Chapter 4: talking voices
Whatever anesthetizer it was they used on him, it was giving Yugi a terrible headache. So pressing actually, that he first thought he was being crushed by a rock upon awakening. A stench of sewing water tinkered through his nostrils that made him want to vomit, but he swallowed it down instead. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as being awoken by the fresh air of sea-water, but he appreciated being on solid ground again. Not that Yugi was easily seasick, but spending a few hours lying down on a boat took its toll.
He carefully opened his eyes, only seeing a dim colour of mocha brown that seemed to be the ceiling. The throbbing pain in his head made him reach for it, massaging his scalp to ease the pain. Other then that there was little yet he saw, though he didn't try to push himself either. He woke up after a full ten minutes, growing weary of his environment.
As if his weight had tripled, Yugi pushed himself from the bed to have a look at his surroundings, view still blurry but sharp enough to understand where he was seated in. It appeared to be a defiled apartment, puny that is, the bed in the living-room and the only separate room most probably the bathroom. It was filthy and decaying, dark spots of mould covering around cracks in the walls and wallpaper curling down. On the floor were several objects scattered such as clothes, towels and even trash. Nothing appealing about this apartment whatsoever, but probably the best-fitting hideout there was.
Yugi heaved on his feet, taking his time to get his legs adjusted. By the feels of things, he had been out for a pretty long time. Actually, now that he was awake, he realized how sore and hungry he was. Yet he didn't have time to worry about that. He needed a way out of here, and he was lucky enough to be alone and untied, so this might be his only chance. He looked around, first skimming through the stuff he could find to perhaps have an idea of who it belonged to. Other than plain-looking clothes and leftovers of tv-dinner, nothing gave away what he was dealing with. Then he went for the doors and windows. One door opened to the small bathroom that smelled of sewers even stronger, the other was closed and probably led to the hall. Yugi tried opening it, but to no avail. Then he went for the windows. Outside iron bars protected the windows so even if he broke them, there was still no way he could climb out of here. And yelling wasn't an option either, they were on at least the twentieth floor.
Yugi looked around outside the window, recognizing some of the language and guessed it was probably Chinese, so it meant they had crossed the border. This ultimately meant that Yami had successfully kidnapped him out of the country and that there was no way for him to safely return to Japan now anymore. This particular realization snapped Yugi, ultimately freaking him out.
Beginning to bang loudly on the door, yelling and screaming for someone, anyone to save him out of this nightmare, he couldn't control his tears anymore. He was desperate for an escape and afraid that he might never get another shot after this one. But the louder he yelled and the harder he smashed, his faith grew more weary. No one was coming, no one heard, Yugi was all alone, and he would die soon.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Yugi allowed himself to slide down against the door, weeping by the door while rocking himself back and forth. There was no escape for him anymore, and he understood that now more than ever. His life was officially over. It briefly reminded him of prison, which was ironic since he had only gotten out of it one week ago. Was his life doomed to experience only restriction? Did he deserve any of this? A poor, grimaced smile crossed Yugi's features. Was this how Karma worked? Then it truly was a bitch.
Yugi couldn't guess how long he had spent just sitting aimlessly on the floor, soothing himself with his arms, until he heard life across the door. Instead of beginning to slam on door to let the bypasser know he was imprisoned like he would've done a few hours ago, he did the exact opposite. The idea of being in a country of a language he did not master, and knew no one at all, frightened him. He didn't know who he was dealing with opposite from the wall, so instead he ran on his toes and hid himself behind the couch, peeking his head from behind it to have a closer look at the possible intruder.
When Yugi heard the rumbling of a key turning in its lock, he briefly pulled away his gaze but turned it to the door once more, his curiosity getting the better of him. It was followed by several other locks being opened, and it made Yugi anxious to wonder which one would be last. After the sixth, the hassling stopped, and the door creaked open, just enough to let the person who had unlocked it glide in without giving anyone who might walk by giving the chance to take a sneak inside.
Yugi flinched his head against the couch, looking at the ceiling with a pained expression. He hadn't seen much from the intruder but he had seen enough to know who he was. He'd recognize that familiar-looking hair anywhere.
Yami took his time to settle, taking off his jacket and dropping it on the floor, grabbing some stuff and putting in on the counter. His motions were slow and worn as he walked himself to the kitchen at which Yugi gasped. If Yami would turn around, he'd see Yugi behind the couch, and his life would be over.
