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The Boy's Like Gravity	By : LilMizTake63 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Boy's Like Gravity
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A/N: Hey guys, this will be a side fic to my older story Damned and Captured which I AM writing the next chapter to (ive been busy at uni so sorry guys). This was written a while ago but I decided to type it up and post it. The second chapter has been written already and the third is in writing so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

~Embrace me�~

~Surround me�~

~As the rush comes�~

Long, sensuous fingers run through my hair, and I feel the delicious curl of red hot fire in the depths of my stomach as he kisses my neck again. Surprisingly pliant lips plunder my soft skin, causing a low gasp in the back of my throat to break forth, and he rewards me as his lower body pushes mine back into the bed.
I love how it feels.

~Travelling somewhere�~

~Could be anywhere�~

It�s a sweet thrill of fiery dominance as I feel his fingers dig hard into the soft skin of my arms, sliding around my back, and gripping me harder.
I love the passion.
He had made fast work of removing our restricting clothes; tearing the slight material into shreds that, now, would never again adorn our bodies.

~There�s a coldness in the air�~

~But, I don�t care�~

He looks at me again as his fingers slide. Gorgeously sinister, like bitter melted chocolate on my lips, and, with a knowing smirk playing across his mouth, he reaches inside my soul�or what you could call a soul�the soul of a spirit�
His looks are dangerous and enchanting, and they easily steal me inside of him. But, I can�t find my voice, and it�s frightening, but I need it�I need him�
The night seems calm and quiet, but inside of me�of us�there is a turmoil of all that I want�all of my desires, and they are caught up with this being in front of me�on top of me�almost inside..
�Please��
The heat is beautifully unbearable, from the air, from our bodies, from the breath that I gasp out as sweet torture overloads my senses. Sweet, like honeycomb: spicy, like cinnamon�delirious�it�s nearly there�I can almost feel it through his touches�but not quite, it�s not quite enough.
�More��
I hear his soft pant at the request that manages to escape my throat, and a ragged breath tears from me as his hands brush over the damp skin of my chest�caresses over the darker skin of my nipples�
The smallest, feathering touch floods the tiny nerves under my skin, and I arch up into his hands.
I can feel the intensity of his liquid gaze on me as I through my head back onto the downy pillows. His possessive grip on my body tightens as he watches me, and I feel him stroke my skin; my eyes clenched tight as I feel him everywhere�surrounding me�

~We drift deeper�~

~Life goes on�~

I gasp in breath through my mouth, tasting his scent on the shifting air, and its intoxicating; my mind swirling as he brings his touch closer to where I was him the most.
Delicious friction over my body, moving closer, and I whimper as he maddeningly leaves me untouched, throbbing uncomfortably with desire as the lack of caresses�I need it so much, it aches�
�I need you, Bakura�please!�
My plea�s guttural and drowning in lust for the spirit gripping my legs under the knees. I know that my moans affect him�they always do�always take him higher and higher until the need becomes too much and I have to hold on as he thrusts inside me and he�s making me cry out and I grip him again and again as he�s taking me�as he takes me�

~We drift deeper�~

~Into the sound�~

Adrenaline and anticipation pump through my veins and I look back down at him through heavy lidded eyes; feeling him shift against me. A gasp escapes my throat as he slides his hand back up my thighs, and draws slowly towards my length; the pre-come beading with hunger for him to continue.
Our eyes lock�crimson meeting glowing mahogany, and my breath catches in my throat as I feel fleeting caresses over my aching cock. I whimper out as his touch becomes insistent and deeper; making me take hold of the soft, cotton bed sheets, and cry out his name.
Ra, it feels so good�as if I�m suspended inside him, he�s all I�ll ever want�just him�
�Oh!�
White brilliance explodes behind my eyes as his wet warmth wraps itself around my pounding erection. It�s so hot and wet�and the suction�
�Oh, Bakura!�

~Travelling somewhere�~

~Could be anywhere�~

~There�s a coldness in the air�~

~But, I don�t care�~

I wind my fingers into thick, white locks as I try to get closer to the powerful feeling of his mouth around me�he feels so good; his hands gripping the soft swell of my buttocks, gently tracing a diligent finger down the smooth cleft. My throat feels strangled from all of the gasps and curses I want to scream out at him, but can�t. Can�t you see that you�re killing me, Bakura?
He is torturing me and he knows it; the thought exciting him enough to trace my tight entrance further�pressing against it and making me squirm. Nerve endings spiral from the strange and unusual pleasure, and he welcomes the subconscious thrust of my hips by dragging his lips down the taught skin of my throbbing shaft.

