I am happy for the reviews I received, even if I didn't get... a gajillion. But I got about 40 reviews in 5 years. I'd say that getting a few in the last few weeks is awesome. How are people still following me?

Note: I have gotten sucked into the Attack on Titan fandom. I'm trying to type all of these stories (from Danny Phantom, Rise of the Guardians, The Avengers, Minecraft, and others) and rewrite the ones I started in middle school (primarily Yugioh and Danny Phantom). It will take a while and I thank you so, so much for your patience.

If anyone wants the Cross Soul Series, I have them all on a PDF file as one "book". Send me a PM if you wish.

This chapter is graphic, more so than the first. Be cautious, know your limits.

Yuugi's room was filled with excited noises from the teenager and the sound effects of the RPG game that Jonouchi had lent him. The controller was kept in a firm grip with both hands and his eyes were keeping all of their focus on his screen. The Sennen Puzzle, that was usually hanging from his neck, shone in the light as it sat on his desk. He thought of his friend, who had declined the invitation to his house to play.

"Jonouchi-kun... I wonder what happened..."

He felt the presence of his other self and he decided to ask a question that had been bothering him.

"He wanted to play this game as much as I did, but... Isn't it weird, other me?"

The spirit stayed silent, watching his partner play the video game with relative ease. He approached silently, Yuugi enthralled by the screen and by the character he had spotted off to the side.

"Oh, this shadow here..." Yuugi maneuvered his character to the dark spot on the screen. "Yeah, this character was hidden there!"

My other self...

The Other Yuugi did not speak as he wrapped his arms around Yuugi's body. He spoke not as he brought his head to be next to Yuugi's, over the teen's shoulder. He laid a hand on Yuugi's arm and the other onto Yuugi's chest, trying to feel he fabric and skin underneath what were supposed to be his hands - he felt nothing but the strangest sensation that sent shivers of lightning through him, as well as heat. How would the flesh actually taste in the real world, the one outside of the Puzzle? Would tears run down alabaster cheeks like in the figment of a world?

How does real love feel?

"Wh... What is it, Other Me?"

The Other Yuugi clenched his jaw for a moment before relaxing. That innocent tone, wasn't it his? If he were less confident, less cocky, surely he and his partner sounded the same. Their voices would accumulate and vibrate the walls in a ferocity of passion that not one person had experienced, for surely he, the Spirit of the Puzzle, loved Yuugi more than anyone else did, than anyone else ever could.

So why couldn't Yuugi feel his emotions like he did in the Puzzle?

"You... haven't noticed my ill intentions."

Yuugi tried to turn him, but the strange sensation that he knew was that of his other self's embrace kept him in place.

"What? Ill intentions?"

"In the real world, even if I hold you like this, you can't even sense it." The smooth skin, that was a memory of when he would take Yuugi's body for his own, just to defend the one he had once considered a being to only worship and protect. It was a memory that his scant amount were trying to institute as a definite reality, though he had never felt it without a medium.

"What are you saying, Other Me? I can sense you. That's the reason we can talk like this."

"Unlike Jonouchi-kun," the Spirit said, sending Yuugi into a slight shock at the mention of his friend. "I can't touch you in the real world."

"Other Me."

Yuugi turned to his left and was caught off guard by a kiss to his right cheek. The strange electricity that was generating between them made his face grow warm. It was a passionate feeling, that he had felt while in the Puzzle before. Yuugi turned his head to the side where his other self was and let ghostly lips cover his. He understood then what his other self had meant, tasting electricity and smoke on his tongue.

Even though I'm touching you, we can't feel the kiss.

The other Yuugi moved behind Yuugi again and embraced him from behind for a moment before resting a hand on his shoulder, the other on his lower belly as though in innocent intimacy.

"When Jonouchi-kun touches you, how does it make you feel?

Yuugi's face was burning at the thought, trying to understand the other's joke.

"What are you saying, Other Me?"

The hand on his belly trailed down between Yuugi's spread legs and the sensation felt so strange and surprisingly arousing that Yuugi froze. The words, however, that were whispered into his ear, bothered him greatly.

"Can you feel it here as well?"

It wasn't the voice of the kind spirit he was in love with.

It was the Other Yuugi that he hadn't known existed in the first months after solving the Puzzle.

He didn't know this Yuugi.

