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CHAPTER 1

The Quiet Night


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The night struck cold, the full moon piercing bright in the black above. The serenity, the absolute silence of the atmosphere struck him with such profound quiet that he found himself standing there, the faint silouhette he was, for what could have been whole minutes tied together on end. But he didn't mind. With matchingly fierce eyes, he sparked his gaze back up at the orb in the sky, its twinkling neighbors, the even brighter city that seemed somehow further away on the horizon. He could see streetlights and thought he heard what they called "cars" rushing by, if he closed his eyes. He remembered his experiences in such vehicles, remembered all the sights these modern places had to offer. The buzzing technology, the stunning noise. Truthfully, it was almost too much to take in at times; if he were not so busy focusing on the subject at hand, facing whatever opponent he was, surely he would have been overwhelmed by it all. As "normal" as he may have appeared, as much as he seemed to fit in, and people seemed to widely accept him...he knew he was a total anachronism to this place. He knew if he belonged, he should understand this new world, but found much more solace and peace when he looked to the ancient and eternal heavens instead.

A noise quietly rang somewhere in the distance. Yugi had gotten home from school hours before, and had been studying in the next room for some time now. The pharaoh blinked, then finally turned from his place at the windowsill to face the boy's semi-organized room. He walked over to where the Puzzle lay, on the nightstand adjacent the bed, and attempted to take it up in his hands.

Though…he knew he could not feel it on his ghostly fingers. The loss of touch was what made "appearing" in the outside world rather useless. Still, rarely, he would project himself into Yugi's world, and watch the scenes around him...when all was calm, when there was no battle to fight...

Only then, in the silence, he allowed for a new type of battle to take place: the battles in his mind. Perhaps…they even overcame in magnitude the physical ones he faced.

Another soft noise, sounding like a book dropped on the floor, followed by a slight moan of irritation. He could see the slit of light coming from the next room, but had dictated it best to let his partner study for his upcoming exams alone. Sighing, the pharaoh made up for his lack of communication with him, instead, by sitting down at the edge of his partner's bed, still glancing at the Item beside him.

It was strange, to war within himself. He had been sealed inside that piece so long, so desolate, so alone, that his soul had naturally habituated to the solitude, and only dealt with it as normal. But now that he had Yugi, and had Yugi's friends....he could not imagine being forced away yet again.


He felt his tongue trace subconsciously over his dry lips, felt the little presses of air through his teeth that barely filled his lungs enough to sustain him. He felt his fingers softly digging into the sheet below him, though this sense of touch was all but imagined on his part, his eyes closing in the process. There was something there, burning dangerously inside him...He didn't understand it, yet feared he did if he let himself analyze it.

So most every moment, he pushed and buried it far away, as though hiding a body in a closet.

He felt his heart beginning to soak heavily in his chest, and almost began to feel sick…

"Pharaoh?"

Immediately, his head spun around. His hands let go of the linen beneath him. Shoved back into its hiding place, the rush departed.

"Yugi!" He cleared his throat, standing. "How was your studying?"

The boy shrugged and dropped his backpack on the floor once again, walking over and turning on the light. "Eh, I dunno. I give up for tonight, though. Joey was supposed to come and study with me, but then he ended up with detention again..."

"What for this time?" the pharaoh inquired.

Yugi couldn't help but chuckle. "Playing Duel Monsters in class, and getting too into it that he disturbed the teacher's lesson. It's either that or sleeping." He smiled good-naturedly. "But you know how he is."

Yami smiled a little and nodded his response.

"So, what're you doing? You don't normally just come out of the Puzzle just because...What's up? Did you need me?" Yugi asked, going over to his dresser and getting out a change of clothes for the night. The pharaoh watched this, noting the juxtaposition of his light's nonchalance to the strained knots of his own insides.

"Um...No, and I did not wish to disturb you. I noticed you had put the Puzzle down. I just wanted to...look around, I suppose." He glanced back towards the moon, still shining softly on him through the open window.

