♥27 / [YuGiOh!] "Sight the King" 18.B/21
Sight the King - chapter 18.B
Summary: After Yuugi wakes up at the scene of a crime with blood on his hands and a voice in his head, there's only one thing he can do: Run.
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He cooks the leftover gods into a bone soup.
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Being unable to directly manipulate one another’s attire made it surprisingly easier to undress while kissing - Yuugi’s uniform shirt and leather bracer easily passed through the other Yuugi’s body entirely, and the same was true for the reverse. In that manner they didn’t technically need to undress in places, but it was so much more appealing to feel the thing one was actually seeing. Finally bare save the Puzzle, Yuugi’s chest was swiftly claimed by the other Yuugi’s mouth, the force of his exploration pushing Yuugi back flat against the closed bedroom door with a thud. Yuugi hissed in pain as his head once again knocked on a solid wood door, but the throb of the impending bruise was pushed from his mind when the other Yuugi’s warm tongue began tracing circles around his nipple, his hot breath tickling Yuugi’s chest hair.
“Are you all right?” the other murmured, tilting his head up and away from Yuugi’s torso. Yuugi looked down with a frown.
“Of course,” he said, breathing heavily between words, “why’d you stop?”
The other Yuugi pursed his lips momentarily. “I… pushed you a bit hard there. Are you sure-”
“I’m fine, other me,” Yuugi stressed, his hands snaking into the other’s hair, “and the fact that you’re talking when you could be doing other things displeases me.”
The other Yuugi had to suppress a laugh and smile, letting the flats of his fingernails trail over Yuugi’s sides. “How remiss of me,” he murmured, standing fully once more and kissing Yuugi’s mouth once more.
Yuugi’s heart and pulse were pounding loudly in his own ears, his pants much too tight over his groin. When the other Yuugi moaned into the kiss, pulling Yuugi flush against him, pulling them both to Yuugi’s bed, unmade and slightly musky from the night before, Yuugi groaned right back, rocking his hips against his other’s.
Gravity was not fast enough, and Yuugi was glad his head hit the pillow rather than another door, the other Yuugi pressed tight above him.
Moving then, the other Yuugi propped himself up on one elbow, spreading his legs around Yuugi and pressing them flat against Yuugi's sides and hips. The other Yuugi then mimicked Yuugi's actions from the night before, taking and guiding Yuugi's hand to whip off the Pyramid of God, then to the solid metal button and zip of his pants.
“Yes,” Yuugi groaned, lifting his hips as together they slowly pulled the shiny metal tab, and gently - gently - their hands moved together, slowly parting the teeth away from Yuugi, his pants nearly splitting open with the strain. Writhing free of the garments was difficult, but soon they, too, were kicked unceremoniously to the floor. Without assistance, the other Yuugi rolled onto his back, away from Yuugi, slipping off his Puzzle and kicking off his own pants in a much quicker movement, the apparition leather vanishing before it even hit the floor.
The other Yuugi was above Yuugi again, smiling.
“You’re back,” Yuugi whispered playfully, tapping a finger against the other Yuugi’s nose. The other Yuugi scrunched up his face, but followed it with a smile.
“For you, aibou? I will always come back,” he whispered, reverently, and he softly leaned down to kiss, leaned down to press against Yuugi fully. Hot and heavy in arousal they pressed together, so intensely that Yuugi had to pull away from the kiss, panting from the feel of the feedback. His hips thrust without his conscious thought, almost as though striking them together like kindling, or tinder. The other Yuugi’s groin pressed down firmly against him, and Yuugi had to bite into the flesh of his palm to both muffle his cry and distract himself from the fire that was raging and escalating across their shared heart. Though still pressing tightly against him, the other Yuugi’s hips had stilled.
“Aibou?” he whispered, the breath hot against Yuugi’s ear, and Yuugi nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m okay,” he said, his voice far too shaky to be of any reassurance, “it’s just - ah… a bit much.” Yuugi smiled, leaning up to peck against the other Yuugi’s lips. “I’m okay now.”
The other Yuugi didn’t look convinced. “You were biting your hand,” he said, concerned - how the other Yuugi could feel that concerned, with as much of a hard-on as Yuugi felt pressing against him, he’d never understand -
“It’s nothing, other me,” he replied, still smiling reassuringly.
The other Yuugi didn’t look particularly convinced.
“But this is the point where you let me up,” whispered Yuugi slyly, sitting up partially, “so I can pound you into the mattress.”
The other Yuugi groaned, thrusting his hips against Yuugi, the electric desire surging through them both. Yuugi’s hands came up to grip the other Yuugi’s semi-opaque, naked, sweat-free shoulders, and for a moment his mind cleared.
“Of course, if I tried that,” Yuugi murmured, “I might wind up losing you to the mattress-” the other Yuugi thrust against him again, and with a cry covered Yuugi’s mouth with his own, pushing him back down to the bed; Yuugi’s words were easily transformed as they thrust against one another, their frottage the flint and steel of their fire, and their hands were clawing so tightly to one another that Yuugi thought they would draw blood beneath their nails (never mind the other Yuugi could not bleed, never mind the other Yuugi would never hurt Yuugi).
If the threat of insanity was still there, Yuugi could not possibly care less as they rocked together, so much better than foreheads or hands or kissing or anything before it, but-
“I want,” panted Yuugi, breaking the kiss, delirious and close, but- “I want-want you- nnngh,” Yuugi pulled the other Yuugi down, the other Yuugi’s face against the light sweat of his neck, and he felt the desperate laugh there.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi murmured, letting go of Yuugi as he began pulling his body up, away, turning above Yuugi, repositioning. Yes!, screamed the passion in Yuugi’s blood, every beat of his heart a tattoo of affirmation, except one: a single synapse in his brain, trained through years of coaching, years of it not mattering, years of embarrassment cried out against him. The synapse shouted twice, and Yuugi quickly responded; his hands nearly slammed against the other Yuugi’s hips, halting his descent before contact had even been established between them.
“Wait,” Yuugi panted, frantic, repeating the first command while his mind raced to remember the second.
“Wait?” repeated the other Yuugi, his eyes clouded with arousal, though he did not move against Yuugi’s word.
The synapse fired again, and deliberately Yuugi sat up, pulling his legs close to him so he could push the other Yuugi back, sitting the other Yuugi down upon the mattress and holding him there for a moment. Once placed, Yuugi rose from the bed, crossing quickly to his dresser, his erection bobbing painfully as he walked.
