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P.P.S. This Is YAMIxSETO dont like it? get outta here.

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Wanting the Need That Needs Your Wanting

SEVEN

Yami was woken by a knock on the front door.

He managed his eyes open, and found himself wrapped in the arms of a sexy brunet. He snuggled closer.

Oh, but the door knocked again.

Damn it.

Yami pulled himself off the bed, managed to find his pants, and walked to the door, pulling it open with a yawn. "Yugi?"

Oh damn.

"Oh good, I'm glad I caught you before work," Yugi invited himself in and went straight for the kitchen through the walls of boxes.

"What's up Yugi? I was just about ready to get in the shower."

"It's quick." Yugi says setting two boxes on the table. "I came over to say 'Happy Birthday.' I wanted you to open your present before you had to go to work."

Yami smiled. He'd forgot it was his birthday. "Thank you."

"You forgot?"

Oops. "No, no I didn't, I just wasn't expecting anything."

Yugi chuckled. "Too bad. This one is from me, and this one is from Gramps."

Yami pulled the ribbon off the first box and pulled the lid off. It was filled with brightly covered candies. All of which Yami recognized. "All of my favorites."

"Of course." Yugi smiled.

Yami pulled one out and unwrapped it. It was a caramel chew. "Thank you." He worked on getting the paper off the second, much smaller box. Inside was a card. It read: Sunday, 4:00p.m., Kame Game Shop. Be there or be square. "What's this?"

"You read it. I have to go," Yugi turned and made for the door.

"Yugi?" Yami fallowed him.

"I can't tell you anything." And he was gone out the door.

Before he could pull the door open, he heard the man in his home clear his throat. Yami turned to Kaiba leaning against the support beam that ran through his studio, his pants left open, no shirt in sight. Yami was struck for a moment, his eyes licking up Seto toned body.

"Birthday huh?"

Oh god. "No."

"I don't believe you." The brunet walked up to him.

"Who gave you permission to eavesdrop?"

Kaiba chuckles. "I don't need permission." He touched their lips together. Yami's butterflies exploded around his stomach.

"Says you. I didn't recall giving you permission to get out of my bed either."

"I didn't need permission to get into it last night."

Yami blushed a little. "Still, never gave you permission."

"Where is your shower?"

"Nowhere for you."

Kaiba brushed his lips to his again. Yami teetered on the balls of his feet to kiss more fully. "Where is your shower?"

"I'll never tell you."

Another light brush, another burn of passion through Yami.

"You can't hold out forever."

"Watch me."

Kaiba started down his neck, pushing him to the door. At the base of his neck, at the shoulder, he buried his teeth into Yami's skin. Every inch of Yami's body tensed and screamed for more. "Nev…er" Yami manages. "Especially not with this kind of torture."

Kaiba just gave him a smirk, let him go, walked over to the bed and gathered his clothes, pulling them on.

Yami watched, confused, leaning against the door.

"Fine, looks like I will just have to go home and use my own."

"No!" Yami snapped suddenly. "You didn't get permission to leave." Yami watched him walk closer.

Kaiba stepped up to him and looked down, his blue eyes burning holes into his violet ones. "I'm being a rebel." Prickles raced over his skin as Seto swooped in on him.

"I don't think so. Rebels get punished."

"Oh?"

Yami smirked a little smirk of his own. He touched their lips together, letting Kaiba take over a little. He pushed the man backwards, He stopped for a moment, tugging a little at his boss's shirt with one hand, the other opening a drawer on the desk to the left of them.

He fished around for a moment, found what he was looking for. Kaiba pulled his shirt off, and pressed himself against Yami. Yami just let him, kissing and leading him back to a chair.

Yami grabbed his wrist, and shoved the man into his seat, with the other hand, he clamped a handcuff around the man's wrist, and around the back of the chair.

"You have now become my prisoner." Yami says standing straight up.

Kaiba looked at him, pulled his wrist forward. "You sneaky little rat. I'll pay you back for this."

"Oh yeah?" Yami asks taking a little step back. "How are you going to do that? You're handcuffed to my chair."

"You'll have to let me go sooner or later."

"Says who?" Yami turns from him. "Maybe I'll let you out after my shower."

"Atem Yami!"

"Ho-ho! My full name, oh yeah, that'll scare me." Yami looks over his shoulder. Seto sat in the chair, a serious look on his face. "You really think that I would really leave you handcuffed to my chair and just walk away?" He stepped back up to his boss. "Oh, no. I'd much

rather just torture you like this."

He sat on the brunet's lap, one leg on each side, put a hand on each shoulder and looked deep into his boss's electric blue eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned closer, bringing their faces closer.

Once close enough, Seto leaned forward to meet the kiss. Yami sat back. Then leaned slowly closer. Clearly, once was enough for the man. He used his free hand to snatch Yami behind the head and force their lips together...

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