Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lover ❯ Bad Dreams On Hot Nights ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Mononoke 
Well, Yugi has a dream, Yami gets a little...excited...and life goes on.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.26.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Well, Yugi has a dream, Yami gets a little...excited...and life goes on.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.26.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Well, this is just something that has been sittin' on my floppy disk for like ever, and I figured that you might like it...
WARNING!!!: This WILL be a YAOI story! There will be Y/Y and maybe others later... This is your warning. Dont sue me saying I didnt warn you becaus all youll get is a picture of my @$$. Got it? >.<
He looked down at the sleeping angel below him. The moonlight from the window fell across his face. His face was a mask of innocent serenity.
His lips were parted slightly, protruding slightly. They looked so soft, like the petals of a rose. So very kissable...
His eyes, though hidden by sleep, moved lightly, his dark lashes fluttering against his face.
His light golden hair lay in wild chunks around his face. The rest of his hair looked like a starburst of red-tipped black.
The teen standing above him looked down again, trying not to think about what he wanted to do to the sleeping boy. He wasn't really a boy, but his appearance won out against his age.
One of the boy's arms curled towards his face, fingers slightly curled. The other lay across his bare stomache.
It was hot in the room. And even hotter outside, but still the window was open. A gentle spring breeze flowed through the open window to the small form. He shivered, curling his body sightly into a fetal position.
He sighed in his sleep, making the teen want to reach down and calm him. But he knew that he would only startle the boy.
He needs his rest. He has to go to school tommorow. *Sigh*
He reached down and pulled the sheets, currently residing on the floor, onto the shivering form. The boy stopped shivering and fell back into his dreams.
The teen turned to walk out the door with his head hung slightly and his heart slowly breaking. He knew that if the boy knew how he felt about him, the boy would hate him forever.
Good night Aibou.
@~Yami's POV~@
Yami made his way down the hall when he thought he heard something. He stopped and listened again. Sure enough, something was wrong. He tried to locate the noise, but it was so soft he couldn't get a straight bearing on it.
He padded softly down the stairs, thinking that maybe the windows had been left open.
Suddenly he felt a surge of fear through his link with Yugi.
//Yugi! What happened? Yugi?//
Getting no response, he ran up the stairs, not careing about being quiet anymore. He opened Yugi's door, and ran to the bed.
He stared in dibelief at the bed. Yugi wasn't there.
//Yugi! Where are you?// He started to panic.
/Y-y-y-Yami?/
He sighed mentaly.
//Yes Yugi?//
/I'm okay. Just...scared.../
His voice was shaking, even in his head. Yami could have laughed, if it wasn't so serious.
//Where are you Aibou? I'll help you.//
/Behind you actually./ Yami was startled by this comment, and turned around. Only to see a pale blur jump at him.
He fell backwards onto the bed, holding his little battering ram.
"You scared me...What happened?" asked Yami holding Yugi up off of him.
"...Bad...dream." Yugi looked away, but not before Yami had seen the pain in his face. He tried to hold back his tears, but the hot salty traitors streaked down his face. One landed on Yami's cheek.
"Want to tell me about it?" He held Yugi close, hugging him and running his hand through the silken hair nestled on his chest.
/No... I'm fine now/ He lied.
@~Yugi's POV~@
I love being held in those strong arms.
I love the feel of the cool leather against my bare skin, the feel of those nimble hands running in circles on my back and through my hair.
He sighed into Yami's chest, wishing that he wasnt wearing his usual leather jacket, and shirt with buckles. He wanted to be against his warm skin.
Yami had felt the sigh and pushed him back, eyes full of concern.
He sat up and pulled Yugi into a sitting position. Without thinking, Yugi climbed into the open lap, laying his head on the older teen's shoulder.
@~Yami's POV~@
I felt him sigh, and thought that something was wrong. Sitting up, I pulled him up too.
Before I knew what was happening, he was sitting in my lap, head on my shoulder.
I tensed a little, not understanding this.
It felt so...right. But... I can't take advantage of my Hikari, he...He..."
My brain wasn't functioning.
My body on the other hand...IT was paying VERY close attention to how I felt.
All I could focus on was the warm body pressed against my own. The hair tickling my nose that smelt lightly of vanilla. (A/N: Everyone thinks that he likes vannila, and I think it's yummy too, so there! ^__^)
Ra! Why did I have to wear my shirt and jacket! Of all the nights!
He felt Yugi's breathing start to even out, as he returned to his sleep.
*sigh*
"Goodnight Yugi."
@~Normal POV~@
Yami gathered the smaller teen in his arms and stood.
He put him on the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.
Turning, he hesitated. He turned back to him and leaned over. He kissed Yugi's forehead lightly.
This time he left, shutting the door behind him.
