Hicky: Heh! Hicky's in da house and she actually got an update!

Trent: About time!

Hicky: Heh! I have excuses!!! 1. I was being kept up til 3-6 AM, and on school nights too, by a certain pointy eared, red skinned monster! 2. I went through a week of depression (okay, heart ache) because of a certain pointy eared, red skinned monster! 3. I was not in a lemon writing mode, which would make this chapter hard to write!

Trent: We don't want excuses! We want chapters! You, who does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the dubbed versions!

Hicky: Thanks for the disclaimer Trent! On with the fic!!!!!!!

New Discoveries

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.

Dark put a hand behind Celtic's back and leaned forward a bit, causing the elf to slowly find his way closer to the mattress. Celtic stopped his movement with his elbow, propping himself up at barely an angle. Dark pulled away slightly and looked into Celtic eyes, not being sure if he should back off or not.

Celtic placed a little kiss on Dark's lips between every word he said. "Don't. worry. I'm. okay… and. if. ever. I. have. doubts. I'll. just. open. my. eyes. and. see. you. and. everything. will. be. alright." Celtic stopped speaking and covered Dark's lips again. He slid his arm from the bed and brought it to rest on the mage's back. He pulled ever so slightly and soon he was lying back on the mattress, one leg dangling over the side, and Dark's body warm against his.

Dark's kisses were soft and tender, and not only because he didn't want Celtic to get scared. He wanted to show Celtic how much he loved him, not how much he wanted him; that would come later. Dark lightly passed his lips over Celtic's lower lip and waited for them to part, which of coarse they did. Dark moved his tongue over the inside of Celtic's lips and over his teeth.

As Dark's tongue moved carefully into his mouth Celtic couldn't help but pull the mage closer. He moved his hand from Dark's neck and onto his hair before he pulled down hard, forcing Dark's tongue a little further in. He thought maybe he was being a little forward but he had gone a week with barely anything; he needed this badly.

Celtic's forceful pull was definitely enough to show the mage exactly what was wanted of him and he plunged his tongue deep into Celtic's mouth to find his. Dark teased with only a little contact before retreating and licking the elf's lips again.

"Dark... you're evil," Celtic said as Dark pulled away, having not even been close to completing his task. Celtic grabbed Dark's head with both his hands and kissed him roughly.

Dark's eyes went wide at Celtic's forcefulness, but he quickly recovered and took charge of the situation. He ran his tongue over every millimeter of the warrior's mouth and then moved his attention to Celtic's tongue, which was begging to be teased. Dark controlled the kiss inside Celtic's mouth but suddenly he withdrew, and waited to see if Celtic would follow.

Celtic was already too far over the edge to use any common sense, and therefore followed Dark's lead without a second thought. He only had a few moments to taste his lover's mouth before Dark's plan was set into action. As the mage closed his lips over Celtic's tongue he couldn't help but wrap his legs around Dark's.

Dark's lips curled up slightly at the sides as he felt Celtic's leg around him, pulling him closer. He flicked his tongue at the tip of Celtic's before he started to lightly suck, causing the elf to all but thrust his tongue as far into Dark's mouth as he could, loving the feeling to no end.

Celtic tugged lightly at Dark's hair, trying to tell him he wanted it harder, and the message seemed to be received. He lifted his chest into Dark's, much of his weight on his shoulders, and he made some kind of noise that resembled a moan.

With one hand on Celtic's face he used the other to roam down his clothed body until he came to the bottom of the elf's tight fitting shirt. He slipped his fingers, but not his thumb, under the fabric. He moved his hand up Celtic's abs, and the shirt came up with it.

Celtic squirmed at Dark's touch and it also made it easier for his shirt to be discarded of. Their mouths had to part ways momentarily so that the shirt could be tossed to the floor, but hurried to meet each other again. As Dark ran his hand up and down Celtic's muscled torso, the elf moved his hands to the collar of Dark's shirt and undid the first button. He let this fingers lightly move over Dark's skin as he moved to the next button and that too was undone. This, almost teasing, process was continued until Dark's shirt hung loosely open around his body. Celtic grabbed the two side and tugged hard, bring Dark's lips harder against his own. He swept his finger tips over the mage's chest and out over his shoulders, hands slipping under the fabric.

