Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Endless ❯ Sweet Surrender ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-gi-oh, this would be a manga. As it is, we have to settle for doujinshi.

My first PWP story! I am still going to write Touch eventually, though. DYDOM and Forgiveness (will) have lemons, but still…

Warning: kinkiness in all chapters.

Michael: DO NOT READ THIS. I am SERIOUS. Maybe much later in our relationship. I will be pissed as hell if you read this. (my boyfriend)

Oh, and from last chapter: Heba=game=Yugi, Kkwy=darkness=Yami, Yuuhi=Atemu=the evening/setting sun, all are literal translations: the spell they are using to understand each other translates names as well. What is used indicates whose viewpoint I am writing from.

Oh, and random Y/Y coolness: re. the God Atum/Atem's kids: "Later myths said that his children were products of his relationship with his shadow…"

http://www.egyptianmyths.net/atum.htm

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They went into Atemu's private room. Atemu mage-locked the door behind him, and activated the soundproofing. He licked his lips. This was going to be a LONG night.

Turning to Heba, he gave a seductive smirk. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Kkwy relaxing into a sedan chair. Wise, to conserve his strength. The armor had disappeared again. The view was much better without it.

Heba shuddered with anticipation. Atemu laughed. Stalking over to Heba, he pinned the delicious one's wrists to the door and took the opportunity to bend down and taste his captive. "You're going to have to take down you shields, little one, for me to cast the spell."

Yugi shuddered, caught between fear and want. If he took down his shields, Yuuhi would be able to do anything to Yugi he wanted to. Of course, Yami would stop Yuuhi if he tried to do anything bad, but…

Yami didn't keep up any shields against Yugi's light magic. Yami liked being helpless before him. Yugi could sense that it made him feel, strangely, safe. Yugi had always felt weird about it. His culture said love was between equals. He loved Yami as his equal, yet Yami loved him so, so deeply even though he worshipped Yugi as a god above him, taking his greatest pleasure in tending to Yugi's every whim.

He loved being tied up and forced to beg. He truly did. Yugi could not understand it. He did it, interspersed with the kinder, mutual worship he preferred, because he could feel that Yami needed it somehow, but he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't good for Yami.

It felt like… he was degrading Yami. And that was wrong. After so long, so long held captive and tortured, Yami deserved to be his own free person. He was wonderful, Yugi's equal.

But… he'd wanted what Yuuhi had shown him, in that vision he had sent. And it wasn't that he wanted to be degraded, used. There… was more to it than that. Yami was proud, underneath it all. It… being used, made him feel more loved. Why…

"Because," Yuuhi whispered in his ear, "the play of Master and Slave is not about hate, defeat, and surrender as you seem to think it is, but trust. The one who gives his submission gives as the most precious gift he has to give: himself. And to have that gift accepted, to see it bring pleasure to the loved one, brings great joy. The Master knows that that gift is given out of love and complete trust. And to show their beloved that that trust is deserved, to slowly bring them to helpless ecstasy, is an act of deepest love. He," he nodded at Yami, "has given you that gift. Lives to give you all that he is, and know that gift is treated as a treasure. And you did this for him even when you did not know what you were doing, when it felt abhorrent to you." Yuuhi grasped Yugi's chin and bent down to examine his eyes. "I truly am a god, to contain such an angel within me." He breathed. And kissed Yugi, sealing the spell he had cast when Yugi took his shields down.

Yugi felt his body become a puppet, and he was frozen, unable to move.

But he wasn't afraid. He could feel Yami's love, and Yuuhi's love, and he wasn't afraid at all. He trusted. He would have shivered in anticipation, if he could move. He felt himself grow even harder at the thought. At this moment, knowing he was loved and protected, and held gently… it was addicting.

Yuuhi sat on the edge of the bed. "Let's begin, slave."

Yugi felt his hands move without him willing it, responsive to Yuuhi's will. He slowly was stripped, turning and twisting and caressing himself. It felt so good, and he wanted…

Yuuhi forced himself to control his desires. He's played this game with concubines female and male and had wives begging to fulfill their wifely duties, but he'd never been so aroused.

He'd left the little one control over one part of himself. His mouth. The moans and whimpers issuing from it were completely unhindered by modesty. Truly, this was a wonderful little game. Wonderful Heba. He wasn't even trying to struggle. But later, he would.

He tore his gaze from the sight, relaxing his spells for a moment to gaze at Kkwy, who was gazing impassively at the scene. Atemu frowned. `Looks like he got all my control. Oh! He's using magic. Useful spell, otherwise living within this wanton one, he'd never be able to get anything done…'

Heba had noticed the will that moved him had ceased, and was whimpering, pleading for attention. Atemu smirked and moved the little one's alabaster hands almost to his aching need.

"Well? What would you have me do, beautiful one?" He smirked.

"Please! Please! I… I… want!" Heba whimpered. He was trying to fight the bonds, trying to reach the part of him that ached. But moving against the magic, delicious silky shadow, was only making him even more aroused.

"What do you want?" Atemu prompted.

