The Bet

chapter 10: first date and a fearful destination


Yugi stood nervously by the door, chewing his soft, full lower lip and peering anxiously out into the darkness. It was Friday night, quarter to eight, and Yami would be here shortly. Then he and Yami would leave on their date. His very first date! And it was with Yami, too! The little one squealed with nervous anticipation and clasped his hands together, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly.

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, and his blood rushed through his veins, making him giddy, light headed, and incredibly happy. The small one pranced about the rug, smiled at his grandfather, looked out the window again, then back up at the clock, then back out the window.

He couldn't wait for Yami to come. His heart was already racing, ready to burst in his chest, and he felt very light headed. He had never been on a date before; indeed, he'd never even been out with anyone his own age! The only times Yugi ever left the house was to accompany his grandfather on Saturday shopping trips, or to run small errands. Tonight was going to be a thrilling adventure for the little one, a dream come true. For, until tonight, Yugi had only been able to dream about going out with a friend and having a good time.

But a part of him was also terrified. He did not know how he was supposed to behave on a date. He'd come home from school, kicked off his snow and slush soddened shoes, and raced upstairs to his bedroom. It had taken him from the time he got home until 7:30 to decide what to wear. He hoped Yami liked it; it was one of his best outfits. But he wasn't so sure if he would. A thousand insecurities plagued the petite, fragile boy. What if Yami didn't like what he was wearing? What if he embarrassed Yami out in public? What if he did something, or said something wrong? What if Yami lost interest in him? Yugi whimpered a bit and closed his eyes, pushing back the tears as he clutched his hands together nervously.

"Yugi, are you alright?" The elderly man heard his grandson's soft whimper.

Yugi jumped, a ball of nervous energy, and turned to face his gratherther, putting a jumbled smile upon his face. "Y-yes, Grandpa. I'm just a bit nervous." he added, wanting to tell his grandfather the truth.

"Are you sure you want to go out? It's alright if you turn him down, Yugi." His grandfather was worried about the little one. He had heard things about Yami, and what a trouble maker the boy was, even though he came from a relatively wealthy family. Despite his earlier talk with the young boy, Yugi still had been insistent on going out, and his grandfather, remembering what it was like to be so foolish and young, had reluctantly agreed.

Seeing the worry in his grandfather's eyes, Yugi went over to him and hugged his rotund body, nuzzling against his shirt. "I'll be alright, Grandpa. It's only going to be for a couple of hours."

Yugi's grandfather sighed, then hugged the tiny child back. He was so worried; Yugi had never been out before, indeed, he didn't have any friends, and the boy was so small and helpless- he could be taken advantage of very easily. Then, not wanting to frighten his grandson any further, he changed his tone. "My sweet little boy. You're growing up so fast, Yugi. It seems like only yesterday you were running around in diapers."

Yugi felt his face burn, and he pulled back with a wide eyed, wild look on his face. "Grandpa!" He cried out, horrified. He looked about abashedly, even though Yami wasn't there yet for him to be embarrassed. Oh, he prayed to God that he wouldn't make himself look like an idiot in front of Yami, the epitome of cool. "You promised! Please, Grandpa, I don't want to look like an idiot on my very first date!"

His grandpa chuckled, then Yugi returned to his nervous, jittery vigil. He crossed his fingers and hopped up and down, hoping that Yami hadn't changed his mind. That terrifying thought turned Yugi's heart momentarily to ice, and he stiffened. He continued to look up and down the darkened street, searching by the light of the street lamps for Yami's car. Every time he heard the sound of an oncoming vehicle, his head pricked up, and he grew hop, bu, but then the cars would whoosh by his house. None of them were Yami.

Yugi's eyes flew to the clock. Five 'til eight. Yami still had five minutes. Maybe...maybe his watch was slow, or there was traffic; Yugi had overheard other kids at school talking about how horrible Friday night traffic was, or maybe Y'd g'd gotten lon hin his way here, or he simply didn't want to come, maybe this was some cruel joke- Thoughts like those ran around in the little one's head, until he shook it rly. ly.

He stomped his feet, shot his grandpa a nervous grin, then pressed his face against the frost tinted glass, his eyes straining to see once more, his heart see-sawing up and down as vehicles rushed by, on their way to different destinations.

Eight o'clock. No Yami. Yugi was growing frantic, various scenarios once again running through his mind, but he stubbornly stood by the door, waiting, watching, and fighting thrvourvous urge to go pee.