Yugi looked over curiously. "Well, you're definitely more than welcome to." He smiled, picking up his clothes he had laid out. "I'm gonna go take a shower. Just make yourself at home, as I always say."

Another of these modern colloquialisms. This one, he had heard before and filed away.

"Ah, yes," he nodded. The boy turned, still smiling, and the pharaoh watched as he shut the door behind him.

Now alone once more, Yami pressed his lips together. Now, the dark became a source of discontent for him, just like the times alone in his Item had become now that he once again remembered what it was like to have someone. And yet...the sky pulsed through the whites of his amythest eyes, the stone quiet of the evening as though they were frozen in time...

If only they were...if only he were real...He looked down at his transparent palms...

If only he could tell him...

CRASH

Yami started, the subtle sound of something from downstairs vibrating through the floor. Quickly, he had run literally straight through Yugi's bedroom door to the hall, then faced protectively over the stairs, looming into the darkness.

He opened his mouth to demand who was there, but remembered he had none except to Yugi.

With one last glance back towards his partner's direction, he ran down the narrow stairs to the entrance of the Game Shop area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or at least how he'd seen it as ordinary through Yugi's eyes while in the Puzzle. The only reason he even knew his direction around the small house was through second-hand observation.

Carefully, he eyed around him, stepping closer to the door of the Shop. He slipped through it, half of his image on the other side.

But the dark, locked shop seemed perfectly safe and untouched. It was obvious no one had broken in, or even entered it. Slipping back into the house, he began into the downstairs hallway instead. His fists strained as he readied himself for the commodity of danger about to leap out at him...

But then, the sound of a familiar voice came from the living room to his right. In reflex, Yami was immediately out of sight around the side of the entrance, once again forgetting his invisibility. He peered inside. Immediately, relief washed over him: it was only Grandpa, who was griping to himself for knocking over the coffee table.

Yami couldn't help but shake his head slightly and smile.

After fixing things back to their proper place, Solomon put his hands on his hips.

"And after I'm already late for to meet Arthur! It would figure!" He dusted himself off and began to pick up his bag, lugging it over his shoulders are he headed towards Yami's direction.

The pharaoh watched Solomon walk right past him. He himself started towards the upstairs from where he'd come, waiting until Grandpa had left through the back door of the house. That was right! He had forgotten Solomon had told Yugi about leaving for a week's trip to the Middle East for another excavation trip with his long-time companion. Yami had to admit, the man surely did not let his age get in the way of his passions.

Rather ironic, he noted, how someone like Yugi's grandfather could show theirs, and yet there Yami was, disguising his taboo ones as nonexistent. ...Again, the thoughts were shoved down as a wave of excitement threatened to carry him away yet again. Perhaps that meant there could be an opportunity for…No, no...with his grandpa gone for a week, that only meant Yugi would be busier then. Going to spend more time with his friends to compensate. Surely...that made most sense. And Yami was going to force himself to contemplate that understanding until he acknowledged it as reality.

But suddenly, he sensed something else from the stairway, yet also from himself...A dark energy, a sparking. Not foreign, yet not comprehensible. It pulled at his image, as though needing him to come to it, summoning him with a dangerous power...Much like how he felt his Puzzle had been feeling inside when he inhabited it recently...

The Puzzle!But if something was wrong with it, dangerous about it, it was upstairs with...

Yugi!

Twice as fast as he had rushed downstairs, he darted back towards his counterpart's room.

"Yugi!!"

"Y-Yami!"

The pharaoh slammed into an invisible glass wall upon the first wide step inside, his feet suddenly as perfectly cemented as his stunned face.

It was as though he was the one seeing the ghost.

        The other in front of him was almost equally shocked, a pink flushing his cheeks that he quickly attempted to brush away. A green towel hung loosely around the boy's small waist, droplets of water still glistening all over his bare chest and arms, and sparkling in his hair.

