Hicky: Hiya people! Okay, I'm sorry, but I got a 1 and 1/2 hour limit on the puter every day cept weekends! And I have other stuff to do like homework and e-mails... and I stayed up late on Sunday, today, to write this for you all!

Trent: She loves you guys and wants you to be happy.

Hicky: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, blah blah blah. Enjoy! And Rae... thanks for this idea!

"The Grabbing"

'Damn Luster,' Gaia thought as he headed back to his room. 'Bastard mage! Son of a bitch asshole!' Gaia was practically fuming by the time he threw himself on top of his bed. He fished his hand around until he found his magazine. He flipped it open again. 'Is this what I want?' he asked. 'Do I want men... or do I just want Luster?... I certainly didn't like my queer horse hitting on me... but that was just wrong...' He flipped through more pages. 'I just don't know....'

deet

Following the duel, Celtic carried Dark back up to his room and lay him down on the bed. He brushed the hair away from his face. He probably would have pounced onto him right then if he hadn't had so much self restraint. Dark had just had almost all of his magical energies ripped from his body, and it would talk time to heal. Celtic turned to leave, but a hand around his wrist prevented him.

"You're leaving?" Dark asked looking up at the elf.

"I thought you would want to rest... you're weak," Celtic replied as he knelt down to be eye level with his mage.

"I am weak, and I do want rest... but why must you leave my side for me to have it?"

Celtic smiled. "You wish me to stay?"

"Of coarse," Dark said as he tugged weakly at Celtic's arm. "Get in!"

"Dark, you're still fully armoured. You can't rest like that-"

"Then assist me in changing," Dark said in a sexy, commanding tone.

"With pleasure." Celtic removed Dark's helmet, his shoulder-guard and breastplate. He pulled away the dark purple robe and then went to work on the full body, leather armour. He almost had to peel away the leather that fit the mage's body like a second skin, showing off every feature and curve. He stopped when he got to Dark's hips. "What are you wearing under this?"

"Does it matter?"

Celtic blushed slightly. He had see Dark in barely anything on a number of occasions, but what if he was going commando. Celtic continued to remove the armour.

"Celtic, you seem disappointed... thought there would nothing there? Silly elf," Dark said shaking a finger.

Celtic made a sound in his throat before he finished his task. "Now, do you want anything to wear?"

"Hmmm, I want something warm, and that can just drape around me... hmm, you look about the right size," Dark said smiling and half sitting, supported by pillows.

Celtic shook his head at the eagerness of the mage. His resolve would stay strong, Dark needed rest. He grabbed his helmet but one of its horn-like ornaments and tossed it to the ground.

Dark watched, a small smile dancing on his lips as the warrior stripped out of his armour. He frowned when the elf stopped with not only his cream pants on, but also that tight brown top.

Celtic walked over to the side of the bed Dark was on and climbed in, moving one knee over Dark and placed his hands on either side of the magician's head. He leaned down, and Dark moved up to meet his lips. Celtic smiled and placed his hand over Dark's mouth. "You rest," he said as he lowered his body down next to the mage and wrapped his arms around his lithe form.

Dark would have been disappointed, but for the fact that simply being in the strong monsters arms felt like heaven on earth. Soon his weakened body got the better of his and he fell into the realm of dreams.

Dark looked around. He was no longer in his room, no longer in the Shadow Realm for that matter. Bright sun, blue sky, and sand for miles. He turned as his name was called, not his duel monster name, but his true name, a name long forgotten. A tall, slender teen ran up, and bent at the waist to pant. He had long, long black hair, and bright, happy eyes.

"I wrote another! This one's good, read it!" He said excitedly as he stood up.

Dark looked up at the slightly older boy. He noticed something else; he was younger, much younger. He took the papyrus and read the characters. He blushed. "I wish you'd stop," Dark said in a voice he couldn't remember as his own.

"I can't help it... you inspire me," the other teen said shyly.

The images faded and fell into darkness. Soon another image; a temple, strong, proud, important. There were many men around, a few women. All held staffs; a temple of sorcerers. Dark looked to his hand which held a staff. If looked weak and pathetic, like something a child would use. He felt a hand of his shoulder and turned his face. There was that teen again. His eyes had changed, not so happy, more determined.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine," he said. His voice was deeper than before and he didn't seem as tall.

His name was called again, and without knowing it he stepped forward, excepting the honor of becoming a mage for the pharaoh. Again the world faded only to reappear different from before.

He was older. He knew it without having to look. His body felt strong, both physically and magically. He stood in a room; decorated and extravagant. On the opposite side stood the teen, now a man. Eyes still held that determination, but much more toward him that anything else.

The black haired man held up a piece of papyrus and waved it back and forth.

Dark felt anger towards him, like he was getting more than annoyed with these constant letters and poems. He stopped looking at the man when he saw a more familiar face. Short blond hair, and tattooed cheeks. He went to call Celtic's name but another passed through his lips.

The boy turned and walked to him, smiling happily.

The black haired sorcerer did not seem pleased. He stashed away his writings. When his name was called he gladly left to see the pharaoh.

Dark looked at the young boy, really about eighteen but his eyes were so full of life that he appeared younger. His ears were not long and pointed, but simply those of any human. His eyes were not feline, but still had that orange color to them. The teen leaned into Dark and began to question the annoying habits of the black haired man.

