Easy

by YamiYugiPuzzleshipper

After the events of Simple, Yugi had hoped his relationship with Yami would be smooth sailing. But things have taken an irreversible turn for the worst, and the things Yami thought hidden in his past are resurfacing. A chain of events are put in motion and the threat of disaster comes from every corner. Lemons. Yaoi. Don't like, don't read.

4. Slow

Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to Yu-Gi-Oh

Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday

Chapter Warning: Chapter is rated MA (Mature Adult) for sexual content (lemon)

Lemon Warning: If you don't want to read the lemon, just skip around and read the dialogue instead

Lemon Note: Again, if you want to skip the lemon, just read the dialogue and ignore the rest. The lemons actually DO serve a purpose, though, so yeah, I didn't just write it and post it without a reason...

Note: Yugi is no longer in California. So the time difference is done for the moment. They will be more in the future since it's vital to the plot (and I'll probably kill myself trying to keep it straight at all times lol).

Warning: If you're squeamish about some sexual acts, be aware that Yugi and Yami kind of…dip their hands in some "taboo" foreplay. According to research, the first time with it is actually pretty overwhelming or extremely uncomfortable for the party more…intimately involved in it. The few articles I read said it was quite addicting so there's that too. That's why Yami reacts the way he does.

Chapter IV: Slow

Yugi smirked in amusement; Yami hadn't noticed him yet. His legs were still propped up and open, his book balanced against his knees, still completely caught up in the story he was reading. Mischief surged through him immediately and his lips curled into a wide smirk as he started towards the bed. He snuck forward slowly so that he wouldn't catch his attention; if he moved leisurely enough, Yami would be completely oblivious to his presence in the room. The book would have the red-eyed teen's complete attention until he was ready to pounce.

When he flipped the page, Yugi sprang and moved to crawl between his legs, laughing at the way that Yami had to do a double take. His brows furrowed in confusion and his eyes narrowed into slits, blinking twice before chuckling in amusement at the smaller boy's antics.

"Reading when you know I'm going to come over," Yugi scoffed playfully, reaching forward to tickle his stomach some. The other teen squirmed and pulled the book around his side to smack his hand away, red eyes warm.

"I have to have something to do!" he muttered, rolling his eyes and pushing him over. The smaller teen rolled onto his back at his side, legs tangling with the other boy's left as he looked at him with a raised brow.

"You couldn't have just fantasized about us fucking?"

"I wouldn't have lasted long enough for that."

Yugi burst out laughing and reached forward to grab one of his long bangs, tugging lightly and gaining a small smirk. "That is so true. No one can last when they fantasize about moi."

"I wasn't aware you spoke French," Yami commented teasingly, raising a brow once more and grabbing his wrist. He moved his palm up to slip his hand against his and twine their fingers together while the smaller squeezed once and hummed, glancing at the book in his hand.

"Of course. I'm multilingual because I'm badass—and that book sucks. How dare you read it instead of fantasizing about me!"

"Oh please, Yugi! You've never even read it. You're just saying that because you wanted me hot and bothered and waiting for you on the bed when you came," Yami snorted.

"Damn straight," he muttered, looking at him and reaching his free hand to touch at the pulse point in his neck. "Ooh, oh look at that, your heart is beating faster."

"Stop rubbing your knee against my crotch."

"Hell no. I'm horny."

Yami chuckled in amusement and used his own free knee to push the smaller boy's legs away, moving a couple of inches away. Yugi watched with keen eyes as the book was tossed onto his nightstand and the other crawled towards him alluringly, eyes smoldering before he collapsed abruptly on top of the smaller teen's stomach. "I'm too tired."

"Oh hell to the fuck no," he cried, glaring. "You cannot be serious right now."

"Quite," he objected, burying his face into the soft material of his shirt and closing his deep red eyes. Yugi reveled in the feel of his breathing against his stomach, warming and cooling his skin alternately and making his spine tighten with pleasure.

"Seriously?" he whined, sighing softly. "I should have come earlier."

Yami chuckled softly and moved his hand to strum on Yugi's slim hip, rubbing gently with his thumb and peeking an eye open to see the frustrated expression marring the other's face. Yugi narrowed his eyes at the playful light that entered his red gaze and waited for him to speak again. "But there is something I've been just dying to try out and it takes two people, touching, and a lot of moaning."

"Vibrator?" Yugi guessed immediately, wrinkling his nose at the idea; he preferred Yami hard and throbbing inside of him or wrapped so tightly around him that it made him feel as if he were caught inside a tunnel of burning lava. The look on Yami's face changed completely from playful to one almost akin offended. His eyes clearly told him to get real and he nearly laughed at himself because, in retrospect, he should have known better than to even ask. The red-eyed teen was apparently turned off by every single little sex toy that man had in existence. The one time he had managed to drag him into a porn shop, Yami had stared with a rigidly bored expression, almost pouting with his hands in his jacket pockets and his red eyes distinctly disinterested with everything. Yugi hadn't actually wanted anything because he hardly felt they needed something when they were working pretty well as it was, just stimulating each other with words or touches, heavy kisses. He'd only gone in there because he had wanted so badly to see Yami's reaction to it; Mr. Higher Up had not disappointed.

He was as polite as always when the employees spoke to him, inquiring about if he needed something or if there was anything in particular he had wanted. Yugi had watched him intently purely for the reason of seeing him wrinkle his nose the moment they were gone. He had spent over two hours just teasing him about one toy or another; he had to love the stubborn and strongly-opinionated teen because fuck him if that hadn't been one of the funniest things he had ever seen. The one-eighty came so randomly that it was impossible to even see it happen in the meantime.

"Dumb thought," Yugi commented, snickering when Yami gave him a No duh look and lay his chin on his stomach, still rubbing at his hip. He licked his lips, savoring the sensation of his soft fingers moving over his skin so delicately. "So what is it that you wanted to do that involves all the things I love?"

The red-eyed teen smirked the smallest bit and closed his eyes momentarily, shifting closer to his side in order to stroke at his ribcage with his free hand. Yugi let out a small purr of contentment at the touch, loving the feel of his long, warm digits leaving gossamer trails of fire over the flesh beneath his shirt.

"It's more of an experiment," he admitted, opening his eyes and studying him curiously, red eyes sharp and searching as Yugi blinked and stared at him. He had to wonder about this, frowning as the possibilities passed through his mind.

Yami was completely gay. From what he had told him about the one time he had slept with a girl, he could not get it up completely, only partially, and it had left him with the issue of having to take Viagra. So his initial response was out.

Worriedly, he muttered, "You don't…want a threesome or something, do you?"

Yami was the only one who had ever seen him naked, the only one who he had ever slept with, touched, willingly kissed or played around with, so the idea of a third party being added made his stomach twist. Surely Yami wasn't getting so bored with him…?

"Uh, how about no?" Yami deadpanned, shaking his head and showing mercy in not sneering at him about the response. He wondered if it was painted on his face or if Yami actually knew exactly what was crossing his mind as he always seemed to without prompt. He sat up, leaning back some, and reached forward to push Yugi onto his back, feeling his heart pound and flutter beneath his palm before he stretched himself out to lean over the entirety of his upper body, smiling widely. "Just us."

Yugi couldn't help the small breath of relief that left his lips as he smiled slightly and reached his hands up to grab a fistful of Yami's shirt and touch his side. The small twitch of skin even beneath the thin cotton material told him that he was touching his wounded side. "Just us, huh?" he purred sultrily, blue-violet eyes sparking like electricity, drowning in a sea of deep red.

"Mmhmm." Yami leaned his face towards his, red eyes smoldering and teasingly playful as he hovered only an inch above him. Yugi could feel his entire body catching on fire beneath him, breathing hard for a split second as they stared at one another. "I want to see if merely fingering me will make me as hot and bothered as you want me to be…"

Yugi entertained the thought of arguing that it was wrong to stimulate him but it was far from true. If Yami was hot and bothered Yugi would get his prize as the other teen didn't touch himself like that. He had been raised to think that it was the job of his partner—his female partner—to touch him in any way down there. Yugi had never really understood that concept, but he had never exactly played with himself. In all reality, he had found it hard to get hard instantly while watching videos or TV shows, no matter how heavy the sexual atmosphere. No, he got hot and bothered with thoughts of fucking Yami or having Yami fucking him. He got to the point of touching himself only when that happened, but otherwise the entire concept bored him. And half the time, when he was hot and bothered, he wouldn't touch himself just because he knew that if he found Yami afterwards, the other teen would have fun with the task.

And besides that, if Yami was stimulated to the point that he was moaning and writhing beneath him even without being completely wrapped around him, then Yugi knew he wouldn't last long after that. He supposed it should have been embarrassing that he sometimes came just watching Yami, but he found it oddly comforting just knowing that Yami held his attention so acutely that he didn't even have to bother looking at others to be struck with an orgasm. He liked that fantasies did not have to plague his mind constantly in order for him to fall into such a massive pool of practically never-ending pleasure and desire.

"And then I get to fuck you, right?" he purred, watching as Yami raised a brow, snorting in open amusement, and nodded. "Fuck yeah!"

Yami chuckled and rolled when Yugi pushed him onto his back, straddling him and licking his lips. Yugi had to love that the teen was always willing to let him do whatever he wanted as far as topping went. If Yami was anyone else, it was possible that he would have been turned off by the idea of bottoming at a single second's notice. The smaller teen had a tendency to want to jump his bones or have Yami jump his without much prompting. The teen would let him top but it was always obvious when it went on for too long, became too frequent, because the red-eyed male was the more dominant of the two of them and he got frustrated with it every now and then. Yugi had found that he could make him stretch it out as a bottom for over twelve days but when they hit about fourteen Yami started to lose patience with it all. And considering how often they found themselves messing around under the sheets, it wasn't surprising that around the third day he got restless even if he did manage to stretch it as long as he could.

The last time he had topped a time too many Yami had ended up shoving him off of him in the middle. Yugi had been laughing his ass off, knowing that he had pushed the limit, and he had enjoyed the little patience Yami had exhibited. The taller teen had started pounding him into the mattress like a sexually frustrated virgin almost immediately.

It wasn't often but Yami would get impatient with his dominance, heeding way for his submissive side. It was more uncommon than Yugi's own submissive tendencies but he would roll over for him if he was really in the mood for being the dominant once in a while.

Yugi liked the fact that Yami was comfortable enough with him that he could submit instead of constantly pushing at dominance. They had never actually fought over who topped because it seemed natural in the way they moved. Visual cues or stronger touches were given occasionally but most of the time just seemed natural.

And Yami was easier going when it came to positions than most would be. He had no actual shame in admitting when he wanted Yugi inside of him or vice versa. He may have been raised to believe that homosexuality was wrong and condemning but it was obvious that he didn't believe those things. Yugi honestly wondered if Yami ever actually had considered that a reality for even a moment.

Mostly he thought it was because he had had his parents shoving that down his throat for so long that it had horrified him to actually even consider applying the concept to himself. But Yugi had never been able to picture him as one to turn away from someone who admitted to being bisexual or homosexual. Yugi hadn't honestly thought about that when Yami had reacted the way he had to the idea of being homosexual. He had gotten mad and scared and freaked out and denied it so Yugi had merely thought he was a homophobic hypocrite for his actions until he had found out about how he was raised.

Yugi shook the thought off as Yami lightly tugged on the front of his shirt, eyes questioning. But Yugi wasn't in the mood for talking. He wanted inside of the red-eyed teen lying beneath him waiting and silently offering him his ears if he needed to talk.

His lips curved up into a small devilish grin in answer to his unspoken query and Yami let out a soft snort before moving his hands to slip them beneath his cotton graphic tee, splaying his fingers over his rapidly-heating skin and sinking. He arched his back and purred as the other teen sank the tips of his long nails into his flesh for a split section, the sensation driving the smaller teen insane.

That was another great thing about Yami. He was observant as all fuck and he paid attention to the tiniest details, retaining memory of such simple sexual things that no one else would have noticed or bothered with.

Normally their little games started with heated kisses and maybe the occasional wandering hand. But for the most part it was tongues and taste that drove them into sex like a pair of animals in heat.

