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Memories of the Past	By : Raiethstar Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Yu-Gi-Oh GX and don't make money from this story

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Notes: This fic follows the manga storyline mostly, picking and choosing from the anime when i need to. It’s technically not AU as it takes place between the first series and GX and we have next to no info on what happens during those 10 years. I assume that Yugi had a higher pitched voice during the events of the show, thanks to the abridged series that how i hear them in my head. Also, Atem was only called Yami in the dub anime, and was known mostly as ‘my other self’, so although he was A Yami, he was not named Yami. Yami=darkness and Hikari=light
This was actually supposed to be a hard bdsm pwp, but then a plot kuriboh bit me and wouldn’t let go, so the kinky sex will have to wait till another chapter. and it will be very, very kinky, so this is written so it functions as a stand alone thing in case you don’t want to read that kind of stuff. or in case I lose the inspiration.... hopefully not, I really enjoy writing Seto/yugi banter ^.=.^

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In a warmly painted room stood a very cold man. His ice blue eyes were a direct contrast to the warm reds and golds around him, they stared intently at an unopened bottle of very expensive 51 year old scotch cradled in his large hands. The bottle was ordinary and the label simple, an off-white bearing the name of the bottler, The Macallan, and the year 1948. There was a date under the year, todays date in-fact. He had purchased three bottles of this particular run, every bottle had a different date thanks to a clever marketing ploy. The other two dates he had purchased had been random, demand for the 366 bottles meant getting what you found. A lesser man would have been frowning in thought, but this was no ordinary man. The CEO of the largest entertainment company in Japan, if not the world, Seto Kaiba, was anything but ordinary. He closed his eyes in what might have looked like defeat before cracking the seal on the very expensive bottle of liquor. Today was a special day after all.

Officially called ‘Family Day’, it was a mandatory holiday for the Kaiba Corporation. It was the only day that Seto Kaiba was unavailable for any reason, his one true day off a year. He had not even bothered to get dressed after waking up, although his sleeping clothes would make an Egyptologist drool, everyone else would wonder why he was wearing an almost shear skirt. Made of the finest hand woven Egyptian linen the white floor length Shendyt was wrapped counter-clockwise; a woven and braided cord belt, rich in beads of gold, turquoise and lapis lazuli, held the half pleated square of fabric about his narrow hips. His bare torso, white as parchment, bore the scars of a long and torturous childhood. Almost white gold bracers covered his forearms from wrist to elbow, the intricate detailing forming two halves of a mural telling an ancient tale. The bracers covered the most telling scars of all and as such were never removed unless absolutely necessary. His habit of wearing this style of clothing had started subconsciously as a teenager, memories of a past life haunting his dreams. It was years later that he realized wearing the clothing his past self was familiar with kept the dreams at bay. A small blessing that allowed him to make the most of the few hours he did use to sleep. Normally he would have already changed into his more usual attire, however, today was a special day.

He took a whisky glass off the shelf of the bar in his study, the glass had a small indent at the bottom, the exact same size as the disk of frozen soapstone he placed inside. He had quickly gained an appreciation for the straightforward device, his was hand carved with the relief of a Blue-eyes White Dragon. Finally he poured three fingers worth of scotch into the vessel, placing the bottle back within it’s wooden case. The rich, golden amber liquid swirled and reflected the light as he picked up the glass. Only the far away look in his eyes and the line of his shoulders indicated that he was lost in his memories. After a moment he walked to the large window that dominated the far wall. His Shendyt rustled faintly in the silence, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor.

Domino City was like a bright jewel in the quickly lightning sky, soon the sun would rise and the world would go through the motions of another day. He brought the glass of liquid gold to his lips, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply before finally sipping the strong scotch. He almost smiled, perhaps today would not be terrible after all.

