Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ Common Courtesy ( Chapter 9 )

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Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: Lemon and homosexual slander (use of word "fag/faggot")
Homosexual Slander Warning: The word is used as a self derogatory statement by one of the characters in first half of chapter.
Lemon Warning: If you want to skip the lemon, don't read past the statement "Hmm. So you say"
Lemon Note: This lemon is actually VERY important to the story. It's heterosexual however, so definitely not Yugi and Yami.
Chapter IX: Common Courtesy
Atem Sennen…
And the first thing that popped up?
His father, whose name Yugi could not pronounce for the life of him. Too many letters. His head swam justtryingto pronounce it.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
No, beneath that.
The ambassador of Egypt.
Anti-gay activist.
The rallies he had been to against gays. Over two hundred and just in the last two years alone. He made posters and banners and spoke and led a massive campaign online against them.
He called them abominations. He slandered them. He said that men were only meant for women, that they were meant to reproduce, that being gay defeated the purpose of their species, ofanyspecies.
Good Kami, Yugi had to wonder if he knew thatlions–the official animal of his campaign–had homosexual tendencies. And Yugi knew this from the zoo, from National Geographic Channel and from the safari he went on in which two male lions had bumped uglies right near the car that they were in.
No wonder Yami freaked out. It definitely made sense.
Especially when he read the statement "If my children were ever to be of such a crime, I would no longer have them as part of my family. And my wife supports this decision."
He grimaced as he deleted the history of the page he had just been on.
Yami sat a few feet away from him, texting in Arabic, cursing softly under his breath, whispering some kind of prayer to Ra…
"Are you praying to a Duel Monsters card?" Yugi snapped, turning his head.
"Ra, the Egyptian god. Solar deity. Identified with the sun god Atum."
"That's who you are named after, right?"
"Wrong. My ancestor was named after him. I was named after the pharaoh."
"Okay, don't get snippy."
Yami looked like he wanted to take his head off so Yugi shut his mouth and turned away; then the muttering started again and Yugi was left with Yami's voice soft and quiet and nearly inaudible as a constant reminder in the back of his head that he had just fucked up big time.
After two hours of trying to calm the boy down, now he sat here and whispered prayers to a god that he probably didn't even truly believe in. And this, Yugi knew, was as calm as he would get him.
"I have to go."
When he stood Yugi followed him immediately, grabbing his arm and restraining him, making his head snap around with narrowed eyes because a second later, his hand was freed and yetagain,Yugi could not understand how the fuck he did it.
"You can't go, Yami," he argued. "It's past midnight. I'm not going to be responsible if you get murdered or something. You could get kidnapped."
"No one wants a faggot as a captive," Yami snapped back. "Who the fuck wouldpossiblywant a faggot captive?"
"Gay men with young teenage fetishes."
He was shoved roughly backwards and hit the table with his shoulder, hissing in pain as Yami glared down at him, spitting, "Donotjoke about this. It is not funny. And right about now, it makes me want to rip your goddamned head off."
Yugi gave him a look of pure shock before nodding once and frowning. "I'm sorry."
"Shut up."
The taller boy grabbed his notebooks and started to slip them into his bag.
"I was serious," he stated, getting up. "You will not leave, Yami. I won't let you. I swear on every deity in existence that I will tie you up if I fucking have to, but you are not leaving."
"I'm not going to get kidnapped. Kidnappings almost never happen around here."
"Yeah, and escaped convicts barely happen either but it happened last year."
"Escaped convicts are more likely to happen than a kidnapping."
"I think you're just being stupid."
"And I think I should wring your neck."
"I think you shouldn't do that but you should definitely stay here tonight."
"Nothing good ever comes of me being here."
"Yeah, but at least you would be safe."
"I'm not safe when I'm around you."
"What does that mean?"
Yami gestured to the computer screen. "You know damnwellwhat that means."
Yugi swallowed hard. "Yami, no one is going to find out."
"That's bullshit and we both know it. It will get out and I will be destroyed. Completely and utterly."
"It will not and you're going to befine."
