A/N: Beware the lemon. Beware the possibility of the upcoming ending. Forgive me for what I am about to do.

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Chapter 12: No Thief is He, nor I a Thievish Spirit

"O blind cupidity, O wrath insane, that spurs us onward so in our short life, and in the eternal then so badly steeps us!"
Canto XII, from Dante's Inferno

His lips crash against my hard and rough, but I have had enough of waiting. The article from a few days ago is the last straw. Everybody says it's crap. That she had no right to publish that. The Captain says she's in big trouble. Says I should have kept my mouth shut, but he's going to fry that reporter's ass and- ah! His teeth graze my neck. God, he feels so good. His hands run all over my chest. We abandoned our clothes forever and ever ago. Left them on the floor. I forget which room we're in. It doesn't matter. He whispers I want you I need you I have to have you into my neck and I nod. I want him need him have to have him, too.

I always have.

But a part of me doesn't want to lose control. A part of me is suddenly freaking out in the back of my mind. I don't want to feel powerless, I don't want to feel like I'm losing. I need to breathe. I need to move. I stop him. Smile. And roll us over. "Yugi-" I shush him and slide my tongue in his mouth. I don't know why, but tonight I want this. I want to be in control. For a minute, it looks like he'll fight me for it. But he resigns himself. I don't know how this works, so I let my insticts and his hands guide me. Maybe he knows why I want to do this. I think he does. He covers my fingers with something sticky and slippery. I know what to do. I carefully probe and prep him and his moans and hisses as I do. I don't know why I'm doing this. Why I've surrendered to him like this. Only to regain my own bit of control in this world of mine where everything is spinning in a thousand directions. I pull out. He coats my erect member with the same substance and guides my hips. I push in.

It is unlike anything I have felt before. So tight and hto and warm and loose and everything all at the same time. I gasp and push in and out. In and out. He moans and moves underneath me, digging his nails into my skin. Aibou Yugi Hikari ah! His words echo in my mind. I want him to be quiet, though. I need quiet. I only want to hear breathing. So I kiss him. Stop him from talking.

We continue like this until I feel the pressure inside me build and build until finally I release at the same time he does.

And it feels so wonderful.

Perfection.

Love.

We fall asleep wrapped around one another.

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When I wake up, he's not there. It's nine in the morning. I get dressed and go downstairs. Grandpa is making coffee. "Where's Yami?"

"He went to the store for me. I need chicken." He smiles and hands me a cup of coffee. "How are you?"

"Fine. You read that article?" He nods. "It's such bullshit."

"Language, young man." I sigh and look around the kitchen. It feels different today. Must be the sex. I yawn and add sugar to my coffee. Cream. "You have too big of a sweet tooth" I shrug and add more sugar. Ignoring his disapproval. He's right, but it doesn't matter. I go upstairs after a while and fall back asleep. I don't know why I'm so tired. I wake up and go into Yami's room.

"Grandpa? Is Yami still not back?"

"No. I tried to call him. Must have gotten distracted." I bite my lip. Something doesn't feel right. Something feels very wrong. Very very wrong.

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It is now five o'clock. This is wrong. I've called him a thousand times. Something is wrong.

Wrong wrong wrong wrong.

Jesus where is he? I call the Captain. He tells me I should call him with real emergencies. Not missing boyfriends. Well. He can go fuck himself I guess. Why doesn't he care? Dammit, Yami. Where the hell are you? I'm freaking out in my head, trying to remain calm. I look around and I can't really figure any of this out. I know what's going on, deep down. I know you've been taken. I pull out the information Kaiba gave me, but there's nothing here. Everything is so inconsistant. All these people who turned on their duel disks and then turned them off. I shake my head.

And then I notice something.

Bread. The smell of baking bread.

The red door.

The smell of baking bread.

The bakery. God, the only bakery in Domino City that operates out of a warehouse. I went there as a kid on a field trip. But it shut down a few years later. But the smell lingers all over the block, they say. That someone comes in and bakes something every once in a while. Thought it was a ghost but it turns out it was the original owner, going in once a month and baking things. Why the hell would it smell that way. I sit down on the floor of Yami's room. And I remember something.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"This used to be a bakery, didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't. You're not baking are you?"

"Yeah. They got mixes and everything in here. How about a classic French loaf? Hmm?"

"Can we just kill her already? God, I'm getting sick of this."

"Hey kid, you like bread?" I moan and roll over. It hurts. Hurts so much. Rebecca's eyes are filled with fear. It's okay I mouth to her. She smiles.

The man turns on one of the ovens. The smell of baking bread fills the room.

The smell of bread.

I look at the map. Kaiba Corp owns that entire block. They've had plans to demolish that block for months. Make way for Kaiba's new game palace or whatever. I don't even know. Don't even care. I just know someone's been using it while Kaiba Corp's been waiting. I have to tell him. Have to let him know. That's where Yami is I know it.

"Kaiba, it's Yugi. Answer your phone. Someone has Yami at that bakery you own. It's the same people who got Mokuba. If you want to help, meet me there." I hang up. I'm in my car, racing to the old bakery. I drive down an alley and stop.

A red door.

Covered in graffiti.

The smell of baking bread isn't there.

But he is. I know it.

I open the door and see a familiar figure. "Yami!" He doesn't move. God, please, don't let him be dead.

He's still.

Still as stone.

But he's breathing. Bleeding, but breathing. I smile and kiss his forehead. "Mou hitori no boku..." How long has it been since I said those words? How long has it been? I can't cry, it seems. I can't. I know he's alive and that's all that matters. "Come on. Wake up. Let's go home, okay?" I try to haul him up, but he's just dead weight in my arms. A figure stands in the doorway, blocking the light. "Kaiba?"

"You called. I came right over."

"Thank God you're here." He nods and trys to help me with Yami. I don't know why, but I feel safer now. We head toward the doorway. But something is wrong. Kaiba isn't holding Yami up anymore. My darker half slips from my shoulders.

And Kaiba smiles.

A strange, almost insane smile.

And then I know.

"You."

His foot collides with my chest and I go flying. Yami falls to the ground as I scramble to get up.

"Thanks for playing the game Yugi. Ready for the finale?"