"Yes, Master"

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing both yaoi and fanfiction. Please go easy on me *begs*

**_EDITED_...Again...**

******~******

Yami sat at the edge of Yugi’s bed, for lack of a better phrase, twiddling his thumbs.

Yugi had locked himself in their soul room a little over an hour ago.

Left with nothing with nothing but his thoughts, Yami couldn’t help but be curious as to what his aibou was doing.

He had already checked his email, ate lunch, helped grandpa downstairs in the shop, and showered.

Yami began to remember what happened last time Yugi had barred himself in their soul room. When he had been allowed back inside, he was shocked to say the least, at the difference to the interior design.

Before he could question it there had been a gag shoved into his mouth. And before he could blink, a blindfold around his eyes.

Yami shivered slightly at the memory. That day he had learned firsthand how dominate Yugi truly was.

Yami perked up a bit when he felt a tingle across his awareness.

*Aibou?*

**Hai, Mou hitori no boku?**

*Can I come in now?*

**No. Give me a few more minutes** Yugi answered.

Yami scooted to the center of the bed and laid back onto the pillows. His hand idly began stroking the puzzle that rested on his navel, as his mind wandered.

Soon he was going to have to face whatever Yugi’s creative yet sadistic mind had come up with.

His stomach churned with nervous anticipation. Just thinking about the last time they used the ‘playroom’, had him closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

Yami knew that Yugi loved him. And that these little ‘sessions’ never hurt for too long afterward....

But still!

Usually Yugi set up the ‘playroom’ whenever he felt that Yami had overstepped some sort of boundary.

He was punished last time for smiling too long at a waiter.

Slipping into a light meditative state, Yami began to mentally prepare himself for whatever Yugi had planned.

Suddenly jerked back to himself, his eyes opened in confusion. Yami sat up quickly, instantly on guard.

He saw that he was in the narrow hallway that once had divided their soul rooms. The door to his soul room had been sealed once he lost the duel against Yugi, and decided to stay.

Yugi was casually leaning against the doorframe of their soul room.

“Need a hand?”

Yami shook his head, as he slowly clamored to his feet, while dusting himself off.

“So...it’s ready then?” Yami queried more out of a need to break the oppressive silence than anything.

Yugi made no comment. He just stared at Yami with those piercing amethyst eyes.

After a few moments of holding that gem-like gaze, Yami lowered his eyes to the floor.

He could never expect to win a staring contest with Yugi. His eyes seemed to simultaneously strip and burn his soul, making it difficult to breathe much less think.

Yami twined his fingers together and shifted his gaze to his own slightly trembling fingers.

After a few more moments of tense silence, Yami chanced a glance upward.

Yugi was still staring at him, only now he was frowing.

“I’m sorry, aibou”. Yami automatically apologized.

“For what?” Yugi asked in a chilled tone.

“I'm not sure.”

“Then why are you apologizing?”

“Because I wanted you to stop frowning at me.” Yami admitted in a small voice.

“Maybe I’ll stop frowning when you stop doing stupid shit ”

Yami’s eyes began to water instantaneously.

He fell to his hands and knees at Yugi’s feet, struggling not to openly cry.

“Please aibou...I’m sorry...”

“Don’t call me THAT! ”

“Sorry master.” Yami’s voice was trembling with the strain to hold back his tears.

“In light of your recent misconduct, you don’t even have the right to be in my presence. Go away.”

Yugi must be truly angry to send away without any form of punishment.

Yami dropped his head onto his hands as the tears he had been suppressing began to leak out.

“Please master...don’t send me away. Please punish me for my misbehavior....please.”

The hall was silent except for the occasional sob and sniffle. After what seemed like an eternity of dead silence, Yugi finally spoke.

“Show me that you deserve your punishment.”

Yami raised his tear stained face from his trembling hands and gently pressed his lips to one of Yugi’s bare feet. Receiving no word to stop, he began placing kisses on the other foot as well.

As his lips began traveling upwards, lavishing attention on Yugi’s ankles, he was roughly yanked to his feet by his hair spikes.

Yugi moaned and began licking the wetness from Yami’s face. Yami knew his tears and submissiveness turned Yugi on.

His downcast eyes couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge encased in Yugi’s tight black jeans. As if in response he felt his own cock stir and harden.

“Go into the room and strip. Then brace yourself for a spanking.”

