With You | By : MagicReeni Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 8005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Groaning once more, he pulled away and removed the rest of
Yugi’s clothing, savoring every inch he saw of the pale, bare skin before him.
Yugi’s breath hitched as he felt Yami’s velvety wet mouth
slide around his hardness and he moaned in complete bliss. This was just as he
remembered Yami to be before he left also, small teases and always so gentle.
He groaned out Yami’s name through clenched teeth and his hands tangled
themselves in his spiky hair.
It didn’t take much for Yugi to find his release and he
called out Yami’s name before he drooped limply on the many pillows and soft,
smooth blankets below him to wallow in the high he was in.
“This has only just begun.” Yamised sed him on his soft
lips, finding it harder each time to pull away. “I’ll fall for you all over
again before long and make sure we never part again, love.” Yami whispered into
his ear before he reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle of oil.
Yugi
shivered, reveling in the deep, confident tones of his Yami’s sultry
whisper. It had been too long without
him: two years of despair and isolation
after two years of almost dizzying bliss.
He rolled willingly at Yami’s gentle prodding, unable to resist and
incapable of anything but complete trust in his lover’s motives.
Evidence of
the abuse Yugi had suffered in the dungeon stared up at Yami. Guilt twisted in the Pharaoh’s gut like a
hot knife at the sight of healing whip gashes and yellowing bruises. Though the cuts had been cleansed and
stitched expertly, the scars would linger indefinitely. He came to find his love… to find me…
and all he’s found is pain. At
first, he’d simply intended to prepare the tender young body beneath him, to
claim Yugi as his own regardless of what might have come before. The scars upon Yugi’s back inspired an
entirely different plan.
Cool oil
drizzled across his back, bringing a soft gasp of surprise from Yugi’s
lips. It smelled of lotus blossoms and
night-blooming jasmine, and as Yami’s palms gently began to smooth it across
his still-sore back, Yugi nearly purred at the much-needed attention.
Slow,
gentle pressure. Fingers explored as
palms soothed; Yami relearned the planes of Yugi’s body with an unselfish
tenderness that surprised even him. And
a beautiful body it was. For all that
they looked alike, there were some very alluring differences: even the jealously-sheltered Pharaoh was
left deeply tanned by Ra’s Kiss, while Yugi was as pale as Bast’s Watchful
Eye. Training for combat with men as
well as Dueling Monsters had hardened Yami’s muscles and toned his physique; Yugi
was hardly unfit, but his muscles were less defined, making him appear slighter
than the imposing Pharaoh. And
everything about the boy was softness:
his skin, his hair, his voice; tantalizing to the young king. Slowly, hazy memories began to rise in
Yami’s mind as he massaged those supple limbs:
nights spent tangled in their eager embrace, stolen moments when they
twined around his chest and waist as though never to relinquish their hold,
while he slowly embedded himself between the perfect globes which drew his
fingers down…
Yugi was purring
now; Yami’s touch awakened every carnal need the young boy had ever felt,
drawing out the ache of two years’ separation like poison from a wound. Talented, familiar lips brushed over his
back, grazing the curve of his spine even as more oil was drizzled over his
buttocks; a hiss of pleasure preceded a low cry of need as Yami’s teeth nibbled
at the back of his neck, those long fingers slowly working the oil into muscles
unused for what felt now like 5000 years rather than two… Holding nothing back, Yugi arched up into
the intimate caresses and moaned his lover’s name, suddenly desperate.
“What is it, little one?” Yami teased softly, slowly
slipping one finger deep inside his hikari.
A gasping cry left Yugi as he fisted the silk sheets, his breath coming
fast and shallow. “What do you wish of
me, my aibou?”
The endearment brought tears to Yugi’s eyes, nearly choking
his impassioned reply from his lips. He
remembers what he used to call me… he’s starting to remember me! Oh, Mother Isis… “You,” Yugi moaned, trying to roll in Yami’s
embrace. He wanted to hYamiYami, to
wrap his arms and legs around his beloved and never let go again. “Please, Yami: I need you.”
“How do you need me, little light?” Leaning closer, Yami slowly licked the shell
of Yugi’s ear as he slipped a second finger inside. It was more than obvious that even if Yugi had done this before,
it hadn’t been anytime recently; the muscles were tight from lack of use, and
were clutching at him even tighter in Yugi’s desperate passion.
