Warnings: 1) strange and unusual language 2) the valorization of desserts 3) severely out-of-character characters 4) implied mature content.

A Darker Chocolate

"Make sure your frass is back here in thirty!"

"It always is, isn't it?"

"Don't shitstacking mouth me off, Yami."

"I bust my vanderscroto for eight hours a day at this brainfart of a buttforce and you won't even give me a small wangdoodle to unhurl?"

Yugi's eyes whipped towards the door and he made a cat-like dodge underneath a table as the knob slowly turned and "Yami" stepped into the lounge. His guilt sunk in as he watched the demon stroll towards the refrigerator, peek inside, give an audible "yum," and plate a huge slice of his beloved. Yugi's eyes glistened at the sight of the big hunk of brownness and he unconsciously gulped back increasing amounts of saliva.

With a lustful smirk, the demon plucked a fork from the utensil's drawer and sat down at the table right in front of the one Yugi hid under, giving the desiring angel a full frontal view. Although Yugi was sure Yami couldn't see him, he felt like he was being mocked in some way. Yami started off slowly, whipping off a bit of the icing with his forefinger and lapping it up with a sensual moan and a rolling of his eyes. The fork was left untouched as he continued teasing Yugi's beloved, gradually taking off each bit of icing like a painfully slow strip tease.

Yugi's jaw tightened and his bottom lip trembled. He silently Heaven cursed himself for being such a clumsy fool but the emotions coursing through his body felt too good to be wrong. It had to be true love, no matter what the facts told him.

His breath caught in his throat when a slightly miscalculated shift caused his quiver of arrows to rustle a bit too loudly. Yami blinked and paused for a moment but didn't seem too concerned about the unidentifiable noise. With a sigh of relief, Yugi carefully slid the quiver off his shoulders and set it on its side, not willing to take the same risks again. When his eyes fell on the colourful array of fletchings, memories of the events leading up to this moment came back to him.

Two things stood out the most. The first was the fact that Angel's food cake sucked. In Heaven, any dessert that was darker than the yellow in lemon meringue pie was prohibited. Caramel, cinnamon and almonds were only obtained through "underground means" at best and chocolate was completely out of the question (except, of course, white chocolate). The second was the widely prevalent knowledge that, when angels gambled, they gambled hard.

-Flashback-

And the one to pull the gambler out of Yugi was Malik Ishtar. This relatively low-ranking angel got into Heaven by the skin of his behind. He'd spent his mortal days involved in petty crimes, indulging in a sedentary lifestyle and obeying every call from his "appetite." The only reason why he got into Heaven in the first place was because he died saving a puppy. Cliché, but true. While attempting to jay walk six lanes of traffic at two in the morning, he'd seen a speeding car barrel toward the cutest poodle he'd ever laid eyes on. Being a softy at heart for all things lovable and fluffy, he made a heroic dive for the frightened creature just in time to shove it out of the way. He had a split second to realise he'd never make it before the speeding car slammed into him at double the limit, killing him instantly.

One could always catch Malik hanging out somewhere amongst the greenery of Heaven's Haven Happy Harp Park, either with a deck of cards or miniature casino games. Despite the reputation he'd established in his mortal life, there was usually a crowd around him, some bringing their puppies for Malik to kiss.

"Oh Malik, that was, indeed, quite amazing! Would you kindly, if you so choose, do it again?" These were usually the types of comments one would hear if one were to pass by and, at the time, Yugi happened to be the one passing by. Yugi was never one to judge others, despite the temptation from his lofty station in Heaven. And a lofty job it was. As Heaven's Certified Inducer of Good Feelings Amongst Kin (HCIGFAK for short), he was solely responsible for creating feelings of love and friendship in others with his 'love' arrows.

But it also meant that people called him 'Cupid.' While that name didn't have any negative connotations per se, Yugi was treated like a fat-half-naked-diaper-wearing infant. As a result, adults doubted his ability to do anything outside the boundaries of his profession and Heaven teenagers refused to share their Heaven porn with him.

