Disclaimer – Still don't own them . . . Santa either missed my letter, or I've been a naughty girl. Aww hell . . . naughty is more fun anyway, right?
Author's Notes – Another chapter . . . unfortunately far behind schedule. I wanted this done and the last chapter posted on Christmas Day. Dang it! Ah well, I'll just post late and let you all enjoy it anyway. Merry Christmas!
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LadyGrey – My most loyal reviewer – glad you love it hun. Sleep is a good thing, by the way. Reviews like yours keep me writing, because I get SUCH a kick out of them. You have no idea how hard you had me laughing! Luv you hun, and I hope you continue to enjoy reading my stuff as much as I enjoy writing it. Hell, you're so loyal, I might even do a fic for you. Just tell me what you want : )
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Ken-z – Of course I'm going to drag it out the full twelve days. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun if I didn't! Beside . . . torturing these two is far too amusing for me. I'm having the time of my life here!
MarikIshtar77 - bows thank you, thank you. I understand the Christmas rush, trust me. Been there, done that . . . 27 years of it, in fact. Oy, am I really that old? Yeck . . . remind me to forget my age sometime – it's disturbing when I remember it.
Nelly –Bakura is stubborn because . . . well, because he's Bakura, and I love him far too much. He just has to be an asshole . . . it's in his genetic makeup.
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And now, on with the story!
Chapter 9 – On the Ninth Day of Christmas – Nine Shots Later
The sun was already well into the sky when Yugi awoke the next morning. He was thrown off a bit by the presence of a warm body beside him . . . Yami's absence over the last few days from their usually shared bed had forced him into a lonely sleeping pattern. But Yami had joined him last night, the two of them cuddling together as they drifted off to sleep.
Actually, it had more been Yami cuddling with him, which was definitely not normal. Usually Yami, as the taller, older, and more mature of the two held him until he fell asleep, and then fell asleep afterwards. But the emotional turmoil of the last few days had obviously taken it's toll on his dark self . . . Yami had been the first to fall asleep, with his head cradled on Yugi's shoulder, his light lightly massaging his scalp and back to ease some of the tenseness.
Now, he turned over to stare at the peaceful features of the man lying beside him, and smiled softly before running a fingertip down his dark's arching cheekbone. So much pain lay underneath that peaceful face right now . . . and the party was tonight. He knew it would be rough on his dark to be in the same area as Bakura right now, but Yami had made his decision and they would go.
Sighing, he rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb his still slumbering guardian as he crept from the room. His stomach was rumbling . . . he needed to eat. He was glad that the store was closed today . . . that gave them more time before facing what was coming tonight.
In the middle of cooking some eggs up for himself, there was a knock on the back door. Yugi glanced at it curiously . . . who would be stopping by at nine in the morning? Slipping the pan off to one side, he strode over to the door and opened it, surprised to find Joey standing on the stoop.
"Hey, Joey," he murmured, stepping aside in a silent invitation for the blonde to come in. He looked his tall friend over carefully . . . was it just him, or did Joey seem to be nervous?
"Yug," he replied by way of greeting, shrugging out of his coat and draping it over the back of the kitchen chair. "I wanted to talk to you . . . if you've got a moment." Amethyst eyes glanced at him curiously before Yugi decided this was apparently serious enough that his eggs and rumbling stomach would have to wait.
"Sure, Joey," he said, shutting the stove off. "What's up?" Joey shifted uneasily, amber eyes finding the floor suddenly very interesting as he was unable to meet the smaller youth's eyes. How was he supposed to say this? Finally, he just gave up with words. Stepping forward until he was toe to toe with Yugi he leaned down . . . and kissed him.
Amethyst eyes widened as the blonde's lips gently caressed his own, standing stock still as Joey pulled back and blushed furiously.
"I . . . uh . . ." Joey began, then stopped and took a deep breath. "This business with Yami made me really think, and I sort of came to the realization that I'm gay," he murmured finally. "Thing is . . . I think I'm in love with you, Yugi. I think I have been for awhile now . . . I've just been in denial." He shrugged slightly, shifting uneasily at the continuing shocked silence of the smaller youth. "Holding Yami the other day . . . even if it was just to make that dumbass Bakura jealous, made me realize which way I swing. I . . . would kinda like to give it a try between us . . ."