"No, Yugi, I won't be. And you want to know why I won't be 'fine'? Because when this gets out, my father will disown me. My mother will turn her back on me. My family will be the laughing stock of Egypt. I mean, look at that. My father speaks of how I am straight and will marry someone of power and his goddamned son is over here shacking up with the smallest teen inexistencewho has a reputation as a bad boy who craves so much fucking attention I wouldn't be surprised if he was off fucking everyone elsewhilehe was going at it with me. Let's not forget that I am expected to have children to carry on my bloodline and I'll probably get a goddamned STD before I even turn seventeen next February."
Yugi gawked at him. "Okay, I'm notthatmuch of a whore," he snapped. "I stick to one person and one person only."
That was true at least.
"And you're not going to get an STD if you aren't fucking anyone else on the side either, Yami."
"Of course I'm not fucking anyone else on the side," Yami spat, shaking his head and starting to comb his fingers through his hair. "As I told you before, Yugi, not everyone is a slut like you."
The way he enunciated the words made him sick. Yami thought he knew himsowell, but he had no fucking idea who Yugi Motou evenwas, not that it helped much that Yugi didn't think he did either.
"Damn it, Yami."
"Shut up."
Yugi swore that if Yami told him to do that again he would punch the shit out of him, no matter if he struggled against him or not. He was getting tired of being told that and he would kick his ass if he had to.
Not that he really felt he needed to…
"If it makes you feel better, you can sleep in my room and I can sleep on the couch out here."
"No, what would make me feel 'better' is if you would knock it off and let me gohome."
"No, you could get kidnapped."
"The only kidnapper in Domino City isyou."
"That's not true. You came here willingly."
"Just like a two-year-old will follow a stranger around for ice cream."
"Huh?"
"I came here with you. But you are not letting me go. This is just like a two-year-old following a stranger around for ice cream. And then being kidnapped when they won't let the two-year-old go."
"Are you calling yourself a toddler?"
Yugi hit the ground with a pulsing pain in his jaw just in front of his left ear and it made his head spin. Fuck, that kid hithard.
"Oh my fucking god! What are you? A goddamnedmasochist?" Yami spat, glaring at him.
Hmm, so Yami's hits weren't the only things hard.
"Far from it. I'm a sadist."
"Fuck you."
"Anytime."
Both of them glared at each other for a moment.
"I need to get back to my house."
"You don'tneedto do anything. You're just running."
"I promised Mokuba…"
"I amsurethat if you told your cousin you were a two-year-old following a stranger around for ice cream, he would understand," Yugi said condescendingly.
Yami's eye twitched. "If you're holding me captive and I slit your throat, it's counted as self-defense, you know."
"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, baby?" he cooed.
Yami grabbed him so fast he got whiplash. He jerked him forward with his teeth bared and gleaming, a mere inch from his face, snarling softly as he tightened the grip on the collar of his shirt. "Don't you dare fucking call me that," he spat, shoving him back; Yugi didn't budge but Yami released him anyways and stood straight again, glaring at him angrily. "Besides, I think they would surely make an exception for the ambassador's son who can do no wrong."
He rolled his eyes and Yugi smirked slightly.
"Someone has daddy issues."
The dark red eyes flashed angrily before he turned away again, grabbing his canvas bag and phone before starting for the door only to be blindsided when Yugi tackled him and pinned him to the ground, hands around his throat.
"I already told you that you aren't leaving."
"And I am telling you right now that Iamleaving so either back off or I will hurt you, Yugi."
"You wouldn't."
"You're pushing at extremities you know nothing of."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Exactly. Now get the fuck off me before I beat the crap out of you."
"Agree to stay here tonight."
"Nothing good ever happens when I am here."
"So the sex isn't good?"
"Sex is theproblem!" Yami spat, suddenly kicking him hard in the side and winding him for a brief moment; when the taller teen went to pull away Yugi grabbed him hard with a hand around his throat and a knee against his groin. Yami froze and Yugi smirked widely at him.
"I can fight, Yami, I just prefer not to. But try to move again, and I will make sure you can never have kids."
Yami stayed still, but his eyes spoke of murder.
