Yami walked towards the front doors, unsurprised to see the crowd of photographers still standing around on the front steps. He had a clear line of sight towards the limo and Yami set his jaw determinedly, pushing the glass doors open and striding out into the harsh sunlight.
The photographers converged on him immediately but Yami ignored them and went straight for the handle of the limousine. He was beginning to understand and appreciate the way Kaiba dealt with the photographers.
"Atem! Is your name Atem?" Someone cried, their voice almost drowned out by the frequent clicks of shutter cameras.
"Why are you leaving so early? Did Mr. Kaiba ask you to leave the office?" Another photographer yelled.
Yami eased himself down into the black leather seats of the car and shut the door behind him with a slam.
The driver spoke up in a deep voice, startling him. "Kame Game Shop?"
Yami blinked and nodded, crossing his legs tightly and folding his arms across his chest, trying his best to ignore the shouts and flashes right outside the tinted window. Someone knocked on the glass and Yami felt his irritation rise. Why wasn't the car moving?
"Sir?" The driver's eyes appeared in the rear-view mirror and Yami realized he hadn't said anything.
"Yes. Kame Game Shop." Yami said firmly, and he saw the driver nod and pull smoothly away from the curb, the clamor from the crowd fading in the distance.
Yami let out the breath he had been holding and leaned back into the seat, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. He ignored it, but the phone continued to buzz and Yami realized he was getting a call.
He hastily slid the phone out and was glad to see it was Yugi who was calling him.
"Yugi!" Yami said, pressing the phone to his ear, speaking louder than he originally intended.
"Yami?" Yugi sounded worried, "Are you okay?"
"Yes." Yami responded and he suddenly felt a low, heated buzzing traveling up from his core and he clenched his fists. Kaiba's remote could reach him here?!
"Are you on your way back? Because I miss you." Yugi said badly, glancing around the empty game shop.
"Y-yes Aibou." Yami managed, feeling the buzzing increase tenfold as the car made a gentle turn and the vibrator rubbed up pleasurably up inside him.
Curse you, Kaiba! Yami fumed privately, aiming to hang up the call with Yugi as soon as possible before any strange noises escaped from his mouth.
"Okay, when can I expect to see you?" Yugi asked, sounding forlorn.
"I'm almost there." Yami lied, watching the car curve onto the highway ramp and he hung up as quickly as he could, crossing and uncrossing his legs as he tried to resist the buzzing heat that was rising steadily up from his stomach and spreading into his chest.
He tapped the phone and hastily sent Kaiba an angry text, misspelling a word as the vibrator began to pulse inside him, "STP THAT!" Yami grit his teeth and sent it, berating himself for not asking more questions about the remote.
Kaiba was sitting in a meeting at the boardroom table, aimlessly tapping the remote in his pocket as he listened to his shareholders stake their demands. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he smirked, feeling powerful.
Yami squirmed in his seat as he felt the buzzing stop suddenly, and he let out a tight sigh of relief. Finally.
His dick throbbed uncomfortably in his pants.
He glanced down at himself, horrified.
The outline of his dick was very visible through the dark fabric of his pants.
Yami lunged out of the car the moment he felt it stop and he slammed the door so loudly, it made his eardrums hurt.
He burst into the game shop and rushed through the connecting door leading into the house, trying his best to ignore the fact that Yugi dropped something with a loud clatter onto the countertop.
Yami grit his teeth and took the stairs two at a time back up into the room he shared with Yugi and he slammed the door, leaning against it heavily, sliding to the floor, his breath coming out in short pants.
He felt the humming resume and this time, it was a slow, steady pulsing, each pulse sending a hot jolt of pleasure running up and down his body, causing his tip to leak uncomfortably in his underwear.
Feeling the room spin as he stood up, Yami stumbled his way over to the bed, feeling the vibrator shift inside him, rising up higher as the buzzing stopped again.
Drawing his breath in with a frustrated hiss, Yami stripped his pants off and resolved to take it out, shivering as his wet tip grazed along the rim of his underwear. The buzzing started again, and Yami doubled over, his knees stinging as they hit the carpeted floor, his eyes watering heavily as he gripped his own shaft, giving it a quick jerk, feeling himself shudder pleasurably, cursing Kaiba in his mind.
Yami shifted his legs apart and tentatively reached an arm around his back, shaking violently as he felt another hot jolt of fire sear through his body as the bullet rubbed along the rim of his anus. Feeling his tip leak thickly, Yami grit his teeth and grabbed his length, giving it another quick jerk upwards, his breathing shallow. If he came, would the buzzing no longer affect him this way?
"Pharaoh?"
Yugi's voice drifted from behind the door and Yami panicked, feeling like everything was moving in slow motion as he tried to yank his pants up from his knees as the vibrator pulsed slowly inside him.
