Author's note:
I'll make this short and sweet:
I had work to do, not to mention that my other computer broke down and I lost all my chapters for this story.
So I'm on my new computer and still in the process of recovery all my freakin' loss of data. But most importantly, I had to make sure that this chapter was worth your read, which it will be.
Oooh, yes . It certainly is……
Chapter17: Advantage….Who?
Yugi stumbled backwards into the bedroom and crashed onto the ground with a thud, his eyes lit with anger and shock at Yami's audacity. Surprise wasn't even the word to begin describing what he was feeling at the moment.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Yami stood their, chest heaving, eyes burning with frustration. "Enough! We will settle this RIGHT here, RIGHT now!"
"What the HELL is your problem? Are you freakin' nuts!", Yugi screeched, trying to regain his composure, feeling like he'd been mauled into his room. His emotions were so scrambled that he began bracing himself for another one of Yami's random 'attacks'.
"Oh, so you want to 'settle' this? You wanna fight me!", Yugi cried resentfully, bunching his fists like some wanna-be prize fighter. To him, Yami was going berserk and he wasn't taking any chances.
"Put your bloody hands down, Yugi. I don't want to fight you!" Yami said incredulously, rolling his eyes heavenward at what he believed was an overreaction on Yugi's part.
It was one thing for Yugi to raise his fists up in defense, but it was something else entirely when he stomped towards Yami full of rage….. 'Hmmm….what was THIS?', Yami thought curiously.
"You freakin' attacked me, you…You…Bastard!"
Too caught up with this sudden streak of white hot anger that flowed within him - without so much as thinking- he boxed Yami in the face…..hard.
Caught by surprise, Yami's face snapped to the side, swaying a little to his left.
Yugi began shoving him in his chest but he regained his wits about him, trying to ward him off. But when Yugi became more aggressive with his antics, Yami grabbed his Abou roughly by the collar of his shirt.
"Christ! That HURT!", he roared, red eyes glaring, stunned beyond belief that Yugi would dare hit him.
"Good! You want some more?", Yugi taunted mockingly, grabbing Yami's wrist that held firmly on his T-shirt. He snatched Yami's shirt in retaliation when he wouldn't relinquish his iron-clad hold.
"Bloody HELL! Yugi, do NOT make me hurt you!", he said with crimson eyes flashing, trying to control his very hostile counterpart. Clearly the pharaoh was on the edge of containing his own temper, desperately trying to avoid further physical contact - but Yugi wasn't making this easy at all by goading him.
His right hand held onto Yugi's clothing while quickly using his free hand to clasp the wrist that now clutched violently onto HIS shirt.
"Hurt me? You've hurt me ENOUGH as it is already, you jerk!", Yugi sneered, still engaged in a power struggle with Yami, who's size and strength was beginning to overcome him.
He was being wrestled into submission, which only made him wilder with fury. Then Yami desperately tried lifting him up by the lower legs to slam him onto the bed. Easier said than done of course, because the former pharaoh almost got an unwelcome knee to the balls – which made him growl in frustration and tackle Yugi onto the mattress.
"Get the…fuck off of me! GET OFF!", Yugi bellowed, struggling with his back on the bed, vigorously trying to push off Yami.
In the midst of this struggle, Yugi still had the presence in mind to reach above him and clutched the nearest pillow, then began striking Yami on the head with it, emphasizing each blow with a curse and a holler.
"….You - Stupid - PRICK! Aargh! GET - OFF!"
"Will – YOU –STOP - THAT? Are – you trying to KILL ME!" Yami yelled confusedly, doing his best to block each oncoming blow to his already aching face, barely trying to keep himself from knocking the 'pillow-plopper' into next week.
He was finally able to wrest the flailing pillow from Yugi's grasp and flung it viciously across the room, then managed to capture his wrists, pinning them forcefully onto the bed.
"STOP IT!"
"Get the hell off me, Yami!", the lavender-eyed male shouted in the most commanding tone he could muster, glaring up at his 'attacker', who was now straddling him to keep him still.
"I won't get off of you until you calm down!"
"I HATE YOU!"
