Summary: YAY! My first lemon's in this chapter! ~Cheers~ So R/R
please!
Disclaimer: Ya, I know. I don't own Yugioh or the CDC...
Everyone cheered, Seto and Yugi climbing down.
Yugi turned around to see Yami glaring down at him. "Nice of you to introduce yourself beforehand." Yami said, disapproving.
"Nice of you, too, Mr. Celebrity. If you had answered honestly I might have also." Yugi shot back sarcastically.
He glanced around and saw a familiar sight: females with adoring eyes, heading their way.
"Fuck!" He breathed. "Get me out of here, Set-" He looked around, but Seto had abandoned him to his fans. The only one left was Yami. Perfect.
"Um, I know this is impolite but if you can get me out of here without them following I'll do anything!" He whispered, widening his eyes innocently. Of course he didn't mean it that way! No way would he ever say something like that!
Yami swallowed discreetly and laughed. "I know the dangers of female fans. Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere with food and music." Replied Yugi gratefully. "I'll buy!"
Yami quickly produced a cell phone and called up someone, the someone turning out to be three someone's with Goth clothes and large biceps. Yugi chuckled inwardly. This close he could sense Yami's thoughts, and he definitely was more than willing to be led by the nose. All Yugi had to do was continue and Yami'd probably even make the first move!
They left quickly after one muscled guy pushed a cooing girl out of the way. Yami led the way to his limousine. "So, is Yugi your first name?" Asked Yami casually. Yugi nodded. "But most people call me Kenshii or one of those strange nicknames I seem to pick up." Yami laughed. "Well, you WERE the most eligible bachelor on the world this year. By the way, I didn't see you on the photo shoot, but your picture showed up in the article....?" "Well, there was a...scheduling...problem that day. Several people were dying and..." Yugi let himself trail off. All these lies were most uncomfortable, but as soon as the time was right Yami could answer all of Yugi's questions, like why had he been ignored and why...
Yugi shook the thoughts out of his head. Time to kick some serious flirting ass.
Meanwhile, Yami had been studying him. "You know," He mused, "You look very familiar. Where you born with the name Kenshii?"
There was a suspicious glint to his eyes and Yugi knew that if he slipped up here there would be no way to go back.
"Yes!" He sighed audibly. "Sometimes I want to change it to something simpler, but...I am the last of my line, and if I end up dying because of work there will be no Kenshii's left."
The gleam left Yami's eyes, leaving a dull ache that Yugi could sense.
Serves him right! Thought Yugi. At least Yami remembered the old Yugi.
They reached the nightclub, a brightly lit club for punk or goth patrons called the Black Lagoon. Apparently Yami was a regular patron because they were ushered to a table right away.
"Hello!" May I take your orders?" Asked a pretty girl that looked remarkably like...Mai!
"Mai!" Greeted Yami. "I'll have a marguerita, what about you, Kenshii?"
"I'll have a Bloody Mary." Yugi answered quickly, hoping that Mai wouldn't recognize him. She'd been one of the few people that hadn't ignored him.
"Are you-" She began, before Yami cut her off.
"No, Mai, he isn't." His voice was sad, but filled with brief affection when he introduced Yugi, mercifully leaving out the 'Purple Demon', Virus Killer titles out of it.
Mai nodded warily, eying Yugi briefly before going to get their drinks.
"Mai is an old friend of mine." Yami explained. "We used to know someone who looked a little like you. His first name was Yugi, too."
"Where is he now?" Yugi asked, wanting to know where Yami thought he'd went.
"We don't know. We don't know why he left, either. Only a small note, saying things that would never have come out of his mouth." Yami stopped. "Forgive me; let's talk about something else.
Yugi nodded just as the drinks were served. He took a small sip of his drink, darting his tongue to lick the extra drops up in a way that had Yami staring for a split second. Then Yami buried his face in his drink, blushing for the second time that evening.
