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Sparklers	By : lucterna Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 1723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, this thing has certainly been long in the making ^_^; I've honestly been writing it on and off for the past two or three months, because I've never had enough inspiration to just finish it in one go like all the others. And I wonder just how many of you might be surprised I picked Ryou, instead of one of the yamis or something? lol. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh! or anything affiliated with it that is otherwise copyrighted, registered or trademarked to someone else. I do not own the poem, "Sparklers."

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I scratched out your name in longhand

on the night, then you wrote mine.

I couldn't see you, near me,

laughing and chasing my name

through the air, but I could hear

your heart, I think, and feel your breath

against the darkness, hurrying.

One word swirled out of your hand

as you rushed hard to write it

all the way out to its end

before its beginning was gone

It left a frail red line

trembling along on the darkness

and that was my name, my name.

- "Sparklers", Ted Kooser

"Catch me if you can, Ryou!" Then, in a blur of gold and white sparks you are streaking across your backyard. Beneath your feet the grass is cool and soft, like some endless carpet tinted navy and silver in the moonlight. The firework clutched tightly in your hand creates a ribbon of light through the darkness and you twirl it about yourself as you run, feet pounding against the ground.

By the bubbling, rich sound of his laughter you can tell Ryou isn't far behind and over the sound of your breathing you can hear the flare of his sparkler as well as the beating of his footsteps. They remind you of your heart, throbbing against your ribcage as you suck in the sweet fragrance of the wisteria and wildflowers that cover the yard. You chance a look over your shoulder, seeing his laughing face behind you, and though you can barely hear it through the pant of his breathing, you can see your name on his lips. Turning your head again, you laugh, pumping your tiring legs just a bit harder. There's no denying the thrill of the chase, no matter how much you truly wish him to catch you.

The game continues as the two of you run circles and figure eights about the yard, seeming never to tire though your burning lungs and aching muscles beg to differ. Your sparklers have long since extinguished, the harmless sticks discarded into the grass, newly slick with dew.

Ryou's fingers graze your arm suddenly, clutching at the limb to no avail as you pour on the last of your speed, a teasing chortle flowing from your lips. "Not yet!" you tell him, chuckles still evident in your voice. From behind you he laughs as well, calling your name as if that will slow you.

Finally, the adrenaline pumping through you begins to calm and you know the chase must end soon. Gradually you slow yourself and when his hand comes around your upper arm this time, you allow the fingers to close around it. He spins you to him, pinning your body to his, your heaving chests meeting as your eyes lock.

"Got you," he grins.

You chuckle breathlessly, nodding. For a moment you allow him to bask in his glory before you pull from his grasp and tackle him, bringing the both of you to the ground. Air escapes him in a pronounced "oof!" and his eyes squeeze shut.

"Sorry!" you apologize with a tiny laugh, raising yourself to your hands and knees above him, allowing him just enough space to catch his breath.

He shakes his head, gasping in air, but there's a smile on his face and so you know he took no offense to the gesture. Seconds later, he's breathing normally again, those dark eyes staring up into yours with mirth. You can't help but grin at him, lowering your head to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "Love you."

"Mm," he agrees, returning the gesture with a kiss to your chin. "Love you too."

"Let's look at the stars," you tell him quietly, finally allowing your body to come to rest against his. You lie your face on his chest, turned sideways so you can see the brilliant bodies of light burning alongside the moon.

A few constellations catch your eye and in a soft voice you tell him their names, raising one arm to point them out, tracing your hand over the stars like some far-off, celestial dot-to-dot. He tells you a few you don't notice before falling silent, allowing your voice to fill the air. After a while, you quiet down as well, turning back to the white haired boy lying in the grass beneath you. His eyes are half lidded and they catch yours as you turn to him and fold your arms on his chest. Resting your head atop them, the two of you stare at each other quietly for some time.

