Title: He's My Cherry Pie
Synopsis: Rather typical. Yuugi runs into a drop dead gorgeous bachelor in Yami, via his best friend Mai. And it doesn't take long for the two to be joined at the hip—and somewhere else too. One shot.
Warnings: This chapter contains smut. A lemon. Sexual intercourse between males. Don't read if you're easily offended or grossed out.
Pairings: Puzzleshipping and HondaxMai (I don't know the name of the pairing)
I'll proofread later ^_^
The club was far to loud and packed for the average person to enjoy. Neon strobe lights littered the polluted air of cigarette smoke and light to heavy whiffs of dank that was too thick sometimes to see the other side of the dance floor. Said dance floor was occupied almost shoulder to shoulder with gyrating, booty popping, fun seeking people in their late teens and early twenties, looking for a way to dance away the every day stresses of life. When worse came to worse, they could always pop a pill or two to really take the edge off when they really needed it.
Yuugi however, was not one of those people. In fact, if it weren't for Tristan dragging him here, he'd be at home, curled up in his cozy bed, drinking green tea and reading a good book. That was his idea of a Friday night. But no. 'You need to get out more' Tristan says. 'You're the only twenty year old virgin left in the world' he says. 'The forty year old virgin will get laid before you' he says. Yuugi could care less about getting some ass though. Especially from random, disease-ridden skanks that filtered sleazy clubs like this.
His choice of beverage was a Sprite of course. Yuugi would need to stay completely sober because there was no need in him and Tristan to be too drunk to take care of themselves. Swiveling around on the bar stool, Yuugi snorted in disgust as he watched Tristan sandwiched in between two girls who looked as though they both needed their rabies vaccinations. Their skirts barely covered their bottoms and they looked completely sloshed.
Yuugi mouthed the word 'Pathetic' once he made eye contact with Tristan. His best friend didn't seem to care though, evidenced when he grabbed one of the girls' asses and continued to dance to the beat of Drake's "Started From the Bottom."
This type of atmosphere interested Yuugi not. He felt like a Cheerio in a bowl full of Fruit Loops and he just wanted to go home. He sighed and turned around in his seat, taking another swig of his soda, and stopped in his tracks when his eyes came upon such an unbelievable sight next to him.
"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?"
"Who cares Yami, just sit your tight ass down, I'm thirsty."
On either side of him, Yuugi was surrounded by two people—a man and a woman who looked as though they didn't even belong in a dump like this. The lighter skinned guy—what was his name, Yami?—had on a plum Calvin Klein crewneck sweater and Levi's 514 straight jeans. He had a shiny earring in his left ear on top of a lip piercing and the most deeply rich Jade colored eyes Yuugi had ever come across. Yami's sweater was fit enough to hug and outline his athletic and burly biceps and even more so when he drew his arm in to take a drink. This guy was a fantasy come true on two legs. Yuugi blushed furiously when Yami stole a glance at him and winked sexily before taking in a pull of his purp.
"Like what you see?"
"What?" Yuugi sputtered, stupefied. "Err, umm, I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit," the blonde vixen teased, pulling her satin red lips into a curvaceous smile. "I saw you fucking him with your eyes."
"Mai, chill out. You're always so damn invasive," Yami scolded her. "Don't mind my friend here, she just got out of a relationship and thinks she knows everything about them."
"I do," Mai insisted, winking at the bartender before taking a sip of her Bahama Mama. "This guy's already writing out your wedding vows."
"Mai!" Yami hissed. "Don't you have something else to do? Or someone to do?"
"Ehh," the blonde bombshell shrugged nonchalantly. "I was just trying to help you get laid. What's your name kid?"
"Uhh—Yuugi."
"Cute name and a cute face," Yami remarked, scooting his barstool closer. "Did you come to this club alone Yuugi?"
"You better hope so!" Mai exclaimed. "I didn't come all the way from the other side of this muck for you for nothing."
Yuugi's face turned ten shades redder and his stomach did cartwheels inside his abdomen. Yami was probably the best looking bachelor in the club and he seemed interested in him. And only him. Yuugi was quickly finding himself infatuated with the man.
"A-actually I'm here with my best friend Tristan. He's in the crowd somewhere,"
"Friend? So you're not seeing anyone?"
"N-no not at all."
"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner ladies and gentlemen," Mai shrieked happily. "I always know how to pick em huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah now get outta here. Go dance with that epileptic lollipop in the crowd shaking it with the two hyenas from the Lion King. He seems like more your type."
"Fuck you."
"I would if you had a penis."
