First Things First: I guess I should start as always by saying thank you for the reviews… and thank you for not threatening to murder me. I feel the need to clear a few things up, because I know everyone is probably gravely concerned. Number one, I am definitely a huge fan of the pairing, and Seto is probably my favorite character…not to say I enjoy abusing Yami in his place, certainly not. I only began writing this as a test to myself…to see where I could go creatively…I do have a precise plan for this story…even though right now it does seem like this is going to end very badly. Secondly, this will NOT turn into a death fic. There are a lot of illusions to death, but there’s a reason behind it…and no Yami will not wind up starving to death either. Next, I actually love and hate this fic too. I love the idea of a toxic relationship, I hate the idea of it destroying lives like it has. I almost feel compiled to write this… I’m writing faster than I have in years… and it’s scaring me… Fourth, the driving force behind this story is the idea of two very strong personalities colliding…why is it that Yami NEEDS pain so badly, why is it that Seto feels the NEED to dominate Yami the way he does? There is more here than love. And there is more here than hate. No this is not a love story, in the traditional sense… I won’t even claim it’s a story about love… as the chapters have continued, and things have gotten progressively worse for these two you have to wonder… emotions, true blue emotions are indescribable. So what happens to two people who hate each other so much… but seem to have deep caring for each other? I guess this story happens…Yes, we’re nearing the end…I just have to finish this… as much of strain as this story is to read… contrasting emotions…ups and downs… it’s even more of a struggle to write… I like writing it… I hate writing it… I NEED to write it… wow, I sound like Seto and Yami… This chapter depressed the shit out of me…I’m in a very dark… and sad mood right now…so I’m going to reread the ending to make myself feel better. Thanks again for all the reviews… thanks in advance for reviewing this chapter…
Song notes: The chapter title is from Salt N Peppa, but the song itself doesn’t fit… The Creed song is for Seto and the Blue Oyster Cult song is for Yami… for fairly obvious reasons as the chapter progresses… Yes, I know, (Don’t fear) The Reaper is as suicidal as a song can get… but really I’m not thinking of it in those terms… all will be clear very soon…
Disclaimer: Just did inventory of all my worldly possessions… No YGOs, songs, or lyrics… Fuck.
Chapter 6: Let’s Talk About Sex
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me
‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six
Ain’t so far down
Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six
Ain’t so far down
Please come now I think I’m falling
I’m holding on to all I think is safe
~ One Last Breath
Creed
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain… we can be like they are
Come on baby… don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand… don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly… don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
~ (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Blue Oyster Cult
Bakura yawned. Yami would have to come out of Seto Kaiba’s house eventually. He was getting tired of waiting. Once Yami finally emerged he’d make his move. He had already gotten all the evidence he could possibly need.
Whatever was going on with them, things had escalated to more than a fuck or two.
They had had a blow out fight in the street the other day…they were screaming, saying it was over, and then…as if nothing had happened they were hugging. Seto and Yami, hugging? The thought made him squirm. Whatever had transpired between them, Bakura had been sure to get pictures.
He’d tell the Pharaoh, watch him squirm… and then… then the real fun would commence.
Of course, he wasn’t sure exactly what the real fun was going to be. He had tried to flesh it out…but for some reason he just didn’t know what he wanted to do. He figured as soon as he told Yami that he knew it would come to him. It wasn’t long now…soon…very very soon.
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Crimson eyes met puffy royal blue. Had Seto been? No impossible. The CEO of Kaiba Corp… the cold, emotionless CEO of the major international company would never…Seto Kaiba wouldn’t… he didn’t…
Cry.
And then the pain shot up his back. He must have made a face because Seto reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of medication. Yami instinctively tried to sit up and realized he couldn’t. Seto looked at him sadly, before reaching over and propping Yami up onto the pillows, Yami still lying on his side.
Yami took the two pills he was offered and the glass of water.
He swallowed them and continued drinking the clear beverage. Seto watched Yami intensely, not sure what could possibly be said. Nothing would ever be alright with them again…He had crossed the line…gone too far…he had hurt the one person in his life besides Mokuba he never thought he could harm. So they sat…the silence filled with everything said once, said a thousand times over:
“That hurt, Seto?” Yami teased, hissing in Seto’s ear.