"Greetings Yugi!" The salutation came as a surprise to him since, as far as he knew, Malik couldn't care less about whom he was or what he did. "Would you like to play a game of Roulette?"

"Apologies, Malik. I'd be very much obliged to participate but I do not play such games."

"Come now," Malik beckoned, "I would be quite disappointed if you decline my offer."

"Well, if that is the case," Yugi stopped and considered, scratching the back of his neck, "It would, indeed, be rude of me to arouse any ill feelings between us. Perhaps I shall indulge in one game."

"I would very much appreciate that."

Yugi watched intently as Malik demonstrated how the game was played. In no time, he was immersed in the act of spinning the wheel, dropping the ball and guessing where it would land. He was slightly disappointment however, when it became apparent that this was all there was to it.

"Surely there is more to this game than simply rolling a tiny ball on a wheel." Yugi insisted, plunking the plastic ball on the wheel with a floppy hand.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing more to it. This game is the same now as it had been when it was created."

"I mean no offence, Malik, but this game is rather unchallenging."

"Rest assured, I take no offence at all. You are known for your remarkable abilities in the art of the game. You have thwarted all manner of conundrums and puzzles which others only dream of unravelling. I should apologize for presenting you with this farce of a so-called game." Malik sounded sincere, which made Yugi's stomach sink in guilt.

"I mean no disrespect at all! Perhaps we can find ways to enhance the difficulties of this game. Surely a mind such as yours can conjure something?"

Malik grinned creepily, and if Yugi had known the implications of this grin beforehand, he would have backed out then and there.

"Fortunately, Yugi, I have a proposal. In the mortal world, it is customary to accompany a game such as Roulette with certain conditions."

"Conditions such as?"

"You know, a bet."

The oddity of the last comment made everyone to stare at Malik quizzically.

"I-I mean we each place a wager of equal proportion as a prize for the winner of the game. Whoever triumphs in the round in which the proposal is placed is awarded the privilege of reaping the gains from the one who losses. With each passing round, a wage of increasing value is proposed by both parties, hence, in a sense, increasing the difficulty of the game and the excitement as well as the challenge of the game itself. It would be of great enjoyment!"

"Ah, perfect sense."

"So, shall we?"

"I see no harm."

"Very well. We shall begin with a simple wager. Might I suggest one feather from each of our backs?"

Yugi blushed at the implied innuendo of this suggestion and the girls around them giggled. Not one to back out so quickly, however, Yugi conceded.

Both sides saw wins and losses. As the stakes rose, so did the number of spectators. Soon a thick crowd of winged immortals encircled them, watching unblinkingly and cheering on their favourite player.

"Your golden wand is yours no more!"

"Oh misfortune!"

"No need for profanities, my friend. In accordance to our agreement, please relinquish your treasure."

The crowd "oooooed" and "ahhhhhhed" and rabbled amongst themselves as Malik begrudgingly handed over his rod-shaped hunk of gold. Yugi took the item with more relief than joy (since he really did not want to put up his golden puzzle in the wager) and, in his angelic goodness, planned to return it to its owner once the games were through.

After Malik stalled for what he deemed to be long enough, he put the plan he'd been holding back for so long into motion, "One last round before we break for the evening?"

"Very well." Was the exasperated reply.

"My wager is simple; I'll lower myself as your servant for the rest of time if I lose this round."

The silence was so perfect one could hear the Heaven mice flying around in the distance.

Yugi fumbled with the golden wand, "Is that not too unreasonable? I have nothing of equal value to such a grand sacrifice!"

"Perhaps I can offer a suggestion."

Yugi shrunk back.

"This may be elaborate compared to my wager, but do try to follow as best as you can. For your end of the bargain, I would like you to go down to Hell and strike a certain demon with one of your arrows for me."

