A Darker Chocolate

Pairings: Yugi/Yami: Puzzleshipping (even though it might not seem like it in the beginning), Yugi/cake: ?shipping and implied Bakura/Malik: Thiefshipping

A Darker Chocolate

"Make sure your ass is back here in 30!"

"It always is, ain't it?"

"Don't fucking mouth me off, Yami."

"I can do what I goddamn well please because it's my fucking lunch break and you can just suck it for the next 30 flying fucking minutes."

Yugi's eyes whipped towards the door and he made a cat-like dodge underneath a table as the knob slowly turned and "Yami" stepped into the lounge. For some reason, Hell liked to cover its lunchroom tables with white doily tablecloths but, at the moment, Yugi was nowhere near complaining. While the covering provided an easy hiding spot for the young, nearly caught red-handed angel, the little holes gave him a decent view of the room. Yugi's guilt sunk in as he watched the demon stroll towards the refrigerator, peek inside, give an audible "Mmmm," and plate a huge slice of his beloved. Yugi's eyes glistened at the sight of the big hunk of brownness and he unconsciously gulped back the saliva threatening to seem through his lips. With a lustful smirk across his face, the demon plucked a fork from the utensil's drawer and sat down at the table right in front of the one Yugi hid under, giving the desiring angel a full frontal view. Although Yugi was sure Yami couldn't see him, he felt like he was being mocked in some way. Yami started off slowly, whipping off a bit of the icing with his forefinger and lapping it up with a sensual moan and a rolling of his eyes. The fork was left untouched as he continued teasing Yugi's beloved, gradually taking off each bit of icing like a painfully slow strip tease.

Yugi's jaw tightened and his bottom lip trembled. He silently Heaven cursed himself for being such a clumsy fool but the emotions coursing through his body felt too good to be wrong. It had to be true love, no matter what the facts told him. On the other hand, Yugi had his morals. This was probably the sickest thing he'd ever done in his life. He felt dirty, but it was also a good kind of dirty, like rolling around in Heaven mud to cool off from the sun.

His breath caught in his throat when a slightly miscalculated shift caused his quiver of arrows to rustle a bit too loudly. Yami blinked and paused for a moment but didn't seem too concerned about the unidentifiable noise. With a sigh of relief, Yugi carefully slid the quiver off his shoulders and set it on its side, not willing to take the same risks again. When his eyes fell on the colourful array of fletchings, memories of the events leading up to this moment flooded into his mind. Two things stood out the most. The first was the fact that Angel's food cake sucked. He didn't know what sort of reasoning Heaven had for this rule for desserts but anything darker than the yellow in lemon meringue pie was strictly prohibited. Caramel, cinnamon and almonds were only obtained through "underground means" at best and chocolate was completely out of the question (except, of course, white chocolate). The second was the widely prevalent knowledge that, when angels gamble, they gambled hard. Although Yugi was a gamer, he was never much of a gambler. However, the potential for it had always been there and it merely needed the right amount of coercing in order to surface.

-Flashback-

The one the do this was Malik Ishtar. This relatively low-ranking angel got into heaven by the skin of his behind. He'd spent his mortal days involved in petty crimes, indulging in a sedentary lifestyle and obeying every call from his "appetite." Basically, his id got a disproportionately large amount of attention. The only reason why he got into heaven in the first place was because he died saving a puppy. Cliché, but true. While attempting to J-walk six lanes of traffic at two in the morning, he'd seen a speeding car barrel toward the cutest poodle he'd ever laid eyes on. Being a softy at heart for all things lovable and fluffy, he made a heroic dive for the frightened creature just in time to shove it out of the way. He had a split second to realise he'd never make it before the speeding car slammed into him at double the limit, killing him instantly.

One could always catch Malik hanging out somewhere amongst the greenery of Heaven's Haven Happy Harp Park, either with a deck of cards or miniature casino games. Despite the reputation he'd established in his mortal life, there was usually a crowd around him, some bringing their puppies for Malik to kiss.

"Oh Malik, that was quite amazing! Would you kindly do it again?" These were usually the types of comments one would hear if one were to pass by and, at the time, Yugi happened to be the one passing by. Yugi was never one to judge others, despite the temptation from his lofty station in Heaven. His job was to "induce" love. Basically, this consisted of shooting his Eros Arrows in accordance to a strictly defined list by the Big Guy and keeping an inventory of those afflicted by his spell. Of course such a responsibility was only permitted to those with a spotless record, but Yugi hadn't needed to work hard to get it.

To his dismay, most people called Yugi "Cupid." The name had other negative connotations aside from the fact that Greek and Roman mythology were considered blasphemous in Heaven. For one, he was treated like a fat-half-naked-diaper-wearing infant. While none of these things were true, adults doubted his ability to do anything outside the boundaries of his profession and teenagers his own age watched what they said and did around him.

"Greetings Yugi!" The salutation came as a surprise to him since, as far as he knew, Malik couldn't care less about whom he was or what he did. "Would you like to play a game of Roulette?"

"Apologies, Malik, I'd be very much obliged to participate but I do not play such games."

"Come now," The crossed-legged man on the grass beckoned, "I would be quite disappointed if you decline my offer."

"Well, if that is the case," Yugi stopped and considered, scratching the back of his neck, "It would, indeed, be rude of me to arouse any ill feelings between us. Perhaps I shall indulge in one game."

"I would very much appreciate that."

Yugi watched intently as Malik demonstrated how the game was played. There were only five others watching with him: Serenity, Téa, Mana, Verisimilitude and Chastity. The rules were simple and Yugi caught on in no time.

Malik rolled the tiny ball between his thumb and forefinger confidently, "As you can see, the rules are, relatively, straightforward."

"You are quite correct." Yugi mused.

"Shall we proceed?"

"We shall."

Yugi did not anticipate the addictive power of Roulette. In no time, he was immersed in the act of spinning the wheel, dropping the ball and calculating the speed of the spin and where the ball would land in relation to this speed. He was slightly disappointment when it became apparent that this was all there was to it.

"Surely there is more to this game than simply rolling a tiny ball on a wheel." Yugi insisted, after easily passing round one without any awareness of having done so.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing more to it. This game is the same now as it had been when it was created."

"I mean no offence, Malik, but this game is rather unchallenging."

The girls gasped at the veiled arrogance of this comment.

"Rest assured, I take no offence at all. You are known for your remarkable abilities in the art of the game. You have thwarted all manner of conundrums and puzzles which others only dream of unravelling. I should apologize for presenting you with this farce of a so-called game." Malik said sincerely, making Yugi's stomach sink in guilt.

"I mean no disrespect at all! Perhaps we can find ways to enhance the difficulties of this game. Surely a mind such as yours can conjure something?"

Malik grinned creepily, and if Yugi had known the implications of this grin beforehand, he would have backed out then and there. But this was Heaven and, for the most part, the inhabitants of Heaven (being angels), didn't mess with each other the way mortals and demons did.

"Fortunately, Yugi, I have a proposal."

Yugi was taken aback. Malik's ideas came pretty quickly. Either that or -

"In the mortal world, it is customary to accompany a game such as Roulette with certain conditions."

"Conditions such as?"

"You know, a bet."

The oddity of the last comment made everyone to stare at Malik quizzically.

"I-I mean we each place a wager of equal proportion as a prize for the winner of the game. Whoever triumphs in the round in which the proposal is placed is awarded the privilege of reaping the gains from the one who losses. With each passing round, a wage of increasing value is proposed by both parties, hence, in a sense, increasing the difficulty of the game and the excitement as well as the challenge of the game itself. It would be of great enjoyment!"

