Yami stepped out of the bathroom and draped the towel around his neck, feeling refreshed.
Being in the host club all afternoon, surrounded by various perfumes and colognes, was nauseating, and he hated walking around smelling like a bad batch of scents gone bad.
He spied Kaiba sitting on the floor beside the glass coffee table, and saw that it was covered with various bottles of beer and expensive looking wine.
He wasn't going to risk Kaiba coming back to him saying he owed him something for drinking his expensive liquor.
"I don't drink shit that costs more than my rent." Yami said mildly, swinging his legs over the back of the white leather couch and earning himself a cold, blue-eyed glare.
"Feet off the leather." Kaiba said automatically, thinking this was why he never invited anyone over into his apartment.
Yami slid onto the floor and flung the towel aside carelessly, grabbing a beer and twisting the cap off expertly to take a long swig, enjoying the refreshing taste.
Kaiba watched the towel soar through the air and land on the armrest of his couch, and he felt his eyelid twitch. This guy…was getting too comfortable!
"Okay. Talk." Yami said shortly, setting the beer down with a clink. "I'm getting bored. Or turn on the TV so I don't have to hear you talk."
There was an awkward silence as Kaiba popped the cap off his beer and set it aside nervously. He had nothing to say! He had already said all his insults in the car and elevator.
Then…maybe he ought to try asking a more personal question. Yami had always been a fucking mystery to him since they'd met.
"Where do you live?" Kaiba asked carefully, seeing Yami tap the glass angrily with a slender index finger.
"You're not drinking." Yami said evasively, taking another long gulp and setting the bottle down.
"Alcohol…will ruin my skin." Kaiba answered testily as he stared at Yami's beer, not at all surprised to see that Yami had almost finished it.
"You can't live a little, can you?" Yami said, sounding disgusted, and he reached for his second bottle, feeling oddly disgruntled.
"I can drink, but I don't want to," Kaiba insisted, shaking his head irritably. "There's nothing in my contract that says I can't, but I have to maintain my appearance—"
"Please, shut up." Yami rolled his eyes and took a light gulp, thinking this was no fun at all. Who knew that Seto Kaiba kept up his golden-boy act behind closed doors?
They sat in silence for a while longer, and Kaiba decided to take a sip. One drink wouldn't kill him; he would just have to do a cleanse for the rest of the damn week.
Yami smirked cruelly as he watched Kaiba throw back half the beer before stopping.
"Continue." Yami encouraged coldly, and Kaiba gazed directly into Yami's angular violet eyes, feeling himself heat up as he took another swig and set the bottle down, hoping that would appease him. His tolerance was low, and he didn't have the drinking habits of a delinquent.
"Now I'll answer your question." Yami said, feeling satisfied as he stared at the thin line of alcohol left at the bottom of Kaiba's bottle. Maybe if he got Mr. Top Student drunk enough, he wouldn't remember anything he said in the morning anyway.
"I live down 42nd street, and it's a three-story house." Yami said, watching Kaiba's eyes widen, and he quickly added, "I share it with six other people. Two people per room."
Kaiba frowned deeply, his chest tightening with concern. "What kind of trashy halfway house are you living in?" And he lifted the bottle to his lips to finish off the last of his beer.
"They're all students," Yami growled, reaching for his third drink and cracking the top off with effort. "I live in the garage."
Kaiba felt himself choke slightly and he forced himself to remain composed.
"It gets cold in the winter months, but I have a portable heater," Yami continued all matter-of-factly, clearly unaware of Kaiba's distress at this news. "I only need a place to sleep, and I'm not using the room most of the time anyway, so I rented my room out."
Kaiba sat quietly in stunned silence and gripped his bottle tightly, trying not to feel a mixture of pity and concern. If he remembered correctly, Yami's foster parents were still offering a room for him. Should he bring that up?
"I'm not even going to try going back to the people who were supposed to be my parents." Yami said bluntly, taking a light swig and feeling pleasantly warm all over. The alcohol was kicking in, finally.
There was another long silence and Kaiba finally found his voice.
"Your parents are worried about you."
"No, they're not," Yami hissed, gripping his bottle so tightly, the tips of his fingers turned white. "They hate me, and they regret having ever met me."
