Part two of Date With A Serial Killer.

Warning, full on lemon.

15! - Night With A Serial Killer

One year and two months after Yami's revival from his coma.

Atem returned to the table after a few minutes, and sat down quietly back in his seat. He looked over at Yami, and saw that he seemed baffled by something. He then looked over at Heba, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. That was unusual, what was bugging him? And why was the atmosphere suddenly awkward and quiet? The Egyptian rose a brow while clearing his throat, trying to get their attention. It seemed to work, as Yami lifted his head and turned his way. He seemed almost relieved that he came back. Did Heba bother him or something? "Oh, you're back. Thank goodness...Um," He looked at Heba slowly, who in turn, looked back while touching the tips of his fingers together nervously. Well, more like playfully with a half light-hearted grin. "Heba, wanted to ask us something."

"Um, alright." Atem said steadily. What was this about? "Well, spit it out."

"Sure," Heba responded nicely. "My favor from before. I was going to request a threesome with the two of you." His voice was slightly decreasing his volume towards the end of his sentence.

At this, Atem just furrowed his brows with a squint of his eyes. He wasn't shocked like they thought he'd be, he was just a little put off by it. Probably because it was basically having Yugi ask them for a threesome, even though they had one every other night. For Yugi to be someone else to ask that, it was a strange, that was for sure. So Atem was a little caught off guard, but he wasn't really against the idea. "Err," He darted his gaze somewhere else. "I don't mind, actually." He began to say, making Heba's face lighten up happily. "I, can't say I don't like you." He closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "You're annoying but, you're not insufferable." As he said this, Yami started to smile to himself. Didn't he say something similar to that when he confessed his love for them? "So, I don't really mind at all. But," He opened his brimstone smothered eyes back at him. "Only if it's okay with Yugi."

"Don't worry, we already had a looooong talk about it. He pities me, and he wants me to be a little happy for once. He came up with this idea for me to have a date with you two so I could spend time with you, but I wanted it. I suggested his permission to have a threesome with the both of you, should you accept my request. I just wanted your consent this time, and for it to be a little special." He briefly explained with a little excitement.

"Well," Atem muttered. "That's fine, I guess. And a little flattering, but I think I understand why you wanted this." He leaned his arms on the table. "You're lonely, right?"

Heba nodded once, with a self-sympathetic expression on his face. He didn't need to respond, the look in his eyes told it all.

"Loneliness, is something we all understand too well. If Yami's okay with it, I'm all for it." As he finished his sentence, he turned his head towards Yami. The man blinked several times before scratching behind his neck and putting his empty glass down.

"I...Don't mind either. And well, the times we did have sex without our knowledge was pretty great, so.." He shrugged. "I don't see why not. It doesn't have to be the first time either."

"Ah," Heba smiled warmly with a genuine ray of happiness overcoming him. "I can't thank you enough. You both actually accept me." His voice sounded as if he flew to heaven right from his seat. He sounded so grateful and breathlessly ectastic.

"I also meant to mention that," Yami suddenly interrupted his self-celebrating. "For a serial killer who's committed mass genocide, you act seriously normal. Maybe a bit mischievous and rude, but not psychotic." He pointed out casually.

"Oh, I understand. You think most serial killers are evil. Well, that's not really true, at least not in my prospective." The man wearing their lover's face leaned over the table with his elbow leaning on the surface, and the back of his hand underneath his chin. He was smirking, his impish nature was nothing but obvious. "The reason why I don't seem psychotic is because we 'psychopaths' blend in very easily. Most psychopaths aren't necessarily evil. I mean, you might think of us as evil, but we're not. We don't think what we're doing is wrong. A lot of us have good intentions." He closed his eyes with a silent sigh. "I'll confess something to you both if you promise not to judge me, or hold it against me."

Atem made a bitter laugh and flagged it off. "We've all sinned, so we don't have the right to judge a serial killer. Say whatever you want."

"Alright then." Heba opened his eyes, and the beast he repressed took one foot out of that locked door. The door Yugi sealed up and kept hidden away for years. The door that was concealed with metal chains, locked with several keys. The monster that was inside of that door, the door to this persona, was the very thing you feared under your bed. The very thing that stared at you as you slept at night, waiting for the right moment to kill you in cold blood. They felt this aura, and they could sense that monster. Heba wasn't kidding. Last time they met, he said he had a repressed monster inside of him that he wasn't allowed to let loose, unless Yugi ordered him to. They felt it entirely, even though this wasn't even him at his full capacity. Forget their training, forget what they were taught. Unlike Heba, they still had morals.

No, they could tell this person had little to none.

He was a true monster.

And what he would say next, would prove that ten fold.

While slightly backing away by leaning back in their chairs, Atem and Yami's eyes lit up with caution, sensing danger. Heba's smirk didn't go away, it only seemed to grow bigger. "In my lifetime, I have committed thousands of burglaries, robberies, larcenies, arsons and murdered at least four hundred human beings. All in less than twenty years of age. For all of these things, I am not in the least bit sorry."

