She gave a soft moan the moment she opened her eyes, tiredly, as if she woke up from a deep slumber, having slept too many hours in a warm bed. Her mouth felt dry and raspy, like someone had forced a wad of sand paper down her throat. Her vision was blurred, unfocused, and she blinked twice, thrice, to no avail. Moving her arms and legs, she heaved a sigh of relief that everything seemed to be working fine, even though her arms felt a little strange; bend, in an unnatural angle. She tilted her head, her foggy vision focusing on her right arm, which was tied- tied?- at the wrist to something looking like the railing of a bed. What happened? I was just having a drink...orange juice...
Voices. She heard voices close by, and felt another surge of relief flowing through her body.
"He... hello? A-anyone there?"
"I think she is awake. Shizuka?"
Her lips curled into a smile, recognizing the voice immediately. Trying to focus, her smile widened even more when she could make out the black hair with the magenta tips, framed by large golden bangs. No matter how foggy her vision was, she would always recognize one of her best friends without a single hesitation.
"Yuugi-san," she said, dissolving into a coughing fit. "Yuugi-san...!"
He turned around, moving towards her, approaching her on the bed, or whatever she was lying on.
"Shizuka," his voice barely reached her ears, "how are you feeling?"
She shook her head, not used to feeling so dizzy and disorientated. Hopefully Yuugi could fill her in about what happened, because... it suddenly dawned to her that she was stripped to her underwear. She wasn't wearing any clothes! A furious blush spread across her cheeks and she blinked stubbornly with her eyes again, forcing herself to focus.
"Yuugi-san, what happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not feeling very well..."
"I am sorry about that. I did not expect you to wake up so soon..."
"That's because you gave her not enough, you stupid fuck," the second voice came again, raw and clipped.
Shizuka winced, the harsh language something she really didn't appreciate, and the tone hurting her ears. This voice was harder to identify, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a white mass of hair, and pale skin.
"Bakura-san?"
"Yes, it's me. Now be a good little bitch and shut the fuck up."
She winced again, not understanding why gentle, kind Bakura Ryou suddenly threw in expletives in every sentence he spoke. Shifting uncomfortably, she picked up a rattling noise; her restraints clanking against the bed rail. Neither of the two showed any interest of releasing her, even though Yuugi was standing so close that it would hardly be an inconvenience to him.
"What happened?" She repeated, while her mind was frantically trying to get back on track again. Orange juice, her brain kept repeating, going for a drink with Yuugi-san and Bakura-san after school...
"I said, shut up!"
"Bakura, give the girl a rest. She is feeling a little woozy right now."
"Fine, fine...let's continue. I don't have all day, you know."
"All right."
He leaned over her, extending his hand. Shizuka automatically showed him another smile. Yuugi would release her, he was one of her best friends, with him around everything would be all right. Strange things usually happened around him, but she knew she could trust him, always. Had he ever lied to her? Ever mistreated her? Her smile turned into a surprised grimace as his hand didn't go to undo her restraint, but slid over her breast, touching her where she had never allowed anyone to touch her before.
"Yuugi-san!" She wasn't that dizzy or confused enough to shout indignantly, but her voice abandoned her and it came out as a mere squeak. "Quit it! This isn't funny!"
"Shhh," he simply answered, voice smoothing and definitely a few octaves lower than usual. With his face so close to her, his crimson red eyes were more than noticeable and she gasped.
"Mou hitori no Yuugi-san!"
"Yes, Shizuka?"
"Quit it..."”
His hand was still on her breast; his touch was as hot as fire, burning through the thin fabric of her lace bra. Squirming, she wanted to turn away from him, but when she did, the palm of his hand slid over her nipple, sending a fierce shiver through her.
Silence, except for her breathing which seemed to sound like thunder to her own ears. Her vision became more focused, and she could take in her surroundings—she was in a simple room, a bedroom, with plain furniture: a dresser, a mirror on the wall, a cupboard, a chair in the corner... and Bakura standing at the foot end of the bed, grinning at her. She was too afraid and confused to start trembling. Weren't those two enemies? They both fought each other during the Battle City Finals and from what her brother told her, also during Duelist Kingdom. Both were dark entities, spirits residing in golden Items who used the bodies of her friends to interact with the outside world, both pursuing their own goals.
"What's going on?" Hating her voice for sounding like a scared mouse, she moved her head again into Yuugi's direction; he was the one to stop all of this... he would never let anything happen to her, right? Right?
There was something different about his face. Not the calm and composed, albeit arrogant look he usually wore, something else. She felt a little frightened, realizing that he wasn't going to help her... not saving her from Bakura, whose dark personality was leering at her. Self-conscious, she tried to curl up and once again to roll on her side, her legs not being tied to the bed, much to her relief.
