merryfortune

Kinktober 2022
Day 22: Watersports | Foodplay | Nippleplay

Title: Spoiling the Victor

Ship: Wisteriashipping | Spectre/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: E

Word Count: 1,857

Warnings: None

Tags: Degradation Kink, Sadomasochism, Rimming, Spit as Lube, Anal Sex, Coming Together, Friends with Benefits, Out of Character

   The rules to the game of survival were simple. Win and you ate. Lose and you starved. 

   It took some coaxing but Spectre managed to convince Yusaku to reenact those days from their youth. Halcyon for Spectre, hellish for Yusaku. Days where they had not known of the other’s existence but both very well knew those white walls of the containment units they had been locked inside of. But together, they found some compromise. A certain twist to the game made it more enticing for them both and with the right circumstances, an agreement was made.

   As it would turn out Yusaku’s heart could be accessed through his stomach and Spectre’s heart, as it were, could be accessed through his need to be of use and there was no need greater than that of satiating hunger.

   Though, Spectre did have his doubts as to whether an entire cake all to himself was healthy but it made a good treat for the all skin and bones victor in need of a spoiling. 

   At least it had fruit, most of what was served at Cafe Nagi did not have that privilege and Spectre consoled himself on that since he unpopularly disliked hot dogs.

   They always duelled first, beforehand. It was as part of the ritual as eating with a knife and fork or having electricity follow. 

   Spectre would come to visit with a freshly baked cake and Yusaku would be waiting for him with a freshly remade deck. Spectre would place it on the higher part of Yusaku’s kitchen nook, where it would wait for a winner to claim it and Yusaku would beckon him to the dining table with game mats laid out instead of a placemat.

   At some point, Yusaku had begun to suspect that Spectre purposefully lost his duels. That he found it more riveting to lose because of what would follow but maybe not. Yusaku had a competitive streak a mile wide and that trumped his sweet-tooth.

   Today Spectre had brought around the most luscious sponge cake. It looked positively scrumptious with plush, vanilla cake with layers of hand whipped cream interspersed with homegrown strawberries cut into the most perfect chunks. Handmade jam from previous crops from Spectre was slathered in between and powdered sugar was dusted up on top. It was elegant and it made Yusaku’s mouth water, he had never even seen something comparable in a grocery store or supermarket quite like Spectre’s cakes. 

   And today, Yusaku had prepared his latest reshuffling of his Cyberse deck. He never changed it up too drastically, especially compared to Spectre’s ever stagnant deck but the symbolism of it was important. How they fought, how they interacted, and how Spectre won and how Yusaku lost.

   “Congratulations again, Fujiki-san.” Spectre said as he smiled a most saccharine smile, with laugh lines in the corner of his eyes, making the skin of them crinkle.

   Yusaku didn’t have much to say to that. He knew what he wanted and Spectre was more than happy to give it to him.

   “Give me a moment.” Spectre told him.

   “Thank you.” Yusaku replied.

   He didn’t want to seem eager but the way his eyes lit up were absolutely adorable to Spectre as he got up. He fetched his cake that stood upon a fancy, crystalline display and he brought it closer to Yusaku who had packed up their card games. 

   “I hope you enjoy it. I always bake it just for you.” Spectre continued.

   “I appreciate your hard work.” Yusaku said. “Thank you for the food.”

   “You're welcome.” Spectre bade him.

   He hovered by Yusaku’s side and waited for him to get up. The wooden chair squeaked as its heels were dragged against the worn down linoleum of the kitchen floor as Yusaku excused himself. He picked up his knife and fork, and then glanced towards Spectre to give him permission.

   “I hope you eat it all.” Spectre said and his voice took a cold turn.

   His hand lunged forward and he took Yusaku by the back of his head. His fingers scraped through Yusaku’s scalp and held down tight on his hair. He shoved Yusaku’s face forward and planted it straight into the middle of that beautiful cake that he had made. Yusaku's hands thumped on the table, the cutlery that he had picked up in vain clattered loudly against the surface of it.

   Yusaku gasped in surprise but the noise in his mouth became clumped as he took an ugly, uneven mouthful of the cake from the top, even though he had seen it coming. That was part of the game. They were simple. Win and you ate. Lose and you starved. Win and you had all the sweetness of victory in the world and lose, you got to dole out that bitterness of the loss.

   Crumbs and cream smeared messily over Yusaku’s mouth and Spectre reeled him back. He smiled cruelly as he eyed the remnants of the smashed cake on Yusaku’s lips and his chin.

   “Does it taste good?” Spectre asked sharply.

   “It's delicious.” Yusaku replied and he vainly started to lick at the crumbs, his heart raced.

   “Good, I want you to enjoy it all.” Spectre demanded. “Eat it all.”

