Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sway ❯ Understanding of the Truth? ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sway
Story by Kokoru
NC-17
A/N: Right, there are a few things that I should probably point out here. First, there are a few warnings I forgot to mention. I never said that Yugi would be OOC.. because he is.. in most cases. Yeah.. And, I thought I'd mention that there'll be m-preg in future chapters.. and Pegasus bastardization (if he can be any more of a bastard.. ^^;) But ANYway.. x.x; There's one thing I'd like to ask here.. does anyone know the name of Pegasus' wife? I just.. want to know is all.. O.o; And, hey!, there's no character deaths or lemons here! ^^; But there is mention of non-consensual between.. well.. you'll find out.. just hope it doesn't squick you to badly.. >D

OH: Ack! Look how long the effing Author notes are! Gr.. well.. it's not like we own anything Yu-Gi-Oh! Related anyway.. ^^; Besides our cards.. and you STILL can't have my Ancient Elf! *glomps him *

Well.. on with the fic, I say! >D

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Yami mumbled quietly in his sleep, his dreams, for once, not seeming as haunted as they probably had been before. But now he was waking up, though, his body still weak from what he'd done last night, a smile graced his lips at the thought of it all. When he heard shuffling about the room he cracked an eye open to see Yugi gathering his books for school. Yami sighed, forcing his body off the bed to stand up shakily. Something inside him twitched when he felt dull pain shoot up his spine. Odd.. Hadn't he been the one to give and not receive? He shrugged it off, though, as something else. Maybe Yugi'd kicked him in the backside during their sleep without knowing.

Without warning on Yugi's part, Yami tackled him from behind, turning the smaller boy onto his back and straddling his hips. The darker one leaned down and pressed his lips to Yugi's forehead. "Good morning, Aibou." He said cheerfully. But his cheerful mood was diminished when he saw the look on Yugi's face. He looked so.. so.. disgusted and angry and guilty at the same time. "Aibou? What's the matter?"

Yugi looked up at him and shook the feelings from his face. They didn't need to feel so open to Yami. After all, his darkness didn't know about his homophobia, and he could will himself to deal enough with Yami's preferences. "Y-yami.. I.. Didn't I say how I feel on, um, the way you are?" Yami didn't get it, though, and blinked a few times. But, with a little wiggling from Yugi, he got off him and frowned, sitting back on the bed. "I.." His voice faltered for a moment before he got up and dusted himself off. "I have to go pick up Anzu for our date tonight. Do you, um, need a ride to Seto's? Or do you just want to wait for him to come get you?" Yami blinked. What business did he have with the snotty teenaged billionaire? He shrugged, though. //I'll wait.. Maybe go back to sleep for a little while or something.// Yugi shrugged also, and left him with a simple "See you later." as he slipped out the door and down the stairs.

Then it dawned on him. For the first time since he'd woken up. 'Yugi's straight isn't he? Then that means that.. we never..' His throat tightened considerably, and he felt the tears well up in his eyes. But he fought them back down, his thoughts moving to why he was to go to Seto at his mansion. He hardly knew the asshole and he had already formulated a good judgment on the boy, and besides, hadn't he been seeking after Jounouchi the last time anyone checked? If a relationship between them was why he was to go to his home, of course. He just sighed, looking about the room for his shirt, which he immediately found where he'd left it when he was with Yugi last night. Or maybe it was just a dream, perhaps? He groaned at thinking the word 'dream'. He hated thinking like that by now, and just wanted to scream at anyone who mentioned it to him.

He heard a faint knock on the back door as he finished clasping the leather belt around his neck. And then he heard the same door opening and closing quickly, as if someone had just entered. His mind raced at who it could be. It couldn't be Yugi, that was for sure, he'd left about a half hour ago and was good and gone by now, and it couldn't be Jounouchi, either, he had the same classes both Anzu, Honda, and Yugi himself attended. But this only left a limited number of people to select. But still, it could be anyone, even a stranger, that had entered without anyone knowing. He jumped and fell back onto the bed when he heard Solomon's cheerful old voice call out, "Well, good morning, Seto-kun(1).. no, Yugi's not home, he just left a little while ago.. No, I don't think he left with him. Yugi didn't take the puzzle this morning, I believe." There was silence for a moment, then Solomon spoke again. "I would really prefer it if you persuaded him to go with you instead. I, uh.. " He muffled a cough. "Well, you understand, right? Of course, just stay here and I'll get him for you." (2) Yami heard footsteps approaching the room, and Solomon opened the door, fixing him with a slightly dark gaze. "Kaiba's(1-2) here to see you. I don't want him here too often, you know." His voice had turned very curt and low with him, as if he didn't want Seto to hear him from upstairs. He didn't care, though, as he curiously left the room and made his way downstairs.

The game king gasped loudly when Seto all but took him right there on the spot, his arms were around him and pressing him tightly against the other's chest before he could even protest, and the brown-haired male had also mashed his lips against Yami's forcibly as he led him outside to his limousine. He didn't even have to waste time fumbling with his shirt, as it and the belt around his neck were off in a matter of seconds, and they were thrown on the seat across from where they were in the back of the limousine. Yami moaned as Seto ran his hands deftly over his now bare chest, his slender fingers caressing his nipples, making them harder under his touch. The Pharaoh only arched his back and mewled some what at the sensation. Ra, why was he feeling so turned on at this moment? Why was it like he wanted Seto, when his body yearned for his light? Yami had already started crying by then, and it came as no shock to the billionaire, as he simply kissed away the tears and hugged him close, whispering soft words of comfort into his ear every few seconds. "Shh.. Yami.. I know.. please don't cry.. It'll be all right.." 'No..' Yami thought coldly, 'You don't know.. you'll never know.' And, as if sensing his thoughts, Seto forced his mouth on Yami's again, his tongue coming out to run along the dark spirit's lips, wanting to gain entrance. But when none was granted, he simply pulled away and hugged him closer. "I do know, okay? When will you come to realize that it's me who loves you, and me only. Yugi is too blind and close-minded to see that you give a damn about him like that." Seto's lip twitched into a smirk. "Or maybe he does know, but he's too much of a homophobic ass-kisser to want to try anything stupid. It's quite obvious you know, what with him trailing around with that *slut * girl. They're both just trailer-trash whores." Yami was seething when Seto finished, and he reached up and punched him as hard as his weak body could allow him, which, in the end, wasn't enough anyway to really hurt the teen.

