A/N: Muaha. Ha.
Disclaimer: See A/N.
Brainfarque 04:
Desire.
Yami stared lovingly at his true desire. It was just the two of them, finally alone in a normally inhabited place. Without supervision, he could have the chance to do what he'd always wanted to do…
He moved closer.
Ahhh…The beams of light enveloped him, washed through him, surrounded him in a luminous, loving, metaphysical embrace.
He was drawn ever nearer.
Oh, he knew that their love was forbidden, frowned upon by the others. But they didn't know! How could they, when their days tore them from this possibility? It was only during the evening that others could find time to fully bond, when they could ignore their homework and chores. How lucky he was. How fortunate he could bask in this presence all day.
Shifting brought him temptingly near.
He…he couldn't refuse anymore! Bubbling laughter drew him in, the pictures danced irrestibly through his mind. He had to…to…
With a helpless sigh of surrender, Yami embraced the source of light – only his, during the daytime. How it tore him to have to share at night! He affectionately nuzzled the top, feeling smoothness glide on his cheek.
It was so peaceful, just the two of them. The birds outside were the only sound and even their chirping was perfection itself, so caught up was he in the fulfilment of the moment.
(Yuugi POV)
Thank heavens – he was finally home. He couldn't believe how long the school day had dragged on!
He wandered into the living room, only to find…to find…Yami! He was, was –
"Yami! How could you?"
Yami had promised, he had promised that he wouldn't –
The bookbag dropped to the floor, Yuugi rushing forward before it announced its heavy impact. Yuugi threw himself onto Yami, tugging futiley at the arms that embraced the other.
"You promised you'd always stay away! At least six feet! You'll hurt your eyes like this, and then how will you duel?"
Yami was reluctantly parted. He sat on the floor in a huff and pouted. And then whined, "Aibou…."
Frowning, Yuugi turned the TV off. "It was just a sitcom anyway, Yami! I don't know why you're so addicted to those things! Now I want you to go upstairs and really think about what you've done!"
Yami sighed, dragging his body into a position that vaguely resembled a bent sapling. His head bowed low, he slowly mounted the stairs, feet shuffling unwillingly away.
Yuugi shook his head. "I swear, every day… But I can't take him to school, he wouldn't last a day there!" Sighing, he walked back to pick up his bookbag and started on his homework.
Upstairs, Yami smiled with the promise of tomorrow. It was only Tuesday, after all.
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A/N: Muahaha. Because TV is wonderful, and an addicted Yami is fun to write. (giggles)