Three-shot of significant Clashshipping moments ^^ a little bit cheesy and cliche, but what the heck it was fun to write.
Yami Marik = Melvin as per usual. Fluff, lemon and lime.
All characters (c) Kazuki Takahashi.
Melvin knocked on the door, readjusting his cape so that it fell just so about his shoulders. Yami opened it, smiling bashfully and beckoning Melvin inside.
"Pharaoh, good evening."
"Good evening, Melvin."
It was late, close to midnight and the apartment was lit by lights turned low, but not completely off. Never completely off.
"Yugi's gone out for the evening and he said he's staying with Joey until morning, so we're safe." Yami mumbled, unable to really look at Melvin.
"Safe?" Melvin echoed neutrally.
"You know what I mean."
"Are you ashamed, Pharaoh?" Melvin softly asked.
Yami crossed his arms defensively. "No. No, I'm not ashamed. I'm just… nervous."
Melvin smiled and tentatively took Yami's hand. "If you're not ready yet, we can put this off for another time."
Yami held his hand tightly. "I'm ready, Melvin. Tonight's the night. I'm just, like I said, I'm just a bit nervous." He bit his lip and whispered, "You know I've never done this before."
Melvin slowly pulled him into a hug, not wanting to startle him. "I know, I know. But I'll take care of you, don't worry."
Yami nodded into Melvin's chest, trembling slightly in mixed anticipation and anxiety.
"Did you want to go straight into it, or chill for a bit?"
"I – I think it would be better if we just… you know… started. If we wait I'll just get more wound up."
"Bedroom?"
Yami nodded and shyly led Melvin by the hand into his bedroom. Melvin smiled; the room had been tidied and fresh bedsheets laid. His Pharaoh was quite the romantic, it seemed. Melvin hung his cape up on the door and joined Yami, who was perching on the bed.
Melvin slowly stroked Yami's blonde fringe and shuffled closer. "Just tell me if there's anything that scares you or if you want to stop. I want you to be happy tonight, Pharaoh. Just tell me…" he said, and gently kissed him. Yami falteringly kissed him back, blushing adorably. They had kissed before, of course, but tonight was going to be Yami's first time, with Melvin or anybody. It made him shy.
Yami edged a little closer as Melvin's hand ghosted up his arm to his neck to stroke his cheek.
"Tell me if I go too fast," Melvin said when they pulled back for breath.
"It's fine right now. You can keep going."
Melvin slid his hands under Yami's shirt, stroking at his back. Yami's breath caught but he didn't tell Melvin to stop. He just kept kissing him back, cheeks burning. Melvin moved his hands up, exploring the thin yami's back with sensitive fingers.
"Will you take this off for me?" Melvin said, plucking at Yami's shirt, knowing it was his role tonight to coach Yami through this.
Yami gripped the hem and slowly pulled it over his head, tugging slightly to get it over his hair. Melvin smiled to see Yami's bare chest and lightly ran his hand over the expanse of milky-pale skin now revealed to him, making Yami smile shyly and lean closer.
Blushing harder, Yami wordlessly mimicked Melvin's gesture with the shirt.
"Fair is fair," Melvin said, repressing the urge to laugh at Yami's shyness and pulling off his own shirt. He caught Yami looking at his chest slyly, a wonderfully naughty smile hovering about his lips.
"Are you ogling me, Pharaoh?" Melvin teased him gently, running his hands over Yami's shoulders and upper back, pulling him just a little closer. "Well, if you were I can hardly blame you. This is some fine muscle tone here."
Yami smiled properly and started reaching out, but stopped and bit his thumb nervously.
"You can touch too, Pharaoh," Melvin whispered, taking his hand and putting it over his heart. "It's okay. And it takes two to tango, anyway."
"I think you just reinvented the meaning of the word 'tango'," Yami said, slowly and hesitatingly moving his palm over Melvin's chest, feeling the warmth of Melvin's body on his bare skin.
Melvin chuckled and moved his hands lower, trailing one fingernail down to Yami's navel, making him shiver agreeably.
"If you're cold you could come a little closer, Pharaoh. I'm plenty warm enough for the both of us, as you know."
Yami nodded and slowly levered himself so they sat hip to hip, close enough that the heat from Melvin's body bathed Yami. Yami rather seriously pressed his fingertips against the muscles of Melvin's chest, working his way down to Melvin's stomach before he went all shy again and stopped.
