Visitor
By Tara B Amy
Um... yes... there you are. The next chapter. (stares off dazedly) I still can't believe I wrote that. It's awful.
Warning: This chapter definitely is rated R! If you have a problem with it... well. Then just leave and stop reading this story. I told you this was going to happen from the start, so you knew it – and awaited it, in some or many cases. Anyway. Consider yourself warned.
This isn't the full chapter tough, since – in my opinion – some of it couldn't be called R anymore, so if you want to read all of it, I'll post it elsewhere. View my profile for more information.
Now enjoy! (cringes) I'm so ashamed of this piece. This is my very first English real lemon... (and it's long, heh...)...(screams and runs away) At least I didn't put all of this here (sighs)
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Yugi had a hard time focusing on the subject he worked on. He really hated politics. All those words just made no sense to him with the way they were combined. Social... blah, blah and industrial... gibber, gibber. He couldn't concentrate on them. He found he had the desire to really dislike the Polarians for doing that to him, but then he would have to dislike his own culture as well for having a complicated system.
Heaving a deep sigh Yugi shoved the book away from him. He lay on the floor of their hotel room, now crossing his arms in front of him and using them as a makeshift pillow for his much too heavy head, which felt overly trashed with information. Mrs Izumi had stood her ground and had pulled through with her promise to make up for the previous lazy day. The class had been studying all day and now it was late afternoon. Jou, Kaiba and Yugi were now – finally – back and for a short moment they had been happy about it... well, until they had remembered the Progress Report.
"Are you ready with collecting all the information you worked out today?" Kaiba asked from his place at the table.
"Almost." Yugi grumbled.
"I'm done." Jou, who had sat on his bed until now, climbed down and reached a few sheets of paper over to the brunette. Kaiba stared at them with wide eyes.
"You don't expect me to decipher that, do you?" he sneered, glancing up at his fellow classmate.
"Is the mighty Seto Kaiba not even able to read properly?" Jou smirked. "If the common words are too complicated for the mind of a genius, then go ask Yugi."
Kaiba glared and the blonde laughed out loud, having used almost the exact same words the CEO had insulted him with at the beginning of their excursion. And of course they both knew it.
"Mutt."
"Moneybags."
"You're stupid."
Yugi sighed again, burying his head deep in the folds of his sleeves. "Can't you two leave for a bit so I can get ready with this?"
Surprisingly both teens immediately fell silent, so Yugi looked back up, catching them casting a quick glance at each other with nervous eyes.
"I wanted to get out of here anyway." Jou folded his hands behind his head casually and walked to the door, putting his shoes on without lacing them. "I'll go get a coffee or something. I need one badly."
Stiffly Kaiba got to his feet, neatly setting his briefcase under the table, also walking over to the door. "Coffee sounds fine."
With the strong feeling of dreaming Yugi stared at his two roommates. What were they up to! They had to know that he hadn't been serious as he asked them to leave. Only the two of them... together... alone... Yugi swallowed, understanding dawning.
"I'll be back in an hour or so." Jou called out, then the door fell shut after him and the brunette.
Yugi couldn't quite believe his eyes and ears. Had they really left so they could...?
He buried his head back in his arms, thoughts of the last time he had seen them kissing shooting through his head. They had done that because they both had wanted it, but it had happened out of pure coincidence, they both had reacted to the other's actions.
But now? What was that now? They had caused that situation deliberately this time, they had taken the first chance they could get. Did they want to spent time together even though they were fighting most of the time? Didn't they hate each other?
He quite clearly remembered them leaning on each other's shoulder on the bus while sleeping. Maybe they had been like that for a long time now and he just hadn't noticed... which would mean that there had to be some feeling between them, binding them together despite their obvious distaste for each other. Maybe this feeling was the passion lingering in the air whenever they looked at each other.
But what was this passion? And could passion ever be love?
Yugi rolled onto his side, looking at the silver briefcase, sitting under the table innocently. Kaiba wasn't going to work, he realised. He had left all his utensils behind.
A small smile ghosted over his lips. In a way the relationship between them was sweet after all. And maybe love wasn't something that was always there, waiting for two people to cross paths. Maybe love needed its time to develop.
