Kasumi: I won't cheapen this chapter with a long, boring speech. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.

From last chapter

He pulled away slowly, not wanting to break the bond. Damn oxygen…"Bakura." he said breathlessly, "Go to my bedroom and wait there. I have a surprise for you."

This Chapter (very explicit)

The tomb robber quirked an eyebrow and looked at Yugi in silent question. He was more than a little annoyed that their little lip-lock was interrupted.

"Just do it!" the young duellist chided, turning Bakura around and spanking his bottom for a sign to get a move on. All he got in return was a harsh glare from the tomb-robber. Like I said, Bakura wasn't mean to Yugi…he just wasn't really nice either.

He opened his mouth to let out some rather nasty curses, but upon seeing the determined light in the smaller boy's eyes, he just turned and trudged up the stairs, grumbling under his breath.

"Believe me," Yugi murmured, "It'll be worth it." He waited for the small click of his bedroom door closing before he leapt into action. A smirk made its way across his face as he took the stairs two at a time and rounded the corner into the bathroom.

Anxiousness coursed through his veins as his clothes went flying in all directions. He could only hope that his little surprise would make up for his friends' insolence.

He reached into the laundry hamper and pulled out a leather ensemble. A rather tight, form-fitting leather ensemble. He'd had to save up for a month to get it, and then hide it in the bottom of the hamper so Yami and jii-chan wouldn't find it. He couldn't imagine the look on his yami's face if he ever saw his "innocent, little light" in bondage.

Slowly but surely, he wriggled into the pants. They rode low on his hips and had no sides…only straps that held it together (of course, this means that underwear wasn't an option). The shirt was a bit harder to don, but, after some curses and squirming, it too adorned his small frame. The black leather tank top hugged his every curve and the torso was marred with slashes that showed tantalizingly small bits of pale skin and toned abdomen.

Looking himself over in the mirror, Yugi had to say that he didn't look half bad. He wasn't completely muscled, but he was lean and wasn't in bad shape. The outfit perfectly accented his features and Yugi could only hope that it served its purpose on Bakura.

Taking another two minutes to add a bit of kohl eyeliner, he spun on his heel and made his way out of the bathroom. His hips swayed as he glided to his bedroom. His heart was pounding a mile a minute. What if Bakura didn't like it? What if his koi wasn't interested? What if this just made his birthday worse?

Yugi shook his head violently. This wasn't the time. This was his present, and Bakura was going to sit through it, like it or not. Still, his heart fluttered wildly in his chest as he slowly swung the door open and stood in a pose that mildly resembled Yami; his hands rested on his slender hips, his weight on one foot, leaning to one side sensually. 'Get ready, koi.' he thought, smirk widening, 'This is a night that you won't soon forget.'

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Bakura sat on the bed, arms crossed. 'Stupid Ryou.' he thought bitterly, 'Stupid Pharaoh. I knew I shouldn't have come. If it wasn't for my Chibi…' He trailed off, facial expression softening ever so slightly.

Yugi. There was just something about him. His hair, his scent…everything about him drove the tomb robber wild. How one little person could be so irresistible, Bakura didn't know. All he knew was that the little one belonged to him, and he loved it.

Not that he was going soft. Oh no, he would deny that to the ends of the earth. But it just felt…nice to have someone to hold and…dare he say…cherish after five thousand years of being feared. And the sex! Oh Ra, the sex! It was euphoric. Just the feel of Yugi in his arms, his petal-soft lips, his creamy skin…it was tough for Bakura to stay away from him in public settings. But alas, the Pharaoh would have his head on a plate if he tried to go anywhere near his little koi.

No, koi wasn't the word. The tomb robber was convinced that he wasn't in love. It hurt too much to fall in love…he'd learned that a long time ago. It couldn't be anything else but animal attraction. Yugi and he were like hot and cold, and it wasn't right for one to love the other. I mean…Yugi didn't love him…right? And the fact that Bakura's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his lover…it was just hormones. Yeah, that's it. Hormones…at least, that's what he told himself. Why did the thought of Yugi's absence of feeling for him suddenly make the spirit's blood run cold?

Bakura's dismal train of thought was cut short as the door swung open. His jaw dropped and he could already feel his pants tightening.

There in the doorway was the sexiest sight that he'd ever seen. Yugi all in leather, just screaming to be taken. 'Holy fuck…' ran through the tomb robber's head over and over as the hikari casually leaned to one side.

Warning for extreme explicitness from this point on!

