Rating: M

Genre: Romance, light & fun (dunno what genre that would be)

Warning: Lemon, strong language

Note: Suggested by The Grey Fox, hope you like it :D. Sorry for the ridiculously long time updating, been busy with Burning Love and Heartbeat Calendar, as well as school exams and now I'm free so I apologise if I'm rusty, cuz I haven't done a lemon in a while, not to mention I've never done this style of lemon (I'm not used to writing one-sided lemons) :p Oh and in this Yami-Marik is Malik, just to clarify. Yey for extra-long chapters (hopefully I haven't overdone it, cuz I did it over a week)

Spin the Bottle

By JadenXJesse lover

"Hurry up, Marik!" Malik shouted anxiously, eager to get the night on the roll, from the living room as he set out a bunch of things, for them to use throughout the night.

"Hang on! Hang on! I'm just getting the rest of the drinks... Right, then..." He said, searching through the fridge, which was completely filled to the brim with out of date chicken, some milk that's gone off and one of Malik's half-eaten, mould-growing sandwiches. "What was it that you wanted, Yugi and Yami?"

"Lemonade for me and... what do you want?" Yami paused, giving Yugi time to answer, "Um, you got orangeade?"

"Uh... yep." He said. He took the hopefully-drinkable carton of orangeade and poured some into a glass. He then brought the two drinks as he joined the others in the living room.

"So c'mon then Marik, Malik, are we having a party or something?" Bakura said impatiently, annoyed at the lack of info they got from the two tanned teens.

"Well..." The two said, in unison, "let's just say we'll be playing quite a lot." Their eyes suddenly lit with mischievousness while they grinned, like two nearly-identical Cheshire Cats.

"Eh?" Bakura and Ryou wondered, rather confused.

Being the only two straight boys in the room, Ryou and Bakura were unaware of the other four's intentions. None of them came as a couple, though Marik and Malik clearly were rather attached to each other, and so they were all more than happy to indulge in a fun, gay night – gay with all its connotations. Yami reached under the couch behind him – they were all sitting on the floor to 'set the mood', though it was actually Marik's scheming plot to get full view of everyone else's muscled, hairless legs – and grabbed an empty bottle.

"Let's play-..."

"Why the hell do you have an empty wine bottle under the couch?" Bakura inconsiderately interrupted, "I mean if you were trying to hide it then, who the hell hides a bottle... under a couch?"

"Bakura," His Hikari calmly interjected, "let him finish."

"-Spin the bottle!" Everyone seemed excited except for Ryou and Bakura, who were in a state of apprehension

"Do you mean..." Ryou said, breaking his cold eerie silence, "like kissing spin the bottle?"

"Yep!" He replied cheerily

"But... w-we're guys, I mean th-there's not even any girls here. Even if the only girl here was Téa, then that would be better than... well, just us." The two snowy-haired teens blushed, though Bakura's was much subtler and illusive.

"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun. Please." Marik pleaded, trying to put his best, most sad puppy eyes on,

"Believe me, you do not want Téa here; I was straight before she happened, and now I'm so very ridiculously gay." Yugi, who had somewhat of a secret crush on the older version of himself, "She's just obsessed with getting all her friends around her in some fucked up bukkake. Ugh." He shuddered at the horrid thought, "She even said she'd want Pegasus there as well." Everyone cringed at the mere mention of Pegasus and left it at that

"But it's unnatural." Bakura retorted,

"So is flying in airplanes, yet we still do it." Malik replied nonchalantly

"Bakura... it's not like it's gonna kill us." Yugi added calmingly, "It's only harmless fun between friends."

"Yeah, exactly! Listen to Yugi, he knows what he's on about." Malik joined in the conversation, while Ryou and Bakura remained silent.

"Just cause four of us are either gay or bi, doesn't mean you should be worried."

Yami, out of sight, roughly hit his hikari, quickly telling him off, "Sh! You're making them worry!" As Yugi rubbed his bruise, annoyed at stupid Yami, he said to the two straight boys, "What he meant to say was; don't worry! Just think of it as the shitty beginning act in a gig, which then leads on to the great headliners."

"F-fine! But it has to be a quick peck on the lips, no tongue, that's it."

