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Fumbling Towards Ecstasy	By : Edmondia Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2516 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
by Edmondia Dantes
Disclaimers: I don't own 'em, I'm not making $ off of this venture, it's just
my sick little mind coming out to play.
blah - thoughts
/blah/ - Yugi to Yami
//blah// - Yami to Yugi
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Evening cooled the sky.
Yugi Moutu was doing his homework. He detested his homework.
So much so that he flung his pencil across the room, slammed his book shut,
turned to the other occupant of the room, and declared, "I quit!"
Lazy crimson eyes turned his way from their perusal of a gaming magazine,
their expression casually inquiring.
"Trigonometry, Yami, is a creation of the devil, and therefore must be
destroyed," he proclaimed solemnly.
His Yami cocked his head to the side. //Really?//
Yugi pouted. "No. But it should be."
Long lashes drifted shut as a contained chuckle rumbled through his darker
half's slender frame.
"Fine then. You figure it out," he continued, pouting more.
This time, Yami laughed aloud. Rare, rich, and deep. It sounded like velvet,
rich and caressing against his skin.
Not for the first time, Yugi blushed. And not just because his yami was
sprawled out on his bed, laughing at him. It had something to do with the fact
that as he did so, Yami no Yugi managed to look both perfectly smug and
perfectly delectable.
It was ...strange, sometimes, to think about Yami - his other half -
the way he did. He knew it was probably against every religion, knew it was the
epitome of narcissism, knew that some things just weren't right, and this
topped all the lists of possible sins. People didn't go and fall in love with
themselves. It just didn't happen.
Funny how little that seemed to matter when his yami would slide into
overprotective mode. Or when his yami tackled him for a tickling match. Or when
his yami got that sleepy, smoldering look in his eyes, the one that made his
pulse quicken and his stomach start to twist itself into knots.
When had he lost his mind and fallen for his darkness? Forever ago? Had he
always been infatuated with the shadows? Yugi didn't know.
Silly little boys and their silly little crushes. Still... /Yami?/
//Ne, aibou?//
/I like you./ The words were woefully inadequate, but the tone of the message
revealed a quite bit more than he had intended. He felt himself flush even more.
A soft expression stole its way across the pharaoh's face, as fleeting as a
summer storm. Such a rare, wondrous treasure was that soft, sweet smile, one
that none save Yugi ever saw, that he had long since burned it into his memory
and wrapped it up in golden ribbons.
//I like you too, my aibou.// The warmth of the thought rumbled down their
link, making him turn redder still, if that were physically possible. Yugi
turned to stare at his feet, at the wall, at anywhere but his yami. But he
couldn't help but be pleased - he knew his yami would always protect him and be
there for him - but it was still nice to hear. Very nice. He lost himself in
thought for a moment, contemplating nice things he could do in return. Most of
them involved whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Which kept Yugi completely oblivious as said yami pounced on his
convieniently defenseless self and started to ruffle his hair viciously.
"Iie! Yami! Leggo! Help! Yami!" he managed to gasp out, squirming, trying to
catch his breath as he was hauled into the larger boy's lap, eyes level with
Yami's collar.
Heat. Warm, comfortable body, smelling of sun and spice, somehow much too
close, his yami's cheek dipping to brush against his own. Sudden, strange
stillness.
Yugi froze. What's he-?
"You don't want me to let you go, aibou," Yami purred against the side of his
neck, silken lips drifting softly against his skin.
Yugi felt his heart tighten, eyes wide, struck dumb with terror.
He knows?
One long finger stroked his chin, tilted his head upwards. He closed his
eyes, bit his lip, and gulped nervously, the sound echoing painfully loudly in
the thick silence that flooded the room.
Heat. Slowly warming the air.
Breath. Soft and inviting against his ear.
//Why so shy, hikari?//
Heat. Growing stronger as the other pressed him closer.
He squeaked, stomach clenching, suddenly possessed by the overwhelming urge
to flee. /Yami... I- I-/
//You should stop talking.//
The brush of cool lips against his forehead startled him badly, and made him
nearly sick with fear and confusion.
Disgust? A polite, frozen, "Let's just be friends?" Either would shatter his
heart, so did it really matter?
He glanced up and saw neither.
Just his yami, barely a few inches away. Sun-kissed features, firm mouth
curved in the faintest of smiles, practically oozing sensuality. Beautiful,
terrible, frightening Yugioh.
Something unknown glittered darkly in his shadowy eyes.
Heat. It flushed his cheeks and made something in his chest unwind.
