The ending of this chapter is lemon scented. You've been warned! ;-)
Anzu and Miho were so drunk that one of the club bouncers had to call a cab for them to take them home. They stood outside of the club near the curb groping and kissing each other relentlessly as if nothing else mattered in the world. Security had to tell them to break it up numerous times because they were disturbing the line of people that still wanted last minute access inside the club. They didn't care though. They were too intoxicated to care. All they wanted was each other.
The two girls danced the night away inside, and Miho could no longer deny Anzu's beauty, not to mention the way she moved her hips and ass as she grinded against her on the dance floor. Being an aspiring dancer made it easy for Anzu to show off what she could really do and Miho was impressed to say the least. Miho didn't even attend the club expecting to meet someone so gorgeous and seductive before, but she didn't regret it either. For now she was about to share a night of passion with this beautiful doe, or at least, that's what she was hoping for. Anzu seemed really interested in going home with her.
The two girls were making out when security was still getting gripes and complaints from the people in line waiting to get in. Some of them were disgusted by what they were seeing; others – mainly the horny guys – loved it.
One of the bouncers approached the girls and sighed deeply.
"Ladies, do you mind doing that somewhere else?" he complained. "Have some respect for the other customers."
Anzu and Miho untangled themselves from each other and looked up at the bouncer with a look of disdain on their faces.
"Oh, tell the customers to fuck off!" Miho exclaimed, followed by an immediate cackle from Anzu. She held Miho by the waist, as if she would topple over if she didn't and Miho caught her by cupping her cheeks and planting her lips against Anzu's again. The sweet taste of alcohol that invaded Miho's tongue made her want Anzu even more.
"Come home with me, Anzu," she pleaded, batting her eyelashes and winking, perhaps to persuade Anzu more by mentally seducing her.
Anzu, despite being drunk, hesitated a bit. "W-well – "
"I can make it worth your while," Miho interrupted, purring in her ear. That made Anzu totally weak in the knees and she buckled as Miho nibbled on her lobe.
How could she say no to her? Miho was a goddess on two legs and if Anzu refused her advances, who knew if she would ever see Miho again? She wasn't the party or clubbing type. She actually only came here to babysit her best friends – who were nowhere to be found by the way –and just hang out with them while they drink themselves into a coma. But meeting Miho put a damper on those plans quick. And Anzu was glad. She would have to thank Yugi, Joey and Honda later for ditching her, otherwise she would've never stumbled upon Miho.
"Well? What do you say Anzu?" Miho asked again, nuzzling her nose.
Anzu smiled, bringing her lips on Miho's soft, supple ones, as if she was saying yes. She was actually too drunk to comprehend was Miho was asking her, but whatever it was, Anzu was sure it was something really hot and tempting and she wouldn't regret it. Miho rested her head on Anzu's shoulders as a taxicab pulled up in front of them.
"Finally," someone standing in line said.
Miho and Anzu entered the cab, but not before Miho flipped the person the bird and sticking her tongue out. "You're just mad because you're not getting any bitch!" she laughed and plopped right next to Anzu.
When the car took off, Miho almost immediately lay on her back and pulled Anzu on top of her. She entangled her fingers in Anzu's auburn hair before putting another hand behind her neck and engulfing her lips with Anzu's. A moan escaped Anzu's lips as she repaid Miho's enticing gesture with one of her own, rubbing her hand under Miho's shirt and caressing her breasts. The taxi cab driver heard Anzu's moaning and shot his head around to see what was going on.
"Ugh, not again!" he cried. "Wait til you get to the hotel with that bullshit! Aghhh, fucking whores have no self respect!"
Anzu and Miho couldn't help but explode in laughter because of how the cab driver said it, as if this was a regular thing to him. The two girls continued to make out as he drove down the strip of Pyramid Ave.
"I need an address from one of you," he grimaced, as he stopped at a red light.
"Oh," Miho giggled and reached into her purse and pulled out her driver's license. "That uhh…whatever it says," she chuckled, throwing her head down Anzu's chest. She was just too dizzy to grasp anything, much less give directions.
The driver grumbled something under his breath and drove off when the light turned green.
As the car sped down the road, the two continued their make out session, groping and caressing each other, not caring what was going on around them and giving no regard to the driver who was now so close to just dropping them off at the nearest police station and having them arrested for indecent exposure or public display of affection. He was sure that they'd be in jail for one of those offenses.
The cabbie was happy that they reached Miho's place because he was tired of hearing them moan and pant in the backseat, especially if he wasn't allowed to get in on the action.
The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror and cleared his throat. Anzu and Miho didn't seem to notice that the car even stopped. But when they heard his curt voice, they suddenly stopped and blushed when they realized they were being watched again.
"Ahem…well," Miho said, embarrassed. She reached into her purse sloppily and pulled out what looked like a twenty-dollar bill. Her vision was distorted, so she wasn't sure, nor did she care at that moment. The cabbie snorted and snatched the cash out of her hand and told them to get the hell out of his cab and do that hanky panky bullshit elsewhere. The two girls couldn't help but laugh at this guy's impatience with them, partly because they were intoxicated; otherwise they probably would've taken the guy seriously.
Miho held Anzu by the waist and she walked forward while Anzu walked backwards up the steps to her apartment. The two were still lip locked and bodies pressed against each other. If it weren't for Miho guiding her steps, Anzu would probably fall to the ground from losing her balance.
They continued walking until Anzu's back hit the door. That's when things really got heated.
Miho pushed up on Anzu even more and she took her blazer off from being too heated. She then continued to kiss Anzu, coaxing her lips with her tongue asking for entrance. Anzu invited her inside by opening her mouth a little more and feeling immediate results. Miho was an even better kisser than she first imagined. She wrapped her arms around Anzu's waist and deepened the kiss even more, not wanting any space in between their mouths.
Anzu was beginning to feel hot herself. She fumbled for her keys so that she could open the door - not fully aware that they weren't even at her own apartment - and continue this inside but she was so distracted by Miho's tongue down her throat that she couldn't manage to even unzip her purse. Ahh, whatever, she'll take care of that later. There were more important matters at hand.
Like the fact that Miho was slipping her hand under Anzu's shirt. It made her moan immediately, breaking their fervent kiss as she felt Miho unclasping her bra from behind. It felt somewhat unsettling, but Anzu was too drunk and aroused to even know what Miho was doing at first. She cupped Miho's face and planted her lips on hers again, wanting to continue tasting her sweet and full lips against hers. Miho was so edible, so tasty, Anzu couldn't get enough of her. It almost felt like it was destiny was on her side that night.
Everything was going perfectly. Though they were outside and in public groping and feeling each other up and down, Anzu didn't regret it one bit.
The moment turned sour however, when Miho began to feel up Anzu's skirt and into her panties. She then began to massage Anzu underneath and the sudden sensation made Anzu abruptly separate her lips away from Miho's.
Miho then glued her lips on Anzu's neck and began sucking while holding the back of her neck. Anzu couldn't deny enjoying that, but feeling someone touch in between her legs was a bit awkward. A lot awkward.
