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Chapter List
- 1-You Already Know
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A.N. This came from listening to my friend’s I-pod in her
car on the way to dinner. I don’t know why this worked in my head, hopefully
you all will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed picturing it.

Disclaimer:
Yami threatened to send me to the shadow realm if I so much as looked at his
Aibou, Kaiba has a retraining order on me, and Jonouchi bought a hitman (Malik
and his motorcycle). So…. No, I don’t own them… *Sigh* Oh well…. Oh! And the
song isn’t mine either. It’s by Akon and Snoop Dog, “I Wanna Love You.” LOL
Guess where I got the title from? ^-^ I’m so unoriginal…

You Already
Know

~Convict...Music...and
you know we a front.~

The Club was packed, as it was every night. Teeming with people,
smoke, and the sweet smell of alcohol. Conversation was a hum just below the
driving pound of the bass that vibrated through the rib cages of all those
present; the body resonating with the low sound. The music was a ringing whine
barely heard below the thundering beat. It was enough to give him a headache,
but he couldn’t leave. No, after all, Convict was the only club where he
danced.
          He swirled his dink in the glass he
held, the water condensing on the cool glass as the body heat sweltered through
the room stealing even the cool wisp of breath from the iced beverages made to
take away the common sense and loosen the wallet. Crimson eyes scanned the
stage across the room where several young bodies moved professionally to the
music, their bodies grinding and twisting to the rhythm. Some on the floor,
others in cages, and more still talentedly working against a steel pole that
looked cool, but was most likely slick and hot with sweat.
          The owner of the club gave a soft
sound from beside him, shifting in his chair, his own drink sweating in his
palm. Why the iced-eyed CEO of the Convict chain even helped him with
this particular problem, he wasn’t certain. He knew that the man had owed him a
favor, after his younger brother had vanished to the U.S. several years back,
and the great Seto Kaiba had come to the Motou Estates for help in retrieving
the young Mokuba, but even after his help in finding the young master—which had
evened the score between them—Seto Kaiba had still assisted this chase. So his
reasons for helping him now sometimes puzzled him, though he said absolutely
nothing about it, as night after night he allowed him into the club, free of
charge, their drinks merely pocket change as he watched the dancers gaining
money from his protected and shaded corner.
          Serious lips quirked into a smirk as a
new dancer came out onto the stage, his tiny frame clothed in tight leather
pants that—had the music not been so loud—would have squeaked with his
movement. He wore a short-cropped fishnet shirt and matching black leather
choker. Body of moonlight, eyes of mist, all accented by a touch of make-up and
nicely styled hair that danced brightly in he dim light, shining glossy and
boldly in deep black, highlights of purple, and gold.
          “You’re boy is on, Atemu.” Seto said,
his voice a low drawl of barely masked amusement. Had the man been anyone else,
the tone would have bothered him, but as it was, it only made Atemu’s smirk
deepen with lustful pride.
His
boy. He
liked that.

~I
see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I
kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I
wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know~

          The boy
moved fluidly to the center pole, spinning round it gracefully, hips already
moving in the sensual action that sparked lust and desire in the bodies who
knew the ancient language of passion and nightly secrets. The girl already on
the pole gracefully slid free allowing the new comer free reign, which he took
agilely, as though the item was made specifically for his lithe body.
          He moved against the metal like a
lover, as though he could please the inanimate object before him, and he
intended to make it lose itself to his body. Atemu groaned in his chest,
sinking farther into his seat, knees spreading further apart as his ardor rose,
tightening his crotch with the fiery desires he’d been plagued with since his
first arrival to the club after Kaiba’s phone call. He knew from experience
that those motions of his would make several in the club release without any
more stimuli than what he showed, and was pleased that his leather pants would
give away nothing.
          Seto made another amused sound, seeing
Atemu’s subtle action and took another drag of his beverage. At one time the
action would have bothered him, but now it barely fazed the red-eyed heir to
the Motou Estates—one of the biggest gamming companies in the world—because
this was his time. Atemu watched his boy dance, and took pleasure in watching
his beautiful body work against the motionless object, his face flushed with
passion, body slicked with sweat, and eyes looking deliciously sexual and
veiled under innocence.
Only
Atemu knew, just how innocent he wasn’t.

~Money
in the air as mo feel grad you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe
sale,
dont
tell, wont tell, baby said I dont talk dogg but she told on me, oh well,
take
a picture wit me, what the flick gon do, baby stick to me & ima stick on u,
if
u pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and im here to put this dick on
you,
I'm
stuck on pussy n urs is right, wrip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight
and ima get me a shot for the end of the night cuz pussy
is pussy and baby ur pussy for life.~