"That sounds reasonable," agreed Marik, "So a no-tongue, minute kiss it is then."

"All right then, that sounds... f-fair." Everyone agreed and Malik, finally being able to say this one line, said proudly, "Let the games begin."

"How cliché." Bakura wittily commented,

"Ah, I see we have a brave volunteer from the audience, why don't you give him a round of applause." He continued his game-show host act, handing over the bottle, as though it was a fragile, priceless artefact.

"No! No, no, no!" He suddenly replied, trying to take his words back,

"No, the host says you go first, and what the host says goes."

"Me and my bloody big mouth."

He readied himself as the others crowded in a little bit more, anxious and curious. After a deep breath he let it go and it begin to spin. Bakura didn't know whether to feel hopeful, dread or amazed, so for the time being he remained silent and anxious. And so after a minute of the bottle spinning, it began to slow down. Its cork-less-top slowly and painfully swivelled, like the last few seconds of a spinning top, every second seems like the end, yet it keeps going. Everyone save Bakura shut their eyes; none had the vaguest idea why, though they still did. The bottle stopped and Bakura sat in silence.

Everyone could feel the tension lift so one by one they opened their eyes, Marik, Yami, Malik and finally Ryou. As Ryou fluttered open his russet eyes, he found Bakura nearing him, his identical russet eyes staring back. It wasn't compulsory though Bakura felt the need to hold Ryou's face with his cold hand, his fingers gently touching the snowy hair, while his other hand found its way to Ryou's nimble fingers. If anything, Bakura did it to ease and prepare Ryou for what's about to come, an awkward ice-breaker, which was also aimed at himself, as he was also, understandably, nervous and anxious.

Bakura's hands began to shake a little as their lips slowly hovered ever closer, and soon their soft lips collided in a warm, moist embrace. To Ryou, an adamantly straight boy, though not as stubborn as his counterpart, it felt so wrong, so unnatural to be kissing a guy... but then why did he find it so... so... warming and comforting, as though his heart had grew feather light. Even through Bakura's cold hands, his soft touch felt warm and sensual to Ryou, melting him away.

No! This is wrong! He shouted in his head, trying to fight the feelings, but I find myself unable to resist. His big cold hands... they feel so light and warm... why does his lips have to be so... gorgeous?

Bakura was extremely unwilling to begin with, minimising the amount of contact between lips as possible. Though soon, unbeknownst to either teens, their shy tongues began to dance a slow, quiet Waltz which grew to a feebly fierce Tango, weakly fighting for dominance. Bakura won easily, and his tongue invaded Ryou's virgin mouth while licking away at Ryou's quivering tongue, hugging it with a wet, loving cuddle. He was utterly taken aback by it; his own tongue seemed to be acting of its own accord, as he certainly could never expect what just happened.

"Uh guys," Yugi interrupted all of a sudden, "It's been way longer than a minute, you know."

They quickly broke away, wildly blushing with embarrassment, and as they did, a trail of saliva was left between them, which Bakura quickly wiped away, utterly mortified at what he'd just done. While Ryou looked away, quickly drinking his alco-pop in order to hide his reddening face, Bakura remained grumpy and stubborn that it was nothing, poorly hiding his blushing as, if anything, he pronounced it even more.

"My go!" Marik said extremely enthusiastic, letting the bottle spin once again. It seemed that due to Bakura and Ryou's extended kiss, everyone was more eager than anxious now. "And I say we should take it up a notch." He added quietly as the bottle neared its end, "How 'bout it? Extreme spin the bottle; like 7 minutes in heaven except chosen by a bottle." He said this just as the bottle began its final circle, leaving no time for anyone to argue.

At first he only suggested point so he could finally do it with Malik, as the two have been dying to for months, but have always been either too busy or too tired or was surrounded by friends, but he was reasonably happy with the outcome. Though the unsuspecting 'victim' would be utterly fuming if only he knew what Marik had planned for him.

"Don't worry Ryou, as your straight, you can top." He smirked, "I love bottoming anyways." He said as his hands lured and enticed Ryou into his arms, "C'mon then, we wouldn't want to waste any time, now do we?"

