Queer As Tachi – Chapter 3
Yugi suffered no lasting effects from his experience, and after a day lounging about at home, was back in school and back to normal. He told Tristan and Téa that his mind had been trapped in the Puzzle, but only Joey knew the circumstances. It had been tough enough explaining it to his grandfather, who reacted as predicted and felt horrible that his act of kindness had been responsible for Yugi’s suffering. Yugi assured him that it was no one’s fault, but asked his grandpa to trust him with the Puzzle if he ever found himself in the same situation again. His restless mind could do strange things, he had involuntarily visited Yami inside the Puzzle before. Grandpa vowed to keep his hands off the artifact no matter what, just to be safe. Yugi hugged him and made no mention of it after that point, ever, so Grandpa Muto rightfully assumed that all was forgiven and forgotten and they could move on with life. Yugi’s other classmates had heard about his hospitalization, and for a few days an awful lot of people he didn’t even know were being really nice to him, but within a week it had all blown over and even Joey was back to roughhousing with his diminutive pal. Though his instinct was to trust Joey with his every secret, Yugi and Yami agreed that they would not tell their friends about the ritual Shadi had mentioned, in the off chance that it did not work. It was bad enough for Yugi to get his hopes up and have them subsequently crushed, he didn’t need Joey, Tristan, and Téa gazing at him with sympathetic eyes too.
Even without the ability to contact Shadi and verify it was still going to happen, Yugi managed to control his excitement as he watched the days tick by on the calendar in his room. He and Yami decided that in trade for this marvelous once-in-a-lifetime chance, they would behave themselves and not visit in the Puzzle until then – though they talked to each other across their mental bond more than usual, constantly discussing what they could do with their special day and how wonderful it was going to be. Even stern, calm Yami was practically beside himself with anticipation, yearning so much to find out if Shadi’s promise would come true. He wanted to be with Yugi, but he also wanted to see and feel and touch and taste on his own again, to fill his shattered memory with as many new experiences as he could cram into twenty-four hours. It would have to be enough to sustain him for the rest of his existence, so he would not forget again what it was like to feel the wind and sun on his own face, or enjoy a huge meal, or any of the other hundred ideas he and Yugi kept suggesting to each other. The sakura blossoms transformed into shiny green leaves, and spring broke out with warm sunshine, while they planned and speculated and quivered internally in excitement as the day with the little “full moon” circle on the calendar page crept nearer and nearer. Then, it was time.
Yugi tried desperately to keep from pushing his grandfather’s company away and locking himself in his room until midnight, as much as he wanted to get himself ready far in advance. He had a normal dinner and did his normal chores, until after the game shop closed and the Mutos prepared for bed as usual. Grandpa asked him if he had plans to hang out with his friends on Sunday, by way of making small talk, and Yugi said yes. Yami wanted to see Joey and Tristan and all the others, so Yugi had made plans to meet them all for lunch and games downtown, keeping secret that he would have a special guest along. He couldn’t even fake being tired, so he gave up trying and just went into his room late, pacing restlessly for a bit until he realized he didn’t know what time Shadi would be appearing in that mysterious way he always did, so he needed to occupy himself for a while. He tried reading, he tried talking to Yami, but for once their conversation faltered, as both were too anxious to keep up a thread. In the end, Yugi settled for sitting cross-legged on his floor going through his spare Duel Monsters cards, deciding whether he wanted to rearrange his deck or sell some of the extras as rare singles through the store. It distracted him just enough and kept him from looking at the clock. Shadi’s silent entrance into his room took him by surprise. “You’re here!” he gasped, tossing aside the cards.
“Yugi,” Shadi patiently acknowledged him. “Were you afraid I would not come?”
“Well, not afraid, but…” Yugi pushed himself to his feet to face his visitor. “It has been kind of stressful, waiting and hoping and not really sure this whole thing is going to work.”
“The only way to find out is to try.” Shadi stepped closer to him and gestured for him to come. Yugi obeyed, and when he was in reach, Shadi touched the front surface of the Puzzle with questioning fingertips. “Are you and the pharaoh ready?”
“Yeah. Just tell us what we have to do.”
Shadi beckoned for Yugi to join him as he sank to his knees on the floor. “There is an incantation which you must recite, but the language may be difficult for you. It is an ancient Egyptian dialect used long ago by priests and officials close to the pharaoh. Very few these days even remember it, much less speak it.”
“Let me guess,” Yugi smirked. “Lucky for us, you’re one of them.”
“It is part of my station.” Shadi arranged his robes neatly around him so as to be able to sit comfortably on his knees facing Yugi. “There is enough time. I must teach you this incantation, so you can recite it at the correct moment without mispronouncing a word. To do so will cause the ritual to fail.”
Yugi could hear a warm, rich voice in his mind, though the pharaoh’s apparition did not materialize this time. “A pity that I don’t remember the language, or I could help you.”
“It’s okay, Yami,” Yugi assured him before returning his attention to Shadi. “Okay. Is that all? I mean, is there anything else I need to do besides recite the spell?”
“Yes.” With typical drama, the guardian reached beneath the folds of his robe and unsheathed a small and very deadly-looking dagger.
Yugi recoiled, raising an arm to shield himself. “What are you going to do with that?” he yelped.
“Relax, Yugi.” Shadi laid the dagger in his palm and held it out, hilt-first. “At the stroke of midnight, you must pierce your skin and let a drop of blood fall onto the Eye of the Puzzle. Then, recite the incantation. From your blood, your words, and your energy, the spell will draw the pharaoh’s spirit from its resting place.” Yugi took the dagger from him, holding it up and inspecting the blade. From the way moonlight from the skylight above him glinted along the edges, he guessed it was razor-sharp. “It will not take much, just prick a finger or your palm,” Shadi continued. “It is my understanding that that is the greatest harm you will suffer for this ritual.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Yugi admitted, gazing in wonder at Shadi. “And then Yami will have his body, for one day.”
The Egyptian guardian closed his eyes and smiled faintly. “Spend that day wisely, and well.”
Yugi nodded his affirmation. “All right. Teach me this incantation. I don’t want to make any mistakes.”
The minutes ticked by and the moon climbed higher while the two young men recited and repeated the fluid Egyptian tongue over and over, bathed in the silvery light falling through the skylight and that alone. The rest of the house lay silent around them, they couldn’t even hear Grandpa Muto snoring in his room down the hall. The recitation was difficult, but Shadi promised he would prompt Yugi, so he would not have to try to memorize the whole thing right away. It was enough that he could say it, mimicking the guardian’s tone perfectly. Yugi took a watch out of his pocket, a small digital timepiece with minutes and seconds that he had set with the exact universal time from a computer at school. Neither of them filled the last waiting minute with idle chatter, they just watched the seconds count down until the watch beeped to signal that it was midnight. “Now,” Shadi breathed.
