Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lessons Of Love ❯ Third Date and a Lemon ( Chapter 3 )

Lessons of Love

By Terendel

Pairings: Yami/Yugi

Rating: NC-17

Note to Jadesaber: If you thought Yami was romantic in the last part, wait until you read this one!

Both had been too tired to do anything more than curl up and sleep. Well, Yugi slept. He'd never been sure if his yami slept, or if he just lay still and pretended to.

The next morning, Yugi again woke in his own bed. Stretching, he felt better than he had in weeks. The dates had gone well. All seemed to have been resolved with his yami. Suddenly, he groaned. All that remained was...school. And the awful realization that he had spent his weekend doing almost everything except his homework. Slowly, he dragged himself from the comfort of his bed. Maybe if he hurried, he could finish most of it.

By skipping breakfast and taking a very short shower, he managed to finish most of his homework. Hurrying to school, he realized his other half hadn't said anything to him all morning, which was unusual. Usually, they exchanged "good mornings" at the very least. Cautiously, he probed at the link. It was silent, but not blocked. Yugi frowned as he got the definite sense of "Do Not Disturb." But nothing seemed to be wrong. Shrugging, he entered the school. Well, he supposed even his yami liked a bit of privacy now and again.

He'd been worried that things would be awkward with Anzu, but she was her normal, cheerful self. Neither of them had said anything about their dates to Jounouchi or Honda, wanting to avoid the inevitable questions and good-natured ribbing.

All in all, except for the surprise quiz in Biology, it was a good day, and Yugi walked home content, his good mood from the morning still present. He tested the link again. /Yami?/

This time he got a response. //Come see me after you finish your homework.// Sense of secretive pleasure. //And be prepared to stay a while.//

That was all. The link gently closed before Yugi could ask what was up. Frowning, wondering, he entered his home. Whatever was up, his other half seemed pleased about it, so Yugi decided not to worry.

After helping his grandpa with the cooking and the dishes, Yugi retreated to his room to tackle his homework. Calculus so absorbed him that he totally lost track of time. Suddenly he became aware of a presence beside him, and he jumped.

Yami stood beside his desk, hands in his pockets, foot soundlessly tapping the floor. "Aibou? Are you ever going to finish?"

Yugi sheepishly glanced up at his other half. "Sorry. This stuff is really hard tonight."

Yami examined the paper. "Looks done enough to me. Why don't you shower and join me?" He started to fade out but, just before he vanished completely, he added, "And wear something comfortable."

Yugi frowned at the last. His other half had never before suggested what he should wear in the soul room. What was Yami up to tonight? Shrugging, he gathered up his papers and padded to the shower. He'd find out soon enough.

Emerging from the shower, he dried off and quickly dressed in comfortable jeans and a tight-fitting, sleeveless black t-shirt. Comfortable didn't necessarily exclude looking good, and he hoped he'd have a reason tonight to want to look good for his other half. Settling himself in bed, he made the transition to his soul room.

When he arrived, he felt a hand grip his shoulder, and he jumped.

//Easy, aibou. It's only me.//

Yugi started to turn, but the strong hand prevented him. //Not yet. Close your eyes.//

/Why?/

A deep chuckle. //It's a surprise. If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?//

Yugi nodded. "All right, then," he said out loud. He closed his eyes and waited. The hand urged him forward, and Yugi took a hesitant step.

//Trust me, aibou. Would I let you fall?//

The husky tone in his other half's mind voice sent anticipatory shivers down Yugi's spine, but the spirit was right. He never had, and Yugi knew he never would. He walked forward, this time in complete confidence that he would be led, and led well.

Out of his soul room and down the hallway he let himself be led. The hand on his shoulder nudged him to turn, and Yugi stepped into what had to be his other half's soul room. But he stopped no more than one step inside. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell that the room was different than before.

