Yup Yup. It's that time again. Time for the Young and the Beautiful! Erm,
yeah... More importantly, 'tis lemon time. Now, this is my first lemon, so
don't be too disappointed if it's bloody awful. If you *don't* want to read
the lemony-bits, I'll tell you when to stop when you get there, m'kay?
You'll still get the fluffy kissy stuff.
Thanks to everyone who helped with the French, our teacher wasn't the best, even though I did French for two years. I learnt colours, and numbers, and body parts, but that's about all I can remember...
Disclaimer: I'm sure Kazuki Takahashi did not mean for Yami and Seto and Bakura and Ryou to be having wild nights together. Well, maybe he did. Why else would he make them so damn sexy? Anyway, my point is that Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine.
Dedication: It is Goth-Ankh's birthday today, so lucky her gets the lemon. Also dedicated to Sailor Pride and Yumi, as they gave me a plushie!! *Huggles plushie* It's soooo cute!! My little cuddly Yami!! Uh, I'll just get on with it, shall I...
Chapter 18: Lemon Sunrise (oh, the subtlety...)
* * *
The dessert came, and Yami couldn't help but be amazed at how Seto had changed in the last month or so. Before, he was reserved, secretive, and almost cold on the outside; yet now, he would feed Yami strawberries and cream, and kiss away the excess white fluff from his lips, his hand roving in all the right places... Yami's train of thought crashed as he was lost in the sensation.
At a nearby table, a gossip columnist for the self-declared number one girl's magazine in Japan fingered the rim of her glass. Her boyfriend had been trying to propose all night, but his courage kept failing him, and he had escaped to the bathroom to calm down.
She looked around, snooping being her profession, when she noticed two teens in a dark corner. The two teens in question had recently appeared in a feature article, making them excellent prying subjects. Of course, she had to assume it was an innocent business meeting or something of the sort, unless you believed the rumours on the online gossip pages. She stole another peek at them, her eyes widening in shock. A few quick snaps with her camera-phone, and a five-minute article were all that were necessary. She sent it to the editor, thus filling the gossip page and raising her pay.
Oblivious to the attention, Yami and Seto continued to devour the strawberries and each other. They up and left soon after, Seto leaving a considerable tip, much to the delight of the waitress.
* * *
One uneventful car-trip later, Seto took Yami by the hand and lifted him from the seat. "Thankyou for tonight, Seto," Yami whispered, leaning into his boyfriend's embrace.
"You say it like it's over," he smirked, "when really, it's far from it." He kissed the spirit softly on the lips. Even his voice is sexy, thought Yami, as his eyes slid shut and he deepened the kiss, linking his hands behind Seto's neck. He hoisted the shorter teen so his legs were wrapped around his hips, allowing Seto to carry him inside while his tongue continued to explore the sweet, wet heat of Yami's mouth. Yami had no objection whatsoever to this; what he did object to was that nuisance of a shirt, which was removed directly and thrown on the stairs, Yami's fingers roaming Seto's bare chest.
Seto lowered him onto his dark blue silken sheets, leaning over him, panting slightly. Crimson met sapphire for an instant, before the former Pharaoh reclaimed his love's mouth. Seto's hand cupped his cheek, then descended to his chest, lingering for a moment before sliding under his thin black top and peeling it off him. Yami whimpered as Seto drew away from his mouth, spreading feather-light kisses down his jaw and neck. Yami nipped playfully at Seto's ear, his breath tickling the sensitive point and sending shivers down his spine.
Both boys reached for the others' leather pants, and the final nuisance items of clothing being removed, Yami drew the silk over their naked bodies, Seto kissing him once more.
* * *
Ryou listened, interested, at the bathroom door. Bakura was singing in the shower, oddly sweetly, in another language. Probably Ancient Egyptian. Ryou closed his eyes, lost in the ancient tune.
He was snapped back to reality as Bakura opened the door, sending Ryou backwards onto the bathroom tiles. "Oww!" he exclaimed, ready to string curses at the spirit. He stopped mid "Twat" as he noticed Bakura's attire - an unbuttoned green shirt, showing off his perfectly toned and tanned chest, the millennium ring gleaming against his skin.
"You. Here. Now." He caught him by aforementioned artefact, dragging him closer, almost missing his mouth entirely in his haste.
"You're such a little innocent," he smirked at his light when they broke apart. Ryou scowled at him. "Well, you are. Don't worry, it's very cute."
