I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A YAMI/YUGI LEMON**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
~Song Lyrics~

*Person on the other end of the phone*
//Written messages being read silently//
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’


MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 17

Joey carefully made his way downstairs to breakfast. It took him a few minutes every morning to work the soreness out of his bruised muscles, but once he did he could move rather well. At least good enough for the first day of the new school year. His final year! If he thought Amara wouldn’t literally kick his butt, he’d have jumped for joy.

He entered the kitchen, tugging at his jacket sleeves. His uniform was too small; had been for nearly two years, but having no money for a new one, he made do with what he had; besides it was only for one more year.

Amara looked up when Joey came in and reached over, tapping Seto’s arm. He took one look at the blond and left the room. Joey thought nothing of it. Since moving into the mansion, he had become used to the billionaire dropping everything and taking off on a tangent.

Seto returned, carrying three of his past years’ uniforms, and Amara’s sewing basket. He set the basket down beside her, and laid the uniforms across the vacant chair beside Joey.

“Change,” he ordered, returning to his coffee and newspaper.

“Huh?” Joey asked around a mouthful of toast. “Why?”

Seto laid the paper aside, frowning at the blond. “I have a reputation to uphold. I will not have people think I will not provide you with a decent school uniform when you are living in my house.”

Amara shook her head at the ensuing battle of wills, and Mokuba just needed a bowl of popcorn to fully enjoy the show.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Joey asked slightly annoyed.

“It’s too small for Mokuba, let alone you, puppy, not to mention it’s threadbare at the knees and elbows.”

“Yours will be too long for me anyway,” Joey turned back to his plate.

“That’s why he brought me this,” Amara tilted her head towards the basket in the floor as she popped the last spoonful of cereal into Kira’s mouth. “So get hot, blondie.”

He glared at the red head, “You too ‘Mara?”

“It’s a hand up, Joey not a hand out.”

With his pride somewhat placated, Joey tried on one the pants. “These fit great, but are way too long.”

“That where I come in,” Amara slid into the floor and began to cuff under the extra length. “Seto, stand over here, please. I need to see how these things are supposed to hang.”

Seto quirked an eyebrow, this was a new side to the red head. She was all business, and knew exactly what she was doing, working as confidently as the professional tailor he used. She checked the hang of Seto’s pants then folded and pinned Joey’s, making certain his hung the exact same way. After checking the hem width and marking several lines on the underside of the cuff, she ordered the blond to remove them and try on the jackets. Luckily, one fit the blond perfectly.

“Time to go,” Seto announced, several minutes later.

Joey blanched; Amara was only halfway finished hemming one leg.

“I’ll finish them in the limo,” she grabbed the necessary equipment and pushed the protesting blond towards the door.

“I need my pants!”

“And you’ll have them,” Amara climbed into the limo and started sewing again.

“You expect me to go to school in my boxers?!?” Joey was starting to panic. A too small uniform was better than none at all.

“No, I expect you to ride in the limo in your boxers.” Amara tied off the thread and started working on the other leg, “But if you want to stand around in the driveway with you whang flapping in the wind, be my guest.”

Blushing about eighteen different shades of red, Joey climbed in and sat, arms crossed, glaring at Seto. “You’ve corrupted her,” he accused, jabbing a finger at the brunet. “She used to be all sweet and polite, and you go and make a-a female YOU out of her.”

Joey pointedly ignored the three pair of eyes staring at him as he continued to grumble about pushy red heads and evil CEO’s the entire way to school.

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Amara walked around the back of the Kame Game Shop, Kira and bodyguard Derek in tow. She rapped on the door, waited then rapped again.

“That’s odd,” she mused. “Yugi said Grandpa knew I was coming, and to come in through the back.” She tried the door;was was locked. “Here,” she handed the baby to her guard and pulled a credit card from her wallet.

When the door popped open, Derek made a quick mental note to inform his boss of Amara’s ‘talent’.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Amara took the steps two at a time. She found the senior Moto sitting in a chair in the living room, short of breath, pale, and sweating. She rushed to his side, kneeling down.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?”

“Looks like he’s having a heart attack, miss,” Derek said gravely.

