Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Love ❯ High School Love chapter five ( Chapter 5 )

HIGH SCHOOL LOVE

 

CHAPTER 5

 

 

 

 

Yugi dried his spiky hair vigorously, enjoying the feel of clean skin once more. He'd had no idea he could get so sweaty and dirty following a soccer game. He supposed it was because he had been so caught up in the game, plus he had been driven by the fierce determination to make Yami proud of him. However, once the initial euphoria had died, he had become aware of how grimy he was, thanks to his running around, and the dust kicked up by everyone's feet. The fact that the sun had been beating down so mercilessly on the stadium hadn't helped any, and he had been left feeling twice as icky afterwards. He had been a little embarrassed to let Yami take his hand after the game, but the elder teen hadn't been at all bothered by the fact that his smaller companion was hot, sweaty, and sticky all over. He'd just taken Yugi's hand without any hesitation on his part whatsoever, an immensely gratifying gesture that left a warm feeling in the pit of Yugi's stomach.

 

At the moment, however, he had a more pressing need. He'd changed into his soccer uniform in his own dorm room before hurrying to the stadium for the game, but because he had used the shower in Yami's dorm room, he had no clothes with him to change into. And he wasn't too sure if the senior would let him borrow some clothes until he could fetch his own later. Oh well. There was only one way to find out.

 

He cracked the bathroom door open. Yami was sprawled on the bed, reading a magazine and listening to the radio. He was barefoot, with a light cotton shirt worn loose over his school pants. The shirt was open to the waist, and Yugi nearly died from the intense wave of emotion that struck him at the sight of the elder teen's bare chest. Gods. He was getting hard. Still, the matter of clothes was far more important right now than controlling the urge to pounce on Yami and fuck him senseless. “Yami?” he ventured in a timid voice, hating it for its quaver. Godammit, why did Yami have to be so sexy? It just wasn't fair sometimes.

 

“What is it?” he answered, looking up with a smile that took Yugi's breath away.

 

Yugi squirmed a little, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. This was SO embarrassing. “I was wondering if I could borrow something to wear, just for a little while, till I can get back to my own room and change.”

 

“Sure,” Yami answered, getting to his feet in one graceful movement, turning Yugi's legs to jelly anew. He pulled a black sleeveless top and some matching pants out of his wardrobe, together with clean boxers. “They might be a little too big for you,” the elder teen said, as he laid the items on the bed, “but they should do. Come on out and get changed.”

 

Yugi choked and turned beet red. Yami cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “It's not like I don't know what you look like without clothes on,” he said casually, laughing when Yugi turned even redder.

 

“That's not funny,” the shorter of the two hissed, feeling like his face was going to catch fire if he blushed any harder.

 

“I'm sorry,” Yami said, actually managing to look and sound contrite, even though it was spoilt a little by the fact that his lips were twitching and his eyes were twinkling with amusement. “I'll turn my back if it'll make you feel better.”

 

“You'd better not peek,” Yugi warned, tightening the towel around his waist before opening the door further and scurrying to the bed. Yami kept his back obediently turned as the younger of the two let the towel fall to the floor before scooping up the clothes and hurrying them on. A tingle made its way across his skin as he realized anew just whose clothes he was putting on, and as he did up the belt on his pants, he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the touch of clean fabric rubbing gently across his skin. It was like the softest of sea breezes, but there was something else, something barely defined, but present, a feeling of safety, of comfort, of familiarity. It was strange, getting such a feeling from ordinary clothes, but these particular garments belonged to Yami. And Yami made him feel safe and comfortable. They didn't have to be touching for Yugi to get that feeling; he got it from just being in the same room as Yami, and he hugged this feeling to himself like he would hug… well, Yami. He suddenly wondered if the taller of the two would let him keep his borrowed clothes. A small smile crossed his face. Yami would probably have no objections.

 

“You done?” the object of his affections asked at that moment. Yugi “eeped” and blushed again. “Uh, yeah,” he answered, feeling that he wanted nothing more than to sink into the earth and die.

