Hooray! The conclusion is finally here!

Anyway, sorry if it's not how you wanted it, but let me tell you... I must have typed out three different versions of this chapter before I was satisfied enough with one of them to edit it. I was experiencing MAD writer's block. Plus... I wanted to end this one right.

And... sorry, I didn't expect it to turn into a lemon. Fair warning, there are some graphic sexy details in here. :D

Also, please if you haven't already, check out my newest project, "A Taste of Apple"! It's a collaboration with an AMAZING artist by the name of linkyiwakura, who is illustrating each chapter as I publish them. They are soooo good! She is so talented!

...anyway, here's chapter 3.

Chapter 3
In the Body of a Boy
Atemusluckygal
The ALG Series

It had just stopped snowing by the time Atem and Téa were heading towards the main road, and the crisp wintery air refreshed them. This especially brought relief to Atem, who was becoming more aware of his typical burning-faced response to particular…stimuli.

"Wonder what Yugi and the boys are up to," Téa casually offered for small talk. It had been too many minutes of awkward silence.

Atem, meanwhile, was frantically searching for a response that had nothing to do with how alluring her figure looked in that form-hugging dress.

"I… uh… don't know," he defaulted. "So, tell me about where we're going?"

"Oh, this café opened in Domino like last week. Our classmates swear up and down that it's the new cool hang out spot."

Atem nodded wordlessly.

"Is everything okay with you?" Téa asked suspiciously. "Honestly, you've seemed so… so off lately. Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm just getting used to being alive in the modern world, is all."

She didn't buy it for one second. Not like he expected her to. "Did I do anything to upset you?"

Atem turned to her immediately. "No, trust me, this has nothing to do with—" he stopped. That was about to be a lie. "—you've done nothing wrong."

Téa still didn't seem convinced, but she let it go in any case. "Actually… could we stop by my house on the way? I forgot something."

Atem nodded, and they crossed the street into the residential neighborhood on the west side of Domino. Téa's house was comfortably warm, much like the night he had spent here a couple weeks ago. Atem shed his coat and hung it on the coat rack in the foyer. By the time he turned around, Téa was already halfway up the stairs.

"I'll just be a minute!" she called.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Atem wasn't sure what Téa had left here that was so important she insisted on a detour to retrieve it—he figured it might've been her wallet or something like that. Still, he thought he would've at least heard her rummaging through her things, but the thick silence descending on the empty house was, at the very least, suspicious.

He heard her suddenly call him up the stairs. "Can you help me with something real quick?"

Thinking nothing of it, he quietly shuffled up the carpet staircase. When he opened the door, however, he saw something he had never expected to see.

Téa stood before him, staring longingly at him, with her hand resting on her waist. He suddenly noticed the large buttons on Téa's dress, something that escaped his attention before. And the only reason he noticed them was due to the top three being unfastened, allowing her assets to push against the hanging fabric on either side of them, held back only by her black satin bra.

Atem choked in shock. Heat spread across his cheeks to his ears. "T-Téa?"

Her leggings and boots were off, too. Her bare feet glided over to him, as smoothly and gracefully as if she were skating on ice. A slender hand rose to rest on his shoulder. Blood rushed through his veins. His heart pounded. She was looking at him so intently, as if she had rehearsed this very exchange and was determined that it play out the way she wanted it to.

It was all happening so fast. Atem was frozen stiff, unsure of even how to move.

Thankfully, Téa helped him out with that, too.

She used her other hand to find his opposite, and placed it on her waist, just beneath her left breast. Her other hand ascended from his shoulder to glide her fingers lightly over his jawline, chin, and lips.

"Can I…?"

It was enough. More than enough. Permission was granted without hesitation. Their lips crashed in hot desperation. Hands grasped at each other, moans vibrated in their throats. No release lasted for very long, their lips chasing an insatiable appetite for the other's. Atem suddenly felt Téa's aggression as she pushed him against her door, which was still slightly ajar, and forced it closed with his back. All the while, she converged on him, pinning him to the closed door and kissing him with all her might.

