It's All Because He Couldn't Sleep
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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It's All Because He Couldn't Sleep
So you’ve just been taken to the Shadow Realm, courtesy of Pegasus (it was Pegasus who took you there, wasn’t it? That weird look on Bakura’s face, that was just a coincidence), and now you can’t sleep. You’re too keyed up; I mean who wouldn’t be? So you’re walking around on one of these crazy parapets that’s all over the castle; and you’re trying to catch a breeze, looking out over the Island; and Bakura’s out there, maybe he couldn’t sleep either.
“Crazy,” you say, “wasn’t it?” Bakura just looks at you. “I mean that Pegasus, what’s his deal? That guy’s seriously nuts.” And there’s Bakura, still saying nothing, with this smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t you think so?”
And it’s like you asking him the question unlocked him or something, because all of a sudden he’s right next to you, and he’s looking up into your eyes; and he’s still got that strange, creepy smile. He grabs you, right between the legs, and he squeezes. “Yes, you’ll do.”
You blush right up to your hairline. “What?”
“Don’t talk.” He’s got your pants open already, and he shoves them down around your knees. “I don’t like people talking while I fuck them.” He pushes you. “Bend over.”
And you want to say like Hell is he fucking you; there’s no frikkin’ way; and maybe punch him a couple of times, just to make sure he gets the point, but it looks like your body’s got other ideas. Your eyes are level with your knees all of a sudden, and Bakura’s got his hands on your hips.
“That fool,” he mutters, “what right does he have?” He shoves inside, and you want to scream; you never knew anything could hurt this much. “Using the Shadow Realm for his pointless games.” Whap, whap, he’s doing you hard. What are you going to tell people tomorrow, that you can’t walk, and it’s because of Bakura? “I need something to relax me, or I won’t get any sleep.” He does you even harder; you’re about ready to fall over onto your face. It would be nice to say your life flashed before your eyes, but all you’re thinking is ‘I should have learned to duel myself, instead of just watching the others.’
Then, just when you think you’re about to explode, he comes, and he pulls away. “Wake me at ten.” Zipping his pants, he turns away. “I don’t want to miss the semi-finals.”
And Honda Hiroto’s not supposed to be anybody’s pussy; it would be terrible if Jou or Yuugi found out. So you’ve got to do something really useful today, something important, like rescuing Mokuba from the dungeon. Maybe if you’re careful, no one will ever find out what happened up here on the balcony.
“Crazy,” you say, “wasn’t it?” Bakura just looks at you. “I mean that Pegasus, what’s his deal? That guy’s seriously nuts.” And there’s Bakura, still saying nothing, with this smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t you think so?”
And it’s like you asking him the question unlocked him or something, because all of a sudden he’s right next to you, and he’s looking up into your eyes; and he’s still got that strange, creepy smile. He grabs you, right between the legs, and he squeezes. “Yes, you’ll do.”
You blush right up to your hairline. “What?”
“Don’t talk.” He’s got your pants open already, and he shoves them down around your knees. “I don’t like people talking while I fuck them.” He pushes you. “Bend over.”
And you want to say like Hell is he fucking you; there’s no frikkin’ way; and maybe punch him a couple of times, just to make sure he gets the point, but it looks like your body’s got other ideas. Your eyes are level with your knees all of a sudden, and Bakura’s got his hands on your hips.
“That fool,” he mutters, “what right does he have?” He shoves inside, and you want to scream; you never knew anything could hurt this much. “Using the Shadow Realm for his pointless games.” Whap, whap, he’s doing you hard. What are you going to tell people tomorrow, that you can’t walk, and it’s because of Bakura? “I need something to relax me, or I won’t get any sleep.” He does you even harder; you’re about ready to fall over onto your face. It would be nice to say your life flashed before your eyes, but all you’re thinking is ‘I should have learned to duel myself, instead of just watching the others.’
Then, just when you think you’re about to explode, he comes, and he pulls away. “Wake me at ten.” Zipping his pants, he turns away. “I don’t want to miss the semi-finals.”
And Honda Hiroto’s not supposed to be anybody’s pussy; it would be terrible if Jou or Yuugi found out. So you’ve got to do something really useful today, something important, like rescuing Mokuba from the dungeon. Maybe if you’re careful, no one will ever find out what happened up here on the balcony.