Ugh, my head.
As he began to wake up, Yami felt like the contents of his head were pushing against his skull. And with every beat of his pulse, a dull pain would attack his head. As consciousness made itself more present in the crimson-eyed youth he tried to move his hand to clutch his head, but noticed that he could not move his arm. There seemed to be a weight on him that prevented the desired change of position. But whatever it was, it was so relaxingly warm and gave of the most heavenly scent
Yami's eyes slowly opened a sliver, the bright sunlight beaming from the window making it harder for him to open them anymore. The nerve ending in his face finally picked up something soft brushing against Yami's mouth and nose, and he almost sneezed because of it. Through his blurry vision, Yami saw a head of black and purple-tipped hair lying on his chest.
Yami's head immediately jerked up and he forced his eyes open. And what he saw greatly sobered his mind. He and Yugi were both lying in Yugi's bed. Both males were shirtless, Yami still had his black leather pants on, though the top button was undone, and Yugi was only in his boxers. Yami blushed as he started to actually feel Yugi's presence on his chest, his soft warm skin across Yami's bare chest rising and falling with his own soft breathing. His small angelic sleeping face, a picture of innocence and comfort, sent sinful warmth throughout Yami's body and a bright red hue to his face.
How in the name of Ra
! Yami tried to sit up, only to see that his legs were tangled up with Yugi's and one of his arms was completely wrapped around the smaller boy's midsection. Upon this realization, Yami's face flamed further and he slowly unwound himself from the smaller youth, making sure not to disturb the slumber of his hikari. But once he was out of the compromising position and sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, his initial shock kicked in and he started to internally freak out.
What is going on? How in the world did I and aibou end up
like THAT? What
what happened last night?!?!
He gritted his teeth as these types of questions flew through his head. However, contrary to what Yami wanted, the questions not only got him more flustered but caused him to visualize what might have happened. This in turn made him vehemently try to chastise himself, which led to him once again painstakingly trying to remember what happened, which once again led to the fantasizing of possible occurrences. It was a cycle of self abhorrence that didn't seem to have an end.
Then Yami decide to risk a glance over at his aibou, and was relieved to see that he was still asleep. He noticed Yugi shiver and his protective instincts kicked in. Despite his flustered state, Yami took out a pajama shirt and its matching pants and carefully dressed Yugi. Glad that his little counterpart was still asleep, he moved the covers over his body, making sure that it didn't cover his mouth or nose. Yami chuckled when Yugi snuggled closer to his pillow in his sleep; his aibou was just too adorable.
Yami looked back up at Yugi's sleeping face and saw that he was smiling. "
" He was still asleep, but now he had started to mumble. The crimson-eyed boy looked on endearingly. Yes, so very cute
" He froze. His aibou was still sleep-talking but
was it just him or did Yugi's cheeks look pinker? And was his smile different? And did the AC stop working?
Yami stood up abruptly and headed toward the bathroom. I need a shower. Yeah, a nice cold shower. He stripped off his last piece of clothing ("underwear is not a requirement when one is donning leather"), turned on the shower and stepped under the cold stream of water. Yami had become half hard back by Yugi's bed, and the ice water now pelting his skin was greatly helping him calm down. The fact that Yami was berating his own behavior at the same time also helped.
Dammit! I cannot be acting this way! It is completely disrespectful to my aibou for me to react as such just from watching him sleep. I really feel like a big pervert now. By Ra, I will not act this way again. I'm not like Bakura and Marik. I- That thought struck a chord of Yami's memory, and he tried to focus it: Oh yeah, now I remember!
Yugi's grandfather had just left for an excavation in Cairo the other day, and the gang decided to come over and have a small party and
Jounouchi, Honda, Anzu and Ootogi were there first of the group to get to the Mutou residence, and they had all sat on the living room carpet and started playing a few games of B.S., Spit and others of the like. Yami was prevented from sitting beside his hikari, as Jounouchi deemed it an unfair advantage for the two of them. The crimson-eyed boy was slightly annoyed from being separated from Yugi, but he put up with his blonde friends superstitious reasoning; he and Yugi still won most of the rounds anyway. Around the time they finished their sixth game, the front door slammed open, revealing Bakura. His leg stance showed that he had just kicked the door in and in his arms he carried two 36-packs of assorted beers. "Good evening, bitches! Now this party's REALLY gonna get started!!" He announced obviously already slightly intoxicated.
