The Skinwalker

Chapter: 1

The blizzard winds were harsh and unforgiving as any other winter storm, brewed by the Great Spirits. And any unfortunate soul unlucky enough to be caught in the white maelstrom, would be lost.

"C-C-Cold" a little Navajo boy whimpered as he trudged through the knee high snow and high wind gusts. Little Game was his name, or Yugi as he liked to be called, had been sent out by his grandfather to collect fire for their Hogan (they lived in hogans rights?) when the light snow fall turned fierce; and poor Yugi had soon found himself lost and disoriented in the storm.

"I-I g-got t-to get out of th-this weather" the little Indian boy shivered, and pulled his deer skin fur cloak tightly around his small frame.

Little Game was not like the other boys his age, instead of possessing long black hair, and brown eyes, Yugis' hair was spiked with magenta tips and blonde tendriling bangs. His eyes were large and bright, giving them an amethyst color.

Pausing in his tracks Little Game wondered if he should try to make a snow shelter and wait out the storm "Oh how did I get into this" he wondered out loud "Grandpa, can you hear me!" he yelled to the wind.

Just then, as to answer his prayers, a familiar voice rang out "Yugi…I'm here Yugi".

"Grandpa?" Yugi gasped in disbelief "Where are you Grandpa, I can't see you?"

"Keep moving forward, you are almost there" the voice sounded faint yet very close.

Being a trusting sort, the little Indian pressed on towards the familiar voice. Yet no matter how long he walked, Yugi still couldn't see the gray shapes of the camp or his grandfather. By now the weather was starting to affect him. Yugis' vision was starting to blur and all his extremities were numb. The thing he was aware of was the ground beginning to crack underneath his animal skin boots. Yugi gasped in horror as the thin sheet of ice broke, causing him to fall, yet he continued to fall.

"AAHHH!" Yugi screamed as he plummeted from the world of white into a long tunnel that fell straight down. Finally the tunnel ended, sending Little Game tumbling out to land at a pair of tanned feet. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness, a deep rich voice chuckled darkly.

"Well well, look what I've managed to snag".

…time passes…

When Little Game (Yugi remember) woke up he did not know where he was. Yawning cutely, the little Indian rolled his small frame deeper into the soft warm furs "Still tired little one?" the deep voice from earlier whispered in his ear.

Yugi's wide amethyst eyes shot open, that voice! It was right behind him!

The little Navajo craned his neck and gasped in surprise and embarrassment-he was naked!

Yugi yelped and tried to wriggle out of the tangle of fur, but the added weight and long snaking tan arms of the stranger, held him firm to a rock hard chest.

Little Game paused a moment to study the young man so close to him. Yugi stared in terrified awe, he looked exactly like him. Only the boy was tan and possessed great staring red eyes. Even their hair styles were the same. "L-let me go!" the little Indian squeaked in uke dismay.

"I'm afraid I can't do that just yet" the strange look alike said rolling so he was resting on top of Yugi.

Yugi blushed madly "Er, um what are you doing?"

"I'm keeping you warm little one, you are half frozen" Yugi's blushing was out of control making his mysterious look alike to chuckle "don't worry Yugi I'll make you feel like fire" an animalistic growl came forth and Yugi's mind suddenly clicked.

"Get away from me skinwalker!" Little Game shrieked thrashing wildly, this didn't please Yami. The skinwalker squeezed his struggling prey into a bear hug strong enough to rival a boa's. Leaving the little Navajo gasping for air "L-let go please" he begged.

"My name is Yami, my little Yugi, and I am afraid you won't be leaving anytime soon" Yami responded crushing his lips with his own, Yugi squealed and kept his lips tightly shut, Yami growled and bit down hard, enabling him to slip his tongue into Yugi's warm cavern. The little Navajo shuddered at the feeling of a foreign tongue in his mouth; finally the need for air became too great and the kiss was broken.

"You taste wonderful Yugi" Yugi panted raggedly, his lips swollen and red. The sight made Yami grow hard.

