Title: False Designation

Plot: Yugi is a high-school student that regularly meets strangers on the Internet for sex, hiding away from a traumatic past. One day, he meets a stranger called 'Yami', whom is married with children. The attraction however is just too great to be ignored.

Pairing: Yami x Yugi

Warning: boyxboy, mature content, violence etc.

Chapter 1: a stranger appears

It was cold today, Yugi thought as he exhaled and looked at the damp clouds coming from his hot breath. It was exceptionally cold. Yugi stood in the middle of Domino square, waiting for a figure that he wouldn't be able to recognize. Hundreds of people passed him as he was standing right at the core, they were on their way to houses, shops, restaurants, or anything else humans like to do on a cold December during the Christmas Holidays. The square was festively decorated with Christmas lights and a humongous Christmas Tree. Yugi frowned while looking at the tree. He honestly hated Christmas and was glad it was over for another year, in one day New Year's Eve would come and he would yet again, face another agonizing year of shallowness. Yes, he absolutely hated Christmas, he thought as he settled himself deeper in his bright red scarf, tugging his gloved hands in his pockets. He hated it so much that every year, instead of celebrating it, he retreated in his room and spent the entire evening on his computer. He liked to talk to strangers, he chatted with them about everything. He even met them, like he would do today, telling himself that he needed some distraction from the agonizing memories he bore on Christmas Eve. Frankly, he was just looking for someone to fuck.

His violet eyes lurked over the square once more. So perhaps he was a bit too soon, having arrived at a quarter to 8, it was now 2 past 8, so he should be here already. Yugi hated tardy people, he couldn't think of a weaker effort as to arrive late when meeting someone, it was just lazy and inappropriate. He took out his smartphone, scrolling over the conversation he had had with the stranger a few days ago to make sure he hadn't misinterpreted the date or hour, but no, he was correct, so he could be here any minute. Suddenly, Yugi felt more nervous than ever before. There was something about this man that had caught his attention, yet he didn't know if it was angst or lust. Maybe it was a bit of both since Yugi was somewhat of a masochist. This stranger that he was going to meet had intrigued him to an unbeknown level to him. They talked differently than other men Yugi had talked to and, surprisingly, he sounded smarter then other men Yugi had talked to. He conjured up words that Yugi had never heard of, he even had to look up some of the words to even try and make up a response. When he talked about his job, he was very passionate, and it sounded like he was some sort of big shot in an important company without bragging about it. He never told him which job of course, like Yugi would never tell him which school he went to. He had done that once with a man, and although they had an age-difference of about twenty years, he would show up regularly at school, stalking him. He was later charged for pedophilia however, since Yugi was only fifteen back then. It's two years later now, and he was still doing the same thing, only this time he was meeting someone that was 28, eleven years older than him. He didn't expect too much of it though, it never was anything special, just sex.

It was seven past, and Yugi shoved his phone in his pocket, ready to leave, when he suddenly saw a man coming his way. With the cold and gray sky he couldn't really tell what he looked like until he came closer. His eyes were alluring, enchanting to be precise, with a deep brown colour that reflected crimson, making his eyes appear red. Yugi couldn't stop himself from drowning in them as they gained distance so confidently, forgetting about the people around him, forgetting about how cold he felt. All he saw were blood-red eyes lurking over him, inviting him, and he fell hard.

"Heba?"

Yugi looked up when he heard the INTERNET name he had invented four years ago escaping the stranger's lips. He was confused, after having stared for so long at the other's eyes, he had completely neglected to look at anything else from the stranger. Even now, when he was able to take in all of his appearance, he couldn't pull away from those mesmerizing eyes and found himself engaged in his deep, soothing voice that had pronounced a fake name so benevolently. Finally, after a few more seconds of doubt, Yugi raised his head and looked at the stranger's face. What he saw was utter perfection: a strong, masculine and yet sharp face, a slightly dark skin, wild, lashing hair with blonde bangs framing his face. Oh, he fell so hard.

"Yami?" He asked, or rather confirmed, acknowledging the man he had talked to for the first time a few days ago. They both looked each other deeply in the eyes until the elder smirked. It wasn't a kind smirk, but rather a scaring one, and it made Yugi shiver through his spine.

