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Naughty and Nice	By : Rochelle Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5697 -:- 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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Naughty and Nice
Warnings: Foursome/gangbang, Toys, BDSM, Humiliation, Kink� But hey, it�s Malik. Let�s not be surprised. The only person more perverse than him is Marik. Pervy little hikari.

Ah, by the way, I do not advocate drugging people, tying them up, and then fucking them stupid. In real life that�s called kidnapping, sexual assault, and rape. But in the fan fiction world it�s just good kinky fun.
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Chapter Four

Shots in the Dark

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Malik awoke kind of groggy and numb, as if he was in some kind of�fog. He blinked a few times, trying to vanish the darkness from his eyes but failed. It was about then that he realized it wasn�t that he couldn�t see, it was that wherever he was had no light to speak of. No that wasn�t right�something was around his eyes, effectively cutting off all light from him. He couldn�t even see shadows through whatever was blinding him.
He tried to move but found he couldn�t.
He let out a noise of alarm. Feeling was returning to his body and, as it did, he began to realize he was stretched out over what felt like a bed, wrists bound together and tied to something. His ankles were bound as well, but not together. Each leg was tied down so that they were spread as far apart as possible without being uncomfortable, and even now he felt a slight burning along his groin from being like that for�god only knew how long. Whatever he was bound with was soft and slippery, like silk.
He pulled on his wrists, trying to see if perhaps he could wiggle free but it became very clear very fast that he wasn�t going anywhere. He sighed, wiggling around. He wasn�t so much trying to get free as trying to chase the tingly numbness from the rest of his body.
It seemed to work because gradually began to feel the same material as bound him rubbing against his bare flesh. It was oddly cool, but not exactly uncomfortable. It kind of tickled actually.
That was secondary to the fact that he was nude and tied to what seemed to be a bed though. That was kind of disturbing. As in a lot.
Another wiggle and then he jumped, startled as pleasure suddenly crashed into his senses. For a moment he just lay still, panting and trying to figure out what had happened. He repeated his earlier movement with the same results, though this time he was more prepared.
He felt his cheeks burn as realization hit him. Someone, most likely who�d ever tied him up like this, had put something inside of him. It wasn�t painful or particularly big, though he could feel it stretching him somewhat, but it was put in such a way that it rubbed right against that spot inside of him if he moved too much. He drew in a breath, forcing himself not to move again. His cheeks were still hot; he couldn�t believe someone had taken advantage of him like this.
He�d not only been stripped of his clothing while unconscious (Had he been drugged? Knocked out? He couldn�t seem to recall anything after going to sleep last night.) He�d been tied up and had�something pushed inside of him.
It was humiliating to think someone had seen him like this. Had probably taken some kind of perverse delight in doing this to him. Was probably sitting somewhere jerking off at the thought of him tied up, vulnerable, and afraid to move.
He bit his lip at the thought, not wanting to admit that something deep inside of him twisted pleasantly at the idea of being vulnerable and exposed.
�He�s awake.� A soft voice commented from somewhere in the ink like darkness that surrounded him. He shivered at the familiar, yet foreign, voice.
Something warm brushed against his thigh and he moved away from it, jarring the object inside of him. He whimpered softly at the feeling and knew he was starting to get hard, which was even worse than just being like this. He didn�t want whomever it was thinking that he being like this.
Someone chuckled and then a hand grabbed him, pulling him back to where he�d been before. As he moved the sheets clung to him, caressing him gently. The fingers on his body were calloused and roughened, a sharp contrast to the sheets.
He couldn�t deny that he was kind of afraid of what would happen next. Had he been kidnapped by some kind of sick pervert after sex or money or
He let out a shocked cry as something cold and sharp clamped down on his left nipple. A second later another�whatever it was bit into the right one and he felt tears pricking his eyes. It wasn�t that it hurt exactly because after the first few shocked seconds it was just a tight, cold, and uncomfortable pinch. It had just�been unexpected.
