I chased Yami for about half an hour before I finally caught up with him, although I suspect that he simply grew bored and *allowed* me to catch him. Seeing him ducking inside an old warehouse a few yards ahead of me, I slowed until I was walking the final few steps towards the door, my boots making as little noise as possible on the crisp grime covering the ground. The large steel door was partway open, an impenetrable blackness the only thing I could see through the gap. I noted idly that the lock had been shattered to open the doorway.
Despite having an inkling combined with lustful hope of what was going to happen now, I still entered cautiously. Yami's unpredictable right now, his powers on a rampage through his body barely within his control as the transition from a spirit of good to a spirit of the downright demonic completes itself. He isn't thinking straight, and I'm not one hundred percent sure what I helped to unleash, if it even is still Yami. I presumed –and I'll continue to do so- that Yami's character, his essence had simply altered but he is still essentially the same creature as before. His mind will work in the same way and he'll undoubtedly continue his obsession with games and settling all disputes through them, only now he'll have fewer moral limitations, littler guilt and less compassion. He'll be bloody unstoppable. But that's what I believe, and not what is necessarily true. Only time will tell if I'm right.
But for now, I'm happy to have the duty of keeping an eye on this new potential-bomb, indulging some of the new feelings and desires that he's undoubtedly feeling more than a little confused about. I was left in wonder after my first blood-filled rage. The first time I killed, I was left with a kind of euphoria that left me dazed for days as well as returning to the place where it happened to go over it, to try and recapture that feeling. I understand why beings such as myself must always 'return to the scene of the crime', and I also understand why the most memorable and grotesque murders are those of desire rather than necessity.
It was only a phase for me though and now I toy with my prey rather than just off and killing it. I don't kill for pleasure anymore. There are far better things to do, like tormenting life without actually ending it. Yes, it's cruel, but I find myself justified in that at the time I'm pushed to that level of cruelty by outside sources, and that it's in my nature. A bear mauling a camper is, in some respects, an act of cruelty, but it's in the beast's nature to protect its territory, hunt for food, guard it's mate and so on. I have no mate to protect, no need to hunt and no territory aside from my own personal space, but I do have my nature and desires.
And that's what's driving Yami now, and it's going to drain him spectacularly after a while. He's going to sleep for a long time after this initial rush is over. It's harder to wield Shadow Magic in this realm, and the amounts that have already been expended for his physical changes and the damage he's done whilst running here are substantial. It's not unusual for this sort of emotional and magical high though. I'll just have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't wreck his body by pushing it past its limits. See my *immense* displeasure at the attention I'm going to have to give him.
Finally stepping into the inky blackness, I pause for a moment in consideration before shutting the door behind me. If Yami had wanted light he would have arranged some. The beam that had formerly been leaking into here was just an invitation to me, one that I've now RSPVed and taken up. It was there long enough to see that this warehouse isn't empty; there are huge crates that could house cars scattered about with narrow walkways between. I didn't catch a glimpse of Yami in the light though.
My breathing is deafening to me as I slowly start to walk, my hands outstretched and probing for obstacles. I keep looking around all the time for a flicker of something as I move between the wooden boxes, a disorientating feeling as it all appears the same as having my eyes shut. It's like being dumped into deep, dark water and losing track of which way is up. At least you can follow the bubbles in that scenario. I'm running on instinct here.
I wander blindly for several minutes, surprising myself by not losing my patience during that time. Intrigue and a sense of anticipation alleviate all boredom and I don't feel intimidated by the dark so I could stay in here for hours without a problem. My patience is rewarded though before it comes to that, hands skimming my sides as the owner's arms loop around my waist, tightening before pulling me back down a side-passageway that I hadn't realized was there.
I let myself be pulled until we reach an area encased by crates, the Puzzle hanging from its chain from a nail on one of them and giving off a soft glow. Sensing the Item, the Ring brightens with it, pointers directing me towards something that is already within my vision. At least Yami and I can see it each other now, although with his temporarily heightened senses he could probably see me easily in the pitch dark.
I've had my back to him the entire time so far, and it's not until I am turned and pressed against the crate opposite to the one that the Puzzle hangs from do I lay eyes on Yami. By Ra in this light he's mesmerising; dark, buzzing with energy and lust and completely fixated with me. I give no sign of surprise when he crushes his mouth against mine without warning, expressing something that I doubt he's never felt to this extent before; never this powerfully.
