Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Simple ❯ My Yami ( Chapter 19 )

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Note: Story will be updated every Wednesday
Warning: TONS of cursing throughout story
Chapter Warning: Chapter is rated MA (Mature Adult) for sexual content (lemon), mentions of abuse, mentions of rape attempts and mild homosexual slander
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Lemon Note: This lemon is actually really important to the story as well.
Note: Mentions of abuse pertaining to Yami and his father's argument are shown in the first part of chapter. Mentions of rape attempts are shown in first part of chapter but NONE of them are graphic. A rape attempt is put in a little more detail in the fourth part of chapter. Mild homosexual slander is used in the fourth part of the chapter.
Chapter XIX: My Yami
Three days after the laptop incident, it was broadcasted all over the world, the videos going viral. The titles? "Ambassador's Wife Disowns Son After Finding Out He Is Gay" and the second video? "Ambassador's Son Disowned By Ambassador After Coming Out" and the third video? "Ambassador's Son Gets Down And Dirty With Boy".
Yami had thrown up watching the first one, in which he was speaking to his mom and she was crying and the fight that broke out and his statement–Ra, his statement, his begging her to understand him–was posted everywhere online now. Videos were made of him begging her to understand him on repeat, endless loops of the same clip. Videos were made of her final act of walking out on him.
And all the comments–most people supported Yami, said that it was disgusting what they did, that no one should ever turn their back on their children like they did. Others asked why this was such a big deal in the first place because just because he was the ambassador's son didn't mean that he should be so famous. Others said that they should leave him the fuck alone because it had to be getting on his nerves already and it was none of their business anyways.
His father's video caused so much uproar. They had the video of him beating him. Of how he threw him down the stairs–technically, he punched him and then grabbed him and shoved him and Yami had gone over the stairs like a domino, toppling in a pool of limbs and clothing–of how he was rushed to the hospital by Yugi who was pixilated out of the video.
Obviously they had nothing against him.
And the third video…
He got emails asking people to fuck thembothnow, some claiming that the noises they made were delicious, some claiming that they wanted to see them in action in front of them… He got emails asking iftheycould fuckthemnow. A bunch of openly gay guys at school tried to pin him down and take a turn on him because that video was justthatfucking great.
Apparently when he spoke to Yugi it was dirty talk. And apparently when he pounded him into the mattress, it was so arousing to everyone else that it was purely sickening. And oh, how could he forget the comments about how they would love a run with him, how he should become a porn star, how he should make more of them? Others said it was no wonder he got disowned if he was going tobroadcastit and others asked how the fuck they ended up watching this–all three of them were released two hours apart and all of them self-played on Youtube and Dailymotion and all the other popular video sites–while others said it was sick to put this shit on the internet.
Some of them commented on his "mad skills", how Yugi–dubbed the mosaic kid–seemed to like it rough. They said that Yami probably couldn't sleep in that bed anymore…
And oh yes, they were definitely destroying his father's campaign.
So why he got another email from them hoping that he enjoyed the videos, he didn't know.
"He…he threw you down the stairs," Yugi said softly, trembling as he looked at the video that was still playing in front of them; the entire time that they had been forced to watch with the rest of the world, Yami's computer replayed it the entire two hours before the next video would appear. Yugi had been staring at that screen for an hour now, horrified and looking sick to his stomach.
"My father is a lot worse than just abusive," Yami hissed at him. "He's a fucking monster, that's what he is."
Yugi stared in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"When I was five I had a rabbit. He was white with a small splotch of black on his nose and he was the cutest little thing. He was barely a year old."
Yugi didn't interrupt even when Yami went quiet for a long minute.
"One day my dad came home from work and he made this stew. I remember thinking it was odd because my dad never cooked and it smelled weird and so I didn't touch it." He narrowed his eyes into slits. "My father and mother ate and when he asked me why I wasn't eating I said I wasn't hungry and you know what he said to me?"
Yugi shook his head and his blood froze over with his next statement.
"He said, 'That's your rabbit in your bowl.'"
He nearly threw up.
"And then when I stared at him in shock he told me it was punishment for not getting my work done," he said, laughing bitterly. "Instead of beating me like normally, he tried to feed me my rabbit. Tell me that he isn't a monster and I swear to god, I will break your fucking nose, Yugi."
He felt bile in the back of his throat and had to swallow it back more than once, shaking his head. "Oh my god."

"Well…you let me do it again so I guess I couldn't have been the worst…"
Yugi laughed and then shook his head. "No I'm sure there were worse drunks than you."
"Ugh, I can't really remember everything…what exactly did I do?"
Yugi laughed harder and Yami furrowed his brows before going red and groaning when his tongue stuck out the left corner of his mouth; honestly, neither of them were exactly sure why they were talking about this of all subjects. Yami had come over an hour ago, wanted to talk to him, and this was the result, though it had taken a long time to get to this point in the first place.
"Oh my god!"
"It was the most comical first time ever," Yugi replied, cracking up. "Because then you kept going cross-eyed."
Hands covered his face. "Oh no, no, no…" He let out another groan and then a whimper. "Well…what…what about the kissing?"
Yugi burst out laughing and leaned back into the couch cushions, eyes bright. "Oh my god. Your tongue was like a freaking helicopter. You'd go one way and then the other and then you realized I wasn't doing anything so you kept batting at me and then you got fed up when I didn't do anything so you just went back to being a helicopter."
"Oh no…"
"Oh yes. That was some hilarious shit right there."
"Ugh, why the hell did you even let me have sex with you?"
"Because it…" Yugi thought for a moment and then smiled and shook his head. "It was funny and maybe it wasn't the ideal first time, but it wasn't the worst possible. I mean…geez, you're a little fast when you're piss-faced, but it felt pretty good and besides, I don't know…I just didn't want you to stop."
Yami gave him a weird look. "Why not?"
"I…I think I liked the attention you were giving me," he finally admitted, staring at the TV. "Tea never noticed me unless I was causing trouble so she could reprimand me or I was in trouble so she could stand up for me…And then there was you. You didn't need certain conditions to pay attention to me. You didn't try to be anyone you weren't and you wanted me. I…craved it. And I know how pathetic that is, but…it made sense to me."
Red eyes looked him over for a moment, regarding the smaller teen silently and without judgment which startled the other boy who stared with widened eyes, and then he joked, "Um, no, I think the helicopter kiss is the pathetic thing in this."
"No, that would be the cross-eyed expression you got while we were having sex."
"Oh my god…Why?"
"Hey, it was kind of adorable, so don't feel bad about it. It was hilarious too, so…" He paused and looked at him curiously. "So hey, was that the first time you ever drank?"
"No, not…well, for the purpose of getting hammered? Totally the first time. But it wasn't the first time I ever touched alcohol…although most of those were refined wines that I got from twelve to fourteen because of my parents. The beer you get at clubs is fucking disgusting."
Yugi couldn't help laughing at him. "What? Did you expect us commoners to have refined wine all the time?"
Yami didn't smile at his joke. Instead his jaw clamped and his head turned away, glaring at the coffee table.
"Yami? I was just joking."
He didn't respond for a long minute and when he finally turned back, he muttered, "Do I honestly look or act like someone above everyone else? Because I don't think of myself that way and if I act that way…"
"No," Yugi replied immediately, shaking his head. "In fact no one would have suspected you were even the ambassador's kid if it weren't for the news media recently. Besides, I was just kidding."
"Yeah, well, obviously I did something wrong if they found out about me being here so easily. Because they shouldn't have been looking forYami. Although, in retrospect, my parentsreallyshould have let me go by a different last name…but thisisJapan…"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong. You had a low profile. You acted like everyone else. You even took on the name Yami. You kept your grades at their highest and you did everything you were supposed to." He paused and a small bit of warmth, something like fondness, made his skin tingle for a brief second as he allowed himself to continue. "You weren't your average geek because you liked messing around and you sure as hell weren't intimidated by us, but then you're not the average person anyways. I never know how you'll respond to things and you're a lot braver than most people…and if someone looked at you they would take you for an asshole but you're one of the sweetest people I've ever met."
