Post by yuugi on May 5, 2007 22:00:04 GMT -5
Tasty Treats
By: Yami Yuugi (ff.net) or Yuugi as I'm known here.
Summary: Distracted by a new video game, Yuugi finds himself thrown into a passionate moment with Yami, who wants attention. With the addition of the pharaoh’s new treat, he indulges into his two favorite things, Yuugi and yogurt.
Warnings: Yaoi between Yami and Yuugi with lime with yogurt involved.
This is old. I wrote this earlier in 2006. This was requested by a friend from ff.net. Wanted something involving yogurt and a lime. Came up with this. Hope it isn't too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Tasty Treats
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Summer… The days of pure freedom. The life of luxury for three months. Yami enjoyed these days, just as much as the record hitting one hundred and five degrees. Those days, Yami sat back, enjoying a sweat-soaked Yuugi chilling on the couch, shirtless. Summer held a special place for both the pharaoh and his light.
Today, however, was different. Yuugi had ignored him all day long, enjoying his new videogame. Usually the teen was engaged in a duel or watching the game shop for his grandfather. The teen held such naivety to his advances. Why was the boy so ignorant?
Yami sat in the kitchen, head resting on the dining table. Anyone who partook on this sight would have laughed. Egypt’s all mighty once pharaoh sulked, gazing into the living room. The object of his affections sat immersed in his Nintendo DS.
‘Why the hell does he get so into this Pokemon game?’
Sighing inwardly the pharaoh’s stomach protested against his sulking. Food was needed. His stomach growled, almost as if screaming ‘give me food now, damn it!’
Against his perverted thoughts, Yami sought out to his stomach’s needs of nutrients. He shifted through the refrigerator, turning his nose at the majority of his partner’s delicacies in the food department.
“Why does he like hamburgers so much?”
With further excursion, he came across a package with bold lettering and color. Block letters reading ‘Dannon Lite n’ fit’ yogurt stood proudly in his peripheral vision. With a brow raised, the pharaoh pulled out the mysterious treat, examining it further.
“Yogurt? Is this that stuff Yuugi eats all the time?” He opened the container, sniffing it gingerly. “Hmm, strawberry banana?” A finger found its way into the milky concoction, swirling it slowly.
“Hmm, I wonder what it tastes like.” Pharaonic braveness took over, the natural drama boy state of nature taking form. He pulled his tanned finger from the mixture, licking his finger with curiosity. His eyes widened, lips pulling the digit further into his moist mouth. The yogurt tasted wonderfully. Light and sweet. Smirking to himself, he gazed into the living room, eyeing his innocent light with a look of pure perverted humor.
‘Hmm maybe this will show Yuugi how much I care for him in a non brotherly way.’
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“Okay Eeep you have to kill the Skarmory, I want to level up!”
Small fingers skillfully punched at the keys of A, B, Y, and X. The small boy’s eyes were glued to the screen, taking in the damage of his Eevee and Charmander duo. Things were looking rough for them as a large metal-like bird, swooped down onto them. Each life point meter began to fall, red lights flashing brightly.
Violet eyes widened, bloodshot from the constant game play. Yuugi’s mind had fallen less and less onto that of reality, fully immersed into his video game. Hell, any time a game came out, be it neither video nor board game, he ignored everyone fully figuring out a way to master the new challenge of his games.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon wasn’t any different. The game needed patience and above all, skill. He had spent over three hours attempting to defeat this stupid Mountain Steel dungeon. However, he had planned on defeating this Skarmory now. Only problem fell upon the level of his team.
Eevee shuddered upon the screen, a bright yellow light engulfing it quickly. A screen followed suit, big white blockish letters reading ‘Eeep has fainted, the mission has ended. Would you like to send a distress call?’
“After all this freaking time of playing for hours straight and it dies on me saying distress call? What the heck is up with this?”
Deeply frustrated, Yuugi threw his DS down, pouting adorably. “Why does this happen? I’m supposed to be the king of games!”
“I’m afraid you don’t own that title in all fields, Yuugi.”
Violet eyes widened, heart racing. Yuugi held onto his chest, turning towards the figure of his darkness.
“Yami, you scared the heck out of me.” He pouted, crossing his arms indignantly. “Why are you sneaking up on me anyways?”
Crimson eyes bore into those of pure violet. A sense of mischief hung heavily in the air. The usually introverted pharaoh stepped forward, holding out his newest discovery from minutes before.
“Uh, is there a reason as to why you’re holding out a container of yogurt?”
