Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Flood ❯ All Creation ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Tea looked up at the roof of the cabin, grousing as she did. The ever-sounding pitter-patter of rain was soothing to some, but Tea found as nothing but irratating. Her body ached, and she longed to be freed of the wall of the cabin. She was, quite literally, getting a case of cabin fever. She looked over at the calendar on her clock.

Monday: Rain..

Tuesday: Rain...

Wednesday: Rain and Hail.

Thursday: Rain, hail, and wind

Friday: (today) Rain, winds, and the increasing possibility of flash floods.

Tea wanted to scream...RAIN RAIN RAIN!!! Would it ever stop? The ground was turned to a soggy, muddy mush. The pool was overflowing from the excess. Of all the things she didn't want to do on her vacation was sit and watch the water drizzle down her window! She wanted to swim, to hike, to explore.

Seeing that staying in her room was an exercise in sheer fruitlessness, she walked out, and headed down the stairs to see the four boys sitting, watching .........the Weather Channel?

"Seeing about those flash floods.." Yugi explained as he turned to see her standing. "All of those lakes around here have flooded over their banks. Some towns have already evacuated. We might consider it as well." he advised. She sighed and ventured to sit down by Yami. She sunk into the cushions and gazed blankly at the screen. She became aware of Yami shifting uncomfortably beside her. His actions only made her more concious of her position.

Ever since....the pool, they had taken to skitting about each other. She didn't know what had happened that night, but something amazing had occured. In a single second, she saw something, she saw Yami, his heart, mind, even his soul. They had been willing laid bare to her, and for some reason, she had done the same.

Maybe it was one of those crazy moments, her mind must have been groggy from the shock of being pulled under. She wasn't one to believe in love at first sight, but then again, her and Yami weren't exactly strangers. Could it be just the return of an old, unrequited flame? Was she still carrying a torch for him? She thought she had lost that problem years ago. In attempts to free her mind of the problem, she turned on a radio. A soft melody filled her ears and she listened.

~~Underneath your clothes,~~

~~There's a man with a story.~~

~~There's the man I chose,~~

~~There's my territory.~~

~~And all the things I deserve,~~

~~For being such a good girl honey...~~

She looked over at Yami, and found him, head turned, listening too. She felt something warm spread in her veins, soft, comfortable, and sure. A honeyed sweetness that had no name or form. His eyes, now a deep plum, stared at her, with an unsure expression. His face was characteristically blank, reserved, but his eyes spoke volumes. Why was he looking at her like that? She found herself leaning forward slowly, her back sliding along the couch back, gravitating to him, like the earth to the sun. He was sliding towards her too.


He turned his head, breaking his attempt to not look at her. She had reached over and turned on the radio. Desperate to stop "sensing" her so well, he listened to the song. The lyrics were strange, but the melody was soothing. He soon found himself staring at her. She had turned to look at him. Crap. He looked back at her, and thus it was his fatal mistake. He was lost. He was aware of looking up at her, deep blue-green eyes reflecting his own. He was slowly sliding to her. Her body dangerously close, so incredably close. And getting closer, being pulled to her, like light and matter to the depths of a black hole. And unlike in the former case, he wanted her closer.

Her eyes closed gently, long lashes floating above her cheeks. First, noses touched. Then foreheads, his hand reached to wrap around and support her neck, the other on her opposite cheek. Both of hers wound around his neck. Then....their lips touched.

Lips brushing gently against each others, they pressed into each other slowly. They parted, a feeling for warmth and pleasant dizziness filling their heads. Wanting, craving more, they went back to each other. This time, they becames adventerous, parting her lips, Tea allowed Yami to gently slip his tongue into hers, and slowly, with patience born a saint, and the teasing slowness of a stalking tiger, he explored the recesses of her mouth. Tea groaned softly against his lips, driving him on.

They sat there, slowly weaving themselves into an increasingly complex twisting of bodies. Arms, legs, hands....they sat there, lost in sensation, blissfully ignorant to the world about them. In a fleeting moment of rational thought, Yami became aware of his position. He was on a couch, kissing Tea! What happened to him? He went to pull away, but Tea, with a definate pressure, drew his tongue into her mouth again, and he forgot what logic and sense were. They went on for some time, til lack of air demanded seperation. Their lips lost contact, and they gasped. They blinked, and suddenly parted to opposite sides of the couch, red with embaressment. But in a few seconds they turned back to each other.

