Chapter 2: secretly meeting

One week later

Atemu Sennen. That was all Yugi could think of today. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that... There had been something about this man that Yugi found intriguing, but he wasn't sure what it was. At first, he though it was his beauty, because no one could deny that Atemu was handsome. No, it was before that. The first times they talked, Yugi found him fascinating to listen to, and Yugi wasn't much of a listener. But he had a very descriptive, almost poetic way of talking, and it was apprehensive. Then after, he thought it were the looks, but now, he didn't know it anymore... Atemu was different from the many men he had met on the Internet and fucked. Despite he was very aggressive and greedy during sex, he was always very sensual afterwards. Like the first time, when he began kissing Yugi's shoulders, and the second time in his desk, they had kissed for ten more minutes afterwards. Yugi hadn't mind at all, he enjoyed a passionate kiss as much as sex, but he felt like kissing was something completely different for Atemu. He kissed so slowly, so carefully, like he was almost in pain.

Yugi closed his eyes, realizing he was once again thinking about last week. He didn't know how to feel since it was the first time that he was so fascinated about someone he had met. Usually, it stopped after one date, and Yugi almost never thought about them again. Then why was it different this time? Maybe it were his eyes? It were definitely his eyes.

He refrained from an idea, but decided upon it anyway. Getting up from his bed, he opened his laptop and went to that usual chatting site he always went to. He wanted to talk to someone else to forget about this 'Yami', maybe even meet them and fuck if that was what it was going to take to let go. When he logged on however, he saw 'Yami' was online to his surprise. Yugi pondered over the possibilities as to why he would still be on this website. This man literally had everything he wanted, and yet he risked it all. Did he have some sick fetish that his wife couldn't know of?

And then, Yugi thought he completely lost his mind, when he was so stupid as to click on the name. He waited for a while, not knowing what to say or how to put it in words. Then several rebellious thoughts crossed his mind. So what if Atemu had a wife and kids and a good job? Was that his problem? If he wanted more of this man, should he be bothered by the fact that Atemu could lose them? It wasn't his problem at all!

"Can I have your number?"

Yugi reread the short and straight-forward sentence a few more times when he clicked 'send', but unfortunately for him, the man had turned offline in those lingering moments where Yugi was fighting his conscience. It bothered him, but not to a great extend, so he shut down his computer and went to sleep anyway.

The next morning, Yugi's alarm woke him at seven to get ready for school. He showered, had breakfast and gathered his stuff to leave, but quickly turned on his laptop when he realized he had forgotten to print out his history homework. Hastily, Yugi ran through his documents and printed out his paper when the noticed in his news feed a new message. He clicked for it to open, and a number appeared in the answer. It took a moment for Yugi to remember what this conversation was all about, but when he finally knew, a smile conjured his face. In a rush he wrote down the number on a random sheet of paper and took off for school, having forgotten about his paper.


"Are you a dog or a cat person?"

"Cat."

Yugi smiled. Of course he was a cat person. Atemu looked like a man who preferred an animal that would clean itself over an animal that even needs help cleaning up his own shit. He was a businessman after all. He thought about another question, and typed down 'day or night?' before putting aside his smartphone again. Atemu usually took a while to answer anyway. He had been texting him all day, asking random questions, but he never asked anything back, and Yugi liked that about him. After all, he didn't feel like being interrogated anyway, he prefers asking the questions himself.

Yugi is smiling, his grandfather thought while running through his inventory. He couldn't help but look at his grandson once in a while, startled when he heard someone in the room snickering and grinning. He hadn't heard that in while. At least, not when his parents had...

"You look rather happy," Solomon spoke. Yugi looked up from the television, stuffing another spoon of melon in his mouth. He had this weird habit of eating melon with a spoon.

"Oh, do I?" His voice sounded somewhat sarcastic, but also musing, because he knew it was true. He was happy. For the first time in his life, he finally understood those cliché teenage movies where the protagonists were taking their first steps in the identifiable relationship. It felt rather amusing. His phone flickered, and Yugi read the answer to his message that said 'night'. He smirked, already having guessed the answer.

Still, there was a type of distress haunting his mind. He really liked Atemu's voice, it was so masculine and sexy, and it ached him that he couldn't hear it. Just texting left a lot to the imagination, but it just wasn't the same. He wished he could see him again, hear him, whisper the answers temptingly in his ear. He almost couldn't believe his own thoughts but, he wanted to be with him again.

