Chapter 2
After Akefia had finished eating he wasn't sure what to do now. He tried to pick the lock on the chains.
The locks to the room held, as Atem had left shadows in the house to relock the room after Yugi fed Akefia, as he didn't trust Akefia to not run.
Atem had walked around the market. Thoughts swimming through his mind, he finally returned, going up to the room, looking at his shadow guard. "Do I need a weapon?" He asked the shadow.
"No," the guard assured, stepping aside for its master to enter.
Atem walked in, confident smirk back on his face. He faced Akefia, noting that the chains were off of his wrists. "Been a bad pet?" He sneered.
Akefia clenched his fists, hackles raised. Although with his chains off, he smirked.
"So?" he asked.
"Are you going to force me to chain you again, or will you take your punishment like a man?" He asked simply.
Akefia pounced onto Atem, his eyes dark like a stormy grey instead of their normal slate steel hue. He pinned him there, his lips inches away from his.
"You tell me, Master," he growled, not caring much about their bodies pressed rather close to each other's in this position.
Atem swallowed thickly. Feeling himself harden, he ignored the emotion as Akefia could try to kill him. Staring mildly up at Akefia, he sighed. "I suppose I will have to chain you, since you attacked me."
"I haven't harmed you," he chuckled lightly, his smirk still on his lips. "Besides you don't know what could happen in such a position, Atem."
Atem's cock twitched again. He didn't like this. He had never lost control of any kind before. He didn't like what this slave's voice could do to him. Swallowing again, still keeping his mild tone, he simply looked at Akefia. "And if you would get me in a vulnerable position, there is nothing to stop you from harming me."
"I want to play, Master," Akefia purred in Atem's ear, figuring he could have fun making this man aroused and helplessly grappling for his control.
Trying to keep his breathing steady, Atem stared in Akefia's eyes. Biting his lip, he wanted to give in, but knew that was probably a sentence ending in death. His brain was swimming with lust while he tried to figure out the best direction to take.
"Can I play with you, Master?" he breathed in his ear, one of his hands sliding down into Atem's pants to stroke his cock, his nails scraping against the flesh.
Atem's eyes darkened as he sucked in a deep breath, his cock standing at attention. Logic going out the window, Atem grabbed Akefia's face, crashing his lips to Akefia's in a savage kiss.
Akefia moaned, liking the savagery in the kiss given to him. His hands kept working on Atem's cock. It'll be fun to see who wins this battle for dominance.
Atem growled, low in his throat at the touches. Taking his leg and hip, he flipped Akefia over, straddling him, eyes a stormy purple looking down. Leaning down, he started kissing Akefia's neck, sucking on it.
Akefia shivered, panting lightly. He hadn't expected to be flipped over. He felt his arousal grow as well. He tried to roll over.
Pinning Akefia's arms down, Atem grinded his crotch against Akefia's, biting down hard on Akefia's neck, shivering himself at this savage mating ritual.
Akefia bit his lip. He wasn't going to let a whimper escape his throat. He already had Atem being this savage. He arched his back, shivering at the way their cocks felt grinding against each other.
Leaning back, eyes dark, Atem looked at Akefia. "You really like it this rough?" He croaked out through his dry throat.
"Yeah," he answered, mentally cursing himself at his throat releasing a whimper when Atem had stopped.
Atem got up, pulling Akefia up, pushing Akefia against the wall as he ripped off Akefia's shirt, kissing and nipping his chest and abdomen, growling in need.
Akefia shivered due to the feeling of Atem's mouth on his flesh and his skin being bare to him. He panted lightly, wondering how Atem wanted to do this.
Atem looked up at Akefia as he slid to his knees, working Akefia's pants down, finally just ripping the damn things off. Breathing picking up as he eyes Akefia in appreciation, he moaned in appreciation before taking Akefia in his mouth, watching Akefia's reaction.
"Fuck," he hissed out, his eyes half-closing, overwhelmed by the emotions which caused him to blend in with the wall.
