A/N: This chapter is on the smaller side but mostly because the way I want to start the next bit I feel would be better as a brand new chapter, rather than semi-taking away from the feelings in this chapter. BUT I know you all like smut! So *shrug*
As always, love to hear your feedback! Comments give my life!

Atem

I feel so hot.

These clothes are insufferable. Every change in volume of the TV is both exciting and irritating. On the one hand if it is loud enough it may wake Yugi, and on the other… it may wake him and then maybe he will touch me.

I could wake him myself but he was quite tired and upset, he deserves some peace.

Must he sleep on my lap though? So close to me and yet so far.

I lick my lips, swallow a heavy lump in my throat and breathe out. I feel so hot.

I can't quench this need to move for every shift makes his hand move. Even just a little.

I want him to touch me so badly. How I desire to wake him from his slumber, to tear off these offensive fabrics and rub my body all over his. His skin which is so soft and so hot. His touch that electrifies my nerves. I want to feel him move with me. I want to taste his flesh and the essence of his lust. I want to hear him breathe and moan and gasp.

I chew my lip and imagine it's his teeth biting me. He would not bite me hard. He is too pure. Too kind to bring me pain no matter how much I desire it. Oh how sweet it would be to feel him punish me. Or to feel him praise me. Whatever he deems necessary.

I need to move!

But he's so … peaceful.

He wouldn't mind… no. No. It doesn't matter. It's not a matter of whether he would mind, he needs rest.

I really need to move though. I have far too much energy to just sit here, wanting… wanting so much to feed.

"Mmmmnnn" He moans softly and I wait on baited breath. Is he waking? Can I disturb him? Can I request he touch me…?

He shifts a little bit and I remain hopeful. He will open his eyes, he will smile at me and I will capture those beautiful lips with my own and run my hands down his body. He will moan for me again and allow me to take my fill …

He settles back down … and doesn't move …

Damn it!

Yugi wake uuuuupppppp!

I chew my hand, screwing my eyes closed and curling my toes. I so badly need to either wake him up right now or climb the walls!

Climb the walls! I could do that.

It's dark now so it is too easy for me to gather some cushions with my shadow and carefully, extremely carefully, replace me with said cushions. He sighs and groans, and for a brief moment frowns but soon relaxes.

I hover nearby as nothing more than a shadow… a shadow he called beautiful… and I feel relieved to be free. My clothes are flattened under his head and draped where I had filled them, but he sleeps unperturbed from my switcharoo.

Now though I can race! I can swiftly lunge from wall to wall, skirting the roof, circle the light that remains off. I can jump from shadow to shadow until I see a little game forming. How many shadows can I jump into before I must start again?

I race up and down the hall, testing how fast I can reach one end of the apartment to the other. I make a game of this too. If Yugi were in danger, how quick can I reach him? 2 seconds is too slow. Must reach for 1.

After a while I find myself in his room, circling as fast as I can on the roof.

This is nothing compared to the sensations of fucking him, but it is working to tire me out. After a while I land upon his bed and spread my shadow over every inch of his sheets. They're just as they were this morning when I left. His scent remains, but it lacks his warmth. It lacks the sound of his panting and his moaning. It lacks him.

I hate it.

Every crevice, every hill, every hitch of the fabric. Every inch that isn't him. It mocks me. But I must contain this frustration. It was wrong and impulsive of me to tear into Shadi's furniture - I will not let this aggression destroy Yugi's.

But I need to rip into something! I need my core to be scratched and satisfied! I need my entire being to be drowned in ecstasy that I can no longer breathe!

Distress!

Yugi!

I don't waste time racing through the apartment. Instead I gather my shadows and teleport before him. There is no other presence here besides his own but still he sleeps restlessly. His breathing is quick, he is frowning and moaning. They would be sweet were they not frightened. His fists are curled tight and his heart is beating rapidly.

Yugi.

I run myself through his hair while gently brushing over his cheek and shoulder. He does not calm though. In fact he moves his head sharply from me and clutches tightly at his clothes, a small whimper spills from his lips.

