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Submissive Dominant	By : OnlySmutHere Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. This means I make no profit in this story. I am simply bored. And I haven't had sex in a long time.

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A/N~ Tired of the easy going yaoi here. I have another pen name but I’m sticking with this one. I don’t want people to judge me based off this fiction. That is right. WARNING: This is going to be pure smut. Dirty, dominating smut. Like it or leave.

Written from Atemu’s POV
Chapter 1
Is it sad that I can’t remember the last time I’ve had sex?
Don’t ask why this is on my mind. I’m not sure why either. I have plenty of other things to think about. I’m home and with my family. Aibou has moved on with his life as have our friends. I was greeted with a wonderful celebration. We drank until we could not drink anymore. It was odd for me. I normally don’t let myself go like that but something in me no longer cares.
I look down at my chest, noticing that my strong stomach has a bit of a pudge. I cannot remember the last time I ate this much. I’ll have to go running tomorrow. I can’t be gaining weight now that I am back home. I don’t like wearing a shirt. But I will not become like those others; fat hanging out like there is nothing to be ashamed of.
But I can’t remember the last time I had sex. Since my return it has been bugging me. I don’t think I was ever in love with any of these women. Sure I had Mana. But she was more of a sister to me. I had my own Harem, but those women were slaves. Say what you wish but I cannot love a woman who only wishes to have sex with a king. I find it disrespectful.
I walk into my room, tired from the day. It looks just as I left it. A huge bed sitting in the middle of the room, far too big for my body, with nothing but torches lining the walls. A guard outside the room closes my door for me. Once again, I am alone.
I don’t mind being alone. In fact, I rather like it. Call me crazy but 3,000 years in a puzzle teaches you how to entertain yourself. I walk over to the bed and lay my body on it. My bare chest feeling the soft and clean sheets. Was my last time here? Was I in my own bed? Was it in the stable?
I can’t say for sure why this is bothering me so much. I never plan to wed. I am far to independent to ever place my life with someone else. I am sure Aibou resents me for that. I will never know for sure though. My eyes move to the pillow, suddenly feeling heavily. I can feel someone’s eyes on me. At least, I think I can. I turn to see if someone is standing on my balcony.
There was no one.
Snickering to myself, sure it was the alcohol, I move up to the pillow and close my eyes. My thoughts drift to the dances and food I ate today. Pretty much gorged myself today. I really should watch that.
Now, call me crazy, and I’m not usually a heavy sleeper, but for some reason I know something is wrong. My body won’t move the way I want it to. It scares me. I can hear my heart beat in my ears as I twist in whatever creature or assassin has me now. I hate this part of being a once king. Someone is trying to kill you. Always.
But there is something different. I’m naked. How in the hell did that happen? My eyes open to blackness and my breath quickens. I swallow and struggle. Something is wrapped around my head twice. Once to cover my eyes and second to gag me.
What the hell is going on?
My arms are over my head. My fingers twirl and feel the rope keeping my arms tied to the headboard of my bed. This had to be some practical joke. It had to be. My skin grazes the sheets now and they feel rougher than they did before. They scratch at my bare bottom and I can feel my face flush furiously.
My jewelry was still on. Why would someone remove my clothing and not the gold on my legs, arms and neck? It doesn’t make any sense.
I can hear someone. Actually more like feel them. The bed sinks under their weight as does my stomach. I bark out into the gag but it comes out as a muffled yelp. My face turns red again and I can hear myself snarl. A good move. It makes me sound strong and dominant in a situation I certainly was not.
There was an amused chuckle coming from this stranger. It angered me. My frustration and vulnerability was not something to be amused about. Definitely not a chuckling matter. I arch in the bonds and try to rub the side of my head against my shoulder. I needed to be able to yell or at least see who my attacker was. But obviously my captor knew who to tie something so it did not move.
Another chuckle and I hiss when I can feel something rubbing against the side of my thigh. I freeze, my eyes wide beneath the blindfold. This was definitely a man. There was no doubt about it. My face flushed with anger. How dare this man rub himself against me? I am royalty! This is undignified!