Though his words put a horrible taste in their mouths, Yami wanted to protest to that. "And, that..may be true, but you didn't kill children. You still had some kind of morali-"

"Morality?" He tilted his head slowly with a hysterical expression. "Morality...?" He covered his mouth and began to laugh. His laugh wasn't loud, but it didn't have to be. He didn't need to sound like an evil mastermind, he still sounded just as twisted and disturbed. Yami felt Atem become tense, and his eyes looked as if they were glowing with blood-red intentions. He felt him grab his thigh tightly, gripping it while his body posture seemed ready to attack. That, would be very bad. Just as Atem was about to move his legs to get up, Heba's laugh turned more, innocent. "Heheh," His face started to turn pink around his cheeks, and he looked a little sheepish. He was scratching the side of his face while smiling bashfully. "Yeah, I couldn't hurt a kid. No child deserves to be hurt, even if they're a brat. I guess I got a small soft spot."

To this, Yami whipped his head at Atem, giving him a glare that demanded for him to calm himself and sit down.

Heba didn't even seem to notice, and just continued to smile and chuckle. "I dunno, I was used to taking care of kids when I was younger. Even when I was little myself, I had to take care of everyone else. I was the big brother for everyone, you know? So, I wouldn't dare hurt a child. They're too innocent, and they've got bigger futures at hand. There's too much at stake for them." He then made a face of joyful remembrance. "That's why I took care of Yugi like my own. He deserved better. All kids do." He then gave his attention to Yami and Atem. The latter seemed more tense than the prior, so he chuckled to himself. "Well, well, well, the look in your eyes is quite terrifying."

The Egyptian continued to stare at him with an aura of unpredictability. He didn't say anything back.

"Haha. Don't worry, I promise I'm not that kind of guy anymore. So put the fork down," He said while holding up his hands defensively. Yami flinched when Atem slowly dropped a metal fork onto the table. He was going to try and stab him with it. "Remember, I already told you. Yugi wouldn't allow me to do that. He'd kill me himself if I even tried. Like I said," He held up a finger, like a teacher reminding them about homework. "Just don't piss him off to the point where he wants me to kill you. Okay?" He kindly said. "Oh and, your malice is showing. You're freaking Yami out over there."

"..!" Atem seemed to have snapped out of it when he said that. He looked over at his other boyfriend, who looked very concerned. He apologized quickly and looked away. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"Heh, I riled you up. Didn't mean to do that, so I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you both in a bad mood."

"No, It's fine. I just, you-" Atem stammered. "You, awoke something in me. Something I put away for a while."

"You're killer instinct. I can tell. Now," He rose a brow. "After I told you both that, do you hate me?"

They both shook their heads soon after he asked. No hesitation, they didn't hate him. They didn't have a good reason to hate him. Yeah, he was a monster but, Yugi had him on a leash. A tight one, it seemed like.

"Good, good! I thought I screwed up for a second."

"No, it's cool." Yami said with a relieved sigh as he stood up from his chair. "Come on, we'll check into the room and get ready." He held out his hand for Atem, who grasped it and stood up with a grunt. Yami then took the check book and placed the appropriate amount of money, plus a nice tip, inside it. He then walked around the table and held out his hand for Heba. He looked at the hand with a perplexed expression, before looking up at Yami. "Like Atem said, we've no right to judge you. Even if you've done worse. We're all in the same boat, but the past is behind us. So come on." He said with a smile of his own.

Heba was shocked by his choice of words at first, before it fell into a calm state of gratitude. Before he stood up and grabbed Yami's hand, he said one more thing. "I can't thank you both enough."

He was really accepted, even at his worst. That was their test, and they passed.

They still liked him.

He couldn't be happier.

They entered the extravagant hotel room suite. Yami would have normally ordered a romantic suite, but he would only order one if they were staying for more than one night. They were only staying for the night, and would leave the next day to go home. The suite was of course one of the more spacious sized rooms, with appropriate living arrangements. They had a big king sized bed, a sweet living space, a hot tub in the bathroom, and a nice little kitchen and dining area. Once they got in, Heba looked around the room with awe and wonder. It was probably his first time being inside a luxury hotel room. Well, technically...

Yami asked if they wanted to relax a little first before doing it. Atem said that he just wanted to do it. They could relax and end up falling asleep afterwards. Heba agreed, saying he was anticipating this for a while now, and he didn't feel like being patient any longer. They were more than eager, so Yami just suggested that they go in the bedroom and take off their clothes to prepare. When you enter the building, you have the choice of ordering a room first, before getting dinner. You can even schedule for breakfast the next day, if you so desire. When you order a room, you need to have your luggage already with you to be taken and escorted to the room you ordered. So when they walked in, their bags were already inside of the room by the front door.

They all only brought a small single bag of luggage each to carry another pair of clothes. Atem sorted their clothes out, but Yami was the one who packed all of the necessary preparations in his own bag. He packed the lube and condoms they more than likely wouldn't use. He walked over to his bag and bent down to grab it. He unzipped it and began to rummage through it. Wait, what? He thought. That was odd. His face scrunched up in confusion. Why was there scented candles in here? And, why was there a pack of rose petals in here? And...was that body oil? The hell? He didn't put this stuff in here. With the bag in hand, he walked over to the bedroom and peeked in the door.

