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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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*The plotbunny � now dubbed Usagi -
is sitting calmly on Yami Shadowdancer�s
lap, eating a carrot, while Lee-Ann types frantically.
�Finally! Done!� Lee-Ann holds up the paper from the printer
in triumph. �And that�s the last of my
homework!�
�Good.� Yami
Shadowdancer walks over and places Usagi, carrot and
all, in Lee-Ann�s lap. �Now I believe
you have some people out there who want the next chapter.�
Usagi looks up with his
puppy-dog eyes and wrinkles his nose.*

DISCLAIMER: I don�t own YuGiOh, nor do I own the basic
plot � the story is mine, however. This
is all Usagi-loves-Duochan and my yami�s
fault, damnit�

Hmmm
� seven reviews for chapter 2. Well, I grant
you it is a slow chapter. Hope this
picks things up a bit. Enjoy!

Thanks
to everyone who read and reviewed!

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Chapter
3 � Secrets in the Dark

*Yami
looked up at the beautiful face of Yugi, desire racing through his veins. He was naked to his lover�s gaze, unashamed as
Yugi traced his chest and stomach with a loving hand, finally coming to rest on
his erect manhood. Yami groaned as
pleasure shivered through his flesh, groaning again as Yugi�s hand started to
move, gently squeezing and massaging the warm, hard flesh. The motion grew faster and faster, while Yami
writhed in absolute bliss. He was so
close�
�More.� He panted, a tongue licking across his dry lips. �Please�I�m gonna come�� Yugi
smiled like the sun coming up and leaned over, kissing him gently.
�Anything you say, koibito.�
The pleasure peaked, his seed erupting forth with a cry
of ecstasy�*

