Title: The Gift of a Duck
Author: Dark Temptations
Beta: Vash is my Angel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Silliness
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. The Elfworld, Olwen, Secunda and Oralie are original creations of the genius that is Vash is my Angel and appear in this fic with her knowledge and permission, even though they're all rather OOC since this fic was written purely for fun and not intended to be taken seriously. No ducks or Bakuras were hurt during the writing of this fic.
Summary: This story is set during the Elfworld RP that I play with Vash and SM. While visiting an anime convention on Bakura's world, Olwen wins a duck and gives it to Bakura as a gift.
Author's Notes: The idea that Bakura is afraid of ducks comes from a wonderful fic written by my friend Shadow's Mirror. It's called 'Another Source of Magic' and can be found at her website at http://users.bigpond.net.au/mirrorway/Fanfiction/.
When Olwen won the duck in the RP, Vash asked me to write a fic where he gives it to Bakura. You'd think she'd know better, really *smiles innocently*.
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Dark Temptations Presents
The Gift of a Duck
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Once upon a time, Olwen won a duck. It was a very nice plush duck, as plush ducks go, with fluffy white fur pile instead of feathers and a beak and legs made of yellow fabric. He smiled just a little as he carried it back to the others, already knowing exactly what he would do with it.
When he reached the others, Olwen walked up behind Bakura and tapped him on the shoulder. Bakura turned around, smiling, and Olwen smiled back as he held out the duck. "Here."
Bakura froze. His eyes widened and his smile became a look of complete terror. He whimpered loudly and backed away a step before his fear became too much for him and he fainted.
Olwen blinked at Bakura's unconscious form. He watched in silence as Oralie tried to rouse Bakura, first by shaking him, then by holding a burning feather under his nose, then by throwing a glass of water in his face. Bakura remained unconscious.
The Dark Elf frowned and moved closer, kneeling down, then straddling Bakura's body so he was sitting on top of him. He leaned down and peered into Bakura's face. "Hn."
Then he kissed him.
Bakura did not wake.
Olwen's frown deepened and, still holding the duck under one arm, he used his other hand to stroke Bakura's shaft through his pants.
Bakura still did not wake. His little yami was another matter entirely.
Olwen slipped his hand inside Bakura's pants and stroked him thoroughly. He stroked and stroked and stroked until he felt moisture beading at the tip.
Bakura still did not wake.
Olwen kissed Bakura deeply, thrusting his tongue into Bakura's mouth and plundering it mercilessly as his hand groped Bakura's shaft and fondled his balls until the white-haired yami suddenly came, his release spurting out over Olwen's hands and creating a large wet-spot on Bakura's pants.
Bakura groaned, but still did not wake.
Olwen frowned and moved off Bakura, then pulled down the yami's pants. He pulled a small vial of oil from his pants and prepared Bakura thoroughly.
Bakura still did not wake.
Olwen took him hard, fast and deep. He thrust inside him until he came with a loud growl.
Bakura woke up. He blinked up at Olwen, then noticed the duck still under Olwen's arm.
Bakura fainted again.
Olwen sighed and looked up at Secunda, who was watching anxiously. He silently thrust the duck into Secunda's hands, then began to thrust his shaft inside Bakura again.
The next time Bakura woke, he was sore and sated and there was no duck in sight. Instead, there was a crowd of people admiring the two yaoi lovers humping in the middle of Plushie Con.
It was a very long time before Bakura was able to show his face in public in Domino City again, but he didn't care about that at all.
He did, however, insist that Olwen only bring the duck out on special occasions.
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