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Lust, Longing, and a Videotape	By : Shakirah Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8114 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Lust, Longing, and a Videotape
- 2-Continuation
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Seto cleared his throat and moved the box to the other side of the bed. “Well, we don’t have all night, I’d say it’s time for me to administer your punishment. Stand up, Yami.” Yami did as he was told, wondering if the maker Go To Sleep had written anything about extreme sexual arousal canceling out the effects of their product. This had to be the most erotic moment of his entire life… and he was so wide-awake he wasn’t sure he could have slept if he had taken the entire box of sleeping pills.

“Pay attention, Yami.” Yami’s eyes returned to the blue ones feet away from where he was standing. “Don’t let your mind drift. Because if you aren’t paying attention to my instructions you might wind up in pain. Understand?”

Yami nodded. Swallowing. He had never dreamed of being with Seto quite like this. And being this damn submissive. Of course he never really thought Seto would actually own a riding crop either.

“Strip.” The butterflies in the pit of his stomach churned. It was a one-word demand that went straight to the shorter teen’s groin, causing the blood to run to his ache and make his penis swell bigger. He slowly lifted his shirt over his head, smiling to himself at the sounds of approval coming from the other teen. Yami tossed the shirt across the room. “Take of the rest.”

Yami’s breath was catching in the back of his throat. He hissed silently as he peeled the leather pants off his aching manhood, sliding the material past his hips. As he stepped out of them Seto smiled. “No underwear, Yami?”

“Doesn’t look right in the leather pants.”

“I’m not complaining.” Red ran across Yami’s cheeks. He felt completely vulnerable and exposed. His arms folded across his chest, even though he knew they weren’t hiding anything but two erect nipples. “Hands at your sides. I’d like to admire my detainee.” Yami did as asked.

Seto stoodyourself all over the place right now.” Yami huffed softly, continuing his ministrations. “Look at me, Yami.”

Yami took a deep breath and looked at Seto.to sto smiled evilly. Was he relishing in his humiliation, or just as turned on by the show as Yami was? Before long though, Yami was becoming a little more confident by his exhibitionism. And Seto seemed to be enjoying himself. Either that was the Millennium Rod in Seto’s pants or he liked what he saw.

“Stick your finger into your mouth.” Yami took his left hand to his mouth and slipped his index finger inside. “Suck on it.” He was surprised there was actually saliva; his mouth was pretty dry from desire. Yami sucked on it seductively, and Seto let a small whimper of lust slip. Yes, Seto was really turned on. Maybe if he did this well enough they could skip the rest and just get to the part where his brains were fucked out.

“Put your finger inside of yourself,” Seto asked, his eyes not leaving Yami’s. And Yami quivered. Yami stopped jacking himself off. “No one told you to stop.”

“This has gone far enough.”

“I’m afraid this is only just beginning.”

“I’m not doing this anymore.” Yami moved to stand when the riding crop came crashing down onto the nightstand.

“You have no choice in the matter, Yami.” Yami’s eyes narrowed. He wanted this bad, but he wasn’t going to become Seto’s whore in the process.

“If you do things to me and I tell you to stop, and you refuse then it will be rape, Kaiba.” Seto smirked.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Pharaoh,” Seto began cockily. He leaned over, stroking Yami’s cheek before his mouth pressed against Yami’s ear and whispered, “It’s not really rape if you come.” Yami’s heart jumped. He had never been this turned on…EVER. “Now, if there are no more interruptions you can pick up where you left off.” Seto sat back on the bed the way he had been a moment before.

Yami wet his finger again. Then swallowed softly. He made a face as he stuck his finger inside of himself. “In and out, Yami, match your movements with your right hand as you continue to beat off. Let the reenactment continue.”

“I didn’t impale myself with my finger while sitting on your couch, Kaiba.”

“That’s because I wasn’t there.” Yami bit back a moan. “Besides, I won’t be able to verify that claim until I get a look at the security tapes and see for myself.”

“You’re a disgusting pervert.”

“When’s the last time I came over to watch Yugi and jacked off on your couch, Pharaoh?” Yami blushed. “Now stop grumbling before I give you something to really complain about.” Seto played with the riding crop for a moment and then turned his attentions back to the dick-hardening spectacle in front of him.

He wasn’t sure how far he was going to be able to push the other teen. He had no intentions of using the riding crop or any extreme forms of punishment on the Adonis sitting in the chair across from him. If Yami simply refused to continue this Seto was powerless to stop him, but as long as Yami didn’t know that, and Seto didn’t ask for too much perhaps this would turn into a very lovely night for the both of them.

“Don’t forget, Yami. If you come there’s going to be a real problem.” Yami glared at him but said nothing, his finger grazing the delicate bundle of nerves inside of him. “You can stop for a moment.” Yami did, hoping this would be over soon.