"Why exactly haven't I made out with you yet?" he wondered out loud, smirking when Yami raised a brow in playful challenge, as if he would be able to stop him if they both started. Yugi leaned forward to rectify the situation, dying to taste the heat of a cool dark winter night.

"Nope," Yami cut in, pushing at his chest to make him stop short. "Only fingering. No kisses."

"…You're…fucking joking, right?"

Yami snorted in amusement. "Not at all."

"Oh fuck me," Yugi complained. "You choose today of all days to be so fucking picky?"

"Mm. My apologies."

"You snarky little shit," Yugi laughed, shaking his head and staring at him for a long moment; yes, Yami was truly dead serious. "All right. Fine. But just so you know I plan to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for weeks."

"I look forward to it," he purred, a chuckle escaping at the edge of his words and making Yugi shiver. Fucking hell. How was he supposed to keep himself together when Yami was going to drive him so far up the wall?

He forced the thought off to start nuzzling the skin above his pulse point, teeth moving to draw in a single bit of flesh in a small nibble. Yami tensed and hissed out a breath that had Yugi snickering against his skin. Yami's neck was one of the spots that drove him to his knees, weak and practically keening for attention. And Yugi abused the hell out of it whenever they fought, no matter the content of the argument or the level of seriousness that existed in it. Their last fight over a carton of milk had Yugi sucking and licking and scraping his teeth over and assaulting his neck like a dog humping someone's leg. The taller teen had driven him mad as always when he was feisty and angry and pissed, the very sight steering him into an overload of lust. Yami could fight back if he wanted, Yugi knew this, but most of the time he melted into it and he was very well aware it was only because he loved him so much that he would do so. Otherwise Yugi would be flustered and angry and so hard that he'd practically be dead from his brain being devoid of blood.

Yugi wasn't sure what it was about fights with the taller teen that had him so hot and bothered so immediately. But he guessed it was the idea of his feistiness in bed because the other male had a habit of being anything but compliant when this happened. He fought tooth and nail in more subtle ways than denying him with physical affection he often found himself craving. He got rougher with his touches, his kisses, and his teeth always nipped and scraped, bit but never quite marked. He had broken skin twice, once by accident and the other completely on purpose after Yugi had gotten in a fight at school and the two had spent the entire walk back to his house arguing. Neither of them had scarred, of course, because Yami had not put enough force into them to do so, but that small burst of pain had sent him reeling. It had throbbed in time with that strange pulse of energy that existed between them before being coaxed into a simple, warm sting by Yami's soothing tongue. And the whole sensation always did wonders for him.

Yugi shuddered at the idea, pleasure and lust like fire burning through him in doses of lava beneath his skin. Gods, this boy…

He latched to the spot beneath Yami's ear where he could feel the rhythm of his steady pulse beneath his lips, teeth sinking into his skin. He tugged after a moment, gaining a low soft growl from the other male who pressed his nails into his skin again.

"Fingering only," he managed from behind his bared teeth, a hiss of appreciation coming out before he could properly think to stop it.

Yugi drew back and stared at him as if he had just managed to grow two extra heads for a split second. Well, he had grown a couple of inches since he had been gone, so it wouldn't have surprised him if he suddenly had two extra heads hidden around. "You're no fun today," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes into slits.

"You have to play the game if you want the prize," the taller teen purred, letting out a soft heated moan that threw his frustrated and devious mind into a blank state of overwhelming lust.

"You play dirty," he commented, slightly awed. Yami had always been somewhat picky when it came to bottoming but he had never exactly gone so far to get what he wanted like this. "I like."

"Thought you might," he snickered.

Yugi snorted and licked his lips, ignoring the strain of the erection that was currently growing in his tight jeans. His fingers moved to scrape his nails over his stomach for a moment, drifting to his pants. Only fingering. Yugi honestly had to wonder where the fuck Yami had gotten this idea. If the point was to drive him insane, it was working.

"No talking?" he asked, unsure of what else he could say on the matter.

"If you keep it PG," the other responded easily, giving him a challenging smirk that made him bite back a discontent growl of irritation.

Gods, he really was trying to kill him, wasn't he?

Yugi squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a split second before shaking his head once and going for the zipper of his jeans, fingers grasping the metal fly and slowly dragging it down. What could possibly be PG enough to keep Yami talking? He needed something to help him because if he had nothing to assist him then Yami was going to end up embedded in the mattress permanently and Yugi really wasn't sure he liked that idea much. A good accessory maybe but he liked being able to fuck him whenever and wherever.

He moved his hands to slip them beneath his waistband, gripping with blunt fingernails that bit into his skin and made a small moan of discomfort and pain escape the red-eyed teen.

"Fuck, sorry, Yami," he apologized quickly, relaxing his fingers immediately but already feeling completely out of breath with the heat that boiled in his veins and left him wanting to moan in ecstasy. "I didn't mean to grab you like that."

Yami nodded, knowing exactly what was going on; Yugi was thinking too hard about what he wanted and his impatience had made him a little harsher than usual. It was not something he was unused to when he himself had done the same when he grew annoyed with bottoming too often. "Just a little softer."

"But not too soft, right?" Yugi asked with a sly smirk, making Yami chuckle in amusement. "A little rough."

"Fuck yes."

His thumbs moved in soothing circles over his skin where it had reddened slightly. If Yami wasn't being so strange and picky tonight, he would kiss him and slowly nudge his lips until they parted and he could lace tongues with him. Instead he felt Yami's hands move to his upper arms, feeling his muscles flex beneath his shirt.

Yami moved his head back some to expose his neck, his hands sliding upwards to rest on his shoulders, closing his eyes and feeling the way Yugi's muscles moved beneath his fingers. The smaller teen moved to duck his head into the groove of his neck, sniffing deeply and purring, "Fuck, you smell so good."

"Hmm. It's a wonder what soap can do for you," the red-eyed teen snickered playfully, smiling lopsidedly as the smaller teen pulled back to look at him with keen affection. Yugi swallowed thickly against the impulse to suck on his skin and try to devour his mouth. That smile was one of the most beautiful that he knew to grace Yami's face, and it was so rare that every time it appeared he had to take a moment to savor it. It somehow never failed to make his knees feel weak, no matter if they were about to play around or if it was just in passing with a small comment in the hallways at school.

His fingers trembled as he started to pull lightly on Yami's jeans, licking his lips and tapping his index against his hipbone. The taller teen raised his waist for him to pull his pains off easily, the blue-violet-eyed teen moving to drag them off to join his black skinny jeans. Yugi moved to pull at Yami's shirt, licking his lips again when the other boy leaned up to help him get the cotton fabric off and expose his softly toned stomach.

"Aw, fuck," Yugi hissed, shaking his head slightly and not even bothering to put an effort into hiding it when he reached down and adjusted himself through his jeans. Yami purred teasingly, narrowing his eyes in laughter, the red gaze burning, as he watched how he had turned the other on so easily.

Then again, he had said he was ready to fuck a sofa by the time he had arrived. So maybe it wasn't completely him and his lazy efforts. The idea would have made him frown if he hadn't learned something rather comforting about the other boy when it came to him. Yugi never got hard unless he was thinking about him and the many things he wanted to do with him. He would get a certain look in his eyes when he was thinking about something else—especially when he decided he might check someone out to make him jealous—but beyond that, he was all about him.

"Do you want me to use lube or not?"

His lip curled in disgust. "Ew."

Yugi smirked and shook his head, licking his lips and moving forward to lean over him, mouth watering with the desire to suck on his skin or tie their tongues together. But Yami wouldn't be nearly as receptive to him with his mind so caught up on having his theory tested. A sighed passed through him at the idea before he shrugged it off and buried his face into the crook of his neck, moving his hand to his legs.

The taller teen moved his hands to settle his palms over the blades of his shoulders, struggling not to moan at the sensation of hot air ghosting over his skin. Briefly he trailed his nails over his shirt, scratching his skin lightly as the small blasts of warmth made his spine tingle and arousal surge through him momentarily.

"What do you want?" Yugi asked softly, watching him closely. I'll give you anything and everything, Yami, you know that…

Yami smirked slightly as he reached up to grasp at his hair and pull him forward, breathing, "I'm not playing this game with you yet, Yugi" into his ear and making him tremble once. Immediately his grip loosened, his fingers kneading at the soft flesh of his scalp in case he had hurt him in any way.

"Damn it," Yugi hissed, rolling his eyes and smirking widely. "Smartass."

"You shouldn't have tried it yet. It's too early for that."

"You know, the more you make me wait, the rougher this is going to end up," he sniped.

"It took you a bit longer than usual to figure out the point of this game," Yami drawled.

He snickered, moving his legs between Yami's, pushing his thighs open with his knees and pressing his fingertip to the ring of muscle. For a moment Yami looked almost startled before he arched his hips up to wrap his legs around the smaller teen's waist. His hands squeezed lightly, playfully, where they rested against his shoulders, and he licked his lips as he watched him. Yugi buried his nose into the hair in front of his ear, holding a rougher inhale and expelling a gust of warmth as Yami shuddered and his breath came out oddly both labored and controlled.

When he pulled back Yami was pleased with the sight that greeted him. He liked the way that Yugi's eyes always looked when they became hooded. He always enjoyed the way his long eyelashes framed his blue-violet eyes, darkening them in a way that never failed to still him with their unusual shade. Such beautiful ringlets of blue around his pupils, the violet tint overshadowed with a dark almost royal shade of blue when his lashes cast shadows over his gaze.

He could feel the pulse everywhere under his skin, warm and growing to higher temperatures in only seconds, growing stronger when he felt the jump in Yugi's veins beneath his fingers. The pulse between them was back as always, and Yami wondered if his heart was main-lining all of his blood towards where they were about to touch. Yami tilted his head up and watched him curiously, finding that he had moved his left, free hand to his ribcage. He furrowed his brows slightly, watching as he began to gently rub circles with his thumb.

He wasn't entirely sure why Yugi was trying his hand at distracting him, but he was willing to bet it was because he had not bottomed for a few weeks now. But he doubted that it would make much of a difference anyways. They had always been careful with each other regardless of the fact that they went dry rather than lubricated, but he honestly was not very surprised by Yugi's concern for him.

The finger entered uncomfortably, as it always did, but it was not painful, something that both of them were well aware of. The lack of pain always kind of surprised him purely because everyone claimed it hurt, but it was not true in any way as far as their experiences went. They had used lube once and not again after, both of them rather unhappy with the results they had gotten from the experience.

The circumstances had been anything but ideal considering, but it was still not something that leaped out as something they wanted to do again.

It simply seemed more fulfilling to be without, and the very thought was liberating in itself.

He bucked back against his finger and Yugi hissed out a soft moan at the feel of heat enveloping the digit, nearly purring at the sensation. Yami moved to draw him further inside than the single knuckle he had paused at momentarily to allow him time to adjust. He would have rolled his eyes at the thought if it was not so sweet in the first place, and instead fought away a smirk. "Yugi," he murmured, voice low and roughly edged, immediately causing the blue-violet orbs to stretch wide and his mouth to water. He nearly laughed out loud when Yugi swallowed thickly, but managed to smirk widely instead.

The smaller hastily moved his finger up and down, a deep moan seeping out from the back of his throat and deep in his chest when Yami mimicked his actions, grinding and meeting his finger thrust for thrust. He bit his cheeks hard enough so that blood spilled across his tongue, the sting of cut flesh making him want to scream in annoyance; gods, if only the red-eyed teen wasn't so fucking stubborn. He wanted to press their mouths together, kiss until they were breathless and Yami was writhing and moaning into him. But he was well aware that Yami would not be very receptive to it considering his desire to complete his little "experiment".

Damn Yami and his torturous curiosity.

Yugi was so going to die.

"Say something," he ground out between his teeth.

He blinked and then snickered in amusement, shifting and arching when Yugi struck his prostate with the tip of his finger. He did not respond immediately to his words, instead reveling in the sensation as he moved his finger again, and eventually raised his left arm to show off his wrist. There were several small, thin lines of bright red that had grown thicker towards where they seemed to suddenly curve. For a moment he thought of a shallow razor blade knick and then felt his shoulders stiffen as he ignored the strong bite of blood in his mouth to look them over more fully.