"Um, did either of you put something in my bag?" He asked.

Atem looked over at the door way while unbuttoning his white shirt. "I only packed your clothes. After that, I didn't touch it." He said sincerely. Yami then narrowed his eyes and looked around the room for Heba. It seemed as if he wasn't there. "If you're looking for Mister Genocide," Atem pointed over to the bathroom door while continuing to undo his shirt. "He went to prepare himself in the bathroom."

"He wanted to freshen up?" Yami questioned dubiously.

Atem shook his head. "I don't think so. I think he might be talking to Yugi."

"Hm," The other looked downwards. He probably wanted to make sure it was okay one last time before it was too late. "Actually, I think I might know who put those extra things in my bag."

"Yugi?" The Egyptian guessed.

"I think that's right. He wanted Heba to do this with us, so he probably wanted him to experience what it was like to actually feel love. He wanted us to make it romantic for him." He smiled to himself. Yugi was truly a kind soul. He was still so loving and forgiving to the very person who betrayed him. Sometimes, he was a little angel. Atem made a small chuckle.

"Cute." He replied softly as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room. "Hurry up and take off your clothes, pretty boy. I don't feel like waiting for you."

"You know, I'm genuinely surprised you're still up for another pounding." The abnormal eyed man smirked. This made Atem cease his movements from undoing his pants, and gave a stern glare at Yami.

"We'll see who's getting fucked tonight." He challenged. The other continued to smirk, and began turning and walking out of the room to put his bag back at the front door.

"Yeah, we'll see." His voice echoed away as he left.

Atem then gave his attention back at the bathroom door that was connected to the bedroom. He stepped over and leaned his body against it, while putting his ear up to it. He was trying to hear Heba from the other side. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on any noise that could be heard from inside of that room. He heard some mumbling, then some shifting. Like, someone was moving around on a toilet seat. Then he heard sounds of happiness, like light laughter and sighs of delight. Was Heba talking to himself? With a steady breath, Atem held up his fist and tried as best as he could to knock gently on the door. Thankfully he managed to do so. Sometimes he couldn't control his strength, he was heavy handed.

"Heba? Are you okay?" He called. "Do I need to come in there?"

...

Nothing. He didn't respond back. Were they in the middle of altering? Wait a minute, did he hear arguing? It sounded like hushed angry whispers. It was as if someone was really spazzing out in there, but they didn't want to be heard. Atem for the life of him couldn't figure it out who it was that was talking. He heard both Yugi and Heba's voices, he could tell because of the shift in tone of their vocals. They sounded as if they were going back and forth.

He knocked on the door again, a little quicker this time. "Hey!" He called out louder. "You okay in there?"

Suddenly, the knob of the bathroom door turned, and slowly opened. Atem leaned off of the door as it opened, and took a few steps back. A bare pale foot stepped out, and a hand was holding onto the door on the other side to pull it back. A head poked out, and from the look in their eyes, Atem could tell it was Heba. He just gave him a simple smile and stepped out before shutting the bathroom door behind him. Though he was smiling, he looked a bit troubled. The Egyptian raised a brow and eyed him up and down. He wasn't wearing a shirt, he probably took it off before he went inside. All he was wearing was pants, just like Atem. They had already threw their shoes some where a while ago.

"Everything alright?"

"Haha, yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. Yugi and I were discussing some things." He admitted. "We were just going over our agreement to do this. He wanted to make sure I wouldn't try anything crazy like, try and steal your love away or something. Plus, I needed to make sure he was absolutely okay with me doing this."

Atem nodded. "I understand, but we'll talk about that together later." He said before turning his back towards him and walking over to the bed. This made Heba speechless. Why did he want to talk about that with him? Before he could even ask, Yami entered the room again. He was completely nude, holding his clothes and a few other items in his hand.

"Uh, hey Heba?" He walked over to the bed as well and sat down, displaying all of the items he was holding on to the sheets while throwing his clothes somewhere. The scented candles, body oil and rose petals were there as well. The other two men stared at the items with amused expressions. "Did Yugi put these in my bag?" He asked slowly. To this, the former serial killer held up his hand and dragged it over his face.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry about that guys." He grumbled with a flushed face as he grabbed the unwanted items and roughly placed them somewhere on the floor. "Yeah, I know for sure he did that. He wanted to make this super special for me, so he went out of his way to bring that stuff. He knew if it was in our bag, I'd take it right back out." He walked around the bed and threw himself on top of it. He turned to his side and sighed blissfully. It was so soft. "We don't need that junk, all we need is lube."

"I see," Yami said with half of a smile. "Hold on for a sec, I need to make sure this is the right kind.." He trailed off as he went over to Atem and grabbed his arm to pull him aside to the corner of the room, while Heba relaxed. "We're lucky." he exclaimed quietly in a whisper. The Egyptian nodded in agreement.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking. We're lucky that this is only one personality Yugi has. Or rather, the only one we know of."

"Yeah. We could have gotten much worse."

"Definitely."

