Well, you guys asked for it, so you got
it. A sequel to Mistletoe,
and a lemon to boot. It could
probably also be considered as your basic PWP fic.
*slaps hand to her forehead and shakes
her head* What
was I thinking?
Okay, just to warn you, I’ve never
written an all-out lemon before. Well, at
least not one that I’d willingly let anybody read, short of threat of torture
or death, so if it completely sucks…well…tough luck. You DID ask for this. ^_~
And incidentally, this IS extremely
graphic. Oy vey. When I write something, I don’t stop at
halves, do I? -_-; So no little kiddies
reading this please. Not that I could
stop you. Oh well, it’s your minds. *shrugs*
Disclaimers: I don’t own YuGiOh. But I do own a deck of dueling cards that I
have absolutely no idea how to play with.
Does that count? ^_^;
Two Are Better Than One
by Quickening
Fifteen-year-old
Téa Gardner stepped off the train with
a sigh of relief, glad to be back in
She hoisted her smaller bag over one
shoulder and picked up the larger duffle with her other hand, looking around
for the nearest bus. Unfortunately, the
one she needed to get to her section of the city hadn’t arrived yet, which
probably meant a long wait sitting on a frigid bench in the rather chilly
weather. Wonderful. She grimaced with displeasure—at times like
this, she really despised traveling
on her own—and contemplated taking a taxi for a moment, before remembering that
she was down to a piddling amount of money.
She doubted she had enough to even make a phone call, much less cover
cab fare, and she sighed in defeat as she trudged over to the bench beside her
bus stop. She didn’t like waiting on her
own at the station; too many unpleasant people were around, and the darker it
got the more unpleasant they became.
She wondered if she should have
called ahead from her relatives’ house and asked someone to meet her at the
station. Her mother was working, of
course, but one of her friends could have come.
At least she would have company. I should have called Yugi, she thought
regretfully. He would’ve come gladly, I’ll bet.
Thoughts of her long-time friend
caused a faint blush to rise in her cheeks.
She hadn’t seen him since that
day, the day when he—or rather, the Spirit, Yami—had come over to help her make
cookies. She could still remember the
way Yami had kissed her, revealing to her so much longing and passion that it still took her breath away. She wondered what she’d do or say when she
saw him again. Or Yugi, for that
matter. What would she say to Yugi? Surely, he
knew everything that had gone on that day, as well. She swallowed nervously. Did it bother him? She knew she cared for him as much as the Spirit—she dared to say she even loved them—but she was
still uncertain as to his feelings for her.
Sure, Yami loved her, but he and Yugi were still two separate souls that
just happened to share the same body, so she couldn’t vouch for Yugi’s opinion
on the matter. Yami had assured her that
Yugi was one hundred percent thrilled at the prospect of them getting together,
but she realized that until the smaller boy told her so himself, she’d always
feel a little uneasy allowing herself to be close to the Spirit.
It was a confusing triangle,
anyway. Two bodies, three separate
souls. Two of those souls shared one body…or…were
they really the same soul split in half or something? Either way, Téa had to wonder; did the fact
that there were technically two souls in Yugi’s body make it like there were
two separate people, or would they still count as one since there was only one
body? If not…wouldn’t that make getting
into a relationship with either of them seem somewhat like a…threesome?
She could feel her face turn crimson
at the thought. Gaah! You pervert! she scolded herself, shaking her head violently…although that
failed to rid her of the image of herself being intimately embraced by two
less-than-clothed Yugis. Her heart quickened at the thought, and she
groaned in defeat and buried her face in her hands. “I’ve gotta cut
back on those romance novels,” she muttered, smiling wryly as she shook her
head.
The station was emptying out, and
still her bus didn’t come. She frowned
irritably and slumped against the bench, drawing her coat more tightly around
her for warmth. Her hands were cold, so
she shoved them into her pockets, fingering the bus pass she’d tucked into the
left one, to make sure it was still there.
She then tucked up her legs onto the bench so her long coat could better
cover them. She was wearing knit pants,
luckily, so at least she wasn’t completely freezing. But she was
bored. And tired. That trip had taken most of the day, and
traveling always took a lot out of her to begin with; she could feel sleep
catching up with her. She was never able
to sleep well on the train, especially when she ended up sitting near a family
with noisy children as she’d done today.
Well, maybe a short rest wouldn’t hurt, she
mused, at least until her bus arrived, which would probably be any minute
now. It wasn’t so cold that she was in
any danger of completely freezing, and she supposed she wouldn’t be attacked
until her ride showed up.
With that reasoning in mind, Téa
stretched out across the bench, using her shoulder pack as a pillow, and
allowed herself to drift.
* * * * *
She was awakened by a soft, warm
pressure against her cheek, and the feel of gentle fingers stroking through her
hair. She frowned for a moment, trying
to get her bearings, and her eyes snapped open as she suddenly remembered where
she was. There was a warm presence at
her side, and the hand in her hair had moved to cup her cheek, stroking it
softly. She turned panicked eyes to the
stranger, her entire body tensing to flee or fight, and met the soft-violet
gaze of a dearly familiar face.
“Yugi!” she stammered in surprise,
feeling her cheeks flush slightly at the sight of him. “Wh-what’re you doing here?”
Her brow furrowed as she looked around; it was still light out, so it
couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes or so that she’d been out. “How’d you know I was here?” she asked
curiously.
“Your mother called and told me you
were coming home today, and asked if I could meet you here since she had to
work,” he replied with a smile. “So…here
I am! Sorry I’m late, though. I had trouble finding a taxi.”
“Oh, Yugi. Thank you,” she murmured, sitting up beside
him and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
She yawned and stretched, unaware of Yugi’s appreciative gaze lingering
on her lithe body as she raised stiff arms over her head. “I was just waiting for the bus to come,” she
added, running her fingers self-consciously though her mussed hair. “I guess I was more tired than I
thought. I wasn’t planning on actually
falling asleep out here.” She laughed sheepishly.
