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Pharaoh's Spirit
CHAPTER SIX: ROCK AND ROLL HEARTS
(Rated X Chapter…This is your warning kiddies who want to skip it!)
"I'm sure it's nothing. The brat will be gone once that loser Yami gets what he wants."
Seto Kaiba waved Mia off, growling deep in his throat. It didn't matter who that little punk with Yami was, no one was allowed to touch Yami that way but him. He was the only one who could control Yami's emotions, make him his own. If Yami could learn to love he would no longer be the empty shell that Kaiba had created. And that was something he just couldn't have.
"No, this Yugi kid is different." Kaiba lowered himself into a soft chair that sat behind a large desk. "Yami told him what happened. He never tells anyone that unless he truly cares for them."
Mia flopped down in a chair across from Kaiba. She flipped a strand of her long blond hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. Twirling her hair around her index finger, she pointed the other at Kaiba.
"Do you want me to sick Marik on the kid?" The sarcasm was not hidden in her voice. "I'm sure he could take him easily."
"Shut it." Kaiba growled. "You know I have no interest in the kid. I want Yami, and grabbing that little punk might be what I need to get to the real prize."
Mia's eyes grew wide. A kidnapping? With ransom? What on earth was Kaiba thinking?! Something like this was dangerous and could defiantly wind them in jail for the long haul. And she didn't want anything to do with that.
"Kaiba don't think of it!" She snapped, jumping up from her seat. "You can't do anything to that kid. You'll wind someone's bitch for ten to fifteen."
Kaiba turned a crystal blue gaze on his fellow gang member. She returned the glare, waiting for what she knew was coming. Right on cue, Kaiba redirected his gaze.
"Leave me alone." He grumbled, absently fiddling with the silver ankh around his neck. "I need time by myself to think."
"You mean plan." Mia murmured as she left Kaiba alone in his "office."
Nothing good could come of what Kaiba was lolling around in his head. Straightening her skirt and fixing the silver ankh that hung from a chain around her belly, Mia walked past Bakura, Marik, and Honda. Bakura raised his head, brushing the white hair out of his eyes. Noticing the determined gait in Mia's retreat, he knew something was wrong. Jumping to his feet, he chased after her.
"What's wrong with you?" He joked, coming up beside her. "Things not go your way with Kaiba?"
"Worse." She growled, picking up her pace and hoping to lose the other. "Kaiba's planning something big for that kid Yugi. I don't know what, but I can assure you its not going to be a good thing."
Bakura drew back, shocked yet strangely interested. He grabbed Mia's arm to stop his only explanation from getting away.
"What are you talking about?" He asked ears perked in curiosity. "What does Kaiba want to do to that runt, same thing he did to Yami?"
Mia rolled her eyes and pushed past Bakura. She had to warn one of those whinny Pharaoh's Spirit's brats about the danger that was headed their way. As much as she hated that group of wannabe delinquents, she hated seeing an innocent thrown into the mix or a person being broken.
"No." She snarled. "He wants to use the punk to get Yami. Kaiba's still head over heels about fucking that gang leader. It gives him some form of thrill that nothing else can even come close to."
"Really?" Bakura chuckled. "Then those two better watch their backs because Kaiba always gets what he wants."
Mia whirled on Bakura, grabbing him by the ankh that hung around his neck. She pulled him close, her lavender orbs staring hard into his chocolate ones.
"Kaiba will not get either of them." She hissed. "This has already gotten out of hand. Yugi doesn't deserve to get caught up in this and Yami's life is fucked up beyond repair. We have to stop Kaiba from going off the deep end. And I do mean we."
She shoved Bakura away from her and stalked off. He stood there for a few seconds, blinking numbly. As soon as the blond was out of sight, a thin smile pulled at his lips. So Kaiba was planning something big. This was something he needed to be a part of.
Turning, he stormed back towards their leader's sitting room. Just before he reached the door an arm snapped out in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. Bakura followed the arm up to meet Marik's questioning face. And over his shoulder stood Honda.