~We drift deeper into the sound�~

~Life goes on�~

The sobs are now just trickling over my lips; the sound of his name being pleaded with a heated difference. It�s as if I�m begging for mercy and I�m sure it�s what he was waiting for as he continues�and I can�t really do anything about it. Bakura won�t stoop as low as to letting me have what I want straight away�he will take me up to the brink, and down again�like he always does�
By Ra, do I need release! Just having him on and around me quenches my wildest fantasies�but he is too good�Ra, is he too good�
�Oh, Bakura, please!�
He mumbles something around me, the vibrations travelling across my sensitive skin; making me cry out and try to bury myself harder into his hot mouth. But by gripping my hips firmly and pushing me back into the mattress; he stops all my movement, and its agony.

�Ra! No!�

~We drift deeper into the sound�~

~Feeling strong�~

I hear him chuckle softly, loving the fact that he�s in control, and slips me out of his mouth; licking his lips suggestively. I can feel the edge of climax beating so strong with my heart, and Bakura stopping the stimulation is the cruellest form of human torture that I have ever felt before. I can barely feel anything apart from the significant throb in my groin; matching my ears. The only reason I know I have tears of frustration running down my face is because I feel Bakura�s soft, agile tongue swiping them away, and whispering in my ear.

~So bring it on�~

This is it�I want him so much that I�ll die if he doesn�t run his hands over me, and it�s time to finish what was started�now.
I grab his wrist tight with one hand and he looks up into my face, a slight mischievous grin playing on his lips, which seems to be a permanent occurrence. Not that I don�t find it damn well sexy!

Not breaking eye-contact, I reach over to the bedside table; fumbling for the item that I Ra-damned know is there.
Seizing it and thrusting it into his face, I growl, �Finish it Bakura�now��

~So bring it on�~

He pauses, his grin widening as he takes the lubrication from me, popping the cap open and squeezing a fair amount onto his long fingers. I lay there waiting with anxiety for the first one to touch me�to probe me�to fuck me�
�Unnhh!�
Ohh, that�s good�
One finger is pushed inside me; my tight entrance objecting the strange intrusion until I relax, and it submits to the sensations and deliciousness of Bakura�s caresses. I whimper at a twinge of pain from his second finger entering me, moving and massaging my entrance tenderly; preparing me for something more sizable�something I want very much�
When he pushes a third inside me, raining hot, hard kisses down over my throat and chest, I know that I�m gone. I push myself onto the long, talented fingers moving within me, moaning out and panting his name with every downward motion of my body.

~ Embrace me�~

~Surround me�~

~As the rush comes�~

Bakura shifts his fingers inside me, brushing against a spot that only dreams are made of�a spot which only he ever finds.
�Oh shit! Oh Ra! Bakura! Unnhh�yeah�that�s it�oh, please��
The white haired tomb-robber continues to mercilessly massage the spot, drawing every keening gasp and moan from my throat until I�m a writhing mess of pleasure on the soft, now sweat-slicked sheets. Through the haze, I can dimly feel the softness of his lips down my bare skin; feel the weight shift on the bed as he moves over me, his other hand tracing the bone of my hip and around to the curve of my buttocks�holding�

~ Oh, embrace me�~

~Surround me�~

~As the rush comes�~

I feel him pause, fumbling with something as I lay there beneath him, an awash of different emotions, and I cry out in frustration as his fingers leave my bereft passage; making me feel empty and alone in this large bed without him�how I always seemed to feel, without him�

~So bring it on�~

�Look at me,� I hear him rasp out, his husky voice sending delightful shivers down my naked spine. The kiss he crushes onto my lips is hot and needy; panting together in anticipation of what�s to come. His mouth manipulates mine easily, pulling and plundering at the soft bruised flesh. His fingernails dig into the soft skin of my moist back, sliding and kneading until he reaches my spiky hair. The feel of his fingers in my locks is just as erotic as anything he has done before�it�s intimate and close, and he swallows the gasp I make as he strokes me.