I can hear myself growl but it is only accompanied by another chuckled followed by a moan. My face turns blood red as this brut rubs his very naked hips into the side of my tied down thigh. All I can hear is my sudden panting through my nose. My body is rigid, afraid to move to provoke the man who has my naked body at his mercy.
The air in my room feels a lot hotter. And I cannot see which makes every sound and touch feel twenty times more dangerous. I grunt when a hand moves to my neck. Was he going to kill me? This was sick. I had some mad man getting off by killing me. Fuck this life. I should have stayed with Aibou.
That hand feels like it is on fire. There is something on this man’s hand but I can’t tell what. All I know is that it feels oily. He rubs my throat ever so softly as if trying to console me. He must be able to see my heart hammering in my chest. I hate myself for looking so weak and trapped. The stranger’s hips rub extra hard into my hip and I grunt again. Speaking of hard….this man felt like a hot metal pole. I could see his cock but I could definitely feel it. It was long and hard and very hot. His hips give me another soft roll and I turn my head away for some reason. He can’t see my eyes so I know he doesn’t see how weak I feel. But he has to be getting off on the power he has over me.
Now there are two hands on my neck. If my body wasn’t rigid before, it was now. I can hear soft panting coming from someone other than me. I struggle a little, feeling the man’s hands tighten a little around my neck. Gods, he is going to choke me to death. I shudder unwillingly at my own fear.
But his hands don’t grip any harder. He lets the grip loosen before tightening it again. He…is massaging my neck? I can feel myself blink under the blindfold, my eyes searching from some reason to why he is not killing me. My breathing increases as I can feel him shift his position to directly on top of me.
Now is the time that I struggle. I know what he wants. I know what he plans to do. I arch my hips and mutter into the gag loudly but he only chuckles, and for good reason. My hips don’t leave the bed very much. He has expertly tied my arms and legs tight to the bed. I cannot move them. And the sounds I make come out as gruffs that no one can hear but the two of us.
His hips dig into mine. His hands move down my neck and over my chest lightly. His fingers kneading into my body as they go. They drift up and down, drawing patterns slowly but firmly. My breathing hitches as he rolls his hips into mine. Gods this can’t be happening.
He lays down on top of me. His weight sinks us into the bed more and pulls at the ropes binding my heated body. Cold sweat drips down my neck as I await his next move. Another roll of his hips into mine and I can feel my lips twitch under the gag. Hot breath is suddenly on my neck. I buck, trying to get him off me when I feel lips suckle at the pulse point on the side of my throat. My breath hitches and I freeze once more.
His lips are rough, licking and nipping at my neck like it is his last meal. He grinds his hips into mine. I can feel my heart beat in my face, his hands settling on my hips and pulling them into a rhythm. He forces me to rock back against him, for what purpose I don’t know. It feels so hot in here now. Maybe because I know my fate. He bites my neck hard enough to get me to jump and gasp. It hurt but not that bad.
He thrusts his body against mine, his lips traveling down to my chest. I am confused until I can feel him lap at a nipple. I grunt in dismay and twist as he makes it peak, blowing on it once it does and getting me to jump every time. Damn him.
His hands let go of my hips and I can feel him sit up. Another chuckle, this one longer. What was he doing? Before my heart could beat again, I feel his hands on my chest. Both hands move to a nipple and begin to play with the peaks. I gasp at the rough pinches that follow. My face is flushed.
I gasp as he begins a pattern that is easy to follow but is making me die inside. He rolls his hips into mine and then pinches the sensitive flesh on my chest. And then I gasp. The pattern continues; Roll, pinch, gasp. Roll, pinch, gasp. I feel something growing in the pit of my stomach but I can’t put my finger on it. Believe it or not I am starting to relax a little. I hate myself for it. I hate this man above me. But I am starting to understand this rhythm.
Another chuckle. Now his hands are off my chest.
I almost whimpered. My face grows hot when I feel him raise his hips off mine. Here it comes. He is going to rape me.
But he doesn’t. What he does next I did not expect. He takes hold of my cock, my hard cock, and strokes it hard. Before I can register it, a moan escapes from deep in my throat and my eyes close behind the blindfold. Immediately I turn blood red. How could I actually be enjoying this? Most of my thoughts melt away as his grip on my length tightens. It doesn’t hurt. Far from it.
