Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh.

Okay, I know, I know, I’ve been AWOL for a while but ff.net’s new rule has pissed me off and I’ve been working on a lot of things. I apologize to those who’ve been waiting for me to get out the next chapter of The Best Laid Plans. I am continuing it but I’m not sure when I’ll get the next chapter done. I’ve been working on my web page a lot lately (the address is on my profile page) and you can find all my fics there, as well as other author’s, and my fan art. Anyway, this fic is a short piece of PWP to keep the mobs off my back.

Enjoy.

 

 

Chakra

By: Dai-onna

 

 

He moaned deeply as his lover's hands roamed slowly down over his body. Fire blazed, searing hot, through his body, making him feel as if he was about to explode. He could hear the other's rampant heartbeat as clearly as if it was his own, He latched his lips to the other's neck, the taste of salty, sweat-sheened skin assaulting his senses. He twined his hands in the other's mahogany-colored hair helplessly, wrapping the silken strands around his fingers, holding him close.

Writhing, he cried out as the other's exploring hand slipped over the front of his pants, stroking him through the confining material.

He growled and flipped them over so that he was atop the other boy. He settled himself over the other boy's hips, feeling the evidence of his desire pressed unabashedly against him. Purring, he ran his hands over the brunette's smooth torso, his fingers toying with the taut peaks there.

The other cried out needy; without words, pleading for more. He ground his hips firmly against the other boy's.

Delight filled him when the other's eyes opened wide, those passion-fogged blue orbs exposed to his view. He loved the other's eyes; how deep and clear they were normally and how dark and murky they got when passion took over.

One of his hands slipped, boldly down, beneath the barrier of the other's pants, to stroke him firmly, smiling smugly when the other cried out his name.

"Yami!" .....

.........

"Yami!!"

He groaned, shaking the wonderfully torturous dream from his mind as Yugi called out to him, shaking him. He blinked his eyes open, surrendering the rest of his fantasy to the back of mind and looked up at his light half curiously, and slightly irritated.

"What is it, Yugi?" He asked, masking his frustration. The smaller boy gave him a knowing look and he wondered just how much of his dream had he been reflecting while napping on the couch. He shifted and nearly winced as he realized just how affected by the dream he still was. It was all he could do not to blush.

Thankfully Yugi said nothing about his obvious state of arousal and instead tossed him a game cartridge. He caught it and blinked, staring down at it dumbly.

"Mokuba left it over here the other day," He explained. "I promised I'd return it to him but I have to work on my history project if I want it done by Monday." Yami gulped a little as he guessed what the other was about to ask of him. "I need you to take it over there for me."

Yami started to protest when Yugi turned his expression on full-pout. He sighed in resignation, knowing that there was no way that he could refuse.

"Let me take a shower first." Preferably, a cold one.

He dragged himself to the bathroom and carefully peeled of his clothes. He was still amazed by the effect the dream had on him. It wasn't the first dream like that that he's had, nor was it the first time he'd woken up in a painful or messy situation. They were all the same though and he would have thought that he would have gotten used to it by then. That the effect it had on him would have lessened.

It hadn't. Because the effect he had on him hadn't lessened either. Certainly not for the first time, he cursed Seto Kaiba for invading his life, his dreams, his heart, and not giving a damn.

With a sigh he turned on the shower, making sure that it was cool enough and stepping under it, letting the spray assault his fevered body.

Granted, he couldn't truthfully say that Kaiba didn't care, given that he had never actually told the other boy of his feelings, but still, it wasn't as if the brunette had made any sort of advances himself, or even attempted to be his friend.

He frowned as he realized that he was guilty of the same thing.

At least Kaiba has an excuse, he thought. I've just been a jerk intentionally.

He knew, from talking to Mokuba, and from his own observations, that the other boy had been a loner, his entire life, never having friends or anyone that he could trust and confide in, other than his brother, and didn't know how to deal with people other than in a business setting.

He, himself, hadn't actually encouraged the other to take the risk of being his friend, much less anything else.

He growled and slammed his fist into the cool porcelain tile of the shower wall, frustrated. How the hell was he supposed to convince the other boy to be his friend when, whenever he was around him, he was so turned on that he wanted to jump him and rip his clothes off?

