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A way to get lost in you	By : PixieDust291 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Yugioh is owned by TV Tokyo, not me, and I have not made any money from this work of fiction

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
WARNING! This fanfic contains explicit sex of a homosexual nature. Its compliant characters are Yugi, Atem, and Yami - in any verity of combinations therefore. So yes, there will eventually be a threesome. HA! If you do not like this, then why the hell are you on the second chapter?!

A way to get lost in you
Chapter Two

By Pixiedust291

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                “Yugi! Yugi wake up!”

                Yugi groaned as he snuggled further into his covers. At that moment his bed felt like the most comfortable place in existence. He could feel the warming rays of the sun playing across his skin. He could also hear movement coming from downstairs, signaling that his grandfather was up. That was odd. His grandfather usually was never up this early. He usually awoke just as-

                “Yugi get up! You slept through that annoying Pikachu alarm of yours and now you’re going to be late!”

                Yugi’s eyes flew open as he bolted upright in bed “What!?” He contorted his body and snatched the Pokémon alarm clock from atop his headboard and looking at the time. He yelped. The clock fell from his hands as he tried to jump out of bed. However, the comforters were entangled around his knees so he didn’t so much jump out of bed as he face planted out of bed. Yugi whimpered from the pain and rubbed his burning nose.

                “Are you all right Yugi?”

                Yugi gazed upward and saw the ghostly form of Yami staring down at him with concerned eyes. Strangely though before Yugi’s eyes Yami’s face changed and became the darker skinned and smoldering gaze of the Pharaoh from the night prior. The previous night’s rendezvous and actions played out in his mind in both a shameful and teasing way. Yugi’s cheeks turned the shade of Christmas red as he pushed himself upright and then began striping and tearing at his pajamas “I’m fine Pharaoh… I mean Yami. I just need to get out and on my way to school pronto.”

                It seemed wrong to call the spirit pharaoh now that Yugi knew there was apparently another version of Yami inside his mind that was much more pharaoh-like. Was there really another him? Yugi though to himself. He had said last night that he was sure it had been a dream, but now he was seriously having doubts.

                “Yugi are you still up there?” Yugi’s grandpa called up to him.

                Yugi made a mad dash to his dresser where he quickly dawn a shirt and then grabbed his school uniform from the floor. He haphazardly covered his feet with a pair of socks and then slipped them into his shoes. Grabbing his backpack he then made a sprint for the door.

                “Yugi the puzzle!”

                Yugi froze and then turned back to his bed. The Millennium Puzzle lay nestled in the sheets like an egg in a nest. Standing next to it was Yami who gazed at Yugi with a hurt expression. Yugi bit his lower lip. He had never, ever, forgotten the Millennium Puzzle before. “Sorry Ph… Yami. My mind is just not with me.” He walked back to the bed and slipped the puzzle around his neck. The chain jingled lightly, making Yugi remember how he had found the Pharaoh in the first place. He shook his head hard before turning and racing out of his room, down the stairs, and out the door. He called out to his grandfather as he ran away.

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                Yami leaned against the back wall of the classroom and watched Yugi with a speculative gaze. His partner had acted very strange this morning. In fact, Yugi had been acting strange for several months now. At first it had started with the teen slowly pulling away from him mentally. Yami had at first been offended by this, but considering Yugi was growing older he simply thought it was to distance himself from his other half to have more private thoughts. Yugi was a teenage boy after all. When Yugi stopped visiting his soul room as often, again Yami had thought it was to gain distance. Then it had started turning peculiar. Yugi would no longer undress in front of him and Yami would be asked to retreat back inside the Millennium Puzzle until Yugi was done. This seemed incredibly weird to Yami considering they were both male and Yugi had done it several times before until now. Also, Yugi seemed to grow incredibly ill at ease whenever Yami drew nearer to him, even when he was in his ghostly spiritual form. He even saw Yugi one time trembling because he had touched his cheek. Was Yugi steadily becoming scared of him? That made no sense. Unless Yami had done something to frighten him. Yami quickly tried to do a mental recap of everything he had done with Yugi in the last few months. Nothing seemed like it would warrant this kind of behavior.