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“Oh, Kami…”
Yugi groaned softly, panting. Gathering
what little focus he could manage, Yugi managed to roll into Yami’s chest. He then wrapped his arms and legs around
Yami’s torso and dug his nails into the firm muscles of Yami’s back. The ordinarily shy teen was beyond his
ability to withstand teasing just now and he wasn’t going to let Yami get away
with it. Leaning up, he caught Yami’s
lips in a deep, open, artless kiss that left the young Pharaoh nearly
breathless and hard as Hatshepsut’s obelisks.
The two fingers in his ass sank to the knuckles and Yugi nipped sharply
at Yami’s lower lip. “I need you,
Yami, not your Osiris-cursed teasing.”
Caught totally off-guard, Yami found himself smiling even as
he gently removed his fingers from Yugi’s opening and used them to spread those
softly rounded cheeks just a “T “Then
these memories aren’t just a sorcerer’s trick on your part,” he murmured hotly,
kissing and nuzzling every inch of Yugi’s jaw and throat. “You even know my favorite curses.” Before Yugi could reply, Yami slid deep and
fast into Yugi’s body, a deep moan of satisfaction escaping him at the tight,
warm fit.
It had
definitely been far too long. Yugi’s
head dropped back as he moaned, long and loud, at the utter perfection of being
filled. If it was uncomfortable, he
barely noticed; gone were the days when Yami had to treat him likass,ass,
gradually easing him into longer and more passionate trysts. His body had been primed for Yami’s
possession from the moment he’d returned to pharaonic Egypt, and waiting was
out of the question. That Yami had
stilled, apparently wanting to let him adjust, suddenly irritated Yugi. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he panted,
turning glowing amethyst eyes on his darker half. “This hasn’t hurt me in a long time. Please, Yami… please: the
only thing that hurts is how much I need you…”
“As you wish, aibou.”
The idea that this young one’s passion could possibly match his own was
still inconceivable to Yami, but there was no denying the tight clutch of
Yugi’s muscles around him, nor the compelling feeling in Yami’s mind that he
had, in fact, helped Yugi past the stage where such liaisons might be
uncomfortable. Flexing his hips
experimentally, he felt a deep surge of pleasure as Yugi’s body ar eag eagerly
into the return thrust, a passionate moan rolling in his throat. It took very little indeed to convince Yami
to accede to Yugi’s pleas.
Much as Yami wanted to treasure the moment, Yugi wouldn’t
let him slow down. When he slid deep,
Yugi arched to take him deeper. When he
slid away, Yugi pulled him back with teeth and nails and heels digging harder
into the firm, tanned flesh of the Pharaoh.
He had his Yami back, if only for a fleeting moment… before the world
righted itself and the ephemeral memories slipped out of Yami’s grasp again…
and it drove Yugi’s ordinarily shy passion almost into a frenzy. Before long, Yami had rolled up into a
sitting position and Yugi was rocking in his lap, grinding his hips against
Yami’s and attacking Yami’s lips in a fury of deep, consuming kisses… riding
Yami as though it was the last time he’d ever be able to…
Release rushed over Yami like the Nile’s flood, catching him
off-guard. Unable to hold himself in
check, he clutched at his young lover and groaned his name, barely aware of
Yugi doing the same as his pale doppelganger reached his own climax. Like a key in a lock, the feel of Yugi’s
slender frame shaking in orgasm and clutching his own erupting manhood echoed of
a hundred nights, a thousand trysts… as suddenly as his climax had overcome
him, so did the memories of just how well they were suited to one another. No wonder he was so crushed when I didn’t
remember. How could I have ever
forgotten this? Instinctively, he
brushed light, soothing, apologetic kisses over Yugi’s face and throat, his
hands caressing that abused back in soft circles.
It was all Yugi could do not to cry. I wonder if I’ll ever run out of tears;
it seems like I’ve cried more in the last two days than I have in the two years
we’ve been apart. Nestling deeper
into Yami’s embrace, Yugi closed his eyes and let himself drift; if only for
the moment, he could pretend that nothing had changed, that the past two years
were simply a bad dream, and he was content to do so.
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