Yami sighed, flipping back on his back. "I didn't think the press junkets would start so soon." I frowned up at him in the dark. I just got him back, and now he is leaving again? What the fuck?
I saw the backlight of his phone wash Yami's face in a soft light. Suddenly, I heard ringing, then a voice. "Oh, Yami, it is sooo good to hear from you! I have you booked on a flight out Friday after your darling little school gets out." Yep, you guessed it, Yami called von Dickhead.
Frowning, I flipped over, pissed. I mean, he just got home!
"Ziggy, the only way I am coming is if Yugi can come too." I heard Yami state firmly into the phone. My eyes opened wide. I knew that tone. That was Yami's don't fuck with me tone. He wanted to bring me? I smiled.
"Well...of course." Ziggy hesitated before agreeing brightly...perhaps a bit too brightly. Things were starting to look up.
"Okay, I will talk to you more about everything tomorrow. It is late here and I am tired." A couple more fragments were exchanged, then Yami hung up the phone. Snuggling up to Yami, things were looking up. Yami wanted me with him. Things were going to be awesome!
()()()()()()
Sunday we just lazed around. Yami talked to von Dickhead and got all the plans figured out I guess, since he said we were flying out at 4 pm on Friday. I giggled, hugging him. He smiled at me. "Thank you." I whispered.
"For what?" Yami asked, looking down ay me, puzzled.
"For putting me first." I smiled as he leaned over me.
"First. Always. Forever." Leaning down, he kissed me. I swear, I will never get tired of his kisses. Moaning lightly, I wrapped my arms around him. There are definitely other things of his I will never get tired of either.
Smirking, Yami pushed me down laying flat on the bed. I gasped upon feeling his lips on my waist. Shivering, I looked up at him. Those crimson eyes just pulled me in as he kissed up my chest, stripping my shirt off as he started licking over a nipple. Arching my back, I urged him on.
He stared at me, running fingers over my other nipple, pinching and tweaking it until I was rock hard. "Yammmiiii..." I whimpered. I felt him lift his weight off of me, and then I felt him preparing me. Whimpering, I pushed back at his fingers, electricity shooting through my body. I wanted him so badly. Finally, after forever it seemed, he thrust into me. Crying out loud, I threw my head back, gripping the sheets. I guess he had missed me. Because he didn't wait, just set up a pumping motion as I grabbed my cock and started pumping it in time with his thrusts.
I felt the tingle shoot through me before I came. Grunting I clamped around Yami, feeling him shake and quiver soon after. Breathing heavily, I looked up at him. He smiled at me. "Aibou, how could I ever leave this?" Kissing my nose, he laid next to me. Snuggling up against him, I yawned. How could I refute that? It is awesome.
()()()()()()
Going back to school with Yami was nice...it was back to normal for me. People questioned him on what Hollywood was like. He met a couple people, but since principal shooting took place in Georgia, he didn't get to meet the whole cast...so what he knew and who he met was limited. However, he did get to work with Adam Lambert, so many fanboys and girls hung on Yami's every single word. I smiled, proud of him.
Walking between classes, on the way to lunch, I was jerked into the gym under the bleachers. I was slammed into the wall, my head hitting it and stars exploding behind my eyes.
"Listen you little dickhead, I didn't forget what you did to me in the beginning of the school year." The voice hissed, but was familiar. Opening my eyes, I frowned. What the fuck? Why the hell is Zorc still mad? I thought we had moved past all that bull bull.
"So, here is how the fuck you are going to pay me back. Your little faggot boyfriend is becoming all popular and shit. I better get VIP passes to that movie of his coming out, AND get to meet Adam Lambert, or your asses won't be the only thing of yours being pounded, you got it?" Zorc's eyes burned with fury.
Gingerly, I touched my head. No blood, that's good. I nodded. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." Zorc grunted, heading off. Yami's popularity was certainly causing me problems. Frowning, I headed off to lunch as a splitting headache descended on me. Awesome, I have to act all normal because I have lunch with Yami. Yippee.
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I spent the rest of the day figuring out how to get some VIP passes from Yami. I couldn't very well explain why I wanted them, or Yami would go all ballistic and try to fight my battle for me. I didn't need him to do that for me for various reasons, and besides, sounding from the conversation he was having, his day wasn't going much better than mine.
"No, Seto, I DON'T want Atem staying with us. I don't care if he is our only other cousin!" Yami pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes shut. "You were the one who invited him over here, you deal with it!"
I looked in confusion at Ryou and Bakura, who had come over to eat dinner and finish a project. Ryou kept his eyes carefully averted from me...well, from everyone, really, while Bakura looked angry. "What am I missing?" I whispered.
Bakura glared at me, saying nothing and encouraging me to do the same. After a few more exchanges occurred betwen Yami and Seto, Bakura stomped out. Ryou just kept quiet, sitting down at the table. I crept over to the door separating the kitchen from the dining room, and peeked in.
"Because, Seto...then I am the one that has to deal with the bullshit Akeifa pulls. I don't have time for it for once, so it is about time you fucking deal with it!" I watched as Yami furiously hit the end button, pacing in the living room. Bakura walked in, whispering something angrily to Yami. Yami whispered angrily back. The whisper fest kept up for another few seconds.
"Akeifa is why Bakura drinks." Ryou said quietly to my back, voice echoing in the empty kitchen, though his voice was barely above a whisper. I turned around, confused.
Sitting down, I looked at Ryou. "I am confused. Who is Atem and Akeifa?" I asked gently.
"Atem is Seto and Yami's cousin and Akeifa's husband. Akeifa is Bakura's brother. Bakura blames Akeifa for their parents' deaths."
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"Because..." said a gruff voice from behind me. I spun around, gasping in shock. Standing in the doorway was a silverhaired version of Bakura, but with a scar over his right eye. "I was the drunk who crashed into mom and dad."