"Good, now let's talk this over, shall we?"
"There is nothing to talk about. I am going home."
"You're not. You are going to stayhere."
"I will not," he spat incredulously with an undertone of indignation. "I refuse to remain here. And you will let me go or Iwillhurt you."
"Want to see how much we can hurt each other? I've had years of bullying, Yami, I can take a few hits. Plus, I know how to fight so I could lay a few nasty blows on you too," he snapped as that smirk grew tenfold, seeming to nearly split his face open. "Pick your choice."
Yami glared at him for a moment and then started to push him, possibly to punch, and that knee in his groin came closer to impacting him; his movements ceased again, blinking before snarling softly with his teeth bared.
The two of them remained like this, a tangle of limbs ready to harm one another at a single moment's notice, face mere inches away from each other, eyes narrowed into glares, one's face fierce in expression while the other looked at this as if it was some kind of joke that was so entertaining it threatened to break his face.
Yami released where he was gripping his shoulder and Yugi pulled away from him so that Yami could sit up and stare at him, the two of them watching one another closely, suspiciously. Yami scooted up towards the wall and stared at him while Yugi looked ready to pounce at any moment; in all honesty, Yami had experienced how fast that small boy moved, how his lithe little body was wily with muscles beneath the surface of his skin, and he was not really looking forward to being thrown to the ground again.
Besides, he was still so tired. So terribly tired.
And he knew Yugi wouldn't hurt him.
If not for this he would have fought tooth and nail, genitals and future children be damned. Besides, he didn't evenwantfucking kids. What if they fucked up? He would have to deal with it. Oh a dead body? Let's go dig a grave in the backyard. Neither of us will say anything, okay?
Yami rolled his eyes. Children were nothing but fucking annoying creatures that he never wanted to have to interact with. Not before the age of six anyways. Anything before that and he would happily stab it to death with a fork. Of course, he would never say this out loud, because what if a kid reallywasstabbed to death with a fork? He would be the first suspect.
Yeah, so he wouldn't tell anyone about that.
He would put out the mild, middle version.
Babies are stinky, they poop too much, they cry too much, and I don't like them.
Yeah, that was it.
Yugi gave him a confused look.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
He wasn't even moving anymore.
Yami wrinkled his nose in distaste and then sighed before rolling his eyes up behind his lids like someone going through an exorcism. "Whatever."
"Good, now that we have an understanding," Yugi announced, getting up. "Go to bed. My room. Sleep in it. I'll be out here. And I'll only say this once, Yami. I'm a light sleeper so if you try to run off later, I'll jump your ass."
Yami raised an eyebrow and then glowered before falling short with the motion. He was too tired to even keep his face twisted the same way. Much too tired.
He laid his head back against the wall for a moment and then got up and walked back into the bedroom, dropping his backpack on the couch before wandering off into Yugi's room again, texting before turning off his phone and laying down.
The morning came much too soon. Yugi sat up like something had burned him, head turned towards him as he strode into the kitchen, ignoring his existence altogether; he was too hungry to bother with him, grabbing a bagel and toasting it in the toaster and then buttering it while Yugi got up and slowly trotted into the room after him.
The only good thing about this unorthodox sleepover was that Yugi did in fact keep his promise and slept the whole night on the couch. Not once did he try to sneak into his bedroom like Yami would have guessed. But the rest was horrible.
Yami was so jumpy that every little sound anywhere from a pair of cats either fighting or mating somewhere outside to a branch that hit the window woke him and made him sit up to look around and have a moment where he was confused and couldn't figure out where he was before he night's events would catch up with him again; he was uncomfortable and felt oddly lonely and couldn't sleep to save his life and when hedidfinally fall asleep, his tossing and turning woke him up at seven in the morning and he couldn't fall back asleep although he didn't really bother at that point, instead opting to check his phone and then turn it off again to conserve the battery.
Oh, his phone was going to die soon.
He rolled his eyes. How lovely.
He hated that about his phone. It was a smart-phone so of course its battery life had to suck as opposed to his old phone which went three weeks without charge. But he only used that for emergencies anyways.
Ha, that was all he used phones for as it was.