He went to his room (formerly the Guest bedroom) and shut the door.
He pulled off his jacket and shirt and threw them in a corner.
Leaning against the door, he closed his eyes. He pictured his sleeping Hikari. He was painfuly aware now of how tight his leather pants were. ((Wink wink))
/Yami?/ Yugi called timidly.
//Yes Aibou?//
/Goodnight/
He sighed again and layed on the bed. He didn't even cover himself with the covers. He knew that he wasn't going to get much sleep.
After staring at the ceiling for about ten minutes, he sat up.
He was going to go take a walk or something. He needed some air. (Cold air! wink wink)
But just as he was going to find his shirt, he heard the doorknob being twisted open.
A small hand grabbed the side of the door and whispered, "Yami?"
"Yes Aibou?"
A head followed the hand. Soon after, the rest of his body was standing in the doorway.
"I couldn't...nevermind" he faltered. He turned to leave.
He was stopped abruptly by a firm tug on his arm. He turned and looked up into those crimson eyes.
"You couldn't what? You can tell me." He kneeled, comeing face to face with the small teen.
He wrapped his arms around his waist and stood.
"I couldn't sleep, and I was wondering if..maybe..I could lay in here with you?" He blushed and ducked his head. which is hard when you are being held by the person you are trying to avoid.
His legs wrapped themselves around his darker half, his arms around his neck.
"Of course, what makes you think I could refuse you?" He shifted to get a hand free and lifted Yugi's chin so that he had to look at him.
There was something in his eyes that wasn't right.
He shut the door and lay Yugi on the bed. He crawled beside him, pulling a light blanket over them.
He was surprised at the warm hands that snaked their way over his body to hold him in their loving embrace.
Pulling Yugi closer, he wrapped his arms protectivly around his fragile light.
And they fell asleep together, arms circled around one another.
@~Yugi's POV~@
He has no shirt on. Just like I had wished.
I just wish I could get this strange dream out of my head...
He picks me up and instinctivly my legs and arms wrapped around his lithe body. I lay my head softly aginst his chest, hiding from his eyes.
He smells like spices and something exotic. Just thinking about it is making my head spin.
Why? Why Yami? Wha are you are so damn beautiful?
But I know that the minute you find out how I feel, you'll hate me forever. I don't think that I could bear to live without you.
You put me on the bed and lay down next to me. You pull up the blanket, even though we both know we don't need it.
Just because I couldn't help it, I wrap my arms around your body, nestling my face into your smooth chest.
I was scared that you would pull away, but you pulled me closer.
Ra I love you...
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@~Normal POV~@
The teen ran down the street, trying to make it to school on time.
"How could I have...slept so late?" Yugi said, out of breath.
The second bell tolled loudly as he raced to the front doors.
"Hey, shrimp. Where'd ya think your going?" It was the school bully, Katsuya.
"Class, let me go." He said, trying to slide past him. Suddenly he was lifted off of the ground by his jacket.
Damn. This is NOT a good sign. (Bright one, ain't he? ^_~)
Yugi shut his eyes and waited for the blow he knew was coming. He winced as Katsuya's fist met his Jaw.
He had learned his lesson a long time ago. Never scream. Screaming brings people, sometimes, but usualy it just gets you beaten worse.
Ever since Duelist Kingdom, Katsuya went after him even more. Always waiting untill he was alone.
None of the others even notice the bruises. He always wore his jacket and colar.
But, a bruise on the face would be hard to explain.
"Katsuya.." He breathed, "Not the face...Please..."
Katsuya, however much he wanted to break the kid's nose, knew he was right. It was getting too easy to beat him. He always demanded his money, but never got any.
You would think that a kid who one 3 million would at least have a little pocket cash. Stupid him.
He dropped Yugi to the concrete steps, hearing a crack. He smiled and kicked him across the school yard.
Yugi landed with a dull thud. He hit his head on a rock, and fell into the fuzzy darkness of unconciousness.
_____________________________________
Yami was doing chores around the shop, like he did everyday.
He kept thinking about last night. He remembered the feeling of holding Yugi in his arms.
Thinking about him made Yami, well, he definitley should stay behind the counter for a while. (lol)
Soon after Yugi left he felt protective walls going up, and got uneasy. This happened often, but lately it was getting worse.
He felt sore all over, but he couldn't figure out why. (Kinda dumb, aint 'e? Ne)
Suddenly, while he was stocking the shelves, it felt like someone had dropped a pyramyd on him. (My own sick attempt at humour)
He fell off of the stool he was perched on, crashing onto the floor.
Grandpa came running when he heard the crash.
"What happened? Yami?" He didn't get an answer from the now unconcious spirit.