Yuugi spit out his soda at the unexpected and blunt remark and hid his face in the crook of his forearm as he laughed. Yami was pleased that his humor seemingly won him over. That was half of the battle. The other half would probably deem more difficult.
"I'll let you have that for now since we're in front of your little crush," said Mai. "But I'm kicking your pansy ass at work on Monday."
"Girl bye," Yami said, flicking his wrists, dismissingly. "Enjoy your birthday somewhere else."
When Mai finally disappeared into the crowd, Yami returned his attention back to Yuugi. Right away Yami noticed Yuugi's slim formed torso and rounded, cherubic features. Softer than his more rugged physique but Yami believed in compromise when it came to sex. Feeling bold, he wrapped his arm around Yuugi's waist, feeling him jump and shoot his head up, face flushed with fever and nervousness from being so close to a complete stranger in Yami.
Yuugi was panicking but he tried to blanket it. Yami's green eyes were going to be the death of him if he let it, and as hard as he tried to look away, Yuugi was lost and transfixed in those majestic irises. His heart faltered when Yami bit down on his bottom lip, looking as though he was in the mood to get into something naughty.
The booming music and talkative crowd seem to drown out and disappear around Yami. He brought his lips to Yuugi's ear and he felt the little one shiver and quake at his voiceless breath, "Dance with me, Yuugi?"
"Ohh! S-s-sure," Yuugi stuttered, letting Yami take the lead and bring him to the dance floor. He nearly fell on his face and if it weren't for Yami holding him by the hips, he would have. When they got to the center, Pitbull and Ke$ha's "Timber" reverberated through the speakers, heightening the excitement of the clubbers even more. The energy amplified and heat exchanged between their bodies as they rubbed rhythmically against each other.
Yuugi couldn't even believe he was dancing. He was just planning on being a wallflower for the whole night, but this tantalizing stranger made sure that that wasn't going to happen. Back to chest, he grinded his hips against Yami's as Yami held him from behind. He dipped his body down to Yuugi's ass and gave it a slight squeeze before bringing himself back up and holding Yuugi even closer, his back to Yami's chest.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced yet, thanks to that buttinsky Mai."
"Oh," Yuugi drawled. "There's no need for formal introductions. We're just dancing for one night right?"
That made Yami realize that he needn't not get too attached too soon to a stranger. A beautiful stranger, but one nonetheless. "Right. Just dancing," he muttered.
But as the night went on though, Yami found himself wanting to do more than just dance with Yuugi. The way he vibrated his hips against his groin, popping his ass in and out on his dick just increased the blood flow to his manhood. He had an iron clad grip on Yuugi's waist as a slower song made its way through the musky and foggy scene. Yami couldn't help himself as he nipped a small area of Yuugi's neck and heard him whimper as softly as a doe and relaxed his head back again Yami's collarbone.
Spidering his fingers up the side of Yuugi's body, Yami cupped Yuugi by the chin and brought their lips together, only slightly brushing, but it was enough to send him into a tizzy. Yuugi moaned and palmed Yami's cheek before he knew what he was doing and pushed their mouths together even further and harder, dancing his wanton pink muscle around the outer circle of Yami's mouth until he let him in. Yami turned Yuugi around so that he was facing him and grasped Yuugi around the hips with vigor, plastering their bodies together, and hanging his mouth open as the unbelievable jolt of pleasure ran through his muscles and joints. It was so staggering that Yami nearly fell to the floor from being so weak in the knees at the sensation.
For a moment or two, the two forgot where they were. Yuugi broke their unchaste kiss, staring deeply and keenly into Yami's eyes. A cloud of lust and passion was obvious in both of their expressions but it was a problem to do anything in the middle of a club.
"We should stop," Yuugi panted, swallowing hard and darting his eyes around him, fearful that they were being watched. "We don't know each other. This is wrong."
That wasn't exactly what Yami wanted to hear. "It shouldn't even matter Yuugi. I feel something between us. Don't you wanna try it out and see?"
"No!" Yuugi shrieked, but bringing his voice down a notch when he garnered attention. "I'm not usually like this with people, Yami. I'm sorry, but I need to go."
"Yuugi wait," Yami pleaded when Yuugi tried to walk away, grabbing his wrist. "At least let me buy you a drink?"
"I'm sorry but I don't drink. Please just let me go."
"I can't," Yami insisted darkly, tightening his grip on Yuugi wrist. "I've had my eye on you for a while and I don't intend on letting you go."
Yuugi felt a chill once Yami said that. He knew what he wanted, but Yuugi wasn't sure if he could deliver on that. Fear crept in his mind as he observed the husky hue of darkness in Yami's ravenous eyes. He couldn't find the air to breathe being this close to his face, and Yuugi didn't have enough faculty to pull himself away. Yami pulled Yuugi to his chest again and snaked an arm around his slender hips, looking down at him.