Gramps opened his eyes and smiled weakly, “I’m just old and worn out, dear,” he patted her hand. His own felt cold and clammy.

“Are you in pain?”

The old man grimaced, “A little, but it comes and goes.”

“Where, sir?” Derek handed Kira to her mother then took out his cell phone.

“My chest, my left shoulder, and arm.”

“Those are classic signs of a heart attack, sir. You need to get to a hospital.” He began to punching buttons.

Gramps began to struggle to get out of the chair, reaching for the cell phone. “No, I haven’t the money,” he wheezed.

Amara set Kira on the floor, opening the diaper bag for her to play in to keep her occupied. “Calm down, Grandpa. Please.” He sat back in the chair, gasping, his face ashen. “How long have you been hiding this from Yugi?”

He turned pleading eyes to Amara. “A few weeks. He would insist I go to a doctor as well, and I can’t.”

Amara laid her hands gently on his arm, “Why?”

“I haven’t the money. Yugi has this last year of school I have to pay for, and then I can worry about me.”

She could see the pride and determination in his eyes as he spoke. He wouldn’t go without good reason, and to him, anything other than his grandson wasn’t good reason.

“Grandpa, I’ve buried two grandfathers already. Please, don’t make me bury my third. Not when I’ve just found him,” she was surprised how deeply she meant those words. “I want my daughter to know her grandfather. Let me pay for this.”

Faded violet eyes searched Amara’s pale blue ones. He reached out to gently cup her cheek, “Very well, dear. I’ll go.”

With a relieved sob, she wrapped her arms gently around the old man, “Thank you.”

“Miss, Ray is still outside with the car,” Derek stood by the window. “It will be faster than calling an ambulance.”

Amara nodded, wiping at tears she didn’t realize she was crying, “You carry him; I’ll lock up.”

As the car sped through another yellow light, Amara held a cold wrinkled hand, hoping not for the last time.

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Seto deposited his third period text books in his locker, preparing to go to lunch when his cell phone rang. Yugi, Tristan, and Joey waited for him nearby.

The call was quick. “Yugi, come with me,” Seto turned down a side hallway.

“Hey, Seto. The cafeteria is this way,” Joey pointed back over his shoulder.

“The office is this way,” his voice was emotionless.

“Seto, what’s wrong?” Yugi grabbed the CEO’s arm.

“Now is not the time nor here the place.”

In a flash of light, Yami appeared, “I think it is, Kaiba. You are frightening my light, and I want to know why.”

Seto sighed, “Amara called. She is taking your grandfather to the hospital. She thinks he’s had a heart attack.” Yugi swayed, grabbing Yami’s arm for support. “I thought you might like to go to the office and be excused for the remainder of the day.”

Yami nodded. He realized, in his own way, Seto had been trying to protect his hikari as well.

“Go, Yugi. We’ll get the rest of your books and homework for you,” Joey tried to give his friend an encouraging smile, but failed.

“There’s Otogi and Ryou. I’ll go fill them in on what’s happening.” Yugi nodded numbly, not having heard a word Tristan said, and followed the tall CEO to the front office.

As the limo was pulling away from the curb, Bakura came sprinting out of the school doors. Seto held the limo door open, letting the thief literally dive in.

“I’m coming too,” he panted out. “I’ll tell Ryou what’s going on, and he can tell the others.”

“Tell him I’ll send a car for them at the end of school to bring them to the hospital.”

As Bakura zoned out, talking to his hikari, Seto glanced at Yugi. The little guy was clinging to Yami, blinking rapidly at the tears shining in his wide violet eyes.

“What if Amara hadn’t been here?” he whispered.

“Shh, aibou,” Yami soothed. “Do not cause yourself unnecessary worry. Just be thankful she was.” Crimson eyes looked up at Seto, ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed.

Seto gave a small nod the pharaoh’s way then turned to stare out the window, thinking, ‘What if she hadn’t been here, indeed?’

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Amara sat in the emergency room waiting area, bouncing Kira on her lap as the baby chewed on a set of stuffed toy keys. Derek and Ray lounged patiently against the far wall. The doctors had taken Gramps to a room as soon as she told them her name.

Kira began to kick and squeal, making her mother look up. Relief washed over her as she hurried across the room to meet Seto and the others.