"Do not worry, Shizuka, we are not here to cause you any harm. Shh..."
"Mou hitori no Yuugi-san... why are you doing this?"
A loud snicker came from Bakura's direction, and he moved away from the foot end of the bed.
"Why yes, Pharaoh, do tell the girl why you're doing this," he drawled, looking as if he was terribly amused. Shizuka tried to ignore the shiver running down her spine, as well as the strange tingling sensation spreading through her body; he never took off his hand from her breast.
"I have my reasons," he answered a little miffed, "and you would behave, mou hitori no Bakura."
"Stop calling me that," the other hissed, leaning forward and hooking his fingers into Shizuka’s underwear.
"What are you..?" Her voice went off into a yelp when her panties were ripped to shreds, and this time she tried to kick with her legs. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind- this wasn't happening, not to her! This wasn't what she wanted! This was only for her Prince Charming, her Valentine, her shining knight who would light scented candles and would cover her bed in rose petals before he'd lie her down, softly, gently, tenderly...
"Bakura!"
The thief flung the pitiful remnants of the piece of clothing over the edge of the bed, not looking very impressed. "What?"
"We have plenty of time. There is no need for such rash actions."
"I don't fucking care, Pharaoh. It's not my problem that you want to cover up your lack of experience by stalling."
"I have lots of experience! How dare you even assume I would lack it?"
"Because you're still fondling her tit, you twit!"
"There is nothing wrong with wanting to reassure her."
"Reassure the girl or yourself?"
"Shut up, Bakura!"
The thief cackled in amusement, watching Shizuka squirm. She felt cold and even more exposed; tears started to form in her eyes. She wasn't stupid; she knew what they were going to do to her and it would hurt and she would bleed and no one would believe her and oh god...The ripping sound of her bra made her arch up, another surprised cry leaving her mouth. Goosebumps were all over her arms and she shivered violently, completely naked, and the tears she managed to hold back were flowing freely now.
"The little bitch is crying," Bakura remarked dryly, removing the torn bra, sticking his fingers through the holes he tore in the lace.
"Bakura, is a little bit of manners too much to ask?"
"Apparently so."
"Stop it, let me go..!" Shizuka moved her arms again, the restraints not budging for an inch. "I don't want this... let me go!"
Her eyes widened at seeing that very same look on Bakura's face, the way he was leering at her, eyes travelling over her naked body... her mind couldn't grasp that she was looking at pure lust. She wasn't Shizuka to them, or the younger sister of a best friend, she was... an object. Drawing up her legs, shaking her head as in denial, she tried to stop her tears. If they were going to… do this to her, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction to see her cry.
"Let me go," she repeated, her voice still hoarse. From all the thoughts running in her mind, the longing for a glass of water was the strongest and she licked her lips; but at the moment she did, warm lips captured hers, gently, as in a kiss as sweet as a fluffy cloud. All her protests melted away in this searing kiss, and to her own dismay, she moaned very softly, parting her lips to invite his tongue in.
His hand was on her breast again, her naked breast, palm gently rubbing, fingers touching the sensitive skin. Another shiver, no, a forceful shudder, travelled through her body. This... this was something she could like. This wasn't so bad. These touches, a little hesitating, soft, almost caring if she could delude herself enough, were bearable... no, more than bearable. She found herself pressing against his warm touch, arching a little up from the bed. The kiss seemed never-ending, and her eyes slid shut, enjoying the maelstrom of sensations.
It was easy to drown, to completely loose oneself in a kiss like this, and she parted her lips more, greedily, wanting to taste the other Yuugi- not the cheerful, smiling high school kid infatuated with his games and puzzles, but the Pharaoh, the winner, the victor. He could be her knight in shining armor if he continued like this... and she barely recognized the whining sound in her voice when he broke up the kiss, to lower his head and kissing her on her throat instead. His fingers were still on her breast, but his other hand was stroking her side, caressing the skin. She squirmed a little, not knowing what to do- did she have to like this, or feel embarrassed and used? He was gentle, touching and stroking, nothing wrong... his grip was becoming firmer, a little harsher. Shizuka felt her cheeks redden, as well as her breath quickening, and her earlier confusion returned; how did she have to feel about all of this, of this she had reserved for only that special someone in her life, not for... her mind wandered again, becoming clouded, as another pair of hands started to touch her body.
