Chapter Seventeen:
"Whew! Damn, it's good to be home!" Joey threw his suitcase down on the floor without ceremony, yawning and stretching his body to its last limit.
The suitcase was brand-new, along with everything in it. They all had lost everything except the clothes on their backs in the house fire. Kaiba, being more sensible than generous, had bought them all new clothes, toiltries, and suitcases the morning after the fire. Or, rather, had grabbed up a couple of lackeys and had them do the shopping after giving them a list of what they generally wore and their sizes.
Yami had followed him inside, setting down his own case with a lot more grace than he had. Joey groaned and flopped on their couch with a dramatic sigh, throwing his arm over his eyes.
"I think I'm staying right here for the next two days. International travel sucks."
He heard Yami's chuckle and moved his arm to look up at him. Yami had removed his jacket and was now taking his shirt off. Joey felt the usual tingle of lust, but he was so tired that he didn't make a move. It wouldn't be fair to pounce on him and then be unable to do anything.
"I'm going to take a nap in the bedroom," Yami said.
"I'm coming," Joey said, starting to roll off the couch.
"No, that's all right. I won't be sleeping long and I don't want to wake you up."
Joey smiled to himself, settling back onto the couch. Yami was always restless, even run into the ground. He shrugged his shoulders, nodding.
"Okay, Babe. I won't sleep long, promise. I'll be awake for dinner."
Yami nodded and headed into the bedroom. Joey wondered briefly why Yami had told him not to come in. Not wanting to disturb him sounded legit, but Joey knew Yami was catlike in his movements and he himself was a heavy sleeper; Yami wouldn't wake him unless he tried to. Well, he had a reason. After all that they'd been through, and the fact they'd been joined at the hip the last three days since the fire, maybe Yami wanted some alone time. He didn't blame him if he did, they'd had a lot of stress happen and now that they were safe and sound at home, it was time to get back to normal.
Joey only spent a moment mulling it over before closing his eyes and gratefully allowing himself to fall asleep.
When he woke up, it was almost dark outside. His body told him he'd been asleep for several hours. Yawning, he stretched out, getting up in stages and stretching again to work out the kinks. He looked around the apartment, but didn't see any sign of Yami. There was no smell of cooking dinner and no noise, so Yami must still be napping, which was strange.
"Yami?"
He headed down the short hall to the bedroom, seeing that the bedroom door was mostly open. Frowning slightly, he headed in, flipping on the light.
"Yami?"
A sudden attack from behind made him cry out in surprise. A strong arm wrapped tight around his middle, crossing over his chest, the hand gripping his shoulder. The other arm held a sharp knife against Joey's throat, so fast that he didn't even have time to think. Heart pounding, adrenaline skittering through his nerves, he didn't move. Normally he would have attacked back, but the knife...
"Mm, did I scare you, love?"
Joey let his breath out in a whoosh of mixed relief and confusion. "YAMI?! What the fuck are you doing?"
Yami rested his chin on his other shoulder, still holding the knife on him, red eyes glittering. Joey could just see his face when he turned his head, seeing the wicked delight in those eyes, surprised to see he wore something like a robber's mask.
"Well, I'm afraid you've surprised this burglar. Now, what am I going to do with you?"
Joey realized Yami had just begun a sex game with him. He was relieved and becoming aroused, as well as just a little irritated. He'd really thought he was being attacked and had instantly worried about his lover.
"You know, you could have answered me when I called you and still started this."
"I wanted to get your heart pumping."
"You sure did that."
Yami chuckled and Joey felt a soft bite through the material of his shirt at his shoulder. "Good. And now, the game. So, now that you've caught me, I'll just have to decide what to do to you."
Joey smiled, relaxing a little and letting Yami do what he wanted. It explained why he'd wanted to be in the bedroom alone, so that he could plan this after taking his nap.