Touch. On his shoulders, drifting up to cradle his face. Startling, light.
Daring. What was he doing?
"Y- Yami?" he questioned, voice quavering, breath stuck in his lungs.
//Aibou.// The tone of quiet command would still an army.
His mouth was dry. /Hai?/
Those brilliant scarlet orbs narrowed as he leaned in, close enough to brush
noses with his younger hikari. //You belong to me.//
He blinked, perplexed. "Huh? Yam..."
A kiss. His first. Soft, sweet, gentle. Addictive. His mind blanked
completely.
/You?/ he managed to ask, shocked, as the silksoft contact was removed, and
he could breathe again. Or try to, at least.
A thumb grazed the curve of his cheek, the pharaoh's expression one of quiet
solemnity. //Me. None other.// His tone was a warning.
Yugi shook his head violently. How could he even think that? /Of course not!
I'm just... really.../
Anothess, ss, slightly harder than before. Yami's lips were slightly parted,
moist, tasting of scorching desert heat and spice.
Was this really happening?
/Um... really.../ What was I saying?
//Confused?// the darkness inquired, catching his lower lip between his teeth
and tugging. Yugi whimpered.
/Uh.../
They parted gently, slowly, breath coming just a little bit faster than
usual.
"Confused?" came the husky whisper.
"Hai," Yugi whispered, head spinning. His yami had kissed him. Twice. On the
mouth. Shamelessly. Could it be-?
Long fingers drifted up to caress his formerly virgin lips. Despite himself,
he trembled under the soft touch. His yami had just stolen his first kiss. And
his second. Bewildering, but did he dare to think that maybe, just maybe, Yami
felt the same?
The voice of his darkness rumbled through his soul, their breath mingling as
he leaned ever-closer. "You shouldn't b

Want, newly realized, as amethyst met ruby. He... he cares?
Heat. Hunger. Passion, too long denied. He loves me?
His heart started pounding. Why hadn't he noticed it before?
//Do you trust me?//
Trust? /I love you./
He could feel Yami's smile, but not see it, because he had closed his eyes
and flung himself against the older boy, wrapping his arms around his neck.
This time, it was he who initiated the kiss, he who coaxed the other's lips
to part. Deep, curious, exploring. Spicy and slippery and sinfully sweet. Eager
arms clasped loosely around his waist as he leaned in still further. Desire,
abrubtly awakened, flared down his body like electricity.
Heat.
Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Velvet. Wet. Want. So much want.
Heat.
Leather and silver, wrapped around dusky skin.
Heat.
Fingertips against flesh - moist. Starting to give in, bodies twining
together.
Heat.
Tongue over skin. Whimper. Falling.
Heat.
Kiss - desperate, bruising. Bodies pressed fltogetogether, hands groping to
hold, to squeeze, to pet. Staggering upwards, clutched against Yami, his legs
slipping around his waist. Torture, grinding against his body, feeling the
shudder that shook the taller boy's frame.
Heat.
A few quick steps. Then falling, landing in a tangled heap atop his bed. His
other's heavy body weighing down his smaller form, quick hands coming up to tug
and touch and tease.
Heat.
Skin - soft and tanned underneath his questing hands.
Heat.
Kiss. Hungry, needy. Wet. He arched against his bedmate, felt through a hazy
mind the thrill that quivered down his partner's body.
Heat.
Clothes - too restraining. Scrambling fingers. //Wear less!// his darkness
snarled, frustrated with the many buckles that adorned both of their clothes.
Fumbling. /Only if you do./
Heat.
Skin on skin, mouth on mouth, hands tangled deep into soft hair.
Heat.
Arching, crying, begging. Moonpale flesh being sucked, licked, nipped -
little gasping cries of pleasure. Tables turned abruptly, soft mouth sliding
over desert-browned skin. Deeper-voiced groans.
Heat.
Giving, taking. Finding, discovering shared pleasure burned through their
linked souls like wildfire, that what pleased one pleased the other. Not enough.
Heat.
Rough wetness. Calloused hands caressing pale skin, desperate moans of
desire, softsoft hair brushing feather-light against a trembling body.
Heat.
Teeth scraping down sweat-slicked flesh. Need so strong it ached. /Don't care
if it hurts, I want you now!/
His other moaned. //You don't... know... what... you're...//
Yami stopped protesting when he slipped down his body and closed his lips
over him. /Please?/ he giggled.
//Aibou!// A throaty snarl and sudden, burning pressure as he was pushed away
and shoved back hard into the bed, long fingertips easing inside him. He gave a
choked cry at the intrusion - pain, yes, but pain didn't matter. He
wanted...
