Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ The Pulse ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: YamiYugiPuzzleshipper2 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.26.2014 | Updated On: 09.09.2014 | Pages: 12 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 143 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.26.2014 | Updated On: 09.09.2014 | Pages: 12 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 143 | Status: Work In Progress
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anything relating to Yu-Gi-Oh
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 until the statement "I didn't know if you wanted cream cheese or peanut butter or what so I just put butter on there". If you don't think you're going to remember that, use F and Ctrl and use the Find function to skip to there.
Lemon Note: The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Sexual Situation Warning: There is a highly sexual moment in chapter that I suppose could be a lime. Either way, it starts at "But I would rathershowyou how much I like you. Would you let me?" and ends at the second part of chapter.
Chapter VI: The Pulse
It was only after Yugi asked again why Yami wanted to do all the research himself that he realized the subject was not about to be dropped and it irritated him to no end. Yugi stared at him curiously the entire time and Yami was fed up with him. They'd just spent two hours talking and revising their sixty-page essay on a general overview of Egypt and they'd made over twenty punctuation corrections and read it between them at least five times before they put it away again. As soon as Yugi had closed the Word Document with their essay, he was once again questioning him and Yami almost wanted to wring his neck. Why could the boy not just take his suggestion for what it was and let it go?
Yugi kept poking at it. He hadn't been direct at first, skirting around it, letting pharaohs slip into the conversation once or twice–Yami had effectively shut him down without so much as a glance in his direction by veering straight into the document again–but now, after two hours, he had obviously lost his patience and was awaiting an answer.
One that Yami had no plans on giving him.
"Because, I can get the research done easily. It shouldn't matter how we split the work up, should it?"
"Yes, it should, because we split the other one between us easily."
"So what? Maybe I want to see if this will work as well."
"Yeah? Well, maybe I don't."
"Yeah?" Yami sneered, losing all patience and glaring at him angrily. "Well, maybe I don't give a fuck what you want."
"That's great, because I don't give a fuck what you want either."
Both of them glared at each other for a moment and then the tension between them started changing. First they were glaring and then they were starting to breathe a little differently, almost panting. And then Yami's tongue was in his mouth again and Yugi was practically trembling with delight.
He had to push him away, which made Yami stare at him in confusion, to put the laptop back on his desk, and then he was all the taller teen's again. He still looked slightly confused but that was quickly gone when Yugi leaned towards him again; when he gripped at Yami's jacket, licking his lips once before pressing the moist, soft mouth against the taller teen's, Yami was completely levelheaded again. He ended up fighting off any thoughts in his head and let him get lost in the sensation of the way Yugi worked his tongue against his.
Yugi wrapped his arms around his neck and there was this strange sensation of tingles that ran through his system and then, slowly, it turned into a steady pulse like a heartbeat, warm and moving through his body heatedly. It was strange and different and he loved it, wanted more of it, feeling his entire body grow to a very comfortable heat that made everything in him pulsate at a point that felt entirely foreign but beautiful at the same time.
Stripping him of his jacket and t-shirt, Yugi ran his hands up and down his exposed flesh and began to grind his body against his, reveling in the way that Yami bared his teeth slightly and a moan passed from behind them. The growl came out a second later when Yugi ground himself hard against Yami's growing erection, the noise startling both of them for a split second before Yugi pushed into him harder and faster, his hips rolling with the effort and his body feeling desperate for more.
He moved his legs to press his knees into the other boy's hips, holding him tightly in this way and moving himself even faster. Yami's jaw set as Yugi ran his tongue over his lips and used his fingers to tip the taller teen's head up so that he could press their foreheads together. The red eyes were open and deep, like twin pools of lava and the smaller teen realized that for the first time, the gaze was perfectly open, letting him swim in the depths just as he might very well drown in his own.
The nimble fingers pulled his zipper down, sneaking his hands into his pants and pressing his palms lightly into his flesh before starting to ease the jeans down his hips, his teeth lightly biting into Yugi's lips, licking a moment later and then kissing again. Yugi moaned softly into his mouth as Yami's hands started touching him everywhere, as if trying to memorize his skin, possessing him. The kiss changed a little and Yugi found it oddly mesmerizing how his lips hardened in their pursuit of his in only seconds, charging against his as his tongue batted his down in a show of dominance.
Yugi actually loved this. Any other time and he thought he might have been upset with the thought of someone overpowering him like this, but it was oddly nice to feel Yami at this rougher rhythm. He wanted to lose his skin, his soul, his mind, his being, if only to feel this again, like he was alive–so much more alive than he had ever felt before in all sixteen years of his life.
When Yami raised his hands above his head, Yugi found it almost impossible to keep moving anymore because suddenly those red eyes were so close that they were all the smaller teen could see. In that single moment Yami was literally all-encompassing, leaning forward to press kisses on Yugi's mouth but not once releasing his hold on him, rendering him unable to close his eyes. Strange and ragged pants emptied in the air between them in sync, quickening as Yugi pulled his arms back down to start on Yami's pants in a desperation that made his fingertips shake.
Sparks of lightning burning of fire and refreshing like ice pulsed through him wildly as the taller teen's tongue twisted around Yugi's almost as if the muscle was a live wire, the air between them seeming to vibrate with the energy that pulsated through them. Yami pulled his arms back over his head and pulled away in one quick movement, his grip warm but loose against his wrists even as the backs of his hands pressed against the cool wood of his headboard and his head tipped to the side, stretching himself out like a cat to keep his hips away from the smaller boy's, settled on his haunches as his right hand pressed against his soft stomach.
With his jeans down at his knees and his hands restrained, Yugi had no real option of movement beyond his head and hips which he tried to utilize in a struggle of thrusting them against Yami's lap. But every time he got remotely close Yami would use his right hand to push him back with the single difference in his facial features being the slight narrowing of his eyes as he shook his head slowly, as if he was thinking hard about something and Yugi was distracting him.
Yami really wasn't sure why he was doing this, holding him like this, but Yugi was not arguing and he had yet to see him squirm aside from trying to impale himself again, which Yami was trying to prevent because Yugi obviously had not felt that great initially when he did this only a couple of hours ago.
Yugi kept squirming and trying to get him inside of him, but then whined when he seemed to remember the boxers he still wore, glaring at Yami who smirked against his lips and then pulled his underwear down, teasing him with gentle fingers and smirking wider. He pressed his fingers into his hip several times, lightly ghosting his digits down his pelvis to his erection and lightly touching it for a few moments before pulling his boxers down completely to join his jeans.
Yugi hissed as the sudden cold air he was exposed to and Yami chuckled against his mouth but pulled him into another kiss, his tongue once again wrapping around his with that sparking ice cold blazing hot fire that he somehow invoked in him. A tremble passed through him and his erection leaked with pre-cum, rimming him with his index finger and then lightly pressing his nail into the ring of his muscle, making Yugi gasp into his mouth.
But it did its job. Yugi relaxed impossibly and Yami pressed his fingertip inside of him before getting the first joint of his finger, watching Yugi immediately for any pain or tension, but the blue-violet-eyed sixteen-year-old showed none because he didn't feel the need to tense and Yami got his finger all the way to the knuckle. Yugi was definitely happier with the sensation of Yami prepping him because it didn't make his entire lower back burn.
Yami got his second finger in and Yugi was somewhat stunned by the fact that he didn't once look away from his eyes. The smaller teen was confused by the pulsing sensation growing tenfold in his body, now in time with the pump of Yami's fingers. He could feel the taller teen's fingers moving and changing position, watched as Yami pulled back slightly from him, his teeth digging into his cheek before smirking when Yugi moaned as the two fingers pressed into his prostate and excitement burst through his system.
He purred as Yami continued moving and then bucked, banging his head against the headboard hard enough to make it whine and the wood to hit the plaster behind it, surprising the red-eyed teen who's gaze widened drastically with the suddenness of the action. "Yami…" He really hated the idea of begging, but he couldn't help it at the moment. There was something about the red-eyed teen that made his heart pound harder and it was confusing to him but he couldn't stop it–not that he wanted to. "Please…"
"Don't beg," he murmured, licking his lips and nipping his lip with a small bite that made Yugi impossibly more excited, distracting him from Yami's third finger that pumped several times and then pulled away as Yugi moaned and then squirmed, wanting them back. "Not for this."
He might have been seeing things–in fact he was pretty sure he was–but the eyes in front of him shown with a clear desperation, something strange that swirled with a dense cloud of lust and something vicious like that of roaring flames. But the desperation, Yugi recognized, was yearning. Yami was yearning for something badly and Yugi had no idea what it was or if he would ever tell him.
"What do you want?"
He didn't think he could give it to him, not in any way, but he still asked because the desperation made his skin tingle and his heart pound faster, that pulse throbbing with heat as it traveled through his system.
For a moment Yami did not respond, his eyes growing a little narrower in expression, but slowly he released his wrists in order to hook his right index under Yugi's choker and press his lips against his softly, kissing him again before nipping his bottom lip and pulling his top, nibbling on the tender flesh as if he were contemplating something. For a moment his right hand touched his face, thumbed just beneath his nose and passed against the edge of his mouth. With the rush of blood that passed through his freed hands, Yugi found himself startled by the sensation of Yami's left hand finding its way to his chest, pressing over his heart momentarily before it moved away to press into his right hip, pinning him to the bed. For a moment Yugi did nothing but allow Yami to touch him, curiosity burning its way through his system as thoughts of whether Yami yearned for that connection again just as he did or if he wanted this for another reason entirely.
Was it possible that the want in his eyes was for the deeper physical sensation that their joined bodies brought him? Yugi himself craved it, especially after his own disgusting release hours ago; he hadn't felt that connection whatsoever then, though the sensation of falling had sufficiently made up for that.
Yugi lifted his knee and managed to slip his right leg out of his jeans and did the same with his left, shedding his clothes to the ground with an easy kick and reveling in the way that Yami did not once take his eyes away, the red gaze sparking with several different emotions that he couldn't read.
