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Seto landed face down on the bed, Yami climbed in after him pinning him down.

"You have great taste you know?" Yami mumbled as he worked his shirt off. "She was very beautiful." He felt Seto shiver under him as he unhooked his belt. "I wasn't lying when I said she'd do anything to be with you." After securing Seto's wrists together and to the top of the bed with the belt he started on his pants.

Seto thrashed and tugged at the restrains trying to buck Yami off. It didn't work. Yami only placed his knees into the backs of Seto's thighs and held him down.

"You shouldn't fight, I'm helping you. The girl's too soft, she'd give into quickly and you'd get bored." Yami, now naked, leaned over Seto's fighting form and ground the proof of his desire into Seto's lower back. "You need someone who'll," Yami spoke in a whisper running his tongue along the back of Seto's ear, "fight back." He clamped his teeth around Seto's ear, bitting down hard enough to break the skin.

Seto screamed in pain. The figure above him pushed on his head directing his scream into the pillow. A tongue lapped up the blood from his ear then moved down. A sheet of sweat coating Seto's skin allowed Yami to slide down his body.

"That stupid bitch doesn't deserve you." Yami mumbled against the back of Seto's neck, his breath ruffling the short hairs there. Running his lips down Seto's neck to his shoulders, he traced his hands down Seto's sides stopping to grip his hips. Yami nudged Seto's long legs apart to kneel in between. "Get on your fucking knees," he commanded growling into Seto's ear. Digging his fingers into the crease above Seto's thighs Yami pulled him up. Seto helped in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

Yami reached down touching his own erection, grazing his fingertips over his length to ease a little bit of the tension. There was something about the control freak CEO being helplessly bound and in a position that screamed 'take me' that made Yami harder than he'd ever been.

Leaning forward he licked the sweat off of the back of Seto's thigh working his way up. The body under him moved into the touch. Yami smirked then bit into the meat of Seto's left butt cheek hard enough to bruise the skin. Seto gasped then yelped as Yami gave the right butt cheek a health smack.

"Like that huh?" Yami said smiling. "That bitch in red would never do this." This Seto torture was fun and all but a sudden throbbing between his legs urged him to get to the main event. He put his fingers in his mouth wetting them then leaned up over Seto's hunched body. His wetted fingers traced Seto's crease then circled his opening.

Licking Seto's shoulder he panted, "God I can't get enough of your skin." Bitting down on his shoulder; marking him, distracting him, Yami plunged two fingers in. He should have started with one but he knew Seto could handle it.

Seto buried his face in the pillow moaning into the fabric at the intrusion of teeth and fingers. Yami's skilled tongue rubbed circles on the reddened flesh on Seto's shoulder as his fingers moved in and out stretching him.

It was too much, he needed that tight heat around his fingers to be around another part of him. When he removed his fingers Seto whimpered at the loss of contact.

"You're uncharacteristically quiet, he wet his fingers again and rubbed his member, wetting it as well. "I think I want you to make more noise," he pressed the head against Seto's opening. "I think I want to make you make more noise." With the saliva as lube and the small amount of stretching, Yami pressed into Seto with one quick smooth motion.

Yami hissed in pleasure at he tightness Seto pulled at the belt holding his hands and bit into the pillow at the pain.

"See," Yami looked down the length of his body seeing the joining of their bodies. "This is better than anything," he pulled out slowly, "that dancing bitch," almost pulling out he swiftly jerked forwards slamming back in, "could do for you."

Unexpectedly Seto thrust back to meet him. "So that's what this is about," he spoke finally, "Some kind of jealousy" he looked over his shoulder smirking at the other teen.

Maybe it was the statement of maybe it was that smirk but Yami lost it.

"Jealous," he screamed moving back again only to slam back in, "Of what, some bitch who's name you can't even remember." Yami thrust in as hard as he could pushing Seto's face into the pillow.

Moving his head to the side to keep from suffocating, Seto listened to the grunts of the man above him. He tried his best to push back to get Yami to hit that spot inside of him that would bring some pleasure to his pain.

Yami dug his nails into Seto's hips jerking his hips back as he thrust forwards. Pounding harder and faster he changed his angle slightly.

Finally, Seto bowed his back resting just his forehead on the bed. He cried out in pleasure as Yami ruthlessly slammed into him, nudging his prostate with every movement.

Taking his hands from Seto's hips, the spiky haired teen placed one around Seto's straining erection and jerked him hard. "Tell me her name?" Yami demanded giving Seto another hard pull making him grunt in pain.

Seto didn't say anything just thrust back on to Yami and forward into Yami's clenched fist.

"Tell me her fucking name," his other hand moved to Seto's hair jerking his head back as far as his back and bound hands would allow. "What. The. Fuck. Is. Her. Name?" he yelled into Seto's ear thrusting in time with every word.

"Ahhh...Yami I'm gonna...I'm gonna...shit...Yami...ahhh." Seto was close, so close. The erratic movement pulling Yami in and out of him was getting to be too much.

Yami almost didn't realized what was going on. He was losing himself in anger, lust and Seto's almost too tight body. "Oh no you don't," Yami wrapped his finger and thumb around the source of Seto's need and held him at the edge of ecstasy.

"Ahhh. Let go dammit," Seto howled thrusting harder to gain release.

"Not until you tell me her name God dammit." Yami leaned over Seto's back, his forehead resting on a sweat covered back. He didn't know how much longer he could last. "Her name, fucker." Yami squeezed Seto painfully and slammed in to his body hard enough to sent Seto into the headboard.

"Ahhww," Seto's head crashed into his bound hands cushioning the thrust into the headboard. His wrists were stinging, the ache between his legs was unbearable, and the saliva lube had long since rubbed away. Hearing Yami's desperate pleas weren't worth the pain.

"The name," another hard thrust "her fucking name," Yami's throat was raw and his voice desperate.

It was over it was all he could take. He need to come and he needed to come now. "NAOMI!..." Seto screamed as loud as he could startling Yami.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Yami loosened his grip fisting Seto as hard and as fast as possible. Tugging, sliding, the dry friction sent Seto over the edge.

"Naomi...Gods...Naomi...Fuck...Fuck...Naomi," he wailed spurting his seed into Yami's fist.

The rhythmic clenching and unclenching of Seto's lush walls pulled him over the edge. With one last hard thrust that drove Seto to his stomach Yami emptied himself into Seto's unyielding body.

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Author's Note: This is my first lemon. Except for some choice words or phrases this lemon is mostly the same as how I originally wrote it for Adult Fanfiction. There is one more chapter after this one.