Title: The Perks of Having a Body [Yami/Yugi]
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Rating/Warnings: R for masturbation sort of.
Summary: Yami may have better hair, but sometimes he'd kill for hands.
A/N: While watching the Yu-Gi-Oh! movie, my brother insisted it
couldn't be slashy because Yami and Yugi shared a body. To which I
replied, 'take this!'. Also, Yugi's hair cracks me up.
Coming back from the shower, Yugi padded into his
room, clutching his towel around his waist with one hand and stifling a
yawn with the other. He stopped in front of the mirror and gave a
little laugh at his hair, flattened by the water into sodden clumps
against his scalp. Pulling the towel from body, Yugi threw it over his
head and began rubbing the water out.
A chuckle close to his ear made Yugi grin and tug
the towel down to his shoulders. His reflection in the mirror was
alone, but when he cocked his head to the side he found a translucent
Yami giving him a half-smile. As usual, Yami had imitated Yugi's
clothes, a towel slung around his hips, but his hair looked the same as
always.
"Something funny?" Yugi asked, failing miserably to
keep a straight face. "I notice your hair looks just fine."
"There are certain perks to not having a body," Yami
answered. Yugi turned back to the mirror and began sorting his hair
back into their usual spikes with his fingers, feeling Yami's gaze on
him as though it were fingertips grazing his skin.
His hair, still heavy with water, was having none of
it. It looked like he'd barely done anything to it, other than swirl
bits of it into spirals. Yugi stuck his tongue out at his reflection.
"You're only going to sleep on it," Yami pointed
out, crossing his arms. "Seems a bit silly."
"You know what'll happen if I don't do anything to
it," Yugi switched the aim of his tongue from the mirror to Yami.
"It'll only be worse in the m…morning…"
Yugi interrupted himself with a huge yawn, and Yami
laughed softly. The sound brushed a warm path down Yugi's chest.
"Let me, then," Yami said, reaching for Yugi's
shoulder, and Yugi let him take control, closing his eyes against the
chill sensation of being pushed outside his body. When he opened his
eyes again, he was staring at a taller, filled-in version of himself.
With really bad hair.
Yami raised an eyebrow at Yugi's cheerful laughter,
lips quirked, then turned to the mirror, burying his fingers in Yugi's
hair. Yugi leaned against the dresser to watch Yami smoothing his
spikes deftly into place, admiring the long fingers.
"So strange to see my reflection," Yami mused, and
Yugi nodded; he was avoiding his own lack of reflection for good
reason, the same way he preferred to watch Yami's face rather then look
down and see the rug through his feet.
"There are certain perks to having a body," he
teased, earning a true laugh from Yami. The sound was rare enough that
it sent a burst of pleasure prickling down his spine, and Yugi was glad
that they'd switched places because this way he had a towel covering
himself. Yami on the other hand didn't seem to have any problems with
letting it all hang out. Yugi felt a blush creep across his nose as he
observed that height wasn't the only difference between the two of
them. "I still can't believe no one else notices when you're in
control."
"The difference is all in your mind, Yugi." Yami
gave the last spike a final tweak and held out a hand to Yugi. "I'll
show you."
Reaching for Yami's hand, there was another moment
of dizzying displacement before Yugi was looking at Yami leaning
against the dresser next to Yugi's reflection in the mirror. Looking
between the two, Yugi shrugged and looked skeptical.
"Close your eyes," Yami instructed, and Yugi obeyed
immediately. "You're a Pharaoh, Yugi, a king, the most revered man in
the entire world. In front of you is a great hall of people on their
knees, dozens of subjects, waiting for your words. You're about to give
them all orders, completely confident that they will obey you and that
your direction controls their entire lives."
As Yami talked, Yugi could almost feel strong hands
on him, urging his spine straighter, his chin tilted up proudly, and
his arms crossed.
"Open your eyes, Yugi."
When Yugi did so, gazing down his nose at his
reflection and Yami standing beside, the only difference between the
two was the extra blond spikes of Yami's hair.
"If you're not sure which one you are," Yami said,
"I'm the one with the good hair."
The illusion of similarity dissolved when Yugi gave
an indignant cry and took a purposely wide swing at Yami, and Yami
pretended to dodge. They mock-fought for another minute before Yugi
tumbled into bed, laughing. Gazing up at the still-standing Yami, Yugi
asked if he was coming to bed around a yawn.
"Too tired for pajamas," he added, tugging the towel
from around his neck and tossing it to the floor. After watching Yugi's
towel fall, Yami closed his eyes for a moment, and his towel was simply
gone.
"Nights in the desert are cold," Yami said, eyes
still closed and voice sounding far away, "but when the sun is at its
highest, the heat is so intense that it can drive the strongest man to
his knees."
Yugi held very still, watching Yami, afraid to
breath lest he shatter the fragile memory. Clear memories of Yami's
Egyptian past were rare, but sometimes, like now, sights or sensations
triggered smaller, more mundane remembrances.