He had the impression of more space than a single room. He briefly flashed to the time he had been here with Shadi, but this was different from that as well. Then, his other half's room had been a maze of stairs and passages, filled with traps and danger. But Yugi sensed no danger. Curling his toes, he thought he felt the cool dampness of...grass? A warm breeze drifted past, caressing his cheek. His nose twitched at the odor of damp earth and fallen leaves.

"Yami?"

"Open your eyes, aibou," came the response from behind him.

Yugi did so and gasped. His earlier impressions had been correct. He was not in a room. Instead, he opened his eyes onto a moonlit field. Night birds called in the sky above, and the tall grass waved gently under the argent glow of a harvest moon. He turned to face his other half, and his eyes widened. Instead of Yami's usual tailored jacket and slacks, the spirit wore only skin-tight black leather pants and knee-high boots. The puzzle hung slack on a smooth chest, naked flesh gleaming in the silvery half-light.

"Yami?" he asked again, unable to utter anything more complicated than the one-word question.

His other half laughed, the sound coming deep from his chest. His eyes flashed crimson as their burning gaze traveled up and down Yugi's trim body. "I see you paid attention to my advice. Have I told you before how much I like to see you in that shirt?"

"N...no." Yugi stammered, his body heating under that fiery look.

Yami reached out a hand and drew his aibou to him, bending down to steal a brief kiss before saying, "Too bad. I will not make that mistake again."

Yugi blinked, enjoying the kiss but still confused. "How? Why?"

Yami laughed again. "This is as close as I've ever seen you to speechless." His eyes twinkled. "I should surprise you more often." He gestured around them. "I did not know if I could do this, but after last night, I knew that I had to try. I hope you like it, aibou."

Yugi nodded eagerly. "I do, but..."

Still keeping a strong arm around the boy, Yami started walking. Yugi followed, still in a daze. Their steps made little sound in the deep grass. As Yami spoke, he guided them to a nearby stand of trees. "Last night reminded me that there was more to...romance than a single room. I had a sudden longing to share the night with you. So I decided this morning to see if I could mold my room into something that was not a room." He swept his free arm in a wide circle. "And this was the result."

Yugi looked around with wide eyes. Everything was perfect. From the gentle breeze rustling the trees to the sound of a nearby brook, to the perfume of night-blooming flowers. "It's incredible, Yami." He turned to his other half. "And you did all of this...for me?"

Guiding him under the outstretched branches of a large tree, Yami shook his head. "No, aibou. I did it for us."

Unbidden, tears of pure joy formed in the corners of Yugi's eyes. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of them, afraid his other half would misunderstand. But the spirit reached out a gentle hand to catch the falling tears. "I understand." Yugi realized that identical tears glistened in Yami's eyes. "I feel the same way, beloved."

Yugi's entire body thrilled to hear that word from the lips of his yami, and he closed his eyes, afraid that when they opened, all would be revealed as just a dream.

A gentle kiss on his lips. "Fear not. This is no dream. And there is still more. Wait here for a moment."

Yugi opened his eyes in time to see his other half disappear behind the nearby trees. Confident that he would return soon, he watched the moonlight shimmer on the gently rushing waters of the stream that lay just beyond the small stand of trees. The current moved hypnotically under the soft glow, and he felt his body relax, relieved of tension he had held so long that he had lost even the awareness of it.

A soft whicker brought him back to his surroundings. Turning, he saw Yami leading two horses, one of deepest black, the other a silvery grey that perfectly matched the glow of the moon. Yugi noticed with some hesitation that, though both steeds were saddled, the saddles were lacking stirrups.

A warm chuckle in his mind. //Silly boy. Have you forgotten that stirrups hadn't been invented in my time?//

"They are beautiful Yami, but I don't know how to ride."

Yami stepped forward and handed the reins of the grey to his aibou. "Don't worry. Because of the link, in this place you can draw on my knowledge."

