Mirrored Image

As I said earlier in my other story, here’s my attempt at a lemon. Hope it’s not too lame.


Yugi Motou watched his darker half as he helped his grandpa stock the shelves. His other was wearing his trademark tight leather pants and sleeveless black tee. The once Pharaoh had no idea of the sex appeal he exuded as his muscles flexed beneath the material of his tight shirt.

Yugi saw all the people who flirted with Atemu, as his dark half preferred to be called. The dark boy would just smile at them and continue with whatever it was he was doing at the time, oblivious to the fact that they were flirting with him. It happened almost daily. It was kind of cute, really, how Atemu was so confident in his ability to master everything from games to school, but he had no clue that it was his looks that were causing people to stop and stare wherever the boys went.

Yugi knew, for he had his fair share of admirers. Both boys and girls. But ever since they had gotten separate bodies last year, he had felt this attraction toward his darker half. Maybe it was because they were quite literally soul mates. He wasn’t sure.

He also knew that the other boy felt the same as he did. For sometimes, fragments of dreams would leak over what was left of the link that they had once shared, when they both were using his body. But with the dreams, came whispers of doubts and insecurities. Doubts that Yugi would ever see the one dreaming as more than a friend. Insecurities about how he looked as compared to the fan girls and boys that his lighter half had accumulated.

Yugi smirked to himself. A week ago, tournament prize money had started pouring in. And, although he had saved most of it for their college tuition, he had made a couple of purchases. One of which being a large, ornate antique mirror. Atemu and his grandpa were still trying to figure out what he was going to do with that. He had told them that it was for a special project that he was doing.

The mirror was taller than he was, by a good foot. And twice as wide as it was tall. It took some maneuvering, but the three of them had gotten it into the room that Yugi shared with Atemu. It was resting against the wall by the foot of his bed, mirroring the image of the room and whoever was in it at the time.

Then he went out and bought a low backed, overstuffed chair. Kind of like the ones you sit in and play video games. The arms were just the right height for what he had in mind.

Tonight, when his grandfather left to go to, yet, another convention, Yugi was going to show his darker half exactly what both were good for. He’d had a fantasy about taking the Pharaoh from behind, and yet still being able to watch his face as he cried out during an orgasm. And he couldn’t get it out of his head. Tonight it was going to become a reality.

“Yugi, I have to go now.” His grandfather called up the stairs.

“Okay, Grandpa, be safe. We’ll see you in a few weeks.” He called back.

“Be good, and tell Atemu that he had better be good too!”

With that said, his grandfather grabbed his suitcases and walked out the door. Since Atemu was still out running errands, Yugi took the time to light some sandalwood scented candles and incense around his room. Then he pulled the chair from the corner and positioned it directly in front of the large mirror.

Turning the stereo on and setting it at a low volume, he dance as he finished cleaning the room and pulled out the clothes he’d bought just for tonight. Then he started getting ready.

Atemu was walking back to the house. Lost in erotic daydreams of his making love to his little light. ‘I know that I’m not good enough for him. He deserves better than someone like me. Between all the beautiful girls and the sexy boys trying to get his attention, he’s never going to notice that I’m right here… I’m just, well, I’m just me.’

Opening the door to the house, he called out, “Yugi, I’m home! Did Grandpa leave yet?”

Yugi must not have heard him, because he didn’t answer. When Atemu turned on the lights in the living room, he noticed a pile of clothing with some jewelry, sitting on the steps. There was a note on top. It read:

Hey you,

Put these on and meet me in our room. I have a project going on and I need your help.
-Yugi

As he shook out the clothing, he noticed that it was his garments from his days as Pharaoh. But the shirt and cloak were missing. Atemu was mystified; he thought that he had thrown them out. He hadn’t realized that Yugi had kept them.

Shrugging to himself, he walked to the bathroom to change. The ancient outfit made him feel uncomfortable. Not like itchy…, more like conspicuous. Like he would stand out severely in a crowd.

Once he hooked the golden belt over his shenti to hold it in place, he put on the choker, bracelets and arm bands. The collar plate was a little harder to put on by himself, but he managed. Then he added the golden plating around his ankles and put on the sandals. When he was finished, he took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in order. ‘I feel ridiculous!’ he sighed. Finally he placed the winged crown on his head, and left for their room.

Walking to their door, he was still puzzled as to why Yugi would want him to wear this outfit. And just what this project was.


