Chapter Three: The Charisma of a Fairy Creature
"I thought you wanted to 'get your hands on me.' " Bakura protested in mock disappointment, idly slipping a hand down his bare self.
Frozen in place, Yami Yugi stared wide-eyed at the individual before him. There was no mistaking the utter beauty of the spirit of the ring, for the composition of his features were absolutely remarkable. His structure was clearly a masterpiece, as he was someone who possessed such rare splendor and style. This vision of loveliness had just significantly altered his acquaintance's perspective of him, displaying tender charms kept well hidden underneath the surface personality of a thief of graves.
Listening to Ryou's counterpart vocalize what he mentally conveyed to himself in his head, Yugioh sputtered, "I--I didn't honestly think that you were a--well--you know--"
"A 'tramp?' "
"Um, yes, I suppose that's the term I chose to describe you."
Faint chuckling escaped the mouth of the white-haired male, softening his feminine face. "That's quite all right. I understand your rationale on that one, Pharaoh."
Only inches away from the bed, the master duelist's cheeks flushed a scarlet hue. "I--I didn't mean to--to um--insult you in your own living quarters." Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he added, "If you want me to leave you--" Ruby eyes accidentally peered at the nether regions of Bakura's body, causing the Egyptian king to redden even more. "Uh, I should probably go back to my place now. I hope I didn't interrupt your nightly activities."
"Actually," said the purple-eyed person, rising from the silky sheets, "I was praying to Bastet for some assistance in that arena."
Glancing nervously at the approaching temptress, Yami Yugi crossed his arms rigidly in front of his chest. He had no idea how this situation came to be or even why he decided to step into the gloom he was engulfed in now. All he knew was that he was being held spellbound by the tantalizing spirit coming closer to him, positively enchanted by the fairy like creature's charisma.
Clearing his throat, the ruler of Egypt inquired, "Did the goddess answer your request?"
Bakura wrapped a thumb and forefinger around Yugioh's chin to permit their eye levels to meet. "She sent me you, didn't she?" answered the soul with amethyst orbs, tempting his acquaintance with a starry-eyed appearance.
"But--But how can I be of any use to you? I'm--"
"So tense…" murmured the white-haired individual, stroking the length of the puzzle spirit's arms. "…so extremely…stiff." Exhibiting a special smile for the master duelist, Bakura tugged at the tightly wound limbs. "Can't you loosen up a bit for me? I'm getting stressed out by just looking at you."
"Huh?" asked the ruler of the Nile, trying to decipher the context of the phrases spoken to him. Peeling his roving eyes off of his comrade's exterior, he caught a glimpse of what the other yami found to be unappealing. Immediately, he dropped his arms to his sides, unintentionally letting his guard down. "Sorry about that, I'm just not--"
"Used to anyone taking an interest in you like this?" finished Ryou's counterpart, smirking slightly. "I know that."
Understanding the depth of the silvery-haired male's statement, Yami Yugi shook his head vehemently. "No! That's not it! It's not true! Others have looked at me that way, too!"
"Oh, come on, Pharaoh!" countered the spirit of the ring while rubbing his rival's shoulders, "Everyone knows that you've never been taken before!"
The Egyptian king swallowed with great anxiety, fearing the response to his next question. "Everyone does?"
Bakura nodded, giving the master duelist a sympathetic look.
Yami Yugi heaved a distressed sigh. "I don't suppose you know who told people that?"
Slender fingertips worked their way over to the base of the ruler's neck, massaging the knotted flesh with wonderful finesse. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. You can thank your jealous high priest for that one, Pharaoh."
"What!" shouted the person with tri-colored tresses, instantly enraged by the information passed to him. "You mean to tell me that conceited, self-diluted, perfection obsessed, prissy child of a businessman--"
Cutting off the untamed string of name-calling, Bakura pressed his lips against his rival's mouth. Closing in the remaining space between them, the spirit of the ring slid his hands through the other duelist's gothic strands. Both of their sleek figures created a delicious sort of friction, making one another melt to the touch of heated excitement. Draping his arms around the Nile monarch's neck, Ryou's counterpart pulled him on to the bed.
Brushing his lips against the puzzle spirit's ear, the silver-haired individual whispered, "How do you want it done, My Lord?"
Pausing in the mists of sensual lovemaking, Yugioh furrowed his brow in confusion. "What does that translate to?"
"I just want to know what status you wish to assume while we're together." explained the violet-eyed soul, stroking the pharaoh's visage.
"Whatever title you wish for me to have is fine with me." responded the king of Thebes recklessly. "That's purely up to you."
