Yin and Yang

Yin and Yang

by Sailor Optimal Optimus

 

 

Author's Note: This is the first part of my “Lovers’ Arc” series. Enjoy!

 

 He was a year and a day older today, but he didn't care.

His birthday was yesterday and all his friends simply ignored him, like they had for the past few months. He didn't know why they hate him, but it seemed that they just drifted away, as well as his other.

 Ah yes, his darker side, the one everyone liked better than him, and can you blame them? He was taller, braver, leader-like, and what was he? Small, scared, too innocent for their own liking. Even though he had grown a few inches throughout the year and became a bit bolder, it still wasn't enough.

 He remained in the shadow of his better, a mere observer of what he once had. He was now nothing more but a mere shell of what he was, his eyes holding only embers of life and his position as the light slowly diminishing. He figure soon now he would become the darkness, the yang, while his other became the yin and have his freedom from the curse of his Millennium Item, while his aibou becomes trap in it's unforgiving darkness.

 Sliding the last of his clothes off, the teen eyes himself in the mirror, noting that he was much thinner now, his ribs showing taunt in his pale skin, and his eyes have dark circles from lack of sleep, the orbs now red from days of crying out his sorrows. His yami had forbade him from going into his room until he said, so the only place left to go was the bathroom, which in turn, he decided to have a shower.

 He felt his heart turn heavy as he listed off all of his dark's good points: he loved him with every fiber of his being. It started off some time ago, probably around the time he asked Tea out. She only smiled sadly at him and said although she was honored that he asked, but she felt much better if they remained friends. This would've been a great blow to his heart, haven't it began to decide to leave the brunette and go after another.

 As much as he loved him, the spirit never seem to return those feelings except for those not unlike that of a brother, and even those feelings had faded as much as the warm breath of one outside on a winter's day. For this, he remained silent just to keep whatever kind of relationship they had intact. Thus, he remained silent as the weight of life started to become too much.

 As he hung his head over the sink, he noticed the old razor sitting quietly next to the faucet, a thought came to mind. Should he, or shouldn't he? Would they be better off without him, or would they follow suite? Decisions, decisions.

 He turns the shower on, testing the water, and quickly enters in while taking the blade with him.

 

* * * *

 

 This is a fine day.

First, his aibou didn't have a birthday party as planned. Second, the whole plan backfired on all of them. And third, the one who came up with the idea had left on vacation with her family.

 Oh, things turned out REAL swell.

Why oh why did he ever listen to Tea's idea? Why did he even agree with it in the first place?

 "I got a great idea for Yugi's birthday," she said three months ago, "If we just ignore him for the remaining months, we can really surprise him on his birthday! He'll think we hate him and all, but I'm sure he will forgive us if we give him a grand party!"

 'Tea, if you were here right now, you would've gotten the beating of your life,' he snarled in thought, his anger getting the better of him, but wouldn't it for anyone else. Considering that the party was suppose to be held at HER house. Boy was he and his friends surprised indeed.

 On to Plan B, thought up by Seto at the last minute, Ra bless his soul. He had called ins several decorators, a bakery, and a few music stores to decorate his mansion for the belated party, everyone scattering to bring their presents there. Only one wasn't attending, whom came down with a bad cold. He gave his present to Joey to give to the birthday boy at the party and went home to rest. He just hope that Ra-forsaken yami leaves him alone for once.

 He also told the little one to stay out of their room, taking the time to decorate it in the most romantic atmosphere he could manage, using his magic and other things he bought. Once that was establish to his satisfaction, he left to find his aibou; this had to be done, for he couldn't hide his feelings anymore.

 He loved his light. He was his life, his heart, his very soul, ever since he laid eyes on him for the first time. He had kept these feelings in, telling no other in hopes of them fading away. He had no desire in corrupting such sweet innocence that attracted him like a moth to a flame.

 Things only got worse as the small bud began to blossom, the youthful innocence still there, but only to enhance the willowy frame and give him an ethereal look, almost mystical.

 Hearing the shower, he decides to wait for him to come out in the living room, a rose and a blindfold on his hand. Time seemed to go by so slowly for him, but it also brought a nagging feeling that he tried to ignore.

 He needs you.

The teen jumps from his seat, looking about for the source of the voice. Seeing no one, he goes to sit down when he hears it again.

 I said he needs you, now get going.

"Who are you," he asked, looking about wildly.

 I'm in your mind, baka, and I'm warning you right now that if you don't go see him right this minute, you won't be able to tell him how you feel.

 "What do you mean," he asked, "How do you know how I feel? Who the hell are you?! WHA-" he was interrupted as some unseen force slapped him, then dragged him up the stairs.

 Never mind who the fuck I am. Just say I'm a guardian angel or something. Just get the fuck going before I kick your ass!

 "Alright already," he snarled, not feeling like getting beat up by some invisible force. He heads towards the bathroom and slowly opens the door.

 

* * * *

 

 Still holding the blade, still under the scalding water, he wonders if this was the easiest way to die. The blade itself was rusted a little, but it was still sharp and capable of doing the task.

