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the_goldenpathTitle: The Feathered Dragon’s Wish
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters
Pairings: forthcoming Atemu x Yuugi x Jounouchi
Rating: M for shounen ai
Warnings: angst, melodrama and sap
Summary: (end of series ‘fix-it’) Yuugi’s leading the life of his dreams: he’s going to college, he has an amazing boyfriend and wonderful friends. Things are about to change when he realizes his feelings for his best friend have turned into love; what does that say about his own relationship and how is he going to deal with it?
Author's Notes: Feedback is a great thing.
“Aibou… Jounouchi-kun…” It was hard to make out his expression, but as Atemu didn’t rebuke Jounouchi’s ministrations, it encouraged the latter to continue. His hands were on Atemu’s arms, firmly stroking the supple muscles. Atemu leaned a little back and Jounouchi snaked his arm around his waist, fingers splayed against his abdomen. Very gently and very slowly, he moved Atemu towards the bed. Yuugi pressed a quick kiss to Atemu’s cheek, then to Jounouchi’s, a mere brushing of his lips before he slipped away. Jounouchi lost sight of him, but he was too focused on Atemu, laying him down on the bed, not letting go of him for one second, his hands stroking and caressing.
“How can anyone be this beautiful,” he softly murmured, “so much a true Pharaoh.”
“You are thinking too highly of me,” Atemu murmured in return.
Jounouchi placed a kiss just below his jaw line. “I’m not,” he whispered, more gentle than he had ever been. “I want to be with you, Atemu.”
He didn’t receive an outright answer except for another unintelligible murmur, so Jounouchi took it as a ‘yes’. He didn’t do anything yet but to caress and stroke Atemu’s upper body, staying away from the towel clinging to his hips. Jounouchi brushed his lips lightly past Atemu’s, his confidence increasing and his heart skipping a beat when the other responded, parting his lips in return. He immediately seized the opportunity, still gentle and tentative, but upping the pressure just a little. His fingers traced the outline of Atemu’s face; every movement soft and examining, as he still couldn’t believe that the former Pharaoh allowed him to touch him.
“I want to be with you,” Jounouchi repeated. “I want to wake up in the morning and see you smile. I want to hold your hand when you’re tired or sad. I want to watch a movie with you. I want to have breakfast with you.” He didn’t care if it came out as a plea. He was being honest, opening up his heart. The mattress shifted under extra weight; Yuugi climbed back up on the bed again. Just like Jounouchi, he was still fully clothed. It wasn’t about getting undressed quickly and hop between the sheets. Yuugi had dimmed the lights in the bedroom and he regretted that he hadn’t any candles upstairs, to add to the atmosphere. He had heard Jounouchi’s words, and smiled at Atemu.
“Mou hitori no boku, how are you feeling?”
“I am fine,” Atemu answered, sounding drowsy. Yuugi leaned into him and kissed him.
“I have massage oil right here,” he said, shaking the bottle in his hand lightly. “We will give you a nice massage. Does that sound good to you?” He kissed him again. “If there’s anything you don’t like or makes you feel uncomfortable, just say it. If you tell us to stop, we’ll stop immediately.”
“Immediately indeed,” Jounouchi agreed. He watched as Yuugi opened the bottle and poured a dollop of the heavenly fragrant oil on his hand. Yuugi rubbed the oil between his hands to warm it up. He placed his hands on Atemu’s upper right arm, performing long, gentle strokes.
“Ah, delicious,” Atemu said. “I thought my arms were falling off this week.”
“Carrying a Duel Disk around all the time can be rather fatiguing,” Yuugi spoke out of experience. Jounouchi had picked up the bottle and helped himself to some of the product, mimicking his movement. Now he was repeating the long strokes on Atemu’s left arm, exactly like Yuugi did. “Knowing Kaiba, he’ll be working you to the bone.”
“He was talking about Battle City 2.0. He wanted to invite international duelists, so he could showcase his latest virtual reality system.”
“Typically Kaiba,” Jounouchi said, without any vehemence. “What about national duelists?”
“Yes, they are to be invited as well, of course. I did not catch the entire scope of his plans, though. I usually tune out as soon as he starts talking about his dragons.”
Yuugi snickered. He worked on Atemu’s lower arm, moving towards his hand and fingers. “I’m very happy that you still love dueling, mou hitori no boku, and that you get to play as much as you want.”
“I really enjoy the game.” Atemu’s lips were turned up in a continuous smile, enjoying the hands on his body. Yuugi gently put his arm down again, next to his side, and moved on to his chest. Jounouchi meticulously copied Yuugi’s gestures. Neither one of them was a professional masseur, but it was about personal attention and creating a comfortable, cozy atmosphere, all focused on Atemu’s well-being and pleasure. Yuugi couldn’t help himself, leaning into his Pharaoh every now and then to kiss him, and Jounouchi copied that gesture as well, relieved and excited that Atemu responded to him, not rebuked him. Yuugi moved his hands to Atemu’s right leg and Jounouchi continued with his left leg.
“This is really a very nice scent,” Jounouchi said, keeping his voice low.
“It is, isn’t it? I can’t remember where I bought it,” Yuugi answered. “I never got around using it, but this seemed like a good moment to bring it out. It has vanilla, almond and honey components, and it matches exquisitely with the sandalwood scented products we generally use.”
“Very nice,” Jounouchi repeated, concentrating on the movements, his hands touching and massaging Atemu’s skin. He was mesmerized, still in disbelief that he hadn’t been send away, that Atemu wasn’t objecting to his touch. Almost reverent, he kept working in the oil, carefully mimicking Yuugi. After a while, Yuugi whispered into Atemu’s ear: “Turn over, mou hitori no boku.”