His heart aggressively pounding in his chest, Yugi was having a hard time holding in his breath. He couldn't allow himself to make the smallest sound that would alert his presence as Yami was searching for water in the fridge and pouring himself a glass. He watched as the man not so casually picked up a glass that had already been standing there, obviously filthy, but using it nonetheless.
Yugi felt those devil's eyes on him, and his heart stopped beating, shutting his eyes closed tightly to brace himself. But as briefly as they had lingered on his hiding form, they had already left. Keeping his eyes closed for a few more minutes, Yugi was astonished to suddenly hear the talking of a soap series on the tv.
Phased, Yugi stood up and turned around, locking his violet eyes on the man whom was sitting in the couch behind him, skimming through multiple channels of a language he probably didn't understand. The boy's mouth dropped open, not understanding any of this charade. Why would anyone kidnap you if all they did was ignore you? And was he really eating left-over take-outs that looked awfully stale and perhaps even expired while watching life-style television?
Yugi didn't really know what to do for an entire hour. He just stood there, in the middle of the living-room, waiting, trying to attract as little attention as possible. And yet the more he moved, the louder he seemed to breathe, Yami never flinched. Wouldn't even share a glimpse with him. He seemed completely engrossed over a soap series of which he wouldn't understand a word, barely blinking his eyes like a dog watching his owner eat and waiting for him to drop something on the ground.
Instead of hiding in a corner and begging for mercy, begging for his life, Yugi did the opposite. He walked over to his kidnapper and took a seat across from him, in an armchair, watching the man closely. Even now, at this very moment, Yami had taken the leisure to rearrange his food so he could eat it with the pattern he was used to. And yet, even after Yugi had taken a seat beside him, Yami seemed too mesmerized by the television. Not once had he acknowledged Yugi, and dare the kid say that it perhaps bothered him?
Looking at the television screen, it was what looked like a ridiculously overdone game show where contestants had to climb on top of a slippery towers dressed in overalls covered in oil. Several slow-motions about failed attempts at which the players slid back to their starting ground were replayed over and over again, and Yugi watched it intently. The show was retarded, and yet Yami seemed to be entertained by it. Not that he was laughing or anything, but rather captivated by the simplicity of it. His crimson eyes had turned large while watching the screen, not shifting once from it.
Yugi found this alluring. As much as he feared this man, Yami looked so vulnerable in the state he was in now. Like a child seeing an animated show for the first time in his life, watching in awe.
When Yugi's stomach churned for attention, warning his owner that he was in desperate need for nourishment, Yugi winced at the sound. He quickly reached for his stomach as if it would diminish the sounds and froze when he felt Yami's eyes on him. Not daring to make eye-contact, he held his head low in fear for what was to come. When nothing came, Yugi carefully mustered to raise his head and, without intention, locked eyes with his captor, making him suck in his breath.
The serial-killer stared intensely back in those spellbinding amethyst eyes without saying a word, feeling awfully calm that is even if he hadn't felt like that in a while. Usually, he felt like a demon was sitting on his back all of the time panting in his neck. But now he just felt... serene.
Washing the oddity of these emotions quickly away, Yami stood up and walked passed his captive whom shrieked at the sudden movement and covered his head with his arms. The jacket he had dropped on the floor just moments ago he put back on while he reached for the keys in his pocket. Walking out of the door, he slammed it shut before Yugi could ask where he was going. Locking one after the other to ensure his captive's lodging, stealthily moving back out of the apartment complex.
Yugi stood at the door with dubious tears waiting to spill in his eyes, confused by nothing and everything at the same time. He had yelled for Yami to not leave him alone in this place, but had never received an answer. His trembling eyes groping at nothing but the suffocating air that agitated around him rested on the now closed door, seeking comfort in the wooden frame. There was nothing he could do, no one he could reach, and the thought frightened him. What did Yami want with him? Why was he here in the first place if it didn't look like Yami had any painful intentions planned for him in the first place?
Yugi cried hysterically for the second time that day. He slammed the door over and over again in frustration rather than a source of freedom. Spending another good time tiring himself out while doing so, he finally collapsed on the floor and immediately after fell into a deep, troublesome sleep.
