Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Infatuation ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter VII: Infatuation
"There is nothing wrong with being gay."
Yugi was unsure of why exactly he was arguing this position because he was pretty sure that if he had a crush on Tea for years like that, then certainly, by all means, he was not gay. But Yami, on the other hand, had never shown interest in anyone, even the hot blonde Mana that he was already hanging around or evenMaiwho Joey dubbed the hottest girl in existence who they had all seen him personally hanging out with one night at the theater when they went as a group to reduce ticket cost–of course, upon seeing her, Joey had announced that they would follow the two of them, especially when Tristan asked out loud if it was a date after spotting Mai grab Yami's hand, and all of them had been forced to watch Mai and Yami sitting in the back rows laughing and messing around and occasionally throwing candy at other customers; it was by all means, a date by the looks of it, but when Yami suddenly turned around and smirked at Joey out of nowhere–they had thought they had done a good job of hiding, but of course, with Joey grumbling like he was, that really wasn't an option–as Mai left for the restroom, he had said they came as friends and then laughed his ass off when Tristan made a scene about having wasted ten dollars stalking a couple that wasn't even a couple–so maybe he reallywasgay.
Because, the only person he had shown interest in, at all, was Yugi.
And Yugi was still male.
He had the body parts to prove it.
"I am notgay!" Yami spat for the millionth time that day.
"You know, the sooner you admit it, the sooner you can come to terms with it."
He hadn't meant to make it come out in a singsong voice, but of course it did.
Yami raised his head and fixed him a stare that a wolf would give a sheep, red eyes boring into his and rendering him completely paralyzed.
"You understand nothing, Yugi."
"You're right. Idon'tunderstand. I don't understand how the fuck you can react to something sonormalas if it was the end of the world."
Yugi could almostseethe wordsThey're going to disown mebehind his sharp red eyes.
"And what the fuck does that evenmean?" he cried in desperation, throwing his hands up. "Your parents aren't going to disown you for something so stupid!"
"You. Understand.Nothing."
"I already admitted that. Please, say somethingdifferentfor once, Yami."
For a moment he was silent and then finally, under his breath, "I fucking hate you. It's your fault. They're going to disown me all because of you."
"Hate me all you want, sweet cheeks, but it doesn't matter. Now, how the fuck is thismyfault? I didn't make you gay, Yami. In fact, you're born with it, so if it's anyone's fault, it's your parents'."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Yugi took a quick step back when Yami stood up, glowering and spitting, "You don't understand anything, so you have no right to fucking open your mouth. Do the world a goddamned favor and shut it, would you?"
For a long minute neither of them spoke and Yami took a seat on the armrest again. Yugi, on the other hand, suddenly lunged.
The taller boy's head snapped towards him, startled by the sudden move, but then melted into the familiarity that the school "bad boy" brought with him.
Regardless, Yami still was not really sure how it happened. One second they were arguing and then the next Yugi's tongue, his sinfully delicious tongue, was in his mouth, stroking and moving against his; he went over the armrest with Yugi between his legs and he was terrified but he refused to let it control him. Instead when Yugi started pulling at his clothes, he hissed something rather vague about not getting naked to which Yugi accommodated him.
His pants were unzipped, unbuttoned, pulled down, and Yugi was pressed into him, his erection making him hiss as it was exposed to the cold air of the apartment. Lips pressed against his and in his confusion he gripped at Yugi's jacket, unable to push him away even when Yugi's finger entered him; he squirmed and the finger stopped for a moment, highly uncomfortable and anything but painful.
His stomach exploded with fear, fear of what Yugi was doing, of the possibilities, of what it meant to actually want this to happen, of handing the control over when he was always in control since arriving in Japan. And did it make him any less of a person if he did this? Surely not if Yugi could do it for him and come away just as he always was.
Suddenly Yugi was inside of him and he was big, filling him completely, making him stretch in ways Yami had never really given much thought to. He was still so confused. How had he ended up like this?
He had never been interested in anyone because of his family and now he was fucking and being fucked by another male. What the hell had happened to him?
His fingers dug into Yugi's shoulders, confused and scared and making Yugi's face twist into a grimace of pain.
Their position wasn't the best. Yami was bent backwards over the armrest and Yugi was standing, leaning over, inside of him, on top of him, above him. And the only thing Yami could think of was why this was happening. Where had he gone wrong? And why washewrong? What was wrongwithhim?
Yugi finally started moving and if Yami had not been so focused on the terrors that were taking up space in his mind, he would felt the pleasure that Yugi had the times Yami had taken him. Instead of mewling with each time Yugi hit his prostate–and Yugiknewhe was hitting it because he could feel it despite its small size–Yami was sinking his nails further into his skin and he was becoming more terrified in expression.
Maybe it made Yugi disgusting and sadistic but he didn't stop. And finally, after twenty minutes, Yami seemed to relax against him rather suddenly, as if his fears had very spontaneously fallen away, and his mouth opened in moans and mewls of pleasure, his eyes closed and his grip on his shoulders lightening to a more bearable pressure.
Yugi would have given anything to see inside Yami's head at that moment. Because he was obviously braving whatever fear he felt because there was no way it was gone, not when his nails would occasionally sink into his skin again, his sounds would occasionally stop completely for minutes at a time, and his eyes would open with a terrified, confused and hurt expression that made his heart wrench.
And yet he didn't stop, because for whatever reason, this also seemed to relax Yami for small intervals of time and though he knew he would not be able to make him reach orgasm, it was comforting to know that he wasn't hurting him.
Yami was breathless, tired, panting, when Yugi finally came inside of him, catching himself against the cushions next to Yami's body as the red-eyed boy opened his eyes in confusion at the lack of movement. Yugi waited a minute and then pulled out of him and Yami continued staring in confusion, looking completely and utterly lost now; for a moment he didn't move but then he was suddenly pulling his pants up, scrambling to get dressed again, his movements wild and scattered and causing him to fall off the couch rather painfully. Yugi went to help him up but Yami was already on his feet and bolting from the house, leaving him alone to stare after him.
Did that constitute as rape?
