Massage

I do not own Yugioh, or any of the characters. This is a product of my twisted Yami mind, so I beg your forgiveness, no flames please. ^-^.


Yami hurts his back. Yugi makes it better. Fun ensues. WARNING LEMON!!!! DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU DON’T LIKE M/M Yami/ Yugi parings. This is a one shot.

Massage


Yami lay face down on Yugi’s bed. The pain was excruciating. He gripped the pillow tightly to his face, hiding the moan of pain. His back spasmed painfully with every movement. He tried to lay on his side, but that only made it worse. He found his front the only semi-comfortable position. But the problem now was that he could not get up. Not for the first time that night, Yami cursed his clumsiness. He had been in the puzzle looking for his room of memories. He had slipped on one of the many stairs in the puzzle. He had crashed down the stone steps. Step by painful step. He had come out of the puzzle, now having his own body after awakening a portion of power from the millennium puzzle. He had hoped the injury was only in spirit. But it seemed the body had taken on the injury. He had hobbled to the bed and lain upon it. Yugi had been at school. So there Yami lay. He heard Yugi come home. Just as he heard the door a twinge went up his spine he moaned into the pillow. And quickly cut off the link so Yugi would not feel it. He resigned himself to the pain filled night.

Yugi walked tiredly into the house, dumping his school bag near the table he phallomped into a seat, sighing. He pulled out his schoolbooks making a face. He had Maths to do. He hated Maths. He opened to the appropriate page and picked up his pencil. He also saw the homework of Karasu. The new school bully. Who had taken a shine to bossing Yugi about. One of them was to do his homework. Yugi finished his and was about to start Karasu’s when he felt a twinge of pain in his back. Yugi sat puzzled a moment. “Where had that come from?” He realised it must have come from Yami. He walked quietly up the stairs. As he reached the top he was greeted with a moan of pain from his room. He looked through the half open door to see Yami grasping the pillow in a death grip. He lay on his front, the soft mattress cradling his form. The outline of his body showed his pain. Yugi saw him place a hand in the small of his back to try and sooth it. But it seemed to make it worse. Yami had discarded the Blue Jacket that he had adopted as his own style, and now only wore the black T-shirt that he had underneath. Yugi had to do something for his Yami. But what? He suddenly remembered the present Anzu had gotten him for Xmas. It was a back massager. It was in the shape of a horse brush. With a strap then went over the back or your hand, so the tool was firmly in your hand. Instead of bristles this object had large round nodules to rub deep into your back. Yugi had never used it. For one thing it was pink, and two it came from Anzu. He ran downstairs to the odd sods drawer (A.N. everyone has an odd sods drawer.); there it laid still half wrapped in Xmas paper. ~Perhaps this will be of use finally, unlike Anzu.~ Yugi thought. (A.N yeah sorry. Anzu bashing……come on you love it really)
Yugi made his way back to Yami. He quietly went into the room; the spirit was in so much pain he was oblivious to everything else. Yugi slowly climbed on the bed. Then straddled Yami. So he was leaning on his rear. Yami cried out in new pain as the weight on his rear pushed him into the mattress, warping his back more. Then pain continued as something was pushed up and down his back. He tried to move. To stop this attacker. But this only caused more pain. The sensation continued. Then suddenly it began to change. The muscles began to become un knotted. The euphoric feeling that accompanied this was like heaven. Yami began to moan again. But this time in pleasure not pain. He tried to figure out who was doing this to him? Anzu? No. The weight was too light. Yugi? but Yugi was too shy. He found himself wishing it were Yugi. This shocked him some. But his mind had reached the scientific stage…called the dreaded…Fluffy stage. Nothing mattered. Only this feeing as each muscle relaxed. Releasing its painful hold on him. His mind hazed, and he moaned again. His assailant worked his lower back, when slowly up. Going over the spine, shoulder blades, and arms. Soon Yami let go to al coherent thought. And drifted off to blissful slumber….

