A/N: Last chapter wheee. And it's simplistically written...I think ^^;

A/N: Mature mentionings ahead! I want this story to keep a T rating, however!...but nevermind! Mature to be safe!

You Can't Read This

Chapter 3

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Early in the new morning, Anzu awoke with a large yawn and a satisfying stretch in bed. Her hair was splayed against her fluffy pillow and her limbs spread in a wild manner. After a few moments of resting on her back in the sheets, she finally rose from the bed and swung her legs over the edge. On her way to the bathroom, she took notice of her cell phone blinking. Looking it over, she realized she had a new email.

" 'BlueEyesMethod'...?" she sleepily read aloud, squinting to better see the text as she did. Who in the world had an email like that? The only person she knew of close to her with blue eyes was another family member. Coincidentally enough, and due to her lack of anything relating with Seto Kaiba or anything Kaiba Corp, she didn't even bother to make that connection. All that mattered to her, that made her eyes light up, was the email's content. As her eyes skimmed over the initial 3 sentences, her body suddenly froze from the adrenaline that rushed through her at that moment. Not believing what she had just read, she returned her eyes to the exact same passages again and reread them carefully, word for word. As the context was digested, the girl slapped an excited hand over her mouth and shrieked like a dame in love who just got an affectionate letter from a secret admirer.

In this case, it was a letter and from a male she had crushed after for what felt like ages. For years, it had felt like she was HIS secret admirer. Was he finally returning her feelings now like this out of the blue? No, of course not, but she certainly found immense joy in believing such was the case. After she had thoroughly consumed the email and returned for second and third helpings of it, she nearly crashed to the floor in a huddled heap of erratic giggles and high-pitched sounds of girlish amusement. Once she finally found her senses, several squeals and breathy exclamations of "Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod", Anzu finally managed to sit herself down at her computer and think of a wonderful reply to return to her regal crush. As she typed, she constantly talked to herself; it was a way to sooth her nerves as well as a method of keeping her excitement from fading too quickly. She had always been hopeful, but never in her life did she think she would ever receive news like this from Yami of all people. Unfortunately for her, she was wrong in that assumption as well. But a girl in love tended to be blind to the bigger picture; everything that dealt with Yami was lined with gold in her eyes and she failed to see the true hue of reality. Nevertheless, her fingers continued to shape the best response she could translate from the jubilant strummings of her heart.

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" 'Ever since the day I first laid eyes on you, you were just... something I wanted to be like and that I admired. I never knew you had so much interest in me, but I'm not complaining about the care I never knew existed for me. My prince, I'm so glad you care. I can't explain how excited and happy I am knowing the way you feel. You were the man of my dreams and still are to this very day. To tell you the truth, I was always too scared to tell you of my feelings. I've wanted to tell you so many times outright, but the words would always get stuck in my throat. I hated that! But knowing of your strong feelings now, my heart soars like a bird into a clear summer sky. It makes me very happy. The word 'joy' cannot express my extreme happiness right now.

" 'I'm glad you like my eyes! Your purple eyes are like deep cups of wine that I'd love to taste with my own- my wintry gems, as you mentioned before. They are so dark crimson during the day and a light violet by night. Your eyes are so pretty. They dazzle often and sparkle like a shimmering sunset on the ocean. I love it when you gaze at me and smile at me, as rare as it's seemed to have been. In all honesty, I could stare at you for hours and never tire seeing them. I never thought you would be so interested—in me of all people. I honestly thought... your heart was tied to someone else... Someone who was much stronger than I was, much taller, had way more money and was an absolute stubborn mule in human skin. I never thought you would ever hold so much interest towards me, but I seemed to be wrong... and I'm just... so happy for that! Now, you can wait no longer, my prince. I'll happily take you you into my arms as long as you'll accept me. :-) (smiley face)' "

"..." Yami had been struck speechless and dumbfounded after reading aloud the email from Seto's computer. He felt a little sickened. Truth be told, he didn't think he would make it through reading it in its entirety; the sheer mushiness levels of it alone would have gagged him but at the very least just made him extremely uncomfortable. But because Anzu was his friend, he battled through it. However, that wasn't the worst "evil" that Yami was faced with that morning. What added to his humiliation and uneasiness was that very individual Anzu had described was perched behind his desk right next to Yami.

