Ai Suru

"Ai Suru" by Shawna
DISC: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and I'm not profiting from writing this. Not monetarily, anyway.

Yugi was asleep, he knew that, but his mind was wide-awake. He was pacing in the labyrinth of Yami’s mind, talking with the spirit he shared his body with. Being with Yami was like dreaming, because it only happened while Yugi was asleep, but it was very different at the same time. Yugi knew where he was; he could think sharply and clearly as when he was awake, and he could feel things the same as his waking self. It was just like being awake, only he was inside his own head; inside Yami’s part of his mind, at the moment.
“I just get so scared most of the time, Yami, I never know what to do. If you weren’t here helping me I probably would have fallen apart a long time ago.”
Yami was seated on top of one of the smaller sets of stairs, stretching his legs down the steps. “I don’t think that’s true, Yugi,” he said. “You have more strength than you give yourself credit for.”
Yugi shook his head. “And you have more faith in me than I have strength.”
Yami rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh, exasperated. “Yugi,” he said firmly, catching his attention, drawing Yugi’s eyes to him. “Come sit here.” He patted one of the stairs below him.
Yugi merely stared at him for a few seconds, and then he walked slowly over, collapsing onto the stair as though exhausted. He put his head in his hands.
Yami placed a hand lightly on Yugi’s back. “You’re so tense,” he commented. “You’re far too young to carry so much stress.” He put his other hand on Yugi’s back and began to massage the tense muscles of his shoulders.
Yugi cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes, grateful for Yami’s attentions as he felt some of the tension easing out of his muscles. One of Yami’s hands came up to the back of his neck, rubbing along his hairline and Yugi sighed contentedly. It felt good to have someone who cared, to pamper him…
Yami ran his other hand lower on Yugi’s back, enjoying the feel of the supple flesh beneath his gently pressing fingers. A wave of desire came over him, and he froze. He wanted Yugi, wanted him right now, more strongly than he had in past occasions. He could have him now, but he did not want to frighten or hurt the younger boy. He just wanted him so much…
“Something wrong, Yami?” Yugi asked, obviously upset that he had stopped his ministrations.
Yami started at hearing Yugi speak. He was briefly flustered. “No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Just relax…” He resumed rubbing Yugi’s back, putting more pressure now, deepening the massage to what he knew would be a slightly painful level. Yugi flinched and made a soft sound in his throat.
“It only hurts at first,” Yami told him softly. “Then it will feel good.”
Yugi tried to relax, but Yami knew it was hurting him. Testing Yugi’s pain tolerance was something that had to be done, however…
Presently Yugi relaxed fully. “You were right,” he whispered. “It does feel good now.”
Yami grinned and slid his hands up, around Yugi’s shoulders, and past them, down his chest to the edges of his jacket.
“Yami? What are you doing?” Yugi seemed slightly alarmed.
“Just taking off your jacket,” Yami said innocently, sliding the jacket back off Yugi’s shoulders and down his arms, tossing it aside when it was removed before resuming his massage to relax Yugi again.
Yugi did relax again, trusting Yami completely. Yami rubbed him softly, sliding one of his hands slowly lower and lower, until it reached the bottom hem of Yugi’s shirt, and slipped up under it.
Yugi stiffened. “Yami?!” He cried, starting to move. Yami’s free hand, which had been massaging the base of Yugi’s neck, came down and flattened on his chest, holding him where he was.
“Don’t get scared,” Yami whispered in Yugi’s ear. His fingers traced lightly along Yugi’s spine. “This feels good doesn’t it?”
Yugi moaned very quietly in his throat instead of answering. His body had retensed all over and his hands had clenched into fists. Yami grinned; his reactions were less from fear than from pleasure.
Yami continued to lightly stroke Yugi’s spine, assuring he would not go anywhere, as he moved his other hand off of Yugi’s chest and instead wrapped it around his waist. Yugi pressed the back of his hand against his mouth, surpressing a gasp when Yami lifted the front hem of his shirt and traced his fingers lightly over his stomach.
“Yami…” Yugi breathed. “Why are you…”
“Shh,” Yami breathed, nibbling on Yugi’s earlobe. “Don’t think. Just feel.” His hands gripped the hem of Yugi’s shirt on either side of him and began to pull up. Yugi resisted weakly, briefly, and then let Yami take the shirt over his head and fling it away.
