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Adult ++
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It's just a fantasy
Title: It’s just a fantasy. 1/1
Author: Akuchan
Rating: N/C-17
Pairing (s): SxJ or JxS
Beta: Daisey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t, nor have I ever owned Yugioh. I don’t make any money off this story, either.
Summary: Dark alleys are dangerous yet thrilling places, as he learns late one night.
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He nearly gagged as his assailant’s cock slammed into the back of his throat and then slid out again. Before he could recover, it was back, but this time his head was held in place. As his nose pressed against his attacker’s pubic bone, his throat relaxed and his lover’s tool slipped in to its base. Lover, attacker… same thing.
He’d barely hung onto his orgasm when presented with his partner’s inventive way of saying ‘I missed you’. They’d barely seen hide or hair of each in two weeks, due to varying school and work schedules. He’d been out wandering, wondering if it was too late to go see him, when he’d become aware of somebody trailing him. He couldn’t tell if it was by design or if it was just coincidence, but the person, whoever it was, had been following him for two blocks. He hadn’t thought that he’d been on edge, but when the footsteps faded away down a side street, he experienced a definite easing of tension. It was a false sense of security, as he would learn less than five minutes later. The person, a man, had just veered off to intercept him. He’d accosted him at the very alley he was currently kneeling in – his shirt having been sliced open by the evil looking hunting knife that was now pressed against his neck—with a cock shoved down his throat. His lover’s cock, he was sure of that now. Hadn’t been completely at first, but since there were very few people that could get the better of him, it had always been highly probable.
He’d found himself well and truly pinned, with no leverage between the hard body behind him and the rough surface of the brick wall in front of him. His one attempt to get out of the hold had nearly resulted in his arm being snapped in half like a dry twig. He thought fleetingly that perhaps he should have been frightened, but in actuality he’d found himself highly aroused. Certainly he’d been afraid; only a fool wouldn’t have been. But his fear had all but been negated by the sexual energy that had thrummed along his nerve endings. His attacker had then forced a knee between his thighs and had begun dry humping his ass with a rock hard, ample package, adding to his own arousal. He’d been mortified to feel his body react favorably, never mind the slight whimper that had caught in his throat. But even worse was that, in that second, he’d let his guard down enough to allow his assailant to get his knife into play. The blade that rested menacingly against his jugular guaranteed that any thought that he’d had of retaliating wouldn’t be acted upon. He could wait; he was nothing if not patient, and sooner or later he’d have his opportunity, if he chose to use it.
Even after he’d been spun around, he hadn’t been sure what his attacker looked like, or if it was whom he’d thought it was. The man’s body had pressed against his own and his arms had remained pinned, hurting slightly from the pressure. A black and white bandana covered what he might have been able to see of the other’s face, and his assailant’s hair was shoved up underneath a nondescript baseball cap—one he didn’t recognize. Not one tendril had been left loose to betray the colour. Nor could he get an accurate description of the man’s eyes. Needless to say, the swirled red and black irises were not natural.
His thoughts had moved from wondering who the man was to wondering what was next when the serrated edge of the knife had moved from his throat to slice his shirt open from collar to hem. A perverse part of him had fervently hoped that the stranger would take him hard and fast, while the saner faction of his brain had listed the reasons why that was wrong. Once his attacker had let go of his hands, the knife returned to his throat. The blade had dug into his flesh, but not deep enough to cut it, yet. If he had tried to knock it away, he would have been sliced open. He'd thought of kneeing the other and ending it, but he'd been excited enough that he’d wanted to see how the situation played out. If his assailant wasn’t whom he thought he was, then no questions asked, the man’s life would be forfeit as soon as this was over.
He didn’t have to wonder long. He’d found himself forced to the ground, his scalp stinging from having been drug down by his hair. His assailant had pushed his jeans covered cock in his face, his desire obvious. He’d hesitated for a heartbeat too long, and he’d been ashamed to hear a fearful, yet wanton moan escape him as the blade slid up the column of his neck, his flesh stinging as it was scratched. The knife tip had then pressed at the corner of his mouth, and his assailant had rubbed his cock against his cheek. That time there’d been no pause, and with slightly shaking fingers he’d unfastened his assailant’s pants. As soon as his lover’s cock had popped out he’d been flooded with relief; now he could enjoy this without any real fear, or guilt. He’d glanced up at his assailant and had given the slightest nod of his head, indicating that he was willing to continue.
“Make me nice and wet, because it’s the only lube you’re getting.” His assailant, his lover, spoke for the first time, sending thrilled shivers down his spine, bringing him back to the moment. His only response was to lave the shaft in his mouth, pulling out groans of pleasure as his tongue worked its magic. His lover thrust into his throat a few more times and then pulled out, dragging him to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “Safe word is ‘udon’,” he whispered into his ear. When he didn’t respond and the only sound in the alleyway continued to be the heavy panting of both males, his lover once again took on the persona of attacker and sliced away the button of his pants before ripping open his fly.