Joey gasped as Yami suddenly moved the knife and shoved him hard with a hand at his back. He stumbled towards the bed, falling down onto it. He scrambled away from Yami like he was afraid of him, getting into his assigned role. He flipped over, crawling backwards towards the wall and finally getting a good look at his 'captor.'
Wow. His cock was suddenly throbbing as he saw him. Yami was wearing a pair of his black leather pants, but extremely tight ones that clung to his legs and hips before flaring out a little at the cuffs to cover the tops of his boots. He wore a black wool sweater that defined his torso, a pair of black leather gloves, and the trademark collar look he'd taken from Yugi. The mask was almost like Zorro's, covering his face from the bridge of his nose to the middle of his forehead, his spiky hair free of any hat. Attached to the belt around his waist was a small leather bag from which protuded a pair of wire-cutters, a screwdriver, and a thin blade that was supposed to be a glass-cutter. When Yami dressed up, he made sure to go the whole nine yards.
On the other side of his belt dangled a pair of handcuffs padded with black material. The sight of them made Joey sure he was going to be in for the long haul. Yami didn't tie him up unless he was planning on pulling an all-nighter. Two black silk hankerchiefs made Joey sure he was going to be gagged and possibly blind-folded for at least part of the night.
"S-Surely there's something we can work out," Joey said, adding the stutter on purpose and making his voice plaintive. Yami wanted a game, he was going to play it. "You don't have to hurt me."
Yami toyed with the knife in his hand, slowly twirling it by the handle. The blade glittered in the light. It was one-hundred percent real. That was the thing about Yami, authenticity worked him up best.
"I don't know," Yami said thoughtfully. "I was just going to make off with your cash, but now that you're here, maybe I'll take something even more valuable."
He lowered the knife, pointing the blade at Joey's neck. The eyes behind the mask gleamed in the lamp light.
"Strip."
"Y-You don't have to do this," Joey whispered, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He had to force himself to undo them in a reluctant manner, deliberately making his hands shake. He got them undone and slowly worked the shirt off of his shoulders. "Please, we can make a deal."
He let the shirt slide off his arms to the bed, then stopped, fidgeting with his hands in his lap like a real-life hostage drawing it out. Yami growled and made a threatening motion with his knife. Joey pretended to flinch and went for his belt and the fastenings to his pants.
"Please, let's talk about this."
"Shut up and take your pants off."
Joey wriggled out of his pants, leaving his boxers on. It was obvious how aroused he was, but they both pretended he wasn't. Yami lunged across the space between them, shoving Joey and forcefully arranging him to lay the right way, pushing him down onto the mattress. As he climbed up over his hips like a captor making sure his prey didn't escape, Joey had to admit that he was just a little bit nervous of the knife in Yami's hand. His lover handled knives like a professional assassin, but that didn't mean it dulled the anxiety over a real blade any.
Yami worked the cuffs off his belt, holding the knife to Joey's throat with his other hand like a burglar would. "Put your hands above your head."
"Please, don't do this," Joey whimpered, raising his hands obediently.
Yami snapped the soft cuffs around his wrists after hooking the short chain around one of the brass poles in the headboard. They'd chosen that headboard for this specific purpose as one of them got tied up a least twice a month.
Yami suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and claimed his lips in a rough passion. Joey moaned and didn't try to ignore the kiss, giving in to it entirely for the moment. Yami's tongue briefly slipped into his mouth in a quick taste before he pulled back and sat up on Joey's hips again, back in his role.
"Wh-What are you going to do to me?" Joey asked, trying to arrange his face into a frightened expression.
"I'll have to think about that," Yami responded.
He slid off the bed and over to the dresser, opening drawers and rifling through the contents like a real burglar. Joey watched the way his body moved in those clothes for a moment or two before becoming agitated. How did Yami resist lust so easily to play these games of his?
"Look, just let me go. I won't call the cops, I promise. You can--"
"Shut up!" Yami spun around, waving his knife. "One more word out of you and I'll cut your tongue out."