Yami put both hands around Yugi’s back, placing them on his chest, tracing his fingers along his skin. Yami reveled in how smooth, how soft Yugi’s skin was, how tender his body was…
Yugi moaned, pressing his hand harder against his mouth as one of Yami’s hands began undoing the buckle of Yugi’s belt.
I shouldn’t, he thought as his belt fell open and Yami slowly unzipped his pants. We shouldn’t, its just too weird… Coherent thought left him and he cried out against his hand as Yami’s hand slid down the front of his pants. His eyes flew open and he panted heavily.
“Yami,” he ground out, as Yami’s hand encircled him. “Ah, Yami…”
Yugi’s head fell back onto Yami’s shoulder, and Yami leaned down and ran his tongue along the line of Yugi’s throat, before using his free hand to grip Yugi’s chin and turn his head to the side, so they were face to face. Yugi’s face was already shining with a light slick of perspiration, and his breath was ragged. He stared at Yami through wide eyes.
“Yugi,” Yami whispered, his voice tender. He leaned in, touched his lips to Yugi’s almost tentatively before going all out, pressing his mouth hard against Yugi’s, forcing his tongue past Yugi’s quivering lips. At first Yugi did not respond, and then he moaned into Yami’s mouth and his tongue came up to meet Yami’s.
Yami felt as though he could lose himself in kissing Yugi forever. His tongue explored every bit of Yugi’s mouth as his hand stroked him gently. How long had he wanted to do this? He had kept putting it off, afraid of frightening his young hikari, but now he could not stop himself. He was going to have Yugi; it was no longer something he had to ask himself.
Yugi was getting heavily into the kiss. He threw his arms around Yami, and opened his mouth, giving Yami unhindered access, willing to give him whatever he wanted. His hips bucked upward; thrusting into Yami’s hand. Everything Yami did felt exquisite: the way Yami’s tongue moved through his mouth, the simple yet extremely effective way Yami’s hand stroked him, even the way Yami’s other hand gripped Yugi’s chin firmly, possessively. Yugi had never felt anything like this before.
And he could not take it for long. A wave of warm pleasure came over him. One second he was kissing Yami passionately and the next he had broken away, his mouth and eyes open wide as shudders wracked through his body. Yami felt the warm wetness against his hand and smirked as he watched Yugi’s quivering begin to subside. Yugi’s eyes closed and he collapsed against Yami when it was over.
“Well,” Yami said matter-of-factly. “We’d better get you out of those pants.”
Even in his current state, Yugi could not help but laugh lightly at Ya pri prim tone. He did not turn to look at Yami even as Yami moved away from him, coming down a few steps to sit below Yugi.
“Well,” he said. “That was… weird. Fun, but weird. I should probably go, because I don’t think we should…”
“I don’t think so,” Yami said, his tone playful, but a hard glint in his eyes showing that he was very serious. “You can’t just run out on me now.”
Yugi’s eyes widened. “Yami,” he said. “I… No…”
Before Yugi could do anything else, Yami had gripped Yugi’s pants legs and pulled them off roughly. Yugi fell backwards; his back hitting the edge of a stair painfully.
“Yami!” He said angrily.
Yami only smirked at him and ran his hands slowly up Yugi’s legs. Yugi moaned lightly when Yami’s hands stopped at his thighs and spread his legs slowly, just enough so Yami could situate himself between Yugi’s legs. He leaned down, kissed the spot where Yugi’s thigh met his hip, and then traced his tongue slowly inward.
“Yami!” Yugi cried, and then his words became incoherent as Yami took him into his warm mouth. Yugi’s hands reached out blindly, gripped the edge of the stair above him. He gasped, panted, and cried out as Yami’s tongue swirled ad hid him, his mouth sucking gently, and then with more force. Yugi’s head thrashed from side to side; he moaned and writhed against the stairs.
When Yugi’s breath begun to come very short, Yami eased off him, letting him relax and come back from the edge. He then kissed his way up Yugi’s smooth chest, until their faces were level. Violet met violet and they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Are you all right with this, Yugi?” Yami asked softly. “I mean, really? You’re goingoing to feel guilty in the morning?”
Yugi shook his head. “I’ll be okay,” he said, but his voice was wavering in such a way that he was not very convincing. “I just… none of this is really happening, you know, Yami? I can feel it, but its not really happening.”
“Your mind will make it more real than you think,” Yami replied quietly.
A touch of fear lit Yugi’s eyes. “How real?” He breathed.
“You’ll probably feel the soreness in the morning,” Yami said. “And I’m sure you’ve already… messed up the bed a little.” Yugi blushed. “But you’re still okay with this?” Yugi nodded vigorously. “Then shall I continue?”