"Why are you about to bust into Kaiba's room looking so, well, pissed?" Marik taunted him.
"Because Mia just let something interesting slip." Bakura answered his friend. "Kaiba's planning on using that runt you saw the other day to get Yami again."
Marik's eyes widened as he took a step back. Slowly, the evil look that Bakura knew would come crossed his features. He rubbed his hands together in a predatory manner.
"So what are we standing out here for?" He asked. "We've got a runt to hunt."
"We have to wait for the order." Bakura shrugged, leaning up against the wall near Kaiba's door. He looked at Marik and mouthed the numbers.
3…2…1
As soon as he hit Kaiba's voice bellowed from the other room.
"Marik! Bakura! Honda!"
The three of them grinned and almost trampled each other while trying to run into the room. They stopped in front of Kaiba's desk and further mocked him by saluting him. The gang leader growled deep in his throat.
"Knock it off you fuckers." He snarled. "I've got a job for you."
Bakura felt the familiar tension build up in him that he felt every time Kaiba gave them a job. He leaned forward, waiting for his orders.
"I want you to grab that kid Yugi." Kaiba demanded. "Use what ever means possible, but don't kill him. But get rid of anyone that stands in your way. Except Yami. I want that one alive too."
"So you want us to grab both those rejects?" Honda asked, rubbing the back of his head and looking too much like an ape.
"No." Kaiba snapped. "Just the little one. I want Yami to come on his own. It's so much easier to control him that way."
The three of them needed no more of an explanation. With a evil grin, Bakura pulled a dagger out of his pocket and waved it at the door.
"Let's go." He laughed. "In the words of an eternal loser, it's time to hunt a runt."
Honda and Marik whooped as the three of them ran out the door. Suddenly Marik paused and glared at Bakura.
"Hey!" He shouted, chasing his fellow gang member. "I am not a loser!"
~*~
Yugi was grinning to himself as he slipped through the door of the warehouse. That day had been the best day he'd had at school in as long as he could remember. All his old bullies had backed away from him, left him alone. There was even a talk rolling around that he had become a member of the gang. He never thought he could be happy having people being physically afraid of him. But he'd been proven very wrong.
The warehouse was empty that day. Not that Yugi minded. If Yami was here he thought that some time alone would be great. Stepping softly into the main room he heard the soft thump of a radio on somewhere.
Yugi crept towards the door he knew as Yami's. The music was louder here and a smile spread across his face. He knew that Yami was on the other side of the thin wood barrier. He raised his hand to knock on the door but was stopped when the door was flung open and he found himself staring into the barrel of Yami's hand gun. Drawing in a startled breath, Yugi stumbled back a step.
The hard mask of fear and anger evaporated from Yami's face when he saw just who he had scared. He had known when he heard the footsteps that it wasn't any of his gang members because the entrance had been quiet, almost sneaky. Fears had rushed through him and he couldn't help the defenses he had put up. But now he felt horrible.
"Fuck Yugi." He gasped, clicking the safety on his gun and tossed it behind him on the bed. "I'm sorry! I thought you were…someone else."
He dropped to his knees and pulled the trembling teen close. Yugi gave him a shaky smile and pushed the fear back down, locking it away. He pulled back away from Yami to look him in the eyes. His crimson orbs were slowly filtering away the last of his own fear. Yugi suddenly felt guilty. He knew everything that Yami had been through in his life and he had scared him this way.
"No." Yugi murmured, raising a hand to stroke the gang leader's cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been snooping around."
Yami tensed slightly under Yugi's touch before slowly easing and leaning into it. He couldn't believe he was allowing anyone to touch him this way. After the way he had been tainted, he figured the only kind of person that would allow themselves to dirtied by him would be the kind that sold their bodies on the street.