Gritting his teeth, Yugi poked his forefinger with the tip of the sharp blade until a single crimson drop welled up from the cut. Holding his hand over the Puzzle, he squeezed his finger so the drop would fall perfectly onto the raised Eye, and immediately began to recite the first line of the spell which he remembered clearly after all that practice. Shadi fed him the rest, line by line, and Yugi repeated it in a hushed whisper. Within seconds an effect could be seen; the Eye began to glow, and then surged with white light, shining brighter than it ever had before. Yugi could feel his heart racing, and began to breathe more heavily as he felt his energy being drained, but he kept up the incantation, desperate to finish it before the clock read 12:01. Upon the last word, a silent clap of power exploded from the Puzzle, the light flashing so brightly that it made both young men flinch and fall backward onto their hands. When Yugi pried his eyes open again, he saw something that made his heart leap into his throat: a figure was coming into view beside him, not faint and indistinct like his usual visions, but clear and solid, muscle and bone, glorious flesh in human shape. Streams of fading energy from the Puzzle laced around his graceful limbs like golden spiderwebs, trailing off into the night as Yami took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Even Shadi looked rather amazed at the sight. Yugi knelt there trembling for a moment, feeling like he was going to faint, as his eyes roamed up and down the pharaoh’s very real physical form. Then he gave a tiny giggle. “You’re naked.”
Yami gave a short, startled gasp and looked down, and then blushed. “Well, what did you expect?” he said sternly.
“I don’t mind.” Yugi began to grin. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
Yami felt his face where the blush warmed his cheeks, and then slid his hand all across his new body, arms and chest and stomach, wearing a look of utter astonishment. “It worked. I…I can’t believe it. It worked. Shadi…”
They both glanced to see Shadi face down on the floor in reverence, but upon hearing his name spoken in the pharaoh’s deep voice, the guardian raised his head. “In all my years I never thought I would look upon you in this manner, my pharaoh,” he said, his voice hushed with awe. “I consider myself fortunate to be blessed for my servitude by meeting you face to face. Forgive me for staring,” he added, keeping his eyes averted as he sat up.
Yami wanted to stop him from worshipping him, but some part of his inner instinct knew that this was the way things were supposed to be, between a pharaoh and his servants, so he said nothing. Instead, he got an idea and went over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to Yugi’s closet, wanting to see for himself. He looked just as Yugi always said he did, lean and slight with just enough firm muscle across his chest and arms to define his figure, with sly, elegant eyes and the same wild, sharp hairstyle as Yugi. Yugi leaped up and came up beside him, laying a hand on his back to feel that he was really there. They looked at each other in the mirror, seeing that they both existed side by side, Yami slightly taller, slightly older, alike without being identical. “Look at you,” Yugi breathed. “You’re really here.”
Yami’s violet eyes swam with tears of joy as he stared for a moment longer, and then he lunged and wrapped Yugi in an enormous embrace. “I never dreamed this could be possible,” he whispered into Yugi’s shoulder as the young one hugged him back. “I’m here. I’m here with you.”
Yugi held him snugly with a smile on his lips, delighted to feel actual flesh beneath his hands, true warmth and a heart beating strongly in his arms. After a moment he let go, and reached into the closet beside them to find something to cover Yami’s nakedness at least temporarily. The robe was a little short on him, but it sufficed for now. “Thank you so much, Shadi,” the younger one said enthusiastically as they turned back to their visitor. “We owe you everything for this.”
“It is my duty, and my pleasure,” Shadi said demurely, rising to his feet. “You have your twenty-four hours, now. Use them well, my pharaoh.” He dared to look at Yami and then smiled. “Savor every minute, so you may remember this forever.”
“I will,” Yami vowed.
“I will leave you now. You have much to do and limited time, I will not waste any more of it.” Shadi began to fade as he backed away from them. “Remember, do not take the Puzzle from around your neck, Yugi. It is your connection to the pharaoh. At midnight, he will return to it, and all will be as it was before. Farewell.”
As soon as he was gone, Yugi threw his arms around his partner once again and hugged him fiercely. “I can’t believe this is real! I have you all to myself for a whole day. I’m so excited I don’t even know where to start!”
Yami cupped his cheek and tilted his head up towards him, smiling into his young love’s eyes. “How about here?” He bowed his head and kissed Yugi softly, slowly, lingering on the taste of his lips. They both gave a breathless gasp simultaneously, and then leaned in for more, sinking into each other’s arms as their kiss grew more ravenous and deep.
They stood like that for some time, endlessly kissing each other as though the concept had just been invented, until Yugi felt his knees go weak beneath him and he needed to break away. He still clung to Yami, arms over his shoulders, and rested his forehead against his partner’s in order to breathe a soft whisper across his lips and cheek. “I love you so much.”
Yami smiled and chuckled a little under his breath. “I love you, too. Mm, what a sweet way to begin our day together.”
“I just had to say it,” Yugi murmured with a little chuckle of his own. “In case I somehow lose the ability to form words later.” He stretched up and pressed small, teasing kisses to his partner’s lips, cheek, and jawline, exploring his physical form with delight. “I can’t believe this is real. It’s you, it’s all you. Head to toe.”
Yami’s hands roamed soothingly up and down Yugi’s back as he tilted his head to offer more of his skin to be kissed. “It’s hard to believe myself. I know what it is to touch you, and hold you, but this…” He hugged Yugi more tightly to him. “…this is much more vivid. This is reality. What we’ve had before is a mere shadow of it.” He took a deep breath and purred into Yugi’s ear. “And now I know your scent, too. You’re so beautiful…”
Yugi made a little bashful noise and nuzzled Yami’s neck in response. “So are you,” he breathed. “You’re just like I see you inside the Puzzle…only real flesh and blood.” He pushed aside the folds of the bathrobe and laid his hand solidly on the center of Yami’s chest. “I can feel your heartbeat, now.” An impish grin crossed his lips. “Wow, it’s racing…”
“Is it any wonder?” Yami caught him up and squeezed him tightly, practically lifting him off the floor in his enthusiasm. “I’m with the one I love, and I can hold him and kiss him and do anything I want with him.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and placed his lips beside his lover’s ear. “If this is how excited I am just from kissing you, imagine how much greater it will be when I make love to you.”
Yugi’s fists clenched tightly on the bathrobe, and an excited gasp escaped him. “Oh, please,” he begged. “I want that so much. Please, Yami…”
Yami pulled him back enough to look into his eyes, and then glanced aside at the clock sitting on top of the headboard of Yugi’s bed. “It’s very late. Are you sure you’re not too tired?”
“Are you kidding me?” Yugi smiled strongly. “I don’t think I could sleep right now if I wanted to! You’re here! You’re really here, like I’ve dreamed you could be, and I can feel you under that robe. I can’t wait, I don’t want to wait. It’s all I’ve been able to think about today…” He caught his breath and tried to calm himself, letting his hand slide down Yami’s chest to his waist so he could untie the robe. It fell open between them, giving only the barest glimpse of the pharaoh’s naked body. His voice also dropped to a whisper. “This is what we’re here for. We may say all kinds of nice, honorable things about remembering life and being with friends and stuff, but we both know the real reason we wanted to do this ritual. I want to be with you.”
“Are you…ready, then?” Yami looked mildly concerned. “Do you have what we need?”
“Oh…yeah.” Yugi went across the room and pulled out a small drawer in his desk, retrieving something still hidden in a plastic shopping bag. “I stopped by the drugstore on my way home from school last night,” he said over his shoulder, his need to whisper betraying his shyness over the situation. “I’m sorry, it’s nothing special or romantic.” He turned back to Yami, blushing furiously as he discarded the bag and fidgeted with the small tube. “Not ‘palm oil’ or anything. But, I…um…I didn’t get any protection.” He averted his eyes in embarrassment as Yami stepped up to him and wrapped his hands around Yugi’s. “I kind of figured we didn’t need it, since your body is brand new and I’m technically still a virgin.” That thought hit him afresh, making him look up into Yami’s warm, loving eyes in wonder. “So, I get to really give myself to you, after all. For real.”
