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A Game of Masques	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 � The Quiet One.

Yami walked over to the
dresser, rubbing at his itching, burning eyes.
He reached up and neatly pulled out his tinted contacts, revealing the
true vibrant red-violet of his irises � a colour he had been taught to
hate. With a sigh, he pulled off his
clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the edge of his bed before walking over
to the en-suite for a shower. He
shivered as he remembered the interview earlier in the afternoon.
Yami stood at
�attention�; his feet together, his shoulders thrown back, arms at his sides,
chin lifted, eyes at a point just over Father�s left shoulder. They were in the man�s study, where Yami had
been summoned when he got home from school.
�I
understand you broke up with Anzu Mizaki today.�
�Yes,
Father.� No point in telling him why
Anzu had been angry , or pointing out that his punishment last weekend � no
telephone use � had contributed to the problems.
�Very well. I can�t
keep you home from the dance, as it is mandatory for you to attend;
however�� He stood, walking around the
desk he had been seated at. �Kneel.�
Yami
complied without a word. He bent over in
a full, formal Japanese bow, his forehead to the floor.
�What
do you have to say for yourself?�
�Forgive
me, Father. I, who am less than nothing,
humbly beg you forgive my offence.� Yami
knew the words well � nine years of repetition had burned them into his
brain. He closed his eyes against the
dull ache of his heart and tried not to hear the words emerging from his own
mouth. �Father, I will willingly accept whatever punishment you decree, as is
your right and duty. I beg you; show
mercy, though I deserve none.�
�What
are you?�
�A worthless freak. Less than nothing before you.�
�What
do you deserve?�
�Nothing
save your anger.
No mercy. No forgiveness. I beg you to punish me, Father. Allow me to repent for having disobeyed your
will.�
A pause. Then lips beside his ear.
�I will be merciful, my son. You
will not speak unless spoken to after this night for the next five days. You will write me a 10 page paper on how you
have squandered the gifts I have given you � which will be on my desk by the
end of those five days.�
�Thank
you, Father.�
�You
will not dance with any girl more than once � you are not worthy of them. You
will not slow-dance at all. Is that
understood?�
�Yes. Thank you, Father.�
�Now
get up � you still have to make ready for the dance.�
Yami stepped out from the shower, his body warm and clean
but his soul empty. He didn�t want to go
to the dance, but he had no choice; he�d been looking forward to it until this
afternoon, but�
�You are not worthy
of them��
Father was right.
That was why Anzu had broken up with him � he was too low to even think
of being with her. And
if his father ever found out about his dreams�
He shuddered. The
first time he�d been caught after a wet dream, he�d been made to kneel in
Father�s study for over an hour while Father told him how weak and pathetic he
was; how he couldn�t control his baser urges.
If he ever found out that the center of his dreams had been male, rather
than female�
Yami shook the idea from his thoughts. It didn�t matter anyway. He wasn�t worthy of anyone, man or woman � he
would be better to marry whoever his parents picked for him and count his
blessings that anyone would consent to bed a nothing like him.
He dried and combed his hair; put his contacts back in
and dressed in a clean uniform, his every movement by rote. Then he slipped out of his room, walking
silently down the quiet hall and out the front door. He glanced down at his watch � almost time.
Vaguely he wondered who would be taking him to the dance.
A car pulled up in the drive with Father�s aide at the
wheel. Yami wordlessly got in. The drive was silent as well � Yami never
even looked at the scenery, or at anything else. He felt�empty, dead. He could barely remember the last time he had
felt alive�back when he lived with his grandfather.
The first eight years of his life with his
grandfather at the Kame Game Shop, playing with his
friends and learning the games of chess and go. He�d loved it, and his grandfather
had encouraged him, claiming that a person with good game skills could apply
those to real life and solve any problem.
Then his parents had claimed him, ripping him from
his school and life, showing him his true path, and his true worth.
When they pulled up at the school, Father�s aide coughed
lightly. �I will pick you up here at
11:00 o�clock sharp.�
�Yes, sir.� Yami answered dully. �Thank you.�
�Have fun.� The
phrase almost sounded sincere.
�Thank you.� He
answered again, sliding out of the car.
He joined the line of students entering the gym, hearing to their
excited chatter without listening.
