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Author's Notes - I'm BAAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!! *grins* Yeah, yeah, I know I've been gone a long time. I apologize for that. My life has been . . . well, something of a mess.

I figure it's time to ring in a New Year with my writing again. As for what's been going on . . . well the highlights are that I am now divorced (yeah, he finally left me, the jackass), and was forced to move due to financial instability. I had to move home, to my stepfather and mother. That was hell, to put it lightly. The only bonus there is that I can continue to corrupt my younger brother.

On the GOOD side of the highlights, I found my soul mate. Many of you know her, but I'm not going to name names unless she says, so you all are stuck guessing.

With that said, here is my latest work, an ongoing PWP (sort of). I hope you all enjoy.

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House sitting was boring. That was the first thing that went through Yami’s mind that early Saturday morning.

He and his hikari had been watching over Ryou and Bakura’s house for a week, while the two quasi-albinos’ were on a trip to Egypt to visit the younger boy’s father. It had been a dull week, all told . . . Ryou kept his house as neat as a pin, and Bakura had enough of a reputation on the Domino streets that even had he had a national treasure in his house, no one would have come near it.

But Ryou had asked them to keep an eye on the house, and Yugi had accepted, and so here they were. And Yami was bored!

Yugi was upstairs in the shower, and he was supposed to be making sure they had all their stuff, as Ryou and the thief were due home later on that day. But he knew they had everything already . . . they hadn’t brought much over, after all. So, he was lounging on the couch, bored out of his mind, and not even a game to take the edge off.

Maybe a movie would help . . . he could shut it off when Yugi was done, and then they could perhaps spend some quality time together.

He supposed it was one benefit of having house sat for the two. Yugi and he had been able to spend time together, without his hikari worrying about his grandfather walking in on them. It was a trial sometimes, Yugi’s worry over his beloved grandfather’s reaction. Maybe he wasn’t quite as understanding of it as he could be . . . he’d been a Pharaoh, after all, and anything he had done had been beyond question. Of course, this time’s strange taboo against same sex relations confused him to begin with, so he followed his hikari’s lead and let it sit until Yugi was ready.

There was a promising title . . . ‘Darkness and Light’. He wondered what it was about . . . he’d never heard of it, and the title alone would have caught his attention if he’d heard of it coming out in theatres.

Sliding the tape into the VCR, he grabbed the remote and flopped onto the couch . . . and froze as his mind actually registered what he was seeing.

His first thought was that the girl on camera was uncommonly cute, and looked a lot like Ryou . . . before he realized that it WAS the pale hikari, dressed in a female school uniform. With his hair up in pigtails, and his eyes lined with kohl, Ryou’s very feminine looks were even further enhanced than usual. But what was Ryou doing dressed up as a girl on a tape?!

“Okay, hikari mine . . . you wanted to do this, so what are you going to do now?” Bakura’s voice came from the speakers, and Yami nearly jumped out of his skin before he realized it was the surround sound and the thief was on the tape, out of the line of the camera.

“Kura,” Ryou murmured, and blushed brightly. “I . . . I don’t know. What . . . ummm . . . what do you think?” The youth shifted uneasily on the camera, crossing his arms over his torso defensively . . . which only made him look even more feminine.

“I think, my pretty little light, that you should show me that gorgeous ass of yours.” Ryou flushed slightly, but nodded hesitantly before turning around, looking over his shoulder at the camera before he nodded again at something Bakura did off camera, and bent over slowly.

Yami couldn’t tear his eyes away as the already indecently short skirt rode higher up the milky thighs, exposing the tops of the thigh-high stockings with a painfully teasing slowness that had his breath catching in his throat. He’d never really noticed how attractive Ryou was, but he was certainly getting a wake up call now. The flash of guilt that flickered through him surprised him, but it disappeared quickly as Ryou bent over further, the skirt rising to reveal . . . a pair of lacey panties. They were see-through as hell, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Okay now Ryou, slide off the panties...slowly...slowly...oh yeah hikari ...just like that."