“Yes…it hurts. Shit…it hurts you bastard…”
“Moan, Bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
“Moan!”
“I could make dinner, if you want. Unless you want to stop and get something,” Yami was resting against Seto, calm and collected.
“Don’t go through too much trouble cooking. I don’t want you to tire yourself out.”
“Jerk…” Yami teased. Giving Seto a kiss, as he continued to nuzzle his neck.
“I’m going to make you choke to death on my cum, you bitch.”
“You’re enjoying every second of this, you tease. You make me do this to you. You’re just too irresistible not to torment.”
“Die a thousand deaths, you rich piece of shit…”
“I love you too, baby.”
“It’s well after 11, you’re late.”
“The beauty of my job is, that I own Kaiba Corp. I’m not going to get yelled at for being late. Now stop fighting me and eat, you know you’ll get sick if you don’t have a full stomach when you take pain medication.”
“I’m glad you’re so concerned about my pain,” Yami mumbled, crossing his hands over his chest like he were five.
“Fuck you, Yami. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”
Yami laughed, cruelly. “Poor Seto, all worked up and nowhere to go.”
“I swear to God, Yami…I’m going to…”
“Sit there and shut up. If you want even the slightest chance of coming tonight I suggest you do as I say, otherwise, Bitch, you’re going to be sitting there until morning.”
Yami was trembling, tears still rolling out of his eyes.
“Oh gods, Baby.” He scooped Yami up into his arms, moving enough so that he was leaning against the bed for support. Yami grabbed Seto and held him, clinging onto his lifeline for all he was worth. “Baby…it’s over now…”
“Don’t let me go…please, Seto…please…I need you to hold me…”
“Never…I’ll never let you go..”
“Don’t, Seto… I need you…more than anything.”
“I won’t let you go. Baby, do you understand… never.”
“Shut up and take me…hard.”
“I told you I want you on your hands and knees…”
“You prick…you’re two seconds from me taking you…so I suggest you shut the fuck up…”
“Just for that, Baby, I’m going to make you beg for it.” Seto unwrapped Yami’s legs from his waist, and forced Yami onto his stomach. Yami panted, already worked up. “Get up…”
“You clean up nicely. It’s nice to see you when you’re not covered in semen.” Yami smirked.
“I forgot how gorgeous you look in white, Dragon,” Yami thought, meeting the crystal clear eyes looking in his direction.
“What happened to “sexy”?” Seto asked, mockingly.
“Now what kind of business lunch would that be if I were calling you that?” They smiled at each other.
“You’re a tease, Baby.”
“Seto…I…I can’t…I’m dying inside…”
“Me too, Baby…Gods, me too…”
“Hold me.”
“Yami, baby… please…oh gods… please… Yami…I’m…oh gods…baby… I’m so sorry… Yami…”
“I’m in love with you, Seto Kaiba…”
“YAMI.”
“Did somebody come to look at me last night, or was that a hallucination?” Seto looked at the other and nodded. “He the one who gave you those?” Yami gestured to the bottle sitting on the end table. Seto nodded again. “Can I have some more water, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Seto got up and headed to the mini fridge on the other side of his room. He pulled out a bottle and refilled Yami’s glass. “Thank you, Dragon…” Yami took the glass to his lips and swallowed hard. Seto watched him. “I guess the doctor said I was going to be okay?” Seto nodded.
The doctor had patched up a few other wounds and did quick checks to make sure Yami wasn’t still bleeding. He had something to the effect that “this could have been worse.” Seto didn’t buy it, but he supposed the fact that Yami didn’t need to be rushed into the hospital was a good sign. The doctor had given Seto some pain killers and some other instructions… Yami would be okay… he just needed to time to heal…but Seto knew that would never really happen… at least not emotionally…
“Please…Seto. Say something, say anything.”
“What would you like me to say, Yami…” Seto shuddered at the sound of his own voice. His heart was already shattered in a million pieces…and it sounded as if his voice had also shattered…
“I blame myself for what happened, Seto,” Yami began, looking at him, his eshowshowing the physical and emotional pain going through his body.
“Do not try to comfort me, Yami.”
