Hey guys, thank you for your patience with this update, it took me a little while to catch up with my studies and stuff after holiday - but the good news is that I passed my first module of this year! So no more Accounting Ethics for me!

Japan was amazing, the food was absolutely incredible wherever we went and we saw a lot of cool stuff so it was definitely worth the very long flight :) So in apology for the wait, this chapter is a little longer than usual.

A couple of warnings for this one, the usual strong language and blood etc etc. However, for the first time in a long time I've attempted to write a lemon. So if you're not into that kinda thing, just skip it. I'm not usually comfortable with writing sex scenes - mostly because I'm doubtful I can do it justice more than not liking to write them, but I hope you enjoy nontheless.

As always, please review and I hope that you enjoy. I don't have anyone to edit for me so if you notice any errors or inconsistencies - please let me know so I can fix them.

Thank you!

Chapter 7 –

Yami's heart thundered against his chest violently as he recklessly mounted the curb outside of Millennium. It was beating so fast that blood roared within his ears and he almost felt dizzy in his panic. He breathed a heaving sigh of relief at the sight of the patrol vehicles illuminating the street with flashes of red and blue. Yami was thankful that he had radioed Yugi's call through to dispatch, and even more grateful that there was a patrol car nearby. He yanked the key out of the ignition so violently that a little part of him, that wasn't panicking about Yugi's safety, was surprised that the thin piece of metal hadn't snapped off within the mechanism.

Yami didn't even bother locking his car as he slammed the door shut, taking off at a run towards the open front doors of Millennium. His holstered gun bounced beneath his armpit as he ran, its familiar weight a comfort to him as he entered the building. All the officers recognised him and they merely nodded in acknowledgement as Yami hurried past.

Every single light was on and Yami had to blink rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the bright interior of bar that was usually lit by dim, ambient lights. His loafers crunched broken glass beneath his feet, the sound was thoroughly drowned out by the numerous voices that filled the room but Yami could feel it beneath the soles of his shoes. Yami's eyes instinctively swept around, lamps were smashed and discarded onto the ground carelessly, the culprit of the glass that currently laid beneath his feet. Tables and chairs were damaged or destroyed, splinters of wood littered the gleaming tiles like confetti. The damage was random, yet desperate.

As if they were looking for something specific. Yami felt some of his panic drain away as his brain defaulted to what it did best, his job.

However, his assessment of the scene flew out of his head as he finally spied Yugi. He was perched on the edge of the bar, a blanket draped around his shoulders that one of his small hands clutched around his body like a shield, the pale digits looking as tense as claws. His Little One's face was damp with drying tears, his amethyst eyes were rimmed with red as he spoke lowly to the officer that was stood in front of him who was writing everything down on her notepad diligently. Yami crossed the room with a few long strides, in a trance.

On the drive over, Yami was going over every worst-case scenario in his head. Particularly him arriving and discovering his Little One's body dead in bed, his tri-colour hair decorated with a veil of blood as his eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. But Yugi was okay, he was alive. Scared and crying but safe.

Thank you, Ra, thank you. Yami's thoughts repeated like a mantra as he approached.

Yugi's eyes caught Yami just when he was a couple of steps away from the bar. He let out a cry of relief as he leapt from the dark wooden surface. The blanket that he was holding with one hand flapped behind him like a cape as he scurried to close the gap between them.

"Yami!" Yugi cried as he threw himself into Yami's open arms, burying his face against his chest as he began to sob with relief, quickly soaking the front of Yami's shirt with fresh tears.

Yami's arms instantly wrapped around Yugi, enveloping him in a gentle hug as he curled over him protectively. Yami repeated his mantra as he buried his face in Yugi's hair, no longer caring nor thinking about the uniformed officers that milled around the room.

"Thank Ra you're alright." Yami whispered. "Fuck Yugi I was so worried all the way over here."

"You and me both," Yugi said lightly, his voice muffled against Yami's chest and still thick with tears.

Yami tightened his arms around Yugi in response, causing Yugi to yelp in pain. Yami's reaction was instantaneous, his arms unwound from Yugi's smaller form and he dropped to one knee in front of him, his tanned hands cupping Yugi's face. Yugi's bottom lip was clenched so tightly between his teeth that Yami was worried that he was going to draw blood.

"Yugi, sweetie?" Yami asked as Yugi averted his eyes. "What's wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Yugi's eyes flicked back up to Yami's. "Don't panic, but you might need to take me to Minor Injuries after I've finished talking to the officer and Jou gets here." Yugi shrugged his one arm out that had been concealed by the blanket around his shoulders. "I think I've broken my wrist."

