Hicky: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything about it. climbs into Rabid Fan Reader Cage
Trent: climbs in after her
Hicky: This is the reason the cage exists.... enjoy!
Yams: walks up puts a magic lock on cage walks away, leaving OCs to guard
Troubles in Paradise
Yami was in the middle of another duel using his trademark cards. Celtic had been used and as usual had been sent to the graveyard rather early on.
Celtic was strolling through the graveyard, waving to Reaper of the Cards as he flew by. 'He does such a good job as grave's keeper,' Celtic thought. 'And with those new humans to help, it looks great.'
Celtic opened the massive front doors of the mansion and made his way to his room, just down the main hall. Once in his room he flopped onto the bed, armour and all. "Why am I of so little use?" he asked himself. "Yugi and Yami's duels just keep getting tougher. Will there eventually be no need for me at all?" He moped around his room waiting for Dark to return from the duel. Celtic got impatient after a while and went to go visit some friends from the upper floors, or as they had dubbed them the floors of The Card Shop Card's floors. Celtic stepped into the elevator and pressed the round button. The elevator opened moments later and Celtic stepped out, turned and headed for his buddies door. He knocked and was greeted almost immediately by hi two energetic friends.
"Hi Celtic!" Cee greeted him.
"Sup?" Gee asked while pulling him in. These guys could make anybody feel better. They gave off a "happy vibe".
"Another duel, so far the usual," Celtic told his friends while heading for a comfy chair. Cee and Gee bounded over to their bunk beds; Cee on top swinging his legs, Gee on the bottom avoiding head injuries. These guys knew Celtic's whole story, or almost all. They called it the three Ds; DUEL, die, DARK. They never said 'die' as loudly because Celtic didn't die, he just came home, and as far as they knew Dark was only a fantasy in their friend's mind.
The three guardians talked for a while before Gee asked Celtic about the mage. He was getting impatient with them since the time Dark had come to visit them. "So, what's up with you and Mr. Picture Guy? Have you made your move?"
"Ummmm." Celtic blushed slightly. "Yeah."
"And? What did he say? What did he do?... What have you guys done?" Cee asked excited.
"Cee! Come on... it's his private... life.... oh!" Gee said, words slowing before suddenly he came to something of interest. "Hehehe, they've been kissing, and sleeping together..."
"Sleeping together?!" Cee asked stunned. "But you just-"
"He means sleeping. We've been sleeping in a same bed a couple of times." Celtic said after he realised that Gee had gotten his info from his thoughts. Celtic turned his head to the side, sensing the duel vibe leaving the air. He stood up and started off.
"Heh, I guess that third 'D' really works now," Cee said lying down. Celtic had left. "Heh Gee, how come Celtic gets the guy he's been after the whole time, but we date a whole bunch and we can't get girls?"
"I don't know... remember what Blue and White told us to do?" Gee asked.
"The thing about making out or fucking each other?"
"Yeah, why does everyone think we're gay?"
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Even though the duel had been won Dark wasn't very happy. Yami had used his ritual card to create the Black Chaos Mage. This was not pleasant. All that really happened was Dark waited in the swirling colors of the ritual card until Chaos came to the field, but since Chaos was first made from a sacrifice of Dark it felt like Chaos was exploring his entire body to make his own... and now he just did it because he had the opportunity. Dark had sat in a sort of limbo; watching the duel but unable to return home until it was over.... or Chaos died. 'What a pleasant thought.'
As soon as he could Dark rushed home, through the graveyard giving Reaper a hello smile, and then quickly up the stairs.
Chaos was right behind him, not giving any recognition to the card that so well looked after their graveyard.
Dark was walking quickly to Celtic's room when he heard Chaos come up behind him.
"Hello Dark," Chaos said seductively while running his gloved finger tips around Dark Magician's shoulders. Dark shook him off immediately.
"Get away from me!" Dark yelled. The leather-clad, blue faced mage took no notice. His power on the field gave him a huge ego off it.
