Yu-Gi-Oh! (Black Magician/Celtic Guardian)
Title: Ritualistic
Author: belladonna12
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 615
Summary: Everyone had their little post duel rituals.
A/N: Meh, another drabble. Sorry to whoever prompted this, but my muses crapped out on me on this one. Happens, sadly. Mainly cuddling, some groping, though not by the boys.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, nor am I making any money off of this.
Prompt: 54. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Black Magician/Celtic Guardian: post-Duel release - "it's just us Monsters now"
RITUALISTIC
“Game over!”
Those words, as always, were the cue that he was about to hit the Shadow Realm again. Mahado, known more commonly as the Black Magician, braced. Hopefully he wouldn’t land in the Red Eyes Black’s nest again. She might swear fealty to Wheeler-dono, but she wasn’t above chomping anyone else’s monsters. Okay, landing right on the runt of the hatchlings might have had something to do with it too.
“Incoming!”
That was the only warning he got before he landed face down with the Mystical Elf sitting on him. Better than usual. At least he’d lasted the whole duel this time. Staggering out of the Graveyard with zombies pawing at him and the Reaper of the Cards chasing after him was enough to give Mahado nightmares. Particularly since that Clown Zombie seemed to have a fetish for popping up under his robes. About then, a hand extended into his field of vision. Mahado looked up into startlingly clear amber eyes, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
“Celtic Guardian.” The elf grinned, looking amused.
“Myst, offa my guy. You can’t have him, I got there first.” The blue skinned female elf huffed and scrambled off of Mahado, with a few not so discreet gropes on her way. Once she was standing, she flounced away, displaying her attributes to the Black Luster Soldier, who was far more appreciative of them then the mage and the elf swordsman would ever be. Celtic pulled Mahado up, deliberately knocking the helmet from the magician’s head as he did so.
“It’s just us Monsters now. If Yami no Yugi or Yugi calls us, we’ll get a heads up. Dress down a little, Black.” Mahado straightened from picking the helmet up, frowning. Looked like it’d be the old, familiar argument.
“My name is Mahado, Celtic. Ma. Ha. Do. It’s not that hard to remember, and it’s not Black.” The elf shook his head.
“This again? No one knows that name anymore, Black. Not even Yami no Yugi. Mahado the Priest is dead and gone. He sacrificed himself to make you stronger. You just have his memories, you aren’t him. You aren’t human, no matter how much part of you insists that you are.” He wrapped his arms around the magician, burying his face in Mahado’s hair. “It distresses me when you call yourself by a dead human’s name. You need to give that idea up, Black. You’re a monster, not a man.”
Mahado shook his head. “No, I’m not either. I’m both, Celtic.” He turned, laying his head against the elf’s surprisingly broad shoulder. Most elves were thin and slender, Celtic really didn’t fit in amongst them. Perhaps that was why he stayed with the more human looking monsters. He closed his eyes, sighing. He knew it frustrated Celtic, but he couldn’t give up that last remaining spark. Even if it wasn’t his originally, it had become his over the past few millennia. If he had ever wanted to cast it off, he had long since changed his mind. Sensing that the elf was opening his mouth to continue the argument, Mahado reached up and placed a hand over the other’s lips.
“No more. We both know that you won’t convince me to give up the name, and I won’t convince you to use it. Surely we can do something more productive then cycle through another verbal confrontation about it.” Mischief glinted in Celtic’s eyes as Mahado took his hand away.
“So, how about hot and uninhibited monkey sex then?”
“CELTIC!!!” The swordself grinned down at the sputtering and blushing Black Magician.
Black, Mahado, whichever, was just too CUTE when he was blushing like that.
~FIN~
Author: belladonna12
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 615
Summary: Everyone had their little post duel rituals.
A/N: Meh, another drabble. Sorry to whoever prompted this, but my muses crapped out on me on this one. Happens, sadly. Mainly cuddling, some groping, though not by the boys.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, nor am I making any money off of this.
Prompt: 54. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Black Magician/Celtic Guardian: post-Duel release - "it's just us Monsters now"
RITUALISTIC
“Game over!”
Those words, as always, were the cue that he was about to hit the Shadow Realm again. Mahado, known more commonly as the Black Magician, braced. Hopefully he wouldn’t land in the Red Eyes Black’s nest again. She might swear fealty to Wheeler-dono, but she wasn’t above chomping anyone else’s monsters. Okay, landing right on the runt of the hatchlings might have had something to do with it too.
“Incoming!”
That was the only warning he got before he landed face down with the Mystical Elf sitting on him. Better than usual. At least he’d lasted the whole duel this time. Staggering out of the Graveyard with zombies pawing at him and the Reaper of the Cards chasing after him was enough to give Mahado nightmares. Particularly since that Clown Zombie seemed to have a fetish for popping up under his robes. About then, a hand extended into his field of vision. Mahado looked up into startlingly clear amber eyes, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
“Celtic Guardian.” The elf grinned, looking amused.
“Myst, offa my guy. You can’t have him, I got there first.” The blue skinned female elf huffed and scrambled off of Mahado, with a few not so discreet gropes on her way. Once she was standing, she flounced away, displaying her attributes to the Black Luster Soldier, who was far more appreciative of them then the mage and the elf swordsman would ever be. Celtic pulled Mahado up, deliberately knocking the helmet from the magician’s head as he did so.
“It’s just us Monsters now. If Yami no Yugi or Yugi calls us, we’ll get a heads up. Dress down a little, Black.” Mahado straightened from picking the helmet up, frowning. Looked like it’d be the old, familiar argument.
“My name is Mahado, Celtic. Ma. Ha. Do. It’s not that hard to remember, and it’s not Black.” The elf shook his head.
“This again? No one knows that name anymore, Black. Not even Yami no Yugi. Mahado the Priest is dead and gone. He sacrificed himself to make you stronger. You just have his memories, you aren’t him. You aren’t human, no matter how much part of you insists that you are.” He wrapped his arms around the magician, burying his face in Mahado’s hair. “It distresses me when you call yourself by a dead human’s name. You need to give that idea up, Black. You’re a monster, not a man.”
Mahado shook his head. “No, I’m not either. I’m both, Celtic.” He turned, laying his head against the elf’s surprisingly broad shoulder. Most elves were thin and slender, Celtic really didn’t fit in amongst them. Perhaps that was why he stayed with the more human looking monsters. He closed his eyes, sighing. He knew it frustrated Celtic, but he couldn’t give up that last remaining spark. Even if it wasn’t his originally, it had become his over the past few millennia. If he had ever wanted to cast it off, he had long since changed his mind. Sensing that the elf was opening his mouth to continue the argument, Mahado reached up and placed a hand over the other’s lips.
“No more. We both know that you won’t convince me to give up the name, and I won’t convince you to use it. Surely we can do something more productive then cycle through another verbal confrontation about it.” Mischief glinted in Celtic’s eyes as Mahado took his hand away.
“So, how about hot and uninhibited monkey sex then?”
“CELTIC!!!” The swordself grinned down at the sputtering and blushing Black Magician.
Black, Mahado, whichever, was just too CUTE when he was blushing like that.
~FIN~