Yugi froze, his jaw going slack, "Truly you are not - "

"In addition, I would greatly appreciate the gesture if you used one of your burgundy arrows."

"That is completely against the r -"

"You do not seem too pleased with this proposal, Yugi." Malik eyed Yugi with a false pouting of his lips and Yugi's gaze fell away, conflicted. "You are not insinuating that this is a greater risk than the one I offered, are you? I do believe what I have laid out here falls short of what I am willing to offer you."

"But I can only act according to the instructions given to me. I have never strayed from this rigidly defined path and I do not want to disappoint the one who has trusted me with this task. Apologies, but please do not ask me to break the rules of Heaven. I would be very much obliged if a different arrangement was in order."

"I promise not to tell."

Yugi's purple eyes snapped up.

Malik looked around the crowd of uncomfortable angels. "My gracious friends, surely you would not let any harm befall our beloved "Cupid," especially considering the light-hearted nature of our fun and games. All will be well and good if this secret rests amongst us and us only."

Gazes darted from one angel to another, searching for an unspoken consensus. Pockets of these immortals secretly whispered to each other while others merely waited for a brave soul to offer his or her answer so they can simply follow along. A tense silence hung above them. Finally, a shaky hand penetrated the air.

"I, Joey of the Janitorial Cherubs, shall keep that promise."

The less-than-genuine relief rippled through the crowd and a chorus of tense (winged) shoulders visibly sagged. Singular hands began flying up in the air, first slowly, then more rapidly as angels followed suit.

Malik turned back to Yugi, who didn't think he'd be more torn than before. "Your friends are with you, Cupid. Shall we proceed?"

The little seraph stared at his arrows, knowing he'd probably lose them within the week if something went wrong. "Must it be burgundy, Malik?"

"In accordance to the wager, indeed it must be burgundy."

"But please consider the possibility that I wreak havoc within the realm of the underworld with this volatile arrow. As the wielder of this divine tool, I am well-versed in both its advantages and its terrible disadvantages. Surely both Heaven and Earth will hear of this misdeed!" Yugi pleaded.

"I mean no disrespect, Cupid, but I do not believe your burgundy arrows are as dangerous as you believe them to be. Indeed I agree that they are the most potent of your tools but the magnificence of their strength is not so grand as to affect both Heaven and Earth as you say. You are a formidable member of our society but you are far from shaking the entire realm!" Having said that all in one breath, Malik gave a much-needed exhale.

"Perhaps not."

"Shall we proceed?" Malik's eye twitch in impatience.

"I…"

"Yugi…"

"The burgundy one, Malik?"

"Yes."

"Truly, Malik?"

"Truly."

"Surely?"

"Surely."

"That specific one?"

"None other."

"This other one would not suffice?"

"No."

"Or this?"

"No."

"Or this?"

"No!"

"Or this?"

"How many times do I have to say it, you little brat?"

Yugi froze and everyone went silent. Hands clapped over mouths, other hands clapped over chests and a few angels fainted.

"I-I mean…" Malik stammered, censoring his language and controlling the volume of his voice weakly, "This very one and none other. Recall that I promise to be your everlasting servant should I lose this round."

"V-very well."

As irritating as it was, Yugi's hesitation hadn't been completely fruitless. In the time it took for the seraph to finally give in, Malik had managed to inconspicuously switch the harmless ball for his personal magnetized one. The negatively-charged metal object would easily be drawn to its counterpart on the wheel. 23 red. The perfection of this plan was completed by the fact that it was his turn to call. He handed Yugi the ball.

Yugi stared at the thing for a moment before mechanically spinning the wheel and dropping the ball inside. He fought the urge to cover his eyes as the hypnotic spin seemed to go on endlessly. Everyone watched as the wheel slowed and the little white ball bounced harmlessly from one section to the next. 4…21…2…25…17.

"Umm… please be so kind as to make your call."

