Artists Of The Floating World

Oi, I’m sorry I’m so late with this. I just really lost my flow, and only recently gotten it back. I got distracted for several reasons: One, most importantly, being I got a new job. I work in a lab, over 40 hours per week, plus I’m still in school. Between work and school, that leaves very little free-time. I’ve also gotten into 2 new fandoms; Naruto and Bleach.



But now I’m back in the groove with this story, so expect regular updates. (for once hehe…) also, Thank you to all of you lovely reviewers. I appreciate the time you take to review. However, I must address one reviewer who thinks the world should revolve around her own pig-headed opinions: (NOTE: to everyone else, feel free to skip ahead to the story, and I apologize for the long rant. But stupid is as stupid does, and stupid needs to be made an example of)



Kati-chan: I don’t mind constructive criticism. I’m not going to cry and angst over what’s said to me. When I fuck up, I can accept when it’s pointed out to me. However, that’s only for the technical shit. Like, say, one scene Ryou’s dress is blue in springtime, then the next it’s pink in winter and his name’s Lola. That’s a technical fuck-up and I’d deserve to be called a stupid-ass for making a mistake like that.



However, after 8 chapters into a story, don’t tell me my technical shit is good then whine and cry AND USE CAPITAL LETTERS to complain about how I screwed the characterization up. I wrote them that way on purpose. Why? Cuz I wanted to. It’s *my* story. If you don’t like how I portray them, then SHUT THE FUCK UP, K THX.



I’m writing this for my own fun and enjoyment. I post it so others can enjoy it, too. If you don’t like it, there’s a very simple solution. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. It’s no skin off my nose. I assure you, I won’t be loosing any sleep over it.



The only thing I wonder is if you hate the story that much, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU CONTINUE TO READ IT? Does it take you all 8 chapters to figure out that you don’t like it?



As to the claim that men don’t act like that, they aren’t that effeminate, and I’m completely butchering Ryou and Yugi…that’s your opinion, fine. You’re entitled to it. However, I don’t really give a fuck about your opinion. This is MY story. And I know quite a few gay men who DO act like that and prefer to always be on the bottom. So take your whining and opinions and go shove it.



Also, I am NOT going to give them an instant shot of testosterone and turn them into bulked up GI Joes. Have you completely missed the point of this story? It’s about GEISHA. I made Yugi and Ryou as ideal geisha- soft and willowy. The very thing you complain about. YET IT TOOK YOU EIGHT WHOLE CHAPTERS TO FIGURE THIS OUT? Yes, I break the gender stereotypes and I dare to use words that shouldn’t be used to describe men. *horrified gasp* Yet again, I reiterate, IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG TO FIGURE IT OUT???



I like my semes bulked up and masculine, but I like my ukes soft and feminine. Again, IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, DO NOT READ IT. This is my opinion, my preference MY story. You don’t like it? Go fuck yourself, cuz I don’t care. You can tell just from the title and summary that this is a very flowery “effeminate” fic, full of the whole “true love”/ romance thing. It’s not that hard to figure out. Again, if you don’t like it, why are you reading and whining about it?



So, NO, I WILL NOT CHANGE MY STORY JUST TO SUIT THE PREFERENCES/ COMPLAINTS OF ONE INDIVIDUAL.



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happiness



A cool night breeze ruffled Yugi’s tri-colored hair and flowing, sheer sleeping robes of gauzy green. The small geisha looked up at the bright moon, huge, violet eyes looking like pools of liquid ebony in his pale, moonlit face.



“Yugi.” He did not turn around at the velvety smooth, confident voice he knew so well, the voice that filled his heart with warmth and sent shivers down his spine.



“Yami.” Yugi whispered sadly, hearing the crown prince come up behind him and felt a warm, strong hand on his bony shoulder. “Why is fate so cruel?” He asked softly, still staring up at the moon.



Yami’s crimson eyes were focused on his moon-washed body, and he slipped his arms around Yugi’s slender frame, pulling him close and nuzzling his face into his hair. “Yugi, the world owes us nothing. In reality, it often makes demands of us that we do not wish nor want to fulfill. That is the way of life. But we still wish. We still want. We still hope. We must grasp what happiness we can.” His voice was tender in Yugi’s ear.



Yugi turned in his prince’s arms. “But poor Ryou…” he mumbled, tears shimmering in his eyes.



Yami gently wiped them away. He placed one finger under Yugi’s pointed chin, raising his cherubic face to look up at him. “Malik is a good man. Things could always be much worse. You must look at it that way. I’m just happy I have you. Let us grasp what happiness we can together.” Yami lowered his head, gently brushing his lips tenderly over Yugi’s soft ones.



