Lies

I don't have much to say before this starts, but there will be a decent author's note at the end.
Soooo... As you're probably aware, this is puzzleshipping. But wait...
Seme Yugi?
Le Gasp!

And now, on with the story.


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6:50 AM. Noise invaded the room, echoing on the bright walls. The alarm clock had, as usual, started what it did best: attempt to wake a certain person. On the bed, a warm body rested, oblivious to the harsh notes that reached its ears. The boy’s breathing was deep, his eyes shut.

Sleeping.

…Or was he? The alarm clock, being an object, wasn’t about to question this fact and went on with the buzzing. A human being, on the other hand, might have pondered on the fact that a normally constituted boy would have, by now, reduced the alarm clock to silence and then gone back to sleep. Yet this teen laid there, clearly lost in dreamland or beyond, his material body his only link to reality. Next to his bed rested a golden pendant, shaped like an inverted pyramid. It was glowing in the morning sun.

Glowing…

In fact it was more like an aura, a feeling that surrounded the item and engulfed the entire room and the young man on the bed.

Happy. Loving. Protective.

Somewhere deep inside the inextricable labyrinth of his dark half’s soul, Yugi opened his eyes, feeling soft arms wrapped around him and a soft breathing on his neck.

***

I used to think that lying was bad. Isn’t it what we all learn as children? I wouldn’t lie to anybody, or on the rare occasions it happened I’d feel pretty ashamed of myself.

Not anymore.

I’ve been lying to my grandpa, Jonouchi, Anzu, everyone.

Especially myself.

Well, I suppose you could say that ‘’hiding truth’’ isn’t really ‘’lying’’. But it feels the same to me.

My friends…

Of course they know about my darker half. Yami.

My Yami…

I’m drifting, now. It always happens when I start thinking about him.

His deep, comforting voice.

His gentle smile.

His eyes. Gods, those eyes…

Hmm. See what I mean?

Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes, hiding the truth from those who love me. As I said, I’ve already told them about my other self. And I consider myself incredibly lucky for the fact that they didn’t turn their back on me when they learned about him. I mean, how many people would want to be friends with a card game obsessed teenager who pretends to host the soul of an ancient pharaoh inside his weird pendant? Not to mention all of this ‘shadow game’ business.

Sometimes, I try to convince myself that it would have been easier if they hadn’t been there. None of them would risk getting hurt for me, and I wouldn’t have to tell them anything.

But I know it’s a lie. Without my friends, I would have been lost. Yes, Yami would always be there for me, but if I only had him…

I know it’s my fate to help him recover his memories, but how can I go on by myself, knowing that all these efforts, all the dangers we’ll face in this quest will only lead to him leaving me? I’d never have the strength. My friends support me, push me forward, remind me that I’m not doing this for myself, but for my other.

Mou hitori no boku… I know someday you’ll have to leave, I know that it’s your destiny, god knows you deserve the peace of the afterlife, but... When I try to tell myself that it’s for the best…

Then I know I’m lying.

Because how could it be for the best when the mere thought of being alone in this body makes me shudder? How could it be for the best when the simple idea of never seeing your face again makes tears roll down my cheeks? How could it be for the best to tear us apart? Yami…

Heh. As if things couldn’t get more complicated… I had to start looking at you as more than a friend. To my defence, it was mostly your fault: I should have bought you a mirror, just to let you see the way you look at me. Even in your translucent spectral form, I can feel the intensity of your gaze, always burning with that passionate fire. I can see the flames when you duel, when you’re fighting for justice… And when you’re staring at me.

Mou hitori no boku, have I told you that you have the most mesmerizing eyes in the universe? Yes, probably hundreds of times, in these countless moments where all we could do was stare at the other. And to see those eyes shining in silent happiness, I would do anything, anything, anything…

Now can you see? Can you see why I’ve been lying?

My friends have already accepted this entire madness. How could I tell them that I’ve fallen for the spirit of a pharaoh, for the… other me? Just how terribly wrong does that sound? Above all, I feel bad for Anzu. Her feelings are as clear as water. She loves him too. She too has fallen for the flame in his eyes and the deep voice and soft laugh… I don’t want to do this to her. I don’t want her to know that I’ve stolen his heart and soul from her, I don’t want her to feel crushed like I know I would be in her place. She’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and still today she’s always by my side, helping me whenever I’m feeling down.