Yami growled lowly as he gently took Yugi's arm within his grasp. His wrist was bent at an angle and was already beginning to bruise. "Yeah, that's definitely broken."

"Thought so," Yugi sighed. "Guess I'll be making cocktails one handed for a while, huh?" Yugi joked, even as his bright eyes were dulled slightly by the pain.

"You could do them one handed, and with your eyes closed anyways." Yami said fondly as he stroked Yugi's hair soothingly, the smaller man leaned into the gentle touch happily. "Let's get this done quickly so we can get that looked at."

Yami stood diligently next to Yugi as they joined the officer once again and Yugi began giving his events of the encounter in detail. Yami was watching the officer like a hawk, clearly making her uncomfortable with his intense gaze. She shifted from foot to foot, her eyes flicking up to meet Yami's face before yanking them down back to her notepad that she scribbled furiously on. Yami was surprised that he didn't see smoke floating up from the paper as she caught everything that Yugi was saying with her pen.

The more he listened to Yugi's tale, the angrier that he became. Both at the two invaders who dared to try and harm the Little One, and the Little One himself. He had told Yugi to hide, to keep himself safe. What did the bar-owner do instead? Walk right into them.

Yugi had been extremely lucky . . . Yami had seen enough of these things go sour often enough that he knew that for a fact. Suddenly his vision of discovering Yugi's dead body was not so outlandish, he almost shuddered at the thought.

Just as Yugi finished recounting his version of events, there was a commotion at Millennium's front door, followed by Jou charging in, his eyes lit up as he spied Yugi and he all but sprinted over the room to make sure his best friend was okay.

"Yug!" He cried, pulling Yugi in a gentle hug whilst Yugi stayed sat on the bar. "Are you okay? Did they get the bastards?"

"Unfortunately, no." Yugi sighed. "I'm sorry to pull you out of bed so early in the morning, Jou."

"Fuck that, Yugi!" Jou growled as he released Yugi and stepped back, eying his friend critically. "You know I don't mind, I'm just happy you're okay."

"Mr Mutou?" The officer piped up as she flipped her notepad closed. "Thank you for your cooperation, we'll finish up here as quick as we can and do our best to find these men. You best go and get that wrist looked at with Detective Atemu. We'll likely have to seal the scene for a couple of days so you won't be able to open for business unfortunately."

Yugi slumped slightly, clutching the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter. "I understand, will I be able to go up to my flat through the side door instead?"

"Unfortunately, no," Yami supplied. "You'll have to stay away from the premises for a couple of days." Before Yami could even think, the words tumbled out of his mouth like vomit. "You can stay with me though if you'd like."

Yugi jerked in surprise; his wide amethyst eyes jerked to Yami. "You?" He squeaked; a slight blush dusted his nose. "N-No I couldn't impose on you like that Yami – I can get a hotel or something!"

Yami rolled his eyes and gently brushed his fingertips alongside Yugi's uninjured hand. "I offered, Little One. I truly do not mind. Plus, it would be better than a hotel."

"Well . . . I guess I wouldn't want to be alone right now." Yugi said uncertainly before he shivered slightly.

Jou crouched down in front of Yugi, lightly tapping him on the knee. "Go on with Yami, Yug. I'll hold down the fort to lock up and I'll pack up some clothes and stuff for ya as well. I'll drop it round Yami's if you text me the address later."

Yugi sighed before nodding. Yami knew that although Yugi was headstrong, he couldn't rival Yami or Jou. Yami quickly whisked Yugi out of Millennium and to his car that was still haphazardly parked on the pavement. Yugi shivered as they emerged into the cool night air, which only reminded Yami that he hadn't stopped to grab his jacket. He forced himself to not rub his suddenly cold arms over his crisp white shirt. It was approaching the end of October and the city of Domino was starting to chill with the first tendrils of winter.

After helping Yugi into the car and sliding himself behind the wheel, Yami pulled away from the curb and started towards the Minor Injuries Unit. For several minutes, both men were silent. Yami's hands tightened on the wheel as the silence became oppressive, so thick that he could taste it on his tongue.

"Go on, say it." Yugi suddenly said, almost startling Yami. Yami instantly knew what Yugi meant.

"Is there any point?" Yami sighed and ran a hand through his hair as they glided to a stop at a traffic light.

"I think you won't feel better until you do." Yugi said softly, his one uninjured hand played with the corner of the blanket that was still clutched around his shoulders. "I'm an idiot."

"Yes, you are." Yami grit his teeth as he tried his best to not snap at his boyfriend. "What you did was fucking stupid Yugi, you're lucky the patrol got there when they did."

