This chapter gets a bit... suggestive? There's nothing graphic or detailed, and it's not even mentioned, really. But I thought a warning would be fair. I think this is the shortest thing I've ever written while still being sort of satisfied. Anyways, enjoy!
The audience cheers as another projected monster dissipates into thin air. Two men stand on elevated podiums on opposite sides of the field, one standing tall and grinning, the other gritting his teeth.
"Amazing!" Comes the announcer's voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you're just tuning in at home, Yugi Mutou has just delivered a devastating blow to his opponent, Yami Uhma! He's wiped his signature monster, the Black Magician, out and sent him to the graveyard! This is truly a duel for the ages; for the past two years, these two have never been able to best each other in any game. I am not exaggerating when I say that every match these two have had ends in a draw! Will this be the match that once and for all decides-"
Yami smirks, Yugi glares.
What-?
"I play my face down card!" Yami declares dramatically.
Yugi's life points drop dangerously. He grits his teeth. The crowd roars in approval.
The game is almost over.
..
"Amazing! After almost -was it two? Two more hours of duelling! That has to be some kind of record. And there is still no winner! This match has ended with a draw; both opponents have reached zero life points at the same time! Is this really a surprise? We've been seeing this for the past two years ever since -ever since Mutou has joined the international levels. But truly folks, this was an amazing match, truly keeping us on the edge of our seats with the way these two were able turn the tables on each other so quickly-"
..
"Congratulations."
"The same to you."
Camera flashes go off around them when the two shake hands. They shout questions and compliments.
Yugi grips Yami's hand hard enough to send a message. Yami meets the challenge (there's always a challenge, isn't there?) and puts an equal amount of strength when he squeezes. Their smiles are tight and their eyes are filled with distaste.
Next time.
It's all just a game.
..
"-And are we sure they're not brothers?"
[Audience laughter.]
"No, seriously! They look so similar-"
"Hahahaha, no, no. No relation whatsoever. They did a DNA test and everything."
"It still doesn't make it any less weird! I mean, two guys equally as obsessed and equally as skilled with games that can't lose -"
"And the way they look at each other!"
[Audience and hosts burst into laughter.]
"Oh my God-"
"Tell me I'm wrong!"
[The screen behind the hosts show multiple photos of Yugi Mutou and Yami Uhma staring at each other during matches and panels at gaming conventions.]
"Reporters say the two always look like they're about to slit each other's throats, barely keeping it together for the cameras! They swear they hate each other-"
"Oh honey, please! The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife-"
..
Yugi opens the door to his hotel room only to find Yami waiting for him inside. His arms are crossed and he looks like a cat that's just caught the canary. He glances at his window and finds a broken lock on the floor.
"Oh, fuck me." Yugi breathes.
Yami, the asshole, rises to the challenge. His eyes are dark, there's a dangerous gleam in them.
"Gladly."
It's all just a game.
..
"Do you have to look at me like that when we're putting on a show?"
"Do you?"
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
Yami hums while he plays with one of Yugi's golden bangs. "No, I don't. I hate hiding this."
"We're sworn enemies, my love," Yugi whispers as though it's a secret. "It sells more tickets."
Yami kisses him instead of answering because he knows he's right. Passionate hate and rivalry is more interesting than loving competition. The whole charade was fun, but it will soon grow boring. They both know it. It's only a matter of time. For now though-
The game continues.
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