“I am simply stating how I feel.”
“I do not care how you feel.” Yami looked down. Seto looked away, hoping more tears wouldn’t try to fall…he had shed enough tears for this other person… he couldn’t do it again.
“You have every right for hating me for what I made you do.”
“Fuck you, Yami. Just fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you… fuck you…I…why…fuck you…” Seto’s words were trailing off, falling apart… he was falling apart… “I fucking hate you, Yami…I fucking…” He was whispering, he was heaving…he was…he was dying…
“Seto…”
“Do not say anything… please… just don’t…” A shaky hand grabbed a clump of sable hair and Seto pulled, hard… anything to keep him from breaking down again.
“Seto… please…”
“Please what, Yami! Please what!” Seto looked at him, unaware a single tear had escaped his azure eyes.
“I’m sorry…”
“Why, just fucking tell me why…” He was angry… he was heartbroken…he was dying…
Yami’s eyes closed at the question. More eternally long moments past.
“I asked you a question.”
The wine colored eyes reopened, and it was Yami’s turn to cry. “It’s too late for me, Seto… I died last night…”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Right before I passed out, when you…when you saw what I had made you do to me…I figured out what the Hell was wrong with me…”
“How can we fix this?”
“I only said I know the cause. There is no solution.”
“Bullshit. If you know the reason why then this can be fixed.”
“Nothing can fix this, Seto.”
“What are you talking about? What the Hell is it, Yami?”
“I’m in love with you.” Seto could feel himself wanting to dry heave. It hadn’t been a delusion…Yami had meant it… he had… Yami… in love with him…this self-proclaimed tortured soul was in love with him?
And he felt the same way…
He was going to be sick again…he was going to die. Right there… Love? This was fucking LOVE.
“Don’t ever say that to me ever again, ever…” It wasn’t the reaction Yami was expecting… he didn’t expect to hear an “I love you” in return… but then again, the way Seto reacted when Yami called him baby that day should have told him something.
“Seto, listen…”
“Shut the fuck up… SHUT UP…”
“I do love you.”
“Fuck you…”
“I love you, Seto.”
“Don’t fucking fuck with me… don’t….”
“I love you.”
“Don’t…don’t love me, Yami…”
“I hate you so much I love you and vice versa.”
“Just… shut up…shut the fuck up…”
“This is bigger than the both of us, Seto…”
“Fuck you.”
“If you don’t come to terms with this like I have you’ll never heal.” Seto looked at Yami abruptly, his eyes narrowed, he was breathing so hard his whole body was trembling.
“Come to terms with this? Come to fucking terms with this? I could have fucking killed you last night… Do you understand that… I’m out of fucking control around you. Come to terms… fuck it…what would you like me to say… that I’m in love with you? That I love you enough to hurt you? What the fuck is that saying, Yami…this is a sick situation…a situation I want no part of…fuck you…fuck this…”
“I forgive you for all the pain.”
“I don’t give a shit what you forgive. This is your fault…you made me this way…”
“I know, Seto.”
“And you love me…fuck you. Fuck you…this isn’t love…this is…”
“It’s not hate either, Seto…”
“You’re fucked up… I’m fucked up…”
“And don’t you want to understand the why?”
“We’re fucked up because we’re in love?”
“We’re fucked up because this will never be.” Seto looked at him for an explanation. “We’re fated, Seto. People like us don’t fall in love. This can never work between us. We can’t go out for dinner and a movie. You can’t kiss me in the hallway at school. We can’t double date with Yugi and Ryou. I love you so much that I hate you. That’s what’s driving this…I have these intense emotions, all bundled up inside of me. All these scars on my body, Seto… all to heal the scar on my heart.”
“But you hate me, Yami.”
“I do. I do hate you, Seto… this isn’t about love or hate.”
“What?”
“A little piece of me died last night. I’ve never been that close to death.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“I didn’t expect you to get it.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, do you have any idea how suicidal you sound right now?”
“This isn’t about life or death, Seto.”
“I don’t… I don’t fucking understand…”
“Yes, you do. You just don’t like my answer.” Crimson locked with blue. “Nobody ever said this was a love story, Seto.”