Seto Kaiba watched the sky lighten and catch fire, but he wasn’t really seeing it. He was watching the sun rise over sand dunes in his memory. Five years ago, to the day, the Pharaoh Atem lost the Ceremonial Battle, and was permitted into the afterlife. He had not realized how...attached, he had become to the spirit until he was gone. His memories provided him many reasons, he had once been the Pharaoh’s High Priest. Atem was a sadist through and through, and as High Priest it was his job to insure that the earthbound God was happy. However, the Pharaoh was also capable of great tenderness as well, expressing his love through touch in all it’s varied forms. Kaiba shivered at the memories, the first indication he had that the spirit remembered him at all had been right before he walked through the entrance to the afterlife. After saying goodbye to his friends, Atem had looked right at him, his deep violet eyes clouded with withheld tears. His expression had been hard to decipher, but when he saw Kaiba withholding tears of his own, the almost crimson eyes had widened and a look of regret crossed his features before the Pharaoh was forced to turn away. He had smiled at his reincarnation one last time before walking into the doorway and was gone forever.

The look of regret that graced the Pharaoh’s face told volumes. It told him that not only did he remember their relationship, he had thought it was Kaiba that did not. He felt a familiar anger rise in his chest, the shadows around him seeming to deepen in response, it was his own stubborn pride that prevented him from admitting that he did remember his past life. If he had just said something he could have...no, Kaiba took a deep breath. He knew better than to beat himself up over the past. What was done, was done, and there was nothing that was going to change that now. A deep sigh echoed through the richly appointed study, and he finished the last of his scotch. His attention returned to the world outside the window and he realized that the sun was already above the horizon, he must have been standing there for more than an hour.

He was just contemplating pouring another glass when there was a sharp knock on the door. The look he shot it would have frozen it solid if that was how things worked, instead it opened and his manservant stood in the door way.

He bowed, “Forgive me Kaiba-sama, you have a guest.” He remained bent over.

Seto turned back to the window, the clear blue sky that grew ever brighter seemed like a personal affront. “I don’t care if world is on fire, I am to be left alone today.” His tone hinted at barely controlled rage, this was his one day away from the world, he would not entertain guests.

“They are on the list, Kaiba-sama.” His voice maintained the same neutral tone it always did, the man seemed to have endless patience.

Kaiba’s eyebrow rose in curiosity, there were less than a handful of people on the list of people that could see him no matter the circumstances. Mokuba was studying in America so that left...

“Not even if the world is on fire?” Came a deep voice filled with amusement from behind him.

No, it could not be. Kaiba spun to face the speaker, a million half-formed ideas and questions swirling in his head. He was exactly as the billionaire remembered. The black spiked hair tipped in crimson, blonde bangs that also shot up to the tips of the largest spikes. Violet eyes narrowed in mocking amusement and his lips twisted into a smirk as he saw what the CEO was wearing. He still wore the same black leather collar he always had, his slender body clad in a plain black long-sleeved shirt and tight leather pants.

Kaiba tried to approach and retreat at the same time, and in the end stood frozen to the spot. He could not look away from the deep amethyst orbs across from him, something of his inner turmoil must have shown on his face as the eyes that haunted his dreams looked away. “I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry.” He turned to leave.

“Wait!” He called out without thinking, taking a step forward.

The violet eyes looked back to him once more, eyebrow raised in a silent question. His voice had been unguarded, his emotions all released into that single word. Several emotions flitted briefly across the familiar face, before he stepped fully into the room, wearing a sad yet relieved smile.

Sensing that the guest was staying, the manservant stepped out of the room and closed the door. Leaving the two men to stare at one another. Seto frowned slightly, something was wrong with the man across from him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The image of a smothered light crossed his mind, his own inner darkness seeing the lack his eyes could not.

“I’m sorry I haven’t come to visit before now.” His voice, although similar, was not quite as he remembered. It was almost hollow, like the speaker had lost his inner drive, his iron confidence, his soul.

Kaiba’s eyes widened slightly as he realized that it was Atem’s reincarnation that stood before him, not the pharaoh himself. He forced his troubled mind to settle and focused on the man in front of him rather than the one in his memories. “Did you have any trouble getting in?”

Yugi Mutou shook his head, eyes closing briefly. “How have you been?” His violet eyes paned down the almost naked billionaire a smirk tugging at his lips. “And what are you wearing? I thought you didn’t buy into the whole ‘past life’ thing.” He air-quoted.

Seto smirked in reply, shaking his head and walking towards his well appointed bar. “It’s my only day off a year. If I want to spend it in my sleeping clothes I can.” He opened the wooden cask and retrieved the bottle of very fine scotch he had opened earlier.