Joey shut his mouth, watching as Yami came back across the room. He put one knee on the bed, standing on the other leg and leaning over him.
"You don't seem to have too many valuables lying around. Are you holding out on me?"
"No, I swear. I'm just a poor--"
"Well, then I guess I'll just have to find some other way to make this worth my time. I have all night. You're here, all alone, and I can do whatever I want to you."
Joey wanted to tell Yami to get on with it, but he didn't. He shook his head rapidly against the pillow.
"No, please! Look, I can take you to the ATM, get you some money--"
"I'm not interested in money right now. Maybe later. Instead..."
He reached for Joey's boxers. Joey drew his legs up against his body and tried to twist away as best as he was able. Yami set the knife carefully on the dresser, then grabbed his legs, hauling them out straight as Joey carefully regulated the strength of his kicking. The boxers were yanked down, several of the stitches making satisfying popping sounds as they tore from the strain.
"Don't do this! I'm begging you!"
Yami ignored him, using the top sheet to tie Joey's ankles together and to one of the bed's legs. Stretched out, Joey was completely helpless. The look on Yami's face told him just how much his lover liked that.
"Please. Please, don't."
Yami reached down and pulled up his sweater, taking it over the top of his head and letting it fall to the floor. The pants and boxers went next after he'd taken off his boots, but he left the mask, collar, and gloves on.
"Can't let you see my face," Yami said as he briefly touched the strip of cloth. "Or then I'd have to kill you."
Joey bit his tongue against the response that Yami's hair and eyes made the mask rather pointless, just managing to stop his smart mouth and keep from ruining the game.
"No, gods, don't kill me. I'll do anything!"
"Now we're getting somewhere." Yami crawled up onto the bed, slowly straddling Joey's stomach. His cock twitched at the close proximity of Yami's ass, but he forced himself to remain still. "Anything, huh?"
"Yes, yes, just don't hurt me, please!"
Yami smacked him. The touch had been very light, startling Joey much more than it hurt him. Yami's eyes flicked over his briefly as he made sure he hadn't angered him before a cruel smile twisted his mouth.
"I'll give the orders from now on, got it?"
"Yes!" Joey nodded desperately.
Yami reached up and gripped his chin, his fingers digging into his jaw against his teeth. He leaned over until his face was inches from Joey's, warm breath fanning against his skin.
"Then why don't we start by you sucking me?"
Joey couldn't stop a faint groan as lust spiked, but quickly turned back into the frightened captive. He spoke with a little difficulty since Yami was holding his face.
"No, please."
"Do it or I'll cut you."
Yami snatched the knife from the side table with his other hand, bringing the point against Joey's throat in a heartbeat. Joey sucked in a breath completely unfaked, the suddenness of the deadly weapon against his skin sending a bolt of adrenaline through him again.
"Okay, okay."
Joey made his voice sound like he was just about sobbing, closing his eyes tight. He felt Yami shift over him and opened his eyes again, pushing his head further against the pillow like a hostage would before Yami's hand left his jaw to move to the back of his head, pulling him up, the knife moved away from his neck. Joey reluctantly opened his mouth and took Yami inside, making no teasing preamble beforehand to keep in line with the game.
Yami's moan of pleasure nearly had him stepping out of character. Instead, he sucked Yami tentatively, like he didn't want to do it. A short thrust of Yami's hips had him struggling to keep control of himself, tasting the muskiness of precum on his tongue. He bobbed his head lightly, making a whimpering noise. Yami began to slowly thrust against his mouth, low rumbles of enjoyment vibrating in his chest.
Joey couldn't stop himself from beginning to suck Yami off, watching the pleasure written across his face, taking it easily as he thrusted. Yami's breathing picked up, his eyes closed as he got closer and closer to his climax. His fingers tightened in Joey's hair, the knife held loosely at his side, forgotten. Joey swallowed when Yami finally came, licking his lips when Yami settled back, breathing heavily.
