Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Visions ❯ Chapter 1

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Changing Visions
By: Liz
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am using them for fun,
not profit. If you'll sue me, all you'll get are my college loans, which
will be increasing by $15,000 very soon.
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This is just a PWP that popped into mind that I felt
compelled to write. There is nothing socially redeeming about it, and I
warn you now that it has been quite awhile since I've written a yaoi
lemon...I just hope that I didn't forget how :-p
Feedback is always appreciated. Flames will be laughed at, forwarded to my
friend so she can laugh at them, and then forever ignored.

/.../--Yugi's communication
//...//--Yami's communication

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'Do they not see?'

Yugi watched his friends as they walked down the street. They were laughing
and joking, but at the same time, Yugi felt cast out. More than that-he
felt ridiculed.

He wasn't sure when the feeling had started. It just gradually occurred to
him that, despite being the same age as his friends, he was treated as
younger than them. More innocent. More of a burden. At first he dismissed
it as a side effect of his small stature-genetics having their little joke
at his expense-but even after everything, the duels, the Millenium
artifacts...it was inescapable. Yugi was sixteen years old, and treated
like he was six. He rolled his eyes. 'You'd think that *time*, if nothing
else, would've made them realize I'm different. To say nothing of how
having to battle for your grandfather's very soul and finding that you have
a dark half that's fully sentient has to at *least* have had a maturing
effect.'

//Aibou?//

Yugi resisted the urge to either chuckle or groan. /Yes, Yami?/ he asked
his dark half, trying to sound innocent.

//You seemed...distracted.//

/Well, that happens sometimes when I'm thinking./

//About what?//

/Have you always been this nosy, Yami, or have you just been spending too
much time with Tea lately?/

Soft laughter filtered through their link. //Maybe. But...you'd tell me if
it was important, right?//

/If I thought it was something you needed to know, yes, Yami, I would./

//You mean, there's things you keep from me?//

/Well, yes. We're all entitled to our secrets, you know./

//I suppose you're right.// A sigh. //I just want to help you, Aibou, help
and protect you.//

/Now that you mention it..../ I was determined to find out if my Yami
thought I was weak as well.

//Yes? Anything I can do, Aibou, you know that.//

/Do you really think I need protecting *all* the time?/

//Well, I...I sense that there is no right answer to this question.//

'Good dodge, Yami, but I can hear the meaning behind the words.' /Thank
you, Yami. That's all I needed to know./ Before he could respond, Yugi
said, /Yami, why don't come out and join us?/

//Do you want that, Aibou?//

/I would like it, and the others wouldn't mind./

A moment later, Yugi found himself experiencing what he had started terming
the 'funhouse mirror' feeling-like looking into a mirror, only to find that
the reflection was distorted in some ways.

Yami opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Joey turned.
"Hey, Yami! Where did you come from?"

"From my soul room. Where else?" Yami sounded bemused, and Yugi couldn't
blame him.

Pretty soon, everyone was chattering and having fun...except Yugi. 'They
don't notice me when I'm just with them, and it's even worse when Yami's
here.' He sighed, trying to think of an excuse to leave. "Hey guys? I
think I'm going to head back home."

Yami looked closely at him. "Are you feeling all right?"

Yugi waved a hand, dismissing the concern. "Of course, Yami. I was just
thinking that I haven't spent too much time with Grandpa lately. You know,
without fifty other people around."

Joey nodded. "Makes sense."

"Do you want me to walk home with you?" Yami's eyes narrowed a fraction as
he regarded Yugi. 'He's hiding something....'

"Yami, I grew up around here-I know where I'm going. And it's not like I
need someone to hold my hand when I cross the street anymore."

"Well...if you're sure...."

Tea latched onto Yami's arm. "I think he is, Yami. Besides, Yugi's right."
She flashed a brilliant smile at Yami.

Yugi had to suppress a growl. Tea was a great friend, and he did like her,
but the way she was always all over Yami.... He derailed that train of
thought before it led him down paths he didn't really want to take in
public. "Look, all I'm doing is going home. I've done it before. I mean,
really-we're closer to home now than I am when I go to school." Yugi's
voice took on a slightly bitter sound. "And everyone knows I get there and
back fine."

Yami's concern came back fully. "Aibou...."

"I'll see you all later!" Before he could listen to anymore of Yami's
objections, or watch Tea's worshipping, or just anything else, Yugi took off
at a run for home.

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Yugi let himself into the empty shop and headed into the house, thankful
that Yami had forgotten that his grandfather had planned to visit friends
that day. He made his way up to his room, and removed the Millenium puzzle
before laying down on his bed. He hoped that Yami would take the action as
a sign of wanting privacy other than impending doom, because Yugi wanted to
think through some things without Yami around in person on in his
head-namely, the feelings he was developing for his dark half.

