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Okay, here it is, the next chapter. Whoo-hoo! Okay. This chapter IS lemon. *snickers* I just hope my story doesn't get deleted because of it. *shudders* my precious reviews.....

*ahem* anyway, I hope  you enjoy this, though parts are kind of.....flowery cause I was high on a vanilla milkshake @_@

Also, major thanks to Vampire Huntress D for helping me out with this. *huggles* I NEEDED it.

Now, on with the story.

 

 

 

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

By: Dai-onna

 

 

 

He sighed a little as he felt the other's warm hands traveling down the expanse of his sides; stroking them gently. He felt a small shiver run through him as he stared up at the brunette boy fondly, loving the look of desire, and something else, in his eyes. He reached up, running his hand softly over the other's cheek, his fingertips lightly tracing the line of his high, elegant cheekbone. He cupped his hand around the taller boy's jaw, pulling him down to him so that their lips met in a slow, searing kiss.

He parted his lips eagerly for the other, his tongue darting out to meet Seto's, stroking it, twining around it, and sparring with it in a sensual duel that left them both in need of air. He moaned into the other's firm lips as he felt those hands on his side move lower, over his bare hips, caressing them lightly.

His own hands, which had twined themselves into the other's hair, moved down, wrapping themselves around the brunette's slender waist, and pulled him closer, their unclothed bodies brushing against on another, causing them both to moan in response. He panted for air when the other's lips left his, moving in a heated trail down his neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking on every exposed piece of skin he could find. Yami's eyes fell shut at the delicious feelings this provoked and he clung to the other, his fingers digging into his back deeply.

Seto hissed at the slight pain but didn't falter in his task, nearly devouring the pharaoh's skin as his hands held the other in place beneath him, their bodies pressed flush together, nothing separating them. The feeling of it was indescribable, as was the sight of the regal boy beneath him, his face flushed with passion, eyes clouded with need and desire, turning the crimson orbs nearly black in color. The boy was a breathtaking sight to behold and it was all he could do not to simply ravish him. True, that was in his plans of things to come, but he wanted to take his time with this. He had wanted it for so long....

His hungry mouth moved down over the pharaoh's supple chest; marveling in his soft, smooth skin that covered his entire luscious frame. He just couldn't get enough of him. He took delight in the other's gasp when he closed his mouth around one straining nipple, flicking his tongue over it lightly.

He brought his other hand up, toying with the neglected bud in kind; rolling it between his fingers and pinching at it lightly. He loved how responsive the other was to his touch and he rubbed their hips together, seeking to provide more friction.

Yami was going mad under the other's sensual assault and could barely manage to keep his thoughts intact. His hands were once again twined tightly in Seto's hair and he was clinging to it like an anchor as he arched his back to get more of that wonderful pleasure
A scream was torn from his throat when the brunette bit down on the straining bud, sending sharp licks of pain and pleasure shooting through his system. It was getting hard to remember how to breathe and all he could do was cling to the other, his nails biting painfully into the brunette's scalp. He was thrashing beneath the other, going mad from the pleasure he invoked, his body responding to every action as if he'd never been touched before.

He moaned softly when Seto's mouth left the taut peak, causing cool air to waft over it, tightening it further, licking and kissing a heated trail down his sternum, causing him to arch his body off the bed in response. His entire body was thrumming with pleasure and he wasn't sure how much more of this wonderful torture he could take.

"Seto...please! I need you so much." He gasped, his voice low and husky with desire.

Seto chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the other's skin, causing it to tingle, and flicked his tongue into the pharaoh's navel, tearing a gasp from his throat. He let his tongue tease the other, mimicking suggestive motions, wanting to drive the smaller boy mad with pleasure. His hands grasped the other's hips tightly, holding them still as his mouth descended lower, his tongue tracing a tantalizing trail over the boy's pelvic bone, feeling his slender body shuddering in anticipation of what was to come.

