Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Differences Don't Matter ❯ Attention to Detail ( Chapter 15 )

It would've been quite a scandal to see the elf and the young master of the house kneeling in front of Yami's room, arms embracing each other with their lips sliding against each other with such gentle care. The two of them didn't hear Tea's gasp when she saw the two of them nor would they have cared. Of course, they also missed her knowing smile as she quietly placed the basket of laundry against the wall to give them privacy. She left soon afterwards.

 

When Yami's hand came up to caress one of Yugi's soft cheeks, his fingers twining with his hair carefully, that they finally pulled away. Both were out of breath, cheeks colored and after-nerves were starting to settle in their stomachs. Yami's hand was still tangled partially in Yugi's colorful hair and partially resting on a pinked cheek. The elf was looking at him in a daze, mouth open in a small “o” and eyes shining with exhilaration.

 

When the elf's haze passed by shortly after the end of the kiss Yugi looked away, staring at the floor with embarrassment. He was well aware of the admiring stare the older teen was giving him as well as the way his lips seemed to be swollen from their intense encounter. He was breathing heavily and his hands were shaking where they were fisted tightly in his lap, adrenaline rushing through him. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, not sure if he was any good with the caress the two of them had shared or not.

 

How long has it been since I first wanted to do that Yugi asked himself, risking a shy look up at Yami. Air hitched in his throat at the passionate look Yami was giving him.

 

Yami's hands were still resting on Yugi's shoulders, unable to tear his eyes away from his newfound treasure. He didn't think he'd ever be able to live with himself if he took that step he'd been holding back and finally held Yugi the way he wanted to. Now he didn't think he'd be able to live without the pointed-ear youth. Unable to resist the tempting flesh revealed to him when Yugi turned his head away, he leant closer and nibbled and kissed along his neck. He smirked at Yugi's initial gasp before the elf was putty in his hands. Yugi leaned closer to Yami's kisses and licks responsively and before long his side pressed against Yami's chest and a quiet groan escaped his mouth.

 

With speed faster than he thought possible he pulled away and slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with disbelief and a deeper flush burning his cheeks. He sputtered out apologies one after another, the first thing said between them since they separated, and found himself unable to look at Yami. He did long to see the looks he'd noticed the older only turned his way, but his embarrassment was currently ruling over him. When he finally found the courage to actually glance back at Yami, a hand still firmly pressed over his mouth, he found that Yami wasn't watching him with anything short of a pleased smile and a content shine to his crimson eyes.

 

“I-I'm sorry,” he stuttered out once more, his voice muffled by his hand.

 

Yami smiled gently and pulled Yugi's hand away from his mouth. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted to be with you like this,” he admitted quietly, his own blush staining his cheeks lightly. “I didn't even know the true extent of my feelings until I thought you were going to leave with Makoto.”

 

Yugi looked down, fiddling with his fingers. “And what are we, Yami,” he asked boldly.

 

The older faulted, not sure what to say. “I-I don't really know what we are, Yugi. What do… you want us to be?” He was almost afraid at what the elf's response would be and half anxious that it would be what he too wanted.

 

Biting the inside of his cheek, the elf looked away. Only when Yami turned his head back to face him with two fingers guiding his chin did he actually swallow around the ball lodged in his throat.

 

“You can tell me, Yugi, please. I want us to be honest with each other,” he told the hesitant elf, unable to resist placing a chaste kiss on his cheek that lingered until he moved downward to place a series of kisses along Yugi's neck.

 

Yugi bit his lip against another unwanted moan that started to form in his throat. He found it hard to concentrate with Yami's ministrations however enjoyable they were and he allowed a small shiver as he leant into him. “Well, I,” he stuttered out, “I want us t-to be like this,” his breath hitched when Yami nipped at a sensitive spot right behind his ear.

 

“Keep going,” Yami encouraged, suckling where neck and shoulder met, his hands rubbed soothing circles into his other shoulder.