"Want to dance?" Yugi chirped, laughing to himself. Yami didn't stand a chance against the seductive power of Yugi dancing. He'd learned quite a few things in America.
They made their way to the dance floor and started dancing.
Yugi was snatched up by a smiling man with long, black hair. Shooting an apologetic look back at Yami, he started dancing with the guy.
The man danced closer and closer to him, until finally they were touching, dancing so close that their legs rubbed together.
He shot a glance at Yami and say him dancing halfheartedly with a willowy fellow, brown curly hair brushing his shoulders. This was working. Yugi danced a few more songs with his partner, and then the man seemed content to buy Yugi a drink, so they went over to the bar.
The guy stumbled slightly and fell partly on Yugi, groping him rudely on his ass. Yugi spun around.
"Don't touch me, buddy." He said in a dangerous voice, but the guy just grinned. Yugi had to deal with this schmoe, before things got out of hand and he lost his temper.
"Alright, big fella, lets go to a more secluded spot!" Yugi said in a seductive voice that sounded sickly to his ears, but the man followed as Yugi led him into a patch of smoke at one end of the club.
He quickly turned around and karate chopped the guys hand when he tried another grope, shoving his elbow into the mans gut when he stumbled forward, and then ended it by knocking the persistent man's head against the wall. He slid down bonelessly, but Yugi could tell that he was still breathing.
Yugi smiled grimly. Three moves and no blood; at least he had managed to control his anger and not kill him altogether. Rape and harassment was something Yugi never tolerated.
He started to saunter back to the main area when someone surfaced in the smoke. It was Mai!
"You ARE Yugi Motou, aren't you?" She asked hysterically. "We all thought you might have died!"
"And what will you do if I am?" Yugi asked. "Tell Yami?"
Mai shook her head. "It's obvious he doesn't know, and I won't tell him. It's also obvious you can take care of yourself now." She gestured towards the unconscious fellow. "But I'll walk out of here with you so Yami doesn't worry. I don't know why you're back but I know why you left and I will help if you need me."
Yugi nodded his thanks and they both strode out of the mist. Yami was sitting at their table, looking slightly agitated, but he calmed down when he saw Yugi.
"Where were you?" He demanded. "This place can get rough!"
Yugi's jaw hardened. "Thank you for the advice. You see, I wouldn't have known. I've never been to equally seedy bars in Africa or Asia or Europe or in the United States!" He said sarcastically, and Yami winced. "Sorry. You just seem..."
"Weak?" Asked Yugi. With effort he controlled his temper. There would be time later for that. "I'm ready to leave now." Yugi said abruptly, remembering what he had told Seto to do. "Would you mind giving me a ride back to Kaiba Corp?"
Yami seemed disappointed but they left.
~10 minutes LATER~
The limousine drove up to Kaiba Corp doors, glinting silver in the moonlight, but they didn't open.
"Damn!" Yugi cursed. "This place has a curfew!"
Yami laughed.
"Look, can you just take me to the nearest hotel, please?" Asked Yugi innocently. "I'm sorry to be taking so much of your time."
Yami shook his head hurriedly. "It's no trouble. And the nearest hotel is farther away than my house. You can stay there!"
Yugi looked doubtful, but he agreed. "If that's all right with you..."
Yami perked up and they drove to his house, a large suite in the wealthy part of town.
"I have a bigger house in the country." He explained to Yugi. "This little place is only for my in-town visits.
Yugi smiled shyly and they walked in. "Er, if you like you can go ahead and take a shower now." Yami told him.
After a short discussion on placement of towels and different shampoos, Yugi got into the shower. He washed himself unhurriedly, making sure to shampoo and condition his hair.
When he got out, he made sure to put on his pants but no shirt. Yugi walked into the kitchen, where Yami was sipping a cup of coffee.
"Want so-" Yami's voice stopped in midword as he noticed that Yugi was not wearing any top. Yugi's hard muscles stood out, giving him a wiry build, scattered with a few scars.
"Do I want some coffee?" Interpreted Yugi, eyes twinkling. "Yes, thank you."