They both smiled.


Joey, Honda, and Yugi kept watching the Weather Channel, unknowing of what had happened.



Things, even after the couch, became less strained between the two deveolping love-birds. (Although they weren't aware of it themselves). The nervousness and cat-and-mouse avoidances ceased. They didn't show it, but it was becoming more obvious to the others that something was definately going on between the "King of Games" and the dancing-girl. Their beliefs were founded on the quick, but often sweet smiles they tossed back and forth between each other. Well, Tea's was sweet, Yami's tended to be very quick, but still carried a sense of affection for it's recipient. Yugi, most of all, was more aware of the growing bond between the two. He still had a strong bond to Yami. In fact, he was the first to point it out.

"Have you guys noticed that Tea and Yami are getting more.....cozy with each other?" he asked flippantly a few days after the "couch" incident. Joey looked over at him, and thought for a second.

"Well....I think so. It's sortta hard to tell with those two. But I thought I saw them holding hands under the table last night." Honda turned and looked at them.

"Holding hands? So that's what was hitting my knee last night. I though it was Joey's big foot." Joey moved to stand and defend the honor of his feet. Yugi pulled him back down by the hem of his shirt, halting any attempts at violence.

"Okay you two...let it go. We need to figure out if we're really seeing things or not." The rain poured down the windows as they talked and disgusing the topic at hand. A few minuets later, both Tea and Yami stepped into the front room, sheding raincoats as they crossed the foyer.

"It's at the basement line now.." Tea confirmed the position of the floodwaters. The rain had driven up so many lakes, rivers, and creeks, that the cabin was now in great danger of being washed out. She put the flashlight she had carried on the table and her muddy shoes were left at the door. Yami copied her actions and joined her on the couch. They sat near each other, not allowing the traditional friendly body space. They sat so close, their thighs touched. They slyly laid their arms down by their sides, and though the unawares person would have saw nothing, the three boys across from them could see the interlacing of fingers.

So they are 'together' Yugi thought. Inside, he smiled broadly. He never thought Yami would have found someone. He was anti-social, and so secretive, he rarely let anyone inside those inpenatrable walls that he kept around his heart. Up til this time, Yugi was the only one whom Yami had confided in. Yugi had been worried about Yami, he was going to start making his won life without him, and he wondered if Yami could handle that.

At least he has someone now... he thought. In his heart, he wished them the best of happiness.



"Yugi!! Hey Yug!!" Joey shook him from his peaceful slumber. Yugi shook his head slowly, rubbing sleep from his violet eyes. Joey has his knees on Yugi's comforter, and was still shaking him hard.

"Wha izit?" he asked, his half-asleep mind refused to work properly. Joey was in his raincoat, but his hair was plastered to his face in disorderly strands. Hsi hands were wet and muddy, and had left clear imprints on Yugi's sleep-shirt.

"Mudslide!!" he cried. For some reason, Yugi's mind thought of drinks, maybe because he was thristy.

"Yeah, Mudslide, never had them, hear they're good though..." he yawned and turned back to his pillow. Joey yanked him upright again.

"No!! Mudsilde! A mudslide just hit Kiruri!!" Kiruri was a small town just a few miles down the mountain from them. Yugi got the right mudslide this time and stood up.

"WHAT??" he cried. Joey nodded and Yugi leapt from his bed. He tossed on some jeans and a jacket and raincoat as Joey explained.

"Twenty minuets ago! One whole side of the mountain just slid down like it was on roller-skates!! The whole town in nearly buried! We gotta get down there and help!" Yugi didn't even give the effort to nod, he just zipped up his raincoat and ran downstairs. Honda and Yami had some up from the basement, where they had checked the pump that was keeping them from having to wear suba tanks to get to the bathroom. Water had flooded in violently the night after Yami and Anzu had checked it. So they got out the mechanical pump and set it to work. Both were aware of the situation. The had flashlights in their hands, and were ready to go by the time Anzu charged down the stairs, donning her spagetti-stapped top and sleeping shorts. The others took no mind of this, but Yami did take a quick second to look her over, before he shook his head and pushed it out of his mind.

