A Yu-Gi-Oh! Nightmare

"He he he, we got a great haul!" Joey exclaimed exuberantly as he, Tristan, Ryou, Tea, and Yugi entered the Game Shop apartment. He was waving around a pillowcase of candy.

"Yeah, totally," Tristan agreed, he and Joey dropping onto their knees on the living room floor, and upending his own pillowcase.

"You guys got as much candy as the kids did," Tea said. "Don't you think you're a little old for this?"

"You're never too old for Trick or Treating!" Tristan protested.

Technically, the five of them had gone Trick or Treating to supervise Tea's two cousins and Tristan's nephew. But the two, despite being high school graduates, had unabashedly held out their own bags alongside the three middle school kids.

"We're adults. Well, Ryou, Yugi, and me are."

"Hey, nothing stopped you from dressing up," Joey protested.

They had all dressed up to accompany the kids. Tea was a fairy queen with sweeping gossamer wings, themed with her two cousins who had both been fairy princesses. Tristan and his nephew had both gone as Frankenstein's monster. Joey was a pirate, complete with a plastic cutlass and an eye patch he now flipped up, but didn't take off. Ryou was dressed as a mad scientist, the long white lab coat complimenting his long white hair. Yugi had put in a little effort and turned his already semi-punk style into a full one, adding eyeliner to his eyes, a black leather jacket with spikes, and fingerless black gloves. He'd let Tea talk him into painting his nails black.

"Yeah, and if you don't cut it out, you can't have any candy," Tristan added with a grin, holding out a chocolate bar they all knew was Tea's favorite.

Tea made a thoughtful face, then took the candy bar. Everyone chuckled and settled in to raid the candy stash. Half an hour later, they were all sprawled out all over the living room, munching on delivery pizza, popcorn, and candy, watching a horror movie on TV. It was cheesy and stupid and soon Tristan and Joey had everyone laughing themselves silly with smart comments. Afterwards, they played Duel Monsters, Joey coming very close to beating Yugi, none of the other three coming close to beating either of them. Then they started another horror movie.

/Did you have fun, Aibou?/

Yugi smiled and stood, stretching and excusing himself from the group. /We did,/ he said as he padded upstairs. /Did you?/

/Absolutely not,/ Yami said with a sigh. /I think I was as bored as Seto./

Somehow the impossible had happened and Mokuba had prevailed on his older brother to host a Kaibaland Halloween event. The theme park had been heavily redecorated with the Duel Monsters revamped as Halloween monsters and the theme park staff dressed in various costumes. The main dueling arena had been transformed into a haunted house, with Kaiba's hologram technology put to good use. The word was it was spectacularly scary and a huge hit. For the last night, Halloween proper, Yami had accompanied Kaiba as chaperones for Mokuba's high school class' big Halloween dance. Yugi still wasn't sure how Mokuba had managed to talk Kaiba into that. Maybe he should be put in charge of all contract negotiations.

/I'm sure Mokuba appreciated you./ Yugi glanced at the clock on his nightstand. /It's only eleven. Is Kaibaland Halloween Horror Night already over?/

/No. The dance is, but all the kids are exploring the park. But Seto couldn't take anymore and I was more than happy to head home with him./

Yugi shook his head in amusement. /Well, the others are still here. We're watching horror movies and eating junk food. You're more than welcome to come over./

/Thank you, Aibou, but I think I'll stay home with Seto. Halloween is not really my thing./

Yugi said goodnight and headed into the upstairs bathroom. Washing his hands, he studied himself in the mirror. What had he been thinking? He looked like The Crow.

Getting out his mother's makeup remover, he soaked a cotton ball, then looked up as a knock came to the door. It opened a little and Joey peeked his head in.

"Hey, you aren't taking that off, are ya?" Joey slid into the bathroom and shut the door. "'Cause, it looks kinda hot."

Yugi blinked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah. 'Course, you look pretty hot in anything."

Yugi swallowed as Joey grinned down at him and stepped closer. He set the cotton ball on the counter and put his hands on Joey's chest as the blond wrapped his arms around him and drew him up against him.

"O-Our friends are right downstairs."

"I know," Joey murmured in his ear. "Makes it exciting."

Yugi wasn't so sure about that, but he didn't protest when Joey claimed his mouth. Hastily shutting his link with Yami before he forgot, he moaned when Joey groped his backside. Reaching up, Yugi started undoing the buttons to Joey's black shirt, baring his chest. Leaning forward, Yugi kissed along a pec, then gently bit the nipple. Joey hissed and tugged Yugi's shirt out of his pants, running his hands under it.

