Dark fic... enjoy.

Astral had been by Yuma's side for hours while he wrote in his journal of the days events. Astral was patient. Astral was calm, but Astral was bored. Every time he tried to peek at what Yuma was writing he would cover it with his arm and shoot the spirit a dark glare.

"A journal is private," he said.

"Why?" asked Astral.

Yuma sighed, "It's a place for someone to record their personal thought without fear of being judged," he explained.

"But I am not here to judge you," began Astral.

"Yeah right," snapped Yuma.

"I mean it. Other than your dueling strategy... It's not my place to judge anything you do... I rely on your example. I make observations, I do not judge what I see. I learn from you, Yuma."

Yuma was so irritated his eyebrow was twitching, "Fine, " he gave in, "I'll let you read today's entry, as long as you promise to shut up." He tossed the blue spirit his journal.

He began to read it, "I am not an idiot," he whispered inaudibly and continued reading.

Today I ate outside to avoid the people who glare at me and call me crazy in the lunch room... There everywhere now. Sometimes I think my best friends doubt my sanity... Eating outside turned out to be way worse though. I ran into the gym teacher and he grabbed me, if Tori hadn't come to find me he may have raped me... Astral was oblivious though.

Astral lowered the small leather book, "What is rape?" he asked. Yuma's eyes suddenly became large and he snatched the book back from Astral.

He looked at it for a second, "You floating idiot! That was yesterday's entry! You weren't supposed to read that one!" he snarled.

Again with the idiot remark, Astral swore he was never going to let that go.

"I'm not sure what the problem is, I merely asked a simple question. What is rape?" said Astral.

Astral's innocence was enough to fade Yuma's anger, he sighed again, "It's the worst possible thing one person can do to another person."

"How so?" asked Astral, "Is it painful?"
"Usually, but not always... Sometimes you just feel numb..."

"How is it bad if it doesn't really hurt?"

"Well, it does hurt... just in a different way sometimes..." Yuma thought for a second, "It's put on a whole different sat of standards because it's compared to affection."

"And affection is?"

Yuma bowed his head and threw his hands up in the air in a helpless gesture, "A kiss on the cheek, a hug, holding hands... Stuff like that."

"What's the difference between that and rape?" asked Astral.

"The only real difference is affection is taken willingly, rape isn't..."

Astral only tilted his head to the side like a confused kitten.

"Affection makes you feel good, rape does the opposite." said Yuma desprately.

"How so?" asked Astral, uncrossing his arms.

"I can't explain it."

"There must be some way you can show me."

The moment he had finished the sentence, Yuma grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him down onto his hammock, rolling over on top of the thin spirit.

For the first moment in his life, Astral was about speechless, "Yuma?" he asked, unsure.

The scarlet eyed duelist's expression was unreadable as he grabbed Astral's wrist's and pinned them above his head.

He squirmed weakly, "What are you doing?"

Yuma said nothing, simply leaned down and pressed his lips into his neck. Astral watched his every move with apprehension. He began to apply more pressure with every move of his lips against the tender blue skin, and Yuma's own expression was beginning to darken as well. He looked angry, as if he were letting all of his resentment out with this kiss. Yuma also looked as if he were really beginning to enjoy this, this terrified Astral most of all...

Yuma suddenly bit down on the ugly yellow mark he created, piercing through the skin.

Astral screamed and kicked his legs desperately, twisting his wrists frantically. Yuma merely adjusted his hold.

Yuma pulled away from the abused flesh of Astral's neck and kissed his cheek... Something he had previously mentioned as affectionate.. But it didn't make Astral feel any better.

How could Yuma do this?

One of Yuma's hands slid to Astral's torso and he began exploring it as Yuma's tongue had it's way with Astral's ear. Yuma's fingers carefully traced the markings on his body until he found his nipples. He drew patterns around and over them until the flesh began to rise... Giving him small nubs to play with.

Astral lay there panting, the pain of the open wound in his neck was nearly forgotten as Yuma continued his ministrations... His tongue licking around and dipping into his ear his, hands stroking his chest... But he didn't want this!

"Yuma, stop." he said, trying to keep his voice even.

Yuma covered his lips with his own. Astral watched him, his eyes wide... He almost felt like a stranger looking in as Yuma ran his tongue over his top lip and then pressing it into the crease, demanding entry.