Dark rolled his shoulders and let Celtic's hands guide the sleeves away from his arms. He broke the kiss and lifted himself slightly off the warriors body. He watched, assumed, as Celtic pushed himself further onto the mattress and gave him a look that meant 'hurry up and get in'. Dark crawled over to the elf and knelt over his hips. His eyes and hands explored Celtic's chest and abs and every other thing he could see. He looked up to see a faint blush on the elf's cheeks. "You're amazing," Dark said, rather quietly, but Celtic heard, and blushed a deeper red.

"Then you're magnificent," Celtic said as he reached up and stroked Dark's cheek with his thumb. He then pulled Dark down into another kiss, full of love and passion, caring and lust. Celtic arched into Dark's body, feeling the mages arousal against his own. "Dark!" he gasped up, breaking the kiss. He hadn't meant to sound so surprised but after waiting a week he just couldn't help it.

Dark chuckled slightly under his panting breaths, but he couldn't deny how his heart had jumped. He was finally with his elf on a level of intimacy that he had been waiting for, for quite some time. Dark leaned in and kissed at Celtic's neck, and started to make a little trail down his chest.

"Oh gods!" Celtic screamed as each one of Dark's kisses became an epicenter for a wave of pleasure. He couldn't stay quiet and he was sure that every monster passing in the hall, or even in a twenty meter radius could hear him. Dark's lips were hitting all the right spots, and applying the perfect amount of pressure to each one.

Dark meandered his way down to Celtic's navel and was teasingly whirling his tongue around it. He would ever so slightly let his tongue move over the depression but never pushed in at all. But when Celtic seemed to be in control on his body and his outbursts, Dark just had to plunge in, forcing yet another scream from the elven warrior.

Celtic's head tossed back and forth against the pillows, hair whipping ever which way. It took him some time to notice that one of Dark's fingers had hooked under the hem of his pants and was running across his skin. Well, it might have been hard to notice with Dark continually delving into his navel. He felt Dark shift his weight, moving his body down, to get better access to his pants. Celtic was thankful when the mage pulled them off, relieving the painful problem that they had been causing.

Dark went to undo his own pants but his hands were beaten to the buttons. He grinned as Celtic's nimble fingers worked down the front of his black pants. He leaned over Celtic and lifted himself off the elf just long enough for Celtic to slips off not only his pants, but also the boxer he had put on not long ago. The floor was getting rather cluttered but it still had the potential to get just a bit more messy. Dark decided that it just wasn't fair that Celtic had one article of clothing on, while he had none. He took hold on the material and quickly disposed of it. Now, the floor had reached it full potential.

"What do you want Celtic?" Dark asked, wanting to make sure his elf was comfortable with anything that he were to do.

Celtic arched as Dark stroked him once and his breath caught in his throat. "I- I want you.... inside me Dark..."

Dark arched an eyebrow, slightly surprised that Celtic wanted to jump right to that, but he wasn't going to deny the request. He stretched over the body beneath him and opened a drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled around inside and finally brought out what he had been searching for.

Celtic waited as patiently as he could while he watched Dark pour out a bit of the slippery liquid onto his hand and then coated his fingers. Right after Dark had put the container onto the little table, Celtic grabbed it, apparently, without his mage noticing. He squeezed some into is own hand and waited until the perfect time to put his plan into action. He felt Dark's fingers searching for his entrance and soon one of the spell-caster's elegant fingers was making its way inside. His abs, along with every other muscle around his stomach, tightened involuntarily, but it didn't take him long to relax again.

Dark moved the solitary digit until he was sure that Celtic was ready for a second. He took more time with both fingers. He watched Celtic carefully and caught a small grimace or two, but they were gone quickly and the warrior's eyes told him that everything was fine, if not better. It was then that he suddenly stopped all movement as he felt a hand close around his length. He saw a little smirk on Celtic's lips and he could only guess that his sneaky little elf had decided to help the process along by coating him.

Celtic moved him hand over all of Dark's hard member. The mage was having a time working on his task and on several occasions he pushed his fingers in harder than he had planned to, but Celtic didn't seem to care about that. He threw his head back as a third finger found its way into his body. After a few moments he released Dark, a signal that he was ready.

Dark caught on and moved into a better position. He leaned over Celtic, and pushed in a little ways. As Celtic cried out he covered the elf's mouth with his, turning it into a passionate kiss. Dark moved deeper into the warrior's body, earning many moans and little cries.