"Really, now?" asked Bakura, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you want--"
Pleased with the suggestive answer he received, the silvery-haired person flipped the other millennium spirit on his back. With supreme ease, the violet-eyed male pinned Yugi's counterpart to the mattress, giving him no room to escape his clutches. The more the spirit of the puzzle struggled, the harder it became for him to even move. Entertained by the frivolous efforts the pharaoh used to try to wriggle out of his grip, Bakura's twisted grin grew.
"I'm stuck, you devil!" cursed the king of Egypt, still attempting to free himself from the tomb robber's grasp.
"I know, that's the whole point of bondage." stated the spirit of the ring matter-of-factly, enjoying the look of frustration on his playmate's face.
"Who said anything about doing bondage?!"
"Who gave me full reign over what takes place between us?" contradicted the amethyst-eyed male mischievously, his dark humor forcing Yami Yugi to continue in his objections.
"But I don't like being held hostage!" complained Yugioh in an agonizing tone. "It makes me feel--"
Another well-placed French kiss silenced the pharaoh's protests. Controlled by the will of wild desire, the spirit of the puzzle brought his legs up and set them around Bakura's waist. Together, the two millennium spirits thrust their hips slowly against one another's, delighting in the rough riding movements.
"Ah, Baku-san…" panted Yami Yugi, his lids half closed in heavy-lidded fervor. "I could come right here…"
"Not yet, My Lord." gasped the violet-eyed soul, prying himself out of his boyfriend's tangle of limbs. Seeing his love partner's upset frown, the snowy-haired person laughed. "Don't be so impatient with me…there's so much more we can achieve tonight."
Lowering his hands down to his rival's attire, the crafty tomb robber unfastened the leather-clad buckles on the constricting outfit. A few smooth maneuvers were all it took for the spirit of the ring to strip the pharaoh of his taut clothes, leaving a magnificently sculpted body underneath the leather material. Tapered fingertips ran themselves over the flawless flesh, caressing the velvety mass of skin.
"Mmm, who would have dreamed such delectable dessert was concealed underneath those glossy garments?" the amethyst-eyed person said softly, pleasured by the sight of Yugioh arching his back in ecstasy. "Shall I see what else you've been keeping from me?"
"Please…" was all the mighty pharaoh of Egypt could say between breaths.
With a ravenous smirk, Bakura loosened the belt at King Yugi's waist. Casting the material object to the side, the violet-eyed individual used one limb to unsnap his lover's pants while the other was commanded to unzip them. In no time at all, the skilled spirit of the ring laid his boyfriend out nude before him. The ruler of the Nile's frame glistened in the glow of the moonlight, pulling in oxygen for the events yet to come.
"So our last little expedition left you breathless, did it?" sneered the grave robber, amused by his lover's arduous breathing. "Let's see what the reaction to excavating this piece of history will be, then…"
Bowing his head once more, the silvery-haired male dragged his tongue across his boyfriend's front. Yami Yugi whimpered underneath his partner, writhing contentedly. Playing with the pharaoh's nicely formed upper body; the spirit of the ring licked the tip of Yugioh's anatomy. Thrilled by the intimate touching, the ruler of Thebes couldn't help himself from crying out.
"Uhnn, Baku-san!" moaned the puzzle spirit, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You like?" questioned the white-haired temptress, running his tongue over his lips.
Moving his head up and down quickly, the master duelist cried, "More! Please, More!"
Chuckling loudly, the white-haired individual gave in to the eager comeback. Opening his mouth, the silvery-haired male took the pharaoh's hardened flesh into his mouth. Sucking gently on the sex organ, Bakura allowed it to slip easily in and out from his throat. Deep, extensive groans erupted from the Egyptian king's voice box, indicating to his lover that he was well satisfied with the lusty session. Just when the tomb robber sensed that his boyfriend was on the edge of ultimate gratification, he removed the engorged skin from his mouth.
"No…no stopping…" huffed the puzzle spirit, winded from his lover's robust hold on him. "…can't stop now…"
"We're not stopping, we're just getting warmed up." Bakura informed his anxious boyfriend, stretching his limbs in preparation of the next phase of proceedings. Reaching into the gloom, the thief of graves presented an oddly shaped tube to his lover.
"What's that?" asked Yami Yugi, his tone thick with the need to release all the built-up tension he had stored within himself.
"A solution that will make things for efficient for me, and less harmful for you." clarified the spirit of the ring, spreading the clear gel on his own anatomy. Washing the length of himself with the cool substance, he capped the bottle and tossed it back to the general direction from whence it came. "There," said the silvery-haired male, proudly displaying his handiwork, "all finished." With a terrible smirk, he added, "I won't be able to hurt you too much now."