Yami's eyes widened at that exclamation.
"You know you don't mean that!…..You don't hate me.", he said, more to convince himself after he heard the vehemence in Yugi's voice.
"You arrogant son-of-a-bitch! Who the hell are you to tell me how I feel about you when I just TOLD you I HATE you? You always have to have it your way, don't you? Don't you! Damn you!" he sneered, trying to keep the quiver from his voice. How he hated being submitted like this. It was…humiliating. He shifted his face to the side so Yami wouldn't see his watery eyes. He hated showing how vulnerable Yami made him feel….
Yami looked down at his Aibou, his heart breaking when he saw what he was doing to him.
"Fine…I AM an arrogant son-of-a-bitch. I'm an ass, a bastard, a prick, a tyrant, everything you've said to me for the pass few weeks, except for the one fact that despite all those things…you don't HATE me, Yugi. I KNOW I've hurt you. Please, I'm sorry….I'm so sorry…… You don't know how much I wish this didn't happen, but we CAN'T keep fighting each other. You can't keep running away from me. And you know it, too.", Yami exclaimed with husky passion in his voice.
"No, you're not sorry! …", Yugi squirmed beneath him.
"I didn't have anything else to say before, but I DO now. So please…PLEASE listen to what I have to say." He stared intently into Yugi's face, which still looked up at him in contempt.
"Do I have much of a fucking choice?", Yugi managed sarcastically even in his emotionally unstable state, hinting at the obvious fact that Yami had him pinned to the mattress and could do little else.
Yami's lips were a thin line, trying to block the ringing in his ears and regain some semblance of calm before he spoke the words that he felt needed to be said.
"You're right about one thing…."
Yami paused, catching his breath before he continued.
"I CAN'T bear the fact that you mention Tygris' name around me…. that you were with him and it wasn't because I merely distrusted him. It also occurred to me….that it had just as much to do with jealousy more than anything else. I greatly dislike him because I somehow sensed that he could mean something more to you than just plain old friendship."
There…he said it.
His crimson eyes roved down Yugi's face, then down his chest, then went up to look devouringly into Yugi's lavender eyes, which were round as saucers.
"Do you know what went on in my mind every time I imagined you with him?" he said with such chilling possessive innuendo, it sent shivers down Yugi's spine.
"That you could be doing things with him - intimate things- that you should only be doing with someone you really care about. Someone …. like ME!", Yami claimed while reflecting to the dream he had of Yugi and Tygris, which STILL made him blaze with envy.
Yugi was reeling after what Yami had just revealed. What he felt must have shown in his face because even though Yami was still straddling him, the former pharaoh let his grip loosen on his wrists a bit, as if he could feel his resistance shifting a little.
He kept his mouth shut, not daring to break Yami's sudden urge to confess his jealousy of his relationship with Tygris - a relationship he clearly still misunderstood. This was NOT what he was expecting at all….
Yam licked his lips and sighed as if he was glad to finally get that little piece off of his chest.
"That day….when I kissed you, I had no idea why I did it but now I know better. I was too damn scared and pompous to admit what the hell it was. Now I've finally put my stupid pride aside, my fear of what it could mean for you and me…. and I've found that it was more than what it seemed at first. The best way I can describe what prompted me to kiss you was pure impulsive desire."
He cringed.
"But what I AM afraid of is what you felt about it, exactly how I made you feel and that's what I need to know now, Yugi…..Because if I've harmed and disgusted you or made you feel less of a person for what I did - if you hate me because of THAT - then I'll understand."
He looked down attentively, clearly holding his breath for Yugi's response.
Yugi figured this was his cue to finally talk. His voice was full of emotion, he said:
"I…don't hate you…..
But I hated the things you said to me, the way you treated me, the way you just discarded me like some useless rag. You don't trust me and that hurts, after all we've been through together. You don't treat me like a friend anymore, more like a child that needs to be taken care of, Yami. And I'm not even sure what you are to me anymore because when you kissed me…"
Yugi paused, stilling his breathe in a smooth calm.
