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Yuugi was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. Yami had sat on the edge of the bed, and was in the process of removing his pants. You could say they were a couple but over all it was an innocent relationship at the moment the two shared.
"Yami why is it you want anything to do with me?" Yuugi's insecurities were washing over him again.
Yami slid himself under the sheets, having a confused look on his face. "Can I be honest with you?" He lay on his side facing Yuugi.
Yuugi sighed softly. Recently he'd gone through his wallet. He'd found a common object for a wallet; it was a picture. But it was the picture that he didn't understand. It was a picture of Yami, not that Yami was the issue it was the date on the back of the picture. It was dated back when he 17, and he was 22 now. Until recently Yami was his rival. You don't walk around with a picture of your rival in your wallet. It made him sick to think Yami was hiding something from him. "I would hope that you're honest with me all the time. That you would never consider hiding anything from me." His voice was boarding timid and angry.
I'm honest as I can be. I'd never hide anything from you if I didn't have to. Yami bit his lip, swallowed hard, and forced back tears. "6 years ago… A boy solved an Egyptian puzzle, and hence my soul was reintroduced into this world." Yami's voice trembled. What if Yuugi didn't believe him? "This boy shared his body with me. He trusted me, despite the fact that I couldn't remember who I was at the time." A tear trickled down his cheek. They were going through it all over again. "Together we over came impossible odds, recovered my memories, and we fell in love." He gripped the sheets, making fists. "Four years ago for me to gain a body we had to sacrifice our relationship. We were told to separate, no contact for 10 years." He felt sick on his stomach. "Two years ago, he disappeared…" He took a deep breath. He couldn't finish. He hated having to say the boy disappeared when in fact he was lying right next to him.
Why was Yami so easy to believe, so easy to trust. Yuugi watched Yami. Now the picture made sense. Not completely, but just enough. Now he somewhat understood why his memory was marred for the past 6 years of his life. He could feel his heart skipping beats, the need to cry. Yuugi rolled over to his side facing away from Yami, and sat up. Yami reached out a hand not wanting to loose Yuugi, half wondering why he was turning away. Yuugi still in a sitting position faced Yami. His hand trembled; he laid the picture face down on the bed. "I found this in my wallet." Yuugi started to cry. It hurt that Yami was holding back from him all this time. Even if now he was being so open. "That boy never disappeared did he? That boy was me wasn't it? I want you to stop lying to me." Yuugi grabbed his bathrobe, finding his feet quickly, ran from the room.
The heavy footsteps brought Marik and Isis from their rooms, and into the hall. The saw the retreating form of Yuugi, they went to Yuugi's room. Yami sat up, hand on the picture; he hadn't turned it over yet.
"Pharaoh what happened?" Marik's voice was filled with worry.
"He may not remember." Yami whispered, and finally getting a look at the picture. "But, he knows."
"What do you mean Pharaoh?" Isis raised a brow.
Yami rubbed his temple, he was angry with himself. "Yuugi wanted to know why I was so interested in him. I wanted to be as honest as possible with him. He wanted me to be honest. So I told him about us. I just omitted the fact of it being him. And instead of saying he was lying next to me, I said he disappeared. When I finished he laid this down." Yami held up the picture so Marik and Isis could see it. Curious looks overtook their faces. It was a picture of Yami, what was the big deal. "He said that this picture was in his wallet. He specifically asked if the boy really did disappear, if it was him that I spoke off. Told me to stop lying to him, and ran out of the room only wearing his bathrobe." He growled, and stormed out of the room. Marik and Isis cringed at the distinct sound of fist hitting wall. "I've fucked up haven't I?" He hollered out.
Marik grabbed Yami's bathrobe, and went into the room Yami was in. Isis went and got the wall paste. Isis was a couple steps behind Marik giving Yami just enough time to put the robe on.
Samantha entered the room behind Isis. She was already dressed, unlike everyone else. "I will fetch the prince." Samantha hissed, and her eyes glinted gold. "You two should calm the king." She was already out the door before they could react.
