Artists Of The Floating World

This chappie is what y’all’ve been waiting for. We’re gonna check in on lil Yugi-chan! And OMG this chappie is H-O-T!!!

I warn you now, citrus ahead. No, not lemon &cough& not yet &cough& but working up to said lemon.

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WARNINGS: This chapter contains citrus. If you are uncomfortable with that, do not precede any further. But for those of you who enjoy it, please, read on!

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“Don’t be so shy, my little one.”

Yugi felt burning crimson eyes rake over his small form. He felt naked, exposed, in the two thin, sheer layers of his sleeping robes. He was used to the many thick, opaque and restrictive layers of his formal, silk kimonos, especially in the presence of a male.

Under his painted face, Yugi’s cheeks were burning. His head was lowered, hands clasped, and body scrunched, trying to make himself as small as possible. His heart was still in his chest. It was afraid to beat, in case this was just a dream.

This was what he’d always wanted. His heart’s desire was coming true, at least for this night. Now that it was real, why did he wish he was still dreaming?

A confident hand caressed along his jaw line, smearing the white powder and paste, and the little maiko jumped. “You’re so beautiful, and I’m your first.” The prince chuckled, his voice low and sultry. Yugi shivered and stared into the deep eyes he’d dreamed of.

Yami’s eyes burned a deep ruby with lustful fire that scorched Yugi’s soul and made his heart jump to life. Yugi gave a stiff, formal bow, as if he were trapped in a restricting kimono. “Yami-dono.” He gestured smoothly with a porcelain hand to the two bedrolls laid side by side in the middle of the floor. His blue and white sleeves rolled up, exposing a thin, white wrist. Yami licked his lips.

Yugi had been so shocked and enamored with the prince he’d barely even noticed his new room. It was nothing special; it was shaped and furnished the same as the other geishas. But it was his, and that’s what made it special. That, and his Yami was in it.

Yami walked around Yugi, pressing his bigger body into the maiko’s. Yugi instinctively wanted to look down and blush, but he was held captive by the lust in those eyes.

Yami smiled and casually flung himself onto the thin mattress and blankets, hands folded behind his head. “This is your first time. Don’t be so formal- enjoy it. I enjoyed mine.”

Yugi inched closer to his futon, staring down at the sprawled royalty. Yami was so beautiful. And he’d paid a lot of money for Yugi’s virginity. It was just luck for Yugi, a gift from the kami, that Yami had bid the most. Even if the mizuage was a private ceremony, Yugi was still bound by the rules and etiquette of the flower and willow world.

Slowly, the tri-colored maiko sank to his knees, bowed, then lay on the flat mattress, a limp and pretty doll. All the while, he could feel Yami’s piercing gaze raking over him, searing through his thin robes and burning his slender, untouched body.

Yugi tried to hold his tongue and follow protocol, but his curiosity peaked and he blurted out, “You had a mizuage, too?”

Yami raised himself up on his elbows and laughed. He gazed down at Yugi, studying his petite body. “No, not like you. Not like this. I was a virgin once, though. Everyone is. I don’t remember much, but I knew I enjoyed it.” He smirked. “So did my partner.”

He leaned over Yugi, their faces inches apart. Yugi’s body heated, wanting Yami to press against him, their bodies touching and rubbing together, flesh on naked flesh. The prince’s breath was warm as it washed over his painted face, and smelled of sake.

“You’re beautiful, like a doll.” He cupped Yugi’s cheek and just stared down at him. Yugi stared back, eyes looking into each other’s souls. Yami’s pupils were big and dark, consuming the red irises. Yugi licked his lips, wanting Yami to lower his head and kiss him.

But he shouldn’t- it wasn’t proper or respectful to look Yami straight in the eye. Yugi’s eyes widened at that thought and he hastily lowered his thick lashes demurely. Yami’s hand felt warm on his powdered cheek.

Yami closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “Ah, what a life we lead! Who wouldn’t want to be us? But the more the privilege, the more the price. But tonight, I want to forget all that. Forget the world. Tonight, just you and me.”

Yami ran the pad of his thumb over Yugi’s full, lower lip, smearing the red coloring. As he lowered his head, kissing Yugi’s slim, white throat, the maiko realized the prince was slightly buzzed. Not drunk or intoxicated; the sake was only affecting him a little. He wasn’t hammered or blasted. Just enough to let him loosen his inhibitions and let go his restraint.

Yami was always so contained, so formal. In high society, they all were, hiding behind masks. They were characters in a play, hearts hidden and lives scripted.

Not tonight. Yami had drunk sake to make him bold. Tonight, he wasn’t the son of the emperor, but Yami. And Yugi wasn’t a maiko- he was Yugi. The masks had slipped off without the virgin’s knowledge. And this spoke volumes.

Yami had started this- he allowed it. Which meant, during all those times in the tea houses and gardens, he had felt the pull of their hearts, too. That was all Yugi had ever wanted. What he yearned for. They could never be lovers- it was forbidden. They were bound by their roles in society. Yugi needed his role to survive. That was what put food in his mouth, clothes on his back, a roof over his head. But they had tonight.

Yugi laid his hand atop Yami’s larger one and the prince leaned back, straddling Yugi. “When my honored father passes, I’ll be emperor. I’m to marry in three days. But you’ll always be the empress of my heart.”

Yugi made a chocked sound and tears welled in his shimmering violet eyes. “Sh.” Yami lowered himself, weight supported on his braced arms. He nuzzled Yugi’s slender throat, white powder coating his nose.

Yugi closed his eyes, forgetting about the morning. There was only the night, him and Yami. The prince kissed a sensitive spot just below Yugi’s jaw. The little maiko moaned, relaxing under him, then shuddered when the crown prince ran his teeth over the moist skin.

Yami ran his hand down Yugi’s chest; Yugi felt the heat of Yami’s body through his thin robes. Yami pressed one leg in between Yugi’s, which were splayed as far as his robes would allow. Yami undid his own sash, tossing it aside. His dark blue silk slipped loose, revealing smooth skin and lean, defined muscles.

The only skin Yugi had ever seen was that of other geishas and maikos when they bathed. Tentatively, he reached up, lightly touching the warm skin. When Yami didn’t jerk away or tell him to stop, Yugi grew bold, running both hands over those broad shoulders, feeling the bones and sinew under golden skin.

Yugi’s violet eyes flew wide when his own sash was untied, and his robes pushed away. His pale, soft body was exposed before the prince, who pulled back, staring admiringly. “Beautiful.” Yami murmured. Yugi squirmed, looking down and wishing his makeup hadn’t smeared.

As Yami slid off his own robe, Yugi peeked up at him through a veil of dark lashes. The prince had Yugi’s white makeup smeared across his face. Yugi giggled, pulling his arms out of his robes, now completely naked save for his tabi.

With a sultry look, then naked prince was atop him once more, kissing him ardently, tongue plundering Yugi’s sweet mouth. Yami’s hips bucked forward, his full arousal brushing between Yugi’s thighs. Yugi whimpered, his cry swallowed by Yami. Heat from Yami’s hardness spread from in between Yugi’s legs to the rest of his body.

Yugi moaned, closing his eyes and pulling Yami down on top of him. This felt so good, so right. They were made for each other. Yugi’s thoughts were numb; he wasn’t coherent. His brain was flooded with stimuli from his exploding senses. He was lost in the pleasure of the flesh.

Tbc…

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