“I hate you, Yami. I’ve always hated you. I always will.”
“Until you want to deal with your feelings you’re only going to be consumed by the pain, Seto. I was last night…that’s why I wanted you to hurt me like that…I wanted you to save me…”
“Hurt me…to take the pain away…” Yami breathed…his voice was so low Seto barely heard it…
But it was loud enough to wake the last bit of his sanity out of its temporary hibernation…
Seto pulled out…the sensation causing him to come against his will.
Yami moaned in agony…between sobs…
Blue eyes met watery crimson orbs before they journeyed to the proof of his brutality…
Everything on him was red…the same eerie color of Yami’s eyes…
“Oh gods…Yami…” Seto looked at the tears in his lover’s eyes and shed a few more of his own. “Baby…”
“I’m not your baby, Seto…I can never be your baby…”
“I…don’t…”
“Hate and love are not separate emotions…they’re jumbled up as one thing…at least as it pertains to us…”
“What are you saying?”
“Last night…all that pain you inflicted…I needed it because it was my last chance at salvation…I thought that if you hurt me bad enough any love I had for you would disappear.”
“Yami…”
“It didn’t work…as the pain shot up my spine, as I felt my dizziness overcome me…I knew that I could never hate you enough to take away the love. I’m a slave to this.”
“Then what the Hell does that mean, Yami?”
“I can’t be saved, Seto. This can’t have a happy ending…”
“Why can’t you be saved, why can’t I save you?”
“I’m a tragic figure…”
“Bullshit. You put yourself in that role, you martyred yourself…”
“Seto…it’s over.”
“Fuck you. You just sit there and tell me you love me and now you’re telling me it’s over?”
“I only said you had to come to terms with it, Dragon. I never said you had to understand it.”
“Come to terms with what? That you refuse to be happy?”
“I’m only doing what you’re too afraid to do. Seto, let’s be honest with ourselves. You do hate me, I hate you. Any love you have for me is so tangled up in hate that it’s defiled. We can’t be together…even if you weren’t Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp. Every time you maintain an intense sexual relationship you run the risk of someone getting feelings. In this case…all the animosity we felt for each other and all the love manifested into this…and this thing…it can’t be fixed, Seto.”
“So that’s it then?”
“What do you want me to say? Do you think I’m happy things have turned out like this? I’m sorry you’re losing your cum slut, Seto.”
“I fucking hate you so fucking much. I truly hate you. You have no idea.”
“Seto, you have to deal with this.”
“I don’t want to deal with this…”
“What would you like to happen? You want me to be your boyfriend…you want us to go on dates? Play house?”
“Don’t flatter yourself…I never said anything about wanting to be with you.”
“Then what would you like us to do? This can’t continue…you know that as well as I do. You’re angry that this is out of your control. It’s out of my control too…”
“And this being over…this will save you, Yami?”
“I’m passed being saved.”
“So what then? You commit suicide? I don’t understand what the outcome is supposed to be. We get out before anyone else gets hurt? News flash, Yami…we’re both already hurt. How will this fix the problem? Do you think you’re the only one who has scars on his heart, Yami?”
“Then tell me what you suggest then? Fuck you, Seto. Fuck you. You know this is done… you knew it was done last night…everything since that first time was leading up to that moment…Why are you making it out like I want this…I don’t think I’ll ever get over this… I don’t even know who I fucking was before you… Don’t turn me into the bad guy…”
“You didn’t ar myr my fucking question.”
“It’s done. Okay. It’s fucking done. Put back up your walls, hide all your vulnerability and go back to being Seto Kaiba. It should be easy enough for you, you’ve been that way all your life.”
“Answer my fucking question…”
“Fuck you…”
“Answer the goddamn question!”
“What question!”
“Do you think you’re the only one with a scarred heart? Do you think I don’t feel like you fucking do?”
“It’s a fucking toxic situation…it’s sick… you said it you’re fucking self. It doesn’t matter if you love me in return…it doesn’t matter if you have a scarred heart too…it isn’t going to work… it never fucking will…If you can tell me how this can possibly end happily I’ll be all for it… if we stay in this situation…I will die, Seto…my soul has already turned black…if it ends I’ll probably never heal…so you tell me…you give me a suggestion…”
Seto didn’t answer.
