Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fly Away Home ❯ The Past is Present ( Chapter 13 )

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

A/N: Howdy! I hope you guys like this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. It all just flowed forth, except for the last four paragraphs or so, which were excruciating to write for a reason that will remain elusive to me. Lots and lots of fluffy goodness, with a little twist at the end for fun. I leave for my road trip soon, so I don't think another chapter will get out before Sunday. I hope this will keep you interested until I return!

**WARNING: Heavy lime in this chapter. Not nearly as explicit as the lemon, but not just kissing either. So, if you were too young to read that, as some of you told me, just skip the section here. Just skip to the part where Jou is speaking, and you'll be fine. WANRING**

Enjoy!

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Fly Away Home

By Ocean

Chapter Thirteen: The Past is Present

Finally having finished helping Jou and Sugoroku inventory the store, Yuugi trudged slowly to his room. He was nervous about going back, unsure of how Yami would receive him. Guilt had torn at his soul the moment he had left his room, yelling and screaming and scolding him for daring to go against Yami's wishes. Yuugi had tried to fight back, telling the guilt that he had a right to make his own decisions and that he could not possibly do everything Yami wanted him to do all the time. He had his own needs and desires, as did his grandfather, and it simply wasn't right of Yami to expect him to abandon them for him.

At which point the guilt would merely laugh at Yuugi and undermine his entire argument. They reminded him that he always made his own decisions, his pride and unwillingness to be controlled by anyone giving him the strength to follow his heart. They told him that he in fact could do everything that Yami wanted him to, because Yami wanted him to do what was best for himself, best for them, and there was no reason for him not to oblige such wishes of welfare. That Yami was well aware of his needs and desires, and, for his information, had made his needs and desires his sole purpose in life to fulfill.

That it was perfectly within reason for Yami to expect Yuugi to choose him over the other relations in his life. They were now lovers, and lovers had to come first in order for a relationship to work. They had to be the most important person in your life, or else the trust needed for love to work would not exist. Yami had already proven that he was forsaking all others. It was time Yuugi did the same.

Having thoroughly destroyed his entire argument for leaving Yami, Yuugi hesitantly stepped into his room, head and eyes lowered in submission as he waited for whatever greeting he was going to receive. He peered out from beneath his bangs when Yami made no motion to greet him in any manner. He was surprised to see Yami sitting on the bed, head tilted, eyes clenched in anger, hands in fists with the power of the emotion he was feeling.

Biting his lower lip, Yuugi took a step further into the room, mistaking Yami's anger to be directed at him. His brows creased in confusion as he saw that his notebook was in Yami's lap. He cleared his throat lightly in an effort to gain Yami's attention. Crimson eyes immediately opened and caught him in their gaze, a whirlwind of emotion evident in their liquid color before Yami hid them behind whatever barrier he was able to erect.

Yuugi shifted nervously on his feet, feeling restless as Yami continued to stare at him. Yami, unbeknownst to Yuugi, was thoroughly confused as to why he had not heard Yuugi enter the room, or sensed his presence as he had come down the hall. He blinked when he noticed Yuugi's unease, again finding a reason to scold himself for his inattentiveness.

Yami softened his eyes, letting a small sigh escape his parted lips as he once again extended his hand to Yuugi. Again, Yuugi did not hesitate in folding his hand within Yami's, although his grip was not as sure as it had been before. Yami noticed this and immediately sought to correct the situation. He pulled Yuugi to him as he folded his legs, making room for Yuugi to sit in front of him. Once Yuugi was on the bed Yami leaned forward and embraced him, his long arms wrapping securely around Yuugi's smaller frame. He nuzzled his face into Yuugi's neck, trying to communicate his apology.