 The tears that have fallen had blended in with the shower water, and he thought it was ironic that even in death, he would still be crying. He remembered how his wish for friends came true and he thought he would never be alone anymore. However, it seems even wishes aren't forever and would fade overtime.

 Flipping his wrist over, he raised the blade, eyeing the veins and arteries, trying to decide what area would be the best to press the cold viper on. Before he can make up his mind, he barely registered that the door has opened and another has walked in.

 "AIBOU!!"

He registered the scream, just as the curtain was pulled away and the blade thrown from his fingers, it's fangs retained. The other, the one from his sweetest, and bitterful, dreams stood there, turning off the water and taking him into his strong arms, breathing deeply from many emotions: fear, for his little secret love; anger, for the one trying to take his life; despair, for knowing that a moment longer and he would've lost him; relief, for the little one was alright now.

 "Why," he whispered, although the answer was very quite obvious.

"Why do you care now," the other whispered, fresh tears flowing down his cheeks like rivers, "Why didn't you months before?"

 "I'm so sorry Aibou," he replied, looking into his love's eyes, "It was suppose to be a surprise for your birthday, but it got screwed up. We all didn't mean to be like that Aibou, please forgive us."

 He gave no answer, just giving in to his sobs as he cried out all his worries, his pain, his relief. The other just rubbed his backside, reassuring him that they will never part, not in this lifetime or the next. Almost as if by Fate's hand, the taller of the two pulled back for a moment, only to lower his lips upon his sobbing hikari, feeling how soft they were, almost like rose petals. The other's eyes widen as he felt the object of his desire kiss him so softly, so gently, before pulling away and looking a bit dejected.

 "I'm sorry," he said, trying to look away, "I shouldn't have-"

"Sshh," the smaller turned his head back and kissed him in turn, putting every ounce of his love, his passion into it. The other return it with full force, laying them on the bathroom floor, as their limbs wrapped around each other. Oh, how they would love to stay like that forever, but the need for air became too great and each pulled away, both cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded. No words were needed, for their eyes did all the talking for them.

 "I have something to show you," the dark said softly, taking his new love into his arms and walked out of the bathroom. He walked down the hall a bit, making sure no one else was home, then opened the door to their room.

 The hikari gasped in shock and surprised; their room looked like a Pharaoh's bedroom. Candles and lit oils decorated the desk and other various furniture, the floor covered in sakura and rose petals. The bed itself was surrounded by a canopy curtain, the sheets a white silk.

 "I did this all for you," the taller grinned, walking in and locking the door, "I hoped you would say yes and returned my feelings and it seemed that my hopes have come true."

 "Yami," the tenshi whispered as he was deposited on the bed, watching as the yami whispered a few words and his own clothes seem to fall apart and disappear, leaving him in all his naked glory. He smirked as he saw the other watching him, eyes wide and roaming every muscle.

 "I hope this isn't too fast," he said as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over the small one.

 "I need this so much," the hikari whispered, lying down on the cool sheets as the taller of the two laid down upon him, enticing a groan from both as their bare skin touched for the first time.

 He kissed his soon-to-be lover softly, his hands roaming over the vast planes of his chest. Teasing a bit with his tongue, the smaller submitted and opened his mouth, letting the other in.

 'Ra, he taste exquisite,' was his thought as his tongue explored, his mind etching every crevice. He knew now that he will never get enough of his love's taste.

 Reluctantly, he left those lovely lips and traced kisses down the jawline and to the neck, hearing soft cries as he licked and nipped each different sensitive spot he found. As he traced the ear with his tongue, a loud squeal erupted the soft throat and he chuckled.

 'I gotta remember that part.'

He slowly made his way downward, eyeing the dark nipples upon his love's chest. They were pebble hard from the cool air upon his damp skin, and he worked his hands over them to soften them again. The hikari gasped and made small noises of approval, pleasure spiraling throughout his lithe frame, to which was only fueled even faster when his lover took one in his mouth. He almost bucked off the bed, giving a small cry as he felt the other nursing at him like  newborn to his mother's breast, nipping and teasing him.

 The dark switched nipples, using his hand on the neglected one until his love was crying out for more. And more he shall get.

 He trailed his tongue over the smooth stomach, dipping it into the small naval thrice before coming to his love's throbbing arousal, nestled in a small patch of curled hair. He breathed deeply, smelling the musky, yet sweet scent of his light that was so intoxicating.

 Lowering his head a bit, he nipped at the inner thigh, suckling it until he was sure that there would be a mark later on.

 "I marked you tenshi," he whispered seductively, "No one else would see this but me, which makes you mine forever."

 "Only....yours," his lover gasped, his whole body on fire. He needed something, something more. In his own inexperience he didn't know for the life of him what it was that he needed, but he hoped that his other knew.

 Sensing his light's doubts, the taller of the two just smiled reassuringly, before swallowing his hard member so suddenly. The young tenshi squealed as he felt the hot wetness of his other's mouth upon him, suckling him. He tried to thrust his hips into that delicious heat, but they were held down, so as to not choke the other. He got a good response as he slid his tongue along the underside, then sliding it through the slit and touching sensitive serves.

