Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Naivety ( Chapter 4 )

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Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Lemon Warning: If you want to skip the lemon, don't read...actually, just skip this chapter because the whole thing is a lemon, which I did not notice until I was editing it again. Wow...Um, actually, you could probably just skim through and get the conversations if you wanted...oh, and the last part. The third part isn't a lemon.
Lemon Note: The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Chapter IV: Naivety
One month later found Yugi staring at the teacher as if he had grown two extra heads while Yami looked like he was about to throw up. Again, he had partnered them for a project. Again, Sennen and Motou.
"Wait, what? You gave everyone else completely different partners," Yugi protested, making Yami look at him with wide eyes and the teacher stare in surprise. "So why would you partner us up again? That doesn't make any sense!"
"This is the first time you've gotten a good grade in my class and you did the best in this class when you were partnered together. Why would I change partners for you two when you need all the help you can get?"
The rest of the class started laughing and Yugi glared at the teacher as rage made his blood boil; when he looked at Yami the red-eyed teen was staring at the teacher with narrowed eyes.
"Actually, he got a higher grade than me on our last test," he said quietly, his voice carrying and somehow making the rest of the class go silent. "So, in all actuality, partnering us up together is prohibiting the rest of the class, not adding anything to our grades."
Yugi gave him a sharp look. He didn't need help convincing this idiot to give him a new partner. And he didn'taskfor his help with it anyways.
"Well then, I guess it's best to put the two over achievers together for another project so that everyone else is graded on their own efforts, right?"
Yami narrowed his eyes further. "You're making the mistake of assuming that I did all the work and that's not true. Yugi did his half and I did mine. So why are we being partnered a second time if that's the case?"
"You work well together."
"I can work with anyone just as well as I can work with him."
"Yes, but Mr. Motou might not do the same."
"So in other words you are unjustly making me baby-sit him in order to make sure that he gets a good grade as well."
"I am not changing your partners," the teacher said through his teeth, annoyed. "Deal with it amongst yourselves."
"Unless, of course, you're really just trying to make sure that we don't bring up someoneelse'sscores because you separated us. Because, surely, having the two smartest kids in the class doing their project together a second time is not coincidence. And it's not like we're going to learn anything from this–"
"Enough, Mr. Sennen. Get to work."
Yami's jaw clenched and for a moment his expression was twisted, murderous, gaze gleaming with bloodlust, but then his face was completely smooth again and he was instead rolling his eyes and looking at the rubric. Yugi didn't want to move across the class again but when he found that Yami refused to look up, he finally went over and took the seat directly in front of him again, turning around to look at him.
Yami finally looked up and his entire expression was guarded. There was no leak of emotion in the deep red irises.
Perhaps Yami hadlethim see his emotions before. And now he was just proving that he had full control over himself. That he could shield himself with no effort.
Again, Yugi envied that.
Yami didn't speak for a long time and then he looked down and murmured, "It's your turn to choose what the topic will be" in a bored voice.
Yugi looked at the list and stated, "Egypt."
Yami froze for a millisecond and then nodded a little and looked at the clock. Still another half hour before they got out.
The rest of the period was spent in silence, Yugi drumming his fingers on his desk while Yami went about circling his weak points on his rubric again, looking at the paper with that same emotionless barrier to his face while his insides twisted.
They had been avoiding each other well, Yami even taking a completely different route to class after they had accidentally bumped into each other in the hallway when he hadn't been looking where he was going; when the two had collided, both of them had hit the ground but only Yugi had gotten up immediately, Yami instead opting for staring in complete shock for a second while the smaller boy looked at him in annoyance that shifted slowly into confusion and eventually concern. When he had opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, however, it was Joey's voice that came out, snickering that Yamishouldbe at his feet like that while Yami snarled that he should be put down like a dog which had broken them out into a shoving contest that Ushio had burst out laughing at and Yugi interrupted only when he saw that Yami was getting desperate to get out of there because of the close proximity to the smaller boy.
That was the only time they had interacted since that night and since that incident Yami had even started taking a much longer route to class that got him there only seconds before the bell rang which always earned him a surprised look from the teacher.
In all honesty, Yugi suspected it was the teacher wanting this awkward tension between them–Yami arriving almost late to class and fleeing as soon as the bell rang–to be finished. And he couldn't agree more. He was tired of it. He had never had someone actively avoiding him like this and it irritated him to no end. And there was never anything he could say to stop the red-eyed teen because he moved far too fast and even if he caught up with him there was no way he would talk to him.
As the bell rang Yami did not immediately jump up and Yugi did not either, the red-eyed teen moving more slowly because Yugi didn't at leastseemmad and Yugi because there was no reason for him to run when Yami didn't seem to have one either. He also had the chance to cut off any escape Yami attempted being in front of him, but he didn't need to anyways because the taller boy didn't seem like he was going to run just yet.
"Same schedule?" Yugi said, turning to him as they walked out of class.
Yami blinked and then looked at him. "Is thatreallysuch a good idea, Yugi?"
"Why not? It's another month-long project. No, actually it'stwomonths and it's three times the grade the other was. If we did so well the first time, it's best to stick to the schedule we already had going for us, right?"
"That's assuming that we actually do work together on this."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean to say that if we do work together, we are just proving the teacher right about us being a good team and then we will never get rid of being partnered together."
"We could have fucked up the first time but I'm not fucking it up this time," Yugi spat angrily, glaring. "This is forty-five percent of our grade and I'm not about to fail it. I refuse to have my ass handed to me because we can't deal with whatever the fuck it was that happened the first time."
Rape? Rape? Was it rape?
"Very well," Yami finally relented, unable to turn off the revolting cycle of that single word, that single question, revolving in his head. "Library after school then?"
