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A Simple Lemon	By : DirtyHentaiGoddess Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3299 -:- 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.

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A Simple Lemon : Part 2

Afterwards, Bakura took a long drag off his cigarette. “Damn Pharaoh, I hate to say it but that was fucking sweet.”

Yami concurred.

“So, I wasnkinnking about life…” Before Bakura could express his profound views, Yami had him pinned to the car door again. “Fuck! I haven’t even finished my cig-”

Before Bakura could finish his sentence, Yami snatched away his smoking cigarette and took a long drag off of it. Kissing the tomb robber quickly, he blew all the smoky air into Bakura’s waiting lungs. “Oh… is that how you want to play? You’re more creative than I thought.”

With a sly grin, Yami slipped his hands down Bakura’s tight pants, which was no easy task, and tightly grabbed his prize. Flicking the already tightening balls earned him a needy moan from Bakura.

“Ding ding… round two… fight!” Bakura screamed and flung Yami to the other side of the 1999 Duster, grabbing wildly at his hair and other various parts of the delicious pharaoh’s body.

Suddenly, they heard a loud moan from the backseat!

Bakura looked behind them. “Fuck Ryou! What are you doing back there?!”

“I think… it should be… obvious!” Ryou said, not missing a beat as he ground himself against Yugi. The multicolor haired boy groaned in response, arching himself up against Ryou.

“Keep… going….” Yugi panted heavily. Ryou obliged.

“Whatever, forget about them.” Bakura murmured into Yami’s ear, straddling his pharaoh. He raked his nails against the smooth skin of Yami’s bare chest, teasing his nipples into hardened nubs. “Mmm… Yami… you make me so hot…”

Just then, a loud, audible thump was heard from the back of the car!

“What the fuck is it now?!” Bakura sat up and looked in the rearview mirror. “No fucking way…”

Laying on his stomach on top of the trunk of the Duster was Mokuba, propping his chin in his hands as he gazed behind him at < cla class=SpellE>Marik. “Please Marik… teach me more.”

Marik grinned and stroked a hand over Mokuba’s hair and down his back. “Of course, my student.” Marik dangled his long silvery white hair over Mokuba’s bare back as he leaned over to caress him.

They were interrupted when a shoe flew back and hit the rear window. “Why is everyone fucking in my car?!”

Marik stuck his tongue out at Bakura, who happened to be a familiar acquaintance of his. “We’re on top of your car.” He stated, knocking on the trunk just for good measure.

Bakura swore some more and flicked the other evil spirit off, much to Marik’s delight. Deciding that trying to get Marik to move was a lost cause, he turned his attention to his shoe, which was thrown back at him.

“Bakura don’t throw your possessions back here, it spoils the moment.” Ryou complained, making sure to continue stroking Yugi so that he wouldn’t lose any momentum with him.

Ignoring Ryou, Bakura pulled off his and Yami’s lower clothing once again, wasting no time in cutting to the chase. Bakura smirked and shifted himself so he was sitting right next to Yami’s face. “Suck me.” He commanded.

Yami smiled darkly, liking Bakura’s commanding attitude and took the hardened member into his mouth, sucking and delighting in the moans and gasps he heard from his lover. He was close. They both were, and even though he knew this, he stopped.

Bakura understood perfectly. Without taking time to properly prepare Yami, he assumed he would still be good from their earlier bout, and plunged into Yami’s somewhat tighter opening.

At that exact moment, another loud thump was heard from the back, as Marik flipped Mokuba over on the trunk. He unzipped the teen’s pants, collecting some of the semen from before and tasted it, cackling with delight. “Not bad. No wonder Seto likes you.”

Mokuba was about to protest, but before he could, Marik grabbed his sex tightly. “Don’t speak. You need no words for this.”

Mokuba nodded in consent. As Marik began to pump his hand and massage places on Mokuba’s body that he didn’t know were so sensitive, the boy had a very difficult time trying to fight back moans. “Un…..mm…”

Marik laughed. “Sounds of approval are more than welcome. I said words were not needed. Your Seto would think this too, I’m sure.”

For some reason Yugi heard these words and wondered just what Seto Kaiba would be like in bed. Would he be a sex god? Or would he be a gentle lover like his friend Ryou?

As if he knew what was going through Yugi’s mind, Ryou Yug Yugi closer to him. “I may not be as good as my yami at this, but I will care for you more than any other being ever could.”

“Aww that’s so sweet. Thanks Ryou.” Yugi smiled, trying to keep a straight face as Ryou continued to grind against him slowly. “Ryou, let’s speed things up.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Ryou sighed in relief, and began to move against Yugi faster as he need began to settle in more and more.

A howl of pleasure filled the 1999 Duster as Yami came spraying his seed onto Bakura and the passenger seat of the car. Bakura could not hold out much longer either, and grunted in merriment as he released inside Yami for the second time that afternoon.

Though he wouldn’t say it, Yugi was deeply turned on by the sounds of lovemaking coming from his yami and Ryou’s. Within seconds, he did his best to bite back any noise he might make. He could tell that Ryou was trying to as well as they both stopped moving, pressing very tightly against one another suddenly as they came against each other’s bodies.

Mokuba was also unable to hold out any longer, and he whimpered in pained pleasure as Malik dug his nails in around him and caught the boy’s essence neatly in one hand.

Marik’s status was a mystery to everyone, for the Egyptian merely cackled as he always did, writing “Later Bakura” in Egyptian on the trunk of the car with Mokuba’s seed.

Pleasured beyond belief, Bakura laid back, ready to close his eyes before he remembered that he was still in his 1999 Duster, which was now probably quite messy. “Damn it!” He cursed some more as he thought of everything he would have to clean up later. Perhaps he could coax his hikari into doing it for him. Perhaps he could coax his hikari into doing it with him. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized he wouldn’t even have to coax his hikari.

Gently, Ryou wiped a bit of sweat off Yugi’s brow. “How did you like it?”

“That was wonderful…” Yugi murmured. “Let’s do this again sometime…”

Thankful that yet another mess hadn’t been left in his pants, Mokuba zipped himself up, not noticing the strange glyphs written with his seed on the trunk.

“Whenever you want to finish your tutoring, you know where to find me.” Marik said, waving to Mokuba before jumping into the front seat of the 1999 Duster.
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