Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. I also do not profit from this work of fiction.

A/N: Woo, what everyone has been waiting for. They finally bone each other. Yay. So like, enjoy that?

Warnings: SEX, Descriptive Sex, they fuck. Like do not read if you don't wanna read about touching genitals! Rating has gone up and everything. Also, some cursing.

Chapter Summary: Some backstory, some play, and finally, the sex.

Chapter 3: Card Games Get You Laid (Eventually)

Without further ado, Yuugi hand-washed Atemu's shirt in the sink, dipped it in fabric softener, and hung it to dry in the bathroom. He did not bring up the previous topic again. He only proceeded to get breakfast ready for them both. It was only when the food was served and they were seated, that Yuugi finally began a new conversation.

"What did you mean when you said that you were used to getting dirty?" he asked.

Atemu looked up from his plate. His fork full of pancake and syrup paused right before his mouth. He leaned back in his chair with a blink, trying to remember when he had said that. He soon remembered that he had said it before he had removed his shirt and revealed his darkest secret. He was about to reply when he felt something drip onto his chest. With a soft curse, he realized that the syrup had flowed off the fork and onto him. Setting down the fork, Atemu used his fingers to wipe it off, unaware of Yuugi's intense stare and vivid blush.

"Well," Atemu said as he sucked the syrup off his fingers, "I'm a mechanic and sort of engineer for Kaibaland, so I always end up smeared in engine grease, dirt, and sometimes blood; pisses Seto off when I show up in his office like that. I don't think I own anything that isn't stained, actually. That's the main reason my clothes are mostly black." He used the napkin to finish the job and finally looked up to see Yuugi nervously tugging at his blonde bangs as he avoided Atemu's gaze. He noticed the blush as well, but decided not to comment on it. Yuugi seemed embarrassed by something and he did not want to shame him further.

"You're a mechanic?" Yuugi asked, gathering a small pile of egg onto his fork. His voice was slightly breathless and Atemu could not, for the life of him, figure out why. "Somehow, I didn't think that would be your chosen profession, but your jacket's smell makes sense now."

Atemu was not sure if he should be insulted or what Yuugi even meant by that. Did that mean that Yuugi did not think he looked smart enough? He felt immensely confused. What exactly had Yuugi meant? And what did his jacket's smell have to do with anything?

"What did you think my job was?" he asked instead.

"...bartender, perhaps?" Yuugi said with a light shrug.

Okay, now Atemu felt a little insulted.

"CEO maybe, or I kinda felt like you might be a trust fund baby."

"What about me is giving you these impressions?" Atemu asked. He was beginning to feel incredibly sore with this conversation. Why did Yuugi see him this way? He had worked hard to get where he was now, just like his cousin had. He had not even let Seto help him when he was broke and at the end of his rope.

Yuugi blushed and cleared his throat.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but … attractive people don't usually have normal jobs. They're usually rich by inheritance or an entrepreneur like Kaiba. Also, you're Kaiba's cousin and his family was well-off, I think."

Atemu nodded, he understood and was flattered that Yuugi found him attractive, though he had known that since the previous night when the seasoned duelist had come onto him. Yet, he still felt a bit bothered by the implication that he had been handed a successful life when, in actuality, he had had to crawl through piles of crap just to keep what little he had.

"I see," he said, "well, I'm definitely not a trust fund baby." He debated whether or not to tell Yuugi his story. Considering they had just met, it probably was not a great idea to spill his guts, but he could give Yuugi the highlights, just so he could destroy Yuugi's erroneous image of him. He was not comfortable being thought of as someone who had it easy in life when it was really quite the opposite. "While Seto's parents were well off, mine weren't," he said, "I actually never met my parents. They gave me up for adoption as soon as I was born. What little I know of them, I learned from Seto."

He cleared his throat and focused on his plate. He picked at his food and found he did not feel particularly hungry anymore. Remembering that he had been willingly abandoned by his own parents tended to ruin his appetite. He looked up to see Yuugi's reaction. He expected to see pity in Yuugi's violet gaze, but instead he saw bewilderment.