                Yami sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Even last night he was sure he had heard Yugi’s voice, but when he couldn’t find him and the voice faded into nothing Yami though it was just his wishful thinking getting the better of him. He then looked back at Yugi and smiled. The boy had been in such a rush that he had completely forgotten to comb his hair. Not that anyone else in the class would notice, for his hair was wild enough to hide any bed head with ease, but Yami could tell. He could tell even if the slightest changes were to be made to Yugi’s appearance. A slight blush came over Yami’s apparitional cheeks. His partner was so cute that he might as well be the definition of adorable. He was just so… what is the term used in manga? Oh yes, moe.

                “Mr. Moto please read the next line.”

                “Ah…yes.” Yugi nodded and stood “It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return…” Yugi continued until the end of the scene.

                “Thank you Mr. Moto but remain standing.” the professor then searched around the room before apparently choosing his next victim “Anzu would you please.”

                Anzu startled from her careless drawings in her notebook and stood “Yes sir.” she grabbed the text and began reading “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?..”

                Yami glanced down at the notebook on Anzu’s desk and noticed a curious looking drawing. Pushing off the wall he walked over and looked down. His face fell. The girl had drawn a rather poor representation of chibi him and her kissing and under it said some silly little poem. He sighed and turned to go back to the wall. Truthfully, he didn’t hate Anzu for feeling the way she did, he just wished he could be ignorant of her feelings. Every time he took over Yugi’s body and would unfortunately have to speak with her, pity would consume him and just make the entire situation uncomfortable. He looked back to Yugi who currently looked as if he were dying of embarrassment. If only Anzu knew his passions lay at the feet of one silly, compassionate, honest young boy.

                “Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear. That tips with silver all these fruit tree tops-”

                “O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon. That monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”

                Yami smiled gloomily “I would swear by anything you wished me to Yugi. If only you’d let me get close enough to understand why you hate me.” Yugi visibly jumped and then looked around himself. Yami made sure as to stay directly behind him and out of his line of sight. Had Yugi heard him? He was sure he had not projected the thought to the young boy.

                “Is something wrong Mr. Moto?” asked the professor.

                “… No.” Yugi said meekly, a blush coming to his pale cheeks. This made the entire class laugh.

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                Yami calmly waited for the last class of the day to end. With the time he had secretly following Yugi around he had decided that perhaps it would be best to simply confront his partner face to face with the problem at hand and ask what was wrong. After all, this tip toeing around on potato chips was only making it a bigger mess in the long run. Yugi bit his lower lip as he stared at the test currently before him. Yami only sighed. He felt sorry for Yugi and wished he could help him but unfortunately his memory of Egyptian history was spotty at best and he would probably only confuse Yugi further.

                “Damn it.” Yugi whispered before setting down the pencil and holding his face in his hands. Yami watched him for a moment longer but just before he was going to risk opening his mind to his partner the pencil moved. It jerked to the side and then upright. Yugi’s eyes widened and he quickly looked around before pretending to take the pencil in his hand. The boy looked positively terrified. Yami rushed to his side, surprised when Yugi did not notice him. He snapped his fingers in front of Yugi’s face but the boy did nothing. He then looked down to see what the pencil was writing. The pencil, on its own accord, was writing in answers to every problem. Yami’s eyes narrowed and he tried to use his dark powers to get the pencil to stop. But the moment he directed the spell at it the attack itself seemed to diminish into nothing. Yami tried several more times but still nothing happened. Then he noticed something.

                There was the barest pigmentation around the pencil in the outline of a hand. Yami’s eyes blinked before he moved his own hand toward the pencil and was literally shocked speechless when not only he was able to touch the hand, but the slight ghostly pigmentation then became very visible and fully colored. Yami’s gaze quickly turned to the side and saw the owner of said hand.

                Yami thought he might gasp and lose his balance at what he saw. A darker and more sinister version of himself with dark tanned skin and dressed in ancient clothing was standing on the opposite side of Yugi’s desk from him and holding the incriminating pencil. Yami recognized his ancient self from the few visions he had seen through Ishizu. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Yami yelled.

