Title: Turn
Author: bnomiko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Yami x Seto
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Noa's arc
Warnings: light BDSM
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi, Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Duelist of the Roses is a product of Konami, Playstation 2 is a product of Sony, Maximus is a product of BodyWise. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: PWP. Mokuba and Noa get Yami and Seto interested in the Duelist of the Roses video game, and Yami and Seto decide to try it out. Then pointless sex happens. Written for PharaohsPalace - Seme Yami / Uke Seto Challenge.
Status: 2 / 2
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/
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Author’s Notes:
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Turn
Chapter 2: Your Turn
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Hmm… yes, I think it’s my turn indeed…
Evil and delicious thoughts filled Yami’s head for a moment, but just when things were getting good, Seto yanked Yami’s game controller off the floor and bonked it lightly on the top of his lover’s spiky-haired head. The shorter teen scowled and batted the offending object away. Get your mind off the video game Seto!
"Just uh… put my Injection Fairy Lily in defense mode for me," Yami murmured, shifting his attention to unbuckling Seto’s belt and unzipping his jeans. The brunette started to comply, sliding his finger over the square button, but promptly forgot what he was doing as Yami successfully undid the fly of his jeans.
Yami smiled inwardly. Gotcha… "Stand up for a moment," he whispered, pulling his lover’s jeans and boxers down at the same time. "Now sit up here on the bed."
The taller duelist complied, but as soon as his bottom hit the mattress he remembered where he was. "Wait a second Yami, this is Mokuba’s… gah… ahhhh…" he moaned as Yami eagerly pressed forward, running his agile tongue over the tip of Seto’s cock several times before encircling the shaft with his lips. Lightly gripping the base of the brunette’s erection, Yami began bobbing his head up and down in a slow, methodical motion, running his tongue in a spiraling motion. Seto gasped and his fingers tightened reflexively on the controller he was holding. "Uh, oops…"
Yami pulled himself up and turned to look at the screen to see his monster still in attack mode. He shrugged to himself mentally, but perhaps he could take advantage of the situation after all. "Oh no, you messed up my turn," he deadpanned with a roll of his eyes, before dropping his voice and murmuring, "Now you owe me a turn, Kai-baby…"
"Err…" A faint flush colored Seto’s cheeks for a moment as Yami fixed an intense crimson gaze on the brunette before going back down on his lover. As he increased his speed and suction, Seto braced himself with his free hand as his head fell back in ecstasy and the controller dropped to the floor. The brunette’s fingers automatically buried themselves in Yami’s thick shock of tri-colored hair as his breathing increasing into a familiar panting rhythm.
Yami strained to glance up at his boyfriend. With the collar riding up on the slender neck and his shirt opened to expose a pale chest and perfect pink nipples, the taller teen was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen. The mere sight made Yami suck on Seto even more vigorously, and he was rewarded by a sudden increase in the brunette’s breathing.
Blood rushed into Seto’s ears as he neared release, and his hips bucked up uncontrollably. In response, his lover bore down even more, hand tightening around the base of his throbbing shaft, until the moment when Seto’s world exploded in a blinding white light and all coherent thought was drowned out by rolling pulses of pleasure radiating from between his legs.
Yami hummed in anticipation as Seto cried out his name hoarsely and spurted his load deep into his mouth. The shorter teen gave his lover several more strokes with his hand, then switched to licking the brunette’s shaft off with cat-like motions. Seto was ridiculously easy to get off after a long separation. Granted, he himself wasn’t usually much better, but he had already taken the edge off himself earlier while waiting for his boyfriend to get home, so he hoped that would prolong his endurance at least a little bit. As it was, he was already hard again and oh, the things he wanted to do before he got off…
As Seto came down from his high, he became aware of the ridiculous, repetitive game music still playing in the background, and all of a sudden the world came back to him. "Fuck, Yami, couldn’t you wait?"
Yami, who was in the process of licking cum and saliva off his hand, looked up and arched a fine brow. "Right. I can hardly wait to fuck you." A huge, smug smile broke across his face.
Seto boggled at him. "We’re in Mokuba’s room, on Mokuba’s bed!" he snarled.
"Technically, you’re on Mokuba’s bed. And you DO realize how silly it is to argue with me when you’re the one sitting in a pool of drool with his pants around his ankles…"
"That… this is your fault! And who are you to talk when you’ve got your shirt pulled all the way up to your neck? You look ridiculous."
The crimson-eyed teen stood up with a smile as he undid his belt and pants, shimmying out of them and leaving them on the floor. "Is that better?"
"Don’t you ever wear underwear?" Seto couldn’t help but drop his eyes to his lover’s lean legs and swelling erection.