Not wanting to risk saying the wrong thing, Yami silently entered the room.

He made sure not to look around openly as he pulled his tee shirt over his head.

The room didn’t look any different from the way it normally did, at least in his opinion.

As Yugi grew, his soul room changed from a bright cheery place filled with toys and games, to a darker motif, a place better suited for sensual kinds of games and toys of a different variety.

One wall was dedicated to a vast collection of crops, whips, and paddles.

Although Yami had yet to experience the burning sting of a whip, he imagined that he’d rather not.

Yami worked on removing his pants next. The hiss of the lowering zipper seemed overly loud in the silent room.

Yami hitched his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down along with his pants. He stepped out of them and walked over to the wall, naked except for the collar he always wore.

Yami stood with his legs about a shoulder’s width apart so that his heavy sac got no friction from his inner thighs, hands resting against the wall. He slightly arched his back and lowered his head.

He watched his heavy cock twitch towards his navel. He tried to ignore the sounds of chains that he heard clinking somewhere behind him, because he knew what that meant.

“Turn around.”

Obediently he turned to face Yugi.

A leash was clipped to the steel D ring protruding from the front of his collar.

“Who owns you?”

“You do.”

“Always remember that. Now position yourself.”

Yami turned back and repositioned himself, arching his back more dramatically, so that his ass stood out.

He could already see the precum oozing it’s way out of his flared mushroom headed tip. Yami loves being spanked.

Yugi began by gently kneading the smooth globes apart. Yami bit his lip to keep from making any noises as Yugi began using his thumbs to smooth over the tightly clenching orifice.

“Do you have anything to say be I start?” Yugi asked huskily.

Yami swallowed hard before answering negative.

Yugi brought his hand down hard and quick.

Yami sharply inhaled.

The agitated skin was soothed by a few gentle strokes.

SMACK!

The spanking quickly progressed beyond the hurt/comfort phase, to the ‘hurt only’ stage.

Yami tried to focus on breathing evenly. As tears leaked from beneath his closed eyelids, he had to fight off his impending orgasm with the full strength of his will.

He knew that if he came without Yugi’s permission, the act would grant an even harsher punishment. Perhaps even leading to the use of one of those whips.

He opened his mouth to tell his master of his crisis, but all that came out was whimpers and moans.

So he tried the mindlink.

*Master, please...I’m about to come*

The slaps now came with more force behind them, the pace faster, practically knocking the wind out of him.

His balls tightened further.

**You better not come you pain slut**

Yami’s ass felt like magma had been poured on it.

The pain sent spikes of pleasure straight to his groin. He began to heavily leak precum onto the hardwood floor.

Suddenly the spanking stopped. His asscheeks seemed to burn all the hotter now that Yugi’s hand was no longer inflicting any blows.

Yami moaned aloud as he felt his orgasm rushing forward to sweep him away.

An unforgiving hand grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed harder than necessary. The added pain seemed to push him closer and further away from his climax at the same time.

A further tightening ultimately decided that he be pushed back from the brink.
Yami panted harshly. All of the endorphins in his system were making him dizzy.

He swayed on his feet. Yugi caught him and threw him face down on the chain suspended bed.

Yugi had once told him that it was his favorite place in the room. The king sized bed was held suspended by black titanium chains, each chain was linked to an electronic pulley system that Yugi held the remote to. It allowed him to control each chain individually.

He could raise, lower, and tilt the bed with it. Sometimes he tilted the bed when he felt that Yami needed to be awoken. Yugi thought that it was funny to watch Yami roll from out of the bed onto the floor.

Yami currently lay splayed across the bed, breathing now somewhat under control.

His ass deliciously thrumming with pain, he began to discreetly rub himself against the soothingly cool satin sheets.

He let out a startled yelp as his thighs were gripped and he was yanked backward, so that his feet were firmly planted on the floor. His cock no longer being caressed by the slightly chilled bedding.

“Who am I?” He was asked.

His mind was still focused on the heat radiating off of his tender cheeks in waves. He couldn’t answer the question fast enough.

Yugi cruelly pinched one of the reddened globes.

Yami flinched and let out a low moan.

“Who am I?” Was asked again, with less patience this time.

“My master.” Was the automatic response.

“Who does this...” His sac being gently fondled. “..belong to?”

Yami arched into the touch. “You, master.”

“Who does this...” A tongue gently tracing his anus. “..belong to?”