Yugi chuckled. 'Developing-who am I kidding? They've unpacked their bags
and moved in for the long haul!'

He thought about Yami. 'I suppose some people might call my falling for him
a bit narcissistic-he undeniably resembles me. But...I don't see that when
I look at him. I see his eyes-which are nothing like mine-and I see what's
inside him.'

Yugi sighed as he considered Yami's personality. 'He's shadowed, but not
dark or cruel. He appears unfeeling to most people, but I know
differently-he feels so deep that he's *afraid* to show it. But when he
does...it's intense.' Yugi shivered, imagining that instead of the concern
or contentment that usually shone in Yami's eyes when he regarded Yugi, that
those eyes held lust and love. Crimson eyes, fixed on him, burning with a
passion that only Yugi could sate.... He could almost feel those eyes
roving over his body, and Yugi was very close to just sinking into the
fantasy.

Until he heard the door slam shut. Yugi bit back a curse as he flipped over
so that his back was facing the door, hiding his burgeoning arousal until he
could cool himself down. Whether it was his grandfather or Yami, he really
didn't want either of them walking in on him masturbating. 'Well...Yami
maybe...watching his eyes flare, beckoning him over to the bed to 'assist'
me....'

Yugi derailed that train of thought and closed his eyes, composing himself.
Just in time, too, for he heard the door to his room open.

"Aibou? What's going on? I lost contact with you, and then I came home,
and Grandpa isn't here."

Yugi nodded, not turning around. "I got home, and remembered that Grandpa
had mentioned wanting to visit friends. I decided I didn't want to go back
and went to lie down instead."

Yami sat down on the edge of Yugi's bed and placed a gentle hand on his
side. Yugi fought the pleasant shivers that the touched caused. "There's
something on your mind?" Despite the tone, Yugi knew it wasn't really a
question.

"Yes, there is. But it's not anything that you'd ever want to hear, I'm
sure."

"Aibou, that's not true. You know I'll listen to anything you want to say."

"Listen, yes. Accept...I don't know."

"Please?"

Yugi rolled onto his back and looked up at his Yami. 'Beautiful....'
"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't." The hand that had been resting on Yugi's side now lay on his
stomach, and Yami began to rub in what he thought was a soothing manner.
Yugi just thought of glaciers to try and keep his arousal in check, saying
nothing for a moment.

Finally, before Yami could prod him anymore, Yugi blurted out, "I'm gay."
'Well...only part of it, but we need to see how he reacts to that first.'

Yami's hand stilled for a moment, then began rubbing again. "I...see. So,
it's a matter of the heart that's been bothering you?"

"You could say that." Yugi was relieved by his love's casual acceptance of
the statement.

"I bet you have a crush on someone. One of your friends."

Yugi blinked. Maybe he'd figure it out on his own. "Possibly." 'I don't
feel very 'friendly' towards *you*, Yami. And I *know* that it's more than
just a simple crush.'

"Will you tell me?"

"No." Yugi gave Yami an evil grin. "I'm going to make you guess. Think of
it as a game."

Yami couldn't pass up anything phrased as a game and Yugi knew it well.
Yami was the only teenager that Yugi knew that could lose himself in a game
of Candyland, simply because it was a game.

He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. He shuddered suddenly. "Please
tell me it's not Kaiba."

"No, Yami, of course not."

A relieved sigh. "Good. Ummm...either of them?"

"Yami! Mokuba's only eleven!"

"I'll take that as a no. How about Joey? He's your best friend."

"He's cute, but not for me. Besides, he only has eyes for the female form."

"Then that would leave Tristian out as well. Let's see...Ryou! You've been
getting closer to him of late, and I don't think he's made it clear on what
gender his attentions lie."

Yugi shook his head. "Not him either."

Yami blew a bang out of his eyes. "I'm running out of male friends, Aibou."

Yugi smirked. "Are you going to concede defeat, my Yami?"

"Of course not!" Yami got up and began pacing. Yugi suppressed a moan at
the loss of contact. He paused at Yugi's mirror and stared at his
reflection. "It's right in front of my face, I'm sure...."

Yugi let out a small giggle at the irony of those words. However, Yami
interpreted it as mocking. "Maybe if you tell me something about this man,
Aibou...?" Yami trailed off hopefully.

"All right, but just a few things," Yugi conceded. "He's...darker than me.
He appears cold, but he really isn't. I get the feeling that he really
wants love and be loved, that his emotions run so deep that no one really
ever sees them."

Yami mulled over the new information for a few minutes, before an expression
of understanding spread over his face. Yugi held his breath. 'I hope...did
he...?'

"I have it! It's Ryou's yami, isn't it?"