Flashing his student card at the door, he walked immediately to a dark
corner. He always felt better in the
dark�it made him feel like he could just vanish from the world.
The music had already started up, a fast dance mix. Swirling spotlights flashed around the gym
dizzyingly, illuminating the few brave kids already on the dance floor. Yami leaned further back into the corner,
willing himself not to feel. Not to
care�
Perhaps five minutes passed � perhaps an hour. Yami watched dully as the dance floor filled
up; a bright and cheery song boomed over the loudspeakers and a flash of
movement caught his eye.
The center of the floor cleared; someone must be holding
forth, doing some kind of fancy move, because clapping and cheering echoed
suddenly in the room. Yami blinked
slowly, coming out of his daze, poked by a hazy curiosity.
He walked across the floor,
unnoticed, towards the source of the commotion.
He could just barely make out the two dancers in the centre of the
floor, surrounded as they were by much taller kids than he. Yami managed to find a hole in the
surrounding wall of bodies and worm his way in � only to stop dead in his
tracks when he saw the dancers clearly.
The girl was pretty, with long dark
hair and flashing green eyes, a grin on her face as she gyrated with her
partner. The boy�
Yami swallowed convulsively. The boy was breathtaking. Wild spiked hair that flashed with red
highlights, gold bangs falling on either side of angelically beautiful
features, he was dressed in a silver sleeveless shirt and black jeans; spiked
wristbands and a collar completed the ensemble.
But more than the physical looks made
Yami�s limbs tremble and his heart ache.
The boy�s head was thrown back, eyes closed, those angelic features
radiant with a rapturous joy. Innocent
sensuality flowed from every graceful move of his dance. Maybe it was the silver shirt, but
illumination seemed to cling to his body like the light of Heaven. He�s so beautiful� His stomach lurched �
Yami stumbled back out of the circle of people, ignoring their clapping and
cheering, fighting the burning in his eyes and the rising lump in his
throat.
God�he�s
everything I�m not�everything I want... Yami
knew he�d fallen helplessly in love in that moment�and knew he would never be
worthy to touch this earthbound angel.
His stomach lurched again, as though it was trying to climb up his
throat. He hit the wall in his dark
corner and slid to the floor, curled in a ball of abject misery. No one would see him here � no one would care
if they did. Please�I
can�t take this anymore�I can�t�just open up and swallow me and let me fall
forever and ever and ever�
�Hey�are you okay?� A gentle voice pierced his spiraling
thoughts. Yami peeked up from his knees
to see his angel staring at him, gentle concern written on his face and in his
eyes�
Yami forgot to breathe. A thousand glimmering shades of amethyst swam
in endless pools of lambent night, drawing him into their depths to drown in
ecstasy. The world fell away, leaving
only Yami and those glorious eyes that promised bliss�
�Hey.� A
poke on his arm snapped him back to reality, the sound in the gym suddenly deafening. Yami blinked and gasped, his lungs burning
with returning oxygen. �You don�t look
good. Do you need any help?� The words were innocent; the boy couldn�t see
the truth about him. Yami took another
gulp of air and shook his head.
�It�s�it�s okay.� He managed to force the words out. �I�m just feeling a little�dizzy. I�m okay.�
�Here.� The
angel tugged insistently at Yami�s arm, gently urging him to his feet. �It�s a little warm in here�how about we step
outside, get some air?�
�You don�t have to�� Yami started.
His mind refused to function as his angel towed him outside. The cool fall air hit him like a slap in the
face, making him gasp.
�Sorry.� His angel turned,
wide eyes repentant. �Did I hurt you?�
�N..no..o.� Yami bit his cheek in frustration. I am
such an idiot�
�My name�s Yugi.� The angel smiled brightly.
�Yami.�
�Darkness? Interesting name�I think it suits you
though.� Yugi grinned at him. �Feeling any better?� He sat down on the bench he�d dragged them to,
settling down comfortably.
No.
�Yes, thank you. I guess I just needed
some fresh air, like you said.� Yami
shuffled from foot to foot. He wasn�t
very good at interpersonal communications.
The silence hung between them for a long moment, but surprisingly it
wasn�t an awkward one. Just two people
sitting outside in the night, the muted music from the dance behind them filling the air.