He gallivanted inside, followed by Ryou, Malik and Marik. After dropping his load on the table, Bakura, Malik and Marik attacked the box container of the drinks. Ryou walked up to the group on the floor. "Sorry we're late guys. Bakura and Marik insisted that we make a stop to the supermarket to pick up some beer for the party. I tried to stop them, but after Malik sided with them I lost the argument on the matter" Ryou said apologetically.
Yugi looked up at Ryou with a smile and said "Don't worry about it Ryou; you're here now, so why don't you come and play with us?" Yugi patted the spot beside him to offer it to his friend. Ryou's happily bounced over to the spot by Yugi and hugged his arm as he thanked him. A display of affection that Yami did not enjoy watching. That should be me sitting next to aibou, and me sharing hugs with aibou. It's so unfair just being a spectator.
"So, what are you guys playing?" Bakura inquired as he passed out bottles of Bud Light and Heineken. Anzu replied, "Well, Yami just won a game of President, and I think we were about to start a game of-"
"President?? What are you guys, five years old?" Malik all but yelled. "Okkay, that's it, we're playing poker!"
Anzu looked back at him uncertainly. "But
I don't know how to play. And I don't think we should be drinking without proper adult supervision." She wanted to look good in front of Yami, and she knew that she would look like an idiot if she tried to play poker, or would not be able to flirt properly if she was drunk.
Marik looked at her incredulously before announcing, "Alright, anyone who isn't going to drink, and doesn't know how to play poker should just fuck off and go home." All the other guys looked at Marik with appreciation in their eyes. FINALLY someone said it!!
"FUCK OFF!" he yelled in her face. So that's what she finally did. With an angry embarrassed expression she got up and headed for the door, adding a few unnecessary shakes of her hips while doing so. Needless to say, the guys were slightly disgusted by the action but were glad that they could finally play some real card games. (A/N: Love poker; hate pplz who refuse the blessed game)
As they started up the first game of 5-card, Yami became more and more bothered by Ryou and Yugi having their own private conversation in hushed tones. Especially when something Ryou said caused Yugi's cheeks to turn pink.
"Hey, Yugi" Ryou whispered over to his tricolor-hair friend. "I think Yami's bothered by the fact that I'm sitting so close to you and that we're whispering with each other." Yugi felt his cheek heat up at the statement. "I-I don't know what you're talking about
" Yugi replied, intent on stopping the flow of this conversation before it started. Ryou giggled then whispered into Yugi's ear "I think he's jealous." Yugi's face became even more flushed at the statement and he said, a bit louder than before, "S-stop it. That's wrong
Stop what? What's "wrong"? Yami's mind was plagued with jealousy at how intimately Ryou was interacting with his aibou: leaning in close, whispering things to each other that made Yugi flushed and flustered. Yami spotted Ryou staring sideways at him for a second before the albino boy smirked and leaned in closer to Yugi in a way that made him need to hold onto his shoulder and arm in order to steady himself. His lips were practically touching Yugi's ears as he whispered something that made even the boy's ears turn tomato red. Yami took a long drink from his beer bottle.
As the night went on, the guys had played several games of 5-card, Black-Jack, Texas Hold'em, and even a heated game of War. The empty bottles slowly started to outnumber the full ones, and it was evident in everyone. Malik and Marik were in the middle of a wild make-out session, Bakura, Jounouchi and Honda were arguing about who won the last game, and Ryou had fallen asleep and had taken over the couch. Yami, who had taken advantage of the white-haired boy's absence, claimed the spot next to Yugi and was now downing his eighth bottle of beer. Yugi was smashed; he didn't drink much usually and had been talked into drinking a bit more than usual. And then a bit more turned into a lot more. Now he was swaying in his seat, holding a (surprisingly enough) losing hand of cards loosely in his hands, and giggling at nothing.
"Yaaaaamiiiiiii~" Yugi slurred, now half facing the drunk former Pharaoh. "How does our hair stay up like this? *hic*." He started running one hand through his own hair and one through Yami's. Yami was too far gone to concern himself with the close proximity of his aibou, and he leaned into the touch like a cat being stroked.