Dutifully, Atemu turned over onto his stomach and the towel shifted with the movement. Yuugi removed the piece of fabric and threw it on the floor. The temperature in the room was comfortably warm, still a light shudder went through Atemu. Yuugi replenished the lotion in his hands to warm it up. He put his hands on Atemu’s shoulders and kissed him at the nape of his neck. “How do you feel?”
“Sleepy,” Atemu answered.
“Good.” Yuugi smiled against his skin. “Don’t fight it. If you want to sleep, go to sleep. We’ll take care of you.”
“I know.” Atemu’s words were muffled by the pillow, but both Jounouchi and Yuugi had heard it. They exchanged a hopeful look and continued with the massage. Exchanging a soft-spoken comment every so often, they massaged his shoulders and back, traveling lower and lower. Yuugi noticed that Jounouchi swallowed firmly and his breathing was just a little erratic. After replenishing the oil and stroking Atemu’s shoulders, back and sides, his fingers were close, so very close to a more intimate area… Yuugi suddenly skipped to Atemu’s feet and lower leg, and Jounouchi heaved a sigh of relief and perhaps a little disappointment. Yuugi maintained a neutral expression on his face.
He didn’t want to rush things, let alone force anyone into anything they didn’t want. As far as he was concerned, this was still a massage - but this was the first time that Jounouchi saw Atemu naked, and it was a vulnerable, fragile moment. Yuugi worked upwards, massaging Atemu’s thigh and this time, he moved his hand over his buttock. Jounouchi wanted to follow his example, but hesitated. It was too intimate at the moment, he didn’t dare. Yuugi took his hand and put it pontifically on the Pharaoh’s left buttock. Jounouchi colored a deep shade of red, but he didn’t take his hand away. A soft moan escaped Atemu to boot.
Yuugi shifted his position, leaning into Atemu once more, his fingers darting playfully all over. He lowered his voice to a husky tone: “Would you like us to… take very special care of you, mou hitori no boku?”
Atemu craned his neck. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, smoldering. He shifted his position so he could reach for Yuugi and lazily drape an arm over his shoulder. His hand slid over Yuugi’s back, his fingers curling at the hem of his shirt. Yuugi nuzzled him. “Jounouchi-kun is here too,” he reminded him.
“I know,” he said. Yuugi kissed him again.
“Is it all right with you?”
“Hm-mm.” It wasn’t a ‘yes’ but it wasn’t a ‘no’ either, and Yuugi was slightly conflicted; should he press for a clear answer or not? It was too important to let it slide, but on the other hand… judging from the blissful, intense look on Atemu’s face, his soft gasps at the sheer intensity of the massage and the touches all over his body, Yuugi was sure that he agreed. Besides, if he would say ‘no’ later on, they could still stop just like that, right? He moved his hand to cup Atemu’s face. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” The former Pharaoh tugged at Yuugi’s shirt. Yuugi took the offensive garment off and tossed it over Jounouchi’s shoulder where it landed on the floor, next to the earlier discarded towel. Atemu’s fingers trailed over his chest, his caresses extremely light. Yuugi didn’t mind; the passion wasn’t any less and this moment was meant for Atemu anyway, entirely focused on his joy and pleasure. Jounouchi subconsciously felt the same; he didn’t undress himself, he just kept touching and stroking Atemu, his fingers darting over his body in an exploring manner, examining every inch.
Many more kisses followed, hands everywhere, the sensual scent of the lotion tantalizing. Yuugi pressed kisses all over Atemu, reveling in his physical response, as well as his own. He interrupted his kissing to attract Jounouchi’s attention, and gestured at him to take off his shirt too. A slight insecurity was visible in Jounouchi’s eyes, but Yuugi smiled reassuringly at him. Trembling every so slightly, Jounouchi discarded his shirt and looked at Yuugi again, as if searching out his approval. He responded by putting his hand on Jounouchi’s bare chest, scratching his skin very lightly. He longed to give the same attention to him, but Jounouchi understood; tonight was for Atemu.
The intensity of the ministrations and kisses increased with every passing minute. Only gasps and moans were heard and every now and then a gentle whisper of a name, uttered in the utmost pleasure. Yuugi removed the rest of his clothes and wordlessly, invited Jounouchi to do the same. He snuggled up closer to Atemu, his hand between his legs, kneading his inner thighs. Pressing kisses to his neck, Yuugi’s other hand was on Atemu’s chest, fingers darting and dabbing. They had always been very laid-back about who should top or not; it was usually Atemu who took the initiative as he enjoyed being the dominant one, with Yuugi being the receiving one, much to his own pleasure. They switched positions as much or as little as they desired, depending on the mood and the intensity of their lovemaking.
For now, Yuugi took the lead, while Jounouchi watched, breathlessly. Determined, Yuugi moved Atemu’s legs apart and as he looked up, he noticed Jounouchi’s intense stare. Straightening himself just a little, Yuugi kissed him on the lips. “Are you all right?” he softly asked.
“Yes,” Jounouchi answered, his voice thick. “I… I want to watch you. Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Yuugi said, kissing him again. He moved in-between Atemu’s legs and asked him: “Is that all right with you too, mou hitori no boku?”
“Mm,” Atemu answered, his eyes closed. He was mentally preparing himself, Yuugi knew the reactions and signs of his partner all too well. He loved the intimacy of the moment, that total, undeniable faith and trust in each other. The massage lotion he used before wasn’t suitable as a lubricant, so Yuugi reached for the bedside table, retrieving another small bottle. Atemu pawed at him, fingers running gently over his skin. Yuugi positioned himself, opened the bottle and used the product on himself. When he was done, he put his hands on Atemu’s hips and pulled him closer. He took his time; why hurry? This moment was too special and too important to rush. He could hear Jounouchi’s breathing becoming erratic and out of curiosity, he spared a moment to look at him, enjoying the rapt fascination he was expressing.
