Title: Necessity

Author: Chocobo Mushroom

Rating: M

Pairing: Yogi & Gareki

Disclaimers: I do not own Karneval or any of it's characters. I apologize in advance if you think the characters are OOC, strange, dysfunctional, or the pairing is not to your liking.

Warning: Hardcore and not for kiddos.

A/N: So, If your hoping that this is a nice following chapter, I'm sorry but your hopes have just been destroyed. Please enjoy anyhow, a full apology is at the bottom.

It all happened in a blur. Gareki found himself amidst two foundations of acceptance. The first, was the obvious one. He could back away from the entire thing and return to his obnoxious but regular life. Sure, some explaining to Yogi would be necessary, but it sure beat option two: leaping into the open arms of rejection and trickery with a smile upon his face.

Some things were just plain wrong about this option. He could find himself tipping off of the teetering edge that was called his sanity. He could be gambling out his job, the only thing that held down his world. In a way, it really didn't matter anymore. Everything he did was simply a joke. Sales were never good, and the company wasn't even anything major.

Or perhaps, on the other side, he was being offered another angle to approach life, in a way similar to how he was before. Maybe it was a more sadistic way of living, where he could accept the fact that he would always be used once and tossed away. It was actually an easy job that was self explanatory. Akari made it clear and simple when he marked the boundaries of his territory; he was clearly possessive of Yogi and wasn't going to easily give him up.

The day after Gareki ate dinner with Yogi, Akari made it very obvious his opinions on the matter. Possessiveness. Resilience. Dark humor. Lust. Diplomacy. Gareki had been walking from the copying room when he came across the pair talking behind the blinds, in the glass-walled room for meeting. Akari was nonchalant, while Yogi was aloof, calm with his response.

"We'll be taking my car." Akari laughed and shuffling followed. Had Yogi just agreed to go on a date with him? It was fine by Gareki. Perfectly fine. He'd already known for a while Yogi's attitude towards him.

In a way it reminded Gareki of himself that time long ago. He recognized the emotions well. The difference was that Gareki was never so forward with his own opinions. He didn't have the nerve to ask someone out to eat the day just after they had gone out on a date. Is that why he moved on? It was his own fault...? Had he let him slip through his fingertips? Was it because he didn't reach out to grab him after he wanted to leave?

His mind replayed the same movie from long ago, when he was still with him. The shutters of the camera in his mind shuffled through the blurry shots. His fly away hair. Strong shoulders. Mysterious eyes.

Of course, after the moment of doubt he had taken, he was almost found out by the pair talking inside the meeting hall, who decided to conveniently open the door at that moment. Akari had met eyes with him as he dashed away. He wouldn't forget the malice on his face.

The day went on as normal after the scene, but to the three it felt as if a heavy cloud hung over their every word and action.

Yogi didn't make option one easy for Gareki. On the same day, Akari and Yogi went out to eat, at a fancy restaurant, or so he heard. Yogi was asking him to dinner when Akari came up right after to ask himself. Yogi looked a bit surprised but accepted, taking no further measure to convince Gareki. Did Yogi bang him afterwards? Or maybe Akari was the one to seduce him? Perhaps Yogi was the uke. Maybe he enjoyed it. He slowly noticed that his mind became more distant to his actions. As if his thoughts slowed down as his body functioned according to what happened around it, like a snail retracting an eye quickly, only to reenter the danger zone and be poked again.

After the day that Yogi had gone to eat with Akari, it was a constant pattern that seemed to have erupt. Instead of a one time fling it because arbitrary. Every moment. He admitted that he enjoyed the sex. It was amazing, as expected. He was with Yogi every night, and he felt him inside of him, hard and hot, and when they were done, he'd hear whispered words, sweet nothings.

"I love you."

"You're my everything."

"I'd die without you."

He began to learn things about Yogi. What he liked to do. Where his favorite places were. What movies he loved to watch. (Romantic comedies) He learned a lot. But in turn he wondered if Yogi learned anything about him. What his favorite things were. He felt like the only things that Yogi knew about him was where his favorite position was- what his favorite toy was, or what place made him scream the loudest. The only thing he knew was how to please him, and where he needed to touch so that he felt good. It wasn't right. It meant that after everything, they still only had a physical relationship. And it was true. The only "dating" was the dinner before the sex, and sometimes they skipped the formality altogether.

Yogi would stay with him sometimes, to snuggle or do it twice, but at times he would leave immediately.

The notes he left changed. Sometimes he'd write pages, sometimes there would be none, as if the ones he had written before made up for it.

But one thing was for sure. Akari noticed that Yogi was focusing more on Gareki now. The quality of his leadership dropped, and at times he wasn't even there. The stable bricks that he'd taken so long to mortar and slam on had begun to crumble. Yogi stopped eating out with Akari. He stopped going over to his house. He stopped sending him inviting glances. He had stopped in his tracks. But Akari was constantly waiting. Waiting for that train to arrive, waiting for someone that would come only for him, it's sole passenger.