"AAAH! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!"

Yugi screamed out in pleasure, not caring if anyone would hear him because this felt fucking great. This was why he met with so many men on the Internet in the first place, but this time it was double the pleasure. He moaned again when the man that he called Yami thrusted inside hard again without considering the pain Yugi might feel, but honestly that was what Yugi wanted. He wanted someone to screw him senseless, to screw him so hard that he yelled out in both pleasure and pain. He wanted someone to control him and use him, and this Yami did a great job at it.

Yami moaned loudly too, although Yugi could not see the faces that he made. He was lying on the bed on his stomach, his ass pulled up to give better access, blindfolded and his hands strapped behind his back. The noises of pleasure he made were suppressed by a gag ball buckled around his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe sometimes. Yugi groaned deeply when he was being pushed face-forward deeper into the mattress by one hand while the other pulled on the straps around his arms. He thrusted back and forth along with Yami to mimick his movements, desperate for him to go harder and deeper. When Yami pushed the button on a small remote again, the cockring around Yugi's length started vibrating again and it made his erection spring to life once more. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting the blindfold, as he felt he was coming again. He didn't think he could anymore, and then again he wished this would never stop.

After ten more minutes of aggressive sex, Yami dropped himself on the bed, exhausted from the intensive pounding. Yugi lied next to him, curled up in a ball, unable to move from the abusive force that had been used on him. He felt wrecked, but in a good way, yet was too tired to move or ask the stranger to remove the multiple sex toys. What he then felt shocked him, because it had barely happened to him in the past.

Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi's waist and pulled him closer, so that he could place small butterfly kisses on the younger's bare shoulders. The touches made Yugi flinch and at first he felt uneasy, but after a while his muscles relaxed and gave into the feeling of care and warmth. He even felt slightly disappointed when Yami stopped the chaste kissing, but was glad he finally removed the several straps and belts. He stayed in the same position for a while, rubbing his burning wrists that prickled a bit in pain, his eyes not leaving the emptiness at which he looked. Even when Yami held him closer in an embrace, repeating his previous act of kissing him softly, he wouldn't move, too engaged in the actions that happened around him. Yugi hadn't felt like this in a while, he felt... warm, and collected. His mind was cloudy and yet so clear. All he could think of were the warm hugs and kisses of his mother when he would crawl into bed with his parents whenever he was afraid of monsters. It made him feel sleepy.

After about two hours, Yugi woke up in the middle of the night. Yami was still lying next to him, but he had rolled on his own side of the bed and was sleeping soundly. Yugi left the warmth and got dressed, gathered his stuff and walked out in the cold that almost burned away his face. A cold breeze struck up and it snowed lightly, but he didn't look back at the duplex. He just wanted to be home.

It was about 12:30 when he opened the door of the Game Shop where he and his grandfather lived. Once he walked through the store, he removed his shoes at the bottom of the stairs and climbed them. The living-room was dark, so naturally Yugi startled when a small light suddenly snapped open. It was his grandpa, lying in the couch with a blanket and a pillow.

"You're back," he spoke, those words containing more relieve than he wanted to, but perhaps he was just a bit more happy to see Yugi was alright than angry that he had come home so late.

"Go to bed, grandpa," Yugi answered and placed a soft kiss on his grandfather's forehead. He watched how his grandpa sheepishly gathered his covers and pillow to walk to his bedroom. Once he was out of sight, Yugi sighed deeply, wishing his grandfather would stop doing that only to make sure Yugi came home. He understood Solomon was worried about him every time he went out, unaware of whatever it was Yugi was doing when he did, but Yugi would always come home, no matter what. After all, he had nowhere else to go.

Two months later

"If you follow me, we'll go to the stocking area."

Yugi sighed in boredom. He hated school trips. It always made it more obvious that he was an outcast. He sat alone in the bus, he ate alone during lunch, and he walked alone during the tour. Mr. Watashi, his teacher, usually walked beside him though, but it didn't make the loneliness any more bearable. The only reason why he did so was to keep an eye on the delinquent anyway. Not that Yugi was aggressive or anything, but he had the slightest tendency to skip school or run off during a school trip. Yugi eyed his professor for a split second, not granting him anymore attention. He had been caught making out with a teacher once, and the charade wasn't worth going through twice.