Bakura's ministration were not as gentle as the Pharaoh's, and the question rose in her mind why both of them were occupying themselves with her, sworn enemies who faced many a duel against each other, and still... they somehow had agreed to work together; the only thing she could remember at the moment was that Yuugi had invited her for something to drink after school and if it was okay if Bakura-kun came along? She hadn't refused, of course, but what exactly had happened that made her end up here, was still a mystery to her. A sizzling, hot mystery and she would've pondered it, if fingers hadn't found their way to that sensitive spot right between her legs, and all her feelings of exposure and self-consciousness were overboard the second she was touched there. Throwing her head back, she gave a loud cry, this time filled with pleasure.
"That's more like it," the thief commented, sharing the same smirk as the Pharaoh. Their hands were all over her and she started to squirm; not trying to get away, but trying to get more. She didn't even notice spreading her legs more and lifting up her hips; the most primal of instincts overtaking her body.
She had no notion of the time. She had no notion of the room she was in. There were hands over her body, stroking, touching her in every intimate place, making her shudder and shiver and squirm in pleasure. Soft, gentle and warm kisses from the Pharaoh, harsh, rubbing and determined touches from the thief. Shizuka didn't feel embarrassed that her nipples were hard, that moisture was forming between her legs, that tears will still streaming over her face, even though she wasn't sure why she was crying. She probably was looking like a total mess, trashing all over the place, lifting up her hips, arching of the bed, wanting more more more damnit, these sensations building up to something she couldn't comprehend, but made her long for more. Barely noticing that her breathing had become even more erratic and that she was making whining noises, gasping, almost pleading, she gave up struggling against her restraints.
"I think she is ready." Yuugi's voice came from far away, and she had to blink to regain her focus again.
R-ready? Ready for what?
"More than ready," the thief replied, and it stung her that he was sounding close to bored. Not understanding that she was merely entertainment value for him, she turned her head, focusing on the other Yuugi, still feeling the safest with him.
"Mou hitori no Yuugi-san," she whispered, wanting to get his attention, wanting to ask him what was going to happen now...
"Remember, I get to go first," he said, ignoring her weak plea.
"What the hell do you mean?"
"I get to go first," he repeated.
"No way am I letting you go first! I don't take second-hand bitches!"
"Watch your language! You agreed; you certainly have a short-term memory, thief!"
"No wonder, Pharaoh! Every time you talk, I drown out 95% of what you’re saying- it's a miracle you haven't driven your vessel stark-raving mad with your speeches and rants. Horrendous! Now get the fuck away, I'm going first!"
Shizuka squeaked. She was the only one naked in the room, even though the others wore only a simple shirt and pants. Her whole body was on fire, tingling with the onslaught of sensations she was experiencing, and there was one need that dominated every other sense: lust. Finally she recognized lust, even if it was from the corner of her mind, barely conscious while lust raged through her and she arched her back again.
"I don't fucking care who goes first!" She yelled at them, leaving them both stunned. "You brought me here, tying me up, doing all this to me, and now you're going to fucking argue?"
It was the thief who started to laugh first, his well-known cackle that used to chill her to the very core of her bones. "I guess our little bitch wants to get it that much she doesn't even care from whom, indeed," he snickered. "Very well, ou-sama, you have the honor of going first, but you'll owe me for this."
Shizuka looked expectantly at the other Yuugi, not even asking herself why and how she dared talking like that, using the same kind of language she abhorred hearing from anyone else. At this moment, she only wanted more, more- more feelings, more touches, more of anything and everything, and she wanted it now. "Mou hitori no Yuugi-san, please..."
All she received in return was a slight nod before he undressed himself, loosening the shirt and pants in a matter of seconds. There were no candles in this room, no soft music was heard in the background, and he wasn't really the one she would've picked out herself to spend her life with if that were possible. Yet he was the one for her at that very moment when he came to lie on top of her, his hands moving to her hips and lifting her up for easier entrance. She cried out loudly again, an unintelligible sound, as he entered her, and feelings seemed to explode in her body: a little pain, revolt, discomfort and sweet sweet pleasure, friction, movements that set her completely on fire. Shizuka clenched her legs around his waist, her arms still bound and she surrendered; she gave into the lust flowing through her body and overtaking her mind and soul. She knew it was going to be a long night as Bakura suddenly joined in again, roaming the Pharaoh's back with his hand, and leaving harsh nips and kisses on her skin. He would bite and twist her nipple, combining the surge of pain with jolts of pleasure, while the other Yuugi would kiss and caress every bit of her skin, and thrust into her to bring her the utmost of pleasure.
She could only cry out for more, which she did repeatedly, voice hoarse, pleading and begging, all through the night. The tears had long since dried; her hair had become sweaty and tangled, and lust would drain her energy and tire her body, but not before they both had their turns, growling, moaning and whispering her name when she brought them relief after three millennia of residing into a golden object.