"When you kissed me, I was scared too. I was so confused as to what YOU felt about me when you kissed me…..I didn't know what to think at first, what could have made you do something like that, but once I got the time to reflect and think about it and for all the hell you gave me, the feelings I experienced were never harm or disgust.
"It happened so quickly that I couldn't quite define it as 'desire', but I wasn't exactly fighting what I felt either. All I know for sure is that despite what happened, I never rejected that kiss.
I-I never…rejected you."
When a tear escaped down his left cheek, Yami darted his tongue to lick the runaway bead away, tasting its faint saltiness….wanting so badly to taste away Yugi's hurt just as easily.
"I don't want you to feel uncertain about how you feel. I know I haven't been the person you've come to know, as the friend you've once trusted, but I want to prove that we can be best friends again. And if you allow it…I can show you that we can be more than that."
Yami adjusted his weight a bit and leaned closer while his hand thumbed away what was left of the tears on his lavender-eyed friend's face. He peered in, mere inches away, so close that it made Yugi a little breathless.
"We may call what we had a 'kiss'… but at the time, you and I were both too caught up in our emotions to fully recognize it for what it was. A kiss…is only as good as the power and meaning behind it - and to be fully aware of it is exhilarating.
"The only way we can truly find out if this is what we both think it is, is if we do it again - only this time, there won't BE any doubts."
He hovered so close to Yugi's face that his nose touched his invitingly. And Yugi just laid there …mesmerized. Another shiver went down his spine so quick, it made him ache all over.
Just when he thought Yami was finally going to kiss him, Yami instead lowered pass his face to put his mouth directly against his right ear. Almost teasingly, he whispered in the most arousing, dangerously seductive tone Yugi had ever heard in his life….
"A kiss can be deadly……….if you TRULY mean it."
Silence.
"Do you want to, Yugi? …Because I wouldn't dare kiss you again unless you said 'Yes' this time…… But if you say 'No', Yugi…"
He paused, his cool breath emanating against his ear lobe.
"I promise to never do it again. You have my word as a former pharaoh."
Raising his face up at decent distance so he could assess Yugi's expression, he said almost cunningly, "Your move."
'Holy shit! 'MYmove'? Hell, what do you THINK, Yami?', Yugi thought inwardly, staring wide-eyed at him, allowing himself to get caught up in seducer's spell.
'Never' was so….final.
He couldn't imagine having another opportunity to really find out if this will lead to other paths. Besides, isn't this what he had dreamed about? Isn't this what had kept him wide awake at nights, just thinking of the possibilities? So, what was he waiting for then?
"Yes….Yes, I want you to kiss me."
A ghost of a smile appeared on the former pharaoh's face in satisfaction.
"It goes…something like this…"
Yami leaned in like a hawk pouncing on his prey, nuzzling Yugi's nose in intimate manner. His pert tongue glided teasingly over Yugi's lips, then retreated it back into his mouth in a salacious manner.
Yugi sighed pleasurably, licking the moistness off his lips, waiting to see what would happen next.
Then the crimson-eyed one darted his tongue out again to further engage the kiss, but this time Yugi flicked his own tongue to tangle with his. At that, Yami drew back a little and chuckled softly.
"Eager, aren't you?"
When he saw Yugi smile up at him, he opened his mouth to let Yugi plunge his tongue inside- seeking, absorbing…tasting.
Yami's lips entwined hungrily with his lavender-eyed Abou, doing a dance that only lovers' were meant to do.
Feeling Yugi's hands on the left top of his shoulder and on the back of his tousled head only encouraged him to launch this devastating assault on both their senses.
Yami grazed his hands lovingly over Yugi's collar bone, caressing his partner's face while he flicked his tongue wickedly inside his Aibou's mouth in a rhythm that mimicked the movement of ardent loving making.
"Mmm…", escaped the moan from Yugi's devoured mouth, whose blood began to hum with a tune that bespoke his rising desire the more passionate their kiss became.
Emboldened, Yugi's hands went on an expedition, reaching in the inside of Yami's shirt, exploring them down his muscled abdomen. Trailing scandalously lower….lower, he discovered the hard ridge that protruded from Yami's blue boxers.