The boy was dense… Yami couldn’t take it anymore. Simply gazing at the young boy in front of his eyes took away every thought of his lacking memories from Egypt. Hell, he could mentally undress the boy all day. However, right now, Yuugi held such an irresistible air around him. He looked so sexy.
Smirking in his usual stance of emotion, Yami dipped a tanned finger into the pink dairy treat. Teasingly, he walked forward, rubbing his yogurt covered finger across his light’s pale cheek.
A shudder of surprise ran through Yuugi’s body. His back arched in pleasure and oddly enough, sensual pleasure. Cold fingers of his pharaoh trailed across warm skin, a blush forming almost instantly.
Skillfully, the once boy king leaned forward, breath fanning against the shell of Yuugi’s ear. Huskily, words of every emotion felt by his other self fluttered through the drum of his left ear.
“Curiosity took toll on me. My new treat needed something even sweeter. You, my partner, are now apart of my love. You are mine.”
A pink tongue met pale skin, licking away the confection from the boy’s perfect face. The blush deepened as Yuugi froze. Confusion settled into the boy’s foggy mind. The words echoed over and over again. The one he had known for years loved him more than a brotherly fashion. He, who had never held any attraction to anyone held a fond curiosity as to why he was the object of affection in the eyes of Yami.
“Why? Am I merely a toy or is this more than pure lust?”
These words penetrated the spirit’s heart like a hot knife through butter.
“I love you more than Re himself, Yuugi.” He brushed a hand through Yuugi’s spiky hair. “You gave me life, and above all another chance to find love.”
Yuugi found himself hauled over into the taller boy’s lap, hands suggestively underneath the hem of his shirt.
Who knew his pharaoh held such a perverted nature?
“Yami, I don’t know how I feel about this. Please just give me a chance to think, please?”
A sigh escaped the elder’s lips. Crimson eyes softened, set upon the other half of his soul. Yuugi held everything over him, control even. Yet, he felt torn between a rock and a hard place. The boy was so naïve and innocent. How could he taint such a gorgeous being of innocence?
Softly, he placed his mouth upon Yuugi’s petal-soft lips. An electric jolt shot through both as their lips connected fully. Light and darkness had united, creating a dangerous combination of unity and love.
Hands roamed freely across pale and tan skin. Tongues danced in dominance, driving each teen into pure bliss. Soft pants echoed through the living room as Yuugi found himself pinned down. Yami held his treat once more into the boy’s peripheral vision. His fingers dipped into the sticky concoction, dragging each fingertip across Yuugi’s neck. His pulse point met the fate of pure bliss. Cold strawberry-banana yogurt hit the warm, sensitive skin of his weak spot.
Deviously, Yami leaned forward, weight balanced onto his haunches. His talented tongue dipped into the boy’s soft spot, taking in every drop of the pink goo. Yuugi bucked beneath him, body mewling in pleasure. His hips grinded into those of his darkness, friction sending both into overdrive.
Every touch held such perfection. Mewls and moans of erratic pleasure coursed through the room. Yami couldn’t help his playful nature against the boy. Yuugi was ticklish and very vocal. With this thought welded into his mind permanently, he knew this would come in handy for later.
Hands roamed underneath the hem of a large baggy t-shirt. Smooth, milky skin came into view as every inch of the boy’s chest came into view. The shirt soon found its maker and grave as it landed in a lump onto the floor.
Lips came into contact with the boy’s chest, tongue swirling in and out of a small navel. Yuugi’s hands fisted into the blankets, teeth bared in pleasure. It wasn’t surprising that Yuugi held such erotic movements whenever he encountered foreplay.
“Yami, please, stop… It feels… So good…”
Every word held shaky breaths. Passion began to overwhelm the small game king. His eyes glazed over, pure plum taking form instead of usually innocent violet.
Lust-filled crimson eyes locked onto those glazed amethyst, basking in the glory of this enticing situation.
The boy practically fidgeted in frustration. Every touch, every movement sent him into pure oblivion. He had never been touched nor had any sexual dreams containing these perverted gestures.
Yet in a sense, the eighteen-year-old knew that this was wrong. Practically falling for someone who was known as himself. The other half of his soul. It was considered a taboo, loving ones’ self. An act of hatred towards society. He broke more than one taboo in one meeting. He had been taught for years, if not drilled into his mind since age one. Love couldn’t happen between two people of the same sex. Love was meant between a woman and a man.
‘Why is this so confusing? I thought I liked Anzu, yet, I believe I am falling for Yami?’
Yuugi always held a childhood crush on his friend, Anzu. Yet it never evolved from that. Hell, he had gone on two outings with her in the past and had confirmed nothing of pure friendship between him and her. In a sense, he was happy to see it end the way it had.