Yugi licked the other nipple, then stood up on his toes for another kiss. Joey growled and picked Yugi up, setting him on the counter and going for the fastenings of his pants.

"Our friends are right downstairs…" Yugi said again, well aware that he wasn't really protesting.

"Mhm," Joey agreed.

Yugi covered his mouth and shut his eyes as Joey bent down and licked his tip. A delicious shock went all the way to his toes and he whimpered. He pressed his free hand against the counter and lifted himself up enough for Joey to work his pants down and off. They made a muffled whump on the floor. The counter was cold against Yugi's bare butt and it was a startling contrast to the heat of Joey's mouth when he swallowed him down. Yugi grabbed a handful of Joey's hair, causing the black bandana he was wearing to pop free and bunch in his fist.

Abruptly he tilted alarmingly and had to throw his hand out to brace against the wall when Joey grabbed the back of his knee and pushed his leg up. Resting his foot against the counter, he watched hazily as Joey dug into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms and a tube of lubricant, then slicked his fingers, all while his mouth busily worked.

"You planned this," Yugi whispered accusingly, his fingers clenching into a fist against the wall when Joey's tongue swirled especially good.

Joey lifted up enough to talk. "I got it out of your nightstand, Yug', don't pretend you ain't as horny as me."

Yugi blushed again, then moaned when Joey swallowed him back down, one slick finger pressing slowly into him. Yugi bit his lip, tilting back against the mirror and closing his eyes. One hand on the wall, the other back in Joey's hair. Another finger joined the first and they scissored within him, making him arch when Joey found his sweet spot. Pleasure tingled through his nerves and the rising heat had chased away any chill from the bathroom.

The third finger made him lift his hips, Joey humming around him. Yugi opened his eyes and looked down at him, seeing his brown eyes burning with lust and amusement. His tongue rubbed steadily against his cock, slick and soft. Yugi felt his orgasm bearing down on him and he closed his eyes again, letting his head thunk back against the mirror. He felt sweat trickle down his back and his balls tighten.

"Joey, please," Yugi whispered.

Joey lifted off and dragged his tongue down the length of Yugi's twitching shaft before mouthing his sac. Yugi's fingers flexed in his hair, but he ignored that. Joey teased the very base of Yugi's shaft with his lips, feathery kisses, before adding swipes of his tongue against his balls. Yugi arched, his head rolling back against the mirror. Joey kissed his way back up his length before taking him back into his mouth.

Joey bobbed faster over him, free hand sliding up his thigh, then running up his body, dragging his shirt along with it, pads brushing over his nipple while his other fingers twisted. Yugi arched up from the counter, forcing himself down Joey's throat so hard that he choked. His throat spasmed around Yugi's tip and his apology was cut off by his own moan. His fingers tightened in his hair and then he came, shuddering as he spilled into his mouth. Joey rubbed his sweet spot until he thought he'd pass out and he was gasping too hard to scream. Joey swallowed and licked him clean, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"You're tastier than the candy, Yug'," Joey muttered, voice throaty and hoarse, chuckling at Yugi's embarrassed whine.

He stood, pulling Yugi into his arms as he went boneless. Joey rubbed his back, then cupped his chin and kissed him. He pulled Yugi off the counter and got him to stand on shaky legs. Breaking the kiss, Joey turned Yugi around and bent him forward, Yugi bracing himself against the far wall. He heard the rustle as Joey got his pants off and spread his legs further in anticipation.

Joey slid into him smoothly and he relished the groan from over his head. Resting his forehead against his knuckles, Yugi whimpered. That first stretch always took his breath away. He could feel Joey so deep inside of him, thick and hot and unyielding. Then Joey began to thrust.

"Don't hold back," he said.

Joey obeyed, his tempo quickly becoming fast and hard. Yugi reared back from the wall, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, pulses of pleasure shocking through his exhausted body. Joey's hands clutched his hips, sure to leave bruises. Yugi liked looking at them the morning after.

"Fuck, Yugi," Joey rasped as he buried his face in his spiky hair.

One hand left his hip and moved up, cupping Yugi's chin. Two fingers pressed into his mouth and Yugi suckled on them, reaching up with one hand to grasp Joey's wrist. He traced the calloused pads with the tip of his tongue.

A knock on the bathroom door made him gasp muffedly. Joey's hips stilled, but he didn't let go of Yugi's chin.

"Yugi?" It was Tea's voice. "Are you in there?"