"That's feels very nice, Pharaoh," Melvin said encouragingly, strong hands stroking down Yami's sides. "You don't have to stop."
Yami chewed his lip and timidly put his hands on Melvin's hips, glancing up for Melvin's encouragement. Melvin nuzzled into Yami's neck, making him sigh and slip his hands around Melvin's waist to lightly touch his back, learning the shapes of the scars on his back.
Melvin smiled again, pleased that Yami was being adventurous and not just waiting for Melvin's say-so.
Yami found a sensitive spot on Melvin's back and Melvin groaned unexpectedly, making Yami jump and flinch away.
"Oh, I'm sorry Pharaoh," Melvin sighed, nuzzling at Yami's neck again. "That's a bit of a … sweet spot for me, you might say, and you surprised me. Did I scare you, my little King?"
"A little," Yami said in a tiny voice.
Ever tuned-in to what Yami was feeling, Melvin drew back a little to give him some space. "Do you want to stop?"
Yami looked away for the briefest moment, then lightly ran his fingers over the sensitive spot again, watching as Melvin twitched and grinned tightly, eyes closing.
"No," he whispered with an uncertain smile.
Melvin cupped his cheek and kissed him again, deepening it hungrily but still gently, feeling Yami respond. Their hands wandered slowly over each other's bodies, finding ticklish and sweet spots alike. Melvin found a sensitive area at the base of Yami's spine and exploited it teasingly, lightly dragging his nails over it and rubbing at the hot flesh with his palms until Yami gasped in shock, blushing even harder than before. Glancing down quickly at Yami's crotch, Melvin resisted the urge to purr and licked Yami's neck, making him gasp again.
"See, Pharaoh? It's fun."
"It's fun," Yami agreed, shifting in embarrassment.
Melvin rhythmically stroked the sensitive area with the backs of his fingers. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Pharaoh. It's natural to be enjoying this, and it's very flattering too."
"You're so patient with me," Yami whispered wonderingly.
"Of course," Melvin replied, stroking him. "I care about you, Pharaoh, and I want you to be happy."
Yami beamed and kissed him again, finding another sweet spot on Melvin's back and tickling it.
"Are you comfortable with this?" Melvin murmured a few minutes later.
Yami nodded.
"Then I think it's time, Pharaoh," Melvin said, one hand hovering over the belt of Yami's trousers.
"Oh," Yami said uncertainly. "Er… yes. Yes."
Melvin slowly, carefully, unclipped Yami's belt, unzipped his trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear. Yami blushed again, looking away from himself, kicking the trousers off his feet.
"Why are you embarrassed by yourself, my Pharaoh?" Melvin asked, pausing for a moment.
Yami shrugged, looking up at Melvin helplessly. "This is just all so new to me…"
Melvin tenderly stroked his hand down Yami's thigh. "It's okay. I love it, Pharaoh. There's no shame."
Yami blinked a few times, then deliberately looked down, biting his lip. Then he looked directly into Melvin's eyes.
"F-fair is fair, right?" he stammered.
Melvin chuckled, surprised but pleased. He unclipped his belt and took off his trousers as well, grinning delightedly as Yami's eyes widened and his body showed his approval.
"Oh, my Pharaoh," Melvin said affectionately. He began unbuckling the collar around Yami's neck, pausing only to help Yami to shuck off his own bling. He set the collar aside and bent to kiss the soft, pale skin of Yami's neck. One hand strayed to the back of Yami's neck and Yami let out a squeak, surprising them both. Yami looked shocked that he had made such a sound.
Melvin stroked it again and Yami made that wonderful squeak again. And a third time.
Melvin laughed joyfully, kissing Yami's neck again and making him squeak every so often. "That's an absolutely adorable little noise, Pharaoh."
"I can't help it," Yami muttered bashfully.
Melvin gently held Yami by his sides and slowly pushed him down. Yami gulped and eased himself onto his elbows, letting Melvin push him onto his back.
"There we go, Pharaoh," Melvin said, the slightest hint of a purr in his voice. He brought Yami's knees up and began to push them apart.
Yami stilled his hands, looking up at him anxiously. "I…"
Melvin immediately stopped, even though his body was taut with need and his mind was going wild at seeing the Pharaoh like this. He still stopped, looking into Yami's deep purple eyes.
