Don'na Anata Iru

A/N: This scene is just for fun. I make mention of some little plot bits, because originally it was going to be part of a story, but you can just ignore them, heh. Now its a PWP. ^_~ Beware of random Japanese phrases.
DISC: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and am not profitting off this story.

Yuwaku pushed Yugi gently back onto his bed.
"Yuwaku- I- no, you shouldn't... what if my Grampa..."
"He can't just leave the store, you know," Yuwaku purred. "Come on, Yugi, you know you've been wanting me to do this ever since Yami took me... I know I've been thinking about it since then, and since I know the reason you don't want me to get with Yami anymore is because you're jealous... you must want this."
She ran her hand down his chest, grasped the Millennium Puzzle in her hand. His eyes got very wide as she slipped it up over his head.
"No, Yuwaku," he grabbed for the Puzzle.
She laughed and tossed it onto the floor. "You won't need that, sweetie," she cooed.
Her legs pinned his firmly to the bed as she pushed the sleeves of his jacket back. He sgledgled a bit against her, trying to pull it back on, but she easily overpowered him. The jacket soon joined the Millennium Puzzle on the floor.
She undid the buttons on top of his pale blue shirt as his hands gripped at her wrists, trying to stop her.
"Yuwaku," he said pleadingly, desperately. "Please don't."
She caught both his hands in one of her own. "Yugi, who are you kidding? You want this." She pressed her other hand lightly between his legs and his hips bucked. He gasped.
"See? Bokki," She said silkily. "You're aroused." She deftly began to undo his belt buckle with her free hand. He squirmed.
"Yuwaku, don't, I'm not kidding, stop it."
"I'm not kidding either, Yugi," she said. The buckle came open in her hands and she grinned. She rose up a bit, straddling him, supporting herself on her knees as she pushed his shirt up all the way to his neck. She leaned down, blew gently on his stomach as she ran her hand across his smooth chest. He moaned lightly.
"All that talk about wanting me to stop and you're enjoying yourself already," she said teasingly. She brought her hand all the way down his stomach and to the top of his pants. She unbuttoned them, pushed down the zipper and they fell open.
"Hey, you're not too bad as far as size," she said, glancing down, surprised. "Who would have thought little Yugi was this endowed?" She grinned at him again as her hand slid down the front of his boxers.
He cried out and squeezed his eyes shut. Yuwaku did not even have a chance to start stroking him; as soon as her hand came into contact Yugi's face contorted and shudders wracked his body. Warmth hit her hand. She released his wrists and they fell limply back onto the bed. Yugi's face was sweaty, his back was arched. He took long gasping breaths, calming himself. His head lolled to the side and his face gradually relaxed.
"That was really pathetic, Yugi," Yuwaku said presently. His eyes flew open.
"Well, sorry!" He said angrily, his face flaming red as he began to blush furiously.
Yuwaku regarded him for several seconds without speaking. "You've never even gotten yourself off, have you? That was your very first orgasm."
"Yeah, so," Yugi said, looking away, becoming more embarrassed by the second.
Yuwaku smiled warmly. "That's so cute! I gave you your first orgasm!" Her warm smile stayed on her face until she looked at her hand. "But wait, thats gross, Yugi. You need to have more self control."
"I couldn't control it!" He yelled, obviously very upset by this point.
She pressed her clean hand to his mouth. "Don't yell," she chastised. "It doesn't matter that much anyway." She wiped her other hand on his shirt. "You'll just want to wash that before the next time you wear it."
He grimaced. "That's disgusting."
She laughed. "Well, you're the one who decided to come in my hand. But you're right, it is disgusting for you to still be wearing that shirt." She gripped the shirt and pulled it over his head, mussing his spiky hair, slid it up his arms, and twisted it around his wrists. He tested the strength of this new bond, which Yuwaku knew was not much, and so she leaned down and bit gently at his collarbone. He gasped and his back arched. She slid her other hand up his chest, her fingertips tracing light patterns across his skin. She kissed her way up his neck, along his jaw line. She stopped when their faces were level; her lips a mere inch from his.