Yugi stepped pushed the door open quietly, biting back a gasp as he surveyed the scene before him. Yami was …masturbating! Shamelessly! He was kneeling on the floor with his pants around his knees, one hand gripping the tip of his leaking penis while the other disappeared behind his back, his face frozen with horror as their eyes met.
Yugi opened his mouth and closed it, swallowing a mouthful of air as he shut the door quickly and leaned against the other side, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Oh my god… oh my god! Yami was doing…that! So openly! Not even hiding it! And on the floor?! Yugi blinked rapidly, feeling his heart beat so quickly it became a low hum in his chest. He stood up quickly and hurried back down the stairs, trying to keep his mind blank.
Yami hissed in anger and humiliation as he heard the door slam and he fell forwards on all fours, his breathing ragged as the vibrator's pulsing quickened. His dick twitched and Yami gave in to the heated throbbing, rubbing himself steadily, circling his tip with his thumb. He gave his arousal a few more rapid pumps, shuddering as he came quickly into his hand, a few drops spilling over his fingers and onto the carpet.
Cursing, Yami tried to catch his breath, his mouth unusually dry as the vibrator slowed down into a low hum. Without a moment's hesitation, Yami reached around and extracted the anal toy, clutching it in his fist, feeling it vibrate so much it became a high whine.
Gasping and panting, Yami looked down at himself, his head swimming as numbing wave of something warm blanketed him completely. His hand was a mess, his pants were covered in his own fluids, and the stray drops of semen were already drying across the carpet.
Feeling his heart slowing down to a regular pace, Yami sagged heavily against the edge of his bed, trying to clear his mind. That had felt…odd. Oddly amazing.
Yami couldn't help but feel extremely warm and satisfied.
If Yugi hadn't walked in on him halfway, he would've came right then.
He glanced down at the silver bullet in his palm, a strange feeling curling in his chest as he slowly began to appreciate what this meant.
Kaiba had done this on purpose, as usual.
Was this supposed to help quell his lust over the next week?
Stepping carefully out of his pants, Yami walked towards the bathroom to clean himself up.
Meanwhile, Kaiba was sitting at his desk, staring intently at the remote, wondering why the light for the 'heat' setting had changed from yellow, to blue. He picked up his phone and shot Yami a quick text, holding his breath as he waited for Yami to respond.
Yami had just finished cleaning the spot on the carpet and he jumped when he felt his phone buzz in his front pocket. He grit his teeth and slid the phone out to read the message.
"Did you like that?" Kaiba had written.
Yami drew his breath sharply and responded with, "NO." And he sent it, feeling conflicted. That was obviously a lie.
Yami stood and tucked the silver bullet into his back pocket and decided he would do his best to forget about it. He rushed down the stairs and cautiously made his way through the connecting door leading into the game shop. Yugi was bent over the counter, sorting a stack of duel monsters cards, his head lowered so much his blonde bangs obscured his face.
Yugi heard Yami step into the game shop behind him and decided not to react, keeping his head down, diligently alphabetizing the cards, trying to ignore the frantic pounding of his heart.
"Aibou…I'm sorry." Yami said lamely, feeling the bullet pulse and hum in his back pocket. He set his jaw and ignored it. At least it wasn't humming inside him.
Yugi didn't respond. He could feel heat creeping across his cheeks and his heart was pounding so quickly he could barely hear himself think.
"Yugi?" Yami hovered beside the glass counter, feeling his anxiety rise. He felt just as embarrassed…if not worse!
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Yami said seriously, watching Yugi slide off the stool shakily and brush past him silently, walking into the house.
"Yugi?!" Yami realized he was now standing alone at the front of the game shop and Yugi had just pointedly ignored him. Feeling his anger rising, Yami grabbed his phone and tapped Kaiba's name across the screen, tapping his foot impatiently as he counted the rings.
One ring, two rings…three rings….
Yami was growing anxious.
Kaiba didn't pick up instantly the way Yugi usually did….
On the fourth ring, Kaiba's voice came drawling through the other end, "What? Had enough?"
"Stop it!" Yami hissed, clenching his fists at his sides, "Yugi…saw me!"
There was a long pause at the other end and then Yami heard a loud clatter, followed by a bout of voracious laughter.
"Shut…up! It's not funny! It was embarrassing!" Yami almost bit his tongue as he spoke, trying to contain his anger, feeling his face heating up as Kaiba's laughter rang loudly in his ear.
Kaiba continued to laugh, and Yami hung up on him furiously, feeling incensed.
He sat down on the stool behind the glass counter, propping his head up on his hands, feeling the bullet continuing to buzz in his pocket. Kaiba could continue to have his fun by himself, thinking the bullet was still inside him.
Kaiba was in his limo, staring at the remote, again, wondering why the light was blue. He slipped out his phone and accessed the anal toy's website, scrolling down past several other interestingly shaped devices before tapping on the image displaying a bullet with a remote.