Yami started and got out another cup, eyes still trained on Yugi's bare chest. Yami got out another cup for Yugi and gave it to him, drawing closer. Yugi looked up into Yami's eyes. They were red, the red of drying blood, but for a second Yugi was captivated.
Then Yami carefully set down his cup and swooped in to kiss Yugi. Yugi was shocked. He had had no idea how forward Yami was.
Guess this is just another easy fuck for him...
Yami licked at Yugi's bottom him, asking for entrance, and when he got it Yami's tongue was inside his mouth in a flash, exploring every nook and cranny.
Yugi moaned a little, rubbing Yami's tongue with his own. In their rush, though, they had forgotten the counter behind Yugi. Yugi backed up into it, breaking the kiss with an eep of pain when he collided.
Yami grinned apologetically and picked Yugi up, taking him to his room. Yami tumbled Yugi onto his bed, lying on top of his hikari, but he hesitated.
"What is it?" Breathed Yugi. "Just do it." "Are you sure?" Asked Yami. "Yes, I'm sure! And further more, you've fucked enough people that this should come second nature to you!" Breathed Yugi. "Do you think I'd have let you TOUCH me if I didn't welcome it?!" But Yami hesitated still. ~LEMON ALERT!!!~ Yugi was exasperated. They had come this far. He needed to catch Yami off guard, dammit!
Yugi pulled Yami towards him and kissed him fiercely, savaging the larger man with his tongue, thrusting up with his hips. Yami let out a groan and Yugi knew the other man had a hard on. Yami finally reacted, sucking on Yugi's neck, making Yugi wimper.
Yugi buried his hands in Yami's hair, making small groans as Yami sucked his way down to a nipple, swirling around it with his tongue. Yugi moaned even loader, and he took his hands from Yami's hair to run them under Yami's shirt, making him shiver.
He tweaked one of Yami's nipples, causing Yami to buck his hips, creating friction.
"You have too much on!" Breathed Yugi, who dragged Yami's shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground. Yami was busy working on Yugi's leather pants, and he finally just ripped the zipper off.
Yugi impatiently did the same with Yami's pants, and Yami took Yugi in the mouth, slowly sucking on it, Yugi feeling waves of ecstasy come over him, as he forgot for a single second who he was, or that he was being deep- throated by the man he hated most in the world, or that his problems might be ended with this man's death.
He came in Yami's mouth, and Yami swallowed it down.
"You taste good." He murmured to Yugi. "You taste like innocence, like light. You taste like-" A terribly look was forming in Yami's eyes. He was going to say you taste like Yugi Motou, not that Yami had ever tasted him before.
"Fuck me now!" Moaned Yugi, thinking quickly. He caressed Yami, reaching down into his discarded pants to find a bottle of lube. He handed it to Yami, who spread it on the outside of Yugi and one of his fingers.
He carefully slid one finger into Yugi, who groaned. Yami slid another finger in, until Yugi was almost screaming.
"Just do it!" Yugi cried. Yami drove into Yugi deeply, hitting Yugi's pleasure spot the first time in, so Yugi's tight ass tightened even further.
Yami came, kissing Yugi as he did so, and Yugi came over Yami's chest. ~END LEMON!!!~ Yugi flopped over next to Yami, curling up beside him like they had used to do so long ago, before Yami had started ignoring him, before America, before nine years of pain.
//Aibou?//Asked a sleepy voice.
/?/ He replied. First a feeling of shock, then one of contentment washed over Yugi, projected from Yami.
They both fell asleep, happy and peaceful for one night. ~~~~~~~~~~Two Hours LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yugi woke up suddenly. Someone was holding him, someone familiar.
Yugi gasped as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. He crawled out from under Yami and searched through the ruins of his pants, pausing to take out a tiny handgun and to strap a throwing knife on each arm.
Silently he padded back to Yami, trying to puzzle everything out.