Yami cupped his cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. “A gift I will accept with all my heart. I know what this means to you, even if we’ve been together before inside the Puzzle.”
“Yeah,” Yugi said with a nervous laugh. “We may have done it a hundred times before, but it’s still a first. We get to start all over again.”
The pharaoh kissed him gently, but with a new shade of sensuality this time, brushing his tongue gently along Yugi’s lips until the boy whimpered into the kiss. “At least I already know what you like,” Yami murmured deeply. “And now I can taste you, feel your body, feel mine…”
Yugi moaned at the provocative murmur and leaned in for more of that kiss, but Yami only brushed his lips over his forehead before stepping back, taking a hold of Yugi’s shirt and tugging it over his head. The Puzzle chain jingled awkwardly as the pendant fell down against his bare chest, but they both knew not to take that off as well. Keeping it from getting in the way was going to be an adventure. Yugi could not suppress his little giggle of excitement as he turned away long enough to set the tube of lubricant on the bedstand next to the clock. As he was turning back around, his eyes widened to behold Yami letting the robe cascade from his shoulders and fall into a fluffy puddle on the floor behind him as he padded slowly forward to meet his lover. All shyness and youthful giddiness fell away as Yugi gazed at Yami’s very real, very naked body, realizing what he was going to finally get to do. The wonders of their private mental playground were finally going to meet with physical capability and he, Yugi Muto, high school kid and gaming champion of the world, was going to have sex. With his exotic lover, his soulmate. He had to catch himself and shake the momentous thoughts out of his head or he would have never been able to proceed. It was too big, too eventful, to dwell upon. He forced himself to let go and just concentrate on Yami, on what he wanted to do to that gorgeous, lean body that was now slinking up to him, gathering him in slender arms, on what he wanted Yami to do to him. Hands were already exploring his skin, splaying over his chest and running down his stomach, sweeping the Puzzle out of the way with just a gesture. Yugi tilted his head upward for another kiss, and was rewarded with a deep, probing, sensual kiss, all heat and urgency this time. He let his arms drift around Yami’s waist, and was pleased to feel the pharaoh moan into the kiss as hands slid down around him and clutched the curves of his ass.
The riot of scent, taste, and sensation threatened to drive Yami crazy, but he settled for simply concentrating on one amazing new feeling at a time and trusting that his senses would gather in all the rest for him to remember and peruse later. The reactions of his spirit-body inside the Puzzle had been correct and rather splendid in their own right, he assumed after much pondering during his dormant periods that they came from some well of instinct within his soul, an unconscious memory of having felt what it was like before. But now, the electricity of hands on his skin, of wet lips against his, and the twitch of his own body as it began the slow climb toward ecstasy were heightened in effect, no longer shadow and instinct. He gazed into Yugi’s half-opened eyes and could see the haze of passion in them, the desperate yearning for every last incredible sensation they could share. Yami sank to a seat on the edge of the bed, but did not quite pull Yugi down on top of him. Instead, he positioned his young love between his knees in order to unzip his jeans and slowly, teasingly, strip him of the rest of his clothing. Yugi stood with his hips cocked forward to enjoy the process, an indulgent little smile on his lips as he watched nimble hands tug down his jeans and then slip sensuously into his briefs to slide them down over his hips. For a moment they simply paused to look, to savor the sight, until their eyes drifted upward and met. At last, Yami reached out and took Yugi’s hands in his, inviting him to join him on the bed. Yugi maneuvered around him and climbed onto the bed on his knees, giggling a little as Yami shifted to meet him and gather him into his arms again. “This is going to be fun,” the young one murmured. “I hope we both fit.”
Yami chuckled as they sidled up to each other, already gliding hands over each other’s arms, shoulders, thighs, and chests. “Your bed is a bit smaller than we’re used to,” he noticed.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Yugi stalked up into Yami’s lap and kissed him lightly, purring softly as the pharaoh’s hands came around his face and held him there for longer, hotter kisses. “We just have to keep it down,” Yugi continued between kisses. “We don’t want to wake my grandpa.”
Yami kissed him expertly, teasing with his tongue. “I don’t know if I can,” he breathed. “I’ll try.”
Yugi considered the way he was being kissed and had to agree with the sentiment. “Well,” he offered, “he’s not a light sleeper. We should be okay…”
“We’ll be cautious.” Yami’s hands slid down to Yugi’s shoulders, encouraging him to sit back on his heels. “After all, we don’t want him bursting in on us. Such a shock would not be good.”
“It’s okay…” Yugi followed his partner’s guidance and began to lay down, pulling Yami with him. “I locked my door.”
With another deep chuckle, Yami prowled over the top of his young lover as he laid down, bending his head to kiss him firmly. The Puzzle slid off the side of Yugi’s trim stomach and nestled down beside him, in a safe spot where it wouldn’t bother either of them as they settled in for what could be a long night. Yami let his hands roam all over Yugi’s body for a while, rediscovering his shape and the feel of warm, soft skin beneath his fingertips. He wanted to touch everything, from the familiar curves of his lover’s shoulders, the flat planes of his chest, the tender softness of his belly, to the hard nubs his nipples had become, the throbbing pulse in his neck, the heat of the insides of his thighs. Yugi stretched himself out and laid in open invitation, cooing softly in delight at the feel of those strong, spry hands exploring him head to toes. He touched back when and where he could, tracing fingertips around Yami’s earlobe, along his throat to his chest, clutching at the taut muscles in his arms. Once he had gotten enough of the touch, Yami reclined beside Yugi and stretched to kiss his body instead, wanting desperately to know his lover’s taste and hoard it in his memory for later. Yugi began to breathe hard as lips and tongue traveled all across his body, finding more about him to tease and lick than just the typical erogenous zones. Yami found that he could taste the sweat on Yugi’s skin, and caressed every sweet, sensitive spot with his lips just to hear Yugi whimper and sigh. He even discovered a new thing, as his hand slid around Yugi’s far side to hold him in place – Yugi had a ticklish spot. It never manifested inside their minds, but here, in the moonlit dark of reality, when the pharaoh’s fingertips roamed a little too lightly across Yugi’s flank, below his ribs, he twitched suddenly and burst out with a laugh that he tried hard to bite down and contain. That absolutely fascinated Yami; he pushed himself up on his elbow and stared in wonder. “Yugi?”
“That tickled!” Yugi pouted at him.
“You’ve never done that before.”
“I’ve never had you touch me right like that before.” He quickly clamped down on Yami’s hand, as it was reaching to find that particular spot again. “No, no, no, don’t you dare. I don’t want to be tickled.”
Yami smiled in amusement. “Then, how about this?” Moving his hand away safely, he bent his head and kissed the sensitive spot firmly, enduring a short, wary chuckle before Yugi settled down, realizing that it didn’t tickle quite as much that way. After a moment or two Yami let his lips wander again, this time upward to the nearest nipple, and lavished his young love until he could feel Yugi tense in his arms and heard his sighs turn to light cries of pleasure. Lifting his head, Yami crawled back up alongside his partner and took him into his arms, pushing aside the intruding Puzzle in order to clasp him fully against him and kiss him hungrily, feeling the hard, slender body arching against him. He broke for breath and nuzzled Yugi’s cheek just to feel the warmth of his breath heating them both. “You don’t have any other tickle spots I should know about?” he murmured.