If I wake him like this I will frighten him. I'd prefer this freedom but for his sake I pull myself together and into my human form. Something more recognisable should surely soothe thim.

"Yugi." I sing his name softly and squeeze his shoulder. I lay soft kisses upon his clenched hand but he does not wake. "Yugi."

"Nnn - nno…" He breathes harshly. I must wake him.

"Yugi." I say louder, this time sliding my hands under him enough to lift him.

"No!" He gasps suddenly and kicks the couch to push himself away. I lean back, hands spread wide to show I mean no harm. He is wide eyed and breathing quickly, but he is quick to recognise me. "Atem!"

He sighs and pets his face, running his hands through his hair. I feel his agitated soul beginning to calm but it might take a moment. He is quite shaken.

"It's alright. I'm here." I say soothingly, reaching over to stroke his cheek. He eagerly leans into my touch and I must fight the thoughts that threaten to ruin this moment. I desire so much to test where else he would let me touch him… if I might distract him with other things…

No. Behave!

"What time is it?" He asks, giving the room one more look around.

"Past 8…" I say quietly, biting my tongue down hard lest I say what else is on my mind.

"Oh… I should make us some dinner. Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

Fuck!

I didn't mean to say that. I certainly didn't mean to growl it. I definitely didn't mean to rub up against him and purr for the softness of his skin and the heat of his body.

"Ah hah, Atem." He laughs softly. With a gentle push of my shoulders I reluctantly follow his silent command and wait. He searches my eyes with the sexiest smirk upon those desirable lips. Lips I wish he would use to explore my body.

He pushes on me again and this time I am powerless as he climbs upon my lap. He looks down at me and I gaze up upon him. He is the most beautiful thing ever to grace this world. It is remarkable how easily he soothes this raging inferno within.

"I have made you wait too long, haven't I?" He whispers softly. His fingers comb through my hair and his nails lightly scratch my scalp. I purr and melt to his touch, turning into jelly almost immediately. "What do you want me to do?" He asks softly.

"Anything you desire, my master. I am your willing slave available and waiting for whatever you want to use me for." The words fall so easily from my lips it is like they are not my own. Never in my existence have I so readily given myself to anyone, but for him - he may do whatever he wants to me so long as it brings him pleasure.

"In that case." He whispers and nibbles on the lobe of my ear. I gasp and shudder and wrap my arms around his waist to keep him close. His breath makes me shiver and already I am yearning for more. "Follow me to the bedroom, strip down and wait."

"Yes my master." I breathe a happy, relieved, elated sigh. I have been so restless and yet so patient. Finally it pays off!

I follow his command to the letter. I followed him obediently down the hall, allowing him to drag me by the hand. As soon as we cross the threshold he let me go and rather than manually stripping down I briefly dropped my physical form only to form once more, bare and ready and waiting upon his bed. I sit on my knees, keeping my hands firmly upon my thighs and wait, just as he wanted.

He watched the entire thing without saying a word, stunned and it takes him a moment to blink away his surprise.

I adore how nervous he feels. He has never been in a situation of such power before and it is a treat to watch him stumble for the right thing to say or do. It does not bother me. I know he will do just fine and anything he wishes I will comply. I want to serve him, I want him to punish me if I do not please and to praise me if I do. I want him to control me, to rob me of this insufferable need to take and feast.

"I didn't think I'd get this far." He laughs nervously and I smile kindly.

"I am yours, my master. To please or to punish. To use and manipulate. To touch and behold to your desire. I will obey if it pleases you, or bring you pleasure on your command." I sing softly. I feel so excited I am shaking.

He thinks about this as he chews his lips. The lips I desire to chew for him. How jealous I am of him now… I want to take him now.

I lean forward, walking my hands before me to crawl towards him. He would be easy to pounce on. If he is struggling with command - then I could take it from him.

"Stay." He says firmly. Obediently I halt in my advance but this yearning is unbearable.

A cheeky little smirk sings how proud and surprised he is and I watch him relax a little. Again he chews his lip and I feel myself getting more and more excited.

