Yu-Gi-Oh! (Black Magician/Celtic Guardian)
Title: At the Heart of the Cards
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: m/m kissing
Word count: 537
Summary: The Black Magician and Celtic Guardian bond after battle.
Prompt: 54. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Black Magician/Celtic Guardian: post-Duel release - "it's just us Monsters now"
At the Heart of the Cards
“We won.” The Black Magician appeared in a flash, cradling the Celtic Guardian to his side.
“Just barely.” The armor-clad warrior slumped against the sorcerer with a groan. “These battles keep getting more difficult, the opponents harder. I don’t know how they expect us to rally. They never give us time to recover from one duel to the next.”
“Yugi knows what he’s doing.” The Black Magician smiled. He believed, even when the hopes of the other monsters waned. “And if he doesn’t, the Pharaoh does.”
“I got sent to the graveyard twice this duel.” The Celtic Guardian tried to straighten, but succeeded only in dropping to his knees. His sword clattered to the polished floor, his helmet slipped as he tilted.
“I can heal you.” The Black Magician knelt beside his friend. It had been difficult when he’d first become a duel monster, when he’d lost his friends, his family. But, he’d sworn to protect the Pharaoh, and there’d been little time to grieve.
It wasn’t until the Shadow Games were won and they’d been sealed away that he realized what pain and loneliness really were. There he’d stayed until Yugi had freed Atem and the young king had called him into the service once again. He wasn’t quite sure how the other monsters in Yugi’s deck had gained their souls, whether, like him, they had fallen in the service of one they loved, or whether it was the magic Yugi called the heart of the cards that had given them life. However they had entered life, he was thankful for them, thankful that he no longer had to be alone.
He was closer to the Celtic Guardian-Mahaad had never asked if he had a name-than the others. So close that the two often sought each other after battle, tended each other’s wounds, reminded each other that there were things worse in life-or death-than being trapped inside a spirit game forever.
“You took a major hit,” the guardian protested, pulling away when the magician’s hands glowed with dark energy. “You don’t have enough power left to…”
Mahaad silenced his protests with a kiss, the most powerful magic he possessed, his love for Atem, his love for the guardian, his love for those he served and protected. In spite of his earlier resistance, at first contact, the guardian leeched power from the sorcerer at an alarming rate. Mahaad resisted the urge to protest, to slow down the transfer of energy between them. The guardian wouldn’t realize what had happened until he’d regained enough strength to heal on his own and, by that time, Mahaad would be too weak to fight the drain any more. He could only hope that rest or the power of Atem would call him back from the Shadow World again.
With a sigh, he pressed himself to his friend and lover, shoving the already tilted helmet from the guardian’s head. It clattered to the floor, but neither noticed as their arms wrapped around each other.
The guardian pushed back Mahaad’s cowl, his questing hands slipped beneath the magical robes, as the Black Magician kissed his ear and whispered, “It’s just us Monsters now.”
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: m/m kissing
Word count: 537
Summary: The Black Magician and Celtic Guardian bond after battle.
Prompt: 54. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Black Magician/Celtic Guardian: post-Duel release - "it's just us Monsters now"
At the Heart of the Cards
“We won.” The Black Magician appeared in a flash, cradling the Celtic Guardian to his side.
“Just barely.” The armor-clad warrior slumped against the sorcerer with a groan. “These battles keep getting more difficult, the opponents harder. I don’t know how they expect us to rally. They never give us time to recover from one duel to the next.”
“Yugi knows what he’s doing.” The Black Magician smiled. He believed, even when the hopes of the other monsters waned. “And if he doesn’t, the Pharaoh does.”
“I got sent to the graveyard twice this duel.” The Celtic Guardian tried to straighten, but succeeded only in dropping to his knees. His sword clattered to the polished floor, his helmet slipped as he tilted.
“I can heal you.” The Black Magician knelt beside his friend. It had been difficult when he’d first become a duel monster, when he’d lost his friends, his family. But, he’d sworn to protect the Pharaoh, and there’d been little time to grieve.
It wasn’t until the Shadow Games were won and they’d been sealed away that he realized what pain and loneliness really were. There he’d stayed until Yugi had freed Atem and the young king had called him into the service once again. He wasn’t quite sure how the other monsters in Yugi’s deck had gained their souls, whether, like him, they had fallen in the service of one they loved, or whether it was the magic Yugi called the heart of the cards that had given them life. However they had entered life, he was thankful for them, thankful that he no longer had to be alone.
He was closer to the Celtic Guardian-Mahaad had never asked if he had a name-than the others. So close that the two often sought each other after battle, tended each other’s wounds, reminded each other that there were things worse in life-or death-than being trapped inside a spirit game forever.
“You took a major hit,” the guardian protested, pulling away when the magician’s hands glowed with dark energy. “You don’t have enough power left to…”
Mahaad silenced his protests with a kiss, the most powerful magic he possessed, his love for Atem, his love for the guardian, his love for those he served and protected. In spite of his earlier resistance, at first contact, the guardian leeched power from the sorcerer at an alarming rate. Mahaad resisted the urge to protest, to slow down the transfer of energy between them. The guardian wouldn’t realize what had happened until he’d regained enough strength to heal on his own and, by that time, Mahaad would be too weak to fight the drain any more. He could only hope that rest or the power of Atem would call him back from the Shadow World again.
With a sigh, he pressed himself to his friend and lover, shoving the already tilted helmet from the guardian’s head. It clattered to the floor, but neither noticed as their arms wrapped around each other.
The guardian pushed back Mahaad’s cowl, his questing hands slipped beneath the magical robes, as the Black Magician kissed his ear and whispered, “It’s just us Monsters now.”