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Well, R&R, please. I really hate my mother, she is an overprotective bitch.
*Runs towards her mother with the Frying Pan of Death and beats her with it.*
Thats better.....Mwahahahahahahaha!
WARNING!!!: This WILL be a YAOI story! There will be Y/Y and maybe others later... This is your warning. Dont sue me saying I didnt warn you becaus all youll get is a picture of my @$$. Got it? >.<
He looked down at the sleeping angel below him. The moonlight from the window fell across his face. His face was a mask of innocent serenity.
His lips were parted slightly, protruding slightly. They looked so soft, like the petals of a rose. So very kissable...
His eyes, though hidden by sleep, moved lightly, his dark lashes fluttering against his face.
His light golden hair lay in wild chunks around his face. The rest of his hair looked like a starburst of red-tipped black.
The teen standing above him looked down again, trying not to think about what he wanted to do to the sleeping boy. He wasn't really a boy, but his appearance won out against his age.
One of the boy's arms curled towards his face, fingers slightly curled. The other lay across his bare stomache.
It was hot in the room. And even hotter outside, but still the window was open. A gentle spring breeze flowed through the open window to the small form. He shivered, curling his body sightly into a fetal position.
He sighed in his sleep, making the teen want to reach down and calm him. But he knew that he would only startle the boy.
He needs his rest. He has to go to school tommorow. *Sigh*
He reached down and pulled the sheets, currently residing on the floor, onto the shivering form. The boy stopped shivering and fell back into his dreams.
The teen turned to walk out the door with his head hung slightly and his heart slowly breaking. He knew that if the boy knew how he felt about him, the boy would hate him forever.
Good night Aibou.
@~Yami's POV~@
Yami made his way down the hall when he thought he heard something. He stopped and listened again. Sure enough, something was wrong. He tried to locate the noise, but it was so soft he couldn't get a straight bearing on it.
He padded softly down the stairs, thinking that maybe the windows had been left open.
Suddenly he felt a surge of fear through his link with Yugi.
//Yugi! What happened? Yugi?//
Getting no response, he ran up the stairs, not careing about being quiet anymore. He opened Yugi's door, and ran to the bed.
He stared in dibelief at the bed. Yugi wasn't there.
//Yugi! Where are you?// He started to panic.
/Y-y-y-Yami?/
He sighed mentaly.
//Yes Yugi?//
/I'm okay. Just...scared.../
His voice was shaking, even in his head. Yami could have laughed, if it wasn't so serious.
//Where are you Aibou? I'll help you.//
/Behind you actually./ Yami was startled by this comment, and turned around. Only to see a pale blur jump at him.
He fell backwards onto the bed, holding his little battering ram.
"You scared me...What happened?" asked Yami holding Yugi up off of him.
"...Bad...dream." Yugi looked away, but not before Yami had seen the pain in his face. He tried to hold back his tears, but the hot salty traitors streaked down his face. One landed on Yami's cheek.
"Want to tell me about it?" He held Yugi close, hugging him and running his hand through the silken hair nestled on his chest.
/No... I'm fine now/ He lied.
@~Yugi's POV~@
I love being held in those strong arms.
I love the feel of the cool leather against my bare skin, the feel of those nimble hands running in circles on my back and through my hair.
He sighed into Yami's chest, wishing that he wasnt wearing his usual leather jacket, and shirt with buckles. He wanted to be against his warm skin.
Yami had felt the sigh and pushed him back, eyes full of concern.
He sat up and pulled Yugi into a sitting position. Without thinking, Yugi climbed into the open lap, laying his head on the older teen's shoulder.
@~Yami's POV~@
I felt him sigh, and thought that something was wrong. Sitting up, I pulled him up too.
Before I knew what was happening, he was sitting in my lap, head on my shoulder.
I tensed a little, not understanding this.
It felt so...right. But... I can't take advantage of my Hikari, he...He..."
My brain wasn't functioning.
My body on the other hand...IT was paying VERY close attention to how I felt.
All I could focus on was the warm body pressed against my own. The hair tickling my nose that smelt lightly of vanilla. (A/N: Everyone thinks that he likes vannila, and I think it's yummy too, so there! ^__^)
Ra! Why did I have to wear my shirt and jacket! Of all the nights!
He felt Yugi's breathing start to even out, as he returned to his sleep.
*sigh*
"Goodnight Yugi."
@~Normal POV~@
Yami gathered the smaller teen in his arms and stood.
He put him on the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.
Turning, he hesitated. He turned back to him and leaned over. He kissed Yugi's forehead lightly.
This time he left, shutting the door behind him.
He went to his room (formerly the Guest bedroom) and shut the door.
He pulled off his jacket and shirt and threw them in a corner.
