**DISCLAIMER** Yu-Gi-Oh and Characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi
AN: Okay so here's chapter 2, the shortest chapter of my fic, please enjoy and review!
Everyone stared at the bottle in the centre of their circle, mouths agape.
Anzu cleared her throat awkwardly before saying weakly, "I think we can all agree that was a bad spin, Yugi deserves a retry."
Kaiba glared at the box-haired girl. Although he in no way, NO WAY AT ALL, was pleased with the spin's outcome he still didn't appreciate being called a 'bad spin'. If anything Yugi should be pleased he'd spun Kaiba. He was intelligent, successful, an excellent strategist and not to mention quite attractive (if he did say so himself).
Yugi had yet to respond. He was still staring at the bottle with pursed lips while the others around him argued.
"That's not fair!" Marik said, "I had to kiss Rishid and he's practically my brother!"
"Oh, you barely had to kiss him," Anzu snorted turning her head and folding her arms across her chest.
"If you wanna re-spin Yugs, that's totally fine with me," the mutt told him.
Kaiba found himself clenching his fist and once more lamenting showing up to this stupid party. Why was it he could handle business conventions well and yet not be able to sit through one normal teenage activity without wanting to shoot everyone in the room? Oh yeah that's right, because he's better than most normal teenagers.
Yugi's friends were still arguing amongst themselves when Kaiba looked up and met Yugi's stare for what seemed the hundredth time that night. The spiky-haired boy gave him one his private 'Kaiba I think I know what you're thinking' smiles before interrupting the group coolly.
"It's fine; it's just part of the game, right Kaiba?" he wore a smirk that he could have stolen straight from Kaiba's face.
For his part Kaiba gripped the material of his pants tighter and looked down into his lap. Damn Yugi and damn his friends! How in the history of Duel Monsters was he supposed to get out of this jam?
Refuse to take part in the game and he'd be the guy who 'quit', take part in the game and he'd have to kiss Yugi's soft, pert lips.
What. He mentally shook himself.
Nothing was going to make this situation better he decided so lifting his head once more he grinned cockily, "I'll always meet your challenge Yugi, no matter the game."
The two sat up and moved closer to centre. They both looked over each other, as they had often done before a duel. However unlike those times when Kaiba had felt collected and confident facing his rival he now felt sweat trickle down his neck and his palms go sweaty. If Yugi was apprehensive he did not give any of it away in his cool stare. Kaiba could swear he saw the boy's mouth twitch, which reminded him of his lips and then of how those lips were going to touch his lips and that they, the two greatest Duel Monsters rivals in the world, were going to kiss.
"I can't believe this is happening," Anzu said as though reading his thoughts.
"I can't watch," the mutt said, covering his face with his hands.
'Tell me when it's over," someone said, Kaiba wasn't really paying much attention anymore.
His attention was solely on the duellist leaning towards him.
Yugi was naturally smaller than Kaiba, but Kaiba was sitting slouched and cross-legged while Yugi was on his knees making him taller. Kaiba's head was tilted back and for the first time ever he was looking up at Yugi. He didn't really like it, but he wasn't going to bother sitting up either. Yugi was still lowering down to kiss him; he probably should lean forward too or something but he found he couldn't. So he just sat still until their lips touched.
It was pretty underwhelming when they did.
Until he opened his mouth to say so.
Yugi's tongue was in his mouth quicker than Pegasus' toon monsters dodging an attack and all of Kaiba's senses were assaulted by pure feeling. He was overcome by the way Yugi's tongue stroked, tickled and teased his own, how he kissed both roughly and gently at the same time. How nothing but everything Yugi was doing seemed to make perfect sense and for a short time all of Kaiba's will was dominated by the Spirit of the Puzzle. It was immediately obvious that Kaiba had never been kissed before, and his attempt to return the kiss was sloppy. As he got a hold of his senses he sat back into the kiss his calculative mind assessing what Yugi did to make him feel so much.
Kaiba was a boy genius so it didn't take him long to figure out and soon it was Yugi's tongue and mouth being dominated. He pushed upwards so that he was above Yugi, sending a clear message that he was now in control. From the other boy's willingness to crane his neck to meet his lips and pleased hum, Kaiba realised that the other had wanted exactly that. A pool of heat filled Kaiba's stomach as he discerned this, only serving to intensify his kiss.
He devoured Yugi's mouth with a hunger he'd never known grabbing a fistful of wild, spiky hair and pulling him as closer. Yugi grasped his shirt as he did and every time he felt Yugi's fingers brush his chest through the fabric, it burnt in a pleasant away. Mouth was on mouth, tongue was on tongue and for a brief time they were unified.
