Midnight Wishes

(I do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of the characters and that people is my disclaimer.)

A hand slide down his navel as he bites down on the whimper rising in his throat. A small whine is whispered and the hand stops to tease the opening of his jeans. The clasp snaps and the hand plays with the waist band. He groans inwardly as another hand travels up his chest to tweak his nipples. A hiss comes from him before a hand smacks his hip enough to sting slightly in warning. A velvet covering steel voice whispers in his ear.
“Quiet puppy remember no noise.”
He nods and hikes his shirt up to bite on the material to muffle his sounds. He whimpers and squirms as the hand playing with his jeans works the zipper down. To his ears the sound is acute. The rasp as the viper gives way till his pants don’t feel quite so tight. He almost sighs noisily at the small relief but bites down harder into the material of his shirt.
A line of kisses is pressed into his neck by an unseen pair of lips making him shiver. The hand on his chest rolls his left nipple between forefinger and thumb before reaching a crossed to repeat the process on it’s twin. The brush of a sleeve covered arm over his sensitive flesh makes him cry out into the shirt.
A quiet but firm hush is given to him by the other. The hand that rests over his most sensitive area moves to cup him and squeeze lightly. He can feel the heat over his body as he moans lightly at the touch. The hand there deftly work it’s way into his under garments to touch him for the first time. Another shiver racks his forum before ecstasy races in his blood stream.
Pure delight at the feeling makes him moan as he feels the heat begin to burn him, scorching him inside out. The hand on his chest roams playing over the plans of flesh there finding places sensitive to touch. Finding the marks left by his past and his pain. A growl form the other at some of what he finds but none of it is directed at him.
The hand below lazily stars a rhythm making him shudder and lean against the figure behind him. Hard planes of flesh meeting hard planes of flesh, none of the soft roundness found with other members of their species. A tongue licks a line over his Adam’s apple making more molten heat travel into that most intimate area of his body.
The lazy rhythm is no more instead in it’s place is a fast blood rushing heat filled movement. A low whine bubbles up and continues as the heat builds and his vision burn white at the edge. Low words are whispered in his ear as the heat starts to become to much. Soft words of care and hope. The hand that had been on his chest is now around his waist holding him, supporting him against that hard body. The burning turning heat finally explodes and shatters the world around him.
He sags against the other body as the hand about him keeps him in place small word of comfort are whispered as he pants. He is cradled against that chest almost lovingly as he sighs and relaxes into the taller one. There he remains on the edge of bliss relaxed and content.
A blonde haired teen sits up quickly in his bed panting as the dream he had just had shifts restlessly about in his sleep filled mind. He growls at the uncomfortable confining feeling of his pajama bottoms before he shifts and gets out of bed. A curse is muttered as he walks on the cold floor till he reaches the bathroom.
After splashing cold water in his face he looks at his reflection to see honey colored eye staring back at him. For a moment the light flickers and he could swear he had seen the icy blue of his crush in the mirror. He snarls at himself before muttering “Damn you Kaiba.”

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