          The crowd grew restless with the boy’s
movements, and they moved closer to place their bills into the hemline of the
leather pants. The child smirked and cruelly wrapped those legs around the
unforgiving steel, and lowered himself back, hanging by his legs alone, pale
arms curling by his rounded cheeks, belly pleasantly caved in as the mesh shirt
slid up to his armpits showing off pleasantly puckered nipples, pink against
the alabaster skin.
          The men collapsed over each other
sliding their bills under the hem all attempting to touch more of that soft
body, and yet the boy danced just out of the advancing touches, casually
curling and winding in the most provocative manner. Only one man was allowed to
touch him there, and he was currently relaxing in the shadows his need
throbbing painfully in his tight pants.
          “He certainly knows how to keep them
coming.” Seto commented off handedly, and Atemu gave him a noncommittal noise
to show that he was listening, his eyes too busy watching his boy expertly arch
his back, making the most desirable little face as the pole pressed against his
body and between his buttocks. Atemu grunted his body involuntarily rolling up
into the air as he tensed, his first climax soaking his pants on the inside. He
breathed deeply through his nose, lips a permanent pleased smile. He’d have
many more before the night was done.
          “He brings in more customers than most
of our regulars. I’m told I’m quite lucky to have him.” Seto let the words
trail off as he drank once again from his glass. Atemu doubted he could do so
without breaking his cup and spilling the contents all over himself, so he left
his drink on the table. “I suppose I should thank you for loaning me your
precious Heba.”
          “That’s Yugi to you, Kaiba.” Atemu
spoke for the first time since being seated, sparing the CEO a momentary
glance, his eyes hardened leaving no room for argument. Heba was his neck name
for the boy, Seto was not allowed to voice it. Blue eyes flickered momentarily
with sadistic glee before he turned back to the show, his face still a stoic
mask that showed nothing.
          “Yugi then.”
          Atemu contemplated bringing up the
subject of Seto’s beloved Puppy, currently working the bar, but let it go as
Yugi caught his eye once more, his agile body rolling back up the pole, freeing
his legs to rub up and down, twist and gliding around his metallic lover, and
Atemu was hard in a minute.
Heba what you do to me…

          Several men groaned as their prize
danced away again without so much as a grope, but that was what kept the allure
going. Yugi danced for no one, he gave no stage name and never took extra
payment. He’d become the legend of the club, and kept the crowds rolling in.
Yugi never stripped, never lap-danced, and never took a client to bed.
          Other dancers could be bought for the
night if one was willing to pay the price, and most came with a hefty charge.
After all, they needed the money, and were willing to do anything to get it.
Atemu smirked again, growling low in satisfaction as Yugi kept his body and
mind secret, playing on the fantasies of everyone around, but never making them
a reality.
Well,
almost never.
          Because, what would the only blood
related son to the Motou Estates need money for?
          “You’re just lucky I enjoy the shows.”
Atemu said, his voice a low croon, as his eyes darkened, fingers curling on the
tabletop as he watched the little dancer proceed to make love to his pole.
          “… and his need to rebel.” Seto
bargained, never willing to be coaxed into a debt of any kind. It had been that
attitude that had kept his business alive after his stepfather’s untimely
death.
          Atemu chose not to argue already
caught up in Yugi’s dance: spellbound and loving it.

~I
see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I
kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I
wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know~

          Yugi’s body slid from the pole like a
serpent, his arms and legs tangling about it in a slow, tight, wind. He
practically sat upon the flooring then, his head pressed to the metal, lips
opened in a needy gasp that fogged the reflective surface. Several groans where
heard at the action, and Atemu purred low, teeth flashing white at his grin, as
the men yearned for what was already his.
          His inward gloating was secretly
satisfying, and made the low burn on his skin and in his belly all the more
comforting. He knew the secrets of that body; secrets anyone of those people
down on the floor would die for.
          Yugi’s head was then thrown back,
shimmering beads of sweat flying from his beautiful golden bangs, as the hair
lost its cling to the flushed cheeks, and Yugi’s back arched pressing and
rubbing his center to his pole, grinding against it sensually. Atemu felt his body
stiffen and pulse with his heart beat—which currently matched the beat of the
base—as his body tightened in near release, but it was denied it as Yugi rose,
his thigh slipping up the pole lovingly slow. Atemu could imagine the slow
slickness of that movement as that small leg slipped up his own, resting and
clinging to his hip, those talented hips rocking against his own and driving
him to new heights.
          Atemu lost himself for the second time
with a hiss and barely muffled moan. His eyes drifted closed this time,
picturing Yugi’s perfect face scrunched up in ecstasy as he came, and felt his
body tremble with the pleasant aftershocks that image had given him.
          How easily Yugi undid him at every
turn. He would think he’d be able to control himself a little more having made
a habit out of coming to this club night after night, but every night it was
the same. Yugi’s entrancing dance pulled him apart at the seams, but at least
he wasn’t creaming himself continuously as he had the first time.
          Atemu lightly chuckled in remembrance,
and received an odd look from his partner. Seto’s eyes bore holes into the side
of Atemu’s head, but the crimson-eyed man simply chose to ignore it. It was
none of the other’s business what he was chuckling about, and Atemu had no intention
of sharing his thoughts with him. They had shared enough secrets together in
the orphanage, Seto needed to know no more. They were no longer children
looking for a family that seemed to be forever eluding them: a mother who was a
recovering alcoholic, a parentless teen who carried several problems along with
him.
          Yugi pulled back and slipped around to
the other side of the metal, his legs tangling about the pole as he arched
again displaying the loving actions as two became one for the first time, bodies
and spirits warring over the sensations and feelings their bodies and hearts
gave to them. Atemu’s body burned, ever ready for his little Heba, and allowed
his lips to part as he licked his dried lips watching the way Yugi slipped and
climbed the reflecting item, knowing the light tremors his body must be feeling
as Yugi too reached the edge of his strength, barely able to move anymore, but
still needing to gain higher footing on his dance.
He
couldn’t leave anyone unsatisfied.
          Atemu smirked.
Yugi
never did things in halves.