He pressed his knee into his hip and the cloud that coated Yami's eyes thickened before they suddenly cleared and drew him forth, threatening to drown him in their essence of dark ruby, warm and deep and rich in depth.
"Please, Yami."
The hoarse words were said against his lips, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, struggling to keep their foreheads against each other. For whatever reason, he felt that Yami could not break eye contact. Not once. Not for a single second. Yugi felt it when Yami pushed his boxers down, his erection long and smooth and hot against his tummy, leaking with pre-cum and heating his flesh warmly and leaving him squirming with the new touch.
Yami didn't respond immediately, blinking once, and then murmured his words from earlier, "What do you want?" with his head tilted slightly to the side and his eyes narrowed in question as the ruby shade grew a little deeper in color.
He tilted his head in confusion, wondering at this question, finding himself drowning in it momentarily before shaking it off and squirming to which Yami took the hint and grabbed his hips, positioning him before lowering him gently until he was sheathed inside of him; Yugi moaned softly, surprised out of his mind when Yami growled against his neck, his fingers suddenly working at the buckle of his choker and pulling the piece of leather from his neck, biting his flesh. It was not gentle but it was not harsh either and Yugi's legs clamped around his hips, eyes wide in shock.
A hand snaked up into his hair, rubbing gently at the nape before massaging with the tips of his fingers, kneaded at the flesh with his palm. It was gentle and apologetic, a clear gesture of "sorry for the bite" in which his teeth were still clamped around his skin, not breaking the delicate flesh and his tongue pressing flat against it. Yugi found the assault of his senses to be exciting and terrible all at once, moaning at the sensation.
The sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the room and Yugi moaned harder every time he hit his prostate and when Yami finally pulled his mouth from his flesh, he felt the hand that had been massaging the nape of his neck go into his hair, cradling his scalp for a moment before massaging again.
It was strange but the relentlessness of Yami's thrusts, never faulting in rhythm, was some kind of statement of how well they seemed to understand each other despite their constant arguments. It was different that Yami was doing thisforhim because normally no one would ever be willing to do something like this for him of all people. It was like some kind of truth between them, emotions in their purest sense. It was harsh, intense, a demanding situation that demanded satiation. They didn't even need words. It was as if it was in their blood and bones, a part of them that only reacted when around the other.
He had to brace himself against Yami's shoulders to keep his position, the pulse that existed between them growing tenfold as fire tumbled through his system and coated Yami's body, the smaller boy whimpering when he went another four thrusts before following his lead, his face finding solace in the crook of his neck again. Yugi panted as Yami breathed against his neck which throbbed in a strange rhythm of pleasure and pain from his bite. His hands, warm and yet cold at the same time, caressed his sides.
"Yugi," he muttered, pressing his smooth soft cheek against his neck, the bite mark, an act of soothing that made Yugi tremble with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm sorry." His hands went from his sides to his hips to pull him off his lap, settling him back down onto the comforter and kissing his neck. He was trembling against him, sweaty.
"I don't know why I did that. I'm not like this…"
Yugi rubbed at his back lightly, too tired to speak despite Yami's face lowering to take place against his chest, lips against his skin just above his heart. For a long five minutes he had to catch his breath and think and then murmured, "I know. You aren't going to hurt me."
I do that enough for both of us.
"Good." Yami hugged him tightly for a moment and Yugi listened to a few more small whispered apologies for the bite he had given him. Yugi touched at the skin and found that while it was throbbing it did not hurt, not truly, and touching it was not painful in any way. When he hugged Yami back, his lips pulled back into a small smirk.
The throbbing wasn't pain. It hadn't been pain at all. It was a mixture of pleasure and that pulse that had coursed through him the entire time they had started fucking.
The next morning at six-thirty-six a.m.–he got up and made some breakfast without waking the other boy who heknewwas getting up only five minutes after he got situated at the table–Yugi handed him the bagel. "I'm straight," he muttered, the words an effort to remind himself now that he couldn't stop thinking about almost everything.
Yami took it from him and stared at it for a moment before taking a bite out of the blueberry breakfast pastry–he guessed that was what it was anyways–to taste the butter that was warm and melted into it the bread. The blueberries nearly melted in his mouth and he almost wanted to cry. He hadn't eaten bagels in such a long time it was insane. "So am I," he answered as soon as he swallowed and then started eating again just as quickly.
Yugi looked at him curiously and murmured, "I didn't know if you wanted cream cheese or peanut butter or what so I just put butter on there."
He honestly wasn't sure why he bothered to tell him that when Yami very obviously was not paying attention to him in the first place and looked beyond happy with the bagel he was munching on. He looked like a happy dog that had just gotten a treat. It was both terribly unnerving and oddly satisfying at the same time. Yugi swallowed hard for a moment, watching him eat his bagel with that same happy-dog expression, and then went back to eating his cereal though he couldn't help looking up several times.
What was with him? Had he never had a bagel before? Or maybe he was just that crazy about blueberries. Yugi nearly choked on his own laughter and cereal with that thought and Yami's head snapped up very suddenly to look at him, confused.
Yugi waved a hand dismissively and shook his head, turning back to his cereal bowl. From the corner of his eye he saw Yami looking at his bagel and then eating it faster before a very low, muffled by food, voice came out and said, "Thank you. See you later, Yugi" before Yami vanished. Yugi looked after him with a reciprocated goodbye that he didn't think Yami heard, and then started eating his cereal again.
He had expected Yami to leave as soon as he was done eating but he had partly expected him to fleebeforehe even got to eat.
The bite mark had faded overnight, of course, but he didn't truly care at any point, tilting his head as he took another bite of cereal. Why was it that he allowed Yami to sink his teeth into his neck like that or even fucking stick his tongue down his throat every other time they were together? It made no sense considering the fact that he was always into Tea in the first place. It made no sense that he was willing to let him continue after that night he got drunk. Then again, he was still unsure of why he let that happen in the first place. Was it really the attention that he sought from Yami or was it something else entirely? Was it possible he was one of those late bloomers when it came to sexuality?
He knew that most gay guys, if they didn't want to admit it or otherwise, would date girls before they would finally hook up with a guy. Was that what this was? Except, kind of in reverse? He had hooked up with a guy while always having had a crush on a girl from his childhood. Could that still be applied to everything? Could he be gay? Is that why this kept happening?
Because every time he was around Yami, all he could possibly think about was sex. It was always sex. It lingered in his subconscious even when he tried to focus on the projects they were working on. He would force himself to pay attention to his work in order to avoid that little thought that kept snaking up into his mind about Yami naked. It was sickening, in all actuality. He didn't know what to do about it all and it made his stomach hurt. So perhaps he was gay.
Yugi didn't find Yami until third period in which Yami spent the entire time doing his worksheet while the rest of the class continued talking about stupid stuff when the teacher left the room after handing it out to them. Joey copied off his sheet the entire time and Yugi hated him in that instant for doing so, somehow avoiding Joey's notice every time that he glanced at the red-eyed teen.
Yami didn't look up for the longest time but when he finally did, Yugi found himself going rigid with surprise. It was a blank stare, head tilted slightly to the side, but it was the fact that images, ideas, unrealistic sexual positions flooded his mind upon their eyes locking that made him freeze like this.
Joey looked up and snatched his paper while he was distracted, copying it while Yugi was unable to look away. The blond didn't notice the way that Yugi had frozen or that he was not looking at him despite his blunt action of taking the worksheet from him.
The red eyes were scarlet now, curious. Yugi only knew the shades of red after looking them up online; it was rather embarrassing to think about the fact that he could not stay asleep one night after meeting Yami and had somehow ended up looking up the shades of red after ten minutes of rolling around in bed.
He really wished he could have said something to the red-eyed teen. It was insane how badly he wanted to talk to him, but he would never live it down if he didn't do it when the others weren't immediately around him. And with Joey right next to him…
Neither of them looked away for a long time and then finally Yami turned away because the teacher had appeared behind the door; he made a single gesture with his finger towards Yugi who snatched his sheet back from Joey when the teacher started walking back into the room.
Yami's lips twitched into a smirk as the rest of the class froze, went quiet, and then scrambled to start on their worksheets only to find that the period was only a minute away from conclusion.
Yugi didn't get to talk to him until lunch and found him outside the library doors, talking to one of his teachers about something that Yugi just barely caught wind of being his homework assignments for the next week so that he could do them early because he wasn't going to have enough time for it that week for something family related.
His teacher did not look pleased and Yugi listened to her say that he had done this exact same thing not two months ago to which he watched with a dazed expression as Yami's head suddenly tilted and his eyes became smoldering and hypnotizing, searing into hers as he said he was sorry for the inconvenience but he really wished that she would help him with this because otherwise he would not be able to give her his homework assignments until the week after because he truly could not do the next week's worth of work until his family emergency was taken care of.
Yugi stared at him in shock at that statement and the way the teacher seemed to melt into his gaze and nodded at him slowly before agreeing wholeheartedly; as soon as she was gone, he turned away, rolling his eyes, and then froze when he spotted him, eyes widening in surprise.
The blue-violet-eyed boy gave him a smirk and Yami grinned lazily before opening the door of the library for him. "So, I guess you saw that, huh?"
"Yeah, you're a real smooth talker, huh?"
Yami's eyebrow rose and he was smirking playfully when he joked, "That's how I normally get in your pants, right?" in a low voice that Yugi barely heard as he passed him, his face lighting up when he realized that could have been a joke or a dig at his "status" as a "sex slave" and finding himself unsure of what to respond with before turning around and jumping backwards when he found himself face to chest with Yami.
Yugi stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, taking in the amused look on Yami's face, and then laughed lightly, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. Yami being right behind him had scared the everlasting shit out of him.
"About that…" he breathed, glancing over his shoulder and making sure that no one was close enough to hear them talking; Yami raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "I have to ask you something."
His eyes narrowed drastically, darkening dangerously. "Shoot."
Yugi glanced around again and then led the way over to the farthest table in the back, sitting down and glancing around again to see that no one was around. "First, um, what were you doing coming in here anyways? I mean, we weren't supposed to be meeting today."
