The plotbunny – now dubbed Usagi - is sitting calmly on Yami Silvershadowfire's lap, eating a carrot, while Silvershadowfiretypes frantically.
"Finally! Done!"Silvershadowfire holds up the paper from the printer in triumph. "And that's the last of my homework!"
"Good." YamiSSF walks over and places Usagi, carrot and all, in her hikari's lap. "Now I believe you have some people out there who want the next chapter."
Usagi looks up with his puppy-dog eyes and wrinkles his nose.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own YuGiOh, nor do I own the basic plot – the story is mine, however. This is all Usagi-loves-Duochan and my yami's fault, damnit…
Title: A Game of Masques
Chapter: 3/?
Author: Silvershadowfire
Rating: This chapter – R for sexual situations and language.
Note: This is partially inspired by Usagi's plotbunny and by a picture I have on my computer of a rather spooky looking Yugi. If you want to see it, go to the Yugi fanart section of .
If you don't want to read anything explicit, skip the first section below. Consider this a lime-ish warning.
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Chapter 3 – Secrets in the Dark
Yami looked up at the beautiful face of Yugi, desire racing through his veins. He was naked to his lover's gaze, unashamed as Yugi traced his chest and stomach with a loving hand, finally coming to rest on his erect manhood. Yami groaned as pleasure shivered through his flesh, groaning again as Yugi's hand started to move, gently squeezing and massaging the warm, hard flesh. The motion grew faster and faster, while Yami writhed in absolute bliss. He was so close…
"More." He panted, a tongue licking across his dry lips. "Please…I'm gonna come…" Yugi smiled like the sun coming up and leaned over, kissing him gently.
"Anything you say, koibito."
The pleasure peaked, his seed erupting forth with a cry of ecstasy…
The alarm clock buzzed, waking Yami to a grim reality and a sticky mess. He rolled out of bed with the ease of long practice, slipping into his ensuite to clean himself off and bring a wet cloth to erase the evidence of his dream.
Every night. Every night since he had met Yugi, Yami dreamed of having sex with his beautiful angel. Every morning he woke with a mess to clean and a strange feeling of both being satisfied and wanting more. He shivered in the morning air, dressing quickly and making his bed so that no one would find the wet spot on the sheets. Thankfully, he no longer had to suffer under the punishment his father had decreed – the last of the five days had passed.
Not that it would make much of a difference – word of his breakup with Anzu had gotten around the school; she was one of the popular girls, so now no one would talk to him anyways. Unless he ran into Yugi…
Yami quashed the thought. He goes to a different school…I'll probably never see him again until the next mandatory dance… Despair settled in the pit of his stomach as he walked out of the room towards his breakfast.
Yugi watched Yami through the window that evening, absently worrying a leaf into tiny pieces.
Something wasn't right. For the past five days he'd been shadowing Yami everywhere, even watching him sleep at night, and the boy had not so much as said word one to anyone unless directly addressed the whole time.
When he'd returned Yami's jacket at the dance, he had slipped his phone number in the pocket. Not subtle, but sometimes you needed to give the quiet ones a push. He'd watched as Yami had found it before putting that jacket in the laundry…watched as Yami carefully pulled out his glasses and put them on, reading the note…then watched in shock as Yami put the note in the toilet in his ensuite and flushed.
Damnit, I know he's interested. He's been having wet dreams every night, and I know they've had me in them! His hearing was good enough to pick up the mutters and moans as Yami dreamed, so Yugi had a pretty good idea what was happening. Why wouldn't the infuriating mortal do anything about it? He was allowed to date – he'd been dating Anzu, right? And it wasn't like the note had been explicit – just 'call me if you want to talk.' Surely after all this time, he would want someone to talk to!
He settled back on the tree branch to think as he watched Yami do his homework. He found his thoughts drifting off as he watched every little motion…the way Yami would tap his fingers on the desk when he thought, the way he shifted a little in the chair, the way he would run his tongue over his lips, leaving a glistening trail of moisture… The incubus groaned, feeling himself harden at the thought of what that tongue might do to him.
"What's gotten into me?" Yugi shook off the daydream. Yami wasn't the only one having fantasies – Yugi had gotten to the point where looking at the other turned him on.
