Casual Sex Day

Casual Sex Day

Warnings: PWP, YAOI, and lemons galore.

Pairings: Yami/Yu-Gi

Notes: First story where I really actually focus on Yami and Yu-Gi’s sex lives, which might be why it’s so short. I never really get into what they do in their bedroom, so I’m going to suck at it.

Thanks: Big hugs o’ thanks from NEB once more…for boring me to death and almost literally forcing me to write a PWP for Yug and Yami. He pities them; I never really pay attention to their ‘fun’ scenes in mah stories. *sighs* Oh well, this is their big chance! And knowing me it’s probably going to suck…sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

Convo Notes

‘blah’ = Yu-Gi ‘mind talking’ to Yami.
-‘blah’- = Yami ‘mind talking’ to Yu-Gi.

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“And so this is what a proportion does and what it is. Are there any questions? No? Ok, moving on…” [1]

I yawned, stretching forward across my desk and laying my head back down. This class was so boring, I couldn’t help but be tired, the monotone coming from the front of the room not helping any. It was almost like a lullaby…and I was seriously beginning to think that was the purpose of the teacher’s voice being so soft.

I closed my eyes, brushing my golden bangs from my face and sighing. I couldn’t wait to get home, that’s when Yami could come out. Better yet, that’s when we could be alone, in my room, with the bed (made or with the sheets still tossed around either way worked) maybe with that chocolate syrup this time…I laughed evilly inwardly, there was just so much torturous activities I could put my Yami through with a mere pair of handcuffs and a can of whipped cream.

-‘We don’t have to wait to get home, and you know I hate the mess the whipped cream leaves even after the erotic situations it can create.’-
I frowned, ‘What are you talking about?’
-‘About what? The food or the waiting?’-
‘The waiting.’
-‘There are bathroom stalls in this building, are there not?’-

The frown disappeared; replacing it was a rather vice smile. The spirit was such an insatiable bastard, but I loved him for it.

‘Fine.’ I murmured, still grinning, and felt more than saw him smile back, passion already clouding his crimson eyes.

Sitting up gingerly, I raised my hand and waited for Sensei Wysocki to see me. It didn’t take her long, seeing as how the rest of the class had their heads buried in their books snoring. I saw Ryou out of the corner of my eye, smirking. He knew where I was going, this wasn’t the first time Yami had wanted something during school, and the last time he had demanded my attention Ryou had walked in on us with Bakura, them up to the same thing. Ryou was such a pervert too, because a couple of days later he came up with another one of his stories about seeing Yami and me huddled together in a rather uncomfortable position over the toilet in the boy’s locker room bathroom. It had been a good fiction actually, and I had it in a binder somewhere with the rest of his stories I had liked.

Sensei Wysocki nodded towards me, and I almost obviously hastily asked to be excused to the washroom. She let me go, writing a quick pass without the time listed, and I nearly ran out into the hall.

It didn’t take me long to get down the stairs, or to the bathroom after that, or it wouldn’t have anyway if I hadn’t been stopped by security. The elderly man they called Homer towered above me, the old football couch for our team and newest head of security he was rather intimidating. I swallowed audibly and he leant over to look down at me.

“Hall pass.” He said, and it was an order, not a question. I dug in my pocket for it, lifting it so he could see.

After studying it momentarily he smiled a broad, toothy grin and nodded before leaving. I sighed, relieved to an extent and jogged towards my destination. I could already feel the half hard erection rubbing against my leg, and had to bite back a moan with the frin. Jn. Just the thought of being with Yami was enough to affect me in the strongest ways.

Barreling into the blue door and then into the empty handicap stall I stilled to catch my breathing, looking under the wooden walls to see if we had company, effectively placing my backside high in the air. No body else was in the bathroom with me, and I grinned, feeling Yami materialize behind me.

His looming presence was eerily arousing, his large hands gripping my hips to pull me back to him. My ass connected with his throbbing hard-on and I moaned quietly, standing back up straight and letting him thrust his hips suggestively. All the more pleasure for me.

“Sit.” I murmured, but felt him shake his head ‘no’.
“I want all of you this time.”
“But…school…the others…”
“Shh little light. I’ll keep you silent.”

I groaned inwardly, closing my eyes and resting my head back onto his shoulder. Absently, I threw my arm out to lock the door to the stall, remembering the looks on Bakura and Ryou’s faces the last time I had carelessly forgotten to secure us.

I was turned and pushed face first against the cool wall gently, feeling my pants and boxers sliding effortlessly over my hips and to my knees. No foreplay this time, I thought, but I’d get him back. The sound of a zipper being undone was loud and echoed through my skull as I licked my lips anxiously. I couldn’t stand still as I heard Yami nursing his own fingers, covering them in the best lubricant we could get without using the toilet water. (*author cringes*)

I whimper helplessly as his first finger makes its way into my body, the second soon following and the third not far behind. I shuddered and whined, pushing back restlessly, knowing full well how pathetically vocal I was during sex.