~Shorty
I can see u aint lonely handfull of niggas n they all got cheese,
so
u lookin at me now whats it gonna be just another tease far as I can see,
tryin
get u up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs,
throwin
bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cuz I'm far from a scrub,
u
kno my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines,
girl
I spend money like it dont mean nuthin n besides I got a thing for u.~

          Amethyst mist opened and met his
crimson stare from across the room and through the shadows. Atemu shuddered at
that piercing, all-knowing gaze. Yugi had always had that stare, he knew
someone’s very soul with a glance. It had been the first thing that Atemu had
loved when he’d first met Yugi.
          Now those captivating eyes held the
glint of mischief. Daring him to come play, to attempt and discover the truth
veiled under all of his mystery: to try and understand his soul. Atemu
smirked at the challenge, knowing that Yugi already knew his secrets, and he had
discovered many of Yugi’s, but not all. Atemu was supposed to be hidden, lost
in the crowds a voiceless, shadow that protected him. Both knew it was a farce.
Atemu came to watch him, and Yugi knew it and danced for him.
Yugi
knew Atemu craved him.
Atemu
knew Yugi did too.
          Yugi winked at him through the haze of
smoke, and music, and alcohol. His perfect cherubic face a siren’s call as
those rounded cheeks flushed with his passion, and those sparkling eyes became
slightly lidded with playful pleasure. Telling Atemu another secret without
words, as candied lips—lips that had eaten sweet deserts with him as a
child—opened in a soft wordless gasp, his mouth forming his name in his
pleasured daze.
Atemu
was his pole.
Yugi
was making love to him upon that stage.
          Atemu’s very soul was burnt in that
moment of mind numbing lust and need. He wasn’t able to hold back the gasp and
groan as his body crested another orgasm so closely after his last, and left
him trembling: sweaty and weak, in his chair, thighs shaking with the fading
sparks of pleasure.
          Seto discreetly looked away,
pretending not to notice the desire shared between his best performer and
his—never vocalized—best friend. He never commented on these nights, never
spoke of the actions both during and after the show, but still the why eluded
Atemu, not that he was really pondering that right then.
          Regaining control of his body, Atemu
looked up and crashed with amused eyes, and a mocking smirk on cherry lips, so
begging to be kissed swollen. Atemu burned again lightly, sending out his own
challenge and warning to his little dancer. You want to play that way? You
will be screaming my name when I’m through with you.
          Yugi gave him a mock surprised look,
gasping again as he accepted the challenge with a air blown kiss, before
dragging his attention back and away from Atemu, and back to his fantasy.
The
reason he’d left.
The
reason Atemu was even here.
          Atemu’s smirk faded minutely as
memories look over his mind, reminding him of why Seto had called, why he’d
entered the club in the first place, and why he allowed Yugi to continue to
dance here. It caused a bitter sadness to well inside of him, even as it held
his own happiness wrapped in its intricate weavings.
          Yuigi Motou had adopted Atemu when it
seemed a lost cause. Atemu had just turned thirteen, an age most parents no
longer considered. He’d been lucky, having just lost Seto and Mokuba to their
recovered mother and new father months before. Yuigi’s wife had died recently
and left behind him and his only son, Yugi.
          Yuigi said that he needed someone to
care for his son while he worked. Someone who would be his friend and teacher
as his mother had been. For some reason, he believed Atemu would be the perfect
candidate. Atemu couldn’t refuse that offer, knowing that in five short years
he’d be without a home anyway, and joined the Motou family, and then he’d met
Yugi, the small, eight-year-old heir to the family’s legacy.
          The child had looked so innocent, and
had loved games and easily welcomed Atemu into his family, having no problems
in accepting Atemu as his big brother. Atemu had quickly warmed to the idea of
caring for Yugi, quickly reaching the point of over-protectiveness. He was sent
to school and given all the royalties that came with the name of Motou, but he
knew his main job was the care of his tiny charge, that never seemed to run out
of energy.
          Yugi was well liked in his classes,
and had many friends, though most were only sucking up to the last name and the
wealth that came with it, and Atemu made sure to keep those unworthy souls far
from his minuet charge all the while guiding Yugi and supporting him in all he
chose to do.
          It was on his sixteenth birthday that
Yuigi approached him with another request and offer, and to a teen with no real
upstanding background—the bastard child of an archeologist and middle-class
woman—it was more than he could have hoped for.

          “My wife didn’t want to tie Yugi to the name his
family bares, so I would like to ask you to carry on the Motou name as my
successor to the Estate and Kame Game Companies, until Yugi makes his own
choice for a future.”

          Yuigi’s words rang through his mind like the
foreboding sound of chains in a musky, dank, corridor. Setting in motion the
painful events that had followed swiftly after Atemu’s acceptance. Yugi was
just entering puberty when Atemu began learning the inner workings of his
father’s business, and had become rather outspoken and moody with Atemu’s
sudden absence from his life. The start of his teenage angst came on in the
form of tantrums and blaring music, followed by black leather and spiked
collars.
          The final outburst came over dinner
just after Yugi’s fifteenth birthday, as Yuigi brought up the subject of
Atemu’s future, naturally bringing up the subject of a wife. He even went so
far as to list several girls from high standing families, offering to set the
twenty-year old up on a date. This seemed to enrage the gothic teenager, as his
pleasant disposition fell away as his fork hit the dinner plate with a
resounding clatter. Atemu doubted he’d ever forget the fearful and betrayed
look Yugi had given him then as he glowered, suddenly deciding that he needed
to make an announcement.

          “Since we’re on the topic of partners, I guess I
should let you know that I have a boyfriend now, and that I’m completely gay!”