Yugi debated this for a long time. Yami had not said no but he had not said yes either. He had not pushed him away and had pulled him closer, in fact. He had let him kiss him and maybe he had been too lost in his thoughts at the time to notice what was going on, but he hadn't panicked or begged him to stop.
It was rather apparent Yami had been having a war going on in his head, unable to focus on what was happening to and around him.
Yugi leaned against the couch for a moment. Yami had softened every single time he had lost himself in his head. He wanted to ask him if he was okay, wanted to follow him and see if it was him he had run from so fast, but the thoughts died away in his head to be replaced by another train entirely different.
Maybe he was bisexual, not gay. Because he had never liked a guy before Yami and he had been as close to in love with Tea as he could have been for three years straight. So maybe he was bisexual, not gay. Maybe that meant the same for Yami too?
But then…again, came the thought that perhaps Yami was gay. Because he had been asexual as far as Yugi was concerned. No interest was shown in others around him. No females, no males. No one had caught those dark red eyes. And after Mokuba was put in the hospital–Yugi should really ask about that some time–Yami had come to him and fucked him and then, even sober, he did not stop it at all.
And every single time it happened he had the opportunity. All it took was pushing him away.
And yet, Yami had never made the move to do so.
And neither had Yugi, because Yugi had liked it. So, if Yugi was right, Yami's reason was the exact same and that meant that he was interested in males. Which meant he was gay because otherwise he would have responded to Tea like he responded to Yugi–erections, make out sessions, bodies brushing together and not hesitating in their wants.
But no, Yami had run off because he couldn'tgetan erection. Which meant that he was not interested in girls.
Which meant, in all respects, he had to be gay.
…Right?
Or maybe he just didn't hit it off with Tea. Maybe he had the hots for another girl. Maybe Mana if not Mai, but then, in a weird freaky kind of way, the two of them looked alike–long blonde hair, Mana's goldenrod like Yugi's bangs and Mai platinum, kind of semi-revealing clothing, both with bright eyes that were also dark at the same time–so maybe that didn't work either.
Yugi frowned in puzzlement.
Perhaps…Yami was just gay.

Yami got to the hospital ten minutes later than expected. Because, before he could even get there, he had thrown up all over the sidewalk like some kind of drunk person, staggered a few feet, and then had fled to his house to clean his mouth out before taking off to Domino City Central Hospital.
So when he got there, Seto, Bakura and Malik were all standing around and talking about stupid things; as soon as the blond of the group spotted him all three pairs of eyes–dark coffee brown that turned nearly black when angered, ice blue that blazed with fire, and a pair of lavender eyes with nearly no pupils–turned and stared.
He forced himself into a jog despite the way his legs protested, the way his stomach screamed for him to move slower, and the way his throat seemed to burn with the action; all three pairs of eyes traveled up and down his form for a long moment but none of them mentioned the small limp he had obtained. Not yet, anyways, but he knew it would not go unmentioned later on.
"How is he?"
He was breathless and it earned three matching smirks that varied in degree, Seto's small and barely noticeable, Malik's semi-wide and Bakura's wide as the Cheshire cat's.
"Oh, he's fine," the brown-eyed spiky-silver-haired pale-skinned boy stated, chuckling softly as he looked his shorter cousin over.
Yami felt strange with that pair of eyes scrutinizing him but that always happened anyways; it was hard not to feel strange with those dark brown eyes watching you. He had grown accustomed to it anyways, not that he was really willing to admit it took him a year to do so.
"They're keeping him here for a few more weeks," the tall brunet explained, that smirk on his face never leaving.
Okay, was the limpthatnoticeable?
God, now he almost wished he had gotten shit-faced to deal with them.
"Observation and all that," Malik supplied.
Yami tilted his head. "How's his leg?"
"It's okay. Doctor said he might never be able to run properly."
"So nothing's really changed."
Bakura had no shame and it was what made Yami snicker while Malik shook his head with a wider smirk and Seto shot him a sharp but amused look. It was true, however; Mokuba was really bad at running. No one really had an explanation for it, but he kind of leaned forward more than he kept himself straight and sometimes when he ran he couldn't keep in one line.
The running gag of the family was to mimic his run.
Yami had never really done it because Bakura and Malik were the only two who really pointed it out and teased him for it, but he had joked about it more than once with the others.
Even Seto had laughed about it more than once already.
"But the surgery worked?"
"Yeah. He just…can't ever really get on a plane anymore."
The others all fell silent, the laughter that had been there moments before immediately gone. Mokuba had been hit and stuck in a coma for two months now, officially on his third. His leg had been mangled and torn up and the doctors had said he was barely even alive when they got him, that it was a miracle that he had even survived as long as he had considering all the factors of the accident–a drunk driver skidded on black ice left behind by an early spring rain in which the rain had frozen overnight when the temperatures dropped rather drastically, hit him and got knocked out from the impact with the wheel, car was totaled, Mokuba was hypothermic by that point, most of his blood was gone, and he was barely breathing–and that he might never wake from the coma, especially when Seto insisted that they not amputate his leg, that they tried to save it.
Yami looked away from them because none of them were really looking at him anymore and hesitantly peeked into the room where his younger cousin lay under snow white sheets with a pillow behind his head and the monitors attached to his body. His eyes immediately flicked away again.
"He was only awake for a few minutes," Bakura muttered, glancing at him. "He asked for you but…"
"I missed it," he supplied, nodding. "I…Things got a little out of hand."
None of them really commented for a moment, neither accepting nor discouraging Yami's silence on the matter.
"So, how about that limp you got there?"
Oh fucking Ra…
"What's up with that?"
Was it a crime if you gouged your cousin's eyes out?
Yami nearly convinced himself that it wasn't because Bakura would be in a hospital at the time it happened and that would be the logical place to do it, where there would be immediate attention towards his wound, but then shook it all off when he felt all three of them staring at him pointedly.
"Doesn't look like you're in pain," Malik hinted, snickering softly.
"Yes, please explain it," Seto muttered, raising an eyebrow at him.
"You're the ones who always say you have skills," Yami snapped, bristling, "so why don't you tell me?"