When looking at it from this aspect it made much more sense. How could he fall in love with a face? Weren't it the traits of the character, the individual beauty living within each and every living being, which made a person fall in love with another? Those he couldn't read from the face, those he had to encounter with the help of time.
Yes, maybe love needed just a bit of time.
Yugi moved a bit so he could turn onto his back, staring at the greying ceiling. He had never considered that love was not something that always existed to just be awakened within him.
Briefly he closed his eyes, relishing in the silence all around him. No Jou, no Kaiba. No bickering. If there was something developing between them, perhaps they would grow a bit more quiet then. Hopefully their love didn't need too much time. He grinned to himself.
Suddenly a knock on the door echoed unnaturally loud through the room. Yugi's eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, staring at the wood in shock, remembering exactly who had promised to visit him earlier the day.
But there was one problem...
He hadn't changed clothes, hadn't brushed his teeth and all in all the room was messy – apart from Kaiba's corner with the table and his bed. How could he have forgotten!
Panicking Yugi jumped to his feet and hurried over to the door, pulling it open with a hopeful glance outside. Of course it was Yami, who else would that have been? He bit his lip nervously, suppressing the strong urge to slam the door back shut in his face.
"Hey, little one." The Visitor smiled broadly, letting himself in without asking, bodily brushing past Yugi in the process. "Did you have a nice day?"
"Um..." Yugi nodded weakly, shyly glancing up at him. He door fell closed behind him. "Fine. How was yours?"
"Boring." Yami shrugged, taking off his cloak for the first time they had met and throwing it aside carelessly. Somehow Yugi got the feeling his movements were especially slow and sensual, though, but couldn't help looking. As his 'boyfriend' he had the right to, hadn't he?
"The only really interesting task was getting the number of your room from Malik." With a sly grin Yami walked up close to him, looking down on him with his ruby red eyes. "He seemed determined not to give it to me. But how could he deny me anything?"
Silence fell between them. Yugi didn't know what to say and where to begin. It was obvious Yami hadn't come to make conversation. His eyes were shining in that predatory kind of way that implied he wanted something else, something much more intimate. Now that they had privacy and nobody was going to hold him back, he felt unsure and was even a bit frightened. Yami needed sex and hadn't got that all week now.
"D-do you... want something to drink?" he asked, stuttering. "Or something else? Maybe a..."
He broke off and gasped as a cool hand touched his heated cheek. He hadn't realised he had gone all red in the face and blushed even harder.
"Something else would be fine." Yami whispered, now stepping up to him so close their bodies touched, the hand falling down from his cheek to his back, pressing them together fiercely. "I waited the whole day down in the café for you to come back. It felt like forever. To now have you so near me... I almost can't believe it! I need you, Yugi."
Yugi stood frozen as Yami clung to him, hands fisted in the back of his shirt as if he had to keep them from moving.
"Yami... I..."
"I need..." Yami interrupted him, but then fell silent himself, his red eyes fixed on his face. "I can't hold back all the time. It almost hurts to be so close without... without being able to just have you. I tried to hide it for your sake today, but... I'm tired... my energy is too low already."
In a mixture of shame and guilt Yugi looked down on Yami's chest. He didn't want to hurt Yami. And after having worked out with himself that love couldn't be just summoned between two people there was no point in their deal anyway. He had lost and he knew it.
"Why don't you just..." he swallowed, because somehow there was something heavy in his chest. "Why don't you just find someone else and have sex with them?"
He smiled slightly, but it didn't feel like a true smile to himself.
"No." Yami shook his head, shock evident on his face. "What do you think I am? A slut?"
Yugi flinched and carefully glanced up at the Visitor, who glared at him angrily. "No, I just... thought..."
"You thought all Taronians are like Malik?" Yami laughed dryly. "Right."
"No, I..." Yugi shrunk as the Taronian growled furiously.
"You throw us all into one big pot." Again Yami laughed without amusement. "We all are sex-crazed and take the first person we see."
