No, I haven't forgotten my yearly birthday fic! Here you go and enjoy!


Jealousy

Voices from downstairs weren't uncommon. It was the words and the secretiveness of the conversation that alerted him. One voice was of his longtime, childhood friend, the other his crush and other half. He leaned against a wall, hearing every word, and wishing he could leave.

"Have you told him yet?" Anzu asked. Yuugi imagined her putting her manicured hand on Atemu's shoulder, squeezing slightly.

"I haven't yet. I don't want to know his reaction. He could shun me! Remaining his friend is my top priority."

"You can't keep running from this, Atemu. You have to tell him. Tell him today, on his birthday, or I will."

"No!"

"Then stop running away from it. He's going to find out sooner or later, and I think he'd prefer hearing it from you."

"I'll tell him today. I promise. Can we talk about something else now?"

Yuugi's heart was beating so fast. His birthday was today. They were planning to drop something on him today. What were they talking about? It sounded like Anzu and Atemu were hiding something from him. His heart lurched. Could they be trying to tell him that they were together? No… surely Atemu, his other half, would've told him the moment they started going out!

Yuugi could've slapped himself for over dramatizing. He was being an idiot. Why should he care that Atemu was with Anzu? As long as he was happy, what did it matter that he loved Atemu? He clenched his fists, hearing Anzu laughing at something Atemu had said.

Of course it mattered! It felt like someone dragged a knife across his heart; it was aching that severely. He needed to get upstairs, into his room, where he could be alone.

In his haste, Yuugi tripped on the stairs. He slammed his hands down to keep from falling all the way back down. The voices stopped. Oh shit, Yuugi thought. Atemu's coming. Never once did he glance behind him to see if his prediction was correct. Furiously, he brushed the tears welling in his eyes away. There was nothing to cry about. His heart lurched, disagreeing with him. Yuugi choked, clutching at his chest. He continued down the hall, not quite seeing where he was going. Yet he somehow made it to his room, and locked the door.

Finally, he could not walk anymore. He stumbled over to his bed and curled up, resting his head against his knees. His arms went around his knees, hugging himself. Hopelessness rose in his heart, squeezing the breath from his body. Unbidden, the tears came, falling onto the rough denim of his jeans. Why did Atemu have to do this to him? Why did he have to love Atemu?

Yuugi cried to himself, hugged himself, comforted himself. It was just like before, long before he solved the Puzzle and earned his friends. Thinking of that time before Atemu made him shudder. He would never wish his closest friend away. No matter what Atemu did to him, whether he was aware of it or not, Yuugi would never wish him away.

Lost in his thoughts, Yuugi didn't hear the lock unclick. The door opened soundlessly.

Yuugi's heart lurched again, bringing a fresh wave of tears from his clenched eyes. His hands slid up the opposite arms. He dug his nails into his arms, trying to distract himself from the pain of his heart with physical pain. Sometimes he pressed down hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. No one noticed though; the marks were too small.

The next second, Yuugi's wrists were pinned to the wall, and Atemu had settled between his legs. Yuugi's first reaction was to struggle, and he did so. Atemu only gripped him tighter and used his weight to pin Yuugi's lower body to the bed. The position was awkward for Yuugi, as he was half lying and half sitting. He started to ask what Atemu was doing. Once his eyes made contact with his dark's, however, the words died in his throat.

Atemu's expression was blank, not unlike the expression he wore while dueling an opponent. His eyes bore into Yuugi's. Yuugi was acutely aware of the tears still on his face and in his eyes. Hesitantly, Yuugi shifted his weight up, trying to push Atemu off. The action was slight, almost unnoticeable. Atemu's reaction was to press down, ten times as hard. His mouth curled into a snarl, though no sound escaped.

A small whimper escaped Yuugi's lips. Atemu was too close, far too close. How would he explain? Since he could not move, Yuugi decide to voice his protest.

