The bartender must have pushed the lever to make the furniture reappear while the Pharaoh was too busy melting into Kaiba's arms to notice; as Seto pushed him backwards, he found himself lying across a table which definitely hadn't been there while they were duelling. His legs were spread in the air with Kaiba pressed up between them, warm yet the very opposite of the soft comfort of Yuugi's body that he was accustomed to.

Even through the fabric of his trousers, he could feel Kaiba's bulge prodding him lightly in the ass as their hips moved together like frantic, drunken bunnies. He was so hard it was physically painful, and his belts were digging uncomfortably into the small of his back, where they'd been displaced. But the tension of being so close to being fucked yet knowing that this was probably the wrong time, wrong place, was too delicious to give up just yet.

"You did say that I might have to bend you over a table," snarled Kaiba, his breath rasping as he looked down on the writhing Pharaoh, whose tanned skin was glowing beautifully pink as beads of sweat formed on his forehead beneath untamed tendrils of blonde.

"And you did lose the duel, fair and square," agreed the Pharaoh. He glanced over towards the bartender, who had been very attentively rubbing the same pristinely sparkling glass for five straight minutes. "But perhaps we should take this elsewhere?"

Seto gave a derisive laugh. "Oh no, not just yet. I'm going to make you my bitch right here on this table… then I'm going to take you home."

The Pharaoh damn near whimpered at those words; there was a small, damp patch in his boxers from all this anticipation, and he needed to find some way to stall before it was all over too quickly. "Aren't we going to need some lube? This isn't a bad yaoi manga." At least, he certainly hoped it wasn't.

The bartender finally placed the gleaming glass with the others, and cleared his throat. As if by magic, a shiny chrome lotion dispenser had appeared on the bar. Seto held out a hand, and the bartender threw it over with a knowing smile, perfectly aimed into Kaiba's palm. For a drunk man, the Pharaoh had to admit it was a fantastic catch.

"I told you my tips were generous," murmured Kaiba, placing the bottle on the table beside them.

"I'll just be heading out for a smoke break," said the bartender quietly, gesturing outside.

"That man doesn't even smoke. He won't be back until I'm done with you."

Fine, scratch that thing about not being impressed by tacky displays of wealth – this particular tacky display of wealth was music to the Pharaoh's ears. Finally, he could let himself relax into whatever Kaiba wanted to do, without worrying about being watched or listened in on by some random bartender. A hot bartender, but still.

The Pharaoh's arms were above his head, with the spikes in his wristbands catching slightly in his explosion of hair. He watched eagerly as Seto looked over his body, wondering where to begin. It looked more like he was plotting out some grand chess strategy than preparing to ravage someone, but it still somehow drove the Pharaoh wild with impatient lust. Perhaps it's a compliment from Kaiba, he thought, to be treated like a sexy strategy game.

But by this point, he was beyond any kind of reason – all he wanted was Kaiba's cock inside him.

Seto's long fingers traced over the Pharaoh's belt buckles and teased them open for the second time that evening, then he pulled up the tank top as far as it would go and kissed his nipples, each in turn, before nibbling at the left. His hand curled around the chain holding the millennium puzzle until his knuckles were white, then he tugged on it until the Pharaoh's lips smashed up against his. The frenzy of kisses that followed left both men breathless.

"Are you just going to lie there, Pharaoh?" asked Kaiba, when he finally had to admit defeat and withdraw for air. "Take off that tank top or I'm going to rip it off."

"I'd like to see you try," said the Pharaoh, with far more of a smirk than was reasonable for someone in his position.

With a grunt of determination, Kaiba grabbed a handful of the tank top in each hand and pulled as hard as he could; to both of their surprise, the fabric gave a satisfying rip as it tore all the way down, revealing most of the Pharaoh's chest. Seto ran his hands all over the warm, muscled skin before leaning down and stealing another bite of his left nipple, causing the Pharaoh to wince slightly at the sweet sting.

Seto's hands made surprisingly light work of undoing the Pharaoh's trousers, then pulling them down while he wriggled impatiently on the table beneath him. He paused briefly to stroke the quivering head beneath the Pharaoh's stretched boxers, then tugged those away too and grinned with satisfaction at how impossibly hard and flushed he found his cock.

With one hand, he deftly dispensed some lube and warmed it up between fingers and thumb, before gently rubbing it along the respectable length of the Pharaoh's shaft; the Pharaoh trembled on the table, half with cold as a breeze from the open door tickled his damp skin, and half with the agony of anticipating Kaiba's next touch.

"I never thought it would be so much fun to watch you squirm like this, Pharaoh."

But the Pharaoh was in no state to be putting words together into sentences. He watched helplessly as Kaiba unzipped his own trousers and pulled them down just far enough to let his dick spring out proudly from behind the waistband of his underwear, then he reached across for more lube.

