Couch Stuff

Yes, I know. I should be working on my "Han Solo and the Princess Complex". It's slow going for that, because I've dropped my beta for that. She wasn't really betaing so much as gushing over the fact that she got to see it before everyone else -.- This is why I don't work with betas...

Anyway, drop a review. I know it's crap, but lemme know what you think.

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Yu-Gi-Oh
Couch Stuff

It was just your average, typical, bored-to-tears day in Domino City. Rain was pouring down outside in buckets and thunder crackled, making a certain former pharaoh almost jump out of his reclining position on the couch. It was also the first day off from school and helping take care of the store below him Atemu Mutou had had in a long time, so of course it had to be raining and miserable. His arm was propped up, remote in hand, flipping through the channels in shear, absolute boredom.

There was a slam of a door from somewhere, and none other than Bakura sauntered into the room, soaked from head to foot. Atemu’s eyes widened slightly, eyeing his boyfriend.

“Don’t tell me you walked all the way here in this…” he said, sitting up to look at him better.

Bakura blinked. “What are you talking about? It’s beautiful out there!”

Atemu sweatdropped as the former tomb robber vaulted over the couch, landing where the other young man’s head had been just moments before with a wet sounding PLOP. The pharaoh made a face, not pleased; sometimes his boyfriend was just so… so… incorrigible. Bakura turned toward him, tossing him a lopsided grin that made Atemu sigh. Incorrigible, yes… but he loved him anyway.

“Figured you were probably bored out of your mind, so I decided to stop by,” Bakura said casually, wrapping an arm around Atemu’s shoulders and pulling him close. The pharaoh sighed, grateful he had worn jeans and a t-shirt for once as opposed to his usual leather, especially since he felt the rainwater from his boyfriend seeping onto his clothes.

They stayed like that for a long moment; with Atemu continuing to flip idly through the channels as Bakura slowly started to dry off. The boredom was setting in quickly, however, and the tomb robber found himself unconsciously pulling the pharaoh onto his lap. Atemu noticed, but he did not care, leaning his head against his boyfriend’s chest in his quest to find something interesting to watch on the television.

Bakura, however, was not paying the infernal box with pictures any mind at all. Instead, his eyes wandered down Atemu’s form, taking in what he was wearing, a small smile on his lips. The pharaoh was wearing bum clothes… He should wear things like that more often; it would keep other people’s prying eyes away… Not only that, but those pants were rather loose…

The tomb robber schooled his face, but there was a wicked smirk in his mind. He brought his hand up slowly, slipping it under the pharaoh’s pants. Atemu did not notice; he was too absorbed with trying to find something that caught his interest and was not paying attention to what Bakura was doing. Swiftly, with all the stealth of the thief that he was, the tomb robber slipped his hand down further…

Before hooking a finger straight up into Atemu’s entrance.

Muscles unconsciously clenched tightly around the invading finger as the pharaoh’s eyes grew wide, the remote falling from his hands, the channel having stopped on a music station that was playing a soft, slow melody. Bakura smirked at his reaction, using his boyfriend’s shock to settle back on the couch so it would look like they were just cuddling to someone coming into the room. He wrapped an arm around him for good measure, before wiggling his finger a bit, sliding it in and out slowly.

“Bakura…” Atemu began, wincing.

“Yes…?” the tomb robber purred, gradually slowing his motions to a torturous pace. The pharaoh squirmed, drawing a grin out of him.

“This…” he gasped, trying to keep his voice steady. “This isn’t s-something you do on a c-couch.”

Bakura chuckled, before he dropped his voice down to a husky whisper… “Of course it is… just as long as you don’t get caught…”

Atemu shuddered at the tone of his voice, giving up on arguing in favor of biting his lip to prevent a moan that just wanted to escape. His muscles continued to clench and unclench around the finger as it SLOWLY moved in and out, the sensations from which made it that much more enjoyable. The pharaoh panted softly, wanting to moan in pleasure so badly, but knowing he could not or he would risk alerting Yugi’s mom in the room just next to theirs.

Bakura smirked privately. It was amazing how little it took to have his boyfriend practically turning to putty in his hands… and it was about to get better too. He pulled his finger out nearly all the way, before adding in a second, going even slower than he had before. Atemu shuddered with each movement, biting his lip as he squeezed his eyes closed, his breath coming out ragged.

“’K…’Kura… my room… please…?” the pharaoh begged, his growing erection starting to become very obvious.

“Meh…” Bakura replied. “Too lazy.”

“’Kura…!”

Bakura silenced him by sliding his fingers up far enough to brush against his prostate. Atemu let out an odd sounding, strangled squeak, his shaft standing up at attention in response. The tomb robber bit back a snigger, brushing against it again and getting yet another squeak.

“You sound like a mouse…” Bakura teased, leaning forward a bit to nibble on the pharaoh’s neck. Atemu weakly rolled his eyes at the comment, tilting his head to the side to allow better access.

The tomb robber continued this for another good minute, before he stopped all movement entirely within his boyfriend, licking up at an area of skin he had bitten too hard on. Atemu let out a confused sound, trying to figure out why he had stopped… before Bakura started moving again, this time moving his fingers back and forth in not so much as scissoring motion as a finger walking motion. He swallowed and squirmed, his mouth dry and very, very aroused.

“Y-you delight in torturing me…” he muttered.

“Damn right,” Bakura returned, before he smirked, dropping his voice down to a husky, lust-filled whisper… “Though… I really delight in watching you squirm as I pleasure and tease every part of your body, bringing you to the point where you scream at the least little touch… And, gods… when you writhe in pain beneath me as I’m pounding into you…”

He practically purred out that last bit, nearly making the pharaoh sob at the mental images that were running rampant in his mind.

“B-Bakura…” Atemu gasped. “If you don’t get your ass off this couch, go in my room, and fuck me senseless, you are SO not getting any for a month…”

Bakura stopped, his eyes widening slightly. Okay… not only had the normally eloquent former pharaoh swore, but he had threatened no sex… for a VERY long time. He doubted he was kidding either; when Atemu threatened no sex, he meant it.

If that was not enough motivation to get his behind off the couch, nothing was.

Bakura wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, not removing his fingers as he stood up, bringing Atemu up with him like a rag doll. He ran as fast as he could for the bedroom… and nearly collided with Yugi’s mother in the hallway. Atemu flushed bright red, suddenly very conscious of the face that he still had an arm practically all the way down his pants. The tomb robber, however, kept edging across the hallway toward the door that led to the pharaoh’s room, a sheepish look on his face.

“My, Ms. Mutou,” he said, his voice betraying his nervousness at having run into her as he nudged the door open with a foot, “what lovely weather we’re having, eh?”

The tomb robber slipped into the room, kicking the door closed and leaving a confused Ms. Mutou standing outside. She blinked several times, before throwing her hands up in exasperation, thanking whatever gods that were really out there that Atemu’s room was soundproofed.

~.oO The End Oo.~