To be completely honest, Yugi was growing rather sick of waking up and not knowing what was happening around him. This time however, it was by the smell of inviting food, and it invited him to leave his dreamland in order to quench his hunger. The churning of his stomach returned aggressively and it was so loud and absorbing that Yugi could not fight his urge to sleep over it.
As his eyes shut open, in front of him stood a carton box of take-away food, and without second guessing the boy leaped from his resting-place to eagerly devour whatever food he was giving. It tasted greasy but it wasn't that bad, just largely heavy for someone whom hadn't eaten anything in two whole days.
While working his way through his noodles, Yugi noticed he had been lying on the bed again, although he was quite certain he had fallen asleep on the floor. Still munching on the pasta, his eyes scanned for anything out of the ordinary in the meek little room and noticed how Yami was back on the couch again, half-asleep but still half-conscious by the way he frowned his face and murmured in his sleep. He seemed to be in some sort of bad nightmare because he was twitching as well... This explained why Yugi always heard someone mumbling at night during his stay in prison.
Deciding not to push his luck, Yugi finished his food head-on before thinking of what to do next. He had to think carefully before trying anything at all.
Yami had returned and he was sleeping, this in itself was an advantage for Yugi. Perhaps he could search for the keys and get himself out of here? But then there was the chance that Yami was a light sleeper (which wouldn't surprise Yugi at all judging by what he saw) and that he would catch him. Then what? Would he kill him for trying to escape? Should he instead try to search for a phone or a way to access internet? Why had the man bothered to buy him food and put him back to bed again anyway?
Yugi grimaced, unable to find an answer to any of his problems. Whatever he was about to do next, it was going to backfire on him. He'd be better of spending his time taking care of himself to regain his energy before wasting it again.
There was a glass of water resting on the coffee-table near Yami, and it made Yugi realize how incredibly thirsty he was. He gulped audibly, considering if he really needed to risk waking the murdered for the mere sake of hydration, trying not to think of how long it had been since he had drunk anything at all. Just a drop of water wouldn't hurt, right? It's not like he was doing anything wrong by it?
The boy took his chance, stealthily sliding off the bed and tiptoeing to the coffee-table. As the glass of water was increasing in size while Yugi gained distance with it, he realized he was growing inconsiderate and impatient. He became painfully aware of how thirsty he really was and the glass was too inviting not to reach for. His trembling hands reached for the glassware, eyes concentrating on it, breath increasing rapidly, grabbing it with one swift move.
Yugi winced. Yami's hand painfully gripped around the smaller man's wrist and dug his nails in the flawless porcelain skin, nearly breaking through it. Feeling the pressure on his wrist being increased, he dropped the glassware on the floor where it fell with a loud thumb, the cool liquid running out of it and immediately absorbed by the carpeted floor. He dared not to look up, afraid of what he would see if he did. He bit his underlip in an attempt to suppress his cries but failed miserably, unable to hide the visual fear he displayed so obviously. Yami yanked the arm loose with a push, making Yugi fall on his knees.
Yugi trembled, vocally releasing a disturbed cry that could only be interpreted as the release of built-up stress. It was difficult for him to cope with all the tension and fear and he was slowly starting to lose his grip on his emotions. The young man sobbed on the floor while Yami walked passed him without sharing a word, leaving the boy on the floor in his misery. Yugi writhed together like an infant, wrapping his arms around his knees and trying to stop himself from crying any further. The expanse of the situation was getting to him. Evey time he worked himself up so thoroughly, afraid of what was to happen when he did something wrong, but not once had Yami reacted to it. And every time he feared for his life, but it was never in jeopardy. He felt like a trained dog afraid of a beating every time he wronged a trick, and it drove him crazy.
Yugi sniffled between his knees, feeling awfully tired even if he had slept for hours. Preferably he just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up from this nightmare, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He was stuck here with a wanted serial-killer, probably for the rest of his life if this lunatic felt like keeping him around long enough. Basically anything that were to happen from now on for the rest of his life was by Yami's hands, and Yugi would suffer undergoing everything of it. Even if it meant torture, violence, perhaps even rape. Or maybe he had other things in mind for him. Maybe he would kill him steadily by starvation, or perhaps electrocute him with an instant death and then mutilate his body. Maybe he would use him as blackmail for money or as a prostitute.