“I don’t think so,” Yugi mumbled, his senses going hazy with the erotic pleasure. “If you find one, you’ll know.” He writhed languidly against his lover’s body and let out a little gasp of delight as their mutual erections brushed against each other. Yami, likewise, gave a rumbling groan deep in his throat and bent his head to kiss Yugi’s throat and jaw in gratitude for the sensation. Yugi clutched him securely around the middle, arching his back in order to bring their bodies into contact repeatedly in a slow, seductive rhythm. Hips and groins rubbed tentatively together, leaving them both breathless and holding tighter to each other, until Yami was panting so much that he couldn’t kiss his lover’s skin any longer. Yugi placed a hand on the side of his face, then, getting the pharaoh to open his eyes and look into his. A little smile awoke on Yugi’s lips. “This is your first time, too,” he noted. “Maybe I should help you get there first, you know…so you know what it feels like.”
“But I do know what it feels like,” Yami assured him. “How many times have we done this?”
“Yeah, but you haven’t done it in a real body before.” Yugi tilted the pharaoh’s face to him and kissed him softly. “At least, not that you can remember. You know what you were saying earlier about shadows of reality?”
Yami chuckled and kissed him back, adding a few more little pecks to his cheeks. “All right,” he relented. “I will gladly do anything you want, Yugi.”
That idea seemed to appeal greatly to Yugi; he gave a small purr of delight and let his hand roam downward from Yami’s cheek, across his neck and chest and down along his side. They were lying on their sides facing each other, with Yami’s back fairly close to the wall in order to keep from pushing Yugi off the other side. As funny as it might have been, neither wanted to ruin the momentous occasion by having someone fall on the floor. They leaned in to kiss each other some more, unable to get enough of it, while Yugi caressed along Yami’s flank and hip, making long, sweeping motions with the flat of his palm just to feel warm flesh in place of the spiritual form he was used to. He rolled back just enough to make room between them for his hand, and with a mischievous look up into his lover’s eyes, reached in and stroked him delicately with his fingertips.
The first glancing touch made Yami catch his breath, his head tilting back and eyes closing briefly. Yugi did not stop for a moment, easily stroking the length of his heated erection with graceful fingers. A slight blush glowed on his cheeks, as he realized what he was doing, but he was no longer too shy to continue. He used his body to nudge Yami’s, to get him to relax and fall back a little, so Yugi could rest his head on the pharaoh’s chest and watch while he touched him. Yami did not resist, stretching himself out against the pillow wedged into the corner now and curling his arms around Yugi, keeping him close so he could do whatever he wanted. Yugi settled into a gentle pace, exploring both for his benefit and Yami’s, curling his fingers around him to hold him one minute, brushing softly along the underside the next, searching out any spot that made the pharaoh’s body twitch or any kind of gasp or groan escape him. Very shortly, Yami lay panting again, sweat beginning to glisten on his neck as his entire body flushed with heat, lost in the sensations rippling through him. That he could feel the electricity from Yugi’s tiny, tender strokes all the way down into his toes, like fire in his veins, was astonishing and wonderful. Even the bottoms of his feet tingled with the power inside him, as Yugi found a particularly moan-inducing spot and exploited it with small, insistent strokes of his thumb. Yami’s hand tightened around the curve of Yugi’s shoulder as he held the young one close to him, turning his head to place a kiss or two to Yugi’s forehead. Yugi smiled at the contact and sped up his motions, abandoning precision in favor of good, long, hard strokes with his whole fist, eager for Yami to experience the overwhelming sensations of a true orgasm. He lifted his head and pressed soft kisses to Yami’s collarbone and the center of his chest while he kept up the pace, feeling the pharaoh’s whole chest expand with his racing breath, though they had fallen into an even rhythm now and took some time to let the energy build.
Yami gritted his teeth to keep his cries restrained, unable to do anything except lie there with Yugi half on top of him, his arms firmly around the young one and his hips pushing forward into the unrelenting touch. Yugi’s fingertips returned to the sensitive underside and stroked with just enough pressure to send sparks of energy raging through his lover’s body, making him squeeze his eyes shut and brace himself for release. It wouldn’t be long now, but it felt like it was taking forever, like his newly acquired body didn’t want to let go until it had wrung every last ounce of passion out of him. He was so hard, his skin hot to the touch, but the more he tensed, the more it all built within him. He felt Yugi’s lips roaming against his chest, and heard a soft whisper in the space between them. “Come on…come on…you can do it…”
In the moment it took to relax just enough to take a breath and murmur, “Yugi…” the climax welled up and broke through his restraint, forcing Yami to swallow the cry that surged into his throat. His body shook and erupted of its own accord, his hips bucking up into the hand still clutching him as a feeling he had no words for flooded his living body. Yugi gave a small, pleased gasp and arched himself into Yami, letting his essence cover them both and holding on to him for a little while longer. As it all passed and washed over him, the pharaoh fell back limp, caught in the corner between the bed and the wall, his chest still heaving. Now he was wet, sticky, sweaty, and overheated…and it never felt so wonderful. He could feel Yugi kissing him again, and stretching against him, letting their bodies rub together, but it took a few minutes for Yami to be able to raise his head and put his arms back around his young love, pulling him to him and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. Yugi finally released the softening erection and curled up against Yami, falling eagerly into the kiss and nuzzling him beneath his jaw when the pharaoh needed to break for breath again. “Yugi,” he managed to whisper after a bit. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Yugi agreed, though both lacked a decent word to finish the sentiment. “I told you.”
“Good idea.” Yami pushed himself back up, so he could lay on his side and clasp Yugi to him, putting him in the perfect position to be kissed endlessly. “You’re right,” he added after a bit of that, “it is far more powerful in this body.”
“I liked to see you like that,” Yugi murmured, nuzzling a little more. “You’re always so…in control. Nothing can conquer you. But this time…”
“This time,” Yami finished with a smile, “I was under your control.”
“Not quite.” Yugi smiled bashfully. “But you gave yourself to me, in a way. That’s what I liked to see.”
The pharaoh kissed him deeply. “Yes,” he said when he broke away, “but I also took all the pleasure and left you wanting.”
Yugi rolled invitingly onto his back, feigning shock and dismay, his wide eyes fluttering half-closed. “Oh,” he gasped in false horror, “whatever shall we do about that?”
Yami laughed, a true, delighted laugh, and pushed himself up on his hands. Yugi grinned up at him, seeing him poised like that. “Well,” Yami purred, “first thing’s first. You, my love, are a mess.”
Yugi stretched languidly out, tucking one arm under his head. He had to push the Puzzle aside, as it had fallen almost completely around him and would not have been fun to lay on, but once it was out of the way, he brushed his hand across his bare stomach. “I don’t think I even need to ask what you’re going to do about it,” he said smartly.
Yami leaned down, brushing a kiss across his lips and then another to his chest. “It works out well. I want more than anything to taste you, to know what that’s like so the next time we meet inside the Puzzle, it will be a part of my memory.”
Yugi moaned softly as he watched the pharaoh move lower, kissing slowly down the center of his stomach to his abdomen, licking sensuously at the fluid splashed across his skin. “Yes, but that’s all you,” Yugi pointed out.
Yami licked his lips, intrigued by the taste, and a dangerous smile lit his eyes. “Not for long.”
