• 1-The Unknown Rape
• 2-The Wanted Abuse

Since I can remember, I’ve always been the dominant one in my relationship. Still am, but this one has a twist. It’ll take awhile to remember, but it will be worth it, believe me.

My hikari, Yugi Motou, always has had a crush on me. I’m his stronger half, and the yami-hikari is a package deal with any relationship. It’s just, I didn’t want him as he wanted me. My love life has been men, I admit that freely. The problem with us being in a relationship is that I take my job as his other half much more seriously than the other yamis do. To love Yugi may mean to break his heart if our love wasn’t true.

He doesn’t understand that. Finds as though I’ve turned him down each time he asks why there will never be an us but more of a He and I. If I had known he was persistent when he wanted something, maybe I wouldn’t have said no.

Little Yugi is, as they say, loving, adorable, and in all sense, uke. I can – could – never see him being dominant in any relationship, but he likes to be in control. It’s an odd mix, really.

He had turned seventeen (I myself turning the next age), and grandpa was called away for a month. I was to babysit Yugi, just to keep him company. No matter what age Yugi is, he doesn’t mind the company just hates the phrase babysitting. It was a usual night. It was storming that June day. So, after some of those ramen bowls and a late night horror film, this including Yugi’s adorable – yet flirting – eyes being on me most of the night, we had gone to bed. I made sure he went to bed in PJs, and then went towards my own room to go to sleep.

That night, I discovered how heavy of a sleeper I was. Somewhere from the time I fell into slumber, he snuck into my room, chaining me to my bed. I had awoken to my black nightshirt buttons being snapped, and his large eyes staring at my face.

“Aibou, what are you up to?” I had asked, expecting this to be some sort of joke. He ignored my question, using a steak knife to cut off my tight sleep pants. I began to worry; upon watching as his lust filled gaze over looked my body. Sweet innocent uke looked so…evil at that moment.

His hand, smoothly I might add, moved down my flat stomach, stomach at my belly where it turned inward, grinning playfully before rubbing my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I was not turned on by such an act. His pink lips bent down, pressing against my stomach before brushing up towards my nipples, to mainly taunt them with his tongue. Yes, I was turned on.

Any protest I had was coming to a stop, my lips were dry, and my throat ached as I stared down at him in shock. That petit pink organ moved upon my other tan nipple, playing with the nub until it, too, stood at full attention. My groin was already stiff upon watching each movement he did as he lowered his face to my stiff member. Each warm breath he took brushed the sensitive flesh, and I threw my head back, trying to return back to wherever I had turned in those moments.

“Aibou,” I said, trying to reach him, “please do not do this.” I was not naïve, I knew exactly where his lips were going as his tongue hesitantly licked the slit of my dick. My hips arched, my eyes rolling quickly. He was turning me on. He licked again, and then took my tip in his mouth, ministering those light movements upon my stiff dick.

I was flexing my arms at that point, trying to get into control on what he was doing. Kept reminding myself that I did not want such, which I was not enjoying what he had planned. Yet, as I almost freed my hand, he deep throated me, and all thought of escape were gone as I trusted my hips up to regain that moment of pleasure. He did it, and a moan left my lips. I was putty; he had me where he wanted to go.

It was rape, I’m certain. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted him, but if I was certain, the sweet supposed-uke had plans on taking me.

Arching my hips again, I cried out as his mouth let my hot flesh, his hand running up my dick, almost kneading it before leaving me alone to was me deflate over a few minutes, then he started to knead it again. His fist started at my tip, lowering down towards my sacs before returning it, and I was lost, my mouth open in silent moans before he stopped again. Torture, blissful torture.

He pulled off my bed, and I watched him from the side of my eye as he began to remove his clothes, joyfully. He was fully erect, like myself. Anybody thought that his short figure would say he would be small down there, but he was almost as big as me. I awaited for him to push into me, but it wasn’t happening. I watched carefully as he started going through my drawers, his little butt shaking playfully.

“Yami-kun, where is your lotion?” He asked, as if not realizing what he was doing to me, and I was hesitant to tell him where. As my voice whispered out in my desk drawer, he squealed as he pulled it out, skipping back towards me, and an deflation I had, was once more hard when my eyes watched his bouncing shaft. I tried again, trying to urge him away from this, but it never went through him as he proved me wrong again.

His slick hand went to my shaft, moving the slick substance around it, prepping me up for what he hand planned. It was cold, I had shuttered when he first started, yet I had forgotten the chill as he started to knead my cock in his hands, one playing with my sacs, the other with my tip. I was in shock, been in that state for awhile as he climbed above my hips, not even daring to prepare his own little entrance as he slammed down on my cock with full force that had him crying.

As those tears started down his cheeks, I tried to fight the chains again. It was only reflex, to have to protect him from all dangers, especially those he inflicts upon himself. If I were no in this position, I would long ago pulled him against my chest and calm him. But I’m the victim of all this, and he is experiencing the pain. A weird rape, if I do say so myself.

He clamed after a few seconds and began to thrust his body down upon my stiff member, and all care for the world around me was long gone as my head threw back in a moan. My sweet uke was riding me. I was being raped, but I was enjoying every second of it. Ra, how things change over time. His little bottom moves forward as a pant escaped his lips, moisture moving down his body. Sweat was lowering from my own stiffening neck as I cried out. He was hot, nice and tight. The perfect body.

I mentally slapped myself. He was my hikari, I was to protect him, but I was letting him do something that would likely ruin the rest of his life. Amethyst eyes long since closed as he begins to rub himself, his derrière pushed further down upon me and he cried softly. Not a pained one that would quake the heavens, but one in pleasure as he repeated the action. I was no longer looking as I felt the blood moving through my groin, his butt muscles tightening around my straining cock. I won’t last long.

His voice is breaking as he arches his back, crying out as he comes on my chest, I came in him at the same time. It was a few minutes until he had the strength to climb off me, never meeting my eyes as he untied me and I prepared to roll into a ball, as if expecting all that to be a dream. His lips clamp against mine, but I never moved as he left the room, that night, feeling rejected.

That was how all of this started. Now, I sit under the Sakura Tree, Yugi in my lap. I bare a false grin as I pull his lips against my own in a kiss. This was how it needed to turn out. We bonded sexually (even though I was not as a participating subject), and to deny him any relationship at this point could lead to his suicide. What type of Yami would I be if I let that happen?

Our relationship isn’t much different from our first time. He’s a dominant uke. He loves to control me when I’m inside of him, and I have to admit, I love that side of him. The people around us, we all have secrets, maybe not like mine, but we have our own problems. Maybe one day we will tell, but today, we only suffer.