Dream Lover

Dream Lover
By Zephra85

Yami Yugi awakens from an exciting dream, which leads him to some serious thinking about his love life. (Warning: This fanfic contains scenes with yaoi and sexuality. Reader discretion is advised.)
Characters are Copyright to Kazuki Takahashi. I own nothing, so don't sue me.

Hot, so hot. Caressing, kissing, suckling. Strong hands, everywhere. Sweat, moisture, licking. Penetration, bittersweet, wonderful pain. Thrusting, grinding, so close now, so close…

I awoke to the sound of screams. My screams. I bolted upwards, struggling for air as if I had just run a mile. It takes me a moment to process what happened and where I am. I am in Yugi’s room, in his bed. I had been dreaming. I flop back down onto the pillow, only to realize it has been drenched in my own sweat. I sit back up, wiping more sweat from my brow. I look around, wondering why Yugi is not here. I quickly remember that he is spending the night at Ryou’s house. That is why I am in Yugi’s bed rather than the Puzzle.

I groan, rubbing my eyes, vaguely remembering my dream. I have been having this dream for some time now, ever since I regained some of my memories. It annoys me to no end that it is an erotic dream, and yet I can recall nothing about it. Other than it seems to be the best sex I’ve ever had. Sometimes I find myself questioning if it even IS another repressed memory. It might just be all in my head. Then again, I do not really have an incredible imagination. I doubt I could make up such strong feelings.

I throw my legs over the edge of the bed, still trying to regulate my breathing. Damn, why can’t I remember anything about who my lover was? It was definitely a man, no question about that. I do remember many of my lovers back when I was Pharaoh. Most of whom were women, but I do remember having one male lover. I strongly doubt that it is he who invades my dreams. I never had a paramour who I could not completely dominate. It was not just because I was the Pharaoh, but also because my personality demands it. But it greatly shocks me that in my dream half the time I am not the dominant one. That someone can make me tremble, make me completely lose myself in the moment. I may not remember much of my time as Pharaoh, but I do know that is not like me at all.

My thoughts are broken by a gentle rapping at the bedroom door. It slowly opens, and Sugoroku Mutou, Yugi’s grandfather, carefully pokes his head through.

“Are you alright, Pharaoh? I thought I heard a scream.” He asks me.

“Oh, yes, I am fine, Mutou-san. It was… just a nightmare. I apologize if I woke you.” I answer, still groggy from the early hour.

“No worries, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That must have been some nightmare to make you scream like that.” He says. I chuckle slightly, agreeing with him. Right then I stand up and head towards the door.

“I just need a drink of water, then I’ll go back to bed.” I tell him.

After Sugoroku retires to his room. I head downstairs to the kitchen. I take a glass from the cupboard and fill it to the top with cold water. I down the glass quickly and fill it up again. I go back up to Yugi’s room, wondering if I should try going back to sleep, when I notice something odd about the sheets. There was a slight discolouration. I gently put my hand on it, and quickly thrust my hand away. The discolouration is moist… and sticky. I look down to the boxers that I am wearing, and felt the crotch area. It was also moist and sticky.

I blush madly, even though there is no one around. I must not have noticed it because my entire body was drenched in sweat, and Sugoroku must not have noticed because it was still dark. Apparently the dream affected me more than I originally anticipated. This was the first time anything like this had happened to me.

I rip the sheets and blankets off the bed and stuff it in Yugi’s laundry basket. I slip off my boxers and try to shove them down on the bottom of the basket. I will ask Yugi how to operate the washing machine when he gets back. Hopefully, he will not ask too many questions about how the sheets became soiled. I put on a fresh pair of boxers and climb back into bed, not bothered by the lack of blankets. It was too hot for them anyway.

As I attempt to fall back asleep, my mind drifts back to the dream. I’ve been having it more frequently now, which makes me positive that it must mean something. But there was something definitely familiar about that man. I wish I could place it. It seems strange that I would not remember something so significant. I sigh. Seeing Yugi and Ryou together has made me ache for affection recently. Although I am happy that my attraction to Ryou has greatly diminished. Perhaps seeing how happy he makes my Hikari has affected my subconscious.