“It’s probably running late. Otherwise it probably would have come by
now,” Yugi replied. “That’s okay,
though. I kept the taxi waiting, so we
can ride back in that.”
“Oh, but I’m out of money at the
moment. I couldn’t pay you back,” she
protested.
He laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad to pay for it,” he assured her,
standing up and picking up her duffle.
She wondered if the huge bag would be too much for him—it nearly came to
his hip, after all, and was rather heavy—but he lifted it easily and smiled up
at her. “Well, let’s go,” he said,
holding out his hand. She smiled back
and took it rather shyly, blushing a little when he laced his fingers with
hers. She’d never really “held hands”
with him before. Not like this, at
least. It was…nice. She stood and swung her bag over her shoulder
again, allowing him to lead her to the waiting cab.
* * * * *
“Did you enjoy your vacation?” he
asked once they were seated comfortably in the heated cab.
“Yeah, it was fun,” Téa
replied. “Of course,” she added
laughingly, “after three days spent with my little cousins, I was ready to come
home. But it was nice to see them all
again, since they live so far away and all.”
“I missed you when you were gone,”
Yugi shyly admitted. “You’d left so
suddenly…”
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “We got tickets in the mail and a letter from
my aunt, inviting us over to her house for Christmas, but they arrived only a
day before we were supposed to leave to go there. My mom couldn’t go because of work, but she
said that I should since it’s been a few years since I saw them last. I didn’t want to leave her all alone for
Christmas, but she insisted. She did
drive down to visit for two days over Christmas but then she had to go back
again. It was all so sudden that I
barely had time to pack.” She shook her
head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye
to you in person, Yugi. I called the
shop but you were out with Joey and Tristan.
Your grandfather took the message for me.”
“Yeah, he gave it to me,” Yugi
assured her. “Don’t worry, I’m not upset
that you left. It’s just that…” Here he stopped abruptly, uncertain that he
wanted to continue.
“Wanted to what?” she pressed
curiously.
“Well…” A faint flush tinged his cheeks. “I’d kind of been looking forward to spending
a little time over Christmas with you,” he replied shyly. “You know…just the two of us.” A whisper of protest from within his mind
made him grin. “Or…well…the three of us, I guess.” His smile was wry, and she had to laugh a
little.
The cab pulled over to the side of
the road, right in front of Téa’s house, thus ending the conversation. The two got out of the car, and Yugi handed
the cabbie a wad of bills. Téa winced at
how much he’d given him, determining to herself to pay him back soon, despite
his protests. They picked up her bags
and walked into the house, and she sighed with relief, glad to finally be
home. Her mother wasn’t there, but that
wasn’t unusual. It was only
“Like something to drink?” she
offered, setting her bag down by the stairs and heading to the kitchen. “Or I think I still have some of those
cookies left,” she added, casting a sly look over her shoulder at Yugi, who
immediately brightened. She laughed at
the expression, like a kid who’d just gotten a late, unexpected Christmas
present, and opened the pantry to pull out the neatly-wrapped plate.
“Are you sure you don’t want to
sleep or something?” Yugi asked her worriedly.
“If you’re that tired, I should let you rest.”
“No, that short nap was actually
refreshing,” she replied with a grin.
“I’m wide awake now.” Of course,
she couldn’t bring herself to admit that his presence was all she needed to
drive all thoughts of sleep from her mind.
She poured glasses of milk for each of them, grabbed some napkins and
the plate of cookies, and motioned for him to follow her into the living
room. “Watch some TV?” she offered. “There are probably still some Christmas
specials on or something.” He shrugged
his agreement and she flipped on the television, turning stations until she
found something that might interest him—a duel tournament being
televised—before settling back on the couch with milk and cookie in hand. Yugi did the same, just like always when the
two friends hung out. It was a familiar
and comfortable routine.
Only it seemed different this
time. At least to Téa it did. Her mind was filled with questions, which
demanded answers that she was too shy to ask for. Yugi seemed perfectly at ease, blissfully
munching on one of her…their…cookies as he gazed at the television, but she
couldn’t help but wonder…
“Téa, is something wrong?”
The question was so sudden that it
startled her into nearly spilling her milk.
She blinked at him through large eyes and attempted to look
innocent. “No, why do you ask?” she
replied guilelessly.
“Because you’ve been staring at me
instead of the television for the past five minutes,” he stated dryly, turning
to meet her gaze. His eyes were
soft. “What’s the matter?”
“Oh…well…” She squirmed, making a big show of carefully
setting down her milk before she did
spill it. Yugi was just too perceptive
for his own good, sometimes. “I was
just…um…” She took a deep breath. Come
on, buck up, girl! It’s just Yugi, for
pity’s sake! The guy you’ve known
since…since forever! Your best friend! She didn’t understand why she was suddenly so
nervous. How could she be afraid to face
a little pipsqueak like him, anyway? He
barely reached her chin, and he was younger than her by two months. His baby-face made him look even younger, so
how could she be intimidated? Aside from
the fact that Yami was probably listening in…
“I’m not going to bite, Téa. It’s just me,” Yugi assured her, his voice
filled with amusement.
She huffed a short laugh. “I know…but…it’s kind of embarrassing,” she
admitted. “I was just…that is…” She took a deep breath and decided to just
blurt it out.
“DoyouknowwhathappenedbetweenYamiandIlastweekanddoesitbotheryouatall?”
Yugi blinked at her in utter
confusion. “Would you mind repeating
that?” he asked. “Perhaps a little
slower this time? My ears can’t quite
keep up.” He winked to show her he was
only teasing, and she relaxed. Slightly.
“Do you know what happened the last
time we…erm…that is, Yami and I were together?” she
questioned uncertainly.
His expression cleared instantly,
and a bright smile lit his face. “Oh, is
that all?” he replied. “Yeah, I know
about it.” He looked a little smug at
that, remembering his role in their special moment.
