Yuugi awoke to the sound of gentle breathing, feeling a warm, moist breath
cascade over his face. Just as before, Yami was nuzzled closely next to
him, the faintest of smiles gracing his lips. His now strong, muscular arms
held the teen tightly.
His lips. They looked so much more lush this morning. Rosy and soft and . . .dear gods! What was he thinking?
But they did. They truly did. His face was now almost a pure bronze. Glittery and smooth and. . .would it be tasty?
Yuugi blushed profusly. He should not be thinking like this. He shouldn't.
Shiny gold bangs fell gracefully across his chiseled features. Black and ruby tresses looking silky and smooth. He was gorgeous.
Could he have a crush on a demon? Was it possible? Why had he been so drawn to help? Really, why? Yuugi hadn't cared before that the creature of darkness was on his death bed, pale and weak and helpless. He didn't pay attention to his looks before. But now, it seemed that the handsom features were just a bonus.
Did he have a crush? He remembered what he had told the witch when she was here. 'You see my lover, he's really ill right now and has a headache and. . .'
Yes, he had called Yami is lover. Why? He could have just said a brother or cousin, or friend. But no. He hadn't.
He also recalled the day before. Yami seemed happier than ever. He actually joked around, laughed, teased, and relaxed. The smirk that he had received when he awoke, the hug and the playfull glances all day long. The way he laughed, it made Yuugi shiver with delight.
"Dear gods," Yuugi whispered. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
Yami stirred, eyes moving slightly under his closed lids. He was waking.
Closing his eyes quickly, Yuugi fiegned sleep. Might as well see if Yami might do anything while he thought the teen was still slumbering.
Ruby eyes flickered open, looking down at the person he was holding. He sighed, feeling lost again.
Yuugi. Beautiful soft sweet angelic little Yuugi.
Yami felt his tiny heart ache with want. Soft alabaster cheeks looked flushed, but Yami figured it was from sleep.
The demon ran his fingers through the silky tresses, longing to do more. Yuugi had cared for him, yes. Despite the fact of what he was. But would he do more?
Not likely. Yami hated it. It just wasn't fair! A human, fall in love with a demon? What chances did he have? None. None at all.
He buried his face in Yuugi's hair, breathing in the delicious scent again. "It's not fair," he whispered dejectedley. "A human love a demon? It's absurd! Stop fooling yourself, Yami! You'll always be alone, eventually."
Yuugi decided that now was the time to wake up. Moving his head up, he cupped Yami's face, and look him straight in the eye. "It's not that absurd."
Before Yami could respond, Yuugi took this chance and placed a chast kiss on those lush lips.
He was right. Yami did taste good. Spicy and sweet and creamy all at the same time.
Yami was drowning. Perhaps he was still asleep. Probably. That would be his luck. But then he felt fingers clutch at his hair, and for some strange reason, he knew than that it was real. Gods, did the teen taste sweet. Sugared strawberries. But just as he was beginning to respond, Yuugi pulled away. Yami made a noise of annoyance when the heat left him. Jumping off the bed gracefully, the teen headed to the door and pointed hismelf in the direction of the bathroom, but not before shooting a wink and a small smile at Yami before he left.
Yami sat in the bed, utterly stunned into silence. What the hell just happened? Half of the demon's mind was screaming in triumph, while the other half was wondering if was all just some silly dream. What did Yuugi get up for?
Then he realized, his sluggish brain now kicking in. 'He's flirting with you, dumbass!'
Yami smiled. For the first time in centuries, he gave a genuine, happy smile bubbling with contentment.
This was surely going to be a VERY interesting day.
* * * * * * * *
Ryou whimpered for the umpteenth time that morning. He HURT. He hurt extremely bad.
The sound of his furnishings being rumaged through and pillaged wafted up to his ears. _HE_ was still here. _HE_ hadn't left for two days.
Ryou kept asking _HIM_ why. All he got was a "SHUT UP! DON'T QUESTION YOUR MASTER!!!!"