The fear on Yugi’s face nearly broke her heart. “How is Grandpa?” he asked, his voice shaky.

She led them over to the chairs, handing Kira to Bakura. “When I got to the shop this morning, the back door was locked and the shop closed. I picked the lock,” Bakura looked at her obviously impressed, “And found him upstairs, pale and gasping for breath.” She took the boy’s small hands in hers, “He said he’s been having chest pains for a few weeks, but was hiding it from you.”

If he hadn’t been sitting down, Yugi would have collapsed onto the floor. “Is he going to be okay?” he sobbed.

“They took him in as soon as we got here,” she glanced at Seto. “I think it had a little to do with my name. They haven’t told me anything new, since I’m not family.”

“I’ll inform the nurse his family has arrived,” Seto walked over to the front desk and it soon became apparent the nurse there was completely intimidated. He came back and handed a stack of papers to Yami, his face solemn, “There’s no good time to do this but it is required, and it may help keep Yugi occupied.”

An hour later, Ray and Derek had been dismissed. Kira was sleeping on Bakura’s chest, his hair clutched in her tiny fist, but the thief didn’t seem to mind while he stroked her small back. Yami and Yugi were wading through the mountain of paperwork. Seto was taking care of business on his laptop, and Amara paced.

“Look, I’m going to go to Dr. Ersoy’s office and set up Kira’s next appointment. At least then this walking will accomplish something.”

Seto looked up, “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No,” she glanced at the two spiky haired duelists. “You may be needed here.”

Another hour passed. Kira’s appointment was made. The paperwork was finished. The tomb robber had fallen asleep as well. Seto had closed his laptop, having finished everything he could. And Amara still paced. The overbearing silence was soon broken by the rest of their friends rushing through the emergency room doors.

Seto shook his head at the expectant looks on their facand and they continued to wait. Twenty minutes later, a doctor came over to talk to the group of worried teens.

“Mr. Moto did have a mild heart attack.” Yugi let out a ragged sob. “However, we were able to bring everything under control with medication.”

“Doctor, is he out of danger?” Amara asked.

The doctor rubbed the back of his neck tiredly, “He admitted to keeping this to himself for some time. There is always a small amount of damage with every attack. We are admitting him to run a complete battery of tests to determine how extensive the damage is.”

“When can he come home?” Yami asking the question Yugi was too distraught to voice.

“If the tests go well, he can go home tomorrow morning. If not, and we have to do more testing then Wednesday at the latest.”

“Best case scenario, doctor. What will his life be like?” He looked at Amara, knowing the young lady had been through a similar situation before by her questions, “He will have to slow down, considerably, and he will be on a number of medications for the rest of his life. But he should have a number of highly active and productive years left.”

“Can we see him?”

“Only family right now. I’m afraid.”

Yami and Yugi stood to follow the doctor. Yugi turned to Amara, silently offering her to join them.

“No, you two go on,” she smiled, shooing them on.

“Maybe one of us should stay at the game shop with them,” Tristan suggested, after they had gone.

“They will be staying at the mansion tonight.” All eyes turned to the tall brunet. “I doubt Yugi will be in any condition to do anything, and Yami will have his hands full comforting Yugi.”

When the spiky haired duo returned, everyone realized Seto was right, except Yami looked like he was barely keeping it together as well.

As they prepared to go, a stern faced nurse came over to them, “Excuse me. You are the family of Mr. Moto? Where should we send the bill for his stay? That portion of the forms was missing from the packet given to you.”

Before Amara or Yugi could say anything, Seto handed the woman his business card. “Send it to me,” his face was a blank mask and his voice was hard. “And improve the employ competence around here.”

That nurse couldn’t get back to her desk fast enough.

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Amara came downstairs from putting Kira down for the night to find Mokuba still lying in the living room floor. When she checked, she saw the boy was asleep, but his homework was finished. She closed his book, and gathered his papers, putting them in his school bag then setting it on a hook by the door. She cleared away the remains of snacks, loading the dishes in the dishwasher and tossing the trash.

Back in the living room, she was trying to figure out how to get the sleeping boy up to his room without waking him when she felt a hand on her back. She turned around, smiling at Seto.

