Vengeance Personified

“PEGASUS!” He’s defied the security cameras and a staff of goons numbering in the hundreds to stand in front of him, here in the American’s sanctuary. But that’s not surprising. He’s got the Puzzle; the power of the Shadows is in his hands. “You cheated during our duel,” he says, eyes flashing. “Be sure, you will pay.”



“And I kidnapped Yuugi’s grandfather, don’t forget that.”



”Yes, the old man. Yuugi wants his soul back. That’s one more thing you’re going to pay for.”



He’s vengeance personified, a slim figure in leather, with flashing eyes and a haircut that defies gravity. 



“You talk so quickly of punishment,” Pegasus says in a silky voice. “Why am I to believe you’re the one to give it to me?”



“Oh, I’ll give it to you.” The Dark Yuugi’s lip curls. “I’ll give it to you, all right.” He draws the small flog out from behind his back. “Undress,” he says.



It’s no use disobeying. Pegasus has the Eye, but he’s got the Puzzle; they both know whose Shadow Powers are stronger.



“I’m doing this for Yuugi and his grandfather,” he says, “and for the Sennen Eye, which deserve a better holder than you, you unworthy American.”



A man’s identity is in his clothing; naked, Pegasus is defenseless before the merciless gaze of Yuugi’s Dark Self.



“And your hair.” The Dark Yuugi gestures coldly. “Tie it back before I cut it off.”



Now Pegasus stands before him bare as an infant. His face is exposed, and his body, and his hardon, which throbs, indecently visible with nothing left to cover it. He kneels facing the wall, and bows his head in humble submission. “Do with me as you choose.”



“Silence!” A slashing sound, and the whip hits his shoulders. The pain is instantaneous and bright. “Did I say for you to talk?” 



The blows fall one after another, too many for him to count, as the Master of Duelist Kingdom is reduced, to crying first, then to begging, and finally to blubbering weakly. But even in this extremity, he keeps his head bowed, faces obediently away from the other.



And then it’s over, and they’re in Pegasus’ bed together. – How they got there, that doesn’t matter; they’re there at any rate, and the Dark Yuugi is kissing him all over. “Did you really think you could challenge me and get away with it?” he murmurs. “You can see inside my mind, but I can see inside your soul.”



“Yes.” Lips against his intimate places, the Dark Yuugi’s arms tight around his body, Pegasus cuddles close, as obedient in love as he was in punishment. “I’m yours,” he says. “Do what you want with me.”



There’s no doubt what he wants to do. Pegasus puts the condom on him; his mouth is the only lube that’s needed. Kneeling down again, his face pressed deep into his pillow, the American takes a new beating, the Dark Yuugi’s cock thicker and harder than all the rest of him put together. He reams him, pounding stroke after powerful stroke, taking him so deep that it feels like he’s filling his entire body. And when he comes, Pegasus feels every spurt of it. …And afterward, the American waits for permission before he lets himself come as well.



…Okay, okay, that’s not how it happened. But it should have been, shouldn’t it? Just like Kaiba-boi should have gone down on his knees and begged, with those blue eyes of his all pitiful, and his pretty mouth open for mercy – Or whatever else Pegasus wanted to put in it. – instead of just standing around yattering about his brother, that day when he made it down to the dungeons. Past history would have been better, if Pegasus had had the writing of it, instead of …well, instead of whoever it is who decides things like that, that guy who also thinks duels can be played on motorcycles, and scrawny twerps named Yusei will do as main characters.