"She creeps me out." Marik sighed. "She's always just there, and then not."
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Yuugi leaned on the wall of the alley he had just come into. Sliding down the wall, he sat on the ground. He pulled his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them. The bottoms of his feet were scuffed and bleeding. His cheeks where tear stained, and his eyes were puffy from crying. He had adjusted the disheveled robe to cover anything important.
Samatha was quick to catch up with Yuugi who had ducked into an Ally. After all how all you had to ask anyone was did you see a half naked boy with tri colored hair run past this way. If they nodded their heads, the next question was which way did he go. Thankfully, Yuugi hadn't attracted any shady people. Samantha knelt down to rest on one knee. Her ruby eyes met his Amethyst Eyes.
Yuugi took heavy breaths, a sharp pain in his chest from running. "There is no one to trust, not even you, is there? Everyone lies, even you?"
Samantha took a couple deep breaths. She leaned forward, her lips inches from his ear. She had no intentions on answering either question. "Rest my prince." Speaks of gold shinned through the ruby.
Yuugi couldn't fight the wave of calm that over took him, or the want to sleep. His eyes closed softly, and his breathing slowed. Samantha then positioned herself sliding one arm under his knees and the other under his back. She then slowly stood up, teetering only slightly under his weight till she stood and gained balance. She closed her eyes, and in those few moments Yuugi's robes situated themselves to wear he could be considered decent. When her eyes opened again she set off at a brisk pace to head back to the house.
The door opened automatically for Samantha, and closed behind her. She went straight to Yuugi's bedroom, earning herself a few eyes. After all she was holding what on first glance looked like a lifeless body, not to mention her ruby eyes were sprinkled with gold. Isis and Marik opted to stay in the dinning room, while Yami went to Yuugi's bedroom. She laid Yuugi into his bed, pulled the covers over his body, and then undid and removed his robes.
Yami cleared his throat. "My King you need not clear your throat to signal your presence. I know your every move." Samantha paused, and turned around. "I have not intruded upon his soul this night. I therefore cannot account for the damage that has been done. But, from his own mouth there is no one to trust, and everyone lies." Samantha took a few heavy breaths, her eyes slowly returning to normal. "If it pleases you I can remove this night."
Yami sat down on the bed, and shook his head. "He's marred up enough on the inside from undergoing this game you've given us. Removing one further night from him would probably do more harm than good."
"You prove yourself again my King." Samantha entered the hall. "He will wake in the morning."
Yami gave a small smile, and nodded. Samantha closed the door behind her. Yami undid his own robe, and slid into the bed pulling Yuugi close him.
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Yuugi's eyes fluttered, and slowly opened. The last thing he could remember was sitting in the ally. Now he was in what he supposed was his bed, and whom he supposed was Yami holding him. He was still angry, and hurt. He didn't want to be lied to. If that is what they were going to continue to do, then he didn't want to stick around. He stretched the length of himself out; his body still ached from his marathon the previous evening.
Yuugi's movements cause Yami to stretch and open his eyes. They were still in the position of the previous evening with Yuugi facing the window, and Yami having a backside view. Yuugi hadn't changed Yami's position of holding him. "Morning Yuugi." Yami placed soft kisses on Yuugi's neck.
"I've been lied to. I'm tired of it. So don't start loving on me this morning because it isn't going to work." Yuugi's voice was cold, almost hateful. "Mater of fact." He paused. "Leave me the fuck alone." He growled, and shifted so Yami was no longer touching his body.
Yami sighed, and held his temper. Yuugi had just about every right to feel hurt. Yami had only smudged the truth in the best interest of Yuugi. It wasn't fare. Yami didn't move away. "Yuugi, I'm sorry. If I had told you in the beginning would you have even believed me?"
