Chapter Text
Lost in the rush, I ain't in a rush
I get what I want
Here for the chase, want a piece, want a taste
Yeah, I'm here for the cake
So light those candles, can you handle it?
This heat, okay, you're managing
You're sizzling, it's sinking in
I'm getting in your head
In Your Fantasy - Ateez
He had felt the man's eyes on him all night.
A burning stare that never failed to leave Yugi flushed and flustered, his skin tingling with anticipation. He attempted to have conversations between drinks and music, but all the while he could not drown it out.
Could not stop his body's reaction no matter how hard he tried. He never could. He just wasn't built that way.
Atem Sennen. The only son and heir of an old Egpytian mafia family, with generations of dangerous and dark deeds. They owned several companies, all linked to underground imports, and were extremely wealthy and respected.
And feared.
Yugi had learned from a young age not to get involved with anyone from the Sennen family. Once involved, in most cases, people disappeared.
And yet, somehow, he had gained the attention of the man simply by accident.
All because of their mutual friend, Marik.
Yugi had met Marik through a project at the graphic design company he worked for, forming a fast friendship with him—all the while not realizing he was a family friend to the most powerful man in the country.
Not until they had met at Marik's birthday get together at the lavish lounge near the Domino River.
From the beginning, Atem had made his interest known. And each time they had met after, Yugi had evaded capture.
Like a cat and mouse game.
Yugi was the clever mouse. He had no intention of meddling with someone with such dark interests and publicity that stemmed from shady propositions.
Yugi was a hardworking, responsible individual. He was kind and caring. Respected and valued in his work place. He had lovely friends.
He lived a normal, day to day life. There was no room for risk and danger.
Two things he knew came from the man burning holes into the side of his head in the VIP lounge.
He just wished that his body would have recieved the message.
Every time the man spoke in that rich, dulcet tone of his, Yugi felt it pulse between his legs.
It was maddening.
He desperately needed a break.
"I'll be right back," he said, standing. "Just going to the restroom."
He felt that gaze on his back until he turned the corner. Even then, it still felt like he was being watched. Like a phantom pair of eyes following him around.
Perhaps he should have just called it a night.
The door the restroom opened, breaking him from his thoughts.
"It's been awhile," he said from behind Yugi, as Yugi washed his hands.
Yugi's heart jumped violently in his chest, causing him to jerk, nearly splashing water.
"Has it?" Yugi feigned ignorance with a little shakiness to him, avoiding the man's stare again. He should have known that Atem would have taken the opportunity to find him alone.
Especially when Yugi had given him nothing to work with during the party. He hadn't even touched the drink the man had bought him.
"You look ravishing. I adore the way that color azule lightens your eyes into a soft violet."
Yugi purposefully looked away, removing his eyes from view as he dried his hands. "It's just a shirt."
"You're quite cute when you're nervous, darling."
Yugi's heart palpitated violently without his consent at the words cute and darling.
He ignored it. And Atem.
"I should return to Marik," he excused himself, taking a step away, only to be stopped by Atem positioning himself right in front of him.
Yugi had no choice but to look at him now. His eyes whirled up into that golden, sharp gaze that somehow reflected the sun.
How his touseled black hair framed his sharp features. How his dark, form fitting clothing left less to the imagination and gave more panic to Yugi's instincts.
Dark energy swirled around them, crackling the air. Atem's entire presence and assured stance spoke of danger and luxury.
Of predatory intent.
"You have a bad habit of running away, Yugi Muto," Atem commented with dark amusement.
Yugi's heart pounded in his ears. He was caught like a rabbit in a snare. This wasn't good.
"Perhaps take it as a sign," Yugi muttered, in reference to him running away. "I'm not interested."
He again tried to move past him in a helpless rush to stop this, but Atem… The crazy man that he was, took Yugi's wrist in a surprisingly strong grip and gracefully spun him around, causing Yugi's back to hit Atem's front.
Hot, teasing lips were at the shell of his ear in an instant. "I disagree, darling," he murmured, sending goosebumps down Yugi's panicking body.
He was getting lightheaded.
Another hand found his waist, curving around his body sensually. Yugi's legs naturally grew weak and yet he still attempted to resist.