Téa bit her lip nervously. “Does it…um…”
She sighed and shifted a little.
“Does it bother you that I…that we…um…”
“No.” His gaze was sincere, as was that simple
word, and he shook his head. “Téa, I
knew about it from the moment it happened, and I don’t mind at all,” he assured
her. He raised a hand to touch her face
softly. “I…when Yami kissed you…I could
feel it, too,” he admitted. “I was right
there, sharing the moment with you both.”
Her cheeks were turning red again,
much to her irritation. “I…I thought you
might be,” she admitted shyly. “I could
sense your presence, or something, but I wasn’t sure.”
His smile was gentle. “It was kind of you to think of me, when you
drew back,” he told her. “I’m glad to
know you care enough to resist Yami’s advances.
Although, they were sort of mine, as well. I wanted it as much as he did.”
She blinked. “Y-you did?”
Yugi nodded. “I heard you say how much you care about
me. The thing is, I feel the same way
about you,” he replied quietly. “I care
about you very much, and I have for a very long time. I never really had the courage to tell you
that, though. I wasn’t about to risk our
friendship over it. But then Yami
started showing interest in you and I thought that…well…if he loved you, and
you loved him back, you’d be loving me as well, in a way. So I…kind of started pressing him to get to
know you better. And it seems I was
right, wasn’t I? You really care for
each other now, don’t you? I know Yami
loves you, at least. He couldn’t stop
talking about you, wondering when you’d be back.”
She ducked her head shyly. “Is he with you now?” she asked.
Yugi smiled. “He’s waiting in the Soul Room, giving us
privacy. It was his decision, but he’d
come out if I call him. Do you want me
to?”
Her eyes widened at the thought of
seeing the enigmatic Spirit again, remembering his heated kiss and the murmured
promise he’d made to her. “Um…maybe that
isn’t a good idea right now,” she choked.
Yugi smiled at her knowingly, realizing what she was thinking of. She cleared her throat. “Besides, I’m here with you. It wouldn’t be right to
shove you in the back to talk to Yami. I
mean…you’re you, right? He’s just the
guest.”
Yugi laughed at her logic. “I guess, in a way. But we’re the same person, too,” he
added.
She scrunched her nose up adorably. “Just…how does that work, anyway?” she
asked. “I don’t understand it at
all. Are you both…separate or are you
the same or what? It’s like…a split
personality only without all the craziness.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well…most of the time,
anyway.”
Yugi laughed again, folding his hands in his
lap. “I…I don’t really know myself,” he
admitted. “I’m not sure if I’m a
reincarnation of him, or if maybe I’m a descendant or something. He never said whether or not he was married,
or had any mistresses or anything, but if he was a Pharaoh, he probably had to
have had at least one wife or lover
out of a harem full of them. Either way,
it would explain why we look so much alike.
Well, aside from our height differences.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Téa smiled; she knew how much his height
bothered him sometimes. It made him an
easy target for bullies, never mind the fact that he was nearly sixteen. And his gentle nature kept him from seriously
fighting back, even though she often got the feeling that he could hold his own
if he really wanted to. Especially now
that Yami was in the picture. “Don’t
worry,” she assured him, patting his hands.
“You’ll grow eventually. Some
people are late bloomers, that’s all.
Besides…I don’t mind that you’re short.”
This last part was admitted quietly, shyly, and he looked up with a
large smile on his face.
“Thanks.
And I don’t mind that you’re tall,” he replied teasingly, earning a
light punch in the arm in retaliation.
“I’m not that
tall,” she protested laughingly. “Better
watch out or I might have to put you in a headlock. Again.” Referring to the time a couple of years ago,
when they’d gotten into an all-out wrestling match and she’d ended up winning
in five minutes flat.
“Rub it in, why don’t you,” he sniffed. “I bet I’ve gotten a lot stronger since then,
though. All that tramping around on
Pegasus’s island helped to toughen me up a lot.
That, and Yami likes to take workouts when he’s in control of my body.”
“Really?
I didn’t know he was a workout freak,” she replied with a grin. “I dunno…you still
look pretty scrawny to me though.” She
poked him in the side, and he protested laughingly.
“Well, check this out!” he insisted
haughtily, flexing his bicep for her.
Tea laughed and squeezed obligingly. “Wow,” she said sarcastically. “I bet you could take on a Blue Eyes all by
yourself with those muscles, huh?”
“Why you!”
Pretending mortal insult, Yugi tackled her and began to poke at her
sides, where she was most ticklish, while she screeched and attempted to squirm
away. But he’d been right; he was stronger than he’d been two years
ago, not to mention a lot heavier, and it wasn’t long before he had her pinned
beneath him. He grinned down at her with
mischievous eyes, his hands on her upper arms and his legs straddling hers so
that he was stretched out across her torso.
“Now who’s a wimp?” he snickered.
She squirmed, not about to give up and let him
beat her. “I’m not done yet!” she
insisted, attempting to poke him in the ribs again. He let out a bark of laughter when she got a
ticklish spot, but his hold didn’t loosen, and she was wearing herself out
trying to wriggle free. He was short,
but he was still big enough to keep her in one spot. “Okay, okay,” she conceded, laughing as he
tickled her again. “You’re not a
wimp. Now get off, you’re heavy, and
your puzzle is poking me in the stomach!”
He chuckled, sounding suspiciously like Yami
for a moment. “But I’m comfortable like
this,” he replied teasingly, grinning down at her. “Now be quiet; we’re missing the dueling
tournament!” He moved the puzzle out of
the way and released her arms, only to slide his arms around her waist in a loose embrace. His head lowered to rest against her chest,
eyes fixed to the television as he held her like a human pillow. He could feel her heart beating madly against
his cheek and smiled, knowing that he’d completely shocked her with this
unexpected action. He could imagine what
she looked like now; all wide eyes and crimson cheeks and no doubt the most
flabbergasted expression on her face. He
half expected to feel a fist connect with his head, and was greatly relieved
when none was forthcoming. She was quite comfortable to lay on, and the
fact that she wasn’t pounding him through the ceiling was quite
emboldening. “Relax,” he murmured
lazily, squeezing her a little. “You’re
too stiff.”
