Hicky: Okay! I'm slightly calmer than I was at the end of my last chapter!
Trent: Slightly... Hicky doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or the song "Stay"... she does however own the two pieces of poetry... her and her friends also have something to say.
Hicky: Uhuh... you see, a reviewer or two, or three, were wondering exactly why practically every male monster in this fic is gay... well, we have two reasons... Number one:
Leebub: In the real world, the one we live in, we think that the female to male ratio is about 1.5 : 1.0... sound about right?
Yams: And in the real world 10% of the population are lesbian, gay or bisexual.
Rae: And in the Shadow Realm the female to male ratio is like 3 or 4 : 1.
Hicky: So it only makes sense that there would be a higher percentage of gay monsters in the Shadow Realm based on the fact that there just aren't enough women.
Leebub and Rae: look at each other and nod And it's not like they have to make baby monsters!
Hicky: nod nod True, true... they don't have the 'keep the race going' thing programmed into them because they live forever.
Leebub: And monsters take after their masters sometimes-
Rae: And Yugi and Yami are both gay... they are! What? You don't think so? Well, you're wrong!
Hicky: Calm down Rae... anyway. Since I'm focussing on monsters who's masters live in the gay capital of the anime world, Domino, and are also only a handful in the whole world of Duel Monsters, I think that slightly justifies the yaoi goodness.
Yams: What was number 2?
Rae and Leebub: It's her fic and she is as yaio obsessed as we are!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One Week
Over the next week quite a lot had happened. Luster had found that once he was kicked out his room it wasn't so bad. Considering he had fingered out where Gaia's room was. Luster had been taking it slow, well, he wasn't going past kissing yet.
Gaia had practically done a complete flip with his sexuality. He had done a little bit of soul searching but found that it was too hard of work, and that he'd just go with the flow. What he had come up before giving up was that he had been almost overly straight before... and he never had had a girlfriend. He considered the over straightness to be a mask, but didn't give it much more time.
flashback
"GET OUT I SAID!" Chaos shoved Luster out of their room.
"I'm going! I'm going!" Luster rested against the wall for a while. "Oh, bloody hell. I'm not just staying here." Off Luster went in search of a certain monster. As he turned the corned, after coming down a flight of stairs he caught a glimpse of dark grey skin. He smiled at Gaia's loose jeans that looked like they'd fall off any moment, the waist line at about the top of his thighs. A long muscle shirt hung on his shoulders, hiding almost all of Gaia's boxers. 'What a punk...' Luster thought as he picked up his pace.
Gaia had gone into his room and then lightly pushed the door, expecting it to close on it's own as he made his way in the direction of his bed. When no sound of a closing door could be heard he turned to see it slightly ajar. His eyes followed the edge down until it came to the reason the door was still open. A black boot tip could just been seen. Within seconds the door was swung open and there stood the green skinned ritual monster.
Luster let his muscled body fall lightly against the door frame, a little smirk playing at his lips. "Hello there handsome."
Blood flowed into two places; one being his cheeks. With his dark skin the blushed showed purple and barely noticeable. "Luster, I'm not..."
Luster tossed his long, fiery hair and entered the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He took several long strides to bring himself within arms length of the horseman. He brought his hand up and ran the back of his fingers down Gaia's cheek. "But, you are..."
Gaia would have lapped up the compliments for hours but something deep within him took over and he hit Luster's lips hard with his own. His hands found places on Luster's back quickly and pulled him hard into his body.
Luster moaned into Gaia's mouth. He couldn't believe how fast Gaia had changed. He was even trying to be in control of their kiss. But not for long. Luster's tongue travelled over Gaia's lower lip, not to ask for entrance, but only to tell the warrior that he was the one in charge. His tongue was met immediately by Gaia's. The warrior seemed to be playing with him, almost trying to force the intrusion back into it's owner's mouth. As their game continued Luster began small steps toward the bed, Gaia much to focussed to notice.