It almost looked as if he had cut himself somehow, but at the same time…

He knew that Yami was borderline depressed but he didn't think he would hurt himself. Still, he wasn't entirely sure and so his voice came out sharper than he intended as he demanded, "What the fuck is that?" He prodded gently with his second finger, narrowing his eyes as he looked Yami over briefly. If he was going to cut himself, wouldn't he have done it deeper anyways? These looked like scratches…

He pried gently with his middle finger, pushing slightly and then pausing only momentarily to allow him to adjust somewhat.

"That shitty bitch of a cat next door. She climbed in to the tree in the front of the yard yesterday. Her fucking owner wouldn't let me go inside if I wouldn't help her get her cat out. So I had to try to get it and it decided to use my wrist as a scratching post."

That made a lot more sense.

"So what'd you do?"

"I pushed her out of the tree."

Yugi burst out laughing, picturing it and growing distinctly satisfied with the image in his head before hissing behind his teeth as his boyfriend reacted to his prodding. His head was thrown back further into the mattress and a low, throaty moan was bubbling out of his mouth, his body momentarily clamping around his fingers with the touch to his prostate. "Oh yes. That's just great, Yami."

"She's a cat! She landed on her feet!"

"That's not even…wow. I bet her owner just loved you after that."

"…She wanted to jump my bones afterwards."

Yugi choked and glared while Yami smirked widely, snickering and bucking against his fingers again. His eyelids momentarily feathered to a close, his cheeks taking on a slight flush, and he purred in satisfaction before looking at him again.

"I wasn't aware you were so casual about being fucked by a pedophile, Yami."

"I honestly have to wonder what I see in you at times like this."

"I should be saying that."

"Too late. Already said it."

Yugi raised an eyebrow, voice mocking as he grumbled, "Your immaturity is astounding."

"Don't sass me," Yami snapped, moaning and tightening his grip drastically against his shoulders, hissing through his teeth a moment later. His legs wrapped more firmly around the other male's waist and Yugi licked his lips at the pleasurable sensation.

"Sassing is what I do best."

Yami barked out a laugh. "I thought last week you said fucking was what you did best."

Yugi's cheeks brightened slightly, wrinkling his nose at the statement. "Don't be jealous that you don't have the skills I do," he grumbled.

"Who tops the most, Yugi?"

"Yeah, but that's because you're always so anal about it."

"Fuck you. I'm versatile. Just…not for too long…"

"Actually, I'm fucking you, not the other way around. Got it?"

"Oh, oh, I see! So you're going to try to be all assertive now because you're topping, huh?"

"Dominance is how I roll…bitch."

Yami chuckled in amusement and rolled his eyes, raising a brow and giving him a momentarily fond look that made Yugi's stomach twist briefly. The taller teen began purring after a moment as his third finger was pressed inside of him fully. He licked his lips at the sight, amused out of his mind as the older boy craned his neck further and showed just how turned on he was by something so simple.

They probably could have been arguing about his parents dying and where to bury them and he would still melt under his touch like this. But if it was something far more serious to them both then Yami would be all attention and not the least bit amused or aroused, despite the stimulation. Red eyes would be glaring, eyebrow raised, gaze narrowed, jaw clenched and he'd be spitting at him not to touch him. Yugi knew this because the red-eyed teen was so stubborn it sometimes honestly amazed him that they did not butt heads more often.

But Yami was also smart enough to know when to pick his battles and he was not one for those instant, stupid fights that had no purpose in the long run. Small quarrels were easily resolved, whether with a kiss or just talking it out, maybe soft touches, but either way, Yami was not one for picking a pointless one, nor fighting a battle he knew he would lose.

If he thought the odds were equal or tipped in his favor, if he considered the ends justified the means or the prize was worth the effort, then there was no chance of stopping him when he took the opposing side in an argument. He would bulldoze and push an opponent near to the breaking point and he would win because he was far too composed and levelheaded to fall to the need to snap and bristle like others.

Yugi had yet to see something truly get out of hand with the other teen when it came down to it. When Yami was not so completely stressed out, he was far too easily in control of everything. So he went quiet instead of growing loud and furious when he was frustrated, so it was hard to get an extreme reaction out of him. Sometimes he found it harder to deal with than if Yami got mad and threatened him. That silence he fell into often made him more intimidating and Yugi had been on the end of it once and he'd been pinned down and forced to stare at dark red eyes. He only remembered it at rare moments, because he had had that gray film over them, something that was wholly ingrained in his memory and refused to ever leave him. But it had only been once that he had gotten him so angry that he had lashed out and it had been because he had snooped and gotten into his phone.

He shook the idea off, looking at Yami who purred and smiled warmly despite his eyes being closed, moving against his fingers as if his life depended on it. Sometimes Yugi honestly had to wonder how it was that Yami had so much energy after prepping because he was the one who did most of the work instead.

Yugi thought maybe it was just sexual frustration or stress or even just…well…him that energized the red-eyed teen. He could, after all, practically prep himself on Yugi's fingers and still go two to three hours under the sheets with him for one round. There would be a small break for him to catch his breath before the second, third, fourth, fifth, maybe even eighth that followed soon after.

He was insatiable and Yugi loved that about him because he could match him pace for pace when he was horny and it happened so often that his grandpa had not really been exaggerating when he had said they went it at it like bunnies. He just tended to get rather hot and bothered just by seeing Yami was in the same room with him. Especially when the taller teen moved around and walked with that regal stance of his. He had this gentle sway of his hips that no one else noticed because they didn't know him well enough to recognize it. There was also the fact that no one else paid attention to him anymore because of their exposure which had made everything go considerably downhill. But the occasional new student at Domino High would look at him and gawk and some of the girls would drool a little.

And why not?

He was five foot six with the wildest hair you would ever find—borderline sex hair, was what Yugi called it while Yami would roll his eyes—with a lean build that made him look taller than he was at times. He had slim legs and narrow hips with a slender upper body that held a perfectly-proportioned neck atop a sharp collarbone. And then his jaw line was acutely chiseled and he had those somewhat high cheekbones and what most would call the most stunningly dangerous-looking eyes you would ever see. His gaze was the color of fresh blood that held a speck of every shade of red imaginable, all contained in sharp, heavily lashed eyes that were so controlled that you saw what he wanted and nothing more.

And if it was not for all the shit that they had gone through together, Yugi would have continued to assume that it was nothing but a simple fling between them. If it hadn't been forced on him, he would never have honestly admitted it to himself—let alone Yami—that it actually was love.

Yami stopped short of a movement suddenly, catching his attention and making him grin slightly in amusement. Trust the other boy to notice his own simple-minded but drastically frequent insecurity. His red eyes were glazed over but searching for something that he must have found because he relaxed a little from the alarmed state he had pushed himself into a second before.

Before the two of them had started hooking up, Yami had—on a couple of occasions—been called the school sex god whenever he was gossiped about. Most of the girls had called him that like it was some kind of code in order to keep others from understanding who they were talking about. And it was hilarious to Yugi because it had always been relatively obvious to him that he had had no sexual experience prior to him. But when you first saw him, you would think that both girls and guys would flock to him like commoners to their monarchs, because the teen held himself with such a regal aura. His back was always straight and his head was never lowered in public and his eyes were almost predatory with their constant scanning of his surroundings. His hair was spiky and black with red tips like fire, framed with goldenrod bangs that made his jaw look sharper and more mature than his age of sixteen years old, with streaks that shot through the mass of midnight in a formation almost like lightning bolts. Then there was the way that he held himself, the light golden-bronze tan that made up his skin, the regal air, how he walked, and the features that the royal blue of their school uniform highlighted. There was the sharp design of his eyes as well as the color, and the overall build of his lean form. When it came down to it, he thought that the girls were probably right. It seemed like something that most people would dream of when they were looking for a sexual partner or a boyfriend. There was really nothing about him that would turn someone off at first glance.

It was when someone actually began to get to know him that things like the attractiveness of his looks would fade. His politeness was to the point that it could be considered intimidating at times. He had a habit of pointing things out that were easily missed and sometimes it had the effect of pissing others off. You had to wait for him to answer you when you asked a direct question and he didn't steadily know you and that wait could vary from a second to over five minutes and some people mistook that for him simply being rude. He was socially awkward at times, so quiet and misunderstanding towards some things due to his childhood, and it made some people think he was somewhat special.

Yugi remembered explaining to him what it meant to deep-throat an object and learning just how inexperienced he was about sex or even positions. When it came down to it, the small teen didn't think that many people would be as patient with him as he honestly needed. Not many would put up with his quiet nature or his fieriness or his darker side or even show him compassion as far as his childhood issues went. Yami also had the habit of clinging to one idea and desire, a stubbornness that could not be talked down. At times he got so jealous that Yugi honestly had to look at him—just a single look—to remind him of the things that existed between them and only them. And he had to be one of the most infuriatingly proud people in the world, though he had a long fuse and it took a lot to even slightly ruffle his feathers and gain his attention. He got frustrating with how much he cared because he refused to let the smaller things go when it came to his safety.

But Yugi had a ton of flaws as well and most of them actually balanced Yami's out at times, somehow making their relationship a juggling act that was both easy but complex all at once.

He was the shortest student at Domino High. He was barely five foot two, with wild hair similar to Yami's but tipped with blue-violet to match his eyes and he lacked the amount of bangs and the streaks. His eyes were larger, rounder, with long lashes that gave him an almost childish look, set in a less mature-looking face of soft, baby-fat cheeks and paler skin. He had the sweeter appearance to him, but he gave what he was given in regards to other people.

If they decided they wanted to pick a fight with him, he fought back and would not back down until blows were thrown or—if it was Yami—things mellowed out when he went silent or escalated to the point that he was jumping his bones. He liked having attention and he would do a lot of crazy things to get it, including wardrobe choices or even yelling stupid things down the street so everyone could hear him. He often argued for the hell of it when he was bored and he got that way more often than not. He liked having others fight because it felt like they were putting effort into him. He was broken in places and he liked to force others to scrape against those shards of glass when he was angered, to see them in pain because he could.

He still wasn't very open in terms of his belief on relationships, because he thought he might always consider them to be useless and not worth the time that it would take for them to be built and eventually crumble. He was not always consistent in the emotions he showed others—he could go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds if pushed and his fuse was extremely short. He liked physical violence when he was at his worst but he also knew how to harm with emotional damage as well. And, sometimes, when he was hurting badly, he had to make others feel that same pain. He was hasty, he had little patience for the most part, he got nasty and mean at a second's notice, he liked to break skin and tear at insecurities.

And those things were hardly what someone else would want in their partner. But Yami seemed to like it and Yugi liked his flaws because they made him unique and fun to mess with, fun to be around, fun to be with. On anyone else, he would hate the jealousy but it felt good to know that Yami got frustrated and standoffish over someone paying attention to him of all people.

Yugi could hardly say that it wasn't a challenge being in a relationship with him, but it was more on his side of the equation that it was Yami's. He liked to push and push until someone would give up on him. But Yami liked to make a game of it, to push him back until he found himself being pulled into him, until they were back to their usual dose of battles that were mild and normally ended with simple sex. And he was constantly checking for cracks, poking and prodding and often making his own nonexistent breaks that Yami would prove wrong in a single second. At times the red-eyed teen didn't even needed to be prompted, sometimes simply taking one glance at him and knowing exactly what it was that he needed.

And though it was more often that he needed mending than it was Yami—purely because of his disbelief in relationships—there were those times that Yami needed him in return. And Yugi was happy to give him whatever it was that he needed. It could simply be an ear or shoulder, a small embrace, soft kisses and gentle touches, rougher sex, kind words or mild conversation.

Distractions, thoughts, opinions…Yami needed them all at times and Yugi was always willing to give them if he only got a clue of what he needed and when.

In all actuality, when it came down to it, Yugi doubted that many people would have understanding or compassion or patience for either of them. Their needs and their own frustrations and reactions would probably send anyone else running for the hills in a heartbeat.

"You're getting lost in your head," Yami commented lightly, not bothering to open his eyes. Yugi found himself tilting his head and admiring the pulse that ran along his neck before smirking wildly in amusement. Of course Yami knew well enough through body language to come up with that conclusion.

"Maybe just a little."