          Yugi’s
first rebellion had caused only a light stir of complaint from Yuigi, but he’d
accepted it over the next year going so far as to be friendly with Yugi’s
boyfriend Ryo. The pale albino seemed too shy to be making any unjust moves
upon Yuigi’s son, and so the father simply accepted their relationship, but
that didn’t seem to be what Yugi wanted.
          It was
Atemu’s announcement the following year that triggered Yugi’s sudden flight and
disappearance from everyone’s lives. Atemu was expected to wed a high-class
lady, and so he’d been dating the girl’s Yuigi had suggested, coming to a
conclusion after sometime. His news of his engagement to Anzu Miazaki seemed to
spark something in Yugi, and Atemu wished he could forget the bitter denial and
heartbreaking anger Yugi had showered him with in that one single glare, before
he ran from the room like someone had pulled out a knife on him. He’d vanished
from his room the very next evening.
          Yugi had
again wrapped those sinewy legs around the pole, and lowered himself backward,
letting his sweaty back glide over the warmed metal surface, arching in the
final throws of his desire. Atemu felt the lust in the action, and bathed in
their scorching waves, allowing this moment to wash away the memory of panic
and fear he’d felt as he’d searched for his small charge, his own feelings
adding to the tenseness the whole family had felt over those four agonizing
months that Yugi had eluded them for.
Until Seto Kaiba’s phone call had come, with news of a
newly employed dancer.

~ I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know~

          Yugi’s
arms curled around his body brushing his fingers over himself as he arched,
rolled, and panted against his inanimate lover, and Atemu bathed in his every
fantasy and wet dream watching those gentle features curl in desperate, heated,
need, and burned all the more for the boy up there on the stage, dancing
rebelliously against his unfair fate. His self-imposed silence.
          That had
been the sickening truth behind it all. Yugi’s reason for rebelling, Atemu’s
decision to wed, and accept the family fortune; they had a mutual attraction to
each other, and they’d never be allowed to express it.
          From the
time Yugi had turned twelve, Atemu had felt himself drawing closer to his
step-brother, wanting more than the soft gentle love they shared as friends and
family. The dreams had started shortly after that. It didn’t help matters that
Yugi had taken to sleeping in his bed since his appearance into the boy’s life.
Several times he’d had to drag himself from the warm limbs that embraced his
over heated body in sleep to close himself in the bathroom before he lost
control and molested his sleeping charge.
          He loved
Yugi, but that love was very wrong. He was Yugi’s guardian, he was five years
his senior, and in Yugi’s mind, they were brothers. Not by blood, but by
papers, and so, Atemu had pulled himself away, and soon after Yugi stopped
sleeping in his bed, shortly after that, Yugi gained a boyfriend.
          That
moment had been the most joyful and agonizing night of his life. Yugi was gay,
that upped his chances even if he’d never dream of acting on them, but he was
also taken. Then, there was Yugi’s look. Looking back, Atemu realized he’d
known then, that Yugi also wanted him, and that the ‘boyfriend’ comment had
just been made in an attempt to make him jealous, and when it failed to bring
Atemu to Yugi’s bedside, Yugi had to go out and attain a boyfriend.
And then he announced his engagement…
          Atemu
couldn’t even imagine what that had done to the small teen, whose hopes had
been riding on the sliver of faith he’s placed in Atemu’s inability to settle
with any girl. Only to have them shattered by a young girl just a year older
than himself. It was a miracle he was still untouched and clean when Atemu
found him at Convict. He could only assume that Yugi hid out with
various friends he’d never mentioned or brought home, perhaps using his
allowance to stay in a rundown apartment. Whatever he’d done, he proved that he
really needed no one to survive, least of all Atemu, thus freeing him from the
role of ‘daddy’ and big brother.
          Atemu gave
an appreciative hum as Yugi gave one final roll arms dangling by his face and
came there on the stage, his face bared for all to witness and replay in their
mind for weeks. Slowly Yugi managed to curl back up sliding bonelessly to the
floor as the next dancer—a slim blond with wide shoulders and a hard stomach,
dressed in a Speedo—came up to take his place.
          The crowd
lessened profoundly as the little succubus drifted back off the stage with the
tiniest of smirks, and a little shake of his perfect ass. Atemu growled low,
rising to his feet, his instincts moving him through the crowd and toward the
back exit where he knew his little Heba would be headed. Seto groaned and made
some comment—most likely over Atemu’s impatience and assumptions—but Atemu
barely heard him, too focused on his prize to care.
          The crowds
and heated feel to the air reminded him of his first time coming to this place,
and he easily allowed his mind to drag him back through time to the moment he’d
broken all of his own rules and simply taken what he felt to be his.

~Mobbin' through club in low pressin im sittin in the
back in the smokers section (just smokin),
birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I
can see u (baby I see u),
its cool we jet the mood is set,
your pussy is wet u rubbin your back and touchin your
neck,
ur body is movin' u humpin' n jumpin' ur titties is
bouncin' u smilin' n grinin' n lookin at me.~