You reach out tentatively with one hand, sliding your palm affectionately against his cheek before delving your fingers into that thick white mane of hair. How you loved to stroke the soft, velvety lot of it and as you do so now, other times that you have held him and done this flash across your mind's eye. So many times the two of you had curled up together and you would brush your fingers through his hair until he slept soundly beside you. Even now his eyes slide shut and a sigh escapes him as he leans into the touch.

A quiet chuckle escapes you when you tell him, "You're beautiful." Your fingers continue combing through his hair, curling it around them as they move.

"I should be telling you that," he murmurs, his thin, carnation colored lips barely moving. Eyes still closed, he wraps an arm loosely across your back, the other cushioning his head from the ground. Very gently he begins to massage the small of your back through the grey t-shirt you're wearing.

Your reaction to this is very much like his to your fingertips prodding lightly at his scalp, a soft exhale as your eyes slip closed. For a few moments the two of you lie there like that, enjoying the light sensations. Until very slowly, you slide your hand out of his hair and reposition your chin on your folded arms. "How long has it been?" you ask nearly soft enough to be lost in the fragrant breeze that's lifted around the two of you.

His tone is the same as he replies, "Two years."

"And how long until...?" Your eyes drift to a thin silver band on your left hand and a tiny jewel glitters faintly back at you under the pale moonlight.

"Two months..."

With a thoughtful, soft sound, you repeat him, "Two... months..." Then once again you put the side of your face to his chest, listening to the gentle in and out of his breathing. A small amount of time passes like this, but soon you are not content to lie there. Pulling your head from his chest, you lean up and place the start of a soft kiss against his chin, carefully sliding yourself upward until your lips reach his mouth.

Ryou gives in with an audible sound of appreciation, his grip around your back tightening. Several breathless moments tick by, as your mouths work together, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth without the intention of breaking through. You pull away, taking yet another perfumed breath of the night air. Ryou's eyes have slid open half way, watching your face as he catches his own breath. Finally, he says, "What was that for?"

In reply you grin playfully, sitting up so that you're resting on your knees, looking down at him with your palms splayed against his chest.

Ryou chuckles, following your movements upward until the motion causes you to slide backward, your bottom resting on his thighs as he props himself up with his hands on the ground. "Care to do it again?" he murmurs, a small smirk hinting across his lips.

Still grinning, you lean forward and oblige him by pressing your mouths together once more. His lips are sweet with the lingering taste of the strawberry ice cream the two of you had shared before coming outside and you relish the taste, indulging yourself in it by slipping your tongue into his mouth to explore. Your actions draw a pleased whine from his throat as your tongues meet in his mouth and you drape your arms over his shoulders, tangling one hand into his hair again. Once again you pause to move away and draw in much needed air, watching the pleased look on Ryou's face with a grin. His eyes are shut, breathing shallow and those sweet lips of his are dark and swollen. Touching a finger to your own, you find them to be the same and grin again.

After a few seconds with you sitting there quietly, Ryou finally opens his eyes, giving you a questioning look through darkened irises. He opens his mouth to say something but you quickly press a finger to his lips, shaking your head with a devious smile. Ryou doesn't protest, instead following your lead and staying quiet. Cupping one of his pale cheeks with your hand, you draw your thumb tenderly across it before leaning in again.

You give him just enough time to think your mouths will meet, watching as his eyes shut in anticipation again. However, just as you breathe a warm, moist breath onto his lips, you shift your head to the side, kissing a slow path over his other cheek until you reach his ear. Beneath you, he shivers and you can feel it ripple down his body, warming the sparse space between the two of you. Sighing softly against his skin, you kiss the area just outside his ear canal, treating it as if it were his mouth and sliding your tongue lightly against it. His body stiffens beneath you and a sharp breath leaves him. You can practically feel the quiver of the muscles in his arms as he works to hold himself up. With another little grin, you move your exploring mouth to his earlobe, taking it between your lips and sucking gently on it.