Yami ignored him as he took a seat in front of him and stared almost expectantly, not even bothering to glance in his direction as he continued happily eating his breakfast before licking some excess butter on his fingers. No, he was not oblivious to the way that Yugi's eyes were trained on this, darkened with lust and filled with confusion and guilt all at once.
"Fuck, okay, I'm sorry, Yami!" he snapped, rolling his eyes.
Yami ignored him and went back to licking butter off his fingertips.
"How long are you going to go on ignoring me? It's annoying already."
He was watching him closely so he actually caught it when the small tug on the right side of Yami's lip anchored a momentary smirk before disappearing altogether.
"Yami, I reallyamsorry for reading your text messages and looking you up online. I didn't mean to make you mad. I just…I was curious and…I'm seriously–"
Yami covered his mouth with his hand and Yugi looked at him with wide eyes. "Your apology is fucking annoying," he grumbled, pulling his hand back with a roll of his eyes, glowering slightly at the butter he left on the counter before getting up and going to put it back in the fridge.
Yugi tracked his movements with his eyes, twisting around to look at him and watch as he turned back.
"I apologize for hurting you last night."
The smaller boy gave him a confused look and Yami tapped the spot in front of his ear, telling Yugi without words to do the same; pain seared through his skin with the contact, realizing that he probably had a really nasty bruise.
"Nothing a little makeup won't cover up," he muttered, shrugging and looking him over. "But seriously, I'm sorry about yesterday."
"It doesn't change anything so I don't know why the fuck you are bothering."
"It's…common courtesy."
Yami tipped his head to the side with an incredulous look. "Is it?" he responded in a low voice.
Yugi gave him a confused look but nodded.
"Hmm."
His phone vibrated in his pocket and Yami unlocked the screen, the light making his eyes hurt before a small smile formed on his face. Oh, goody.
"I am sorry to cut this…reconciliation short, but I must be going."
That confusion tripled as he furrowed his brows. "Uh…okay…?"
Yami was out the door before the second word even left his mouth.
So much for goodbyes, Yugi thought with a huff, sitting back in his chair and glowering.

He answered on the second knock and gave her a wide smile as he allowed her to step inside, watching as dark violet eyes looked around the room and whistled softly before smiling at him. "Nice place."
Yami shrugged. "Mom and Dad pay for it, so it's really whatever." He closed the door and watched as she admired it further, walking around and looking everything over as itwasthe first time she had ever been there. Not that anyone was ever really allowed in here in the first place.
His house was not a place that he liked to be around people.
"So, uh…how are we going to do this?"
Yami blinked and then opened and closed his mouth before furrowing his brows. "I didn't really…think that far."
Her laughter was soft and twinkling and her eyes were full of affection as she looked him over, shaking her head slightly. Yami offered a small sheepish smile and then cleared his throat as he headed around the couch.
"Um…well, do you want something to drink first?"
"Ooh, refreshments first? You sure know how to spoil a girl."
Yami chuckled and shook his head, smiling over his shoulder at her and leading the way to the kitchen, opening the fridge for her.
She whistled again in appreciation. "Shit, your parents must be loaded."
He shrugged halfheartedly.
"You know, if this works, I'll marry you."
He couldn't help but laugh at her before shaking his head. "I'd marry you in a heartbeat, Mai."
"Ooh, so we're on the same page."
Yami chuckled again and paused to give her a small smirk of amusement before licking his lips. "Yes, I suppose we are," he agreed, shaking his head again and reaching in to grab a Sprite. "Do you want one?"
"What else do you have?"
"Cherry coke, Diet coke, regular coke, I don't know…a lot of sodas. I have varying cravings every other week so I like to stay stocked up on what I might want." He gave a small hum of a noise and brought out the Cherry coke, which upon mentioning had made her smile slightly. He handed it over and she took it from him before smiling wider and unscrewing the cap, her lips curving up into a smile as she sipped at the chilled soda. "I mean, I have a lot of fucking sodas."