"I was going to check out a couple of books," he admitted, gesturing to the lack of items he had carried in; Yugi felt momentarily stupid for not having noticed that before. "What were you doing in here?"
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times and then looked down at the table, a small line of pink appearing on his cheeks that was just barely noticeable due to the way he lowered his head. "I came to find you so I could talk to you."
"Well, here I am. So what was it you needed?" he asked, turning around and looking at the small bookcase behind him and looking the selection over; it was several different languages–English, French, Spanish…and most of them were small picture books. His eyebrows shot up. Why the hell were they in there?
"Have you ever…err…" He clamped his front teeth into his bottom lip and thought of how he was supposed to approach the subject; when Yami finally turned his head and stared, waiting, Yugi found that the look in his eyes was rather comforting and gave him the answer to his question. "Have you ever wondered if maybe you were gay?"
The patient, expectant look died away immediately. His stomach dropped. His heart froze. Both of them stared at each other, Yugi feeling sick to his stomach as he realized that Yami had somehow gone mentally comatose without even so much as more than a small gleam that entered his eyes, turning them completely blank and dead, emotionless and haunted.
Yugi was a second away from throwing up in shock at that expression. His stomach twisted and coiled and bile rose up in the back of his throat, burning a path and making his head hurt for a moment. He hadn't meant to hurt him but it was pretty obvious that he had somehow managed to do just that.
"I'm not gay," Yami answered quietly, his voice coming out cold and dangerous. "I'm not."
He was relatively sure that Yami would not hurt him–especially since they were in school–but the expression on his face made him want to crawl in a hole somewhere. He'd seen that expression on sociopaths in movies and to see it up close made his heart pound in his chest, making his head spin as he swallowed hard.
"There's nothing wrong with–"
"Yes, there is!" Yami snarled back, his voice vicious and low, ringing with a threat that was only half noticeable under his anger. "Homosexuality is not–I'm not gay. I can't be gay…"
"Can't?" he echoed, confused. "What? Why not? It's not even a big deal, Yami. It's fine to be gay."
"No,Yugi, it'snot."
"Yes it–"
"You don't understand anything!" he snapped darkly, eyes blazing as they locked with the blue-violet gaze of the stunned teenager in front of him. "I cannot be gay. Ican't. There's no way in fucking hell that I amgay."
"What are you? Homophobic? That's kind of hypocritical considering."
"You understand nothing!"
"You're right. I don't understand anything. So why don't you explain?"
"I can't–"
"Can'twhat?" Yugi asked, confused and annoyed all at once by the way he said this. "Can'texplainor can't be gay? But then whycan'tyou? What's so wrong with it? You've already acted–"
"Shut. Up."
He froze when the words came through his teeth, barely audible and dripping with hatred. He blinked once and the red eyes narrowed furiously as a small tremor went through his body; he was about to ask what was wrong with him because he'd never seen Yami do that before, but then he could heard mumbling, barely audible, so quiet he almost didn't catch it.
"My parents are going to kill me. By Ra, they're going to kill me. I'm dead."
Yugi furrowed his brows.
"Dad will beat me within half an inch of my life and then he'll disown me immediately after. I'll be dead to the rest of the world. I'll have nothing after high school. Mom and Dad are going to cut me off completely. I will lose everything."
"Wait, what?"
Yami got up so fast he fell backwards, hitting the ground on his back against the hard wood of the chair he had been sitting in; he let out a small gasp of pain and saw that Yami was watching him briefly with a concerned expression before his eyes turned dark with anger and hatred.
"I'm not gay," he spat viciously, turning on his heel and walking off while Yugi managed to roll over and get back up, telling the concerned librarian who came over that he was okay and that no, Yami did not push him, he just fell, that yes, it was an accident.
He hurried to put the chair back upright and started after the taller red-eyed teen but just as he got out of there, just as his eyes settled on the boy who was already halfway down the hall, the bell rang and the hall was alive with movement as students all flooded out. He tried to catch up but lost sight of him in the mass of bodies, leaving him terribly confused. What was wrong with him? What did he mean that his parents would disown him? What did he mean that he would be dead to the world?
And what the fuck was "Ra"?
He wrinkled his nose. Did Yami just mention a Duel Monsters card? What the hell?
"Yami."
The boy nearly didn't stop, disgusted with himself and confused and feeling sick to his stomach, but then a thought jumped into his head and he slowly turned around to regard the brunette who pushed her way through a couple of lines of students to see him. She stopped in front of him and Yami tilted his head slightly to the side before dragging his eyes up and down her frame slowly.
Yes, he could definitely find something that drew his attention. Tea was not ugly. She was not fat. She was curvy…well, if the skirt made any indication, anyways. If he remembered correctly, she had a nice ass–he only knew this from PE in which Joey and Tristan had decided to mess around with the girls while the coach was off talking to someone else in class; they had used a plank of wood that they were using to repair part of the roof where a light had fallen to lift her skirt up and had given literallyeveryonea very nice view of white panties on a round ass before she attacked them.
Yes, he remembered it because Mana had gasped and pointed and Yami had stared merely because he couldn't understand the point of this whole thing, not the least bit interested in any of the three of them and utterly bored as the brunette beat the crap out of themwiththe wood. And he remembered it because Tea had looked around to make sure that he hadnotseen and had gone so completely red that it rivaled his eyes and she and Miho had taken off running before the coach returned his attention to them.
"Hello," he greeted, unconsciously polite as always but definitely working to duplicate the smooth alluring edge that coated his words. "Tea."
She blushed slightly at the tone of his voice, husky, dripping with a small edge of something sultry. "Hi."
He waited a moment but she seemed too lost in her own debate of what to talk to him about now that she had gained his attention, and he merely circled his newest idea around in his head in the meantime. "You know, I never really noticed…but you're really beautiful."
Her face lit up to a shade equal to his eyes.
But she couldn't read his eyes.
Because she didn't know him.
And that was definitely the advantage that Yami used.
Tilting his head and lowering his voice slightly, rendering his eyes smoldering and warm, endless in fiery depth, he murmured, "I bet you get told that all the time, right?"
She blushed a warmer shade of scarlet. "Only sometimes."
"Doesn't your boyfriend tell you that all the time?" he pressed.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I thought you and Yugi were going out."
He was so jaded.
Everything was so twisted.
When did he become so fucked up?
Maybe it was just in his genes.
He smirked wryly at the thought. That would explain so much.
Tea blinked and then frowned before shaking her head slowly, her short brown hair bouncing with the movement. "Yugi? I'm not dating Yugi."
Yami forced himself to blink once in a long and slow movement that made him look confused, tilting his head again. "You're not? But you guys seem so close…"
"He's my best friend. But I don't feel that way about him."
"Oh. Well, then," he murmured, smiling like the Cheshire cat as his sharp eyes darkened with the slight lowering of his eyelids. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, you did flirt with me before."
Obviously, the comment that heknewshe had flirted with him was surprising for her. Her azure eyes widened and then blinked and she blushed slightly but not enough to really draw attention to it before smiling shyly. "I didn't think you had noticed."
"Of course I did. How could I not notice someone as beautiful as you?"
He was a monster and he was going to hell.
She flushed fully this time, her heart-shaped face turning bright red at the compliment, her cheeks warm with the blood pooling beneath her skin. Her eyes shown with delight at the attention he granted her and again he was reminded of Yugi, of how he craved attention he really shouldn't.
It almost brought a scowl to his face but he battled it off before it could mar his features. "If I had known you weren't with him, I would have definitely asked you out before now," he murmured softly, warmly, his voice lilting and dark with lust that didn't truly exist.
"R-really?"
Was it just him or had her breath hitched?
Yami nodded and smiled brightly at her, the fluorescents making his perfect white teeth gleam with the small bit of saliva that coated them. He tilted his head to just the right angle, to which his bangs fell and framed his face in a way that made him look adorable, beautiful and alluring in all the right ways.
Maybe his mother had taught him something useful after all.
She was trapped, and he knew that. Her eyes grew wide and the faint pink of a blush coated her cheeks as her lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile that shouldn't exist…
"You still can…"
"I could," he agreed softly before looking over his shoulders once and then twice and slowly giving her a wide smile that made his eyes brighten in false lighting. "But I would rathershowyou how much I like you. Would you let me?"
A tremor of lust coursed down her spine and maybe it was hormones or maybe she was just this desperate, but a single nod of her head and she was following him outside and to the back of the school; luckily there were no lunches after their lunch period and there were no people outside at the moment because suddenly she was pressed into the bricks and a mouth, warm and dark and unyielding, was against hers, kissing with a bruising force behind it.
A tongue that tasted of honey–Yami remembered that treat because he had indulged in it a year before when he went with his cousins out to eat–met his. It tasted all wrong and when his hands grabbed at her hips, the skirt frustrated him to no end. His brain, annoyed and scathing in its argument of how wrong it all was, struggled to grasp the concept of it before he remembered that all he had to do was move his hands up her legs.
Not complicated like pants.
But too complicated for a boy who had only ever fucked another boy.
He nearly hated himself with that thought, rolling his eyes in frustration at his stupidity, not bothering to think it through before he snaked his hand up her inner thigh. She shifted a little, a small quiver of something–fear, maybe?–rushing up the skin beneath his long digits.
"W-wait," she breathed, pulling her mouth away from his and staring at a pair of red eyes that blazed into hers as he pulled his hand away from her; she couldn't read his expression because she didn't know him well enough and mistook it for lust rather than the frustration it really was. "I don't…I'm not…"
"You're still a virgin," he murmured, shrugging. "So what?"
"I've never…"
Yami waited for a long minute for her to finish the statement but when she didn't his eyes narrowed. "Never what? Been kissed? Touched? What?"
She flushed and bowed her head a little, obviously terribly embarrassed.
Yami rolled his eyes. Girls were so full of drama. No wonder he liked fucking a boy. Yugi got off on fighting with him and girls just quivered in fear and acted like the most normal thing was something to be so ashamed of.
