･ Case 001 ･

by prettiugli

Kaiba is overworked, stressed and fatigued. He collapses and is rushed to the hospital. He wakes up with clinical amnesia, unable to remember the people around him. Mischievous Yami seizes the opportunity to re-introduce himself to Kaiba, as his lover. [AU, Prideshipping, smut heavy, COMPLETED]

10. please don't save me

Kaiba felt his phone lightly buzz beneath his pillow and he quickly slid a hand down to silence it, feeling extremely groggy. His head felt unnaturally heavy and he cursed his concussion. Rolling over tiredly, his nose was instantly buried in a crop of spiky blonde hair and Kaiba stiffened, his heart thumping frantically in his chest.
Yami.

Kaiba let his breath out in a controlled sigh, feeling his heart race even faster. He was never going to get used to this.

He lightly brushed back a strand of Yami's hair, watching him shift softly in his sleep. Kaiba smiled happily and he heard a faint, low buzzing coming from his desk. He carefully slid out of bed and remembered he'd forgotten to switch off the spare phone. He had intended to gift it to Yami, but they had gotten...distracted.

Kaiba made his way over to the desk, his eye catching the flurry of notifications flying across the screen as the phone continued to buzz loudly, some mentioning "At: Kaiba_Seto".

Kaiba grit his teeth and slid this thumb across the bottom of the screen, unsure if he would like what he was about to see.

He read the first two comments with great apprehension:

"Look at At:Kaiba_Seto's soft expression. Utterly. Disgusting. What a waste."

"At:Atem Acting so familiar with Seto Kaiba! Beginning to wonder how long they've been dating!" -laughing emoji-

Kaiba gripped the phone tightly and kept scrolling down, a strange feeling uncurling in his chest. Was it relief? Kaiba didn't know.

He kept reading, listening to Yami shift again in his sleep.

"At:Kaiba_Seto IS GAY! It makes sense! But he chooses to date At:Atem, a Yugi look-alike, it doesn't make sense!"

"Watched duel footage from the past 6 months and I can't even tell this At:Atem apart from At:Yuugi_M!"

"At:Atem, Yuugi-kun, your new account & ur manba style is not appreciated. Please change your style again. We will still love you!"

"WOWOWowow. I can't unsee this image. Look where his knee is! Right in At:Kaiba_Seto's crotch! DIRTY! #NSFW #TAGYOURP0RN"

"I would think this is a staged photo but it looks so casually taken! My brain can't process this!"

"At:Atem, SO HANDSOMUU! MORE HANDSOME THAN YUUGI PLEASE PLEASE POST MORE ON YOUR ACCOUNT IS BLANK!"

Kaiba cleared all the notifications and clicked the phone off. Gripping it tightly, he made his way back over to the bed and eased himself back beneath the sheets.
Large, violet eyes blinked sleepily up at him and Kaiba smiled softly, patting the covers around Yami's shoulders, feeling his chest grow warm.

"Good morning." Kaiba said evenly, watching Yami nod and blink once more, burying his face beneath the covers again, his ears red.

Yami pressed his face deeper into the soft pillows, Kaiba's scent drifting up around him warmly as he slowly began to wake up. He reddened instantly when he noticed Kaiba staring softly down at him, apparently wide awake.

Kaiba smiled again and leaned down to press his lips gently across Yami's cheek, feeling Yami's skin heat up beneath his lips. He handed Yami the phone, watching Yami stare at it curiously with his face still half-buried in the pillows.

"Take it, it's yours." Kaiba encouraged, sliding the phone closer towards Yami's face.

Yami sat up quickly, the covers falling softly around his elbows. He stared at the phone sitting atop the comforter, his mind racing with frantic thoughts.
Kaiba was giving him a phone? Why? So he could post more incriminating photos for the world to see?

Kaiba bit back an impatient sigh and grabbed Yami's hand, pressing the phone into his palm, enjoying the way Yami's eyes widened slightly at the corners. He wasn't about to call the game shop or text Yugi whenever he wanted to speak with the Pharaoh. This would be his direct line to Yami.

Yami blushed as Kaiba's hands wrapped firmly around his, and he stared down at the phone in his hand, the black screen shining prettily back at him. Could he really have this?

Yami shivered slightly and gripped the phone tightly, enjoying its weight in his hand.

This was a good way to privately reach Kaiba! Yami gripped the phone even tighter, trying to contain his excitement. He would no longer have to wonder endlessly about how to get closer to Kaiba, while staring stupidly at the game shop phone.
This was an incredible stroke of luck.
Yami vowed to keep the phone close to his body, always.

Kaiba felt a strange sensation rise up inside him as he watched Yami's expression turn into one of pure joy as he clutched the phone to his chest.

"Thank you." Yami managed, feeling himself heat up all over. What a strange and pleasant surprise. This version of Kaiba was...oddly sweet.

Kaiba nodded briskly and leaned his face closer towards Yami, brushing his nose lightly across Yami's spiky blonde bangs. He inhaled deeply; Yami's deep, exotic scent filling his lungs. There was no doubt about it. The strange, tightening, swirling, leaping feeling in his chest, was love.

Yami's breath hitched painfully in his throat as Kaiba leaned closer to him. He swallowed thickly and scrambled out of bed, the covers tangling terribly around his ankles in his haste, almost tripping him as he extracted himself from the sheets. Yami pressed the phone against his pounding heart, willing himself to calm down. It was too early in the morning to do ...anything. Kaiba had to be at the hospital!

Kaiba let out a bark of laughter, watching Yami stumble out of bed, feeling slightly dismayed as he realized Yami had once again pulled away. He eyed Yami headily, noticing the Pharaoh's knuckles were white against the black casing of the phone.
He was nervous.

Kaiba sighed and pushed the covers off himself, sliding carefully off the bed, his toes touching the cold marble floor. If he couldn't keep his hands off Yami, maybe it would be better if Yami kept his distance. At least, until after his brain scan.

"I'll meet you downstairs. Isono should be waiting in the driveway." Kaiba said easily, keeping his gaze fixed steadily out the tall windows of his bedroom.

"Right." Yami responded shortly, and he marched out of the room, making sure to shut the door loudly behind him.

Kaiba let out the breath he had been holding and he stood up from the bed, feeling strangely aroused. Yami was too damn enticing. He made his way over to his wardrobe and hastily got dressed.

Meanwhile, Yami rushed back across the hallway and into the guest room, leaning heavily against the door as he softly pressed it shut behind him. Too dangerous. Waking up to Kaiba gently touching him, giving him gifts, and subsequently trying to kiss him...Yami shook his head, feeling numb all over. It was too much.

The term "hopelessly in love" wouldn't even begin to describe his feelings for Kaiba.

I'm doomed, Yami thought tiredly, staring down at the phone in his hands again, turning it over in the light. The phone was encased in solid metal, matte black with sharp silver corners. Yami smirked to himself. This phone even looked like Kaiba's personality.

He clicked the button at the top, watching Kaiba's logo flash across the screen brightly, and his heart leapt upwards mightily. Suddenly, the phone started flashing and buzzing powerfully in his hands and Yami almost dropped it in surprise.

A flurry of texts jumped across the screen and Yami watched with increasing wonder as he realized, these were all comments from strangers, discussing the photo he had posted yesterday!

He hastily slid a thumb across the bottom of the screen and began reading excitedly, his stomach churning with anxiety as it became clear to him that not all of the comments were positive.

"At: Atem, I am less concerned with your relationship with Seto Kaiba and more concerned with your duels with Seto Kaiba. Staging duels is dishonest. Please respond."

"Will At:Kaiba_Seto date a woman after he is through with At:Atem? I smell fish. He's doing this for publicity to draw attention away from his health issues."

"FAKE. BOT ACCOUNT! At:Atem IS SPAM. FLAGGED FOR SPAM AND FAKE!"

Yami shook slightly, feeling himself grow cold all over. He now knew why Yugi always kept his phone on silent. Being bombarded with messages like this, at random times throughout the day was burdensome and troublesome!

Out of morbid curiosity, Yami kept scrolling and reading, wondering if he ought to keep posting photos.

"can u all stfu. #watingforthecelebsextape #wanttoseesetonaked"

Yami blinked, reading the words strung together without spaces with difficulty. This user wanted to see Kaiba naked? Yami tapped the replies beneath the comment, feeling oddly amused.

"Seto is too classy to release any kind of sex tape. In your dreams."

"LOOK AT THIS PHOTO. HE AIN'T "too classy" FOR IT IF AT:ATEM RELEASES IT FIRST!"

"Makes no sense for them to release a tape. Kaiba has enough money already. At:Atem is probably living well too"

"They'd release it to prove a point u idiot. ya'll are saying he ain't gay, he ain't this, he ain't that. Well a tape wuld disprove all taht."

Yami frowned at the screen, trying to decipher the meaning of that comment through all the slang and grammatical errors.
It seemed like people were still doubtful! So much that they were demanding video proof of ...sex!

Yami palmed his face as his shoulders shook with laughter, the phone still continuously buzzing in his hand. He glanced back down at it half-hardheartedly, reading the next few comments beneath it.