The alarm clock buzzed, waking Yami
to a grim reality and a sticky mess. He
rolled out of bed with the ease of long practice, slipping into his ensuite to clean himself off and bring a wet cloth to erase
the evidence of his dream.
Every night. Every night since he had met Yugi, Yami
dreamed of having sex with his beautiful angel.
Every morning he woke with a mess to clean and a strange feeling of both
being satisfied and wanting more. He
shivered in the morning air, dressing quickly and making his bed so that no one
would find the wet spot on the sheets.
Thankfully, he no longer had to suffer under the punishment his father
had decreed � the last of the five days had passed.
Not that it would
make much of a difference � word of his breakup with Anzu had gotten around the
school; she was one of the popular girls, so now no one would talk to him
anyways. Unless he ran
into Yugi�
Yami quashed the thought.
{He goes to a different school�I�ll probably never see him again until
the next mandatory dance�} Despair settled
in the pit of his stomach as he walked out of the room towards his breakfast.
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Yugi watched Yami through the window that evening,
absently worrying a leaf into tiny pieces.
Something wasn�t right.
For the past five days he�d been shadowing Yami everywhere, even
watching him sleep at night, and the boy had not so much as said word one to
anyone unless directly addressed the whole time.
When he�d returned Yami�s jacket at the dance, he had
slipped his phone number in the pocket. Not
subtle, but sometimes you needed to give the quiet ones a push. He�d watched as Yami had found it before
putting that jacket in the laundry�watched as Yami carefully pulled out his
glasses and put them on, reading the note�then watched in shock as Yami put the
note in the toilet in his ensuite and flushed.
{Damnit, I know he�s
interested. He�s been having wet dreams
every night, and I know they�ve had me in them!} His hearing was good enough to pick up the
mutters and moans as Yami dreamed, so Yugi had a pretty good idea what was
happening. Why wouldn�t the infuriating
mortal do anything about it? He was
allowed to date � he�s been dating Anzu, right?
And it wasn�t like the note had been explicit � just �call me if you
want to talk.�
He settled back on the tree branch to think as he watched
Yami do his homework. He found his thoughts drifting off as he
watched every little motion�the way Yami would tap his fingers on the desk when
he thought, the way he shifted a little in the chair, the way he would run his
tongue over his lips, leaving a glistening trail of moisture� The incubus groaned, feeling himself harden
at the thought of what that tongue might do to him.
�What�s gotten into me?�
Yugi shook off the daydream. Yami
wasn�t the only one having fantasies � Yugi had gotten to the point where
looking at the other turned him on.
{This is ridiculous.}
He pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed up Yami�s home
number. {I have to get him out of the
house and alone for a bit. Maybe he�s
just really, really shy?}
�Moshi moshi. Motou Kyoshori
speaking.�
�Hello.� Yugi
adjusted the handset a bit. �May I speak
to Yami please?�
A pause on the line. �There is no Yami here. Goodbye.�
Then a click.
Yugi stared at the cel in shock. {What
the fuck?}
Not thirty seconds later, Yami�s bedroom door opened and
one of the servants came in, telling the teenager that he was wanted in the
study. Yami�s face drained of all
colour, before he nodded. Standing, he
stopped in front of the mirror, making sure that his appearance was perfect
before he slipped out of his room.
Curious, Yugi went immaterial and followed.
The house followed the pattern of Yami�s bedroom -
impersonal. Yugi stopped at the door
with Yami, watching as he knocked, entering on the muffled answer. The demon slipped in behind him.
�Yami Motou, have you been
speaking to anyone these five days? Have
you given out my home phone number?�
�No, Father.� Yami
stood at perfect attention. Yugi
blinked. {He wasn�t allowed to speak to
anyone for the last five days?}
�Then explain to me why I just received a phone call
asking for you.�
Yami blinked.
�I�don�t know, Father. Perhaps it
was the school?�
Kyoshori walked around the desk towards his son. Yugi studied him � a short man, shorter even
than his son, with narrow brown eyes and black hair cut in the traditional
businessman�s style. He wore an
expensive suit; his shoes shone with fresh polish. His expression reminded Yugi of spoiled
espresso beans - bitter and tough, harsh on the tongue.
�I think you�re lying to me.� Kyoshori murmured
quietly. �I think you have disobeyed my
rules.� He picked up a sheaf of paper
lying on the desk and ripped them into shreds, throwing them into Yami�s face �
the teenager winced, but otherwise didn�t move.
�Which means this report you did for me is a pack of lies. Kneel, boy.�
Yami knelt as Yugi watched in growing horror and
guilt. Yami was to be punished for
getting a simple phone call?
�What do you have to say for yourself?�
The words spilled from Yami�s mouth with all the emotion
of a robot; Yugi found the guilt giving way to anger as he listened.
When the recitation had finished � and how often had Yami
been forced to repeat those words? � Kyoshori leaned down beside his son.
�I do not forgive you.
I will not show mercy this time, unworthy one; obviously it is wasted on
you.�
�Father�� Yami�s
tone shook, as though he was fighting back tears.
�Do NOT speak out of turn.�
Yami winced. Yugi
felt his lips curling up in a silent growl.
His rage strengthened his daemonic aspects � he could feel the fangs and
claws of his infernal heritage manifesting, begging to rip the heart from that
monster, to watch his blood drip to the floor in slow agonizing rivulets�
Yugi reigned in his temper. As much as he wanted to, manifesting here and
ripping Yami�s father to shreds was not the best way to gain the boy�s
trust. He would have to be more patient. Slowly a cold rage overtook the hot burning
anger, clearing his mind.
�You will not be leaving this house for a month.� Kyoshori pronounced. �You will not leave your room � you will not
speak to anyone, nor will anyone speak to you.
You will spend four hours in here each morning, kneeling; you will not
make a sound nor will you move. Is that
understood?�
�Yes, Father.�
Yami�s voice never quavered � he sounded like a zombie.
�What do you say?�
�Thank you, Father.
This is better than I deserve.�
{mustnotkill
mustnotkill}
Yugi growled silently as Yami went to stand.
�One more thing.� Kyoshori interjected � Yami sank to the floor
again. �Since you have decided to cast
aside the relationship with Anzu that your mother went to so much trouble to
arrange, you will not be allowed to speak with a girl, nor will you be
attending any dances, until a suitable mate can be found for you. Is that understood?�
�Yes, Father.
Thank you, Father.�
�You may go.�

Yami
rose and walked out of the room.
Kyoshori sat down behind the desk, picking up his paperwork as though
nothing had happened.
�I know you cannot hear me, mortal.� Yugi spat.
�But we have a new game now � I will take your son from you. I will take him and release him from the ties
you have bound his spirit with, and the next time you see him, he will treat
you like the tiny, stupid, foolish man that you are � and when you see what
your son has become, I will shatter your mind and heart in revenge for what you
have done to him.� The incubus growled
and left the room to the oblivious human.