Of course she was still a virgin. Of course she had not been kissed yet. Of course she had not been touched yet.
And that was hardly news to him anyways. She wanted him, he did not want anyone. She refused Yugi's advances in favor of ones that should never have transpired. She was only sixteen. Of course she made stupid decisions. Of course she held out. Of course she was letting this happen.
"That's okay," he cooed, deciding to play sweet and charming with a dash of heat rather than needy and full of false lust like he really was. "I won't hurt you. I can make it so pleasurable that you'll wonder why you never did this before."
She blushed and her tongue snaked out to lick lips that tasted of strawberry. "I…r-really?"
He nodded and went to say something more but she cut him off.
"Y-you're not…oh. Um…when did you…?"
"When did I lose my virginity?"
She nodded again and a small blush bloomed on her cheeks before growing tenfold as he watched her silently.
One month for the project that they initially had their first hookup after Mokuba got hit by the car, one month in between that project and this one. So, technically, this was the third month he had been disgusting and shameful…
"Three months ago."
He went with the truth because she at least deserved that much from him.
The disgusting vile creature that was Yami.
"O-oh."
He nodded. "It's not that big a deal, Tea. I mean, I lost mine when I was drunk, but still," he murmured, feeling a little sick as he thought over the details of what he should or shouldn't say, watching her closely. "If you want to stop, we can. Just tell me if it feels uncomfortable."
She bit her lip and he wondered vaguely how the hell she could even handle the sickening taste of lip gloss coating her mouth. Gods, it was on his mouth now too. He could taste it without even licking his lips; it was smothered into his mouth from the way he had assaulted hers moments before, their lips awkward in their clash, his mouth open and coaxing hers.
"O-okay. I g-guess that's okay."
He nodded and licked his lips and that disgusting taste assaulted his senses but he fought it off in favor of leaning forward and kissing her in a gentler manner, throwing away his frustration in place of gentle coaxing. She seemed to melt in his grasp, no longer quaking when he trailed his fingers to her panties, taking a new route by sliding his hand under her skirt to the waistband, slipping his fingers inside the white cotton material and trailing them down a fuzzy patch of newly-growing pubes that made him wrinkle his nose and feel frustrated for a split second to her soft folds. He hesitated for the briefest of seconds, knowing he could never go back once he did this, and then lightly stroked at her until she quaked against him before pushing his index inside of her.
She was wet and warm and it made his stomach twist.
So different. So new. So…disgusting.
She wasn't hot and overwhelmingly tight like Yugi was when he inserted his finger.
No, she was wet and warm and tight, but not tight like him.
He allowed a hiss of frustration to travel through his nose as he breathed deeply and pulled back slightly to allow Tea a chance to breathe, burying his face in a neck that smelled disgustingly strong of perfume that nearly made him gag against her skin. He returned his mouth to hers a second later, deciding that she had breathed enough because he couldn't handle that strong smell of oils and chemicals and girl product that made his sensitive nose ache close to that of a nosebleed.
Nosebleeds…
His stomach twisted harder, heaved slightly, seemed to jump and quake beneath his skin. His finger traveled up to the knuckle and the lack of resistance kind of made him feel sad but he ignored it to push in his second finger.
She moaned when he touched something deep inside of her and he decided that would have to do for now because he was not about to have sex with her.
Especially since…
He shook the thought off. Maybe it was just his thoughts that dissuaded it.
He pushed his thoughts away, cleared his mind completely, went about shutting it down, and felt his fingers plunge deep inside her as he began a strange rhythm to finger-fuck her with.
But it didn't help. His mind shut down, his senses all taking in what should have pleased him to no end, and yet it still did not work. His sense of taste betrayed him. He could not dive into the honey and drown there. His sense of touch abandoned him. His fingers, soaked in something sticky and warm, did not like the unfamiliar setting and felt too thick from the coating of fluids. His sense of smell eluded him. His nose burned with the reminiscence of her perfume that he was now too strikingly aware of against the slightly warm-chilled air and now it was doubled with what remained of the lip gloss his own lips had not taken from her mouth…
He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her but even that didn't make his pants tight and his penis remained flaccid the entire time, nearly making him panic; when he pulled away for air, he pressed his face against the brick wall, struggling with the fact that he could not get an erection for the life of him.
Tea was panting and Yami nearly threw up. She didn't sound like Yugi. She didn't taste like Yugi. She didn't feel like Yugi. She didn't kiss like Yugi. She didn't evenpantlike Yugi.
He was a second away from sobbing as panic gripped him. What if he really was gay? Could he hide that when he went back? How was he supposed to keep it secret from his parents? Could he actually hide it from them? Or would it show?
When she moaned he recoiled so sharply he got whiplash and she stared at him in surprise; his fingers were disgustingly sticky and wet, warm with her juices, and he nearly threw up again.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no…
He would have gotten on his knees and prayed to every deity out there but it would make no difference; he was screwed and his parents were going to disown him because he was a fuck up and fuck ups did exactly that. His parents would find out and he would be kicked out and homeless and shamed and a disgrace and–no, he needed to stop thinking about this.
"Yami?"
Her voice, breathless and concerned, was what made him run. He looked up for a split second and then he turned and fled with her calling after him.
Yugi opened the door to the last person he wanted to see.
"This is your fault," Yami spat, slamming the door behind him and stalking towards him, baring his teeth in a silent snarl as he stopped a foot away from him. "You and your stupid idea. If not for you, I wouldn't be so fucked up right now."
"You're blaming finger-fucking Tea onme?" he snapped incredulously, blue-violet eyes wide as he shook his head and scowled at him. "You fucking dick. Youknewhow I felt about her."
"Oh cry me a fucking river," he snarled viciously. "Let me tell you something, Yugi, she's hardly worth the time and energy you put into her. Spread her legs like a fuckingwhorethe moment I said I wanted her. But of course that didn't matter, because you fucked with my head and I couldn't even do anything with the little bitch."
Yugi blinked and then looked ready to spit at him, but Yami cut him off before he could say anything.
"She was tight. Really tight. I guess that's why everyone likes their little virgins, right? But no, of course, I get drunk and fuck the one little slut in high school whoadvertiseshis status as a sex slave and he decides he's going to screw me over and say that I might be gay," he snickered, shaking his head, sneering softly as he stalked forward another step. "You screwed with my head and I couldn't even fuck the bitch."
He was confused now. Tea had said that Yami ran off, but not why. Because she obviously hadn't known. And the only reason she even said anything was because she knew that they were working together on yetanotherpartner project.
"She tastes like honey. Did you know that? Of course you didn't. Because she never wantedyou. Just likeInever wanted you," he spat. "I never wanted you. I never wanted this. I never wantedanyof it. I was on the straight and narrow. I was going to get my ass out of here. I was going to become exactly what I wasmeantto and thenyou–youhad to step in and ruineverything!"
"You can't blame not getting a fucking boner on me!" Yugi spat. "That's not how life works, you idiot. Have you ever considered that maybe she wasn't the rightgenderfor you, Yami?"
"Have you ever considered that the reason she couldn't give two shits about you is because you're notworththem?"
If he had expected damage with that snarl, he was sorely mistaken. Years of bullying had hardened him to the point that the little comments that Yami could throw at him left nothing more than a small bland piece of boredom in the back of his mind that burned and lingered and then dissipated altogether because that's what happened–Yugi gotboredwhen others insulted him.
They all became the same anyways. So what was the point of listening to everyone who wanted to try to drag him down?
What he was not expecting was the fist that slammed into his nose so hard and fast that he fell backwards; Yami looked confused and then horrified and then blinked and looked apologetic for a split second before he turned murderous and moved so fast Yugi would have missed it had he blinked.
Yami strode forward, straddled him, and started punching and grabbing and slamming. Yugi's head was thrown into the ground so many times he lost count but the punches were aimed at his chest instead of his face, almost as if Yami was conscious of the bruises that would appear had he aimed higher.
But all the while, his face looked confused. It was hidden rather well, but it was there. In the corner of his eyes, at the outer most reaches of his dark red irises, shining beneath the mask of rage in his gaze. His punches were not hard and Yugi took them easily, not bothering to fight back because he neither wanted to hurt Yami nor did he want to actually participate in something he abhorred so much.
He could fight, but he wouldn't. Not now.
Not here.
Not against Yami.
Not when he looked so confused and lost even with the anger on his face.
He was just scared and confused and he was not eventryingto hurt him. The fist that had busted his nose was no longer there, replaced by simple halfhearted slugs to his shoulders and chest, a few of them even missing in all the chaos that must have been swirling around the red-eyed boy's mind.
"They're going to disown me."
It was so quiet that Yugi barely caught it but when he looked at him, he could see the heartbreak that literally crossed his face, the way his body seemed to draw in on itself as he looked at the ground next to Yugi's head, blinking a few times and then shaking his head.
"They're going to disown me…"
Yugi took the opportunity that was presented to him. Gently, neither wanting to scare or hurt him, he pushed Yami off of him; the taller teen barely seemed to notice as he slipped out from under him, his eyes staring vacantly at the floor.
"My parents…are going to disown me…because of you."
Yugi blinked wide eyes when Yami slowly turned his head and looked at him, tilting it slightly to the side, his eyes wide and full of despair that made him flinch and recoil just before the taller teen slowly, almost mechanically, drew himself to his feet, the movement still fluid despite the way he looked broken doing it, and then turned and trudged out the door, not even bothering to slam it behind him like someone else would have.
In the wake of it all, however, he was still so utterly confused. Was Yami homophobic? Because that seemedreallyextremely hypocritical considering that it washimhe was shacking up with.
Then again, maybe Yugi was the gay one? He seemed open to it, after all, and he was pretty sure that no straight male couldeversay that about themselves. And if hewasgay, then did that mean that maybe he somehow influenced Yami and Yami was really straight?
And then he was laughing like a hyena.
That was fucking ridiculous.
And one of the most entertaining thoughts he had had in years.