Yami didn't ask if it was good or bad because the lightness of Yugi's tone wasn't forced which meant he was thinking of something that was far from bad. Instead he turned his head to rest his cheek against the comforter with his eyes closed and his hands moving up his upper arms to squeeze lightly once before going back to his shoulders once more.

The smaller teen bit back a moan at the feel of the other's fingers on his skin, at the sensation of him welcoming him into his body as he did. He resisted a shudder at the sight of Yami's relaxed face and the gentle calmness that rested in the taller teen's muscles due to the deep-rooted trust that existed between them.

His spine tingled at the thought of it but he moved to continue his pumping, surprising himself with the sudden idea that slowly crept into the focal point of his mind. He furrowed his brows slightly, confused as to where it came from but delighted with it all the same. He didn't think that Yami would mind it. After all, it was just like fingering…

The smirk finding its way across his features, the blue-violet-eyed teen went about pressing against his prostate with his fingertips, dragging the pads of them across the small bundle of nerves. Yami arched like a cat, moaning and gripping hard as he shoulders while he managed to prod and slip it in.

It took only a moment for him to realize what it was that the smaller boy had done. His eyes snapped opened at the unfamiliar stretch and his body froze in place at the sudden intrusion, startled by the strange addition.

"Yugi…what exactly are…you doing?" he managed to breathe out, panting harshly as he stared up at him with wide red eyes, confused and frowning slightly. He opened and closed his mouth twice before glancing down again and back at the smaller teen's face.

Yugi blinked once and then shook his head, smirking as he stated, "My own experiment."

He stared at him for a moment, swallowing roughly, and then nodded and lay his head back again. His head was tipped slightly so that his neck arched the tiniest bit and the smaller teen was desperate to start kissing and nibbling but pushed the impulse away. He was going to mess with Yami as much as he was messing with Yugi. Mind games and all that…

Four fingers…?

Yami couldn't help it when he found himself perching up on his elbows to sit up somewhat. His eyes were locked on Yugi's hand and he couldn't push away the impulse to swallow harshly once more. He would let him do it if he wanted to, but he couldn't fight away that small bit of fear and panic that made his stomach lurch violently like it was. He blinked at him but Yugi wasn't paying attention and Yami was more than grateful for that.

It was new and different, and normally those two words were associated with pain as far as his childhood was concerned. That was never the case with sexual ventures, but that had always been more Yugi being creative than him branching out. And the smaller teen normally made sure to mention it a few times in conversation. It was always subtle enough that Yami could almost completely overlook it before it would slowly occur to him to mention it himself. It would almost always be more of a question rather than a statement, and Yugi would admit to being curious about it.

He could name a few times—though it was more Yugi doing something to tease him and drive him out of his mind—and most of them, if not all, had been okay. The one time that Yugi decided to do something that required more than just playing around had been the sixty-nine position. Yami was extremely ashamed to admit that he had backed out almost immediately when Yugi had explained it to him. In the time that Yami had been freaking out and denying him the chance, the smaller teen had gone about making him feel better about his situation. He'd reassured him that it was fine, had distracted him until he was laughing out loud, and then had failed to bring it into conversation again afterwards at any point. He hadn't held it over his head or even tried to coax him into it, taking no as his absolute and backing off immediately again.

"Just try to stay relaxed," Yugi murmured, giving him a small concerned glance when he saw the way he was staring at him with slightly wide eyes with a gleam that bordered fearful. "Okay?"

Yami started to open his mouth to say that he wouldn't clamp up but he had no idea if he would or not and so opted for nodding once instead without taking his eyes off the other teen. Yugi gave him a small, warm, lopsided smile that clearly showed reassurance and a tiny hint of gratitude, making it clear that he was glad he trusted him enough to do this. That little bit of trust in him was so terribly alarming and overwhelming but it just proved how much he cared about him. Which Yugi was ashamed to admit scared him at the same time as it made him feel warm and so loved that it felt almost as if it were engraved in his entire being.

Yugi wasn't going to hurt him, of that much Yami was well aware. If Yugi had wanted to hurt him, he would have done so by now, instead of even going along with his little idea. He had no need to freak out at the simple thought of what was going on. It honestly seemed like it should have been impossible but considering the way that they stretched when they fucked in the first place, it wasn't too surprising that it would happen. If he could stretch for an eight-inch long penis with a six-inch girth, he could stretch for Yugi's fist.

He bit his lip and then slowly wiggled his hips slightly when he looked up. Yugi was frozen in place, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. His lips were pursed slightly and Yami thought he could see the tip of his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth. He was caught in his head somewhere, but the movement was enough to make him look up. His eyes were still distant for a second before locking on his again and he nodded slightly, turning back to his hand as he muttered, "Just wondering about how I should do this."

Yami let out a small breath and closed his eyes momentarily, nodding. "All right."

The smaller teen had the impulse to say that if he was uncomfortable he would stop, but that was a given between the two of them. After the sixty-nine incident Yami knew without even thinking about it that he would back off if he so much as made an uncomfortable face or dissatisfied noise. Yugi had done so once before, when he had thrust a little too hard and Yami had rammed his head against the headboard and had to take a few seconds for the spots to disappear behind his eyes. He had nearly pulled away completely until Yami had threatened to give him the worst case of blue balls he had ever seen if he thought about it. So he was well aware that he had the power to make it stop at any moment. All it would take would be a gentle push to his shoulders or even just clenching his muscles, a soft noise of a whimper or even just saying his name and shaking his head.

The fingers already inside of him gently shifted from a jumbled position to a straight line. Yami hissed at the sensation, discomfort making his spine tighten. His head swam momentarily, wondering vaguely if Yugi might find his reaction unsatisfying. His spine tingled, tightening harder for a split second before he forced it to release some tension. The hairs along his arms were beginning to rise the smallest bit. His teeth dug into his cheeks and blood coated his tongue. What if he did something stupid? Or what if it hurt like a bitch and he wound up a sobbing ball of limbs while Yugi was watching him and freaking out that he had harmed him?

Yami found the second scenario a small bit hilarious. He was used to being physically abused by his father growing up. But this was different. It was internal. And he didn't think external pain had much to do with the other. He doubted that they could truly compare when it came down to it. It was not like someone had bruised him up the ass before. And neither of them had experience doing this before…

"Are you okay?"

Yami blinked a few times slowly, his train of thought wrecking rather violently, and looked up with wide eyes. Yugi was watching him with a slightly concerned but more thoughtful expression, voice soft where it had mirrored it. Yami blinked again and tilted his head curiously at the words, trying to sort them out for a moment before they connected completely. "Hmm? Yes, I'm fine," he muttered after a long moment, blinking once more. "I just…got a little caught up in my head, I guess."

Yugi nodded a little, not doubting that for a second. He smiled at him, voice still soft and warm, and raised a brow playfully. "You're over-analyzing again, aren't you?"

His cheeks burned slightly and he rolled his eyes at himself, smirking when Yugi snickered softly. "Maybe just a little," he offered, voice sheepish.

"Relax for me?"

If he didn't trust him so much he would have freaked out and told him that it wasn't something that he wanted to have done. Odds were, he would have told Yugi to get the fuck out of his house for even trying this without giving him a warning. Then again, if he did not trust him, Yugi would never have made it into the house or lasted that long. He would have kicked him out long before this little game had begun. And he would have known he was in the house immediately, gone after him before he could even make it to the stairs. The fact that he was so constantly around him and he loved him so much was the only reason that he had not reacted when he had come into the house in the first place.

Curiosity bit at the heels of his slight panic, forcing it to take second seat. His body very slowly began to lose its tension, more out of caution than necessity. He was naturally alarmed by the new situation, even when he knew it was nothing that he should have worried about. It was Yugi. That was all he really needed to know. His body relaxed nearly immediately now that he was looking at the smaller teen again, brought on more naturally than when he would force it when he was playing dead while being "punished". Yugi gave him a small smile of reassurance and his own lips curved up into a mirroring gesture to encourage him to keep going.

A loud, strangled noise left his mouth a split second later when Yugi's fingers moved once more. He froze in place, mouth opening and closing once, eyes wide in shock. Yami fell back against the mattress with a harsh thud, hissing as his spine tightened painfully beneath his skin. He growled out behind his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, feeling breathless despite the noise leaving him.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

Another low growl came out from behind his bared teeth and Yugi winced violently at the bite of pain underlining it all. "Just…fuck…" Yami shook his head slowly and closed his eyes. "Don't…move."

Yugi blinked once, unnerved by the pained statement, and brought his free hand to his hip. His thumb rubbed back and forth in a soothing motion, his head lowered slightly as he concentrated on trying to coax some of the tension from his muscles. The tension slowly began to relax beneath his fingers, though it refused to completely yield.

"Should I stop?"

"No." Yami sounded so sure in that moment that Yugi nearly gawked at the fact that he had still not pushed him away. He felt as if, if the situation were ever reversed, he would have pushed him away immediately, snapping and snarling and clawing at him. "Just."

The smaller teen let out a small shudder, swallowing hard. An apprehensive hiss escaped the other boy's mouth again, slow and nearly stuffy. He fought back a tremor, almost unnerved enough to just pull away completely despite Yami's statement. Maybe he had misheard him and that sureness in his voice was just something that he had imagined…

"Slow," Yami muttered, opening his eyes after a moment. His left hand reached up to grab at the soft nape of his neck, idly massaging at the heated yet rigid skin. A small bead of panicked sweat spread out under his fingertips and Yami forced himself to give him a small smile that did nothing to truly mollify his rather wounded determination to please him.

"Yami…"

He would have said something to try another attempt at mollifying him, but it was rather impossible for him to even truly consider pushing the words out of his mouth. Yugi was too visibly shaken for him to even make his lungs work for a split second. His eyes were wide and glassy, almost completely glazed over, and his entire body was frozen in place. The taller teen bit his lip momentarily, considering, and then trailed his fingers further into his hair, trying to ignore the way that Yugi's pupils had blown wide with fear.

"Just…slow. Just move slow, aibou."

Yugi flinched at the nickname, swallowing hard and lowering his eyes for a second before shaking his head and sighing softly. Yami could hear small curses under his breath, so quiet that he almost missed it.

"I'm okay." His hand moved and slid to thread itself into his soft hair, the tips of his fingers massaging once more, trying in a rather pathetic attempt to calm the shaken blue-violet-eyed teen. "Slow."

Yugi rolled his eyes but nodded slightly, voice slightly playful but flat at the same time as he grumbled, "Say that one more time, Yami, and I'm going to kill you."

He snorted in laughter, throwing himself back onto the mattress once more, hand still in his hair. He pulled lightly in response and Yugi glared at him playfully before turning his attention back to his fingers. Fucking horniness. He'd slipped up, moved far too fast when he went to push further inside of the teen, thrown by the moans Yami had let out, because fuck him if he wasn't being driven crazy. But it was not much of an excuse when it came down to it and it left him feeling horrible with the impact of his hastiness to fuck the other teen.

He pulled back just enough to watch him for pain or discomfort and found himself feeling slightly alleviated of his guilt. Yami had closed his eyes once more and now he looked far more relaxed, completely at ease once more. A small moan came out of his slightly parted lips, cheeks flushed and head turned to lay his cheek on the smooth comforter. The smaller teen stretched him further with his fingers, scissoring them before licking his lips and watching him more closely. No pain.

Good.

Yugi let out a small moan between his teeth, moving his left hand to struggle with the effort of adjusting himself again. It grew a little bit louder at the soft touch, ending with a hiss as his fingers accidentally ran along the vein of the underside of his throbbing erection. Yep, he was going to die if he couldn't make Yami as horny as he wanted. And he wanted him moaning and writhing and struggling to even keep his head on straight with the violent lust that just about made him scream. He would get Yami back for his idea of just fingering and then some.

Because how much fun would that be?

Yami clamped around his fingers for a moment but relaxed a second later. He pushed his folded digits further, pausing and waiting a long minute. When Yami remained as he was, he moved his hand as far as he could, and froze in place at the small, low growl that the taller teen let out behind his teeth.

"Sorry. I—"

"Stop. Stop."

"Okay. I—"

Fingers tightened and grasped at his hair, tugging a little sharply before his palm flattened out and moved to soothe the sting with gentle touches. "That's not…what I meant," he rasped out, voice low and breathy.