Yugi's face fell. "You're so close it's not funny," he muttered.

"Not it? If I'm close, and it's not his yami, and we've already determined
that it's not Ryou, then the only person I can think of that fits as 'close'
is...." He trailed off. "I know this is going to sound absolutely
ridiculous, but...it's not me, is it?"

Yugi wondered if it was possible for hearts to physically break as he heard
the words. "I don't think it's ridiculous at all, Yami." He stood from his
bed and walked over to his window, leaning against the glass and staring at
the ground below. "Congratulations...you won. I guess there really is no
game you can't win."

"I...you...me...I...."

Yugi slammed a fist into the wall in frustration. "Yami, please. Yell at
me, hit me, punch, me, hurt me, hate me, but *please* do something other
than standing there stuttering. I don't think my day can get much worse, if
that's what you're afraid of."

"I...I don't hate you, Aibou. But...I am surprised. I never thought you'd
think of me that way."

"Well, I do. So, please, get on with the next stage of it."

"The next...stage?" Yami sounded confused, and Yugi heard him move closer.

"Yeah, you know. The one where you reject me. Cruelly or kindly, it
doesn't matter to me. I can even give you scripts for both scenarios, if
you wish."

"Aibou." Yugi jumped as the voice came from closer than he'd expected.
"Turn around, please."

"No. Don't make me." Yugi was aware that he sounded desperate. "Reject
me, but don't make me look at you while you do it...please."

Hands fell firmly on his shoulders, forcing Yugi to turn. He stubbornly
stared at the floor until a hand left his shoulder and forced his chin up.
Yugi gasped and refused to hope at the expression in Yami's eyes. "What
makes you so sure I'd reject you?" he asked softly.

"Because...." Yugi tried to look down, but Yami was having none of that.
"Because I'm so weak. Everyone seems to think so...and why would you want
someone who is weak? Besides, who would want *me* when they have someone as
beautiful as Tea hanging on their every word?"

"My Aibou...you are *not* weak. Not in any way that matters. You have the
strongest spirit, the strongest heart that I have ever seen. You are a
shining light that I cannot help but be drawn to. As for beauty...have you
looked in that mirror of yours lately?" Keeping the one hand on Yugi's
chin, he brought the other up to trace Yugi's features.

"Your eyes, they shine, Aibou. I have never seen that color before, nor
have I ever wanted to drown in someone's eyes like I want to with yours."
His hand feathered around one of Yugi's eyes, stroking down his face. "You
nose is perfectly formed in my eyes. I have to keep myself from kissing
it."

His fingers trailed down Yugi's cheek. "Your skin is so pale, so soft. I
have often touched your cheek and wondered if you felt like this all over."
Yugi shivered as the fingers made it to his lips and caressed them softly.
"Your mouth. Delicate, but full, so often smiling and laughing...I've
wondered if it tastes as sweet as the words that fall from it."

Yugi was bright red from this worshipping, but he forced his voice to work.
"Yami...you've thought about...this?"

"Often, my Light. I thought that you'd never want *me*."

"Oh, Yami...how could I not?" Yugi realized that Yami's fingers still
lingered near his mouth. Slowly, he drew one into it, licking and sucking,
enjoying the flare of passion igniting in Yami's eyes. 'Maybe fantasies
*do* come true....'

"Aibou." The words were issued in a low, throaty growl. "If you keep doing
that, I cannot be responsible for the consequences."

Yugi released the finger and smiled up at his other half. "Maybe I *want*
the consequences, hmmm?" And he pressed himself up against Yami fully.

Yami's already tenuous control stretched even thinner when he felt Yugi's
body mold to his own. His Aibou was clearly aroused, and he had to suppress
the moan that wanted to spill from his lips. Nothing, however, could
suppress the wanton and delicious thoughts running through his head. //Do
you have any idea what you are doing to me, my Light?//

/A couple, Yami./ Yugi grinned as one hand moved to tweak one of Yami's
nipples through his shirt and the other dropped down to caress the bulge he
felt in his darkness' pants.

A growl was the only warning that Yugi had before Yami practically threw him
onto the bed. "Stop this now, Aibou," he hissed. "If you don't want this,
stop it now."

Yugi arched up into the form above him. "If you want it in plain speech,
fine. Make love to me, Yami. You're the only one I want."

Anything resembling restraint vanished from Yami upon hearing those words.
He cupped Yugi's face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a kiss
that blew their previous kisses away. Almost shyly, Yugi's lips parted
under Yami's questing tongue, and the questions they had never quite dared
to dwell on before were answered.

'He tastes as sweet as I'd thought....'

'He tastes exotic, almost like the night....'

Clothing was peeled away quickly yet tenderly, and when they were
skin-to-skin, Yugi's mischievous side took over again. Flipping them over
so that Yami was now on the bottom, Yugi undertook an exploration of the
body under him.