Atem had little control over the situation, including himself, and for once he did not mind one bit.

One hand tangled in his hair, and one leg hiked up to hook around his. Téa's pelvis was now pressing needily against his groin, and hot, intense arousal blazed through his body. Any attempt at suppressing his erection was not even close to enough. Téa was just too…

…too incredibly hot.

When the grinding started, it took all of Atem's focus to not completely lose his mind. They moved together, like a passionate, seductive Argentinian tango, her hips undulating against him. The kissing had ceased; as desperate moans were the only things their mouths could manage.

"Oh, Atem…"

His name. Never had it sounded so glorious, brought to life by her voice.

He couldn't take it anymore. The more they continued, the more he realized the dream he had the night after he stayed here at her house was more a premonition for this moment than anything else. Like the dream version of himself, he felt the monster purr inside him as he pushed her off him, keeping a firm grasp on her shoulders as they made their way to her bed. They fell together on the cotton cover and pile of pillows. Atem hastily undid the remaining buttons on her dress until the cotton was long tossed away, and barely a second later Téa was pulling his shirt over his head. More exposed skin, more touching, more admiration. His erection was almost burning, insistent on release, upon seeing Téa in such a vulnerable state of undress.

What certainly didn't help was Téa's hand sliding up his thigh to feel at it.

Nimble fingers skillfully unbuckled his belt and pants, and delved beneath the hem of his boxers to softly curl over the hardened bulge there, caressing it from base to tip. Atem shut his eyes, feeling his legs losing strength at every passing second. The feeling was incomparable to any feeling of gratification he had ever felt—including his own hand when the urges had become too much to ignore. It was an intense sensation, somewhere between a tickle and a massage, and it sent electrifying pleasure surging through every nook and cranny of his body.

Atem leaned over and placed his lips on her neck, needing to occupy himself before he went crazy. Her skin was so smooth and soft, kissing her there was almost as much a pleasure to him as it was to her. He trailed down to her shoulder, enjoying how she shivered as he did so. Téa kept her hand on his member, occasionally tearing his concentration away from his ministrations, on one occasion causing him to sink his teeth in her shoulder as a reaction to her brushing the tip. He busied his hands by slipping them beneath her back to undo the clasp on her bra.

Struggled as he did, he couldn't get the damn thing to obey.

Téa sat up to aid his access, but the bra might as well have had a Rubik's cube for a fastener. He only felt hooks and elastic fabric but no clear solution to the puzzle. An unsurpassable monster. Out of all the visions that had taken place in his hormone-ridden fantasy world, this frustrating scenario had never occurred to him, and it was an unwelcome interruption.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Atem dropped his hand on the mattress in defeat. Téa giggled. "The King of Games finally loses," she said, and laughed so hard she had to rest her forehead on his shoulder.

Atem joined her with a chuckle of his own, though pride and frustration quickly took over. "Please…"

Téa smirked and reached around to undo the clasp with one hand, and the oppressive garment was tossed across the room. She quickly reacquainted their lips for another passionate kiss, placing Atem's hand on the newly-liberated soft flesh of her breast. He kneaded her, feeling her nipple harden against his palm. She crooned pleasured moans into his mouth, and he livened with them.

"Take me," a silent command slipped from her lips.

Atem froze, even as she tried to kiss him again.

"T-take you?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, make love to me Atem. Please?"

"I… uh…" All his words stopped in his throat.

Téa's hand never stopped stroking him as she spoke. "Ever since you stayed over that night… I've been thinking nonstop about you, I want this so much, and I felt like you did too…"

Atem forced himself away, from her mouth and hand, groaning internally at the sudden lack of pleasure coursing his body. He fully saw her for the first time, in nothing but her thin black panties, a curvy figure so beautiful and enticing, and fair skin so brilliant in the daylight glow from the nearby frosted window, it took his deepest concentration to focus on what he was saying. "Nevermind what I want. Are you sure that this is what you want?"

Téa nodded eagerly. "I've wanted this for a long time."