"Ah, perfect sense."

"So, shall we?"

"I see no harm."

"Very well. We shall begin with a simple wager. Might I suggest one feather from each of our backs?"

Yugi blushed at the implied innuendo of this suggestion and the girls started giggling. The idea was far milder to Malik's ears than Yugi's but he was highly amused by the young seraph's discomfort. Not one to back out so quickly, however, Yugi conceded.
Both sides saw wins and losses. As the stakes rose, so did the number of spectators. Soon a thick crowd of winged immortals encircled the pair, watching unblinkingly and cheering on their favourite player.

"Your golden wand is yours no more!"

"Oh misfortune!"

"No need for profanities, my friend. In accordance to our agreement, please relinquish your treasure."

The crowd "oooooed" and "ahhhhhhed" and rabbled amongst themselves as Malik begrudgingly handed over his rod-shaped hunk of solid gold. Yugi took the item with more relief than joy (since he would have balled his eyes out if he'd lost his golden puzzle to Malik, not that he'd wanted to put it up anyways but Malik sort of forced him to) and, in his angelic goodness, planned to return it to its owner once the games were through.

The vestige of malice and greed from Malik's mortal days resurfaced at this point and he decided to end it with one last, rule-bending wager. He'd been fair the whole time, which was pretty good for someone like him. Maybe the angel thing did something to him or maybe it was afraid of getting caught by the Big Guy, either way, he was sick of losing his stuff.

"One last round before we break for the evening?"

"Very well." Was the exasperated reply.

Malik tried holding back the giddiness in his tone, "My wager is simple; I'll lower myself as your servant for the rest of time if I lose this round."

The silence was so perfect one could hear the Heaven mice flying around in the distance.

Yugi fumbled with the golden wand, "Is that not too unreasonable? I have nothing of equal value to such a grand sacrifice!"

"Perhaps I can offer a suggestion."

For the second time that day, Yugi was surprised at how quickly Malik came up with his ideas.

"This may be elaborate compared to my wager but do try to follow as best as you can. For your end of the bargain, I would like you to go down to Hell and strike a certain demon with one of your arrows for me."

"Truly you are not - "

"In addition, I would greatly appreciate the gesture if you used one of your burgundy arrows."

"That is completely against the r -"

"You do not seem too pleased with this proposal, Yugi." Malik eyed Yugi with a false pouting of his lips and Yugi's gaze fell away, conflicted. "You are not insinuating that this is a greater risk than the one I offered, are you? I do believe what I have laid out here falls short of what I am willing to offer you."

"But I can only act according to the instructions given to me. I have never strayed from this rigidly defined path and I do not want to disappoint the one who has trusted me with this task. Apologies, but please do not ask me to break the rules of Heaven. I would be very much obliged if a different arrangement was in order."

"I promise not to tell."

Yugi's purple eyes snapped up.

Malik looked around the crowd of uncomfortable angels. "My gracious friends, surely you would not let any harm befall our beloved "Cupid," especially considering the light-hearted nature of our fun and games. All will be well and good if this secret rests amongst us and us only."

Gazes darted from one angel to another, searching for an unspoken consensus. Pockets of these immortals secretly whispered to each other while others merely waited for a brave soul to offer his or her answer so they can simply follow along. A tense silence hung above them like a flaming halo. Finally, a shaky hand penetrated the air.

"I, Joeyous of the Janitorial Cherubs, shall keep that promise."

The less-than-genuine relief rippled through the crowd and a chorus of tense (winged) shoulders visibly sagged. Singular hands began flying up in the air, first slowly, then more rapidly, as angels followed suit like lemmings over a cliff. Despite their good intentions and reluctance to cause conflict, angels were also cowards.

Malik turned back to the wide-eyed Yugi who didn't think he'd be more torn than before. "Your friends are with you, Yugi, shall we proceed?"

The little seraph stared at his arrows, knowing he'd probably lose them within the week if something went wrong. He ran his fingers along the shaft of one of two burgundy ones, "Must it be burgundy, Malik?"

"In accordance to the wager, indeed it must be burgundy."

"But please consider the possibility that I wreak havoc within the realm of the underworld with this volatile arrow. As the wielder of this divine tool, I am well-versed in both its advantages and its terrible disadvantages. Surely both Heaven and Earth will hear of this misdeed!" Yugi pleaded, desperation lacing his tone.

"I mean no disrespect, Cupid, but I do not believe your burgundy arrows are as dangerous as you believe them to be. Indeed I agree that they are the most potent of your tools but the magnificence of their strength is not so grand as to affect both Heaven and Earth as you say. You are a formidable member of our society but you are far from shaking the entire realm!" Having said that all in one breath, Malik gave a much-needed exhale.

"Perhaps not."

"Shall we proceed?" Malik's eye twitch in impatience.

"I…"

"Yugi…"

"The burgundy one, Malik?"

"Yes."

"Truly, Malik?"

"Truly."

"Surely?"

"Surely."

"That specific one?"

"None other."

"This other one would not suffice?"

"No."

"Or this?"

"No."

"Or this?"

"No!"

"Or this?"

"How many times do I have to say it, you little brat?"

Yugi froze and everyone went silent. Hands clapped over mouths, other hands clapped over chests and a few angels fainted.

"I-I mean…" Malik stammered, censoring his language and controlling the volume of his voice weakly, "This very one and none other. Recall that I promise to be your everlasting servant should I lose this round."

"V-very well."

Malik's hand flew to his throat to suppress an irritated groan and he plastered on a forced smile. Yugi's hesitation hadn't been completely fruitless. In the time it took for the seraph to finally give in, Malik had managed to inconspicuously switch the harmless ball for his personal magnetized one. The negatively-charged metal object would easily be drawn to it's counterpart on the wheel. 23 red. The perfection of this plan was completed by the fact that it was his turn to call. He handed Yugi the ball.

Yugi stared at the thing for a moment before mechanically spinning the wheel and dropping the ball inside. He fought the urge to cover his eyes as the hypnotic spin seemed to go on endlessly. Everyone watched on edge as the wheel slowed and the little white ball bounced harmlessly from one section to the next. 4…21…2…25…17.

"Umm… please be so kind as to make your call."

"Hmm, it is quite difficult to decide," Malik feigned pensiveness, sneaking a glance at Yugi to see if he'd noticed, "Well, since your spin was the most perfect spin I have ever witnessed, I may well need to simply take a guess devoid of any true judgment. 23 red seems like a rather pleasant number, I shall choose that."

The wheel stopped and Malik clapped his hands gleefully. A few angels grimaced, others stared in disbelief, while others uttered Heaven swears under their breaths.
Yugi's vision fizzled before everything went dark and he flopped over.

- not end of flashback yet -

Unlike the "Cupid" of mythology, Yugi didn't just shoot people to make them fall in love. There was more of a range in the types of affection he dealt with and each of the four major categories was matched with a different-coloured arrow. The ones with a yellow fletching signified friendship. Had it been anyone else, this job would have been very tedious because most of his working day was spent with these. The next level of intimacy was marked by a pink arrow. Since this was paired with puppy, or chaste, love, it wasn't a surprise that the target audience for these were senior elementary school to freshmen high school students. Sadly, the usage of this arrow had seen a drastic shift in paradigm as the audience for it increasingly shrunk. According to the charts, this love was doomed for extinction somewhere in the next hundred years. The people lost to this category didn't disappear, they were simply displaced. This led to the increasing usage of his rose and burgundy arrows. Despite countless centuries in this position, Yugi still had his reservations when it came to the rose-coloured arrows. The implied permanence of "true" love and the devastation that resulted from damage to this relationship was a daunting experience. Fortunately, it was an incredible sight when he saw success.