All of a sudden, as Marik insistently dragged the uncooperative Ryou towards the bedroom, Bakura slammed his coke can on to the floor and surged up. He walked furiously and quickly towards the pair and harshly lifted Ryou and carried him bridal style towards the bedroom, while Ryou was loudly complaining. He slammed the door shut and left the other four astonished and speechless.

"Bakura!" Ryou shouted, "What're you doing?"

"Sh." Bakura replied quietly as he threw Ryou forcefully onto the bed. He crawled on top of the young, brown-eyed teen, pinning his soft, velvety hands against the backboard of the bed, using only one hand. The smaller boy squirmed under Bakura's overwhelming physique, trying to escape the grip, but failing miserably. The younger teen could feel his chin being tilted up, impious eyes glaring at him.

Bakura's free hand took no time in gently caressing Ryou's blushing cheeks as his lips furiously attacked Ryou's, his tongue eager for the delicate feel of those lush lips, hungry for the warmth of his mouth. "Ngh!" was the only reply Ryou could sound. This, annoyingly enough for Ryou, sent his eyes in a fit of fluttering, like the wings of a hummingbird.

Their velvety lips clashed in smouldering heat, while Bakura's tongue embraced and spoiled Ryou's own moist tongue with lusty licks. Bakura... They broke away for air and, while still keeping Ryou stuck to the bed, he looked at the flustered teen beneath him. As he was trying to take Ryou's sweaty shirt off, the smaller white-haired boy tried to quickly get away, unfortunately for him, Bakura pinned him down, though he was now lying on his stomach.

"Sh... Ryou..." He whispered soothingly, his breath warm and sending jitters down Ryou's spine. He laid light, sloppy kisses on Ryou's neck and at one point he bit down, leaving a red blemish. He then carried on with licking the sensitive spot, just behind his ears, whispering sweetly erotic moans. His hands wondered to Ryou's now bare, porcelain chest, and found two pinkish nipples, which he slowly and teasingly massaged, causing Ryou to quiver at the cold touch.

"Y-your hands... th-they're cold..."

"Then melt them..." Bakura replied seductively, "Melt them with your passionate heat."

He turned the white-haired boy around, to his original position. He could now see those two rose-coloured buds, already hard and shivering with need. With one hand he massaged one, toying with it with two fingers, while his teeth were sunk into the unmassaged one, drastically reddening it. Ryou clenched his eyes shut, as he bit his lips and tried desperately to control his sweating and flustered body.

"Open your eyes." Bakura said quietly, "Please look at me." His eyes slowly opened and were red and watery, as though they were about to cry. Bakura made sure to dispose his own clothes on to the floor, except for a pair of unwashed socks, which he was too busy to worry about.

The much more muscled boy now let his hands free as they caressed and wondered around Ryou's slender body. They slowly came further down until they finally reached their destination, lightly stroking the silky skin. Ryou moaned in generous lashings as his 'lover' tongued his clothed-lump, raking at it with his shark-like teeth. His head fell back onto the pillow, dazed at his glorified yami.

Bakura's hands slowly slipped under the denim and began to toy with the now erect shaft, throbbing wildly. He began with light touches on the base, almost tickling it, and slowly moved up the surprisingly-big dick. Once he found the engorged head, he brought his mouth to kiss it through the fabric, while he rubbed the erection with pleasurable friction.

"P-please d-don't-..."

He ignored Ryou and now brought out the hardened member and stared at the sheer size of his gorgeous hikari's shaft. Seven inches of erect Ryou stood bare and twitching in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but ogle at the beautiful piece of meat.

"D-don't look at it... it's em-embarrassing..."

While staring erotically deep into his hikari's brown, half-mast eyes, he introduced his soaking wet tongue to the slit, already moist with pre-cum. He flattened his surprisingly-well-skilled tongue against the hard-on and licked at the head, twirling his tongue on the hypersensitive crown. He stopped for a second as an idea arose in his head. He gently slapped Ryou's shaft onto his cheeks and rubbed the moist head across his face, leaving a trail of white pre-cum.

