Truth Or Dare

Title: Truth Or Dare
Author: gotapen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, oral, lemon, M/M/M, WIP, PWP
Pairings: Kemo/Croquet, Pegasus/Croquet/Kemo
Summary: Who can resist a game of truth or dare? Not Kemo. It's a fun game, but then it gets a little out of hand... P/C/K
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters in it. I'm not making any money from this story.
A/N: Critique desperately wanted. Any comments or flames are welcome. :D


Chapter One


Sipping coffee, they sat together in a castle room. They had been playing cards, but as Croquet said, the only card game Kemo could play well was clock solitaire, and even then he always cheated to win. His cup of coffee cooling on the small table, Croquet shuffled the cards from hand to hand.

"You know, Croquet. You're wrong," Kemo began. He had finished his coffee a few minutes before. Having never drunk coffee before, he wasn't used to the flavor, and Croquet could tell that he didn't like it. But just to prove Croquet wrong, he'd gulped it anyway and complained later about his burnt tongue.

"I'm wrong?" Croquet repeated, raising his eyebrows. He always looked forward to the times Kemo told him he was wrong, for the reasons were ridiculous and Croquet enjoyed sharing them with the rest of the men. They could laugh together when Kemo wasn't around.

"Yeah, you're dead wrong. I can play other card games."

"Oh you can, eh?" Croquet asked. "Prove it."

"I'm good at go fish," Kemo said, smiling proudly. "I can beat anyone at go fish. I've never lost a round at that card game."

Croquet had never played this go fish game, so he didn't know the rules, and he couldn't tell whether Kemo was lying as usual. Even if he weren't lying, if they played, no doubt Kemo would win, and prove himself right. Croquet could never let that happen. "I believe you," he said. "More coffee?"

"No wa--thanks," Kemo said. "Come on, Croquet. Let's play go fish."

"Do you have a rule book?" Croquet asked.

"No, but we don't need a rule book. I can tell you the rules."

"Oh no you can't," Croquet said. "You'll lie to me and change your mind halfway through the game, and then I'll never know what rules are right. The only way we're playing go fish is if you give me a rule book."

"You're just afraid you'll lose." Kemo smirked at him.

"If you cheat or lie, then maybe I'll lose. But I'm not giving you that opportunity. I know you too well, Kemo."

"You do not. You don't know me at all."

Croquet sighed and set down the cards. "Then let's play a game. It's called truth or dare."

"No, no!" Kemo said, grinning now. "Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture. That's the only way to play it!"

"No," Croquet said. "There is no way I'm playing that game."

"Are you too afraid?" Kemo asked.

Croquet knew that the question was manipulation. However, he might as well have a little fun. Kemo was too homophobic to choose kiss, so he'd be safe. "No. Tell me how to play."

"Well, truth and dare are the same as always. Double dare is where both people do it together. Kiss is a kissing dare. Tell means telling a secret. And torture is...torture."

Croquet nodded, wondering is those were the real rules, or if this was indeed a real game. "I go first."

"Okay," Kemo said, a little too compliant for comfort.

"Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?" Croquet asked.

"Hmm...truth."

Croquet considered the question he wanted to ask. He'd start with something easy. "How do you really feel about Master Pegasus?"

"I...well...I think he's a bastard. He deserves to be punished. You know, like S&M-style punishment." Kemo smiled, showing his white teeth. "Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?"

"Truth," Croquet said. He picked up his cup of coffee and sipped the cooling liquid before it got cold.

"How long is your dick?"

Croquet choked on the coffee.

"Surprised, are you?" Kemo asked. He snickered.

"I shouldn't be," Croquet replied. "But I've never measured it. Truth--"

"You're only saying that because you don't want me to know how short it is," Kemo interrupted.

"Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?" Croquet asked, without responding.

"Dare," Kemo said.

Croquet chose quickly. "Take off your clothes."

Kemo blushed. "No! That's unreasonable. I contest."

"Just down to your underwear," Croquet conceded.

Kemo stood and unbuttoned his black suit jacket, and then slid it down his arms, letting Croquet see the slight ripple of muscles visible even under his white dress shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and parted the front, revealing a tan muscular chest underneath a white undershirt. As he removed his shirt, the muscles in his arms moved fluidly. Croquet's mouth went dry. Kemo unzipped his black trousers and let them fall to the floor.

Croquet looked away.

"Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?" Kemo asked as he sat down again. The bulge in his boxers moved slightly.

Croquet gulped. "Ah...." He couldn't choose truth, or else Kemo would ask him why he was staring. He couldn't choose kiss or tell. Dare or double dare might be about touching each other. So... "Torture," he said.

"Hmm...now where did I put my gun?" Kemo murmured. After an incident involving two of Pegasus's men in a fight together, they no longer had guns at all unless Pegasus unlocked them. It wasn't that he was a careful man by nature. He just hadn't approved of being woken up at midnight by drunken men's gunfire. And now that Duelist Kingdom was over, they were drunk more often.

A smile came across Kemo's face. "Undress," he said. "All the way."

"I object. That's not fair." Croquet tried to hide his nervous tremble.