          The
pulse of the heated club had made him nervous as he’d entered, following his
friend with barely restrained rage. What was Yugi doing here? In this place of
carnal pleasure and sleazy kicks? Fear had strangled his heart at the thought
of his perfect little angel soiled and dirtied by the world both him and his
father had tried to keep the boy from.
          “This
way, we don’t want your boy freaking and running.” Seto had said, soothingly as
he moved Atemu into the shaded corner that was nearly blocked from the stage.
Atemu felt out of place in his suit and tie, but tried not to notice the stares
thrown his way as he watched the stage filled with young teens and adults as
they moved to the music like puppets on strings. It made his stomach turn and
his mouth taste of bile, and then, he came out.
          Atemu
had to grip the sides of his table to keep from pouncing on the dainty being
who entered the stage, causing such a commotion that Atemu lost sight of his
dancing figure several times before Yugi actually made it up the pole, dancing
so erotically that Atemu felt his body tighten with readiness almost instantly.
          “He was
employed under a false name,” Seto began, his voice amazingly monotonous. “Heba
Yami.” Seto paused again to watch Atemu squirm at the mention of their secret
names, before continuing. “I didn’t recognize it until the district manager
asked me to view the boy’s talent and think of letting him work full time his
age aside.”
          Atemu
couldn’t respond, hell, he could hardly breathe as he watched his little angel
turn into a lust-filled fantasy before his very eyes. Yugi moved so fluidly, so
knowingly, that Atemu had forgotten Seto was even there with him. Crimson eyes
burned as Yugi danced, becoming Atemu’s every denied wet dream, and it forced
the twenty-two year old to collapsed into his release several times in a matter
of minutes, his mind working overtime with the image Yugi gave him.
          “… you
have quiet a problem there, Atemu.” Seto muttered, one brown eyebrow raised at
Atemu’s reaction. “You’re just lucky it’s dark in here.” He muttered, standing
up. “C’mon, Yugi will be off the floor soon, and if you want to catch him
before he leaves...” Seto trailed off purposefully letting Atemu fill in the
blanks.
          With a
limp Atemu followed Seto back into the staff room—taking several minutes just
dodging people—where lo-and-behold, Yugi stood dressing into a casual set of
jeans and a baggy shirt. So far he’d only managed to get his pants on. The
image he gave Atemu made him shake, as his crimson eyes scanned that back for
any new scars he didn’t recognize, but Yugi appeared as pristine and perfect as
he’d been before he left. Atemu relaxed slightly, thankful for the fact.
There was the small puckered scar on his right shoulder blade from his “flying years”—as Yuigi and Atemu had taken to calling them—when Yugi had super glued cardboard wings to his back in an attempt to fly from his second story window. The red burn mark from that extremely overwhelming summer, when Yugi had burnt his shoulders so bad he’d blistered, was still across his upper back, a light dusty pink, faded by the years. The brown beauty mark ob his left hip still glared at him from his otherwise pristine skin, an that horrid scar from the near car accident when Yugi decided that he was an action hero and had jumped from the limo on the busy streets of Domino. All those marks were a comfort, as was the purity of the rest of his body. Atemu sagged with his own relief, his heat slowing its frantic pulse.
Yugi was safe.
          “Yugi
Motou.” Seto’s voice rang cold and held a note of finality that made Yugi’s
tender frame tense and slowly turn to see who had addressed him.
          “… how
did you—“ Yugi’s gasp sent chills down Atemu’s spine as those beautiful eyes
filled with pain, hope, joy, and fear, and Yugi’s lower lip trembled as he
whispered, voice barely more than a breath. “Yami?”
          Atemu
stepped toward him and knocked the frightened teen from his stasis. Dropping
his shirt Yugi bolted for the nearest exit. He had become much faster since his
disappearance four months ago, but he was still no match for Atemu. His hand
trapped Yugi’s wrist as his other carefully glided around Yugi’s soft waist
pulling Yugi back and into his tight embrace, feeling the warmth of that body
for the first time in years. Atemu breathed out a tender sigh, relaxing
unconsciously even as Yugi twisted and struggled in his arms.
          “Let me
go, damn it! Let me go, you bastard!”
          “Yugi…”
          “No!
I’m not going back! You can’t make me, shit-head! I don’t need your stupid
asses! Not you or my dad, so why don’t you just go back to your bride and let
me be” Yugi screamed, tears running over his pale cheeks as he kicked and
squirmed. He even attempted to sink his teeth into Atemu’s hand. Finally annoyed,
Atemu spun Yugi around and trapped him against the wall and his body, eyes
boring into Yugi’s own.
          “Heba,
don’t you dare bite me.” Atemu spoke in the voice that had always stalled
Yugi’s actions before, and received a deep, hateful glare that only made his
blood boil hotter for the boy he was pressed against. He moved his lower body
back away so as not to let Yugi feel his arousal, and tried one last time to do
the right thing. “Do you have any idea the hell you’ve put us all through?!
Yuigi’s in a panic and the entire country is looking for you! What did you
think you were—“ Atemu cut himself off on a hiss as Yugi suddenly leaned
forward to bite at the nearest surface on Atemu’s body which just happened to
be his neck.
          The
sharp lance of pain was quickly followed by the sensations of Yugi’s tongue on
his skin and the hot breath and touch of lips upon him, and Atemu’s mind
blanked out. With a low snarl he pressed his body flush against the rebellious
seventeen year old in his arms, rolling his erection harshly against his
crotch. Yugi released him with a startled gasped, his expressive eyes going
wide with shock as he inclined his head to look up at Atemu.
          “Y—Yami?”
Yugi whispered, and Atemu groaned, pressing close, and grinding against Yugi
again, pleased by the low sound Yugi made, his eyelids lowering over his
amethyst wonders.
          “I told
you…” Atemu began, his lips falling to Yugi’s exposed neck, kissing the salty
skin with a lingering suckle that made Yugi tremble in his arms, his knees
buckling at the contact: proof that Yugi was still untouched. “… not to bite
me…” Atemu moved his mouth up to Yugi’s chin, kissing slowly, as he made his
way to Yugi’s ear, scraping teeth against the tender skin and pulling a breathy
moan from Yugi’s throat, as his small arms snaked their way up and around
Atemu’s neck on their own accord.
          “Atemu…
Yami…” Yugi panted, and Atemu smirked, breathing right into the soft shell of
Yugi’s ear.
          “…
unless you want me to bite back.”
          “Oh…
please…” Yugi whimpered just before his lips were taken in a demanding, and not
so gentle kiss as Atemu lay his soul bared to the small figure in his arms, the
one being he’d fallen in love with the moment he saw those glimmering eyes, and
that tiny had reached out for his own.

          “Welcome
home, Yami.”

          The boy
melted against him, his legs sliding slowly up Atemu’s hip and encouraging the
caress Atemu gave to his limb as he aided Yugi to get situated around his body.
          “What…
about… Anzu?” Yugi questioned between frantic kisses, and searching touches.
Atemu grunted, slamming Yugi against the wall, one hand holding his butt the
other braced on the wall, as the grinding grew more frantic.
          “Already…
called… off…” Atemu grunted in reply, resuming his deep kisses and drowning out
all other questions the small boy might have.

