Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Not a Kid ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7

 

He was burning, burning alive. That was the only coherent thought that passed through his muddled up mind. It was as if he was submerged in a pool filled with white-hot iron and he couldn't claw his way to the surface. His skin felt like it was blistering and peeling off his bones and flesh. His breath wouldn't leave his constricted throat even though he wanted nothing more than to pant for air as if he'd run a marathon. And somehow he knew that this inferno he was in was caused by those hands. Those slender, strong hands whose touch felt cool like a healing balm while on his skin but caused that same skin to churn the moment they left.

 

They were all over him, those hands. They touched him and stroked him as if to soothe, but only caused the heat covering his body to increase. He couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was going to explode. He was scared and elated at the same time and the strange combination confused him and terrified him all the more. It was as if he was dieing, but simultaneously he had never felt so alive before.

 

Then, his throat was free and the keening scream that had been building up was released. And suddenly the heat wasn't just painful anymore. The hands and their touches didn't bring just false relief. Pain and pleasure seemed to mix to a point where he couldn't identify where one ended and the other began. He could pant all he wanted now, sweet, blessed air filling his lungs and, he surrendered to the sensations. As if that was all it took, his body arched and his own hands rose to touch and explore at last.

 

His lips slightly parted, his breathing ragged, his fuzzy mind interpreted what his fingers were feeling as smooth and slightly damp skin stretched over a strong, broad back and firm muscles. Tipping his head forward, his tongue darted out of his mouth to taste what his hands told him to be the other's neck. His senses seemed to be awakening one by one and soon he felt the slightly salty, spicy taste of his lover in his mouth. Because it was obviously a lover that was doing all those things to him. The touches were a bit too insistent, the hands were wandering a little too boldly for the other to be anything but a lover.

 

His inquisitive tongue earned him a deep, guttural moan, bordering on a needy growl.

 

`My hearing is back' Mused some distant part of his overwhelmed brain. The rest of him was too busy relishing in the sound and feel of a hot, moist breath panting in his left ear.

 

The hands still exploring his body, which he now realized was completely naked, drew him impossibly closer so that his chest was pressed firmly against the other's. It was slick with sweat, moving rapidly up and down, and definitely male.

 

Then his lover bit him, right in the junction where his neck met his shoulder. It was possessive and passionate and he couldn't help but moan at the intense sensations it brought along. His hips bucked wildly against the other's. Every sell in his body was alive and singing. His hands clawed at the strong back and shoulders, he hissed and thrashed like a wild cat, and although his vision still wasn't back, he just knew his nails had drawn blood. He could feel it mixing with their sweat, taste it as he in turn bit and licked his lover's body. And he was answered by equally brutal and primal growls and groans. Strong arms wrapped around him until he couldn't draw breath, squeezed his wrists and torso until he was sure he'd have bruises and it was all so good and so hot, he was burning…

 

He realized he was suddenly lying now but he couldn't bring himself to care how or when. Not when he was all too aware of his erection rubbing against his lover's thigh and equally hard member. Their sweat-slicked bodies grinded and writhed against each other and the heat was back, twice as painful and pleasurable as before. Both of them were passed sanity and coherency now, if they had ever had them. The only sounds that left their throats were animalistic grunts and hisses. They clawed at each other's bodies, groped and stroked none too gently. Their lips would meet from time to time, but it was more like a fight for dominance, filled with clashing tongues and teeth and biting and sucking, than a kiss.

 

Pretty soon though that wasn't enough. He could feel an emptiness inside him, one which grew with every passing second and gnawed at his senses. On some instinctual, primal level, he understood it and knew what he had to do to satisfy it. So while one hand was tangled in his mysterious lover's hair, bringing his head down for another tongue-duel, his other hand slithered its way between their slippery bodies and at last reached its target. He wrapped his slender fingers around the hard, thick shaft and gave it a stroke firm enough to border on painful. His lover tore his mouth away from his in a pleasure-filled scream and thrust his hips forward.

 

He moaned at the erotic sound and stroked the member in his grasp again. The body above him arched and his lover latched onto his throat and collarbone to try and stifle his pants and groans. He felt he couldn't take it anymore. He opened his legs and the other's body slid easily between them, settling comfortably as he wrapped them around the slim waist. Gripping the now leaking shaft in his hand still, he positioned it at his entrance, feeling too impatient (not to mention past any kind of sane thought) for preparations. Taking in a shuddering breath, he finally managed to rasp out something akin to human speech through his sore throat.

 

“Now…Now!”

