Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yu Gi Oh.

WARNING: Heavy lime to follow. Meaning sexual innuendoes and long, drawn out foreplay. But no graphic sex. That will be hosted on another site once I get around to writing it. I've done my part by warning you. Now go and have fun, wherever you may find it.

Blue Ice

By Ocean

Chapter Six: Incandescence

Yami finally relinquished his hold of Yuugi's hand, slipping his fingers down the underside of his arms fetchingly before bringing both of his arms up to frame Yuugi's head on the carpet. He kept his face pressed firmly against Yuugi's neck, knowing full well that his slow and even breathes were the cause of the many and fluttering shivers that were exciting Yuugi's skin. Enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment, Yami slowly tilted his head so that his face was now pressed against Yuugi's ear, the lethargic yet pointed nuzzle causing Yuugi to moan lightly in pleasure.

Finding his hands to be far too idle, Yuugi allowed his fingers to walk their way along Yami's arms, around the curve of his shoulders, down his sleek torso, and wrap themselves gently around the back of the thighs that were fastened against his hips. He proceeded to knead the firm muscles beneath the flimsy cotton pants as Yami continued his slow nuzzle against his neck and face, lips brushing against his warming skin, never giving any more than the grace of their soft touch.

Yami pressed his body firmly against Yuugi's and rocked forward, humming as he did so, in effect extending the nuzzle of Yuugi's neck to include his entire body. A low groan was his reward, as was the momentary possessive grip that assaulted his thighs as Yuugi's fingers clenched while he held in his mounting desire. Yami tilted his head again, his wrists curling so he could lightly play with Yuugi's soft hair, brushing his parted lips against Yuugi's temple.

Yuugi relaxed his fingers after releasing a deep breath and let them explore Yami's legs again, thoroughly enjoying the warmth of the skin that leaked out from beneath the cottony fabric. He was loosing himself, falling and sinking and urging himself towards the comfort of the body above him and the pleasant feelings of the lips and nose and hair and breath that continued to tease and stimulate his neck. This feeling was wonderful, this since of security unimaginable, the heat of desire welcomed as Yami altered his routine, pulling his face high enough so he could press his lips against Yuugi's forehead, eyelids, and the tip of his nose.

Fingers continued to curl in silksoft tresses and skim their away along taught athletic muscles as Yami opened his eyes and looked at Yuugi, their crisp and piercing gaze softened with the inner glow of contentment. He arched an eyebrow in silent question to the smile on Yuugi's face, not full, but heartfelt and painted with amusement and pleasure. Bedroom eyes were held half open in arousal and bliss, and looking into them one would think that Yuugi had discovered all the secretes of the universe.

"Just you," Yuugi whispered in response to Yami's question, his voice laced with sincerity. He brought one of his hands up to brush a rebellious golden strand of hair away from Yami's eyes so he could see them better, his fingertip barely brushing against Yami's ear and causing it to vibrate slightly. "Just... you."

Yami blinked slowly, his eyes a slightly darker shade of crimson than they had been before Yuugi spoke. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned down, rubbing his nose against Yuugi's, then lowering further still until their lips were brushing together. He kept his eyes locked on Yuugi's, the truthfulness of his next words never having room for question as his fingers continued to curl sable tresses amongst themselves.

//Just you too.//

The voice in his mind was just as soft as the kiss placed against his lips, and Yuugi sighed happily as Yami finally graced him with his kiss again. Soft and slow, never probing, just a prolonged effort to show the other the tenderness and depth of love they felt for each other.

After a short while Yuugi parted his lips slightly, enjoying the slowness of his Yami's kiss, but needing to deepen the experience enough to satisfy the throb that was enveloping his body. Yami immediately followed the lead, his kiss unaffected as he parted his lips and continued to move them against Yuugi's in an extremely flirtatious and seductive manner.

