A/N: hello. Me again. I know, I just updated, but I was bored. (I have no life.) Anyways, there isn't much to say, now. Enjoy.
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Warning: this is really bad stuff. Don't read if you don't like it. Skip to the next bold writing if you want to. You'll miss out on stuff, though. But don't say I didn't warn you…
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Our two bodies lay entwined on the soft, dew-covered grass. Yami's bare body now lay on top of my skin. He was panting slightly. He lifted his defined chest a bit off mine, however, leaving himself still in me. He bend down and whispered passionately in my ear, "fallen-angel-of-repression, I am forever yours." I responded, gently, "No, you are not mine, love." The Pharaoh's crimson eyes peered into my chestnut orbs, clearly hurt. "I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of its characters. That includes you."
The sour fruitThe wind blew softly over the crystal water, creating long ripples. The water reflected the orange sunset. A few patches of darkness grew opposite the sun. The clear lake showed shiny fish reaching up to the surface, attempting to gulp low flying dragonflies. Dull colored birds, hidden within the branches of the trees barely five yards away from the shore, sung lightly but pleasantly, as if the were singing some old fashion blues. The sands of the shore were powdery with pebbles thrown around every couple of feet.
Two teenaged boys sat next to each other on a blanket-sized towel. There was not a pinch of sand on it. A great amount of effort was out into laying it down without a crease. The slightly taller and older boy looked deeply down at an almost exact image of himself. The younger of the two was facing the gorgeous star setting, only to raise somewhere else in the world.
"Isn't it beautiful? I never saw one so great. Thanks Yami, I would have never seen it if it wasn't for you!" The smaller boy squealed. Yami felt a tingling across his skin as his light grabbed him around the waist. Yugi let go and placed his head on the pharaoh's lap. Yugi twisted a bit, trying to find a comfortable spot. Yugi stopped finally, the back of his head touching the dark's jeans, right near the zipper. Yami began to have trouble breathing as Yugi touched the zipper as he stretched his arms. "Why are you breathing so hard?" Yugi playfully asked.
"Huh? I don't know, must be… uh… getting tried."
"Whatever, Yami," Yugi said, turning his head to look at the setting circle of light. The elder of the two allowed his crimson eyes to go up and down the light's body. He saw Yugi's chest rise and fall with each intake of fresh air and the little toes that wiggled to an imaginary tune. The light's skin shone with the rays of the sun. Yami felt himself shake as his pants shrunk. Fortunately, Yugi had raised his petite head before Yami started to feel in length harden. Yugi took his place again next to his dark, but this time, he rested his head on the older boy's shoulder.
Yami sat still, trying to get as much warmth from his little love before he moved again. Yugi, obviously upset by Yami's stillness, decided to try to get his dark a little more active. The pale boy's toes were suddenly fighting with Yami's long, slender ones. This childish act seemed to wake the Pharaoh up a bit.
"Yami, if you're tired, we can always go back to the cabin," Yugi whispered, trying to keep the calming silence in the air. He was unaware that he blew into Yami's ear as he talked.
This was the breaking point for the young Pharaoh. The dark turned his head slowly so his rubies met amethyst orbs. All he saw in his little love's eyes was mirth. Yami felt his eyes cloud over with lust. Yugi saw this too. The younger boy moved a little away from the dark. A hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
"Yami… What are you…" Yugi didn't get to finish him sentence. In a split second, Yami had pinned Yugi to the towel. Yami could hear and see his little love breathing harder.
"Yami! What the hell are you dong!"
Yami continued to stare down at his little light. Confusion now covered the younger teen's face.
Yami leaned in so close, his and his love's nose almost touched. "Ever since I met you, I have loved you. I saw your beauty. When you gave me a body, you gave up your precious Puzzle for me. The Puzzle was the one thing you had of your parents but yet you gave it up to have me… I knew then that you loved me like I do you." Yami gazed into Yugi's orbs of violet more heavily, as if drugged by them.
"Yami..." Yugi breathed, unsure of what this all completely meant.