Chaos continued in the same sickening tone, "Dark, you looked great out there. I'm glad you waited for me in the ritual." He licked his lips.
"For the sake of Amun and all that is Egyptian, I had no choice. I hate you! So leave me alone," Dark yelled while giving Chaos a sturdy shove and then teleporting to his room.
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Celtic was walking briskly, smile on his elvish face, wanting to be at the front door to meet Dark, when he heard Chaos from just around the corner. "Hello Dark," he heard Chaos say.
'Ohhhh, no! Get your bloody self away from Dark!' Celtic's hand moved toward the hilt of his sword and he picked up the pace. Dark had explained everything he had remembered from his dream, and now Celtic loathed the blue-skinned mage just as much. Then he heard Dark, "Get away from me!" Celtic smirked, 'Ha ha, he doesn't want you!'
"... I'm glad you waited for me in the ritual." he heard Chaos again. 'Dammit Yami! A ritual again. You have no idea what how that makes Dark feel. Arg...' Again he quickened his pace but by the time he turned the corner all he saw was Chaos and a purple mist that showed where Dark had been just moments before. Celtic stormed up to Chaos. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Why Celtic, how nice to see you. I'm simply standing in the hall," Chaos replied smugly.
"Shut up, you know what I mean. Leave Dark alone!"
Chaos went from smug to pissed in about a second. "Why should I? Dark Magician deserves someone better than you, he deserves me!"
Celtic was even angrier at Chaos than before. Not only had he made a move on Dark but he had also made Celtic feel as if he didn't deserve him. "It has nothing to do with that. Dark doesn't want you!"
"Yes he does, he just doesn't know it yet!" Chaos flashed his eyes up and down Celtic. 'Never seen Celtic like this before... me-ee-oo-ow.'
Celtic was to busy yelling and being mad to notice Chaos checking him out. "Dark and I are together you thick-skulled, sorry excuse for a ritual! So just stay away from him!"
"You know Celtic, Dark and I are special. Because of him I exist. Our bodies merge on the field; his soul leaves and mine takes over. We can become one on and off the field!" Chaos couldn't take his eyes off the ferocious guardian, he was so alluring. Even more attractive than Dark at that moment. 'Well, if I can't have Dark right now, at least I can have something of his... where can I take him... that room... is it open or more importantly, empty?
"Fuck you Chaos!"
"No Celtic," Chaos said in his sickenly seductive voice, "but I'll fuck you."
Celtic's eyes widened, "you'll what?!"
Chaos grinned and grabbed the stunned guardian, opened the door to the room he had been eying earlier and pulled Celtic in. "Ahh good, empty."
"Gods! Chaos, let me go and get the fuck out of my room!"
"Your room?" Chaos raised and eyebrow and looked around. He saw the many swords and shields that adorned the walls. 'Yes, this room could belong to no one else... and what a comfortable looking bed.'
"Chaos! Let go and get ou-uh....." Celtic's yelling was silenced by Chaos' mouth. Celtic was shock and disgusted. 'Gods, he has the same lips as Dark.' Celtic struggled and with his superior strength broke free. He wiped his mouth with the back out his hand and spit on the floor. He was too shocked to speak.
"Hmm hmm hmm," Chaos chuckled to himself. He ran his forefinger over his bottom lip. "Remind you of anyone? I take great pride in my body you know. You should be thankful for what I'm going to do to you," he said while making his way back to Celtic.
"Get away from me!" Celtic yelled and jumped back at Chaos's touch.
"Oh, I am starting to get tired of that line. Must I be more forceful then?"
"Get out! Get out! Get OUT!!!!"
"Silence!" Chaos waved his hand absent mindedly and no more sound came from Celtic's mouth.
Celtic turned and dashed for the door but with another wave of his hand Chaos had charmed the door with a magical lock.
Celtic turned around to face Chaos, his eyes wide. 'Leave me alone!' he yelled in his mind.
