Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, just a few OCs.
Warning: Lemon.
Chapter Ten
Solomon led the way through the trees, aware that his hand kept creeping to where he would have kept his deck before he pulled it away. His deck wasn't there, nor did he have a Duel Disk. He had just thought that he had been going to look at the newest exhibit in the museum, but he should have expected otherwise. Anything that involved the former pharaoh, and by default Yugi, was bound to be dangerous. Before he had always been able to count on the extra help of the monsters from his deck. Now he had to depend on his own instincts, which wasn't that hard.
His instincts were just a bit rusty now.
Solomon looked back over his shoulder at Mayati and Akhnamkanon, slowing his pace so they were within talking distance. He wanted to stay as close to Yami's parents as he could, in case they had any insights into this world. Also, he felt that he needed to help him. They looked so lost, even after discovering that their son was still alive, in a fashion.
"Will they be alright?"
He chuckled at the question from Mayati. "They've been in worse trouble before. They can handle themselves."
Mayati nodded, absently brushing her hair out of her eyes, but still looking worried. "They told me some of their…adventures. But it still…"
"Still worries you?" Solomon gave a shaky smile, feeling the same way himself. He trusted Yami to take care of Yugi and vice versa, but he still couldn't curb the instincts that had come with basically raising Yugi himself. Still, he had to trust them, because they were often the only ones who knew how to handle situations. He was the one who sat on the sidelines and offered his advice as they needed it.
"About your grandson," Akhnamkanon spoke up, "who is he to Atem?"
Solomon glanced back at the Egyptian, the look on Akhnamkanon's face saying enough. He had been silent for their journey to the forest and through most of their time within the forest. Plenty of time to think and come to conclusions. Solomon adjusted the way the sack sat over his back before speaking. "Atem is Yugi's friend."
"No." Akhnamkanon seemed to be staring off into the distance. "There is something more there."
The elderly man paused in his walking, brow furrowing as he found he agreed with Akhnamkanon. At first, he had been too distracted by the relief that his grandson was still alright, and then by the various attacks on them. He would have willingly written it off to the spirit of the Puzzle enjoying an experience in a body for the first time in millennia, but there was something off. Even when using Yugi's body, the former pharaoh had been a bit stand-offish. There could be an explanation in the talk about the balance of lights and darks, how they had to stay in contact with each other to remain sane, but Yugi and Yami functioned differently than the others. They were two souls instead of different bits of a person's personality carved up.
He rubbed his hands over his face, his mind unhelpfully supplying images of Yugi and Yami, their behavior beyond the expected norm. Something must have happened before they had all found each other and, while he found that he did not mind it, Yugi could have made a worse choice, although he would have preferred that they told him instead of having him figure it out on his own. Now a confrontation was imminent by the way things were working out.
Solomon shook his head, banishing his worries for the moment. One thing at time; that was how he had survived his archeological career. Priorities first and then he could worry about his grandson's choice in partners. Solomon sighed and absently adjusted his bandana. "I doubt anyone but those two know what their relationship is."
Akhnamkanon cleared his throat, the being his only retort. Solomon looked back, the familiar look of thought on Akhnamkanon's face. Atem was like his father in that respect, they were always trying to analyze a situation before daring to make a move, although the fast pace of duels and danger had shorted the spirit of the Puzzle's deliberation time. The elderly man gave an amused shake of his head before a sobering thought wormed its way in. "Your son will fight if you try and take him back with you."
Akhnamkanon's sure step faltered, Mayati staring at him in shock, her brown eyes widening as she realized the same thing that Solomon had. Solomon was sure that she was going to speak, but Akhnamkanon beat her to it. "It is his right. As a pharaoh he has a place waiting for him."
"He hasn't been a pharaoh for three thousand years." Solomon watched as Akhnamkanon tensed, the man seeming to realize this fact. Solomon gave a small nod. "He won't leave unless there is a good reason to."
Silence fell over them with the announcement, Mayati and Akhnamkanon having to adjust their view, and Solomon sympathized with them. There were times that he would still act as if Yugi was still a child and it took conscious thought at those times to remind himself that Yugi was a young man; that he was able to take care of himself. It was only because they cared so much that they clung to their idealized image of their child and tried so hard to keep it safe. They found the change hard because it meant their job as protector was almost over and, no matter how many times they had cursed their fate, it still scared them. They knew that the world was harsh and frightening, and they could only watch and be supportive as their children tried to make their way in it.