 

Yami turned, nodding with approval. “They fit very well on you,” he remarked, coming over to Yugi and tugging lightly at the belt to test its fit. He heard the shorter teen's sharp intake of breath at this contact, and gave him another reassuring smile. “It's okay,” he said gently, cupping Yugi's face lightly in his hand. “I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. I promise.”

 

Yugi closed his eyes in relief and sighed lightly, nestling his face into Yami's hand, loving the feel of the elder teen's hand on his skin. “That's good,” he said softly. Then he hit himself mentally. Gods, had his brain gone on holiday? He didn't want Yami to get the wrong message from that statement!

 

Yami didn't notice anything amiss, it seemed. “Is there anything you want to do to celebrate your team's win?” he asked, stroking Yugi's cheek lightly, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure the younger of the two was making. “Privately, I mean, just the two of us.”

 

“I don't know,” Yugi admitted. To be honest, the thought of being alone with Yami for any extended period of time both excited and frightened him. A very light sweat broke out on his face, and Yami leant down so he could place his cheek against Yugi's in a reassuring gesture. He sensed the smaller teen's emotions as clearly as if they were his own, and he knew that his doppelganger was still unused to the fact that they were so close to being something more than friends, if he wanted it still, of course. Yami wasn't going to rush him. He'd made that promise last night, and he was going to keep it. He was content to let matters proceed at their own pace.

 

“It's okay,” he said again. “I understand how you're feeling. Joey, Tristan and Duke are going out tonight to celebrate. We'll go with them, if that's what you want.”

 

Yugi nodded. “Please,” he said softly, his voice shaking a little. Yami nuzzled his cheek before straightening and taking the smaller teen's hands in his.

 

“Then I guess we can consider it a date, if you want to think of it like that,” he said, and Yugi nodded shyly, looking into Yami's eyes with timid adoration. The elder teen melted on the spot at the sight of that gaze. Gods - was it possible that love at first sight really existed? If that was the case, then he had fallen, and fallen HARD.

 

 

 

 

As it turned out, the night on the town never happened. Tristan got into a minor scuffle with Bakura Geisuke, and both teens were given weekend detention. Duke ended up taking Serenity Wheeler out for a date, and Joey was laid up in the sick bay with a mild case of food poisoning, thanks to some food gone sour. He wasn't the only one; other students were laid low with an attack of gastro. So Yugi and Yami were more or less left to their own devices.

 

Yugi was relieved that it would be just him and Yami tonight, and a little scared at the same time. He knew that Yami wanted to spend some quiet time with him, but at the same time, he was worried about what would happen. Yami had reassured him on more than one occasion that nothing would happen without his wanting it to, but the smaller teen still couldn't help but be scared as he made his way back to Yami's dorm room, after having finished his homework. {Man, why am I being such a wimp?} he demanded crossly of himself as he rounded the corner into the seniors' corridor. {It's not like he's going to throw me down on the bed and fuck my brains out. So why am I so scared of spending a little time alone with him?}

 

He knew the answer even before the question had formed in his mind. He was scared of being alone with his crush. There was no underlying cause for this fear. He was scared, pure and simple, and that was all there was to it. And the only way to cure that fear was to spend time alone with the object of his affections, and to not let his fear get in the way and hamper the growing bond between them. His fear was going to ruin everything if he didn't get it under control, and he was going to get it under control even if it killed him.

 

 

 

 

Yugi triumphantly slapped a card down. “Uno,” he declared.

 

Yami smirked. “Not so fast,” he drawled, laying a card of his own down. “Draw Two, kiddo.”

 

Yugi scowled. “You cheated,” he accused, as he picked two cards up. “That was a cheap shot.”

 

“Really?” Yami said casually, raising an eyebrow as he laid a card of his own down. “Uno. Sorry. Joke's on you, now.”

 

Scowling again, Yugi looked at his cards. He grinned suddenly. “I don't think so,” he countered. He laid a card down. “I change the colour to green.”

 

“Aw damn,” Yami complained, drawing another card from the pile. His scowl deepened when he saw the card he had drawn, and Yugi grinned ferally as he laid a second card down. “Uno,” he declared once more.