All three of them went wide-eyed and then mouths dropped open–two of them, the psychos who stared in pure shock for a minute before cracking up and nearly falling over each other–while Yami ducked his head and glared at the ground.
He couldn't have just said he was stiff? Oh,no, he justhadto blurt out that he took it up the ass in not so many words.
"Holy shit, no way," Bakura cracked up. "Who was it?"
"Shut up," Yami spat, not looking up. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't mean anything."
"Dude, you're in so much trouble," Malik argued, shaking his head and seeming to have sobered up from his laughter, blinking wide eyes as he looked at him. "Your parents…"
"You think I don't know that?" When he raised his head all three of them flinched openly. "I am well fucking aware of that, Malik. But is it that much of a surprise? I fuck up all the goddamned time."
"What?" his silver-haired cousin barked, scowling and shaking his head. "Don't even start with that."
"I didn't even make it to see my eight-year-old cousin when he first woke up from a three month coma," Yami spat, shaking his head. "You can't argue that Ididn'tjust fuck up."
All three of them fell silent for a moment.
"It doesn't matter that you missed it. The point is that he woke up," Seto argued after the silence became too thick for any of them to really think straight. "Besides, you can see him whenever you want after he comes home."
Yami rolled his eyes. "It's not the same."
None of them argued with that.
"Who was it?" Malik asked, his voice quiet and nonjudgmental and purely curious.
He brought his right thumbnail to his mouth and chewed with his bottom teeth for a moment, wondering what he should say; the others watched him closely, curiously, for a long moment.
"Yugi Motou."
For a moment none of them answered and then all three of them were cracking up.
"Theshrimp?" Bakura howled.
"The sex slave?" Malik snickered.
"The smallest boy in your school?" Seto laughed.
He rolled his eyes and looked over the railing. He could see a million doctors and nurses and people walking around on the ground floor beneath them, some stopping to talk while others scurried around. It was not busy today–thankfully, Yami supposed–and so most of them were not running. There was a select few who were racing around but it seemed more like their own patients needed them rather than anything worthwhile.
He strode towards the railing, grabbing at the white metal and staring harder when he spotted a nurse that he recognized. His head tilted to the side. No, she wasn't a nurse. She was volunteering–dear Ra, was that Vivian Wong?
His eyes stretched to the size of saucers. Holy fuck.
He didn't know her personally and he didn't really know the dress code of the hospital, but he was pretty sure that breasts were not supposed to be exposed that much. He shook his head slightly. What the fuck?
When was the last time that he had interacted with the brunette?
He could not recall a single instance, actually.
No, he did not know her at all. But he did know Mai and Mai was the brunette's best friend so she had mentioned her a few times.
He knew her name.
He knew her face.
From cheerleading.
From the one game that he went with Bakura and Malik to attend.
From the occasional mentioning of her name between him and Mai when they spoke of their days before his history class with Yugi began each day.
From her sitting nearby in his history class though they had never held a conversation.
Bakura whistled softly, a catcall that would never reach her. "Shit, nice boobs."
"They're called breasts," Yami muttered.
His cousin made a scoffing noise. "Don't get technical on me, Yami."
"Who the hell calls them that anyways?" Malik snickered, coming to his other side and purring softly, the noise making the air seem to part with amusement. "No one calls them that anymore."
Yami pulled away from the railing, turned and walked a couple of feet, started in on his nail again, thinking hard about what he should say.
"Who knew our little cousin had it in him to be a peeping tom?"
"I was doing nothing of the sort!" he spat viciously, spinning on him. "I thought I recognized her and I did."
Bakura and Malik suddenly swapped looks and then turned to him with a confused expression shared between them that made Yami stop short and stare while Seto gave them completely silent regards from a guarded expression.
"Wait, wasn't that Tea chick telling Yugi about how you finger-fucked her at school the other day?" the silver-haired boy asked slowly, cautiously, narrowing his eyes and glancing at Malik sideways before turning back; the blond nodded once and stared at him for an explanation.
"For fuck's sake,you'rethe slut?" Seto cried, shaking his head. "I was expecting it from those two, butyou?"
Yami turned crimson and ducked his head while his cousins roared with laughter and gave high-fives, snickering and watching him with delighted expressions. "I…I…" he started, voice coming out strained and weak before blinking wide eyes and groaning. "Yugi started asking if I was gay, but I'm not–I mean, I can't be–so then I decided to prove it and Tea always had this massive crush on me so I just…"
"Damn it," the brunet growled while Bakura and Malik went slack-jawed once more, eyes nearly popping out of their heads as they stared at him.
"You used her?" Bakura asked.
"Who knew you had it in you?"
"Stop saying that!" he snarled, spinning on the blond. "Stop fucking saying that."
"You guys are stressing him out. Knock it off."
Neither of them really gave a shit what Seto had to say, because that was how it normally went anyways. The taller brunet was the only one who could keep them in line but only after he convinced them why tonotdo what they planned to. Now, however, they only stopped because of the distress in Yami's eyes.
Contrary to popular belief, the two of them were not malicious. When they got into fights with someone at school, they kicked ass because that was how they got their frustrations out, but they would never hurt one of their cousins.
So, they both fell silent while Yami went back to chewing on his thumbnail and Seto went back to looking at them silently, taking in information but not bothering with contribution.
"Your parents…"
"I know. I know about my parents. Theyaremine, after all."
For a long minute none of them spoke and then both of them were looking at their older cousin who was watching the youngest start pacing slowly towards the window of his brother's room and then back to the railing before stopping and leaning forward to watch something downstairs.
The three of them joined him after a moment, finding that someone had brought in an elderly man on a gurney. They were all talking loudly and saying something, some people rushing forward while others were calling down the hallways.
Yami tracked their movements without so much as a pause, but the man on the gurney…he looked almost familiar.
And he shouldn't have.
Yet he recognized his face, not his name.
"Holy fuck–is that the shrimp?"
