This fic is actually a compilation of posts from an RPG. This is being published with the permission of the moderator and the people who are involved in the role-playing. Ryunosuke is an original character of Chibidemonshindo, a bad-boy, an abused type of guy; therefore, he has violent tendencies (you will see this in another chapter). Just to help the readers visualize his appearance, I asked Shindo who Ryuno reminded her of, if she should pick an anime character. It seems we came up with the same name -- Heero. I had to ask her just so readers can visualize the OC as he interacts with Malik. Here are the characters and the people who play them:

Ryunosuke - Chibi Demon Shindo

Bakura - Yami Bakura's Blue Eyes Toon Dragon

Malik - Mr. Cat

Normally, I would find it hard to put Malik with an OC, because it's hard to visualize the OC, and I really go for the MalikxBakura pairing. However, Ryuno's player is an excellent writer, and it is really an honor and a pleasure to work with her in that group. If anyone would like to join the fun in Yami Yugi's RPG group, here is the URL: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/yamiyugirp.

WARNING: This fic contains masturbation, foreign object action and violence. If you cannot take those or, if you can take only one but not the other, please do not read this.

Fair use is invoked in doing this, since this work has no adverse effect on the potential market for Yu-gi-oh anime, manga and other merchandise.

FOUR ROUNDS

ROUND ONE: CONTEST OF WILLS

By Yami Yugi's RPG Group

Malik stepped out of the bath, feeling relaxed and refreshed. After he dried himself with a towel, he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. Violet eyes first looked at the fair hair, looking more sun-bleached than usual, before going down to the olive complexion that it framed, the twin lilacs that almost looked permanently lined along the lids and around the eyes' natural line, the straight nose and the soft, parted lips. A hand came up, the finger tracing the outline of his lips, feeling their softness, causing him to close his eyes and dream of another's lips touching them. The hand then went down his neck to his collarbone, only to be joined by another hand, eager in its exploration. Opening his eyes, he spotted the bottle of piña colada flavored massage oil. Reaching for it, he removed the cap and poured a little of it on his hands. Applying the oil all over the frontal area of his torso, he ran his hands all over himself, his arms wrapping around him as they crossed, one on top of the other, over his chest area, before they traveled down his upper body, rubbing the oil on his midsection, feeling the ridges of muscle that lined it. When they reached his navel, they traveled further down…

Realizing that although the reflection of him touching himself stimulated his senses, it was getting difficult to keep standing while each sensation was turning his legs to jelly, the likelihood of their giving in causing him to turn his head to look at the bed. Yes, the bed would be the best place to do this. He smirked as he saw the Rod that lay on top of one night table. 'Yes, that always comes in handy,' he thought. Settling himself on the bed, he continued the sensual massage he was giving himself, his heightened senses causing him to move his body in response to his touch. As he touched himself, his eyes closed, his mind filled with one image: White hair, two locks sticking out to the side like a pair of horns, dark brown eyes and a sinister smile. Broad shoulders, a long, lean physique which belied its strength.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the Rod. Extending an arm, he reached for it, feeling its smooth exterior as his hand closed around it while his other hand closed around that other rod, already aroused from his earlier ministrations. Bringing the sphere close to his lips, he let his tongue run along its eye, while his other hand started to move back and forth on his arousal, gently stroking. A moan escaped his lips as he welcomed the pleasure that resulted from the stroking and licking. Turning the Rod so that its other end was now facing his lips, he took it inside his mouth, as far as it could go, then pulled it out, only to push it in again and pull it out, moving it back and forth, matching the pace of the strokes of his hand.

"Oooohhhhh…" he moaned, as he felt a downward stab, both an ache and a tingle, pleasant but painful, through his lower body, causing him to arch, his head thrown back, straining against the pillows. Taking the Rod out of his mouth, he brought it down, positioning it at his opening, between his parted legs. He slowly pushed the Rod inside him, occasionally rotating it to get his body used to its intrusion. As he pushed it deeper, he felt a jolt of pleasure as that end hit a sensitive gland, his cry of ecstasy filling the room. Slowly, he pulled the gold item out, then plunged it in again, this time at a different depth. He continued plunging at varying depths, hoping to prolong the pleasurable moment, his body writhing, his head thrashing from side to side from the excitement produced by his hand and the Rod working in concert. He gasped, however, as he heard the door open and his eyes widened, as he found himself in a very vulnerable situation with the Rod still inside him, and his hand still working on his aroused flesh, as he faced his unexpected visitor.

