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My Naga: Age 16
"You're parents seriously got you a car?!" Yami exclaimed enviously through the phone, feeling the phone nearly slipping from his grasp with the news.
He could hear the smirk in the other teens voice as he replied. "You better believe it. They said I can get it painted tomorrow since it's a holiday. You'll never guess what color it is and what color I'll destroy it with." Yugi chuckled in a teasing, sexy, voice that made Yami blush and thank the gods Yugi couldn't see him.
"Well," He stalled, leaning back in his swivel chair and making his was away from his desk. "From what I know about you, you're going to paint it red. And since I know your parents are cheapos, it's a yellow used car." He said, hitting the nail on the head.
"Pinpon! You win a loyal Yugi, he'll sass you until you can't stand it and come over to your house calling your parents Mom and Daddy-chan!" Yugi teased with a snort, not being able to hold his own laughter. But Yami only swooned at the noises he heard over the phone, finding everything about Yugi painfully sexy as of late.
Yugi had grown over the years, and so had Yami, (in more places than one.) His lower half was now a stunning length of fifteen feet on it's own. He only needed three feet to slither around upright; the rest he used for Yugi when he was too lazy to walk, or was just down right taking a nap on their way to school. They'd been close friends for at least seven years now; but only five of those years had been platonically friendship bound. Now that Yami had gone through puberty, his tail had gotten bigger, with harder scales to protect himself, and his teeth had become long and sharp like his father's. His once slightly round crimson eyes were now narrow and a bit more demonic looking.
The girls at school would say he awlways looked like he was trying to seduce them to death, but in reality he wasn't even looking up their alley. That was another thing about puberty. Apparently instead of getting pimps, crooked teeth, and glass, he got sexy.
Yami had grown out of his shy and timid phase four years back. Now a days, people liked him and wanted to be close to him; some of the girls even gave him their numbers. But the slips of paper filled with digits and contacts would end up in Yugi's hand, ripped up, and then sent to paper hell. (A.K.A. the trash can.) But Yami didn't mind, he only wanted Yugi. Yugi always made everything better no matter what the situation.
He even made Yami accidentally eating his own guinea pig a good thing. He said, "Well, now that he's in guinea pig heaven he wont have to wait for your parents to drop it to get a nice shot of tequila." That joke made Yami laugh so hard his parents thought his guinea pig had come back to life; which only caused Yugi to tell more jokes that had Yami forgetting about the sadness of his pet's death in no time.
Yup, Yugi was all he had, and all he'd ever wanted; he didn't need anyone else.
"Lucky me, I couldn't imagine anything greater." He said truthfully over the phone, his voice getting soft as he thought over his reply and how intimate it sounded. Although Yami's face had flushed considerably, he still noticed the other end go silent for a few moment, making Yami worry. "Yugi?"
No immediate response came. Yami was ready to call out to Yugi again when his best friend's hushed voice spoke to him seriously; something rare. "What if you could get something greater? What would it be?" He asked, being patient as he waited for Yami to answer.
Yami shrugged though. "I don't know, a scholarship?" Yami chuckled light-heartedly, trying to change the subject.
But Yugi was stubborn, more stubborn than him in fact. "From me, you baka for brains." Yugi stressed, not finding the situation funny. "What can I give you that'd make you happy?" He asked somewhat shyly, his stubborn attitude just making it sound like he was pouting.
Tilting his head to think, Yami looked up at the ceiling, drawing up blanks everywhere. He shook his head. "Nothing really, I'm just happy being with you—" Yugi tossed that junk to the side and bust out with it, not giving a damn anymore.
"Would you want me to kiss you?" He asked bluntly, making Yami's heart stop for a full two beats before it exploded back into motion. His cheeks became inflamed, his eyes wide with shock and his fingers, digging in his ears searching for a clog of ear wax. The search in which he found not even a nail full of the sticky substance.
"I'm sorry can you repeat that?"
"Would kissing you. Be considered. A greater prize?" He clarified slowly, so as not to repeat himself again. He knew Yami was in shock, it was to be expected. But to pass up an oportunity to see if he liked him or not was not only intolerable but unacceptable to the highest offence.
Yami opened his mouth to speak, but then he closed it thinking better one what he was prepared to say. "Yugi, if you're being dared to say this stuff—" He began doubting Yugi on his intelligence. He couldn't help it, this was an impossible dream come true!
