Falls On Me
Black. It was so dark and cold. He had been here so long with nothing to hear except the sound of is own screams and the rattle of is chains against the stone of his prison. His pain, so sharp and sure, was so much a part of him he gagged when suddenly it stopped. Then he realized there was something moving in the dark.
Could someone have saved him? What if it was one of the ones that put him there? Something brushed against his cheek. He gasped, and the touch disappeared.
"I'm going to help you."
The voice was young, far younger than any of his captors. The spirit clenched his jaw as hands slid up his arms, each in turn, releasing him from his bonds. He fell forward in slow motion into a warm embrace. Tears fell unbidden and unchecked when suddenly there was light.
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He opened is eyes slowly, unwillingly. He couldn't remember where he was, who he was, or even what he was. He didn't even want to exist. Laying and staring at blank white, everything suddenly came back to him. He moaned slightly at the pain in his head as he turned it to the side.
He wasn't alone.
A boy sat in the chair next to his bed. For that is where he lay- a soft bed instead of shackled to darkness. He stared at him blankly for a moment until the boy said,
"How do you feel?" The voice was familiar. He knew that voice - it was his rescuer. He didn't know how to answer. He didn't understand. Was that the language he was supposed to speak?
He blinked several times, a slight blurriness surrounded his vision. When he didn't say anything, the boy continued. "Well, I guess that was a stupid question. My name is Yugi Motou. Can you hear me?"
He managed to shake his head yes after a moment. Why was he so weak?
"Can you tell me your name at least?"
What was it? It fluttered along the outside of his memory, teasing him. A word came to him, and he blurted it out, glad he could still speak.
"Yami." He whispered hoarsely.
"Fitting, considering where I found you."
His eyes closed, and he opened them quickly. He did not know this boy, and in his current condition could easily be hurt by him. He wanted to be afraid, but he was so sleepy. Yugi smiled. There was nothing malicious about him.
"Go back to sleep. You are safe here."
Yami believed him, and was soon asleep again.
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The next time he woke, it was dark. A lamp shone next to him, and he sleepily noticed movement at the end of the bed. Yugi had just changed into his nightclothes. A sliver of pale skin disappeared as he finished pulling the dark cloth of his shirt down and looked up, catching his gaze.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" The boy walked over to the bedside, reaching down to turn off the soft light. Yami watched him. Yugi stopped before he could, instead, he reached over and made to touch Yami's forehead.
He gasped and flinched away. Yugi hesitated, but slowly lay his hand on Yami's cheek, stroking it gently.
"You feel feverish. I wonder if I should...." Yugi trailed off. Yami was nuzzling his hand. Yugi smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. They were quiet for a while, then, Yami spoke.
"Thank you for saving me." His voice sounded strange to his ears. He found the strange words rolled off his tongue easily enough. Yugi smiled, and shook his head.
"You don't have to thank me."
"No, I do. You don't understand." Yugi raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you're welcome." Then he smiled and Yami's heart melted. "Can I ask you about...?"
"Me?"
Yugi smiled, looking a little relieved. "What...was...that place? Where was that place?"
"It was my punishment."
"Huh?" Yugi raised an eyebrow, not knowing what to think. He was not afraid.
"My prison." Yami murmured. "I don't remember much about it. I feel a bit strange every time I think about it."
"That's odd." Yugi murmured. "I wonder…."
He trailed off, when he caught the look in Yami's eyes. He was staring at him with such longing that Yugi lost his breath. Entranced, Yugi ignored Yami's wince, placing his fingertips gently on his temple and moved slowly downwards over the curve of his ear, the corner of his jaw, his slender neck. When he reached Yami's collarbone he stopped. Yami opened his eyes, meeting Yugi's gaze. The soft yellow light from the lamp caught the color of his eyes, making them glow like hot red magma. His lips parted and Yugi leaned down, kissing his cool skin at the base of his throat.
He met no resistance when he started undoing the buttons on the front of Yami's borrowed shirt. Yami's face was expressionless, but his eyes begged for contact. Yugi knew without doubt that Yami wanted him to touch him. He knew it with every ounce of his being, but he couldn't say how he knew. He just reacted.
Yugi kissed the same spot and continued downwards, leaving quick open-mouthed kisses on his skin until he reached his waistband. Yugi glanced upwards. Yami had not moved, but he was breathing harder and his cheeks were a bit flushed. Yugi climbed on the bed, slowly, giving Yami plenty of time to protest. He only watched, not moving.
Yugi's hand slipped around his waist, and he tugged Yami until he was flush against him. He smiled at Yami's confused expression, and then laid his head on Yami's shoulder. Suddenly it occurred to both that this was as close as they had ever been to anyone.
As Yami pressed his cheek into Yugi's forehead, he made a promise to himself. He would always be there, no matter what the cost to himself, for his savior, his love, his light.
