Warnings: Non-graphic lemon, yaoi
I do not own Yuugiou.
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Pretendo
They are sitting in Ryou's kitchen. Their teacups are sitting on the table, steaming with hot tea, but neither boy has actually drunk any.
Nothing is being said, because words are not needed. They know what will happen.
Their hands have been inching across the table towards the other's and when the tips of their fingers finally touch they look up into each other's eyes.
Ryou looks at Yuugi, and Yuugi stares back.
Something must have passed between them in that one look because Ryou has stood up and leaned across the table to capture Yuugi's lips in a heated kiss. In the kiss is a passion they haven't felt since them.
It's most likely because neither boy is thinking about the boy they're kissing.
Yuugi's mouth opens to allow Ryou's tongue in. Neither boy wants to dominate the kiss, because both are so used to being dominated, but they try anyways.
They break apart because the need for air becomes unbearable. Yuugi tugs on Ryou's hand, pulling him towards where he knows the bedroom is. They have done this before, but Yuugi can't remember ever needing the release so bad. Today was the anniversary of that day, and it just hurt too much to remember, so he came here so he could pretend instead.
Ryou has pushed Yuugi on to the bed and he leans over to catch his mouth again. The feel of Yuugi's fingers on his skin is smooth as the smaller boy slips his hands under Ryou's shirt, but Ryou has gotten so good at pretending, he can almost feel the calloused fingers of a thief instead.
Yuugi has removed most of Ryou's clothes when he wrapped his fingers around the other boy's member. He pretends that the moan that comes from his action is deeper in tone.
Ryou flips Yuugi over onto his stomach. Their clothes are gone, so Ryou can see the flawless porcelain skin of Yuugi's back, but in his mind he sees a tanned back littered with scars.
It is easier for Yuugi because he doesn't have to look at Ryou. While the white haired boy pounds into him hitting his spot every time, Yuugi can pretend he's in his home, with his pharaoh.
And when they both scream with their release, they both scream the wrong name, but neither one notice and neither one care.
When they collapse, Ryou's arms snakes around Yuugi's waist and he pretends it's much more tanned. Ryou can imagine he's the one being held, not the one holding.
Ryou whispers softly, "I love you," and Yuugi can feel his breath on his ear, but Yuugi knows he doesn't mean it.
Just like Ryou knows that when Yuugi whispers back, "I love you too," Yuugi doesn't mean it either.
Because both of them know the other is just pretending.
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Omigosh, I can't believe I wrote this. I'm still blushing.
Anyways, there IS a warning at the top. If you failed to read it and hate this and then flame me, I will laugh at your idiocy.
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Dymond