Yami pushed back gently onto that tongue. “You, master.”

“Who does this...” A spit slicked hand loosely pumping his member.

“You, master.” Yami gasped out before Yugi could finish the sentence.

“And most importantly, who do you belong to? Who owns your heart, body, soul, and mind?”

“You, master.” Yami whispered. His voice weak under the strong bombardment of emotions swirling through him.

“Stand up and face me.” Master commanded. Yami shakily did as ordered.

His eyes were instantly riveted to Yugi’s full lips. He loved being kissed. But he knew that during a punishment kissing wasn’t allowed.

Yami realized that those lips had been moving and he had no idea what was said. Had a question been asked?

He looked into Yugi’s eyes, hoping to find the answer somewhere in that possessive glare.

“Yes...” He answered timidly.

Yugi smiled and grabbed his cock. “Good boy.”

Yami’s body jerked slightly at the feel of a cool thin strip of leather encircling the base of his shaft. It tightened then snapped close. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that was rising in his throat.

He was twice as desperate to come now that he had a cock ring on.

Yugi yanked the leash, bringing yami’s face a mere inch away from his own.

**Now crawl to the center of the bed and lay on your back with your knees bent and your legs spread wide apart**

Yami tried to comply but Yugi’s continued hold on the leash prevent him from doing so.

*Yes, Master*

Yugi released his hold on the metal chain and stood back to watch. As Yami crawled, his hips rolled with an innate feline grace. If he didn’t know Yami as well as he did, he would have assumed that Yami was putting on a show for him.

For some odd reason, Yami had no confidence in his looks. No matter how many times Yugi told him that he was beautiful, sexy, downright fuckable, Yami would smile and say that Yugi describing himself.

Yami rolled onto his back and moaned quietly at the feel of the chilly sheets against his glowing ass.

Feet planted, legs spread, Yami waited further instruction.

Yugi bit the side of his tongue to quiet the sound of approval at the sight of the feast spread out before him.

“Hold your legs up by the backs of your knees”. Yami complied.

Yugi stared with glazed eyes at the little wrinkled hole that seemed to tighten itself under his scrutinizing gaze. He pulled a bottle of lube out of thin air. That was one definite perk of having a soul room. Whatever he wanted appeared. Every single item in the room came from his own imagination.

He tossed the tube onto the bed besides Yami. **Prepare yourself**

Yami shuddered and groaned at the given command. He blindly groped for a few seconds before successfully retrieving the tube. With one hand he popped the cap an drizzled some onto his faintly showing six pack.

He dropped the bottle back onto the bed and smeared 3 fingers into the cool slickness adorning his stomach.

Yami lightly traced his entrance before slowly inserting the first finger. He allowed his eyes to drift close as he worked it in and out, before adding another. He began to scissor his fingers while working them in deep.

He bit his bottom lip against the urge to beg for his orgasm. He knew from experience that if he selfishly begged for self gratification during punishment, he’d go twice as long without one if he was allowed to have one to begin with.

The bed dipped as Yugi climbed on. Yugi sat down so that Yami was lying between his spread legs, his feet resting on either side of Yami’s shoulders.

Yami began to pant when he heard the cap pop open. He began to imagine what Yugi was doing.

He could see Yugi slickening his own length, mouth slightly parted as he gently panted at the electrifying feel of his own hand. His imagination seemed to be taking over as images after image rushed over him. Yami could feel himself becoming even harder, if such a thing was possible.

Yami began to whimper as he added another finger, picking up the pace. He made sure to keep away from his prostate. Already painfully hard, he didn’t want to make it worse.

His body jerked then clenched down at the intrusion of another finger.

“Always so tight.” Yugi murmured to himself.

When he tried to pull his own fingers out to allow Yugi to continue, his wrist was grabbed and held into place. **Keep going** was his command.

Yugi’s finger brushed against his prostate on it’s first inward thrust.

Yami’s back arched off the bed and he practically screamed. Being heavily aroused for so long, his body was ultra sensitive.

Yugi pinched him on one of his sore cheeks.

“I didn’t tell you to stop moving your hand.”

Yami began to earnestly thrust back against his own hand. Yugi added yet another finger.

Yami’s body clenched down hard at being spread wider than usual. After waiting a minute or two, they began to move. Yugi pulling his fingers out of that tight hole as Yami pushed his in.

Precome began to form a pool in Yami’s navel, leaking out of an erection that was an unhealthy shade of deep red.