"Would you like to stop this, Pharaoh?" Melvin said softly.
"…Will it hurt?" He blurted.
Melvin's whole bearing seemed to soften. "Yes, my Pharaoh," He said, as gently as he knew how. "It will."
Yami drew in a shaky breath, hands trembling.
"Pharaoh, are you afraid?" Melvin whispered, trying to figure out the reason for Yami's reluctance.
Yami glanced up into his lavender eyes then away again, all the answer that was required.
"Pharaoh, talk to me," Melvin pleaded. "Tell me what's upsetting you."
Yami bit his lip. "I … I'm scared that if it hurts too much, I won't be able to think about tonight without thinking of the pain, and not the better things."
Melvin lay down next to Yami and held him tightly, skin to skin. Melvin crooned his name, stroking his hair tenderly. Yami clung to him, body still burning and unfulfilled, but heart pounding in fear.
"It's alright, my little King," Melvin whispered. "I'm here, it's okay…"
"What if – what if it's too painful?" Yami mumbled uneasily. "I don't want everything to go wrong now, when we're so close…" He bit his lip to stop his words, but Melvin knew what he meant. When we're so close to finally doing this, after all this time waiting for me to be ready to do this.
"My lovely little Pharaoh," Melvin murmured into his hair. "I can't promise that it won't be painful. But I can promise that I'll do everything I can to lessen it, and help you forget the pain. I'll do everything and anything, Pharaoh mine. I don't want to lose you over this."
Yami looked up into Melvin's eyes again, so close to his own. His lip trembled for a brief moment. "I trust you," he whispered.
"So you'll let me…?" Melvin murmured, one hand on Yami's knee.
"I trust you," Yami said in a stronger voice, gaze sure.
Melvin kissed him lingeringly and moved back to kneel at Yami's knees. This time Yami didn't resist when Melvin parted his knees and leaned in closer so they were pressed up together. Yami closed his eyes for a moment, gasping for breath as pleasure raced through his body.
"Ready?"
Yami took a deep breath and smiled fully, a radiant smile that made Melvin want him even more. "I'm ready."
"Okay," Melvin breathed, trying with all his will to control his urge to just take him hard and fast. There would be plenty of opportunity for that another time. "Just relax yourself."
Yami lay on his back completely, settling his hips wider so Melvin, as a more powerfully-built man, could get closer. Melvin rested his hands on Yami's hips and pushed into him in one smooth thrust making sure Yami didn't buck and hurt them both by pushing down on his hips. Yami didn't seem to care that Melvin had pinned his hips though, as he was whining a little and clutching at the bedsheets, gasping for breath.
"Are you okay, Pharaoh?" Melvin said through gritted teeth, desperately controlling his urges to take him now, now, now…
"Uh huh," Yami nodded, clenching at the sheets until his hands were bloodless. "G-Go…"
Melvin needed no further encouragement. Moving slowly at first so the initial pain wasn't too much for Yami to cope with, he began thrusting up into Yami, little groans escaping his lips complemented by Yami's squeaks and gasps of surprise and pleasure.
"Holy Ra," Yami breathed, trembling but grinning from ear to ear. "Melvin, I don't think I can take it much longer…"
"That's okay, Pharaoh," Melvin said in a strained voice, moving harder and faster. "Me neither. Oh, I've wanted this for so long..."
Yami arched his back, muscles tensing. Melvin lightly teased his fingers down the centre of Yami's chest, down his stomach, and lower. And lower.
Yami cried out hoarsely and arched again in a violent spasm, releasing himself for the first time. Melvin gave a guttural groan and lost all control, pouring into Yami.
Yami whimpered and shook, wide eyed and breathless. Melvin gently pulled out and settled beside Yami, holding him tightly.
"I-I've made a mess over you," Yami blushed, cringing away from the hot wetness on Melvin's abdomen.
Melvin took Yami's hand and held it over his heart, squeezing gently. "It's fine, my dear Pharaoh. How are you feeling?"
"It did hurt," Yami said in a small voice. "But…" He tailed off with a smile, beaming up at Melvin, who sighed happily and kissed his forehead tenderly.
"My lovely Pharaoh," Melvin murmured.
"Yours," Yami mumbled back, snuggling into Melvin's arms.
Melvin felt as if he could burst with happiness. And I can sleep here with you in my arms… Best. Night. Ever...