"Lay back and do not touch me or yourself." He commands gently. No matter how kind he sounds though his word is my command. I lay back upon his bed and keep my hands to my sides, gripping the sheets tightly for something to hold and something to preoccupy them.

I feel him climb upon his bed between my legs and I breathe quickly. I feel his hands glide up my legs and the touch has me squirming. I buck my hips upwards and hold back the moan that's fighting to be freed. I will not succumb so soon.

"Of all the things we've done together… I've never actually seen you like this." He sighs softly. I would question what he means but my voice is caught when his hands massage my inner thigh muscles.

He leans over me and kisses my stomach suddenly. So suddenly I twitch and jolt and in doing so I feel my aching erection rub against his chest. I want to feel it again, I want more of it, so again I roll my hips in search for more contact but he pushes against my hips with his hands as he continues to kiss and suck on my flesh.

"Yugi…" I sigh happily, a silent plea for him to touch me.

"When I am ready, my love." He whispers against my skin and I bite back the ungrateful groan.

Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me! Please!

His hands slide up my sides and then across my chest to grope and massage my pecs. He pauses at the nubs of my nipples and plays with them while he gently tests if he can bite me.

I quiver to every touch and sensation and as his teeth start to bite down hard enough to bring me sharp little instances of pain, I find myself mewling for him. Never in my life have I ever been reduced to this but I adore everything about it. This is so new and exciting and I can taste his pleasure taking on a different flavour to the one I'm used to. The taste of pleasure he normally feels is a hot, burning, sweet sensation - yet this is more electrifying and subtle. I want more of it. Every drop of it. How strong can these flavours get? How intoxicating?

"You are so beautiful." He whispers before sinking his teeth down into my side. I gasp and jolt and slowly relax, letting the pain dance beneath my skin. It has been so long since I have felt pleasurable pain like this. "Let me know if it's too hard."

"I'm so hard, Yugi." I sigh happily.

He laughs. "I meant -"

"I know what you mean, my master. If it pleases you, you may bite harder, the better to hear me scream your name."

I wait patiently, hoping that he will. But he sits up slowly and I am wary and afraid he has changed his mind.

I look down at him but he is smiling softly, his eyes taking every inch of me into consideration.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing." He laughs nervously. I feel his anxiety. He's excited but he's unsure. I shall help him.

He desires to see me writhe under him. He wants to top me tonight but he is unsure how to begin. Earlier it was I who rode him. He may have been inside me but I was very much in control. Tonight, I need to guide him until he is confident on his own. But I must not rob him of this chance to explore. I must encourage him.

"I am yours, my light." I say softly and using our link to brush his mind. He looks at me, surprised but I feel warmth between us. "Take me if you desire. You needn't worry. I am ready for anything you wish of me."

He bites his lip and then I smile happily when he climbs over me. He runs his hands over my body, he nudges my jaw playfully before pressing those impossibly soft lips upon my own.

I sigh happily into it, feeling such relief wash through me that I let the sheets go. I feel his desire to be touched and held and I am eager to wrap my hands around his hips and drag them up his back. He shivers to the touch and I feel his confidence returning. His kisses deepen, his body becomes heavier and he starts to grind against my hips. I feed him breathless moans and in response he maps my mouth with his tongue.

His hand goes to my thighs and I feel his craving to have them around his waist. I am happy to oblige, clinging to him so he might grind harder, easier.

I love you I whisper into his mind and for a brief moment I feel him falter only to pick himself back up with more fervor, more aggression. He bites my lip and a rush of pure ecstasy courses through my blood. How I have been yearning to feel his teeth sink into me.

He lets me go to hiss and I quickly realise I dug my nails into his back too deeply. I open my mouth to apologise but he pushes my head aside to bite my neck hard. Instead of an apology a strange, whimpering gasp falls from my lips and he pushes his hips forward. He doesn't let me go immediately. Instead he has me pinned under him, unable to move - only feel. I am his, and he wants me to know that. I am his.

When he does let me go it is with a gasp of his own. He lifts himself off me and busies himself with undoing his belt and pants. "I'm going to climb up there, and I want you to prepare yourself while you suck my cock." He says, his voice gruff and thick with pure lust that I just adore on him.