The snowy haired teen knew that he needed help. But he had no idea who he was going to ask to help him. No idea at all.
How many people knew how to get rid of obsessive demons?
Moving slightly a lightning bolt a fire ripped down his spine, ending at his toes. He whimpered again. Gods, he hurt SO much. But he had to get up. He needed to bathe, and he needed to find a way out of here.
Who could he turn to?
A lamp shattered in the living room. Great. Now how was he going to explain that to his father, once he ever got home? What was _HE_ looking for anyway?
Pushing up against the matress, ignoring his body screaming at him in protest, he slowly lowered himself onto the floor.
Walking proved to be more difficult that he originally thought, nasuea sweeping through his head.
It took him ten minutes to reach the bathroom. It took him another twenty minutes just to get clean. He didn't even want to think about dressing, that took far too long as well.
An hour and a half later Ryou was completely cleaned and dresses. But now the hard part; getting out alive and past _HIM_.
Inching his way down the stairs, he froze when he realized that he hadn't heard any noises for the past ten minutes. This could be very bad.
Summoning the courage that seemed non-existant, the small adolescent entered the living room, imagining himself walking on very thin ice. Or a bed of nails. Either one would work for the moment.
_HE_ was sleeping on the couch, sprawled out and snoring. Ryou sighed softly. This was a relief, and it would give him a chance to get out of here.
Snatching the car keys off the hook on the wall, the white-haired teen tip- toed out the front door. Thank the gods that his father forced him to get his liscense. This was a case where it would come in extreme handy.
He wouldn't want to walk half-way across town to get help. Not with his time-frame, and not with his aching back.
But where to go?
Ryou could faintly hear his gut telling him to go the Motou residence. Why? Hell if he knew. But it at least seemed like a good start. Yuugi seemed to be pretty good at accepting the odder side of people. If he didn't think that his school-friend was crazy, he just might be able to direct him to someone who could banish demons.
Church didn't seem like a likely place to go. And besides, churches seemed to frighten him for some odd reason.
Starting the engine, Ryou left as quickly and as quietly as possible to the Kame Game Shop.
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His lips. They looked so much more lush this morning. Rosy and soft and . . .dear gods! What was he thinking?
But they did. They truly did. His face was now almost a pure bronze. Glittery and smooth and. . .would it be tasty?
Yuugi blushed profusly. He should not be thinking like this. He shouldn't.
Shiny gold bangs fell gracefully across his chiseled features. Black and ruby tresses looking silky and smooth. He was gorgeous.
Could he have a crush on a demon? Was it possible? Why had he been so drawn to help? Really, why? Yuugi hadn't cared before that the creature of darkness was on his death bed, pale and weak and helpless. He didn't pay attention to his looks before. But now, it seemed that the handsom features were just a bonus.
Did he have a crush? He remembered what he had told the witch when she was here. 'You see my lover, he's really ill right now and has a headache and. . .'
Yes, he had called Yami is lover. Why? He could have just said a brother or cousin, or friend. But no. He hadn't.
He also recalled the day before. Yami seemed happier than ever. He actually joked around, laughed, teased, and relaxed. The smirk that he had received when he awoke, the hug and the playfull glances all day long. The way he laughed, it made Yuugi shiver with delight.
"Dear gods," Yuugi whispered. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
Yami stirred, eyes moving slightly under his closed lids. He was waking.
Closing his eyes quickly, Yuugi fiegned sleep. Might as well see if Yami might do anything while he thought the teen was still slumbering.
Ruby eyes flickered open, looking down at the person he was holding. He sighed, feeling lost again.
Yuugi. Beautiful soft sweet angelic little Yuugi.
Yami felt his tiny heart ache with want. Soft alabaster cheeks looked flushed, but Yami figured it was from sleep.
The demon ran his fingers through the silky tresses, longing to do more. Yuugi had cared for him, yes. Despite the fact of what he was. But would he do more?
Not likely. Yami hated it. It just wasn't fair! A human, fall in love with a demon? What chances did he have? None. None at all.