Astral couldn't have complied if he had wanted to, he was still far too shocked.

This seem to irritate Yuma, he growled softly against Astral's lips and pressed hard into his crotch.

Astral gasped and Yuma took the chance to shove his tongue deep into the sweet orifice. It didn't ever occur to Astral to bite down as Yuma's tongue licked and tasted every part of his mouth.. Eventually settling on Astral's own tongue and sucking on it... Astral could taste Yuma now... He tasted like the fruity cereal he always ate for breakfast... Overly sweet but kind of nice... He shouldn't be enjoying this!

He moved his head violently side to side, trying to break the kiss he was slowly losing himself in...

Yuma broke the kiss himself, biting down on Astral's lower lip before moving to his jawline kissing and nibbling him there as his free hand slid from his chest to his thighs. He traced the marking again...

They seemed to provide a perfect path to tease Astral without touching anything really important. Astral was lost in dirty pleasure as Yuma moved his hand away from his wrist and wrapped it around his waist, his other hand slowly separating the thighs he was caressing. Suddenly the blue spirit felt himself be hauled into Yuma's lap, arms locked to his sides, legs straddling Yuma's thighs. He felt something hard and throbbing through Yuma's pants.

Hugs were supposed to be comforting also, weren't they?

Yuma's hand slid to his bottom and began to stroke and separate his butt cheeks, searching for and opening his entrance.

Astral didn't understand what was going on. He didn't understand why this was happening. Or why Yuma was doing this to him. Many of the things he was doing he mentioned as affectionate, perhaps he was just misinterpreting his actions. Astral was still new to earth, maybe this was a good thing.

Then why did even the pleasure make him feel so dirty?

Yuma's fingers found what they were searching for and suddenly he heard a small voice that sounded little like Astral.

"Yuma... stop, please. I'm begging you."

Yuma ignored him and pushed Astral back onto the hammock, releasing him for a second to pull his fly down. Astral's eyes darted down to his length. He didn't understand... Astral's struggling was almost gone now. He felt dirty for liking it, guilty for feeling dirty when he believed Yuma was just trying to show his affection...

All he could do was lay there and wonder what was going on... He felt like he was losing his mind, the whole world was blurry and his senses were dull.

When Yuma licked his fingers he would make an observation and question why. When he pushed them into the small hole between his legs he would inquire and try to think of reasons why.. Only to draw a complete blank. When Yuma slicked up his length with his own spit and whispered to Astral to relax Astral would tremble and wonder why. Yuma grabbed Astral's hands, which had been gripping tightly into the fishnet of Yuma's hammock.

Astral looked down dully as Yuma intertwined their fingers.

Holding hands...

Suddenly, Yuma pushed into him. Astral screamed. It felt to him as if it were out of now where even though every action up to this point had been leading up to it. The pain was horrible, and that was all it was as Yuma rocked his hips into him. He could feel himself being torn apart despite Yuma's attempt to prepare him. Yuma groaned every time he rocked into the spirit, he was so fucking tight and he knew by his reactions and his general innocence that this must be his first time.

Astral screamed and screamed until he voice was barely audible, Yuma decided to give him a little pleasure. He thrusted in at different angles until Astral moaned and arched his back. Internal muscles clamping down onto him. Astral went limp and sobbing as Yuma continued to hit that spot. He realized then that Yuma wouldn't stop and there was nothing he could do to stop him.

The moment his resistance had fully stopped he felt the intrusion leave him. Yuma sat up on Astral's hips and Astral watched him in disarray as he stroked himself to completion.

"That was rape, only most of the time the guy doesn't stop," Yuma explained, releasing all over Astral. Then Yuma just got up, like nothing had happened and went into the bathroom.

When Yuma was out of sight Astral tried to sit up, close his legs- anything, but he simply didn't have the energy. He just stared up at the plain wood ceiling. Nothing made sense..

That was horrible... he thought.

But you liked it.. said the horrible voice in his head.

Astral had asked Yuma a question... And he answered it in the only way he could.

Astral said he wasn't there to make any judgements about what Yuma said or did. Could he truly justify making a single judgement on what Yuma had did?

Explanations in second chapter! Reveiw for it.