"You seem confused."

"Well, I suppose I just can't imagine anyone willingly giving up their child," Yuugi said honestly, "it must have been difficult growing up. I can't even begin to imagine what you went through."

Atemu shrugged a shoulder. He was an adult now. It did not matter to him anymore. He had family; Seto and Mokuba Kaiba. He did not need anyone else, especially the pair of strangers that made him. They did not have a place in his life; they had chosen to leave him and now he chose to not need them.

"Wasn't that bad," he lied, "I'm in one piece, aren't I?" He sent Yuugi a grin, his spirits perking up when the other smiled back.

They finished eating in silence, though more than once, Atemu caught Yuugi's appreciative gaze upon him. Atemu knew he had a good body. He took care of himself and it showed in his muscled build. He even had to deal with the cops a couple of times for stalkers. It had not been pleasant, but it was proof enough that he was not bad-looking at all.

But what really boosted Atemu's ego was Yuugi Mutou's undeniable interest. If he flexed or stretched once or twice for Yuugi's benefit, no one besides him had to know; if asked, he would deny it. For every glance that Atemu noticed, the more he felt he should do something. He could make a move and see if it led anywhere. He was not so vain as to think that once he flirted, Yuugi would be putty in his hands. For all Atemu knew, Yuugi only wanted to look at him and had no interest in pursuing him.

They washed the dishes together; Yuugi would clear the plate, Atemu would scrub. At one point, Yuugi accidentally flicked syrup at him, and Atemu had promptly responded by spraying him with the water hose.

"Atemu!" Yuugi gasped, aghast, face dripping with water.

Atemu looked up from where he was cleaning off the syrup from his chest, to snort, a smirk twisting his lips.

"You got me with syrup first," he laughed, pointing at his chest where he was still wiping it off.

"But it was an accident!" Yuugi protested, pouting when Atemu only continued to laugh at his damp form. To get revenge, Yuugi cupped a hand into the soapy water and whipped it at him, catching Atemu by surprise. He giggled when Atemu sputtered in indignation and smirked. He said, "Now we're even."

Atemu quickly grabbed the sponge and smushed it into Yuugi's cheek, grinning in satisfaction when Yuugi let out an indignant cry.

"No," he said, "now we're even." He ducked when Yuugi took hold of the hose and aimed for his face, missing him by inches. With no alternative or time to get away from the next impending blast, Atemu resorted to his last line of defense; he tickled Yuugi.

At first, the sudden nearness of Atemu's body had thrown Yuugi off, but then he felt those dancing fingers on his ribs and let out a loud squeal. Atemu was tickling him! With a peal of unwilling laughter, Yuugi struggled to remain upright, squirming to get away, but those twitching fingers pursued him relentlessly.

"N-no!" he screamed, "Not – HA, HA, HA – f-fair!"

"Surrender!"

Unable to reply because of his squeaky laughter, Yuugi gripped the hose and sprayed Atemu in the face in a last ditch effort to win. Unfortunately, Atemu took the hit directly and continued to torture his sides, demanding he give up. Yuugi was pinned against the sink, squirming and giggling with tears streaming from his eyes. He dropped the hose and shoved at Atemu, but the man was so slippery, that he couldn't get a decent hold on him.

It was only when Yuugi felt he was going to pee himself that he finally begged for mercy.

"I give!" he laughed, "I g-give! You – Ah! HA – you win! STOP, I'M GOING TO PEE!"

Atemu ceased his torture at once and supported Yuugi by his waist as the shorter man collapsed back against the sink, holding tightly to his biceps, panting heavily, knees weak. Atemu's victorious grin vanished when he realized what Yuugi looked like at that moment, held against him, eyes closed, neck temptingly bared, cheeks flushed and gasping. The thin, white shirt Yuugi wore was rendered completely see-through and Atemu could see Yuugi's delicious form through it.