This is ridiculous. He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed up Yami's home number. I have to get him out of the house and alone for a bit. Maybe he's just really, really shy?
"Moshi moshi. Motou Kyoshori speaking."
"Hello." Yugi adjusted the handset a bit. "May I speak to Yami please?"
A pause on the line. "There is no Yami here. Goodbye." Then a click. Yugi stared at the cel in shock. What the fuck?
Not thirty seconds later, Yami's bedroom door opened and one of the servant came in, telling the teenager that he was wanted in the study. Yami's face drained of all colour before he nodded. Standing, he stopped in front of the mirror, making sure that his appearance was perfect before he slipped out of his room. Curious, Yugi went immaterial and followed.
The house followed the pattern of Yami's bedroom - impersonal. Yugi stopped at the door with Yami, watching as he knocked, entering on the muffled answer. The demon slipped in behind him.
"Yami Motou, have you been speaking to anyone these five days? Have you given out my home phone number?"
"No, Father." Yami stood at perfect attention. Yugi blinked.The boy hadn't beenallowed to speak to anyone for the last five days?
"Then explain to me why I just received a phone call asking for you."
Yami blinked. "I…don't know, Father. Perhaps it was the school?"
Kyoshori walked around the desk towards his son. Yugi studied him – a short man, shorter even than his son, with narrow brown eyes and black hair cut in the traditional businessman's style. He wore an expensive suit; his shoes shone with fresh polish. His expression reminded Yugi of spoiled espresso beans - bitter and tough, harsh on the tongue.
"I think you're lying to me." Kyoshori murmured quietly. "I think you have disobeyed my rules." He picked up a sheaf of paper lying on the desk and ripped them into shreds, throwing them into Yami's face – the teenager winced, but otherwise didn't move. "Which makes this report nothing but a pack of more lies. Kneel, boy."
Yami knelt as Yugi watched in growing horror and guilt. Yami was to be punished for getting a simple phone call?
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
The words spilled from Yami's mouth with all the emotion of a robot; Yugi found the guilt giving way to anger as he listened.
When the recitation had finished – and how often had Yami been forced to repeat those words? – Kyoshori leaned down beside his son.
"I do not forgive you. I will not show mercy this time, unworthy one; obviously it is wasted on you."
"Father…" Yami's tone shook, as though he was fighting back tears.
"Do NOT speak out of turn."
Yami winced. Yugi felt his lips curling up in a silent growl. His rage strengthened his daemonic aspects – he could feel the fangs and claws of his infernal heritage manifesting, begging to rip the heart from that monster, to watch his blood drip to the floor in slow agonizing rivulets…
Yugi reigned in his temper. As much as he wanted to, manifesting here and ripping Yami's father to shreds was not the best way to gain the boy's trust. He would have to be more patient. Slowly a cold rage overtook the hot burning anger, clearing his mind.
"You will not be leaving this house for a month." Kyoshori pronounced. "You will not leave your room – you will not speak to anyone, nor will anyone speak to you. You will spend four hours in here each morning, kneeling; you will not make a sound nor will you move. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Father." Yami's voice never quavered – he sounded like a zombie.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, Father. This is better than I deserve."
mustnotkill...mustnotkill... Yugi growled silently as Yami went to stand.
"One more thing." Kyoshori interjected – Yami sank to the floor again. "Since you have decided to cast aside the relationship with Anzu that your mother went to so much trouble to arrange, you will not be allowed to speak with a girl, nor will you be attending any dances, until a suitable mate can be found for you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Father. Thank you, Father."
"You may go."
Yami rose and walked out of the room. Kyoshori sat down behind the desk, picking up his paperwork as though nothing had happened.
"I know you cannot hear me, mortal." Yugi spat. "But we have a new game now – I will take your son from you. I will take him and release him from the ties you have bound his spirit with, and the next time you see him, he will treat you like the tiny, stupid, foolish man that you are – and when you see what your son has become, I will shatter your mind and heart in revenge for what you have done to him." The incubus growled and left the room to the oblivious human.
By the time Yugi made his way back to Yami's window, the teenager was sitting on his bed, unmoving, his features holding no expression.