Yami didn't respond for a long time and then finally looked at him. "An asshole?"
Yugi flushed. "Just because you hold yourself the way you do. It practically oozes self-confidence and most people with that much self-confidence are assholes," he replied, sighing softly. "Not to mention you aren't the most conventional with your teasing."
"I wasn't exactly taught to be around other kids. I was raised to be around political figures and you can't show weakness if you're around them. Although I'm a naturally proud person so I guess that would make me look like an asshole, huh?"
Yugi frowned and then bite his lip. "I used to think that everyone knew of you because of your grades and that was the only reason you had friends," he admitted softly, making Yami narrow his eyes. "Because you could give them answers to tests and homework and stuff…and for a while there I was convinced because our first few conversations turned into dogfights. But then I decided that Tea shouldn't really come between us because if she liked you then she liked you…and then we started getting closer and the entire time we were around one another all I could think about was the fact that Mana and Mahado had the right idea about hanging out with you all the time."
Yami turned away and looked at the TV with a sigh. "I didn't ask for this."
"No one asks for this kind of stuff."
Both of them remained perfectly silent for a long time and then Yami muttered, "Who was your first anyways?"
Yugi swallowed hard and then sighed. "You."
"…What?"
"You. I said you. You were my first."
"But you said–"
"You made me mad. I just threw it out there."
"Oh." He stared at the TV blankly for a moment and then sighed. "Well, I'm sorry your first time wasn't the greatest."
"I'm not."
"No?"
"Definitely not."
"Because first times shouldn't be regretted or–?"
"Because I liked it."
"Because it was funny?"
"Because it was you."
"I don't mean anything to you."
"You do. I just don't know what yet."
Yami didn't answer. Yugi didn't expect him to.

"You know, I could ask how your morning has been, but judging by that peaceful look on your face, I really don't need to, huh?"
Yami turned towards him, startled and wide-eyed, and then smiled a little, tilting his head slightly and giving a lopsided curve of his lips.
"You stayed," he said quietly, honestly awed by the fact.
"I stayed," Yami replied, remaining in his place on the couch and then looking around curiously. "I…would hope that's okay."
Yugi nodded and smiled at him, saying, "It is. I thought maybe you had left when I woke up and you weren't there. It was so quiet out here. But then I smelled coffee…"
Yami turned away and regarded the Styrofoam cup for a moment or two. "I wanted a decaffeinated drink and coffee is really strong. Plus the creamer is always good…" He shrugged. "I actually left for a little while to get it from the café down the street but then I decided to come back."
"I'm glad you did." He went into the living room towards him and then stood at the end of the couch, looking extremely awkward. Yugi had never really expected Yami to stay overnight especially not if he had woken up before Yugi himself did. Yami didn't say anything and Yugi tried to take control of the situation and both had a brief moment of comparing the entire thing to trying to coax a hawk to land in their hand to take a mouse. Both of them were well aware that it was important not to make any sudden movements or make the other feel threatened.
"So…" Yugi fished, testing the water and seeing Yami turn his head, relieved and pacified by the curiosity burning in those red depths. "Are you hungry?"
"Getting there, yes," Yami replied, chewing his cheek as Yugi strolled off into the kitchen and he got up from the couch to follow him.
Yugi stood with the fridge open, leaning against the white door and laying his chin on it, lips pursed. "Um…well, there's not really a lot in the house. I haven't gone shopping and I thought…" He trailed off and both of them knew what he had been about to say; Yami himself had not even expected himself to turn back around but with all the stress that had overcome him, he wanted to be around someone else and Yugi was the one who fit the profile–wouldn't push him like Seto, wouldn't dance around him like Mokuba, wouldn't criticize and make him the butt of jokes like Bakura and Malik…
"Um…maybe we could order a pizza or something like that?" Yami suggested, though he felt strange when he looked over his shoulder at the microwave and found that it said it was only twelve in the afternoon. What was the point of ordering a pizza that early and did they even deliver at twelve? "Or…I don't know. I guess I could go to a restaurant and get something to go…?"
The awkward irony of the situation had definitely not escaped either of them; they had no idea how they were supposed to be around each other. Meaningless sex in the bathroom on the floor had not really constituted Yami coming back if he went out for coffee, but when Yugi looked at him he knew that Yami needed him a lot more than he would admit. He was scared and confused and even if he did not wish to talk about it, he wanted to have someone around him; it was more companionship, justknowingsomeone was there rather than having to talk to them about everything.
"Well, actually, maybe first we should get a shower?" Yugi asked, raising an eyebrow and watching as Yami's eyes flickered from the rather lacking contents of the fridge to his face in confusion. "You know, the shower has some interesting features and I don't think the five-cent tour did them justice."
For a moment Yami didn't respond and then his lips pulled up into a smirk. "Oh?"
Yugi grinned. "The five-cent tour is for sight-seers. For the real behind-the-scenes tour, you have to bribe the doorman."
The red eyes sparkled with amusement and a glint of desire. Yugi was definitely doing as Yami needed and they both knew it; how they fell into the pattern of doing what the other needed without words, neither of them understood, but it was incredibly comforting for both of them.
"Really? Well, I can't say I'm above bribery," Yami said with a wider smirk, leaning towards him. "Now…if only I knew what the doorman might like…maybe this would do it?" Yugi gripped the door harder, his nails trying to gain purchase and unable to, when warm lips pressed against his jaw and trailed to his collarbone, pausing halfway to press his tongue out against his flesh and make him tremble before blowing on the wet skin and then continuing in this same pattern to his ear. Yugi felt his bones turn to liquid with the kisses and the soft attention, sighing out a gentle exhale he hadn't even realized left his lips at first.
"I don't know…" he stated playfully, shaking his head as Yami looked at him curiously, eyes narrowing slightly at the sly gleam that entered his blue-violet gaze. "The doorman is a greedy little bastard."
Yami thanked the years he had spent with his father for the ability to keep from laughing or showing the humor he felt on his face, scowling at him. "Very well, okay, fine, but I hope you know that I do not condone such extortion. You are trying to make me compromise my own principles."
"It's a dirty world, Y–" His voice was cut off when Yami pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of his nipples into his mouth, moaning as the taller teen swirled his tongue around the hardening nub and then gasping in surprise when Yami gently nipped him.
"Okay, you convinced me."
Yami was abruptly pushed away, staggering back slightly with the force of the shove, and then Yugi had his hand and was pulling him along in a mad dash towards his room. The red-eyed teen was not sure how it happened, but somehow their pants and boxers were gone before they even got to the bathroom door and Yugi had pulled him inside, turning the shower on and waiting for it to warm. Yami pulled his jacket and shirt off and put them back on the counter just as Yugi grabbed his hand and pulled him inside with him. The taller of the two was still in a small haze but it was barely noticeable as Yugi turned around to face him with a grin and navigated him slowly backwards, backing him up towards the wall; he took one step back and then another until his back was pressed into the tile. The edge of something like a ledge pressed into the back of his thigh and when he turned back, his eyes widened in surprise; how had he missed that before?
Yugi gently gripped at his hips when he could no longer back up, and then put his mouth to his ear. "See? It's one of the details."
He turned back with a smirk, hopping onto the ledge and opening his legs wide enough so that he could wrap them around Yugi's waist and pull him closer until their pelvises mashed together sharply. The pain of the action had him a second away from throwing his head back with a moan but his jaw clamped instead, his eyes becoming half-lidded with desire, his skin burning with need.
Yugi pressed his mouth into Yami's eagerly, his heart skipping a beat as their lips fought for dominance, tongues battling it out, a small growl coming out of the taller teen that caused him to tremble with delight. The growl grew a little louder and Yugi pushed him back until his head hit the tile with a dull thud that he nearly apologized for before fighting the urge off, knowing that this was what Yami needed–for him to soothe the void inside of the taller teen. He lifted his calves up slightly and pushed into him until he couldn't go any farther, fully sheathed and startled out of his mind when Yami let out a cry at the strange yet enjoyable thrust that battled the sensation of falling off the edge of the ledge.