Yami shot a look towards Malik and then tried to follow his eyes before his own gaze grew twice its size; sure enough there was Yugi, talking to one of the paramedics while a girl with long blonde hair pulled in pigtails holding a stuffed brown bear was at his side with wide eyes, the glasses on her face doing nothing but accentuating the large size of them. She looked like she might be twelve but the clothes she wore said something completely different–fishnet stockings, black Converses shoes with skulls, a black and red pleated plaid skirt, a tight black tank top under a small jean jacket that barely covered her under-developed chest with the buttons that were actually in use, long black half-sleeves on her arms, and a choker-like necklace with a small sapphire gemstone in the middle just over the indent of her collarbone.
"Who the fuck is she?" Bakura muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Why the fuck haven't I ever seen her before?"
"Is she holding his hand? She's holding his hand!"
"Holy shit–Yugi fucked you up the ass but he's got a girlfriend!"
"Maybe you guys can have a threesome!"
"Yugi is a pedophile! She's still a little girl!"
"Knock it off!"
The snarl was low and cold but it drew the attention of several others down the hall and around them. Bakura and Malik gave him slightly shocked looks while Seto smirked and snickered at their expressions and Yami rolled his eyes while leaning against the railing more fully.
"Jealous much?" his silver-haired cousin snickered.
"I wonder if Ra will punish me if I kill you."
"That's fucked up," Malik muttered.
Yami rolled his eyes with a soft groan, putting his forehead against the railing and shaking his head. Why was he related to these two idiots anyways? Some people were just not supposed to reproduce and apparently his mother's sister and her husband fell under that category.
"Okay, fun aside, what are you going to do about your parents?" Bakura asked, leaning against the railing and not taking his eyes off of the two figures below; Yugi was talking to the blonde girl now, saying something and gesturing slightly. The girl had massive tears streaming down her face and Yugi was obviously trying to comfort her.
"I don't know." His voice was muffled from his position but the others understood what he said. He rubbed his hot skin against the cool metal, unsure of why he felt so feverish. It had started since he had arrived at the hospital but now his skin was prickling beneath his shirt and he felt almost sick with the sensation. "I just…fuck, I don't know."
"Well, obviously you can't tell them," Malik muttered, sighing and running a hand through his spiky blond hair; neither Yami nor Bakura sneered "You think?" like he had expected.
"She just kissed him."
Yami didn't open his eyes for a long moment and when he finally did, his eyes drifted across the tile flooring to take in the two once more; Yugi barely stood at the same size as her, or maybe it was she who barely stood at the same size of him. Either way, they were small in size, facing each other, talking quietly. The teddy bear was getting the stuffing squeezed out of it. The girl was sobbing her heart out. Yugi was trying to comfort her but seemed a little lost on how to do so even from this far away. They looked like the perfect couple. Creamy milky skin tones, flawless semi-heart-shaped faces, standing at the same size, wide eyes, long lashes, even the fashion sense…
"They probably are dating," Yami observed, shrugging and turning to them, rubbing his cheek against the railing as he took in their expressions; Bakura stared with narrowed eyes, no real emotion but silent judgment across his face and Malik was leaning forward a little more, obviously interested by the sudden appearance of the girl.
"Why have we never seen them before though?" Malik asked.
"Who knows? Does it matter?"
Both of them shot him incredulous looks, Bakura's hardened and dark while Malik grimaced before they suddenly looked back at the two again.
"I have to live with them until I get married," Yami said softly, turning his head and laying his forehead against the railing again, wishing he could absorb the cool sensation of the metal into his skin and chill his heated flesh. "I'll never escape them. I'll never make it out of there without being disowned."
"Marriage?" Seto asked, startled.
Yami had a moment where he forgot that Seto was not completely aware of all the things in their family customs as his parents had died when he turned twelve and he had been living off their inheritance, making a name for himself in Domino City for the last five years as he now owned his own corporation, Kaiba Corp.
"Yeah, it's a custom," Bakura supplied for him, leaning forward a little more and narrowing his eyes further; he recognized the girl from somewhere but he couldn't remember for the life of him who the fuck she was. "Unless you are disowned, you live with your family until you are married."
"What the fuck?" the brunet scoffed.
He and Mokuba's parents had not enforced that custom at all. In fact, Yami's parents were technically the only one who followed that custom anymore. Both Bakura and Malik's parents had dismissed that altogether.
But considering the circumstances of his own family, Yami actuallycouldunderstand why it was seemingly so important to his parents. Even if he didn't agree, hedidunderstand. Even if hehatedit, he understood. It made a difference–a small one, but still a difference.
"But fuck, if they disown me, I will have nothing," Yami murmured. "My name is going to be slandered and dragged through the mud, my house is going to be taken out from under me, I'm going to be so screwed over."
"So get emancipated."
Yami jerked and his head snapped around, confused for a moment before his eyes stretched wide and he blinked several times; emancipation. Why had he not thought of that?
He cringed. "No." He turned away and swallowed hard. "I can't do that either. The courts would get involved. It would be just another massive scandal. My parents would be ridiculed. Besides, I'm not even seventeen yet. Plus, it will take forever to process and what am I to do if Idowin? I have no job so doing so would be a waste of money I don't have and time that could be better used just keeping my grades up. When it blows over…I can go home again."
Yugi looked up at that moment. At first his expression was confused and slightly cold, annoyed by all means, but when his eyes found Yami's, they stretched wide in surprise before blinking several times.
"Yugi!" the girl beside him said, confused, looking up and glancing at them and back, annoyed that someone else had caughtherYugi's attention.
"Hmm?" he muttered halfheartedly, not looking away.
"Ooh, a staring contest," Bakura chuckled darkly.
Yami chuckled once and shook his head. "You're so stupid."
"Shut up. I need to stare the bitch down."
"Which one?" Malik asked.
"And now I understand why my humor is so fucked up."
Both of his cousins started laughing at his comment, looking at him and drawing his attention away so that he could smirk at them before pushing away from the railing and turning to Seto.
"I can't get emancipated."

"Hey…"
Yami looked up after a moment, blinking as he put his pencil down; across from him, Mana and Mahado stared at the newcomer with widened eyes.
"What's up?"