I have to get him out of here. Yugi thought. I have to take him somewhere else…somewhere safe. With a flexing of his powers, he allowed himself to become visible in 'human' form. This would take a performance worthy of a Shakespearian actor. He took a deep breath, then knocked softly on the glass.
Yami looked over at him and Yugi almost fell out of the tree. His eyes had gone nearly black - dead, the fire buried under a weight of unfathomable despair. With a motion that held all the life of a zombie, Yami walked over to the window and opened it. Yugi blushed artistically.
"Hi!" he chirped. "Sorry about this, but when your father hung up one me, I got the feeling…what's wrong?"
Yami stumbled back to the bed, sitting down abruptly. His eyes glimmered with unshed tears, head and hands shaking before he suddenly curled up in a fetal position, facing away from Yugi. The demon climbed into the room, walking over to the mortal and touching him comfortingly on the shoulder. Yami winced away from the touch.
"Yami…what's wrong? Please, did I do something to offend you?"
No answer. Not even a twitch now from the figure on the bed.
"Yami…" Yugi bit his lip. "Please, talk to me."
Still no answer. Yugi tried touching Yami again, this time succeeding. He moved around until he could see the teenager's face, which was blank, his gaze unseeing.
"I can't." Yami murmured, as though to himself. Yami seriously doubted he realized he was speaking aloud. "I can't. I'm not allowed – Father is punishing me. Father will…"
"Is this because I called you?"
Still no visual response. "Yes…" Yami sighed. Yugi guessed now that in his mind Yami could get away with talking to himself. "It's not your fault- you couldn't know, my tenshi. You couldn't know that it would make Father angry."
"I'm sorry." Yugi reached out, stroking back Yami's hair. He didn't have to feign the guilt in his voice. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I…just wanted to see you again."
Yami twitched. His eyes grew wide, and for the first time he looked directly at the demon. "You wanted…to see…me?" he asked incredulously, before suddenly realizing what he had done and curling into an even tighter ball.
"Yes." Yugi was shocked to find real tears in his own eyes. It wasn't right for Yami to be so small, so broken. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to gather him up in his arms and tell him that it would be alright… "After our dance, I couldn't get you out of my head." Truth again; a truth he hadn't even admitted to himself. "I'm sorry. I'll go now."
"No." Yami whimpered. "Please – I'm so tired of being alone…"
Yugi paused. Maybe…it was worth a try. "Then come with me."
"What?" Yami shook his head in denial. "I can't…Father will…"
"Your father can't punish you if you aren't here." Yugi murmured, drawing Yami's face around so they met eye to eye. He exerted his aura of fascination, pitching his voice into a low, hypnotic drone. "Come with me…you'll never have to face punishment again. I promise…you will never be punished again. Just come…come with me…"
Yami's eyes slowly glazed over as he stared at the incubus. Yugi watched the magic take hold of Yami's mind; standing up, he backed towards the window. Yami rose sluggishly, his eyes never leaving Yugi, who held out his hand. Yami grasped it and the spell locked in place. Yami's eyes half-closed; his mind retreated into some blissful dream. Running a hand down the teenager's cheek, Yugi nodded in satisfaction. The aura of fascination didn't work on anyone who wasn't willing, on some level, to comply; kind of like hypnotism, but more powerful. Which meant that Yami wanted to go with him – and that meant his spirit wasn't broken completely. Bent and twisted, but not broken.
"Follow me." The demon ordered quietly, slipping out the window, Yami following. Yugi grinned wickedly – round one to him.
Yugi led his companion to the train station, stopping on the way for some food to go. They caught the last train out of Domino City, which meant thecars were nearly deserted. Yugi sat Yami down on a seat and plopped a bento box in his lap. "Eat." He murmured. The teenager complied woodenly. He hated keeping Yami like this, but it would be safest until they got to his apartment – then Yami could freak out without causing a public scene.
Yami would be very unhappy with him – but hopefully not so angry that Yugi couldn't work something out. He was more concerned with getting Yami out of that house than seducing him – he wanted to keep him safe and well, even if he never slept with him. The demon glanced out the window at the darkness speeding by, confused by his own feelings.