The violet-eyed tenshi(1) unhurriedly swayed over to Bakura, making sure to put an extra bit of swing in his hips. His orbs shone with mischief and passion, creating a doorway into his very soul. He stopped only millimetres away from the spirit and leaned in so that their faces were nearly touching. He could feel Bakura's breath on his lips and noticed that it was slightly faster than usual. "Like what you see, tomb robber?" Yugi whispered sensually, never breaking eye contact. Oh Ra, he could get lost in those fiery, chocolaty eyes!

Bakura was stunned. More than stunned. His heart was hammering against his rib cage so hard that he was sure Yugi could hear it. However, being rather used to hiding everything under a blanket of stoic calmness, his face remained smooth, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "No." he whispered back, voice laden with unbridled desire, "You look like shit in what you have on."

Yugi's lips twitched up into a smile. Bakura's words didn't faze him, for he knew what was coming next. "Oh really? And what would you have me dress in?"

Bakura's eyes took on the look of a hunter stalking its prey, dangerous and yet so very erotic. "Your bed sheets and my arms." he replied in a low voice. Before Yugi had a chance to think about responding, Bakura had their lips together, moving as one.

Neither knew when their tongues slipped into one another's mouths…and neither cared. Yugi savoured the spirit's taste…like spice. Mysterious and enticing.

Bakura could barely believe that after all the times that he'd claimed Yugi's lips, they still were as entrancing as if they were new to him. The sweet flavour that was Yugi overwhelmed him like a drug. He wanted to feel Yugi against him. Needed it. He wrapped an arm around to the small of Yugi's back and pushed him forward.

Bodies pulled flush together, both were fully aware of growing erections, straining beneath the fabric of their pants. And, of course, of the growing need for air. It was the tomb robber who pulled away this time, breathing laboured and eyes burning with passion. His mind was clouded with lust, his thoughts marred with naughty images and compromising positions that contained himself and Yugi.

"You won't take me tonight."

The got Bakura out of his stupor relatively quickly. "What?" he hissed, tightening his grip on the young one's back. How could he say such things with such casual flippancy after their rather heated embrace? He wasn't…really going to leave without giving the spirit relief…was he?

Yugi's usually angelic face twisted into a smirk that rivalled Marik. "You heard me, tomb robber. You won't take me." he reiterated, wriggling out of Bakura's tight hold, "Oh no. Your birthday is a special occasion. It's cause for a special event." His voice held a cold amused tone.

Bakura raised an elegant eyebrow. This was a whole new side to the usually shy young duellist. And Bakura wasn't complaining. The new-found "bad-boy" side of Yugi served only to give Bakura's erection a painful throb. "Special event?" Bakura enquired, not quite being able to keep the edge of eagerness out of his voice.

Yugi nodded and leaned in extra close so that his breath could tickle Bakura's ear. "You're mine, tomb robber." he whispered huskily, "And tonight, I'm going to make sure you know it." Slender fingers slid under the spirit's top and teasingly ran over the heated flesh. This was a game, and games were what Yugi did best.

Bakura shuddered at the touch. Again, he was painfully reminded of the constriction in his pants. The combination of Yugi's intense words and his nimble fingers served to undo the albino duellist and he had to say that he liked it. No one in five thousand years had dominated him. Usually the thought of any sort of helplessness was almost insulting to the spirit of the ring. But in that moment, all thoughts of embarrassment flew out the window.

In a flash, Yugi had Bakura's shirt removed and thrown across the room. As he stood back to admire the gorgeous sex beast before him, Yugi grinned devilishly. Bakura was absolutely stunning, muscular and lean. With cat-like speed, Yugi attacked Bakura's neck, licking and suckling until he reached that oh-so-sensitive junction between his throat and shoulder.

Bakura gasped in surprise, and then growled in pleasure as he sub-consciously tipped his head to one side, allowing for easier access. He draped possessive arms around Yugi's waist, pulling him closer. Ra but Yugi fit well in his arms.

Yugi stopped his ministrations and pulled away a bit. "Now how am I supposed to give you your present if you keep interrupting me like that?" he asked in a low whisper, "I told you, Bakura, you're mine to do with as I please tonight." He amazed himself with the steady, commanding tone that his voice held. "Oh I know…" he continued, reaching toward the night stand, "I'll just have to teach you to behave."

Bakura glared at Yugi and ground out, "I'm not your slave, b-" He was silenced before he could finish his threat with another bruising kiss. Damn it, how could one gesture fog his mind so? When his mental mist cleared, Bakura found that Yugi's hand was no longer empty, but it held…

Rope? Oh shit. This was going to be interesting.

Yugi grinned at Bakura's facial expression. Awe mixed with curiosity…and was that a bit of excitement in his eyes? Hmm…the thief was in to BDSM? That was a good thing to remember for later…perfect blackmail.