“Just fuck me already, isn’t that what this is really about?”

“You’re being punished, Pharaoh.”

“Fuck me with that little crooked penis of yours, that will be punishment enough.” Seto smirked. He was trying to keep his cool, but Yami’s demeanor was getting to him. He was defiant.

And Seto was loving every second of this.

“I think it’s time to add a second finger to your actions, Yami,” Seto decided evenly. “Wet them.”

Yami looked at him. There was no way he was doing this anymore. It was one thing to fuck Seto, Hell, that’s all he wanted. But this was really getting degrading. Was that the point? “Yami, I believe yourself all over the place right now.” Yami huffed softly, continuing his ministrations. “Look at me, Yami.”

Yami took a deep breath and looked at Seto.to sto smiled evilly. Was he relishing in his humiliation, or just as turned on by the show as Yami was? Before long though, Yami was becoming a little more confident by his exhibitionism. And Seto seemed to be enjoying himself. Either that was the Millennium Rod in Seto’s pants or he liked what he saw.

“Stick your finger into your mouth.” Yami took his left hand to his mouth and slipped his index finger inside. “Suck on itHe wHe was surprised there was actually saliva; his mouth was pretty dry from desire. Yami sucked on it seductively, and Seto let a small whimper of lust slip. Yes, Seto was really turned on. Maybe if he did this well enough they could skip the rest and just get to the part where his brains were fucked out.

“Put your finger inside of yourself,” Seto asked, his eyes not leaving Yami’s. And Yami quivered. Yami stopped jacking himself off. “No one told you to stop.”

“This has gone far enough.”

“I’m afraid this is only just beginning.”

“I’m not doing this anymore.” Yami moved to stand when the riding crop came crashing down onto the nightstand.

“You have no choice in the matter, Yami.” Yami’s eyes narrowed. He wanted this bad, but he wasn’t going to become Seto’s whore in the process.

“If you do things to me and I tell you to stop, and you refuse then it will be rape, Kaiba.” Seto smirked.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, Pharaoh,” Seto began cockily. He leaned over, stroking Yami’s cheek before his mouth pressed against Yami’s ear anispeispered, “It’s not really rape if you come.” Yami’s heart jumped. He had never been this turned on…EVER. “Now, if there are no more interruptions you can pick up where you left off.” Seto sat back on the bed the way he had been a moment before.

Yami wet his finger again. Then swallowed softly. He made a face as he stuck his finger inside of himself. “In and out, Yami, match your movements with your right hand as you continue to beat off. Let the reenactment continue.”

“I didn’t impale myself with my finger while sitting on your couch, Kaiba.”

“That’s because I wasn’t there.” Yami bit back a moan. “Besides, I won’t be able to verify that claim until I get a look at the security tapes and see for myself.”

“You’re a disgusting pervert.”

“When’s the last time I came over to watch Yugi and jacked off on your couch, Pharaoh?” Yami blushed. “Now stop grumbling before I give you something to really complain about.” Seto played with the riding crop for a moment and then turned his attentions back to the dick-hardening spectacle in t oft of him.

He wasn’t sure how far he was going to be able to push the other teen. He had no intentions of using the riding crop or any extreme forms of punishment on the Adonis sitting in the chair across from him. If Yami simply refused to continue this Seto was powerless to stop him, but as long as Yami didn’t know that, and Seto didn’t ask for too much perhaps this would turn into a very lovely night for the both of them.

“Don’t forget, Yami. If you come there’s going to be a real problem.” Yami glared at him but said nothing, his finger grazing the delicate bundle of nerves inside of him. “You can stop for a moment.” Yami did, hoping this would be over soon.

“Just fuck me already, isn’t that what this is really about?”

“You’re being punished, Pharaoh.”

“Fuck me tha that little crooked penis of yours, that will be punishment enough.” Seto smirked. He was trying to keep his cool, but Yami’s demeanor was getting to him. He was defiant.

And Seto was loving every second of this.

“I think it’s time to add a second finger to your actions, Yami,” Seto decided evenly. “Wet them.”

Yami looked at him. There was no way he was doing this anymore. It was one thing to fuck Seto, Hell, that’s all he wanted. But this was really getting degrading. Was that the point? “Yami, I believe I gave you a new instruction.”

“Go fuck yourself you sadistic shit face.”

“Yami, I don’t want to leave marks on that delicate skin, but so help me, if you don’t do what I just asked there’s going to be Hell to pay and your punishment is going to be a lot worse.” Yami looked Seto in the eyes.

His emotions were well hidden. Was he really going to hurt him if he didn’t comply? Could he make a run for it if Seto really did plan on doing unpleasant things to him? “What’s it going to be, Yami?”