Fuck, he thought, his body growing hot as desire pumped through his veins, thick and heavy. Yuugi was a sensual vision. Atemu gulped. Beads of stray water slithered down Yuugi's neck, pooling at his collarbone. Atemu's mouth went dry at the sight and he ached to lick up the drops. If Atemu wanted, he could easily lean down and lick up that water, lay claim to that delicious neck. And he wanted, oh, how Atemu wanted.

Oblivious to Atemu's less than pure thoughts, Yuugi regained his breath and sighed, smiling. He opened his eyes and looked up at Atemu, chuckling weakly.

"You don't play very fair, Atemu."

"All's fair in love and war," Atemu murmured distractedly. He was still eyeing Yuugi's delectable chest, eyes zeroed in on the two erect nipples showing through the very wet, very thin shirt. He could make a move right now. He could kiss Yuugi and hope for the best. Yuugi would either kiss him back or shove him away. He could take the chance. He should take the chance. He was a gambler by nature and he never lost.

There was a very deliberate change in the atmosphere and it turned heavy, weighing on them both with anxious intent. Atemu tensed and Yuugi stilled in his arms. Both became suddenly aware of each other and their flush, wet bodies.

Water dripped steadily from Atemu's golden bangs, down his face, and onto his pectorals. Yuugi's eyes followed the trail, tracing his plum-colored eyes over Atemu's handsome face and down his muscled chest. He blushed and Atemu licked his lips, hesitating.

Yuugi's attention was on Atemu like a starved man would eye a buffet. His plump bottom lip was pulled inwards by his teeth and he gazed up at Atemu with breathless need. Staring back at him were two smoldering red orbs and Yuugi knew what they wanted. He knew it because he wanted it as well. He wanted Atemu to kiss him and leave him a panting mess. He wanted Atemu to kiss him so thoroughly that Yuugi would forget his own name. He also wanted Atemu to fuck him, but he could wait for that.

"...kiss me."

"What?" Atemu was caught of guard by Yuugi's request. He had not expected Yuugi to speak. He had not expected Yuugi to do anything.

"You want to, don't you? Kiss me," Yuugi insisted, his gaze intense. His fingers twitched on Atemu's biceps like he would pull Atemu to him, but did not do so. Yuugi only waited.

"I was thinking about it," Atemu admitted.

"I don't have the courage to ask you a third time," Yuugi whispered, his hands clenching on Atemu's arms anxiously.

So Atemu leaned in, eyelids lowered but not completely shut. His heart sped up and he was nervous, but still, he pulled Yuugi's hips towards him and joined their lips together. Yuugi made a soft noise in his mouth and Atemu felt it hum against his lips. It made him shiver and it was like a switch had been thrown within him. He was suddenly too hot and his skin felt tight on his body. Atemu yanked Yuugi close, his wet shirt was cold and it stuck to him, but it was not enough to distract him.

He deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against Yuugi's lips. He wanted to taste Yuugi, to claim his mouth. Atemu wanted to explore him and devour him utterly. He ached to hear Yuugi moan his name and feel his thighs clamping down on his hips. Atemu pressed Yuugi against the sink and Yuugi made another sound. It was surprised, but not disagreeable. Atemu took that to mean he could proceed, so he slipped his hands down to grab two handfuls of Yuugi's pert ass.

Even with the thick sweatpants in the way, Yuugi's ass felt marvelous in Atemu's hands and he squeezed the cheeks, fondling them with eager palms. Yuugi made several small noises into the kiss and finally opened his mouth to let Atemu in.

He immediately slipped his tongue into Yuugi's mouth, taking his first taste of the young man he ached to bend over the kitchen table. The thought immediately left his mind as a more pleasing image of Yuugi flat on his back on a soft bed made its way forth. He licked along Yuugi's tongue and tasted syrup, pancakes, and soap from where Atemu had gotten him with the sponge. The combination was off, but Atemu did not mind it because it was also hot, slippery and mind-numbingly amazing.

Atemu felt Yuugi's hands exploring his chest and stomach with careful gropes. They slid against him, feeling his muscles and brushing reverently against his abs. Yuugi pinched one of his nipples and Atemu felt himself harden significantly in his pants. He slid up a hand and dipped the fingertips under both of Yuugi's waistbands.