The amber eyes looked up, and a grin began to spread at the flushed, happy face Yugi had turned up towards him. He grunted when the smaller body impacted with his own, Yugi hugging him tightly as he burrowed into the arms Joey wrapped around him in bemusement.
"I'd like that too, Joey," Yugi murmured. "I didn't want to say anything to you . . . because you were still unsure about your . . . inclinations." He blushed furiously when a low chuckle came from behind them, near the kitchen door. He turned his head, still buried in the blonde's embrace, and amethyst eyes widened as he spied Yami lounging against the doorway, a peaceful expression on the otherwise worn face.
"I had wondered when the two of you would approach each other," Yami said, stepping forward as Joey stiffened, suddenly nervous. The blonde eyed the former Pharaoh warily . . . this was the hardest part of finally approaching Yugi. Yami, while being a great friend, was also Yugi's guardian. If he didn't approve . . . or if Joey made one wrong move that hurt Yugi . . . well, he didn't really want to contemplate the consequences.
Yami saw that nervousness, and smiled slightly before nodding his head and taking a chair at the table.
"Relax, Joey," he murmured, crimson meeting amber solemnly. "I have no problems with this arrangement. Rather, I am happy for you and my aibou. I know you will never hurt him intentionally . . . and you understand the nature of the bond between him and I better than most. There will be no jealousy issues with you, as there could have been with someone who did not know us as well." Joey let out a rather loud sigh of relief, to which both Yugi and Yami chuckled slightly.
"Thanks, Yami," he replied, loosening his hold on Yugi slightly. "I have ta admit . . . I was worried."
"Obviously," the dark said, a slight tinge of humor coloring his voice.
"Yami, be nice," Yugi said admonishingly, shaking his head at his irrepressible dark. Yami's grinned widened, and he raised one hand in a symbol of surrender. His smile widened as the newly formed couple parted, Yugi returning to his eggs as Joey sank into a chair across from him at the table.
"I'm happy for the two of you, really," he murmured, reaching across to lay a hand on Joey's arm. "I am glad that someone's love life is working out so well." Amber eyes darkened at the reminder of Yami's own love life problems, and he shifted uneasily.
"Yami," he started, and then paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Bakura . . ." He stopped when the former Pharaoh held up one hand imperiously.
"Say no more, Joey," he said softly, the crimson eyes darkening at the mention of his unrequited love. "What lies between Bakura and myself . . . is between the two of us alone. Do not worry about it . . . what will be, will be. He's made his decision . . . and I will survive it. It is only my heart, after all. I still have my friends, and my aibou. That will be enough."
Joey sighed, patting the hand on his arm gently and maintaining his silence. He'd been planning on telling Yami about the confrontation between him and the Tomb Robber yesterday evening . . . but it seemed Yami wasn't ready. Besides, as he had said . . . it was between the two of them. He only hoped Bakura pulled his head out of his ass soon . . . before it was too late to heal the damage between them.
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Rolling over, only half awake, Bakura froze as he came in contact with another warm body. Confused for a moment, he blinked oddly before remembering the events of the previous day. Sighing, he slid out of the bed, turning as he stood to look down at his pure light.
This had been a first for both of them . . . the first time either of them had trusted the other close enough to touch, close enough to hurt. This sickening foolishness with Yami had opened the floodgates of his own pent-up emotions, emotions he could have sworn he'd discarded long ago. It was terribly annoying . . . and yet, at the same time, it made him feel oddly free of the constraints his past had forced him to place upon his soul.
But now, he'd also opened himself up to pain, which is what he'd really wanted to avoid all along. The pain of his horrible past and the terrible things he had seen, the torment of the things he had done in his misguided quest for power and vengeance. Those, however, were a dull ache now when compared to the pain of what lie between him and Yami.
Tonight was his final chance . . . if he couldn't make things right at the party, then he would never be able to. He would never be allowed to get close to the Pharaoh again.
Heading for the bathroom, he slipped out of the jeans and shirt he'd fallen asleep in, turning the water on to heat as he stared into the mirror. This was what he had become . . . no longer the cold, heartless bastard that was the enemy of the Pharaoh. He could barely equate the image in the mirror with what he knew of his own soul. Those red-brown eyes that had locked in battle with garnet orbs so many times, across the dueling field and in simple day to day life, had lost the steely glint that warned others not to approach. There was a softness there, deep within their depths . . . a softness caused by Yami.