"Can't…"
"What?"
"Can you come over?" His binder nearly fell out of his hand and he blinked a few times, staring at him in pure shock but Yugi barely even blinked at his sudden reaction. "I have things to do at home and I can't bother with the library today. Now yes or no?"
Yami hesitated, a split second of indecision, and then finally murmured, "Yes. All right. I can be there. Right after school?"
He debated it for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah, right after school."
Yami met him outside at the doors, Mana and Mahado already walking away because he didn't want them to witness the awkwardness that he had a feeling would ensue again. Yugi pulled his bad boy persona instead of greeting him, giving him a single glance and then walking past him without a word.
Any other situation, anyone else, and Yami would have snarled at them to turn around and then possibly decked them. But because it was Yugi, because of what he might have done, it felt oddly right, like Yugi was putting him in his place and that felt a hell of a lot better than if he had greeted him kindly, tried to catch up on things.
When they got there, the first thing Yami noticed was that Yugi did not call out a greeting. Instead he turned around and flipped the sign on the door over to say Open to anyone walking by. And then they spent the next two hours behind the counter, Yugi dealing with the occasional customer and working with Yami on the project at the same time, occasionally pointing out information they should copy down.
Yami still did not ask about his grandfather. Because family was off limits in terms of conversation as they had stated in the library during their first project. And besides, it was not like he deserved any answers anyways.
"Okay, come on," Yugi announced, getting up and flipping the sign again. Yami blinked when Yugi headed upstairs and it took him a minute to make his legs move to follow him, hesitating at the bottom of the stairs and then finally making himself move again.
Instead of the bedroom Yugi took him into the living room and sat on the end of the couch, using the armrest as a brace for the textbook he had perched against it, writing in his notebook. When Yami took his seat at the opposite end of the couch, it definitely proved difficult. They could not compare notes and so they had no idea if they were writing the same thing, which was what finally made Yugi lose his temper.
"Fucking–damn it, Yami, I'm not going to fucking bite you," Yugi spat angrily, startling the red-eyed teen who's head snapped around to stare at him in pure shock. "You don't have to sit on the other side of the stupid couch. I can't even read what you're writing if you're all the way over there. So just fucking move over here."
It took a minute and Yugi was about to just jump the space between them when Yami finally moved, inching towards him and then getting just close enough that Yugi could read what he was writing without straining his eyes or neck.
Yugi wondered if he remembered what happened. If he remembered it correctly. He wasn't really thinking when he leaned over and pressed his lips into Yami's. The surprise was obvious because Yami's body tensed, his pencil fell onto the floor, and Yugi pushed at his lips but Yami didn't respond at all no matter the force he put behind his mouth.
He wasn't sure what made him do it. Maybe it was the lack of attention Yami paid him. Maybe he was just desperate for some kind of connection with another person again, that sickening part of him that had grown almost attached to the idea of sleeping with another person despite the fact that it had only happened once. Or maybe he just got tired of the awkwardness. Maybe he wanted to taste him again, feel his lips moving against his, feel their tongues stroking against each other. Maybe he just got tired of writing. Maybe the project couldn't quite hold his interest. Or maybe he was just curious to see how Yami would respond to this now, with a clear head.
When he pulled back, Yami's red eyes were still perfectly wide, mouth open slightly in a small "o" shape, his body still rigid with the surprise of his action, and then Yugi took note that the taller teen wasn't breathing. It was like he had frozen completely for that single kiss.
And then Yami was back again, blinking once and then twice and leaning over to grab his pencil off the floor. It frustrated the hell out of him, and that was definitely what motivated his next actions. When Yami pulled back and was about to write, to act as if nothing happened, his lips crashed against his again and when Yami didn't react right away, he pulled away just enough to snarl, "You frustrate me so fucking much."
Yami's voice was small, soft, nearly inaudible. "Why?"
It wasn't about his statement. Or maybe it was the smallest bit. But mostly it was towards himself. Why did he like this? Why did it not feel wrong? Why did he actually like the idea of Yugi kissing him despite his father, despite his mother, despite the consequences? Why did he let this go on? Why did Yugi think this was a good idea? Why didhethink this was a good idea? Why did his pants tighten the smallest bit? Why did his body seize up in shock but relax as if it were totally normal, as if he shouldn't punch Yugi in the face like he would have done only months ago?
Did his mistake go so far as to dig into his judgment, cloud it and make this seem right? Or maybe the only mistake here…was him.
"You just do," Yugi growled back, reaching over and grabbing at Yami's school uniform jacket; Yami didn't fight him this time and he was not passive either. When his lips pressed to his again, Yami's mouth moved against his almost immediately and then he was pushing him back slightly with the movement.
It was so wrong. Logic told him it was wrong. Years of being a Sennen taught him it was wrong. Years of being exposed to his father taught him it was wrong. His entire body rejected this, however, and told him it was right.
In that moment, in that kiss, it was all right. Everything about it. Everything happening. It was all right. It was not wrong. There was nothing wrong with it.
How right his body claimed it was. His pants were tightening significantly now. His mind was falling into a frenzied lust that blocked out all doubts. And his fingers were trying to grip at Yugi's skin, his flesh, trying to feel him against him.
He wanted closer. He wanted Yugi closer. He wanted him to make the sounds that he remembered from that night despite the fact that most of it was a complete black picture no matter how many times he tried to recall it.
And now he was completely sober and this was happening. He was pushing Yugi back into the couch and he was knocking their work so far on the ground. His hands were gripping at the jacket and forcing Yugi to remain as close as possible to him without actually touching aside from their lips.