"Don't be angry, please!" Yugi threw his arms around Yami desperately, hiding his face from his view. "I didn't mean that! I'm just worried and thought you would like a way out... I... wanted to say that you don't have to stay with me all week if you need... you know... I don't want to see people in danger because of me!"
Silence, hovering in the air around them like a big deafening curtain. Just as Yugi started to wonder what Yami thought though, the other shifted a bit. His breath hitched as something warm and wet touched his neck, wandering up to his jaw. His eyes were wide as saucers now, staring at the silk-soft hair tickling his nose. The pointed canines of the Visitor scraped his skin lightly as he spoke.
"I want to stay with you as long as I can." The whisper touched his face like a cool wind. "I don't feel like leaving you for someone else. I couldn't look at them, nor touch them with your picture before my inner eye. I promised you something with that deal we made and I will keep my promise."
Yugi gasped as the hands on his back let go of him and instead got hold of his own hands. Yami drew back slightly, looking at him with a pleading glint in his eyes as he pulled the hands over and put them onto his sides.
"Touch me?" he asked, need and craving visible on his face. Embarrassed Yugi watched the other, unsure of what to do. Wasn't there a way he could help Yami without having sex with him? Maybe there was something else he could do, that wouldn't go that far? He didn't feel prepared to do such a big step. But if there was something else...
Timidly he moved his fingers, probingly letting them slide upwards, uncertainly watching Yami, who closed his eyes in unconcealed bliss. Did he like this that much, he wondered, somehow entranced by the influence this bit of his touch could have on a person like Yami. Assured by the reaction he moved his hands to the stomach, stroking it lightly with his thumbs, causing the other to take in breath sharply as he dipped a bit deeper without intending to.
"Yugi! Don't... or I..." The Visitor moaned, his breath laboured as if he had run a mile. In fascination Yugi observed how Yami leaned into his touch despite the words he spoke, writhing helplessly under the hands wandering up his stomach to his chest. It felt good to touch, he thought, astonished by this experience. He only got aware of his own shallow breath as suddenly two lips sealed his own in a heated kiss and he was short of air much too quick.
He didn't know how long it lasted, it all got by him in a rush of building desire until his body burned under the effect of those lips on his own, caressing, plundering, exploring.
"Yami," he murmured lowly against the swollen lips, feeling overwhelmed by the extension of the emotion that had taken influence on his whole system.
"Yugi... I need..." Yami whispered huskily between two kisses. "I need..."
But Yugi already knew what he needed, feeling the hands on his back again, pressing him hard against Yami's body. He knew how aroused Yami was, that he needed energy badly and that he hated begging him for release, not able to say those words.
And he felt his own arousal as well. He suddenly got reminded of the day in the café, but even there he hadn't been taken to that point of decision, because Yami had pulled back in the end and said he didn't want to force him to have sex with him when he wasn't actually ready to do it. Now he was here, pleading with him in desperation, whimpering. Yugi knew that Yami wasn't really happy with this and he was sure he would turn and go if he was asked to.
It was all his decision – if he wanted to help or not was only his decision. His own little fears seemed so selfish and unimportant in the prospect of Yami's struggle.
Even if he wasn't prepared for real sex yet, there was still something else he could do.
Yugi pulled back from the kiss to look Yami in the eye, smiling at him as he noted they both were out of breath and totally a mess. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks, both their movements having stilled. The ruby red eyes of the Visitor looked him over curiously, blinking.
Only slightly hesitating Yugi took one of his hands from Yami's back, letting it slide down his side ever so slowly to his hip. His eyes were still glued to Yami's face, who looked back at him with his eyes halfway lidded in delight at the touch, almost purring like a cat.
There was something in him telling him the Visitor had a hard time keeping his own hands still. Maybe it was the hunger burning in his eyes, or the grip the hands had on his shirt as if needed to be held unmoving by force, but he just knew it. Somehow it made him feel good, maybe even needed, wanted. He wasn't sure if he wanted to feel like that with a person that was going to leave him soon anyway. But maybe he wanted it just now.
His smile broadened, his cheeks now enflamed with embarrassment, as he let his hand descent lower. Yami yelped and his eyes widened, since he surely hadn't expected Yugi to touch him like that.