But before he could say much else he heard a loud thump through the phone. "This is not a game Yami! I want to know!" Yugi growled in annoyance, making the Naga lift his phone away from his ear; the pitch of the yelling making his ears ring.
The Naga frowned, not liking where this was going. Though it was going in a good direction for Yugi, he wasn't sure about this being good for himself. Had Yugi found out he liked him? Would this change how they felt about eachother, how often they spent their time together? "If I had the chance...I would. But we're just friends right? There's no reason for us to do that." Yami tried cautiously, trying to reassure himself that Yugi wasn't trying to kid him.
Thankfully he got a quick answer. "Yami, I don't want to be your friend anymore, I—" Click.
Yami's jaw dropped when he found his finger on the end call button. Ohhhh shiit. "No...no, no, no...Ra no!" His chest rose and fell frantically as he began to panic. The menu screen on his phone staring back at him mockingly as he realized his doom.
If he had learned anything by now, it'd been don't hang up on Yugi Muto. He could feel Yugi's foot going right up his scaly ass now. And if he called back he'd only get cussed out over the phone. But, maybe he was expecting it? If he didn't want to be Yami's friend anymore than he wouldn't be mad right?
The very thought that this relieved him made him sick. He didn't want Yugi not to want to be friends with him anymore! They'd been together forever why would he leave him now? Was it because he was gay? Or because he didn't really like him that way? Yugi didn't seem like the type to jump to conclusions so easily, so most of thos reasons didn't make sense.
So why?
Fearfully, Yami placed his phone on his desk, slithered away from the now useless phone only to flop on top his bed and pray that Yugi didn't kill him when Yami went back to school. 'Cus he sure as hell wasn't leaving the house now that Yugi's sniper rifle might be set up. That red dot was just lingering on the back of his head, waiting for him to make another bad move.
When Yami woke up the next morning, the danger of his situation wasn't realized immediatly.
His morning routine was the same. He wiped his eyes of the sleep at their corners and lazily combed his fingers through his hair. The tangled treces snatching his fingers and making him tug the small appendages away slackly, waking and making him more alert. After realizing it was a holiday, he resigned to curling back into his covers and begged his conscience for a bit more sleep.
But, by the sound of the door opening slowly, he knew he wasn't getting that relief. "Yammmi," The Naga stiffened at the sound. His only human friend's voice recognizable even in the most sound of sleeps; and judging by his slow low voice, he wasn't sure if he wanted yami to hear him or not. So Yami lay there, not saying a word. Anything could happen either way. If he stayed still, Yugi would either leave and wait for him to wake; or he'd stab Yami for hanging up on him. If he woke up, Yugi would confront him, or he'd stab Yami in the chest for not calling back!
"Yami, I know you're awake. Your damn tail flicks around when you get nervous." Yami could hear the roll of Yugi's eyes even without looking. Face palming and sitting up slowly, he gave Yugi a sheepish grin.
"I guess I shouldn't trick someone who's known me so long they probably know what my tonsils look like." He tried, lightening the mood just a bit. The corner of Yugi's lips twitched but he still look a bit mad; maybe even a little disappointed.
"You hung up on me last night..." Yami nodded, not wanting to make excuses; he knew that'd only get him in more trouble. "Why?" He asked softly, tilting his head to look at Yami in a new perspective. His gaze on Yami told him he was trying to be understanding, because he also didn't want this to turn into a fight.
The Naga teen sighed and slither out of bed before arching up on his tail, standing only presicly twelve feet away from Yugi. "It's really not a believable truth to tell, I'd rather you just yell at me save yourself some wasted time." He admitted groggily, his crimson eyes still narrow with drowsiness.
But Yugi's suddenly narrow violet eyes told him he wasn't getting off like that. "Yami I've known you for—like—ever, I know when you're lying and when you aren't, just tell me what happened and I'll judge your honesty accordingly." He reassured Yami softly, coming closer in his confidence. Yami flinched back when he came closer, but he relaxed again when Yugi stopped moving five feet away from him.
Even so, Yugi looked at him with great confusion. "Why do you keep backing away from me? I wont hurt you..." He said softly looking Yami in the eyes with his slightly hurt eyes. And just like Yugi could tell he could tell he was telling the truth, so he relaxed.
"You said you didn't want to be my friend anymore..." Yami whispered sorely feeling a bit abandoned and confused. If Yugi really hadn't wanted to be his friend anymore, why come to his house like this?