Yugi twisted a little and he drew his legs up onto the couch without once breaking the kiss, though he did end up kneeing Yami's torso on accident, surprised that it did nothing to phase the red-eyed teen in the least.
Maybe Yami was just as desperate as he was for that feeling of being attached to someone else as he was. Maybe even if he couldn't remember everything, maybe he remembered the feeling of it, that strange comforting sensation and the idea of being held close for once instead of pushed away.
When they finally did break away again, they were panting and Yami looked terribly confused but also excited and more than a little curious. His tongue ran over his lips and then drew them between his teeth and the red eyes closed as he mulled this over.
It couldn't be wrong if it felt so right…right?
But his dad called it disgusting and unnatural, impure. That was what his father called these things and it terrified him to no end to think of what his father would say. He would be announced a freak of nature in his eyes…
But that thought, for whatever reason, was not strong enough to push away his desire. It was not strong enough to fight off the haze that was entering his mind. It was not strong enough to make himwantto stop.
And because he didn't want to stop, he kept going.
His lips pressed against Yugi's firmly and his grip on his jacket changed, his right hand pulling away to slide over the flesh of his stomach, up his torso and then press against the left half of his ribcage. Yugi's heart was pounding beneath the palm of his hand. It was dancing, fluttering in its rhythm. It was so oddly comforting to Yami that it spurred him on further.
He pinched him and Yugi yelped against his lips, Yami swallowing the sound as his tongue immediately slipped into his mouth. Yugi recognized the taste of him now. He tasted of mint and of something like dark chocolate and the combination–while he normally preferred milk or white over dark–made him moan in pleasure. Yami devoured this sound greedily, running his tongue over Yugi's immediately, stroking softly and ignoring the hesitance in the back of his mind.
He still didn't remember everything. He couldn't remember what Yugi tasted like because he was overwhelmed by his own alcoholic breath. He could not remember what he had done to kiss him, only that he had. He could not remember if Yugi had pushed him away, only that he had forced himself onto the smaller teen. He couldn't remember if he hurt him or if he prepped him or if he even used lubrication or if he had worn a condom…
Fuck, there were too many blank areas in his memories, too many black spots that left him confused and horrified, fearing the worst of himself.
Hedidhowever remember that it washimwho ran and not Yugi. He was aware of how much of a coward he was. He was aware of the fact that he woke up with his head against Yugi's chest. Which meant he hadn't pushed him away afterwards, but that also could have just been because he was too tired to do so. He didn't know and he hated that.
But he used his tongue like he thought it should be used. Stroking, sliding beneath his, pressing over and under, mapping the inside of his mouth, running over the smooth backs of his teeth, gently gliding over his in a show of handing over dominance.
Yugi did not waste time. His tongue stroked and rubbed along the underside of his. It slid along the sides and pressed flat against the roof of his mouth. He stroked at his teeth, at the smooth skin of the ridges of his palate. He even nudged at his cheeks with the pink muscle. And while Yami found it to be weird since he had never thought cheeks to be part of kissing before, Yugi merely found it funny that his cheeks were not as smooth as the underside of his tongue, as his lower jaw.
Yugi finally pulled back to breathe and both of them panted for air, staring at each other; he found he was just as confused as the red-eyed teen. Why did this feel good? Why did he want more? Why did Yami make him feel good? Was it the attention or something else? Why was he practically begging Yami to fuck him again without words? Why had he kissed him in the first place and why was he still going with it?
Did this make him any less of the person he was before? Because he wanted Yami's penis inside of him that instant and he felt no shame or guilt for admitting that to himself? Should he feel ashamed? Or disgusted? Guilty for wanting this when his crush who he was justbeginningto get over had craved this for two long years when he had not even wanted it since the day it happened?
Yami was completely sober and doing this so did that make him any less of who he was? Because it was obvious by the tightening of his pants, by the erection that Yugi could see, that he wanted this and he wanted it just as much as Yugi did–if not more.
But then maybe comparing the seme to the uke was not justifiable? He was smaller and he wanted Yami inside of him, which was definitely something that no guy was ever supposed to admit to as far as he knew. Plus, Yami was on top of him and he was doing what all guys did–fucking. He was the one who moved in and out and thrust. Yugi was the recipient and he laid on his back with his legs open like some kind of girl on prom night. So maybe it wasn't justifiable to compare their two roles like this?
And what did that say about him anyways? That he wanted Yami fucking him rather than him wanting to fuck some girl or Yami himself? Did that make him weaker than Yami? Or maybe that made him stronger because he was the one overcoming the uncomfortable sensation of a penis being inside of him while Yami was just moving around?
His head hurt with the thoughts and he was very glad for the distraction when Yami started kissing him again, obviously having caught his breath without Yugi's notice. The hand under his shirt, resting over his heart, pulled away slightly so that only his fingertips were on his flesh, and then his fingers were pinching at his nipple and Yugi moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, releasing his jacket to grab at his shoulder, digging his nails into the fabric and pressing into Yami's flesh. His lips yielded when Yugi pushed into them again, somewhat mesmerized by the softness they possessed. He wondered if kissing Tea would have been like this or different. Her lips were bigger than Yami's but they were also almost always painted with lip gloss that was flavored like strawberry or maybe piña colada or sometimes raspberry.
Guilt tore at his stomach. This was Yami. Yami was Tea's crush. For two years he had heard her mention him, sometimes in passing and sometimes just throwing him out there so that she could talk to him about him. He remembered one of her fantasies where he had chained her to the bed or vice versa and they were going at it relentlessly and he'd nearly thrown up in the middle of that story.