Another shudder courses through him as a soft moan slides past the swollen pink lines of his mouth. Though you and Ryou have been together for two years, the two of you have done nothing more intimate than heavy petting and it has always pleased you that, despite his quiet nature, when it comes to things such as this he isn't able to keep silent. There is always a hitching breath or gentle moan to reward your efforts. At first, it had been surprising, but now you relish in it and do whatever you can to bring it about.

When you nibble at his earlobe, he murmurs appreciatively, but at that he relieves his arms of their duty and lowers himself to the ground. It brings you against his chest once more and again you can feel the press of his breathing, which comes quicker now. You don't mind as you wriggle upward again, becoming aware of just how much even the smallest of your actions affect him. Your lips leave his earlobe as you sigh softly, but you don't leave him for long, pressing them right back to the flesh just under his ear now, nipping lightly at his skin as you move downward. His arm wraps around your waist again, pulling you harder against him and you reward this with a tender bite to the hollow of his throat, eliciting a very soft groan from him.

Using his other hand, Ryou cups your cheek and pulls your face to his again, to plant a warm kiss against your lips. This time his tongue intrudes upon your mouth, searching eagerly at the warm confines within, tracing along the top of your tongue and even sliding over your teeth. The fingers of his other hand wind into your hair, holding your head in place as he ravishes your mouth with an expertise that pulls a moan from your throat and makes you shut your eyes tightly. Even when the burning need for air surfaces, you find yourself unwilling to pull away. However he is the one who breaks the kiss this time, head falling back against the grass as he sighs before breathing in deeply.

With the taste of strawberry still present in your mouth, you sigh again, looking down at him through clouded eyes. You know exactly what the both of you are thinking of, what you want, and how much you want it. It is there, like a faint taste on the tip of your tongue, a reward just out of reach. Your skin is flushed with the need and with your hands planted on either side of his head in the grass, you kiss him again, giving your hips an enticing little twitch against his.

Ryou moans against your mouth and you can feel the solid press of him through his jeans. The touch makes you gasp softly into the kiss, heat pooling low in your abdomen and spreading outward from there. His arm slides around your back again and you can feel his hand fisting in your t-shirt, knuckles brushing against an exposed patch of skin. You whimper involuntarily at the contact, the first touch on your skin besides his heated mouth against yours. He lets go of your shirt, sliding his hand up your back and sinking it into your hair again, then pulls you in for another thorough kiss, searching your mouth delicately with his until your lungs burn and you put a hand to his face to let him know you need air.

"Ryou..." you murmur, your cheeks red enough to be seen even against the darkness.

His eyes slide lazily open, though his breathing is somewhat ragged, "We... we were going to..." It is the start and finish of his only protest - a reminder of an agreement the two of you had made to wait for this until your wedding night - and you silence it with your lips before dragging them downward, over his chin and to his throat where you suck gently at the warm flesh. The whine that vibrates up his neck is enough to let you know the weak protest had not even been genuine. At this point he's as ready as you are to take this plunge, after all, the both of you know it will only strengthen the bond you've created over the past two years.

The hand that he'd kept at his side until now finds its way into your shirt, the few callouses on his palm skimming your body and raising shivers behind it. In return you nibble at the same spot on his neck, before moving your mouth lower, sliding your tongue around the edge of his t-shirt's collar. Your hands leave the ground and you hook them into the edges of his shirt; he lets go of you, eagerly raising his arms above his head to allow you to slide the material off and leave his chest and stomach bare for the taking. Instantly your hands and mouth are upon it, adorning it with soft touches and kisses, but he is not far behind in slipping off your shirt as well. You're just as nude as he is now and he pushes you back, seperating you from his chest as he raises up to prop himself on one elbow and return the ministrations to your chest, mouth trailing hungrily over nearly every inch of your breasts. Mewling, you bury your fingers into his hair, kissing the top of his head as he pays attention to them.

However, you can only keep your hands curled about those silken hairs for so long and you trail them down his chest again before they come into contact with his jeans. The soft moan that tingles across your heated skin is enough encouragement for you to quickly undo the fastenings and slip a hand inside to feel him.