Yugi froze, staring at him with wide eyes, searching his face frantically for any sign of pain, the noise equally likely to be pain or pleasure, fear making his skin crawl at the aspect of hurting him. Yami ignored his desperately concerned look, instead reaching out to press his hands against the walls surrounding him to push hard against him. The single action was enough to erase all of Yugi's worry, the smaller teen smirking as he plunged himself deep inside the teen, his jaw feeling oddly tight even as he continued his movements, desperate for this to be strength against strength, fire against fire, the need for Yami to fight him with as much power as he showed him. When his eyes opened and narrowed into slits with shadows that danced across his naturally dark red gaze, Yugi smirked wider and Yami bared his teeth before pushing into him harder, matching him as he pressed hard against the taller teen's ass, filling him completely over and over.
It was disturbing that he couldn't shut his brain off even then, instead finding himself solidly taking note of the fact that Yugi fit him completely, his rigid penis caressing his prostate with each thrust.
He only broke eye contact when Yugi swallowed hard, almost nervously, as if he were losing his nerve the longer they stared at each other despite his body almost on autopilot, the taller teen throwing his head back against the wall and his nails clenching desperately for purchase against the smooth wet tile.
He was drowning in the sensation now, his mind shutting itself off without much instruction on his part, startling him momentarily before the pleasure overrode his formerly racing thoughts. Yugi guided his legs to wrap around his waist, gripping his hips with a force that they both realized belatedly would leave bruises, his fingers digging into his flesh desperately, trying to pull him impossibly closer. It took a few minutes but suddenly his body was tighter than a bowstring, grasping at everything and yet nothing all at once, breathing coming out strained as his release tried to bulldoze through him.
Yugi was not entirely sure what made him do it, but suddenly he found himself with Yami's neck in his mouth, the soft flesh clenched beneath his teeth, causing him to let out a cry of shock and pure pleasure; thick ropes of his orgasm erupted over both of their chests even as Yugi struggled to breathe through his nose as the intensity of it brought him to his own, surprised when he found that he was not the only one who was still thrusting desperately in order to sustain his pleasure a little longer.
It was only a few thrusts in before Yugi couldn't go anymore and Yami stilled, both of them breathing hard and trembling, Yugi's fingers seeking purchase in Yami's skin around his neck while the other teen merely laid his chin on his head and let his hands settle at his sides, gripping the ledge loosely, the physical and emotional connection Yugi was seeking already frayed on his half. He only moved when he felt the desperation Yugi was experiencing in the bite of his nails in his skin, eyes widening when the smaller teen leaned forward and pressed his cheek against his chest above his heart, as if listening for his name amongst its steadying beats.
For a long five minutes Yugi didn't move but when he did Yami found himself aching at the fact that he couldn't give him more as he pulled away and helped him off the ledge, busying himself quickly with the task of reaching up to one of the showerheads, turning the dial on the side to make the spray more concentrated, the torrent massaging. Yami hated the silence but at the same he craved it, wished it would drown him amongst the steam, closing his eyes to keep himself from trying to see what exactly had hurt the smaller teen; instead he focused on the sensation of the water directed to his lower back, gently massaging away the tension that had settled in his muscles as a result of the seating arrangement on the ledge.
Yami only opened his eyes when the water was taken away, and mostly it was because he wanted to object to the sudden withdrawal of the soothing touch, but found himself completely frozen and staring straight into a pair of wide blue-violet eyes as Yugi said, "Thank you" in an extremely soft voice that barely raised his words to hearing range.
Awkwardly Yami sought something out to gain purchase, to make a statement, to push away some of the oddly disconnected feeling that had settled beneath his skin. "Shouldn't I be the one giving thanks? I mean…" Trailing off was a stupid idea but it was the only one that made sense; defeated and floundering mentally, the taller teen turned away to stare at the drain for a moment. "The massage felt nice."
He wished Yugi wouldn't say anything, but the smaller one knew that if he didn't say it now he never would. "I need to thank you. I need to thank you for…giving me control."
Yami merely shook his head, at a loss.
"I want…I want to tell you…" Yugi spent a few minutes just searching for the right words and Yami waited patiently, eyes still downcast but his head tilted slightly towards him in acknowledgment. "I need to tell you thank you for trusting me that much. To top, I mean."
"You let me do it and you aren't ashamed of it so I figured I should return the favor at some point," Yami said with a frown, not at all happy with the spotlight that was on him and really wishing that Yugi would stop; it hurt too much to think about.Please, if you feelanysemblance of friendship towards me, Yugi… "It's…freeing to relinquish control."
"I know, but I also think…" He paused again and finally Yami's head turned towards him, but his eyes were guarded and his stomach twisted as it hit him at full force all over again. "It's…Yami, letting me be in control of you–yes, it's freeing for you, but it's also a gift you're giving to me and me alone. And…I'm very grateful, Yami."
Yami didn't understand what Yugi was talking about, in all honesty. He understood bits and pieces and he acknowledged them, but parts of what Yugi had just said confused him. Yugi understood the sacrifice he made when he sat on the ledge and Yami had to wonder just how horribly obvious it was that this entire thing was so difficult for him. Yugi could see it–the fact that Yami was uncomfortable with this conversation, that while he didn't completely understand, he wasn't going to argue because his words made sense. Yugi silently promised himself that he would do everything he could to make sure Yami never regretted it–never regretted placing his body in his care and his emotions in his trust.
Although, maybe it was a little too late to be making that promise considering.
"You're welcome," Yami finally replied, voice coming out a little thicker than normal, slightly strained beneath its usual baritone pitch. "And you should know that I am grateful as well…for the gift you gave me every time I topped."
"I know," Yugi said with a small smile, nodding at him gently. "I knew all those times too. Even when you were pretty much plastered"–Yami groaned in response and put his face in his palm, shaking his head while Yugi snickered at him–"you still respected me, even when you were about to…"
"Violate you?" Yami supplied innocently, making Yugi crack up.
"Yes, exactly!" He grinned at him and searched his face for a moment, knowing that he wasn't going to get that connection he wanted back any time soon. "Okay, but now I'm absolutely famished so let's wash up and order a pizza."
They made quick work of cleaning up, drying off and dressing quickly. Yami wore only his own jeans, Yugi supplying him with clean underwear, socks and a black button-down shirt that he occasionally would pick at the buttons with his nails, not out of nervousness or anything of the sort but rather just because he just liked the feel of the round edges and smooth design beneath his fingertips.
"So, um…how are you feeling?"
Yami turned his head and stared at him in confusion. "How am I feeling?" he managed, even more puzzled as the seconds passed, obviously not entirely sure exactly what Yugi was asking of him.
"Last night…yesterday," Yugi clarified, taking a seat next to him on the couch and crossing his legs, looking him over. "It was kind of intense, right? I know we talked a bit about it in the shower, but I guess…I want to check in to see how you're feeling about everything that we've spoken about."
Yami turned away immediately. "For instance?"
"For instance…" He hesitated and then watched Yami closely. "What you said…"
"It doesn't matter. Honestly, it doesn't. It's fine. I think you were right. I was just drunk," he answered, shaking his head and feeling his heart crack into a million pieces with the statement. "I was just drunk and I couldn't control my mouth, that's all, Yugi. I don't…I don't love you, Yugi."
Yugi dug his teeth into his cheek. If Yami didn't love him then why did his voice crack at the statement and why would he not look at him?
"You're not on your way to the guillotine, Yami. You don't need to look so grim."
Yami couldn't help it. His lips twitched up slightly and his head shook as he stared at the coffee table as if transfixed. He didn't say it out loud but he felt like he might as well have been being scrutinized while his head was cut off in front of a crowd of angry people. It hurt enough just to say those words.
He hadn't meant to let them slip last night either.

The first thing Yugi really noted when he was at the red-eyed teen's house that day, was how completely empty-feeling it was. It grated at his subconscious as he followed him inside and up the stairs. Two of the three rooms were void of beds altogether but Yami's had one and despite himself the smaller teen found himself really wishing that they were going in there instead of the other room; he led him across the hall, a few feet away from his room, past the bathroom that almost begged him to flee into, and paused momentarily in the doorway as if he expected something to jump out at him.
