Sexual Frustration | By : DirtyHentaiGoddess Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Deep Within
It had been a while since it had happened, but Yugi still could not get over it. The horror, everything that he had heard.
It was only supposed to be a friendly call to see how Ryou was doing and to make sure Bakura wasn’t abusing him, but it turned into much more than that.
Now Yugi sat shivering, huddled under a bridge, clinging scraps of newspapers to himself for warmth. It had destroyed him.
“Yugi! Where are you? Why… oh… hellooo refrigerator…” Came Yami’s voice from their perpetual mind link. Yugi shuddered, glad when Yami closed the link so that he couldn’t hear what would inevitably happen next. He had lost many good cakes that way. And a crumpet that he had grown fond of too.
Amiss the whirling wasteland of Domino, which had recently become a wetland from the shifting tides of the moon, Yugi gazed at the world despairingly.
He sometimes thought about his life before this had all happened. But he knew he could never go back to the way he once was. A happy jovial youth, blooming with hidden desires to lick random objects.
After last night, he could never go back.
“Oh… oh happy dagger…” He mumbled, clutching a dagger he had found hiding in the morning newspaper. He was prepared to do it, to end his torment… when a small voice called to him.
“Yugi… please don’t do that… I can help you.”
“Who’s there?!” He demanded, holding the dagger before him like a hunter in the wild.
“Yugi, you don’t remember all the good times we shared? You would lick my face, and I would yours.”
“Yami? Is that you?” Yugi was confused. Yami’s trysts with their refrigerator never ended this quickly.
“No Yugi… it isn’t that ancient spirit. Think harder, you know who I am.”
“Shadi! I thought I told you to get out of my head!”
The voice sighed. “No…. Yugi, listen to me… just come to me… look upon my glorified radiance, and become one with me.”
It didn’t sound that suspicious to Yugi, so he said, “Ok.” Getting up, he strolled forward, ready to witness his enemy. When he turned around the corner, he let his dagger fall to the ground. >Smush.<
“It’s… it’s you…. I remember you now…” Yugi whispered, then ran forward and jumped atop his long lost love.
The riding lawnmower.
The memories were all flooding back to him now, of the happy hours he shared riding his riding lawnmower. Sometimes he fell. But usually he didn’t!
“Oh… oh my love…” Yugi breathed, caressing the wheel.
“You remember me Yugi… I’m the happiest riding lawnmower in the world.”
Yugi wanted to cherish these precious moments. He tore away the now worn rags of newspaper from his body and licked teasingly around the wheel, letting the riding lawnmower feel how hard this was making him.
The riding lawnmower shuddered with pleasure, and vibrated underneath Yugi, showing him its appreciation. It began to move beneath him, driving around in circles and cutting the grass like a real riding lawnmower would do.
Yugi rode that riding lawnmower, singing a song he had learned at a fiesta in Mexico, returning to sentimental times lost long ago. “Lalalala bamba!” He pulsed himself up and down in the seat of his love, being naughty and licking its clutch stick, suckling hard on the metal.
It was a wild ride, but soon Yugi remembered his time in Paris, of a time long ago, at 2:00 in the morning, when he had to go back to his sad little home.
The riding lawnmower realized that Yugi was sad and began to drive faster, like a flamingo dancer doing the cha-cha and the boy was once again happy and invigorated. “Aaahnnn! Yaaaahh!!”
Ryou was out early that morning, doing community service and collecting trash from various places. “That’s odd, this newspaper is shaped like a torn pair of pants.”
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he realized what had happened! “Yugi! No!” He ran ahead and saw Yugi riding the lawnmower. “No no! Not you too!”
But as always, it was his misfortune to be too late to do anything but watch. He stamped his foot on the ground. “Why is everyone getting laid but me?!!”
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