Hicky- Gyah!

Trent- She speaks!

Hicky- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the dubbed version... oh, guys, I'm so sorry I have to do this to you....

Torment

Another duel was being played. Celtic was on the field, disposing of the feeble monsters being dished out by Yugi's opponent. After not much time Dark joined him on the field, and together they were dominating the duel. Slaughtering the opposing monsters, each in turn. Yugi's opponent was low on life points and it was due time for a move that might actually help. Mind Control was played, and instead of taking over the more powerful Dark Magician, he took Celtic. Celtic moved to the other side of the field almost in a daze, not aware of what he was doing in the least. An attack was called and Celtic charged. His blade pierced his fellow monster's torso, but Dark did not disappear from the field, nor did he seem fine. Celtic awoke from his trance-like state only to look up to see Dark's face, twisted from shock and pain. He pulled a bit on his sword, only to find it lodge in Dark's body. He heard Dark groan in agony. In one quick movement he removed his sword and let it fall to the ground. Dark slumped forward, and was caught by Celtic. He lowered the wounded mage to the ground, anxiety taking control of him. In a desperate attempt to stop the gushing blood he covered the open wound with his cloak and put pressure on it. Dark screamed as the pain took over. It tore at the elf to hear the screams, see the blood, know that his blade had done it all. Celtic looked back to Dark's face, tears swelling in his eyes. He couldn't speak, no words would come. Dark seemed to be slipping away, second by second. In a last effort to speak before the end Dark raised his head slightly and mouthed three words, unable to make any sound. 'I love you'

And then Celtic awoke in his own bed, his face tear stained and his heart beat racing. The images of his dream still haunting his mind. He dashed out of his room without a second thought. Down the hall, up the stairs until he was outside Dark's door. Luckily no other monsters were about, which was quite practical considering it was only about two in the morning. Celtic knocked, a lot louder than he had meant too.

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Dark was sound asleep when a loud banging noise woke him up. He groaned as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He made his way over to the door, staggering slightly and running into several pieces of furniture. He finally made it to the door and opened it. What he saw definitely woke him up in a hurry. The first thing he saw were the damp cheeks, and reddened eyes of his elven friend.

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Celtic was unbelievably relieved that Dark was alright. He knew it had been a dream but a part of him had gone beyond worry. Now he was standing in the hall, being stared at by a very worried looking mage. He started to feel a bit awkward and was about to say something but Dark spoke first.

"Celtic, what?... why?.... are you okay? Come in," Dark said quite confused. It wasn't easy to figure things out after you had just woken up.

Celtic entered the room, relieved to be out of the hall. He had forgotten to get dressed before he left his room, and was wearing only a pair of beige briefs. Celtic just stood in the room and waited for Dark to close the door and tell him where to sit.

"Celtic... what's wrong?.... You're shaking," Dark took the blanket from the foot of his bed and draped it around Celtic's shoulders, taking a quick peek at his almost nude "friend".

"Ummm... thanks," Celtic said blushing slightly. He was relieved to be covered up.

Dark sat down on his bed and motioned for Celtic to join him. After a moment of hesitation he did sit down. "It's so late Celtic... please, talk to me. What's the matter?" Dark asked in such a caring and gentle voice Celtic just wanted to snuggle close and tell him everything.

"I had a bad dream," Celtic said looking down.

"You were crying. It must have been terrible," Dark continued in the same tone.

"It was!" Celtic said looking up at Dark, catching his eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dark asked putting a hand on Celtic's shoulder. 'Oh, he's right here. He's so frail now, and yet so strong, and he's here,' Dark thought.

"N-no. I don't really think I should. I just don't think I could sleep all by myself anymore tonight," Celtic struggled to get the words right. But he still thought they sounded as if he was aiming for a night in Dark's bed. He hoped it didn't come out how he thought.

Dark raised an eyebrow as his own thoughts took in that sentence. 'If I had my way, you would not have slept alone for a long time now... stop it Dark!' he thought to himself. "You can spend the rest of the night here."

"I wouldn't want to impose," Celtic said trying to be polite.

"If you did not at least think you could stay, you would not have come," Dark told the elf as he got up from the bed. "Now, since you're the guest, which do you prefer, a futon or the bed?"

Celtic was slightly surprised. The way he heard, it sounded way to good to be true, but he was jumping to conclusions. "If I were to say the bed, where would you sleep?" Celtic asked. His mind begged for Dark to say the bed as well.

'The bed,' Dark thought quickly. "I'd take the futon," he said. Ignoring the pissed off remarks from his inner psyche.

"Oh, well, then, I'll just take the futon. I won't be here long."

"Well then. Your futon awaits," Dark said as he snapped his fingers, a futon appearing next to the bed. "There you go. All ready for you too. Aren't I a miracle worker?"

'No, you are a miracle,' Celtic thought. "You sure are... thank you." Celtic plunked down on the futon and got all comfy under the covers. It was then that Dark noticed a stuffed toy that Celtic had with him.

"What's that?" Dark asked curiously.

Celtic seemed to know just what he was talking about, and suddenly got stiff all over. 'How many times have I said I was not a child?.... and now he sees my stuffy..... S-H-I-T!' Celtic thought. He grabbed his toy and hid it behind his back. "What is what? I don't having anything," Celtic said in a desperate attempt.