"Hmm, it is quite difficult to decide." Malik feigned pensiveness, sneaking a glance at Yugi to see if he'd noticed, "Well, since your spin was the most perfect spin I have ever witnessed, I may well need to simply take a guess devoid of any true judgment. Twenty-three red seems like an acceptable number, I shall choose that."

The wheel stopped and Malik clapped his hands gleefully. A few angels grimaced, others stared in disbelief, while others uttered Heaven swears under their breaths.

Yugi's vision fizzled before everything went dark and he flopped over.

- not end of flashback yet -

Unlike the "Cupid" of mythology, Yugi didn't just shoot people to make them fall in love. He carried four different arrows, each with a different function. The ones with a yellow fletching signified friendship. The next level of intimacy was marked by a pink arrow. Since this was paired with puppy, or chaste love, it wasn't a surprise that the target audience for these were senior elementary school to freshmen high school students. Sadly, the usage of this arrow had seen a drastic shift in paradigm as the audience for it increasingly shrunk. According to the charts, this love was doomed for extinction somewhere in the next hundred years. But the people lost to this category didn't disappear, they were simply displaced. This led to the increasing usage of his rose and burgundy arrows. Despite countless centuries in this position, Yugi still had his reservations when it came to the rose-coloured arrows. The implied permanence of "true" love and the devastation that resulted from damage to this relationship was a daunting experience. Fortunately, it was an incredible sight when he saw success.

Yugi had no idea why the burgundy arrows existed at all. He didn't have the guts to question the Angel Overseer and others were reluctant to tell him. He'd always run off in haste after casting one of these because of his self-proclaimed squeamishness. As a result, he never really found out what the "potent covetousness of a sexual nature" arrow did.

With a defeated sigh, Yugi looked at the picture of a white-haired, fierce-looking demon labelled "Bakura." While he couldn't be more curious as to why Malik took interest in this demon (and wanted to use a burgundy arrow on him!), he also didn't want to be weighed down by forbidden knowledge. He'd resolved to pull this off the same way always did: take a shotty aim, throw it with his eyes closed, and run off before he could even see it hit its mark. This strategy had always been fool proof, partly because he was never there to see it fail. And this, in his mind, made perfect sense.

The problem was finding his way around Hell without standing out. He'd feebly made an attempt to conceal his full, fluffy, soft, snow-white, feathered wings by painting them black but it was still obviously clear that they bore no resemblance to the holed, leathery, boney, tough, bat-like wings sported by the demons. His vernacular didn't exactly fit in either. Five minutes in this world and he knew that, if he wasn't already dead, that he'd probably die of blood loss through the ears.

"How about you suck my big, fat, non-existent, tits?"

"How about I kick you in your big, fat, non-existent, balls?"

"How about you blow my big, fat, highly not non-existent balls?"

Yugi braced himself against a wall, hand over his heart to still his palpitations. Having to hide and search at the same time, his progress was painfully slow. Thankfully (well, sort of), he'd finally found Bakura. Although listening to demon-tongue brought tears to his eyes and felt like the sting of a hundred mortal needles on an open wound, Yugi forced himself to wait out for his opportunity. With burgundy arrow poised, he cracked open the door to the lunchroom just enough to slip the arrowhead through.

Blood dripped from the thick piece of Hell steak as Bakura ripped off a huge chunk with his teeth, "How 'bout…mmhmhymuyum you go 'crew 'ur… mmmhyummyum 'ma in her wrinkly, gaping khlam?"

"Don't skeet me, there isn't such a cockstratching thing as a khlam." The other demon, someone who looked suspiciously like Malik, retorted.

Bakura gulped his giant bite and wiped his mouth off with a forearm, "Hells yeah there is," He pulled a Hell dictionary off the shelf, flipped through to the "K" section and tapped a finger on a word somewhere in the middle of a page, "See, khlam, read that sonofabitch."

The Malik-look-alike read it and burst out laughing, "You, little dick-lapping scrunt!"

"Thanks, shit slunk."

