Post by Tangie on Sept 29, 2007 1:15:04 GMT -5
Balloon Animals
By Yami Yuugi
Genre: Humor
Rating: T-M
Summary: Au, pointless yaoi story YY/Y. Yuugi had no idea that leaving his ancient pharaoh at home alone wasn’t a good idea.
Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen ai, Language, YxYY, odd humor, perverted humor, OOC Yami, and probably more that I cannot think of at the moment.
Note: Okay this story is a completely random out of the blue type of story thing. This perverted thing was written after reading an email from my hikari. She had said, I had a weird thought of balloons and Yami and Yuugi. Then five minutes later I found myself writing this at midnight one morning. So it’s completely off the wall and odd for my usual style of writing.
This is really old. I just found it in one of my old LJ communities. I just felt like sharing.
Disclaimer: Hell do you really think that I own Yugioh? Seriously, if I did, then Yuugi and the phar would be banging their headboard against the wall every spare chance they had.
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“Yami what the hell were you thinking?” Yuugi asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
Yami blinked innocently as he replied, “I was bored and needed something to entertain me, aibou.”
Yuugi rolled his eyes, muttering something of annoying pharaohs and their libido stamina of a mighty mustang.
Earlier that day, Yuugi had to leave Yami at home as usual, seeing as how the spirit would never attend school in his new life. Due to this, Yuugi had to make sure everything of the electronic make of the twenty-first century was hidden and locked away from his crimson-eyed darkness.
It seemed that anything of the electronic variety held a great interest to the pharaoh. However it would suffer the fate of being plummeted out the second story window had it not bowed down to the almighty son of Re.
Today was no different, as Yuugi had left his pharaoh alone, all items, including knives and television remotes hidden away from crimson eyes.
Once he had felt that the house was ‘yami proofed,’ Yuugi bid his other half farewell, heading off to another day of high school.
Although, if only he remembered to check one more room before heading off to school that morning.
Yami lay on Yuugi’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had spent the past twenty minutes counting the dots on the ceiling. By now, he had reached 45,355 dots, and was close to adding more to his long list of numbers. However, his attention span that matched that of a monarch butterfly drew the tricolor haired pharaoh away from his perch on the bed. He walked around the upstairs area of the game shop, searching every nook and cranny for something of interest. He felt quite bored and wanted nothing more than to pin his aibou to the bed, handcuffing his small pale hands to the bedpost, kissing his soft neck. Oh Re how much he loved hearing that small hikari moaning under him, pleading for more.
Smirking at the thought, the pharaoh began to converse with himself.
“Damn it! I’m so bored! Why can’t there be anything fun to do?”
Out of sheer dumb luck, Yami found himself in his and Yuugi’s bathroom, gazing at himself in the mirror.
Winking at himself in the mirror, he bent down on his knees, beginning the expedition of operation treasure hunt through Yuugi’s toiletries.
He shoved the wooden doors of the boy’s storage unit beneath the sink, gazing at the contents curiously.
“Hmm, extra industrial sized bottle of styling gel, lotus scented lotion, lubricant/massage oil… Hmm darn it. Where does Yuugi keep all the fun stuff?”
As if the sun god himself had granted him a wish, the pharaoh found himself gazing at vibrantly decorated box, it was red; his second favorite color.
His eyes widened to the size of Yuugi’s amethyst eyes as he lifted the box from under the sink. He shook it slightly as he stared at the red graphics on the box. Blinking curiously, he opened the box, raising a brow as a few small blue packets fell onto the floor.
“What are these?” Yet again, his attention span and lack of knowledge of the twenty-first century, Yami found himself staring at the other side of the blue packages, gazing at the small red ring that was packaged within the plastic.
“What does aibou do with these?” With further interest, the pharaoh opened the packet, pulling out the so-called red ring, finding himself looking at a medium sized latex made item.
“Oooh these remind me of those things that aibou had at his birthday party last month! Those things called balloons!”
Like a sugar high hikari, Yami picked up the entire box, opening the “balloons” and running down the stairs, laughing loudly.
Oh yes, Yuugi was in for a surprise when me came home.
Yuugi continued to stare at the scene in front of him, taking in the appearance of his lover sitting in the center of their bed, smiling widely like a five year old with a purple unicorn. He was surrounded by oddly shaped red “balloons.”
“Look aibou, I made you a fishy!” Yami held up one of the “creations” of his boredom and watched as a flushed look took over his hikari’s face.
“Aibou did I do something wrong?”
“Yami, do you have any idea what these are?”
Cocking his head to the side, the pharaoh shrugged. “They’re balloons aren’t they?”
By now, Yuugi’s patience with his dumb pharaoh had taken a hold of his nerves.
“Yami, these aren’t balloons that you blow up, they’re used for other *cough* reasons.”
“What I don’t understand.”
Blushing furiously, the smaller of the two bent down, whispering into the oblivious pharaoh’s ear.
Yami’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, arms falling to his sides as he dropped the “balloons.”
“Dear Re, these are for… These are…. Gah!”
Yuugi laughed as he watched the pharaoh run upstairs, locking himself in the bathroom as the shower began to run.
“Well I guess that’s what he gets for tampering with the emergency box of condoms.”
Oh yes, had the tomb robber had seen this day, the pharaoh would never have seen the light of day, or the light of the red balloons that is.
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End.