"Sometimes, on the hottest days…" a crease appeared
between Yami's eyebrows as he struggled to remember, "…I would dismiss
all my servants…just to be able to remove the royal clothes…to lay
naked on smooth, cool sheets…"
Slowly, so as not to break the spell, Yugi leaned
over and reached out to brush his fingertips against the air where
Yami's hand seemed to be, squeezing his eyes shut and willing them to
change places.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing next to the
bed, looking down at Yami stretching luxuriously against the
bedclothes, eyes half-slit with pleasure.
"To lie alone in bed wearing only skin," Yami
murmured, "is a pleasure of the lower class that a king can only enjoy
in fleeting moments."
"But you aren't alone," Yugi teased gently, sitting
on the bed next to Yami. Yami's mouth quirked as he tilted his head to
meet Yugi's gaze.
"Am I not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Curious
then how I can take all the space I want…"
He stretched an arm through the air Yugi's image was
occupying to prove his point, making Yugi squirm and laugh as his brain
insisted fingers were running over his chest, even as those fingers
were passing right through him. The feeling gave him an idea.
"I suppose this won't have any effect on you then."
Yugi grinned mischievously before bending over Yami's lap and blowing a
warm breath over the head of his cock. Just as he suspected, Yami
hissed a breath, and his cock stirred even though the sensation was
totally in Yami's mind.
"Can I?" Yami asked, lowering one hand to his hip
and flexing his fingers suggestively. Yugi swallowed and nodded,
shivering a little when Yami closed his hand tightly around himself and
let out a soft sigh of pleasure. A streak of warmth crept over Yugi's
nose as he sat back to watch, crossing his legs underneath himself.
"I can't believe I'm blushing," Yugi muttered,
thinking of all the times he'd brought himself off in the months of
sharing his body with Yami. But somehow watching his hands touch his
cock was entirely different when Yami was the one in control, the glide
of his hands less hurried, his fingers lingering in slightly different
places than Yugi's did.
"You're only blushing because you think you can."
Yami's voice was soft and low, and he regarded Yugi from under heavy
eyelids. "Lacking blood, your spirit should really be able to do
neither of those things."
"Neither…" Yugi wrinkled his brow as he followed
Yami's gaze down to his own rising cock. "Oh!" The knowledge that there
was no blood available didn't stop Yugi's cheeks from heating even
more.
"I suppose it's true then," Yami sighed, beginning
to arch into his touch just a bit, "that sex is mostly in the mind.
Perhaps if you believe you are able, you can touch yourself as well."
"I'd rather," Yugi grinned at Yami's teasing as he
leaned forward, "be touching you."
A soft gasp fell from Yami's lips as Yugi placed a
hand around Yami's and stroked alongside him, and Yugi knew that Yami
was feeling the ghost of sensation he felt when Yami sometimes placed
his hands over Yugi's as he held the Millennium Puzzle. Closing his
eyes, Yugi focused on feeling his cock in his hand, the weight of it,
the heat, the way the ridges of the skin felt across his palm, the vein
underneath…and for a moment, Yugi was sure he actually felt the pulse
of hot muscle in his hand…
Yami gave a sigh of deep satisfaction, and Yugi
opened his eyes to find Yami giving him a sleepy smile, his palm and
softening cock coated in white. Without speaking, he stretched his
fingers out just a bit more to brush Yugi's where they were still
hovering above him, and Yugi gave in immediately to the tug of the
switch.
His body felt heavy and sated, used in the best of
ways, and when he opened his mouth to speak, only a long yawn came out.
"Thank you, Yugi," Yami's voice murmured close to
his ear, and Yugi turned his head to see Yami stretched out beside him
on the bed, chin propped up on his elbow to watch Yugi. "Watching you
is satisfying, but the experience is a bit different when you actually
have hands."
Yugi nodded with a little shiver as he thought of
Yami's hands stroking himself slowly.
"Are you ever sorry that I put together the
Millennium Puzzle?" Yugi asked, feeling too good to stop himself from
broaching the touchy subject of Yami's habitation in his body. Yami was
quiet a long time, gazing evenly at Yugi, until Yugi was fairly sure he
wasn't getting an answer.
"No," he said at last, surprising Yugi out of the
half-sleep he had slipped into. "There are many times when I miss
having my own body, when I miss my home. But I have not ever regretted
that it was you who solved the Puzzle, or any of the things we have
done together since."
"Yami," Yugi breathed, leaning up on one elbow to
bring his mouth close to Yami's, thinking only of how much he wanted to
kiss the sad twist from Yami's lips, acting on instinct while his brain
was still recovering from its post-orgasm haze.
So there was a moment when there was nothing strange
about the warm, dry lips pressed softly against his. And then another
when it finally registered with Yugi why Yami's eyes were so wide.
"Oh!" Yugi's exclamation broke the kiss, and when he
put a tentative hand out, it passed right through Yami as usual.
"How did you…" Yami brought his fingertips up to his lips. After a
stunned moment, Yugi laughed.
"I guess I just thought I could." Yugi shrugged, giving Yami his
warmest smile. Another yawn interrupted the moment. Looking rueful,
Yugi snuggled back down into his pillows. "Long day, vanquishing evil
and maintaining my undefeated dueling reputation."
"Sleep well, Yugi," Yami chuckled, shaking his head,
"you've earned it."
Letting his eyes flutter closed, Yugi could've sworn
he felt fingers smoothing down his hair as he drifted off to sleep.
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