One night of sex and fun doesn't change 12 years of pain! He reasoned.
Yugi had to get the secret out of Yami.
Everyone cheered, Seto and Yugi climbing down.
Yugi turned around to see Yami glaring down at him. "Nice of you to introduce yourself beforehand." Yami said, disapproving.
"Nice of you, too, Mr. Celebrity. If you had answered honestly I might have also." Yugi shot back sarcastically.
He glanced around and saw a familiar sight: females with adoring eyes, heading their way.
"Fuck!" He breathed. "Get me out of here, Set-" He looked around, but Seto had abandoned him to his fans. The only one left was Yami. Perfect.
"Um, I know this is impolite but if you can get me out of here without them following I'll do anything!" He whispered, widening his eyes innocently. Of course he didn't mean it that way! No way would he ever say something like that!
Yami swallowed discreetly and laughed. "I know the dangers of female fans. Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere with food and music." Replied Yugi gratefully. "I'll buy!"
Yami quickly produced a cell phone and called up someone, the someone turning out to be three someone's with Goth clothes and large biceps. Yugi chuckled inwardly. This close he could sense Yami's thoughts, and he definitely was more than willing to be led by the nose. All Yugi had to do was continue and Yami'd probably even make the first move!
They left quickly after one muscled guy pushed a cooing girl out of the way. Yami led the way to his limousine. "So, is Yugi your first name?" Asked Yami casually. Yugi nodded. "But most people call me Kenshii or one of those strange nicknames I seem to pick up." Yami laughed. "Well, you WERE the most eligible bachelor on the world this year. By the way, I didn't see you on the photo shoot, but your picture showed up in the article....?" "Well, there was a...scheduling...problem that day. Several people were dying and..." Yugi let himself trail off. All these lies were most uncomfortable, but as soon as the time was right Yami could answer all of Yugi's questions, like why had he been ignored and why...
Yugi shook the thoughts out of his head. Time to kick some serious flirting ass.
Meanwhile, Yami had been studying him. "You know," He mused, "You look very familiar. Where you born with the name Kenshii?"
There was a suspicious glint to his eyes and Yugi knew that if he slipped up here there would be no way to go back.
"Yes!" He sighed audibly. "Sometimes I want to change it to something simpler, but...I am the last of my line, and if I end up dying because of work there will be no Kenshii's left."
The gleam left Yami's eyes, leaving a dull ache that Yugi could sense.
Serves him right! Thought Yugi. At least Yami remembered the old Yugi.
They reached the nightclub, a brightly lit club for punk or goth patrons called the Black Lagoon. Apparently Yami was a regular patron because they were ushered to a table right away.
"Hello!" May I take your orders?" Asked a pretty girl that looked remarkably like...Mai!
"Mai!" Greeted Yami. "I'll have a marguerita, what about you, Kenshii?"
"I'll have a Bloody Mary." Yugi answered quickly, hoping that Mai wouldn't recognize him. She'd been one of the few people that hadn't ignored him.
"Are you-" She began, before Yami cut her off.
"No, Mai, he isn't." His voice was sad, but filled with brief affection when he introduced Yugi, mercifully leaving out the 'Purple Demon', Virus Killer titles out of it.
Mai nodded warily, eying Yugi briefly before going to get their drinks.
"Mai is an old friend of mine." Yami explained. "We used to know someone who looked a little like you. His first name was Yugi, too."
"Where is he now?" Yugi asked, wanting to know where Yami thought he'd went.
"We don't know. We don't know why he left, either. Only a small note, saying things that would never have come out of his mouth." Yami stopped. "Forgive me; let's talk about something else.
Yugi nodded just as the drinks were served. He took a small sip of his drink, darting his tongue to lick the extra drops up in a way that had Yami staring for a split second. Then Yami buried his face in his drink, blushing for the second time that evening.
"Want to dance?" Yugi chirped, laughing to himself. Yami didn't stand a chance against the seductive power of Yugi dancing. He'd learned quite a few things in America.