"I am patiently waiting. Waiting for photos of them kissing, of them eating together, doing cute, wonderful things together as a couple!"

"I can't wait to see their relationship blossom through a series of photos! At:Atem, please fill in ur bio and open DMs. I has questions 4u."

Yami tilted his head in confusion. Open...duel monsters...? What...and..why? Yami shook his head, exasperated. He would have to ask Kaiba.

He quickly turned and pulled the door open, rushing down the grand staircase, his footsteps echoing loudly around him as he made his way down towards the front doors which were propped wide open.

Yami stepped out into the bright sunlight, spotting the long, black car sitting beside the wide expanse of grass surrounding Kaiba's property. He hurried towards it, thankful to see that the doors were also open as well.

He climbed into the car without a second thought, marveling at how sleek the floors and ceilings were.

"What took you so long?" Kaiba's voice came directly from his far right, and Yami jumped, noticing Kaiba was sitting near the very front of the car.

Isono stepped out of the driver's seat and quickly shut Yami's door for him. Yami flushed, embarrassed, realizing he had probably spent an inordinate amount of time upstairs, reading the comments on the phone while Kaiba had been waiting for him the entire time.

The car rolled forwards gently and Yami narrowed his eyes at Kaiba, wondering why he was sitting at the very far end of the car, when there was plenty of room everywhere else.

"I was reading...comments from strangers." Yami began carefully, watching the scenery slowly float by his tinted window.

Kaiba bit back an amused laugh, "Don't let them get to you. They're all idiots."

Yami felt his phone buzzing repeatedly again and he smiled, sharing Kaiba's amusement, "Yes. Would you mind telling me what opening DMs means?"

Kaiba suddenly felt less amused. This phone gave him a direct line to Yami, which meant that other people, including strangers, had direct access to Yami too.

"Give me your phone, let me see." Kaiba commanded arrogantly, reaching his hand out. He was going to block any motherfucker who was stupid enough to hit on Yami through direct messaging.

Yami nodded and inched himself closer towards Kaiba, sliding across the leather seats towards the front of the limousine, dutifully handing Kaiba his phone.

Kaiba quickly silenced Yami's phone, which was still buzzing non-stop, tapping around on the screen, looking for the any user who mentioned "DM's". He found the user with ease, frowning as he read the message.

"I can't wait to see their relationship blossom through a series of photos! At:Atem, please fill in ur bio and open DMs. I has questions 4u."

Questions, huh, Kaiba thought darkly, tapping on the user's profile, noticing immediately that it belonged to a handsome, smiling young man with clear blue eyes.

Blocked, Kaiba thought irritably, tapping the user's name and hitting the red bar.

Yami looked on with great interest and amusement, watching Kaiba prune the comments with practiced ease.

I see, Yami realized, this is how Kaiba manages his to keep his image clean.

"Is that effective?" Yami asked curiously, watching Kaiba hit the red bar on another user.

"Yes." Kaiba responded viciously, continuing to scroll intensely through the comments as the limo made a gentle left turn, causing their knees to knock together. Kaiba paid no mind, but Yami squirmed uncomfortably, feeling his face heat

Kaiba said stiffly, handing Yami back his phone. He made sure to enter all of his numbers, Isono's number, and Mokuba's number into the contacts. If Yami needed anything, he would be able to call or text him, or the people around him, immediately.

Yami nodded eagerly and accepted the phone back from Kaiba, elated.

"Thank you." Yami said happily, sliding the phone safely back into his pocket. He had seen Kaiba enter multiple phone numbers and he vowed to memorize them all when he was alone. He still had another burning question though.

"Should I keep posting photos?" Yami asked, watching Kaiba cross his arms and legs firmly, seemingly irritated about something.

"If you want." Kaiba responded flippantly, keeping his gaze fixed on the scenery flashing by outside. Yami was sitting too close to him, and Kaiba could feel the heat from Yami's thigh pressing into the side of his leg.
He shifted uncomfortably.
He had made himself a promise, not to touch Yami in the car, and had purposely sat at the very front, but now, Yami had somehow ended up beside him again. Godammit.

Yami noticed Kaiba tense again and he leaned in closer, resting his head gently on Kaiba's shoulder, feeling his chest grow warm. This happy dream was ending soon...

Yami sighed glumly as he saw the car make a turn down a familiar street. He stared at his knees, his heart sinking into his stomach. This would probably be one of their last moments together, alone.

Yami knew Yugi and Mokuba probably wouldn't approve of the image he had posted.

Kaiba noticed Yami's mood falling rapidly as they neared the game shop and he felt his anxiety rise. Was Yami upset because he didn't want to return to the game shop? Or was he nervous about Yugi and Mokuba's reaction to the stupid photo?

Yami lifted his head suddenly, his eyes shining with that familiar, heart-wrenching wetness that Kaiba hated seeing.

"Kiss me." Yami demanded, blinking back his tears of desperation which were slowly pooling at the corners of his eyes. He hated himself for being so selfish, but he didn't care. They were a block away from the game shop, and he likely wouldn't be able to see or touch Kaiba after his scan at the hospital. They would be surrounded by cameras, and then, by Yugi and Mokuba.

Kaiba bit his tongue painfully and looked away pointedly. "No." he said, trying to keep his voice firm. God fucking dammit. Yami was doing this on purpose.

Yami couldn't believe his ears. "No?" He repeated incredulously, his chest tightening painfully. Kaiba was refusing him!

"No." Kaiba repeated, his voice wavering slightly. Shit. That might as well have been a solid "yes."

Yami caught the hesitation in Kaiba's voice immediately and he smirked triumphantly. How adorable. Was Kaiba actually trying to refuse him on doctor's orders?

Kaiba held his breath, watching Yami move so suddenly, he barely had time to blink before Yami was straddling him firmly, pressing his hot mouth insistently across his neck, sucking on his adam's apple tightly. Shit...

Kaiba hissed, feeling his stomach clench and curl pleasurably as Yami's tongue licked wetly across his skin and his hands automatically snaked around Yami's hips which were rocking suggestively forwards against him.

"St-.." Kaiba clenched his teeth as he realized what he was about to say. Stop? Hell no. Continue!

Yami felt Kaiba tense and grab him firmly around the hips. He smiled evilly, biting Kaiba lightly, opening his mouth wide, making sure to leave a set of his teeth marks in Kaiba's skin.

Kaiba swallowed thickly and managed to speak, "I-Isono, pull off to the side a few blocks away...and… get out of the car."

"But sir...we're already h-" Isono voice caught as he glanced up into the rear-view mirror and saw what was happening behind him.
The tips of Yami's spiky hair was grazing the roof of the limo as he sat high up on Kaiba's lap, clearly enjoying himself, his face buried deeply into Kaiba's neck while Kaiba had his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss painted across his handsome features.

Isono ducked his head back down and broke out into a cold sweat, eyeing the road frantically, looking a place to leave the car. He spotted a narrow alleyway between two restaurants and eased the car into the space, earning several odd stares from pedestrians.

He expertly backed the car all the way towards the end of the alley, almost bumping the tail of the car into the wall in his haste. He slipped out frantically, slamming the door loudly behind him, patting his pockets for his wallet. He was going to need to pay these restaurants for their silence...probably.

Yami felt the car lurch to a stop and triumph rose up steadily inside him as he tightened his legs around Kaiba's thighs, his knees digging into the leather seats beneath them. He bit down harder against Kaiba's skin, sliding his hands up to tangle in Kaiba's light brown hair, smiling as he felt Kaiba lean forwards into his touch.

Kaiba heard the door slam and he bit back a satisfied grunt as Yami boldly grabbed his hair and tugged, hard. He felt himself grow extremely hard and he shifted roughly, forcing his knees apart, causing Yami to spread his legs wider across his.

Yami felt his inner thighs stretch painfully as his ass hit the seat beneath them and he bit back a frustrated cry, jutting himself upwards higher, kissing Kaiba deeply as he ground his hips forwards roughly, again. He could feel Kaiba's erection rubbing through the fabric of his pants and Yami reached a hand down to palm Kaiba's crotch, massaging the area sensually. He would successfully convince Kaiba to make love to him in the car.

He didn't care who heard, or who saw. For all he knew, this was his last moment alone, with Kaiba, and Yami wasn't about to let it go to waste.

Kaiba tensed pleasurably again, sliding his hips forwards across the leather seats, enjoying the feel of Yami's hot hand enveloping his center. He felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement as Yami gave his balls another firm knead through his trousers. The Pharaoh definitely knew they were in a public place, and he was clearly initiating a dirty act...escalating intentionally.

Kaiba shivered and felt Yami's silky tongue slide into his mouth and touch the backs of his teeth. He repressed another shudder and cautiously slipped his hands up Yami's shirt. Maybe...they should keep their clothes on...The windows were tinted but still….

Kaiba was jolted out of his thoughts as Yami gave his lower lip a firm nibble, his breaths hot and ragged, dragging across his cheek as he rocked his hips forwards insistently again. Kaiba let out a low growl, his hands tightening around Yami's slender hips, trying to catch his breath as he spoke, "Do you know...what you're doing..."

