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When Reason Sleeps	By : Ashes Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-When Reason Sleeps
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Yuugi’s birthday. With a hiccup and a giggle Yami took a sip of his drink. When the party had started, he had gracefully bowed back into his soul room, letting the boy enjoy his twentieth birthday in peace. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t carefully keeping a feel out for him – and when he felt Yuugi go down, the first thing he did was rush out to investigate...
He hadn’t expected to be so utterly overwhelmed, tipsy and irrational, presumably right where Yuugi had left off. Before he had a chance to back out – that was, before he was even in the mind to do so – he found himself drinking with Jounouchi, laughing with Honda about the precarious position Otogi had chosen to sprawl out in. Even Anzu was on his left, leaning against him merrily and just smiling, like she was the happiest person on earth.
It was a strange feeling, not like any Yami could quite remember; it was easy to forget that it wasn’t really his.
Somehow, he let himself get suckered into accepting another drink. “C’mon,” Jounouchi had said when he’d tried to slur a protest, “It’s like Yuugi can take twice the booze!”
“But no, he... We...” Yami laughed. “Whatever, give it here.”
So maybe ‘suckered’ wasn’t the right word. Truth be told, it was nice to be there, goofing off; it was more like he was one of them, just another person, not some anonymous Pharaoh who had cut into their childhood – and no matter how many times Yuugi assured him otherwise, he knew he had. It was a feeling Yami never shook, always nagging him, right along with his concerns of stealing Yuugi’s time, his normalcy...
And sometimes, he was envious not to have some of his own.
“Ka’ba!” Jounouchi exclaimed. “Good god; that’s a BIG package!” Everyone laughed – even Anzu, who managed to be mild in manner even to Kaiba. Yami looked up from where he had been staring into his drink, grinning wide at the sight of the other duelist. He’d always liked Kaiba’s company, even when company was a euphemism for undying rivalry. With Kaiba he felt more alive than ever, like he had a body for more than loan, like his own to run ragged and break and bleed – just for triumph, for the honor of earning Kaiba’s attention.
Kaiba was holding a large box under one arm, clad in his usual garb. A scowl graced his features, and the room was silent for a second, except for Jounouchi’s snickers, before Kaiba said ever so tactfully, “I see you’re having a happy birthday.”
Yami smirked and retorted, “And I see you brought a gift.”
Kaiba nodded, holding out the present, but Yuugi shook his head and pushed himself up; Jounouchi took his drink, and Yami swayed a little on his feet before looking at Kaiba. “Need something, Yuugi?” The brunet raised an eyebrow as though to punctuate his statement, and Yami winced. He was more than used to being called Yuugi – he was comfortable with it. But Kaiba... Right then, when he all but ached to forget that he was partially real, he didn’t want to be called Yuugi. He wanted to be himself, especially in Kaiba’s eyes.
Instead of protesting, he started for the bedroom door, lifting Anzu’s purse off the desk on his way out. He looked back to find Kaiba just staring at him – his friends had gone back to their merry-making. With a grin, Yami crooked a finger and said, “Come on; aren’t presents supposed to be personal?”
Kaiba made some indignant noise of protest, but he followed, shutting Yuugi’s bedroom door behind him, subsequently muffling the voices on the other side of the door. “Well, take it – I’m on a schedule here.” He held out the box, but Yami reached past it, falling back against the hallway wall and taking Kaiba with him; he kept Anzu’s purse clutched in one hand. As if on reflex the box was dropped and Kaiba caught himself just inches from Yami, hands slammed flat against the wall – the sound reverberated through the walls. “I brought you a gift,” he hissed, so close that Yami could feel his words. “Just take it.”
“Yuugi can open it later,” Yami murmured, eyes falling half-shut as he moved up on his tiptoes. “I’d like something a little different, if you’d please.” He thrust himself up, lips touching Kaiba’s for barely a second, a ghost of a kiss before Kaiba backed away – not far at all, maybe a centimeter or two.
“You...”
“Just right now,” Yami breathed, smiling up at Kaiba. His arms snaked around Kaiba’s neck, hoping to pull the brunet back to him. “Just validate me.” He leaned up again, lips meeting Kaiba’s, body arching hard to touch Kaiba’s. You always do.
“You’re usually more reasonable than this,” Kaiba protested, but guessing by the way his hands came to rest on Yami’s hips, his resolve was weakening fast.
“Reason is taking a break,” Yami replied. “Let it sleep, just tonight.”