"I'm not interested," he said again, yet weaker this time. Still, he tried. He could not allow himself to fall so easily into this man's trap. "Let me go."
Atem chuckled darkly, his fingertips somehow finding the dips between his shirts button holes, and brushing the soft skin beneath.
Yugi gulped loudly, body coming alive. His eyes shut tightly. He bit his bottom lip so hard it nearly drew blood.
"I can play this game all evening. We both know you enjoy my attention. It's written all over you. I can…" his nose found the sensitive skin under Yugi's ear, "smell your attraction to me."
Hot fingers upon his skin and the mouth on his throat were quickly becoming Yugi's undoing.
"Come with me," the man spoke against his skin.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Yugi breathed, he lied.
Because he wasn't pushing Atem away.
No, he was leaning back against him as if craving more. He was exactly where he'd yearned to be.
"You will," Atem disagreed with confidence. "In ten minutes, you will meet me out front at my car. Say goodbye to everyone first of course, most importantly Marik."
Yugi's mind spun from the commands. From the intoxicating scent that was further pulling him into a drunken stupor. Of the man's touch that hinted at more.
At the proposition of what Atem was offering him.
Yugi knew for a fact what going into that car meant. It would be more than just sex.
It was giving in. It was admitting defeat and allowing the man to fully ensnare his senses.
It was going against everything Yugi had promised himself he wouldn't do.
"Ten minutes, darling," Atem reminded when Yugi didn't respond.
And then the hands were gone. The warm, sinful body moved away and it felt like Yugi had stepped out into the cold after being in a warm house for so long.
The restroom door swung open and closed.
Alone, Yugi turned around and frowned, placing a hand to his chest. To his racing heart.
What the hell was that, Yugi Muto? And why are you stupidly considering it?
He ran a hand through his hair, stressed, and looked away, trying to return to his senses. To his morals.
But every single cell in his body wanted more. Wanted to feel that touch again. That mouth.
That forbidden feeling of freedom to do what he wanted without care of risks.
He shakily left the restroom, mind dizzy.
The time ticked by. Another drink went into his system. He said goodbye to Marik and his friends.
And then he stood outside the lounge like a fool, indecision plaguing him.
He could still feel those hands on him. Could still feel the way the words were spoken directly onto his skin.
How Atem so naturally commanded his body and breath.
A black car was parked near the entrance. A… Fancy, expensive car that could only belong to one person.
Yugi's heart lurched in that direction.
No! Yugi scolded himself when his mind began to wander. No, he could not do that. It was insanity.
He just needed to get home and make himself some hot tea and climb under the covers with a good game and—
The door of the car swung open, but Atem didn't exit.
It was an obvious, silent offering.
It was putting the decision in Yugi's hands.
It was… surprisingly respectful given the fact that this was Atem Sennen they were talking about. The man took what he wanted when he wanted, damn the consequences.
Yugi's hands fidgeted at his side. This was madness, he thought again.
Pure madness.
"Fuck it," he muttered under his breath anyway. It was just sex. He could finally get it out of his system and then move on with his life.
Atem would probably leave him alone too after.
It would be a win win.
Yugi took a deep breath and headed over to the car.
His blood rushed in his ears as he found Atem sitting there like a king in the backseat. There was a divider to prevent Yugi from seeing who exactly would be driving.
Atem's lips curved upward into a feral, dark smile.
Yugi grabbed his arms, unwilling to climb in just yet without some precautions.
"I-If I'm to do this, then at any point I can back out. If I say no, or stop, you stop immediately. Got it?"
Atem's eyes sparkled in the car's overhead light. He placed a hand over his heart. "You have my word."
Yugi swallowed nervously. "And this is a one time thing. Afterward, we go our seperate ways."
Atem's eyebrow rose. "If you still want that afterward, you have my word for that as well."
Yugi almost rolled his eyes. Of course, Atem was confident Yugi would be crawling back for more.
The jerk.
"And protection. I won't have sex with you without a condom."
Atem didn't bat an eyelash. "Of course."
Yugi sighed, unable to find anything else to say. "Alright, let's just get this over with then."
He climbed in, shutting the door with a resolution of pleading insanity if anyone asked in the future.