The hand that had remained on Yami's thigh now traced its way over to his stomach, tugging on the fabric of his shirt lightly before beginning to fumble teasingly with the buttons. One by one, the buttons holding the garment together were removed from their holes and it wasn't long before Yuugi had free access to Yami's chest. He curled his fingers against the tightly drawn skin and delighted in the shivers that resulted from the light caress.

Yami squeezed his legs strategically against Yuugi's hips, causing his aibou to arch ever so slightly against him and moan just so into the kiss, a sound that Yami gladly swallowed. He slid his legs down the length of Yuugi's, keeping the contact hard and rough and continual until his lower body was in complete contact with Yuugi's own. He kept his chest elevated enough so as not to impede the perusal of his skin by Yuugi's hand, to encourage him to continue his delicious exploration and stimulation.

Their actions continued to remain slow and sensual, the heat and motivation for their movements stemming from the painfully erotic kiss that had yet to deepen beyond parted lips. Yami kept his fingers in Yuugi's hair, knowing that their lazy curling of the silken strands was only heightening Yuugi's need and desire to be touched. His body remained still against Yuugi's, relaxed and flowing, constant and directing as the lack of movement ensured that Yuugi's entire focus would be on their kiss.

Though what little of Yuugi's mind that had not been completely seduced by Yami's kiss was amused with the teasing playfulness of his love's actions, the rest of him did not see the humor of having those strong and enchanting hands be so close and yet not touching him. Unwilling to pull his hand away from Yami's chest, Yuugi was able to instruct his other hand to encircle one of the hands in his hair, guiding the limb down to his own shirt and demanding that it begin to unbutton the garment that was keeping them from fully experiencing the feel of each other.

Yami sighed wistfully into the kiss, as though he were succumbing to some great and unreasonable request and doing Yuugi a great favor by unbuttoning his shirt. Yuugi let a small giggle pass his lips, his joy bubbling over as Yami added a humorous tone to their increasingly amorous encounter. Yami seemingly ignored the merriment of the moment, keeping the pressure of his lips light and soft and barely satisfying as he let the tip of his tongue join in the festivities, sweet and velvety and bold and daring. It held every confidence of the man it was attached to.

This added depth of intimacy, along with the fingers that were staking their claim on his chest and shoulders and neck and stomach, left Yuugi feeling fuzzy and tingly and warm and lightheaded and anxious and extremely mischievous. He began tilting his head from side to side, challenging Yami to follow the moving target of his mouth and maintain the kiss. Yami was intrigued by this game, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped between pliant lips and caressed their softness and silky sweetness whenever he caught up with Yuugi's movement.

Yuugi brought his own tongue forward, pointedly guiding Yami's tongue out of his mouth before deftly tilting his head to the side again. Yami's body tightened as Yuugi continuously denied him his flavor, amusement filtering through their link each time Yuugi tried to suppress his laughter. Nimble fingers brushed along the sides of Yami's torso and skimmed their way over the taught muscles of his back, the coolness of Yuugi's hands heightening Yami's sensitivity as it contrasted with the heat caught by the fabric of his shirt.

The hand that was still entrenched in his hair alerted Yuugi to Yami's increasing arousal, heeding him to the fact that he had very little time left to play until Yami took full and absolute control of their encounter. He guided his hands down along Yami's spine, the skin quivering beneath his feathery touch, Yami's efforts to reclaim his mouth aggressively increasing. Yuugi pushed his fingers beneath the flimsy rim of Yami's non-too-concealing pants, snapping the elastic, crooning as Yami abandoned his continuous effort to claim his mouth long enough to nip his neck in retaliation.

Yuugi tried to focus his attention on his task, and not on the hand that was snaking its way up his chest and neck to come to a rest on his cheek, aiding Yami as he took on the challenge of seducing Yuugi's lips into submission. Fighting the incredibly strong and heated urge and plea of his body to allow Yami complete domination, Yuugi leisurely dragged his hands beneath the rim of Yami's pants until his fingers curled around his hips. Flattening his palms, Yuugi then pushed his hands completely beneath the fabric, heating the smooth skin of Yami's outer thighs as he pushed his hands as far down as his arms could reach.

