Blackwater Indiscretions

*A/N I know I've been horrible about posting lately. I hope this can somewhat make up for it. And don't worry, there's more on the way.

PS: Don't own, don't sue.

Yami sat nervously on the sofa, his crimson eyes gazing back and forth between the window and the clock. His lips were set in a grim line, his mind working overtime trying to make sense of the past two days. He had said goodbye to Malik earlier that morning, not surprised that he was grateful to see him go. The subsequent hours since the teen’s departure had been spent questioning and re-questioning himself and his beliefs. Never in his life would he have ever thought that he’d even consider taking part in such a thing. But now here he sat, alone, waiting for his ray of light to chase away some of the darkness.
He wasn’t sure what to expect when Yugi arrived. Would it still be alright to embrace him? To kiss him? Things were different now. He was different. And if he had changed so much in so short a time what would Yugi be like? Yugi who had never known the touch of another had given himself to two separate men in two days.
Yami shook his head, willing reason to return to his thinking. This was Yugi, after all. He doubted that even Bakura’s sadistic nature could extinguish his boyfriend’s gentle light. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
A gentle knock at the door chased away the remainder of his mental fog. “Enter.”
Yugi stepped inside the familiar room, uncertain as to whether or not his presence would be welcome. “Hi, Yami,” he said softly.
The older teen frowned slightly. He hadn’t seen Yugi so timid around him in a long time. It wasn’t a pleasant reminder. “Yugi, are you alright?”
“Yeah,” came the quiet reply.
Yami raised an eyebrow. “You are certain?”
Yugi’s eyes lowered to his feet and he slowly shook his head. “No,” he whispered.
Yami was on his feet in an instant. He rushed to his lover and pulled him into a comforting embrace. “What is it, love?”
After a lengthy pause Yugi spoke. “Are you angry with me?” he asked timidly.
“What?” Yami asked, surprised. “Why would I be angry?”
“Because of what I’ve done this weekend.”
A low chuckle sounded before the older teen could reign it in. “Yugi, I would have no right to be upset about that. This was something that we all agreed upon, remember?”
“I know,” Yugi replied. “But you and I didn’t really get a chance to talk about it before…you know, it happened.”
Yami leaned down and placed a small kiss on his boyfriend’s temple. “You know that had I been opposed to it I would not have agreed to it in the first place.”
Yugi nodded. “I just don’t want any of this to mess up what we have together.”
“Why would it?”
Yugi didn’t respond.
“Love?” Yami pressed.
“Marik asked if I would see him again…you know, after this weekend.”
Yami blinked. This was something that had never entered his mind…not even during his self-psychiatric evaluation while waiting for the teen’s arrival. “And?”
Another pause. “I couldn’t give him an answer.”
“Do you want to see him again?”
The reply came in the form of a tortured whisper. “Maybe.”
For some reason the thought didn’t upset him as much as he thought it would have. “Yugi, it’s alright,” he soothed. “I’m not angry with you.”
Hesitant amethyst eyes blinked up in wonderment. “You’re not?”
“Of course not. And if you want to pursue that sort of relationship with Marik I won’t stop you.”
“But Yami…what about us? I don’t want to lose you.”
“Who said anything about losing me?”
Yugi took a step back, out of his lover’s arms. “But…it wouldn’t be fair to you,” he argued.
“What wouldn’t be fair would be for me to deny you the right to explore your own sexuality. Yugi, I am the first man you had ever been with. It would be unrealistic for me to expect to be the only.”
“But what about you, Yami?”
The older teen chuckled again. “Yugi, I’ve had my share of partners. I’m no stranger to this sort of thing.”
Now it was Yugi’s turn to laugh. “Just how many ‘partners’ have you had?”
“More than you,” Yami replied with a grin.
Yugi returned the smile. “I love you,” he said with conviction.
“And I love you.”
“C’mere,” Yugi said, his eyes darkening with desire.
Yami complied with ease, taking his lover into his arms. He leaned down and captured Yugi’s lips with his own, pleased when his lover didn’t hesitate, but opened to him immediately. He could feel small hands clenching into fists in the material of his thin t-shirt.