"Hnn," Seto snorted, annoyed as he was amused—albeit it being a rather dark kind of amusement. The CEO remained rather calm and collected in light of both Anzu's and Yami's little mistake of sending their emails to the wrong individual. When he first found out what had happened, and that Yami was been snooping around using HIS email, he laughed bitterly. He thought it was just a bad joke, dealing with Anzu. But now, was he not in the least bit happy about it. And from the way Yami was shoved awake, the alluring royal could certainly concur to Seto's disdain. But once he was informed about the email, Yami easily understood.

The smug CEO sat at his desk with his fingers lightly steepled together. The piercing, somewhat priggish, look that Kaiba was skewering Yami in place with out the corner of his eye wasn't doing the former ruler any favors. Silently, Yami remained slightly hunched with both palms face down atop the mahogany directly next to an intrigued Seto Kaiba. His lips parted several times as he drew in a breath to form the words he wanted to utter. But their shape never left his tongue. Embarrassment would have been one way, a kind way, to illustrate his distraught demeanor. And what was worse was that Seto MADE him read that email out loud to be perfectly certain that what he read earlier in his inbox was correct. And how that their little "humor" hour was over, Seto wanted, demanded, a resolution.

"I'm waiting," Seto stated in a low even tone, awaiting explanation. Although the shape of his voice was imperative the tiniest curve at his mouth, as minuscule as it was, evoked a contradiction. Whatever it was, Seto was gaining the upper-hand by getting under Yami's skin. Seto seemed to always have a knack for easily doing that. One would think Yami was used to it by now, but for some "outrageous" reason, Yami just could not think straight for a few minutes. He had to shake his head to snap out of whatever state he had fallen into for the past few minutes and finally found his voice, "Well... it would appear she mistook my email for yours..." he uttered, his eyes darting around in uncertainty; the obviousness of grasping for anything that would make sense was clear in the inflection of his voice. He certainly was not prepared for this type of situation! He and Seto weren't even together yet! Wait, scratch that. He and Seto weren't even together, period. Why did it matter so much if Yami sent a rather personal, heartfelt, passionate, and suggestive email to not even the last person who should have read it instead of to whom it was meant for? Because the recipient should have been THE Seto Kaiba, that's why.

"I can see that," Seto returned flatly, glancing over Yami's stature briefly. The uneasiness and guilt from such a folly was evident in Yami's body language. Seto could think of only a handful of times he'd seen his exotic rival so shaken and bemused. A pity. He would have enjoyed it if he were the one who had caused Yami to feel this way, directly. But that didn't mean he couldn't still toy with the other male in some way, although he was not very happy with the current situation, "And this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been using my email to begin with."

"I already told you, I was half-asleep when I did that!" Yami retaliated, pinning his gaze straight at Seto.

"But you were awake enough to write her something?" the CEO gestured, taking his eyes from Yami to send a glare to the computer screen. To this, Yami sighed and ran a hand through his spiked locks, "No!...I mean, yes! Wait, no that isn't right!"

"..." Seto's brow twitched. His frigid eyes crept eerily over to Yami, harboring a rather perilous look. Upon instinct, Yami returned the expression with a daring one of his own. He'd be lying if he had stated Seto's gaze didn't intimidate him in some way, but it certainly did its job to make him start explaining.

