Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Darkness in the Light ❯ Chapter3 ( Chapter 3 )

The Darkness in the Light

by Dragondreamer and Yami Dragon

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If we did, Seto would be locked in the closet awaiting our pleasure!

Warning: This story contains shouenen-ai (guy/guy relationships) and yaoi (guys having sex with guys). It also contains coarse language, violence and child abuse . If you don't like it, or become offended by such things, take off! We don't want you here!

ONE MORE TIME: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON!! AS IN SEX SCENE PEOPLE!! HIDE YOUR KIDS!!

Note: /…/ Yugi's thoughts and mindlink to Yami

//…// Yami's thoughts and mindlink to Yugi

[…] Joey's thoughts

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Seto: *hands on hips* I don't want him leaning on the Jag!

DD: He's leaning on the frickin' Jag Seto, get over it!

Yugi: Um, guys? *points at readers*

DD: *blushes* Sorry.

YD: *shakes head* Children. Anyways….

Otogi: How come you guys…

Ryou: *smacks him with the lava lamp* Don't even go there!

Tristan: Yeah, we need Dragondreamer to have her wits about her today.

DD: NO! I'm not writing the lemon!! You can't make me write the lemon!

YD: Calm down hikari. I'll write it.

DD: *glomps YD* Thanks yami!

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Chapter 3

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Seto pulled to a stop in front of Otogi's house and got out, flipping up the seat and pulling Yami out of the back.

"Ra, I hate riding in the back seat." Yami grumbled.

"Oh, stop complaining!" Otogi replied, scrambling out behind him.

Tristan got out on the passenger side. "I'm not exactly built for the back seat of a two door Jag Yami."

"Whatever."

"I'll make it up to you later." Seto put an arm around his lover.

"What's up for tomorrow?" Tristan asked, pulling Otogi against him and leaning on the car.

"We need to start planning Yugi's birthday party." Seto replied. "We only have a week. I have to pick Ryou and Bakura up at the airport tomorrow so I'll take Yugi with me. That should give you guys a chance to nail down some details."

"Sounds good to me." Otogi replied, starting to pull Tristan towards the house, anxious to continue the conversation they had started at the park. "See you guys tomorrow!"

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"Where the fuck have you been?"

Joey spun around to face the bloodshot glare of his father, keys still in hand. His stomach churned, but whether it was from fear or the smell of the alcohol, he couldn't tell.

"Out with my friends." Joey backed towards the door.

"Your friends?!" He tore the keys from Joey's hand and threw them over his shoulder. "You good for nothing piece of shit!"

"Pop, please…"

"Don't you "pop please" me!" He struck out at his son, catching him with a glancing blow to the face.

Joey staggered back to within arm's reach of the door. He tensed as his father's arm came up again, but instead of hitting him, the older man reached around him and opened the door, shoving the startled blonde outside. The door shut with a slam and Joey heard the deadbolt click.

[Damn!] Joey sighed. [Just when things were starting to be normal again. I wonder what his excuse is this time.]

He turned away from his house; shoulders slumped in defeat, and headed for Yugi's.

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Seto took one hand off the steering wheel and laid it on Yami's leg, squeezing gently. "Come home with me tonight."

"I'd like to love, but with Grandpa away…I don't like leaving Yugi alone."

Seto's sigh had a distinct note of frustration to it. "Yami, he's seventeen years old. Stop treating him like a child."

"I'm not!" Yami shot an irritated look at the brunette. "I'm worried about him, about what he's going through. I'm afraid of what it's going to do to his relationship with Joey."

Seto pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the road and parked it. Turning to Yami, he took the smaller hands in his, kissing his forehead.

"I'm worried too, but you can't fight all his battles for him."

Yami sighed. "I probed his memories."

"You what?! Yami..!"

"I know. I was wrong to do it, but I was so worried that he was keeping something from me."

"And was he?"

"I don't think so. There's some holes in his memory because of the accident."

"It's going to work out." Seto kissed him again. "We're all here for him."

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Yugi was looking out the window, lost in thought, when he saw a familiar figure crossing the street.

His face lit up as he tore across the living room and barreled down the stairs, throwing open the door to reveal the blonde.

"Joey!" He threw himself at the taller boy. "What are you doing here?"

"Pop locked me out of the house."

"What?" Yugi leaned back and looked up. "Your face! He hit you again, didn't he?"

Without waiting for an answer, he took Joey's hand and led him upstairs and into the living room.

"Sit. I'll get you some ice."

Joey sank down on the couch, listening to Yugi moving around in the kitchen.

[Why did he have to start drinking again? He hasn't been on a binge in three months.]

"Joey?" Yugi was standing in front of him, an ice pack in his hand.

"Thanks." Joey took it and held it to his face, feeling the tension leave his neck and shoulders as it numbed the pain.

Yugi sat down next to him, leaning in. "He was drinking again, wasn't he?"

"Yeah."

"You can stay here as long as you need to."

"I know. Thanks."

Want something to drink?"

"A soda'd be good." He winced as he smiled at Yugi's concern.

Yugi bounced off the couch. "I'll make us some popcorn. Maybe we can watch a movie or something."

Going back to the kitchen, he threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turned to get the soda out of the fridge.