"Let's see how much more I can make you squirm, shall we? You might have beat me at Duel Monsters, but I'm the one with the power now."

The Pharaoh felt the warm lube, then Seto's finger, as they made gentle contact with his asshole, all while he maintained a slow rhythm with his other hand. Even just that light touch had him moaning out loud in a voice even higher than Yuugi's; his eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed against the finger, willing Seto to just hurry up and get it inside him.

Kaiba gave him one finger, then two, and watched with satisfaction as the Pharaoh's face screwed up in agonising pleasure.

"More." The Pharaoh's voice was barely more than a hoarse, breathless whisper. "Please." He might have been embarrassed by the way that he was begging, had he been capable of thinking about anything else at that moment, but his brain was thoroughly addled with a potent mixture of cocktails and desire.

"No, Pharaoh, not now," he said, and withdrew both of his hands, leaving a powerful tingling sensation raging through the Pharaoh's entire body. He grabbed more lube, and applied it liberally to himself. "You've humiliated me enough times at Duel Monsters, and ignored enough of my messages asking for a rematch, and now I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine." An oddly cruel laugh came from his smug grin. "It hurts, doesn't it, just how close you are?"

Nodding, with uneven, rough breaths, the Pharaoh said, "It's agony. Beautiful agony." Then he chuckled, in a tone to match Kaiba's. "Although… I'd wager nowhere near as agonising as losing your own tournament."

"Is this really the time to be bringing that up?" Kaiba sneered, pinching the tiniest bit of loose skin on the Pharaoh's thigh. He dragged the Pharaoh forward a few inches by pulling his legs, then pushed his well-lubricated dick into the hole that had been begging for it all evening; it took all of him right away, and the Pharaoh's blissful cries echoed throughout the room.

Seto had all the intention of following up with at least one decent comeback, among as many sneering taunts as he could fit between energetic thrusts, but the sensation of the Pharaoh's ass enveloping his cock almost made his knees buckle, and all that came out of his mouth instead was a chain of random euphoric noises.

The Pharaoh lay back as Seto fucked him like a rag doll, resting his ankles on Kaiba's shoulders and relishing the exquisite pain of having been brought so close to orgasm twice now in one night. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying this date far more than he ever imagined he would; as he moved his hips in time with Kaiba's, he watched as the other man's face twisted in ecstasy, every so often emitting guttural, animal growls, and shivered all over.

Suddenly, Seto grabbed hold of his shoulders, digging his short nails deep into the flesh, and pulled the Pharaoh close to him. His teeth sank into the Pharaoh's neck as his cock pulsed, unleashing its load, and he made a very similar sort of sound to the one he reserved for winning at Duel Monsters – not that that was a sound the Pharaoh was overly familiar with.

As he pulled out, his fringe dripping with sweat and his usually pale cheeks bursting with colour, a thick trickle of his cum dribbled out of the Pharaoh's ass and down his leg. The Pharaoh was still agonisingly hard, and feeling the volume of semen dripping out of him only made him twitch and shiver all the more.

"Well, would you look at the time," said Kaiba, looking remarkably smug for someone who could barely stand. "It's time to… dress, so I can take you home and fuck you again."

"Ha ha, very funny," said the Pharaoh, rolling his eyes as he put his own feet on the floor and steadied himself on the table. He got himself dressed with as much dignity as he could muster, which, granted, was not a lot. He had to fasten his belts on the loosest hole just to avoid the pain of crushing his erection again, and his tank top remained in tatters. He wrapped his jacket around himself and fastened it up tightly, in case anyone saw them on their way home and asked awkward questions.

Almost as soon as the Pharaoh was decent again, the bartender returned and asked politely if they would like to order anything else to drink.

"I'll have one more Margarita," said the Pharaoh, wishing it was less obvious that he'd just been fucked silly. His hair was always a little on the crazy side, but it was all tangled and out of place, and some of it was greasy where Seto had grabbed hold of it with lube-covered fingers.

"I'll have the same, I suppose."

They sat and sipped on their Margaritas, and the Pharaoh furtively checked his phone. The night was surprisingly young, but he did have one message from Yuugi letting him know that he was going to sleep now, and that he couldn't wait to feel the Pharaoh's arms around him. He smiled at that; he couldn't wait to get home to Yuugi either, but first… there was still some business to settle.

"I can't stay out all night, Kaiba, but I'll stay out long enough for you to finish with me."

"I don't think I'll ever be finished with you, Pharaoh, not until I win a duel against you… but your point is taken. I guess that means it's time to… drink up and get in the limo then, dork."

"I think you're probably the dork for making that joke for the third time in one evening." But the Pharaoh finished his drink anyway.

"Hmph, well, at least I don't get a nosebleed every five minutes when I'm turned on."

The Pharaoh instinctively reached for his nose, and wiped a significant trickle of blood onto his sleeve. Then he grinned at Seto, and laughed. "I think you'd better look in the mirror."