His cock began to throb when he was shoved up against the wall, his lover’s own poking harshly at his entrance. Having a desire to kick their role-play into high gear, he knocked the knife out of his attacker’s hand, and then tackled him to the ground. Though momentarily stunned, the other male chuckled from where he was pinned underneath his 'victim'. “I was hoping you wouldn’t make this easy for me,” he said between heaving breaths.
“Never,” he said, even as the man underneath him thrust his hips, managing to break loose. The two of them struggled and rolled around in the alleyway, wrestling more than fighting. His body was aching, he could feel the sting of minor scrapes from the pavement, his pants were now ruined, and yet he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned on than he was at that very moment. In the melee, he’d ended up back on the bottom. His lover’s mask had been torn away, and his mouth was crushed under a bruising kiss. He was nearly whimpering as he rubbed up against a denim-clad thigh, and was barely aware of two fingers working their way past his lips. He pulled his mouth away, and fixing his lover with a lust filled gaze, he rasped, “Don’t bother! Just do it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Dammit! Don’t go soft on me now,” he snapped.
“Just remember, you asked for it.”
There wasn’t a heartbeat between the warning and the moment he found his ass full of hard cock. It hurt, but not as much as it felt good. If he’d been a virgin it would have been a hell of a lot worse, but he wasn’t. Nor was this his first time bottoming, and beyond that, his skillful lover had found his sweet spot instantly. Every nerve ending tingled with the fire of his passion and his wanton screams filled the air, only slightly muffled by his lover’s raping tongue. The fact that they were in a filthy alleyway and that they might be easily discovered only added to the thrill, not to mention the dirty words and names that were whispered into his ear between kisses. By the time his lover finally stroked his aching cock he was whimpering and senseless. With one last guttural moan, his cum exploded over his partner’s hand, and he was only vaguely aware that he was followed into orgasmic bliss.
Moments later he nudged the other male. “Get up, you’re heavy”.
“Some thanks I get for all the trouble I went to,” he groused, even as he stood, helping his victim to his feet.
“Thanks, Mutt,” the brunet grinned, kissing his lover/assailant on the tip of his nose. “Let’s go home.”
The end
Author: Akuchan
Rating: N/C-17
Pairing (s): SxJ or JxS
Beta: Daisey
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don’t, nor have I ever owned Yugioh. I don’t make any money off this story, either.
Summary: Dark alleys are dangerous yet thrilling places, as he learns late one night.
*****************************************
He nearly gagged as his assailant’s cock slammed into the back of his throat and then slid out again. Before he could recover, it was back, but this time his head was held in place. As his nose pressed against his attacker’s pubic bone, his throat relaxed and his lover’s tool slipped in to its base. Lover, attacker… same thing.
He’d barely hung onto his orgasm when presented with his partner’s inventive way of saying ‘I missed you’. They’d barely seen hide or hair of each in two weeks, due to varying school and work schedules. He’d been out wandering, wondering if it was too late to go see him, when he’d become aware of somebody trailing him. He couldn’t tell if it was by design or if it was just coincidence, but the person, whoever it was, had been following him for two blocks. He hadn’t thought that he’d been on edge, but when the footsteps faded away down a side street, he experienced a definite easing of tension. It was a false sense of security, as he would learn less than five minutes later. The person, a man, had just veered off to intercept him. He’d accosted him at the very alley he was currently kneeling in – his shirt having been sliced open by the evil looking hunting knife that was now pressed against his neck—with a cock shoved down his throat. His lover’s cock, he was sure of that now. Hadn’t been completely at first, but since there were very few people that could get the better of him, it had always been highly probable.
He’d found himself well and truly pinned, with no leverage between the hard body behind him and the rough surface of the brick wall in front of him. His one attempt to get out of the hold had nearly resulted in his arm being snapped in half like a dry twig. He thought fleetingly that perhaps he should have been frightened, but in actuality he’d found himself highly aroused. Certainly he’d been afraid; only a fool wouldn’t have been. But his fear had all but been negated by the sexual energy that had thrummed along his nerve endings. His attacker had then forced a knee between his thighs and had begun dry humping his ass with a rock hard, ample package, adding to his own arousal. He’d been mortified to feel his body react favorably, never mind the slight whimper that had caught in his throat. But even worse was that, in that second, he’d let his guard down enough to allow his assailant to get his knife into play. The blade that rested menacingly against his jugular guaranteed that any thought that he’d had of retaliating wouldn’t be acted upon. He could wait; he was nothing if not patient, and sooner or later he’d have his opportunity, if he chose to use it.
