When It's No Longer Cliche

To Dream Eater: You told me in the last line of the previous chapter that it's not 'passing time' it is, in fact, 'past time.'

Well, that wasn't technically me speaking. That was Jonouchi. The lovable blonde doesn't have the world's best grammar. It was added in to accentuate his 'street punk' character.

Poor Jou.

But thank you for the review. I enjoy getting criticism. I enjoy even more beating it back down.

Oh, and one more thing, too. I didn't actually do any research for the music part. Yuugi's clarinet is actually an allusion to one that I own. (The cashier at the music store is an allusion to the event of me giving it to him.) I have played in honors bands all over the state. Actually, I was a little worried that people would find that part a little boring, and a little distracting to the story, so I severely cut down on all that I was originally going to put in there. I love playing music, and have, in fact, played what Yuugi was playing in the previous chapter, too. If anyone actually wanted to read more of what happened, please, let me know! I'm not sure if anyone would enjoy it as much as they might some fluff. (Crickets chirp) Yeah, all right, I'd enjoy the fluff, too. But let me know!

On to the story.

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Yuugi tried to ignore the churning in his stomach as he read his new book. Yami rolled over on the bed, somehow causing it to do another flip-flop. Perhaps sitting at the desk wasn't such a good idea. He turned the page.

A sound behind him told him that Yami had gotten up from the bed, and was now walking up to him. Arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and he felt Yami look down at his book. "What are you reading, aibou?" Yami murmured into his ear.

"Rowling," Yuugi replied, smiling a little as one of the characters decided to rave about socks.

"What's it about," Yami asked further.

Yuugi let out his recent intake of breath, putting his bookmark in place and setting the book down. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to do much more reading. He turned around to face his darker side. "Magic and wizards."

Yami turned his head to the side curiously, starring intently at his other half. Yuugi was trying to puzzle together why Yami had interrupted him so abruptly. Was he…bored?

Yuugi's eyes widened fractionally, realization suddenly dawning on him. Of course Yami was bored! It was a Friday afternoon, and he didn't have anything to do. He'd somehow managed to finish all of their math homework during class, (Yuugi had still yet to figure out how he managed to do that) and he so far didn't show much of an interest for reading. Yuugi figured that he would watch television, if the whole idea of a person in a little box didn't make him think they were stuck in there. He wants to spend some time with me. The answer was painfully obvious.

Yuugi chuckled. "If you wanted to do something with me, you should have asked. I managed to find quite a few games around here."

Yami's face brightened considerably. "Really? What kind of games?"

"We have card games," Yuugi suggested.

Yami's eyes unfocused, and he looked like he just ate something sour. "No, no card games. Anything else?"

Yuugi searched through his memory for a different game that he had noticed. "We could play a board game. Want to try Monopoly?"

Yami seemed to think this over. "That sounds like a good idea. Let's play Monopoly."

Yuugi stood up, the small chair hardly hindering his movement as he managed to push himself further into Yami's embrace. Their cheeks touched softly, and Yami took the opportunity to burrow his face into Yuugi's hair. Yuugi felt his heart melt, breathing in the spicy scent of musk and desert air. Butterflies were doing summersaults in his chest. I'm head over heals for him. I could spend all day wrapped up in his arms.

Yami touched his lips to Yuugi's neck once…twice…three times. Each one was soft, gentle, hardly the ghost of a touch. His skin shivered under the intimate caresses. A thought drifted swiftly through his mind, and he was almost certain that the idea wasn't his, but Yami's. It was such a distant thought, though, that it was hard to translate what it meant. What he did know, however, was that it was a warm, deeply intimate wish that made him melt and want to weep with joy. "The game's in the closet," he whispered. "Top shelf."

"We should get it down," Yami replied huskily.

Yuugi pried himself away with great reluctance, sliding his hands down Yami's arms to grab his hands, and led them over to the closet. Yami rested his hands on Yuugi's hips as the shorter of the two began to reach for the game, taking great pleasure in feeling Yuugi's muscles stretch to their maximum as he sought for the top shelf. : Having a hard time, aibou?:

Yuugi snarled. : I hate being short.:

Yami grinned into his shoulder. : I believe the correct term is vertically challenged.:

Yuugi's fingers snatched the edge of the box and pulled, wrenching it free of the other boxes on top of it. : You're not any better. I'm five foot, so you have to be at the most five foot two. Short shit.:

Yami out-right laughed. : No, vertically challenged shit.:

Yuugi couldn't help his laugh that escaped. He clutched the game to his chest, leaning back into Yami's embrace. : Love you,: Yami mentally whispered.