"Uhmm…Miho," she managed to say through panted breaths. But Miho didn't seem to hear her. In fact, it only made her rub harder between her legs. Anzu squirmed at the sensation.
"Miho…wait….please," she said as she began to falter under Miho's tantalizing touches. She couldn't deny the effect they were having on her. Miho knew exactly where to touch to send Anzu into a tizzy.
But this couldn't continue, not like it was, and certainly not out in public. Anzu had a reputation and didn't want to be known as an exhibitionist.
Miho seemingly became more aggressive when Anzu asked her to stop. It's not that Miho didn't know her boundaries, but when she came in contact with Anzu's lips and body, she couldn't control herself. She wanted to go all the way.
"Miho…Miho please!" Anzu was getting frantic and her mood was going south, just as Miho's hand was going south as well, in a way that she wasn't planning. "Please, wait." She then took Miho's hand from under her skirt, and broke their kiss regretfully as she looked Miho in the eyes. She saw nothing but red across Miho's face and her lips were even a bit pale, probably from lack of oxygen.
Anzu held Miho by the shoulders as she let her recover from the onslaught of kisses and touches that she just bestowed upon her. Anzu had never been sexually mauled like that in public and although a large part of her did like it, she was never the type of person to be into someone just for the sex. Miho seemed like the type of girl you'd be best friends with first, and then possible lovers, if it even got that far. Anzu wasn't too sure now.
"Anzu, what's wrong?" Miho asked just as sweet as she could. "Don't you want this?"
"Of…of course I do," Anzu stammered, still trying to slow down her racing heart and recover from the arousing assault on her body. "I just…" she swallowed hard, but her throat felt like a desert. "I just think you're too sweet of a girl to just have sex with. I want to be more than just a fling with you, Miho."
Miho's eyebrows arched. "So are you dumping me? Is that what's going on here?"
"No, no!" Anzu protested. "I'm saying that I wanna take things slower. I just don't want this to be a sex thing. You're worth more than that Miho, I can tell."
The two of them sat in an awkward silence on the ledge of the steps in front of them. Anzu felt bad about ruining the hot-blooded moment, but she just didn't feel right about doing this with someone she just met. She couldn't imagine Miho not feeling the same way. After all, why would she come all this way if she weren't expecting something a little bit more? Anzu didn't live that close to the club.
Miho wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on the top of her knees, not knowing what to say next. Sure, she liked Anzu, but wasn't sure how far they would go, considering the quick and steady way they hooked up. She hadn't even tried to get to know Anzu. Perhaps now, she should have.
As a friendly gesture to make up for her hasty and evidently forceful advances, Miho reached out a hand to Anzu as a peace offering. "Hi."
Anzu couldn't help but blush at Miho's cute attempt at starting over. How could she deny Miho now? At least she cared enough to respect Anzu's wishes. This was one of the many reasons that Anzu turned lesbian. Girls could understand better than guys why she didn't want sex on the first night.
Anzu took Miho's hand and gently squeezed. "Hi. I'm Anzu."
Miho beamed and giggled in a way, feeling a bit silly, but she liked where this was going. "How do you do, Anzu? I'm Miho."
Anzu smiled bashfully. "Pleasure to meet you madam."
Miho met Anzu with an equally shy grin. "The pleasure's all mine, miss."
Honda drove his 2009 black BMW 328i down the quiet streets of Grand Domino, with Otogi in the passenger seat and Joey and Mokuba in the back. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other made a comfortable nesting for his balled fist to rest on. He couldn't exactly focus on the road in front of him, because of who was sitting beside him. Though he did think of Joey's drunken fiasco as a funny distraction, not to mention actually meeting Seto Kaiba's little brother of all people, in his subconscious mind still lay the incident of earlier that night.
He was actually surprised that Otogi wasn't acting funny or weird towards him since it happened. It could be because he didn't know what was even going on until he saw Honda walking away from him, refusing to discuss the matter any further. Honda didn't know. And he certainly wasn't going to talk about what he was thinking in front of Joey and especially a teenager who barely knew what sex was about. Honda couldn't deal with the aftermath.
The car was uncomfortably quiet. Joey was slouched down with his head leaning against the window. Thank goodness the door was locked, or else he would've fell right out had the door gave in to his weight. Mokuba was more or less trying to sober Joey up by occasionally poking him in the ribs or asking him what day it was. Joey was still too much under the influence to answer the boy correctly. When he got annoyed enough, he just pushed Mokuba's hand away from poking him, being too frustrated and tired to answer any questions.
Honda couldn't do anything but laugh. For some reason Joey and Mokuba almost acted like they were brothers, or at least those annoying cousins who got on each other's nerves. He'd only wish that he and Otogi had that type of relationship. But since he was Otogi's boss, there were some lines you just didn't cross. Friendship and romance were a few of them.
Unfortunately, they were going to be alone in the car once he dropped Joey and Mokuba off, and Honda knew that Otogi would bring up the situation again. He'd just have to grin and bear whatever his employee had to say. Damn it, why did simple things have to be so complicated at times? Otogi was probably as straight as hell, and those damn beautiful gorgeous jade colored eyes could snag any girl he wanted. Not to mention, his silky jet-black hair and his assortment of dice jewelry that Otogi liked to hang from his ear – Honda never really understood that but hey, whatever floats Otogi's boat was fine with him. Everyone had their quirks.
Honda stole a quick glance at Otogi, since he hadn't said a word since they got in the car. He seemed to have a lot on his mind. He had his dice earring in between his fingers, twiddling it around, just absent-mindedly playing with it. Honda secretly found it appealing. But at the same time, he couldn't help but think that Otogi was reminiscing the awkward plight that occurred between them earlier at the club. That assumption put Honda on edge, because who knew was Otogi was thinking. Was he disgusted? Pleased? Caught off guard? What did Otogi feel about it? All of these questions and millions more plagued Honda's mind like a disease and it made him overthink everything.
"….I said do you know where I live?"
Mokuba's voice broke Honda out of his sequence of thoughts and he shook his head to bring himself back to reality.
"Huh, what?"
"Big ass mansion just outside of Neo Domino. It's hard to miss," Mokuba said. He glanced at Joey again who was now sitting upright, seemingly becoming more sober again, but he still looked a horrid mess. Not to mention the bruises on his face and jaw were turning into an ugly tinge of black and his clothes were damn near completely torn off his body. It made Mokuba wonder what had happened to Joey that night. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the man. Ever since they met, Joey's been a cool person to be around; a little rough around the edges, but hey, nobody's perfect. On top of that, he had a cute sister that Mokuba was interested in getting to know. But that was a mountain that he had to climb at another time.
The thought of taking Joey home with him did cross Mokuba's mind, but then that would mean having to deal with a very pissed off older brother if the two got caught together. Kaiba didn't like unexpected guests in his house, whether he was fond of them or not, and he was most likely not fond of anyone except Mokuba. But still…Joey had saved him from getting caught by those goons at the club and even worse, arrested. Mokuba had to make it up to Joey somehow, someway.