*******

Bakura leaned against the kitchen wall and watched as Ryou was cooking something. "I'm going out," he announced and was quickly out the door before his bothersome other could question him. He made his way along the sidewalk pushing rudely past anyone in his way. He had changed from Ryou's drab clothing into a pair of tight black leather pants and a sleeveless black leather shirt. "Nothing to do in this damn place." he mumbled as he made his way randomly through town. He stopped suddenly in front of an apartment building with a rather attractive sight. Inside there was none other than Malik, sprawled out on the bed screwing himself with his rod. Bakura raised an eyebrow and smirked. He stood there watching him appraisingly.

Ryou sighed, his Yami had been acting strange lately although it was nothing new for him to be strange. "Wonder where he's going?" he asked aloud although no one was there to hear him anyway.

*******


Malik ran his tongue along his upper lip, still looking at the intruder, his eyes wild with desire as he asked, "Well...are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to join in?"

Not waiting for an answer, he just closed his eyes and continued to stroke himself again, matching the movements of his hand with the continuous invasion of the Rod inside him as the thought of someone watching him fed that fire that burned inside him, each thrust of the Rod making him cry out as he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure that started to take over his body.

Ryuno had, as usual, been wandering around with nothing in particular to do. He'd just moved into a new apartment, but had little interest in unpacking - and had been gone for three days since bringing his things. But now, he felt the need for either a good long sleep, safe from interruptions and horny friends, or a bottle of sake, and either of those things would require going through his stuff.

Fumbling in his pocket for his keys, Ryuno yawned expansively as he made his way down the hall to his apartment. Stopping at what he believed to be his door (he hadn't taken much interest in his room number), he was slightly alarmed to find it unlocked. The scowling redhead turned the knob and pushed the door open with a squeak, prepared to swear impressively if his things had been touched. While what he saw wasn't what he'd feared, it still made his eyes go wide.

"Sorry, wrong apartment," he muttered, turning to leave. But the boy's words floated out to him, husky with desire and borne on air that smelled decidedly of sex. Ryuno faced the room's occupant once again, and this time his lip curled up into a smile. "Why thank you - it's nice to know I've got friendly neighbors."

Stepping into the room with hardly a glance around him, Ryuno approached the bed and sat down. Sure, he'd spent the last three days having sex - but none of it had involved quite this type of sex toy. He was intrigued. "Why don't you let me take over with that?" he asked smugly, laying a hand over Malik's and the protruding end of the rod.

Malik opened his eyes as he felt the stranger put a hand over his hand that held the Rod. Sitting up, he looked intently at the stranger, challenging him with his words. "So, you'd like to handle my Rod? My Rod can easily please me. It's always there for me. How about your Rod?" His other hand released his aching need and went to the waistband of the stranger's pants, going underneath and stroking what it found. "Is your rod as good as my Rod in giving pleasure? Is it gentle..." his hand moved lightly over the aroused part, stroking gently, "...or rough?" He gave it a sudden squeeze, reveling in the feel of how hard it had become. His eyes laughed at the stranger, challenging him to show him what he had and what he could do.

Ryuno hissed, pressing his hips forward in response to Malik's touch. "Hmm... alright," he replied thickly, smirking as he unzipped his pants to free his straining member. He pulled off his shirt and leaned forward, covering Malik's body with his own as he pressed the boy back against the bed. Ryuno ran his tongue over the oiled skin, tasting it and finding it to be quite good. Sucking hard on a dark nipple, his eyes smiled up at Malik.

A moan escaped Malik's lips as he felt the strength of the stranger's suction on his nipple. "I see you like piña colada," he pointed out, his voice strained, his hands going to the stranger's hair, fingers running through the red strands. "There are other flavors, you know. Chocolate amaretto, banana daiquiri and blackberry brandy." His body arched involuntarily as the suction continued, his head continuing to tip back, straining against the pillows. Taking one of the stranger's hands, he guided it down to where he throbbed, the heightened sensitivity of his body causing him to scream at the mere contact, his senses aware only of the pleasure he was experiencing at this moment and unaware that Bakura was watching them from outside the window.

Ryunosuke chuckled as he released the nipple, sliding forward a little to nip at Malik's throat and jaw. What an interesting neighbor he had... Giving the arousal at his fingertips a few light pulls, he slid back down again, and bit the boy hard on his inner thigh. He suckled the spot for a minute, soothing it, before trailing his tongue down between the spread legs to lick the base of Malik's shaft. Then Ryuno straightened up, putting both hands on his hips. "Got any more of that oil?"

The little nips only served to increase his pleasure as he felt that hand close around him. The hard bite on his inner thigh, however, snapped Malik out of the erotic spell he was under and angered him, despite the stranger's soothing it after. Despite his pleasure at feeling the lick at the base of his length, he was still angered by that bite. And the stranger had the nerve to ask him for more of his massage oil? Sitting up, he swung his arm, his hand connecting with a stinging slap to the stranger's cheek.

"Don't you ever hurt me like that again," he hissed, his eyes flashing, then put his arms around the stranger.