“Hah, I knew you would believe eventually.” He casually paced towards Kaiba, the smirk on his face never seeming to reach his eyes, and where his tone should have been good natured, instead it came across as uncaring. His boots thumped softly on the wooden floor.

Seto glanced at the King of Games as he opened the bottle of very old scotch. He was trying so hard to maintain a good natured and optimistic veneer, but the cracks were showing. The tone of his voice, the set of his shoulders, even the way he walked spoke volumes. “Drink?” He gestured with the bottle. “1948 was a good year for scotch whisky.”

Violet eyes widened in surprise, probably the first truly honest expression he had seen today. The leather clad man drifted closer automatically, his face twisting in concentration as he tried to figure out how old that was.

Seto pulled another glass from the shelf, “I’ll take your silence as a yes.” He switched out his, now warm, whisky stone for a frozen one and pulled out a second for his drinking partner. Once the drinks were poured and the bottle returned to it’s home on the display shelf he finally turned back to the man standing silently behind him.

Yugi had a distant expression on his face, having not realized Seto was looking at him. He took his time to study the man he had not seen in person for almost five years. He looked like he had not slept in days, his eyes were sunken in and the dark circles were expertly concealed with cosmetics. The black Khol around his eyes distracting from the slightly off tone of the concealer. His lips were cracked and his cheek bones were far more pronounced than he remembered. Seto quickly realized that Yugi had lost weight, despite growing several inches. The top he wore covered him completely but was tight enough Seto could almost count his ribs. Suddenly, he felt guilty for not keeping in closer contact, it was obvious that Yugi was not taking proper care of himself.

“Here.” He offered the glass and broke Yugi out of his thoughts.

The fake smile returned, the happy mask replaced. “Thanks.” He looked into the bottom of the glass and saw the carved stone inside. “Is that the Dark Magician?” Violet eyes looked at him in confusion.

Kaiba nodded as he strolled past, leading Yugi to the black leather couch in the centre of the room. He sat on one side resting his elbow on the wide armrest.

Yugi sat hunched over on the opposite side, “Why?” He stared at the swirling liquor in his glass.

Kaiba looked out the window, taking a slow sip before responding. “You are the only person I trust enough to just sit and have a drink with.” He relaxed his shoulders and rubbed his neck with a free hand, not sure how to broach the topic that hung between them like a cloud.

Kaiba could almost hear the happy mask cracking as Yugi’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head, elbows braced on his leather clad knees. “Why would you say that?” He shook his head, “You never trusted me. It was...” His deep voice nearly cracked, unable to say the name of his other half.

The CEO gazed out the window, unable to look at him. “Why are you here?” He asked the question as gently as he could, not wanting to spook the man.

Yugi didn’t respond at first. After a full minute, Kaiba shifted, pulling one leg underneath him in order to turn and face the man on the opposite side of the couch. Yugi was lost in thought, his violet eyes staring at nothing. With the mask gone he looked broken and weary, he looked defeated. It was something he thought he would never see. It was made worse by the fact that he was now the spitting image of the Pharaoh.

Seeing him so broken suddenly made Kaiba wonder why Yugi was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. He had never seen the King of Games wear something with long sleeves before and it made his guts twist with suspicion. He frowned, and placed his glass on the coffee table before he leaned over to grab Yugi’s arm, ignoring the way his skin tingled at the contact.

The melancholy King of Games let out a short yelp, the physical contact surprising him out of his thoughts. “Wha-?” He tugged weakly, his body trembling. Although whether it was from fear, or something else was hard to tell. Trapping the violet eyes with his own he watched several emotions pass across the smaller man’s face as he slowly slid the sleeve up over his elbow. In the end Yugi gave up, went limp against the back of the couch, and looked away, his face expressionless.

Seto looked down at the pale arm in his grasp. It was covered in thin horizontal cuts, each at a different stage of healing, all perfectly spaced from one another. Between the fresh lines were faded older lines, and even more faded ones between those, there must have been months worth of marks. He took a deep breath to steady his anger at the people who should have kept this from happening. Once he was in control he looked up at a face that looked utterly defeated.