 

Yami growled as he picked a third card up. “You're a rotten little cheater,” he accused. Yugi poked his tongue out as he laid his last card down.

 

“I didn't see you playing a pristine game yourself,” he retorted, sitting back against the bed, watching in amusement as Yami threw his last cards down in disgust. “You played a few shoddy moves yourself, y'know.”

 

“I'll have you know that I am a master Uno player,” Yami shot back, as he gathered the cards up and started shuffling them once more. “I have never been beaten in all my years of playing, and I will not break that record on account of you.”

 

“Really?” Yugi said sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear. “I didn't see your track record improve by much tonight. I beat you three times in a row. Where's your record now?”

 

Yami growled and abandoned the cards so he could tackle Yugi and pin him down. “I'll teach you to talk to a master Uno player in such a disgraceful fashion,” he breathed, slender fingers finding Yugi's sensitive sides. He was rewarded when Yugi squirmed under him, howling with laughter, and, encouraged, the elder teen started tickling him mercilessly. Yugi laughed until his ribs ached.

 

“Alright! Alright! I'm sorry,” he finally managed to gasp out. “I didn't mean to be so disrespectful. Lemme up!”

 

“Do you promise to treat me with the respect due me?” Yami asked in a mock-serious tone, pausing for a moment.

 

“Yes! Yes! Just lemme up! I gotta go to the bathroom!” Yugi cried, squirming helplessly under the older teen's weight. He didn't realize it, but his fears had vanished like snow in the sun. Had he taken a moment to analyse the cause of his feeling so much more at ease around the object of his affections, he would have seen that Yami had sensed just how great his unspoken fears were, and had used his tickle attack to put the junior's mind at rest and assure him without words that nothing would happen unless they both wanted it to.

 

Yami sat back, allowing Yugi to wriggle free and bolt into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door, and the senior allowed himself a moment of laughter. Gods Yugi was so cute sometimes. It was hard to believe that he was sixteen. His cherubic face and large amethyst eyes, plus his small stature, created an image of innocence and childlikeness that was extremely endearing. Yami found himself wondering how on earth he could have missed seeing Yugi before Wednesday. He must have seen him a million times before actually noticing him properly for the first time, and he was puzzled as to why he hadn't noticed him long before this. Yugi deserved to be noticed for who he was, not because whoever saw him felt a need to be friends with him because they pitied him. That was no basis for a friendship. Tea had done the smaller teen a great wrong, and Yami made a silent vow to himself, that he would never, under any circumstances, treat Yugi like a child. Yugi was old enough to look after himself. He had done it before Yami had met him, and he would continue to do so. He didn't need to be babysat.

 

Yami was brought out of his reverie by a not-so-gentle pillow to the face. He shook his head and glared at Yugi, standing in front of him with an innocently cute look on his face that was belied by the pillow he held in his hands. “Is something the matter?” he asked.

 

“Why yes, as a matter of fact there is,” Yami said, standing with a fluid grace that turned Yugi's legs to jelly. He walked calmly to his bed, picked up a second pillow, and advanced on the junior, who “eeped” and backed away. “I have to take care of a shrimp who thinks he can belt me in the face with a pillow and get away with it.” Having said that, Yami attacked with the swiftness of a striking snake, and Yugi squeaked, bringing up his own pillow to defend himself just in time.

 

 

 

 

Yugi won the pillow fight, and he was now perched on Yami's stomach, grinning down at the defeated senior. He held the elder teen's wrists in one hand, and with the other he was busy combing the spiked hair into some order. Yami submitted himself to the younger teen's ministrations with a passive face, but his crimson eyes gleamed with something that both frightened and excited Yugi at the same time, although he couldn't have said why. It was a look that said, “Don't think I'm going to let you get away with this. I will get payback. Your punishment is merely suspended.”

 

“There,” Yugi said, sitting back and observing his handiwork with a satisfied eye. “You look less like someone who just stuck their finger in a power socket.” The mental image these words conjured up made him giggle, and Yami smiled.