�Yami?� Yugi said at last, breaking the other teen
out of his daze.
�Yes?�
�You dance?�
�Erm�� Yami swallowed. �Yes, but��
Yugi laughed � a sound light and
sweet as a nightingale�s song. �I was
just curious. Have you ever noticed how
many people seem to come to dances, especially boys, and end up not dancing at
all? Seems a bit of a waste to
me.�
�I dance�a bit.� Yami admitted. �But I�m not really that good at it.�
�I bet you slow-dance well.� Yugi grinned up at him.
�N-no.� Father�s voice rang through his head. You are
not to slow dance at all!
�I love to dance. It�s the greatest thing in the world, just to
lose yourself in the music and the movement until all those
pesky thoughts in your brain go away.�
Another silence.
�Can I ask you a question?� Yami asked.
Before Yugi could reply, he rushed on.
�I�ve never seen you at the school before. Are you new?�
�Nope. I don�t go to this school � but I love to
dance so much that I take any chance I can get.
They aren�t usually too fussy as long as you have student ID from some
school.�
�Oh.� That surprised him. He never thought that someone could love
anything that much.
�Yeah. Listen, you want to go back in, or you want
to stay here? I don�t mind either way.�
�You�don�t have to stay with me, you
know.� I�m not worth the time and effort.
He probably is just looking for an excuse to go back to the dance. I
can�t blame him either.
�I don�t mind.� Yugi smiled again. He had a beautiful, sincere smile.
A slight flush running over his
face, Yami sat down beside Yugi. A
strange, fluttery feeling built in his stomach, one that he didn�t understand.
�Have�you been in Domino long?� Yami started.
His reserves of small talk were miniscule � not that Yugi seemed to mind
silence. But he was curious � after all,
who would help a total stranger like this, just to be friendly?
�No�just a few months.� Yugi cocked his ears as though listening to
something, shot him another smile and leaned forward. �Come on.
Let�s dance.�
�But�� Yami bit
his lip. He heard the music � a slow
dance tune - and sought frantically for an excuse. �I don�t know how.� Maybe he could just delay until they moved
onto a new song.
�It�s easy � here, I�ll show you.� Yugi stood, pulling
Yami to his feet. �Okay, I�ll play the girl.� He smiled mischievously as he placed Yami�s
hands on his own hips, amethyst eyes shading almost to lavender with mischief;
Yami swallowed convulsively, and it had nothing to do with nerves. His heart pounded like a war drum. Yugi placed his hands on Yami�s shoulders,
loosely twining his fingers around each other behind Yami�s neck. �Now, close your eyes and listen to the
music.�
Yami did as he was instructed, sighing as he felt Yugi
begin to sway to the faint sounds from the gym.
Yami concentrated on how they moved in tandem, slowly feeling out how
Yugi danced to the rhythm of the sound.
�Relax.� Yugi
breathed. �Just relax � don�t
think. That�s part of the trick.�
Just as he was beginning to get the knack of it, the
music died away, leaving him with Yugi standing in his arms. He opened his eyes to see that same look of
rapture on the other�s face � then those glorious eyes opened again, features
settling into a look of cat-like satisfaction.
�See? I knew you could
slow-dance.�
�Thank you.� Yami
murmured. He felt strange now � relaxed
and tense at the same time. �But we
should get back.�
�Yeah.� Yugi smiled slowly. �But�I want to dance some more. Will you dance with me again?�
�But�� The music
was faster now � how on earth did you dance to fast music with another guy? He
licked his lips as Yugi seemed to take the hesitant word for assent, because he
had dropped his hands to the front of Yami�s school jacket and was unbuttoning
it! �What are you doing?�
�Undoing your jacket.�
Yugi answered fussily, but a smile still played on one side of his mouth.
�Honestly, how do you expect to dance
dressed in this?� He flipped the jacket
off, tossing it on the bench before moving to stand behind Yami, taking the
teen�s hips in his hands. �Now close
your eyes again. I�ll show you a
different way of dancing.� Yami felt
Yugi start to guide his movements, moving his hips in an almost aggressive
thrust. �The hips are the beat.� He whispered in Yami�s ear, the hot breath
doing bad things to Yami�s awakening libido.