~We drift deeper into the sound�~

~Life goes on�~

~We drift deeper into the sound�~

~Feeling strong�~

Tearing his mouth from mine, I breathe raggedly and open my eyes to him. He�s just staring at me, an odd expression on his beautiful face. Then kissing me quickly again, he reaches down and lifts my slight hips to him�against him�
We press against each others arousals, and I feel the fire in my stomach curl again; biting my lip in hot desire.
He doesn�t wait any longer.
�Bakura!�
I practically arch right off the bed as, with one thrust, he enters me, filling me up with so much of him.

~ Embrace me�~

~Surround me�~

~As the rush comes�~

I�m grappling at anything I can get my hands on; Bakura�s hips, the bed sheets, his back, the matress, his hair; twining it in my fingers as he shoves himself back inside me - hard.
�Oh, Ra�� I hear him groan centimetres from my face, �fuck! You�re so tight!�
I hear his words but the sense of them is lost on me as his thrusting increases, hearing the sound as if I�m underwater. The only coherent word I can think of is Bakura�s name repeated over and over again; interlacing with my gasps of pleasure. The nerve endings in my body are on fire as the tomb-robber grabs my hips tighter and angles differently, driving into my sweet spot thrust after thrust.
The scream that erupts from my throat is exactly what it sounds like; a piercing howl of euphoria, pure and true�and just for him�Bakura�it�s always for him�
His sweat his rolling down his forehead and mixing with mine�our essences intermingling, exactly how it should always be.
�Oh, Ra, Bakura�it�s so good��
~ Oh, embrace me�~

~Surround me�~

~As the rush comes�~

I move my hands up to his shoulders, gripping the flesh so hard it�s sure to cause pain�either he doesn�t notice or he likes it. Most probably the latter.
His cock is thrusting so forcefully into my passage now that I can hear and feel the headboard slam into the wall as he fucks me. Our bodies move in synchronisation, eyes meeting from time to time. The pleasure is so good and it�s unbearable, and from our earlier activities, I am surprised that I have lasted this long.
The friction is causing my whole body to shake slightly underneath him.
�Oh, fuck Bakura�yes!�
I can feel the release building now and from glancing at Bakura�s face, and his expressions, I can tell he�s nearly there too. Teetering dangerously on the edge as the pleasure, along with Bakura�s depth and speed, built. When would we fall?

~As the rush comes�~

I clench my eyes shut tightly, wanting to prolong this moment even further knowing it would never happen�the end is near, and it�s time to come back. It is coming�
My eyes open wide as I grab onto him, winding my arms around his neck and meeting his thrusts.
�Oh, Bakura!�
He presses his soft lips to my ear, panting hard into the skin as his lower body moves so powerfully. His next few words are what finally blow me away.
�Yami�unnh, I love you��
Crimson meets chocolate and I fall.

~As the rush comes�~

Bakura grabs my cock just as it starts and pumps me roughly as I come hard all over his hand and stomach; screaming out my completion.
�Shit! I love you too, �Kura! Oh, Ra!�
I feel hit hot seed explode inside me, covering my insides as streams of hot liquid surge over my flesh. I catch one last look of his beautiful eyes as it truly ends, and I sit up in a burst of speed; his form disintegrating before my eyes.
Gone so fast in an instant�

~As the rush comes�~

Yami looked down at his boxers, the fabric felt wet and uncomfortable as everything from the explicit dream came back to him. It was vivid, yet unreal�and he couldn�t even start to believe all the strange emotions that were coursing through his body. He was sweaty all over; the bed sheets stuck to his skin awkwardly, and he was still hyperventilating from his previous climax.

The climax that Bakura had caused.

Yami jumped out of the double bed quickly, the memories too fresh and painfully sinful. He gazes guiltily at his small Hikari who was fast asleep on the other side of the mattress, his breathing nice and even with a slight smile on his innocent features; leading Yami to believe that Yugi was having pleasant dreams. Just like he wished for him to every night. How come he now resented that fact?

