Take the Night Off

Yami sighed as he tossed yet another magazine over the edge of the bed, watching it slide across the already-sizeable pile on the floor. He looked up for the umpteenth time at Yugi who was still hard at work on the insane amount of homework that he had been assigned. This left Yami alone and bored out of his mind.

Now, this wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t been going on for the past several weeks. Yugi’s counselors had persuaded him to “challenge himself” by taking a large amount of difficult classes that semester, and as a result Yugi continually brought home mountains of homework that took him hours to complete and left him irritable and exhausted. This, in turn, left the former pharaoh lonely, frustrated and equally irritable.

Yami sighed again as Yugi turned a page in one of his textbooks, absently twirling his pencil between his fingers. Yami watched for a few moments before he decided to make an effort to get Yugi to take a break from his homework. He stood and walked over to Yugi and put his arms around the smaller boy’s shoulders.

“Yugi,” he said softly. “Maybe you should take a little break.”

“Just as soon as I finish this…” Yugi said. Yeah, Yami had heard that one before.

“I don’t mean later, I mean now,” Yami said, resting his head on Yugi’s shoulder. “Right now…” he nipped playfully at Yugi’s neck and was surprised when Yugi jerked away.

“Yami, no. I need to get this stuff done. I’ll take a break later.”

Feeling dejected, Yami pulled away and headed for the door. He looked back for a moment at Yugi. The boy didn’t even seem to notice that he was gone. Unsure of what to do, Yami went downstairs to see if there was anything interesting on TV.

A couple hours later it was dark outside and Yami came upstairs to see that Yugi had fallen asleep at his desk. It wasn’t the first time that it had happened. Yami cleared all of Yugi’s notes and textbooks off the desk and slid them into his backpack so that they would be ready in the morning. Then he carefully picked Yugi up and laid him down on the bed. Yami lay down next to him and turned off the light, but did not fall asleep immediately. He laid awake staring at Yugi’s sleeping form and wondering what to do.

He knew that Yugi was exhausting himself trying to meet all of the demands that school piled on him, and as a result he was becoming aloof and unhappy which in turn made Yami unhappy. Yami knew that it needed to stop, that Yugi needed a break, but Yugi always refused. None of Yami’s gentle approaches had any effect.

Then, a thought struck him. Maybe the gentle approach wasn’t working because it wasn’t the right approach. A plan began forming in Yami’s mind, and he grinned mischievously. Satisfied that he had found a good plan of attack, Yami drifted off to sleep.

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“Hey, Yugi!” Yugi looked up as he heard Jounouchi call out his name. The blond ran over to him with Honda in tow.

“We were going to go over to the arcade after school, Yugi. Do you wanna go?” he asked.

Yugi shook his head. “No, sorry. I need to get some stuff done on the computer at school today, and then I have a bunch of stuff I need to work on when I get home.”

Jounouchi frowned. “Oh, come on, Yugi! You need to take a break at some point. I’m telling you, Yugi, you need to get transferred out of at least one of those classes, because you don’t have time for anything else but homework.”

“That, and you look awful,” Honda added. “Have you been sleeping at all?”

Yugi forced a smile onto his face. “Oh, I’m fine. It’s just stuff that I need to get done.” Yugi closed his locker and turned towards the library. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

An hour later, Yugi opened the back door to the house, planning to go straight upstairs and get to work. Sugoroku was out front minding the shop, and Yugi knew that the older man was worried about his grandson already and he didn’t want to go through twenty questions about his sleep habits. He only hoped that he could get through the assignments he needed for tomorrow; he wasn’t even halfway through and he was already exhausted.

/I’ll work on physics first, then geometry, then I need to get that history paper done…/ Yugi planned out his work as he walked up the stairs and into his room, then jumped slightly as Yami suddenly appeared next to him.

“Oh… hi, Yami,” Yugi said rather distractedly as he dumped his books on his desk.

“Hello, Yugi,” Yami murmured. Yugi missed the mischievous smirk on his yami’s face. Yugi said nothing more, instead sitting down to get to work. Yami stepped behind him and nonchalantly held a box in front of his face. Yugi blinked.