Yugi's soft expression left him and an annoyed pout replaced it. "Well if you hadn't hung up the freakin phone maybe you would have heard what I said after that. Why in the hell would I ever tell you I didn't want to be your friend anymore after all the shit we've been through when you've done nothing wrong!?" Yugi shouted, lowering his voice only when he remember that Yami's parents were still home and didn't approve of cussing in the house.
To Yami it just sounded like Yugi was yelling at him for being stupid enough to believe he would ever leave him like that. And in truth it was very stupid and nothing could come close to it. Yugi and him had been inseperable ever since they first met; hell they only had two other friends besides eachother and those two were easily desposable next to either one of them leave the other. "I'm—I'm sorry..." whispered Yami softly, not knowing what else to say. He hadn't ment to do it. It wasn't something he'd planned on, if anything he wished he'd heard more of Yugi's voice in his ear that last night.
Yugi stood there for a minute, watching Yami fold into himself in shame, that little nine year old coming out of him again. "Don't say your sorry." He began, getting closer until he was right in front of Yami and could see the way his hands shook from his nerves. "Fuck I'm sorry. I want you to defend yourself, like I taught you. Tell me why it happened so I can't yell at you anymore." Yugi demanded, refusing to let Yami fall back into the same pattern as when they were in grade school.
Yami lifted his head slightly to look into Yugi's pleading eyes. He hated making Yugi the bad guy, he didn't want to fight back. "I—I can't...it's not a good enough explanation—" He whimper until Yugi's hand cupped his cheek and he stroked the skin there, fretting over how hopeless Yami sounded. His own eyes were starting to tear up into an indigo abyss.
"Yami, I'll believe you, whatever it is. If a dragon flew in and snatched your phone then dropped it on the concrete, that's ok. If your mom came in and hung up the phone, ok. If you clicked the damn thing on accident with your tongue alright—!"
Yami exploded. "I was scared!" He yelled, shutting his eyes. "You said that you didn't want to be my friend anymore so I accidentally clicked the button on reflex, I didn't know I'd done it until I couldn't hear your voice anymore. You're all I have Yugi. Without you I'm as useless as all of those knickknacks your mom has in the attic. I didn't call back because I knew you'd be angry with me, I thought you'd want to hurt me or something, since you no longer wanted me as a friend." He admitted shamefully, tearing up in spite of himself and covering his face with his hands, sobbing.
Yugi frowned at this though. Slowly, he wrapped his smaller hands around Yami's, gripping them gently before pulling them away from his face. Yami's eyes still lie closed and tears bubbled down his cheeks as he tried to contain his sobs with soft whimpers and sniffles. Keeping Yami's hand on either side of them, leaving them out of the equation, the sixteen year old leaned up on Yami's figure and he connected their lips with only a push of his tiptoes.
Yami's whimpers ceased and his sniffles became less and less, as he came to realize his place within the kiss. He whimper again, but only when Yugi licked his bottom lip, begging for entrance. Yami denied it to him however, not knowing what to do. Yugi caught onto this by his rigid stance and body language and worked it out to give Yami a little help. He pulled back only to peck Yami's lips slowly, letting Yami melt so their hands fell away from each other. When opportunity knocked the boy found himself pulling Yami by his head to get closer. Mashing their lips together to make Yami open up.
In the end, Yugi had to bite Yami's lip to get his consent before plunging his tongue into his cavern.
Electricity rushed them like two bullet trains taking trips from their central nervous systems, down their spines, and to their tailbones only to whirl around and head straight for their crotches. They both moaned into the space between their lips but quickly went back for more of that shocking pleasure. Those gates and boundaries they'd set up together as friends cam crashing down with their intensive need to be closer.
For a time Yugi dominated the kiss, licking around his Naga's tongue with seductive wispy flicks that made his scaly partner moan. His hands boldly sliding down the larger teens form to skim his fingers along that line where his torso met his tail, only smirking when Yami's tail wrapped around his form slowly; loving the treatment given to it. But after such a daring move, Yami figured he could try at being dominant as well.
As soon as he'd started pushing back against Yugi's tongue and wrapping his whole snake like tongue around Yugi's small plump one, he'd succeeded. Yugi withered at his mercy, his arms becoming limp at the Naga's shoulder while his tongue was milked of saliva. Even when the need for air knocked at their doors they couldn't bear to part, they were too entranced in their private session. The Naga even went as far as dipping Yugi backwards trying to get closer. Yugi was nearly a mess by now, his arms refused to wrap around his lover like he wanted, and his head lolling back only made it easier for Yami's tounge to intoxicate him into joining in.