After a little while longer, almost everyone had fallen asleep, and Yugi was starting to doze off. "Hey, hikari, it's bed-time" Yami slurred, as he picked up the little one and wobbly made his way to their shared room. Even when completely and utterly wasted, Yami's first concerns were of his little hikari.
When they reached the bedroom, Yami attempted to lay his little one down carefully on his bed. But as luck would have it, it did not go as gracefully as desired; Yugi's arms had been wrapped around Yami's neck. So when he dropped Yugi on the sheets, Yami had been accidentally pulled down onto him. After catching his breath, Yami tried to get up off his aibou, but he was too tired and only succeeded in taking his own weight off the littler one by getting on his elbows. Yugi looked up at his counterpart with a dreamy unfocused gaze and Yami down at him.
Though neither one knew who initiated it, somehow their lips came together in a fiery kiss. The effects of the alcohol were making their actions sloppy, but they were also keeping away the pairs inhibition. Pent up passion, affection, love, lust and desire flooded out of the two and met where their mouths connected. And several minutes later, when they remembered that oxygen was a requirement, they broke out of the kiss, panting.
Yami looked down at his hikari: Yugi was panting heavily, his little pink tongue slightly protruding his mouth, his lips red from kissing, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the drugging kiss. "Stupid
gettin' me all
hot and bothered
" Yugi huffed, still out of breath.
In the back of his mind, Yami thought, So that's what they were talking about. But he hardly had a chance to dwell on this thought before Yugi came back up at him for another kiss.
Yami would have fallen backwards if it weren't for the wall to the shower, which he was now leaning back against. His face was bright red as he recalled how they had proceeded to strip one another, still kissing, until they were left with only the clothes Yami had woken up to them in. As complete realization hit him, Yami slid down to sit on the tiled shower floor. I was kissing Yugi
and Yugi was kissing me
.and me and Yugi were KISSING!...and
Yami looked down for a second.
now I need another cold shower
~~~Back in the bedroom~~~
Yugi woke up after hearing the door to the bathroom close. He was feeling very groggy and his hangover was terrible. As he sat himself up, squinting at the light from his window, he looked around, almost not recognizing his room. How did I get to my room? I don't remember going upstairs
Damn, I shouldn't have had so much beer. I hope Jounouchi wakes up with a mind numbing headache for this. Stupid "act like a man" routine always seems to get me.
As Yugi's eyes came into focus, he looked down at himself and noticed he was wearing PJs. Then it struck him. Yami! Yugi scanned the room with his eyes and stopped on the bathroom door when he noticed the sound of running water. He started to feel guilty and embarrassed; Yami definitely drank more than him, but still brought Yugi to his room and got him ready for bed. At that thought, Yugi blushed and looked down to his pajama pants. He lifted them up a little and saw that he was still wearing his boxers from yesterday, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be so embarrassing if Yami had completely changed me. Yugi stood up and stretched his limbs out, and not two seconds later his vision whirled and he wobbled shakily on his feet. He had almost completely forgotten how troublesome being hung-over was. After righting himself, Yugi went over to the bathroom door and rapped his knuckles on it a few times.
"Yami? You're in there, right?" he asked through the door.
Yami had been rinsing soap out of his hair, and froze from the sound of his aibou's voice. "Uh
Yes Little One, I am here."
"Oh good!" Yugi said happily. "I just wanted to tell you something."
Tell me something? Did he remember what we did last night? Is Yugi mad at me? "Um, what might it be you wish to say, aibou?"
"I just wanted to thank you." Thank me?!? Yami's face reddened again. "You know, for taking me upstairs to my room and getting me ready for bed. I know you must have been tired yourself, and, well, you drank a bit more than I did, so it must have been hard for you. Thank you for taking such good care of me."
Yami felt guilty. He thinks I helped him, when in truth I let my drunken self take advantage of that trust he has in me. Then another realization came to him. That also means he does not remember what transpired last night. So
that fire that I felt through our kiss was entirely alcohol-induced. Yami was saddened at this, but responded nevertheless. "You are welcome, Little One. Don't ever think that I would not show concern for your wellbeing."
