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Shark watches the duelist he has just defeated collapse to the ground, overwhelmed by his ferocious attack.
Defeating him has done nothing to quell the rage burning inside him, and Shark Drake thrashes furiously, craving another victim against whom to vent.
It is then that Yuma bursts onto the rooftop.
His eyes fall upon the duelist lying on the ground, then upon the aura of Shark Drake radiating around Shark’s body.
"What happened to you?" he asks, his gaze filled with concern.
Shark cannot stand that look.
He moves to walk past him, offering no reply.
"Wait!" Yuma protests.
"Stay away from me if you don't want to get hurt," Shark tells him coldly.
It is a sincere warning. He feels Shark Drake stirring within him, fueling impulses that grow ever more violent.
But Yuma steps in front of him, arms outstretched to block his path.
"Move," Shark commands.
"No. I'm not moving," Yuma retorts, as stubborn as ever.
Shark feels irritation rising within him.
Why does Yuma always act this way? Why can't he simply leave him alone? He doesn't need his concern.
"This isn't who you are." Yuma speaks those words while looking him straight in the eye, as if he truly believes it.
Something snaps inside Shark. He grabs Yuma and slams him against the wall with force.
"You don't know anything!" he spits. "You have no idea how much rage I carry inside me! And the more I fight, the more I want to destroy everything!"
His hands tremble as he tightens his grip on him.
Yuma knows nothing of what he has been through; he knows nothing of the darkness that fills his heart.
Yet he keeps seeking him out, keeps worrying about him, keeps believing he can save him.
But above all, he persists in looking at him as if he still saw something good in him.
"Then take your anger out on me!" Yuma exclaims, fearless.
Shark’s eyes widen ever so slightly.
"You can yell at me, hit me, I don't care," Yuma continues. "I'm not leaving you alone with all this anger."
Those words make him seethe.
Damn Yuma, who insists on staying.
Who insists on wanting to protect him.
Who never abandons him, even when he should.
His kindness infuriates him.
And yet, when Yuma raises a hand and caresses his face, a shiver runs through his body.
He cannot recall the last time someone touched him with such tenderness.
He stares at him, stunned. In Yuma’s eyes, there is no fear—only a warm, sincere concern.
And then, Yuma kisses him.
That contact—so innocent—leaves him completely off-guard; for a moment, he remains motionless, rigid.
Then, Shark Drake roars, and the rage within him mingles with something else.
Something dangerous.
He tightens his grip on Yuma’s vest and returns the kiss with an almost brutal force.
For some time now, Yuma had been stirring up feelings within him that irritated him, confused him.
The instinctive urge to worry about him whenever he was in danger.
The almost ferocious impulse to protect him.
And above all—a subtle, vexing attraction.
He had always strived to ignore those feelings, to repress them.
But now, Yuma’s kiss brings them to the surface with overwhelming power.
And Shark Drake twists them into something darker—transforming protectiveness into a possessive craving, and that attraction...
Into hunger.
He feels the warmth of Yuma’s lips, the closeness of his body, and desire clouds his mind.
He pushes him to the ground, almost without realizing it.
"S-Shark?"
Yuma’s confused expression, pinned beneath him, only serves to arouse him further.
Shark almost growls as he kisses him again, pressing his body against Yuma’s and swallowing the surprised moan that contact elicits.
He bites Yuma’s lip, forcing his mouth open to kiss him more deeply.
Yuma lets him; and when his hands slide beneath his shirt, he makes no move to stop him.
That total surrender drives Shark wild.
Yuma would let him do whatever he pleased, and Shark Drake screams inside him not to stop, to take everything Yuma is offering.
Yuma sighs his name as Shark slides a leg between his, and Shark feels his control slipping away even more.
He lifts himself up to look at him, his body trembling with dark desire.
Yuma looks so innocent beneath him, and Shark wants nothing more than to claim him, to sully him, to imprint himself upon his skin.
Yuma cups his face in his hands.
"It’s okay," he murmurs, his gaze full of trust.
As if Shark could never possibly hurt him.
He leans in slightly and kisses him tenderly.
"I love you." Yuma speaks the words with disarming sincerity, his cheeks flushed.
Shark’s eyes widen slightly, feeling something waver deep inside him.
Yuma isn’t just offering him his body.
He is entrusting him with his heart—with a devastating vulnerability and trust.
It would be so easy to take advantage of that, to make him his right there.
Shark Drake thrums within him, ravenous for that innocence. And yet, as he looks into Yuma's eyes, he sees himself in that moment.
He sees himself pinning Yuma beneath him.
He sees his hands slid beneath his clothes.
He sees Yuma’s lips, still swollen from his violent kiss.
Shark remains motionless as Yuma kisses him again, feeling his words echo in his mind.
Despite what he has become...
Despite what he is doing to him...
Yuma loves him.
That realization tears through the darkness within him, and horror fills his chest.
Shark shoves him away as if he had been burned.
"Shark...?" Yuma props himself up on his elbows to look at him, confused.
Shark breathes heavily. The rage has returned—so intense that it frightens him.
It is directed at Yuma, for what he was willing to let him do out of love.
But above all, it is directed at himself—for having nearly taken advantage of him... and because a part of him still wants to.
Shark Drake growls furiously, screaming at him to satisfy his desire, but Shark presses a hand against his chest, trying to stifle it.
"Shark? Are you okay?" Yuma asks him, scrambling back to his feet.
He reaches a hand out toward him.
Still worried.
Still kind.
"Don't touch me!" Shark screams, so loudly that it makes him flinch.
If Yuma touches him, he isn't sure he can control himself any longer.
"You... you must never touch me again," he growls.
Yuma is the only thing keeping him from sinking into the darkness.
He cannot hurt him.
He cannot take advantage of his innocent feelings like this.
Yuma looks at him, hurt. "Shark... did I do something wrong?"
As always, Yuma believes it is his fault.
Shark wishes he could hate him for that.
He turns his back on him, offering no reply.
"Is... is it because I said I love you?" Yuma sounds increasingly agitated, as if he fears he has said the wrong thing.
Shark clenches his fists so tightly that it hurts.
He doesn't deserve those words.
He doesn't deserve his love.
"Stay away from me, Yuma," he says before walking away—certain that, if he were to meet his gaze, he would lose control all over again.