“Please Yami…”
“Shh.” Was all the warning I had before he replaced his fingers with something more to my liking and thrust into my plaint body in one fleeting move.

I felt his hand clamp over my mouth as I opened it to scream, the sheer mix of pleasure and pain always my weak spot. His tongue laced my ear before he whispered, “I told you I would keep you quiet.”

I wiggled my hips slightly, feeling the rumble in his throat as he blocked a deep groan. He pulled back, in the process pulling himself out, before he made the sharp snap forward, his engorged cock plunging back into my body to hit my prostate as if he had practiced his aim.

His pace did not stay slow, and I soon found my chest bouncing off the wall with every pelvic thrust from behind. Yami’s hand was still gripping my lips and muffling my cries when I distantly heard someone coming into the bathroom, the muted sound of a dismissal bell that was too hard to notice through the blood roaring in my ears coming after the person.

I froze, but Yami did not, not noticing the extra presence, and my mind melted again. The person didn’t exist anymore as Yami continued driving into my body hard.

He came first, biting my shoulder in an attempt to release the tension wanting to be heard, and I came next. The pain mixing with the greater pleasure a horrible disadvantage for me. Being a masochist sucked sometimes. I moaned Yami’s name into his hand, both our breathing heavy and labored.

Who ever had decided they wanted to waltz in on us got an ear full I was sure, but I knew they were still there. I had close to an idea who it might be but didn’t call for the silver haired pervert in case it wasn’t him.

Yami’s palm fell from my mouth and I slumped between him and the wall. He laced a few casual kisses around my neck, murmuring loving nothings into my ear as he licked at it lightly. We continued to stand like that, my hands finding ways to reach behind me and stroke feather light touches under his shirt and up his back as he waited for himself to slip out. I loved it when he did that, keeping us physically joined until the last possible second while holding me to him as tight and as securely as he could.

Afterwards, I felt his fingers massage the skin on my hips and my stomach, his foot dragging my pants back up my legs to fasten my button and belt for me. He had made sure we were washed off first of course, and turned me into a fierce yet sated kiss before disappearing back into his Puzzle, the whispered echo of his voice saying ‘I love you’ following, effectively leaving me dazed and content. Damnit, now I was tired, but for a ride like that it was well worth the fatigue.

‘I love you more…’ I murmured back, making sure not speak out loud and zipped up the flap of my pants, the part Yami had neglected to re-close.

Rearranging my shirt and tie I stepped out of the stall to see Ryou leaning against the furthest wall like I had suspected, grinning like the idiot he was with my back pack on the floor next to his feet.

“Must be casual sex day at school again. Damnit Yu-Gi, WHY don’t you tell me these things? I would’ve had Bakura come with me today…” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, breathing still a bit off and I knew my face was flushed. Ryou just laughed, sarcasm and humor shining behind his brown eyes.

“Shut up Ryou.”

I walked, no, stumbled forward and picked up my bag from by his feet before slinging it over my shoulder, turning to leave with the albino on my heels. We exited the overly used bathroom and headed back to class for Ryou’s books, passing the people now crowding the halls.

I noticed the weird looks some people gave me, but I said nothing as Ryou and me continued to move past them, grinning between ourselves like the sex-craved teenagers we really were, nothing but our yami’s on our minds and how we could better tease them to the point of desperation. We loved the challenge, to see who was better at the art of seduction. Ryou won more of the bets more than I ever did, but he had been with Bakura long before I had come to even friendly terms with Yami, so I wasn’t necessarily that insanely jealous…well, ok, maybe a little, so sue me. I was also younger than Ryou, so I had pl of of time to catch up.

I grinned over at my friend, noticing the slightly glazed look in his eyes, knowing who he was talking to. I actually had to grab his elbow and yank him out of the way of a wall of lockers before he almost ran head first into them. I shook my head as we approached the classroom, and had to leave him leaning against the door jam while I packed his book bag and brought it to him. I didn’t want any unnecessary noises coming from him while in the presence of Sensei Wysocki. He smiled as he came out of his conversation, taking the side pack but not saying anything. Again we started to walk, this time out of the school and towards home.

I had just bid farewell to a flushed Ryou, knowing full well what promises Bakura had been making him, when Yami sighed audibly, having materialized besides me. I felt his hand slip into mine when he spoke out about his thoughts.

“Fine, you can use the whipped cream, but I’m NOT cleaning those sheets again…”

All I could do was laugh as we continued through Heritage Park, quickly coming up to my backdoor. Oh yes, I would have my sundae, and Yami would enjoy it whether or not there was a mess he would have to help with afterwards.

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Owari…

[1]= Think of the teacher from ‘Ferris Bueler’s Day Off’.

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Ok, so that sucked major monkey balls but oh well, you’ll live. I personally think I do better Bakura/Ryou stories, but that’s just me because they’re my favorites together and do tend to make more angsty friction between them. This was just to make NEB happy anyway. The next PWP he’s forcing me into will be strictly Seto/Jou…which I’m pretty sure I’ll slaughter as well. Look out people, rampaging lemons on the loose.