Yami laughed. "With you around, why should I?" Then he knelt back down to remove free Seto’s ankles from his jeans and underwear, flinging them carelessly onto the floor beside him, but after a moment’s thought he retrieved the belt and placed it on the bed. Seto’s gaze dropped as he considered the belt for a moment, then he looked back up as Yami placed a knee on the mattress and crawled on top of his lap.
"You were begging for it Kai-baby… how could I resist? I can’t help it if you’re a naughty boy." Yami put both his hands on Seto’s chest and pushed him down onto the mattress. "Now it’s my turn to get what I want."
Seto’s eyes darkened and he went to push his boyfriend off, but Yami grabbed both his hands and pinned them just over his head with a grin. "What makes you think I’m going to let you top me?" said Seto, putting up a brief and weak struggle.
"Let’s see… one, you haven’t protested ‘til now, and two, you’re the one wearing the collar…"
With that, the brunette let out a growl and grabbed the shorter duelist’s wrists while simultaneously arcing his back, gaining the leverage needed to flip Yami onto the bed beside him before rolling his weight over his lover, effectively pinning him down. "Take this silly thing off me right now."
And time to employ silly Seto logic… "and three, you messed up my turn by leaving my Fairy in attack mode," Yami pointed out, not missing a beat.
"Hey, you ruined my turn earlier…"
"… and I made it up to you Seto. And now… I do believe it’s still my turn…" Yami lifted his head off the bed and tossed his blonde bangs towards the neglected television.
Seto opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut. "Grr…. fine," he ground out, releasing Yami’s wrists and pushing his torso off the younger teen.
Yami’s eyes lit up. "Don’t go anywhere just yet." He ducked under his taller lover and groped for the belt on the corner of the mattress. "Now, like I was saying, you’re a naughty boy, and naughty boys should be punished, hmm?" he cooed.
The crimson-eyed teen sat back up and used his left hand to encourage Seto to settle back down on his tummy while doubling up the belt up in his right hand, checking to make sure the buckle was secure in his palm. "You ready, Baby?"
Seto snorted. "You’ve got to be kiddi… ow! Yami!" The ex-spirit only chuckled as Seto reflexively reached back to rub the line burning on his buttcheek.
"Don’t you think you’re exaggerating just a wee bit?" Whap.
The brunette jerked again. "No, that shit hurts!"
"Tsk tsk, such language." Another whap. "Besides, I’m just returning the favor; you like doing this to me."
"That’s cause you’re a crazy masochist!"
Yami cocked his head, then leaned his arm across Seto’s shoulders. "Do you really want me to stop?" he whispered in the brunette’s ear.
"… you really going to continue beating me?"
"I’m hardly ‘beating’ you. I just wanted to see what you look like with a little color on you. If you want me to stop, I will," he replied with sincerity.
Seto flushed slightly. Well this is embarrassing… now I made him feel bad. I guess it really doesn’t hurt THAT much… "Whatever. Just don’t enjoy it too much, Yami-kins, or you’ll really get it next time."
"Oh, believe me, I’m not enjoying this at all Kai-baby," Yami breathed, leaning back with a huge smile on his face. A moment’s pause, then whap.
Whap. Whap. Whap. Seto fought the urge to just get up and disarm his boyfriend. Ok, so maybe it really isn’t that bad. And it’s making Yami happy… stupid Yami and his stupid happiness. He couldn’t help but grin at that thought.
"Something amusing?"
"Shut up. Are you done yet?"
Yami considered it, tracing abstract designs on his lover’s backside. Seto’s cheeks were just slightly pink all over. "I guess so. It looks good… you should see it." The belt was discarded on the floor and Yami slunk off the bed to find his jeans.
Seto lifted his head as Yami bent over, rummaging through the pockets of his discarded pants. "Now why would I want to look at my ass when I’ve got yours mooning me?"
Yami smiled over his shoulder at his boyfriend as he finally fished something out of a pocket. He threw it onto the mattress before crawling back beside the taller teen.
The brunette picked up the little packet. "A sachet of Maximus lube… lucky me. I suppose you’ll want me on my hands and knees?"
"Oh, don’t be like that Seto," Yami chided, planting a few soft kisses on his lover’s pink posterior. "But hands and knees would be nice."
With a dramatic sigh, Seto got into the requested position while Yami worked on tearing the packet of lube open with his teeth. "All that lube is going to make a mess of Mokuba’s bed."
"Would you rather get rug burn? And you can buy Mokuba some new sheets later, Baby."
Seto merely snorted in response, but otherwise stayed silent as Yami slicked up his fingers, then easily pressed one slimy digit into Seto’s tight passage. Though the brunette would never admit to it, he did enjoy being finger-fucked and he found himself rocking his hips back against Yami’s hand.