"Okay, we're gonna use the Cadillac and get down to Kiruri. Two of us gotta stay here and be sure we don't come back to an aquarium, okay?" Joey asked aloud. Everyone nodded, and was prepared to go to town. The problem was now, deciding who stayed behind.

"Give me a sec!" Yugi thought, and ran into the kitchen. He came back with five straws clenched in his fist. "We'll draw straws, short ones stay behind, okay?" Everyone nodded as they plucked one from his hand.

"Well, looks like Yami and Tea are staying behind. You guys know what to do. We'll see you later!" Honda cried as Joey, Yugi, and he ran for the cherry-red Cadillac that was more like a chocolate-covered cheery from all the mud on it. With a squeal of tires, they decended down the mountain.

Anzu watched them leave with a touch of apprehension in her heart. She was afriad for them, the road was muddy and slick, and Joey was a wreakless driver at times. Not to mention the fact that she was alone with Yami. The man in question came from behind her and bolted the door tight, sealing her fate with a soft click. She turned to him, looking reproachful and a little upset at times.

"Don't worry.." he answered the question forming on her lips. "Yugi's with them, he'll make sure Joey doesn't kill them all." he took one of her hands into his slowly, then the other. He held her soft hands in his, gently rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. He had no real idea why he was doing this, he just wanted to. He felt good holding her like this, when things were quiet and they were alone. He pulled her closer and put a surprizingly possesive hand on her hip. Surprzing, because neither one of them expected it. His hand had just glided there on it's own accord. Like instinct.

"You,...hungry?" she asked. She fought hard to keep herself from sounding too girlish and wanting to simply melt into a puddle of goo at his feet. Yami looked down at his hand on her hip, he wondered at it for a second, silently accusing it of treason. He had to admit one thing, she had a body to kill for. Literally legs for miles, creamy peach skin, dancing blue-green eyes, soft warm lips, and......

He shook his head to clear it of such lustful thoughts. Hey, this was Anzu here. He looked up at her, and nodded. She gave a wavering smile and lead him into the kitchen, his hand still steady on her hip.


The food was a simple soup, nothing more could be scavenged. The pot bubbled merrily on the stove, and the two sat at the table, playing a card game. Anzu threw down her hand in defeat.

"It's no good playing you!" she taunted. "You always win!" Yami chuckled and collected the cards and began to shuffle them with the ease of a seasoned table-jockey.

"Well, one thing that would help you would be to develop a strong poker-face. I could see whenever you drew a good card, for expression betrayed it." he advised as he dealt out another hand. Anzu sighed and picked up her dealt hand.

"Poker-face...right. We'll see about this, Mr. Poker Face, now play!" Yami grineed amusedly and looked down at his deck. He arranged his cards to his liking and considered his options.

"Well, you could always admit that your no good at this game, and switch to one you could handle..." Yami teased. "Like, gin rummy prehapse?" Anzu threw him a positively murederous glare.

"Gin rummy??" she seethed. "Hey now, who beat who on Dance Dance Revolution: 3rd Mix , FOUR TIMES IN A ROW??" Yami glinched.

"That's not even considered a game!!" he retorted.
"Only because you have two left feet and can't count a beat if your life depended on it!" she bit back.

"I play games that challenge me, I don't bother with things that hold no promise."

"Yeah, so that's why you fell off the machine then, right?" Yami went silent, one eyebrow quirked, literally daring her to bring that one moment of embaressment up again. She sensed she had crossed a line, and instantly went about to soothe Yami's battered ego.

"Hey, at least look at this, Kaiba fell off earlier than you did! He didn't make it half way through Butterfly!" she involuntarily chuckled at the memory of the legendary Duelist landing flat on his back after he tripped over his own trenchcoat. Of course, Yami had fell on him about 30 seconds later. Tea had put both boys to shame by staying on, and placing a new high score. Hey, they might be good at Duel Monsters, but she reigned supreme in the dancing feild. Yami cracked a miniscule, but evident smile at the memory as well. Kaiba had looked like a dead chicken with his legs sticking in the air like that. They had both avoided that game ever since.

