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I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

By Dai-onna (and Star-chan)

 

 

 

Yami and Seto sat on separate ends of the couch,  eating in silence. After Yami had ordered dinner a silence that was more than a little uncomfortable settled between them and neither of them knew quite what to do to alleviate it. On his own side of the couch, Yami sat with his feet tucked up underneath him, leaning against the arm, absently eating a slice of pepperoni pizza. The same slice that he had been nibbling at for the last ten minutes. He was barely aware of the flavor of the food, the tang of the spice on his tongue, since his mind was overwrought with frantic thoughts. Even now, over an hour after it had happened, he couldn't get the other's kiss out of his mind. No matter how hard he tried. Worse yet, he could almost swear that he could still feel the other's lips pressed gently against his own, no matter how brief the contact had been.

And it wasn't as though he had never been kissed before. True, it had been several millennia since the last time, but he couldn't remember it ever effecting him this much. Maybe it was the situation that was keeping him distracted. He'd been in relationships before, but there had never been complications involved. They had always been simply about physical gratification.  But with Seto... Yami was beginning to fear that he was developing some sort of feelings for the ailing brunette. But then, at the same time, he was afraid that whatever it was that he was feeling was just something temporary that was brought about by the sudden company of the other and the strenuous circumstances, and that, when this was all over, things would go back to the way that they had been and  he and Seto would both forget about that kiss. That one tender, sweet, heart-wrenching, mind-melting, unbearably short kiss. The thought made his heart lurch.

He barely managed to suppress a sigh and found his gaze wandering over to the brunette. The tall teen was reclined against the opposite couch arm, his long legs tucked up behind him, his bare feet peeking out. He was dutifully eating his pizza and Yami noted that the other didn't seem to be any more interested in it than he had. He studied the other's face at length, taking time to note every detail.

'By Ra....how is it that I never noticed how breathtaking he is?’ He wondered, staring at the other with something close to awe. His gaze roamed the other's face, coming to an abrupt halt on the other's lips when his tongue darted out to lick sauce from them. He felt his heart stutter in his chest, and his pants tighten, when he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to trace those lips with his own tongue, to slide it between them and taste him fully. His senses reeled at just the thought of it.

Seto sighed and cast aside the slice of pizza he held, having eaten as much as he could force into his stomach without getting sick.

He just couldn't seem to calm down enough to let himself enjoy the food and the peaceful silence. He couldn't get that kiss out of his mind and, worse yet; he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why he had done it in the first place. Yami's kind words had done an impeccable job of bringing down his defenses, and with him so close; the need to see him, to ascertain that he was really there, had just been too strong that he'd had to touch him. And when he'd felt that soft, silky smooth skin beneath his hand, his brain had shut down entirely, letting his instinct take over.

But the thought that his instincts had urged him to kiss Yami of all people bothered him greatly. But his instincts had been urging him to do a lot more than merely lock lips with the other boy. The second their mouths had met; a deep yearning had  begun to form in the pit of his stomach. It was dark, and raw, and powerful, and it had taken every ounce of strength he possessed to draw back from the other.

But now, that yearning hadn't lessened and it was beginning to frighten him a little. He was willing to admit that he'd always been a little fascinated with the other, though he'd  never suspected that such an interest would spurn a physical attraction to the dark spirit. He tried  to call an image of the other to his mind. He thought back to the first time he had seen him; though, at the time, he had thought it was Yugi. He had stood there, so proud, so confident in his abilities. It didn't matter to him that he was going up against the world champion. He treated the duel as if it were something that happened every day. He could remember the way the spirit's eyes had looked then, something between violet and crimson. They were so sharp and clear, expression everything without doubt. His pride, his courage, his faith in everything that he believed in.

It was easy to accept now that he'd never really stood a chance against the pharaoh. It was funny how that realization didn't bother him nearly as much as he'd expected.

He continued to study the other's features in his mind, slowly examining his own memories. The spirit truly was attractive, he conceded, with his youthful features and his ageless eyes. There was no denying the other boy's sensuality. He was beginning to wonder if there was no resisting it either.

He licked at his lips slightly, willing the taste of the other to still be there. He found himself craving it. But he was torn on what to do. Was he willing to risk what was left of his pride for another taste? To feel the other's slender form pressed up against his own? It was certainly tempting.
And what of Yami? How would he receive such an action? Would he accept it, as he had before; respond to it? Or would he push him away?"

'He said he didn't mind, but what did he mean by that? Did he enjoy it as I did; or did he simply not care one way or another'

He sighed once again. There were too many questions and he wasn't in the best frame of mind to deal with them. Perhaps, once he had a chance to sleep on it, he would be able to consider the matter more clearly.