//Aibou?//

/Hey Yami./

//What's wrong?//

/Joey just showed up. His dad's been drinking again. He threw him out of the house./

//Is he okay?//

/He hit him. He's got a bruise on his face, but I think it'll be okay./ He flashed Yami a brief mental picture of the blonde's injury.

//I take it he'll be staying with us for a while.//

/Yeah. Are you coming home, or are you going to stay at Seto's?/

//Would you mind Aibou?//

Yami felt a burst of irritation through the link.

//Okay, okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.//

/Good night Yami./

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"So?" Seto asked, seeing the garnet eyes of the Pharaoh come back into focus.

They were sitting on the couch in Seto's den, Seto having convinced his lover to come home with him and talk to Yugi from there, knowing what the lighter half would say. They had just walked through the door when Yami detected worried emotions from his other.

"Joey's father's been drinking again."

"Damn. Did he hurt him?"

"Nothing major. Joey'll stay with us until it blows over."

Seto smiled lazily. "So does that mean you're staying?"

Yami straddled the brunette, leaning down and letting his lips give his answer. Seto moaned as Yami unbuttoned his shirt and ran his hands over the exposed flesh.

Heat pounded through their bodies as Yami pulled away to bury his face in Seto's neck.

"Yami. Oh gods…" Seto wrapped his arms around his love and held him tightly. "I love you."

Yami looked into sapphire eyes overflowing with emotion. "I love you. I have for millennia."

Seto's mind reeled with recently awakened memories. "Say it. Say it my pharaoh."

"I love you…Seth." Yami breathed, his senses fogged with the same sweet recollections.

Lost in the reminiscence of their past love affair, neither remembered leaving the room, only becoming aware of their surroundings again when the coolness of the silk sheets touched their unclothed, fevered bodies.

Seto pressed feather light kisses across Yami's jaw and down the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Seto…" Yami groaned, emotion and sensation flooding through him. "Seth…please, take me. I need you."

Seto steeled himself against the need in the other's voice. "No. It's been too long since we've been together like this."

"I don't care!" Yami strained his body against the brunette's. "I want you now!"

Seto sighed, reaching across Yami and starting to rummage around in the bedside table drawer.

Yami's eyes slid shut as he waited with anticipation. His brow furrowed at small metal on metal clink.

"What..!?" His eyes snapped open as he felt cold steel encircle his wrists.

He caught Seto's grin as his arms were yanked over his head. He craned his neck to see Seto snapping the opposite ends of the two pairs of handcuffs to the spindles of the headboard.

"Where did you get those?"

Seto smirked. "A gift from Bakura."

He stretched out next to his lover, letting his hands roam over the tanned body. Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his lips, scouring it with his teeth as he gently ghosted his fingers over Yami's abdomen, trailing down to stroke his thighs.

Yami moaned, pulling against the restraints.

Seto's lips followed the trail his fingers had taken, licking and nipping at the soft skin, avoiding the one area Yami desperately wanted him to touch. Yami moaned again, hips bucking, begging for contact.

"No my pharaoh. Tonight I'm the master."

He slid up Yami's body, purposely keeping his weight off the other. Yami writhed beneath him, breath coming in ragged pants.

"Bastard!" Yami hissed.

"Now, now little slave. That's no way to talk to your master." Seto kissed him softly before pulling back, avoiding the contact as Yami arched his body.

"Curse you Seth!" Yami's body shook with desire. "Let me go! I need to touch you…please!"

Seto groaned as his own need overwhelmed him. He couldn't do this anymore. Lust engulfed him as Yami wrapped his legs around his waist. He thrust hard, burying himself in the other's warmth. Yami screamed.

"My love, I'm sorry." Seto kissed his lover's face, apologizing.

"Just shut up and fuck me already." Yami growled.

"Impatient, aren't you?" Seto chuckled at the death glare Yami bestowed upon him.

"I swear to Ra Seth, if you don't…" The threat was lost in a cry of pleasure as Seto thrust into him. He wrapped his legs tighter around the other, pulling him deeper and picking up the brunette's rhythm.

Yami began to whimper as Seto made unerring contact with his prostate with every thrust.

"Oh gods…Seth…so close…"

A scream was torn from his throat as they climaxed simultaneously.

Seto collapsed, panting. "It's a good thing Mokuba's room isn't next to mine. You're such a screamer."

Yami snorted weakly. "Get these Ra forsaken things off me. My hands are numb."

Seto lifted his head, azure blue eyes wide.

"What?"

"Bakura didn't give me any keys."

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TBC

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DD: *blushing* You see what happens when I let Dragon write the lemons?

Yami: *holding up red wrists* Tell me about it!

Seto: *snorts* You enjoyed it.

Bakura: *grabs handcuffs and drags Ryou from the room*

Tristan: What is it with that guy?

Otogi: *Drags Tristan from the room yelling to Bakura to give up the handcuffs*

YD: Hrmp…hormone driven teenagers.

Joey: *drags Dragon from the room*

DD: *sighs* Well…*drags Seto from the room*

Yami & Yugi: *look at each other*

Yugi: I guess that leaves me and Yami to ask you guys to review.

Yami: *drags Yugi from the room*

Yugi: *shouting from the hallway* Or not!!