“How long?” He barely managed to contain the darkness that seethed under his skin.

The violet eyes did not waver from their gaze far off to the corner. “You’re not going to ask why I tried to kill myself?” The voice was flat, no curiosity, no emotion at all.

Kaiba gritted his teeth, “That’s not what you were doing. How long have you been cutting yourself Yugi?”

“Two weeks.” The quiet voice rang false in Seto’s ears.

“The truth, Yugi.” His voice could have cut ice. His grip tightened around the thin wrist in his hand, unaware that he was bruising the pale flesh with his fingers.

Violet eyes turned to focus on him at last, he looked confused. “Since two weeks after he left.”

Years. He had been cutting himself for years. Kaiba’s hands went numb and he released his grip. He had no words for how furious he was at the people Yugi called friends. How had they let this happen?

“Are you going to ask why?” Again that confused look. It was almost like he could not figure out what his angle was.

Kaiba shook his head and leaned back to the spot he had been sitting in before. “I know why.” Or at least he had a good idea.

A flash of anger crossed the thin face. “You bastard. You haven’t changed at all.” He glared at the drink in his hand before taking a long swallow. His eyes watered, not used to the way it burned. Although that may have been what he was counting on judging by the look on his face.

“You, however, have changed.” Kaiba couldn’t keep the anger and disappointment out of his voice. “You’re a mess, you probably haven’t slept in days, and the fact you cover it up means the others probably haven’t noticed.” He pointed a finger accusingly, his anger getting the better of him, “You also haven’t been eating, and haven’t been for long enough to lose all your body fat. Your ‘friends’ probably haven’t noticed that either.” Yugi visibly winced at the way he said ‘friends’. Seto rose to his feet to tower over the smaller man, “Have they noticed that you are retreating from the world?” Yugi cowered into the couch, not meeting the furious blue eyes above him. “Does anyone even realize that you cut yourself to feel something?” Kaiba panted, his anger so strong it was almost visible, like a dark shadow gathering and seething around him.

Violet eyes widened in shock, Yugi’s mouth opened, then closed again. “How?” His voice was tiny, barely a whisper.

The timid voice was like a slap to the face, he stumbled back a step, the coffee table digging into his calves. It had been a long time since his anger had gotten control of him. He took a deep breath to steady himself, to push the darkness away. “You lost half your soul, Yugi. I won’t say I understand what you are going through, but I do know that pain can be very grounding.” He placed one hand on the bracers around his forearms. “Even comforting.”

Yugi lowered his head, “No.”

Seto was confused, “No, what?”

Thin arms wrapped around his own torso and Yugi’s voice broke. “I didn’t lose half my soul. You can’t lose what you never had.”

Seto blinked, “What?” He sat down abruptly onto the coffee table like a puppet with it’s strings cut, his knees almost touching the leather clad ones in front of him. “You’re a reincarnation, like me, what do you mean you don’t have a soul?”

Spiked hair swung back and forth as he shook his head, “I’m an echo.” He curled tighter around himself, his knees lifting up to press against his chest. “I was born so,” He choked on the name. “So, he could have a vessel to inhabit.” His forehead rested on his knees, hiding his face from view.

“But you were in high school when you solved the puzzle?” Seto felt something stir in his chest, seeing Yugi so sad and bitter was unnatural.

There was a bitter laugh. “Hah, can’t miss what you’ve never had.” He suddenly looked up at Kaiba, his head lifted only just enough. “Kind of like you and parents eh, Seto?” His face was twisted into a mocking grin.

Seto felt his anger spike, his confusion had not abated it. He found himself on his feet again, instinctively wanting to gain higher ground.

The twisted grin widened, and his head lifted farther. “You said you had no idea what it felt like.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, “But you have a good idea of what it feels like to give yourself up to be used by another. Used and tossed aside when your usefulness is done.” He sat up straight, seeming to gain strength from the anger rising in Seto’s chest, from the darkness that surged around them. “To be beaten by someone stronger than you, and unable to do anything about it.” Yugi rose to his feet to get in Seto’s face, his taunting tone cutting and their bodies almost touching. “Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy when Gozubura-”

Seto snapped, “Don’t say his name!” his fist pulled back to punch the smaller man. The world was tinted in swirling black and red, he was physically shaking he was so enraged. Adrenaline is a funny thing however, and as the world seemed to freeze around him, he saw Yugi close his eyes and lean forward, lips parted in an almost blissful expression. All the anger bottled inside him drained away, leaving him feeling cold inside.

