Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fly Away Home ❯ Please Remind Me ( Chapter 10 )

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

A/N: Ack! I'm sorry this is late! I actually had the impulse to go to a Matchbox Twenty concert instead of staying home and writing on Saturday, which of course put me a day behind. I hope this chapter is worth the wait. I think it will be once you all read the warning that will follow. Okay, that's it. Enjoy!

*WARNING* This chapter contains heavy heavy lime... oh, I'll just admit it. There is a lemon between Yami and Yuugi. This means vivid descriptions of sexual intercourse. If you are not at an age where you should be reading this, please skip most of the second scene. For the rest of you, I hope I have met your expectations. *WARNING*

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Fly Away Home

By Ocean

Chapter Ten: Please Remind Me

The large wail of a siren could be heard in the small kitchen, signaling that somewhere within the city there was an emergency and that someone's life was in danger. Jou grimaced at the sound, halting the path of the fork to his mouth so he could lean over and turn up the volume of the radio on the counter. He let his chair fall back on all four legs and irritably dug his utensil into the food on his plate.

"How many does dat make? Three, four dis hour `lone?" he asked the room.

"Five, Jou. That was the fifth one we have heard. But for all we know, there could have been many more we didn't hear over the radio," Sugoroku said quietly. He looked absently at his dinner as his thoughts were lost on the events of the day. Yuugi had been reluctant to tell him what had happened to Pegasus, merely stating that he would no longer be a threat to them. And this worried Sugoroku.

As the day progressed, and the morning sun crept over the horizon, it became clear to Sugoroku that something was horribly wrong. Even though the sun was visible, all of its brilliant luster and color had been stolen, leaving nothing but a gray circle in the sky. The clouds were thin, dark, muted; flat shadows against an equally dull sky that showed none of the vibrancy one would expect on an autumn day.

Sugoroku didn't feel the need to remind Jou that the wail of sirens had become nothing more than a background noise during the day. Paramedics, fire engines, police cars... all had driven past the small game shop several times, urgently trying to reach the next emergency before it became a deadly situation. Unfortunately, they were rarely on time to prevent the death of the people involved.

Sugoroku had called Jou and invited him over to dinner, hoping that his presence would both distract him from the distressing reports on the radio and help pull Yuugi from the secluded state he had submerged himself in.

"So, uh, Yug," Jou said around a mouthful of food. He directed his comment towards the living room, where Yuugi was currently standing at the window. His eyes were distant, his body limp as he held his arms loosely around his middle. Even his hair appeared to be worn with the melancholy air that surrounded him. Yuugi made no move to answer Jou. "How's he doin'?" Jou tried again. "Is he awake yet?"

Yuugi released a sigh through his nose as he continued to watch the demure evening sky. "Yami's been asleep all day. I haven't had the heart to wake him." He blinked his eyes slowly before turning and walking into the kitchen. He took a seat and stared at the full plate that his grandfather had set out for him. He hadn't eaten much of anything that day, and he found that his appetite was still absent.

"Youz really shoul' try eaten sumthin', Yug," Jou said as he pushed Yuugi's plate closer to him. "Maybe it'll help ya feel better."

Yuugi shook his head slightly as he raised his eyes to his grandfather. Sugoroku lowered his fork at the intense gaze and waited patiently for Yuugi to speak.

"How much do you know?" Yuugi asked. Sugoroku blinked, surprised by Yuugi's question. "I know you know more than you told me."

Sugoroku sighed. "I know very little, Yuugi. I'm no Egyptologist. I merely studied the culture for fun-"

"That's bull, Ji-chan," Yuugi interrupted. "You're an avid student of history. Don't try to tell me that you are naive on the subject."

Sugoroku eyed his grandson evenly, only slightly surprised by Yuugi's forcefulness. If he was going to accept Yami, accept Yuugi's choosing of him, it would be prudent for him to tell his grandson all he knew of the man. Perhaps it would help Yuugi protect himself from the inherent danger the pharaoh presented.

"What do you want to know?" Sugoroku asked.

Jou looked between the two nervously. He was aware of Sugoroku's acceptance of Yami, but there was still an underlying current of tension that he desperately wanted to reach out and cut. So he spoke instead. "I `ave a question."

Sugoroku looked at him curiously, casting a glance at Yuugi for his approval to let Jou speak first. Yuugi nodded his head, so Sugoroku looked back at Jou. "What is it, Jou?"

"Well, I was wond'rin', where did the Shadows come from? I mean, dey didn' jus' appear for no reason. Wha's the deal?"

Sugoroku blinked slowly and leaned forward on the table, pushing his plate to the side to make room for his arms. "It is difficult to tell, Jou. While the Shadows themselves are mentioned several times in the ancient texts, there is very little said about their origins. Every time they are mentioned, it is in relation to the pharaoh, so we know they are centered on the crown. A man came to the university once and lectured on the history of the Shadow Magics. No one really took him seriously..."

"You did," Jou stated knowingly.