Gaia's hands had long since left their stationary spots on Luster's back and were now gripping tightly at the ritual monster's hair. Suddenly he felt something against the back of his legs and in another second he was falling back onto his bed. Luster's body crushed against his with the impact. Their kiss continued, building as time went on. Neither were tiring, even with their fast, irregular breathing. Gaia rolled Luster onto his back and let his legs fall to either side of Luster's.
The green-skinned warrior pushed his hands down Gaia's back and over his ass. He grabbed as Gaia explored his mouth, pulling him hard against his own arousal.
After an excessive amount of kissing, and touching the two warriors broke apart, lips tingling. Gaia traced his finger over his sensitive lips. "It still feels like you," he said.
Luster smiled up at Gaia. "It feels good, hn?"
Gaia lazily dropped beside the ritual, now noticing that they were both panting heavily. "Yes, if feels... wonderful..." He ran a hand up and down Luster's well muscled abdomen.
end flashback
Chaos had kicked Luster out about once a day. He would go straight for the shower, not being able to stand the way his hair was. It just reminded him of everything 'he' had done, and it was enough to drive him mad. With his only time as himself in his room he had nothing but Black Chaos's memories to look through to see what was going on. Unfortunately many of these memories were of subtle torture to the elven warrior, and constant, obvious come-ons to the purple-clad mage. He could remember exactly how Celtic had looked when 'he' had given him a look. A look that meant both, 'I was good wasn't I?' and 'your lover's mine'.
Celtic had given him a look of utter fear and undying hatred. Chaos crumbled at the thoughts. He couldn't help but feel all that hatred hitting only him, forgetting that he had no control when his other self took over. He curled up in his bed, wearing nothing but his translucent black robe. Again he turned to his poetry, his only outlet. First he let all he anger towards his other self flow onto the page.
If words could only kill;
If writing were a weapon;
If thoughts could give you pain;
You would no longer be.
If you did not exist;
If I could be alone;
If we were not infused;
I could be happy.
If you would let me speak;
If you weren't so strong;
If you would just step back;
You could live in me.
Chaos
Other days were filled with thoughts of the Dark Magician and they always found their way into a poem.
From far away I see you walk;
tall and proud and strong.
From far away you are a lord,
with looks so far from wrong.
But as you close the distance,
each stride to bring you nearer.
I see that the lord is gone,
and had never truly been.
Fore now the man that stands before me,
is a type so rarely seen.
You, the one who surpasses princes,
who makes strong kings look frail.
You, who makes a god seem nothing,
are a sweet, and gorgeous fairy tale.
Chaos
Chaos lay back and took a pillow in his arms. He held it tightly, body beginning to shake. He buried his face into the soft pillow. Memories plagued his mind. Memories in which he saw through Black Chaos's eyes. Saw his own hands touching Dark's shoulders, or his face, and being slapped away. A sting of remembrance formed where Dark had last slapped him hard, so very hard. When he finally lifted his head from the pillow it was drenched with salty tears. He looked to his two poems. He picked them up and went over to his hiding place. He gently placed the two pages with he other. With a little time left to be himself he picked up his staff and practiced a few moves with it.
deet
Celtic had stayed a little more distant from Dark, not wanting to have to see the want in his eyes. Dark was so sweet and so considerate. And when Yami barged in screaming-
flashback
Dark ran his thumb over Celtic's lips when the door to his room swung open fast and in the doorway stood a very angry looking pharaoh. Celtic and Dark looked up from their places on the floor.
"What in the name of Ra was that little stunt all about?!" Yami screamed, looking directly at Celtic.
Celtic curled into Dark's body. He looked up at the pharaoh, eyes a little shaky.
"I expect an answer elf!" Yami said, loud and coldly.
"I-I-I-"
"Yami!" Dark said in a flat tone. "Calm yourself!"
"This has nothing to do with you mage. Celtic broke the rules-"
"And I suppose turning to Master Yugi, as I did, did not break the rules?"