But Yugi wasn't like that. He was an angel, a beautiful innocent. Yami sighed and turned his head to kiss Yugi's palm. Suddenly that wasn't enough. He reached out and pulled Yugi close, his lips crashing on the little one's lips. Yugi moaned and opened his mouth allowing Yami's tongue to duel with his own. After a few smoldering seconds, Yugi's tongue won and he dipped it inside the moist warmth of Yami's mouth. Yami moaned deep in his throat before pulling away from his little love.
"I think we should consider that acceptance of the apologies." Yugi murmured.
Yami chuckled, as he rose to his feet. Grabbing Yugi's hand, he led them into his room. Yugi looked around him. It was the first time he was in Yami's room and not being worried about his health. Thinking of that he turned to Yami.
"How's your shoulder?" He asked softly.
Yami's shrugged but wasn't able to fight the wince. He chuckled lightly, picking up his gun and placing it on the radio that was still pumping out soft melodies.
"It hurts." He answered. "But I've had worse. Much worse."
Yugi shuddered thinking of what Yami could mean. He could only imagine the knife wounds, gun shot wounds or worse that Yami had endured over the time. Gang members certainly had a tough life.
"I'm sorry." He apologized a lot. "If I hadn't distracted you that night you'd be okay."
"Think nothing of it." Yami smiled running his finger over the tons of CD cases that lined the shelves in his room. "If it weren't for you I would have killed that snake and probably be in jail at the moment. So I probably owe you for that one."
Yugi grinned as he jumped up and sat on Yami's bed. Some blood still stained the sheets from a couple night's ago. He shuddered remembering the way Yami had screamed when Jou had pulled the dagger out. It was a sound that he was sure would haunt his memories.
Desperate to forget about that night Yugi turned his attention on the radio. The song that filtered out was one he didn't recognize. An acoustic guitar plucked out an eerie melody that drove its way deep into his soul. He found himself falling in love with the haunting sound. Making his way over to the radio, he turned it up a bit more.
"Hey Yami," He asked the gang leader who was occupying himself with his CD collection. "Who's this?"
Yami smiled and pulled a couple CDs off the self. He sauntered over to the radio and placed them down, picking up another CD case, handing it to Yugi. Yugi looked at the cover and saw a desert landscape with a long-horned cattle skull centered in it. The skull had a painting on its forehead and feather's trailing down from one of the horns. Above it, written what appeared to be Native American style font, were the words The Eagles. Yugi's face scrunched up.
"Who are The Eagles?" He asked, placing the CD case back down.
"A southern rock band." Yami chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I told you the other night that your music collection needed to be updated. You need a rock and roll kick start. And I've got just the band."
Yami opened the CD player and pulled out the Eagles CD. He flipped open another case and placed the silvery disk in the stereo. Turning up the radio he allowed the music to blast out. Yugi jumped, shocked by the drastic sound change. Electric guitars roared through the room accompanied by a thumping bass and drums. A voice screeched and then lowered to sing along with the wailing instruments.
Though different, Yugi found this song equally alluring. He turned a large grin on Yami who was smiling back. Bobbing his head to the music, Yami dropped to his knees beside Yugi, the action making him a few inches shorter then the normally smaller teen.
"This, my friend, is one of the most important bands ever to hit the rock scene." He had to yell over the volume. "Their name is Aerosmith. That is a name you must remember next time you're at the music store."
Yugi grinned. The music drove deep into his brain, the rhythm and words hitting a chord deep inside him. A need burned bright and he wrapped his arms around Yami in a fierce hug, pressing his lips firmly on the gang leader's.
Yami let out a tiny gasp. Shock ran through him, triggering fear. His instincts kicked in, pushing him back away from the smaller teen. When reality came back to him he found himself sitting on the floor, a shocked Yugi still standing by the blasting radio. Hurt shown brightly in his purple orbs.
"Y-Yami?" He whispered in a quiet voice.
Yami opened his mouth to speak but found no words. What was wrong with him. Every time he looked at Yugi his heart swelled. But the minute the little one raised his hand to touch him, he freaked. It was like every time someone touched him in a loving way he felt Kaiba's hands on his body, his lips bruising his skin.