"I met them." Kaiba said plainly, seeing Yami jerk his head up to stare at him in shock. "Yeah. Miyamoto-sensei roped me into a house call to check on you."
"Great. Bet they loved you." Yami answered sarcastically, and he furiously chugged the last of his beer, and thunking the bottle down on the glass table with more force than was necessary.
"I'm trying to say that they don't hate you." Kaiba pressed, seeing Yami open another bottle and set it down in front of him ostentatiously with a glare.
"Drink." Yami commanded irritably, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes. "They do hate me, because they caught me…" and his voice trailed off uncharacteristically.
Kaiba blinked and waited for Yami to continue speaking, but he was met with another violet glare and the beer bottle was pushed underneath his nose.
"Drink!" Yami insisted, feeling oddly singled out. If he was going to be spilling dark secrets while drunk, it was better if Mr. Perfect was drunk too.
Kaiba slowly wrapped his fingers around the bottle and obediently took a sip, sneaking another glance at Yami and taking another sip before setting it down.
Damn, this was like some odd game where the criminal was making the policeman drink for crimes he didn't do.
"Now you tell me," Yami said, picking up as if nothing had happened, and he waved a hand around at their surroundings, "What the hell is all of this? Don't you live in the…Kaiba mansion?"
"That arrangement didn't work out." Kaiba said stiffly, feeling himself grow cold all over as memories of clammy hands against his skin made his intestines curl. "So I moved out."
"Obviously." Yami sneered, tapping the glass with his nail again. "Drink! And tell me why."
Kaiba felt anger curling in his chest as he rounded off his second drink and felt mildly numb all over. Fine. This was fine.
He could tell Yami about the abuse.
Maybe Yami would be too drunk to remember this in the morning.
And they weren't friends, so there wasn't any strange pressure to lie.
"I would wake up…" Kaiba felt his throat closing up as he spoke, and Yami's intense gaze made his skin itch strangely.
There was another long silence and Yami sighed, pressing a palm to his cheek and keeping his gaze fixed on Kaiba's face, studying him closely.
The distress was clearly visible across his handsome features and Yami shifted uncomfortably, crossing and uncrossing his legs, thinking he had uncovered something deeply disturbing about Kaiba.
"I would wake up," Kaiba tried again, and found that his voice had returned once he commanded Yami's full attention. "And his hands would be underneath my clothes."
Yami blinked and felt himself grow cold all over. This was why…Kaiba had tried to jump off the roof. It was beginning to make sense.
"But that's it, right?" Yami asked gruffly, mindlessly drinking to keep his mind off the guilt he was feeling. He had been cruel to Kaiba about the suicide, and now he felt extremely bad about it.
"Yeah, that's it, if that's what you want to hear." Kaiba answered vaguely, and he waited for another terrible flashback to assault his senses, but there was nothing.
He let out a sigh and took a deep gulp of his drink, staring at the empty bottle in his hand and feeling lightheaded.
Yami's cheeks were wonderfully pink, and he looked fairly drunk.
"I've always…hated you," Yami began, and Kaiba let out a barking laugh, hearing his own voice echo around the apartment. He knew that.
"It's not that funny." Yami said, disgruntled, taking another long drink from yet another bottle he opened. "I hate you because you're unreachable."
Kaiba was always the top of their class, surrounded by the prettiest girls, and somehow always managed to be successful no matter how dreary the situation.
Kaiba smirked, thinking Yami had it backwards.
"I'm unreachable?!" he echoed incredulously, reaching for another beer, and seeing Yami pass him the half-finished bottle. He accepted it graciously and took a light sip, enjoying the bubbly feeling trickling down the back of his throat.
"You're always defying the dress code, and disappearing from final exams, but somehow still passing? I hate you for being able to do that." Kaiba said stiffly, wrinkling his nose at the memory.
Yami had always somehow skated by on the thinnest of margins, doing the least amount of work for "passable" results. He was even feared by the teachers! One didn't amass that type of aura without some effort.
"I don't hate you that much though," Yami said drowsily, leaning his head down on the table as his body felt heavy. "I envy and admire you…to an extent."