"I haven't even kissed you yet, have I, Yugi?" She whispered. "I'm sorry. You deserve to be made love to, not just fucked senseless. Of course, I can do both." His eyes widened until they were impossibly large and Yuwaku just grinned softly. Her eyes searched his for a few seconds, and then she leaned down slowly, painfully slow, until she caught Yugi's lips with her own. At first, he was utterly still, and she reached up a hand to his jaw line, pressing her thumb against his chin and pushing down, opening his mouth to her tongue. His body tensed beneath hers when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her hands went for his pants; pushing them, along with his boxers, down to his knees. A light moan issued from his throat when she reached up and took him into her hand. He was not quite hard again yet, but with her attentions she knew he would be soon.
She broke the kiss and traced her tongue along the bridge of Yugi's nose. She kissed each of his closed eyelids, his cheekbones, his forehead, his ears, every bit of his face that she could reach as her hand continued to stroke him. His breath was becoming short again. "Watashi no bishonen gangu," she whispered into his ear. She pressed her lips to his again and this time his tongue came up to meet hers.
She rose up a bit then, supporting herself on her knees. "I would say that I was about to show you something that would change your life," she said teasingly, grinning. "But you've already seen them through Yami's eyes, Isuresure." With this she removed her shirt, tossing it to the floor, where it landed squarely on top of the Millennium Puzzle. Yugi stared up at her, still looking apprehensive, but with something else in his eyes now. Something like anticipation. Yuwaku smiled and pulled the straps of her bra down slowly, watching Yugi's reaction to her impromptu strip tease. He was watching her quite intently. She reached back slowly, undid the clasp, let the sides of the bra fall open, but held it on. Yugi's eyes had gone wide, and he was staring right at her chest. She bit her lip, trying not to smile as she removed the bra slowly and let it drop to the floor.
For a few seconds Yugi only stared with his impossibly wide eyes. Then, he spoke faintly: "Nice rack."
Yuwaku could not keep from laughing. She doubled over, giggling, pressing her face to Yugi's chest to muffle her laughter.
"You borrowed that one from Yami," she said when she had regained her composure. "That's cute."
She rested her chin on his chest and looked up into his eyes, grinning. He said nothing, staring back down at her. She tilted her head down, kissed his smooth skin lightly. He breathed deeply beneath her as she nibbled her way across his chest, biting and sucking at his soft, sensitive skin. She made her way slowly downward, tickling his stomach with her feather light kisses and gently caressing fingertips. She trailed her tongue all the way down his stomach. He was breathing fast and hard and she smiled as she ran her hand up his thigh and then wrapped her fingers around him.
"We don't want to have any prematurity problems," she said as she slid her hand low and gripped him firmly. "So this should take care of that. Try to take deep, slow breaths while I do this, Yugi, and don't hold your breath for more than a second, okay? I'll be pretty upset if you come in my mouth." She said this nonchalantly, but noticed the look of shock that crossed Yugi's face.
"Yuwaku," he said hastily. "Wait, don't-" His words slurred together and became a moan when her warm mouth came down on him. He clenched his hands into fists and squeezed his eyes shut as her tongue played against him. He tried to concentrate on breathing deeply and evenly, but it was impossible. She did not really expect him to be able to do this, did she? He focused, taking a few deep breaths before he could not help it and broke into panting.
"Yuwaku," he ground out. "Yuwaku stop or I'll..."
She tightened her grip and pulled off just enough to whisper, "Breathe evenly," before taking him back into her mouth. He took a deep breath, started to hold it, remembered what she had said and let it out. He tried to keep his mind on his breathing, and not think about the things Yuwaku was doing to him with her mouth down there; things that felt incredible. He concentrated on not thinking about it. Not likely. He moaned, his back arched convulsively, and he clenched his fists even tighter. He knew Yuwaku would do something terrible to him if he did what she had told him not too; he was bound, however loosely, and vulnerable beneath her and it would not be wise to make her angry. However, if she continued with what she was doing, it would not matter how evenly he breathed or how hard she held him, he would not be able to stop himself.