Yugi's cheeks turned pink and he felt his heart speed up a bit. "A-Anyway, did you remember to bring clothes into the bathroom, or did you forget again?" Yami looked around and saw that he had in fact forgotten.
"Sorry, aibou, but would you get me some clothes?" "Sure. Any preferences?" Yami blushed as he said "A tank top, a pair of sweatpants and
a pair of briefs, if you don't mind."
The pink in Yugi's cheeks darkened at the request, and he offhandedly why Yami wanted sweatpants of all things and specified *coughcough* particular undergarments. But he went to the closet and took out the garments anyway. With a "here you go" Yugi quickly opened the bathroom door slightly and chucked in the clothes.
After a few minutes Yami came out fully clothed and drting off his hair with his towel. As part of his tank top rolled up, Yugi stared at the exposed skin. He blushed when he realized what he was doing and turned his head away. When Yami was done mussing with his hair, he said "We should go downstairs and check on the others." Yugi nodded in agreement and they both left the room.
Half way down to the living room they heard sounds that indicated their friends had just woken up. Such sounds included: "shit, my head" "Marik get off'a me!" and "CRASH". Yami chuckled as he rounded the corner into the living room. Honda was sprawled across the carpet still asleep, an empty bottle in his grip. Malik was pushing an unconscious Marik off of him. Bakura and Ryou were curled up on the couch together like cute little bunnies. Jounouchi was sitting hunched over, his head in his hands and his face contorted in pain. Yugi smirked; Ha! Your punishment is served! Bottles were strewn across the floor, some dripping unfinished booze onto the floor. There was one broken bottle over by Jounouchi, which would explain the crash from before
Said blonde looked up to the pair standing in the living room entranceway and gave a crooked half-smile, clearly trying to mask his pain. "Hey, Yug'. How're ya feelin'?"
Yugi put on a calm mad face and said "Like shit, thanks to you. I swear I'm never going to fall for your whole "drinking 'till your wasted is part of being a man" logic ever again. You hear me!"
Yami snickered at this declaration and received the most (adorably) threatening glare from his little one. The amethyst and crimson eyed teens started to venture through the sea of empty bottles, picking them up along the way. "Be careful not to step on the broken glass hikari." Yami quickly grabbed his foot before it could be hurt by the unforgiving shards of glass below. Yugi blushed and thanked him before carefully collecting the shards.
When the whole room had been free of bottles and the cards from last night's games had been picked up, then they got to work waking the rest of the gang up. "Get up, ya lazy ass!" Jounouchi yelled and kicked Honda in the side. Said pointy-haired teen picked himself up with a scowl and started swinging his fists at his blonde friend. After a good skirmish, the two headed for the door, saying their goodbyes. "Danks for havin' us ova' guys. Da party was great!" Yami was helping to pry Marik off of a pissed off and hung-over Malik, being cursed out and thanked at the same time.
Yugi went to deal with Ryou and Bakura. But
He couldn't bear to wake them up; they were snuggled together on the couch, with Ryou curled up against Bakura's chest. Ryou's hand was curled up next to his face while Bakura's arm was protectively around him. He had never seen Bakura's face look so calm. Yugi smiled. Ryou and Bakura must really love each other very much. They seem so happy together, and they seem to belong with one another.
Without being aware of his actions, Yugi looked over to Yami, who was trying to deal with an angry Marik, who insisted that he would not be separated from his own hikari. For some reason, the small teen felt a sudden pain in his chest. He clenched his fist near his chest as he looked at his counterpart; Yami was pulling with almost all his might at the annoying teen, but he was laughing at the same time. I've always loved his laughs. Another pain in his chest. I
I really wish
his laugh could belong to only me
Yugi felt a hand on his head. "Aibou? Are you alright?" Yugi looked up and saw that Yami's face was suddenly very close to his own, and he jumped back from surprise. "Y-Yami! Don't worry I'm fine" He could not conceal the blush on his face. "Are you sure? Your face is red and I would hate to think you became sick." Yugi's smile softened. He hugged Yami and replied "Thank you, Mou Hitori No Boku, but really there is nothing wrong with me. Maybe a little headache from drinking too much, but otherwise there is little need for you to worry."