Her lips did something funny as she swallowed a mouthful and Yami felt oddly stirred by it, but not as much as he thought he would be. But her eyes were smoldering and paid him attention that he had always thought was normally impossible to truly grasp, before slowly he began to realize that her eyes were full of adoration and lust.
It affected him in a different way than expected.
He shifted awkwardly and then looked at her before licking his lips again.
"I don't, um…I mean…I'm not a virgin, but…but…"
"You can say no anytime you want."
Yami shook his head slowly and put his own lemon-lime soda down on the counter and leaned against it, biting his lip and offering a small sheepish twist of his lips. "I don't want to say no. I just…thank you for helping me with this. You really did not have to agree to this."
She shook her head. "Oh don't worry about it, Yami. It's fine. Besides, you've always helped me with things when I needed them. And friends help each other, no matter what," she said with a small smile.
"With things like this?"
"Sure. It's called experimentation. Everyone tries it out at some point. Or at least, seniors do anyways." She winked laughing violet eyes and wagged her eyebrows suggestively at him, the curve of her lips teasing in their wide smirk.
Yami barked out a laugh of pure amusement and nervousness. "Oh? And who haveyoubeen experimenting with?"
"Sadly, I experimented with that creep Ushio–"
"You mean, I…my penis…"
"We never got that far!" she objected, laughing harder than ever. "No, he–okay, he doesn't really count as experimentation. It was just a weird kiss that he gave me and I would rather label it under that than anything else."
"Oh…okay then."
She shook her head again. "You are such a strange boy."
"He probably has STDs. I can't put my penis anywhere near where his has been."
She cracked up. "Dear god, Yami."
He shrugged a shoulder lazily. "Honestly, Mai, I could never live with myself if that was to happen. I'd have to kill myself or something."
"Trust me, if Ushio and I had hooked up, I would not be here anymore. Besides, I hear he compensates with muscles to make up for having a micro-penis."
Yami choked on his own saliva. "Oh?"
She nodded eagerly. "Vivian was talking about it in the girls' locker room."
He raised an eyebrow in interest, leaning against the counter. "Who knew that Mr. I'll Kick Your Ass If You're In The Hallways When The Bell Rings was really Mr. Tiny?"
"Mr. I-K-Y-A-I-Y-I-T-H-W-T-B-R."
Yami blinked and then laughed. "Fuck, we need a new name for him."
Mai laughed softly with him before shaking her head. "You know, even if this doesn't happen, I love you," she murmured.
His eyes flickered down to regard a drop of condensation on the side of his dark green bottle. He was well aware that somewhere along the lines in the two years that he had known her, he had somehow drawn her in far closer than he had ever meant to and he felt horrible because it was so unrequited it was disgusting. He never thought of her that way. Not in the least. She was Mai. And Mai was nothing but a friend. "Mai…"
"I know you don't feel the same way."
"I…I'm so sorry."
"No, don't apologize for that," she argued, smiling at him. "You should never apologize for that. It's chemistry. It just exists or it doesn't."
"Why are you letting this happen?"
"I told you already."
He raised his head. "I know you heard about what I did to Tea. Aren't you worried I'll do the same to you?"
"Yami, you didn't even know her. It issonot surprising that it wouldn't work. It should have been obvious in the first place. You were never attracted to her."
Yami wanted to say he was never attracted to her either but they both knew that was a lie; she had worn an outfit that had him startled and blushing and hard on more than one occasion. But it was strange, in all honesty. It didn't feel natural like it did with Yugi. It felt like something had suddenly sprung through him, like it was an automatic reaction as opposed to one that he recognized would happen again later, like because he thought he was straight his penis took that as permission to try to jump out of his jeans.
"Are you sure you want to try this?" she asked softly.
"Are you sure you want toletme?" he retorted.
She smiled and snorted and shook her head. "Oh, Yami," she muttered, "it's hardly a problem by any means. I promise. If you want to back out, you should do it before we do anything. Because once I get started…"
Yami laughed loudly at her statement, shaking his head in amusement. "All right. But I'm not backing out. I have to figure it out."
Mai smiled and her dark violet eyes were kind. "Of course."