To Mokuba's alarm, his phone rang and he jumped nearly a mile out of his seat. He hated how the stupid smartphone always scared the shit out of him when it went off. He already knew who was calling him at this hour – it was 4:45 in the morning and only his brother would be up so late. Fuck, if only Mokuba didn't decide to act like a badass adult and sneak out that night. Maybe if his brother was in a better mood, but then again, Seto never was. So it probably wouldn't have made a difference.
Just as he thought, Seto was on the other line. Mokuba hesitantly pressed the 'answer' key and swallowed hard. "S-S-Seto?"
"You're already grounded until you're eighteen, do you wanna make it twenty one? It's five in the morning, why aren't you in bed kid?"
Mokuba held the phone away from his ear because Kaiba was yelling so loud into the receiver, and it got Joey's attention. He looked down at Mokuba who had a look of discomfort and exasperation of his face.
Before he could react, Mokuba felt the phone being snatched from his hand.
"The fuck is your problem money bags? The kid is only sixteen, quit riding his nuts so hard."
Mokuba cringed. He knew he was in even more trouble now. Joey meant well, but this wasn't helping him get in less turmoil than he already was in.
"Yeah, yeah yeah, well – he's with me, keep your muscle shirt on – you know damn well who I am – hahahah I dare you to say that shit to my face, you little bitch – "
Joey scoffed and looked down at the phone as the screen turned black. He then handed it back to Mokuba. "He hung up."
"Joey – " Mokuba started to say but Joey cupped a hand over his mouth. He tasted alcohol on Joey's hand and it was awful. He pushed Joey's hand away, not being able to stomach the taste or the smell. "We need to sober you up."
"Nehhh, I just need some sleep," Joey replied, resting his head on his hands and reclining back. "And don't worry about your bonehead brother, he's just worried about you. I know where he's coming from."
Knowing that Joey was at least still partially drunk, that sentence seemed pretty intellectual in Mokuba's eyes.
"I'm sure your sister is a lot more innocent than me," Mokuba snickered.
Joey arched an eyebrow and opened an eye towards Mokuba. "And what's that supposed to mean, kid?"
"W-w-w-well – " Mokuba stuttered. "Th-that didn't exactly come out right."
Joey couldn't help but laugh. He knew Mokuba was after his sister, but didn't mean any harm, at least from where Joey was sitting. He still wasn't sober enough to fully analyze the whole situation, but he at least knew that there was puppy love in the air. Joey found it cute – in the least girly way possible.
"Don't worry about it," Joey muttered, mangling Mokuba's own shaggy black hair. "I'll consider letting you talk to my sister."
Mokuba's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, sounding way too excited.
"But – " Joey said, lifting a finger of warning and interrupting his small celebration. "Don't get any ideas. I'm still the number one man in her life. No one takes my place, got it?"
"Aye, aye, captain," Mokuba answered, half joking, but totally getting the message. Seto has never really taught him much about girls, but he did know at least, how to treat one. Mokuba wasn't dumb. It all came down to common sense anyway. Treat people how you want to be treated. Everyone knew about that golden rule.
Honda pulled up beside a long white metal picket fence. The first thing he noticed was two men wearing black suits standing at the entrance gate and he grimaced. This had to be the Kaiba mansion. The house beyond the fence was loaded.
"See, that didn't take long," Mokuba said, grinning at Honda through the rearview mirror. He glanced at Joey, who was too distracted by the mansion to even notice that the car stopped. "Joey?"
"Huh?" he whipped his head around and faced Mokuba. "What's up, kid?"
"Umm…" Mokuba treaded hesitantly. "Ready to go?"
"G-go where?" Joey asked confused as hell.
"Inside."
Joey arched an eyebrow. "Well I would but – "
"Great!" Mokuba grabbed his arm and dragged him outside before Joey could even counter with a negation. Joey's legs felt like rubber and he plopped to the ground when Mokuba let him go.
He laughed nervously as he looked at Honda in the driver's seat. "Uhh, I'll take care of him."
"His sister is at home waiting for him," Honda drawled, almost impatiently because he was tired, and he was sure that Otogi was too. Good thing it was Saturday and they had the weekend to recover.
"Oh, this won't take long," Mokuba reputed. "Stay…right…here." He grunted as he tried to pull Joey up to his feet and drag him into the mansion.
He approached the two guards at the gate and waved them down. "It's alright, he's with me."
The guards didn't reply, just simply shrugged and punched in a code and opened the gate for Mokuba and Joey to step through.
Mokuba had thrown Joey's arm around him, and it was pretty damn hard to keep his own balance while trying to prevent Joey from falling over and toppling him while he had to walk towards the mansion at the same time. He could recall distinct memories of having to carry his drunken brother to his room, but not from the outside. Mokuba and Seto usually threw business parties at the Kaiba Hotel or some other upscale hotel that they rented out. Seto refused to ever have a bunch of 'morons tear down what he built up just for the sake of having a good time' in his words.
When they got to the door, Mokuba fumbled to find his key in his pocket, but again with all that extra weight bearing down on him, it was twice as hard to look for it. He temporarily released Joey from his hold and regretted it immediately, because Joey fell to his knees, as if he all of a sudden didn't know how to use his own damn legs. Sure he was drunk, but this was ridiculous.
On top of that, Mokuba's ankle was swollen and sore from when he essentially jumped from that two-story balcony. He had prayed that it wasn't sprained because Kaiba would have a field day and probably never let Mokuba have a social life until he was thirty. Mokuba would try his best to hide his injury from his brother.
He had one arm under Joey trying to keep him from lying flat on his face on the concrete ground and another digging in his pockets. It was quite the unenviable task to say the least.
Otogi stared at them from the car and couldn't help but laugh. "You think we ought to help?"
Honda snorted. "You kidding me? After what they put us through tonight? We're lucky the guys at the club didn't catch us and ban us from that place. I say we just sit here and watch. I could use the entertainment."
"Aww but come on, he's your best friend. You could at least help him get in the house," Otogi argued with a mock hurt expression.
"Oh, hell no. This is Seto Kaiba's mansion, he'll probably shoot me the minute he sees me on his property. I'm just afraid he'll do the same to Joey."
Otogi was tickled by Honda's seriousness. "I doubt he'd want the jail time."
"Or the negative publicity," Honda added.
"Or the plummeting stocks," Otogi concluded.
"Or the – "
"I'm not carrying your heavy ass around, get up!"
Both Honda and Otogi's turned their heads in unison when they heard Mokuba's voice pierce through and interrupt their conversation. They couldn't see him though, but they did see Joey actually crawling his way into the mansion. Mokuba must've already been inside and was baiting Joey in. Who knew what would go on behind those doors.
Honda raised a palm to his forehead and groaned. "Let's hope they don't take forever."
"Hmmm." Otogi tapped his fingernails on the base of the window. "Well just in case they do…" he turned himself sideways so that he was facing Honda. "We have something to discuss."
