Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Ice ❯ Chill's ( Chapter 5 )

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A/N: .... I updated? I updated! Yayness! Welcome to the two last chapters of Blue Ice. I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this story, and I thank all of you who have supported me along the way. And now that this story is over, I can focus my attention back on Fly Away Home and the next story I will be writing, which doesn't have a name yet, but the whole thing is planned out. So, without further ado, enjoy!

I would also like to take this time to apologize for the crapiness of the last chapter. It's rough around the edges, has no flow at all, and leaves the reader, including myself, going `Huh?' at the end. I will be revising it. I simply cannot leave something that bad alone. Hopefully the revision will go quickly, since I merely need to work on the consistency of ideas, not the ideas themselves.

A special thank you to everyone who reviewed, who's names I will now list since it is one in the morning and I'm to sleepy to think of clever responses for wonderful reviewers:

Blue Ice

By Ocean

Chapter Five: Chill's

Though it was late at night, a time when shadows and darkness once again appear in the world and take their claim of it, the calm, soothing light of the moon filtered into the room. The light served to dampen the effects of the night, giving ease to the body that lay in bed.

Yuugi griped the sheets that were wrapped around his shoulders in a half-hazard array, giving evidence to the restlessness of his sleep. He groaned lightly, a soft sound full of pain and irritation. His eyes clenched shut briefly before snapping open, his body jerking to a sitting position, tense and rigid as his breath came in short, quick gasps. He winced as pain ebbed in his hand, reminding him vividly of the extreme measures it had taken to rescue Yami from the black void of obscurity only hours before.

Taking a deep breath to calm the momentary anxiety within him, Yuugi brought his knees up to his chest and rested his head gingerly on his hands. He did not need to open his eyes or reach to his side to know that Yami was not in the bed with him, the slight, yet demanding ache he felt every time he and his aibou were parted protesting loudly because of the separation.

Though many times a blessing, memories were often hell. Even though the time that had passed since the Shadows escape and Yami's loss of control was trivial, Yuugi had hoped that the image would fade. That the image of the proud and arrogant and regal and beautiful and broken pharaoh would magically disappear and vacate the recesses of his memory with nothing more than a passing thought.

The encroaching presence of night did nothing to aid Yuugi's plight, serving, as it seemed, only to help the memory of the broken man remain as bright and clear as a shimmering diamond. He ran a hand through his hair, causing a small shiver to run down the back of his neck as he tried to calm the small quiver that caused his bottom lip to tremble. It had hurt to see his Yami suffering so, had pained him to see such violent emotion from a man who rarely let his feelings bleed from beneath the surface of the passive mask he wore. It frightened him to know that there was absolutely nothing he could do to ease the pain.

Physically, Yami had recovered quickly from his ordeal, waking from his unconscious state barely half an hour after the Shadows had expelled the drug from his system. With Jou's aid Yuugi had been able to partly drag, partly carry Yami's lax body from the ice and into the somewhat secluded area of the lockers. Away from the prying eyes of medical personnel and security guards and the franticness of the massacre on the ice. He had cradled Yami close to him, ignoring Jou's inquires as to what exactly had happened, why he had a cut on his hand, and why Yami was unconscious.

Yuugi straightened his legs and swung them over the edge of his bed, pulling the sheets from his body, recognizing that he would not be sleeping again any time soon. He folded his hands in his lap and hung his head between his knees, reluctantly letting his thoughts continue on their path.

Yami finally had opened his eyes, blinking slowly against the blaring light of the ice rink, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as awareness finally sought him out. Turning his head to the side, his eyes had caught sight of Yuugi's own, freezing in place at the vision. Yuugi's eyes still burned with the passion and fury of his emotions, violet and purple swirling in unison, the faintest hints of black highlighting their glory. They watched him with such an excruciating intensity and concern as to drive all thought from Yami's mind. He was unaccustomed to such scrutiny, Yuugi being the only one to ever keep his gaze for any discernable length of time, without fear or intimidation or judgement. And yet...

Yami's mouth had worked to say something, had opened so his breath could pass over his tongue and form words, but no sound ever came as his eyes glazed over in a haze of quiet defeat and he averted his eyes from Yuugi's addictive gaze. Yuugi's lips had pulled back into a grimace as he recognized this action, knowing that Yami had pulled himself completely within his shell. He also knew that there was no way to reach him until the pharaoh decided he wanted to be reached.