“You stopping for the night?” she asked softly.

He nodded, scooping Mokuba off the floor. He mumbled something and snuggled against Seto’s chest, but didn’t wake. Amara followed turning off lights then slipped past them to open Mokuba’s bedroom door and turn down the sheets. She stood at the end of the bed, watching Seto tuck his little brother in, lightly kissing his forehead, and setting his alarm.

Amara kissed Mokuba’s cheek, “Good night,” she whispered.

They were both surprised by Mokuba’s sleepy reply. “Good night, mommy.”

She looked up at Seto, shocked to say the least. He smiled, “You’re the only mother he’s ever known.”

They walked out arms around each other, closing the door behind them and found Yami slumped against the hallway wall, his head in his hands.

“Yami, what’s wrong?”

He looked up at the two, his eyes red rimmed and puffy. “He won’t eat. He hasn’t stopped crying. I can’t help him,” his voice dropped to a barely heard whisper. “He’s my love, my other half, my life, and I can do nothing to ease his pain.”

“Maybe that’s because you haven’t acknowledged the fact that this is affecting you too,” Amara said gently. “You have the right to be scared, sad, and vulnerable now too. You may be a former pharaoh, but you are also a young man struggling with life just like everyone else.”

With a quiet sob, the ancient spirit lunged foreword into Amara’s open arms. He felt safe and secure when not one but two pair of strong arms wrapped around him. For the first time in many thousands of years, pharaoh cried. He let all the fear and uncertainty he felt pour from him as the tears poured from his eyes.

After a few minutes the tears ceased, and he tried to pull away. Amara held him tighter, stroking his back, “You have every right, Yami. You can be a normal man right now, with all the normal insecurities.”

“Yugi needs me,” he murmured.

“You’ll be able to better help him once you take a few minutes to help yourself.”

He leaned into their embrace, no longer crying, but simply gaining strength from their presence. When he pulled back the second time, Amara let him. He was surprise when Seto reached over to wipe the last remaining tears from his cheeks with a surprisingly gentle finger.

“Now, we go help Yugi,” Amara said, opening the door to their room.

Yugi sat on the end of the bed, hugging a pillow, rocking slightly. Amara motioned Yami to the head of the bed. Once he was settled, she picked Yugi up, causing the slight boy to start.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, setting him in his dark’s lap.

Yami wrapped his arms around Yugi, lying the smaller’s head under his chin. Amara motioned Seto to sit on one side of the pair with her on the other. She slipped her arms around them, nodding for Seto to do the same.

“You’re safe and secure with your yand and your friends,” she gently laid her cheek on Yugi’s temple. “Now cry.” And he did.

If anyone were to have looked into the room, they would have seen a golden aura, originating from Amara to circle the other three and then return to her.

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He stood outside his boss’ room, summoned for the first time in a week. He rapped once, as usual and entered.

“Is there anything to report?” The boss’ voice sounded weak and pained.

“The owner of the Kame Game Shop has been hospitalized with heart trouble, sir.”

“Umm, that could be useful, later on.”

There was a light shuffling and a silhouette appeared in front of the huge plate glass window. It leaned heavily on the glass for support.

“Our... ’benefactor’...is very...displeased with the lack of results from our attempts to acquire the vessel. School is now back in session, and Kaiba-boy will be attending. There are letters on the table, send them out tomorrow. We shall begin using the various systems of society to separate the mother from the child.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I want a tail on the mother at all times with operatives standing by to move at a moments notice.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Place operatives in every employment agency in the city, in positions to place future operatives in the Kaiba mansion.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Also, deliver six ‘playthings’ here, promptly at nine this evening. Our ‘benefactor’ requires more release, and I am too weak.” The latter part was said as if to himself rather than the servant.

“Yes, sir.”

The silhouette jumped, startled. “Dismissed,” he said hurriedly.

He picked up the letters and left the room. Walking down the hall, he felt sorry for the six prostitutes he would bring here tonight. He could still hear the dying screams of the last batch, every night when he went to sleep.

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“So, how did young Yugi take the news that his grandfather has to stay another day at the hospital?”

Amara and Tessa were cleaning and organizing the apartment over the game shop. It had duel purposes, it got some need chores out of the way for the three men for when Gramps came home, and it kept Amara busy so she wouldn’t worry as much.