“I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never liked or had an attraction towards a male. Hell, I’m straight except for you, Yami.”
“I’m special like that, aren’t I?”
A rain of kisses landed upon his soft stomach, along with a touch of sensual pleasure. Yami held something of great touch. He couldn’t picture why it felt so good.
“Yami.”
“That’s it, moan for me.”
Complied quickly. The boy gave in to the pharaoh with ease.
Yuugi moaned loudly, legs fighting beneath the one straddling his hips so suggestively.
A smirk crossed the pharaoh’s face as he dipped his fingers into the yogurt once again.
“Shall we continue? I believe that I have won the first round, little one.”
Everything was a game. He didn’t understand why. Everything was a game and held a meaning of more than just pleasure or fun. Apparently this was to teach the boy a lesson in the art of sexual contact.
Yami dipped his fingers into the waistband of his light’s baggy cargo shorts, withdrawing the belt with ease. Gently he caressed his partner’s growing bulge, eyes dancing with mischief. Yuugi’s face, sheathed in sweat, cheeks rosy from his every touch. This was exactly as he dreamt.
“You’re beautiful, little violet.”
Yuugi found himself stripped fully of his pants, boxers following suit. His body shivered violently. His heated erection standing freely. A warm mouth engulfed his member, teeth teasing its tip.
A cry echoed through the room. Things had gotten over the edge. A skilled tongue worked its way across his stiff erection, engulfing it further into the mouth of his soon to be lover.
Cries ripped from his throat. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy. Every touch, every ripple of pleasure surrounded his member, a heated tongue plaguing it with warmth by the second. Yami delved into the sensitive slit of the boy’s cock, teasing it with great precision.
“Yami! Stop teasing me!”
A choked cry echoed through the room as Yuugi’s body fell into euphoria. His body jolted forward, releasing his essence into the awaiting mouth of his pharaoh.
Boneless, chicken-like in a sense, he collapsed onto the couch, sweat sheathing his body translucently. His chest heaved in attempts of calming his erratic heart rate. His eyes closed softly, hair falling into his flushed face.
All the while, Yami gazed down at his treasure, completely in awe of how such a small thing as yogurt brought him and Yuugi together. It was truly a tasty treat after all.
-Fin.
By: Yami Yuugi (ff.net) or Yuugi as I'm known here.
Summary: Distracted by a new video game, Yuugi finds himself thrown into a passionate moment with Yami, who wants attention. With the addition of the pharaoh’s new treat, he indulges into his two favorite things, Yuugi and yogurt.
Warnings: Yaoi between Yami and Yuugi with lime with yogurt involved.
This is old. I wrote this earlier in 2006. This was requested by a friend from ff.net. Wanted something involving yogurt and a lime. Came up with this. Hope it isn't too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Tasty Treats
- - - - - - - - - - -
Summer… The days of pure freedom. The life of luxury for three months. Yami enjoyed these days, just as much as the record hitting one hundred and five degrees. Those days, Yami sat back, enjoying a sweat-soaked Yuugi chilling on the couch, shirtless. Summer held a special place for both the pharaoh and his light.
Today, however, was different. Yuugi had ignored him all day long, enjoying his new videogame. Usually the teen was engaged in a duel or watching the game shop for his grandfather. The teen held such naivety to his advances. Why was the boy so ignorant?
Yami sat in the kitchen, head resting on the dining table. Anyone who partook on this sight would have laughed. Egypt’s all mighty once pharaoh sulked, gazing into the living room. The object of his affections sat immersed in his Nintendo DS.
‘Why the hell does he get so into this Pokemon game?’
Sighing inwardly the pharaoh’s stomach protested against his sulking. Food was needed. His stomach growled, almost as if screaming ‘give me food now, damn it!’
Against his perverted thoughts, Yami sought out to his stomach’s needs of nutrients. He shifted through the refrigerator, turning his nose at the majority of his partner’s delicacies in the food department.
“Why does he like hamburgers so much?”
With further excursion, he came across a package with bold lettering and color. Block letters reading ‘Dannon Lite n’ fit’ yogurt stood proudly in his peripheral vision. With a brow raised, the pharaoh pulled out the mysterious treat, examining it further.
“Yogurt? Is this that stuff Yuugi eats all the time?” He opened the container, sniffing it gingerly. “Hmm, strawberry banana?” A finger found its way into the milky concoction, swirling it slowly.
