|Candle in the Dark
Author: Cerberusia PM
Puzzleshipping oneshot. 'Hands. Hands in the dark: touching, stroking, sliding over slick flesh, heated flesh. The shadows on the wall embrace and join as one, shapes merging and writhing.' Surreal and bizarre.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - Yūgi M. & Yami Yūgi - Words: 181 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 2 - Published: 11-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3891381
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Candle in the Dark
Hands. Hands in the dark: touching, stroking, sliding over slick flesh, heated flesh. The shadows on the wall embrace and join as one, shapes merging and writhing.
Rough hands gripping legs, palms calloused and strong, but their touch gentle. A sharp exhalation of breath, as blunt fingernails dig into a tanned back.
Words. Words in the dark: don't stop, yes, ah, aibou. Harsh panting and breathless whispers, desirous shivers and half-lidded eyes.
But when it is over, sated and calm, the shadows vanish to leave him alone in the dark, eyes closed but his body unable to rest.
The next morning, Katsuya will ask him what the matter is; why is he so tired? Did he have a late night again? He will laugh it off, tell his friend not worry, and continue with his day as usual.
But tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night after that, he will savour his visit from the shadows. It is an addiction he cannot rid himself of.
For after all, how can you drive away yourself?