Yami opened his mouth to speak but stopped. "Fine! You both broke the rules, numerous times, in one duel... and I demand an explanation!" Yami stepped into the room and closed the door with rather a lot of force.
Celtic curled up closer to his mage. He could hear Dark gently cooing into his ear, careful not to touch him with his lips.
"I'm waiting!"
Dark looked back up. "Thing have happen here, in the Shadow Realm... Terrible things..." Dark looked to Celtic who sniffed a couple of times, not letting himself cry, not again.
Yami too looked to Celtic. "What has happened?"
"Chaos," Celtic whimper, his face pressed to Dark's chest, ears drooping slightly.
"Dark Magician?" Yami asked now confused.
Dark asked Celtic, "Shall I tell him? We can go somewhere else, if you'd like..."
"It's okay... I'll go to my room. You can talk to him here," Celtic replied getting up.
Yami was about to stop Celtic from leaving but a stern look from the mage stopped him. Once Celtic had left Yami looked at Dark. "What's happened here?"
"That ass of a ritual you created! That's what!" Dark said, his voice raising.
Yami was confused. Could Chaos really have done something so terrible that it had effected both Celtic and Dark so much. "What? What has he done?"
"You created a rapist Yami... and he went for Celtic..." Dark turned his back to the pharaoh. It wasn't easy to think about what had happen, let alone explain it.
"He raped Celtic?"
"Yes! Didn't you hear me the first time?! Dammit! And in Celtic's own room... I walked in, saw them... my eyes believed something that my heart couldn't.... I ran, thinking the worst... that's when the duel started..."
Yami walked up and placed a hand on the tall monster's shoulder.
Dark swept Yami's hand away. "I don't want your comfort."
"I should have known something had to have happen for you and Celtic to have broken the rules... I'll deal with Chaos soon-"
"Soon? Soon?! Why not now?" Dark asked, turning to face the pharaoh.
"You and I both know what kind of person he was... he needs time to adjust... and I have to find out what happened. I hate to ask this of you, but will you keep and eye on him?"
"Why not... he's always seeking me out..." Dark sighed. All he wanted was his elf...
"Still?"
"Oh, and you don't." Dark caught Yami blushing. "Your a fool around pretty men you know that?"
"Not just men..."
"Women?"
"Oh Ra! No! I mean, teenage boys..." Yami looked at the ground.
Dark cocked his head to the side. "You know... Kaiba thinks you're hot... oh, right... you have to go wipe his mind clean.... He knows a bit about the Shadow Realm..."
"Huh? Kaiba's gay?"
"Oh hohoho, yeah. He even thinks Yugi's sexy."
"He won't have my chipmunk!" Yami said, quite sternly.
"Easy Yami, easy. I get it... have you told him?"
"Ummm, I have to go... think about what to do about Chaos," Yami said, changing the subject.
Dark chuckled as Yami left the Shadow Realm, fading away slowly.
end flashback
Dark had worked on his musical device for Celtic. It had taken ages but the elf's reaction was worth it. His clueless look as he examined the machine buzzing with magic. There were some things that Celtic didn't understand, such as the volume knob. Dark was thankful for the sound system adds in the magazines, they were very helpful. Once Celtic had figured out how to work the system his eyes had started to sparkle and his ears perked up. To get a song Celtic had to just think of what kind he wanted to hear, or the specific song. He had found a few favorites over the week.
Even with trying to avoid Dark he loved that music and Dark wouldn't let it leave his room. Celtic was forced up there quite a bit, but he also told Dark to leave. He was self-conscious about his singing along and his dancing. It was hard to believe considering Dark had watched him at the dance. Celtic felt his whole body get warm with embarrassment if he was caught, or if he felt like he was being watched. He now connected that feeling to what Mystical Elf had said about mages being able to see things in their minds. He could have be very angry with Dark's spying but he hadn't brought it up. He was saving it for blackmail... just in case he wanted something one day.