Yugi's eyes were locked into Yami's dark red orbs, and he shivered from the smoldering glance the skinwalker was giving him. So the old legends were true, skinwalkers have the ability to read their victims mind. For how else could he have known?

Yami leaned in, and whispered into Yugi's ear "You are mine, little one. And I am going to fuck you into oblivion…over and over, again" he growled grinding his hips, enunciating as he did so.

Yugi began to struggle violently, his body still trapped beneath Yami's. The skinwalker moaned as the friction caused his erection to grow. He ground his hips, harder this time and the smaller boy froze.

"Such lovely skin" Yami purred licking the little Indians collar bone "and it is all mine". His hand began to slip down the smooth expanse of Yugi's chest, and reach below his waist. He tore off the layer of animal skins, causing Yugi to gasp as the cool air assaulted his petite body, and tried to close his legs. Yami began to stroke Yugi's cock till it grew hard. Yugi twisted and turned his legs desperately trying to push off his captors hands, to no avail.

"Yami s-stop! P-please stop! You can't this, you don't even know me!" Yugi cried clearly panicing. Both pleasure and pain were racing neck n' neck through his blood stream. His frightened amethyst eyes roamed Yami's face, begging him, imploring him, to discontinue. The skinwalker paid no heed.

"But I do know you little one" he said pinching playfully at Yugi's pert nipples "I've watched you for many moons. I didn't know how I was to spirit you away from the camp, but it seems the spirits have decided to bless me by having you fall into my arms".

Yami's mouth slowly began to move down Yugi's body. Yugi shivered, and attempted to futilely shrink away from the exploring tongue. But let out the tiniest moan when Yami's skillful muscle swirled about his belly button. Goosebumps rose to his pale skin, a sharp contrast to Yami's sun kissed body.

The skinwalker's fingers caressed Yugi's hardened member, and, as Yugi trembled with the rising pain and pleasure, Yami closed his mouth around it, firmly sucking.

The little Navajo's back arched with the sudden sensation "S-stop, I can't take it!" He moaned gripping his hair.

Yami looked up, his eyes glowing with desire "Yugi…" he said huskily "do you like this?"

Yugi whimpered in reply. Yami laughed softly and lowered his head. Trailing butterfly kisses on the entire length, he let his tongue flick out, smiling when his lovely prey moaned and twisted his body. He teased him, sliding it into his mouth, coating it with saliva. Sucking, licking, and biting gently. Yugi's traitorous body grew more desperate, and it begged to be released. As Yami spun his tongue around the entire length, the little Indian boy's thrashing grew more pronounced. Yami bit down.

With a hoarse cry, Yugi released completely. The skinwalker drank every last drop of his prizes seed, his mouth overflowing with his sticky essence.

Yugi panted trying to regain his breath, his head thrown back. His limbs lay limp and useless at his sides.

The sight of Yugi splayed out before him was too much for Yami to stand any longer. He wanted to take all his little one had to offer; eagerly he flipped Yugi on his stomach "I'm sure you figured out what I desire to take from you Yugi".

And Yugi did indeed understand. He felt Yami press his large erection against his ass. Yugi was shocked into stillness when the shape shifting demon above drove deep and hard into his resistant body, burying himself deep within. For a bare moment the two were silent. Yami, from the wonderfully tight, wet sensation of being inside his little human, and Yugi, breathless from the shock of immense pain.

Yugi was shocked into stillness. The pain was overwhelming him, and a tear trickled down his face. His mouth opened in a wordless scream, his muscles feeling as though they were torn through. Then he felt Yami's hands, still grasping his hips. Anger, embarrassment, and defiance swept through Yugi's body. One of his hands reached up to try and pry Yami's hands away, and ignoring the pain, tried to pull away from the skinwalker.

The sudden movement from Yugi prompted Yami to move. And when he felt Yugi's velvety muscles squirming against his cock, Yami let out a groan of pleasure. He felt Yugi trying to edge away from him, and grimaced.

