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Sweet Dreams
by Mahayana
Warning: LEMON! aka SEX! (though somewhat mild), PWP (Plot, What Plot?)
Pairing: Yami x Yugi
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Yu-Gi-Oh!... that’s right. ¬_¬ </sarcasm>
Vocabulary:
aibou = ‘partner’ (Yami’s pet name for Yugi)

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He knew, as soon as his eyes shot open, that he'd had that dream again. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, tracing salty paths down his skin. His breathing was erratic, shallow, high pitched. Nervously Yugi looked around the room, wondering if anybody heard, if anybody noticed. Silence answered him, and Yugi breathed a sigh of relief.
Gingerly he pulled his covers aside, carefully sliding his legs over the edge of the mattress. A draft of cold air wound around his limbs, sliding coolly up the damp warmth of his sweat soaked pyjamas, making goose bumps rise on his skin. He slowly made his way across the dark expanse of his room, guided only by the hazy glow of an overcast moon outside.
It was the third time this week that he'd had that dream. His cheeks flamed, and Yugi's hand hesitated on the light switch, waiting for the blush to pass. Such things were best kept to the darkness, where he didn't have to face them.
The stinging cold of ceramic tiles under his bare feet didn't bother him as much as it usually did, the dry coolness soaking into the soles of his bare feet more comforting than anything else. Yugi looked up into the bathroom mirror hanging over the sink, disdainfully noticing that the blush had not yet completely passed, and redness still dusted the pale cheeks.
Confused and embarrassed, he jerked open the cold water tap, thrusting his hands under the hard flow of water, and splashing some of it hastily onto his face. He didn't want to see what that dream did to him. He had to get rid of the evidence.
"Can't sleep, aibou?"
Yugi's head shot up from where it was hanging over the sink, beads of water were still clinging to his face as he stared wide eyed at the mirror in front of him, and into the empty bathroom reflected there. He turned around to find Yami casually leaning against the closed bathroom door, arms crossed over his chest, a curious expression gracing his features.
"No... I... I..." Yugi stammered, not really knowing how to answer that question without revealing too much.
He noticed Yami's eyes flicker down for a moment then a finely carved eyebrow raising in question. Yugi's blush flared back to life and he quickly turned around to bend over the sink and splash some more cold water on his face.
Yugi was so busy trying to scrub the blush from his cheeks, and to ignore the pleasant tingling sensation between his legs, that he didn't notice Yami silently step up behind him.
Slowly straightening, Yugi turned off the cold flow of water and reached for his towel, drying off his face. He didn't want to face Yami.
Mortified didn't even begin to describe the way he was feeling, and in all honesty, Yugi was expecting turn around and find Yami laughing at him. But to his surprise, when he did turn around, he found that Yami's expression hadn't changed much from the casual interest he was showing earlier. Except for the slight tilt of his lips. Yami was amused.
"Your pyjamas are virtually soaked, aibou, you might want to consider changing them." Yami raised his hand to gently lay it against of Yuf Yugi's damp cheeks.
Yugi didn't know what to say, he hadn't been expecting this.
Something about Yami changed then. His eyes became sharper, more focused, his smirk more pronounced. To Yugi, it almost looked like Yami was in the midst of a challenging, but very interesting duel. And judging by his expression, he had his winning strategy all figured out.
Yami leaned in a little closer, his hand stroking Yugi's cheek.
"You might a c a cold. Wearing damp clothing is not good for you." Something about the way he said that sent shivers down Yugi's spine. "Let's get you out of those pyjamas." Yugi nodded tersely, pushing off of the edge of the sink to leave. He found he couldn't, Yami was still blocking his way. Questioningly, he looked up at the smirking spirit. "I need to go get another pair of pyjamas... " Yugi trailed off. If anything, Yami's smirk had become even darker, his eyes shadowed by something Yugi couldn't quite name. "You can get dry pyjamas later, let's get you out of these first." Yugi's eyes suddenly widened in realization, though he didn't have time to react before Yami's mouth covered his own.
Panicked thoughts ran through his head, accompanied by the pleasant sensation of a tongue being run along his bottom lip. He didn't know what to do, what should he do?! Could Yami even do this? He was a ghost, a spirit! He had no real body of his own! But Yami's presence was as solid as his own, even though he could see the bathroom door straight through him. All thoughts fled his mind though as Yami pushed a little harder against him, sliding a slim thigh against his arousal. Yugi closed his eyes in submission. He could feel Yami's smirk widen against his lips.
Yami's hand slid slowly down his neck, shoulders, chest, and stopped right as it reached the last button on his shirt. Yugi opened his eyes, questioningly looking up at Yami. "What are you doing?" he asked, a little breathless. Yami just kissed his nose and winked at him. "Getting you out of those pyjamas of course."
