Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ Last Goodbye ( Chapter 1 )

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Yuugi's amethyst eyes were glazed with boredom as he stared blankly out the window. Eyes half lidded, he decided to nestle his head in his arms as they rested on the counter. It was not a busy day at The Kame Game Shop, and the weather was of no help either. The dreary picture painted before Yuugi only deepened his desire to doze off right there. He fought drowsiness half-heartedly while listening to the deep rumble of the heavens.

~Yami's POV~

I was becoming restless as I paced the chambers of my soul room. It would be a long, drawn out day without customers or homework for Yuugi to keep busy with. A smile plays on my lips as I mentally speak his name, but shaking my head in discouragement, remind myself that Yuugi would more than likely not enjoy the idea of a 3000-year-old spirit of a dead pharaoh lusting after him. My eyes slide close despite my own warnings and I imagine his small, pale form writhing beneath me, beautiful, angelic face tinged pink with desire, soft, rosy lips parting only to mewl and cry my name.

//Arg!!// I cry out. How can I think such thoughts when I know Yuugi would be mortified if he ever found out? As I take a step to once again pace my shadowed floor, I notice my pants are more restricting than they were a few moments ago. //Damn it all to hell!// I curse myself out loud, knowing full well that my secret fantasy had won me over once again.

/Yami?/ the sleepy, yet concerned voice of my hikari startles me.

~Yuugi's POV~

I could feel the soft clutches of sleep entwining itself with my reality. I was falling, no, floating on the thin line of awareness and dreams, comfort being my only concern.

//Damn it all to hell!// the sudden cry of my yami jerks me awake.

/Yami?/ I question, he had been pretty quiet today, and such a sudden outburst was rare unless something was wrong.

~Yami's POV~

I hold my breath, hoping Yuugi will shrug off the disturbance as a dream.

/Yami, is everything alright?/ he's fully awake now, I can hear a small hitch of panic in his voice, more than likely a result of my silence. My crimson eyes scan in search of someplace. What? A place to hide? Yes, I do not want Yuugi knowing his yami, despite his best efforts, was a hentai. I sigh heavily, knowing I can hide nowhere.

//Yes, Aibou?// I answer as collectively as I can muster, while fear begins to leak through our bond.

~Yuugi's POV~

My eyes slowly peel completely open as my heart begins to pound rather quickly. Why isn't he answering? I call to him again, still no response, what if he's hurt in his soul room? I open the link and let my fear drip though.

//Yes, Aibou?// immense relief washes over me when I hear his cool voice. I flush slightly and restrict the link to verbal only; I don't need Yami knowing what his voice does to me.

/W-what happened?/ I mumble sheepishly. The puzzle vibrates softly and a warm glow of light is the only warning I get before his lithe, sexy, leather clad form appears before me.

~Yami's POV~

I decide to speak to him face to face since that would prove I was all right, plus I'd get a chance to see my little angel. As I open my eyes to the real world, I see him watching me, but…is that lust in his eyes? As quickly as I think that, it's gone, a mix of embarrassment and relief as replacement.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, Yuugi." My voice is just above a whisper as I gaze intently, wanting him to feel every word I speak.

~Yuugi's POV~

Damn him and that voice! And that body, and leather, and-err! I can feel my face burn, light up like a brush fire; his garnet eyes the source of the flames. Ah! And damn him for that horribly sexy smirk!

~Yami's POV~

I can't help but smile slyly when my hikari's face begins to glow. He looks so cute when he's flustered. My concern now is whether I was the reason he blushed. I glide silently, closing the space between us. To my delight, he deepens his shade of red and breaks eye contact. Oh, my chibi-ichi. If I had known sooner, you'd be blushing for different reasons right now.

Can he see, see my eyes fill with want, so raw and starved for only him as I level myself with my precious angel. My slender fingers tilt his head up, locking our eyes, locking our desires.

Perhaps it is more than necessary, but my lips curl into a deadly grin, once stifled lust flashing across scarlet as I watch my Yuugi squirm, impatiently, in his seat.

~Yuugi's POV~

Oh, Kami-sama! I can feel his warm breath brush against my skin, causing it to prickle. We're so close now, oh so very close. I'm doing all I can to stop myself form yanking him onto my lap and stripping him of that red, oh so revealing leather. I squirm restlessly in my chair. Does he have any idea what kind of torture this is?! I'm a 17-year-old boy with a hellava lot of hormones coursing through my body, and a drop dead gorgeous Yami only centimeters from my drooling mouth!

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The dark cocked his head just slightly, sliding his eyes closed at the same time. Amethyst would have gone wider, but they couldn't. Was Yami going to kiss him? Him? Yuugi? Who was beat up almost everyday until Yami to had come to his rescue? Wasn't Yami tired of always having to fight for Yuugi and having to be his backup courage in almost every situation?