Yuugi's eyes closed and he sighed in relief at the gesture, bringing his own arms around Yami's neck and holding him tightly, as though he were afraid that at any moment Yami would try to push him away. After a moment Yami lowered his arms to Yuugi's waist and pulled him forward into his lap, an action that Yuugi whole-heartedly agreed to as he aided Yami in the gesture. His notebook was pushed aside as he settled himself, his legs straddling Yami's waist as he turned his face into Yami's hair, breathing in the clean scent and rubbing his face against the soft strands.

Yami kissed Yuugi's neck in appreciation, letting his fingers trail their way up Yuugi's spine and back again in soothing patterns. The tension between them melted away as there simply was no place for it anymore as the two held each other as close as physically possible. They remained in their embrace for a long time, letting their hands walk over each other's bodies, to comfort and reassure that all hard feelings between them were long forgotten.

Eventually Yami put his hand on Yuugi's chest and pulled away slowly, pausing long enough to place a lingering kiss on Yuugi's forehead. After the intimate gesture he placed his hands on Yuugi's hips and guided him as he turned him around so Yuugi was sitting in his lap with his back facing him. Yuugi looked back at Yami over his shoulder, a silent question held in his eyes as he watched Yami reach over and pick up his notebook.

Yami brought his arms around Yuugi's waist and held the book in front of him. He flipped to the page that held the first image of himself that he had seen and watched Yuugi's expression. Yuugi was surprised at first, then calm, then slightly embarrassed as he realized that Yami knew that the drawing was of him. He looked sideways at Yami, his embarrassment only growing as he saw the playful smirk on Yami's face.

Yami rested the notebook in Yuugi's lap before he unfolded the second drawing, doing so slowly as he was enjoying Yuugi's attempt to both scowl at him and keep himself from smiling. It created quite a unique and endearing expression on his lover's face. Yuugi finally abandoned his scowl and allowed himself to smile at his drawing, taking it from Yami's hand and leaning back into his chest with a contented sigh as he felt Yami's arms welcome him by wrapping around his waist.

"You're rather vain, aren't you?" Yuugi teased as he traced the image on the paper, the one he had drawn for Pegasus. "Sitting here looking at pictures of yourself." He chuckled. "Have you no modesty?"

Yami turned his head and looked at Yuugi, raising what Yuugi could only describe as a very dignified eyebrow at him. It was as if he were asking Yuugi if he would be modest if he looked that good. Yuugi didn't even try to fight the smile or the laugh that bubbled up inside him.

"I can see you don't. But then again..." he paused as he tapped Yami on the nose, an action that had become one of his favorite things to do because it always made Yami scrunch up his face in the most adoring of manners. "... One as beautiful as you should never be modest."

Yami nipped at the finger that had tapped his nose when an idea struck him. He turned back to Yuugi's notebook and flipped through the pages until he found one that was blank. He then looked at Yuugi expectantly, waiting for him to understand what he wanted.

Yuugi immediately understood what Yami wanted to do and reached over to his desk, grabbing one of his spare pencils and handing it to Yami. Yami transferred the pencil to his left hand before leaning over Yuugi's shoulder and beginning his work. Yuugi settled himself more fully against Yami and watched quietly as Yami started his drawing. It was fascinating for him to watch Yami draw. Since he was left handed, his strokes along the paper appeared foreign and awkward to Yuugi. It looked like Yami was trying to do everything backwards. And yet, as the image became more defined, it was obvious that Yami knew exactly what he was doing.

At one point Yami halted his drawing and pulled back, releasing his hold on the notebook and raising his hand to Yuugi's chin. Pinching his chin between his fingers, he turned Yuugi's head to the side so he could see his profile. Yuugi closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, sticking his nose high in the air in a very regal and pompous manner. Yami snorted lightly, gently shoving Yuugi's head to the side playfully once he had seen what he had needed to see. Yuugi laughed softly as he pressed his nose against the side of Yami's face, doing everything in his power to distract Yami from his drawing.