Yugi instantly melted into the touch, arching his back and brazenly brushing his hips against Yami’s. Since his mizuage, something changed within him. What happened between a geisha and a danna at night was no longer a mystery. Yugi had only experienced it once, and he longed for that burning fire to be ignited again. He knew there would be pain involved, but that the pleasure would soon override it. The memory of Yami’s touch and taste, the feel of his hard, sweaty body and hot, panting breath, burned Yugi’s skin and made his insides tingle. He wanted Yami, and he wanted him now.



Yami’s crimson eyes widened in shocked pleasure and he smiled lustily as Yugi boldly brushed their crotches together. “What happened to my shy little maiko?” He purred.



Yugi’s large purple eyes popped wide open and he gasped softly, trying to pull away as he realized what he’d done. “Y-Yami-dono, I-I apology-“



Yami laid a calloused finger on Yugi’s petal-soft lips and pulled him back into his embrace. “Hush. Don’t. I was only teasing. I think I like this new side of you.”



Yugi lowered his thick black lashes, ivory cheeks flushing pink. “I-I’m sorry, Yami-dono. I-I just can’t help myself…” His voice was a barely audible whisper. No proper geisha should act like that, like a desperate, dirty whore. But here in the bedroom, in Yami’s arms, in the dark secrecy of the night, it was easy to forget the society and the rules that bound them. Here, it was just Yugi and Yami. The future emperor and the geisha were gone, put away until the light of day; all that remained were two young lovers wanting to twine their bodies together for all eternity.



“Yugi.” Yami’s voice was firm but gently, nudging Yugi to look up, and hesitantly he young geisha raised his eyes, peeking timidly up at Yami through a veil of thick eyelashes. Just the glimpse of that new, bold Yugi turned Yami on. Confidence in such a pretty doll was incredibly intoxicating and thrilling. It made Yami just want to grab Yugi, throw him down onto the bed and pound his soft body into the mattress so hard they both fell through the ceiling.



“It’s Yami. Just Yami. Please, Yugi, don’t hide from me. I liked that…I liked it a lot…please, baby…” Yami’s voice was thick and husky with his desire, lust-darkened eyes boring down into Yugi’s.



“R-really?” Yugi’s tone rose slightly, hopeful, ashamed and quivering. He liked it, too, even though it was not proper behavior. If word got out, he would be scandalized. Deep down, it felt so wrong to throw himself at Yami’s royal feet like that, but it also felt so right. Now that he knew what pleasures awaited him in Yami’s arms and bed, he needed no coaxing. He was eager to experience them again, and wanted even more this time.



“Y-Yami…” Yugi closed his eyes tightly and lifted his face up, pink lips quivering in a searching kiss, pale face still flushed bright red.



The young emperor-to-be grinned like a cat with the canary and dived in, ruthlessly plundering Yugi’s sweet lips with his own. He thrust his tongue into Yugi’s warm mouth, licking his teeth, gums, the roof of his mouth, everywhere, until they were both light-headed and dizzy with lack of oxygen. He wrapped his arms around Yugi’s body, yanking him to his own and thrusting their pulsing erections against one another, grinding them and making Yugi gasp softly into his mouth.



“Oh! Yami!” Yugi tugged on Yami’s clothes. His legs started shaking, body throbbing with desire. He could barely stand and leaned heavily on the taller male for support. He wanted to feel Yami’s sleek, muscled body sliding over his own. He wanted Yami naked. Now.



Yami chuckled slightly- who knew Yugi would be such a little wild cat in bed? It was a surprise, but it was a very pleasant, very welcoming surprise. Not as welcoming as spreading Yugi’s lithe legs, though. The crown prince groaned at the thought, finding their clothes currently encumbering. They needed to be naked. Now.



Without another word, he scooped Yugi up into his arms and kissed him again as he carried him to the bed. He dropped Yugi on the mattress, making Yugi gasp again and look up at him again with huge, lusty pools.



Yugi’s legs were splayed, his sleeping robes slipped open and revealing the smooth, porcelain skin all the way up to the tops of his thighs, and the collar slipped off of one bony shoulder. Yugi looked like a loose, wanton whore. Except he was all Yami’s. And he had never looked more ravishingly beautiful.



Yugi went to reach out a small hand to yank the prince down on top of him, but Yami beat him to it. He fell upon Yugi like a hungry, starved wolf upon a fresh kill. He kissed Yugi fiercely, and Yugi kissed him back, tongues twining and dueling together. Yugi’s arms wrapped around Yami’s neck, tangling in his hair and yanking Yami’s tongue further into his mouth while Yami’s hands busily untied the soft belt of Yugi’s sleeping robes, and the loose garments fell free. Then he untied his own.