"You! Please… do something!"

"Who is `you'?" Atemu tilted his head, feigning puzzlement. He gave him one sharp stroke.

Heba got it now. This would be delicious.

"Please, Pharaoh! Your slave needs the rapture only his Master can give him!" Heba was trying to get him to lose control now.

Yugi knew he could still win this game. He whimpered artistically.

Atemu's fingers twitched. He wanted to throw the little vixen down on the bed and ravish him, now! But his bargain with Kkwy… submission. The little one was still trying to win.

Atemu decided to take things to the next level. He gestured, and he ceased to shield his energies. Cords of braided light and shadow were revealed around Heba, tugging and caressing him. Heba moaned as he was twisted around, flexing erotically.

"Beg." Atemu ordered.

And Heba did. Plea after shameless plea fell from his lips. Whenever his words pleased Atemu, in reward he gave him a touch where he needed it most, light and teasing or a hard pump. Finally, Atemu could take it no more. He gestured, and his clothes disappeared. He held Heba in place so the bright one could appreciate the sight, bringing forth fawning praise of his perfect form.

Yuuhi couldn't want to see Kkwy's body.

He tugged the toy ruthlessly forward and forced him to his knees, Heba's mouth right in front of his manhood. "You want this?" Atemu asked, breathing hoarsely at the sight of the little one, whose eyes were still wide open and innocent, despite the transparent lust.

"Yes, oh Master! I live to please you!" Yugi breathed. He wanted, oh how he wanted! He held his mouth wide open, waiting. He knew how to do this, he did it to Yami enough. And now he felt why Yami had writhed and begged and praised the bringer of pleasure, the trusted one, the one he gave himself to.

Atemu couldn't take it any more. He placed his hands in Heba's hair and pulled that delicious wet little mouth onto him. The morsel was experienced enough that Atemu didn't have to use his magic to ease discomfort. Just to give pleasure. But first…

"Please me, slave, and you will be rewarded." Atemu growled.

A second later he had to bite back a moan. By Ra! The light one could suck! Now to reward him…

One of Yugi's hands crept back, sliding slowly over his skin, the other began to lightly touch his length. The whimpers and muffled begging added to Yuuhi's pleasure.

Yugi felt a magically-lubricated finger enter him, and begin to massage. He'd felt that before: even though Yami wouldn't take him, he'd still wanted to pleasure his Master from the inside out.

Surrendering to his desires was fun! He didn't have to worry about pleasing someone else, he could just sit back and enjoy what was being done lovingly to him.

A second and third finger joined the first, and he screamed around Yuuhi as he was thrusted into by his own hand, covered with stimulating magic.

What of his mind wasn't gone was reflecting that Yuuhi was definitely using magic to keep them both from coming.

Finally, when Atemu decided Heba had been stretched enough he would feel no pain, he sharply jerked that luscious mouth off of him, prompting another delicious whimper at the lost. "Beg." He said.

"Please, please, Master, Pharaoh, Divine one! Fill this unworthy one with your seed!" Yugi didn't care he was being ridiculously over the top. Whatever worked.

"You have pleased your Master, little slave. You may come."

And pleasure long denied flooded through Yugi and he screamed his gratitude.

When he could think again he sensed that Yuuhi's magic had released him. He looked at Yuuhi and whimpered. "Please, Master? I want you in me."

Atemu smirked over at Kkwy, who nodded, acknowledging Atemu had won. Heba was submitting of his own free will, because it brought him pleasure. He finally understood Kkwy's desires. So Kkwy was a winner as well. A good Heba.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, and I will give you what you desire."

Yugi quickly did as he was told, quivering in anticipation. He'd felt what Yami had felt over the link, but this was going to be his first time being taken for real…

Atemu got behind him and gently probed him, using magic to relax the muscles still further. Finally, he began to slide slowly into the small form. Finally, he stopped, completely buried.

Yugi moaned at feeling so filled. Pleas began to drop from his lips. He wanted… and he knew his Master would give him that pleasure.

Atemu began to move, sliding in and out, faster and faster. His calloused hands reached to grasp Heba's manhood, stroking faster and faster…

A chorus of moans flew from the bed, Yugi slowly losing the power of speech. Sooooo good…

Shadows and light flickered around them as they added magical caresses to each other's pleasure. Finally, Heba cried out beneath him, and Atemu's seed spilled into the little one. Heba collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Atemu fell on top of him and rolled him over. He immediately began to use his own hands to tiredly caress, exploring the other's soft skin, bringing forth soft sighs as Atemu began to lick the small one clean.

He felt a touch on his back and turned, opening his mouth so Kkwy could taste his Master's essence. Their eyes met, and Atemu saw the gratitude there for the pleasure Atemu had given Heba, Kkwy's beloved Master.

And Yami could see the anticipation in Yuuhi's eyes. They smirked. This would be fun.

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Oh god, I am so embarrassed. Michael, if you read this, you are DEAD. You hear me? DEAD.

My second lemon. Please say it didn't totally suck.