At the touch to his chest, one lavender orb slowly flickered open, seeing a
sleek tanned chest obstructing his view. The teen struggled to get the
rusty gears in his head to move past his want of more sleep, trying to
recapture the events of the night before.
Ah, yes, now he remembered.
Yami sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to the body he was holding. Of its own accord, the demon's face nuzzled Yuugi's silky hair, a small smile gracing his lips.
Through the blush that Yuugi was holding down, he managed to see just how much more tanned the skin truly looked. One could almost call it . . . healthy. It didn't look deathly pale anymore.
Yami's lips were no longer in a tight line, struggling through the pain he had endured for so long. Now, they were lush and full, almost a rosy color. His hair looked sleeker, shinier, fuller.
The muscles were more defined as well. Sensuous curves and rippling deliciously with his slight movements.
Yuugi's blush increased. Now looking at Yami, he could see that the creature next to him was truly exquisit.
The teenager brought a hand up to the chest he was currently pressed against, feeling the heat that was now radiating from the larger body.
Crimson eyes blinked open, pushing the sleep from its depths. His gaze found Yuugi's, and noticed their close proximity. He smiled. Or rather, he smirked. Something he used to do quite often. He laughed mentally when Yuugi's face turned beat red.
"Good morning, Yuugi."
"M-morning," the teen stuttered. "How are you feeling?"
Yami closed his eyes, relaxing once again. "Better. Much better." He opened his eyes again, and saw the young teen's face brighten up.
"I'm glad."
The demon's crimson eyes looked confused again, brows furrowed in thought. Yuugi noticed this. The bloody pools looked lost and far away. Certainly not in a warm bed right now, with a teenaged look-alike spooned against him like a kitten.
"What's wrong?"
The eyes flickered with comprehension, looking back at the pleading face again. He grabbed one of Yuugi's hands in his own, holding it under his chin. He hesitated, whispereing one single word.
"Why?"
Why what's wrong? No, that's not what he was asking. Yuugi could tell this, for some strange reason. But why to what?
The teenager blinked in confusion. "Why what?" He asked, just as softly.
Ruby eyes searched his own amythest, looking, searching, for something. Lies? Emmotions? Deception? What?
"Why do you help me? Why do you care? Why do you freely offer your own blood to heal me? Why don't you see the monster that I have been? Why don't you notice the blood staining my hands?"
Yuugi sighed, giving a gentle squeeze to the hand holding his own. "Do you always have to have a reason for helping? And it's more than that. Don't you see? You're feeling guilt. Regret. Remorse for what you have done, whatever it was. Human emotions that ask for forgiveness. It's so easy to grant it. I already have. But the question is, can you forgive yourself?"
Yami layed there stunned, as if shot by a bullet. There wasn't any possible way that this young man could still be in his teens. There are poeple who die very, very old, and still never grasp such concepts of forgiveness.
His eyes watered slightly. "Thank you."
Yuugi smiled genlty. "Always."
Yami pulled the teen into a desperate hug, leaving very little breathing room. He held on to the teen like it was his very last life line, his last pillar of strength that held on to his only shred of sanity.
But really, Yuugi was his only life-line. And he knew it. He would have been long since dead had it not been for Yuugi and all the young boy had done for him. His existance and his soul would have been wiped clean long, long ago.
"Can you eat?" Yuugi inquired, recapturing the demon's attention.
"When I am well, I tend to eat profusely."
Yuugi chuckled, briefly reminded of his friend Jonouchi. "Well come on, we'll get some breakfast. Do you think that you're well enough to walk?"
"Hai, I do."
Yuugi pulled away from the embrace, standing and holding out a hand for Yami to take, who did so gratefully. The demon wabbled a bit, but otherwise kept his balance.
Wrapping his arm around Yami's waist and draping the demon's arm across his shoulder, the two made their way cautiously down the stairs into the kitchen.
Sugoroku was at the kitchen table, giving his full attention to his cup of coffe and the Sunday newspaper when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Ohayo, Yuugi, I'm glad you're up. I was just about to go up there and get you. How did everyth-. . . ." the young teen's grandfather stopped in the middle of questioning how the evening events had transpired when he saw TWO poeple had come down the stairs.
"Yami, you're up!"
"Hai."
Yuugi gently lowered him into a chair. "He says he's feeling better now, grandpa."
"Well he certainly does look better. Nice healthy glow to your skin there, young man."
Yami merely nodded in thanks.
"Did you make anything for breakfast yet, grandpa?"
"No, Yuugi. Not yet. You'll have to find someting for yourself and Yami. I need to go and do inventory for the shop. When you've finished up, I wouldn't mind some help."
"Hai." Yuugi was now currently immersed in the contents of the fidge, waving at his grandfather as he walked out the kitchen. "Anything that you want in particular, Yami?"
The demon thought hard. "Do you have the things for french toast?"