Yugi had no idea why the burgundy arrows existed at all. He didn't have the guts to question the Big Guy and others were reluctant to tell him. The only thread of connection he could make was a vague reference to Genesis 1 which documented a command for the first humans to "be fruitful and multiply." He'd always run off in a haste after casting one of these because of his self-proclaimed squeamishness. As a result, he never really found out what the "potent covetousness of a sexual nature" arrow did.

Yugi looked at the picture of a white-haired, fierce-looking demon labelled "Bakura" and gulped. While he couldn't be more curious as to why Malik took interest in this demon (and wanted to use a burgundy arrow on him!), he also didn't want to be weighed down by forbidden knowledge. He'd resolved to pull this off the same way always did: take a shotty aim, throw it with his eyes closed, and run off before he could even see it hit its mark. This strategy had always been fool proof, partly because he was never there to see it fail. And this, in his mind, made perfect sense.

The problem was finding his way around Hell without standing out. He'd feebly made an attempt to conceal his full, fluffy, soft, snow-white, feathered wings by painting them black but it was still obviously clear that they bore no resemblance to the holed, leathery, boney, tough, bat-like wings sported by the demons. His vernacular didn't exactly fit in either. Five minutes in this world and he knew, if he wasn't already dead, that he'd probably die of blood loss through the ears.

"How about you suck my big, fat, non-existent, tits?"

"How about I kick you in your big, fat, non-existent, balls?"

"How about you blow my big, fat, highly not non-existent balls?"

Yugi braced himself against a wall with a hand over his heart to still his palpitations. Having to hide and search at the same time, his progress was painfully slow. Thankfully (well, sort of), he'd finally found Bakura. Although listening to demon-tongue brought tears to his eyes and felt like the sting of a hundred mortal needles on an open wound, Yugi forced himself to wait out for his opportunity. With burgundy arrow poised, he cracked open the door to the lunchroom just enough to slip the head through.

Blood dripped from the thick piece of Hell stake as Bakura ripped off a huge chunk with his teeth, "How 'bout…mmhmhymuyum you go 'crew 'ur… mmmhyummyum 'ma in her wrinkly, gaping khlam?"

"Don't skeet me, there ain't such a thing as a khlam." The other demon, someone who looked suspiciously like Malik, retorted.

Bakura exaggeratingly gulped his giant bite and wiped his mouth off with a forearm, "Hells yeah there is," He pulled a Hell dictionary off the shelf, flipped through to the "K" section and tapped a finger on a word somewhere in the middle of a page, "See, khlam, read that sonofabitch."

The Malik-look-alike read it and burst out laughing, almost coughing up his Hell rice,
"You, little dick-lapping scrunt!"

"Thanks, mutha-pounda."

"No wonder you shitpissing Aced demon-tongue." The Malik doppelganger gushed, sounding impressed and jealous at the same time.

"More than that, four years in the bloody belching 'gina row I raped that slunk!"

"Wanna tutor this pussyslanker?" The Malik twin begged.

Bakura scoffed, "Just carry around a wangalicious dictionary, like I do."

"But I don't wanna look like a skeg head, snatch faced Hell nerd."

"Then I'll..." Bakura said, confidently snapping the tome shut, "Always be the whoretastically sick, extremely non-virgin, king of a son of a banchi, bum-faced best at demon-tongue, won't I?"

"Fuck."

Yugi, who'd had his arrow aimed at Hell's top linguist, was so startled at the last term that he dropped his ever-so-potent 'weapon'. He'd endured the (in relation to angel-speak) smut spectacularly but the last word was just so, so… bad! His head swam with this new and forbidden knowledge, the word playing in his head repeatedly. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-u-ck. F-u-U-U-U-cK! It was so short but so strong, like the point of a lance through a delicate cocoon. This sinking process took such a toll on the little seraph that he neglected to notice where the arrow landed.

"Oh vast misfortune…"

The thing was sticking out of his foot. Unfortunately, by the time he plucked it out, the effects were already starting to seep in. Part of its potency was in its tendency to blow things out of proportion. Yugi didn't know this at the time (since he always took off while it was still flying through the air) but the burgundy arrow sparked an overwhelming desire in anyone who'd simply had a mild interest in the object of affection during his pre-arrow state. And, in addition to the unique brand of articulation, an exotic dessert also caught Yugi's attention. This dessert, later discovered to be called "Devil's Food Cake," was the darkest morsel of sweetness he'd ever seen in his life. Although he wasn't enthralled by it, he did find himself staring.

With the arrow's juices working their magic, this interest was multiplied about a zillion times. Yugi's knees buckled beneath him and his eyes widened to their maximum wideness to take all that was this object of pure pleasure. Heat flooded into both his cheeks and his groin and he was rendered completely incoherent. He had to have it. He wanted to take it and wanted to take it hard. He wanted to bury his whole face in its moist gooeyness and lap it up like a perverted dog. He wanted to sink his teeth into its virgin softness and tear it apart in a mad, mad passion. He wanted to –

"Aww, shit. Time to get back to my pubichead of a work schedule."

It cannot be!

"Me scrotalicking too."

But we have only had such a short time!

The pair of demons put away the rest of the cake and made a bee-line for the door. With his last ounce of clarity, Yugi narrowly avoided being discovered as rolled around the corner. Dejected at the sight of Bakura locking the door but burning with a determination to see his beloved again, Yugi Heaven swore to return.

- Yugi apologizes for having long flashbacks -

Malik seemed to be waiting for something but circumstances discouraged Yugi from asking. From his dishevelled appearance upon returning to Heaven, Malik assumed Yugi succeeded and Yugi was strongly disinclined to tell him otherwise. However, this also meant that Yugi couldn't ask about it even he wanted to because this would risk bringing up the subject and force him into the unheard of act of lying. Yugi didn't care that much anyways. His thoughts were elsewhere and his preoccupations were so salient that he couldn't bear the sight of any fair-coloured dessert for fear of being unfaithful to his beloved.

That night, he wet his bed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something different about that particular situation and the other times he'd wet his bed as a child. His dreams were graced (or plagued, depending on one's perception of this condition) with the essence of his beloved. His mind fabricated the smell and taste of this thick, luscious chocolate and he saw himself embracing a large piece of it, holding it close and telling it everything was ok. The scene shifted and he was suddenly on top of his beloved, like a kid on a fluffy down bed. He lay on his back and made chocolate angels on it before flipping over and burying his face deep in its richness. The icing oozed its way into his nostrils and belly button and it felt so good to have his beloved inside of him. Yugi didn't want to force anything on his beloved, instead, choosing to let it lead at its own pace. He felt himself sinking into the spongy, sticky, moist softness and he let himself become one with it, taken in a tender gentleness that could only come from the perfect love between a teenage Cupid and a slice of cake.

Before he could fully indulge in this fantasy, the scene shifted again. This time, his beloved was ruthlessly torn away from him and he saw his own hand reach out toward the receding slice of cake in vain. It was held in a box-shaped cage by two familiar demons, crying in anguish to be rescued. Both demons had a fork in hand, prodding and torturing his beloved until its screams died away in exhaustion. Yugi tried to call to it, tried to tell the horrid demons to stop but no sound came out no matter how hard he tried. Tears of agony stung his eyes as he watched the two drag the cage away, his beloved within it sagged over on its side with half its icing dented miserably.