Even if Atem couldn't really see Akefia well, he could feel the hard dick in his mouth, and he kept sucking, becoming more aroused at the sounds he heard Akefia make.
Akefia was panting. His cock twitched in Atem's mouth. He wouldn't take long until release at this point with how well Atem was working on him. He can usually control his power, but when overwhelmed by emotion he can't.
Atem stood, grabbing Akefia and pushing him onto the bed. "Top or Bottom?" Atem growled, pissed at himself that he was asking, his pants developing a wet spot on the front.
Akefia tore Atem's pants off. His hands jerking the other man off. He smirked, "I'll fight you for it."
Atem smirked at the competition and nodded. Using his leg, he crooked it behind Akefia, pushing him down on the bed.
Akefia growled, flipping over to have Atem underneath him. Yep, he's not letting Atem win. At least not easily.
Atem hardened more, eyes darkening. He liked the competition...the fight for dominance. Holding his shadows at bay, he wanted a fair fight. Pushing up into a kiss, he rolled Akefia back over.
Akefia growled. He rolled over, making Atem get off back underneath. He liked doing this because it amused him. It was an odd kind of fun.
Atem was painfully aroused, trying to roll Akefia back over, though somehow he ended up on his stomach under Akefia. Eyes large as this was a loss, he scrambled to try to get out from under Akefia, even as his body burned with desire.
"Nope, mine now," he grinned, keeping Atem down while his hands roamed the other man's body.
Atem shivered, goosebumps pebbling his skin as he enjoyed the feel of this man's hands on his body waaaay too much. Arching his head back slightly, he moaned. "Then fuck me." He growled.
"Oh, someone sounds eager," he teased, rubbing his cock against Atem's bum, wanting his master to feel what he was about to experience.
Atem's eyes slid closed as he pushed back against Akefia. Growling again, he supported himself with one arm and gripped himself and started stroking. "If you're gonna be a sore loser, then I'm going to take matters in my own hands." Atem said raggedly.
"Mmm, no I'm not. Just poking fun at you," he replied, sheathing himself up to the hilt inside of Atem with one hard thrust.
Atem grunted hard as the pain exquisitely blossomed into pleasure. Letting go of his cock, he braced himself on the bed. "Oh fuck...damnit that feels so fucking good." Atem hissed, gripping the sheets in his fists.
"What happened to taking matters into your own hands?" Akefia taunted, beginning to move in and out of Atem.
"Shut the fuck up and keep fucking me." Atem growled through gritted teeth, shoving back against Akefia, enjoying the feel of Akefia's cock in him a little too much, the pain such a fine line with pleasure that it spilled over and all Atem could do was feel.
Akefia chuckled lightly. He gripped Atem's hips, pounding away inside of him. Though after several long moments of fucking he finally spilled inside of Atem. He panted, stopping in his movements.
Atem had came on the bed during this. Panting himself, Atem laid down on shaky arms, rolling over on his back. Eyeing Akefia. "Why didn't you kill me?" He asked, knowing Akefia had the perfect opportunity.
"You don't need to know why," he chuckled lightly, pulling out when he was done, turning on his side, back to Atem.
Silently kicking himself, he quietly got up and headed out to his bedroom. They weren't lovers, they weren't going to cuddle.
Akefia smirked. He had fun playing with Atem. He hoped they'd be able to do it again soon.
\/\/\/
Ryou looked around at the town. He shivered slightly, feeling cold. He peeked up at his master, anxious as he didn't know how people are around here.
Malik kept ahold of the shackles, keeping Ryou close. After purchasing his wares, he looked at Ryou. "Would you like to eat?" Hand grabbed a dagger, flinging it to the air and into the shoulder of a passerby who was about to put a hand on Ryou. "Don't...touch...mine." Malik hissed crazily as blood dripped from the shoulder.
"Um, yes though I am kind of cold," Ryou admitted to him, thankful Malik had protected him.
Malik took his dagger and then a cloak off of the passerby. "Thanks. That is repayment for touching mine." Wrapping the cloak around Ryou, he looked crazily in Ryou's face, a gentle voice coming out of that insanity. "How is that?" Malik whispered.