“S-sorry,” she stammered, but she didn’t
relax. He laughed quietly. “Does this bother you?” he asked as innocently
as possible.
“Well, what do you think?!” she snapped, and he laughed again, understanding that
she wasn’t really mad, so much as embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, Téa. It’s just that you make such a nice
pillow. You’re so soft.” He looked up at her, his chin resting between
her breasts, and winked boldly as her mouth dropped open in shock.
“Wh-what’s gotten
into you?” she stammered. She narrowed
her eyes suspiciously. “You’re Yami,
aren’t you? You switched with Yugi when
I wasn’t paying attention!”
He laughed a little. “Nope, I’m still Yugi,” he assured her. “If I was Yami, I’d be up to
about…here.” He slid himself upward
until he was eye-level with her. She
blinked owlishly at him, and he couldn’t help but think that she was cute when
she was flustered.
“This isn’t like you, Yugi,” she muttered,
although secretly she wasn’t really complaining about the sudden playfulness on
his part. It was most…distracting to
have him lying on top of her like this, however, and she knew that he knew it.
“He’s close now, you know,” Yugi said, his
face suddenly serious, his eyes gazing into her own with unnerving
intensity. “He can feel what we’re
doing…like I could feel when he was kissing you.”
Her eyes widened. “H-how is that possible?” she questioned,
genuinely curious.
Yugi shrugged. “A part of our bond, I guess. When we switch minds, there’s a moment just
before that we’re like a single person.
Our thoughts and feelings are the same.
We share each others memories. I
think…maybe I am a reincarnation of him, and rather than having two separate
souls, we kind of…share one soul. When I
released him from the puzzle, he kind of…borrowed part of my soul. Or something.
I don’t know.” He laughed a
little self-consciously. “Ever watch
Inuyasha? I think it’s like Kagome and
Kikyou’s situation. Kagome’s the
reincarnation of Kikyou, but Kikyou got a piece of her soul back when she was
resurrected.”
“Kikyou’s also an evil, psychotic bitch,” Téa
replied dryly.
Yugi laughed. “Okay, so maybe she isn’t the best example I could give you…”
“Well, it does make some kind of sense,
though,” she said thoughtfully.
“Although Kikyou and Kagome never shared a bond like yours.”
“Yeah, well…they never shared a body,
either,” he pointed out humorously. “But
anyway…as I was saying, there’s that moment when Yami and I are like the same
person, although we’re still separate.
But…I think it’s heightened or prolonged during moments of…well…” He blushed faintly. “I guess you could say moments of intense
emotion.”
“Like…that kiss,” she half-whispered, her
eyes locking onto Yugi’s gentle gaze.
“Yeah.
Just like that,” he replied softly, allowing his gaze to drift to her
lips. The atmosphere was becoming more
and more charged with…something; he could feel the flow of it along his flesh,
especially where he held her. “I could
feel everything, the same as he did.”
His eyes became lidded as his breathing grew shallow, the memory of the
feel of her lips rising to his mind, the intense longing to taste them again;
Yami was close by, he sensed. He could
feel Téa’s heart beating rapidly against his chest, just as his heart pounded
against hers. He couldn’t resist
anymore. “Other chances…” he breathed,
the words rising to his mind as Yami whispered them silently, before ducking
his head to press a soft, chaste kiss against her lips.
After a moment, he lifted his head to look
at her. Her lids were heavy over her
eyes, and bright color burned in her cheeks as she regarded him in wonder. He could see the longing in her gaze. “Yugi…I…”
She never got the chance to finish as he claimed her once again, his
lips slanting with heated intensity over her own. His hands, which had been resting idly at her
waist, now began a slow, sensuous journey up her back beneath her loose
sweater, touching soft, bare skin. His
hands were so warm; his fingers seared her flesh where he caressed her, his
palms gliding a soft, sensual path over her spine, causing tremors of pure
sensation to race through her body. He
could feel Yami hovering close, feel the Spirit’s dark passion urging him on,
to go even further. He wasn’t certain,
though. He’d never been like this with
anybody. Téa was certainly not
complaining, but still…
<<Let
me in>> Yami insisted, his voice filled with longing. <<Yugi,
let me show you…>>
He acquiesced, allowing the dark essence of
the Spirit to filter into his thoughts, his very actions, until they were
nearly one being. Téa sensed the sudden
change, tearing her lips from his and gasping for breath as she regarded him
suspiciously. “Y-Yami?”
“Téa,” he murmured, his lidded eyes large,
dark pools of emotion, ringed by the palest amethyst.
“Wh-where’s Yugi?” she panted, attempting to catch her breath and
gather her scattered thoughts.
“He’s here,” Yami murmured, his voice a
velvet purr. “Don’t worry, Téa. We’re both here with you.” He lowered his head to press soft kisses to
her throat, nuzzling her ear gently. “Is
it too much? Should we stop?” he asked
softly, feeling her tremble beneath him.
He shifted a little, so that his heavier weight wasn’t fully on
her. His hands continued to gently knead
the bare flesh of her back.
“I…the couch…isn’t exactly…for…” she panted,
her eyes closing in pleasure as his mouth closed gently over her neck, suckling
at her flesh softly.
“Mmm…” he
agreed. “But I’m sure we could manage,
couldn’t we, Téa?” He felt her shiver
when he nipped at the line of her jaw, just below her ear. She murmured softly, her arms coming up to
hold him, and he smiled against the hollow of her throat, pressing moist kisses
to heated flesh. “Just say the word,” he
insisted tenderly. “We’ll stop. I promise that we’ll stop. I never want to hurt you. I love you.
We love you…”
“Yami…” she whispered, barely able to find
her voice as she pulled him close, her eyes alight with unspoken love.