The slow slide of that fabric over the pale, slightly luminescent skin was like a line of fire streaking straight to his groin, his leather pants tightening and constricting. His breathing was picking up as those delicate, graceful hands slid the fabric over his knees, and then Ryou turned around with a coy but mischievous look on his face as he stepped out of them . . . and flung them at the camera.
The sound of Bakura’s soft chuckle issued forth and Ryou giggled at something his yami did before sitting on the couch, his knees spread enticingly, the skirt hiding just enough to keep him slightly decent.

“What do you want me to do now, yami?” he murmured, his soft voice a husky drawl, the chocolate eyes that were usually so innocent lit with a fire within. Whatever embarrassment Ryou had been feeling was completely gone now.

“Touch yourself, little one . . . oh yeah, just like that . . . not so fast, Ryou, slowly . . . tease me . . . tease the camera . . .” Nimble fingers slowed to a painful crawl as the shirt parted under his hands, the pale digits sliding over the alabaster flesh teasingly, lovingly. Ryou shifted slightly, the nearly sheer cloth sliding over the pale shoulders, revealing coral colored nipples. Yami was startled to find one of them was pierced . . . when had the innocent hikari (well, obviously not so innocent) gotten THAT done?

“’Kura . . .” he moaned softly, hands drifting over his nipples, pausing to pinch and play with the nubs of flesh. A low growl came from off camera, the angle shifting for a minute before righting itself. The low growl only got worse as one pale hand drifted up, slim fingers sliding into the waiting cavern of Ryou’s mouth playfully, one chocolate eye winking at the camera as the pale boy mimicked making love to his fingers with his mouth as the other continued to toy with those delicate pieces of flesh. “Kura, come play with me,” he whispered.

“Not yet, my sweet hikari.” Bakura’s voice sounded somewhat strained, and breathless. Yami could fully understand why . . . Ryou sitting there, barely covered, on the very couch he was sitting on, playing with his flesh was terribly erotic. Yami was caressing himself through his pants, not remembering his hand having drifted so low, but it felt too good when combined with what he was seeing. “Fuck Ryou, you look so good . . .”

“I want to play, yami,” the boy murmured, his voice a sultry whisper as one hand slipped down, sliding over the smooth flesh toward lower regions slowly. “May I play, ‘Kura?”

“Go right ahead, beloved,” Bakura responded from off camera. There was a slight creak of plastic complaining, and the thief swore slightly, his breathing slightly rough around the edges as that pale hand slid lower . . . lower . . . lower . . . until the skirt was sliding up to meet it, revealing Ryou’s most intimate area to the camera as that teasing hand closed over his hardened shaft. The boy moaned softly, his head falling back on the cushions as he caressed himself, his knees parting farther to allow better access. It was obvious he’d forgotten all about the camera now.

Yami shifted restlessly, his pants a very uncomfortable fit as he watched Ryou play with himself on the tape, still sucking on the fingers of his other hand as he worked his flesh through his tightened fist slowly. He felt guilty for watching this . . . it was obviously private, but it was like a drug! Once his gaze had locked on, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, nor stop his body’s reaction to the erotic vision unfolding before him.

He undid the button of his leather pants slowly, slipping the zipper down before reaching inside to relieve some of the aching tension in his groin, a sigh of pleasure hissing from parted lips as his heated flesh was cupped in his hand. He was glad he’d left the belts off today . . . they only would have gotten in the way.

He’d forgotten about his hikari being in the house, about the fact that he wasn’t in his own house . . . nothing but Ryou on the screen was in his mind now. That, and the increasing pressure in his groin as his body reacted to the delicious sight before him.

“Sweet Ra, Ryou . . . you’re going to kill me here,” Bakura growled, and Yami had to agree with him. It was a slow, enjoyable death though.

“So, are you going to come play with this naughty school girl, ‘Kura?” Ryou murmured. “I really want to feel you, yami . . .”

“Anubis help me,” Bakura muttered under his breath. “Not yet, my little light. I want you to prepare yourself for me. Can you do that, hikari mine?” he said out loud, and Yami caught his breath as Ryou nodded, the hand whose fingers he’d been sucking drifting down to play with his puckered entrance as he shifted down on the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table, opening himself wide to the camera.