"So, you like it rough, huh? Do you like to be scratched?" With his fingers digging into the stranger's flesh, Malik raked his nails down the stranger's back. "Is that how you like it?"

Ryuno's sunglasses were one of his favorite possessions - and he let out a low growl as Malik's slap sent them clattering to the floor. He paid no heed to the sting of the boy's nails along his back, nor the blood that ran ticklishly from the scratches.

"You think that's rough?" he snarled, shoving Malik back and planting his hands on the boy's shoulders to hold him down. "You little bitch - maybe you should think twice next time before you leave your door unlocked. I've got half a mind to do worse than bite you, and I will if my glasses are scratched!"

Malik spat at the stranger. "And don't you ever call me a bitch!" He thrashed, trying to get the stranger off of him, unaware that his Rod was still inserted inside him, as he never pulled it out while he was being touched.

Ryuno had plenty of experience with people not liking being held down - he wasn't about to let himself get slapped again, so he kept the pale-haired boy pinned to the bed. "Why not? That's what you are - a pathetic little bitch!" He laid himself down over Malik, between the boy's legs, so that he couldn't be kicked.

"Stop fighting." Ryuno's lips resumed their careful travels over the smooth, dark skin, his hands slipping down from Malik's shoulders to his wrists.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Malik ordered, keeping his teeth clenched to prevent himself from responding. As the stranger started to kiss him again, Malik felt that spell start to take over again, the ache inside him spreading throughout his lower body, stabbing downward, crying out for release. He would not, however, give this stranger what he wanted. "I'll never give in to you! You aren't man enough to make me want you!"

"We'll see." Ryuno smiled slightly, his tongue traveling down the boy's neck to his collarbone, then back up to his earlobe. He shifted, rubbing his hip against the hot length of flesh pressed against it, his own needful erection sliding along one oil-slicked thigh. "You're right, I am a bastard - not that I give a damn if my parents were married or not," he whispered, his lips brushing down Malik's cheek. "Now hush, you're spoiling the mood."

Though he tried to keep himself from responding, Malik could not prevent a moan from escaping his lips the minute the stranger started to take over with his tongue. "No..." he pleaded this time, not wanting to submit. The way the heat from the stranger's body mingled with his own as their bodies started to rub against each other only served to increase his ardor, making his body move like it had a will of its own. The Rod moved with his body, the movement sometimes driving it to touch that sensitive spot inside him, making him cry out with pleasure. "Please, don't..." he continued, his body denying those words as it responded further to the stranger's touch.

Ryuno closed his eyes for a moment, touching his lips to the darker ones of the boy below him in passing, then continuing downwards to his throat again. "Shh..." he breathed, feeling the other boy respond, his struggles easing. Carefully, he brought the boy's wrists together, holding them with one hand as his other disappeared between his soft-skinned legs, tracing lightly over Malik's erection. Then he remembered the Rod. With a little laugh that was muffled against the other boy's chest, Ryuno pulled the length from inside him and set it on the bed to one side.

"Ooohhhh..." Malik moaned, unable to prevent himself from experiencing the pleasure he was getting from being touched. His hips bucked against the stranger's hand as it stroked his engorged flesh. His tongue ran along his upper lip, trying to taste the stranger's lips, hoping that the impression that remained on his own lips would still have the lingering taste of that kiss. As he felt those lips on his throat, he tipped his head to the side to allow the stranger greater access to it. When he felt the Rod being withdrawn, he protested with an agonized cry, wanting something...anything...to fill that void left by its removal.

"So what do you think?" Ryuno whispered teasingly, his breath ghosting over the dark, fruit-scented skin of the boy below him. "Am I man enough? Or should I stop?" He pressed his hips towards the squirming blond's, their erections rubbing together, a promise and a threat of what was available to replace the Rod. "Do you want me?" he asked quietly, smiling darkly. "Do you?" Ryuno's fingers danced lightly across the boy's stiff shaft.

Malik could only stare, unable to accept the fact that he was proven wrong. His hips continued to move, wanting more, but he looked away, shaking his head, his words denying what his body was already telling the stranger.

"No," he answered, shaking his head, unable to look at the stranger for fear that he might see the desire that was so obvious if he so much as looked at him.

"I see." Ryuno took a long look, smirking, at the boy's blatantly aroused body. "Well, if you're not interested, I suppose I could leave... or..." Taking his length in his free hand, he held it to the waiting entrance that the Rod had so recently occupied. "I could just amuse myself for a while..." Pressing only slightly, enough to tease or frighten, Ryuno watched for a response. His hand again went to the boy's waiting hardness, this time rubbing its underside with his thumb.