 

That seemed to be all the prompting his lover needed. Still firmly latched onto his throat, the body above him grunted and thrust its hips forward, the solid shaft sinking to the hilt.

 

Time seemed to freeze. It was as if he was at the edge of a cliff, waiting for the few last pushes to the exhilaration of freefall. His every last nerve flared as if charged with electricity. His back arched, his head thrown back, he fell, releasing an earth-shaking wail. He felt full, stretched beyond imagination and finally whole. With a rush, his last sense returned. As if somebody had removed a blindfold he hadn't even realized he'd been wearing, his eyesight came back.

 

Just as he was about to let the intense wave of pain and pleasure sweep him away, he caught sight of a tanned face contorted in the same ecstasy he himself felt, and a pair of madly burning ruby-red eyes, glimmering in the darkness, all framed by a crown of multi-colored locks. Finally able to put a name to his mysterious lover, he squeezed his eyes shut and screeched at the top of his lungs.

 

“YAMI!”

 

With a start, Kouga's eyes snapped open and it took him a few moments to figure out where he was. When his wildly beating heart and ragged breathing finally calmed down a bit, he threw a hand over his eyes and groaned. The slight movement caused the light silk sheet thrown over him to shift and rub against a certain body part, a certain body part still painfully erect.

 

Freezing, Kouga cursed and threw the airy fabric away from himself. Standing from the bed, he took a glance at his bedside alarm clock and frowned, seeing as it was still only three o'clock in the morning. Clad only in a pair of boxers that still rubbed uncomfortably against his twitching member when he walked, he padded over to his spacious bathroom. Turning on the cold water, he took off his boxers, hissing slightly as they caught on his straining penis, and stumbled into the shower, still cursing under his breath.

 

He hoped the cold water would do its job (for a change). Shuddering at the memory of his latest and, by far, most intense dream, Kouga let the icy stream pelt over his back and shoulders. Soon though, it became that obvious it wouldn't work.

 

“Shit!”

 

He finally relented and, with a resigned sigh, took a hold of his shaft. Electricity seemed to spark up his body from the simple touch and he once again cursed his rotten luck as he stroked himself closer to completion.

 

`Darkness' Light's concert was in just fifteen hours and he had to get himself under control by then. Since his return to Domino he'd felt the walls he'd built to keep the link between Yami and himself dormant, fall down bit by bit. His darkness' close proximity had made sure of it. Visions and dreams had become his stalkers. He just knew they were leaking through the holes in the bond-barrier, but he couldn't even tell which ones were his own, and which were Atemu's. The only thing he did know was that they weren't all his, and it was getting on his nerves. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, and he walked around with an almost constant hard on! It was maddening! Thoughts of his yami plagued him night and day! It was interfering with his work, goddamnit! Even his band mates had noticed. His friends were worried for him, he could tell even though they tried to hide it (not that Jojo had ever been good at hiding anything, much less her emotions). Thank Ra they knew not to broach the subject. Even though he'd been moody and irritable (in other words, sulking and brooding), they'd been patient and understanding. At times like these, he really appreciated his friends!

 

He hadn't seen Atemu since that night at the game shop. He hadn't expected to really. He knew him well enough to realize that the next time they saw each other would be at the concert (if his yami decided to come at all). Atemu had a lot to think about and come to terms with.

 

Sugoroku had come by a few times to see him and Jojo, Mathew, Dan and Jonathan, but they hadn't talked about Kouga's darkness. Honestly, the young singer was grateful. His Grandfather knew he didn't have anything to say. He'd passed the ball to Atemu's side of the field. It was the yamu's turn now.

 

While lost in the land of angsting and reminiscing, his hand had not been idle. He was brought back to the present by his back arching and lips parting in a strained gasp. His now rapidly moving hand was jerking unsteadily as his balls tightened and shot his seed out of the tip of his penis. He slumped back exhausted, his slowly softening cock still squirting tendrils of white sperm and the water beating down on his form. His bleary eyes took in his release mixing with the water and flowing down the drain.

 

Sighing, he straightened up and finished washing up, knowing there wouldn't be any sleep for him anymore. Not tonight anyway.

 

`This has got to end soon. I can't go on like this. I'm not even sure what our relationship is at the moment' He though while putting on a pair of black shorts and a white wife-beater `And until he finally realizes I'm not just an innocent hikari, I'll never know.'

 

Putting on a pair of black trainers, he left his suite in the hotel, and headed for the lobby and his morning jog. Running always helped him clear his head. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that he'd need all the clarity he could get very soon.

 

`Whatever happens, it'll start at the concert. It's all up to him now. On whether he'll show up or not.' But then he smirked `What am I saying? Of course he'll show up! When has the King of Games ever been afraid of a challenge?!'

