Couldn't wait to write chapter two :) Already way too in love with this story...
Yugi's dreams that night were not memorable for their detail, but for their warmth and contentment. When he was just barely awakening he began to feel Yami's heavy hand weighing on his stomach. He was sprawled across the pharaoh's chest. At some point in the night Yami had placed him in this position to relieve some of the boy's weight on his arm and shoulder. Yugi smiled at the warmth and comfort surrounding him before he realized he was not where he should be.
His eyes opened, horrified. He had been so tired last night, he must not have realized he was still leaning on Yami.
'Poor Yami. That must have been so uncomfortable for him.' He knew the pharaoh must not have wanted to disturb him, but now it was Yugi's turn. Not wanting to make the situation any more awkward for either of them, he slowly tried to move the spirit's arm off of his torso.
But Yami could feel Yugi's back moving against his chest. Half-asleep, the pharaoh lifted his arm over Yugi and pushed it under his own head. Yugi got up hastily so he wouldn't have to disturb him any longer.
Once the weight was removed from his chest, Yami turned over on his side and sighed as sleep overtook him once more.
'Wow, he's exhausted… I hope I wasn't keeping him up by laying on him like that… Poor guy…'
Yugi left his friend to catch up on sleep. It was Saturday morning, so there was no reason to get out of bed. He stared up at the ceiling, confused. Before he could dive into his thoughts, he scanned them for traces of Yami's own ponderings. Nothing. Not even a dream. It was safe to think…
Yugi had to admit, he enjoyed sleeping like that. Yami had never even hugged him, yet that embrace was the warmest touch Yugi had ever felt. The fact that the pharaoh hadn't just let him sleep alone was bewildering. He must have known Yugi was upset… That he needed comfort. But what had Yugi's needs done to Yami? What if he had not wanted that kind of contact with him? He had once been a king… Maybe this was degrading for him. Guilt rose in Yugi's chest. How could he have been so careless? He mustn't let this happen again.
But, oh, how nice it had felt. Yugi had always respected the pharaoh immensely… But to be held by him like that… even the mere memory of it left him so… comfortable… He wanted to feel it again… That warmth.
Yugi was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a breath next to him. How long had Yami been standing there? How much had he heard? He looked at the pharaoh with a panicked stare. The look in Yami's eyes confirmed that he had heard just enough.
The pharaoh gave off a sense of fear and the need for retreat. His eyes showed a hint of longing, but it was held back by so much. He almost appeared to be hurt.
"Pharaoh, I-" He evaporated back into the millennium puzzle before Yugi could finish.
'Dammit! How could I have been so stupid? Now he's upset with me…' Yugi realized how terribly awkward this all was. They weren't supposed to touch like that. It was wrong on so many levels. Yugi had over-analyzed the kind gesture way too much. Now the pharaoh may never look at him the same way again. Yugi pushed his frustration away, hoping to ignore this event in the future. He got out of bed to distract himself with breakfast.
'Forget it… back to normal now…' He told himself, disappointed.