Yami wet his two fingers. He was truly disgusted with himself. He cursed his body for still being aroused, for his mind telling him how much he was really enjoying this activity. He was scared; truly terrified of the situation he was in. What if Seto was a sexually frustrated monster and he planned on hurting him tlfillfill his needs? He was tensing up, which meant that sticking anything inside of his asshole wasn’t going to work.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Yami was completely vulnerable. “All games aside, Seto.” Seto’s heart skipped at the sound of his first name. Seto’s eyes softened but his expression remained impassive. His lover-to-be was afraid of him, which wasn’t really what he had in mind. He got off the bed and walked over to Yami, then dropped to his knees. Yami’s breath hitched.

“I take it you’re a virgin.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “At least in this lifetime.” Yami said nothing but his eyes weren’t as angry. “Open your legs a little wider, Yami.” Yami was unsure but did as he was asked.

“I told you I had no intentions of hurting you, but you don’t seem to be listening very well.” Yami still said nothing, but gasped as Seto kissed a spot on his inner thigh. “I don’t want this to be really horrible for you, Yami, but you know the rules. And right now you’re in violation of my last instruction. I’m feeling a little merciful at the moment, so I’m going to help you.”

Seto licked his lips and then leaned completely over, and licked the aching that was Yami’s asshole. Yami cried out and instinctively slid so that Seto could have better access to him. Seto began his rim job slowly. He masked his inexperience well, as he probed his tongue in and out of Yami, Yami moaning in pleasure. Yami attempted to buck into the action as Seto probed further. Seto grabbed his hips and kept Yami still, surprised that he was better at this then he could have imagined. When he decided he had had enough of the experience he pulled up. Yami’s eyes were half- lidded in ecstasy.

“Now that you’re relaxed, let’s try this again.” Seto sat back on his haunches, and Yami’s eyes blazed red with ardor. Yami took another deep breath and penetrated his opening. It took a couple of moments to get himself into it, but once he found his prostate all was well in the world. Seto smiled as the show began again, Yami stroking himself back into a painfully erect state.

“Do you know why I’m making you do this to yourself, Yami?” Seto asked, his voice husky.

“You mean besides the fact that you’re a voyeuristic bastard?”

“Yes.”

“No. But I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Part of being punished is repentance. It’s begging for forgiveness. But before you can beg for forgiveness properly you must admit your sins. I want you to tell me that you’ve been a naughty boy and deserve to be punished.”

Yami glared ato, ho, his fingers still sliding in and out of himself. “Say it, Yami. Otherwise I won’t accept your apology.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yami, I don’t plan on being merciful again.” Seto stood up and got the riding crop. Yami’s heart jumped. “Say it while you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Yami rewet his fingers and slid them back inside slowly. His right hand continued stroking his overly tender flesh. Seto narrowed his eyes, gripping the riding crop tightly.

“I’ve been a naughty boy…” Yami whispered, his voice so low Seto barely heard it.

“And?”

“I deserve to be punished.”

“Again. Aoudeouder this time.”

“I’ve been a naughty boy and I deserve to be punished.” Seto smiled, dreadfully aroused by Yami being this subservient. Yami closed his eyes, his teeth tentatively biting his lip. He continued to stroke, each stroke and thrust made him more comfortable, and after a few times, and despite his embarrassment, he began to enjoy himself. “I’ve been a naughty boy, Seto. I deserve to be punished.”

The very thought of being a “naughty boy” was fueling his courage. He had given himself two hand jobs on an expensive couch. Every time his fingers hit that special spot inside of him he shuddered. He was finding it hard to go on… if he wasn’t careful he would come all over the place. “I’ve been a naughty boy. I deserve….I deserve to be punished.” He was so worked up, he was groaning.

Seto shifted uncomfortably on the bed, Yami driving him insane. “I…” Yami yanked himself twice, “have been a naughty…” He paused to rewet his fingers, “boy, Seto…” Yami gasped as he reinserted the moistened digits. “I deserve to be punished.”

Seto couldn’t help but rub himself through his pants, hypnotized by the other teen. Yami had gotten into it, completely. And as soon as Seto established that nothing but pleasure would happen to Yami it seemed all of Yami’s usual confidence had returned full force.

“I’ve….I’ve been…I’ve been naughty. A naughty…boy….punish me… Seto, great Ra, please… please punisunisunish me.”

“I will, Baby. I promise you I will.”

“Seto… oh fuck…so naughty…I can’t… I can’t do this…”

Seto licked his lips as Yami growled. Seto was slightly disappointed when Yami’s movements stopped and he pulled his fingers out of himself.

“There a problem, Pharaoh?” Seto asked, exasperated.

“If I don’t stop I’m going to come. And you told me not to.” Yami opened his eyes and looked at the other. “I’m just following your instructions.” Seto smiled.