As much as he forced himself not to let his gaze linger, the pharaoh could only mutter some strand of incoherent words.

"I-I....apologize...! The Puzzle, I thought it-"

Yami quickly eyed the object in question, still sitting in its same place, as harmless as it had apparently been only minutes ago when he'd left it. Perhaps he'd been imagining things. Perhaps it was just an excuse to come back up...? Suddenly he felt more than ashamed of himself. Now what would Yugi think of him, making things exponentially awkward like that?

"...S...sorry."

The spirit swallowed nervously, and said nothing more as he panicked into a dissolve, his image quickly fading into the Puzzle in some strange mixture of courtesy and sheer embarrassment.


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CHAPTER 2

Inner Dreams

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Before he had been awoken from his seemingly eternal hibernation, he had not dreamt...for at that time, he'd had nothing to dream of.

But now, ever since that day the Puzzle was completed, his mind had begun to fill with fresh memories in light of his hosts' experiences. And when he lay his head down in his soulroom in the dark, he found brilliant images and sounds playing naturally through his makeshift "sleep."

Some of the events he dreamed were usually pertaining to enemies they were battling at the time, or the duels he would soon have to complete in Yugi's place. He saw his opposition, or he saw his new friends. He sewed together abstract stories with no real sense about his supposed past, about ancient Egypt, as if he could conjure up the truth of it by some manner of magical Shadow visions. He dreamed about the Puzzle and its mazes. He dreamed about cards and relics and monsters and the basic truths of his very identity. Some of what he saw frightened him. Some of it calmed his soul with the happiness of his new life. Some of what he dreamed made him smile, and some of what he saw made him cry.

Because no matter what he envisioned subconsciously, it always revolved around things and people important to him.  And more and more frequently, behind his closed eyes lay dangerous short fictions so closely knit to his new identity that they were beginning to drive him mad with how they affected who he was...and who he was becoming. These dreams were the only possible manifestation of his bottled feelings, all collected and sealed as tightly as possible by his own mental hand. More and more often, he would suddenly wake with a racing heart and a little more shame.

For more and more often, he would dream of Yugi.

Yami was not sure how long his soul had been asleep, as time always seemed to blur within the confines of his host Item, and probably for the better considering his long stay inside. But as he opened his eyes, he felt simply his "sleeping time" didn't fit right, had been either too long or too short, in relation to what had happened. Truly, he realized now it was nothing, and no big deal. But then if that were true, he felt strange for overreacting, ashamed in either case.

He sat up from the makeshift bed. Though dark, he had become accustomed to the stone room enough to know his surroundings.

And enough to know he wasn't alone.

His eyes narrowed.

"Who's there?"

There was nothing for a moment; and then, a small shadow stepped forward from the doorway. The backlight made it hard to see its features as it faced him.

The pharaoh's eyes widened, and he put his own foot to the floor.

"Yugi?"

Yami stopped, the grogginess, the blurriness of the whole situation getting to him. His first image was that he'd fallen asleep to, the most embedded, gorgeous one fresh in his mind…of his partner. The room literally fogged in response to his feelings, rendering Yugi a little scared as he backed up a few steps. And the further he got, the more Yami sucked in the coldness around him…The less he could hear Yugi call him in confusion from the door. The less real it felt…

That meant…
Was this just another dream?

He licked his lips. A matching electric spark snapped from the walls. His big eyes shone bright with a mysterious glaze when he looked up again.

He liked that idea.

He continued to push through his self-made mist, over until he took Yugi's hand. It had become so thick that the boy could barely make Yami out, even right in front of him.

"Pharaoh! I found you..." There was a sigh of relief, and the hint of a smile, as the density around them lifted.

But seeing his light's fatigue, there was quick change of the scenery; suddenly, the stone walls had shifted to a ceiling of sad, endlessly rolling clouds. Something in Yugi's face looked too tired to be genuinely happy. Yami remembered how locating one another in the Puzzle was not an easy task.