Horrified, Yugi felt his blood turn to ice. Joey, however, turned his face to the bathroom door. "Actually, it's me."

"Oh. Well, have you seen Yugi?"

"In here? Nope, not at all." His hips jostled teasingly and Yugi nearly bit his fingers trying to suppress a moan.

"Uh, right, sorry!"

They heard Tea's footsteps descend the stairs. Joey laughed wickedly.

"You're a jerk," Yugi said, words garbled.

"Mhm," Joey agreed again.

He pulled Yugi up until they were flush together, pulling his fingers from Yugi's mouth. They trailed wetly down his neck, which he gripped lightly before beginning to thrust again. Yugi groaned and closed his eyes, hands clutching both of Joey's wrists. Joey nuzzled his face into his hair again, and he was panting right in Yugi's ear, which only served to turn Yugi on even more.

"God, Yug', you feel amazing," Joey rasped.

They both staggered back a little until Joey's back hit the edge of the sink. Bracing against it, Joey moved faster. His fingers tightened a little around Yugi's throat, which was protected by his collar, and his other hand moved down between his legs, massaging his aching length. Yugi was tightening, tensing, approaching his second orgasm.

"Come for me, Yugi," Joey whispered. "Look so beautiful when you do."

Yugi bit his lip so hard it was almost bleeding. He covered Joey's hand with his own, then let go of the wrist holding his throat to clamp his fingers over his own mouth. His orgasm hit and he screamed. Shudders rippled through him and he could feel himself clenching on Joey, who growled. Joey's fingers milked him until Yugi had to beg him to stop. Then he felt him reach his own climax, his hips snapping so hard Yugi was almost up on his toes. He reached back to grab the back of Joey's neck, his nails digging in. He turned his head and cupped his cheek, pulling his face around to his, kissing him as Joey rode out his own orgasm. The way Joey moaned into his mouth made his buzzing nerves tingle. He could feel him pulsing inside him.

Joey's thrusts gradually slowed and stopped. They slumped, Joey holding himself up on one elbow on the counter, his arm around Yugi's waist the only thing keeping Yugi from collapsing to the floor. He withdrew, and they managed to get their legs to support them. Yugi turned around, exhausted and hot and sticky and aching. Joey grinned at him tiredly, his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead.

"Your makeup's all smeared. Damn, you look fucking hot, Yug'."

Yugi blushed and gazed past Joey's arm into the mirror. His cheeks were red and his skin gleamed with sweat. His black makeup was indeed smeared, and his hair was in disarray. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded and he had that freshly-fucked look.

"The others are going to know what we were doing," he said in dismay.

Joey grinned lecherously. "Nah. It's dark down there for the movie marathon. We'll get cleaned up and they won't have a clue. They don't even know we're together, remember?"

It wasn't like they were keeping it a secret for any real reason. Except the secret of it turned Joey on. The only one who knew was Yami.

They washed up, straightened out their costumes. Yugi made sure Joey looked presentable, and found himself appreciating Joey's costume all over again. He looked really good as a pirate, scruffy blond hair sticking out from under his bandana, button up shirt showing a bit of his collarbone, sash around his waist defining his hips. Joey saw him looking and another lizard smile spread over his face. Yugi smacked him, then pulled him down by his shirt for another kiss. Afterwards, Joey trotted downstairs ahead of Yugi, who went into his room to return the lube and condoms to their hiding place and bury the used one way down deep in the trash. He heard what sounded like Tristan ragging Joey for being in the bathroom so long and the two scuffling.

"There you are," Tea said when he entered the living room. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just talking to Yami, sorry." Not quite a lie.

"This horror movie's worse than the first one," Ryou said as they settled in again.

"So turn it over," Joey said, stuffing some cold popcorn into his mouth.

The rest of the night passed by faster than Yugi would have expected. Soon it was three am and the five of them were dozing off. Yugi managed to rouse himself long enough to turn off the TV, which brought the others around. They'd all been planning to stay over at Yugi's, so the group headed up to Yugi's room where their belongings were. There was some confused jumble as they all took turns getting out their costumes and into some nightclothes. There was just enough room on the floor for five sleeping bags and Yugi was glad to turn out the light. He'd refused using his bed while the others were on the floor, and he was between Joey and Tea.

Moonlight streaming through his skylight silvered Joey's hair and made his eyes black as coal. He grinned at him again through the dark and leaned over to sneak another quick kiss. The rustling of the sleeping bags masked the soft snick of their lips.

Quite happy with the night he'd had, Yugi drifted off.