The bed creaked as Yuugi shifted his weight idly, uncertain as to what he should be doing, other than giving an attempt at sleep that was bound to be fruitless. A twinge of annoyance pranced its way through him. After everything that had happened that day, after the intense and lust filled actions of the night before, and Yami had still really felt the desire to return to the ice rink again. To leave him behind and face his problems on his own, to shut him out and keep his distance, all the while drawing Yuugi into his mysterious and dangerous and sensual allure.

A warm and soothing thought brushed its way over Yuugi's mind and smothered the irritated feelings with its commanding presence, much the way a hand will rub along the arm of a loved one to soothe the person's fears. Yuugi couldn't help the tug at the corner of his lips, the gentle presence of Yami's mind always able to protect him from the darkness of his own thoughts.

//I am downstairs, aibou.//

Yuugi pursed his lips at this information, surprised that Yami was so close, and yet the pull on their bond was so strong. He stood from his bed and slowly made his way to the top of the stairs, hesitating a moment before descending. He furrowed his brows at the uncertainty within him, not being able to recall a time when he was ever nervous to see Yami. He shook it off to the stresses of the day, his worry melting away as the excitement that always fluttered in the pit of his stomach when he was going to be alone with Yami appeared.

Treading quietly along the carpet, his bare feet being tickled by the soft fibers of the blandly colored padding that paved his way, Yuugi walked without pause to the family room. Yami sat just on the other side of the coffee table on the floor, his knees bent to his forehead, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs, his soft long tresses falling protectively over the fabric that covered his arms. He was perfectly still, rigid... a stunning symbol of the resilient strength and foreboding power and stoic grace and raw beauty of his once proud and ruling nation.

Yuugi knelt beside him, his fingertips brushing lightly against Yami's temple, followed shortly by a soft and lingering kiss of greeting to the smooth skin. Yami didn't move to acknowledge the touch, instead choosing to extend his greeting through a mental caress that sent electric shivers skittering over Yuugi's skin. Yuugi settled himself next to Yami, adopting a similar position, though leaving his head aloft so he could watch the darkly silhouetted form of his aibou.

They sat in silence for a long while, the still of the night dancing around them, trying to entice them back into its embrace, to surrender their thoughts and let sleep overcome them. Yuugi fought back the urge to question Yami, to coax him from his shell and talk about his fears and concerns, his anger and passion, his hesitations and convictions. But he had learned, through no great amount of trial and error that, when given enough time, when allowed to reflect in the silent and comforting presence of his other, Yami would, on occasion, talk.

As he waited for this blessed event to come, Yuugi tilted his hand so he could play with the bandage that concealed the deep abrasion that marred his skin. What once was white now was stained with a bold and glaring red hue, the blood having been attracted to the soft fabric of the bandage and seeping out of the wound. The tremble of his fingers against the binding ceased as long and slim and nimble fingers, colored once by the heat of the sun, faded only slightly with the passage of time, questionably curled around his injured palm and pulled it in front of the pharaoh's softened gaze.

Yuugi's eyes softened as he watched Yami examine his palm, the crimson eyes lightened by an intense longing that shined just beneath the surface of complacent concern. The mask did its best to hide and contain the turbulent emotions within the slender frame. Yami soon become frustrated by the bandage, angered by its need to announce to the world that Yuugi was injured, quickly removing it and tossing the bloodstained fabric carelessly to the floor. He blinked once, slowly, languidly, very much cat-like, when he noticed that the wound had already begun to heal itself.

Yuugi was surprised by this also and leaned forward so he could see his hand better in the dark. He snorted lightly after a moment, a slight irritation at the fact that the cut still hurt as though it had been freshly made. He half expected a sense of amusement to filter through his link with the pharaoh and was unprepared for the apology he recieved instead.

"What for?" Yuugi asked quietly, leaning against Yami's firm, long, curvaceous legs, trying to get him to grace him with those bewitching eyes of his. Yuugi would happily look into those eyes for eternity, not once feeling the need to look away at the world around him, a world he would no longer hold interest for.

Yami did not answer the soft inquiry, brushing his thumb lightly over the cut on Yuugi's hand before placing it against his lips and closing his eyes, softly kissing along the length of the wound. Yuugi sighed quietly as Yami's lips tickled his sensitive flesh, feeling himself willingly fall into the sensuality that pooled off of Yami's every move.