"No!" Yuugi pulled away and managed to stand, turning to keep his eye on his other self and hitting his back against the edge of his desk. "Stop it, not there!" The Puzzle lay close to his fingers and he grasped at the cord, feeling a bit safer as the Puzzle seemed to hum in threat of danger to its Master.

"Jeez... Why are you messing around at a time like this? You're being weird," he told his other self. He hoped that it was his imagination, that his other self was just joking or felt "ill" as he sometimes did when something bothered him.

"Messing around? Me?" The tone was cold, calculating. The Spirit's eyes were almost glittering in the light. "I've never messed around with you, not even once."

That calculating voice softened somewhat and Yuugi could hear pain there, threatening to rip itself from his partner's throat.

I want to be able to...

Yuugi heard that thought, one that his other self truly wanted him to hear.

"At any time," the Other Yuugi continued, his voice softer than before.

Touch you in the real world.

If that wish was so innocent, why did Yuugi feel so frightened? Oh, so frightened.

The Other Yuugi lifted his face and there were small tears welling up there, on the inner corners of his eyes.

"Ha, ha... You know, I can't touch you directly," the Other Yuugi said, approaching as slowly as he did before. Yuugi was frozen, frightened. There was a passion hidden under the words, but it was one that a lion possessed for eating an antelope - it would not stop, would not be merciful. In that moment, Yuugi felt like a slave to a powerful king, a king he loved so much. Why was he so frightened?

"But I can do this much." In the short blink that Yuugi had allowed himself - staring at his other self had irritated his eyes - he felt the electricity of sensing the spirit on his back and it seemed to merge with him along his hands. He dropped the Puzzle, no longer feeling its protective energy.

My hands are..! Yuugi felt his hands, no longer feeling like his own, travel over his skin, trying to feel every available spot, to brand it. No, my hands are moving... on their own accord!

"Right now," he heard the Other Yuugi say, "your own are both yours and my own. Doing this, I'm able to touch you directly."

"No!" Yuugi felt acid rise in his throat as he resisted the urge to vomit, one of his hands coming down and passing under the hem of his underwear. He could only see the Other Yuugi's hands. It was as if he could not see his own at all; they were tied with rope behind his back, forced to do something he had not wanted them to do. He remembered the gentle touches his other self had given him before, loving, gentle touches. It was like worship and this did not feel like that at all. This wasn't the person he loved - it was a stranger that he did not want to touch! "That's... not..."

Yuugi...

He could hear his other self, his lover, as this stranger pushed him towards the bed and massaged those tender, sensitive spots that his lover had discovered for him. Where was the one who said that he would protect him? Where was his other self?

I want to feel it.

He was being pushed downward and the softness of the sheets was nothing comforting compared to the branding hands of this stranger that wanted to devour him.

I want to touch you directly. The voice of his other self was soft, was pained. The same way that Jonouchi-kun can touch you.

A hand came to support him, help him push himself onto his knees with his ass in the air. His body was reacting to the touches and he didn't want to react this way for anyone but his love, his partner, his other self.

Yuugi could hear him still.

Partner.

"No..." Yuugi protested as his shorts were pushed down to his knees, his sleeveless shirt pushed up to his shoulders and crackles of electricity were burning his back like harsh bug bites. He was being turned, helpless, and still he heard his lover.

Partner.

His shorts were hanging off of his ankle and his hands were pumping harshly at his cock. Yuugi tried desperately to think of his other self, the kind self, and it worked, pre-spend dribbling down the sides and making the movements easier, more fluid. Fingers played with his sac and his whole body was racked with shivers. He could feel those kind eyes on him, looking at him as though he were an angel. He ignored the cruel eyes and pumped harder, sweat covering his hands and making the motions of his hands so smooth.

Yugi... he heard and he cried out his other self's name, the one that he had made.

It was a cry to someone far away, to someone he couldn't see anymore. If his lover was dead, Yuugi didn't know. He just knew that this person was not him, and he did not want to like this.

But Yuugi still heard that sweet voice and his tears began to flow more freely as those hands, those burning and sweetly familiar hands, came to him again.

The Other Yuugi watched the tears start flowing and he regretted having caused them. The pain and fear from his partner was overwhelming, but so was the passion and energy that their bodies were creating from their proximity.

You are so precious to me that even trying to put it into words seems like a crime. He remembered Yuugi that night, when he returned after having his memories erased. He remembered the promise that he had made, to not erase them ever again, and his heart, long dead, burned in rage. But when you told me you felt the same.