He wondered how long Yugi had been going at it.

Yugi almost jumped at the rumbling far above him. "…And what's been strange is the Puzzle keeps changing ever since I got to your side of it…"

"Yugi…" Yami said again. He started a hand towards him, rubbing his own sleepiness from his eyes. "Why are you looking for me?"

Yugi looked up, disheartened. "What do you mean? You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

The anxiety in the boy's eyes deepened.

"Pharaoh, I haven't heard or felt anything from you for two days now. It almost seemed like there was no life in my Puzzle at all! I was beginning to worry…" He peered away now, at the floor, then at Yami's figure, as though to assure himself it was really there. "I was afraid something bad had happened, that you'd disappeared somehow…I couldn't even contact you when I tried to switch places. That's never happened before…"

"Really?" Yami's eyes opened wide. "I was asleep for two days?"

"I dunno. Were you?"

Yami considered, baffled. "I don't know about the time frame, but thought I was..."

"But…why couldn't you wake up?"

"I…don't know."

The pharaoh considered. He wondered what this meant. Was this a vision of things to come? Surely, he hoped that wasn't the case. But no…this wasn't a dream at all. This was real. And Yugi was really here…And something was wrong.

Perhaps the odd inklings from the Puzzle were associated with this. He knew his Item was active with his own emotions, and that the more he thought of this boy in front of him, the more volatile it became. And he knew he was responsible. All the affection, all the attraction, all the raw desire…

Because, he knew...

He wanted to own him. No, he wanted to possess him. He wanted to hold the boy so close he integrated right into his hikari, forever becoming one with the being destined to host his own soul as he already did. Every fiber of him quivered--ached--with a longing that had constantly been buried away out of true necessity. But if the Puzzle was somehow endangering the one he loved because of all these bottled emotions…he had no choice but to express the truth.

Stone walls slammed down around them, stretching infinitely into a black heaven above. Only Yugi took notice of this, and fire flickered all around them. The room looked similar to how it had when Yugi had first entered, only much larger, an amber glow on their faces.

"I'm glad you came to see me, Yugi…" He turned his head, eyes shadowed by the darkness, the glow of the fire on his angled cheeks. "There's something you need to know. There's something…I haven't told you, about me."

Yugi looked up, more interested than ever.

"What is it?"

Yami stopped for what seemed like a long time. He sighed, leaning an arm against the wall and turning his face away. "Promise me…you will not be distressed with me."

"Of course not, Pharaoh!" Yugi seemed almost hurt. "You know I could never be. You're my best friend!"

"…Yes. My friend…"

The boy's face contorted in sympathy and confusion. "Yami…?"

Yami opened his mouth, tried to get all of it out, or even a fragment of his deep sentiments. But they were so far buried because of their illegality…He had suppressed it all so long, kept it confined to dreams similar to this reality…Suddenly, this situation was becoming quite real, the blurriness fading away.

He knew why this was happening. He knew, even in sleep, that this odd power was the subconscious outlet of perhaps the consequences of saying nothing, keeping the feelings as locked away as his soul itself. And now, with all his practice making perfect…He found nothing remained on the surface of his lips to tell. He swore there were almost tears rising dangerously close to the surface of his eyes instead.

…I…I cannot tell him…

The cracks in the wall deepened down wide with loud groans, catching Yugi by surprise. The boy's eyes saddened at the sight, and he reached towards his partner, resting it on his shoulder.

As though reading Yami's mind, he spoke quietly.

"If you can't tell me," he shrugged. "Can you show me?"

Yami spun his head around again, eyes wide. Was Yugi onto him? From the look in his light's eyes, however, he saw only purity, and innocence, and a true compassion to help his friend. No, Yugi didn't know; he was only saying what he could.

"I…" Yami's voice was lower now, musky as the air, but a chuckle lived inside it. "I'm not sure you'd…want that, Yugi."