Yugi woke up drenched in sweat and his heart hammered audibly in his chest. A few seconds passed before he fully oriented himself. He sunk back in his down bed, relief flooding him as he realised it had all been a dream. As his mind cleared, he was hit with a dreadful thought. What if those men ate up his beloved completely? Or worse yet, what if they only ate part of it and threw the rest away like some sort of discarded piece of trash? Yugi had to find out. He could stand neither the thought of having such a short amount of time (at a distance no less) with the first object that elicited such intense desires nor of it being treated so crudely at the hands of those who didn't fully understand its worth.

Yugi knew Hell wasn't the safest place to be in the darker hours, especially for angels, but he didn't want to wait until morning and find out he was too late. This was love gosh darn-it and he, being the giver of love, knew that it was completely irrational, disorganized, unintelligible and devoid of logic in any way. So, with blind resolve, he rolled out of bed, dressed in his usual white tunic belted with a golden chord, grabbed his quiver and snuck out into the night.

- flashback finally ends -

Sneaking into the lair of Hell at the time he did had been completely pointless. He'd learned that the lunchroom was kept locked until lunch time so he ended up spending the rest of the night and all of morning in hiding instead of his warm bed. The wait was excruciating and he found himself checking every five seconds to see if anyone came by with the key. He'd tapped sandaled feet and paced back and forth in a borderline obsessive-compulsive manner coming very, very close to letting out a frustrated scream that would have given him away in an instant. As soon as the custodial demon turned his back with a large ring of dangling Hell keys, Yugi flew (not literally) to the door and wrestled impatiently with the knob that stubbornly separated him and his beloved. He'd shortly made his way to the fridge and caught the sight of his beloved safe inside it when "Yami" stepped in. Although denied again, he was comforted by the knowledge of its safety and an iota of patience returned to him.

This demon was clad almost completely in leather: from the S&M spiked choker on his neck, to the studded boots on his feet. Judging by the visible contours of the demon's trunk and legs, Yugi assumed this leather was pretty thin. The light reflected the detailed curves and crevices of his toned torso, accentuating the differences between his pectorals and his abdomen. His legs too were lean but muscular, complimenting his mid-section perfectly. His countenance was marked by sharp features, particularly a pointed chin and vibrant red eyes. His enormous crown of hair made his face look smaller than it actually was but Yugi wasn't one to say anything about this part since his hair did that too. He was also somewhat deficient in the height area but, again, Yugi was in no position to judge. In sum, these features marked the typical middle-class, white collar demon. This guy with his leather, physique and hair fitted in perfectly with the crowd.

His beloved, however, was a different story. At this closer range, its magnificence was far greater than any of the images his dreams fed him. Its slick outer coating shone against the light like a Mercedes straight out of the dealer. Each ghostly stroke from the knife that marked it represented a certain degree of violence in its creation, a violence that was left forever indeterminate as to whether it was done in malice or in an overly passionate frenzy. A delicate bouquet of chocolate rose buds kissed the uppermost centre of the cake, an exquisite contrast to the hurried lines that marked the rest of its body. Despite the implied secrecy of this outer layer, its innards told an even darker tale. The newly exposed, tender centre seemed to shutter in the harshness of the air. The nearly black, pock-marked backdrop radiated its moistness and Yugi knew it would only be a matter of time before this innocence was hardened by the reality of the outer world. Fiercely white cream struck through the heart of the wedge as a thinly-veiled suggestion to venture further into its core. It sought to prove this wasn't all chocolate, that there was more depth to this seemingly shallow piece of pastry. The third member of this inner triad was a little bit more rebellious. In contrast to the relative complicity of the first two, the blood-red, oozing cherry jam refused to stay in place. Even as this morsel was separated from the rest of its body, the jam refused to go down without a fight, clinging onto its mother body with fierce vigour. Now, in a state of un-wholeness, it dripped downwards onto the plate like bloody tears.

And Yami had an abnormal way of eating.

Yugi's hand clenched the end of his tunic in aroused frustration, knuckles as white as the cloth itself. His mind screamed to turn away but his heart forced him to watch every second of it. As the fork raked across the surface and brought every little fragment of his beloved into the mysterious cavern that was the demon's mouth, Yugi, silently groaned, both mourning its loss and taking an inexplicable pleasure imaging what went on behind closed doors. The demon sat in a lazy posture, taking full advantage of his 30 minutes of bliss and working through his treat in a teasingly unbearable pace. He'd taken a full seven minutes to lick off the top layer of icing and another three to suck his fingers clean. Yugi thought picking up the utensil would make things better, but it didn't. Yami used the thing like a sex toy, prodding and scrapping at it in feathered strokes before doing his business. And it was elaborate business at that. Despite the obviously miniscule bites, he took his time rolling the piece around in his tongue as if robbing it of its essence before sending it down to an eternal dark hole. He also liked to pull the fork out gradually, catching every molecule of chocolate clinging onto the metal tongs with his full demon lips.

The little seraph could feel the heat pounding in his head. The blood in his body had split like the Red Sea, half going to his cherry-coloured face and the other half going to more nether regions. He'd crossed his legs to suppress the bodily reaction but it was to no avail. The foreign but immensely pleasurable feeling had him in the palm of its hand and he could not squirm away no matter how hard he tried. Yugi fought with every moral will to keep his hand from flying to his groin, choosing instead to bite down on his fingers both to still the reflexive action and deal himself penance for such behaviour.

Yami moaned.

At first Yugi thought it was him but he'd never produced such a deep sound in his life. The demon had his eyes closed and was leaning back on the chair further than ever! With one hand still in his mouth and the other gripping on to the leg of the table for dear life, something was going to give. His angelhood sprung from him as if struggling to unfetter itself from its owner and fly towards the object of desire. As Yami wound his way down to the last piece, the pressure of his little one mounted, practically screaming at its master to drive it over the edge.

Yugi couldn't take it anymore. A groan erupted from his very core, shattering every defence and flinging itself up and over the table. Yami froze, fork in midair and head turned toward the source of the sound. He blinked a few times before setting down his fork, getting up, and walking towards Yugi's hiding place.

"What the…"

He bent down and yanked up the side of the tablecloth.

"…Fuck?"

The demon was nose to nose with him, red eyes laced with anger and confusion. But Yugi's attention was elsewhere. Chocolate icing was smeared all over the demon's lips and the corners of his mouth, bringing Yugi's beloved closer to him than ever. In addition, the puff of air released from uttering that word was infused with the scent of the treat, invisible molecules hanging between them in a kind of shared experience. It was that word again. That sickening, dirty, nasty… wrong little word that did it (and in this proximity no less!). Oh the irony, oh the poetic justice, oh the paradox, oh the satirical cruelty, oh the -

In a purely mechanical move, Yugi flung himself at Yami and slammed their lips together in a wet, sloppy kiss. The force knocked the startled demon onto his back with an "oomph" and Yugi was on top of him in a instant, their lips glued together the entire time. With his hardness pressed against Yami's abdomen and one leg on either side of him, Yugi ravished his mouth for every single trace of chocolate hiding in its depths. His hands jammed themselves into Yami's wild mane to secure the demon's head in place as the he licked and sucked away, pouring every ounce of built-up frustration into his fury. After all this time, this was how he was going to take his beloved but he didn't care. His head swam with the pleasure of fulfilling his desire and want coursed through his body like a breaking damn. It felt so good.