He leapt to his feet, tears burning his crimson orbs. Through the misty curtain, Yami stumbled over and collapsed on his bed. His weight crashed down on his shoulder drawing a scream from him that soon fading into sobs.
Everyone was right, he was pathetic! He'd never leave a normal life, not if he still couldn't get over that night. And now he was hurting someone who actually stopped and took time to be with him, give his heart to him. Another sob racked through him, tearing his own heart to shreds. He knew once he was done showing his weakness that he would look up to Yugi gone. The thought brought on a whole new batch of tears that burned as rolled out of his eyes.
The bed suddenly shifted, accommodating another's weight. His whole body tightened, preparing for a much unwanted contact. But instead, a light hand rested on his shoulder. He jerked slightly, but then calmed down.
"Yami?" Yugi's voice was light, but the hurt was still evident in it. "Please Yami, tell me what's wrong? Why did you push away like that?"
Yami raised his tear stained face up to meet Yugi's questioning purple eyes. He whimpered slightly, before mustering up the little courage he could to talk.
"I-I think I love you." He whispered. "But every time-every time you touch me I feel Kaiba's hands all over again. I-I just can't get over it. I don't mean to hurt you but I-I-I'm just too weak!"
Yami collapsed against Yugi's chest, his tears dampening the youth's shirt. Yugi's eyes widened before softening. Making sure to move incredibly slowly, he placed a hand on Yami's cheek he directed the gang leader's gaze to his own. Yami tensed at first but then gave in. His usually strong crimson eyes were tired and watery.
"Yami, you are not weak." He ordered, trying to keep his voice soft enough as not to intimidate him into his shell. "If you were weak you would have given up long ago and we wouldn't be having this conversation.
"And I love you too." He placed his other hand on Yami's other cheek. "And we'll take this slow. All you have to do is know that I'm not Kaiba and I would never hurt you. We'll start at the beginning and let you slowly grow accustomed to things."
"How are we going to do that?" Yami murmured softly.
"Like this."
Yugi slowly pressed his lips to Yami's. Yami gasped, but didn't pull back. He had kissed Yugi before. The only reason he freaked before was because Yugi had basically turned on him.
Yugi's tongue danced across his lips, asking Yami to let him in. The gang leader groaned, opening his mouth to the invasion. The youth dipped into his mouth, going slow at first, testing him. But Yami didn't push him away or worse, tense and bite his tongue off. Instead he moaned into Yugi's mouth, bringing his tongue up to stroke the little ones.
Yugi pulled away slightly, drawing a distressed sigh from the older one. He touched the tip of his nose to Yami's and smiled with his bruising lips.
"Are you ready to go any farther?" He asked in a raspy voice, letting his fingers drift over the hem of Yami's shirt.
Yami gasped and arched slightly. He wanted to feel Yugi's hands on his chest. He wanted to feel his fingers dance over his bare skin.
"Yes." He whispered lightly touching Yugi's hand. "But slowly."
Yugi nodded and slid a hand up the inside of Yami's shirt. His finger's barely touched the gang leader's skin, but he still moaned and arched his back. Yugi pulled the offending fabric off and tossed it aside. He shuddered when he saw the stitches in Yami's shoulder. Some blood leaked trough the sutures from when he collapsed on the bed earlier. He made a mental note to avoid that area.
"Lay down." He whispered, pushing softly on the center of Yami's chest.
Yami whimpered, a shiver running up his spine. But he complied and lay back on the bed. Yugi leaned over the top of him and gave him a sweet smile. It was so unlike the smile Kaiba gave him that night. It warmed his heart, melted away all the bad that was in him.
Yugi suddenly felt control slip away. He bent and latched his lips to Yami's neck, nipping and licking at the soft skin. Yami let his breath out in a hiss and turned his head, giving up sensitive skin to Yugi's assault. The younger one nipped lightly and then sucked at the skin. A noise came out of Yami that he didn't know he could make. He raised a hand and tangled his fingers in Yugi's tri-colored hair.