Yami was greatly distracted by the sudden skin on skin contact that radiated down his legs and encompassed the whole of his lower body. He bowed his head briefly, the tip of his nose bumping into Yuugi's chin as he forced a swallow past his constricted throat. Yuugi mewled softly, either in triumph or in protest Yami's mind couldn't discern through the heat that entangled his thoughts. The sound brought Yami out of his self indulgent moment as he refocused his attentions on claiming that cotton soft mouth that mocked him with a smugness he found incredibly alluring.

Yuugi lost ground in the game to keep Yami's tongue from passing through his lips and into his mouth when Yami bent his leg, which in turn caused Yuugi's hand to slip even further down the sleek limb, barely avoiding areas that no hand should touch. His breath caught in his throat as the leg came to a rest over his waist, both pinning him to the floor and stating its ownership in the simple movement. At some moment between Yami bending his leg and Yuugi finding his will to avoid the sensual promise of Yami's tongue, both men had lost their shirts, the garments having been tossed carelessly on the coffee table.

A leg snaked its way between Yuugi's knees, and Yuugi found himself sighing blissfully as he parted his legs to make room for Yami's new exploration. The leg moved with all the fluid grace of a wave, ebb and flow working as one to inch the limb ever further towards its intended goal. Yuugi's tossing of his head slowed, his tongue's protests becoming more inviting and pleading than coy. His closed his lips slowly, pausing the kiss as he opened his eyes and trailed his fingers from Yami's thighs, up his back, over his shoulders, and into his hair in one graceful movement. Yami consented to the pause, opening his eyes, exposing his smoldering gaze as gold and crimson battled for supremacy. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he waited for Yuugi to initiate the next move, enjoying the feel of Yuugi palming his hands along his scalp and down his neck.

"Having fun?" Yuugi whispered, his voice thick and labored with his growing arousal.

Yami nodded once, his smirk slightly deepening.

Yuugi's violet eyes deepened in color significantly. A smirk graced his own lips.

"Want to have some more?"

A deliciously evil and devilish and full lipped smile illuminated Yami's eyes and face.

Yuugi lowered his eyes, letting them trail hungrily over the chiseled chest that hovered mere millimeters above his own. He was close enough to feel Yami's heartbeat, the ripples of coiled muscles and barely restrained power. He was also having a difficult time keeping his own grin from his face, the affect of Yami's full and rare and decadent smile shooting straight to his heart and groin. Yuugi let his eyes feast for a few moments longer before closing them and giving his most theatrical sigh.

"This doesn't mean I have to break out the cards, does it?"

"Not at all," Yami replied, surprising Yuugi by answering the light jibe verbally. His smile remained on his face, though slightly less beaming than before, and he lowered his forehead until it was touching Yuugi's own. "You are perfectly capable of holding my undivided attention."

"... But I thought the whole point of this was to have fun?" The fact that Yuugi was smirking and his eyes were narrowed with mischievous intent diminished the implied innocence of his tone.

//Oh Aibou,// Yami sighed as he chastely kissed Yuugi's lips before moving down to sample the supple skin of his collar bone. //There are just so many ways to have fun.//

"And I'm sure you are... are at no loss for... for..." Yuugi's thoughts trailed into oblivion as his focus was brought abruptly to the intricate patterns that Yami's lips and teeth and tongue were creating along his collar bone. His skin shivered as Yami blew gently along the wet trail he had left on the sensitive flesh before stimulating it further by lapping at it with his tongue.

Fingers glided along a chest that panted for its breath, passing easily over the small beads of perspiration that were forming in an effort to cool the rapidly heating body. Yami was finding great pleasure in exploiting this delicious weakness of his hikari, memorizing every moan and mewl and whisper soft breath that passed through parted lips that begged to be kissed. He allowed his lips to pull his head downwards, spreading his kisses equally over Yuugi's chest before finding a new area to focus his attention on.