Now virginity was considered a blasphemy in Hell and Yami wasn't exactly the most radical demon there. In fact, he was the everyday guy. He tortured the damned with ice picks up the backend (the technical term being Analprodoassing) from nine to five, kept up his demon-tongue by reading regularly, went to the Hell bar with the boys on the weekends, and indulged in some corporal pleasure with a demon or five on a regular basis. Sure conventional sex was frowned upon in Hell and he'd done an adequate share of kinky stuff in the past, but getting jumped on his lunch break by a really, really, REALLY horny angel for apparently no reason was ranked pretty high up there.

Yugi's hands momentarily untangled themselves from Yami's hair as he roughly forced the taller's arms around him. With the decreasing amount of chocolate in the demon's mouth, Yugi's desperation became more…desperate and his body responded by crushing them ever closer. He stuck his tongue as deep into the other's mouth as it could go, fondling every nook and cranny for hidden Easter Eggs and he took whatever he could find without mercy. It didn't help that his tunic rode up in the process, causing his erection to rub painfully against the heat of Yami's leather.

At first, Yami thought one of his buddies/partners had dressed up like an angel and jumped him as a way of playing on the erotic forbiddenness of it all. But all doubt was extinguished as his hands were forced into the white, fluffy mess of feathers and he, for the first time, felt how soft they really were. An angel was actually on top of him! An actual, fucking angel! Whatever drug this goody-two-shoes took to reduce himself to such a (by Heaven's standards) depraved state, Yami wanted to confiscate it and use it himself.

In his near-suffocated state, Yami tried to turning away for a much-needed gulp of air. But the little angel was relentless. He bit and licked and sucked and moaned while doing it all like it was the mouth-Olympics and he was going for the gold. Yami felt himself stir as the angel's stone-hard member rubbed against him with every move he made.

Yami resolved that if he couldn't breathe, he'd at least try to dominate. After all, no one conceded to the uke position without first engaging in a full-on, beastly, brawl that often left both parties too tired for sex. He pushed off with one arm and Yugi felt himself tip sideways, the movement making it difficult for him to continue. Realising this change in gravity would make things harder for him, Yugi shoved the demon back down, pinning his thigh with one knee and his groin with the other. Yami's eyes snapped open at the sharp pain and he gave a muffled scream into the angel's mouth. He didn't realise the angel would be such a little bitch about it and bit said angel's lower lip to make his point.

Yugi's head snapped back and he ran his tongue over the wound. He'd expected full complicity from the demon and this small act of resistance annoyed him. Through heavy breaths, he voiced his displeasure:

"Pluh-ease…tuh-ell me…whuh-y…yuh-ou…did thuh-at…if…yuh-ou…don't…mind me…askuh-ing. And… if… yuh-ou…duh-o…apo-lo-gies…for…fuh-orcing …an …answer …from…yuh-ou."

Yami groaned. Listening to angel-speak, especially in like this, was almost as painful as the knee against his tenderness. He wordlessly tried to push the knee away with his hand, causing Yugi to look down and take the hint. But Yugi only shift his knee a little, enough to ease the pressure but not enough to give the person on the bottom the chance to overpower him again.

"Oh this," Yugi said, pointing to the tense situation down south, "This is due to the fact that I intend to accomplish my goal, a goal that has been rather inconveniently denied of me for too long. Although it may be uncomfortable, I too have been rather uncomfortable and it is due to this fact that I place you in this position. And if you wish to voice your concerns regarding this matter, I suggest you do so after I finished my business here because it is not yet complete!"

Before Yami could utter the half-swear hanging from his mouth, Yugi closed it on it again, holding the demon tightly down limb for limb. The rich blend of chocolate had not yet left his mouth and Yugi wanted to chase after it even if it meant going down Yami's throat to do so. He could feel it inside of the person beneath him reaching out from the depths of Yami's stomach for its one and only.

It didn't take long for Yami's demonhood to enjoy the forceful submission, especially since there was a happy little angelhood right upstairs to say hello. While his pride hollered at him to turn this thing around immediately, his body wanted nothing more than to be of service to the fiery soul above him. Yugi uttered a slight squeak of surprise when Yami wrapped his unpinned leg around the one Yugi had on his erection and began sliding the heel of his foot up and down it firmly. He slid the tunic up past the angel's smooth buttocks and skimmed his fingers on his lower back, enough to send a shutter throughout the other's body. The other hand went in Yugi's hair, doing things that people normally did when their hands were in other people's hair.

He was in awe of how soft everything was. It was like making out with a cloud-marshmallow-kitten. But he was far from being overtaken. After the preliminaries, Yami aimed for the battle zone. Like an expert sword thrust, the experienced demon tongue (demon tongue, not demon-tongue) shot out with a force that chased the angel's tongue back where it belonged. Yugi frowned and punished his action by forcing his knee deeper between the demon's legs, this time, failing to get the reaction he wanted. Yami went beyond making up for his previous inaction and Yugi actually had to work to stay on the offensive.

It became something other than a matter of cake. Between the highly-stationed seraph and the natural arrogance of the demon, the battle was fought on the grounds of the very, very, VERY limited little space between their bodies.

The demon thrashed and bucked beneath him as Yugi struggled to stay on top. Gripping Yami's shoulders, he slammed him back to the ground, gaining only momentary control as the demon retaliated by digging his claws into Yugi's back, eliciting a grunt from the angel. The jolt of pain relaxed his chokehold on Yami's erection, giving the demon the tiniest leeway he needed to overtake the angel. Yami desperately raked his razor-sharp claws down Yugi's back, ripping opening the thin material covering it and marring the untouched skin beneath. Yugi's breath hitched and he gave silent scream, agony blanketing his features as his back burned with the fiery of the damned soul beneath him. With tightly-clenched eyes, Yugi thrust out an arm, feeling for any weapon he could used to subdue the demon.

Untangling one hand from the mess of feathers, Yami growled and attempted once more to flip the situation. But the hand pressed against his other shoulder proved to be relentless and the more he moved, the more painfully aware he was of the block on his hardness. With bated breath and the smallest traces of tears at the corners of his eyes, Yami craned his neck and slipped his jaw into Yugi's upper arm, deciding even this was far more merciful than what Yugi was doing to him.

But a sharp point against the side of his neck stopped Yami in his tracks and he slowly turned his gaze, catching the sight of the yellow fletching that marked the other end… of the arrow. Sweat misted his hairline as he held back a gulp, both fearing and loving his vulnerable situation. Having halted the demon, Yugi pressed his free hand against Yami's forehead and pushed his head back onto the ground with mocked gentleness. With a smirk that strikingly contrasted his childlike features, Yugi grazed the arrowhead across Yami's throat, applying enough pressure to leave a mark but not draw blood.

The demon swallowed hard, feeling the sharp edge against his Adam's apple as his stared onto a pair of narrowed purple eyes. Wicked pleasure flashed across those ridiculously large orbs and Yami clenched his jaw in frustration. With the tell-tale evidence teasing his throat, recognition fell on him like a tonne of bricks. This was Heaven's Cupid, better known in his realm as, 'The Hypervirgin.' The majority, if not everyone, fantasized (either jokingly or seriously) about taking this little son of a bitch but no one ever got close enough to grasp a single feather. In the mortal world, getting him was the equivalent to catching the mythological giant squid. Again, whatever drug the sultan of all virgins must have taken to make him behave this way must have been some powerful shit.