Kaiba pressed his cheek down on the table, letting the cool surface seep into his skin. "I envy you too…" he said, barely able to keep his eyes open. Ah…this felt good. He hadn't drunk in a while, and it was nice to feel this wonderful…floating feeling.
Yami inched closer towards Kaiba and stared at him from across the table, reaching out to brush a strand of light brown hair away from the bridge of his nose, seeing his eyelids flutter, and his heart pounded excitedly in his chest.
Kaiba held Yami's gaze steadily, feeling himself warming up pleasantly. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way Yami's eyes roamed across his face; it all felt oddly familiar.
Yami swallowed dryly as he fixated on Kaiba's lips, and he forced himself to look away as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Seto Kaiba was pretty, he wasn't going to lie to himself.
Kaiba watched Yami blink silently back at him, and he felt a surge of something odd rise up in his chest, causing his heart to skip beats.
Attraction.
Attraction? But, towards…Yami?
Frowning, Kaiba studied every curve along the edge of Yami's jaw, finding that his eyes kept sliding down towards a pair of curved lips, and his chest burned at the thought of kissing him.
It was definitely attraction. Yami wouldn't refuse him, right? After all, he was Seto Kaiba. No one could refuse him, not with his looks.
"Hey, come here," Kaiba said sleepily, patting the spot beside him, and he watched Yami hesitate before inching around the table to sit beside him, looking apprehensive.
"I want to try something…" he said, leaning forward slowly and feeling Yami freeze up as he pressed his lips tightly against Yami's and stayed there, feeling an indescribable warmth wash over him as their lips met.
Yami's breath hitched in his throat and he blinked rapidly for a moment before closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss, feeling Kaiba's mouth moving wonderfully over his. Kaiba's sweet breath doused with alcohol was overpowering his senses, and Yami could feel himself melting, his body relaxing wonderfully as Kaiba pulled him close.
Kaiba paused in his motions, startled at how soft Yami's lips were against his, and he pulled away quickly, trying to quell the rapid pounding of his heart as he watched Yami lean closer, smiling mischievously.
"You should see your face," Yami smirked, feeling extremely lightheaded as the room swayed in his vision, but Kaiba's shocked expression was crystal clear.
At a loss for words, Kaiba looked away quickly and tried to quell the heat rising to his cheeks when suddenly, he felt an odd weight fall heavily onto his chest, and he glanced down to see a mass of spiky hair under his chin.
"Hey," Kaiba said uncertainly, giving Yami's shoulder a firm push and receiving no response. "Hey!"
Frowning, Kaiba gave Yami another rough shake, biting back an annoyed groan as he watched Yami remain motionless. Great. Just fucking great.
Just then without warning, Yami sat up quickly and grinned, pointing obnoxiously in his face, laughing. "You're so angelic, you won't take advantage of a drunk person!"
"Are you drunk?" Kaiba growled, glaring ferociously at Yami, who was still laughing heartily at him. Yami seemed one hundred percent sober.
"No, do I seem drunk?" Yami shot back icily, reaching for the last beer on the table, only to see it whisked away at his fingertips by a long, outstretched arm.
"You've had enough." Kaiba said stiffly, feeling the liquid slosh heavily in the bottle as he held it out of reach, and Yami lunged at him, clambering roughly over his legs, growling angrily.
They wrestled roughly for the beer, and Yami elbowed Kaiba in the chest, his fingers slipping on the neck of the bottle as Kaiba rolled over onto his stomach in pain. The air left his lungs in a sudden whoosh as Yami's foot came heavily down onto his lower back and his chin burned as his face was shoved down into the carpet.
"You…are such…a horrible…host…!" Yami panted, sitting adamantly on Kaiba's shoulders, keeping him face down on the carpet as he lifted the beer from Kaiba's limp fingers with his feet, cracking it open triumphantly and taking a swig, disappointed to discover that it was lukewarm.
"Get off." Kaiba's muffled voice came from between his legs, and Yami threw his head back and laughed maliciously, setting the beer down on the glass table and leering down at the mess of brown hair underneath him.
"I'm very comfortable here." Yami said plainly, seeing Kaiba thump a pale hand on the carpet and point at his own face.
