Yuugi stepped out of the bathroom quickly and quietly, anticipation swirling around in the pit of his stomach. The day was going to be an interesting one, to say the least.
Coherent thought was completely lost to him at the moment, mind constantly wandering to a certain dusky-skinned demon traipsing though his house.
Yami. . .
The young teenager's head was floating through the clouds as he pulled on his clothes for the day in his bedroom. What would transpire between them now? Surely Yami was going to be happier, much happier. Already he had been more jovial the day before, and that morning Yami looked even better, if it was possible.
Yuugi's thoughts were distracted when his stomach started rumbling. Food. Mind set for the next task at hand, the teenager headed down to the kitchen.
Yami was at the counter fixing himself some toast, running the butter knife over the golden-brown bread. Smirking to himself, Yuugi quietly stepped up behind Yami.
The taller demon felt an immediate warmth pushed up against his side, seeing Yuugi reach over him to grab the loaf of bread. Yami, of course, could see that Yuugi could have easily gone around him to get the bread, but grinned to himself realizing the obvious flirting.
"Good morning, Yuugi," he purred.
Addressed smiled sweetly. "Good morning, Yami."
"Sleep well?"
"Mm hmm." He popped his bread into the toaster.
Yami pushed his nose into Yuugi's sweet smelling hair as the teenager returned the loaf to its proper place on the counter. Vanilla and coconut. That's what Yuugi's hair smelled like today.
Wait a minute. Recount. Strawberries, cherries, coconut. . .
"Yuugi, how many scented shampoos do you have?"
Yuugi giggled. "It was a sample pack we got in the mail."
"Hmm. . . " the demon thought. "I like the coconut the best."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Maybe you should look for peach too. I like peaches."
The teenager giggled. "I'll keep that in mind."
Yami was a little regretful when Yuugi left his side to go to the fridge. A little silly perhaps, but he couldn't help but want to wrap Yuugi in his arms until they both suffocated.
Heh. That could be a little fun.
"What's this?" Yami looked up from his toast and noticed Yuugi frowning. "Blackberry jam? We've only ever had strawberry. What's this taste like?"
The demon walked over and peered over Yuugi's shoulder, frowning thoughtfully. "Hmm,"
The top was open, as Yuugi had opened it to inspect the substance's dark color. Grabbing Yuugi's spare hand, Yami dipped Yuugi's index finger into the jar, then captured the digit between his lips.
Yuugi looked like a deer caught in the headlights, mouth open in a large, silent 'O'.
Sparks were dancing along the intimate, suggestive contact. Shivers ran up and down his spine. The teenager was coming to find out that Yami had a very, very talented tongue.
"Hmm," the demon released Yuugi's hand. "Tastes like blackberries." And, ever so casually, he walked over to pull a carton of milk out of the fridge.
Oh, so you wanna play THAT way, do you. . .
Yuugi had always been adept at scheming. And right now, his brain went from floating in the clouds to drowning in the gutter. A place where almost every teenage boy's brain was.
Of course, reacting now would only be too obvious. No, Yuugi was going to bide his time. If he had learned anything, he had learned that it was always good to have the element of surprise on his side.
Wild thoughts of just how sweet Yami might taste wafted through his mind.
Sweet-sweet Yami. . .
Hmm. . .patience, Yuugi told himself. Good things come to those who wait.
"Yuugi, your toast is done" Yami's voice cut through his pondering.
Yuugi, shaking his head vigorously in a vain attempt to think properly, strolled over and began to administer the jam to his rapidly cooling piece of toast.
"Knock, Knock, knock"
The sound of someone rapping on the front door captured Yuugi's and Yami's attention.
"Who could that be," Yuugi wondered out loud. "Grandpa had to go to a business conference today for small business owners, couldn't be him. . . "
Yami followed Yuugi to the entry way, intent on finding out the current intruder as much as Yuugi was.
Yuugi popped open the front door, mouth slightly agape. "Ryou? Are you okay? You look like. . . like. . ."
"Shit," Yami finished.
Well, that's all for now. Just got back from vacation, and I've been busier than a one-armed paper hanger. Will try to update more sooner. Leave a review? Please?