"Thanks," he smiled softly, kissing Malik's cheek. "Can we go eat now?"
Malik smiled so big at the kiss. Nodding his head frantically he picked Ryou up and carried him to a café. Pushing ahead of the line, he went and sat down at a table, sitting Ryou in a corner next to him.
Ryou leaned against him. He felt warm and liked being close to the blonde. He wondered what they'd eat here.
Grabbing a menu, Malik offered it to Ryou. "Can you read?"
"Of course," he slightly smiled, looking it over, uncertain as there were many choices.
"I like meat and vegetables. Do you eat meat since you are a vegetarian? Or does a bunny eat meat?" Malik was grinning crazily
"I do eat meat," he answered, smiling lightly. "I can shift into other animals, but bunny is one of my favorites."
"Bunny is my favorite too, it's so cute!" Malik petted Ryou's hair.
"Aw, thanks," he blushed.
"How about we get a salad and..." Malik's eyes went crazed, he jumped up grabbed a man's plate, throwing it out the window.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked in concern.
The man glared at Malik standing, until Malik smiled crazily, hands on daggers. "I'm Malik, who the fuck are you?" He said in a sing song voice. The man paled and just sat down. Malik growled. Looking at Ryou, "He was eating rabbit." Malik hugged Ryou tightly, petting his hair.
"Oh," Ryou leaned against him, liking the feeling of his master's arms around him. "That wasn't nice of him then."
"No, not at all. Here, why don't we get a fondue?"
Ryou smiled, "That sounds like a good idea."
Malik smiled, flagging down a waiter and ordering a vegetable fondue with some chicken, growling "no rabbit meat or you will eat your own dick." The flustered waiter nodded, gulping. Malik smiled with the crazed glint back in his eye. "And we'll have chocolate fondue for dessert with marshmallows, fruit, brownies, and cookies. Got it?" The waiter nodded, scampering off.
Ryou sweat dropped. It seemed a lot. Oh no, he blushed as he knew if he had a lot of sugar he randomly shape shifts. So this would be interesting.
The fondue was brought by a nervously shaking waiter. Luckily, the restaurant had different portions, so the waiter had brought the "two person" portion.
Ryou just leaned against Malik. He liked being around the deranged person.
Malik petted Ryou's hair. Offering to feed him, he soaked some shrimp in the vegetable fondue, offering it to Ryou afterwards.
Ryou smiled. He appreciate the affectionate gesture. He accepted it, eating the shrimp. It tasted pretty good.
Malik kept feeding Ryou as he ate some of the food himself. After finishing, they brought out the chocolate fondue. Malik grinned. "This is the best part." He giggled, dipping a strawberry in chocolate and offering it to Ryou.
Ryou ate it. Although was a bit worried. The sugar hit his system and he shifted into a cat. He pawed at Malik, looking up at him adorably.
Malik giggled, looking down. "You are adorable!" Looking at the white fluffy kitty, he picked Ryou up and snuggled his nose in the fur. "Do you like strawberries that much?" He giggled, breathing in Ryou's scent.
Ryou mewled, licking Malik's nose. He smiled, his tail swishing back and forth.
Malik giggled. Getting a small piece of brownie, he dipped that in fondue and offered it to Ryou.
Eating some of the brownie himself.
Ryou munched on it. He meowed, licking Malik's cheek. He shifted into a puppy. He wagged his tail, licking Malik's face.
Malik giggled. "Okay, so sugar makes you shift. Okay, I will stop now." Malik giggled, petting the puppy.
Ryou pouted, "I honestly thought you wouldn't figure that out."
"Heeey, I'm not stupid." Malik pouted back, petting Ryou.
"That's not what I meant," he continued to pout, giving Malik the puppy dog eyes of doom.
"Okay..okay, stop..please." Malik was melting under the eyes.
"Nope," Ryou giggled, shifting back to normal for now.
