Lemon-scented chapter ahead. ;)

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Throughout the night, Yugi would twitch and cry out in his sleep, unable to surface from the dreams that haunted him, due to the pills that he had taken. And for every time that he would move or cry out, Atemu was right there soothing him back into a dreamless sleep with a soft word or gentle touch.

Yugi came back to consciousness with a cry. He couldn't remember the dreams, but the fear of something chasing him was still prevalent in his mind upon waking. His cry startled his sleeping partner into alertness with all the quickness of a glass of cold water.

"What the hell?" Atemu peered around the room, looking around for what had woken him from a deep sleep.

"S-sorry." Yugi mumbled, wringing his hands as he flinched at his crush's tone.

The taller racer's eyes softened when he saw the state of his little one. "It's okay Aibou. It's just a dream." Atemu reached out and smoothed a stray lock of blonde hair out of the boy's eyes. Yugi pulling back from the action.

"I know. I just…I'll be back in a few. I really need a shower." Yugi threw the covers off of his body and sprinted towards the bathroom. He couldn't handle the feeling dirty any longer. He was able to deal with it when the drugs were in effect, but now that they had worn off, he couldn't stand it. He felt dirty and disgusting. The small racer could swear that he could still smell the alcohol that Ushio was drinking.

Atemu followed him into the bathroom, looking around for razor blades and other things that the boy could hurt himself with. Once the older boy was assured that no danger was present, he allowed Yugi to take a shower. With the warning that the door was staying open a crack, and that he would be right outside, if needed. Atemu sat down on the floor, trying to give his little one some much needed privacy.

Yugi ran the water as hot as it would go, and began to scrub at himself hard enough to leave marks on his skin, agitating the wounds that he had received, and still he didn't feel clean. As he ran the shower, the memories that he had managed to suppress with the help of the pills, came back at him full force, driving him to his knees as he stood under the hot, cleansing water.

He stood under the water, sobbing and scrubbing at his body, until Atemu came and yanked him out of the tub, throwing a fluffy towel around his shivering form.

"That's enough, little one. You've been in here for a half an hour already. You've rubbed yourself raw. Breathe, Yugi. Come on little one, just breathe. It's okay. I'm right here." He held tight as sobs wracked the boy's petite frame.

"Come on; let's get you dressed, okay. One day at a time. Shhhh." After the episode was over, Atemu coaxed the boy back up off the floor and guided him to the other room, so he could get dressed.

Once they made it through that ordinary daily chore gone wrong, he coaxed his small lover into going downstairs to attempt to eat. Yugi just pushed the food around his plate, until Atemu gave up and took the plate away, along with his own. He coaxed the boy into a chair in the living room, thinking that maybe just something simple, like having the TV on as background noise would soothe him. Then he went on about the chores that needed to be done for the day. He stayed within hearing range of Yugi the whole time, in case the boy needed something, or the memories got too bad for him to handle.

Ryou watched the duo all morning long. After watching his smaller friend stare out the window, blankly, for two hours, he decided it was time to intervene.

"Yugi…can I speak with you privately?" He questioned hesitantly, not looking forward to this particular discussion. "Jou, maybe you had better hear this too. But only if you promise not to breathe a word of this to another living soul."

Jou nodded, holding up two fingers. "Scout's honor! I swear not to tell anyone!"

The small white haired crew chief led his two best friends out of the house, and back to the old wooden swing set that was at the edge of the lawn. He sat down in one of the swings and motioned for his friends to take the other two.

"Yugi…you do know why I asked to talk to you, right?"

The small tricolor haired racer nodded, deliberately looking at the ground. "I-it's because of what happened l-last night."

Ryou ran his hand through his long white hair. "Yes, it is. I think maybe you guys deserve to know how I came to be here. In this country…with Bakura."

Taking a deep breath, he began his story. "I was six…when my mother…a prostitute over in Britain…she decided that she would rather have the money that was offered to her…than to have me hanging around her all the time. She sold me to a man for drug money. The guy she sold me to was Bakura's father."

Jou gasped. "Son of a bitch!" Even Yugi looked up, startled, at that information.

Ryou smiled grimly at the words. "I was bought by a man whose only interest in life was to carry on his racing legacy…by way of his son, who was only seven at the time. Unfortunately, that man liked the boy's looks a little too much. But he didn't want to damage him…so he bought a substitute. Bakura wasn't even supposed to know about me. He found me by accident…All he wanted was to know where his father went after he was done pushing him to race harder, go faster, and beating him when he didn't. I was about nine when Bakura found me. His asshole father kept me locked up in a rundown studio style house for three years. I had a chain that would reach both rooms and the bathroom, but not outside. And the windows were nonexistent."