"I know." He sighed.

"No, you don't know, because if you knew then you would have hidden and kept yourself safe like I told you to do. Do you know how many times I've worked B&E cases like this where the thieves killed the occupant because they feared being identified later?" Yami forced his mouth shut so harshly that his teeth clacked together.

Yugi flinched at his harsh words, his hand still nervously playing with the blanket. "I'm sorry Yami, I didn't think." Yugi released the blanket to reach over and rest his small hand against Yami's thigh as he drove.

"We haven't known each other long, but I really fucking care about you Yugi. So much so that it scares me a little bit. If I lost you tonight . . . I don't know what I would've done."

Yami turned left into the hospital car park and was relieved when he found a space close to the entrance. He turned the engine off and twisted in his seat to look at Yugi fully. Tears were starting to form in the corner of his eyes that Yugi was doing his best to not let fall. He moved his hand from Yami's thigh to cup Yami's tanned cheek instead. Yugi was so warm, so soft, and so alive. Yami couldn't help but nuzzle the hand as he reached up to hold Yugi's palm against his face.

"I'm sorry Yami." Yugi said again. "I promise I won't do anything stupid like that again. I thought I could handle it but you're right. I keep thinking to myself, what if they had a gun? What if they found me earlier coming down the back stairs? All because of my stupid sentimentality. I could hear them smashing up the bar and it just made me so angry. Millenium is my legacy built up from my grandfather's inheritance, but it's all just stuff. It can all be replaced and I have insurance. But, there's only one me. I'll be better about taking care of myself from now on, because I've got do it for you now too." Yugi's eyes suddenly brightened. "But you've got to do the same for me! Bakura's told me some stories; I know how reckless you can be Yamir Atemu, and I want none of that anymore. Do we have a deal?"

Yami looked into Yugi's shining eyes and felt all his anger bleed away in an instant. "You have yourself a deal."

"Great, can we go in now? My wrist really fucking hurts." Yugi whined as he undid his seatbelt.

"Of course," Yami replied, kissing Yugi's palm before releasing it before both exited the car.

Thankfully, the fact that they were at a minor injuries' unit instead of an emergency room made the process much quicker. They were in and out within three hours. Yami was originally concerned that he'd nod off in the waiting room whilst he waited for Yugi's wrist to be plastered. Especially considering he had just come off a night shift. Instead, he was wired. His leg bounced up and down uncontrollably. That had earned him a few heated glares from the other occupants of the waiting room as his loafer clicked against the tiles with every jiggle. Yami didn't care, he just wanted to get Yugi back to his place and have a shower.

Yami's leg had stilled at the thought. They hadn't slept together yet, both in the physical and metaphorical sense. Sure, they'd had some heated make-out sessions during a few of their movie nights at Yugi's place but it hadn't progressed past that. Yami wanted to punch himself, he'd been with a lot of people. A lot. So why was he so nervous? This train of thought did nothing to ease his leg that had begun to bounce anew.

Well, Yami knew the answer to that one – as much as it pissed him off to admit it, even only to himself. He hadn't really cared about the others. They'd been a way to release tension. Sure, he had fun with them, both inside and outside of the bedroom, but Yugi was different. Yami knew that they hadn't deepened their bond enough for him to declare it as love, but the man had his heart in every other sense of the word.

Before Yami's thoughts could spiral any more, Yugi had emerged from the plaster room with the nurse who had set the bone in his wrist. He trudged over, his eyes looking dull and tired as he smiled sleepily at Yami.

And in no time at all, they were pulling up outside of Yami's flat. The silence was deafening as Yami shut off the engine. Yugi was snoring softly in the passenger seat next to him, the stress of the morning finally causing him to fall asleep. Yami regretfully reached over and shook Yugi's shoulder gently, his face softening as the other man's eyes snapped open suddenly. His expression was panicked before he took in that it was Yami that woke him up and he remembered where he was.

"Hey." Yugi said softly, as he licked his suddenly dry lips. "We're here?"

"Yeah, come on. Let's get you showered and into bed." Yami exited the vehicle before walking into the building with Yugi trudging by his side. "Just to warn you, my place isn't much to look at. I don't really spend much time at home apart from sleeping, eating, and showering."

"Doesn't matter." Yugi said, stifling a yawn. "It's yours." Yugi fished out his phone out of his pyjama pocket as they started to ascend the stairs. "Holy cow! It's 10:30. I can't believe it's been four hours since we left Millennium."

"Hm, time flies in a waiting room," Yami said as they reached the second floor.

