Author's Note: Oh man Oh man Oh man, are you guys ever in for it XD. I had an absolute blast writing this chapter, and I hope you guys have as much fun reading it. Thanks for all the awesome reviews on my last chapter! I want to hear from each and every one of you!

Warning: Yaoi content ahoy! Abandon ship! I am not kidding you. If you have any doubts about how much you like yaoi… well, first of all, why are you here? Second of all, don't keep reading. Seriously. I warned you. ;)

As always, this fic is dedicated to Teal, Dyan, and Gunslinger. You are my muses, and one day I will drape you in gold and laurel leaves to prove it, ha ha.

Present Day

The inside of the slick black sports car smelled exactly how Yami expected it to smell: a mixture of new leather, gasoline, carpet shampoo, a hint of Kaiba's rich cologne (complete with that ever-so-tantalizing cinnamon scent), and something unidentifiable that always lingered around luxury. The best word the Egyptian could think of to describe it was "expensive". The car smelled like what it was: a powerful machine built for speed, stamina, and sheer domination. Most of all it was built to serve as a living status symbol, an unobtainable icon that the common man could use as motivation. Every polished chrome surface and sleek angle was designed to inspire awe and envy, to make people on the streets mutter under their breath that money isn't everything. It sliced through the night so seamlessly it seemed to meld with the shadows themselves. The blacker-than-black tinting on the windows made Yami feel shut off from the world, as if he'd slipped into his own private viewing room from which he could gaze out at the world and laugh at what he saw.

Yami glanced at the man in the driver's seat out of the corner of his eye, not wanting him to know he was being observed. Kaiba stroked the steering wheel with his large left hand; the slightest of touches was all it took to guide the machine through every twist and turn. His other hand rested lightly on the manual transmission, shifting them through gears with no more than a gentle flick of his long fingers. The car seemed to respond more to its master's thoughts than to his actions. They streaked up to a red light and stopped so smoothly it took Yami a moment to realize they were no longer moving. The idling engine purred almost inaudibly, like a sleeping jungle cat.

Kaiba lifted his hand from the stick shift and pressed a chrome button in the center of the dashboard. Cyan lights flashed from behind a dark glass screen, and the names of several radio stations scrolled across it. The brunet selected one, and a catchy pop song poured from speakers in the ceiling. It was precisely the right volume: loud enough to cover a lack of conversation but not so loud as to discourage it.

"Your taste in music surprises me, sweetheart," Yami drawled, leaning casually back in his seat. The light turned green, and the little car shot effortlessly forward, easily clearing the intersection before the other cars even started moving again.

Kaiba sent Yami a knowing smirk before fixing his icy eyes on the road once more. "I'm sure you expected something more refined."

"At least it's not rap."

Kaiba pressed another button, and immediately a fast-paced, bass-heavy rap song reverberated through the air. Yami didn't even attempt to conceal his disbelief, and the CEO grinned. He started mouthing the lyrics perfectly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've heard this song before, Kaiba."

"I listen to the radio on the way to work like everyone else. What's so surprising about it?"

"The 'everyone else' part. I never figured you'd deign to partake of our commoner music." The Egyptian's smooth voiced dripped with sarcasm.

Kaiba frowned. "I almost want to take that as a compliment."

"Take it however you want. It doesn't matter." Yami turned his face away and gazed out his window. He could feel Kaiba's eyes probing him, searching for explanations in his body language. The blue-eyed teen considered himself a master of letting his surface show only what he wanted, but Yami had had thousands of years to perfect the art.

"You certainly have changed a considerable amount since I last saw you," Kaiba replied, a hint of derision in his voice. He was trying to draw the other man out, get him to make a mistake. "You didn't used to be so bitter."

Yami was already two steps ahead. "Forgive me for my rudeness. Nice weather we're having, no? And how about that local sports team? What other small talk bullshit would you prefer to discuss? I didn't realize the recent turmoil in my life was so troublesome." His head was still buzzing from all the alcohol he'd consumed, but no amount of intoxication could dull his rapier wit.