Sugoroku nodded. "I had seen too much by then not to. Even if the Shadows never had been real, it was obvious that they were an integral part of the Ancient Egyptian culture. I approached him and he graciously accepted my invitation to lunch."

"I remember that," Yuugi said quietly as he lifted his head towards the hallway.

"You are gettin' sumwheres with dis, right?" Jou asked, a sly smirk on his face.

"Humorous, Jou. Anyway, he and I worked on a theory for the origins of the Shadow Magics. I think... well, I think they were created by the royal family." Sugoroku took a deep breath, purposefully avoiding Yuugi's stern gaze. "At some point in their history, one of the ancestors of the royal family infused their blood with the black magics. They became one with them, the Shadows running through their veins like blood. Physically and mentally permeated with the power and allure the Shadows offered. They fed off the Shadows, just as the Shadows fed off of them."

"Fed off `em?" Jou shuddered. "Wha' do ya mean by dat?"

"Think about it, Jou. The Shadows could offer exceptional power, power that could not be defended against, power that could make one nearly invincible. Man has always been drawn to power. And power such as that would be down right addicting." Sugoroku paused when he saw the contemplative look on Jou's face.

"Yeah, I ge' dat. But wha' would the Shadows get outta it? I mean, wha' could dey? Assumin' dat dey were alive an' all, which dey couldn' poss'bly be." Jou was not encouraged by the look on Sugoroku's face.

"Well, not alive in the sense that we use the term." Sugoroku looked over at his grandson, who had his eyes fixed in front of him, blankly looking at the food on his plate. "I don't know exactly how it works, I don't think anyone does, except maybe for Yami. But the point is that they are alive. With each generation they grew stronger, their influence on the blood of the royal family growing as their power was utilized in the living world.

"That one act by whoever it was that fused themselves with the magics introduced the Shadows to this world. Fed to them the unique tastes and flavors and smells and sights and sounds of the living world. I think they became as addicted to life as the pharaohs were to the power."

There was a silence in the room as Sugoroku's words hung thick and heavy in the air. Jou mulled over the information, for the moment satisfied with what he had been told. Someone, however, was not.

"Why Yami?" Yuugi asked quietly, not lifting his eyes from his plate. "Why are the Shadows so obsessed with him?"

Sugoroku was hesitant to answer. "Well... From what I can gather, Yuugi, Yami was unique in his usage of the magic. He didn't just tap into their power; he invited them to experience everything with him. You see? He invited them to experience; not just be spectators to the horror of their awesome power. Through him the Shadows learned what it was like to be alive, to live. Not to merely exist. I would bet money that they would do anything to prevent that from being taking from them. It would be like someone suddenly taking your lungs and not being able to breathe."

During Sugoroku's explanation, he noticed Yuugi's attention shift to the living room. He had turned his head to see what it was that had caught his grandson's attention, not at all surprised to see that it was Yami.

Yami stood at the window, his hands and face pressed against the glass as he fought valiantly to keep his eyes open. The Shadows had been active this day, using the life force stolen from Pegasus to break the seal that separated their realm from the living world. They were excited with this newfound freedom, and were now exploring the city with all the exuberance of a child on Christmas. And of course, with this excitement, came the need to share their experiences with their son.

Yami finally let his eyes close as he exhaled softly, his warm breath leaving a small sphere of moisture on the cold window. Though Sugoroku's theory for the seeming affection the Shadows held for Yami was mostly true, there was a crucial fact missing. The Shadows, in a sense, were not solid in thought or reason. They were a million and a single voice, twisting and colliding, all with their own agendas and wills. But when they had met Yami, they had been able to solidify themselves into a single, coherent unit, thanks to the strength and poise and mental discipline the young pharaoh possessed.

As Yami had invited them to share in his experiences, he had invited them into his mind. The Shadows had been surprised by the mental prowess of the mortal, having not encountered such a person in their memory of existence. So they had tapped into his mind, stolen a part of it, and adapted its ability into their collective force. The Shadows were reborn, no longer at the mercy of the pharaoh, but now an intelligent being that could think and act for itself.

This ability came at a great cost for Yami. The Shadows continuously drained his mind of its energy, using that energy to keep themselves whole. In return for this sacrifice, the Shadows fed directly into Yami's mind every experience they encountered. Every scream, every sight, every sound, every death they delivered. They had been bombarding him for the entire day, and Yami was beginning to feel physically ill from the experience. He was finding it more and more difficult to distinguish the difference between his own thoughts and those of the Shadows.

Yami pushed himself away from the window and slowly made his way to the kitchen. The old man was speaking and he held the full attention of the blonde friend of his Hikari. None of this concerned him as he made his way over to Yuugi, wrapping his arms around him from behind and lowering his head onto his shoulder. At least when he was with Yuugi, the influence of the Shadows was not so overwhelming. They mentally reeled when he was near the young one, and for that Yami was eternally grateful.