There was only a second where Atemu waited for Yuugi to protest his action before he pushed past the bands to cup Yuugi's bare asscheek. The skin there felt soft against his calloused hand. As he caressed it, he felt goosebumps erupt on the skin and he dared to brush the tips of his fingers along the crevice between the cheeks. Yuugi shuddered against him and the hands that had been teasing his chest pinched at his nipples in encouragement.

Without missing a beat, Atemu slipped his other hand down Yuugi's pants and cupped the other cheek. Yuugi moaned against his mouth and Atemu spread them boldly to run his fingers over Yuugi's asshole.

Yuugi broke away from his mouth to gasp, back arching.

"Bedroom!" came Yuugi's breathless voice and Atemu heartily agreed with a rough squeeze of that astounding ass. Yuugi quickly reached behind himself to shut off the faucet and then he pulled Atemu's hands out of his pants, grabbing one to lead Atemu out of the kitchen.

Atemu stopped their progress halfway to press Yuugi against the wall in the hallway. He took Yuugi's lips with his own and impatiently shoved Yuugi's shirt up, skimming the palm of his hand along the flesh of his stomach. The shorter man groaned and buried his hands into Atemu's hair. But then Atemu slid his lips to Yuugi's jaw, kissing the skin and nipping his way down to Yuugi's neck. His other hand traveled down to lift Yuugi's thigh. He moved his hips between Yuugi's legs and ground them together. Yuugi cursed with a whine as their clothed, hardened lengths brushed together. When Atemu's mouth attached itself to Yuugi's neck, he pushed him away and grabbed his hand again, yanking him into a bedroom.

Atemu barely took notice of the purple walls and the hardwood floor. He had a brief glimpse of the queen-sized bed covered in a rust-orange duvet before he was whirled around and shoved onto it.

Surprised, but not at all displeased, Atemu watched as Yuugi crawled onto him, violet eyes smouldering with lust. Yuugi straddled him and Atemu sat up slightly to push the cardigan off of Yuugi's shoulders. They were both wearing entirely too many clothes for his tastes. Yuugi helped and tossed his sweater to the side before grabbing his shirt's collar and pulling it over his head. He whipped that away as well before meeting Atemu in another body-melting kiss.

Lightly, Atemu explored Yuugi's sides with his hands. When Yuugi squirmed against him, Atemu gripped him at the hips and dragged him down against himself. He rubbed their pelvises together and Yuugi moaned into his mouth. His hands darted down to Atemu's pants, popping the button and shoving down the zipper. After that, he did nothing, but his lips continued to move against Atemu's.

Atemu quickly cottoned on to Yuugi's hesitation then. Unsure why Yuugi was hesitating, Atemu decided to encourage him by pushing down his pants and boxer-briefs. He shivered as the cold hair surrounded his heated penis and took Yuugi's idle hand then, moving it to the space above his aching member. He let go and to his relief, Yuugi dropped the hand to his bed of dark curls before tentatively caressing him.

His cock twitched at the contact and he hummed appreciatively, but then Yuugi abruptly pulled away. Atemu followed his lips but Yuugi firmly placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. He looked at Yuugi with confusion and the younger man cleared his throat.

"Um," Yuugi said, lowering his gaze to Atemu's heaving chest, "give me a minute. I'll be right back."

And before Atemu could protest, Yuugi shuffled off of him and darted out of the room, closing the door behind him. Atemu stared at the closed bedroom door and sighed before collapsing back onto the bed. He yanked up his waistband because the room was cold and sat up. With a single hand, Atemu ran his fingers through his hair, rubbing at his scalp as he tried to divine the reason for Yuugi's quick escape, breathing deeply to try and relax his pounding heart. When he came up with nothing, he took to stretching his arms and back, loosening the muscles for whatever happened next. Bracing his elbows on his knees, Atemu finally took a good look around the room.