When Yami had finished with the food, Yugi reached over and touched him gently between the eyes. "Sleep." He ordered.
The mortal's eyes drifted completely closed and his body relaxed, collapsing in a boneless heap. Yugi arranged him carefully on the seats.
"Oi, Yugi!" The voice that hailed him drew his attention away from Yami towards the two white-haired people coming down the train aisle. Most would think they were twins, but Yugi knew better – he smiled at the mated demon pair.
"Hey…Ryou, Bakura. How goes it?"
Ryou smiled back, running a hand through his thick mane of white hair. He was a 'storm-child', a demon who drew his power from weather systems. The larger demon beside him grinned wickedly at Yugi, then turned his attention to the sleeping Yami. "Nice catch, Yugioh." He smirked. Bakura was a gaki, a Japanese vampire-demon who fed on mortal pain. "Where did you get him?" He reached over, running a light finger over Yami's cheek. "He's in emotional agony."
"Hands off, 'Kura." Ryou ordered, but gently. He smiled at his mate. "It's rude to touch another's prize. He's beautiful, Yugi."
"Yes, he is." A thought occurred to him. "Hey, Bakura – can you consume any of his pain without actually hurting him?"
"I supposed – I've never tried." The gaki shrugged. "It tastes better if it hurts as I feed."
"I imagine." Yugi hadn't even thought about it, but since he wanted to ask the touchy demon a favour… "Listen – could you try, please? His pain is consuming him, and I don't want to have him damaged. Please?" He unleashed the full effects of his amethyst eyes on the demon, who winced.
"Fine – but only because you're a friend of Ryou's." Bakura knelt beside Yami and took his hand, hissing in pleasure as he 'fed' on the emotions. Yami didn't even wince. "He'll sleep like a dead man for the next day or so." Bakura informed Yugi, his blue eyes half-lidded with satiated pleasure.
"Thanks." Yugi smiled at them both, then frowned at Ryou's suddenly serious expression. "What's wrong?"
Ryou glanced at his mate. "Bakura?"
The gaki gestured, casting a spell of unseeing and unhearing. Yugi's frown grew deeper, and his eyes glittered with true concern; the shield was not set against mortals, but against demons.
Ryou reached over and squeezed his mate's hand in thanks. "Listen, Yugi. There is a reason we decided to drop by – Asmodeous is after your hide."
"I know – that's why I'm hanging around in the human realm for a while."
The white-haired demon shook his head. "You don't understand. The consort you seduced…"
"Sierra."
"…Sierra is pregnant, and Asmodeous is not the father. She claims you are."
"That's ridiculous. I'm not stupid enough to impregnate a Demon Lord's consort." Yugi huffed, insulted. Every incubus could and did control the virility of their seed – or else there would be a lot of half-demon children running around.
"I know that, and you know that, and Ryou knows that, but Asmodeous isn't thinking straight." Bakura said bluntly. "He's sent hunter demons after you…the twins."
Yugi felt his face draining of colour. "Crap. Marik and Malik?"
"Yes." Ryou answered solemnly for his mate. Yugi winced.
Marik and Malik – twin hunter demons, they were known for their extraordinary skill at tracking down anything, human or demon, as well as their extreme brutality. They would never give up – not if they chased him to the ends of the earth.
"Lay low." Bakura advised bluntly. "You might want to dump the mortal and find a deep, dark hole somewhere."
Yugi glanced at Yami, sleeping peacefully. He shook his head. "I can't." He reached over, stroking the teenager's cheek gently. "He trusted me enough to leave his home because I asked him to, even if I had to enchant him in the process – that makes him my responsibility, at least until he can stand on his own two feet." He looked up at the white-haired demons with a small smile. "Thank you for the warning."
Bakura simply dismissed the shield, while Ryou gave a small nod and soft smile. They left wordlessly, leaving Yugi to his thoughts.
He couldn't abandon Yami. The very thought of leaving him made his chest constrict. And I will not abandon my game. He thought of Yami's father and his eyes hardened. Even if it cost me my life, this game I will win.
End of that chapter - thanks for reading, and drop me a line to let me know what you think!