Yugi heard his spirits even breathing and smiled. He carefully got up, so not to wake Yami and went downstairs. Looking at the clock he was shocked that grandfather had not come home yet. As if on cue, he phone rang.
“Hello. Moto residence.”
“Yugi. I will not be home tonight. An old friend needs help with some artefacts.”
“Ok Grandfather. Have fun” replied Yugi, in a happy but tired tone.
“Take money out of the safe if you need food. And go to bed. You sound tired.”
“Ok. Night grandfather”
“Good night Yugi”
Yugi walked over to the table to try to finish Karasu’s homework, but sleep claimed him. His form slumped on the table…
He dreamed of giving Yami another massage. But this time, things were slightly different. For one thing Yami was Kissing Yugi. Yugi felt a thrill at this. But why? He wanted Yami. Wanted him so much. But why? Why now? Could he love his Yami? Could that be it? He realised it was. But then the dread came. For Yami was a great Pharaoh. He probably in is time had many women to choose from. It would disgust the Spirit. Yugi felt his soul despair. And he cried alone in his dreams.


Yami awoke, his body still humming from the Massage earlier. He stretched feeling no pain. Smiling he left the room. He knew now it had been Yugi. For the hint of strawberries wafted in the air. His Aibou’s shampoo. Walking down the stairs he saw his Hikiri asleep, head and arms on the table. Smiling Yami walked over, picking up Yugi and carrying him upstairs. He was shocked to see tears running down the small forms face. He wiped them gently away as he laid Yugi on the bed. He looked at the boy’s chest rise and fall. He was shocked at the beauty of it. Yugi had him enthralled. He was so innocent, so pure. Junsui Hikiri. Pure light. Brushing the bangs away from yogis face Yami lightly brushed his lips across Yugi’s then he lay beside Yugi. To sleep. They often slept like this. Still not used to the separation of each having their own bodies. Yami dreamed of being with Yugi. Of taking the pure light. His darkness left him never to return in Yugi’s embrace as their lips met. But then fear came. The dark began to consume the pureness of Yugi. He became bitter, corrupt. All thanks to Yami…
BEEP BEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEP BEE PBEEEEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP BE..BANG!!!!!!!

Yugi looked up at the remains of his alarm clock. Then to the form beside him. He laughed as the formed mumbled something about “Ra damned demon. Should send it to the shadow realm” Yugi made a mental note to one, buy a new alarm clock, and two, not to put it anywhere near Yami. He looked at his clock on the wall and realised he was late. He got up, rushing round the room as he dressed; he shoved all his books in the bag, and then ran out of the door. He mad it to school…. late as always. Jou, Honda and Anzu were still not back from their class tip. They had gone to England. But Yugi had not been able to go. Grandfather had been sick. A shadow fell over his desk. He looked up into the Eyes of Karasu.
“Where’s my homework?” He demanded. No room for faults. Yugi got out the books and gave it to Karasu. He stopped off, his big muscles rippling. They day wore on, maths came and as the end neared, the teachers asked for their assignments. He came round taking each book from the pupil’s proffered hands. He sat down and began to flick through them, marking them. When it cam to Karasu’s book. He scowled.
“Mr Karasu. Do you think you are exempt from homework?”
“No sir?”
“Then explain why you have only bothered to do one question!”
Yugi’s heart froze. He had forgot to finish them. He looked to see a murderous glare coming from Karasu. Yugi swallowed hard.
“Then I suggest Mr Karasu. You finish it tonight.”
“Yes sir”