Yugi's eyebrows slanted worriedly, a slight squeeze on the pharaoh's shoulder. "Try?"

Yami's eyes half-closed. Such a little touch, but…no, he'd barely ever felt Yugi's real touch before. He was always a physical body away, one of them always the hologram. But as in his dreams, Yugi was as real as ever, and in the Puzzle, they could always both exist. Such a perfect, dark little world…with such perfectly dark little fantasies to match…

The Pharaoh turned slowly, and his hand travelled the furthest, heaviest distance it ever had up…closer…closer still…to Yugi's arm. Amazed it had made the journey, his fingers nestled into it, then up, grazing his light's shoulder, across his collarbone, fingers lacing up his neck, his jawline, his cheek…He remembered the sight he'd seen two nights ago, the little body he was now touching…

His thumb caressed into its place on Yugi's cheek, and now he noticed the telltale shock on the boy's face. He was blushing wildly, eyes frozen on his counterpart.

"Ph-Pharaoh…? Wh-what are you-"

"Showing you…" A very nervous breath, face inching closer.

          "…Aibou."


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CHAPTER 3

Release

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- A nervous pause, but not enough to let Yugi speak again. Finally, it was his chance…for better or worse… He began to move in, and before he had realized it, he closed the remaining gap between them.

Shivers zapped down his back, the flames of the wall's torches sparking like tiny firecrackers his inner fire.

In the warmth of contact, he traced his lips over his hikari's: they were even softer than he'd imagined, and his mind swirled at how he fit so well with them.  He parted his lips just enough to kiss him again, playing with the perfection.  How many times he'd dreamed of this moment…of stealing that first kiss…

         Only when he parted centimeters, he remembered it really had been stolen.

          Though he had not literally been pushed away, he did not yet dare himself to open his eyes and see his partner's face. It would either be mirroring his own in heated desire, or hopelessly angry.
When he heard nothing, he assumed the latter.

         He pulled away further, downcast.

         "Yugi, I'm…I'm sorry. That was…inappropriate." The more he heard his own voice, his own clarity of thought, the more his embarrassment multiplied. The walls began to crumble in places, revealing soft, red cloth underneath their stone exterior. Still, the fires remained, as the other part of him could barely be more excited.

He continued to hang his head. His eyes shadowed, he could feel the younger looking at him, and waited for him to storm away. Or yell. Or cry. Or perhaps even hit him.

The pharaoh clenched his fist, awaiting justly his punishment.

          I should never have done that…What was I thinking?! Now how will we ever get along again! He shall never trust me, and I've cursed our whole relationship! Why, why did I do such a thing?! Ra, I am so fooli-

He started; Yugi had taken his arm. When he looked up, he found the face was not angry, and though covered in a bright pink, the boy's fingers grasped Yami's wrist with a gentle squeeze.
He, too, was stuck staring anywhere but his counterpart's eyes.

           "…Yugi?"

            Yugi shook his head, and the tiniest of smiles crept up the corners of his kissed lips. The blush deepened.

            "Pharaoh, I…" He was reading Yami's mind aloud. "It's ok…"

            Yami waited, waited to hear more. He needed more of an explanation than that.
    
            "I," Yugi was pulling himself closer, inch by torturing inch, "I…had no idea you-you thought, felt…"
   
    Yami quickly swallowed to defend himself. "I'm sorry, Yugi! I know it's wrong! Wrong in more ways than I even want to imagine! That's why I never told you. And I shouldn't have just-"

Two fingers were suddenly touching the pharaoh's lips midsentence.

"Yami," This tone was softly commanding. Yami watched the other's eyes start to lower, felt the fingertips trickle over his stumbling mouth. And finally, he found he couldn't bear doing nothing: slowly, his lips moved to give them the slightest of kisses. Yugi smiled a little, and shifted closer.