He was walking down the stairs to the bottom floor. Behind him, he heard soft footsteps following, but he didn't turn his head.

'Yug'?" Joey's voice, soft so as not to wake anyone else up.

Yugi turned around in the living room and watched Joey come in after him. There was enough light coming in through the window that Yugi could see Joey's curious expression as he stopped in front of him.

"What's up?"

Yugi reached out and threaded his fingers through Joey's hair and pulled him down. They met in another kiss and Joey moaned softly against his mouth. His hands rested on Yugi's hips, but he drew his head back and looked down at him.

"Not right out here in the living room," he said. "What if someone comes down for a drink or something?"

"Meet me outside in backyard," Yugi responded.

There was just enough light to see Joey's eyebrows shoot up. He hesitated, then grinned and turned around, heading through the kitchen to the side door. Yugi followed and they stopped under the spreading tree that was right outside Yugi's bedroom window.

"It's cold out here," Joey said doubtfully. "And too bright. It's almost morning, Yug'."

Yugi reached up with one hand and cupped the back of Joey's neck. The early Saturday light shone off Joey's hair and dew was cold under their bare feet. He drew Joey down and kissed him again. As expected, Joey's attention was instantly on the kiss.

Yugi brought his other hand up from his side and plunged the knife he held deep into Joey's belly.

A muffled grunt vibrated against his lips and he tightened his hand on the back of Joey's neck. The blond tried to push him away and he held on, pulling the knife out and plunging it back in. Then again. And again. Joey screamed against his mouth and Yugi continued to kiss him as he sawed the knife through Joey's guts. His toes were warm now as blood splattered against them.

Breaking the kiss, Yugi held onto his nape while he drew the knife back out and plunged it in again. Joey's face was chalk white and his brown eyes wide with fear and shiny with pain. His grips on Yugi's shoulders were weakening fast.

Yugi raised his hand and stabbed the knife into Joey's chest. He did it again as Joey staggered back against the tree. Blood trickled out of his mouth and spilled down his chin.

"Red's a beautiful color on you, Joey," Yugi whispered.

Joey tried to say something and coughed up more blood. Yugi purred and kissed him again, lapping blood out of the dying blond's mouth. It was hot and salty on his tongue. Raising up the knife, he drew it slowly across Joey's throat, spilling more blood. Joey slid down the tree and Yugi dropped the knife to hold his face in both hands, kissing him again and again as they sank to the ground.

"Beautiful," Yugi whispered as he drew back and watched Joey's eyes cloud.

Joey gurgled what might have been his name. Reaching up, Yugi petted his fingers through his hair.

"Shhh. So beautiful. I love watching you die."

Death rattled in Joey's chest. He surged once in a rictus, then sagged with a final sigh. Yugi smiled, still holding his face, rubbing his cheeks with his fingers. Blood was everywhere, the hot coppery smell blowing in the breeze. Joey's guts were in his lap. His clothes were so saturated in red it was black. His eyes stared sightlessly into Yugi's. Yugi kissed bloody lips again.

Yugi shot up with a gasp. Panting and shaking, Yugi almost screamed. His eyes darted around the room, and for a moment he felt trapped and entangled. He thrashed. Then he realized he was in the sleeping bag.

Looking wildly to his right, he found Joey curled up in his own bag, early morning light playing off his skin. He was asleep, snoring softly. No blood. No blood.

Yugi clutched his head, panic making him feel sick. He took several deep breaths, amazed none of the others had woken. What an awful nightmare.

No, someone had woken. Yugi could feel eyes on him. He looked around.

Joey was asleep.

Tristan was asleep.

So was Tea, and Ryou.

The feeling disappeared.

Just a remnant of the nightmare then. Yugi slowly sank back to the floor, then turned his head and looked at Joey again. Asleep, safe and sound. Relief flooded through Yugi and he leaned over on his elbow, reaching out and brushing Joey's hair back. The blond stirred a little, but didn't waken. Yugi leaned over and kissed his cheek, then made himself lay down again. He doubted he was getting anymore sleep that night.

And that was okay with him.

Joey turned over in his sleeping bag. Sleeping on the floor always sucked, and he'd been tossing and turning all night. Finally he rolled over onto his back with a sigh, staring ruefully up at the skylight from which gray morning light was streaming.

Turning his head, he looked over at Yugi. He was on his side and facing Joey, blond bolt bangs hanging in his face, his breathing deep and even. Joey smiled and turned over up onto his elbow, reaching out to brush Yugi's bangs back and tuck them behind his ear. He bent down and kissed Yugi's temple, then reluctantly got out of his sleeping bag. He had to pee, and he didn't think he'd be getting any real rest.