Yuugi placed his hands on Yami's arms and pulled them from his shoulders, standing slowly and guiding Yami to sit in his chair. Yami immediately sat and pulled Yuugi into his lap, nuzzling the back of his neck and sneaking a hand under his shirt so he could rub small circles on his stomach. Yuugi encouraged the action by placing his hands on Yami's arms and playing his fingers across his skin.

Sugoroku ignored Yami's entrance and Yuugi's welcome, but Jou found it difficult to overlook the ease with which his buddy had accepted the forward gesture. He knew that this mysterious god that had fallen into Yuugi's lap enchanted him, but he had underestimated the strength of the attraction. He had thought it to be merely physical, but as he watched Yuugi close his eyes and turn his head so that his and Yami's cheeks were pressed together, slightly cooing at the contact, he realized that the level of affection ran much deeper. And from the contented look of Yami's body language, he had similar feelings for Yuugi.

Jou grinned at the sight.

Yami opened his eyes as Yuugi continued to rub his head gently against his, fighting the urge to fall back asleep and place himself at the mercy of the Shadows. He looked lazily around the table, noticing the mostly empty plates of both Sugoroku and Jou. He also noticed that the plate in front of Yuugi had not been touched. He turned his eyes to the body sitting in his lap, examining it intently. Yuugi had not eaten this day. That was unacceptable. He needed his strength to survive his encounters with the Shadows.

Yami removed one of his arms from Yuugi's waist and reached for the pointed object on the table. He didn't know its name, but it was obvious that it was used to move the food on the plate to one's mouth. He held the utensil above the plate for a moment, trying to decide what his Hikari would most enjoy. He settled for the orange piece of meat. He had found that the color produced a most favorable flavor, especially on the cold food that he so enjoyed.

Yuugi opened his eyes as he felt something warm press against his lips. He was surprised to see the piece of orange chicken, which from his vantage point appeared to be floating in front of him. He blinked and turned his eyes to Yami, meeting the serious crimson gaze of his desert beauty. He smiled softly and shook his head once, indicating that he wasn't hungry.

"Tw iw r wnm Hikari," Yami said quietly, the command behind his words not diminished by the softness of his voice. He pressed the chicken a little more forcefully against Yuugi's lips to emphasize his point.

Yuugi watched Yami for a moment before parting his lips and allowing the chicken to be placed gingerly into his mouth. He chewed slowly, raising an eyebrow curiously as he saw Yami's attention drift back to his plate.

Yami felt his own stomach churn in response to the smell of food, and decided it would be wise for him to eat as well. Or at least attempt to. One of the side affects of the Shadows feeding their intense emotions into his mind was to make him severely sick to his stomach, to the point where even the thought of food made him want to vomit. But if Yuugi was willing to eat for him even though he was not hungry, he could not expect less of himself.

Yuugi almost choked on his food as he tried not to laugh at the expression on Yami's face. Yami had chosen to try a piece of the chicken he had offered Yuugi, expecting the flavor to be similar to his popsicles. He was quite surprised to find the meat to be hot, chewy, and far spicier than anything else he had tried. His eyes widened momentarily before regally closing in an expression of controlled revolution. He chewed pointedly, just enough so he could swallow the meat and attempt to get the flavor out of his mouth.

Yuugi's laughter continued, as did Jou's as he offered a few chuckles. Yami opened his eyes enough to glare at Yuugi, amusement highlighting the gold flecks in his eyes that shimmered with the force of the sun. He conspicuously moved the hand on Yuugi's stomach over to his side and wriggled his fingers in the ticklish spot he had found the day before. Yuugi lurched forward, a large grin on his face as he fruitlessly fought to free himself from Yami's busy fingers. He was finally able to wrench Yami's hands from his sides, grasping them tightly as he held them by his head and starred into Yami's eyes.

Yami watched him calmly, the hint of a smile on his lips as with half lidded eyes he observed the flushed and panting jewel on his lap. His attraction to the young one had never been as powerful as it was at this moment. The urge to wrap himself in the scent and touch and warmth of Yuugi was almost too strong to ignore. But he settled for leaning forward and rubbing noses with his love, the gentle expression conveying the affection he felt for him.

Yuugi calmed considerably with the gentle touch, returning the gesture with a small sigh. Similar emotions were running through his mind, and he too found the attraction almost too much to bear. He leaned his head against Yami's chest and allowed the pharaoh to feed him, chuckling on occasion as Yami pointedly avoided the orange chicken. He allowed himself to become submerged in Yami's presence, forgetting the others in the room, not hearing the wail of sirens outside... oblivious to all that was not Yami.

Sugoroku turned his attention to Jou and engaged him in conversation, giving both of them something to look at other than the hopelessly entangled duo sitting across the table. Neither were aware of anything other than each other, and it produced a rather awkward situation for those who were not included in that sphere. After dinner was finished, he and Jou cleared the table and Jou left for the evening as Sugoroku retired to the living room, their departure going completely unnoticed.

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Yami lay on the floor in the center of the square patch of moonlight that was afforded by the skylight in Yuugi's room. His body was twisted as though he had fallen, his arms stretched above his head and his legs reaching behind him. His face was buried in the soft fibers of the carpet, hidden partially by the arm resting on top of his head. One of his hands was twisted in his hair, the long strands cascading onto the carpet with the same grace of a waterfall.

