Toki wo Koetai
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Toki wo Koetai
Disclaimer: Kairan Akiyama did not create Yu-Gi-Oh!, Kazuki Takahashi did. I beta-ed this one too!
*sighs* KAI-SAN: The first of many re-writes, but I’ll still keep the original.
NIGHTSHADE: And it has nothing to do with Lindsey ROCKS being written on it…So why is this the “first of many re-writes” anyway?
“…” – talking
Italics – thoughts
… – emphasized
UBER-BASIC JAPANESE WITH KAI-SAN!
Konnichiwa – good afternoon
Aibou – partner
Mou hitori no boku – the other me, my other self
Doushita – what’s wrong?
Daijoubu ka – are you alright?
Hai – yes, okay, sure
KAI-SAN: “The first of many” because my inner het.-junkie wasn’t pleased.
NIGHTSHADE: So you’re putting more yaoi-goodness into it...
KAI-SAN: Bingo! *hugs Nightshade* You’re so sparkly when you’re smart.
Enjoy the ride.
~*Anxiety: Toki wo Koetai*~
The former Pharaoh Atemu, or Yami, as he was called in this century, paced around the empty bedroom. He and his hikari, one adorably kawaii Yuugi Mutou had been separated in body for two months, neither were really sure how they had stumbled upon the ability to separate. He stopped as he passed Yuugi’s bureau and looked over Yuugi’s pictures. Hmm…
Garnet eyes scanned each picture, bringing a memory to life. When Jou and Ryou dragged Yuugi into a dance club; at Mokuba’s birthday party, when Mokuba blew out the candles and “accidentally” pushed Seto into Jou, their faces were priceless; and Yami’s personal favorite, the one of Yuugi and Ryou kissing (truth or dare, the best game ever). Some of the group shots, however, made Yami upset: they were of him. When he won Duelist Kingdom; when, to Kaiba’s chagrin, he won Battle City; those and other random pictures were of him and his, no – Yuugi’s friends. Yuugi’s friends…
It wasn’t fair. Yami had a life 5,000 years ago. He, even if predestined, had no right to intrude on another’s life, especially not anyone as cherubic and innocent as Yuugi. He often thought of Yuugi felt, losing control of his body, watching from the sidelines as Yami unintentionally stole away his teenage years. What if Yuugi hated it and secretly resented him?
The door opened and Yami felt himself being propelled to his light’s bed. “Yuugi…” Yami gasped, barely regaining his composure.
“Konnichiwa, Yami!” Yuugi cried happily from Yami’s waist.
“I take it you had a good day at school,” Yami smiled, hugging his light-self.
“Yeah,” Yuugi answered. He continued to cuddle against Yami and lifted his head, kissing Yami’s nose. “I don’t have any homework tonight…” He pushed Yami against the headboard of his bed and began to kiss him harder, his hands given new life and exploring. “But I’m sure we could find something to do…”
“If you insist…” Yami answered, not the least put-out. He kissed Yuugi’s forehead and rocked on his back, flipping Yuugi onto the mattress as they came down. “Does this make Ryou jealous, aibou?” Yami asked as he began to take off Yuugi’s clothes.
“A little,” Yuugi answered, unbuckling Yami’s confining leather. “But you make great stories.”
“So how many of my dirty secrets do you tell him?” Yami straddled Yuugi and kissed his neck, eliciting soft moans from his hikari.
“Not too many,” Yuugi smiled, sighing contently as Yami began to toy with his hardening nipples. “Of course I had to tell him about that one time…”
“You didn’t!” Yami went from Yuugi’s chest back to his face, kissing him passionately and exploring his mouth with his eager tongue. “That was supposed to be a secret!”
“You should’ve seen Ryou’s face when I told him about the strawberry, I think Bakura’s still laughing about that one,” Yuugi replied. “It’s Ryou’s fault; he wanted to buy sundaes.”
“You’re going to pay for that one, aibou,” Yami warned, stroking Yuugi’s length. He kissed Yuugi again before coming down on his length.
Yuugi bucked his hips eagerly and moaned as Yami took him into his mouth. “You’re so hot and wet…”
Yami didn’t respond using words; he circled his tongue inside Yuugi. Hearing the moan of pleasure escape his hikari again, Yami sucked gently on the tip. Yuugi drew in a long breath between closed teeth before thrusting into Yami again. Yami took his hands and stroked Yuugi again, his mouth still wrapped around his length. He growled into Yuugi’s shaft and smirked as Yuugi cried out blissfully and bucked upward. He took one hand away and gave his fingers to Yuugi, who enthusiastically wetted them with is tongue. Yami took a deep breath and blew hard into Yuugi before taking his slicked finger and inserting it into his light.
Yuugi cried out again and grabbed Yami’s hand, pushing him deeper inside himself. “Take me, Yami,” Yuugi said, his eyes half-lidded like in a daze.