Yugi glanced over his shoulder at his friends who were practically gawking, and then turned back, muttering, "My house after school? I can't make it to the library. I have things I have to do."
The red eyes blinked once and then he nodded. "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," he answered, furrowing his brows slightly; Yugi looked dejected. His posture was off. His hands were in his pockets. His eyes had small bags beneath them. His hair looked more disarrayed than usual. He was staring at just beneath his eyes, towards his eyelashes rather than his gaze, and his expression seemed to scream defeat.
Yami would have asked but he did not wish to be rude, nor did he want to make Yugi stay over there longer than he had to. But the dejected look made his stomach twist and he honestly had to wonder what was wrong even if he did not force the words from his mouth.
"Great," he muttered, turning on his heel and walking off.
Mana and Mahado looked at him immediately as he watched his departure from the corner of his eye before turning back; the two stared expectantly but he honestly had nothing to tell them.
Yami had not seen Yugi in three days–not since Friday at the hospital, in which he had left through the back exit so that they would not cross paths and Yugi was not there on Monday–so his sudden appearance, especially after he missed the first half of the day, was rather surprising.
His request even more so.
Yami tried to fight off the chill of fear that swept through him for the smaller boy but could not push it away and instead felt it lingering just beneath his skin even as his mind told him that everything was okay.
But obviously it wasn't.
Yugi's demeanor was off. His entire body language was completely opposite of what it should have been. It was sad, broken, like his will had been stripped from him, and he had no idea what the hell caused it.
"Well, that was definitely strange," Mana murmured.
Her twin nodded his consent towards her comment and watched Yami closely for a moment. "How far are you two in your project?"
For a moment Yami wondered if this was some passive-aggressive dig at his relationship with Yugi, but realized quickly that it was merely his paranoia talking. But Ra, what was he going to do?
He wasn't about to let Mahado see how rattled his question had left him, especially not with the way Mana was now watching him as well, both twins terribly curious but also slightly concerned by something that they must have seen on his face in that single moment of his mask slipping.
"Not far enough. We might even be behind the rest of the class, honestly. We haven't gotten together in over four days now."
"Don't stress about it," the mauve-eyed boy advised, probably trying to ease some of his discomfort. "You still have a long time to finish it up. Besides, you two are really smart, so I have no doubt that you'll finish it before it's even due."
Yami thought it over for a long moment and then finally nodded before grabbing his tray and dumping it in the trash; yeah, they would get it done before it was due.
Of course they would. Why wouldn't they?
He did not even bother with discretion when he looked over his shoulder at the smaller boy.
He sat with the others but while they openly talked, he was merely listening, occasionally saying something before watching them argue some more; when he looked over, Yami mouthed "You okay?" to which he shrugged and waved him off dismissively.
Normally that would have provoked his ire but this time Yami just let it happen, taking his seat again and watching the twins as they started to mess around with their food and, as per usual, began to make the better image with it.
The tradition had started in ninth grade in which Yami had commented that his food looked oddly like a lizard in shape and Mana had decided hat she was going to make a dog and Mahado said he could make one better. Now, every day, after they finished eating what they actuallywantedoff their trays, they would make images in their food and Yami would be the judge of who made the better one. Both of them were pretty talented though, and Yami often ended up pissing them off–playfully, because neither of them took it seriously–with his indecisiveness.
He met Yugi at the gate but was surprised when the other four tagged along with him only to have him snarl, "Well? What the fuck are you doing? Go!" and see them swap looks before walking off without him. Yugi glared after them the entire time and then stalked past him, accidentally ramming shoulders with him and giving a sharp, "Sorry" before ignoring him the rest of the way.
Yami did not let this deter him from what was needed to be done. Instead he stayed quiet and walked with him as if he had not just snapped at both his friends and him. Instead he let his eyes travel towards the various buildings they walked by, not really paying attention but just letting his eyes linger on things without focus.
Yugi threw the door open and the bell on the door nearly fell off but the smaller teen merely glanced at him and waved him inside; upon entering everything about the air seemed to change.
There was no longer any anger to the smaller boy who seemed to have withdrawn into himself out of nowhere, frowning and flipping the sign to Open and then wandering over to the counter, Yami a step behind him as he took a seat and pulled his binder out to start working on their project again.
Yugi looked just as dejected as he did when he had first seen him. There was no anger left in him.
But he did not ask if he was okay.
Because he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the answer.
So instead, he settled for, "Was that blonde girl your girlfriend?"
It was effective in drawing Yugi's attention to him, wide-eyed and confused before a small smirk made its way across his face, snickering, "Why? Are you jealous?"
"Hardly," he replied, rolling his eyes. And he wasn't, because there was not a single emotion that went through him with that statement–not denial, not anger, not sorrow. Nothing. Because that was what this thing between them meant to either of them. Nothing.
"No, she's not my girlfriend. She's a family friend."
"Oh. You guys seemed really close."
Yugi blinked once and then shrugged a little, flipping his notebook open. "She has a crush on me," he said dismissively. "But she's only fourteen."
"That doesn't mean anything…"
"Oh, so you're one of those. 'Age is only a number'," he sneered, his voice coming out dark and sharp and furious; Yami blinked once, wide-eyed, and then slowly realized that Yugi's ire was not directed towards him but something he was thinking of.
"No, I just…she's a freshman, but she looks twelve."
"People mistake me for twelve."
"People mistake me for fourteen."
Both of them stared for a long moment and then looked away.
"I don't like her that way."
"Does she know that?"
"She should. I haven't given her any signals that I like her."
Yami frowned slightly and looked at the glass counter. They hadn't given each other any signals either, but they still ended up fucking for whatever reason. He shook the thought off, grabbing his research material and sliding it over to him.
"So those are the articles that I printed out for us to go through."
"I thought you wanted to do the research by yourself."
"Yes, I did. And that is the result." He pointed with his pencil and then used his eraser to slide it over to him. "What I meant is for you to go through it and see what you would like to put on the slides."
"I really don't like this arrangement."
Yami blinked and allowed his face to twist into a frown. "Why not?"