He made sure Ryou's throbbing member was covered with copious amounts of saliva, which made his one-handed touches even lighter and more playful, while his other hand expertly cupped Ryou's clean-shaven balls, one finger lingering dangerously close to the holiest of hole, his untouchable entrance. His mouth moved from the head to the balls, sucking hard on one, like an extra-powerful vacuum, only hot and moist. Bakura then let Ryou's blemished sack stand alone, licking at the erotically-scent, hanging balls.

He returned once again to the throbbing shaft, looking at it with licentious eyes. He kissed Ryou's soaking dick once more and immediately engulfed it, wholesomely. He drove his head violently at the thick cock, which kept hitting the back of Bakura's throat forcefully, almost causing him to choke several times. Once or twice he would deep-throat it all, which was nearly half-way down his tight throat, even after curving to fit his mouth. As the member slid in and out of his warm, moist mouth, his tongue sweetly soaked the underside.

"B-Baku..." Ryou moaned, "I think I'm g-going to c-cum-..."

"Hold it in, I'll make it so worth it..." He replied, sensually licking the already teased dick, "This is more fun than I expected." He quietly added, smiling worryingly, "Suck." He ordered as he brought his fingers to Ryou's blushing and flustered face. His little hikari did as asked and licked his fingers, able to taste his own pre-cum and the strangely-erotic taste of his sweaty nether regions, salty with something extra.

"Got a little fetish for ball sweat, do we?" Bakura teased as he carefully withdrew his fingers and left the dry hand to massage Ryou's warm chest, especially both his reddened nipples.

He continued, eagerly pushing himself further down. Each drive was perfectly timed, a small interval in each thrust to allow for generous amounts of tongue-twirling and pleasuring. Despite being so full of Ryou, Bakura somehow managed to suck a ball in, creating a spine-tingling and sensational 'pop'.

"B-Baku... I c-can't hold it, for any longer." Ryou heaved heavily, after only five minutes of pure heavenly bliss. "F-FUCK!" A torrent of warm white liquid filled his out-of-breath mouth. His whole mouth was filled with Ryou's beautiful, salty cum and he found difficult to keep it from overflowing. Bakura quickly took the younger teen's dick out, and as he did so, Ryou let loose the remainder of his juicy mess all over his face, in heated ejaculations.

He quickly reached for him and attacked him with his cum-stained lips, red with furious passion. Ryou opened up willingly, allowing the mass of cum to be shared between them, as their tongues danced in the gorgeous, thick liquid. And, still in mid-kiss, Bakura swallowed the masses upon masses of delectably thick cum, all of it delectably oozing down his throat, partially tired from his dynamic deep-throats.

He tickled the spot between balls and ass, finally causing Ryou to throw his head back at the unimaginable sensation. Bakura quickly inserted all three digits, into the leather-tight, virgin hole.

"Shit!" Ryou cried out aloud, immediately gripping at the bed-sheet, already dishevelled by his lust-induced squirming. "Bakura! P-please, you know I'm a v-v-virgin, how am I supposed to take th-three-... I haven't even felt one?"

"Sh... Don't want the other's to hear us do we?" Ryou feebly shook his head in reply, "Anyways, this is your punishment for earlier. I told you to hold it." He cleaned a little bit of the cum that was splattered all over his face with his unoccupied pinkie – he only cleaned a little as he adored the feel and scent of his love's seed, drizzled all over him – and sucked on that finger invitingly, somehow managing to turn Ryou on even more.

Bakura felt and massaged around in Ryou's heated hole, his fingers scissoring and stretching the tight muscles. He didn't take long to cover his insides with saliva and his fingers were quickly out again. As Ryou was too distracted with the immense ecstasy he received, Bakura slowly took out his fingers, and lightly stroked the boundaries of the hole.

Without alerting his flustered lover or even himself, Bakura subconsciously drove his own ten inches of pride, deep into Ryou's tiny ass; immediately causing his sweetheart to arch his back and throw his head back onto the flattened pillow, enough to push his hips into his passionate seducer. The two were so heated and deeply in utter miraculous ecstasy that neither could hear the overly loud groans which echoed through the room and even through the walls.