All the students followed the secretary on high heels. They made her long legs even more prominent, wearing a skirt but still tall enough to make her appear professional. It wouldn't stop the guys in his class to charge their hormones. Some students looked up however when the woman stopped and they all looked at a door that opened above the stairs. Yugi looked away, annoyed that the tour wouldn't go any quicker. He looked over at an enormous Chinese vase on a pillar, and he didn't know why, but the vase bothered him.

"Mr. Sennen." The woman acknowledged when a few men exited the room. The person she referred to halted on the stairs to look over at the students while the others left.

"Students, this is Mr. Sennen. He is the CEO of our company."

While Yugi's classmates bowed before the man, Yugi could only stare in shock. What he saw were the same mesmerizing pair of eyes that he had seen two months ago, and they were looking straight at him. Yugi was dumb-struck and his tongue was tied down. He felt like he would faint if those eyes would stare at him any longer. He traced an amount of lust and longing in those crimson eyes and it almost frightened him, but amusingly enough the CEO would not show those emotions to the people around him. He did smirk venomously when the walked down the stairs after bowing himself, but with every step he took, he was still looking at that boy that he had fucked two months ago, as if he was playing a cat and mouse game, and obviously he was the cat.

When he turned around to continue his work, Yugi felt himself turning desperate. He longed to have those hands on his skin again, and he wanted him to bite down his neck until there was blood. In a frantic matter, Yugi looked around him as if he was searching for a way out, and then it hit him.

The CEO's clacking of his expensive shoes stopped after a loud noise echoed through the main hall of his company. He turned around and saw how the students had gathered around that boy, their hands in front of their mouths to keep themselves from gasping. He watched as his teacher raged over him and apologized a thousand times to his secretary. On the floor, fragments and splinters of an expensive Chinese vase liedd scattered across the floor, cloaking it like a porcelain carpet. And then he smiled.

He walked over to the scenery and stood next to the teacher, placing a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. He looked up after he had started collecting some of the shards, while next to him the boy he had known as Heba stood, his face lowered to ignore the gaping eyes around him. He heard students gossiping about him, and it almost sounded like they weren't surprised by his behaviour at all. Maybe this was Heba's usual acting?

The teacher looked up and was met with a charming smile.

"If I may," Yami carefully spoke and pointed at the boy who seemed paralyzed, ignorant to look him in the eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Sennen. I am so sorry for the trouble, he doesn't usually act this way, I assure you."

Ah, Yami thought, so it's not. He wasn't really sure if he should be disappointed by that.

Yami turned around to face Heba, whom finally looked up in shame, and noticed the disdain on Yami's face. He titled his head to the right to urge the boy to follow him, so Yugi did.

Yami's office was huge, to put it the least. It was classic, with a few modern accents, and in the middle a heavy wooden desk where numerous things like a laptop, a phone, a tablet, etc resided. Yugi took a moment to take it all in as the stranger silently closed the door behind him. Suddenly, a lot of memories from his previous conversations with this man resurfaced. Suddenly, it made a lot more sense why he sounded so intelligent and witty in the chat room, and yet it didn't make any sense at all. A man his age, with a company so big that specialized in auction, arts and trading, should be married right? He should have kids, or at least his wife should be pregnant, then why knock on the door of a complete stranger, a boy that is, merely for sex, while the chance was so high that he could get caught and his career would be destroyed forever?

With that in mind, Yugi watched as the man took a seat in his chair behind his desk. He wrapped his fingers neatly together and rested his chin on them to have a closer look at Yugi. Despite the fact that he had seen Yugi completely naked, he felt more naked now than ever before.

"Do you know how expensive that vase was?" He asked, one eyebrow arched up but he was still smirking, enjoying this.

"No." Yugi responded.

"About six million yen to be precise."

Yugi swallowed painfully, and Yami quirked an even brighter smile.

"Then again, I'm not really sure if you'll ever be able to pay that back."

He is right, Yugi thought and let his head hang. But he couldn't care less, no, in fact, he didn't even regret pushing that vase. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to leave until he got it. He noticed how Yami creased his eyebrows in confusion, as if he didn't understand why the boy wasn't scared, but it quickly resurfaced in a smile, a laugh at that. He loved Yugi's resolve.