The brunet had no reply, and it infuriated him. He knew deep down that Yami and Yugi - originally one person - had somehow separated into two, but admitting it even to himself was something he simply couldn't do. He'd chosen to believe that two semi-identical dueling twins had been fucking with his head for years, and he would stick to that story until the day he died. Developing a sexual interest in one of the twins complicated matters more than he cared for, but there had always been something about Yami - some invisible untraceable quality - that drew him closer the more he tried to pull away.

Kaiba had originally interpreted his feelings as respect for the Egyptian's skill. Yami's confidence was unwavering, and the way he always went straight for the jugular - especially Kaiba's jugular - made his heart pound. Discovering that killer instinct in another person was the most potent aphrodisiac he'd ever encountered. It was a trait few people possessed and the reason why only certain people could become top duelists. It belonged solely to those born with the reckless ability to gamble everything they had based on nothing more than blind certainty that they would conquer in the end. It was the same kind of brazen quality that built empires and toppled tyrants.

Kaiba supposed he was admitting to a mortal sin: vanity. The traits that made Yami desirable to him were the same traits he valued most in himself. Regardless of the reasons why, he knew what he wanted from the pharaoh and had every intention of forcing it out of him. He had never been an easy man to deny, and the challenge only made the chase more thrilling.

"If you're going to mope all night about the things you've willingly done to yourself, you can walk the rest of the way home." Kaiba's eyes darkened dangerously. He was positively begging for a confrontation. They were heading up to a long bridge, and if he had to dump Yami off it to wake him up, he would gladly do it. The traffic light just before the bridge changed to red. He eased his beautiful car to a stop and turned in his seat to face the Egyptian. "I'm not here to listen to your sob story and pat you on the back. If you're looking for a shoulder to cry on, you've come to the wrong place."

"No need to tell me, sweetheart." Yami was still staring out his window, seemingly unconcerned. "I'm not the one who came looking for you, if you'll remember. I've only ever expected two things from you, and one of them is a challenging duel."

Kaiba turned back to the road, silently pleading with the street light to turn green and end this conversation. "Do tell what the other thing is-ahhh!" The brunet gasped as he felt something warm and supple creep up his thigh. He didn't have to look down to know Yami had slipped his hand into his lap and was now ghosting long fingers over his sensitive inner thigh.

Kaiba gripped the steering wheel for dear life and tried not to make it too obvious how instantly and thoroughly this aroused him. "That's not going to work."

"It certainly looks like it's working."

The brunet bit his lip to stifle a low moan as Yami began kneading his flesh in slow circles. Those teasing fingers slipped leisurely down to his knee, and then fingernails raked their way up his leg inch by provocative inch. The closer they got to that danger zone between his legs, the more Kaiba felt his self control crumble away. Against his wishes, his head fell back against his seat and he closed his eyes. A slight tremor shook his whole body as he attempted to contain his reaction to the teasing touch. If a steering wheel could bruise, it would have livid purple bands across it by now from the way he'd latched onto it, using it as an anchor to reality.

"Yami, I'm not kidding you," Kaiba grunted through clenched teeth. "Stop it."

"Don't tell me you don't want me." Yami's voice had become no more than a deep rumble, and Kaiba swore in that moment it was the most erotic sound he had ever heard. "I know you do. I can feel it. Especially here."

Kaiba moaned without restraint as he felt a hot palm rub against his growing arousal with just the right amount of pressure. He shuddered and bucked against it by reflex, wanting so much more contact. "God fucking dammit, Yami, that feels good."

"Oh so you do want me, Kaiba? I was beginning to have doubts." Yami's voice slithered with raw desire. The way he said Kaiba's name made it sound like a sin. The brunet had never before heard anything quite so delicious.

A car horn sounded behind them, and Kaiba's eyes snapped open. The light was green, and here he was blocking an entire lane of traffic while his incredibly sexy passenger felt him up. His foot tapped the accelerator and the car shot forward and onto the bridge. If the brunet thought he was safe because they were moving again, he was sadly mistaken. He felt something tickle his stomach and realized too late that Yami was undoing his belt: a master picking a lock. It was off and thrown carelessly into the backseat no more than a second later.

"You can't be serious," Kaiba growled, unable to hide the lust that deepened his voice.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Yami drawled. His fingers popped the button on Kaiba's pants open with alarming ease and teased at the zipper, pushing it down one alluring click at a time. "I'm not," click "doing anything," click "wrong, am I?" click "If you want me," click "to stop," click "all you have to do," click "is ask." Kaiba opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Yami's hand slid into his pants and began leaving trails of fire over every inch of his skin.

