(I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh)

A/N: Merry (somewhat belated) Christmas! This chapter has... citrus-flavored parts. dunno what it would be considered, but... yeah. just warning you.

*************Chapter 15*************

After Yugi and Yami had settled in, things sort of fell into a routine. Yami couldn't remember a time in his life when he had ever felt so carefree. Sure, he still had school, which was stressful, but he no longer felt the need to constantly be on edge, watching his every step. He had become more open with those around him, and everyone, teachers and classmates included, had noticed the drastic change in his demeanor. Although Yugi and Mokuba hung out a lot, Yami was glad to see that he still spent a good deal of time with his other friends, often bringing Mokuba with him and introducing him to new friends. Seto's parents, although they tried to be home, spent long days at the office, occasionally leaving for the weekends to attend business meetings and conferences.

One Friday night, when Mokuba and Yugi were both at Ryou's (although God only knows what Bakura and Yugi were doing), Seto's mother informed them that she and Seto's father would be away for the weekend.

"Okay, you guys. We'll see you on Monday, okay?" She winked at Yami, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Alright, you two. Behave, now. Okay?" Yami could feel his cheeks burning, as Seto practically pushed her out the door.

"God, Mom! Get the hell out of here!"

"Haha, I love you too, dear!" She pecked them both on the cheek before she practically sprinted out to the car, where her husband was waiting for her.

"I can't believe her, sometimes," Seto grumbled darkly as they watched the two leave.

"Well... She means well," Yami said awkwardly. He wasn't really sure what to say after that...

"So what do you wanna do?" Seto asked, sounding bored. Yami jumped a little, before realizing that the statement had been intended to be completely innocent. God, Yami. He chastised himself. Get your damn mind out of the gutter! Although to be fair, she had started it. Yeah, that was it. It was her fault. "Helloooo, Earth to Yami!" Seto's hand waving in front of his face snapped him back to the moment.

"Huh-what? Sorry..." Yami stuttered, and Seto gave him an odd look.

"Whatcha thinking about, love?" Yami shook his head, perhaps a little too quickly.

"N-nothing. I dunno. What do you want to do?" Uh-oh. Seto raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hmmm? What were you thinking?" Yami turned to hide his blush.

"Let's get something to eat. I'm hungry," He lied, walking quickly towards the kitchen. He never made it there.

Strong arms encircled his waist, holding him back. He sucked in his breath as he felt Seto's lips come in contact with the back of his neck.

"W-what? Seto, what...?" He was finding it harder and harder to form coherent sentences as Seto pulled him closer against his body.

"You aren't hungry, Yami," He whispered.

"How would you know?" Yami snapped back, not sure how to handle this situation.

"Because, love, we just ate dinner." Oh, yeah. Dinner. He had forgotten about dinner... He pulled out of Seto's grasp, muttering something about needing a drink of water. Suddenly, he felt himself pushed against the wall as Seto's lips found his.

"Seto..." he whispered, unsure of what he wanted to say. Sighing in resignation, he gave in to the other boy, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Seto paused for just a moment before leaning forward to whisper in Yami's ear.

"Yami... I love you. So much. You know that?" the words struck at Yami's core. Sure, he'd heard them a hundred times, but they still never failed to thrill him... This time, Yami kissed Seto, his actions becoming almost manic as he desperately clung to the one he loved. Seto let out the smallest of moans that both excited Yami and frightened him at the same time. He tugged shyly at the hem of Seto's shirt, earning him a surprised gasp that sent goosebumps across his skin. "Y-Yami..." he swallowed nervously.

"Eh... did you want... I mean... hm?" Seto apparently could read minds, and within moments, Yami found himself being almost dragged to the bedroom. His heart was pounding, anxiety settling in the pit of his stomach.

"Yami... are you okay?" He glanced up into concerned blue eyes. His heartbeat sped up as he fought to formulate an answer.

"I-I-" He gave up, capturing Seto in another deep kiss that spoke for him. "Seto, I- I love you..." His hands strayed lower, almost on their own. Seto's gasped again, a note of panic evident in his voice.

"Yami, no-" He hurried to clarify, noticing Yami's hurt look. "No, Yami, you- You don't have to do anything, I-" Yami interrupted him.

"Do you- do you not want me?" his voice cracked towards the end of the sentence, and Seto kissed him reassuringly.

"Yami, don't ever think that," he told him forcefully. That was all the reassurance Yami needed, as he launched himself into another passionate kiss. Seto was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't notice exactly what Yami was doing until he felt a hand slip beneath the waistband of his boxers. "Ngh-!" he jerked in shock.