"...Look Kaiba," he began sternly, "I did not write prose specifically for her. I wrote it for..." he paused, sending his eyes elsewhere. Yami felt the answer was too obvious. Part of him wanted to speak on it and put it out there, but another part wanted to keep it hidden. Yet, just like many weeks before when Yami had first mustered whatever it was that spurred him to show Seto his writings the first time, he again felt the need to share from his heart with his rival once more. If he wrote this for Seto to see it in the first place, then it would be foolish to withhold the truth from him now, "...It... the prose I wrote was for you...Kaiba..."

This was the perfect opportunity for Seto to pretend he didn't hear that; it crossed his mind to fluster Yami into repeating his confession louder, but the annoyance of this entire situation led him to otherwise. "And you let someone else other than me see it?" he accused, his eyes thinning into slits. No one other than he was supposed to see Yami's innermost feelings and thoughts. No one, "I can't accept that." How could Yami make a mistake like that? His sleepiness was no excuse! Even after all the things they had written and shared with each other—the hints they dropped, the taunting they touched on... Seto had believed there was something much deeper going on between them that Yami just wasn't ready to commit to just yet. Any excuse was unacceptable. And because it was, he enjoyed grilling his other like this to watch him visibly squirm under the givings of his attitude.

"I was exhausted!"

"And I should care for your excuses...because why?" Seto continued, turning in his chair to fully face Yami. Although he was a little perturbed, there was a new, annoying, smirk tugging at his lips. The expression wavered into Yami's eyes like a taunt; knowing Seto, it most likely was. He was amused by this? Why wasn't he furious? What did he know that Yami hadn't caught yet?

"Listen... while she is my friend and I care for her, she is not the one to have my heart. I assure you that I do not share her feelings..." Yami clarified in an even, sonorous tone.

Of course Kaiba knew that, but he wanted to hear it directly from the source.

There was a sincerity and truth in Yami's wording that allowed there to be more to the imagination from what he didn't directly say. While he confessed that he didn't share her feelings, whose feelings did he share? Who did he have feelings for?

The answer was quite obvious although it hadn't been spoken plainly. But it had been seen, heard in padded detail, and both emotionally, and especially physically, felt between the two of them. While he still wasn't pleased with the mistake, Seto knew better. He was behaving like a child, feeling as if he always had to share his Yami with everyone else only to have a misunderstanding like this where there was an obvious conflict of interest.

Pause.

Did he just think of Yami as HIS?

He sure did. And it was about time Yami knew this. Firsthand. Seto had planned on making it known at some point, but his reasons to rush were overruled out of his respect towards Yami wanting to take things slowly. Now, he felt compelled more than ever to have all know who and what belonged to him. Casually, he crossed his legs and his arms while keeping his attention on the sole individual who was worthy enough to be allowed entry near his heart.

"Why are you explaining yourself to me. You don't need to be so defensive. It was a simple mistake right?" he jested in an voice that was eerily very calm and inviting.

A sudden sting of silence slithered throughout the room. Did Yami hear him correctly? First Seto was pressuring him into giving answers, and now he's backing off?

"Is this a trick?"

"Do you really have to ask me that?"

The answer Yami was about to give was swiftly changed at the last second from the clutching expression Seto offered. Instead, the former royal sighed and led his eyes away from the desk and Seto to a nondescript portion of the room, "... ….No... No, I suppose not..."

"So where is yours? Read it to me."

Yami tensed slightly, his emotions apparent in his hesitation. But if he had the intention of showing Seto in the first place, then he should have no problem doing it now. Seto allowed him the space to pull up the original email he sent on his laptop so Yami could present his prose to its rightful audience. As he voiced the emotions and perceptions towards Kaiba from what he had written, he took small pauses between obvious hints. Kaiba noticed these hesitant mannerisms but he didn't say a word about them. Why would he when he had the scandalous view of a blushing Yami in his direct presence? Such an image was something he'd want to have etched into his mind for the years to come. As Yami concluded with the final line "I am waiting for you..." he pushed himself away from the desk in order to face Seto fully; half-lidded honesty prancing in his eyes.

