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Warnings: Yellow and Green Lightly Detailed Citrus, Sexual Reference, Language
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"Alright then, Yami prepare to loose!" Seto tossed the dice up, and continued by catching them; he tossed them onto the smooth tent floor. "Four." It was one higher than middle for a dice having six numbers; it wasn't a bad roll. He smirked over his musing.
"Not bad Seto, but only a four?" Yami laughed. "I'm the King of Games! Watch this." He mimicked Seto in tossing the dice up, and then catching them; then tossing them onto the smooth tent floor. Wiggle, wobble, FOUR!
"Oh, better than me?" Seto laughed. "Looks like we share the sleeping bag." Seto's eyes narrowed in mock disgust. "I bet those two horn balls rigged these dice."
Yami caught Seto's attention as he stretched his lethal features. He yawned, not paying Seto any attention. "Seto, you can have it." He smiled absentmindedly getting onto all fours, and climbed out of the tent.
Seto reached out to grab Yami's ass but redirected his aim to grab his leg. "No, we rolled, fair and square." He paused, forcing a cocky smile. "We share, as agreed."
"Whatever." Yami felt as if it was just a plot to belittle him further. He jerked his leg from Seto's grip, and exited the tent. "Sun's setting, I heard from Yuugi that the views good so, I'm going to go and catch it before it completely sets."
"Great view." Seto whispered, having his breath taken away from the crawling form of Yami. "Oh, sunset… Yeah." He grumbled, and followed suit out of the tent.
Yami already standing looked down at Seto who was on all fours. "Showing your place for once." He had the unmistakable air of Pharaoh to servant. "I could show you properly, but you deserve better." He turned, and left.
Seto, slowly standing, was confused to say the least. One moment Yami was all over him in attempt to have him, the next… He sighed heavily, and followed after Yami. Who's chasing whom, he growled, and stopped following Yami.
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Yami found a rock, which offered an open view. The surface of the rock was cooling to adjust to the time of day. A slight wind blew, rustling his clothing and hair. He sat down, knee's to his chest, leaning back, with his hands stretched back for support.
The crunching leaves, and snapping twigs signaled the approach of Yuugi. Yami only knew this because he turned his head. Yami's face held little expression, his eyes sunk back; to sum it up he looked lost. "You finished quick." Yami's voice came out a little more on the harsh side than it should have. It wasn't even Yuugi's fault, and he knew it. Seto had gotten under his skin again, and he was getting tired of it.
Yuugi ignored Yami's comment as he sat behind him, pulling his dark half into his lap. "You're not going to jump are you Yami?" His voice was even despite Yami's harsh tone. "Because I won't let you."
Yami looked up at the sky; the reds were bleeding into the yellows causing orange hues. "A painted sky much like this, was behind us when we shared our first kiss. Soft brush of lips, nothing passionate; we were only boys then." A tear ran down his cheek. "If he's going to keep this up then I wish to rest. I'm tired."
"He wants you, just as much as you want him." Yuugi wrapped his arms around Yami, and held onto him tight. "Don't give up, and don't give in. Your wait will be rewarded, not in gold, but in pleasure." He took a heavy breath. "That's what you told me once. Remember?"
Yami smiled inwardly at the simple reminder. He nodded. "Thank You."
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It was late in the evening, and they were gathered around the campfire.
Ryuji was sitting cross-legged, with Yuugi sitting on his lap legs wrapped around his waist. Yuugi had pulled a piece of chocolate from the sack, and placed it between his lips. Letting the heat of his mouth melt the chocolate, coating his lips he slowly drew the square into his mouth. Ryuji was well acquainted with Yuugi's tease tactics; he tangled his fingers in Yuugi's hair, and pulled him closer. His tongue traced the chocolate-coated lips. He slowly drew in deeper, seeking out the chocolate-coated mouth. Both moaned into the others mouth, and their hips started grinding.
Yami sat off to the side, by himself, he had found a decent sized stick, and was roasting a marshmallow. He wasn't paying any attention to Ryuji and Yuugi, this was their anniversary, and they did have every right to express their love and enjoy themselves. His focus was on the marshmallow, and making it golden brown, melted enough, just to stick to the roof of his mouth. He knew if he could get it just right the taste would last for several minutes instead of one. So the wait was worth it.
Seto sat by himself, across from Yami. He had taken a brief moment to notice Ryuji and Yuugi's chosen activity; they didn't seem to get enough of each other. Then his eyes wondered over to Yami, who was also by himself. He noticed that he didn't seem his normal demeanor. He was lost in the moment of roasting a marshmallow, a simple enough task. Yet, he looked so lost. He sighed; perhaps he had been to hard on him lately. But he wasn't one to give in willing.
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When Ryuji started unzipping Yuugi's pants both Seto and Yami had decided to relocate, seeing as those two were too into the moment to relocate themselves.
The tent seemed the only logical spot to reside in while Yuugi and Ryuji went at it… again. Yami was flat on his back, knee's bent, wiggling out of his pants.
"What in the fuck are you doing Yami?" Seto's voice was raised, through gritted teeth.
"Same thing you're doing." Yami managed one leg. "Taking my pants off. I prefer to sleep nude."
Seto had stopped trying to get his pants off as he watched Yami. "I prefer to sleep nude. One of us has to wear something. Two naked asses aren't going in that sleeping bag."
"You know what Seto, you're a fucking child." Yami threw his pants into the corner, and then stormed out of the tent. "You know what, fuck it Seto. Take the tent. Take it all. I've got…" He grumbled. "Nothing…" As he looked down, he noticed that he really did have nothing.
Yuugi's knees were pressed against Ryuji's hips, his hands gripping the others shoulders. Ryuji's hands were on Yuugi's hips, guiding him as his lover drove harder and harder. The rustling of the tent door, brought the two to a halt.
Seto having forgotten about being unbuttoned, and unzipped, crawled from the tent. Standing up quickly, the pants that rested just below his hips fell to the ground. "Yami!" Taking steps forward, the pants acted as his bonds, tripping him. Falling onto all fours, his front lower to the ground. To say the least, this scene was screaming scandalous.