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Yuugi sighed heavily, falling onto the couch with a half-hearty 'UUMPH!' Inventory with his elder was ALWAYS an all day task, and he was cold from having to run outside into the large masses of snow that had fallen to put empty, unwanted boxes into the large garbage can.
"Tired?" Yami's smooth, deep voice shivered down his spine.
Yuugi snorted. "Don't wake me until Christmas."
The demon chuckled. "I'm hungry."
Yuugi outright laughed. "With how muh you ate at breakfast and luch, I'm surprised you can think about food. I think you out did Jonouchi-kun today with your appetite." Yuugi stared at the demon resting against the front of the recliner, sitting comfortably on the floor. "We could order pizza."
Yami grinned. "I like pizza."
"Then it's settled. Pizza." Yuugi picked up the phone and dialed the number to Tony's Pizza Shack that had long ago been burned into his memory. "Now let's just hope that they can get through the snow."
Luckily, to their advantage, the snow plows had been out all day, and had managed to clear away the roads to allow easy passage. Yami ate more than half, which thoroughly surprised the two Motou's. Sugoroku just so happened to be a fan of pizza as well.
It was finally when Yuugi helped Yami back into bed that evening that he asked why so much food, pulling the blankets up to cover the now tanned body.
"I haven't eaten anything for nearly a month, Yuugi. Just little bits of what you or your granfather sent up. My stomach at the time was in pieces and couldn't handle it. Now that it can, I'm starved."
Yuugi bit his lower lip slightly. "D-do need another. . . .infusion. . . .tonight?"
The demon lowered his eyes. "If I want to heal all of the way, yes."
Yuugi immediately lowered the colar of his shirt. "Here."
"No, Yuugi, I can't! I already took from you last night. Too much blood loss is not good for you!"
"I'll be fine, Yami. You need it more than I do right now. I want to see you get better. Take it."
Yami sighed. "All right, Yuugi. But this is the last time. Not again. If I need more, it'll have to wait until your body has replenished what it has lost."
"All right."
Leaning up, he enveloped the teenager once more, and once again tasted the delicate flesh beneath his fangs.
Heaven. Even if the blood tasted off, lacking the vampire lust, it was heaven flowing through him. It was intimate, and it was arousing.
And for another night, the teen collapsed next to him, tired and sleepy. Gladly, Yami layed back down, holding the boy as close as he had that morning, smelling the sweet vanilla and cherry scent of Yuugi's hair.
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Gomen ne, everyone. Update took FAR too long. URG! So much to do! R&R!!!
Ah, yes, now he remembered.
Yami sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to the body he was holding. Of its own accord, the demon's face nuzzled Yuugi's silky hair, a small smile gracing his lips.
Through the blush that Yuugi was holding down, he managed to see just how much more tanned the skin truly looked. One could almost call it . . . healthy. It didn't look deathly pale anymore.
Yami's lips were no longer in a tight line, struggling through the pain he had endured for so long. Now, they were lush and full, almost a rosy color. His hair looked sleeker, shinier, fuller.
The muscles were more defined as well. Sensuous curves and rippling deliciously with his slight movements.
Yuugi's blush increased. Now looking at Yami, he could see that the creature next to him was truly exquisit.
The teenager brought a hand up to the chest he was currently pressed against, feeling the heat that was now radiating from the larger body.
Crimson eyes blinked open, pushing the sleep from its depths. His gaze found Yuugi's, and noticed their close proximity. He smiled. Or rather, he smirked. Something he used to do quite often. He laughed mentally when Yuugi's face turned beat red.
"Good morning, Yuugi."
"M-morning," the teen stuttered. "How are you feeling?"
Yami closed his eyes, relaxing once again. "Better. Much better." He opened his eyes again, and saw the young teen's face brighten up.
"I'm glad."
The demon's crimson eyes looked confused again, brows furrowed in thought. Yuugi noticed this. The bloody pools looked lost and far away. Certainly not in a warm bed right now, with a teenaged look-alike spooned against him like a kitten.
"What's wrong?"
The eyes flickered with comprehension, looking back at the pleading face again. He grabbed one of Yuugi's hands in his own, holding it under his chin. He hesitated, whispereing one single word.
"Why?"
Why what's wrong? No, that's not what he was asking. Yuugi could tell this, for some strange reason. But why to what?
The teenager blinked in confusion. "Why what?" He asked, just as softly.
Ruby eyes searched his own amythest, looking, searching, for something. Lies? Emmotions? Deception? What?
"Why do you help me? Why do you care? Why do you freely offer your own blood to heal me? Why don't you see the monster that I have been? Why don't you notice the blood staining my hands?"
Yuugi sighed, giving a gentle squeeze to the hand holding his own. "Do you always have to have a reason for helping? And it's more than that. Don't you see? You're feeling guilt. Regret. Remorse for what you have done, whatever it was. Human emotions that ask for forgiveness. It's so easy to grant it. I already have. But the question is, can you forgive yourself?"