They made their way to the dance floor and started dancing.
Yugi was snatched up by a smiling man with long, black hair. Shooting an apologetic look back at Yami, he started dancing with the guy.
The man danced closer and closer to him, until finally they were touching, dancing so close that their legs rubbed together.
He shot a glance at Yami and say him dancing halfheartedly with a willowy fellow, brown curly hair brushing his shoulders. This was working. Yugi danced a few more songs with his partner, and then the man seemed content to buy Yugi a drink, so they went over to the bar.
The guy stumbled slightly and fell partly on Yugi, groping him rudely on his ass. Yugi spun around.
"Don't touch me, buddy." He said in a dangerous voice, but the guy just grinned. Yugi had to deal with this schmoe, before things got out of hand and he lost his temper.
"Alright, big fella, lets go to a more secluded spot!" Yugi said in a seductive voice that sounded sickly to his ears, but the man followed as Yugi led him into a patch of smoke at one end of the club.
He quickly turned around and karate chopped the guys hand when he tried another grope, shoving his elbow into the mans gut when he stumbled forward, and then ended it by knocking the persistent man's head against the wall. He slid down bonelessly, but Yugi could tell that he was still breathing.
Yugi smiled grimly. Three moves and no blood; at least he had managed to control his anger and not kill him altogether. Rape and harassment was something Yugi never tolerated.
He started to saunter back to the main area when someone surfaced in the smoke. It was Mai!
"You ARE Yugi Motou, aren't you?" She asked hysterically. "We all thought you might have died!"
"And what will you do if I am?" Yugi asked. "Tell Yami?"
Mai shook her head. "It's obvious he doesn't know, and I won't tell him. It's also obvious you can take care of yourself now." She gestured towards the unconscious fellow. "But I'll walk out of here with you so Yami doesn't worry. I don't know why you're back but I know why you left and I will help if you need me."
Yugi nodded his thanks and they both strode out of the mist. Yami was sitting at their table, looking slightly agitated, but he calmed down when he saw Yugi.
"Where were you?" He demanded. "This place can get rough!"
Yugi's jaw hardened. "Thank you for the advice. You see, I wouldn't have known. I've never been to equally seedy bars in Africa or Asia or Europe or in the United States!" He said sarcastically, and Yami winced. "Sorry. You just seem..."
"Weak?" Asked Yugi. With effort he controlled his temper. There would be time later for that. "I'm ready to leave now." Yugi said abruptly, remembering what he had told Seto to do. "Would you mind giving me a ride back to Kaiba Corp?"
Yami seemed disappointed but they left.
~10 minutes LATER~
The limousine drove up to Kaiba Corp doors, glinting silver in the moonlight, but they didn't open.
"Damn!" Yugi cursed. "This place has a curfew!"
Yami laughed.
"Look, can you just take me to the nearest hotel, please?" Asked Yugi innocently. "I'm sorry to be taking so much of your time."
Yami shook his head hurriedly. "It's no trouble. And the nearest hotel is farther away than my house. You can stay there!"
Yugi looked doubtful, but he agreed. "If that's all right with you..."
Yami perked up and they drove to his house, a large suite in the wealthy part of town.
"I have a bigger house in the country." He explained to Yugi. "This little place is only for my in-town visits.
Yugi smiled shyly and they walked in. "Er, if you like you can go ahead and take a shower now." Yami told him.
After a short discussion on placement of towels and different shampoos, Yugi got into the shower. He washed himself unhurriedly, making sure to shampoo and condition his hair.
When he got out, he made sure to put on his pants but no shirt. Yugi walked into the kitchen, where Yami was sipping a cup of coffee.
"Want so-" Yami's voice stopped in midword as he noticed that Yugi was not wearing any top. Yugi's hard muscles stood out, giving him a wiry build, scattered with a few scars.
"Do I want some coffee?" Interpreted Yugi, eyes twinkling. "Yes, thank you."