Yugi blinked once, his own breath coming out labored and heavy with his own desire and the drastic effect that Yami always had on him. "Then what…?" he managed to breathe out, confused and startled when he yanked on his hair violently again. He winced, giving him a small glare, and the taller teen let out a frustrated noise of a sigh.

"Yugi…do you know the meaning of the word slow?" he bit out.

"Yes. It's the opposite of fast." A small bite of guilt made him frown at his own words, shaking his head slightly in apology when red eyes opened into a narrowed glare of pure frustration. "Sorry. I just…sorry."

The apology didn't connect at first but Yami nodded automatically anyways, not wanting to fight and just trying to make Yugi feel as if he were listening. At first the statement went in one ear and passed through the other and then they finally settled, making him nod again. He fell back against the mattress once more, eyes closed and breathing ragged as he tipped his head further, exposing his neck more so that the line of his jaw seemed sharper with the new perspective. Beads of sweat littered his skin and Yugi watched a small bit of perspiration slowly trail down his skin towards his neck and to his collarbone where it pooled in the groove of bone. Yugi licked his lips, biting his cheek with the desire to lunge forward and lap at the heated saltiness, to suck harshly on his skin until it was so red that it would be almost impossible for the blood to fall back later.

"Are you okay?"

Yugi thought momentarily that it was his own voice that had spoken the words. He blinked, unsure of why he didn't recognize himself having asked. His eyes drifted upwards and his cheeks heated momentarily, breath coming out in a low huff as he found that Yami had his head tilted to regard him curiously. "Huh?" he muttered, confused by the open concern that lined the red-eyed teen's face. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"I'm fine." The hand in his hair moved to massage his scalp once more, pulling him closer so that he could press their lips together for the first time the whole day. His fingernails tapped his skin for a second to make his mouth open so that their tongues could touch briefly. Yugi immediately sprang for the idea of battling him for dominance, desperate for something and almost anything to make him forget some of his nerves.

Sparks of electricity shot through him for a split second, as they always did, but the sensation was cut short when Yami pulled back abruptly. He fell back against the mattress once more, wiggling his hips for him to keep going. Yugi stared at him for a moment, at a loss as to what had just happened, and then very slowly put the pieces together again. His eyes narrowed into a small, sharp glare of annoyance and his lip curled back in frustration.

"What the fuck, Yami?"

"Fingering only," he snickered, winking playfully and making him growl before rolling his eyes and licking his lips. His blood was burning in his veins now as he looked at the taller teen and his skin was tingling violently as his pulse quickened. "Slow, okay?"

"One more time," Yugi snapped. "One more fucking time, Yami."

"Slow," he drawled, the word stretched out and making Yugi growl in annoyance. "Opposite of fast. Slow. Four letters—"

Yugi reached over and covered his mouth with his hand, glaring fiercely. "I'm really starting to fucking hate you right now."

The taller teen moved his hand away, snickering, "Hmm, you know, I would believe you…if you hadn't just rubbed against me like that. He's a little excited, huh?"

"Gods," he ground out, shaking his head and looking towards where their bodies were joined in the way less satisfying than what Yugi truly wanted. He moved to press his fingers further inside of him and found himself both stunned and mortified when he realized he was truly wrist-deep inside of the other teen. Holy fucking shit…

It was so odd to look at, but drove him insane with the feel of Yami clamped around him so tightly, skin heated and making him tremble before looking at the red-eyed teen. Yami had opened his eyes into slits and was staring at him through his long lashes, shadows cast over his gaze to leave it smoldering and dark. Yugi swore under his breath, swallowing hard at the sight; this was one of those moments that always threatened to make him fall over the edge far too soon.

Every time they had sex and he topped and he was close to or actually done with preparations, one glance at Yami was enough to nearly send him drowning and spiraling out of control. His cheeks would be flushed. His forehead would be peppered with small beads of sweat. His red eyes would be hooded. His hair would be in a more pronounced disarray from his usual loss of patience and love of prep that made him buck against his fingers until he was mewling and his prostate was well abused from it all.

Yugi swallowed a mouthful of saliva that almost threatened to drown him. "You okay?"

Yami nearly rolled his eyes in the back of his head but managed to nod instead, licking his lips. He reached his hand from Yugi's shoulder and the back of his head to loop them around his neck.

"What's it feel like?"

Yami started to moan out "So full, so fucking full" but stopped short suddenly, eyes opening wide as he stared at him. He fought away the impulse to jerk his hips violently to buck wildly. Instead he swallowed thickly, staring at him with a slightly dazed expression, and managed to draw in a deep breath. "I'll show you some time," he managed to hiss out in a ragged breath that had Yugi moaning between his teeth.

His spine arched and pleasure coursed through him like a rocket, too sudden for him to truly react to the sensation. His eyes had grown wide and dilated immensely and his heart was beginning to pound violently within his chest. Holy fucking shit, what was that? Yugi had not even moved and yet his whole body was throbbing with a pulse more powerful than the one that normally existed between them.

Holy fucking…

Yami arched and moaned, scrabbling and digging his nails into his skin. He threw his head back and Yugi breathing hard, panting at the sensation of Yami clamping around him momentarily and then releasing just as quickly. His neck was fully exposed now and the smaller teen felt his mouth watering with desire. If he could just latch himself to his neck and Yami was done with having his fun with this experiment, this would be perfect.

Yugi started to pull his wrist out somewhat but stopped at the last second. Yami was clenching his jaw now and the smaller teen felt his stomach drop with concern. Either he had moved far too fast for the other boy or he had pulled too far back. But fuck, it was the first time they were doing something even remotely like this. He had no true idea exactly what he was doing or how he was going to keep as cautious as he would have otherwise. He didn't know how to keep from hurting him like he did other times. The most he could do with this situation was watch his face and keep his eyes on him completely.

"Ra," Yami spat out in a harsh moan, voice dripping with pleasure. Yugi felt his legs throbbing, pants so tight that it was impossible for him to keep from feeling that terrible, unbearable, pleasurable pain. Gods, how the fuck was this even…?

The feeling of being so full was going to kill him.

Yami struggled to force words out of his mouth. He threw his head back to expose his neck once more to the blue-violet-eyed teen. His body was shaking and his grip was weak. The smaller teen trembled at the sensation just as the other boy began to quake with the force of the experience.

"I can't…"

Yugi moaned softly, breathing out, "What?"

"I…Please…Yugi…"

"What?" he asked, stiffening. Was he hurting him?

Yami struggled again, this time putting more energy into the attempt. His nails sunk violently into his shoulders and he moved to pull himself closer. His right arm moved to wrap around his neck and his face came to bury itself into the hollow of it. His voice was low and shaky but came out in a growl all the same.

"Yugi, Yugi…please…"

"Does it hurt or…? Yami, I—"

"Too much…" His teeth scraped against the hollow of his neck, nipping harshly twice as he growled out, "Too much."

Yugi instantly worried that he was hurting him once more. His mind sprang with the idea that his nails had cut his skin and he was bleeding somewhere. Then it circulated violently until his thoughts became something of a color wheel spinning so quickly that they all blurred together in his mind's eye. Finally his ears seemed to connect the sound of Yami's voice with the motions his body was going through. The taller teen was squirming and grasping at him tightly, breathing hard and letting out hisses of pleasure. His voice was folding into desperate pleas of "Too much" that spoke far more of pleasure than they did anything remotely like pain. The realization made him freeze for a split second, eyes wide, and then his lips curled back into a grin and he laughed breathlessly, stupefied by it all.

"Okay, okay, stay still," he snickered, moving his free hand to grasp at his hips. He had the momentary impulse to throw his head back and laugh, enjoying the sensation of Yami writhing and squirming and struggling against his hand. He thought any moment now that the other teen would fall back again, unable to keep himself upright any longer. He was perched against him so desperately and the sensation was so beautiful that Yugi truly struggled with the idea to push the impulse away.

His mouth fell open, a low moan bubbling out as Yami's erection pressed into his stomach through his shirt. Pre-cum leaked against the cotton material, causing him to squirm uncomfortably in response, but when the taller teen shuddered his body reacted unconsciously. He bucked, spine arching and body warming with pleasure as their erections rubbed together through his jeans. Nails sank into his skin, pulling at his shirt and leaving long lines of pink, and he bucked in response, squeezing him tightly and making his mouth fall open in a pleased noise bordering a scream.

"Yugi…"

Teeth clamped into his throat, pulling lightly at the skin and making him tremble. His pleasure was skyrocketing, winding him for a split second as he breathed in hard and panted once. "Okay," he hissed, desperate for more, and nearly whined when the other boy unconsciously clenched around him again. "Just—g-give me a second. I…fuck, I can't…"

"Slow," Yami reminded him so softly that he barely heard it. The word came out hot and misty against his throat, making him tremble once more.

He nearly laughed at the statement but managed to throw the red-eyed teen onto his back instead. He leaned over him, hissing in pain when Yami threw his head back and moaned. For a moment he was unable to do more than breathe hard and swear under his breath in frustration, but then leaned further into him. His cheek pressed against the other boy's, he could gauge better how much pain he was in. It took what felt like forever to fully be able to pull his hand out, allowing him the chance to breathe in relief before starting to sit back on his haunches. But his attempt to sit all the way back was stopped abruptly.

Nails were digging into his wrist, holding his arm there, and he could hear ragged panting as he grew rigid with confusion.

"What?" he demanded. Fuck, was he hurting him again?

"Three…four…please…"

For what felt like hours the words made no sense in his head. He blinked stupidly, unable to do more than stare at his boyfriend. He opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what else he could do, and then froze. "O-oh!" he breathed out, startled and wide-eyed before laughing softly. His free hand gripped his hip, pushing him there to pin him down, and he smiled in amusement as he pulled his pinky away.

"You okay?"

Yami nodded after a moment, looking tired but aroused out of his mind.

"Did it hurt?"

A breathless shake of his head made Yugi grin lopsidedly, mirroring his movements as those red eyes opened into a hooded expression. He was breathing hard, nearly trembling, as if wracked with aftershocks, and the smaller teen raised a brow.

"Want to do it again?"

Yami very nearly nodded at him, feeling almost compelled to agree for another round of it. But then he slowly shook his head and let out a deep breath, unable to fight the way his body rebelled at the very thought. It was pleasurable, but so powerful in sensation that it almost hurt, and so full that he could not suppress the urge to tremble at the mere thought of it again. He didn't want to feel like that again—at least not any time soon. It was just far too much for him. "I'll do it for you sometime," he muttered instead, so quietly that the smaller teen almost did not catch it. He frowned faintly, still concerned that perhaps he was hurt and refused to tell him as to shield his feelings.

He was curious when he immediately considered it, but decided not to press the issue. Instead he pumped his fingers and watched the other boy purr and buck against his fingers in clear pleasure. After a moment, his arms rose again, wrapping around his neck comfortably as he had before. "Hmm, maybe," he replied, desperate to reach out and nip at his skin or kiss him until he was breathless as usually did.

Ice cold minty dark chocolate…

Yugi nearly leaped at his mouth in that moment, desperate to taste him again. But instead he watched as Yami continued bucking, exhausted and flushed in expression but still clearly hornier than he had been beforehand.

It was impossible to avoid any longer. He was listening to his breathless moans and feeling the terrible strain of his erection against his jeans was driving him crazy. He undid the fly, moaning in clear pleasure of being freed, and snuck his hand into his pants. Yami bucked against his fingers, hissing and writhing, and Yugi melted into the sensation of him clenching once more. For a moment he reveled in the sensation, but it was short-lived as he moved his other hand in a rough flick of his wrist. Hands encircled his wrist abruptly, with enough force to make his eyes snap open in shock, and he blinked as he saw the other boy. He was panting raggedly, but he had managed to stop all of his enraptured movements to grasp his skin.

"Uh-uh. No touching."

"What?" he cried, nearly laughing. "You can't be serious!"

Yami tried to fight back the intense pleasure the touch to his prostate brought and failed, but just barely managed to keep away the arch of his back. "Completely," he growled through his teeth, tightening his grip on his wrist.