Yugi heard his other half knock on the door. “Come in.” he replied, hiding behind the door. He watched as his soon to be lover walked in, wearing exactly what he had asked him to.

Looking around the room, Atemu froze in midstep when he noticed Yugi in the mirror. The boy behind him was wearing only black leather pants with crisscrossing straps for the sides. They looked like they had to be painted on. He had no shirt, only leather wrist guards and his choker.

Atemu quickly clasped his arms in front of him, to hide his growing arousal. Yugi smirked when he saw those beautiful crimson eyes widen. Walking slowly up behind the other, he whispered in his ear.

“Hiding something from me? You are the most confident person I know. In your abilities! Now why would you think that I wouldn’t want you for who you are?” Gently, he nipped at Atemu’s ear.

Pulling his darkness back against his body, he ground his hips against the other’s backside. Relishing the goose bumps that appeared on his dark’s skin, he ran his hands around the golden collar plating.

Nibbling, once again on his ear, Yugi said, “I’ve sensed some of your dreams. I’m kind of surprised that you haven’t sensed mine. But I guess it’s because they are conscious fantasies. Will you let me show you what I love so much about you?” Their eyes locked in the mirror. Amethyst against crimson.

Yugi’s final growth spurt put him an inch or two taller than the Pharaoh. And other than that, eye color and skin tone were the only things that told the two apart.

Atemu nodded, unable to even breathe.

Intent on showing his dark why he would choose to be with him, Yugi nibbled a path from his earlobe, down his graceful neck, to his shoulders. While his hands were busy tweaking both nipples until they were hardened nubs.

Amethyst eyes never left the crimson in the mirror, as Yugi slid his hands down Atemu’s oh so sensitive sides. Hooking a finger inside the golden belt holding the shenti up. Then smirking at his dark, he changed directions, slipping has hands up the muscular thighs an underneath the short, skirt-like garment.

Yugi watched the mirror as Atemu tried to bite back a moan of appreciation, closing his eyes and arching back against his arousal. A jolt shot through both boys’ bodies from that movement.

“Uh-uh, open your eyes, and watch us.” Yugi murmured, licking the outer shell of his ear.

Slowly, he slid his hands back under the other’s clothes. Atemu’s hands coming to rest on his backside. They moved against each other, not unlike dirty dancing, for a time.

“You really have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” he asked

“Mmm. I’ve never really thought about it. I’m just, aahhh, me, little one.” Atemu answered, panting.

Yugi ran his hand across Atemu’s bare backside, raising an eyebrow at him. His dark blushed, saying “They, uh, wouldn’t fit underneath without looking ridiculous, so I wore the thong.”

The younger one smirked at his darkness, in the mirror, before swatting him, hard, on the backside. Atemu yelped.

“What was that for?” he asked, biting his lip.

“I was just checking something. Yep, that makes a nice sound. I might just have to do that again.”

“You do realize that I will pay you back ten fold for whatever you do to me.”

“I’m counting on it.” Yugi replied, winking at him.

He soothed the red mark with his hand. Then he ran a finger underneath the skin colored thong that the other was wearing, until he reached his sac.

One hand holding his darks hips steady, he ran his finger lightly over his arousal. All the while watching a blush spread across Atemu’s face as he was caught up in what the light was doing to him. The finger then made the trek back the way it came from, ghosting lightly over the entrance to his body.

By now, both boys were panting harshly, fully aroused. Yugi moved them over to the chair that was in front of the mirror. He pushed lightly on his darks back until he was bent over the arm of the chair. His face in the cushions, backside in the air. Then Yugi leaned over him slowly, brushing his obvious arousal against the Pharaoh’s exposed backside.

Reaching down inside the cushion, he found the bottle of oil he had placed there earlier.

“You’ve never done this before, have you? The last thing I want is to push you into doing something that you’ll regret. And giving up control is a big thing, for you. Are you absolutely sure about this?” Yugi whispered in his darks ear.

“I would never regret giving control over to you, Aibou. Nor would I regret giving myself to you. I love you too much for that.” Atemu turned his head so he could look into Yugi’s eyes through the mirror. Hands curled by his head.

Yugi pushed Atemu’s shenti up around his hips so he had better access to the shapely backside revealed. Then he picked the thong in his teeth and using his hands to help, slowly pulled it down the other boy’s legs.