"Then, my little love, I found out the actions of your foster parent. How he hurt you. And how he thought that the only way to keep you somewhere near pure was not to kiss you…" Yugi bit his lip. "I knew that I was going to be your first kiss. I needed it. But how was I going to get it. How was I going to show my strong desire in you? I tried calling you affectionate names, 'love', and 'sweetie'. You thought I was joking. I spent many long, sleepless nights thinking of how I can prove my love for you…"
"Yami… Get off, please…"
"Then, I knew. It was so obvious…" Yami continued, ignoring the tiny body squirming underneath him. "You see, I was loved by every maiden and man in my time. I knew that each would give them selves to me, their bodies, their love… But I wanted them to love me for my true self, Yami, not the Pharaoh. I held my primitive urges back and waited for the right person to come, to be my first… But before I had the chance to meet that person, I had to be sacrificed so I could enter the Puzzle, to help the future of the Earth. I waited for the right person. You. I will show you my feelings for you, love, by giving you my purity."
Yami stopped talking. He watched his light's face for acceptance, or denial.
Even with the intense situation, Yugi began to laugh. It echoed over the lake. The Pharaoh hadn't expected such a reaction. "You're still a virgin?" Yugi continued to laugh. "Wow, I thought people who are 35 and hadn't done it were losers, but you, freaking 5000 years old… You take it to a whole new level!"
Yami looked in horror at his love. Yugi, his sweet Yugi, had always been so kind and compassionate. Yami thought that, of all people, he would understand. Yami felt tears on the verge of falling. No, you are not about to cry in front of Yugi. The older of the two teens blinked away the salty water. Sadness was quickly replaced by anger, as the light was persistent enough to continue laughing.
"Stop laughing," Yami ordered, his voice deathly low and harsh. Yugi listened as he finally remembered what was going on. "This is what you do, huh? Laugh in the face of a person who just told you he loves you. That is sick. But… I still love you."
"Yami, I… I can't do this with you."
Yami held back tears again. "I don't care. You are too good for me to let you slip out of my hands. I will have you… Whether you like it or not…" Yami ended sharply.
"Yami? What do you mean?" Yugi asked, his voice shaking. "What do you mean, 'whether I like…AH!"
Yugi yelled as Yami bit into his neck. Yami sunk his teeth lower and lower as Yugi's hip jumped up and down, in attempt of escaping. Yami sucked vigorously until the taste of warm blood entered his mouth. Yami could barely make out what Yugi was screaming, as lust plugged his ears. Yami continued to lick at his light's soft skin. Yami had to tighten his grip on Yugi's wrists when Yugi tried to shake them off. The dark brought his knees to his love's hips and squeezed, causing the young boy to twitch. After four minutes of sucking, Yami felt his Yugi stop moving frantically. Instead, the boy underneath him seemed to go limp. Yami snickered. His love had given in. Yami was in control.
Yami released his death grip on his lover's wrists. They went to Yugi's sides, where they flew up the loose tank. The dark let go of the neck as he pulled the tank over Yugi's head. Yami looked at the creamy white skin that was rising rapidly. Yami pulled off his own shirt and threw it on to the soft sand a few feet away. As Yami did, he glanced at his lover's face. There was no expression. It looked much like a statue. Yami quickly looked away, back down to the creamy white chest. He could not feel any guilt now…
The dark brought his lips to his light's bellybutton. As his tongue entered the button, Yugi bucked his hips in a display of accidental pleasure. The dark felt beads of sweat run down his forehead, landing onto the skinny belly under him, as he began to rip off his own jeans and boxers. Yami leaned in, licking the spot in the center of his love's ribs. His length, which had been hardening through the entire process, only needed to take off Yugi's swimming trunks and… Yami felt himself release control as he began to leak.
Yugi gasped as he felt the liquid through his trunks. Then, it glided over his chest to his mouth.
Yami heard his light gag with the sudden entrance of the dark's length. Yami didn't feel Yugi move at all. Soon, the liquid had erupted from Yugi's tender lips, sliding down his cheeks and his chin. It was only a matter of time before Yugi gagged again. The small boy began to shallow. Yami smiled. The Pharaoh lifted himself out. He returned to sitting on Yugi's pelvis. Disgust smeared Yugi's precious face.
"Yugi, my love, I will give you a choice." Yami's voice was extremely husky, fill of passion for the younger teen. The light jumped at being talked to. He hesitantly looked at Yami's crimson orbs. Slight curiosity filled the amethyst orbs staring at Yami, but most of the eyes were filled with fright. Yami leaned into Yugi's tri-colored hair. "Tell me… Tell me you love me and I will be gentle when I take your trunks off. If you, well, I promise it will hurt as much as when your foster father did it." Yugi yelped at the thought of the abuse caused by the man in the shadows. But if Yugi wanted to avoid the physical pain, he will only step into emotional suffering.
As crimson orbs observed amethyst ones, Yami was strangely aroused by the extent of Yugi's emotions.
