Title: Eternal Forgiveness

Summary: Siegfried returns several months after the tournament that he ruined to see if a certain CEO will accept his forgiveness, but he may acquire more than he knew he wanted.

Contains: Yaoi, random flashback on sieg's part, this time in the presence of others. But don't worry, it's brief.

Pairing: Seto X Siegfried

Disclaimer: I Do not own yu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children's eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have.

Author's Note: In this chapter, Seto's had enough of playing games, he intended to force his guest to either accept the fact that his apologies won't be accepted, or to leave, but how can he do something so cold before his curiosity is slaked? Why the hell is the German suddenly so clingy? And why the hell does he care!?

"Stand up."

"I can't…Please, I can't. It hurts."

"Now!"

"Ouch, stop it!...Please!"

"Stand up!...That's a good boy. Now stop crying…Now!"

"I'm trying! Please don't!"

"Are you going to try to leave me again?"

"Father, please!"

"Answer me!"

"No."

"No what?"

"No, I won't leave you!"

"Really? I don't believe that."

"Father…Don't!...Don't!"

"Don't!" What had once been a hot room was now cold, what had once been a small body was now large, but the grip that was once around his wrist was still around it.

"Don't what?" Siegfried stared up at him dazedly.

"Why are you…"

"You disappeared. Mokuba wondered where you went." Kaiba wasn't glaring, that was an improvement, but in the dark he couldn't read the other man's face. "You keep forgetting that you're his guest."

Siegfried continued to stare at him, as if he hadn't heard a thing. Just stared. Stared with eyes wide enough to fall into, if he hadn't caught himself.

"Why are you in bed? It's not even seven O'clock yet. Are you sick?" Was that concern in his voice? Was Seto Kaiba worrying about him? No, that was too odd to fathom.

"Sick?" Kaiba rolled his eyes and finally released his grasp on the German's thin wrist.

"Sick, are you sick?" Siegfried continued staring, but this time at his own hand, as if expecting it to be deformed after having the other CEO touch it.

"What?" Kaiba growled.

"Wake up already!" Shouting seemed to work. The German shook his head, his long hair flowed into less haphazard places, and his eyes went back to being open a normal amount.

"I am, I am. What do you want?" Siegfried rubbed his left eye roughly and sat up.

"To see why you're in bed."

"Because I'm tired!" He didn't know why he was surprised that Siegfried was quick to anger.

"It's too early for you to be tired."

"I haven't slept well since I got here, thanks to you."

"Thanks to me, hu? What did I do? Humor me." Kaiba looked down at the man who seemed to immediately shrink beneath his gaze.

"You said those stupid things," he muttered, not thinking at all. He never thought clearly after rest, definitely not after nightmares. His father used to prey on that. "You made me have to think about it."

"Think about what, exactly?" Kaiba spat, not liking the odd tone of voice the flustered German had adopted.

"It!" Changing the subject, Kaiba decided, became a very good option. Siegfried looked as if he were about to morph into the devil. Hate burned deeply in his eyes, even in the darkness it was legible.

"What were you dreaming about? You almost tore my arm off, you know." He could've sworn the man whimpered. He was sure of it. It was such an oddly weak sound. A sigh, he could understand. A growl, a hiss, a nervous twirl of the hair, a quick glance to the right, but a whimper? What was a next? A sob?

"Dreaming," Siegfried repeated. "Yes. I don't remember." That was a lie, but Kaiba didn't feel cruel enough to call him on it. "Why were you touching me?"

"You wouldn't wake up when I shouted at you, so I thought shoving you would help. Instead, you grabbed me until I pried you off with my other hand." Siegfried met his gaze for a moment, but soon looked away again. "What's the matter with you?" Kaiba inquired after nearly five minutes of silence. He then wondered, after speaking, why he was still there. He should've left the German to his nightmares. His nightmares where he cried Halt and Bitte. His voice sounded better in his natural tongue.

"Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you? Sneaking into my room and watching me sleep like a pervert." He was masking his discomfort with anger. Kaiba didn't know why, but he responded by stealing the lock of hair away from the fingers that began twisting it. It was soft, almost like silk, surprisingly soft for such mistreated hair. A few strands were broken and coarse from the obsessive attention, but other than that it was perfectly smooth. It felt good to touch it. "Stop it!" Siegfried cried out after a moment, knocking Kaiba's hand away almost painfully. Kaiba stared at him for a moment, but this time he dropped his gaze rather than waiting for Siegfried to submit. Something in those turquoise eyes did not look submissive at that moment.

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"So when are you leaving?" Kaiba said, walking the halls with Siegfried at his side. He'd succeeded in calling the man from his room, but it was hard to strike up a conversation with him after "fondling" his hair, as Siegfried put it.

"Not until you allow me to apologize."

"You already have, Siegfried." The German shrugged.

"But you haven't accepted it."

"And I'm not going to."

"Then I'm going to have to find a new approach, and eventually you will. And then I'll leave." Kaiba felt like slapping him, but he pressed him against the wall instead.

"What do you mean by new approaches? More flowers? Less eating? What?" He didn't know why smashing the other man against the wall made him feel better, but the feeling was like a drug. The urge to snap particular bones of Siegfried's body had to be the left over emotions from the tournament.

"No, neither of those." Siegfried hardly seemed ruffled at all. Sure, fear was present in his eyes, but that fear looked oddly similar to sheer surprise. Could it be that he was used to getting shoved around like this? That couldn't be it. The man had lived a life of spoiled luxury.

"What then?" The inquiry was more directed to his internal questions, but Siegfried was unaware of that.

"This." And for a short second, Kaiba felt cold, but soft, lips pressed gently against his own.

Did they just kiss? Yes, I believe they did, even if it was just a little one sided. Oh, a cliffy. And I have no urge to write any more tonight. I uploaded all six of these chapters in one day, and I started them the night before. I think I deserve a break. But hey, my wrist isn't hurting yet, so I could keep going, but my brain is out of ideas so I think I'm done.