He carefully stepped over Ryou and left the bedroom. Padding into the bathroom, he took care of business, then washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face. Straightening up, he studied his face. He was pale and tired-looking. After breakfast, when the others had headed home, maybe he could talk Yugi into going back to sleep in his soft, warm bed. He didn't know when his parents and Grandpa were going to be home, though. Instead, maybe he could talk Yugi into coming home with him and curling up in his own bed. His own dad was God-knew-where on another gambling-and-drinking binge, so Joey knew they'd have some privacy.

His mind flashed on how Yugi had looked spread out on this counter, pink-cheeked and moaning while Joey fingered him and sucked him off. Tingles ran through his body and he grinned to himself. Okay, maybe he would get some more sleep this afternoon.

Noises from the bedroom made him leave the bathroom, glad his thoughts hadn't lingered on Yugi too long.

The others were stirring. Tea passed Joey for the bathroom with a sleepy good morning. In the bedroom, Joey tripped over Ryou, who sat up to stretch just as Joey was stepping over him again.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" Ryou exclaimed.

Joey landed on his hands and knees, thankfully cushioned by his empty sleeping bag.

"Are you okay?" Yugi asked, sitting up and turning to him.

"Ahh… yeah. You okay, Ryou?"

"Yes. Really sorry, Joey." Ryou was rubbing where Joey had accidentally kicked him.

Tristan sat up sleepily, looking around. Rubbing one eye, he blinked at them. "Sorry for what?"

"Nothing." Joey turned around and sat on his sleeping bag. He stretched himself and yawned. "We gettin' some breakfast?"

"I don't see how you're not still full from last night," Tea said as she came back into the bedroom. She settled herself down on her own sleeping bag.

"Have we met?"

"Mom and Grandpa are probably home by now," Yugi said, looking at his bedside clock. Joey turned to view it and saw it was later than he thought; almost eight.

"It-ah-wouldn't be fair to ask Mrs. Moto to make us all breakfast," Ryou said, yawning apologetically. "Why don't we all get dressed and grab breakfast at that café around the corner?"

Joey wasn't really in the mood to socialize more, as tired as he was, but it would be rude to say so. Besides, the others were all for it, Yugi included, so what choice did he have?

They spent the next forty-five minutes taking turns getting changed into day clothes and packing up their stuff. By that time, Joey had woken up considerably and was starving.

They had an enjoyable breakfast and then parted ways. But Joey stopped Yugi at the corner.

"You want to come over to my place?" he asked. "My dad's away somewhere and I could use some more company."

He hated that look of sadness on Yugi's face, but he said nothing to it. So he had some shitty parents, so what.

"Yeah. Let me let Mom know and get my keys."

Joey waited on the corner for Yugi to run home and do that. While he did, he frowned to himself. He felt like someone was watching him. But looking around, he saw only a couple other people on the street and no one was looking his way. Weird.

Yugi made it back and they took the bus to Joey's neighborhood. He was glad he'd straightened the apartment up a bit before going to meet the gang for their Trick or Treating job. It was a lot easier to do that when his dad wasn't around.

"Joey, did you get much sleep last night? You look really tired."

"Nah, not much. No big. You look kind of tired, too."

"Sleeping on the floor's not much fun," Yugi admitted.

"Well, I got a bed, and you and me don't got anywhere to be."

Yugi smiled at him and the pair headed into Joey's room. Once in there, they stripped to their boxers and climbed into the bed. It was small and sagged in the middle, but was comfortable enough once he'd drawn Yugi into his arms.

"Actually, I had a lot of fun last night," Joey said, then chuckled. He could sense Yugi blushing even if he couldn't see it with his nose in his collarbone. "Maybe after a nap, you and me can have some more fun."

He shivered as he felt Yugi kiss his neck. "Maybe," Yugi said teasingly.

Joey was sort of interested to have some more fun right then, but he was warm and comfortable and sleepy. Rubbing Yugi's arm with his thumb, Joey nuzzled into spiky hair and drifted off.

When he opened his eyes, it was dark. Unsurprised, he sat up. Beside him, Yugi shifted and mumbled grumpily. Looking over at his clock, he saw it was almost midnight.

'Yugi, wake up. Your mom's gonna wonder where you are."

Yugi stirred and opened his eyes. He blinked sleepily, then opened his eyes wider and sat up with a gasp. He looked out the window, then over at the alarm clock.