Yami did not wait for a response, already knowing what it would be, and so sat up, moved off Yugi, and began to turn him over onto his stomach.
“Wait a second,” Yugi said, stopping him. He eyed Yami. “Aren’t you a little… overdressed?”
Indeed, Yami was still fully clothed. He shucked his jacket in record speed, and began to remove his shirt. A hand on his arm stopped him. He looked at Yugi.
Yugi was gazing up at him shyly. “Uhm,” he began. “Do you think… Maybe you would let me… Could I please undress you, Yami?”
Yami smiled gently. “Of course, Yugi,” he said. “If that is what you want to do. Yugi nodded. “It is.” His hands reached slowly for Yami’s shirt and he began to remove it gently, delicately drawing it over Yami’s head. The shirt was tossed aside and then Yugi pressed his hands to Yami’s chest, running them over the smooth skin. Yami breathed deeply, enjoying Yugi’s touch, and so Yugi leaned in and brushed his lips across Yami’s chest. This elicited a gasp from Yami. Yugi continued to tickle his chest with feather light kisses, as his hands went for the belt at Yami’s waist. Though not as swift as Yami at undoing someone else’s belt buckle, Yugi nevertheless had the belt off quickly, and then he unzipped Yami’s pants and pushed them down, past his thighs. He drew his lips away from Yami’s chest, looking down at Yami’s newly revealed flesh.
For a second, he did not move, and then he reached out tentatively, ran his fingers across Yami’s hard length. Yami closed his eyes and shivered, breathing deeply. Yugi’s fingers continued their gentle exploration. Yami reveled in his touch; it was so soft, curiously exploring, tender and oddly arousing in its innocent inexperience. Yugi’s fingers ran all over him, touching, lightly caressing, until Yami could not take it anymore. Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached out and gently pushed Yugi’s head down.
Yugi froze, he took a deep breath, staring at Yami, knowing what he was expected to do.
“You don’t have to,” Yami said huskily. “If you don’t want to.”
“You did it for me,” Yugi whispered, more to himself than actually to Yami. “And it felt so good… I want to please you, too.” With this, he leaned down, and took it into his mouth. Yami closed his eyes again, and rested his head on the stair behind him, moaning as Yugi became to mirror the techniques he had first used; swirling his tongue, sucking gently, and then harder. Yamittedtted his teeth, enjoying again the young novice's tender ministrations. He let him continue for awhile, before grasping Yugi's shoulders and drawing him away.
Yugi stared at him, his eyes wide and questioning. Yami could see his loving expres ref reflected back at him in Yugi's eyes, and he drew Yugi to him, crushing his mouth against the smaller boy's. His hands went gently to the backs of Yugi's thighs, gripping them firmly as he drew Yugi into his lap, placing Yugi's feet on the stairs behind his back. He traced two fingers lightly along Yugi's face, and then pushed them softly past his lips, wetting his fingers in Yugi's mouth. Yugi sucked at them briefly, played his tongue against them and Yami grinned lightly as he drew them out of Yugi's mouth and reached his hand down, between Yugi's spread legs.
His finger brushed Yugi's virgin entrance and Yugi gasped loudly, apprehension filling his eyes as his body tensed. Yami paused, concerned.
"You have to relax, Yugi," he said, kissing Yugi's chin lightly. "Or it will only hurt more."
"More?" Yugi whispered, obviously a bit scared.
"I won't lie to you," Yami said, sounding almost sad. "Its going to hurt a bit, especially at first. Thats why I'm getting you ready like this, but it will still be painful. But I'll go slow, I'll be gentle with you, Yugi."
Yugi took a deep breath, forcibly relaxing his body. Yami kept his eyes on Yugi's face as he began to slide his finger ever so slowly inside him. Yugi clenched his fists, and his eyes squeezed shut. A soft yelp escaped his throat and his mouth opened. Yami added a second finger to the one already inside, and Yugi moaned, writhing against Yami's hand. Yami worked his fingers for a few seconds, allowing Yugi to adjust.
Yugi moaned again, panting. It felt just a bit uncomfortable, not painful yet, and he thought perhaps it would not be so bad as Yami had gravely made it seem. Just he he began to think that it was not uncomfortable at all, that it felt rather good, the fingers were removed, and Yami was pulling him a bit farther into his lap, pressing their chests together. Something pressed against his entrance; something warmer and significantly larger than the fingers it was replacing.