After dinner and washing the dishes, Yugi retreated in his room as usual. He surfed the web, played some video games, anything to keep him distracted, and he waited. He waited till about 11:30, and then did something so irrational that his mind still hadn't entirely processed it.

He called Atemu.

"Hello?"

"Yami."

The phone went silent for a while, and he heard some ruffling noises and then a door closing.

"Why are you calling me?" His voice sounded a bit angry, but Yugi decided to ignore it.

"Well I," and he dropped his back on his mattress "I wanted to hear your voice, that's all."

For a while, Atemu didn't answer and all he heard was thick breathing, so Yugi decided to probe him a little.

"Are you... alone?" he asked in a suggestive way. He could almost hear Yami creasing his brow.

"Yes." His deep voice responded, and Yugi shuddered in the depth of it. This voice should be illegal.

"Me too," he smiled. "I'm in bed, I just took a shower actually, my hair's still a bit damp," and he ruffled through his hair, pretending the other saw.

"Oh," was the only response Yugi received. He rolled his eyes in frustration.

"Now that I think of it, the only thing I'm wearing is my nightrobe."

Then there was some more silence. "Oooooh," Atemu answered, finally understanding what Yugi was trying to do. Yugi laughed silently, Atemu was very smart, but maybe his social skills were less rewarding.

"I can, take it off, if you want?"

"You may."

Yugi grinned. He wouldn't have expected a more fitting answer from Atemu. Slowly, he slid off his night gown, exposing his bare skin to a man that wasn't there, and yet if he had enough imagination, he would see all he wanted and more. Even despite there was complete utter silence at the other end of the line, Yugi felt Atemu's eyes concentrating on him, lusting over him.

"What now?" He asked.

At the other side, Atemu swallowed loudly. "Can I – can I touch you?" He asked somewhat hesitant. Ah yes, alas he played along with the game, and Yugi loved it.

"You already are," Yugi replied. He stroked himself, thinking about Atemu's alluring eyes, pretending it were his hands wrapped around his erection. He moaned softly on the phone and heard the man flinch, not really sure from excitement or discomfort. But he continued nonetheless, making beautiful noises through the telephone that made his Yami shiver. He only wished he had an idea of what Atemu was doing at the other side of the line. "I'm hard."

"I know." His Yami finally understood how to play the game. He played along vividly although he didn't say much, but his voice was stimulating enough for Yugi. They both listened to silent moans over the phone, touching themselves while thinking of each other. Yugi had never done this before, but he thought of the experience as refreshing. He liked experimenting once in a while.

"I want to see you again."

Yugi halted the pumping motions but still kept his hand around his hardening. He was surprised to hear these words from a usually composed man, and yet he had to admit that he wanted to see him too. Did this mean Yami had been thinking about him too?

"Tomorrow?" Yugi asked, but wouldn't keep his hopes up, after all, he was the CEO of a large company. It's not like Atemu had any free hours, let alone days every once in a while. But there was something bothering Yugi. He caught himself caring too much, he realized he was getting attached, and he didn't like the thought of that.

"Come back to my apartment. I'll see you tomorrow night, 10 o'clock."

And then the line went dead.


Yugi arrived at the apartment where they had fucked the first time at a few minutes to ten. He didn't know why, but his legs were trembling, and it shocked him. Yugi wasn't the type to be fan-girling over someone, it was usually the other way around. Perhaps that was normal when an old man met with an under-aged boy from the Internet that wanted to fuck. You wouldn't get that opportunity every day, right?

He walked in the building and clicked the button in the lift to the fifth floor. The building wasn't that high, actually Atemu's apartment was at the top floor. When the elevator opened, he walked out and stood in front of the door to Yami's apartment. He stopped.

Did he really want this? Why was he so desperate to meet this Yami-person again? Why did he care so much? So many questions flew through his mind that it almost made him sick. He didn't understand any of them and much less had an answer to them. It made him furious. It didn't make sense that Yugi, from all the people, would fall so hard for some random guy he had seen twice. What made the difference? He knew the answer. It was the man himself, and no, not his gorgeous features and soothing voice. It was because, in those two times they had fucked, Yugi had believed that Atemu had different motives for wanting an outlet after work. He wasn't like those other men, desperately searching for an under-aged victim to screw because it was just a sick fetish and, least we forget, illegal. No, Atemu couldn't care less about those things, Yugi even thought that they would've still met even if he had told him he was ten years older. Atemu wanted more than just a good fuck, he gained something more of it, but Yugi wasn't really sure what.