Yami pressed his forehead firmly against Kaiba's, curling his fingers solidly into Kaiba's hair, swallowing tightly. Was Kaiba trying to refuse him again? What was that question supposed to mean?!

"Yes." Yami growled, kissing Kaiba firmly across the lips, feeling Kaiba part his mouth slightly, trying to speak again but Yami silenced him with another tight nibble across his lower lip.

Kaiba bit back a groan as his head spun and his mind slowly grew blank, nothing mattered except for the feeling Yami's hot body riding up against his.

Yami's hand flitted over the rim of Kaiba's pants, and he realized with a jolt that Kaiba wasn't wearing his usual belt with the metal logo across the front.

Even better, Yami thought evilly to himself, forcefully siding his hand in through the top of Kaiba's waistband and bringing his other hand down to work the button and zipper.

Kaiba blinked, startled, his heart leaping mightily into his throat as Yami balanced precariously on his knee while his his pants loosened around his waist alarmingly fast. Whoa…whoa….wait…

Yami shoved his tongue roughly into Kaiba's mouth one last time, sucking on the tip of Kaiba's tongue fervidly before pulling away and sliding himself down so low, his knees hit the floor of the limo.

Kaiba felt Yami's weight leave his legs suddenly and he leaned forwards instinctively, his mind buzzing warmly, his lips stinging and burning at the loss of contact. He watched with bated breath as Yami deftly inched his pants lower along his waist, throwing him a seductive look through his spiky blonde bangs.

Kaiba's heart skipped a beat and he watched with increasing anticipation as Yami pressed his head closer towards his center, clearly…attempting to suck his dick.

Kaiba's breath caught in his chest and he wasted no time slipping his trousers down far enough for Yami to reach in and wrap a hot hand around his throbbing member, his fingernails pressing right through his underwear. Kaiba felt the fabric stretch and he hastily pushed the waistband of his underwear lower, bravely exposing the tip of his penis which was shining with wetness. Kaiba blinked rapidly, his heart thundering in his chest as he watched Yami nod eagerly, his large violet eyes never leaving his crotch for a second.

"We're…in a public place." Kaiba said lamely, panting slightly, wondering what the hell he was trying to do. He didn't know what the fuck had possessed him to speak, and he mentally slapped himself.
Was he trying to deter the Pharaoh? Especially right now? With his dick sticking out of his pants when he was about to be sucked off?

"Right." Yami said adamantly, grabbing Kaiba's length with familiar ease, feeling Kaiba shudder and jolt forwards. He could see the tip leaking furiously and he rubbed a thumb over Kaiba's slit, enjoying the way the wetness pooled beneath his thumb, hearing Kaiba hiss and lean forwards powerfully. Kaiba's large hands braced the sides of Yami's head, his palms pressing into his ears, blonde bangs spilling out over his knuckes as Yami leaned his head closer to Kaiba's groin.

He likes this, Yami thought appreciatively, giving Kaiba a rough jerk upwards, feeling Kaiba shudder pleasurably. He promptly leaned his head in to take Kaiba's shaft into his mouth, feeling Kaiba rock his hips upwards steadily, shoving his length deeper into his mouth.

Yami held his breath and shut his eyes, Kaiba's scent rising up around him as he bobbed his head quickly over Kaiba's dick, enjoying the way the stiff unique ridges grazed along the tip of his tongue.
He gave Kaiba a long, hard suck, powerfully swirling his tongue around the head of Kaiba's penis, feeling Kaiba grow even harder in his mouth. Amazing. He could do this forever.

Kaiba threw his head back in ecstasy, his body shaking and trembling as the heat from Yami's mouth sent wave after wave of pleasure raking through him. He chanced a look down, his heart almost stopping in his chest at Yami's lewd expression while he shamelessly licked and sucked along his length. Fuck. Never in his wildest dreams had Kaiba dared to imagine the mighty Pharaoh, kneeling before him, on the floor of his limo, pleasuring him intently.

Kaiba blinked and blinked, his vision fading in and out as Yami gave his dick another long, hard suck. His breath was coming out in short pants; an orgasm was near. Kaiba took one last long look at Yami's head buried between his thighs, burning the scene into his mind before he tensed, gripping the sides of Yami's head, pulling him up and away from his dick.

"Enough." Kaiba gasped, his ears ringing loudly, feeling his body grow weak. He wasn't about to cum in Yami's mouth. He wanted to cum inside Yami's ass.

Yami frowned, licking his lips wetly as saliva dribbled erotically down his chin, mustering up the most affronted glare he could manage. Why had Kaiba jerked his head away? He was enjoying it, Yami was sure!

"I'm—" Yami tried to speak but was cut off by Kaiba kissing him roughly, shoving his tongue in through the tops of his teeth. Yami's eyes widened in shock and he squirmed uncomfortably, pulling back quickly, bringing the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

"Don't! That's ..dirty!" Yami cried, feeling his lips swell and tingle pleasantly, his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

Kaiba smirked, tasting himself on Yami's mouth and he licked his lips devilishly, enjoying Yami's flushed complexion. The Pharaoh was such a fucking hypocrite; did he know that?

"I'll show you what's dirty." Kaiba sneered, grinning so widely Yami could see his beautiful, white rows of teeth, "Lay face down, here." He pulled Yami up roughly by the arms, feeling Yami weaken in his grasp almost instantly.

Good, Kaiba thought triumphantly, sitting Yami down beside him and pushing him down gently across the long seats of the limo. It seemed like Yami was no longer refusing him like he usually did. Maybe…they ought to have sex in public more often. There was less yelling, less squirming, perhaps because the risk of getting caught was high…

Yami tensed, his heart pounding nervously in his chest, watching Kaiba's expression darken gleefully. He glanced around the limo uncertainly, eyeing the walls that surrounded them, suddenly realizing that this probably wasn't such a good idea after all.
There were buildings on either side of them! He had originally intended to just pleasure Kaiba with his mouth, but it seemed like Kaiba wanted to take things further…as usual, pushing the limits of everything...!

"Wait…Kaiba!" Yami exclaimed, raising a hand up to stop Kaiba from climbing on top of him.

Kaiba felt his eyelid twitch irritably as he paused, staring intently into the palm of Yami's hand which was facing him, the gesture clearly saying "stop". Yami was calling him "Kaiba" ….again! What the fuck did it take, honestly?!

"Seto." Kaiba growled, his mind hazy with lust, trying to concoct a suitable sexual punishment that would accurately reflect his feelings of frustration.

"….Seto…" Yami repeated desperately, his voice wavering with anxiety as he threw a frantic look out the tinted windows running along the sides of the car. "There are buildings on either side of us..!"

Kaiba felt his erection throb painfully and he smirked, narrowing his eyes down at Yami who was blinking imploringly back up at him. This was exactly what he had been trying to tell the Pharaoh earlier, but this horny bastard paid him no mind.
Well, he was about to get a taste of his own medicine.

"Right." Kaiba responded blandly, his head rushing powerfully as he felt his dick swell and pulse needily again. Shit, he wanted to cum so fucking badly. If they were caught, so be it. He would pay the fine for public indecency. He was going to make Yami cry for his dick.

Yami's adam's apple jumped nervously in his throat as he realized he had completely misunderstood Kaiba earlier.

Kaiba grabbed Yami's wrist and pushed his hand aside nonchalantly, his other hand sliding smoothly up Yami's shirt, watching Yami squirm and glare at him, while his body shook and trembled. Kaiba curled the tips of his fingers down slightly, letting his nails dig into Yami's flesh, watching Yami reach down weakly, trying to stop his hand from sliding up his shirt any higher.

"Kaiba…we'll be heard!" Yami hissed, gripping Kaiba's slender wrist tightly, feeling his head grow heavy as his skin burned wherever Kaiba touched him.

Kaiba clenched his jaw, his composure slipping more and more by the second. If Yami called him "Kaiba" one more damn time…he would reshape Yami's asshole with his dick.

"Then, you better not make any noise." Kabia responded flatly, shoving his hips forwards, grinding the tip of his exposed penis along the seamline of Yami's crotch, feeling the pants fabric rub against his dick pleasurably. "I'm putting myself inside you."

Yami swallowed nervously and gave his head a quick, reluctant shake. Yes, he wanted to make love in the car…. but…he couldn't trust himself not to make any noise!

"Shake your head one more time, Pharaoh, I fucking dare you." Kaiba hissed, losing his temper quickly, ramming his exposed dick roughly into Yami's clothed crotch again, feeling his leaking tip hit the base of Yami's balls firmly. God damn, he was so fucking aroused. He wanted to feel the tight rim of Yami's ass surrounding the base of his dick.

Yami's mouth dropped open in surprise, his ears ringing suddenly as he heard Kaiba address him as the "Pharaoh".

Yami struggled to compose himself, his mind racing as a familiar bubble of fear and dread began to form in his chest.

He knows who I am! Yami thought frantically, watching Kaiba grab his thighs and nudge them apart forcefully, He knows my name, and he called me Pharaoh! How much does he remember?!

