Chapter Text
Chapter Text
- Corner of lips - Yugi
Falling in love makes anyone act awkwardly.
Falling in love with an incorporeal being also adds a layer of permanent uncertainty to the awkwardness.
Yugi’s hand raises to his lips. He has no proof, but he could have sworn that his other self’s mouth had lingered on the spot right at the corner of his smile. Before Yugi can question the intent, the other merges with him and vanishes back into his soul room.
Yugi sighs. It’s probably wishful thinking.
- Cheek - Atem
Having a body of his own for the first time in millenia is a challenge. Every sensation is overwhelming: sight, smell, sound… and touch.
Apparently, Yugi refuses to miss any occasion to make sure his “other self” is physically here to stay. This time, Yugi instinctively kisses Atem’s cheek before going out.
Atem blushes, unsure he should read any sign behind it. He discards the thought, his focus stolen back by the itchy feeling of wrinkled clothes on his skin.
- From behind - Yugi
After his behaviour during the first days of Atem’s return, Yugi only has himself to blame when his other self becomes demonstrative. It’s sweet torture, hands lingering on shoulders, silent dialogues with their foreheads pressed together… and hugs.
So many hugs.
Yugi jumps and yelps: Atem just hugged him from behind. A low chuckle tickles Yugi’s ear, and the weight lingers a little before Atem stands back and walks past.
Yugi’s stunned. Has Atem just kissed him behind the ear?
- Stomach- Atem
They’re lounging on the couch, both of them half-asleep, pretending to play games just so they don’t have to move. Yugi’s head is on Atem’s lap, a position they have been adopting more and more lately. It’s warm and natural, comfortable. Atem’s hands burn with the need of petting Yugi’s hair, but it feels forbidden; he holds back. Yugi doesn’t have such qualms. He turns his head, buries his nose into Atem’s stomach.
The butterflies in Atem’s body are untamable.
- Forearm - Yugi
There are burn marks on Yugi’s hands and forearms. He wishes Atem would stop feeling guilty. “It’s okay, other me,” he soothes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
His friends say the scars are proof of his selflessness. Yugi still thinks it was selfish of him to worry them.
Atem says nothing, just takes Yugi’s hands in his, and brings them at face level. Then, reverently, he presses a kiss to each burn scar scattered on Yugi’s forearms.
Yugi swallows his emotions.
- Nose - Atem
Of course Atem knows Yugi likes to play. Isn’t it how they met, after all?
But now, Yugi’s passion for games is laced with confidence: taunts, cheeky sarcasm under sweet smiles, blown kisses after issuing a particularly sharp challenge. Atem doesn’t mind being at the receiving end. He likes confident Yugi, even when his partner leans, slow and tantalising, only to place a playful kiss on Atem’s nose.
Atem loses focus and Yugi wins another round of Mario Kart.
Classic.
- Knuckles - Yugi
Atem’s hand is so close. Yugi contemplates touching it “accidentally”. As much as he loves Atem’s adorable reactions to his taunting, it would be hard to pass off hand-holding as playfulness. Before Yugi can make up his mind, though, Atem surprises him by catching his eye and grabbing his hand. He then slowly brings Yugi's hand to his lips, and cheekily kisses it.
A damn noble baisemain. Yugi concedes: the playfulness goes both ways.
It's very bad for his heart.
- Throat - Atem
Atem made a grave mistake: Yugi is still the King Of Games. He may have been flustered for a minute, but it’s his turn now, and Atem is defenseless. Suddenly, he finds himself with an armful of Yugi. A warm breath tickles his neck.
“I'm glad you're here, Atem.”
There is intent in the use of his name. Yugi's lips close on that final “m”, stamping it against his throat.
Atem's tan is not dark enough to hide his blush.
- Up the leg - Yugi
Yugi refuses to stop now. He wants Atem's eyes on him, always. Dropping down on his knees, he places his hands on Atem's calves without breaking eye contact.
“My Pharaoh.” He feels Atem's body heat sipping through the thin linen of the trousers he's wearing today. “You should be the one worshipped, not the one worshipping.”
Yugi lowers his mouth and trails butterfly kisses along Atem's ankle, up his calf, to just under his knee. Atem's shudders strengthen his resolve.
- Hand - Atem
Atem feels weak. Yugi, still kneeling at his feet, grabs his hand. Atem expects hand-kissing as a retaliation to his own, but Yugi's eyes shine with a light that is more than playfulness. Atem watches as Yugi brings the hand to his mouth, before turning it, lips to the palm, and pressing a slow kiss, filled with promises.
Atem shudders. Yugi’s eyes don’t leave his, his lips trail up, his mouth engulfs Atem’s ring finger.
Oh. So they're done playing.
- Thigh - Yugi
There’s no mistaking the nature of the fire in Atem's eyes now; it's the culmination of something that has been building up between them for too long.
Yugi relishes the way Atem's legs tremble beneath his fingers. He very slowly opens his other self's legs, and purposefully mouths the inside of his thigh. He moves upper and upper, sucking lightly through the thin fabric, until he reaches a particularly sensitive spot.
Atem's whimpers are loud, long, needy and it’s delightful.
- Back for more - Atem
It’s the last straw: Atem snaps. He grabs Yugi, pulls him up so they’re face to face, and takes the dive. Yugi’s lips are sweet against his tongue. The kiss is hot, and wet, and more than either expected. Atem breaks for air, admires the glowing bliss on Yugi’s face.
“Other me…” he attempts, but Atem is already back to stealing his partner's breath, pinning him on the couch.
Yugi sighs contentedly and leans up to deepen the kiss.
Finally.