Homosexuality wasn't some kind of disease and you couldn'tmakesomeone gay. It was in their genes or it wasn't. It was that fucking simple.
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 until the statement "I didn't know if you wanted cream cheese or peanut butter or what so I just put butter on there". If you don't think you're going to remember that, use F and Ctrl and use the Find function to skip to there.
Lemon Note: The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...
Sexual Situation Warning: There is a highly sexual moment in chapter that I suppose could be a lime. Either way, it starts at "But I would rathershowyou how much I like you. Would you let me?" and ends at the second part of chapter.
Chapter VI: The Pulse
It was only after Yugi asked again why Yami wanted to do all the research himself that he realized the subject was not about to be dropped and it irritated him to no end. Yugi stared at him curiously the entire time and Yami was fed up with him. They'd just spent two hours talking and revising their sixty-page essay on a general overview of Egypt and they'd made over twenty punctuation corrections and read it between them at least five times before they put it away again. As soon as Yugi had closed the Word Document with their essay, he was once again questioning him and Yami almost wanted to wring his neck. Why could the boy not just take his suggestion for what it was and let it go?
Yugi kept poking at it. He hadn't been direct at first, skirting around it, letting pharaohs slip into the conversation once or twice–Yami had effectively shut him down without so much as a glance in his direction by veering straight into the document again–but now, after two hours, he had obviously lost his patience and was awaiting an answer.
One that Yami had no plans on giving him.
"Because, I can get the research done easily. It shouldn't matter how we split the work up, should it?"
"Yes, it should, because we split the other one between us easily."
"So what? Maybe I want to see if this will work as well."
"Yeah? Well, maybe I don't."
"Yeah?" Yami sneered, losing all patience and glaring at him angrily. "Well, maybe I don't give a fuck what you want."
"That's great, because I don't give a fuck what you want either."
Both of them glared at each other for a moment and then the tension between them started changing. First they were glaring and then they were starting to breathe a little differently, almost panting. And then Yami's tongue was in his mouth again and Yugi was practically trembling with delight.
He had to push him away, which made Yami stare at him in confusion, to put the laptop back on his desk, and then he was all the taller teen's again. He still looked slightly confused but that was quickly gone when Yugi leaned towards him again; when he gripped at Yami's jacket, licking his lips once before pressing the moist, soft mouth against the taller teen's, Yami was completely levelheaded again. He ended up fighting off any thoughts in his head and let him get lost in the sensation of the way Yugi worked his tongue against his.
Yugi wrapped his arms around his neck and there was this strange sensation of tingles that ran through his system and then, slowly, it turned into a steady pulse like a heartbeat, warm and moving through his body heatedly. It was strange and different and he loved it, wanted more of it, feeling his entire body grow to a very comfortable heat that made everything in him pulsate at a point that felt entirely foreign but beautiful at the same time.
Stripping him of his jacket and t-shirt, Yugi ran his hands up and down his exposed flesh and began to grind his body against his, reveling in the way that Yami bared his teeth slightly and a moan passed from behind them. The growl came out a second later when Yugi ground himself hard against Yami's growing erection, the noise startling both of them for a split second before Yugi pushed into him harder and faster, his hips rolling with the effort and his body feeling desperate for more.
He moved his legs to press his knees into the other boy's hips, holding him tightly in this way and moving himself even faster. Yami's jaw set as Yugi ran his tongue over his lips and used his fingers to tip the taller teen's head up so that he could press their foreheads together. The red eyes were open and deep, like twin pools of lava and the smaller teen realized that for the first time, the gaze was perfectly open, letting him swim in the depths just as he might very well drown in his own.
The nimble fingers pulled his zipper down, sneaking his hands into his pants and pressing his palms lightly into his flesh before starting to ease the jeans down his hips, his teeth lightly biting into Yugi's lips, licking a moment later and then kissing again. Yugi moaned softly into his mouth as Yami's hands started touching him everywhere, as if trying to memorize his skin, possessing him. The kiss changed a little and Yugi found it oddly mesmerizing how his lips hardened in their pursuit of his in only seconds, charging against his as his tongue batted his down in a show of dominance.
Yugi actually loved this. Any other time and he thought he might have been upset with the thought of someone overpowering him like this, but it was oddly nice to feel Yami at this rougher rhythm. He wanted to lose his skin, his soul, his mind, his being, if only to feel this again, like he was alive–so much more alive than he had ever felt before in all sixteen years of his life.
When Yami raised his hands above his head, Yugi found it almost impossible to keep moving anymore because suddenly those red eyes were so close that they were all the smaller teen could see. In that single moment Yami was literally all-encompassing, leaning forward to press kisses on Yugi's mouth but not once releasing his hold on him, rendering him unable to close his eyes. Strange and ragged pants emptied in the air between them in sync, quickening as Yugi pulled his arms back down to start on Yami's pants in a desperation that made his fingertips shake.
Sparks of lightning burning of fire and refreshing like ice pulsed through him wildly as the taller teen's tongue twisted around Yugi's almost as if the muscle was a live wire, the air between them seeming to vibrate with the energy that pulsated through them. Yami pulled his arms back over his head and pulled away in one quick movement, his grip warm but loose against his wrists even as the backs of his hands pressed against the cool wood of his headboard and his head tipped to the side, stretching himself out like a cat to keep his hips away from the smaller boy's, settled on his haunches as his right hand pressed against his soft stomach.
With his jeans down at his knees and his hands restrained, Yugi had no real option of movement beyond his head and hips which he tried to utilize in a struggle of thrusting them against Yami's lap. But every time he got remotely close Yami would use his right hand to push him back with the single difference in his facial features being the slight narrowing of his eyes as he shook his head slowly, as if he was thinking hard about something and Yugi was distracting him.
Yami really wasn't sure why he was doing this, holding him like this, but Yugi was not arguing and he had yet to see him squirm aside from trying to impale himself again, which Yami was trying to prevent because Yugi obviously had not felt that great initially when he did this only a couple of hours ago.
Yugi kept squirming and trying to get him inside of him, but then whined when he seemed to remember the boxers he still wore, glaring at Yami who smirked against his lips and then pulled his underwear down, teasing him with gentle fingers and smirking wider. He pressed his fingers into his hip several times, lightly ghosting his digits down his pelvis to his erection and lightly touching it for a few moments before pulling his boxers down completely to join his jeans.
Yugi hissed as the sudden cold air he was exposed to and Yami chuckled against his mouth but pulled him into another kiss, his tongue once again wrapping around his with that sparking ice cold blazing hot fire that he somehow invoked in him. A tremble passed through him and his erection leaked with pre-cum, rimming him with his index finger and then lightly pressing his nail into the ring of his muscle, making Yugi gasp into his mouth.
But it did its job. Yugi relaxed impossibly and Yami pressed his fingertip inside of him before getting the first joint of his finger, watching Yugi immediately for any pain or tension, but the blue-violet-eyed sixteen-year-old showed none because he didn't feel the need to tense and Yami got his finger all the way to the knuckle. Yugi was definitely happier with the sensation of Yami prepping him because it didn't make his entire lower back burn.
Yami got his second finger in and Yugi was somewhat stunned by the fact that he didn't once look away from his eyes. The smaller teen was confused by the pulsing sensation growing tenfold in his body, now in time with the pump of Yami's fingers. He could feel the taller teen's fingers moving and changing position, watched as Yami pulled back slightly from him, his teeth digging into his cheek before smirking when Yugi moaned as the two fingers pressed into his prostate and excitement burst through his system.
He purred as Yami continued moving and then bucked, banging his head against the headboard hard enough to make it whine and the wood to hit the plaster behind it, surprising the red-eyed teen who's gaze widened drastically with the suddenness of the action. "Yami…" He really hated the idea of begging, but he couldn't help it at the moment. There was something about the red-eyed teen that made his heart pound harder and it was confusing to him but he couldn't stop it–not that he wanted to. "Please…"
"Don't beg," he murmured, licking his lips and nipping his lip with a small bite that made Yugi impossibly more excited, distracting him from Yami's third finger that pumped several times and then pulled away as Yugi moaned and then squirmed, wanting them back. "Not for this."
He might have been seeing things–in fact he was pretty sure he was–but the eyes in front of him shown with a clear desperation, something strange that swirled with a dense cloud of lust and something vicious like that of roaring flames. But the desperation, Yugi recognized, was yearning. Yami was yearning for something badly and Yugi had no idea what it was or if he would ever tell him.
"What do you want?"
He didn't think he could give it to him, not in any way, but he still asked because the desperation made his skin tingle and his heart pound faster, that pulse throbbing with heat as it traveled through his system.
For a moment Yami did not respond, his eyes growing a little narrower in expression, but slowly he released his wrists in order to hook his right index under Yugi's choker and press his lips against his softly, kissing him again before nipping his bottom lip and pulling his top, nibbling on the tender flesh as if he were contemplating something. For a moment his right hand touched his face, thumbed just beneath his nose and passed against the edge of his mouth. With the rush of blood that passed through his freed hands, Yugi found himself startled by the sensation of Yami's left hand finding its way to his chest, pressing over his heart momentarily before it moved away to press into his right hip, pinning him to the bed. For a moment Yugi did nothing but allow Yami to touch him, curiosity burning its way through his system as thoughts of whether Yami yearned for that connection again just as he did or if he wanted this for another reason entirely.
Was it possible that the want in his eyes was for the deeper physical sensation that their joined bodies brought him? Yugi himself craved it, especially after his own disgusting release hours ago; he hadn't felt that connection whatsoever then, though the sensation of falling had sufficiently made up for that.
Yugi lifted his knee and managed to slip his right leg out of his jeans and did the same with his left, shedding his clothes to the ground with an easy kick and reveling in the way that Yami did not once take his eyes away, the red gaze sparking with several different emotions that he couldn't read.
He pressed his knee into his hip and the cloud that coated Yami's eyes thickened before they suddenly cleared and drew him forth, threatening to drown him in their essence of dark ruby, warm and deep and rich in depth.