The good thing about this whole arrangement was that there were no strings attached. It was literally for experimentation, for fun, nothing like what Tea had expected from him or what seemed to happen when he was around Yugi. Nothing like that pulse that made his blood hum in his veins and his heart pound that much faster. No, that was between him and Yugi. And no one else.
And the knowledge of that did nothing but serve to scare him more.
Because he was pretty sure he knew what it meant. Even if he didn't want to acknowledge it.
It took a few minutes for him to make his feet move, to lead her to the bedroom. She looked around at the white walls, the beige carpet, the plush red of the bed, the dark royal blue of the pillows spread with some black between and a few white, the case of video games in one corner, the shelf of books in the other with a porcelain wolf statue in running motion sitting on the top of beautiful dark red-brown wood, the chest of drawers and the closet and even the single mirror in the back wall of that small room.
"I know it's probably not the most…um…I don't know…best?…room but whatever," Yami stated, gesturing vaguely with a single flick of his wrist.
When her attention drifted back to him, she had to admit that he was one of the most beautiful people she had ever encountered. He had that gorgeous golden-bronze skin tone, that sharp jaw and a mature face that still had childish expression to it, with a slender and lean builder that still screamed power beneath his flesh. He was small, much smaller than most in height, but his beauty made up for what he physically lacked in this way. His eyes were sharper than most, with dark lashes, thick and long and spidery, with eyebrows that seemed delicate, with a gaze that was as demonic and intelligent as it was childish and oddly angelic. His neck was slender and average, not too long and not too short, and his hair made his eyes and face even more beautiful and noticeable, with long strands of fire-tipped midnight and lightning bolts of gold that shot through the mess of darkness and bangs that shot out and framed his cheeks while accentuating the sharp curve of his jaw.
And in this pose, with his raised arm's wrist half rotated, his thumb up and his fingers half-folded into his palm, the bracelets on his wrist catching the gleam of the lamp light, his elbow pressed to the middle of the arm wrapped over his torso, his head tilted to the side so that his bangs cast shadows across his flawless skin, his eyes partly closed with a slightly bored expression, he was so beautiful that it hurt. His tight black leather tank top beneath his warm dark gray jacket with the silver lining, falling over his gray-black skinny jeans, made his complexion even more noticeable and warm and Mai felt a small tingle course through her.
For the night, he was hers.
It was only when he shifted his position slightly that she noticed his slender digits were shaking the smallest bit.
"Yami," she teased, watching as his eyes widened slightly in acknowledgment of his name, "you're acting like a scared virgin."
He chuckled and the timbre of it made her feel a small ache between her legs.
Hmm…he would definitely sound sexy moaning.
Now, if only he was taller and then he would beperfect.
But, of course, he was shorter than her, and though that didn't really bother her, it was a little strange. But then, that was what she got for being tall, she supposed. Most guys felt intimidated by her height as it was, high heels or otherwise.
"I might as well be."
Mai rolled her large violet eyes. "Oh please. It's hardly something to be so nervous about. I promise that you're okay. Besides, you still have one chance to back out."
Yami licked his lips, bit his bottom one, closed his eyes, drew it beneath his teeth and then smirked and opened his eyes, tilting his head further and crossing his arms. "No, let's do this. But if I lose my nerve?"
"Please, sweetheart, that's not going to happen."
"Hmm. So you say."
She snorted a laugh and strode towards him, licking her naturally pink lips, fighting back a purr when Yami greeted her hungry kiss with just as much vigor; he backed up, fell back against the bed and she laughed when he squirmed out of her grip and backed up towards the pillows.
"Are you pounding or am I riding?"
Yami gave her an unbelievably confused, adorable look that left her blinking in shock before her mouth fell open.
"You don't know what that means?"
Small bits of pink appeared unevenly on his cheeks as he squirmed beneath her for a moment. "Um…no?"
"Do you want to top or shall I?"
He opened his mouth to ask how the fuck she had a penis before realizing what she meant and then smacked his forehead before groaning. "I'm an idiot. Uh, I'll top. It's easier, right?"
"Either way works for me."
Yami grabbed her suddenly and rolled and she was pressed against one of the softest pillows she had ever encountered, momentarily stunned.