Yami couldn't keep the smirk from his face as Yuugi pawed at him for the duration of his drawing, lengthening the time it took him to complete it considerably. Not that he minded, or encouraged any of the behavior by gracing Yuugi with his most suggestive and seductive gazes. To which Yuugi would grace him with his brilliant smile and continue in his efforts to distract Yami and earn himself another one of those smoldering glances.

Eventually the drawing was finished, and Yami sat back so Yuugi could admire his work. Yuugi's mouth opened in awe as he looked at the image of himself. The style of the sketch was clearly Egyptian, sharp angles encompassing his body, his eye one of the main focal points of the image. The man in the sketch was leaning against an intricately carved chair, one arm draped over it casually and his profile facing the viewer of the image. Even though the detail was not there, Yuugi could sense the importance of the chair by the few details Yami had added.

The man was barefoot, his legs crossed lazily and covered by a pair of sheer, slightly billowy pants that served only to accentuate the curve of his legs. The rim of the pants were low, molding to his hips and dipping low enough to reveal his navel. The man wore only a simple vest to cover his chest, the material falling a good three inches short of the pants and hanging open to reveal the slender chest. Few jewels adorned the man, Yami having decided that no gold could possibly make an image of Yuugi any more exquisite than he was in person. A wrist band on one arm, an intricate arm band curling itself around an upper arm, a thin necklace that emphasized the slender curve of the neck and shoulders.

The final pieces of the attire included two small, simple earrings on the visible ear, no doubt matching pieces to be found on the other. Across the man's forehead rested a single band, comprised of a silver and emerald cord wrapped around each other as they made their way across the smooth skin.

Yuugi was touched beyond words with Yami's depiction of him. There was a simple elegance to the image, one that Yuugi had never thought he had possessed. He traced the image with his finger slowly, having to convince himself that this was indeed an image of himself. It was how Yami saw him. He took a deep breath as Yami leaned forward, wrapping an arm around his waist and one around his chest and pulling him back into himself as he rested his chin on Yuugi's shoulder.

Yuugi squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stop the tear from spilling over his lashes. He understood now how much Yami loved him, how devoted he was to him. It was an almost overwhelming knowledge, and Yuugi found himself welcoming the suffocating embrace. He wanted to drown in the feeling, and would have refused any rescue attempt made on his behalf. Yuugi turned to look at Yami, careful not to interrupt the embrace, love, devotion, and sincerity glistening from his eyes.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with the emotions he was feeling.

Yami's eyelids lowered as he recognized the tone of Yuugi's voice. He tilted his head down so he could rub his nose against Yuugi's, sighing as Yuugi made a soft mewling sound at the intimate touch. Yami's bangs had fallen forward, creating a golden screen that hid their actions from the outside world. Both pairs of eyes were nearly closed, waiting in anticipation for Yami to speak and allow them to answer the call of the heat within their bodies.

"Tw iw pey-i enh, Yuugi," Yami said quietly, his voice deep and filled with raw emotion. Yuugi shuddered as Yami called him by his name for the first time, the familiar tingle of excitement lighting its way over his skin. He raised his hand to the back of Yami's neck, his fingers brushing lightly against his hairline as he pulled himself closer to his desire. Yami leaned down to meet him, pausing long enough to whisper a final message. "SxA pn."

As he finished speaking Yami closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Yuugi's. The fingers in Yami's hair gripped the strands more forcefully as Yuugi submerged himself in Yami's kiss. Yami almost immediately ran his tongue over Yuugi's lips, urgently asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Yuugi instantly parted his lips, his desires running parallel to Yami's own.

Their passion was fueled by the fear they had endured from their first fight, a new urgency coursing through them to prove to the other the depth and sincerity of their love. The need to feel this emotion from the other was almost as powerful. The kiss quickly progressed, Yami suckling on Yuugi's lips for what seemed barely a moment before pushing his tongue into the warm cavern of Yuugi's pliant mouth and seeking out his tongue. Yuugi meet him with an equal passion, his tongue more than willing to spar with Yami's.