"Please, Yami."
The hoarse words were said against his lips, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, struggling to keep their foreheads against each other. For whatever reason, he felt that Yami could not break eye contact. Not once. Not for a single second. Yugi felt it when Yami pushed his boxers down, his erection long and smooth and hot against his tummy, leaking with pre-cum and heating his flesh warmly and leaving him squirming with the new touch.
Yami didn't respond immediately, blinking once, and then murmured his words from earlier, "What do you want?" with his head tilted slightly to the side and his eyes narrowed in question as the ruby shade grew a little deeper in color.
He tilted his head in confusion, wondering at this question, finding himself drowning in it momentarily before shaking it off and squirming to which Yami took the hint and grabbed his hips, positioning him before lowering him gently until he was sheathed inside of him; Yugi moaned softly, surprised out of his mind when Yami growled against his neck, his fingers suddenly working at the buckle of his choker and pulling the piece of leather from his neck, biting his flesh. It was not gentle but it was not harsh either and Yugi's legs clamped around his hips, eyes wide in shock.
A hand snaked up into his hair, rubbing gently at the nape before massaging with the tips of his fingers, kneaded at the flesh with his palm. It was gentle and apologetic, a clear gesture of "sorry for the bite" in which his teeth were still clamped around his skin, not breaking the delicate flesh and his tongue pressing flat against it. Yugi found the assault of his senses to be exciting and terrible all at once, moaning at the sensation.
The sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the room and Yugi moaned harder every time he hit his prostate and when Yami finally pulled his mouth from his flesh, he felt the hand that had been massaging the nape of his neck go into his hair, cradling his scalp for a moment before massaging again.
It was strange but the relentlessness of Yami's thrusts, never faulting in rhythm, was some kind of statement of how well they seemed to understand each other despite their constant arguments. It was different that Yami was doing thisforhim because normally no one would ever be willing to do something like this for him of all people. It was like some kind of truth between them, emotions in their purest sense. It was harsh, intense, a demanding situation that demanded satiation. They didn't even need words. It was as if it was in their blood and bones, a part of them that only reacted when around the other.
He had to brace himself against Yami's shoulders to keep his position, the pulse that existed between them growing tenfold as fire tumbled through his system and coated Yami's body, the smaller boy whimpering when he went another four thrusts before following his lead, his face finding solace in the crook of his neck again. Yugi panted as Yami breathed against his neck which throbbed in a strange rhythm of pleasure and pain from his bite. His hands, warm and yet cold at the same time, caressed his sides.
"Yugi," he muttered, pressing his smooth soft cheek against his neck, the bite mark, an act of soothing that made Yugi tremble with pleasure. "Fuck, I'm sorry." His hands went from his sides to his hips to pull him off his lap, settling him back down onto the comforter and kissing his neck. He was trembling against him, sweaty.
"I don't know why I did that. I'm not like this…"
Yugi rubbed at his back lightly, too tired to speak despite Yami's face lowering to take place against his chest, lips against his skin just above his heart. For a long five minutes he had to catch his breath and think and then murmured, "I know. You aren't going to hurt me."
I do that enough for both of us.
"Good." Yami hugged him tightly for a moment and Yugi listened to a few more small whispered apologies for the bite he had given him. Yugi touched at the skin and found that while it was throbbing it did not hurt, not truly, and touching it was not painful in any way. When he hugged Yami back, his lips pulled back into a small smirk.
The throbbing wasn't pain. It hadn't been pain at all. It was a mixture of pleasure and that pulse that had coursed through him the entire time they had started fucking.
The next morning at six-thirty-six a.m.–he got up and made some breakfast without waking the other boy who heknewwas getting up only five minutes after he got situated at the table–Yugi handed him the bagel. "I'm straight," he muttered, the words an effort to remind himself now that he couldn't stop thinking about almost everything.
Yami took it from him and stared at it for a moment before taking a bite out of the blueberry breakfast pastry–he guessed that was what it was anyways–to taste the butter that was warm and melted into it the bread. The blueberries nearly melted in his mouth and he almost wanted to cry. He hadn't eaten bagels in such a long time it was insane. "So am I," he answered as soon as he swallowed and then started eating again just as quickly.
Yugi looked at him curiously and murmured, "I didn't know if you wanted cream cheese or peanut butter or what so I just put butter on there."
He honestly wasn't sure why he bothered to tell him that when Yami very obviously was not paying attention to him in the first place and looked beyond happy with the bagel he was munching on. He looked like a happy dog that had just gotten a treat. It was both terribly unnerving and oddly satisfying at the same time. Yugi swallowed hard for a moment, watching him eat his bagel with that same happy-dog expression, and then went back to eating his cereal though he couldn't help looking up several times.
What was with him? Had he never had a bagel before? Or maybe he was just that crazy about blueberries. Yugi nearly choked on his own laughter and cereal with that thought and Yami's head snapped up very suddenly to look at him, confused.
Yugi waved a hand dismissively and shook his head, turning back to his cereal bowl. From the corner of his eye he saw Yami looking at his bagel and then eating it faster before a very low, muffled by food, voice came out and said, "Thank you. See you later, Yugi" before Yami vanished. Yugi looked after him with a reciprocated goodbye that he didn't think Yami heard, and then started eating his cereal again.
He had expected Yami to leave as soon as he was done eating but he had partly expected him to fleebeforehe even got to eat.
The bite mark had faded overnight, of course, but he didn't truly care at any point, tilting his head as he took another bite of cereal. Why was it that he allowed Yami to sink his teeth into his neck like that or even fucking stick his tongue down his throat every other time they were together? It made no sense considering the fact that he was always into Tea in the first place. It made no sense that he was willing to let him continue after that night he got drunk. Then again, he was still unsure of why he let that happen in the first place. Was it really the attention that he sought from Yami or was it something else entirely? Was it possible he was one of those late bloomers when it came to sexuality?
He knew that most gay guys, if they didn't want to admit it or otherwise, would date girls before they would finally hook up with a guy. Was that what this was? Except, kind of in reverse? He had hooked up with a guy while always having had a crush on a girl from his childhood. Could that still be applied to everything? Could he be gay? Is that why this kept happening?
Because every time he was around Yami, all he could possibly think about was sex. It was always sex. It lingered in his subconscious even when he tried to focus on the projects they were working on. He would force himself to pay attention to his work in order to avoid that little thought that kept snaking up into his mind about Yami naked. It was sickening, in all actuality. He didn't know what to do about it all and it made his stomach hurt. So perhaps he was gay.
Yugi didn't find Yami until third period in which Yami spent the entire time doing his worksheet while the rest of the class continued talking about stupid stuff when the teacher left the room after handing it out to them. Joey copied off his sheet the entire time and Yugi hated him in that instant for doing so, somehow avoiding Joey's notice every time that he glanced at the red-eyed teen.
Yami didn't look up for the longest time but when he finally did, Yugi found himself going rigid with surprise. It was a blank stare, head tilted slightly to the side, but it was the fact that images, ideas, unrealistic sexual positions flooded his mind upon their eyes locking that made him freeze like this.
Joey looked up and snatched his paper while he was distracted, copying it while Yugi was unable to look away. The blond didn't notice the way that Yugi had frozen or that he was not looking at him despite his blunt action of taking the worksheet from him.
The red eyes were scarlet now, curious. Yugi only knew the shades of red after looking them up online; it was rather embarrassing to think about the fact that he could not stay asleep one night after meeting Yami and had somehow ended up looking up the shades of red after ten minutes of rolling around in bed.
He really wished he could have said something to the red-eyed teen. It was insane how badly he wanted to talk to him, but he would never live it down if he didn't do it when the others weren't immediately around him. And with Joey right next to him…
Neither of them looked away for a long time and then finally Yami turned away because the teacher had appeared behind the door; he made a single gesture with his finger towards Yugi who snatched his sheet back from Joey when the teacher started walking back into the room.
Yami's lips twitched into a smirk as the rest of the class froze, went quiet, and then scrambled to start on their worksheets only to find that the period was only a minute away from conclusion.
Yugi didn't get to talk to him until lunch and found him outside the library doors, talking to one of his teachers about something that Yugi just barely caught wind of being his homework assignments for the next week so that he could do them early because he wasn't going to have enough time for it that week for something family related.
His teacher did not look pleased and Yugi listened to her say that he had done this exact same thing not two months ago to which he watched with a dazed expression as Yami's head suddenly tilted and his eyes became smoldering and hypnotizing, searing into hers as he said he was sorry for the inconvenience but he really wished that she would help him with this because otherwise he would not be able to give her his homework assignments until the week after because he truly could not do the next week's worth of work until his family emergency was taken care of.
Yugi stared at him in shock at that statement and the way the teacher seemed to melt into his gaze and nodded at him slowly before agreeing wholeheartedly; as soon as she was gone, he turned away, rolling his eyes, and then froze when he spotted him, eyes widening in surprise.
The blue-violet-eyed boy gave him a smirk and Yami grinned lazily before opening the door of the library for him. "So, I guess you saw that, huh?"
"Yeah, you're a real smooth talker, huh?"
Yami's eyebrow rose and he was smirking playfully when he joked, "That's how I normally get in your pants, right?" in a low voice that Yugi barely heard as he passed him, his face lighting up when he realized that could have been a joke or a dig at his "status" as a "sex slave" and finding himself unsure of what to respond with before turning around and jumping backwards when he found himself face to chest with Yami.
Yugi stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, taking in the amused look on Yami's face, and then laughed lightly, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. Yami being right behind him had scared the everlasting shit out of him.
"About that…" he breathed, glancing over his shoulder and making sure that no one was close enough to hear them talking; Yami raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "I have to ask you something."
His eyes narrowed drastically, darkening dangerously. "Shoot."
Yugi glanced around again and then led the way over to the farthest table in the back, sitting down and glancing around again to see that no one was around. "First, um, what were you doing coming in here anyways? I mean, we weren't supposed to be meeting today."