Celtic felt barely any pain. Maybe it was because Dark was so gentle; maybe it was because after 5000 years, you get use to the feeling. When he knew Dark was fully inside him, he leaned forward and kissed him again, long enough for his body to become accustom to the very welcome intrusion. He rocked his hips into Dark's and waited for the mage to pick up on the hint.

Dark smiled and pulled out until he was almost free of Celtic's tight channel, but then thrust back in; a strong, fluid thrust. He moaned at the feeling of being inside the monster that he loved so much, and had for so long. Again he pulled out and thrust back in, this time hitting Celtic in that particular bundle of nerves causing him to scream out for the seventy-somethingth time. Soon Celtic was matching him thrust for thrust, causing all the sensations to almost double.

It seemed like an eternity of bliss, but soon both monster were teetering on the edge of release. Dark drew out for one final, hard thrust. Celtic and Dark called out each other's name, or as much of them as they could, as they came at the same time. Dark collapsed on top of his elf, bodies panting heavily and covered in sweat. Dark summoned up enough strength to pull out of Celtic before going back to lying atop him. Celtic grabbed the blankets and cocooned their bodies in them. The two kissed before drifting off to sleep, but Dark had to make one quick statement.

"You are really loud..."

"Shut it..."

deet

Luster sat in a comfortable chair next to his desk. Gaia swung his feet back and forth from where he sat, on top of the desk.

"What are you looking for?" Gaia asked as Luster opened and searched his drawers.

"I'm not sure really. You see, I just have this odd feeling that I need to find something."

"Right..." Gaia leaned over to peek inside the open drawer.

"Gaia! Don't be a snoop!"

"What? I'm not... really... heh, what are those?" Gaia pointed to a number of folded papers.

"I don't know... They aren't mine...." Luster replied as he picked them up. They ware in his desk, so he did have the right to look. He read over the first few lines in his head. "Oh my..."

"What? What is it?" Gaia asked impatiently.

"Well, it's a poem... it goes;

To think that you are in my mind
a perfect thing to see.
But when I see you face to face
you are too much for me.
To think that a fantasy could be
beaten down by truth.
And the side I approach you with
is terribly uncooth.
If you knew the truth behind
the way I feel for you.
And not the awful things that I
cannot help but do.
Fore both of us love you more than
either would allow.
We fight a constant battle for
your heart... even now
....."

"Did you write that?"

"No... if I had I would have remembered it... it's by... Chaos!?"

"Chaos????!" Gaia shouted in surprise as he moved quickly to see the name. "Oh my gods.... but he couldn't... he's not a poem writing, secret admirer, shy kinda monster... he's- he's Chaos!"

"I'm just as surprised as you... what do you think these lines mean: Fore both of us love you more than either would allow. We fight a constant battle for your heart... even now.?" Luster's brow furrowed as he pondered over his question.

"Chaos versus Celtic?" Gaia ask wondered aloud.

"But they aren't fight for Dark... Celtic already has Dark... I just don't get it... he's nothing like himself in these..." Luster said as he scanned another poem. "Ra in heaven!"

"What?! Let me see!" Gaia was handed the poem, which he read. He looked up at Luster. "Infused? Live in me?.... what the hell?... Luster, snap out of it!" Gaia waved his hand in front of the ritual monster's gauzy eyes.

Luster grabbed Gaia's wrist. "Gaia, remember when I was created... remember what Yami said? When light and darkness are infused, chaos is born..."

"Riiight.... but why did he use that big speech for you? You aren't Chaos."

"And I'm quite glad about that. But he didn't mean 'Chaos', he meant..." Luster paused as he thought about what exactly the word 'chaos' meant. "... a confused mass or mixture, I suppose anyways... since rituals are comprised of mixtures of other monsters..."

"So... you're an infusion of light and darkness?"

"Yes, and Chaos is as well-"

"But you're sane!"

Luster chuckled. "There is something odd about Chaos, but it isn't insanity.... in these poems he sounds so weak and innocent... but when we see him, he's... well, you know..."

"A sex crazed asshole?"

"Pretty much... I think we need to talk to Master Yami about this..."

Hicky: Heh! Look at that! I did it!

Trent, Rae and Leebub: AFTER THREE WEEKS! (it was that long right?)

Hicky: Hehehe he, yeah.... But now I can write the good stuff!

Trent: this wasn't good stuff?

Hicky: This was a filler and a Rabid Fan Reader pleaser.