With a frustrated sigh he realized that the cold shower had done very little to dim his desire for the other, He wrapped a towel loosely around his waist and strode into the bedroom, heading for the closet.

He pulled out a skin-tight black top that had no sleeves. He pulled the material on, satisfied when it melded to the muscles of his torso. Next he pulled out a pair of matching pants, the glossy material molding to his hips, thighs and calves. He pulled out  two belts, latching one around his waist and the other around his hips.
Even without moving, the pants were painfully tight on his crotch, but they were the only thing he had that could disguise his erection that wouldn't go away.

He went back into the bathroom, wincing as he walked. He dried his still-damp hair and brushed it until it was back in its normal style.

Finally satisfied with his appearance, he sucked up the pain and grabbed the game, leaving the house.

 

He took a steadying breath and knocked on the door of the elaborate mansion, trying to control his mutinous hormones. The mansion was easily five times the size of the game shop and Yami wondered how two people, aside from servants and the like, could live in such a huge place by themselves and not be terribly lonely and lost.

The door opened and to his surprise, and immediate excitement, he was faced with not one of the servants or Mokuba, but Seto Kaiba himself, the latter looking much the worse for wear.

His desire went on back burner when he noticed the other's haggard features and the dark circles under his eyes. He just stared at the other, blinking stupidly, before he shook off his stupor. He held up the cartridge for the other's inspection.

"Mokuba left this at the shop, Yugi wanted me to return it." He said, his voice amazingly cool.

To his surprise, Seto nodded a little, saying nothing, and stepped out of the way, letting him inside. Seto took the game from him and when their fingers brushed Yami felt a quick kick of lust in his gut.

He went against his better judgment and followed the other into the house, marveling at how it looked even larger inside. How did they not get lost in this place?

"Mokuba isn't here. He's spending the night at a friend's house."

Yami jolted when he heard the other's voice, how quiet and tired it was. He was instantly concerned and moved up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?"

To his surprise the other nearly jolted out of his skin. As it was he backed up almost three feet.

"I-I'm fine." He said, stuttering a little. Yami narrowed his gaze and moved closer to him, once again placing a hand on his shoulder and feeling the tense, bunched muscles beneath. He gave the other a stern look.

"Fine, right. You're so tense that you might snap at any moment." He reprimanded. The brunette shrugged his hand off and moved away from him.

"I said I'm fine. It isn't your concern anyway." He snapped. Yami felt himself growing irritated, as well as more aroused, and decided to try a different tactic. He moved over to the couch and sat down, watching the other thoughtfully before patting the space on the couch next to him.

"Well I am concerned." He said simply.

Kaiba watched him warily for a moment, searching for some sort of hidden motive, but eventually Yami's ingenuous expression won out and he moved over, sitting down next to him.

"I've just been working too hard." he said, his voice defeated. Yami had to fight the urge to reach out and stroke his hair in a soothing manner. As it was he softened his expression and smiled at him slightly.

"The last I heard, business hours were regulated. I should hope that the rest of your employees aren't as worn out as you." He joked a little. To his amazement, a small smile formed at the corners of the other's lips and he was certain that he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

"My work is my life, and as such, it follows me home." Yami noted the slightly angry note in the other's voice.

"Why do you let it take control of you so, when there are so much more important things to do with your life." He asked, forgetting himself for a moment. He saw a wealth of emotions flicker through the other's eyes, the first being shock, as if such an idea was so ridiculous that it had never even been given thought. Knowing what he did about Kaiba's past, and the way that he'd been raised, he was entirely surprised by that, but the emotion was followed up by longing, resignation and sorrow, something that he found hurt him nearly as much as it did the brunette.

He was disappointed when the other boy shook his head, dismissing the question, and looked away.

Yami just sat there a moment beside him, quiet, before finally taking the other by the arm and pulling him down so that his head rested on Yami's thighs, carefully away from his restrained desire. Seto looked up at him, confused, but didn't protest or pull away.

