Beautiful Love

A/N: Well, it’s taken forever, but I’m finally posting my first fanfic! Probably would’ve been sooner, but after reading some fanfiction that was so much better than anything I could ever produce, my muses burst into tears, fled, and took all my inspiration because they were ashamed. Heck, I was ashamed. But today, they returned with at least ten fanfiction ideas. And since this was the first one-shot on the agenda, I typed it up. There will be more fanfiction to come, but for now, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pizza Planet, Burger Palace, or IHOP. I do not own Chichiri, but I do have a CD with ‘Jyou Jyou Kibun Kouyou’ on it. I also do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I do, however, own a lot of cards from the TCG, all US-released Shonen Jump manga, an unedited DVD of the first three episodes, doujinshi, the movie, numerous YGO video games, other YGO stuffs, and the ani-manga. If I did own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yami would be able to create his own body.


*I used to be italics*

The golden rays of the rising sun filtered through the skylight built into the roof of the Kame Game Shop. To the untrained eye, these pretty beams had no purpose. But everyone who has had the misfortune of coming into direct contact with them knows better. Though seemingly harmless, they plot evilly, and one could almost hear the malicious giggling as they struck the teen known as Mutou Yuugi directly in the face---more specifically, assaulting his eyes through their closed lids.

Yuugi moaned. “Nooooooo…evil sunbeams!” he complained, rolling over onto his tummy. “Light’s bad!”

“Aibou, what have I told you about insulting yourself?” Came an amused voice of deep and rich tones. The owner of the voice had an arm encircling his little counterpart’s waist, his toned body pressed as close to Yuugi’s as humanly possible.

“My Light is spiritual,” Yuugi retorted, his voice somewhat muffled due to the fact that his face was currently buried in the fluffiness of his pillow. “The light I’m complaining about is physical. And it’s hurting me.”

“Ahh…and I see a problem with this. You see, under normal circumstances, I would have to kill it…but if the sunlight were to disappear, then all light and warmth would depart from this planet, and life would cease to exist entirely.”

“How can you be so coherent and logical this early in the morning?” the smaller boy groaned.

“How else could you be expected to get to school on time? You’re developing a nasty habit of ignoring your alarm clock as of late.”

Yuugi could hear the amusement in the other’s tones. “Your fault,” he sulked.

“Can I help it that you are so utterly irresistible?” the elder chuckled.

The younger boy flushed. “Knock it off, Yami…I’m not in the mood. You know I’m not a morning person…especially on days when I’m supposed to be sleeping in but can’t because of Mr. and Mrs. Sunbeam and their delightful little family!” The boy punctuated his rant by slamming a small, defiant fist into the mattress. “It’s not fair…”

“Since you’re awake and it’s safe to assume you won’t be returning to dreamland…care to plan out the day, Aibou?”

‘Aibou’ did not miss the hopefulness in his dark love’s tone, and could not suppress a smile. “Sometimes you’re just like a child.”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

The diminutive boy laughed outright. “I guess so.”

“Good.” Excitement coursed down their link with all the intensity of a roller coaster’s drop after climbing a hill ninety feet off the ground.

“I was…actually thinking…maybe we could splurge a little today…” Yuugi suggested with tentative shyness.

Yami’s telepathic ears perked up. “I’m listening.”

“Well…maybe we could stay out of the house today. Eat out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner…just kind of hang out.”

“Where would we go?”

“Oh, I don’t know…The movies…the arcade…the park…the bookstore…we could check out a few video game stores.”

“Mmm…”

“Yami, are you even listening?”

“Of course.”

“You’re not acting like it. Quit nuzzling my neck.” Yuugi playfully pushed Yami away from said area.

“Hrmph.”

“Well?”

“What you suggested sounds wonderful, Aibou…where do you suggest we eat?”

“Hmm….Well, Burger Palace for lunch…and Pizza Planet for dinner, I think…but for breakfast…how about IHOP?”

“That sounds pleasant…” Yami agreed, disentangling himself from the jumble of limbs he and Yuugi had managed to knot themselves into. He dipped his head to place a chaste good morning kiss on his lover’s soft, full lips. “Come. Let’s get dressed.”

“I think I need a shower first,” Yuugi yawned, stumbling out of bed, stretching to awaken still-sleepy muscles. “You should get one, too.”