"Why wait..." Seto murmured without realizing. The words just dropped from his mouth. In surprise from such an earnest answer, Yami visibly flinched, causing the tips of his bangs to kiss his rosy cheeks. "What? Did I hear you correctly?"

"..." Seto didn't speak a word in response. His eyes were the only beacon towards his inward unspoken feelings. Those mystical, deep crystals that boasted so much, and held such a high regard for the other before them—those "diamonds". They held a pull that Yami found extremely difficult to not be lost in their gravitation. This was exactly what Yami wanted, what he requested in his prose just now. The best part about it was, it was done automatically out of familiarity instead of suggestion. The two of them naturally shared a bond through a wavelength discovered and explored through their eyes alone.

No one remembered who made the move first. In the honesty of the moment, initiations lost their meaning as instinct took its place. The next thing Yami realized, he was atop Seto's desk on his back, clothes ruffled and wrinkled by Kaiba's grip and their mouths fighting in the color of lust.

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At Anzu's house, the poor girl was both livid and nearly to tears from the revelation she received in her inbox. After she had calmed down, she wrote out her experience in her journal.

"My love was mistaken. I can't believe it...! MY pharaoh, I thought, only had eyes for me! But it turns out he didn't even like women... ! My heart bled when I found this out. I was devastated, I was so so sad. So so so so sad. Beyond sad. My sadness brought tears to burn my eyes. It hurt so badly and my heart shared its tearing ache.

"If he had just told me, I would have still been sad, but I'd be a little more accepting of his honesty. Now instead...I was oh-so-wonderfully graced with such descriptive explanation of what happened the day before... That jerk. Kaiba! It was bad enough Yami never returned my feelings or him... But I didn't need to know how willing he was to be pressed under...him... ! What did he write to me? I should delete it... the gall of him... This is what Kaiba sent me:

" 'If you're reading this , that means your 'beloved' and I have already had sex by now. And being the thoughtful guy I am, I figured I'd share it with you. His vulnerable body easily responded to my actions. The way he approached me on the bed on all fours was a sight I never thought I'd ever imagine him in or how good he'd look in it before me. His eyes taunted me and beckoned to me to allow him access to whatever he pleased. I'll never forget the misty haze in his eyes, full of want and need, as he took my cock into his mouth in one motion. He was earnest to become filled with me while I wanted to devour all of him. He was a rather loud and noisy partner but each sound heightened my determination to claim more from him. I took his desperate body for hours. His moans drove me insane from how easy it was to please him. Every time I touched him a new sound enriched in power would cry out, pant or bellow my name.

" 'Seto! Seto!'

" 'His tongue was branded with it. Now, don't you feel jealous? Go find a man who's interested in women next time. I'd tell you more, but I have to go now. Your 'beloved' is waking up and looking eager for another round.

" ' -MajesticPNS' "

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When Yami finally awoke, it was nearly noon. His slender body shifted under the bedsheets as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. At least he tried too, but he was much too sore and he switched to his knees instead. Instinctively, he glanced to the spot in the bed where Seto spent the night with him. A hint of remorse tugged at his heart from waking up alone, but the note placed atop the sheets in Seto's place gave him a slither of hope. As he picked it up, the scent of his lover drifted into his senses. He closed his eyes briefly as the memory of what happened returned to him in colorful detail, causing his body to tingle.

Earlier, when at his office and they finally had their first actual kiss, the two of them were frantic in exploring the other's form. Their hands grabbed, clawed and squeezed any part of their bodies they could claim through their feverish, bruising kisses. Yami remembered being on his back for the majority of it atop Seto's desk; his hips had a mind of their own from the way they responded so willingly and naturally to Seto's movements. It wasn't long before their shirts had became nothing but figments of the past and were discarded to aimless places in the room. Only when Seto fumbled with undoing Yami's pants that the other male stopped him. In husky tones, Yami suggested they finish in the bedroom hidden in the office. And in contrast to how impatient Seto was to finally take Yami, he was very careful and slow with his actions-slow until he felt Yami was adjusted well enough to him, that is. But he certainly got Yami back for making him wait so long when it was obvious who wanted who and how badly in their literature alone. But it was a delicious suffering that Yami accepted quite willingly; his desperate moans of Seto's name decorated the room and soon transformed into a potent mantra.