Lust. Naked on Yami's flushed face, hunger glimmering in those violent eyes.
Wanted Yami. /Yes./
Yugi almost cried then, the sudden tender curl of fingers linking with his
own, the tenseness of the beautiful form sliding oh-so-slowly inside him,
passage eased with sweat and tears and the remnants of a salt-stained kiss.>The>They joined with a desperation neither knew they possessed.
Heat.
Taken - finally! His yami all around him, on top of him, inside him, gorgeous
and perfect and wonderful. Gods - how long had he dreamt of this?
Pain, yes, but it melted in the overwhelming heat. Pressure, hard and deep
and perfect.
Then he movedd itd it was so good! Slippery, frantic joining, bodies
shifting, grinding together with a deliciousness that was almost too perfect to
be real. Tangled around each other, lost in a haze of exquisite pleasure. Wet
warmth, wordless emotion cast into the other's mind. So sweet. So dark. So rich.
So pure - so right! /I love you, I love you, I love you always and forever!/
Heat.
Sliding, delicious union. Mumbled whispers, delicate cries, scorching heat.
Dark and light intertwined - so good! Bodies trembling and shuddering in unison
- heat, too much. Not enough. More - please!
His large eyes slid closed as his body tensed, pleasure drowning his senses,
sending shockwaves down his body. /YamiYamipleasepleaseplease!/
Slim hands clutched him fiercely, rough kisses crushing his mouth, bruising
his skin. Yami shifted against him, thrusting again, and it was so good!
Dizzying, agonizing pleasure, heat and sweat and salty tears.
So close, so close!
/Yami!/ he wailed, rocking harder up against the larger boy, buried so deeply
inside him.
The only response his other could give was a choked cry and a frantic push.
//Aibou!//
So good! So... ohgodsohgodsohgodsohgodsohgods! /Yami!/ he screamed, freezing
up as a flood of pleasure crashed through his slender body.
A growl, a final, desperate thrust. Rough and wet and so hard!
//Mine!//
Too much.
Whiteness exploded behind his eyes as they came in a frenzy of heat and
screaming, coiled together impossibly tightly, trembling as one in the wake of
overwhelming pleasure.
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Silence, save for soft, ragged breathing.
Curled up against his naked chest, fingers splayed thoughtfully in his spiky
hair. A union neither could bear to break, still tangled within each other in
the earliest hours of dawn.
/I love you,/ he whispered contentedly against the crook of his counterpart's
neck.
He got the sleepy impression of unspoken adoration.
/Never leave me?/
Lips claimed his earlobe. //Never.//
Yugi giggled drowsily. /Do you love me?/
One crimson eye slid open. //Koi...//
He snuggled closer, rubbing his fingertips below his ribs. A ticklish spot.
/Do you?/
Yami muffled a chuckle with difficulty. //You belong to me,// he repeated his
words of an hour and an eternity before, one hand sliding down his spine,
leaving a trail of prickling goosebumps in its wake.
Yugi found it difficult to breathe. /Is that a yes?/
//What do you think?// came the mischievous reply.
/I think it means you love me./ I hope it means you love me.
//Good.//
/Yami! That wasn't an answer!/ he protested indignantly.
Yami did chuckle this time, drawing his lips up for a lazy kiss. //Very well,
hikari. Since you insist, then yes, I do love you.//
An entirely different kind of heat made him flush crimson.
//But aibou, you shouldn't have needed to ask.//
Yugi frowned thoughtfully. /I trust you./
//Then why the worry?//
/Because.../ How to phrase it? /Because rejection would have killed me./
//Baka.// Another fond kiss made his stomach flutter. //I would never hurt
you. But I do know something that might.//
Yugi blinked, startled, and pulled away from his cozy embrace. "Huh?"
His lover sat up and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist, resting his
chin on top of his head.
"Aibou," Yami's voice rumbled pleasantly against his back, "You never
finished your homework."
His eyes widened in realization. "Oh no! That has to be turned in first thing
in the morning!"
He tried to hop out of bed.
It didn't work.
"Yami," he complained, glancing over his shoulder, "I have to finish that!"
He smirked. "You're cute when you're flustered."
"Yami!"
But it was hard to protest when he was being kissed, and really, it was only
one assignment. His yami was only like this in private, and never this
affectionate. He grinned against his mouth.
Maybe he could convince him to kiss him more often.
After all, it was only one class.
This was forever.

-Fin.-
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