Yugi made his move and walked forward until he was standing in front of his stranger, locking his eyes on his. When he stood right in front of him, he bowed forward to get to the same height as the sitting man, and softly whispered in his ear. "I'll pay you with my body."

He felt how the body below him shivered in anticipation, and Yami suddenly grabbed him. He turned Yugi around and pushed him on his desk, pinning him down as he leaned forward to whisper something back. "You just made a mistake." He smirked, nibbled Yugi's ear seductively while unbuckling him and dropping his pants and underwear to the ground. Soon after he did the same to himself, and without any warning he penetrated Yugi. Yugi screamed but Yami covered his mouth with his own hand, feeling the warm tears of the boy below him roll from his hands. He pounded in and out so hard and fast he had to refrain himself for a while to not come after just a minute. When Yugi had his own yelling under control, Yami firmly wrapped the boys hips to thrust in harder. Yugi tried hard not to moan to loud, but the feeling of being fucked so violently just made him want to cry in pleasure. He would enjoy every moment of this, he loved every moment of this, and he wanted to take in every moment and burn it in his memories as he was screwed senseless by this stranger, this gorgeous man that could get so, so much more if he just made the littlest of efforts.

Yami's muscles tensed when the phone rang, and Yugi felt him reach closer to see which number was calling him, unaware that he was pushing himself deeper inside. Yugi moaned silently, not really knowing what to do. He hitched when Yami picked up the receiver and layed it down next to the telephone, then pushed a button.

"Atemu, I just wanted to let you know that I dropped off Akili at her piano lessons, but her teacher said she'd be running half an hour late, can you pick her up?"

It was a woman, pretty young Yugi thought. Was this his wife?

"Sure, honey."

This was his wife.

"Great," she answered, "Did you close that deal with that Van Gogh painting?"

"Sure did."

Yami tried to remain calm, but he wasn't at all. In fact, he felt like he had been caught red-handed, although his wife couldn't see him. If he played his cards well, no one would ever even know about this, but he had been stupid enough to do it a second time, in his desk on top of that.

His wife continued blabbering about what happened today and told something about another kid, and at first Yugi had remained silent, but then an idea popped in his head. Repulsive at that, but determined to pay Yami back, or rather Atemu, as his name appeared to be. Seductively, he buckled his hips to continue the thrusting motions from a minute ago. The CEO flustered on the phone, he even had to swallow a deep moan as Yugi kept fucking him.

"Oh and Hasani said her first words today! Isn't that great! She said 'mama'!"

"That's, great, honey," Those words came out in all the wrong ways, it sounded more like moaning than talking, but Atemu had already given in to Yugi and had slowly but silently begun fucking him again. And it was even worse when he realized it was more exciting doing it while being on the phone with his wife. That mere fact sickened him to the bone, but it also made him rock-hard and feel like screwing Yugi harder.

"I'm sorry, you're probably busy, I'll let you work, kay? Don't forget to pick up Akili!"

"Sure." After his very short and austere answer, he smacked down the horn. In only a matter of seconds, he pulled out and made Yugi turn around, then picked him up and positioned him on his desk so that he could continue fucking him. Yugi moaned out it pleasure when Atemu pushed himself all the way in again, followed by a moan himself. The desk started shaking and felt damp from the sweat, and Yugi accidentally dropped the CEO's stuff on the floor in an attempt to grab onto something. He was finally able to wrap his hands firmly around the corners of the table while Atemu pumped in and out a few more times before coming. The tanned man arched forward and Yugi slipped his arms around his back to hold him tighter, pushing their naked and sweaty bodies closer.

Atemu Sennen, he thought this man was rather intriguing.

Ah yes, me once again! I was pretty excited about this story, I began writing it while in the middle of two others...

So yeah, Yugi meeting strangers on the Internet, doesn't sound too much like Yugi, I know. He's a bit OOC in this story however, I like it.

Please review if you like the story, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it yet. My ideas tend to be sharp at the beginning and after about 2/3 of the story, I have this huge gap in my head. (So sad...) We'll see what comes of it!