Mayati sighed; breaking the silence and making both Akhnamkanon and Solomon look at her. The woman gave a shaky smile. "Atem can choose for himself, we can only encourage now, no matter how much we want him to come with us."
Solomon held his tongue. He had been sure that the spirit of the Puzzle would eventually leave but then they had come here and he had seen the two interact, had seen how eagerly Yugi had kept in almost constant contact. And, surprisingly enough, Atem was just as eager to return the touches and embraces. There were even hints that there was something more, if Yugi's greeting of Atem after the Shadow Game was any indication. He felt the urge to sigh again, but just settled for shaking his head. If he still wanted to, he could confront Yugi when they found him.
Yugi dragged Yami back into the glen, shuddering before walking over to the nearest tree and closing his eyes. Yugi whimpered as the magic burned through his veins, feeling more of the shadow magic residue that had formed when he and Yami shared a body burn away. He clenched his teeth, trying not to scream at the pain it caused him. He didn't want that residue to go away, it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing when they were taken to the Shadow Realm and it had taken him a while to build up this much resistance to it.
He stumbled back as brambles rose from the ground with roots, tangling together to create a cave of greenery that would keep them hidden from that woman. Yugi sighed, running a hand over his forehead, pulling it away when he felt that sweat had gathered there. He shuddered and walked back over to Yami, who was still unconscious from the ordeal with the killer trees. Yugi knelt down and stroke Yami's forehead, watching as his hand shook.
The battle with that woman must have taken more out of him than he had thought. Of course, he had almost been completely under her control. At least he had broken her control when she started suggesting what he could do to Yami. There was no way he was going to leave the former pharaoh, not after all they had been through and not while Yami was hurt. He ran a shaking hand through his hair as he finally fell to the ground in exhaustion, automatically seeking out Yami's arm to get skin on skin contact again and sighing when he felt energy flow to him.
Yugi blinked after a moment, drawing back with a moan. He couldn't do that to Yami, especially not when the former pharaoh was suffering as much as he was. He buried his head in his arms, sighing deeply before he decided that he would try and sleep this off.
'I wouldn't do that, little light.' Yugi sat back up as that woman's voice came back to his head, clutching his temples as it made his head pound.
"No. Get out!"
'Now, why would I do that?' She laughed, the sound making Yugi shake. 'I want to make sure that you do as I say.'
"You don't have control over me anymore!" Yugi moved away from Yami in case that wasn't true, shuddering as he tried to expel the voice in his head.
'Not true. There is still a little bit of control that I have over you, little light.' Yugi moaned as she announced that, gathering what little power he had left to blast the woman out of his mind. He felt the power rise and then fall completely again. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands, whimpering when he realized that nothing was going to happen.
'Too weak? That's a shame.'
"Shut up!"
'But you don't have to be weak.' Yugi found himself looking over at Yami, suddenly aware of how form fitting Yami's clothes were. He swallowed, catching himself before he could move closer to the former pharaoh.
"I can't. He needs the energy more than I do."
'I doubt that.' Yugi snarled at the voice. He had to get away before he was forced to do something horrible to Yami. Yugi froze as the voice made a soothing sound. 'Now, I would never make you do something horrible.'
"I don't trust you."
'I'm just looking out for your best interests, little light. Don't you want to feel that passion again? That pleasure that only your dark half can give you?' Yugi found himself beginning to breathe heavily with the memories that were coming to the front of his mind, biting back a moan as he remembered his first time with Yami. How the former pharaoh had writhed under him, begged for him…
Yugi blinked, shaking his head to clear it. He shouldn't be thinking about that! Not while Yami was hurt. He couldn't take advantage of Yami like that.
'You did once.'
"No. He said it was alright. He said…"
'You know that he would do anything to make you happy, say anything to make you happy. It wouldn't be taking advantage of him, it would be taking initiative.'
His resistance was weakening, and he knew it. Yugi shook his head frantically, trying to get rid of the images of Yami writhing under him, begging Yugi to take him. The teenager scrambled away from the prone body of his darkness, panting as he tried to fight against the voice in his head. "I would have thought you wouldn't want me to do this. I wouldn't be 'pure' anymore."
'The purity of your soul has nothing to do with sexual experience, but on how you choose to act. His very existence with you will taint you, but not this. Besides, you want this. You crave this, little light.'
"No."
'Yes.' The word came out as a hiss. 'You know what you want to do to him. You want him that badly. It won't hurt to be the one doing the taking for once. And he'll enjoy it. After all, he said it was alright.'