 

“I want to be able to hold you without having to have a reason,” Yugi continued more boldly. “I want to kiss you whenever I want without having to be comforted. A-and I,” he stopped abruptly. His eyes stared with shock at the floor and his mouth continued to move even though no words came out.

 

Yami pulled away, watching Yugi with a steamed look. “Yes,” he egged on, “tell me what it is.”

 

“And I… don't want anyone else t-to have you,” he rushed out before covering his glowing face in his hands. Yami smiled and wrapped his arms around Yugi tenderly, nuzzling his nose in the other's soft skin of his neck.

 

“Of course,” he agreed with a whisper. “I want that too.” He ignored Yugi's look of sudden surprise at his quietly admitted words.

 

A cough interrupted the both of them and Yugi tensed in Yami's arms while the older remained calm as he looked down the hall where Tea stood with a pleased smile on her face. Yami wanted to curse at her and tell her to leave them alone, but repressed the urge and calmly asked in a bored tone, “Can I help you with something?”

 

“Mr. Makoto is asking for Yugi, Master Yami,” she bowed politely, only doing it because she knew it irked the young master since it was too formal. Yugi stood and brushed off the imaginary dust from his clothes in a nervous gesture. After a quick nod to Yami and a quiet, “thank you,” to Tea, he hurried off down the hall and disappeared around the corner, unable to look either of them in the face. It was at that moment when Yami narrowed his crimson eyes at the head maid, standing highly with his arms folded across his chest in an arrogant manner.

 

“You have impeccable timing as usual,” he told her sarcastically.

 

“You're one to talk,” she teased. “How long have you actually wanted to kiss that boy and you now get around to it. I was just about to ask him out myself just to watch you squirm.”

 

“A gentleman doesn't squirm,” the older replied coolly. “And Yugi is anything but a child so don't refer to him as such.”

 

Tea snickered, “Oh, of course; you wouldn't settle for anything less would you. You're much higher than that, aren't you?”

 

“Don't you have chores that need to be finished,” Yami frowned. He wanted to go be with Yugi and arguing with the head maid wasn't getting him any closer to his goal. He may have been gone for only a few minutes, but already Yami was missing Yugi's smooth touch and delectable skin. This is going to a fine thing to be obsessed with he wanted to roll his eyes at the thought.

 

“Eager to get rid of me? Or is it that you're eager to leave,” she asked shrewdly.

 

Yami grit his teeth. He refused to lose his composure to such an infuriating woman. She may be his best friend, but she never let up when it came to annoying Yami. “And you wonder why it is that I'm not interested in girls,” he mumbled grouchily as he passed by her, knowing she would catch the words.

 

Just as he predicted she would Tea pretended to act affronted. “How dare you, Yami? Your words hurt me.”

 

“And the sight of you is blinding me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Yugi and escort his guest from the premises. I think he's overstayed his welcome.”

 

Just as he was about to turn the corner he heard Tea's worried statement: “Don't hurt him, Yami. You aren't the only one who's grown attached to him and I couldn't bear to see him cry again because of someone who's wronged.” He nodded even though he knew it wasn't necessary.

 

Yami passed by the library on his way to the living room where Yugi and Makoto's voices could be heard in a low murmur. He peaked in for a second and saw the old book from the castle was still sitting inoffensively on the seat of the armchair inside. Curiosity aroused within him as he remembered the elfin letters Yugi was looking over on the same page as that mark on his arm. I wonder what it means. Shaking it off, he put it to the back of his mind to deal with later and continued towards the sitting room, inwardly eager.

 

The pair sitting on the couch looked up at Yami's entrance. Makoto didn't seem surprised by his appearance, more like he was actually expecting the crimson-eyed teen to have come in a lot sooner. Yugi, however, was taken completely by surprise and immediately looked away out of embarrassment and nerves. His cheeks were once again flaming with the memory of the heated moment in the hallway and he couldn't help but wonder what else Yami had in store for them when they were alone the next time.

