Chapter One:

Joey got undressed and stretched himself languidly. "Ah. I think Yug's gonna have a great time, Yami. I think we all are, with or without Kaiba. And I hope that haunted house is worth the bucks, even if Kaiba's the one paying. I could use a good scare."

"I'm still not sure I understand the modern view of scaring yourself silly as a means of entertainment," Yami said, coming out of the bathroom.

Joey grinned. Yami absolutely hated slasher films. Though he was by no means scared of them--hell, if someone could face down the threat of an wretched eternity tortmented in the Shadow Realm without flinching, then Jason with a machete was weak in comparison--the constant bloodfest was something he detested.

"Aw, this is different than those horror movies, Yami. It's an adrenaline kick. Of course, you're already so intense and composed I'm not sure the point isn't going to be lost on you."

"Hmph."

"Hey, they say try it before you knock it. This is 5,000 years into the future, my Pharaoh. There's ages and ages of wisdom and culture you're supposed to aborb."

"Hmph!"

Joey laughed and put his arms around his koi. Yami had his arms folded, looking up at him with a frown. But his eyes told him he understood Joey wasn't being mean. He knew Joey loved teasing him over the fact he was over five-thousand-years old.

"Come on, old man. You old folks are supposed to be in bed by nine."

Yami growled softly. Joey knew when to quit and kissed his forehead. Yami relaxed and let his arms drop, resting his hands on Joey's hips. "Are you getting amorous? Such vigorous activity isn't good for an old man's heart."

Joey laughed out loud, pleased he'd managed to get Yami to insult himself, though he knew he'd probably pay for it later. He squeezed the supple, warm body against him. Yami was definitely anything but an old man. His chronological age might be up there, but he was young and nubile where it counted. "Well, honestly I was just planning on going to sleep, but if you're feeling...mmm...'up' to it, I'm more than happy to wear you out."

Yami rolled his eyes at the pun. "Sleep sounds good."

Now Yami was teasing. Joey thought. Yami's sense of humor was so dry sometimes it flew right over Joey's head. Subtlety was not his forte. "Hey, go to sleep if you want, but I'm having sex. I'd rather it be with you, but--"

He grunted as Yami punched him in the chest. In retaliation he picked up him and carried him like a bride to the bed. Grinning evilly, Joey tossed Yami down hard, jumping on him and pinning his arms down. Yami struggled beneath him, cursing softly in Egyptian as he was unable to move the heavier.

"Ooh, keep struggling, koi."

Joey groaned as Yami's wiggling made him rub against him. He bent to kiss him and Yami turned his face away. The scarlet eyes looked at him sideways, flashed with mischief and a little smile played over his lips. Joey was going to have to just take what he wanted. Oh, gods, the thought of 'forcing' Yami was already heating his blood. Their bedroom games were myriad and Joey enjoyed every one of them, never at all certain what Yami was going to spring on him beforehand.

"Fine, if you want it that way," Joey said, lowering his voice to a throaty growl. "I'm just going to have to have my way with you and leave you no choice."

He spoke the words in Yami's ear, delighted when he shivered. Yami was his uke, but he was the one in control. It was Joey who most often found himself trapped in a game of Yami's devising, begging for pleasure, sometimes in a role and sometimes just a helpless blond caught up in that scheming Pharaoh's latest imagination. Yami had a fine collection of toys and props in a long box under the bed, and even some costumes in the closet. He was a proper, well-brought-up royal out of doors, but in the bedroom, he was a complete sex fiend. Joey had been utterly, and pleasantly, shocked when he'd first tumbled Yami in bed and got a taste of what a sex life with him entailed. And hooked from the start. He loved him.

Joey nibbled Yami's ear, holding him down tighter as he struggled. Clearly he wasn't going to give it up easily. Now came the hard part as he tried to keep his hold on the squirming smaller and get the box at the same time. Yami played it too well and unbalanced Joey, who fell off the bed hard on his shoulder.

"Joey!"

Yami rolled to the edge and peered over before jumping off and crouching by Joey's side, who was sitting up and rubbing his arm and neck.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry!"

Joey laughed as he pulled the box out into reach before catching Yami's face between his hands and kissing him softly. "Stop that. Things happen. If I didn't know full well I had a wild little sex kitten on my hands, what would be the point? And now, Babe, I'm just going to have make it harder on you for that."

"Kitten?" Yami repeated indignantly.