Yugi sucked in his breath sharply, his body tensing, as his lover prowled onto hands and knees and descended over him, running his tongue the length of Yugi’s waiting erection. The feeling was glorious, a thousand times better than it had been inside the Puzzle. Yugi flung his arms out and arched up in search of more of that touch, and Yami willingly obliged him. He closed his lips around Yugi and suckled him gently, first licking away the mess left from his own climax, and then settling down to make him scream all on his own. He crawled over the bed and perched near the end so he could sit between Yugi’s legs, which spread to accommodate him, and indulge himself in the young one’s taste. While he suckled and stroked with his tongue, Yami ran a hand gently along Yugi’s thigh, having noted earlier that a feathery touch there would have him positively squealing with pleasure. And so it was; Yugi recoiled with a gasp, opening his legs even wider to invite the touch to roam the heated insides of his thighs. Yami touched and licked all he wanted, glad to find that all the old, familiar tricks he used in their mental playground were just as valid here. Everything he knew Yugi liked still made him shudder and tremble and let out tiny cries which he tried desperately to bite back. And now Yami had taste and smell to add to the moment, pausing now and then to take deep breaths that filled his senses with the hot, salty, summery scent of Yugi’s skin and arousal. He bent down and licked enticingly at the head while trailing his fingernails along the inside of Yugi’s thigh, and then lowered himself further to take Yugi as fully into his mouth as he could. Yugi’s whimpers turned to keening cries held between his lips and teeth, his body instinctively pushing back against the hot, wet mouth closed around him. Yami grabbed him around the hips and held him down, his tongue working faster in all the right places. He glanced up for a moment to regard Yugi, aroused all over again to see the youth stretched out beneath him, one arm over his head, the other flopped so he could rest the back of his hand on his forehead, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his lips glistening in the moonlight falling on them from above. Far from the simple boy whose life he had entered, Yami beheld him as a vision of pure beauty abandoned to pleasure, a young man whose naked body hid no secrets – he was exactly as Yami saw him, innocent and yearning and sexy and submissive and more. All Yugi wanted was to be exactly where he was right at that moment, no matter what kinds of strange and dangerous magical processes it took to make it happen. Smiling to himself, Yami descended upon him with a vengeance, desperate to bring him to climax in the same earth-shattering, ecstatic way he had done for his partner. He stroked with his lips and plunged down onto him, hearing Yugi’s breath and sounds of pleasure coming faster now. Circling his hand around Yugi, Yami jerked roughly in time with his lips and tongue, tasting the first sign of impending release very shortly after. Yugi clenched his jaw and pushed back against him, his hands groping blindly for the bedsheets or anything to grab onto. One yelp slipped past his restraint before he stifled himself, and Yami pushed him even faster in response. At last, the taste he longed to know spilled into his mouth, as Yugi bucked and came, his lithe body shaking with the intensity and the desperate need to keep from being too loud.
Yami let go and swept his hands soothingly along Yugi’s hips and stomach instead, as he remained poised to taste and swallow every last drop of Yugi’s essence. Yugi lay sprawled out and panting, struggling to open his eyes and watch Yami take care of this last, lingering matter. The pharaoh diligently cleaned him off and then lifted his head, sharing a smoldering look with his young love as they both relaxed and tried to catch their breath. At last, Yami crawled up alongside Yugi and took him into his arms, smiling to himself when the boy eagerly fell into him. “There,” Yami murmured, brushing his lips across Yugi’s temple. “Was that good?”
“Yami…” Yugi just clung to him, unable to think of anything to say that didn’t sound trite and cliché. He settled for burying his face in his lover’s neck and breathing deeply of his warmth and scent, content to feel strong arms around him. All Yugi had ever wanted was someone to hold on to, someone to protect and love him who could banish every fear and all darkness just by putting his arms around him. His dream was finally reality, and it took all of his strength of will not to burst into joyful tears right there. He figured Yami would not understand if he did, or think he did something wrong, and the last thing Yugi wanted was to worry his partner. He took a deep breath to calm himself and finally moved to press his lips weakly to Yami’s shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered between them.
Yami closed his eyes and bent his head over Yugi, letting him nestle his head in the crook of his neck. “With all my heart, I love you, Yugi,” he said in return.
Yugi suddenly lifted his head with a look of determination. “I want you to have me,” he said quietly, but firmly. “You’ll be my first and my last. My only.”
“Yugi…” Yami’s brows knit in concern. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I love you so much that I’ll never share my body with anyone else, ever.” He dropped his head again and shook it slowly, letting the tip of his nose and the dangling locks of hair beside his face tickle across Yami’s shoulder. “I don’t know what’ll happen after this day, what the rest of my life will bring, but I know that I love you and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Even if I can’t have you in this body ever again, you’re still my soulmate. This body is yours…your vessel, and now…”
“Oh, Yugi…” Yami hugged him securely and then brushed back the disheveled locks of hair from his face. “You shouldn’t make promises like that, when there’s so much of your life ahead of you. I won’t hold you back from having a real relationship…”
“This is a real relationship,” Yugi desperately insisted. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re my…my boyfriend, my lover.” He smiled a little, hearing those words coming from him for the first time. “As long as you’re with me, and we love each other, that’s all that matters.”
Yami studied him for a long time, searching his eyes, and finally nodded, his face becoming peaceful. “If that’s what you want. I won’t argue – in truth, I want that, too. Just remember, there is so much more of life you have yet to experience. I want to be there with you, but if someday I’m not…”
“Don’t even say that.” Yugi’s eyes saddened. “I don’t want to think about that. I know, in the back of my mind I’ve always known that that’s a possibility, but…no. Please, not now. Let’s pretend like we’re never going to die, like forever really means something.”
The pharaoh smiled tenderly. “But it does,” he said softly. “After all, here I am, five thousand years after I was born, lying here in your bed. I have faith, Yugi, that we will be joined forever. Long after both our bodies are gone.”
Trying once again to fight back tears, Yugi smiled in return and snuggled into his lover’s chest. “Then we better have fun with them while we have them.”
“I’m honored to be your first, and your only,” Yami gently assured. “I won’t push away your gift to me, Yugi. I will receive you, and I promise you myself in return.”
Yugi rolled onto his back, content to find his love rolling with him and bending to kiss him. “You’re not too tired?” he wondered.
Yami’s smile warmed into something much more sensual. “I have boundless energy,” he vowed. “After all, I only just woke up about…” He looked at the clock. “…an hour ago.”
“Okay, then.” Yugi settled back, shifting a little so he wasn’t so dangerously close to the edge of the bed, and smiled as he felt their legs entwine in such a way that allowed their bodies to touch teasingly. “I’m ready, too. Sleep can wait.”
Yami laughed a little as he stretched out half on top of him, arms around him, and kissed his neck. “By the time I’m through with you, you’ll sleep very well, I’m sure.”
“Oo…is that a promise?” Yugi purred.