“What’s this?”

“Pocky. I thought you’d be hungry after school.”

“Oh… thanks, Yami.”

Yugi took the box and set it down, turning his attention to the laws of motion. Yami quietly left, suppressing a grin. He might have to wait a while, but the trap was set.

Twenty physics problems later, Yugi was wondering if he would have any brainpower left for his geometry homework, let alone that stupid history paper. As he sat back and stretched momentarily, he saw the box of pocky sitting where he had left it. His stomach growled, and Yugi opened the box, figuring it would be a good way of staving off his hunger. The box was half-empty by the time he put away his physics book and went on to the next assignment. As he stared at the first problem, though, it appeared that the isosceles triangle was moving off the page. Yugi shut his eyes tightly, then opened them again. Now all the shapes on the page appeared to be moving. Yugi felt an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach, as though he was falling, and then it seemed as though the surface of the desk rushed up towards him. After that, everything was darkness.

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Yugi woke with a start; his mind was swimming with the remnants of an odd dream involving textbooks, pocky and triangles. He blinked up at the ceiling of his room; had he fallen asleep? It appeared to be dark; damn it, why hadn’t his grandpa woken him up for dinner? At this rate, he’d never finish his homework.

Attempting to sit up, Yugi was rather surprised when it didn’t work. It was only then that he became aware of the fact that he was tied up. His arms were bound behind him, each hand against the opposite elbow, and more coils of rope pinned his arms tightly to his body. Even more rope bound him at his knees and ankles. Teetering on the edge of panic, Yugi tried to cry out, but a cloth had been stuffed in his mouth with another strip tied over it to keep the gag in place. Yugi twisted and struggled, but he could barely move; the ropes were too tight. Trying to calm himself, Yugi called out to Yami through their link, hoping that nothing had happened to his darkness.

/Don’t worry, Yugi. I’m here./

The bedroom door opened and Yami walked in; Yugi was too relieved to notice that Yami locked the door behind him. Yugi shifted on the bed so that the knots binding his arms were exposed, expecting Yami to untie him.

/Yami, what happened? What’s going on?/

Yami sat down on the bed and brushed Yugi’s bangs out of his eyes. Instead of answering, he just smiled. Yugi had seen that smile before.

/Yami… untie me, please?/

Yami leaned over until their faces were almost touching; Yugi could feel Yami’s warm breath on his neck and a shiver went down his spine.

“No.”

Yugi stared back; the only response he could give was a muffled “Mmph?”

“It would be a shame, wouldn’t it, to go through all the trouble of tying you up just to untie you so soon… don’t you think?”

Yugi stared back at his darkness in shock, which quickly turned to anger. /What are you talking about? Untie me!/

“No.”

/Yami, this is ridiculous! Untie me right now!/

Yami quirked an eyebrow, then shook his head.

/Damn it, Yami!/ Yami stepped back as Yugi thrashed around against his bonds, more in frustration than in any hope of escape. Sitting down at the desk, Yami watched as Yugi vainly struggled. He would tire eventually, and Yami was quite patient. Having already been exhausted, it didn’t take long for Yugi to give up his struggles. The ropes weren’t budging and he couldn’t get a hold of any of the knots; escape on his own didn’t appear to be an option. And, in a flush of embarrassment, Yugi realized that he was becoming rather aroused.

Yugi’s chest was heaving as he finally lay still, glaring at Yami.

/May I ask why you tied me up?/ Yugi finally said acidly.

Yami glanced at the pile of books and papers on the desk. “I thought it was time to give you a dose of reality that didn’t involve homework.”

/… By tying me up?/

“Was there another way to tear you away from your homework?”

/Well, you could’ve just asked…/

Yami shrugged. “Tried that. It didn’t work.” Yami ignored Yugi’s protests and pounced on Yugi’s bound form, straddling his waist. “And you know me…” he said softly. “I always discard ineffective strategies in favor of something new…”

/But… w-what if Grandpa hears us?/

“Please, Yugi; after all those shadow games you think I don’t know how to do something as simple as soundproofing a room?”