“As you wish, my precious hikari,” Yami smiled, kissing Yuugi once more. He kneeled before Yuugi and took lifted his aibou’s legs unto his shoulders. Yami captured Yuugi’s mouth again as he drove into him, swallowing Yuugi’s scream. Yami tasted every bit of Yuugi as he hammered into him, making his new reflection pant louder and louder with each thrust.
“Yami…” Yuugi began to chant his dark-self’s name as his nails dug into his back. “…Yami…” He found it harder to talk, to breath, to even think. Yami was his sex god and he was his sacrifice. “…Yami…” Yuugi screamed wildly as he came, his voice faltering for an instant when he felt Yami descend upon him again.
Yami swallowed Yuugi’s seed, falling beside his light-self and breathing just as hard. Both were totally exhausted. Yami hugged Yuugi weakly and kissed his hand. “You…are…amazing…aibou.”
“Mou hitori no boku…” Yuugi began, still trying to catch his breath.
“Doushita?” Yami asked, using his foot to grab the sheets. He pulled them over Yuugi and himself and kissed Yuugi’s hand again. “Daijoubu ka, hikari? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, I was just wondering,” Yuugi answered. He cuddled against Yami. We’ll always be together, right?”
Yami bent down and kissed his aibou passionately. “Hai,” he smiled, hugging Yuugi closely. “I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”
Author Notes:
KAI-SAN: Aw, so kawaii!
NIGHTSHADE: A happy ending for all. Just a question though.
KAI-SAN: Hai?
NIGHTSHADE: Why is “Anxiety” part of the title?
KAI-SAN: Yami was worried that Yuugi secretly resented him and Yuugi was worried Yami would someday leave him.
NIGHTSHADE: Well, he does leave him in the end.
KAI-SAN: Because he sacrificed himself! Yami loves Yuugi too much to do anything to hurt him on purpose! *pushes Yami and Yuugi into each other’s arms* Have sex now!
YAMI & YUUGI: O.O!? Okay.
NIGHTSHADE: ^ ^;; Don’t mind Kai-sama, she’s crazy.
KAI-SAN: That’s yet to be proven! Anyway, I hope every enjoyed TWK, it’s the first of my newly created Anxiety series.
*aside* NIGHTSHADE: Yeah right.
KAI-SAN: Don’t complain, Nightshade-kun, I’ll get to you on you and Midori-chan’s fic sooner or later.
NIGHTSHADE: I still say Midori is a stupid name for a BEWD.
KAI-SAN: Who says he has blue eyes, smarty-pants?
NIGHTSHADE: HIS NAME!
KAI-SAN: Oh… well, it’s my story and he’ll have green eyes, dammit! Sit tight for that fic (sooner or later). Thanks for reading! *waves*
*sighs* KAI-SAN: The first of many re-writes, but I’ll still keep the original.
NIGHTSHADE: And it has nothing to do with Lindsey ROCKS being written on it…So why is this the “first of many re-writes” anyway?
“…” – talking
Italics – thoughts
… – emphasized
UBER-BASIC JAPANESE WITH KAI-SAN!
Konnichiwa – good afternoon
Aibou – partner
Mou hitori no boku – the other me, my other self
Doushita – what’s wrong?
Daijoubu ka – are you alright?
Hai – yes, okay, sure
KAI-SAN: “The first of many” because my inner het.-junkie wasn’t pleased.
NIGHTSHADE: So you’re putting more yaoi-goodness into it...
KAI-SAN: Bingo! *hugs Nightshade* You’re so sparkly when you’re smart.
Enjoy the ride.
~*Anxiety: Toki wo Koetai*~
The former Pharaoh Atemu, or Yami, as he was called in this century, paced around the empty bedroom. He and his hikari, one adorably kawaii Yuugi Mutou had been separated in body for two months, neither were really sure how they had stumbled upon the ability to separate. He stopped as he passed Yuugi’s bureau and looked over Yuugi’s pictures. Hmm…
Garnet eyes scanned each picture, bringing a memory to life. When Jou and Ryou dragged Yuugi into a dance club; at Mokuba’s birthday party, when Mokuba blew out the candles and “accidentally” pushed Seto into Jou, their faces were priceless; and Yami’s personal favorite, the one of Yuugi and Ryou kissing (truth or dare, the best game ever). Some of the group shots, however, made Yami upset: they were of him. When he won Duelist Kingdom; when, to Kaiba’s chagrin, he won Battle City; those and other random pictures were of him and his, no – Yuugi’s friends. Yuugi’s friends…
It wasn’t fair. Yami had a life 5,000 years ago. He, even if predestined, had no right to intrude on another’s life, especially not anyone as cherubic and innocent as Yuugi. He often thought of Yuugi felt, losing control of his body, watching from the sidelines as Yami unintentionally stole away his teenage years. What if Yuugi hated it and secretly resented him?
The door opened and Yami felt himself being propelled to his light’s bed. “Yuugi…” Yami gasped, barely regaining his composure.
“Konnichiwa, Yami!” Yuugi cried happily from Yami’s waist.
“I take it you had a good day at school,” Yami smiled, hugging his light-self.