The pharaoh chuckled deeply and answered him with a kiss, his hands sliding down along Yugi’s bare back to catch him up and pull him into his own body. Yugi draped his arms over Yami’s shoulders and arched up to meet him, still locked in the kiss. They writhed against each other in time with their kisses, a slow, tantalizing rhythm that so perfectly reawakened both of them to desire. Yami whispered soft kisses all the way along Yugi’s neck and chest, nibbling at his moist, salty skin until Yugi was moaning quietly in contentment. They paused to look heatedly into each other’s eyes, both eager and glad to know where this was going, before Yami turned tease and thrust gently against his young lover to show that he was nearly ready. Yugi’s arms tightened around his neck, and he gave a little gasp of delight. Yami picked him up with an arm under his back, supporting himself on his other hand, and began to ferociously kiss his neck, jawline, behind his ear, anywhere he could, keeping up the thrusting rhythm that left Yugi with his head thrown back in ecstasy, gasping for breath and moaning almost continuously. Even Yami groaned a little now and then as he pressed himself into Yugi, mindlessly seeking the friction that would make him even harder, already lost in the sparks of sensation that flew from the contact of their bodies and raced up his spine. Their desperate dance gradually slowed, as they tired and needed to breathe, without losing the thrill of the moment and their mutual arousal. Yugi lifted his head and peppered his lover’s cheeks and chin with tiny kisses as he laid back, settling happily into the bedsheets and twitching his hips just enough to wrest a heavy moan out of Yami. The pharaoh paused a moment, catching his breath, and then pushed himself up to reach onto the shelf set into the headboard of Yugi’s bed. Yugi tilted his head to watch, knowing what he was after. “Already?” he whispered breathlessly.
“I want to get you ready,” Yami explained, resuming his endless kisses even as he settled back down and ran his other hand up and down Yugi’s side. “After all…this is your real body. It’s not used to all the rigorous activity we’ve done inside the Puzzle.” He murmured along Yugi’s neck, where his breath fell hot on his skin. “Your sweet, virgin body…it’s going to be tight…”
If he wasn’t already fiercely aroused, that comment made against his neck would have done the trick in an instant. Yugi whined softly in anticipation, twitching his hips again to let his erection rub against Yami’s abdomen. “I can’t wait to have you inside me,” he whispered desperately, tightening his arms again and letting his fingertips trail down the pharaoh’s back.
Yami’s hand slid gracefully down along Yugi’s flank and around behind him, firmly clutching the curve of his ass and pulling him up into himself as they fell back into a series of deep, hot kisses, fully exploring each other’s mouths with insistent tongues. Yugi involuntarily raised his foot off the bed and wrapped one leg around Yami to keep them in contact, running his heel across the small of Yami’s back and over his ass. Any more would just be delaying the inevitable, so the pharaoh pulled back a little and lifted his head, smiling indulgently down at the wanton, eager look in Yugi’s wide, innocent eyes. Letting himself fall back onto one elbow, Yami switched the tube of lubricant from one hand to the other in order to give it a proper inspection before twisting off the cap and squeezing some out to test it. It was nice and slick and seemed odorless, unlike the exotic oils his mind preferred. He fascinated himself for a moment rubbing his fingers together until Yugi moaned again, diverting his attention. He had been watching intently, and the more he saw Yami coat his fingers with lube, the more he wanted those fingers inside him until he couldn’t contain it any longer. Noticing this, Yami gave him a cool, controlling smile and squeezed more onto his fingers, until he was satisfied that it would be enough. He dropped the tube beside the Puzzle and bent his head to kiss his young love softly on the cheek. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised in his most gracious purr. “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll go slower.”
“M’kay,” Yugi mumbled, not wanting to think about it hurting, even though the chance was very good. He had explored himself before, as any young boy would, but never quite like this. Fortunately, he was too hot and desperate to get nervous at this stage, and knew to let his knees fall open as far as he could make them go in order to give his lover plenty of room to work. Yami curled one arm under his shoulders, cradling him, as he reached down between Yugi’s legs, giving his erection just a glancing touch with his thumb to tease him before seeking out the opening and rubbing his slick fingers along the outside. Yugi’s mouth fell open with a yearning gasp, his hips moving toward the cool touch on his blazing hot skin. Yami stroked him gently, and then pressed one finger into him, smiling as he felt Yugi’s hand on the back of his neck tighten and watched him take a quick, sudden breath. Though they had done this rather often in their mental world, Yugi’s body had never been penetrated before, putting a new spin on what should have been a familiar sensation to him. Yami noticed just how tight he was, as he withdrew his finger partway and pushed in again, testing the resistance. Yugi had settled enough to accept it and just purred at the feeling, his free hand flopping back onto the bed and jostling the Puzzle beside him. A few long, gentle strokes and the pharaoh decided he could take two fingers, though Yugi reacted more sharply to them and jerked beneath him with a tiny whimper. “Careful,” he breathed.
“Did that hurt?” Yami wondered worriedly.
“A little.” A hazy smile crept over Yugi’s face. “But just for a second.”
Yami splayed his fingers and gingerly turned his wrist, so his two fingers were going in at a different angle, before stroking him once more. The gasp from Yugi this time was mere surprise and desire, not pain, as he found himself already growing used to the intrusion. He could handle discomfort, he even expected it. Yami let his reactions be his guide for how fast and how deep to penetrate, gradually pushing deeper, speeding up a little when Yugi’s body allowed him the room to do so. Yugi held on to him around the shoulders, every breath edged with a moan as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax so he could let the probing touch in. Eventually, Yami slowed his pace again and then withdrew, comforting Yugi from the sudden absence of his fingers by closing his hand around his erection and stroking him tenderly, keeping him from falling silent for even a moment. Yugi was about to begin begging when Yami’s lips caressed the side of his face and a voice that sent waves of heat through him sounded in his ear. “Are you ready for me, Yugi?”
“Please, yes,” Yugi whimpered, opening his eyes and regarding the pharaoh’s elegant eyes gazing back at him. “I need you. Please, now.”
“Shhh…” Yami enfolded him completely in his arms and kissed him sweetly. “There’s no need to rush. We have all night.”
Yugi moaned at his care, his tone, his heated body lying against him. “Yeah, but if you don’t hurry up I’m going to come before you even get inside me,” he murmured in concern.
Yami chuckled deeply. “Fair enough.” He groped beside Yugi and found the tube of lubricant right away, and then sat up just enough to be able to get use of both hands. “Then, would you like to help me?”
Yugi leaned up and shifted onto one elbow, taking the tube neatly from Yami’s hand with a smile. He squeezed a big dab onto his palm and set it aside, his attention turning immediately to the wine-dark erection jutting up from his partner’s lap as he sat beside him, legs curled underneath him. Yugi took a moment just to look, to enjoy, before curving his fingers gracefully around Yami and slathering him in lubricant. The pharaoh sat back on one hand, tilting his head upward and giving a soft, sexy moan of encouragement. The feel of a cool, moist hand delicately stroking his hot, hard flesh brought an indulgent smile to his lips, as he relished the mingled sensations. Yugi made sure to cover him thoroughly, teasing and tickling with his fingertips as he did so, likewise enjoying the contrast between his slick palm and the flushed, velvety skin stretched tight over his partner’s erection, thrilled to feel his pulse there. It was simply more proof that this was real, that Yami’s body was no illusion or memory. Then, Yami laid a hand over his and accompanied him, so that they were working together to prepare the pharaoh for this last step. It was Yami who finally guided the helping hand away, gently encouraging Yugi to lay back down so they could get started. Their eyes remained locked on each other as they moved into position, sharing a hungry, smoldering smile. Still holding Yugi’s hand in his, Yami knelt between his legs and pushed him down onto his back with no resistance. “Is this all right?” he murmured. “If I take you like this?”
“Mhm,” Yugi nodded. “I want to be able to see your face, and look in your eyes.”