Apparently Kaiba agreed, because finally – finally! – he kissed Yami, backing him even further against the wall as he tasted Yami properly, as though taking his rightful spoils of a battle they hadn’t really been fighting. In turn Yami yielded to him, fingers digging hard into the nape of Kaiba’s neck as his hips lifted up, doing the begging since his mouth was otherwise occupied. Behind Kaiba, his hands were quick at work digging through Anzu’s purse, fingers stumbling at times, until he found his prize – lotion in hand, he let the purse clatter to the floor.
“A fool,” Kaiba whispered in his ear, his voice gravelly. “I... I can’t give you more than this.”
Yami had one hand was at Kaiba’s pants, undoing them somewhat shakily; he had never felt more real than he did with Kaiba right then, or ever. “It’s enough,” he said, one arm still wrapped around Kaiba’s shoulders as he shoved the small bottle of lotion against Kaiba’s palm. “It’s plenty.”
Kaiba’s movements were quick, almost frenzied, like it would all disappear if he didn’t rush. In what seemed like a heartbeat Yami wiggled out of his pants and found himself pulled up. Without hesitation he wrapped his legs around Kaiba for support, and holding on tight as he found himself enveloped in another kiss...
Sometime between grinding Yami against the wall and kissing him senseless, Kaiba’s fingers had found their way inside him, slick and slender and oh-so-perfect... “Kaiba,” Yami groaned, head falling back against. He resisted a small wail of loss as the fingers pulled free – and a good thing it turned out to be, as Kaiba shifted, pressing into Yami – the smaller moaned, unsure of how to move, what to do... He wasn’t even sure if he wanted Kaiba to do anything, or to simply stay there, buried inside him; it seemed perfect as it was.
Kaiba made the decision for him, moving and claiming Yami thoroughly – as though he was the only one for the job, the only one who could. Yami found himself unsure of what to do, not when all he could do was go with the moment. Kaiba had one hand on his hip; the other snarled in tri-colored hair, yanking Yami into a kiss, stealing his breath, his mind, his soul –
It was enough to send Yami over the edge, and he cried out against Kaiba’s kiss, satisfied with the idea that Kaiba could feel taste hear his appreciation. Kaiba’s trusts grew fiercer, and it didn’t take long for him to follow Yami over that edge, returning Yami’s cry with his own noise of gratification, low and sultry on Yami’s tongue.
Somehow, it would figure that the only thing Kaiba had to say was, “You taste like alcohol.” That was when Yami realized that the plaster had rubbed his shoulders raw, and his back was sore, and that Kaiba had pulled out of him but was still holding him upright, and it felt just as good –
And he realized they weren’t his shoulders, his back... his body to be held. A spasm of guilt passed over him, settling thick and heavy in his stomach; he held tight to Kaiba’s shoulders as he lowered his legs to the ground, clinging to him for a second – for a last reminder.
Validated for a moment, only to feel guiltier than ever.
“Feeling more reasonable?”
Yami looked up at the brunet, blinking and shaking his head. “Thank...” His mouth went dry, and he swallowed, forcing the words out: “Thank you for your gift Kaiba.”
Kaiba righted his clothing, nodding – somehow, Yami had expected more of a fight. To his surprise, though, Kaiba looked at him seriously, watching in silence as Yami dressed. “Make sure Yuugi gets his gift.” Yami nodded, and with his clothes righted, there seemed to be no other option than to go back into the room – he didn’t even watch Kaiba go. His friends – Yuugi’s friends – didn’t say anything as he passed; they just let him fall back onto the bed without speaking.
“Um...” Jounouchi coughed. “Did you – ”
“No,” Yami interrupted. It would be one thing to tell Yuugi – he wasn’t about to tell his friends.
“Oh!” Jounouchi sounded relieved, as though that was enough. “Must’ve been one hell of an argument.”
“Yeah.”
Sometime before Yami drifted off, he realized that Kaiba had said ‘Yuugi’ separately. But it didn’t matter.
They would be reasonable again in the morning.
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notes

Thanks to: Hannah, jkateel, Nenya85, and sunsinger, for all looking over this for me and letting me know I wasn’t nuts for it. ^^;;;
I had the random line “Reason sleeps when alcohol lays it to rest” pop into my head, which I thought sounded pretty nifty – and I never got to use it in the fic, but it did spawn the idea. Hopefully it doesn’t suck. ^^;; On the drinking – if my memory serves properly, the legal drinking age in Japan is 20 – hence, the birthday. And, um, yeah – ignore that messy end-of-the-manga business here. ^^;; Please? I may be raping canon, but I promise to be gentle.
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