                His ancient self only smiled and turned back to Yugi, the pencil scratching fervently. With each answer Yugi looked as if he were about to cry. “Stop that, do you want to get him in trouble!” Yami grabbed the pencil and then stared at his own hand. He could move objects now? But how? However, Yugi in his panicked state was still trying to keep up the facade that he was holding the pencil. Yami then glared “I don’t know what you are doing here Pharaoh,” he put emphasis on the name is if to say that he didn’t belong here and to emphasize that he didn’t know his own past name “but I will not let you get Yugi in trouble.”

                The Pharaoh rolled his eyes and snatched the pencil back “Hauuni.” he said determinedly before he began writing answers again.

                Yami grabbed the pencil once more “I said stop!”

                Both men glared at each other and then began fighting over the pencil. Meanwhile, poor Yugi, who was still trying to keep a hold of his pencil, had finally firmly grasped it in his hands but was now being pushed and pulled all over the place. The teacher, of course, finally noticed this and voiced his concerned “Mr. Moto, are you trying to get my attention or are you having a panic attack?”

                “Yugi, stop man. You look like your having a seizure.” Jounouchi whispered from a few desks behind Yugi.

                Yami growled and then forcibly tore the pencil away “Enough!” He sent his ‘mind crush’ toward his former self only to have the Pharaoh’s eyes darken and retaliate with one of his own. The two dark attacks clashed and then exploded. To both spirits it was nothing but to Yugi and the rest of the world it was like a spontaneous gust of powerful wind. The whole classroom erupted in screams as tests went flying and books toppled to the floor. Yugi gasped and then fell out of his seat from the sheer force of the tornado in the room. Then within seconds everything was back to normal. Yugi pushed himself off the ground and managed to stand, rubbing the back of his neck. What the hell had just happened? He looked around the room and then back at his desk when he froze. Now completely visible to him, he saw both the Pharaoh and Yami in their spiritual states glaring at each other with extreme malice.

                “What the hell!” Yugi cried out, causing both spirits to turn to him with wide, guilty looking eyes. His classmates, however, thought he was talking about the tornado.

                “I’ll say. What kind of natural disaster was that!?” cried Jounouchi sarcastically.

                Yami opened his mouth to defend himself when his other self grabbed his arm and they both vanished.

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                Yami gasped as he suddenly found himself in an ornate Egyptian looking room. He rounded on the Pharaoh and growled “What the hell do you want!” he gestured to the room with a vague wave of his hand “You must want something or you would not have brought me here.”

                The Pharaoh released his arm and calmly walked toward the center of the room. In the center of the room was a fire. Surrounding the fire were lavish looking burgundy and indigo silk pillows and sheets. There also was a gold tray with what looked to be the Egyptian version of a whine bottle and a small gold goblet. The Pharaoh then gingerly lay amongst the pillows and pored what looked to be a dark blood red whine into the cup. He brought the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply before slowly taking a small sip.

                His smile was purely sinful as he then turned and fixed his gaze on Yami. Yami continued to glare at him, even as a strange warm and tingly feeling began to go up his spine. “You caused Yugi a lot of hassle.” he explained in a low voice “If you really are me from the past then show some remorse.”

                The dark crimson eyes fell and the Pharaoh looked down at his wine. Yami guessed that was as close as he was going to get to an answer “Good. I’m glad that you regret doing that to him.” He walked forward until he was in front of the Pharaoh “Now tell me why I’m here, and why are you suddenly here as well?” The Pharaoh looked up at him with laughing eyes. “You must be part of the Millennium Puzzle, otherwise you would not have been able to manifest yourself before Yugi and we would not be here now. But I have lived in the puzzle since I cannot remember when and I have never seen you or even felt a disturbance that would indicate you existed.”