“Well, lets see if you really are as close as you claim to be.” Seto leaned in again.

“If you touch me I’m going to come and it’s going to be your fault.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is, if you come you’re going to be finding yourself i unw unwanted position.” Seto flicked his tongue out, delivering a teasing lick to Yami’s manhood. Yami screamed and his entire body jerked off the chair. Seto smiled. “You’ve done well, Yami. I’m going to reward you as soon as I finish up here.”

Yami looked at Seto incredulously but said nothing. He tried to concentrate on anything but his throbbing appendage, and finding it very difficult to accomplish such a task. “Close your eyes again.” Yami did. “I want you to listen carefully. I’m going to have to touch you, I’ll do it slowly. But you can’t come, so I need you to think about something else.”

“You’re kidding me,” Yami grumbled, peeking his eyes open.

“Yami, you did a really good job just now, I’d hate to mar things by grabbing that toy of mine. Now stay very still. It’s mind over matter.” Yami gave him a displeased look. “Yami.” He sighed and closed his eyes again. He felt Seto on his erection. He jerked. “Easy there, big boy.”

Yami blushed and bit his lip hard as Seto continued. He gripped the chair arms with white knuckles until Seto told him he could open his eyes again. Yami looked down at his penis and frowned.

“You must be kidding me, Seto.”

“What part of “your being punished” are you having trouble comprehending here?” Yami groaned, shifting his thighs. He was certainly not used to wearing a cock ring, and he didn’t appreciate it in the slightest. He throbbed painfully.

“I think it’s time to give you your reward. Walk over to the bed and kneel in front of me.” Seto was already back on his feet and walking. Yami took a slow breath and did as he was asked. Being this compliant was getting to him. But he was way past reason at this point.

“I know how excited your going to be when I tell you what your reward is.” Seto smiled as he continued, “You get the gratification of sucking me off, Pharaoh.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t you want your reward?” Seto asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat. He pulled off his pants.

Yami’s eyes glowed with anger. “I don’t think I really hated you until this moment.” Seto laughed.

“You told me that you were a naughty boy and deserved to be punished, you even begged me to punish you, and here I am trying to reward you and you confront me.” Seto pushed off his boxers. “You’re so ungrateful, Yami.”

“Go to Hell.”

“I’m getting tired of threatening you.” Their eyes met.

“Take off your shirt, I’m not going to continue with you this overdressed.” Seto smirked and threw his shirt off while he forced his pants and boxers over his ankles. As soon as Seto’s legs were settled on the floor again, Yami moved his head and snuggled against a thigh.

He could feel the radiated warmth of Seto's crotch is fis face and smell the musky aroma of his erection. Yami opened his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked the bulbous head of Seto's penis. Yami then grabbed his arousal and took half of it into his mouth. He adjusted a little, and slowly forced the rest of Seto into him.

“Eager aren’t. Da. Damn…” It was Yami’s turn to smirk. He slipped Seto out of his mouth, carefully.

“I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. You’ve wanted me for a while, haven’t you, Seto?”

“I kept imagining how beautiful you’d look tied to my headboard covered in cum and sweat.”

Yami licked the tip, mischievously. Then he looked up into Seto’s eyes. “Is that all this was about, Seto? You needed someone to fuck?”

“Not someone. You. Specifically.”

“What makes me so special?” Yami teased, tracing a lazy pattern on Seto’s kneecap.

“I have a weakness for guys who are in control of their gag reflexes.”

Yami smiled and took Seto back in, tasting the dew of pre-cum. He drew his mouth along the length of Seto's cock, his tongubbiubbing the shaft as Seto arched off the bed and thrust his organ deeper into Yami's mouth. Seto was as hard as a steel bar and Yami concentrated on the head. Seto was just too big to completely envelop and actually do much to, but the CEO sounded satisfied by Yami’s tongue tricks.

“As for your next instruction, Pharaoh,” Seto’s breathing was labored, ragged, “I want you to swallow every last drop. And if you miss any we’re going to have to try this again until you get it right.” Yami rolled his eyes. Just for that he was going to make the CEO suffer.

Yami added some licks and nips as he slid his tongue over the underside of the heated shaft. Then he encircled the erection and sucked as hard as his warm, wet mouth would allow. Seto grunted as his hips thrust, shallowly, into that tight moist oral cavity. Knowing Seto wanted more contact with his awaiting mouth, Yami deep-throated him and then hummed.

The comforter bunched in Seto’s fists as he tried to remain in an upright position.

Yami’s muted vocals only served to send chills up the blue-eyed billionaire’s back as Yami slid his penis back out and began swirling his tongue around the slit, treating the pulsating member like a Popsicle. Microcosmic sensations palpitated through his body as Yami changed his movements, sliding his tongue up and down Seto’s cock following up with kisses.