“Oh Great Ra preserve us,” Yami choked as Ryou moaned while slipping one saliva-coated digit into his body. His own hand was moving over his heated length, his leather pants having been slid down around his thighs at some point that he didn’t care to try to locate in his memory. This was too hot . . . he’d never be able to look at Ryou the same again, that was for sure!

Crimson gazed into chocolate on screen, the sultry, needy look in Ryou’s eyes calling to him as his pace matched that of Ryou’s finger sliding in and out of that pale body. He gasped, his hips twitching upwards as the boy added a second finger, and absently he adjusted his respect for Bakura up a notch. How the Tomb Robber could have watched this long without joining in was beyond him. The pale spirit had an unholy amount of self-control it seemed.

“Ummm . . . Kura . . .” Ryou moaned, shifting restlessly against the couch, his hips pushing himself onto his own fingers hungrily. “I . . . I want to feel you in here . . . just leave the camera running . . .” Yami groaned at the words, another brief spurt of guilt flickering through him again as he found himself wishing it was his flesh he could bury inside that lithe body on the screen. He’d never thought of Ryou is such a light before, but after this he was pretty sure the boy would feature in a few dreams.

Obviously the thief had the same thought, because he suddenly appeared on the screen, and Yami nearly had a mess to clean right there and then. Bakura was fucking beautiful! He’d already divested himself of his clothes, and the pale alabaster flesh pulled over lean muscle silkily as he joined his hikari on the couch, flashing a brief smile at the camera before he moaned as Ryou crawled over to him.

“Let me help you with that, yami,” the boy whispered, and Yami groaned out loud with Bakura as Ryou got on his knees beside the couch, and took the thief’s hard length in his mouth. The angle was just right so that Yami had a full view, and his imagination could very easily put himself in Bakura’s place as Ryou worked his yami’s flesh.

A soft moan behind him shocked him out of his fascination, and he looked over his shoulder to find Yugi standing there at the base of the steps, amethyst eyes locked on the screen as well.

“Yugi,” he murmured, flushing guiltily . . . and then grunted in surprise as his hikari suddenly dashed across the space between them and took his lips in a hungry kiss.

“Yami . . .” Yugi whispered against his lips, and the hunger in that voice nearly made him cum on the spot. “What are you watching?”

“Something I probably shouldn’t,” he replied quietly, and grinned guiltily as Yugi pulled back to look him over. He shrugged slightly, and then nearly jumped out of his skin when Yugi left him to come around the couch, before falling to his knees in front of his dark.

“Let me help you with that, my yami,” he said playfully, echoing Ryou’s on screen words of a moment before, and Yami shouted out as he was suddenly engulfed in his hikari’s deliciously hot mouth.

He was torn . . . did he watch the screen, or did he watch Yugi? Both were equally tempting . . . but his gaze was drawn to the screen as Bakura groaned aloud, stiffening on the couch on the TV as Ryou drew away.

“I want you inside me when you cum, ‘Kura,” the boy murmured, just loud enough for the camera to pick up on it. “I want to feel your warmth coating my insides.”

“Are you prepared for me, Ryou?” Bakura asked quietly, and Yami was impressed despite his own current situation. The thief could actually think clear enough to be concerned about his hikari’s well being. He would have been hard pressed to do so himself.

From the screen, crimson eyes flickered down to the figure in between his legs as the leather pants he’d been wearing were removed carefully before Yugi deep throated him. It was all he could do not to thrust into that welcoming, suctioning heat as his hikari swallowed around him, humming low in his throat and causing the pressure in his groin to skyrocket.

“Sweet Isis, Yugi,” he moaned, tangling his fingers gently in the tri-colored hair to guide the boy as his length slid in and out of that warm mouth erotically.

“Watch the screen, Yami,” Yugi whispered, leaving his erection to lap at the globes underneath teasingly. “Just watch the screen.” Yami murmured his assent, and turned his gaze back to the screen . . . just in time to watch Bakura slide home. Ryou was on his hands and knees on the couch, his face turned toward the camera as it rested on his hands, the rapturous expression on his face making Yami burn as he watched the thief take his hikari.