Yugi let his hand linger on the hardness he felt through the fabric of the trouser, not sure what to do now. Yami was shaking, his eyes closed tightly. Fingernails dug into the skin on his sides, not enough to actually hurt very much, but he could feel their pressure.
"Yu-gi..." Yami opened his eyes, looking as if being in pain. "Are... are you sure?"
He didn't need more than a nod of assurance. Yugi wanted to say something, an agreement of sorts, explain what he had in mind, but in the blink of an eye Yami was all over him again, kissing him with a passion that made him all dizzy and weak. He felt his knees go all wobbly, but before they gave in under him, he was lifted by strong arms. Seemingly on their own his legs locked around Yami's waist, keeping them both stable.
But even though he knew he was allowed to touch Yami, he felt uncertain, so he just put his arms around his neck and concentrated on returning the kiss, on gaining some dominance in it. He knew Yami liked fighting, the thrill of excitement in a war of passion. And he wanted to challenge him. He grinned lightly into the kiss, still embarrassed, but also he felt like being very bold just now.
He pushed forward with his tongue and, since having been quite passive in the kissing until now, caught Yami by surprise, invading his space without much of a problem. The Visitor let out an amused chuckle, parrying the attack, trying to put a defence up. Yep, Yugi thought, he definitely liked that. And if Yami did, he did as well.
"No chance." Yami smirked as he pulled back an inch, then their lips locked again, his tongue diving back into his mouth, trying to make him submit. But Yugi wasn't going let him do it like that. He caught the invading tongue with his teeth, opening his eyes, which he had closed without having realised it, and meeting the hazy red eyes of his boyfriend, telling him with a mischievous look that he wasn't going to hesitate biting it if the need aroused.
Don't you dare, Yami's eyes told him with a playful glint. As an answer Yugi closed his teeth a bit tighter around the tongue, sending the Visitor a casual look.
A sudden pain at his side made him cry out then, Yami having pinched him and thus made him let go.
"Hey, that was mean!" he pouted and glared at Yami, who just grinned back at him sheepishly.
"But it worked," The red eyes twinkled happily. "That's all that counts."
"Oh, really?" Yugi retorted, but before he could think of a snappy retort, the arms holding him up suddenly let go and he fell backwards with a cry of shock. His back landed on something soft, something very familiar. A bed. His eyes widened and he stared up at Yami as unexpected nervousness, bordering to fear, trickled down his senses as if the bed was a reminder of reality, showing him what he was about to do. How did he get here, anyway? Had Yami brought him over here without him noticing anything at all? How could he have been so entranced?
Yami stood before him, one hand on his hip and looking down on him with a smirk. Yugi swallowed nervously at the confidence he faced, the other boy being so sure of what he did, where he himself had no idea what exactly he was doing.
"The way you are lying there, all tousled and looking at me like that..." One of Yami's hands got up to push one of his strands out of his handsome face. "...it makes you really sexy, Yugi."
Yugi shivered as his name was spoken, not more than a hoarse whisper. He looked up at the Visitor with the feeling of being stripped of all clothes by merely the hunger shining in the red eyes. He was a bit uncomfortable with it, but hated to feel that shy. He wanted to be confident as well and show Yami he was able to help him, not run away in the end.
He wouldn't have the real sex with Yami after all, just give him what he needed to survive. With that encouraging thought, he propped himself up on one elbow and raised one of his hands, reaching up with it to Yami, inviting him.
The Visitor blinked, the grin softening to a smile at the gesture. Then he took the offered invitation, taking Yugi's hand and letting his knees sink down on the mattress of the bed, one leg on each side of him. Yugi blushed, not having meant to lie under him like that, but again that seemed to be Yami's dominant nature showing in his actions. Yugi let him have his way for now though. That was, he did until the teenager took his other hand by the wrist, making him fall back to the bed from his elbow. Yami pinned the captured hands beside his head, smiling down on him, an impish edge creeping into his expression.
"Yami!" Yugi huffed indignantly. That got too far. Wasn't he allowed to even move his hands?
