What Bodyguards Do
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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1
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669
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3
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What Bodyguards Do
I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh
“Pegasus doesn’t know about this, does he?” Kimo loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt.
“Would it change things between us if he did?” Crockett was still fully clothed. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Kimo undress.
“Yeah -- maybe.” Kimo took off his shirt. “What is it between you two, Crockett?”
“That’s none of your business,” Crockett said. “And you’d better get into the habit of calling him “Master Pegasus”, or you’re going to slip up in front of him some time and lose your job.”
“Master Pegasus,” Kimo said in a prissy voice, “That’s what I mean -- You two are like that --“ He crossed two fingers. “What’s the connection, Crockett?”
Crockett was silent. He watched Kimo undress. The muscles on his shoulders and back rippled under his smooth skin, as he bent to take off his shoes.
“Speak up, Crockett -- You’re creeping me out, here --“ Kimo said sharply. He faced Crockett, shirt off, pants undone.
Crockett could see that he wasn’t wearing underwear. -- He never did on the days they were together.
“I don’t have to tell things to Master Pegasus,” Crockett said, “He knows them already.”
“Yeah, yeah -- That Eye thing of his, I suppose --“ Kimo dropped his pants on the floor. He was erect --
“Some guys, it works like that --“ Crockett thought, “A little fear gives ‘em a hard-on.” Maybe that was why Kimo was always bringing up Master Pegasus and his own connection with him. Maybe that connection was what had drawn Kimo to him in the first place.
“There’s a bond,” he said, “He grew up with me there. He needs me. I know where all the bodies are buried.”
“Bodies?” Kimo looked sharply at him.
“It’s an Americanism,” Crockett said, “but you can take it any way you want.”
Kimo eyed him. “He’s scared of me,” Crockett thought. He toyed with the idea, like a cat playing with a dead mouse. It was attractive.
Kimo was attractive. He came across so arrogant, in a suit and tie, with his hair perfectly arranged. And he looked so helpless now, standing there naked, while Crockett was still fully clothed.
Crockett sat quietly. He smiled -- “I’ve learned a few things from Master Pegasus, over the years,” he thought -- “Make them do the work -- Don’t let them know what you’re thinking.”
He stood slowly. Walked over to Kimo, feeling his eyes upon him the whole time. He cupped his chin in one hand, slid the other over his naked, quivering buttocks, and kissed him.
He could feel Kimo pull away. “What’s the matter?” he said, “You’re the one that wanted this.”
“Yeah --“ The word was barely a breath. Crockett saw him swallow.
“What do you want, Kimo?” he said, “I want to hear you say it --“
“I want you inside me,” Kimo said, “Your tongue, your fingers, your cock -- I want you inside me all the ways that you can be.”
“I know.” Crockett slid his hand between Kimo’s buttocks, feeling him trembling. He shoved two fingers inside, hard. Kimo gasped.
“You like that?”
Kimo pulled in a shuddering breath.
“You want more?”
“Yeah --“ Crockett knew that already. Kimo was predictable. He shoved his fingers in harder, and kissed Kimo, thrusting his tongue down his throat at the same time. His skin was smooth -- Such young skin! “Power being substituted for beauty,” he thought, “Thank you, Master Pegasus!”
Kimo tensed in his arms. Writhed. He was about to come. “Not now,” Crockett thought, “Not you. --“
“On the bed,” he said out loud. Kimo took his position willingly -- Eagerly? -- Curled, to let Crockett enter him.
“You like this, don’t you,” Crockett said, “I know you do. You want it. You think about it in between times. That’s why you come to me so often.”
He thrust hard, quickly -- Moving to the rhythm of Kimo’s gasps. That moment -- Right as he came -- “This must be what Master Pegasus feels like all the time,” he thought, “Like all power and knowledge belong to you.”
And then it was over. “Jerk off,” he told Kimo. “I want to watch.” Kimo did as he was told. Crockett had seen this many times already. His attention shifted to Kimo’s sweaty, contorted face. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth clenched.
“Why does this one act have so much power over us?” he wondered.
Kimo came, and fell back on the bed, breathing hard. Crockett smiled. “Good boy.” He said.