“I never thought that this would happen,” Jounouchi whispered. He was so enraptured that he barely noticed Yuugi pecking him on the cheek.
“It’s truly something beautiful, Jounouchi-kun,” he said, before turning back to Atemu and showering him with butterfly-light kisses. “I love you.” He started to push himself in, again taking his time. Inch by inch, he guided himself in, his own heartbeat rapidly increasing, the sensations overwhelming him. A deep moan slipped past his lips and suddenly, Jounouchi put his arms around him as if he was stabilizing Yuugi, his warm embrace adding even more heat to the experience.
“You’re both so beautiful,” Jounouchi whispered into his ear, sending delightful shivers down his spine. “Please…”
Yuugi tilted his head to kiss him, allowing Atemu to get adjusted before he finally started to move. Atemu arched his back, lifting up his hips a little and a deep, throaty moan escaped him. While keeping his hand on Yuugi’s back, Jounouchi turned away just a little from him to focus back on Atemu, using his other hand to stroke his hair, his fingers sifting through the strands and dipping lower, caressing the contours of his face. Atemu leaned into his touch, breathing rapidly, surrendering to the sensations running through him, submitting to and reveling in all the attention he received.
Yuugi continued his pace, every now and then pressing a kiss to Jounouchi’s upper arm, shoulder or neck, to which he would react and return the kiss, their lips not merely brushing anymore, but making full contact, passionately, hungrily. Yuugi tugged at the waistband of Jounouchi’s pants. Despite his earlier gesture that Jounouchi could take off his clothes, he had only discarded his shirt. Maybe he was hesitant, maybe he didn’t dare to fully enjoy the moment… whatever his reason, Yuugi left the decision to Jounouchi. He didn’t want to break this mesmerizing trance between the three of them, completely engrossed with each other and more so, with Atemu.
All their attention was on the former Pharaoh and he reveled in it, basked in it, the increasing sensations of them paying homage to his body and he shivered and shuddered with pleasure. He had always been a quite silent lover, but Yuugi knew him better than anyone and his gasps and moans were a perfect indication of how he felt and how he experienced all of this. It was rare for Atemu to be laid-back and not be very active or participative when making love, it was a pleasant surprise to Yuugi that he was enjoying so much what was given to him, taking it in as best as he could. His facial expression was one of pure pleasure, no sign of pain or discomfort, and that was what counted most. Yuugi didn’t mind putting his own desires and wishes on a backburner, especially now. From the corner of his eye he could see Jounouchi taking the rest of his clothes off and that made him happy, knowing that the other felt comfortable enough with this unique situation to fully show himself, no more boundaries.
His own body reacted sharply to the overwhelming sensations. Jounouchi resumed his earlier position, one hand on Yuugi’s back and his other hand on Atemu’s chest, and he turned his head towards Yuugi to kiss him. It felt so good, it was so intense and loving, and he was unable to hold himself back, no matter how hard he tried. Yuugi wanted to pull out at first, but it was already too late. He lost himself in the kiss and allowed the sensations to wash over him, enjoying his release as his body shook and shuddered. Jounouchi’s arm was around him, holding him steady and he leaned against him as the intensity of his orgasm traveled through him. Yuugi breathed heavily, his chest heaving. He regretted not lasting longer, but his body simply hadn’t been able to resist the passion, the lust, the need.
Not for one second, Jounouchi broke up his contact with Atemu, his hand touching him, stroking him all over. He still had his eyes closed, his breathing erratic and his hands tugging at the bed sheets. Jounouchi kept his arm firmly around Yuugi and twisted his upper body to kiss Atemu, his lips close to his ear to whisper to him; soft, gentle words of comfort. Very gently, Yuugi withdrew from Atemu. He noticed immediately that Atemu hadn’t had his release yet and neither had Jounouchi, making him feel incredibly selfish. How could he have been so egoistic to think of his pleasure only? But it wasn’t like that. Nobody commented, nobody blamed him. In fact, Atemu propped himself up on one elbow and reached for him. Yuugi immediately responded by wrapping his arms around Atemu and lifting him up. He supported himself by resting in Yuugi’s arms, like a limp rag doll. Yuugi cuddled him closer and found himself whispering soothing words, loving words, into Atemu’s ear.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
The look of satisfaction on Atemu’s face spoke volumes. “Aibou,” was all that he said, his voice hoarse.
“I want you to feel the same as me,” Yuugi whispered. Jounouchi had moved behind Atemu, his hands stroking his sides. “I want you to be fully satisfied. I want you to come.”
“Aibou,” Atemu repeated, his eyes half-lidded. He leaned against Yuugi, his head on his shoulder, his arms loosely around him, his breathing still erratic. Yuugi showered him with butterfly-light kisses, his hands in his hair, playing with the strands. Jounouchi, hesitant, put his hands on Atemu’s hips. He pressed a kiss on his shoulder as he pressed himself against him. Yuugi watched his every move, his eyes clouded with lust and pleasure. He wanted to see, he wanted to feel how the other would take Atemu; the mere thought send strong, lustful sensations all over him again.
“Jounouchi-kun,” he said, unable to keep the tremble out of his voice. Jounouchi positioned himself, slightly hesitant, affected by the intensity of the moment. His dream was coming true, right here, right now; he didn’t want to rush, afraid to ruin the moment, but the lust and desire was so overpowering that it was hard to hold back. Jounouchi started to push himself in. Yuugi hadn’t seen him use the lubricant, but he trusted Jounouchi unconditionally and kept watching, almost with child-like curiosity. Atemu hung in Yuugi’s arms, his body bracing itself for the new intrusion and a deep, guttural moan escaped him. He tensed up a little, his arms reflexively tightening around Yuugi.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Jounouchi said softly to no one in particular. He eased himself in, slowly but surely, until he was completely buried. His breathing was inaudible, he almost looked like he was about to faint; he needed to gather his bearings before he could even think of moving. Shivering, Jounouchi didn’t maneuver at all, overcome with the heat of the moment. Yuugi used his free hand to touch Jounouchi’s neck, fingers trailing over his skin.