"Oh, Shut up!" Ryou snapped, leaning in to kiss him again. Bakura held up a hand to stop him. He smiled, and pushed Ryou up against the bed. "What are you doing, 'Kura?"
"See? Innocent." His fingers deftly undid Ryou's belt, tossing it away, the English teen colouring, having an inkling of what Bakura meant to do.
* * * Close your eyes, I'll take you by the hand and lead you away to safer places... Or, read on. *grabs lemonade, drains, and starts typing*
Yami kissed Seto harder this time, and Seto answered just as fiercely. They battled for a few minutes, until Yami conceded. Seto held him by the arms, and pulled away. "Mmm," Yami protested, sucking on his bottom lip to prevent him from moving. Seto laughed, turning him over, his hands moving to his waist, as he kissed Yami on the back of the neck, ending in a bite. Something clicked over in Yami's mind, and he figured what Seto intended. He gasped in both shock and pain as he felt Seto enter.
"Are you okay?" He sounded so concerned, but the pain had gone now. Yami tried to answer, but he was too distracted by the soft caress of Seto's fingers roaming his lean body. He was so gentle...
Seto's deliciously soft hands moved further down his body. Yami's eyes shot open, and a moan escaped his lips.
"Seto..."
* * *
Ryou clenched his fists, as his body reacted to Bakura, who wasn't even *doing* anything... yet. Said spirit giggled.
"You just giggled."
"There's a first time for everything." Ryou went crimson, from both embarrassment, and the sensation of Bakura's hot breath against *very* sensitive skin. He whimpered as Bakura slowly began to suck, teasing the poor boy. Ryou bit his lip, stifling a moan. Bakura continued to lick him, Ryou more and more frustrated, until he could no longer hold it; shocked to see Bakura swallow, rather than spit.
Ryou, breathing heavily, turned to the smirking Bakura. "You're such an evil bastard."
"I know. But you loved every second of it, my little innocent sweetie." Ryou, although he'd die before admit it, felt Bakura had a point.
* * * It's OK Now...
Yami snuggled closer to Seto's chest, his breathing normal once again, drifting to sleep. Seto ran his hand over his back, and although he was far from sleep, he felt very at peace with the world.
In the last few moments between alertness and sleep, Yami mumbled against the taller teen's chest; "I love you, Seto Kaiba."
* * *
Okies, well, there you have it. My first lemon(s) and I would love to know what everyone thought. Bloody hell, that was a long chapter.
Thanks to everyone who helped with the French, our teacher wasn't the best, even though I did French for two years. I learnt colours, and numbers, and body parts, but that's about all I can remember...
Disclaimer: I'm sure Kazuki Takahashi did not mean for Yami and Seto and Bakura and Ryou to be having wild nights together. Well, maybe he did. Why else would he make them so damn sexy? Anyway, my point is that Yu-Gi-Oh isn't mine.
Dedication: It is Goth-Ankh's birthday today, so lucky her gets the lemon. Also dedicated to Sailor Pride and Yumi, as they gave me a plushie!! *Huggles plushie* It's soooo cute!! My little cuddly Yami!! Uh, I'll just get on with it, shall I...
Chapter 18: Lemon Sunrise (oh, the subtlety...)
* * *
The dessert came, and Yami couldn't help but be amazed at how Seto had changed in the last month or so. Before, he was reserved, secretive, and almost cold on the outside; yet now, he would feed Yami strawberries and cream, and kiss away the excess white fluff from his lips, his hand roving in all the right places... Yami's train of thought crashed as he was lost in the sensation.
At a nearby table, a gossip columnist for the self-declared number one girl's magazine in Japan fingered the rim of her glass. Her boyfriend had been trying to propose all night, but his courage kept failing him, and he had escaped to the bathroom to calm down.
She looked around, snooping being her profession, when she noticed two teens in a dark corner. The two teens in question had recently appeared in a feature article, making them excellent prying subjects. Of course, she had to assume it was an innocent business meeting or something of the sort, unless you believed the rumours on the online gossip pages. She stole another peek at them, her eyes widening in shock. A few quick snaps with her camera-phone, and a five-minute article were all that were necessary. She sent it to the editor, thus filling the gossip page and raising her pay.
Oblivious to the attention, Yami and Seto continued to devour the strawberries and each other. They up and left soon after, Seto leaving a considerable tip, much to the delight of the waitress.
* * *
One uneventful car-trip later, Seto took Yami by the hand and lifted him from the seat. "Thankyou for tonight, Seto," Yami whispered, leaning into his boyfriend's embrace.