Yami had never realized that he was sensitive in so many places before. It
seemed that every place Yugi's lips brushed, everywhere his fingers touched,
burned with pleasure. Yami's moans were flying near-constantly, and when
Yugi paused on his journey down Yami's chest to feast at his nipples, Yami
had to bite back a scream.

After a near-torturous pause at Yami's navel, Yugi reached his goal. He
took his time studying Yami's arousal, mapping it first with his eyes, then
with his fingers, feather-light touches that had Yami writhing, whimpering,
and begging beneath him. After sufficiently teasing Yami, Yugi gave into
the pleas and took Yami's erection into his mouth. A few tentative suckles
and some intriguing tongue motions later, Yami was on the edge.

Gasping, he buried his fingers in Yugi's wild mane and eased his head off
his arousal. Yugi looked up at his lover uncertainly. "Didn't you like it
Yami?"

Yami drew Yugi up to him and kissed him deeply. When they parted for air,
he replied, "Aibou, I loved it. Maybe too much. But didn't you say that
you wanted me to make love to you?" Yami's eyes shone with passion and
love, and Yugi blushed and melted under the look.

'So that's how he looks, looking at me like that.'

"Aibou? Do you still want that?" Yami was nearly purring the words.

Yugi could've sworn that his insides had turned to jelly. He moaned and
nodded. "Please, my Yami...please. I want you inside me."

Yami kissed his smaller lover again, then bit his lip, considering. "How do
you want to do this? I don't want to hurt you...."

Yugi considered a moment, then smiled. "Stay right there," he ordered. He
moved back down to Yami's arousal and began licking it. After making sure
that the erection was as wet as possible, he moved back up and straddled
Yami's hips. Yami's hands went to Yugi's waist as he got the idea,
steadying him as he lowered himself down onto Yami.

Yugi winced, forcing himself to relax as he felt the head penetrate him.
Moving slowly, he rocked back and forth until he had taken in the whole of
Yami's arousal.

Yami held onto Yugi's hips with a grip that was sure to bruise in order to
maintain some control over himself. His Aibou was so tight, so hot.... And
when he began moving above Yami, it was all he could do to keep himself from
flipping him over and taking him hard and fast.

Yugi could feel where Yami's thoughts were going, and he liked the idea.
With a smirk, he contracted his muscles, wringing a long groan from Yami and
a snapping of his control.

Without breaking their contact, Yami had Yugi on his back and was moving
within him in seconds. There was nothing rough about his motions, just
smooth and commanding. Pretty soon, he began to brush over that spot within
Yugi that sent stars into his vision and a pleasure coursing through him
that he had never felt before. /Yami...so close...please..../

The feelings washing over Yami, both physically and within his soul, were
mind-blowing. Yugi's mental pleas only added to the sensations and pushed
him close to the edge himself. Reaching between their bodies, he grasped
Yugi's as-yet untouched arousal, gasping at how hot it felt, how hard...and
how perfect. He began stroking the erection in time with his thrusts.

That was all it took for Yugi to lose it. Screaming out Yami's name as the
sensations washed over him, he opened up the link between them completely,
allowing his beloved to feel what he was feeling.

Yami felt Yugi's orgasm rip through him, felt his muscles contracting around
him, and was pushed off the cliff himself, reaching his peak in a yell that
filled the empty house. He returned the favor and made sure that Yugi knew
how fulfilled he felt, and Yugi nearly passed out at the overwhelming
feelings.

Gasping for breath, the two clung to each other as they came down from the
peak, Yugi's head resting on Yami's chest. Too soon for Yugi's liking, Yami
slipped out of him, and with a sigh, he shifted so that he lay beside his
dark half. "That settles it," he gasped. "I'm keeping you."

Yami looked down at him, amused. "Good, because I'm not letting you go,
Aibou." He brushed a lock of hair away from Yugi's amethyst eyes. //I love
you, my Aibou.//

Hearing those words was almost better for Yugi than the lovemaking they had
just shared. He lifted his eyes so that amethyst met crimson. /I love you
too, my Yami. So much..../

They lay in silence for a few minutes before Yugi began to stir. "We should
clean up and dress before Grandpa returns home...but I don't want to let you
go."

"Me neither...but you are right." With a sigh, Yami stood and held out a
hand to his Light, helping him stand as well. As soon as Yugi's feet were
on the floor, he found himself pulled into another heated kiss. "I love
you, my Aibou. Never forget that."

"Never, Yami." Yugi rested his head on Yami's chest, listening to his
heartbeat, basking in contentment and the sensation of being loved. "Just
as I will always love you."

With a last gentle kiss, they began to make themselves presentable to the
world once again.

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The End