Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cool Inspiration ❯ Orange Tart ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

A/N: This is all Banjodog's fault. (My way of dedicating, to place blame) I was sitting here peacefully, trying to work on chapter eight of Fly Away Home when she requested a Sprite-y scene. Trying to return a favor rendered to me the day before, I sat and thought up a quick fluffy scene to make her happy. But no, that wouldn't do, because my mind can't keep anything quick and simple. And so this one-shot was born. Don't worry, it's not near the length of Blue Ice. And now that I have plugged myself twice, I shall leave you to your reading. Hope you enjoy!

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Cool Inspiration

By Ocean

 Chapter One: Orange Tart

Boy, was it hot today!

The walls were evaporating from the heat that filtered in through the windows of the small room, the glass enjoying its part in increasing the temperature of the surrounding air. Steam could be seen rising from the floor as the few drops of water spilled there earlier lost their valiant struggle to remain on the carpet.

Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating a bit. But that didn't detour from the fact that this day was absolutely sweltering.

Yuugi sat in his room, donned only in an unbuttoned green Hawaiian shirt and the loosest pair of shorts he could find. It was much to hot to have anything touching his skin, but his grandfather had insisted that he not give his ambitious Yami any further temptation by strutting around the house barely clothed. So there he sat with his bare chest in front of a small desk fan, certain that he was going to have a heat stroke if he didn't cool off soon.

One may have questioned why Yuugi was confining himself indoors if he was so miserable, and Yuugi would have given his perfectly plausible reason.

Plausible in his family, anyway.

Yami had an addiction. An obsession that nearly rivaled Yuugi's need to breathe. He wanted it, he craved it, he needed it, and he would do almost anything for it. Yuugi had nearly died of laughter when he discovered that the great and almighty Pharaoh Yugioh could be brought to his knees - well, not really, but pretty darn close - by flavored water frozen around a wooden stick.

Yes.

A popsicle.

That sugary confection from the gods that held Yami's complete and utter admiration.

And herein was the reason that Yuugi was currently hunched over his desk, intently focused on the slowly forming structure in front of him. Yami's fondness for popsicles was getting a little out of hand in Sugoroku's opinion, and he had informed Yuugi that he needed to make it clear to the spirit the shear volume of popsicles he consumed. The number was so great that the purchase of popsicles from the local grocery store was becoming an almost daily event, the checkers having a box of orange popsicles at their stands ready and waiting for the arrival of the Motou family everyday at three o'clock sharp.

Yuugi's arm was poised above the small construction; a cabin that Yuugi had decided to assemble with popsicle sticks in an effort to show Yami the extreme that is obsession was taking him. Yuugi barely agreed with his grandfather the severity of Yami's preoccupation, relenting only when he noticed that Yami was unable to go more than a few hours before dashing - as much as a dignified pharaoh was allowed - to the freezer and ravaging its contents for his favorite food.

Yami casually strode into the room, the heat of the day not nearly as troublesome for him as it was for his aibou. But it did offer a good opportunity to entice his little one. Though he would remove his black leather pants that clung to him as though they were his skin for two reasons and two reasons only, heat was not a motivating factor. His shirt, however, was a different matter, and today a loosely fitting white collard shirt that was left unbuttoned had replaced his usual black, sleeveless, lavishly buckled leather one.

Of course, his shirt was not left open for its mere ventilation affects.

Yami made his way into the room, peering over Yuugi's shoulder as he leaned close to his body to ensure that Yuugi could properly feel his body heat, his hands clasped lightly behind his back. He blew a cold stream of air into Yuugi's ear in greeting, causing Yuugi to shiver at the sudden coldness. Yuugi did his best to ignore the tantalizing body brushing against him, keeping his eyes locked on the popsicle cabin in front of him.

With a large sigh of frustration, Yuugi threw his head back into Yami's bare chest, tickling the skin with his unruly hair as he shook his head dramatically. Groans escaped his lips as he threw his arms into the air, letting them drop ungracefully to his sides. Yami raised an eyebrow in silent question.

"I'm one stick short!" Yuugi whined as he slumped in his chair. Somewhere along the way Yuugi had forgotten why he was building the cabin, his purpose now to complete it rather than teach Yami a lesson. It probably happened when Yami blew on his ear, one of Yuugi's most sensitive and erogenous zones. Damn the pharaoh and his insatiable libido.