Yami blinked a little, hearing the brunette sigh, but disregarded it. He shifted a little in his spot, stretching his back and neck, wincing as his joints cracked loudly, interrupting the silence. He finally stood, getting up from his position on the couch, yawning widely as he did. He blinked a little and turned to the other.

"It's getting pretty late, don't you think?" He asked, speaking to the other for the first time in a while.

Seto did his best to suppress as shiver as his heightened hearing picked up the sound of the other's voice. It was deep and rich with just the slightest edge to it. Coupled with the slight huskiness that he gained from being sleepy, it had quite a powerful effect. He choked back his reaction and nodded a little.

"Yes, it seems so." He murmured, getting to his feet.

Yami was about to say something when a thought occurred to him.
"Anou...Where am I going to sleep?" He asked, flushing slightly as random images of sharing a bed with the brunette filled his errant mind.

Seto blinked slightly at the question, not having given it thought until now.

"There's a guest bedroom across the hall from my own. You should be comfortable there." He told him. Yami nodded a little and thanked him.

Getting back upstairs was awkward and both of them were acutely aware of the tension as Yami guided him by the arm, the contact between them causing them both to tense. Yami didn't know what to do. He wanted to keep away from the other, knowing that touching him wasn't a wise idea, but he could hardly keep his promise to the brunette if he didn't. And Seto's well-being was what was most important right now. They were both silent until they had gotten back to the brunette's room and Seto gestured towards the guest room.

"Make yourself at home." he said awkwardly. Yami nodded a little in thanks, looking at the door, but not saying anything. His hands were tingling from where he had held the other's arm, and he was biting on his lip. His insides were beginning to go haywire and his thoughts were all conspiring against him. His desire for his beautiful rival seemed to be growing by the second, no matter how much he repeatedly told himself that it couldn't happen. That there could be no more contact between them then necessary. Those thoughts only seemed to make the need grow stronger.

'Dammit.....just one more taste..' He thought frantically, turning on the other and standing on his toes, framing the brunette’s face in his hands. The taller boy seemed to freeze, realizing his intentions, and there was a tense moment as Yami swallowed deeply before leaning up to claim the other's lips.
Then the tension was gone. Seto's arms came around Yami and pulled him closer as his lips began to move in response. Yami groaned a little, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. He felt Seto's tongue dart out over his lips and he parted them without thought, granting entrance to the other eagerly. Their mouths melded together and Yami felt an incredible heat wash through his body, causing every nerve in his body to become hyper sensitive. He could feel every inch of the other that was pressed against him, and every inch seem to drive him that much deeper into his passion. Air seemed to have been forgotten as neither wished to part.

Yami wasn't certain when it had happened, but he became suddenly aware of being pressed against the door to his room as the other leaned over him, Seto's mouth seeking to dominate his own.

Seto lost himself in the other, unable to believe the incredible things that the other was making him feel, merely by kissing him. He couldn't get enough of it. He pressed himself flush against the smaller boy, running a hand through his spiked hair, twining it around his fingers. His tongue swept through the other's mouth, tasting--experiencing--everything. The smaller boy tasted dark and rich and dangerous; everything that he'd imagined he'd taste like. It was something to savor, to treasure, and to lose himself in completely. He ran his hands over the boy's slender, leather incased thighs, his own legs on either side of them as he towered over the other boy.

He felt Yami moan into his mouth and managed to pull his away, gasping for air before moving his mouth in a heated trail over the other's jaw, kissing and nipping at the tender skin there. He could hear the small, throaty moans of the other boy, and feel his heated breath on his ear, causing a slight shiver to run through him.

Yami couldn't stop his body from shuddering against the taller boy and he clung helplessly to the material of his shirt as the other's mouth moved to his neck. He arched it instinctively in response, seeking to give him better access to the tender area. His mind was whirling and thinking clearly didn't seem to be a possibility at the moment. He was too caught up in the sensations that the other's mouth was provoking in him, as well as the feel of the firm expanse of the other's body pressed flush against his own. It had been too long. Far too long since he'd felt the touch of another and it had gone straight to his head. He also held no doubt that other boy, being who he was, played a large factor in his loss of sense. He couldn't ever remember responding so wholly, so helplessly, to anyone else before. And that thought was what worried him enough to pull away from the other's mouth.
"S-seto... we have to stop." He panted out, his voice husky with desire. It was hard, seeing the equal desire, need, reflected in the other's smokey eyes. He realized dimly that passion had changed them from a clear aquamarine to a deep gray, fogged with lust. The sight of it caused him to shiver a little.