Stepping into the shower, he hoped only that the day would pass quickly . . . and that the night would prove to be successful in his bid to win the Pharaoh as his for eternity.
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Yami lounged against one wall, watching the moving crowd of party-goers with weary, leaden eyes. He had yet to have seen Bakura, and he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Honesty required him to admit that he wanted to see the white haired thief . . . even if it hurt him to do so.
He'd stuck with leather tonight, while Yugi had chosen black slacks and a black dress shirt. He hadn't really given a thought to what to wear . . . his black leather pants and his buckled shirt were what he was most comfortable in, so that was what he had worn. With belts in place, his duel deck snugly in it's deck box at his hip, he was as comfortable as he was going to get . . . especially considering the circumstances.
Garnet eyes watched as the tall, lanky millionaire CEO of Kaiba Corp. made his way through the crowd. He had yet to have actually come face to face with the man . . . a blessing, in his opinion. Kaiba had his head so far up his ass about magic that he couldn't see the light of day if he really tried, and it irritated Yami to no end, especially when his rival had been confronted with Shadow Magic a good dozen or more times. That the man could be that stubborn was no surprise . . . that he could deny reality to that extent was frightening in someone who claimed to be so logical.
They had been there an hour so far, and few questions had actually been asked about the startling resemblance between himself and his aibou. Of course, Yugi had wanted to introduce him as the true King Of Games, but he'd told Yugi the title was rightfully his. It had been him doing most of the dueling, yes . . . but it had been Yugi's heart that had fueled the deck and allowed him to win. By right's, the title was Yugi's. Besides, he didn't miss it . . . he rather liked being able to duel for fun alone without people challenging him left and right for his title.
He stiffened as he caught a glimpse of white hair in the crowd, but relaxed when it proved to be someone wearing a wig. He shook his head wryly, amused and annoyed that he was so jumpy about seeing Bakura again. What was done was done . . . Bakura didn't love him, and he would simply have to accept that fact. His heart, what was left of it, was Yugi's anyway . . . and that was a love he would never lose.
Speaking of his aibou . . . Crimson eyes glanced over the dance floor, taking in the taller blonde who held his aibou like precious glass in his arms. He shook his head again, a slight quirk of lips gracing his aquiline features. That was something Joey was going to have to get over . . . Yugi wouldn't appreciate being treated as breakable for very long.
He supposed his room and his bed were going to start seeing more use after all . . . he'd have to resign himself to sleeping alone again eventually. Of course, he'd been hoping they would see more use for other reasons . . .
Sighing, he shoved that thought out of his head, intent on not dwelling on his crumbled dreams for the night. This was a party, and he really should be enjoying it, not mourning what would never be.
Behind him, also lurking in the shadows, a pair of red-brown eyes watched him intently. Pale hands clenched into fists when Yami jumped slightly after spying the wig-wearing idiot, but he restrained himself from punching the nearby wall. He and Ryou had arrived not long after Yugi and Yami had, and he'd spent the entire time so far awaiting an opportunity to approach the Pharaoh. Unfortunately, it seemed his nerves weren't up to it yet, because he kept finding excuses not to do so.
Of course, he also doubted Yami would welcome his company right now, especially with that kind of reaction to just seeing white hair. With a low growl, he stalked off towards the bar to find some liquid courage . . . maybe after he had a good buzz, his idiotic nerves would back off and let him do this.
You still haven't done it yet, have you? Ryou asked from the other side of the room, watching his yami wind his way through the crowd to the bar. Bakura . . .
I'm working on it! he snapped in reply, signaling the bartender for some attendance. It's not exactly a walk through the Valley of Kings. He sensed Ryou's sigh, and sent a growl back in reply before downing the shot of tequila, wincing as it burned through his throat and hit his stomach like a lava burst. Three more shots, and he was doing rather well . . . until Kaiba showed up, that was.
"Ryou . . ." Kaiba said, leaning against the bar next to him. "You're not old enough to drink." Bakura turned and snarled up at him before downing his fifth shot.
