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Title: Torment
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Y/YY, potential precursor to S/Y or S/YY/Y
Rating: R for m/m smex and exhibitionism
Summary: 443 words, prompt: 015. Alter
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Torment.
Can’t arch or groan or whimper or demand that the Other stop because then they’d see and know and look at him with pity (Anzu) or disgust (Jou) or confusion (Honda) or empathy (Bakura) or amusementdesire (Kaiba).
Hands clenched shaking around his cards (so he doesn’t try to bat away empty air and make himself look even more crazy than he is) as the Other’s hands do entirely sinful (shameful) things to places on his body he’s uncomfortable having touched in private, let alone with all of his friends watching him. Trying to focus on the cards before him, because if he doesn’t, he’s going to lose. And this might just be a game between friends, but it’s still Kaiba he’s playing against and losing would be just as humiliating here as it would be in a tournament.
Besides, he never loses.
(Except maybe when he’s got the Other’s hands down his pants.)
And Kaiba’s smirking at him from across the table like he knows exactly what’s going on in front of him and, when Yuugi finally manages to distract himself from the sensations below his waist long enough to notice, he blushes a furious red that only makes Kaiba smirk all the wider.
Vicious twist and tightening grip and slick fingers that shove up into him and Yuugi finally can’t help but give in and gasp, body tensing in that far-too-long second before he forces himself to relax again.
And this is so far beyond funny.
“Wow, Yuugi.” Sarcastic, almost drawling voice that really isn’t making him shiver. “I hadn't realized that I had this kind of effect on you.”
And he should probably come up with some sort of retort, but his mouth really isn’t working that well, so instead he just shifts a little in his seat- twisting on the Other’s fingers.
Jou predictably leaps to his rescue. Or tries to. Not entirely certain what that filthy Kaiba is up to (and so not sure how exactly to reply), but willing to bet that it’s nothing good. “You haven’t got any kind of effect on Yuugi.”
Kaiba laughs, eyes still locked with Yuugi’s. “Of course I haven’t.”
And the Other chooses that moment to bite down on the junction of Yuugi’s neck and shoulder (hard) and push his fingers forcefully into Yuugi’s prostate.
His eyes roll up into his head and the groan that he can no longer hold in escapes.
And everyone’s eyes are on him as he stands on shaky legs and hastily retreats from the room before the Other can make him come in front of all of them.
Payback’s going to be such a bitch.
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Title: Torment
Author: studyingstones2
Pairing: Y/YY, potential precursor to S/Y or S/YY/Y
Rating: R for m/m smex and exhibitionism
Summary: 443 words, prompt: 015. Alter
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Torment.
Can’t arch or groan or whimper or demand that the Other stop because then they’d see and know and look at him with pity (Anzu) or disgust (Jou) or confusion (Honda) or empathy (Bakura) or amusementdesire (Kaiba).
Hands clenched shaking around his cards (so he doesn’t try to bat away empty air and make himself look even more crazy than he is) as the Other’s hands do entirely sinful (shameful) things to places on his body he’s uncomfortable having touched in private, let alone with all of his friends watching him. Trying to focus on the cards before him, because if he doesn’t, he’s going to lose. And this might just be a game between friends, but it’s still Kaiba he’s playing against and losing would be just as humiliating here as it would be in a tournament.
Besides, he never loses.
(Except maybe when he’s got the Other’s hands down his pants.)
And Kaiba’s smirking at him from across the table like he knows exactly what’s going on in front of him and, when Yuugi finally manages to distract himself from the sensations below his waist long enough to notice, he blushes a furious red that only makes Kaiba smirk all the wider.
Vicious twist and tightening grip and slick fingers that shove up into him and Yuugi finally can’t help but give in and gasp, body tensing in that far-too-long second before he forces himself to relax again.
And this is so far beyond funny.
“Wow, Yuugi.” Sarcastic, almost drawling voice that really isn’t making him shiver. “I hadn't realized that I had this kind of effect on you.”
And he should probably come up with some sort of retort, but his mouth really isn’t working that well, so instead he just shifts a little in his seat- twisting on the Other’s fingers.
Jou predictably leaps to his rescue. Or tries to. Not entirely certain what that filthy Kaiba is up to (and so not sure how exactly to reply), but willing to bet that it’s nothing good. “You haven’t got any kind of effect on Yuugi.”
Kaiba laughs, eyes still locked with Yuugi’s. “Of course I haven’t.”
And the Other chooses that moment to bite down on the junction of Yuugi’s neck and shoulder (hard) and push his fingers forcefully into Yuugi’s prostate.
His eyes roll up into his head and the groan that he can no longer hold in escapes.
And everyone’s eyes are on him as he stands on shaky legs and hastily retreats from the room before the Other can make him come in front of all of them.
Payback’s going to be such a bitch.
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