“Aibou?” called the other Yuugi quietly as Yuugi begun digging through his top drawer, finding the unopened box easily. “Is-”
“I just needed to grab something,” Yuugi replied, forestalling the question, tearing open the box and snatching one of the square packets within.
Returning to the bed, Yuugi carefully began opening the packet (like he had, embarrassingly, been repeatedly shown by both his mother and grandfather on separate and numerous occasions - as though he would forget!). Careful to not snag his fingernails on the contents, Yuugi pulled the item from its packet while the heavily trained synapse in his brain continued firing instructions.
The other Yuugi, aroused but also curious, watched his movements attentively. “… what is this?”
“It’s a condom,” Yuugi replied easily, holding it out so the other Yuugi could see the red circle of latex with its thickly rolled outer ring and light sheen of lubrication.
The other Yuugi stared for a moment. “It’s for protection,” Yuugi clarified, examining the ring of latex, flipping the condom over a couple times in his hands to be sure of the direction of the roll of the latex. The other Yuugi, too, seemed to be awakening slightly from the fog of lust, for he scowled minutely.
“Protection? From what?”
“Pregnancy-”
“Aibou!”
“-and diseases.”
Yuugi’s hands, which had just begun unrolling the condom onto his aching erection, were stilled by a touch from the other Yuugi.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi said slowly, “I’m not a woman.”
“I know that, other me, but condoms-”
“Aibou,” he said, more sternly, pulling up Yuugi’s hands and the condom with them. The other Yuugi kept his gaze locked on Yuugi’s face, then with his ghostly hand made a very deliberate karate chop through the condom. His hand passed completely through the latex. Yuugi stared in confusion for one short moment before he flushed in embarrassment.
“I don’t have semen, or blood, in this form,” stated the other Yuugi with an exasperated fondness, “nor an immune system. What disease could I possibly carry? What could you have that could hurt someone who does not actually have a body?”
Yuugi pursed his lips, his face still red, and he laughed. “Would you believe me if I told you I forgot?”
The other Yuugi smiled, cupping Yuugi’s cheeks and kissing his lips softly, tenderly; the interlude had only eased the flame of desire, but had not even come close to snuffing it out. “You were just concerned,” murmured the other Yuugi, pulling away from the kiss slightly, letting his hands roam over Yuugi’s sides and tug lightly at the trim hair of Yuugi’s armpit; Yuugi’s eyes closed at the attention, his breathing quickening once more and the condom falling from his hand, “and were our situation different, then I would-”
“Other me?” Yuugi interjected, his eyes only narrowly open. “Stop talking.”
The other Yuugi grinned, pouncing upon Yuugi with a laugh and pinning him to the mattress. “Gladly,” he sang, silencing himself with the tender flesh of Yuugi’s neck.
Again they began worshipping the flesh of one another, rekindling the fire, their explorations of one another more thorough than before. Attention to Yuugi’s left nipple, for example, almost always caused his hips to buck, while similar attention to the right caused him to shudder under the other Yuugi; there was a spot on the juncture of the other Yuugi’s neck and shoulders that, when teased lightly with teeth, caused both of their left legs to jerk, the synchronization of it causing both of them to kiss through their laughter.
Yuugi’s erection nearly ached for release, and even the other Yuugi’s alternating hot and cool breath on his sweaty chest made him gasp.
“Please,” Yuugi begged, fisting the sheets, his hair damp and matted to his skull, “please.”
The other Yuugi nodded, kissing Yuugi’s earlobe softly. “I love you so much, aibou,” the other Yuugi whispered, pushing himself up, getting ready. His lower legs were firmly planted against Yuugi’s sides to make up for the fact they could not be firm upon the bed, and carefully he positioned himself over Yuugi’s erection.
Slowly, so slowly, he eased down, feeling the organ push past the initial ring of muscle with a tight burn. Yuugi hadn’t mentioned that this would hurt, so the other Yuugi sucked in a breath and hissed it out as he continued his descent. It wasn’t so- OW. Pain lanced through him, and the other Yuugi tried not to visibly wince.
Stop being so pathetic, he chastised himself, Aibou has given you the world - you can suffer this for him. He began to bear down further (there couldn’t be that much more, could there?), biting his cheeks to keep from crying out, so he was surprised when the pained cry escaped regardless.
Yuugi’s hands were on him then, pushing him - up? The other Yuugi opened his eyes in confusion, looking down to ask what it was this time when he noticed the tears on Yuugi’s face.
That cry had been Yuugi’s.
“Stop, stop, god,” Yuugi panted, pulling the other Yuugi off of him, pulling him down to the bed beside him, pressing his wet cheeks against the other Yuugi’s chest. “How could you do that to yourself?” Yuugi choked out, nearly shuddering against the other Yuugi, who only suddenly remembered their sensory feedback.
The other Yuugi had been focused so much on getting past the pain that he had not even felt the phantom clench of tightness around his own erection; apparently the pain had been too much for his partner to bear either. His heart (which was only metaphorical, not physical, in this form) felt as though gripped in a fist: he had been perfectly willing to suffer the pain of dry sex for his partner, completely forgetting that Yuugi would feel that same pain too.
Yet again! He thought sourly, yet again I fail you, aibou…
“It’s okay,” Yuugi said, his voice more steady now, “that was obviously a bad idea.” He leaned forward to kiss the other Yuugi softly, “we can try something else.”
Enraged at himself for forgetting something so obvious, for hurting Yuugi, the other Yuugi’s mouth moved desperately against Yuugi’s, the kiss overflowing with his feelings of despair and inadequacy. Yuugi felt, and responded, trying to pour in reassurances and forgiveness, but it was not enough. Yuugi forgave so easily, even when it had not been earned: how could the other Yuugi accept it? If only- if only- wait. The answer was so obvious!
“Aibou, do you trust me?” he whispered quickly, pulling Yuugi into another hard kiss before he could answer.
“I’m not going to-”
“No, not that,” agreed the other Yuugi, “but do you trust me?” Yuugi nodded, arching against him desperately.
“Always,”
“Close your eyes,” the other Yuugi said needlessly, “and let me guide you.” Yuugi nodded, and with another soft kiss, the other Yuugi guided Yuugi’s arm over the edge of the bed, forcing Yuugi to grab the lanyard of the real Puzzle. Pulling it up together, the other Yuugi did not have to break the kiss to loop the cord over Yuugi’s head, as the leather passed through him without even a whisper of sensation. Holding tight to Yuugi’s body, he began retreating back into the Puzzle, drawing Yuugi’s mind with him.