A voice rumbled in his ear. �You look so beautiful.� A tongue, hot and wet, laved over the shell of his ear and he shuddered, not liking the way his stomach twisted into knots. A hand was going up his stomach, petting the skin almost teasingly.
Then he felt hot breathe blow over his cock and couldn�t help but arch up. Lips pressed against his inner thigh while the mouth near his ear began to suck on the lobe, tongue swirling around the stud there. Another mouth came from somewhere and he whimpered at the feeling of a hot tongue laving next to the cool things on his nipples. The mouth between his legs nipped at the flesh there, sharp harsh pinches that were sure to leave marks.
And then it hit him. Three mouths. Three different people.
Even if he somehow got untied and got this blindfold off he was up against three people.
�Oh my gods.�
�Not quite.� He felt more than heard the words against his thigh before a hand, calloused like the one still resting on his stomach, wrapped around his hardening cock. It pumped once, twice, three times and Malik nearly cried in shame as pleasure washed over him. He couldn�t very well like this. It was sick and wrong and
�Ah!� He cursed himself even as he yelped, this time as a painfully hot tongue laved over the head of his cock. The hand was still pumping, which was bad enough, but now lips were wrapping around the head and suckling with deceptive gentleness. �Nononononono.�
�Shhh. Don�t worry baby, everything will be fine.� It was the first voice he�d heard. It was softer and sweeter than the others, almost melodic. It wasn�t the one by his ear so it had to be the one currently toying with his nipples. Fingers, smooth unlike the others, rubbed against them near where the teeth of what was on him were. Then that tongue was on him again and he couldn�t help be struck by the contrast of wet heat and cool metal. The tongue darted between the teeth, just laving some of the pinched flesh.
The mouth on his ear curved into a smile before vanishing for a moment. It reappeared on his neck and latched onto a spot and began to suck and bite there.
He clenched his hands into fists as his body was taken from his own control. Between the mouth on his cock, the one switching between his nipples, the one currently leaving a �love� bite on his neck, and the different sets of hands on him he was losing control. He was hard and couldn�t help but feel that he was painfully close to losing it.
It was both scary and arousing.
And then it got worse. The mouth on his cock left him and he wasn�t sure if he was relived or disappointed by that. Then he felt hands underneath him, fingers brushing his entrance as they grasped what was inside of him. The mouth on his neck left as well and he couldn�t help a shiver at the lewd chuckle he heard.
�Turn it on.�
�Since you asked so nicely.�
He didn�t have a chance to wonder what that meant as whatever was in him began to vibrate. He dimly heard a humming sound in the background but all he knew was the pulsing in his body, right against his prostate. He wanted it deeper, inside of him more, and he knew he was wrong for wanting it but he found he couldn�t help it. His toes curled and he bit down on his lip harder than before, tasting bitter copper in his mouth as he did.
He didn�t want to give in, didn�t want to show what they were doing to him anymore than he had to but�he just couldn�t stop all of a sudden.
He couldn�t stop from arching up and pulling at his bounds fiercely as each burst of heat and pleasure crashed him into, causing his mind to grow fuzzy. His cock grew harder, if that was all possible and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before he tipped over the edge.
The hand was on his cock again and would have missed the feeling as something being pushed down his length if not for the chilly coolness against the overheated flesh. But other than that he ignored it, pulling almost desperately at what was holding him in place.
He once again throaty laughter, from two of them this time. He knew he was giving them just what they wanted and that he must had been quite the sight, hard and flushed while writhing around like some kind of�wanton slut, trying futilely to get the feeling deeper inside of him. He rocked his hips, sliding over the sheets and half wishing they weren�t so slick and would give him some friction against his overheated skin.
The hands and mouths were gone now and there was only the quivering inside of him and the pressure on his nipples and the cool sheets on his sweat soaked skin and it�it�.