Then they pulled away to breathe and it was over, all in a few seconds.
They gazed at each other, one with numbness and the other with warmth. Kaiba couldn't comprehend what had just occurred but looking into those tender purple eyes he felt his own sense of affection swell. He'd always wanted to subjugate his rival and in way he had when he'd taken control, and it had felt great, but more so because Yugi had surrendered. He felt like he'd emerged from a battle, or better yet a duel; a duel that he had won. It was pure bliss.
But any feelings of rapture Kaiba had were soon crushed by an awkward cough.
It was like a switch clicked and Kaiba's brain began to register everything in the room that wasn't Yugi, whereas before it had stubbornly refused. Joey still had an arm around Mai who were both staring open mouthed. Anzu's lips were pinched tightly, her blue eyes on the verge of tears while Tristian and Otogi had the same shocked expression of the former pair. Serenity was blushing, for she was still young, and Marik, Rishid and Bakura had not responded at all for Marik and Rishid didn't know the rivals well enough to be bemused and Bakura was too polite to show any response.
It was Ishizu however who made Kaiba lose all his bearings because she was simply wearing her knowing smile as though she'd predicted this would occur.
He couldn't stand it.
"I need to get a drink," Kaiba said curtly, almost biting his tongue off before he added, 'to wash that vile taste out of my mouth'. He wanted to be petty but anyone with brains could see he'd enjoyed that kiss and to say otherwise would just invite criticism.
The tall boy practically fled the room to stride upstairs. His face flushed with embarrassment, and his chest feeling hollow. He felt weak, like the slightest touch could shatter him, and so he felt angry. In his mind he heard them exclaiming in shock, asking Yugi what had possessed him to kiss Kaiba, of all people! He asked himself why he had kissed back.
He stormed into the kitchen and found it empty. He barged into several other rooms before finding Mokuba and his companion in what must be Yugi's room by the childish quality. How someone as strong and capable as the Spirit shared a room with the naïve boy was a mystery, then again how the two shared a body was mystery enough.
Rebecca was showing her deck to Mokuba, whose eyes were still watching her adoringly. Had he looked at Yugi like that? God, he hoped not, he couldn't see himself, even after what transpired between them, simpering at Yugi like some love struck school girl.
Because he did not love Yugi, and that kiss had meant nothing and now him and Mokuba were going to go home and forget about this whole stupid night. And of Ishizu's stupid smile.
"Mokuba grab your things and meet me outside, we're going home."
"What? No!" Mokuba stood up and brushed his jeans with his hands, his expression was a mixture of upset, defiant and pleading. "The party isn't even over yet. There's still a couple hours and Rebecca was going to ask if I could borrow some of Yugi's spare cards so we could duel-"
Kaiba turned his gaze to the blonde girl who was looking away awkwardly, "Perhaps we could reschedule a duel for another time at our mansion. Then my brother could use a deck of his own creation." It was a logical argument she would have to agree.
Before she could answer though Mokuba grabbed his arm, "Please could we stay a little longer? I don't have school tomorrow, I just want to duel her once. Please."
His round grey eyes were pleading and Kaiba was torn. He didn't want to be here. He had never wanted to be here, he'd only come for Mokuba's sake. But now they had overstayed their welcome and it was time to leave.
His eyes hardened and he turned away, knowing a second more would crumble his resolve. "We're leaving and that's final, meet me outside-"
"Stay where you are Mokuba."
Kaiba's attention snapped to the doorway where his rival stood. He was leaning against the doorframe, a picture of the dramatic with his school jacket thrown over his shoulder like a cape. The Millennium Puzzle swang from its chain against his chest and at that moment, Kaiba could have throttled the boy with it just for daring to order his brother around.
"Pardon me?" Kaiba's blue eyes simmered with rage not yet unleashed.
"The party is not over and even so Mokuba can stay as long as he likes," he tilted his head back, daring the brunette to defy his will.
Kaiba bristled. Who did this impudent boy think he was ordering the Kaiba family around? Then spending the whole party practically ignoring him, and then kissing him, so, so, passionately!
"Mokuba, go downstairs now." The rage was there, punctuated in every word.
Yugi stared at him impassively while Kaiba glared back with enough heat to melt steel. Mokuba looked between them uncertainly knotting his brows, "Maybe I should-"
"Rebecca take Mokuba out to the living room, I need to talk to Kaiba alone," Yugi's deep voice rumbled.
Mokuba glanced between them again until Rebecca took his hand gently and led him across the room. Yugi moved aside from the door so they could get past without taking his eyes off Kaiba's. One last anxious look and Mokuba was gone, the door softly clicking closed behind him.
He stood face to face to his rival, a metre a part. The distance between them had never felt so great.