He would not have ever dared this move, had Yuugi not told him of how he had somehow gone into the Puzzle itself to rescue the other Yuugi. Hell, the other Yuugi hadn’t even known he’d had a heart’s room until Yuugi spoke of them - Yuugi’s own like a bedroom, the other Yuugi’s a dark and endless labyrinth. It was to Yuugi’s heart he pulled them, allowing Yuugi’s physical body to fall into an aroused stupor.
Although it had taken focus, it had taken no time to cross from the physical plane to the mental, and the other Yuugi opened his eyes to the brightly lit room of Yuugi’s heart, Yuugi still held tight to him. They lay on a perfectly made bed, one that the other Yuugi could actually feel beneath his legs.
He smiled. “You can open your eyes now,” he said, rolling off of Yuugi, reaching for the small pile of cards on the bedside table.
“This… my heart’s room? Other-” Yuugi sat up, scowling. “Don’t tell me you brought us here for card games,” he growled with a great deal of threat, and the other Yuugi shook his head.
“There’s only one card I want,” he said softly, swiftly flicking through the deck, “and I didn’t want to send you downstairs to get it. Here!” snatching the card in question, the other Yuugi let the remaining deck fall to the floor, the cards scattering like leaves. Yuugi - still frustrated - continued to glare.
“We are never doing this again,” he glowered, and the other Yuugi kissed Yuugi’s scowling forehead.
“I told you that you were the woman,” he teased lightly, but before Yuugi could respond the other Yuugi had flicked the card, and from the printed image he pulled a small bottle.
Yuugi could not help but be surprised. “Wait-”
“I have dominion over all games,” the other Yuugi replied, straddling Yuugi and pouring the liquid onto his hand. “I could’ve done this outside, but your deck-”
Yuugi was still staring. “You pulled a lubricant out of Duel Monsters?!”
The other Yuugi grinned, snapping the card to Yuugi while he set about preparing himself. Yuugi, keeping his appearance of anger, completely ignored the other Yuugi and instead examined the card.
“… huh. I never would have made the connect-Ah!” Yuugi gave a spasm, shocked, and he glared. The other Yuugi continued, trying to stretch himself with the assistance of the lubricant (which made things much less painful, though the angle of his fingers was certainly awkward). Beneath him, Yuugi was reacting much more than the other Yuugi was to this stimulus, though he did not appear to be in pain. “Nnnn,… other me…” Yuugi panted, tossing his head back and dropping the card, allowing his body to fall back to the mattress.
“Look at me, aibou,” the other Yuugi panted, searching within himself for the gland he hoped existed for one without a true body. There! Yuugi moaned beneath him, responding to caresses that were not even touching Yuugi’s skin. It would be an interesting experiment for later, the other Yuugi thought briefly, the sensation within him causing his teeth to chatter weakly and the muscles in his legs to quake. The other Yuugi nudged Yuugi lightly with the side of his foot. “You said you wanted to see me climax,” he whispered softly through their heart’s room, removing his hands from his own entrance.
Yuugi’s eyes opened for only a moment, until the other Yuugi’s still-slick hands began lubricating Yuugi’s swollen arousal. Yuugi could hardly stay flat on the bed.
“Watch, aibou,” the other Yuugi whispered, finally prepared, positioned over Yuugi (for the third time), “watch as I bury you within me.”
Yuugi’s eyes snapped open, his expression one of rapt wonder as the other Yuugi slid down, down, without pain or burn or latex in the way, sliding down and knowing that somehow Yuugi felt this both within his own body and without, just as the other Yuugi could feel the phantom muscles tighten around his own arousal.
“Look, aibou,” he whispered, softly, as finally his descent ceased, when there was no more to take in, “at what no one else can ever touch, no one else can ever know-” the other Yuugi pulled himself up, but went back down more quickly, causing Yuugi to jerk beneath him; Yuugi’s eyes remained forcefully open, the stare of one committing a sight to memory. The other Yuugi repeatedly impaled himself upon Yuugi’s solid erection, the slide of the lubricant making his nerves tingle until he slammed contact with that bundle of nerves deep within his body; Yuugi cried out, thrusting up to press in deeper, and the other Yuugi echoed the sound, a spasm of pleasure shooting through him from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“Let me- let me-” Yuugi thrust up into the other Yuugi again, his sentence cut with a shuddering cry, his hands dropping on the other Yuugi’s thighs. “Yes!” cried Yuugi, “show me-”
Higher and brighter their fire burned, the other Yuugi bearing down on Yuugi desperately, Yuugi meeting each with a frantic thrust up, each feeling the other’s pleasure in their untouched nerves, their sweat (both sweating, both real here) and heat mingling in the air. The other Yuugi twisted on Yuugi, needing to give his partner as much as he could, feeling fingernails digging into his legs in passion.
Unable to take any more, the other Yuugi’s hands fell to his own neglected erection, stroking and squeezing in opposition to the rhythm of their union. Yuugi’s face showed the nearness of his impending climax, red and damp and muscles tight, his expression rapt and wanting, wanting.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi called, using his free hand to pull up Yuugi up to sitting, bringing them closer. Yuugi’s eyes cracked open, his violet eyes dark, almost black with lust. “Ai-aibou.” The other Yuugi clenched around Yuugi, his hand swift and churning around his own erection, the white hot fire consuming, consuming, consuming, and there was another hand joining his, pressing wherever his own hand was not, and the thrusts into him were not as strong or long but much more frantic.
“Yes,” Yuugi hissed, watching the other’s face in adoration, rocking up hard and squeezing, “show me.”
Although he had been much more vocal before, sound seemed to lock in the other Yuugi’s throat as orgasm ripped through him, again, again, white release pumping from between their joined hands, his muscles quivering and shaking and unable to keep the rhythm of the act - but Yuugi was there, still thrusting up into him shallowly, guiding the other Yuugi’s body down, even through the orgasm that pumped into the other Yuugi, Yuugi beneath him, within him, holding him, loving trusting cherishing him-
“Ai~bou!”