"No wonder you shitpissing Aced demon-tongue." The Malik doppelganger gushed, sounding impressed and jealous at the same time.

"More than that, four years in the bloody belching frass row I raped that slunk!"

"Wanna tutor this pussyslanker?"

Bakura scoffed, "Just carry around a wangalicious dictionary, like I do."

"But I don't wanna look like a skeg head, snatch faced Hell nerd."

"Then I'll..." Bakura said, confidently snapping the tome shut, "Always be the whoretastically sick, extremely non-virgin, king of a son of a banchi, bum-faced best at demon-tongue, won't I?"

"Fuck."

Yugi, who'd had his arrow aimed at Hell's top linguist, was so startled at the expletive that he dropped his ever-so-potent 'weapon'. He'd endured the (in relation to angel-speak) smut spectacularly but the last word was just so, so… bad! His head swam with this new and forbidden knowledge, the word playing in his head repeatedly. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-u-ck. F-u-U-U-U-cK! It was so short but so strong! This sinking process took such a toll on the little seraph that he neglected to notice where the arrow landed.

"Oh vast misfortune…"

The thing was sticking out of his foot. And, by the time he plucked it out, the effects were already starting to seep in.

Yugi's knees buckled beneath him and his eyes widened to their maximum wideness when they landed on a hunk of chocolate cake on the table. Heat flooded into both his cheeks and his groin and he was rendered completely incoherent. He had to have it. He wanted to take it and wanted to take it hard. He wanted to bury his whole face in its moist gooeyness and tease it with his tongue forever. He wanted to sink his teeth into its virgin softness and tear it apart in a mad, mad passion. He wanted to –

"Aww, shit. Time to get back to my pubichead of a buttforce schedule."

"Me scrotalicking too."

The pair of demons put away the rest of the cake and made a bee-line for the door. With his last ounce of clarity, Yugi narrowly avoided being discovered as he rolled around the corner. Dejected at the sight of Bakura locking the door but burning with a determination to see his beloved again, Yugi Heaven swore to return.

- Yugi apologizes for having long flashbacks -

Malik seemed to be waiting for something but circumstances discouraged Yugi from asking. From his disheveled appearance upon returning to Heaven, Malik assumed Yugi succeeded and Yugi was strongly disinclined to tell him otherwise.

That night, he wet his bed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something different about that particular situation and the other times he'd wet his bed as a child. His dreams were graced (or plagued, depending on one's perception of this condition) with the essence of his beloved. His mind fabricated the smell and taste of this thick, luscious chocolate and he saw himself embracing a large piece of it, holding it close and telling it everything was okay. The scene shifted and he was suddenly on top of his beloved, like a kid on a fluffy down bed. He lay on his back and made chocolate angels on it before flipping over and burying his face deep in its richness. The icing oozed its way into his nostrils and belly button and it felt so good to have his beloved inside of him. He felt himself sinking into the spongy, sticky, moist softness and he let himself become one with it, taken in a tender gentleness that could only come from the perfect love between a Cupid and a slice of cake.

But before he could fully indulge in this fantasy, the scene shifted again. This time, his beloved was ruthlessly torn away from him and he saw his own hand reach out toward the receding slice of cake in vain. It was held in a cage by two familiar demons, crying in anguish to be rescued. Both demons had a fork in hand, prodding and torturing his beloved until its screams died away in exhaustion. Yugi tried to call to it, tried to tell the horrid demons to stop but no sound came out no matter how hard he tried. Tears of agony stung his eyes as he watched the two drag the cage away, his beloved within it sagged over on its side with half its icing dented miserably.

Yugi woke up drenched in sweat, his heart hammering audibly in his chest. A few seconds passed before he fully oriented himself. He sunk back in his bed, flooded with relief as he realised it had all been a dream. As his mind cleared, he was hit with a dreadful thought. What if those demons ate up his beloved completely? Or worse yet, what if they only ate part of it and threw the rest away like some sort of discarded piece of trash? Yugi had to find out. It couldn't end this way for them, not before he even had the chance to touch his beloved.