After keeping his mind occupied for two minutes, Yugi finally decided to ring the doorbell. It made a hideous, buzzing sound but was only followed by cold silence. Yugi's face frowned, pulling up his nose in disgust. What the fuck was this? Was this a joke?

He pressed the button again, but still no one answered. He was growing annoyed, aside from tardy people, he hated liars even more. Who the hell did Atemu think he was that he could just screw around with him, invite him over and then just openly dump him like a whore?!

The door is open? Yugi thought after feeling the knob and pushing the door open. He walked inside somewhat hesitantly, and began removing the several layers of clothing to keep the February cold out. Carelessly, he dropped them on the floor and walked over to the coffee table. A sticky note laid patiently next to a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, and a platter of fresh fruit. Yugi frowned. Yami couldn't have possibly come home to prepare this and then go back to work. He didn't have time for that, so this must mean he had asked an employee to do this. It made him wonder if Atemu had written the note at all.

I'll try cutting it short. In the meantime, make yourself at home.

This was such a Yami-thing to do, even though he had only seen the man twice. The writing on the note was neat, in a fond you learned in pre-school but most children would alter in their own preference while growing. It almost looked like it was typed on a computer and then printed out, or at least someone who practiced calligraphy. Although Yugi wasn't sure it was Atemu's handwriting, it wouldn't surprise him if it was. It fitted his personality at so many levels.

While he was waiting for his Yami to arrive, he allowed himself to look around the apartment. Last time he had been here he hadn't bothered, because he was only there for sex. This time, he would take his time analyzing the apartment, wondering why a CEO of a company, whom had a wife and children, would live in an apartment. The answers unraveled soon after. The wardrobes were empty apart from a few shirts, a tie and a suit. There were no extra pair of shoes whatsoever, and the only thing he found in the bathroom was a toothbrush and a comb. In the kitchen, he only found a bottle of water, uncooked spaghetti and a can of mushrooms. Yami didn't live in this apartment, and if he did, he sure went to a great deal to make it appear he didn't. There were no signs of life in this apartment, no dirty laundry, no pictures, no used sheets on the bed, nothing. And Yugi doubted the family would use this as a vacation home if they probably had a villa across town.

After a while, Yugi sat down on the leather couch and poured himself a glass of water, and then he waited. He waited till about a quarter past 10, or rather almost half an hour, but he told himself otherwise because there was no way in hell Yugi would wait so long for someone so unimportant. And then, at 10:27, he looked up to see the door open carefully, hesitantly, and beautiful crimson eyes peaked in.

"You're here."

Yugi looked oddly at the man standing near the door, saying those words like he sounded surprised, almost happy, like he hadn't expected Yugi to be there at all. He arched a brow in suspicion but didn't invoke the obvious unease Yami radiated through his mimicks.

"Of course," he answered and watched Atemu remove his shoes and tuxedo that he diligently hung on a rack, and soon after picked up Yugi's mess on the floor to do the same. He was smiling while doing so, but the smile carried something different from happiness. It almost looked like he was scared...

Once finished, Yami sat down next to Yugi. "You didn't have to wait for me," he smiled and looked at the untouched bottle of champagne.

"I, wanted to," Yugi answered and placed his hand on Atemu's thigh, but the older man stiffened at the touch. Yugi reluctantly let go again, feeling the tension building in Yami's muscles. His face looked painful and lost, like he didn't want to be here at all. Then again, it was his idea to meet again. Yugi didn't know what to think of him. At first Yami was all over him, and now he felt so little and unimportant to the man. Even when he reached for the bottle of champagne, his hands were shaking non-stop. He poured out two glasses and handed one to Yugi, then looked him in the eyes. Yugi felt the floor around him collapsing as he was drowning in those beautiful dark crimson eyes again, lurking over him. The feelings of resentment and doubt had faded away and were replaced with once again hunger and lust, but Yugi couldn't help but see the slightest bit of sorrow in them.

His eyes wandered to the glass that Atemu had in front of him, waiting for them to toast as if to bless the rest of this unholy night. The ringing sound filled the bitter silence around the room.

"Sorry I was late," Yami spoke after drinking from his glass and putting it on the coffee table, "I had a meeting and, it took a little longer than expected."