“Please,” he said. Jounouchi nodded and swallowed, having snapped out of his momentarily trance. With more confidence, he increased his grip on Atemu’s hips and started his pace. Wedged between Jounouchi and Yuugi, Atemu moved along, moaning against Yuugi’s shoulder, smothering his throatily gasps and pants. Jounouchi quickened his pace immediately, spurred on by the rapidly increasing sensations, the heat, the lust, the passion. Yuugi enjoyed watching both his lovers’ reactions; he had a magnificent view on their interaction and as he lacked any feeling of jealousy, he was simply happy that Jounouchi experienced the same emotions. He touched him wherever he could reach him, but he made sure to keep one hand in Atemu’s hair, knowing that he enjoyed being petted there.
Jounouchi kissed Atemu on the shoulders and neck while he kept his hands on his hips, pulling him closer as he pushed into him. He went about a firm pace, his heartbeat going up and his breathing spiraling out of control. This was a complete sensory overload and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. Jounouchi was determined however, to not reach his climax before Atemu, he wanted him to feel these sensations first, he deserved it. Atemu murmured something unintelligible against Yuugi’s shoulder.
“Yes, mou hitori no boku,” he said. “Let it go. No more tension, no more stress. Give into your release. It’s all right. Let it go.” He continued to encourage him and he dipped with his hand lower between them. He knew that it wouldn’t take much longer for Jounouchi, and he had a good idea about what he was thinking. A little manual stimulation was all that was needed and Atemu pushed back against Jounouchi, eliciting an excited gasp from him. He bucked his hips, uncontrollably, shaking and shuddering, smothering his cry against Yuugi’s shoulder as he came. Yuugi held him, cradled him, smiling. It was such a relief, a release in more ways than one, and all of the tension flowed out of Atemu.
He sagged into Yuugi’s arms, too exhausted and too overcome to keep himself upright. Jounouchi didn’t need more than another few thrusts to send himself over the edge as well; he held onto Atemu, his arms around him for the last intense thrust, then releasing himself deep within him, smothering his own moans with a kiss on the crook of his neck. As Jounouchi tried to control his breathing again, he leaned against Atemu who leaned against Yuugi, who struggled to keep up the weight, Jounouchi being much taller and heavier. He noticed and send him an apologetic smile. He straightened himself and with his arms around Atemu, he pressed a kiss to his neck, suckling on his skin, drawing out another moan. Yuugi rubbed Atemu’s back. The former Pharaoh lied limp in their arms, weak as a kitten, completely spend. Yuugi raked his hand through Atemu’s hair and caressed his face, touching him all over. Jounouchi did the same, holding and stroking him.
“That was so good, mou hitori no boku,” Yuugi said, nuzzling him. He wasn’t surprised at all that he didn’t receive an answer. He could see that Atemu had difficulties staying awake, especially after his release. Yuugi nipped at his lips. “Rest now, my Pharaoh. You need it.”
Atemu made a half-hearted movement with his arm. Yuugi wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, perhaps he tried to hold on, but he had no energy left and he dropped his arm next to his side. Jounouchi lied him down on the bed again, very gently.
“Don’t worry, we’ll clean up,” he said, mourning the loss of their earlier intimacy. Atemu couldn’t even muster up the willpower to nod, his eyes closed. He was asleep before Jounouchi withdrew his hand, a last gentle caress of his face. Only then, Yuugi left the bed to gather clean towels and wiped away everything that had been spilled. Jounouchi helped him to get Atemu dressed into underwear and a set of dark blue pajamas. They tucked him into bed; the former Pharaoh didn’t make a sound, not even a snore.
“He must be in some kind of coma,” Jounouchi quipped. Yuugi discarded the towels in the hamper and returned his friend’s grin.
“He was so tired. He worked so hard and all that tension…” Yuugi kept his voice low, but Atemu probably wouldn’t have woken up if a big march band was playing next to the bed. Jounouchi couldn’t help it; fondly, he tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind Atemu’s ear.
“There was so much I wanted to do,” he said. “I wanted to make love to him for hours. It was over so soon.”
“I know.” Yuugi joined him on the bed. “I wish I had lasted longer too, but we were so…”
“Horny,” Jounouchi provided.
“Passionate,” Yuugi corrected him and didn’t bother to hide his amusement. Jounouchi was still playing with Atemu’s hair.
“Where do we go from here?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” Yuugi answered, truthfully. “I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”
“At least this is something I will never forget,” Jounouchi said. “It was such a wonderful experience. Not just the sex… but the trust, the comfort, the sensuality. It was so wonderful to see the two of you, and how you held on to each other. That’s something I doubt I’ll ever achieve.”
“Every relationship is different, Jounouchi-kun,” Yuugi said. “Even if we’re going to stay together, with the three of us… your relationship with Atemu is going to be different than mine, and my relationship with you is going to be different than his…” He didn’t want to think about it, not now, when the mood was still so pleasant and warm. In the back of his mind, he remembered that he had vaguely promised to return to his grandfather, but he didn’t know why and it wasn’t that important. “Why don’t we go to bed,” he suggested, “and catch some sleep. Don’t go to the guest room Jounouchi-kun, stay here. The bed’s large enough.”
Jounouchi nestled himself on Atemu’s left side, whereas Yuugi took right left side, curling up against him. Yuugi was the last one to fall asleep. He hadn’t lied to Jounouchi. He really didn’t know what tomorrow would bring… and if he was holding onto hope or a delusion that everything was going to be all right.