He buried his face in Yuugi's hair, breathing in the delicious scent again. "It's not fair," he whispered dejectedley. "A human love a demon? It's absurd! Stop fooling yourself, Yami! You'll always be alone, eventually."
Yuugi decided that now was the time to wake up. Moving his head up, he cupped Yami's face, and look him straight in the eye. "It's not that absurd."
Before Yami could respond, Yuugi took this chance and placed a chast kiss on those lush lips.
He was right. Yami did taste good. Spicy and sweet and creamy all at the same time.
Yami was drowning. Perhaps he was still asleep. Probably. That would be his luck. But then he felt fingers clutch at his hair, and for some strange reason, he knew than that it was real. Gods, did the teen taste sweet. Sugared strawberries. But just as he was beginning to respond, Yuugi pulled away. Yami made a noise of annoyance when the heat left him. Jumping off the bed gracefully, the teen headed to the door and pointed hismelf in the direction of the bathroom, but not before shooting a wink and a small smile at Yami before he left.
Yami sat in the bed, utterly stunned into silence. What the hell just happened? Half of the demon's mind was screaming in triumph, while the other half was wondering if was all just some silly dream. What did Yuugi get up for?
Then he realized, his sluggish brain now kicking in. 'He's flirting with you, dumbass!'
Yami smiled. For the first time in centuries, he gave a genuine, happy smile bubbling with contentment.
This was surely going to be a VERY interesting day.
* * * * * * * *
Ryou whimpered for the umpteenth time that morning. He HURT. He hurt extremely bad.
The sound of his furnishings being rumaged through and pillaged wafted up to his ears. _HE_ was still here. _HE_ hadn't left for two days.
Ryou kept asking _HIM_ why. All he got was a "SHUT UP! DON'T QUESTION YOUR MASTER!!!!"
The snowy haired teen knew that he needed help. But he had no idea who he was going to ask to help him. No idea at all.
How many people knew how to get rid of obsessive demons?
Moving slightly a lightning bolt a fire ripped down his spine, ending at his toes. He whimpered again. Gods, he hurt SO much. But he had to get up. He needed to bathe, and he needed to find a way out of here.
Who could he turn to?
A lamp shattered in the living room. Great. Now how was he going to explain that to his father, once he ever got home? What was _HE_ looking for anyway?
Pushing up against the matress, ignoring his body screaming at him in protest, he slowly lowered himself onto the floor.
Walking proved to be more difficult that he originally thought, nasuea sweeping through his head.
It took him ten minutes to reach the bathroom. It took him another twenty minutes just to get clean. He didn't even want to think about dressing, that took far too long as well.
An hour and a half later Ryou was completely cleaned and dresses. But now the hard part; getting out alive and past _HIM_.
Inching his way down the stairs, he froze when he realized that he hadn't heard any noises for the past ten minutes. This could be very bad.
Summoning the courage that seemed non-existant, the small adolescent entered the living room, imagining himself walking on very thin ice. Or a bed of nails. Either one would work for the moment.
_HE_ was sleeping on the couch, sprawled out and snoring. Ryou sighed softly. This was a relief, and it would give him a chance to get out of here.
Snatching the car keys off the hook on the wall, the white-haired teen tip- toed out the front door. Thank the gods that his father forced him to get his liscense. This was a case where it would come in extreme handy.
He wouldn't want to walk half-way across town to get help. Not with his time-frame, and not with his aching back.
But where to go?
Ryou could faintly hear his gut telling him to go the Motou residence. Why? Hell if he knew. But it at least seemed like a good start. Yuugi seemed to be pretty good at accepting the odder side of people. If he didn't think that his school-friend was crazy, he just might be able to direct him to someone who could banish demons.
Church didn't seem like a likely place to go. And besides, churches seemed to frighten him for some odd reason.
Starting the engine, Ryou left as quickly and as quietly as possible to the Kame Game Shop.
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More to come, so stay tuned! R&R!!!