He read through all of the functions and clicked his phone off in annoyance, watching his limo make a gentle turn and drive onto his property. The "heat" button on the remote wasn't a function; it was a sensor for body heat.
Yellow meant it was warm – the vibrator was inside of Yami.
Blue meant it was cold – the vibrator had been removed.
Red was the low-battery warning.
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Kaiba dipped his head down and glared out the window, his mind racing with uncertainty. Was Yami that angry with him?
Yami was laying in bed, running the events of the day over in his mind.
Yugi had ignored him for the rest of the day.
They had eaten in silence and Yugi had shut himself in their room until the sun set.
Yami had lounged in front of the TV, not really watching anything, feeling oddly unsettled as the vibrator in his pocket remained eerily quiet.
Yami rolled over onto his side, listening for sounds coming from Yugi's side of the room, hearing nothing. His phone buzzed quietly and Yami yanked it out from underneath his pillow, carefully hiding the glow from his screen beneath the sheets and reading the message from Kaiba.
"Put it back in."
Yami swallowed tightly and felt himself break out into a cold sweat. H-How would Kaiba know that it was inside?!
Deciding to lie, Yami responded:
"It is in."
And he held his breath, watching Kaiba's text float across his screen.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Atem. Put that thing back in your ass right now or I'll make you regret it."
Yami bit his tongue and felt his eyes water as he read Kaiba's text again. This was an empty threat, right? There was nothing Kaiba could do to him that would make him regret anything….
A second text from Kaiba floated up onto his screen.
"On second thought, nevermind. I'm going to bed."
Yami blinked rapidly, feeling the breath leave his body all at once.
Honestly, this was so typical of Kaiba.
For one moment, he was deeply interested, and without batting an eyelid, he suddenly couldn't care less.
Kaiba was lying face down on his bed, glaring at his screen, his erection pressing stubbornly into the mattress. He had waited for this…all damn day.
He wanted to cum while teasing Yami over the phone.
But instead, all he had received was radio silence and the vibrator had been removed.
How irritating.
Finding a way to motivate the Pharaoh to indulge him was also difficult. After being seen by Yugi, Kaiba was sure Yami wasn't going to answer any of his phone calls, let alone respond to a text. He needed to tap into what Yami feared the most. And that was…no contact.
It's what I fear, Kaiba thought darkly, tapping the edge of his phone, impatiently waiting for Yami's reply.
"I refuse." Yami wrote, and a second text floated up beneath it, saying, "I can't trust you not to make it move while I sleep."
Kaiba felt his mouth go dry and he grit his teeth. Maybe he should make good on his threat. No contact for the rest of the week.
A third text from Yami bubbled up on the screen.
"Give me your word. You will NOT move it inside me whilst I sleep."
Kaiba blinked and let out a dry laugh, quickly composing his reply, "Yes, your majesty. I will not make it move inside you…whilst…you sleep."
And he hit 'send' with vengeance, his fingers hovering over the screen in anticipation, biting back another laugh threatening to spill out from his chest.
Yami was so fucking cute. Did he know that?
Yami felt his eyelid twitch in annoyance when he read Kaiba's sarcastic message. Kaiba was mocking him! Why was this version of Kaiba equally as irritating as the Kaiba with his memories?
This just goes to show, he's the same person through and through, Yami thought tiredly, typing out his reply.
"I'm serious, Kaiba!"
Yami could feel his resolve slipping as he sent the message, listening to Yugi's steady breathing echoing around their tiny room.
His phone buzzed again and Kaiba had replied with:
"I fucking won't. Now, go into your bathroom and put it in. I'm waiting. And take your phone with you."
Holding his breath, Yami sat up slowly and palmed his face, feeling his heart race. What was happening?! Why was he indulging Kaiba in this sort of dirty activity this late at night? Yugi had already seen him masturbating once today.
What if Yugi were to walk into the bathroom while he was inserting the vibrator?!
The phone buzzed again, jolting Yami out of his thoughts.
"HURRY THE FUCK UP. I'M HARD."
Yami read the text over three times, feeling his mind steadily grow blank.
Fine.
Fine…!
He threw the covers over his legs and rushed quietly out of the room, lightly patting his pockets to make sure the vibrator was still there.
He eased the bathroom door shut and flipped the lights on, his eyes stinging from the sudden brightness.
What am I doing? Yami thought darkly, shivering slightly as he dropped his pants and stared at the vibrator in his hand. If the Kaiba without his memories enjoyed doing this sort of thing, would he still want to continue after he regained—z
His phone buzzed again with another impatient text from Kaiba.
"Send me a photo of what you're doing right now. I'm done waiting."
Yami bit his lip nervously and stared down at himself, feeling awfully small and nervous. Kaiba was somehow bullying him through text messages. Gathering his courage, Yami tapped the camera icon and angled it high above his head, opening his palm and snapping the photo. He lowered the camera and inspected his photo, staring at his own face, which looked unnaturally pale in the bathroom lights.