"My face is touching the—"
"As a good host, you should see that your guests are comfortable." Yami spoke over Kaiba's protests, carefully eyeing Kaiba's hand, which had curled into a tight fist.
Kaiba struggled weakly and gave Yami the finger, feeling lightheaded the longer Yami's weight pressed into him from above.
"Hmm?" he heard Yami taunt him, sounding pleased. "Not going to fight me? Scared?"
Gathering his strength, Kaiba did a push up and rolled himself onto his back, feeling Yami topple off of his shoulders, only to land on his side with a painful thump on the carpet with his legs splayed, hissing at him in annoyance.
Without thinking, Kaiba grabbed one of Yami's legs and gave him a bite on his thigh, right through the fabric of his leather pants, feeling his teeth scrape on the smooth material as Yami let out a yell and knees locked around the sides of his head and squeezed painfully at his temples.
"Ow! Fuck!" Kaiba cried, his vision turning green, and a throbbing headache pounded behind his eyes as Yami gave him another tight squeeze, laughing evilly.
"Your eyes will pop out if I do that again," Yami said threateningly, reaching down to grab a fistful of Kaiba's hair between his knees and giving it a solid pull. "Apologize."
"Let…go." Kaiba hissed, his eyes watering as he stared at the bulge that was clearly visible underneath Yami's belt. An…alcohol-induced boner?
"I'm comfortable like this too," Yami lied, feeling himself sweat as his head spun violently. Oh damn…he was really drunk…and aroused.
He watched Kaiba's hand slowly lift up from the carpet to rest on his thigh, and the heat from it caused his entire body to burn with a strange fire.
Kaiba's hand moved lower, towards his inner thigh, and Yami's breathing quickened with excitement as he watched Kaiba stare at his boner through his pants.
The pressure around Kaiba's head loosened, and he took this chance to dive his head down to viciously bite Yami's dick through his pants, feeling himself shiver as his teeth grazed across hard flesh, and Yami let out another yell, attempting to kick him away, but Kaiba held him steady by the waist, keeping his fingers hooked over the edge of Yami's belt and giving it a few suggestive yanks downwards.
Frozen in shock, Yami watched Kaiba mechanically undo his belt and inch his pants down across his hips to stare at the bulge in his underwear.
"What, never seen a dick before?" Yami said nastily, attempting to sound spiteful when he realized he was weak all over.
Kaiba's vision blurred and shifted strangely as he fixated on the seam lines in Yami's plain black underwear.
"No, I just thought your underwear would be more exciting." Kaiba said plainly, suddenly realizing that he had zero sexual experience up until this point, and that this was the first thing he could think of to say, because he had read in a magazine somewhere that women liked being complimented on their choice of underwear, therefore insulting Yami's choice of underwear was a good way to—
A sharp knee was shoved into his chest and Kaiba was jolted out of his thoughts as he tried to wrestle Yami to the ground again, but failed as Yami scrambled out from underneath him and got up on his knees to begin viciously dry-humping his face.
"I…didn't know…you…cared…" Yami hissed as he freed his boner from his underwear and poked the tip of his dick against Kaiba's cheek, seeing him wince while his ears slowly reddened.
"Open your mouth," Yami said eagerly, watching Kaiba sit back on his heels, looking as if he was about to refuse. "You said you wanted to repay me? This is how."
Kaiba blinked rapidly, unsure of what was happening as the tip of Yami's dick nudged the corner of his mouth, and something possessed him to turn his head, and Yami wasted no time, ramming his entire length past Kaiba's teeth and into his mouth, enjoying the silky tongue that padded tentatively underneath his shaft.
"You're bad at this," Yami said gleefully, patting the top of Kaiba's head, watching Kaiba's eyelids flutter uncertainly. "I think I've finally found something you're bad at, Mr. Top Star."
Upon hearing this, Kaiba let out a huff of air through his nose as a searing rage consumed him, and he surged his head forward to clamp his lips tightly around the head of Yami's dick, giving his tip a vicious suck and hearing Yami shout frantically above him.