"Come on Celtic, come with me," Chaos said taking Celtic's hand.
'Yeah right!' he ripped his hand out of Chaos's grip.
Chaos's voice took on it's spell-casting tone once more, "Come!"
Celtic started following Chaos to his own bed. 'Oh gods. Umm feet, can you please go the other way..... pleeeeeease!'
Chaos stood in front of Celtic and removed the armour that protected the elf. "Now, up you get," Chaos patted the bed and Celtic, reluctant even under the spell, crawled onto his bed.
Chaos gently pushed the sitting elf down onto the bed and straddled his hips. Keeping Celtic under his control was putting him under more strain than he had anticipated. Celtic was continuously struggling to break free and for what Chaos was planning he didn't want to be under any stress. He leaned over Celtic and chanted a spell. Chains and shackles of golden light appeared around Celtic's wrists and attached themselves to the bed. He waved his hand over Celtic's ankles while repeating the spell. He then cancelled out the spell that had kept control over Celtic's body. Celtic could know move save the fact that the shackles still held him in place.
'GET OFF!' Celtic's mind screamed as he struggled under Chaos's body.
This movement aroused Chaos and he smiled, leaning down to lay a kiss upon Celtic's lips. Celtic pressed his lips together tightly and refused to do anything. They felt like Dark, Dark's sweet, soft lips. But it was so rough, nothing like Dark... than again, Dark had never tried to rape him.
Chaos used his tongue to pry open Celtic's mouth and then entered. Celtic recoiled his tongue but could do nothing else to stop Chaos from exploring the rest of his mouth. As Chaos continued the kiss his hands moved down Celtic's muscular chest and down to the hem of his pants. He grabbed the sides of Celtic's shirt, tugged them free of his pants and pulled them over his head. They slid right through the golden light that held Celtic down and found a resting place on the floor. Chaos pushed himself down so that he had access to all of Celtic's upper torso. He placed another kiss on Celtic's lips, then his neck and continued down using butterfly kisses and his tongue. He played with each of Celtic's nipples in turn. He began with the left; grazing it with his teeth, encircling it with his tongue, and then closing his lips around the now hardened tip and sucking; gently at first and then harder.
Celtic cursed his body for reacting to what Chaos was doing to him. 'Chaos you bastard... finish this if you must but stop toying with me. Be done with it already!'
Chaos finished with Celtic's other nipple, liking the response he was getting. He continued down Celtic's body using more butterfly kissing and flicking his tongue out from time to time. When he reached the hem of Celtic's pants for the second time he looked up, a scared elven face looking back at him. He smiled at Celtic and ran his fingers down the center of his baggy cream pants.
'Don't you dare!' Celtic thought to Chaos and bared his teeth.
Chaos grinned, no one had even be so resistant to his charm and he was having fun with this elf. He grabbed the sides of Celtic's pants and in one fluid motion they joined the shirt and armour on the ground. Celtic lay on the bed completely naked while Chaos took in his figure. He met Chaos's standards and then some. Chaos stroked the elf several times and frowned. 'Nothing?... after all I have do he's not the least bit aroused?... well, I will break his will.'
With a sweep of his fingers there was nothing between Celtic and himself except for Celtic's fair skin and the amazing blue that was his own.
Celtic looked up at the blue skinned mage. He was gorgeous but the sight and feeling of that mage atop him made him feel sick to his stomach. 'Dark.... HELP ME!'
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Dark had been sitting in his room pissed off at Chaos for making a move on him and hoping that his sweet elf might come see him. He finally decided, after much pacing, to go looking for Celtic himself. He headed toward the stairs.....
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Chaos repositioned himself over Celtic's hips, and lay down on top of him. He ran his hands up Celtic's chest and cupped his face. He kissed the elf again, this time exploring all of his mouth, trapping his tongue at the beginning.