He took her lips in another kiss, nudging
softly at the warm flesh until they parted
beneath the pressure. He suckled
at her lower lip for a moment, eliciting a soft mew of delight, before dipping
into her mouth to explore her fully. She
felt wonderful; she tasted even better, and it had been so, so long since he’d
had an experience like this. Yugi, he
knew, had never had any experience
like this, although the boy was paying very
close attention. He could feel his
vessel’s pleasure as well as his own and was glad he could share these moments
with Téa, as well. He delved deeply into
the girl’s sweet mouth, coaxing her shy response. Their tongues danced for long, heady moments,
until the need for air drew them to part briefly, chests heaving against each
other as they sought to catch their breaths.
Yami released a soft sigh and shifted so
that he lay close beside her, his arms still embracing her as he pillowed his
head on her breast, closing his eyes in contentment. He smiled when he felt delicate fingers
thread into his hair, stroking the golden strands gently away from his
forehead. Téa‘s eyes were unfocused and
half-closed as she gazed dreamily at the ceiling, a small smile playing about
her kiss-swollen lips. Her hair was
spread about her like a halo on the velvet couch pillow, and she looked as
though she could drift away at any moment.
She was completely relaxed, and Yami could hear her heart rate beginning
to calm as it beat against his cheek, her chest rising and falling gently as
her breathing slowed.
<<Well,
we’ll just have to do something to make it speed up again>>
The suggestive thought came from Yugi, and
Yami had to smile at the impish tone in his vessel’s “voice”. Perhaps
we should wait. She appears to be more
exhausted from her trip than she’s been letting on, he replied.
<<I
suppose. She never did like traveling
very much…>> Yugi sounded
awfully disappointed though, and Yami chuckled mentally. He knew exactly how Yugi felt. He was far from ready to put a stop to his
explorations, and the near-painful throbbing between his legs demanded that he
continue where he left off.
Téa stirred a little, turning her confused
gaze to meet Yami’s eyes. “Are you
finished already?” she whispered, sounding a little disappointed herself. He moved one hand from her back to caress her
face softly, stroking his fingers through her hair as she had done to him.
“I’ve barely started,” he replied, smiling
gently at her as he embraced her again, slipping his hand beneath her sweater
once more to rest against her side. “But
I can tell that you’re tired.” He rose abruptly
to his feet, his body (especially one certain part of it) protesting the
movement, and slipped his arms beneath her to lift her easily into his
embrace. She squeaked in surprise and
threw her arms around his neck to hold on, blinking at him in confusion.
“Wh-what are you doing now?” she asked suspiciously.
His smile was wry as he carried her
carefully to her room. “Simple. I’m putting you to bed so you can get some
sleep. We’ll continue this another
time.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Hey!
Now…just you wait a minute! I’m
not…it’s only…don’t treat me like a little kid, Yami!” Even as she protested, though, he was
lowering her to her bed, where she proceeded to glare up at him. “You two have some nerve, starting something like
that and then telling me to go to sleep!” she proclaimed hotly. “If you leave now, I’m never speaking to you
again!”
He smiled at her gently as he removed her
shoes. “Should we join you, instead?” he
murmured, watching as her eyes widened and her cheeks became infused with
color.
“I…well…”
She broke off abruptly as he lowered himself onto the mattress, slipping
off his own shoes, and then his shirt, before stretching his lithe body out
just beside her, his lidded eyes gazing deeply into her own. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing as
he slipped his arms around her to pull her against him, pressed close to his
bare chest. He kissed her neck again,
slipping one hand beneath her sweater to rest against the curve of her waist,
just above the waistline of her pants.
“Is this comfortable?” he murmured, nuzzling at her ear.
“Y-yeah…” she agreed uncertainly. Then, with slightly more heat, “but if you
think it’s gonna get me to go to sleep, think again.”
He chuckled at her proclamation, and the
hand resting idly at her waist slid forward, causing her to jump slightly as he
caressed her gently, splaying his fingers across the soft flesh of her
belly. He stroked up and down her torso
slowly, relishing the feel of smooth, warm skin passing beneath his fingers,
and Téa purred and cuddled closer, enjoying the sensual massage. Her obvious pleasure emboldened him, aroused
him even further, and he allowed his seeking fingers to continue their journey
upward, not pausing in their quest until they touched the sports bra she wore
under her sweater.
Téa’s eyes, which had closed in contentment
to his gentle ministrations, abruptly snapped open as she felt his fingers slip
beneath the cotton fabric covering her chest and begin to pull it up
slowly. “I…” she began shakily, but the
rest of the sentence died a swift death as soft lips ghosted across her own in
a fleeting kiss, only to return for a second, and then a third, lingering for
long moments afterward. His hand
continued to push her bra aside, little by little, until his palm rested
against her skin just beneath her breast, cupping the soft flesh within the
cradle of his thumb and forefinger. The
rough-woolen texture of her sweater grazed across her soft peak, hardening it
into a tight, little pebble.
He laid his head beside hers, nuzzling close
to her as his gaze fixed on the pale pink sweater that stretched tight across
her bosom, outlining the shape of her breasts and his hand beneath. Her heart was pounding again, he could feel
it vibrating beneath his fingers, and he slid his thumb upward, over the warm
mound until he came upon the puckered nipple.
He paused in his journey, stroking the pad of his thumb over the
sensitive nub of flesh before taking it between two fingers and pinching
gently. Téa mewled and shuddered at the
electric tingles streaking through her breast, her eyes fluttering closed as
she unconsciously arched her back to press herself harder into his hand. He smiled at the motion as he watched her and
continued to squeeze and roll the hypersensitive teat between his fingers.