 

Why am I thinking this now of all times Yugi scolded himself. Makoto's here and I should be paying attention to him! Not indulging in fantasies that might not even come true. There's nothing special about me that would keep Yami attracted to me so the whole thing will blow over soon enough. Yami will get bored with me and then hopefully things will go back to how they used to be. Just that thought alone though made a terribly ache break out in the young elf's chest. He didn't want Yami to be bored with him. He meant what he had said in the hallway about not wanting the older teen to be with anyone else. Yugi was happy with Yami, happier than he ever thought possible in the “human world” and he didn't want to lose the satisfaction he just found.

 

“Good afternoon, Lord Yami,” Makoto greeted, not noticing Yugi's face display his inner debate.

 

Yami nodded, “Afternoon, Mr. Makoto, how are you?” The older teen did notice Yugi's face contort with different emotions, but tried to focus more on the guest.

 

“Oh, I'm fine. I was just asking Yugi here if he would like to come stay with me at the bar again as an employee.”

 

Crimson eyes narrowed, unnoticed by the bartender, and he hummed with feigned interest. “I see, and his answer?”

 

“I told him,” Yugi started loudly before Makoto could answer the question, looking pointedly at Yami so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, “that I'd rather stay here with you.”

 

A sense of pride and smugness overcame Yami and he couldn't help the slight smirk that appeared on his face at the comment. “Whatever you like is fine with me, Yugi,” he replied offhandedly. He wouldn't show any outward signs of affection in front of strangers, even though it was impossible not to know all the townspeople's names when most of them were always at the house on business with his father. However, he saw Yugi's somewhat hurt look and wanted to hold the elf closely and tell him that he wanted him to stay too. Instead, he looked at Makoto and stated firmly, “I think the men of the town will get quite edgy if you stay from your bar any longer, Mr. Makoto. I believe you should be getting back to work.”

 

The man looked at the grandfather clock in the hallway and nodded. “Yes, I didn't intend to stay here so long. If you'll excuse me,” he stood and picked up his coat from the arm of the sofa. “Yugi, it was wonderful to see you again and I hope we'll be able to spend more time together in the future. If you ever decide to come work for me at the bar then I'll be more than happy to arrange it.”

 

“Of course, thank you, Makoto. I'm glad we were able to talk,” Yugi smiled cheerily, his inner debate now cleared up.

 

The both of them escorted the bartender towards the door and the elf waved him off enthusiastically while the young master of the large abode turned stiffly and walked away. Yugi caught up with him and hesitantly reached out to take hold of Yami's hand, not caring if any of the maids saw and gossiped about it. Relief surged through him when Yami's long fingers curled possessively around his hand and tugged him closer to his side.

 

“Why don't you like Makoto, Yami,” he asked quietly, hoping he was assuming correctly.

 

“I'd dislike anyone who tried taking you away from here,” was the simple answer.

 

“What if…I wanted to leave,” Yugi asked, jolting to a stop when Yami froze and stared at him, searching his face. “I wouldn't,” he added quickly, “I was just wondering.”

 

Yami looked down, “If you wanted to leave then I would let you, but I don't want anyone trying to help persuade you.”

 

The small elf nodded and rested his cheek on Yugi's upper arm. “There isn't anything that could make me leave right now. I only want to be at your side, Yami.”

 

The discussion ended by a quiet, mutual agreement and only when they walked by the library did conversation pick up again. Yami remembered the book lying face down on the armchair and he quickly asked Yugi about it.

 

Shaking his head, the elf looked down with self disappointment. “I couldn't decipher most of it; like I said: it's almost a forgotten dialect in the elfin realm. I only recognize a few words from books that I've read when I was younger. It's definitely saying something about an elf and wearing an identical symbol to the one in the drawing, but other than that I'm lost.”

 

So the book is talking about him Yami pointed out, sure that Yugi thought of the same thing. “I'm sure you'll do it, Yugi,” he said encouragingly.

 

Violet eyes looked up at him shyly and he nodded. “I know I can when you put it like that, Yami.” After a few seconds a small blush appeared on his cheeks and he started to worry his bottom lip between his teeth.

