A Little Furikuri

A/N: 'furikuri' is Japanese slang referencing sexual acts (snogging, dry-humping, etc.) 'Ecchi' is how the letter 'H' is pronounced in Japanese, which is the first letter in 'hentai' (perverted). Manga-based. Please proceed with caution.

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"Ah yes … yes! Ah …"

Yuugi Mutou, age 17, colored slightly and reached forward to turn down the volume on his television set. Jonouchi had been absolutely right; this uncensored ecchi tape was a heck of a lot better than the censored ones. The only downside was that the recording was also louder, which meant that Yuugi had to keep the volume turned way down to watch his porn in peace. It wouldn't be that embarrassing, he supposed, since his parents weren't home and his grandfather was asleep, but if Sugoroku did wake up, he'd want to know what was going on. And then he'd probably want to borrow the tape, which actually was just worse than being reprimanded for it. Yuugi didn't want to think about what his grandfather watched behind closed doors; some things were just best left to a man's own confidence.

That, however, was exactly the problem with having two souls in one body.

Yuugi had a healthy sex drive. He found Anzu hot and occasionally let off steam in his morning shower thinking about her. He liked porn as much as the next guy, occasionally had lewd discussions with his best friend Jonouchi, and was seriously considering going to a strip club for his coming-of-age birthday party. That being said, he was generally discreet. After all, his crush on Anzu remained exactly that – a mere crush, unrequited – and until he'd figured out how to fix that stalemate, all his fantasies would remain fantasies.

Yuugi wasn't built or powerful. He looked guileless, and where he wasn't strong physically he was very strong mentally, infinitely forgiving, gentle, and good at logic games. Even knowing how old Yuugi was, Yuugi halfway thought that Anzu believed that he was utterly naïve about sex and anything related to it. On the other hand, Yuugi's other self practically oozed charisma. He was direct and challenging, carrying himself with the bearing of a ruler – as well he should have, being the former Pharaoh of Egypt. Yami no Yuugi was, in some lights, a very sexual being: clothes seemed tighter on him, he expressed interest in the modern version of kohl (eyeliner, Yuugi had to remind him), and he favored gold jewelry and bangles. But if there was anyone who was naïve to the pleasures of video porn and anything sexually oriented, it was Yami no Yuugi. Yuugi's other self had room in his head for, it seemed, exactly two things: his aibou, and games.

Which was why Yuugi jumped badly when his other self suddenly made an 'appearance', his spirit form lounging on the bed. Ou? What's this?

Yuugi felt mortified for no reason at all. Didn't they share a body? Yuugi's other self never indicated any particular awareness of anything Yuugi may or may not have been noticing with his south-of-the-border brain, but he was conveniently and conspicuously out of the calling range when Yuugi was taking his showers, and he had never made any effort to establish contact during a porno before. Maybe this was why Yuugi felt embarrassed; not only was this a time that probably should have been private, but the Pharaoh seemed somehow above softcore porn. He blanched a bit. It's, uh … it's porn, he admitted.

… 'Porn'? Yami no Yuugi gave the screen a confused look. To Yuugi's gratification, the spirit actually began to blush. Are they … in front of a 'recording' device …? It was clear what the Spirit of the Puzzle meant, and Yuugi sent affirmation over their mental link.

They're actors, if that helps, Yuugi supplied, his eyes traveling the curve of the woman's breast, which was not pixilated out. Definitely better this way.

There was a sense of scandalous attention from the spirit, followed by a short silence. For a moment Yuugi thought that his other self had had enough and had returned to the Puzzle, but a quick glance confirmed that he was still very much around, his eyes glued to the television.

So it went for a minute or two, when suddenly Yami's other self spoke. I don't understand why you are watching this, Aibou. Why not go out and actually—

My other self! Yuugi protested before Yami no Yuugi could complete that sentence. He whirled to look at the nonplussed spirit. I can't go out and just do it with someone! It's one thing to think about it, it's another thing to actually do it!

The spirit's eyes were wide with confusion, and he was apparently a bit cowed, leaning further back on the bed. Of course it is, he agreed in a placating fashion. That is why I suggested it! Sexual intimacy is beautiful, as I recall it.

It was Yuugi's turn to be surprised. … How would you know? He had to ask.

The spirit of the Puzzle colored slightly. I was a Pharaoh in an age long before this. In my time, one came of age after thirteen years. As Pharaoh I had any number of women at my disposal, as I pleased. Did you think I was a virgin, aibou?

Yuugi had to admit he hadn't really thought about it. Y-you just never seem to even think about these things … he explained feebly.

The spirit seemed slightly amused. It would be safe to say that I lack the parts to care. Those small demons that you call 'hormones', I think? Without a body, why would I think ab—what on earth is that!?

Yuugi was about to pause the ecchi (the viewing wasn't turning out the results he wanted with Yami no Yuugi there, anyway) and attempt to explain what 'hormones' were to his other self when the spirit interrupted himself and pointed at the TV. Yuugi looked.

… a dildo.

A what? Yuugi's other self eyed the black phallus on the screen with trepidation.

Um, a pretend … you know. It's what it looks like! It's for girls, okay!? Yuugi found himself shouting, flushing madly.

Why use that when you have – oh. Ah … I never … thought of that. It seemed the Pharaoh was learning uses for a second, fake instrument. … Huh. Clearly in ancient Egypt there hadn't been a whole lot of getting creative in the Nameless Pharaoh's harem.

There was a moment of awkward silence in which the only sounds came from the TV – all of them lewd. Then Yami no Yuugi gave a short little cough. Perhaps I should go. And with that, the spirit disappeared, their mental link cut off.

Yuugi would probably have taken a moment to consider that he had actually managed to make the unflappable Pharaoh feel flustered, but there was a video to watch, and he had to return it tomorrow.

All in all, it probably saved them both a lot of embarrassment when they agreed to never speak of that night again.

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