Yugi’s eyes opened after a second and he looked annoyed. “What, too chicken? Scared I might win?” His mocking tone faltered, and Kaiba heard the desperation it hid. “Gozubura wouldn’t have hesitated.” He used the name in a desperate attempt to get Seto angry again.

Seto reached forward and grabbed the smaller duelist in a crushing hug. Yugi struggled against him, fighting his own tears as much as the arms around him. Kaiba held him still, one hand on the back of his head, pressing the smaller man against his bare torso.

He rested his chin on the tri-coloured hair and whispered. “Oh Yugi, if you wanted me to hit you, all you had to do was ask.” The body in his arms froze. There were a few ragged breaths before the trembling began. “Cutting isn’t enough anymore, is it?” Yugi’s arms fell to his sides and he went limp. Seto felt his chest grow wet as the tears finally started. “I’m sorry I let you drift away.”

Yugi didn’t reply, and Seto held him tight against his chest. He was so thin, Seto could feel every bone in his back through his shirt. He was growing self-conscious about this prolonged physical contact, but forced himself to continue to pet the soft spikes of hair as Yugi cried himself out. He unconsciously gathered the darkness around them, to shield them from the world outside.

The longer they stood there, the more Kaiba noticed. The smaller man was physically warm, and he could feel that warmth spread through his body from the other. He also found he could not ignore the way he smelled, it was both exotic and familiar, like saffron and warm desert sand in a half forgotten dream. His shallow breath tickled his bare chest, the sensation both annoying and arousing. Slowly Yugi’s breathing came under control as his tears ran out. Somehow relaxing even further into Seto’s arms, Yugi’s thin arms snaked around his bare waist and the smaller man pressed himself flush against the half naked CEO.

Kaiba knew that Yugi could hear his heartbeat increase, as well as feel his growing erection. The sensation of having the other man in his arms affecting his body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the increasingly uncomfortable Kaiba, Yugi stirred in his grasp, shifting his weight.

“Seto?” Was all he asked, his voice muffled and thick.

“Hmm?” He knew the rumble of his chest would drown out the exact words he used.

“I want to feel again.” His fingers dug almost painfully into the CEO’s back. “But I don’t know if that will make it worse.”

Kaiba’s hand stopped it’s petting and settled on his lower back. “What do you want me to do?” The question was soft, honest.

Yugi shifted in his grasp, pushing away just enough to look the taller man in the eyes. Crying had darkened the violet orbs to a deep crimson, the colour triggered a flood of memories of his past life. He almost missed Yugi’s reply as the blood surged in his body. Too much sense memory was linked to eyes the colour of fresh blood.

“I don’t want to be in control anymore.” His cheeks, already blotchy from crying, grew even redder. “I want you to treat me as he did.” He looked away for a moment, “I’m not sure how to explain.” Seto felt Yugi’s fingers tracing idle circles on his lower back. “He was, uh...” He faltered again, the blush intensifying.

Seto smiled, “He always was insatiable.” A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest

Yugi’s forehead dropped to his bare chest and even his ears turned red.

Kaiba’s chuckle became a full laugh. It was a rare sound, a pure laugh born of honest amusement, rather than ridicule or victory. Yugi glared up at him, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout, his cheeks still bright crimson. It was an expression that only Yugi could pull off. Seto let his laugh trail off, “Still the innocent one.” He put his hands on Yugi’s shoulders and held him out at arms length, needing to be serious for another moment. “Are you sure about this? I will make you little more than my property.”

The smaller man nodded.

“Do you want a quick way out just in case?”

There was a brief hesitation, “Not now, I don’t think this will work if there is an option.”