"S-rwi pey-f Ahw." The words trickled past Yami's lips, his breath heating the flesh of Yuugi's palm as he uttered the plea that would free Yuugi from his discomfort. Yuugi's brows furrowed at the hushed and cursory whisper, his ears barely able to hear the slight tremble that was never present in the pharaoh's voice.

"Yami?" Yuugi asked, the undercurrent of his tone carrying with it the concern he possessed for his other. When Yami did not respond, only nuzzled his cheek into Yuugi's now healed palm, he tried again, his tone a bit more forceful. //Yami?//

Yami's eyes opened slightly and looked dazedly in front of him as he mentally heard Yuugi's inquiry. His ears had long ago shut themselves from the nuances of the world so he could better seclude and berate himself.

Yuugi narrowed his eyes, understanding seeping its way into his soul, realizing what it was that Yami was struggling with. "It wasn't your fault."

Yami gave a disagreeing grunt as his reply.

"Don't do this," Yuugi said harshly, far more harshly than he had intended. He too was still affected by the events of the day. The emotions of overwhelming fear and anxiety and his near drowning in relief when the situation had been resolved caused his emotions to be a whirlwind of confusions that had no hope of settling.

Yami finally turned his eyes to Yuugi, one eyebrow lightly arched at the reprimanding tone of Yuugi's voice. He mentally flinched at the harshness, then berated himself for this reaction as well. He couldn't allow himself this loss of control, couldn't abandon the restraint he had placed upon himself and the Shadows, couldn't risk loosing Yuugi again. He nearly had. He very nearly had lost the only one, the only thing that mattered to him in the whole of existence.

All because for one instant, a single moment, he had lost control.

Yuugi tried to jerk his hand away from Yami's grip, growling low and deep in his throat when the spirit's hand refused to let him pull away. Yuugi could sense the irritation in Yami, the dark undercurrents of barely suppressed loathing swirling and pulsing off of him in waves. Emotions that needed to be released, emotions that Yuugi had to force Yami to deal with before he buried them in his already overflowing vault. He could sense that Yami was about to implode, the strain he placed upon himself great enough to collapse the majestic Parthenon.

Yuugi looked at Yami from the corner of his eye, observing the coiled muscles, the straining body that nearly trembled with its efforts to keep everything contained inside. He knew of a way to release Yami's tensions, a way to slip beneath his defenses and coax those dark and turbulent passions away from the wondrous soul they threatened so fervently. He was in need of some release himself.

Yuugi turned his head so he could look at Yami directly, ensuring that the spirit would not miss the challenge in his eyes. Yami's eyes narrowed fractionally as he bristled, his fingers curling more forcefully around Yuugi's hand, trapping the not-so-delicate limb in his domineering embrace. Yuugi felt a sense of triumph as he watched Yami's eyes darken, knowing that the pharaoh would react to being so openly challenged. This trait was reminiscent of his past life, a reason for his harsh and quick punishment of all who threatened Yuugi, and would prove invaluable for what Yuugi wanted to do.

Yami straightened his back, pulling his chest away from his knees, keeping his unwavering gaze locked on Yuugi. So his aibou wanted to test him, did he? It had happened before, and Yami was certainly in the mood to assert his dominance... his control. Anything to keep his mind away from the self loathing thoughts that had threatened to consume him before Yuugi had descended the stairs. It would afford him the time needed to bury those thoughts in a far off place, in a dark hole where they had no hope of escape or possibility of hurting Yuugi.

"Be sure you're up for this," Yuugi whispered, his voice soft, his words vibrating with hidden arousal, his closeness to the tightly curled, long and svelte body that radiated heat and promise of intense intimacy sharpening his awareness of the man beside him.

Yami smoothed his legs out in front of him, his head and gaze remaining perfectly still as he folded himself in front of Yuugi, never releasing his hand. He pulled suddenly on the limb, forcing Yuugi to fall towards him and into his lap, his legs sprawled on either side of Yami's waist. Yami tilted his head back at the close proximity, raising his face in a regal manner so he could look down on Yuugi, whose eyes were now level with his mouth.

Yuugi's eyes widened in surprise as Yami pulled him harshly into his lap, then narrowed as his lips pulled back from his teeth and a low snarl was barely repressed in his throat. He refused to look Yami in the eye, knowing the superior glint that he would find would do nothing more than incite him further. He felt his other's amusement as he continued to stare at Yami's mouth, unwittingly noticing how tempting those soft and smirking lips were. He placed his free hand on Yami's chest, using it as leverage to try and pull himself away from Yami's titillating embrace.