Yugi's lips left his neck and trailed down to his chest leaving kisses every where. Then with wanton need, he clamped his lips down on one of Yami's nipples. Yami cried out, arching into Yugi's touch. The smaller one's tongue lashed out, twirling around the pink nub, causing it to harden. Once he was happy with that assault, he switched his attack to the other nipple, swirling his tongue.
Yami was moaning and withering under Yugi. It hadn't been like this with Kaiba. These touches were soft driving pleasure to his very core. And when Yugi applied alight pressure with his teeth, all thoughts of that night fled his mind with a cry.
"Y-Yugi!" He gasped, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. "P-Please…"
Yugi stopped and sat up. His purple eyes were bright, a fire burning in them. He was breathing heavy and his own body was slick with sweat.
"What?" He panted. "Do you want to stop?"
"No." Yami's head trashed from side to side. "M-more…please, more."
Yugi smiled and shed his own shirt. But he didn't return to his original attack. This time his fingers danced along Yami's waist line, the tips dipping just inside the fabric. Just like he thought, Yami gasped and bucked his hips slightly.
With agonizing slowness, Yugi dragged his finger's down Yami's crouch, tracing the outline of his hardness. Yami groaned and bucked, trying desperately to grind himself into the little one's hands. But Yugi's hands pulled away and went to the clasp of his pants. The button was undone with a loud snap. Yugi pulled the zipper down slowly and easily shed Yami's boots and pants.
Turing back, Yugi felt his arousal throb even harder at the sight of Yami laying there in his boxers. The gang leader was shivering, his crimson orbs shut tight against the pleasure that racked his body in an almost painful way. Moving quickly, Yugi removed his own shoes and pants and rejoined Yami on the bed. The gang leader stiffened for a second before moaning and loosening again.
Yugi's eyes trailed down Yami's body, stopping when he saw the tattoo that Ryou said they all had. Yami's had been cut with a much steadier hand, leaving Yugi to believe that Yami had been the first to undergo that little torture. With a devilish grin he leaned over and ran his tongue over the top line of the eye. Yami gasped, the muscles around his tattoo tightening. Yugi's tongue was too close to his throbbing member to be ignoring it.
"Yugi!" He cried out, the need causing his voice to waver. "Don't-don't tease."
Yugi chuckled and nodded, although he wasn't sure Yami saw it. He snaked two fingers under the elastic waist of the gang leader's boxers and pulled them down, then off. Laying there naked, Yami felt suddenly vulnerable. He whimpered and tried to curl up so that Yugi couldn't see him. But when fingers danced over his erection the fear was chased out of his moaned. Yugi's lips pressed against his ear.
"Don't be scared." He whispered, his tongue dipping out and tracing Yami's ear. "I won't hurt you. I promise."
Yami nodded weakly as Yugi nibbled on his earlobe. Yugi wrapped his hand around Yami and pumped once, testing his reaction. Yami threw his head back and cried out. It had been too long since anyone had touched him like this, loved him as though he was something more then a piece of meat. With a rasping breath he buck, trying to force Yugi's hand into moving again.
Yugi complied, beginning to stroke Yami with slow movements. Leaning forward, he grabbed the gang leader's lips in a bruising kiss. He felt like a dog marking territory. Yami was his love and no one else, especially Kaiba, would ever have him like this again.
As Yugi began to pump harder he pushed his tongue into Yami's mouth coaxing a duel. Yami made tiny gasping noises into Yugi's mouth, bucking widely. Pleasure sparked in his brain nearing the ecstasy he need so badly. His muscles began to bunch and quiver, letting him know he was close. But he didn't want it to end this way. Ripping his lips away from Yugi, he drew in a deep breath before calling out Yugi's name. The youth stopped and gazed at him with confused eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked, short of breath.
