Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Reality ❯ Action ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
S-E-X...and its not in a bed!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.12.2002 | Updated On: 11.24.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
S-E-X...and its not in a bed!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.12.2002 | Updated On: 11.24.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Yami and Yugi are not mine, I just shove them into closets and force them to bake fresh little lemon cakes.
Broken Reality
Chapter 6: Act of Lust
"Take me."
Ten minutes found them not on the way home as Yugi had intended but in the back hall of the club. Between the doors marked with gender appropriate symbols was another with the word 'Janitor' scribbled on it in large letters. Yugi was unsure whether it was locked or not; Yami did manage to get it open.
His dark's hands never stopped touching him, they were impatient and wanting. When the door closed, Yami fumbled and switched on a light. The closet was small, a line of shelves on one side, filled with bottles of multi-colored cleaner. Mops and buckets sat along the other cement block wall and in the corner was a well-used broom. Old clothes dangles from random perches like ghostly witnesses and the stale air smelled of lemon duster and pine sol.
As he was undressed Yugi stared at the dangling bulb, it was as naked as he was about to be and it swung back and forth on the thin cord connected to the cracking ceiling. His plan hadn't included a light bulb.
The leather vest was taken quickly and tossed into a corner. Yami pushed aside the puzzle, letting it dangle down Yugi back, and licked at one of his light's nipples. Yugi clutched at his hair, trying to steady himself. Yami was at his neck, sucking roughly and nipping at the nerve. It was strange and new, fascinating in a way but his fear was barely held at bay.
Slowly the leather pants were pealed away from his body, Yami bending down to remove them and brushing his leg on the way back up. The taller boy pulled them close, pressing Yugi's naked body against his own and kissing him deeply. One skilled hand reached to knead one cheek of his pale buttocks before slipping between his legs to trace the sensitive skin of his manhood.
Yugi tried not to shy away, pressing further into Yami's kiss, trying to kiss back with whatever force he could. Breathless, they pulled away. Perhaps now Yami would stop, would let them go home. Perhaps they would lie down together as they had so many a night and just be in each others arms. Perhaps...
Passionate eyes roamed his clothless body and hands laid him back onto the ground. The cement floor was cold and chilled him to the bone. He shivered, but Yami failed to notice. The other was caught in the wonder of the moment. His beautiful young light was spread out before him, willing and ready for what so many nights he had dreamt about, waking up hard, alone, and with no way to remedy the situation. Until now.
Now he could do as he wanted.
Yugi gasped as a hand touched his arousal. He wasn't aware of what was happening, but apparently his body was enjoying it. Yami pumped his shaft up and down, quickly trying to bring him close enough so that they could proceed. Yugi didn't look at what was happening, but he felt a blush spread across his cheeks non the less. He heard moans and pleas spring from his throat without really feeling the pleasure that inspired them. His eyes stayed glued to the swinging light.
Back and forth.
Yami stood and searched for something. Checking his pockets and then sighing an exasperated sigh.
"Damn," he growled. Yugi glanced down to see Yami's hand run down to his own pants to rub against the painful-looking bulge in his blue pants.
"Doesn't matter," Yugi whispered, just loud enough to be heard. He knew what Yami was looking for, it was what he had had the night in the woods...just in case. Yami must have decided Yugi was a lost cause and ceased to carry it with him, but this act could not be delayed lest he lose his nerve.
Yami did not disagree.
Yanking roughly at his pants, he tossed them aside. Yugi watched as Yami's erection was revealed to the room, trying not to be frightened, trying to distance himself. He looked back to the light bulb, seeing a small bug that flew around it, being drawn into something it had no idea about. Poor little bug. The world would never know...
Yami's arms grasp him under his own and lifted him onto the lid of an overturned bucket. The raised plastic ridges bit sharply into his bare bottom, but the readjustment gave Yami more room to move in the tiny space.
The taller boy lifted his left leg, holding it up in a rather uncomfortable position. Yugi watched with strange fascination as his other half licked his two fingers, taking them in his mouth and out again, covering them with saliva as best he could.
"Are you ready Aibou?" He asked, body flushed and glowing even in the closed off room.
"Yes." The word sounded strange to him. Yami didn't notice.
Reaching forward to Yugi's revealed virgin entrance, he caressed it lightly before inserting one coated finger.
Yugi jumped.
"Stay still Aibou."
"Hai."