An almost continuos litany of soft moans and urgent mewls spilled from Yuugi as Yami continued to dominate him. His grip was possessive, one hand clenching Yuugi's shoulder, the other falling to the hem of Yuugi's shirt and purposefully pushing it aside so it could caress the smooth skin of Yuugi's chest and stomach. Yuugi could have sworn his skin was on fire as Yami's hand continued its intricate assault on his chest, rapidly tracing patterns along his skin and leaving a burning, but not unpleasant, sensation on his skin.

Both men ignored the sound of Yuugi tossing his notebook to the floor, freeing his hand so he could twist around in Yami's arms and bring his hand around Yami's neck to join its partner in his hair. Yami shifted his weight so that Yuugi was now almost on his back with Yami leaning over him, one leg coming over Yuugi's waist and pinning him in place. Yuugi's body arched as the hand on his stomach moved to the small of his back, fingers dipping below the waistline of his pants as lust made its appearance and began to control Yami's actions.

Yuugi wasn't fairing much better as one of his hands fell from Yami's hair, down his chest, and without hesitation forced its way under his shirt. His fingers danced along the heated skin, savoring the feel of the muscles rippling under his touch. Yuugi was finding this dominating side of Yami to be extremely arousing, and was having no difficulty succumbing to Yami's every demand. His body writhed beneath Yami's, his skin shivering with every touch and caress, his lips burning with the heat from Yami's mouth as he continued to kiss his breath away.

Coherent thought was almost absent in Yami's mind as his carnal nature took over, lured out by the mewling, writhing body beneath his own. Every move Yuugi made brought their bodies in contact, and Yami was beginning to find that their clothing was nothing more than a hindrance to the situation. He growled low in his throat, pleased when Yuugi hungrily swallowed the sound and begged for more as he closed his lips around Yami's lower lip and began to nibble and suckle on it without mercy.

Yuugi got the growl he was after.

Yami was finally able to pull himself away, turning Yuugi so he was pinned fully beneath him, having grabbed both of his wrists and securing them next to his head on the pillows. Yuugi's breaths were short and ragged, much like Yami's own, and his face was lightly flushed with the heat of the moment.

But Yami was not about to allow Yuugi a moment to rest. What little part of his brain that was not seduced by Yuugi's scent and taste and texture remembered with a vivid clarity the treatment he had recieved the night before. Yuugi had both tortured and pleasured him to no end that night, and to Yami, turn about was fair play. He leaned down and kissed the front of Yuugi's neck, quickly kissing his way down Yuugi's chest to the hem of his shirt. Once there, Yami took the material in his teeth and pulled it up, revealing much of Yuugi's chest and stomach.

Purposefully not releasing his hold on Yuugi's wrists, which were writhing against their restraints, Yami proceeded to unleash his assault on Yuugi's chest. He kissed and licked and nipped his way along the edge of the shirt, driving Yuugi insane as he could only feel half of what Yami was doing because of the material. Yuugi didn't have time to curse his shirt as he had to gasp as Yami turned his attention onto his nipple. Yuugi had never realized how sensitive the nub of flesh was until Yami's tongue brushed over it, and he had to toss his head back at the shear force of the teasing pleasure he was receiving.

Yami continued to lap at Yuugi's nipple, his actions fueled by the moans and gasps from Yuugi that seemed to have no end. He groaned himself when Yuugi somehow managed to slip his leg between his, and on one powerful suck by Yami had bent that leg and brought it into jarring contact with Yami's groin. Yuugi lifted his head, unaware that he was the cause of the delicious sound Yami had made. Through the lust filled haze that clouded his mind, Yuugi realized exactly where his leg was and the reason Yami had halted his actions.

