The Good Child
Turning from the rain-soaked window, Yuugi fixed his attention on that of the spirit resting on his bed. Yami's chest rose methodically with relaxed breaths, unaware that his hikari was slowing advancing towards the bedside.
Gods above, it had so -long- since they did ANYTHING! Other than the desperate pets and the honey-filled kisses, Yuugi felt as celibate as a new- born infant.
For a teenage boy, that was close to torture when a creature as gorgeous as Yami slept in his bed every night.
Still wearing nothing but a white cotton towel, Yuugi proceeded to climb on top of his yami's chest with a smirk that was quite unbecoming of an innocent light. Yami wrapped his arms around Yuugi to embrace him, not expecting velvet lips to trail down the hollow of his neck. His ruby eyes shot open.
:Hikari, what are you doing?:
He didn't get a verbal response of any sort, but rather, a wave of emotions that flowed through their link. Love, passion, lust, greed, agonizing wait, and unbridled want filled his mind and clouded his thoughts.
:Oh, light, don't do this. You'll get hurt, please don't make me. Stopping lust in a mortal body is like trying to tame the Pegasus with a mere rope.:
Yuugi refused to respond with words, but rather let Yami know that he had been going through the exact same thing for two months now.
This was bad. Never, NEVER had he known leather pants to be so, so COSTRICTING! His hikari's bare chest was pressed against his own, still covered in drops of water from the shower. Gods, only a towel was keeping him from being entirely exposed. And oh, did the youth make beautiful friction, bodies flush and heat beginning to rise.
:Yuugi, no. . . :
:Please, Yami.:
:No. . .:
A nip on the skin. :Yes.:
:Don't tempt me. . .:
:Yami, you know me inside and out. You can feel everything about me, from my emotional and physical pain to my mental. You know that I don't hurt, not anymore. I'm healed.:
Oh, how he wanted to. Feeling the passions of two was enough to make him pass out.
:Please, lover.: Yuugi pressed again.
Mind speech was always so much more intimate than verbalizing thoughts. A body that was so warm, and so wanting rubbing against him and begging, buttery lips and honey tongue traveling his skin all wet and hot and slippery and it felt so so good and. . .No! He couldn't! He'd crush his light! His only reason for existence!
The thoughts of warm rain bombarded his mental vision, refreshing and invigorating and filling him with a new life every moment that his heart beat - and the light of his hikari embracing him in the middle of all of it.
Drunk from the covetous lust running through him, he flipped Yuugi over and claimed the petal lips as his own.
That was just as Yuugi wanted it, and proceeded to unclasp the many buckles on the demon's leather shirt and unbutton it as fast as his small hands could.
Yami was past falling, he had already hit the bottom. Brilliant light flooded his dark soul again, honey and rum and cream and milk and almonds and every thing that he remembered from before tumbled inside and hazed his vision with passions beyond color. Summer rain and breezes drenched with sunlight and moonlight and starlight and watercolor sunsets drove any and all reason out of his mind.
Yuugi moaned into the kiss, sighs and growls for more that would drive him off the edge if he hadn't all ready jumped.
:Make love to me, Yami.: A whisper, gentler and softer than a breath of wind through leaves and the flap of a butterfly's wings and a whimper of a ghost.
With a final groan of lust and protest, Yami gave in completely.
But Yuugi wasn't finished yet. With every ounce of mental strength, he sent pictures of the rain falling outside. Warm and green and new.
The faint sounds of the pitter-pattering water broke through to the demon's ears, somehow.
Pulling Yuugi up with him as he sat up, looked out to the window, knowing exactly what Yuugi wanted.
"Come with me, my light," he whispered in Yuugi's ear.
Drunk on emotions, Yuugi nodded and trailed behind the spirit as the two made it out into the hallway and headed for the roof.
Being that they owned a commercial building with living quarters set above, the roof of the Turtle Game Shop was quite flat.
Heading up the stairs and out the door, the two were completely unseen by any of the public or prying eyes.
Warm rain splashed happily against their warm skin, drenching spiky hair and a cotton towel.
Yami realized that he was lacking a shirt. Where in the devil had -that- gone?
Simultaneously the two pulled each other in a bruising kiss as the rain pattered its' way in-between.
If he thought Yuugi tasted good before, he hadn't realized just how much he was missing out. Life and light and, gods, so -good-!
Any recollecting left them as they tumbled to the ground beneath them, their last few garments discarded carelessly to the side.