<<She’s
really…enjoying this…>> Yugi observed with quiet awe. He’d never imagined that Téa could look so
beautiful, caught in the throes of pleasure as she was. He never imagined that he’d enjoy it so much,
touching her as he was. He relished the
warm, heavy weight of her breast in his…their…hand. He’d never felt anything so soft before…
Everyone
has some part of their body that helps to stimulate arousal, Yami explained quietly. Obviously,
one of Téa’s greatest pleasures comes in having her abdomen—most especially her
breasts—touched, caressed…
<<…Tasted…>>
Yugi finished in a whisper. <<I…want to see her. I want to taste her…>>
As
do I, the Spirit agreed
quietly, closing his eyes when his aroused member throbbed painfully at the
thought of her soft breast between his lips, stroking her with his tongue,
suckling her like an infant…
He could feel Yugi’s embarrassment at
hearing such erotic thoughts, as well as his overwhelming desire to experience
them for himself. Locking his gaze on
Téa’s impassioned face, he slowly raised his hand, lifting her sweater away
from her skin and shifting it upward until a single breast was bared, the
aroused nipple engorged and red from his previous teasing. She shivered beneath his heated gaze and
sought to cover herself in an uncharacteristic fit of shyness, but he caught
her hand with his own and drew it down to her side, his other hand stroking her
face softly. “Don’t,” he whispered,
gazing into her eyes. “Let us taste you,
Téa.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted as he
lowered his head, sliding his hands around her back to pull her closer; she
felt his hair tickle her throat, but the sensation of a warm, rough tongue
lapping softly at her breast drove all thought from her mind. She sucked in a sharp breath when soft lips
touched her peak, eyes fluttering closed as it was enveloped in moist heat, his
tongue stroking over the hardened tip in a soft caress. “Y-Yami…” she gasped, her hand coming up to
bury itself in his soft hair, holding him to her as he licked and suckled her
with strong, intense pulls. He purred in
delight, his breath ghosting across her heated skin. It was the most sensual, erotic feeling she’d
ever experienced, and when he caught her nipple between his teeth and stroked
his tongue roughly over the very tip, she couldn’t stop the gasping cry that
exploded from her lips as her back arched, pushing her breast hard into his
eager mouth.
That had to be all, she thought dazedly as
he released her breast slowly and lowered her back to the sheets. There wasn’t any way he could make her feel
any better than she did at that moment.
So much for sleep, she thought wryly.
After that little passion
play, she wondered if she’d ever be able to sleep again. She was supremely sorry that it was over.
Of course, that thought occurred before Yami abruptly pulled her sweater
and bra up and over her head in one, fluid motion and slid a hand up to cup her
other breast, expertly teasing the soft peak into a tingling point. Her eyes widened as she met the Spirit’s
intense gaze, realizing his intentions immediately. “I feel bad,” he murmured teasingly, looking
exceedingly satisfied with himself for having been the cause of her intense
reaction. “We’ve been neglecting this
one.” His thumbnail scraped across her nipple,
shooting prickles of sensation throughout her body to join the pool of heat
that was continuously building in the pit of her stomach.
Her eyes widened. “Y-Yami…I…” she began, intending to tell him
that any more of that might actually kill her, but her words died swiftly when
he lowered his head and began the process all over again. He was driving her nearly to the brink of
madness, and she was helpless to stop it, a thought that thrilled her and
annoyed her all at the same time. Here
she was, allowing Yami to touch her to his (and her) pleasure, in ways that
nobody had ever had the privilege of doing, but she had yet to touch him in such a manner. She focused her lidded eyes on the darkly
handsome face, watching as he suckled her with obvious enjoyment. His eyes were closed, focused completely on
the task of pleasuring her, his body nearly wrapped around her to keep her
close to him.
His leg was draped over hers, his hips
touching her thigh, and she slowly became aware of something rigid digging into
her flesh right where his hips pressed against her. Her eyes widened as she recalled feeling that
hardness before, pressed so intimately against her belly when they’d embraced
at her front door. She’d been
embarrassed, but it had also aroused her curiosity (along with everything
else). To be perfectly honest, she’d
wanted then to reach out and touch that most intimate part of him, cup her hand
around him, feel the weight of him in her palm.
Of course, she hadn’t dared to do that, especially since she’d been the
one to suggest that they wait. She
wasn’t completely naïve; an action like that might’ve driven him over the edge
and then who knows what might’ve happened.
But now…
He said Yugi was there, experiencing
everything with them. They were both
loving her like this, and neither of them seemed to mind that they had to share
her. She shuddered as Yami’s suckling
lips gave a particularly strong pull at her breast, her teeth clenching so hard
against the ensuing pleasure that they nearly cracked. His hands had come to life, as well; one was
again stroking softly up and down her belly, sliding daringly low over her knit
pants, while his other had cupped around her other breast and was kneading
gently. Without another thought, she
slid her arms around his neck, trailing her fingers down the smoothly muscled
expanse of his back. He quivered beneath
her touch and responded by sucking harder.
She continued her explorations of his lean
back for a moment before moving to his sides, feeling his ribs through heated
flesh, then moved around to trace her hands over his flat chest and
stomach. He purred in pleasure at that,
and she smiled, closing her eyes and continuing her explorations. He shifted, rolling to the side and pulling
her with him, refusing to let her go.
His lips finally left her breast, only to return to her neck to nuzzle
soft kisses at her throat, nibbling gently at the tender flesh. He pulled her closer so that their torsos
were pressed together, her breasts flat against his chest, her hands still
trapped between them and resting low on his belly. She smiled slyly, and before her nervousness
got the better of her, she hooked one finger around the waistline of his pants
and pulled. At the same moment, she slid
her other hand beneath the rough material and down hot, silken skin and coarse
hair until her seeking fingers came to rest against their intended target.
Yami immediately froze, his eyes flying
open, and Yugi’s gasp of shock echoed in his mind as he felt Téa’s slender
fingers touch him there. “T-Téa!” he choked out, turning his
startled gaze to meet hers. She looked
back at him innocently. Well, as
innocently as she could considering she had her hand wrapped firmly around his
penis. “Wh-what are you…doing?” he panted,
his eyelids fluttering when she merely stroked her thumb softly over the base
of his erection.