“Stop teasing me…” Seto screamed as Yami took him completely in again, his penis brushing against Yami’s tonsils. Yami started a steady pace, his mouth more than accommodating. Seto groaned loudlyami ami paused for a moment.

“Aren’t you worried about waking, Mokuba?” he asked, before slipping the penis back inside. SounSound….proof….the room is…sound proof.”

Yami smirked a little. Of course the walls were sound proof. A couple of more thrusts from Seto’s end and he came, white hot spurts firing off hard into Yami’s mouth. Yami obediently swallowed every last drop of Seto’s seed. The penis came out with an interesting “pop” sound.

“Satisfied, fucker?”

“Immensely.” Seto grinned like a schoolboy. “I should remember to reward you more often.” Yami stood up, his erection bobbing. “And you would be doing what, may I ask?”

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“You’ve only barely wet my appetite, Yami. And besides I haven’t savagely fucked you yet. Lie down and put your chocker back onYamiYami sighed and did as he was told. “You’re getting so good at following orders.”

“Why don’t you go play in traffic, Seto?”

“Hands above your head, like a good little fuck toy.” Seto dug back into the box.

“What happens next? The handcuffs and the ball gag?”

“Leather straps. They match the chocker better, and darn it if I don’t like my sex slaves to coordinate when I dominate them.” Yami blushed. “As for the ball gag, what’s the point of having sound proof rooms if you can’t hear the incoherent moans coming from your victim.”

Seto got to work, securing Yami to his bed with the straps. Yami struggled a little. When his work was done Seto leaned back to admire his work. Yami was straining a little against his restraints, his chiseled chest and abdominal muscles glistened with perspiration. Seto’s hands caressed Yami’s pectorals, Seto thinking that they looked like two solid rocks with beautiful glowing skin pulled taunt over them. “Perfect,” Seto murmured. Yami heaved as Seto racked his fingers down towards his restrained hard-on. “I’m looking forward to me sliding in you and you growling in reaction.”

“Oh Gods… Seto.”

“Where’s my camera when I need it?” Seto kissed Yami’s abs, Yami squealing. “The only way this picture could get better is if you were doused in semen.”

“Are you going to tme lme like this?” Yami asked, his voice raspy with desire.

“Not exactly. I’m still debating whether or not I want you on all fours like a dog in heat.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “We’re far from done here, Pharaoh. I have other punishments to inflict before we get to the main event. Consequently, I hope you like it rough.”

“Bring it, you prick.” Seto smirked and got off the bed. Yami watched as Seto bent over and picked up a cooler. He walked over to the bed and sat down.

“Was that always in here?”

“I brought it in before I woke you up.” Seto opened the top and tossed it on the floor, it landing among the other things that had been discarded.

“What’s in there?”

“I’ll show you in a moment. But first I think it’s time to raise the temperature in the room a little.” Yami had no idea what Seto was talking about, his own body’s thermostat had been set on nuclear meltdown the moment Seto woke him up.

Things came into focus for the former pharaoh as Seto kissed him. Yami immediately gave Seto access to him. Seto pressed against Yami harshly, their erections meeting. Yami hips bucked into Seto, grinding against the warm body above him. Seto grabbed a nipple, rolling it in his fingers. Finally Seto ended the kiss, deciding that air was more important at the moment.

“Warmer?”

Warmer? Yami was ready to break out into another sweat.

“Let me show you what’s in the cooler, Yami.” Seto pulled out a single ice cube. Yami’s eyes widened as he watched the cube get closer to his body. A few loose droplets fell on his chest as Seto’s hand continued its journey.

“Don’t…” Yami moaned as the ice made contact with his left nipple. He hissed loudly as Seto began the cube’s sojourn,travtraveling across to the other nipple before sliding down. Yami twisted in the straps, knowing that Seto had him trapped. “Oh shit…” Yami bit his lip again as Seto allowed the cube to melt on his right hip.

“Don’t fret, there are more where that one came from.”

“No. No more.”

“But Yami, you told me you were a naughty boy who deserved to be punished.”

“You are a bastard.”

“Well, we all have to be good at something, don’t we?” Seto reached into the cooler and produced another ice cube.

This time he slipped it into his mouth, sucking on it a little. He positioned himself in between Yami’s spread legs. Starting at his thigh, he trailed the ice cube back up the lithe body underneath him with his mouth. Yami moaned, when Seto circled his erection with it. As he left wetness along his body Seto let ice ice cube back into his mouth so he could kiss the areas he had moisturized, only to let the ice cube back in between his lips to continue.