I look nervous, and it shows, Yami thought anxiously, deciding to send the photo anyway. Anything to shut Kaiba up.
Kaiba shut his eyes briefly, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as his dick throbbed painfully. God this was agonizing. His phone buzzed and he quickly tapped the screen, opening the picture message.
He blinked, staring at the photo Yami had taken, deeply intrigued. Yami was gazing wide-eyed into the camera with his palm open, and Kaiba could see the silver bullet sitting in his hand. The bathroom light cast dark shadows across Yami's cheekbones, making him look more gaunt than usual.
The lighting was horrible.
What a shitty bathroom.
How long would it take to convince the Pharaoh to live in the mansion with him?
"Good. Now. Put. It. In." Kaiba wrote and sent it, his head spinning; he wondered what he was trying to achieve. This was fucking terrible. He wanted to touch…not watch.
Yami moved away from the door and ran the bullet under hot water from the sink, cleaning it thoroughly again. He shivered, remembering the way Kaiba had casually popped the toy in his mouth and slipped it in…easily.
Gritting his teeth, Yami dried his hands on a towel and bent over the counter, gently spreading himself, carefully easing the tip of the bullet into his hole, feeling his rim stretch easily around it, until the toy disappeared inside him.
Shaking and trembling, Yami bit back a surprised cry, easing his finger down his crack, feeling the warm edge of the bullet peeking out from his hole. H-How dirty!
As if on cue, the bullet started humming and moving inside him-too fast, too quickly. Yami doubled over and gasped, hearing his voice echo around in the bathroom as his body grew instantly hot and his knees gave out.
He slid weakly to the floor, and his knees hit the cold tiles. Yami watched with increasing horror as his dick slowly stood at attention and began leaking thickly from the tip.
He reached up and clumsily patted the counter for his phone. He grabbed it and could barely read the line of text Kaiba had written, his vision was violently blurring in and out as wave after wave of heated pleasure ran up and down his entire body.
"Finally. Took you long enough. Now send me a picture to show me how excited you are."
Yami felt his chest and stomach tighten at different intervals as the vibrator stopped its high-pitched whirring and slowed down to a low, steady hum.
He could barely think!
What would Kaiba do with the dirty photos?
He would lose his mind if he saw them after he regained his memories!
How would he explain the trove of dirty photos on his phone…?!
"I…can't." Yami wrote and he sent it, feeling himself shake and spasm suddenly as the vibrator suddenly began pulsing violently, sending heated threads of electricity through legs, causing them to jerk and tremble uncontrollably.
"How about now?" Came Kaiba's reply, and Yami grit his teeth so hard his jaw ached. Kaiba…! He was doing this on purpose!
The vibrator suddenly stopped, and Yami felt his stomach clenching so hard, he almost came, but nothing came out of his tip. It was still leaking clear fluids and throbbing painfully.
"Don't keep me waiting. Or did you cum? Pity."
Yami dropped the phone with a clatter, his palms hitting the tiles as he felt another delicious curl of hot tremors run through his body. G-God…!
Fine.
Fine! If Kaiba wanted a dirty photo, he would take one!
Yami tapped the camera icon with a shaking finger and angled it down at himself, staring at his wet tip through the viewfinder as he snapped the photo, not caring that it was slightly blurry. He could barely function.
He sent it without thinking and felt the vibrations stop completely. Letting out a tight huff of air, Yami gave his dick a few tentative strokes and he sighed contentedly, feeling his wetness pool thickly at the tips of his fingers.
He needed to cum, fast!
Kaiba's bullying was exhausting.
Kaiba gleefully tapped the photo message and shifted himself into a more comfortable position, feeling his boner throb and ache.
Yami had taken a wonderful photo at an arousing angle.
He could see Yami's pants around his knees while a very stiff erection leaked at the tip, looking very neglected and pitiful. Perfect. Amazing.
"Hey, call me on video, Pharaoh. Want to see how hard you made me?"
Yami bit back a groan as he stroked himself faster, gritting his teeth in effort, trying his best to cum. He glanced at the text across his screen and wondered if he should ignore it.
Was Kaiba really going to show him….? Because he would save dirty photos of Kaiba until the end of time. This opportunity was too good to pass up!
Pausing in his motions, Yami picked the phone up from the floor and watched as the screen turned grey and his phone buzzed enthusiastically in his hand.
He hastily tapped the green button and watched curiously as the screen shifted from grey to pitch black. What was this?! This was nothing! There was nothing to see!
Feeling irritated, Yami was about to hang up before Kaiba's hand appeared on the screen, his slender knuckles very pale underneath his bedroom lights. Suddenly, Kaiba moved his hand away and Yami bit back and excited gasp, staring at Kaiba's length which was shining with arousal at the tip.