He sighed as he gripped his hair tighter, the slight pain caused by the action focusing his thoughts away from the Shadows and back onto himself. He felt as though he were loosing himself, the enthusiasm the Shadows had for the living world intensifying as they continuously explored their playground. The flow of emotion into him was unhindered, never allowing his tired mind to rest and recover from the drain the Shadows placed upon it.

Yami had returned to the bathtub earlier that evening, submerging himself in water hotter than he could stand in an attempt to orient himself. The water soothed his body which had painfully tensed as Yami fought to keep the effects of the Shadows secret from Yuugi. He couldn't let his Hikari know the dire strain that was placed upon his body. It would only serve to worry him and there was nothing Yuugi could do to stop it.

At one point during the bath Yami had suddenly reached out and poured the entire contents of the vanilla bath oil into the tub, hoping that the fragrant scent would shock his mind enough to allow him a moment of peace. It only helped minutely, serving more to douse his body in the powerful aphrodisiac than to free his mind of its burden.

Yuugi walked quietly into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him so he wouldn't disturb the prone form of Yami on the floor. His eyes softened as he stood and watched Yami for a short while. The moon was unable to shine as brightly on account of the ominous clouds that worked to hinder its plight, but still, some light was able to come through and faintly outline Yami's body.

Squinting in the darkened room, Yuugi was able to recognize the deep red hue of the bathrobe Yami was wearing, the garment barely held closed around his frame with a loose tie. The arms of the robe were too large and completely engulfed his hands. The rest of the robe flailed around his legs, revealing the smoothly toned muscles of his calves and a glimpse of his thigh.

Yuugi was certain that if the full power of the moon had been able to penetrate the clouds that the robe would act to brilliantly highlight Yami's hair, exuding the vibrancy of the red tint at the ends of his tresses, the shoe-shine polish of the black strands, and the luminous quality of the golden bangs that so delicately framed his face.

Yuugi furrowed his brow in concern when Yami made no move to acknowledge him. He walked to him slowly, and when Yami still did not respond stepped over him so that he was behind him. He lowered to his knees and reached out with his arms, coaxing Yami's hand to release the grip on his hair and hold onto his hand instead. He took hold of Yami's other hand as well, then crossed his arms over Yami's chest so that he was hugging him from behind. Yuugi lifted Yami gently so his head could rest on his shoulder and hugged him more tightly, resting his cheek on the back of Yami's head.

Yami felt the warmth of Yuugi's hands as he was pulled into the loving embrace, but could not find the energy to respond in a manner deserving of the action. He and Yuugi remained in their embrace for a long time, the silence of the night wrapping them in a protective cloak that no sound dared to penetrate. The scent of vanilla was strong in Yami's hair and on his skin, wafting its fragrance to Yuugi and lulling him into a light slumber. His eyes drifted close as the scent continued to pleasure his senses, though his hold on Yami did not loosen.

Finally able to summon the strength to push the Shadows' influence to the far reaches of his mind, Yami pulled himself back enough so he could see Yuugi's face. His weight was still supported greatly by the smaller man, their hands clasped together across his chest. Yami freed one of his hands and laid it on Yuugi's chest, just under his chin where it had fallen as Yuugi feel asleep. He slowly curled his fingers into the fabric of Yuugi's shirt.

Yuugi woke as he felt the light brush of fingers against his chin. He blinked slowly as he opened his eyes, turning his head so he could better see Yami's face. He was surprised to see how close they were, close enough that Yami's warm breath was able to flow over his lips and cheeks. That wasn't what surprised him most though. Or worried him.

There was so much emotion in Yami's eyes. It wasn't that that was unusual, but the raw intensity of those brilliant crimson orbs was so powerful that they tore straight into Yuugi's soul. Pain, fatigue, weariness, confusion, conviction, need... But a need for what? Yami was looking at him so intensely, imploring him do something, to give him something. Yuugi searched his eyes, shaking his head softly.

"What is it you need?" Yuugi asked him quietly, desperately. He wanted to help Yami so badly it hurt.

Yami listened to the question, knowing that Yuugi was trying to discern what it was he longed for. Yami was trying to determine that himself. He had told the Shadows when they had pulled Yuugi and himself into their realm that he had found his reason. That he had found his reason to rebel against them, to state his independence, to own himself, to separate himself from them completely. He had found his reason to desire living in the real world again, to take part in sights and sounds and smells and touch. But had he really?

Was Yuugi willing to be his reason?

Yuugi closed his eyes slowly as Yami eliminated the small distance between them, pressing his parted lips against his own. Yuugi parted his lips instinctively, expecting Yami to take control of the kiss as he had done before. But he didn't. Yami remained perfectly still against Yuugi, their open mouths allowing each other's breath to roll over the other's tongue and give a subtle hint to the flavor that lay just beyond their reach.