Yami gave him a sweet, sentimental smile in response. “Good,” he purred, “that was my hope as well. But I didn’t want to make it more uncomfortable for you.”
Yugi picked up a foot and slid it over Yami’s hip, caressing him enticingly with his heel. “I’m tough, I can take it,” he assured with a grin.
The pharaoh nodded his agreement, running his hand up and down the leg draped over him. Yugi’s skin was so soft, blissfully so, he could hardly believe how wonderful this was all turning out. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, “and if you need me to change tactics…let me know.”
“Do whatever you want.” Yugi reached down between his legs to clasp Yami’s other hand, as it rested comfortingly on his abdomen. “I’m yours, head to toe, and I’m pretty sure I’ll like anything you do to me.”
“Yes, but this is a special time,” Yami reminded with an amused smile. “The only thing I want is to please you.”
Yugi smiled back dreamily. “Then you can’t really go wrong, can you?”
Picking up the hand that had reached for his, Yami kissed the backs of Yugi’s fingers, a pleased look gleaming in his violet eyes. He needed no more preface, deciding to stop hesitating and meet Yugi’s needs – and his own – regardless of the inner fear that doing so would hurt Yugi more than either of them anticipated. His hand on Yugi’s thigh traveled further down his leg, picking it up a little and moving it so Yugi’s foot draped over his shoulder. Bending to rest his hands on the bed pushed Yugi back, tilting his hips upward so that he would be in the perfect position to receive. Ready erection met moistened opening, and the smiles slid off both their faces as they found themselves about to cross the threshold, about to lose themselves in each other for good. A gentle, protective look came into Yami’s eyes as he brought one hand back to guide himself, placing his thumb just-so on his lover’s ass to pry him open just a little bit more to make entry as easy as possible. Yugi took a deep breath but still tensed instinctively, grabbing Yami’s arm and the blanket in expectation of the need to cling to something. Their eyes locked on each other’s faces as Yami pushed forward, meeting resistance, and the stare held unwavering until he made himself thrust hard, forcing his way in. Yugi gritted his teeth and swallowed his yelp, though his eyes went wide and a bead of sweat ran down his temple. It was too much, he wanted to say, but he didn’t. Fortunately, Yami was able to read him enough to pause and just rest there inside him, letting him adjust. His hand made soothing circles on his young love’s stomach, feeling the way his body heaved for breath beneath him. A worried look creased his brow. “Yugi…?”
“Just…give me a moment,” Yugi panted, closing his eyes. He thought he knew what this was supposed to feel like, from all the times they had done it in his mind, but it wasn’t as easy now. Maybe Yami was simply bigger than he expected. He mentally thanked himself for the lubricant, it was obviously the best idea man ever came up with right about now. Prying his eyes open, he looked up and caught his breath in a small “Ah!” of wonder. That was really Yami, there, above him, inside him. He had gone over the edge, he was sharing himself with his lover, and a sweet pang ached in his heart as he considered just how much he loved this person, this soul, who was finally able to have him like they both dreamed. He touched the hand caressing his stomach and flank. “It’s okay,” he reassured. “Just…go slow.” He swallowed hard. “It’s going to hurt for a bit, but it’ll get easier.”
The frown did not leave Yami’s face, hearing that. “Then, I should stop…”
“Don’t you dare.” Yugi’s hand tightened on his. “I want this. Yes, it hurts, but it feels good, too.” He closed his eyes and rested his head back with a sighing moan. “And I know what it’s going to feel like when you get going, like you always do…and you come inside me…”
The pharaoh couldn’t stop himself from letting out a similar moan of his own, his memory alive with a hundred blessed moments like this shared within the realm of the Puzzle. “All right, then,” he whispered, moving his hand to the bed beside Yugi’s hip and bracing himself to begin.
As he felt Yami slide back and then further in, Yugi lifted his hips, meeting the thrust halfway. It helped, though his body protested with a minor twinge of pain. Stronger than the pain was the delicious bliss of arousal, the tingling of excitement flooding through his body. As he promised, Yami went slowly, not pressing too deep, just rocking very gently forward and back to feel the impossibly tight grip of Yugi’s body around him. Every nerve was on fire, and every long thrust only made more needles of pleasure run along his hard length and all the way through him, hips and toes and shuddering back. He continued this way until Yugi’s reaction became less pronounced, until an expression of contentment returned to his face and he no longer winced with each push. At that, Yami paused again, and even while still inside him, helped him get his other foot over the other shoulder. Yugi twitched a little in discomfort, but then he found himself bent just right, Yami’s shoulders braced on his legs, his hips repositioned and his body spread just enough to be called perfect. A strange smile awakened on Yami’s lips, and he suddenly thrust harder, deeper, and Yugi couldn’t catch the cry that burst from him at the sensation that rocketed through his body. The pharaoh’s hands caught him around the hips, and he leaned forward, pressing Yugi’s knees back to his chest, until he could barely brush a kiss across his lips. Fear and tension gave way to immediate bliss, as Yugi looked up in mingled wonder and unabashed lust. This was so hot, being coupled like this, so in love and so desperate for Yami to bring him to release. Yugi clasped his partner by the wrists and laid his head back, ready to take anything he could give.
Bracing himself, Yami lowered his head and began a faster pace, feeling himself more able to slide back and forth now. Yugi whimpered a little with each breath, but it wasn’t pain that caused it now. He took it for some time with eyes closed, but eventually he opened them and smiled up at Yami, his lips barely parted for breath. Yami smiled back, and even laughed a little under his breath, remembering that he promised to look into Yugi’s eyes while they did this. He deepened his thrust now and again, pleased to see that it made his partner moan even louder and tilt his head back. Yugi was doing his best to watch, but there was so much to feel – Yami inside him, his weight and power on top of him, his own erection brushing against Yami’s stomach here and there – that he involuntarily closed his eyes at the peak of his most unrestrained moans. The pace sped up even more, and soon Yugi’s slender body gave its first jerk to warn of impending climax. He keened softly and clenched his hands tighter on his partner’s wrists, practically encouraging him to go faster. Sweat ran down Yami’s face and glistened on his back, but he didn’t give up, full to the brim with a million sensations and eager to feel them all, pushing harder into Yugi to try and bring them all to the breaking point that they both needed. Hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, or at least as close to them as Yugi could reach, and they both looked straight at each other with the knowledge that they were close. It would be very soon, after a long and wonderful climb. Bent beneath his partner’s weight, Yugi braced against him, trying to move his hips in time with the thrust to make the tip of his erection come into contact with Yami’s body. It was not easy, particularly when he kept losing all control of himself whenever Yami thrust deep and brushed against the sweet spot inside him that until now seemed only a rumor. Yugi’s mouth fell open, and though he did his best not to cry too loud, he gasped hard enough to make up for it, his gaze locked now on Yami’s mature, determined face. The pharaoh’s lips were parted as well, his breath coming in short grunts as he kept pushing, putting his whole effort into making them both come. His back trembled, his hands gripped the bedsheets, and then he felt it. Somewhere inside him, in a place that had no definition, the first electric sparks of orgasm threatened to break free. He looked down at Yugi, at the hazy violet eyes gazing back, the wetness of his lips, the beautiful curves of his body, and determined that he should feel it, too. He tensed his muscles to stave