His head jerked when he felt something cold press against the bare skin of his arm. He shrieked and titled his head, looking at a fresh glass of cold water being held by his captor Yugi frowned, not understanding what was going on and not trusting the situation either. As he looked at the man, he only saw the side of his tanned face looking away as if avoiding his gaze. He pushed the glass closer towards him when not being accepted, slight annoyance showing on his face, so Yugi decided to accept it nonetheless to avoid an argument.
Once the glass was offered, Yami stood back up and returned to the couch, letting his eyes wander to anything and nothing in particular that held his fascination for the briefest of moments, as long as he didn't have to look at the boy anymore. He had been startled by his sudden appearance, that was all. It had never been his intention to frighten him so much. And as much as he held a slight grudge towards the boy, he held a weak spot for him too, but it was still too fragile and incomprehensible for Yami to fully accept it. The feelings frightened him to no end, making him unsure about the entire position he was in and add more pressure to his already deprived mind. The voices in his head grew louder every time he got closer to the boy, that was why he tried hard to avoid his presence. But whatever it was that he did, the voices kept calling to him. They were screaming in his ear "kill, kill, kill already! Do it already, why haven't you done it yet?! Why don't you kill? Just kill!"
After bottoming the glass of water, Yugi shrieked at the sudden moan of distress that Yami released. He looked over at the man but it didn't look like he had fallen asleep again. It sounded more like he was in pain, but Yugi couldn't comprehend how. Watching as Yami's hands became frantic, the murderer searched for something on the floor that was in a bag, looking desperate to find it. With every object that he held which wasn't the one he was looking for, he grew more impatient and aggressive. Soon, he was throwing every junk he could muster across the room until he finally found what he was looking for and tore it out of the wrapping.
Yugi just watched with idle eyes, observing Yami's movements. He had never been in contact with drugs in his life, but he still knew what it looked like. Of that he had seen enough in movies and series. By the look of things, Yami had done this before. His procedure of liquidizing the powder in a spoon by holding a lighter below it and then injecting it in his body was done neatly and fluently, dare he say even professionally like a doctor. Yami groaned at the intrusion of the warm substance injected in his body, immediately doing his job once entering his veins and taking control over his mind. The man fell back on the couch, defeated, a poor excuse of a smile on his face that Yugi had never witnessed before.
This was perhaps his best chance to escape... and yet Yugi sat still on the floor, unable to tear his eyes away from the smiling murderer. His crimson eyes shone with amusement that made Yugi's heart swell. He looked... alluring in the state he was in. So ecstatic and playful with a hint of pride. There was something about this which attracted him by incomprehensible measures, and it drew him forward to the man. Yami was funny to watch when high, looking up in awe at the younger man before him, drinking in the sight. There wasn't the slightest sign of hostility when Yugi reached forward and waved his hand in front of his face to check if he was still aware of his environment, just pure kittenish behaviour as Yami reached for the hand in front of his face, trying to catch it, failing a few times that is, but once locked not letting go.
Yugi smiled as Yami seemed satisfied to have caught his hand, but abolished it when remembering how he had ended up here in the first place. Perhaps now was the time he could talk some sense into Yami, seeing as he usually wasn't the most articulate man.
"What... what do you want with me?" Yugi asked carefully, keeping eye-contact with his captor, or at the very least trying since Yami's interest was of very brief span. Yami reacted with a sheepish grin, looking away and fondling his fingers over every digit Yugi had.
"Why am I here?" he tried again, to no avail of course. The serial-killer was obviously too far off to respond to anything at all. Yugi mentally sighed but decided to let it slip, wanting to return to bed to catch some more wanted sleep, but was halted by Yami's hand still holding onto his.
"Shhht..." he whispered, letting his head hang low, "they... they're gone," he whispered some more. Yugi quirked an eye-brow and decided to take a seat next to him. He wasn't going to get out of Yami's grasp any time soon anyway. What did he mean, they? Was this a job he was doing for someone else? And if so, who would want to get rid of him? Yugi didn't have any enemies, nothing added up.
"Who?" Yugi asked.
Yami never responded, instead he ticked with the fingers of his free hand against his temple and then literally dropped in a deep, undisturbed sleep.