"I like having you at my mercy." Yami bent his head down and something wet glided over his cheek, leaving a moist trail behind. The air and Yami's breath felt cool on the licked spot and since his cheeks started burning again, the sensation of coldness got stronger by the second.
"But it's not fair," said Yugi sullenly, yet pleasure flooded his whole being at the odd feeling of being held down by someone so passionate as Yami and not having control. Did he really trust Yami not to hurt him?
"Then try to escape." Yami laughed happily, this time kissing his nose and biting its tip softly.
Yes, he did trust him. The time he had spent with him had showed him he was trustworthy concerning his well-being. Yami didn't want to hurt him and that knowledge made it easy to let go. Maybe even too easy.
Yugi grinned at the Visitor still hovering close above him and leaned up as far as he could to catch one of the blond strands with his mouth, jerking Yami's head down with him. The other boy made a strange noise of shock. Just then Yugi took the chance of his legs being freed a bit and tried to turn Yami around so he could lie on top of him. Unfortunately Yami recovered much too fast and after a bit of wrestling they were just where they had started, Yami holding Yugi's wrists down and straddling him. Yugi panted slightly, giving up the pointless struggle.
"Now that this is settled, may I devour you?" For a second Yami grinned, just as much panting as Yugi, then, without waiting for an answer, he kissed his price once more, this time slowly. No fight for dominance, just a simple caress.
Having lost but being happy anyway for a reason he couldn't find, Yugi kissed back, their tongues dancing around each other, touching, tasting. After half a minute of such kisses, Yami drew back, looking at him almost lovingly. If Yugi hadn't known he did that because he needed it, he would have believed those eyes instantly.
He was distracted again as Yami moved his arms, pulling them above his head, where he held both his wrists with one of his hands, the other one sliding down his face over his throat to his chest, where it came to rest. Yami's expression had changed to a serious one, his eyes blazing as if wanting to tell him that he had enough of fooling around and kissing – that he needed more now. The already familiar passion surfaced in them, making him look like a demon on hunt. Yugi returned the look equally, waiting for his next step to be done.
It was the hand lying on his chest initialling it. The fingers played with his shirt, touching his skin over the rim lightly, making him shiver in warmth, then they opened the first button and then the second. Feeling exposed Yugi now looked to the side, breaking the contact of their eyes. As he dared to look back up, Yami's eyes were fixed on the task his fingers were occupied with, slowly laying open more and more of his chest. The Visitor seemed to be fascinated with what he was doing, a daze of enchantment on his face.
When the last button was open Yami met his eyes again, his free hand now roaming the sensitive skin of his stomach and chest. Yugi drew in a quick breath at the touch and the pleasure it gave him as the fingers stroked one of his nipples. He saw a satisfied glint in the ruby red eyes of the boy holding him down.
The next he knew was his world bursting in flames and colours as Yami bent down quickly, engulfing the stroked nipple with his lips and caressing it with his tongue. Yugi trashed in the grip of the strong hands, a loud moan escaping his throat as he stared up at the underside of the second bed that was above the one they were on. It felt so good it almost hurt.
"You like that?" A smile was in those words as the mouth abandoned the teased nipple to give the other one some attention as well. Yugi gasped, feeling like a fish without water as he tried to get enough air into his lungs.
"Yes." He rasped out, moaning helplessly again as Yami bit down lightly on the hardened nipple.
"Good." Suddenly his hands were released as Yami's mouth left the second nipple and went deeper down over his stomach, deeper still until he reached the waistband of his trousers.
"Yami!" Now that his hands were free Yugi could get a grip onto the thick hair of the other teen and hold him back from doing more. He was overwhelmed by the new experiences and his mind was on overload somehow, stuffed with so many emotions he couldn't seem to get control of.
The Visitor looked up, licking his lips hungrily. Yugi felt another wave of pleasure wash over him at the sight. He knew there was no going back now and oddly enough he didn't want to at any cost.
Yami crawled back up his chest lazily, brushing his whole body seductively as he did. His eyes were lidded heavily, darkened by desire and want. Yugi sat up halfway and met the swollen lips with his own, taking part in the fiery kiss.