Ryou had slipped back into his memories. "I often wondered if I did something wrong. You know...and that what he was doing was my punishment…Bakura killed his father that night. He didn't mean to, it just kind of happened. He killed him and left him to burn in that house that he torched as he took me out of there. I know that this is probably a big shock to you…It took both of us a long time to come to grips with what happened that night. And it took me even longer before I was able to even think of having a normal night of sleep. Bakura has been my rock for as long as I can remember. He is the reason that I'm living today! Him and Atemu's father. If it wasn't for Atemu's father, I don't know where we would be now! He took us in, knowing full well what may have occurred between me, Bakura, and his father. Just know this, Yugi, no matter how bad things seem…it does get better eventually."

As Ryou looked to his smaller friend, he noticed that the boy had tears in his eyes. "Oh Yugi!"

"I-I'm so sorry, Ryou! I h-had no idea. You've b-been through so much! I hate people like that! They think just because you're s-smaller than them…that they can push you around. Force you to do what they want! God I hate people like that. I-It's n-not fair! I-it's not! Why…" Yugi lost his grip on the swing, landing in the dirt.

It didn't take long before the other two boys were on him, all hugging each other as tightly as they could. They offered comfort to each other, every single one of them coming from a background filled with some type of abuse. And as they sat on the ground talking about everything from what had happened to Ryou, to Yugi's experience with a certain doctor, to Jou experiences with his father, to the revenge that they would like to extract from all of their tormentors, the trio grew closer yet. And they provided each other with the best form of group therapy. The kind of therapy shared among friends, not the kind you get from strangers in a cold, sterile doctor's office.

The three boys stayed out by the swing set, until it was almost nightfall. Just talking amongst themselves. By the time they were finished, they knew every small detail about each other's hopes, dreams and fears. As they headed back to the house, Yugi had some optimism that, if he took life one step at a time, eventually things would get, at least somewhat back to normal.

"Hello Mr. Motou. No…Yugi's sleeping at the moment. Right. Okay, I'll give him the message. So you're going to be a couple more days? No problem…Yeah, we'll see you when you get in. Bye." Atemu hung up the phone.

He had been about to check on his little one, when the phone rang. So, being as he was closest to it, he picked it up. It was Yugi's grandfather, saying that he couldn't find the will at the cabin. Which meant that he had to see his old girlfriend, up in St. Louis. The race team had been there not four months ago. If Atemu had known that there was a will, and that he had been that close to it, then the last four months never would have happened. But he was glad that they did, for he would have never met Yugi.

As he walked into the boy's room, his eyes fell on the tube of antibiotic cream that Yugi was supposed to be using on his wounds…

The smaller racer was in the middle of drying his hair off, when a sharp rap sounded at the bathroom door. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he called out quietly "C -come in"

Atemu opened the door to the bathroom. As he walked inside, he glared at is petite lover. Opening his hand to show the tube of unopened cream to the boy, maybe he could explain why he hadn't been using it.

Yugi clenched his fists around the towel he was wearing. His heart skipping a beat. Busted! He flinched, taking a step back from the condemnation glowing in those exotic crimson eyes, wetting his lips with his tongue.

The older racer watched the boy's movements. Softening the look that he was directing at his lover, he asked "Why is this not being used, Aibou? This is supposed to help with the healing."

Yugi's gaze flitted around the room, not settling on any one thing, as the tears came to his eyes at the softly spoken comment. "I-I can't." He whispered, shifting from one foot to the other under his crush's intense gaze.

Atemu stepped forward and drew the shivering boy into his arms. His lips came down on Yugi's, drawing the boy out of reality and into a world with just the two of them. Small hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as Yugi attempted to keep his balance, leaning into the slow, luxurious kiss.

Pulling away to run his thumb over the boy's supple bottom lip, Atemu stated softly, "either you do it and I watch. Or I'll do it for you. Decide little one."

Yugi bit his lip against the fresh oncoming wave of tears. What his crush was suggesting was impossible for him to do. He stood there, hands curled into the older boy's shirt, trying desperately to think of a solution that he could work with, because neither option appealed to him. Both were pretty humiliating, and he had had enough of that in this life. The strong arms that held him tightened around his small form.