Yami was intensely grateful that he had successfully managed to sneak past old Mrs Himiko once again. He was way too exhausted to chat with the excitable old woman. Relief spread through Yami as he hastily unlocked the door and ushered Yugi inside before they accidentally summoned the old woman like a genie.

Yami walked forward once they were inside. He released a jaw-cracking yawn before he ungracefully flopped onto the sofa, the sudden movement caused the burgundy blanket to fall off the back of it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Yami shrugged his holster from his shoulders and placed it gently onto the coffee table with his badge before he dumped his mobile phone somewhere on the sofa. Yami was dimly aware of Yugi shuffling across the carpet to him before the footsteps stopped in front of him. Yami cracked an eye open to see Yugi was stood there, shuffling from foot-to-foot nervously. Yami wordlessly opened his arms and Yugi's eyes brightened as he got the message. He kicked his shoes off before crawling into Yami's lap, tucking his head underneath the detective's chin as he cuddled into his chest. Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi as he began to trace soothing patterns along his back over the top of his pyjama shirt. Yugi hummed in pleasure and snuggled in closer.

They stayed like that for a while before Yugi shifted his head slightly. He began to plant gentle kisses along Yami's neck. Yami sighed happily and tilted his head to the side to give Yugi more room.

"Yami." Yugi whispered, causing Yami's eyes to flutter open once more. "Are you tired?"

"A little." Yami said softly. "Why? You want to go to bed and see if you can sleep?"

Yami felt Yugi shake his head. "No, I'm too wired to sleep now. Thinking about what happened over and over." Yugi shuddered and Yami tightened his arms around him in response. "I was reckless."

"Don't think about that now." Yami said as he resumed tracing patterns along his back. "You'll drive yourself nuts."

"I know, but I can't help it." Yami felt Yugi's sigh brush against his throat.

They were silent for a couple more minutes before Yugi started kissing his throat again. Now the kisses were accompanied by Yugi's uninjured hand slowly caressing his side. Yami's eyes snapped open, he was most definitely wide awake now.

Yami gently flipped them over so Yugi was underneath him on the sofa, being especially considerate of his plastered wrist. He swooped in to claim the smaller man's lips with his own. Yugi sighed happily against his warm lips as he started to kiss the detective back. They were warm, loving kisses to begin with. All too soon, both became unsatisfied with the slow pace and they began to turn passionate. Yami shivered as one of Yugi's hands started to gently caress up his spine as the smaller man's legs snaked around his waist. Yami licked Yugi's bottom lip, and Yugi eagerly parted them to allow Yami access. Yami wasted no time plunging his tongue into Yugi's mouth and starting to explore. Yami had always loved how Yugi tasted, and this time was no different, despite the slight taste of morning breath. Yami stroked Yugi's tongue with his own, revelling in the feeling of Yugi licking him back as he pressed closer.

They eventually parted for air, a thin string of saliva connected them before snapping and hitting their chins, but both men didn't notice nor care enough to wipe it away. Yugi clearly wasn't satisfied to part his lips from Yami's body for too long. He leaned up and started licking and sucking on Yami's neck once more.

"Y-Yugi," Yami bit back a moan as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. Yugi tightened his legs around Yami's waist and brought the man firmly down on top of him, grinding his crotch into his own. "Fuck, that feels good." Jesus Christ, he never knew that the Little One could be so forceful!

Yami felt Yugi's laugh vibrate slightly against his neck. Yugi bit it, causing Yami to shiver in pleasure, before he released it and fell back into the cushions. He was panting softly, his cheeks flushed slightly pink as he looked up at Yami with shining eyes. His legs were still firmly wrapped around Yami's waist and Yami felt his own face flush as he realised, he was hard, and Yugi would most definitely feel it.

"Hey don't be embarrassed, I'm the same. See?" Yugi bucked up slightly, and Yami could feel Yugi's own erection through his pyjama bottoms.

Yami laughed slightly and reached down with one hand to caress a tiny strip of Yugi's exposed stomach from where his shirt had ridden up. Yugi shivered slightly at Yami's warm had.

"If we don't go to sleep now, I don't think I'll be able to stop." Yami said softly.

"Then don't." Yugi said, his small face set in determination. "I want this Yami, I want you, and don't you dare say what I think you're going to say."

Yami raised an eyebrow as he leaned down and began to kiss Yugi's neck, nibbling the flesh playfully and causing Yugi to shiver. "Oh? What was I going to say, oh all-knowing one?" He said against Yugi's neck.

