HF62: Okay so I got a request to do a Dark! Yuma x Astral lemon so here it goes.

Kira: Nothing has changed, HF62 still doesn't own YuGiOh or it's characters.

Kikyo: This is Yaoi, boy x boy. If you don't like then don't read, please.

Kira: Everyone else please enjoy this fic.

Chapter I - Infection.

Yuma sighed as he stared out of the window of his school. The class was maths, something that Yuma got bored with and even the mere sight of equations made the teen yawn and his eyelids heavy. There was nothing to really look at outside, as there was no one outside. The sky was covered in grey blanket of clouds that promised rain.

Yuma released another sigh. He couldn't even talk to Astral as Akrai had given him the option of leaving the key either at home or in his shoe locker, an order that Yuma wouldn't normally obey but with this one Akari had asked Kotori to keep an eye on him and make sure that he had either left Astral at home. leaving him alone, or left him in the cramped space that was his shoe locker. Yuma felt that it would have been too cruel to just stick the key in his locker, even Yuma had to admit that his shoes could knock someone out, even on a good day...its a man thing, Yuma would tell himself.

Another couple of hours passed and finally the bell, to let everyone know that it was time to go home, sounded and Yuma jumped out of his seat, suddenly finding renewed energy. Yuma bolted out of the classroom before Kotori could talk to him and try to walk home with him, in order to keep an eye on him and monitor his every move for Akari. Surely it wouldn't be the end of the world for Yuma to walk home by himself every once and again.

Oh how he wished that he had listened to his sister and just waited for Kotori that day.

As the multi-colour haired teen walked home he decided to take a little detour as he saw something that he thought that Atral would appreciate...okay so, yes he would admit that he had began to feel more than just friendship for the blue alien, and yes it frustrated him that he couldn't just reach out and touch the pale being...but what he supposed to do? Tell Astral that how he felt? Nope, out of the question. No, Yuma liked just being friends with the astral being, if that was the only thing that was ever going on between them...But there was something deep within his heart that wanted to make Astral moan out his name. To wipe the normally composed look off of Astral's face and see it replaced by fear. want, lust and need...God what was happening to him, he was beginning to sound like Blackmist.

Just as Yuma turned a corner into a strangely empty street, everything spun and then faded into darkness. When he came to he was meet with the familiar sight of his bedroom, but it was darker. He groaned and propped himself up. "What the hell?" Yuma glanced round, trying to see if he could see the key, if he could see Astral. The door quickly opened and closed causing Yuma to quickly turn round and look over to the door only to see a dark figure. "Who's there?"

"Oh, Yuma. I'm hurt that you don't remember me. I thought for sure that you would recognise the silhouette of the astral being that you love."

Yuma felt rage build up; he knew that this wasn't Astral and that this was probably some sick twisted game created by Blackmist. "Blackmist! Let me go!" There was no answer, just a sickening dark, low chuckle and then Yuma gasped for air as he felt something strike his stomach.

"Oh, no , dear Yuma. You want something. I want something and I think you'll find that our interests are directed at the same person. You want to touch Astral, to let him know about your feelings on a physical level. As for what I want. to put it simply: I want some of that. But let's face the facts, if I come within a ten mile radius of Astral he would seal me back up, but if its you he wouldn't even put up a fight..." Blackmist lifted Yuma's head up, looking into his ruby eyes and liking his cheek, resulting in Yuma scrunching up his face and trying to wipe the saliva off. The number laughed at Yuma's reaction. "So, I propose that you let me in already and then you can touch your sweet, little, Astral all you want."

Yuma glared up at Blackmist as he spat on him. "Forget it. I'm willing to wait until Astral and I collect the rest of the number cards."

"Ah but what do you think will happen once you've collected them all, hm?" Blackmist teased, wiping off the spit.

"I'm not sure, but I'm not going to let you in, you asshole." Yuma retorted.

At first Blackmist's face was contorted with anger but he quickly calmed himself down and allowed a smirk play on his lips. It gave Yuma the chills as the teen knew that it was never a good thing whenever he saw number 96 with that smirk, it never ended well for Astral and him. "Well it seems as though at an impasse...though it's a shame that I don't listen to what your mouth says as much as I listen to that voice that tells you to mess Astral up. Whatever he says goes, so you have no choice in the matter, Yuma."

The teen's world was once more plummeted into darkness and then he was awake, standing in the street, that was now bustling with people. "Ooooooookaaaay. That was weird...what happened? Hm...well better get home before Akari chews me out." As Yuma started to walk home his arm glowed with the number 96, though Yuma was unaware of the trouble that this would bring.

HF62: Okay so I decided to make this into a story rather than a one shot.

Kira:We hope that you like this first chapter.

Kikyo: Things may seem a bit all over the place, but things should click together.

HF62: RnR :3