Dear Anzu… You’ll have to leave too, won’t you? After the pharaoh leaves, what will hold you back? How much as it hurts to admit it, I know you won’t stay just for me. I don’t even want you to. I only wish for your happiness, dearest Anzu, you have dreams, you have hopes… But I don’t fit in them. I know you’ll make your wishes and dreams come true, you’ve got the courage and character. And at times I feel rotten for being the only thing standing in the way of your heart’s desire.

Jonouchi, Honda-kun, everyone, if only you knew what a coward I am. I just don’t have the guts to tell you about my feelings. I’m afraid, so afraid of what you’d think of me. The puzzle brought us together, but could it also be the reason we’d drift apart?

I know it doesn’t make any sense. I’m always picturing the worst case scenario. Because being optimistic would kill me if one of those were to happen. Anyway, whatever I do, the worst case scenario concerning Yami will eventually come.

Death.

It sounds harsh when it’s put plainly, doesn’t it?

One could say there are worst fates.

Liars.

Dreamers.

How I wish I could believe them. But let’s be honest for a change. I’ll be cut from the other half of my soul, from the person I love with all my heart. Forever!

And when he’ll be gone… God help me if I find myself alone then. I need my friends. No human being could face this alone. That’s why I haven’t told them anything, because I’m afraid of what’ll happen to me if they leave too, finally disgusted with everything that’s so weird about me. You could say I’m being weak. Maybe. Nevertheless, I can’t afford loosing them now. And keeping them near me, not telling them how I really feel, who I really am…

It feels like I’m betraying them. Lying to them.

I know they should know. What are friends for, if not sharing? But hell, how much more can I expect any of them to accept? Isn’t all we’ve been through enough already?!

It’s somehow funny to think that the cause of all this insanity is, at the moment, peacefully sleeping beside me.

***

It had been like this for a while now. Every night, after going to bed, I’d find myself in my soul room. Sometimes he would be there, smiling, waiting for me. Sometimes I would enter his soul room and call for him. I know better than trying to find him in this maze. In any case, we would finally find each other and spend all night together talking, laughing, playing duel monsters, sleeping next to each other.

And one night… Well, you probably have guessed it by now.

As cliché as it sounds, I’ll always remember our first time. We’d been playfully fighting over something silly… I remember pushing him on his bed and attempt to tickle him… Somehow I ended up on top of him, his face inches from mine. Our eyes locked, his widening in surprise. I remember the short silence, the heat and hunger that consumed me in under a second…

Next thing I knew I was kissing him.

Yes, as incredible as it seems, I was the one to make the first move.

How long it lasted, I do not recall. Our lips parted and we looked at each other. I felt my cheeks warming up from the blood that rushed to my face, but that was okay. He was blushing too, and it was the most endearing sight you could possibly imagine. But more than that, I could feel his emotions that mirrored mine. I smiled, my eyes half-lidded, my mind hazy with happiness, and captured his lips once more. I felt him tense and melt under me and gods, Yami.

I want more.

I want more of you.

I want you.

I placed my hands on his cheeks, soft and warm, slowly moving to caress his ears and the back of his head.

//Aibou//, he sighed softly.

It always bewilders me to see how gentle and soft he can be with me when I think about the attitude he projects.

But I’m definitely not complaining.

I left those sinfully soft lips and started kissing under his jaw line and down his neck. I was craving for more skin contact, needing to feel him, to know that this was real, or at least as real as it could be in a soul room. After a few minutes of kissing and struggling, both our tops were gone. Still lying on his chest, I found his lips once again and moaned.

//Yugi, what are we doing?//

His confused thought couldn’t penetrate the haze I was in. I found myself replying in an uncharacteristic seductive tone:

/Do you want me to stop, then?/

I could feel him, his hands on my back and neck, his increasing heartbeat, his breathing…

//No, never, don’t stop!//

Everything was blurred around us, and I thought for sure that were he to let me go, I’d fall and drown and disappear from this time and space.
My head moved southward and I bit and licked around his collar bone, tasting him. He was so soft…

‘’Yugi!’’

That sound… That deep voice filled with desire and pleasure, combined with the instinctive movements of his body…

Hmm. I guess that’s where I lost that last remnant of self-control.

I moved my mouth to one of his nipple, my tongue and teeth working on their own accord as my hands roamed every inches of his skin. I was literally groaning at this point, lost in my hunger for him. It felt so good, so perfect, so hot as he moved against me, panting, moaning, calling for me. It felt exhilarating to be in complete control, to give him everything I could, when he was usually the one to protect and guide.

’’Aaah!..’’

Gods! I moaned against him and shivered. Did I really want him so bad that his voice alone made my body burn? These new sensations were driving me insane and left me craving for more.