"That I'm doing this because I'm scared." Yugi said stubbornly. "I've been wanting to since the day we met, it's a miracle I've lasted a month to be honest. I mean look at you."

Yami had to admit that the thought crossed his mind, that Yugi was simply looking for a distraction from the fear that still lingered within him. So, Yugi's words set his resolve and warmed his heart. Yami bit Yugi's neck harshly, eliciting a small yelp from the smaller man. Yami licked the spot in apology as he reached down and hiked Yugi's shirt up under his armpits so he could kiss the skin of his chest directly. He licked Yugi's nipple and then bit it, delighting at the soft moan that drifted from between his partner's lips as he tangled his small uninjured hand in Yami's hair. Yami started to kiss his way down Yugi's chest, smiling against his soft skin as he moaned the whole time. A thought occurred to Yami before he stood up from the sofa suddenly and scooped Yugi into his arms, eliciting a high-pitched yelp of surprise from the smaller man.

"Y-Yami! Why'd you stop?" Yugi threw his arms around Yami's neck as he scowled at the detective.

Yami laughed as he crossed the room in three long strides, dropping Yugi onto his bed. Yugi yelped again and opened his mouth to protest as Yami crawled up his body again, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

"I don't think you'd appreciate our first time being on my sofa." Yami laughed as he reached into the drawer of his nightstand, producing a small lotion bottle. "And we also needed this."

Yugi blushed and nodded as Yami finally yanked his own shirt over his head, exposing his tanned muscular chest for Yugi to feast his eyes upon. Yami then wasted no time ridding Yugi of the rest of his clothes, yanking his pyjama bottoms and shirt over Yugi's head with impressive speed and efficiency. Yugi flushed a deeper shade of red and fidgeted once he realised that he was now naked in front of Yami. Yami smiled softly and cupped Yugi's face in one hand, rubbing soothing circles onto his cheek with his thumb.

"You're gorgeous Yugi, don't worry about a thing." He whispered.

Yami had never been so sure about anything in his life. The way that Yugi's skin turned pink from his cheeks down to his pectorals. The way that his small, pale, chest heaved with restrained desire. The way that his pretty, pink cock was flushed rose as it strained upwards, almost as if it was a divining rod towards his own body. The head of it already slick and glistening with precum from their earlier make-out session. Yami once again appreciated the glint Yugi's of multiple earrings that caught the morning light and his signature black nail varnish that was proudly on display from where one of Yugi's hands curled by his face, the other was still sadly encased in plaster.

Yes, to Yami, Yugi was the most beautiful creature in the world right now.

So lost in his thoughts, Yami jumped a little as Yugi's soft hand began to cup and massage his own arousal that was still contained within his trousers. Yugi smiled innocently up at him, his amethyst eyes sparkling with playfulness.

"Aren't you a little overdressed for this . . . detective?" He whispered; his hand relentless upon Yami's erection.

An almost animalistic growl escaped from Yami's lips as he hastily undid the belt and buttons that kept his trousers firmly around his waist. In his hurry his fingers fumbled across them multiple times before he was finally successful. Once he was finally bare, Yami's tanned hands immediately flew to Yugi's knees, who eagerly parted his legs for Yami to settle between them. Yami's breath quickened in excitement as he planted multiple kisses along the inside of Yugi's soft thighs. The detective made sure that he caught Yugi's eyes with his own as he slowly drew Yugi's erection into his mouth.

Yugi threw his head back and let out a deep moan as Yami withdrew and began to lap at the head of his penis. Yami's eyes almost slid shut in pleasure as Yugi's taste burst across his tongue. Yami instantly decided that he could never get tired of it. As Yami began to lick and bob his head up and down Yugi, Yugi stuffed a small fist into his mouth in a vain attempt to stifle the loud noises that were spilling from his lips.

Whilst Yugi was successfully distracted by Yami's skilled mouth, Yami uncapped the lid from the bottle of lotion he retrieved earlier and coated his hands liberally. Yugi almost levitated off the bed as Yami probed his entrance with his index finger. Seeing this, and encouraged by it, Yami gently eased the first finger in little by little until it was buried to the knuckle.

Yami withdrew from Yugi's erection and looked up at his partner, his eyes almost luminous with lust. "Are you okay, Aibou?"

Yugi's face flushed even darker at the new nickname before he nodded quickly. "Y-Yes, don't stop. I'll kill you if you stop!"

"I don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to," Yami murmured before he started to withdraw the finger in and out.

Yugi was silent for a little while until he adjusted to the intrusion. Moans once again began to spill from his well-kissed lips as Yami peppered kisses on the interior of his thighs once more.

