Bloodsport | By : pocketfox Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Yu-Gi-Oh!, and I'm making no money of this. Swear.
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It had been a long, long night at the club. With an irritated sigh, Bakura tossed his coat onto the nearest chair and stalked towards the bedroom, fully intending just to take a long hot shower and collapse into bed. Unfortunately, someone else had other plans.
Atemu leaned against a corner of their massive four-poster bed, arms folded across his chest as he watched Bakura with a pair of hungry eyes. The thief-turned-club-owner stopped short, blinking. “Atemu…?”
The other man stalked forwards, grabbing Bakura’s hips and pulling him into a rough, demanding kiss. After a second of surprise, the silver-haired thief fell into it, wrapping his arms around Atemu’s waist and ravaging his mouth with an eager tongue. Eager hands pawed at clothing that daro seo separate them, mindless of buttons and seams in their haste to touch skin. Finally there was nothing between them but air, and Bakura gasped, biting down on a moan as practiced fingers suddenly came in contact with the most sensitive part of him.
Suddenly and completely without warning, Atemu turned and shoved his lover face-down on the bed, straddling his hips with a low growl. Strong hands rested for a moment on his shoulders before his nails bit into the pale skin and dragged viciously down, leaving a set of red lines that welled blood.
Bakura screamed and arched like a cat, his fingers clenching in the pillow. His lean hips bucked against the mattress as he sought any sort of friction for his straining erection. Suddenly his spine stiffened, a tight moan clawing its way out of his throat as he felt a warm, wet tongue running over one of the stinging lines as his Pharaoh tasted the coppery fluid. “A-Atemu… Ah… please… more…”
Atemu smirked darkly against the skin of Bakura’s shoulder. His silver-haired lover was the only one who got to see this side of him, a very secret part of the Egyptian king that enjoyed delivering pain. Of course, his morals never let him indulge this -- he could never bear to bring unwanted harm to his friends. But then… this man had stepped into his life, one who begged to be bitten and scratched… one who begged to be hurt. Atemu shuddered with pleasure each time he thought about marking that pretty white skin and hearing the cries of mixed pleasure and pain from those preted led lips.
Bakura lay beneath him now, his back red and still oozing blood, begging for more. Atemu watched him with dark, hooded eyes as his former rival squirmed and whimpered. Delicately the Pharaoh ran his fingertip down one of the scratches, and Bakura hissed, arching again.
“G-goddamn you, Pharaoh,” he groa sta staring over his shoulder at Atemu with one glinting brown eye. “Don’t… Don’t you have th-the balls… to do anything else…?” Both eyes widened as Atemu narrowed his eyes, slid back, and shoved Bakura’s legs apart. Deceptively slender hands grabbed the thief’s hips and dragged them up, the nails digging against the bone.
“You say that just to provoke me, don’t you?” Atemu whispered dangerously, and Bakura nodded with a smirk.
Suddenly he screamed again, throwing his head back, the smirk instantly wiped away as Atemu shoved himself into his lover’s passage without any preparation whatsoever. He knew he would be sore tomorrow, and possibly unable to walk, but oh gods was it worth it… Lean, low-slung hips thrust viciously against him as Atemu used his thief’s body for his own personal pleasure, making a toy out of him. Bakura bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and the taste of it simply built the flames of his hunger higher. Atemu’s hand grabbed his chin then, forcing his head around as the dark-eyed man leaned over, crushing his lips roughly against his los, rs, raping his mouth with his tongue. Bakura voiced a choked sob, returning the pressure with equal fire as Atemu so wonderfully abused his body.
When Atemu tore his mouth away, straightening again to increase the power of his movements, Bakura dropped his head onto his folded arms, his face streaked with tears as each cruel thrust wrenched another tortured cry from his throat. Finally the Pharaoh tossed back his own head, teeth gritted as he poured himself deep into Bakura’s passage, marking the man from within as well as without. Bakura bit the side of his hand to stifle another scream as he found his own climax seconds later.
Atemu was still for a moment or two before tenderly curling over his partner and nuzzling the side of his neck. “Koibito,” he whispered, “I love you…”
Bakura was unable to reply coherently, but he purred weakly in response. He shuddered as he felt Atemu pulled away, and made a quiet sound of protest. Lovingly Atemu stroked his hair, silently telling him he’d be back. When the touch withdrew, Bakura collapsed, oblivious of the sticky mess beneath him. Dimly he heard the sound of running water as he half-dozed, only awakening when soft, moist terrycloth was run over his back, sluicing away the dried blood. Then a quiet voice murmured, “Come on, love, roll over. You don’t want to sleep in that, trust me.”
The thief grumbled sleepily but obeyed, and Atemu gently cleaned his front before negligently dropping the cloth onto the nightstand and laying down again, spooning against Bakura’s back with arms around his waist. Bakura smiled. He could see where Kaiba got the idea that the whole lot of them were schizophrenic. One minute his Atemu could be violent, sadistic, and cruel, the next he turned into this beautiful, tender, loving creature that Bakura cherished. And he had to admit… he was a little smug that he was the only one who got to see either of those sides.
Yuugi… Eat your heart out.
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