I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
"Are the terms sufficient?" Pegasus asked, leaning forward over the desk. Closer than was necessary. He was so close Kaiba could smell his cologne, faint, not at all overpowering, and ambiguous... Kaiba couldn't place a finger on the scent, but it was pleasant.
The paperwork between them represented the licensing agreements for a new series of Duel Monsters-related attractions at Kaiba Land.
He couldn't deny that the man who sat before him was attractive. He comprehended the way each individual strand of his hair seemed to reflect light due to its unusual color; the way it contrasted with his olive complexion. Pegasus smiled knowingly at the younger man, copper-colored eye flickering between both of Kaiba's.
"Yes. We'll proceed with development, starting tomorrow morning." said Kaiba, taking everything he had to keep his voice even, his expression cold, the sudden desire he felt in check; locked away.
Pegasus broke eye contact for a moment and looked down at the documents sitting between them, sorting through as if looking for something. Kaiba looked down, too. Staring absently. Frowning. It was quiet, then.
The light filtering in through the partially-drawn windows cast shadows across his visitor's face. It was strangely darker in the room that it seemingly should've been; apparently clouds had rolled in over Domino, suddenly. Without Kaiba noticing, until now.
"A very productive meeting, Kaiba."
For once, thought Seto. For once, the Duel Monsters creator had managed to sit through an entire meeting without attempting to derail the conversation. Almost out-of-character for him, he thought. He watched Pegasus sort through the papers on the desk.
"I'll just need you to sign... here." Pegasus had found the document he was looking for and handed it to Kaiba, who read it, signed and handed it back; the whole time looking suspiciously at the other.
Kaiba realized out of nowhere that he'd always been put off by the fact that Pegasus was missing an eye, unfair as that was. He tried to ignore the thought, but then he was having a hard time ignoring any of his thoughts right now, try as he might.
There just was something about him. Something Kaiba hated and at the same time, couldn't look away from.
The older man caressed Kaiba's wrist; his long, slender fingers tracing a pattern on his skin; not used to the touch of another. Kaiba nearly shuddered in reaction; he had to, he had to. I need this.
If he's going to offer me what I want, thought Kaiba, I'm going to take it. And make him regret it.
Kaiba was almost angry, for an instant. An instant alone.
He reached across the desk and grabbed Pegasus by a handful of his hair, kissing him deeply, forcefully. What little resistance was borne of surprise left the other man instantly, and he gave in, kissing Kaiba back.
They separated for a moment and Kaiba regarded Pegasus darkly.
Pegasus smiled slyly and said, in a voice as sweet and irresistible as honey, "You don't even know what you want yet, Kaiba-boy. But you will. I'll show you."
Did he just-
Pegasus stood up suddenly and walked around to Kaiba's side of the desk. Kaiba stood up too, quickly, almost defensively, raising a hand to counter the one placed on his shoulder.
"Just relax, Kaiba-boy," the slightly taller man crooned softly into his ear. Kaiba could feel the warmth of his breath as Pegasus' hands traced the outline of his body, reaching to feel for the buttons on his suit jacket... Kaiba breathed shakily, heart pounding in his chest, unable to stop himself or even slow down.