"What do you want, Aibou?" Yami purred, his voice as deep as sin as he drank in the sight of his partner slowly losing himself to the throws of ecstasy.

"Yami," Yugi whined, his blush somehow impossibly deepening.

"Tell me."

"A-Another one," Yugi gasped as he gently rocked his hips against Yami's finger. "P-Please!"

Yami smiled, resisting the urge to touch himself at the erotic sight that Yugi made. There would be plenty of time for that later. He complied with Yugi's wish, adding another finger until the man was begging for a third. Soon after Yami added the third finger, Yugi moaned loudly, his eyes flew open, dark, and clouded with lust. A spurt of pre-cum erupted from his penis and landed onto his flat stomach.

"Ah, I found it." A slow smile spread across Yami's face as he repeatedly thrust all three of his fingers into Yugi's prostate. Yugi now seemed beyond speech; moans constantly tumbled from his lips as Yami happily prepared him.

However, Yami couldn't stand it any longer. The sight of Yugi losing himself in such a way was about to drive him to madness. With a final kiss to Yugi's thigh, he withdrew his fingers, eliciting a low groan of disappointment from his partner. Yami merely chuckled to himself as he lathered his own erection with the lotion before he threw it somewhere into the void of his apartment. He then leaned over Yugi's small form and entwined one his hands with Yugi's uninjured one as he used his free hand to brace himself above Yugi. Yami then laid a gentle kiss upon his lips.

"Ready?" Yami breathed, his breath fanning Yugi's blonde bangs across his face.

Yugi nodded wordlessly and wrapped his legs around Yami's waist. Yami then began to press inside, hissing in pleasure as his length was enclosed in Yugi's tight heat. Yugi's eyes screwed shut as something much bigger than Yami's fingers intruded him. Once he was fully seated inside, Yami began to pepper gentle kisses along Yugi's cheeks and neck. It took everything that Yami had to not pound Yugi into the mattress but he kept his wits about him, for Yugi's sake.

"Yami, move." Yugi buried his face into Yami's neck, causing Yami to shiver as Yugi's hot breath ghosted across his skin. "Please," he begged.

Well, Yami didn't have to be told twice. He started slow, keeping Yugi pressed close to him as he gently moved inside and out. Yugi was so tight and hot and groans of pleasure erupted uninhibited from his throat. All too soon, the slow pace was about to drive Yami insane. However, as the thought crossed his mind, Yugi jerked back from Yami's neck and into the pillows with a shout of pleasure.

Found it.

Yami rose until he was resting on his heels with Yugi's legs still wrapped around him. He then gripped Yugi's waist and began to pull Yugi back into him while he thrusted forward. Tears of pleasure gathered at the corners of Yugi's eyes and streamed down his cheeks as Yami played his body like a damn violin, hitting his prostate soundly with each hard thrust.

"Fuck Yugi," Yami groaned, his fingers tightening onto Yugi's waist just enough to not bruise. "Y-You're so tight, hot."

Pre-cum dripped constantly from Yugi's neglected erection, but the smaller man didn't seem to mind. Yami released one of Yugi's hips to reach down and cup Yugi's face once again, his pace remaining fast even though he was only using one hand. Yugi nuzzled his face into Yami's warm palm, planting a kiss onto the centre of it as he looked up at the detective, adoration and pleasure shining out of his amethyst orbs.

"Yami," Yugi whispered, his voice almost a sob as Yami struck his sweet spot once more. "Yami, if you carry on like that – I'm going to cum."

"Then cum for me, Aibou." Yami whispered as he rubbed soothing circles over Yugi's soft cheek with his thumb.

As if those words were a trigger, Yugi threw his head back against the pillows. His eyes screwed shut in pleasure and he moaned loudly as long ropes of cum erupted from his length, splattering warmly against Yugi's stomach and chest as he shook in the throws of his pleasure. The erotic sight, as well as the fact that Yugi's insides clenched down onto Yami's penis as he orgasmed, threw Yami over the edge as well. With one last thrust, Yami was cumming as well, Yugi groaned in pleasure at the feeling of being filled as Yami pulled out and collapsed beside him, panting.

After a few moments, Yami recovered enough to reach over and pull Yugi to him. Yugi happily cuddled into Yami's side, being careful of his injured hand as he situated himself next to his boyfriend.

"Yami, that was amazing." Yugi said as Yami pressed a kiss into Yugi's hair.

"Agreed," Yami laughed as Yugi yawned loudly, his jaw cracking with the motion.

"Shall we shower now or later?" Yugi asked.