Surprise melted into slight annoyance, as Yuugi's want clouded his mind. /Oh Gods, why is he going so slow! Can't he just shove his tongue down my throat, strip us, and fuck me already?!/

A deep chuckle rippled through Yuugi's mind. Were it possible, he would have turned even redder when he realized that he had forgotten to shut his side of the link. "I'm glad you approve of this, Aibou, but perhaps if you would have been more open with your urges, this would be a practiced daily tradition…" Yami's voice tickled far more than Yuugi's ear when he huskily whispered against the hikari's lips. The dark's tongue pressed roughly against Yuugi's lower lip, tracing it very slowly even after the smaller's lips had parted to give Yami access to his moist heat. Yuugi mewled in need, a need to have Yami taste him, so that in effect he could taste Yami. The soft keen snapped the patience Yami had and he then found himself ravaging Yuugi with a passionate kiss that surprised even him.

Yami's fingers worked masterfully at unbuckling the leather round Yuugi's neck. His tongue slipped into the younger's mouth, massaging the virgin, pink flesh within.

"Yaaa…mmmm…iii" Yuugi could just barely speak with Yami's tongue halfway down his throat.

The pleading cry of his little one only aroused Yami further. He had successfully taken everything off of Yuugi that was above his waist. `Now for the bottom half.' Yami smirked to himself. Breaking the kiss with a last quick lick along Yuugi's lips, Yami lowered himself so he could clench the zipper of the boy's pants with his teeth, grazing the pale flesh on Yuugi's chest with nips on the way down.

The chiming of the door interrupted Yami's motives as a tall, fierce looking man strode into the shop. Yuugi felt like dieing on the spot, `Oh Gods…let the ceiling cave in now.' He buried his face in Yami's hair, given that it was at such an appropriate height, and awaited the customer's repulsed remark.

Yami growled and cursed over their link, swearing that this would be finished later that night when they could not be interrupted, and finally rose and put forth his best fake smile, one he so often used when ever Anzu was around, "Welcome to the Kame Game Shop, how may-"

"I'm looking for Yami." the man interrupted in a cold, booming voice.

Yuugi squeaked at the volume, Yami tensing and standing so he hid Yuugi as the boy redressed, the light shaking in cold at the loss of Yami's body heat, peeking from behind the taller frame to watch the man who apparently came for the dark.

"I'm Yami." The dark's voice full of curious caution "What, may I ask, do you want with me?" Yuugi smiled slightly, he had told Yami to be polite to people, not to just demand and state facts because he was far too intimidating when he needn't be, and fortunately, Yami had remembered. Though, by the looks of the gruff man before them, it would have been better had Yami forgotten Yuugi's lecture.

"I was told to bring Yami to Kaiba's newest dueling arena for his opinion." The man replied curtly and was openly aggravated that Yami would ask rather than come quietly. Both tricolor haired boys gaped dumbfounded. Kaiba wanted Yami's opinion? As far as both knew, Kaiba despised them. So why would he want to see either of them, more notably the one who had defeated him, for an opinion on one of his works?

"Why?" Yuugi questioned meekly, quickly cowering when the large man glared at him for daring to ask another question.

Yami took a step closer to the man and matched the glare with his own. Yami could make flowers wilt with that glare on a good day, but when someone dared anything against Yuugi, even the devil would run and hide. "You *will* answer his question." The tone in Yami's voice gave the man no choice.

He broke into an awkward laugh. Although he wouldn't admit it, he felt more than a little frightened by Yami, and the laughter gave him a bit of false confidence. "He told me you would be suspicious. I don't know what proof I can give you, but we are taking the limo there, so I can at least promise a comfortable ride."

"Tell Kaiba that he should come and invite me himself." Yami spat.

Gentle fingertips rested on Yami's arm, he looked down and melted at the sight of Yuugi's beautiful, wide eyes. "Please go, Yami. It's not very often Kaiba is anywhere near nice; you should go and see the new equipment he's created. You know how many people would give their best card just to get the chance at the sneak peak he's offering you?"

Yami sighed and rubbed his temple with slender fingers. He chuckled softly to himself; he was the former Pharaoh of Egypt, the most powerful person in the world in his time, yet he could not say `no' to Yuugi when he used those big, purple eyes on him. "Alright, Aibou, I'll go." Yami turned his gaze back upon the impatient man before them, "But only because you ask me to," the man smiled thinking he had won against the intimidating boy before him, "Yuugi." Scowling, he led Yami to the sleek, black limo waiting for them outside. Just before following the man in, Yami turned back smiling, "I'll be back for you later, Koi." He winked and got in, leaving Yuugi to blush madly at the endearment.

After closing the door, the man smiled darkly "That's what you think." Yami snapped his head to face him, but it was too late. A powerful hand was clamped over the dark's mouth and nose holding a black cloth bathed in something…something that made Yami's senses blur, fade, and slip from his grasp. Out of unconscious fear, he shut his link exceptionally tight, as if the attack was coming from his mind. The man smiled wickedly as he felt the frantic jerks, kicks, and claws for freedom slacken until the wiry frame in his arms became a dead weight, innocent to the horrors that would follow. Yami had fallen into the last slumber of his life.

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