"That's okay." Yugi looked at the floor. He didn't like watching Atemu while he was so timid, it didn't suit him at all. "Are you okay? You look... tired." Tired wasn't nearly the right word to describe it. But it did catch Yami's attention. He looked up from his thoughts, realizing he had already finished an entire glass of the expensive champagne. Was it so obvious?

"I'm okay," he whispered so silently it made Yugi jolt in anger. That was the biggest lie he had heard in a while. Yami chuckled and Yugi looked at him in confusion, his eyes asking him to tell why he was laughing.

"I just realized you can't drink alcohol." His smile soon after faded. He had completely forgotten about the fact that Yugi was under-age, but that just confirmed Yugi's suspicion. He wasn't merely after Yugi for his body, he did wanted something more.

"Well," and Yugi arched forward to crawl on top of Atemu. He held his face but inches away from the other man, leaving a thick cloud of tension between them, while Atemu wrapped his arms around Yugi's waist. Hungrily, he stroke his body gently and let his hands slide along Yugi's sides. "I can't fuck you either."

Yami latched his lips onto Yugi's for a passionate kiss, a desperate one at that, messily smacking their lips together and devouring each other. He brushed Yugi's lips with his teeth and tongue, giving into a bottled up frustration that he hadn't realized was there. Yugi opened his mouth to let him enter and devour him whole, loving the greedy tongue that bore into him and tasted every part of him. They played with each other, licked each other, danced their tongues around each other and stopped once in a while to kiss lips again and then continue. It was an intense kiss that lasted for five minutes, and it left them both breathless. When Yugi retreated, he saw that fire in Atemu's eyes once more but this time there was no doubt.

*...*

Yugi held on tight on the suspension strap above him that was built into the ceiling. His wrists weren't chained to it, but he just liked to use it to tilt himself a little higher and plunge down a little harder as he was on top of his Yami, riding him like a horse. For once he was in full charge, and despite he was used to being not, he enjoyed being a sadist once in a while himself. It kept his mind fresh, and his muscles sharp. And who wouldn't want to make Atemu scream so loud in pleasure?

"AAH! Heba, you're so tight," he managed to say as Yugi continued riding him while moaning himself. The name made him laugh while being fucked so hard, he absolutely loved it when he used his fake name, it added something mysterious and kinky to the sex.

"Fuck me harder!" Yugi yelled and began bouncing up and down harder, almost slamming himself down, and Atemu thrusted his hips along the hysterical rhythm. He groaned loudly in pain and pleasure, but wouldn't admit the sex was wearing him out, Yugi wouldn't stop anyway.

Without any warning, Yugi pulled out the anal beads that were still in Yami's entrance, and the older man screamed in pleasure, soon after followed by staggering moaning when he was coming. Yugi smiled wickedly and continued the thrusting while touching his own hardening and mimicking the same thrusts with his hand. Yami came hard and Yugi followed, his seamen flying around the room, on Yami's chest and even some on his face. The man below him panted heavily while Yugi enjoyed his last jolt of his climax, and after slid off to lie down next to Yami. He began running his smooth fingers around Yami's nipple, but the man quickly got up and went to the bathroom. Yugi listened as water ran down the tab and couldn't help but think how absent Yami had appeared during sex. His mind had definitely been somewhere else, or maybe with someone else. This made him angry. He deserved someone that cared about him and wouldn't just meet him for sex, but it turned out Yami was exactly like all those other men before him. It sickened him, so he kicked of the sheets and began dressing himself, suddenly he couldn't leave that man any quicker. He put on his underwear and pulled his shirt over his head when Atemu returned.

"Where are you going?"

Yugi didn't look at him. He was too busy being profoundly mad and gave him the silent treatment, still putting on his clothes.

"Will – will you stay?"

When Yami asked that question, Yugi finally looked at him. The man was still completely naked, but he had taken the liberty to wash his face and chest from Yugi's cum. For the first time, Yugi allowed himself to analyze his toned body and the subtle muscles on his chest and abdomen. He never realized how perfect this man was. The question was followed by a hushed 'please' that made Yugi's heart cringe in pain.

What was with this man?


Ah, chapter 2! What do you guys think? We'll find out some more about Yami's situation in the next chapter, but don't ask me when cause I haven't even started it, although I already have a few ideas in my head.

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