"Dinner's ready," Yugi briefed while stirring in the pot. Behind him he heard his captor approach the dining table and take a seat while waiting for Yugi to bring over the pots and pans. Yugi enjoyed this part of the day, it briefly reminded him of a normal situation at home, only without the hostage-situation and a mad person unable to communicate whatsoever.
Two weeks, that's how long he had been sharing that stuffy apartment with this, this psychopath. Two weeks of absolute insanity and a man driving him crazy with his inalterable patterns. Yami was like a child with a very heavy case of ASD, but only worse seeing as he was a full-grown man. Aside from his odd eating-habits, his repetitive template of spending the day was nerve-wrecking to watch. He did every puny detail the exact same way day and day out. It went as far as drinking the same amount of water every day, which was two bottles of water till the last drop. Yugi made the mistake once of pouring himself a glass from Yami's bottle and the man freaked, toppling over the table and then barging out of the apartment to get himself some much-needed heroin to subdue his overly emotional responses. Yugi had never tried anything like that again until tonight, that's why he was a bit scared to put down dinner on the table.
Yami had treated him fine in those two weeks. After five days of tv-dinner Yugi had started writing down shopping lists with ingredients for Yami to buy while going to the mall. The serial-killer had said nothing of it and had come home with the ingredients that had been written on the list, although he had been awfully curious the first evening while Yugi had been busy preparing dinner. If in a normal situation, Yugi had almost found it endearing. In so many ways he would remind him of a child, peeking over Yugi's shoulder to observe how Yugi rolled his onigiri-triangles, finding it engrossing to watch. Yugi would smile at the peak of interest on the man's behalf and asked him if he wanted to help, but Yami wouldn't of course. He never said anything to be honest. He would occasionally point at things to express himself or explain to Yugi where he was going, but that was about the end of it.
The odd thing about the situation was, every day, after dinner and after 'tv-time', Yami would always take his shot of heroin, were he in a bad or good mood. Sometimes it was a bit more greedy than other times, but in those sixteen days of having stayed here, there had only been two when Yami had skipped his daily dose. Once having taken it, Yami would fall asleep on Yugi's shoulder without saying a word, as if the drug was an excuse for him to make physical contact that he had never needed before. Yugi would almost gamble his life to guess that Yami had never really felt like this towards anyone at all. He was very stern about accidental brushes of skin-contact and avoided it by any chance, and whenever their was even the slightest intimate moment shared on television (even a kiss!) Yami would always skip to the next channel as not to witness any of the despicable display. Unfortunate, Yugi thought. If it weren't for his urge to kill, Yami would've attracted quite the interest, at least Yugi couldn't argue about the fact that the man was drop-dead gorgeous (which is highly ironic). It wouldn't be the first time the man would walk out of the bathroom completely naked, not even covered with a towel, and just resumed his seat in the couch to watch whatever was on tv that moment. Yugi would try hard at those moment to hide his blush and stop eying the man so obviously, but a sun-kissed skin like that with such a muscular body and waterdrops dripping down his back was quite the show.
So no, he wasn't really sure about his plan for tonight and had no idea of the possible outcome, didn't even understand why he bothered trying anyway, and seriously considered drawing back now that he still had the chance, but it was too late. Yami was growing impatient, so Yugi reached for the frying pan and dumped it on the table, trying hard to ignore the dumb-struck reaction on Yami's face when he placed the neatly wrapped dough-packages on his plate along with some dipping-sauce. He sat down robotically, serving himself some as well and immediately began eating as if everything was not out of the ordinary. Unfortunately for him, Yami did not.
The man just stared at the plate in front of him. Then he looked up to eye Yugi and look back at his food.
"It's called gyoza, like Americans called it dumplings..."
Yeah, that wasn't exactly what Yami wanted to hear. He could care less what it was called, he was more concerned how he was supposed to eat it.
Yugi was surprised to see that Yami picked up his chopsticks at began poking the food somewhat curiously, having feared that by now the table would've been flipped over again. Yami gently split the dough in two to investigate what was inside. This is the part that made him most probably snap, seeing as he could not separate his vegetables from his meat and, ultimately, yank him out of his autistic pattern.