“Not too well, but Grandpa told him to go to school, so he did. And he looked better, not as pale, and breathing a lot easier.”

Tessa placed the last folded towel on top of the pile in the basket. “Laundry is done,” she picked up the basket heading for the stairs to the bedrooms. “You know for three bachelors, they aren’t as messy as one would think,” she chuckled.

The buzzer for the shop door sounded, and just as Amara was going to tell whoever is was the shop was closed for the day, her cell phone went off.

She flipped it open and trotted down the steps, “Hello?”

*Hello yourself.*

Amara smiled, entering the shop, “To what do I owe the honor of having the CEO of Kaiba Corp calling me in the middle of the morning?”

*You shared his bed last night.*

“Oh, what do I get from said CEO if I make wild passionate love to him all night long?” Amara wasn’t sure if what she heard was a muffled moan or if Seto had simply shifted the phone.

*Have the workers I sent over showed up?*

She figured it was simply a shifting of the phone, since he was all business now. “If you mean the two people dressed in blue and gold standing outside the shop door, yes they’re here.”

*They have been instructed to take orders from you until the old man gets back.*

“Be nice,” she chided.

*I was,* he coughed slightly. *Tell them what to do and it will be done or they get fired.*

“Okay, can do,” she opened the door, motioning them in. “Will you be home at a decent time today after the office?”

*As soon as possible.*

“Fair enough,” she winked at the two workers. “Love you.”

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, *I love you too.* The connection was cut.

Amara smiled at the two workers, “He doesn’t scare me. I’ve seen him sitting around in his boxers eating nacho cheese dip from the jar with his fingers.”

They grinned at each other. They were going to like working with this girl.

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Yugi stood in the doorway of Kira’s nursery, smiling at Amara trying in vain to get the little girl dressed. “Need some help?”

“Gods, if you think you can do it, be my guest. I’ve tried for five minutes and have succeeded in diapering her and that’s it.” She waved the small duelist over to the squirming baby. With unbelievable efficiency, Yugi had the little girl dressed in less than a minute. “Wise ass.”

“I don’t see yours doing my math homework,” he retorted. Amara laughed. Yugi quickly joined in.

“You seem to be doing better.”

Yugi nodded, “Yeah, it helped having something else to think about, you know?”

“Yep, it does. Tessa and I cleaned the house for you guys today, and Seto sent over two workers, so I had them clean the shop and restock it.”

Yugi sat, picking at a loose thread on the bedspread, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Amara joined him “I know, but it’ll help when Grandpa comes home,” she pulled him into a gentle hug. “It’s what you do when you care for someone.”

Yugi let the red head hold him, content to let someone else be in charge for a while. He had a feeling he would not be able to afford the luxury for much longer.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

“It’s fine. Make a list and I’ll go shopping for you guys before I go get Grandpa and bring him home.”

Yugi nodded and stood to go. “I think I’ll go to my room for a while and see if Yami will wake up.”

Amara looked confused. “Yugi I checked your room earlier, and he’s not there.”

With a chuckle, he pointed to the puzzle around his neck, “He’s asleep in here.”

“Really?” She got a truly evil glint in her eye, “Can I wake him up?”

Curious as to what the red head had planned, Yugi agreed. Amara raced from the room, returning with a metal spoon from the kitchen. With an evil smirk and a waggle of her eyebrows, she rapped the spoon sharply against the side of the puzzle right on the eye emblem.

Yami appeared instantly, holding his ears, doubled over and groaning. “Sweet Ra of heaven! Yugi, what the hell did you run into? It sounded like I was trapped inside a fucking bell!”

Yugi clamped both hands over his mouth to keep from laughing. Amara stood there grinning sheepishly at the glaring spirit, ducking the hand holding the spoon behind her back.

“A spoon?! You let her hit the puzzle with a fucking spoon?!” Yugi burst out laughing. “Not funny, aibou!”

“It is to everyone but you,” Amara was laughing as well. “Besides, I coerced him.”

Yami’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Riiight, and I’m fucking Cleopatra.”

Smirking, Amara pointed down, “Nice asp.”