The red-eyed male recoiled and stared at him in shock, eyes wide and lips swollen from their kissing, eyebrows high up and face looking slightly flushed. Yugi stared back for a moment, confused, and then blushed furiously. He had just gagged into Yami's mouth. What the fuck?
"Ignore that."
"Are you sick?"
"No, just…thinking about something really disgusting."
"…While we're making out?"
"It was an accident."
Yami didn't respond immediately, wrinkling his nose and staring at him curiously for a long moment, and then Yugi rolled his eyes and pressed their lips back together, pinching his hip and making him gasp when Yami's mouth didn't open immediately for him. Impatience was something that came in abundance with Yugi when it pertained to things he wanted. He had endless patience when it came to other people but he had a stunning amount of impatience when it came to things and sex was something that he really wanted at this moment.
He started pulling at Yami's jacket, stripping him of it in a matter of seconds and then pulling back to take the white shirt off, tossing it onto the couch next to him. Yami didn't object and he didn't understand why, but he let it keep going. The taller chewed his cheek and stared at him. "On your couch?"
"Does it matter where?"
"I thought sex was only for the bedroom…"
Yugi barely heard him and he was about to burst out laughing until he saw the nervous expression on Yami's face. As far as he knew, though, sex happened pretty much anywhere, but he really liked to think that the bedroom was where sexshouldhappen. In all actuality, to laugh at him would be hypocritical and more than messed up. So instead of laughing he smiled a little and nodded slightly. "Uh, yeah, but…either works."
Yami stared at him for a moment and then seemed to be drawn back into the situation again, pressing their lips together again.Bedroom versus living room. Yami killed off the thought as he stripped Yugi of his own jacket and shirt. For a few long minutes they just kept their lips together, shirtless and growing breathless by the second, their tongues still working in their mouths, losing themselves to the lust again.
Still, neither of them understood the emotion. Especially when they were both straight and yet they were tongue-tied, lip-locked and half-naked. They were both completely sober and yet they actuallywantedto have sex.
The irony, the confusion, was not lost on them.
Yugi moved his hands from his shoulders to undo the buckle on Yami's belt, pulling it through the loops of his pants and then unbuttoning and unzipping them; Yami was frozen for a moment but then pulled away to let Yugi slide them down as far as he could without him getting up. When he got up and Yugi pulled his pants and underwear down at once, his breath caught slightly at his erection's exposure to the air but he barely got to focus on this before Yugi suddenly pushed him over as soon as he sat back down again, making his head hit the armrest with a small look of shock, eyes widening. Yugi kept him on his back, pinned against the armrest, undoing his own pants and pulling them off to drop them on the floor with Yami's.
Only then did Yugi pull them back into their former position. Yami was stretched out over him, Yugi beneath him, their lips still locked together. The only pause in their kiss during the entire transition had been when Yugi had pulled his tongue back after pushing Yami's own back into his mouth in order to fall back against the cushions again. It had been strange and had left Yami confused, but it had worked.
"Condoms?"
"Nope."
"What?"
"Seriously Yami?"
The red-eyed teen pulled away and stared at him, swallowing hard. "You don't have any condoms?"
"Fuck, you're a real bitch when you're sober, huh?"
"We…didn't use a condom the first time?"
"Nope."
"But you weren't even a virgin! Who the hell did you hook up with before?"
Yugi decided it wasn't worth admitting that he was a virgin before their little drunk hookup so instead he snorted, "It doesn't matter. I'm clean and so are you. Now come on."
"Lube?"
"Oh for fuck's sake."
"You mean we had sexdry?" he cried, eyes wide. Wasn't that supposed to hurt beyond belief? Yami choked on his own breath. Not only could he have possibly raped Yugi, but he'd done itdry. Ra, he should have fought harder for a change of partner if that was the case. Who knew how badly he had hurt him the first time.
"So what?"
It took Yugi a moment to realize that Yami had suddenly stopped moving altogether. His lips no longer pushed against his. His fingers no longer moved whatsoever and he was frozen. Yugi looked up in irritation, pure impatience pissing him off brutally with the fact that Yami was no longer moving. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he spat, startling him violently and making him look at him in shock; Yami's mouth opened and closed twice and then his jaw just clamped shut and he looked like a deer in headlights.
Yugi lost all semblance of patience and snarled, "Damn it, Yami" before wrapping his legs around his waist; Yami started to pull away but couldn't move fast enough to avoid Yugi impaling himself on him. Both of them froze, Yugi in pain as his entire backside erupted in it from his movements and Yami out of fear upon seeing his face twist in horrible pain.
And then he was glaring and Yugi opened his eyes to a pair of blazing red orbs. "If you hadn't frozen up I wouldn't have done that," he snapped at him only to have the glare intensify with frustration towards the smaller teen.
"You have no fucking idea–"
"Just move it, damn it."
It pissed him off royally and while Yami knew he should have just pushed Yugi away, gotten dressed again, and left, he couldn't find it in himself to do these things. It was not that Yugi turned him on with this furious impatience he displayed, it was not that he was not pissed off by this, and it was not that he didn't think that it was wrong to do this, but he eventually gave in to some strange deep-rooted longing in the back of his mind that made him start moving.
He was blind as to where the smaller teen's prostate was so he tried several different angles but didn't find it even then; Yugi was confused by the sloppy work and then realized after a moment that of course he wasn't hitting his prostate this time because he didn't know where the hell it was. That frustrated him but it was his own fault so he let it die without verbal acknowledgment.
His ass burned as Yami continued moving but it was starting to dull with the careful actions. After a full three minutes of trying to find his prostate, trying different angles, pushing himself as deep as he could go inside of the smaller teen, he gave up. Instead he just started moving.