"Enjoying it, Kai-baby?" No verbal reply, but Seto’s hardening erection was a good enough indicator. A second finger was inserted.
Seto squeezed his eyes shut, rocking harder against his lover’s hand in response, unable to stifle a moan as Yami’s fingers wriggled and brushed over his prostate.
A chuckle, then a twist of the wrist and a third finger was added, along with a thumb against his perineum. "Oh God…" Seto could feel his arousal bouncing up, the collar tight around his throat and jangling in response.
Yami continued to stimulate and stretch his lover with one hand, then reached out with the other, fumbling with the packet of lube, squeezing some of it on his erect member before adding even more lube around his fingers as he continued to thrust them into Seto’s hole.
"Ready Baby?" he whispered, as he eased his fingers out and wiped them off on his own thigh.
Seto twisted his head and shot Yami his best glare, though considering the circumstances, it was pretty weak. "… Bring it… Yami."
Yami gave a half grin as his cock bobbed in response. Glistening with pre-cum and a copious amount of lube, Yami slowly slid his cock into his waiting lover, his eyes rolling back into his head as Seto’s body devoured him inch by inch.
The first few thrusts were slow and careful. As wild and reckless as they were in their everyday lives, they were always considerate of one another’s bodies and Yami wanted to reduce that initial burning sensation for Seto as much as possible. Once Seto started moving in time with his thrusts, accepting him with much greater ease, Yami groaned and picked up the pace, latching onto the brunette’s slim hips for better leverage.
By the Nile, he’s so good, so hot, so perfect. Nothing was as exhilarating as this… the sight of Seto’s white body arcing before him, the feel of smooth, sweat-slicked skin, the sound of harsh breathing and the teasing jingling of the ring dancing beneath the collar and the maddening slap of flesh against flesh…
With the increasing intensity of each thrust, Yami knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Like a rising tide, increasing amounts of pleasure washed over him, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. "Seto… Baby…" he moaned.
Incoherent gasping, then a low groan. "Yamiiii…"
Upon hearing his name, the younger duelist’s entire body stiffened, and he came hard, screaming, emptying himself into his lover’s warm body. Each ensuing thrust was pure bliss; for a moment in time all was perfect and wonderful, then it fell away and came back again, over and over until Yami was completely drained, almost certain that he had never come so hard in his life.
Collapsing onto the bed beside his taller boyfriend, Yami lay motionless for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then he reached up and pulled Seto down so that they were lying chest-to-chest. The brunette went down wordlessly, blue eyes dark with passion, and with an exhalation of breath, curled towards the ex-spirit.
For several minutes they lay together like that, Yami’s fingers wrapped around Seto’s arms, legs brushing lightly against one another, content to just enjoy being in one another’s presence. As the sweat on their bodies dried and cooled, Yami found himself rubbing against Seto for warmth and made a realization… his lover was still hard.
Yami’s eyes flickered down to the swollen tip of Seto’s arousal, then back up to his lover’s face. The brunette looked rather amused. "Err… so, was it good for you, Kai-baby?" he asked, a bit sheepishly.
Seto’s eyes darkened again and he smirked. "Oh, it was okay…" he drawled, "but I think I have something that suits you much better..." His fingers tapped at the collar that still encircled his neck. Yami blushed and reached up to unbuckle the collar, craning his neck to kiss away the slight redness on the skin beneath the leather.
The brunette chuckled and he lowered his chin to catch Yami’s gaze; amused blue eyes met wide crimson ones. "… and now, Yami-kins, I have a feeling that things are about to get really good." Then he pounced.
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"So you think they’re enjoying the game?"
Mokuba switched his thoughts from possible game strategies and considered the question. "Well, I know I heard screaming earlier, but it stopped. And there was no door slamming, so I guess that’s a good thing."
Noa snorted. "If they were screaming at each other, it means Yami won… again. And that means they’re probably done dueling for now. Ready to play me again?"
"Yeah! I’m definitely going to kick your butt this time…" Mokuba began, but Noa was already heading up the stairs. "Hey, not fair!" Mokuba yelled, in hot pursuit.
The two teens raced up to their shared room and flung open the door… and their jaws dropped at the sight before them. Clothes strewn everywhere, two sweaty, nearly naked bodies writhing on…
"Yami?! NII-SAMA!!!!!!! Oh for… Not on my bed!!!"
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~ OWARI ~
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Bad Kai-baby, bad Yami-kins! I think they just got themselves banned from Mokuba and Noa’s room for the time being.
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Additional Author’s Notes (regarding the sex scene, hahaha):
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May 5, 2005