I nod eagerly, more than happy to please and with an excited smile he quickly and aggressively pushes the offending clothing off him. He is hasty in his climb but he manages to gracefully sit over my chest. His cock stands at attention and he's out of reach of my hands. But that's fine. They are busy under me, teasing and massaging so that when he is ready he may take full use of my body. Meanwhile I hold my mouth open for him and I begin to curl my tongue around his shaft while he guides himself in. Once wrapped around it is my turn please him. My master, my light. He shall enjoy every inch I take of him, every stroke, every pulse, every lick. I shall tease his head, squeeze his shaft, lick and keep him wet and hot. I bob my head, suck and lap and show him how much I love and appreciate how rock hard he is.

He moans and slowly thrusts into my mouth. I feel his hands press heavily onto my stomach and I watch as he sighs happily and throws his head up to the ceiling.

You are glorious.

His thighs tense and his hips pause for a moment. His fingers press and knead my muscles in response to my compliments.

Your cock tastes so good! I am blessed to receive it.

He laughs lightly but it quickly turns into a rolling moan as I take and hold his entire length down my throat.

"Ohh fuck! You're so good at that." He breathes and I take great pride in my work.

It is not too much longer of rolling his cock around my mouth and expertly paying him exquisite attention with my tongue before I myself am ready to take him.

I am ready for you to take at your leisure, my master.

He makes a wonderfully strained noise of acknowledgement. Somewhere between an 'uhuh' and a 'mhm'. I love how distracted he is. He is such a pillow prince and I fucking love it. I could spend the rest of the night bringing him all the pleasure he craves.

But soon he pulls himself together enough to grab onto the headrest. From there he falters as his cock slides deeper into my throat. He loses himself a little, thrusting into me at a steady pace and moaning as he does so. I taste a slight tang and his thighs start to shake.

"Ohh fuck." He moans so hotly. I can feel how much he wants to cum right now. He's fighting with the idea of letting go or pulling back so he can fuck me and in either case I am feasting on his desires.

He makes me feel so invigorated. So powerful. So alive! Most have just given me sustenance but Yugi brings me life.

He quakes and quivers and reluctantly pulls out of my mouth. I tease him with the tip of my tongue and he laughs between his panting before he grasps a good clump of my hair.

"You are magnificent." He breathes, his voice husky and deep. A stark contrast to his usual soft.

He moves to kiss me and while his lips clash with mine he puts himself between my legs.

He seems to gather what to do quickly. I only aid him a little by keeping my legs open for him. He only breaks our kiss to ensure he's positioning himself right. When he's sure I reach for his chin to bring his attention to me. I want to watch him as he enters me.

He opens his mouth to ask something but he struggles to find the words. I can hear him though. Is this okay, is he doing okay, how do I do this? Natural concerns. Concerns he needn't worry about.

"I love you." I whisper softly. Immediately he smiles and leans into my palm. I feel him pushing and my body allows him entry with no resistance. I've been waiting for this all night and finally I feel relief.

His breathless and voiceless gasps match my own hitched moans until he's buried completely inside me. He sighs in relief, breathing deeply as he becomes accustomed to this. This position is completely different to the one he experienced before. This time he is in power, he is in control of how deep he is, he is subject to every sensation setting his nerves aflame.

"Wow." He gasps. He blinks his eyes open and smiles at me. His skin is glowing. He's so beautiful! "This is - You feel incredible." He laughs.

I chuckle with him and pull his face down to meet mine, bumping our foreheads together affectionately. "You are incredible." I whisper softly.

The kiss that follows is sweet and penetrates my core. I feel my skin sizzling and tingling and my muscles turning into jelly. Every time we're together I feel a little more I never thought I would feel again. I am certain was never meant to but he - he grants me this sublime allowance to feel. I almost feel as if being with him is like cheating my punishment, dodging this curse - but hell if I am not one to break the rules.

You make me feel alive, my light.