�Use your feet to convey the rhythm, and your hands for emphasis. Dancing is just expressing the music with
your body. Think tai chi � let the music
flow through you. Let it move you.� Yugi�s hands vanished from his hips, allowing
him to continue the motion on his own.
Tentatively he moved his feet back and forth to the rhythm.
�Good.� Feather
light touches ran over his shoulders and arms, releasing tension he didn�t even
know was there. �Now close your eyes and
relax�I�ll tell you a secret. As long as
you enjoy the music � release the tensions and thoughts that clutter your mind
� you can�t dance badly. It�s
impossible.�
�But��
�Shh. No buts�just close your eyes and listen. From ear�� -Yugi ran a light finger over the
shell of the organ, making Yami shiver - ��to the spine�� -Yami had to bite his lips to keep from
moaning as the finger traveled to the back of his neck � ��and down to the
centre of your body.� A long arm wrapped
around his chest, running that finger over his body, tagging his nipple along
the way. Helplessly Yami felt his body
start to move; he felt Yugi come up behind him, their hips moving in
tandem. His closed eyelids fluttered as
he let his brain just stop working.
Relaxing into the movement, Yami found himself dancing with a strange,
wonderful freedom. Ghostly touches ran
over his face and through his hair; without really understanding why, he let
his head drop onto Yugi�s shoulder, melting into the embrace of his partner as
Yugi wrapped warm arms around his waist.
The music changed � so did the dance, becoming slower and more heated;
it felt so good just to stop thinking and be.
Until the buzzing discordance of his
watch destroyed the moment. He
jerked out of Yugi�s grasp, blinking down at the digital readout.
10:55 pm. His ride
would be here in five minutes. He looked
at Yugi, who was watching him with his head cocked in silent query. �You have to go?�
�Yes�I�m sorry.
That was fun � thank you.�
�Hey, no problem.� Yugi helped him into his jacket � now that he
had stopped moving it was starting to get cold - and sat back down on the bench
while Yami started off towards his pick-up spot. He paused.
�S-see you around?� Yami bit his lip, waiting for a reply as he
looked over his shoulder at Yugi, who gave him a slow, glorious smile of pure
joy.
�Yeah, sure.�
Yami returned the smile.
Then his watch beeped eleven and he ran for it.
If I�m late Father
will punish me!

Yugi smiled after Yami�s retreating back, his eyes dark
and half-lidded with satisfaction. That
had been fun�and this would be both easier and harder than he thought. Seducing him would be a snap � the kid was so
bloody repressed all you had to do was give him some attention and boom! He�s putty in your hands; but then
there would be the guilt and the crying and the accusations�messy. It would be neater and more fun to get Yami to chase him�
Yugi smirked, extending his wings and drawing the veil of
his will around himself, becoming unseen to the mortals. Leaping into the air, he vanished into the
night.

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OF CHAPTER****************

Review
Replies:
Person
(aka Dark Angel of Fire Ice) Yep,
decided to move it here as well. Glad
you�re enjoying it!
Tal/Anon: Sorry if you found the first chapter slow �
the first bit is; I have to introduce the characters, after all! But that was the shortest chapter � the rest
are all at least twice and ofter three times that
length. Hope you choose to keep reading!
Kitten:
Yeah, I�ve noticed that. So when the plotbunny was put up for adoption by a friend of mine, I
jumped on it.
Devious
Lil Devil: I like stories about incubi as well. And seme
Yugi. ;)
Lady
Laren: The role-reversal seems to be a draw for this
story � people should do it more often!
It�s a challenge to do this and still keep the characters IC, though.
Stormy
Haven: Oh, he has indeed. It�ll take a
little work to bring it out, but when Yugi breaks those walls�
Yaoigoddess: Nice to see another fan from
FF.net. At least here I can post up the
lemon that goes at the end of Chapter 7!
Kenz: Well, since I have 11 chapters written, and am
working on the 12^th, I don�t think you have to worry about that�at
least as long as the site will let me load. :)
Yami
Seirei: Another YXYY fan, eh? Well I hope you enjoy this!

AN:
Just so everyone knows, I�ll be posting a new chapter up about once a week,
barring problems, until I catch up with the FF.net version � afterwards, I�ll
be posting concurrently with that.

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