“Yes, Seto… I love and hate you…yes, you love and hate me…and yes, it’s over. Scarred heart…scarred body…scarred soul…it’s all fucking over…” Yami’s tears were streaming down his face now. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t say you’re sorry.”
“I am.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yes, fuck me, Seto… fuck me, fuck you, fuck this…” Yami’s hand stroked his dragon’s face. “Fuck me for loving you…fuck me for hating you…fuck it all, Seto…fuck it all…” His voice dropped, his eyes staring into blue. “Tell me how to fix this…tell me I’m wrong…”
“Baby…”
“You’ll always be my sexy dragon, Seto…”
“Don’t, just don’t say it. No “I’ll always love you” bullshit… as much as you love me you hate me…and you can’t deny that you do..”
“I do, Seto…” Seto leaned in…Yami sobbed…tears leaked into his mouth…he could taste the salt, the anguish…the despair…the love…the hate…life…death…everything…nothing… They would never be the same again…Seto had done more than just chain him to his bed…he had chained his soul…he’d never get through this…he’d never be the same…
It was the gentlest kiss Seto had ever given him.
This would never be okay again…this would never be fine. Was it possible to die from a broken heart? Fuck it…fuck everything…fuck Yami…fuck him…the first in last time he ever fell in love…the last time he ever got this close to anyone…He couldn’t just love him…his love was tainted…twisted…he would never heal from this…
Please, Seto…don’t let the kiss end…ever. Don’t stop holding me…don’t stop…No, stop kissing me…don’t…I can’t…I’m going to die from this…
Baby…Gods…I hate you…I hate you for this…No matter what else I feel…the hate will always be there…I don’t want to stop kissing you…let me kiss you until the end of forever…
It ended…
“I won’t hurt you again, Yami…” Seto blinked a few tears back… he was angry…he was sad…he was…he was still dying…
“Nill ill I hurt you.” Yami let a few last tears fall. As soon as he could stand up he was leaving…maybe if he were lucky he could get hit by a car on the way home…
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“I don’t know what possessed you to try making flap jacks, Honey, you’re not very good at flipping them in the air.” Yugi was bending over, trying to get the half cooked batter off the kitchen floor.
“I usually am good at it… I’m distracted…”
“Sure you are…”
“Oh shut up, Ryou…” Yugi’s face darkened.
“What?”
“It’s Yami…something happened to him… I can feel it…”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know…there’s so much pain, Ryou…what if…what if his boyfriend did something to him last night?”
“Let me see if I can find Bakura…” Ryou searched, called, praying his yami was somewhere. Ryou spoke mentally for a moment and looked back at his boyfriend. “Bakura’s at Yami’s boyfriend’s house right now.”
“What really? He figured out who it is?”
“Yes, come on…we’ll go see what’s happened to him.” Ryou was running out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to get dressed.
“Wait, how are we getting there?”
“I’m driving.”
“To where? Bakura give you directions too?”
“I already know how to get there, Yugi.”
“It’s…it’s someone we know?” Ryou nodded then looked back at the pile of clothes on his floor. “Who is it?”
“Honey…”
“No, just tell me who’s been hurting Yami… tell me Ryou.”
“It’s Seto Kaiba.” Yugi searched Ryou’s face frantically. “Tell me you’re lying…” Ryou looked down. “Oh gods, Yami… why would Seto do this to him…”
“We don’t know what’s been going on…there’s no reason to jump to conclusions just….wait… Bakura says Yami’s leaving Kaiba’s house…he’s going to bring him back here…” Yugi collapsed back onto the bed.
“Yugi, Honey, it’s going to be okay.”
“No, it’s not…it’s not going to be okay…”
“We’ll talk to Yami when he comes…we just have to wait for him.” Yugi looked at Ryou, then away. Ryou held his boyfriend, and did the best he could to comfort him.
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“Hey, did you hear a word I just said, Yami?” Bakura was chasing after Yami as Yami slipped into his car. Bakura opened the passenger seat and sat down. “Yami!”
Yami turned to regard the other spirit and Bakura suddenly wished he hadn’t gotten into the vehicle.