Yami layed there stunned, as if shot by a bullet. There wasn't any possible way that this young man could still be in his teens. There are poeple who die very, very old, and still never grasp such concepts of forgiveness.
His eyes watered slightly. "Thank you."
Yuugi smiled genlty. "Always."
Yami pulled the teen into a desperate hug, leaving very little breathing room. He held on to the teen like it was his very last life line, his last pillar of strength that held on to his only shred of sanity.
But really, Yuugi was his only life-line. And he knew it. He would have been long since dead had it not been for Yuugi and all the young boy had done for him. His existance and his soul would have been wiped clean long, long ago.
"Can you eat?" Yuugi inquired, recapturing the demon's attention.
"When I am well, I tend to eat profusely."
Yuugi chuckled, briefly reminded of his friend Jonouchi. "Well come on, we'll get some breakfast. Do you think that you're well enough to walk?"
"Hai, I do."
Yuugi pulled away from the embrace, standing and holding out a hand for Yami to take, who did so gratefully. The demon wabbled a bit, but otherwise kept his balance.
Wrapping his arm around Yami's waist and draping the demon's arm across his shoulder, the two made their way cautiously down the stairs into the kitchen.
Sugoroku was at the kitchen table, giving his full attention to his cup of coffe and the Sunday newspaper when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Ohayo, Yuugi, I'm glad you're up. I was just about to go up there and get you. How did everyth-. . . ." the young teen's grandfather stopped in the middle of questioning how the evening events had transpired when he saw TWO poeple had come down the stairs.
"Yami, you're up!"
"Hai."
Yuugi gently lowered him into a chair. "He says he's feeling better now, grandpa."
"Well he certainly does look better. Nice healthy glow to your skin there, young man."
Yami merely nodded in thanks.
"Did you make anything for breakfast yet, grandpa?"
"No, Yuugi. Not yet. You'll have to find someting for yourself and Yami. I need to go and do inventory for the shop. When you've finished up, I wouldn't mind some help."
"Hai." Yuugi was now currently immersed in the contents of the fidge, waving at his grandfather as he walked out the kitchen. "Anything that you want in particular, Yami?"
The demon thought hard. "Do you have the things for french toast?"
* * * * * * * *
Yuugi sighed heavily, falling onto the couch with a half-hearty 'UUMPH!' Inventory with his elder was ALWAYS an all day task, and he was cold from having to run outside into the large masses of snow that had fallen to put empty, unwanted boxes into the large garbage can.
"Tired?" Yami's smooth, deep voice shivered down his spine.
Yuugi snorted. "Don't wake me until Christmas."
The demon chuckled. "I'm hungry."
Yuugi outright laughed. "With how muh you ate at breakfast and luch, I'm surprised you can think about food. I think you out did Jonouchi-kun today with your appetite." Yuugi stared at the demon resting against the front of the recliner, sitting comfortably on the floor. "We could order pizza."
Yami grinned. "I like pizza."
"Then it's settled. Pizza." Yuugi picked up the phone and dialed the number to Tony's Pizza Shack that had long ago been burned into his memory. "Now let's just hope that they can get through the snow."
Luckily, to their advantage, the snow plows had been out all day, and had managed to clear away the roads to allow easy passage. Yami ate more than half, which thoroughly surprised the two Motou's. Sugoroku just so happened to be a fan of pizza as well.
It was finally when Yuugi helped Yami back into bed that evening that he asked why so much food, pulling the blankets up to cover the now tanned body.
"I haven't eaten anything for nearly a month, Yuugi. Just little bits of what you or your granfather sent up. My stomach at the time was in pieces and couldn't handle it. Now that it can, I'm starved."
Yuugi bit his lower lip slightly. "D-do need another. . . .infusion. . . .tonight?"
The demon lowered his eyes. "If I want to heal all of the way, yes."
Yuugi immediately lowered the colar of his shirt. "Here."
"No, Yuugi, I can't! I already took from you last night. Too much blood loss is not good for you!"
"I'll be fine, Yami. You need it more than I do right now. I want to see you get better. Take it."
Yami sighed. "All right, Yuugi. But this is the last time. Not again. If I need more, it'll have to wait until your body has replenished what it has lost."
"All right."
Leaning up, he enveloped the teenager once more, and once again tasted the delicate flesh beneath his fangs.
Heaven. Even if the blood tasted off, lacking the vampire lust, it was heaven flowing through him. It was intimate, and it was arousing.
And for another night, the teen collapsed next to him, tired and sleepy. Gladly, Yami layed back down, holding the boy as close as he had that morning, smelling the sweet vanilla and cherry scent of Yuugi's hair.
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Gomen ne, everyone. Update took FAR too long. URG! So much to do! R&R!!!