Yuugi held a hand up to Yami's neck. : I haven't figured out why, yet. I'm not much more than an emotional basket case.:

Yami's hands moved from Yuugi's hips to wrap around his aibou's stomach. : Yes, but you're my emotional basket case.:

Yuugi chuckled. "I haven't quite decided yet if that's a good thing or not."

Yami looked at Yuugi quizzically as he turned around, but did not comment further.

Yuugi walked to the middle of the bedroom, plopped down, and set the box in front of him. Yami sat down on the opposite side cross-legged. He watched as Yuugi removed the top and pulled out the board, unfolding it and setting it out. "So," he started. "What's the object of this game?"

Yuugi began to count out the money. "Each square on the perimeter is a piece of property, unless otherwise labeled. The object is to have the most money at the end of the game, and you generally get there by owning all of the property. Thus, creating a monopoly of the board."

Yami nodded. "Makes sense." He started picking up the different game pieces, scrutinizing their appearance. "What's this," Yami asked, picking up an object he didn't recognize.

"An iron," Yuugi stated. "Something that uses heat to smooth out the wrinkles in clothes. They're actually a quite recent technology, beginning to be made probably over the last three or four hundred years. The really old ones would have a compartment that you put hot coals into. Now days they're simply heated by electricity."

"Ah," Yami stated, setting it aside. He also noticed a horse, a little dog, a shoe, and a car. (He was beginning to recognize those, a fact that he was quite proud of.) "I'll take the horse," Yami stated.

Yuugi grinned, but didn't say anything. Yami could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. Now just what is he thinking I wonder?

"I'll take the iron," Yuugi smiled, putting his little piece on the 'go' space. He then handed out the money. "High roll goes first." He picked up the two dice, handing them to Yami.

The spirit in front of him rolled the dice, receiving a four and a three. "Seven," he stated.

Yuugi nodded. "Good number, seven is." He picked up the dice and rolled, getting in turn a six and a three. "Nine."

"Your turn," Yami stated.

Yuugi rolled the dice, getting a whopping two next. He scowled. "Baltic Avenue."

Yami smirked. "Still stuck down in the dumps, aibou?"

Yuugi grimaced. "For now. Just wait until I put some hotels on it." He put the slim amount of money for it in the bank, and sifted through the property cards, pulling out one of the dark purple ones. "Your turn."

Yami rolled, grinning as he got a number that brought him up to one of the light blue properties. He bought it immediately, placing his money back neatly in place. "Your turn."

Just as Yuugi picked the dice, feet began padding up the steps outside of his door. "Yuugi," his Ojii-chan called. "Are you up there?"

"Shit," Yuugi whispered, reaching up to his desk for his book. "Hide this stuff," he whispered quickly to Yami.

Yami smirked. "Why?" He quirked an eyebrow. "Worried?"

Yuugi hissed, opening his book. "Now wouldn't it look silly if he sees me playing Monopoly all by my self?"

Yami smiled, waving his hand to hide their game.

"Hai, Ojii-chan, I'm here," Yuugi called. His door opened up, and Sugoroku poked his head inside. "Oh, there you are. Good book?"

"Indeed," Yuugi replied. "What's going on, Ojii-chan?"

"I have to go out for a while, Yuugi. The groceries don't buy themselves, after all. Would you like to go with me?"

Yuugi shook his head. "I'm all right. You go have fun."

The old man chuckled. "Oh, always. I'll see you when I get home."

"Bye, Ojii-chan," Yuugi replied, and his door clicked shut.

Yami chuckled, giving Yuugi a sidelong glance. "You go have fun!"

Yuugi looked at his other sharply. "Are you mocking me?"

Yami attempted an innocent look. "I would never do such a thing!"

Yuugi scowled, unable to suppress the grin that was escaping. "You're a horrible liar!" He shoved his book off to the side.

"Am not!" Yami retorted.

"Oh," Yuugi cooed. "We sound mature." The young teen was only able to register Yami's slight shift in position when suddenly there was another body pinning him to the floor. "Umph," Yuugi groaned. "That's not fair! Let me up!"