 

“What is it,” Yami asked amusedly.

 

“Can…I mean that…I want to…” he trailed off, too embarrassed to finish his comment. Yami, however, smirked and leant down to place a gentle kiss on the elf's lips. Yugi eagerly returned the kiss, clutching the crimson-eyed teen's upper arms with furvor in his small hands as it began to get more heated.

 

“Yami,” the startled voice tore them both apart. At the sight of the head maid's blushing, frazzled expression Yugi squeaked in his throat and hurried behind Yami, hiding his face in the small of the teen's back. The ruby-eyed young master of the house, however, only crossed his arms and glared at Tea for her interruption, half amused by his charge's behavior. “Honestly, Master Yami, you shouldn't behave so frivolously in the middle of the hallway.”

 

“As you clearly stated I'm the young master of this house and I believe that means I can behave however I wish and, if you don't like that, then when you see me conducting myself as such you can simply back away. I suggest you try the very act right now because as you can see I'm clearly busy and I don't wish to be disturbed.”

 

Tea's face scrunched up with embarrassment and anger for both running into such a heated scene and also catching Yami part of that heated scene. She couldn't argue that Yami could do most of whatever he wanted within the halls of the house as long as he didn't disrespect anyone and he looked more to be worshiping someone when she had just walked around the corner. “What would your father say,” she asked as a last minute tactic. She knew the question was pointless since Yami could care less about his father's words. Besides, she would much rather see the two of them together since she'd never seen anyone look more perfect for each other.

 

To further prove her point about his father, Yami smirked, spun Yugi around to his front and proceeded to lavish his luscious neck in front of the humiliated head maid. In return, Tea covered her face with her hands to hide the flush and turned in a huff, almost running into the next three walls she walked by. Yugi blushed at the sudden action and wanted to squirm loose, but Yami's strong hands stopped him and he soon began enjoying the luxuriant attention.

 

“Was that really necessary, Yami,” Yugi asked worriedly, trying to ignore the ministrations Yami was playing on his neck, if only for a moment.

 

“Of course; she knows it's all playing around. If I knew she was really bothered by it than I wouldn't have done anything.”

 

Yugi nodded and allowed Yami to tug him into the library. He wondered if Yami was going to go back to the book he took from the castle and leant against the back on the armchair with his arms crossed in front of him. Instead of picking up the volume from the disheveled citadel he searched the shelf for another novel.

 

His finger moved with care, slowly and surely along the numerous shelves. His eyes were narrowed with concentration and his features only softened when he stopped at a particular book. He pulled out hardback with a blue, leather cover and gold calligraphy on the front.

 

With gentle care Yami moved the tome from the chair to the coffee table and settled down in the now empty space. Yugi watched Yami carefully the whole time with intrigue. He'd never seen Yami look for something so assiduously. After Yami had settled down Yugi, finding an opportunity, surprised Yami when he situated himself comfortably on the other teen's lap, his shirt tugged up slightly, before Yami could bring his book up to eye level. He allowed his head to droop lazily, letting the top of his head rest against Yami's cheek. When a surprised noise came from his humanoid cushion he looked up into Yami's crimson eyes and asked apprehensively, “Is this okay?”

 

Yami's eyes softened and he nodded, allowing himself to wrap a possessive arm around the elf's slim waist. His fingers skimmed the bit of pale skin that appeared when his shirt had lifted and noticed Yugi close his eyes with gratification, loving how his eyelashes kissed his cheeks. Violet orbs opened only when Yami stopped caressing the soft skin in favor of propping the blue-covered book on Yugi's lap.

 

After a minute he glanced at Yugi and noticed his wrinkled brow and narrowed eyes scrutinizing the words in the book with confusion. He smiled to himself and went back to the top of the page, starting to read the words aloud in a soothing voice. Yugi smiled contentedly and snuggled in the crook of Yami's arm comfortably, letting his head rest against Yami's chest.