          The door
to the staff room eased open with the barest of sounds, and Atemu smirked at
the image of Yugi standing in the middle of the room still dressed in his
dancing clothes, standing expectantly by the back exit, his eyes asking him
what he was waiting for. It was a good thing Seto stopped us then… we may
not have come to where we are now if he hadn’t… Atemu thought amiably as he
closed the space between them, leading Yugi out to his car, the cool night air
nipping at him through the light cotton of his dark red dress shirt. He only
hoped that they could make it to the hotel before he lost control, knowing Yugi
that would take a miracle.

~Girl n while your looking at me im ready to hit the
caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy,
baby u got a phatty the type I like to marry wantin to
just give u everythin n thats kinda scary,
cuz I'm lovin the way you shake your ass , bouncin',
got me tippin' my glass,
lil' mully dont get caught up to fast but I got a thing
for you.~

          As
expected the car ride was near murder. The flashing lights streaming away like
neon streams that faded slowly from the vision, the slow hum of the engine in
the car as it sped through the chilled, wet night grinding on over-sensitive nerves. Atemu was glad that his hotel
room was close to the club as Yugi’s small ember-hot hand slipped from his own
lap to Atemu’s knee.
          Atemu knew
Yugi could feel his muscles tense under hat touch, and sparing the small teen a
glance from the corner of his eye, he saw Yugi’s smirk as that hand slid
further up Atemu’s thigh, branding him through the thick leather of his pants.
Atemu shuddered feeling his pants become to tight once more and sighed,
smirking back at Yugi, spreading his legs a little farther apart in invitation.
He knew he’d be regretting his choice when that little hand was on him, but he
couldn’t say no.
          Taking the
hint, Yugi’s perfect hand slid to the inner part of Atemu’s thigh, massaging
the tense muscle there and sending bolts of pleasure straight to his hardening
member still trapped in his leather pants. Atemu let out a grunt when Yugi
giggled and placed his hand completely over the bulge in Atemu’s pants. His
hiss was loud in the otherwise quiet car, the radio only barely playing in the
background, the song matching them perfectly, as Yugi slid closer, his hot
breath teasing Atemu’s ear as that tiny hand rubbed him pleasantly through his
pants.
          “Is this
from me… Yami? Do you like my dancing so much?” Yugi asked, his voice husky
with desire, and yet still ringing with innocent joy. It made Atemu groan, his
own hand leaving the wheel to press Yugi’s daring hand closer to himself,
rolling his hips daringly, again drawing a please little giggle from Yugi’s
cherry lips.
          “I allow
you to continue, don’t I Heba?” Atemu whispered back, pleased when Yugi
trembled, his breath just as scalding on his cheek. Atemu smirked as the
nickname he’d given to a small child as a promise to never leave him alone,
made the teenager quail with lust.
          Atemu’s
eyes remained glued to the road, even as his mind slowly fogged over, and for
once he was grateful of the late hour that kept the roads nearly free of
traffic.
          “You want
me to take care of this?” Yugi asked, purposefully squeezing Atemu’s erection
in his hand, and Atemu gasped, groaning at the very idea of those candied lips
around him. Yugi smirked again, and Atemu felt the seat shift under the changed
weight as Yugi laid over Atemu’s lap, fingers dancing over the catch and fly to
Atemu’s pants. “Keep driving, Yami.” Yugi breathed as he freed Atemu’s need
from his pants and made a soft reprimanding sound in his throat. “You seem to
enjoy my dancing too much, Atemu. No wonder you wear leather…”
          His hot
breath was torture and Atemu clenched his teeth, fingers gripping his steering
wheel until his knuckles had turned a yellow-white. “Yugi… don’t tease me.
Either suck me or get back in your own seat.” Atemu hissed through his teeth,
and felt the breath of Yugi’s laugh.
          “Of
course, how cruel of me…”
          Atemu
nearly screamed, eyes attempting to roll back into his head, as that hot little
mouth descending on him, surrounding his pulsing need. “Gods… Yugi…” Atemu
gasped, rolling his hips into that heat and felt Yugi swallow around him
accepting him deep into his throat, those hot little hands resting on either
thigh holding his legs apart for better access.
          That
talented little tongue danced over Atemu’s length teasing the over heated flesh
and sensitized the skin as Yugi began to move his head over Atemu erection,
bobbing up and down slowly, suckling and licking all the while. Atemu moaned in
pleasure, rolling his hips into that beautiful mouth that could say such
innocently seductive things, as he pictured those candied lips around his
arousal, putting use to his mouth to work.
          “…Yes…
Heba… like that…” Atemu gasped, nearly missing his turn into the motel parking
lot. A swift move brought him in and he slammed into a spot, throwing the car
into park and cutting the engine so he could tangle his hands in Yugi’s soft
hair, pressing just slightly to urge Yugi to a faster pace.
          Yugi gave
him a hum, that threw his mind into a blank haze, before speeding his actions
up, bobbing determinedly over Atemu’s hard on, making soft sounds and cooing as
Atemu bucked and groaned out his pleasure. A soft nip to his tip sent him over
the edge once again as he buried himself in Yugi’s mouth, coming hard and thick
in that hot throat, and Yugi swallowed it all, moving back after he’d finished,
licking his lips with a satisfied smirk, some of Atemu’s cum still clinging to
reddened lips.
          “Yum.”
Yugi purred.
          Heat stung
him again. Atemu wrenched the smaller boy into his lap, his lips claiming those
tempting ones in a hard kiss, forcing his tongue into the willing mouth to
taste himself on the small boy’s tongue, his hands caressing that perfect body;
fingers catching on the fishnet shirt as he tried to stimulate the small nubs
of flesh upon his chest. Yugi sighed, relaxing fully against his body, legs
easily slipping to either side of Atemu’s hips as the kiss grew daring.
          Atemu
coaxed Yugi’s lower lips between his own so he could nibble on the flesh
tugging lightly. Yugi moaned gently, pressing closer, his hands trailing down
Atemu’s chest and stomach, pressing gently every so often, coaxing cries of
pleasured need from Atemu’s lips before falling to his still bared member. With
soft motions he tucked Atemu back inside his leather pants, fastening the front
with a lingering caress.
          Yugi
pulled his lips away with a soft sound, his own tongue darting out to trace
Atemu’s mouth in parting as he leaned away fully, meeting Atemu’s burning eyes
with soft, needy amethyst. “We should get up to the room, before someone sees
us, Yami.” His words were a purr that made Atemu scramble to get out of the car
dragging Yugi out with him.
He couldn’t get up to the room fast enough.