Emitting a feral growl, Yugioh flashed his boyfriend a sordid smile of his own. "Actually, I was kind of hoping that you would inflict a little damage on me."
"Yeah right!" snorted the egotistical spirit of the ring, "Like you could ever handle this!"
"Try me." countered the pharaoh, widening the gap between his legs.
"And what's that supposed to prove?"
"That I can handle anything you dish out to me." said the puzzle spirit, his lips forming a narcissistic smile of their own. "After all, you could be the one who has trouble dealing with me."
"Ooooh, is this a challenge I hear, My Lord?"
"It is if you're up for the task."
Gritting his teeth with both determination and uncontrolled abandon, the tomb robber drove himself into the pharaoh's passage. The virgin canal was gloriously tight, and Yami Yugi let out a loud yelp. Fastening his grip on the headboard of the bed, Bakura smirked with contempt.
"Should I pull out now to save you from crying?" chuckled the snowy-haired person, regarding his lover with a condescending expression.
Grabbing the sheets with fortitude, the Egyptian ruler exhaled. "Do that and you lose, Bakura."
"Well then, we can't have that happening." the spirit of the ring shot back, ramming his anatomy deeper into the king of games. "Let's see how long you can last against me."
Biting down on his tongue, Yugioh kept himself from making any other unnecessary sounds. After he adjusted to the tomb raider's length, he found himself enjoying the hard thrusting. Smiling blissfully, the master duelist returned Bakura's unruly affection by coordinating his hip swiveling with his lover's. Like brutish animals, the two millennium spirits rocked their bodies in unison, locked within the most intimate of embraces. Feeling the need for speed, the pharaoh commanded his boyfriend to work harder.
"Faster!" demanded Yami Yugi, on the verge of liberating his many layers of tension. "Gods, I need more!"
"Greedy bastard." mumbled the spirit of the ring, loud enough for the Egyptian king to hear. Smiling broadly, the pharaoh suckled on the elegant pillar of his lover's neck. Inflamed by the sensation of his boyfriend's teeth nibbling on his very skin, the thief of graves increased his momentum. "If you pass out, it's not my fault, Sweetheart." warned the snowy-haired male as he pulled his chest up.
With powerful, frenzied moves, the violet-eyed individual shoved himself back and forth out of his lover's body. Yugioh held on to the bed will all of his strength, the force of his clutch on the sheets turned his knuckles white. Pounding the ruler of the Nile with gusto, Bakura felt himself near the final stages of their encounter. Nevertheless, he kept up his desired pace for as long as he could.
"Pharaoh, this is it for me…" wheezed the spirit of the ring, shivering madly with pleasure.
"Me, too, I'm almost through myself…" admitted the king of games, licking his exhausted lips.
"Then let's do this together, shall we?"
"What? I didn't know you could work so well with others, Baku-san." jested the ruler of Thebes, barely hanging on to reality.
Bakura scowled at his boyfriend. "Cocky bitch."
Yami Yugi smirked. "Thanks for the compliment." he remarked sarcastically.
Suddenly, the snowy-haired male's face grew serious. "My Lord, I--I think I'm there now…"
"Glad to know it, so am I…"
"Let's finish each other off now, for good."
Losing themselves to the crazy throes of love, the two partners jerked their heads back at the same time. Bakura, digging his nails into the headboard, was the first to come in the furious lovemaking. Producing one last content moan, the millennium spirit spilled his seed in the same vicinity as where his hands were residing. Yami Yugi, letting out a massive yell, was given the pleasure of working off his unwanted stress. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the last thing Yugioh saw was Ryou's counterpart pulling out of him and collapsing to the covers below. In the rapid, yet dramatic air of fading passion, the endless realm of dreams finally consumed the master duelist. Turning over on his side, the silvery-haired individual watched the steady rise and fall of the pharaoh's chest. With a tenderness that only privileged individuals have ever witnessed, the amethyst-eyed male gathered up the bed sheets. Very delicately, he covered the sleeping form of the Egyptian king, bringing the satin covers up close to Yami Yugi's neck.
Regarding the spirit of the puzzle with a warm smile, Bakura said quietly, "In the beginning, you were my perfect prey. Now…" Violet orbs sparkled with the underlying basis of emotion, private feelings that he never showed towards another person before. "…now you're my perfect angel."
Embracing the resting ruler of the Nile, the white-haired male's eyes closed. Behind his very lids, images faded in and out of romantic evenings filled with star-lit skies, a shining crescent moon, and a kingdom resembling the Silver Millennium Palace where his significant other and himself would inhabit it for the rest of their lives.