He felt tears pricking his eyes and escaping, rolling down his cheeks. Something was wrong. The pressure inside of him was only growing instead of releasing and it was beginning to drive him mad. His entire body was on fire, burning up from the inside almost, but he couldn�t reach completion. He needed�something. More?
He wasn�t sure he could take more.
He could feel their eyes on him, burning through his skin to his very core, waiting for him to�to what? Submit to them? Beg?
He could do that. Whatever it took to give him release he�d do. His lips moved silently for a moment, forming words of pleading but no sound. A finger dipped into his navel suddenly then ran around it in light teasing circles. He let out a low keening cry.
�Please! Now, please need�oh Ra!� He was babbling incoherently and somewhere in his nearly shattered mind he knew it but at least he was saying something now.
�You need something?� It was the soft voice again, only now it was almost teasing him. �Like what?�
�I don�t know.� The words burst forth from his throat wrapped in a sob and he arched into the hand touching him, wanting it to do more. �Please, s-s-something.�
Soft lips pressed against his face, catching tears with a nimble tongue. �No need to cry.� Those lips murmured against his skin. �We�re going to take good care of you Malik.�
�So beautiful like this.� This voice was the one that�d been hovering by his ear, though now it was somewhere else, and seemed almost reverent.
Rather abruptly the thing was pulled out of him, leaving him open and empty and it felt terrible. He may have said as much, he couldn�t recall talking but wasn�t really sure when three laughs intertwined in his ears. His ankles were untied but, before he could even consider kicking his kidnappers (not that he could have formed such a complex thought at the moment anyway) he found his legs being pushed up until his knees meet his chest and once again the feeling of being totally exposed washed over him.
Hands settled on either side of his hips while someone else ran fingers through his hair. He felt knees under his behind, angling his body some, before something blunt and much larger than the vibrator pushed against him. He felt his body tense for a moment then give under the pressure. He cried out in a mixture of pain and lust that swirled around in his brain until they were the same and he couldn�t begin to tell them apart.
One long stroke and he felt like he was almost being split apart from the inside, stretched wide open to accommodate the new pulsing length within him. He knew he was still crying, though why exactly he wasn�t sure. The length drew out until it was almost out then pushed back in, hard and fast, while rubbing over that spot. Sparks were dancing behind his lids and he thought he heard himself scream.
�Oh god. More.� He was quickly obliged and the person inside of him put most of their weight on him, pressing him back into the mattress and nearly bending him in half. The cock sawed in and out of him, stoking the fire inside of him until Malik was sure he might be consumed. He could hear deep panting breaths in his ear while fingertips dug into the skin of his hip. His legs were hooked over shoulders and wisps of hair brushed against his dangerously overheated skin.
Then the fingers in his hair were turning his head off to the side and something pressed against his lips, smearing fluid over them. He parted his lips and let his tongue dart out, tasting bitter liquid there before his lips were nudged again. He whimpered softly as a cock was pushed past his lips and deep into his mouth. He felt the head in the back of his throat and wanted to gag at the feeling but found that he couldn�t.
The hands in his hair pulled until tiny licks of pain crawled over his scalp and he�s nose was brushing flesh and being tickled by coarse hairs. He was drooling around the cock and could only keep from coughing of choking as his mouth was fucked. He did, when his hair was tugged sharply, make an attempt at sucking and using his tongue but it seemed for not.
Soon he was completely lost in�feeling.
He was being used and part of him felt dirty about it but most of him was just�drowning. His mind was fractured and he could barely pull any semblance of thought to himself.
He felt the body above him go rigid as hot liquid rushed into his body, coating his insides. His jaw was beginning the ache and he could once again taste bitterness across his tongue. He found himself wishing they were almost done so he�d be allowed to cum.
The person on top of him let out a sigh then withdrew from his body and once again he felt strangely empty. This was remedied quickly as almost the moment the body was fully off of him another took it�d place and another cock was ripping inside of his sensitive and twitching body.