"Midnight?! How did we sleep the whole day?!"

Joey turned on his bedside lamp. Yugi started to scramble over him out of bed and Joey grabbed him around the middle and dumped back on his back on the mattress.

"Joey, no, not right now. It's too late. I need to call my mom and-"

Joey cut him off with a kiss. Yugi mumbled something against his lips and pushed at him. Joey lifted his head.

"Joey, come on, later. Tomorrow or-"

Joey kissed him again. Yugi squirmed and Joey slowly rolled over on top of him. Straddling Yugi's trim little hips, Joey pushed himself up on his palms. Yugi stared up at him, hands on his shoulders and pushing at him.

"Get off. I'm serious, Mom's going to be so mad at me."

"Don't be a tease," Joey said lazily.

Yugi gaped at him, then glared and tried to shove him off. "What's wrong with you? This isn't funny, Joey."

Joey reached up and stroked his fingers through Yugi's bangs, pushing them back behind his ear, and cupped his face. He rubbed his cheekbone with his thumb.

"You looked hot when your makeup was all smeared all over your face," he said. "Like you'd been crying."

Yugi stilled and looked at him with a frown. Joey smiled down at him. He traced his thumb over Yugi's lips, then down and gripped his face. He squeezed.

"Ow! Joey what the hell are you doing?! This is not funny, get off me!"

Joey rubbed his thumb back over his lips, pushing hard enough to feel a hint of wet tongue against the tip, the hardness of his teeth. Then back up his cheekbone. Yugi was now looking disturbed.

Bordering on afraid.

"Joey?"

"You have the most beautiful eyes, Yug'."

Joey slid his thumb up and gouged one out.

Yugi's screech echoed through the bedroom. He came alive, thrashing and twisting. Joey casually grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them into the mattress. He squeezed as hard as he could, feeling the bones of Yugi's slender wrists beneath his fingers.

"Gorgeous," Joey said softly.

Yugi was sobbing, trying to buck Joey off. Joey got his ankles hooked under Yugi's calves and settled his full weight on him. Yugi opened his remaining eye, shiny with tears that trickled down his cheek. The other raw eye socket dripped blood and gore.

"Joey!" Yugi wailed. "Why-"

Joey kissed him, then bit his bottom lip until blood burst into their mouths. Yugi screamed again as Joey gnawed and jerked his head back and forth. The mouthful of flesh parted and Joey casually chewed and swallowed. As Yugi thrashed, Joey bent his head and bit into his cheek.

Yugi's shrieks were piercing. Joey held him down, chewed and swallowed, bit again. Chewed and swallowed. Bit again. Blood sprayed and ran down his chin. It soaked the pillow and Yugi's hair. The stench of it filled the bedroom.

At last, Joey sat up a bit and studied his face.

There wasn't any face left. He was interested to see Yugi's remaining eye shining out of a bloody, ravaged lump of meat, crystal clear amethyst sparkling in so much red.

Joey smiled at him and licked bloody bits from his lips. Yugi had long since stopped fighting. His breathing was wet, labored, hacking. And still he stared up at Joey with one, glittering eye.

Joey leaned down, kissed what might pass for the remains of his mouth, naked blood-stained teeth.

He nosed under Yugi's chin, dug his own teeth into a slender neck above the familiar collar. A greater gout of blood pumped down his throat and he was reminded of Yugi coming in his mouth.

Joey chewed and swallowed. Bit again. Chewed and swallowed.

Bit again.

Joey sat up with a scream. Beside him, Yugi came awake with a startled cry. He had been belly down and now he pushed himself up onto his elbow, reaching out one hand.

"Joey, what? What?"

Joey gaped at him. Whole and alive. Whole, alive, no blood. No gore. Sunlight streamed through his window and lit up a face unravaged. Whole and clean and so beautiful. And so alarmed.

"Joey?!"

"Yugi…Yugi…" Joey was almost sobbing as he reached out and cupped Yugi's face. "You're okay, oh, God, you're okay."

Yugi was dragged across the mattress as Joey wrapped his arms around him and pulled him against him. He hugged him tightly, burying his face in his spiky hair and letting out a shaky breath.

"Joey, what's wrong?!"

"A…A nightmare," Joey said. He breathed in the citrusy scent of Yugi's hair, then drew back enough to look into worried eyes, two of them, crystal clear amethyst. "A terrible fucking nightmare."

"It's okay," Yugi said. "It's over."