Yugi's small in stature which makes him delicate, breakable and of little real pleasure to someone who wants it rough. I on the other hand… Pain is just another sensation. It is only because of conditioning that we have come to register it as a negative one. Not *all* pain is a warning of damage to the body, and once that has been fully and truthfully realised, pain becomes a form of pleasure. I enjoy inflicting it and I sure as hell enjoy receiving it to a certain extent. I wouldn't hack off one of my own limbs for a giggle though; that's real damage and that's the kind of pain that is bad. Little nips and hard scratches are something entirely different. They're worth relishing.
I decide to make this point to Yami. Working my hands up beneath his top whilst he continues his exploration of my mouth, I turn my fingers rigid and drag my nails quickly and firmly down his ribs, sweeping my hands behind his back and doing it again across his shoulder blades immediately afterwards. He pulls his mouth from mine with a gasp, eyes going wide before closing as he just enjoys it, a breathless grin spreading his lips. I love seeing him like this and so repeat the action, first down his sides and then up across his back. He groans at that, a deep stuttering sound that makes me shiver, more so when the need to respond sends his mouth to my throat, snapping at my flesh.
I'm finding this incredibly satisfying. I don't think I love him, I'm not even sure there's the potential for that profound a feeling. Heck, I don't know if love *exists*. I chased him here out of lust for the most part as well as general obsession. Right now I'm enjoying the doing as well as the being done-to. I want him to enjoy this too. What does that mean? From the state we're both in I don't think either of us are in any condition to contemplate that. Perhaps in the afterglow when my mind is languid and oddly clear. Think then, act now.
I'm not happy with the insignificant amount of flesh I can rake so I grab the top of the material I'm working against and pull it hard from behind. It tears easily and Yami's back is entirely exposed, the wrecked clothing hanging off over his arms that are still tight against my own body. I thought for a second that I'd overwhelmed him when he broke free of me and took several steps back, not breaking eye contact the entire time. I realised what was going on when he picked up the staple-gun from the floor, striding back towards me with intent.
I let him lift my arms up and staple the sleeves of my jacket to the crate so that I'm spread-eagle and practically at his mercy. Throwing the gun aside and sending it skittering into the deep shadows the line the soft light the Puzzle gives out, Yami grabs the collar of both my jacket and under-shirt and in one violent movement tears them open. I half expected cold-air to rush me but it's obviously too hot around us for that.
Lifting the Ring up from about my neck, he stretches up to put it on top of the crate above my head. Then, smiling and bringing his chin closer to his throat as he watches me with wide, dark eyes, Yami arranges his hands so that they mimic how mine were a minute ago, dragging them down my chest, up again and back around my sides in smooth, rapid motions. I shudder and buck against my holdings at the action, the sensations almost overwhelming. I've never been the submissive one in anything so this is new to me, but being restrained this way is… exciting. I'm loving this. I'm at Yami's mercy and it's a wickedly wonderful feeling.
Yami certainly wants me to suffer, dropping his left arm whilst his other hand reaches up to touch my face. Chest-to-chest, I feel us breathing heavily against each other through that contact as well as from lips that hover over my own, just out of my reach. And then the dropped hand makes its presence known, claw-like fingers dragging excruciatingly hard up the inside of my inner right leg. I've never felt anything like this before and it's making my vision fall out of focus. The flesh in my hands and face has started to tingle from the feel of it, repeated torturously on my other leg before returning to the first. I'm glad I'm being held up because my knees are too uncooperative right now to hold my own weight. The fact that Yami is a millimetre from kissing me again -and is not- isn't helping.
Finally he follows through though and I almost sigh at it, *almost* as I'm putting all my strength and willpower into freeing my arms. I don't want them to be pinned down anymore. I want to grab, to claw and dominate. Sex is often a form of power-struggle, at least in my experience, and I want to struggle with Yami. I want to push my power and aggression against his, relish the battle and see who wins. I don't give a damn about the outcome; it's the battle that's the fun part.
Yami picks up on my struggles and seems to deem it time to really get this show on the road, reaching out his own arms so that we mirror each other and closing each of his hands about my wrists. I can't see how he's strong enough to free me like this; I'm in a better position for it and I haven't been successful. I'm proven wrong when he pulls at me hard, the deceptively strong material of my clothing tearing away and freeing me. His face didn't even change when he displayed that strength, still on his little power trip. This is going to be fun.