Their kisses quickly turned more passionate as Yami’s hands relieved the younger teen of his shirt, eager for more contact as his fingers played upon the tender skin of Yugi’s upper arms, chest, and back. Though his caresses had not yet reached a level that could be called sexual, a small series of moans reached his ears as a reward for his patience and persistence. Patience that, naturally, didn’t last long.
Yugi sighed contentedly at Yami’s well-versed exploration of his chest, small mewls escaping his throat as strong fingers played over his nipples, pinching and pulling in alternating patterns. He allowed his head to fall back as warm lips traveled down his cheek, over his chin, finally coming to rest in the crook of his neck before parting to allow Yami’s blunt teeth access to the taut, sensitive flesh. He could endure the sweet torment only so long before stepping out of his lover’s embrace and descending gracefully to the floor, pulling the older teen with him.
Yami hovered above his boyfriend, the bulk of his weight being held up by his forearms placed on either side of the younger teen. He leaned down, claiming Yugi’s lips once again while pressing his hips forward, his erection straining against the tight leather of his pants as it ground against the bulge in Yugi’s. “Take them off,” he managed, breaking the kiss.
Yugi nodded, lifting his hips in the small space allotted and unbuttoned his jeans, carefully pulling down the zipper before wriggling out of them, boxers in tow. A low hiss erupted as Yami lowered himself back down, the cool leather meeting with his heated arousal. One arm snaked around Yami’s waist, the other higher, his hand tangling in his lover’s hair, cradling the older teen’s head as it bent down to take up a firm nipple. “Gods, Yami,” he breathed, the action firing bolts of pleasure straight to his cock.
A satisfied smile formed on the older teen’s lips as he reached down, fumbling with the button on his pants, intent on relieving some of the pressure that his pants caused. Task complete, he sat back, straddling Yugi’s hips, crimson eyes trained on his lover as he rose to his feet and peeled away the offending material. He moved to return to his position atop his lover but Yugi sat up, his small hands resting on Yami’s thighs. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the length of the older teen’s shaft, causing him to gasp, his hands settling on the back of Yugi’s head, urging him to continue.
Yugi smiled as his senses were filled with Yami’s distinct aroma. A myriad of scents that had come to represent everything he ever loved in this world. A heavy musk mixed with a lingering bit of patchouli from the soap that his lover insisted on using, even though doing so required that it be shipped from out of the country. After a brief pause to revel in the comforting familiarity he leaned in again, taking Yami’s length into his mouth. For the first time he was able to explore the silken flesh through the eye of someone who had experience with others. He was able to investigate thoroughly, his tongue memorizing every line, every ridge, every spot that elicited a pleasured moan from his boyfriend.
“Yugi, slow down,” Yami gasped, fighting to stave of his completion.
“No,” Yugi whispered. “I want to taste you.”
“Love…” All of his self control was focused on stopping himself from thrusting into his lover’s throat.
“Please, Yami,” Yugi pleaded. When met with no further argument he doubled his efforts, forming a tight seal with his mouth, his fingers digging into the flesh of Yami’s thighs.
This was something new. With a low growling moan Yami let go of his restraint, his hands fisting in the smaller teen’s hair as he complied with the request. “Gods…Yugi…” It was a miracle that he was able to remain standing. It was as though he hadn’t found release in months, so fierce was his climax.
Yugi eagerly swallowed the salty essence, his own cock firmer than ever before. He could feel the quivering in his lover’s muscles, relishing in the effect his ministrations had on the older teen. Only when Yami stepped back, unable to handle any more stimulation to his over-sensitive member, did Yugi relinquish his hold. He waited for Yami to sink to his knees before rising to his and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “I love you,” he said again.
“And I you, love,” Yami managed through gasping breaths. He fell back into a sitting position, his hands running through his disheveled hair.
A slow smile spread over Yugi’s lips and he lay back, his knees up, feet planted on the floor on either side of his lover. One arm rested behind his head in a makeshift pillow so that he could meet and hold Yami’s gaze as his other hand took hold of his own erection and began a slow, torturous rhythm.
Yami’s eyebrows raised at the blatant display of exhibitionism but he said nothing, unable to form words when the scene before him was so intriguing. His eyes tore from Yugi’s stare to look down at the small hand moving up and down, unable to maintain its leisurely pace. Somewhat shockingly he realized that his own cock was slowly swelling once again. He reached out to touch the glistening erection on display but Yugi’s hand caught his wrist just before he made contact.