Determined, Yugi braced himself. It felt as if a strange presence was invading his body, it moved and turned, searching and not finding, his instincts told him to get rid of it, to flee. He would not. Yami wouldn't hurt him. Yami loved him. It dawned upon him suddenly that their bond had all but closed. Why was Yami shielding his thoughts?
Another finger was added, stretching and pulling. Yugi's hands groped from something to hold to, some bit of reality to prove that this was real but found nothing. Clutching at his own thighs, he left red streaks as his short nails bit into the flesh, one of the marks bled. Soon the fingers withdrew, he felt no loss, only a sense of hope that it was over. He knew better but didn't want to.
The taller boy had dropped to his knees, trying to find a decent height. While Yami was an experienced lover he had usually brought his mate to his own bed. Grace was lost in this situation, but purpose was not. He refused to give up such an opportunity.
Yugi whimpered for one reason or another.
With a sudden forcefulness Yami entered him, pushing in to the hilt in one motion and making a primal grunt of approval as he was accepted in Yugi's tight channel. Yugi grimaced and shuddered under his hands. It hurt so badly, it felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside out. Surely there was blood now, how could there not be? Two tears rolled down his face, followed by more.
"Look at me Aibou."
He couldn't. He couldn't look at the man who had done this to him, who had hurt him. A rough hand grasped his chin, turning his head and forcing him to meet Yami's smiling eyes. There was concern in their depth, but it was all but covered by the sweet elation of near completion. Gently he wiped away Yugi's tears as if he had expected them to be there.
Then he began to move. Each motion hurt, tugging and pulling roughly. Yugi bit his lip to keep from crying out for Yami to stop, he tasted the copper of blood from where his teeth sunk into the skin, a thin trail of it ran down his chin. Yami reached up to kiss him once more, licking it away, trying to comfort his light. Yugi wanted it to be over, just to end, for him to wake up and for it all to have been a dream.
Yami shifted to brush a spot inside of him that sent a jolt throughout his body. It was intense, but he couldn't find the joy in it. Again and again, repetition of the pain and pleasure. He heard himself scream, and heard Yami growl fiercely, and then all was light and he was lost.
Coming to he saw Yami knelt before him on the floor. His shirt fell to mostly cover his now limp erection and there was a smile of perfect happiness on his face. In his hand was a tissue that he used to clean away the sticky mess on Yugi's stomach and inner thighs. Seeing Yugi awake, he pulled him from the bucket and down to straddle his lap.
Yugi let his head rest on the other's shoulder. His body throbbed and he felt so very empty, but he had done it. He was grown up now, no one would ever look at him as a child again. Still, as he sat there on the cold cement floor of the dim little janitor's closet, he cried for what he had lost.
"Yami?" he asked through the tears and gasps.
"Yes?"
"Do you...do you love me?"
"I will always love you, little Yugi."
And that was what hurt worst of all.
~tbc?~
Notes: Well damn, that wasn't exactly the climax you were hoping for, ne? Well that's because its not the end...at least if I get some reviews saying you lovely readers don't want it to be. If I do, then there will be more Yugi angst, conflict (aka a bit of plot), and at least one (much happier) lemon. So, what do you say? Shall I continue, or leave it right here at this sad little junction?
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
Random Mid-Fic Commentary With The Cast: Broken Reality
Yugi's a Virgin and Yami's a Moo Cow
Yami: You've really got to stop writing like this...what's Yugi gonna think?
Yugi: {walks in} Think about what?
Yami: {snatches fic from Miko's hands and shoves it in his mouth} Noffin'
Miko: Oi! That's my fic!
Yugi: Fic? What fic?
Miko: Uh, nothing, nothing! We're just practicing for a play. See, Yami gets to be the hungry cow! {starts dressing Yami in a cow costume, with little horns and spots and a bell}
Yami: {glares}
Miko: {glares back vengefully} Why don't you moo for him Yami-chan?
Yami: {glares threateningly}
Yugi: {looks expectantly at Yami}
Miko: {picks up a pen and draws a suggestive diagram so only Yami can see}
Yami: Moo.
Yugi: Uh....well done Yami. {glances at the Miko who is suddenly stuffing the diagram down her shirt, shrugs and walks away}
Yami: {hands Miko back fic}
Miko: Eeew! Its got Yami slobbers on it!
Yami: Its your own fault.
Miko: Damnit Yami! Stop causing trouble and go back to baking my lemon desserts.