 

And as he set off at a brisk pace, he never knew that his other half at the moment was gasping for breath on the other side of town, holding his head in his hands and still shaking from his dream. A dream of writhing, sweat-slicked bodies, animalistic grunts and growls, scorching heat and blinding pleasure. A dream of a body below his, arched in ecstasy, head topped with black and silver thrown back, kiss-bruised lips parted in a scream of his name and silver-flecked purple eyes, half-lidded with lust and desire.

 

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Dawn finally broke on the city of Domino, Japan. The sun god Ra began his journey in the clear blue sky, unknowing, or simply uncaring, of the turmoiled thoughts and emotions running amok in the heads of the two parts of a once whole soul.

 

One of those two halves was currently slouching (though you'd never hear him admit he was slouching; 3000 year old pharaohs didn't slouch. It's un-pharaoh-like) in a chair near the cash register of the Turtle Game Shop, nursing a large mug of coffee and dark circles under a pair of blood-red eyes. Atemu was barely aware of his rapidly cooling drink though, he was too busy staring at the inconspicuous little envelope laying innocently in front of his clasped hands. He was lost in thought, his mind buzzing with flashbacks of his hikari's return, the meaning of the contents of the above-mentioned envelope, and…and the dreams that had been plaguing him since that night Yug…Kouga had been at the game shop.

 

As much as he didn't want to admit it, the almighty King of Shadows was at a loss of what to make of all this. He'd had dreams of that memorable kiss that had taken him by such a surprise the day his light had left, yes, he admitted that much, but never ever something quite as…graphic as what he'd seen the last few nights. As much as he'd known he'd loved the other part of his soul five years ago, he'd never really pictured his little Yugi in a situation where…

 

…Writhing beneath his, lithe body slick with sweat, so deliciously slippery and aroused, hissing and panting, clawing and thrashing…

 

Atemu shook his head hard, startled at the intensity with which the vision had assaulted him. Then again, he thought grimly, the sweet, innocent little Yugi from his memories was a far cry from the sensual, confident personification of all things erotic that Kouga seemed to be. He was by no means ignorant of or inexperienced in the sensual art or sex himself, he'd had a goddamn harem once upon a time, after all! But this…This was different by far! He'd never felt that much for his previous lovers. Never been that enamored with them.

 

Back to the present at last, he glared at his now cold mug of coffee, and stood with an irritated sigh to dump the unappealing gooey brown liquid. Just then, the bell above the shop's door gave a soft chime, signaling someone's arrival. He glanced hopefully and, yes, his ever-loyal friends were there. Joey, Tristan, Tea (here he frowned a bit; the poor girl still hadn't given up on her silly little infatuation and kept following him around like a love-sick puppy), they were all there. Even Ryou and Marik had shown up. With their yamis, Atemu noted with a slight grimace. The once-megalomaniacal-sociopaths didn't appear to be too happy with their current location either. Even though they were now much more bearable (hey, at least they didn't huddle together to plan world domination including gleeful homicidal sprees and gory deaths left and right in secret anymore; now they did it in plain sight at the weekly gatherings their lights and the others organized), they still tended to get on the ex-pharaoh's nerves with their blatant disrespect. Not to mention both Yami Bakura and Yami Marik now enjoyed healthy and loving relationships (or as loving and healthy as those two could be) with their hikaris. And they never missed an opportunity to rub it in their ex-arch-nemesis' face.

 

Nevertheless, Atemu was far too grateful for the welcome distraction from his confusing thoughts and emotions to care that a thief and a maniac serial killer were in his presence, however `repentant' they may be. He just gave a relieved sigh and stepped forward to greet his friends.

 

“Hey, guys. Thanks for making it.”

 

He was slightly disturbed to see Tea's star-struck state, complete with the glazed over expression and bit of drool dribbling down her chin.

 

“Never mind that, Atem', old pal.” Joey's deep voice snapped him out of his slightly freaked out observations “You said it had to do with Yug', and that's enough for me.”

 

“Oh, yes, Atemu darling!” Tea's squeal had the poor spirit of the puzzle wonder if he'd ever get rid of the ringing in his right ear “Anything for you!”

 

The last was purred in what the delusional little chit must've though was a sensual way, but was in reality slightly sickening, what with the still unnoticed drool. She didn't seem to realize it, but the others did, if their cringing and the newly-arrived-still-slightly-unbalanced yamis' snickers were any indication.