"He, really wants us to like him. But he also wants to like us, too."

Atem looked over on the bed to see Heba looking up at the ceiling in wonder. "I just, can't believe that was the personality of a legendary serial killer."

"Me either, but he sure has the malice of one. Maybe after this, we'll ask him why he did such a thing."

The ex-D75 agent nodded, making a sound of agreement. "Mn." He shrugged. "Let's do this, then."

"Yup."

Atem stepped away from Yami and stood in front of the bed. This gained Heba's attention, making him look over and roll onto his stomach to get a better view. The red eyed man steadily rubbed the palms of his hands down his lower torso, all the way to his waist line. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of both his pants and boxers. He could tell Heba was watching attentively. His eyes were growing hungry. Then, Atem unzipped his fly, and began pulling down. He dropped his pants onto the floor by his ankles, revealing his large shaft. To that, all Heba could do was whistle while muttering 'damn' to himself. His caramel coated body was so yummy-looking. His skin actually looked edible. And his little one had a shade of dark chocolate to boot. His tattoos were beautiful as well. He watched him crawl onto the bed to get a little closer. He sat himself next to Heba, while raising his arms behind his head and leaning back comfortably. He was staring at him the whole time while he did so. What a tease.

Yami stretched his arms over his head to try and get his muscles relaxed before getting on the bed. But as he stretched, he gain the attention of both lovers, glazing their eyes all up and down his entire form. He sighed softly before putting a hand on the bed and pushing himself upwards to get on top. He scooted himself closer to them, and sat comfortably with his legs crossed. Heba liked what he saw on him as well. Vanilla creamed skin tone, with those two fresh tattoos decorating his muscled forearms. When Heba went to the bathroom, he saw that Yugi had his tats on his neck and his left arm. It was strange to see it on a body he had to share. But, he was kind of happy they all had them. It made him feel even more comfortable, like he fit in.

Yami eyed Heba's pants with a glare. He wanted him naked like everyone else. He went to make a move to reach over to him, until he flinched and told Yami to stop. "Not yet." He quickly held up a hand to him. "I wanna go over what we're doing first."

"Err," The recent D75 recruit stammered. "Good question. Well we definitely want to do what you want." He looked over at Atem, who was nodding his head silently. "Since it's technically your first serious time with us, you tell us what to do, okay?"

"I'm the boss?" The genocider grinned. "Heheh. Okay then..!" He then darted his gaze to both men with a creepy, perverted smile. He pointed to Yami. "Yami, you'll bottom this time. Think of it as payment for the pounding you gave him earlier. Atem will take you." He declared cheerfully. This made the other just groan while the Egyptian laughed at him. "Then, I'll take a turn."

"Fine..." Yami rolled his eyes.

"Good. For now, I want you both to make out and touch each other in front of me. But only that, nothing else until I say so." He then gestured for them to do as he said, pointing to them both towards each other. "Go on." He encouraged.

Atem had absolutely no problem with that. He gripped Yami by his shoulder and yanked him closer. He put his fingers on his lips with his other hand to caress him, and leaned closer to him with his mouth ready. He pressed them against his own and closed his eyes with a growl. He pushed his body weight onto him, ending up putting him down on the bed with him on top. Atem rubbed his hands onto his chest, pressing the tips of his fingers on his nipples. Yami gasped in the kiss and arched his back a little. He was sensitive there. He reached up and wrapped his arms around his body. He pulled him even more against him, feeling his skin on his own.

As they groaned and moaned in each other's ears, they whispered sultry words to each other. The Egyptian broke one of their many heated kisses and leaned over to Yami's ear. He trailed thin kisses down his ear lobe, trailing to his jaw line. He whispered, "I love you," and sucked a small part of his neck to create a bruise. Another hickey for all to see. He gnawed his teeth in his skin, making sure it would turn bright red. He licked his skin, letting their limbs slip between the sheets of the bed. He continued to whisper to him. "I can't wait to destroy you, this time." He murmured lowly. "It's been a while since you were slammed against the bed.."

"You-Nm..Had me yesterday.." Yami tried to argue back, but his moans interrupted him halfway. "Ah..D-Don't put one there..! Everyone-Mn..!" He gasped when Atem chuckled darkly and nibbled against the side of his cheek. He made a small bruise there as well, but that one was more obvious. The other could be hidden with his collar, but this one would be seen no matter what. Unless of course he put some foundation on his cheek to cover it up. "Atem-! Damn you..."

"Please, I only sucked you off. Shut up, or I'll choke you." He huskily threatened. "Then again, you'll like that either way, won't you?"

"N-No way, you like that shit, not me-! Ah..!" He looked away with a small cry when Atem went lower and licked against his chest nubs again. He wasn't just licking them, he was biting them as well. He just loved biting, putting marks on his lovers to let everyone know they were his, and his alone. "S-Stop biting.."