Fuck. Honda was afraid this was going to come up sooner or later. He played it cool though. "We do?"
Otogi narrowed those crystal pools of emerald jade and locked them onto Honda. He knew his boss wasn't stupid. If ever there was an issue at work with a customer or coworker, Honda was the first to jump in and crack it. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. His ability to solve problems quickly and affectively, as well as never beating around the bush and taking the initiative to expand his clientele is what made him the talk of the town, not to mention his assertiveness and influential, headstrong mentality. It was what attracted Otogi to Honda in the first place.
But here he was, cowering in his seat playing dumb over a little incident that was soon going to be forgotten come Monday morning. Otogi just wanted to clear the air about it.
"Yes. We do. What was up with you acting weird in the bathroom, boss? Did I do something wrong?"
Honda made sure to intentionally avoid contact with those gorgeous jade eyes. He shifted in his seat and rested his chin on the back of his hand, elbow rested on the leather door handle. "Of course you didn't," he drawled softly. "What made you think that you did?"
Otogi sighed, wishing so much that Honda would just look at him. "Because you were all freaked out when all I was trying to do was use a stinkin bleach pen to clean the stain off you. It was like you didn't like me helping you or something."
Honda flinched and slouched his shoulders. That almost actually hurt. Otogi got the wrong idea, but it was so hard to come out and admit what he was truly thinking. But Otogi was being honest with him so why not be honest back?
"Boss?"
"Firstly, we're not at work, so you don't have to call me boss," Honda chortled patting Otogi's hand. Otogi jumped a little from the sudden contact, but Honda didn't notice. His hands felt unbelievably soft despite all of the dirty work they did in the kitchen. Maybe Honda had some secret hand lotion that he used at the end of his shift. Otogi laughed internally at the thought.
"Secondly, I was just caught at a bad time, that's all. Has nothing to do with you."
And Honda left it at that.
"I wish you would've told me," Otogi replied, running a hand through his hair. "Then maybe I wouldn't have felt so guilty and thought that I did something to offend you."
"Nah," Honda said, rubbing his hands on his pants from being clammy and sweaty from nervousness. He then turned on the air conditioning full blast to calm himself. "I just had a rough day."
He hated lying to Otogi, but Honda decided it was for the best, at least for now. It would've been way too risky to make a move on him, and then have to face him every day at work after that. Honda wasn't sure if he was willing to experience that kind of rejection, if possible.
"We all have those," Otogi said rather dryly, as if he didn't believe a word Honda said. But he wasn't the type of person to try to probe information endlessly. So he just decided to drop the issue for now. It wasn't worth losing his hair over anyway.
"So are we cool?" Honda asked extending his hand in a gesture of friendship towards Otogi. He really didn't want a silly misunderstanding to come in the way of their otherwise strong relationship inside the restaurant. Otogi was his head chef and if there was tension between them, it would probably affect the whole restaurant.
"Of course," Otogi took Honda's hand and squeezed, enough to make Honda's face flush with a tomato red.
Otogi was taken aback at Honda's reaction. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that Honda liked him more than just an employee. But maybe he was jumping to conclusions and he didn't want that. Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't find Honda's reactions amusing, though deep down he didn't know how he felt about it.
Twenty minutes passed and Joey still hadn't emerged from the Kaiba mansion. Honda and Otogi were beginning to grow restless.
"I don't see why we have to wait here. I'm sure Kaiba has enough rooms to lend Joey just one. I say we haul ass outta here," Otogi suggested.
"My thoughts exactly."
And with that, Honda put the car in drive and sped off. Joey would have to deal with Seto Kaiba on his own.
The mansion was way too dark for Mokuba's liking. His ankle began to hurt more and more by the minute and Joey certainly wasn't helping by any means. He did sober up somewhat, but the jerk still didn't know how to operate his legs properly, as if he had two left feet. Plus he wasn't exactly the quietest drunk Mokuba ever met. He never learned how to be graceful when he walked.
The three-story mansion was none like Joey had ever seen. There was way too much space, not to mention long and dark hallways that he wasn't too fond of, unless a light switch was available of course. He didn't have time to admire the furnishings and decorations of the foyer because Mokuba was trying to drag him – somewhere, Joey wasn't sure. He was still leaning on Mokuba trying to figure out where the floor was.
"Can you at least try to give me some leverage here?" Mokuba pouted, as he now had Joey resting all of his weight on his back, and Mokuba was reduced to sitting on his hands and knees. It's not that Joey was fat – he was far from it. He was more on the thinner side, and yet, firmly trimmed and painted with lean muscles that were only visible when he wore something snug and fitting enough. That night, his clothing was torn and loose so of course his true form was exposed. Not that Mokuba would notice something like that.
He was completely on all fours now because Joey thought it would be a good idea to use Mokuba as a pillow. He lay on the boy's back and rested himself there much to Mokuba's discomfort.
Mokuba sighed. He was out of breath and his back began to hurt. Even the nights of dragging his drunken brother to his room didn't require this much effort and Kaiba was a little taller, not to mention heavier and more muscular than Joey.
Speaking of which, Mokuba had to hurry and get Joey to his room before Kaiba realized that he was home. He could've been anywhere in the mansion.
"Ahhh…Joey get up, you're crushing me," he hissed, putting one final effort to push Joey off his back, reaching within his core and sitting upright on his knees, making Joey fall backwards on the floor. He heard a small thud and a forceful breath of air escape Joey's lips, but other than that, he fell silent. It didn't take Mokuba long to figure out why. The idiot had fallen asleep.
He face palmed. The task just got ten times more difficult. If Joey was asleep that meant that he either blacked out completely, or he was just snoozing regularly. Either way, Mokuba was extremely annoyed. His ankle throbbed under him and he winced, deciding to sit down to refrain from putting more weight on it.
How was he going to drag Joey to his room now? It was on the third floor, along with Kaiba's room, so not only did he have to drag the man up there, he'd have to do it as quietly as possible. He was sure Kaiba wasn't asleep yet. The man hardly ever slept to begin with.
But it was quiet. Too quiet. Mokuba was sure his brother was sitting in the study room or his office with his phone attached to him. Mokuba was surprised that he didn't call back after Joey chewed him out. He didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing.
It was too much to ponder right now. He picked up Joey from under his arms and attempted to drag him across the white tile floor and to the ascending spiral staircase as silently and quickly as he could. But it seemed as if he wasn't getting anywhere because he couldn't stand on his injured ankle without feeling an ocean wave of pain, so he had to settle on his knees. The floor made it damn near impossible to do that.
Mokuba's phone rang again and sent an almost ear splitting sound through the sheet of quietness that had engulfed the whole mansion up until that moment. He was so spent that he rested against the corner of the wall in the kitchen with Joey in his lap.
The ringtone scared him as usual, but he couldn't remember which pocket he put his phone in. Mokuba, in a panicked state of mind, fumbled and searched in his clothing for it. The noise aggravated Joey and he began to stir.