"I'm not—" Yami began but Kaiba cut across him roughly, sounding strained, his breathing short and ragged, "Shut up and roll over."

Yami swallowed his protests tightly and didn't move, staring at the tip of Kaiba's dick which had been rubbed red and raw, thrusting firmly into the center of his crotch. He felt himself heat up so much his eyes burned. Kaiba had been grinding into his clothed center so much, his dick was chaffing.

"Come…on! We're going to be late." Kaiba hissed, grabbing Yami by the elbow and pulling him closer, kissing him roughly, feeling Yami grow weak and then stiffen suddenly.

Late? Yami's mind was so foggy, he was barely able to remember that they were supposed to be on their way to the game shop, to pick up Yugi and Mokuba.

Kaiba bit Yami's lower lip insistently, tasting blood. He then pushed Yami down roughly again, flipping him onto his stomach so forcefully Yami felt the air leave his lungs. Suddenly, hands circled around his front and were desperately unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down so low, they bunched tightly around his knees.

Kaiba could feel his pre-cum drying across his tip and he quickly slipped Yami's underwear off, hearing him gasp and squirm delightfully, his ass hovering enticingly above his dick.

Yami shivered at the sudden cold and he felt Kaiba's hot breath graze his ass cheek, his elbows stinging slightly as they dug into the leather seats. He wanted to see Kaiba's face but he was pinned down on his stomach, facing the end of the car, with his ass shamelessly raised in the air while Kaiba licked and bit his ass cheeks. His dick twitched eagerly and Kaiba immediately felt this. He reached around to grab Yami's length, giving him a few, slow, loving strokes upwards.

Yami cried out and trembled intensely as Kaiba's hand sent threads of hot pleasure shooting through his entire body. A hot tongue circled his rim and Yami felt his knees slip on the surface of the narrow seats. Kaiba almost lost balance himself and he let out a low growl, grabbing one of Yami's thighs and lowering it over the side of the seat.

Yami blinked, steadying himself as his foot touched the ground, his other knee remained bent upwards along the seat. He shivered, feeling Kaiba smirk and trace a finger lightly over his hole. This was …a new position…!

Kaiba felt himself smile. He had a full view of Yami's pink asshole which was clenching and unclenching in anticipation, right before his eyes.
He quickly eased himself closer, pressing his wet tip right up against Yami's hole, shifting himself so that one of his legs was also touching the floor of the limo while his other knee was braced against the long, leather seats.
He was going to enjoy this so fucking much.

Kaiba could see Yami's legs trembling and he quickly spit in his hand, watching his saliva pool slowly in his palm. Carefully cupping the fluid, Kaiba gave his own cock a rough rub, coating it thoroughly.

Leaning forwards, he smoothly shoved himself into Yami without giving him a warning, watching his hole stretch wonderfully as his slid himself in to the very hilt, his balls slapping wetly against Yami's ass cheeks. His dick throbbed pleasurably and Kaiba shut his eyes, willing himself not to cum. Yami was so fucking hot and tight and wet, he was finding it hard to control himself.

Yami gasped and his voice caught terribly in his throat as he felt Kaiba enter him in one swift motion, filling him up thickly with a strong, stiff heat. He tensed and clenched, enjoying the way Kaiba felt inside him as he could feel his legs and entire backside slowly growing numb.

Kaiba had done it without warning, on purpose! Yami thought faintly to himself, the car windows dipping and wavering violently in his vision as he felt Kaiba twitch inside him. He clenched his stomach tightly, knowing if he did this, Kaiba would feel good too. He was getting better at this the more they did it, and Yami shut his eyes tightly, his head spinning so much he felt like he was falling.

Kaiba felt Yami tense and relax several more times, and he let out a slow hiss, knowing Yami was tightening around him on purpose, trying to make him cum. He slid himself out of Yami fully before ramming back into him forcefully, enjoying the way Yami's back shook and trembled as he made an enormous effort to keep quiet.

Yami felt a cry escape his throat, and suddenly, Kaiba's fingers were in his mouth, pressing down tightly against his tongue. He lightly bit down across Kaiba's knuckles, feeling Kaiba shiver and thrust into him powerfully again, the entire length of his dick slowly sliding all the way out of him so much that Yami could feel his hole stretching around the head of Kaiba's wet tip. Faster. He wanted it faster! But he couldn't speak with Kaiba's fingers shoved into his mouth!

Yami flattened his palms against the leather seats and pushed back against Kaiba's dick, feeling his ass hit Kaiba's stomach. He felt Kaiba tense and thrust into him once more, deeper this time. He bit down tightly on Kaiba's knuckles again, swirling his tongue thickly around the pads of Kaiba's fingers, tapping the tip of his tongue tightly against Kaiba's fingers in a quick, rhythmic motion. Fast. Do it faster.

Kaiba understood immediately, and leaned out of Yami one last time, watching the tip of his dick twitch excitedly, hovering at the edge of Yami's quivering hole.

Yami bit down painfully across his fingers again and Kaiba decided he'd had it. His hands would be bruised at this point and that would be difficult to explain. He bunched Yami's shirt upwards and tucked the fabric blindly beneath Yami's chin, feeling Yami grab the fabric and stuff it in his mouth.

Kaiba blinked and paused, suddenly appreciating how well they communicated without words.

Yami let out a frustrated grunt and leaned his ass back onto Kaiba's dick, roughly moving his body forwards and backwards so much that he could feel Kaiba's dick rubbing up thickly inside him. Why wasn't Kaiba moving? This was so annoying!

Kaiba's breath hitched in his throat as he watched Yami's ass bounce enticingly up and down along the length of his dick and he shuddered violently, at the brink of an orgasm. He gripped Yami's hips so tightly, his nails leaving half-moon indents in his dark skin. Holy shit…Yami really wanted it. Kaiba reached around to palm Yami's dick, which was leaking furiously, his wetness staining across the black leather seats. He gave Yami's cock a few, firm jerks upwards, gripping his entire length thoroughly, making sure to palm Yami's tip tightly, rubbing furiously.

Kaiba felt Yami stiffen and let out a stifled cry as he came in his hand, his hot semen spilling out over his fingers as Kaiba continued to rub him firmly, enjoying the way Yami twitched and trembled beneath him while his ass slid wetly across his dick.

Yami collapsed weakly, his elbows quivering as he braced the leather seats which had become wet and sticky with his sweat and cum, his body consumed with sudden spasms of intense pleasure as Kaiba continued to jerk him off mercilessly.

"N-..St-" Yami gasped, his shirt falling out of his mouth as his vision turned white, feeling Kaiba's dick thrust into him powerfully once more. Again, Kaiba was pushing his limits again!

"I-c-can'-t-t!" Yami cried terribly, his chin rubbing painfully along the leather seat as Kaiba's dick rammed tirelessly into him again and again.

"Say…yes." Kaiba hissed, holding himself back immensely, stopping suddenly in his motions, watching Yami's hole clench tightly.

Yami felt Kaiba's heat leave him so fast, he clenched emptily, curling into the seat as Kaiba's hand tortured the tip of his dick, his slender thumb pressing into his slit so much Yami felt another orgasm curling at the base of his stomach.

"Yes…Seto, ye—" Yami gasped, Kaiba's thumb rubbing roughly into his wet slit once more as his dick rammed thickly into him without warning, his hole stretching so much it was almost painful.

Kaiba's breathing morphed into frenzied pants as he gave Yami a few more solid thrusts, shoving himself in all the way to the hilt, enjoying the way Yami's rim tightened around the base of his penis so much, Kaiba's vision went white, and his body heaved forwards violently as he came, his fluids spilling steadily out of Yami's hole, dripping wetly down his balls and onto the leather seat beneath them.

Yami spasmed pleasurably as he felt Kaiba's heat fill him up so much, his body went numb and then hot all over, a sudden wetness making its way down his hole. Yami went limp, his fingertips and toes tingling with residual shocks of pleasure from his orgasm, his skin burning around his hips where Kaiba had been gripping him tightly, his tongue throbbed and itched where Kaiba's nails had been.

Kaiba let out a deep, satisfied sigh and eased himself out of Yami, still erect, his dick shining wetly back at him. He glanced down at Yami, who was splayed out wantonly underneath him, face down, his shoulders shaking.

"Feel good?" Kaiba asked, deeply amused, feeling his clothes stick to his body as his head pounded painfully. Shit…

"Y-yes." Yami responded weakly, feeling the semen stick to his stomach and drip down onto the seats. They had made a huge mess on the seats but Yami was too drained to move.

Kaiba blinked steadily, his ears ringing slightly as his head spun. He shut his eyes and took several deep breaths, pressing a clean hand to his temples, massaging them gently. He needed to stop taking Yami's bait.
Somehow, the doctor's orders for "no strenuous activity" had turned into a week-long sex marathon.

Yami heard Kaiba suddenly stop moving behind him and panic gripped him again. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and turned to face Kaiba, alarmed as he saw Kaiba palming his face in his hand, his fingertips white as they pressed tightly into his temples.