Yugi pulled out one of his fingers and added his other index.

**Do the same**

Yami slowly slid his fingers out and added his own index. His knees were shoved to his chest, as he was spread wider.

“Pull your fingers apart.” Yami hooked his fingers inside of himself and pulled his opening wider apart, Yugi doing the same.

“If only you could see how sexy your hole looks gaping open like this.”

Yami officially couldn’t take it anymore. If Yugi didn’t fuck him soon, he was sure that he was going to be revisiting the afterlife.

“Please..” He whimpered out. Not really able to say much more than that. Yugi also had enough with the constant teasing, and so he repositioned himself.

Yami felt the blunt head of Yugi’s cock brush against the backs of his inserted fingers. He stopped breathing in anticipation. The head slid in slowly, past his knuckles, then retreated all the way out.

He did this a few times until Yami was literally trembling beneath him. Yugi pushed in at a snail’s pace until he was in balls deep...Then he removed one finger, feeling his lover’s fleshy tunnel close tighter around him.

Yugi removed the other, eyes closed in bliss at the sensation of being gripped tighter in slow stages.

**Take one out**

Yami did so, only letting out a shaky breath. Now with just one finger left in him along with his Master’s dick, he began to feel hopeful that the fucking of his life would commence soon.

Yugi pushed in deeper and looked Yami in the eyes. Yami took that as cue to remove the last finger, so he did.

“Ahhh...fuck..” Yugi moaned, leaning forward so that they were chest to chest, his erection pleasantly sandwiched them.

Yugi’s arms snaked around the outside of his legs and reached up until they gripped his shoulders from underneath. He was now in impossibly deep.

Yugi smirked as he pulled his hips back slowly...Then thrust back in fast.

Yami’s breath caught. After doing this a few more times, Yugi picked up the pace and began to piston in and out. Aiming and hitting Yami’s prostate each time.

Yami’s eyes became unfocused as his brain began to shut down due to lack of blood flow.

Yugi began using his grip on Yami’s shoulders as leverage to penetrate harder and deeper.

The body beneath him began to jerk sporadically as he went through what had to be a dry orgasm. Yugi gritted his teeth as Yami’s walls tightened further, tightened painfully as if trying to yank his cock off.

Yugi released one of the shoulders, his now free hand snaking down to tease Yami’s straining and oozing erection.

Then quite unexpectedly, he unsnapped the cock ring.

Yami let out what had to be a scream from the top of his lungs as he came in long ropey spurts. The force behind the ejaculation sent the thick streams up his body.

Yugi didn’t ease up on the pace. If anything, he strove to pound into the trembling body faster. Pounding almost viciously onto his lover’s abused prostate.

He didn’t let Yami cock soften, instead he began to yank on it harshly.

Yami was now beyond the point of coherency. He began to plead in his native tongue. A sure sign that his world was being rocked clear off it’s axis. He started clawing at Yugi’s back while sobbing and begging him to stop.

“Come for me, Mou hitori no boku.” Yugi panted harshly into his ear.

Yami’s back arched clear off the bed and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he came again. His cum coming out in short, powerful little bursts synchronized with the pace Yugi pounded into his prostate with.

Yugi’s rhythm broke down as his cock pulsated deep within the tight body that encased him, his hips no longer in his control as they jerked and shook with the force of his orgasm. Yami’s ass milked every last drop that he had in him out and seemed to seek more.

Yugi fell bonelessly atop of a body that was equally boneless. Yami was still letting out little whimpers and mewls as occasional shudders raced through his depleted body.

When Yugi was able to breathe somewhat normally, he rolled them over, pulling Yami on top him, making sure that he didn’t slip out of that heated orifice.

Yami let out a contented purr and rested his head directly over Yugi’s heart.

**Do you know why you were punished tonight?**

The question buzzed across the mindlink like static. Yami shook his head.

“About six days ago, I caught you eyeing Kaiba’s ass. That’s unacceptable behavior. Don’t do that again.”

*Yes, master*

Yami made sure to pour extra love and submission vibes across the link to pacify his lover’s jealousy.

A small smile remained on his face as his eyelids drooped. With the reassurance that Yugi was too tired to move, Yami listened to his hikari’s heartbeat until he was lulled off to sleep.


A/N 2: I hope you liked it Raye-chan. Your favorite stalker worked hard on it ^_^