Snapping my wrists out of his grasp, I bring my hands up and clamp them on his shoulders, sweeping a shaky leg behind and against his and down both of us. It dissolves into something of a wrestling match then, writhing and squirming against each other to gain the upper hand. Manipulating his body by hooking my leg through his, I manage to get Yami onto his back and me straddling his waist, shifting when I see a flicker of 'bad' pain on his face meaning that I was a bit too far down his body for comfort.
Taking the time to divest us both of footwear and the wrecked clothes covering my back, I find myself staring at Yami intently, seeing the reflection of myself flushed in his eyes. We both know what's going to happen now. Should I say something? We haven't spoken to each other since he ran off and left me to chase him down; made plenty of noise but no actual words. I'm not feeling uncomfortable about it; it just seems that one of us should say something.
Suddenly the borderline frenzied look in Yami's eyes ebbs a little and a warm smile graces him. He's not going to say anything either, the mutuality in that making it easy for both on us. I've fallen still for too long apparently as he jerks his entire body to the side, managing to get me off balance long enough to switch out positions. Now I'm beneath him.
This is the most we've slowed down, but care is needed now and something fairly important in happening so we should have some awareness and consideration. That doesn't mean that we're not both completely divested of clothing within a remarkably short space of time though. Now we're at the breaking point, the part of this practice that decides the experience as a whole. Too rough and it's practically rape, too gentle and it might mean too much for something this fresh, this young. Yami's in charge though so I can only hope that his turbulent mind allows him at least enough clarity to make the right move.
I'll admit to feeling nervous when he makes absolutely no move to even try and prepare me, simply nudging my thighs apart with his knee before kneeling between them. One hand cups the back of my head, his fingers tight in my hair as his forehead rests against my chest. Even in the weak light I can see that every muscle in his back is tensed, and as I close my eyes to prepare myself for the inevitable pain of entry I can feel his forehead warming against my skin. Magic crackles around us briefly before focusing between us, and within me. It's impossible to describe that feeling or strange, unnatural and yet incredible openness. I'd never even considered using Shadow Magic in this way, but it lets Yami move in one swift stroke.
I jerk at the suddenness of it, my back arching as my new lover pulls me almost desperately to him. Neither of us have ever felt anything like this before; this sense of ease and rightness. There's not any pain when Yami relinquishes the power he's used, just a general feeling of connection. I'm loath to use the ever clichéd word 'fullness', but it applies too.
All sense of warmth and tenderness evaporates now that the barrier has been broken, hard thrusts driving away all thought and reason leaving pure feeling in its wake. Emptied of the irritancies of logic and speculation, sensation is truly overwhelming, especially when Yami spares me a thought that wasn't needed and reaches between us to drive me even harder, something that threatens to destroy me.
My release comes moments before Yami's, both of us fairly silent as we can only grasp onto each other fiercely. It seems an eternity before we have both stopped shuddering, chests heaving and every nerve tingling in the aftermath. Because of our difference in height and our current positions, I have to lean up and forward to kiss him again after a few minutes when I have the strength for the action. I'm not too sure why I wanted to. It was a 'thank you' in some respects I believe, an expression of mutual desire or some bollocks like that in another. I don't know. I'm not in any shape to think at the moment.
Pulling out of me with a generous amount of care, Yami all but collapses against my side showing all the signs of contentment. This period of exhaustion will likely be brief for him; he'll be up and buzzing around in no time. But I'm happy with us just like this for the moment. Shifting a little so that I'm on my side facing him, I drape one arm over his side and let him pillow his head on my free arm. Yami holds me as well, fingers resting on the angry welts his nails have left that still burn deliciously.
His breathing pauses as if he's going to speak, and although I can't see his face, I'll bet that his mouth's opened as well. He seems to change his mind though, exhaling smoothly as he nuzzles his face into my chest and falls still again. I wait until I hear his breathing even out before closing my own eyes against the dim light. I'll be chasing him again soon and this moment will be over and gone. I don't know what this'll mean to him in a few days and I'll need a few hours of pondering before I can figure that out for myself. But now's not the time. For now I'll just enjoy the moment, and we'll see where we go from there.
****End****
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