"I'm sorry!" Yami exclaimed frantically, the warm feelings vanishing, quickly being replaced with the same, terrible fear and dread he had been feeling since Kaiba had returned from the hospital.

Kaiba heard this and let out a shout of laughter, throwing his head back as he felt his shoulders shake uncontrollably with mirth. He was sorry? The Pharaoh ...was sorry …! Too fucking hilarious.

Yami blinked and watched apprehensively as Kaiba laughed and laughed, the sounds echoing around them in the long vehicle. What was so funny?

Kaiba bit his tongue and forced himself to calm down, leaning forwards to kiss Yami lightly, feeling the Pharaoh freeze slightly with astonishment, but then lean forwards at him with a sudden force, fiercely shoving his tongue thickly into his mouth.

Kaiba felt the air leave his lungs as Yami's tongue entered his mouth and he swallowed tightly, pulling away gently as he could feel Yami's semen drying cold and sticky across his fingers. They needed to make themselves presentable and clean everything up, immediately.

Yami blinked, his chest incredibly warm from the sudden kiss, watching as Kaiba's eyes swept across the car, eyeing the minibar sitting at the very back.

Kaiba stood quickly, his knees wobbling slightly as he reached for a frosted bottle of vodka and the stack of cocktail napkins sitting adjacent to it.

Yami tilted his head, his heart pounding frantically in his chest, "We don't have time for a drink!" Kaiba was being ridiculous, again! They had to be at the hospital! They had to pick up Yugi and Mokuba.

Kaiba smirked handsomely at Yami and carefully poured a slash of vodka onto the napkin, quickly handing it to Yami, watching his eyes widen, understanding immediately.

Yami grabbed the alcohol-soaked napkin from Kaiba and gingerly dabbed at the semen drying across his stomach. This wasn't going to be enough….

Kaiba was rummaging around in the mini fridge. He reappeared with a tiny, white towel and he gently soaked the vodka into it, effectively cleaning his dirty hand, reaching down to give his crotch a quick wipe as well. He flipped the towel around and patted it along Yami's chin, chuckling as Yami jerked his head back in annoyance.

"Stop that! I'm not playing with you right now!" Yami said, panic rising in his voice as he grabbed the towel from Kaiba and rubbed it all down his inner thighs. Kaiba watched him shamelessly, enjoying how slender Yami's thighs were, watching him slide the towel up along his ass.

"Drink some." Kaiba said, tilting the bottle at Yami, amused, watching as Yami expertly wiped himself clean.

"No." Yami said firmly, gripping the soiled towel tightly, eyeing the white fluids stained across the dark leather seat beside him.

"Would you prefer a wine?" Kaiba asked, knowing it would incite the Pharaoh further. The man just had a dick in his mouth! He needed to get Yami to drink or gargle…something. He didn't want Mokuba, or Yugi, smelling the sex. Drowning it out with the scent of alcohol was much preferable.

"No, I would not like a wine…!" Yami snapped, his anxiety rising. What was wrong with Kaiba?!

"Well, then you can explain to Yugi, why you smell…like me." Kaiba said plainly, capping the vodka and sticking it back onto the mini bar, grabbing the stack of cocktail napkins and moving to clean the seats.

Yami blinked and froze. Kaiba was smart, and he was an idiot for not thinking that far ahead.

"I'll drink it." Yami said roughly, reaching for the white frosted bottle on the cart.

Kaiba nodded mischievously and watched with great interest as Yami lifted the bottle to his lips and boldly took a nice long sip. He watched Yami take a second gulp and he felt his amusement rise.

"Okay, stop that." Kaiba said hastily, grabbing the bottle from Yami, knowing Yugi already had a negative opinion of their time spent together. What would he think if Yami pulled up at the game stop, drunk as hell?

Kaiba lightly splashed the vodka into the stack of napkins and pressed the alcohol into the seats, giving the leather a firm wipe, watching the semen evaporate off the leather immediately. Thank god for high proof alcohol.

"I'll have another." Yami said evilly, reaching for the bottle again. His throat and chest felt warm and his body tingled pleasantly.

Kaiba felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest as he leaned the bottle out of Yami's reach. Fuck no! This was 110 proof alcohol! *

"Pull up your pants. I'm not giving you any." Kaiba said firmly, raking his eyes shamelessly down Yami's exposed crotch, watching him blush and heat up instantly.

Yami hastily picked his belts up from the floor and buckled them around his waist, watching Kaiba give the entire length of the seats another pass with the alcohol-soaked napkins. The sharp smell tinged the air and Yami wrinkled his nose. He briefly wondered if Yugi and Mokuba would question the smell.

Kaiba tossed the soiled napkins along with the towel into a slot in the mini fridge, slamming the door shut so forcefully, all the bottles on the cart rattled. He turned to check on Yami, who, thankfully, was now fully dressed, sitting on the edge of the seat, looking slightly flustered. Kaiba threw Yami a reassuring smile and adjusted his clothing accordingly, reaching into his pocket for his phone, realizing there was already a text from Isono waiting for him.

"Master Kaiba, I will be waiting by a coffee stand near the restaurants. Just call."

Kaiba hit the call button, feeling Yami's eyes follow him astutely.

Yami watched as Kaiba spoke quietly into the phone, and he glanced around the car nervously. The scent of alcohol was still lingering in the air, but the seats were clean. Yami unconsciously rested his hand over the phone in his pocket, perking up as he saw Isono rushing towards them.

Kaiba eased himself back into the seat beside Yami, feeling him shift and pointedly look away, clearly embarrassed.

Isono pulled the door open and slipped into the driver's seat, the sharp scent of alcohol stinging his nose as he reached forwards to start the engine. Indifferent, he pulled the car forwards carefully.
He had been watching the alleyway from afar, and luckily, they didn't attract any unwanted attention.

Kaiba felt his phone buzz again and he glance down at the screen. It was Mokuba.

He slid his thumb across the bottom of the screen, his mind racing for the closest lie as Mokuba's voice trilled in his ear, "SETO! Are we gonna be late? What time did you say the appointment was again?! Yugi and I have been waiting by the front for fifteen minutes!"

Yami heard Mokuba's voice drifting shrilly through Kaiba's phone and he turned to stare, uncertainty churning in his stomach once more. Mokuba was clearly suspicious…

"I'm just around the corner." Kaiba responded smoothly, hearing Yugi say something in the background. He hung up quickly as he saw the game shop rise into view, and he felt Yami tense beside him as they could see Mokuba and Yugi hovering on the doorstep of the game shop.

Mokuba ran towards the limousine, yanking the door open forcefully with Yugi following closely behind him.

The first thing Yugi noticed when Mokuba pulled the door back was the overwhelming stench of hard liquor. He wrinkled his nose and climbed in after Mokuba, shutting the door firmly behind him, eyeing Yami and Kaiba suspiciously. Did the limo always smell like this or had they been drinking?

"Seto!" Mokuba cried happily, throwing himself down into the seat beside his older brother, wrapping his arms around Kaiba's slender waist. Kaiba leaned forwards gently and patted his younger brother's arm reassuringly, attempting a gentle smile. Mokuba was sitting on the very spot he and Yami had dirtied, and he couldn't feel any guiltier.

"Sit over here." Kaiba said, gesturing to the spot on his other side, giving Yami a slight nudge with his elbow. They were sitting too close together. Their thighs were touching, and Kaiba could feel Yugi's disapproving glare fixed on the nonexistent space between him and Yami.

"Aibou." Yami said hastily, inching away from Kaiba's side, nodding and patting the seat next to him. He realized Mokuba was sitting on the spot that had been drenched with their semen just minutes before, and it was safer for Yugi to sit on the clean spot between him and Kaiba.

Yugi sat quickly as the car gently pulled forwards and Mokuba crammed himself forcefully between him and Kaiba, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around his brother's waist,

"Move over some more, Yami." Yugi said shortly, watching Yami obediently slide further down across the car seats.

Kaiba's eyelid twitched irritably. What the hell was Yugi's problem? Was he angry about the photo?

Yugi quickly settled in beside Yami and spoke immediately, as if he had read Kaiba's mind, "Yami, did you take that photo?"

Yami blinked, feeling his body slowly grow numb. Yugi's tone was unusually cold.

"I did." Yami said seriously, nodding, watching Mokuba shift uncomfortably beside Yugi.

"Why?!" Mokuba said loudly, staring intently at Seto's knees, noticing that he was wearing comfortable looking trousers.

It was Kaiba's turn to shift uncomfortably, "It was my idea."

Yami blinked rapidly and made a huge effort to keep his face neutral. It was not Kaiba's idea at all. Kaiba was taking the blame for the photo, intentionally! Why?!

The pose was my idea! Yami thought frantically, speaking quickly, "It was my idea."

Yugi turned to look him full in the face and Yami kept his eyes wide, blinking slowly and nodding. Yugi frowned and turned his gaze back to Kaiba, who was sitting stiffly in his seat, his arms and legs crossed tightly. Someone was lying.

Mokuba was swiveling his head between his older brother and Yami, who both looked unusually earnest.

No way, Mokuba thought darkly, his arms tightening around Seto's waist. If I know my big brother, it was his idea, and Yami is just playing along for some reason.