"You say it like it's over," he smirked, "when really, it's far from it." He kissed the spirit softly on the lips. Even his voice is sexy, thought Yami, as his eyes slid shut and he deepened the kiss, linking his hands behind Seto's neck. He hoisted the shorter teen so his legs were wrapped around his hips, allowing Seto to carry him inside while his tongue continued to explore the sweet, wet heat of Yami's mouth. Yami had no objection whatsoever to this; what he did object to was that nuisance of a shirt, which was removed directly and thrown on the stairs, Yami's fingers roaming Seto's bare chest.
Seto lowered him onto his dark blue silken sheets, leaning over him, panting slightly. Crimson met sapphire for an instant, before the former Pharaoh reclaimed his love's mouth. Seto's hand cupped his cheek, then descended to his chest, lingering for a moment before sliding under his thin black top and peeling it off him. Yami whimpered as Seto drew away from his mouth, spreading feather-light kisses down his jaw and neck. Yami nipped playfully at Seto's ear, his breath tickling the sensitive point and sending shivers down his spine.
Both boys reached for the others' leather pants, and the final nuisance items of clothing being removed, Yami drew the silk over their naked bodies, Seto kissing him once more.
* * *
Ryou listened, interested, at the bathroom door. Bakura was singing in the shower, oddly sweetly, in another language. Probably Ancient Egyptian. Ryou closed his eyes, lost in the ancient tune.
He was snapped back to reality as Bakura opened the door, sending Ryou backwards onto the bathroom tiles. "Oww!" he exclaimed, ready to string curses at the spirit. He stopped mid "Twat" as he noticed Bakura's attire - an unbuttoned green shirt, showing off his perfectly toned and tanned chest, the millennium ring gleaming against his skin.
"You. Here. Now." He caught him by aforementioned artefact, dragging him closer, almost missing his mouth entirely in his haste.
"You're such a little innocent," he smirked at his light when they broke apart. Ryou scowled at him. "Well, you are. Don't worry, it's very cute."
"Oh, Shut up!" Ryou snapped, leaning in to kiss him again. Bakura held up a hand to stop him. He smiled, and pushed Ryou up against the bed. "What are you doing, 'Kura?"
"See? Innocent." His fingers deftly undid Ryou's belt, tossing it away, the English teen colouring, having an inkling of what Bakura meant to do.
* * * Close your eyes, I'll take you by the hand and lead you away to safer places... Or, read on. *grabs lemonade, drains, and starts typing*
Yami kissed Seto harder this time, and Seto answered just as fiercely. They battled for a few minutes, until Yami conceded. Seto held him by the arms, and pulled away. "Mmm," Yami protested, sucking on his bottom lip to prevent him from moving. Seto laughed, turning him over, his hands moving to his waist, as he kissed Yami on the back of the neck, ending in a bite. Something clicked over in Yami's mind, and he figured what Seto intended. He gasped in both shock and pain as he felt Seto enter.
"Are you okay?" He sounded so concerned, but the pain had gone now. Yami tried to answer, but he was too distracted by the soft caress of Seto's fingers roaming his lean body. He was so gentle...
Seto's deliciously soft hands moved further down his body. Yami's eyes shot open, and a moan escaped his lips.
"Seto..."
* * *
Ryou clenched his fists, as his body reacted to Bakura, who wasn't even *doing* anything... yet. Said spirit giggled.
"You just giggled."
"There's a first time for everything." Ryou went crimson, from both embarrassment, and the sensation of Bakura's hot breath against *very* sensitive skin. He whimpered as Bakura slowly began to suck, teasing the poor boy. Ryou bit his lip, stifling a moan. Bakura continued to lick him, Ryou more and more frustrated, until he could no longer hold it; shocked to see Bakura swallow, rather than spit.
Ryou, breathing heavily, turned to the smirking Bakura. "You're such an evil bastard."
"I know. But you loved every second of it, my little innocent sweetie." Ryou, although he'd die before admit it, felt Bakura had a point.
* * * It's OK Now...
Yami snuggled closer to Seto's chest, his breathing normal once again, drifting to sleep. Seto ran his hand over his back, and although he was far from sleep, he felt very at peace with the world.
In the last few moments between alertness and sleep, Yami mumbled against the taller teen's chest; "I love you, Seto Kaiba."
* * *
Okies, well, there you have it. My first lemon(s) and I would love to know what everyone thought. Bloody hell, that was a long chapter.