For a moment, he felt dazed. The thought that he was in Yuugi Mutou's bedroom entered his mind and Atemu had to close his eyes and take a breath to calm down his still-racing heart. He was in his idol's bedroom, but he was not so sure if he still saw Yuugi that way. When thinking of Yuugi, Atemu used to feel a fire inside him as he imagined facing him in a dueling arena. Now, there was a very different type of fire inside him. While he still wanted to one day face Yuugi in a match, the dueling arena he had once imagined was no longer there. In its place was Yuugi's coffee table and instead of Yuugi's old school uniform, Atemu imagined Yuugi in his sweats, sitting across from him with a friendly smile on his face.

The desire to win against Yuugi in a Duel Monsters game had lessened as well. He still felt it, only there was something there that was much stronger than that. What he felt was a desire to see Yuugi falling apart at his touch, to have the younger man surrendering himself to Atemu completely. Forget card games, autographs, and pictures, Atemu wanted Yuugi and his amazing ass. The pedestal Atemu had placed Yuugi on was deteriorating and he found himself seeing Yuugi eye to eye, rather than from below. He no longer felt as though Yuugi was unreachable.

Atemu looked to the side and his eyes fell upon Yuugi Mutou's infamous golden pyramid. It was sitting innocently on the bedside table, next to the radio clock and a lamp. He eyed it and noticed that it was not as shiny and sharp-looking as it seemed on television. Up close, it looked like an old relic, slightly dull and worn. He had always wanted to touch it. Atemu had always thought that the first thing he did upon meeting Yuugi Mutou was ask him if he could hold the pyramid (or even just touch it).

But as he looked at it now, Atemu searched for that desire to touch, but the curiosity and fascination had vanished. And, all of a sudden, Atemu was no longer in the Game King's bedroom; he was in Yuugi's room and the pyramid was just another decoration. Atemu hummed thoughtfully and looked down at the tent in his underwear. His thoughts moved away from idolatry and Atemu decided Yuugi really had the worst timing.

With a grimace at his boner, Atemu laid back on the bed and waited, wondering why Yuugi had decided to run off just when things were getting interesting. He thought of Yuugi's incredible ass and his cock twitched. Once Atemu had gotten his hands on those cheeks, he had been aching to have them. He was an ass man and he could not deny it. Yuugi's ass had felt so perfect that the mere thought of it made Atemu throb with need. He sighed again and waited, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow. He examined Yuugi's pale purple walls and noticed that the young man did not have any posters or decorations. In fact, Yuugi's room was rather plain.

By the time Atemu was brought out of his reverie several minutes later, his boner was nonexistent. There was a click and Atemu sat up to see Yuugi entering the room and quickly shutting the door. The pale man was wearing a thin, blue bathrobe and did not appear to have anything on underneath it. Atemu licked his lips and Yuugi walked over to him, a light blush on his face.

"I thought you'd be naked by now," Yuugi said and Atemu's flaccid issue quickly resolved itself as Yuugi undid the knot of his robe. The blush on Yuugi's cheeks deepened as he let the cloth fall open and Atemu grew even harder. He had been correct in his assumption that Yuugi was not wearing anything underneath the robe. He took in Yuugi's naked form with great appreciation as the robe slipped from Yuugi's shoulders and down to the floor. "Like what you see?" But there was a slight nervousness in Yuugi's tone.

"Definitely," Atemu responded, "you're stunning."

Yuugi blinked at him in slight surprise, and for a moment, he looked away shyly. But before Atemu could do anything, Yuugi was moving towards him, climbing the bed and over him once more. As soon as Yuugi straddled his hips, Atemu smelled it. Oranges. He blinked and noted Yuugi's damp hair as well.

"...did you take a shower?"

The pretty blush on Yuugi's face turned into a deep shade of embarrassment and Atemu could not help but chuckle, even as Yuugi pouted at him.

"Don't laugh," Yuugi told him and Atemu ceased his laughter instantly.

"Forgive me," Atemu said and pulled Yuugi in a gentle kiss, "I was just thinking that I could have joined you." And he was not lying. Atemu really did think it a pity that Yuugi had not asked him to join in on the shower.