Their conversation was cut short with another fade-to-black. The Shadow Realm... but not home. It was too new a feeling to be home. The first of the Shadow Realm, he was a monster now. He could feel the magic that he had be infused with coursing through his veins, now being just as much a part of him as his very blood. There was Celtic, sitting on the ground, fiddling with his ears, trying to figure out why they changed so drastically. And there was the man. This black hair was wild and sharp looking. His eyes were now blood red, staring, powerful eyes. Eyes still on him, burning into him. He looked dark and evil, so different from the boy in the desert. He walked forward, closer and closer.

Dark tensed as he drew right up to him, body against body. Red eyes, against blue skin, staring hard into the icy blues or Dark's irises. "I will have you my Dark Magician!" He said, voice low and eerie. "You will be mine..." His face came closer, warm breath on his face, closer, closer, black.

Dark woke up with a start and turned to see Celtic looking at him, eye to eye. Face so close, warm, sweet breath of his face. He tilted his head to kiss the elf. "I hate him," he said looking away.

"Hate who?" Celtic asked confused. Dark's jerked awakening had caused him some distress.

"Chaos... I hate him..."

deet

Gaia walked back to the mansion grumbling about Curse. He was his best friend in the deck but he was too busy with his girlfriend, Kimouri, to care about him at all. He regretted that the only other friend he had really made other than the dragon and his horse, was the can't-stop-hitting-on-him ritual. He went up to the second floor and made his way down the hall, knocking on the fancy door. He put his hand out, ready to grab the door when it was opened. When it did, he grabbed, holding it only six inches open.

Luster was rather confused. He peeked out at Gaia. "What are you doing?"

"Is that asshole mage in there?" Gaia asked very quietly.

"No, he went out." Luster opened the door fully once Gaia had released it. "So, what is it?"

"I'm bored, I wanna hang out..." Gaia said as he walked past Luster into his room.

"I didn't invite you in..." Luster said closing the door.

"One, I don't care, and two, you would have..."

Luster nodded. He would have let Gaia in in a second. "So, how do we "hang"?" Luster asked, slang not being his strong suit.

Gaia shook his head and smiled at the ritual. "Talk about shit, do nothing, sit around and not care about anything that's happening in the realm."

"Oh, relaxing and conversing."

"Uhuh," Gaia began to chuckle. Who would have thought that the idiotic teenage-acting warrior would get along with Mr. Sophistication ritual.

"Hmm, you know I was in the middle of something," Luster stated as the went over to his deck and sat down.

"Well, sooorrrrryyyy. Will having me sitting in here like a rock be too much of a bother?" Gaia sat down on the ground and curled up. "See, I'm a rock." He laughed.

"Right. I suppose that wouldn't be a bother... but Gaia, I have a question... your hair's short right?"

Gaia ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah..."

"So why is it so long when you duel?" Luster was now writing something at his deck, pencil scribbling across the paper.

"Part of the helmet. It's my hair, but I wanted it short, so chop chop, and take the everything to a mage to put together."

"Ahh, I see... I like your hair short..." Luster got an idea. If Gaia was dumb enough to fall for it, he'd make a move, and not just a silly little thing either. If he caught on, then it was over. Luster continued to write and then, with quite a bit of skill, broke the pencil in such a way as to make it not only flew through the air, but also make it role even further. "Oh, bother! Would you mind getting that for me Gaia?"

Gaia's eyes were already on the pencil. "Oh yeah sure." He got up and walked over to were it lay, not realising the ritual monster had moved right behind him.

'He fell for it, so here it goes.' Luster, grin on his face, brought his hand back as Gaia bent at the waist to retrieve the pencil. He then brought it down, not too hard, but hard enough for a nice sound to fill the room. Luster could feel Gaia's muscles get tense and he couldn't resisted trying more. He dug his fingers into Gaia's skin and tight muscles. He pushed the heel of his hand hard against Gaia's ass and moved his hand down slightly. Fingers in hard, and up to the right, heel again. Luster had not only slapped, and grabbed Gaia's ass. He was now demonstrating his skill in massage therapy.

Gaia had sprung back up at about the time he first felt Luster's hand. He was too stunned to do anything, say anything. He just stood, stalk upright as Luster continued.

Luster placed his free hand on Gaia's shoulder and turned his around. "I'm sorry," he said quietly before he pulled the warrior into a kiss. It was fiery and passionate on Luster's end; if this were to be his only kiss with the grey skinned warrior, he had to make the best of it.

Gaia's eyes grew even larger than they had from Luster's first move. He was being kissed, like mad, by a man, and he had do clue what the hell to do. He jerked away from the ritual warrior. Eyes steady on his, which were full of apologies. Luster's hands did not remove themselves from where they had been placed. Gaia looked hard at the ritual. What he had done was wrong, very wrong. "Luster-"

"I'm sorry! I really am but-" he was silenced; not by a hand over his mouth, but by a second set of lips. Luster, was shocked but quickly recovered to take control of the kiss, to bring all that passion and fire into this second one. He crushed his body against Gaia's as he felt the other monster returning their exchange with just as much emotion. They broke away from each other's lips after what seemed like hours but kept their bodies tightly together. "I thought you said you were straight..."

"You can't always be want you want... And I'm just learning that...."

Hicky: To Leebub and Rae, the next chapter is the one you both know is coming! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Trent: Now that you've got the moron a boy can we please, PLEASE, get some lemons going????

Hicky: The hell? You are a writer's block Trent! You don't want me to write!

Trent: Oh yeah! And I finally can stop you. pulls out FF8 game

Hicky: Ohhh! Must make Whore (Riona) and Bitch (her dog) die as I watch the utter yaoi goodness of Seifer, Zell and Squall!!!!!!! toddles off after her block