Celtic made his way up to Dark's room again. He didn't knock, just walked in. Dark had taken down the barrier on the day Yami had started screaming at him, and had left it down. Celtic's ears picked up the faint sound of water running. He went over to the bathroom door. Yes, it was the bath. He put his hand on the knob and closed his eyes tight, plastering a huge smile on his face. He swung the door partially open and popped his head in. "HI DARK!" he screamed before retreating just as quickly as he had come. He chuckled as he hear a 'what the?' followed by a combination of a crash and a splash. Dark had fallen into his bath.
Celtic walked over to the musical device which he had dubbed his 'Elf-Bop' and picked a song to start singing along with, while moving his body to the beat with skill. After about six song he heard the bathroom door opening and out walked Dark, in nothing but a loose hanging towel.
"Cute stunt you pulled..." Dark said to the now still elf. He walked over to get some clothes and proceeded to get dressed, pulling his boxers up under his towel, and letting it fall to the ground just before he was done. Dark put this arms into his shirt sleeve and raised them high over his head, letting the fabric tumble down his body like a waterfall, and also giving Celtic a good look at his smooth skin.
Celtic step backwards as he watched, plunking onto the bed when he felt it against his legs. "Sing for me," he half asked, half told.
Dark looked at Celtic rather taken back. "You want me to sing?" Celtic nodded at him. "What?"
"Whatever you want." A big smile brighten his face even further.
Dark sighed. "...Anything, for you..." Dark went over to the 'Elf-Bop' and thought of what kind of song he wanted to sing to.
Celtic sat fidgeting, waiting for Dark to start his song. His hand were clasped in his lap, as he rocked slightly, back and forth.
"Okay," Dark said taking a deep breath as the song started.
"Ever since you came, and took my heart away,
I knew everything would work out fine. Oh yeah..."
Celtic knew the words were not Dark's own, but the look in his eyes, and the way he looked at him showed that he meant every word of what he sang.
"I'm not the kind of guy, that thinks that I should I should own you.
I don't think that's how love was meant to be.
....
I'm not the kind of guy who moves into things to quickly,
I like to play the game nice and slow.
Ever since you came, you knocked me off my feet.
I knew that I could never let you go."
Celtic could feel his heart beating faster, could practically hear it. Dark's eyes, looking directly into his as he sang those words was enough to make him melt.
Dark took a few steps forward and crouched down to bring his face to Celtic's level. He looked him right in the eyes as he stroked Celtic's green-blond hair.
"Stay, stay with me forever, forever, baby.
Cause I can love if you just promise me..."
With his heart beating in his ears and his eyes quickly roaming over Dark's face over and over, he could hold it back no longer.
Dark looked lovingly at his elf. It had been a week since he had last kissed him, and each day it was harder to resist. With his determination to hold his promise slipping he started to pull away from Celtic, but something stopped him.
Celtic placed both of his hands along Dark's jaw and cupped his face. He brought his face closer, and closer. He tilted to the side ever so slightly as he placed his lips on Dark's.
At first Dark did nothing. He let Celtic's lips move over his for a few moments before he kissed Celtic back. He had to suppress his pent up lust, letting Celtic decide what the limits were.
Celtic brought one of his hands to the back of Dark's neck and pulled him harder against his lips. Any memories of Chaos were drowned in pure euphoria.
Hicky: So? What did you think?
Trent: is doing the 'making out in a corner' bit
Hicky: Oo Riiiiggggghhhhhtttttt...... What about all you peeps?
Rae: I wanna lemon! I want one now!
Leebub: Give me Dark/Celtic lemons or give me.... other yaoi lemons!
Hicky: Hehehe, I wuv you guys! Rae, Leebub and Hicky group hug
Rae and Leebub: And scary, stalker reviewers should stay away....
Hicky: EEP! remembers the review of countless 'waits'