"Okay," Yami agreed all too quickly, partially sitting up. Yuugi rested on his hands as he pushed himself up; waiting to see what Yami was going to do next. This was, after all, by no means over yet. Slowly, surely, he started to move up further, but just as he was almost free Yami rocketed towards him again, pushing him back and into the closet.

Something rumbled as it became dislodged from the top shelf, a suede cowboy hat landing perfectly on top of Yami's head.

The old spirit stopped in the middle of his pinning of innocent teenagers, looking at the hat curiously as he took it off. "This is the strangest hat I have ever seen."

Yuugi laughed. "Where in the seven hells did that come from?"

"What exactly is it?"

Yuugi chuckled. "Horse riders from the far west created these. Ojii-chan must have brought it back from one of his trips. These things don't even exist here." He took the hat out of Yami's hand and slapped it back on his head. "It looks good on you."

Yami looked down at him skeptically. "You're kidding, right?"

Yuugi smirked, bringing their faces dangerously close. "I never kid."

"No," Yami whispered. "Then you'll be honest with me, if I ask you afterwards, that you liked this?" It's now or never.

Yuugi didn't have a chance to ask what he was talking about before soft, hot lips pushed against his. Finally, after days of smelling Yami's intoxicating scent and feeling his heat wrapped around him every night he slept, a taste was added to those senses.

Chocolate. Hot, rich chocolate and mocha and spiced rum. Yami's tongue slipped into his mouth, and he felt he could swallow the taste whole. Yami held him tighter when he moaned softly, clutching his darkness almost desperately. Yuugi couldn't think coherently anymore.

Far too soon Yami pulled away, bringing Yuugi's lower lip with him as far as it would go. Their breathing rapidly increased. "Well," Yami asked him breathlessly.

Yuugi cupped his hand on Yami's cheek, his thumb brushing slightly against moist lips. He was struck speechless for once in his life. That was completely unexpected. Had he ever truly thought of Yami in an intimate way before?

Yami bit his lip in apprehension. Yuugi had yet to answer him.

Of course he had. He was awe struck the first night he had seen Yami. What was he waiting for? He returned the kiss passionately. : Five days I've known you, Yami. Just five.: He couldn't believe that he was in love so completely so quickly. This was unreal.

: No, love. We've known each other for eight years.: Yami straightened, brining Yuugi up with him, holding him as close as physically possible. The kiss was still yet to be broken.

Yuugi started to silently weep. : I think I'm falling in love with you.:

Yami started tasting his upper lip. : You only think?:

The butterflies that had only recently been doing summersaults in his chest began to flutter around in a giant frenzy. : I've never been in love before. It doesn't matter how much I read about it, it won't let me know what it's like. I…I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do next. I've never felt so utterly helpless, and yet not feel in the least abandoned.:

Yami ran his fingers through Yuugi's hair, brushing his sunshine gold bangs into stark ebony tresses. His tongue was dancing around Yuugi's lips, savoring the flavor of vanilla and almonds. : What do you want me to do right now, aibou?:

Yuugi sighed audibly, dueling with the tongue that was now in his mouth again. : Make love to me.:

Yami might have realized that one kiss could lead the both of them into a world of trouble. But then again, he had an affinity with getting in trouble, and usually enjoyed the thrill. : Once we start, I won't be able to stop.:

: I don't want you to,: Yuugi mentally pleaded, slipping his hand between their chests that were pressed against each other so tightly and unbuttoning Yami's shirt. Yami heaved the both of them up, stumbling towards the bedside.

Falling on top of the young teen on the bed, Yami started to kiss the tears that escaped from wet violet eyes. He could feel, inside, that Yuugi was still emotionally bruised from his parents. Yami was the first person that had never left him, and he was the first person to comfort him at a moment's notice. He didn't know his Ojii-chan very well. Yami was really the only confidant he had, and his only true friend. His best friend.