His movements weren't slow and Yugi found the burning, even dull as it was, was rather interesting with the small waves of pleasure that it gave him due to Yami's thrusts. He actually had a rhythm this time, which, for whatever reason, excited the smaller teen to no end. He matched him thrust for thrust while Yami occasionally just slightly changed his direction in order to get at his prostate, missing every time but never once losing his speed.
Yugi didn't expect him to be the best lay ever but he was a little disappointed with the fact that his prostate was being horribly, impossibly missed. When Yami slammed into it very suddenly, frustrated at himself with his own inability to please him, Yugi let out a yowl of a moan, his back arching and their torsos pressing against each other. His hands grasped at Yami's shoulders, his nails sinking into his flesh and Yami didn't look too pleased with the pain there but he still didn't falter with his movements and Yugi mewled when Yami started thrusting into his prostate.
He didn't ram into it as he had the first time, because he knew where it was now so there was no need to do so, but Yugi had to admit he was glad for this because this speed was more manageable than if he went with the harsh thrust that he had portrayed only minutes before.
Yugi continued moaning and mewling for another thirty minutes while Yami continued, his legs wrapping around his waist and pushing his heels to dig Yami into him even deeper than before. Yugi couldn't complain about the speed in which they moved together, because now that the burning was gone from his impalement, Yami's movements were soothing and pleasurable and his stomach coiled with the sensation. His body tensed when Yami finally started to cease his movements, breaking sync with him at the same time that he failed to be able to push Yami further.
He came before Yami did, digging his nails into Yami who snarled at him from the pain when his nails broke skin; his muscles tightening around him made Yami's own orgasm happen. It was warm and made Yugi's senses tingle with the sensation. It was much better than it had been when Yami was drunk because Yami lasted longer and this time he didn't collapse on him.
He had to admit Yami was pretty heavy, so when he kept his weight off him easily, pulling out of him and laying against the backrest with a tired expression, Yugi was relieved to be able to catch his breath without Yami's added weight. He snuggled into his side, however, pressing into him and feeling much better that Yami didn't try to pull away; for whatever reason, he felt good to know that Yami did not object to his wanting to be closer to him. Then again, he thought with a small grin, Yami was the one who had snuggled with him the first time, not Yugi.
It took Yami exactly three minutes to realize that Yugi had fixed their little fragile bond or whatever it was that they had the exact same way he himself had broken it. He had actually managed to clear the air in the exact way that it had become tainted in the first place. It was amazing…but sickening at the same time.

In the middle of the night, Yugi got hungry, cold from the lack of covering, and he strained his eyes to look at the clock before glancing at Yami. Yami's face was buried in his neck and for whatever reason, one arm was loosely draped over his stomach, while the other was stretched out over the armrest that supported their heads. Yugi would have snuggled back into him, because the body heat that Yami was giving off was great, but then his stomach growled again and he got up instead.
Yami moved weakly behind him, pulling away his arm and snuggling into himself without opening his eyes; Yugi smiled a little, shaking his head, and walked into the kitchen. He was just lucky that his grandpa was going to be out for another three weeks for that expedition.
One peanut butter and jelly sandwich later found him sitting at the table, staring at an empty plate and wide awake due to exposure to the light from the kitchen. He thought about video games and which to play in order to help him fall back asleep, but the possibility of waking up Yami made him hesitate. Until, finally, he got up and headed back over to the couch.
"Yami."
The red eyes opened into slits that he could barely see through, his eyelashes dark and cutting into his vision slightly; when he didn't speak, Yugi got onto the couch in front of him and tipped his head up, pressing their lips together, and waited. Yami's eyes opened fully a minute later when Yugi finally got fed up and pinched his hip, startling his mouth open and allowing him to slip his tongue inside and lace it with his.
Yami stirred more fully now, growing more awake, horribly confused and somehow turned on. Yugi wanted to laugh at his expression but instead pulled away and tapped Yami's thigh. "Roll over onto your back."
For a full minute Yami didn't move, didn't respond, just stared and then, very slowly, as if terrified and trying to make his body move despite the panic, moved onto his back and watched him like a hawk. It became evident Yami had the wrong idea a few seconds later when Yugi stepped closer and Yami's entire body tensed to the point that Yugi thought he was a statue.
Yugi had no plan to top Yami; in fact, all he wanted was to ride a little until he fell asleep again. And besides, sex was definitely a lot more fun than video games at the moment. Yugi didn't bother opening his mouth to explain. Most likely he would have ended up snapping at him to stay still after Yami fidgeted, eyes wide and blinking several times a second.
He had a brief moment of thinking that they should get off the couch, but shrugged the thought off; he could clean the couch if he needed to, in case things got messy, but he really hoped they wouldn't. Then again, maybe this was the problem with two guys fucking–with the uke riding, it probably meant a lot more of a mess than anyone wanted to deal with.
Yugi shrugged this thought off as well, instead looking at Yami's flaccid penis and thinking for a moment. Did it make him less of who he was if he pumped him until he was erect? He sure as hell wasn't going to give a blowjob. First of all, he had no idea how to do it and this late at night, grumpy because he couldn't sleep yet, he'd probably end up biting it off in his haste.
And he could not see Yami enjoying that one bit. Plus, he kind of thought that Yami might bleed to death if that happened. He wasn't sure because he never really experienced someone having their penis bitten off or cut off or whatever so he had no idea whatsoever. Maybe Yami would bleed to death and what would Yugi do with the body? And what about his sex? And the attention…that strange connection…
It was so wrong that he was using him like this, and yet he couldn't find it in him to stop. He liked this deeper attention, craved it like his life depended on it, wanted Yami to pay that attention to him in the way only he seemed to know how.