"I am not my hikari, jackass," he growled, signaling for another shot. "Ryou's over with the gaggle of teenagers across the room." He glanced up to find blue eyes staring down at him in shock, and rolled his eyes before turning to face the man head on. "Problem, Kaiba?"
"First Yugi has a look-a-like, now Ryou," the taller man murmured, blinking rapidly. "What the hell . . ."
"I can't explain why the Pharaoh and I look so much like our hosts," Bakura said with a shrug. "Or rather, why our hosts look so much like us. It's not like they're our reincarnations or anything . . . we would have to have been dead and our souls passed on to the afterlife for that." He gestured to himself, the Ring flashing into existence around his neck as he did so. "My soul was trapped in this, as Yami's was in the Puzzle . . . so reincarnations our hikari's are not." Kaiba had jumped when the Ring appeared, a detail that did not escape the former thief's attention.
"Still nervous around Shadow Magic, Kaiba?" he murmured, stepping forward. The brunette flinched, but held his ground. "One day your going to have to wake up and face reality, priest."
"Don't call me that," Kaiba whispered, his eyes glued on the Ring. Bakura rolled his eyes. He was starting to feel the effects of the tequila now, and he was suddenly in the mood to play.
"Call you what, Seto? Priest? It's what you were . . . back in my time. Just as stuck up as you are today, too. Of course, back then you and Yami were something more akin to friends than you are now." He reached up and ran a pale finger down the man's cheek, smirking when the sapphire eyes widened slightly at the unexpected touch. Play time, however, was cut short by a sudden movement in the crowd behind him.
Yami, having seen Bakura engaged in conversation with Kaiba, had moved to intervene. Unlike himself, Bakura was much more prone to sending people who annoyed him into the Shadow Realm on a moment's notice, and Kaiba's lack of belief in who they were . . . and who they had been . . . annoyed him at the best of times.
The caress, however, caught him off guard, and sent a stabbing pain through his heart. Having failed with him, now Bakura was going after Kaiba? He staggered backwards, clenching his hands into fists as crimson eyes closed with pain, whirling on one heel to leave. He wove through the crowd absently, gasping slightly as he tried to fight back the pain in his heart at having been so easily forgotten by the thief he had unfortunately come to love.
Swearing under his breath, Bakura left off his game with Seto to go after Yami, growling when an arm grabbed his shoulder and stopped him from going anywhere.
"Let . . . go . . ." he snarled, turning around to glare at Kaiba threateningly.
"Tell me who you are . . . " Seto demanded. In response, Bakura flipped him off.
"You already know the answer to that, if you would just pull your head out of your ass," he snapped, and then stalked off into the crowd, following the trail Yami had left.
Ryou . . . he called. Did you see Yami?
What did you do this time? his hikari asked, voice tinged with annoyance. Bakura growled under his breath, sending his anger down through the link and feeling it impact against the younger boys mind like a sledge-hammer.
Just tell me where he is, he snarled.
He went out the door . . . said something about needing some air . . . Ryou whispered. Unknown to Bakura, more than just anger had come through the link . . . there had been desperation, pain, and sorrow in that mix as well. He wondered what was going on . . . and hoped desperately that everything would turn out all right in the end.
Bakura stalked out the doors, swearing to himself when he couldn't find any sign of the Pharaoh. Sighing, he tapped into the Ring to track the Puzzle . . . which, of course, would be a great big 'The Thief Is Following You' sign to someone as sensitive to Shadow Magic as Yami was. It couldn't be helped though . . . he was not going to let Yami continue to think he didn't love him. Not if he valued what little sanity he had left, that was.
He planned what he was going to say the entire time he stalked the former Pharaoh . . . up until the moment when he actually found him, at which point every single thing he'd been planning to say died before it reached his lips.
Just as he found Yami, the former Pharaoh threw a punch into one wall, leaving a bloody smear as he pulled back and did it again. The crimson eyes were wild, and glowed with an eerie inner anger that drew Bakura like a moth to a flame, even as Yami wound up for another punch. He intercepted the fist in one pale hand, using it to turn the Pharaoh around before using his body to pin that lithe, leather-clad frame to the wall.