“Hmm, I wonder what it tastes like.” Pharaonic braveness took over, the natural drama boy state of nature taking form. He pulled his tanned finger from the mixture, licking his finger with curiosity. His eyes widened, lips pulling the digit further into his moist mouth. The yogurt tasted wonderfully. Light and sweet. Smirking to himself, he gazed into the living room, eyeing his innocent light with a look of pure perverted humor.
‘Hmm maybe this will show Yuugi how much I care for him in a non brotherly way.’
- - - - - - - - -
“Okay Eeep you have to kill the Skarmory, I want to level up!”
Small fingers skillfully punched at the keys of A, B, Y, and X. The small boy’s eyes were glued to the screen, taking in the damage of his Eevee and Charmander duo. Things were looking rough for them as a large metal-like bird, swooped down onto them. Each life point meter began to fall, red lights flashing brightly.
Violet eyes widened, bloodshot from the constant game play. Yuugi’s mind had fallen less and less onto that of reality, fully immersed into his video game. Hell, any time a game came out, be it neither video nor board game, he ignored everyone fully figuring out a way to master the new challenge of his games.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon wasn’t any different. The game needed patience and above all, skill. He had spent over three hours attempting to defeat this stupid Mountain Steel dungeon. However, he had planned on defeating this Skarmory now. Only problem fell upon the level of his team.
Eevee shuddered upon the screen, a bright yellow light engulfing it quickly. A screen followed suit, big white blockish letters reading ‘Eeep has fainted, the mission has ended. Would you like to send a distress call?’
“After all this freaking time of playing for hours straight and it dies on me saying distress call? What the heck is up with this?”
Deeply frustrated, Yuugi threw his DS down, pouting adorably. “Why does this happen? I’m supposed to be the king of games!”
“I’m afraid you don’t own that title in all fields, Yuugi.”
Violet eyes widened, heart racing. Yuugi held onto his chest, turning towards the figure of his darkness.
“Yami, you scared the heck out of me.” He pouted, crossing his arms indignantly. “Why are you sneaking up on me anyways?”
Crimson eyes bore into those of pure violet. A sense of mischief hung heavily in the air. The usually introverted pharaoh stepped forward, holding out his newest discovery from minutes before.
“Uh, is there a reason as to why you’re holding out a container of yogurt?”
The boy was dense… Yami couldn’t take it anymore. Simply gazing at the young boy in front of his eyes took away every thought of his lacking memories from Egypt. Hell, he could mentally undress the boy all day. However, right now, Yuugi held such an irresistible air around him. He looked so sexy.
Smirking in his usual stance of emotion, Yami dipped a tanned finger into the pink dairy treat. Teasingly, he walked forward, rubbing his yogurt covered finger across his light’s pale cheek.
A shudder of surprise ran through Yuugi’s body. His back arched in pleasure and oddly enough, sensual pleasure. Cold fingers of his pharaoh trailed across warm skin, a blush forming almost instantly.
Skillfully, the once boy king leaned forward, breath fanning against the shell of Yuugi’s ear. Huskily, words of every emotion felt by his other self fluttered through the drum of his left ear.
“Curiosity took toll on me. My new treat needed something even sweeter. You, my partner, are now apart of my love. You are mine.”
A pink tongue met pale skin, licking away the confection from the boy’s perfect face. The blush deepened as Yuugi froze. Confusion settled into the boy’s foggy mind. The words echoed over and over again. The one he had known for years loved him more than a brotherly fashion. He, who had never held any attraction to anyone held a fond curiosity as to why he was the object of affection in the eyes of Yami.
“Why? Am I merely a toy or is this more than pure lust?”
These words penetrated the spirit’s heart like a hot knife through butter.
“I love you more than Re himself, Yuugi.” He brushed a hand through Yuugi’s spiky hair. “You gave me life, and above all another chance to find love.”
Yuugi found himself hauled over into the taller boy’s lap, hands suggestively underneath the hem of his shirt.
Who knew his pharaoh held such a perverted nature?
“Yami, I don’t know how I feel about this. Please just give me a chance to think, please?”
A sigh escaped the elder’s lips. Crimson eyes softened, set upon the other half of his soul. Yuugi held everything over him, control even. Yet, he felt torn between a rock and a hard place. The boy was so naïve and innocent. How could he taint such a gorgeous being of innocence?
Softly, he placed his mouth upon Yuugi’s petal-soft lips. An electric jolt shot through both as their lips connected fully. Light and darkness had united, creating a dangerous combination of unity and love.