Yami was extremely confused, he didn�t know what to do. He loved his Aibou with all his heart and would never dream of hurting him in any way�but apparently, he enjoyed doing just that in his subconscious. He had dreamt of himself with that Ra-damned tomb-robber!

�I can�t stand this,� Yami�s thoughts screamed, �Bakura?!�

The pharaoh couldn�t stand being there anymore as he watched his Hikari sleep peacefully; so totally oblivious to Yami�s thoughts�and his tremendous guilt.

He needed to be out of there.

Heading towards the bathroom, Yami grabbed a pair of clean boxers from a small stand and fumbled for the bathroom light that hung on the right side of the door. He tugged it. Light flooded the room and he quickly shut the bathroom door behind him so as not to wake his lover. Yami squinted from the glare that hit his still-sleepy retinas, and walked up to the large mirror that hung above the sink. Reaching for the cold water tap, he ran the cool liquid and splashed some up onto his hot face; the contrast of temperature waking him up fully. The pharaoh looked back at himself and sighed in bewilderment.

�I don�t understand this�Bakura of all people�and I love Yugi, I can�t be having dreams like this��
Yugi sensed something was wrong in his peaceful world. Something wasn�t right somehow, and he found himself waking up slowly from the dreams he had. He realised that the bed was empty of his lover as he pushed his hand under the covers and into the cooling spot. The warmth of Yami�s body was fading fast into the sheets as the seconds ticked by without him and his body heat there, and strangely Yugi found it slightly disturbing. He frowned in sleepy disorientation, he couldn�t think of anywhere his Yami would rather be than in bed, sleeping soundly next to him.

The bed felt too large for just him; his small body seemingly swamped by the soft cotton covers and broad mattress�he needed Yami with him, next to him�like he did in ever aspect of his young life.

The Hikari traced his small finger over his Yami�s pillow absently; brushing the soft material gently as if it was his lovers face.

Yami was so dear to him; finding his affections when his life was at it�s worst and when he was sure that the idea of love was hopeless. They had found each other and had turned their unyielding friendship into a beautiful relationship that neither of them thought had ever felt so good and right.

Yugi was content, and he sighed softly. The sound of tap-water running made him sit up slowly, rubbing his eyes as he pushed back the bed sheets.

Sliding his legs over the side of the mattress, he stood up and padded towards the gentle noise that beckoned. He glanced at the line of light under the doorway before reaching for the handle and twisting the metal knob.

Yugi could faintly hear the sound of Yami moving about beyond the door, and wondered what had awoken him enough to get up.

�It must have been something important,� he thought to himself as the door slid back.

Yugi�s breath caught in his throat as his eyes came into contact with the bare, sinewy form of his dark. Yami�s smooth, flawless back was presented to him, sliding down to narrow hips and into the curve of his lovers firm buttocks; finally tapering down to strong, lithe legs. Though bronzer than his own, Yami�s skin was a buttery pale hue that he knew tasted rich and luscious�just as a Pharaoh should.

Subconsciously taking quiet steps towards the older beauty in front of him, Yugi marvelled at how his hair - so much like his own - set off the whole mystical aura of this boy extremely well. The extravagant colours and the golden skin creating a contrast so profound that it would shock anyone into a helpless heap who could only just stare in amazement.

Yami, apparently too caught up in whatever he was doing in the sink, was oblivious to his approaching light. The footfalls falling on deaf ears as he neared. It was Yugi saying his name in the quiet room that finally caught the Pharaoh�s attention.

�Yami?�

The dark spun around so fast at the quiet voice that he sloshed water all over the bathroom floor, holding the drenched boxers still firmly in his hands as he looked at his light.

�Y-yugi?! What are you doing up?�

Yugi frowned slightly at his lovers faltering, and looked down at the wet under-garment before looking back into his shocked face.

�I missed you in bed,� Yugi answered softly, gazing back at his Yami with that well-known puppy expression. �What are you doing up? Couldn�t you sleep?�

Yami looked into his smaller lovers innocent face; he knew he didn�t want to tell him the truth, he wouldn�t be able to cope with the hurt that he was sure would flash through Yugi�s violet eyes. Those eyes were wide open windows to the boys soul, and Yami could just gaze into their purple depths to know what his Hikari was thinking or feeling�even experiencing.