Yugi stopped a couple of steps behind him, chewing his cheek as the taller boy finally walked inside, glancing every which way for a few seconds before heading off into the closet. The small teen stood back awkwardly, swallowing hard for a moment before going wide-eyed as the other returned holding a box of what looked like darts.
The two of them were only together at the time because Yugi was disgustingly lonely at his own home and was desperate for some kind of outside influence, someone else to keep him company, and Yami had been his one and only choice.
Yami didn't even glance at him when he drew one of them out and tossed it straight into the center of the little board on the wall; Yugi's mouth fell open, blinking before hurrying over and staring. Dead center…
"How the hell did you do that?"
Yami didn't answer immediately and when Yugi turned back the Puzzle glistened for a split second before settling into a rather eerie half-glow kind of gleam of gold. "I learned it at camp."
"Camp? Like Boy Scouts?" he murmured, confused by the statement.
He laughed dryly and Yugi wished there was some way for him to draw him out of his bitter mood but after everything that had happened at school, it was no surprise he was not at all friendly; Ushio had apparently lost what little brain cells he had and had attempted to rape him on the cafeteria floor after he set off a cherry bomb in the boys' bathroom nearby to get the staff out of the room. He'd gotten Yami on his back but hadn't anticipated the wilder side that rested inside of the smaller teen and had no way of defending himself when Yami tore the skin on his neck open with his nails and kicked him repeatedly in the groin in order to throw him off; several people had tried to jump into the mix–among them Yusei, Jaden, Yugi himself, Tristan, Mai, Vivian, and two new exchange students who Yugi thought oddly looked like Yami's cousins–in order to help out but Yami had ended up throwing a chair at them in his rage before seeming to realize what he was doing and then had turned and walked off, kicking Ushio one more time in the face on his way out.
That hadn't been the end of it, however, as he had gotten out of his last period to find that Yami was leaving gym class with some blood on his shirt along the sleeves which meant that it obviously hadn't been him who was hurt. When he had asked, Yami had blown him off but the Malik-look-alike who came out after the red-eyed teen muttered that Yami had kicked Ushio's ass in the locker room to the Bakura-look-alike; Yugi had just barely managed to get Yami to listen to him long enough to ask if they could walk home together–Yami had been rightfully surprised, questioning this, but had mellowed when Yugi said he was getting a little tired of being home alone all of the time–and now they were here.
"I didsurvival camp,Yugi. Boy Scouts is for wimps."
Yugi smiled slightly in amusement and Yami smirked in response before his lips curved into a small, genuine smile that made his guarded eyes appear slightly brighter behind the layer of red ice. "Yeah? Well, how did that go?"
"Very well, actually."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm. I know how to untie myself from any kind of knot using only my thumbs or rotation of my wrists. I can get out of handcuffs in two point three nanoseconds and I know how to break someone's bones."
Yami didn't mention that by technicality, he knew every single pressure point on the body and with that knowledge, he also knew how to kill someone with a blow.
"That's pretty cool."
"Yeah…"
Yugi took in how his eyes darkened a shade and instead focused on the dart that Yami was fondling in his fingers which had turned white with the force he was using to keep it in his grip, his knuckles looking washed out; when he backed up several steps the dart shot out to claim place next to its predecessor.
"What's wrong?"
For a moment Yami didn't respond and then he tossed another, his fingers sharp in their design as his wrist snapped with the movement. "Father was 'deeply shamed' by my inabilities," he growled softly, reaching for another and gripping it tightly for a second before it too found place in the dart board. "He shouldn't fucking have the right to say such shit when he cannot even dohalfof the things that I can."
Yugi grimaced, remembered the way that Yami always seemed to curl in on himself whenever he said something evenremotelysharp towards the taller teen. His stomach twisted as he remembered the way that Yami always bowed his head and turned it away slightly so that he could no longer see his eyes or the way that he always lowered his gaze when he was reprimanded, no matter how teasing or playful Yugi's tone was. "Is that why you judge yourself so harshly? Because he does that to you?"
The taller teen shrugged and tossed another. "Probably."
"Well, fuck him," Yugi snarled, angry as he saw the way that despite the darts being slung like knives, Yami's eyes had turned glazed as if he was drawing into himself but trying not to make it too obvious. "He has no fucking right to do that!"
Yami didn't respond for a moment and then looked at him for a long time, his expression thoughtful before his attention turned back to the board. Yugi thought maybe he had overstepped but then he caught the smallest breath of a chuckle, followed by another and soon growing into full blown laughter, the red eyes sparking with amusement and his mouth drawn into a wide grin.
Yugi smiled with relief that he had not offended him in any way while Yami simply shook his head and tossed another dart, murmuring, "Fuck him."
He took in the path of another dart, followed by Yami going over to collect them, his eyes taking in the movements that seemed fluid but forced all at once; he was unprepared–drasticallyunprepared–when Yami looked over at him, murmuring, "I wonder if it kills him that he has no other children and my mother cannot have another. And to have his only child, his only son, be a faggot…"
But though his tone was thoughtful, there was an underlying current of pure sadistic amusement that made Yugi's spine go rigid in alarm; was this the same half of Yami that had waved the knife at his father, pointing out his organs and threatening to carve them out while he was still alive?
"I think it does," he stated softly, because he didn't know what else to do, surprised when Yami's eyes narrowed slightly in distaste after having momentarily widened at his words, tuning away and tossing another dart into the board.
He didn't speak further, however, because he knew that if he did, Yami would withdraw and push him away and he didn't want that. Not more than he already had. Yes, they had sex often, but like Yami had said, it was meaningless, it did nothing but get them off, and it took their minds away from the crap that was going on. The emotional connection was severed completely on Yami's half; even when they were in bed rolling around under the sheets those times that Yugi woke up desperate to feelYamionly to be denied by the other teen, the red eyes were expressionless unless darkened and bathed with lust. Those flashes of emotion, the one that he had slowly begun to realize was flickers of Yami's deep-rooted affections towards him, were completely gone.
And when they started to fall asleep, Yami would cuddle with him, yes, but instead of trying to place his head on his chest to listen to his heart or even tangle their legs together under the covers, he would simply grab him so that they were facing each other and snuggle into the pillow before falling asleep.
He wanted it back. He wanted the emotional connection, the deeply flawed one that burned him with a million flames but left him blistered with happiness, and he wanted the physical link between them that he always wished he could dig into Yami to the point that the taller teen was buried beneath it.
So, no, Yugi didn't speak and risk fraying them further. Instead he remained silent and watched as another dart sank into its destination, watched as Yami drew another and threw it effortlessly. But, without even really looking at the taller teen, he knew, without a doubt, that the taller teen had just aged significantly in that moment and it saddened him to see, but there was no comfort he could offer.
"Thank you."
Yugi's head snapped towards him, startled by the sound of his voice and horribly confused by the words he had spoken. "For what?"
"Listening, I suppose," Yami stated without looking away from the board, drawing his next dart. "Believe it or not, this is really the first time I have ever talked to anyone about it."
"You mean…being gay or your father?"
"Both. Even though, obviously, the rest of my family knows about my predicament, you're literally the first person I could talk to without being judged. Despite the circumstances involving us. So…thank you."
Yugi felt his stomach twist when Yami refused to look at him, his brain trying to find some way to make him do so but floundering with the alarms that went off in his head. "It's the least I can do for you."
His eyes flickered over, confused even as the dart shot across the room and reached its destination without a single hesitation. "Why do you say that?"
His chest hurt even as the words passed his lips and the taller teen studied him with impassive eyes. "For obvious reasons."
"Oh…you mean the whole me loving you thing?"
"Yes," Yugi snorted a little sharply, mimicking his flippant tone, irritated that he no longer seemed to care about this. "The not loving you back thing. I don't know if I can…make amends for that."I don't know if I can allow myself to…
Yami simply shrugged it waved it off dismissively, tossing his next dart. "All is forgiven."