But that brought my thoughts back to the Thief King. It’s no secret that he’s pissed off at me. He no longer argues with me. I had no idea that I would miss it so much. Ryou said I should give him a chance, but I just can’t shake off the insecure feeling I get when I think about us possibly being together. I had my suspicions about his feelings towards me, but I was still shocked nevertheless about it. Especially how he went about revealing it to me. He knocked, I let him in, and he just said it. No warnings, no setup, no hesitations, and a slight lack of emotion. I was taken offguard by it. Now I wonder if I made a mistake rejecting him. He said he loved me… but do I love him? Not really, but I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I did give it a chance, like Ryou suggested. Maybe I could love him… It still makes me uneasy thinking about it. He is very good-looking, but it’s not like either of us are very romantic or anything. What would we do all day? … Ugh, I know what he would want to do all day. But I can’t live in a relationship like that, I would need more than just sex. I want to hold someone, to be close to them, I want to WANT to go out of my way to make them happy.

I sigh again. Too many deep thoughts for so early in the morning. My eyelids grew heavy and I began to drift off to sleep. Maybe I’ll dream about my mysterious dream lover again…

******


I find myself in a very dark room. But it is not a room that is unfamiliar to me. It is my bedchambers back in Egypt. A half moon is shining brightly in the starry sky, and is the only source of light that is visible. The room is laden with beautiful artifacts. Golden saucers, detailed tapestry’s, vases and golden furniture, bedecked with jewels. There is also a magnificent bed with violet drapes around the top, down pillows at the head, and magenta sheets made of pure silk. There is also a hint of cinnamon in the air. I do remember this room now, but what is different is that there is a stranger standing beside the bed. I cannot make out any details about him, except that his is tall, has messy hair, and is wearing a long robe. Everything else about him is shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly my body begins to move on it’s own, and I realize that I am living out a past memory. I move closer to the stranger, but stop a few feet in front of him. I cross my arms and gaze at him from top to bottom, drinking in everything about him.

“Take off the robe.” I hear myself say. My voice always sounds a little deeper in my memories.

He hesitates for a moment, before consenting. He lets it drop to the ground. I can now see that he is wearing a toga underneath it.

“Now the rest.” I say.

He hesitates once again, but slowly disrobes himself. Now there is nothing obscuring my view of his body. He is actually somewhat muscular, and has very broad shoulders and narrow hips. The moonlight cascades off his body and gives it a slight glow from behind. Much of him is still shrouded in darkness, but I can see that he is very attractive. I point to the bed.

“Sit.” I demand. He quickly obeys.

I move closer to him, until I am hovering over him. My arm reaches for his face, and I begin to trail my right index finger from his ear, along his jaw and over his lower lip. I lower my hand over his neck, tracing my fingers along his adam’s apple. I continue with these featherweight touches over his body, from his shoulders, along his collarbone, and down his pectoral. I also move myself closer until my legs are pressing up against his. I continue to press into them until he opens them, and I move in-between his legs, still standing. I slowly graze my finger along his left nipple, making little circles around it. I hear a breath escaping his lips, and he shudders slightly.

I kneel down in front of him, bringing my face right in front of his left nipple. I lean against his chest and I slowly trace my tongue around and across the nipple, before I begin to suckle on it gently.

He lets out a low moan, and his fingers trace along my arms. I lift my head up so that I am looking at him. His face still a mystery to me.

“Are you ready for your first night of punishment?” I ask him, my voice sounding very seductive. He chuckles.

“This is punishment I can definitely live with.” He replies, revealing a husky, deep voice.