A content hum resonated through Yami as he recalled their sensual unity. Never in his life had he been met with so much passion and tenderness even. He knew Kaiba was more than capable of giving it, but actually experiencing it was an entirely different entity in itself. And Yami loved it. With a sigh, he let his eyes brush over the note Seto had left him. His mind was still in a haze from last night and part of this morning; it took him a few times after skimming the paper to finally absorb what was written there.

"I have no words to give you that haven't been already revealed. There is nothing that I can say that can replace or hold superiority over what had transpired between two individuals that contain a mutual respect for the other. …. I don't want to say anything. I need to show you, to prove it to you, to etch it onto your body, breathe you in and unearth all that compiles you. I want to claim all of you, I want to uncover everything that is you and keep you for myself. My contradiction, my exception, my thrill, my vulnerability... I've become a part of you, but I still desire more; I need more, I need you. … ...Imagine some descriptive, flowery metaphoric nonsense inserted here because I am not going to be a master of it in a day. ...Not that you are either...

"Anyway, I had to go out to pick up a few things for our breakfast. I'll be back whenever I get there. Oh, one more thing...I wouldn't bother that fan girl of yours. She's quite upset with you.

~ Seto K. "

Yami double blinked from the oddity of the last statement and squinted at the paper as if there was some secret code somewhere that he didn't catch. Fan girl? Who did he mean? A shiver ran through Yami as he pondered this, but not from thinking of who the person might be. His body was still sore in many different places and even the tiniest move he made sent a sharp jolt throughout him. Well no use dwelling on it for now. With Seto not being there to nearly pound him through the mattress, Yami had the liberty of using the facilities now.

After a hot shower and getting dressed in whatever clean clothes he could find, Yami took it upon himself to leave the secret bedroom, enter Seto's office and check his email. He had been gone all night so maybe Grandpa had sent him a message or something. Only, when he opened the laptop, the screen instantly showed Seto's outgoing emails. Immediately, he knew Seto had left this here on purpose for him to see. An amused snort left him as his eyes scanned over the details of some of the addresses when one of them caught his eye. He recognized it right away as Anuz's and clicked on it. Needless to say, he was not prepared to witness what he had just read! And what in the world was a "MajesticPNS"?

"Wh-what!" he exclaimed to himself, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, "W-we didn't-I-I didn't-! WE HAVE DONE NONE OF THIS! Seto is lying to this girl!"

While that made him a little upset, Yami was also faintly humored, as well as relieved, that Seto did not share the actual details of their union behind closed doors. Instead, he made up something to piss off Anzu with to make her even more jealous and to further prove just how much Yami belonged to him.

"Of all the nerve-!" Yami sputtered, with a forced laugh. That was Seto all right. Leave it to him to try and horde Yami all to himself. Yami had never spoke it, but he did enjoy being thought so highly of like that from Seto. Sometimes. However, he was no one's plaything...

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Minutes later, Seto returned with a few groceries in hand: bagels, a carton of eggs, coffee and some other things for a quick meal that could be made in the mini kitchen in the room one door down from his office. After setting aside the items atop his desk he looked for Yami, taking note of his laptop being closed. After checking all the rooms of his office and determined that Yami wasn't there, he opened his laptop and was met with a note. His eyes narrowed upon identifying it as Yami's scribbled cursive handwriting and he snatched it off the monitor to gain a closer look.

"A man with a large ego as his prize,

who takes pride in its prodigious size,

once angered a girl.

His wrath unfurled,

he shattered her hopes and gave them demise.

"Doing such a thing gave him great relish

as one could clearly see he was jealous.