He pushed Yuugi's hands down again, stroking the skin that was, indeed, as smooth as he remembered, and flawless was still the word he would use to describe it.

I thought that would be enough. For me, I thought it would be more than enough. The Other Yuugi had begun with nothing but darkness and emptiness. It haunted him in his sleep and the light that Yuugi cast upon him made those memories disappear while he was awake.

He had begun with nothing and surely love would have been enough.

He was making Yuugi hear all of this so that he would understand. He was lonely and a dead spirit.

Yuugi was crying out as he mused to himself, and it was as though his young mind, only sixteen, did not understand why he was truly doing this.

I want to touch you.

He heard those passionate moans, almost screams, and he wondered what was the feeling driving them.

All of you.

He saw Yuugi's tears flow faster and he felt a burst of love from Yuugi's heart. It came with the greatest pain, however, and it was as though Yuugi's heart didn't recognise him anymore. He released his hold over Yuugi, watching him fall and his arms land on the bed. Yuugi looked drained and he was looking at something far away.

The Other Yuugi bent down over his young, sweet love and he admired the panting that seemed desperate for air, the hips that fit in his grasp as if made for his fingers, and he admired the sweet backside that held the sweetest heat and tightness that he could ever remember cumming inside of; any knowledge he had of lovemaking, anything he had learnt, was all for meeting Yuugi and loving him.

All of this, he could finally touch.

And he wanted more.

I wonder if my heart is warped.

Yuugi turned away as he felt a kiss to the free space between the collar of his shirt and his collar. His body was burning and his hands were taken away again. He couldn't deny the familiarity now, that these hands were not only his, but those of his lover as well. He felt dirty and the sweat was clinging to him like a bad dream.

"J... ust. Ple-Please... Stop." Yuugi was breathless and sick. Why was it feeling so good if he felt so ill? "Oth... Me." He felt the energy of contact between his legs and he remembered when his love had done the same nights ago. His body remembered the night as soon as he thought of it and his cock pulsed stronger than before.

The Other Yuugi felt that memory come across their mental link and he shivered. He remembered the heat, the tightness-

"Yuugi."

He pushed Yuugi down with him, supporting the teenager with his chest and positioning him between his legs.

"Show me what it's like when you come with this real-world body." The Other Yuugi kept Yuugi's leg off to the side, exposing the tight entrance that he knew lay further below. He used his other hand to trace the entrance, his middle finger touching it with a fairy touch. Yuugi's body jolted. "Let me feel it too."

"No..." Yuugi tried to curl forward, trying to cover himself.

"You're weak to being touched here," the Other Yuugi marveled.

"It's the same in this world, right?" Oh, it was the same as when they were in the Puzzle. Oh, it was the same and not just an illusion that the Puzzle was showing him as a torture. Yuugi was really beneath his hands and those tight muscles were gradually relaxing under his fingertips.

"Stop, Other Me!" The Other Yuugi could not comprehend anything further. All was touching and taking and oh, one of his fingertips went in. Yuugi arched away from him, but surely it was just from the pleasure of being penetrated, this virgin body of his that he never touched here - the Spirit would have known. The body was a strange thing and the Other Yuugi knew that this was not a forgivable act, no matter how hard he tried to imagine that, yes it was. Yuugi was shaking, trembling, and the Other Yuugi couldn't just say that it was from pleasure, the delusion no longer strong enough. He had know it was wrong from the beginning. And he could not stop.

Yuugi was screaming again, but the pleasure and pain and fear and Oh God, please stop, was so intermixed that it sent shivers through the Other Yuugi that he wanted to make the negative feelings go away. He pressed two fingers in deeply, relieved when they slipped easily into the tightness, and he aimed for the spot that he knew would make Yuugi forget everything for the rest of the time they had now.

Although desiring every part of you... isn't something you can forgive me for...

Yuugi moaned this time, so loudly, as the orgasm swept through him and his seed spread itself onto his belly and onto the sheets.

The Other Yuugi memorized the image, the shaking form that was his love. His lips were spread into panting and he wished he could kiss those lips swollen. He wanted to kiss the tears away.

The one I've backed into a wall...

He gave Yuugi a kiss on his cheek, wet and pink.

Is unmistakably myself.

Apparently my work is banned in Germany. I see why.