His head leans back, leaving the night air to slither coolly over the dampness of your skin. A haggard breath escapes his lips and with the sound you press your mouth to his again, quickly kissing as your fingers play along just outside that soft piece of cotton. Ryou whimpers quietly, shivering with the effort to restrain himself, but his whole body jerks when you push your hand inside that last garment and wrap it around him. This time the incoherent sound he makes chimes vaguely of your name, twisted around an eager whine.

You don't do much once your fingers are wrapped around the warm, pulsing length of him, except very tenderly rub your thumb across it, as if you were simply cupping his cheek and trying to comfort him. It brings a whole myriad of noises from him, all of them urging you not to torture him and please, please do something already. And so you carefully remove your hand, much to his displeasure, pronounced in a disappointed little moan, but you don't give it much thought as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans anyway and slide them down.

At this point, your desire is a heated, pulsing thing just waiting to spring upon the boy underneath you. Your body aches with the strain to keep yourself in check as you rid him of his clothes and do away with the rest of your own, swooping in on him once more like some frenzied predator to feed at his soft, warm skin with your lips.

But your dominance doesn't last for long, for in one swift, unexpected motion, he has you on your back, pressed against the grass. It is slick and cool against you, the opposite of the warmth flooding your senses from the boy above. Hands pressing firmly into your shoulders, he kisses you, sending a shiver from your lips to your toes before it races upward again to curl in within the pool of heat that's settled low in your belly. With his kiss, Ryou nestles himself in the juncture of your thighs, brushing for the first time against the center of you and it pulls a whimper out of you. Because his hands are on your shoulders, you can only bring your arms up but so far, yet you still clutch at his forearms, pleading with your eyes and the tremble in your body that he go through with this.

There is no hesitation in him as he plunges into you and at first it's painful. Your body hadn't had time to prepare and it has been so long since you were last with a man. However, you find solace in the fact that Ryou is a gentle soul, even with those dark eyes glittering hungrily at you, and the soft, needy moan that spills from his mouth. He takes his time, so very carefully rocking his hips into yours, filling you for several moments before he's pulled away, only to repeat the action. Beneath him, you writhe, both enjoying this teasingly slow pace and abhorring it. There is no pain now, your body has stretched to accomodate him, and you wrap yourself around him as if you could blanket him, take him into your skin and make yourselves truly one being.

It is his whimper that snakes liltingly onto the cool breeze fluttering through the night, and with it he begins to move faster, unknowingly pushing the two of you across the grass as his damp skin slides heatedly against yours.

You touch him as much as you can, body arching to meet his thrusts, and you plant kisses along his jaw and throat. But the both of you are panting with the effort and Ryou can scarcely put his lips to yours long enough before a sound of some sort, a pleased whine, a gentle moan, can escape him and he's pulling back so that it trickles onto the night air. With him so intimately bound to you, you lose all track of time, your gaze filled alternately with his face, and the starry, indigo sky overhead.

The heated crackle of your senses is thrust into overtime, and your skin tingles pleasantly as you climax, clenching tight around Ryou with your entire body. Warmth spills over your skin like a wonderfully fuzzy blanket that brushes against every inch of you and you only distantly feel the sharp, urgent rocking of the white-haired boy's body against yours in those last moments before he tumbles over the proverbial edge, crying out the loudest you've ever heard him.

Without grace, he collapses on top of you, grinding your body into the dewy, slick grass beneath you. However, you're too exhausted to even care and just hold him, combing your fingers through the dampened mass of his hair, and feeling the heavy press of his chest against yours as he breathes. For a long while the two of you lie there like that, bodies intertwined at the end of a dance as old as mankind.

And in the stillness of the night, as you both regain your senses, and swim up out of the drowning sensations, he kisses you. Then, so softly into your ear he whispers the one thing you never tire of hearing from his lips, your name.
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