The taller was slightly shocked by the action, but relaxed into the embrace. He was about to hug back when- "*Yawn*
Hey, Pharaoh. Getting some more action in the morning as well?" Yami blanched and turned his head toward the voice. Bakura was sitting back against the head of the couch with a knowing smirk on his face, and Ryou was just waking up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Heh, I guess last night's little tryst wasn't enou- hmpph!" Yami jumped over to the couch and covered the talkative albino's mouth with both hands.
Ryou was confused about what was going on, but he had enough sense to get as far away from the couch as possible while the two struggled with one another. He went over to Yugi and silently asked what was going on, but Yugi shrugged also not knowing what could have riled them up so early in the
wait it's already 11:30! "I'm going to start making breakfast now. Ryou, will you help me?" "Sure." Yaugi looked over at Marik and Malik. "Do you guys want some breakfast too?" Malik shook his head and replied "Nah, we have to head home. We didn't actually tell Isis that we'd be staying over all night, so we've gotta get home ASAP. Thanks for the party." "And the beer" Marik added. And they left as well
When the others were out of the room, Yami let go of the thoroughly pissed off Bakura. "What the hell, man!! All I said was-" "Just try and finish that sentence, and see what I do to you" Yami hissed. The crazed albino scowled but closed his mouth. Yami let out a shaky breath then asked, "What exactly are you referring to? What
what did you see, perhaps, is a better question?" Bakura smirked and replied with a smug voice "Oh nothing really. I was just looking for the bathroom, and I happened to walk in on you devouring the shorty's neck and him moaning your name. And you were both quite scantily clad, to make it more interesting." Yami didn't know whether to be terrified that such a dangerous person had seen them, or embarrassed to have been seen by anyone. His face chose the latter, turning a bright shade of crimson.
Bakura's smirk grew. Hahaha! I love messing with the Pharaoh! "So, how did shorty react this morning when you guys woke up?" At this question Yami's expression took on a sad tone, which confused the albino. "What? He couldn't have been mad with you about it, right? Otherwise he wouldn't be giving you hugs and stuff, right?"
Yami looked away before answering. "Aibou doesn't even remember what happened last night."
Bakura's eyes widened in shock. "He doesn't remember?!? With the way he was moaning I thought he would come from your foreplay alone, and he doesn't even remember?!? How the hell does that make sense? That's it; I'm going to set the squirt straight." Bakura got up from the counch and started for the kitchen, but Yami grabbed his arm to prevent him from going.
"No! Don't!" Yami implored him. "I don't want him to be troubled with this knowledge. He was completely drunk, and he wasn't in his right state of mind. He doesn't remember anyway, so I don't want to give him anything to stress over." "But that's only your own speculation. You have no idea how he'll react." "But still
" Bakura looked at the crimson-eyed teen for a moment before sighing. "Fine, fine. I won't tell him."
Yami looked at him with an almost grateful expression before Yugi called the two in for breakfast.
~~~ After Breakfast (sorry, but I'm not gonna go into detail on how they ate pancakes) ~~~
Yugi and Ryou had just finished washing the dishes. "So Yugi" Ryou started. "How did the party end upstairs?" Yugi didn't like how Ryou's conversations were starting as of late. "What do you mean?" "I mean, what happened after you to went to the bedroom?" Ryou waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Yugi blushed and said "Nothing like that happened. Yami just took me upstairs and helped me into my PJs." The albino boy pouted and pressed on. "Are you sure nothing happened? You know how you always forget things that happen when you get drunk. It would be quite interesting to find out whether or not Yami was the one who gave you that kiss mark right there on your neck."
Yugi's eyes widened and he ran to the nearest bathroom mirror. And upon seeing his reflection he gasped then ran back to Ryou. "B-but, but, how? How did I get this? W-when did I get this?" Yugi babbled hysterically, and Ryou just giggled at him. "I don't know the exact circumstances in which you received that lovely little hicky, but I do know that it wasn't there yesterday" he said in an entertained voice. With that, Ryou left Yugi by the sink, the tricolor-haired boy blushing to several shades of red.
Yami was busy ignoring Bakura when Ryou came up and hugged his lookalike, leaving Yugi in his wake. Blushing. Again. AGAIN! Why does he always get so flustered around Ryou?! The little brit already has Bakura! He should be enough to occupy anyone for a lifetime! Yami was feeling that jealousy again. He went over to his hikari and saw a slightly dreamy expression on his face. The taller looked onto where Yugi's eyes were pointed and saw that he was watching Bakura whisper something to Ryou, and Ryou's face lighting up.