He let the brunt of the orgasm take him, his body weak and tense all at once, maybe at twice, and he cherished the feel of warmth that diffused through his entire body, worshiped the hand that was not his own still drawing pleasure from him, worshiped the other hand that held him balanced atop Yuugi. He worshiped the feeling of pure joy within him and without, every pained emotion within him draining away as he slowly ebbed down once more, and though he faintly felt arms encircle him and carry him he didn’t care, shaking, leaning forward to bump noses with Yuugi. Soon, he pulled free from Yuugi’s softening erection, but never from Yuugi, never willingly from Yuugi.
“Aibou, aibou,” he whispered, a mantra of awe as they both sank back down to the mattress, warm and full and loved.
Kissing Yuugi gently, he only allowed himself to fall asleep after Yuugi had done so first, gladdened that even in sleep Yuugi couldn’t stop smiling and knowing that no one else would have the opportunity to etch there a similar grin.
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The nameless spirit of the Millennium Puzzle - a Pharaoh, if the book Yuugi had received from his grandmother was at least somewhat accurate - awoke slowly, drifting lazily from a land he would not refer to as the land of dreams (for, like many things, he had no memory of what dreams he might have dreamed). He was unaccustomed to sleeping, even less accustomed to waking, and as far back as his memory went (which, granted, was only a few months), he had not frequently woken up in a bed, arms wrapped around another person. Then again, the only time he’d ever awoken in a bed before had been in this fashion, and had been in Yuugi’s arms after his apparent resealing within the Puzzle, bound by a false name. Yuugi had told him all of the rescue itself, but had not yet gone into the details of what else that transpired in his absence. It did not matter; they had time yet.
The spirit - the broken half-heart of a king, it seemed - stared upward, his hand drifting slowly across the naked arm of Yuugi, brushing through the dusting of blond hair, pondering. Since he had been unsealed (the first time, many months ago), he and Yuugi had only been separated twice: once by the strange magic wrought by Kaiba Seto that neither he nor Yuugi truly understood, and once by physical necessity. Yet, in all that time since the first unsealing, from when he protected Yuugi from the petty scum of Domino, to their initial and terribly triggered first interaction, through all that time spent playing games for useless money in Titan - even though they had always been together save those two occasions, the other Yuugi had never felt closer to Yuugi than he did now.
He knew - because Yuugi knew - that sex usually altered one’s perceptions of one’s partner (he shivered in delight at the word, how utterly perfect a word it was now), but there was no way that he could not love Yuugi. Yuugi, still asleep beside him, was perhaps the most perfect person he’d ever met. Sure, he didn’t have experience with many people, and with fewer still that weren’t trying to hurt Yuugi, but… it was frightening, how balanced they were. Where the spirit was cold, and distant, unfeeling, Yuugi was anything but, and where Yuugi had been lacking in self-preservation and cunning the other Yuugi made up the difference. Yuugi said this was because he was only half a heart, too - something Yuugi had privately suspected, but had not known for sure until the man with the Balance of God had tried to weigh it during their separation.
How wonderful was it, then, that the Millennium Puzzle should be assembled by someone who was fragmented too? The other Yuugi (who was really quite different than Yuugi, beyond the superficial things) closed his eyes briefly, not bothering to hide the smile on his face even if it did hurt his cheeks to wear. He turned slightly to watch his Yuugi (and no one else’s!) sleep. They were light and dark, in a sense, but not quite - he was not completely devoid of goodness, nor was Yuugi free from dark thoughts and deeds, but - he didn’t know the right words.
If they needed words, he thought, Yuugi would know them, but he wasn’t going to wake him for something like that. Not yet, anyway.
The spirit - who had, for a while, carried the name ‘Saikoro,’ but no longer - wanted to curl back into the peace of sleep, but something kept him awake. Somewhere important, something was greatly amiss. It was not here, with Yuugi, who slept more soundly than he had in ages (the spirit knew, he kept tabs on that sort of thing), but… somewhere.
The other Yuugi figured it was out in the real world, where Yuugi’s body was probably lying asleep, mostly naked (everything except the Puzzle, which he’d looped around Yuugi’s neck before they came here), in a sex-smelling bed. Perhaps Yuugi’s mother, or grandfather (and the sudden grandmother about whom he still knew very little) had come home? The other Yuugi carefully untangled his limbs from his Yuugi (his! If Anzu or Kaiba or anyone else tried to take him away with false promises and callous words and insincere hearts, there would be no end to their suffering!), watching fondly as Yuugi tried to pull him back. Very softly, he kissed Yuugi’s brow, still tasting of cool sweat.
“Sleep, aibou,” he murmured, unable still to cease smiling, “I will see to this unease. Sleep.”
Yuugi shifted, one eye cracking open at him slowly, still mostly asleep. “ ‘kay,” he muttered, burying himself under the covers and releasing his hold on the spirit. “Be fast. ‘S cold without you.”
The spirit laughed, smothering his face in Yuugi’s hair playfully. “You won’t even notice my absence,” he swore, the words slightly muffled, finally pulling himself away and allowing his consciousness to reconnect with Yuugi’s body.
His eyes still closed, the other Yuugi became aware of two things very quickly. The first was that he - Yuugi’s body - was vertical. Although the other Yuugi was used to taking over a standing body, it was always because Yuugi had been awake before that moment. That an unconscious body was standing was not a good sign. The second he noticed came in multiple parts, none of which were good: he was wearing more than Yuugi had been when they’d gone into Yuugi’s heart’s room. There felt like loose boxers clinging to his hips in the familiar grip of elastic, and an unbuttoned dress shirt covered most of his arms and part of his torso, though it being unbuttoned seemed to defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place.
There also seemed to be something wrapped around his legs, and what felt like metal bracelets tightly secured to his wrists and also to something else; the latter (handcuffs, he realized) was chaining him to something above his head, and was probably the cause of his standing. He was also blindfolded, which was why he could only guess as to his garments, his wrists hurt from holding his weight like this, and there was a bruise the size of Mt. Fuji on the back of his skull throbbing painfully.
These things in combination led him to the conclusion that he was not, in fact, in Yuugi’s bedroom - he could not recall there being anything both high and sturdy enough to support handcuffs and his weight like this, as well as the fact he could think of no possible reason why he should wake up in such a fashion at the Game Shop.
The other Yuugi, hearing no one around him, seeing no lights filtering through his blindfold, did the only thing he could think to do: he quietly closed the barrier to Yuugi’s mind, and with a very deep breath muttered, very loudly,
“Well, fuck.”