"Nmm~" He hummed in delight as he sucked on one of them, and rubbed the other. "I almost forgot how good you taste." He leaned up from his chest and moved a little closer to give Yami another kiss. "I hate how much you two work. I can never have you both at the same time." He said as he resumed the kissing session. Yami rubbed his hands on Atem's shoulders, and let them run down his fore arms. He gripped them tightly, wanting him to come even closer. Then, the Egyptian felt something thick and fleshy hit his thigh as he moved more on top of Yami. It was starting to brush against his lower abdomen, so he broke the kiss and looked below them. Yami's erection was poking against Atem's leg, desperate for release.

The Egyptian smirked. "My," He licked his lips seductively. "You got pretty big after a few minutes of kissing and biting."

"Ah..Hnn..." The other was slightly panting. He wanted more, so much more that he couldn't even respond to his taunting.

"You're already panting? Haha. Well, I can't lie. I got hard too," He confessed, getting on his knees above his body and leaning his lower body forward. His own member was hard, sticking up and pointing right at his face. It was, more than just daunting, it was threatening. And yet, he wanted it. It's been a while since he was in submission, and now that he saw what he was dealing with, he actually wanted it to drive right into his body. It was beautiful.

To Heba, this entire scenario was beautiful.

He said it once, and he'd say it again. He never thought in his life that he'd be gay. And he never thought that he'd actually be happy to be gay. He didn't have anything against it when he was alive, he was just raised not to be one. But, he never really found anyone attractive. Any type of sexual offense was never his mindset when he became a criminal. He never cared about sex or romance at all before. He never appreciated the human body, for any gender. However, after being trapped with Yugi in one body, he then realized how gorgeous human bodies were. Especially these two men in front of him. He understood why Yugi loved them, and he understood why he loved their bodies. He needed to feel them and touch them, assert dominance and wreck them.

"Alright you two," He said as he watched them play with each other's lengths. "You can stop now, I think I'm hard enough." He looked up at Atem and nodded his head over as a gesture. "Take off my pants." He ordered. Ah that's right, he still had his pants on. Well that wouldn't stand any longer. They needed to be off. The red-eyed Egyptian crawled over to him and reached his hands down. He seized his hands into the waistband of his trousers and nearly ripped them off. After he roughly pulled them off and threw them on the floor, something sprung right in front of his face. His shaft was very stiff, and it was leaking wet. He was surprised he didn't stain his pants. He was pretty excited. Still, that thing nearly slapped him in the face. It was huge.

"...Shit." Atem mumbled to himself as he tried to process just how aroused this man was.

Heba blushed and made a small laugh. "Ha, sorry." He apologized. "You both were pretty hot, so, I guess I got a little eager."

"Hm," The tan one looked up and smiled. "How about I take care of it for you, then Yami can ride you?"

Heba twisted his mouth into an unsure frown. "Nmm, I kinda wanna do him another way...But I like the first suggestion" After he said that, he raised his hand and shoved it down onto Atem's head. He got a good grip of his hair and held up his length for him to suck. Atem loved the roughness, so he just smirked and happily opened his mouth. With the help of Heba, he placed his erection into his mouth and down his throat. With a gulp, he went up and down on his shaft. He felt the veins touch his tongue, his member pulsing and twitching. He tasted it all, everything functioning in his mouth at once.

Ooh, his mouth felt great. Wet and warm, with a nice suction. He knew how to do it well, too. He talked a lot of crap, but he was a little slut in bed. He massaged his head, feeling the locks of his black spiky hair. The blonde strands of his hair were trickling against his skin, that's how close his mouth was to his pelvis. He was taking it all in. He wasn't even struggling to gulp it all down, he was taking it like a champ. His eyes were closed, passionately sucking him off as if his life depended on it. Fuck, was this the treatment Yugi was getting all this time? He could get used to this, damn.

While moaning to himself with heavy eyes, he glanced over at Yami, who was touching himself. He was staring right at them, taking his hands below himself and hitting all of his vital places. He was rubbing his length in his right hand, but he was playing with his bottom with the left. He was starting to finger himself, desperately wanting someone to do it for him. He was getting off to them. Poor baby, he needed some help. "Hey, come over here." He sensually beckoned. "I'll help you."

Yami moved over to Heba immediately, wanting him to do whatever he wanted. He sat down in front of him and spread his legs a little. Enough for an opening. His face was very red, he was beyond embarrassed. He even looked away, too shy to look at Heba in the face while he was getting sucked off, and while he was considering to shove his fingers inside of him. The former serial killer sneered and held up a hand to Atem's face, his fingers specifically. Atem let the erection go from his mouth, and peered at the fingers curiously. He then closed his eyes again and placed his mouth on his digits. His tongue wrapped up and around his fingers, drenching them in saliva. He sucked them for a while before letting go and diving back down onto his member.

Heba saw how coated in spit his fingers were and looked down at Yami's bottom. He saw his erection still sticking up, and he was starting to drip as well. He lowered his hand and began to press forward with his finger tip. It grazed his hole, before pushing in slowly. He was being gentle at first, but that wouldn't last too long. He didn't really like the concept of 'gentle' and 'slow'. But he was sure they weren't too familiar with those terms either, and he loved that about them. He pressed his finger inside steadily, which made Yami gasp and sit right up. Heba watched his expressions, and continued pushing in and out. His speed increased maybe seconds after the finger was inserted.