Yami watched Yuugi curiously, his crimson eyes lazily shifting between the wooden model and the scantly clad and delectable man leaning against him. With a quick and none to immodest nod of decision, Yami smoothly exited the room, allowing his hand to trail along the back of Yuugi's neck as he did so. Yuugi closed his eyes at the touch, whimpering softly when Yami's fingers left his skin.

This heat was starting to affect him in more ways than one. If just that one simple touch had caused such a reaction, what was he in for when his hands-on Yami returned?

Yami reappeared moments later with a popsicle in his hand, still incased in its wrapper. Yuugi opened his eyes as he heard the sound of paper tearing, turning his head from its hanging position enough so he could observe his Yami's sensual movements.

Satisfied that he now had Yuugi's complete attention, Yami removed the wrapping from the popsicle and shoved the entire dessert into his mouth. Yuugi's eyebrows rose to his hairline as he noticed the ease with which Yami engulfed the popsicle. He could see that Yami was working his tongue over the dessert, slipping and sliding and swirling it around the cold confection, his eyes closed in delight. Thoughts better left unmentioned surfaced in Yuugi's mind as he desperately tried not to picture what else Yami could be doing with that talented tongue of his.

After a few moments of sucking on his popsicle, Yami slowly guided the treat past his lips, only to reveal that the popsicle no longer existed. A completely clean stick emerged from Yami's lips as he licked the remainder of juice from the bleached wood. In one long moment, Yami had been able to remove the devour the entire popsicle, the hotness of the day paling in comparison to the heat within his own body.

A fact not lost on Yuugi.

Walking over to the rigid and slightly sweating form of his aibou, Yami once again pushed himself against his hikari and gingerly placed the stick in its final position, completing the wood cabin.

Yuugi swallowed the lump in his throat, his breathing short and uneven as the musky scent of Yami's overheated body invaded and caressed and seduced his senses. Yami turned to face his slightly flustered aibou, his cheeks painted lightly in a pink hue despite the best efforts of the desk fan. A small smirk tugged at Yami's lips, the endearing expression of his panting hikari inviting him to give in to his more primal urges.

Yami leaned forward and closed his eyes, just barely brushing his lips against Yuugi's to catch his attention. Yuugi moaned slightly at the coldness of Yami's lips and the hotness of his breath, his skin shivering at the duality of the sensation. Yami was being so soft, so careful, the pressure placed upon his lips so gentle that Yuugi couldn't resist the desire to lean forward and experience more fully this gentler side of the pharaoh.

Yami parted his lips, just enough to allow the coldness of the popsicle to penetrate the hot flesh of Yuugi's lips. His tongue slowly poked its way out of his mouth, bringing with it the sweet orange flavor it had previously coated itself in. Yuugi scooted forward on his seat, moving himself closer to that enticing tongue that played lightly across his lips, never staying in one place long enough for Yuugi to fully enjoy its softness.

Yami felt the increase of pressure on his mouth and pulled back slowly, maintaining contact with Yuugi's pliable lips as the hikari moved forward to follow the object of his desire. Yami continued to pull away, distracting Yuugi by continuing the light kisses and raising his hand to trail his finger oh so lightly along the underside of his jaw.

"Oomph!" Yuugi exclaimed as he suddenly found himself on the floor, his knees slightly throbbing from the force of impact. Yuugi blinked several times and shook his head, looking around in confusion as he tried to figure out what had happened. Yami had been kissing him very sweetly and he had been leaning forward in an attempt to get more because it had seemed...

That bastard.

Yuugi raised his eyes to glare at his smirking Yami, who was currently leaning against the doorframe with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. He licked his bottom lip slowly, enticingly, before winking and leaving the room. But not before a final comment was tossed behind him.

"We are out of popsicles, aibou."

Yuugi starred after him with large and vibrant eyes as the possibilities of what could have happened flashed through his mind. He sunk to the floor and rolled onto his back, scowling at the ceiling above him.

All that effort for nothing.

"I'll get you for that," Yuugi muttered quietly to himself, a soft smile replacing the harsh scowl as the range of possibilities drifted through his mind.

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Okay, this was intended to be a one shot, but if people would like me to continue, I would be happy to do so. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

Ocean