“It would save time if we took one together,” Yami suggested mildly.

Yuugi snorted. “No, it wouldn’t. I know you. You can’t keep your hands off me. If we shower together we’ll never leave the house.”

“And if I promise to behave?” the other inquired, targeting Yuugi with a soft, pleading look. He sent its mental equivalent skipping down their shared bond.

The smaller boy sighed. “Oh, all right. One chance, Yami. *One*.” He attempted to glare at his taller love, and only succeeded in looking impossibly cute.

Yami smirked and kissed the tip of the boy’s nose. “You look so endearing when you do that.”

“Translation: ‘You’re adorable and the cutest thing ever,’ ” Yuugi said with a mock sigh as he opened his bedroom door and headed for the bathroom with a Pharaoh following closely in his wake.

**********

While Yami busied himself with closing and locking the bathroom door, Yuugi pulled a few towels from their cupboard, laying them on the counter. That accomplished, the small boy pulled the shower curtain to shield the inside of the tub from view, turning on the water and testing the temp. He twisted the respective knobs to adjust the water’s hotness and cool factor, waiting until he was satisfied before switching the water flow from faucet to showerhead.

He stripped out of his light blue, starry PJs and his plain white briefs as his lover rid himself of the only garment he wore---a pair of midnight black boxers.

They stepped into the shower together, neither saying a word as the warm water flowed over their bodies, their contentment lazily flowing back and forth across their link.

The shower passed without incident, though that might have been because Yuugi sang Chichiri’s ‘Jyou Jyou Kibun Kouyou’, a thoroughly cute song that, put plainly, increased Yuugi’s Cute Status so astronomically that not even the nymphomaniac Yami could so much as entertain the idea of molesting his little Aibou, much less ravish him. And since Yuugi sang the song several times over, there was no time for Yami to make a simple seductive move.

Still, the song did not prevent him from soaping Yuugi up, shampooing the boy’s soft tricolored spikes and then conditioning them, and rinsing his small love off…nor did it stop Yuugi from returning the favor.

They exited the bathroom with towels wrapped around their waists, their nightclothes in hand, their skin still rosy and slightly damp.

Once they arrived in Yuugi’s room (and the door had been closed), the two teens tossed their bed garments carelessly on the still-unmade bed, reaching for their clothes.

Sometimes they dressed identically, sometimes not. Today they clothed themselves in their Battle City entourage, minus the jacket---it was summer and far too warm outside, and the dark colors of their punk-goth attire assured misery in the first place. The last items they donned were their Puzzles, though Yami’s was merely an echo, a copy, of the original that hung around Yuugi’s neck. One last check was conducted to make sure that they had their wallets, Ji-chan was informed that they would be home sometime later tonight (“No, Ji-chan, we won’t stay out too late, I know I’ve got school tomorrow.”), and the two boys left their home and stepped out into the warm summer day.

**********

Yuugi sighed contentedly as Yami guided him back to the Game Shop. They’d had a fun day. After breakfast, they’d gone to the park, where Yami had taken great delight in pushing Yuugi on the swings. Then they’d hit the arcade, where Yuugi witnessed Yami beat Kaiba’s high score on every one of the electronic games and then smirk smugly.

A shopping spree had followed lunch---Yuugi and Yami now possessed a number of new video games and numerous excellent quality cards, in addition to some new CDs and books that promised to entertain on a rainy day. They’d stopped by the Game Shop to drop off their wares before heading off to dinner. Afterwards, the lovers had digested while watching the latest action/comedy movie.

“Today was a lot of fun, ne?” the smaller teen inquired softly.

“Any time spent with you is enjoyable, Aibou,” Yami replied, his voice rumbling through Yuugi’s soul.

The younger shivered, and didn’t say another word.

**********


“Aibou…”

“Ne, Yami?” Yuugi inquired as he detached his wristbands from his slender wrists.

Strong arms enfolded Yuugi from behind, a regal face nuzzling tricolored locks.

The smaller flushed, even as he leaned into the other’s embrace. “Yami, no…I’ve got school in the morning, we can’t…”

“Silly Aibou…” the other drawled, pressing his body against his little koibito, already firm with anticipation.

A shudder quaked the other’s slim frame. “Yami…”

Said Pharaoh turned his partner around gently and claimed those soft lips.