All Celtic could think about was how much it felt like Dark. For a moment the thought of it being Dark over powered him and he returned the kiss, groaning into Chaos's mouth.
This caused Chaos to press his hips against Celtic's. He thought that he had broken Celtic's will.
Celtic's eyes open in a flash to see the blue eyelids that belonged to Chaos. 'This isn't Dark, what was I thinking???' He wrenched his head to the left, abruptly breaking the kiss.
For a moment Chaos was confused, and then he grew angry realising that Celtic had not given in. He looked around quickly and smiled when he found what he was searching for on Celtic's bed side table. He grabbed the small bottle of lubricant and poured some onto his hand and then coated himself with it. Next he poured out a little more and placed the bottle back on the table. He moved down between Celtic's legs and began to prepare the elf.
Celtic flinched as one of Chaos's long, slender fingers entered him. 'Gods no, somebody stop this!' Chaos added a second finger and then a third. Celtic couldn't stop himself from getting hard.
Chaos grinned at this change and welcomed it. Taking somebody was nothing like making love and though it never seemed like it, all Chaos wanted was someone to love, and for them to love him as well. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind for now, he was busy. He positioned himself, grabbed Celtic's hips and slowly entered him. Once he was fully inside he began pulling himself out and thrusting back in. 'Oh Gods, you're so tight.' Chaos gasped, not being able to keep it inside. "The first of this life am I?" he asked, sounding almost evil.
Celtic could barely stand it. It wasn't even like he was being raped. It was like Chaos and him were having sex and he just didn't want to have anything to do with it. Chaos was gentle, and sweet. He had prepared him and entered slowly, not wanting to cause pain. Celtic was continuously cursing his body for enjoying what Chaos was doing. Chaos thrusts were coming faster and harder now, and he kissed the elf again, this time with incredible passion. Celtic's body wanted to return then kiss but his mind, soul and most importantly, his heart cursed it again and did nothing. He felt Chaos grab hold of his now hard, throbbing member and began stroking it in the same rhythm as his thrusts. Celtic knew that soon he would release, but he desperately wanted not to, not for Chaos.
Chaos was close to his climax as well, several hard thrusts and he would come in the elven warrior. Just then he felt the magical lock on the door being cancelled out, and both monsters heard the door open...
"Celtic?" came a familiar voice through a half opened door.
Chaos stopped everything he was doing and Celtic strained his neck to see Dark, he was so relieved it was over.
Dark didn't notice the two naked monsters on the bed right away; Celtic's room was large and the bed was tucked away in a far corner. But after one scan of the room he saw the blue skinned duel monster, lying atop his Celtic Guardian. He noticed the golden light chains but all his mind could think of was that Celtic had betrayed him. His heart broke into pieces and his eyes began to swell with tears, "C-Celtic?"
Celtic could hear the heartbreak in Dark's voice and saw the tears in his eyes as he turned an ran, tears already running down his slender face. Celtic filled with new energy, mostly anger. He needed to get away from Chaos and get to Dark; he had to explain what had happened. He summoned all the strength we could and strained against the magical chains. He tried to call to Dark to get his attention, "........ AARK!" He was free. He shoved Chaos with all his might and smiled when he fell to the floor in a heap. "DARK!" he screamed again while pulling on all his clothes and armour. He ran up the hall and sprinted up and stairs, skipping three at a time. When he made it to Dark's door he burst in, crashing through the lock. "Dark," he looked around but he wasn't there.
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Dark bolted from Celtic's room, eyes blurry and stinging from tears. He fell over a gravestone and started to weep. 'Who was that he was with?.... blue...... Black Chaos Mage?.... Celtic and Chaos?....' He was still weeping when the another duel vibe hit the air and he felt a pull toward the field.
Hicky: There is no way to get to me. I am safe, I am safe, I am safe!
Yams: Damn straight! Now help me muse or I'll shake you like a maraca. points to a chibbi muse Just like her!
Hicky: As long as I stay in my cage!