Yugi seemed to have the same sentiment because he narrowed his large, round eyes at Kaiba.

Everyone in the car leaned to the left slightly as the vehivle made a soft turn and Yugi tensed, wondering how he could politely broach the topic without having a full-blown fight with Kaiba. The comments beneath the photo were absolutely brutal. He could start there.

"Have you read the comments? The fans are angry." Yugi said carefully, addressing Kaiba, but he knew Yami was listening too.

Kaiba scoffed and kept his gaze fixed on the scenery passing by the windows, curling his fingers into his palms, wishing they would arrive at the hospital faster.

"Don't you mean, you're angry?" Kaiba responded coldly. Yugi was the keeper of the Pharaoh. It was only natural he would act like an overprotective mother hen.

"I'm not." Yugi lied, gripping his knees tightly, and Yami caught this immediately. He began to break out into a cold sweat, his eyes darting between Kaiba and his Aibou, wondering what he could say to diffuse the situation.

"You're angry because the fans think it's you." Yami said slowly, praying he'd got it right. Then this problem could be remedied by posting another photo, right?

"I'm not angry!" Yugi insisted, watching Mokuba turn and glare at him. Mokuba had witnessed Yugi's reaction to the photo and he knew Yugi was angry.

"Then you'll be fine with us posting another photo." Kaiba said readily, and Yami tensed, holding his breath. Kaiba was reading his mind…somehow. It was disturbing.

"I…what?" Yugi said, caught completely off guard. The photos would only strengthen the media's perception of the intimate relationship between Yami and Kaiba! Why would Kaiba want that?

This photo-taking was totally Yami's idea, Yugi concluded, giving Yami a dark look and watching him stare guiltily at his shoes. Yami had somehow managed to convince Kaiba of…something.

"How cruel of you Pharaoh." Yugi said coldly, not caring that Mokuba would hear what he was about to say next. Whatever game Yami was playing with Kaiba, it had to stop.
Maybe it was fun to mess with Kaiba without his memories, but this photo-taking was going to have serious repercussions and reversing the damage would be difficult.

Yugi was pretty sure Kaiba with his memories would've murdered everyone responsible for the suggestive photo surfacing across the web.

Yami swallowed tightly and realized Yugi was going to say something that was going to give him away completely. Kaiba and Mokuba were sitting right beside them, listening to every word! Could Yugi wait until they were alone at the hospital?

"The game you're playing, it stops now." Yugi said firmly, placing a warm hand on Yami's knee. He would never understand the relationship between Kaiba and Yami, but he knew one thing for certain: Yami was messing with Kaiba, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't remember anything.

Kaiba tensed and blinked, Yugi's words echoing terribly around his mind. Yami was playing a game? What game was this?

Yami's feelings were real, he was pretty fucking sure...! Did Yugi know that Yami had teasingly introduced himself as his lover? Was it that?

Yami shook his head frantically, his throat closing up with terror as he saw Kaiba's expression darken. No…no, he wasn't playing a game…! Kaiba was hearing this and getting the wrong idea!

Mokuba eyed the odd display of expressions surrounding him, feeling his confusion rise.
Seto looked pensive and angry. Yami looked scared and hurt. Yugi looked frustrated and exasperated.

"What?" Mokuba said loudly, wondering what Yugi was talking about.

Yugi said nothing, and suddenly the car lurched to a stop as a crowd of photographers swarmed around them, lights from their cameras flashing, trying to get a good shot of them through the tinted windows.

"Isono, pull closer towards the front doors." Kaiba said firmly, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. "Run some people over if you have to." Yami was not playing with his feelings, was he? What was the meaning of all the strange tears?

"Kaiba…don't!" Yugi cried, his frown deepening.

"I'm joking, fucking relax." Kaiba spat, feeling his temper rise at an alarming rate. He needed to get Yami alone again, but now he didn't know how, or when, that would be possible.

"Remember what to do, Mokuba?" Kaiba asked, purely out of habit. The limo had come to a full stop right by the hospital's sliding doors and photographers were blocking every inch of the sidewalk in front of them.

"No nodding, no smiling, no eye contact," Mokuba recited in monotone, gripping his brother's arm tightly, "And if someone shoves a microphone in your face, kick them in the shins."

Yami smiled in spite of himself, his admiration for growing deeper for Kaiba as he committed Mokuba's response to memory. He would love to kick any photographer who called him Yugi.

Kaiba nodded stiffly and gripped the chrome door handle, "Ready?" He asked, looking directly at Yami, who was staring resolutely down at his knees.

Look at me, dammit! Kaiba growled, hearing Mokuba respond with an enthusiastic "Yes!" and grab his hand tightly. Yugi nodded and reached down to grab Yami's hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Yami said nothing and sat very still, his heart thundering in his chest. He was going to be photographed, with Yugi, by Kaiba's rabid photographers!

There would now be visible proof that he was not Yugi…!

"Okay. We're going." Kaiba said, his chest tightening with anxiety as he pushed the door open slowly and stepped out into the harsh sunlight, the crown teeming around him tightly and Mokuba's hand began to sweat in his.

"Mr. Kaiba! How are you feeling?!" Someone shouted immediately, and the lights flashed brightly in Kaiba's eyes as he firmly pulled Mokuba through the crowd.

"Mr. Kaiba are you dating Yugi Mutou?!" Someone else shouted, almost squishing Mokuba into Seto as they stepped forcefully in their way. "Who is Atem?!"

"Move, stupid!" Mokuba shouted angrily, bringing his heel down on the tips of a pair of very shiny loafers.

Kaiba heard a yelp of pain and he smirked, pushing his way through the crowd with Mokuba clinging strongly onto his arm.

Yami let Yugi lead him forwards and they stepped out of the vehicle together. Yami felt a stranger push directly into him, shoulders bumping tightly against his as Yugi pulled him resolutely forwards. Green spots were swimming in his eyes as the photographers kept yelling nonsensical questions at them while their lights flashed in his eyes intermittently. His ears began ringing again.

"Mr. Yugi! Mr. Mutou! Is this your brother?!" A woman shouted, and a multitude of lights flashed before Yami's eyes. The door was in sight; Mokuba and Kaiba had already disappeared into the building.

"Atem?! Atem! Who is Atem!" Another man yelled, and a padded microphone narrowly missed Yami's nose. Yugi ran forwards, pulling Yami quickly behind him, and suddenly, they were inside the hospital. The cool, sterile air rushed in around them as the automatic doors slid shut on the chaotic crowd outside, still shouting and yelling questions at them while camera lights continued to flash.

Yami could feel the stares from patients sitting in the waiting room chairs as Mokuba's voice came floating towards them on their far left, "This way!"

Yami felt a tug on his hand, the green spots still floating resolutely in his vision. How did Kaiba deal with this kind of annoyance everywhere he went?

Kaiba and Mokuba were standing in a small, empty waiting room, it's walls painted a dark, army green. Large cushioned chairs lined the walls, all of them black. The entire room looked very solemn and Yugi let go of Yami's hand, surveying the room with a quiet interest.

"What now?" Yugi asked impatiently. He wanted this to be over and done with. The less he had to see of Kaiba, the better. Mokuba's company in the place of Yami was becoming tiresome.

As if on cue, a nurse stepped into the room, carrying a clipboard, looking stressed.

"Mr. Kaiba, we will see you now." She said, leaning the door back. Yami could see it leading into another long hallway.

Kaiba nodded and felt Mokuba's hand tighten around his arm.

"Can we come too?!" Mokuba cried pleadingly, and Kaiba felt Yugi nod in agreement. Kaiba tensed, his heart sinking into his stomach. So much for getting Yami alone.

The nurse hesitated, and then beckoned them to join her in the hallway.

Yami held his breath, keeping his eyes on Kaiba's back as they made their way down the narrow hallway. The nurse ushered them into a separate room, with an elevated examination table and a couple of the same dark chairs from the waiting room sat in an opposite corner.

"Please sit. Mr. Kaiba, follow me." And the nurse turned to leave.

Kaiba gave Mokuba a gentle, reassuring smile before he stepped out of the room and shut the door quietly behind him. The silence grew thick as the three of them stood awkwardly in the room staring at each other.

After a while, Mokuba turned towards Yami and gave him a strange look, "You know, if Seto asks you to do something weird, you don't have to go along with it."

Yugi tensed and shook his head at Mokuba, "You're misunderstanding. Yami was the one who took the photo."

"Yes, because Seto told him to." Mokuba responded, crossing his arms firmly across his chest, feeling his uncertainty rise. Just because Seto didn't remember anything, didn't make him a completely different person. Seto was still smart!

"I took it because I wanted to." Yami said hastily, feeling the temperature in the room rise as the conversation grew heated.

"Right." Mokuba snorted, "You also made that account yourself, right? Yami?"

Yami felt himself heat up instantly as Yugi whirled around to glare at him, "And with the username "Atem" no less. What happened to wanting to stay out of the spotlight?"