Yugi eyed the horse nervously but allowed his other half to give him a leg up. Once in the saddle, he found that he did know what to do, settling himself as if he'd been riding for years. He watched as Yami vaulted easily to the black's back, looking as if he'd been riding longer than he'd known how to walk. The spirit turned to him. "I have. My father put me on the back of a horse long before my legs could carry me faster than a toddle."

Yugi's eyes widened. "That's a more detailed memory than you've had before."

Yami nodded. "Yes, when I created the horses, I remembered learning to ride." He shrugged. "Nothing more, but it was pleasant to remember something of my past, no matter how small."

Kneeing his horse, Yami started off, past the trees and down by the small stream. Yugi followed, almost without thinking of what he was doing. They rode together, soft hoofbeats and the gentle murmur of the river the only sounds in the night. They felt no need to talk, content with each other's company and the movements of the horses beneath them.

Yugi had never ridden, had never realized the simple pleasure of rolling muscles and gentle gaited movements between his legs. Eventually impatient with the slow pace set by his other half, he urged his grey into a canter and then to a gallop. Pulling ahead of Yami, he turned mischievously. "Catch me, if you can." And with that he guided his horse out across the rolling field.

Glancing back, he saw Yami urging his steed to follow. The spirit had a huge smile spread over his face, the first such smile Yugi had ever seen on him. Grinning himself, he crouched low over the neck of his horse, moving in smooth rhythm with the beat of galloping hooves. When he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw that Yami's black had almost pulled even with him. As he watched, the dark steed stretched his neck, and both grey and black galloped in perfect rhythm, neck and neck, close enough that their riders could reach out and touch.

Perfect harmony flowed back and forth in the link between them.

After several minutes, Yugi slowed the pace, sensing his horse beginning to tire. Yami matched him, and they soon settled into a gentle trot.

"You learn quickly, aibou."

Yugi tossed his head and laughed. "A tribute to an excellent teacher." Riding seemed to have loosened his usual inhibitions. He felt ready for anything. He glanced sidewise at his other half. "Was riding the only thing you had planned for the evening?"

Ruby eyes flashed back at him. "No. I had other plans." He motioned to a small hut which had just appeared on the horizon. "Head over there."

Yugi nodded and tightened his legs, urging his grey into a canter. He suspected he knew what plans involved the hut, and he was eager.

Pulling up outside the small building, Yugi dismounted and dropped the reins. His grey began to contentedly munch on the tender grass. Yami gently landed beside him. Yugi could feel the warmth of his other half's body. "Will the horses stay? Or vanish when we go inside?"

Yami wrapped an arm around his aibou to lead him into the hut. "Whichever you prefer. As my creations, I can have them stay or go, as you wish."

Yugi leaned into the spirit, enjoying the contact. "Let them stay. I know they aren't real, but I like to pretend that they are."

The deep chuckle vibrated through the body pressed close to his. "As you wish. They will remain."

Yami opened the door and led them inside. Yugi glanced around curiously, not surprised to see simple furnishings: a fireplace, warm blaze already crackling pleasantly and in front of the fireplace lay a thick sheepskin. Just beyond both was a large, comfortable-looking bed. He nodded in approval.

"Anything else you can think of that we need?" Yami asked.

Yugi shook his head. "I think this will be enough."

Yami's arms turned him so that they were facing each other, hands clasped together. The spirit regarded him solemnly. "You do want this, don't you, aibou?"

Yugi's mouth went suddenly dry. He did want this, but now that the moment was here, he realized he had no idea what to do. Oh, he'd done some reading and had some idea of what to expect, but that was different from actually knowing.

//Aibou?// The mind voice was filled with concern.

Yugi shook his head. /No, I do want this, but.../ Suddenly he was shy about admitting his lack of experience.