"Because it…I don't know. I just don't."
The taller teen didn't do the usual and comment on how that was stupid and instead just stared down at the papers for a moment, pursing his lips and then tilting his head before drumming his fingers on the counter. "Would you rather it be like last time?"
"Truthfully? Yes. It was easier. And less time consuming."
But it required them around each other.
Neither spoke this thought but it was definitely there between them, lingering in the air.
"I guess we could do that. I mean…yeah, okay. But if we do, can we meet up at my house next time? I have some things I need to do for the next week or two and if we're going to do this, it would be better if we did so there."
Yugi studied him for a long two minutes and Yami gave him a single expressionless look that showed nothing and finally the smaller boy turned away and sighed, "Yeah, sure, I guess we can. Whatever."
For a long few minutes they did nothing but sit there, thinking, occasionally glancing at the work that they should be doing but too caught up in their heads to bother with it.
"You haven't asked about Tea."
Yami cringed beside him and the action drew his attention, made him turn his head and stare openly.
"I…wasn't aware I was expected to."
"I thought that was common courtesy. I mean, you finger-fucked her, so…"
"I can't understand why I did that."
For a moment Yugi didn't answer and then he narrowed his eyes, his gaze flashing with suspicion. "So it wasn't to get back at me?"
Yami blinked and stared. "Get back at you? Why would I…?" He shook his head in confusion. "I have no need to get back at you. You haven't done anything wrong."
"No? You don't think so?"
The red eyes were confused. "Why would I think so?"
"I…because I…Well, you freaked the fuck out about me asking if you were gay and I thought you were mad, so…"
"I wasn't…I'm not…Can we get one thing straight right now?"
Yugi blinked.
"I am not gay. Nor will I everbegay."
He could have asked "Then why didn't you get a boner?" but instead slowly nodded his head, not wanting to fight. "All right."
"But no, I was not mad at you. I was…I don't know, I just…I don't even know why the fuck I thought that was a good idea in the first place. I mean, my fuck buddy is my finger-fuck-victim's best friend."
Yugi gave him a strange look. Finger-fuck-victim? Well, that was a new way of putting it. "So you didn't just do that because you knew about my crush on her?"
Yami shook his head. "She was a victim of circumstance, nothing more, nothing less."
There it was again. Victim. What the fuck?
"I would never do that just to get back at someone. I just…I wasn't thinking when I did it. It just…happened."
Yugi frowned. Nothing ever really "just happened". There was always some kind of driving force behind it all, something that made it happen the way it did.
"I–I'm sorry. I didn't think about how it would hurt you. I just…I did it and then I realized how wrong it was…" He paused and could see from Yugi's eyes he was questioning this, seemingly suspicious of whether he ran because of his lack of a boner or because of his guilt. "Please, believe me, I didn't even take into consideration how you would feel with your crush–"
"I don't like her anymore," he interrupted, his voice coming out slightly cold; Yami stared at him, searched his eyes, found no hint of him lying because he wasn't. Yugi really did not have a crush on her anymore. There were no stirrings in his body at the mention of her, her name did not make him smile, her attention did not make him happy. It was a drastic change, but it was true. "But when you came here to yell at me, I figured you did it because you were angry at me for suggesting that you were…I didn't even like her anymore when you did it. I got over her sometime after we fucked. Besides that, I had planned to get you two together, but you really have no interest in her whatsoever, so whatever."
Yami frowned. "I'm sorry, Yugi."
He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Besides, it's not me you should apologize to."
"I will not apologize for doing what I did."
Yugi looked at him, startled.
"It takes two people to do this. I may have used her, but she used me as well. She got her first kiss and her first touch and her first sexual experience. She got half of what she wanted. We used each other. It is as simple as that." He shook his head, scowling. "And I was not apologizing for finger-fucking her. I was apologizing because if I was not here, you might have had a chance with her."
He felt his eyes stretch wide in shock and he wanted to argue but he couldn't find it in him to do so; he was too startled by his words, by the conviction in his voice, the coldness of his statement.
Yami turned away and started on his work again.
Yugi stared for a minute and then turned away to look at his work before blinking several times.
"Bakura said she kissed you."
"Huh?" His head snapped towards him, confused. "Who? Tea?"
"The blonde girl." He looked over and raised an eyebrow. "In the hospital."
"I–no. She kissed my cheek. She always does that. It probably looked like that from the angle."
Yami nodded and then shrugged. "It just crossed my mind."
Yugi nodded a little and then bit his lip. "So, if Tea isn't enough to get you hard…who is?"
Yami tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, maybe she wasn't enough for you. She was too…easy or something? Maybe you should try with someone else?"
He looked thoughtful, open to the suggestion, and slowly he nodded. "I'll have to think that over sometime."
For a long two hours they did nothing but work, help the occasional customer, and then Yugi flipped the sign to Closed and led the way upstairs; maybe it shouldn't have surprised him at all, but the moment Yami stepped into the bedroom after him, the canvas bag was dropped to the floor and he was pushed onto the bed with the smaller boy straddling him.
The only difference this time, from all the others, was that Yugi was crying as he kissed him and the salty tears seemed to burn his mouth as his tongue tasted them unconsciously when Yugi turned his face away slightly as if he were trying to draw enough strength to stop himself.
Yami didn't comment and instead leaned forward and licked at his cheek, intrigued by the taste and the way that Yugi opened his eyes and watched him from the corner of his gaze but didn't pull away or try to push him away. They tasted like regular tears, of course, salty and wet, but at the same time they had some kind of special brand of sorrow to them that made them different.
Yugi turned his head towards him when Yami tapped the side of his jaw, surprised when the wet muscle started to lick up the other trail, giggling when he flicked his chin; he blushed at the noise that left his lips, because it was not like any noise he had ever made before, but Yami didn't stop, instead giving him a half-smirk.
And then it was all overwhelming and he was crying harder while Yami looked confused before pulling back and looking at him for a moment, blinking several times before trailing small kisses up his cheek to his lashes and down to his chin and then wiping under his eyes with his thumbs. "Why are you crying?"