Malik giggled, petting Ryou again. "Is there anything you need, or you wanna go back?" Malik kept eating sugary chocolate confections.
"Just you and maybe when you're ready," Ryou said, yawning cutely as he rested his head on Malik's shoulder.
Malik grinned. Picking Ryou up, he dropped some money on the table and carried Ryou out. Humming as Malik walked happily through the street, he suddenly stopped, and started shaking, hugging Ryou tighter, his eyes fixed on a figure of an older man making his way through the crowd toward Malik, a cruel smile on his face.
"What's wrong?" Ryou asked, becoming alert at Malik's distress, glaring daggers at the approaching male.
Malik just held Ryou tighter. "No, no, no..." Malik whimpered. "I'm a good boy..."
Ryou cupped Malik's cheeks, looking into his eyes, "Just look at me, Malik. It'll be ok."
"I'm...I'm a good boy." He whimpered. The man smirked, stopping just a few feet away. He was older, shaggy white hair and a shaggy white goatee, pale eyes sharp.
"Malik, it's ok," Ryou said gently, shifting to cat form, licking his face and head butted him.
Reaching out a finger, the man ran it through Ryou's hair. "Aww, what a cute kitty." The man's gruff voice complimented Ryou with fake sincerity. Malik pulled Ryou closer to him, shaking.
Ryou shuddered, repulsed by the man. He hissed angry as he knew what this man did to his master. He peeked up at Malik, hoping the blonde would help.
"G...get out of here." Malik whimpered, frozen in fear. His heart pounded in his chest.
"Oh, now, my dear son...why would I do that? I've been lonely, and thought that we should pick up where we left off...of course, this delectable piece would be sufficient." Smirking, he ran his hand down Ryou again, ignoring the hiss and smiling, "I like pain, kitty cat."
"I don't," Ryou hissed, glaring daggers at the person that hurt Malik. "Bugger off."
"Oh, that's so cute." The man stated, reaching to pet Ryou again. Malik jerked Ryou away.
"Fuck off. Leave us alone or I will kill you." Malik said, unable to get the force behind his voice, but he at least got the words out. Turning, he fled into the crowd, going a back way to the house, bursting in, slamming the door, and sliding down it, tears spilling as he started shaking more.
Ryou head butted him, mewling and licked his face. He didn't like seeing Malik upset. He whacked him gently with his fluffy tail.
Malik shook, wrapping his arms around himself, rocking, eyes going vacant again.
"Malik?" Ryou mewed, trying to break him out of this mood.
Malik just put his head on his knees, rocking. "I'm a good boy."
Ryou sighed. He shifted back to normal. He smiled, cupping Malik's cheeks and kissed him softly.
Malik looked up, tears flowing from his lilac eyes. "I'm a good boy."
"Malik let go. I won't let him hurt you," Ryou told him gently.
"But I hurt you. Why would you help me?" He asked pitifully.
"Because I love you," he said softly, kissing him again, holding him close.
Malik looked up, eyes huge. "You can't love me. I'm not a good boy. I bought you. And you've only known me like a day or so. You just want away cause I'm not a good boy." Tears slipped down his face again.
"Don't be silly," he smiled, shifting to kitten form and sitting on Malik's head, licking his paws. "I don't need to spend long to know I love someone. It doesn't matter that you bought me. It's how our world is."
Malik looked up, pulling Ryou gently off of his head. Looking at Ryou softly, Malik smiled sadly. Standing, he took the shackles that he had and tossed them to the side. Going to a desk, he pulled out some paper and a pen. Writing something, still holding Ryou in his arm, he looked at Ryou. "Please, change back into your human form." He asked quietly.
"Oh ok," he shifted back, uncertain of what Malik is up to.
Malik gripped Ryou's wrist hard, running a hand over that delicate wrist, an intense burning felt by Ryou, which then fizzled down to nothing. The paper dissipated after the pain disappeared. On Ryou's wrist was a small circle with a "M" in the center and a line through the circle and M.
