Ok, I know it isn't CHRISTMAS anymore, but I wrote it by then! I swear! It just so happens I was in a place in which the internet access had accidentally been deleted by someone not-so-adept at technology for winter break. @_@ I MISS MY EMAIL! *sob* Anyway. This is my X-mas gift for both Nell and Nelly. (Took me AGES) So! I'll stop ranting now.
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Seto sighed contentedly, wrapped in Yami's warm embrace. He blinked slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting delicately. He rose his head, gaze locking with Yami's. He could detect no hint of lust, only calm peaceful love glittering from the deep, sunset eyes. He grinned dazzlingly, and Yami allowed the faintest smile to grace his lips. Seto closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the ancient spirit's. Yami kissed his cheek delicately and twined his fingered in the umber hair, pulling the head down to rest on his shoulder once more. He watched the CEO with twinkling eyes, grinning when the other let out a contented hum, a purr. Not too far away, a shadowed figure growled angrily in the back of his throat, overwhelmed by coursing rage and 3000-year-old heartbreak pounding through his broken, charred soul, ignoring the acrid tears dripping down his cheeks, along with the blood running from nail-marks in his palm. "Just you see, Pharaoh." His voice rumbled with rage and pain. "He will be mine. I've waited too long."
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Yami kissed his sleeping boyfriend's forehead lightly before dashing down the stairs, slamming the door, and emerging in the frosty winter air. A small grin remained fixated on his lips as he walked towards the lush forest of bare trees [oxymoron's are fun] in Domino Center Park, heavy sweatshirt loosely wrapping his torso, matched with the usual tight, hip-hugging leather pants. A loud, out-of-place birdcall caught his attention and he glanced upwards, observing the brightly-colored gem amongst the swirling snow. The same white substance crunched quietly beneath his feet. Inattentive to his path, Yami crashed against a motionless character, who had been watching the same vivid illusion of nature. He stumbled back and blinked at the figure, which happened to be glaring at him fervently. "Marik???:"
"The very same." The voice dripped contempt.
"I thought you were banished?"
"Obviously, you thought wrong, bastard."
*blink* "What's up with you."
Marik rolled his eyes. "Well, Pharaoh, try to think. What do I love that you stole?"
Yami's eyes darkened suddenly to the bloodlust Seto so despised. "I didn't steal him. You tried to. And you DON'T love him."
Steam practically rose from the blonde spirit's ears, fists clenched, nails biting into the already scarred palm. "How would you know?" Yami rolled his eyes and Marik lost it. "How would YOU know??? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT! DAMN YOU!!!" He turned and ran, close to tears. Yami didn't notice the Rod scrape against him, or the strange numbness wrapping his limbs.
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Yami ran up the stairs, taking them by doubles, grinning lopsidedly. Eyes spacey-looking, he slid out of his jacket and straddled Seto's hips, crushing his lips against the blue-eyed brunette's mouth, tongue sliding into the hot crevice. Seto jerked awake and pushed on the man's chest. "Yami, what the hell do you think you're doing?" [Jerked] from his self-inflicted trance, Marik dropped all control of the spirit's mind and body, although it didn't help Seto any. The Pharaoh's control had been long hanging by but a thread, and the deep kiss had ruptured such unsteady rope. "Yami, get off me! Yami. Yami! YAMI!"
~a while later~
The spirit-king slumbered next to his lover, grinning Cheshire-like even in his sleep. But the CEO lay spread-eagle, eyes wide, shivering, staring at nothing. Tears dripped down his swollen cheeks from puffy reddish orbs. He'd been broken once again, by the same person, for the same reason, and practically the same way. And once again, he longed for the black oblivion from which he had been released 17 years ago.
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He grinned, stroking his boyfriend's hair, a love-struck glimmer in his red eye. The cool calmness broke when Seto opened his eyes. The tall teen cried out and jerked away, fear filling his deep cerulean orbs. Yami frowned and touched the adolescent's cheek [unsurely]; the CEO froze, wincing. Yami shifted, sitting up. He traced the boy's cheek slowly, worry evident in his usually laughing crimson eyes, watching from above. The brunette refused to meet his gaze, eyes watering in shame and fright. "Seto?" Yami sounded greatly self-conscious and afraid, voice cracking. Seto inhaled shakily, tears falling from between his lashes, dripping onto the white-cotton pillow. "Seto??" He sounded desperate now, and his priest's tears only fell faster. Long tan fingers dragged down supple skin, and the king pressed his palm against a milky, albeit bruised, hip. The taller brunette whimpered, causing a shock of memory through the Game King's mind. The spirit-Pharaoh jerked away as if burnt, gaping. The other cringed and scurried away, quickly dressing and running out of the room, taking panicky advantage of the king's shock immersion. He ran as fast as his battered body would let him, ignoring the limp and lacing pain. He refused to stop until he crashed down in the middle of dark woods outside the city, sobbing brokenly. Yami [threw] both legs over the mattress and sat there, on the edge, eyes wide and blank, staring at the floor.