The warm voice filled his mind and his soul. //Ah, I see. Don't worry. I do remember this. You can draw on my knowledge here as well.// Red eyes glowed with gentle heat and love. //We'll do nothing you aren't ready for.//

Yugi nodded, relief filling him. Some of what he'd read about seemed...strange and possibly painful. He wanted this first time to be perfect. He reached out and pulled his other half close, burying his face in the warm, naked chest. /Then teach me, beloved. I'm ready./

Warm fingers lifted his chin, and soft lips captured his. Yugi relaxed into the gentle touch. This he knew from many nights. He felt quiet satisfaction that this night would not end with a cold shower or the lonely touch of his hand.

//Never again, aibou,// came the firm agreement.

Yami backed them gently toward the fireplace, never breaking the kiss, tongue darting teasingly, first in and then over soft lips. As they reached the sheepskin, the spirit lowered them both into the fur, warmed by the heat of the fire. Yugi moaned, wanting more, and Yami obliged, dipping deeply into the depths of his aibou's mouth.

As he had wanted for so many nights, Yugi let his hands roam naked flesh, marveling in the feel of corded muscle under his palms. Greatly daring, he let his fingers descend to caress the soft leather covering his other half's rear, enjoying the smooth curves. He felt his yami's chest vibrate in a silent laughter. //Like what you feel?//

Yugi gently nipped the lips over his, appreciating how convenient it was to be able to speak mind to mind while kissing. /Of course./

Yami moved against Yugi, whose eyes widened at the firm bulge pressed into his stomach. His own groin gave an answering lurch, and he closed his eyes at the sensation. Yami pulled back, and Yugi opened his eyes curiously. Nimble fingers pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt, and the boy raised his back, easing removal. Both laughed softly as the fabric caught on the gleaming puzzle. Yami quickly removed both pyramids and set them carefully aside. Gold gleamed in reflected firelight, and Yugi felt a brief sensation of loss, quickly forgotten as soft hands moved across his nipples, which hardened in response to the gentle pressure. He gasped, having never realized the small buds could be so sensitive. As if in response to the gasp, warm lips covered first one and then the other. Wantonly, Yugi pressed his growing hardness into Yami, eyes widening as he realized his erection was rubbing against his other half's. That sensation brought an involuntary moan.

Warm wetness encircled a nipple, and he writhed, throwing his head back into the lush sheepskin. Soft fur caressed his back. /Yami!/ He wanted more. Much more.

Heated lips left his nipple, and Yami moved off him. Yugi started to protest but stopped when he felt a hand at the waistband of his jeans. He felt the gentle question through the link. /Yes!/ he sent back. Impatiently, he waited while his other half fiddled with buttons and zippers. Oh why hadn't he just worn sweats!

A deep chuckle. //Because they wouldn't have looked as good.// The mental voice grew serious. //Patience, aibou. We have all night. No need to rush.//

Yugi's body felt differently, and his erection surged as Yami's hand brushed it. A low "ahhhh!" was pulled from his throat at the touch. He longed to touch himself, but he made himself wait, knowing it would be better that way. He lifted his hips, allowing Yami to remove his jeans and briefs. Briefly, he shivered as the cool air in the room drifted over him, but warm hands moved over him, heating his skin and firing his senses.

His entire body jerked as hot wetness enveloped him. A teasing tongue danced up and down his entire length, now swirling around, now dancing just at the tip of his erection. Yugi's hands gripped the sheepskin under him, and his hips thrust back and forth in rhythm to the maddening tongue. Never had he experienced anything like it, and moans crawled from his throat in response to the wet heat surrounding him.

He wanted release. He wanted it to go on forever. He could feel the gentle pulse of Yami's hardness, pressed up against his side, and that enflamed him even more. Groaning, he strained to hold back, wanting it to last longer. Suddenly, he gasped as warm lips left him. His eyes shot open. /Don't stop!/ The thought faded away at the sight of red-hot eyes over a naked chest, firelight flickering behind. Kami! Had he ever truly realized how beautiful his other half was? Yami knelt on the sheepskin, hands at his waist, unzipping his leather pants, quickly removing them to kneel naked in front of his aibou.

/Yami,/ came the wondering thought.