I want to be so close to Yami, as Ryou is to Bakura.
Yami heard his hikari give a sigh, and he felt like he wanted to cry. Aibou doesn't seem to want me anyway, so why should I bother him with what we did last night. I'll keep that precious memory to myself. "Well, we're gonna head home now. Thanks for the booze and breakfast" Bakura called out to the pair, knocking them out of their respective reveries. They walked the last of their friends to the door and bid them goodbye. But right before they closed the front door Ryou yelled, "Oh, and Yami! Next time you and Yugi have a wild make-out session make sure that he's not drunk. Otherwise he'll wake up wondering where all the hickies came from."
Silence. Utter silence took over the room. Yugi stared open mouthed at Yami, his cheeks a-blazing, whilst Yami stared wide-eyed at the door, his own blush consuming his entire face, ears and neck. But despite the dark hue of his counterpart's face, Yugi noticed that Yami looked almost scared. "Y-Yami
?" Yugi whispered, trying to get Yami to at least look at him. But the crimson-eyed teen just started shaking. This got Yugi very worried, and he rushed over to try and help. But when the smaller teen tried to touch the taller's shoulder, the latter flinched and stumbled backwards. Yugi was shocked; not just because of the refusal of touch, but at how forlorn Yami's expression was, now that he could see it properly.
so sorry, aibou
" W-what?! He's sorry? Does he regret it so much
? Yugi felt that pain in his chest again, but this time it traveled up to the back of his eyes and left a stinging feeling. "I shouldn't have let the situation get out of hand
I can't believe I would do such a thing to you
" Wait, what? Does he
think he did something wrong? "Even though you don't even like me in that way
even though you desire someone else
" HUH?!? "
As long as you didn't remember it, I was going to prevent it from bothering you
"Yami, hold on a second! I-"
"Please!" Yugi now looked Yami straight in the face and thought he might lose strength in his legs with what he saw; Yami's eyes were watery and held so much dejection and desperation. "Please forgive me aibou. You can berate be all you wish, but please do not hate me. However if you must hate me, please at least allow me to keep that memory. Let me at least in my memories feel as if you also
" Yami had slid down to his knees and was looking up at Yugi with a pleading expression.
Now Yugi felt like he was going to cry as well. He expected rejection so much that he believes I would hate him. He was so concerned for my own wishes that he assumed that he was not a part of them himself. He thought I loved someone else and thought I would be burdened if told of what happened. And he
Yugi fell down upon Yami and embraced him in a tight hug while he started to cry. "Yami...*sniff* Yami, I love you. *sniff* I love *sniff* you so much
" He clung to his counterpart tightly as he continued repeating the same words over and over.
Yami was shocked. Yugi wasn't yelling at him. Or trying to cause him bodily harm. Or telling him to leave and not return. Rather, the small boy's chest wracked with sobs as he professed his love to Yami. Yami pulled Yugi upright and looked him in the face. "Wait, I thought you-"
"For Ra's sake, Yami, stop thinking! It's you I love. It's only ever been you! So kiss me and tell me you love me already!"
Yami smiled and complied. He leaned in and closed the distance between their mouths and they shared their first real, completely sober kiss. It did not reek of alcohol and sweat; it instead tasted sweet, somewhat syrupy from breakfast, and a bit salty from the tears of joy they were now both shedding. It sent comforting warmth through both of them that neither had ever had the pleasure of feeling before. "I love you, Yugi Mutou. My one and only precious aibou." They nuzzled their noses together in an Eskimo kiss and laughed.
They stood up and started to make their way back to the bedroom when- "Ow ow ow! My head! Ow!" Yugi clutched his head in his hands and cried out in pain, still giggling a bit. Then Yami felt it too, a dull pain running through his head. He chuckled before saying "I guess crying with a hangover wasn't the best idea." Yugi glared over at Yami before leaving for the bedroom again and saying "Bring me an aspirin and some hot tea. Then we're gonna finish whatever it is we started last night." Yami chuckled again.
Wouldn't have it any other way aibou.