“Pegasus doesn’t know about this, does he?” Kimo loosened his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt.
“Would it change things between us if he did?” Crockett was still fully clothed. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Kimo undress.
“Yeah -- maybe.” Kimo took off his shirt. “What is it between you two, Crockett?”
“That’s none of your business,” Crockett said. “And you’d better get into the habit of calling him “Master Pegasus”, or you’re going to slip up in front of him some time and lose your job.”
“Master Pegasus,” Kimo said in a prissy voice, “That’s what I mean -- You two are like that --“ He crossed two fingers. “What’s the connection, Crockett?”
Crockett was silent. He watched Kimo undress. The muscles on his shoulders and back rippled under his smooth skin, as he bent to take off his shoes.
“Speak up, Crockett -- You’re creeping me out, here --“ Kimo said sharply. He faced Crockett, shirt off, pants undone.
Crockett could see that he wasn’t wearing underwear. -- He never did on the days they were together.
“I don’t have to tell things to Master Pegasus,” Crockett said, “He knows them already.”
“Yeah, yeah -- That Eye thing of his, I suppose --“ Kimo dropped his pants on the floor. He was erect --
“Some guys, it works like that --“ Crockett thought, “A little fear gives ‘em a hard-on.” Maybe that was why Kimo was always bringing up Master Pegasus and his own connection with him. Maybe that connection was what had drawn Kimo to him in the first place.
“There’s a bond,” he said, “He grew up with me there. He needs me. I know where all the bodies are buried.”
“Bodies?” Kimo looked sharply at him.
“It’s an Americanism,” Crockett said, “but you can take it any way you want.”
Kimo eyed him. “He’s scared of me,” Crockett thought. He toyed with the idea, like a cat playing with a dead mouse. It was attractive.
Kimo was attractive. He came across so arrogant, in a suit and tie, with his hair perfectly arranged. And he looked so helpless now, standing there naked, while Crockett was still fully clothed.
Crockett sat quietly. He smiled -- “I’ve learned a few things from Master Pegasus, over the years,” he thought -- “Make them do the work -- Don’t let them know what you’re thinking.”
He stood slowly. Walked over to Kimo, feeling his eyes upon him the whole time. He cupped his chin in one hand, slid the other over his naked, quivering buttocks, and kissed him.
He could feel Kimo pull away. “What’s the matter?” he said, “You’re the one that wanted this.”
“Yeah --“ The word was barely a breath. Crockett saw him swallow.
“What do you want, Kimo?” he said, “I want to hear you say it --“
“I want you inside me,” Kimo said, “Your tongue, your fingers, your cock -- I want you inside me all the ways that you can be.”
“I know.” Crockett slid his hand between Kimo’s buttocks, feeling him trembling. He shoved two fingers inside, hard. Kimo gasped.
“You like that?”
Kimo pulled in a shuddering breath.
“You want more?”
“Yeah --“ Crockett knew that already. Kimo was predictable. He shoved his fingers in harder, and kissed Kimo, thrusting his tongue down his throat at the same time. His skin was smooth -- Such young skin! “Power being substituted for beauty,” he thought, “Thank you, Master Pegasus!”
Kimo tensed in his arms. Writhed. He was about to come. “Not now,” Crockett thought, “Not you. --“
“On the bed,” he said out loud. Kimo took his position willingly -- Eagerly? -- Curled, to let Crockett enter him.
“You like this, don’t you,” Crockett said, “I know you do. You want it. You think about it in between times. That’s why you come to me so often.”
He thrust hard, quickly -- Moving to the rhythm of Kimo’s gasps. That moment -- Right as he came -- “This must be what Master Pegasus feels like all the time,” he thought, “Like all power and knowledge belong to you.”
And then it was over. “Jerk off,” he told Kimo. “I want to watch.” Kimo did as he was told. Crockett had seen this many times already. His attention shifted to Kimo’s sweaty, contorted face. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth clenched.
“Why does this one act have so much power over us?” he wondered.
Kimo came, and fell back on the bed, breathing hard. Crockett smiled. “Good boy.” He said.