• 1-Belts

by DarkCuriosity

"Why the hell would I deliberately lower my fucking belt?" Yugi growled to himself. His pants were scrunched high on his slim waist by an uncomfortably restricting belt, the product of a—another—argument with his grandfather.

"If I had a flat, smooth, tanned stomach I might like showing it off. But this is not the case," Yugi grumbled, recalling the exact words he’d spat at Mr. Moto. "I hate it when my belly shows!" (Arrr. ^_^)

"Now aibou, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself," Yami chuckled, appearing beside Yugi to pat the teen’s stomach. "Feels fine to me."

Yugi still frowned when he looked up at his dark, but there was an added sparkle to his amethyst eyes.

They were almost to Domino High; "You coming in this time?" Yugi asked.

"Sure," Yami said affably, experimentally flexing his muscles to make sure he’d got them all right. He and Yugi had only just discovered that he could materialize in his own body, but it required a great deal of concentration and Yami was afraid he might get something wrong. Or worse, forget something. For instance, it would be rather impossible to go to the john with a transparent dick...

Turning to his light, who was busy laughing and chatting with hsi usual gang of friends, Yami studied the young man. I don’t know what he thought he was talking about, Yami thought. His stomach is fine. Flat, smooth... a little on the pale side, he says, but I like that... Unconsciously, Yami licked his lips. Then, realizing where his thoughts were heading, he mentally facepalmed. A crush is one thing, he told himself sternly, but when you start to imagine what your light would be like in bed, it’s time to stop.

Yugi beckoned as the bell rang, smiling cutely up at his darker half. Yami forced a smile as his treacherous sub-conscious whispered, I bet he’s a great kisser...

As they entered the air conditioned main hall, Yami returned his attention to the smaller version of himself. His light, little Yugi. So innocent. And here Yami was with an uncontrollable lust for the boy. It’s really not my fault, Yami thought sullenly, jamming his hands in his pockets. It is, as Jounochi often says of himself, a stupid schoolboy crush. And Yugi is so desirable...

Taking his seat in the back of the room they had entered, Yami then trained his attention not to the sensei but to the back of Yugi’s tri-colored head.

I don’t know what Grandpa was on about this morning, Yami mused. Yugi never comes home with his stomach showing. He’s too respectable for that. An image rose unbidden in his mind, of Yugi with his clothes being removed slowly, writhing in the wake of the small pleasures his faceless lover was dealing him...

Yami jerked upright, rubbing his face with his hands and trying to get rid of that particular fantasy. Then he frowned. Yugi had been blocking him out a lot lately. Did that mean... did he have... was he already with someone?

Ahead four seats of the now-worried former Pharaoh, Yugi sat. He was immersed in his own thoughts, trying not to think too deeply of his dark lest the thoughts turn to fantasies... a hard-on was the last thing he needed right now. Yami doesn’t know what he does to me, Yugi thought dejectedly, slumping a little. His grins, his small touches... and oh, his voice... he doesn’t know I’ll give anything to hear him say my name... A small daydream formed at this, of Yami pounding into him and releasing, screaming his name in that rich, arousing voice...

Yugi shifted uncomfortably. I would tell him how I feel, except for this goddamn fear of rejection... and my fear that he’ll leave me forever rather than be faced with me and my love...