At his words, Seto made a sound of protest, pulling him even more tightly against him.

"No, it's not enough." The taller boy grumbled against his ear before nibbling on it slightly. Yami gasped a little, panting for breath, and tried helplessly to push the other away.

"I know...That's why we have to stop." He groaned a little internally. He was having a hard time convincing himself, how the hell was he going to manage to convince the other?

Seto pulled back a little, blinking sightlessly at the other.

"You want to run that by me again?"

Yami sighed a little, still dazed, and moved out of the other's reach for a moment, hoping it would help clear his head.

"This is too much; too fast." He murmured, shaking his head slightly.
Seto frowned thoughtfully, slightly annoyed, and tried to regain rational thought.

"You enjoyed it as much as I did." Was all that he could think to say.  Yami bit his lip a little, trying not to think about that.

"Think about this Seto. Why do you even want me? You never have before." He pointed out, running a hand through his hair. "And I never found myself attracted to you like this before. We can't just rush into this."

Seto thought about this for a moment, realizing that the other had a point, and mulled over the situation.
Yami sighed a little, slightly relieved, slightly disappointed, and leaned against the wall.

"This is a complicated situation, and there is a good possibility that we're only drawn together because of it." He murmured, not liking the thought in the slightest. "It's not wise to rush things now only to find out it was a mistake later."

There was a long tenuous silence between them, neither quite knowing what to say at that moment, and then Seto finally sighed a little.

"And what if this isn't just the situation? I want you; badly." he said simply, not bothering with being embarrassed this time around.

Yami tried, rather unsuccessfully, to ward off the rush of sensations that the brunette's comment caused.

"I want you too." He murmured, almost shyly. "And...I guess we should just take this slow. If it turns out to be a mistake, then we can back off and there'll be no harm done. And if..." He swallowed a little. "And if it's not a mistake...then we'll see."

Another silence settled between them and Yami waited anxiously for a response from the other boy. He nearly sighed in relief when the brunette nodded slightly.

"I suppose you're right." He said thoughtfully. Yami had been so relieved that it took him a moment to notice that the other was nearing him again. He swallowed deeply when Seto was standing right in front of him, his large hand reaching out to find his cheek and cradle it slightly. The touch caused him to shiver a little.

This time, he offered no resistance as the other leaned down and kissed him; the contact a mere brush of lips, and he leaned up to respond in kind. He nearly whimpered in disappointment when the other pulled back from him, putting the width of the hall between them, standing next to his own bedroom door.
"Goodnight, Yami." He said softly.

Yami had to remind himself to breathe and nodded a little out of habit.

"Goodnight, Seto, sweet dreams."

The corner of the brunette's mouth curved up in a slight smile. The sight of it had Yami's breath catching in his throat.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, Yami." Seto said softly, before disappearing into his room. Yami sighed a little, leaning against the wall, trying to regain some of his sanity.

He shook his head a little and went into the guest room, not bothering to flick on the lights, and tossed his jacket onto the chair before flopping gracelessly onto the bed. He laid out on it, nearly dwarfed by the massive bed. He blinked a little and hmmed in delight at how soft it was. he couldn't remember being on such a comfy bed. It was covered in silky sheets and a plush comforter that just looked cozy and inviting. He smiled slightly and cuddled beneath the covers.

"Mmm, I guess being rich has its perks." He murmured sleepily.  He absently wondered if Seto's bed was just as comfy. The thought had him blinking a little and he realized that it was a dangerous way to think. Though, at the moment, he decided to indulge himself, picturing the lengthy brunette stretched out on his bed that was plenty big enough for two, stripped down to his boxers. The mental image was enough to have him sighing like a star-struck fangirl, something he would be mortified about if anyone ever heard him. He licked at his lips a little, imagining himself there with the other, curled up with him on that plush mattress, feeling the other's hands lazily roaming his back as he held him close to him. His own hand roaming over the bare expanse of the other's broad chest, feeling the smooth skin and the broad muscles that he knew were there.

The mental image had him moaning softly, the sound echoing slightly in the room, seemingly mocking him. he sighed a little and closed his eyes, laying back and letting his hair splay out on the pillows. Images of the other flitted through the welcoming darkness behind his eyelids, coaxing him into a tantalizing dream as he fell asleep, the other's name falling softly from his lips.

 

~Owari~

 

Okay, so this chapter was kinda short, but at least I got it out sooner than the others, right? ^^; Hopefully this makes up for the last chapter.

My computer time has been limited lately so I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter out. Hopefully it won't be too long.

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