Yuugi rolled over, and faced Yami. Having a conversation of serious mater with the curtain that had Yami's voice just wasn't going to work. This had to be dealt with properly, so he needed to put a face with the voice. Yami was right. When he first came to Egypt, he was timid, he still was. He didn't remember anything, and still doesn't. He just put two and two together, but did it have to take this long for them to even offer an ounce of truth. He sighed. He was confused. The pounding in his head, pulled him from further musings. Simply shaking his head, he huffed. "You've got a point… I just wish things hadn't happened this way." He rubbed his temple, trying to ease the pain in his head.
"You alright." Yami half sat up, resting his weight on an elbow. He used the other arm to reach out and push one of Yuugi's bangs out of the way.
Yuugi flashed a smile for a brief second. "Everything but my…" He blushed at even the thought of the word. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Sure he could cuss, but that didn't involve description of body parts or acts there of. Wishing he had gut to be bold, he simply sighed, and settled for a different phrase. "It all hurts. Especially my head." He sighed.
Yami sat up completely, and rolled Yuugi onto his stomach. He then straddled him, careful no to press his own weight into the boy below. Then he started massaging Yuugi's shoulders. "Next time put on some pants and a pair of shoes and go for a walk…" He laughed. "It works a lot better than going for a naked jog around the block."
Yuugi moaned softly at the pleasurable pressure Yami was offering his shoulders. He was laughing softly. "Act first, think later… It is my biggest down fall." Yuugi melted, and bit his lip before another moan could escape his lips as Yami worked his way to his shoulder blades and middle back.
Yami could feel his lower regions hardening at Yuugi's stifled moans. Now wasn't the time. But, unfortunately this was something hard to control; any man would have this problem if they had someone as sexy as Yuugi below them especially in such a provocative position. Yami smacked himself mentally. Get a grip, and breath. "You use to be a thinker, but I've rubbed off on you."
Yuugi was glad to have his face in the pillow as he was turning strawberry red. When Yami moved, he could feel how aroused the boy on top was. But if he held his breath to keep the moans in he'd turn purple. Then he'd be rolled over and… Yuugi slapped himself mentally. "Rah, if only I could remember." He took in a deep breath, how good it felt to be touched by Yami.
Yami's eyes widen as Yuugi referenced Rah. It was the first since he arrived. He tucked the phrase away for later, and put thought to the moment of now. "I want you to remember me; all of me. I had to get you to trust me again before I could even begin to help you to remember. In protecting you, I've hurt you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I only wanted to protect you." He lowered himself, and kissed and licked at Yuugi's back breathing heavily.
Yuugi pressed himself into the bed, and then rolled over so he was face to face with Yami. He reached up and grabbed Yami's bangs. "I forgive you. But no more holding back, no mater how much it could hurt me." Yuugi smiled.
Yami grinned like a kid at Chirstmas, and Yuugi gave a curious expression. "I know we are trying to be serious an all." He took a deep breath. "In this position, with that phrase, it's getting hard to resist temptation." Yami had them both laughing. "But I promise not to hold anything back from you…"
Yami's words were cut off as Yuugi used his grip on Yami's bangs to pull him down to him, kissing him fully. Then slowly trailed kisses to his ear. "Let me feel how good I use to feel with you inside of me." Yuugi breathed heavily in Yami's ear; his shyness had faded for the moment.
"How do you know our relationship was on THAT level?" Yami gulped breathing heavily. He couldn't explain the sudden wash of nervousness.
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Yuugi pouted playfully. "Enter my mind. I know you can."
Yami had done it once or twice. But at moments when he thought Yuugi wasn't paying attention. "Alright."
They closed their eyes. Yuugi opened his door for Yami. Yuugi's room was now littered with stairs, doors, and miles of walkway. This made his own room seem fit for an armature. Yuugi took Yami's hand. He led them up three flights of stairs, to the left, made a right, down a long corridor. Damn you could get lost in here, days at a time. But he seemed a master the turf. Then again he was the same way with his own maze.
"I don't want to see it again." Yuugi looked to Yami, and opened the door. "Go on. The memory plays itself once the door closes. This entire hall if full of similar moments." Yuugi blushed softly.