By the time Seto reached Yami’s second nipple Yami had been whimpering like an animal nonstop. He arched his back off the bed, his lip back between his teeth as he tried not to cry out too much. There was only a small slither of ice left as Seto’s lips brushed against Yami’s and then Seto gave Yami what was left of the cube.

“Should we try that again?”

“Please, no I can’t take it anymore. Look at me.” Seto smiled and looked down, Yami’s erection was purple and swollen, he had obviously enjoyed the sensations very much.

“There’s only one more thing I want to try with you and then I’ll let you beg me to take you.” Yami narrowed his eyes. Seto turned and dug back into his box.

Yami just wanted it to be over, it had been over an hour since this entire thing had begun.

“I ordered this on the internet with you in mind, Yami. You should feel very proud.” Seto turned and showed Yami the phallus that was now in his hands.

“What is… is that…”

“Glass? Yes it is. Apparently glass dildos are practically the perfect toys. You can heat them up, you can make them cold, they’re seamless, and they’re wonderfully smooth. Easy to wash. All you have to do is properly lubricate them, and you have a friend for life.”

“Unless you break it,” Yami mentioned, his eyes settling on the object. “Did you really order that off the internet.”

“Yes. I order most of my things from the privacy of my home. I can’t risk being recognized by someone at a sex shop, now can I? Now what has happened to my lube.” Seto got off the bed to find it.

“I will not have you using some glass phallus on me, I don’t appreciate the thought that I would just willingly let you use something like that. I have no idea where that’s been.”

“I’ve never used it, Yami. I had no one to try it on. Like I told you, I had you in mind when I brought it. Besides, if I were to have sex with random people, I’d have to be careful. I couldn’t do these sorts of things to them with out there being an opportunity for them to blackmail me, go to the tabloids, or sue.”

“So you brought that thing, with plans on using it on… on me…”

“Yes.” Seto sat back on the bed. He put the box of toys on the floor and squeezed out a dollop of lube. Then he got to the task of lubrication.

“I don’t believe this…I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“I’m sure you’ve never felt something like it either.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “If it becomes a bit of a problem we can stop.” Yami nodded.

“I guess I do deserve to be punished. Just as long as you really have never done anything else to it.”

“Nothing. Honest. I always figured it’d make an interesting paperweight, but I never got around to putting it in my office.”

Yami thought about this situation he was in. Seto was telling him that if things got uncomfortable then he would stop. And Yami had just told him that they could try it. He just told him that he was going to let him put that glass…thing…inside of…

“Ready, Yami?to ato asked, rubbing his now slick fingers together. Yami looked at Seto and nodded. Seto slid one finger inside of Yami, who was now used to small intrusions. Once Yami adjusted Seto added a second, third, and fourth digit. Yami whimpered again, that bundle of nerves inside of him causing involuntary movements from his hips.

“Okay, we’re going to have to do this really slowly.” Seto began, he moved so slowly Yami wasn’t sure he was moving at all. Yami’s body was already on fire. He really didn’t know how much more he was going to be able to take. His manhood ached. His chest hurt from breathing so shallowly for so long.

“If you don’t hurry this shit along I’m going to wiggle free of these straps and stick that thing inside of me myself.” Seto smirked and got to the half way mark.

“Are you okay so far?”

“Yes. It feels, different, but it’s…it’s not a bad different, and it’s pressing against a very enjoyable gland right now, so I’m okay.” Seto smiled and got the rest inside. He was amazed Yami was so easy in adjusting. Especially after he had scared himself sticking in two little fingers. He supposed that the act itself had scared him, it was clear Yami didn’t do those types of things at home. Or on Seto’s couch.

“I’m good now. Move it around a little.” Seto looked up at him and smiled with a nod. He the the dildo almost all the way out before easing it back in. Yami moaned at the movement. “This feels…it’s good…Seto… it’s…it’s really good.”

The lube covered toy slide back out and in again, a little faster this time. Once it was in to the hilt again Seto pressed it into that pleasure-giving gland. He ground it around in a circle, Yami screaming. “Vocal aren’t we.”

“You have no idea what this feels like right now…” the rest of his sentence ending in a scream of the CEO’s name. If Seto didn’t enjoy the way Yami looked with his wrists tied to his bed he’d make Yami do this himself so he could watch and jack off. Yami was straining, in need, his eyes closed as he moaned softly.

“You're in pain,” Seto thought. It was a statement more than a question.

“It feels good.”

“I meant this.” Seto taped Yami’s erection. Yami groaned, a deep groan that came up from the pit of his stomach. “I think I should reward you for being such a good little slave tonight, Yami.”

“What now,” Yami asked, moaning as he spoke, “You going to have me wash your balls off this time.”

“I think I have something you’ll enjoy even better.” Without any further a do Seto slid his mouth down Yami’s length. Yami immediately bucked his hips into Seto’s awaiting mouth.