Yuugi's head fell back onto the pillow, a grin painting his face as he realized that he now had some leverage on the situation. Yami may be in control, but he was not in complete control. A fact made suddenly aware to Yami. After taking a couple of deep breaths to try and force the building desire back behind its dam, Yami lifted his darkened eyes to Yuugi, smirking at the grin he saw on his face. He lowered himself carefully onto Yuugi so that he was laying fully on top of him, releasing his wrists and propping his head on one hand while the other traced lazy patterns on Yuugi's exposed chest.

Yuugi blinked at the sudden lack of movement on Yami's part and lifted his head to see that Yami was now laying fully on top of him, the most gorgeous smirk on his face that Yuugi had ever seen. His breath still uneven from the power of their encounter, it took Yuugi's brain a moment to realize that Yami was toying with him. Yuugi found his own smirk as he reached behind his head and readjusted the pillows so they would support him in a manner that kept his head high enough that he could look at Yami without discomfort.

Placing one hand behind his head in what he deemed to be a relaxed manner, Yuugi rested his other hand just under his chin and out of the path of the hand that was currently pleasing his chest. He had all the appearance of a man simply resting on his bed, giving no indication to the compromising position he was in nor the actions he had been involved with just moments before.

"You're a tease, you know that?" Yuugi asked as Yami lowered his face to Yuugi's chest, rubbing his nose briefly against him before kissing him through his shirt. Yuugi smiled at the sensation, knowing that Yami was continuing to tease him by letting him feel the movement of his lips and tongue without actually being able to feel their heat and slickness. Yami moved his own leg forward, brushing pointedly against Yuugi's inner thigh, relaying the message that he too could play that game.

Yuugi chuckled at the action, raising his free hand and letting it fall back into Yami's long tresses. He lazily noted that that seemed to be his hand's favorite place to be, immersed in the soft ebony locks tinted with that vibrant red hue, entangling itself over and over again. Yami appeared to enjoy it as well as he released a large sigh and pulled himself up Yuugi's chest in response to the hand in his hair.

"How is it you do this to me?" Yuugi asked as Yami began to suckle the hollow of his neck, his tongue teasing and lapping at the soft skin. Yuugi found it imperative to talk at the moment. Otherwise he was going to lose the game and turn into a gigantic puddle at Yami's mercy. "How can you make me feel this good? Not just physically, though you are very... talented in that area..." There was a hitch in Yuugi's breath as Yami proceeded to climb up his neck, now leaving his mark on the sensitive skin just beneath Yuugi's chin.

"`Talented' is... is an understatement. But you make me feel good about myself. Something I've never really done before, until I met you. How long has it been? A week? Such a short... now that's not fair," Yuugi protested as Yami rubbed his leg further against his thigh as he moved on to nibble his ear and his hand found its way back under his shirt to play. "You're not supposed to be attacking me on three fronts, you cheater. I think... I think you are perfectly capable of seducing me by choosing one area to focus on."

Yami ignored him completely, much to Yuugi's delight as he brought the hand from beneath his head to trace it along Yami's arm. "You certainly are a complicated one, aren't you?" Yuugi asked as he continued his monologue. "Last night you needed me, this morning it was a mutual effort, and now here you are, completely in charge. Right where you like to be, I'll bet." Yuugi heroically fought the whimper that wanted to escape as Yami's hand found his neglected nipple and began to play with it. Yami's leg was creeping ever further up his thigh, and his mouth had now waged an all out war on his ear, licking and kissing and heating it with his hot breath.

Yuugi tried to swallow in an effort to fight the growing need of his body. He had underestimated Yami's talent in this area, and it was proving to be his downfall as he found himself willingly succumbing to the arousal Yami was infusing within his body. A smile flitted its way across his lips, a brief show of the internal happiness that was flooding Yuugi's soul.

Yuugi turned his head to the side as Yami moved his lips to his cheek, playing shy as he adverted the kiss Yami tried to give him. He heard Yami cluck his tongue in amusement. He was going to give in when he felt a tap on the end of his nose, his eyes snapping open at the scolding gesture. He turned his head so he could face Yami, their faces so close the small movement brushed their lips together and sent fire racing through both of them. Yuugi scowled lightly at his smirking lover who was obviously quite proud of himself for eliciting such a response with an action that was usually reserved for use against him.