Would he regret this in the morning? Was he moving along too quickly? Yami was sure that he was ready. He had been ready the first night the puzzle was finished. : Are you sure you want this, aibou? Are you sure you won't regret this when you wake up?:

Yuugi pulled away from their current kiss, looking up into Yami's eyes unblinkingly. : No, cowboy, I won't regret this. I've been falling in love with you since the first morning I woke up next to you. I can't imagine a moment now where you're not in my life. And as they say, your lover his supposed to be your best friend.: Yami knew that Yuugi had heard his wary thoughts. Yuugi smiled, running his fingers up Yami's face to tap on the hat still on Yami's head. : After all, I can't let the old adage go to waste.:

Yami looked at him questioningly. : And what adage is that, my own?:

Yuugi grinned. : Save a horse, ride a cowboy.:

Crimson eyes grew in size. "I had no idea you had such thoughts."

"Just like you had no idea I read about blood and death?"

Of course, yet again, Yuugi was so easy to misjudge. When one looked so delicious, it was hard to remember the complexities that lied behind those intelligent, fragile eyes. He laughed, claiming Yuugi's now bruised lips as his own again, doing his own work on Yuugi's shirt.

Yuugi squeaked as they somehow slid off the bed and rolled, Yami landing on the Monopoly board harshly. Yuugi couldn't help but laugh as Yami groaned with the impact, even though game pieces were now being pressed into the previously pristine board. "Get off the game, get off the game," he chuckled, Yami rolling him over and landing on top again. He started attacking Yuugi's neck.

"Oh, this isn't any fair," Yuugi sighed, arching his back in pleasure. "Why do you get to be on top?"

Yami growled, nipping porcelain white skin. : 'Cause.:

Yuugi felt Yami's sex pressing against his own, his shirt falling from his shoulders swiftly. : Not…a good enough…answer.:

: 'Cause I said so.: Yami moved up, nipping and sucking at Yuugi's lips. The teen could feel Yami's thought process slipping beyond reach, along with his own coherency. For some reason, the petty fight no longer seemed worth pursuing.

: Make it long,: Yuugi pleaded. : I want to feel you completely.:

Yami growled in slight acknowledgment, his hand moving lower towards the zipper of Yuugi's pants.

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Yuugi's head hit the pillow with a soft thump; sweat dripping down his temples and forehead. Somehow, they ended up making it back to the bed before the heavy activities began, clothes falling around them in a flurry of arms and legs and kisses. Yami collapsed on top of him, panting with exertion. Yuugi held him close. : Love you Yami…love you so much.:

The spirit hummed in agreement, hiding his face in the hollow of Yuugi's neck.

Yuugi pressed on. : I'm not going to hide you at home, anymore. Tomorrow, I'm going to introduce you to Ojii-chan.:

Yami was having a hard time finding enough of Yuugi to hold on to. He was wishing there was more to touch. : Are you ready for any reaction he might have? Do you think he'll be able to handle it?:

Yuugi thought back to when all of his colleagues laughed at him for his fanatical ideas about the ancient pasts of the Middle East and Egypt. : I know he'll be able to handle it.:

Waves of contentment washed through their bond. : All right, my love, my own. Tomorrow, Sugoroku and I will meet. Sleep well, aibou.:

: Sleep well, lover.: Yuugi closed his eyes for the final time that night.

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Gold.

That's what the world looked like. Gold and sandstone alight with colors. Pictures were depicted all over the walls. What a glorious sight; towering pillars, monstrous statues, and majestic obelisks seen outside of the open windows.

Where on earth was he? The sky was so clear, the sand was so gold. Marble floors stretched out under his feet, swirling with grays and whites and yet more gold.

He was dreaming. He had to be.

Then why could he feel the heat beat down upon him from the…desert sun?

He was in the desert. This he knew simply had to be true.

"Atep-ke! Come!"

He whirled around as the deep sound of a baritone voice roared behind him. He knew that voice. He knew it all too well. He knew what it sounded like when the owner was angry…knew what it sounded like when the owner laughed…knew what the voice sounded like when the owner cried out in the act of love making…

Could it be his-own? His love? Why did he sound so hateful?

Yes, it had to be. There he was, in all of his glimmering golden glory. A blood red cape billowed out behind his shoulders; clean white linen clinging greedily to his hips. Gold adorned nearly every surface of his sun-kissed bronze skin. He looked delicious, and would have given off that air, had it not been for the fact he looked ready to murder someone at that moment.

At such a young age, it seemed that frown lines were already setting in. But how could that be? The face was perfect, God-like in its beauty.

An older man with a baldhead and many beads of gold hanging around his neck strolled up to his Lord, angered brown eyes clouded over as if in storm starring down the one before him. "pr-aA? You called?"

