Prompt #43 - Talking Dirty
Something made noise. Crimson eyes blinked to life.
Yami was a strange sleeper. He was often alert even while resting; a sensitivity developed being vigilant of evil presences and, try as he might, it had never left him. Sleeping next to another person was more difficult. The result was often him lying awake for hours.
Sure of this fact, Yami waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. He brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes, and listened. Turning as silently as he could manage, his eyes swept over the room to the small table an arms length away. Although he couldn't see, Yami knew that the Millennium puzzle sat on its surface.
It's useless now. He paused to catch his breath and calm his nerves. Ears pounding, Yami rolled over to scan the rest of the room.
Nothing seemed out of place. Maybe Yuugi had tossed or turned? It wouldn't be the first time that something so small disturbed his sleep. Yami strained his ears, unsure of what he was listening for.
It took a few seconds for the rush of panic to fade away. What remained was a muttering sound - a voice.
"Oh, that sounds... great," Yuugi said. There was something else that Yami couldn't quite hear, and - was that a moan he heard? The sounds were muted, and Yami concluded that he was probably bundled underneath his covers across the room. Like usual.
"Yes." That was definitely a moan.
Then Yuugi said something else, but Yami only caught the word a word or two. There was some shuffling and Yami saw a sudden light glowing from Yuugi's side of the room. A phone? Who could he possibly be-
Yami tried not to laugh as he put the pieces together. Fucking-Ra-Almighty. Fuck.
Now he was curious.
Who is that? Really - while I'm sleeping, though? Risky, at least.
A little kinky, he decided.
The mystery solved, Yami faced the next step: should he get up and leave, maybe rouse loudly to go get some water and not come back; or simply lay back and enjoy the music? He was split in favor of both options. Even if he wasn't a phone person, he would definitely stay on the phone for something like this, especially if he would be getting a real piece of ass later.
And it wouldn't be the first time he had rubbed one out to the sound of Yuugi's voice.
The situation was bursting with potential. What would Yuugi's reaction be if he'd stood up right then and told Yuugi to shut the fuck up because he wanted some sleep?
There were too many thoughts at once. He shut them out in favor of listening for anything that would clue him into what was going on: a name or even the comforter moving again. Yuugi had his own way of just being so damned adorable.
There was another moan (but no name unfortunately), the word "fuck", and then Yami made the decision to get up and leave. It was just the polite thing to do. He had no clue how he was going to do it, though. Another moment passed before he made a move. He rolled over noisily, rustling sheets and kicking his entire body in an attempt to attract attention.
There was a muffled "hang on..." from Yuugi. Then Yami tumbled out of bed, his body noisily smacking the floor.
Yuugi turned over to face him, quick as lightning (though he didn't leave the bed) and said loudly, "Fuck! Are you okay?" His voice cracked somewhere along the way.
Yami let out his own string of curses. Falling so hard hadn't quite happened on purpose, but he hadn't seriously harmed himself. He saw the phone's light go out, and mumbled a bit more for effect.
Yuugi cleared his throat. "Yami - wake up," he said.
"Aww fuck," Yami groaned, stretching his limbs. The side of his body that hit ground tingled unpleasantly.
Yuugi looked worried. But Yami noticed that other than turning over, he still hadn't moved. "Are you okay?" Yuugi asked again.
"What the fuck do you think, Yuugi?" He grumbled.
"Nightmare?" Yuugi asked, and Yami tried hard not to point out that Yuugi's body couldn't be leaning any farther out from his bed without risking the same fall.
He didn't milk it. Yami pushed himself up to his feet and marched out, his own comforter and pillow in tow. He didn't slam the door, though; he didn't want to wake up Sugoroku.
Once the door shut him, he leaned back against it, sighing out his laugh. It was a good call all around; he wasn't sure he could handle being in there from start to finish. Yuugi would've noticed he was awake eventually. His side of their link would give him away.
He smirked to himself for a job well done, and moved to go down to the den. The couch wouldn't be so bad.
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Not sure what to think of this one. I know exactly who Yuugi is talking to, but it didn't seem prudent to reveal the name here in this one. Perhaps it will turn up a bit later ^_^