Friends of his other,

his new-found lover,

struck this man as things that made him grimace.

"His significant other found out this

and scowled at his partner's bliss.

To teach a lesson,

he left the dwelling

to return when his presence was amiss.

"And yes, I meant to use 'amiss' there. It rhymed didn't it? And you would consider my leaving as 'wrong'. So if you're reading this, turn around."

Clutching the sonnet-note in his fist tight enough to crumple it in half, Seto whipped around behind him and found himself face to face with a rather priggish Yami-who was wearing one of HIS shirts, no less. The garment was 3 sizes too long and wide on Yami and despite the petite man's lean muscular frame, Seto's shirt draped along his body like a slanted cape. It was a simple v-neck undershirt but on Yami it was very off the shoulder and nearly reached his knees. Seto couldn't believe he was witnessing this right now. What was he wearing under there anyway?

"Have you lost your mind, standing in front of the windows like that? And take that off, you look ridiculous!"

"I just took a shower. Since I obviously have no clean clothes of my own to wear, I had the choice of waltzing around her in the nude or to wear something of yours. I guess the obvious selection was well... obvious."

After tossing the note atop the desk, Seto took one brisk step towards Yami and pushed him back in the direction of the hidden room. Good thing it was a Sunday, otherwise he would have run risk of a random secretary of some sort seeking access into the office for whatever she felt what duties were required of her. No one could see Yami like this. Even Seto didn't want to see him like this. Every part of his skin that was exposed stirred something within him that he was not ready to act upon just yet. He wanted to at least eat first. While he may have been in his sexual prime, Seto Kaiba was still not a machine—although according to Yami, that hadn't been scientifically proven yet. ...In terms of writing, that is.

"Take it off, now"

"But, Seto, I have nothing else to put on!"

"There are bedsheets aren't there?"

"I am NOT wrapping myself in a sheet like some ghost!" If only Yami had been more aware of his past right now, he would have realized the true irony of that statement, "What would you suggest I do then? Wear nothing?"

"...I didn't say that either..." Seto trailed off, giving Yami a rather hungry look. In such a gaze, Yami took a step back, "Did...didn't you buy some food...?"

"I did..."

"And where is it?"

"..."

"... … Is there...something wrong?"

"..." Seto didn't respond; his only indications to what his unspoken words implied were the slow nearing steps that he initiated towards the man before him. The closer he became, Yami felt his heart pound faster against his chest. His eyes fleeted upto meet Kaiba's, then flew over to the bed, "Uh..."

But before he could think of what Seto would do next, the shirt was grabbed and pulled suddenly over Yami's head.

…...

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Three more pleasing romps had been added on to the previous 2 total that they had earlier the night before and that morning. It was now nearing 3 pm and Yami's little body was thoroughly exhausted. At least they had eaten a little something in-between. But it seemed whenever Seto looked his way and opened his mouth to allow some challenging quip to emerge, Yami ended up stripped and completely taken. While he made some protests to the frequency, the carnal sounds that were thrust from him—literally– led Seto on to conquer more of his lover. He wanted to make love to Yami until the smaller could hardly form a sound without wincing from the rawness of his throat from how many gasps, shouts and mewls were wrought upon it.

It would seem that he had succeeded... to say the least.

"A prideful rival

bested well into silence

at his king's bedside..."

Not wanting to hear anything else from Seto's mouth at the moment, especially not anything poetic, Yami groaned raspingly into the bedsheets and covered his head with a pillow, "Please, do NOT speak to me right now..."

"Hnn..."

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Note!

MajesticPNS is a joke to myself lol because of an OLD story I wrote where that was Seto's screenname while Yami's was Casablanca and Yūgi's was Roman_Hands_Russian_Fingers (roaming hands, rushing fingers)

FINALLY DONE! BAH! It originally came to about 5-6 pages long...but then Kaiyami wanted more "screen time" sooooooo yeah.

-Mel