As he did this, he heard Atemu’s breathe quicken. Using his tongue, he lightly licked a path back up the inside of the Pharaoh’s one leg, running his hand up the other leg.

By the time he had reached the top, Atemu was trembling, his hands fisting in the fabric of the chair.

Yugi quickly slicked up his fingers. Kneeling behind his lover, he watched his face in the mirror as he slid on of the fingers lightly around the ring of muscles that guarded the entrance to Atemu’s body.

He slipped one finger inside of his lover, slowly. Atemu had scrunched up his face, not used to the sensation. Massaging his body from the inside, Yugi waited until Atemu was moving back against his finger. Then he slid the second on inside.

His dark tensed, muscles tightening around his fingers for a brief second, before relaxing. Yugi moved his fingers in and out a few times before hitting a spot that made his lover cry out. Aiming for that spot again, he watched his lover as he cried out, body arching back against him.

Then he began to scissor his fingers as he moved them, to help prepare his dark half for the next step. He moved the third finger into position and slid it inside with the other two. This time, when Atemu cried out, it was a cry of pain and surprise. Yugi stood up without removing his fingers and leaned over his lover.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Atemu’s breathe hitched as he answered. “N-no! Don’t s-stop please!” Tears were visible in his eyes.

And he pushed back against Yugi’s fingers to make his point clear. Yugi kissed him as he continued to prepare him for their first joining. After hitting Atemu’s prostate a couple more times, the dark was moving his body against his fingers.

Sliding his hand out, Yugi quickly rubbed the oil on his throbbing arousal. Then he positioned himself at Atemu’s entrance. Slowly he started to push his way inside. This time the Pharaoh reared up. The object pushing into him was a lot larger than the fingers. Yugi leaned over his other half, stroking his hips lightly, and began to whisper soothing words in his ear, to take his mind from the pain.

He could feel Atemu’s muscles clenching and unclenching around him. The other was so tight that Yugi feared that this was hurting him something bad.

“Shhh. It gets better, I promise.” He whispered.

Their eyes locked in the mirror and Atemu winced as Yugi slid the rest of the way inside of him. Buried to the hilt inside of his lover, Yugi panted as he fought the urge to move within the tight heat. Gradually, he felt the muscles loosen around him as the other became used to his presence.

When Atemu pushed back against him, he pulled out of the tight heat, until only the tip remained inside. Then he pushed back in setting a slow pace.

“Ngh… fas-faster.” Atemu panted out.

Picking up the pace, Yugi searched for the right angle to hit that one spot…

“Aaaahhhhhh!”

‘There it is’ Yugi smirked.

He shifted, hitting that spot with every thrust.

By now, Yugi was slamming into Atemu, repeatedly hitting his prostate. Both boys’ cries piercing the silence.

Yugi reached around, and grabbed Atemu’s member, pumping him in time with his thrusts. The mirror was forgotten for the moment, as both boys were lost in the ecstasy.

Atemu could take no more, as he came, hard, with a loud cry.

As his muscles tightened around Yugi to unbelievable proportions, he too lost it. And came, with a cry rivaling Atemu’s. Before slumping onto the prone body beneath him, Yugi had just enough presence of mind to pull out of his new lover.

Both boys slid off the chair and landed on the floor in a heap. Each too tired to do more than twitch in the afterglow. Finally, Atemu reached over and pulled his light close to him. Face to face, they shared a mind-blowing kiss.

“If we’re going to pass out, I suggest we move to one of the beds.”

“Oh now there’s romantic for you.” Yugi said, sarcastically.

“No, you were romantic tonight. I’m just being practical.” Atemu countered, with a tired smirk.

The pair shakily picked themselves up off the floor. Holding hands, they made it to Yugi’s bed and climbed under the covers. Atemu quickly shed the clothes that he was still wearing.

“I love you so much. I wish you would believe in yourself as a person, as much as you do in your abilities.” Yugi said as he traced Atemu’s bottom lip with his thumb.

“I love you too, little one. I will try to do as you ask.”

“And you can’t call me little one anymore. I’m taller than you now!”

Atemu tightened his hold on the boy, “You will always be my little one.”

Sharing another kiss, both boys fell asleep, exhausted.

The next morning, Yugi awoke to a smirking Pharaoh. “My turn, little one”

The end.


Please review? And try to be somewhat kind. It’s my first attempt.