Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Every Bit As Perfect ❯ Every Bit As Perfect ( Chapter 1 )

Every Bit As Perfect

Disclaimer: Seto, Ryou, Yami and Ryuuji have a gangbang!

Summary: 'I feel him beneath me . . . he's beautiful . . . perfect . . . mine. He won't admit it, but I know he's every bit as perfect as an angel.' A fic dedicated to the entrants of my challenge - LEMON!

Warning: yaoi/shounen-ai (I STILL CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE) and lemon present in this fic. No complaining after you read it, because all flames will be used to burn Anzu and for Bakura and Marik's evil plans of destruction! If you don't know what lemon or yaoi/shounen-ai is, get outta here, this fic isn't for you!

Author's Notes: this is dedicated to everyone who entered my Seto/Ryou challenge as a thank you. It's short, a little cryptic, but blatantly obvious once you know what you're reading. LEMON WARNING, not a very professional job but I suppose it'll have to do, because I'm still a rookie at this stuff.

Enjoy!

---- Every Bit As Perfect ----

His fingers are graceful and delicate, dancing over my skin as if he were playing the piano. I shiver involuntarily, acknowledging the pleasure of these touches and loving the feeling. Catching his wandering hand, I bring it to my lips and kiss each knuckle gently.

He smiles, dark eyes regarding me tenderly. I place his smaller, paler hand over my cheek and press it there, enjoying the cool feeling against my flushed skin. Why does he make me feel this way?

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He's pulled me close, so that I am now straddling him. I can't say I don't enjoy it. One after another, he leaves kisses down my jaw and my neck, kissing and licking. A feeling of sensual pleasure washes over me.

I let my head fall back as he travels lower, pulling him even closer and bringing us both down onto the soft mattress beneath us. His weight pins me down and he claims my lips again in a passionate kiss. He roams my mouth thoroughly and I moan.

The look in his eyes tell me there's more to come.

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I feel him beneath me . . . he's beautiful . . . perfect . . . mine. He won't admit it, but I know he's every bit as perfect as an angel. There isn't a single flaw in him, or on him. At least, not one that I can see.

He tells me he has been tainted and that someone like him doesn't deserve the feelings I hold for him. I tell him that my love in unrequited and that, even if he were tainted, I would love him. I need him. And I show this need as I prepare him, touch him, drive him wild. The noise he makes, those soft, appreciative sounds drive me crazy in turn. Kami-sama, I love him.

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I'm not perfect and I know he's thinking I am right at this moment. I know it sounds strange, but we've been able to sense each other's thoughts and feelings since . . . a long time now. I can tell when he's in a mood, when he's feeling upset and when he wants something.

Right now, I can tell he wants me, just like I want him. There's passion, love, lust, need and want in his beautiful eyes. His face is flushed, like mine, and his breath is coming in pants and gasps. He's the perfect one, not me.

I'm dirty and tainted. He sees what's on the outside, my appearance. On the outside, I appear clean and I try to think that I look untainted. But I know, deep inside that I am not. My soul will always be dirty and tainted. I cannot look myself in the mirror and find myself to be as perfect as he tells me I am.

Why am I tainted? I'm tainted because I've been cursed with another being inside me, darker than hell's minions and more evil than Satan itself. He kills without a thought or feeling of remorse. He's destroyed so many, even the people closest to me and he still wants to keep going. But not anymore.

I won't let him get to my love, the one who is pleasuring me and who I am pleasuring. He's not going to destroy my anchor to this world.

The hands roam even lower and I arch against him.

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My picture perfect angel.

I know what he's thinking, though I myself am barely able of coherent thoughts as he presses himself against me. I can feel his needs and his desperation and also his pain. Not physical pains, as his reactions to my ministrations tell me, but emotional and mental pain.

He does not think he is perfect. Many times before I have tried to correct him, to no avail. He continues to think that he is tainted. I don't understand how he could think so. He is not evil. Not like me.

I am guilty of murder, though I have not been convicted. I hurt others intentionally. I am too proud and ignorant, stubborn and a fool. This what almost cost me my life and my love. My family is gone now and only he is left. Only he can fill the gap within me and rid my life of the pain.

His actions tell me he is ready. I am both eager and reluctant to comply. Eager, because this is what I want and need. Eager because he is so beautiful and loving. Reluctant, because my presence soils him and I don't deserve someone as perfect and wonderful as him.

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He's holding back, I know it. There's too much passion between us to have him go so slowly. I touch his face gently, tracing around his eyes and his lips.

Don't hold back.

I know he can hear my message. But he's still so unsure. He doesn't want to hurt me and he thinks that he'll dirty me if he takes me. No, my love, you won't. You are the presence that purifies me and makes me worthy in the world. I love you and I trust you. Don't ever hold back.

I increase the friction between us and he groans low in approval. Good.

Don't hold back.

He doesn't, not anymore. He's probing, touching me ever so gently, but enough for it to hurt. Despite what others say, I have never done this before. My darker half has never gone as far as to take me. He is my first, my one and only. I love him and I know he loves me. I wince at the intrusion and he pulls back in concern.

Am I hurting you?