                The Pharaoh nodded and then raised himself up on his knees before Yami, offering him the goblet full of wine. Yami took a step back and eyed the goblet with extreme caution. The Pharaoh raised a brow at his hesitance. “How do I know it isn’t poison.” The Pharaoh’s face and eyes took on an expression as if to say ‘Are you serious?’. The feeling of guilt washed over Yami, and suddenly his anger and suspicion fell to the pit of his stomach. He sighed and accepted the cup, brining it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, allowed the aroma of the wine to coil around his very mind and soul. The sweet yet bitter taste washed over his pallet and made him groan. Visions of Yugi trickled into his mind and then just when Yami’s body relaxed the vision took a darker and more… erotic turn. He could see it all clearly in his mind’s eye.

                Yugi pushed beneath him while Yami dominated his lithe and small form. His arousal buried deep within the boy as he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Oh, how his very soul burned at the sight. Yugi trembling beneath him, on all fours, screaming his name. “Yami please!” he moaned “It feels so good, so hot. Something’s happening.” His erotic face panting for air as his expression contorted into one of absolute please “I’m scared. My body, it is going to explode.” His dream self suddenly griped Yugi’s chest and brought him up and onto his knees. Now Yami could see only Yugi’s body and not his own. No, his own was now just a shadow or silhouette in the darkness behind the writhing teenager. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at this. It was wrong. Yugi was so young. Yet he was entranced. And with every bob and arch of the hairless, pale, slender body Yami felt as if he were going to die if he didn’t touch him. Yugi’s amethyst eyes, that were brimmed with tears of pleasure, gazed at him and sliced through his barrier of composure. “Yami… please. Fuck me harder.”

                Yami opened his eyes and feel to his knees. The fantasies had left his body hot and aching. His pants were unbearably tight as his arousal threatened to burst the very seams that held the cloth together. The goblet in his hand would have fallen to the floor if the pharaoh has not managed to grab it before it fell. Yami sat there shaking and trying to calm down his furious pulse. Was the wine he drank some kind of truth liquid that allowed all of your darkest desired to come into the light? He gulped and then looked up at the Pharaoh. They were both at eye level now because they were both on their knees.

                “How did you know?” Yami asked rather hesitantly “I’ve always been able to keep those feelings secret.” The Pharaoh watched him with what Yami assumed was compassion. The Pharaoh sighed, shook his head, and then raised his hand to cup Yami’s cheek. Yami was a little surprised by the intimate contact, but didn’t move away. The other man’s palm felt warm and comforting. Yami couldn’t help but lean into the touch. The hand left and then the Pharaoh gestured for him to lie amongst the pillows. He wanted to say no, but with the way his body was feeling he was too exhausted and sensitive to. He needed to lie down.

                Yami crawled on all fours and then sat against the pillows. Finding them to be warm and silky soft he soon was leaning and reclining against them. The warm silk against his skin felt too nice. Wait… skin? Yami blinked and then looked down. The usual high school uniform he wore, because of Yugi, had at some point changed to the exact same tunic looking garment the Pharaoh was wearing. Yami raised a hand to touch his bare chest and a second later his hand was covered by the Pharaoh’s own.

                Yami jolted. He looked to the Pharaoh only to be captured in that smoldering gaze that reminded Yami of burnt embers. This close Yami could now easily see the few distinct differences between his past and present bodies. The Pharaoh’s eyes were a shade of burning crimson where as Yami’s eye color was more a mixture of the same crimson as well as Yugi’s amethyst. The Pharaoh’s hair was more of a dark indigo rather then the reddish pink of his own or Yugi’s hair.

                He subconsciously knew that the Pharaoh was drawing closer to him but strangely Yami didn’t feel like pulling away. His eyes just remained locked with his past self’s as the Pharaoh’s face drew nearer and nearer. When he was close enough that Yami could clearly smell the scent of spices and cinnamon exuding from the other man his eyes flicked down to the Pharaoh’s lips, full and completely delectable. “You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you.” Yami whispered ever so softly. His eyes flicked back up to meet the Pharaoh’s as the man smirked and nodded. He should be disgusted, outraged even, but the slow fire that was coursing through his veins betrayed Yami’s true feelings. He felt cornered, captured even, and for the strangest reason he somehow felt like he wanted it to happen. He wanted the king of Egypt to capture him, know him, and… be claimed by him. Can one claim themselves? He supposed they could, but then would that classify any action between them as masturbation? He considered this for about a second before realizing he just didn’t give a damn. “Then kiss me, and make it good.” he smirked.