"Mr wi," Yami pleaded breathlessly against Yuugi's lips, his grip on Yuugi's shirt slowly tightening with his growing desperation. "S-htp," he pleaded again as he applied a small amount of pressure against Yuugi's lips.

Yuugi didn't respond at first, a change taking place within him as he realized what it was that Yami wanted. Yami wanted him to take control... needed him to be the one strong enough to express his love. Yuugi understood what it was like to need to be comforted, to be cradled and loved after having fallen into what seemed like an endless abyss. He sincerely doubted that Yami had ever felt such emotion, that anyone had ever taken the time to love him as he should be loved. And for Yami to be asking him to be that person, relinquishing all control in the situation and handing it to him...

It was just so much. So powerful. And Yuugi found himself completely willing to be the person Yami needed him to be. He needed to be the person Yami needed, not only for the pharaoh, but for himself as well. Yuugi felt a calm come over him with this decision, no doubt similar to the confidence Yami usually held. He relished the feeling.

Yuugi raised the hand that Yami had released and trailed his finger lightly along Yami's temple, brushing a rebellious strand of hair away from his eyes as he closed his lips gently around Yami's lower lip in a heated and revealing kiss. He felt Yami's breath as he sighed with relief at the action, comprehending that Yuugi was very much willing and capable of being his purpose.

The kiss did not last long as Yuugi soon pulled away just out of reach of Yami's touch. He did not give Yami a chance to protest as he tilted his head slightly and kissed him again in a similar fashion, softly and lightly with just enough force to declare his intentions and leave Yami wanting more when he pulled back again.

Yami's body shuddered slightly each time Yuugi pulled away. It was amazing to him how such a simple touch, varied slightly by the tilt of Yuugi's head, could stir such strong and powerful emotions within him. Yuugi's lips were so smooth against his own, so warm and tender as they surrounded his. The numerous kisses Yuugi was planting against his lips left him feeling dizzy and lightheaded and hot and frustrated all at once. As much as he was enjoying Yuugi's treatment, he wanted more.

Yuugi was having similar difficulties as he struggled with his tongue to keep it from reaching out and sampling Yami's flavor. He wanted to do this right. He didn't want his actions to be guided by hormones or lust. That wasn't what Yami needed, even though his body was saying otherwise as he began to lean further into Yuugi's kisses. His mind needed just as much attention from Yuugi, and he intended to give Yami everything he had.

Yuugi flattened his palm against the side of Yami's face as he gave him a lingering kiss, surprising Yami by not pulling away. He sucked on his lip gently as he brushed his thumb along Yami's cheek, eliciting what might have been a whisper soft moan from the pharaoh. Yuugi raised his other hand to cup Yami's face as he motioned for him to stand. Yami immediately obliged to the request, personally not caring that Yuugi wanted to stand so long as he continued his sensual caress on his lips.

Once both of them were standing, Yuugi's head tilted upwards to maintain the kiss, he lowered his hands, trailing them down the front of Yami's robe. He broke the kiss softly when his hands reached Yami's waist, an eyebrow raising in confusion as the knot he expected to feel was not there. He lowered his eyes to see that the tie around Yami's waist had come undone when they had stood, leaving the edges of the robe to fall freely, just barely concealing Yami's body beneath.

A small smirk graced Yuugi's lips as he felt Yami nuzzle the side of his head in protest against his momentary lack of attention. Yami's arms were still against his sides, but Yuugi could feel the desire of his body burning from behind the robe and penetrating the thin shirt he wore. He raised his eyes to look into Yami's own, a moment of hesitation fleeting across his mind. But as Yami blinked his eyes slowly, their depth of color extraordinary against the whites of his eyes as he waited patiently for Yuugi to continue, he knew he wanted this. Knew it was the right thing to do, for both of them.

Yuugi brought his hands to the rim of his shirt and removed the garment slowly, maintaining eye contact with Yami even as the shirt passed through their field of vision. Yami sighed softly as he watched the shirt pull at Yuugi's hair, causing it to move in a fashion that very much reminded him of breathing. He found himself closing his eyes again as he felt the heat of Yuugi's hands come to rest on his slim waist beneath the robe and soft lips plant a fleeting kiss against the hollow of his neck. With the little strength the Shadows had allowed him his mind tried to understand the enormous power of the emotions he was feeling, the raw and primal heat that captured all of his senses and held them hostage for Yuugi to use as he saw fit.

Yuugi was able to distract these thoughts as he turned Yami and guided him on top of him as he lay back onto the bed. He leaned forward and allowed Yami another kiss, pausing his actions long enough for the edges of Yami's robe to fall over his sides and their chest to briefly brush together. Yuugi fell in love with the feeling of Yami's larger body over his, encasing him in a protective embrace that left him feeling safe and protected, loved and cherished, needed and wanted. He lifted his hips slightly as he lost himself in the call of his body, pressing against Yami's groin and eliciting a soft growl from the pharaoh.