Yami started and got out another cup, eyes still trained on Yugi's bare chest. Yami got out another cup for Yugi and gave it to him, drawing closer. Yugi looked up into Yami's eyes. They were red, the red of drying blood, but for a second Yugi was captivated.
Then Yami carefully set down his cup and swooped in to kiss Yugi. Yugi was shocked. He had had no idea how forward Yami was.
Guess this is just another easy fuck for him...
Yami licked at Yugi's bottom him, asking for entrance, and when he got it Yami's tongue was inside his mouth in a flash, exploring every nook and cranny.
Yugi moaned a little, rubbing Yami's tongue with his own. In their rush, though, they had forgotten the counter behind Yugi. Yugi backed up into it, breaking the kiss with an eep of pain when he collided.
Yami grinned apologetically and picked Yugi up, taking him to his room. Yami tumbled Yugi onto his bed, lying on top of his hikari, but he hesitated.
"What is it?" Breathed Yugi. "Just do it." "Are you sure?" Asked Yami. "Yes, I'm sure! And further more, you've fucked enough people that this should come second nature to you!" Breathed Yugi. "Do you think I'd have let you TOUCH me if I didn't welcome it?!" But Yami hesitated still. ~LEMON ALERT!!!~ Yugi was exasperated. They had come this far. He needed to catch Yami off guard, dammit!
Yugi pulled Yami towards him and kissed him fiercely, savaging the larger man with his tongue, thrusting up with his hips. Yami let out a groan and Yugi knew the other man had a hard on. Yami finally reacted, sucking on Yugi's neck, making Yugi wimper.
Yugi buried his hands in Yami's hair, making small groans as Yami sucked his way down to a nipple, swirling around it with his tongue. Yugi moaned even loader, and he took his hands from Yami's hair to run them under Yami's shirt, making him shiver.
He tweaked one of Yami's nipples, causing Yami to buck his hips, creating friction.
"You have too much on!" Breathed Yugi, who dragged Yami's shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground. Yami was busy working on Yugi's leather pants, and he finally just ripped the zipper off.
Yugi impatiently did the same with Yami's pants, and Yami took Yugi in the mouth, slowly sucking on it, Yugi feeling waves of ecstasy come over him, as he forgot for a single second who he was, or that he was being deep- throated by the man he hated most in the world, or that his problems might be ended with this man's death.
He came in Yami's mouth, and Yami swallowed it down.
"You taste good." He murmured to Yugi. "You taste like innocence, like light. You taste like-" A terribly look was forming in Yami's eyes. He was going to say you taste like Yugi Motou, not that Yami had ever tasted him before.
"Fuck me now!" Moaned Yugi, thinking quickly. He caressed Yami, reaching down into his discarded pants to find a bottle of lube. He handed it to Yami, who spread it on the outside of Yugi and one of his fingers.
He carefully slid one finger into Yugi, who groaned. Yami slid another finger in, until Yugi was almost screaming.
"Just do it!" Yugi cried. Yami drove into Yugi deeply, hitting Yugi's pleasure spot the first time in, so Yugi's tight ass tightened even further.
Yami came, kissing Yugi as he did so, and Yugi came over Yami's chest. ~END LEMON!!!~ Yugi flopped over next to Yami, curling up beside him like they had used to do so long ago, before Yami had started ignoring him, before America, before nine years of pain.
//Aibou?//Asked a sleepy voice.
/?/ He replied. First a feeling of shock, then one of contentment washed over Yugi, projected from Yami.
They both fell asleep, happy and peaceful for one night. ~~~~~~~~~~Two Hours LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yugi woke up suddenly. Someone was holding him, someone familiar.
Yugi gasped as the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. He crawled out from under Yami and searched through the ruins of his pants, pausing to take out a tiny handgun and to strap a throwing knife on each arm.
Silently he padded back to Yami, trying to puzzle everything out.
One night of sex and fun doesn't change 12 years of pain! He reasoned.
Yugi had to get the secret out of Yami.