"It is too fair. You made me undress, and I happen to know that you're self-conscious, so the best torture is making you reveal yourself in front of someone who will no doubt mock you." Kemo pushed his sunglasses farther onto the bridge of his nose and smiled again, revealing those animal-sharp teeth.

Croquet nodded and tried to think objectively about the task. He would undress and then they would continue the game. He wasn't too self-conscious to undress in front of someone like Kemo, only in front of someone he respected, like...Master Pegasus. Why oh why did he know that?

Croquet slowly unbuttoned his jacket and let it slide off down his arms. He noticed Kemo's eyebrows rise as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the dark hair on his pale chest. Swallowing, Croquet dropped the shirt and removed his trousers. He pulled off his v-neck undershirt and stepped out of his boxers.

Kemo was grinning. "Nice bod..." he drawled, leaning down to rest his elbows on his bare knees.

Croquet kicked his clothes away from the chair and shivered. The castle wasn't warm enough in this kind of weather. And this kind of dress. "Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?" he asked, taking a slow breath.

"Mmm..." Kemo paused. "Tell."

"So tell me a secret," Croquet said.

"I've never had a girlfriend," Kemo said. His sunglasses slid down his nose, revealing pretty hazel eyes. Without giving Croquet time to say anything, he asked, "Truth, dare, double dare, kiss, tell, or torture?"

Croquet's mind raced. He was about to say tell, but he didn't want to be a chicken. He needed to take the chance and be brave. "Dare," he said.

Kemo's lips turned up in a smug smile. "Suck me off. I dare you."

Croquet blinked. "What?"

"Suck me off," Kemo repeated. "Suck my cock."

Croquet felt like he might faint. As he prepared to say it was unreasonable, Kemo got up and stood in front of him. He took out his ready erection and held it close to Croquet's lips. "You don't really expect me to--?" Croquet was forced to stop when the pink head of Kemo's erection touched his lips.

"Come on..." Kemo said in a soothing voice. "It's all right, Croquet. Just...try something new. You...you know you want to."

Croquet opened his mouth and looked up at Kemo. He tasted Kemo's erection and then sucked very gently on it. How many nights had he touched himself and wished for a woman to do this to him? Perhaps Kemo had felt the same way. But why would homophobe Kemo choose a man of all people? He sucked harder and listened to Kemo's breath quicken.

"Good..." Kemo murmured.

Croquet sensed a hidden question: but can you do better? He took Kemo's erection farther into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. He tasted something different and released the erection from his mouth to watch it drip with saliva and pre-come.

Kemo, who had brought his hand to his mouth as if puzzled or shocked, whispered, "Why did you stop?"

Croquet shook his head to dismiss the question and took the very tip into his mouth. He finally peeled back the foreskin with his fingers and tongue, and licked the exposed head. When Kemo shuddered, Croquet repeated the action and then tightened his lips around the head and sucked hard.

Not a moan escaped Kemo's lips, but he started trembling and the pace of his breathing increased further until he was gasping. He took his sunglasses off and steadily met Croquet's upward gaze.

Croquet licked and sucked harder, faster, deeper. He reached into Kemo's boxers to touch his balls and watched Kemo's eyes open wide in surprise. He could taste more slippery pre-come now and he noted the feeling of Kemo's balls. He was about to come.

A click interrupted them and both Croquet and Kemo turned to the door. Pegasus was gaping at them in the doorway. A deep red blush crept up Kemo's cheeks. Pegasus strode across the room to them and said, "Continue, boys. Don't mind me." He took Kemo's chin in one hand and kissed him.

Kemo squirmed, rotating his hips to push deeper into Croquet's mouth. But Croquet wasn't about to let that happen. He pulled back as soon as he tasted semen and the rest of it splattered onto his naked chest.

Pegasus released Kemo's mouth and said, "Sit in the chair, Croquet." Croquet got up and sat in the chair. Although he hadn't noticed earlier, he was hard and ready for some attention. Pegasus pushed on Kemo's shoulders. "Kneel. It's your turn to suck." And when Kemo knelt, Pegasus unfastened his red trousers and brought his beautiful erection to Croquet's mouth.

"Sir?" Croquet asked, but when Pegasus pressed his lips together in obvious disapproval, Croquet went ahead and sucked. He put his hands on Pegasus's slender hips and slowly slid them back until he was gripping Pegasus's tight butt. How he had dreamt of doing this. If only now he could make Pegasus submit to him.

Pegasus moaned and gasped as Croquet sucked on him. He wiggled and thrust into Croquet's mouth. Croquet didn't hold him back. The sensations on his erection were enough to distract him, but he dutifully kept sucking until Pegasus came in his mouth. He swallowed twice, and then licked Pegasus's erection clean, to show his respect.

Pegasus leant down and kissed Croquet. His mouth was sweet and Croquet could only imagine that his own tasted like come and coffee - what a combination. Croquet kept still as Kemo sucked on him and he felt himself getting closer. He wasn't going to squirm or moan, but at last his head fell back and he moaned as he came. Kemo turned away and his come hit Kemo's cheek.

Kemo stood up and wiped his face. "Yuck. What a...." He was interrupted by Croquet's lips pressing against his. He pulled off Croquet's sunglasses and kissed him for a long time. When they parted, Pegasus was watching them.

"So..." Pegasus began. "Shall we meet again next week?"