I push him backwards and lift myself onto the bed, straddling him. I grin, and begin to move my tongue across his chest slowly, until I reach his chin. I gently bite down on it, and start to lick at his lips. He moans once again, slightly louder than before, and pulls the only thing I’m wearing, a peignoir-type robe, off my shoulders and throws it away. His arms wrap around my waist and he brings his own tongue out and licks at my lips. I then press my tongue into his mouth and wrestle it with his.

He throws me backwards at this point, so that now I am underneath him. Usually something like this would enrage me, until he brings his lips to my neck and begins to suckle at it. I can’t help but moan, craving more. He bites down on the flesh until it draws blood. I cry out, but not from the pain, but from the ecstasy I received from it. He continues, suckling and nipping at my flesh and goes lower and lower until he reaches my naval. He brings his face down into my thighs and trails his tongue along the insides of them, just stopping before he reached my swollen member.

I whimper from the teasing, aching for more. He then brings his tongue to the base of my member, gently licking until he reaches the head. His tongue circled around it carefully, bringing it closer and closer to the tip, before he shocks me by quickly bringing his entire mouth around my erection.

I gasp, and begin to moan heavily from the pleasure. His lips, his tongue, even his throat, are all moving in unison as he sucks at my member very hard. I cry out again. Why am I letting him do this? I’m supposed to be in control. But he moves so skillfully I can’t help but give in. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, I’m coming so close…

He then stops, pulls his mouth away. I whimper in protest, but he quickly spreads my legs and lifts them up.

“H-hey! Wait a-” I’m not given a chance to finish. He pushes down on my lips with his in a very aggressive kiss, and I can’t help but melt into it. While he kisses me, his right hand moves towards my rear and he pushes two of his fingers in gently.

A scream is caught in my throat, but he doesn’t stop. He moves his fingers about in my opening, and carefully pulling them in and outward. The pain quickly diminishes, and I am engulfed in ecstasy. I moan loudly, putting my hand around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. He responds, and slips his tongue into my mouth once again. I become so engulfed in our passionate kiss, I barely noticed that he pulled his fingers out and positioned his own erection at my opening. He pulls his lips away from mine.

“Ready?” He whispers sensually. Before I can respond, he thrusts himself inside me.

I scream, unable to contain myself. I feel as though my insides are being ripped apart. I try to push him off me, but he holds himself in place. I realize then that he isn’t moving. I take this opportunity to catch my breath, and I take very deep, slow breaths, trying to adjust myself to the pain. When my pain almost completely faded, he began to pull out, very slowly. I continue to breathe deeply, until he begins to push back inside me, but more slowly this time.

As the slow, continuous thrusts continued, he licked at my ear, and suckled and bit on my earlobe. Soon enough, there is no longer any pain at all, and I can’t help but become impatient with the rate of his movements.

“M-more…” I manage to murmur. He stops for a moment, clearly surprised with my request.

“Oh, you want more do you?” He says slyly, obviously amused.

“Y-yes…” I say, eager for him to continue.

“As you command, my Pharaoh.” He responds, and lunged into me with no hesitation. I scream again, but my pain is mixed with indescribable pleasure. He continues to slam into me without mercy, not that it matters to me anymore. I lift myself up so that we are now facing each other, and I begin to move in accommodation with him. He cries out, clearly pleased with my action.

We continued thrusting unceasingly for Ra knows how long. I was brought to levels of pleasure I didn’t know existed. Our breath was heavy, our moans loud and constant. Our sweat covered bodies grasping each other like there was no tomorrow.

I noticed the room was getting brighter. I quickly glanced out the window and saw the sun rising. Soon, the room would be filled with light, and I could finally see the face of my dream lover. I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave one massive thrust as my climax burst through, screaming with unyielding ecstasy. My lover quickly followed in pursuit. He cried out, his hot semen shooting into me. We both were breathing heavily, and a rush of euphoria washed over me. By Gods, that was incredible.

The sun has now risen, I look into the face of my dream lover and gasp…

******


I bolted upwards a second time, screaming the identity of my dream lover.

“TOMB ROBBER!”


To Be Continued...