Title: The Blood of A Rose
Pairing: Yami x Yuugi [Puzzleshipping]
Rated: T [lime]
Summary: Roses, in this AU have blood, *points to title*, but roses are a delicacy reserved for the Shadow King, [Yami], and many do not know of them. Each Shadow King is allowed one personal servant, [Yuugi], whom is expected to fulfill whatever tasks the King requests, including that of a feeding, [less intense and less draining vampire experience].
Also, people are classed by blood colour, black being the second highest, [that of the Shadow King], and white is the highest, [that of the Undefined {a creature that is a holder of a pure soul and maintains special abilities}]
A/N: Don't mind the whole summary, all you need to remember is up to "Also". The whole thing is just there in case I decide to expand it later. ^.^'
Disclaimer: I do not, by any means, own Yu-Gi-Oh!. I just think their characters look cute together, so I ship it.
"Did you know that a rose can bleed?" Yami asked, gracefully fingering the crimson rose he held. His eyes trailed up and down the rose, running a finger along the soft petals.
"Though this rose is coloured crimson, it bleeds a blood coloured white," he continued, lifting the rose and allowing his eyes to drift closed. He inhales the sweet scent of the flower, only to disappear.
"Tell me," Yami whispered. Yuugi gasped at the sudden presence behind him, at the hot breath on his ear.
"What colour do you bleed?"
Yuugi tensed, unsure of his words, and not sure if he should answer. Yami walked a slow circle around the boy as he spoke.
"Would it flourish the colour of green? Does your blood run cold with the colour of blue? Is it as mine, coloured black by eternal shadows? Or, " he stopped in front of Yuugi, tilting his chin, to gaze down into his amethyst eyes, seemingly searching their vast depths.
"Would you bleed white, my delicate rose?"
Yami leant down, crushing his lips against Yuugi's, eyes sliding closed once more. Yuugi's eyes widened in surprise before they, too, fell shut.
'W-What—? What is he doing? Why is he kissing me? Why...am I kissing back? There's no way—It must be a request. He...couldn't...'
His thoughts were cut off when he felt a tongue lick across the sealed line of his lips, asking an unspoken question. They shyly parted, giving Yami access to the hot, moist cavern.
'He tastes...better than...I had anticipated...I can't...find the words to describe it...I...may not...be able to...maintain control... ' Yami thought, panting even in his mind, and running his tongue along the roof of Yuugi's mouth, eliciting a sweet moan.
Pausing his exploration, Yami focused on the other muscle in the cavern, attempting to tease it into play. After a little effort, Yuugi's tongue tentatively touched his, then fervently pushing against his when a jolt flew through them, and deepening the kiss even further.
Soon, the need to breathe forced them apart. Yami slowly dropped his forehead against Yuugi's, their eyes still closed.
"Is it possible...for love to bleed as a rose does?"
Yuugi slowly opened his eyes only to meet Yami's.
"No," he breathed, "because love...pure, unadulterated love...cannot feel pain, cannot be broken. Love...has no blood to spill.
"But...love...it has the ability to break others, to cause others to bleed. It hurts," Yuugi said quietly, eyes still locked with the colour of blood. Yami brought a hand up to his cheek in a soft caress, thumbing away the tears starting to spill over.
"It hurts, Yami, " Yuugi repeated, voice cracking, and the tears forming a clear path down his cheeks, falling onto the tender hand. Yami needed no more incentive, and drew Yuugi up to him to kiss him once more. Yami's hands threaded into the tri-coloured hair, grasping and tangling his fingers into the silky tresses. Yuugi's arms snaked up to wrap around Yami's neck, the latter wrapping his arms around the former's waist. Their chests smashed together, each trying to get close, as close as they could. The kiss was just as heated as the last, yet filled with nothing but love and the passion.
Dim sunlight streamed into the room, creating the silhouette of what seemed to be a pair of lovers saying hello after a long time away. The two broke away only to reconnect, again and again. The final rays of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, giving way to the moon.
Picking him up, (bridal style, of course), Yami led Yuugi over to the bed, lying him down. Crawling in next to him, he wound his arms around Yuugi's waist, pulling him partially on top of him. With his head lying on Yami's chest, Yuugi listened to the slow heartbeat underneath him, rising and falling with the rhythmic breathing.
"I love you, my rose," Yami whispered, nearly inaudible.
"I love you, my King," Yuugi whispered back.
In the comfort of one another's arms, the King and the servant lay asleep, forgetting reality for this one night.