Yami swallowed nervously, his anxiety rising higher and higher by the minute. True, a few months ago, he had told Yugi he didn't want any attention from the media. But things had changed…! He had managed to make Kaiba fall in love with him! Or something similar to it…

"I—" Yami began, but Mokuba cut across his rudely, "Whatever. This is stupid. Seto clearly isn't upset over the photo, why are we even talking about it?"

"Your brother can barely remember our names!" Yugi almost shouted, "Being upset about those photos would be the last thing on his mind!"

Yami felt his heart sink into his stomach. This was…his fault. It was his fault for not refusing Kaiba in the first place.

"Let's not fight," Yami said desperately, eyeing the door quickly. He had a feeling they would be in this room for a while.

"We're not fighting." Mokuba replied staunchly, sitting down on one of the chairs with a loud huff. Yugi remained eerily quiet and the room once again rang with heavy silence.

A few rooms down, Kaiba was lying flat on a cold surface, watching the doctor hover over him with a masked face, "Keep very still, Mr. Kaiba, just like before."

Kaiba nodded stiffly and felt the platform sliding up back into the large metal tunnel. He suppressed a shiver as a loud humming filled his ears. He let his mind wander, running over Yugi's words in his head.

"How cruel of you, Pharaoh. The game you're playing, it stops now."

Kaiba heard the humming grow louder and he shut it out firmly, slowly flattening his palms down onto the surface he was laying on. He would refuse to believe that Yami was playing with him. Yami's behavior towards him in the past few days were raw, and intense.

Suddenly, the platform began sliding downwards and Kaiba was jolted out of his thoughts. He shivered again and slowly sat up, watching the doctor nod curtly at him from behind the large, glass window, his face unreadable behind his mask.

A nurse rushed in to stand by his side, watching him carefully.

"I'm fine." Kaiba said automatically, and the nurse flushed, nodding and gesturing him towards the door. He stood quickly and followed the nurse out into the hallway, watching as she led him back to the room where Mokuba, Yugi, and Yami were waiting.

"The doctor will be back with your results shortly." She said quietly, opening the door for him and letting him step in first. "If you are feeling well enough, we would like to draw blood today as well."

Kaiba nodded stiffly, seeing Mokuba stand suddenly and rush towards them, sounding breathless, "Can we leave now? You're okay, right Seto?"

Kaiba bit the inside of his lip and he nodded, feeling Yugi and Yami's eyes on him as the nurse left the room and shut the door behind her. He needed to speak with Yami alone, and that was the only thought that consumed him.

"How are you feeling?" Yugi asked stiffly, giving Yami a dark look.

Kaiba lowered his head and carefully composed his answer. Given Yami's strained expression, Mokuba and Yugi had probably given him hell for the stupid photo.

"I'm fine. I've remembered quite a few things." Kaiba decided he wouldn't tell the truth just yet. He wanted to keep Yami by his side for as long as possible, and he would do just about anything to make that happen; even if it meant lying to Mokuba.

Yami blinked and nodded firmly, his spirits falling quickly. Yes, Kaiba had proven he had regained some of his memories…..by calling him 'Atem' and 'Pharaoh'.

"You have?!" Mokuba cried excitedly, "Tell me!"

"Well…" Kaiba paused, knowing his answer would be scrutinized by Yami, "I remember a few terrible events actually. You weren't there, Mokuba, but I'm sure Yugi knows, I tried to throw myself off the edge of Pegasus's castle…"

Yugi blinked and gasped, wavering slightly on the spot as Mokuba's mouth dropped open, "You..WHAT?!"

"Don't worry about it, Mokuba." Kaiba said hastily, realizing immediately that that was the wrong thing to say. He just wanted to repeat something Yami had told him during their time together, and that was one of the first things they had talked about. Duelist Kingdom.

Kaiba looked right at Yami, watching his beautiful violet eyes widen at him.

Yami stiffened and blinked incredulously at Kaiba, realizing that he was…lying! Kaiba was repeating an event they had talked about in private, trying to prove he hadn't remembered anything significant! But was casually addressing him as "Atem"! So, then, what exactly did he remember?! Kaiba was hiding information on purpose.

"Stop it." Yami said suddenly, crossing his arms angrily as he stood his ground, glaring at Kaiba, who looked coolly back at him. "I know you remember more than that."

"I do," Kaiba responded quickly, his mind scrambling for a believable lie, "I remember…enough. I know I have a contract signing with Mitsubishi Motors later this week."

Mokuba's face lit up instantly and he rushed forwards to throw his arms around his brother's waist, causing Kaiba to step back slightly at the sudden force of his hug, "You do remember! Do you remember…who I brought into the hospital last week?"

Kaiba blinked and willed his face to remain expressionless, "No. I honestly don't have room in my brain to remember your idiotic friends."

Mokuba laughed and hugged him tighter while Yugi gave him a suspicious frown, "Idiotic friends…huh?"

Kaiba blinked as his heart skipped a beat. Fuck.

Yami looked instantly alert.

Mokuba turned to look up at Seto, "What makes you think they're idiotic?"

Kaiba was spared in that moment as a soft knock sounded at the door, and he hastily reached out to pull it open. The doctor and the nurse were standing side-by-side, looking optimistic. They bowed quickly and Kaiba stepped aside to let them in.

Mokuba let go of his older brother and took a seat in one of the chairs by the wall. Yugi and Yami followed suit as Kaiba leaned casually against the examination table, watching the doctor take a seat at the desk adjacent to him.

"You look well, Mr. Kaiba." The doctor said lightly as the nurse busied herself with something on the counter. "Are you feeling well enough for us to draw blood today?"

Mokuba leapt to his feet, making a face, "Ew. I'm waiting outside now." And he hastily rushed out of the room, the door slamming loudly behind him. Yugi stood shakily and moved towards the door, beckoning for Yami to follow.

Yami threw Kaiba an anxious look and Kaiba saw his chance, "Yami, wait by the door. I need to speak with you, privately."

Yami swallowed nervously and nodded, standing firmly and striding out of the room after Yugi, quietly closing the door behind him.

The doctor blinked, trying to hide his irritation as he turned towards Kaiba once more, "As I was saying, a blood test would help—"

"I remember everything." Kaiba said curtly, cutting across the doctor's explanation.

The nurse let out a soft squeak and Kaiba saw the plastic barrel of a needle roll across the counter top and fall with a clatter onto the linoleum floor.

The doctor cleared his throat nervously and raised his eyebrows, "You do?"

"Yes." Kaiba said firmly. He had a feeling the doctor didn't believe him, so he elaborated, "I had a painful migraine, which caused my memories to return all at once."

"I see…" The doctor said, frowning, leaning back to grab a clipboard off his desk and he began scribbling notes across the page, "Please describe the event in more detail, and we will file this away in your medical record accordingly."

Kaiba clenched his jaw and felt his heartbeat quicken. Well, shit. He was having vigorous morning sex with Yami….

"Doctor-patient confidentiality. Do I have it?" Kaiba asked roughly, eyeing the nurse nervously.

The doctor looked surprised but he quickly hid it as he nodded and dismissed the nurse, "Miss, please wait outside."

The nurse flushed a deep pink and ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind her softly. Kaiba caught a glimpse of spiky hair just beyond the door and he felt his arms and legs tingle. Yami…

"Speak freely." The doctor said, sounding extremely formal as he frowned down at the clipboard.

Kaiba took a deep breath and thought about where to start, his heart pounding mightily in his chest as the feel of Yami's lips against his floated through his consciousness.

Yami was startled as he saw the nurse exit the room and stand cautiously beside him, nodding politely. Yami thought this was odd, and he bobbed his head politely back in response.

"Is everything alright?" Yami asked carefully, watching the nurse avoid his eyes and stare blankly down the hallway towards the waiting rooms.

"Yes." The nurse said plainly, sounding nervous.

And Yami nodded again, thinking Kaiba had probably intimidated her, and the doctor had asked her to leave.

Meanwhile, back inside the room, Kaiba had finished telling the doctor about his frequent migraines, one which ultimately caused all his memories to return while Yami was sitting on his dick.

He had left out Yami's name and gender, only referring to him as his "partner".

Kaiba hoped the doctor wouldn't question him further.

The doctor looked slightly pale and his hand hovered over the page on the clipboard. His voice shook when he spoke, "And how often, did you engage in this …. strenuous activity…with your partner?"

Kaiba swallowed thickly and wondered how honestly he ought to answer.
He decided to lie. He was tired of talking.

"Not often." He said, feeling his mouth go dry.

"So, ….often." The doctor said quietly, tapping his pen along the edge of his clipboard sternly.

"Not….often." Kaiba repeated lamely, feeling his face heat up terribly. Fuck, was he really that bad at lying? Or was this doctor a walking lie detector?

"Mr. Kaiba." The doctor said firmly, looking him in the eye for the first time since they had entered the room, "I am not here to judge you. I need this information for your own benefit."

Right, Kaiba thought darkly, watching the doctor's fingers shake as they rested along the edge of the clipboard. Fine.

"Every day." Kaiba said blandly, "More than once a day."