He blinked when he went to tease him, realizing with a startled sensation that Yami was actually telling the truth. He had forgiven him. Yami had literally forgiven him for all the crap he'd put him through for two months now–the on-off, the fucking him for no reason, getting drunk and showing up unannounced and yelling at him… Maybe he had formed a sort of bond with Yami in the short months they'd known each other. Then again, there was always that saying that in times of struggle people of different backgrounds who would essentially never have anything to do with each other would form unbreakable bonds. He didn't know if he could honestly call it unbreakable, but it sure as hell was not weak either.
And, frayed as it was, it also seemed to be thriving beneath the surface. But a treacherous part of him whispered,Do you think we could ever last? and refused to back away even as he stared at the darts until the stripes all seemed to bleed into a color wheel that was spinning far too fast for him to keep track of their ascent through the air. No matter how annoying the unbidden thought, he refused to voice it.

There was fire beneath his skin. But it wasn't the one that he loved. It didn't blister. Instead it corroded his skin, turned it black and made it peel away from his body, made it fall in flakes of ash-like flesh.
Yami merely stared back at him even as he snapped his hips and Yugi felt his mouth open for a mewl that brought no enjoyment to either of them, the noise unnecessary and too loud for them both.
Red glass. Reflecting but not projecting. Like a mirror. Yugi could practically see himself in those dark eyes, in his dilated pupils, in the darkness of the blood around seeping onyx, the two pools of color tearing at his insides and reflecting them back at him.
He wantedYami, not this emotionless creature that was currently pounding him into the mattress like a dog in heat. But this was his fault…

"If they were really fighting, that idiot would have been dead before he hit the ground," Yami commented as they watched the movie; he froze with the words leaving his mouth, startled by the fact that he had not grasped them before they hit the air, but it was too late for him to draw them back and denying them would be stupid. Sowhatif Yugi knew that he had the potential to kill him?
If he shied away now, that just gave him evenmorereason to keep his emotions under check and their bond solidified only in the physical sense.
Yugi caught his words, held them in his mind for a long minute, and then very slowly tipped his head to the side; he supposed that made sense. It was a survival camp, after all, and if they dealt with handcuffs and being tied up and even taught them the basics of fighting, who was to say that they did not teach them the pressure points of the body, where one could kill another in self-defense should the situation call for it?
He could see that Yami was studying him now, awaiting his response, his eyes narrowed the slightest bit, obviously expecting him to walk away.
"If he died, the movie wouldn't be as good," Yugi teased, smirking widely.
Yami blinked a few times, knowing that Yugi had caught on and truly stunned that he was not trying to turn away from him with the knowledge and instead opting for joking with him. "That's true. What would the movie be without Jackie in it?" he muttered, letting his eyes flicker back to the screen.
Yugi floundered some more but there was no way back to the surface.

The incessant ringtone had his ears protesting as his dream bled from Yugi mewling beneath him to the sickeningly shrill chirp of the little white device, his lip curling back as he struggled to dwell back into unconsciousness only to be drawn further into awareness. Dear Ra, he needed to change that stupid fucking thing.
"Hello?" he yawned, burrowing his face into the side of his pillow and struggling to keep from hanging up on the other person immediately in hopes that they would not call back again and he might be able to chase his fuzzy desires back to his dream again..
"Yami? Where the fuck are you? You sound like shit."
Yami rolled his eyes behind his lids and yawned again, hissing out, "Why, thank you for your assessment, Yugi. I was sleeping and now I'm awake." He snorted at his own statement, amending it with, "Half–half-awake."
"Oh…well, are you at least okay?"
"What? Yes, why?" he demanded, sitting up a little.
"Because you just slept through the entire school day."
"What?" Yami screeched, startled out of his mind as his head snapped towards the clock, eyes nearly bugging out of his skull when he saw that it was 4 p.m. on the dot, his fingers clenching against his phone and his sheets. How was it possible that he had even slept this long? His internal alarm clock must have fucked up. "What the hell? What day is it?"
Yugi started laughing. "Did you hit your head or something? It's Thursday."
"Fuck."
"Okay, okay, calm down, Yami, it'shardlythe end of the world. I mean, so fucking what? It was just a day of school. Shit, I think you could probably pass even without coming every day. I just wanted to make sure your dad hadn't shown up again or something."
Yami flopped back onto his stomach and snuggled into the pillow again. "Thank you for checking up on me but I'm okay and I'm going back to sleep. Goodbye, little one."
"Little one?"
Yami froze with his finger hovering over the End button, eyes wide and body stiff with realization; had he really just called Yugi "little one"? That was the last time he answered the phone when having a sex dream. He commonly called him little one in his sleep and this was definitely not good.
He couldn't take it back however, and trying to deny it would be pathetic and stupid and hanging up would be a low blow considering Yugi had called to check up on him.
"Sorry."
It was all he could come up with and his stomach twisted with worry that Yugi would hang up and just stop talking him whatsoever and their little bond would break completely, but then finally, the smaller teen murmured, "Yeah, you really have to be asleep to call me that. Go back to sleep."
"Okay."
Yugi hung up and Yami stared at the phone for another hour before settling back to sleep.

"I'm so going to kick your ass," Yugi announced.
"Fuck off, you can't beat me," Yami snorted.
"We'll see about that, won't we?" he asked with a wide smirk, eyes baiting him, begging him to let loose some, to lose that shield that lingered in his gaze even as they awaited the game's opening scene.
Yami narrowed his eyes slightly but eventually his mask slipped just enough for Yugi to find a small,minisculeflash of pure amusement before it was gone again–but Yugi was grateful for eventhisand nearly fell into his arms with tears in his eyes at the sensation of being let in even for that split second–and growled out, "Ha, you can't beat me, Yugi. There's no way."
"No one has ever beaten me in a game–not once, Yami. Don't think that you're going to win."
"Hmm, well isn't that different?" he murmured with a smirk. "Looks like you've got the same reputation with games as I do."
Yugi snorted. "No way."
"I don't lie when it comes to games."
"You don't even lie," the smaller teen scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but he froze slightly when red eyes flashed momentarily before settling again, narrowing.
"You just haven't caught up to them yet," Yami stated simply, turning away again.
Ten minutes later of them both mercilessly smashing their buttons, their characters both shooting off to opposite sides of the screen only to be pronounced knocked out and their game drawn at a tie, had them on their feet and arguing.
"No fucking way. Did you rig it?" Yami snapped.
"Are you kidding me?" Yugi exclaimed. "How do yourigSuper Smash Bros?"
"I don't know, that's why I'masking! Because obviously you managed to do it!"
"I didn't do anything but kickyourass!"
"You didn't kick my ass–I kickedyours!"
"Bullshit! I left you in the dust!"
"I got you to over three thousand damage!"
"I got you over four!"
"No you fucking didn't!"
"I so did!"
"Fuck off, bitch, there's no way!"
"I won! Face it, you suck!"
"Whoa,what? Oh,fuckno, you didn't! You little fuckingcheat!"
"How thefuckwould you cheat atSuper Smash Bros?"
"I don't know! But you obviously did!"
"Fuck you, Yami, I won! Don't be a sore loser."
"Sore lose–? Oh please, I havefarmore sportsmanship than you!"
"Don't even!"
Yami opened his mouth to bark out a rebuttal but ended up going wide-eyed as his phone rang with a loud play of theSpongebob Squarepantstheme song. His head snapped around towards Yugi who bit his lip, struggling not to laugh; so hehadn'tbeen wrong when he assumed that Yugi had touched his phone earlier when he went pee.
"You fucking asshole! I hate that show!" he spat, tackling him against the couch, throwing them both over the armrest. Yugi was howling with laughter, batting off his blows and somehow managing to wrap himself around him in a tight hug after Yami landed a few good hits, even weaseling his legs around the taller teen's waist and pulling him down onto the cushions.
"Hey, you're the one who decided to get your kissing techniques from an animated sponge!" he cackled, laughing harder as Yami's face burned bright red, putting every known shade to shame as the flames danced across his cheeks. Ra, was that where his drunken mind had come up with what Yugi dubbed the "helicopter kiss"?