His hand feels calloused. He must be a working man. My cock loves him for it. None of that gentle woman’s touch. His hand is rough and firm, giving my entire cock a good stroking. I can feel the foreskin moving, wet sounds filtered to my ears. Damn. This should not feel this good. He leans over me once more, his hand never stopping. I can feel his breath in my ear and his tongue licking the shell of my ear. I swear I can feel it shudder for him. “Such a good boy.” He whispers in my ear.
His voice is low and husky. It sends a tremor down my spine and right to my cock. I am not a boy. I am a man. I hate how easily he has controlled my body, forcing me to enjoy these actions. I am a king, I am dominate. Always.
His hand on my cock stops its tunneling and moves to my tip, his palm open. I can hear something sticky rubbing into his palm and I know it is coming from me. I feel another blush on my cheek as my hips arch up a little. That tongue licks again. “Like that?” He whispered again. My hips buck to his voice and he chuckles. His hand takes hold of my thick flesh again and pumps it. I grunt through my nose, my body a little too addicted to his rough hand. “So deprived.”
Deprived? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I don’t care anymore once he gives my cock a good squeeze. A long and low moan comes from my throat as I feel something bead at the tip of my length and slowly rolls down, onto the hand of the man offending me. My throat is dry as my hips strain to move the hard flesh in his hand. He can sense my impatience. He laughs at it.
“All good things come in time.” His voice again low.
My face turns red as he gives my cock another squeeze. I can hear more skin moving but I know it isn’t mine. I blink and moan when I realize that he is jerking himself off to this. My pleasured torture is giving him his release. I growl and arch my hips as high as I can when his grip slacks a little. Another chuckle.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have you cumming in no time.” He whispered as he strokes off both of us.
I can feel myself shudder hard at his words. I hate him. But if he lets me go now I will hate him more. I pant louder and try to move. My fingers grip the ropes on my wrists hard. I can feel that my nipples are harder like little pebbles. I grunt loudly and rock faster. “Ngh.” Is all that can escape through my nose.
“I will make you mine.” He whispers in pants, holding my cock harder and jerking himself off faster. I can tell from his jerky movements above me he is close. A whimper escapes my lips as I try to hold out. I cannot let him get the best of me. I will not. I growl in the gag and arch my hips, trying to throw him off me.
“Uhnn.” He moans instead. “Fight me.” He hisses and runs his fingernails down my cock. It jumps for him so he does it again. My heart feels like it is going to burst. The coil in my stomach about to crack. “Come on. Fight me. Makes it hotter.” He whispers in a moan and drags his fingernails up to the tip of my cock.
A whimper escapes me as a fingernail dips into the slit. My sides heave as I gasp and moan softly. I push my head back, very close to falling but I know I mustn’t. My back arches and I hear him gasp. A series of moans escape him and I can feel something hot drip onto my cock. It jumps, knowing he has hit his climax. I can hear his hand move faster on his dick as his end comes and goes. His hand goes limp on my cock.
I have won. So I thought.
His breathing fills the room and I swear I can hear him smirking. Two hands suddenly grasp my cock in a hard grip. I groan louder as he jerks me off, slicking me up with the remains of his seed. I feel myself shudder. Gods it is sick but my length finds it so hot. One of his hands leaves me but the other, more callused than the other, working me hard.
I am on the edge and I cannot stop myself. I feel him lean down again and licks my ear once more. “Cum for me.” He demands, not asks. I almost lost it for good but a sudden and unexpected slap to my thigh pushes me over the edge. My body seizes and a long cry escapes from my gag mouth. I jerk and writhe as my cock spews everything it has held for 3,000 years. Everything goes white and I rock my hips as hard as I can as the hand pumps hard, jerking me as I go and prolonging the pleasure.
I feel numb and dizzy, even while blind folded. My sides heave as everything comes to a close.
Suddenly my arms are free…and my legs. I jerk upright and rip at the blindfold and gag with fury. Once they are off I open my eyes with such fury to kill anyone who looks me in the eye.
Only problem is, my room is now empty.
TBC
A/N~ Like I said. Smut. All story long. So review or don’t. I don’t care. I’m still going to write!
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