“What the Hell happened to you?” Bakura began, looking away from the look on Yami’s face. He looked about ready to kill someone… but at the same time he looked like he was about to die… “Yami?”
“I take it my aibou would like to see me now…” Yami’s voice was distant. He took off towards Ryou’s house without another word.
This had to be this way. This had to end this way. They had no choice. He had no choice. He had never been afraid of Seto… but last night had changed all that…he had finally released the dragon inside of him…he had finally gotten Seto that upset.
But that wasn’t the reason this was over…
It was one thing, it was everything…it was wrong…it was sick…demented…it was just pain…pain he needed…pain he hated himself for needing…pain he felt now…the physical and emotional pain was just one thing…it blurred into one…everything blurred into everything…everything was blurred…
Bakura was asking him questions…probably ready to blackmail him…
“YAMI, stop light!” The tri-colored haired teen looked out of the windshield for the first real time since he had started driving. He hit the brake hard, both teens flying forward, only being restrained by their seat belts. “What the fuck, Yami…” Yami looked at Bakura for a moment…
“I…I don’t feel too good…”
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Seto wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he finished vomiting. That had been a lot worse than the incident from last night, because at least he had eaten something then. He hadn’t eaten anything today…so it had all been bile…
His whole life was bile…
He got up and brushed his teeth. It was a Thursday morning…he had work. He had obligations, meetings, contracts, clients…he had Mokuba…
And he had nothing.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a genius? How the Hell had he gotten himself into this… how the Hell had he let it become this. And there was no solution…either way they were fated…either way he was going to be hurt…
Fuck Yami… fuck Yami… fuck Yami… fuck Yami…
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“YAMI!” Yugi jumped as he watched Bakura carrying the other teen into the house. “Oh my god, Bakura, what happened to him?”
“Seto Kaiba happened to him,” Bakura answered, gently dropping Yami onto the couch.
“Yami?”
“Aibou, I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday. I love you very much. You too, Ryou… and you, Bakura…”
“He’s gone off the deep end,” the former tomb robber commented. “Yami…what did he do to you?”
“Nothing I didn’t ask him to do…”
“Yami?” Yugi was crouched down, stroking his face. There were bandages, and markings, and Yami looked god-awful. His dark… what had Kaiba done? “Yami, please, tell me what happened.”
“I might not live through this, Aibou. I’m not nearly as strong as I thought I was…”
“Yami, tell us what happened? Did he hurt you?” Ryou was screaming now. Desperate.
“Tell us. Ra damn, Pharaoh, stop being stubborn. Let me go handle this for you,” Bakura demanded.
“Bakura?”
“If Seto did something to you, he’ll pay. Tell me what he did.”
“No…this is my fault…”
“He’s gotten you so messed up, Yami…but we’re here for you now. We promise, Yami. He won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Little One, I have to go see him now…I can’t be alone…” Yami sat up, a far-off look in his eyes. “I have become addicted to the pain…”
“Yami, listen to him, you’re not right in the head.” Yami wasn’t listening to Bakura either. He got up, the pain surging again…
“I need to go see him, right now…”
“No! Sit down, Yami…” Yugi was grabbing him.
“Seto…I need to be with my Dragon now…I can’t be away from him…Let me go, Aibou…” Yami’s voice was somewhere else… he was floating towards the door.
“Yami, stop it.” Bakura was blocking his exit.
“Dragon…” Yami collapsed. Bakura grabbed him before he could tumble onto the floor.
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Seto pushed the redial button for the eighth time. Where was he? Why had he let him leave? Why wasn’t he at work? Why was he sitting here, next to the toilet, wondering if he’d puke again? Why wasn’t Yami home…
What if he hadn’t made it home…
”You can’t drive on those painkillers. At least wait until you can stand up by yourself…”
“The same way I can’t drive on those sleeping pills, Kaiba?”
“Just stop arguing with me…you shouldn’t leave until you’re okay. The doctor said it’s going to be a while before you’re healed.”
“I’ll never be healed, Kaiba.”
Seto threw his cordless phone across the room, surprised it didn’t shatter into a million pieces upon impact. He was in his room again…stripping the sheets. He had already done this, he had already changed the sheets last night, the sight of Yami’s blood sickening him further.