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Yami sped down the road to Yugi's house, remembering the way easily. His dice swayed on his rearview mirror, and his sneakered foot pressed slightly on the gas pedal, the engine humming then sped up yet another five miles over the speed limit. His foot switched from gas to break and he came to a stop outside of Yugi's house, in the middle of the narrow road.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, debating whether or not to go up to Yugi's door and get him. Normally, when picking someone up, he just pulled up, honked the horn, and they got it. However, Yugi was different. Yami had never dated anyone like Yugi before, and he was sure Yugi- the sweet, innocent, and conservative type- set store by good manners.

Which meant a walk to the door and a chat with the old geezer the little one lived with. Yami sighed. The lengths he would go just to win a fucking bet with that idiot Bakura, who was probably getting drunk off his ass and higher than hell. And the sight of him rubbing his own cock at graduation wasn't all that appealing.

But the image of Yugi...sweet, naive, virgin little Yugi....his soft, small body below him, legs splayed wide, warm, slick and ready for Yami...... the senior smirked and nodded, his eyes flashing lust. But he quickly changed his train of thought before he got a hard on. Yeah, showing up with a stiff dick would make a wonderful impression upon the parenfigufigure. Sighing, Yami got out of the car. The things his crazy hormonal body made him do just for a little nookie.

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Grandfather watched with relief as he saw a car pull up. Yugi was looking in the other direction as he heard the car coming, and, just as he was turning his head, the old man called out his name. "Yugi."

Sure it was just another passing car, not Yami, Yugi turned to his legal guardian. "Yes?"

"Remember what Id yod you earlier."

"Grandpa!" Yugi's face was flushed red at the mere memory. "You know I don't drink or do drugs, and as for s-" The little one immediately stopped, the mental image of Yami fully naked, his lean, lightly muscled and well toned body dripping with sweat, his crimson eyes warm with passion and lust, leaning over him.....

Yugi squealed and shook his head, his face heating up even more as he tried to get the picture out of his head. He knew those were bad thoughts; sex was for marriage only, and he shouldn't think them, but part of him wasn't as appalled as he should've been.

Yugi jumped and squealed once again when he was shaken from his reverie by a knock on the door, his thundering heart leapingo hio his throat. He turned around with wide, dark lavender eyes shining with apprehension and delight as he saw Yami's face peering back at him through the door. He scrambled to open it, almost tripping on the rug in his haste.

"Y-yami." He saidathlathlessly, gazing at him with wide eyed adoration. Yami's handsome, smooth features were in their characteristic smirk that he always seemed to wear, except the night wind blew his jagged yellow bangs into his face, obscuring his crimson eyes as they flickered back and forth. He wore his leather coat and gloves, a spiked black leather collar, wide legged black jeans with blue and silver flames on the bottoms, and black Skechers. His shirt was hidden by his zippered jacket, and the little one couldn't make out any details on his lean figure in the darkness.

"Hello, Yugi." Yugi gasped and took a nervous step back as, after minutes of standing out in the cold, Yami invited himself in, since the sophomore was too awe struck to move. In the light of the warm kitchen, the little one saw a metal bar ring at the end of Yami's left eyebrow, and two stud earrings in his left ear lobe. The littne sne suddenly wished he could be cool like Yami; he wanted body piercings, too. But Grandpa didn't allow him.

Yami's eyes raked over every inch of Yugi as the little one stared at him. He nearly frowned when he saw what the boy was wearing. Cream corduroy jeans with a thick, baby blue and black sweater and black sneakers. Not sexy or tantalizing at all. The image of Yugi, soft warm and welcoming, nude body bathed in candlelight, sprang to Yami's mind. His eyes widened at the unbidden thought, and he and Yugi continued to look at each other, lost in their own little world, neither one saying a word.

Yugi's grandpa cleared his throat, breaking the spell and causing Yami to notice him for the first time. The teen hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand, introducing himself. Grandpa nodded and returned his greeting, then asked Yami what his plans for the evening were.

"A dinner and a movie." Yami nodded as Yugi shrugged himself into his coat then struggled with his thick, childish mittens.

Grandpa nodded as Yugi buttoned himself up, gazing fondly at his grandson. "Have him home by eleven thirty at the latest."

Yami nodded then turned to go back out to his car. He hated r per people and authority figures; he always felt so uncomfortable and uneased around them. That stemmed from his rebellious nature and being in trouble all of the time. Yugi gave his grandfather a quick hug and kiss on his bristly cheek before heading out after Yami, whs was waiting on the porch for him.