He went knuckle deep in soon after, before pushing in another finger. Yami couldn't handle it that well, as he was making twisted faces of both pain and pleasure. Pain at the fact that he was a bit forceful with his digits, but pleasure because of that fact that it was getting closer to his spot. He wanted something inside of him, and fingers were all he was getting for now. He'd deal with it, and enjoy it all the way through. "N-Nghaah..." He inhaled sharply. "A..Ahh...Ahhaaa.." His legs twitched, and he was gasping at his coarseness. He was getting faster, and he was pressing his digits in with even more force.

"Nmm," Heba was trying to keep his own moans in, Atem was still sucking on him like a good boy. He deserved another pet on the head. As he ran his fingers with his clean hand through Atem's hair, he took his fingers from out of Yami's bottom and demanded him to spread his legs even farther apart. "Spread your legs out more." He then pulled himself out of Atem's mouth. "And you, no more. You'll make me cum too early. I wanna do that inside of him first."

Atem's tongue hung out provocatively, before wiping his mouth and closing it. "You talk real dirty." He smiled. "I love it."

"I could say the same to you." Heba complimented before getting off of his knees and sitting down normally. "Go get lunch." He pointed over to Yami. "After that, he'll get what he wants."

The Egyptian gladly obliged and crawled over to Yami. He seized both of his legs and held them up high. He leaned down to his bottom and stuck out his tongue to press inside of him. Yami gripped his fingers into the sheets and tossed his head to the side against the bed. "A-Ah..Yes, please..." He begged. That begging, Atem hadn't heard that in a while. After all, Yami didn't bottom for a couple weeks now. Perhaps a month or two, actually. It was always foreplay, or him dominating. The Egyptian also took his hand up to his pelvis and began rubbing his member, while still sticking his tongue inside of him. "Yeah...Fuck..A-Aah!" He cried with his eyes clenched. Atem was rubbing faster, and he felt his climax coming.

Heba stopped him just in time. He grasped his bronze shoulder and asked him to stop. "Stop." Atem did as he was told and took his tongue out from his body. He moved aside and allowed Heba to move in front of him, closer to Yami. He grabbed his legs and placed them on his shoulders. For them, this was the first time Yugi ever topped. Yet, this wasn't Yugi, this was Heba. Something told them Yugi would never really want to top, but now that they were technically watching it happen, they were seriously open to the idea. Maybe they could convince him after this. "Ready?" Heba whispered.

"Please." Yami emotionally pleaded. His face was so hopelessly horny, it was almost humorous.

"I love that face of yours." He smiled, before moving his hips towards him. His member was beginning to press up against his hole, making Yami tighten his hold into the sheets. The head was starting to push in, and it felt large. As he stretched, Yami gasped painfully. It was hurting, it's been too long. Heba noticed this and stopped. Though his pain was somewhat amusing to him, he knew it wasn't giving him any pleasure at all. He leaned down and kissed his cheek, rubbing his chest. "You okay? You gotta keep still and relax. It's been a while, so you're still really tight." He kindly advised. "I'm gonna push again, alright?" He warned. Yami nodded slowly, his eyes still shut while lightly panting.

Heba tried once more to push it inside. The more he pushed, the more friction and tightness he felt. It felt almost like the suction of a vacuum, damn it was tight. He felt like a virgin. Well, not that he would know what one felt like. Yami accidentally tore some of the fabric of the sheets with his fingers from gripping them so hard. He made a strangled noise of what sounded like discomfort. Heba was in heaven right now, making low moans. But he saw how distressed Yami looked again, so he stopped. He was almost completely in. He was about to ask if he wanted to stop, until Yami looked up with vortexed eyes. "W...Why did you stop?" He whined. Heba blinked in surprise.

"You're not in pain?"

"Hell no, not anymore. Please...Keep going.." He pleaded breathlessly.

"Ohhh..." Heba smirked. "Fine then." So that noise he made not too long ago was a sound of pleasure. Interesting. He thrusted the rest of his length in. This threw Yami's body into a brief moment of shock. His entire nervous system had chills from every end. He was going to make another cry, but his own reaction cut off his voice. Heba placed his hands down on either side of Yami's head. He looked at him dead in the eye before making another thrust. Yami moaned loudly.

"A-Aahh.."

The elder on top of him did one more thrust, and kept going without stopping. He made sure his pace was slow, forceful but not too forceful. Yami felt him enter repeatedly with a minimal amount of strength. He was trying not to hurt him, which he appreciated, but at the same time he wanted more. His insides were squeezing him, making it almost hard to move. With a difficult grunt, Heba retracted his hips and slammed himself in. Yami's legs shot straight up into the air while nearly screaming. He almost punted Heba's face in if he hadn't moved in time to dodge his feet. He quickly covered his own mouth so he wouldn't alert anyone to call authorities. Heba snickered to himself. He just couldn't get enough, could he? Dirty little thing...