"N-not this way." Yami rasped, not able to help grinding his length into Yugi's hand again. "Please, Yugi. M-make real love to m-me."
Yugi's eyes grew wide. He knew exactly what Yami was talking about but he wasn't sure that Yami did.
"Are you sure?" He asked, allowing his finger's to dance down Yami's length.
Yami nodded violently, gasping as his muscles began to quiver again.
"Please!" He cried out. "I-inside me Yugi! Make me yours and yours alone."
Yugi sat back and searched the room for something he knew he'd need. He spotted Anzu's first aid bag lying on the ground. He got up off the bed which drew a whimper from Yami. Grabbing the bag he rifled through it and let out a whoop of triumph. He pulled out a bottle of Lubriderm and held it up. Making his way back to the bed, he shed his boxers and crawled over to Yami. Squeezing some of the lotion into his hand he made sure to even coat his fingers.
"Remember to relax." He coached Yami. "If you tense it will hurt much more."
Yami nodded but couldn't help the fear that rose up in him. He needed Yugi to be gentle. He had been hurt before, and he knew the pain that he would feel in a few seconds. When Yugi slipped one finger deep inside him, Yami gasped. A slight burning spread through out him. But when Yugi began to slowly pump his finger, the pain subsided to an odd pleasure. He raised his hips to meet Yugi's hand.
Once Yami was comfortable Yugi slipped in another finger. Yami whimper when the pain came back strong. His hands wrapped around Yugi's arms gripping with what was seemingly iron bands. Sympathy rushed through him as he allowed his free hand to stroke Yami's fading erection. When the gang leader's grip loosened, he began moving his fingers, scissoring them to prepare his entrance.
The pleasure was back as Yami rose to meet Yugi's fingers. Without warning Yugi added a third finger and drove them deep. The tips brushed the bundle of nerves causing Yami to throw his head back and cry out. His vision went white for a second, his breath coming in harsh pants. Yugi smiled and hit that spot again, loving the sounds of pleasure that came from his love.
"Yugi!" He screamed, bucking his hips violently.
Yugi removed his fingers and Yami made a mewling noise, bucking once more. Grabbing the lotion, Yugi poured a healthy amount into his hands and coated his own erection. He leaned over Yami, placing himself at his entrance. Yugi caught his lips in a possessive kiss before slowly pushing himself inside. Yami ripped away from his Yugi's lips and screamed, pain ripping through him. He remembered this pain from that night. When Yugi was buried entirely in Yami he pressed his lips to the whimpering gang leader's ear.
"Relax." He whispered. "Give it time. The pain will go away."
Yami nodded but kept his eyes shut tight. Tears leaked out of the corners and trailed down his cheeks. The two of them lay that way, keeping still for what seemed like forever. Finally Yugi shifted his weight, moving ever so slightly. A pleasure rippled through Yami, drawing a gasp from his parted lips.
"Did I hurt you?" Yugi murmured, already feeling guilty.
"No." Yami rasped, moving his own hips just to feel that pleasure again. "Move."
Yugi grinned and slowly pulled out before pushing back in. Yami cried out, arching his back and rising to meet his movements. Yugi grunted, Yami being so tight around him was nearly driving him insane. He began to move harder, slamming into Yami.
"Uh, Yami…" He moaned.
Yami gasped as another wave of pleasure rolled over him. When Yugi breathed his name it sent shivers down his spine mixing in with the rising pleasure. He felt something building within him, a ball of tension that was spiked with same pleasure. His breathes started coming harsh rasp as his grip tightened on Yugi's arms.
"Yugi!" He gasped, as his climax began to roll up. "Yugi, I'm going to-"
Yugi silenced Yami with a kiss, dipping his tongue into his mouth again. His own release was building in him. When Yami's body began to quiver, he felt his climax burst, sending a searing hot pleasure through him. He pulled away from Yami's lips, crying out as he drove deep into the gang leader one last time, screaming.
"Yami!" He bellowed over the roaring radio.