He reached for his seatbelt. "Are we going to your hous—"
His chin was caught by warm fingers, his movements stilling in surprise, and his eyes shot to Atem's molten gaze.
"There will be no need for a seatbelt this evening."
Yugi, who rarely drove in cars, still knew how important seatbelts were. "But—"
Atem slid his thumb across Yugi's chin, right under his bottom lip. "When you are with me, Yugi Muto, your precious life is in my hands."
Yugi's brows furrowed. "I don't understand."
Atem smiled and removed his hand from Yugi. He leaned back, stretching his thighs out in an offering gesture.
Yugi paled, while butterflies lifted in his stomach. He didn't mean—
"I can wait all night, darling. My driver is paid salary."
Yugi nearly gaped.
Atem put a hand on his own thigh without another word. His dark, veined hand made Yugi's pulse jump. His alluring fingertips dipped into the black slacks the man wore.
Yugi's mouth went dry.
"Okay," he relented.
Otherwise, they'd be stuck in the parking lot in a stalemate for the rest of the night. (It was definitely not because he wanted to be on that dangerous, beautiful man's lap and get the full scent of him once more. Definitely not.)
Yugi averted his admittedly shy gaze from Atem's knowing smile and climbed over to him. With the man's help, Yugi straddled Atem's lap.
Yugi's thighs were open, pressing along Atem's body in such a vulnerable way that his entire body flushed over with a furious blush.
Atem's hands took Yugi's hips and he fought to catch Yugi's squirming gaze. "That's a good boy. So obedient when you want to be."
Yugi tried to breath shallowly. Attempting not to smell Atem's cologne that had to be emitting phermones. He didn't need to get hard right there at the beginning before anything even began.
That would just be embarassing.
"Now what?" Yugi asked him, mindlessly falling into Atem's trap of domination.
Atem slipped his fingertips under the hem of Yugi's shirt. His dark gaze never wavered from Yugi's as he loudly called to the driver. "Drive."
Yugi's heart jumped wildly in his chest and a little thrill coursed down his spine as the car lurched into movement.
Yugi fell naturally against Atem's middle, his hands clutching Atem's shoulders to keep upright.
He'd never done something so reckless. And he wasn't just talking about the seatbelt. It was terrifying, yet the most exciting thing he'd ever done.
Atem leaned in then, his mouth nearing Yugi's. His eyes latched onto Yugi's lips as if they were a drug. "Do you know how long I've wanted to be between your sweet little legs?"
Yugi's breath came out a little harder when hands dropped to his thighs. There was a squeeze.
"I've thought of nothing but you since we met."
Yugi's heart was so loud he could barely hear himself reply. "It's been months."
A hand left Yugi's leg to grip the back of Yugi's hair, he was pulled in closer until their noses bumped.
Atem's words were spoken directly upon Yugi's mouth. "And every day I have dreamed of tasting you. Of touching you. Of fucking you."
The sudden crude language from such a man sent a shock of arousal right between Yugi's legs. Yugi's breath hitched when there was a tug at his hair, making his head pull backward.
"Ah," sounded from Yugi's mouth without his permission, as Atem's mouth trailed hotly up Yugi's exposed throat.
"I'm not gentle, darling. Far from it. Can you handle it?"
Yugi's nails dug into Atem's expensive suit jacket, teeth gritting against how sensitive his skin was.
Atem bit down when Yugi didn't respond, making Yugi cry out in pain and pleasure alike.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer," Atem demanded of him.
Yugi could barely think, let alone speak. But he tried anyway. "Yes," he breathed.
"Yes, what?" Atem asked, voice gentling. His fingers slipped over Yugi's jaw, angling him so he could press open mouthed kisses under his ear.
"Yes, I can handle it," Yugi moaned.
"Good. And you'll be a good boy for me."
"Yes," Yugi said naturally without thinking any longer, only feeling.
"Say it."
There was no denying his attraction now, with his legs splayed open and him panting against Atem like this.
"I'll be a good boy," Yugi told him and normally he'd be embarassed for saying such a thing, but Atem's hand had found it's way to the curve of his rear and his mouth was sucking rather hard against his neck.