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Summary: After Yuugi wakes up at the scene of a crime with blood on his hands and a voice in his head, there's only one thing he can do: Run.
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He cooks the leftover gods into a bone soup.
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Being unable to directly manipulate one another’s attire made it surprisingly easier to undress while kissing - Yuugi’s uniform shirt and leather bracer easily passed through the other Yuugi’s body entirely, and the same was true for the reverse. In that manner they didn’t technically need to undress in places, but it was so much more appealing to feel the thing one was actually seeing. Finally bare save the Puzzle, Yuugi’s chest was swiftly claimed by the other Yuugi’s mouth, the force of his exploration pushing Yuugi back flat against the closed bedroom door with a thud. Yuugi hissed in pain as his head once again knocked on a solid wood door, but the throb of the impending bruise was pushed from his mind when the other Yuugi’s warm tongue began tracing circles around his nipple, his hot breath tickling Yuugi’s chest hair.
“Are you all right?” the other murmured, tilting his head up and away from Yuugi’s torso. Yuugi looked down with a frown.
“Of course,” he said, breathing heavily between words, “why’d you stop?”
The other Yuugi pursed his lips momentarily. “I… pushed you a bit hard there. Are you sure-”
“I’m fine, other me,” Yuugi stressed, his hands snaking into the other’s hair, “and the fact that you’re talking when you could be doing other things displeases me.”
The other Yuugi had to suppress a laugh and smile, letting the flats of his fingernails trail over Yuugi’s sides. “How remiss of me,” he murmured, standing fully once more and kissing Yuugi’s mouth once more.
Yuugi’s heart and pulse were pounding loudly in his own ears, his pants much too tight over his groin. When the other Yuugi moaned into the kiss, pulling Yuugi flush against him, pulling them both to Yuugi’s bed, unmade and slightly musky from the night before, Yuugi groaned right back, rocking his hips against his other’s.
Gravity was not fast enough, and Yuugi was glad his head hit the pillow rather than another door, the other Yuugi pressed tight above him.
Moving then, the other Yuugi propped himself up on one elbow, spreading his legs around Yuugi and pressing them flat against Yuugi's sides and hips. The other Yuugi then mimicked Yuugi's actions from the night before, taking and guiding Yuugi's hand to whip off the Pyramid of God, then to the solid metal button and zip of his pants.
“Yes,” Yuugi groaned, lifting his hips as together they slowly pulled the shiny metal tab, and gently - gently - their hands moved together, slowly parting the teeth away from Yuugi, his pants nearly splitting open with the strain. Writhing free of the garments was difficult, but soon they, too, were kicked unceremoniously to the floor. Without assistance, the other Yuugi rolled onto his back, away from Yuugi, slipping off his Puzzle and kicking off his own pants in a much quicker movement, the apparition leather vanishing before it even hit the floor.
The other Yuugi was above Yuugi again, smiling.
“You’re back,” Yuugi whispered playfully, tapping a finger against the other Yuugi’s nose. The other Yuugi scrunched up his face, but followed it with a smile.
“For you, aibou? I will always come back,” he whispered, reverently, and he softly leaned down to kiss, leaned down to press against Yuugi fully. Hot and heavy in arousal they pressed together, so intensely that Yuugi had to pull away from the kiss, panting from the feel of the feedback. His hips thrust without his conscious thought, almost as though striking them together like kindling, or tinder. The other Yuugi’s groin pressed down firmly against him, and Yuugi had to bite into the flesh of his palm to both muffle his cry and distract himself from the fire that was raging and escalating across their shared heart. Though still pressing tightly against him, the other Yuugi’s hips had stilled.
“Aibou?” he whispered, the breath hot against Yuugi’s ear, and Yuugi nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m okay,” he said, his voice far too shaky to be of any reassurance, “it’s just - ah… a bit much.” Yuugi smiled, leaning up to peck against the other Yuugi’s lips. “I’m okay now.”
The other Yuugi didn’t look convinced. “You were biting your hand,” he said, concerned - how the other Yuugi could feel that concerned, with as much of a hard-on as Yuugi felt pressing against him, he’d never understand -
“It’s nothing, other me,” he replied, still smiling reassuringly.
The other Yuugi didn’t look particularly convinced.
“But this is the point where you let me up,” whispered Yuugi slyly, sitting up partially, “so I can pound you into the mattress.”
The other Yuugi groaned, thrusting his hips against Yuugi, the electric desire surging through them both. Yuugi’s hands came up to grip the other Yuugi’s semi-opaque, naked, sweat-free shoulders, and for a moment his mind cleared.
“Of course, if I tried that,” Yuugi murmured, “I might wind up losing you to the mattress-” the other Yuugi thrust against him again, and with a cry covered Yuugi’s mouth with his own, pushing him back down to the bed; Yuugi’s words were easily transformed as they thrust against one another, their frottage the flint and steel of their fire, and their hands were clawing so tightly to one another that Yuugi thought they would draw blood beneath their nails (never mind the other Yuugi could not bleed, never mind the other Yuugi would never hurt Yuugi).
If the threat of insanity was still there, Yuugi could not possibly care less as they rocked together, so much better than foreheads or hands or kissing or anything before it, but-
“I want,” panted Yuugi, breaking the kiss, delirious and close, but- “I want-want you- nnngh,” Yuugi pulled the other Yuugi down, the other Yuugi’s face against the light sweat of his neck, and he felt the desperate laugh there.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi murmured, letting go of Yuugi as he began pulling his body up, away, turning above Yuugi, repositioning. Yes!, screamed the passion in Yuugi’s blood, every beat of his heart a tattoo of affirmation, except one: a single synapse in his brain, trained through years of coaching, years of it not mattering, years of embarrassment cried out against him. The synapse shouted twice, and Yuugi quickly responded; his hands nearly slammed against the other Yuugi’s hips, halting his descent before contact had even been established between them.
“Wait,” Yuugi panted, frantic, repeating the first command while his mind raced to remember the second.
“Wait?” repeated the other Yuugi, his eyes clouded with arousal, though he did not move against Yuugi’s word.
The synapse fired again, and deliberately Yuugi sat up, pulling his legs close to him so he could push the other Yuugi back, sitting the other Yuugi down upon the mattress and holding him there for a moment. Once placed, Yuugi rose from the bed, crossing quickly to his dresser, his erection bobbing painfully as he walked.