"Time's up Aibou. I have decided for you."

The statement, made so closely to his ear, that Yugi could feel the soft breath as it skated across his sensitive skin, caused him to look up in surprise. Just in time for those familiar, sweet tasting lips to cover his, taking him back to where he felt safe and secure. His hands tightened in the fabric of the other boy's soft black tee shirt as he once again fell victim to those talented lips. His cloudy mind barely registering when the towel dropped from his body.

Still locked into the fiery kiss, Yugi took a wider stance as he felt a warm hand come up between his legs, and start massaging a cool, creamy substance on the almost healed burns marking the insides of his thighs. After massaging him for a few moments, the hand disappeared. But Yugi wasn't interested in what had just happened; he was too lost in the feelings that his crush was bringing to the surface as he continued the slow, deep, erotic kiss.

Then that hand returned to its spot up under Yugi's body. This time the boy clearly felt the slender finger when it slid inside his abused entrance. The small boy gasped, breaking the kiss, to lay his head on the taller boy's chest, as that questing finger moved slowly in and out of his body.

As Atemu coated the boy's insides with the healing ointment, Yugi, with tears running down his face, tried to fight back the feelings that the other boy had awakened inside of him. He wanted this to continue. He wanted the other boy inside of him, to take away his visions and nightmares of the other night. To make him feel safe, secure, wanted. Oh god, how he wanted this strong, sexy icon to just take him in his arms and fight the bad memories back into a dark corner of his mind. He just wanted to feel this strong, muscular body moving against his, as his lover was buried inside of him. He just wanted and wanted, and oh god how he wanted…

"Shhh, little one, its okay." His crush whispered, finally removing that searching finger. "It's all over."

Yugi felt the towel being wrapped once again around his shaking form. The warm, calloused hand returning to its place beside the other one on his back, holding him safe and warm up against the lithe body of his crush, as he sobbed uncontrollably into the other boy's firmly muscled chest.

"It'll be okay, little one, someday. I swear it!" Atemu swore fiercely, trying to soothe his lover as the tears came to the corners of his eyes.

Just hearing the boy sob so brokenly was affecting him something awful. He had been there, to hold his little one when the nightmares became too intense and the boy woke up screaming. Every night for the past three nights, Yugi had woken in the grip of his nightmares of Ushio. Atemu was unable to remain calm as he watched his petite lover battle his inner demons.

"H-help me…please. I-I don't w-want to see h-him anymore. Please…do what you did last week. I-I know I said that I…I wouldn't ask anymore of you. But I can't take this! Please?" Yugi whispered into Atemu's shirt.

The quiet request almost drove Atemu to his knees. The question tearing him in two. Half of him wanted to scoop the boy into his arms and make love to him for hours on end. The other half wanted his little one to heal fully before even attempting the act. He kept up the soothing motion of running his hand up and down the silky, soft skin of the boy's back, as he questioned his already made decision.

"Are you sure little one? I don't want to hurt you." The racing icon was more than a little irritated at the way Yugi phrased his request. What, did the boy think that he wasn't worth the time or effort?

"P-please…I-I need you. I-if you d-don't want too, I-I'll understand." Yugi pulled away from his crush, thinking that the older boy didn't want to be with him.

Atemu blinked at the action. Nodding once at his small lover, he gently commanded "get some pants on and meet me in your room. We need to talk." Then the older racer strode out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

Yugi dissolved into tears. He was positive that he had pushed the star too far. After all, he had said that he wouldn't ask anything else of him. And yet here he was, asking the other boy to have sex with him again. He didn't blame the older boy; he wouldn't want that from him either. Especially not now that he was used…dirty.

Pacing the room while his petite lover dressed, Atemu was unable to understand just what was going through the other boy's mind. Spying the full length mirror on the closet door, an idea started to form in his mind. He wanted to know what moved the other boy. Why he acted the way he did.

"Y-you wanted to talk t-to me?" Yugi questioned timidly, as he shut the door to the bedroom behind him. A slight blush evident on his tearstained features. But he would not look at Atemu. He just stood there with his arms wrapped around his chest, looking small and vulnerable.

The older racer strode across the room with confident steps. Scooping the smaller boy into his arms, he walked back to the closet door, carrying his slight weight. Setting the little one gently on his feet, he turned them both to face the mirror. Confident crimson meeting tearful amethyst through the glass.