Yami: Maybe I don't wanna...
Miko: Damnit bishie! Get back in the kitchen and make me some pie!
Broken Reality
Chapter 6: Act of Lust
"Take me."
Ten minutes found them not on the way home as Yugi had intended but in the back hall of the club. Between the doors marked with gender appropriate symbols was another with the word 'Janitor' scribbled on it in large letters. Yugi was unsure whether it was locked or not; Yami did manage to get it open.
His dark's hands never stopped touching him, they were impatient and wanting. When the door closed, Yami fumbled and switched on a light. The closet was small, a line of shelves on one side, filled with bottles of multi-colored cleaner. Mops and buckets sat along the other cement block wall and in the corner was a well-used broom. Old clothes dangles from random perches like ghostly witnesses and the stale air smelled of lemon duster and pine sol.
As he was undressed Yugi stared at the dangling bulb, it was as naked as he was about to be and it swung back and forth on the thin cord connected to the cracking ceiling. His plan hadn't included a light bulb.
The leather vest was taken quickly and tossed into a corner. Yami pushed aside the puzzle, letting it dangle down Yugi back, and licked at one of his light's nipples. Yugi clutched at his hair, trying to steady himself. Yami was at his neck, sucking roughly and nipping at the nerve. It was strange and new, fascinating in a way but his fear was barely held at bay.
Slowly the leather pants were pealed away from his body, Yami bending down to remove them and brushing his leg on the way back up. The taller boy pulled them close, pressing Yugi's naked body against his own and kissing him deeply. One skilled hand reached to knead one cheek of his pale buttocks before slipping between his legs to trace the sensitive skin of his manhood.
Yugi tried not to shy away, pressing further into Yami's kiss, trying to kiss back with whatever force he could. Breathless, they pulled away. Perhaps now Yami would stop, would let them go home. Perhaps they would lie down together as they had so many a night and just be in each others arms. Perhaps...
Passionate eyes roamed his clothless body and hands laid him back onto the ground. The cement floor was cold and chilled him to the bone. He shivered, but Yami failed to notice. The other was caught in the wonder of the moment. His beautiful young light was spread out before him, willing and ready for what so many nights he had dreamt about, waking up hard, alone, and with no way to remedy the situation. Until now.
Now he could do as he wanted.
Yugi gasped as a hand touched his arousal. He wasn't aware of what was happening, but apparently his body was enjoying it. Yami pumped his shaft up and down, quickly trying to bring him close enough so that they could proceed. Yugi didn't look at what was happening, but he felt a blush spread across his cheeks non the less. He heard moans and pleas spring from his throat without really feeling the pleasure that inspired them. His eyes stayed glued to the swinging light.
Back and forth.
Yami stood and searched for something. Checking his pockets and then sighing an exasperated sigh.
"Damn," he growled. Yugi glanced down to see Yami's hand run down to his own pants to rub against the painful-looking bulge in his blue pants.
"Doesn't matter," Yugi whispered, just loud enough to be heard. He knew what Yami was looking for, it was what he had had the night in the woods...just in case. Yami must have decided Yugi was a lost cause and ceased to carry it with him, but this act could not be delayed lest he lose his nerve.
Yami did not disagree.
Yanking roughly at his pants, he tossed them aside. Yugi watched as Yami's erection was revealed to the room, trying not to be frightened, trying to distance himself. He looked back to the light bulb, seeing a small bug that flew around it, being drawn into something it had no idea about. Poor little bug. The world would never know...
Yami's arms grasp him under his own and lifted him onto the lid of an overturned bucket. The raised plastic ridges bit sharply into his bare bottom, but the readjustment gave Yami more room to move in the tiny space.
The taller boy lifted his left leg, holding it up in a rather uncomfortable position. Yugi watched with strange fascination as his other half licked his two fingers, taking them in his mouth and out again, covering them with saliva as best he could.
"Are you ready Aibou?" He asked, body flushed and glowing even in the closed off room.
"Yes." The word sounded strange to him. Yami didn't notice.
Reaching forward to Yugi's revealed virgin entrance, he caressed it lightly before inserting one coated finger.
Yugi jumped.
"Stay still Aibou."
"Hai."
Determined, Yugi braced himself. It felt as if a strange presence was invading his body, it moved and turned, searching and not finding, his instincts told him to get rid of it, to flee. He would not. Yami wouldn't hurt him. Yami loved him. It dawned upon him suddenly that their bond had all but closed. Why was Yami shielding his thoughts?