Even after he’d been spun around, he hadn’t been sure what his attacker looked like, or if it was whom he’d thought it was. The man’s body had pressed against his own and his arms had remained pinned, hurting slightly from the pressure. A black and white bandana covered what he might have been able to see of the other’s face, and his assailant’s hair was shoved up underneath a nondescript baseball cap—one he didn’t recognize. Not one tendril had been left loose to betray the colour. Nor could he get an accurate description of the man’s eyes. Needless to say, the swirled red and black irises were not natural.
His thoughts had moved from wondering who the man was to wondering what was next when the serrated edge of the knife had moved from his throat to slice his shirt open from collar to hem. A perverse part of him had fervently hoped that the stranger would take him hard and fast, while the saner faction of his brain had listed the reasons why that was wrong. Once his attacker had let go of his hands, the knife returned to his throat. The blade had dug into his flesh, but not deep enough to cut it, yet. If he had tried to knock it away, he would have been sliced open. He'd thought of kneeing the other and ending it, but he'd been excited enough that he’d wanted to see how the situation played out. If his assailant wasn’t whom he thought he was, then no questions asked, the man’s life would be forfeit as soon as this was over.
He didn’t have to wonder long. He’d found himself forced to the ground, his scalp stinging from having been drug down by his hair. His assailant had pushed his jeans covered cock in his face, his desire obvious. He’d hesitated for a heartbeat too long, and he’d been ashamed to hear a fearful, yet wanton moan escape him as the blade slid up the column of his neck, his flesh stinging as it was scratched. The knife tip had then pressed at the corner of his mouth, and his assailant had rubbed his cock against his cheek. That time there’d been no pause, and with slightly shaking fingers he’d unfastened his assailant’s pants. As soon as his lover’s cock had popped out he’d been flooded with relief; now he could enjoy this without any real fear, or guilt. He’d glanced up at his assailant and had given the slightest nod of his head, indicating that he was willing to continue.
“Make me nice and wet, because it’s the only lube you’re getting.” His assailant, his lover, spoke for the first time, sending thrilled shivers down his spine, bringing him back to the moment. His only response was to lave the shaft in his mouth, pulling out groans of pleasure as his tongue worked its magic. His lover thrust into his throat a few more times and then pulled out, dragging him to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “Safe word is ‘udon’,” he whispered into his ear. When he didn’t respond and the only sound in the alleyway continued to be the heavy panting of both males, his lover once again took on the persona of attacker and sliced away the button of his pants before ripping open his fly.
His cock began to throb when he was shoved up against the wall, his lover’s own poking harshly at his entrance. Having a desire to kick their role-play into high gear, he knocked the knife out of his attacker’s hand, and then tackled him to the ground. Though momentarily stunned, the other male chuckled from where he was pinned underneath his 'victim'. “I was hoping you wouldn’t make this easy for me,” he said between heaving breaths.
“Never,” he said, even as the man underneath him thrust his hips, managing to break loose. The two of them struggled and rolled around in the alleyway, wrestling more than fighting. His body was aching, he could feel the sting of minor scrapes from the pavement, his pants were now ruined, and yet he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned on than he was at that very moment. In the melee, he’d ended up back on the bottom. His lover’s mask had been torn away, and his mouth was crushed under a bruising kiss. He was nearly whimpering as he rubbed up against a denim-clad thigh, and was barely aware of two fingers working their way past his lips. He pulled his mouth away, and fixing his lover with a lust filled gaze, he rasped, “Don’t bother! Just do it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Dammit! Don’t go soft on me now,” he snapped.
“Just remember, you asked for it.”
There wasn’t a heartbeat between the warning and the moment he found his ass full of hard cock. It hurt, but not as much as it felt good. If he’d been a virgin it would have been a hell of a lot worse, but he wasn’t. Nor was this his first time bottoming, and beyond that, his skillful lover had found his sweet spot instantly. Every nerve ending tingled with the fire of his passion and his wanton screams filled the air, only slightly muffled by his lover’s raping tongue. The fact that they were in a filthy alleyway and that they might be easily discovered only added to the thrill, not to mention the dirty words and names that were whispered into his ear between kisses. By the time his lover finally stroked his aching cock he was whimpering and senseless. With one last guttural moan, his cum exploded over his partner’s hand, and he was only vaguely aware that he was followed into orgasmic bliss.
Moments later he nudged the other male. “Get up, you’re heavy”.
“Some thanks I get for all the trouble I went to,” he groused, even as he stood, helping his victim to his feet.
“Thanks, Mutt,” the brunet grinned, kissing his lover/assailant on the tip of his nose. “Let’s go home.”
The end