Yugi once again showered Bakura's neck with kisses and nips, slowly pushing him back onto the bed. He straddled him and pushed both hands above the spirit's head, tying them firmly to the headboard. Bakura narrowed his eyes dangerously. "What the fuck do you think you're do…AH!" he was cut off as Yugi crashed their erections together.

"Just shut up." Yugi commanded as he licked the shell of Bakura's ear, revelling in the strangled groans of pleasure. Leisurely, he ran his tongue down Bakura's chest, stopping at the left nipple. He rolled it in between his teeth for a little while, ceasing for a second here and there to gently suck or lick it.

Bakura was in heaven. He had no idea that Yugi could be so unbelievably sexy. He arched his back into the sweet, tortuous pleasure that Yugi was giving him, eyes fluttering shut in the process.

Once satisfied that both of Bakura's nipples were tormented enough, Yugi's tongue ran down the spirit's toned torso, dipping into his navel a few times.

Bakura couldn't quite stop the gasp that escaped his lips. Ra, but Yugi was a tease! "Fuck!" he growled breathlessly, "Just do what you're going to do already! Stop provoking me!"

Yugi said nothing, but looked up at Bakura with eyes that clearly stated, "You asked for it." In one fluid motion, Bakura's pants were cast away along with his boxers, leaving him completely nude and at the mercy of his young tormentor.

Scratch that…completely nude and turned on at the mercy of his young tormentor. His manhood stood at full attention, just begging to be relieved.

"Beautiful…" Yugi mused as he stared hungrily at his companion.

Bakura glowered at Yugi. "I am not beautiful!" he spat, though Yugi could hear the underlying tones of lust in his voice. His calm and cool mask was ever so slowly cracking.

Bakura was completely flustered inside. Utterly confused, aroused, and desperately needy. He wasn't used to being dominated or controlled; usually an attempt at doing so could get someone killed. But now…Bakura didn't know what to think. This was thoroughly enjoyable…maybe he would ask Yugi to do this more often.

Yugi quirked an eyebrow and smirked malevolently. "Not beautiful?" he drawled huskily, "Then how about…" He leaned down and kissed the spirit's stomach just below his navel, "Handsome…?" Another kiss, inches lower this time, "Gorgeous…?" He was so close to Bakura's arousal on the next brush that his chin swished by the tip, "Or maybe incredibly and irresistibly sexy?"

Bakura's breath sped up significantly and his heart pounded hard in his chest. "That works…" he muttered breathlessly.

Yugi chuckled (yes, Yugi doesn't have to giggle all the time) and stood up, lips twitching upwards as he noticed the indignant glare that was shot in his direction. 'Oh don't worry, 'Kura. The fun is only beginning.' he thought maliciously.

In all honesty, Yugi was a bit of a wreck under the surface. He was nervous and tense and he had to fight to keep a blush from forming. But this alternate personality came surprisingly easy to him, and he had no trouble being the seme for once.

Bit by bit, he reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt. Thankfully, it came off much easier than it went on and soon he was topless. Deftly, he ran slim fingers over his torso, putting on a bit of a burlesque for his lover.

Bakura fought not to bite his lips or drool. Oh Ra, he was stripping now? How did Yugi expect him not last without release while watching a striptease?

Yugi slowly slipped his hands into the waist of his pants and swivelled his hips seductively. Violet eyes burned with desire as his trousers slid to the ground and he gingerly stepped out of them. How he managed to do that so gracefully was a mystery even to him, but it didn't matter right then…what mattered was the horny naked albino before him.

The small duellist gradually crept back on top of Bakura, his own erection brushing the spirit's leg. Without warning, he engulfed the thief's manhood with white-hot heat, deep-throating him as far as his mouth would let him.

Bakura moaned loudly at the sudden action, back arching. His eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttered closed. Stars flew behind his eyes and need pumped through his veins. He couldn't take this much longer.

Yugi hummed in satisfaction and began to bob his head up and down, delighting in the grunts and low growls of enjoyment emitted by his partner. His tongue moved with expert gracefulness, swirling and massaging the hard appendage; dabbling at small amounts of pre-cum

"I'm…going to…mmm…ah…" Bakura struggled to get the words out right. His eyes flew open in protest when he felt Yugi lift away, moments before he could reach his release. "What…the fuck…are you doing?" he asked incredously in between pants, anger lacing his tone.

His question, however, went unanswered as Yugi simply produced a length of black ribbon and smiled evilly as he tied it around the base of Bakura's length, so it acted in much the same fashion as a cock-ring. Oh no, the thief would not come until Yugi saw fit.