"I'm not leaving this place until I have you, Yuugi."
"Is that so?"
"Yes," Yami replied slyly. "I'm not the type of person to give up that easily. When I want something—or someone, I don't stop until I get it."
"And what happens afterwards? Do you throw it away when you're finished?"
"What?—" Yami was caught off guard by Yuugi's question. He was tongue tied for a few seconds before he could reply, "Depends on what it is."
"I'm not sure I like that answer," Yuugi confessed, slowly backing up. "I have more respect for myself than that. I'm not a piece of meat."
"I know you're not," said Yami, following Yuugi's trail towards the far corner of the club, bumping into people in the process. "Why do you think I'm having a hard time letting you go?"
"Because you wanna get in my pants," Yuugi snorted. "If you want me that bad, you're gonna have to try harder."
"Oh yeah?" Yami smirked flirtatiously, backing Yuugi against the wall. The club was dark but Yami could distinctly notice the black door standing behind him. "Don't challenge me Yuugi, I've been known to conquer every obstacle that's come my way."
Yuugi felt pinned between Yami and the door behind him. There were people dancing and sweating in the proximity and quite frankly Yuugi was finding it hard to even think. Sweat cascaded from his forehead and down his cheek and Yami's eyes followed the trail until it stopped at his collarbone. He then leaned down, while cupping Yuugi's chin, and nipped his neck until he forced Yuugi to moan out loud at the sensation. Yuugi's skin felt hot to the touch, which warranted Yami to just peck continuously until his entire mouth was enveloped against Yuugi's creamy, supple skin.
The whole world was beginning to choke around Yuugi. He weaved his fingers through Yami's eccentric blonde bangs and buried his face in the rest of his hair, arching his head against the door. He wasn't aware that Yami was taking him over and at this point it was far too late to change things around. Yami suddenly stopped kissing and stood completely erect in front of Yuugi, not too comfortable with all these people around.
"We can't. . . can't do this here," he breathed. "Too many witnesses."
"So you're not an exhibitionist," Yuugi joked with a snicker.
"I am, I'd just rather have you all to myself."
And before Yuugi could say another word, Yami grabbed his hand and ran through the crowd again, bumping into and almost tripping over their shuffling feet, and the smoky atmosphere making it hard to see what was in front of them. After a few extra moments, Yami had taken Yuugi into the corridor near the entrance and into the bathroom. No one notice them thank goodness, and the lucky stars really must have been on Yami's side that night because there was no one in the restroom either.
He had to make this fast before that changed. He dragged Yuugi to the last stall and immediately held him up and against the wall, kissing his neck and grinding into him. Yuugi cried out but then bit down on his lip once Yami poked him in the side with his index finger, indicating that he should be quieter. Yuugi felt trapped and didn't imagine his first time being inside a bathroom stall. Everything felt rushed and hasty but at the same time, there wasn't enough blood flowing to his brain to register all of this information. He wanted Yami and he wanted him now.
He felt Yami's fingers excavating into his pants and down his boxers. Yuugi let out a shaky breath as the cold digits slowly descended his trousers down to his ankles, exposing his red, swollen hard-on. Yuugi felt chilled from the cold but he didn't have time to complain as Yami abruptly grabbed his hips and bent him over the toilet seat.
Yuugi didn't know much about anal sex, but he knew that he was about to experience some unimaginable pain and discomfort. Behind him, he heard Yami unbuckling his jeans and the soft thump when they hit his ankles. Yami then positioned Yuugi in the center of his torso as he bent down and reached for a condom and a bottle of lube.
"Just relax," Yami whispered assuredly. But Yuugi could do anything but. He didn't know what to expect of this, and he didn't even have time to figure it out.
He gasped sharply when he felt a chilly coated finger probe his outer ring muscle. Mentally grasping for sanity, Yuugi inhaled deeply and slowly and forced his body to relax as Yami entered him. One finger turned into two, massaging the virgin channel, threading and kneading as far as Yuugi could muster and endure until he was absolutely spent from Yami's ministrations. He could no longer see straight in front of him as an aura of lust clouded his senses, embracing the ascending pleasure.
"Want me to stop?" Yami asked gently. "I have a feeling you've never done this before."
"No, no" Yuugi begged, panting and whimpering meekly. "Please don't."
And there he had it. He was bent over in a bathroom stall, begging a total stranger to fuck him. But Yuugi couldn't have felt more alive than he did at that moment.