"Dammit," Mokuba hissed under his breath. Where the hell was that phone? The piece of shit seemed to be intentionally hiding from him now.
He didn't notice the pair of legs approaching them – not that Mokuba or Joey could since it was so dark. But once Mokuba heard the click of a light switch and the sudden brightening of the room, he was sure put to attention after that.
Kaiba stood with his arms crossed with the most distasteful frown on his face staring down at his little brother and of all people – Joey Wheeler.
It was the scariest sight ever. Mokuba couldn't recall ever seeing his brother look so intimidating and - and angry before. He knew he was in for a serious tongue lashing if nothing else.
And it didn't help matters at all that he had Joey Wheeler resting in between his legs on his lap. The two didn't seem to like each other for whatever reason.
Kaiba walked towards them and Mokuba squeezed Joey under his grip, as if that was going to help any. To make matters worse, Joey found refuge on Mokuba's shoulder and saw fit to rest his head backwards on him.
Kaiba stopped when he was about one footstep away, glaring and scowling down at what was below him, more at Joey than his brother because he couldn't fathom what the hell he was doing at his house. Mokuba had some serious explaining to do.
Mokuba swallowed hard but his throat seemed to be as dry as the Sahara when he tried to speak. "H-h-h…" he swallowed again. Figures his voice would go missing right when he opened his mouth. "H-h-h-hey br-br-bro," he said with the tiniest breath. It didn't help that Joey was completely sprawled on him either.
"Mokuba, what did I tell you about bringing garbage into this house?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me? – "
Kaiba snorted and narrowed his eyes towards Joey. "So this is what you do on your free time? Sneak out and find random drunken, unintelligent, low class hood rats with no self-awareness and bring them to our house? Is that it? Is that how you get your jollies little brother?"
Mokuba huffed, completely insulted. "No, that's not it! – "
"Then what is it then? Where did you find him? Because I'm pretty sure it wasn't at a country club."
"Uhmm…" Mokuba was stuck now. He wasn't going to be able to explain how he met up with Joey without mentioning the club. The very club that he wasn't even supposed to be at.
"Just so you know, I've already talked to Atem, Mana and Mahad. They confessed to letting you go with them to that club. I'm guessing that's where you found this good for nothing puppy."
Mokuba winced and hid his head behind Joey's. The cat was out of the bag now.
"Who're you calling a puppy, bitch-a-saurus rex!" Joey yelled unexpectedly.
Mokuba gasped, he didn't know Joey was awake to hear what Kaiba just said.
Kaiba face palmed. He wasn't in the mood for this bullshit and it was way too late to pick a fight with the village idiot. He'd deal with Mokuba in the morning.
"Just get the fuck out," he growled to Joey, feeling a headache coming on.
"No, wait Seto," Mokuba protested, trying to stand on his feet, but faltered under the pain in his ankle.
Kaiba's eyes widened when he noticed his brother limping. He then, without thinking or asking for an explanation, picked up Joey by the collar and shoved him against the wall.
"What the fuck did you do to my brother you piece of shit?" He kept pushing Joey against the hard concrete barrage behind him, sending shockwaves of pain up and down his spine.
"Seto, stop!" Mokuba screamed and tried to get in between them, but Kaiba inadvertently pushed his brother down on the floor.
"I knew you were a pathetic low life, but to put your hands on my little brother? You crossed the line you sniveling bastard," Kaiba seethed, wrapping a hand around Joey's neck. Joey squirmed and cursed at Kaiba to let him go, but it fell on deaf ears.
"For fucks sake Seto, he didn't hurt me!" Mokuba cried, feeling his throat get tight and his eyes misty. He knew Kaiba had a scary temper but he wasn't going to stand by and watch his brother take his anger and frustration out on an innocent person.
"Fucking…asshole, let me go!" Joey shoved Kaiba as hard as he could, making him fall backwards. During this moment of separation, Joey squinted his eyes and looked for the door that he entered in with Mokuba, but he was still so dizzy, it was hard to find. He ended up right back in the kitchen where Kaiba first found them.
Kaiba made a beeline towards Joey, ready to tackle him to the floor and call security to kick him out, but before he could reach him, Mokuba cut him off at the pass and stood in his way, holding his arms out and standing on his stronger leg.
"Seto, please stop!" the boy pleaded with tears running down his face. He hated seeing his brother in this mood, it was almost as if he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got his point across.
He had his hands on Kaiba's chest to stop him from progressing forward. All he could see was the anger and fury in his brother's eyes. Why wasn't he listening?
"Seto, look at me please," Mokuba begged, his brother snorting and having eyes locked with Joey's. He was cowering in the corner, not necessarily afraid, but surprised. Yeah, that was the correct word for it.
"He didn't hurt me, okay? I fell and landed on my ankle. And then Joey – "
"I don't wanna hear it, Mokuba. If it wasn't for this punk, you wouldn't have been hurt to begin with."
"Are you even listening to me?" Mokuba screeched, making his brother flinch at his high-pitched voice. "Joey had nothing to do with me being hurt. I….I jumped from the second floor of that club and landed on my ankle. I was being chased because someone had discovered that I was under aged. So I ran…and I found Joey and his two friends and if it weren't for them, I would've been caught. I'm so sorry for sneaking out, Seto. It's all my fault. But don't blame Joey, please?"
There was complete silence after that. The only thing that filled the air were Seto's deep breaths and Mokuba's faint cries and whimpers. Joey stood still in the corner, hands balled into fists and bangs covering most of his face, damp and matted from sweat. He would stay in that position until Kaiba lunged for him again or if anyone else tried to sneak up from behind and attack him.
How'd he ever get in this mess? It was like no matter what Joey did, he couldn't get away from Seto Kaiba. If he was sober Joey would've never agreed to even step foot outside the gates of the mansion. If it were up to him, he'd stay far away from Kaiba as he possibly could, but now there he was standing face to face with the person he'd quickly learned to loathe and detest the most in this world.
Joey wanted nothing more than to leave, and get back to Anzu's house to check up on Serenity. He didn't count on their dad knowing where they were, but he still felt better being around her.
"Seto," Mokuba said again, now with his arms wrapped around his brother's waist, looking up at him. For some reason Kaiba refused to look down, perhaps not wanting to see his brother crying because of him.
After a few more moments, Kaiba sighed and crossed his arms. He glanced down at his baby brother whose eyes were still wet from tears, and it made him grimace a bit inside. He couldn't show how he felt in front of Joey though. Emotions were a sign of weakness.
"I better not see you when I wake up," Kaiba said directing his ominous words at Joey.
Mokuba's eyes widened. "So does that mean he can stay?"
Kaiba didn't reply. He released Mokuba's grip on him and turned the opposite direction and walked away, disappearing in the darkness.
Neither Joey or Mokuba knew what that meant. But whatever it was, Joey knew he couldn't stay. The Kaiba mansion was too creepy for his enjoyment and he had a sister that needed him. Maybe when he was in a better mood and the situation was a bit brighter and not so tense could Joey come back to hang out with Mokuba. But now, he was way too tired and drunk to do so.