Yami took one look at the sheets and at Yugi, whose eyes were already drooping with exhaustion, before he made his decision. "Later, I've got to change the sheets anyways."

"Okay," Yugi mumbled tiredly before he drifted off.

Yami laughed quietly before he reached down to pull the duvet over them both. He pressed a warm kiss against Yugi's forehead before he settled down to cuddle with Yugi and get some well-needed rest.

"Sleep well, Aibou." Yami mumbled before he too, drifted away to dreamland.

Yami groaned lowly at the sound of his phone vibrating obnoxiously from the sofa where he had discarded it earlier this morning. He looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand where the red numbers flashed 19:30 in the darkness. He was currently spooning Yugi, who had not moved an inch despite Yami's phone going off. He debated ignoring it, feeling too comfortable and warm in bed with Yugi to expose himself to the chill of the night outside of his duvet.

He listened as the phone rang off four more times before it started buzzing again, which caused Yami to frown. Only one person would be persistent enough to call him five times in a row if he didn't answer, and Yami was going to kill him if it wasn't important.

Yami growled lowly as he threw back the duvet and stood up from the bed. Yugi made a sleepy noise of protest before he snuggled back into the warm covers with a contented sigh. Yami then stalked across the room naked, pissed that his cute boyfriend was comfortable in his bed and he was being dragged out of it. He easily spotted his phone lit up like a freaking Christmas tree on the sofa in the darkness. A rather unflattering picture of a drunken Bakura flashed on the screen, he was asleep with his mouth open and drool spilling down his cheek. His idiot partner had better have a good excuse as to why he was spam calling him on a day he was off-duty.

"Bakura," Yami growled after he answered the phone. "What the fuck- "

"Yami," Bakura's voice was uncharacteristically soft as it cut across Yami's angry tirade, his usual gruff demeanour etched with exhaustion. "Come quick . . . we've got a body."

Two and a half hours prior, it was 17:00 and Malik sighed deeply as he walked out of the station, stowing his phone safely into his back pocket as he walked. It had been one hell of a day; his team were rushed off their feet. It was like the city was on the precipice of disaster and its citizens were getting high off the impending anarchy.

Burglaries, assault, rape, and even murders, were at an all-time high. Malik sighed again as he ran a weary hand through his platinum blonde locks. He swore to whatever God that was watching, if he had to analyse another rape kit he was going to scream. What the fuck was wrong with these people? Malik at least got some satisfaction that his impeccable work will put a metric shit-ton of those dirty fuckers behind bars. Often, his reputation proceeded him at court and as soon as the judge knew that it was his team that matched the DNA, the case turned rapidly into the victim's favour. Malik smiled wryly as he kicked a small stone that was on the pavement into the gutter, he supposed he could analyse another rape kit – if justice was served and the rapist rotted behind bars and potentially got a taste of their own medicine in the communal showers.

The weather was just about to take a turn for the worse, the winds that often whipped through the streets of Domino turned Baltic along with the skies that darkened stupidly early. Malik was just grateful that it hadn't begun to rain as the young analyst had forgotten an umbrella, not that an umbrella would've done him any favours with the wind even if it did rain. The cold nipped at his fingers and stung his cheeks as he walked, flushing the tanned skin red as the heat rapidly fled from his body. Malik shivered and pulled the collar of his grey coat up to protect his face before he shoved his hands into his pockets, he gripped the lining of his pockets as if he could leach some extra warmth into the chilled digits by doing so. Malik groaned in frustration, how was it this dark at 17:00? How was it this cold mid-October? Suddenly, the need to return to his nice, warm, flat consumed his mind like a plague. Malik's strides quickened exponentially, his dress shoes clicking arithmetically along the pavement soothed his anxiety a little as it was tangible proof that he was on his way, he'd be out of the cold soon.

The hairs on the back of Malik's neck stood on end, it took every ounce of his self-control not to rub the spot and expose his hands to the chilled air once more. His lavender eyes flicked around the empty streets as he ground to a halt. He had a strange feeling that caused anxiety to bubble uncomfortably in his gut once more, like he was being watched.

Tracked.

The thought sent more shivers through his body, and this time it wasn't from the cold. He began to walk anew, his steps more hurried than before. The street was eerily silent, not one other person nor vehicle had passed him as he continued to walk, it was as if he was in the eye of a horrendous storm that was about to break.

Soon enough, Malik will wish that he wasn't right all the damn time.