"I was going to check out a couple of books," he admitted, gesturing to the lack of items he had carried in; Yugi felt momentarily stupid for not having noticed that before. "What were you doing in here?"
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times and then looked down at the table, a small line of pink appearing on his cheeks that was just barely noticeable due to the way he lowered his head. "I came to find you so I could talk to you."
"Well, here I am. So what was it you needed?" he asked, turning around and looking at the small bookcase behind him and looking the selection over; it was several different languages–English, French, Spanish…and most of them were small picture books. His eyebrows shot up. Why the hell were they in there?
"Have you ever…err…" He clamped his front teeth into his bottom lip and thought of how he was supposed to approach the subject; when Yami finally turned his head and stared, waiting, Yugi found that the look in his eyes was rather comforting and gave him the answer to his question. "Have you ever wondered if maybe you were gay?"
The patient, expectant look died away immediately. His stomach dropped. His heart froze. Both of them stared at each other, Yugi feeling sick to his stomach as he realized that Yami had somehow gone mentally comatose without even so much as more than a small gleam that entered his eyes, turning them completely blank and dead, emotionless and haunted.
Yugi was a second away from throwing up in shock at that expression. His stomach twisted and coiled and bile rose up in the back of his throat, burning a path and making his head hurt for a moment. He hadn't meant to hurt him but it was pretty obvious that he had somehow managed to do just that.
"I'm not gay," Yami answered quietly, his voice coming out cold and dangerous. "I'm not."
He was relatively sure that Yami would not hurt him–especially since they were in school–but the expression on his face made him want to crawl in a hole somewhere. He'd seen that expression on sociopaths in movies and to see it up close made his heart pound in his chest, making his head spin as he swallowed hard.
"There's nothing wrong with–"
"Yes, there is!" Yami snarled back, his voice vicious and low, ringing with a threat that was only half noticeable under his anger. "Homosexuality is not–I'm not gay. I can't be gay…"
"Can't?" he echoed, confused. "What? Why not? It's not even a big deal, Yami. It's fine to be gay."
"No,Yugi, it'snot."
"Yes it–"
"You don't understand anything!" he snapped darkly, eyes blazing as they locked with the blue-violet gaze of the stunned teenager in front of him. "I cannot be gay. Ican't. There's no way in fucking hell that I amgay."
"What are you? Homophobic? That's kind of hypocritical considering."
"You understand nothing!"
"You're right. I don't understand anything. So why don't you explain?"
"I can't–"
"Can'twhat?" Yugi asked, confused and annoyed all at once by the way he said this. "Can'texplainor can't be gay? But then whycan'tyou? What's so wrong with it? You've already acted–"
"Shut. Up."
He froze when the words came through his teeth, barely audible and dripping with hatred. He blinked once and the red eyes narrowed furiously as a small tremor went through his body; he was about to ask what was wrong with him because he'd never seen Yami do that before, but then he could heard mumbling, barely audible, so quiet he almost didn't catch it.
"My parents are going to kill me. By Ra, they're going to kill me. I'm dead."
Yugi furrowed his brows.
"Dad will beat me within half an inch of my life and then he'll disown me immediately after. I'll be dead to the rest of the world. I'll have nothing after high school. Mom and Dad are going to cut me off completely. I will lose everything."
"Wait, what?"
Yami got up so fast he fell backwards, hitting the ground on his back against the hard wood of the chair he had been sitting in; he let out a small gasp of pain and saw that Yami was watching him briefly with a concerned expression before his eyes turned dark with anger and hatred.
"I'm not gay," he spat viciously, turning on his heel and walking off while Yugi managed to roll over and get back up, telling the concerned librarian who came over that he was okay and that no, Yami did not push him, he just fell, that yes, it was an accident.
He hurried to put the chair back upright and started after the taller red-eyed teen but just as he got out of there, just as his eyes settled on the boy who was already halfway down the hall, the bell rang and the hall was alive with movement as students all flooded out. He tried to catch up but lost sight of him in the mass of bodies, leaving him terribly confused. What was wrong with him? What did he mean that his parents would disown him? What did he mean that he would be dead to the world?
And what the fuck was "Ra"?
He wrinkled his nose. Did Yami just mention a Duel Monsters card? What the hell?
"Yami."
The boy nearly didn't stop, disgusted with himself and confused and feeling sick to his stomach, but then a thought jumped into his head and he slowly turned around to regard the brunette who pushed her way through a couple of lines of students to see him. She stopped in front of him and Yami tilted his head slightly to the side before dragging his eyes up and down her frame slowly.
Yes, he could definitely find something that drew his attention. Tea was not ugly. She was not fat. She was curvy…well, if the skirt made any indication, anyways. If he remembered correctly, she had a nice ass–he only knew this from PE in which Joey and Tristan had decided to mess around with the girls while the coach was off talking to someone else in class; they had used a plank of wood that they were using to repair part of the roof where a light had fallen to lift her skirt up and had given literallyeveryonea very nice view of white panties on a round ass before she attacked them.
Yes, he remembered it because Mana had gasped and pointed and Yami had stared merely because he couldn't understand the point of this whole thing, not the least bit interested in any of the three of them and utterly bored as the brunette beat the crap out of themwiththe wood. And he remembered it because Tea had looked around to make sure that he hadnotseen and had gone so completely red that it rivaled his eyes and she and Miho had taken off running before the coach returned his attention to them.
"Hello," he greeted, unconsciously polite as always but definitely working to duplicate the smooth alluring edge that coated his words. "Tea."
She blushed slightly at the tone of his voice, husky, dripping with a small edge of something sultry. "Hi."
He waited a moment but she seemed too lost in her own debate of what to talk to him about now that she had gained his attention, and he merely circled his newest idea around in his head in the meantime. "You know, I never really noticed…but you're really beautiful."
Her face lit up to a shade equal to his eyes.
But she couldn't read his eyes.
Because she didn't know him.
And that was definitely the advantage that Yami used.
Tilting his head and lowering his voice slightly, rendering his eyes smoldering and warm, endless in fiery depth, he murmured, "I bet you get told that all the time, right?"
She blushed a warmer shade of scarlet. "Only sometimes."
"Doesn't your boyfriend tell you that all the time?" he pressed.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I thought you and Yugi were going out."
He was so jaded.
Everything was so twisted.
When did he become so fucked up?
Maybe it was just in his genes.
He smirked wryly at the thought. That would explain so much.
Tea blinked and then frowned before shaking her head slowly, her short brown hair bouncing with the movement. "Yugi? I'm not dating Yugi."
Yami forced himself to blink once in a long and slow movement that made him look confused, tilting his head again. "You're not? But you guys seem so close…"
"He's my best friend. But I don't feel that way about him."
"Oh. Well, then," he murmured, smiling like the Cheshire cat as his sharp eyes darkened with the slight lowering of his eyelids. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, you did flirt with me before."
Obviously, the comment that heknewshe had flirted with him was surprising for her. Her azure eyes widened and then blinked and she blushed slightly but not enough to really draw attention to it before smiling shyly. "I didn't think you had noticed."
"Of course I did. How could I not notice someone as beautiful as you?"
He was a monster and he was going to hell.
She flushed fully this time, her heart-shaped face turning bright red at the compliment, her cheeks warm with the blood pooling beneath her skin. Her eyes shown with delight at the attention he granted her and again he was reminded of Yugi, of how he craved attention he really shouldn't.
It almost brought a scowl to his face but he battled it off before it could mar his features. "If I had known you weren't with him, I would have definitely asked you out before now," he murmured softly, warmly, his voice lilting and dark with lust that didn't truly exist.
"R-really?"
Was it just him or had her breath hitched?
Yami nodded and smiled brightly at her, the fluorescents making his perfect white teeth gleam with the small bit of saliva that coated them. He tilted his head to just the right angle, to which his bangs fell and framed his face in a way that made him look adorable, beautiful and alluring in all the right ways.
Maybe his mother had taught him something useful after all.
She was trapped, and he knew that. Her eyes grew wide and the faint pink of a blush coated her cheeks as her lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile that shouldn't exist…
"You still can…"
"I could," he agreed softly before looking over his shoulders once and then twice and slowly giving her a wide smile that made his eyes brighten in false lighting. "But I would rathershowyou how much I like you. Would you let me?"
A tremor of lust coursed down her spine and maybe it was hormones or maybe she was just this desperate, but a single nod of her head and she was following him outside and to the back of the school; luckily there were no lunches after their lunch period and there were no people outside at the moment because suddenly she was pressed into the bricks and a mouth, warm and dark and unyielding, was against hers, kissing with a bruising force behind it.
A tongue that tasted of honey–Yami remembered that treat because he had indulged in it a year before when he went with his cousins out to eat–met his. It tasted all wrong and when his hands grabbed at her hips, the skirt frustrated him to no end. His brain, annoyed and scathing in its argument of how wrong it all was, struggled to grasp the concept of it before he remembered that all he had to do was move his hands up her legs.
Not complicated like pants.
But too complicated for a boy who had only ever fucked another boy.
He nearly hated himself with that thought, rolling his eyes in frustration at his stupidity, not bothering to think it through before he snaked his hand up her inner thigh. She shifted a little, a small quiver of something–fear, maybe?–rushing up the skin beneath his long digits.
"W-wait," she breathed, pulling her mouth away from his and staring at a pair of red eyes that blazed into hers as he pulled his hand away from her; she couldn't read his expression because she didn't know him well enough and mistook it for lust rather than the frustration it really was. "I don't…I'm not…"
"You're still a virgin," he murmured, shrugging. "So what?"
"I've never…"
Yami waited for a long minute for her to finish the statement but when she didn't his eyes narrowed. "Never what? Been kissed? Touched? What?"
She flushed and bowed her head a little, obviously terribly embarrassed.
Yami rolled his eyes. Girls were so full of drama. No wonder he liked fucking a boy. Yugi got off on fighting with him and girls just quivered in fear and acted like the most normal thing was something to be so ashamed of.
Of course she was still a virgin. Of course she had not been kissed yet. Of course she had not been touched yet.