"You know what," Joey said, reaching into his pocket. "I think I'm just gonna go home with Honda and Otogi. They are still waiting for me outside. I think I've seen enough of your brother for one day."
Mokuba wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "He's really not that bad," he said. "He was just upset that I walked in the house at almost six in the morning. Any sibling would be upset right?"
Joey immediately thought of Serenity after that. "Yeah, you're right. Which is why I need to get home and check up on mine."
Mokuba couldn't argue with that. He knew first hand what a sibling bond was like. He couldn't deny Joey the right to his.
Joey followed him to the front door, after collecting his shoes and himself essentially and was taken back to discover that Honda's car was no longer outside the gate waiting for him.
"Son of a bitch," Joey mumbled under his breath. "I have no choice but to call a cab now."
"Nonsense! Just sleep in our guest room," Mokuba insisted cheerfully. "Our sheets and blankets are super soft and comfortable and I'll even have our chefs cook breakfast for you."
"But what about Kaiba? I'd much rather not butt heads with him anymore. He's such a piss off."
Mokuba laughed. "Don't tell me you're scared of my brother?"
Joey twisted his face up in a scowl. "Hell no! I'm not afraid of him or anybody else. I just don't have the energy to fight with someone every single day. It's draining."
"You won't have to," Mokuba replied taking Joey's arm and leading him upstairs to the second floor guest room. "He won't even notice that you're here."
Joey didn't know how he felt about that. Sure, Kaiba was a headache to be around, but he could at least have the decency in him to acknowledge someone that was in his presence. But Joey wouldn't count on it.
The guest room was bigger than Joey imagined. Anzu's whole apartment could fit in here. There was a canopy bed towards the back wall, a walk in closet that could hold a car if it wanted to, a mini fridge, HDTV, cherry wood dresser drawers and tables and even a MacBook Pro laptop. Oh yeah, Joey was definitely going to enjoy himself.
Atem burst into the door of his tenth story condo with Yugi in his arms, breathlessly and desperate clinging to each other while Atem littered Yugi with countless kisses to his neck and chest. Yugi fumbled for the door handle trying to close it when they got inside, but his actions were to a fault thanks to Atem lifting him up and wrapping his legs around him.
He then pushed Yugi against the door and closed it, making Yugi utter a surprised moan, but was instantly cut off by Atem's invading lips to his neck and throat again. Yugi was trying to collect his thoughts and sort out everything that he was feeling, but all he could muster up in his mind was pure, raw sexual tension between Atem and himself. He felt his legs go weak from Atem's aggressive kissing and sucking on his upper body, faltering under his spell and not being able to resist the onslaught of constant lip to skin contact, not to mention the relentless groping of his back and ass. Atem was a horny mess to say the least.
The room was beginning to be too hot for clothing. They both noticed this, but Atem was the first one to make a move. He tugged at Yugi's cardigan and easily removed it, tossing it on the floor while not being able to unglue his lips from Yugi's creamy soft skin. He tasted so good and his body was more addicting than any mere alcohol or drug could ever be.
They were kissing so much that it was hard to breathe and just for a second, Yugi separated their lips reluctantly, but if they had continued, he would've fainted for sure. He cupped Atem's cheeks in his hands and saw nothing but half lidded, dilated crimson eyes that were hungry for him. He wanted nothing more at that moment to be with Yugi and nothing or no one was going to stop him from claiming what was his. He stared Yugi straight in the eye with sex obviously on his mind.
Both Atem and Yugi were panting like crazy in each other's faces, not caring for the smell of alcohol that invaded their nostrils or the sweat that dripped down their necks; for that very moment they knew what the other was thinking. On a scale of one to ten, their desire for each other would break the scale all the way up to one hundred, and at least for that night, Yugi didn't care about his morals or what he stood for. He was going to make Atem his and only his.
It wasn't before long that Atem claimed his mark on Yugi's lips again and he wrapped his arms around him, bringing their aroused bodies close together in a familiar fashion. They were in the middle of the floor when Yugi noticed that no more clothing was being removed. He had to make a change to that.
He pushed Atem against a sidewall, almost knocking over a tall decorative palm tree, probably fake but Yugi didn't count on destroying any of Atem's property. But judging from the way they carelessly tossed each other into things, Yugi wasn't sure.
Atem was on the wall in front of him and Yugi pushed his body against his, hearing an immediate groan from the contact. It was time for Atem to get a taste of his own medicine. Yugi invaded his neck with soft and achingly delicious kisses, making Atem throw his head back against the wall so that Yugi could have more access. Yugi then grabbed Atem's leather shirt from the bottom and lifted it over his head, losing contact with Atem's neck, but only until the shirt was off did Yugi return to sucking and nipping at the crook.
Atem felt a cold draft invade him and he grabbed Yugi's waist and pulled him towards himself again. But Yugi wanted to catch a glimpse at the man's tanned and distinctly trimmed muscles. He was so sexy. Yugi was taken aback, but even more so when he glanced down and saw a bulge in Atem's pants. It seemed to grow bigger the more Yugi stared at it and Atem, usually confident in every aspect in life, faltered under Yugi's wide-eyed looks. He'd never felt that uneasy in front of anyone.
It was only a second that their bodies were apart from each other before Atem grabbed Yugi's arm and tried to pull him towards him again, but Yugi didn't budge. Instead he got on his knees and unzipped Atem's leather pants.
Atem took in a sharp breath as he felt his pants at his ankles, underwear exposed and erection as hard as ever. If he didn't get inside of Yugi that very second, he was sure he was going to explode everywhere. Yugi was inadvertently teasing him, but Atem wasn't sure how long he could stand this.
Yugi stood back up and met Atem's lust filled crimson eyes once again before decreasing the distance between their faces and lip locking. Atem kicked his pants from around his ankles across the room and took Yugi's hips and slammed them hard into his. Yugi cried out from the intense shockwave of pleasure that invaded his groin.
"You like that?" Atem said teasingly.
Yugi couldn't even answer him. His words became broken and stuttered, his thoughts erratic and bleary and a warm heat rushed to his face. His mouth was open and panting like a dog, he couldn't take it anymore. His knees were shaking below him and he felt pathetic and weak. Atem had reduced him into a feeble mess.
He did however gather enough strength to bring his lips to Atem's ear. The body on body contact made Yugi's erection even harder and he almost couldn't get his words out correctly without faltering.
"Take me," he said in Atem's ear, winded. "Take me now."
Yugi didn't have to tell Atem twice. He picked his younger replica up bridal style, down the hallway, passing by the intricate portraits of himself and Mahad, as well as the rest of his family, into his bedroom that probably could've held more than just Atem judging from how large it was. The wooden floor below them softly creaked under Atem's footsteps and when he got to the bed, he gently plopped down on top of Yugi and immediately began taking his long sleeved shirt off, seeing as he was nowhere nearly as naked as he was. Atem didn't like that. He wanted to see Yugi's true form.