Slowly, tauntingly, he ran his tongue up the other boy's length, delighting in the keening moan that was torn from the other. He savored the flavors on his tongue as he licked the tip of the smaller boy's arousal, tasting the fluids that were beginning to gather there. Yami's body writhed and shuddered beneath his, his hips straining against his hands which were holding them in place. He chuckled softly, his warm breath wafting over the other, and closed his mouth around him, sucking lightly. Yami arched beneath his hands, obviously trying to get more of the wet heat encasing him. He tormented the other by ever so slowly taking more of his length into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch. It seemed to take forever until he had taken the pharaoh to the back of his throat, purring and swallowing around him.

Yami's hands were clenched tightly in the brunette's hair, his grip threatening to pull the satiny strands out as he clung desperately to him, his body painfully tense as his pleasure steadily rose. He was gasping in air, the precious oxygen ripped from his throat with every cry he emitted. His entire body was shuddering with  pleasure and just when he was certain that he was going to explode from it all, Seto's mouth left him, his body trapped on a painful plateau.

He mewled pitifully, looking up at the other with pleading eyes, begging for release. Seto chuckled softly, moving up to lean over him, flicking his tongue across the other's lips lightly. Yami growled at the teasing, still shaking slightly from his state of need.

Seto simply gave him an adoring look, bringing his fingers up to Yami's lips. The spirit blinked slightly for a moment before grinning, taking the other's long, elegant fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking on them purposefully as he coated them with his saliva.

Seto shivered a little at the sight of his beautiful rival nursing on his fingers that way and pulled them back when they were sufficiently slickened. Yami was looking up at him with darkened, lust filled eyes, begging him to finish this and give him what it was that they both yearned for. Nodding in compliance, he moved his hands between the pharaoh's spread legs, one delicate finger probing at the other's entrance. Yami tensed a little for a moment, and when he relaxed he pressed the digit into him, just a little at first to let him get used to it.

When he felt Yami buck slightly against his hand, he pressed his finger in deeper, hearing the other gasp softly at the intrusion. He leaned up over the other, murmuring soft compliments to him as well as promises of what was to come, smiling a little when he felt the form beneath him shiver in response. He gingerly slipped a second finger inside the other, thrusting lightly with them and making scissoring motions, carefully stretching him out.

Yami moaned as he felt Seto's long fingers deep inside of him, his inner walls molding to the digits. Delicious licks of pleasure flooded his body as he arched into the fingers, taking them as deep as he could. Feeling a third finger enter him; there was a bit of pain, but it was completely over washed by the pleasure of the other's actions. He wrapped his slender legs around the other's hips, pulling him closer, needing the other.

Seto gave him a tender kiss on the lips as he pulled his fingers back, causing Yami to shiver at the loss, and placed himself at his entrance, giving him a soft look before slowly pressing in.

Yami's head fell back and a moan was ripped from his throat as the other slowly filled him, his inner walls submitting to the other's length, and he had to shut his eyes at the enormity of it. If there was pain, he couldn't feel it; only the incredible rapture of having the other inside of him. He'd never felt so complete before and he didn't want this to end.

His legs tightened around the other as he tried to pull him even deeper into him, causing them both to moan in response.

Seto could barely believe the tight heat that enveloped him. It was hard to even remember that he needed to breathe, much less how to. He panted softly, holding himself up with straining arms, swallowing deeply. When he felt the other arch into him, his mind nearly left him completely. Taking a moment to control himself, he pulled back, nearly completely out of the other, before thrusting back in, filling him once again.

Yami cried out softly, arching off the bed as he felt the other moving inside of him. The sensations were indescribable and he clung tightly to the other's shoulders, feeling as if he might shatter into a million pieces if he let go. Having Seto inside of him was just too amazing for words and he wondered how he could go on without it. To be parted from the other was something that he didn't think he could bear. He dug his nails into the brunette's shoulders, holding him close.