"You like it that much?" Heba teased. He pulled himself out completely, and watched Yami's face to see his reaction. This would be entertaining-huh? Heba blinked. What was that just now? His eyes changed colors but it quickly switched back to the vortexes again. What was that color...? It wasn't purple, it wasn't blue. Shit. Wait, what was going on with him? Yami was smiling, and his eyes were half lidded. His mouth was open with his tongue panting out of his mouth.

"N-No.." Yami whimpered. "Put it back in, please...I want it-" He couldn't even finish his sentence. He reached his hands down and grasped his sack while stroking himself up and down. Heba's erection was that of a brick wall at this point. He knew Yami would beg for it back but, not like this. This was wonderful. Without another moment wasted, he put Yami's legs back on his shoulders and pummeled himself back inside. The man below him gasped as if someone strangled the life out of him. "F-Fuck," He hissed. As Heba moved his hips back and forth to hump the consciousness out of him, he ran his hands up his milk-like skin and seized his nipples with his fingers. He pinched them harshly, and pulled them. "Ah!"

"I need you to do me a favor, Yami," Heba spoke with an airy voice. He moaned a little and even made some small whines at Yami's tightness. He was still thrusting inside of him with his speed increasing, and the force growing stronger each time. His fingers and thumbs tugged at his nubs one last time before snatching them away. He squeezed his hand against Yami's chest, as if he was groping a woman. He gave a playful slap to it, before seizing Yami's arms and pinning them over his head. He could no longer touch himself as he was being pounded, and mewled with desperation. He wanted to touch himself so badly, why did Heba stop him? As he was wondering that, the man above him kissed his lips gently, and decreased the speed and force of his thrusts until he ultimately came to a stop.

He trailed kisses from the side of his mouth to the side of his face. After he kissed his cheek, and let himself make steady breaths against his ear. Yami's face was a deep red, and he could tell he couldn't wait any longer. Neither could he. All he needed to do was whisper one little word.

"...Call me daddy." He breathed.

He felt Yami buck his hips against him, making them both moan at the sensation. He was driving himself more onto his length. He lightly panted against him, opening his clenched eyes up at him. "Please, daddy..." Once he uttered that word, Heba slowly looked into Yami's eyes. He leaned himself closer, until both their foreheads were touching. He was staring deep into him, as if he was daring for him to say it again. The glint in his glower, was more than daring. It was dangerous, monstrous. That look alone was going to make him cum. He needed him to do something already, so he said it again. "Daddy." He whispered again, only that time, it sounded like a tease. "Fuck me, please."

He'd pay for that severely.

Before Yami knew it, Heba's shaft was yanked from out of him, and he was shoved even more onto his back. He watched Heba grip his legs and pull them over his head. His back was reclined straight up, while his legs were spread out over him. He didn't even realize he was that flexible. If he wasn't mistaken, this was a pose Atem would do from time to time when he practiced yoga. Damn it, what was the name...Halasana, or the plow pose, if his memory served him right. But how ironically true was the name of the pose, because he would surely be thoroughly plowed in the next few seconds. Heba's grip on his ankles were tight, and he was nearly standing completely up on the bed. He was looming over Yami with the most terrifying look in his eyes.

"You've got some fuckin' nerve, saying it like that." His voice was strange. "Say it again." He growled. That, didn't sound like either Yugi or Heba at all. That sounded like someone else. Like, another-No. Yugi only had two personalities, right? So why- "Do it." He started to grin.

"D.." Yami was actually a little fearful of his life right now. "Daddy-Aah!" Yami screamed, he couldn't cover his mouth in time. His member drove deep into his body soon after that. The bed creaked painfully from how hard his thrust was. His head was slammed against the pillow, and all he could do was watch helplessly as Heba gave him an experience he'd never forget. He thrusted in again, the motion was so rough but it felt so good. He did it again, Yami felt like his body was going to break. He was going to hit it, he was getting closer and he wouldn't be able to handle it if he did.

"I'm so sorry-" Heba managed to say, still in that weird voice "You did something to me...When your eyes changed color..!" He made another growl as he dove his length in further into his body, if that was even possible. "I-I can't control myself, Yugi's trying to stop me," He groaned when he pressed himself in again for the tenth time in a row, in less than a minute. "But I won't let him," He leered. "I'm not stopping until you pass out!" The killer exclaimed. In the back ground, watching it all, Atem's eyes shrank a bit. Was that even the same person? Was that the monster he showed them at dinner? He said Yugi was trying to stop him. Was that because he didn't have him on the leash anymore? He was losing control of him, and he was taking over. That was bad.

Or was it? From the look on Yami's face-

"Yes! Yes, yes fuck yes...!" He was loving it. He couldn't even keep track of his eye colors. They were going insane. One minute they were green, the next minute they were yellow, then blue, then red, purple, black...His own brain couldn't comprehend how much pleasure he was getting at once. He was sure he drugged himself by accident earlier, which in turn spread to Heba. That probably explained why he was going crazy right now. He really just didn't care, Heba just wanted to break Yami in half. No matter how many times his hips smacked against his bottom in one minute, it wasn't enough. He was serious, he really wouldn't be done until Yami came and passed out.

He literally wanted to fuck him silly.