�Yami? A-are you okay?� Yugi asked, concern flashing thought him from his lovers silent, piercing gaze.

�W-what? Oh! No! I mean, no�I couldn�t sleep.�

Yami inwardly cursed himself for being so conspicuous, and cringed slightly when he saw a frown creep across Yugi�s face - searching him for something.

�Are you sure?�

Yami looked at Yugi again and plastered a genuine-looking smile on his face. He noticed his Hikari�s face light up slightly from his smile, in hope that he, Yami, was okay.

�Yes, Aibou, I�m fine.�

Yugi smiled at his lover and walked up to him, pushing his hands up his bare chest to encircle around his neck. Yami subconsciously kissed his light�s forehead as he buried his face into the Pharaoh�s neck and dropped tiny, chaste kisses onto the soft skin there. Yugi pulled away in surprise as he felt the wet material of Yami�s boxers brush his bare skin, and he looked back at his love, a question in his gaze.

�How come your boxers are all wet Yami?�

The dark was stunned into silence; he didn�t know how to answer him without telling him about the dream. And he knew he had to answer Yugi soon because he was looking up at him expectantly, wanting to know the reason he had chose to wash his underwear in the middle of the night.

�I�� Yami started, his eyes dilated in terror as he tried his best to find something suitable to answer with, �I had a dream��

He watched Yugi�s eyebrows knit prettily together as he took in the Pharaoh�s explanation. Yami could tell he had no idea why he would need to clean his boxers because of this, but then it seemed realisation dawned on him, and Yami had never been more scared in his life until�his Hikari smiled?

�Ohh,� Yugi replied, drawing out the syllable and looking up at his dark through sooty eyelashes, �it was that kind of dream.�

The smaller boy traced a finger down his lovers face, plucking the wet garment from Yami with his other hand and dropping them to the floor. Drawing tiny circles along the Pharaoh�s bare hip and pressing against him, Yugi looked up into his striking features.

�Why didn�t you wake me up?� the light asked.

Yami didn�t exactly know what to do, Yugi�s soft voice and gentle caresses were gorgeously good but instead of thinking about him, his mind was wandering elsewhere. Wandering to pale skin and shiny white hair, a beautiful concoction with a side so dark it was thrilling. Even Yugi�s scent was vanishing, being replaced by mysterious and spicy fragrances that could only be attributed to the Spirit of the Ring. He tasted like ancient magic and it was flowing over his taste buds now, making his mouth water with newly awakened desire.

�I-I didn�t want to wake you, my Aibou,� Yami answered, his tone low, trying to suppress his vivid imagination.

Yugi stood up on tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss against his lovers supple lips, tracing his small tongue along the bottom one.

�It�s okay Yami�you can wake me whenever you need me�I promise I won�t mind��

The Pharaoh couldn�t stand this, the soft kisses, the slim body pressed against his�it just reminded him of Bakura�the tomb-robber pressed against him tight and hot as he shoved himself deep inside of hi�

Yami pushed Yugi away violently, his memories getting the better of him. Yugi flew backwards hitting the wall and catching his hip on the thick, ceramic sink. Letting out a cry of pain, he slid to the bathroom floor; tears of anguish running down his face as he gripped his side tightly.

The dark backed away, his eyes wide in shock and not being able to comprehend what he had just done to his lover. He wanted to go to his light, wrap him up in his arms and hold him, sobbing for forgiveness, but he couldn�t move.

�Yugi�� Yami choked out, still motionless with shock from his unjustified actions, �Yugi, I-I�m sorry�I didn�t mean to�I just��

Yugi looked at his lover in wary confusion. He had no idea what had come over his dark in those few moments, and his hip throbbed painfully from where Yami had pushed him away.

�What�s the matter Yami?� he asked, grasping the side of the sink and pulling himself back up to standing, �Have I done something?�

The Pharaoh looked at him in surprise, �What? No! No, Yugi�please believe me, it has nothing to do with you�I�m so sorry, I didn�t mean to hurt you��

Yugi watched in concern as his lover buried his face in his hands, and even though he was still wary of his yami�s actions, he walked slowly up to him and placed a small hand on his bare arm. The touch was reassuring yet hesitant, and Yami felt this like a punch in the face; his lover was scared of him. Everything they had built together for so long had been blown away in that second, Yami realised. Their world was crumbling around them and there was nothing either of the two boys could do, except stand and watch.