With the juices of the burgundy arrow circulating through him, Yugi held the tip of the yellow arrow at the tender base of Yami's neck and leaned down until his lips grazed the shell of Yami's ear, "I am well aware of what this arrow does to your kind, demon Yami," He said with heavy breaths, propelling each puff air into the depths of the demon's ear, "So please be so kind as to allow me the privilege of reclaiming my beloved uninterrupted. Please."

Yami closed his eyes as a shutter snaked through his body. Please. It was like liquid nitrogen to the auditory senses and the fact that Yugi said it twice made it all the more potent. A sharp jolt to his member made Yami's eyes fly open and he choked back a groan at the sudden, uncalculated, stimulation. The block on his demonhood had been removed, replaced by nimble fingers that played it like a stringed instrument. As if the bulbous erection wasn't enough to put pressure on the leather, Yugi's hand jammed into it stretched the rigid fabric to its zenith. With little room to work the organ, Yugi's fingers brushed against it with increased clumsiness, his little hand tiring from the effort to tent the unrelenting cloth.

Yami strained to suppress a growl as Yugi's knuckles dragged over his pride in an ignorantly disrespecting manner. The hotness on his lower abdomen intensified with the immensely painful and minutely pleasurable sensation and his hips twisted and writhed underneath his torturer, screaming for alleviation. Yami's breath came out in halting puffs as his body attempted to both react to the inexperienced touch and accommodate the dreadful friendship arrow threatening to inject its juices into his proud demon blood. Half-lidded red eyes searched for understanding in deceptively playful purple but the language barrier between them obviously went beyond spoken words.

The demon rolled his head to one side, feebly attempting to escape the point at his neck in order to suck in a precious gulp of air, but the expert wielder would have none of it. Yugi held the weapon firm against Yami's throat as his other hand rolled Yami's stone-hard penis within its palm like month-old Play-Doh. A thin film of Yami's sweat coated the tip of the arrow, an ironically false invitation for it to taste more of the prisoner within its grasp.

Yugi leaned in again, nuzzling his cool cheek against Yami's blazing one and flicking the tip of his tongue on Yami's earlobe, "It is only friendship, demon Yami," He said with a weighted tone, a clear indication that he was enjoying his ministrations, "We can be best friends, demon Yami, best friends forever." With that last word, Yugi gave Yami's erection a less-than-friendly squeeze, forcing out droplets of the fluid raging inside.

An uncompressible cry tore from Yami's throat, pushing his flesh lethally close to the blade against it. Between his inability to breathe (properly), the draconian treatment of his smouldering tenderness and the venomous words thrust in his ear, something had to give. His body shook and his limbs went rigid, attempting to shield him from the aggressor. He was on the defensive and he couldn't decide if this was enormously hot or unforgivingly pathetic.

"Get...pants… ah… ahhh…. off…huhuhuh…" Yami gushed, mind blank as a sheet, all language centres having liquefied and evaporated, "Now… NOW!"

"Say 'please.'"

"Ahhhhhh… do it… ahh!" Yami rolled his head back and gyrated his hips in desperate impatience.

"Please say 'please.'"

"Pluh – urghhhhh… urgggghhh."

"Such impoliteness," Yugi crooned, cutely pouting his lips while smothering Yami's erection under the palm of his hand like a cigarette beneath a shoe (a rather large cigarette that is), "I cannot reward that."

"Pluh… pluh – urgh…" Sweat slid in tiny rivers from his forehead and he part growled, part blanched as he struggled to unroll the word from his tongue, "Pluh – pluheeee – pluh – ah --- pluh-eeezz, pluhEEEEzze, Cu-pid, pluh- AHH!"

Yami momentarily forgot the threat against jugular as cold air blasted against the volcanic heat that was his nether regions. At the very first 'please,' Yugi had yanked the sweat-slicked pants off Yami's hips, popping out the weeping demonhood inside. The demon sighed gratefully, his body sagging with much needed relief and legs unconsciously parting for more of the sweet, sweet freedom. The disproportionate pain-pleasure balance swung that other way and he found himself craving more of the primitive touch.

Yugi gasped as Yami's hand clamped his own, forcing a tighter hold on his erection. The angel searched the demon's expression for an explanation but the ruby eyes were completely shut, head thrown back in ecstasy and relief and hand apparently working at its own will. Yugi smiled mirthfully. Having subdued the demon at least, he could finally take what rightfully belonged to him and punish the demon for denying him his right at the same time.

Yugi's own angelhood, which had been largely neglected thus far, squirmed for attention as Yugi watched the demon's hand guiding his own up and down his shaft. He frowned. The demon was still getting his own way and if he was to deal the due punishment, he'd have to be the one to decide what happens.

Yami cranked an eye open and let out a high pitched whimper that even he was surprised to hear when the warm fingers suddenly knocked his hand off and, once again, his stiff erection was exposed to the cold. With eyes glazed over and mind swirling with lust and need, his hand feebly sought out the twinkie-soft digits and his hips bucked forward for the denied consideration. After several moments of inaction, he carefully turned his head to survey the situation, fully aware of the (slightly weakened) hold of the arrow against his neck.

Without warning, his body went taut as his pants were suddenly yanked down to his ankles and another warmth enveloped his hardness. His thighs were shoved apart as far as they could go with his pants still roped around his ankles and were held in that position by the knees of his aggressor. He cried out, wide-eyes blurred as the significantly more elegant and wet stimulation swirled around his pride, considerably compensating for the previous ineloquent mistreatment.

The leather scolded his skin and his sweat stubbornly clung onto it as his torso jerked back and forth, rubbing against the ground beneath. His clawed fingers dove into Yugi's hair, forbidding the angel from ceasing his actions without his consent. Yami bit his lip and arched into the wetness, momentarily breaking the rhythm of the movement from his prisoner as the inexperienced youth attempted to adjust. The demon grinned weakly in triumph as the arm holding the weapon fell limp, its owner clearly preoccupied with other matters. He found himself loosening his own grip when Yugi coughed and sputtered, unsure of whether this consideration was out of concern or a reluctance to halt the exquisite activity.

The arrow was left forgotten as both of the angel's hands grasp his hips, holding them down with all the force the little body could muster. Yami hummed in ecstasy, squirming in tune with the motions and allowing his head to swim with the pleasure as the drugged-up Hypervirgin continued to worship his excited lance.

Wait.

Hypervirgin.

Oh shit.

Yami didn't know whether to be grateful for or curse the last ounce of clarity clinging onto his mind. All he knew was: the Hypervirgin had reduced him to a state of nearly unintelligible slush, it felt a-fraicking-mazing, and he had to stop it right away before he was mortally shamed for the rest of eternity. Taking The Hypervirgin was an immeasurable honour. Getting taken by The Hypervirgin was a disgrace deserving of exile and pinecones up the backend.

The momentary spike in stubborn pride was all the demon needed. Yami eyes snapped opened and he desperately held onto this fleeting coherency for fear of losing it again and falling prey to the angel's mesmerism.

Yugi gave a startled squeak as he was suddenly thrown off the demon and slammed onto the ground. The half-naked Yami mounted him before he could reorient himself and he opened his wiry eyes to the sight of pissed off and carnally deprived red eyes. Yugi snapped into alertness as the figure looming above him prepared to attack, his gaze darting back and forth between the demon and the discarded weapon he'd so carelessly relinquished.