He released his skin with a pop of his mouth. "Whose good boy?"
Atem guided his head back down until Yugi's bleary eyes met his. "Yours," Yugi said and all of a sudden, he was lost in the game.
And Atem, the heir of the oldest mafia, crashed their lips together, sealing the deal.
Atem's mouth was like fire. His kiss was like every dark thought Yugi'd ever had. His touch like a brand.
And Yugi knew then he would never be the same again.
In response, Yugi's hands delved into the silky locks of hair upon Atem's head. Their lips fused and slotted together like two puzzle pieces.
Their tongues meshed. Their mouths devoured. As if both starving and needing the other's breath to uphold sustenance.
Nails bit into the sensitive skin at his waist, at his scalp. At his jaw.
This was wrong, this was a sin. A fantasy. And he didn't want it to stop.
"Grind on me," Atem commanded between delves of teeth and tongue.
Yugi didn't hesitate. He needed to relieve the ache and throb between his thighs more than he needed to breathe.
With a fistful of Atem's hair, with city lights passing by, Yugi moved his hips, pressing his growing erection along Atem's.
A sound left his throat at the way it felt and Atem was all too happy to swallow it down.
"That's it," Atem breathed hotly between them when he presssed their foreheads together. Both hands dropped to his rear, palms full of Yugi and quiding him harder. Faster.
Until Yugi was aching to make Atem's cock harder. He had lost himself. All he knew was that he wanted to please the man.
Atem's mouth latched onto Yugi's earlobe. "That's my good boy," he said darkly, huskily, driving Yugi more insane than he already had proclaimed. "I can't wait to sink my big cock inside of your little body. Until your screaming for me to keep going."
"I don't scream," Yugi spoke roughly against the pleasure coarsing through his body.
Atem nearly bruised Yugi's skin with how tight his hands became, with how hard he pressed Yugi into his throbbing, pointing erection.
Yugi's next breath became shaky as their gazes collided.
"You will," Atem said confidently. "And you'll scream again and again as I fuck you until the sun rises."
Yugi's eyes pratically rolled at the words. At the images.
"On your knees."
Yugi's pupils blew wide. His mind struggled to return to normal. "But the car—"
Atem grabbed his chin, forcing his attention. "On your knees."
Yugi trembled, his heart hammering as he wavered. As he slowly sank from Atem's lap, falling to the floor of the car between Atem's knees. The thrum and vibration of the car was stronger there, aiding in adrenaline.
Atem's deft fingers undid his belt and popped open his fly. Yugi's belly swooped at the realization, his breath hitched.
The sight of a thick, dark cock flickering in the passing lights made Yugi's mouth fall open.
"You want it?" Atem prompted, sounding a little breathless himself as he wrapped a hand around it, giving it a couple of strokes.
Yugi nodded automatically. Because he really, really did.
"Beg for it."
Yugi's eyes snapped up to Atem's in surprise.
"Beg?"
Atem quirked a brow. "If you want it, beg for it. And if you please me, I'll return the favor once I have you spread naked out on my bed."
Yugi shut his eyes briefly at the dark image that flashed before his eyelids. Of Atem sinking that mouth over his own aching arousal.
He bit his botton lip, trying to gather courage to beg. He'd never begged in his life. It was humiliating.
"Please?"
"Please what?" Atem feigned ignorance.
Yugi's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he watched Atem tease the head of his cock, pulling a bead of precum.
"Please can I—"
"May you," Atem corrected.
"May I s-suck you?"
Atem smiled then. "So cute, but I think you can do better."
Yugi put his hands on his knees. "May I suck your cock? Please?"
Atem fisted his erection again and again. His head leaned back on the seat. "Better. Keep going."
Yugi couldn't handle it anymore. He didn't want to wait. He'd been dreaming of this moment within the dark hours of the night over the months since he'd met Atem.
"Please," Yugi begged, voice turning into a slight whine. "Please, Atem? Please."
"Mmm," Atem moaned. "More."
"Please! Please, please, please. I'll make it good. I'll make you feel good. Please? Please I need to."
"You need to? Like you need my cock to breathe? To live?"
Yugi's next words came out like a whine. "Please? I'll do anything."