"Would you relax a little?" she asked, laughing when Yami's fingers trembled slightly as he reached for lace of her black corset, eyes widening slightly at her request before blushing furiously, ducking his head and busying himself with undoing the bow of it. Unlike all the other teenagers she had been with, he did not jump immediately at her breasts, did not try to pull her bra off with inexperience.
"The hook is in the back, right?" he murmured.
"Have you never seen a girl naked?"
Yami very slowly shook his head, frowning slightly.
She sat up under him and he moved to accommodate her, watching closely as she shrugged off her dark purple short jacket and shed it on the floor next to the bed, reaching behind her and unclipping her dark black bra to expose her D-cup breasts. Yami tilted his head as he looked them over and then felt her freshly-red-painted nails pulling on his jacket sleeves, easing the shoulders off gently with her own slender appendages, pulling it off with a gentle kiss against his lips, snaking her tongue into his mouth where she tasted overwhelming icy mint and dark chocolate that left her body aching with desire.
Even if this never happened again, she would be glad to experience it just this once.
Yami stretched himself, bent to accommodate her taking off his leather tank top, feeling her dark eyes on his abs even though he did not bother looking at her to see the lust that lingered there. Instead he went about unbuckling the two belts on her waist, the black with gray studs and the little pink one that actually held up her dark purple shorts. She did not bother to point out that he should have taken her knee-high leather boots off first, but he did it a moment later, unzipping them from the sides and then leaping off the bed like a cat, pulling them off and then ignoring the stockings for whatever reason, grabbing her shorts and lace panties and pulling them off.
She sat up, leaned forward, slowly ran her hands up and placed them on his shoulders before running them back down to the top of his hips, using her long nails to elicit a shiver beneath them as she put them to rest on the top of his jeans.
She pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw and he let out a low moan of a breath before allowing her hands to move on their accord to settle around his hips and up his back until they came to the nape of his neck. And when she looked up, she found that his eyes were closed and he was completely relaxed. She let her lips pull up into a small smile of contentment.
When she pressed her lips against his again, she was welcomed back into a cavern that was warm and wet and sent tremors up and down her back, made her core throb at the delicious taste.
Their tongues tangled and danced together and his hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly in his fingers before suddenly she was pushed into the bed, one hand on her shoulder and the other still gripping her hip. His mouth grew needy, faster in its movements, harder against her soft lips, and she tangled her fingers into his hair, moaning into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She had to admit that she was oddly butdelightfullysurprised when his hands left her shoulder and hip to grip at her breasts, massaging until her nipples were as hard as rock beneath his palms. Mai had honestly never felt so claimed in her life, and she knew for a fact that Yami was not done.
Kisses, hot and wet, trailed down the side of her neck and to her hips before she realized that panting noise was both of them, their breath coming out in ragged whispers of sound. His knuckle brushed against her sex for a moment and he furrowed his brow before wrinkling his nose, looking thoughtful before parting her legs more at her thighs.
He pulled back and jumped off the bed again, pulling off his jeans and discarded them to the floor. His penis was free, but it was not as hard as it should have been; Mai blinked in surprise.
Maybe he really was gay, because he should have been leaking; she was using her best kissing skills, after all, and she was wet for him. He seemed to realize this as well and when he crawled back onto the bed, he drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the exposed sheet next to her, pursing his lips.
"How about I try a hand job? That might work," she offered.
He debated it and then slowly nodded consent.
Even flaccid, he had girth and she found herself justbarelysuppressing a purr as she grabbed the end of his penis and slowly pumped up and down before quickening her pace; Yami made a small noise in the back of his throat but both of them recognized it more as discomfort than anything else.
Mai gave him a small sad smile and he sighed before ducking his head into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
Neither of them was really sure who said it first, because it came out at the same time.
"Well, I promised you a night with me," Yami stated, suddenly crawling past her and reaching into the nightstand on the right side, the one with the lamp, pulling out a box of condoms and a couple of pills.
"What are those?" she asked, eyes widening.