"What do you see when you look in the mirror, little one?" He questioned softly, not wanting to startle the boy. But needing to know the answer.

Yugi shrugged, looking anywhere but the mirror.

"No…I want you to take a good look and tell me what it is that you see. Please?" Atemu brushed his hand softly against Yugi's face, turning his head towards the mirror. Watching as the blush deepened from the contact. How truly beautiful his little one was.

Yugi fidgeted with his hands, swallowing thickly, before turning his amethyst gaze to the mirror, eyes roaming lightly over the familiar form. When he was finished observing his image, he lifted his liquid amethyst jewels to Atemu's fiery crimson ones. Atemu sucked in his breath at the sight, as their gaze met in the mirror. The amethyst eyed boy looked enticing, even with all of his insecurities. He was a predator's wet dream with his soft looks, his nonexistent confidence and those beautiful, vulnerable eyes. Atemu vowed, then and there, that he would never let another person harm this tiny angel that had fallen from the heavens right into his arms.

"What do you see little one?" He prompted again.

Yugi shrugged once more, turning his face to the side as the crystalline drops fell once more from his eyes. "I-I see a child…" He began. "A stupid kid w-who brought this on h-himself…by being caught out alone."

Atemu raised a brow at the comment.

Yugi swallowed the lump in his throat and continued his observation. "S-someone who's weak…who can't do a-anything without another to h-help him…not worth…not worth getting to k-know…a crybaby…worthless…"

By now the tears were rolling, unchecked, down his face to fall to the floor.

"That is what you see?" Atemu was incredulous. "My god, then you are missing the obvious!" He turned Yugi's face gently towards the mirror once again, forcing him to look at the image projected back at him.

"What I see when I look at you, is a gorgeous, courageous young man, with the most amazing eyes that I have even seen. Someone who is capable of so much more than they think they are. Someone who's racing ability is undeniable. Whose beauty in face and form is only surpassed by the beauty of his soul and true self… Someone who I would gladly spend the rest of my life trying to please."

Yugi's eyes widened at the statement. As he was speaking, Atemu's hands were wandering over Yugi's body, from his face, down his chest, to the waistband of his hip hugging black jeans. Causing the younger boy's sharp intake of breath, as goose bumps appeared wherever Atemu touched. As a shudder ran through the boy's petite frame, Atemu stepped forward, pulling Yugi's smaller body up against his larger, more muscular one, his eyes never leaving the amethyst jewels through the mirror, as he continued speaking.

"My god little one! You are so beautiful and so talented. If you believed in yourself half as much as your friends believe in you…as I believe in you, you could do anything you wanted in life. You have such a low opinion of yourself! Forget what that asshole said about you back then! He wasn't worth your tears."

"And Ushio…" Yugi flinched when Atemu growled the name of his rapist. "He will get what's coming to him. Nobody touches what belongs to me! I won't allow it!" Atemu hissed fiercely.

At Yugi's stunned look, he smirked. "Yes, little one, I'm talking about you. You consented to being mine the moment you let me touch you intimately." He whispered, leaning in to tug at a small earlobe with his teeth, his warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin, causing more goose bumps.

"As you wish, I'll remove the traces of his touch. But I want you to watch us. To see how good we are together. How well we fit! Try to see yourself as I see you."

Atemu brought a hand up to touch the large bulge that was forming at the front of Yugi's pants, to rub against it as he nibbled at the sensitive spot where the boy's shoulder and neck met.

Watching through the glass, as Yugi threw his head back, biting in his lip, amethyst eyes closed tightly, writhing against his body. Atemu brought his other hand up to rub against the boy's chest, teasing one of the small buds into hardness.

"You are mine, little one! And no one else is allowed to touch you like this. The way that I'm touching you now. This is permanent, so I'm asking you; do you want me…the way that I want you?"

Yugi nodded, his head leaning back against the older boy's shoulder.

"That isn't an answer, Aibou. I want an honest answer, from here." Atemu brought the hand that was teasing one of the small, rosy nipples over to the other side, where Yugi's heart was hammering in his chest.

"Open your eyes and look at me. Do you want this? This is not a simple one night stand, little one. I need you to understand and believe what I'm saying to you." Atemu ceased teasing the younger boy with his body, to wait for his answer.

Hazy amethyst eyes searched out, and found his in the mirror, as Yugi strained to catch his breath. "Please tell me this is real…that you're real. I couldn't take it if this was all a dream." Yugi murmured to the crimson eyed vision in the mirror, as a stray tear rolled down his cheek.