Seto smirked, “Very well, we’ll deal with the paperwork later.” He snaked his arms around the smaller man and crushed him to his chest, one hand knotted in the thick spikes of hair at the back of his head. He felt more than heard the hitch in Yugi’s breathing right before claiming pink lips as his own. Yugi’s lips were dry, and rough against his own. Seto felt raw need stir inside him, his memories of this life and the previous swirling in his head and his fingers dug into the thin body before him. He brushed his tongue hungrily against those dry lips and with a moan they parted.

It was warm and wet and tasted of spice and fruit and sunlight, it was intoxicating. Yugi’s tongue met his but never pushed back, tasting but not fighting. Yugi was different from Atem, the Pharaoh had always tasted of wine and harsh moonlight and blood, demanding and aggressive. His fist tightened in the black and scarlet hair, and Yugi moaned into his mouth at the sudden pain, and his knees parted as they pressed against each other.

He wanted Yugi, he realized with a start, not because he was Atem’s reincarnation, his mind had now firmly separated the two, but because he was Yugi. The duelist he had never been able to beat, his carefree smile, his iron will, his inner light. The shear need that had been stirring in his gut surged forward and his kiss grew rough, his teeth drawing blood. He felt himself groan at the taste, sweet and metallic, like hot, liquid gold.

The sharp pain seemed to trigger something in Yugi and he began biting back in ernest. Not to dominate, but to satisfy his own need. The shadows that had been gathered around them like a blanket shifted, and Seto realized that Yugi was somehow drawing the shadows to himself. Long fingered hands caressed his bare skin and left behind trails of fire, Yugi’s hands were impossibly warm. Seto hadn’t realized how cold he was until he felt the heat seeping into him from their contact, he felt like he had never before known warmth, never truly been warm. He needed more, his hands tugged at soft cotton, and slid against firm flesh. Yugi’s skin was hot under his strong fingers, his skin was soft, but his body held no softness. Hard angles and firm flesh was all he held. He wasn’t sure who’s moans were who’s, their chests carrying the vibrations between them.

He opened his eyes and pulled back from his devouring, his lips brushed against Yugi’s, swollen and stained red with their blood. “Warm.” He heard the need in his voice and didn’t care.

Yugi’s eyes flickered open, deep pools of crimson regarded him and Seto thought of sunlit rubies rather than blood. “Cold.” His breath ghosted against his lips and he heard his own need echoed with wry amusement.

They stood frozen for a moment, lips almost touching, bodies pressed together and the shadows that followed Seto everywhere swarmed as if alive. Something flickered in ruby coloured eyes, a spark of something thought long gone. Seto was reminded of something Atem’s spirit had said once. That the darkness needed a light to guide it, and that the light needed darkness to define it in return. He never understood that, the darkness was deep and comforting and had saved him from his insanity. But now, basking in Yugi’s inner light, he understood at last. He would never be able to live without Yugi now, he would forever crave the warmth he held, and he would guard it viciously from any who would steal it from him. He gathered his emotions and poured all his feeling into one simple statement of ownership, both a promise and a plea.

“My Hikari.”

Yugi inhaled sharply, his eyes wide, and that small spark flickered. Seto saw wonder, and longing, and a soul deep pain cross his face before he closed his eyes and let out the breath he was holding. Seto wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but everything stilled as the world waited with him. The face before him smoothed and Yugi drew in a breath through his nose, holding it briefly. His eyes opened and a warm smile spread across his thin face. The spark had become a small fire in the violet tinted eyes, a hint of what they once held. Seto’s chest burned with the breath he held, unable to force his lungs to work.

“My Yami.” He replied at last, there was pain in his voice, but also acceptance, and a quiet need. So much was said with so little.

Seto felt his knees go weak and his next breath spoke of the tension he had held. He realized he was smiling and a laugh bubbled out of his chest. “How did you do that?” He wondered aloud.

Yugi tilted his head, confused. “Do what?”

Seto shook his head in wonder, a weight he didn’t even know he carried had been lifted from him by the warm light he was clutching possessively. “You came to me for help, and managed to heal a wound I didn’t even know I had.” His fingers dug into Yugi’s hips and his shadows ached to caress the light, but didn’t dare as the light could burn if it chose to.