He pulls out of me slowly and thrusts back, bucking his hips so perfectly it makes my breath catch. MY breath catch. As if I had never felt this before.

"So do you." He whispers against my lips before crashing into me again.

His pacing is smooth and languid, gentle but thorough. His kisses are passionate and my body is on fire. Each thrust into me has me losing my mind. I don't know what to do with my hands for the first time in thousands of years. I wrap them around him, I tug at his hair, I scratch up his back - which makes him pound into me hard and bite my lip. I sense it was meant to be a punishment but the pleasure he feels from pain is unmistakable.

So I scratch him again and the guttural moan he releases as he almost collapses on top of me is glorious.

"Do I need to tame you?" He asks, his voice taking on an edge that surprises me and excites me. I sense a touch of danger in it and it is thrilling. I see a look so intense I almost forget who I am. I want more of this.

So cheekily I run my hands down his back to his ass and claw my way back up his spine. He arches and purrs and moans as his thrust pushes so deeply into me I barely manage to keep up my strength.

When the danger passes he pushes himself up, takes my wrists and dives. He holds them above my head firmly so I cannot escape and he looks down at me with a look of pure satisfaction and pride. I could break free…

I think…

No…

He's stronger than he looks. He has me pinned and I am actually at his mercy.

His smirk grows when he spies the realisation hit me and his rhythm quickens. I moan and gasp with each pass and every thrust is harder than the last, quicker than the last. With my hands quite effectively held above me and him fucking me to his pleasure - I feel different.

I'm always in control. Even when I've slept with others who have wanted to take me, they have never managed to make me feel vulnerable. They were human after all - but Yugi… Where did this strength come from? I feel safe with him but - this is so different to what I'm used to. I feel every sense is heightened and this pleasure which was supposed to be his - is my own.

He has me coming undone at the seams. I'm quickly unraveling.

"Yugi." I moan, letting my eyes fall closed and the moans freely spill from my lips. "Fuck… I'm yours. The things you do to me, I am … I … uhhh… Yugi."

I can barely think.

I feel his lips upon my chest and his thrusts become shallower for a moment, giving me enough time to catch a decent breath - but it lasts only a moment before he lifts himself back up and continues to pound into me rapidly.

I'm sure words are supposed to be forming but fuck if I can think of what they are. All I know is I'm getting so close. I want to hold out, so I can feed off the height of his pleasure but wow this is amazing!

"You look so pretty down there." He whispers and I flutter my eyes open to look up at him, smirking. Sweat is clinging his blonde bangs to the frame of his face and it forms little droplets along his jaw and off his brow. His chest and shoulders are glistening and flushed red. He's so gorgeous but more so when I glance down to watch his lightly toned body at work between my leps. His stomach muscles, his hips - everything working so hard and masterfully.

I try to move my hands again but his grip tightens and it makes my mind explode in time with his next thrust. My walls are crumbling and that one almost made me lose it.

"Ffffuuck!"

"Come for me. I want to watch you lose yourself to me. I want to see you unravel for me. I want to be the reason you become undone." He sings his commands and I am fucking there!

"Yugi!"

At his first command my body is rolling through it's high and I am just enjoying the ride I have no say in. I feel so high. I am shaking, I'm twitching and jerking, and I can't even moan properly. I feel like my cheeks are going to burn and my newly beating heart is going to give. Tears are forming and I am powerless to stop them.

Then, beautifully, as I'm slowly begin to clear from the orgasm that stormed through me, I feel his thrusts deepen and become irregular. His hold on my wrists are so tight and he's grunting and moaning until I can feel him coming. He almost loses his strength and is forced to let go of my wrists to keep his balance over me.

I don't move them. For one thing my shoulders ache from having them up like that for so long but another is I know he wants them there, and I am obedient.

Carefully he lowers himself down over me and for a long while we just breathe together.

The euphoria coursing through me is unlike anything I've felt in a long while. It is difficult to maintain a solid thought right now but I am certain of one thing.

He makes me feel like I never died. And it scares me. This feeling… this living feeling… scares me. Yugi… whatever you are doing to me - I love you.