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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters
Pairings: forthcoming Atemu x Yuugi x Jounouchi
Rating: M for shounen ai
Warnings: angst, melodrama and sap
Summary: (end of series ‘fix-it’) Yuugi’s leading the life of his dreams: he’s going to college, he has an amazing boyfriend and wonderful friends. Things are about to change when he realizes his feelings for his best friend have turned into love; what does that say about his own relationship and how is he going to deal with it?
Author's Notes: Feedback is a great thing.
“Aibou… Jounouchi-kun…” It was hard to make out his expression, but as Atemu didn’t rebuke Jounouchi’s ministrations, it encouraged the latter to continue. His hands were on Atemu’s arms, firmly stroking the supple muscles. Atemu leaned a little back and Jounouchi snaked his arm around his waist, fingers splayed against his abdomen. Very gently and very slowly, he moved Atemu towards the bed. Yuugi pressed a quick kiss to Atemu’s cheek, then to Jounouchi’s, a mere brushing of his lips before he slipped away. Jounouchi lost sight of him, but he was too focused on Atemu, laying him down on the bed, not letting go of him for one second, his hands stroking and caressing.
“How can anyone be this beautiful,” he softly murmured, “so much a true Pharaoh.”
“You are thinking too highly of me,” Atemu murmured in return.
Jounouchi placed a kiss just below his jaw line. “I’m not,” he whispered, more gentle than he had ever been. “I want to be with you, Atemu.”
He didn’t receive an outright answer except for another unintelligible murmur, so Jounouchi took it as a ‘yes’. He didn’t do anything yet but to caress and stroke Atemu’s upper body, staying away from the towel clinging to his hips. Jounouchi brushed his lips lightly past Atemu’s, his confidence increasing and his heart skipping a beat when the other responded, parting his lips in return. He immediately seized the opportunity, still gentle and tentative, but upping the pressure just a little. His fingers traced the outline of Atemu’s face; every movement soft and examining, as he still couldn’t believe that the former Pharaoh allowed him to touch him.
“I want to be with you,” Jounouchi repeated. “I want to wake up in the morning and see you smile. I want to hold your hand when you’re tired or sad. I want to watch a movie with you. I want to have breakfast with you.” He didn’t care if it came out as a plea. He was being honest, opening up his heart. The mattress shifted under extra weight; Yuugi climbed back up on the bed again. Just like Jounouchi, he was still fully clothed. It wasn’t about getting undressed quickly and hop between the sheets. Yuugi had dimmed the lights in the bedroom and he regretted that he hadn’t any candles upstairs, to add to the atmosphere. He had heard Jounouchi’s words, and smiled at Atemu.
“Mou hitori no boku, how are you feeling?”
“I am fine,” Atemu answered, sounding drowsy. Yuugi leaned into him and kissed him.
“I have massage oil right here,” he said, shaking the bottle in his hand lightly. “We will give you a nice massage. Does that sound good to you?” He kissed him again. “If there’s anything you don’t like or makes you feel uncomfortable, just say it. If you tell us to stop, we’ll stop immediately.”
“Immediately indeed,” Jounouchi agreed. He watched as Yuugi opened the bottle and poured a dollop of the heavenly fragrant oil on his hand. Yuugi rubbed the oil between his hands to warm it up. He placed his hands on Atemu’s upper right arm, performing long, gentle strokes.
“Ah, delicious,” Atemu said. “I thought my arms were falling off this week.”
“Carrying a Duel Disk around all the time can be rather fatiguing,” Yuugi spoke out of experience. Jounouchi had picked up the bottle and helped himself to some of the product, mimicking his movement. Now he was repeating the long strokes on Atemu’s left arm, exactly like Yuugi did. “Knowing Kaiba, he’ll be working you to the bone.”
“He was talking about Battle City 2.0. He wanted to invite international duelists, so he could showcase his latest virtual reality system.”
“Typically Kaiba,” Jounouchi said, without any vehemence. “What about national duelists?”
“Yes, they are to be invited as well, of course. I did not catch the entire scope of his plans, though. I usually tune out as soon as he starts talking about his dragons.”
Yuugi snickered. He worked on Atemu’s lower arm, moving towards his hand and fingers. “I’m very happy that you still love dueling, mou hitori no boku, and that you get to play as much as you want.”
“I really enjoy the game.” Atemu’s lips were turned up in a continuous smile, enjoying the hands on his body. Yuugi gently put his arm down again, next to his side, and moved on to his chest. Jounouchi meticulously copied Yuugi’s gestures. Neither one of them was a professional masseur, but it was about personal attention and creating a comfortable, cozy atmosphere, all focused on Atemu’s well-being and pleasure. Yuugi couldn’t help himself, leaning into his Pharaoh every now and then to kiss him, and Jounouchi copied that gesture as well, relieved and excited that Atemu responded to him, not rebuked him. Yuugi moved his hands to Atemu’s right leg and Jounouchi continued with his left leg.
“This is really a very nice scent,” Jounouchi said, keeping his voice low.
“It is, isn’t it? I can’t remember where I bought it,” Yuugi answered. “I never got around using it, but this seemed like a good moment to bring it out. It has vanilla, almond and honey components, and it matches exquisitely with the sandalwood scented products we generally use.”
“Very nice,” Jounouchi repeated, concentrating on the movements, his hands touching and massaging Atemu’s skin. He was mesmerized, still in disbelief that he hadn’t been send away, that Atemu wasn’t objecting to his touch. Almost reverent, he kept working in the oil, carefully mimicking Yuugi. After a while, Yuugi whispered into Atemu’s ear: “Turn over, mou hitori no boku.”