Yami grunted at the force of Yuugi's struggles, finding himself falling forward in his effort to restrain Yuugi. Yami fell on top of him as Yuugi's pull had resulted in him falling onto his back. Yuugi immediately began to squirm, taking advantage of Yami's surprise to turn on his stomach and try to crawl out from beneath the larger body. Yami growled lightly as he struggled with Yuugi, resulting in the two of them wrestling for the better part of ten minutes.

Ragged breaths and muttered grunts of effort penetrated the night air as the two bodies entwined in their struggle for dominance, arms and legs circling around each other as they tried to force the other into submission. Though Yami was infinitely stronger than Yuugi he restrained himself from using that strength, instead matching Yuugi's to ensure that he would not injure him. Yuugi knew this, and let frustration march down their link, annoyed that Yami was not exerting his control. That was the whole point of his struggles, his sole reason for initiating this fight between them.

//Damn it!// Yami cursed absently at the difficulty he was having at pinning Yuugi to the floor. His aibou's persistent twisting and turning and surprisingly limber movements were preventing him from acquiring the grip needed to still him. He missed as Yuugi, who was currently hunched over on his knees, turned his head and looked at him, a quiet resolution settling on his features. He missed the fact that Yuugi's resistance was fading, missed that his opponent no longer struggled, missed that he was being driven by the pain and fear and confusion that had resulted from his loss of control. For the moment, he was no longer rough-housing with Yuugi, but back on the ice, facing down the utter helplessness he had suffered.

Yuugi winced slightly as Yami grabbed his shoulders and twisted him around, pushing him roughly into the carpet as he moved to sit on his stomach, legs sprawled on either side of him. He gulped down a breath of air as he looked into Yami's eyes, those beautiful eyes that were distant and frighteningly clear as Yami fought his inner battle. Yuugi tried to raise his hand to Yami's cheek, to run his fingers over the smooth skin, but in his state of mind Yami immediately seized his wrist and pinned it above his head, a predatory growl warning Yuugi to remain absolutely still. Yuugi complied without hesitation.

Several moments passed as Yami kept Yuugi pinned beneath him on the floor, panting as his body trembled, his eyes slipping shut as he tried to bottle the emotions within him. But it was too late for that, Yuugi's distraction having allowed Yami's inner demons to challenge him and force Yami to face them in return. Yuugi waited patiently, unsure how Yami was going to be able to handle himself, ready should his pharaoh need him, to guide him through emotions he did not want to encounter. He kept his eyes on Yami's face, ignoring the slight tingle in his hand that resulted from the force of Yami's grip, focusing instead on the gorgeous man who hovered above him by a thread.

Yami leaned forward suddenly, burying his face in Yuugi's neck, releasing a deep and heart-wrenching sound that coming from anyone else would have been considered a sob. He loosened his grip on Yuugi's wrist, pushing his fingers along Yuugi's palm until he was able to entwine their fingers together, gripping tightly as though Yuugi were his lifeline. His other hand fell to Yuugi's chest, slipping down along its width until it was holding on to its side. The rest of his body remained still, afraid to move from its momentary haven.

Yuugi turned his head to the side, pushing against Yami's cheek in an affectionate rub as he rose his free hand to Yami's neck, letting his fingertips walk softly along the strong and rapid pulse. He bit his lower lip at Yami's strangled cry, knowing that it was a release, not a call for help, and feeling a pride swell within his chest. Yami had confronted his demons. And he had won.

Yuugi allowed himself to be lulled into a light doze as Yami's lean and flowing body remained motionless over him, enticing him to no end as the heat of the pharaoh seeped into his skin and tickled his senses, the weight of the body all at once comforting and supporting and protecting and delicious and close... so very close. Right where it should be. He knew Yami was still awake, the gentle nudge on their link when the spirit succumbed to sleep never appearing, and he did not question Yami's choice to remain motionless on top of him.

"Mmm..." Yuugi moaned softly, sleep tugging at his voice, though the much stronger pull of lust made its presence known. "You make a nice blanket."

For several moments Yami did not respond, and Yuugi was content to stay laying beneath him.

//I have had more comfortable beds.//

Yuugi could not fight the chuckle that bubbled up from his stomach, the tensions of the day melting away as he playfully swatted Yami's shoulder. He could feel the pharaoh smirk against his neck at the action, then sigh wistfully as he settled his body more fully on top of him.

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Translation:

S-rwi pey-f Ahw - Remove his pain