The Shape Of My Heart
Forever
The final chapter! Already! It
was so much fun writing this fic, especially because you people liked it! And I
got so many reviews, that is so amazing! Thanks to everybody who read this
story and special thanks to everybody who bothered to review as well! I would
have never dared to drem about so much acknowledgement! I love all of you!
Tared: -You’re rambling.-
Thanks for reminding me … wait,
you’re not supposed to be here! You’re a secret!
Tared: * shrugs and turns around
to leave * -Feh, whatever. It’s not like you are in the position to tell me
what to do or not!-
Um, … yeah, well, anyway, here
comes the last chapter:
Chapter Nine: Forever
“Hey, Grandpa, we’re going out!”
//Are we?// he inquired in my
head.
/Shut up, Yami./
I blushed furiously, shooting
him a glance over my shoulder.
“Okay, guys, Have fun!” Grandpa
shouted back from the shop.
I smiled up at Yami and took his
hand, pulling him out of the front door and towards the car.
“How dare you imply something
like that? That was not fair of you,” I accused him.
He smiled, leaning forward and
pecking me on the lips.
“We are just going to have a
picknick, I had no other intentions,” he said innocently, wearing a cocky
smile.
I blushed again as he opened the
door to the passengerseat for me, waiting until I was inside and closing it for
me. He then walked around the car, took his seat and started the engine, all
the time grinning to himself.
The ride didn’t take long, we
just wanted to go somewhere out of the city, someplace nice. After around half
an hour, Yami pulled onto a small, non-paved road leading to beautiful
clearing, the sea murmering not far away.
“There, isn’t it beautiful,” he
asked, taking a deep breath, flashing me that overwhelming smile of his as we
got out of the car.
We pulled out the blanket and
settled down, me sitting in his lap, both of us enjoying the closeness. It was
a great day, the sun shining down on us and a soft breeze nuzzling the trees
nearby, causing the leaves to rustle silently while birds were chirping
everywhere. It was simply wonderful and the time seemed to rush by without us
noticing. And as the sun began to set, painting the heaven in soft yellows,
oranges and reds, we were still sitting there in each others arms, engulfed in
the others warmth.
We finally decided to go back
home after sunset, an uncomfortable silence setteling between us that was my
fault.
I sighed after a while the
events from our departure earlier that day didn’t seem to leave me alone. They
kept on replaying themselves in my head.
“Yami?” I asked in a quiet voice
as he pulled up in front of the game shop.
“Hm,” he said softly, turning
towards me as he unfastened his seatbelt.
“What if …, you know, … what if
I wanted you to have other intentions about today?”
He stiffened for a moment before
he looked into my eyes. His eyes were wide, maybe with shock.
“Were did that come from?” he
asked, stunned.
I blushed a deep red, finding my
lap a lot more interesting than his eyes at the moment.
“I don’t know. It just didn’t
leave me alone since we left. I love you and we are together for half a year
now. I wouldn’t mind if we did a bit more than just kissing.”
He chuckled, leaning forward a
bit to whisper into my ear.
“But it’s not like we have to do
something like that,” he said, his hot breath causing me to shiver.
“But I want to,” I whispered
back, pulling back a bit to look into his eyes.
He smiled, leaning in and
kissing me lightly on my lips.
“You sure about that? You know
you don’t have to push yourself,” he asked, concern showing in his voice.
I nodded, leaning forward and
kissing him on the lips like he did a moment before.
Yami got out of the car, coming
around to my side. After opening the door, he held out his hand and pulled me
out of the seat int into his arms.
“Come on, love, “ he said in a
seductive voice.
I giggled a bit, throwing my
arms around his neck as he lifted me up and carried me towards the door.
He kissed my cheek as he opened
it and walked up the stairs and into our room. He closed the door behind us,
locking it.
He slowly set me down on the
floor and looked into my eyes, searching them.
I smiled confidently up at him,
pulling him down into a kiss, my arms still locked around his neck.