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Yugi gazed out the window at the dark outlines of buildings, trees, street lamps, and other moving vehicles with their blinding headlights fly by. He still couldn't believe how fast Yami's car was, nor how loud the engine was. It had to be more than just a regular car; it was wider and lower to the ground than most cars.

They had been on the road for fifteen minutes, Yami keeping his eyes on the road and struggling to keep dirty thoughts of Yugi out of his head. He didn't want to tempt himself to do anything too soon with the sweet, beautiful boy. Yugi licked his lips nervously then shifted his small bum, which his hands were underneath. When he looked down at his lap, the seatbelt nearly cut into his throat and he was tempted not to wear one, like Yami.

Finally getting comfortable enough to get the courage to speak, Yugi kept his eyes locked on the dashboard and whispered softly. "Y-yami? What movie are we- we g-going to see?"

Yami blinked, surprised that the little one was the firo spo speak, instead of waiting for him. He quickly recovered, his pierced eyebrow raising then shrugging his shoulders. "It doesn't matter to me; you can pick."

Yugi gasped and his gorgeous violet eyes widened with surprise. "I-" He" He didn't want to pick the movie;didndidn't know which ones were playing, let alone if they were any good or not, and he didn't know what kind of movies Yami liked. He started to tremble, feeling a bit overwhelmed, but then he bit his lip and took deep breaths, forcing himself to be brave. "W-what kind of m-movies do you l-like, Y-yami?"

Yami tore his crimson eyes momentarily from the road to glance at his tiny date. Since they weren't passing under any street lamps, and no cars passed them, he couldn't make out his sweet face in the darkness, but he could hear the ever present fear and uncertainty in Yug wav wavering voice. The poor boy really didn't get out much. "Action and horror. Usually anything rated R or NC-17."

Yugi gasped softly, then numbly nodded his head. He shouldn't have been surprised. He, himself, had only been to the movies when his grandfather took him to the discount theatres, which showed movies that were done running at the regular theaters and were soon to be released on video and DVD. All he'd mostly seen were Disney movies; the highest rating he'd ever been to see was PG-13, and that had been only once, when he and his grandpa went to see Adam Sandler's Eight Crazy Nights last Christmas.

Yami bit back a sigh as Yugi grew quiet again. He was tempted to turn his stereo on, but the loud volume and pounding base would probably frighten the already terrified, timid boy, so he kept it off. He could hear the petite, fragile boy shifting in his seat, and whenever they passed under a street light or a passing car's headlights, he stole quick glances at the tiny boy. Yugi had his head down, his face hidden, twiddling his thumbs andkingking so scared and unsure.

And Yami didn't want him to feel like that. He wanted Yugi to become comfortable around him, to trust him. How else was he going to get teauteautiful, innocent angel in bed with him? At least, that's what he told himself.

"So, Yugi, did you decide yet?"

Yugi's head flew up, and he strained to see Yami through the darkness. "Y- yami.....I-I.....I'm n-not v-very g-good at picking o-out m-movies....m- maybe you should do it instead, anything is fine by me." He breathed the last part out in a rush, loosing his nerve.

A truck whizzed past them, one of the very few vehicles that were going faster than they were, and Yami nodded in the blinding yellow light of the headlights so Yugi could see. "Alright, then I'll pick, but if you don't like it, just say something, alright? Don't be afraid, Yugi. I won't laugh at you, or think you're stupid just because you don't like something." ugi ugi smiled nuslyusly, his jewel like amethyst eyes shinning with relief. "R-really?"

"You have my word, little one. Now, I'm hungry, are you?"

"Y-yeah." Yugi was smiling gratefully at Yami, his eyes shimmering with unshed, happy tears.

Hearing him sniffle, Yami reached over and gave his hand a brief squeeze. "Let me take you to T.G.I. Friday's for dinner. They have some of the best ribs in town. Do you like barbequed ribs, Yugi?"

Yugi nodded and returned Yami's squeeze, loving it when Yami held his hand, even though they were separated by leather and wool. He took Yami's one hand in both of his, shivering and clinging to it.

Yami smiled, hoping that Yugi would keep growing bolder and more comfortable around him. But this was only their first date; he knew he had a long way to go in winning Yugi's innocent heart, and trust, and then he'd have his soft little body. "Good. We'll decide the movie after dinner, when we get to the theatre."

Yugi smiled up at Yami, and, still holding his hand, relaxed back into the leather seat.

tbc......