Jou hesitantly knocked on the open door, his head lowered and his eyes adverted from the pair on the bed. He wrung his hands continuously and bit his lower lip in nervousness as he shifted his weight between his feet in a never ending motion. He winced as he heard a growl come from the bed, praying that Yami wouldn't kill him for interrupting yet another intimate moment between him and Yuugi.

"I'm sorry-"

"Not now Jou," Yuugi snapped, his agitation clearly evident in his voice. He kept his eyes locked on Yami, unwilling to forgo the heat of the moment for yet another chore.

Jou swallowed before he found the courage to speak again. "I know, I'm sorry," Jou tried again, doing his best to ignore the even more threatening growl Yami gave him. "Bu' it's import'nt. I wouldn' `ave come if it wasn'-"

"What could possibly be so important?" Yuugi whispered harshly. He nearly winced at the cruelty of his voice, a small amount of guilt eating at him for talking in such a manner to his best friend. But Yami had brought him further along than he had realized, and the sudden interruption left him moody and irritable, willing to do just about anything that would allow Yami to continue.

The fact that Yami was continuing to inch his leg further up his thigh wasn't helping matters any either.

"Someone's `ere ta see ya." Jou finally lifted his head so he could look Yuugi in the eye, emphasizing the urgency of the matter. He waited a moment to see if Yuugi would look at him, but was forced to continue without any acknowledgement as he recognized Yuugi's reluctance to advert his attention from Yami. "A policeman."

This did catch Yuugi's attention, his eyes, and finally his head turning to Jou as the weight of what his friend was saying penetrated his mind. Yami creased his brow, irritation melting away into a heightened state of alertness at the sudden change of Yuugi's aura.

"A policeman?" Yuugi asked slowly. "Why would he want to see me?"

"I dun know, Yug. Bu' he's pretty insisten' dat he speaks ta you, an' now." Jou looked over his shoulder, scowling at whatever it was he saw. "Couldn' he waita minute?" he asked no one, cursing under his breath as he stepped aside as the officer appeared in the doorway.

The policeman suddenly appeared, brushing past Jou and taking a step into the bedroom. Yuugi instantly felt uneasy about the man, unconsciously pulling himself closer to Yami in an effort to hide from the blank stare he was receiving.

This man... was not a man. Yuugi didn't know how to describe it, but he knew it was true. He was tall, with short, brown hair cut to fit under the cap that was essential to his uniform. There was nothing distinguishing about him other than his uniform, no eye-catching profile or rugged good looks that would cause anyone to take a second glance.

The policeman narrowed his eyes as he looked at Yuugi, recognition flitting its way over his features before disappearing back into the blank stare. He nodded his head towards Yuugi, indicating he wanted him to stand from the bed. Yuugi blinked slowly, not wanting to leave Yami's protective embrace, but not wanting to disregard the request of an officer.

Yuugi made to stand from the bed, but stopped when he heard Yami growl deep in his throat, too low for anyone but him to hear. He looked at Yami, unease swelling in him as he saw that Yami was baring his teeth at the officer, hate and displeasure pouring from every inch of his skin.

Jou's body stiffened as he witnessed the other three in the room. Yami was kneeling protectively over Yuugi, pinning him to the bed as he snarled at the officer, ensuring that Yuugi couldn't rise and no one could approach him. Jou's eyes widened slightly as he noticed Yami's free hand reaching for the side of the bed, his fingers gliding over the forgotten items until they curled around the puzzle. He looked quickly to the officer, his pulse quickening as he noticed him slowly raising his hand, his palm facing the bed.

Offensive positions. Yami and the officer were preparing to attack. Which could only mean one thing.

The Shadows were here.

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Translations:

Tw iw pey-i enh - You are my life

SxA pn - Remember this