"Let . . . me . . . go," Yami snarled. His breath hitched in his chest as the pale thief brought his bleeding hand up to Bakura's mouth, just before the thief's tongue darted out to caress the split flesh, licking up the blood there with a warm, wet caress. "Bakura . . ." he groaned, the gesture sending fire shooting through him to his groin as he suppressed the shudder that threatened to tear through him.
"Delicious," the pale man whispered, moving the hand aside before leaning in closer. "Absolute perfection . . ."
"Tomb Robber . . ." Yami growled, but his voice lacked the conviction of anger. There was longing there . . . a longing that was quickly fulfilled as Bakura pressed his lips against Yami's, stifling the moan that movement elicited as one pale hand crept down to the trim waist, resting there possessively as he tasted the Pharaoh.
Yami shivered as the thief's tongue dipped into his warm cavern, teasing his own muscle into play and making the anger and pain of a moment ago nothing more than a vile dream. He mewled slightly when those lips left his, only to trail over his jaw and down the sensitive skin of his neck to lay a kiss, accompanied by a soft nip, to the thin flesh just below his right ear.
His knees suddenly buckled when one pale hand caressed him through the tightening leather of his pants, the only thing holding him up suddenly being the lithe, muscular body pressed against him.
"Oh Ra," he whispered hoarsely, feeling Bakura's teeth working on the choker around his throat.
"You . . . wear . . . far too many . . . of these things," Bakura growled softly, finally getting the choker undone. Admittedly, it would have been easier with his hands, but those were otherwise occupied in other places on the Pharaoh's body at the moment, and he was reluctant to move them. The last thing he wanted right now was Yami coming back to his right mind.
Maybe saying the words was difficult for him, but he could show Yami how he felt, at least. That was the plan, at any rate . . . although it could have been induced by the shots finally catching up to him and the feel of the tight, warm body he was pressed against. He moaned himself when Yami brushed his own hard-on, pushing back lightly to increase the contact
A sound further down the hallway attracted his attention, but only for a moment. It was enough to cause him to pull the shadows around himself and the Pharaoh, drawing them into the Shadow Realm and away from any intruders on what he wanted and needed from the man in his arms.
He was startled considerable when, once they had both regained their bearings, Yami began responding back to him, starting with the removal of his dress shirt. He sighed as he felt golden fingers drift over pale skin, his own fingers nimbly undoing the multiple buckles of Yami's own shirt until that golden expanse of flesh was exposed to his hungry gaze.
"Great Isis preserve me," he whispered, leaning in the lay a kiss at the fluttering pulse at the base of Yami's neck. "You truly are a god made flesh."
Yami bit back a moan as soft lips descended his torso, lighting on the nubs of his pectorals to nip and lick until they were hardened peaks of flesh. His fingers dug lightly into the pale shoulders as his body arched into the contact, feeling pale hands settle on his hips to hold him steady now that there was no wall behind them on which to prop himself upright. He hissed in surprise as those hands moved to undo his pants, sliding the skin-tight leather over his heated flesh and caressing the exposed golden skin before he bucked forward, a shout of pleasure escaping his throat as Bakura's warm mouth found him, hard and ready.
"Beautiful," the thief whispered, dragging his tongue over the rigid flesh lovingly before pausing to gently bite at the tip. The violent shiver that went through the man in his arms caused a warm sensation of pride to filter through him . . . had anyone seen this side of Yami beside himself? Had anyone ever been able to cause this kind of out-of-control reaction in the calm, self-confident Pharaoh? But it wasn't enough . . . he wanted more.
Yami dropped to his knees, unable to stand as Bakura released him, his breath coming in sharp pants as he raised glazed crimson eyes to the pale man before him. The fire in his stomach burned all the hotter as he watched the former thief slide charcoal grey dress slacks over trim, narrow hips, revealing the rest of that toned body to his burning gaze.
The only thing he could equate Bakura to in that instant was a living work of art . . . one that he wanted nothing more than to admire for the rest of eternity. Or, even more preferable, feel underneath his hands.
"I need you . . ." he whispered unconsciously, staring up into the red-brown eyes desperately. "Bakura . . ."
"You have me, my Pharaoh," Bakura responded. He advanced upon the kneeling man like a predator, a light push sending Yami sprawling onto his back before the former thief knelt down between his legs, taking him in one pale hand and pumping gently. Yami groaned, crimson eyes closing as the delicious sensations shot through him, arching upward into that touch wantonly.