Yuugi had to claw himself away from the fire that was ignited by the action, the flames of arousal lapping at his body with the fury of a violent storm. He reminded himself that this night was about Yami, not himself. He needed to make Yami understand how much he loved him, not just because he lusted after his body, but because he lusted after his mind as well. His mind, his heart, his soul, his mystery, his allure, everything. Everything that Yami embodied was what he wanted. Needed. Craved. Desired.

Yuugi broke the kiss and lifted his body, rolling Yami onto his back and laying his body on top of him. He brought his knees forward so that they rested against the sides of Yami's waist, his bare feet slipping beneath the thick fabric of the robe to tease along the skin of Yami's legs. Though Yami was no doubt exposed by now, Yuugi kept his eyes on the beautiful face in front of him. He let his eyes linger on Yami's mouth as his fingers danced their way along the line of his jaw. He could have stayed in that position for the rest of the night, the firm body beneath him providing more than enough to keep his eyes occupied.

Yami bent his arms so that his hands were resting beside his head on the bed, the submissive position allowing Yuugi free access to his body and communicating that Yuugi was in full control. The action had not been as difficult as Yami had imagined. He was use to being in control, being the one who held the power and decided what actions to take. But it was so easy to relinquish that power to Yuugi, to become the one who was guided. To become as Yuugi had been until that point. Yami realized then how much faith and trust Yuugi had placed in him. His love for his Hikari deepened as he placed his heart in what he was sure was Yuugi's very capable hands.

Yuugi leaned forward and kissed Yami's forehead, the action thanking Yami for the trust he was placing in him. He kissed the tip of his nose, chuckling as Yami scrunched his face at the touch, then continued past his mouth and began trailing light kisses down the front of his neck. Now he did allow his tongue the luxury of tasting the salty flavor of Yami's skin, encouraged by the slightly rapid breath his actions inspired. He let his tongue skim along the hollow of Yami's neck, let it trace the sensitive impression and tickle the nerves in his skin.

Yami's fingers curled into his palms as Yuugi moved to his collarbone, lips and teeth and tongue transferring the heat of his mouth straight into his brain. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing and in doing so slow the ardent call of desire building within him. He was not having much success as the light and sensual touches Yuugi was rendering over his body did nothing but tantalize his senses and cloud his mind with pleasure.

Yuugi brought his hands to Yami's sides and started to run his fingers along the length of his body, from his shoulders down past his hips and back again. The inconsistency of the light touch made Yami's muscles twitch and shiver against the strokes as the nerves were continuously excited. Yuugi continued his kissing assault as he moved down the center of Yami's chest, his lips itching to touch every inch of skin that covered his body. He paused long enough in his movements to allow his tongue to dip and swirl in the navel that adorned Yami's stomach. He thought he heard a small whimper of pleasure as his tongue had its fun, and Yami arched his back lightly in an effort to expend some of the sexual energy that had no outlet for release.

Yuugi took the hint and increased the speed of his movements, his tongue prancing along Yami's chest and stomach, eliciting gasps from Yami as he came close to but purposefully avoided his nipples. Yami began having difficulty breathing as he tossed his head as the multiple sensations of heat and cold and softness and sleekness and wetness and movement and shivers and weight flooded his mind. For the first time in a long while Yami could not feel the Shadows in his mind. All he could feel was Yuugi. He was all he wanted to feel, and he threw himself into the carnal sensations Yuugi was creating with his talented lips and tongue.

Yuugi ended his assault on Yami's chest with a lingering kiss in its center, letting his tongue lay flush against the tanned skin before pulling his lips away. He hadn't noticed until that point the harshness of his own breathing. He swallowed as he tried to bring some order to his thoughts, rubbing the tip of his nose against Yami's chest to assure him that their encounter was not over. He raised his head and looked at Yami with half lidded eyes. Yami's lips were parted as he tried to give his body the oxygen it needed, and the sight reminded Yuugi that he had yet to truly kiss Yami. Suddenly all other matters became mute.

Yuugi guided his hands from Yami's sides and entangled them in his hair as he pulled himself up Yami's body. This was the only warning Yami had before Yuugi encompassed his mouth, his tongue darting out to trace the curves of his lips and commit their shape and texture and flavor to memory. Yami's arms jerked at the contact and he had to fight to keep them flat against the bed. If he allowed his hands to touch the flame that was Yuugi's skin... well, Yuugi would no longer be in control and the evening was going to end very quickly.

Yuugi moaned into Yami's mouth as he suckled his lips, bringing his hips forward so he sat on Yami's stomach, providing himself the best leverage to kiss him deeply. His fingers pulsed rhythmically in Yami's hair as he pulled gently on the long silken strands as the passion within him swelled with the force of a tsunami. Yami made a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr when Yuugi finally let his tongue fall into his mouth and brush against his own. He flicked his tongue along the underside of Yuugi's to encourage him to do whatever his instincts asked of him.