"That's it, darling," Atem said with a pleased sigh. "Come here."
Yugi went willingly in relief. A hand gripped the back of his hair. Their eyes connected once more.
"Tongue."
Yugi stuck his tongue out. The first little taste of salty skin was pressed against it. Yugi moaned. Atem hissed, slipping it along the length of it, guiding his mouth.
"All the way in," Atem coaxed roughly and Yugi welcomed his cock inside his mouth. In his throat.
He let the man take control, thrusting himself inside Yugi's mouth. Because at that moment it was the only thing that mattered. His always busy mind shut off. His body transforming into whatever Atem needed him to be.
It was his. His to do whatever he wanted.
This was exactly what Yugi had yearned for.
At that moment, it wasn't just a blowjob.
It was freedom.
Atem orgasmed unexpectedly, groaning into the darkened car and thrusting disjointedly into Yugi's mouth, coating his throat with hot spurts of come.
Yugi nearly choked, but was forced to drink all of it. The hand in his hair kept him still, the body under him jerking as he finished.
Atem released his tight grip, slowly pulling away. His cock slipped from Yugi's flushed, tingling mouth. His hand ran over a rounded cheekbone, thumb swiping away at drool.
Yugi felt drunk. His entire body was floating. He didn't know what side was up or what side was down.
He couldn't even remember his name.
"Ah, darling," Atem crooned like he would a kitten. "My sweet darling. Did you like that?"
Yugi mindlessly nodded, eyes glassy and watering. He was guided up back into Atem's arms, on his lap sideways, his legs filtering over to the seat beside them. His own throbbing cock was sensitive and still apparent.
When Atem kissed his neck, Yugi nuzzled into him naturally.
"Such a cute little thing you are, all cock drunk. I believe you deserve a reward, hm?"
Yugi trembled, unsure what was being said until Atem pressed his palm along Yugi's arousal, making him whine.
He hid his face in Atem's throat as the man stroked him over his pants. As he breathed roughly in his ear, kissed him, and told him filthy things that sounded like sweet nothings.
Yugi came with a sob, right there on the man's lap, inside of his own underwear. In a moving car within the night.
His nails dug into Atem's skin, his nose pressed harshly along his throat, inhaling his scent over and over as Atem continued to stroke him through his orgasm.
Yugi's mind was slow to return, his body weak and loosened from it's usual tension. He was melted along Atem's body like he belonged there.
Strong arms held him close. Kisses were pressed to his cheek and lips.
And it was with a startling realization that Yugi noticed the car was no longer moving.
His eyes shot to the window and what he saw was shocking.
"Welcome home, Yugi."
Yugi turned to look at Atem's face. At his little smirking smile. At his warm touched eyes that should have been cold given who he was.
"You brought me home?" Yugi asked, voice hoarse from their activities.
Atem slid Yugi's bangs behind an ear. "I had no intention of making love to you tonight, dear one. That will be for next time."
Next time? Next time… There wasn't supposed to be a next time.
Yugi couldn't help but frown.
This all had gone nothing like he'd planned.
Atem untangled Yugi from his person and kissed the back of his hand. "I will cherish this night until we meet again, Yugi Muto."
Yugi's heart stuttered in his chest as he found himself sitting alone in the seat. He felt… odd. Like he was… going to miss Atem.
He forced himself to say goodbye. To get up out of the car, underwear sticky and a harsh reminder of what he'd done, and then walk up to his house.
He turned, finding the dark car still parked on the street.
Yugi heart was beating differently. He couldn't explain it. It was like… there was a new rhythm. Like he was a different person.
Frown getting deeper, he unlocked his door and walked inside.
He could hear the car finally pull away.
And Yugi fell to his floor. Body still thrumming from the most wildest experience he'd ever had. With the most powerful and dangerous man in the country.
Who had more than likely been the reason for several disappearances. Including his old high school friend's Katsuya's father…
The harshness. The biting grip. The forcefulness was all expected from a man like Atem.
But it was the gentleness that lingered between each kiss. The sweetness after it all. The warmth to his touches and gazes.
It was all so incredibly confusing.
There was now one thing in the entire world that Yugi Muto was afraid of: Atem Sennen.