Seto got right down to it, knowing the spiky headed duelist was already getting enough teasing from the dildo. It took only a couple of seconds for Seto’s hand and mouth to synchronize. Seto began bobbing, using his other free hand to keep Yami from fucking his mouth.

The sounds coming from Yami were well worth the effort. Seto stopped moving his mouth and slid the cock ring off. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh…so I can…fuck…I can…oh shit…I can come now?” Yami was thrashing against the sheets completely losing it as Seto increased his speed with the toy.

“That’s your next instruction. I want to see you come, I want to feel it hit the back of my throat. But you’re going to beg for my forgiveness, and beg me to finish you off.” Then Seto engulfed Yami again.

Tears welled up in Yami’s eyes at the contact. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….” Yami’s entire body flew off the bed. Seto used his hand to keep Yami on the mattress. Seto’s head began bobbing again.

“Oh fuck…please, oh shit, don’t…just don’t stop…” Seto of course had no intentions of stopping. It didn’t take much for Yami, he had been denied release for a very long time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone in the upstairs bathroom, and I should have paid better attention to Mokuba and the cookies…oh….gods….” Yami tried to get it out, Seto was slowing his pace. “I shouldn’t have watched your movies and touched myself without your permission. Next time I’ll…I’ll wait for you to come home first. I shouldn’t have done in…inappr…inappropriate things on your…..Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….shit….on your….COUCH…”

Seto was moving at an astronomical pace.

“I’m coming…Raaaaaaaaa…..” The sound was guttural. Otherworldly. Yami shot off a rocket in Seto’s mouth. Seto had to hold Yami still with both hands and a good amount of his weight. He tried to swallow all of it, but was only half successful, some slipping out and coating his chin.

Yami was panting, nearly passing out at the force of his pleasure. Seto wiped the excess off his lips and chin and licked his fingers.

“I’m starting to appreciate that self-satisfied look of smugness on your face, Seto.”

“I’m glad, because I think it’s time for your final punishment.”

“Five hours later. I’ve never been so teased.”

“Don’t exaggerate. You had a lot of penitence to do.” Seto began on the straps. Yami rubbed his skin as he was freed.

“I am not getting on all fours like some wanton slut. So you can forget that shit. If that’s the only reason you released me you should just tie me back to the bed.”

“No, Yami. I have a better position that I’d like you in.” Seto leaned over and dug in the box again. “This, unfortunately for you, is going to require your hands behind your back, in handcuffs.” Yami narrowed his eyes.

“Look what you’ve already done to my wrists.” Yami showed Seto the redness. Seto’s eyes softened. He took one arm and gave the wrist an array of kisses. Then he did samesame thing to the other wrist. Yami sighed.

“It won’t be so bad, Yami. I promise.”

Seto watched with a smile as Yami put his hands behind his back. He cuffed them, leaving some slack. Yami sat silently. “I know, you’re hard again, as am I…I think this is going to be coming to an end very shortly." Seto moved to the other side of the bed and slapped some lubricatinto nto his member. Then he lay down, tossing the pillows to the floor.

“You’ve been so submissive all night…I think it only fitting that you sit on top of me to finish this up.”

“Why the handcuffs then?”

“Fantasy of mine. You in handcuffs, riding me like I was some mechanical bull.” Yami blushed.

“Just how many fantasies of yours involve me?”

“Every last one of them. Now, shall we end this?” Yami’s heart was racing. Yami straddled Seto’s hips. “Do you need anymore lube or do you like it hard, Pharaoh.” Yami smirked at the nickname.

“As hard as you can take me, Kaiba.” And then, before Seto could give him any other instructions or complain about the return of his last name Yami impaled himself.

“Oh fuck…” Seto cried, his voice now in a different octave. Yami relished in the way Seto’s face tensed as he slid the rest of the way down. He especially liked the hissing sound he made as he squirmed a little. “So impatient. And so fucking tight.”

“Just shut up and fuck me…all I’ve heard all night is your bullshit.” Seto looked once more at the marvelous sight above him. Yami looked completely fuckable, sitting the way he was, his hands secured behind his back. Seto gave him a teasing squeeze and bent his knees. Then he thrust up into him with no other warning.

Yami fell forward in surprise. Seto helped him sit up again and held his shoulders in place as Yami began to move. Seto didn’t wait for Yami to get acclimated to his size as he continued pushing deeper into the spirit. Seto was stroking him hard, letting one shoulder go. Yami screamed in pained pleasure. This was burning, and he never wanted that burning to stop.

“This fucking hurts, you piece of shit…” Yami hissed, and then ended his vocalization in a loud moan, sweat dripping from his blond bangs.