Yugi knew Hell wasn't the safest place to be in the darker hours, especially for angels, but he didn't want to wait until morning and find out he was too late. This was love gosh darn it and he, being the giver of love, knew that it was completely irrational, disorganized, unintelligible and devoid of logic in any way. So, with blind resolve, he rolled out of bed, dressed in his usual white tunic belted with a golden chord, grabbed his quiver and snuck out into the night.

- flashback finally ends, again, Yugi apologizes -

Sneaking into the lair of Hell at the time he did had been completely pointless. He'd learned that the lunchroom was kept locked until lunch time so he ended up spending the rest of the night and all of morning in hiding instead of his warm bed. The wait was excruciating and he found himself checking every five seconds to see if anyone came by with the key. As soon as the custodial demon turned his back, Yugi flew (not literally) to the door and wrestled impatiently with the knob that stubbornly separated him and his beloved. He'd shortly made his way to the fridge and caught the sight of his beloved safe inside it when "Yami" stepped in.

This demon was like the others. Leather, leather and more leather.

His beloved, however, was a different story. At this closer range, its magnificence was far greater than any of the images his dreams fed him. Its slick outer coating shone against the light like a Heaven Mercedes straight out of the dealership. A delicate bouquet of chocolate rose buds kissed the uppermost centre of the cake, an exquisite contrast to the hurried lines that marked the rest of its body. The newly exposed, tender centre seemed to shutter in the harshness of the air. The nearly black, pock-marked backdrop radiated its moistness and Yugi knew it would only be a matter of time before this innocence was hardened by the reality of the outer world. Fierce, white cream struck through the heart of the wedge as a thinly-veiled suggestion to venture further into its core. It sought to prove this wasn't all chocolate, that there was more depth to this seemingly shallow piece of pastry. The third member of this inner triad was even more rebellious still. Blood-red cherry jam oozed from its place, refusing to be confined, refusing to be kept in line, refusing, perhaps, to merely be the jam in the cake. It wanted to be independent; it wanted to define itself.

And Yami had an abnormal way of eating.

Yugi's hand clenched the end of his tunic in aroused frustration, knuckles as white as the cloth itself. His mind screamed to turn away but his heart forced him to watch every second of it. The demon sat in a lazy posture, taking full advantage of his thirty minutes of bliss and working through his treat in a teasingly unbearable pace. He'd taken a full seven minutes to lick off the top layer of icing and another three to suck his fingers clean. Yugi thought picking up the utensil would make things better, but it didn't. Yami used the thing like a sex toy, prodding and scrapping at it in feathered strokes before doing his business. And it was elaborate business at that. He took his time rolling the piece around in his tongue as if robbing it of its essence before sending it down to an eternal dark hole. He also liked to pull the fork out gradually, catching every molecule of chocolate clinging onto the metal tongs with his demon lips.

Yugi could feel the heat pounding in his head. The blood in his body had split like the Red Sea, half going to his face and the other half going to more nether regions. He'd crossed his legs to suppress the bodily reaction but it was to no avail. The foreign but immensely pleasurable feeling had him in the palm of its hand and he could not squirm away no matter how hard he tried.

Yami moaned.

At first Yugi thought it was him but he'd never produced such a deep sound in his life. The demon had his eyes closed and was leaning back on the chair further than ever! With one hand still in his mouth and the other gripping on to the leg of the table for dear life, something was going to give.

And then…

Yugi couldn't take it anymore. A groan, loud and forbidden to escape, found its way through. Yami froze, fork in midair and head turned toward the source of the sound. He blinked a few times before setting down his fork, getting up, and walking towards Yugi's hiding place.

"What the…"

He bent down and yanked up the side of the tablecloth.

"…Fuck?"