You could think of Yogi as a train with many seats. Seat that were never sold out.

-Flash back-ish to Yogi and Akari's conversation, I know, I hate flashbacks too-

It had been two months since the last time Yogi had cast him even the slightest lure or cunning. He had begun to understand that those things were presents now, reserved only to the jet-black haired punk who sat across from him.

He thought that his boundaries were set at a safe distance. He thought the constant bullying that he inflicted upon him was enough to subdue any trouble for another year. But he was wrong.

Instead of waiting for the impossible, he tried to make it happen himself.

"Yogi, what do you see in him?" It was coffee break and Yogi was staring at a hideous fake painting that the receptionist had bought.

"Who? Gareki?" His voice was faraway, distant.

"Why of course... Is there another?" He asked innocently playing coy.

Yogi snapped his attention to Akari's face, hidden halfway by a paper cup. His eyebrows were arched, mischievous.

"You know there isn't."

"Really...?" Akari walked slowly as he approached, his looming figure more threatening than he meant. He put the cup down slowly and slid it farther away on the desk.

"When did you become so... faithful? It somewhat," Akari paused, "Disgusts me."

"It was never any of your concern."

"Oh, but it is." Akari pulled up a chair and sat beside him. Yogi turned away.

"What is it that you dislike?" A finger stroked underneath his chin, tracing the fine jaw line. Yogi swat it away and glared.

"Not here."

"Is that all that bothers you? We can go somewhere else..."

"You know perfectly well that we're over."

"But I don't know. Did you ever tell me? No, not at all, at least not formally."

"Then I'll tell you now. We are-"

"No. We will talk about it tonight, during dinner."

"I don't think so."

"But oh, yes. Someone's job is on the line." A dark chuckle escaped.

"You can fire me if you want to." Yogi spat, disgusted by the blackmail.

"But I'm not talking about your job. That precious lover of yours relies on this. It's his life." He was cruel as he watched the birth of doubt in Yogi's eyes. There was a silence.

"We'll be taking my car."

-Present-

As Akari had planned, a single yellow sticky was passed from Yogi to Gareki. A sudden slump fell of Gareki's shoulders.

"Have to eat leave with Akari tonight. Business." was what was written on the note. He knew that he had succeeded when pain passed Gareki's coal black eyes as he walked by. His thin stature seemed more vulnerable than usual. Gareki hid away the pain under his usual mask of passive acceptance. He knew exactly what would happen. And Akari was glad.

Soon Yogi was in a sleek BMW alongside Akari, driving on interstate.

"You better not have anything sketchy in mind."

"Oh, just what we usually do." He bit back, calm and cool. It probably scared Yogi more than if he had screamed at him. His face was pale.

The usual was something akin to starting out the night at a nice restaurant, which they did. Akari treated him to fine steak and wine. Next, they went to an art gallery. This changed every so often. Sometimes it was a glass studio, sometimes it was a circus. But each time Akari wouldn't be looking at the things that they had paid to see, rather he'd be admiring Yogi's perfect body, his lavish hair and blue crystal eyes. His fingers as they pushed back a lock of hair. His blush as he set a hand upon his waist. Today he was met with glares and cold stares. He angrily scowled at him, and in response received fear- it was at least an improvement.

Then they'd get back in the car and speed off into the night, and get home as quick as possible and do it.

Yogi knew it all along. But this time he'd get away fast, before any of the things afterwards could happen. The purring beastly car came to a gentle stop on the street below his apartment. Wordlessly he got out and shut the door, running to his door as fast as he could so that he could escape...but it was already too late.

Akari's mouth was all over his, a hand already slipping up his shirt. He was pushed hard against the wall, gasping in pain as his ribs squeezed the air out of his lungs. Akari was faster than him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

A tongue slipped in as he gasped again for air. Yogi recoiled in disgust and punched him hard, but not hard enough. A hand slipped into Yogi's back pocket and retrieved a set of keys, which were used to quickly open the door. He cursed his old habits. Every night Akari saw him get his keys from his pocket. Locking it behind him, with an strong arm secured around his neck, he threw Yogi onto the bed. He struggled to get free, tossing himself to the edge of the bed in an effort to escape.

"Let me offer you a deal." His voice was low and harsh. Yogi glared at him and pulled on his arms. His hands were held above his head, his legs pinned down by his weight. He was a strong man, but Akari was stronger.

"You understand the importance of this job to Gareki, am I right?" It was true. Gareki depended on the job more than he needed water and food.

"And you know that you miss this body." Akari coaxed Yogi into a kiss that made him moan into his mouth.