/Yami… please…/ Yugi tried to plead with his darkness. /Couldn’t you at least loosen the ropes? They’re starting to hurt/

“Mm, I think I can make you forget all about that…”

Yugi squirmed as Yami’s hand toyed with the button of his jeans. He had already felt the beginnings of a hard-on, and this was not helping. Yami noticed Yugi’s flushed face, and as his hand traveled downwards he realized why.

“I think you’re enjoying this more than you let on, hikari,” Yami murmured huskily. Rather abruptly he pulled Yugi’s jeans down to his knees, discovering Yugi’s very full erection. He lightly ran his fingers up and down the shaft.

“Mmmmrrrrrnnnnnggg…” Yugi let out a long string of unintelligible noises as Yami teased him. Apparently pleased with the reaction he was getting, Yami replaced his fingers with his tongue, gliding up and down Yugi’s member. His lips wrapped around the tip and he gently began to suck. Yugi arched his back, his muffled moans filling the room.

/Yami… please, I…/

/Yes, Yugi?/

/I need…/

Yami paused momentarily, hopeful.

/… I need to finish the homework… some of it’s due tomorrow…/

Yami stared at his light, his hopes dashed. All this and Yugi was still only thinking about homework? Thinking quickly, Yami decided this called for something even more drastic. He squeezed Yugi’s erection gently, causing the boy to cry out softly. Then, he deftly flipped Yugi onto his stomach, eliciting a squeal from his light.

“Yugi, you’ve had homework, hours of it, every night for weeks. Even on the weekends you were buried in work…”

/But Yami…/

Yugi squealed again as Yami delivered a sound smack to his firm ass.

“I wasn’t finished. Now, I’m going to get you out of this routine, even if only for one night, because if I don’t then both of us are going to go crazy. That means that I get my way with you without any pleas to go back to that Ra-damned homework. Is that clear?”

/Yami, I…/

Yami cut Yugi off by spanking him again, several smacks sounding through the room before he was done. Yugi tried to worm his way out of Yami’s grasp, but Yami pulled Yugi into his lap and spanked him again. Yugi hissed as he felt the sting of the blows on his skin; he jumped as he felt Yami’s hand on his ass again, but Yami only caressed and squeezed his round cheeks. Yugi remained still, lest he invite another spanking onto his already-tender skin.

Yami laid Yugi down on his back again, straddled his waist and leaned down until their noses touched. “I’ll say again… is that clear?” Yugi nodded mutely. Yami grinned. “Good.”

He sat back for a moment and took a lingering gaze at his light’s bound form. Yugi shivered as Yami’s grin took on a distinctly malicious look.

“But just to make sure…” Yami said, as if to himself. Yugi was again rolled onto his stomach and Yami straddled Yugi’s legs with his back to Yugi. Taking a hold of Yugi’s calves, Yami pulled his socks off. Yugi suddenly realized what Yami was doing and he struggled in panic.

/No, please Yami, don’t!/

His pleas were in vain, though, as Yami attacked Yugi’s very ticklish feet. He began just by lightly stroking Yugi’s soles, causing his feet to twitch and jerk at the sensation. Then his fingers crawled spider-like over the sensitive skin, and Yugi’s protests intensified. The smaller boy shrieked into his gag as he bucked underneath Yami in an attempt to get away. Yami held tight to Yugi’s legs and continued to tickle despite Yugi’s kicking and squirming. Yugi’s sides were starting to hurt as he gasped, laughed and squealed through what seemed to be never-ending torment. Listening to Yugi’s muffled cries, Yami wondered if he could’ve skipped all the rest and just tickled Yugi into submission.

Finally showing his light some mercy, Yami stopped tickling and Yugi was able to relax for a moment. He was sweating, his chest ached from laughing and the ropes hadn’t loosened a bit. He submitted without a second thought as Yami rolled him onto his back.