Yami's kiss was filled with copper and salt and sweat and the unmistakable taste of sweet-sweet blood that only the demon's kisses possessed. Tainted and sinful and bitter-sweet. Forbidden union as it should never be and all he could do was want and desire and beg for more.
Nothing was as delicious as a living sin.
Torrential sheets poured down on them as the storm reached its peak, lightning and thunder crashing through the sky, only adding to the pounding of their heart-beats drumming in their ears. Vision was blinded by water and absolute completion wrapped around them in a welcoming embrace.
Bloodied tears poured down Death's cheeks only to be washed away by the falling water, or kissed away by his light entangled in his arms.
Mental caresses of the highest magnitude became almost tangible, one after another like the desperate pets and revering gazes they gave one another on a regular basis.
Silly ramblings of love and claimed possession removed any other logical thoughts, the lust, passions, and sheer ecstasy enfolding them wholly and completely.
* * * *
"Well, Yami, what do you think of the rain?" Yuugi sighed into the spirit's shoulder.
"Something we need to go out in much more often."
Nestled together on the couch, exauhsted but happy, the two snuggled under the blankets with hot cocoa steaming on the coffee table.
"How are you feeling, love?"
"Happy as a clam, Yami. My chest doesn't hurt at all."
"I _tried_ to be gentle."
Yuugi laughed. "Yami, you couldn't even think straight. _I_ couldn't even think straight. I remember what was going through your mind. Two simple words. MORE and MINE."
Yami chuckled. "I think you were thinking pretty much the same thing, as I recall."
Yuugi scratched the back of his head. "Actually, I don't remember much more than that."
"Hmm. . ." the demon nuzzled the hollow of his hikari's neck, not recalling too terribly much either. What ever the two had done, they were blinded by the emotions that flooded their mind. If they had been interrupted, that kind of shock might have resulted in death to the intruder.
"Oh," Yuugi moaned.
"What?"
"I have to go to school tomorrow."
"You -have- to?" Yami asked mischievously.
"Umm, well. . . ."
* * * *
Gahh! Another short chappie! *cries* I'm so sorry! Honestly! Next chapter, the problem with Yami's soul room is just beginning. . .
Turning from the rain-soaked window, Yuugi fixed his attention on that of the spirit resting on his bed. Yami's chest rose methodically with relaxed breaths, unaware that his hikari was slowing advancing towards the bedside.
Gods above, it had so -long- since they did ANYTHING! Other than the desperate pets and the honey-filled kisses, Yuugi felt as celibate as a new- born infant.
For a teenage boy, that was close to torture when a creature as gorgeous as Yami slept in his bed every night.
Still wearing nothing but a white cotton towel, Yuugi proceeded to climb on top of his yami's chest with a smirk that was quite unbecoming of an innocent light. Yami wrapped his arms around Yuugi to embrace him, not expecting velvet lips to trail down the hollow of his neck. His ruby eyes shot open.
:Hikari, what are you doing?:
He didn't get a verbal response of any sort, but rather, a wave of emotions that flowed through their link. Love, passion, lust, greed, agonizing wait, and unbridled want filled his mind and clouded his thoughts.
:Oh, light, don't do this. You'll get hurt, please don't make me. Stopping lust in a mortal body is like trying to tame the Pegasus with a mere rope.:
Yuugi refused to respond with words, but rather let Yami know that he had been going through the exact same thing for two months now.
This was bad. Never, NEVER had he known leather pants to be so, so COSTRICTING! His hikari's bare chest was pressed against his own, still covered in drops of water from the shower. Gods, only a towel was keeping him from being entirely exposed. And oh, did the youth make beautiful friction, bodies flush and heat beginning to rise.
:Yuugi, no. . . :
:Please, Yami.:
:No. . .:
A nip on the skin. :Yes.:
:Don't tempt me. . .:
:Yami, you know me inside and out. You can feel everything about me, from my emotional and physical pain to my mental. You know that I don't hurt, not anymore. I'm healed.:
Oh, how he wanted to. Feeling the passions of two was enough to make him pass out.
:Please, lover.: Yuugi pressed again.
Mind speech was always so much more intimate than verbalizing thoughts. A body that was so warm, and so wanting rubbing against him and begging, buttery lips and honey tongue traveling his skin all wet and hot and slippery and it felt so so good and. . .No! He couldn't! He'd crush his light! His only reason for existence!