Hands roamed freely across pale and tan skin. Tongues danced in dominance, driving each teen into pure bliss. Soft pants echoed through the living room as Yuugi found himself pinned down. Yami held his treat once more into the boy’s peripheral vision. His fingers dipped into the sticky concoction, dragging each fingertip across Yuugi’s neck. His pulse point met the fate of pure bliss. Cold strawberry-banana yogurt hit the warm, sensitive skin of his weak spot.
Deviously, Yami leaned forward, weight balanced onto his haunches. His talented tongue dipped into the boy’s soft spot, taking in every drop of the pink goo. Yuugi bucked beneath him, body mewling in pleasure. His hips grinded into those of his darkness, friction sending both into overdrive.
Every touch held such perfection. Mewls and moans of erratic pleasure coursed through the room. Yami couldn’t help his playful nature against the boy. Yuugi was ticklish and very vocal. With this thought welded into his mind permanently, he knew this would come in handy for later.
Hands roamed underneath the hem of a large baggy t-shirt. Smooth, milky skin came into view as every inch of the boy’s chest came into view. The shirt soon found its maker and grave as it landed in a lump onto the floor.
Lips came into contact with the boy’s chest, tongue swirling in and out of a small navel. Yuugi’s hands fisted into the blankets, teeth bared in pleasure. It wasn’t surprising that Yuugi held such erotic movements whenever he encountered foreplay.
“Yami, please, stop… It feels… So good…”
Every word held shaky breaths. Passion began to overwhelm the small game king. His eyes glazed over, pure plum taking form instead of usually innocent violet.
Lust-filled crimson eyes locked onto those glazed amethyst, basking in the glory of this enticing situation.
The boy practically fidgeted in frustration. Every touch, every movement sent him into pure oblivion. He had never been touched nor had any sexual dreams containing these perverted gestures.
Yet in a sense, the eighteen-year-old knew that this was wrong. Practically falling for someone who was known as himself. The other half of his soul. It was considered a taboo, loving ones’ self. An act of hatred towards society. He broke more than one taboo in one meeting. He had been taught for years, if not drilled into his mind since age one. Love couldn’t happen between two people of the same sex. Love was meant between a woman and a man.
‘Why is this so confusing? I thought I liked Anzu, yet, I believe I am falling for Yami?’
Yuugi always held a childhood crush on his friend, Anzu. Yet it never evolved from that. Hell, he had gone on two outings with her in the past and had confirmed nothing of pure friendship between him and her. In a sense, he was happy to see it end the way it had.
“I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never liked or had an attraction towards a male. Hell, I’m straight except for you, Yami.”
“I’m special like that, aren’t I?”
A rain of kisses landed upon his soft stomach, along with a touch of sensual pleasure. Yami held something of great touch. He couldn’t picture why it felt so good.
“Yami.”
“That’s it, moan for me.”
Complied quickly. The boy gave in to the pharaoh with ease.
Yuugi moaned loudly, legs fighting beneath the one straddling his hips so suggestively.
A smirk crossed the pharaoh’s face as he dipped his fingers into the yogurt once again.
“Shall we continue? I believe that I have won the first round, little one.”
Everything was a game. He didn’t understand why. Everything was a game and held a meaning of more than just pleasure or fun. Apparently this was to teach the boy a lesson in the art of sexual contact.
Yami dipped his fingers into the waistband of his light’s baggy cargo shorts, withdrawing the belt with ease. Gently he caressed his partner’s growing bulge, eyes dancing with mischief. Yuugi’s face, sheathed in sweat, cheeks rosy from his every touch. This was exactly as he dreamt.
“You’re beautiful, little violet.”
Yuugi found himself stripped fully of his pants, boxers following suit. His body shivered violently. His heated erection standing freely. A warm mouth engulfed his member, teeth teasing its tip.
A cry echoed through the room. Things had gotten over the edge. A skilled tongue worked its way across his stiff erection, engulfing it further into the mouth of his soon to be lover.
Cries ripped from his throat. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy. Every touch, every ripple of pleasure surrounded his member, a heated tongue plaguing it with warmth by the second. Yami delved into the sensitive slit of the boy’s cock, teasing it with great precision.
“Yami! Stop teasing me!”
A choked cry echoed through the room as Yuugi’s body fell into euphoria. His body jolted forward, releasing his essence into the awaiting mouth of his pharaoh.
Boneless, chicken-like in a sense, he collapsed onto the couch, sweat sheathing his body translucently. His chest heaved in attempts of calming his erratic heart rate. His eyes closed softly, hair falling into his flushed face.
All the while, Yami gazed down at his treasure, completely in awe of how such a small thing as yogurt brought him and Yuugi together. It was truly a tasty treat after all.
-Fin.