“Gods, you’re still so fucking tight Ryou,” Bakura groaned, his hand caressing Ryou’s ass lovingly before smoothing over the delicate back, only to rake his nails lightly across the flesh. Ryou arched into the touch with a gasping squeak of pleasure, red marks standing out against the alabaster flesh.

The lean, hard body leaned over the softer youth slightly, nuzzling at Ryou’s neck lovingly.

“Should I be punishing you, naughty school girl hikari?” he asked quietly, and Ryou moaned as the pale hips thrust teasingly against him.

“’Kuraaa . . .” he whimpered, writhing against his dark. Bakura smirked as he leaned back up, sending a wink toward the camera before he brought his hand down in a resounding slap against the pale globes of Ryou’s ass. The pale youth yelped, but it wasn’t exactly a yelp of pain, and Yami choked back a harsh shout as another slap sounded while Yugi suckled at him below.
He wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this.

“You’re missing the show, aibou,” he growled, tugging lightly on the silken locks until Yugi released him with a wet pop. He was amused to see Yugi’s face flushed slightly with embarrassment, even as lust shone in the amethyst eyes.

“Yami, I don’t think . . .” he began, only to let out a muffled squeal of shock as his dark pulled him up into a heated kiss.

Fumbling slightly with the remote, the former Pharaoh hit the pause button so he could concentrate on making his light forget his embarrassment for more enjoyable pursuits . . . namely, getting fucked senseless.

“I think you should watch with me, my hikari,” he whispered as he trailed loving kisses and teasing nips over the smooth flesh of Yugi’s jaw before pausing to lap at the pulse beating in the younger boy’s throat. “Watch them . . .” His fingers trailed over Yugi’s delicate features, tracing them out gently before the young duelist turned his head, taking the wandering digits into his mouth to suckle, mimicking what he’d been doing a moment before in lower places. “Aibou . . .” he moaned, gazing deep into amethyst eyes as Yugi fully coated his fingers before sliding them slowly out of his mouth.

“Yes, Yami?” Yugi murmured, and then gasped as he was pulled into another kiss as Yami reached between them to undo his pants, sliding them down one handed before he ran his fingers teasingly over his cleft. He moaned into the lip-lock, shifting to remove his pants fully and gasping again as Yami found his waiting entrance and slipped a finger inside before he could settle back.

Yugi stiffened as pleasure shot through him, a whimpered plea for more falling from his lips as his head fell onto his dark’s shoulder. Yami was quick to oblige, adding a second finger and scissoring the two gently before brushing the silken walls, seeking the treasure buried inside.

One hand deftly unbuttoned the shirt Yugi wore, slipping it from his aibou’s shoulders just as he found the delicate bundle of nerves he’d been seeking. Yugi bolted further upright on his knees, giving Yami a prime target as he attacked one pale nipple with lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Oh god . . . Yami . . .” he keened softly, his hands clenching on his dark’s shoulders tightly to steady himself as delicate fingertips brushed over the bundle of nerves inside him, flicking over the spot gently in a rhythmic pattern. “Unnn . . . this is wrong . . . we’re supposed to be house sitting . . .”

“I don’t think the thief and his hikari will mind much, little one,” Yami whispered around one nipple, nipping at it harshly before soothing it with his tongue and then letting go. “But I really want to be inside you right now, aibou . . . love. Please don’t deny me.”

Yugi looked down at him, amethyst eyes glowing with an inner fire as he smirked before leaning down to lay a gentle kiss on his upturned lips.

“I could never deny you . . . you know that,” he murmured, and then whimpered with displeasure as his dark removed the torturous fingers. That sound was followed by a squeak as he found himself being turned around so that he was sitting backwards on his dark’s lap, Yami scooting down so that his shorter legs dangled on either side of the former spirit’s longer ones. He flushed brightly as his eyes landed on the TV, frozen on the scene of Ryou being taken by Bakura on this very couch. He had to admit, it was really hot to see.

He moaned with delight as his yami filled his aching body and then gasped as the scene on the TV unfroze, the sounds of Bakura and Ryou making love drifting through the air. Yami took his hips in a gentle but firm grip, and slowly began to rock him against his hips. Yugi could only plant his hands on either side of his dark’s flexing thighs and pray for dear life as amethyst eyes remained glued to the screen. He was pretty sure that his dark was watching the television as well.