Yami felt his head spin, and his elbows stung as he fell back, trying to compose himself, his vision blurring as he watched Kaiba bob his head eagerly between his legs, sending violent jolts of pleasure running up and down his legs, causing them to weaken further.
Kaiba pulled away and gave the inside of Yami's thigh another rough bite, and Yami didn't react this time. His legs remained still with his dick standing at attention and wet with saliva, his chest rising and falling heavily while he glared at Kaiba with narrowed eyes, giving him a firm nod and glancing back down at himself.
"Keep going." Yami demanded, his stomach curling at the sudden loss of feeling, and to his dismay, he watched Kaiba reach forward to wrap his slender fingers around his shaft to give him a few, slow strokes upwards with a look of deep concentration etched across his handsome features.
He let out a hiss of annoyance while threads of warmth ran up and down his body whenever Kaiba brought his hand down heavily towards his base. The searing, burning heat had vanished and was replaced with repetitive strokes, and Yami was stuck in an agonizing haze of stomach-curling pleasure and fiery jolts of heat, at the mercy of Kaiba's hand.
"It…doesn't fucking…feel good," Yami lied through clenched teeth, attempting to keep the waves of pleasure from consuming him. A bit of variety would be nice. Did he have to say it out loud? Or was Kaiba really that stupid?
Kaiba frowned and paused in his motions as doubt swirled low in his chest. Shit. Well, what was he doing wrong?
Yami blinked, watching Kaiba's frown deepen. There was a long pause, and it suddenly dawned on Yami that Kaiba had probably never done anything like this before.
"Hey, Mr. Perfect," Yami smiled evilly and pressed the base of his heel against Kaiba's chest, giving him a rough nudge. "Never fooled around before? Never touched yourself before? Which is it?"
"Shut the fuck up." Kaiba replied heavily, his cheeks burning with humiliation.
Yami had figured it out, as expected of him. Was his inexperience really that obvious?!
Yami paused, Kaiba's words ringing in his ears while his heart raced with excitement and glee. Seto Kaiba…was a virgin! Who would've thought?!
He quickly stiffened his leg, giving Kaiba's chest a solid kick and watching Kaiba fall back onto the carpet with a soft thump, gazing up at him nervously, his blue-eyes wide with apprehension.
Yami straddled him tightly, now unable to contain his excitement as he stared at the soft strands of light brown hair falling away from Kaiba's cheeks. Perfect.
"Lesson one," Yami said hastily, padding his hands down Kaiba's chest, feeling his head rush as he felt the muscles tense underneath his palms. "Take off your pants."
"I'll pass." Kaiba responded coldly, trying to ignore the heat from Yami's stiffness seeping in through his shirt while he sat pertinently on top of him. "I don't want this lesson from a man, much less someone like you."
"I don't think you can afford to refuse," Yami replied gleefully, giving Kaiba's belt a solid yank and tossing it across the room, hearing it fall somewhere behind him with a soft clink before he tugged Kaiba's underwear down across his hips, pleased to see a warm, hard length emerge under his nose.
Kaiba blinked rapidly, shivering as his leaking tip was exposed to cold air, and he watched Yami inch down lower on his body to grab his dick, rubbing it steadily and with practiced confidence. Yami brought himself closer, bucking his hips forward and pressing the head of his own member against Kaiba's, palming them both thickly and enjoying the way Kaiba's thighs tensed underneath him strongly every time his hand grazed across his tip.
"Lesson two," Yami panted, enjoying the solid waves of pleasure crashing over him steadily while he rubbed his thumb into his own slit before doing the same for Kaiba, feeling their wetness gather beneath his fingertips. "It feels good, when you do this…"
Kaiba shut his eyes and lost himself in the wonderful feeling of Yami's heat and hands at his center. He could barely hear anything Yami was saying. All he could hear was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, and the way his breathing quickened and slowed down every time Yami teasingly brought him to the edge of a delicious orgasm before slowly letting him down again by giving the base of his dick a tight squeeze.
"Look at you, you fucking love this," Yami said, sounding almost disgusted as he hovered over Kaiba, drinking in his blissful expression. A small bubble of satisfaction sat low in his chest as he leaned away and gave Kaiba's dick a few more strokes, feeling Kaiba's thighs tense so wonderfully underneath him, he almost came himself, but he held out, watching Kaiba tilt his head back so much, only the strong outline of his jaw was visible as he rode out the ripples of his orgasm.