Seto hissed a little at the biting pain in his shoulders, but paid it little heed, losing himself inside the heat of the other. All his thoughts and emotions seemed to have fled him, and he was now experiencing Yami's. He could no longer tell where he began and the other ended, completely lost in the beautiful rhapsody of their mating.

The room echoed with their moans and cries, the sounds melding in the otherwise silent void. When Yami finally came with keening cry, it was followed by Seto's release, both of them falling to the bed in a sated heap. The smaller boy curled up into the brunette's hold, both of them panting for breath, their minds reeling in a colorful haze, time having lost all meaning for both of them.

Yami propped himself up slightly when he finally had the strength and he ran a finger down the billionaire's cheek.

"Don't you see, Seto? I've always been here for you, and I always will be."

 

Seto's eyes fluttered open from the surreal haze he was experiencing and he blinked a little, trying to distinguish what was dream and what was reality. When the curtain of sleep finally lifted from his mind, he found himself alone in his bed, his body trembling from his reaction to the oh-so-real dream, and his sheets more than a little sticky.

He groaned a little at the mess, awkwardly pulling the soiled sheets from his bed and placing them in the hamper. He worked his way to the bathroom, using the wall as his guide, and turned the water on, moving under the spray to rinse the remains of his dream from his body, taking time to reflect on it.

In real life or fantasy, he had never felt anything quite like that before. It was terrifying and overwhelming, and it left him longing for these things he'd never known were possible to feel. He wondered how it was possible that in one day, the pharaoh had gone from being barely his friend, to having so much power over him, asleep or awake. It was unnerving.

 

In his own room, Yami was sitting in bed panting, shivering from the shared dream and the reaction he'd had to it. Swallowing deeply, he moved to get out of bed, grimacing when he remembered that he'd slept in his clothing and now noting the.....uncomfortable.... state of his pants. With a few muttered curses, he pulled the sticky leather off, heading for the bathroom.

 He thought about the dream while he awkwardly tried to clean his pants, that being the only thing he had to wear. He was beginning to worry about just how deep his feelings for the taller teen ran. The dream had been too realistic for comfort and his own words had left him slightly baffled.

'I've always been here for you, and I always will be.' The heartfelt words had been laced with devotion and, dare he think it, love. It left him slightly shaken, wondering if it were a reflection of his own feelings, or merely some delusion concocted by sexual frustration and the pizza he'd eaten the previous night.

He was beginning to wonder if staying here had been the best idea. As he had told the brunette, he was resourceful; surely he would have been capable of taking care of himself, right?

As soon as he thought it, he banished the notion from his mind, cursing himself for being thoughtless and cowardly. He was helping the other, taking care of him; something the young billionaire hadn't had much of in his life. Even if the resulting feelings he discovered were more than a little unsettling, he was still doing the right thing.

 Setting the scrubbed leather aside to dry, he took a shower; a cold shower since the images from his dream were still reeking havoc on his body. Though the frigid waters did little to douse his enflamed passions, it did managed to clear his mind slightly, helping him focus on putting his feelings for the other aside until he had a proper time to examine them.

He had to do what he could to help Seto, despite these awkward feelings that were plaguing him. Though, he supposed it would probably help if he didn't have the memory of the other's kisses fresh in his mind. As if the dream hadn't been bad enough, he could still feel the other's hands on his body, his mouth covering his, and the memory of it had him groaning softly. It was all starting to make him worry if he'd even be able to go the whole day without tackling the other somewhere and ravishing him. 

 He resisted the urge to bang his head against the tile wall, his over-active imagination seeking to torment him by providing him with images of doing just that. He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to touch himself, squeezing his eyes shut. He growled curses in Egyptian, praying to every god that he knew that the brunette was having just as hard a time as he was.

 

Seto stepped out of the shower about half an hour later, wrapping a towel around his hips as he dried his hair. He was about to brush it when it occurred to him that he wouldn't even be able to tell if he was doing it right or simply making himself look ridiculous. With a resigned sigh, he went back into his room, pulling on a pair of jeans, and grabbed the hairbrush, feeling incredibly foolish as he walked across the hall to knock on the other's door.