Amazing. More. Lower.
Yami couldn't help but notice Kaiba had inched his boxers down so low, his thighs were completely exposed.
Yami shivered longingly, remembering how they felt beneath his palms. He wanted to touch Kaiba's body…he wanted to feel Kaiba's muscles rippling beneath his palms. This…video calling was a pathetic imitation of the real experience…!
Kaiba grinned to himself and gave his dick an excited twitch, staring down at his own length through the viewfinder, enjoying Yami's flushed expression. With his free hand, Kaiba aimlessly tapped the remote, watching Yami part his mouth slightly, and he could've sworn he heard a gasp. Kaiba blinked, feeling his entire body ache with need. He gave himself a few long, slow, strokes, watching Yami's face carefully across his screen. Yami was staring intently, his bangs hanging off from his face oddly…Was the phone on the floor?!
Kaiba quickly rearranged his position, leaning back into the pillows, holding the phone high above his face, trying to imagine Yami's taught body ramming down onto him from above. God…what would he give to feel that again….
Yami watched Kaiba lie back, and he stopped stroking himself as he felt another strong wave of heat rise up from his core, entranced as he saw Kaiba's face appear across his screen, looking excited and smug.
"Stay." Kaiba's mouth was moving and he was repeatedly saying, "Stay like this."
Yami blinked and nodded, feeling his stomach twist with arousal as he shifted himself across the floor, propping himself up on one elbow as he reached his other hand down to stroke himself, trying to imagine Kaiba's body beneath him, instead of the freezing bathroom tiles.
This was difficult…!
"I-I want to cum." Yami whispered miserably, firmly running his thumb over his own slit, feeling the wetness gather beneath his fingers again. Everything was just hot, wet and sticky. Where was the beautiful, pleasurable, burning, curling feeling?!
"Cum, and I'll watch." Kaiba's voice floated softly up from the screen, and Yami felt his head swim violently.
Yami bit back another gasp as he felt the vibrator send another tremor of heat through his body, and he eased forwards on his elbow, hovering over the phone as he stroked himself harder, hearing his own gasps echo around in the bathroom.
Kaiba held his breath and didn't bother fiddling with the remote. He stared into the screen, completely entranced by the expressions Yami was making. He could feel his chest tightening with every soft gasp he heard Yami make.
Kaiba leaned his head further back into the pillows, feeling pleasantly warm as he watched Yami's bangs graze the edge of the screen. He reached a hand up and caressed the edge of his phone, desperately wishing his touch would extend through the screen. He felt dizzy.
Yami's expression relaxed and he shut his eyes briefly as he came.
Kaiba seized this moment to grab a screenshot. He took several more as Yami blinked hazily down at him, his eyes heavy with lust.
Kaiba trailed a finger down the edge of his phone, feeling his stomach twist and clench with unease. Yami looked so beautiful and composed, all the time, even when he was bent over his phone on the bathroom floor. How?
"Tell me you liked that." Kaiba demanded, hearing his own voice echo on the other end as Yami's face disappeared from the screen. He could see the edge of a ceiling light and Kaiba felt his anxiety bubbling up to the surface.
Yami eased back on his heels, staring at the mess he had made in his own hand, shivering as residual shocks of pleasure rose up slowly from his backside as the bullet shifted inside him slightly. He had cum easily, while watching Kaiba softly gaze back at him through his phone, and the bullet in his hole felt warm and thick.
"Yami…?"
Kaiba's voice drifted up from the floor, and Yami felt his face heat up. He didn't say anything, slowly standing and moving towards the sink to clean himself up. Yami felt his uncertainty flooded his senses as he wondered where the stopping point was.
Clearly, being apart from Kaiba had not reduced the frequency of their lewd interactions. In fact, everything was escalating.
Kaiba grit his teeth and held his breath, no longer aroused as he felt his irritation rise. Yami was clearly using him for sex.
He grabbed the remote and tapped the button, turning the vibrator off.
This was a terrible idea after all.
Yami would go back to ignoring him after he got what he wanted.
Yami felt the warm humming in his core suddenly stop, and he tensed, feeling cold all over as his body clenched uncomfortably. He bent over the sink, taking several deep breaths, trying to calm his body down. He felt hot and cold all over. A chill swept over him and he shivered involuntarily from the loss of stimulation.
When the bullet was humming inside him, everything was deliciously warm.
He dried his hands on a towel and picked up his phone, realizing the screen had gone dark. Kaiba had hung up on him.
"Kaiba…?" Yami whispered, hearing his own voice echo terribly in the empty bathroom.
The screen shifted, and Kaiba's face appeared on the screen again, looking exhausted and…depressed. The corner of his cheek was wet, and it caught the light strangely at certain angles.
"Seto."
Kaiba's voice was devoid of emotion as the screen went black again.