The shape shifting trickster drew back, and in one, fluid gesture, plunged again, deeply, penetrating the small human completely. Yugi let out another pained scream, and Yami laughed, excitedly. He began to move roughly, drawing back only to thrust, again and again, into that small hole, only concentrating on how goodbeing inside his prey beneath him felt, how pleasurableit was to have Yugi's muscles clamp down on his member, whether the boy was willing or not. He ignored the blood that was slowly beginning to pour down the boy, ignoring the fact that he was too rough, that Yugi was hurting.

The little Navajo had never experienced more pain in his life. He felt the demon roughly pounding into him, his nails digging so deeply into his flesh that crescent-shaped wounds were beginning to appear on his skin. He cried in earnest, tears flowing down his face. "Ya-Yami, I can't take this – this is – oh god, I can't, I can't – ahh, it hurts – " He was repeatedly jostled back and forwards, as Yami's rough rhythm began to render his body weak and defenseless.

Yugi's pitiful cries fell on deaf ears. It wasn't like anyone would be able to hear him underneath the ground in a snow storm anyway. Yami paid no heed to anything else, and concentrated solely on repeatedly thrusting into the little one's body. He felt himself beginning to come, slowly at first, but as it became closer and closer, his rhythm grew frantic and harsh. Yugi screamed each time he brutally entered – his back was arched and his head was thrown back. The tears in his eyes were blurring his vision. They fell freely, splattering against his hands, which were tightly gripped in the soft furs. The knuckles were white with pressure.

Yami continued to ravish his prey's body, pounding harder and harder. The smell of metallic blood, the sweat flying in the air, the sound of Yugi crying with each rhythmic thrust, and the glorious feel of skin and the sensation of the stickiness threatening to burst from himself all mingled together, and drove him over the edge. Yami's mind blanked out, all was white hot, and with the deepest thrust and a loud groan, Yami emptied himself completely into Yugi.

Ygui collapsed on the animal furs, panting heavily. His blood oozed slowly out of his hole, mingled together with sweat and the skinwalker's white, sticky essence. His back felt as if it was torn apart, and his lower end throbbed with an incredibly painful sensation. He looked at himself, lying there with Yami's lithe body draped over his own, the sound of his breathing heavy in his ear. Tears trickled down. He felt as though he'd never be clean again.

The two bodies lay on the bed, drenched in each other's sweat. Yami inhaled the scent of his new aibou deeply. Yugi's occasional pained whimpers, as he shifted his aching body, were like music in his ears. His bejeweled eyes were like glistening sapphires, his trembling lips as red and beautiful as a rose. The tears coursing down his cheeks only made him appear more delicate, more fragile. The little Navajo was like a heady drug, intoxicating him, making him want more. Making him want him for a lifetime, and even the next.

Yugi felt so dead inside and gave no protest, barely making a sound as he was forcibly pressed towards Yami's chest. The skinwalker bent his head, and caught his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Finally," he murmured fervently against his lips. "All mine, only mine. Only mine to look at, mine to touch, mine to love." Yugi stared blurrily ahead, impassive.

"You…you monster…" the little Navajo's voice was barely above a whisper.

If Yami had taken offense to Yugi's broken words, he did not show it; Opting to bury his nose in the hair that was so like his own. Indeed there meeting was a fated one, he'd be damned a thousand times over if his people ever tried to take his aibou away "I put you in pain" he spoke, petting his aibou's back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.

Yugi, not being able to hold back any longer, finally broke down in a fit of weeping sobs "Y-y-you *sniff, hic* m-monster…" he sobbed.

"Shhh, rest love" the less crazed shapeshifter cooed "you are with me, the king of shapeshifters. Shh, just close your eyes my sweet one". Whether it was from the demon's gentle coaxing or sheer exhaustion from his trauma, Yugi's eyes slowly slipped closed in sleep. Yami lay there cradling his precious bundle through the night, listening to the shrieking icy winds outside.

End Chapter

What do ya'll think? I know it is a bit angsty from what I usually write. I am not exactly good at writing angst. Though I promise it will get better. Please review!