Chapter 2

***Atem's POV***

I watched as my angel drove away, a cloud of dust following him. I smirked slightly as I stepped from the shadows and he turned back to look at me.

"Until next time, little one." I said, before vanishing within the night back to my castle.

Soon… Soon I would have my Angel.

***1.5 years later***

***Yugi's POV***

It's been a good year, since I last saw Yami. And I couldn't get his piercing red eyes out of my head. I can't help but feel that I have seen them before. Those deep red eyes that I could easily get lost in. I can't help but feel something for him. Even in those small moments I have known the man.

A sigh escaped my chapped lips, as I watched the snow fall to the ground with much force. I tied my usual amethyst cape tighter around my neck, as I shivered. I despised the cold. I pulled my hood over my face, as I suddenly dashed out into the frigid weather. I ran from the cave, my feet pounded on the ground, and held out my hand as my bike slowly appeared. I jumped onto it, but I didn't notice the dark shadowed figure behind me.

I cursed loudly as my bike refused to start. "Start already you stu- AH!" I let out a loud scream as pain ricochet through my head. Something hit me hard and I was thrown off of my bike. I didn't expect anyone to be out here. My vision faded in and out as I saw a pool of blood surrounded my head.

"The king will like you." I heard one last voice say, before I faded into the darkness.

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"…told you not to hurt him!" A pissed voice yelled and I flinched slightly, as I slowly awoke from my not-so-peaceful sleep. The voice sounded… familiar.

"I-I'm sorry, your majesty. Th-The snow made i-it hard to s-see and-." The voice was cut off by the first.

"SILENT!" The voice boomed around the room, "Guards, take him to the dungeon! I'll deal with my little one." My heart stopped for a split second, as I realized who the man was. Yami.

"Until next time, little one." He was the only one to ever call me that. But the man called him 'your majesty'…

I heard the door shut and footsteps softly approach the bed. I tried to calm my soaring heart as I felt the bed dip gently and someone climb into the surprisingly comfy bed beside me. My breathe hitched slightly as a hand rested on cheek, softly caressing it.

"I know your awake, my angel." After a moment, I opened my eyes slowly, just to be faced with those burning crimson that I haven't been able to get out of my head for the past year. I melted slightly under his strong gaze, but I quickly composed myself as I looked him over.

He had deep tan skin, and a sharp jawline, that ran up to his pierced ears. He had light lips that looked so kissable, too.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those thoughts, as a soft blush covered my face.

I looked back at him, my eyes running lower down his body. He had on a tight black tank top that I could easily see his toned torso through, and I glanced at his large frame, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it.

I have to stop these thoughts before… things… happen…

He was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants (No shocker there) and a pair of combat boots. His hand was soft against my face, even though he could kill me at any second. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him pressed up against me as he…

STOP.

I sighed softly, and looked back up at his deep blood colored pools.

I couldn't feel that way for him.

Not after… them…

"Where am I?" I asked softly, my voice hoarse for some reason.

"You, little one, are in my palace. What is your name anyways?" He asked, nonchalant.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. His smirk widened.

"Simply. I want to know whose name I'm going to be saying when I pound into your tiny frame~" He said suggestively and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

I sat up, just to let out a cry of pain, falling back onto the bed. In a heartbeat, Yami was over me, and for the first time, his expression had slight worry in it. My hand went up to my shoulder as I grabbed it, a scowl on my face. It felt like my shoulder was being ripped off.

"Hey…" I looked up with slightly teary eyes at Yami, and he softly removed my hand. "Let me fix it." I looked at him wearily, before nodding softly. He gave me a small smile, before leaning down to my shoulder, pressing his lips to it.

"H-Hey, what are you doing?!" I asked, but as soon my slight fear vanished as I let out a soft moan.

He softly sucked at my pale skin, but soon a weird feeling surrounded my shoulder, and I shut my eyes, leaning my head back. His hands that were resting on my hips were now sliding up my shirt, and I wound my good arm around his neck by instinct. The pain slowly drifted from my shoulder, and his attack on my body stopped. I laid there panting, my face probably extremely flushed and he looked down at me, with a wide smirk.

"W… Was that… really necessary?" I asked between pants, as I blushed harder, going over it in my head. He looked at me with half lidded eyes, and he chuckled.

"The kissing? No. I just wanted to hear you~" I growled and suddenly swung my arm up, successfully hitting him off of the bed.

"You damn perv-! wait… I can move my arm…" I was sitting up, wiggling my fingers in an experiment, and that's when I realized something was missing. My cloak.

I always, had my cloak.

My eyes widened as he sat up and groaned, rubbing his head. My hands went to my neck, as I frantically searched for the straps. They weren't there. Why weren't they there? I leapt from the bed, looking around wildly.

"Where is it? Oh my Ra, where is it?" I said frantically, as I began to have a panic attack. Yami was up already and looking at me like I was insane.

"Where is what?" He asked, and I ran around the room, trying to find it.

"My cloak. I need it. I cannot be without it. Yami, where is it?!" He was in front of me, and he put his hands on my shoulders successfully stopping me. He froze as he saw the tears falling off of my face. "Yami, I freaking need it!" I yelled loudly, and he snapped from his trance.

"Hey, hey, hey. Relax, little one. I had given it to one of my most trusted advisors to have it washed, because of the blood." My eyes widened more. It wasn't in this room. I didn't know where it was.

"I need it! You don't understand, I promised her! I promised her I would keep it safe!" I said, going into a complete anxiety attack. He held me closer as he slowly fell to the ground taking me with him.

"Hey. Angel, you need to calm down. Breath." He said gently, in a calming voice. He held my hands with one hand and the other was wound around my waist, as he held me close. I sat in his lap, as I tried to get away from him. "You need to breathe. In and out, Angel. In and out. Freaking out won't do anything. I promise that it is safe." My struggling slowly came to a stop as he gently rocked me and spoke to me in a soft voice. I leaned against him, and he wiped away my tear, his touch gentle.

"You… You promise?" I asked, softly, in a weak voice. He nodded and gave me his signature smirk.

"Yes, I promise, Aibou." I blinked at the new nickname. "I promise that it will be as safe as much my want to fuck you is~" I blushed deeply, and buried my face into his chest. He chuckled and I let him hold me, before I slowly drifted to sleep.