Joey nodded, still shaking. Yugi hugged him back, pulling Joey's head down to his chest and stroking his hair, now up on his knees. Joey held onto him, nuzzling into him and closed his eyes. God, how fucking awful. Eating Yugi alive. He could almost taste rich hot blood on his tongue and he wanted to gag.

He felt a gaze on him. Lifting his head, he looked over Yugi's shoulder.

Nothing of course.

They were alone.

Seto grumbled as he set his toothbrush back in its holder. It was after midnight. A whole day wasted babysitting a couple score of high school brats using his hologram technology to scare themselves silly and then dance to awful pop music and eat junk food designed to look like gore.

How the hell had Mokuba managed to talk him into that one?

Well, now Roland and Fuguta could enjoy looking after them and making sure they all got home. Seto had done his brotherly duty for as long as he could stand.

Out in the bedroom, Seto paused. Yami was sitting on the foot of the bed, leaned back on his palms, and smiling at him. Seto knew that look. He padded across the room and stopped in front of him, looking down at him.

"What?"

"Like you don't know." Yami reached out one hand to fiddle with the sash to Seto's robe. "Smart as you are?"

"Hmph."

"Don't play hard to get. It doesn't suit you."

Yami gasped as Seto grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up, throwing him on his back in the mattress and surging up over him.

"Is this better?" he sneered, leaning down to kiss his lips bruisingly.

"Much," Yami mumbled, muffled against his mouth.

Seto gentled the kiss and pressed his tongue inside. Yami wrapped his arms around his neck and slid fingers into his hair. Seto settled on his hip at his side, running one hand up his body as he licked into his mouth. Yami broke the kiss and pecked the tip of his nose, which made it wrinkle. Yami grinned and Seto ducked his head under his chin and sucked at his pulse point. He only sometimes wore the little fetish collar look that Yugi maintained. The Puzzle was on the dresser now that he didn't need to always be in contact with it.

"Mmm."

Fingers carded through his hair, then Seto felt him tugging at the tie of the sash. It came undone and Seto pushed himself up on his palms, the robe parting open down to his waist and brushing against Yami's sides. Yami rubbed his hands down his chest and stomach, then around to the small of his back. Seto kissed him again, then sat up on his knees. The robe parted more, falling off his shoulders and sliding partway down his arms. Yami's eyes got really dark at that and he sat up to push it further down, his lips feathering over Seto's pec.

Seto shrugged the robe all the way off, left only in his silk boxers. Yami squirmed out from under him, then turned around and settled on his belly. He nuzzled at his crotch, then mouthed at him. Seto grunted, threading fingers through spiky hair. Yami gripped his waistband, then tugged it down, freeing his stiffening erection. A warm, wet tongue flickered over the head and Seto closed his eyes.

Slowly Yami took in as much as he could fit in his mouth. Seto groaned, feeling his tongue rubbing slowly down his length. His fingers flexed in his hair and he thrust gently. Yami hummed and Seto grit his teeth. He enjoyed the bliss of Yami's mouth for several long minutes, every swirl and lap of tongue making him harder. Finally he drew away from him, walking back on his knees and sitting on his heels, breathing shaky. Yami rested his chin on his palm and smirked at him, licking his lips.

Seto grabbed him and pulled him gently up, cupping his face and claiming his mouth. Yami kissed him back, running his fingers down his back. His teeth lightly bit Seto's bottom lip and he growled. Still kissing him, Seto tilted Yami back, slowly laying him down on the bed, then leaned over him and reached for the nightstand. The lube was already out and ready.

Yami wriggled under him, trying to get his pajama pants and boxers off with Seto pretty much laying on him. It made for some interesting rubbing, but Seto finally drew back and tugged the garments off and tossed them to the floor. He then turned Yami over and pushed him all the way down. Straddling his calves, Seto kneaded his hands along Yami's shoulders and down his back, before spreading his cheeks with his thumbs. Yami ground himself against the sheets with whimper and Seto took up the lube again to slick his fingers.

One, two, three he pressed into Yami one after the other, stretching and scissoring while he moaned. His hands were splayed out on the mattress, his chin resting on a pillow. Then Seto withdrew his fingers and slicked himself, before shifting around and then sinking inside him. He was pretty much doing a pushup over Yami, the effort adding a nice burn to his shoulders.

Seto rocked into him, the pushes of his hips making Yami rub into the sheets, and Seto heard his voice go muffled as he bit the pillow. His fingers were now clenched into fists.