Bakura smiled at the reaction, reaching upwards to smooth his fingers over the parted lips, feeling the heaving breaths against the over-sensitized pads. He moaned softly when Yami's tongue flicked out to lick at them, twining around them enticingly before the Pharaoh leaned up to take them into his mouth, mimicking making love to them with his mouth as violent tingles ran up the pale arm, straight to Bakura's groin.
Removing his fingers from that delicious stimulation, continuing to play with Yami as he trailed them over the golden skin, he shifted slightly, reaching between them to prepare the body beneath him for what was to come.
The first finger caused a slight hiss of pain, the garnet eyes opening to stare up at him through slits
"I'm sorry," he whispered, before Yami reached up and lay a golden finger against his lips.
"Just do it," Yami moaned, feeling the second finger join the first in stretching him. "I won't break . . . I've waited too long for this." Bakura looked at him in concern, and he nodded before shifting his hips impatiently. "Do it," he commanded. The thief smiled slightly.
"As my Pharaoh commands," he murmured. Removing his fingers, he spat into his hand before coating himself with his saliva, wanting to make the coming pain as minimal as possible. Maneuvering himself until he was poised at the tight rosebud entrance, he leaned down to take Yami's lips in a hungry, dominating kiss, distracting him as much as possible before pushing forward. He felt the golden body beneath him buck at the intrusion, Yami tearing his mouth away with a gasp of pain as Bakura buried himself to the hilt.
Bakura was startled to see the glisten of tears at the corners of the tightly closed eyes, and leaned down to lick them away gently, trying to comfort his lover as much as possible. Seeing Yami in pain brought a strange twinge to his chest, and he reached down to caress one golden cheek lovingly until the crimson eyes opened again, pain still glittering in their depths.
"Are you okay?" he whispered. Yami nodded, turning his head to lay a feather-light kiss against the pale palm. Bakura shivered at the touch, the reaction causing him to move against the body beneath his. Yami groaned softly, feeling Bakura shift within him.
"Move," he murmured, pushing up against the pale form. "Please . . . don't make me wait." He gasped as Bakura did as he requested, pulling out slightly before pushing back in, brushing against certain areas. "Oh Ra . . . Bakura, please . . ." he moaned.
They quickly established a rhythm between them, and moans and gasps of pleasure were torn from both throats as they moved in a dance older than they themselves were.
"Yami . . ." Bakura groaned, feeling the golden body beneath him tightening with the coming release. "Oh Ra . . . Pharaoh . . ."
"Harder," Yami whispered, pulling him down into a bruising kiss. "Don't . . . be gentle. It's not like you." Bakura smirked slightly before slamming into him, watching as Yami's eyes rolled back in his head at the exquisite pleasure/pain that accompanied the movement. He did it again, and again, enjoying the tightening coil of muscle as Yami approached the edge of his passion, feeling his own muscles tensing along with those of his love's.
Suddenly, Yami bucked against him, a howl of completion tearing from the golden throat as liquid warmth splashed between them. Caught off guard, Bakura shuddered as the body around him tightened deliciously, sending him over the edge of his own passions as he came with a guttural cry of release. Unable to remain upright, he collapsed, his head resting on the rapidly heaving golden chest of Yami as he lay there, a feeling of utter completion and rightness sweeping through him.
'So this is what it's like,' he thought to himself, 'To make love to someone you hold dear.' Spent both emotionally and physically, he drifted into slumber, lulled to sleep by the steady thrum of the heart beneath him.
Unconscious, he never felt Yami shift beneath him, sliding out from under him and sniffing slightly before growling.
"Drunk," Yami murmured, his heart in his throat as he shoved himself to his feet, swaying slightly as heartache ripped through him. He and Bakura had sex . . . and the thief was drunk. He bit back a sob, staring down at the pale body with his heart shattering in his eyes.
Somewhere in the midst of all this, he'd let himself believe that Bakura loved him, and that they were making love, not fucking.
"You're a fool, Yami," he whispered to himself. "And you just proved it." Gathering his clothes, wincing slightly as pain shot up his spine from his abused posterior, he disappeared from the Shadow Realm, leaving behind his lover . . . and his shattered, broken heart.