"Maybe next time," Yuugi mumbled against his lips before pressing them together. They leaned back onto the bed and Atemu's hands immediately wandered up Yuugi's legs until they reached his ass. He took handfuls of the round globes and a groan left his mouth. He could not wait to be buried in that ass. Once more like before, he ran the tips of his fingers along the crevice between Yuugi's cheeks. He pressed his middle finger between them and rubbed Yuugi's asshole before pausing and pulling away from Yuugi's lips. He frowned.

"Did you … prepare yourself?"

The deep red of Yuugi's face was answer enough. Atemu stared at Yuugi and briefly imagined the younger man fingering himself under a spray of hot steamy water before licking his lips. "That's fucking hot," he breathed and then they were kissing again and Atemu was slipping his finger inside of him.

"Condoms," he murmured as he kissed Yuugi, "We need … a condom." Then he rolled them so their positions were switched. Yuugi mumbled something incoherent in reply. Atemu removed his hands from Yuugi's ass to shove down his remaining clothes, sealing their lips together once more. He managed to push his pants and underwear to his feet and even succeeded in kicking off his boots. Once he was rid of them, he moved his hands back to what they most coveted, and groped that soft ass. They kissed and Yuugi bit Atemu's bottom lip without warning.

Yuugi jumped in surprise when Atemu growled in his throat and yelped at the smack that came soon after. The two men froze and Yuugi pulled away from Atemu's lip to look at him and Atemu stared back with wide eyes.

"Did you just –"

"Oh, my god."

Atemu was mortified.

"Did you really just spank me?" Yuugi asked incredulously.

"Oh, my god. Yuugi, I'm so sorry."

"I can't believe you just spanked me."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Yuugi." Atemu made to pull away, but Yuugi grabbed a hold of his biceps to stop him.

"Stop apologizing," Yuugi said quickly, "I think I liked it."

"But I – you did?" Atemu stared at Yuugi with a raised eyebrow, "really? You're into that?"

Yuugi flushed and pursed his lips.

"Don't look at me like that. You're into it too or you wouldn't have done it."

"Well, you got me there," Atemu agreed with a nod.

"Good," Yuugi said and raised his head, "now shut up and kiss me."

Atemu did, meshing their lips together. He rocked against Yuugi's hips and a soft curse left him.

"Yuugi," he said, "condoms. Where are they?"

"What?" was Yuugi's mumbled question as he kissed down to Atemu's neck.

"Condoms," Atemu moved away to look Yuugi in the eye. He couldn't think when Yuugi was kissing him. Yuugi looked up at him with confusion before he blinked.

"Oh."

Atemu pushed himself up to his hands and knees.

"Why do I not like the sound of that 'oh'?"

"So … here's the thing," Yuugi said and winced, "I kinda don't have any condoms?"

"How do you not have any condoms?" Atemu stared at Yuugi with disbelief and Yuugi squirmed under his gaze. His need was a pulsing, heavy weight against Yuugi's ass and he was sure Yuugi could feel it. Atemu was rather hoping that Yuugi was joking and did, in fact, have condoms. Only, Yuugi did not look like he was about to laugh. No, Yuugi looked pained.

"Well," Yuugi shrugged, "what about you?"

"I only brought my deck," Atemu said in a deadpan.

"Yeah, well," Yuugi huffed, "mirror force isn't the kind of protection we need right now!"

"I came to play a card game, not get laid! Those things are not mutually exclusive. How was I supposed to know this was going to happen?" Atemu groaned and leaned his forehead onto Yuugi's collarbone, sighing dejectedly. He moved off of Yuugi to lay beside him, staring up at the ceiling and trying to calm his raging hard-on. He felt frustrated, horny, and disappointed. Beside him, Yuugi huffed again, and Atemu was sure he was not the only one.

"I can't believe my virginity is still intact all because of a stupid condom," Yuugi said with a whine.

Atemu turned his head to look at Yuugi.

"...you're a virgin?"