himself off, and pushed down to reach another kiss to Yugi’s lips. Easing back from it, he gave a few short, quick thrusts, and in moments, Yugi recoiled, a scream beginning to well up out of him. He closed his mouth firmly and bit his lip, but it was too late, he was coming, and coming hard. His eyes squeezed shut, and his hips bucked upwards to meet the unrelenting thrust. Yami could not hold himself back at the sight, he lost control and it allowed his own orgasm to pounce on him, raking down his length as he thrust a couple more times and then exploding through him. Even as he felt the heat of Yugi’s essence splashing onto his abdomen, the pharaoh’s body bent and shook, emptying fully into him. He threw his head back with a long groan, pushing himself as far forward as he could to let it all wash over him, to feel every last tingle to the very end. Yugi pushed back, braced against him until he began to come down, at which point he went limp with a huge gasp. His hands slid away from his lover’s shoulders, leaving a sweaty trail. Yami slumped over him, his weight falling onto his hands to keep from crushing Yugi beneath him. Lifting his head, he looked to see Yugi’s eyes swimming with emotion as he opened them, though he looked away instead of at his partner. Yami picked one hand up off the bed and brushed the disheveled locks of hair away from his young love’s cheek, only able to find the strength to whisper, “Yugi…”
Why he wanted to burst into tears, Yugi didn’t know, but he managed to restrain them for the most part, mainly due to complete exhaustion. He felt the touch on his face and turned his head toward it, still gasping for breath and unable to focus. After a moment or two, Yami moved to pull himself out while he still could, enabling Yugi to finally take his feet down and stretch back out normally. Yugi heaved a long sigh of relief at that, and turned towards the body falling heavily beside him on the bed. Without a word, the lovers wrapped their arms around each other, sinking into each other as they cooled and regained their wits. It was hard to tell which of them was more overwhelmed, it took a long time for either of them to be ready to speak. First, there were more kisses, now tender and light, barely brushing the surface of each other’s lips. Yugi laid his head back as Yami wanted to kiss his cheek, and breathed a soft sigh of contentment, almost ready to say something but realizing he lacked the words. Nothing he could possibly say at that moment would have conveyed what he was feeling, so he settled for turning his head and kissing Yami back, nuzzling his cheek instead when they both were too out of breath to keep kissing. Yami curled his arm around him to pull him closer, finding the Puzzle chain in his way and realizing that they had completely forgotten about its presence. At least, then, it had worked – they were able to make love with the Puzzle still around Yugi’s neck. He maneuvered around the chain and found a way to clasp Yugi to him, to cradle him lovingly in his arms and feel his warm cheek and hot breath against his neck and chest. There, in the space between, Yugi finally found something to say. He turned just enough to let his whisper be heard. “I love you…Yami.”
The pharaoh purred under his breath. “You are so beautiful, my love,” he said in return.
Yugi blinked his eyes open, though they were having trouble staying fully open. “Yours,” he murmured. “I’m yours, now.”
“You always were,” Yami said gently. “The only thing that’s different now is…you gave me your body from the outside.” He combed aside Yugi’s bangs and kissed his temple. “I feel so honored. I have always felt that a part of me simply took you, when first you set me free and I came to be within you. In this way, I didn’t have to take. You gave freely, of your own will. Thank you, Yugi.”
The moisture rushed to Yugi’s eyes again, forcing him to blink it away. “Freely and with all my heart,” he agreed. “And no one else will ever get to be this close to me.”
Yami was too tired to revisit that disagreement, so he simply murmured affirmation and kissed his lover’s temple again. Nothing else needed to be said, so they laid together for a while simply cooling off, finding a comfortable position in which to cuddle against each other. The Puzzle chain draped over Yugi’s shoulder and down his back, allowing him to lay chest-to-chest with Yami and enjoy the closeness, trailing feathery kisses across his face now and then whenever Yami kissed him first. Eventually, their bodies returned to a normal resting state and they discovered that it was getting colder in the room. Yugi trembling against his partner was the first real sign that they needed to decide what they were going to do about getting into bed and going to sleep. The pharaoh nuzzled him alert. “Shall we call it a night?”
Yugi blinked lazily. “I guess,” he sighed. “Are you tired?”
“Actually, yes.” Yami didn’t even lift his head, just turning it so he could smile at Yugi. “I seem to have worn this body out already. Sleep sounds good.”
“Mm…yes it does.” Yugi stretched back to look at the clock and groaned. “Yeah, if we want to get up and have plenty of the day left to do all the things we want to do, sleep is a very good idea.”
They laid together for another minute, after which Yami chuckled. “So?”
“I’m getting there.” Yugi shivered a little, and decided then to dig out the blankets from under them and crawl into bed. He found the lubricant while he was at it, and set it up on the shelf again. He was too tired to even go to the bathroom and clean off, finding that he didn’t mind the mess after it dried. He still felt full, from Yami, and didn’t want to lose the feeling if he didn’t have to otherwise. Tugging the blankets around them, he found the pharaoh there to help, tucking them both in. Yugi lifted his face and kissed him in gratitude. “Thank you,” he added in a whisper. “You…how do you feel?”
“I don’t have words for it,” Yami said softly. “It’s all too much…but it’s good. Ask me again when I can express myself,” he implored. “Right now I just want to feel it.”
Yugi nestled his head against his partner’s shoulder. “Me too,” he breathed. “Just hold me.”
“Always.” Yami settled himself to keep Yugi in his arms while they slept, offering his arm and shoulder as a pillow. Yugi slid a leg over the top of Yami’s, snuggling right up against him as they fell into a position they could keep most of the night. “Good thing, too,” the pharaoh added with a note of humor. “If either of us lets go, someone is going to fall out of this bed.”
“I don’t think I’ll be letting go,” Yugi purred, a smile returning to his lips as he closed his eyes. “I love feeling you here with me…feeling the shape of your body, in my arms. Feeling your breath on my face…” He did his best to stifle a naughty chuckle. “Feeling your cock against me as we lay here.”
Yami gave a quiet murmur to show he was thinking the same thing. “Don’t say cock, though.”
“Why not?”
“It just sounds so…vulgar.”
“Well, what else am I going to call it? The other terms are just as vulgar. Or clinical. That’s hardly romantic.” Yugi stroked his lover’s face with his fingertips. “What did they call it back in your day?”
“I don’t remember what they called it back in my day. Ask Shadi what the Egyptian word is.” Yami kissed Yugi’s forehead as he glanced away, thinking. “I’m sure there are terms in other languages that aren’t so crude. Aren’t there ancient texts with poetic terms? Like the Indian one?”
Yugi mumbled quietly. “Probably. I’m sure most of them translate to something roughly like ‘wand’ or ‘rod’ or something of that nature.” There was a long pause, and then Yugi began to giggle uncontrollably. Yami didn’t need to ask him why, for he immediately murmured, “Millennium Rod.”
“Yugi!” But then Yami started laughing, and couldn’t stop.
Every time both of them calmed down, Yugi would mumble “Millennium Rod” again and set them giggling all over again. After a good ten minutes of this, Yami squeezed him tightly and growled playfully in his ear. “Stop that, or we’re never going to get to sleep.”
“Sorry.” Yugi almost said it one more time, but knew his partner was right and they really needed to sleep. His body was begging for it anyway, as he was no longer able to open his eyes and a haze clouded his mind. Yami shifted, then, lying on his back and pulling Yugi up alongside him so he was laying half on top of him. A smile curved Yugi’s lips as he snuggled down into the warm embrace, falling asleep with the sound of Yami’s living heartbeat beneath his ear.