"Shut up! I hate that show!"
Yugi was laughing even as he pressed his mouth into the side of Yami's neck, licking from between his lips and then nipping at the soft skin; Yami's eyelids fluttered and a low purr escaped him, the taller teen momentarily having an extremely hard time remembering what it was they had been arguing about.
"You shouldn't have made our first kiss so memorable, Yami."
Yami found his teeth digging into his cheek and Yugi momentarily felt his body stiffen for a split second before he resumed his task of licking and biting. Both of them understood the statement at its fullest, neither missing the compliment but opting for ignoring it steadily.
"So full of shit," Yami ground out, shuddering when the small teen blew on the already wet skin and then nipped lightly again before sucking softly for a moment, pulling away before he could make a mark. "You are so not going to talk yourself out of this."
"That's what trying is for."
"Not succeeding."
"Talking is vastly overrated anyways," Yugi replied, repeating his assault on his neck for a moment before nipping his jaw and pulling gently at the skin there, making the taller teen's spine seize up, arching like a cat as his eyes widened in surprise; he pulled away after a moment and nuzzled his cheek before indulging himself in a brief lick to the shell of his ear. "How about I show youwhyit's overrated, Yami? We can have ahellof a time…"
Yami bit back a moan. "You are fucking impossible," he bit out.
"You hate me now, right?"
"Fuck yes," he snorted spitefully, his voice coming out even despite his obvious lie.
"Perfect," Yugi purred.
Yami couldn't help it when his pants tightened due to the wicked look Yugi shot him, doubled with a wide grin that made him wary. His mouth suddenly felt a little dry, desperate for Yugi's against his. "Why?"
"Because now I'll be forced to persuade you to like me again," he announced, grabbing him into another vice grip, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer with his legs still wrapped securely around his waist. Yami narrowed his eyes.
"That's going to take alotof persuasion. You sure you're up for that?" he replied with a straight face, raising an eyebrow and staring down at him with a completely serious expression.
Yugi grinned like the Cheshire cat and pulled him into a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth, his mind singing the lyrics toSpongebob Squarepantsmuch to his chagrin and nearly pulling away to curse out loud because of this. Damn that stupid fucking sponge for having been on TV when he went to sleep last night.

Yugi lost sight of him. Somewhere between the bell ringing and the sprinklers going off as the fire alarm began screaming its high pitch in warning. The small teen was pushed along with the other wave of students, herded like sheep to the doors and outside into the parking lot.
But Yugi wasn't stupid so he wasn't looking for smoke like the rest of them and he wasn't the only one who seemed to realize that Yami was missing; Bakura and Malik were talking casually a few feet away but it was obvious by the way both pairs of eyes were shooting back and forth and scanning that they were looking for their cousin. Both brown and lavender caught his, holding it for a second before suddenly they both turned on their heels and took off back inside while their teacher called for them to come back.
The smallest teen in school shifted his weight from one foot to the other, eyes widening slightly before he found himself taking off after them. His teacher called for him, of course, but he ignored her in favor of chasing the two psychos who only seemed to speed up before they got to the cafeteria, slowed some before Bakura would have slammed into the door, Malik grabbing it and throwing it open.
Yugi was panting when he finally caught up enough to see why they were going inside, his skin crawling when he spotted two of Ushio's friends holding Yami's arms and legs while Ushio took shots. Yami didn't look so great but he was still conscious and when Ushio swung there was a loud grunt and cursing while Ushio's two lackies burst out laughing; Yugi was a little surprised to see that Jaden and Yusei were both lying a few feet away, Jaden on his stomach and Yusei slumped against the wall. Bakura's whitish-silver-haired look-alike was slumped against the wall as well, all three of them rather roughed up.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bakura hissed out before stopping short and glancing inside as Yami snarled and chomped his teeth at Ushio, earning him a hit to the side of the head that had his eyes practically vibrating in their sockets.
"Doesn't matter. Just fucking get in there," Malik spat, gesturing them both inside quickly. "Seriously, before someone catches us and makes us go back outside again."
Yugi offered a small nod, catching his breath in large inhales before passing through the door and staring as Yami struggled and got his left foot free to ram it into Ushio's chest, pushing him back; it was only then that someone else came up behind him to grab him more securely, Yami's eyes nearly popping out of his head as they laced their arms under his and forced his chin to his chest, restraining his legs by curling theirs around him.
"Fuck," Bakura growled. "There are eight of them."
"So? You've taken on twenty before," Yugi snapped at him, fed up with the lack of movement on their end.
"So, do you see that?" the silver-haired teen spat, gesturing. "Approach them the wrong way and Yami could get seriously hurt in the meantime."
Yugi opened his mouth for a retort but then looked back and found that Bakura was completely right; if they hit from the back, there was always a chance that they could snap Yami's neck with the force of their arms jerking from the impact. If they went from the front, there was the chance that they would use Yami as a shield. If they went from the sides, they could be seen and Yami could be used as a shield…
"So what do wedo?" he snapped.
"This is pathetic, Ushio," Yami leered, glaring at him through his lashes and baring his teeth into a snarl despite the pain in his neck from the position. "Couldn't fight me on my own so you had to fucking get them to hold me like this? You should only be so lucky to restrain me for so long."
"You know, you're just the right size to suck my dick."
"Fuck you. I'll tear you to pieces!" Yami spat, his mind racing in overtime, a million different thoughts flashing though his head in a single second; instinct gave way to strategy, strategy to momentary panic, momentary panic to…a strange and eerie calm that made his stomach twist with familiarity. He knew this calm.
He was so caught up in the sensation of it settling his stomach and making his muscles relax that he didn't even notice Yugi was there until the smaller teen spat, "Hey, Ushio!" and the giant student turned his head only to have his face meet the metal legs of a cafeteria chair. He staggered and Yugi followed it up with another, jumping off the table he was standing on and hitting him repeatedly despite the fact that Ushio's lackies were coming at him.
"R! R! R! R!" Bakura suddenly shouted.
Yami's head snapped up despite the grip on him, eyes wide as they darted over, staring at him in shock before he twisted wildly, bucking and bending over, throwing him off and following up with a roundhouse kick that sent him flying facedown.
"EKG!"
Yami blinked once, his mind sorting the initials out, and then spun with his elbow out, hitting the guy behind him and following up with a knee to his side to wind him before kicking him hard in the groin so that he fell back. A single glance at his cousins had them winking at him before they got caught up in the fray as well; he turned away to find Yugi clawing Ushio's face open like a rabid dog, eyes narrowed into slits as he tore skin that bled or turned bright red in long slashes of raw stripes.
Ushio managed to throw him off and straight into his taller counterpart, the two of them sliding across the tile with the impact, Yami pushing Yugi off in a hurry in order to spring to his feet. The massive student bulldozed him, his back making a loud and sick cracking noise that left his ears ringing even as a fist hit his face. His hands shot out to grasp, to tear, to push, to pull, but he couldn't find purchase and the pain was making his ears ring.
Yugi sat up and stared for a second, finding that Yami was completely pinned and his hands were blindly reaching out but Ushio was too tall, straddling him and punching repeatedly; there was blood now, like a faucet, and Yugi knew it wasn't just from the broken nose he had given the massive hall monitor. He had to end this. Before Yami got hurt worse…
"Son of a bitch," Bakura breathed out as soon as his own opponent fell to the ground after a nice punch to the gut, brown eyes focused on his cousin who had too much blood on his eyes to even really open them; even if he had, the red from Ushio's torn up face would have leaked straight into his pupils and left his vision obscured.
"So, what should we–?"
Malik's question was never finished as suddenly Yugi sprang like a cat and landed straight on Ushio's back, fingers prodding into his temples and nails digging into his skin with enough force to cut it open. The massive teen tried to throw him off but he was only relieved of the pain in his head when Yugi jumped off willingly, backing up a couple of steps and grabbing a new chair. When he spun around, the plastic was whipped through the air hard enough to make Ushio's head snap back and his body turn limp, unconscious.