Returning to his earlier occupation, Yami licked and kissed up and down Yugi’s very hard shaft. Yugi tried to remain still and quiet; his ass still stung from the spanking, and he didn’t dare risk anymore tickling. This proved difficult, though, as Yami’s caresses drove him closer and closer to the edge. He writhed under Yami’s touch, and somehow the tightness of the ropes and his feeling of helplessness only added to his need. But, just as he felt the climax nearing, Yami left his member in favor of his lower stomach. Yugi whined softly, unable to conceal his disappointment. Yami just grinned up at him, lazily drawing loopy patterns along Yugi’s navel with his tongue. As he worked his way up Yugi’s torso he unbuttoned Yugi’s shirt and pushed it aside, which eventually involved a great deal of tugging because the shirt was partially pinned under the ropes.

Yami gave Yugi a sly look as he reached his goal: Yugi’s nipples. The soft buds of flesh were ridiculously sensitive, and Yugi had typically squirmed away when Yami had tried to tease them, but now Yugi had no choice. Yugi moaned uncertainly, then let out a rather loud yelp as Yami began to suck on the tender skin. Yugi’s first instinct was to turn away, but that proved impossible between the ropes and the fact that Yami was sitting on top of him. Yami gently grazed one nipple with his teeth as he pinched and squeezed the other, eliciting moan after moan from Yugi.

When Yami finally let up, Yugi sighed in relief, but was still on the alert as Yami stood and went to the dresser. He reached far back into one of the drawers, then turned to gaze upon Yugi for a few moments. The ropes were still tight as ever, and Yugi was flushed and panting with his pants around his knees and his sex still hard. Yugi stared back, his eyes on the objects in Yami’s hand.

/Yami… what’s that?/

Yami didn’t reply; he returned to the bed and pulled Yugi’s legs up so that his knees were against his chest, exposing his ass. The skin was still red from the spanking; Yami gave it another smack for good measure. One of the items in his hand was a bottle of lubricant; he coated his finger and gently coaxed it into Yugi’s tight entrance. Yugi groaned, shifting as he tried to accommodate Yami’s finger. Another finger entered as Yugi’s insides were stretched. Then Yami took the other object in his hand, coated it with lubricant, and gently pushed the toy into Yugi.

“Ummph?!” The small noise Yugi made held all of pleasure, pain and surprise, as he was quite aware that this was not Yami’s fingers, or any part of Yami, for that matter. Yugi raised his head, trying to see around Yami, but he momentarily lost control of himself as the toy inside of him began to vibrate. Yugi arched his back and screamed. Yami took a moment to enjoy the sound; he hadn’t heard Yugi scream like that in weeks.

Yugi vaguely felt the bed shift as Yami stood up, leaving the toy inside him. Moaning, Yugi writhed around, his sex rubbing against the covers and hardening again. He looked up through half-lidded eyes to see Yami take off his shirt and he made a mental note to make Yami do that more often. Yami continued to undress and Yugi discovered that his darkness was just as hard as he was. Once again, Yami climbed on top of Yugi, his hard-on poised over Yugi’s mouth. Yami removed the gag and threw it to the floor; Yugi didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

Taking the tip into his mouth without hesitation, Yugi gently began to suck, swirling his tongue around the hard shaft. Yami groaned, putting a hand against the wall to support himself; his other hand buried itself in Yugi’s hair, pushing his light’s head closer. Yugi moaned softly as he pleasured his darkness, the toy still buzzing away inside of him. He bobbed his head as he wrapped his lips around Yami’s sex, lightly grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin.

Yugi was rather surprised when Yami shifted suddenly, pushing Yugi’s head back onto the pillow, but soon Yugi saw why. Yami turned to set himself on all fours so that he could turn his attention to Yugi’s aching need, flicking his tongue teasingly across the tip; Yugi gratefully responded by raising his head to continue his work on Yami. He could feel himself beginning to lose his concentration, though; as Yami licked and sucked along Yugi’s shaft, he felt his need return stronger than ever. He had already been denied once, and the merciless toy was still wreaking ever-so-pleasurable havoc inside of him.