O___O This is why I keep myself away from writing these PWPS at the crack of midnight, as well as when I’m hyper as hell
By Yami Yuugi
Genre: Humor
Rating: T-M
Summary: Au, pointless yaoi story YY/Y. Yuugi had no idea that leaving his ancient pharaoh at home alone wasn’t a good idea.
Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen ai, Language, YxYY, odd humor, perverted humor, OOC Yami, and probably more that I cannot think of at the moment.
Note: Okay this story is a completely random out of the blue type of story thing. This perverted thing was written after reading an email from my hikari. She had said, I had a weird thought of balloons and Yami and Yuugi. Then five minutes later I found myself writing this at midnight one morning. So it’s completely off the wall and odd for my usual style of writing.
This is really old. I just found it in one of my old LJ communities. I just felt like sharing.
Disclaimer: Hell do you really think that I own Yugioh? Seriously, if I did, then Yuugi and the phar would be banging their headboard against the wall every spare chance they had.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Yami what the hell were you thinking?” Yuugi asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
Yami blinked innocently as he replied, “I was bored and needed something to entertain me, aibou.”
Yuugi rolled his eyes, muttering something of annoying pharaohs and their libido stamina of a mighty mustang.
Earlier that day, Yuugi had to leave Yami at home as usual, seeing as how the spirit would never attend school in his new life. Due to this, Yuugi had to make sure everything of the electronic make of the twenty-first century was hidden and locked away from his crimson-eyed darkness.
It seemed that anything of the electronic variety held a great interest to the pharaoh. However it would suffer the fate of being plummeted out the second story window had it not bowed down to the almighty son of Re.
Today was no different, as Yuugi had left his pharaoh alone, all items, including knives and television remotes hidden away from crimson eyes.
Once he had felt that the house was ‘yami proofed,’ Yuugi bid his other half farewell, heading off to another day of high school.
Although, if only he remembered to check one more room before heading off to school that morning.
Yami lay on Yuugi’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had spent the past twenty minutes counting the dots on the ceiling. By now, he had reached 45,355 dots, and was close to adding more to his long list of numbers. However, his attention span that matched that of a monarch butterfly drew the tricolor haired pharaoh away from his perch on the bed. He walked around the upstairs area of the game shop, searching every nook and cranny for something of interest. He felt quite bored and wanted nothing more than to pin his aibou to the bed, handcuffing his small pale hands to the bedpost, kissing his soft neck. Oh Re how much he loved hearing that small hikari moaning under him, pleading for more.
Smirking at the thought, the pharaoh began to converse with himself.
“Damn it! I’m so bored! Why can’t there be anything fun to do?”
Out of sheer dumb luck, Yami found himself in his and Yuugi’s bathroom, gazing at himself in the mirror.
Winking at himself in the mirror, he bent down on his knees, beginning the expedition of operation treasure hunt through Yuugi’s toiletries.
He shoved the wooden doors of the boy’s storage unit beneath the sink, gazing at the contents curiously.
“Hmm, extra industrial sized bottle of styling gel, lotus scented lotion, lubricant/massage oil… Hmm darn it. Where does Yuugi keep all the fun stuff?”
As if the sun god himself had granted him a wish, the pharaoh found himself gazing at vibrantly decorated box, it was red; his second favorite color.
His eyes widened to the size of Yuugi’s amethyst eyes as he lifted the box from under the sink. He shook it slightly as he stared at the red graphics on the box. Blinking curiously, he opened the box, raising a brow as a few small blue packets fell onto the floor.
“What are these?” Yet again, his attention span and lack of knowledge of the twenty-first century, Yami found himself staring at the other side of the blue packages, gazing at the small red ring that was packaged within the plastic.
“What does aibou do with these?” With further interest, the pharaoh opened the packet, pulling out the so-called red ring, finding himself looking at a medium sized latex made item.
“Oooh these remind me of those things that aibou had at his birthday party last month! Those things called balloons!”
Like a sugar high hikari, Yami picked up the entire box, opening the “balloons” and running down the stairs, laughing loudly.
Oh yes, Yuugi was in for a surprise when me came home.
Yuugi continued to stare at the scene in front of him, taking in the appearance of his lover sitting in the center of their bed, smiling widely like a five year old with a purple unicorn. He was surrounded by oddly shaped red “balloons.”
“Look aibou, I made you a fishy!” Yami held up one of the “creations” of his boredom and watched as a flushed look took over his hikari’s face.
“Aibou did I do something wrong?”
“Yami, do you have any idea what these are?”
Cocking his head to the side, the pharaoh shrugged. “They’re balloons aren’t they?”
By now, Yuugi’s patience with his dumb pharaoh had taken a hold of his nerves.
“Yami, these aren’t balloons that you blow up, they’re used for other *cough* reasons.”
“What I don’t understand.”
Blushing furiously, the smaller of the two bent down, whispering into the oblivious pharaoh’s ear.
Yami’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, arms falling to his sides as he dropped the “balloons.”
“Dear Re, these are for… These are…. Gah!”
Yuugi laughed as he watched the pharaoh run upstairs, locking himself in the bathroom as the shower began to run.
“Well I guess that’s what he gets for tampering with the emergency box of condoms.”
Oh yes, had the tomb robber had seen this day, the pharaoh would never have seen the light of day, or the light of the red balloons that is.
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End.
O___O This is why I keep myself away from writing these PWPS at the crack of midnight, as well as when I’m hyper as hell