                The Pharaoh’s hands twined around his neck before brining their mouths together in a heated kiss. It was but no means gentile as both men fought for dominance. Their tongues battled, lips pressed, and teeth nipped and bit at any tender flesh when they could. It was not violent, but neither was it chaste. This was fine with Yami. He never had been one to prefer gentile over hard and rough. Of course he always had that occasional dream where he and Yugi were gentile and romantic with one another because it was the teens first time. Though for every one of those dreams there were about three other dreams that were not quite so tender. Dreams where he pushed Yugi up against his locker and took him at his school. Dreams where he interrupted Yugi while he was taking a bath and showed him all the other uses for that bubble bath soap he so enjoyed and his rubber ducky. Dreams where he was Pharaoh of Egypt and Yugi was has own personal erotic dancer. Yami groaned into the kiss when he remembered that dream. He had never fully understood what the ‘dance of seven veils’ was until Yugi had treated him to that little sight.

                The Pharaoh pushed him back before climbing on top of him. His hands roaming all over his chest before finding his nipples. Yami groaned and thrust up, allowing his barely retrained arousal to brush against the Pharaoh’s own obvious bulge. A mischievous smile curved over his lips. This was going to be fun.

                The Pharaoh moaned and then leaned down over him, taking Yami’s lower lips between his teeth to nibble and suck. Yami’s nails scraped down the tanned back before each palm grabbed a handful of his nice round bottom. Yami pulled away from the Pharaoh’s kiss and then leaned up to attack his neck. His teeth bit hard enough to leave a mark but not to pierce the skin. The king gasped at this and then groaned loudly, leaning into the slightly painful action. Yami chuckled and kneaded the king’s ass, earning him another delicious groan. The man’s back arched and he pushed his rear further into Yami’s grasp.

                “Oh, you like it rough do you?” Yami purred. The Pharaoh leaned up and looked down at him with such lust filled eyes. The Pharaoh then wiggled himself out of Yami’s grip and crawled down his body. His warm dark hands scraped down Yami’s chest, a teasing and delicious sensation. His stomach contorted as he gasped in pleasure. The hands soon left his chest however, in order to caress up his thighs and then move under his tunic and over his groin.

                Yami growled as he leaned forward; pushing his hips up and into the wonderful pressure. With his own hand he unclasped the hook and let the covering fall away. If he was going to get touched down there then he defiantly wanted to watch the show. The Pharaoh slid down further and rubbed his face against that hard, hot length, feeling viscous fluid streak his cheek. Yami purred, his thigh muscles tensing against the Pharaoh’s sides, then he whimpered.

                He held Yami against his face and flicked his tongue over the velvety soft tip. The salty taste of him was making his mouth water. He wanted to fully savor Yami, but he wanted to be deep inside him as well. Though, considering his present day self seemed to me more dominant then him he supposed he would agree to be the submissive. After all, it was not every day one got dominated by himself. He couldn’t really find fault with Yami for being dominant. The man had not had sex in over a century, and with the oh so sugar coated Yugi running around… it was actually a wonder Yami was not a rutting zombie. He gently scraped his teeth up Yami’s arousal and just when the man’s eyes fluttered closed and he gave an appreciative groan, the Pharaoh pushed Yami’s legs wider, dipped his head, and ran the tip of his tongue over his testicles.

                Yami’s eyes went wide and he lost his voice for a second as fire shot up his spine “Oh, Ra! Do that again!” Yami panted, one of his hands left the sheets to entangle in the Pharaoh’s hair. The Pharaoh pulled one tightly drawn sac into his mouth as he felt beneath his other self and spread lube on the tight opening he found there. Yami pulled his knees up, giving him easier access. The Pharaoh breathed deeply, taking in the soft, musky scent of Yami. Yami groaned as he felt his testicles drawn toward his body, growing tighter and tighter.