"Nnn.. No! Are you...hah... trying to blackmail me?" Yogi shook his head violently and turned to the side, attempting to hide his face. Akari dismissed the question with a wave of a hand.

"No! Get the fuck off me!" "That's not what you're body tells me," Akari kissed his neck and along his jaw, the corner of his mouth, but Yogi yelled hysterically. It was his last resort.

"No, no, no, no! Please, no..."

Akari was displeased. An angry "Tch," left his mouth.

"Then shall we do it one last time?" Akari said it like it was a given. Yogi didn't really have a choice. Akari had the power to fire Gareki, and the last time they did it, Yogi didn't say that it was the last time.

"It's fair to me, and to Gareki." Akari peeled off Yogi's clothes, throwing them to the side. Akari didn't have the time to take his off.

"Don't... Say his name. Ahh...!" With a single thrust he was already all the way in. Yogi hissed at the pain. With a sudden pull, Akari removed his length and entered again. He was hard and fierce, cruel as he slammed into Yogi. He was hot and tight, making it even more painful. He screamed into the night air, as he knew Akari was taking revenge. A clean blade of moonlight glared into his line of sight- even when he shut his eyes everything was blinding.

"Ow! Ah! You're... So cruel..." His skin slid across Akari gracefully, being lathed in sweat. Akari was silent, his muffled yells of passion hidden by a veil of anger and lust.

As Akari continued to drive into him, over and over again, Yogi reached his limit- He came over his taut stomach and the sheets, warm liquid coating himself as he climaxed- but the other didn't think to stop there. Akari slammed into him from another angle, his legs on one side, Yogi attempting to hold himself up.

Akari thrust into him, enjoying the sadistic sex. The same cycle repeated. In fact, Yogi became erect again quickly, a vile hand that helped him in that was the cause of this disgusting find. This time Akari started out gentle, the slow movement making Yogi beg for him to move faster, moaning filling the room.

"Beg." Yogi bit his bottom lip, yelling in frustration. He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't.

"If you don't beg, I won't continue." He stopped and waited. When Yogi bucked his hips to create his own pleasure, he held him down and forced him to suffer as he moved in tiny increments. The pain was excruciating as the forced entrance made for the lack of numb pain made stopping even worse. Violated and dumbstruck, Yogi clawed at Akari's hands in an attempt to grab hold of something stable.

"Please...! Ah..." Yogi stopped shouting and waited for the painful torture to be over. He gave up and limply fell back on the bed, but didn't beg- saving himself just that bit of pride. Just so that Akari's response was a wickedly callous thrust that made him cry out. His head was bowed as Akari increased the rampant harassment. He felt even more anger from Akari towards him, since he had refused to cry out for him. The bed was wheezing, the springs close to snapping out of place. Yogi was faster this time, and gave out again, his body shuddering as he came messily, ignorant to his sticky midsection and sore legs as he laid still and waited. Waited for Akari to be done- he was oblivious to the fact that Yogi had become more of a tool than a partner, since he was close to unconscious and unresponsive.

Finally, after a series of intense thrusts, Akari finally came inside of Yogi. He almost doubled over as he let go of the hands that he had pinned over Yogi's head. There was no response from Yogi, as he was too exhausted to even be glad that his hands were released. The climax created such sick satisfaction that he almost submit to a blissful silence. He shuddered as he looked at Yogi, still in the same position but unaware and listless even when Akari took himself out. Their mess was splattered mostly over Yogi's body. As much as Akari wanted to stay, he knew that he'd cause much more mental damage if he left right now. He threw a sheet over Yogi's body. Again, the response was nothing, but what could he expect? He smirked and got off the bed, retrieving his pants and throwing on his shirt. As he belted his buckle, he turned towards Yogi.

"That was the last time. Don't worry, it's enough." Amidst the exhaustion and unpleasant numbing of his body and brain, he wondered, "Enough for what?" The sheet had covered him like the stark white ones at the morgue, but instead of feeling embarrassed that even Akari didn't want to look at him, he felt like he could hide himself from his shame and actions. Did he deserve these punishments that he had been insinuated to? Was this what he really deserved, for all those years of unfaithfulness? How would he face Gareki anymore?

Yogi had no idea that Akari had just wrecked the balance of an increasingly safe relationship between himself and Gareki. Unfortunately for him, Akari already had everything planned out. He'd pounce at Yogi's weakest moment, and come to save him when in greatest need, despite any of his aversions. Try as Yogi might, he wouldn't be able to resist Akari, in the end.

A/N: Thanks for reading! No, this isn't the last chapter, I wouldn't end it on such a bitter note. I guess this update took forever because I didn't have a lot of positive feedback.. but that's okay, life's not a sweet muffin 24/7. Again, I'd like to apologize if you find it disturbing... because it sure was when I was writing it. Sorry for the late chapter too! Please review! Love you all! Would make me happier than a... oh, never mind.