The addressed snarled. "Where is it? Where are the priests? Sundown approaches."

He walked up to the one that looked so much like his lover. Could it be one in the same person? "Yami, is that you?" He asked. He received no response. "Yami, answer me! Where are we?"

Bloodied red eyes turned and didn't truly look at him. He knew this look by now. They were looking through him. "Meka-tet. You have it?"

He turned around, looking at the one addressed as 'Meka-tet.' Another man, shorter than Atep-ke, but wearing the same garb of a linen robe and jeweled beads. "Here," the man croaked. He looked almost dead with exhaustion. "We haven't slept in a fortnight to ready it for you, Lord Atemu."

The one that looked like his love growled dangerously low. "No one speaks my name, commoner. May the Gods forget mercy upon your soul."

His wide purple eyes grew wider than ever before, watching as this Lord Atemu extended his hand and seemed to release a purple gas from the emptiness of space around him. Like the hands of death it circled around Meka-tet and choked him, immobilizing him on the spot and searing his body with fire and pain.

Yuugi realized he'd seen this before.

But this couldn't be the one he had just made love to. It couldn't. They were two completely different people. "Yami, don't do this. He shouldn't die just because he spoke your name." Lord Atemu did not hear his pleas. It seemed no one else could, either. He was simply a spectator.

The man dropped to the floor in a boneless heap.

Atep-ke picked up a gold object from the pile of burnt flesh tentatively, holding it for his Lord to see. "As soon as the other two priests get here, we can start the ceremony."

"And you know for sure it is fool-proof?" Atemu asked.

"Yes, my Lord."

"And that it will grant everything I wish from it?"

Atep-ke nodded sadly. "Yes, Pharaoh. Years from now, when an unfortunate soul stumbles across the puzzle that can rebuild it, you will be reborn again, immortal, and unbound to anyone or anything. You will be free to do as you wish, live a life that can not die, and full use of your magick and Power."

A nasty, sinister grin spread across the Pharaoh's face. "Good." He licked his lips in anticipation. "I look forward to tasting the blood of the one who completes it."

Yuugi shivered. Was this the past life of his beautiful Yami? Could it be? So cold? So bloodthirsty?

"Is there anything that could make this go wrong?" Atemu asked, just as two more robed priests joined them.

"Only if the one who completes it creates a painful ritual of blood magick to bind you to the puzzle, and thus to them. However, we are not certain what a spell like that could do to one's personality. You could be hopelessly infatuated with them, or you could want to kill them and be unable to because of the blood binding you. The likely hood of that happening, however, is almost impossible." The deep voice of one of the priests replied to the Pharaoh, unafraid as murderous eyes looked back at him unblinkingly.

"So be it."

Suddenly, Yuugi could see nothing but red, and could hear nothing but screams as the Pharaoh's soul was sucked out of his body and sealed into tiny little gold pieces, hardly bigger than a tiny toy block for children a piece.

Yuugi shot up from bed, sweat pouring out of his pores again. Had any of that been real? What was it? Another dream? Another nightmare?

It was a memory.

A memory. It was Yami's memory. "Aibou, are you all right?"

Yami's sweet voice resounded in his ears. Yuugi shot up from bed, pulling one of the sheets with him, turning accusing eyes back towards Yami. "Is that what you were like in the past? Is that why you were in the puzzle?"

Crimson eyes grew wide. "You saw that."

Yuugi growled. "Oh, yes. I saw. Is that why you're so crazy for me? My blood that became lodged in the puzzle sealing you into a spell to feel as much? That last nightmare was a memory too, wasn't it? That's what it felt like every time a drop of my blood landed on the partly completed puzzle. It was burning you into a bond you didn't want, wasn't it?"

Yami shook his head, his eyes befuddled. "No, no of course not!"

Yuugi's heart clenched in pain. "How much of what you say is influenced by magic? How can I believe any of this? If I had been healthy when I completed the puzzle, I could be dead right now!" A teardrop fell from his cheek.

"You wouldn't, Yuugi. I promise you!"

"Liar," Yuugi hissed. "If you wanted eternal life with blood and gore at and in your finger tips, I'll take the puzzle apart right now, clean it, and then put it back together. I'll wipe our bond out completely. Then you can kill me when you're free to think properly, and I'll save some hapless soul from stumbling across you next!"