Dutifully, Atemu turned over onto his stomach and the towel shifted with the movement. Yuugi removed the piece of fabric and threw it on the floor. The temperature in the room was comfortably warm, still a light shudder went through Atemu. Yuugi replenished the lotion in his hands to warm it up. He put his hands on Atemu’s shoulders and kissed him at the nape of his neck. “How do you feel?”
“Sleepy,” Atemu answered.
“Good.” Yuugi smiled against his skin. “Don’t fight it. If you want to sleep, go to sleep. We’ll take care of you.”
“I know.” Atemu’s words were muffled by the pillow, but both Jounouchi and Yuugi had heard it. They exchanged a hopeful look and continued with the massage. Exchanging a soft-spoken comment every so often, they massaged his shoulders and back, traveling lower and lower. Yuugi noticed that Jounouchi swallowed firmly and his breathing was just a little erratic. After replenishing the oil and stroking Atemu’s shoulders, back and sides, his fingers were close, so very close to a more intimate area… Yuugi suddenly skipped to Atemu’s feet and lower leg, and Jounouchi heaved a sigh of relief and perhaps a little disappointment. Yuugi maintained a neutral expression on his face.
He didn’t want to rush things, let alone force anyone into anything they didn’t want. As far as he was concerned, this was still a massage - but this was the first time that Jounouchi saw Atemu naked, and it was a vulnerable, fragile moment. Yuugi worked upwards, massaging Atemu’s thigh and this time, he moved his hand over his buttock. Jounouchi wanted to follow his example, but hesitated. It was too intimate at the moment, he didn’t dare. Yuugi took his hand and put it pontifically on the Pharaoh’s left buttock. Jounouchi colored a deep shade of red, but he didn’t take his hand away. A soft moan escaped Atemu to boot.
Yuugi shifted his position, leaning into Atemu once more, his fingers darting playfully all over. He lowered his voice to a husky tone: “Would you like us to… take very special care of you, mou hitori no boku?”
Atemu craned his neck. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, smoldering. He shifted his position so he could reach for Yuugi and lazily drape an arm over his shoulder. His hand slid over Yuugi’s back, his fingers curling at the hem of his shirt. Yuugi nuzzled him. “Jounouchi-kun is here too,” he reminded him.
“I know,” he said. Yuugi kissed him again.
“Is it all right with you?”
“Hm-mm.” It wasn’t a ‘yes’ but it wasn’t a ‘no’ either, and Yuugi was slightly conflicted; should he press for a clear answer or not? It was too important to let it slide, but on the other hand… judging from the blissful, intense look on Atemu’s face, his soft gasps at the sheer intensity of the massage and the touches all over his body, Yuugi was sure that he agreed. Besides, if he would say ‘no’ later on, they could still stop just like that, right? He moved his hand to cup Atemu’s face. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” The former Pharaoh tugged at Yuugi’s shirt. Yuugi took the offensive garment off and tossed it over Jounouchi’s shoulder where it landed on the floor, next to the earlier discarded towel. Atemu’s fingers trailed over his chest, his caresses extremely light. Yuugi didn’t mind; the passion wasn’t any less and this moment was meant for Atemu anyway, entirely focused on his joy and pleasure. Jounouchi subconsciously felt the same; he didn’t undress himself, he just kept touching and stroking Atemu, his fingers darting over his body in an exploring manner, examining every inch.
Many more kisses followed, hands everywhere, the sensual scent of the lotion tantalizing. Yuugi pressed kisses all over Atemu, reveling in his physical response, as well as his own. He interrupted his kissing to attract Jounouchi’s attention, and gestured at him to take off his shirt too. A slight insecurity was visible in Jounouchi’s eyes, but Yuugi smiled reassuringly at him. Trembling every so slightly, Jounouchi discarded his shirt and looked at Yuugi again, as if searching out his approval. He responded by putting his hand on Jounouchi’s bare chest, scratching his skin very lightly. He longed to give the same attention to him, but Jounouchi understood; tonight was for Atemu.
The intensity of the ministrations and kisses increased with every passing minute. Only gasps and moans were heard and every now and then a gentle whisper of a name, uttered in the utmost pleasure. Yuugi removed the rest of his clothes and wordlessly, invited Jounouchi to do the same. He snuggled up closer to Atemu, his hand between his legs, kneading his inner thighs. Pressing kisses to his neck, Yuugi’s other hand was on Atemu’s chest, fingers darting and dabbing. They had always been very laid-back about who should top or not; it was usually Atemu who took the initiative as he enjoyed being the dominant one, with Yuugi being the receiving one, much to his own pleasure. They switched positions as much or as little as they desired, depending on the mood and the intensity of their lovemaking.
For now, Yuugi took the lead, while Jounouchi watched, breathlessly. Determined, Yuugi moved Atemu’s legs apart and as he looked up, he noticed Jounouchi’s intense stare. Straightening himself just a little, Yuugi kissed him on the lips. “Are you all right?” he softly asked.
“Yes,” Jounouchi answered, his voice thick. “I… I want to watch you. Is that okay?”
“Of course,” Yuugi said, kissing him again. He moved in-between Atemu’s legs and asked him: “Is that all right with you too, mou hitori no boku?”
“Mm,” Atemu answered, his eyes closed. He was mentally preparing himself, Yuugi knew the reactions and signs of his partner all too well. He loved the intimacy of the moment, that total, undeniable faith and trust in each other. The massage lotion he used before wasn’t suitable as a lubricant, so Yuugi reached for the bedside table, retrieving another small bottle. Atemu pawed at him, fingers running gently over his skin. Yuugi positioned himself, opened the bottle and used the product on himself. When he was done, he put his hands on Atemu’s hips and pulled him closer. He took his time; why hurry? This moment was too special and too important to rush. He could hear Jounouchi’s breathing becoming erratic and out of curiosity, he spared a moment to look at him, enjoying the rapt fascination he was expressing.