As he walked past the entrance of an alley, of which felt akin to a yawning maw, the street light that illuminated the path ahead flickered off and plunged everything into darkness. Malik yelped in surprise; his warm breath puffed up in front of him briefly before being carried away by the wind. At that moment, a hand reached out from the shadows of the alley and wrenched him painfully into its depths by his long platinum hair. Malik shouted in surprise once more, his hands flew out of his pockets to claw at the hand that pulled him by the hair, attempting to dislodge the attacker.

His attacker grunted, but didn't release his hold on the analyst as he continued to pull him further into the depths of the alley. Malik felt tears of frustration and pain sting his eyes, he couldn't go down like this! As suddenly as it came, the grip on his hair disappeared. The loss of the pressure, and where Malik was using all his weight to try and pull away, made the young analyst fall unceremoniously onto his face. Malik cried out from his tussle with the ground before he flipped onto his back, scurrying to squirm his back against the wall to survey where the threat went. What he saw, almost landed his lavender eyes out of his head and onto the disgusting alley floor.

Marik had his assailant by the throat against the opposite wall of the alley, his whole body as tense as a crossbow wire ready to let loose. Malik couldn't see his face from his current position, but his mind's eye helpfully supplied the image of the shop-owners eyes blazing with rage like the sun, his face contorted as he looked at the hooded man like an insect. His assailant was kicking his legs in the air trying, unsuccessfully, to land a blow against the Tomb Keeper to be released. Marik shook the man like a ragdoll in response.

"Please enlighten me," Marik growled at the man, the sheer ferocity in his voice made him go as limp as a fish, "as to why scum like you, dared to lay his hands on what was mine?"

Malik cringed at his voice, and yet he couldn't help the bloom of warmth that spread throughout his chest. He had never been so thankful to see the insane criminal, he almost wanted to weep from pure joy. Marik slammed the hooded man against the wall, his head bounced sickeningly from the brick like he was made of rubber, only the horrid sound of bone meeting brick convinced Malik that he was a real person and not a toy.

"Answer me!" Marik barked. "I don't have all night."

"F-Fuck you!" The man gasped around the hand that enclosed his throat. "You will be sacrificed!"

"Sacrificed to who!" Marik snarled.

"Our great lord!" The man cried, his head jerked up and Malik caught sight of his blue eyes rolling as he was deprived of more oxygen. "H-Hear me, save me!" He gasped.

"You're fucking useless, crazy scum. And that's saying something, coming from me." Marik said lowly.

Before Malik could blink, Marik had slammed the man against the wall with more force than before. Malik cringed and began to shake as the sickening sound of his crushed skull reverberated in the alley. Marik dropped the body like a stone, he turned to face Malik with a look of disgust etched onto his face as he wiped his hands on his jeans. Malik's eyes was riveted to the still body at Marik's feet, the dead man's blue eyes seemed to stare into Malik's own as his limbs jerked in his death throes. Malik then fixated on the blood that was dripping down the wall where his head made impact and he wanted to be sick, his throat swallowed repeatedly on impulse as he fought his body's natural reaction to vomit.

Malik had seen countless murder scenes during his time as a forensic, but it was a completely different thing to be present at the exact moment of someone's death. To see the light of sentience slowly leave the eyes of a human face. . .

"Kitten," Marik called as he crouched in front of Malik who remained plastered against the wall. "Look at me, please."

Malik didn't know whether it was the uncharacteristic pleading tone, or the fact that he had never heard Marik sound so sane, but it snapped his eyes from the fresh corpse to look directly into Marik's plum, desperate ones.

"You killed him," Malik whispered.

"He was going to kill you, Kitten." Marik stated, his voice betrayed no emotion now as he stared calmly at the shaking analyst. "Trust me on that, I've seen them hunt."

"Why?" Malik asked, the shock of the situation just hit him and tears began to gather at the corner of his eyes. Marik reached over and began to stroke his hair soothingly, and for once in his life, Malik didn't have it in him to tell Marik to piss off.

"I'll tell you everything I know, I promise." Marik said before his head jerked from side to side, his narrow plum eyes dark with suspicion of their surroundings. "Not here though, they very rarely hunt solo, you need to come with me. I can keep you safe."

Marik stood and extended a tanned hand down to Malik, the golden bracelets that adorned his wrist jingled pleasantly at the motion as they slipped out from under Marik's black wool jacket, glinting in the dim light. "Trust me." He whispered, his voice pleading once more.

Malik looked once again at the body, blood was starting to pool around his head, before his eyes flicked back to the extended hand. He chewed the inside of his cheek, he was crazy, fucking loco, for even considering it.

And yet.

Malik reached up and grasped Marik's hand, deciding that the devil he knew was better than the demons lurking in the darkness.