"NO!" Yami stood up from the bed, ignoring the covers, and landed on his knees, all sense of shame and humility forgotten. Both were still naked as a newborn infant. "Don't do that! Please! I love you, Yuugi. Don't take yourself away from me! Don't erase our bond!"

Yuugi watched as the tears rolled out of Yami's face. His voice was quivering frantically. This was a completely different person from the memory. "Tell me, Atemu, how do I know I'm not truly keeping you from what you really want deep down? How do I know that if you hadn't been burned into slavery, you would still be the blood-thirsty person you were five thousand years ago?"

Yami winced as his old name was spoken. He eased himself up to Yuugi slowly, tentative as he hid his face in Yuugi's sheet-covered abdomen. "I have proof, if that it what you truly want, my love."

Yuugi didn't dare to hope yet. "Proof?"

Yami shivered, as he detected no hint of emotion behind that one word. "Yes. Please…let me show you."

Yuugi thought about what that meant. To show him, Yami would have to show him a memory, and to show him a memory, he would need physical contact. Forehead to forehead. The young teen sunk down to his knees, looking into Yami's pained red eyes. "Show me."

Swallowing, Yami nodded; very gently easing their heads together, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

Atep-ke looked down at his Lord carefully, choosing his next words with great caution. "I have word from your cousin."

"Indeed," Atemu drawled, his outward appearance bored as he enjoyed a massage by the best hands in the kingdom. "And what has the hopeless dreamer discovered today?"

His Pharaoh was only going to scoff at this information. "He said that you will not fall in love in the next life time."

Atemu snorted. "Obviously."

"And he stated as well, that it will in fact be in the lifetime after that, that the merest whisper from your future beloved's lips will have you infatuated for eternity. Introductions will be nothing but a formality, and it will be but a few days before forever is declared between the two of you." Atemu snarled. "Impossible. There is only this lifetime and the afterlife. He just knows he's going to rot in Duat. wxA," he snorted. "And besides. It's nothing but a fanatical waste of time. Love is for the week."
Yami looked at Yuugi sadly. "I was young, and direly stupid. Five thousand years in a frozen oblivion taught me that. Do you remember what the first thing was that I said, the moment the puzzle was completed?"
Yuugi wrinkled his nose. "How could I not? What a dump."
Yami nodded sadly. "Yes. Some of my old arrogance still with me. But the moment you whispered back to me, I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I used to think that pain was beyond me, and nothing could hurt me. Being cold, and being alone wrapped up in darkness, and then feeling your pain, it was wrenching my eyes open with a red-hot hammer. It is partly because of you I am no longer that person in my memories."
Yuugi noticed that Yami's tears still had not stopped yet. "I don't want freedom now, if it entails us losing our bond. You are more precious to me than anything, and we have something that no other set of lovers can ever hope to have. We have an intimacy so deep I want to cry every time I even think about it. Don't go, Yuugi. Don't leave me."
Yuugi looked at Yami sadly. "I was almost broken when you found me, and now you're almost broken now that you have me." He choked back a sob. "I don't know what to think anymore. I'm tired of trying."
Yami held him close. : I love you, honestly and truly. If there is anything I can do to regain all of your trust, tell me, and I will do it without blinking.:
Yuugi shook his head. : How am I supposed to know? I just…I just don't. I'm so infatuated with you if you were to leave it would be the end of me. You know it, too. Something like this…something that had the possibility of crumbling us…it scares me more than anything I've ever had to face. Even going home to my parents each night.:
Yami ran his hand across Yuugi's face, bushing away his tears. : I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was ever like that. That's not me anymore…not as long as you're around. You see, that's why your bloodlust for your father scared me. Because of my past self, if ever you were to have the want to hunt down blood…there would be nothing holding up my sanity to think the better of it. If you were to become corrupt, just as I did, I would fall into a bloody abyss that I could never climb back out of again.:
Dear Gods…a balance yet again. Yuugi sobbed hard. "What are we going to do with each other?"
Yami looked imploringly into Yuugi's eyes. : May I kiss you again?:
The young teen wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. : Yes… please.: Sad, hungry lips devoured his, pushing the two of them back into the floor. : May I make love to you again?:
Yami wanted to weep with joy. : I was terrified that you'd never ask me again.: This time, there were no clothes to hastily remove.
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