"Iloveyou…" Yugi breathed.
"Tell me more." Yami felt his length harden more.
"Iloveyou."
"Please, tell me more." Yet again, his length harden, now to the point, it hurt.
"Iloveyou."
"I can't hear you, say it louder."
"I love you!"
Yami growled as his lust came into full blow. He leaned down to Yugi's now tear soaked face. The Pharaoh licked some salty tears from the baby soft cheeks of his love. Then, he brought his lips to Yugi's. Yami's passion burst as he kissed Yugi, who wasn't even breathing now. Yami slid his tongue into his light's mouth as he grabbed the sides of the smaller head. He ran his tongue over Yugi's; tasting what Yugi didn't shallow of him. Yami heard a gag out of the blue and began to taste sour bile at the back of Yugi's mouth. Yami pulled out of the kiss and allowed his light to vomit sideways. Yami cleaned Yugi's mouth with the towel's corner when he was done. After he did, Yami decided it was time to take off Yugi's swimming trunks. Yugi shuddered as the breeze touched his privates.
"Yami, please don't. I promise I won't tell, if you stop now. Please, just stop," Yugi pleaded.
"Sorry my love. I won't let you go now that I'm so close…" Yami said as his love began to weep. Yami kissed Yugi on his tender, rosy lips, slightly nibbling on them, before beginning to rape the screaming boy below him…
((((((The next bold writing))))))Yami's crimson eyes shot open. Many beads of sticky sweat ran down his pale face. He breathed heavily, as if he had been holding his breath. The bedroom was dark, except the single ray of moonlight from the window. Yami sat up.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why the am I having that dream?
It scared him very much. How could he think of doing that to his precious little love? He knew what that evil man did to Yugi, and all the pain caused after. Why was he having a dream, no, a nightmare that involved hurting his love?
Yami heard Yugi roll over in his sleep. He looked across the cramped room to Yugi's bed. His little angel was smiling. The small boy hadn't had a nightmare since the one a month ago.
A pang of guilt hit the Pharaoh's heart. Not only because of the raping-Yugi part of the dream. There was a second reason. No one knew of Yami's deepest secret. That is, not counting Bakura, who made fun of Yami about it under his breathe. Yami really had never done… it. He truly was saving himself, like he said in the dream. He also wanted his purity to be taken by the boy dozing a few feet away from him. To have Yugi, his one true love, be his first, Yami would never be sad again. The young Pharaoh's heart drifted to his Adam's apple thinking about Yugi being the special first. It returned as a dark thought came to the dark. When dream Yami told dream Yugi his secret, Yugi had laughed violently. Would he really do that if I told him? Yami supposed that it may just been the dream.
His stomach rumbled. Without thinking about it, Yami stood up and he felt his bare feet walk to the kitchen on the second and top floor of the Game Shop.
After the horrible foster home incident, the adoption agency worked extra hard to make sure the 10 year old Yugi got a good home. At first, everyone loved the pale boy. He was bubbly, funny and, well, down right adorable. They wanted him, that is, until they saw his arm. As a cry out for help, Yugi had begun to cut himself and then he would pour clear nail polish on the open wound to make sure it would stand out. Though Yugi promised every single new family that he would never do it again, no one wanted the imperfect child. Then, Grandpa came. He was looking for someone to love, as he never had a child. He fell in love with the tri-color haired boy. Yugi, who had gotten use to everyone loving him until they saw the scars, showed Grandpa his wrists. Grandpa, however, only loved the small boy more. The old man brought Yugi here, where he has been a parent to every single one of Yugi's friends.
Yami sighed. He had promised Yugi he would not dwell in this depressing past, but of course, Yami did. Yami felt shivers run down his spine as he stepped onto the cold tile of the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and opened it. Inside, lines of assorted foods packed it. Yami reached for the peanut butter, but stopped. As a precaution, Grandpa had locked the drawers holding the utensils, as well as the medicine cabinets. Grandpa had given Yami keys to every lock in the house, but they were hidden in his dresser and Yami didn't feel like getting them. It would be impossible to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich using only your fingers. Instead, Yami's hand reached for an orange. After Yami had peeled it using his hands and nails, of course, he bit into it. It tasted old and sour. Stupid orange. Yami thought as he tossed the fruit into the garbage can.
"Might as well go back to sleep," the dark said, yawning, walking back his dark room.
A/N: did you guys in the internet world like it? Hope you did. Oh, I also hope you loved the title as much as I do. (Reminder: lemons are sour fruit. Hehehe)