After a moment, Yami opened his eyes. He looked down at him with a smirk, raising up the knife. "Not bad. Maybe this will be worthwhile after all."
"You got what you wanted...right? Now you can untie me--"
"Hah. I didn't get nearly all that I want out of you. There's no use begging."
"But--"
Yami grinned and slid off of him. He crouched down on the floor, disappearing all but the uppermost spikes of his hair. Joey was growing frustrated. Gods, why didn't he just come back up here, unlock Joey, and let him fuck him right into the bed? Nevertheless, he would play this game out. He'd always liked Yami's wildness.
Yami came back up, holding the box from under the bed in his hands. He grinned, setting it down on the edge of the bed near Joey's feet.
"Well, what have we got here? Oh, I can have fun with this."
"Wh-What do you mean by that?" Joey asked.
Yami pulled out a pair of fluffy white feathers. Joey looked at them with mounting trepidation. Yami's dark chuckle was not helping.
"My, what you find when you rob a place. You've got quite a twisted mind."
Yami looked at him and slowly winked. He was teasing him by turning the fact that it was he who was the sexual pervert onto him. He straightened up, expression turning wicked again as he moved over to him.
"Like I said, I've got all night."
Any response Joey would have made was completely stopped by the sensation of the feathers tickling against his stomach and chest. He groaned and laughed at the same time, squirming against the bed as the feathers teased over his skin. Yami drew them up, lightly brushing the ends of the feathers against his nipples, along his neck and across his cheeks. They skipped over to his arms, sliding up his biceps while he thrashed against the bed.
"Yami!" He just couldn't stop himself from begging his lover by his name.
His tormentor ignored him, the feathers brushing back down his chest and stomach to tease his legs. They were very lightly moved over the sensitive insides of his thighs and Joey couldn't stop himself from kicking. The sheet tied around his ankles didn't release its hold and he just couldn't escape. And then the worst happened; Yami moved the feathers to his shaft.
"Yami, no!"
He made a very unmanly squeal as Yami mercilessly tickled his erection with tips of the feathers, moving the soft things up and down in patterns, over and over again. Joey tried to twist away, unable to with the restraints on him, chest heaving and lungs burning as the ticklish/arousing sensations built.
"Oh, fuck!" Joey yelled, almost laughing, feeling like he was on the precipice and unable to come. "Fuck! Please, stop!"
To his relief, Yami removed the feathers. He tossed them back into the box, chuckling. He tilted his head at him with an evil smirk and slowly ran his tongue along his lips.
"There really are so many fun things in this box."
"Yami, please--"
"Like this for example."
Yami had pulled out a vibrator. Joey paused as he looked at him, wondering what he was going to do with it. In all their time together, Yami had made no move to be dominant. Joey had offered him at least once, but he'd never taken it. Now, however...
"First, I think I'll take away your voice. You're getting so loud, your neighbors might come to see what the matter is, and I really don't need any more hostages."
Yami pulled one of the silks from his belt on the floor, then swiftly gagged Joey, the cloth between his teeth. He grinned at him before picking up the vibrator again. Joey watched with bated breath as Yami turned it on, the humming filling the room. Yami climbed up onto the bed, resting himself on splayed knees between Joey and the wall, bringing the vibrating toy to his own chest, instead of to Joey. He drew the tip along his skin, moving it up to one of his nipples. He made a faint noise in his throat, the skin puckering as he swirled it around the hardened nub. He briefly buzzed the other one before drawing the toy slowly down his belly. The muscles fluttered; Joey could see the flex.
"Gods, Babe..." Joey's voice was heavily garbled by the cloth in his mouth, but still intelligible.