Karasu caught up to Yugi after school. He and his gang dragged the small one down the ally, and proceeded to savagely beat him. Rain began to pour as he lay, sore and broken his chest a white-hot flame of pain. Suddenly he felt someone pick him up. The movement cause more pain and he whimpered.
“Shh Aibou. I am here.”
“Y…Yami?” Yugi stammered.
“Yes, now shhh. I’ll carry you home.”
Yami carried his charge home. Fury deep in him. Who ever had done this to his Hikiri would pay dearly. He had. Felt the small one’s pain through the link, he raged at himself also. He should have been there.
Once home Yami too Yugi to he bed. He carefully took of the jacket. Then the shirt. He tried his best not to harm Yugi, but he whimpered in pain, as Yami took off the shirt.
Yami growled pure rage at the sight. Bruises, lacerations crossed Yugi’s chest. Yami cleaned the wounds. Yugi relaxed, then felt embarrassed. Yami was being so tender. Looking at the bruises, careful not to hurt him. When Yami touched a rather large cut Yugi hissed,
“I’m sorry Aibou.” Yami said. Voice full of concern.
“It’s ok Yami. Thank you for looking after me.”
“No I failed you. I should have protected you”
“You didn’t fail me Yami. You’re here aren’t you?” Yugi smiled, and then winced again. His muscles on his chest cramping. Yami got up suddenly, and then returned with some oil. It had disinfectant in the solution, as well as an anaesthetic, to numb the pain. Yami smeared it on his hands, and then began so delicacy rub it into Yugi’s chest, massaging it. Yugi’s breath hitched. It felt so good. Yami brushed one of his nipples; he could not stop the moan of pleasure escaping his lips. Yami smiled. This touched something deep inside of him. He knew now that he loved his Hikiri with all his heart, he want the light to touch him, to be his salvation for the never-ending night. Yami leaned forward. And placed his lips on Yugi’s. He felt Yugi tense and his heart broke. He would protect Yugi as a friend and brother. For it seemed Yugi did not want his heart. This was fleeting. For he felt Yugi respond, clumsily at first. Yami guided him. The kiss deepened Yami asking for entrance. The taste of strawberries and cream his reward. Yami lets his hands roam Yugi’ form, smiling as Yugi writhed beneath him.
“I want you aibou,” Yami whispered huskily in Yugi's; ear, Yugi moaned. Pledging himself to Yami through the mind link. Love converged. Showering the room. Yami. Left Yugi’s lips, and kissed down. Roaming ever closer to the heat of Yugi. He breathed gently teasing.
“Yami…please” Yami smiled at the raw, uncontrolled lust in Yugi’s voice.
He took Yugi’s member into his mouth. Ignoring his chocking reflex. He moved slowly at first. Tracing his teeth gently over his Hiriki’s member. Yugi moaned, clutching the bed sheets.
“Oh…. Yami!….more, faster, please” Yami obeyed his light, feeling the small hands now in his hair. He felt his own erection grow with each of Yugi’s lust filled moans. It was so erotic to Yami. He felt Yugi tense as he gave voice to his release. Yami drank greedily of Yugi, savouring the taste, he looked up to Yugi. Yami reached down undoing his trousers, freeing his member to the air. Yugi carefully reached out a hand to caress the stiff shaft. Yugi could still not move much, his chest sill paining him. Yami kissed the hurt chest as Yugi teased him. He suckled on a hard nub feeling the vibrations of Yugi’s moan through the pink flesh, he voiced his own vibration in return and he moaned under his lights ministrations.
“Do you want to do this fully Aibou?” Yami asked, he needed to make sure.
“Yes Yami. I want to feel you, please.”
Yami nodded and reached for the oil. He placed some on his hands, then turned Yugi gently to his side, he began to prepare Yugi’s virgin opening. He felt Yugi tense, but sent comfort down the mind link; he felt Yugi relax and continued. When he felt Yugi was ready, he placed the tip of his painfully erect member at the tight ring of flesh, he slowly pushed this. He nearly let go there and then, the sensation of Yugi stripping away the last defence of his mind barrier. Love, undying crashed over him like a wave to rock, he returned it with the same force to Yugi. He slowly began to pump; he was laid on his side, embracing the form, so as not to hurt the chest further. He hit Yugi’s bundle of nerves, the boy cried out in new pleasure, sending it across the link, heightening Yami’s experience. Yami took hold of Yugi’s awakened shaft and pumped in time, the feelings merging, pain lost in pleasure. Pleasure eclipsed in pain. They reached the brink, time stopped, then they spilled their seed, voices crying to the night, of the love they felt. They lay, Yami holding Yugi tightly, as if he was scared it was only a dream. The breathing ragged. He felt Yugi snuggle up to him.
“Aishiteru Yami, Arigato.”
“ Aishiteru too, Aibou. Tell me, who did this to you?”
“ A bully called Karasu, I didn’t finish his homework, and so he beat me. I fell asleep before I could finish it” Yugi stated, half asleep now. Yami felt a pang; it was partly his fault then, if Yugi had not been seeing to his back, he would have finished it.
“No Yami. It not your fault” came a sleepy statement. Then no more, as the boy drifted off to sleep. Yami left the small form, time to pay Karasu a Visit.

Karasu walked in the dark corners of his loveless heart, lost to the dark. The last think he remembered…. was a person who looked like Yugi moto…shouting PENALTY GAME!!


Owari

Ok silly fic, as a result of the new back massager we got in work.

Yami: that was fun Aribou.
Yugi: yes……lets go again. Poof
KITG: rolls eyes.
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