Chapter 5: My brother Yami

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From his hiding spot, Yami observed with baited breath and coiled muscle as an enormous grizzly bear tromped into the small forest clearing. The bear was most unnatural looking to say the least, the hulking beast's fur had several bare patches, its' muzzle was short and rather square-ish looking. Its' mighty shoulder humps rose about an inch higher than the typical bears also. Not to mention its' searching eyes were blazing crimson as they scanned the area for signs of life and possible prey "Come out, it is pointless to hide! I know you're here brother".

The little snow fox that was actually Yami sighed in resignation and relief when he recognized who it was. "Atem" he greeted the other skin walker stripping the white fur from his body "I didn't expect to see you out here so soon". The misshapen bear creature began to morph and shift, slowly peeling the massive pelt away to reveal a young man who looked strikingly similar to Yami. This was Atem, his older twin brother; they were alike in every way, the exception being the older skin walkers' face sported a thin scar reaching from his temple to his cheek bone, and more adorned his tan built body.

"What are you doing outside your den Yami, aren't you waiting out the winter?" Atem asked.

"I was, but I ran out of food and needed to hunt. Man cannot live solely on melted snow after all" the younger smiled.

"Indeed not" Atem smirked "but you should have come to me for supplies, I'm sure you heard the Windigo howling last night".

Yami shuddered, and not just from the cold "Y-yes…how could I not".

Atem hefted the bear pelt over Yami's shoulders and began to gently guide him along the aspen trees towards his current place of residence "let's get you to my cabin little brother and then I'll warm you up" the scarred twin purred in his ear. Yami felt the need to sigh again but didn't feel the urge to pull away as they walked the hidden forest paths, leaving behind no trace that they were once there.

Atem's cabin was once a humble trade post for the white settlers moving west, but now a days less and less people were traveling the old Oregon trails, forcing many such places to close and rot away into timber husks. To a skinwalker like Yami and Atem, the cabin made a wonderful refuge from the seasonal elements.

Yami sighed as the warm inside air hit his exposed flesh driving winters bite from his bones "*Whew* finally" he sighed putting his cold wet feet close to the welcoming fire, Atem was close behind.

"You know little brother, I don't understand why you insist on living in that hole in the ground. Do you not get gloomy and lonely without me there?"Atem said grabbing ingredients to make some venison stew.

Yami shifted close as he dared to the burning embers, casting a new log into the ash "no, I have Hardfang and Redscale to keep me company remember?" his nonchalant-ness was momentarily thrown at the feel of his brothers vice-like grip on his shoulders and his nose inhaling his scent.

"It smells as if you've been enjoying some company as well" Atem's hard tone sounded far from pleased "were they worth spending time with more than your own fami-mgh!?" Yami had swiftly wiggled from his mad brother's grasp to deliver a hard kiss to his tan lips. Atem growled in content, entrapping Yami again in his arms. The younger of the two shivered, whether it was from the cold still on his skin, or facing the wrath of his possessive brother he didn't know. Yami had learned a long time ago not to go against his big brother's wishes…and eventually so did Heba…but he didn't want to think about their lost little brother now; not with the wet sensation of Atem's mouth on his vulnerable neck, or the warmth of their shared body heat. It felt too good and Yami could almost find comfort in Atem's hot embrace.

"Ahh~Atem!" he whimpered as his strong back hit the hard wood floor, the bear pelt around his shoulders slipped off to serve as a mattress.

"Yami" Atem purred, running his fingers over Yami's goose bumps, pass his abs to grab his jewels "Let's make up for lost time".

( Meanwhile, Yugi re-awoke to find himself alone)

Yugi lay limply amongst the animal skins that made up Yami's innumerous disguises; the little Navajo felt no urgency to move. The fire had been fed fresh wood, food and water sat near the nest of furs. No doubt the skin walker didn't want him getting into his herbs and potions again, not that he would want to that is.

Little Game let loose a sad quiet sigh, and rolled onto his side to get more comfortable. The heat of the rekindled fire was starting to feel too warm, causing his exhausted form to sweat slightly.

"I'm so tired…" he mumbled to himself, everything ached. But not unpleasantly so, Yami had been really gentle with him compared to the way they met. Perhaps the trickster took pity on the little Indian after digesting poison, but flatly refused to release him. Yugi couldn't figure it out, he wasn't that great a prize. Little Game was small, pale and weak. Plus his hair and eyes were beyond strange.

"There must be something he's not telling me…but what?" then, a horrible thought struck Yugi's mind "he probably wants to my body in some sort of ritual! Oh 'denee' protect me!" but wait, no that couldn't be it. Little Game didn't quite understand the way he was feeling, but his gut was telling him that Yami wasn't going to chop him up and him in a soup anytime soon. Hopefully anyhow, skinwalkers had been told to eat up humans, it was one they gained their power. "Well, whatever he actually wants from me is yet to happen…I just hope he doesn't cast me away after taking so much from me…" that was his wish, it was not long before Yugi fell asleep again.

(Back at the cabin)

Yami groaned softly, feeling Atem's dick exiting his body completely. Both of them were panting by now, and sweating from the heat of the large indoor cooking pit. "Atem" he said through gasps "you're the death of me".

Atem smiled, and kissed his younger brothers cheek "I think I prefer that fate to any. You're the death of me as well Yami" Yami smiled tiredly sitting up, as Atem busied himself with the stew once again "Brother?"

"Hm?" Atem hummed.

"I feel I have to tell you something, but first I want to tell you I wasn't planning on keeping it from you".

The elder twin passed the younger a bowl "What do you mean Yami?" Atem asked.

Yami sipped the warm concoction gratefully, steadying his nerves "I have been stalking a Navajo boy, his name is Little Game but everyone calls him Yugi. During the last snow storm just before the Windigo howled, I lured him into my lair. He is still there as my captive".

Atem stared long and hard across to Yami "Hmm, and what draws you to this boy so that you make him your prisoner?"

"Heba…he looks just like our sweet little brother…right before everything went to Hell".

Atem set his bowl down with slightly trembling hands, the incident that took Heba away changed all their lives "Do you still dwell on it Yami? We've searched far and wide, and all these years we've had no luck in finding 'the one'. What makes this Little Game so special? "

Yami smiled darkly, all those delightful moans of pleasure and intoxicating shrieks of pain rang forth in his ears. He could practically still feel Yugi writhing form like a ghost upon his fingertips "Come with me and discover for yourself dearest brother. But not now, I am a bit tired and need rest" he yawned curling himself about Atem's lower half. Atem smiled carding his fingers through Yami's hair, his imagination alit with curiosity about this Little Game.

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