"Ehh.." was all Yami said to it. Anzu knew all was forgiven, and looked down at her deck. Yami did the same and looked over his cards before asking that very important question.

"Got any queens?"

"Nope, go fish Yami.."





The soup still bubbled along as she dipped a spoon into it. She blew on it slowly, letting it cool before she took a testing sip. she smacked her lips, satisfied, and dipped another spoonful for Yami to try. He walked up behind her as she held out the spoon for him to try.

"I'd blow on it a bit, it's still hot." she advised. He nodded and rippled the surface with a few quick breathes, before he closed his mouth over the utensil. Anzu felt electric shivers burn up her spine as his breath washed over her hand. He let go of the spoon, and swallowed slowly before he nodded in apporval, and got the bowls. She twisted the burner off and got out the spoons and napkins. She checked the clock on the wall and sighed.

"I better go check on the pump, I'll be a sec." she left the room in a flurry of movement. Yami shurgged and ladled some soup for himself.



"WWWWAAAAAHHAHHHH!!! **SPLAAAAAASH!** Yami jerked up at the sound of Anzu's scream and the echoing slash of water. Abandoning his soup, he grabbed a flashlight and ran to the basement. He stepped into the still-open door and walked down the steps.

"Yami, becareful, there's a.....**SLASH!!**..........nevermind." Yami toppled headfirst into the waist-high water with an elegant belly-flop. He came sputtering to the surface, hacking loudly. He looked around at the still water in the basement, then at a very soaked Anzu, then at himself.

"What the hell happened here?" he cried, swiping at the bangs that were now plastered to his face.

"I dunno, I think Honda must have forgotten to turn it back on when he turned it off the check the filter..." Anzu rationalized as she waded to the submerged pump. Flicking her wrist, the motor hummed to life and began to suck up the stagant water around them. Satisfied that the house wasn't going to be drowned, they treaded water to the stairs and walked back up. Once to the door, they looked at themselves. Anzu pulled at her top, which now clung to her skin.

"This was brand new too..." she mused. She proceded to wring out her clothing til she heard a soft chuckle from Yami.

"What's so funny?" she asked indignantly. Yami cracked a wide smirk, "You just remind me of a drowned Nile rat.." he replied. Anzu went red and struggled for a comeback. Her mouth opened to talk, but watching Yami laugh at her predicament caused a sudden lack of vocabulary. She clinched her jaw shut and turned on one heel with went to go to her room to change, this time, her ego bruised. Her hand touched the doorknob and went to twist when Yami's hand fell upon hers. She glanced up to see Yami standing there, a look of genuine apology on his face.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that rat thing, it's just that I..." he was cut off by a 'hpmh!' by Anzu, who proceded to turn the knob. His hand clinched down on hers.

"Hey, don't be like this." His other hand reached up to turn her face to his, his palm cupping her cheek. "I'm sorry, okay?" Anzu stood, star-struck. Had he just apologized to her? Yami?? Her voice came out in a studdered reply.

"A--Alright..."

"That's better..." he leaned over and swept her into a soft kiss. It was the most innocent of kisses, just a bare brushing of lips. But the most innocent of things soon grew more intense. Something sparked to life in both of them, emotions hidden by years and forgotten memories leaped forward, and the fuse was lit. She gingerly parted her lips and he accpeted the open invitation and plunged his tongue between her parted lips. Their tongues tangoed and played jousting games of cat-and-mouse. His arms sneaked about her waist to clamp behind her back, where he used her trapped position to pull her closer to him. Her fingers digged into his hair and reamined buried there.

He broke his kiss with her and began to trace a slow trail of hot, sweet kisses to her neck. His hands wandered around to the front of her body where they slipped under the top to explore those forbidden plains of soft, enticing skin beneath. As his head went lower on her neck, she lowered her fingers to massage the nape of his neck, urgeing him on. He brought out one hand to stumble along the wall to find the door. Finding the brass knob with his hands, he twisted it and they fell into her room. He turned quickly and closed the door, locking it tight to defend agaisnt the possiblity of Joey or the others coming in and surprizing them. They had secretly waited for this for years now, hiding behind emotionless masks and fronts, nothing was going to ruin this for them. Come hell or high water.