Ryou hugged Malik. For some strange reason he felt happy the demon had marked him. He nuzzled Malik's neck gently.
"You're free. That mark says that I was your owner, but I freed you. No one can buy or sell you now." Malik's shoulders slumped and he left Ryou, heading up the stairs a broken man.
Ryou followed him. He frowned, not wanting Malik to be alone.
"Malik, what's wrong?" he asked, worried.
Malik turned, depressed eyes on Ryou. "It's what you wanted. Act like you love me, get me wrapped around your finger, then I'll free you. Done." Malik shrugged, turning and trudging back up the stairs. "I can't help your friends though, I'm sorry." He went into his room, shutting the door.
Ryou just slid down against the wall. He wrapped his arms around his knees. His hair hid his face as he cried. "But I'm not like that," he muttered, feeling hurt at being rejected.
Marik heard crying. Heading out, he saw Ryou crying by the door. Rushing to Ryou, he held him. "What? What happened? What did he do to you?" Anger flaring up in his heart at his friend being hurt. While his own personal survival may have been beaten almost out of him, he was fiercely loyal to his friends.
Ryou just buried his head in Marik's chest, holding him tight. He didn't talk for several moments.
"He freed me. He said I tricked him by trying to help him and saying I loved him," he told his friend. "He tossed me aside..."
Marik growled at his friend hurt. Picking Ryou up, he stomped up the stairs, kicking open Malik's door. Malik was laying on his bed, curled in the fetal position. He jerked up when he heard the door shatter open. "What the hell?" Malik jumped up.
Ryou curled in on himself. He looked down, his face still wet.
"I don't know what you are thinking, but Ryou isn't like that. Ryou doesn't say anything he doesn't mean, so if he told you he loves you, he does you prick. Now, fix my friend before I have to hurt you." Marik seethed, gently depositing Ryou in Malik's arms.
"Thank you, Marik," Ryou said softly.
Malik gripped Ryou, seeing his tears. "Ryou?" Sitting on the bed, Malik held Ryou. "Did I make you cry? I..I just figured you wanted freedom. I'm sorry, Bunny, I really am." Marik watched on the sidelines to make sure Ryou was okay.
"Just don't do it again, ok?" he asked softly, holding Malik gently, nuzzling his neck.
Malik held Ryou close, saying nothing, content to just hold Ryou.
\/\/\/
Bakura had heard the noise. He frowned, grabbing Marik, not saying a word. He wasn't pleased about the door being shattered.
Marik went back to submissive, head bowed. He was waiting to be punished.
Bakura took him to his room. He shut the door, gentle as he knew Malik was going through stuff. He placed Marik on his bed.
"Why did you break a door?" he asked, eyes narrowed slightly.
"I...I'm sorry Master Bakura." Marik's eyes watering in fear. "R..Ryou was hurt, and..I didn't think." His voice barely a whisper as he started to shake again.
Bakura frowned, sitting on the edge, "It'll be replaced."
"Yes, yes sir. I will replace it, and I will work to get the money to replace it." He gripped his knees as he was scared, but he thought hugging himself would anger his master more.
"No, not necessary," he chuckled, patting Marik's head. "Relax, it was just a door. If it were something valuable then I would be pissed like if you were hurt for instance."
Marik looked up, his face a mask of confusion. "I don't understand, Master."
"It's as I told you, Marik," he said, cupping his face. "You are precious. If you were harmed...well I wouldn't be pleased. It was a door, a simple object that will be easily replaced. You I cannot replace."
Marik gulped. "B..but, when are you going to hurt me? When are you going to make me do things? You have been kind to me...I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. No one buys a slave to just let them live in their house." Marik whispered, a tear slipping out of his eye.
"I can have times where I'm lonely," he admitted. "Having another person in the house aside from Malik is refreshing."
Marik pondered this, still cautious. Looking up eagerly, in case this was true, he tentatively smiled. "I...I can give good massages. Would you like a back massage? I can show you I have no weapons!" Marik stated.
"Oh?" he asked, taking off his shirt to reveal his chest and back. "Show me then, Ishtar."