“Okay then, Aibou. But if I hurt
you, you say so and I will stop. Got that? I want this to be special,” he said,
kissing me back.
But this kiss was different from
all we shared before. It was more passionate and fierce the tip of his tongue
running over my lower lip, seeking entrance. I complied slowly, letting him
explore my mouth while his hands were running up and down my sides. We soon had
to pull apart for the need of air, though, both of us panting heavily. But Yami
didn’t give me time to think, pecking my lips again and then placing
feathersoft kisses to my cheeks, then to my neck, his hands slowly sliding
underneath my shirt as he pulled me towards the bed. All this new sensation
were overwhelming me, crashing down on my senses. My hands began to roam his
chest on their own account when I felt his tender hands on my skin while he was
nipping on my collarbone. He lifted my shirt over my head, throwing it away and
kissing me demandingly again. He slowly lowered me on my back, stopping a
moment to get rid of his own shirt. The sight made my eyes go wide, my hands
lifting automatically to touch his soft skin.
He chuckled. In all this while I
didn’t know he was ticklish.
“Careful, Aibou.”
I had to giggle as well, moving
my hands to his back. He lay down on top of me, trailing soft kisses down to my
chest. I just enjoyed the skin on skin contact, wriggeling lightly under his
touches. He started to lick one of my nipples, biting down slightly, rolling it
around with his tongue causing me to moan and to arch my back. His hands were
stroking my sides again, slowly moving to the waistband of my pants. He
unbottened und unzipped them, all the while tormenting my nipples with his hot
mouth and free hand, making me gasp in pleasure.
He pulled away completely,
looking into my lustfilled eyes again, asking for permission. I wasn’t sure
whether I could trust my voice at that moment, so I just nodded in agreement
and lifted my hips a bit. He got the hint and agonizingly slowly pulled down my
pants and boxers. I breathed in sharply as he pulled the pants over my
erection, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He discarded the offending
objects and leaned down again, sucking on my earlobe.
“Not … fair, Yami. Y-You … wear
too … much,” I forced out, my breath hitching.
He chuckled deep in his throat,
pulling away and guiding my hands down to his leatherpants.
“Then, you will have to do
something about that,” he whispered in his deep sexy voice.
I gasped again, unbottening his
pants and pulling them down as slowly as he did it. He moaned and arched his
back, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp merely a small groan from the
back of his throat escaping.
“Yugi, … you teaser … ,” he
breathed out.
I stopped when I had the pants
down to his knees, staring at his erection. He looked down at me, a smirk
playing on his lips. My mouth hung open, but he didn’t give me time to stare.
He leaned down and kissed me, his hands gliding down and closing around my
shaft. I moaned his name into the kiss, hips buckling into his touch. He
trailed kisses down my torso and just stopped at the head of my cock, flicking
his tongue out and over the sensitive shin. I arched my back into his caresses,
my hands running through his silklike hair. He took me in slowly, his teeth
scraping down my dick. I buckled my hips again and nearly made him gag, but he
held me down as he started bobbing his head. His skilled tongue and lips caused
frictions I was not able to endure very long, being over-sensitive to every
slight brushing of my skin against his.
“Y-Yami … I think …” I wasn’t
able to finish the broken sentence when I came into his mouth, a deafening
scream escaping me. He swallowed all of it, looking up into my face, smiling
and running his tongue deliciously over his swollen lips.
He crawled back up to me,
locking our lips yet again, one of his hands roaming through the bedside table.
He let something drop beside him, but he didn’t give me a chance to see what it
was, keeping me busy by delving his tongue into my ear. He pulled away a bit
and whispered in a husky voice:
“I’m afraid this is going to
hurt, love. But I promise it will get better soon.”
He retrieved what I could now
make out as a bottle of lube from beside us and coated three of his fingers
with the substance.
“You did plan this after all then,”
I said, kissing him on the tip of his nose.
He smiled, shaking his head.