He might have been able to fumble through a blowjob while Yami was drunk, but fully coherent and he would realize Yugi had no experience–not that he should since he was straight–and then he might be able to figure out that Yugi had never even masturbated before. His crush on Tea, as strong as it was, as much as he had wanted her, had never been masturbation material.Teawas not masturbation material as far as he was concerned. He could try picturing his little fantasies in his head, but most of the time they didn't work and sex dreams about her…never happened.
How awkward…
He wrapped a hand around the penis, pumping gently and wondering at how much pressure he was supposed to put on the flesh. Yami stared at him in confusion and then looked at Yugi's hand wrapped around him and a suddenly growing-familiar sensation of panic ripped through him, but it died away almost immediately as well.
He had already fucked up. The first time it had been something of a mistake, a drunken mistake. The second time it was curiosity. And the third time…well, this was him admitting that he liked it when Yugi touched and kissed him, though he was unsure of what Yugi was doing right now.
If Yugi wasn't going to take him, then why was he on his back?
Yami had never touched a porn magazine. It was just something in his head that warned him against it. Well, that and his parents. Because his mother would have a heart attack and his father…well, that would be shameful as far as his father was concerned. Sex was supposed to be an experience when you reached the age of maturity and you were comfortable with it; that was what his father had drilled into his head. You caressed her, seduced her, made her happier than you made yourself,kepther happy…
Yami's stomach did a small somersault. Yugi was not a girl.
But how unnatural could it be if he liked it? If it felt good? If he wanted it?
Yugi continued pumping until his penis was erect again and then smiled, more than a little pleased with his handiwork. He pulled his hand away and Yami's penis remained erect, throbbing, large in its size, making anticipation course through him.
"What…are we doing exactly?"
His voice was thick and groggy and slightly hoarse and Yugi nearly choked on his own spit when he felt his own penis throb with arousal at the sound of it; holy crap, Yami half-asleep had a voice like a god…
He cleared his own throat, wrinkling his nose slightly. "What do you mean?"
Yami's eyes narrowed, squinting at him in the dull lighting the kitchen offered them. His tongue, dry and cottony as it always was when he woke up after doing something that required physical activity, flicked out to wet his lips, still confused. Why was it that Yugi had touched him like that if he planned to top?
"I mean…" He struggled for words and Yugi tilted his head curiously at him, confused and thoughtful.
"I'm not topping if that's what you're worried about."
"You're not?"
It was the sleep voice, the way he was struggling to form his words, the way it lilted and deepened at random moments, that kept Yugi from losing his patience. He wasn't sure why this seemed to work for him, but it did.
"No."
"Then what are we doing?"
Yugi would have laughed at his naivety, but then he saw how hopelessly confused he was and instead pushed the impulse away; maybe the kid was horribly sheltered. Maybe that was why he wore the clothes that he did and asked questions like this. Maybe that was why he panicked so often when it came to this.
"You must live a sheltered life," Yugi muttered under his breath, though Yami heard him and looked away, feeling his stomach twist with worry.
In all honesty, he did live a rather sheltered life. He had followed his parents' rules without objection outside of wearing the clothes he wanted as some weird sort of protest. He did what he needed to get by and nothing more. He went to school to keep suspicion off. He went straight home after except for the project he and Yugi were doing. He never did anything fun. He didn't hang out with his friends. He didn't even hang out with his cousins. He got good grades. He did what was needed and nothing that could expose him.
And now Yugi was calling him out on this and he couldn't help but feel a little hurt with the fact. It wasn't Yugi's statement itself because it was true, but the fact that he was calling him out on it made him feel slightly sick with worry. And to have his naïve nature pointed out, have it practically showcased in this moment, that hurt even more.
Yugi was too busy looking at Yami's penis, too busy aligning himself, to notice that Yami was no longer paying attention, holding Yami's hips to brace himself, starting to lower himself; when his skin touched Yami, Yami jolted slightly and the head went inside of him.
He was just lucky Yami was not too horribly jumpy or he would have been impaled even worse than he had that afternoon. While it burned the slightest bit from the unexpected motion, it faded away almost immediately because Yami was not moving and he was instead staring at him with a horrified expression, eyes widened to a point that Yugi had never seen, his hands going into his hair in shock. But Yugi had to admit that this action also proved to be helpful as well, because now that the tip was in, Yugi didn't have to worry about the small bit of fear that had welled up in his stomach at the thought of doing this all by himself, and now Yugi knew for a fact that they had properly aligned as he had been slightly unsure himself.
Yami's little jerk had done the job well enough. He ignored the horrified look that he got from the red-eyed teen upon looking up and instead went about lowering himself slowly; Yami furrowed his brows for a moment and then suddenly, before Yugi could even lower himself another inch, Yami grabbed his hips and helped to steady him, moving him slightly so that the action became more comfortable for him.
When he felt the taller teen was fully sheathed, Yami released him and Yugi gripped at his arms, using them to steady himself for a moment just as Yami moved his hands to grab at his left hip and steady him with his left hand holding just below his ribcage, balancing him rather effectively. Yugi cursed every porn magazine out there that he had touched–damn Joey for constantly leaving them around his room for him to find, claiming that he "needed to be more of a man"–and porn magazines were a major part of that, according to the blond–or Tea would never want him.
Yugi wanted to wring his neck because, oddly enough, this balancing on Yami's penis like this, was not very easy. Granted, he was a little too wired with excitement to really think straight, seeing as this position made him feel strange and good and the prospect of riding Yami–for whatever reason, maybe because he really just needed to get rid of his energy and the best way for him to do this, as it always had been, was to excite himself with something he had never done and wait for it to burn him out–pleased him to no end. Yami kept his hands on him and Yugi kept his grip on his arms for a long minute before pulling his right away and gripping Yami's left hip firmly.