"Yami," Yugi gasped, apprehension creeping is eys eyes again. He stared at Yami, whose face was soft.
"Relax," Yami whispered, pressing his lips against Yugi's forehead. "I'll be so gentle with you, Yugi. I would never intentionally hurt you."
Yugi bit his lip and willed himself to stay relaxed. Yami wrapped his arms firmly around Yugi's waist, crushing the younger boy against his chest, leaning his chin on Yugi's shoulder. He went slow, as promised, as he began to push into Yugi, trying to maintain the gentleness of his force against the initial resistance of Yugi's body.
Yugi's eyes were clenched shut, and his mouth hung open, occassional gasps emitting from him. It seemed like it went on forever; Yami pressing into him, farther and farther, until...
Yugi cried out shrilly in pain when Yami gave a final thrust and entered him fully. His cry gave way to a sob and a few tears slipped from his closed eyes, tracing down his cheeks, dripping off his chin onto Yami's back. Yami was perfectly still, he felt the wetness of tears on his back. Yugi continued to sob gently, more tears falling, but neither of them moved at all. Yami waited until the sobs had diminished into nearly inaudible whimpers.
"It will get better," he said huskily, to the frightened and still whimpering boy. "I'm so sorry that I have to hurt you... but I promise, Yugi, it will get better."
Yugi led led another sob and cried out again, though more softly this time, when Yami began to slide out of him, slowly, and then push back in with equal gentleness. Gradually, slowly, as Yami continued his gentle movements, Yugi began to think that maybe it did not hurt so much, that maybe it felt good. He drew back a bit from Yami, keeping his arms locked around Yami's neck, as he met Yami's eyes with his own. Yami's gaze was one of fondness, and his face was sheaned with sweat; he panted lightly. Yugi smiled a bit, a sense of satisfaction coming over him at the thought that it was his body that could give Yami such pleasure.
Pleasure was certainly what he wanted to give Yami, and ealiealized that he was panting now, too; the pain had been forgotten. He moved his hips, encouraging Yami to a quicker pace.
"Faster," he whispered to Yami. "It doesn't hurt anymore." This was not entirely true, it still hurt quite a bit, but Yugi wanted to give Yami all the pleasure he coulde.
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Yami happily obliged Yugi, gritting his teeth and moaning as began to work Yugi hard, the way he wanted to do it. Gasping, writhing and moaning, Yugi rode atop Yami, enjoying every sensation he could grasp: Yami's breath on his face, droplets of sweat trickling down his back, the heat of Yami's body, even the pain. One of Yami's hands trailed down Yugi's chest, and then wrapped firmly around him, immediately taking up a stroking rhythm in time with his thrusts. Yugi threw his head back and cried out, his nails digging into Yami's back.
Tears began to form in the corners of Yugi's eyes, and they trailed slowly down his cheeks as he moaned. Yami either did not notice them or recognized them for what they were: tears of pleasure as much as they were teof pof pain. Yugi was sobbing, crying out, mixed sounds of ecstasy and agony. The painful sounds bit into Yami's soul, making him think he should stop, but now he could not stop even if he had wanted to. His rhythm was going, Yugi was moaning, everything was as Yami had dreamed and fantasized for so long. He would take it all the way to its end.
Yugi lost track of time, of how much pain he was in. It could have been going on for hours, but it seemed somehow abrupt when Yami suddenly clutched Yugi desperately, and they both stood on the edge and then fell over it together, crying out at the same time, clinging to each other. Yugi held Yami against him as the warm, pulsing sensation gradually ebbed away. For some time, neither of them moved, as if moving would break the moment and then they would have to realize what they had done and deal with it. It seemed easier to just not move.
Yami moved first, lifting Yugi off him and placing him on his side on the stairs next to him. Yugi stared at Yami as he pulled his pants back up from around his ankles. He then moved to retrieve Yugi's pants, and began to slide Yugi's legs into them.
"Yami..." Yugi began, but Yami silenced him by touching his fingers to Yugi's lips.
"Don't talk, Yugi," Yami said, finishing with his pants. "If you talk you'll start thinking and you might start regretting. Sleep now, Yugi, little Hikari. Sleep and in the morning you can think about this without regret."
Yugi suddenly realized that he did indeed feel very sleepy. "But Yami..." He began, but found himself unable to finish. His eyelids fell closed, he leaned back. Just before the oblivion of sleep claimed him, he felt Yami's lips touch his lightly.
"I love you, Yugi."
And then darkness.