The thoughts of warm rain bombarded his mental vision, refreshing and invigorating and filling him with a new life every moment that his heart beat - and the light of his hikari embracing him in the middle of all of it.
Drunk from the covetous lust running through him, he flipped Yuugi over and claimed the petal lips as his own.
That was just as Yuugi wanted it, and proceeded to unclasp the many buckles on the demon's leather shirt and unbutton it as fast as his small hands could.
Yami was past falling, he had already hit the bottom. Brilliant light flooded his dark soul again, honey and rum and cream and milk and almonds and every thing that he remembered from before tumbled inside and hazed his vision with passions beyond color. Summer rain and breezes drenched with sunlight and moonlight and starlight and watercolor sunsets drove any and all reason out of his mind.
Yuugi moaned into the kiss, sighs and growls for more that would drive him off the edge if he hadn't all ready jumped.
:Make love to me, Yami.: A whisper, gentler and softer than a breath of wind through leaves and the flap of a butterfly's wings and a whimper of a ghost.
With a final groan of lust and protest, Yami gave in completely.
But Yuugi wasn't finished yet. With every ounce of mental strength, he sent pictures of the rain falling outside. Warm and green and new.
The faint sounds of the pitter-pattering water broke through to the demon's ears, somehow.
Pulling Yuugi up with him as he sat up, looked out to the window, knowing exactly what Yuugi wanted.
"Come with me, my light," he whispered in Yuugi's ear.
Drunk on emotions, Yuugi nodded and trailed behind the spirit as the two made it out into the hallway and headed for the roof.
Being that they owned a commercial building with living quarters set above, the roof of the Turtle Game Shop was quite flat.
Heading up the stairs and out the door, the two were completely unseen by any of the public or prying eyes.
Warm rain splashed happily against their warm skin, drenching spiky hair and a cotton towel.
Yami realized that he was lacking a shirt. Where in the devil had -that- gone?
Simultaneously the two pulled each other in a bruising kiss as the rain pattered its' way in-between.
If he thought Yuugi tasted good before, he hadn't realized just how much he was missing out. Life and light and, gods, so -good-!
Any recollecting left them as they tumbled to the ground beneath them, their last few garments discarded carelessly to the side.
Yami's kiss was filled with copper and salt and sweat and the unmistakable taste of sweet-sweet blood that only the demon's kisses possessed. Tainted and sinful and bitter-sweet. Forbidden union as it should never be and all he could do was want and desire and beg for more.
Nothing was as delicious as a living sin.
Torrential sheets poured down on them as the storm reached its peak, lightning and thunder crashing through the sky, only adding to the pounding of their heart-beats drumming in their ears. Vision was blinded by water and absolute completion wrapped around them in a welcoming embrace.
Bloodied tears poured down Death's cheeks only to be washed away by the falling water, or kissed away by his light entangled in his arms.
Mental caresses of the highest magnitude became almost tangible, one after another like the desperate pets and revering gazes they gave one another on a regular basis.
Silly ramblings of love and claimed possession removed any other logical thoughts, the lust, passions, and sheer ecstasy enfolding them wholly and completely.
* * * *
"Well, Yami, what do you think of the rain?" Yuugi sighed into the spirit's shoulder.
"Something we need to go out in much more often."
Nestled together on the couch, exauhsted but happy, the two snuggled under the blankets with hot cocoa steaming on the coffee table.
"How are you feeling, love?"
"Happy as a clam, Yami. My chest doesn't hurt at all."
"I _tried_ to be gentle."
Yuugi laughed. "Yami, you couldn't even think straight. _I_ couldn't even think straight. I remember what was going through your mind. Two simple words. MORE and MINE."
Yami chuckled. "I think you were thinking pretty much the same thing, as I recall."
Yuugi scratched the back of his head. "Actually, I don't remember much more than that."
"Hmm. . ." the demon nuzzled the hollow of his hikari's neck, not recalling too terribly much either. What ever the two had done, they were blinded by the emotions that flooded their mind. If they had been interrupted, that kind of shock might have resulted in death to the intruder.
"Oh," Yuugi moaned.
"What?"
"I have to go to school tomorrow."
"You -have- to?" Yami asked mischievously.
"Umm, well. . . ."
* * * *
Gahh! Another short chappie! *cries* I'm so sorry! Honestly! Next chapter, the problem with Yami's soul room is just beginning. . .