Purely Convenience
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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689
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Purely Convenience
It’s purely a convenience, an arrangement that works for both of them. Shaadi likes this mortal world, the way sex here can mean so many things, the way blood can be shed for pleasure:
Lying there under him, he watches how Pegasus’ smile grows, teeth glittering, whiter than his pale face. “You’re back again?” His voice is shaking. “I’ll kill you this time, I swear I will. Shaadi’s hard, even before he sees the knife. “You keep coming back,” as he draws a line in blood-droplets, down the Egyptian’s chest. “You’re like me now, aren’t you,” laughing, “ you need what only I can give you.” The knife is everywhere, lines slashing Shaadi’s chest, his arms, his face. Once, Pegasus cut his cock, slashed at it as if he wanted to cut it right in two; then he sucked, mingled cum and blood, running down his chin.
“I don’t want you, I despise you;” but he doesn’t mean it. He’s always there when the Egyptian comes by; he always opens the door for him. Kneeling above him now, while blood soaks the beedsheets under them both; his cock is in Shaadi’s face, and his laugh echoes off the walls. “Suck me, suck me off,” he says, his voice rising, “I’m the Master now, me. Show me how you obey me.” Shaadi does as he says; things have gotten too dangerous before, when he made Pegasus tell him twice.
“I should kill you,” Pegasus says afterward, as he undoes the ropes, “what have you done for me, ever?” But he examines Shaadi’s wrists, kisses the raw places, before bandaging them carefully. “You made a puppet of me, and I’ll never forgive you.” His chest gets the same treatment: A gentle kiss for each cut, then a bandage, so it will heal. “It’s not your fault I didn’t die back there, when Bakura took the Eye.”
But it is; that’s what he’ll never know; that’s what Shaadi will never tell him. I wanted you here. The Egyptian’s face doesn’t change; dark, liquid eyes and a half-smile, still turned toward him. I knew I’d want to see you again. All the wounds have been covered now, and the two men sit together, sharing a glass of wine. I’m still using you, Pegasus, because you still make it so easy.
Lying there under him, he watches how Pegasus’ smile grows, teeth glittering, whiter than his pale face. “You’re back again?” His voice is shaking. “I’ll kill you this time, I swear I will. Shaadi’s hard, even before he sees the knife. “You keep coming back,” as he draws a line in blood-droplets, down the Egyptian’s chest. “You’re like me now, aren’t you,” laughing, “ you need what only I can give you.” The knife is everywhere, lines slashing Shaadi’s chest, his arms, his face. Once, Pegasus cut his cock, slashed at it as if he wanted to cut it right in two; then he sucked, mingled cum and blood, running down his chin.
“I don’t want you, I despise you;” but he doesn’t mean it. He’s always there when the Egyptian comes by; he always opens the door for him. Kneeling above him now, while blood soaks the beedsheets under them both; his cock is in Shaadi’s face, and his laugh echoes off the walls. “Suck me, suck me off,” he says, his voice rising, “I’m the Master now, me. Show me how you obey me.” Shaadi does as he says; things have gotten too dangerous before, when he made Pegasus tell him twice.
“I should kill you,” Pegasus says afterward, as he undoes the ropes, “what have you done for me, ever?” But he examines Shaadi’s wrists, kisses the raw places, before bandaging them carefully. “You made a puppet of me, and I’ll never forgive you.” His chest gets the same treatment: A gentle kiss for each cut, then a bandage, so it will heal. “It’s not your fault I didn’t die back there, when Bakura took the Eye.”
But it is; that’s what he’ll never know; that’s what Shaadi will never tell him. I wanted you here. The Egyptian’s face doesn’t change; dark, liquid eyes and a half-smile, still turned toward him. I knew I’d want to see you again. All the wounds have been covered now, and the two men sit together, sharing a glass of wine. I’m still using you, Pegasus, because you still make it so easy.