 

Yami had just gotten dressed again, and was stepping out of the bathroom, drying his own hair, when he heard the other knocking. His heart stuttered slightly in his chest and he swallowed deeply, setting aside the towel he was using and going to the door. He blinked slightly when he saw a shirtless, disheveled looking Seto standing there, looking somewhat close to pouting, and shirtless. He let the shirtless boy in, looking at him curiously.

"Seto, what is it?" He asked of the shirtless one, tilting his head to the side. The shirtless brunette simply held up a hairbrush, causing him to blink slightly in confusion. Did he mention he was shirtless?

After a moment of clueless blinking, Yami's brain finally decided to make a reappearance and he took in the other's matted hair, as well the embarrassed and helpless look on his face, and smiling slightly, urging the brunette to sit down on the bed.

He took the brush from the other, he stood behind the other and began to run the brush through the chestnut strands, gingerly working the tangles out of it, not wanting to hurt the other any. He had a hard time of it at first, the other's hair, still damp from the shower, not making it any easier. But soon he worked all the large tangles out and he could run the brush through the strands with little trouble.

Brushed straight down, he was surprised to find the brunette's hair was actually relatively long, and the ends of it tried to curl up around his narrowed face. The sight made Yami want to smile. It made the other look younger, more carefree than he did, and he took some time to simply brush the other's hair like that, before coaxing the unruly  strands into their usually immaculate style.

Even when the other's hair had been sufficiently brushed, he continued to run his fingers lightly through the strands, unable to help himself, just dried, the were so soft and silky that he just had to touch them. He was slightly surprised when the other leaned into his touch, purring softly. A small smile curved his lips and he continued to toy with the strands, twining them around his fingers slightly.

Seto closed his at the relaxing feel, nearly melting under the other's touches. He sighed softly, enjoying the peaceful moment until Yami finally pulled his fingers back. He suppressed his disappointment when the actions ceased, and stood up, noting the other had as well.

Yami resisted the urge to sigh, moving up from the bed, knowing that if he didn't stop then, he probably wouldn't stop at all. He gave the other a small smile, even though he couldn't see it, and placed the brush back in his hand wordlessly. He was caught off guard when the other approached him, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him to him.

The next thing that he knew, he was pressed up against the other, his hands splayed across the taller boy's broad chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath his hands, and the other's mouth was on his claiming it fiercely. His eyes went wide at the sudden attack, but he was helpless to do anything but moan against the other's lips, responding to them eagerly. He welcomed the brunette's tongue into his mouth, greeting it with his own as his hands roamed the other's bared chest, his fingers caressing everything they could find.

A part of him was screaming at him to stop this, to not let it go too far, but with Seto's mouth covering his so fiercely, it was hard to listen to anything but the voice of his hormones telling him to rip off what was left of the other's clothing and finish this. He wanted so badly to do just that.

Seto's arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him firmly against him so that there was no chance of escape, and to be perfectly honest, escape was the farthest thing from his mind. Their mouths were melding together furiously and their tongues twining as time seemed to be completely forgotten. Everything was forgotten except for the desire and need that they both felt consuming him. He ran his hands eagerly over the other's broad chest, feeling the moisture that still lingered there from his shower, and purred in appreciation, caressing the flesh and eliciting a quiet purr from the other.

He could feel Seto's hands working their way under his shirt and he shivered lightly, arching his back in response, feeling the other's cool hands against his heated skin. He was quickly losing himself to his rapidly growing desire and didn't know how much longer he was going to last.
Once again he was assaulted by the voice of reason in his head, telling him to stop, to pull back, but his desire shoved it aside, droning out everything but his need for the other boy.

Despite his mind's protests, Yami did nothing but moan softly as they fell back onto the bed.

 

~~Owari~~

 

Finally...took long enough, didn't it. Everyone be sure to review since I have to go to the dentist and have all the cavities on the left side of my mouth filled ;_;
NO, DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!