Breathless, Kaiba opened his mouth to speak, but a strange sound escaped his lips, so he kept his jaw clenched tightly, trembling from the residual shocks of heat from his orgasm. Yami's face came into view above him, his spiky blonde bangs hanging handsomely away from his delicate cheeks while he grinned.
"Lesson three," Yami said eagerly, reaching down with a clean hand to grab Kaiba's wrist and placing his pale hand on his dick. "Show me what we've learned today."
Kaiba propped himself up on his elbows, his ears ringing, his head spinning, and he grabbed Yami's length strongly, stroking him up and down with equal vigor and feeling Yami rock back and forth heavily on top of him, nodding happily.
Yami's wetness slipped wonderfully in the palm of his hand, and Kaiba slowed his pace, copying his previous movements, rubbing Yami's tip in a slow circle, letting Yami thrust into his hand, and his musk was strangely overpowering. Yami let his breath out slowly, finally giving in to the pressure building low in his stomach as he orgasmed pleasurably into Kaiba's hand, glancing down at himself and pleased to see Kaiba's shocked expression.
Kaiba was panicking internally, unsure of what to do. Yami had just cum all over his stomach and his shirt, and the semen was dripping down his side, undoubtedly getting into the carpet.
"Fuck! Get off, get off!" Kaiba hissed, and Yami threw his head back to laugh heartily just as several thumping knocks echoed at the door.
They both froze and exchanged fearful looks as the reality of the situation hit them extremely hard. They were half-naked on top of each other, covered in their combined fluids, and someone had to answer the door because the person knocked loudly again.
"Answer the door! I can't answer it! I don't live here!" Yami whispered frantically, edging off from Kaiba's body and realizing that his thigh was now also covered in semen. He was also no longer wearing his shirt.
When had Kaiba taken it off?! Or had he taken it off himself! Where was it?!
"I'm naked!" Kaiba growled, pointing down at himself and hastily pulling his underwear up over his still-erect penis, feeling lightheaded and wondering why all the buttons down his shirt had been opened. When the fuck did Yami do that?!
He watched Yami shake his head anxiously at him while the stranger pounded on the door for the third time, and the walls seemed to shake from the force of the knocks.
"Fine, fine!" Yami cried, hastily buttoning his pants with a sticky hand and wincing as he strode to the door and hesitated for a moment, before pulling it open to see a very angry girl with messy hair in a fluffy purple bathrobe, glaring viciously at him.
"Who are you?" she demanded icily, her eyes darting over his shoulder and down across his body, taking in the fact that he was shirtless and fixating on the odd stain on Yami's pant leg.
"Who the fuck are you?" Yami shot back, incensed, and he gripped the door handle tightly, resisting the urge to slam the door in her face.
"I live in the unit under you!" she said angrily, folding her arms and planting her feet apart threateningly. "Please stop having violent sex with your girlfriend. I've been hearing thumping and banging for the past two hours. Stop!"
"I'll stop…we'll stop," Yami replied hastily, moving to shut the door, wondering if he ought to be more apologetic, thinking he shouldn't have slammed the bathroom door earlier. Kaiba wasn't kidding about the getting noise complaints.
He watched her angrily suppress a yawn and stomp off down the warmly lit hallway, and he shut the door quietly after her, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
Yami walked back towards the couch and was mildly shocked to find it empty.
He heard soft thumping coming from upstairs, and he saw Kaiba dragging a large futon down each step, looking extremely exhausted and disheveled. The sound of running water was coming from the closed bathroom door, and Yami curled his hands into fists, thinking Kaiba was being oddly thoughtful.
This was fine. He would take full advantage of this and then leave in the morning before Kaiba woke up.
Kaiba heard a door slam behind him and he straightened up, narrowly missing seeing Yami's shadow sliding underneath the crack of the bathroom door as it swung shut.
What a fucking night.
Kaiba sat down on the floor beside the futon as he patted it out, and tried to quell the confusion and lust he felt towards what had just happened.