The demon was nose to nose with him, red eyes angry and confused. But Yugi's attention was elsewhere. Chocolate icing was smeared all over the demon's lips and the corners of his mouth, bringing Yugi's beloved closer to him than ever. The puff of air released from uttering that word was infused with the scent of the treat, invisible molecules hanging between them in a kind of shared experience. It was that word again. That sickening, dirty, nasty… wrong little word that did it (and in this proximity no less!). Oh the irony, oh the poetic justice, oh the paradox, oh the satirical cruelty, oh the -

In a purely mechanical move, Yugi flung himself at Yami and slammed their lips together in a wet, sloppy kiss. The force knocked the startled demon onto his back with an "oomph" and Yugi was on top of him in an instant. With his hardness pressed against Yami's abdomen and one leg on either side of him, Yugi ravished his mouth for every single trace of chocolate hiding in its depths. His hands jammed themselves into Yami's wild hair to secure the demon's head in place as the he licked and sucked away. After all this time, this was how he was going to take his beloved but he didn't care. It felt so good.

Now virginity was considered a blasphemy in Hell and Yami wasn't exactly the most radical demon there. In fact, he was the everyday guy. He tortured the damned with ice picks up the backend (the technical term being Analprodoassing) from nine to five, kept up his demon-tongue by reading regularly, went to the Hell bar with the boys on the weekends, and indulged in some corporal pleasure with a demon or five on a regular basis. Still, getting jumped by a horny angel was a first.

At first, Yami thought one of his buddies/partners had dressed up like an angel and jumped him as a way of playing on the erotic forbidden-ness of it all. But all doubt was extinguished as his hands were forced into the white, fluffy mess of feathers and he, for the first time, felt how soft they really were. An angel was actually on top of him! An actual, fucking angel! Whatever drug this goody-two-shoes took to reduce himself to such a (by Heaven's standards) depraved state, Yami wanted to confiscate it and use it himself.

And he was in awe of how soft everything was. It was like making out with a cloud-marshmallow-kitten. This wasn't half bad. In fact, this could be good. This could be really good, actually.

In his delirium, it was a miracle that Yami caught a glimpse of the arrows. But when he did, it felt as if he'd won the Hell lottery.

It wasn't possible. The frenzied thing above him wasn't just an angel, it was Heaven's Cupid, also known in their realm as The Hypervirgin. Everyone, if not everyone dreamed of the chance to take this sultan of all virgins and if he didn't take the opportunity now, he deserved to be exiled with pinecones up the backend.

So it became something other than a matter of cake.

Tongues, hands, feet, wings, winged-shoes, all their resources were poured in this epic collide between Heaven and Hell. Like any war, things got messy. There was collateral damage, bodily wounds, unfair tactics, pedestrian casualties, reaping and plundering, some sacking, and a lot of noise.

There were, metaphorically, many battles won on Yami's part. But it was like a war lost by one combatant. At the very last second, Yami was on his back and it was over. In his haze, it felt good. But this would be a different story when reality and clarity returned to him.

The potent effects of the burgundy arrow wore off when Yugi was through. But that nice little feeling tickling in the pit of his stomach didn't go away. He regarded the demon with tired eyes, finding that, perhaps, he didn't give the demon enough credit. He didn't look half-bad (for a demon). In fact, he looked pretty good.

The lunch bell rang, startling the tousled mess of arms, legs and partially bent wings on the ground. Yugi sat up, still straddling Yami beneath him. He smiled innocently as he brushed away a bang plastered on his face:

"Well that was certainly quite the unique and pleasant experience. You are quite masterful in your deeds and I applaud you for what you have managed to do. I thank you for the time we have shared and would like to propose another meeting some time in the near future. Would you mind telling me when you shall be engaging in your next break of lunch?"

Yami slapped his sweaty forehead and ran a hand down his face, "Oh fu - "

-End of part 1-

AN: Following chapters: Part 2, in which Yami sneaks into Heaven.