         More heat crimsoned his cheeks as he looked away. "Really, I promise, I don't mind…"

Yami sucked in an anxious shaking breath. Was that true? And if so...If he could let himself loose, that sweet, yearning groan for release inside him...if he could really unwrap all these emotions…it wouldn't just be a dream this time, and that was a concept he could scarcely pound into his head at a time like this.

When he let his breath go, he did the same to his thoughts; he closed the gap again, this time with a hand firmly along his hikari's jawline, into his hair…as he planted his kiss.

"Yugi," he murmured lowly, lips barely distancing, eyes still closed. "Tell me, do you really mean that?"  

         Anticipation, one last threshold, one last chance for the boy to pull away, and tell him to stop, and speak logical reason into the whole situation. He would never force his feelings on the one he loved, but Ra, for one opportunity so coveted as this…One little affirmative answer, one little word…for once since his escape from the Puzzle; for once since he first laid eyes, first began to share his eternal, destined link with the one who set him free...for once, to show his love. For once, to not be so restrained…

Cautiously, Yugi's hands found their way around the pharaoh's neck. The small fingers nestled into Yami's hair, sending pleasured tingles as messengers down his spine.

"....Yes."

Suddenly, the stone around them shattered to nothing, and left the infinite curtains exposed, the beacons of fire blazing still in their places. The wall torches cracked with power, and contrasted the red with an inner blue flame that swept the room with blinding sparks. Yet both of them knew now, they were not in danger.

Yami heard himself moan with content, and felt his lips press harder as he kissed his aibou again. Now, his movements were no longer rigid. His arms found their strength, and he found himself pushing Yugi into the draped wall behind him. The boy gasped lightly in surprise, but only wrapped his arms tighter around the pharaoh, fingers now tangling up further in his hair.

A desperate hand was run down Yugi's neck to his shoulder, both squeezing it lightly and pushing it back. Troublesome worry still nipped at the back of his mind, but the sheer excitement was too much to restrain him: he parted with Yugi only enough to trace his tongue slowly over the other's lips…around the bottom, into the groove between, over the top... He'd practiced these moves so many times in his head, in different variations, all choreographed in an improvising dance to whatever his mind fancied as he'd dreamed…

To finally be doing it, to finally be there, their bodies mere inches apart as he begged for entrance inside…his mind whirled in the amazement of what was, indeed, this real reality.

Yugi gasped at the warmth, mouth opening in reflex to a gentle bite down on his bottom lip and Yami's longing moan behind it. More thick waves of curtains seemed to slip from their invisible hangers above, and fell like heavy blankets down the walls, cascading around them.

He slipped inside.

        In his blindness, he was pushing Yugi further against the wall, and felt the boy's hands start to pull his face closer in response, one trailing down his neck. Yugi moaned when the pharaoh's hot tongue reached the bottom of his own, then crawled its way up and around, folding in its caresses. However unexpected the notion was before, Yami could tell now that the other probably almost as ripe with desire as he was. Whatever inhibitions or confusions Yugi had about them together, he was surely not showing it. He swore he must have been able to practically hear his own heartbeat through his clothes as he savored the sweet taste inside as his tongue meandered intentionally up and down his hikari's, the heat of the other's physical existence fantastical…

They split apart only enough for both to force in another breath.

"Y-Yami…" Yugi already expired his in one rough whisper.

             The pharaoh panted softly, never opening his eyes more than a sliver. He could not will himself away now, and his lips were on top of the other's in a split moment, his words opening Yugi's mouth again in a rich baritone.

           "Yes, Aibou…"

            His body now completely closed any remaining space between them as he slid his tongue back inside. Yugi was tensing underneath the pressure, his hands jerking down Yami's shoulders until, to the pharaoh's surprise, the little fingers must have worked his coat off. An electric jolt zipped in a circle around the ceiling over them, and sparkled on their faces.

            Yugi was undressing him.