“No,” he whispered huskily. “Watch.”
The older teen bit down hard on his lower lip, his hand coming to rest on Yugi’s knee. This was torment. He watched in silent fascination as his usually shy boyfriend began rocking his hips in time with his movements, his amethyst eyes falling closed as urgent whimpers flowed past his lips. “Yugi…love…”
Yugi slowed his pace once again. He was so close. But he wasn’t about to allow himself release yet. It felt too good to let go of so swiftly. When his climax again subsided he quickened his movements. “Yami…yessss…”
Almost unconsciously Yami’s own hand reached down to grasp his own cock, now, amazingly, fully erect again. He matched Yugi stroke for stroke. “I want you,” he breathed.
Yugi parted his knees a bit further in invitation. “Fuck me, Yami. Fuck me hard. Please…”
Whoever had taken possession over his lover’s body was having an amazing effect on Yami’s arousal. He wasn’t daft. He knew that the weekend’s escapades were solely responsible for Yugi’s bold behavior and requests. And he couldn’t say honestly that he was upset at the change. To see his beloved lying spread out in front of him, begging to be taken…it surpassed anything he could have forseen, anything he could have dreamt and hoped would come to pass. He rose again onto his knees and leaned over the smaller teen, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss before sitting back and pressing himself into Yugi’s body, only a little surprised at the lack of resistance he was accustomed to.
“Oh gods, yes,” Yugi cried out.
Yami pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt in the velvet softness. He could feel Yugi’s inner walls contracting around his member and had to struggle to keep his composure. He pulled back and pressed forward in a slow, fluid motion. “Shit, Yugi…”
“Harder,” Yugi insisted, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. He wrapped his legs around Yami’s waist and lifted his hips, riding Yami’s cock as well as he would had he been straddling the older teen’s lap.
Yami fell forward, his weight completely on his boyfriend as he pistoned his hips in and out at a pace that tore several short cries of pleasure from his lover’s throat.
“Yes…yes…Yami…gods…”
The older teen lowered his lips to Yugi’s throat, biting the sensitive skin there repeatedly in an effort to control himself. “So good,” he managed.
“Yami, I’m going to come,” Yugi declared several seconds later.
The admission drove Yami even closer to a second climax and he rose back onto his knees, gaining better leverage and increasing his tempo. “Come, love. Come for me.”
Yugi again reached down and took hold of his cock, jerking it roughly several times before the first jet shot forth, landing on his stomach. “Yami, yes…yes…” His free hand came down, pinching at his nipples, the added stimulus only fueling the fire of his orgasm, sending several more drops of pearlescent fluid sailing onto his chest.
Several seconds later his hands stilled, his movements ceased. Yami shifted position and moved to extract himself but the legs around his waist prevented it.
“No,” Yugi said again. “Finish. Fuck me until you come. I want you to come inside me, Yami.”
Only a moment’s hesitation at the blunt request was offered before Yami took hold of his boyfriend’s hips and regained his rhythm. “Yugi…shit…won’t be…long…”
“Show me you love me, Yami. Fuck me, come in me…show me…”
For the second time in only a few short minutes Yami found himself driven to orgasm, his cock giving Yugi exactly what he’d asked for, shooting deeply within, scalding the younger teens’ insides more so than they already were. “By the gods,” he gasped breathlessly, collapsing on his lover even before uncoupling. “Yugi…”
Yugi tightened his grip around Yami’s waist, reaching up to kiss him. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Finding the last of his strength, Yami rolled off of his boyfriend, coming to rest next to him. “Now how could you think that I would be going anywhere?” he asked playfully.
“I know you won’t, Yami,” the smaller teen replied. He looked down at the mess he’d created on himself. “We should take a shower,” he noted.
“We should. Come, I’ll run us a bath.” Yami offered his boyfriend a gentle kiss before rising from the bed to wobble unsteadily into the bathroom. Regardless of the events of the past two days he felt fantastic. He couldn’t remember ever have such a fulfilling encounter with his boyfriend. And had he any say in it it would only continue to evolve.


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