He decided he wanted to make the situation more even now, so he reached up and began to open the buttons of Yami's expensive looking shirt with shaky fingers, brushing apart the fine fabric and touching the skin underneath it. The Visitor moaned into his mouth as he seemed to be very sensitive to touch of every kind. Yugi found he came to like that. It made giving Yami pleasure more easy and he was intent on doing that.
During their kiss they pulled off their shirts completely, discarding them somewhere beside the bed without giving them one last look. Yugi caressed Yami everywhere as long as his hands were above the waistline, following his boyfriend's example and paying special attention to the nipples, which made Yami break off the kiss to gasp for air. As the lips returned, they didn't go back to his lips, but sent a trail of kisses up his jaw to his ear.
Concerning the waistline Yami didn't have any limits. Every so often his hands would wander down to his backside, then back up before he could react. Yami knew he had some difficulties coping with the new situation, feeling embarrassed and being much too shy. But they couldn't be kissing forever, even if Yugi maybe would have been happy about that. The Visitor needed more and he showed it.
"Yugi." Yami moaned into his ear, biting the shell carefully and nipping at it, licking the sensitive area. "Please... I can't... can't wait... forever..."
Yugi sighed in pleasure and uncertainty, feeling his own need for release pulsing in his lower abdomen. He knew he couldn't avoid it any longer, so he leant over to Yami's ear.
"Okay." He whispered, squirming uncomfortably but also in delight as he felt a hand at his stomach, wandering lower and finally opening his trouser, pushing the fabric down to his knees. Ashamedly Yugi helped pulling it and the socks off his legs and feet completely, then turned back to Yami. His boxers were the last he had on, but before Yami could get a grip on them as well, he evaded the fingers reaching out for him by crawling backwards on the bed.
"You first." He demanded, pointing at the trousers Yami had on. The Visitor looked down at himself quizzically, then looked up with a grin and shrugged.
"I don't mind." He said, standing up from the bed and staring at him with eyes darkened by pleasure. "Watch me, Yugi."
Yugi was confused but watched as Yami's whole posture changed to something that couldn't be called innocent anymore, his whole being one big seduction. That alone caused him to emit a throaty moan. The Visitor let one hand slide down his torso to the waistband, quickly opening the buttons at the top, opening it just wide enough to show skin – only skin. Yami didn't wear anything under the... Yugi's eyes widened as he stared at the creamy skin, then they shot up to Yami and met the amused rubies.
Yami came back to the bed, standing directly before Yugi, who unconsciously had went over to the very edge of it while watching Yami.
"Do you want to go on?" he asked, pulling at the button of the trouser. Yugi shook his head.
"Come on. It's fine." A hand came up to stroke Yugi's cheek reassuringly. "There's no problem."
With a feeling akin to fear of the unknown Yugi reached over and put both of his hands on Yami's hips, letting them rest there for a moment, before pulling at the trouser with trembling fingers, carefully avoiding Yami's stiff member all the while. As he had it down Yami's hips, he couldn't help pausing to stare at the genital area. It wasn't as if he didn't know how a roused member looked, but this was so much different. He just couldn't look away.
Yami discarded the trouser on his own now, probably to speed up things, Yugi mused and then threw it to the side carelessly.
"Do you like what you see?" Yugi blushed and tore his eyes away from Yami finally, not able to look back. Only a warm hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face the other, forced him to do so.
"Your turn." Lips caught his and muted the question he had in mind. Yami pushed him back on the bed, kneeling down in-between his legs and grabbing the sides of his boxers. Yugi squealed against the pliant lips as he understood and reached out to hold the hands back, but it was already too late. The soft material was pulled down, his last defence gone.
Yugi wanted to scramble back on the bed and hide under the blankets but again he was held down by the arms and pressed into the mattress. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to see what was happening. Never had he been that embarrassed.
All movement stilled. After a minute he couldn't bear it anymore and, fearing the worst, opened his eyes and looked up at Yami, who stared back at him with passion-clouded eyes.
"You needn't hide." The Taronian said quietly, looking up and down his body. You're beautiful, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not beautiful." Yugi shook his head. Usually he didn't have any problems with his own body, but in front of Yami everything seemed to be different. "I'm just average."