Yami moved the vibrator to his cock, making a sharp whimpering sound at the touch. He began to move it along his shaft, the shocks clearly affecting him. Joey watched with fast rising lust as Yami began to grow hard, squirming on his knees from the pulsations. He was beginning to breathe hard, lightly stroking the vibrator against his flesh until he was fully erect. Then he paused, reaching into the box.
Joey swallowed as he pulled out a tube of lubricant. The toy was discarded on the bed and Yami crawled over to Joey, who was immediately relieved. He felt like he was about to explode after that show.
He moaned through the gag as Yami poured some of the lubricant onto his erection, then used his hand to smooth it over him. Yami moved, slowly straddling his waist again. He moved into position, reaching back to place Joey's cock at his entrance, slowly lowering himself onto it without even waiting for preparation. Joey held absolutely still, allowing Yami to move at his own pace.
Yami murmured in Egyptian as he carefully lowered himself to the hilt. Joey groaned quietly, flexing his fingers since he couldn't move his hips.
"Yami..."
"Ah, Hathor," Yami muttered. He opened his eyes and tilted his head downward to look at him. "Now it's time I got exactly what I want."
He began to move, slowly, rising and lowering himself in undulating waves. Joey lay helplessly against the bed, pleasure tingling along his body with every movement of Yami's, watching as Yami rode him like a mechanical bull in slow motion, far too slow. The drawn-out slide into that tight heat was driving him mad, but he was completely tied down. Yami tilted his head back, eyes sliding close, a soft moan escaping him. He raised one hand from Joey's chest, sliding it along his own cheek before caressing it through his hair, apparently entirely lost in the feelings.
Joey watched him, the hypnotic way he moved, his clear enjoyment. Yami began adding in different movements of his own hips, working over him in a figure-eight, then a back-and-forth grind, taking him deep, and then just the tip of him.
"Are you trying to drive me insane?" he demanded with difficulty, pulling on his cuffs.
Yami tilted his head downward again and opened his eyes. They were blazing with hunger, feral. He smiled viciously.
"Maybe."
Joey tried to jerk his hips up, but he had no leverage and Yami was pressing him down with his hands on his sides, just above where his own thighs hugged Joey's body. He groaned, closing his own eyes and moving his head against the pillow.
He could feel the pressure building up slowly within his abdomen, far too slow for his liking. Opening his eyes, he watched as Yami raised one of his hands again, this time caressing his hand down his chest and stomach to his cock, which he gripped and began to stroke, still in a languid pace.
"Yami! Babe, please."
Yami let go of himself to reach around, grabbing up the vibrator again. It was turned on again, Yami remained twisted around while still moving himself over Joey, and now he moved it between Joey's legs. The blond let out a howl of surprise as Yami drew the humming tip over his balls, against his perineum, sending vibrations scooting through his nerves. The end of it briefly flicked over his entrance but didn't enter him, though Joey was at the point where he sure wouldn't mind if it did.
Yami suddenly began bucking on top of him. The sudden hard, fast pace caught Joey by surprise and he was at the edge in seconds. Yami dropped the vibrator, though it landed against the bed in such away as to continue to hum against Joey's balls as the dip in the bed from his weight kept it from rolling away. Yami rocked on top of him, his hand gripping himself again as he stroked for orgasm. Yami's groans and pants were drowned out by Joey's barely muffled cries, the bed creaking.
"Ahh! Fuck, fuck!"
Joey arched his back as he came, the pleasure exploding through his body, taking with it every sense, white flashing behind his eyes. Yami continued to ride him, before his own climax stole over him and he released over Joey's stomach, his own moan of ecstasy just barely registering in Joey's ears.
Yami collapsed on him, remaining seated on his hips, his body bent over Joey's chest and his head tucked under his chin. They both gasped for breath, bodies sweat-slicked and trembling. Joey felt almost ready to pass out, coming down from the sexual high after what felt like eternity. Yami slowly raised himself up, looking at Joey with a look of smug satisfaction. He untied the gag and tossed it away. Joey licked his lips, working his jaw a little.