He used one of his hands to open the slit of Yami's boxers and sprung free the bulging shaft, then began to stroke the former pharaoh up and down, hoping to strike pure gold.
"Uuuuh…."
Jackpot.
"Uuuuh…Yes! …"
Ching! Ching! CHING!
"Wait…N-no, stop. STOP!" , Yami hissed, pulling himself away from Yugi's wicked touch.
No longer straddling Yugi, sitting in a kneeling position on the bed, Yami tried collecting his composure, not to mention collecting his…er….other 'stuff', before looking bewilderedly into Yugi's face.
"We…we can't do that.", he said, still panting after almost letting himself go over the cliff.
Yugi was now sitting up, his hands splayed apart side to side on the bed. He eyed Yami in almost the same expression: still a little breathless from all that soul-branding kisses.
In his mind, Yugi yelled, 'Why the hell NOT!', but he dared not voice that out loud for fear of saying something foolish to destroy their defining moment. Well, for now…anyway…
So instead, he said a bit mischievously, "I think we got a little carried away."
'You think?', Yami thought to himself, now a little embarrassed to be in such a disoriented state. "I …I guess that was revealing enough evidence to find what we've been searching for Yugi."
"Yep…I did.", Yugi said with a smug innuendo, who couldn't help himself from responding in such a bold manner. It made his smile even wider when he saw the stark red blush on Yami's face. 'How…enchanting.' he thought.
Yami tried to put on a serious facade but was failing miserably at it, glaring when he saw the too pleased look on his face.
"We need t…"
"Admit it."
Taken aback by the intrusion, Yami said, "What?"
"Admit that I made you come."
Yami's mouth dropped.
'Since WHEN did Yugi ever get the gall to be boastful about some…. minor showing of sexual prowess? The bloody nerve!', he thought.
He then scoffed at Yugi's frank proclamation.
"You did NOT make me come."
"Really, now? …… Didn't sound like that to me.", Yugi prodded in the same smug tone.
"In case you didn't know, my little virgin, my coming didn't actually occur since I didn't spill myself. I didn't have the full blown orgasm for it to happen.", Yami finished tartly, not wanting to give into the feeling that the tables have turned a little bit. It clear Yugi was trying to get his goat.
"Oh please, it looked like you were damn near getting there! Besides, coming can also mean just having a jolt of pleasure, which doesn't have to result in the spilling of one's self.", Yugi said slyly for Yami's benefit.
Yami flinched a little wide-eyed at THAT.
Good for the arrogant bastard who thought he can use his skills of seduction to subdue him. Ha!
"Okay …..Since you put it that way, as I recall, clearly I was the only who made you start panting and sighing for pleasure from the very beginning - before you started jerking me off!", he snarled boastfully in return, eyebrows jutting.
"True…. But Idefinitely wasn't the one moaning and groaning, and yelling and screaming and sighing and grunting 'Ooooooooooooooooooh, yes! Yes! YES! ...'"
"That's ENOUGH! You exaggerate!", Yami said in loud laughing voice, trying to keep the mirth from showing in his eyes.
Christ! This was bloody unbelievable! First Yugi does a mad-dash attack on him, NOW he has deal with this sudden outburst of crowing! At every turn he turned, Yugi was full of new surprises. He'd much prefer to deal with the latter part than have to experience the former ever again. But hell, this …was still irritating!
He eased himself from the bed, then looked down at his trousers to see that he was still waving a big sign of a poker.
He groaned inwardly. "I'm going to have to seriously do something about you.", he mumbled to himself, but to his horror Yugi overheard him.
"If you would have just let me 'spill' you, you wouldn't have to be worrying about it any longer. You still can, you know.", he poured on.
Yami gaped at him, embarrassingly having been heard prattling to his willful cock.
"Oh, shut up!"
Then he turned around, and began walking towards the door when he heard Yugi rustle on the bed, his voice a little closer than it was before.
"Hold on….so that's it? You're just gonna leave and do nothing about it?", Yugi declared disappointedly when he saw that Yami was no longer in the mood to carry on with their little game.