"... lo-lo-... you..." were the only mutterings either of them caught,

The feeling of Ryou's hot, tight muscles squeezing and massaging his cock was indescribably divine and drove Bakura to sheer insanity with pleasure and enjoyment. It was almost as though Ryou's steaming hot anus was sucking him, milking him in with torrents of pumping muscles contractions. Bakura, someone who was never caught in the moment, never off his guard, was utterly speechless and in sheer enlightenment as his throbbing shaft remained in the ex-virgin.

"I g-guess n-neither of us are straight anymore." Ryou managed to coarsely mumble, his eyes watery from the joyous mixture of pain and pleasure,

"Or virgins." Bakura grinned as he leaned forwards, landing a quick kiss, while Ryou wrapped his slender, though well-muscled legs around Bakura's hips and his needy arms around the hikari's neck, clinging frantically, never wanting to lose him.

Their sweaty, heaving chests were stuck together as Bakura lay light, gentle kisses along Ryou's thinly neck, comforting and soothing him. He ran his nimble fingers through the snow-white hair, as he cradled him in his other arm lovingly. Ryou wanted to cry out, his eyes were, under their lids, watery and his cheeks were blushing, but his sweetheart lover eased him, caressing him in sweet nothings.

"Shh... It'll be ok, I promise..." He whispered quietly into his ear, which he was also nibbling on, "I'd never do anything to hurt you..."

While slowly thrusting into his lover, Bakura could feel Ryou's subtle, yet unmistakably obvious hips, bucking ever so slightly. He grinned and began to meet each of Ryou's small bucks, quickening his pace.

"AAAAH!" screamed Ryou, in shatters with heavenly pleasure and pain, uncaring of whether anyone heard him or not; Bakura's long member had hit, with quite a hard force, Ryou's untouched prostate, sending a mass of jitters up his spine and him into fit of ecstasy.

It was difficult for the yami to miss this, so he quickened his pace even more. Soon he was doing nothing short of slamming himself into Ryou's beautifully curved groin, his dangling sack slapping Ryou's plump ass, the sound of skin slapping against each other resonating in the room, heightening both their experiences. The hikari felt as though his insides were being torn to shreds, the sheer friction of his swift, hard member rubbing constantly against the hikari's virgin tight, steaming hot insides, drove him wild and dazed with bliss.

They could both feel their climax approaching, fast, and as a result, they went even faster. Every gut-wrenchingly pleasurable thrust the more muscled teen made was met, perfectly in sync, by bucking, slender hips, grinding madly, while Ryou's muscles tightened even more, constricting the hardened member. Bakura felt like his member was going to explode.

"FUCK! GOD YES!" Soon both ex-virgins released a flooding surge of beautiful white cum, Ryou's completely covering both their heaving, sweaty chests, the cumshot even reaching their tired out faces, as Bakura collapsed on his flustered, out-of-breath sweetheart.

Bakura's own colossal load of white mess overfilled his hard, tight insides, some of the juicy, thick liquid, despite his member still being in the hole, was oozing out, slowly flowing down Ryou's shattered, abused bottom, and pooling on the bed sheets. "I love you." He whispered silently into Ryou's ear. The two cuddled each other tightly, their cum-covered chests rubbing heatedly against the other, as their plump lips smothered each other passionately. "I love you." He repeated, "I love you." He continued, as he stared deep into Ryou's big, brown, watery orbs, "Um," he suddenly noticed the mass of mixed seed on them, "I guess we should, um, get changed, we don't want to worry them." As he was about to break away from their loving hold he found two lanky arms wrapped tightly around his neck, never wanting to let go.

"N-no, c-come back..." He whispered, missing the warmly cold touch of Bakura's big hands, his heavy breaths, his sweet, musky aroma. "I d-don't want you to go. Can't we just stay like th-this? I... kinda want you to stay in me..." He blushed with embarrassment, as Bakura, for no particular reasoned, licked his cum-sprayed sweaty armpits – he had a thing for armpits.

"So do I," He muttered quietly, "But the door's kinda open." He pointed at the door, and lo and behold, four horny teens, all of whom had massive nosebleeds, were to be found, stark naked, pumping each other vigorously.

"EH?" Ryou cried out furiously, "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING PERVERTS!"