Panicking slightly, Yami lifted the screen higher, leaning against the bathroom door as he spoke, "I…I liked that. Thank you."
The screen remained black and a series of white text appeared: "Call Ended."
Yami blinked rapidly, trying to process what was happening. Was Kaiba angry? What was happening?
"Kaiba?" Yami said hoarsely, watching the screen turn black again. He stared at his phone, seeing his own wide-eyed reflection staring back.
Yanking his pants up, Yami dashed out of the bathroom and hurried down the stairs, steadily walking through the game stop and out the front door.
He hit Kaiba's name on the screen again and waited, counting the rings.
One ring…two rings…three rings….
"What?"
Kaiba's voice sounded muffled and tired.
"Nothing." Yami said firmly, glancing around quickly, noticing it was unusually dark tonight.
"Then hang up." Kaiba responded dully.
There was a long, tense silence, and Yami could feel his cheeks burning.
"Hang up."
Kaiba's voice echoed in his ear, and Yami pulled the phone away from his face, his finger hovering over the red button.
Yami hesitated before deciding against it.
He pressed the phone against his ear and spoke hurriedly, "I like you."
There was another long pause before Kaiba replied with, "Do you like me? Or do you like the things we do?"
"Both." Yami responded without hesitation, hoping this answer would fix whatever he had done earlier to make Kaiba angry. Kaiba was acting unusually…sensitive.
"Sure." Kaiba said emptily, and Yami felt his anxiety rising to an all-time high; his pulse was racing a thousand beats per minute. Kaiba was starting to sound like his old self. Cold and dismissive.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Yami asked frantically, listening to the dial tone hum in his ear.
Let his breath out in a slow hiss, Yami sent Kaiba an angry message.
"Hang up on me again and I will kill you."
There was a pause, and Yami's phone buzzed with a response.
"Try."
Yami felt light-headed as he carefully constructed his response, and sent it, before slowly turning around to walk back into the game shop.
Kaiba watched his phone buzz and he felt his heart stop in his chest as he read Yami's reply.
"On second thought, nevermind. I'm going to bed."
Blinking rapidly, Kaiba tried to understand what this meant. Yami was using his words against him.
He stared at the remote sitting on his nightstand, seeing the light glow yellow.
Yami had decided to keep the vibrator inside of him.
Ruffling his hair in frustration, Kaiba sent one last message before he tossed his phone aside and buried his face into his pillow, trying to ignore how cold everything felt around him in his large bed.
Yami heard Yugi's alarm trilling through the air, and he frowned, turning his head to the side, feeling his ear press across something cold.
He jerked awake and stared at his phone laying on his pillow.
Oh.
And he suddenly remembered the mini fight he had with Kaiba last night.
He gingerly picked up the phone and clicked it on, staring at the block of text Kaiba had sent him last night. Yami read it hungrily, his eyes darting across the screen,
"You annoy me.
Could you stop acting as if nothing has changed between us?
Its irritating and I will never stop bothering you until you admit it.
Call me 'Kaiba' one more time, and I'll return the favor by calling you 'Atem'."
Slightly taken aback, Yami felt himself smile and he quickly typed his response,
"Good morning to you too."
And he slid out of bed, making his way over towards Yugi's bed, feeling a low humming slowly rising up from his core.
Tensing immediately, Yami froze on the spot, feeling as if he was about to wet himself as the vibrator danced inside his center, pulsing and throbbing at different speeds. Yami felt his legs give out instantly. He gripped the edge of his own bed as he leaned backwards, causing the vibrator to shift inside him, inching higher into him.
Biting his tongue to keep from crying out, Yami hastily stuck his legs back underneath the covers, rocking slowly back and forth as tried to control the clenching wave of pleasure that consumed him the second his ass hit the mattress.
Yugi was sleeping peacefully, his arms and legs sticking messily out from the corners of the sheets, his spiky hair just barely visible from the edge of the bed, and Yami prayed to all the gods he knew, for Yugi not to wake.
Yami grit his teeth and his vision swam. He clumsily felt around for his phone. Finally closing his hands around it, he shivered as he sent Kaiba a furious text.
"TURN IT OFF. YUGI IS ASLEEP."
Yami bit back a shuddering gasp as the vibrator slowed down to a low pulse and he found that these waves of arousal were easier to control. The bullet would pulse, his stomach would clench, his toes would curl as his body burned, and the wave would pass, but immediately start again, as the next pulse wasn't far behind.
Slowly but surely, Yami managed to adapt to the unexpected pulses, rolling his body forwards to take every heated jolt, cursing Kaiba in his mind as his dick leaked and throbbed angrily at him from beneath the sheets.
"I want to see your dick. Send me a photo. I'm bored." was the response he got from Kaiba, and Yami's head spun so much, he felt like exploding.
Was Kaiba serious?!