                The Pharaoh moaned and then slowly pulled his mouth away just a tad. A drop of semen slid down the base, making him groan and lean forward once more. He lapped at the pearly drop as his finger continued to rub. He took the head back into his mouth as he pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Yami’s guttural moan was low and ragged. His thigh muscles jumped and his head rolled back as he groaned loudly “I can see that at least I was experience back then.” he gasped and smiled jokingly.

                Oh, if only he knew the reason why he was so experience. The Pharaoh‘s eyes sparkled. He added another finger and watched as Yami’s face contorted in an expression of pure bliss. He grinned around the length in his mouth and decided to treat Yami to one of his more hidden talents. He close his eyes, placed his tongue along the underside of Yami’s length and then relaxed his throat before he torturously began moving down the length at the slowest pace possible. Yami swore as his length was engulfed inch by rigid inch into the Pharaoh hot and wet throat. Holy Ra, his past self could deep throat too?! Yami wanted so desperately to buck his hips upward, but to do so might hurt his lover and he definitely didn’t want the sensations he was feeling to end. When the Pharaoh drew back and allowed his mouth to separate from Yami with a resounding pop, he could do no more then pant and look at the king it awe. The Pharaoh, of course, only smirked at him with an all knowing glint in his eye.

                Yami’s eye narrowed “Don’t you dare stop.”

                The Pharaoh retracted his finger and pushed Yami all the way down on the pillows. He grasped his legs and laid them over his shoulders. Yami looked up at him and said “Alright. I’ll give you a few thrusts. But after that,” he leaned up with inhuman speed and grabbed a handful of the Pharaoh’s hair, brining their mouth’s together for a brutal kiss. When they separated he leaned down and bit the juncture where the neck met the shoulder “your ass is mine.”

                The Pharaoh nodded and with his hand guided himself to his lovers already slick opened. He pressed and then made a hard thrust forward, completely sheathing himself in one swift motion.

                Yami’s groan ended with an animalistic growl. “Oh yes.” he smirked “I’m also glad to see I wasn’t small.” The Pharaoh seemed to ignore him as he withdrew himself and then thrust forward again. Yami was so tight around him. The heat of him was so inviting and the slick yet coiled walls moved against him in a way that could only be described as maddeningly sinful. He bit his lip and tried to think of anything that would keep him from an orgasm. He thrust in several times, each one growing faster then the last. Yami groaned and just when the Pharaoh was about to slide in again he stopped. Yami hissed at the loss then blinked when he saw the Pharaoh move away from him and let down his legs. The man unfastened his tunic and tossed it aside, revealing his toned, and flat stomach to Yami’s hungry eyes.

                “Shesep wi.” the Pharaoh murmured.

                “I don’t know what that means.” Yami said as he pushed forward and up then tackled the Pharaoh to the floor, flipping him over to his stomach and then lifting him up to he was on his hands and knees. “But if it has anything to do with me taking you right here,” he leaned down and licked the outer shell of the Pharaoh’s ear “right now.” he blew on it gently, teasing the king to oblivion “Rest assured you will be screaming my name.” His hand curved, caressed, and traveled down the length of the Pharaoh’s back before curving over his buttocks and then down the seam. His fingers were then suddenly coated with some kind of liquid. Yami leaned up and then looked at his hand, finding his digits coated in lubricant. He smirked “It appears you have control over this room. And fingers automatically get lubrication whenever they need it.” He brought his fingers to his nose, taking in the soft floral scent of the lubricant. The scent seemed vaguely familiar to him.

                He soon disregarded the thought as his fingers returned to their prior quest. His index finger went down the seam and then plunged inward. Since the Pharaoh had obviously shown experience in matters such as these, Yami felt it best to give him two fingers instead of one. The Pharaoh gasped and then cried out as his back arched. His arms trembled and his eyes closed as he pressed back into the hand. When Yami’s fingers began thrusting his whole body began a slight rocking motion. It moved forward when the fingers plunged and then back when the finger seceded. He moaned and then tossed his hair before looking over his shoulder and locking his eyes with Yami’s. Those crimson eyes danced with not only challenge but also lust. He licked his lips and then said in his lilting and cryptic voice “Yami.”

