Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Gi Oh, nor do I make any profit from these stories.
Author's Note: This is a pretty pointless chapter plot-wise, but it's fun and a little kinky.
A huge thank you to all my reviewers! You inspire me to write more oneshots. :)
"I'm not wearing this," Yami said in a mortified voice as he looked in the brown paper bag Bakura had handed him.
"Come on baby," Bakura purred. "Please? For me?"
"No fucking way," Yami grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "I don't even know how to wear this!"
"It's not hard," Bakura said in his smooth perfectly seductive voice. "Please Yami? You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this."
Yami tried to refuse again, but whenever Bakura said 'please' in that silky intoxicating tone, Yami couldn't. Even worse, he knew when Bakura said his name like that; he really truly wanted it.
"Fine," he surrendered with a sigh. "But don't you dare laugh."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Bakura said with a grin of triumph as he watched his lover retreat into the bathroom to change into the clothes he had gotten for him at the sex shop around the corner. In truth, it had never really occurred to Bakura to dress Yami up in some ridiculous lingerie, but as he actually noticed the lingerie, he couldn't help but imagine Yami in them. It has been a rather amusing idea to start with, but the more he thought about it, the more amusement turned to arousal. Soon Bakura was piling the garments on the counter as he dug distractedly in his pocket for money. He just couldn't get the thought of Yami dressed like that out of his head.
The white-haired yami flopped down on the bed facing the bathroom door and unbuttoned his pants, stroking himself through the fabric of his boxers, becoming aroused just picturing what Yami would look like.
"I can't do this Bakura," Yami's voice said from behind the bathroom door, interrupting his naughty thoughts.
"Sure you can, love," Bakura purred teasingly.
"I look ridiculous," he said, sounding very uncomfortable and a little annoyed.
"Somehow I doubt that," Bakura responded playfully. "Come out and let me see for myself."
"Bakura," Yami said pleadingly. "I look stupid."
Bakura got up from the bed and leaned against the door. "Let me see, baby," he purred, stroking the wooden frame as if it were his lover. He heard Yami sigh on the other side and he grinned, knowing he had won. Then the door slowly opened.
Yami stood uncomfortably in the doorway, his eyes downcast and a light blush staining his cheeks. He was dressed in a black mesh camisole top complete with lace that was long enough to just barely cover the bottom of his ass Bakura noted as he walked a circle around Yami. Underneath the skirt were matching lace panties and black stockings held up by garters. The lacey clothing clung to him, stretching over his slight muscular frame, and flaring out teasingly around his hips. The garters were pulled on amateurishly and a little too low, and the stockings were dark and elongated his legs, making Yami look very slutty indeed.
Bakura looked Yami up and down appreciatively, letting out a low whistle.
"No you don't, Yami. You don't look stupid at all," he said gruffly as he let his palm smooth up Yami's thigh and under the skirt to squeeze his ass suggestively and pull him flush against Bakura's hard body. "You look really fucking sexy."
Yami blushed deeper. "You're making fun of me."
Bakura shook his head, though he couldn't keep the crazy grin off his face. "No, I'm not." He kissed Yami softly, massaging his lips with his own before pushing his tongue between them. He let his fingers trail down the back of Yami's bare thighs, making the other boy tremble against him.
With one last sweet kiss, Bakura released Yami and sat on the bed, legs spread open and a devious smirk on his face. "So are you going to give me a lap dance?"
Yami's eyes widen as he stared at Bakura. "What?"
"A lap dance, you know, like what strippers do," Bakura answered, looking amused.
"I am not doing that," Yami replied indignantly, crossing his arms and trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment at how ridiculous he looked.
Bakura leaned forward then, his grin widening. "Will you do something else for me then?"
"What?" Yami asked cautiously, not missing the devious look in Bakura's eyes.
Bakura took his hand and pulled him onto the bed, switching their positions so Yami was underneath him. He kissed him and ran his palms across the mesh and lace covering Yami's skin, delighting in the shivers he elicited. He moved them up to the top of the bed, kissing and teasing Yami through the lingerie.
When Yami's back hit the headboard, he pulled back and regarded Yami quizzically.
"I want to watch you touch yourself," he said finally, voice serious.
Yami just stared at him. "Wh-what?"