Yami looked down and vanished, his face beet red. He had exited the puzzle so fast he hadn’t taken the time to materialize clothes. He reappeared, weariis nis normal leather attire.

With an air of damaged dignity, Yami turned on his heel and walked out. Hearing the door to the next room over open and close, Amara and Yugi started to laugh anew.

“I’d better go and see if he’s mad at us.”

“I doubt he is, Yugi. Seeing as I made you laugh.”

Soft violet eyes regarded her thoughtfully then smiling, Yugi left the room.

Amara twirled the spoon in her fingers. “I’ll have to try that on Bakura,” she muttered, handing it to Kira. She stared at the wall separating the nursery from Yugi’s room thoughtfully, “For a little guy, he’s hung.” Amara turned red when she realized what she had said. “Gods, I hope Seto gets home early.”

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Yugi found his dark sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at the floor. He sat beside him, laying his head on his arm.

{Are you made at me?}

Yami leaned his head against Yugi’s, {{No, aibou. She made you laugh.}} He turned, taking the small boy into his arms, {{Even if it was at my expense and my ears will ring for the next three days. }}

{} “I love you, Yami.”

“I love you.”

“Will you ever leave me?” {}

Yami looked up, concerned about his light’s out-of-the-blue question. “No, Yugi. I will never leave you. As long as you live I will be beside you until you wish me it otherwise.” {{}}

“I will never want to be separated from you.” {relief, conviction}”Will you still feel the same waya fea few years?”

Yami lifted Yugi’s chin, crimson eyes searched pale violet and Yami could see the deep fear. “Little one, why do you ask these things?”

Yugi pulled his chin from Yami’s grip, burying his face against the leather clad chest. “I’m never going to amount to anything more than I am; a small and weak shop owner. You were once the ruler of a huge country worshipped as a god. I would have only been a merchant then, and not a very good one at that.”

Yami could feel the trembling in Yugi’s small frame. He tightened his grip and shoved his own fears aside; his hikari was what mattered most, no matter the personal cost to him.

“Yugi, if you do nothing more than adequately provide the necessities of life for those you love, you will have achieved the greatest success possible in life.” Yami pressed a small kiss to Yugi’s head, gaining strength for what he was to say next. “It is I who should wonder if you will leave me.”

Yugi pulled back to look up at his dark. Yami eyes were soft and sincere, showing the young duelist a depth of vulnerability he didn’t think the former ruler could possess. He opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by a slender finger pressed to his lips.

“Let me finish, aibou. I was Pharaoh. I could have given you anything and everything your heart desired. I could have people killed just for looking at you, if I wanted to be the only one to behold your beauty,” he sigheentlently cupping Yugi’s face. “Now, I am a relic. I have no knowledge of your world, and much of it frightens me.” He chuckled lightly at the shocked look on Yugi’s face. “Yes, aibou. I get frightened. You think you need me, but in truth it is I who need you. Once I could have laid the world at your feet. Now, I can only give my heart to you.”

“That is all I need, Yami.” Yugi tilted his face up to his lover, lips slightly parted.

Yami smirked; he knew his little light so well. He leaned down pressing their lips together at Yugi’s silent request.

Yugi melted against his dark, giving himself over completely to the former pharaoh. He trusted his yami not to hurt him, not so much physically; he knew Yami would never cause him physical harm, but emotionally. His grandfather’s illness had left the young duelist with a fear of being alone, to have no one in the world care for him, or about him.

Yami felt the link he shared with Yugi open fully as he deepened the kiss. He was nearly overwhelmed by the feelings of insecurity he felt from his light. {{Yugi, little one. Do you want this now.}}

Yugi pulled back, gazing deeply into crimson eyes. {Yes, I do. Love me, Yami. For just a little while, make me forget.}

Yami kissed him again softly before pushing the school jacket from Yugi’s shoulderami ami undid the buttons of Yugi’s white shirt then moved behind the boy to slip it off his shoulders.

{{You are beautiful, aibou.}} Yami trailed kisses up Yugi’s now bare arm. He suckled at the exposed skin between the leather shirt and neck buckle, nipping slightly. He smirked at the soft moan from his lover.