Yami noted this with more than a little relief and brought his hands to the other's face. Seto flinched when he pressed his thumbs on the ridges beneath each of his eyes but didn't say anything. He held his thumbs still for a minute before moving them in small, slow circles, applying little pressure. Seto hummed a little in surprise but his eyes slid shut. Yami watched, entranced, at the slightly blissful expression that came over the other's face as he gently massaged the pressure points beneath his eyes, forcing his mind to relax. He continued this for a few minutes before, steeling himself, he moved his hands over the brunette's face, down to his neck. He let his fingers prod gently at the indentions in the other's neck, just beneath his ears. He heard the other gasp a little in surprise. He turned Seto's head a little to the right so that he was looking down at the left side of his neck and swept his hand along the side in a downward motion, all the way down to his collarbone. He kept this going for a while before turning to the  right side, sweeping upward, increasing the other's circulation. He could hear the moans coming reluctantly from the other's lips and they turned him on more than he'd ever imagined but he kept focused on the brunette. He kept up his pattern, switching sides every now and then until he felt that the other had relaxed considerably. He took a deep breath.

"Alright Seto, strip down." He said the words softly, barely a whisper, but they caused the other's eyes to jolt open and him to tense slightly again. Yami gave him what he hoped was a convincingly innocent smile.

"I can hardly give you a decent massage with all those clothes in the way, now can I?" He held his breath as he waited for the other's reaction.

Seto gave no sign as to whether he believed him or not but he was too tired to argue with him and sat up, pulling off his shirt. Yami watched, frozen, as he stared at the other's finely toned chest and his mouth went dry. He forced himself to tear his gaze away when the other removed his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

He stood, moving off the couch and motioned for the other to lay out on his back. He startled them both by straddling Seto's waist. His arousal was apparent then, he was certain of it, but the other gave no sign of even noticing it. He took this as encouragement and grabbed the other's wrists, placing them above his head, his arms stretched out. He placed one thumb on the inside of each wrist bone, feeling for the small grove where the arm met the hand, and pressed against it and massaged slightly for a few seconds before releasing. He repeated this, pleased when he heard the other moan, his warm breath expelled against his chest.

Seto's eyes were half lidded now and fogged, a lightheaded look to them. He smiled a little and massaged down his arms before moving off of him.

"Turn over." He commanded softly, noting that his voice was strained. The other boy blinked up at him a little, a slightly confused look in his blue eyes, and complied, rolling onto his stomach and pillowing his head on his arms.

Yami moved back to the couch, this time settling over the other's thighs. He ran his hands lightly over the boy's shoulders, feeling the stored tension there, but ignored them and moved his hands down to the base of his spine, pushing the band of his boxer's down a little. He loved the feel of the other's skin beneath his hands and couldn't get enough of it. He could feel the other jolt in surprise and was glad when he didn't move. He set his wrist down on his back as an anchor and began sweeping the side of his hand along the bone at the bottom of his spine. He did it softly at first but slowly increased the pressure, feeling the tension begin to drain from the spot. He leaned up over the other's back and moved in until his mouth was only inches from the other's ear.

"How deep do you want me to go?" He asked, referring to the pressure of his hand but delighting in the shiver that ran through the other boy at the double meaning. A low moan was the only answer he got and he pulled back, pressing his hand harder against the other's back as he stroked.

On impulse, he raked his nails along the sensitive area and heard the other hiss in response, his body shaking slightly. He could see by the other's posture that his tension had all but dissipated.

Deciding to take his chances, he turned Seto over, seeing the other's face flushed and his eyes alight with passion. He moved his hands slowly to the waistband of the other's boxers, waiting to see what would happen. When he offered no protest, Yami moved back and pulled the garment off in one solid stroke. Seto shivered a little when the cool air of the room hit his skin.

Yami's eyes when dark with hunger when he saw that the other was as turned on as he and leaned up, kissing him deeply.

For a moment the other's lips remained still under his and for a moment he feared that maybe he'd made a mistake but then hands came up and fisted in his hair, holding him in place and Seto's mouth moved firmly beneath his in a bruising contact. Yami moaned and parted his lips, granting the other entrance that was quickly taken. Seto's skilled tongue plundered his mouth ruthlessly and he shivered a little as it stroked his own. He ran his hands down over the other's chest, his blunt nails raking the skin, and pulled back reluctantly, finding himself staring into blazing, fire-blue eyes. His breath caught in his throat and it was a moment before he could move down, his hands running slowly down the other's abdomen and, avoiding his prominent desire, over his thighs. He heard the other moan a little and leaned down, pressing his lips to the spot just below the other's navel. He trailed his mouth down from there, retracing his hands path, avoiding his erection, and grazing his teeth lightly over his thighs.