Marik nodded and stripped, circling. "See? No weapons."
"What about that one between your legs?" he teased, looking him up and down as he was rather impressed at what he saw which rarely happened.
Marik blushed scarlet, pulling his pants on. "I..I...Uh, yea...so let me get some lotion and I will massage your back Master." Looking around frantically, face scarlet, he saw some lotion by the bed and grabbed it, intentionally NOT thinking about why lotion is by the bed.
"Well, Marik...I didn't take you as the guy for being so forward," Bakura teased, smirking deviously. "If you want the lotion it's in the drawer. You grabbed a bottle of lube."
Marik squeaked, dropping the bottle. Face darkening in the red color, he opened the drawer and pulled out the lotion. Checking the label to make sure it was lotion, he then crawled on the bed behind Bakura, putting some lotion in his hands and working on Bakura's tight muscles, his face burning.
Bakura relaxed. He liked the way Marik's hands felt on his body. He didn't mind the mess up. If Marik really wanted that he would give it. Although to him Marik is a special case in a way. He would love to pound that tight bronze ass of his if he were given the chance. He'll just accept what he has for now. He can work on it to get to that point.
Marik worked on Bakura's back muscles with skill, working out the hard knots in each section. "You may want to lay down on your stomach. You should get very relaxed." Marik noted.
"Mmm, good to know," he murmured, laying down on his stomach as he enjoyed Marik's skilled fingers dancing along his skin.
Marik worked through his sore hands to relax every muscle in Bakura's back. His master had been kind to him, so he wanted to return the favor. And, perhaps, if he could prove his worth with things like this, perhaps his master wouldn't abuse him.
"How does that feel Master Bakura?" Marik whispered once done, in case Bakura was asleep, he didn't want to wake him up.
"Hmm?" he woke up, glancing up at the blonde. "Oh, yes you did a good job."
"I'm sorry for waking you, Master." He whispered. "I'll work on your legs, and then stay by the door guarding it while you sleep." Marik went down, blushing, as he would have to have Bakura take his pants off.
"You can sleep with me if you want to," he said, stripping off his pants for Marik to get at his legs.
"I..uh...well...um..." Marik blushed so fiercely. "It..uh.." He started working on Bakura's legs. He didn't know if he'd be able to satisfy his gorgeous Master, but his cock twitched at the invitation.
Bakura snoozed after a while when Marik started working on his legs. He draped an arm around Marik, not letting him leave the bed.
Once finished, Marik laid down quietly next to Bakura, enjoying the warmth and companionship of Bakura, as he too, got lonely and Bakura was refreshing, if confusing.
\/\/\/
Yami eventually woke up. He smiled, petting the kitten gently. He picked him up carefully. He put on a pair of pants before heading downstairs.
He placed Yugi down on the counter. He poured some milk into a bowl, mixing cream into it before setting it down beside him.
Yugi opened one eye, sniffing the bowl. Standing, stretching he took a sip of it, then started purring, looking appreciatively up at Yami. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," he smiled softly. "You're really adorable."
Yugi looked up, smiling. Licking his lips, he walked over and head butted Yami.
Purring loudly as he did so.
Yami smiled. He ran a hand through Yugi's fur. He liked having someone around. At least it helped with staying away from his brother for a while.
Yugi looked up. Yami really was hands...nope, no. Not happening. He blew the guy, he didn't marry him. Walking back over to the cream, he sat down, drinking it happily. Tail twitching as he had his back to Yami. He didn't need to look at Yami right now. He was doing this to help him and his friends. That was it.
Yami chuckled lightly. He left Yugi alone. He checked what supplies they had. He frowned, noticing he'd need to make a run to the store. He grinned, knowing he could bring Yugi with him. He's sure the kitten would like to get out of the house.
Yugi finished the cream, then sat on the counter, cleaning himself. He picked up a strange scent, it smelt like a combination of Akefia and Atem...shrugging it off, he licked his paw clean, watching for Yami to return.