As the plate was smacked against the wall, shattering to pieces while the carefully crafted gyoza followed to the ground as well, Yugi jumped. Yami stood up from his seat, the chair toppling over by his hazy maneuvers, he began pulling his own hair and scratching his skin like he always does when on edge. Yugi had seen the habit many times before, but never this desperate. The serial-killer seemed overly worked-up by the meaningless display and could not settle it down. He made an odd, wailing sound when he panicked about how to deal with the stress that had enabled this situation. Dropping himself on the ground, Yugi ran over to him while Yami seized for a needle and a bag of drugs but accidentally dropped it because of the tremor in his hands, making him moan a painful cry.
"Shht, shht it's okay, don't, okay? You don't -" and Yugi pulled the needle out of Yami's hands who wasn't the least bit cooperative but determined to calm down his captor. He still didn't understand why he bothered though. "- need this. Just calm down, listen to my voice. Calm down. Shhht."
The hushing had little effect however. Yami sobbed desperate cries as he was in need to silence the loud voices in his head. They always seemed to yell louder whenever his was in distress, this time no different. Seizing for his medicines, he could only reach for Yugi's back and instead clung on to the first point of security he could find. Yugi returned the awkward hug by rubbing Yami's back soothingly, still keeping the drugs out of his reach while subduing his temper.
"I – I can help," Yugi said and cupped Yami's face in his hands, trying to reach for his attention which was by now far off but tried nonetheless. "I can help you calm down." His voice wasn't confident at all, but it seemed to draw Yami's attention for now. The man calmed down, looking back at the boy's violet eyes with a pained expression. He was troubled Yugi could tell, and he didn't know why but he didn't like seeing Yami this way. That's why he wanted to help... perhaps Yami could conquer his darkest thoughts by different means than just drugs, if Yami would let him.
"Will you – will you let me?" Brushing his cheek against the older man's, Yugi waited for Yami to give him permission before taking his next move. He hadn't planned for this to happen, but the thought of Yami having to reach for drugs again just to ease his conscience was biting Yugi. Dear lord, he wanted to help this man! The man who had kidnapped him and had locked him up in this shitty, disgusting apartment but had never laid a finger on him once, had even fed him and offered him a bed while he rested on the couch so respectfully! And this was how Yugi was going to help him?!
Feeling how Yami nodded in response, still unsure about the situation but willing to take the risk, he gave his approval of Yugi's offer and awaited his maneuvers, unbeknown of what would happen. He shuddered when Yugi slowly glided his hands across Yami's bare arms, unfamiliar with the intimate contact but quickly adjusted to it. If he would perhaps allow himself to, he might find the stroking soothing. However, he found it strange and confusing.
Yugi continued hushing Yami, whispering while sliding his hands around the man's back, rubbing it in circling patterns that would calm him down. He felt the muscles in Yami's back retreat considerably and that made him happy, it meant he was getting somewhere. Upon sliding his hands underneath Yami's shirt, the restrain in the muscles returned and a whimper escaped the man's lips but Yugi ignored it, instead continuing his circular motions on the bare back to relax it once again. This seemed to work as well, because after a few minutes the muscles softened again.
Shifting his weight to his knees, Yugi leaned forward and told Yami to lie down by gently pushing on his chest. The man obliged silently and lied down on the carpeted floor, trying to digest whatever it was that he was feeling and making his heart pound so fast. He felt like he was on fire, but not necessarily painful for that matter, just really warm and excited.
With every new step, every new shift in Yugi's hands, Yami stiffened at the new touch at first but bit away the uneasiness in favour of exploring his newly-acquainted emotions. As much as he hated breaking routine, he was also awfully curious once it came down to it. He swallowed at the touch of the boy's lips kissing his neck and travelling south to place more chaste kisses on his chest. Yugi had taken the leisure of lifting his shirt which provided even more tingling sensations by the touch of his lips on bare skin. Every kiss lingered for a moment, pressing hard on his skin and a bit sticky from the sweat transpiring due to building tension. Yami was breathing heavily, his eyes rolling back in his head while one hand dug in the carpeted floor to hang onto something. He felt too hot, like he was going to explode any moment, and he didn't understand why.
Yugi continued his excursion downwards, kissing right around Yami's navel and just above his belt, fondling the clothing accessory with valour until his hands were stopped in the process. He looked up to see Yami had reached for his wrists to halt their movements, his face shiny from sweat and brows crooked in a troubled glance.