“And your enjoying every moment of this…now stop complaining and take every inch of my hard meat up your ass like a good little boy.” Yami cried out again, his sweat soaked thighs rubbing against Seto’s hips hard. Seto closed his eyes for a moment concentrating on not hurting Yami too bad. When he opened his eyes back up he met the crimson staring back, still defiant, and flames waiting to be quenched dancing in those orbs. Seto decided to speed things up, wondering evilly if Yami could handle it.

Yami could. He never backed away from an open challenge.

When a pace had been established Seto let Yami’s other shoulder go and Yami began grinding hard, using his legs to push himself a little so he could slip back down. Seto met him there, slamming up into that incrediblghtnghtness, his hands resting on the other’s hips so he could guide him.

“Oh Ra…shit…I can’t do this for much longer…I feel like your ripping me apart here. Your cock is practically poking through me…” Seto smirked and thrust hard, Yami seeing stars.

“Maybe you should of thought about that before you forced yourself onto me, you little whore.”

“I’m not a whore…Shit!”

“Well, you wear whore jewelry,” Seto panted, pushing pack into that incredible heat. He teased Yami by running his finger along the chocker. “Why else would one wear such a thing, obviously you’re asking to be dominated.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’d much rather fuck you.” Seto pushed up again, Yami screaming.

Yami was sending electric chills down Seto’s back. His control was failing. They were both lucky Yami was on top; otherwise there would be some serious damage before long. Yami obviously had a masochism streak because he was riding up and down on Seto like some kind of drunken prom date. In fact the expression on Yami’s face was actually cocker than Seto’s was.

He was daring Seto to let go and just take him without mercy.

“I hope you didn’t have any walking you needed to do this week, Pharaoh…Son of a….Fuck…oh shit…Ride me.”

“Fuck me. Punish me…” Seto was thrusting up into Yami at breakneck speeds, his pace now eic, ic, his breath coming out in disarray. Yami’s spiky hair was laced with moisture; his body was moving involuntarily as he leaned into Seto’s hand as Seto jacked him off, at lightening rapidity.

This couldn’t last for too much longer… At this point it was a battle to see who was going to release first. Seto would rather die first than shoot his load ahead of the other duelist.

“Come, you asshole.” Seto lifted his hips fully off the bed with his legs, driving Yami down deeper than he had been in a while…

“Maybe you should come first…Kaiba…” Yami crashed down on top of the other.

“Come…and scream…” Seto pressed up roughly. Yami did scream. “Scream my name you fucking slut…”

“Fuck you…Bastard… Shit…Seto….Seto…” The other teen’s name was lost in a wall-shaking cry.

“Oh gods, Yami…” he gripped the other’s hips and pressed firmly moving his hips completely off the bed. “Yami…” he repeated his actions. “Yami…” He did it again. “Yami…” And again. “I…goddamn it….Fuck…Come…right now…” Seto was screaming at him.

“Make me…make me your little cum slut, bitch…”

“COME…. Do it….Right now…Do it!” And that did it… Yami’s silky walls clenched around Seto so hard it felt like he was caught in a vice. Seto’s death grip held Yami still as he shot into him, Yami simultaneously releasing his essence.

Seto grunted hard, pressing into Yami’s balmy flesh with his fingernails. He caught Yami’s eyes at the exact moment he came…Yami’s eyes fluttering violently before they closed on the impact of his orgasm.

Yami’s seed flew everywhere. It hit Seto’s face, it coated his chest, it landed on Yami’s stomach… Seto was too far gone to really appreciate it… he was still riding the wave of ecstasy. By the time Seto could actually see again Yami had already fallen over on top of him, unconscious.

Seto fought the wave of dizziness and fumbled with the handcuff key, springing Yami’s hands free, slipping out of Yami and collapsing back onto his bed in utter exhaustion. He fell asleep so fast he didn’t even remember moving so that his arms wrapped around the body on top of him.

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Yami inhaled Seto’s aftershave contently. His head was nuzzled on the other’s neck. Yami enjoyed laying here with his lover but knew it was probably getting late so he kissed the CEO’s neck until he woke up.

He was a little disorientated but when he felt the butterfly kisses he smiled. He moved his hands so Yami could sit up a little.

“Disappointed we didn’t cuddle, Pharaoh?” Seto asked, simply.

“Not as disappointed as I am that I didn’t get to come on your face.”

“Something to look forward to for next time then.” Seto sat up, leaning against the headboard; Yami was still sitting on top of him and leaned in so that Seto could take him in his arms again.

“You do realize next time I plan on taking you.”

“Afraid that will never happen." Their eyes met. “So how you feeling, okay?”

“Okay. Although I don’t think I’ll be walking anytime soon.”

Author's endnotes I didn't think this was going to be so long... but gosh darn it I got carried away. I've never written anything like this before... So please review... tell me what you thought... ^_^

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