They kissed for a long time, all other thoughts forgotten as they focused their attentions on each other. Yuugi's tongue thoroughly explored the flesh of Yami's mouth, swirling around his slick tongue, licking the roof of his mouth and the smoothness of his cheeks, running his tongue under his lips and along his teeth. Yami wasn't very verbal about the pleasure he was receiving, but the arching of his body, the clenching of his fists, and the bending of his leg as his knee bumped against Yuugi's backside was enough communication for Yuugi to understand that his ministrations were welcome and appreciated.

Yuugi only pulled back from Yami's mouth when it was imperative for them to breathe, and only then far enough to allow for a single gulp of air and a tilt of his head so he could add another level of experience to the passionate kisses. Yami tasted exactly as Yuugi had remembered, hot and sticky and salty-sweet, like the melted butter one would put on a potato. He was addicted to the flavor, unable to get enough as he added suction to his kisses, literally pulling the air from Yami's lungs and the seasoning from his mouth. Yami did whimper softly at this new sensation, loving the sense of hunger and want he could detect in the forcefulness of Yuugi's kiss. To him, there was no flavor to Yuugi. He simply tasted like Yuugi. Why would he wish to assign some inferior flavor to him and diminish the impact of his Hikari?

Yuugi decided that he wanted to feel Yami's hands on his skin, so he released his hands from Yami's hair, coaxed him to relax his hands, and guided them to his back, at which point he immediately placed his own hands back in Yami's hair. Yami consented to the request, finding the added touch bearable so long as he focused on the kisses. He danced his fingers along the taught skin of Yuugi's back, tracing intricate patterns as he brought his hands up along Yuugi's spine, the back of his neck, and finally to his sensitive hairline. Yuugi sighed into Yami's mouth at the teasing touch, pressing his body even closer to the one beneath him.

Yami began the trek downward with his fingers, walking them to the rim of Yuugi's pants and dipping them dangerously low beneath the garment. Keeping his fingers beneath his pants Yami circled his hands to Yuugi's stomach, brushing his fingers along the sensitive skin and having to force his hands between their two bodies. He curled his fingers behind the button of Yuugi's pants, smirking as he realized that Yuugi was wearing nothing beneath the garment. He pulled suggestively on the clothing, raising his hips to meet Yuugi as he pulled him downwards.

Yuugi moaned at the action, breaking the kiss to allow the sound to pass from his lips. He nodded his head quickly before kissing Yami again, a new passion fueling his kisses. Yami quickly unhooked the button and released the zipper from its intrusive hold before pausing, allowing Yuugi to fully experience the newfound freedom. Yami let his fingers find their way down to Yuugi's member, laying his hand flat against the heat that was Yuugi.

Yuugi began to fidget as Yami's hand absolutely refused to move against him. He grew frustrated and tore his hands from Yami's hair and grabbed onto Yami's, bringing them to the edge of his pants and pushing them down. He had never removed his pants so quickly before, and he found that his breathing had become erratic and shallow. Once his pants were off, Yuugi blinked down at Yami, only to see a satisfactory smirk on his handsome face. Yuugi blinked again, then scowled playfully as he realized that Yami had done that on purpose, to insight him to speed things along.

"You bastard," Yuugi said quietly with a grin, his voice deepened with lust.

Yuugi leaned down and kissed Yami briskly before walking his lips down his chest, continuing past his naval without hesitation, and detouring to the inside of Yami's thigh. Yami growled at the detour, his muscles twitching with the pent up desire. Yuugi grinned as he licked Yami's thigh teasingly before positioning himself at Yami's tip. He sensed Yami's hands coming forward and met them halfway, interlacing their fingers before guiding their hands onto the bed. He released Yami's hands, at which point Yami immediately clenched the material of his robe, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.

When Yuugi was certain that Yami was going to behave and keep his hands glued to his side, he blew gently along Yami's length, causing the pharaoh to groan deeply as the cool air sent new levels of excitement coursing over his body. He clinched his jaw tightly as Yuugi took him slowly into his mouth, the sudden change in temperature nearly sending him over the edge. He took a deep breath and released it through his teeth, the hissing sound telling Yuugi exactly how much Yami was enjoying his treatments.

Yuugi continued to engulf Yami until he had his entire length in his mouth. He paused for a moment, allowing himself to adjust to the fullness in his mouth, taking a deep breath through his nose to test and see the ease with which he could breathe. Once he was satisfied, Yuugi began to swirl his tongue slowly, ensuring that Yami could feel every movement he made.

Yami's eyes clenched tightly as Yuugi continued his slow torture, the heat within his mouth building to an almost unbearable intensity that was clouding Yami's mind with pleasure. He tried valiantly to keep his hips still, not to buck into the slick, moist cavern of Yuugi's mouth. He twitched once, pulling at the fabric of his bathrobe as the muscles in his body tensed uncontrollably. Yuugi recognized the action for what it was, and laid his hands flat on Yami's stomach as a distraction from his other actions.

