Title: 2 dice, 2 fours, 1 sleeping bag
Pairings:
Yami/Seto (Prideshipping), Yuugi/Ryuji (Offershipping)
Rating: M for Male Pairings, Sexual Reference, and Future Content (I'll put a warning with each chapter).
Summary: Yami wants Seto, but Seto's too much of a tight ass to admit he feels the same. Yugi and Ryuji invite them on a trip where they're forced to share a sleeping bag. Please R&R
Thank You Chibi Chib for being my muse. Thank Rah for the day you waltzed into my comment box, and made me blush. You've been wonderful! Buka2000 may it be known that you were also in my mind while writing this. There is no pregnancy, but there is Prideshipping and Marshmellows!
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The alarm had gone off, telling Yuugi it was 5 am. He got up, and pushed the sleep button before heading into the bathroom to shower. Giving his lover another 8 minutes wasn't uncommon. As of today, he'd been happily married for 4 years to his dashing green-eyed dice master, Ryuji. They were planning to start their annual camping trip at the end of the day, after work. With those thoughts in mind, he giggled, and stepped into the shower. Warm water caressed his back, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Ryuji, noticing Yuugi lost in thought, most certainly about today, took the moment to slide his arms around his waist. "Morning love."
Yuugi only 4 inches shorter than his lover, stretched his arms, and wrapped them around his neck. His back was flush against the others stomach. He tipped his head back and smiled as Amethyst met Emerald. "Morning, love."
Ryuji nuzzled his face into Yuugi's hair, his lips inches from his ear. "Yesterday, I told Yami and Seto we refused to come in today. I made it a point for them to know that today we were going to fuck like rabbits till this evening when we leave." His voice turned from playful, to lustful.
In his most seductive voice, suppressing his laugher, Yuugi whispered. "We better get to work then if we want to out fuck the rabbits." No longer able to contain himself he laugh, causing friction between them. His hands moved from around the neck, to tangle in Ryuji's hair. Bringing their lips inches apart, he traced his tongue over the upper lip.
Ryuji caught Yuugi's tongue between his lips, drawing it into his mouth. Sucking slowly, he was willing his other into a passionate kiss.
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Yami dressed in black slacks, and a tucked in white button up shirt entered Seto's office. Setting some papers, having to do with the next tournament, on his desk. "Ryuji, and Yuugi's part is in there as well." He grinned as he traced the lines of the desk. "Now you'll have no excuses not to go with us this weekend."
Seto in his typical white suite rubbed his temple. "Why do you persist Yami?" He started drumming his fingers on the desk. "I've told you once, told you twice, told you a million times that I will not ever want you in that way." It was a lie. He really did want Yami, but he couldn't go on a 3000-year-old 'fairytale'. A tale by the way, when told by Yami, could rival even the hottest romance novel.
Yami sat on the edge of the desk. He didn't frown; he remained strait faced as a soft sigh escaped his lips. The hand that was tracing the lines of the desk, trailed over to Seto's drumming fingers. He rested his own hand on top, stopping the drumming. "If you'll want me not for our passion of yester years, then let me give you passions on the new page called today."
Seto jerked his hand from Yami. "That's your lamest line yet." His eyes narrowed. "I'll add it to the current novel your writing, 3000 Lame Lines the Pharaoh Gave the Priest." He rolled his eyes. Keeping his guard up, he wasn't going to give in easily. This was a game, a game that had started when Yami had decided to stay. Seto was 18 then, 24 now, 6 years, and the novel titled 3000 Ways To Avoid a Pharaohs Love was getting pretty thick, and full of anticipation.
"I suppose when you've finished 3000 Lame Lines the Pharaoh Gave the Priest you'll shelve it next to 3000 Words of Passion from Pharaoh to His Priest. Which by the way, no mater how much you deny it, you read it a lot." Yami gave a long blink; a tear raced to the floor. When his eyes opened again, they were red from holding back further tears. He wasn't about to let Seto see him cry like a baby, or know that he was ready to give into defeat. "My soul, mind, heart, body… Everything of me is yours. I'd rather die alone than to give myself to another." He got up, and left the room.
"Don't be late. I don't want to be left alone with those horn balls!" Seto called out. He sighed; he knew he'd really hurt Yami this time more so than other times.
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They arrived at the came site around 8 pm. It was a good 2 hours hike back to the car, and another 2 hours to civilization. Ryuji and Yuugi took this trip once a year leaving 'modern' things behind. It was about them, and no one else. This time; however, they invited Yami and Seto.
Yuugi looked sternly at Yami and Seto. Seto looked livid, Yami looked as if scheming. "I told you two, we only had one extra tent and sleeping bag. If you two didn't want to share you needed to bring another." He crossed his arms at his chest. "You do remember me telling you don't you?"
Before giving either Seto or Yami a chance to reply Ryuji took Yuugi's hand. "Lets get our tent up, and we can put your anger to better use."
Seto blinked. "And I thought your lines were lame." He sighed, and picked up the tent instructions. "I'll share the tent, but I get the sleeping bag."
Yami didn't retort about lines being lame. That would issue more heartache on his part. He started unfolding the tent. "Oh, yah… Says who?" He hissed.
"Me, that's who." Seto's eyes narrowed as he assembled the poles for the tent.
"You like games, I like games." Yami smirked. "We roll two dice. Who's ever number is higher gets the sleeping bag. If we get the same number then we share it."
Sharing was a chance Seto would have to take, other wise he knew they would be going rounds about it for hours. "What ever, but where you going to get the dice." Seto was driving stakes.
"Ryuji always has a pair." Yami stretched, the heat of the day was wearing away, and so was his energy. A day at the office, while a sit down job, was still exhausting. Not to mention boring.
Seto paused briefly from constructing the tent to gaze at Yami's lethal form. Damn did he have to wear those tight jeans, hugging curves, out line a perfect ass. He took a heavy breath, and when Yami caught him looking he snorted. "But first help me set up the fucking tent, or you'll be sleeping out side of it for making me do all the work!" He growled.
"Tent yes tent!" Yami gave a goofy grin, and helped Seto drive the stakes.
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Both Yuugi and Ryuji were covered in dirt and sweet. Their tent finally standing complete, they stood back, leaning against the other, to admire their work.
"Are they having any luck yet over there?" Yuugi smiled, stretching from exertion. Last he knew those two were complaining because they had to share.
Ryuji lost in Yuugi's stretch, was far from paying attention to his lovers words. He was jarred from the devilish thoughts as Yami tapped him on the shoulder. "Got a pair of dice?"
Seto was standing next to Yami. Ryuji grumbled, and took a pair out of his pocket. "Here." He dropped them into Yami's hand. "What game you playing?"
"It's over the sleeping bag." Yami smirked, and handed one to Seto.
"You two are still going on about the damn sleeping arrangements?" Yuugi gave a heavy sigh, and rolled his eyes.
"We won't be after rolling these dice." Seto's face remained even. "I never loose."
"You forget Seto it is I who is the King of Games." Yami smirked.
Yuugi cleared his throat, and looked to Ryuji. "Since they get to act like three year olds. I want to act like one too." He gave a playful pout licking his lips slowly. "Lets play pretend."
Ryuji was about to knock himself out, till he caught on. "Rabbits?" When he saw the twinkle in Yuugi's eye, he lifted him up bridal style and carried him off towards the lake.
Seto managed to keep his jaw from dropping as he shook his head. He huffed. "Didn't they get enough of each other this afternoon?"
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((The books Seto and Yami reference to one another are not really books being written. They are just snipes towards the other. 3000, by the way, is a play on Yami's age.))