Seto increased his pace, grunting with the exertion and feeling sweat roll down his temple. Beneath him, Yami was trembling. He was tightening around Seto, his face buried so deep in the pillow Seto wasn't sure how he could breathe. The whines coming out of his throat made Seto's blood boil. He dropped down and pressed kisses to his shoulder, briefly flush to his body and merely grinding shallowly into him, nuzzling his neck and breathing in the smell of sex and sweat off his skin. Then he pushed himself back up and started a harder rhythm. Yami's head came up and he cried out.

"Seto!"

Seto shifted, thrusting fast and strong, the pleasant burn in his shoulders competing with the delicious friction below. Yami's head dropped back to the pillow and he shuddered. His fingers were clenched tight in the sheets.

Knowing Yami was getting close, Seto got one knee under him, then grabbed Yami's hips and twisted and pushed and rolled them, making Yami have to let go of the pillow as Seto landed on his back with Yami straddling his lap in a reverse cowgirl. His hands landed on Seto's thighs and he made a noise suspiciously close to a squeal when Seto jerked his hips up and made him bounce.

Yami started riding him, the muscles in his back shifting beneath sweat-shiny skin. Seto bit his lip and growled. He was so small, it made him so incredibly tight. He wasn't going to last much longer and neither was Yami. His rhythm was choppy and rushed. He was a vision. His lithe, sweat dampened body arched and bucked, muscles quivering.

Sitting up on one elbow, Seto got a hand around his cock and he stroked it roughly as Yami moved. Just a little longer. He was so hard in his hand, throbbing, that it was going to be just a little bit longer. Seto added a twist of his fist.

Yami's head dropped back and he cried out to the ceiling, his blunt nails digging into Seto's thighs. His orgasm seemed to take him by surprise.

Seto groaned, grabbed his hips in both hands and fell back against the sheets, back arching as he followed him. White flashed behind his eyes before the world righted itself.

Yami was clearly only being held up by Seto, his breathing ragged and his body shivering with aftershocks. He whimpered when Seto shifted to slip out of him, then rolled them onto their sides. He curled around Yami, kissing his shoulder, then leaned up on his elbow to look down at him. Yami turned a little under him with a sleepy smile. Seto bent down to kiss him, then leaned further over him and got the light.

Seto opened his eyes. Moonlight was a faint glow through the open curtains. The room had a late-night feel and a glance at the clock showed it was around three in the morning. He sat up, then looked down at Yami lying beside him. He was on his back, one hand on his stomach, the other up near his cheek on the pillow. The sheets were riding low on his hips, and his bangs were making two pale slash marks on his slender throat.

Seto raised his fist and brought it down on Yami's cheek.

Yami jerked awake with a cry of pain. Seto hit him again and his head snapped against the pillow.

"Ow! Seto, what are you doing?!"

Seto's next punch got his sternum. Yami grunted and pushed himself up on his hands, trying to slide away from him. He tried to scramble out of bed and got tangled in the sheets. There was a muffled thump as he hit the floor.

Seto calmly got out of bed and kicked him in the ribs as he tried to get up. Yami cried out and Seto kicked him again, hearing a couple crack. Yami crawled away from him and staggered to his feet. Seto shoved him and he hit the wall. Pushing himself off, he managed to dodge around Seto and ran for his Puzzle. Seto caught him easily because Yami's legs were just too short.

He grabbed the back of his head and slammed him into the wall. Yami fell to the floor, stunned. Blood was a red rose on his face. His equally crimson eyes were dazed as they looked up at Seto.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked in a weak voice.

Seto knelt down beside him, raised his fist, and punched Yami so hard his cheekbone cracked. Seto's knuckles split, but he paid them no mind. He contemptuously shoved aside Yami's hand when he tried to raise it to defend himself and broke his jaw.

Seto's fist struck again and again. Eventually, Yami didn't fight back anymore.

Seto stood up and then stomped on his chest. More ribs cracked. Seto stomped again, then again. The room was filled with the stink of blood and it dripped and rolled down the planes of Seto's chest and stomach and coated his hands and feet.

Seto turned and walked back over to his bed. He crawled under the covers and relaxed.

Seto came awake with a start, eyes blind in the darkness. What a nightmare. Where the hell had that come from?

Must have been all the stupid Halloween shit from Kaibland. This was the first and the last year Mokuba was ever going to talk him into that again.

Seto felt like he was being watched. He frowned and tried to find Yami's outline in the dark, let him know he was fine.

The air smelled funny. Metallic, coppery. Seto's skin felt sticky. He thought he was alone in bed.

He didn't turn on the light.

End

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