//You too are beautiful, aibou. Never doubt that.//

Yami's head dipped down in a brief, feather-light kiss. Yugi wished he knew what came next. His body ached for more. His senses were awash in pleasure and desire, and he wanted to make his other half feel the same way. Cautiously, he opened himself to the link and his other half's knowledge. He blushed as he realized what could come next. But that was the part that made him nervous.

Yami smiled. //Don't worry. It is quite enjoyable.//

Yugi's nerves warred with borrowed knowledge, and he sent as much down the link.

Yami nodded. //Then we will try it this way, if you are willing.// A quick sense of what could be.

Yugi nodded shyly. That he thought he could manage.

Yami motioned the boy to his knees, and Yugi obliged, furrowing his brow, trying to sort out what was expected of him. His other half reached up with a gentle hand to smooth away the furrow. Blinking, he sent an embarrassed thought. //I knew I'd forgotten something.// He concentrated for a moment, and a bottle appeared. Curious, Yugi picked it up and blushed. Frankincense-scented massage oil. The link told him what to do with it. Still blushing, he poured some on his hands. Smiling, Yami lay down on his back, legs spread apart. //Kneel between them.//

Yugi obliged, and Yami's legs came up to envelop him. Yugi arched his back in sensuous pleasure against the gentle pressure. Yami smiled encouragingly at him. //Go ahead.//

Awkwardly, Yugi inserted first one finger, then another, and finally a third. Yami's eyes remained on his other half's the entire time, approval flowing down the link.

Borrowed memories then directed Yugi to spread the oil on himself. He was still nervous, but also excited, aroused and as hard as he'd ever been.

//Now, aibou. Position yourself just so.// Warm hands guided his erection to Yami's entrance.

/Are you sure? Won't it hurt?/ Yugi asked in sudden worry.

A firm shake of his other half's head. //No. Trust me. I know what I am doing./

/You will enjoy it?/

Ruby eyes gleamed in reflected firelight. //Oh yes. More than you can imagine.//

Yugi reached down to support himself on his hands. Gentle hands guided him, and Yugi gasped at the tight heat as he thrust forward. Yami stiffened slightly, and Yugi stopped, concerned. His other half shook his head. //No, don't stop. It's been a while, that's all. I'm fine now.// Warm assurance poured into him, and he thrust again. Where Yami's mouth on him had been the best thing he'd ever felt, this was better still. He moved all the way in and then instinctively pulled back before thrusting forward again. This time, he nudged something, and Yami arched under him. Through the link, Yugi felt the backwash of what his other half was feeling, and the combination of sensation was...incredible.

He put his hands under Yami's back, and pulled the spirit close to him, wanting to feel the press of naked flesh against him. Their hearts beat in perfect rhythm as he moved in and out. Yami grabbed one of his hands, and gently moved it to the erection trapped between them. Yugi had just enough awareness to stroke Yami's erection in time to his own movements.

As before, he wanted it to last forever, but he couldn't hold back anymore. With the twin sensations of his and Yami's pleasure, his awareness spiraled up and up until he could hold back no longer and he came, shuddering in the depths of his other half. At the same time, he felt a warm wetness splash his hand, and he felt the backwash of Yami's climax. The combination was so intense that he came again, almost before finishing the first time. That time, he couldn't help himself and "Yami!" erupted from his throat at the height of his pleasure.

An answering shout of "Aibou!" greeted a second surge of wetness over his hand, and the two lovers collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied. They lay there for several minutes, heartbeats slowing together. Finally, Yugi stirred enough to roll off to the side of his yami and cuddle up to a warm chest. "Thank you."

The deep rumble of his other half's voice vibrated under his cheek. "You are welcome."

"I love you, Yami."

"And I love you, aibou."

With those final words, Yugi drifted off into a dreamless sleep, warm, contented and loved.

And for the first time, he stayed in the soul room all night, waking the next morning still curled in the arms of his lover, his other half.

Fin