 

“Thank you for your accurate observation,” he said, shifting a little so that Yugi's weight - slight though it was - wouldn't flatten him completely. The younger teen released his wrists and sat back, looking very much like the cat that had eaten an entire can of cream. “I must admit, you do have a way with words.”

 

“Why thank you,” Yugi said, smiling down at the elder teen. “You're not half bad yourself. But I do have to say that you are rather poor at Uno. I can't believe a master like you would let yourself be beaten three times by a poor rookie like me. Where's that master touch you boasted about, hm?”

 

“I thought we agreed you were going to treat me with more respect,” Yami warned, grinning.

 

Yugi grinned back. “I don't recall making such a promise,” he retorted.

 

“Really?” Yami's hands snaked up in a very suggestive fashion. “Maybe I should refresh your memory.”

 

“Oh know you don't.” Yugi quickly caught his wrists and held them. “I'm not letting you tickle me into submission again.”

 

Yami feigned hurt. “I thought you liked being at my mercy,” he said, pretending to pout.

 

“Maybe I did,” Yugi said, “but having you at MY mercy is a lot more fun.” His fingers were lightly tracing the bones in Yami's wrists as he said this, and the frivolity melted away, replaced by something much more serious and tender. Yami watched the change in mood with interest as he allowed Yugi's fingers to explore. His amethyst eyes were soft and curious, and his lips were parted slightly, a look of intense concentration on his cherubic face as he let his fingers intertwine with Yami's. The elder teen smiled at this contact, and Yugi returned it, squeezing his hands gently. “Your hands are very soft,” he said, and Yami smiled again.

 

“Thank you. Yours aren't too bad, either,” he remarked, watching Yugi's face flush with pleasure at this compliment. The smaller teen then climbed off, still holding Yami's hands, and the elder sat up, crossing his legs and stroking Yugi's fingers with his, returning the earlier favour. The junior closed his eyes, letting his other senses take over. He gradually became aware of the stillness of the room, broken only by the faintest of breezes, whispering in the trees outside. There was also a very, very faint murmur; the sea down in Domino Harbour was at peace tonight.

 

Yami had a very nice cologne, he noticed, and it mingled with the scent of the cherry tree right outside the open window. He also noticed for the first time that Yami's fingers were calloused just on the tips, but it was a very pleasant contrast to the rest of his hands, which were as soft as silk. His own fingers came back to life, pulling gently back from Yami's so he could run them up the other teen's arms. He felt a slight movement of the bed as the senior shifted position to allow him better access.

 

He traced patterns over Yami's shoulders, coming to rest at last on his collarbone. He could feel the pulse beating strongly in the other teen's neck, and he let his fingers rest there for a moment, gradually feeling his own heartbeat come into sync with the other's - two heartbeats sounding together as one, in perfect harmony with each other, neither one so much as a second out of time. Yugi felt warmth spreading from the pit of his stomach, travelling along his arms and legs, until he was warm all over, every nerve end tingling, little sparks seeming to shoot out like tiny fireworks as he listened to his own heartbeat, and felt Yami's heart beat in time with his. It was such a harmonious sound that he forgot for the moment where he was, lost in the perfect rhythm of their beating hearts.

 

Yami watched Yugi's face assume an expression of complete and utter peace, and he smiled as he gently removed the younger teen's fingers so he could hold those delicate hands in his again. Yugi's face never changed, and Yami leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against the smaller teen's forehead.

 

Yugi's breath hitched in his throat when he felt that silksoft contact brushing against his skin, and he shivered, tingles of pleasure running down his spine. He unconsciously leaned forward, seeking more of something he couldn't name, but which he needed desperately, without knowing that he needed it so much.

 

He was rewarded when Yami's lips left his forehead and pressed softly, gently, against his own, and he was content with that. He had longed for another kiss ever since Yami had stolen his first one two days ago, and now he had it. The small ache he had never been aware of until just now was gone, and he smiled when Yami sat back, opening his eyes so he could look into those intense crimson ones, the eyes that had captured him so completely, body and soul, when he had looked into those brilliant orbs for the first time.