“No, I just know you better than
anybody else,” he whispered seductively before kissing me again.
I felt one slick finger enter me
the same moment and I spreed my legs a bit further what I assume was out of
instinct. It didn’t hurt at first, but as the second finger joined, I felt a
stinging causing me to squirm under Yami and he immediately held still in his
administrations.
“Everything alright, Aibou,” he
soothed, “it will feel better soon.”
He waited a moment longer before
he began to move again, pushthe the third finger in. I cried out in pain and he
stopped again, kissing me on the forehead and waiting until I adjusted. He
began to pull his fingers out and push them in in a steady rhythm, going deeper
with every time he did it. It didn’t take long for him to find the right spot
and I gasped as he hit it, warmth flowing through me, a strange whiteness
blinding me and all pain was forgotten as it took my senses away.
He seemed to be contend with
this reaction and pulled his fingers out and I whimpered at the loss of them,
feeling awkwardly empty. Yami used the lube again, this time coating his
wheeping erection. He leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss as
he positioned my legs around his waist and his cock at my entrance. He pushed
in slowly, careful to cause as little pain for me as possible. It hurt like
hell, I felt like being torn apart and I forced myself not to scream in agaony.
When he was seated to the hilt, tears were streaming down my cheeks. He
realized it instantly, though, and kissed them away.
“I’m sorry, love,” he said in a
soothing voice, not daring to move. “We can stop immediately, if you want me
to.”
I shook my head fiercly, tears still
flowing, and cupped his cheeks with my hands. I leaned up a bit and kissed him
softly on the lips.
“Don’t. I want this, Yami … I
want you. Just give me a moment,” I breathed, painting heavily, trying to keep
my voice steady.
He nodded and started to place
soft kisses on my face and neck. I closed my eyes and when he kissed my lips
again, I responded and rolled my hips a bit. It didn’t hurt so much anymore and
Yami seemed to take this as a sign and slowly began to pull out a bit. He set a
slow pace and tried to find the right angle, in which he succeeded quite
quickly. I groaned when he hit my prostate, a burning sensation running through
my whole body. The pace got faster after a while, Yami hitting the right spot
over and over again. We moaned and screamed together, sharing all those
feelings.
My neglected cock was rockhard
again and Yami began to stoke me in time with his thrusts, making me meet them
through buckling my hips. His talented fingers caused me to come all over us
again, shouting.
“Yami!!!”
He was soon to follow, my croch
and insides clenching with my orgasm, him thrusting a few times more before he
arched his back, screaming my name.
He collapsed beside me, pulling
me into a warm embrace, the both of us panting heavily from exhaution. He
kissed my forehead, holding me so close to him that I could hear his heart
racing in his chest. He pulled the blanket over us, cradeling me close to him.
“We’ll be together forever.
You’ll always be mine and no one will ever take you away from me,” he whispered
sotly into my ear.
I smiled into his chest,
snuggeling closer as I whipered back in a sleepy voice:
“Forever.”
It’s over! * sniffs *
I hope you enjoyed reading! It
was my first lemon and I’m not quite content with it. But, I had to start
somewhere, didn’t I?
Ahm, for those who wondered,
Tared is my yami. No use hiding him any longer. My sister kept strangeling him
to near death in order to keep him quiet, but obviousely, he won.
Actually he is tolerable most of
the time, but sometimes he’s just crazy and bad tempered. Not to say insane,
but whose yami isn’t? He’s my darker half after all.
* ducks from a stone thrown at
her head *
Tared: -Watch your mouth,
hikari!-
Me: * raises an eyebrow * That
was not nice!
Tared: * shrugs * -As if I
cared!-
I do believe that everybody has
a dark side in himself/herself and whether people surpress it, let it loose and
be taken over or let it breathe and live for itself, it’s their own personal
choice.
No one is completely free of
darkness, that is impossible.
Tared: -My luck!-
Yugi’s Tenshi