 The smaller cried out loudly, tears brimming his eyes, as he felt himself reaching the edge of something, wanting this more than anything. He wanted, no needed this, to be loved completely and unconditionally, and as he felt teeth scrape gently upon him and the suction become stronger, he tumbled over into bliss with a breathless cry.

 The dominant swallowed everything his little lover had to give, pulling back to get a small taste. It was a bit bitter, but had a salty sweet taste to it, which tasted like the finest of wines to him. Letting the now limp member slid out, he slid back up to his lover, holding him as the other breathed heavily and calmed down. It was only then that he noticed something poking his thigh and when he shifted a little, the other groaned.

 "Don't worry about it Aibou," he said, "I don't wanna do that unless you're ready for it." To emphasized that, he rubbed a finger over his other's round bottom, "Just know that I love you and would wait many lifetimes for the privilege to do that."

 "Arigatou Yami," the smaller whispered, kissing him with so much passion, both thought they would bust into flames and become cinders because of it, "Onegai?"

 "Are you sure?"

"Hai."
 "As you wish," the dark slid his hand underneath the pillow pulling out a tube as he settled between the other's thighs. He unscrewed the cap, squeezing the contents onto his fingers and using a generous amount. Spreading the thighs apart some more, he rubbed one finger at the rosy pink entrance, causing the other to gasp in surprise and tense.

 "Relax," the other whispered, "I know it will hurt the first time, but I promise to be gentle. It'll hurt less if your body isn't tense."

 Slowly, the other relax and the dark grinned slightly, before pushing his finger pass the tight ring of muscle. The hikari gave a small cry, tensing a little at the intrusion. The other held his finger still, whispering assurances to the other, before he relaxed and he pulled his finger out before pushing it back in. The other gasped, it didn't hurt but it was slightly uncomfortable, and weird at the same time.

 He moved his finger in and out of his love, adding a second finger as the smaller gotten use to the first one. The hikari started to have second thoughts when the fingers brushed against something that made him jolt. Startled a bit, the yami pressed his fingers on the same spot, making his other see stars. Smirking, he kept hitting that spot for awhile, adding the third to fully stretch his love.

 The tenshi gave a small whine of protest as the fingers left him, opening his eyes as he watch his other lathering his own neglected length. Slowly, he position himself, locking eyes with the other. With a slight nod from him, he slowly began pushing inside, hissing at the tightness. The other gave a cry of pain/pleasure, arching off the bed. It hurt so much, but it also sent waves of pleasure through him, both emotions in a battle for dominance. As his other settled to the hilt, he laid down, waiting for the other to adjust. He saw the battle raging within his lover's eyes, knowing he's keeping an iron grip on his desire to continue at his own pace and waited for him, which made his heart swell with joy at just how much he loved him.

 Very slowly, the pain receded and his mind became foggy, slowly shifting a bit and getting comfortable. He felt his dark gasped quietly, and he gave a nod for him to continue. The other grunted, then slowly pulled out until only the tip was still inside, then pushed in again slowly. Both groan quietly before the dominant begins a slow rhythm, keeping his eyes on his love. The smaller for then began to move his hips, catching onto the rhythm and making both of them moan loudly.

 Soon, they were at a fast pace, feeling themselves reaching that edge once again. The dark grabbed his lover's renewed arousal, pumping him in time with their thrusts, needing, not wanting, him to reach that point with him. The other squealed at the new onslaught of pleasure, reaching that point, wanting to be with the other at the end.

 As the two begin to descend, the world itself seemed to go quiet. No sound was heard, except for their panting, before it exploded around them as they climaxed at the same time, both screaming one another's names and they tumbled over the edge into bliss.

 After what seemed like ages, the taller fell onto his love, his arms no longer capable of holding him up. The smaller enjoyed the weight upon him, not finding it difficult to breathe at all and feeling rather different, almost as if an emptiness within his very soul has been completely filled. He felt complete.

 Slowly, the dark pulled himself out and laid next to his light, both snuggling up towards one another. With slow movements, the taller pulled the sheets over them, holding the one thing now more precious to him than life itself.

 "Aishiteru Yami," the smaller whispered.

"Aishiteru Yugi," Yami smiled softly before both fell asleep.

 

* * * *

 

 "Satisfied?"

The onlooker turned to see another angel with huge black wings upon his backside. She turns towards him, eyes narrowing a bit.

 "For the time being," she replies then turns towards the sound of a limo coming up.

 "Do you think we should warn them," the newcomer grinned.

"Nah," the other stated, "I think I did enough damage already. Let's get going."

 As the two winged ones left, they barely heard the arrivals rush into the game shop and screamed, "SURPRISE!", which was followed by a loud scream of shock and embarrassment.

 

The End

 

Author’s Note: The next series up is “Angel and Demon” which is a Ryou/Bakura fic. I’ll have it up as soon as I can, so ja ne for now.