Yugi threw the chair aside, breathing hard, and hurried over to Yami who was sitting up now, rubbing at his eyes and blinking, squinting and rubbing harder.
"Shit, are you okay?"
"It's in my eyes," Yami hissed out angrily, rubbing harder.
"What is?"
"His blood. It's in my eyes."
"Fuck, okay, come on, let's get you to the bathroom."
Bakura and Malik swapped looks, appearing to question whether or not they should allow Yugi to do this, but then watched them as they walked off, eventually turning their attention towards the other three knocked out students.
"Got a marker?" the silver-haired teen murmured.
Malik snickered and dug through his pockets, handing him a black sharpie.

Yugi turned on the faucet and Yami rubbed frantically at his eyes; he didn't even care about the pain that exploded in his back every time he moved, just that his eyes weren't working.
"Trust me?"
Yami didn't hesitate though his voice was strained. "Yes."
"Then relax and do as I say, okay?"
"…Okay."
Yugi let out a small breath, closing his eyes for a split second before reaching out and gently stroking at his jaw to make sure he knew it was him before pulling him closer and lowering his head to the water, the faucet rinsing his closed eyelids. "Open your eyes."
Yami wasn't so sure he wanted to do that. He didn't need the feeling of water on top of being blind so naturally he didn't just do as he said.
"Yami,please. I need to see how bad it is."
He hesitated for a long moment but finally opened his eyes into slits; initially he started to panic because he couldn't swim and if water was in his eyes, that meant he wasunderit, so naturally he tried to pull away but Yugi reached over and held his head there, his fingers soothing as they massaged at his scalp.
"It's okay, Yami. Just calm down."
He wasn't sure why Yami was freaking out but the fact was that he was so he settled for trying to soothe him instead. Because, why not? First of all he needed his eyes cleaned, second he had to see how badly he was hurt.
"Yugi…"
Was it just him or was his voice really strained and weak?
"Okay, okay, hold on," he murmured, reaching out to turn the faucet off, grabbing a wad of the paper towels from the dispenser next to him and hesitantly touching at his eyes with them; Yami's hands shot out and nails dug into his wrists, making him flinch harshly at the bite to his nerves, freezing in place.
Yami blinked his eyes open after a few moments, his vision fuzzy around the edges but rapidly growing clearer the more they were open, blinking several times before focusing entirely on Yugi. He was about to ask if he was okay because his mouth was turned in a grimace, but instead settled for releasing his wrists, letting out a shaky breath. "Sorry."
"It's okay," he assured him with a small smile.
He was quiet for a long moment. "You…you came in after me…"
Yugi nodded, slightly uncomfortable as he swallowed hard. "Yeah, I came in after you," he murmured, wiping some of the excess water off his skin before turning on the faucet and wetting some of his bundle before going about wiping at the dried blood.
"Thank you," he muttered, wincing.
He shook his head once in response, closing his eyes for a moment to steady his shaky mind, and very slowly went back to his task of wiping away blood.

"What time is it?"
"Ten-thirty."
"At night?"
"Yeah. Don't worry. We've still got a few hours."
"Good." Yugi didn't think he could deal with school again so soon; it felt like he had just woken up and it was far too soon for him. He reached out and bunched Yami's shirt up in his fist for a moment, holding it there tightly to reassure himself that the other teen was okay. "Hey, um…a-about earlier…"
He hated that he was stuttering but he couldn't help it, feeling sick to his stomach with the thought of it all, swallowing hard even as the red-eyed teen turned his head to look at him, blinking in the silver light of the moon that was shed through the glass of his skylight.
"Thanks…for…Thank you for trusting me…"
Yami was silent for a long moment and turned his body towards him to lay on his side, watching him curiously and tilting his head. "And you trust me?"
Yugi didn't even hesitate. "Yes."
"Do you really?" Yami wondered, making Yugi freeze as tension seeped through his body. Was Yami trying to hint at somethingotherthan justtrust? Was he hinting at…his attachment to him as well?
"Yes?"
"Yes or no, Yugi. You either trust me or you don't…"
"I trust you."
Yami purred in response; he didn't believe him all the way. Just enough to relax again because it was obvious that Yugi at least trusted him a little, maybe not enough to love him back–and he hadn't really expected him to–but enough to acknowledge the attachment even if he couldn't put words to it. "Good."
"Hey, um…give me a second. I'll be right back."
Yami nodded and closed his eyes, breathing in a deep sigh; Ra, Yugi's pillow was starting to smell like him. Was he really there that often? He hadn't thought so. But then again, most of their little escapades happened at Yugi's and not his. Vaguely his mind bit at the tail end of a thought about having messed up. Yugi was a runner, after all.
He startled violently when fingers touched his side, his own hands shooting out to grasp at him in the darkness as clouds covered the moon and his heart jumped into his throat momentarily.
"Hey, hey, relax," Yugi soothed softly, drawing Yami's hands from his sides, starting to bunch up his shirt at the bottom; the taller teen complied wordlessly, sitting up and allowing him to pull the stained white cotton over his head. He kissed his nipples so that he shuddered; it was amazing but terrifying when he realized that he hadn't even really had to think about Yami's body in order to do so, his mind making up an image to map out mentally without any fumbling on his behalf. Did he really know Yami that well?
"What are we doing?"
"I want you to prove it."
"Prove what?"
"That you trust me."
"Yugi, if I didn't, I would have peeled your skin off at school in the bathroom."
And why washethe one being tested? Was Yugi that insecure about it all? About his unrequited feelings? Or perhaps it was the fact that he was cutting him off that made him so desperate…
A cool wisp of breath traveled over his skin as Yugi hushed him against his right nipple. "Relax and trust me for a moment, will you?"
Yami could make out nothing due to the lack of lighting in the room so he was already blind when Yugi started moving around; the smaller teen seemed to know that Yami was uncomfortable with this sensation of not being able to see him because he kept all of his body weight near him, kept close enough that they could have touched if one of them just moved the slightest bit. The dip in the mattress would grow more pronounced when Yugi would lean forward and Yami could practically feel him breathing against him with each of these movements.
"Yugi?"
"Yes?"
"It's not working. I'm going to lay back down now."
"Just stay for a minute. Now where did I put it? I just had it…"
"Put what?" Yami asked, starting to reach around him; Yugi caught his right arm with his left despite being just as blind as he was, and then leaned forward to nuzzle his neck with a grin that Yami could feel.
"No peeking–or…uh…feeling, I guess? Anyways, no moving around."
"Really, Yugi, this is stupid–"
"Hush–and stop moving."
Yami snorted at him in response, Yugi snickering as the taller teen pulled his hands to his lap. "Okay, so I stay still…and you get to grope me blindly?" he huffed when Yugi pinched his side by accident.
The smaller teen snickered louder and a hand touched his knee, fingers stroking for a split second before he purred, "Got it! I just need you to reach your arms back for me in a minute. I'll tell you when."
Yami didn't like this but he didn't argue, but he also couldn't relax.
"Cross your wrists and lift them over your head."
"What? Why?" Yami demanded immediately, voice coming out slightly sharp with the thought; hands, soft and warm, reached out and touched his arms to trail fingers to his hips, the touch just comforting enough to make the sharpened bite of fear lessen.
"Hey, it's your choice, Yami…" He didn't have to say more for him to understand.
He still wasn't sure why it was him who had to be tested, because honestly he felt that it should have been Yugi instead, but he didn't voice this because possibly it was just Yugi trying to see if he still cared despite the way that he refused to give him more than his physical touch.
With a small breath that could have passed as a sigh in the silence of the room, Yami raised his arms over his head and crossed his wrists, feeling Yugi lean forward so that their body heat mingled and grew tenfold in the small space between them. The room was still too dark for either of them to really see, but Yami didn't really bother to try to see anything, instead searching for Yugi's eyes, surprised when the other boy seemed to stare straight into his as something cool and smooth pinched his wrists. Yugi pulled his hands up further, his body moving to bring him forward to press his hips slightly against his, his knees pressing into his soft skin before Yami found the back of his hands touching something smooth and cold that he supposed was the headboard. A bite of even sharper fear bubbled through him as he figured the tightening prick of his skin being slightly pulled by that thing around his wrists was Yugi tightening the hold of what he knew to be handcuffs.
