Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Guess It was in the Cards ❯ First Time ( Chapter 8 )

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had been planning to post this tommorrow, but I got it ready early, and couldn't wait. These are the two chapters I'm most nervous about. After all, if you're telling a Yami/Seto story, the moment they become Yami/Seto has to be done right. It's PG-13 so it's not graphic, or detailed, but, given the characters, I tried to make it intense and emotionally true. It wound up being a thin line, so I'm kind of on pins and needles to know how you think it turned out.

I posted Chapters 8 & 9 at the same time because they contrast Yami and Seto's POV, and they are meant to be read together. For that reason, additional Author's Notes are at the end of Chapter 9.

CHAPTER 8: FIRST TIME

YAMI'S NARRATIVE

"Do you remember our first duel?" Kaiba asked drowsily.

"Yes."

Considering that he had ended up thrust into the Duel Monsters world and killed by his own demons, I wouldn't have thought it would be a happy memory, but the brunette was smiling.

"Do you remember the Blue Eyes? He was so cool." He said, unconsciously repeating his words from that first meeting.

"I remember."

But what I recalled most, was not the beast, but the look of joy on Kaiba's face as the Blue Eyes had taken flight; the first and last time I had seen a look of pure wonder in his eyes. It had only lasted a moment, then they had clouded over with pain, before emptying of all emotion when the dragon had destroyed itself rather than obey his command. I suddenly wondered if he had ripped the card in cold calculation or jealous rage.

"I've tried to recreate that Blue Eyes since, and I've never gotten it right," he murmured wistfully. "Maybe it's because he was never really mine."

"Do you want me to?" I asked. I've tried never to use the power of the Shadow Realm frivolously, but this didn't feel trivial. And Kaiba had never come this close to asking me for anything before.

Suddenly the Blue Eyes hovered over the bed. But it wasn't Sugoroku's lost dragon. It was Kaiba's. Proud and indomitable it rose, arching its neck, bellowing a challenge to the world. It could be defeated in battle, all things could, but it would never concede an inch, would never surrender. This monster would never betray him. His soul was safe in its keeping.

"Is that what you see when you look at my Blue Eyes?" he whispered, awed.

"No. That's what I see when I look at you."

Kaiba stared at me, his lips parted, and I could not resist. I leaned forward to kiss him softly. Raised my hand to brush his long hair gently from his eyes; to caress his face. His eyes were dark, the blue swallowed by the black of his pupils. He looked stunned, as if he didn't know that people could touch each other with anything but anger. His breath came out in a quick exhalation, and I kissed him again, tasting his lips, his tongue, running my hand through his cinnamon and chocolate hair.

He responded, but slowly, as if suddenly asked to speak an unfamiliar language. I could feel his pulse beating under his jaw. I kissed it, then followed the slender column of his neck, unbuttoning his shirt. He shivered and moaned softly. But his stillness, his very pliancy worried me, and his hands were still clenched, as if expecting a blow.

It felt right to be embracing him now, after holding him through all those nights, but I hesitated. I was not afraid I had confused my desires with his. I could not have mistaken the response running through him, but I was afraid of damaging his formidable defenses. I knew how fragile his heart was: I had been the one to shatter it, and I had promised Mokuba not to hurt him further. But my slight withdrawal seemed to have broken some restraint in Kaiba, and he pulled me to him, kissing me with all the fierceness in his dragon's heart. He clung to me for balance, thrown by the sudden force of his emotions.

I was proud of my dragon. His inexperience was profound. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this. He had clearly never touched another human being with the expectation of giving or receiving pleasure. And it was obvious that he was afraid of giving me this much insight into his heart. Yet like his dragons, he would not retreat, but matched my passion with his own. He kissed me with the desperation and slender hope of a drowning man tossed a thin and uncertain lifeline. I was awed by the extent of his trust, and its fragility. Of all the things I had expected to find at the core of Kaiba's soul, innocence and trust were the most unexpected, and the most precious.

I had not thought much beyond my own desires. After holding his sleeping form, I wanted to feel him respond to me, to hear his moans, to arouse his passions, to feel him move beneath me, and finally after centuries, to claim his as my own, to possess him. It was only afterwards that I realized a soul had been entrusted to my keeping.

It was even later, as I cradled his sleeping form in my arms, that I realized throughout the night we had shared, although I had unbuttoned it, he avoided removing his shirt.