Yugi hated that the woman used his own words against him, hated that she was in his head trying to get him to do that to Yami. He shook his head, pressing his palms against his temples as he concentrated. He just wanted this woman out of his head no matter the consequences. He didn't want to hear her whispering to him, encouraging him.
The burn of his magic returned with a vengeance, feeling like it was boiling his blood in his veins. Yugi gasped at the pure power behind it, feeling the voice in his mind panic as well. That was good; it meant that what he was doing would work. Yugi focused the energy that he was gathering, concentrating on it until he could see straight anymore before letting it loose to blast the voice out of his head, screaming as he did so.
It hurt to have the voice expelled from his head, feeling like the nerves were being stripped away as well, leaving only the most recent thoughts in his mind. The rest of his thoughts and memories were pushed to the side, leaving him with a clear mind. Yugi toppled to the ground, panting for air as his vision returned. Ever so slowly, he was able to see.
Yugi slowly relaxed from his position on the ground, purple eyes glazed for a moment before he blinked. He couldn't remember what he had been talking about, or why he felt so weak and why he had just used his magic. Cautiously, he lowered his hands from his head, curling and uncurling his fingers as he felt them beginning to cramp. As he preformed the small movement, he looked around; swallowing when he saw Yami sprawled out on the ground.
He couldn't remember what he had been doing just before, but he did know that he wanted Yami.
Shivering, Yugi stood up and stumbled over to Yami relieved when he saw Yami twitch, a groan escaping from the former pharaoh. Yugi smiled and reached out to touch Yami, gasping as he fingers made contact with skin. Vaguely he felt Yami stir and gasp himself, but the teenager was too far gone to notice it, the feeling of Yami's skin and the touch of the shadows too much for him. He closed his eyes, head falling back with a moan. It felt so good, easing the burn that had taken over him and slowly allowing his memories to trickle back. Even the slight ache that had come from suddenly being alone in his head was fading.
He opened his eyes, not aware that he had shut them, and lifted his head, smiling at the twitching form of the former pharaoh. Yugi gave a soft coo, his fingers moving in a caress against Yami's cheek, trying to soothe his darkness. Yami thrashed, the violent movement worrying Yugi, but the strength of the shadows around Yami worried him as well.
Had he always been able to feel the shadows this well? But Yami was still suffering from the expenditures the day before. Yugi gave a soft whimper, feeling sorry for Yami. With the loss of energy, the stomach wound and the rough handling by the trees, Yami would be completely miserable. And it was partially his fault. Yugi sighed, scooting closer to the former pharaoh. "Yami, you're suffering because of me again."
"Y-Yugi?" The smaller teenager sighed in relief as Yami opened his eyes, the usually rich baritone voice harsh because of the pressure that had been put on his throat. He gave a cough, trying to clear the rasp from his voice. "What…"
"It's alright, mou hitori no boku, we're safe." He watched Yami sit up, staring at the enclosed space before sinking back down, Yugi reaching out to help him. Yami hissed at the skin on skin contact, giving Yugi a worried glance. The teenager blushed and glanced away. "I figured out how to use my magic, and I used it to send her away. She was in my head."
He gave another whimper, hands falling to the ground and the fierce pulse of light that went off behind his eyes. One hand went up to rest against his forehead, his whole body shaking. He could feel the magic building up again. He could hear the woman's voice in his head again, this time a mere echo of a memory. 'Break him.'
"Aibou?" He looked up as Yami sat up, looking at him with concern. Yugi tired to speak, but just curled up shivering. He heard Yami move, the cold brush of shadows alerting him to the former pharaoh's movement. He gasped as arms wrapped around him, cradling him close as Yami pulled the teenager into his lap. Yugi shuddered in misery, pressing as close as he could to his other. "What have they done to you?"
Yami tipped Yugi's head up, giving the teenager a gentle kiss. Yugi immediately tensed with the contact, his eyes widening as he tried to control himself. But he wanted the shadows badly. He needed Yami.
His self control snapped, his body quivering as he reached up to pull Yami into a deeper, more demanding kiss. He felt Yami try to pull back, not allowing the former pharaoh to move as he slipped his tongue into Yami's mouth. Yugi turned to straddle Yami, pushing the former pharaoh back to the ground as his mind urged him on. 'Yes, yes, yes. Oh gods, yes. More!'