"Shh... please," Yami shushed him, cutting off any protests by placing his other hand over Seto's mouth. His eyes pleaded with Seto. "I... I want to do this, Seto..." He sounded so heart-broken, that Seto was unable to protest. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the sneaking suspicion that that had been what Yami was aiming for. He tried to get his thoughts in order, but Yami was- well, he wasn't even sure what Yami was doing to him, but he knew that it prevented him from being able to function in any sort of rational way whatsoever. He moaned softly as Yami continued to explore what he could do to Seto, caressing the contours of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Yami..." He wasn't even sure if he'd spoken aloud as he clutched at his lover's chest. He felt totally helpless, at the other's mercy. As much as a part of him screamed that this was wrong, he wanted more so badly... "ohh..." He felt the corners of Yami's lips tug upward, moving to kiss his chest. Both of them were missing their shirts, and Seto was wearing only his boxers. Wait. What? When the hell had that happened?! He couldn't figure out what was happening... He gasped sharply, jerking violently when Yami began gently biting at his hip, realizing what the boy intended to do. "Yami, what- what are you doing!?" Yami looked up at him, wide-eyed. God, he was gorgeous... A small whine escaped from Yami's lips.

"Seto, just shut up, already," Yami whispered, biting down lightly on the soft part of his hip. Seto groaned, surrendering completely, flopping back onto the bed. A few moments later... his world had fallen to pieces. Having slipped Seto's last article of clothing down to where it wouldn't impede his progress, Yami took Seto's length into his mouth. He braced himself for the discomfort, the disgusting feeling, but it never came. He realized just how different this was from anything he had ever experienced... this encounter was one of love, not of hatred, not of violence or hurt. Seto whimpered above him in bliss at the sensations that Yami was causing, and he felt a rush at the knowledge. He wanted Seto to make more of those noises; he wanted nothing more than to please him. He experimentally began to bob his head up and down, relishing the sounds of ecstasy coming from his lover.

Seto was lost to the world. He was concerned about Yami, and he wanted to ask if he was okay, but... words just weren't working right now. All he could do was moan pathetically, biting his lip. When Yami sped up, it was all he could do to keep from sobbing in pleasure. Although he fought it, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting slightly upwards with every movement of Yami's. As he came closer and closer to the edge, he found his hands tangled in Yami's soft hair, unconsciously applying slight pressure.

Strangely, this thrilled Yami. It didn't feel anything like the cruelty with which he had been treated previously; this was sensual and loving, rather than controlling. Seto wasn't forcing him to do anything, merely... guiding him, showing him what he needed. He doubled his efforts as he sensed Seto's movements becoming more frantic, and suddenly, without warning, Seto thrust upwards more forcefully, letting out one last, almost painful-sounding moan as he came. Yami fought to not choke as his lover released soft cries and struggled weakly beneath him, his breathing irregular. Finally, he lay still. When he was sure he was finished, Yami looked up at him. He lay back, still panting slightly, his eyes closed and one hand draped across his forehead. He moaned as he opened his eyes, and his already flushed cheeks burned more brightly as his gaze found Yami.

"Y-Yami... I- I'm sorry... are you okay? God, I'm sorry, I don't know..." Yami smiled, nestling into Seto's chest to reassure him.

"Stop apologizing," He demanded. "I'm fine. I'm serious!" he protested at Seto's incredulous look. "I'm not that fragile," he muttered when Seto still didn't look convinced. "I love you."

"Yeah, but... I didn't mean to... you know..." Yami closed his eyes as he kissed Seto's cheek.

"It's okay, I swear. I don't mind..." he promised. "Are you okay?" he laughed softly at Seto's fervent nods.

When they had lain there for a few moments, Yami felt Seto shift beneath him, and realized what he meant to do.

"Seto, don't... don't worry about it," Yami wasn't sure how he felt about this turn of events. He didn't feel like Seto should be touching him. He feared (irrationally, he knew) that Seto would find him disgusting and dirty. Much as Yami had done to him earlier, Seto silenced his protests with firm kisses, taking control of his lips as he stroked Yami. This was the first time that Yami had been touched by someone who didn't mean him harm, who wasn't just using him as an outlet for pent-up anger and frustrations. The difference in the touch was astounding. Seto's touches, rather than embarrassing and humiliating Yami, elated him. He could feel himself nearing the end, and he struggled to warn Seto. "S-Seto, move y-your hand, I- I'm-" he didn't want to dirty someone so... pure. Seto ignored his warnings, however, and Yami came into Seto's hand, arching into the loving warmth. "Oh-oh, god. Sorry... you're all d-dirty now..." he panted. Seto just glared at him.

"Oh? And now who's apologizing? Shut up. Don't apologize," he mimicked Yami before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. A warm, blissful eternity, that Yami never wanted to end.

A/N: Well, there you go. I've had this on my computer for a while, but I kept putting it off because I'm lazy. sorry. I was proofreading it... haha I must have been tired when I wrote it. some parts made no sense, whatsoever. Thanks for reading!!! Review, please? I love you all!!

~alex~