"How unfair is that?" Yugi objected, huffing and then laughing out loud. The other boy twitched and squirmed as he continued to move his hand. He was heavily tempted to move his hand again, but his hands tightened again, momentarily snatching at his sense of focus on his problem. "Fine then. Are you at least going to let me kiss you now or—?"

His hands were shaking when he moved them up his arm, gripping so loosely that he almost could not fully feel it. For a moment he was confused as his fingers pressed against his chest so lightly it felt like nothing more than if he had passed through a cobweb while walking. The weight of his fingers turned into both hands being pressed firmly against his shirt and then pushing on his chest almost violently. He went toppling over onto his back from the force of it, stunned by the sudden reaction. At first, immediately, he thought maybe he really had hurt him somehow and he was reacting to it in turn. But then the other boy's purr came to his ear and for a moment he was frozen before he pulled away and off his hand completely. Slender digits dug at his jeans, pulling them down roughly so that his leaking erection was hit but a blast of freezing cold air. He hissed, displeased with it, and then cried out faintly in surprise as Yami engulfed him abruptly.

A mirroring long moan came to his ears as he reached his left hand up to sink his teeth into his knuckles. The taller teen was laughing, shifting his hips only once to find his balance. Then a rapid, wild bouncing rhythm came over him, Yugi arching in delight and nearly screaming with pleasure as he thrust into him.

"Holy fucking Ra," Yugi moaned, throwing his head back harshly against the mattress. He pulled his hand away to grasp at his skin hard with his nails. He dug them into his flesh and felt Yami's shoulder blades move beneath the pads of his fingers.

"Looks like I've been rubbing off on you," Yami teased breathlessly, making him snort in amusement even as a small bit of his cheeks turned a soft pink in blush. He could name a million different ways in which the other teen had rubbed off on him, but didn't speak the words. Instead he reached up to wrap his arms around his neck, causing him to lean forward further to accommodate him. His hands moved to grip his left hip and the right side of his ribcage and did not once break his pace.

"So…much…work!"

Yugi burst out laughing, the noise breathless but still full of amusement. The taller teen grinned in pleasure, stretching out just enough to kiss his forehead. The blue-violet-eyed teen purred and moaned at the sensation of his breath fanning over his heated skin. The sweat was building up under his pores, desperate to seep out, but he felt as if his body was too tired and excited for that.

"Yugi."

He opened his mouth just enough to breathe out a response, but his lungs were too empty to form the words. It took him a moment, trembling and breathless still, to realize that there was no need for him to respond. His name continued crawling through the air, a breathless prayer of warm affection.

"Yugi, Yugi, Yugi, Yugi…"

The small teen melted into the feeling of Yami moving around him, of his hands against his skin, into the way his name seemed to part the air and leave him hungry for more. Dear gods, how he loved this boy.

"Darkness…"

It was his nickname, the English meaning of his name, and something that he had chosen to call him in response to his own dub of being Yami's "little one". But it was one of the things that most often left his mouth while they made love. It passed through his lips at times such as when he worked himself into such a stress that he was fearful he would collapse from his hurried pacing.

Yugi purred in pleasure and amusement. Yami continued shamelessly rocking, rising and falling too fast for him to truly keep up with. They moaned and hissed together, the taller mewling as his prostrate was struck relentlessly. It took a moment as the smaller teen moaned and scraped his nails over his spine to make him writhe at his touch. A quick tilt and spin came with a sudden and abrupt roll.

"Fuck yes," Yugi moaned, allowing Yami to pull his face to his. Their lips were wild and unrestrained, hands grasping and moving into each other's hair. Fingers tugged lightly at soft strands, then pulled harsher to make Yugi move faster and harder.

He would honestly never grow tired of the taste of Yami in his mouth. The sharp iciness of mint and dark chocolate made his head spin and his heart pound each time. It made him feel weak at the absolute best of times. Gods, he could drown in it and he would never care to come up for air again. Because fuck air if he could live off the other boy for the rest of his life and—

"Oh hell to the fuck no," he snarled against his nips as the taller boy started to pull back slightly. He kept their mouths inches apart, swallowing his laughter heartily. "You've been fucking teasing me and driving me insane this entire time. I will fucking kiss you if I want!"

The taller teen cracked up because he knew how much Yugi loved his mouth. When he spoke, both of them knew that more than half the time he would be caught staring at his lips. Someone else would have assumed he was constantly picturing lewd fantasies of his mouth engulfing him or thinking about making out with him until his lips were swollen. But, when it had become apparent that Yugi had been able to keep up with any conversation they had even while staring, he had come to realize he just liked watching his mouth because he liked the sound of his voice. Every now and then he would be reminded of just how warm and soft and great his lips were, but most times he just liked the way his lips moved to form words. He got distracted because he loved the little brat inside of him, loved the way he made his limbs feel weak at times, because despite the way they still tended to hurt each other with words that cut too deep, he loved him so much that it hurt and he was willing to do anything with or for him if he asked.

"Need to breathe sometimes," he countered, laughing when Yugi shook his head wildly.

"Fuck you. You get no breathing privileges! Besides, you can go ten minutes without breathing."

"But you can't."

"We'll see about that now, won't we?"

Yami was still laughing when Yugi pressed his lips to his again. His tongue worked into his mouth and he moaned at the gentle vibration of his laughter as they brushed against each other. Hands grasped to the point of bruising his hips and he laughed harder, loving how much he could get under the other teen's skin like this. It was always fun to see the way that he affected him, no matter the way it went about happening, in a verbal spat or kisses or sex.

A particularly hard thrust made him moan, biting at the smaller teen's tongue. He squeezed his hip harder and released a second later, moving his hand to steady himself with his palm at his side. The smaller teen was becoming lightheaded, Yami knew that much, which made him laugh that much harder. He was finally forced to pull away, glaring as he drew in desperate pants for air, having to stop his thrusts for a moment.

"Fucking asshole."

The taller teen snickered and shook his head. His hands trailed from his chest to his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck as his red eyes shone with amusement. "I can't even begin to describe how hot you are when you're—"

"Oh fuck you," Yugi sniped, biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Don't even start with flattery. We're already in position."

Yami threw his head back, laughing until he and the bed were shaking together. He struggled not but wound up joining in after a few minutes, shaking his head and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. The taller teen's eyes fluttered, lashes tickling his skin, and the grip around his neck tightened momentarily before slowly settling more comfortably.

"I hate you," he muttered, the words fond and full of affection.

"Aw, but I love you," he snorted, his voice coming out sing-song.

"You had better, you asshole."

Yami laughed again but didn't bother trying to defend himself, instead moving to kiss along his jaw as a sloppy thrust sent him into another bout of laughter.

"Fuck. Shut up, damn it!" Yugi cried, laughing harder at the delight in the other's bright eyes. He glared at him briefly, smirking and pressing butterfly kisses to his neck. The other teen was moving with him, receiving each of his thrusts with small squirms and gentle mewls. He pulled back enough to balance his weight more comfortably as he began to thrust a little faster. Abruptly Yami's hand rose and the long digits snagged around his choker, tugging gently but effectively to press his face into the hollow of his throat once more. "Yami!"

"Okay, okay!" he relented, rolling his eyes and starting to pull away. The smaller teen was just about to maneuver his weight enough to angle his hips when he was tugged back down. He growled playfully but silenced as Yami pecked his cheek and then burst out laughing at his petulant expression. "Last time—I promise!"

"Last time, my ass!" the smaller grumbled, glaring playfully before rolling his eyes. "You're all touchy-feely today. I'm not sure I like it."

Yami rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh." He wiggled his hips and the smaller teen let out a moan. "You fucking love it."

"…Says you," he snapped, blushing when he realized how stupid a response that was.

"Appallingly pathetic."

"At least I'm not a liar."

He burst out laughing again when the other boy's mouthed opened in a mocking gasp.

"How rude."

The smaller teen moved his mouth to his neck, lips warm and soft and swollen from their kisses moments before. He latched them to the point where his jaw bone was most prominent in its sharper design, sucking and watching Yami arch his back with a moan that made him purr against his skin.

"…Running from…the…truth…?" Yami gasped out, eyes nearly rolling up in the back of his head as Yugi fell back into a rhythm that was slowly growing faster and harder in the thrusts that sent him on the verge of spiraling downwards. "Oh Ra…Fuck…"

He laughed hard against his skin, pulling back only when he was satisfied. His lips pulled into a wide smirk, watching the breathless boy who stared up at him with hooded eyes and exhaled in small huffs, cheeks impossibly flushed. "Now, if you could just hush a little, I would like to go back to ravaging your mouth and fucking you senseless."

He opened his mouth to scoff but mumbled, "Ravage away" with a dismissive flick of his wrist. He stayed quiet for a moment and then, thoughtful, he muttered, "Do you think your ass can go numb?"

Yugi stared at him as if he had lost his mind for a moment. "What?"

"Let's see if you can do that," he snickered, licking his lips.

"Oh fucking…Good. Let's do it then."

"Okay. But I fully expect my mouth to be ravaged, thank you."

He would have snorted and said no but there was no chance in hell that he would pass up the opportunity. He had been dying to kiss him all day, fucking aside, and he planned to abuse his mouth as much as possible while he was still playing seme.

But first he would tease him like he had done him. His mouth moved to his neck, running his tongue along the column of it before wetting his lips and pressing small butterfly kisses to his collarbone. His lips folded around his flesh, sucking gently until he moaned loudly and scratched his back to make the skin sting and rise up in long lines of bright pink. The force behind it was just barely restrained enough to resist breaking his skin, making him smile at the thought of how mindful he was about harming him.

His fingers tightened to bruise his hips violently as he thrust harder and faster. The bed creaked loudly beneath them and Yami growled softly at the jerking motion that came with it. His mouth opened and Yugi's name spilled out quietly for a few minutes before his mouth was covered with his again.

He vaguely thought of the four reasons he had given him over the phone when he said he was coming over to his house after getting home.

He had to admit that he had been rather surprised to find him still awake considering the time. It was three-thirty in the morning, his bedroom light was the only one on, he was seated reading in his bed, obviously exhausted but still full of energy as he waited for him. It was almost like a porno plot. The long-awaiting wife or girlfriend or whoever would be on the bed, reading a book, waiting on their husband or boyfriend or whoever to come up the stairs and ravage them. Yugi blinked and then wrinkled his nose. Pornos didn't have plots, he remembered. It was more like…a romance novel. He nearly burst out laughing, snorting and then swallowing the guffaws that threatened to bubble out of him immediately after; Yami raised a brow at him in surprise but relaxed when he shook his head in response.

Still, regardless of how much it reminded him momentarily of a stupid scene from a romance novel, he was almost two hundred percent sure that another person would not have done the same thing. And, when he was taken into consideration, he thought it impossible to consider anyone else doing it. Even more so with the knowledge that he was getting in at almost four, and one of them was usually at the other's house regardless. If they got hot and bothered in the middle of the night all they really had to do was roll over and coerce the other awake with kisses and gentle touches. It was always enough to arouse the other even in their groggy state. But it was even more admirable when he considered that he had just spent two weeks with a girl who had been in love with him for several years and had formerly caused problems between the two of them. That was without adding to the fact that he had once considered himself straight. And that didn't even take into consideration the fact that he had crushed on the same girl for years.

But he knew that Yami must have trusted him enough not to assume things. Unlike someone else, the other boy had placed his trust in him enough not to even worry when a late-night phone call failed to happen. He didn't blow up his phone if he missed a message assuming he was running off with someone else. With the way their relationship had begun, he was more often surprised by that than anything else—Yugi had insisted that he had other fuck buddies and Yami had always been extremely jealous of the idea. When he had actually admitted it, the other teen had been slightly thrown but not as furious as he could have been. He had not decided to throw him out on his ass as he could have or just to cut him out of his life completely. If anything, he had taken it in stride as he did everything else, and had decided that despite their rocky beginning, he would trust him to stay faithful even with the two weeks apart.

But he realized, regardless, that Yami would have been pissed off should he have messed around with someone else, but would have still wanted to work it out with him. He would not have kicked him out the moment he set foot in his house, would have spoken to him around clenched teeth in that cold, quiet voice he sometimes got when he was frustrated. He would not have harmed him, however, and the most that would have happened that would have been negative was either telling him to leave from frustration or a verbal spat that would go on for hours.