Yuugi gulped in a breath of air, releasing it slowly as Yami began to play with his new toy, previously known as Yuugi's nipple. His body tensed as the new wave of pleasurable sensations rushed through him, causing his back to arch and push him as close as possible to the heat that Yami radiated. Yami pulled away at the action, coming back to tease the sensitive nub only when Yuugi was laying flat on the floor again. His hands continued to skim their way along Yuugi's side, eliciting rather erotic croons from the body beneath him.

Yami swirled his tongue a final time around Yuugi's nipple before gently placing it between his teeth and letting it slip from his mouth as he continued his migration southward. He was spurred by the hand that continued to tickle his scalp, the movements slow and languid and very much in contrast with the somewhat laboring breaths and shivers that encompassed Yuugi's being. A leg wrapped itself around his and pulled gently, Yuugi's unconscious effort to guide Yami closer to himself.

It wasn't long before Yami had kissed and nipped his way along the entire length of Yuugi's body, teasing and enticing and stimulating him to the point that Yuugi couldn't see straight. He couldn't see or think of anything at all other than Yami's touch. That, and the hand that he had busied himself with pleasuring. It wasn't fair that Yami had taken advantage of his weak spot, so Yuugi had sought out to determine Yami's. And it turned out that Yami's hands were very, very sensitive. Especially to Yuugi's tongue.

Yami curled his fingers in Yuugi's mouth, delighting as the soft and malleable tongue demonstrated its imagination with its laps and swirls and thorough exploration of his hand. Sweat appeared on his brow, the small beads of water glistening as the pale moonlight filtered in through the blinds that shaded the window. A low and throaty growl escaped his throat, and shortly following both he and Yuugi found themselves without their pants.

Yuugi chuckled. "Looks like I've found a way to make you speed things along."

Yami crawled his way up Yuugi's body, laying flush on top of him before propping his head in his hands, his elbows on either side of Yuugi's shoulders. He arched one eyebrow, the only other movement that accompanied his breathing, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Yuugi shifted a bit.

Yami remained still.

Yuugi frowned.

Yami smirked.

"I know better than to put ideas in your head," Yuugi grumbled to himself under his breath. Yami rewarded him for this astounding insight with a heated kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving permission to explore Yuugi's mouth before capturing Yuugi's lip between his own as he pulled away. Yuugi moaned appreciatively at the action, his arms linking over themselves behind Yami's neck, his knee bending to rub along Yami's thigh.

Yuugi giggled lightly as he felt the thoughts flowing in Yami's mind. His other was trying to determine which of many possible.... now that one was interesting.... paths the two of them could next travel down. He leaned upwards and kissed Yami lightly, immediately halting the cacophony of images that was filtering through their link.

/Have fun, remember?/ Yuugi asked as he tilted his head, prolonging the kiss. /Fun doesn't involve thinking. Just act./

For a long moment, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the ragged breaths of two aroused young men, and the parting of lips as Yuugi ended their kiss. Angular crimson eyes watched rounded iris colored orbs, building the anticipation before slowly Yami guided Yuugi into a sitting position. Yuugi kept his arms wrapped loosely around Yami's neck, excitement highlighting the smile on his features.

This marked the end of their long and sensual foreplay. Yami struck with the coiled grace of a serpent, and Yuugi encouraged the carnal nature of his Yami at every advantage. Touches became demanding and pleading, kisses heated and desperate, pushing and pulling each other for every last ounce of what the other could give.

Furniture was knocked aside unknowingly as the height of their passion continued to build, as arms and legs reached and searched and pulled, as muscles strained with pent up desire and energy. Emotions were finally released, allowed the freedom to guide every action without thought or scrutiny. Cries of passion and desire and ecstasy were muffled by coaxing hands as the two who were one became one again on an entirely new and intimate level.