 

Atemu took a moment to glare the former spirits in, hopefully, submission, before turning back to his friends with a considerably softer expression. They'd all been there for him, five years ago, and he knew that Yugi's departure had affected them almost as much as it had him. They'd helped him on his fruitless search and had given him hope when he'd felt like giving up. They'd never lost their fait in him and Yugi and that had helped him not to either. The day after his hikari's return he'd contacted them (luckily they were all in Domino at the time) and told them one simple sentence.

 

“I have news of Yugi.”

 

That had been all it had taken. They'd arranged to meet at the game shop, even though Atemu hadn't found it in himself to give out anymore information on what the news had been exactly at the time. The former pharaoh was more than thankful to have such loyal friends (though when he'd called Tea, she'd somehow sounded more excited at the prospect of seeing him than hearing news of the missing Yugi).

 

Seeing as the others seemed quite annoyed with the girl, Atemu decided to interfere.

 

“It does have to do with Yugi.”

 

At their expectant faces, instead of offering an explanation, he reached for the counter where the envelope Kouga had given him lay and offered it to his curious friends. After a moment of confused hesitation, Tristan took it and fished out its contents. He withdrew a few smaller pieces of paper that, on closer inspection, turned out to be tickets.

 

Finally Joey couldn't take the prolonged silence anymore and snapped.

 

“Well, what does it say?!”

 

Furrowing his brows, Tristan explained, as the others leaned closer to hear, except Yami Bakura and Yami Marik, who just looked bored (though if anyone bothered to take a closer look, they'd see that the albino and insane Egyptian were just as interested in the conversation).

 

“It's tickets to a concert. A band called `Darkness' Light', to be more specific.”

 

Tea chose that moment to give an almighty squeal.

 

“Oh my gosh! I love them! They're my favorite band in the whole wide world!” She gushed, while Atemu turned wide eyes on her “Kouga Uchiha is a god! That body, that face, that voice! Sex on legs, I tell you! Sex on legs!”

 

She paused at the looks all of the others were giving her. Heck, even Yami Bakura and Yami Marik looked more than slightly disturbed, what with their bugged out eyes and all.

 

“Oh…um…But not as sexy as you, Atemu darling!” She squeaked, a sweat drop forming on the back of her head.

 

Atemu just shook his head at the disconcerting thought that Tea had obviously heard of Yugi's new identity and not known it was their missing friend, and the even more frightening notion that she found him sexy (he ignored the little voice in the back of his head that reminded him of his own less than innocent thoughts and dreams starring the new Yugi).

 

“Come to think of it, I think I've heard of the guy too.” Mused Joey “Isn't he in this really popular American band? The one that holds the top spots in charts all over the world?”

 

“'Course he is!” Snorted Yami Bakura “And I hate to agree with psycho-fan-girl over there” He jabbed a thumb in Tea's general direction “but Kouga does have one hell of a voice. That guy sure can write songs. `Sides” He shrugged “He's gotta be one of the most delicious pieces of ass I've seen in a long time.”

 

At this Ryou glared at his yami, and Bakura shot him a sheepish apologetic smirk (he did not do smiles, thank you very much). Yami Marik snickered in agreement with his accomplice's assessment and received a thwack on the back of the head from his slightly fuming hikari-dash-lover.

 

Atemu didn't like where this was going at all! Was it possible that they'd all known of Yugi's new occupation and identity, and not one of them had connected the two personas?! It was a depressing though, how much they really knew a person they claimed to love. How much he knew a person he claimed to love. Seth, even the tomb robber and psycothic mass murderer seemed to know more about the life his hikari had lead during the last five years than him! He reminded himself to banish them to the Shadow Realm later for daring to leer over his light.

 

They were all talking now, all of them excited over the prospect of seeing the band live. The tickets were more than enough for all of them, after all. Tea was practically in orgasmic bliss. So were Yami Bakura and Yami Marik for that matter. Even their hikaris seemed to be fans. Joey suddenly interrupted them.

 

“Hold on a second! Did you forget why we came here in the first place? To hear news about Yug'!” Everyone quited down and turned to look at Atemu again. Said ex-pharaoh was just glad to have the conversation back on track “Now, Atem', pal, what's this got to do with Yug'?”

 

Bracing himself, Atemu forged onward.

 

“He was here a few days ago.” He started, earning himself a few pairs of wide eyes and confused and surprised faces “He left the tickets. Told me if I wanted to see him and get to know him, I should go to the concert and we'd talk more there.”

 

There was deathly silence. Even Tea's squeals had quited somewhat.

 

“He…He was here?!” Joey stammered, his voice sounding as if he'd inhaled helium.