Seto only shrugged it off, a playful smirk coming to his lips as he flipped Yami onto his back and pinned him down with his own body weight. "So you want it rough today, do you?" He chuckled when Yami squirmed for control. No, he didn't want it rough, he didn't want *anything *. Especially from this stuck-up jerk who, though he said it was true, didn't have any feelings toward him at all. And when Seto touched him, he felt dirty, and used, and he just wanted to get away from him as fast and as far as possible. But.. at least he wasn't hurting at all. It was as if feeling dirty and used kept his mind from wandering to Yugi anymore. So, when Seto bent down to kiss him again, he gave himself up willingly, like a submissive little dog who'd just been beaten into it by it's master. He cringed at that thought, and focused his mind on what Seto was doing, willing himself to enjoy it. For he knew he was going to end up spewing the contents of his stomach somewhere afterwards.

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Pegasus cackled darkly as he felt Yami's thoughts run through his mind. He'd show that good-for-nothing Pharaoh just exactly what he could do now that he'd tapped into the complete power of his Millennium Eye. It elated him to think of all the pain Yami was in by now. Believing that his little 'experience' with Yugi was nothing more than a dream, and that his reality was what he was getting now. 'Yes, Seto-puppet, fuck him like a good soulless body should.' He chuckled. 'For sure, Yuugioh will feel that pain when he wakes up.' A small beam of light reflected off the Millennium item positioned in place of Pegasus' eye, causing the light to fray and glitter slightly against the gold. 'If he wakes up.' Again, he cackled, only louder this time, and with more fervor. His anger and hate of Yami was so strong that he'd turned it into amusement, he'd found a way to get him back for that one thing that cost Pegasus his very sanity. Oh, he'd have his taste of revenge soon. And he planned that it would taste sweet.

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Yami felt so used, so empty, when Seto was finished with him, despite the comforting words and caresses he received afterward. He hated him so much so that it seemed to not even be hate. And he hated himself for having to admit that what he felt was actually lust, like he'd *wanted * Seto to touch him the way he had been. And it just disgusted him more when his body reacted the way it did, like he'd lost control over himself, and he just wanted to die when Seto brought him to climax, it felt so good to him that it made him sick. And he couldn't stand this anymore. He couldn't stand the insane dreams, and the loss of a grasp on reality. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to go into the kitchen and take the sharpest knife from the cutting block to run across his wrists. He honestly didn't know what was reality anymore. He didn't know what was real, or what was all fake. And this was just pissing him off more and more. 'Maybe I can sit down and figure this out.' Then he smiled grimly. 'I can turn this problem into a puzzle. I am, after all, the game king. And maybe I can work this out this time, instead of like how it ended up after trying this before.'

He shook his head, but thought about it for a while none-the-less. There were many things to take into account, like when this all started, and what happened since then, and, most of all, why this was happening. Why did Yugi seem to die or become hurt or just seemed off in each different scenario? 'Wait,' He thought, 'Yugi was actually normal last night. Does that mean that it was reality? Ra, please give me a sign.' He begged meekly. But, whether he received the desired sign or not, he knew the answer. He knew what could be classified as reality. Though, the only problem left was how he was to reach that Yugi, the sane, gentle, humble, friendly Yugi that he loved. His real light. 'My Aibou.' He thought of him almost sadly now, as if he were dead. 'But he's not. I'm just.. asleep right now. I think.' He could only try now to get out of this 'world'. He didn't even want to see the Yugi here again, he just wanted *out *. 'And I can probably get out if I go to sleep. It's worked before, where I've woken up in an altered perspective.' He quickly walked to the bed and laid down, covering his eyes with one of his arms to block the sunlight as he willed himself to sleep, his thoughts solely on Yugi as he drifted into unconciousness.

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Yami sat up quickly in the bed, his head whipping around quickly to see where he was, and to make sure he was back in reality. Then he felt something warm move next to him, clinging to him desperately. He looked down and sighed as he saw Yugi, his fingers running absently through his spiked hair. Relief washed over him, and he laid back down, only briefly kissing Yugi on the cheek before spooning his body against the other's, but he refused to sleep. After all, every time he *did * sleep he'd ended up in some wicked dream. And who knew when he'd return to reality again? He sighed again, his eyes fluttering closed as he rested, but his awareness was sharp, and he kept the sleep from coming to him.



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Ooo.. the suspense! Did Yami make it back to reality.. or not..? >D

OH: Like we'd tell.. *coughdoesn'tcough * >.>;

Quiet, you! *smack * Well.. anyway.. you'll see.. and I must mention that the lemon I was planning to go in here'll be in the next one.. if I actually make it out to BE a lemon! ^^;

OH: IIE! You wouldn't have it with the puzzle thingy and all so that.. stuff..?!

I would.. >D

OH: Riight.. well.. review, people.. we're review whores.. and love every aching review down to the very last "good story" ones.. ^^; Must have more! More more more! >D If we get at least five to ten more we'll post the next chapter pronto! Well.. we'll probably post it anyway.. but you know how it is! ^^;