The touch on his arousal made Malik scream, his own unquenched desire starting to make the ache hurt. Wrapping his legs around the stranger's waist, he kicked, driving the stranger inside him, a scream once again torn from his throat as he felt the pain of initial entry. He kept himself still for a moment, taking deep breaths, letting himself stretch and get used to this new intrusion.

Ryuno started to protest at being kicked - but his forced entry into the hot depths of his supposedly-uninterested partner drew a sharp, ragged moan from his lips instead. He also remained still at first - despite his threats, Ryuno had no particular desire to hurt his nameless bedmate, so long as the boy did not provoke him. He leaned forward as the other stayed motionless, not releasing the boy's wrists, their lips touching once again. He suckled the lower lip, slowly beginning to thrust a little, beginning the rhythm.

As Malik felt the stranger begin to move inside him, he returned the kiss, trying to get his tongue inside the stranger's mouth. As a thrust found its target, Malik cried out from the sheer pleasure of it, moving his hips and wanting more of that feeling. "Oh yes," he whispered, "I want you...I want you inside me." From the inside to the outside, all things -- the stranger moving inside him, the body rubbing against his perineal area, his pouch and his length, and the kiss -- started to work together, slowly bringing Malik to those heights.

Ryuno obligingly parted his lips, letting the boy's questing tongue slip inside. He sucked on that too, a little, as he finally let go of the other's slender wrists. Bracing himself against the bed with one hand, stroking the blond's arousal with the other, his thrusts increased in depth and power as he found an acceptable pattern. Ryuno's face was flushed, a rose tint staining his cheeks and the bridge of his nose; he groaned and panted into the mouth that so eagerly welcomed his kiss.

When he felt his wrists released from the hold, Malik wound them around the stranger's neck as he welcomed another intrusion, the stranger's tongue inside his mouth, feeling their tongues battle with each other, just as he and the other battled earlier. The accuracy of those thrusts as they hit the spot elicited little cries out of him, his body occasionally shifting to change the angle of the impact. He could feel the pleasure mounting, like magma building up inside him, preparing him for a major eruption. "I'm getting there..." he moaned urgently, then raised his voice, "I'm getting there!" It was like a wave that receded at first, then flowed out of him, making his body arch as it spasmed, his own essence spewing out of him as he cried out his release.

Ryuno felt his partner's muscles clench around him, the sensation driving him past his limit as he cried out in ecstasy. He shuddered, driving his full length into the boy's passage hard, pressing their lips together in a ferocious kiss. He felt the hot splatter against his stomach as his own seed spilled into the dark-skinned boy, his thoughts and breaths stilled for long seconds as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Finally, he broke the kiss and relaxed, drawing his sticky hand up his unlikely companion's chest, where it came to rest. "Ohh..." he breathed, a tired smile creeping onto his face. "Like my Rod?"

*******

Bakura leaned against the wall panting as he zipped his pants back up. He hadn't been able to control himself, It had been so long for him he could hardly stand it. "Some show..." he mumbled as he straightened himself up. "Damn...I need to get laid." he mumbled angrily as he brushed himself off. He really didn't know how to solve that problem though because obviously Malik had a partner and he sure as hell wasn't turning to Ryou or any of his pathetic little friends. He stood there angrily tapping his foot as he thought.

*******

"Mmmmm . . ." Malik purred with pleasure, "I don't think I have to answer that. Words can't tell you what my body just did." He shifted a bit, crying out once again as he felt the stranger's still hardened weapon hit its target. He wrapped his legs around the stranger's waist, keeping him inside. "Please don't go," he said, tightening his legs' grip on the waist. "I haven't had enough of you yet." All this time, he was unaware of the fact that Bakura just saw him making out with somebody else.

*******

Bakura growled low in his throat. "Can't get enough of him huh." he growled and stomped away kicking the door hard on his way, mumbling curses under his breath. He made his way back to his house and stomped in fuming slamming the door behind him.

Ryou stared at his Yami as he sat down at the table. Something had really made him angry and he dreaded that thought. He took an interest in the dishes he was washing so he wouldn't look at the angry Yami. Bakura was cussing under his breath about stupid red heads and needing to get laid. He glared at Ryou's back . He needed something to do, someone to take his anger out on so he picked Ryou being as he was the only one there.

"What the hell's your problem?" he asked when Ryou turned to look at him nervously.

"Nothing..." Ryou squeaked. Ryou knew it was going to be trouble if he didn't leave but if his Volatile Yami was angry enough it might be worse if he did leave so he just shut up and waited.

"It's your fault anyway.." Bakura growled. "If I didn't have to take care of your ass I could be out getting laid every night." he hissed. He decided that it wasn't worth it and disappeared back into the ring.


Ryou could hear the sounds of the angry spirit pounding the walls of his soul room and wished there was something he could do to calm his dark other but figured it would probably be the best thing he could do to just leave him alone.