“Yeah,” Yuugi answered. He continued to cuddle against Yami and lifted his head, kissing Yami’s nose. “I don’t have any homework tonight…” He pushed Yami against the headboard of his bed and began to kiss him harder, his hands given new life and exploring. “But I’m sure we could find something to do…”
“If you insist…” Yami answered, not the least put-out. He kissed Yuugi’s forehead and rocked on his back, flipping Yuugi onto the mattress as they came down. “Does this make Ryou jealous, aibou?” Yami asked as he began to take off Yuugi’s clothes.
“A little,” Yuugi answered, unbuckling Yami’s confining leather. “But you make great stories.”
“So how many of my dirty secrets do you tell him?” Yami straddled Yuugi and kissed his neck, eliciting soft moans from his hikari.
“Not too many,” Yuugi smiled, sighing contently as Yami began to toy with his hardening nipples. “Of course I had to tell him about that one time…”
“You didn’t!” Yami went from Yuugi’s chest back to his face, kissing him passionately and exploring his mouth with his eager tongue. “That was supposed to be a secret!”
“You should’ve seen Ryou’s face when I told him about the strawberry, I think Bakura’s still laughing about that one,” Yuugi replied. “It’s Ryou’s fault; he wanted to buy sundaes.”
“You’re going to pay for that one, aibou,” Yami warned, stroking Yuugi’s length. He kissed Yuugi again before coming down on his length.
Yuugi bucked his hips eagerly and moaned as Yami took him into his mouth. “You’re so hot and wet…”
Yami didn’t respond using words; he circled his tongue inside Yuugi. Hearing the moan of pleasure escape his hikari again, Yami sucked gently on the tip. Yuugi drew in a long breath between closed teeth before thrusting into Yami again. Yami took his hands and stroked Yuugi again, his mouth still wrapped around his length. He growled into Yuugi’s shaft and smirked as Yuugi cried out blissfully and bucked upward. He took one hand away and gave his fingers to Yuugi, who enthusiastically wetted them with is tongue. Yami took a deep breath and blew hard into Yuugi before taking his slicked finger and inserting it into his light.
Yuugi cried out again and grabbed Yami’s hand, pushing him deeper inside himself. “Take me, Yami,” Yuugi said, his eyes half-lidded like in a daze.
“As you wish, my precious hikari,” Yami smiled, kissing Yuugi once more. He kneeled before Yuugi and took lifted his aibou’s legs unto his shoulders. Yami captured Yuugi’s mouth again as he drove into him, swallowing Yuugi’s scream. Yami tasted every bit of Yuugi as he hammered into him, making his new reflection pant louder and louder with each thrust.
“Yami…” Yuugi began to chant his dark-self’s name as his nails dug into his back. “…Yami…” He found it harder to talk, to breath, to even think. Yami was his sex god and he was his sacrifice. “…Yami…” Yuugi screamed wildly as he came, his voice faltering for an instant when he felt Yami descend upon him again.
Yami swallowed Yuugi’s seed, falling beside his light-self and breathing just as hard. Both were totally exhausted. Yami hugged Yuugi weakly and kissed his hand. “You…are…amazing…aibou.”
“Mou hitori no boku…” Yuugi began, still trying to catch his breath.
“Doushita?” Yami asked, using his foot to grab the sheets. He pulled them over Yuugi and himself and kissed Yuugi’s hand again. “Daijoubu ka, hikari? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, I was just wondering,” Yuugi answered. He cuddled against Yami. We’ll always be together, right?”
Yami bent down and kissed his aibou passionately. “Hai,” he smiled, hugging Yuugi closely. “I wouldn’t want to have it any other way.”
Author Notes:
KAI-SAN: Aw, so kawaii!
NIGHTSHADE: A happy ending for all. Just a question though.
KAI-SAN: Hai?
NIGHTSHADE: Why is “Anxiety” part of the title?
KAI-SAN: Yami was worried that Yuugi secretly resented him and Yuugi was worried Yami would someday leave him.
NIGHTSHADE: Well, he does leave him in the end.
KAI-SAN: Because he sacrificed himself! Yami loves Yuugi too much to do anything to hurt him on purpose! *pushes Yami and Yuugi into each other’s arms* Have sex now!
YAMI & YUUGI: O.O!? Okay.
NIGHTSHADE: ^ ^;; Don’t mind Kai-sama, she’s crazy.
KAI-SAN: That’s yet to be proven! Anyway, I hope every enjoyed TWK, it’s the first of my newly created Anxiety series.
*aside* NIGHTSHADE: Yeah right.
KAI-SAN: Don’t complain, Nightshade-kun, I’ll get to you on you and Midori-chan’s fic sooner or later.
NIGHTSHADE: I still say Midori is a stupid name for a BEWD.
KAI-SAN: Who says he has blue eyes, smarty-pants?
NIGHTSHADE: HIS NAME!
KAI-SAN: Oh… well, it’s my story and he’ll have green eyes, dammit! Sit tight for that fic (sooner or later). Thanks for reading! *waves*