I left the tender skin of his chest and claimed his lips. My pants were getting uncomfortably tight and Yami’s muffled moans, as much as they made my toes wriggle in delight, were anything but helpful. I tried to unbutton his leather trousers without breaking the kiss, and succeeded. However, the damn article was reluctant to leave its owner. My frustration must have been evident as I soon heard a low chuckle through our link.

//Need any help, aibou?//

I pulled on his pants. Still not moving.

/Why must you wear these things so tight, anyway?!/

//If I remember well, aibou, it was after I accidentally intercepted this thought of yours where you mentioned you’d gladly take those pants’ place and…

/You heard that?!/

He laughed again and I pulled back, pouting in annoyance. I was about to resume undressing him when…

``WHAT?!``

‘’Hmmm?’’

‘’Please tell me I didn’t hear you think ‘cute’ just now.’’

He gave me his trademark overconfident smirk.

‘’ I didn’t hear anything, aibou.’’

I was nearly fuming. ‘’Cute’’. Couldn’t it have been ‘’sexy’’ or ‘’manly’’? Nope. I heard him laugh again and felt my face heat up, embarrassed.

I had forgotten to shield my thoughts from him.

//O mighty manly aibou, wouldn’t you like to continue what we started? These pants truly are awfully tight.//

I glared at him and as I looked into his mocking eyes, a plan began to take shape in my mind. I sent him the most evil smile I could muster, along with some explicit images of what we could be doing if I could only get these blasted pants off him. To my satisfaction, I saw his eyes widen and his mouth release a silent ‘Oh’ before he practically ripped the pants off himself.

Deliberately ignoring a certain area, I let my hands caress is belly and thighs. I lifted one of his legs and kissed it just above the knee. He moaned softly, his hands gripping the sheets below him. Smirking, I slowly brought his upper leg to my cheek, locked my eyes on his and muttered:

‘’Let’s play a game…’’

The look on his face was priceless.

Where is that smirk of yours, now, pharaoh? I thought. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire, and his features contorted in painful pleasure as my hands caressed just next to where he craved to be touched.

// Wha-What’s this game about, aibou?//

/Actually, it was you who gave me the idea. When you called me ‘cute’./

He groaned, from frustration or desire I didn’t know. Probably both. I had to bite my lips hard in order to keep myself from throwing my plan out of the window and attack him.

/Now, the game…/
I stopped everything I was doing to make sure I had his full attention. A soft whine of protest confirmed that he was ready to listen.

/I want you to find more words to describe me. Every time I think you found one good enough, I’ll kiss you nearer to… That place. I’m starting at your knee./

I smiled- well, smirked at him as he looked at me.

//Evil…//

I bit him, not enough to hurt, yet more than enough to cause a reaction.

‘’Aaah!’’

‘’Oh, did I forget to mention that you’ll be punished for a wrong answer?’’

‘’You…’’

‘’Careful, now. The game’s started.’’

He glared at me some more and fell silent. He closed his eyes and when they opened, I realized that I had just challenged the person who wore the title of ‘king of games’. Things didn’t look good for me.

However, at the moment, I was the one in control. And I planned to take full advantage of this fact. Yami’s gaze softened and he finally made his first try:

‘’Beautiful’’

Touché. I moved an inch or two, kissing and teasing the skin on my way.

‘’Intelligent’’

Good, again.

‘’Perfect’’

I bit him. He looked at me, puzzled.

‘’That’s a lie. You’ve got to mean what you’re saying.’’

He frowned. His eyes were serious, yet soft. Filled with love.

‘’I did mean it.’’

He smirked.

‘’Sure, some of your sexual fantasies involve torturing your partner with a silly game, but who said that was a bad thing?’’

My own patience was wearing out and I couldn’t help but wonder at how calm and superior he could still act under all this teasing. I’m pretty sure I would have been begging him by now, in a similar situation.

‘’Wonderful’’

Time for a surprise attack…

I suddenly slipped to his mid-thigh and sucked the skin there. I heard him gasp, moan, and felt his fingers twine in my hair.

//Whaaa?//

His incapacity to form coherent sentences gave me a smug feeling of pride, knowing that I had been the reason of his daze.

/I had to give you credit for ‘perfect’ too, as you had meant it. Don’t worry, next time I’ll be much, much slower…/

He answered with a groan.
//Hot//

I moved and let my tongue explore the soft surface.

//Nnngh… Aibou…Nice!//

I moved again, nearly there. I could feel our pulses rushing. One more… Unfortunately, Yami was caught in some kind of a daze.