Atem stepped forward, taking no time to settle his mind to contemplate her words, grabbing both sides of her face and kissed her fully and passionately. His hands slid down her shoulders, arms, and sides, until his fingers caught on her underwear. Téa thrust her hips forward, allowing him the access to pull them off her completely. She hesitated none in grabbing his hand and pushing it along her vulva, which was pulsating slightly with hot desire.

"Feel how much I want you…" she whispered.

Atem shivered as he inserted two fingers inside her, feeling her wet womanhood close in on them as if begging for more on its own accord.

"Ah…" her moans squeaked at the ends, sounding more and more desperate as he maneuvered his fingers inside her, firmly holding her in place any time she tried to move more than he permitted. She bucked against him, but he held her in place while intensifying the 'scooping' motion with his fingers in her core. Watching her struggle against him was almost too much for him to handle; it sounded like it felt so good.

Atem smirked. He was finally in control again. With his confidence returning, he took it one step further.

"Beg."

Téa's eyes snapped open, and a mischievous grin stretched her swollen lips. She pushed herself off the bed, disengaging her hand from his member and his hand from her slick mound. She stood there, fully nude and flushed, with her arms crossed beneath her perky breasts and eyebrow raised in challenge, with all the pride found in the regality of a powerful queen.

"I'm not going to beg," she said, "You beg."

Atem stared back at her, taken aback by her response.

A battle of pride. A test of inhibition. Who would fail to corral their desires first?

Atem's famous smirk surfaced on his mouth; it was a similar smirk he gave his opponents when the challenge they presented piqued his interest. He folded his arms.

After not too long of an intense staring contest, Atem soon realized—especially with his arousal burning from its release being postponed—that this was a battle he'd rather not fight.

"Please…" The plea came out as a weak whimper, a far cry from his usual confident command.

Téa chose to indulge him, though her movements were deliberately, teasingly unhurried, as if her limbs were pushing against a pool of molasses. She stepped towards him, looking down on him like he was her helpless prey. She kissed him, slow and gentle, with him reciprocating in the same manner. His eyes closed, enjoying the exchange, when he felt a warm, squishy crevice enclose on his still-erect penis.

The feeling was so incredible, his limbs stiffed completely as the first wave of pleasure drowned his every conscious thought. His mouth opened, but his voice stayed stuck in his throat. Téa sank completely onto him, shuddering at her own pleasure as her wetness lubricated the union of their sex, curling her legs so that her shins supported her on the bed as they narrowed in on Atem's hips. As she brought herself up and buried him again in a smooth, repetitive rocking motion, she joined him in their first chorus of moans and exasperated breathing.

"Atem…" his name slipped from her mouth longingly. It was as if she hungered for the very word itself. She rode him faster and faster until her rocking became a fevered bouncing, her moans turning into cries of desire.

Atem's muscles all convulsed at once upon release. He collapsed on his back with Téa still on his lap, gasping for his breath. Téa slipped herself off him and lied beside him, sighing contentedly.

"Wow," she said simply. "I can't believe we did that."

Atem said nothing for a while, still regaining himself. Sweat trickled down his temple in the hot room. With his eyes closed, he responded, "it was probably not a wise thing to do."

This silenced Téa for a moment. "Yeah, you're probably right…" A half a minute passed before she added, "but it felt amazing."

Atem looked at her. Her beauty did not escape his attention before, but she positively glowed now. Her sexiness was undeniable, but at this moment, it fell secondary to her beauty. She met his look, and her large blue eyes glistened in the spotlight the window bestowed on her face.

She was a dancer. A dreamer. A cheerleader. A friend. A fierce ally. She was Téa Gardner, and her inner strength was unparalleled.

"Would you like to go out sometime?" asked Atem, smiling fondly at her. "Just the two of us."

Téa returned his smile with her own, and true elation radiated from her lips. She slipped her hand into his. "I would love that."

Atem's phone beeped. He sat up, stretching his neck, and fished for his phone in the pocket of his pants on the floor.

[Text from JOEY WHEELER]:

Where are you guys? We were supposed to reopen like ten minutes ago!

END