Yami didn't release him, however, and Yugi found that he liked this. Yami showed him concern that he had never witnessed before and he wanted to swim in it; he really almost wished he could drown in it. His concern, his attention, pulled at his heart and left him overwhelmed with happiness. It was the strangest thing because he really should have wanted it from someone else–a female, possibly Tea if she hadn't been so infatuated with the boy beneath him–and he really didn't want it from anyone else.
When he moved Yami's grip tightened the smallest bit but he kept him balanced and the grip was anything but painful, just firm enough for him to know that he was there and would help him if needed. Yugi couldn't help it. Again his mind leaped to the differences between Yami and his friends.
They treated him like a little kid half the time. And if they offered to help him out with things, it was because they didn't think he could do it himself. Yugi had gotten in a fight with a kid in ninth grade and Joey had immediately offered to back him up; the smaller teen was anything but stupid and he knew by the way Joey said it–smugly, condescendingly, waiting for him to mess up–that he had no faith in him whatsoever, but all it had served to do was make Yugi desperate to prove himself and he had.
Yami, on the other hand, was concerned for him, offering a hand that Yugi could reject at any moment if he wanted. Joey would insist until Yugi wanted to tear his head off and gave up but Yami didn't push at his patience, didn't try to make Yugi lean on him. He waited, he watched, he asked if Yugi needed help,wantedhelp; Yugi knew without a doubt if he were to swat his hands away, they would stay away unless he told him otherwise.
Yugi had never really noticed just how much he resented his friends' treatment towards him because most people assumed the same of him because of his small stature, and now that Yami was in the picture, it was becoming that much more apparent that his friends walked all over him and thought themselves to be better than him.
"You okay?"
His voice had lost its gruff outer layer. Instead it had fallen to its perfect baritone pitch again, deep but not too deep, warm with emotion if he wished to show it.
"Mmhmm."
"Want me to pull my hands away?"
Yugi considered it for a moment and then shook his head. He honestly wished he had met Yami before and that they had gotten to know each other because he was pretty sure they would have been best friends if he hadn't gotten mixed up with Joey, Tristan, Ushio and Tea. If he had gotten to know Yami before, would he still be the boy who sought out attention everywhere he went, no matter if it was by horrible means or attention he didn't need? He knew exactly what people thought of him due to the choker he wore and the fact that people noticed him because of it was truly the only reason he cared to wear it half the time. At least as a sex slave, he was still in peoples' heads. He was still part of their thoughts, and it wasn't good attention, but it was still attention.
Yami kept his hands on him, holding him steady as he started to speed up slightly, and felt Yami thrust his hips up into him, making him moan. At least Yami wasn't lazy in bed, even if he was extremely naïve.
How could he have not known what Yugi was trying to do? And when he had helped him to sheathe him inside of him, the look of relief, curiosity and overall wonder had left him nearly speechless. What else did Yami not know as far as sex went? Had he never opened a porn magazine, never watched a porno?
Yugi had expected him to be more experienced than this. Not sexually as far as them in bed, but as far as knowledge about it went…
"Do you know what it means to deep-throat someone?" Yugi asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he picked up pace and Yami thrust into him again, a little harder, hitting his prostate and making stars appear behind his eyes.
"Deep-throat?" Yami repeated, confused and wide-eyed, head tilting slightly to the side and his tongue slowly wetting his dry lips; his stomach twisted. Why was Yugi calling him out on his naivety again?
"It's…" Yugi thought about how to explain it for a long moment and then pursed his lips slightly, shaking his head. "Never mind."
He didn't miss the small flicker of hurt that passed through the red orbs almost subconsciously, hidden beneath the shadow of his lashes, barely visible just under the top outer ring of his irises. He didn't comment but he sure as hell didn't miss it either.
He felt bad, really bad, so despite the fact that he was a little worried about the red-eyed teen, he offered, "It's where someone will open their throat all the way and swallow something. It's…err…normally like with blowjobs and all that?"
The taller teen beneath him narrowed his eyes slightly and then thrust into his prostate again, murmuring, "Yeah?"
"Yep."
Yami didn't answer him, instead opting for biting his lip. He definitely understood that joke in class now. Some girl had been eating a lollipop and the class asshole had turned around out of nowhere and said, "Having fun deep-throating that lollipop?" while everyone else laughed and Yami had stared expressionlessly to make sure his confusion did not show.
Yugi decided not to call him out on his silence, instead moaning as his penis hit his prostate again and his speed increased slightly; he wasn't surprised in the least when Yami matched his newer pace, still hitting his prostate. It was strange, because Yami started to get him three times as fast as he moved, hitting once when he lowered to press his ass against Yami's pelvis, again when he rose halfway and a third time when he reached the tip of Yami's penis and started to lower again. He liked this a lot. This was definitely better than any video game could have been.
Yami moaned with him a couple of times, closing his eyes and digging his top teeth into his bottom lip, keeping his grip on Yugi and reveling in the sound of his deeply pleasured cries. Yugi found that this was actually pretty nice. He preferred his eyes open to see them, see the flashes of pleasure and the way his eyes were dark with lust, but this was pretty awesome, too. He looked relaxed, happy, pleased to no end, occasionally licking his lips and letting out a small purr.
He liked that purr. That purr was a sound of pure pleasure and it made him want to purr in response. It was deep with a baritone pitch, warm with lust, and doubled with the pleasure that surged from his chest. His stomach coiled with tension at the noise, bunching together with his quickly approaching orgasm.