“Aibou?” called the other Yuugi quietly as Yuugi begun digging through his top drawer, finding the unopened box easily. “Is-”
“I just needed to grab something,” Yuugi replied, forestalling the question, tearing open the box and snatching one of the square packets within.
Returning to the bed, Yuugi carefully began opening the packet (like he had, embarrassingly, been repeatedly shown by both his mother and grandfather on separate and numerous occasions - as though he would forget!). Careful to not snag his fingernails on the contents, Yuugi pulled the item from its packet while the heavily trained synapse in his brain continued firing instructions.
The other Yuugi, aroused but also curious, watched his movements attentively. “… what is this?”
“It’s a condom,” Yuugi replied easily, holding it out so the other Yuugi could see the red circle of latex with its thickly rolled outer ring and light sheen of lubrication.
The other Yuugi stared for a moment. “It’s for protection,” Yuugi clarified, examining the ring of latex, flipping the condom over a couple times in his hands to be sure of the direction of the roll of the latex. The other Yuugi, too, seemed to be awakening slightly from the fog of lust, for he scowled minutely.
“Protection? From what?”
“Pregnancy-”
“Aibou!”
“-and diseases.”
Yuugi’s hands, which had just begun unrolling the condom onto his aching erection, were stilled by a touch from the other Yuugi.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi said slowly, “I’m not a woman.”
“I know that, other me, but condoms-”
“Aibou,” he said, more sternly, pulling up Yuugi’s hands and the condom with them. The other Yuugi kept his gaze locked on Yuugi’s face, then with his ghostly hand made a very deliberate karate chop through the condom. His hand passed completely through the latex. Yuugi stared in confusion for one short moment before he flushed in embarrassment.
“I don’t have semen, or blood, in this form,” stated the other Yuugi with an exasperated fondness, “nor an immune system. What disease could I possibly carry? What could you have that could hurt someone who does not actually have a body?”
Yuugi pursed his lips, his face still red, and he laughed. “Would you believe me if I told you I forgot?”
The other Yuugi smiled, cupping Yuugi’s cheeks and kissing his lips softly, tenderly; the interlude had only eased the flame of desire, but had not even come close to snuffing it out. “You were just concerned,” murmured the other Yuugi, pulling away from the kiss slightly, letting his hands roam over Yuugi’s sides and tug lightly at the trim hair of Yuugi’s armpit; Yuugi’s eyes closed at the attention, his breathing quickening once more and the condom falling from his hand, “and were our situation different, then I would-”
“Other me?” Yuugi interjected, his eyes only narrowly open. “Stop talking.”
The other Yuugi grinned, pouncing upon Yuugi with a laugh and pinning him to the mattress. “Gladly,” he sang, silencing himself with the tender flesh of Yuugi’s neck.
Again they began worshipping the flesh of one another, rekindling the fire, their explorations of one another more thorough than before. Attention to Yuugi’s left nipple, for example, almost always caused his hips to buck, while similar attention to the right caused him to shudder under the other Yuugi; there was a spot on the juncture of the other Yuugi’s neck and shoulders that, when teased lightly with teeth, caused both of their left legs to jerk, the synchronization of it causing both of them to kiss through their laughter.
Yuugi’s erection nearly ached for release, and even the other Yuugi’s alternating hot and cool breath on his sweaty chest made him gasp.
“Please,” Yuugi begged, fisting the sheets, his hair damp and matted to his skull, “please.”
The other Yuugi nodded, kissing Yuugi’s earlobe softly. “I love you so much, aibou,” the other Yuugi whispered, pushing himself up, getting ready. His lower legs were firmly planted against Yuugi’s sides to make up for the fact they could not be firm upon the bed, and carefully he positioned himself over Yuugi’s erection.
Slowly, so slowly, he eased down, feeling the organ push past the initial ring of muscle with a tight burn. Yuugi hadn’t mentioned that this would hurt, so the other Yuugi sucked in a breath and hissed it out as he continued his descent. It wasn’t so- OW. Pain lanced through him, and the other Yuugi tried not to visibly wince.
Stop being so pathetic, he chastised himself, Aibou has given you the world - you can suffer this for him. He began to bear down further (there couldn’t be that much more, could there?), biting his cheeks to keep from crying out, so he was surprised when the pained cry escaped regardless.
Yuugi’s hands were on him then, pushing him - up? The other Yuugi opened his eyes in confusion, looking down to ask what it was this time when he noticed the tears on Yuugi’s face.
That cry had been Yuugi’s.
“Stop, stop, god,” Yuugi panted, pulling the other Yuugi off of him, pulling him down to the bed beside him, pressing his wet cheeks against the other Yuugi’s chest. “How could you do that to yourself?” Yuugi choked out, nearly shuddering against the other Yuugi, who only suddenly remembered their sensory feedback.
The other Yuugi had been focused so much on getting past the pain that he had not even felt the phantom clench of tightness around his own erection; apparently the pain had been too much for his partner to bear either. His heart (which was only metaphorical, not physical, in this form) felt as though gripped in a fist: he had been perfectly willing to suffer the pain of dry sex for his partner, completely forgetting that Yuugi would feel that same pain too.
Yet again! He thought sourly, yet again I fail you, aibou…
“It’s okay,” Yuugi said, his voice more steady now, “that was obviously a bad idea.” He leaned forward to kiss the other Yuugi softly, “we can try something else.”
Enraged at himself for forgetting something so obvious, for hurting Yuugi, the other Yuugi’s mouth moved desperately against Yuugi’s, the kiss overflowing with his feelings of despair and inadequacy. Yuugi felt, and responded, trying to pour in reassurances and forgiveness, but it was not enough. Yuugi forgave so easily, even when it had not been earned: how could the other Yuugi accept it? If only- if only- wait. The answer was so obvious!
“Aibou, do you trust me?” he whispered quickly, pulling Yuugi into another hard kiss before he could answer.
“I’m not going to-”
“No, not that,” agreed the other Yuugi, “but do you trust me?” Yuugi nodded, arching against him desperately.
“Always,”
“Close your eyes,” the other Yuugi said needlessly, “and let me guide you.” Yuugi nodded, and with another soft kiss, the other Yuugi guided Yuugi’s arm over the edge of the bed, forcing Yuugi to grab the lanyard of the real Puzzle. Pulling it up together, the other Yuugi did not have to break the kiss to loop the cord over Yuugi’s head, as the leather passed through him without even a whisper of sensation. Holding tight to Yuugi’s body, he began retreating back into the Puzzle, drawing Yuugi’s mind with him.