For a second or two Yami had a moment where he wondered if Yugi was just overwhelmed by the whole thing with Tea, wondered if maybe he was lying when he said that he felt nothing for her anymore, but then he ducked his head and muttered, his voice so choked and thick that it was barely recognizable.
"My…my grandpa. He had a heart attack two days ago…"
Things clicked in his head.
No, the man from the stretcher was not Solomon Motou, but he was definitely familiar. Either way, Solomon had gotten his heart attack right after. So that might mean that the man was on the expedition with him. Possibly heat stroke induced the heart attack or something or other made it happen because one right after the other was not normal.
It also explained Yugi's absence from school.
It explained the reason why they manned the shop.
It explained his demeanor and his anger towards his friends.
It also explained Yugi's anger when he said "Age is only a number".
His grandfather ignored his age and when he got sick and went to the hospital, Yugi was left alone, had to deal with school and the shop and all of his daily activities without any relief from the stress of it all.
That was why he asked him to his house.
Because he would have someone to help with it all, to help him cope. And now, he wanted an escape from it all because, obviously, the shop, the house, everything was just a reminder of his sick grandfather.
Yami wanted to tell him no, because this would never help him, but at the same time, he had done this very thing to him before. So what if he had gotten plastered first? The point was that he had done this to Yugi before and he would be nothing but a hypocrite if he was to try to deny him this. And Yamihatedhypocrites.
He didn't need another reason to hate himself right now.
He stroked at his ribs with his fingers, gently coaxing him as he slid and squirmed beneath him, backing up to the pillows. He could give him this. It was honestly that simple.
Yugi would go to no one else because there was no one else who would give without expecting something in return.
And Yami understood that so much more than he could ever put into words.
The smaller boy looked surprised for a moment, then grateful.
Yes, it really was that simple.
It was never going to be a permanent solution, but for the moment, it was exactly what they both needed.
Yugi gave him a quick peck on the lips in thanks and then started disrobing him, pulling Yami's school jacket off and then pulling the shirt off in one movement, tossing them both over to the desk chair and licking his lips.
Yami didn't really like the way that Yugi was looking him over, not like they had previously done. They had never really looked at each other. Just got their clothes off, kissed in the meantime, and then fucked.
Now, he got to look him over and his stomach felt strange with the realization. Yugi was actually looking at him, viewing his body, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about that. Technically, of course, Yugi had alreadyseenhim naked, but they had never looked each other over like he was doing now.
His stomach twisted and his breathing came out a little strange, different, slightly faster but slower still, caught somewhere between a hyperventilation and slow and even breaths as if he were sleeping. Yugi seemed to suddenly lose interest with his upper body and instead jumped up and started to pull off Yami's shoes, dropping them and then stripping him of his jeans and boxers by tugging them off from the legs and the waistband of his underwear.
The air was too cold for him and he exhaled a hiss of discomfort that made Yugi's eyes flicker towards him for a moment before he started stripping of his own clothes, dropping them at the foot of the bed like they might burn him. When Yugi leaped up onto the bed again, straddling him, the taller teen found himself staring up at the ceiling.
He was not used to giving control in any way, shape or form, and the first time this had happened, bent over the armrest of Yugi's couch, he had been too distracted with his own thoughts to even really know what was going on.
Yugi felt a lot more empowered this time than he had the first time he topped. That time, Yami had been vaguely aware of what was going on, but this time he was acutely aware, definitely not about to sink back into his head anytime soon, and that was liberating. It was different, definitely, but he loved the feel of Yami's skin gliding beneath his fingers when he leaned over him and ran his hands up his chest to his shoulders.
Beneath him, the taller teen shuddered and moaned and his eyes flickered from the ceiling to focus on him completely, confused by the action and searching for answers that Yugi was not about to give him. Instead he leaned forward and their mouths were connected again, Yugi's eyes opening into slits to see that Yami was openly staring even as his mouth worked against his. Okay, so Yami was a little scared. That was fine. It was whatever.
He heard that a lot of tops who bottomed got scared.
It was whatever.
Yugi opened his eyes all the way and regarded the red gaze in front of him, finding that it was blank but confused and void of fear. So that meant Yami was hiding it. Again, whatever.
Fingertips trailed down his neck and to his chest, the appendages touching his nipples. He rolled the pebbled skin between his fingers and Yami went wide-eyed before moaning into his mouth. Yugi smirked mentally and pulled back to take one of them into his mouth, feeling the breath that Yami moaned with and then closing his eyes as fingers grabbed at his shoulders.
But that was only one hand and Yugi was confused about the other as he alternated between his nipples, his movements making Yami moan and arch and squirm beneath him, but his mind still lingered on where his other hand was. It only took a small glance to the left to find that Yami had his right hand digging into the mattress, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
Yugi was a small bit dissatisfied with this and so went about teasing his chest until finally Yami's grip loosened and he was panting, back still arched. When his fingers finally fell away from the sheet to join his other hand on his shoulder, Yugi smirked in triumph before pulling back some and moving between his legs, tapping his knee to make him open them for him.
It was kind of strange yet extremely exhilarating that Yami complied with him and even knew what he wanted without words. It was so simple and Yugi loved it.
Yami raised his head a little to watch him but Yugi ignored this, rubbing his anus with his knuckles for a few moments before finally inserting his first finger. Yugi didn't miss the way that he flinched slightly and then squirmed, not out of pain, but pure discomfort as he curled his lip back in a small show of his sharp white canine. It took a few minutes but when he relaxed again Yugi went about pumping while Yami opted for calming himself down through small talk, muttering, "You, uh…fuck, wait a second, you're still clean, right?"
Yugi wanted to roll his eyes and snarl at him that he was the only person he had been with but the fear was legitimate as Yugihadtold him that he was not a virgin before their first time and besides, there was that story about him being a sex slave, so it had merit. "Yes."
"Okay."
Yugi put a second finger in, a little surprised when Yami didn't react to it; when he looked up, Yami was still watching him, but he didn't look the slightest bit disturbed this time, instead relaxing without much time between entrance and pumping. When he started scissoring Yami squirmed and his face twisted out of discomfort, but he remained relaxed for the most part.