When his muscles tightened around him, Yami let out a small growl and Yugi shuddered with desire and his release came almost immediately, spurring on Yami's own. Yami stared in confusion when Yugi didn't pull off of him and instead just lay down and fell asleep almost immediately. He couldn't understand what he was supposed to do with this, but he didn't wake him up to move and so instead just closed his eyes and settled into sleeping with Yugi's own face burying itself in the crook of his neck.
When Yugi woke up next, Yami was still inside him, fast asleep beneath him, and Yugi knew Yami was flaccid, allowing him to pull away and get up with a small limp to his step. He stretched himself out and glanced at the clock on top of the TV, yawning and feeling thankful it was a Friday–or rather, Saturday morning. Yami remained asleep in front of him and Yugi smirked as he looked him over. Yami was definitely a looker and asleep like this, he could be described as beautiful by all means, though Yugi would never say that out loud.
He watched as Yami's chest rose and fell with his breathing, which was silent and made Yugi smirk wider; at least he didn't snore like his grandfather did. If Yami was a snorer, he thought he might have put a pillow over his face and smothered him. Stretching out again, he had a vague moment of confusion of how he had woken up on top of the red-eyed teen, but then remembered that he had woken Yami up in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep and wanted him to tire him out.
Yami had stamina; Yugi had to admit that much. The first time he had lasted only thirty minutes in his drunken state but now that he was sober he had lasted twice as long and when he was half-asleep, he lasted just as long but he had fallen asleep almost immediately after Yugi.
He liked the idea of the small bit of growling that Yami had made. And the purring. The purring was nice too. Mostly he liked the growling though. It was different. And barely there, just coming out beneath his moans, an undercurrent of noise that bit at the end of his other.
He started on breakfast, making cereal and still feeling hungry began to make something else, and after thirty minutes, Yami woke up to the sound of plates being moved around; the scent of eggs and grits hit his nose and he got up after a moment, pulling his clothes on when he was sure Yugi was too busy to notice him doing anything, vaguely surprised that Yugi liked western style food. And then, clothes on, he fled.

Yami wasn't sure why he was doing this when he really shouldn't have. He had to be the biggest asshole in existence. Mana sat at his side, looking on his phone screen as they scrolled through the website, her eyes lighting up while Mahado snorted in amusement and went over to see what in all they were looking at.
The fresh air was definitely doing his pounding head good because at least now he could think a little straighter. There weren't too many people outside right now which was good for him because he was pretty sure he couldn't handle it if there were.
Especially if Yugi and the others were part of them. He was with the twins outside in the sunlight, his unnaturally cold body warming with it; he was still in some kind of state of confusion, scornful and nagging that sent his skin crawling in waves. He'd forced himself to sit in that godforsaken cafeteria for over twenty minutes before it became too much and he had coerced Mana into coming with him to do some online shopping since they wouldn't have time to do so for a little while yet.
She had immediately jumped to her feet eagerly but Mahado had hesitated and Yami knew that he had seen that Yugi would occasionally glance over at them as the red-eyed teen was not oblivious to the feel of his stare against his skin. He wasn't sure why the smaller boy kept glancing at him for small inconsistent amounts of time, but it left him dazed and confused and he felt sick.
His stomach had calmed considerably now that he was no longer in that stuffy place with Yugi despite being on the other side of the room and having his back to him. His skin didn't feel nearly as revolting now.
He scrolled a little more and she tapped on a pair of heels that she wanted while Yami pulled his debit card out of his back pocket and starting typing in the number with his free hand.
They had started this up in ninth grade, when Yami had preordered a video game with his phone, using his debit card and Mana had gotten so excited it was amazing. Once a month he would get her anything she wanted no matter the price just because it also helped to make his parents believe that he was courting women and buying them expensive gifts as a means of drawing them to him.
It made him look better than he actually was.
He pushed the thought away and instead finished the request before handing the phone back. "Go ahead and keep looking."I have to make up for the last two months I've missed…They might get suspicious otherwise.I can't handle them being suspicious.I'll die if they're suspicious…
She blinked but when he thought she was going to question him she instead shrugged and went back to scanning through the pictures, humming and giggling every once in a while but she hadn't chosen anything so Yami didn't take the phone to use his debit card again.
"How much are you going to let her buy? She'll get half the website if you're not careful," Mahado teased but at the same time there was a very serious light to his eyes that made Yami smile in response, shaking his head and glancing over her shoulder at a shirt that she was currently looking at.
"Six items," he reminded her, drumming his fingers on his thighs. His father had not yet asked but he monitored his bank account frequently which was exactly why Yami had started letting Mana get things with his card. The good thing for her was that she got what she normally wouldn't because her family had to constantly worry about their income.
Mahado got electronics every once in a while if he only asked and Yami used the excuse that something had broken and he needed it for school, although his earphones had been a little harder to wave off as needed for school than the laptop or the speakers–he said they were to help with his project presentation–or the thumb-drives.
But he didn't need the money they sent and he didn't even leave the house half the time unless he needed to get food and most of the time he ordered in because otherwise he risked exposure and he couldn't do that. If Yugi's grandfather recognized him, then someone else could too and he couldn't have that happen. With that stupid artifact at the damn museum he was bound to be recognized if he was not careful. Just the thought made him sick to his stomach.
Besides that they would think that the current six items were just because he was trying to woo a girl over after having forgotten the last two months. That was simple enough. He didn't want to have to worry about it later.
Nipping it in the bud now was the best way to ensure that.
Thank Ra his parents were so simple minded.

If I miss a day and I don't update immediately afterwards, then it probably means that my laptop died so yeah...I don't honestly think it will, but it IS two years old now and it's an HP and HP laptops aren't always the best, but I just wanted to warn you guys just in case.