He would not have ever dared this move, had Yuugi not told him of how he had somehow gone into the Puzzle itself to rescue the other Yuugi. Hell, the other Yuugi hadn’t even known he’d had a heart’s room until Yuugi spoke of them - Yuugi’s own like a bedroom, the other Yuugi’s a dark and endless labyrinth. It was to Yuugi’s heart he pulled them, allowing Yuugi’s physical body to fall into an aroused stupor.
Although it had taken focus, it had taken no time to cross from the physical plane to the mental, and the other Yuugi opened his eyes to the brightly lit room of Yuugi’s heart, Yuugi still held tight to him. They lay on a perfectly made bed, one that the other Yuugi could actually feel beneath his legs.
He smiled. “You can open your eyes now,” he said, rolling off of Yuugi, reaching for the small pile of cards on the bedside table.
“This… my heart’s room? Other-” Yuugi sat up, scowling. “Don’t tell me you brought us here for card games,” he growled with a great deal of threat, and the other Yuugi shook his head.
“There’s only one card I want,” he said softly, swiftly flicking through the deck, “and I didn’t want to send you downstairs to get it. Here!” snatching the card in question, the other Yuugi let the remaining deck fall to the floor, the cards scattering like leaves. Yuugi - still frustrated - continued to glare.
“We are never doing this again,” he glowered, and the other Yuugi kissed Yuugi’s scowling forehead.
“I told you that you were the woman,” he teased lightly, but before Yuugi could respond the other Yuugi had flicked the card, and from the printed image he pulled a small bottle.
Yuugi could not help but be surprised. “Wait-”
“I have dominion over all games,” the other Yuugi replied, straddling Yuugi and pouring the liquid onto his hand. “I could’ve done this outside, but your deck-”
Yuugi was still staring. “You pulled a lubricant out of Duel Monsters?!”
The other Yuugi grinned, snapping the card to Yuugi while he set about preparing himself. Yuugi, keeping his appearance of anger, completely ignored the other Yuugi and instead examined the card.
“… huh. I never would have made the connect-Ah!” Yuugi gave a spasm, shocked, and he glared. The other Yuugi continued, trying to stretch himself with the assistance of the lubricant (which made things much less painful, though the angle of his fingers was certainly awkward). Beneath him, Yuugi was reacting much more than the other Yuugi was to this stimulus, though he did not appear to be in pain. “Nnnn,… other me…” Yuugi panted, tossing his head back and dropping the card, allowing his body to fall back to the mattress.
“Look at me, aibou,” the other Yuugi panted, searching within himself for the gland he hoped existed for one without a true body. There! Yuugi moaned beneath him, responding to caresses that were not even touching Yuugi’s skin. It would be an interesting experiment for later, the other Yuugi thought briefly, the sensation within him causing his teeth to chatter weakly and the muscles in his legs to quake. The other Yuugi nudged Yuugi lightly with the side of his foot. “You said you wanted to see me climax,” he whispered softly through their heart’s room, removing his hands from his own entrance.
Yuugi’s eyes opened for only a moment, until the other Yuugi’s still-slick hands began lubricating Yuugi’s swollen arousal. Yuugi could hardly stay flat on the bed.
“Watch, aibou,” the other Yuugi whispered, finally prepared, positioned over Yuugi (for the third time), “watch as I bury you within me.”
Yuugi’s eyes snapped open, his expression one of rapt wonder as the other Yuugi slid down, down, without pain or burn or latex in the way, sliding down and knowing that somehow Yuugi felt this both within his own body and without, just as the other Yuugi could feel the phantom muscles tighten around his own arousal.
“Look, aibou,” he whispered, softly, as finally his descent ceased, when there was no more to take in, “at what no one else can ever touch, no one else can ever know-” the other Yuugi pulled himself up, but went back down more quickly, causing Yuugi to jerk beneath him; Yuugi’s eyes remained forcefully open, the stare of one committing a sight to memory. The other Yuugi repeatedly impaled himself upon Yuugi’s solid erection, the slide of the lubricant making his nerves tingle until he slammed contact with that bundle of nerves deep within his body; Yuugi cried out, thrusting up to press in deeper, and the other Yuugi echoed the sound, a spasm of pleasure shooting through him from everywhere and nowhere at once.
“Let me- let me-” Yuugi thrust up into the other Yuugi again, his sentence cut with a shuddering cry, his hands dropping on the other Yuugi’s thighs. “Yes!” cried Yuugi, “show me-”
Higher and brighter their fire burned, the other Yuugi bearing down on Yuugi desperately, Yuugi meeting each with a frantic thrust up, each feeling the other’s pleasure in their untouched nerves, their sweat (both sweating, both real here) and heat mingling in the air. The other Yuugi twisted on Yuugi, needing to give his partner as much as he could, feeling fingernails digging into his legs in passion.
Unable to take any more, the other Yuugi’s hands fell to his own neglected erection, stroking and squeezing in opposition to the rhythm of their union. Yuugi’s face showed the nearness of his impending climax, red and damp and muscles tight, his expression rapt and wanting, wanting.
“Aibou,” the other Yuugi called, using his free hand to pull up Yuugi up to sitting, bringing them closer. Yuugi’s eyes cracked open, his violet eyes dark, almost black with lust. “Ai-aibou.” The other Yuugi clenched around Yuugi, his hand swift and churning around his own erection, the white hot fire consuming, consuming, consuming, and there was another hand joining his, pressing wherever his own hand was not, and the thrusts into him were not as strong or long but much more frantic.
“Yes,” Yuugi hissed, watching the other’s face in adoration, rocking up hard and squeezing, “show me.”
Although he had been much more vocal before, sound seemed to lock in the other Yuugi’s throat as orgasm ripped through him, again, again, white release pumping from between their joined hands, his muscles quivering and shaking and unable to keep the rhythm of the act - but Yuugi was there, still thrusting up into him shallowly, guiding the other Yuugi’s body down, even through the orgasm that pumped into the other Yuugi, Yuugi beneath him, within him, holding him, loving trusting cherishing him-
“Ai~bou!”