"Viagra," he murmured, blushing slightly before looking the small baggy over, eyeing the white pills for a long moment before pulling it open and popping one of them into his mouth.
She was gawking when he turned back. "I…I can't believe you just did that."
"Mai, don't you know I love you too?"
Her lips twisted into a small sad smile. "Just not the same way."
He shook his head in regret. "I'm sorry."
"Yami, you shouldn't apologize for things you can't control. It's stupid."
Yami gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "I do stupid things."
"This isn't one of them."
His eyes turned incredulous. "You're biased."
"So are you."
A small soft hum was her answer, a noise of acknowledgment rather than agreement.
"So, um…how long do those take to work?"
"I think I read that it takes a half hour but I have to be sexually stimulated for it to work…"
"So we have half an hour to make that little cutie pie three times his size."
Yami flushed. "He is not cute. He's…um…intimidating."
Mai burst out laughing and hugged him tightly, shaking her head. "Oh my god, you aresomy best friend ever."
He chuckled softly in her ear. "I better be. It took me a shit load of time to get those three tiny little things."
"How did you get those anyways?"
"I bribed a pharmaceutical boy to get it for me for two hundred dollars and then I had to wait around for three hours before he got off his shift and he could only snag three of them and I really only needed one, but whatever."
"Oh, you don't plan on a second round?"
"Oh, of course I do, considering it's you, but the website said never to take more than one a day and considering all the side effects that are possible, I wasnotabout to dismiss those instructions."
She snickered and then reached down and started pumping at his penis lightly; it twitched and stirred in her grip and she was fascinated by the way it seemed to grow as she continued her slow pace; Yami watched her curiously but did not comment and purred softly when she continued her movements. She paused at one point to run her nail along the underside and watched as Yami growled softly and trembled with the attention she gave his growing erection.
"He's socute."
"Goddamn it, woman, you're not supposed to call a penis 'cute'. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Yami growled playfully.
"But gay penisesarecute."
The male blinked and then buried his face in her neck. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There isnothingwrong with you," she said firmly, fiercely. "If there was something wrong with you, I would have been the first to point it out."
He laughed, because it was true, and then watched as she plucked out a condom and tore the foil away, rolling it onto his erection and making him moan as his fingers sank into the mattress. Still, the feeling of the condom placed on him did not stop his train of thoughts.
"You're still on birth control, right?"
"Geez, you worry too much."
"Mai…"
"Yes, yes, I am on birth control," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You won't be knocking me up anytime soon, Yami Sennen."
"Oh thank Ra. I hate kids."
She burst out laughing as he aligned himself. "You and me both."
"You think in thirty years, if neither of us is married, we could get married and then just like live together and then split rent while fucking people on the side? It'd be theperfectopen marriage."
She laughed with delight and hugged him tightly. "Oh my god, yes. Let's do it."
He held out his pinkie and she hooked hers around it, laughing louder.
"Our wedding vows can be that we promise that if we hate the other's roommate they have to dump their ass."
"Oh yes. Let's do it."
Mai arched upwards and her breasts were soft and warm against his chest as she moaned softly with his first thrust. It was odd, but they found a rhythm eventually, though Yami felt strange the entire time because she was soft and wet and warm and loose but tight all at once, so unlike Yugi who had been hot and so tight that he was overwhelmed with the scorching heat he brought him.
But of course they were different. Gender, hair, face, eyes, body. Mai had curves that made up a perfect hourglass figure and legs that stretched for miles, strong as they wrapped around his waist. And breasts that looked like something you would have many sex dreams about just because they looked that good. And her hair was long and beautiful and platinum, curly at the end and wavy as they fell from her scalp to cascade down her shoulders. She had a little curly forelock that reminded him of Yugi…
Yami closed his eyes and her nails dug into his shoulders as he continued moving with her, their rhythm slow and easy and stunningly like his and Yugi's.
She was not tight but she was not loose.
Because she was no virgin. But she kept her pants on when she didn't want a boy in her and she had standards that were endless in depth, and she had those times when she felt she needed release and this was how she got it. It was honestly that simple.
Why couldn't he love her back?
Life would be so simple if he only could.