“I never thought that this would happen,” Jounouchi whispered. He was so enraptured that he barely noticed Yuugi pecking him on the cheek.
“It’s truly something beautiful, Jounouchi-kun,” he said, before turning back to Atemu and showering him with butterfly-light kisses. “I love you.” He started to push himself in, again taking his time. Inch by inch, he guided himself in, his own heartbeat rapidly increasing, the sensations overwhelming him. A deep moan slipped past his lips and suddenly, Jounouchi put his arms around him as if he was stabilizing Yuugi, his warm embrace adding even more heat to the experience.
“You’re both so beautiful,” Jounouchi whispered into his ear, sending delightful shivers down his spine. “Please…”
Yuugi tilted his head to kiss him, allowing Atemu to get adjusted before he finally started to move. Atemu arched his back, lifting up his hips a little and a deep, throaty moan escaped him. While keeping his hand on Yuugi’s back, Jounouchi turned away just a little from him to focus back on Atemu, using his other hand to stroke his hair, his fingers sifting through the strands and dipping lower, caressing the contours of his face. Atemu leaned into his touch, breathing rapidly, surrendering to the sensations running through him, submitting to and reveling in all the attention he received.
Yuugi continued his pace, every now and then pressing a kiss to Jounouchi’s upper arm, shoulder or neck, to which he would react and return the kiss, their lips not merely brushing anymore, but making full contact, passionately, hungrily. Yuugi tugged at the waistband of Jounouchi’s pants. Despite his earlier gesture that Jounouchi could take off his clothes, he had only discarded his shirt. Maybe he was hesitant, maybe he didn’t dare to fully enjoy the moment… whatever his reason, Yuugi left the decision to Jounouchi. He didn’t want to break this mesmerizing trance between the three of them, completely engrossed with each other and more so, with Atemu.
All their attention was on the former Pharaoh and he reveled in it, basked in it, the increasing sensations of them paying homage to his body and he shivered and shuddered with pleasure. He had always been a quite silent lover, but Yuugi knew him better than anyone and his gasps and moans were a perfect indication of how he felt and how he experienced all of this. It was rare for Atemu to be laid-back and not be very active or participative when making love, it was a pleasant surprise to Yuugi that he was enjoying so much what was given to him, taking it in as best as he could. His facial expression was one of pure pleasure, no sign of pain or discomfort, and that was what counted most. Yuugi didn’t mind putting his own desires and wishes on a backburner, especially now. From the corner of his eye he could see Jounouchi taking the rest of his clothes off and that made him happy, knowing that the other felt comfortable enough with this unique situation to fully show himself, no more boundaries.
His own body reacted sharply to the overwhelming sensations. Jounouchi resumed his earlier position, one hand on Yuugi’s back and his other hand on Atemu’s chest, and he turned his head towards Yuugi to kiss him. It felt so good, it was so intense and loving, and he was unable to hold himself back, no matter how hard he tried. Yuugi wanted to pull out at first, but it was already too late. He lost himself in the kiss and allowed the sensations to wash over him, enjoying his release as his body shook and shuddered. Jounouchi’s arm was around him, holding him steady and he leaned against him as the intensity of his orgasm traveled through him. Yuugi breathed heavily, his chest heaving. He regretted not lasting longer, but his body simply hadn’t been able to resist the passion, the lust, the need.
Not for one second, Jounouchi broke up his contact with Atemu, his hand touching him, stroking him all over. He still had his eyes closed, his breathing erratic and his hands tugging at the bed sheets. Jounouchi kept his arm firmly around Yuugi and twisted his upper body to kiss Atemu, his lips close to his ear to whisper to him; soft, gentle words of comfort. Very gently, Yuugi withdrew from Atemu. He noticed immediately that Atemu hadn’t had his release yet and neither had Jounouchi, making him feel incredibly selfish. How could he have been so egoistic to think of his pleasure only? But it wasn’t like that. Nobody commented, nobody blamed him. In fact, Atemu propped himself up on one elbow and reached for him. Yuugi immediately responded by wrapping his arms around Atemu and lifting him up. He supported himself by resting in Yuugi’s arms, like a limp rag doll. Yuugi cuddled him closer and found himself whispering soothing words, loving words, into Atemu’s ear.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
The look of satisfaction on Atemu’s face spoke volumes. “Aibou,” was all that he said, his voice hoarse.
“I want you to feel the same as me,” Yuugi whispered. Jounouchi had moved behind Atemu, his hands stroking his sides. “I want you to be fully satisfied. I want you to come.”
“Aibou,” Atemu repeated, his eyes half-lidded. He leaned against Yuugi, his head on his shoulder, his arms loosely around him, his breathing still erratic. Yuugi showered him with butterfly-light kisses, his hands in his hair, playing with the strands. Jounouchi, hesitant, put his hands on Atemu’s hips. He pressed a kiss on his shoulder as he pressed himself against him. Yuugi watched his every move, his eyes clouded with lust and pleasure. He wanted to see, he wanted to feel how the other would take Atemu; the mere thought send strong, lustful sensations all over him again.
“Jounouchi-kun,” he said, unable to keep the tremble out of his voice. Jounouchi positioned himself, slightly hesitant, affected by the intensity of the moment. His dream was coming true, right here, right now; he didn’t want to rush, afraid to ruin the moment, but the lust and desire was so overpowering that it was hard to hold back. Jounouchi started to push himself in. Yuugi hadn’t seen him use the lubricant, but he trusted Jounouchi unconditionally and kept watching, almost with child-like curiosity. Atemu hung in Yuugi’s arms, his body bracing itself for the new intrusion and a deep, guttural moan escaped him. He tensed up a little, his arms reflexively tightening around Yuugi.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Jounouchi said softly to no one in particular. He eased himself in, slowly but surely, until he was completely buried. His breathing was inaudible, he almost looked like he was about to faint; he needed to gather his bearings before he could even think of moving. Shivering, Jounouchi didn’t maneuver at all, overcome with the heat of the moment. Yuugi used his free hand to touch Jounouchi’s neck, fingers trailing over his skin.