"Yeah right. Like I'm going to fall for that. Come on, what is it?" Dark asked, getting more and more curious by the second.

"It's a stuffed toy okay. So stop it."

"A stuffed toy of what? Can I see? I won't make fun," Dark was tempted to just tackle Celtic and grab it. Actually he was tempted to tackle Celtic anyway, but let's get back to the toy.

"No you can't see. It's mine," Celtic said. He was begging Set, Horus, Re, Osiris, and even Isis that Dark would not see it.

"But I want to," Dark said snapping his fingers, Celtic's toy disappearing from behind his back and reappearing in Dark's hand. Dark stared wide eyed at the toy. It was a plushie. Various purple cloth made up its cloths.... it's armour. Big blue eyes. Long purple hair. A little green staff....... Dark looked back at Celtic who was now blushing, but in the light it wasn't noticeable.

"Give him back! He doesn't like..... you?" Celtic questioned himself, knowing what he said didn't make sense.

"But Celtic. How is it he does not like me? He is me, is he not?"

"NO! He's Darky-poo! Now give him back!" Celtic snatched the plushie away from Dark.

Dark was stunned. He remembered that name. It was what Celtic called him when he had pixie stix. Though his mind was racing with both hysterical comments, and a few hopeful wishes, there was one thing he just had to ask. "Do you sleep with him," Dark lay down on his bed and looked over the edge at Celtic. "With your arms wrapped all tight around him?"

Celtic was beet red. "That's none of your business!" Celtic held on to his plushie tight and hid under the covers.

'So he has a little plushie of me. Isn't that sweet. He has his plushie... I have my drawings. We really have to get together.... what the hell's our problem?' Dark closed his eyes and continued this thoughts.

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'Stupid Dark. "Do you sleep with him?" Well duh! You don't just have a plushie of the monster you think is perfect and amazing and wonderful and, and not hold it tight every night while you sleep.' Celtic thought. After a while of ranting in his mind he looked up. Dark seemed to be asleep. He hadn't covered himself with the thin sheet that lay to his side. His slender body covered only by a pair of light lavender, silk boxers. Celtic licked his lips without knowing it. 'Come on Celtic. Now's your chance. He's asleep. What's the worst than can happen? He'll wake up right. Tell you to get out? So, it's worth it and you know it. DO IT!'

Celtic got up from his quick-made bed on the floor and crawled over to the side of Dark's bed. He knelt there, watching Dark sleep. He sighed quietly. 'He's so... uhh, there's no word to describe how perfect he is' Celtic thought looking up and down Dark's body several times. Celtic watched Dark for a while longer, watched his gentle breathing causing his bare, uncovered chest to rise and fall in a perfect rhythm. Celtic took a deep breath before attempting his next move. He walked around to the other side of Dark's bed as silently as he could and climbed in so cautiously, as not to wake the sleeping mage. 'No backing out now. Don't even think about it, just go for it.' He moved closer to Dark, lying down on the soft mattress and snaked his arms around the slender monster's body, pulling him closer. The skin of their bodies touched and Celtic breathed in sharply. The anticipation of a moment such as this just added to the effect. He held Dark close but not tight enough to wake him up. He looked down at the mage in his arms, the perfect scene before him. Finally he drifted off to sleep himself, a smile on his face.

Celtic was the first to wake the following morning. He looked down at the still sleeping magician that seemed to have cuddled closer, but Celtic dismissed it as wishful thinking. He slowly shuffled his way across the bed and off the edge, luckily not making too much noise when he fell. He made his way over to the futon that was made for him the night before and got in. After he had been lying there for about a minute he sat up, stretched and yawned loudly.

Dark woke up. "Did you sleep well Celtic?"

"Oh yes. I felt much safer here after my nightmare." He got up and started toward the door. "I guess I'll be off now..."

"Stop right there Celtic."

"Yes?"

"You spent the whole night in my room," Dark said calmly.

"Yessss..." Celtic said trailing off.

"In my bed."

"Oh..... about that, well, um....." Celtic stumbled over his words, his face becoming quite red.

"Would you like to know a little secret?" Dark asked getting up and making his way over to Celtic. "I wasn't asleep...."

"Y-You weren't? Then why didn't you, um, make me get out?..." Celtic asked before a quick thought passed through his mind. 'Please, please Amun. Let this be what I hope.'

"And why would I have you leave when I've been waiting so long to get you there?" Dark answered with his own question.

"You wanted me...?" Celtic asked, eyes starting to tear with hope.

"For so long...." Dark put his hands behind Celtic head and pulled him into a soft kiss, which Celtic quickly returned.

"Oh, Dark," Celtic moaned after the kiss had ended. His head was swimming, and he was weak in the knees. He fell forward into the tall, strong mage's arms.

"Come, let us rest a while longer." Dark helped Celtic back to the bed and into it. Celtic was smiling, a soft blush over his cheeks. When Dark got in after him, he snuggled close. He was filled with the greatest feeling he had ever felt. Dark stroked his green-blond hair. "Celtic?"

"Yes Dark?"

"This isn't a dream is it?"

"No, it more than that," Celtic replied holding the mages body close to his.

Hicky and Trent- hugging each other while they ball their eyes out

Hicky- does a little hand motion that means review if you'd like

Trent- Oh Gods! cries profusely

Hicky- Follows suit!