“I thought that was obvious,” she replied
teasingly, smiling up at him, although her cheeks were crimson due to her bold
actions. “It’s only fair, since you’ve
been making me feel so wonderful, that I return the favor.”
“T-Téa, I…”
“Do you think you could remove your pants
for me?” she questioned suddenly, with slight embarrassment. “I mean…I’d do it myself, but it’s kind of
awkward given the position I’m in and all…”
To encourage him, she stroked him once, as much as she could given the
tight confines of his leather pants, and was delighted when he grunted and
bucked into her hand. “By all that’s
holy, Téa,” he breathed, the same exclamation he’d given when first they’d
kissed.
<<I-is
this…would this be…our pleasure spot?>>
Yugi panted softly, his obvious desire humming through their shared body,
doubled in intensity by Yami’s own. Yes, little one, the Spirit replied
dazedly as he struggled to free himself of his garments. This
would definitely be our..
Their silent conversation abruptly ended on
a very verbal groan as his pants finally came undone, and Téa immediately took
advantage by pulling him free of the constraints as gently as she could, her
hand stroking erotically along his whole, throbbing length. “Oh, Téa,” he gasped, his strength flooding
out of his body as he collapsed on his back on the soft sheets. She cuddled up beside him, bare breasts
pressing against his side and chest, as her hand returned to his member and
curled around the heavy, silky testicles resting between his legs, squeezing
softly. “Just lay there,” she whispered,
kissing his neck much the way he’d done hers.
“Let me touch you.” And she set
to work, taking his penis into her hand to explore him fully, relishing in the
texture of his skin, hot and silky against her seeking fingers, stretching
tight over the rigid length. He quivered
under her touch; she could feel it, an erratic pulse that beat in time with his
racing heart. She trailed a finger over
the dark vein to his head, where a bead of moisture sat glistening like a
pearl. She stroked her thumb over the
milky substance, caressing the tip of his head and causing him to moan, his
hips bucking beneath her hand.
“T-Téa,” he gasped, his eyes clenching shut
as he fisted his hands in her sheet, struggling to retain his rapidly-slipping
control. “I…I can’t hold on for much
longer…” The fully erotic sensations
were too much, made even more so due to the effect of feeling Yugi’s intense
pleasure as well as his own. He’d never
known anyone could feel this much
pleasure and not die from the sheer ecstasy of it.
He felt the bed shift, and then suddenly he
found his legs being enfolded in warm, silky flesh. His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping when
he saw Téa straddling his legs, her hands pressed firmly against his lower
belly, on either side of his member.
She’d removed her pants, he noted dazedly, and now wore nothing but a
pair of lacy underpants. Her breasts,
their nipples still swollen and red from his sensual kisses, hung freely,
tempting him to taste once again, and her eyes were locked onto him with a
determined gleam. His breath was coming
in pants, his skin slicked with sweat, and he shuddered with anticipation when
her gaze dropped to his erection, nearly searing him with its intensity. He closed his eyes, expecting to feel her
fingers working their magic on him again at any moment.
He was not
expecting to feel soft, moist lips touch his very tip in a soft kiss, and his
eyes flew open again in shock, just in time to see her open those lips and
slide down on his shaft to envelop him in wet, mind-bending heat. His harsh gasp caught in his throat as her tongue
stroked over his head, and the rough texture of the muscle gliding over his
highly sensitized flesh was enough to make him nearly pass out. She nibbled and suckled at him softly, in the
same manner as he’d pleasured her breasts before, and he fought hard to keep
from thrusting himself into her eager mouth.
Yugi’s pleasure flowed through him, his vessel’s soft pants echoing in
his mind, and he smiled as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift on the
sensations of Téa’s warm mouth surrounding his cock.
When she unexpectedly latched on with her
teeth, however, and sucked hard as
she began to pull up, all sensations of drifting flew away in the wake of
sheer, titillating eroticism. His spine
went rigid as his hips thrust violently upward, driving his pulsing organ back
into her until he was fully enveloped in the exhilarating heat of her
mouth. He clenched his teeth around a
moan, the veins in his neck standing out with the effort, as Yugi cried out in
his mind, ready to release then and there.
Yami was barely able to hang onto his
control enough to keep from ejaculating right into her mouth.
Téa choked when she found her mouth suddenly
filled with Yami’s heated flesh, not having expected such a violent reaction to
her pleasuring, and quickly pulled away from him before she gagged, gasping for
breath.
“Téa, I’m sorry,” Yami panted, noticing her
sitting there, chest heaving as she fought to control herself. “I couldn’t…that was…I couldn’t help myself,” he breathed. “But no more, please. We can’t…it’s pushing us too far now. I…” Giving
up on attempting speech, he sat up abruptly and slipped his arms around her,
clutching her to his chest. “Thank you,” he breathed, turning her so
that she was on her back while he hovered over her. “That was the most…” He closed his eyes and swallowed, lowering
his head to nuzzle his face into her breast.
“If…we’re going to stop…we need to stop now,” he murmured, his voice strained with the longing he felt for
her. “I…we can no longer control
ourselves. I want…” He bit off his sentence, sliding one hand up
her thigh and inward, pausing to cup her in his palm. She gasped in shock. The lacy panties she wore were damp, and he
could smell her arousal heavy in the air.
It was intoxicating. “We want to
be in you,” he breathed, sliding the
scrap of material down over her legs to toss it aside, leaving her fully naked
beneath him. His hand trailed softly up
her inner thigh, threading into the soft curls between her legs that hid her
entrance, before dipping further, allowing her moist, silken heat to surround
his fingers.
She gasped, arching slightly at the
caressing invasion. “Y-Yami…” she
whimpered. He dragged himself upward to
embrace her, burying his face in her neck as he settled between her legs, the
hard length of him pressed tight along her slick passage. She shuddered when his head probed at her
opening, her legs parting instinctively to allow him entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely
above a breath.