They paused only long enough to throw clothing aside. Yugi looked at Yami, who knelt above him. Yami looked at Yugi. Then, they were all over each other once again, two sex-hungry, lust-crazed animals mating.



Yugi kissed Yami’s forehead while Yami hungrily rained kisses all over Yugi’s face, neck and torso. He licked at Yugi’s neck, nibbled on his earlobe, and bit at his sensitive, hard nipples. Yugi kissed all over his face, clenching his small hands in Yami’s hair and bucking his hips against Yami’s with each kiss.



Yami could take no more- he needed to be inside Yugi right now. He grabbed a bottle of lube while Yugi sucked and kissed at his neck and collarbone, kissing his Adam’s apple then biting his earlobe and tugging on it playfully.



They panted heavily, chests heaving and limbs quivering as Yami slicked his fingers with lavender scented oil then pulled Yugi into his lap. Yugi came willingly, still busily licking at Yami’s neck, now working on leaving the prince another large hickey. Yami slipped one finger gently inside Yugi. The little geisha squeaked and froze for a second; it still felt weird to have something inside him.



He stayed still in Yami’s arms, panting heavily with his own short arms twined around Yami’s neck, face buried against his shoulder. Yami sensuously stroked his back as he added a second, third, and finally fourth finger inside the stock-still Yugi. “Darling, its alright. “ he soothed as he lovingly stretched him.



“I know.” Yugi panted. “It still feels weird, though-ooooh!” His words turned into a soft, pleasured gasp as Yami’s questing digits found his sweet spot. He squirmed as Yami continued to stretch him, rocking backwards on Yami’s fingers, wanting to feel the hot jolts of white pleasure coursing throughout his body. Yami hit it again and again, teasing him. Yugi jerked with each touch, moaning and gasping, his erection rubbing against Yami’s taut stomach and making Yami’s own cock quiver in response.



“Yami. More. Now. Please. I need…more.” Yugi panted, groaning and rocking backwards encouragingly on Yami’s fingers. “I’m stretched. Please.” He begged helplessly.



Even in his lust, Yami was hesitant. He was afraid of hurting his little love. But hearing the little geisha moan and plead caused his lust-driven body to win out over his caution. Quickly, he flung Yugi onto the mattress. The young geisha landed flat on his back, legs spread wide and invitingly for Yami. Leaving no space between them, Yami slipped between Yugi’s legs, wrapping them around his waist and positioning himself at his entrance.



“Ready?” He asked, latching onto his last thread of caution and restraint.



Yugi looked up at him, whimpering at the promise of pleasure he knew awaited him once Yami slipped deeply inside him, and nodded. He took a deep breath as Yami slowly slid in, his great girth stretching Yugi further than his fingers could.



“AAAh!” Yugi cried out in pain that swiftly turned to pleasure. Yami’s self-control was in tattered shreds at Yugi’s sweaty body, heaving pants and little kitten mewls. He could not wait for the poor geisha to adjust to having him inside him. Soon as he was into the tight, hot passage, he started pounding away, rocking his hips and thrusting deeply inside to hit Yugi’s sweet spot.



Each bang, each rock of Yami’s hips, brought stars to Yugi’s closed eyes. He cried out with each hit and soon started rocking along with Yami, perfectly in sync with the steady rhythm. The prince and the geisha lost themselves together in a world of hazy bliss. The pain of entrance was quickly forgotten in the fog of white-hot passion. They rocked together, bodies slick with sweat and sliding against one another.



Yugi came first, arching his back and cuming hot and quick, onto Yami’s tight stomach. He cried out, muffling his scream in Yami’s mouth with a searing kiss. Yami followed quickly, cuming deep inside Yugi, his own cry swallowed by Yugi’s mouth. With a final, climatic shudder, Yami slipped out of his lover and fell besides the soft body with a dull thump onto the mattress. Yugi cuddled against him, tucking his head under Yami’s chin and kissing his sweaty shoulder. Yami loosely wrapped his arms around his petite body.



“Yami, I-“ Yugi started, eyes closed.



“Hush.” Yami’s own eyes were closed and he was already halfway asleep, exhausted from the party and the love-making. “Leave your worries for tomorrow. The morning will be here soon enough. For now, let’s just enjoy each other. That’s all the happiness we need.”



Yugi didn’t say anything; he just lay quietly snuggled in Yami’s arms, spent and exhausted.