What a Wonderful World ( A Yugioh Fanfic)

Twenty-Three: Wilting Prematurely

Heat. Sweet warmth. It enveloped around him, causing his skin to tingle from comfort and pleasure. It traveled up from his frail legs, almost completely shapeless behind, bony spine and one narrow shoulder. This same sensation radiating tranquility flowed in a stripe across his sticky, lower stomach. He felt so at ease in this position, knowing his lover was right there, without the shame of actually having to look at the sleeping beauty.

Yugi had awakened like this, from his guess, over twenty minutes ago. It was only a little after daybreak, judging by the weak sun rays pouring through the window and the light twitter of birds outside. His guardian was gently spooning him; with his softened cock lying between the pale boy's equally pale legs. The dark had probably wrapped his arm around the hikari, pulling him close, sometime after he went to sleep. As the violet-eyed teen stirred awake, he felt Yami tighten his grasp around him, pressing his chin to the boy's shoulder. The dozing Pharaoh breathed deeply, and the light felt every inhalation against his back.

Yugi had been quite exhausted, so he had not a mind to give to what he and his other half done after the passionate act of love and lust was actually committed. His thoughts were jumbled for most of the night, especially after his first view of his 'new' face. And this mind haze only grew ten-fold when the light and Yami started their sexual intercourse. But now, as Yugi stared dully at the black bed near his own, he had all the time in the world to think about the repulsive thing he had done.

Yugi had taken the innocence of another. The purity. The two did love each other, but still. It was Yami's virginity. Something so unblemished shouldn't be forcefully given, like how Yugi pressured his dark to. The way the boy asked made it seem like if the Pharaoh denied him, the light would have killed himself right then and there. Even if he would have, Yugi hated knowing that maybe the sex was led by his yami's extreme protectiveness, and not totally his love. The crimson-eyed teen would have done anything to stop the light. Anything...
"No. Yami loves you. You love him and he loves you just as much." Yugi whispered to himself urgently, attempting hopelessly to reinsure himself. He deserved his guardian's love, body and soul. He deserved to be loved by the incredibly handsome man, right?

After letting out a long, exaggerated sigh, Yugi rolled over in his lover's embrace, so he now faced his dark. Yami let out a quiet moan from the light's movement and flopped backwards from his side to his back. The Pharaoh removed his arm from around the hikari's hips,

sliding it on top of his own defined stomach.

Yugi looked idly at his darker half, trying to force any ideas of self-unimportance out of his head. He took in every shape and color of his guardian's perfect face. He had always thought him and Yami looked pretty identical, except for the height, eye color and skin tone. But now that he was so close to the other, closer than ever before, he realized that some of the same things that made the two similar looking were the biggest differences.

The light's cheeks had always been large, before the incident with Keith, due to the baby fat that he never quite grew out of. Yami's cheekbones were also big. But instead of being large from baby fat, the Pharaoh cheekbones were high and the skin stretched tightly over it. The area directly below it was also hollow and deep, forming a perfect inward curve. Yugi brought his finger to the dip, feeling the dark's smooth, tan skin.

The taller teen tilted to the touch. His long hair fell over his forehead, draping the light's hand with blond tresses. And unlike Yugi's sunny yellow bangs, Yami's was streaked with the occasional black strand. Not only was the bangs a different shade, but the red tips of most of his hair were also a wine color instead of the shade of a brick red crayon. But of course. The Pharaoh was the darker half.
The violet-eyed boy watched as his guardian's long, thin but clumped eyelashes flickered. The left, bronze eyelid dragged halfway open, revealing a mellowed crimson iris.