Yami and Yuugi both knelt on the floor, their bodies trembling with the enormous energy they had consumed. Lips were parted as lungs tried desperately to reclaim the breath they had lost and sweat dripped slowly from the tips of noses. Yuugi lowered himself to the floor, laying on his stomach with one arm bent beneath his head for support. Yami laid on top of Yuugi, much of his grace lost due to the fact of his exhaustion, his limbs splaying out on either side of Yuugi and his cheek resting against his shoulder.

They laid there entwined until they caught their breaths, the heaving of their chests slowly subsiding as sleep began its song of seduction. Yuugi blinked wearily as he felt Yami shift into a more comfortable position on top of him, deciding to keep his eyes closed so long as Yami had stopped moving.

The idle thought that there was a mess to clean up trudged its way through Yuugi's mind, and he groaned as the unappealing task invaded the warmth of the high he had wrapped himself in. He felt Yami take in a deep breath and whisper something against his shoulder before cuddling into him further. Yuugi didn't know what Yami said, but somehow he knew that he no longer had to worry about his grandfather discovering their late night activities.

Yuugi finally was able to force his eyes open, his vision level with Yami's right hand. He blinked in confusion as the light from the moon reflected brilliantly off of one of Yami's fingers, the source of which he could not see. He reached out and took hold of Yami's hand, drawing forth a light cooing noise from the large weight on top of him as Yami responded to the touch. Yuugi thread his fingers lightly around Yami's before they came in contact with something extremely cold.

/Yami?/

No response.

/Yami?/

Silence.

Yuugi chuckled to himself. /Love?/

//Yes, aibou?// Yami immediately responded.

Yuugi grinned before focusing his attention back on Yami's hand. He separated the slender fingers so he could isolate and better see the one that now sported a new silver ring. "What's this?"

Yami opened one eye just long enough to see the ring and close his eyes again. His tone was filled with amusement. //In my time, we called that a ring.//

"Har har," Yuugi said as he rolled his eyes. "What I meant was, where did it...." he paused as for the first time he noticed the striking similarity to the ring that Yami had crafted for him. He groaned lightly at his own lack of observation. "Remind me not to sleep with you if I have to think the next day," he mumbled into the carpet.

Yami clasped his hand with Yuugi's, bringing his free hand up so he could smooth Yuugi's slick hair to the side, giving him better access to his tempting neck. He kissed the delicate skin softly, letting his lips linger before pulling away.

//Do you realize you created it?//

Yuugi turned his head so he could partially see Yami over his shoulder. "I did?"

Yami nodded once, kissing Yuugi's shoulder this time. "Yes," he whispered. "You did."

"But how?" Yuugi asked. "You made my ring with the Shadows. I would have to-" Yuugi's eyes widened, then narrowed as realization dawned on him.

Yami nodded solemnly, his eyes shimmering in the little light of the room.

"I see," Yuugi said softly as he laid his head back on the floor and continued to play his fingers along Yami's hand. He really had invited the Shadows into himself. He hadn't even considered the possibility, his only concern having been Yami's safety. He sighed wistfully, his eyes closing in quiet acceptance.

//You do not have regrets?// Yami asked.

"No," Yuugi answered immediately. "No. I was just.... surprised, that's all. Wasn't expecting it."

//Hn.// Yami nuzzled even closer to Yuugi, folding their clasped hands beneath Yuugi's chest and holding him tight. A wave of relief flowed through him, relaxing his body even further. Though he had never wanted the Shadows to touch Yuugi, now he was glad they had. He held a distinction now, a uniqueness that he himself held and one that protected him from the Shadows' rage. He no longer had to fear that should he lose control, that loss would result in Yuugi's death.

"Yami?"

No response.

"Extremely sexy and oftentimes irritating love?"

//Yes, aibou?//

"You still make a nice blanket."

//And I have still had more comfortable beds.//

~ Drw ~

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Drw - end