Atemu resumed tormenting the younger boy's swollen member, sliding a hand down the front of his jeans as he answered, just barely grazing the top of Yugi's arousal with his fingers. "Does this feel like a dream to you? I am very much real, little one."

The racing icon chuckled at the boy's sharp intake of breath. "Now, are you going to answer me so that I can make you scream in pleasure, or are you going to make me use other methods of torture to extract an honest reaction from you?" Atemu whispered, licking a path up Yugi's neck to nip at his earlobe.

"Ngh! I-I'll…answer! I don't mind this torture, as…as long as you don't do what you did…the other night." Yugi gasped out, writhing against the hands that were oh so softly pleasuring him. Reaching around to the older boy's backside and pulling himself back against him.

"If…if you will have me. Even after what happened…I'm all yours!" Yugi's voice raised an octave when Atemu gave a sharp squeeze to his length at the mention of what happened. Crimson eyes narrowing as he stared hard at the one who thought he had brought the incident upon himself.

"It will fade, my little light, my Aibou. I will love you so thoroughly that soon you'll not even be able to recall it." Atemu whispered, grinding his obvious arousal against the smaller boy's jean clad backside.

"I'm asking you one last time. Is this what you want? I know you're still injured, and I don't want to make it worse, but if my loving you will help to ease your fears, then I'll do it. I only want what's best for you. You are my world, little one." He murmured huskily, arousal evident in his voice and his movements.

"Please love me? Make me forget. Just be gentle, I can handle gentle." Yugi whispered back, his breath hitching as Atemu unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down to free the pulsing erection from its confines.

"Oh little one, I'll be so gentle. You won't even feel pain with the pleasure I'm going to give you." Atemu breathed, working Yugi's erection with his hand. The other hand, currently occupied with teasing the pale skin on the boy's stomach and hips. The smaller boy responding to every soft touch with coos and noises of enjoyment.

When he had his little one crying out, the boy's hands grasping at his backside, he rubbed a finger over the slit in the head. Yugi cried out again, panting harshly, as Atemu sped up his movements, tightening his hand with each thrust.

"Come for me little one." He murmured huskily against the boy's ear, his hand speeding up to match Yugi's frantic thrusts.

The younger boy was the very picture of erotic. Amethyst eyes closed tightly, his head thrown back against Atemu's shoulder, mouth open slightly as he panted in his pleasure. Lithe body moving against Atemu's hand, as the older boy rubbed against him from behind.

Yugi cried out loudly, as he came, milky fluid running over Atemu's hand. The boy slumped back against the racing icon, feeling the very prominent erection against his backside, through their jeans.

Atemu pulled the limp boy closer against his body and proceeded to relieve him of his jeans. When the pants fell to the floor, Yugi stepped shakily out of them. The older boy kicking them to the side. Yugi's blush returned when he came back to himself and realized that he was the only one naked.

Atemu chuckled, seeing the blush that stained his little one's features. If he had his way, that would be the only thing the boy would be allowed to wear from now on. The sight was adorably sexy.

"Relax Aibou, tonight is all about your pleasure. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are exquisite!"

Positioning the little one so that he had easy access, Atemu teased and tormented the pale, silky skin with one hand, and his lips, while he picked up a small tube that he had laid on the bedside table earlier. Squeezing some of the liquid out of the tube, he rubbed it around his fingers until they were well lubricated. He really didn't want to hurt his small angel any more than necessary. And he could still recall just how tight the boy was the first time.

Once he was sure that his fingers were slick enough, he placed one hand against the boy's stomach, lightly stroking the pale skin, feeling as Yugi's heartbeat quickened. Moving his other hand underneath, he cupped the boy gently to slowly slide his fingers back towards the boy's only entrance. Using feather light touches, he stroked the skin around the guarded opening, trying to soothe his little one before preparing him. He could clearly remember what happened the last time, when Yugi didn't understand what he was doing.

Watching in the mirror as Yugi's body untensed in stages, Atemu used the boy's facial expressions as a guide to know when to move onto the next step. When he saw that Yugi was biting his lip as he arched back against his hand, seeking the pleasure that he'd been shown once before, Atemu moved one slick digit into position, sliding up inside the tight channel. His entry causing Yugi to shiver in his arms. Even after what happened, his little one was still so responsive, so sensitive to his every touch.