Yami gasped as he was pushed back to the ground, surprised as Yugi continued his frenzied exploration of the former pharaoh's mouth. He had just meant to comfort Yugi, not for it to go to this. He had wanted to stay away, keep away from the painful burning sensation that came from touching Yugi.
The former pharaoh drew in a breath as Yugi pulled away, the oxygen almost immediately exhaled in a breathy scream as Yugi's hand dove under his shirt, lips attacking his neck. Yami writhed under the smaller teen, eyes falling partially shut. The burn still remained, but it was starting to feel good, so good on his skin. He hadn't realized how cold he was until Yugi had started touching him.
Yugi roughly pushed at his shirt, Yami sitting up to help him before throwing the garment to one side, the jacket going with it. He was shoved back to the ground, Yugi holding Yami's hands over his head, the former pharaoh arching with a scream as the burning increased to the point of pain. He thrashed, trying to get out of the hold as something wrapped around his wrists, yanking them down to the ground. Yami blinked and looked up, eyes widening as he stared at the root that was holding him to the ground.
A giggle from Yugi made him look up again, mouth falling open as the small teenager stripped off his jacket a shirt, pausing to rid his neck of the Millennium Puzzle and his collar, before leaning back over Yami, absently running his hand through the former pharaoh's bangs. Yami swallowed, trying to speak when Yugi leaned back down to kiss him, the slight burn on his neck indicating that Yugi was undoing Yami's collar as well.
He gasped into the kiss as Yugi ran a hand down his torso, pausing to skim over one nipple before continuing on. Yami broke the kiss to turn his head to the side, panting for air through clenched teeth. How could something that hurt so much feel so good? He jumped as Yugi tenderly turned his head back to look up at him. "Yami?"
"Aibou…" He was cut off by another kiss, arching as Yugi's hands brushed over his stomach, coming to rest on his pants. Yami tried to pull away from the teenager, stopped by a hand on his chest, the fingers tapping against his skin. Yugi released his mouth to undo his zipper, giving Yami the chance to scream in pain and pleasure. He tugged against the restraint on his wrists, looking down at Yugi as the teenager pulled away, quickly undressing himself before going back to Yami.
The former pharaoh gasped as the cool air hit his erection, only having a moment to process this before something hot engulfed him. Yami screamed again, bucking up into Yugi's mouth. He barely felt Yugi rest his hands on Yami's hips, preventing any more movement from the former pharaoh; all Yami could feel was the warmth that surrounded him and the faint burn that came from it.
He panted for breath in between his screams, slumping back to the ground as Yugi released him, too dazed to notice the smirk that sat on his aibou's face. Yami jumped as Yugi ran a hand down his chest, looking up at the teenager. Yugi leaned back up to kiss the underside of Yami's jaw, the former pharaoh lifting his chin to allow Yugi to do whatever he wanted. He heard Yugi laugh, wincing at the slight pain as Yugi gently nipped him. "I love you, Yami."
Yami made sure to meet Yugi's eyes as he spoke, his gaze keeping Yugi from moving for a moment. "And I you, aibou."
He missed the link even more now, because the words were woefully inadequate. They couldn't contain the depth of feeling that he needed Yugi to hear, that he yearned for Yugi to hear. Then maybe the teenager would understand that he didn't want to leave him. Ever. What did the afterlife have to offer him that Yugi could not?
Yami tensed as a wet finger circled his entrance before pushing in. It was thrust in and out of him, making him squirm against the awkward feeling before another was added, both fingers hitting his prostate on the next thrust. Yami arched and screamed, vaguely hearing Yugi laugh before he felt the burning fingers trail over his ribs. "Is that the spot, Yami?"
His prostate was hit again, encouraging a similar sound of him, the former pharaoh closing his eyes and thrusting back against Yugi's fingers. He heard Yugi laugh again before the fingers were removed.
Yami looked up, moaning at the loss of the fingers, only to have Yugi gently rub his inner thigh. "Patience, Yami."
The former pharaoh was about to retort when he felt something begin to move into him, throwing back his head with a moan of ecstasy that Yugi echoed. The teenager sheathed himself fully in Yami, trembling as he waited for the former pharaoh to adjust. Yami pressed his head against the ground, gritting his teeth at the pain from the penetration and the burn that came from touching Yugi. It was almost too much for him.