~I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know~

          Once the
elevator doors closed behind them Yugi was back in his arms, lips working their
magic against his own as that tiny body pressed and moved urgently against his
own. Atemu groaned into the kiss, his hands trailing down to test the
resiliency of Yugi’s backside, with a caressing squeeze. Yugi bucked against
him at the contact, trailing his lips down Atemu’s throat, pausing to nip at
the skin barely visible where his first button on his shirt was.
          “You wear
too much…” Yugi grunted, his fingers desperately undoing the buttons so his
mouth could play, and Atemu purred, nuzzling the side of Yugi’s neck placing
kisses against his downy skin.
          “Unlike
you my profession expects me to be dressed.”
          “You’re
sexier naked.” Yugi grinned, pulling the last button free and molesting Atemu’s
belly, tongue darting in to swirl around in his belly button, stoking the
flames that already blazed in his belly.
          The bell
rang out announcing the arrival to their floor, and Atemu realized just how
lucky they were that no one was waiting on the other side as they toppled from
the small room; grappling, and clawing for the top neither willing to let the
other go for even a moment.
          The
plastic key card seemed to be beyond his comprehension as he tried to open the
room he’d rented for the evening, knowing that Yuigi would be home for the week
relaxing after finally hearing from his wayward son. It was amazing what a
simple phone call could do for a parent, as Yugi had explained his situation
and promised to return when he felt fulfilled, Yuigi had calmed considerably,
returning to his work and life as he’d done before.
          Finally
the door was opened, and the two fell in still trying to undress each other
while staying in total contact with the other. Atemu kicked the door closed,
hands lowering to Yugi’s hips where he lifted the smaller form into the air
where Yugi immediately wrapped his legs around Atemu’s waist, grinding his
erection against his belly. The actions were quickly rekindling his passion as
Atemu nearly collapsed on the bed, pressing Yugi into the mattress beneath him,
fingers pulling at Yugi’s pants, unbinding him from them.
          “Yami,
wait…” Yugi gasped, arching against his every touch. Through an amazing show of
will power, Atemu managed to pull away from that sweet mouth and addicting
body, to look down at his little obsession. His breath was labored and sweat
damped his bangs making them cling to his face, and this seemed to make Yugi
happy, as his eyes softened with a tender look, his fingers reaching up to
trace his face. “I want to do something for you.”
          Atemu
nodded, allowing Yugi to push him back and into a seated position. Yugi smiled,
his cherubic face filled with such love as he crawled into Atemu’s lap, his
arms lifting to smooth over Atemu’s chest beneath his unbuttoned shirt. “I want
to dance for you.” Yugi whispered placing a soft, loving kiss to Atemu’s lips,
that Atemu returned with care.
          “I’m
honored.” Atemu said with a smirk, and Yugi straightened up, his hands rising
above his head where he began the sensual roll of his hips and body, coaxing
the bodies to move in rhythm, grinding and colliding together. Atemu felt
himself ready once more, his body aching with his exertion, he’d be sore in the
morning but it was well worth it, to have his little one dancing so
provocatively in his lap.
          Yugi moved
to his own music, his belly moving as he used different muscles to pull and
dance. Wanting to see that skin dance, Atemu ran his hands over Yugi’s thighs,
over his hips—thumbs pausing to rub gentle circles into the hip bone—to the hem
of his shirt, pulling it up Yugi’s pale body as his hands continued their
upward caress.
          Yugi
gasped as Atemu’s lips grasped onto Yugi’s nipple, testing it with his teeth,
and soothing the abrasion with the pad of his tongue, causing the flesh to rise
from the stimuli. Licking a path to the other, Atemu pulled the shirt from
Yugi’s body letting it drop to the floor in a messy pile.
          His hands
moved back down that rolling, arching, body, electing gasps and mewls of
satisfaction from Yugi’s pale throat and cherry red, kiss-swollen, lips. His
lips attached themselves to Yugi’s collarbone, sucking the skin into his velvet
mouth, and drawing blood to the surface of the skin making a dark mark of claim
on the boy, who only purred approval at his actions.
          The boy’s
body continued its dancing movement, taking Atemu into a wild ride of sensation
and feeling, as Yugi rose to his knees, lowering over Atemu to trap him in a
kiss, his palms cupping Atemu’s face in a gentle embrace. Yugi pulled at his
lower lip, his pink tongue diving into Atemu’s mouth, tasting him.
          Atemu, no
longer able to contain himself, lifted his hands to the already unfastened
pants and eased them down over hips. Yugi wiggled against him, his lips pulling
up in a smile, and Atemu took no time in caressing the smooth skin of Yugi’s
bottom. Yugi’s kiss broke off in a gasp as he stopped moving in favor of
trembling against Atemu, and the older man took that as a sign that Yugi was
finished, and so he quickly rolled, easing Yugi beneath him, lifting Yugi’s
pant-entangled legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him as well as
rub his leather covered erection against and between Yugi’s bottom.
          Yugi cried
out and rolled upward for more, and was silenced by Atemu’s needy kiss.