By the time Yugi made his way back to Yami�s window, the
teenager was sitting on his bed, unmoving, his features holding no
expression.
{I have to get him out of here.} Yugi thought.
{I have to take him somewhere else�somewhere safe.} With a flexing of his powers, he allowed
himself to become visible in �human� form.
This would take a performance worthy of a Shakespearian actor. He took a deep breath, then
knocked softly on the glass.
Yami looked over at him and Yugi almost fell out of the
tree. His eyes had gone nearly black -
dead, the fire buried under a weight of unfathomable despair. With a motion that held all the life of a
zombie, Yami walked over to the window and opened it. Yugi blushed artistically.
�Hi!� he chirped. �Sorry
about this, but when your father hung up one me, I got the feeling�what�s
wrong?�
Yami stumbled back to the bed, sitting down
abruptly. His eyes glimmered with unshed
tears, head and hands shaking before he suddenly curled up in a fetal position,
facing away from Yugi. The demon climbed
into the room, walking over to the mortal and touching him comfortingly on the
shoulder. Yami winced away from the
touch.
�Yami�what�s wrong?
Please, did I do something to offend you?�
No answer. Not
even a twitch now from the figure on the bed.
�Yami�� Yugi bit
his lip. �Please, talk to me.�
Still no answer. Yugi tried touching Yami again, this time
succeeding. He moved around until he
could see the teenager�s face, which was blank, his gaze unseeing.
�I can�t.� Yami
murmured, as though to himself. Yami
seriously doubted he realized he was speaking aloud. �I can�t.
I�m not allowed � Father is punishing me. Father will��
�Is this because I called you?�
Still no visual response. �Yes��
Yami sighed. Yugi guessed now
that in his mind Yami could get away with talking to himself. �It�s not your fault- you couldn�t know, my tenshi. You couldn�t know that it would make Father
angry.�
�I�m sorry.� Yugi
reached out, stroking back Yami�s hair.
He didn�t have to feign the guilt in his voice. �I didn�t mean to hurt you. I�just wanted to see you again.�
Yami twitched. His
eyes grew wide, and for the first time he looked directly at the demon. �You wanted�to see�me?� he
asked incredulously, before suddenly realizing what he had done and curling
into an even tighter ball.
�Yes.� Yugi was
shocked to find real tears in his own eyes.
It wasn�t right for Yami to be so small, so broken. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to
gather him up in his arms and tell him that it would be alright� �After our dance, I couldn�t get you out of
my head.� Truth again; a truth he hadn�t
even admitted to himself. �I�m
sorry. I�ll go now.�
�No.� Yami
whimpered. �Please � I�m so tired of
being alone��
Yugi paused.
Maybe�it was worth a try. �Then
come with me.�
�What?� Yami shook
his head in denial. �I can�t�Father
will��
�Your father can�t punish you if you aren�t here.� Yugi murmured, drawing Yami�s face around so
they met eye to eye. He exerted his aura
of fascination, pitching his voice into a low, hypnotic drone. �Come with me�you�ll never have to face
punishment again. I promise�you will
never be punished again. Just come�come
with me��
Yami�s eyes slowly glazed over as he stared at the
incubus. Yugi watched the magic take
hold of Yami�s mind; standing up, he backed towards the window. Yami rose
sluggishly, his eyes never leaving Yugi, who held out his hand. Yami grasped it and the spell locked in
place. Yami�s eyes half-closed; his mind
retreated into some blissful dream.
Running a hand down the teenager�s cheek, Yugi nodded in
satisfaction. The aura of fascination
didn�t work on anyone who wasn�t willing, on some level, to comply; kind of
like hypnotism, but more powerful. Which
meant that Yami wanted to go with him � and that meant his spirit wasn�t broken
completely. Bent and twisted, but not
broken.
�Follow me.� The
demon ordered quietly, slipping out the window, Yami following. Yugi grinned wickedly � round one to him.

