Save Me

BY : AnonymousTigress
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 4263
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way, shape, or form. I receive no profit for it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters and I don't receive any profit from it. This is my first time writing anything even remotely close to this type of content. Most of my work-in-progress fan fics are on and rated T. This may be rated a little high, but I'd rather rate too high than not high enough. This idea came to me earlier when I was out driving. I'm hoping it goes well. It's off to a small start, but it's started.

He stumbled down the street in a haze. His body was weak, but he pushed it to move. He stumbled, but managed to catch himself.


His body finally gave in as he collapsed onto a park bench. He let out a groan as his body fell down heavily onto the wood. His eyelids fell shut and he lost consciousness.




Sometime later, he felt something heavy touch his arm and begin to shake him. He jerked to semi-consciousness and cringed away. He brought his hands up in defense, trying his best to shield his face.

A large hand snatched both his hands together by the wrists and gently yet firmly pulled them down. Another hand came up to sweep his hair out of his face. He heard a muffled voice.

“…me move him.”

He nearly jumped clear out of his skin when he felt two more hands come down on his legs. He thrashed in their hold and nearly threw himself off the bench. The hand that had located itself to the side of his head moved down to the nape of his neck. It shook him roughly while he felt the person learn over him.

Stop it,” the voice hissed in his ear.

Somehow, the strong voice put him at ease. He stopped thrashing and allowed the two people to force him to his feet. He swayed on his feet until one set of hands reached out to steady him.

His eyes were half-open, but he was so out of it that he couldn’t see anything. He must have faded in and out of his semi-conscious state because the next thing he knew he was in a moving object. He was sitting on someone’s lap with his head resting against their chest.

His chest. The small yet distinct smell of cologne filtered into his nose. There was a strong arm encircled around his waist.

He lifted his hands to push himself away, but the other hand came back and pulled his hands away. After forcing his hands back down to his lap, the hand came up to press his head further into the hard chest. The arm around his waist pulled him closer.

He whimpered as his battered body was wracked with pain again. The hand on his head started combing through his hair as a voice whispered in his ear.

“Shh. It’s okay. We’ll be there soon,” the voice said, tickling his ear.

He would have chuckled, but it would have hurt too much. He started coughing, his body rocking heavily with his throat threatening to close up. He tasted something metallic in his mouth.

He didn’t feel the body under him stiffen. He also didn’t realize there was something dripping down his chin.

“Step on it!” the man shouted.

The car bounced once as it lurched forward to move at a higher speed. The hand in his hair came down so a thumb could swipe across his chin. He whimpered again as the car bumped his injured body against his savior. He turned and buried his face into the soft shirt rubbing against his face.

“I-It h-h-hurts,” he moaned.

Normally, he would have held it in. He had never admitted to being in pain before. But this was the last straw. His body had never hurt so much in his life and he just wanted it all to end. He surprised the stranger by bunching up a piece of his shirt in a tight fist.

“Where does it hurt?” the voice murmured.

His response was muffled into the shirt. A hand tilted his head up and the voice told him to repeat himself. His bottom lip quivered as he whispered, “Everywhere.”

He was surprised when the hand came back to twist into his hair. It firmly but carefully brought his head back from the chest. The person leaned their head down to press an ear against his chest. He drew in a staggering breath as another coughing fit shook his body.

Shit. You’re not going to make it.”

He continued coughing while the person lifted him off his lap and laid him across the backseat of the car. He cried out as the body lay down on top of his. His hands were grabbed by the wrists before they were pinned on either side of his body.

Tears burst from his eyes and down his face as the body pressed on his injured ribs. A soft kiss was pressed to the side of his neck. A hot tongue lapped at his pulse point, causing him to let out another whimper.

“P..P…Pl…Please,” he cried.

One of his wrists was released in favor of his head being cupped. He didn’t even startle when a small kiss was pressed to the side of his mouth. The man leaned down to murmur something in his ear, but he couldn’t hear what it was.

I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you die.

All the sudden, a pair of teeth sunk deep in the side of his neck. His mouth flung open in a silent scream and his world went white.

Author's Note: Please be gentle in your reviews. I'm a first-timer at this. Thanks. :)

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