She raised off of him a few seconds later, and he gasped, disappointed that she had quit, but at the same time glad because he had been teetering on the edge. She daintily wiped the corners of her mouth and placed one of her hands lightly on his stomach, the other still holding him. The fingernails of the hand on his stomach dug into his flesh a bit.
"Joshitsu shonen," she cooed. "Now take deep breaths and relax before I let you go."
He did as she had told him, bringing himself back from the edge. He let his eyes flutter open as she released him. His eyes flew open wide when he saw that she was removing her skirt. It fell to the ground in a heap, and Yugi stared. Yuwaku was wearing thigh high stockings and lacy white panties, and she looked remarkably sexy wearing only those. She smiled upon seeing his reaction and took her panties down very slowly.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed on either side of his head, and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. She positioned herself just above him; all that she had to do was lower her hips. Yugi's eyes were wide and they were suddenly full of fear.
"Yuwaku, I don't know if I want you to..."
"Too late now, Yugi," she said, but her voice cracked and Yugi saw what looked like sadness and guilt flicker across her face.
"Iru odayaka," he whispered.
She smiled gently, still looking sad. "There's no chance that it's going to hurt you, Yugi," she said.
Not like how it hurt so much for me when Yami… She shook the thought away, but her face hardened and she felt angry and determined again. She stared down at Yugi, into his impossibly wide eyes, seeing the fear reflected there, wondering if Yami could see the fear in her eyes when he was staring down at her just before he...
Yuwaku lowered herself onto Yugi, moaning as she did so. He gasped, his hands working against the shirt that was still twisted around his wrists. It was coming loose quickly as he continued to try to get his hands out of it. Yuwaku was coming down so slow, painfully slowly, and he wanted to grab her and bring her all the way down before it made him go crazy. He twisted his hands again, hurting his arm, but the shirt was finally undone. He slipped his hands out of it and without thinking, grabbed her hips and pushed her the rest of the way down. He cried out and she gasped, her eyes going wide. She shifted her weight to her knees and brought her hands up, gripping Yugi's hands, taking them off her hips and up to her chest, holding them there. Her eyes were wide but out of focus; she stared straight ahead. They were botrfecrfectly still.
"Y... Yuwaku?" Yugi whispered, concerned. He slipped one of his hands out of her grasp and reached out, touching her face. She started, her eyes came back into focus. She stared down at him for a few seconds, and then a grin crossed her face. She took his hands and leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the bed as she began to move her hips.
"I just had a sudden thought about something," she said. "Sorry."
Yugi did not respond, likely because he was too busy moaning and panting to form coherent words. His eyes were clenched shut; he was moaning in seeming ecstasy. She smiled, feeling a surge of power at the control she had over him. Lust flared through all of her senses as she looked at the beautiful boy sweating, moaning, writhing, and panting beneath her. He was hers now, all hers, and despite what Yami had done to her, trying to keep her away from Yugi, she possessed him anyway.
Yuwaku wrapped her arms around Yugi's back and lifted him, drawing him into a sitting position with her in his lap. His face was level with her breasts so she arched her back, encouraging him, and he did what she wanted, reaching up and cupping one of her breasts in his hand even as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. Now it was she who moaned, a smile coming over her face as she practically felt the innocence falling away from the younger boy. Supporting herself on her knees, she lifted and dropped herself on him, faster and faster, and he broke his mouth from her to moan and cry out and she knew that he was young, he could not last long, and so she tipped his head up and buried her tongue in his mouth, swallowing the cry he gave as he came. For several seconds, he was tensed, sucking at her tongue, and then all at once he went limp, his upper body sliding back to the bed. Sweat trickled down his temples, his eyes were closed and his mouth slackly open as he panted for air. Yuwaku leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead.
"You see," she said. "You loved that. And now you're mine. We can do it whenever you want."
Yugi eyes did not open, but she saw his brow furrow a bit as she was getting off of him. Leisurely, she stretched out next to him, stroking her hand gently down his chest. He was beautiful, so young and sweet and vulnerable and now all hers. She leaned down and pressed her lips gently to his, coaxing his mouth open with her tongue.
As her innocence had been taken, so now had his.