The idea was both horrifying and amazing. It was terrifying to consider in all actuality. Because he did not think he would be able to do the same or even that he was worth that kind of thing. The effort that would have been put into it—into trying to rekindle their relationship and attempting to mend the damage done by the infidelity around the recurring images of what he might have pictured that other person to look like—would be agonizing. It would be terrible and painful, with enough power to cripple someone, and that was not something that Yugi thought himself capable of.

He was, without a shadow of doubt, thankful that it had never even been considered during the two weeks he had been in the states. Not once had he even looked at someone and thought they would be nice to spend the night with, his mind more focused on the idea of phone or video sex with his boyfriend. Even when Rebecca mentioned it and pointed out someone hot enough to make him at least turn his head, he had not been truly interested. Having Yami around him, having him waiting at the house for him, had been enough of a reassurance that he had not even thought of it or cared enough to question it.

In fact, even with the time difference and the somewhat lacking communication, he had not found himself worried about his relationship at all aside from the Monopoly incident. Beyond that, he had not been worried about anything concerning it, more thoughtful about what they might be able to do as a couple, maybe what restaurants Yami might like if he ever could find enough courage to ask him out. That was an entirely different matter, however, one that he refused to acknowledge for the moment.

But, as he looked him over, he felt realization slowly dawning on him. All the rejections for phone sex despite the numerous phrases whispered in his ears, the low throaty tones, or the little naughty things he listed off as wanting to do to him now made sense.

Yami had gotten just as bored and frustrated as him, probably more so with only phone calls. And the lack of indulgence had made it and him that much more desirable to the smaller teen.

"You're a goddamn mind fuck, aren't you?" Yugi muttered suddenly, under his breath.

"I…what?" Yami managed to breathe out, eyes widening as he looked at him in confusion. A mewl of pleasure left his lips, causing the blue-violet eyes to immediately drop to them, blinking once in surprise.

"Fucking mind terrorist," he accused, glaring. "You set this shit up, didn't you?"

He blinked once, the movement long and slow, feigning innocence. But Yugi found himself glaring as the other teen looked at him. He was staring from beneath his long lashes with a predatory gleam that made his heart pound faster and the coil announcing his oncoming orgasm tighten that much more.

"You fucking tease…"

Yami snickered in amusement and Yugi found himself laughing when he saw the way that the taller teen licked his lips and winked playfully. His red eyes were bright with a teasing pushiness as he bucked against him shamelessly.

A strangled noise rose up in the back of his throat but he couldn't quite get over the awe of the situation; the fucking minx the red-eyed teen was. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

"Gods, I fucking love you right now," he muttered.

Yami fell back into soft snickers, moving his hands to lightly grip at his elbows. He squeezed once as he rocked forward again in a slower thrust that he planned to play with until he was all but begging him for more. Because fuck him if he thought he could just mess around with him like that.

Oh yeah, he was so going to get this fucker back.

Yami wanted a numb ass? Yugi would give it to him. And in such a way that he would never want to feel it again.

Because no one got away with making him that crazy. No. One.

He moved to press his lips against his and snorted at the noise of loss that slipped from the back of the taller teen's throat when he did not kiss. He bypassed his mouth altogether to go for the hair in front of his ear, breathing in deeply. He could drown in the scent the other boy possessed, something he could only explain as ice and pine and moonlight, drawn out to be sharper by his sweat. It was a strange description, he knew, but it was all he could come up with. If he was not fresh out of the shower, then that scent stayed with him but otherwise he smelled of mint from his shampoo and the sharper bite of his soap.

Yugi was glad that the two smells were rather mellow today. Somewhere in his gut he realized that Yami had done this on purpose. He had given him the most subtle of welcome-home gifts in doing so, something that he knew he loved almost more than even when he bottomed for him. He loved him for it, but he would not allow it to save him from his wrath. Not. At. All.

He moved his nose to the crook of his neck, hearing Yami smack his lips in a sound of disappointment and frustration. He could not find it in himself to draw this out longer than was possible. His idea of teasing him until he could not stand it anymore would have to happen some other time. Because trying now would only result in him losing his own mind, something that he was rapidly finding happening already. Two weeks was far too long, in all honesty. Half the time he thought two hours was far too much at times as it was.

Yami, thankfully, was not one for a constant fight for dominance, instead letting it fall for equality between them. However, when he fell into a mood, he could be so dominating that it would make Yugi quiver like a plucked bowstring as his heart rattled in his chest and his blood pounded in his ears. He could nearly force him to come in his pants immediately if he gave him the right look while in that state, and sometimes he swore Yami knew about it himself. So when their lips met, he was ready and waiting, arms moving to snake around him and splay his fingers wide against his back as their tongues danced together. He would let the smaller teen control the kiss but he would make it known what he wanted, opening his mouth in an invitation he had no desire to pass up.

The moan bubbled up and made his tongue quiver against his. Yugi let out a mirroring one of his own, the other teen swallowing it almost greedily. He moved to drag his nails over his skin when he flexed his fingers and drew them into fists against his flesh. A shudder rolled through the taller teen and Yugi mentally smirked at the feeling. His tongue worked at the smooth backs of Yami's perfect white teeth, licking all the way along the palate of his mouth. It enticed several more shivers, making Yami's fingers flex and twitch over his shoulder blades.

If he did this right, he could make Yami's voice penetrate his body just as deeply as he was doing to him at the moment, if not deeper. If he did it right, Yami's voice was shake him to his very core and kill him softly, leaving him reeling and hungry and desperate for more.

He threaded his hand through his baby soft, fine hair and grasped hard. It tugged but did not inflict any pain, the movement just sharp enough to get his attention because he needed it completely. A noise of acknowledgment, Yami telling him that he was listening if that was what he wanted, bubbled up into their mouths to be swallowed almost immediately. The smaller teen tangled his tongue with the other boy's and moved to situate the hand in his hair on his abs. He reveled in the way the bunches of muscle rolled beneath his touch with every buck he made or thrust Yugi gave.

He broke the kiss with a deep click of their teeth, an awkward accidental graze from his sudden movement, the hastiness of it too much to truly give either of them time to prepare to disengage. Yami let out a small growl of a noise and Yugi snorted in response, moving and tilting his head so that their foreheads pressed together. His palm traveled up to his chest and back again, humming at the feel of his muscles twitching and writhing in time with the gossamer touch of his heated skin.

He forced the sound of their skin slapping with every thrust to a low background noise, focusing entirely on getting the pitch, the words, the voice he wanted. It was something he needed, more than anything. He would get it, because he wanted and craved it. And he always tended to get what he wanted.

Especially when it came to Yami.

Work or not.

Of course…that would apparently be with orgasms aside.

He huffed and Yami burst out laughing. He exposed his neck more when he threw his head back and Yugi glowered with a pout. His blue-violet eyes were far from amused as he pursed his lips and then huffed, "Shut up, Yami! I didn't laugh at you when you came early!"

"I'm only laughing because that's the third time and you never even noticed!"

The smaller teen blinked once and found himself blushing furiously, stunned and mortified by the very idea. He really had not even noticed. But Yami…he realized, blinking wide eyes, had not come at all. What was wrong with…?

"Are you wearing a ring?" he demanded, twisting to see if the other teen had one. However, the familiar sight of his naked erection was what greeted him, beautiful as always. Yami had burst out laughing harder at his surprised expression as he turned back to him. "Then how the fuck…? I mean, you don't…and I haven't…Did you hire a stripper or something?"

Yami wrinkled his nose in avid disgust. "That's revolting and I'm insulted you would assume such a thing," he ground out from between his teeth, red eyes flashing with clear disdain towards the very idea. Yugi almost began to argue that it was normal, that sometimes that's what happened when a couple was apart. He wouldn't even blame him had that been case. As long as he was okay and it might have helped him, he supposed, though he would not deny it would hurt him far more than his simple fling with Mai had before they had gotten together. But then the reality of their relationship and the circumstances of the situation began to filter back into his mind, the simple name bringing them full force before him. Yami had grown up so differently from him, to the point that Yugi was almost horrified that he had forgotten this small detail. "No, I just want a reason to do it."

"And fisting didn't throw you over the edge?"

He barely managed to refrain from saying why. "No."

"Huh." Yugi moved to snap his hips and Yami let out a small, sharp growl of his name, the noise making his nerve endings pulse with something akin electricity. "Aw, for fuck's sake, again?!"

Yami burst out laughing again, the noise breathless but loud and Yugi found himself snickering in response. First it was a sneer of a noise that made the other crack up harder and then it mellowed into its usual affectionate timbre. He could not keep up his fake indignation. And he thanked the gods that Yami respected him enough not to be rude about it.

"What the fuck?" Yugi complained, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. The deep throaty rasp of laughter which came from Yami made him harden even faster. It was not hard to do with the way he was still inside of him and Yami still had yet to do much more than laugh, but it still happened. And thankfully the laughter was not aimed directly at him, more towards his obliviousness, to which even he liked to laugh. If Yami were to be a total douche about it like others might take the opportunity to be, he thought he might have lost it. It would have been one of those rare things that would have made him leave without a second thought. But it wasn't even his fault that it kept happening—it was totally Yami's.

Fucking asshole. Making him come early.

…Such a fucking asshole.

"Yami, this is not funny. How the fuck are you doing that?"

"I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet," he snorted, moving to kiss at his temple and giving him a clear show of something that he had noticed but not truly taken to mind, eyes widening. The other teen had been putting his chin to his chest at odd moments, seemingly randomly, with no pattern to decipher. But he make the connection now that it had been most often when he was…

"PC muscles," he ground out, narrowing his eyes into a glare of annoyance as his lips twitched in a furious smirk. "What the actual fuck, Yami?"

"Just testing them out," he laughed.

"Son of a bitch."

Yami moved to grab his hair and pull him down some to whisper in his ear. "Promescent," his voice purred in a sultry tone, a mere wisp of noise in his eardrum. He blinked and struggled to understand before his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide.

"You really fucking prepared for this shit, didn't you?" he spat, rolling his eyes and huffing softly. But there was no denying that the sentiment was actually somewhat sweet. It was the fact that he was willing to go through so much just to make sure he enjoyed his time with him the first night he had come home that made the irritation melt away. "Medication and muscle memory. How lovely. You sneaky little shit."

"I am, I am," Yami agreed, singing the words in his ear before laying his head back and closing his eyes briefly. "I refuse to come before you ravage my mouth and make my ass numb. I have standards."

"You're a fucking dick," Yugi laughed, unable to hide the delight in his voice. "Standards my ass. You're just a fucking dick."

"Well, let's hope I'm large and rigid and waiting."

Yugi swallowed away a moan in the back of his throat. He rolled his eyes affectionately, amused. The good thing about sex with Yami occurring so often was that he had much more stamina than most could boast. Orgasms could wind him, yes, but he also knew how to breathe in a way that did not impact his…performance, he supposed. Deep breaths helped keep him from becoming too exhausted. It was a good thing to know as Yami got impatient and pushy at times when he bottomed and Yugi grew too tired. The taller teen was insatiable at times, so it was not uncommon for him to get tired and have Yami flip them over to continue until he couldn't anymore.

It had been a long while since that had happened. He had found he could keep up as long as he was not distracted by one thing or another. It really only happened when Yami did not get around to doing something all day. When he did not get out or having something around the house to do, he always acted like a coil of energy when they got together again and they did so extremely often. The longest they had gone since getting together would have to have been the two weeks in which he was in America.

Otherwise one of them was at the other's house almost every day. It did not always turn into sex, but it did more often than not, because both of them liked the connection that existed between them in such moments.

Yugi liked the connection between when they were not trapped under the covers as well but he liked giving and receiving pleasure from the other boy. And he loved more than anything when they came at the same time, something that happened almost every time. He liked the noises, the whispers, Yami's voice curling in his eardrums. He liked how Yami's body responded to his, the arch of his back, the feel of wandering fingers. He liked the tightened grips, the loose hands, of the spiral which sent them both into deep sleeps later that were only interrupted by the sun or the other waking horny and desperate for more.

"You're a constant boner," he stated simply, amused and finding himself wanting to purr at the thought for a brief second. He snapped his hips and Yami moaned softly as he attempted to create a faster rhythm that would not tire himself out. "Question."