He really tried not to struggle but it really pushed at his tolerance when something soft covered his eyes and his mind supplied him with the fact that Yugi was taking his eyesight away, the hit of the incident in the cafeteria blindsiding him for a moment. He ground his teeth together because he knew that it was Yugi in front of him and he didn't want to hurt him and he knew for a fact that he could if he didn't just relax.
The smaller teen studied him in the darkness, feeling his body rigid in its anxiety. But he wasn't fighting him, so that had to mean that Yami trusted him. Yugi chewed his cheek, feeling smug about being the one person Yami trusted enough to do this, and he knew it was only him because if it wasn't he wouldn't be so tense now.
Only after a full six minutes did Yami manage to breathe out, "I feel like one of those fucking sluts at a frat party. I hate bondage" only to squirm as soft laughter came from Yugi's lips in front of him and fingers caressed the band of his jeans, his heart leaping into his throat as fear pounded through his system once more.
Yugi peeled first his pants and then his boxers off, reaching up to gently thumb his hips and watch his face, squinting and straining his eyes furiously to take in the way that Yami's jaw muscle was jumping, ticking, clenching together; desperate to make Yami feel better, he went about teasing him with, "Well, I don't think that the sluts normally look as good as you do, Yami, so you have that much going for you. So, Yami, Mr. Survivalist Extraordinaire, do you feel vulnerable?"
"Yes."
He caressed his inner thighs slowly, leaning fully into the task so that his fingers managed to massage at some of the harsher tension that Yami was unable to stop, the taller teen biting back a moan that suffocated in the back of his throat; though he didn't like the fact that he was taking away Yami's senses all over again after the display of pure terror he had given him in the bathroom, he had to know. "Trust me not to hurt you?"
"I…yes."
Yugi moved his hand to his hip, thumbing the soft flesh, feeling desperate for something more and unsure of what it really was; this wasn't intimacy so it didn't warrant the connection that he had been struggling to reestablish between them. So, it had to be something different. Maybe he was just desperate to have someone trust him so much ormaybe he was just selfish and wanted to feel more of it. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." His voice came out slightly shaky; the last time he'd had something like this happen outside of the fight at school, he'd been locked in the closet for three days straight and had nearly died until he managed to jimmy the lock and get out again. He still wasn't sure how he had ended up in there in the first place, but his parents had been immediately alarmed so he knew that it was not some kind of sick new punishment his father had come up with. "I trust you."
And he did. It was the only thing that kept him from panicking at that very moment. It was the only thing that kept him from attacking Yugi right that second, from tearing Yugi to pieces.
Yugi touched him with the bare tips of his fingers and Yami squirmed, making him caress and torture him with slow liquid movements; for a moment Yugi was worried about what to do, but then very slowly took Yami's erection into his mouth. The tip, at least; the rest took a lot of adjusting in order to take in.
On several occasions Yami nearly thrust into him but instead managed to keep his hips still with the thought of hurting him, throwing his head back against the headboard and moaning softly as Yugi used his tongue to experimentally swirl around the head of his erection, slipping the pink muscle into the slit. Yami squirmed with movements of his wrists, banging them against the wood to keep from thrusting into his mouth. His senses were incredibly heightened due to the loss of the other two and every touch was intensified to the point that it was almost unbearable.
Yugi felt a little stretched out and moved his mouth back to the tip, swirling his tongue against the head again and using his right hand to pump the rest of the erection; ugh, he really wished he had practiced with stuffing hot dogs in his mouth orsomethingbecause his jaw was starting to feel a little cramped from the way he was using it.
Somewhere in the middle of one after another swirl and dip and humming to make his tongue vibrate against the sensitive skin of the erection, the heat began to build in Yami's belly and he wanted to dig his hands into Yugi's hair and pull him closer but he couldn't and instead settled for letting out a low, hoarse growl and shaking the handcuffs harder so that they rang out louder than they had before, a clear warning that he was getting there and if Yugi didn't want to taste it, he should pull away right then.
Yugi ignored this warning. How rude would it be if he left Yami just hanging like that? Plus, he had researched it on the internet and had wanted to do this since after he had called Yami to ask if he was sick. In all honestly he had meant to do this before they had fallen asleep or even before they had sex that day, but he had gotten distracted from his own goal and he wanted to taste him. It was weird because he had never thought about even giving a girl or guy oral sex before and thought that orgasms probably did not taste like they claimed in books, but he was still willing to try it out with Yami.
He shook himself out of his thoughts as they went along the lines of Yami's diet for a split second, realizing that he had no fucking idea what Yami did and didn't eat when at home and so had no way to judge or anticipate the taste. He alternated his suction, going slower and more leisurely; Yami tensed up and Yugi prepared himself for it, taking a deep breath and then licking along the head.
That single action did Yami over and Yugi choked slightly from the release, honestly surprised by how much there was and the strangely intense taste of the somewhat thick, hot liquid; when he pulled back, he managed to swallow a few times before coughing twice and then shaking his head. Yami tasted like something between white chocolate and maybe caramel–definitely on the sweeter side–and Yugi grinned; Yami had decided to indulge his sweet tooth, apparently.
He turned back to the penis, surprised to find that he was still semi-erect, and went about cleaning up any excess with his tongue, feeling it twitch beneath his tongue and hearing the small moans from the taller teen who was panting above him. When he was sure he had gotten all of the thick liquid cleaned off, he pulled away and kissed his way up to his face, hesitating; would Yami want to taste himself? Because he was definitely still in his mouth and the taste was pleasant but the thought could very well be disgusting to the taller teen…
He didn't get a chance to ask before Yami's head suddenly turned towards where he was thinking of how to phrase the question and then their lips were together, the red-eyed teen's tongue mapping out his mouth. He ignored the small part of his brain telling him that he was pretty much tasting himself, and instead went about continuing his actions of kissing him thoroughly.
When they finally pulled apart, Yami was breathless when he murmured, "What about these?"
"Hmm…I don't know, Yami, I like the way you look with your arms up in the air like that," he teased.
"Well, take a picture. It'll last longer anyways."
"And risk it beingfound?" Yugi mock-gasped, snickering when the other teen huffed in response.
"Yugi…where did you get the handcuffs?"
Yugi burst out laughing. "Okay, um, I found them in my grandpa's room the other day when I was picking out some laundry to do. And they're actually not his."
"Your grandmother's?"
"Yep."
"…They were kinky…? That explains so much."
Yugi doubled over laughing, moving his hands to grip his hips tighter and press his hair into his torso. "No, she was a cop…" he choked out.
"Oh…" Yami was blushing and he was pretty sure that if the clouds had parted some, then Yugi could definitely see it staining his cheeks.
"But that would explain it, wouldn't it?"
"Yugi," he said tensely; as much as he loved what had just happened, as much as he loved Yugi, there was still a sensation in the back of his head probing at the thought of his six-year-old accident and the fight from earlier, and it made fear freeze his bones in place.
"Okay, okay, relax," he muttered in an effort to soothe him, hearing the fear in his voice. "I'll take them off for you."
He went to undo the handcuffs when suddenly they clicked and Yugi heard them drop to the mattress as Yami grabbed him into a small hug, clinging to him tightly for a brief second though it definitely did not escape Yugi. "Are we…?"
"It was about you, Yami."
"…Don't you want to?"
Yugi hated the hurt and rejected undertone that bled into his words but settled for kissing Yami's neck and saying, "Fuck yes, but I…It wasn't about me, so let's just go back to sleep, okay? We have school tomorrow." He had always hesitating kissing anywhere other than the lips because he was worried about what message it might send, but he couldn't stop himself when his lips pressed against Yami's temple.
Both of them froze for a moment and then Yami muttered, "Okay" and settled back under the covers, putting the handcuffs away on the nightstand and falling asleep within moments; Yugi caressed his hair for a moment and then chewed his lip.
"My Yami."
He liked the sound of it but the concept terrified him so badly…