Yugi understood that he was frightened. This was probably as far as the man's sexual experience went, judging by his innocence and fear. What he didn't know was that Yami didn't so much fear the act rather than whatever emotions it bestowed upon him. Feeling drawn to someone so intimately, now that scared the living shit out of him.
"I'll go slow," he whispered and intertwined his hand with Yami's as a means of offering him his assurance. "Let me try and... if you don't like it I'll stop." Glaring at those crimson eyes, however troubled Yami may be, it convinced him enough to conquer his fears and let the boy do as he pleased. Even if the experience was scaring him and even if he had never been this intimate with anyone ever before, he would give it a try.
Yugi unzipped the belt and started working on the buttons, his hands trembling for obvious reasons that he tried hard to suppress. Of course he was afraid how Yami would react, the man was mentally insane! He was incredibly difficult to predict and reacted so unstable that Yugi didn't know what to expect. What if it freaked him out and he killed him? What if he found it amazing and demanded it from him every day? Wait, what was he doing again?
The younger man swallowed hard, trying to wash away his doubts while they still lingered in his head. Instead, he tugged down the pants and the older man's underwear came off with it, exposing Yami to his full nudity of manliness. Yugi gulped at the throbbing erection in front of his nose, almost feeling the heat radiating from the organ. He had not expected Yami to be this big, especially since the man wasn't much taller than him.
Yami felt the lingering of Yugi's eyes on his form and shied away, reaching forward to cover himself with his hands, waking Yugi out of his stupor. The boy seized for the hands and pushed them apart, still holding on to one of them while his free hand stroked over the man's inner thigh. A long, awkward moan escaped Yami's lips with a sound that Yugi could barely register belonged to him. Yami was clearly uncomfortable by his exposure and crawling back on his consent.
Yugi felt he had to move fast if he wanted Yami to convince continuing their exploration. Diving down, he softly kissed the older man's inner thighs and licked it gently, earning purr after purr from his captor by the unfamiliar touches. Carefully, he slid his fingers over the erect manhood, startling the serial-killer for a moment, gently brushing the shaft and balls, considerate to not immediately go for the tip. He knew as well as any men this was the most sensitive part and perhaps too much to bare for Yami at once, seeing as he was already estranged enough by the sensations. As he heard approving noises, Yugi continued by slipping his tongue over the base, earning a more thorough grasp from Yami's hand still holding his. He found the acknowledgment pleasant and squeezed it back to earn another silent moan from his captor. It seemed Yugi's method of releasing Yami of his stress was working, because the man began losing himself in the moment.
Yami was in another world for a moment. He was sweating profoundly over a sensation he had never discovered before and was curious to find out more. Even if he found the tingling touches demanding and perhaps even constraining, there was something mesmerizing about them too that he wanted to understand. Why did he feel like this, and why had he never felt it before? Why was it just this young man who had this strange effect on him? He wanted to find out. So he bit his own tongue to silence himself from any more embarrassing sounds when the boy's tongue flicked over the tip of his erection, playfully licking him clean from prior precum. The smaller one continued by taking the entire shaft in his mouth, sucking it tenderly before flowing in a repetitive motion. The warm, tingling sensations went straight to Yami's head and made him bury his free hand in Yugi's hair. Looking up from his lying position, he found the sight of the younger man taking in all of him awfully fascinating and erotic to watch. But as much as he wanted to continue watching the display, the vibrations were simply too much for him to handle as he toppled back his head in utter satisfaction.
Yugi realized he was getting close to the climax, and began sucking the organ with as much valour as he could muster, hoping for release from his captor. The hurried friction added more heat to the already exploding experience Yami was facing, a heat he could not control anymore. This was getting too much, the bubbled up feelings going south, the boiling of his blood, the burning in his lower abdomen, it was driving him crazy. He was getting scared, why was the burning getting worse? Why did it feel like he was going to die any moment? He had to stop this, he had to!
Yanking on the boy's hair, Yugi eeped when pulled away from his performance. He searched for Yami's eyes and saw they had turned more blood-shed than the colour they already were, with a look that could kill instantly. The man pushed him off, scraping himself off the floor and jerked for the needle and heroin Yugi had so skillfully hidden under the couch. With his trousers still on his knees, he jumped to the bed to provide distance between each other and almost hectically began preparing himself a shot.