Bakura's eyes widened in fury and he struggled against his bonds. "You bastard!" he snarled. Yugi just eyed him hungrily, like a caged lion.

"You will release when I say it's alright to release." he responded huskily, running gentle fingernails down the thief's chest. Bakura looked a mix between outraged, surprised, and fuming all at the same time. Of course, he didn't look so menacing when he gasped and growled in pleasure at Yugi's soft contact.

Again Yugi smirked and reached across to the nightstand. "How many times have you taken me, tomb robber?" he asked in a low voice, "Tonight, I return the favour." He produced a tall bottle of lubricant, cinnamon scented.

Bakura's sneer melted into a smirk and he leaned up as far as he could while still bonded. "Then take me, little one." he whispered back, running his tongue over his fangs.

It was Yugi who suppressed a shiver this time, but he managed to keep his face calm. "Patience, thief…patience." he murmured, letting a generous portion of the gel drip onto his fingers. Ever so gently, he ran two fingers over Bakura's entrance and slipped one finger inside.

Bakura's back arched and he moaned. "Fuck you! More!" he demanded, hands curling into fists. Having rarely been taken, he was rather tight and even one finger caused a bit of pain. But this served only to turn him on more and burn with a desire to be pounded in to.

Yugi indulged him just this once and plunged two more fingers into the white hot heat, savouring the growled and groans of pleasure as he pumped and stretched. Without warning, he curled his fingers up and hit that one spot…that bundle of nerves that made Bakura scream.

And scream he did, though he would deny that to the ends of the earth as well. In his opinion, it was a yell, not a scream. Whatever it was, it caused Yugi to chuckle and withdraw his fingers.

This time without lube, he pressed the tip of his enlarged manhood to Bakura's entrance. He knew it would hurt like hell (he was very big for his height), but he'd also figured out that the spirit seemed to be excited by pain. And just the thought of his lover beneath him drove Yugi wild. Slowly, he pushed in only the head.

The tomb robber threw back his head and moaned. "More, fuck it!" he commanded, struggling against his bindings.

Yugi pushed in a few more millimetres. "Like this?" he replied cheekily.

Bakura, once again, tried to glare, but it didn't work so well seeing as his eyes were half-lidded in ecstasy. He wrapped long legs around Yugi's waist in an attempt to draw him further in.

Yugi just shook his head and pushed in a little further. "Tell me you want me." he said in a soft tone.

"I want you." the spirit groaned.

"Tell me to fuck you hard." Yugi ground out, pushing deeper.

Bakura gave a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. "Fuck me hard!"

Yugi smiled and drove himself the rest of the way in. Bakura's length twitched madly as Yugi paused. The moment was euphoric. Light and dark were complete. Whole. Completely connected.

Rapidly, Yugi pulled out and thrust back in, being rewarded by a moan from the spirit beneath him. Again and again he thrust until he was compensated by an ear-piercing call. He smiled evilly and hit the prostate again.

Bakura was seeing stars. His length twitched madly and he wanted so badly to release. His body was on fire from head to toe every time Yugi hit that one spot. Soon he was bucking his hips wildly to meet every one of Yugi's thrusts.

Yugi moaned and grunted, drowning in pleasure. Bakura was extremely tight. As soon as they had a rhythm, nothing else existed. It was just night and day, completing one another. "Look at me Bakura." Yugi demanded in a tone that ordered no funny business.

The albino's orbs slowly opened and deep chocolate met fiery violet. A fine sheen of sweat covered both of them, somewhat cooling their heated bodies. "Come with me." Yugi said in a forced, strained voice.

Bakura, not trusting his voice to work just nodded. Though a part of him didn't want this sweet, torturous pleasure to end, a bigger part wanted relief!

Yugi pumped in a few more times before reaching between them and, with a flick of his wrist, undoing the ribbon. Within moments, the thief's essence splattered their chest and, at the same moment, Yugi's seed filled Bakura.

A primal scream ripped through Bakura's throat at the power of his orgasm. He almost felt like fainting at the intensity. His eyes tapered closed as his body relaxed.

Yugi threw back his head and called out his pleasure before collapsing onto Bakura's chest, ignoring the sticky substance that resided there. Struggling to find the power, he reached up and undid the spirit's bonds before pulling himself out and cuddling into Bakura's torso.

"Yugi?" came the mumbled, sedated mutter.

"Mm?" the shorter duellist responded sleepily, sighing as strong arms wrapped around his waist.

"That was one hell of a birthday present."

Yugi smiled kissed the pale skin beneath him before drifting off to sleep.

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Kumori: .. :Fans self: .. Wow…hot. Anyway, just a little note:

(1) Tenshi means angel in Japanese.

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