//Mmmmh. Cute.//

I groaned and bit maybe a little harder than necessary. I mean, come on! The one word you couldn’t use!

‘’Ow!’’

Well, at least his brain was functioning again.

‘’Incredibly…Godly…Sexy.’’

That was much better.

He was so beautiful, with his eyes shut, his lips parted, his body trembling slightly in expectation, craving something… And then I couldn’t stand it anymore and took his length in my mouth.

He gave a long, melodious cry that made me shudder and melted under me. I had expected him to be quite vocal, but he was apparently too lost to say anything. It felt incredible, to know that such a small action could bring that proud and regal being writhing and begging under me, for me, because of me.
I could feel my temperature rising from the muffled sounds my dark was making. I let my tongue play around him, craving to hear more of those alluring noises.

//A-Aibou!//

/Yes, call for me, Yami…/

//Aibou! Gods!//

/Yes more!/

//Ah! Want-mmmhmore!//

/How do you ask for something, Yami?/

//Oh! P-please-uh!//

/Yes…/

Oh yes Yami mine so perfect so…
His hips thrust upward one last time before his body tensed. His back arched, his every muscles stretched as he screamed my name, riding waves of infinite pleasure. Then, he collapsed on the bed as I swallowed the result of his elation.

He turned his face to meet mine and –oh wow.

His crimson eyes were darker than usual, half-lidded and glimmering. His naked body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his face still adorably flushed. His blond bangs messily stuck to his skin, and still looked like a mess after he attempted to replace them. His breathing was still heavy, and the way he was looking at me…

He released a long, shuddering sigh.

Something snapped inside me and the next second I had him under me as I loved his mouth with renewed fervor. The next minutes are blurred in my memory, our minds completely fogged as we lost ourselves in each other. I lost my pants too at some point, but god knows exactly when. We were touching, groping, caressing and gods it felt SO good! Our fingers and mouth traveled around each other’s body, learning, discovering, teasing and yes! I needed something right now or I would explode.

Suddenly Yami was above me, panting, bringing our bodies together as he murmured huskily in my ear:

//Do you need anything, my aibou?//

/You…You… Yami, I need you!/

//Yes aibou… Anything for you, my love.//
I put my hands on his hips, shuddering in anticipation. He positioned himself and slowly brought himself down, with me inside him.

At this moment the world could have ended and I’m not sure any of us would have cared, because this was what we’d been waiting for way too long already.

Our spiritual bodies moved against each others, And I felt myself surrender and get lost in those waves of pleasure I was drowning in. Perfect didn’t even give enough credit to this moment. It was above anything that could ever have existed, it was Yami and me, together.

I can I describe this instant, this eternity, the fire that consumed me, the lust and love I felt exploding inside me like internal fireworks. And then he started moving faster.

‘’Aaaaaah!’’

And it was heaven and hell and please make this never end, oh Yami, Yami, so beautiful and hot with your eyes on fire and your moans and cries…

And then the world went white, nothing else existed besides our bodies rubbing together and I screamed and gods, there was an angel above me…

The heavenly creature arched on me, its head tilted back, mouth open and crying in pleasure.

Oh, Yami… My dark angel…

We collapsed for good, our bodies intertwined, our energy drained.

***

Minutes had passed when I felt something wet and warm on my neck, just where Yami was nuzzled. As time went by, I realized that it could be… Tears? Panic coursed through me as I sent a worried inquiry through our link. He quickly pulled back, resting on his arms. Tears indeed cascaded down his gorgeous face, but he had the most radiant smile I’d ever seen on him. He kissed me so, so softly, as if I’d break if he used too much force.

//Aibou…//

And he repeated the wish he’d made not so long ago:

//I want to be with you… Forever.//

/Me too… Forever./

***
Today I know that our wishes will never come true. It is almost unbearably tempting to loose ourselves in the fantasy that the present can last forever, and sometimes I yield to it, just for a single night. At times I want to curse the world and the gods for how unfair this is. And sometimes, like at this very moment, in the sanctity of his soul room, when I’m surrounded by his scent and soft skin and warmth, I consider myself the luckiest person in the world, because I know what it feels like to love and be loved in return.

And I will cherish this memory until the day I die.

A movement, eyes bearing into mine.

//Mmmh. What’s on your mind, aibou?//

/You. Always you./

That wasn’t a lie.

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There!
I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it. I would really, really appreciate reviews for the following reasons:
1- This is my first fanfic. I need advice from people with experience. :)
2- English isn't my first language and there must be a lot of mistakes in this.

Thanks to everyone who read my story!