"Answer."

Yugi rolled his eyes; smartass. "So, if you took that Promescent thing and have PC muscle control going for you…?"

"I find it hilarious that you're worried about my flow rather than getting me to the point that I can't stop myself."

A small blush crossed his cheeks and he found himself glowering as he looked as the other boy, but there was no argument he could come up with. He was asking about it, after all, just as Yami had pointed out. Yugi shook his head and moved to suck on his neck once before bringing his face back to Yami's. Their mouths pressed together and his breath came out in a harsh gust from his nose as he worked to keep his tongue tied with the other teen. It was yet another good thing about his breathing. He could actually manage it around kissing if he concentrated enough, though it was tiring at times to attempt and Yami was not one to rush him so it worked well for both of them.

A hand moved to caress his jaw and the small teen trembled. His muscles twitched beneath his skin, heart pounding and flesh burning, an intense familiarity which came with the red-eyed boy's gentle touch. Fingers traced his face slowly and a tremble passed through them when he thrust a little too hard, egged on but knowing the limitations of the way they moved together. He did not want to hurt him and he could easily do that if he wasn't careful. Maybe if they used lubricant it would be easier to push until Yami all but shattered but dry was always more fulfilling. Being able to feel him wrapped around him so tightly and the actual permission to come inside of him without hesitation was beyond beautiful. It was such a powerful gift, no matter how many times they shared it between the two of them. Yami was, of course, slicked up with his earlier orgasms, but he still could not move as fast as he could have had he coated them both completely.

Yugi shook the thought off to caress his body with his fingertips, drawing the outline of his slender form and slim hips. The most subtle of curves greeted his fingers there, something he loved almost as much as he did everything else with the taller teen. The sensation was all too familiar and yet somehow it was always new each time their skin touched in even the most subtle of ways. He had already had his body beneath his a million times, moving under him, hands exploring his back, but the reality was that it was just as perfect the fifty millionth time as it was the first.

The deep throaty moans set the rhythm as they always did, the smaller teen repeating actions that Yami liked over and over until his moan was all but a long hoarse noise in the air. Then it would, beautifully, reverberate throughout his entire frame when he swallowed it whole.

Yugi only pulled his mouth away from the other's in order to lean his body back and settle on his knees with his left hand settled on his somewhat muscular torso. His right gripped his hip with a light and gentle bruising force, watching with a wild satisfaction as he moved in and out of him. With his head tilted slightly and Yami's hips raised at a slight angle, he could clearly watch himself there, where they were joined together. How odd was it that he loved the sight of it?

Then again, he was pretty sure in all those stupid books where a sex scene happened, the guy always loved to see where his skin was attached to his…lay's. Yugi did not ever think much of it but that he suspected more often than not it was because he liked the sight of his conquering more than anything else. And he could not call them partners or significant others or even spouses, as the only book he had ever read with a sex scene had almost been enough to put him off before meeting up with Yami. It had been a random hookup that lasted all of a page and then led completely into the almost unrealistic array of his sexual fantasies immediately after. And Yami had been thoroughly confused, wondering as to why he had such repulsion towards each bit of media with even the slightest hint towards such a situation.

Whenever he read or watched such things, it made him feel sick and horrible and overall disgusting rather than hot and bothered as it should have. His thoughts of relationships crumbled hideously, immediately, into nothing but piles of dust and ash. And then he would see Yami again and things would begin to build up beneath the surface, infuriating as they itched at his consciousness. They would linger for days, sometimes weeks, maybe even a month if he ever considered it that long, until they would finally fall away completely with the comfort of the older teen around him.

He allowed his eyes to flicker towards Yami once more, licking his lips as he saw the red-eyed teen toss his head to the side. A long, breathy sigh left his mouth as he settled more comfortably against the pillow, and the smaller boy recognized it immediately. Yami was getting tired, and that was the one noise he always let out when he was exhausted like that. He knew it from the nights that he had woken him up when he was aroused into being awake and he had kissed and kissed until Yami had finally responded to his touch.

Now the situation was completely backwards, if only because Yami had obviously been awake all day and had not managed to sleep in the meantime. He had to been up over twelve hours, and now he was growing exhausted and unable to keep his eyes open for much longer. In another situation he might have grown upset, even though himself inadequate, and he felt none of that now. He understood his boyfriend's growing grogginess. His need for sleep was impossible to ignore. And he also knew that if he were to pull away Yami would argue with him until he went back to his own pleasurable release. He would argue with him until he would eventually cave to his argument that it didn't matter if he managed to stay coherent in the meantime or not, just that he got relief.

"Darkness…"

His red eyes snapped open in artificial awareness. The center sparks of his irises gave away his feigned state with darker coloring that was out of place and made it look as if his pupils had bled into the other ring of his gaze with the bypass of the inner. But, even like this, groggy and disoriented and waiting for him to speak, he had to firmly ignore the pounding of his heart as his gaze seemed to sip under his flesh to lick through his blood and torture him in slow pulses.

"Just…ugh, keep going. I'll wake up in a minute."

Yugi nearly scoffed but rolled his eyes instead. "Whatever you say, Yami."

"Mmhmm, little game."

He rolled his eyes again but could not fight off that small twitch of a smile which crossed his lips and made him swallow thickly. He watched Yami closely for a moment, stretching himself out over him fully. He moved his hand down to his shoulders, bracing his fingers against his curved spine, and pressed his body upwards so that his chest nearly pressed against his. The movement was enough to jostle him though they both knew it would not wake him and Yugi pressed his lips against the taller boy's. The kiss was slow but passionate, with enough heat that it made Yami wake enough to continue his bucking against him as he wanted. The slender fingers made tight fists in the front of the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and his red eyes opened into hooded slits of bright red. His gaze came to him in sharp, stinging burns, telling him if he backed out of his promise minutes before he was going to kick his ass later in the morning.

Yami moaned and pulled harder at his shirt, arching into his mouth, giving and taking as much as he could both offer and receive. Their lips locked, tongues tangling, and sweat blended together between them as they moved together. His mind was slowly but falling into nothing more than a lustful state so deep that he could not do much more than remember their names.

And he only needed one of them.

Which was why it was the only thing that left his lips.

Over and over again.

"Yugi."

Blunt nails dragged down his ribs, enticing a low moaning gasp from the taller teen. He pulled back slightly, angling himself to thrust deeper within him, and felt himself melt in the glitter of burning dark red eyes.

Lips like satin traveled along his jaw, pressing and teasing and promising more if he could only stay awake. Teeth nipped at his earlobe and for only the briefest of seconds Yami wanted to beg him to stop and to keep going all at once. He wanted him to take until he had nothing more to give him, but give enough in return that he could no longer take.

"You with me, Yami?"

The violent shiver that passed through him at the sound of his own name gave him the only answer he needed. His nose pressed gently into the skin beneath his jaw, tempting him to continue, and Yugi licked his lip.

"Thank the gods," he murmured, moving enough to angle his jaw to the other's neck. His teeth scraped gently over the column there, coaxing a soft moan from him that resembled a mewl of pleasure. His tongue flickered out, wetting the skin from there and downwards, stopping at his collarbones to suck gently before giving a small nip that made Yami growl in contentment.

There was a single pause between them. It was uniform, something that had always developed between them, and the two of them shuddered together. Yami moved his hands to grab at his shoulders, slipping one hand into his hair as Yugi balanced his arms on either side of his ribcage. Fingers dug into his shoulders and lips crashed against his, both pulling and pushing and moaning, the sensation of being filled making his tired mind feel a little more alive.

Yami buried his face in his neck, somehow overwhelmed as he always was as they made love. His hands fisted his sweat-dampened hair and he felt him move further inside of him, going deeper and deeper until he could not figure out if he was moaning or mewling or simply chanting his name.

His mind forgot its tiredness briefly, a split second collision with the headboard making his senses spiral momentarily. The hard thrust made him cry out faintly, and his fingers sank into his flesh with bruising force as Yugi growled softly into his mouth. His neck was bathed in the hottest breath, his sweaty skin burning faintly. He forgot everything except him as they moved together and collided and breathed into each other, even that of his tiredness which weighed so heavily upon his limbs. He forgot the sting of his sore wrist which he knew would bleed little specks of blood all throughout the night due to his activities now with the smaller teen. It was just them, fire and need and raw curses spoken into the silence of a dimly lit room.

Lips trailed down his throat and the coil grew too tight, too bunched, but still it did not release as he had expected. He cursed PC muscles and Promescent, annoyed out of his mind that he was being denied the very thing he had been craving for two weeks.

Fire licked through his blood and Yami began to mumble something, possibly his name or perhaps a warning to slow down. Maybe it was even something or other because he was tired and needed to get it out of his mouth before he fell asleep. He pulled at his shoulders, grasping tightly at the fabric of his shirt, clawing at his skin beneath the fabric. His nails bit into the fabric, pushed into his skin violently, and he realized only what he was trying to force out after he took in the details of their situation.

Yugi was still fully dressed…

"Aibou…"

The smaller teen covered his mouth with his own, grumbling softly, "I hate this shirt anyways." He felt Yami's muscles tighten and clench around him, the other teen obviously trying to hold back some in order to give him the chance to pull the fabric off. But he did hate the shirt, something he had bought only to wear after dirtying his shirt on the plane with spilled soda, and getting bodily fluids on it was as good a reason as any to get rid of it.

Yami came at the same time as Yami did, moans of annoyance, laughter and strange awed bewilderment passing through their lips at once. He felt the thick ribbons hitting his shirt, pressing it against him for a split second, followed by several more and making him snicker in amusement.

"Promescent and PC muscles still a good idea, Yami?" he snorted.

Yami's eyes fluttered, half asleep and his voice soft. "Well, I'm exhausted. And it worked. Ass is numb." He paused and glanced at him for a moment before closing them again with a small sigh. "Totally a good idea."

Yugi snorted again and sat up straighter, reaching back towards his shoulders to tug the shirt over his head. He tossed it aside, moving to quickly kick away his jeans and boxers immediately after. Then he crawled under the covers with him, snuggling into his side and wrapping an arm around him, pulling him closer.

"Hey, uh, Yugi…?"

"Mm?" he hummed groggily, suddenly exhausted.

Yami pursed his lips slightly. "You're…on my side of the bed."

Blue-violet eyes opened into slits to stare at him incredulously. "What?"

"That side. It's mine. I like that side of the bed. I want my side back."

"The fuck?"

"It's my side!" he whined, glaring. "I want my side back! I've let you sleep on my side before because I was too tired to argue but I'm not too tired to argue for it right now and I want. My. Side. Back. Scoot!"

Yugi gawked at him. "You have got to be shitting me."

"No. Now fucking scoot."

Both of them stared at each other in the darkness and Yugi glowered as he took the pillow and smacked him across the face with it.

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

"No! My. Side."

"I knew I should have ravaged harder."

Yami burst out laughing and hugged him, Yugi snickering against his skin before snarling in frustration when he was rolled over suddenly and left on the other side of the bed. The taller teen immediately scooted over to his pillow and lay his head down, purring softly. "Fucking bitch."

"Don't be mean."

"Asshole."

"Yugi."

"I hate you."

"That has to be the sweetest thing you've said to me all night."

Yugi snorted and rolled his eyes before scooting closer, snuggling into him when Yami pulled him flush against him and laid his head on his chin. "Night."

"Night."

"…Yugi…?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Yami, what?" he groaned loudly.

"Love you."

The smaller teen snorted, smiling against his neck. "Love you too."

So, PC muscles and Promescent = tighter control over when he comes. I had to research that. It was kind of funny. I think I giggled around being embarrassed and making sure Google was on Incognito Mode LOL Anyways, I don't remember it all, but Yami tucking his chin into his collarbone and moving a couple of different ways is meant to stimulate the PC muscles which will stem the flow of an orgasm. Promescent is an oral pill (?) which a guy would take to make himself last longer. Yami did a combination of both to make sure that Yugi was satisfied with their reunion. Which, you know, is kind of crazy because Yugi is head over heels for him and would enjoy it even if Yami passed out in foreplay (although, he'd definitely stop and just lay down with him after that).