Without warning, Suddenly, the vibrator stilled and Yami spasmed, clenching his rim emptily around the bullet. He brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth, steadily drawing in deep breaths, trying to ignore his aching boner.
His phone buzzed, and Kaiba's message floated across the screen.
"Hurry. Up. Or else."
Or else what?! Yami thought furiously, pushing the covers off his body and staring down at himself.
His tip had leaked so much, it was seeping through the top of his sleep pants, resulting in a dark, wet, stain across his front.
Yami carefully eased the edge of his waistband down and threw a frantic glance upwards at Yugi before slipping his pants off completely, shivering as he felt his wetness drying across his tip.
Hating himself, Yami took the photo and watched for Kaiba's response, watching his text bubble up on the screen.
He heard the shutter sound click loudly and he held his breath, frozen in fear as he watched Yugi shift in his sleep, and the bullet began humming in his backside again; a low, steady, deep throb.
"Good, now…touch yourself…and I want a video of your finish because I didn't get to see that last night."
Yami set his jaw and felt the vibrator pulse slowly inside him as he typed out his response,
"What will you do with these dirty photos? If anyone should see them…!"
Yami sent it without finishing his thought, thinking that threats were useless anyway.
The only person he was worried about seeing them was Kaiba himself.
Kaiba…with his memories.
A reply came instantaneously.
"I keep them for myself. Who the hell would see them? What kind of person do you think I am?!"
And almost as if in retaliation, the vibrator stopped humming, and Yami felt himself spasm and clench helplessly again. God, he hated this feeling the most!
It made him wish Kaiba would turn it back on...!
Yami set his pride aside and sent Kaiba a response, "I will send you all the photos you want. Please leave it on a low setting like you did last night. It feels the best that way."
The vibrator buzzed to life, and Yami shivered happily, tightly gripping his knees as he saw Kaiba's response appear across his screen,
"Video of your finish. Now."
Yami bit back a sigh and placed his palm gently on his tip, tapping the video icon and angling the camera down at himself. Pushing all doubt out of his mind, Yami hit 'record' and watched his own hands hovering uncertainly in the screen.
He heard Yugi shift in his sleep and a fresh bout of panic consumed him. Yami hastily gripped his length and gave himself a few firm rubs, enjoying the way the vibrator buzzed low in his core, causing a warm wave of pleasure to pool in the base of his stomach. He pressed his thumb into his slit, and shuddered as his vision turned white and he felt himself cum, his body shaking and sweating as his heart pounded in his ears.
Yami glanced down at himself, feeling oddly relieved that there was no mess, and his dick was still leaking and standing at attention. Why…why was there no fluid?!
Had he not cum?!
Blinking in a haze of pleasure and anxiety, Yami felt his dick throb and ache. Irritated, Yami grabbed his length again and began rubbing furiously, focusing on circling his tip with his thumb, his eyes burning as he stared at his own dick through the screen of his phone.
The video was already running past 2 minutes.
He had wanted to cum quickly!
Shifting his legs slightly, the vibrator sent another warm wave of pleasure flowing up his body. He was desperately rubbing his dick raw; his heart was pounding so quickly in his chest, it hurt.
His phone buzzed and Yami stopped the video, tapping on Kaiba's message.
"Are you holding out on purpose? I'm done waiting."
Yami felt his eyes water with effort as he responded to the text with one hand,
"I finished, but there was nothing."
And Yami stared down at himself, his breathing shallow, feeling tortured and anxious.
Was he dry? Dehydrated? Had he cum way too many times in the past few days?!
The tip of his dick was tortured pink and drenched from all the rubbing.
His phone buzzed with Kaiba's reply.
"Dry orgasm. Try again. I won't accept anything other than a video of your finish…with cum."
Feeling his mouth go dry, Yami leaned back into the bed, feeling hopeless. Everything ached, and he was so aroused. He wanted to cum so badly, his dick hurt.
He wanted to be touched!
Throwing caution to the wind, Yami kicked the covers off of himself and spread his legs wide, sighing tightly as he felt the vibrator shift into a lower position inside him. He angled the camera down at himself and lightly cupped his balls, enjoying the way his tip looked across his screen.
Grabbing his shaft firmly, Yami began masturbating in earnest, keeping his breathing even as he stared at the time ticking across the video, feeling the vibrator rub along his rim as he steadily jerked himself off.
A low, curling feeling began building in his stomach, and Yami leaned his head back, gasping and panting audibly as he felt his legs spasm and shiver as he orgasmed strongly again. This time, his essence rushed heavily out of his tip, and Yami could barely keep his eyes open as he continued filming himself, watching his own fluids spill out around his fingers and drip down his stomach.
Blinking with effort, Yami stopped recording and hit 'send' before thumping his head back into the pillows as spots swam in his eyes.
The vibrator was still humming deep and low inside him, but it was beginning to feel like nothing.
It was beginning to feel…normal.