But the fresh sheets on his bed now…they smelt like the former pharaoh. They reeked of Yami’s scent…his aftershave…his taste…
Yami…was he okay? Why was nobody home? Why had he let him leave?
Because it had been too painful for both of them to let Yami stay any longer…
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Yami woke up, the room spinning. He was in his bed. He was still half asleep… still floating…
Slowly, memories began seeping back.
He had fainted, the lack of food in his system had drained his last bit of energy. He hadn’t eaten anything in a good twenty-four hours. He reached over, thankful the pills Seto had given him were on his nightstand. He popped two and swallowed them without water.
Where are you, Dragon… He could hear voices downstairs. Ryou’s, Bakura’s, his Aibou’s…
Was Seto already dead…had Bakura killed him?
Where was his Dragon…
He was tied to him… he couldn’t deny that…the same way he couldn’t deny needing to be with him…he just didn’t know what that meant…he did love him…but that hate was still there…marred…but still there…he did hate Seto Kaiba…he loved him…
Where was Seto…where was his dragon?
Yami forced himself up, and found his cell phone. He was still half asleep… still falling…He dialed and waited…
“Yami…”
Yami panted…he needed Seto with him. More than anything.
“Seto…I need you…I need you right now…”
I need you too baby, I need you too.
“Yami…this is supposed to be over… it’s only going to hurt…hang up the phone…”
“No…I need to be with you…”
“You’re still hurting from the last time we were with each other…hang up…”
“No…please…I feel so desperate…so lost…Dragon…”
“Fuck you, Yami… hang up the phone…stop… I’m tired of you being pitiful… hang up…”
“I’m feeling sick…”
“You have to eat…”
“No.”
“Yami, you have to eat something. You told me that you were going to when you got home.”
“Please, Seto…”
“Yami…if you go get something to eat I won’t hang up, okay?”
“I’m going now, Seto…goodbye…”
“YAMI! What the hell are you talking about? Going where?” Yami placed his head on the pillow and ended the call… he drifted off back to sleep.
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Yami jumped, he looked up, Seto standing in his room.
“Get the hell off of me, Bakura or so help me God!” Seto pushed Bakura back.
“Leave him alone, Kaiba!” Yugi was struggling to get into the room.
“What the hell is going on?” Yami asked, wide-awake, still in pain and very confused.
“Are you okay, Yami?” Seto asked, trying to keep Bakura from throwing him out.
“Seto…you came for me?”
“You sounded like you were about to kill yourself over the phone…” Seto answered. Bakura held Seto firmly in place.
“Let him go, Bakura,” Yami demanded… his strength slowly returning… he was still light headed, but he wasn’t going to let Bakura do something to his dragon. “Bakura!” Bakura looked at Yami and released Seto’s shoulders.
“He knocked on the door and just waltzed in here saying he needed to see you…”
“I wouldn’t have had too if you didn’t hang up on me while I was trying to figure out what the hell happened to him…”
“We checked on him, Yami was sleeping soundly…he didn’t attempt to commit suicide, Kaiba,” Ryou answered.
“Dragon…why did you come for me…” Everyone turned to look at Yami. He was forcing himself onto his feet, and limping over to where everyone else was standing.
Suddenly Yami was the only person in the room Seto saw.
“Baby, I…I didn’t know what happened…you sounded so upset on the phone…then the phone just hung up, I tried calling you back…”
“I was half asleep when I called you, Seto…I wasn’t sure I had dreamed that or not…”
“Well I obviously didn’t know that, Yami…otherwise, I wouldn’t have come by.”
“Fuck you, Seto.”
“Fuck you! How dare you make me worry about you! You ended this… I was trying to get on with the rest of my existence and then you call me!”
“Get the fuck out, I hate you!”
“Don’t ever call me again…don’t ever think about me again…don’t…” Seto looked into those crimson eyes again. Fuck him, fuck this…
“Dragon?”
“Oh gods, Baby…” Seto and Yami stood facing each other, silently. The other three occupants in the room exchanged looks, mouths agape.
How had they gone from talking to a fight back to talking within seconds?