Yugi looked up from the floor, a bit dazzled by the sudden movements and unaware of what had just happened, when he saw Yami on the bed prodding the needle in his vein. The man made a freeing moan once the liquid entered his blood-system and he dropped on the bed with a wicked grin on his face and eyes wide open. He was fine now, he was far away again and no one was there to bother him, not even the voices. He would remain here for a few more hours until reality would kick him right back, but at least he was safe for now.
Sighing a defeated sigh, Yugi got up and strolled toward the bed, taking a seat next to Yami's trembling form whom had crawled in fetus-position and instantly seized for Yugi's hazy form in his delirious state. Yugi eased him by brushing the man's hair with his fingers and stroking his cheek. His attempt of relaxing the man via other means than drugs had failed, but maybe Yugi had gotten further than he had expected. Yami had allowed him to touch him intimately and had exposed himself physically, so not everything was in vain. Yugi could even call himself blessed, seeing as he had been the only one to have ever done that to him before, only... Yugi didn't know that.
They remained like that for a long time, just breathing, living, day-dreaming together, Yugi in a healthier way than Yami obviously. The younger one continued his soothing by petting the serial-killer like a cat in deep sleep, his body having created a natural rhythm of stroking that responded automatically. Yami enjoyed the touches, they made him feel lighter and perhaps even more sane, but it could also be the side-effects from the drugs. At any rate, he felt more comfortable than he had ever felt before with someone, and he savoured every second of it. Hands so elegant and soft didn't appear out of nowhere every day.
It was only after two hours or so, when Yami had slightly composed from the narcotic but still in a state of vagueness and blur, that he began mewling like an actual cat and responding to the strokes. As much as Yugi found the sudden shift in behaviour odd, he couldn't lie when he thought it was somewhat cute to watch too. He just had to forget that this was the man who had kidnapped him.
He purred and rolled in his half-sleeping state, lifting his head to coax Yugi into further petting, and became much more vocal than Yugi had ever heard. You can imagine his surprise when Yami suddenly yanked his hands towards his private parts.
Yugi huffed, but didn't pull away. Instead, he waited for Yami to tell him what to do, at which Yami led the hand over his sex and urged it to play with him, unmistakably sensitive to the touches by the many sounds he produced. One Yugi started doing what Yami wanted, Yami let go of the hand and closed his eyes, moaning well into the craving and seeming less ashamed by them. Yugi frowned slightly, unsure if what he was doing was the right thing at all, but Yami seemed so pleased that he simply could not bring himself to stop. Instead, he stroked the genital until it was enticed enough to go erect again in only seconds. Yugi had to focus himself on helping Yami with his arousal instead of being so distracted by the seize of his length, remembering himself that he had seen it only moments ago and shouldn't act so surprised anymore. But he couldn't help it, and now that Yami was still high on meds, he didn't notice Yugi's staring either, which provided him with a first-row seat to the stage. Truly, Yami was tempting to watch while losing himself so carelessly in his sexual pleasure, especially now that all brakes had been set loose and Yugi didn't have to hold back anymore. He pumped the organ hard, absorbing every sound, every stir that Yami made while being played so easily, getting aroused himself. Yet he ignored those thoughts and focused his attention fully on pleasuring his captor, trying hard to make him reach for his peak.
Only a minute later, after a very brief masturbation session but apparently enough, Yami spurted out his seamen and came all over Yugi's hands, on his stomach and partially on the bed. His breath was ragged and short, moaning out all of his pent-up frustrations from the many years of abstinence, experiencing what an orgasm was like for the first time in his life. Even a small laugh escaped his lips while panting in the afterglow, eyes shimmering with such emotion that Yugi was enchanted by them. Yami truly looked happy in this moment, and even if that was perhaps a bit strange Yugi could only think of how beautiful he looked in his disheveled form, taken aback by what pleasure sex could bring forth. The older man's hands gripped for Yugi's somewhat frantically, trying to hold on to it but seemingly failing. There was a grin on his face that reminded Yugi of a drunken fool, but adorable nonetheless. Yami's eyes drooped close in fatigue, slowly giving into it and crawling deeper in the bed, ignoring the stains of sperm for now. Yugi smiled softly, blessing the man with a kiss on his temple before nestling himself beside his captor, wrapping his arms and legs around his back to spoon him in a loving embrace.