"I want to watch you jerk off," Bakura clarified, leaning over Yami.
"I'd rather dance," Yami murmured and Bakura smiled.
"I was just joking about that."
"What is it with you and watching people get off?" Yami asked petulantly.
"Not people," Bakura replied in a husky voice. "Just you."
Yami's eyes widened in surprise, but he still looked unsure. Bakura leaned forward, cupping Yami's face and pulling him to his knees before kissing him softly. "Please? I want to watch you."
"Bakura," Yami stammered, eyes downcast, "I—I can't..."
Bakura ran his hands down Yami's sides, catching the top of the panties and pulling them over the garters and down to his knees, freeing Yami's already hardening length. "Please?" he whispered in Yami's ear, brushing his lips against the sensitive shell.
Yami closed his eyes, his breath catching as Bakura's finger idly caressed his exposed hip. "Okay," he whispered, feeling terrified and so turned on at the same time.
Bakura kissed his neck and withdrew, leveling his clouded gaze on Yami as he fell back against the headboard, gathering his courage. He took a deep breath, spreading his legs only enough to allow himself access. He closed his eyes, unable to meet Bakura's lustful gaze as he wrapped his hand around his penis, freezing for a moment as if he forgot what he was supposed to do.
Bakura murmured a soft word of encouragement and Yami moved his hand jerkily, running it down to the tip and back up, slowly and hesitantly. Bakura was quiet, watching Yami as he touched himself so delicately. His body was tense and his eyes were squeezed shut, but Bakura couldn't get over how erotic he looked dressed in teasing black lingerie with the panties down to his knees like a slutty school girl as he touched himself.
Ever so slowly, Yami began to grow bolder as arousal seeped through him. His grip tightened and his strokes became more persistent as he ran his fingers over the length, pausing at the end to rub his thumb over the head, using the leaked precum to lubricate the process.
Bakura couldn't tear his eyes away as Yami became even bolder, his legs falling open and his pace quickening. He was losing himself in his own pleasure, and Bakura couldn't stop himself from running his palm harshly over his own arousal.
Yami was panting in those short desperate breathy little gasps that Bakura adored, and he didn't even think twice before he unzipped his pants and fisted himself in a tight grip.
"Penetrate yourself," Bakura growled and Yami snapped his eyes open. He looked like he wanted to refuse, but one look at Bakura's predatory gaze, and he slipped two of his fingers into his mouth as he kept his strokes light and even, lightly tracing the veins that ran down the length. Bakura's own breath caught as he watched Yami obey, sucking on his fingers seductively before running them down his chest and between his outstretched legs.
He looked so embarrassed as he pushed the first finger into himself. Bakura's heart skipped a beat as Yami moaned softly. He watched him hungrily as Yami pushed the finger in as deep as it would go, pumping it in and out as he continued to fist his erection. He added a second finger, and Bakura noticed his hips started rolling into his own touches, becoming increasingly erratic as his pace sped up and added another finger.
Bakura was jerking himself off in time with Yami, squeezing and pulling almost harshly as he whispered heatedly, "You've done this before, haven't you?"
Yami looked up in surprise, seemingly having forgotten Bakura was there. "What?"
"You've done it before, haven't you? Fucked yourself with your fingers while you got off," Bakura asked huskily, clearly turned on by the thought.
Yami said nothing, but flushed darkly, making Bakura grin. The other boy suddenly cried out as he grazed his prostate with his fingers. The cries died into soft whimpering sounds as he continued to rub against his sweet spot.
Bakura watched him with glazed eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched Yami pleasure himself. Bakura sped up his rhythm, running his fingers frantically up and down his throbbing member as he watched Yami do the same in shy, delicate but firm strokes.
Bakura could tell Yami was lost in his own pleasure now. He'd crossed the line from hesitant to persistent, and it pleased Bakura that it took less and less time for Yami to give in now. He treasured every pleasured sound that escaped the other boy's lips, and it was nice not having to work so hard for them anymore. Bakura squeezed himself roughly as Yami started to near his orgasm, and watched him intently, not wanting to miss that second where he went over the edge.
It happened suddenly, Yami's body tensed and his eyes were squeezed shut as he uttered Bakura's name in a low moan and spilled over his fingers, his body spasming. Bakura couldn't hold back the groan as he followed Yami over the edge into blissful release.