“Mmm…” Yuugi’s eyes fluttered closed, his hands rising to grip the other’s strong shoulders, pressing his body insistently against Yami’s.

The boy’s lips parted, inviting the other inside his cavern of heat and sweetness, and the other did not hesitate to accept. He delved his tongue into his lover’s mouth, reveling in the heady rush of the taste that was Yuugi---pure and untainted, sweet like sugar, rejuvenating like rain, addicting like chocolate…

Yami moaned into his young lover’s mouth, his tongue ravishing the other’s mouth, relishing the feeling it sent surging through him, adding to the already-pulsing ache between his legs.

He heard Yuugi whimper, raised his hands to unbuckle the collar encircling his love’s pale throat. The decoration fell to the floor with a soft thump. Yami pulled himself away from his love’s sweet mouth, pressing hot, not-quite-harsh kisses along his Aibou’s soft throat.

//Mine.// he growled through their link, smiling a bit as Yugi cried out, blood rushing to settle between his thighs. He loved Yuugi. Loved how he was so responsive to his touch, his words…even the very sound of his voice…loved how Yuugi affected him. It was a high, an addiction, and Kami-sama help them but they never wanted the craving to end.

The Pharaoh attached his mouth to his young lover’s neck, sucking to mark him, but he did not leave his hands idle. One slipped under the boy’s shirt, sliding over the white gold flesh to toy with Yuugi’s buds, pinching gently, rolling them between his fingers, softly pulling and tugging, delighting in the way Yugi pushed back against him, thrusting his narrow chest out in a display of passion and need. The elder’s other hand dipped low to massage the growing firmness between his lover’s thighs through the cloth.

Yuugi cried out helplessly, twisting his body in an attempt to encourage firmer contact, seeking a way to ease the slow fire building in his groin.

“Yami, please…” he begged, gasping as the elder mischievously tweaked a tight, hard bud, his small hands gripping somewhere around the other’s elbows. His amethyst eyes had darkened to tanzanite with his need, and arousal had painted his face a soft rose, his lips slightly parted.

Without further prompting, Yami scooped his young love into his arms and carried him over to the bed, depositing the little one gently on it before joining him. His experienced hands removed Yuugi’s shirt, casting it carelessly aside. The tiny teen’s belt followed suit almost immediately. The elder lowered his head, deftly opening the boy’s pants before tugging them off the slender legs. The Puzzle was the last thing Yami removed, and the only item that received any respect.

The elder paused while he proceeded to remove all clothing from his own body, then turned his attention back where it belonged---to his beloved. His roving eyes drank in the soft, pale skin, the gentle curves, the slender limbs…and the soulful jewels of his koi’s exquisite eyes.

“My Aibou…the gods themselves could never have set their eyes on a more beautiful sight…”

Yuugi flushed. “Yami, please…no worshipping…”

“As you wish,” Yami replied, then buried his face between the other’s legs, nuzzling the downy fuzz that surrounded the weeping proof of his Yuugi’s arousal.

Yuugi keened, his hips thrusting upwards, expressing a deep, primal desire that the ancient spirit had every intention of sating.

With one swift movement, the older boy engulfed the hot, hard flesh in his mouth.

The boy with amethyst eyes arched and screamed, his tiny hands fisting in tricolored locks, hips snapping upwards, sobbing at the sensation of suddenly being surrounded in moist heat. The slow fire within him had erupted into a blazing inferno, and now all he wanted, all he craved, was release.

Yami smiled around Yuugi’s member, clenching the muscles in his throat for a moment, his beloved’s agonized howl of mixed pleasure and pain falling on his ears like sweet strains of music. He began to suck gently, working the youth with his tongue, his hands idly trailing along the smooth flesh of pale inner thighs.

“Yami…ah…hah…nnh…*Yami*!” Yuugi’s thigh muscles quivered in warning of his approaching orgasm. “Yami…please…close…Yami…” Long-lashed eyelids clenched closed, tricolored head thrashing from side to side, his hair disheveled, golden bangs matted to his sweat-soaked face as, deep within him, tension coiled, his lover’s name becoming a mantra on his lips.

//Show me how much you’re enjoying it, Aibou.//

The deep, husky tones of his dark lover’s voice were the boy’s undoing. With a scream that surely reached to the heavens, his body released a steady stream of milky liquid, plunging him headlong into a sea of bliss.