"Ate—" Before Yuugi had gotten to the third syllable of his dark's name, Atemu's lips had descended on his. The pressure on his hips increased but Atemu's grip on his wrists softened. Yuugi refused to move, refused to react. He went limp as his first kiss was stolen from him. Atemu seemed not to notice. In fact, he took advantage of Yuugi's relaxed, stunned state and slid his tongue past Yuugi's lips.

It was then that Yuugi started struggling against his dark. He felt Atemu smirk against his lips. Atemu rolled his hips against Yuugi's, sending his mind reeling. What… what was going on? Didn't his dark like Anzu? Didn't he? Didn't he?!

Atemu kissed his light once more, with a careful harshness. His lips moved against his in a sinfully delectable way. Atemu's taste filled his senses, nearly overwhelming him with the suddenness of it. He felt Atemu's fingers touching his stomach, only now registering that his hands were free. Automatically, he placed his ands on Atemu's shoulders, one movement away from pushing the other off of him.

The question was: did he want Atemu to get off of him? Sensing Yuugi's turmoil, Atemu paused. His lips moved to Yuugi's ear. Yuugi realized what his dark was about to do and tensed up instinctively.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

As Yuugi expected, Atemu's warm breath touched his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Yuugi squirmed, moving seductively under Atemu without realizing it. Atemu grit his teeth, holding back his reaction, though Yuugi couldn't see.

To distract himself, Atemu decided to keep talking. "Don't lie to me, little light. I'll know if you do." Yuugi's eyes rolled back as he shivered. He could barely breathe from the torture Atemu was inflicting upon his mind and body.

Yuugi realized he was right. He couldn't lie to Atemu. He wouldn't even be able to fight if Atemu chose to steal more than kisses. Did he want this? He enjoyed it, yes, but did he want this? What Yuugi wanted was to get away, far away, and sort out his emotions. He pushed against Atemu, trying to follow through with his plan.

"Stop that," Atemu hissed slightly.

"Get off of me then!" Atemu sensed what he was about to do and quickly pinned Yuugi's wrists again. Yuugi struggled vainly underneath Atemu, not realizing he was tearing apart Atemu's self-control. Confusion raged in his mind. Didn't he hear Atemu talking to Anzu about their relationship? Nothing made sense to him! He just wanted to curl up and cry, alone. Why was Atemu playing with him if he was with Anzu?

"Did you even understand what you heard?"

"I know what I heard!"

"Do you think I would ever play with you in such a cruel manner?"

"N-no," Yuugi whispered, turning away from Atemu's searching gaze. He missed how Atemu's eyes softened when he turned. Atemu released Yuugi's wrists, opting for stroking Yuugi's cheek gently.

"My little light, I would sooner kill myself than hurt you in such a manner." He leaned down and captured Yuugi's lips in a gentle, loving kiss. Yuugi's stomach rolled, confusion making him dizzy.

"What about Anzu?" he cried, breaking the kiss. Atemu looked down at him in confusion.

"What about Anzu?"

"Aren't you in a relationship with her? Isn't that what you two were discussing? How to tell me that you two were together?"

Atemu burst into laughter. Yuugi pushed his hips upward to remind Atemu that he was still here. Atemu met his eyes, mirth still apparent.

"My love, my light, we were discussing how I should tell you…" he leaned down, covering Yuugi's body with his own. Warmth invaded Yuugi's senses. "…how much I love you." Loving, Atemu kissed his light. Yuugi sighed against his lips.

"I love you too."

"Happy birthday, my beautiful Yuugi,"

Anzu was forgotten as they discovered each other's bodies. Each kiss, each touch was fueled with pure love and adoration for his partner. So they spent the rest of Yuugi's birthday enjoying each other's company. Yuugi certainly loved his present… the very thing he'd been craving forever.

Owari


Yes, happy birthday, Yuugi. I don't know how old he would be. But I'm fifteen now!