Yami was familiar with the system. He nodded, slipped into the room, and closed the door. It was when they had first bought the washer for the apartment. He had tackled Yuugi, saying it was on his places to do him list. He laughed momentarily at how innocent they could be, but then gasped. Through Yuugi's eyes the person loving him was a shadow. Now the nightmares made since. His dreams were moments being replayed. Since he couldn't remember Yami, he didn't have a face to put it with. Yami left the room, and shut the door. He pulled Yuugi too him, and run his fingers through his hair. "May I show you something?"
Yuugi nodded timidly, and took them back the way they had come. Yuugi paused taking in the hall. He never really ventured out into the hall. He knew there was a door on the side, but for privacy sake never opened it. Finally he was walking again, and Yami was leading them into the depths of his maze. Granted it had become easier to navigate when he'd recovered his memories. He pulled them into a room. It played the same memory that Yuugi had just show Yami. However, Yami's was complete. Yami smiled, as they stepped back out of the room.
Yuugi had an amazed expression plastered to his face. He felt tingly, and happy. "Are all yours like that?" His voice was curious and timid rolled into one.
"Most of them." Yami laughed. Yuugi reminded him of a kid in the candy store. "Some of the older ones from back in the days of me being Pharaoh are fuzzy." Yuugi's mouth made an 'O' as he said wow. "Help yourself. I've got nothing to hide."
"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?" Yuugi raised a brow.
"How would it be an invasion of privacy when they are of us." Yami paused, and smiled. "The ones that aren't of us you helped me recover."
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Their eyes flickered open. Their arms felt numb from holding their same position for who knows how long. Yami straddled Yuugi's waist, and sat up. He stretched trying to get his body to 'wake up' again. "Your welcome in their any time." Yami smiled. "If you ever get lost, just call my name."
Yuugi stretched, and ran his fingers over his face and through his hair. "Rah, how I wish they could replace mine." He pulled Yami back down, so he was lying instead of sitting.
"You're doing it again." Yami purred, and licked the inner shell of Yuugi's ear.
Yuugi gave a cute innocent look as a moan escaped his lips. Yuugi wrapped his hands around Yami, and pushed his back down his back, and grabbed his rear. Yami was breathing heavily, started kissing and sucking and Yuugi's jaw line. Their lips met for a passionate kiss.
It was two minutes till 9 when Marik opened the door to Yuugi's bedroom. He could have spared himself if he had knocked. But oh no, he didn't knock. That is what you get for walking into someone's bedroom unannounced. Yuugi and Yami were to heavy into one another to realize he was standing there. Several moments passed before Marik could pry himself from the scene.
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Fresh from a shower, Yami and Yuugi pulled on their khaki shorts and white t-shirts; and headed for the dinning room. It was lunchtime and their stomachs were threatening them. Marik looked up from the magazine. He surprised himself how he could manage to look at them with a straight face. However, he must have given off some look before Isis was giving him a look.
"I made sandwiches. Plates on the top shelf of the fridge." Isis smiled.
"Thanks Isis." Yami smirked. "Can you arrange for a flight to New York, America?" He opened the fridge and pulled out the plate.
"Why America?" Marik raised a brow.
"There is a play I want to see before we go to Japan." Yuugi chirped, and took a sandwich.
"Alright then. I'll arrange a flight." Isis smiled.
Yami sat the plate back into the fridge. Sandwiches in hand, Yami took Yuugi's hand and pulled him towards the door. "We'll catch you two later."
Their overly exited attitude raised Isis' brow. Isis looked back to Marik, who shrugged his shoulders making sure to keep his face hidden in the magazine. "What is up with those two. Last night they were fighting, today they are… Drunk?"
Marik laughed. "Laid." He turned the page of the magazine. He felt rather smug that he was one up on Isis.
"I wish I hadn't asked." Isis shook her head, stood up, and went to fetch the phone.
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