"I guess so."
"WHAT? You 'guess' so? No wait a minute, Yami. We never did say what this will mean for the both of us after we kissed each other passionately. So…is this really what it is? You know………?"
He trailed off, giving Yami the blatant hint that was his own 'I'm - STILL -here!' crotch - as to what he really implied with his loaded 'You know…..?' .
The former pharaoh shook his head, then turned around and said in an almost woeful manner, "I don't know. You tell me: Is this what it is to YOU, Yugi?"
Very surprisingly, there was dead silence.
And that surprised Yami as well as he glanced at his Abou, who now sat at the edge of the bed. He didn't wait any longer to see if Yugi would actually respond, so he hesitantly grabbed the knob of the door and opened it. But he paused, still gripping onto the knob…. crushing it, more like it.
"I-I don't want you to misunderstand my leaving you but I …I need to think. I hope this experience was as…..exhilarating for you as it was for me, Yugi." He looked like he wanted to say so much more, but he left and closed the door leaving nothing but a vacuum in its wake.
Yugi sat onto the bed, almost stunned by Yami's sudden need to make an exit.
Yugi's POV:
Something was wrong.
But what? Why would Yami just leave me lusting after him, especially after we shared such passion for one another, especially after HE was the one who initiated it?
It was so obvious that he wanted to seduce me…..so why did he stop? Why didn't he let me whisk him away to that level of ecstasy? Was his talk of greater intimacy just load of crap, just to get me lower my guard and keep me under wraps all over again?
No…It CAN'T be.
I know he meant every word what he said. He would never say all those things without meaning any of them. For that, I am dead certain.
Was it a good idea for me to poke fun at him? - using his own arrogance against him so he would get a taste of how it feels like to have it rubbed in his face for a change?
No, he needed it, even for a little bit. It felt good shocking him, but that couldn't be the reason why he stalked off, though. Couldn't it?
Damn it, I should have said something! I'm so stupid!
Stupid mouth! SPEAK!
What the hell was stopping me from telling him what I really wanted?
I wanted him to admit that I can make him feel vulnerable, be the one that broke down all his defenses, make him lose control….Just like I did when I made him moan with pleasure.
But most of all, I wanted him to make love me. Yes…. I'm positively sure of it now.
And that wasn't the only method to my madness…
In fact, I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone.
I was counting that he would act on his pricked pride, ACT on his lust, really.
…… hoping that it would lead to his making love to me.
I'd thought reverse logic would help spurn the horse closer to the water, but it backfired and now it seems like…it seems like he's running a little scared.
Which circles back to the problem: Why?
Why deny what was so obviously there for the taking? I have little experience with sex, but DAMN, I know a horny man when I see one! So why did he not just…take IT?
Let it be!
Of all the times he should have acted on his stupid arrogance, he chooses that very moment NOT to act in character.
Did I miscalculate something here? Cripes, how bad IS my luck? I can' t even get a lay with the guy I want to lay with, when he pretty much hinted he wanted to lay me, but suddenly doesn't want to lay me …
God, I'm getting the case of the 'Mojo Jojo' here…
Better stop so I can think…..
Should I do something about it if Yami is INDEED reneging on his words? Do I dare demand it of him? Well, it wasn't a promise, but to me it's almost as if he had made a promise – bloody sacred one, in fact - and decided to just break it in a minute. Hell, what did you expect? I feel cheated here!
No, he won't slither away so easily. He better not be thinking he can give me that whole seductive jive shit minutes ago, only to hide it smoothly away in a veneer of control and unaffectedness later on.
Wait a minute….I know what to do now.
What better way to snag the pharaoh than to continue to play the game of seduction myself? Finish what he obviously started?
There were chinks in the seemingly impenetrable armor after all, so what better time to press my advantage than now or even in the following days ahead?
There's no mistaking that I HAVE the touch, but I still lack the considerable experience and know how needed to lure Yami under a spell so tantalizing, there would be no way he could turn away from it.
So I may need a little… guiding, advising even.
Hmmmm ….. And who better to help me than the man of sin himself?
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