While he was doing this, Yugi kissed Atem's cheeks and temples, making it hard for Atem to focus on the task at hand. Yugi couldn't help but keep his lips on Atem's skin as if he were a magnet.
He did see Atem having trouble unbuttoning his shirt and it took more time than he liked. Yugi then grabbed the center of the shirt and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying across the room.
Atem couldn't help but chuckle at Yugi's impatience. Perhaps he was just as eager to make love as he was.
Yugi sat at the foot of the bed while Atem was on his knees now unbuckling Yugi's pants. Though it did make Yugi excited to no end, he couldn't but feel a bit unnerved. This was his very first sexual experience and he didn't know how Atem would react to this fact. Surely Atem knew what to do in the bedroom, but Yugi didn't. He never had the privilege of satisfying anyone before, much less himself. If he was lucky, Atem would take the lead and dominate Yugi through the whole thing. Yugi wouldn't have minded. As a matter of fact, it was what he was hoping would happen.
When Yugi's pants were now at his ankles, Atem could see the bulge in between his legs.
Delicious.
He licked his lips and became even hungrier when he saw that Yugi was almost completely nude in front of him now. All that were left to remove was the underwear.
Atem did notice Yugi's change of demeanor once he took the pants off. He seemed a bit uneasier than he was before. When they were clothed, everything was good, but once it was time to get naked, that's when the real feelings showed.
When he teased the hem of Yugi's underwear the little one whimpered at the touch. He took a glance and saw that Yugi had his head turned away, with his arm covering his eyes, his face a crimson tomato, and tried to force his legs closed, being so shy and afraid to truly expose his body to Atem.
"Little one…are you still a virgin?"
When Yugi didn't answer him, Atem was blown away at the indirect revelation. No wonder he was acting so peculiarly. He was planning on going easy on Yugi anyway, at least until the very end, but now Atem was obligated to. He had no choice.
To easy Yugi's mind, Atem lodged numerous kisses on Yugi's neck and throat to relax him. Yugi was caught off guard by the sudden contact, but he didn't resist it. He loved feeling Atem nipping and sucking at his weak spot. He tilted his head back, indicating to Atem that he wanted more. And Atem had no problem giving his lover just that.
He then felt Atem kissing his chest, stopping at the nipples and sucking them inward. Yugi made a shaky gasp and entrapped Atem's hair in his fingers at the new sensation. It only took Yugi a moment to adjust to this weird yet comfortable feeling.
As Atem descended on downward to Yugi's stomach, Yugi instinctively opened his legs again, looking down and seeing Atem kissing his tummy and with one hand he gripped at his clothed member slightly, making Yugi utter an inaudible noise as he became harder and harder under Atem's massaging clutch. He felt himself get wet, not knowing what was going on until Atem removed his underwear and saw that Yugi was already leaking precum. Atem couldn't help but smile at what he had just accomplished.
By this time, Yugi was a hot sweltering, panting, heaving mess. He struggled to collect himself as Atem was taking his fully erect member in his grasp, bending down so that he was at eye level with it, and carefully licked the tip of it with his tongue.
He felt nothing but heat and wetness from Atem's mouth and he tried to hold in his moans, but Atem took more of him into his cavern, sucking and stroking and Yugi lost it after that. He threw his head back and tugged harder at Atem's hair as the sucking sensation made him lose all of his marbles and let out a throaty moan, which then in turn coerced Atem to suck even harder, wanting to hear those innocent whimpers escape from Yugi's mouth again. It was a sexy motivation to make Atem please Yugi even more.
He was too weak to sit up because of the inescapable assault, but Yugi scooted himself closer to the edge of the bed, feeling Atem's tongue lick and take in more of himself, being sensitive to each suck and swallow and he wrapped his arms around Atem's neck, not being able to hold back his emotions anymore.
"Ahh! A-Atem," Yugi groaned breathlessly in his ear. Atem's head bobbed up and down on his member, each time bringing a higher and higher level of pleasure to Yugi, not wanting to stop until he felt the little one climax.
Yugi felt his body stiffen and he screamed, gripping Atem's hair as he released his seed in his mouth unexpectedly, but Atem loved how Yugi tasted on his tongue, and gladly lapped his juices.
Yugi felt extremely weak and spent after collapsing on the bed. His body was drained and his legs and arms wouldn't stop shaking. Not to mention, his throat hurt from moaning so much. He didn't think it was normal to feel so feeble and helpless under someone's touch before, but when Atem climbed on top of him and looked him in the eyes with an equally flushed expression, Yugi figured this was okay.
Atem's arms were on either side of Yugi's head and Yugi's vision was a bit blurred as his body tried to recover from the overwhelming orgasm he just endured. Atem pressed those familiar lips onto Yugi's and Yugi returned the gesture, not surprised when he tasted his own semen on Atem's lips and in his mouth. It was rather salty and pungent, but Yugi was sure he would get used to the flavor.
The taste was replaced by Atem's tongue ravaging inside of Yugi's mouth, as he wrapped his arms around the little one and gently lifted him off his back so that he was sitting upwards again. Yugi bundled his arms around Atem's neck, wanting to kiss him harder, deeper, angling his head to the side and nuzzling their noses together, feeling the vibration of Atem's voice moaning into his mouth.
Yugi didn't notice that Atem was standing up again, while they still had their lips against each other, and he didn't know what to do but to cling to him while he had his legs wrapped around Atem's slender body. The sudden invasion of his lower extremities caused Atem to fall backwards and into a wall and his head slightly bumped against it, but it didn't faze him. Yugi was concerned though.
"Oh, no are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" Yugi asked with a shivered voice. He was still a bit shaken from his first climax.
Atem simply smiled and stared Yugi down, desire and want evident in both of their eyes. "Didn't feel a thing." And with that he closed his eyes and once again, as he'd been doing the entire night, collided lips with Yugi.
The heat between them was growing ever so passionately and Yugi was lost in a tizzy of Atem's fervent touch. He didn't think there was a spot on his body that Atem didn't make himself familiar with.
That is until Yugi felt Atem's left hand stroke the side of his body and stop at his entrance below. He then felt Atem squeeze his cheeks before inserting a finger inside of him.
Panicked, Yugi broke the kiss, not knowing what to do with this foreign object that was now invading his body. It felt uncomfortably strange and bizarre but he didn't stop Atem from probing and stretching him from the inside, for he was doing it as gently as he could. Yugi rested his head on Atem's shoulders, possibly for comfort as he felt his finger stretch and relax the inside muscles, giving light whimpers and moans as tried to deal with the intrusion. It was a little painful, but nothing that Yugi couldn't handle and before long, he felt a second finger, and then a third which hurt a lot more than he anticipated, but Yugi took in deep breaths and forced his body to relax as Atem cooed comforting words into his ear to distract him from the ache.
"It'll pass little one. Just please be patient," he said softly in Yugi's ear as he continued to stretch and expand his entrance to his liking. Yugi was so tight and hot, it almost drove Atem mad with anticipation. He knew that the end would justify the means. He just needed Yugi to endure this small step towards unimaginable pleasure.