"Yami..." Seto hissed, his voice laced with desire and need. Yami fought back the urge to smirk and continued the assault with his hands and mouth, the only thing making contact with the other's arousal being his hair which only served to increase his need.

His hands ran up the insides of the brunette's thighs and one slipped beneath him, stroking the spot just below the hidden orifice there. Seto's hips bucked and he cried out a little as Yami rubbed the spot. Yami licked his lips at the delicious sound and it wasn't long before Seto was practically quivering, panting with need.

Moving up, he kissed him once again, running his tongue teasingly over his lips. The other growled slightly and reached for him but he pulled back. With a cheshire grin, grabbed the other lightly, running his fingers along the length of him. His reaction was immediate and violent. He cried out sharply and thrashed beneath him, biting his lip. Yami gripped him a little harder, letting his thumb rub over the tip of him before moving down and replacing his hand with his mouth. He took the length past his lips, a little at a time, running his tongue along the under side of it while his hands stroked the other's thighs. Seto's hands buried themselves in his hair and he took the other to the back of his throat. He had to hold the brunette's hips down to keep them from bucking, which would probably cause him to choke. He sucked at the other hard, occasionally grazing his blunt teeth along him, causing him to moan and cry out.

When the other's body began to tense beneath his, he pulled back, and peeled off his own clothing, moving at a maddeningly slow pace until there was nothing left separating them. He straddled Seto's waist and leaned down, brushing his lips over his face; his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, and finally over his lips. He reached behind him, grabbing the other's saliva slickened erection and positioned it, pushing back against it, taking the tip into him. He hissed at the initial pain, and looked down at Seto who he discovered was watching him intently. For a moment he forgot about the pain as he lost himself in the other's gaze.

Slowly he continued to press back, taking more into him, feeling his body reluctantly concede to the intrusion, the pain burning through him, but he didn't care. He'd wanted this so badly for so long that he would tolerate any pain to see it through.

Still, he couldn't help the little pained whimpers that escaped him, nor the tears that formed in his eyes, leaking down his cheeks. Seto brought his hands up to brush away the crystalline rivulets and kissed him softly, his lips moving over his in whisper-soft motions.
When he was finally seated on the other, he waited, the discomfort gradually fading, giving way to the incredible fullness that he felt having the other inside of him, the connection that they now, for this moment at least, shared. He instinctively rocked his hips against Seto's, causing them both to moan out at the feeling and leaned over him, splaying his hands out on the brunette's firm chest, his unsteady arms holding him up.
Seto's hands were instantly at his hips, guiding him into a rhythm, causing him to take him deeper so that the other brushed against a cluster of nerves, sending sparks through his body and causing light to explode behind his eyes. He thought that he might die from that feeling alone. He began taking the other harder, slamming his hips back against him, in a frenzied passion that stripped all thought from his mind and had him acting purely on instinct.

He gasped when Seto reached between them, his hand closing around him, and began to stroke him in time with their thrusts. The increased sensation it caused had his entire body pulsating until he erupted, spasming around his lover, collapsing against him as the energy drained completely from his body, leaving him spent.

He moaned as he felt the other release inside of him, spurned on by his own climax. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and he vaguely realized that it wasn't just his, but Seto's as well, the two beating in time.

He barely noticed it as the other's arms came around him, holding him close, and sighed a little, cuddling against the other's chest, drifting between sleep and awareness. He looked up at the other boy to see him watching him with a mix of awe, lust and something akin to love. The look was more than he'd ever dared dream and he leaned up, kissing the other soundly in a silent declaration of his feelings. When he pulled away he saw startling tears welling in his blue eyes and kissed them away before settling his head on the other's broad shoulder, taking in his scent as he drifted to sleep, completely content.

 

~~Owari~~

 

Yes kiddies, that is what happens when Dai-onna reads Cosmopolitan.