Yami slumped against the headboard, thoroughly exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat that made the lingerie stick to him enticingly. Bakura crawled over to him, pulling the exhausted boy into his arms and kissing him softly.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Bakura murmured as they settled down together against the pillows.
"No," Yami mumbled, pressing closer to Bakura and burying his face in the other yami's hair. "But I like it better when you do it."
Bakura grinned and pressed a kiss to Yami's forehead. "I like watching you lose control," he replied huskily, pulling Yami up to face him. He kissed him, delving deep into his mouth with his tongue to taste every bit of him. They kissed lazily for several minutes, both of them relaxing into silence before long and lying comfortably against each other.
"Did you really fantasize about that?" Yami asked inquisitively, propping himself up on his elbows so he could peer down at Bakura.
"You're the center of all my fantasies," Bakura replied without opening his eyes, his fingers playing with the lace edging the camisole.
"I am?" Yami asked, a grin spreading on his face. "What other kind of fantasies do you have about me?"
Bakura smiled lazily. "You'll see soon enough."
Yami returned the smile and snuggled back against Bakura's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around the other boy and pressing his forehead in the crook of Bakura's neck.
"I dream about you too," Yami murmured.
"Am I wearing lingerie in your dreams?" Bakura asked.
"Not yet," Yami replied sleepily as Bakura laughed softly.
The next morning, Yami was startled out of sleep as the bedroom door burst open with an unfamiliar shout of "Good morning Yami!"
Yami looked around the room, sleep still clouding his eyes as they landed on the white hair of Bakura's hikari.
"Oh Yami!" Ryou said cheerily, "I didn't know you were here. Umm...what are you wearing?"
"What?" Yami asked drearily, glancing down at himself and remembering the events of last night.
"Get the fuck out, Ryou!" Bakura bellowed, saving Yami the embarrassment of answering.
"I told you I'd be over this morning," Ryou grumbled.
"Well you know better than to barge into my bedroom," Bakura growled. "If you had come any later, you would have been interrupting more than my sleep."
Yami flushed, trying vainly to pull the covers over himself to hide the embarrassing outfit from the hikari, but Ryou only giggled. "I brought breakfast. I'll be downstairs when you decide your hungry after all your...exertions."
Ryou closed the door behind him with a laugh, narrowly avoiding the pillow that crashed into the door.
"Fucking hikari," Bakura muttered, pulling Yami on top of him and kissing him warmly.
"How is it you always get me into these embarrassing situations?" Yami asked dejectedly.
Bakura grinned. "Ryou doesn't care."
"That's not the point," Yami groaned. "He saw me in women's lingerie. Covered with cum."
"Don't worry about it," Bakura said. "He's probably wanking over it right now."
"Don't say that," Yami said in a horrified voice.
"Why not?" Bakura asked, flipping them over so he was straddling Yami's hips. "I would be."
Yami made a face and shoved Bakura playfully. Bakura pounced on him, and Yami shrieked gleefully as Bakura pinned him down. Yami's giggles quickly turned to breathy sighs as Bakura kissed along his jaw and down his neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin.
"Mmmnugh," Yami moaned as one of Bakura's hands dipped between them and stroked Yami's stomach, tracing the lace of the panties he was still miraculously wearing.
"Want a morning quickie?" Bakura murmured against Yami's neck as he slipped the panties down.
Yami didn't get a chance to answer as Bakura's lips covered his once more, kissing him deeply. He felt warm firm fingers wrap around his hardening erection and began to stroke it. Bakura's other hand was resting against his cheek, slipping back to tangle in his hair as he titled Yami's head up to deepen the kiss.
It soon intensified as Bakura plundered his mouth in a slow sensual manner. The hand that had been stroking him joined the other, holding Yami in place as Bakura ravaged his mouth.
Yami didn't even notice the loss of contact as Bakura continued to kiss him. He was having trouble breathing, and he wasn't sure if it was from the lack of oxygen of the tight lust gripping his heart, but he didn't want Bakura to stop.
It felt so good; like his body was frozen and on fire at the same time. He could feel Bakura's body pressed the entire length of his and it was comforting and erotic all at once. So many sensations were running through his body, and Yami couldn't help but think how much he loved that Bakura made him feel this way.