   Yusaku mumbled a reply but rather than swallow more cake, the cake swallowed more of Yusaku’s reply. Spectre forced him to dive face first into the crater that the first impact of Yusaku’s head smashing into it had created. Yusaku moaned as he opened his jaw against the softness of the sponge cake. Some of it he ate, the rest he just revelled in. The smells and taste of the sponge cake were overwhelming but Yusaku thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of the cream and jam turning sticky upon his skin.

   Spectre, meanwhile, let go of Yusaku, so he could eat like the gluttonous pig for victory that he was. How sweet it was and how sweet it was to pamper him as well. There ought to be no reward unturned for such a hero.

   So, Spectre dropped to his knees - and he took Yusaku’s pants with him. He slid Yusaku’s underwear down his legs and from below, he was delighted to note that Yusaku was already hard. His erection rubbed against the laminated wood of the dining table and seeing that, Spectre was determined to make Yusaku come.

   Yusaku shifted how he stood just slightly enough so Spectre could eat him out from behind. Spectre pushed his tongue between Yusaku’s bony cheeks and up his hole. He listened, marvelled, at how Yusaku moaned as he ate through the cake on top. He smiled into it as he rimmed Yusaku, making him moan more and more.

   Yusaku bounced slightly on his heels as he felt Spectre’s tongue inside of him. His hands were placed on his slender legs, holding him still as he just got excited. Too excited. It just felt good - so good, so amazing, even - to be the King of Games.

   He bent himself more over the table and opened his mouth wider to the cake inside of him. It tasted like a sweet, fresh cacophony of sugar and cream in tender, equal measure. Spectre was spectacular at baking and he was spectacular at analingus, too. 

   Already, in between so much sensory overload of the mouth and the anus, Yusaku felt himself close to coming. He could feel it internally, from the way his heart raced and how full he was already feeling in his stomach from what he had chowed down in his mess.

   And Spectre could feel it, too, externally. In how Yusaku’s legs twitched beneath his palms and how his arsehole clenched as he swirled his tongue around inside of it. But Spectre, however, would not be satisfied with just making Yusaku come from being tongue-fucked. 

   After all, he was perfectly hard in his own lap.

   Pulling back, Spectre coquettishly piped up, “Yusaku, darling, allow me.” He drummed his fingers gently on Yusaku’s upper thighs and he stumbled slightly, despite standing up. He simply went weak in his knees and was unable to hold himself up, crumbling like sugar in water.

   Taking that as permission as Yusaku continued to gorge himself on his well earned cake, Spectre rose up to his full height again. More out of tentative curiosity than anything else, he teased Yusaku’s hole again but with his finger. He tested its flexibility and the wetness in the saliva left behind. It was good enough but Spectre was thrilled to watch as Yusaku twitched and melted just from being fingered.

   With mouthfuls of cake and cream and strawberries, Yusaku was practically begging to be fucked. 

   Spectre licked his lips and he pulled out his finger from inside Yusaku’s hole. It puckered from being roughly fingered. Spectre lined his wood up to it and entered slowly, making Yusaku moan low. Clumps of half-eaten cake, mixed with his spit, fell out of his mouth as he moaned. He ate them again with no problem, even with how Spectre thrusted into him from behind.

   A whirl of sickness briefly was sent through the pit of Yusaku’s stomach as he took the intrusion as best as he could. Though this was a game that he and Spectre played often, that scant trace of nausea between eating and being fucked was somethign that he still dealt with. Even if it was a sensation he enjoyed: being filled from both the mouth and the ass. 

   Spectre grunted as he leered from over Yusaku. He might have lost the match but in his humble opinion, to see Yusaku in such a raw and feeding state, that very much made him the winner. And to have the privilege of coming inside of the victor, well, that was very much a sweet and unique pleasure too.

   With a couple more bucks of his hips, a breath escaped through Spectre’s teeth as a hiss and he filled Yusaku’s tight ass with his seed. His own hot cream and Yusaku melted. The tips of his ears turned red as he came, just utterly overstimulated from their game and it dribbled down the side of his legs more than spurting outwards.

   “Now, now, Fujiki-san,” Spectre playfully scolded him as he pulled back, admiring the trail of semen between the tip of his cock to Yusaku’s ass, “just because you won and just because this is your home territory, that doesn’t mean you can make such a mess.” He said hypocritically as he let his own come drip on the ground.

   Tiredly, Yusaku lifted his head and muttered something in blatant ignoring of Spectre’s nagging. 

   “Thank you, again, for the food.” he said and he wiped off some of the cake from his mouth. He looked over his shoulder, with his big green eyes up at Spectre and they really were thankful.

   “You're welcome.” Spectre said and with his other hand, with just his index finger, he wiped a small stripe of the other half of Yusaku’s face clean. He sucked the tip and thought to himself.

   He should probably use less vanilla extract next time but so long as Yusaku enjoyed it, he supposed.