He was yanked from the door by Anzu, who began to guide them to her bed. Her hands ran fevered paths along his back and torso. Growing bold by the chorus of soft groans coming from Yami, she lifted the shirt from his shorts and let it hit the far wall and pool onto the floor as she flung it away. He was everything she imagined him to be. Strong, well muscled arms and torso, not to heavy, but well-defined. Gloating over her prize, her hands went back to the task of memorizing every aspect of his form, commiting every inch to memory. Lips still connected, her mind sang.

His breathing became ragged as she felt out every part of his body, his mind, usually so calm and focused was scrambled hoplessly. His hands cupping her face, now left to catch her hands in his. He brought one hand to his line of sight and began planting kisses along the fingertips and palm, marveling how just one girl could make him come so undone without effort. While she was distracted by his ministratsion to her hand, his free one dipped under her damp shirt and began to peel it from her clammy skin. He halted in mid-action, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly. Anzu looked up at him. She searched herself, and knew she wanted this more than anything. So many years of agonized waiting, she wasn't going to wait any longer.

"Yes..." she confirmed, with a nod of her head. Yami showed no other reaction other than flinging her top across the room to land on the floor near his own. The shimmer of silk from her bra meet his eyes, as well as the strain of her nipples against the cloth. Catpuring her mouth to his, he fondled the back of the blasted contraption for the hooks.

Anzu chuckled and brought her hands around to aid his in devilering her from the restraining item. Once unhooked, it feel away to the floor, leaving her bared from the waist up.

She was perfect. Ra himself couldn't have done better. Slender waist that fulled out to hips, still hidden by her sleep-shorts. Soft, round breats, with pert, red nipples, begging to be licked. She was a vision from the wildest of fantasies, and she was his. He slowly backed them to the bed, and lowered them into the matress. He bent over her, taking her in before he began to trace a path down her chest with his his kisses.

Anzu gasped openly, the cool air hit her skin like a shock, and now....oh god, her knees were weak already. Her eye closed tightly and she left her body to his care. When his tongue darted out to tease one nipple, she jerked in surprize and pleasure. Her voice was gone, only soft moans rolling from her lips as he took one nipple between his teeth and bit down softly, rolling his tongue around it. His other hand was on her other breast, pinching and teasing to a tight peak. He switched places and paid equal homage to her other breast while her hands traveled down slowly, one finger hooking on the band of his shorts. She could feel the evidence of his arousal grazing her inner thigh softly. He paused only to give a grunt of approval, before returning to his goal. her body began to writhe in slow, burning estacy as ever action he took sent fire burning into every nerve. Her breath caught in her throat as he grazed a knuckle over her already wet entrance, teasing her. She caught a moment of sanity and pulled down on his shorts, leaving him completely bare. She smiled to herself....there was want for nothing in his structure, just as perfect and glorious as the rest of him.

As he kept her busy with his mouth, he was slowly pulling down the last remaining garmet that kept them apart. He lifted her back and slid the last bit of fabric from her body. Clothes now flung haphazardly about the room, they laid nude together on the bed. His lips left her breast, marking a trail in the valley between, heading ever south towards his true goal. Her hands came up to his hair again, again, guiding him to where she wanted him, seemingly, they had the same idea.

His thumb traced the outside of her sex, as his nail skimmed to top of her clit, causing her to jolt her hips clear off the matress. So that was her sensitive spot....he would definately play this to it's fullest advantage. he continued down, and slipped one finger into her slowly. Sliding in and out slowy, then adding another two. He slid his fingers in and out slowly, building a steady tempo. Soon his fingers were coated in her honey, slick and sweet as she rose her hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. His thumb slowly ran ever-tightening cirlces around her clit, bring the reward of a rebuting chorus of moans from his partner. His head ducked down, level with her clit, and slowly, he began to press into her clit with his tongue. She gragled out a strangeld cry of pleasure and all the available heat from her body pooled to where he was touching her right now. Her hips began to rock against his face.

He held down her hips and switched places, his tongue rolling around inside her while his nose bumped her clit. One hand became buried in his hair, holding him close to her, while the other gripped the sheets tight. He pulled his tongue out and began to suckle on her clit, while his fingers serviced other parts of her body. Short, animal mews told him she was close. He ceased all action and pulled away. Anzu cried out in protest.