"Haaa-" Kaiba groaned, barely managing to keep his eyes open and on the road. The Egyptian's fingernails dug into his inner thigh and found a spot about an inch down from his hip that immediately made his very skin quiver with pleasure. Yami picked up on the brunet's reaction and massaged that spot with his knuckles. Kaiba's nerve endings shot off like fireworks in response. The car had reached the top of the bridge, and one wrong turn of the wheel would send them flying into three feet of concrete and metal railing.

"You're going to get us fucking killed," Kaiba panted. Despite his protests, he had to admit this was the most turned on he had ever been in his entire life.

"I can think of worse ways to die."

The brunet felt something pull roughly at his hips, and he realized a second too late that Yami had miraculously managed to yank his pants down to his knees. His boxers were somehow still in place, but the thin cotton fabric did little to make him feel safe.

His eyes widened as he grasped the other man's intent. "Don't-ahhhh!" A spiky head appeared in his lap, and he felt a hot mouth clamp down on his inner thigh, right over that sensitive spot. Yami's tongue laved it with attention, relishing in the sweet taste of Kaiba's creamy skin. The pharaoh sucked the area into his mouth and bit down. Time seemed to slow as white-hot fire flooded Kaiba's veins. He had never felt anything like it before. The sounds coming from the brunet were a luscious mixture of moans and growls: bestial and just a little dark. He was already dangerously close to orgasm, and if he came now he would lose control of the car for certain. He grabbed a handful of Yami's spiky hair and yanked back. The Egyptian released his hold on the other man's skin with a wet popping noise. He was grinning shamelessly, and Kaiba couldn't help but feel like he'd just signed his soul away to a purple-eyed devil.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?"

"If I had a free hand, I'd smack that grin off your face."

They reached the end of the bridge moments later, and the road merged into just two lanes, each walled in by thick, towering trees. Perfect. Kaiba pulled over immediately, not caring in the slightest that they were near a street lamp and mere feet from a busy road. As soon as the car stopped, he flicked it into neutral, hit the automatic lock button, and crushed his mouth to Yami's. The car immediately grew warmer, a comfortable sort of heat that came with the best sex in expensive cars. The pharaoh met his lips eagerly and slipped his tongue into Kaiba's mouth. The brunet let the other man explore him for a moment before seizing the dominate position; he forced his tongue passed Yami's lips and dipped into honey-sweet warmth and wetness. Their tongues massaged each other in sync until the minutes melted together. The windows had already fogged beyond all visibility, but both teens doubted they could have seen straight regardless.

Kaiba broke away and drew a deep, ragged breath. Through half-lidded eyes he studied the face of the beautiful man next to him: expressive amethyst eyes, thick black lashes, kiss-bruised lips, and pale skin with just a hint of rich color, like oiled milk. Another ripple of desire coursed through his body, and without thinking he grabbed Yami by the hips and pulled him into his lap. Both boys swooned the second their hips came together, the mutual friction threatening to overload their senses. Kaiba's hands slid under the Egyptian's shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion. It joined the CEO's belt in the backseat, and he drank in the sight of Yami's perfectly toned abdomen glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Next came his pants: Kaiba couldn't slide them down far, but he could unzip them and remove the last fabric barrier between their mutual erections. The Egyptian's hands were busy as well, stripping Kaiba's coat from his broad shoulders and nimbly unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as it was open, Yami leaned back to admire the view. Kaiba could have easily been chiseled from alabaster.

"Like what you see?" Even the breathy quality in the brunet's voice couldn't mask his cocky tone. He could plainly see boiling desire in Yami's half-lidded eyes, but he wanted to make the proud man admit it.

"Enough teasing," Yami purred, punctuating his statement by bucking his hips forward against Kaiba's. A hot rush of blood flooded straight into the CEO's groin, and he moaned loudly. Yami started to move his hips again, but Kaiba's hands clamped down on them and held them still.

"I asked you a question." Blue eyes glittered smugly in the semi-darkness.