Yami, however, seemed to have other plans, and he turned his attention again to Yugi’s ass. Yugi groaned in frustration, raising his hips to try to bring Yami’s attention back to where he wanted it most, but Yami ignored him. His darkness opted instead to tease by twisting the toy around and thrusting it in and out of Yugi’s entrance.

“Y-Yami…” Barely had a protest begun to form than Yami spanked his light’s ass, causing Yugi to cry out. Yugi tried to take the torment; his sex was still throbbing with need, his arms were aching from being bound so tight for so long, any protest he made was answered with a spanking, his ass was being tortured by some fiendish device, and he STILL had to finish that geometry homework sitting on his desk.

“Will you just FUCK me already?!”

Yami’s head snapped up in surprise; had his light really just said that? He stared for a moment, then a grin spread across his face.

“Gladly.”

Within seconds, the toy had been discarded and Yugi was on his knees, his face down on the covers and his ass in the air, moaning as Yami gently stretched him again with his fingers. Yami ran his fingernails over Yugi’s ass, trying to savor the moment; it had been way too long. Yugi twisted to look back at Yami, panting slightly.

/Ready?/

Yugi just nodded, and Yami gently entered. Yugi let out a long, low moan as Yami filled him, trying without much success to impale himself deeper. There was a moment of emptiness as Yami withdrew, then a sudden wave of pleasure as Yami thrust forward and hit that wonderful spot that sent sparks across Yugi’s vision. Yami grabbed Yugi’s hips, his breath coming faster as Yugi’s tightness squeezed him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed over them both as they rediscovered a familiar rhythm. Yugi nearly let out another scream as Yami unexpectedly grabbed his arousal and stroked it roughly.

“Oh… God… Yami…”

/You want it?/

/Oh yes please…/

Yugi’s cry filled the room as he spilled himself onto the bed, and moments later he felt a rush of warmth as Yami came inside him. There was a moment of hazy brightness, the whole world briefly rose-colored, and in the next moment Yugi realized he was lying on his side. Yami was lying next to him, sweating, panting and smiling. He reached out and brushed some sweat-soaked strands of hair from Yugi’s face.

“Have fun?”

Yugi let out a tired laugh; yes, of course it had been fun, fun in a way that he hadn’t experienced… well, ever, actually. Even in their previous sexual adventures there had never been anything quite like this.

“Yami…”

“Hm?”

“Can you untie me now?”

Yami grinned, almost sheepishly, and pulled Yugi closer to him to start untying the knots. Yugi stretched his legs as the ropes were removed and groaned in relief as his arms were finally freed. Yami was nearly knocked off the bed as Yugi grabbed him and kissed him hard; as he pulled away Yami stared at him breathlessly.

“You are probably the most perverted person I know,” Yugi said accusingly.

Yami raised an eyebrow. “Even more than Mariku?”

Yugi silenced him with another bruising kiss, pushing Yami down onto the bed. When he pulled back, his eyes had softened. “Thank you… for putting up with me.”

“You’re welcome,” Yami breathed. He looked down at Yugi. “You… might need to change.”

Yugi flopped back down on the bed. “I don’t even feel like getting up.” He looked dejectedly over at his desk. “And I still have to do that homework…”

Yami wound his arms around Yugi’s shoulders. “Do you, now?” he murmured.

“Well, yeah, I still had all that geometry homework and a history paper to…” Yugi stopped as he noticed Yami grinning at him. Yugi’s confused look only made Yami chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I told you that I’d get you at of the homework routine for at least one night. That geometry took a while, but Egyptian history is easier when you’ve been there.”

Yugi stared at him in shock, then abruptly gave Yami’s face a fierce whack with his pillow. It was Yami’s turn to be shocked.

“What was that for?”

“You bastard! You let me think that whole time that I still had to do all that work! You did that on purpose!”

Yami lowered his eyes sheepishly, scratching his head. “Yeah… although… I kind of thought it was more fun that way.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” Yugi pouted, but he was having trouble keeping a straight face. He finally let a smile creep in as he murmured, “Thanks for getting me to take the night off.”

Yami chuckled. “Anytime.”