Yami came back, "Come on, I'm taking you with me to the store. We need more stuff for the kitchen."
"Purrt!" Yugi grinned happily, jumping on Yami's shoulder and purring. He wasn't going to try to run, cause he had to exploit weaknesses.
Yami smiled, already written up a list. He patted Yugi's head gently. He left with his pet. Of course if anyone tried to touch his kitten he would hurt them. He didn't want Yugi to get harmed by strangers. The trip to the store wasn't long. It was down the road. It was a quaint building. He walked in, grabbing a cart.
Yugi grinned, snuggling down in Yami's hair. Due to his petite stature, he looked very much like a kitten. His big amethyst eyes took everything in, watching the town. As Yami grabbed a cart, Yugi saw the most amazing shiny string on another cart attached to the cart and a balloon. He just had to play with it. Balancing on Yami's shoulder, he reached out, swatting at it.
Yami smiled. He thought Yugi was so adorable. He walked, picking up what he needed. He also purchased a few balls of yarn for Yugi to play with as well as some string.
Yugi leaned down, swatting at the balls of yarn, purring happily.
"No cats in here!" Barked a man, grabbing Yugi by the scruff of the neck, jerking him off of Yami.
Yugi mewled in surprise, hissing.
Yami took Yugi back, "Touch him again and I assure you'll be eating your own tongue. Got it?"
"Get that fucking cat out of here." The man, at least six foot tall hissed. He was used to getting his own way. The man grabbed for Yugi.
Yami sighed, "I warned you."
He used the shadows. One tore off the man's hands and another force fed his tongue.
"Now, let's finish shopping," Yami said, back to his cheerful self as he pushed the cart, smiling at seeing Yugi play with the yarn.
Yugi purred, nuzzling Yami in appreciation at the protection.
"No worries, hun. I protect what's mine. I'm not a fan of using my brother's methods of dealing with people," he sighed, petting Yugi gently as he picked up the last few things before checking out his purchases.
Yugi crawled up on Yami's neck, getting distracted with Yami's hair, swatting and batting at it. Then he noticed Yami's ear and started licking it. Yummy, Yami tasted good!
Yami laughed softly. He was amused at how Yugi acted at times. He felt happy with the neko. He paid for the groceries and supplies. He grabbed the bags before heading back home. When they returned Yami put everything away except for the gifts he got Yugi. He kept them out for the cat to play with.
Yugi was having a blast, playing with the toys, chasing the string. He looked up at Yami, string in his mouth, eyes pleading.
"What is it?" he asked softly, sitting down on the ground near him after he finished putting everything up.
"Play with me?" Yugi asked, nuzzling Yami.
"Um, sure," he blushed, pulling the string gently.
Yugi grinned, chasing after the string, pouncing on it repeatedly, purring happily.
Yami smiled. He liked seeing Yugi happy. He knew it was eventual to fall for someone. At least he did with his pet instead of someone else. He continued to play with Yugi, tossing the string in another direction.
Yugi kept chasing the string until finally he stopped. That was boring. Looking up at Yami smiling, Yugi cocked his head. "So, seriously...why don't you have a mate? You're one of the best looking people I've seen. You seem, nice...mostly. You're protective, well spoken, and kind. "
"Well, I'm not like Atem," he said simply, thinking over something before making up his mind. "Shift into your normal form for me, please."
Yugi was on guard, but he did as asked as Yami had not hurt him. "Okay." Yugi stated, watching Yami.
Yami took one of Yugi's wrists into his hands. There was a slight amount of pain, but it dissipated a few seconds after it happened. When Yami let it go there was a mark of a black Y surrounded by a crimson circlet and a line through the Y as well.
"No one can own or buy you. With this mark you're a free kitten," he smiled, patting his head. "I'm sorry, but I don't know if I can help your friends."
Yugi looked down at his wrist, then back up at Yami. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he looked at Yami. "So...I can leave. And even you can't stop me?" He asked quietly.
"That's right," Yami replied softly, sorrow in his eyes. "You can leave."