"Man! Okay, you've had your fun. Uncuff me, please."
Yami smiled and slowly lifted himself up and off, standing on the floor by the bed. He picked up the vibrator and turned it off, returning everything to the box, which he set on the floor and shoved under the bed with his foot.
"Well, that was fun," he said. "Now that I've gotten what I wanted, I suppose I could just leave you here for the cops."
Crap, he was still playing his game. Joey sighed before giving him a pathetic look. "Just...please, don't kill me. I swear, I won't tell anyone."
"Maybe I should just silence you, just in case."
Yami reached for the knife. Joey recoiled as he picked it up, trying to squirm sideways across the bed, shaking his head rapidly.
"No! No, I swear, I won't say anything! Oh, please, please!"
"Keep your mouth shut."
Yami dressed himself back up in his burgular outfit before sauntering out of the room. Joey waited a couple seconds before calling for him. Yami didn't come back. It was only a few seconds after that that Joey heard the water running in the bathroom. Yami was getting cleaned up, leaving Joey on the bed for now.
'Oh, you're so going to get it later,' Joey thought to himself. But he wasn't actually angry; no matter what ended up happening to him, he loved Yami and his twisted little fantasies.
Yami came back into the room a short time later, dressed in a completely different set of clothes, devoid of mask, gloves, and burglar's tools. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp.
"Joey! What happened?"
"We were robbed."
Yami came over, kneeling on the bed and over him, untying his ankles. He reached for the cuffs. Joey could see he was trying and failing to stop a little grin. Even Yami couldn't hold a role entirely.
"Robbed? Did they hurt you?"
Joey shook his head, looking up at him as Yami paused. "What? Come on, take off the cuffs."
Yami leaned back enough to look him in the face. "They must have taken the keys with them."
"What?" Joey stepped out of character. "Okay, come on, Yami, enough. My arms are hurting."
Yami bent and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Good game. I'll get the keys."
He slipped off the bed and rummaged around on the nightstand. A frown graced his face and he turned around, moving over to the dresser. Joey watched him opening and closing the drawers before he turned to the floor and started inspecting the carpet.
"What are you doing? Get the keys already."
"I'm looking for them."
"The game's over, Babe."
"No, I'm serious. I can't find them."
"No, you can't be serious. Oh, come on!"
"I'll find them." Yami hurried out of the room. "You just wait here."
Joey groaned, letting his head thump against the pillow. He heard Yami moving around in the front room and cursed. How could he have lost the keys?
"Yami? Did you find them?"
The noise suddenly stopped. Yami came slinking back down the hallway, a heart-stopping grin on his face. He was twirling the key ring with the set of cuff keys on it. Joey knew right then that he'd faked losing it.
"Oh, you are such a bastard!" he exclaimed to Yami's wicked chuckle. "You really had me thinking I was stuck here!"
"I told you the robber took them," Yami said with mock innocence. "He must have dropped them on his way out."
He came over and unhooked the cuffs. Ignoring the aches in his muscles, Joey snatched him before he could get away, climbing out of bed and lifting Yami right up off of his feet, growling. He turned, shoving Yami against the wall, careful not to hurt him. Holding him there, he pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
"I'm going to kill you."
Yami chuckled, kissing him back. Joey moved back from the wall, carrying Yami in his arms. He set him lightly on the bed, leaning over him and pressing another kiss to his lips. He let him go and went into the bathroom to clean up before coming back into the bedroom. Yami had stripped down and pulled the covers up, head on his pillow and clearly half-asleep. Joey crawled into bed with his lover, kissing him again.
"You're evil and you suck."
Yami grinned in amusement, snuggling against him. He yawned. "But it was fun."
Joey wrapped his arms around Yami tight, rubbing his back gently with his hand. He kissed the top of his head, no more certain than right then how relieved he was they were home again.
"You might want to sleep with one eye open."