�Then tell me what�s wrong, Yami please?�

Yami felt sick and angry at what was happening to him and he tugged his arm forcefully away from his Hikari�s touch, making the smaller boy jump back.

�See!� Yami cried out, gesturing to the lights guarded movements, �You can�t stand to be around me!�

Yugi�s violet eyes widened and he gasped out, �Yami, that�s not true! I love you!�

The Pharaoh squeezed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, and scrunched his eyes shut; a grimace of emotional turmoil over his face.

�You�re afraid of me��he answered hopelessly, tears of heavy guilt tumbling down his soft cheeks.

Yugi stepped towards the ancient Spirit of the Millennium Puzzle and gently touched his hand to his face, slowly brushing the tears away.

�I love you Yami�please��

The Hikari was starting to become extremely worried now. Never had his lover acted like this, he was pulling away from him, he didn�t want to feel this with Yami�ever�he loved him so much that at times it was hard to breathe from the strong emotions clutching at his heart and soul.

The dark pulled away from the light again, more gentle this time but Yugi still felt the hurt that shook through his small, fragile body. Crimson looked into vulnerable violet, and registered the different and unusual emotions that mirrored in his Hikari�s eyes. Hurt; raw and deep, intermingled with confusion and a strong sense of sickening fright. Yami already hated himself with a vengeance for being the reason his Aibou felt such things, and he knew that he would be the cause of more pain for his light if he stood there any longer.

Backing away from the smaller boy, Yami reluctantly tore his gaze from him and grasped the clean black boxers that laid on the rack alongside the white, fluffy towels. Moving out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, Yami tugged on the underwear and walked to the large, wooden cupboard that stood on the far wall before pulling the door of it open.

�Yami?� Yugi asked, following his lover into the room, �Yami, what are you doing?�

The Pharaoh could sense undeniable panic in Yugi�s voice and it tore at his soul, but he had to be alone tonight�alone to think�

�I-I have to be alone�� he answered, tugging out a black shirt and pulling it over his head roughly, then looking for a pair of suitable bottoms.

�What?!! No!!� the Hikari cried, grabbing onto Yami frantically, �No! Yami, please! Please, I-I didn�t mean to be scared of you�I love you so much�gods Yami, please don�t leave me!�

The high hysterical tone broke and Yugi dropped to the floor; his knees giving out as he started to sob desperately.

Tears spilled down Yami�s face as he listened to his lovers continuous pleas. He didn�t deserve Yugi, he had absolutely nothing to do with any of this, but he was the one taking the brunt of all of it. It was sickening.

Yugi was rasping on the floor at Yami�s feet, begging him not to leave him alone, but the energy was quickly draining from his weary body at the shock of everything, and matters just seemed to be so hopeless.

The Hikari vaguely felt Yami shift above him, and he felt a gentle finger tilting his chin up. Yami had knelt down and was tenderly stroking the smaller boys beautiful face. The tears still ran from both of them as their eyes met again. Crimson full of sorrow for the pain; violet full of fear and silent pleading for his lover.

~I can hear your voice still calling out my name�~

~And smell your scent upon the pillow next to me�~

~Imagining your kisses when I close my eyes�~

~They don�t replace you holding me�~

Yami drew Yugi into his arms and pulled him tight against his body, feeling the young boy in intimate contact with him. More sobs wracked the lights body, as his dark held him close, and he breathed in the scent that he was pressed against; spicy and hot�undoubtedly Yami. His arms quickly encircled the Pharaoh into a tight embrace, and he buried his face into the soft warmth of his neck. Yugi felt safe here. Nothing could hurt him while Yami was holding him�he never felt more protected.

Yami moved his head and pressed soft, innocent kisses across the smaller boys delicate cheek, tasting the salt of his tears and feeling another pang of guilt run through him for the boy that was holding onto him so tightly now. Yugi whimpered in slight protest as Yami drew him back gently, and his tear filled eyes met his darks before Yami pressed his forehead against his. The Pharaoh slipped his hand around, cupping the base of Yugi�s neck and kissing his lips softly, drawing a sigh from the Hikari.