His tongue was invading Yami's mouth, touching everything in a wet and heated caress, yet his hands cupped Yami's face so gently. He loved how Bakura could be rough and gentle at the same time. Demanding and tender. Vicious and sweet. Every conflicting emotion conveyed in one single kiss.
When Bakura finally pulled away, Yami wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as he tried to catch his breath. He slid his fingers through Bakura's soft hair, purring in content.
Bakura gave him an amused look, his eyes darkened with lust.
Yami returned the look and bucked his bare hips into Bakura's. "Fuck me?" he asked sweetly.
Bakura's grin was predatory as he ripped his pants down and grabbed for the tube of lubricant lying on the floor.
"You're such a needy little slut, aren't you?" Bakura asked as he sunk his teeth into Yami's neck, licking roughly at the wound. Yami groaned and bucked against Bakura again as the camisole slid over his head.
Bakura duplicated the groan at the feeling of their bare erections coming into delicious contact. Yami soon found his legs pressed against his chest as Bakura slicked his member and pushed into him.
Yami gasped at the unprepared penetration, but Bakura was slow and Yami was soon pushing back, encouraging him on.
"Oh Ra! Bakura harder!" Yami cried as Bakura nudged his prostate, sending delightful shivers through his body.
Bakura complied, pounding into him as delicious pressure built inside of Yami and with a cry; he gripped Bakura's shoulder and came with a shudder.
Bakura followed him, releasing deep inside Yami and moaning into his neck. They leaned against each other, catching their breaths and relaxing in each other's embrace.
Bakura finally rolled off Yami, collapsing next to him and resting his head on Yami's shoulder. Yami smiled and combed his fingers through the soft hair, resting his chin on Bakura's head.
"Breakfast is probably getting cold," Bakura said idly, enjoying the feeling of Yami's fingers running gently through his hair. "We should go down before Ryou comes back up."
"Mmm," Yami agreed, sitting up and glancing around the room. "Where are my clothes?"
"You mean this?" Bakura asked mischievously, holding up the lacey camisole with one finger.
Yami glared at him and began searching through the mess of clothing and other things strewn across the floor.
"Just wear something of mine," Bakura said dismissively, tossing a t-shirt at Yami as he pulled on a pair of jeans.
He grinned at Yami, who was now standing in the middle of the room with only a t-shirt and scowling at him since he couldn't find his pants either.
Bakura sighed and rummaged through his closet, pulling out another pair of jeans and handed them to Yami.
"I don't have any underwear," Yami muttered, blushing lightly.
"Well," Bakura said teasingly. "I think those lacy ones are over here..."
"I'd rather wear nothing," Yami grumbled, pulling on the pants before Bakura could find the panties.
"Good," Bakura said impishly as he slid a hand down the front of Yami's pants, "easier access."
Yami let out a strangled cry and tried to dart backwards, but Bakura followed him, pinning him against the door.
"What are you doing?" Yami asked in a voice that was a little too high as Bakura wrapped his fingers around the base of Yami's penis and squeezed.
"I just can't get enough of you," Bakura purred as he licked the shell of Yami's ear.
Before Yami could respond, he felt the solidness of the door behind his back suddenly disappear. The next thing he knew, Yami was sprawled on the floor, staring up at an amused Bakura and a confused looking Ryou.
"Oh Yami, I'm sorry!" Ryou exclaimed, helping him up.
"It's okay," Yami murmured, standing up and trying to discreetly readjust his pants to hide his sudden erection, desperately hoping Ryou had not seen Bakura's hand down there a moment ago.
"What is it Ryou?" Bakura asked as he slipped an arm around Yami's waist.
"Breakfast is getting cold," Ryou told him with an angelic smile.
"And you couldn't knock?" Bakura asked. "I think you're trying to walk in on us."
Ryou only smiled brightly and returned to the kitchen.
"I hate you," Yami muttered, letting Bakura pull him down the hall.
"Yeah," Bakura said with a grin, "but you love what I do to you."
Yami blushed but didn't deny it as Bakura kissed him rather forcefully and gave him a smack on the ass as he followed Ryou into the kitchen.