Yugi couldn’t stop the shivers as his dark’s slender fingers danced over his leather clad chest. He ached to have those talented fingers touch his bare skin, {Why do I wear this thing?}

{{, I have often wondered that as well. Actually, why must you wear clothing at all? If I were still Pharaoh, I would never have you clothed, so I could feast upon your beauty every second.}}

Yugi groaned, loudly, {Do you have any idea what saying things like that does to me?}

“Yes I do,” Yami whispered then lightly flicked the top of Yugi’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “But I still mean ever word.”

Yugi lay against darkdark, breathing rapidly, trying to regain some semblance of coherency. He eased himself up, turning to face the spirit. As one they both reached for the other’s neck buckle, unfastening them and tossing them to the floor.

This was something Yugi had insisted they do from the beginning, undress each other. It had begun as insecurity on Yugi’s part. He had believed once Yami saw his small, and in his mind imperfect body; the once ruler would have no desire for him at all. How wrong he was.

Yami felt as if he were being given a gift, more precious than all the treasure he had ever had in his palace. The feeling never diminished no matter how many times he undressed his small lover. His hands still shook from the restraint needed for him not to rip the clothing from his hikari and ravish him.

Once he had ‘opened’ his ‘gift’, Yami laid Yugi carefully on the bed. He stood back; gazing at the boy, sending prayers up to every deity he had ever worshipped in his life for what he had been given. He also pitied the poor sorry schmuks, they would never know the joy of touching this perfect treasure.

“You are mine, hikari. No one shall ever have you but me,” he growled, kissing soft lips fiercely.

Yugi felt a spike of raw lust shoot through him at the possessiveness coming from his dark. His yami was just as possessive as Bakura; he was simply more subtle about showing it in public.

Yami softened the kiss when he felt Yugi’s mental arousal. He darted his tongue out, asking for entrance into his aibou’eet eet cavern. He wasn’t surprised when Yugi’s tongue met his in a soft caress before allowing him to explore anew the territory so familiar to him.

Yami trailed his lips over Yugi’s jaw line to his throat, alternating between tongue, lips, and teeth to bring out all those deliciously arousing sounds his light made. He ghosted han hands over Yugi’s chest, stomach, hips and thighs, stroking here, gently grazing blunt nails there.

Yugi arched up into those teasing touches, silently begging for more. As usual his dark ignored his pleas as wet open mouthed kisses were scattered over his chest. Yami was definitely the darker of the two. He reveled in torturing Yugi with his hands moutmouth. The small duelist was soon sobbing in frustration and need.

{{You seem distressed, my light.}} Yami dipped his head down, taking one pert nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue.

Yugi bit his lip to keep from moaning. If Yami wanted to tease and frustrate him, he was not so innocent as to not retaliate.

Yami looked up and frowned. His little lover wanted to be difficult, so be it. He leaned up and began to pepper kisses over Yugi’s face until he reach his sweet lips. He poured everything into that kiss, his passion, love, and desire. His hands brushed against sensitive places, teasingly.

Yugi’s mind and body were reeling form the sensations and emotions his yami was giving him. He groaned out in frustration when Yami pulled away.

“Problem, aibou?” He nipped gently at Yugi’s chin. “Do you want something?”

“You,” came the breathy reply. “Inside me.”

Yami laid his head on Yugi’s chest, concentrating on his breathing.

{, Yami, you okay?}

{{Do you know what you do to ME when you say that?}} his mental voice was strained.

{The same thing this does to you,} Yugi thrust his hips up, bumping their erections together.

Yami groaned. {{Keep that up and I may not be able to hold myself back to prepare you properly.}}

{, One time won’t kill me.}

Yami head snapped up. Yugi gasped at the raw lust he saw in the crimson orbs. Yami held a hand in the air, and in a tiny flash of light, a small earthenware jar appeared. He dipped his fingers into the scented cream within.

Yugi ran his fingers through the multicolored hair of his lover. He lay back, closing his eyes, letting himself be swept away by the light strokes on his thigh. This was what he wanted, what he needed now, to lose himself in his yami, his lover. He felt a slick finger circling his entrance then lightly press against him then resume circling. Yami was being extremely patient.

Yugi opened his eyes and nearly cried at the tender loving expression on his lover’s face. “Yami...ahhh...” his body was gently invaded.