“Please,” he said. Jounouchi nodded and swallowed, having snapped out of his momentarily trance. With more confidence, he increased his grip on Atemu’s hips and started his pace. Wedged between Jounouchi and Yuugi, Atemu moved along, moaning against Yuugi’s shoulder, smothering his throatily gasps and pants. Jounouchi quickened his pace immediately, spurred on by the rapidly increasing sensations, the heat, the lust, the passion. Yuugi enjoyed watching both his lovers’ reactions; he had a magnificent view on their interaction and as he lacked any feeling of jealousy, he was simply happy that Jounouchi experienced the same emotions. He touched him wherever he could reach him, but he made sure to keep one hand in Atemu’s hair, knowing that he enjoyed being petted there.
Jounouchi kissed Atemu on the shoulders and neck while he kept his hands on his hips, pulling him closer as he pushed into him. He went about a firm pace, his heartbeat going up and his breathing spiraling out of control. This was a complete sensory overload and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. Jounouchi was determined however, to not reach his climax before Atemu, he wanted him to feel these sensations first, he deserved it. Atemu murmured something unintelligible against Yuugi’s shoulder.
“Yes, mou hitori no boku,” he said. “Let it go. No more tension, no more stress. Give into your release. It’s all right. Let it go.” He continued to encourage him and he dipped with his hand lower between them. He knew that it wouldn’t take much longer for Jounouchi, and he had a good idea about what he was thinking. A little manual stimulation was all that was needed and Atemu pushed back against Jounouchi, eliciting an excited gasp from him. He bucked his hips, uncontrollably, shaking and shuddering, smothering his cry against Yuugi’s shoulder as he came. Yuugi held him, cradled him, smiling. It was such a relief, a release in more ways than one, and all of the tension flowed out of Atemu.
He sagged into Yuugi’s arms, too exhausted and too overcome to keep himself upright. Jounouchi didn’t need more than another few thrusts to send himself over the edge as well; he held onto Atemu, his arms around him for the last intense thrust, then releasing himself deep within him, smothering his own moans with a kiss on the crook of his neck. As Jounouchi tried to control his breathing again, he leaned against Atemu who leaned against Yuugi, who struggled to keep up the weight, Jounouchi being much taller and heavier. He noticed and send him an apologetic smile. He straightened himself and with his arms around Atemu, he pressed a kiss to his neck, suckling on his skin, drawing out another moan. Yuugi rubbed Atemu’s back. The former Pharaoh lied limp in their arms, weak as a kitten, completely spend. Yuugi raked his hand through Atemu’s hair and caressed his face, touching him all over. Jounouchi did the same, holding and stroking him.
“That was so good, mou hitori no boku,” Yuugi said, nuzzling him. He wasn’t surprised at all that he didn’t receive an answer. He could see that Atemu had difficulties staying awake, especially after his release. Yuugi nipped at his lips. “Rest now, my Pharaoh. You need it.”
Atemu made a half-hearted movement with his arm. Yuugi wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, perhaps he tried to hold on, but he had no energy left and he dropped his arm next to his side. Jounouchi lied him down on the bed again, very gently.
“Don’t worry, we’ll clean up,” he said, mourning the loss of their earlier intimacy. Atemu couldn’t even muster up the willpower to nod, his eyes closed. He was asleep before Jounouchi withdrew his hand, a last gentle caress of his face. Only then, Yuugi left the bed to gather clean towels and wiped away everything that had been spilled. Jounouchi helped him to get Atemu dressed into underwear and a set of dark blue pajamas. They tucked him into bed; the former Pharaoh didn’t make a sound, not even a snore.
“He must be in some kind of coma,” Jounouchi quipped. Yuugi discarded the towels in the hamper and returned his friend’s grin.
“He was so tired. He worked so hard and all that tension…” Yuugi kept his voice low, but Atemu probably wouldn’t have woken up if a big march band was playing next to the bed. Jounouchi couldn’t help it; fondly, he tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind Atemu’s ear.
“There was so much I wanted to do,” he said. “I wanted to make love to him for hours. It was over so soon.”
“I know.” Yuugi joined him on the bed. “I wish I had lasted longer too, but we were so…”
“Horny,” Jounouchi provided.
“Passionate,” Yuugi corrected him and didn’t bother to hide his amusement. Jounouchi was still playing with Atemu’s hair.
“Where do we go from here?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” Yuugi answered, truthfully. “I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”
“At least this is something I will never forget,” Jounouchi said. “It was such a wonderful experience. Not just the sex… but the trust, the comfort, the sensuality. It was so wonderful to see the two of you, and how you held on to each other. That’s something I doubt I’ll ever achieve.”
“Every relationship is different, Jounouchi-kun,” Yuugi said. “Even if we’re going to stay together, with the three of us… your relationship with Atemu is going to be different than mine, and my relationship with you is going to be different than his…” He didn’t want to think about it, not now, when the mood was still so pleasant and warm. In the back of his mind, he remembered that he had vaguely promised to return to his grandfather, but he didn’t know why and it wasn’t that important. “Why don’t we go to bed,” he suggested, “and catch some sleep. Don’t go to the guest room Jounouchi-kun, stay here. The bed’s large enough.”
Jounouchi nestled himself on Atemu’s left side, whereas Yuugi took right left side, curling up against him. Yuugi was the last one to fall asleep. He hadn’t lied to Jounouchi. He really didn’t know what tomorrow would bring… and if he was holding onto hope or a delusion that everything was going to be all right.
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