Warning: This is pure crack. I wrote this as response to a challenge to say that I can write yaoi and live through it.
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A Gentlemanly Conversation
B parted Light's delicious buttocks, eliciting the sweet core he longed for.
"Please stop," Light moaned in obvious pain with an undercurrent of masochistic pleasure.
"Not a chance," B replied, index finger already inside Light's ass.
He squirmed the finger in, testing the ground for tightness (was excited at what he found) and stroked his prey gently.
"It'll be okay."
Light groaned again, compelling himself to shake off the anesthesia's effect -- to no avail. He was powerless, still trying to fight off unconsciousness as B prodded deeper.
"I think you're ready. And if not, so what?" because I am.
In one swift motion, B shuck off his trousers, and placed his erect shaft toward Light's ass. Slowly, he stroked the opening, still checking and then --
He entered.
Light screamed.
B continued thrusting, harder and harder. Light's cries were muffled, face turned down towards the dusty sheets. B showed no mercy. Quick and frenzied, he fucked the pretentious "god" again and again. A grunt escaped B's tight-knit throat, shudders spreading across his body, sweat beads forming. And then he collapsed. Brutalized and beautiful, Light fought back screams and hatred.
(Tenderly, B extracted himself, white hot cum oozing out of Light's asshole.)
"It's been fun. We can do it again sometime."