When Yugi drove him into him the last time Yami felt his seed spill into him. The little one hit that bundle of nerves again and that ball of tension unrolled, emptying its pleasure through Yami in a starry burst. Yami cried out, arching upwards.
"Yugi!"
Him and Yugi became one person at that moment, riding on clouds as their bodies seemed to dump them in heaven. Yami gasped, drawing in panting breathes as Yugi collapsed on his chest.
"Yami," He whispered, pressing a light kiss to his chin. "I love you."
Yami closed his eyes as the tears leaked out of their corners and trailed down his cheeks. So this was what love felt like. There was no pain, no anguish, only a deep feeling of satisfaction.
Yugi shifted when he heard Yami's quiet sobs. Pulling out of the gang leader, Yugi crawled to his side. Yami let out a tiny whimper and latched onto him. Yugi's eyes widened in shock as he wrapped his arms around Yami and held him close.
"Yami?" His voice was soft. "Yami, what's wrong?"
Yami buried his face in Yugi's chest and murmured something softly. Yugi strained to hear it but missed the words. He stroked his back and waited for a few tender seconds for Yami to speak again. When he did the words were louder.
"I love you Yugi." He whispered. "Never leave me."
Yugi smiled and pressed a light kiss to Yami's forehead. The gang leader was so afraid of loosing those he loved. He always had in the past, which was why he was so hesitant to love again. The heartbreak had shattered his will. He pulled Yami down so that they were laying side by side, and kissed him once more.
"Never." He promised. "I'll love you forever Yami."
Yami sighed and curled up beside Yugi. This was what he wanted. With a content smile, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his love arms.
Nothing could go wrong now.
~*~
Otogi growled as he slammed back into the warehouse. Him and the rest of the gang were still on High Priest's duty and him, being the dumb ass he was, had forgotten his gun. Ryou had pointed out that he probably wouldn't need it, but Jou had added that it'd be better to have it. Pointing a gun at someone was a sure fire way to make sure you got what you wanted.
Walking through the warehouse, he spotted his gun lying on a crate near Yami's room. He grumbled as he walked over to it. Slipping it into its holster inside his leather vest, he turned to leave.
But that was when he heard the noise. It was a grunting, groaning noise. And it was coming from Yami's room. Raising a brow he walked over and pressed his ear against the thin wooden door. At first he only heard the blasting radio, but then Yami cried out.
Otogi gasped and took a few stumbling steps backwards. What in the hell was going on in there? Panic rushed through him when he thought that maybe Ryou was wrong. Maybe Kaiba wasn't after Yugi and had gone straight to Yami when they all left him alone. He couldn't bear to think that that had happened.
He drew his gun and pushed the door open a crack. If it was Kaiba then it would be best if he did a sneak attack. Throwing the door open would have altered the other gang leader and given him time to duck out of the way, or worse, hurl Yami in the way.
Peering into the room, his gaze shot to the bed. His eyes widened at what he saw. Yami was defiantly in the middle of some x-rated actions, but it wasn't Kaiba on top of him. It was little Yugi. Shutting the door quickly he leaned against it taking a gasping breath. Jou had been right, they were going to want their alone time today.
From the other side of the door, Yami let out a hoarse cry of pleasure and murmured Yugi's name. Otogi took that as his clue to leave. Slipping his gun back into its holster, he tore out of the warehouse like a bat out of hell. But the whole time he was running, he wore a broad smile.
This might be the just what Yami needed.
Moons: Oh…this was a very x-rated chapter.
Aurora: Tell me about. And weird. Talk about a role reversal.
Moons: Well Yami is a rape victim and rape victims hardly ever take the dominate role in sexual relationships. They really try to avoid them all together.
Aurora: Yeah, well, you'll have to kill me now.
Moons: Why? It wasn't that bad was it?
Aurora: No.
Moons: Then why would I have to kill you?
Aurora: Cause I thought it was sweet.
Moons: O.O
Aurora: *sigh* please review…