Ryou and Melvin Work At...A BAKERY!

~Ryou's POV!~

~Warning: Deathshipping, if you don't like guy on guy stuff aka yaoi get the frig off my lawn thank you very much!

I turned toward's Marik's yami after I was finished taking the customers order and ready to give it to Melvin who was SUPPOSED to fulfill the orders. Instead said yami had a tube of frosting, white I might add, near his crotch and squirting it while making erotic sounds and moaning my name. This in turn not only made my face feel warm but other places aswell and the yami knew it.

"M-Melvin you stop that right now and fill out the orders you wanker!" I said trying to keep my voice under control and failing miserably.

"Oh come on you know you like it creampuff," he replied, putting the tube of icing back on one of the counters and cleaning up his mess.

I busied myself as much as I could, putting up with his antics throughout the day, most of them managing to arouse me even more then the last. I was determined to not be fired this time because the one benefit of working here was that you could get free creampuffs, as much as you liked just so long as you made them yourself. During one of his many antics though we didn't notice the manager closed the shop with us in it, but in the end I bet he didn't even care that we were stuck in there for the night just as long as he got home in time for the football game on the telly tonight.

"Well creampuff, it looks like we're alone now," Melvin said, a huge sadistic grin that could tear the paint from the walls

I gulped nervously and backed up against the metal bars, looking much like a caged animal.

I stammered nervously,"W-what are you going to do to me?"

"Oh don't worry little creampuff, I'll make sure you'll enjoy every moment of it," he replied, taking out a pair of hand cuffs, forcfully cuffing one of my hands and using the other to be attached to one of the bars so I couldn't run away, using another pair of hand cuffs to do the same with my other hand so both hands were restrained.

I immediately started to panic, not at all liking the feeling of being restrained. Melvin stared at my petty attempts to try and yank my hands free and let out an evil cackle before walking up and unbuttoning my pants, yanking them down so only my boxers showed, my member already beginning to harden. Melvin smirked before latching onto my neck, biting at the sensitive flesh hungrily. I gasped loudly, and tried to move away even though I knew this was what I wanted all day long.

"Don't try to fight it little creampuff, you and I both know that you want it," he purred into my ear before shoving his hands up under my shirt, his hands exploring every inch of my torso.

I shivered and breathlessly shouted,"Stop p-please w-what if we get caught?"

Melvin snorted,"We won't get caught silly creampuff, if you haven't noticed by now everyone left."

"B-But," I tried to say before I felt his lips being crushed against mine, I gave a tiny gasp and he took that moment to his advantage to explore my mouth. I moaned and allowed him to explore me all he wanted, loving how he was touching me in all the right places even though this was our first time actually "learning" about each other. I was too distracted by the make out session to even realize my boxers being slid down inch by inch, freeing my already hard member.

Melvin suddenly relinquished his hold on my mouth, eyeing me up and down before literally ripping my shirt open. I yelped at the sudden action and gasped as cool whip was sprayed on his torso, my nose wrinkling at the thought of being sticky, but too turned on to really care.

Melvin smirked,"Now you actually look like a cream puff, and I don't mind saying that you look really...delicious."

I shivered at the look on his face, representing what one might say a hungry lion might look. He chuckled and decided to dig in on his little treat, licking slowly up my torso, giving a love nip here and there as he went. I started to shiver uncontrollably, pleasure over taking my mind even with the slightest nips and touches he gave me. He kept his eyes on my face, getting his arousal just by my moans and gasps. He growled, unable to to hold himself back any longer, practically ripping off every article of clothing he had.

I blushed immediately at the sight of his erection, standing proud before looking at the other parts of his body, feeling rather unworthy to even look at such a beautiful but sadistic creature.

He growled and forced three fingers into my mouth,"Suck."

I immediately obeyed, feeling a small prickle of fear of what was to come but also wanting it oh so badly.

He growled impatiently and took his fingers out of my mouth with a small pop sound before sticking two in. I gasped and squirmed at the intrusion, whimpering slightly at my throbbing need and how close it was to have him finally inside me after all these months of hinting and flirting. He took this as a sign to continue, waiting a few moments before entering a third and stretching me out further. I choked back a whimper of pain, refusing to show any weakness in fear he might just end it here to stop from hurting me. He quickly took out his three fingers, deeming me prepared enough before entering inside of me. I immediately cried out in pain, choking back a sob.

"Relax, little creampuff, it'll get better," he replied, kissing down my jawline to try and soothe me. After a moment or two of kisses and love nips I gave him the signal to start moving, choking back any whimpers while he moved a few times.

I suddenly cried out in pleasure,"O-Oh gods again p-please!"

He smirked victoriously and obeyed, his thrusts getting harder and faster, tears running down my face at such a sinful pleasure and with such a person that was way out of my league. I pulled against my restraints, wanting so badly to touch him in fear he might disappear, screaming out at the intense pleasure over taking me. He growled in response my screams pulling him closer to the edge.

"Oh gods Mel!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at my release.

"Oh Ra Ryou," he replied, the tightening of my entrance throwing him off his own edge.

For a few moments we just stood there, well I mostly just hung there by my restraints panting. Melvin, finally of his own high uncuffed me from the bars, letting me collasp into his arms.

"T-That w-was amazing," I replied breathlessly as he set me down on a table, using a napkin to clean off my torso.

Melvin chuckled breathily, kissing me roughly on the lips before getting his own clothes on and cleaning up our mess so no one would know what "really" went on during our night locked in the bakery. I in turn put my clothes back on, or at least my pants, my shirt already ruined by our activities together, hoping that maybe they had a few spare shirts stored around here somewhere. After Melvin deemed the place clean enough he sat next to me on one of the tables scooping me into his arms,"You should rest creampuff, we got a long night ahead of us."

"What about you, you need to rest to," I replied sleepily.

"Well one of us needs to stay up and explain why your shirt got ripped into shreds right?" Melvin replied back running my hands through my hair.

"B-But-" I started to say before I felt his lips upon mine again, much softer this time.

He slowly pulled away, pressing his finger to my lips when I tried to open my mouth again. I pouted slightly and obeyed, closing my eyes and letting the temptation of sleep take over me. Next thing I knew I was in bed next to my lover at 8 o' clock in the morning, and what do you know, for once in our lives we didn't get fired, but Bakura and Marik sure did. But then again what else did you expect?

~Aight Authors Note: I tried writing another fan service chapter, something more in detail. I tried much harder on this one then the last one but I still think it could've been better. I would love some comments on how I can improve or suggestions on what the next chapter should be. Chances are I will take your suggestion, sense my own ideas are running a little thin right now. Anyways I hoped you guys like it! I will try to update at least once or twice every week.