No. Don't stop. Never stop.

The teasing begins again and I feel myself relaxing, letting myself be stretched. He leans down and I capture his lips in a searing kiss. The pain washes over, replaced by a feeling of need that I hadn't felt ever before. He is gentle and concerned, which I am thankful for. After a while, I feel another discomfort which, like the one before it, gradually fades.

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He's moving against me, so I know he's finally ready. I've waited so long, now I can finally claim this angel. From now onwards, he is mine and mine alone. I won't let anyone touch him. Preparation done, I kiss him again and began to move into him. For a moment, he clenches his eyes in pain.

Daijoubu ka?

He opens them again, panting.

Daijoubu.

Gradually I move until I am fully inside. He is beautiful. The heat surrounding the both of us sends me into bliss and I am rendered completely useless for a few seconds. He starts to shift beneath me impatiently and I know he has adjusted.

A soft moan escapes his lips as I move inside him and he lies back on the bed. A sheen of sweat coats both our bodies as I thrust. Deeper and deeper each time, until he cries out in ecstasy. He is so tight and so perfect, I can't help but groan as I am stroked by the inside of his perfect body.

O-Onegai . . . I need . . .

His plea does not go unnoticed. I reach down a grasp him in a gentle but firm way. He gasps in surprise, beginning to whimper. I toy with him a little longer, enjoying the way he writhed and thrashed under me. All this time, I have not stopped my movements within him.

This was bliss in its purest form.

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He's driving me wild with need as he teases me on the outside and moves within me on the inside. I need release, but he just won't give it to me. Such pleasure - I have never experienced it before.

When he speeds up his movements, it sent sparks up and down my body. I tensed and finally let go, suddenly tired and worn. He filled me moments later and we lay there, spent.

Aishiteru

Aishiteru mou

I suppose that's life. At first, our relationship was just visual. We saw each other in the classroom, on practically opposite ends, never speaking. I knew his name; he did not know mine. He tells me that I intrigued him back then, and that I still did, but I tell him that he intrigued me more.

It came out of nowhere, this feeling. Usually, curiosity would develop into concern, concern into mutual respect and finally, what we achieved now. But our relationship went further than that, in less than half the time. Someone told me once that something so sudden would end just as suddenly, but after what we've just done, I can't believe that.

I love him.

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He's deep in thought again.

I known he goes deep into his thoughts after something important happens. It's almost like he's contemplating the before and after effects of his actions. It kind of reminds me of myself before we met. He will weigh the pros and cons of his actions, measure out the consequences and then come to a conclusion.

I've never stopped him before.

But right now, I feel a little insecure. What if he does this and decides that it's all wrong, a mistake? Somehow, he has become my emotional and mental pillar, and I am unable to live without him. Should he leave me like my parents and, more recently, my only sibling, did . . . I am sure I will die.

My life is his now. As soon as we held our first conversation, made our first bit of intimate physical contact, he owned my life. There is nothing I can do to stop him anymore, nothing that would prevent me from risking everything for him. He is someone I can protect, and yet someone who will protect me. Interdependence - that's what we do. We both depend on each other.

Finally, he comes out of his reverie and smiles at me. He looks like an angel, come down from the heavens to shed light on my dark life. His form and face is bathed in moonlight, giving his skin an ethereal glow. A hikari, the essence of light, has chosen me of all people.

I have no regrets.

I smile back at him, relieved.

Neither do I, ore no koibito. Neither do I.

And I don't - I really, truly don't.

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Featured Song: Angel of Mine

Artist: Monica

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When I first saw you I already knew,

There was something inside of you

Something I thought that I would never find

Angel of mine

I look at you, looking at me

Now I know why they say the best things are free,

I'm gonna love you boy, you are so fine

Angel of mine

How you changed my world you'll never know,

I'm different now, you helped me grow

You came into my life sent from above

When I lost all hope you showed me love,

I'm checking for you boy you're right on time

Angel of mine

Nothing means more to me than what we share

No one in this whole world could ever compare

Last night the way you moved is still on my mind

Angel of mine

What you mean to me you'll never know

Deep inside I need to show

You came into my life sent from above

When I lost all hope, you showed me love

I'm checking for you boy you're right on time

Angel of mine

I never knew I could feel each moment

As if it were new

Every breath that I take, the love that we make

I only share it with you

When I first saw you I already knew

There was something inside of you

Something I thought that I would never find

Angel of mine

You came into my life sent from above

When I lost all hope you showed me love,

I'm checking for you boy you're right on time

Angel of mine

How you changed my world you'll never know,

I'm different now, you helped me grow

I look at you looking at me

Now I know why they say the best things are free

I'm checking for you boy you're right on time

Angel of mine

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Yes, he truly is an angel

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---- End ----

A/N: another one-shot.

I have an affinity with one-shots. They're cool. I like writing them. I especially like writing ones with my preferred pairings. But when it comes to reading, I like reading multi-chapters. They give me more enjoyment factor. Nice enjoyment factor . . .

Anyway, this was basically the sequel of 'Picture Perfect'. It means same pairing, to any of you who didn't realise.

SO REVIEW!

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