"Hardly." A smile graced Yami's lips. "Whoever told you that should be punished."
"But..." Yugi began weakly and was interrupted by the Visitor yet again.
"No buts." Yami let go of his arms now that he was sure he wasn't going to hide anymore. "Just let me show you, okay?"
"Uh... okay?" said Yugi in a murmur, not sure what Yami was going to do now. The Taronian kissed his forehead quickly and while he did, let his hands wander down Yugi's body.
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Now the exhaustion pulled him down with all its might, making his head swim in the pleasure he still felt course through him like electricity.
"Yami..." He forced his eyes to stay open and fixed them on the Visitor, who breathed heavily, but didn't seem one bit tired now. Yami pulled him close, looking at him with bright red eyes. "Do you feel better now?"
"Much better." The Taronian stretched and let out a bemused chuckle. "But you seem a bit stressed."
"How can you get energy from this when I get all sleepy?" Yugi yawned, closing his eyes, but still refusing himself to fall asleep. "And why don't you help yourself with your problem by touching yourself? You wouldn't have needed me to..." He broke off, his cheeks starting to burn with embarrassment again.
"How would I do that?" laughed Yami, kissing the hot cheek lovingly. "It's your energy I got from this. Without a partner, whose energy would I take to restore mine?"
Curious although too tired to think very much, Yugi blinked his eyes back open. "You took my energy?"
"You lost that energy and I made it mine." Yami smirked at his astonishment. "Now sleep for a bit, I'll clean up."
Yami made to get up, but Yugi held him back with a pleading look. "Could you at least stay until I'm asleep?"
"Cuddly, aren't we?" The Taronian obliged and hugged him with a gentle smile. "Not that I mind it..."
"Stop those perverted thoughts..." Yugi grumbled, burying his face in Yami's hair and nuzzling into him as the other pulled a blanket over them.
"Perverted," the Visitor huffed. "What else can one be with you naked and willing pressed up to them, just waiting to be..."
"Yami!"
His boyfriend laughed, which was the last Yugi heard as his mind slipped into a blissful slumber. Only one question remained, coming along with him into his dream world and not letting go.
Was what he had done right… had he been allowed to do those things with a person he was not in love with?
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To be Continued...
I hate myself for this.
No Review Replies this time, sorry. But I have to explain some things! You can skip that if it isn't of any interest for you. It doesn't affect the story.
This time: The Taronians
You all know that the Taronians don't need to eat much and get their energy from another source: sex
That leaves the question: How does it work and why?
Before I answer that, here are two theories of Darwin and Lamarck. They both wondered how it could be that for example a mouse can change over generations so it fit the conditions of its surroundings better. I translated them to English from a book for you (so don't wonder if there are errors):
Darwin's theory of the 'survival of the fittest':
Every species produces more descendants than can survive because there isn't enough food for all. And because every descendant is individual and there is a variety of behaviours and body traits, those who have the traits fitting the surroundings best, survive the 'struggle for life' at a higher chance and can give those advantageous traits to their children. All the others are more likely to die. Thus over a long time a positive trait can be more and more significant in this species.
Example: Lets go back to the mice. There are two mice, one has got a long nose and one a short. The mouse with the long nose can reach small places and corners, the other not. So the mouse with the long nose has a better chance to survive and give that trait to its children.
Lamarck's theory of 'usage is development':
If a species uses an organ very often and for a long time it develops and gets stronger, proportional to the duration of the usage. A constant time of not be used makes an organ weaker. It loses its skills and vanishes in the end. A weaker or stronger organ is given to the descendants.
Example: Back to our mice. We have our Short Nose here. Short Nose wants that grain in the corner, but can't reach it. So it tries and tries to get its short nose into that corner. If it does that very often there is a high usage of the nose and out of the need of having a longer nose it gets longer over the generations.
Darwin's theory is the right one. Lamarck's theory doesn't work, but I used it for the Taronians anyway, because it wouldn't have worked with Darwin. The digestive system of the Taronians got weaker because they didn't eat and didn't use it. Why spend money on something you don't need? Well, that's what all that is about. For more information ask me.