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The Sweet Creamy Part	By : wjn Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Sweet Creamy Part
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I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh

I read someone on ff.net, talking about how she only wrote
plot-development so that she could get to the sweet creamy part in the middle
of the story. Since I agree with her
completely, I just left out all the other stuff.

He woke up with
Pegasus on top of him, one long arm thrown across his face, and both legs
entwined with his. The late afternoon
sun, shining through the leaves of the trees outside the window, lit the room. Yami raised his head, and craned his neck,
trying to see the bedside clock. It was
mostly blocked by the bottle of Kama Sutra oil and a pile of wadded black lace,
but he thought it said 5 something.

He shook Pegasus,
who sprawled across 3/4 of the bed, his pretty face peaceful under messy hair.

“What?” Pegasus opened one sleepy eye, saw
him, and pulled him immediately into his arms.

“I can stay a
little longer,” Yami said, “Until 7 maybe, at the latest. -- It’s a school
night.”

“Gotta get the
body back by curfew?” Pegasus buried his
face in the sweat-softened spikes of Yami’s hair.

Yami, his face
pressed against Pegasus’ chest, smelled his mingled scents of wine and imported
soap. A faint hint of their sweat clung
to him -- Evidence of the hours they had already spent together.

The rest of the
castle was always immaculate, but not Pegasus’ room. Even the bed, when they finally got to it,
was usually covered with mounds of their discarded clothes, their towels, their
various love toys -- Joining, of course, the menangerie of plushies that he
kept there all the time. Yami loved it.

Pegasus’ hands
were busy below Yami’s waist, cupping; stroking, with tiny
fingernail-scratchings; teasing, in lazy, swirling circles -- Yami couldn’t see
his face -- His chin was resting on the top of Yami’s head -- The pitfalls of
being 4 and 1/2 feet tall. He could
imagine the smile that must be there though, the one good eye closed, lips
curled up in contentment -- A cat’s smile.

“What is it
between you and Yugi?” Pegasus asked from above him, his hands not stopping
what they were doing.

“What do you
mean?” Yami pulled in closer to those hands. “We’re partners -- It’s a mentor
thing.”

He felt the
vibration in Pegasus’ chest as he laughed.

“Funny,” he said,
“Everyone seems to think there’s something more.”

Yami thought
about Yugi -- His little Aibou. He
thought about all the times that he had been unable to keep him from getting
hurt. About the burns that had been on
his hands after he had finally managed to get the Puzzle free from the wall in
the warehouse when he dueled with Bandit Keith.
Yeah, there was something more.

Pegasus took his
chin between the fingers of one hand and turned his face upward. He kissed him lightly.

“What is it?” he
asked.

Yami didn’t want
to say. Not to Pegasus. His mocking words: “You’ve failed in your self-appointed duty to
protect your little protégée … Perhaps Yugi would have been better-off without
your interference, hmmm?” came back to him.

“Why do I keep
coming here?” he asked out loud.

Pegasus didn’t
answer. He kissed him again.

“I mean it,” Yami
began to feel a little impatient.
“What’s the attraction?”

“You and little
Yugi,” Pegasus spoke lightly, “You both make friends out of the ones that tried
to hurt you -- I’m your Jounuchi.” He kissed him some more.

“The power of
friendship.” Yami said bitterly. “Lines
drawn on your hand -- You get hurt an awful lot before the friendship kicks
in.”

“YOU get hurt?”

“Yugi gets hurt, mostly -- He’s younger and
weaker.”

He pulled
away. There was a faint space between
them now, as they lay on the bed.

“I’m a real
mood-killer,” Yami thought, “-- I might as well leave now.” He said out loud.

“Do you have
to? It’s only --“ Pegasus looked at his
watch, “Only 5:45. You’ve still got some time.” He grabbed Yami and pulled him close, arms
wrapped tightly around his torso. “Look
at it this way --“ he said, “Little Yugi’s in no danger right now --“ he laughed,
“Quite the opposite, I’d say.”

“I guess.” Pressed skin-to-skin with Pegasus, his body
was clamoring for more. It still held
memories of their saliva-soaked kisses, of the taste of his semen on Pegasus’
lips.

He tried to turn
off his mind. Pegasus’ body, longer than
his, enfolded him from head to foot. His
hands on hos buttocks, pressed him close, feeding his growing excitement.

“I get so sick of
being a hero,” Yami said, “Why can’t I be --“

“The villain? --
Trust me, you don’t want to!” Pegasus continued to hold him close, rubbing his
erection against Yami’s own.

“No, I mean just
regular -- With good parts and bad parts --“

“Mmmm! Bad parts --“ Pegasus dived under the sheets
and took him in his mouth. He held him there,
just barely inside, his tongue tickling where Yami was most sensitive. Yami writhed.
He squirmed. Then Pegasus took
his whole length, relaxing his throat, so that Yami could thrust as hard as he
needed.

Yami held
Pegasus’ head in place, selfish as his growing excitement grew
uncontrollable. His hands clutched
silver hair -- The feelings took control, eagerness that demanded a release.

He came in a
series of convulsive shudders.

“Sort of gives
meaning to everything, doesn’t it?”
Pegasus brought his head up and kissed him. Yami savored the taste of himself, a faint
bitterness in the back of Pegasus’ throat.

He knew what
Pegasus wanted. It was his turn. He remembered something he used to do back in
Egypt.

“Like this,” he
said, “Me on my knees above you,” Pegasus got the idea. He didn’t have to tell him any more.

“Mmmm -- Yeah!”
as he went in.

A strange
feeling. -- NOT pain -- They’d done this before. -- Good? He remembered it being so much better, back in
Egypt. But Yugi’s body was innocent. It was hard to adjust his desires to the body
he was occupying.

He looked down at
Pegasus -- His right eye squeezed shut, mouth twisted -- Almost as if he was in
pain. His fingers dug into Yami’s back.
-- He’d confided, earlier, how he’d taken to cutting his nails very short, so
as to make sure he left no scratches.
His back arched as he thrust again and again.

His fingers dug
into the muscles of Yami’s back -- Tighter.
Yami knew there would be bruises.
So much for leaving no marks.

Pegasus moaned as
he came, and then collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Yami down on top of him,
his arms tight. He was silent. He only sighed, the exhalation filled with
contentment.

Yami wanted to
stay. He knew if he did they could go on
like this all night, alternately sleeping and playing. There were still chocolates in the box on the
table. And Pegasus’ favorite pink fluffy
handcuffs were fastened conveniently to a bedpost near his head. But the setting sun told him he didn’t have
time, even before he looked at the clock.

Sure enough, when
he did, it was past 6:30. He’d barely have enough time for a shower
before he took the helicopter back to Domino.

Pegasus watched
him lazily from the bed, one heavy-lidded eye peering from behind a mess of
tangled hair.

“When can you
come back?” he asked.

“I don’t know --
The Battle City tournament starts in a few days.”

“No one’s busy
all the time. -- I’ll be here.”

“Good --“ Yami
looked at Pegasus, totally relaxed on the bed, his face knowing. And accepting. He wanted to let the welcome of the room
enfold him again.

“I’ll be back.”
He said.
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