 

“Yes.” Atemu's own voice was quite, but they all heard it nonetheless.

 

The calm was broken. Everyone was talking and yelling now, shouting excitedly, shooting question after question at him. Finally Ryou (the ever sensible and shy Ryou) managed to calm them down enough for their inquiries to be at the very least discernable from one another.

 

“Please, control yourselves! You won't get any of our questions answered like that!” He turned to Atemu “Is there someplace more private we could have this conversation?”

 

The spirit of the puzzle nodded and motioned for them all to follow him upstairs to his room. After they were all seated, Tristan spoke first.

 

“So, how was he? How did he look? Did he look okay to you?”

 

Atemu took a deep breath. He was going to need it.

 

“He was…fine. He seemed changed, and he has changed, but…overall…he seemed to be just fine.”

 

If they noticed his hesitation, they didn't show it.

 

“So then where is he?” Joey asked, clearly eager to see his best bud.

 

“I don't really know. I haven't seen him since that night he came by. He just said to meet him at where I later found out was the concert and he'd explain more then.”

 

Atemu sighed heavily and ran a hand over his tired face and through his tri-colored hair.

 

The others were clearly disappointed, but Marik asked something they were all wondering.

 

“What I don't understand is why a `Darkness' Light' concert?” He started, his features clearly showing his confusion “How did he even get by the tickets? They were sold out weeks ago! I should know.” He continued a bit irritably, with a playful glare thrown in his lover's direction “This moron`s been whining about it for I don't know how long!”

 

Ryou nodded in agreement and Yami Bakura smirked as he added his two cents.

 

“True, true. The tickets to any of their concerts are notoriously difficult to find, especially this close to the event. You'd have to practically be Uchiha's best pal to get your hands on one. And these are front row tickets, with back passes and everything. Wonder how little Yugi got a hold of them.”

 

Everyone turned to stare at Atemu again, and the ex-pharaoh decided to get the last of his findings off his chest.

 

“The reason we couldn't find Yugi was because he'd changed his identity. He doesn't go by Yugi Mutouh anymore.” There were several looks of dawning comprehension at this “It's Kouga Uchiha now.”

 

Joey and Tristan's jaws dropped to the ground, Ryou, Marik and their yamis' eyes looked about ready to pop out of their skulls, and Tea gave a shocked squawk and promptly fainted. No one bothered to pick her off the floor. In the following silence, Yami Bakura's next statement rang loud and clear, despite his choaked up voice.

 

“Well, the runt sure cleaned up nicely.”

 

It was about an hour later that Atemu saw the last of his friends off. They'd all been as shocked at the revelations as he'd been himself. And was it any wonder? Their long missing little Yugi had been hiding right under their noses and none of them had suspected a thing! They'd seen him on the TV, heard him on the radio,even had his posters for Ra's sake! But they'd all agreed that Kouga Uchiha was in no way their `little Yugi', not anymore. After the initial surprise had worn off, Yami Bakura and Yami Marik had laughed hysterically until they'd toppled gracelessly on the floor by the passed out Tea, holding their hurting sides. Afterwards they'd declared to all that would listen that their respect and admiration for their idol, Kouga Uchiha, had just risen to new heights, as had their anticipation for tonight's concert. The others had still been in too much shock to bother shutting them up (all except Atemu, whose glare, if possible, would have melted their heads clean off their shoulders).

 

Since the tickets were more than enough for them all, they'd decided to meet at the new BAM recording studio, where the concert was scheduled to take place. There they hoped to finally get their answers. With Joey reluctantly dragging Tea's still catatonic body, they'd left to prepare and get dressed for what was bound to be an eventful night even in their lives.

 

Atemu watched them all go with a troubled expression. He hoped his friends could deal with the new Yugi, with Kouga. He hoped he could deal with him. Even though he'd caught a glimpse of the new person his light had become (or had been all along, he wasn't sure himself anymore), he was somehow certain that even that had been just the tip of the proverbial sand dune.

 

 

AN:

I updated as soon as I could. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and, for God's sake people, please review! I was honestly a little disappointed at the number of reviews I received for my last chapter, though I sincerely thank those of you that took the time to share with me their opinions. I'm not asking for much, just tell me what you liked and what I should change, feel free to give suggestions, stuff like that! Anyway, I promise to update whenever I get the chance.

 

Next chapter:

The concert and more meetings! Suggestions on which songs I should use for `Darkness'Light's repertoire are welcome, though I already have some ideas.

 

Disclaimer:

I say, haven't you gotten tired of this already? I officially declare that I do not own Yu Gi Oh!