Another finger was added, stretching and pulling. Yugi's hands groped from something to hold to, some bit of reality to prove that this was real but found nothing. Clutching at his own thighs, he left red streaks as his short nails bit into the flesh, one of the marks bled. Soon the fingers withdrew, he felt no loss, only a sense of hope that it was over. He knew better but didn't want to.
The taller boy had dropped to his knees, trying to find a decent height. While Yami was an experienced lover he had usually brought his mate to his own bed. Grace was lost in this situation, but purpose was not. He refused to give up such an opportunity.
Yugi whimpered for one reason or another.
With a sudden forcefulness Yami entered him, pushing in to the hilt in one motion and making a primal grunt of approval as he was accepted in Yugi's tight channel. Yugi grimaced and shuddered under his hands. It hurt so badly, it felt as if he was being torn apart from the inside out. Surely there was blood now, how could there not be? Two tears rolled down his face, followed by more.
"Look at me Aibou."
He couldn't. He couldn't look at the man who had done this to him, who had hurt him. A rough hand grasped his chin, turning his head and forcing him to meet Yami's smiling eyes. There was concern in their depth, but it was all but covered by the sweet elation of near completion. Gently he wiped away Yugi's tears as if he had expected them to be there.
Then he began to move. Each motion hurt, tugging and pulling roughly. Yugi bit his lip to keep from crying out for Yami to stop, he tasted the copper of blood from where his teeth sunk into the skin, a thin trail of it ran down his chin. Yami reached up to kiss him once more, licking it away, trying to comfort his light. Yugi wanted it to be over, just to end, for him to wake up and for it all to have been a dream.
Yami shifted to brush a spot inside of him that sent a jolt throughout his body. It was intense, but he couldn't find the joy in it. Again and again, repetition of the pain and pleasure. He heard himself scream, and heard Yami growl fiercely, and then all was light and he was lost.
Coming to he saw Yami knelt before him on the floor. His shirt fell to mostly cover his now limp erection and there was a smile of perfect happiness on his face. In his hand was a tissue that he used to clean away the sticky mess on Yugi's stomach and inner thighs. Seeing Yugi awake, he pulled him from the bucket and down to straddle his lap.
Yugi let his head rest on the other's shoulder. His body throbbed and he felt so very empty, but he had done it. He was grown up now, no one would ever look at him as a child again. Still, as he sat there on the cold cement floor of the dim little janitor's closet, he cried for what he had lost.
"Yami?" he asked through the tears and gasps.
"Yes?"
"Do you...do you love me?"
"I will always love you, little Yugi."
And that was what hurt worst of all.
~tbc?~
Notes: Well damn, that wasn't exactly the climax you were hoping for, ne? Well that's because its not the end...at least if I get some reviews saying you lovely readers don't want it to be. If I do, then there will be more Yugi angst, conflict (aka a bit of plot), and at least one (much happier) lemon. So, what do you say? Shall I continue, or leave it right here at this sad little junction?
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
Random Mid-Fic Commentary With The Cast: Broken Reality
Yugi's a Virgin and Yami's a Moo Cow
Yami: You've really got to stop writing like this...what's Yugi gonna think?
Yugi: {walks in} Think about what?
Yami: {snatches fic from Miko's hands and shoves it in his mouth} Noffin'
Miko: Oi! That's my fic!
Yugi: Fic? What fic?
Miko: Uh, nothing, nothing! We're just practicing for a play. See, Yami gets to be the hungry cow! {starts dressing Yami in a cow costume, with little horns and spots and a bell}
Yami: {glares}
Miko: {glares back vengefully} Why don't you moo for him Yami-chan?
Yami: {glares threateningly}
Yugi: {looks expectantly at Yami}
Miko: {picks up a pen and draws a suggestive diagram so only Yami can see}
Yami: Moo.
Yugi: Uh....well done Yami. {glances at the Miko who is suddenly stuffing the diagram down her shirt, shrugs and walks away}
Yami: {hands Miko back fic}
Miko: Eeew! Its got Yami slobbers on it!
Yami: Its your own fault.
Miko: Damnit Yami! Stop causing trouble and go back to baking my lemon desserts.
Yami: Maybe I don't wanna...
Miko: Damnit bishie! Get back in the kitchen and make me some pie!