"You," Yami growled venomously, attempting to kick off his pants nonchalantly while vice-gripping the angel's little shoulders, "Are one dickalaming little sackprack and I will not let you get away with using me to your own scrotowhirlinating pleasure!"

Yugi looked at him with the expression of a fearful and somewhat confused baby and Yami wavered for a moment before shaking his head and mentally swearing at himself for letting the deceitful thing underneath him make him sway, "You are the assdamn Hypervirgin and I," He continued, releasing one shoulder to gesture towards himself, "Will be the one to touch you," Yugi's eyes followed the finger as Yami accentuated this point by tapping at his chest, "Pleasure you - in the way of my ballpalling choosing of course, - make you titticking writhe and titticking moan and ultimately claim you as my virginityless prize."

Yugi winced at those words and his eyes went as huge as saucers. Yami bit back a groan, "…And you will like it!"

Before another squeak could drop out of the angel's mouth, the demon sliced the front of the tunic cleanly in half and ripped it off like an impatient child on Christmas morning. The reality of Yugi's nakedness had no time to sink in as the demon covered him with own body, mouth going straight for the crook of his neck and one hand flying toward his erection. Yugi went rigid and he screamed in bliss as the two most sensitive spots on his body were unexpectedly assaulted at once. Yami swelled with masculine pride as he managed to reduce to the angel to such a state in far less time it took for the angel to do it to him. He raked his teeth against the tender neck, gently at first, then with more force, fully intending to brand his own mark once the action was through. The angel's breath lodged in his throat and his heart hammered in his chest as the demon parted his legs as far as they could go, exposing his vulnerable erection evermore to the vengeful attacks of its aggressor.

The tips of his fingers caressed Yugi's length in spidery strokes, torturing the organ to no end and intentionally ignoring Yugi's cries for more attention. He deliberately dodged the needy erection, offering his attention to areas less deserving until Yugi was hollering at the top of his lungs.

"Ahhhhhh," Yugi screamed as his fingers clung relentlessly onto Yami's wings and his midsection lifted significantly off the ground, "N-nn-oww, p-p-please, please, PLEEEEEZE!"

Yami sneered devilishly against the side of Yugi's neck, knowing full well the angel could feel it. He continued to rub the junction between Yugi's thigh and angelhood, offering only fleeting flicks at the base of the erection, "Only if you stop saying that word, darling Cupid."

"Please!" The term rang from his throat before Yugi could stop it and this was awarded with another split-second flick of his abandoned hardness.

"What did I just say?" Yami leered, nipping the blotch of redness he'd induced and eliciting a whimper-moan-whine from the deprived angel.

"Pluh-ah," Yugi breathed helplessly, the word so deeply ingrained in his speech that he could no longer control the thing from escaping his mouth. Again, there was another flick.

"Stop saying it."

"Pl-pl…uhnnhhnnnnnnh."

"Stop it."

"Pluh…"

"Stop."

"Plalalunana..."

"So difficult to train," Yami mockingly frowned and withdrew his hand from the action zone altogether.

Yugi looked up at the amused, yet somehow frustrated, demon's face. His fogged-up eyes begged for relief and his teeth clamped down on both lips, obediently silencing himself. Yami wanted to laugh. He could go on like this for awhile but the fragile creature of unspeakable virginness would probably drown in his own want and faint or something. Yugi slammed his eyes shut and he bucked forward with a drawn-out groan of rapture as the warmth returned to him again, pouring out everything it had to satisfy his need after so cruelly withholding it before. He swayed and twisted and arched his body, singing the entire time in unabashed bliss as Yami kneaded his angelhood with impressive skill. Wanting to push this as far as it could go, Yami took one of his pink nipples in his mouth the tongued the hell out of it while Yugi danced beneath him.

The angel screamed again, the sound vibrating in his chest against Yami's face, egging him on even more. His hand and tongue worked in duality aiming to make Yugi hoarse and sweating buckets by the time he was through. The salty condensation on the angel's body told Yami he was doing exactly the right thing and as soon as the nipple dimpled and stood on attention, he moved to the other, eliciting new sounds and more movement from his charge. Yugi's hands clawed and ripped at the demon's leathery wings and his pinned legs twitched, trying to draw closer to the sinful paradise.

Yami's other hand had been free the whole time, pressed against the side of the angel's torso, awaiting orders. Now was time for it to spring into action and as this other hand excavated the site before it went digging, Yami's insides somersaulted at the reality of what he was about to do. In the throws of passion, Yugi was blind to everything outside the immediate sensations inflicted upon his vir – inexpert body and the ghostly brush against his entrance did not go unnoticed. The touch disappeared as quickly as it came, the same fingers suddenly held against his lips.

As if working on their own accord, the lips nabbed the fingers and brought them into his mouth, making Yami's job surprisingly easy. The demon's hand trembled in anticipation, humming with warm moist and digits playfully flirting with the tongue inside.

"Suck." He commanded huskily, other hand temporarily halting its ministrations until there was compliance.

Which Yugi did, the resumed actions on his angelhood a guide for his own actions. He was on the edge of his own release as the most determined of his essence leaked out form within him, slicking the demon's fingers and making his action all the smoother.
Yami's demonhood flamed in impatience at the sight of the Cupid's entrance. He was so close yet so far and his mind as well as every other working sense in his body demanded immediate entry. It took whatever residual self control left in him to offer preparation and the longer Yugi's tongue swirled around his fingers, the worse the restless metaphorical lava inside of him became.

"Fuck." He grunted.

And Yugi stopped.

Which made Yami stop.

Yugi lay still, wide-eyes staring at the ceiling with Yami's fingers dribbling from his mouth. It was as if a switch was flicked on in his mind and, without any warning whatsoever (like whatsoever), he relinquished his hold on Yami's wings and sent a gut-wrenching fist right into the base of the demon's ribcage.

Yami's vision went white, he immediately let go of Yugi's erection, he groaned into his gage reflex and was flipped back onto the ground in a matter of seconds. The naked angel lay heavily on top of him, breath laboured from near exhaustion but purple eyes as determined as ever. The demon had to be punished and said demon had made him forget that. With his member really, really close to release, Yugi hastily trapped Yami's legs beneath each one of his own knees and shoved a splayed hand against Yami's chest. He popped two fingers into the startled demon's mouth and commanded him to suck. When this command went unheeded, he pushed them deeper into Yami's mouth, forcing the demon to tilt his head back in order to avoid gagging.

Yami could not believe what just happened. Yugi's other hand was already at his entrance, poking and prodding at it in a teasing manner while the one in his mouth attempted to gain his compliance. For a moment, he forgot why this thing was called The Hypervirgin in the first place but the thought was pushed aside as he searched for ways to regain control. With nothing to keep him still except a skinny little arm, he easily threw Yugi off balance with a jolting shove to both shoulders and the fingers flew out of his mouth as the angel went crashing onto the ground.

Yami growled an unintelligible swear as he pulled both of Yugi's legs over his shoulders and resumed the finger-in-mouth position. He didn't plan on keeping them there for long this time but the act proved to be a mistake. With a deep frown marring his face, Yugi bit down on those fingers with all the force of his jaw, sending the pain ringing all the way up Yami's arm and through his body. He met with the ground again as a kick to his chest followed suit and the brat-of-an-angel crawled over him, somehow managing to grab another arrow on his way down.

Pink, for puppy love. Oh how this was going to suck. But it was slightly ironic.