He cried out around the cock in his mouth then choked as acrid burst forth and poured down his throat. Then the cock withdrew some and the acrid taste was in his mouth. He felt some of it escape his mouth and dribble out around the cock but he swallowed on instinct none the less.
The cock left his mouth with a soft slurp and his lips were tingling and he could still feel the shape of it against the back of his throat. His jaw hurt and his head hurt and he knew it still wasn�t done yet because there was still the third on top of him, inside of him.
The pace this one set was faster and harsher than the first and once again Malik could do nothing except moan brokenly as each sharp jab to that spot sent him higher.
He was going to die. He was going to be fucked to death. He would have giggled at the absurdity of such a notion if his body hadn�t been tense like a rubber band, every single nerve on fire, about to snap from too much pressure and if he�d been able to breath, but he couldn�t even do that anymore.
He was going to die.
He whimpered as he felt another flood of liquid heat inside of him, almost soothing in his sore passage and then a strangled exhale of breathe in his ear. Then a tired lick.
His back ached from being bent in such a uncomfortable position for so long with so much weight on top of him and when the cock was gone from inside of him and the body gone he let his legs fall boneless and would have curled up upon himself if hands, two sets, hadn�t held him in place. The other hands were on his cock and again licks of pleasure-pain went through his body. The pressure on his cock that he�d almost forgotten about in his frantic search for release was gone. A kiss was pressed to the tip and that was it and he could only scream as his body twisted and he came harder than he would have believed possible.
Everything went white for one painfully long and impossible moment and then black once again surrounded him. He wasn�t sure if it was unconsciousness or just the blindfold or what.
The next thing he was really aware of was a gentle touch on his cheek and then the blindfold being removed. He blinked, bleary eyed, at his three captors in turn.
Ryou, smiling almost sheepishly and trying desperately to fight off a blush. Undoubtedly the more gentle voice he�d heard.
Bakura, who he knew was the voice that had been around his lower body most of the time. He knew because of the sharp nips that had to have come from fangs.
Marik, smirking at him widely. The one who�d called him beautiful.
He groaned and started to turn away from them when he realized his arms were still bound and that he was still very limited in his movement.
�Are you going to untie me?�
�When we�re done with you.� Bakura said while stroking his leg lazily.
�And since we aren�t done yet.� Marik added with a feral smile.
Malik shrank back. He was sore and aching and felt like he wouldn�t be able to ever get hard or come again. Yet the way they were looking at him indicated that they didn�t care. Ryou smiled and started to crawl over his body.
�After all,� His voice was soft and breathy and it sent chills up his spine. �I haven�t got my chance at you yet.�
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Malik stopped then, a near evil smile curving his lips. Until he realized that everyone, even his yami, was just�staring at him. (Well, actually, Bakura and Marik were making mental notes and trying to figure out the next time they�d be able to visit a sex shop was.) Then, in a rare display that probably would never be duplicated, he blushed and ducked his head.
Ryou made a squeaking noise then rose to his feet and all but fled the room. Bakura snapped out his daze and watched his light go before frowning and glancing over at the Egyptian and his dark. Then he rose to his feet as well, adjusting the erection he was now sporting unashamedly.
�I think it�s about time to call a time out. Everyone back in thirty?�
He didn�t wait for a response before hurrying after his light. Marik and Malik exchanged glances then rose up to follow after him.
Everyone else was still half dazed by the story and remained in their seats.

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Rochelle: Wow. Man. I so outdid myself�

Malik: Yes you did. *Licks lips* Do it again.

Rochelle: *Squeaks Ryou style* A-again? I don�t know if I can do that�

Marik: Aww c�mon, you know you wanna!

Rochelle: Wellll

Bakura: *Arches eyebrow* Come on onna, you know you liked it as much as we did. Right Ryou?

Ryou: *Passed out from nose bleed*

Bakura: *Smirk* See?

Rochelle: Uhhh�.review! See you guys next chapter. I need to�sit down somewhere.

Yugi: You are�sitting.

Rochelle: Hush!
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