He watched as amethyst eyes opened widely to connect with his through the mirror, a slight fear evident in those jewel-like orbs. Stroking the soft flesh of his lover from the inside, Atemu soothed his little love, murmuring words of encouragement and praise in his ears.

"You're doing fine Aibou. I know this is hard. Shhhh. I want to pleasure you until your screaming my name. Just like the first time we were together."

Yugi shivered as he felt the hot breath fan across his sensitive ear. He leaned back against his taller lover, rocking back on the finger that was moving inside of his body, causing his entire form to tremble with want. He pushed against the hand that was holding him tight, wanting to be free to move.

Atemu watched as the fear started to disappear, and his little one started to search for the pleasure that only he could provide. Moving another slick finger into place, he slowly worked that one in with the first on his next slow, deliberate thrust. This time he hit the spot that had Yugi trembling in his grasp, crying out his name.

"That's it Aibou! Remember how we were. How well you fit around me. So tight. So hot. God I'm so hard for you, it hurts." Removing the hand that held his little lover in place, he guided Yugi's hand up to touch his erection, which was still confined in his pants, groaning when the small hand started to rub him through his jeans, making them impossibly tight. Yugi's vivid blush deepening as he touched the older boy's arousal for the first time.

Atemu scissored his fingers, trying to stretch his little one, so the boy could accommodate him with little or no pain. But he was certain that any way he did this, it was going to hurt his petite lover. He knew that the boy was still tender and sore. After all, the doctor said that he had torn in one spot due to rough treatment and lack of lubrication. And Atemu didn't want to aggravate the injury any more than necessary.

He wrapped his arm back around his small lover, as he slid a third digit up inside his lover's tight channel, aiming for the bundle of nerves that made his little one forget himself. Repeatedly striking that spot, once he found it, Atemu held the boy close to his body as Yugi screamed his name, and arched back against him, trembling in his arms. Small hands were grabbing anything on Atemu's body where they could find purchase, as Yugi cried out over and over, each time his lover rubbed against his prostate, his renewed erection visible in the mirror.

"That's it Aibou! I want to hear your pleasure! Be as loud as you want!" Atemu whispered, removing his fingers and drawing a moan of disappointment from the boy in his arms.

"Please…Take me…Love me?" Yugi couldn't think coherently, let alone talk after Atemu's teasing.

"I already do." Atemu turned his lover around, kissing him thoroughly before lifting him and placing him gently on the bed behind them.

Quickly shedding his black jeans and kicking them to the corner of the room, Atemu kneeled on the bed next to his little one. He would so love to taste his small lover someday, but with the small boy's insecurities, he wasn't sure how he would react if Atemu were to even try. So maybe when the boy had a little more experience he would attempt it. For now, he had some nightmares to free his little one from.

Atemu claimed Yugi's mouth in an earth shattering kiss. Slipping his tongue inside to coax the boy's into a slow sensuous dance. Yugi's arms coming up to pull the older boy down on top of him, needing the contact to feel safe. Atemu rubbed against Yugi's smaller frame, tormenting his little lover with his slow undulating movements as he drew in for another passionate kiss, leaving them both breathless when they pulled away.

Pulling to his knees, Atemu took one of Yugi's small hands into his own and guided it towards his erection. "This is for you, little one. Would you like to prepare me?"

Yugi nodded. His face vaguely the shade of a ripe plum. "I-I don't know what t-to do, though."

"I'll help you Aibou. I don't want you to be afraid of me." Atemu said gently, pouring some of the liquid out into Yugi's waiting palm. Guiding the small hand back to his erection, he showed his little one how to give pleasure with just his hand.

Leaning into the slow, hesitant movements of that small hand, Atemu moaned softly. The sounds encouraging Yugi and in turn he stroked Atemu's length softly, but with more assurance. His movements speeding up the more confidence he gained.

"Okay, that's enough little one. Anymore and we'd be done for the night." The taller racer reached out and stopped his little lover. Yugi's face was beet red from embarrassment. He hadn't even done that to himself, let alone someone else. His posture was stiff and unyielding as the taller boy tried to lay him back down on the bed.

"Relax little one. I won't try to hurt you." Atemu smoothed a stray lock of blonde hair out of his anxious lover's face, looking into frightened amethyst eyes, as he covered the smaller body with his own. Yugi wrapped his legs around the older boy's waist, needing to be with him so badly that he couldn't wait any longer.