"Don't judge," and Yuugi shot him a look to make sure, "I just haven't had the chance with my crazy life."

"Not judging, just surprised," Atemu said as he watched Yuugi.

"Why?"

Atemu turned onto his side and lifted himself up on an elbow to look at Yuugi better.

"Because you're really attractive," Atemu told him.

"Oh," Yuugi said, as though surprised, "you were serious about that?"

Atemu grimaced at him and motioned to his dick that had yet to go down.

"Did you not notice my boner?" he responded dryly and Yuugi laughed.

The younger man then leaned up to kiss him gently.

"Thanks," he grinned and Atemu sighed.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to stop myself from molesting you," he told Yuugi, but Yuugi's grin only grew wider. He looked at Atemu for a long moment before he visibly shivered.

"Okay," he said, "I'm a virgin. Are you clean?"

Atemu's brow creased at the question and he nodded.

"I get checked regularly, so yeah. Why –"

"Then fuck the condom and screw me," Yuugi said and then he was shoving Atemu onto his back and climbing over him. The fire was back and they were kissing. Yuugi bit at Atemu's lip and it was like a trigger for Atemu's hand. Yuugi moaned, gripping at Atemu's shoulders. He sucked on Atemu's bottom lip and pulled away to look down at him. The man was gazing up at him with ardent, red eyes and Yuugi was deeply satisfied by the look. He kissed down Atemu's neck and paused at the junction of his shoulder. He licked at the spot, sucking lightly before biting down.

Atemu's grip on his ass increased and Yuugi enjoyed the sting of Atemu's palm when it came.

"Tell me you have lube," Atemu pleaded, his voice rough with arousal and Yuugi darted up to flounder about as he ripped open the bedside table. He shoved things aside carelessly and grabbed the bottle of lube. He did not bother closing the drawer and turned back to Atemu, holding the bottle aloft before him.

Atemu grabbed the bottle and popped open the cap. He was just about to pour it onto his fingers when several knocks sounded at the front door. Atemu paused and looked up to Yuugi uncertainly.

"There's someone at the door."

Yuugi shrugged and rubbed against the hardness at his ass.

"Don't care," he said, "whoever it is can come back later. I, however, need you inside me like five minutes ago."

Atemu closed his eyes as Yuugi ground down on him and squeezed a little too hard on the bottle in his haste, spurting the liquid. He coated his fingers and Yuugi lifted himself up onto his knees. Atemu got two fingers inside of him and the knocks came again. They ignored it and Atemu made sure that Yuugi was indeed prepared enough before coating himself in the lube.

The house phone rang.

"You have a phone call," Atemu said absently.

"They can call again later."

He tossed the bottle aside carelessly and Atemu held his erection as Yuugi centered himself over it.

Atemu's phone rang next, followed by louder, more insistent pounding. The tip of Atemu's dick was at Yuugi's asshole.

"ATEMU, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT," came a loud, booming voice, "I CAN HEAR YOUR PHONE RINGING."

It was Seto Kaiba and he sounded pissed.

Atemu and Yuugi looked to each other and Yuugi leaned down to kiss him.

"He can't get in. He doesn't have a key," Yuugi said between his kisses. He pushed down and the head of Atemu's cock slid into him. Yuugi whimpered at the size of him and bit down on his lip. Atemu clenched his teeth and did not dare move, waiting for Yuugi to adjust. But then Yuugi was sliding down his length and Atemu was groaning. The knocking at the door was superfluous.

"Oh, my god, you're enormous," Yuugi gasped and Atemu moved his hands to Yuugi's hips, trying his best to not grip him too tightly.

"And you're really fucking tight," Atemu gasped and Yuugi braced his hands on Atemu's shoulders.

Yuugi began to move, rising experimentally before sliding back down. He hummed and Atemu abruptly jerked his hips, striking Yuugi's prostrate head on. Yuugi yelped.

"Yuugi, buddy! Are you okay? We're coming in!"

It was Katsuya Jounouchi's voice.