"No!!..." she pleaded. "Don't....leave me...like this! I...want to...come! Please Yami!!" she begged. He smirked to himself, and plunged fingers and tongue into her sex. With a loud, earth-shattering scream, she caved and climaxed, her jiuces flooding over his face, where he lapped it up. He kept his action up though out the climax, holding it out for her as long as possible, by twisting his fingers around in her, thrusting them in and out. Once she calmed, he leaned over her and stroked her hair. She laid, panting for a while before she spoke.

"That was wonderful..." she praised. Yami smirked and leaned over to her ear, whispering.

"But the best is yet to come...." he whispered. He positioned himself above her, poised and ready to take her. "This will hurt, you know." he asked. She nodded her head, and he lowered himself, and with one swift move, plunged into her, past her virginal barrier. Anzu stiffened and clamped her mouth tight to hinder the cry of pain. Yami remained still, giving her time to adjust. Her breath returned and she relaxed, nodding her hips, and tilting her hips to encourage him. He needed nothing else, he pulled out slowly, then thrust in again with equal gentleness, allowing her time to become accustomed to the sensation. When the same mews of pleasure began to rise again, he quickened his pace, settling into a medium tempo, hoping to make this last as long as possible.

"How's....that?" he asked between thrusts and gasps for air.

"Prefect...." she sighed. He kept going at the same speed for a few minuets, before he reached down and stroaked her clit lightly. The reaction was instant.

"AAHHH!" she bucked up violently. Yami kept brushing it, gaining speed and pressure while he slowed his thrusts. Soon, he was going at the same speed as when he started, in impossibly slow motions. But he kept brushing her clit, now going faster than before, pressing into it harder. Anzu began to writhe beneath him, crying his name in combined love and lust.

"Close?" he asked.

"Oh Ra...so very close...." she yelped.

He stopped stoaking her, leaving her with only his slow thrusts. He would occasionally thrust in hard, but then went back to teasing her with slow movements. Her hips began to tilt and shift in protest, her cries became pleading, she was begging him. He decided to give her what she wanted and began to thrust in hard and fast, his hand now pinching and manipulating her clit at the same speed. Her legs wrapped around his waist to let him in deeper. They began to move together in this passionate, heated desperate dance of hearts, bodies and souls.

Liquid fire burned his viens, sending his mind into a spiral of senseless bliss. He felt like he was going to die from sheer pleasure. Sweet Ra, let him die! Let him die this instant, and he would be happy forever. Oh Gods, shame to die at a young age, but hell...what a way to go! Yet, but yet, he couldn't let go now. He wanted to be there with her when his touches and caresses sent her into paradise. He wanted to fall into that void with her.



Her body was liquifying. Nothing mattered anymore, just her, just him, together in the most intimate way possible. She knew, the way her heart thundered in her ears, the tightening tingle in her stomach...she was close. Her first orgasm was intense, heavenly, but this would could possibly tear her soul from her body. His breath tickled her ears, his ministrations to her body were pounding into her with lightining speed...then, she lost it.

"OH GOD!!! YAMI!!!" she screamed. Her senses were swept clean and her body convulsed. Giving one last thrust, he fell with her.

"BY..R-RA!!" he bellowed, exploding against her convulsing insides. They both fell backwards to the matress, blissfully spent and drained. He rolled them over and pulled the sheet of her comforter over them. Once relaxed, and their bodies claming, the cool air chilled their sweat-sheened skin. Pulling it over their shoulders, her pulled her on top of him and tucked her in.

"Have fun?" he asked. She giggled and sighed, kissing his forehead.

"Time of my life..." she sighed. He smiled and rolled over the drew her close to him. She snuggled close to him as possible, and yawned, slowly falling into sleep.

"Good night Yami...I love you." she sighed, falling into dreams. Yami paused, and stiffened. She loved him...did he? He looked at her face, peaceful and serene on her pillow. Her breathing regular and soft. He wanted nothing more than stay this way forever. Never venture from this moment. He nodded his head, and kissed her cheek before closing his eyes to slumber.

"I love you too, Anzu"