And that was hardly news to him anyways. She wanted him, he did not want anyone. She refused Yugi's advances in favor of ones that should never have transpired. She was only sixteen. Of course she made stupid decisions. Of course she held out. Of course she was letting this happen.
"That's okay," he cooed, deciding to play sweet and charming with a dash of heat rather than needy and full of false lust like he really was. "I won't hurt you. I can make it so pleasurable that you'll wonder why you never did this before."
She blushed and her tongue snaked out to lick lips that tasted of strawberry. "I…r-really?"
He nodded and went to say something more but she cut him off.
"Y-you're not…oh. Um…when did you…?"
"When did I lose my virginity?"
She nodded again and a small blush bloomed on her cheeks before growing tenfold as he watched her silently.
One month for the project that they initially had their first hookup after Mokuba got hit by the car, one month in between that project and this one. So, technically, this was the third month he had been disgusting and shameful…
"Three months ago."
He went with the truth because she at least deserved that much from him.
The disgusting vile creature that was Yami.
"O-oh."
He nodded. "It's not that big a deal, Tea. I mean, I lost mine when I was drunk, but still," he murmured, feeling a little sick as he thought over the details of what he should or shouldn't say, watching her closely. "If you want to stop, we can. Just tell me if it feels uncomfortable."
She bit her lip and he wondered vaguely how the hell she could even handle the sickening taste of lip gloss coating her mouth. Gods, it was on his mouth now too. He could taste it without even licking his lips; it was smothered into his mouth from the way he had assaulted hers moments before, their lips awkward in their clash, his mouth open and coaxing hers.
"O-okay. I g-guess that's okay."
He nodded and licked his lips and that disgusting taste assaulted his senses but he fought it off in favor of leaning forward and kissing her in a gentler manner, throwing away his frustration in place of gentle coaxing. She seemed to melt in his grasp, no longer quaking when he trailed his fingers to her panties, taking a new route by sliding his hand under her skirt to the waistband, slipping his fingers inside the white cotton material and trailing them down a fuzzy patch of newly-growing pubes that made him wrinkle his nose and feel frustrated for a split second to her soft folds. He hesitated for the briefest of seconds, knowing he could never go back once he did this, and then lightly stroked at her until she quaked against him before pushing his index inside of her.
She was wet and warm and it made his stomach twist.
So different. So new. So…disgusting.
She wasn't hot and overwhelmingly tight like Yugi was when he inserted his finger.
No, she was wet and warm and tight, but not tight like him.
He allowed a hiss of frustration to travel through his nose as he breathed deeply and pulled back slightly to allow Tea a chance to breathe, burying his face in a neck that smelled disgustingly strong of perfume that nearly made him gag against her skin. He returned his mouth to hers a second later, deciding that she had breathed enough because he couldn't handle that strong smell of oils and chemicals and girl product that made his sensitive nose ache close to that of a nosebleed.
Nosebleeds…
His stomach twisted harder, heaved slightly, seemed to jump and quake beneath his skin. His finger traveled up to the knuckle and the lack of resistance kind of made him feel sad but he ignored it to push in his second finger.
She moaned when he touched something deep inside of her and he decided that would have to do for now because he was not about to have sex with her.
Especially since…
He shook the thought off. Maybe it was just his thoughts that dissuaded it.
He pushed his thoughts away, cleared his mind completely, went about shutting it down, and felt his fingers plunge deep inside her as he began a strange rhythm to finger-fuck her with.
But it didn't help. His mind shut down, his senses all taking in what should have pleased him to no end, and yet it still did not work. His sense of taste betrayed him. He could not dive into the honey and drown there. His sense of touch abandoned him. His fingers, soaked in something sticky and warm, did not like the unfamiliar setting and felt too thick from the coating of fluids. His sense of smell eluded him. His nose burned with the reminiscence of her perfume that he was now too strikingly aware of against the slightly warm-chilled air and now it was doubled with what remained of the lip gloss his own lips had not taken from her mouth…
He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her but even that didn't make his pants tight and his penis remained flaccid the entire time, nearly making him panic; when he pulled away for air, he pressed his face against the brick wall, struggling with the fact that he could not get an erection for the life of him.
Tea was panting and Yami nearly threw up. She didn't sound like Yugi. She didn't taste like Yugi. She didn't feel like Yugi. She didn't kiss like Yugi. She didn't evenpantlike Yugi.
He was a second away from sobbing as panic gripped him. What if he really was gay? Could he hide that when he went back? How was he supposed to keep it secret from his parents? Could he actually hide it from them? Or would it show?
When she moaned he recoiled so sharply he got whiplash and she stared at him in surprise; his fingers were disgustingly sticky and wet, warm with her juices, and he nearly threw up again.
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no…
He would have gotten on his knees and prayed to every deity out there but it would make no difference; he was screwed and his parents were going to disown him because he was a fuck up and fuck ups did exactly that. His parents would find out and he would be kicked out and homeless and shamed and a disgrace and–no, he needed to stop thinking about this.
"Yami?"
Her voice, breathless and concerned, was what made him run. He looked up for a split second and then he turned and fled with her calling after him.
Yugi opened the door to the last person he wanted to see.
"This is your fault," Yami spat, slamming the door behind him and stalking towards him, baring his teeth in a silent snarl as he stopped a foot away from him. "You and your stupid idea. If not for you, I wouldn't be so fucked up right now."
"You're blaming finger-fucking Tea onme?" he snapped incredulously, blue-violet eyes wide as he shook his head and scowled at him. "You fucking dick. Youknewhow I felt about her."
"Oh cry me a fucking river," he snarled viciously. "Let me tell you something, Yugi, she's hardly worth the time and energy you put into her. Spread her legs like a fuckingwhorethe moment I said I wanted her. But of course that didn't matter, because you fucked with my head and I couldn't even do anything with the little bitch."
Yugi blinked and then looked ready to spit at him, but Yami cut him off before he could say anything.
"She was tight. Really tight. I guess that's why everyone likes their little virgins, right? But no, of course, I get drunk and fuck the one little slut in high school whoadvertiseshis status as a sex slave and he decides he's going to screw me over and say that I might be gay," he snickered, shaking his head, sneering softly as he stalked forward another step. "You screwed with my head and I couldn't even fuck the bitch."
He was confused now. Tea had said that Yami ran off, but not why. Because she obviously hadn't known. And the only reason she even said anything was because she knew that they were working together on yetanotherpartner project.
"She tastes like honey. Did you know that? Of course you didn't. Because she never wantedyou. Just likeInever wanted you," he spat. "I never wanted you. I never wanted this. I never wantedanyof it. I was on the straight and narrow. I was going to get my ass out of here. I was going to become exactly what I wasmeantto and thenyou–youhad to step in and ruineverything!"
"You can't blame not getting a fucking boner on me!" Yugi spat. "That's not how life works, you idiot. Have you ever considered that maybe she wasn't the rightgenderfor you, Yami?"
"Have you ever considered that the reason she couldn't give two shits about you is because you're notworththem?"
If he had expected damage with that snarl, he was sorely mistaken. Years of bullying had hardened him to the point that the little comments that Yami could throw at him left nothing more than a small bland piece of boredom in the back of his mind that burned and lingered and then dissipated altogether because that's what happened–Yugi gotboredwhen others insulted him.
They all became the same anyways. So what was the point of listening to everyone who wanted to try to drag him down?
What he was not expecting was the fist that slammed into his nose so hard and fast that he fell backwards; Yami looked confused and then horrified and then blinked and looked apologetic for a split second before he turned murderous and moved so fast Yugi would have missed it had he blinked.
Yami strode forward, straddled him, and started punching and grabbing and slamming. Yugi's head was thrown into the ground so many times he lost count but the punches were aimed at his chest instead of his face, almost as if Yami was conscious of the bruises that would appear had he aimed higher.
But all the while, his face looked confused. It was hidden rather well, but it was there. In the corner of his eyes, at the outer most reaches of his dark red irises, shining beneath the mask of rage in his gaze. His punches were not hard and Yugi took them easily, not bothering to fight back because he neither wanted to hurt Yami nor did he want to actually participate in something he abhorred so much.
He could fight, but he wouldn't. Not now.
Not here.
Not against Yami.
Not when he looked so confused and lost even with the anger on his face.
He was just scared and confused and he was not eventryingto hurt him. The fist that had busted his nose was no longer there, replaced by simple halfhearted slugs to his shoulders and chest, a few of them even missing in all the chaos that must have been swirling around the red-eyed boy's mind.
"They're going to disown me."
It was so quiet that Yugi barely caught it but when he looked at him, he could see the heartbreak that literally crossed his face, the way his body seemed to draw in on itself as he looked at the ground next to Yugi's head, blinking a few times and then shaking his head.
"They're going to disown me…"
Yugi took the opportunity that was presented to him. Gently, neither wanting to scare or hurt him, he pushed Yami off of him; the taller teen barely seemed to notice as he slipped out from under him, his eyes staring vacantly at the floor.
"My parents…are going to disown me…because of you."
Yugi blinked wide eyes when Yami slowly turned his head and looked at him, tilting it slightly to the side, his eyes wide and full of despair that made him flinch and recoil just before the taller teen slowly, almost mechanically, drew himself to his feet, the movement still fluid despite the way he looked broken doing it, and then turned and trudged out the door, not even bothering to slam it behind him like someone else would have.
In the wake of it all, however, he was still so utterly confused. Was Yami homophobic? Because that seemedreallyextremely hypocritical considering that it washimhe was shacking up with.
Then again, maybe Yugi was the gay one? He seemed open to it, after all, and he was pretty sure that no straight male couldeversay that about themselves. And if hewasgay, then did that mean that maybe he somehow influenced Yami and Yami was really straight?
And then he was laughing like a hyena.
That was fucking ridiculous.
And one of the most entertaining thoughts he had had in years.
Homosexuality wasn't some kind of disease and you couldn'tmakesomeone gay. It was in their genes or it wasn't. It was that fucking simple.