They were back to square one, except panting far more heavily and a wee bit more desperate. Okay, way more desperate and, being in the position he was now, he knew desperate more than anyone. Before he could even realise there was an arrow at his neck, one of Yugi's fingers was already half way inside of him, wriggling around like a worm in an apple. Yami attempted to move but the slightest motion called the arrow to attention and he was forced to remain still, stewing in a mix of confused emotions. The finger slid all the way up to its hilt and he jerked his hips, unwillingly moaning in pleasure. The dreaded knowledge of being "taken" by The Hypervirgin and the disappointment of not taking the Hypervirgin himself wrestled with the sensations applied to his most intimate areas and he found himself siding with the sensations as Yugi continued working.

The angel's triumphant expression softened at the sight of the slightly tense look on the demon's drained face. Slowly slipping in a second finger and watching the demon wince at the action, Yugi moved in and surprised him with a kiss. Yami held still for a moment before leaning into the angel's supple mouth, groaning into it as the angel's fingers scissored inside of him. Yugi mumbled something inaudibly and Yami found himself neither offended nor annoyed at whatever was spoken. The angel's fingers continued to move slowly, treating him as if he'd never been touched. He whined into

Yugi's mouth and jerked his hips forward, demanding a harsher, speedier movement.
Against Yami's will, Yugi withdrew the fingers completely and used this free hand to draw up his leg, angling his opening to a more accessible position. The arrow relaxed against Yami's collarbone and Yugi deepened the kiss, still able to taste some of the sweetness inside. He guided himself to Yami's gates in a smooth movement unfitting for someone of his namesake and Yami greedily met him at the door, urging him onwards by wrapping a leg over his buttocks. The tip shortly had time to break through when a push from Yami's leg buried Yugi all the way inside. The sudden union shocked the giver more than the receiver and Yugi grunted and squirmed uncomfortably at the volcanic heat shrouding his shy angelhood. Yami drew the attention back to their mouths, cupping both hands on Yugi's cheeks in wordless comfort. He waited for the flustered angel to adjust before sliding his leg up and down the angel's thigh, requesting movement.

The thrusting was slow at first, Yugi blushing madly at the act with all purposes for doing so completely blanked from his mind. Forgetting his own reasons for hating it, Yami met the uneasy angel halfway, pulling Yugi into the rhythm before allowing the angel to take more control. They parted for a moment to catch a breath of air before meeting lips again, the inexplicable action somehow giving Yugi the confidence to bravely stride forward. With time, Yugi's actions became more practiced, controlled and calculated. He surpassed Yami's expectations with unbelievable speed and was soon moving with incredible vigour.

The demon ripped his mouth away from the angel's to let out a dragged groan and he threw back his head, completely lost in the moment. The arrow slid out from under him as Yugi threw both arms around his neck, giving a powerful thrust at the sound of Yami's cry. Yami raked both hand's across Yugi's back, the pain completely drowned out by the desirous demands of the one beneath him.

"Ughh…more, now!" He growled breathlessly, his erection rubbing against the angel's body with every movement.

Yugi's body mechanically pulled out and slammed into him again, pouring all his energy into it yet still falling short of what Yami wanted. The demon ground his teeth and bucked his hips forward, still unsated and knowing the angel could do better. With raging determination, Yugi withdrew, reangled himself and plunged in again, this time awarded with a far more satisfied scream. He was too lost in the moment to be relieved, choosing instead to repeat the thrusting in that particular angle. The demon thrashed and howled beneath him, sweat glistening against his exposed skin and drenching whatever leather he still had on. Yugi leaned in to catch the demon's lips, barely brushing against them as Yami's head jolted from side to side. He caught the demon's mouth just in time as his release came, the choked scream and himself pouring forth in duality.

The demon quickly followed as the shutter through the angel's body vibrated against him. Tears stung Yugi's eyes as the heat scalded his stomach but a reassuring hand on his back told him everything was okay. Both collapsed in over exhaustion, desperately gripping onto each other with half melted brains and eyes coated with a hundred layers of glaze.

After what seemed like an infinity of silence, Yugi slurred something, his face partially pressed against Yami's leather chest.

"What?"

"Did I… um, hurt your bottom?"

Several kinds of heat rose to his face and Yami answered through gritted teeth, "No! You did not hurt my ass you little - "

"Ah, I am glad." He lifted his heavy head and looked up at Yami with eyes opened to their maximum and Yami recalled choking on a grape candy of approximately the same girth. It had not been fun. "I had taken you in a rather beastly haste."

Yami's lust was overtaken by aggravation in a speed that could have only been done via The Hypervirgin and he valiantly argued his position, spitting every word out like watermelon seeds, "You did not take me, understand? I was, in no way, a shitpricking virgin before you came along, you got that?"

Yugi dropped his head on the flustered demon's chest on the brink of sleep, only half listening to anything Yami mumbled, "Hush demon Yami," He'd intended to still the demon's lips with one to two fingers but ended up smacking Yami's face with the entirety of his hand instead, "I require rest."

Annoyed and with swears lined up to the door, Yami rolled his head back and forth and spat the fingers away from his face, "I hate you."

"Mhmm."

"No, I seriously crappissingly hate you."

"Mhmm."

"Fuck you."

For a second, Yugi's body twitched but that was it. "And you failed at that, did you not, demon Yami?" The voice mumbled from his chest.

The adrenalin momentarily spiked in the vexed demon and if it wasn't for the fact that Yugi's buttocks looked like a pair of chubby bunnies squished together, he would have smacked it into the next colour scheme. Instead, he let his hand rest on it, enjoying the smoothness more than his pride wanted him to. In response, Yugi snuggled against him, eyes tightly shut and thumb habitually jammed into his mouth (his own mouth that is).

Yami blinked several times at the last action, his humiliation sinking in evermore. He wasn't only "taken" by an angel but a thumb-sucking Hypervirgin. No, The thumb-sucking Hypervirgin. And the really sad part was the fact that, technically, The Hypervirgin was still a virgin!

He let his head drop back onto the ground and stared at the ceiling, arm wrapped securely around he angel's back on its own accord. He chuckled inwardly. There would be time to correct the situation, even if it meant dragging his (perfectly in-tact) ass into Heaven and tracking down the marshmallow-cloud-kitten-Hypervirgin-son-of-a-bitch-whatever-his-real-name-is-Cupid and jumping him with the force of a deprived lover - no – hater in some Heaven alley. He grinned, unconsciously tightening his hold on the thing of scorn on top of him. Soft, so soft. If he could clone a bunch of these, he could make a bed of Cupids and sleep on them all night and day. Or even a whole Cupid fort where he could roll and bounce around as much as he wanted. Or better yet, a Cupid Jumping Jamboree. A goofy grin tickled his lips. Oh the possibilities.

The lunch bell rang, startling the tousled mess of arms, legs and partially bent wings on the ground. Yugi sat up, still straddling the demon beneath him. He smiled cutely as he brushed away a bang plastered on his face:

"Well that was certainly quite the unique and pleasant experience. You are rather masterful in your deeds and I applaud you for what you have managed to do. I thank you for the time we have shared and would like to propose another meeting some time in the near future. Would you mind telling me when you shall be engaging in your next lunch break?"

Yami slapped his sweaty forehead and ran a hand down his face, "Oh fu - "

The demon's mouth abruptly closed as a soft pair of lips ate up the last two letters of that dreaded word.

-End-

Endnotes: 1) Wanted to make that Roulette number special somehow, so I picked Malik's birthday: December 23. 2) The word khlam came from YGOTAS. I think the line was Shadi saying: "It give me funny feeling in my khlam."