Author's note: Whoo. This is a little drabble I wrote for a friend--it's very short, and a little dirty-themed, but overall, it's something I'm quite proud of. Never wrote a drabble before, so tell me how I went.
Warning: Adult themes, language and shounen-ai.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Dedication: For Chibi Nao-chan.
Pairing: Darkshipping, Yami no Bakura x Yami no Yuugi.
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Blind Like A Bat
"Ouch! Stupid pharaoh, you put it in the wrong hole again!"
"It's not my fault! The damn thing isn't lubed up enough!"
"You're as blind as a bat! You can't see where your fingers are supposed to go?!"
"…No!"
Bakura rolled his eyes, growling slightly as he shifted, making it easier for Yami to access what he needed to.
Yami chewed on his bottom lip in concentration, wiggling his fingers slightly to try and brush against the small thing inside the tight ring his fingers were currently embedded in.
Bakura made a small noise, though Yami was unable to decide if it was in relief or pain. The crimson-eyed spirit dropped onto his knees, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as a result of his concentration.
Bakura groaned slightly, sounding as if he was in pain. "Pharaoh! Get that thing out of there, now."
Yami shot him a dirty look, continuing to probe gently with his fingers. "I have to get it, Bakura. Don't have a choice, hm?"
Bakura groaned again. "Hurry!" He squirmed slightly. "I can't take much more!"
Yami rolled his eyes and ordered, "Keep your pants on, tomb-robber."
Bakura hissed at him, baring his rather prominent canines. "It's a bit late for that now, pharaoh."
Yami chuckled to himself, his fingers gently pressing against the thing he was looking for, which made Bakura jump a little.
Bakura shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, causing his silvery bangs to fall in his eyes. He twitched slightly, one of his bat-spikes doing the same thing. "Just hurry! Malik will kill me if you don't!"
"…Like that's a bad thing," Yami smirked, which earned him a snort of disdain from Bakura.
"Shut up."
Yami smirked broadly, pulling his fingers out and putting some more lubrication on them, before slipping them back in the circular chamber.
As a result, Bakura groaned once again. "Pharaoh!" he hissed, clenching his eyes tightly.
Yami smirked at him, wiggling his fingers about, until there was a barely audible 'pop'. Yami removed his fingers, feeling rather triumphant. "There."
Bakura sighed with relief, pulling his sore fingers out of the exhaust pipe of Malik's motorbike. He eyed the tennis ball sitting several metres away from them before he said, "I'm never trying to get something like that out of there again. That's the last time we play handball near Malik's motorbike."
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A/N: ...Not what you were expecting, huh? Ahm... I'm not sure about how that was... Kind of... lifeless, I think. It needs more spiff, I reckon... I guess if you guys could drop me a review and tell me what you think, and how I could improve. I appreciate it. See you all at the next update!