The Beat and the Rythmn

Love is a binding thing. Its like chocolate, once you take a bite your addicted to it for life. But for one boy, his addiction became something more than just that..it became something better...

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The club was again, packed with bodies and heart stopping music. Yoh, Trey, and Len had snuk out one more time to try and find the three men that proved them wrong in the art of love. It was no doubt that they would be found, they stood out like a sore thumb, but it didn\'t seem to matter anymore.

Yoh shifted nervously on his feet, swaying his eyes across the club dance floor and then to his friends leisurly chatting with two girls that had a bit too much to drink.

\'Thirsty?\'

Yoh leapt off the floor, giving a small yelp of surprise. Holding a hand over his heart, the shaman sent a dark glare in the direction of the vanilla smooth voice that spoke, his stomach flipping.

It was the hazel eyed man from before, standing there looking slightly surprised and amused with a plastic cup in his hand. The beat was churning into one solid sound as the handsome man approached Yoh. His free hand slipped around Yoh\'s waist, the other handed him the plastic cup.

\'I thought you\'d never show up again.\'

Yoh shivered as the husked voice slid past his ear. The dancefloor and music was again, lost in a vortex of lust and tormented heat. It wasn\'t long before they were back on the dancefloor, grinding and pulsing to the never ending beat of the bone crushing music. The drink had been gone long before but it always came in re-fills, Yoh now danced with the shadow of himself, lips playing tag and hands wandering to meet with gasps and groans.

\'Tell me.\' The vanilla voice whispered into Yoh\'s ear. \'How do you like your chocolate?\'

Yoh blinked to fast before he was pulled upwards into a grind, pressed flat against the wall. Honey lips tantalized creamy flesh from under sticky fabric, wanting more than was was presented.


Yoh\'s breath caught, a mute moan escaping. He closed his eyes, expecting this to be a dream, but reality came in monstrous sweeps of escasty that no human could deny. He could feel the pop of his pant button being undone, the one gentle sweep of a hand that made him cry into his shadow\'s lips.


\'Sh-Shit..\'

The music beat picked up. Yoh felt like was going to die drowning in the eyes of his shadow that hovered close. Hands pulled him to a body, sudden pain exploding through his body. A scream torn from his throat was silenced with gentle re-assuring kisses. In seconds, the pain became white hot flashes of aluminum steel and probe lights, techno disco fed with undiscovered rock hard rythmn. With each percise thrust Yoh gave in a little more until the final mind blowing enthusiasmn flashed stars before his eyes.


Yet, the rythmn never slowed, never lost its curbed edge that sucked dancers in. Yoh quivered, safe in the arms of his shadow he dropped into a warm pocket of sleep that made even the loudest music seem faint..

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Sunlight peeked over the edge of the flared open window, casting its light onto the the sleeper sprawled under heavy covers. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing his eyes to overcome the urge to sleep. His head pounded with a techno headache and swirled with intimate images of the night before.


Yoh\'s eyes drifted around the neat room, sliding over his guardian ghost barely visible in his watchful corner and fell to the window where a bouquet of roses sat kissed by the sun. Throwing off his covers, Yoh went to the window, hesitantly picking up the bouquet and looked around. His eyes then caught a small card on the floor and picking that up as well, smiled.

Keep the flowers, Your beauty is divine.

Somehow, sex didn\'t seem so bad.Yoh couldn\'t wait until next friday, where he just might bump into his shadow again. He ate the chocolate with the Rythmn still grinding in his mind, the image of his darker self slipping into the shadow of the day because somwhere in the shadows, he was waiting.