“Leave us,” Yami stated, his voice deeper than anyone could recall it ever being. Ryou and Bakura looked at Yugi.
“We’ll be downstairs, Yami,” Yugi answered, trusting his dark. But not sure why. “Come on, guys, let’s give them some space.” Yugi and Yami exchanged a small look and then Yugi showed Ryou, Bakura, and himself out.
“What the Hell was that just now?” Ryou asked, startled.
“I don’t know…but there’s something different coming from Yami right now…it’s not pain…I just can’t tell you what it is…he said he’d call me if we were needed. But he needed to speak to Kaiba.”
“This is ridiculous. I want to leave.” Bakura stomped down the stairs, obviously confused and deeply disturbed.
“Stay, please, Kura? What if Yami needs us once Seto leaves?”
“Only if you’ll let me harm Seto if he does anything else,” Bakura answered. Ryou sighed.
“When did you start worrying about Yami, Bakura?” Yugi asked, sitting on the couch.
“I don’t care about him. I just want an excuse to kick Kaiba’s ass.” Ryou and Yugi looked at each other, both boys smiling. They didn’t believe the yami of course, but that was okay, they knew deep down Bakura didn’t expect them to. Bakura was a pain most of the time…but ever so often he did or said something sweet.
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Yami was sitting back on the bed, propped up on some pillows. Seto sat across from him.
“Why can’t this be over?” Yami finally asked.
“I shouldn’t have come here. Nothing can be said right now that’s going to make it all okay again.”
“This was never meant to be,” Yami affirmed.
“But here I am…”
“Here you are.”
“I have never backed away from a challenge, Yami.”
“Huh?”
“You heard what I said.”
“What does backing away from a challenge have to do with anything? This isn’t a challenge. This is impossible. You said yourself you’re not looking for some half-cocked confession of love from me. And I don’t really want to wind up being the boyfriend of Seto Kaiba.”
“But if it were possible you’d want a happy ending?”
“Tell me how it’s possible, because the way I see it, it’s not.”
“We’ll figure one out then.”
“It’s been figured out, its been analyzed. We can’t end up happy together. What happened last night will only happen again.”
“I’d never let it happen again… and neither would you.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“Why did it happen in the first place, Yami? It happened because we only embraced half of this thing. It was quite simple to proclaim an “I hate you” every five seconds…but because neither of us wanted to admit there was more to it then that… the hate took over… we just have to find a happy medium…”
“There’s no happy medium! There is no in between, Seto. Fuck, it’s all straight forward. It’s love and hate…”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong, Yami. This isn’t about love and hate. It’s not about life or death. This iout out me and you.”
“Damn it, Seto…” Seto grabbed Yami’s wrist, Yami jumping at the sudden contact.
“This…” Seto leaned in and kissed the damaged skin. “This mark will not be in vain, Yami.” Yami shuddered. “This is a mark of my love for you. This claims you to me.” Seto let the wrist go. He lifted his shirt up, and over his head. “This…” he ran a hand ohis his shoulder, touching the half-healed bite mark. “This claims me…” Seto stood up. “To you.”
Yami looked at Seto for a moment…speechless. The first time since Seto and him had started this insanity that Yami truly had nothing to say.
“As much as it pains me to admit this…I need you. It is more than a physical desire at this point. I am well aware that my dislike for you will not just simply dissolve because I will it so… I do not want to only love you…I enjoy hating you as well. Yami, I will not accept that this must become a tragedy. I suggest you do the same.” Seto placed his shirt back over his head.
He said nothing else as he left the room.
Author’s Endnotes: Another cliffhanger…sort of…What a chapter…only one more left guys… not sure if it’ll be necessary to write an epilogue… we shall soon see… So…what are your reactions? They don’t want to be together…but they don’t want to be apart…so what happens? You’ll find out in the last chapter…here’s a little preview:
“Yami, would you like some more pancakes?”
“No, Aibou, three plates is more than enough.” Yami smiled at his little one and took a sip of his milk.
“I’m glad your appetite is back.”
“Yes. Me too.”
“Have you spoken to him today?”
“For a few minutes, he’s optimistic.”
“Are you?”
“That’s hard to answer, Aibou.”