Yuugi suddenly swallowed, shortly following with a hard suck that made Yami throw his head back against the mattress at the shear force of the feeling. He gasped quietly, loosing some of the control he had over his breathing as his breaths became quick and jagged. Yuugi tasted a bitter-sweet flavor on the back of his tongue, and it took him a moment to recognize it for pre cum as he continued to let himself drown in the taste and scent and knowledge that it was Yami that was in his mouth. He hummed softly in happiness, which almost proved to be a mistake if it were not for the powerful self-control Yami possessed.

Yuugi slowly pulled his head back, letting his kiss-bruised lips slide over the saliva-coated member. He paused just before letting the head slip from his mouth, kissing it lightly before pulling back completely. He glanced up at Yami, pleased to see the sweat glistening on his skin and his body rigid with the gratification he had recieved.

Yuugi let his hands fall from Yami's stomach to his waist as he brought himself above Yami's erection. He hesitated here, partly to allow Yami a moment to calm himself, and partly because he was bracing himself for the pain he was about to endure. He understood that immense pleasure was going to be felt by both of them once he did this, but he was having a little difficulty bracing himself for a pain he had never experienced.

Taking a deep and silent breath, Yuugi began to slowly lower himself onto Yami, grimacing as the pain he had expected shot through to his core. He clenched his eyes and continued descending, deciding that it would be best to get it over with as quickly as possible. The sooner he got past the pain, the sooner he could bring Yami to completion.

He was surprised out of his thoughts as he felt two warm hands curl around his waist. Yuugi opened his eyes to see Yami looking at him from crimson slits, having somehow been able to pull his mind from its haze long enough to realize what Yuugi was doing. He squeezed Yuugi's hips lightly, indicating for him to stop his movements. Once Yuugi complied he shifted beneath him, squeezing Yuugi's hips again to signal that he could move. Yuugi gingerly continued, quickening the action once he understood that Yami had shifted himself so as not to cause Yuugi nearly as much pain.

Yuugi released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding once Yami was completely in him. His arms shuddered at both the extreme effort the action had taken and the pain that was slowly beginning to ebb away. Yami waited patiently for Yuugi to adjust to the new sensation, stroking his thumbs along his skin in a soothing manner. Yuugi surprised him by rocking his hips forward at the touch, making both of them toss their heads at the incredible sensation.

Things progressed quickly after that, Yuugi becoming comfortable with the feeling of Yami inside him and rocking his hips fully in rhythm with Yami's thrusts. It wasn't long before each thrust brought Yami deeper into Yuugi and eventually into contact with his prostrate, causing tears to stream from Yuugi's eyes from the overwhelming enormity of the entire experience. He and Yami had now fully committed themselves to one another, and Yuugi found the connection to be more than he had ever hoped for. He felt whole, complete, as though Yami had reached into the depths of his soul, wrapped his arms around his tattered self, and pulled him to salvation.

Yuugi leaned forward and planted a kiss on Yami's chest, pausing the rhythm he and Yami had set long enough to wrap his arms beneath the slick body and roll Yami on top of him. Yami opened his eyes in confusion to their change of position, searching Yuugi's violet gaze for some hint as to why he wanted him to complete their union. Yuugi just smiled tenderly at him, cupping his face and kissing him softly as he rocked his hips in an effort to get Yami moving again.

Yami heeded to the plea, resuming the fast pace they had set as he curled his fingers into Yuugi's hair. Their bodies moved together as one. There was no hitch in their rhythm as Yuugi bent his legs to rub against Yami's body. They did not come in unison, but followed each other shortly as they strangled their cries of complete satisfaction.

Yami's body trembled at the exhaustion of his expenditure, his arms trembling and his breath coming in short and ragged gasps. Sweat coated his lean body as he panted, his breaths caressing Yuugi's face as a few drops of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. Yuugi slowly opened his eyes as he felt the moisture on his face, the hint of a smile gracing his lips as he brushed a few strands of matted hair away from Yami's eyes. He lifted his head and placed a tired kiss against Yami's lips, and Yami returned the affection with the little emotion he had left.

After the kiss Yuugi guided Yami's head under his chin, swallowing as the soft hair tickled his neck and chest. Yami still donned the robe, and it fell over both him and Yuugi, hiding their bodies from the outside world as it also trapped the heat of their love making and encased them in it. Yami nuzzled his head against the crux of Yuugi's neck, sighing deeply as every nerve sung with the euphoria he had experienced. Sleep found him quickly as he closed his eyes, the fatigue he had felt earlier now beyond all measure.

Yuugi continued to plant kisses on Yami's head as he stroked his hair, not wanting to come down from his high. It took awhile for his breathing to calm, Yami shifting in his sleep and cuddling against him by rubbing his leg all the way up Yuugi's side not helping any. Yuugi furrowed his brows as he noticed that his chest and stomach were exceptionally warm. It was odd, the warmth seeming to trace in intricate patterns rather than encompassing the whole of his skin.

Yuugi didn't have the time to think any more on the matter as sleep finally claimed his mind, though it did allow him to cling to his lover tightly for the duration of the night as it wrapped them in its protective embrace.

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Translation time!

Tw iw r wnm - You have to eat

Mr wi - Love(v) me

S-htp - Please