He looked slightly troubled, though, out of nowhere, and Yugi didn't understand it in the slightest. He couldn't remember if he had done the same with the smaller teen. He didn't think he ever actually had, not with just two fingers. Always with three, though.
Yugi raised an eyebrow but Yami just shook his head slightly at him and Yugi rolled his eyes before slipping in the third digit. Yami gripped at his shoulders hard, his nails scratching his pale skin, not quite painfully, but the sting that lasted told him that he had broken skin.
Well, at least he hadn't done as Yugi had. No, he scraped, he didn't bite into his skin with his nails and dig out flesh when he curled his fingers.
Yami didn't make a noise when he pulled his fingers away, not that he had really expected him to, since apparently the taller teen had completely missed it even when he was sure to thrust his fingers against his prostate the entire time.
He aligned himself and Yami watched him closely as he pressed into him slightly. His nails didn't dig into him until he got an inch in and then the nails started to bite his flesh and he cringed, stopping and waiting until Yami was ready again; unfortunately, Yami picked random moments to tense up out of nowhere. Obviously, he was terrified because he could go another inch and then tense, relax again, and then the next second he would tense again.
Yugi wanted to tell him just to fucking quit it, but decided against it. It was fine.
Besides, Yami didn'thaveto do this for him. Not by any means did hehaveto do it.
Yami was actually being nice andlettinghim do this. Like a gift. A gift born of sympathy or perhaps pity–though he honestly could not see Yami pitying someone because it just didn't seem like something the red-eyed teen would do–but a gift nonetheless.
When he was finally seated, Yami relaxed and looked at him for a moment, seeming almost unsure of what he was supposed to do and Yugi couldn't figure out what that stare he was giving him was for.
The smaller teen decided to just ignore it before leaning forward and pressing his lips against his again, swallowing a very odd moan that sounded half-choked. He felt strange, cold, but he was quickly getting warmer as they continued kissing, Yami finally rolling his hips as a signal for him to move.
Yugi could have been vulgar and pulled his mouth away, said that Yami was tight as all fuck, but he didn't, because that sounded disgusting to him, and because of course he was tight. It was his ass. All asses were tight.
Although, of course, not all people were tight asses.
He groaned at his own thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with him?
He pulled out to the tip and slid back in, feeling Yami sigh softly beneath him rather than seeing it. The exhale into his mouth spoke of mint and chocolate and stress and growing relief. It was strange, but it was great all at once.
Yami kept opening and closing his eyes the entire time and he only knew this because he could feel those eyes boring into his skin for limited intervals of time. Of course, he had no understanding ofwhyYami kept doing this, but he didn't bother asking either, instead pulling away and panting for breath.
Yami's ragged breaths ghosted over his face and made him want to purr but instead the taller teen took up the noise, the sound rumbling through him and bathing the air, warming it and making Yugi's skin tingle with it. His nerve endings sparked with delight at the noise and now, he wanted that growl.
Yami mewled when he pressed into his prostate and Yugi smirked but still that wasn't the noise he wanted. He buried his face into his neck and then nipped at the skin, moving faster and making the mewls spill from his mouth, but after a moment, he grew annoyed with the lack of growling. He wanted to hear that noise without the moan before it, to hear him unadulterated and wild.
His teeth sank into his neck and Yami's answer was the thing he sought.
The growl came out loud and clear, vibrated against his skin, and only grew louder when he pressed into his prostate. The noise was animalistic and pure, wild and maddening. Its timbre sent tremors up and down his spine with pleasure.
Oh yes, he definitely loved this sound.
The only problem was that it made him teeter of the edge sooner than he thought. It took him by surprise and his limbs grew too weak to support himself. Yami released against their stomachs but his growling only stopped when Yugi finally pulled his teeth away from his reddened skin.
Yugi pulled out a minute later, when he had caught his breath, and lay on his stomach next to him. Neither of them were tired enough to sleep but their muscles were tired and heavy and after a few minutes of just laying there, Yami reached over, startling him, and pulled him into him before falling asleep rather suddenly.
"It doesn't mean anything," Yami muttered later in the middle of the night. Yugi looked at him as he returned from the bathroom, surprised to see that he was sitting up and watching him closely, almost as if he expected him to pounce; then again, that was probably smart, because in all honesty, it seemed that Yugi was always the one to initiate since their first time when Yami was too drunk to really comprehend what he was even doing.
"I know that," Yugi answered, stretching once and then going over to the bed, laying back down, pulling the covers up, glaring when Yami didn't lay back down beside him, instead opting to stay as he was, twisting his torso partway and staring at him in the darkness only illuminated by the moonlight from the skylight and the yellow of the streetlight on the corner opposite the game shop.
"Whatisthis though?"
"It's called fucking. It happens sometimes. Would you just fucking lay down?"
"I'm being serious."
"So am I."
"Damn it, Yugi."
The smaller boy huffed and then pulled the blankets up a little more before closing his eyes, yawning, sneering, "What the hell do you want me to say? It's not some fucking life mystery, Yami. It's called chemistry. It happens between people. It's where you want to fuck all the time because it's where your body likes another person's."
Yami gave him an incredulous look that Yugi didn't see.
His voice cut off for a moment and then came out soft, quiet, no longer sneering, but not entirely friendly either. "Yami, seriously, it's nothing. It's…an infatuation, I guess. You fuck me, I fuck you, our bodies like each other. It's really that simple."
The taller boy tilted his head and then raised an eyebrow before nodding and pulling the covers up, lying back down and then looking at him when he realized Yugi was staring at him.
"It's nothing serious."
Yami nodded once.
"I'm not gay."
"Neither am I."
"We're just exploring an infatuation. That simple."
"It's just for fun."
"Exactly."
Yami finally closed his eyes and Yugi settled back for some more much needed sleep. And, of course, he woke first while Yami fled after he handed him another buttered blueberry bagel, the two of them exchanging a simple hello and then goodbye.
A simple infatuation.
Yugi smirked. Funny that he would be infatuated with a geek.