Yami inserted his engorged erection slowly and steadily inside of Yuugi. It was slick enough to go straight in but Yami knew from experience to always take it easy in the beginning. He felt Yuugi pushing his hips against his ass, moaning in the process and Yami took it from there by grasping his hips and clashing against Yuugi's backward movements with his own forward jerks. He still wanted to go gentle just in case Yuugi was susceptible to pain. But damn, Yami couldn't lie to himself. It was getting harder and harder by the second to hold back the powerful thrusts he had in store for Yuugi. He was dying to take him into a heavenly bliss.
"Faster," he heard Yuugi plead, followed by a feeble moan as he arched his back into Yami. "We don't have much time, and I need to cum."
He didn't have to tell Yami twice. He clasped Yuugi as firmly as he could before he delved himself inside, this time quicker and harder and felt an immediate warm tingle parade his entire body. Yami held one of Yuugi's shoulders for leverage as he increased his speed, thumping his member inside of Yuugi's furnace, growling and moaning into the air each time he felt a surge flow through him like an electric river. Faster and harder he thrusted, until he had a death grip on Yuugi's shoulder and the other hand clutching his left hip, diving deeper and deeper inside, producing wet squelches in between their soaked bodies.
Yami's knees hurt and so did Yuugi's but the combined rapture they were giving each other drowned out the discomfort. Yuugi's reverse thrusts against Yami's forward ones were driving them crazy and desperate for a frantic release, but Yuugi was so lost in the sex, he didn't care if it went on all night.
He gripped the sides of the toilet the longer Yami fucked him, wanting so badly to scream his name out loud but Yuugi didn't want to get caught. His thrusts were increasing in velocity and speed, reaching so deep inside his core, Yuugi felt his existence escaping him. He didn't know where his head was. Everything felt good.
The skin to skin contact was enough to get Yuugi off and he shuddered against Yami, his body convulsing as his orgasm took him over and the dormant moan inside him couldn't help but be let out. His chest was heaving hard enough to authorize pain but the climax made that whole sensation null and void.
"Ohhh!" Yami groaned out loud, hovering his body over Yuugi's and wrapping an arm around his stomach, hanging onto him for dear life. His body spasmed and stiffened before he forcefully spilled his milk inside of the condom which was inside Yuugi. He rode the waves of euphoria until it passed and he collapsed with his back against the wall with Yuugi in his lap. Yami carefully lifted Yuugi up by the waist as he removed himself from inside him, hearing Yuugi whimper and gasp slightly at the stiff extrusion. Yami plopped on the tile floor and sloppily attempted to pull his pants back up to his hips.
"Here, let me help you," Yuugi offered. He stood on his knees, as his legs were still too weak and wobbly to be useful, blushing as he looked up at Yami from this angle. It was tempting, but going another round was way out of the question.
"Maybe next time," Yami said winking at him. It did occur to him that Yuugi could be talented from both ends, but maybe Yami could save that for another occasion.
"You wish," Yuugi laughed. "I think you filled me enough for an entire week."
"Did I now?"
"Maybe. But I think we should go Yami. I'm sure our friends are looking for us."
When Yuugi eventually stood up, they both met each other gazes and laughed simultaneously. Yuugi wasn't sure why they laughed, but it just seemed appropriate at the time to thwart off the awkward moment. After they cleaned themselves up, they inconspicuously left the restroom hand in hand to rejoin the rest of the club.
It was still as thick as it was when they first left but Yuugi and Yami pushed and shoved their way through the crowd until they reached the same bar that they first met. After something like that, they would both need something to cool their jets.
Just then, Tristan and Mai crashed their peaceful moment, obviously drunk with their arms intertwined and hooked around the other. Yuugi rolled his eyes and Yami followed suit as they both took each of their friends, holding them up by their shoulders.
"Ready to go?" Yami asked Mai. "You've obviously had enough to drink woman."
"Fuck no!" she exclaimed, blowing her breath obnoxiously in Yami's face and almost falling over. "This party's just getting started."
"Yeah, Sir Block-A-Cock, hand that piece of ass over," said Tristan with a slur. "You're ruining my buzz."
"Whatever. Some of us have to go to work in the morning," Yami grumbled, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash. "Take a cab. And uhhh. . ." he reached into his other pocket and handed Yuugi a white business card. "Call me sometime cutie."
And with a sweet, tempting kiss against Yuugi's cheek, Yami disappeared into the crowd like a silhouette shadow. Yuugi cupped his face, smiling absentmindedly as he watched his one night stand vanish as quickly as he showed up.
Good conversation and awesome sex? Hell yeah he was going to call.