The Pharaoh swallowed everything his love’s body offered him, savoring it for the gift that it was, watching as Yuugi slowly came back to earth.

No words were spoken. None were needed. Yami’s desire, lust, and love surged through their bond in aching waves, the pure, raw emotions conveying his desires better than any words.

The taller boy reached for the drawer built into Yuugi’s nightstand, retrieving a tube of strawberry-scented lubricant. Snapping it open, he coated three fingers liberally and set the container aside.

Carefully, he prepared Yuugi for penetration, a finger at a time, scissoring as an added precaution. When at last he was satisfied that the youth was ready, he coated his own length, moaning softly as sparks of pleasure ignited at his own touch. The lubricant was tossed back into the drawer, which was then briskly shut.

Yuugi smiled softly and opened his legs wide, offering himself body and soul to the man who was his soulmate.

Their eyes locked, tanzanite and indigo, as Yami sheathed himself inside Yuugi with one swift, graceful motion. He stilled while the boy adjusted, firmly keeping his own desires in check.

At last Yuugi brushed his mind, a soft mental caress, his hands resting on his lover’s strong shoulders. It was their signal. Yami began to move, withdrawing, then slowly sinking back into the tight heat that sheathed him, throwing in a hip roll.

Yugi’s delighted moan, and the wave of pleasure crashing through his soul, spurred Yami to a more vigorous pace. The two fell into the rhythm they knew so well. The sound of flesh on flesh, combined with a chorus of high pitched keens and low moans, filled the room. Bodies dripped with sweat, heat filling the room, filling *them*, and gods, *gods*, so perfect…pleasure sparked back and forth across the shared bond, locked on a loop, two figures pushing roughly against each other, hands roaming frantically, searching…

Crying, begging, light drowning in shadow and shadow immersed in light, frantic pleas, fragmented sentences dancing across their fully open bond.

/*Yami!*/

//*Aibou!*//

/*Please…!*/

//*Mine!*//

Mouths joined desperately, slanting in every direction, wildfire passion. Tongues dancing in a frenzy, a pale mimicry of a more intimate mating. And the *heat*, the all consuming *heat*…

Pressure building low, but too slow, it *hurt*…

/*Yami don’ t stop pleasedontstop*/

//*Love you only you alwaysforeverloveyou*//

/*Please---need!*/

Closer now. The two boys clutched each other, mewling, crying, and pushing and pushing and pushing so hard so hard and *gods*!

//*Mine!*//

/*Yes!*/

Shifting.

Blinding white. Screaming, pleading. Sensitive nerves struck, over and over, fresh waves of burning.

Tight…heat…molten silk surrounding him, cocooning him…

A final pair of twin cries, and falling over to the edge to drown in ecstasy, light and dark intertwined. One. Physical enjoyment nearly lost, almost unfelt, in its spiritual equivalent, pure, raw, untainted fires of passion blazing across two joined souls.

/*Yami!!*/

//*Aibou!*//

White fluid splashed across their bodies, slender frames arching, shuddering, muscles quivering…collapsing, gasping for breath, basking in afterglow’s radiance.

**********

Yami and Yuugi lay still for a long time, their bodies reluctant to work properly again. With a soft groan, Yami managed to withdraw, collapsing beside his spent lover.

Two pairs of sated eyes locked, communicating feelings no words could accurately portray, feelings that had rooted themselves too deeply to be expressed with words.

Wearily, Yami rose again, licking his little one clean, then sinking down again, gathering Yuugi’s seed with a hand and lapping it off with a pink tongue. Once fully clean, he joined his mouth tenderly to his beloved’s, their tongues intertwining lazily.

The Pharaoh pulled up the sheets to cover them, snuggling close against his beloved, embracing the other loosely.

/Love you, Yami./

//And I, you, my precious Aibou. More than any palty words can express.//

Yuugi smiled. /Perfect way to end the day, ne?/

//I would say so.//

A yawn. /Tired…’night, Yami./

//Pleasant dreams, Aibou-mine.//

/You, too, Yami-chan./

One last hug, and the two lovers slipped into the world of dreams, content, warm, and loved beyond measure.


A/N: Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames, however, will be used to make s’mores. And for the love of yaoi, review! Reviews make my muses happy. Reviews make me happy. When muses and Ryu Tiamat are happy, there is more inspiration, which means more stories are added and updates are quicker.