They were willing to keep going until they were blue in the face, but when they heard someone clear their throat, their eyes burst open to see Yami's mother at the door. Her arms crossed and her rattle shaking behind her. In shock, Yami accidently let Yugi go, but Yugi was quick in grabbing Yami around the waste. His legs still wrapped up in Yami's tight hold. "Uh...hi mom..." Yami said cautiously, feeling her motherly authority sinking in on him.
Her lavender eyes looked the scene in front of her up and down and then she gave Yugi a sly look. "So, is he feeling better now? You said he was upset with you...but I don't see it." She directed the comment at Yugi who flushed and hid his face in Yami's lower torso.
"Yes, everything's fine now, we were just making up..." He answered in a murmur.
She smirked, shaking her head so her blond locks waved about on her head. "Well I could see that! Anywho, I just thought you boys might like some breakfast so I was coming up here to tell you it was ready, but," she looked to her son and then down to his tail wrapped firmly around Yugi's legs, eliminating escape. "It seems my son is having a Yugi for breakfast"
"Mom!" Yami complained, his cheeks getting hot. Mai Takahashi chuckled softly, waving him off.
"It's alright, don't let me interrupt you and your 'adult activities'."
"Mom!"
"I'm just teasing my little T'ami-chan." She cooed with a pout, calling Yami by a nickname that only made his cheeks go dark maroon. He could feel Yugi chuckling into his stomach at the nickname, the sound bouncing off his abs, the sound compaired firmly with childish laughter.
"Mom, please, go."
"But I'm having fun." She said innocently, batting her eyes lashes.
"Mai!" Yugi's father called. "What's going on up there? Is everything alright?" He asked quickly in his concern.
She smiled down the hall. "You're sons trying to get laid! I told you he was just like you! You didn't believe me!" She shouted, chuckling softly.
Yami blanched and all of a sudden he felt sick. "I'm not trying to get laid!"
"Make sure you use a condom and keep quiet, I'm trying to watch the news! Gambaté!" Yami's dad's wish of good luck only made Yami anime fall into the floor, regret roaring through him like a fierce river.
"Yugi?"
"Hm?" He hummed, squirming slightly under Yami's weight; since he'd fallen ontop of him in his utter disbelief.
"Can you kill me? Pretty please?" He said, trying to shield himself from the embarrassments known as his parents.
Yugi smiled softly and wiggled up to kiss the tip of his nose. "Nah, 'cause if I do that, I can't be your boyfriend like I wanna be." He proved his point, pecking Yami's lips.
Yami sighed tiredly and kissed him back as well. "You say such wise romantic things and yet it's the wrong time."
Yugi pouted. "The only wrong place to say I love you is in a hospital Yami, pretty sure this isn't the same situation."
"Hmm," Yami hummed, ignoring his mother now. "Do you love me then?" He asked, feeling lucky as Yugi's face changed into a ripe tomato.
"...Yes."
"Then say it."
"I love you, Yami." He admitted softly, boosting the Naga's ego and making Yami purr. "Do you love me?" He asked back, seeming to expect the same answer.
Yami smiled and kissed his forehead before snuggling into his body. "I love you more than you'll ever know." He whispered huskily, making Yugi shiver slightly underneath him before smacking him in the head. Yami had expected that though and just smiled.
"Stop using that voice, its too sexy for your face." Yami pouted. Same old Yugi, dating hadn't changed him one bit.
"I dare you to try it then, you're a freakin chibi-tan anyway." Yami murmured begrudgingly into Yugi's chest. He only said it out of his own bitterness. But he didn't expect to have the tables turn on him as soon as it'd been said.
Yugi rolled them both over with his efforts high and mighty before pinning Yami down. He looked down into fearful crimson eyes with his as his bangs came down around his face and he smirked. "Call me 'chibi-tan' again and I'll rub that spot on your tail that makes you giggle like a girl." He threatened huskily, leaning down until he was centimeters from Yami's face. His smolder deepened into dark hues of indigo and his smirk grew softer; almost seductive.
Yami's blush was out the wazoo and Yugi's smirk only grew. But when they saw the flash of a camera and heard Mai shout her victory, all hell broke loose. The teens untangled themselves and ran after her.
The rest of the day was spent trying to get the incriminating, embarrassing, photo back. Unfortunately for them, that picture would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
Cliffy~
Wasn't that cute? And smexy... I'm a pervert! #^#
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