~I see you windin n grindin up on that pole,
I kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno
I wanna love you, you already know
I wanna love you, you already know~

          When their
lips parted once more, Atemu brought his two fingers up to Yugi’s lips, tracing
them gently. Yugi instantly opened his lips to trap the digits in his mouth,
where—as he’d done in the car—he suckled them deep, his tongue tracing ever
inch. Atemu moaned at the feel, his pants tightening just a little more, as he
ground himself against Yugi, urging him to hurry.
          The hot
feelings forced Yugi to release the fingers with a high-pitched squeal, and
Atemu removed his dampened fingers, placing them At Yugi’s pucker entrance. He
rubbed the skin gently, encouraging it to relax, and Yugi made a cute
disgruntled sound, pushing his hips down to try and speed up Atemu’s motions.
          Atemu
smirked, but took pity on his little lover, and wriggled his finger deep
inside. Yugi moaned, his head throwing back in pleasure and Atemu’s eyes became
half-lidded with desire at the tight heat that he would soon be buried in, and
he quickly worked his second finger inside. “You’re so perfect, Heba.” Atemu
purred, stretching his already over-worked lover, and Atemu scissored his
fingers as Yugi’s fingernails bit into the back of his neck as the action
brushed his sensitive prostate, giving him wave after wave of pleasure.
          “Yami!”
Yugi cried, breathily, and Atemu smirked removing his fingers from Yugi,
enjoying the mournful whimper at the loss of those digits.
          “I’m here,
Heba.” Atemu breathed as he released his own pants, freeing his member and
placing it at Yugi’s entrance. His heart was pounding, as his chest clung to
the leather that surrounded Yugi’s legs, his shirt blanketing Yugi’s bared
thighs from the world. “I love you.” Atemu whispered as he pushed himself into
Yugi.
          The tight
ring of muscles massaged his tip as he sunk into that blissful heat, and
tightness. Atemu’s head sunk back against his shoulders at the marvelous
sensations, as his ears were assaulted by Yugi’s peal of pained-pleasure, his
feet twitching by his ears. Once he was snuggly inside Yugi’s wonderful
body—his pants pressed to the soft cheeks of Yugi’s butt allowing the kinky
position to settle inside Yugi’s fogged mind causing him to tense pleasantly
around Atemu’s erection—Atemu gasped, trembling, above him, pulling low to kiss
Yugi’s open mouth as he too panted at their connection.
          “I love
you.” Atemu breathed again as he pulled out, making sure that Yugi could feel
every inch of his desire before slamming it back in at the angle he knew would
cause Yugi the most pleasure. He was rewarded with a squeal, and tightened
fingers and legs, as Yugi screamed out his name, as Atemu had promised he
would.
          “Atemu!
Oh… Uhg… Y—ami! Oh!” Yugi panted as Atemu continued their rocking motions,
thrusting into the boy as his body climbed higher and higher into that place
where desire melted into white pleasure. He was quickly coming to his edge
having already come several times that night, And Atemu fumbled to find Yugi’s
erection, pumping in as he ground his hips deeply inside Yugi, momentarily
easing his pounding thrusts into his ass.
          Yugi’s
body rocked with the motions, his head thrashing from side to side, face
flushed remarkably, as sweat accented his every curve. Atemu fell in love all
over again, his eyes narrowing in pleasure as he strove to push them both into
the brink of no return. “Come on, little one… Heba, my Yugi… come for me…”
Atemu purred, watching that beautiful face as he coaxed Yugi over the edge, and
with a scream Yugi complied, arching and tightening around Atemu’s erection
almost painfully.
          ‘YAMI! Oh
gods oh gods oh gods oh! Atemu!” Yugi panted as he lost himself to his orgasm,
his white cream spilling between them. Atemu burned at the sight, shoving
himself brutally into his lover several times before following him into the
pleasured haze, pushing in deeply before releasing his seed deep inside of
Yugi’s body.
          Sated,
they slumped together, Atemu pulling Yugi’s pants from his body to pull his
legs over his hips, still unwilling to leave Yugi’s body. The smaller male
seemed fine with the arrangement, merely cuddling close to his lover, breathing
him in with a sated smile and purr.
          “… I love
you, Yami.”
          Atemu
kissed Yugi’s forehead, feeling his sweat drying on his skin and fusing his
dress shirt to his carmled skin, but he didn’t really mind: they could shower
later.
          “I know.”
          Yugi
chuckled at Atemu’s answer, hugging him tighter to his form, “Arrogant, old
man.”
          “Cheeky
brat.”
          The rested
together quietly for sometime, listening to the quiet night sounds that
permeated the room, before Atemu shifted pulling Yugi closer still, waking the
drowsy boy. “Yugi, come home with me?”
          Atemu felt
the smirk against his chest and his heart fluttered at the tease.
          “I’ll think
about it.”
Atemu already knew the answer.

A.N. Okay, so I know this was really weird and cheesy,
but it just wouldn’t go away so… here it is. Hope it was good. I’m working on
chapter 15 of MoSaL, expect it sometime this weekend, I just couldn’t work on
it with this floating around in my mind. Sorry for the crass language in the
song, but those are the lyrics. *sigh* but if you want the song just drop me an
e-mail and I’ll send you a copy, okay?

Lechan
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