Then, Yugi began to move, the duel sensations of pleasure and pain just allowing him to tremble as Yugi continued thrusting into him. His voice quickly became hoarse, the screams now becoming mostly silent. He felt one of Yugi's hands slide behind his neck, leaning down to kiss him. Yami whimpered into the kiss, the sound turning into a raspy moan as Yugi's thrusts began to be aimed at his prostate. Yami felt Yugi's tongue enter his mouth, running over the roof of his mouth before he had to pull away as gasp for air.
"Yugi…"
"I know." Yugi threw back his head with a load moan, the sound sending shivers down Yami's spine as he arched into the thrust, adding his own sound of pleasure. "Gods…you feel so good…"
"A-Aibou!" Yami bucked as his prostate was hit again, so close to release. Yugi reached out to wrap his hand around Yami's member. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut as Yugi began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Yami shuddered as he felt the coil that had built up in his gut finally come undone. He came, screaming Yugi's name.
Yami blinked sleepily as he slumped back to the ground, feeling Yugi give a few more wild thrusts before screaming as he released and collapsed on top of him. The former pharaoh hissed weakly at the burn, sleep starting to take over him as Yugi pushed away, pulling out. Yami gave a weak cough, the dryness in his throat encouraging the motion.
He thought he heard a quiet sound of distress, frowning as he tried to open his eyes and turn his head. Yugi's face appeared in his line of vision, but it was blurry. He tried to reach out to touch his hikari, wincing as the root rubbed his wrists, becoming aware that they were already raw from the harsh treatment. Yami pulled weakly at the root before his trembling arms wouldn't obey his commands and he slumped back to the ground, the move earning what sounded like a choked sob from Yugi.
For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Yugi would react like this, his mind too foggy from the afterglow and the pleasant sensation of being balanced again. He blinked slowly, intending to ask him, but instead finding it too hard to stay awake. Yami just settled with a smile, knowing that Yugi would understand. Just before he fell asleep, he wished that they had the link back, because he wanted more than anything to feel the soothing touch of his aibou's mind.
The woman paced around in a circle in the clear area behind her house, listening to the chatter of her two pets. She seethed internally, walking faster in remembrance of what had happened. She had been so close, both times. The light had been ready to obey her, ready to walk away from that evil influence. But he had been able to shake her control. She had vastly underestimated his attachment to the darker half of himself. And she had also been unprepared for the sheer power that the light had, but she should have know. He was a powerful light, brighter than the others that she had seen. It would be logical to assume that the light would be able to overpower her.
She hissed as a sharp movement disturbed a bruise on her body, a reminder of the time she had been thrown back against a tree. She rolled the sore shoulder, shaking her head. Overpowered and distracted. She resisted the urge to punch something, knowing that it would get her nothing more than more bruises.
She had been unprepared for the light's darker half to be that attractive and, once she had seen him, she couldn't help but touch him. She had never realized how much she missed the darker parts of her mind until then. And she had felt the need to balance herself again. But she had felt a little distracted by the different feel of the light's darkness. It felt cold and ancient, different enough to frighten and excite her. And that had been enough for the light.
The woman shook her head as she put an end to her circular thoughts, settling for leaning back against a tree and rubbing her forehead. Her last battle with the light had given her a headache from being shoved out of his head at a high speed. But she could still feel the slightest bit of a link with the boy, a sign that she hadn't completely failed. That meant that she could have another chance with this. Although, the link was more broken than functioning, just allowed the faint trickle of strong emotions, and only when the boy wasn't focused.
She jumped at a sharp spike in emotion, pushing away from the tree to look around in panic. She hadn't expected that. She shook her head to try and dim the emotion, but the broken link refused to work properly. She stumbled back a few steps, trying to control the pounding in her head, the pain slowly shifting away and leaving the emotion alone. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the emotion, trying to sort it out.
The boy had done something horrible. The woman frowned for a moment before something dawned on her, making her smile. He had done something horrible to his other half. Her whispered words had taken effect after all. Now the two would be split up, if the reaction of the light was anything to go by. Her work was done, except to help the light along, a task that might just result in her herding him over the mountains and into the town where the portal was to return to the real world. Once the boy was out, the darkness would remain behind.
Perhaps, if she worked quickly enough, she could have that beautiful darkness all for her own. She smirked at the thought, fingers twitching at the thought. It had been a while, but…She shook her head sadly. No, the darkness had to be kept away from them. Its beauty was one of its weapons. The woman gave a long sigh before moving to check up on her injured creature. The light would need time to get away from his pain, and that would take him into the mountains, where he would be easy prey.
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