As Atemu positioned his length at the small boy's guarded entrance, he met with resistance, once again, as Yugi tensed up. "Breathe little one." He whispered as he claimed the boy's mouth in a drugging kiss, sliding his tongue inside Yugi's mouth as he slid his swollen length slowly inside his tight little body. Taking a firmer grip on the small, pale hips so that Yugi couldn't move, and hurt himself, as Atemu buried himself slowly inside the tight heat.

Ending the kiss, Atemu looked into his lover's tearful eyes. "It's okay Aibou. I'm right here. It's alright." He soothed.

Once he was fully seated inside the fragile body beneath him, he held himself still to wait for Yugi to adjust to his size. "God little one! You're so tight!" He panted against the overwhelming urge to move. "Are you okay?"

"Hurts. No! Don't stop! Please, I need you." Yugi sniffed as Atemu tried to pull out. The smaller racer stopped that movement, locking his legs around his lover's slim waist.

"Okay, if you're sure…I'm going to move now." Atemu whispered, his breath causing goose bumps to appear as it fanned over Yugi's ear. The smaller boy moaned in appreciation as his lover pulled out until only the tip remained buried within his willing body.

Then Atemu was sliding back inside, the movement causing sparks to shoot off behind Yugi's closed eyes as the boy felt himself being filled once again. Arching his back, he drew the older boy in deeper, silently begging for more. His hands clutching at muscular shoulders, as the boys' rocked against each other slowly, deliberately.

This was not about the act of sex. Not for either of them. It was about safety, comfort and love. One wanting to give, and the other needing to receive. Slowly and steadily, the two lovers slid against each other, sweat forming on their brows as they reveled in the feelings of their bodies pressed together so intimately.

"My beautiful little one, you are mine. Only mine. I love you so much." Atemu sighed as he pushed ever so slowly inside of his lover.

"I love you too." Was Yugi's breathy reply as he felt the overwhelming sensations of his lover filling him yet again. "Oh god I love you!"

Atemu kept his steady pace, drawing deeper in to his lover with the physical proof of his love. Then he was smoothly sliding back out of the tight channel. Yugi arching up to draw him back in, as he slipped out of his grasp. No awesome display of fireworks, only the consummation of a deep and lasting love between two souls who had been searching for someone to call their own.

"Ah! Atemu!" Yugi cried out when his lover hit that pleasurable bundle of nerves inside of him.

Atemu grinned despite himself when he heard his lover's cry. As he gently pumped inside of that small body, he ran his hands all over his lover's chest, setting Yugi's nerves on fire with all the sensations he was feeling. A nibble on a sensitive ear, or on that sensitive spot on his neck. A light touch to one of the hard buds on his chest, gently rubbing the little nub. All the while his older lover was sliding in and out of his body, with all the care that he had for the small boy.

Entwining his hands with Yugi's, Atemu lowered himself down so their entire frames were connected, the sweat forming on their bodies adding to the electric sensations that were currently shooting through their systems.

"Uh…so close. I…" Yugi cried as Atemu continued his motions, pumping gently into his small body. Not speeding up or slowing down, his actions staying constant so as to not hurt his little lover. Yugi tensed as Atemu drew out of him, and cried out as he felt every thick, swollen inch of the member moving within his body.

"Come for me little one. You can do it again. I know you can." Atemu breathed, pulling one hand down to gently stoke Yugi's erection from between them.

"I…AAAHHHHH!" As overwhelmed as the small boy was, by all the sensations, it didn't take much to send him over the edge.

Atemu groaned as the muscles clenched around him, squeezing his length. It didn't take long before he hit his climax. A couple more deep thrusts and the older boy was crying out alongside his smaller lover. His seed burning deep inside the boy's tight channel.

Holding Yugi tightly to his body, Atemu soothed his little love as his emotions ran away from him, and he burst into tears. "It's okay little one. It's okay. Shhh." Pulling out of the tight heat, he cuddled the boy close to his chest, soothing him with light touches and gentle words.

"I-I love you so much. Please don't leave me." Yugi sniffed once the storm was over, and he had his emotions back under control.

"I love you too, Aibou. And I'm not going to leave you. Nothing in the world could drag me away from your side. You need to believe me. And believe in yourself. I love you so much that it scares me sometimes." Atemu kissed away the last tear that was still clinging to the boy's face.

Both boys drifted off to a world of dreams, where, for once, everything was peaceful and pleasant. It was the first time in four days that Yugi didn't wake up screaming.

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