Yugi smiled again and his eyes glanced around them, he leaned back enough to spread his arms and seemed to almost glow in the gloom around them, the sunlight from outside striking only him. The shadows caressed his limbs, greedily soaking up the offered light. Yugi shivered at the touch but did not move. Yugi’s eyes held a quiet wisdom, as he let the all too real shadows near, he smiled sadly, “If you don’t get your shadows under control you are going to summon the Shadow Realm.”

Seto felt his mouth open in shock, “Y-you can see it? See...them?” He looked at the shadows, they had always looked like they held faces and hands to him. Shapes both familiar and strange.

Yugi nodded a surprised laugh fighting to be released. “Of course, my Yami.” He paused as if listening to something, one hand absently caressing a shadow. “You have no idea what you have done do you?”

“What?” Then Seto felt it, just at the edge of his consciousness, amusement that was not his own. “How?”

Yugi chuckled, his voice unused to laugher, “Can you feel it?” He reached up and caressed Seto’s cheek. “I can feel you.” He closed his eyes, “My other self always wondered if it was possible. I guess it is.” He seemed to be talking to himself, but Seto could feel something on the edge of his thoughts, an echo of sorts. Warm violet eyes regarded his once more, “I don’t know how you did it, but...” He laughed, unable to help himself, “Thank you. I think, perhaps, things might be okay now.” He shook his head still grinning, unable to express what he was feeling in words. He closed his eyes, “I feel...”

Seto felt it then, could feel what Yugi felt as if it was his own emotion, it was almost overpowering, it felt... “Alive.” He said with wonder.

“I haven’t felt alive since,” he stopped and the pain that shot through their link made Seto gasp. He clutched Yugi tighter, such loss, it would break a weaker man. Had nearly broken Yugi. He claimed his light’s lips with his own, needing to drive away that pain, that loss. His desire to protect his newfound warmth overwhelming.

Yugi moaned into him, the kiss short but intense. “Yami.”

Seto rested his forehead against Yugi’s, his neck beginning to stiffen from staring down for so long, “Hikari.” He breathed a sigh, content to just hold the smaller man, to bask in his warmth. But he could feel hunger scratching at the edges of his mind. He straightened and felt his face grow stern and his concern grew as he realized it was not his hunger he was feeling. “When was the last time you ate?”

Yugi moaned and pressed against the taller man, his back arching. “Please...need.” He breathed, unable to express what he was feeling with words.

Seto could feel it though, feel that Yugi had been craving such concern, needed someone to care. It was like there was a great void within him, a void only made bigger by the small light that exposed just how endless it was. He vowed he would do something about that, he would fill it even with the blackest shadows if that’s what it took to rid his light of that empty feeling. He captured those perfect lips, his to claim, his to protect, his, only his.

Yugi trembled within his grasp, and cried out as Seto’s desires washed over him. He panted, unable to catch his breath.

With great difficultly Seto throttled his emotions, realizing instinctively that it was too much too soon. He watched as Yugi came down from his emotional high, he couldn’t remove his concern completely though, he knew then that he probably never would. “Yugi?” He asked gently, needing to know that he was alright.

“I’m okay.” He replied after a moment. “It’s going to take some getting used to.” He inhaled with purpose before letting it out slowly. “But, I’m okay.” He looked up into Seto’s eyes and tilted his head with a question, “Why is today called family day anyway?”

Seto laughed despite himself, that question had been bothering Yugi for a while, but he had never had a chance to ask, Seto felt through their new bond, “Atem was Seth’s cousin, I thought you knew that?”

Yugi blushed, “But we...they...” He trailed off his mind swirling with a barely remembered past.

Seto chuckled at Yugi’s confusion before he cocked his head and gave Yugi a stern look. “Now, you need food and sleep, and I’m going to make sure you have both.” He grabbed Yugi’s wrist and dragged him towards the door.

Yugi laughed, his heavy boots thumping on the floor, and let himself be pulled. Seto pinned the smaller man to his side as he opened the door and stole one more kiss, before dragging the grinning man down the hallway. It seemed that today was a special day, a very special day indeed.

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So there we go, please leave a review, I love reviews!! I do have a plan to explain what the hell happened, so don’t fret about that. Well here’s hoping I can get the next chapter out sometime this year ^.=.^
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