I'm getting used to it! Yami thought, horrified. That's why I couldn't cum!
Yami glanced down at himself and slowly sat up, watching the cum run down his shaft and drip dangerously off the tips of his fingers. Crap.
He stood quickly and made his way to the bathroom, thinking he would enjoy Kaiba's reaction to the video.
Kaiba was sitting at his desk, tapping the edge of his laptop impatiently. What the fuck was taking Yami so damn long?! Was he being serious when he said he couldn't cum?!
He clicked his phone on again, waiting for a message to pop up. Nothing.
He sent Yami another impatient text and palmed his face heavily. Damn, this was the worst. Whatever Yami was doing, it had better be worth the wait.
Yami hiked up his trousers and exited the bathroom, striding quietly back into the room, glad to see that Yugi was still asleep. He picked up his phone and sat down along the edge of his bed, feeling the bullet shift inside him, and he shivered pleasantly. This was a nice feeling Had Kaiba enjoyed the video?
"Holy FUCK. You are taking way too long Pharaoh." Kaiba had written, and Yami felt his blood run cold. What?!
He tapped his messages and scrolled along the thread he shared with Kaiba, not seeing the video he had sent. Where…was it then?!
He bit his lip and saw a video attachment in a message he had sent to Yugi.
Oh…hell.
Leaping off the bed, Yami rushed over towards Yugi's sleeping form, gently patting the pillows, searching for his phone. He felt the bullet suddenly vibrate violently inside him, and Yami bit back a furious gasp as his knees hit the floor beside Yugi's bed.
Yugi heard Yami rustling beside him and he sat up sleepily, gazing down at Yami who was kneeling by his bed with one arm pressed oddly across his thighs.
"Are you okay?" Yugi asked uncertainly, the events from yesterday coming back in a huge rush. Had Yami been masturbating on the floor again…and this time, by his bed?!
"Aibou…!" Yami gasped, clenching his rim tightly around the vibrator, feeling himself sweat as he repressed another clenching wave of pleasure. "I-I'm fine. Please, don't look at the message I sent you."
Yugi frowned, his confusion rising as he eyed Yami's phone, which was sitting innocently across the room on his pillow, "What message?"
"The-that…message." Yami stammered incoherently, his face flushed a deep red.
Yugi felt himself heat up too and he looked away, patting the pillows for his phone, seeing a video message notification floating across his screen.
"Don't!" Yami exclaimed, reaching his hand out and grabbing Yugi by the arm, attempting to stop him, "Please...Aibou. Please."
Yugi stared at the notification on his phone and glanced at Yami, who was rocking back and forth uncertainly on the floor, one arm still covering his…crotch.
"Do you have a boner?!" Yugi cried shrilly, feeling goosebumps rise up along his arms. Was Yami in heat or something?!
"Please, let me delete the message!" Yami gasped, his eyes watering at the corners as he could feel the vibrator begin pulsing furiously inside him and he tried his best to control the violent waves of singeing up in him with every pulse.
Kaiba was angry.
Kaiba was angry he didn't receive the video, and the sooner he sent the video, the sooner it would stop.
This was the only thought on Yami's mind.
If that meant Yugi was going to see his penis while it was hard, that was fine. He would endure the humiliation.
"What's on the message?" Yugi felt his curiosity rising as he glanced from his phone, to Yami, shaking and trembling on the floor in front of him. He had an inkling of what it might be.
"I'll tell you, Aibou." Yami whispered, hearing his voice tremble so much he could barely recognize himself, "I'll tell you, after you let me delete it."
Yugi blinked rapidly, hearing his mind grow steadily blank as he stared into Yami's flushed face. Yami looked like…he was about to …cum. Did this have anything to do with what was on the video?
"Can I watch it before I delete it?" Yugi heard himself ask, feeling his tongue swell numbly.
Yami heard his phone buzzing atop his pillow again and the vibrator ceased in its motions. Letting out a shuddering gasp, Yami pressed his forehead against the edge of Yugi's bed, feeling himself sweat.
If his Aibou wanted to watch him doing something very embarrassing, then the answer was yes.
If his Aibou would hate him for even filming something like that, then the answer was no.
To top it all off, Kaiba was furious, and the longer he waited to send the video, the angrier Kaiba would get.
Yami lifted his gaze and stared deeply into Yugi's round, violet eyes, feeling his heart clench and tighten as the vibrator buzzed to life inside him once more.
Author's note:
VOTE! Comment and vote if you want a s3x scene to happen between Yami and Yugi.
If not, I'll gloss over it and Yugi will just give Yami his phone to delete the message. And that'll be that.
Also,
Guys.
I lost a save.
YEA YOU READ THAT RIGHT.
IT WAS 3:30 AM
and I was just about DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER before my computer decided it wanted to restart. FUFFFUFUUUU RAGES *KEYSMASHES* this fic is cursed I STG
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