�I�m not leaving you Yugi,� Yami whispered against his Aibou�s lips, and he felt his lovers pulse quicken in hope from where his fingers touched his neck, �I could never leave you�I love you�I just - I just need some time alone for a bit��

A flash of worry flitted across Yugi�s dace momentarily, and Yami pulled away from him, standing up. Yugi didn�t know what to think; his whole world had just been turned upside-down and Yami had promised him before that he would never do that�but apparently, promises were meant to be broken.

He felt so alone as he watched Yami pause, and then walk over to the chair where his jacket lay strewn from their haste to be together that night. He sat on the cold floor, a million horrible thoughts running through his innocent mind as he watched his lover turn and walk slowly toward their bedroom door. He was struck dumb, sitting on the frigid tiles that he had insisted to Yami that they suited the style of their bedroom. Their bedroom�theirs�why did that feel strange now?

�God, I�m so stupid!� he mentally screamed at himself.

Yami looked back at Yugi as he reached for the cold, metallic door handle. His little lover looked lost and scared; so alone�but so was he, and he had to find himself again. He opened the thick, wooden door and walked out, closing it firmly behind himself and not looking back. The dark�s heart was bleeding as he shut the door on his light, closing him away from the pain.

Yugi sat in total silence for a few moments as he waited to hear the front door shut as his lover, and soul mate, walked away from the home they had built together.

The bang of the front door shutting downstairs was like a gunshot going off in the lights head and in a state of daze, he slowly stood and walked to the wide window behind him. The glass was clear and clean as he peered out of it and watched Yami walk down the drive of the house and down the dark street. He had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, walking in the direction of the city centre where Yugi knew he went when he wanted a drink�or maybe a few. He didn�t know exactly where Yami went as he never told him but Yugi always felt uneasy when his dark would go out and not return until the early hours of the morning.

The Hikari sighed and paused for a second before turning back around. The emptiness of the large bedroom hit him like a punch in the face and he felt his insides clench up in misery.

~A house is not a home when I�m alone here�~

~Summer turns to winter when you�re gone�~

~And all I see are clouds outside my window�~

~Every time you walk out that door�~

A loud sob broke from his throat until he was weeping uncontrollably and crying out into the empty room for his lover who wouldn�t come. His heart felt like it was splitting down the middle and the phrase �this can�t be happening� was repeating callously in his mind. He kept considering the mind link that the two shared but he knew that Yami wanted to be alone, and it may anger him further if Yugi�s voice suddenly sounded in his head. The feeling of losing Yami was crippling him, and he crawled slowly towards their large bed that they should be sleeping in together�holding each other�

The sheets still smelt of them both�together as they should be, and Yugi clenched the sheets and pushed his face deep into their annoying softness; shouting out the Pharaoh�s name in hurt anger.

Pure, crystalline tears soaked into the bed covers as he cried, the pain and frustration wracking his body and leaving him sobbing out incoherent words.

What had happened to his lover?

Why had he done this?

How can he make this right again?

And if he did, what would Yami do?

Would he even care?

So many questions�none of them answered�

He had to know�but Yami wasn�t ever giving him that much. He had run and left him alone.

�Why?!!� Yugi cried out, clenching the sheets and tugging them unconsciously to somehow alleviate the pain. �You promised Yami!! You said you wouldn�t do this to me! What, were you just lying?�

The questions were met with silence in the large bedroom until the silence was broken again by Yugi�s pain.

Managing to slowly crawl further up the bed towards the thick, downy pillows, he buried himself into Yami�s and breathed in the intoxicating scent of him. It was everywhere, torturing him; his own scent being drowned out by the more musky, enigmatic fragrance of the Egyptian Pharaoh.

It was then, when the smells overcame his senses, making his eyelids droop and his limbs relax, that the desperate sobs from the Hikari subsided and he finally managed to drop into slumber. Alas, it was full of fitful dreams of his lover but it was slumber nonetheless. He needed to know what a new day would bring.

To be continued�
The songs I used were Motocycle - �As the rush comes�, and Kelly Rowland - �Everytime you walk out that door�
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