Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Games ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Random Note: I used 'Aishiteru' rather than 'I love you' at the end of the last chapter because in Japanese, aishiteru doesn't just mean 'I love you', It's more of 'You know I love you now and I will continue to love you always'. It's not something to be said lightly and I felt that it suited Yami and Hikari perfectly. Sappy, ne?

Chapter Four

Yugi woke to the sensation of something soft, warm and wet on his neck. He cracked open one eye, peering sleepily at the cause.

"Tasty Yugi." Yami smirked, echoing Yugi's earlier remark. He dipped his head back against his hikari's neck, nibbling on his smooth skin .

Yugi stretched gracefully before sitting up. "Forgive me?" He asked, turning doe eyes to Yami.

"Silly. Of course I forgive you." Yami pulled Yugi into a hug. "I never would have guessed you were so...experienced at this sort of thing."

Yugi gave Yami a mock glare. "Oh yeah, little Yugi is sooo innocent. We mustn't corrupt the poor sweet thing." He growled and flopped back on the bed.

Yami laughed. "People only tend to see what's pointed out to them, aibou. And you do have this pure aura around you." He tapped Yugi on the nose. "It's not just them. I'm closer to you than anything and *I* never guessed your little secret."

A snort answered him. "I can just see their faces if I ever told them. It's not as though I've ever really hidden who I am. People just dismiss it."

Yami snickered. "Imagine the look on Kaiba's face if you played this game with him. Or Bakura?"

Yugi followed the mental image Yami shot to him and giggled. "Oh what would Ryou think if we collared Bakura."

Yami and Yugi exchanged an identical wide grin. "PUPPY."

"Oh poor Jounouchi. He'd never know what hit him."

Yugi thought about this. The image wasn't exactly repugnant. In fact the idea of the blond duelist in leather and a collar with a leash was strangely appealing. The sent the train of thought to Yami.

//The idea has merit. I for one wouldn't mind trying it out.//

/Nani?/

Yami sent a sideways look towards Yugi. //You could always try your hand at Ryou.// He hid a grin as Yugi blushed. //I know you've been thinking about him aibou.//

Yugi narrowed his eyes. /I think you know more about this than you've let on Yami-koi/ He sent sarcastically.

Yami gave him a perfect imitation of Yugi's innocent blink. //What on earth would give you that idea?// He sent back primly.

/You never asked me to explain anything. You knew full well what a safe word was and you took to your role as if you had done it a hundred times before./

//Well....you never asked.//

Yugi rolled his eyes. /Were you Seme or Uke when you played before?/

//Seme usually. But it doesn't really matter to me.// Yami shrugged his shoulders to emphasise his point. //I quite liked you being Seme koibito. You were very good. Gentle.//

Yugi smiled. His eyes twinkling happily. /So you enjoyed yourself then?/

Yami cuddled back up to his light. //Immensely.// He reassured the smaller youth before capturing his mouth in a kiss.

Knock. Knock.

Shooting a disgruntled glare at the door, Yugi stood and walked over to it, snatching up the key from where he'd left it and yanking it open as soon as it was unlocked.

"What?" He snarled.

"Well, that's a nice way to treat someone now, isn't it."

Yugi blinked. His mind finally registering who was standing there. His face broke out into a huge smile. "Treize!!"

Treize shook his head in exasperation. "As much as I admire the view, don't you think you should put something on."

Yugi blushed, making Yami snicker.

Treize glanced over at the sound. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Had Yami not been watching he would have missed it.

"Who's this lovely creature?" Treize asked, his eyes raking appreciatively over Yami's nude form.

Yami stood. He walked over to the tall auburn-haired man. Holding his hand out he introduced himself. "Yami Mutou. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Treize Kushrenada. Delighted to meet you."

They shook hands while Yugi retrieved two long robes for them to wear. Yami took his with a small smile, his hand brushing over Yugi's. He slid the black silk material swiftly, belting it tightly. The V-neck accenting his collar, and enhancing the deep violet of the teardrop amythest.

"What brings you here, Treize-kun." Yugi asked, motioning for him to sit in one of the large chairs.

Treize sat down, his fingers steepled over his lap. He frowned slightly as he gathered his thoughts.

"Zechs told me that you had turned up tonight with someone." He began. His gaze slid over Yami before meeting Yugi's eyes. "How much does he know."

Yugi shrugged. "Near to nothing."

"Aa."

Yami glared at the new arrival. "I am sitting right here." He bit out from where he was sitting near his love. The fire playing over his face, making him seen closer to his age for a fraction of a second.

Treize blinked. For a moment Yami had unnerved him. His eyes had reminded him of those pilots. He shook off the feeling.

Yugi shot an apologetic gaze over to his lover. "Gomen Yami. It wasn't intentional."

Giving them both a sharp glare Yami settled back into his chair.

Treize sighed. "You know, he almost reminds me of my little dragon."

Yugi gave him a soft smile. "Still no luck with Wufei?"

Treize shook his head. "None. We're either trying to kill each other or jumping each other's bones. But we never simply have time to talk."

Yami looked puzzled. "Why not?"

"We...our world is at war. In our world we fight on opposite sides. I am a General, he is a...well, terrorist, to put it mildly."

"Your world..." Yami enunciated mildly. His face going blank as his mind processed everything Zechs had said earlier and Treize's confession.

Treize raised a brow at Yugi. "I do believe this is where you explain everything now." He said dryly, an amused air around him.

"Damn." Yugi muttered.

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Tbc...

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Okay, this has suddenly started to become some sort of crossover fic. I think I'll start posting the PWP's as sidestories and enlarge this one out. Tell me what you think. I'll try to keep this one on the same lines as it's on now. But I guess anything can happen. Damn my imagination. I don't really know how Treize snuck into this thing. Zechs must have called him. *mutters* Darn scheming bishonen.

If I type *really* fast and my muses co-operate, I'll see about adding another chapter tomorrow night. No promises though. *grin*