"Ahh! Ah, ah..! A-Ahh!" He couldn't keep going, he couldn't.

He was going to-

Then, while he was thrusting, Heba took one hand off of his ankles and grasped his member. He jerked it a couple of times, before Yami's eyes widened considerably. He was cumming, he was- "...!" He couldn't even scream anymore. Heba hit his spot. He couldn't stop himself from spilling all over himself. He made choking and strangled noises, not even able to fathom how intense his orgasm was. His heart was going so fast, beating so hard against his chest. He was sweaty all over, and all his nerves were on a thousand. His legs shook abnormally, along with his entire body. Soon, his body collapsed and fell limp. His mouth drooled while his now serene and purple eyes, stared into nothing. Wait, he was crying. Jesus Christ, was the orgasm that strong?

Heba, with a new aura, pulled himself out of Yami for the final time, and let go of the hold on his body. His legs fell on the bed with no feeling. Yami was out of breath, panting as he stared into the wall of their hotel room. He, looked astonishing. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. White was dripping out of him, and Heba was making sure every drop fell onto his bottom. He rubbed himself a little more to get it all out. Once he did, he huffed and fell backwards onto the bed. As he laid on his back, he looked over at Atem, who was pleasing himself while trying to keep his moans to himself. That whole scene made him hot.

Thanks to his mutation, it wouldn't take long for Heba to get his stamina back up. All he needed was a few breathers, and he'd be ready to take on Atem. Originally, he wanted Atem to get a turn on Yami too. The plan was gonna change a bit since he was obviously down for the count. There was no way he could get up again after that. He sat up tiredly with a groan, before scooting himself over to the Egyptian. Atem flinched at his presence, to which Heba chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna jump ya." He said gently as he placed his hand on his knee. The other was still touching himself, looking at him hungrily as he talked. His red eyes were beckoning him. The serial killer held his hand up to caress his face, and leaned closer to kiss him. They shared a brief kiss, before sitting next to each other and leaning against the wall. "I didn't mean to fuck him that hard..." He mumbled.

"I know," Atem panted. "That damn chemical he spreads, it was his own fault. He accidentally put it in himself. Or hell, maybe he did it on purpose-Mmn..." He moaned. "I've never seen him act like that before. He's gonna fall asleep, and I know he's not up for another round." He licked his lips at Heba. "I am, but I don't want you to fuck me like that, alright?"

"Of course." Heba leaned his shoulder against Atem's. He kissed his cheek, and gave it a small lick. The Egyptian moaned, he liked that. "I wasn't acting like myself just then, but I promise I'll make you feel good too."

"I don't question that at all," He rubbed his caramel hand down the other's abdomen. Feeling his skin. For some reason, it felt like a different person. It even felt like it wasn't Yugi anymore, but it did at the same time. "But you don't know what loving is." He let go of his own length and moved to kiss Heba again, biting his lip for a few seconds before letting go. "You fucked Yami, you didn't love him."

Heba furrowed his brows. He was confused, wasn't that making love? Isn't that was people called it? "...I..I don't understand."

Atem smiled. "I know you don't." He rubbed his hand lower, touching his member with his fingers. "But I'll show you how to do it properly. How to really make love to someone." He moved his hand away and grasped his shoulders. He moved his body so that he was now sitting in his lap. "Loving isn't always about taking control, and asserting dominance," He said softly. "Love is allowing yourselves to be equally vulnerable, and equally in power." The Egyptian kissed his nose and grinded himself against Heba's shaft. His bottom was rubbing against him slowly. Heba moaned, and made a move to try and grab his waist, until Atem interfered. He stopped him by seizing his arms, so that he couldn't take control just yet. "While I do love sweaty, rough, hard sex," He said sensually as he continued to press his arse against his lap. "It doesn't hurt to be gentle once in a while." His hips moved hypnotically on his lower abdomen. Watching him move was so, tantalizing. "Like I said, maybe Yami wanted to get fucked senseless. But that's what he wanted. That's not what I want from you."

Heba was speechless. He didn't even realize his cheeks were turning pink. His words, were so alluring and poetic.

"I want, to make this special for you. I know taking Yami like that made you happy but, I want you to experience this another way so it can be even more special." Atem pressed his lips against Heba's again, this time placing his tongue inside. It wasn't rough, it was gently pushing against his own. Heba raised his hands to move, even with Atem still holding his arms. However, his grip loosened, allowing Heba some mobility. Instead of gripping his waist, he placed them on his bottom. He groped his cheeks with little strength. His skin was so smooth, like rich chocolate. They broke their kiss, and Atem whispered one more thing. "I'm going to make love to you, Heba."

...

"..Yes, Atem."

END - 15!

You missed me, didn't ya?

Yeah, this one was waitin' for months to be posted. I just wasn't ready. To be honest, I still don't think I'm ready yet, but I wanted to post a chap so badly. For anyone who follows both 95.I and HNR, I might be taking a longer break from the Sonic side of the site and return completely to Yugioh, temporarily. I missed my boys, and I got so many secrets and plot twists to throw at ya'll. Like I said before, this story is no longer just a compilation of one shots.

This is now something more.