Title: History Homework
Author: Sometimes, A Muse
Date: 5/15/2008
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Pairing: YamiYugi x Yugi
Rating: PG-15 (for kissing and suggested activities)
Word Count: 399 (yeah, I know)
Summary: Drabble. History homework and the intricacies of modern speech.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't have any money to give you if you sue. Original plot elements are mine.
Author's Note: A recent kick-the-writer's-block session with the wonderful Zeffyface (check her out in my Favorites) seems to have gotten my creative juices flowing again. Add to that the fact that my boyfriend recently gifted me with seasons 1 and 2 of Yu-Gi-Oh on dvd, as well as the remaining manga volumes I didn't have. I'm now remembering why I loved these characters so much (even if the dub on the dvds still kills me!).
Dedication: Dedicated to me! Ha ha ha! Actually, truthfully, inspired by the fact that I do say "bite me" rather often, and I do have a (very close) friend who will grab my arm and gently mock-bite whenever I do. Anyway, I said it earlier, and out of the blue Yami popped into my head and said "oh?" and the rest is history. That, and I really wanted to use the word "colloquialism".
"You know, your homework's never going to get done if you keep staring off into space like that." The pharaoh, a ghostly presence only Yugi could see (or hear, or feel), leaned over Yugi's shoulder and tapped a finger on the book resting, open and neglected, on the desk.
"I know," Yugi sighed, rolling his head in a slow circle to loosen up stiff muscles. "It's just so boring. I only signed up for it because I thought 'Ancient Cultures' was going to be an interesting class."
"I would say that you're just being biased. You've already read and re-read all the sections on Egypt, after all." The pharaoh fingered the frayed bookmarks sticking out of the later pages of the text.
"So...?" Yugi's tone was defensive, his lower lip quirking down in the suggestion of a pout. He swatted at the pharaoh's hand, still inwardly thrilled that, despite the ghostly appearance, his darker half was as real and solid to his touch as the book with which he'd been toying.
"So what? I'm just saying." Yami's hand yielded to Yugi's, retreating from the desk to rest on Yugi's shoulder instead.
"Oh, bite me," Yugi muttered, then squeaked at the sensation of his hair being brushed aside and a warm mouth nipping at his neck, just above the leather of his collar. "Y-Yami," he protested.
"What?" The pharaoh's voice, filled with playful mischief, tickled Yugi's ear.
"I didn't mean it literally!" Though protesting, Yugi's head tipped to the side, allowing his darker half better access to the sensitive skin. Yami took full advantage.
"Hmm. You shouldn't say things you don't mean." The hand on Yugi's shoulder came up and around, loosening the buckle and removing the neck ornament. The collar was unceremoniously dropped onto the desk, Yami's hand quickly returning to cup the curve of Yugi's cheek.
"Remind me to teach you about modern colloquialisms sometime," Yugi retorted, then moaned as the soft nips to his neck turned into gentle sucking.
"You can do that right after you finish your History homework." Yami's mouth traveled up to whisper at Yugi's ear, before his hand turned Yugi's face to claim his lips in a kiss.
"Can't be bothered with History right now," Yugi moaned in between kisses. "More interested in the present."
Homework, along with lessons on the intricacies of modern language, went forgotten for the remainder of the afternoon.