                Yami’s whole body felt as if it had been shocked by electricity. He trembled and groaned. He forcibly bit the inside of his cheek, giving himself enough pain to stray off the orgasm that had nearly come crashing down on him. He regained his composure and then fixed his lover with a hard glare. He withdrew his fingers in one quick motion and pushed up on his knees behind the Pharaoh, positioning himself. His head pressed against the Pharaoh, causing the man to whimper. Yami chucked. He rocked his hips back and then slammed inside, but only half way. The scream he tore from the Pharaoh’s lips was priceless.

                Yami gasped as the tight, hot hole engulfed him. The Pharaoh kept pushing steadily down until Yami thought he’d die of the pleasure. Only when his ass was nestled against his hips did Yami let out a breath. Those crimson eyes widened “Nefer merwet, dew!” The Pharaoh moved forward and then plunged himself back down. Yami growled and without thinking grabbed his hips, keeping him in one place. The Pharaoh cried, only to be silenced when Yami’s hand lifted and made contact with his buttocks. The Pharaoh froze.

                “I am in control here, not you.” Yami managed to breath out through his panting. There was a brief silence and then the Pharaoh moved again, trying to do the same thing as before. Again, Yami’s hand raised and smacked his right cheek. The Pharaoh groaned and shivered beneath him, but made no move to repeat the action. Yami grinned “Good boy.” His grasped both sides of the Pharaoh’s tanned hips and then slowly withdrew himself. Brining out those delicate and cute little mewls from his partner. He wondered, briefly, if Yugi would be like this. No. No, his partner would probably be the antithesis of the Pharaoh. What would it be like to have them both. Yami groaned as those thoughts not only filled his mind but also penetrated his fantasies and took root. Yami’s body tensed and ached. His muscles strained and tightened, begging for release. Without warning he slammed his hips forward, burying himself completely before just as quickly withdrawing and then embedding again. He angled the Pharaoh’s hips, hitting him just so. The king’s whole body tensed, squeezing Yami’s sex hard and milking him. Fuck, if this kept up he wasn’t going to last much longer. His hips thrust wildly, setting a furious pace that seemed almost inhuman. So hot, so tight, so wrong and yet so gloriously right.

                The hot splash of the Pharaoh’s seed hit the sheets an instant before Yami himself came. Releasing his own scorching essence deep inside. He groaned, his body going completely still as he concentrated on merely riding out the waves of possibly the best orgasm he had ever had. His nerves were all alive. He swore he could feel every molecule in his body. He waited until his sex had gone completely flaccid before pulling himself out, earning him another gasp from his lover. Yami fell backward amongst the pillows, gasping for air. He placed a hand on his forehead to feel his temperature as stars still flashed before his eyes.

                He closed his eyes for only an instant and when he opened them again the Pharaoh was leaning over his upper half. The man leaned down and gently kissed Yami on the lips as he whispered “Ek meri dew kea ek id.” Yami smiled up at him and kissed him back before closing his eyes once more, this time much needed sleep called to him. The Pharaoh chuckled and kissed Yami’s lips once more “Sedjer.” he whispered “Sedjer.” He reclined next to his lover and looked up at the ceiling of his room.

                He had set free both the light and the dark. Now all that needed to be done was to bring them together. A sad smile played across his face.

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A/N: Am I bad? *mischievous grin* Oh Yes.
You guy’s wanted it and here it is. The second chapter, coming in at 5,946 words. Ten more reviews and you guys get the third one! Hoped you liked it!

Beta corrected by N. Wolf and yugixyamiyaoilover

Translation Notes

Hauuni - helping
Shesep wi - take me
Nefer merwet, dew - good love, more
Ek meri dew kea ek id - You are loved more then you know
Sedjer - sleep
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