He yelped as Joey swept his legs out from under him, catching him up in his arms and throwing him roughly back onto the bed. "Yeah, kitten. I think that's your new nickname."

He smothered Yami's annoyed response with his mouth. Yami closed his mouth tight, lips stiff. But Joey knew well how to read his lover after a year and a half together and knew when he was pissed and when he was back into the game. He licked slowly at the seam of Yami's lips, coaxing them open. Yami turned his head away again and now Joey pretended to be angry. He leaned harder on him as he struggled again, this time managing to get the box open as Yami eased his struggles in favor of his health. He picked out a pair of silk hankerchiefs and straightened up.

Yami's eyes glittered with excitement as Joey showed him the silks, even though he fought him as he tied his arms to the headboard. Joey took another silk and wrapped it around Yami's neck. His breathing was becoming quick and excited as Joey held the ends, only pretending he was going to strangle him. He pecked his lips and pulled the silk away from his neck, instead tickling him with the soft fabric. Yami whimpered and squirmed for an entirely different reason, biting his lip in order not to laugh and succeeding. Joey finally brought the silk hankerchief back up and tied it lightly around Yami's throat so that the fabric would brush against his skin when he moved. With a wicked grin, Joey slid off the bed and knelt by the box.

Wow, Yami had quite the collection, more than he remembered. As this was usually his property, Joey hadn't paid attention. He had vibrators of different shapes and sizes, padded handcuffs, different types of lube, cockrings, and a very weird contraption he'd never seen before that looked like a stiff and loosely-coiled plastic slinky. Joey had to stare at it for a minute before the design clicked. Hmm.

"Joey?" Yami asked plaintively.

Joey grinned and picked up a few items, crawling back up onto the bed. "Oh, I'm here, koi." He set them out on the bed, then unbuttoned Yami's pajama shirt, beginning to kiss his chest and belly gently. Yami moaned softly when he licked and sucked at his nipples, teasing them into hard points. He tugged down the bottoms and his boxers, sliding them all the way off and throwing them off the bed. Yami's throbbing erection greeted him and he purred lustfully at the sight of it.

He bent down and licked the tip. Yami's hips bucked and he moaned again. Joey sat up and grabbed one of the lubes. He spread it over Yami's cock, then picked up the coiled piece of plastic, carefully easing Yami's tip into it before pushing it down by the handle. Yami cried out for him, back arching. Joey knew the coil was to give the sensation of taking, though he'd never seen it before tonight. Letting go of it for a minute, he picked up a vibrator that had a curl to it designed to nestle as firmly against the prostate as possible. Joey lubed it after carefully stretching him and pushed it up inside of him, smiling as Yami arched again, indicating it was in the desired position.

He turned it on, taking ahold of the end of the coil and raising and lowering it. Yami groaned breathlessly, gasping as Joey gave it to him both ways. Joey moved the coil faster, watching with mounting lust as Yami writhed, panting.

"Oh, Joey."

Joey leaned down without stopping the movements of the coil, resting his lips again his ear. "You're going to cum so hard, koi. I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

Yami gasped and shuddered. Joey had taken a keen interest in ancient Egypt ever since they'd hooked up and had had Yami teach him his native tongue. His ancient-Egyptian was halting and his accent remained, but he'd learned and now he used it to torment him. He didn't usually talk so dirty, but Yami was so completely helpless. Between the vibrations against his sweet spot and the coil stroking his cock, Yami was already on the edge. Untying the third silk awkwardly with one hand, Joey nibbled on his earlobe, licked down the column of his throat, then kissed him as the sensations pushed him over the edge, swallowing his groan as he released.

As Yami's tremors subsided, Joey removed the toys, then bent and cleaned him up with his tongue. Yami squirmed again, gasping for breath. Joey gave him a moment to settle down. Yami's eyes were maroon now, cheeks flushed and bangs sticking to his forehead. Gods, he was sexy.

"Suck me," Joey ordered, keeping up with the game. He undressed himself, watching Yami's eyes wander over his body.