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Yugi led his companion to the train station, stopping on
the way for some food to go. They caught
the last train out of Domino
City, which meant the
place was nearly deserted. Yugi sat Yami
down on a seat and plopped a bento box in his lap. �Eat.�
He murmured. The teenager
complied woodenly. He hated keeping Yami
like this, but it would be safest until they got to his apartment � then Yami
could freak out without causing a public scene.
Yami would be very unhappy with him � but hopefully not
so angry that Yugi couldn�t work something out.
He was more concerned with getting Yami out of that house than seducing
him � he wanted to keep him safe and well, even if he never slept with
him. The demon glanced out the window at
the darkness speeding by, confused by his own
feelings.
When Yami had finished with the food, Yugi reached over
and touched him gently between the eyes.
�Sleep.�
He ordered.
The mortal�s eyes drifted completely closed and his body
relaxed, collapsing in a boneless heap.
Yugi arranged him carefully on the seats.
�Oi, Yugi!� The voice that hailed him drew his attention
away from Yami towards the two white-haired people coming down the train
aisle. Most would think they were twins,
but Yugi knew better � he smiled at the mated demon pair.
�Hey�Ryou, Bakura. How goes it?�
Ryou smiled back, running a hand through his thick mane
of white hair. He was a �storm-child�, a
demon who drew his power from weather systems. The larger demon beside him grinned wickedly at
Yugi, then turned his attention to the sleeping
Yami. �Nice catch, Yugioh.� He smirked.
Bakura was a gaki, a Japanese vampire-demon
who fed on mortal pain. �Where did you
get him?� He reached over, running a
light finger over Yami�s cheek. �He�s in
emotional agony.�
�Hands off, �Kura.�
Ryou ordered, but gently. He
smiled at his mate. �It's rude to touch
another�s prize. He�s beautiful,
Yugi.�
�Yes, he is.� A
thought occurred to him. �Hey, Bakura �
can you consume any of his pain without actually hurting him?�
�I supposed � I�ve never tried.� The gaki
shrugged. �It tastes better if it hurts
as I feed.�
�I imagine.� Yugi
hadn�t even thought about it, but since he wanted to ask the touchy demon a favour� �Listen � could you try, please? His pain is consuming him, and I don�t want
to have him damaged. Please?� He unleashed the full effects of his amethyst
eyes on the demon, who winced.
�Fine � but only because you�re a
friend of Ryou�s.� Bakura knelt
beside Yami and took his hand, hissing in pleasure as he �fed� on the
emotions. Yami didn�t even wince. �He�ll sleep like a dead man for the next day
or so.� Bakura informed Yugi, his blue
eyes half-lidded with satiated pleasure.
�Thanks.� Yugi
smiled at them both, then frowned at Ryou�s suddenly
serious expression. �What�s wrong?�
Ryou glanced at his mate.
�Bakura?�
The gaki gestured, casting a
spell of unseeing and unhearing. Yugi�s
frown grew deeper, and his eyes glittered with true concern; the shield was not
set against mortals, but against demons.
Ryou reached over and squeezed his mate�s hand in
thanks. �Listen, Yugi. There is a reason we decided to drop by � Asmodeous is after your hide.�
�I know � that�s why I�m hanging around in the human
realm for a while.�
The white-haired demon shook his head. �You don�t understand. The consort you seduced��
�Sierra.�
��Sierra is pregnant, and Asmodeous
is not the father. She claims you are.�
�That�s ridiculous.
I�m not stupid enough to impregnate a Demon Lord�s consort.� Yugi huffed, insulted. Every incubus could and did control the
virility of their seed � or else there would be a lot of half-demon children
running around.
�I know that, and you know that, and Ryou knows that, but
Asmodeous isn�t thinking straight.� Bakura said bluntly. �He�s sent hunter demons after you�the twins.�
Yugi felt his face draining of colour. �Crap.
Marik and Malik?�
�Yes.� Ryou
answered solemnly for his mate. Yugi
winced.
Marik and Malik � twin hunter demons, they were known
for their extraordinary skill at tracking down anything, human or demon, as
well as their extreme brutality. They
would never give up � not if they chased him to the ends of the earth.
�Lay low.� Bakura
advised bluntly. �You might want to dump
the mortal and find a deep, dark hole somewhere.�
Yugi glanced at Yami, sleeping peacefully. He shook his head. �I can�t.�
He reached over, stroking the teenager�s cheek gently. �He trusted me enough to leave his home
because I asked him to, even if I had to enchant him in the process � that
makes him my responsibility, at least until he can stand on his own two
feet.� He looked up at the white-haired
demons with a small smile. �Thank you
for the warning.�
Bakura simply dismissed the shield, while Ryou gave a
small nod and soft smile. They left
wordlessly, leaving Yugi to his thoughts.
He couldn�t abandon Yami.
The very thought of leaving him made his chest constrict. {And I will not abandon my game.} He thought of Yami�s father and his eyes
hardened. {Even if it cost me my life,
this game I will win.}
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