Leaning against the door, he closed his eyes. He pictured his sleeping Hikari. He was painfuly aware now of how tight his leather pants were. ((Wink wink))
/Yami?/ Yugi called timidly.
//Yes Aibou?//
/Goodnight/
He sighed again and layed on the bed. He didn't even cover himself with the covers. He knew that he wasn't going to get much sleep.
After staring at the ceiling for about ten minutes, he sat up.
He was going to go take a walk or something. He needed some air. (Cold air! wink wink)
But just as he was going to find his shirt, he heard the doorknob being twisted open.
A small hand grabbed the side of the door and whispered, "Yami?"
"Yes Aibou?"
A head followed the hand. Soon after, the rest of his body was standing in the doorway.
"I couldn't...nevermind" he faltered. He turned to leave.
He was stopped abruptly by a firm tug on his arm. He turned and looked up into those crimson eyes.
"You couldn't what? You can tell me." He kneeled, comeing face to face with the small teen.
He wrapped his arms around his waist and stood.
"I couldn't sleep, and I was wondering if..maybe..I could lay in here with you?" He blushed and ducked his head. which is hard when you are being held by the person you are trying to avoid.
His legs wrapped themselves around his darker half, his arms around his neck.
"Of course, what makes you think I could refuse you?" He shifted to get a hand free and lifted Yugi's chin so that he had to look at him.
There was something in his eyes that wasn't right.
He shut the door and lay Yugi on the bed. He crawled beside him, pulling a light blanket over them.
He was surprised at the warm hands that snaked their way over his body to hold him in their loving embrace.
Pulling Yugi closer, he wrapped his arms protectivly around his fragile light.
And they fell asleep together, arms circled around one another.
@~Yugi's POV~@
He has no shirt on. Just like I had wished.
I just wish I could get this strange dream out of my head...
He picks me up and instinctivly my legs and arms wrapped around his lithe body. I lay my head softly aginst his chest, hiding from his eyes.
He smells like spices and something exotic. Just thinking about it is making my head spin.
Why? Why Yami? Wha are you are so damn beautiful?
But I know that the minute you find out how I feel, you'll hate me forever. I don't think that I could bear to live without you.
You put me on the bed and lay down next to me. You pull up the blanket, even though we both know we don't need it.
Just because I couldn't help it, I wrap my arms around your body, nestling my face into your smooth chest.
I was scared that you would pull away, but you pulled me closer.
Ra I love you...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@~Normal POV~@
The teen ran down the street, trying to make it to school on time.
"How could I have...slept so late?" Yugi said, out of breath.
The second bell tolled loudly as he raced to the front doors.
"Hey, shrimp. Where'd ya think your going?" It was the school bully, Katsuya.
"Class, let me go." He said, trying to slide past him. Suddenly he was lifted off of the ground by his jacket.
Damn. This is NOT a good sign. (Bright one, ain't he? ^_~)
Yugi shut his eyes and waited for the blow he knew was coming. He winced as Katsuya's fist met his Jaw.
He had learned his lesson a long time ago. Never scream. Screaming brings people, sometimes, but usualy it just gets you beaten worse.
Ever since Duelist Kingdom, Katsuya went after him even more. Always waiting untill he was alone.
None of the others even notice the bruises. He always wore his jacket and colar.
But, a bruise on the face would be hard to explain.
"Katsuya.." He breathed, "Not the face...Please..."
Katsuya, however much he wanted to break the kid's nose, knew he was right. It was getting too easy to beat him. He always demanded his money, but never got any.
You would think that a kid who one 3 million would at least have a little pocket cash. Stupid him.
He dropped Yugi to the concrete steps, hearing a crack. He smiled and kicked him across the school yard.
Yugi landed with a dull thud. He hit his head on a rock, and fell into the fuzzy darkness of unconciousness.
_____________________________________
Yami was doing chores around the shop, like he did everyday.
He kept thinking about last night. He remembered the feeling of holding Yugi in his arms.
Thinking about him made Yami, well, he definitley should stay behind the counter for a while. (lol)
Soon after Yugi left he felt protective walls going up, and got uneasy. This happened often, but lately it was getting worse.
He felt sore all over, but he couldn't figure out why. (Kinda dumb, aint 'e? Ne)
Suddenly, while he was stocking the shelves, it felt like someone had dropped a pyramyd on him. (My own sick attempt at humour)
He fell off of the stool he was perched on, crashing onto the floor.
Grandpa came running when he heard the crash.
"What happened? Yami?" He didn't get an answer from the now unconcious spirit.
-----------------------------------------
Well, R&R, please. I really hate my mother, she is an overprotective bitch.
*Runs towards her mother with the Frying Pan of Death and beats her with it.*
Thats better.....Mwahahahahahahaha!