Gracefully dropping down onto his knees, Yami deftly undid the last button on Yugi's shirt, kissing the exposed area there. Yugi blushed and gripped the counter behind him. "Are you sure you--" But the words got caught in his throat, and he moaned as Yami 'accidentally' brushed his arousal with his hand. Yami continued to unbutton Yugi's pyjama shirt from the bottom up, kissing the exposed skin there after every button he undid, one by one. Yugi couldn't do anything but grip the bathroom counter behind him and whimper as Yami's lips brushed his stomach, his chest. His blush had already returned full force, his eyes glazing over in pleasure. Finally Yami reached the last button, undoing it as well, then rising to his feet to kiss the hollow of Yugi's throat, sliding the shirt over Yugi's shoulders. Yugi raised his head, exposing more of his neck as Yami proceeded to lick his way up his throat before devouring his lips in another hungry kiss. Had Yami's ministrations not driven all coherent thought from Yugi's mind, he would have noticed the spirit's hands slowly sneaking their way down his body, coming to rest on the waistband of his pyjama pants.
Boldly, Yami pressed Yugi further against the sink, grinding against the smaller boy, making him pant and mew in pleasure, making his heart beat faster. Yugi's face was flushed with heat, his eyes half lidded and hazy from the pleasure cursing through his body. And suddenly, Yami dropped to his knees again, and it took Yugi a moment to realize that the sudden breeze at his lower regions was because Yami had taken his pyjama pants and boxers down with him.
"Yami!" Yugi's eyes widened in horror, his head all of a sudden too clear for his own liking. He felt exposed, too naked for comfort. And had it been possible, his face would have gotten even redder than it already was. But all of his protests, all of his reservations about standing naked and aroused in front of Yami, withered and died in his throat as the spirit gripped his member in one, smooth hand and began to stroke it lightly. Yugi nearly screamed from the sudden wave of pleasure that crashed over him, but managed to hold it in at the last second, turning it into a loud moan instead.
Yami continued to stroke him for a few more seconds, running his other hand over every other part of Yugi he could reach, before replacing his hand with his mouth. Yugi's knees nearly gave out from under him as Yami sucked hard on his membsappsapping all the strength from him. Yugi looked down with half lidded, glazed eyes to where Yami's head was busy rendering him mindless. He absently noted that he could almost see himself through Yami's ghostly body, before tangling one shaky hand into the spirit's translucent, spiky hair and bracing himself against the counter.
His chest heaved heavily for breath, he could feel his heart knocking rapidly against his ribcage, and all along his skin, his limbs, pleasure crackled like liging,ing, sloshed between his hipbones like liquid. He thought he was going to pass out. With every suck from Yami's mouth, another bolt of lightening passed through him, tearing silent screams and kittenish mews from his throat. His grip on Yami's hair tightened. He couldn't take much more of this.
The final wave finally tore through him in a giant surge. Static, hot molasses ran through his bloodstream, covered his every nerve as Yugi came violently in Yami's mouth. And the world went black.
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Yami struggled to keep Yugi's limp body from falling onto the hard, tiled floor as he passed out. He knew that most of his energy had already been spent trying to stay solid enough to give Yugi a decent blowjob, so he couldn't hold him up for much longer. He managed to sit Yugi down by the sink, before disappearing and reappearing again in Yugi's body.
He was instantly hit by a wave of dizzying afterglow, that blurred his thoughts and made his body feel pleasantly heavy. It took him a minute to clear his mind and be able to stand up. Apparently he had done a better job with Yugi than he'd thought.
Yami looked around the small bathroom, noting the cum now splattered all over the tiles. Apparently, he also couldn't swallow. Detangling Yugi's sweaty pyjama pants and boxers from around his ankles he went ahead and cleaned up the mess. He wouldn't want to leave if for Yugi's grandfather to find in the morning. Yugi would never forgive him for that.
The pyjamas got discarded into the dirty laundry bin and Yami made his way back to Yugi's bedroom in his full naked glory, coun on on the fact that Solomon was still asleep.
Wearing clean boxers and pyjamas, Yami laid back in Yugi's bed, his smirk coming back full force as he realized that now that Yugi was asleep again, he'd get to have some more fun with him in his dreams.
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The End
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Author’s Notes: Now, how was that for my firsmon?mon? *phew* Though I realize, with this whole ‘Yami is giving Yugi dirty dreams’ theory there is a whole new window open for lemons that can be easily inserted into the series without having to give Yami his own real body... because he DOESN’T HAVE ONE! >_<
Anybody want to rise up to the challenge? ^_~
I tried to write thi clo close to the series as possible. Hence no magically appearing ‘real body’ for Yami. I noticed that in one episode he actually manages to PICK UP a card... in his spirit form none the less... so I thought, hey, if he can stay solid enouo pio pick up a card, he could stay solid enough to give Yugi a blowjob. *niko*
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