NOTES
1. As this is a semi AU, the story will not 100% follow the original manga or anime, however it will still hold hold vague references.
2. This story is a semi drabble. I wrote this for pure entertainment purposes so do not expect clear structure or a solid plot. Each chapter is from the same universe, however the manner of its delivery would most likely be non-linear (not abiding to a straight timeline or flow). This story will also involve the play of different perspectives and pov, so do not expect a clear guidelines of what is going on.
3. A reminder, the author is not a native English speaker. However, I am open to inputs and critics to my mistakes. Still, be mindful that errors and strange uses of words might happen, a lot.
4. Enjoy!
KAIBA'S ORDER
When Seto asked Yami out, he actually kissed the latter before shooting the question – in fact, it was more of an order than an endearing request. "Let's date," he uttered simply and hovered just a breath away from Yami's lips. Their eyes connected, in which Yami seek behind Kaiba's stare for explanations and Kaiba tries to remember every details of those intelligent orbs.
"Date?" Yami responded finally with croaked voice as though only just finding his voice after being pecked out of the blue. They were sitting at the school's rooftop; a habbit they shared out of coincidence. It was a coincidence at first, at least – back when Kaiba thought the place he used to steal a smoke at school was his alone and when Yami thought he's the only one who'd go to the rooftop to be alone.
After a while, it became weird to be at the rooftop without the other and thus the last 15 minutes of lunch break became their secret rendezvous. Not surprisingly, they enjoyed each other's company without the Yuugi-tachi around. Both enjoys the challenge and the companionship the other provides.
Two months into the start of their constant meet up - Kaiba decided he wants Yami for himself– and he knew Yami should want him in return. He could see the gravitation in Yami's eyes; the attraction that didn't fail to present itself everytime Kaiba was around.
Kaiba grasped the other's chin and kissed Yami for the second time. There was no resistance given, which made Kaiba's heart soar with gloatful pride, before the inevitable collision.
This was meant to be, Kaiba thought; it took him a while to recognize his own feeling toward the shorter male, but deep down Kaiba had always known. He gave the other guy a more heated kiss this time; all the while keeping it slow and sensuous. Yami let him; because surely he'd know not to deny what was sure to come.
Yami let out a soft noise before Kaiba let him go with a smacking sound. When Kaiba laid his eyes on the other, Yami was slightly leaning toward him as they sat shoulder to shoulder, eyes half-lidded as though the kiss hypnotizes him.
"You're my lover now," Kaiba announced softly as he smirked down to Yami; keeping their faces close still and his fingers under Yami's chin. There was a slight rebellion under Yami's gaze from having Kaiba deciding for him. While Kaiba adores the many moments Yami challenged him with that look, he was sorry to say that look has no place here and now. They both knew this was coming. It was futile to resist.
As if having the same thought, Yami closed his eyes and leaned closer to Kaiba. He was half-turned toward Kaiba till his chest touched the arm Kaiba uses to prop himself to the ground. "You tasted like cigarette," Yami murmured.
"And you like it," Kaiba said pompously before dipping for another kiss. This time, they admitted to theirselves that they were glad; in Yami's case, that Kaiba had asked, and in Kaiba's case, that Yami smoothly agreed. Gone were the confident and mature masks; right then they were a couple of fools under the influence of puppy love.
When they returned to class, no words were exchanged between them as usual. No one suspected a thing. Kaiba barely finished half of his cancer stick that day (though he would have finished at least a cigarette if it was another day) and Yami had yet to make a ramble about life that was worth a 10 page essay (he usually speaks poetically the time he stepped on the rooftop). The only one who would notice a thing would be Yugi, who caught Yami writing a love poem in his room.
"Yami's writing love poems," Yugi told Tea when the girl called him that night.
"… Yami? Poems?" She sounded surprised that someone with such a bad boy persona could do poetry, "Huh, who would've thought".
"No, that's not the surprise. Yami has always been… cheesy, you know?" The whole house knew the other boy has a very sentimental soul. He even admitted to hearing a soar of Disney songs when he won a major duel tournament last year. "But now it's love poems, get it?"
"Huh..."
"Usually he writes about life and death and…"
"Oh my Gosh…"
TBC.