"Kaiba," Yami growled warningly. His entire body was already tingling with his imminent orgasm; if he was teased much more, he was going to fucking lose it.

"That is my name, yes." The brunet rolled his hips forward, rubbing the entire length of his impossibly hard dick against Yami's. Both men cried out at the sudden friction, pleasure spiking through them like lightning. Kaiba's iron grip still held the Egyptian's hips in place. He controlled the pace, and nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted.

"Answer me, Yami. I want to know if you like it." He rolled his hips smoothly forward again, and the two men shuddered in unison. Yami reached out blindly for something to grip, and his hands found Kaiba's firm shoulders.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Yami moaned as the brunet continued to rub their mutual hard ons together with infuriating slowness. Something hot and tight was coiling in the pit of his stomach, and he would give just about anything to release it.

"Kaiba, I-" Yami was panting too hard to speak "I li-ahhh God yes!"

"Come on," Kaiba hissed, his eyes clenched shut as he attempted to fight back the delicious burning between his legs. Yami wasn't the only one who was close. "Tell me you like it." Kaiba was moving faster now, grinding their hips roughly together again and again and again. The Egyptian was struggling to match his pace, to get as much contact as he feasibly could, but the brunet's grip couldn't be broken. His breathing became so irregular he started seeing spots. The two teens had been nursing their attraction, their frustration, their ache for each other for too long now. This was not going to be one of those tantalizing sex-a-thons that looked like a scene from a movie and lasted for long, teasing hours. This was a moment for the big boys: a moment of sloppy, unprofessional, I-have-to-fuck-you-now need that would make them both want to masturbate every time they thought about it for a month afterwards.

Yami sucked in the deepest breath he could manage and tried to clear his head enough for words. "Kaiba, I-ahhh-I like it! I want you, ahh yes! I want you so fucking much!"

Kaiba thought he was going to come right then and there. It took every ounce of willpower he had to rein in the effect the pharaoh's words had on his body. They tingled against his skin, seducing him more than any touch ever could. He released his grip on Yami's hips, and immediately the other man began rocking furiously against him. The hot friction between them sent bolts of pleasure through their bodies. The Egyptian dug his nails into Kaiba's shoulders as his orgasm loomed closer. The brunet was so hard he thought he was going to burst, and only the feeling of Yami's equally hard dick rubbing against his convinced him it was possible to be so turned on. Their skin was slick with precum and sweat, and it would be a miracle if they managed to last another minute.

Kaiba was starting to ache he wanted to come so badly. A strange thought crept into his mind when he knew he had mere seconds left until an orgasm akin to a nuclear meltdown rocked his world apart: not here. He wanted to shoo the thought away like a pesky insect, but he knew it was right. Not here. He had never been much for romance, had never bought into the idea that sex happened on beds covered in rose petals between adults who were madly in love while soft music played in the background, but even he had to admit he was being careless. A man as beautiful as his Egyptian pharaoh deserved something more than to have his stomach coated in come in the front seat of Kaiba's car next to a highway, regardless of what a good story it would make.

Calling upon literally every ounce of dignity he had left, Kaiba stilled Yami's hips with one hand while the other grabbed his chin and pulled him into a deep kiss. The pharaoh started to struggle, but after a moment he sank into Kaiba's mouth. Their lips stayed locked together until the brunet calmed down enough for speech.

"My mansion isn't far from here." His throat felt raw from moaning so vigorously. "We're big boys now. We can afford to wait until we're somewhere decent."

"Trying to preserve your modesty, sweetheart?" Yami's grin was mocking, but he didn't seem like he wanted to argue. "How cute." The Egyptian paused for a moment, as if he honestly regretted having to move, and maneuvered his legs towards the passenger side of the car and slid back into his seat. Much to Kaiba's delight, he didn't reach for his shirt in the backseat.

The brunet smirked. "I would watch my tongue if I were you. Piss me off and I might get rough."

"There's no such thing as too rough, sweetheart."

"We'll see about that."

Author's Note: I have only one thing left to say - bah ha ha ha! If you ever want these two to fuck like the junkyard bunnies they are inside, I suggest you send me a review. ;)

Here's another rule from our Yu-gi-oh drinking game:

Rule Number Three: Drink every time Yugi says "My Millennium Puzzle!"