"Shit," Yuugi said as he rose and fell on Atemu's cock, "that's Jounouchi."

"Oh, god, so?" Atemu asked him, helping Yuugi along. He did not know how he was still talking. Yuugi's ass was heaven and all he could think about was how good it felt to fuck him.

"He has a key," Yuugi moaned as he sped up his movements, dragging himself up and down on Atemu's penis, but it was not fast enough. He needed more.

"...you're kidding," Atemu stopped aiding Yuugi's movements as his words broke into his hazed mind.

"Oh, god, I wish I were," Yuugi panted, "Fuck it. Let them find us. It'll serve them right for trying to cockblock. Oh, god, Atemu, move faster!"

Atemu wholeheartedly agreed and swiftly whipped their positions around so he could comply. He rammed into Yuugi with a vengeance and Yuugi screamed in pleasure. His hips slapped against Yuugi's ass and he desperately obeyed his every cry of "more!" and "harder!" and "right there!"

Yuugi was about to come when the door burst open and both Kaiba and Jounouchi rushed in.

"Oh, my god, my eyes!"

"Atemu, what the fuck. I could have gone my entire life without seeing your ass!"

"Get out!" Atemu shouted. He did not even bother to pause, he was so close. The ever-increasing volume of Yuugi's shrieks told him that Yuugi was also near his end.

The intruders stumbled out the room, echoing cries of disgust and horror. It served them right.

Atemu used his last burst of energy to increase his pace, grabbing Yuugi's cock, and jerking it along. Not ten seconds had passed when Yuugi came with a loud cry of Atemu's name. Yuugi's tight passage clenched and spasmed with his orgasm and Atemu could not hold on any longer. He came with a curse, his hips stuttering and losing all sense of rhythm. He dropped and buried his face into Yuugi's neck, riding out his orgasm with the delicious scent of oranges teasing his nose.

When some semblance of thought came back to him, Atemu felt Yuugi kissing his shoulder with languorous brushes of his lips. He nuzzled Yuugi's neck and nipped at the skin lazily. He really wanted to fall asleep just then. He was sated and tired, and he had not slept much the night before. Atemu felt proud of himself for being able to perform even with his extreme lack of sleep.

Yuugi's hands caressed his sides and he hummed with contentment.

"Think they'll ever forget about this?" he murmured and Atemu lifted his head to look down at Yuugi's rather blissful expression. He decided that he really liked that look on Yuugi's face. He pressed a kiss to Yuugi's cheek and Yuugi bumped their noses together before kissing him fully, though unlike their ravenous kisses from before, this one was languid and sweet; Atemu decided he liked that too. He moved away and smiled.

"Didn't you hear? Seto saw my bare ass," he said, "he'll be having nightmares for years to come."

Yuugi laughed and Atemu really enjoyed the sound of it. He knew then that he would never be able to hear enough of it. With a smile, Atemu carefully pulled out of Yuugi and gently shifted them onto their sides, ignoring the mess between them. Yuugi looked at him with contentment and his eyelids fluttered briefly.

"I don't know what the etiquette is after you have sex with someone," Yuugi murmured, "but I could really use some sleep right now and I think you could too."

Atemu hummed in agreement and pulled Yuugi close, tucking his head under his chin.

"Fuck etiquette," Atemu said, "we can make our own rules."

"Sounds good to me," Yuugi whispered.

The next thing Atemu knew, Yuugi's breaths had become long and slow. And after carefully cocooning them into the duvet to ward off the chill of the room, Atemu closed his eyes and followed Yuugi into sleep.

The End

A/N: To the bartenders out there, your job is amazing and it helps many get through their lives (like me, y'all make my life so much better with those mixed drinks). No offense intended by this chapter.

Also, I most definitely trolled this chapter. My bad, but considering the ridiculousness of this story, I felt that a ridiculous sex scene was needed. (Also, if you haven't already, and need more Atemu/Yuugi in your lives, check out my other fics. Plenty of Atemu/Yuugi there!)

So, let me know what you thought of the ending to this fic? (Tell me you giggled once or twice, please!)