             Yami pulled away enough to throw off the last of his jacket as quickly as he could, the rush inside beginning to make his movements shaky. The taste of Yugi's mouth still remained in his own, but this time, he returned his lips to the boy's ear, nibbling softly. He felt Yugi move his head the other way to assist him, felt Yugi's side muscles tense when he ran a daring hand down the his small waist, under his own matching coat.

           "Now…what was it you wanted to tell me?"

           Yami's low voice crawled sensuously into Yugi's ear, but when the pharaoh opened his eyes, he saw Yugi's barely open, exceptionally overwhelmed.

The younger swallowed. He chuckled, the purple of his drooping eyes in a haze; like he was high, the euphoria of this kind of drug was not one he had anticipated.

"To not stop…"

               The amused glint in those big amethyst eyes shifted in another moment, when Yami caught Yugi looking him up and down, practically tugging the pharaoh's body in with his eyes. Yami blinked, hands on the curtains on either side of the other. It seemed uncharacteristic from what he knew about his light to be so obviously lusting after someone, that someone being himself. Yet he couldn't deny…Yugi looked so gorgeous in the dim reflections of fire, with that inner glimmer of his own fire in his eyes, and even more so when breathing shallowly in response to Yami's own actions put on him.

          The pharaoh smirked. The stone floor beneath them became shimmering gold, intricate patterns plated inside. A wave of pride and confidence had swept over him in addition to his desire…Perhaps this would proe a dangerous combination, considering his strict code of conduct and personal mannerisms he'd set for himself before…

            He shoved the second thoughts away, and pulled Yugi by his jacket, swiping it off in one fluid movement. The heard the boy gasp in surprise, but Yugi was obviously more thanwilling to have the pharaoh do as he pleased…
  
            Yami bit his lip to that idea. Another stronger pulse of excitement, straight through the tips of his limbs.

Before he realized it, he had grabbed Yugi by his signature black collar, a finger through the belt, and pulled the smaller over the couple feet to the bed he himself had been sleeping in only minutes ago. Now, however, it had changed shape, and was much larger, some of the thick sheets from the walls having fallen onto it as well. Adrenaline was his only control now, and it his face tightened, as did his grip. He shoved Yugi backwards onto the bed, watching his small back hit the surface.

           Immediately, he had crawled on top of him.

              Yugi's face flushed as Yami grabbed one of his hands, pinning it high over his head. How many times he'd dreamed of owning the small body, of actually forcing it down before him…So many times he'd been ashamed of his darker fantasies…now they all started to flood back to him in one sweeping wave, one he began to lose himself in as he was pulled harder by its currents.

The gold of the floor glistened bright, white-hot sparks crackling from its surface.

"Ph-pharaoh?"

           Yami opened his eyes again. Seeing Yugi there in front of him, underneath him, frail and submissive… The elder did not reply, only quickly unfastened the boy's collar with his free fingers, too skilled in their work. He ran his desperate hand up his hikari's forehead, pushing his bangs away and craning Yugi's neck back with them so he closed his eyes under the force.

             "Yes, Yugi…I'm here." He traced a finger over his aibou's jaw line, down the side of his exposed neck. He moaned to himself as he got closer, his voice crawling to a dark, shaking whisper.  He bit down on Yugi's lip once more, receiving a shivering gasp for his selfish gift.

"And Ra, you don't know how badly I want you right now…"

           Perhaps Yugi really could feel the pharaoh's pounding heartbeat, or the overpowering shockwave of desire that radiated from the body over him, because his free hand softly touched the small of Yami's back, then glided up further to the foreign territory underneath his shirt. He turned his head, kissing the nape of his new lover's neck.

             "…Then take me."
So, I just figured I'd put my fic on here.
Rest assured, I'm working on a couple (better/real story) ideas. ^^' But just in case someone's bored enough, here's my only one I have officially ready so far.

This is only Chapters 1-3. I have 4 and 5 ready as well, and 6 I'm working on. I'll post them later~

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