Yami looked torn between the desire to play and the desire to do as he was told. Joey reached up and untied the other silks, knowing putting Yami on his knees would make it easier. He took a fistful of his spiky hair, careful not to tug it too hard, and pulled his head down to his own aching erection. Yami's hands were splayed out against the mattress on either side of Joey's legs and he resisted, mouth sealed shut. Joey groaned with frustration, bumping the weeping head against his lips, then snuck his other hand behind him and pushed his fingers in deep. Yami moaned and then gave in, licking his head before slowly taking the length down his throat. Joey shuddered in pleasure, leaning back against his haunches as Yami bent over him, sucking feverently. Panting, eyes closed and head tilted back, Joey pumped his fingers languidly, then removed them, concentrating on his own pleasure for the moment.

He opened his eyes and looked down, watching Yami's head bob over his lap. Yami's own eyes looked back up at him, burning with desire. His tongue flicked against the vein in the underside of Joey's cock and the blond thrust against him carefully. He groaned loudly, held onto Yami's hair with one hand and the sheets with the other, his pleasure rising. The end crashed over him and he released with a swallowed and sat back as Joey allowed his fingers to slide from his hair.

Yami moved backwards and settled into the bed. Joey crawled up to snuggle with him, giving them both a few minutes to recover. After those few moments, he began to kiss and nibble every inch of Yami he could reach. Yami kissed him back, sighing as Joey pushed him back to lying on his side. But he grinned evilly and pressed his legs together. Joey tugged at them, trying to prize them apart, then reached down and grabbed a fluffy pair of cuffs, grinning as he cuffed Yami's hands together.

"Don't worry, Babe, I'll suffer, too." Joey snatched up a cockring and put it on, grunting a little in pain. Yami was watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, but kept his legs together. Joey reached down and drew his finger slowly up the underside of his erection. It had the desired effect, making Yami melt and his legs relax. Joey shifted to straddle his lower leg, raising his upper leg carefully to hook it around his neck, deciding to take Yami on his side for something different.

He took up the lube, and slicked his fingers, moving them down to Yami's entrance to make sure he was still well stretched. He lubed his cock, then pushed inside. Yami grabbed up the blanket and held it to his chest with his cuffed hands, whimpering as Joey began to thrust gently.

"Ahh...ahh..."

Joey grinned as Yami moaned, continuing his slow, deep thrusts. The cockring restricted him, making his erection throb with pressure, and he deliberately held back his own instincts to make noise to hear him. He continued his pace, leaning over Yami and wrapping his arms around him.

"Ohh...Oh, Joey..."

Yami squirmed and bucked, making Joey have to hold him tighter to keep him from moving too much. He chuckled in delight, kissing his ear.

"Damn, I sure got your motor running, didn't I?"

Yami nodded jerkily. Joey began to give it to him harder, increasing his pace. He lifted himself up, turning Yami over carefully without pulling himself out, hearing Yami wail at the new sensations. He held him on his back, his cuffed hands over his head with Joey's hand pressing the length of chain down, his head tilted back as he gasped, eyes closed. Joey kissed him gently, trailing his mouth down his neck, beginning to thrust again and hard.

"AH! Ahh, Joey!"

Wow. Yami was rarely this vocal. Joey had really gotten him worked up. He reached down and turned him over again, this time putting him on his knees, bending him over in a kneeling position and wrapping his arms tight around his upper half, holding his wrists and turning the thrusts short and sharp. Yami cried out, trying to push back and not having the ability to do so. Joey reached down further and began to pump him, feeling him tense towards his end. Finally he arched and came with a sharp scream. Joey gasped and stilled as his muscles bore down on him. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled out half-way, removing the cockring before slamming into him. That single stroke was enough and he came with a roar, feeling Yami shift at the wash of heat.

His lover collapsed, panting, and Joey undid his cuffs, tossing them and the rest of the toys haphazardly into the box. Exhausted, but well-sated, Joey gathered Yami up and spooned with him in the soft bed, pulling the sheets up over their sweaty bodies after removing Yami's damp top and throwing it to the floor. He nuzzled into the spiky hair, Yami completely silent now. Joey kissed his temple.

"That was fantastic," Joey said. "Gods, you were loud. I'd love to hear that more often."

He saw Yami smile tiredly as he leaned over him. "That had to be the best sex we've ever had. You'll have to keep up at that level if you plan on hearing me scream again."

Joey snorted, knowing Yami was getting a dig in at his lovemaking skills as payback for his earlier teasing. "Please, Pharaoh. I don't have to hear you scream to know you're enjoying yourself."

Yami yawned and Joey settled back down, keeping him tucked up in his arms. He could only imagine what mind-warping game Yami was cooking up now.