Yami slowly moved his finger in and out, liberally spreading the cream inside Yugi’s tight channel. Yugi began to relax into the pleasing sensation and Yami slipped in a second.

Yugi tensed slightly. {{, Did I hurt you?}}

{, No.} He lightly squeezed his yami’s fingers with his inner muscles. In response, the darker pressed deeper, hitting the one spot he was searching for. A shuddering cry escaped Yugi as a blaze of white filled his vision.

“You like that?” Yami murmured.

“Mh’hm.”

Yami chuckled at his aibou’s inability to form a simple word. He carefully scissored his fingers, stretching to make room for a third.

Yugi pushed down onto Yami’s hand when the last digit entered him. He writhed and moaned as he was caressed from the inside. When Yami brushed against his prostate, he felt he would explode from the sensation. Suddenly he felt empty, abandoned; panic began to fill his mind.

Gentle hands stroked his hips, “I am here.” A slick heat pressed firmly against his entrance, “You are not alone.” Soft lips pressed to his, “I will never abandon you, my love.” Yami thrust, filling his soul mate and lover. He held still, whispering words of love and devotion in the language of his childhood.

Yugi concentrated on the soft words, letting his body adjust. The pain faded, giving way to the feeling of oneness, of completion. With a contented sigh, he shifted his hips, pressing up at the same time.

Yami moved slowly in long deep strokes. Yugi arched up, meeting every thrust with a quiet moan. Yami’s arms began to tremble with the suppressed need to slam into the heavenly body below him. He wanted this to be more than a lust filled coupling to relieve bodily need. He shifted slightly to ease the tension on his arms, and brushed Yugi’s prostate.

It wasn’t the passion filled cry of his name, or the sudden friction of Yugi wrapping his legs around his waist and thrusting against him that broke the spirit’s control. It was the spear of emotion coming through the mind link from his lover, desire, need, want, trust, lust, and love all entwined together.

Yami pulled out and slammed back in, gripping slim hips tightly, lifting them to meet his thrusts. Their bodies moved in a demanding relentless rhythm.

{{Look at me, aibou.}}

Yugi forced his eyes open, locking with dark crimson. It never ceased to amaze him the emotions he saw in those beautiful eyes. He felt blessed to be the only person Yami let his defenses down for. The dark spirit gentled for their friends but he was vulnerable with only Yugi.

Small fingers gripped Yami’s shoulders tightly. Yami sped up, overtaking his tiring lover. Feeling his release approaching, Yami took Yugi in a mind reeling kiss.

They came together. Each flooding the other’s senses with the euphoria of their climax, which in turn fed into the other’s pleasure, heightening it.

Yami fell to the side of his little lover, wrapping him securely in his arms. They lay together, caressing one another, pressing light kisses to cooling skin. Yugi’s mind began to blur as he drifted into a contented sleep.

{Stay with me.}

{{Always, my love. I would rather be locked away another five thousand years in the loneliness of the puzzle than live one moment without you. Deep conviction}}

{I love you.} Yami felt Yugi’s mental voice fade as sleep claimed the small boy.

“I will always be beside you,” Yami kissed the top of Yugi’s head before surrendering to sleep as well.

He was woken by a soft tapping. It took several seconds for his sleep hazed mind to realize it was coming from the door. Yami untangled himself from his hikari and slipped on a robe.

Amara stood on the other side of the door, holding a tray, “I brought you two some dinner.”

“What time is it?” he ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“Six. I wouldn’t have bothered except the hospital called. Grandpa can come home first thing in the morning.”

Yami glanced at the sleeping form in the bed. “He’ll be glad to hear that.”

Amara handed him the tray and closed the door behind her. Yami set it on the dresser and checked its contents. Amara had brought things that were as good cold as warm.

{{, How does she know?}}

“Know what?”

Yami rejoined his now awake lover on the bed. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he pulled the boy to him. “Amara brought up something to eat, in case you were hungry.”

“Maybe later,” Yugi yawned. “I have you and your love; I’m good.”

TBC

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To Lady Elfskye: I do understand, I cared for several children with ADHD and the medication schedule took some getting used to. My thoughts are with you.