When Atem felt that Yugi was stretched enough, he removed his fingers and took off his own underwear, giving his member a few pumps, making it instantly hard again so he could be ready for Yugi. He took a few deep breaths and distracted Yugi with a kiss before gently pulling the skin apart and lowering Yugi on top of his erection.
Immediately Yugi moaned loudly at the abrupt invasion again, which was far more tangible and noticeable than Atem's fingers and he hissed as he felt himself slide right on top of Atem's dick. Tears rolled down his eyes and he wondered if this whole thing was a good idea or not. Atem paused to allow Yugi to get used to his organ being inside of him, against his tight muscles and small opening. Yugi should've expected this to be honest. It was always painful the first time someone had sex.
Yugi had his arms on either side of Atem, straight out with his hands against the wall while Atem held him by his bottom. He was hissing and squirming, trying his hardest to get used to this feeling. He felt such warmth down there and he could feel Atem growing inside of him and he didn't know how longer Atem could hold out before he started thrusting himself against Yugi. But he didn't want the man to wait forever.
"Are you ready, little one? Don't worry, you'll start to feel so good in a few seconds."
Seconds? That's all the time Yugi had to pull himself together? He met Atem's gaze with uncertainty, and saw a reassuring gleam in his eyes. Yugi figured he knew better than him since he was more experienced, so he trusted his judgment. He took his hands from the walls and onto Atem's shoulders, greeting him with a kiss before he nodded his head that it was okay for Atem to move.
He tightened his grip on Yugi before moving up and down and he loved the tingle that immediately followed with the movement. He heard a faint moan coming from Yugi's lips but he didn't seem all that uncomfortable so Atem moved a tiny bit deeper.
"Mmmh!" Yugi's moans were getting louder and Atem felt Yugi's muscles actually clench down around his member, and also Yugi's arms tighten around his neck. Yugi felt Atem hit a nerve inside his body right then and it made his eyes shoot wide open and he saw nothing but white stars clouding his vision.
"Do it again," he mewled in Atem's ear.
"Do what again, my precious Yugi?"
"Whatever….whatever you just did. It felt so good…please Atem," Yugi felt like a helpless child in this state of mind but he couldn't help it. Atem had made him lose whatever reserve he was holding on to.
Atem repeated the action, pushing Yugi up and down on top of him, only this time he went a little faster. He was relieved at the shrill moan that escaped Yugi's throat after that, followed by whimpers and whining when Atem continued the movement.
Slowly and gradually Atem picked up the pace and the motions got more and more rough with each rhythmic thrust and the panting became more and more evident with each up and downward push on Atem's length. Yugi dug his fingers in Atem's back, needing something to take his frustrations out on, or else he wasn't sure he if could handle such a numbing experience.
Moaning and groaning in Yugi's ear, Atem could feel his own body succumbing to the constant pressure of Yugi's entire body slamming down on top of him. Though he did take initiative and put he and Yugi in this position, he didn't know how much he could take before he would come. Imagine how Yugi felt.
Not sure how much longer he could restrain himself from totally devouring Yugi, Atem briefly stopped his movement and heard a disappointed whine from the young one before moving back to the bed. He kissed Yugi until they both fell on the bed and Atem put himself inside of Yugi and continued striking him with all his might.
Since he had more leeway, Atem spread Yugi's legs out as far as he could and slammed into him consistently, earning loud and high-pitched moans from the one underneath him, which motivated Atem to move even faster inside of his lover. Despite the harder treatment against his body, not to mention the tears that flooded his eyes, along with the endless feelings and sensations that Yugi felt at that very moment, he didn't want Atem to stop. He couldn't stop this even if he wanted. His body was on autopilot and he wasn't going to be put to rest until Atem made his body react the way he wanted.
"A-A-Atem, I c-c-can't t-t-take much m-more!" Yugi managed to scream out, but his feeble pleas only made Atem fuck him harder, pinning him down, as if he was trying to make Yugi a permanent part of the mattress.
Yugi let out a few more disoriented moans as he let Atem dominate his body and seemingly his mind and his soul. He arched his back and he felt Atem go deeper inside him, as if that were even possible, but Yugi could've sworn that he could feel Atem all the way up to his stomach.
His hips buckled up but Atem forced them back down again, not wanting their escapade to end, but Yugi could feel his second orgasm approaching.
"I'm gonna – I'm gonna! – " Yugi couldn't get the sentence out because Atem's constant non-stop thrusts interrupted his thought process and speech. He was a few seconds away from becoming a puddle of his former self.
He grabbed Atem's neck and pulled him down towards him, not wanting to feel this exhilarating feeling by himself. Hearing Atem moan, groan and pants against his neck was music to Yugi's ears. At least he knew that Atem wasn't disappointed with how Yugi's body felt against his.
The bed underneath them held their weight as much as it could, with Atem's pounding Yugi against it and both of their hips simultaneously hitting it at the same time, but the headboard slammed against the wall each time Atem hit Yugi with a dangerous thrust.
It felt so achingly good that Yugi thought he was going to literally pass out from the way Atem was striking his prostate and pleasure center every single time he pushed into him. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. This felt like a dream that Yugi never wanted to wake up from.
"Come Yugi...come for me," Atem managed to say in between panting against Yugi's neck and shoving into him. He was rewarded with a tightening grip around his neck as Yugi was too mentally unstable to speak another word.
With a few more hard thrusts into him, Yugi felt that recognizable stiffening of his body again, and his hips automatically buckled upward as he screamed Atem's name, arching his back against him before releasing himself inside of his older lover.
Yugi's body went completely numb after that, but Atem pounded him a few more times before he felt himself go completely still and he let out a loud satisfied moan before he came inside of Yugi, spilling every ounce of frustration into him, not fully aware that he never pulled out as he originally planned from the beginning, but he didn't care anymore at that point.
After the mind blowing orgasm, Atem collapsed on top of Yugi, completely shell shocked and spent from what he'd just experience. The two took this time of silence to catch their breath and collect whatever frame of mind they could gather so they could at least try talk to each other. Atem was still cradled against Yugi's neck, lying in between Yugi's legs, which were spread like an eagle, but by that time, all modesty had been thrown out of the window.
Yugi still had a hard time breathing. He wondered if Atem had rendered him into an asthma attack, or if the sex was more intense than he realized. But he didn't regret it one bit. The pain and uncertainty that he initially felt coming in was so worth it now.
Atem made the first move and lifted his head from Yugi's shoulders, looking him directly in the eyes. Yugi looked tired, not surprisingly, but satisfied, and almost nurtured, rubbing the back of Atem's neck before bringing him down for a kiss. Atem grew accustomed to Yugi's soft delectable lips as he returned the kiss, but they seemed to have felt even better, more tasteful as he felt Yugi's fingers tangled in his hair.
Atem played outside of Yugi's bottom lip with his tongue before he was granted access inside of his mouth, as the two closed their eyes to enjoy the feeling of one inside the other, as they've been doing for the whole night.
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