 

“Thank you,” he said softly.

 

“What for?” Yami wanted to know, smiling back.

 

Yugi struggled to find the words he needed to express exactly what he was feeling. “I don't know. I just… it's really hard to explain. It felt like something was missing here” - he touched his heart as he said this - “and when you kissed me just now, it didn't feel like there was anything missing any more.”

 

“I'm very glad I provided the solution to your problem,” Yami joked, but he looked very touched by the compliment nevertheless.

 

Yugi smiled and then looked at the clock. “It's getting late,” he remarked, surprised.

 

Yami looked at the clock in his turn, and an elegant eyebrow lifted. “Looks like it's way past your bedtime,” he said, and Yugi giggled as he got off the bed. “I guess so, he agreed reluctantly. He didn't really want to leave, but like he had said, it was getting late. It was already quarter past 11, and he was starting to feel tired. “I'll see you tomorrow?” he asked, pausing at the door and looking back over his shoulder. The anxious inquiry in his face and voice tugged at Yami's heartstrings, and he got up to come join the smaller teen at the door.

 

“Of course,” he said, taking Yugi into his arms and hugging him closely. “I'll take you into the city tomorrow. It's the weekend, after all. We can spend as much time together as you want.”

 

Yugi sighed with relief and hugged Yami back. “Thank you,” he said. He then pulled back and kissed Yami shyly on the cheek. “What time will I see you?”

 

“How about you come here as soon as you're up?” Yami suggested. “You can haul me out of bed by the scruff of my neck and we can have breakfast together. Then we can shower, dress, and head into the city at our own pace.”

 

Yugi nodded. “Okay,” he said. He then kissed Yami again. “G'night. Thanks for coming to the game today. I wanted to score that goal for you, and I feel like I've won more than just a soccer game.” He then left before a surprised Yami could say anything, and the crimson-eyed senior watched him go with some amazement. He slowly closed the door once Yugi had disappeared around the corner and sat back on the bed, a thoughtful expression on his face, one hand resting on the cheek where Yugi had kissed him. He had had no idea the junior had attached such importance to his being there at the game. Had he known, he would have made sure he was there from the very start. He felt a little guilty that he had had to be dragged there by the scruff of the neck, but in the end, it hadn't mattered. Yugi had played that game for him more than anything else, and he was never going to forget hearing the junior's voice as he shot that final goal to win the game.

 

“THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, YAMI!”

 

The senior remembered the shiver that had travelled down his spine at those words, and at the knowledge of Yugi's complete and utter trust in him, so complete that he had played as Yami had been there the whole time, and he had scored that goal for him.

 

Yami smiled again as he got up to start getting ready for bed. Yugi had said he had won more than a soccer game, and Yami knew what that feeling was like. He had won too, even though he hadn't played, even though nothing had been said between them yet that would make them more than friends. They had both won today, and Yami knew that this was going to be something remembered by the both of them for a very long time to come.

 

 

 

 

Yugi snuggled contentedly under his blankets, watching the moon shining through his open window. He felt very warm and happy, like he was all wrapped up in a blanket of sunlight, and as his eyes drifted closed, he knew that from now on, he was never going to be afraid ever again. Yami had come to his game. He didn't know for how long the senior had been there, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that Yami had seen him score that final goal. That was the most important thing, so far as he was concerned. He was never going to doubt the senior's feelings for him again. It sure made up for the somewhat shaky start they had had to their friendship, and Yugi was very glad they'd cleared up matters between them. Quite apart from the strong attraction that existed between them, he liked Yami very much. He still wasn't sure just how strong his feelings for the elder teen were, but he was content with the way things were between them. He certainly didn't want to complicate things any further by introducing the word “love” into the equation again. Yami and he were friends; maybe they were even an unofficial couple, given the few kisses and caresses they had shared so far, but Yugi couldn't have asked for more. He was very content with what they shared. And there was all the time in the world for them to become so much more down the track. Now that he was assured that Yami really did like him, he could relax and let go of his fears once and for all as he drifted into a contented sleep.

 

 

 

 

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