“Too late to be asking me that now,” she
replied, shivering beneath him. “I
couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Which
I don’t…”
“Nor do we,” he murmured, holding her
tightly before raising himself on his forearms to gaze lovingly down at
her. “Thank you, Téa…” He caught her lips in a deep, soul-binding kiss
as he lifted his hips away from her to better position himself, allowing his
penis to slip into her slick passage. He
shuddered as moist heat once again enveloped him, her walls closing tight
around him in a velvet caress before he reached the barrier of her maidenhead. He paused during a moment of regret, knowing
his first thrust would hurt her. Yugi
was clearly uncomfortable with the thought of hurting his beloved Téa, but his
emotions were quivering with want, the need to continue driving him on.
Téa solved the dilemma herself by wrapping
both legs around his waist and forcing him down with her hands pressed firmly
to his buttocks, the action pushing him forward and tearing through her
maidenhead. She gasped into his mouth,
clenching her eyes shut against the resulting pain as he sought to soothe her,
holding as still as possible until she could adjust to the feel of him inside
of her. “You didn’t need to do that,” he
told her regretfully, stroking her belly softly as he gazed into her face.
“Y-yes I did. My choice,” she gasped out. “Th-that way
neither of you can blame yourselves for hurting me. I know Yugi would, anyway.”
Yami huffed a soft laugh and kissed her
throat. “Is it better?” he asked. “Do you still need time?”
“No.
I…” Her brow furrowed. “I need…something.” She squirmed a little, and her eyes widened
in surprise when she felt him shift inside her, his heated length caressing her
inner walls, stroking against the tangle of hypersensitive nerves housed within
her body. “That,” she breathed in shock. “I need that.”
It was all the encouragement he needed as he
pulled out of her slowly, then thrust back into her welcoming body in a slow,
steady glide. She gasped and threw her
head back at the feel of him inside her, hot and silken and filling her so
completely. He set a slow and steady
pace, allowing them both time to get used to each other. She was tight around him, clenching the
engorged organ with every powerful thrust of his body to hers, driving him to
the brink of insanity. Yugi was right
there at the forefront of his mind, matching his thrusts in soul if not in
body, silently murmuring Téa’s name as his member plunged in and out of her
body, quickening their pace as pure sensation began to overwhelm the senses.
Téa quickly found their rhythm and followed,
pulling him further into her with every driving thrust, her legs wrapped
tightly around his torso as they rocked together, overheated bodies glistening
with their efforts. Her entire body was
sparking with heat, the only thing she could focus on was the hot, slick length
plunging in and out of her, stroking hard across that tangle of nerves every
time to send streaks of euphoria racing throughout her body. They were approaching a precipice, sparkling
in the distance, but coming closer and closer.
And then she was there, poised on the very
brink of something magical, before the euphoria took her and sent her plunging
into the abyss with a hoarse cry. Her
body went rigid, muscles clenching sporadically around him and pulling him
deep, deep inside of her. Her climax
triggered something in him, feeling her walls clamping tight around his thick
length, sucking him in, and he went willingly, pumping
hard into her before his climax came upon him.
He gasped her name, Yugi echoing it in his head, and found his release,
ejaculating powerfully into her body as her convulsing muscles milked him dry.
Completely spent, he collapsed, his mind and
body sparking with the lingering sensations of their lovemaking. He rolled to his back and pulled her atop
him, unwilling to leave her yet as he held her close, tucking her legs on
either side of his hips. Their mingled
breathing was the only sound in the room as they lay there, allowing bodies to
cool and hearts to slow. After a time,
Téa stirred and slowly lifted her head from where it lay languid on Yami’s
chest. She glanced at him from beneath
her lashes, suddenly overwhelmingly shy as to what to say next. What did one talk about after experiencing
something as glorious as that?
Yami’s eyes were fixed on her in a most
tender gaze, and his smile was soft as he rubbed her back soothingly. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly.
“Yes!
Yes, I-I’m fine,” she replied. “A
little tired…and sore, but otherwise…”
She bit her lips. “Th-that was the most…I mean, I’ve never…it was…”
“Magic,” he finished in a whisper, his smile
widening. He stroked his fingers through
her hair, caressing her face softly. “Pure magic…for the three of us.” His enigmatic gaze turned seductive, and he nuzzled
against her ear and murmured, “We must do that again sometime. Very soon, in fact.” Her blush was all the answer he needed, and
he chuckled softly, feeling exhaustion stealing over him. “For now, though, we sleep,” he whispered,
reluctantly turning her and pulling his now-limp member from the heat of her
body. She cuddled up to him, and he held
her close before retreating into his mind, allowing a thoroughly sated Yugi to
regain control.
Téa felt the change, glancing at him and
smiling shyly. “Hello,” she murmured
sleepily, seeing Yugi’s adoring gaze fixed on her.
“Hello, Téa,” he replied, resting his head
on her shoulder. His fingers played idly
with a lock of her hair, his eyes lidded as he recalled everything they had
just done together. “Did you ever think
it would be this way between us?” he asked softly.
Her smile was slow and brilliant. “I had always hoped,” she admitted. He sighed and pulled himself to eye-level
with her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“I love you, Téa. I don’t regret a moment of it.”
“Well, that’s good. Neither do I.”
He smiled bashfully and held her close,
resting his head against her breast as he allowed lethargy to drift over him.
“Yugi,” came her soft voice.
“Mm-hmm?”
“Thank you…”
He squeezed her tightly in response, sleep
beginning to claim him.
“Yugi…?”
“Mhmmm…” His voice was little more than a murmur.
“I love you, too…”
He smiled against her breast and sighed
deeply. “I know,” he whispered.
And there was no more talking after that.
The
End
* * * * *
*cringe* So how horrible was
it? Leave a review, maybe, and let me
know? I’ll just be hiding over here
under my desk…waiting for the roars of uproarious laughter to blow my house
down…
*slinks away*
Quickening