He let the brunt of the orgasm take him, his body weak and tense all at once, maybe at twice, and he cherished the feel of warmth that diffused through his entire body, worshiped the hand that was not his own still drawing pleasure from him, worshiped the other hand that held him balanced atop Yuugi. He worshiped the feeling of pure joy within him and without, every pained emotion within him draining away as he slowly ebbed down once more, and though he faintly felt arms encircle him and carry him he didn’t care, shaking, leaning forward to bump noses with Yuugi. Soon, he pulled free from Yuugi’s softening erection, but never from Yuugi, never willingly from Yuugi.
“Aibou, aibou,” he whispered, a mantra of awe as they both sank back down to the mattress, warm and full and loved.
Kissing Yuugi gently, he only allowed himself to fall asleep after Yuugi had done so first, gladdened that even in sleep Yuugi couldn’t stop smiling and knowing that no one else would have the opportunity to etch there a similar grin.
._._.
The nameless spirit of the Millennium Puzzle - a Pharaoh, if the book Yuugi had received from his grandmother was at least somewhat accurate - awoke slowly, drifting lazily from a land he would not refer to as the land of dreams (for, like many things, he had no memory of what dreams he might have dreamed). He was unaccustomed to sleeping, even less accustomed to waking, and as far back as his memory went (which, granted, was only a few months), he had not frequently woken up in a bed, arms wrapped around another person. Then again, the only time he’d ever awoken in a bed before had been in this fashion, and had been in Yuugi’s arms after his apparent resealing within the Puzzle, bound by a false name. Yuugi had told him all of the rescue itself, but had not yet gone into the details of what else that transpired in his absence. It did not matter; they had time yet.
The spirit - the broken half-heart of a king, it seemed - stared upward, his hand drifting slowly across the naked arm of Yuugi, brushing through the dusting of blond hair, pondering. Since he had been unsealed (the first time, many months ago), he and Yuugi had only been separated twice: once by the strange magic wrought by Kaiba Seto that neither he nor Yuugi truly understood, and once by physical necessity. Yet, in all that time since the first unsealing, from when he protected Yuugi from the petty scum of Domino, to their initial and terribly triggered first interaction, through all that time spent playing games for useless money in Titan - even though they had always been together save those two occasions, the other Yuugi had never felt closer to Yuugi than he did now.
He knew - because Yuugi knew - that sex usually altered one’s perceptions of one’s partner (he shivered in delight at the word, how utterly perfect a word it was now), but there was no way that he could not love Yuugi. Yuugi, still asleep beside him, was perhaps the most perfect person he’d ever met. Sure, he didn’t have experience with many people, and with fewer still that weren’t trying to hurt Yuugi, but… it was frightening, how balanced they were. Where the spirit was cold, and distant, unfeeling, Yuugi was anything but, and where Yuugi had been lacking in self-preservation and cunning the other Yuugi made up the difference. Yuugi said this was because he was only half a heart, too - something Yuugi had privately suspected, but had not known for sure until the man with the Balance of God had tried to weigh it during their separation.
How wonderful was it, then, that the Millennium Puzzle should be assembled by someone who was fragmented too? The other Yuugi (who was really quite different than Yuugi, beyond the superficial things) closed his eyes briefly, not bothering to hide the smile on his face even if it did hurt his cheeks to wear. He turned slightly to watch his Yuugi (and no one else’s!) sleep. They were light and dark, in a sense, but not quite - he was not completely devoid of goodness, nor was Yuugi free from dark thoughts and deeds, but - he didn’t know the right words.
If they needed words, he thought, Yuugi would know them, but he wasn’t going to wake him for something like that. Not yet, anyway.
The spirit - who had, for a while, carried the name ‘Saikoro,’ but no longer - wanted to curl back into the peace of sleep, but something kept him awake. Somewhere important, something was greatly amiss. It was not here, with Yuugi, who slept more soundly than he had in ages (the spirit knew, he kept tabs on that sort of thing), but… somewhere.
The other Yuugi figured it was out in the real world, where Yuugi’s body was probably lying asleep, mostly naked (everything except the Puzzle, which he’d looped around Yuugi’s neck before they came here), in a sex-smelling bed. Perhaps Yuugi’s mother, or grandfather (and the sudden grandmother about whom he still knew very little) had come home? The other Yuugi carefully untangled his limbs from his Yuugi (his! If Anzu or Kaiba or anyone else tried to take him away with false promises and callous words and insincere hearts, there would be no end to their suffering!), watching fondly as Yuugi tried to pull him back. Very softly, he kissed Yuugi’s brow, still tasting of cool sweat.
“Sleep, aibou,” he murmured, unable still to cease smiling, “I will see to this unease. Sleep.”
Yuugi shifted, one eye cracking open at him slowly, still mostly asleep. “ ‘kay,” he muttered, burying himself under the covers and releasing his hold on the spirit. “Be fast. ‘S cold without you.”
The spirit laughed, smothering his face in Yuugi’s hair playfully. “You won’t even notice my absence,” he swore, the words slightly muffled, finally pulling himself away and allowing his consciousness to reconnect with Yuugi’s body.
His eyes still closed, the other Yuugi became aware of two things very quickly. The first was that he - Yuugi’s body - was vertical. Although the other Yuugi was used to taking over a standing body, it was always because Yuugi had been awake before that moment. That an unconscious body was standing was not a good sign. The second he noticed came in multiple parts, none of which were good: he was wearing more than Yuugi had been when they’d gone into Yuugi’s heart’s room. There felt like loose boxers clinging to his hips in the familiar grip of elastic, and an unbuttoned dress shirt covered most of his arms and part of his torso, though it being unbuttoned seemed to defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place.
There also seemed to be something wrapped around his legs, and what felt like metal bracelets tightly secured to his wrists and also to something else; the latter (handcuffs, he realized) was chaining him to something above his head, and was probably the cause of his standing. He was also blindfolded, which was why he could only guess as to his garments, his wrists hurt from holding his weight like this, and there was a bruise the size of Mt. Fuji on the back of his skull throbbing painfully.
These things in combination led him to the conclusion that he was not, in fact, in Yuugi’s bedroom - he could not recall there being anything both high and sturdy enough to support handcuffs and his weight like this, as well as the fact he could think of no possible reason why he should wake up in such a fashion at the Game Shop.
The other Yuugi, hearing no one around him, seeing no lights filtering through his blindfold, did the only thing he could think to do: he quietly closed the barrier to Yuugi’s mind, and with a very deep breath muttered, very loudly,
“Well, fuck.”
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