Yami matched Bakura’s pace, watching with hungry eyes as every naked inch of the thief slid in and out of Ryou with glaring clarity. The pale boy’s face was a study of pleasure, the coral lips opened in a silent ‘O’, the chocolate eyes glassy with passion and need as Bakura moved against him slowly and teasingly.

“Talk to me, Ryou,” the thief growled, his hands running over the milky skin of his hikari as he thrust into that welcoming body. “Tell me what a naughty little school girl you are. Tell me how bad this makes you feel, letting me do this to you.”

“Unnh . . . I’m so bad . . . so dirty . . .” Ryou panted, his voice barely able to be heard. “I’ve been so naughty . . . unnnh, Kura . . . punish me . . .”

“Oh sweet Ra,” Yami groaned, unconsciously gripping Yugi’s hips tighter as he picked up his pace, thrusting up into that enticing velvet heat. “I . . . wouldn’t have thought . . . Ryou . . . could talk . . . dirty . . .”

“No . . . kidding . . .” Yugi said, barely managing to gasp out the words as his dark punished his prostate unerringly. “Oh god, Yami . . . unnnhh . . . fuck me . . .” The amethyst eyes were glued on the screen, his cock throbbing painfully between his legs, twitching with each thrust of his dark. If he could have spared a hand to caress himself he would have, but it was all he could do to keep his balance as Yami moved him.

On screen, Bakura had sped up as well as Ryou moaned with each thrust, his own hips moving back against his dark unerringly. They were both dripping with sweat, the thief’s bangs plastered to either side of his face, Ryou’s silver-white hair dripping with the salty liquid as he pressed his face into the cushions.

“Harder . . .” he begged, his pale hands clenching on the cushions till Yugi feared he would put holes in the fabric. “Harder, Kura, please . . .”

“Your wish is my command, hikari,” the thief growled, and began slamming into his light. Ryou began keening softly, a high pitched wail of breathe that hitched slightly with each thrust before the sound began again.

Yugi was biting his lip to keep from joining him in his song as Yami continuously brushed over his sweet spot before striking his prostate. His neglected length throbbed incessantly . . . and he screamed when Yami shifted beneath him, one hand sliding over his hip to close around the needy flesh unerringly.

“Ra, yes . . . gods, scream for me, Yugi,” Yami growled, sounding for just a second just as demonic as his fellow spirit usually did. He pumped Yugi’s flesh harshly as he guided his light in their dance, the youth writhing against him as he started to keen along with Ryou on the screen. He could feel his release looming like a tidal wave over him, Yugi tightening around him deliciously with each thrust. It wouldn’t be long for either of them.

On screen, Ryou and Bakura were approaching their own filmed precipice. They paused to shift so that Ryou was pressed against his dark’s chest, one of Bakura’s arms wrapped around him. The dexterous fingers absently toyed with the nipple ring as the thief’s other hand alternately cupped the dangling globes of Ryou’s balls and stroked the hard flesh between the youth’s thighs.

“Cum for me, baby . . .” he murmured, over and over again, a mantra that stirred the still dry hair beside Ryou’s ear. “Cum for me. Scream for me in pleasure.”

Ryou did scream, his voice wailing through the still air as he came, stiffening in Bakura’s arms. Yugi followed him, his own scream of his dark’s name joining Ryou’s shout as he came in a torrent of pleasure.

“Sweet Yugi,” Yami snarled, before thrusting himself deep and pouring his seed into his wailing light with his own cry of pleasure. Bakura grunted for several more seconds before he cried Ryou’s name and collapsed backwards, taking the pale boy with him to the soft surface of the couch.

All four lay panting afterwards, both on screen and off, coming down from their sexual highs. Yami nearly jolted upright when the television suddenly shut itself off. Crimson eyes focused on the pale hand hovering just over his shoulder, the remote held steady in its grasp. He followed the pale skin up, over his shoulder . . . before flushing darkly as he met laughing mahogany eyes and a smirk that he knew all too well.

“Well, well, well . . . I see someone found our home video, little light.”


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*smirks* to be continued . . .