That wasn't considered sex, was it?
But it had felt…wonderful, and he would seriously consider doing that with Yami again, maybe even differently next time, if there would even be a next time.
He lay down across the futon, feeling his head spin again, and a mild headache began pounding at his forehead.
But Yami seemed like the type to come and go. He hit every checkmark underneath the "worst boyfriend" section in the magazines.
Yami was rash and aggressive, which meant he would draw attention with random fights and brawls with the gangsters on the street.
Yami was intelligent and confident, which meant he would be capable of cheating on him with at least three other people, maybe even five.
And if Yami was tamer, and had a sweeter disposition, it would give him less anxiety if they were to date.
That would be…if a relationship was possible between them.
What constituted a relationship?!
Everything about this situation was difficult, but the challenge almost seemed worth it if Yami could make him orgasm like that every night.
Kaiba shut his eyes and let the sound of running water echo in his ears. Whatever. He would talk it out with Yami when he showed his face.
Yami stepped out of the bathroom and draped the damp towel around his shoulders, sweeping his gaze over the room and stopping at the sleeping figure of Kaiba on the floor…right on top of the futon that was supposed to be his for the night.
Frowning, Yami strode over towards the futon and stood over Kaiba, his chest tightening with a strange emotion as he gazed down at his peaceful expression.
This was…Mr. Perfect. Seto Kaiba. Top student, school prodigy, talented in everything ranging from academics to athletics. And together, they had just….
Yami shook the water out of his bangs and sat down on the futon with a huff, willing himself not to think about it.
He tossed the towel aside and lay down, propping his head up on his elbow, staring at Kaiba's light brown hair inches away from his chest.
Kaiba had his pick of sexy models to date! Why would he think twice about looking at his classmate, who had caused him so much trouble in the past, and on top of that, was male.
Yami shut his eyes and briefly considered blackmailing Kaiba into a relationship with him as "repayment".
Relationships were hard work, but being sexually intimate with Kaiba felt so wonderful, it almost seemed worth it.
How would that work?
Or would he receive dirty looks every time he wanted to initiate something sexual? Because that was an amazing handjob, and it would've been fine if they had gone further!
Sighing, Yami shut his eyes and rolled over onto his other side, staring at the lights shining in from the balcony window, hoping that his feelings would be clearer to himself in the morning.
Author's note:
Thank you YLJE for your wonderful edits! 3333
Ok real talk. -sits down at the table and pulls out the chair beside me and points at it-
Sit. please thank you
ok.
so.
One of my greatest fears and insecurities as a writer is creating a story that is boring, or that GETS boring. Sooooo promise you guys will tell me when it is getting boring...yeah? IM COUNTING ON YOU I NEED YOUR HELP.
I've also decided that for this story, i will post by scene, and not by word count.
Recently in my past few stories, i've been trying to pace each chapter by word count, and that might not be the right thing to do, because i always ended up cutting off at a cliff-hanger, intentional or not
I recently read an article that flashed across my 'recommended for you' section, and the title caught my eye.
It was: "Why you don't have a book in you."
I WAS CRUSHED to say the least.
Because i've been writing so much, i thought that the next logical step was to just...push out a novel, you know? With original characters and such. If writing fanfic is the lap pool at the gym near my house, then pushing out a novel is like... swimming with the big kids in an olympic size pool in a foreign country.
Similar, but very different.
But anyway, back to soul-crushing article.
Basically, the person was saying they have seen so many people try to pitch "books" to literary agents and fail, because the story lacked certain elements, but they neglected to say what elements?!
So relating this back to me, and you...the reason i ask for so much feedback is cuz i REALLY NEED IT! How the fuck can i know what elements are missing if no one says so?!
Do I hope to write a book someday? S-s-urrrrre. But that is a daunting and terrifying thought. i'm always getting messages asking me if i have original work out? And what is my name? And the answer is always "IDFK?!"
And I don't even know what to write this "book" about! I mean, gay stuff, obviously, but I'm still swimming in the kiddie pool with my little fins and paddles.
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It really helps me create this content that you hopefully want to keep reading.
So, thank you, thank you, thank you, and please, leave a review xD
Much love,
UGLI