Kaiba saw the doctor twitch and he bit back a laugh. Well shit, he wasn't expecting that answer now, was he? Kaiba sobered up instantly, knowing that this was no laughing matter.

"I disapprove." The doctor replied bluntly, and he turned to set the clipboard down with a loud clatter back onto his desk.

"I am aware." Kaiba said quietly. The heat in his cheeks were not disappearing. Why was he blushing like a goddamn high school girl?!

"Then, I recommend you stay away from your partner, for the next two weeks, minimum. Your concussion needs to fully heal, or you will risk your mental health."

Kaiba froze and broke out into a cold sweat. Two weeks?! No fucking way. He could not do that. He couldn't…..not now, not after he had a taste of what a delicious little slut Yami was! He would sooner die.

"One week." Kaiba countered, eyeing the doctor readily.

The doctor stood firmly and crossed his arms resolutely, "This is not a negotiation Mr. Kaiba. You are lucky you are still young, so your brain is malleable. Two weeks, up to a month."

Kaiba's breath caught in his chest as he felt his eyes burn and water dangerously at the corners. Was this doctor serious?! He was upping the time frame because he had mouthed him!

"Fine. Two weeks." Kaiba said angrily, mirroring the doctor's body language and crossing his arms as well.

"Perhaps you should contact your partner now," The doctor suggested coldly, eyeing the phone in Kaiba's pocket. He wouldn't trust Seto Kaiba to follow his orders unless he was being directly monitored.

Kaiba blinked rapidly, digesting what the doctor's words. He wasn't going to…break things off with Yami! Hell fucking no!

"I'm not doing that." Kaiba said acidly, feeling his throat burn as bile began to rise up in him. He would sooner die than break things off with Yami. This doctor was cruel and insane.

"You should do so, Mr. Kaiba. For your own health." The doctor responded impatiently, tapping his foot against the floor, "Resume, after my recommended restriction period. Please, as your doctor, I am suggesting you pause your activities with this person."

Kaiba let his breath out slowly and he nodded, realizing he was being a fucking idiot.

"Fine." Kaiba said shortly, unfolding his arms as he could feel his hands growing numb. This was his chance to speak with Yami alone.

He watched the doctor nod his head towards the phone in his pocket, "Go ahead. I will be here, listening to your call."

Kaiba blinked, realizing that the doctor didn't trust him and intended to monitor his actions. What's more, the doctor seemed to think his partner was accessible through a phone call.
He would have to disclose the fact that Yami was his partner.
Fuck everything.

"My partner…."Kaiba began quietly, "….Is right outside. Should I call him in?"

The doctor paled visibly and eyed the door nervously, "Y-your partner is a man?!"

"Yes." Kaiba said plainly, watching the doctor slip a handkerchief out of his front pocket and pat his forehead gently. Was it that surprising? Honestly?

"Then-then, I will wait outside while the two of you talk." The doctor stammered, and he hurried towards the door, pulling it open and shutting it quickly behind him. Kaiba smirked and leaned back further against the examination table. Finally, he could now speak with Yami alone.

Yami stepped back, surprised, as the doctor nodded at him politely and gestured for him to step inside, "Mr. Kaiba will now speak with you."

Yami noticed the doctor was usually pale and sweaty. He tilted his head curiously and stepped into the room, unable to tear his eyes away from Kaiba who was leaning casually against the examination table.

The door swung shut loudly behind him and Yami swallowed anxiously. What was going on? Why was the nurse standing outside, and now, the doctor had let them together, alone?

"Come here." Kaiba said coldly, feeling his body heat up from the intensity of Yami's gaze.

Yami walked forwards, feeling numb. Kaiba reached forwards and pulled him into a tight embrace, crushing the air out of his lungs as strong arms wrapped around his body.

"I'm—" Yami began, but his voice caught terribly as Kaiba reached down to gently cup his face in his large hands, his thumbs sweeping gently beneath his eyelashes.

Kaiba felt his chest steadily warming up as he watched Yami blink innocently at him, his large violet eyes were filled with genuine emotion and Kaiba let out a small sigh of relief. Good, this was what he wanted to see, no, this was what he needed to see.

"What am I, to you?" Kaiba asked hoarsely as he ached to kiss Yami's quivering lips. He couldn't. Not now. He needed to know what "game" Yami was playing, if he was playing one.

"You-You're…" Yami scrambled for words that would accurately describe his swelling emotions, "…A dear friend, a formidable rival….a wonderful lover…"

Kaiba's ears began ringing and he leaned down to press his forehead firmly across Yami's, his brown hair meshing with Yami's spiky blonde ones.

Yami felt Kaiba's breath graze the tip of his nose and he reached up to slip his fingers in through the tops of Kaiba's much longer and slender fingers which were wrapped lovingly around his cheeks. Yami felt his lips burn as he yearned for a kiss…

"And what game are you playing, exactly?" Kaiba said, lowering his voice so much that he could barely hear himself speak. He wasn't sure if he could take the answer to this question.

Yami stiffened and his heart began to race frantically as he realized Kaiba was completely misunderstanding what Yugi had said in the limo.

"No!" Yami exclaimed, feeling anxious and desperate. He gripped Kaiba's hands tightly, "I'm not playing a game. I never was! Yugi thinks…he thinks…we're…" Yami's voice trailed off badly. He wasn't sure what Yugi thought. Yami only knew that Yugi was angry about his original lie to Mokuba, and the explicit photo…

Kaiba felt his spirits soar as he heard this and he pressed his lips tightly across the bridge of Yami's nose, feeling his eyelashes tickle his cheeks. Yami's answer sounded so genuine, it was better than any "I love you" he had ever heard.
Damn…how was he going to tell Yami they had to hold back for two weeks? There was no nice way of saying it.

"Two weeks." Kaiba said quietly, "I can't see you for two weeks. Can you wait that long?"

Yami blinked rapidly, his mind growing hazy with lust as Kaiba's breath panned across his face once more. Kaiba's breath smelled so sweet. What was that about two weeks? Waiting? He had been waiting…longer than that! What exactly would he be waiting for?

"I want a kiss." Yami said stubbornly, ignoring Kaiba's comment completely and jutting up on his toes, sliding his hands up into Kaiba's hair, purposely grabbing a fistful of light brown hair, forcefully angling Kaiba's lips towards his.

Kaiba nodded weakly and he crashed his lips down across Yami's waiting mouth, which was parted slightly in eagerness, his tongue was waiting at the edge of his lips, and Kaiba bit back a soft groan as Yami thrust his tongue aggressively into his mouth, tasting him.
Had Yami even heard him?

Yami smiled into the kiss, his teeth grazing along Kaiba's bottom lip lightly as he sensually licked the roof of Kaiba's mouth. The doctor and nurse were stupid to let them have the room alone.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him back forcefully. Yami's head spun violently as Kaiba's lips left his own, and his frowned, panting slightly. He tightened his grip in Kaiba's hair, watching Kaiba frown and look troubled.

"What?" Yami said defensively and Kaiba repeated himself, "We can't see each other for two weeks. Can we do that?"

Yami froze as he felt the room tilt and shift in his vision.
Kaiba's arms held him strongly in place, "What?" Yami whispered faintly, feeling lightheaded. He couldn't. He would sooner die.

Kaiba sighed, half-amused. He'd figured Yami hadn't heard him the first time around, and judging by the shocked look on his face, he seemed to be taking the news just as badly.

"Two…weeks?" Yami repeated numbly, his hands slipping out of Kaiba's hair to rest on his shoulders. How could he live, after knowing what Kaiba's body felt like, every day? He wouldn't last one day, or even two, let alone fourteen days!

Kaiba pulled Yami closer against his body, feeling Yami shiver and tense up, "Doctor's orders. Two weeks, up to a month."

A month?! Yami blinked, his eyes heating up terribly as Kaiba pressed his cheek close to his chest and Yami could hear the loud pounding of Kaiba's heartbeat, mirroring his own. Kaiba was…just as unhappy about this arrangement as he was.

There was a soft knock at the door and Yami shook terribly, his legs growing weak. No…no!

"One minute!" Kaiba called loudly and the knocking stopped.

Yami threw his arms around Kaiba's neck and pressed his lips tightly against Kaiba's cheek, inhaling his scent deeply, biting back tears of disappointment and anger.

"I can't! I can't do it!" Yami cried, clinging tightly onto Kaiba as a single tear found its way down his cheek, dripping onto the collar of Kaiba's shirt.

Kaiba cupped Yami's delicate face in his hands again, staring deeply into his angular violet eyes, "Yes. Yes you can." He said viciously, leaning forwards to give Yami a hot, open-mouthed kiss, feeling Yami weaken and press back into him with renewed vigor.

Kaiba felt a wet tear inching its way down his thumb and he finally understood. Yami's tears were tears of fear. He was crying because he was dreading the end of the wonderful contact between them.

Kaiba pulled away and swallowed thickly, burning Yami's flushed, tearful expression into his memory, "Stop that. It's not the end of the world. I'll see you again. You have a phone. Use it."

Yami blinked and tried to compose himself, quickly brushing the back of his hand across his cheeks, embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel terrible. What if Kaiba regained his all of his memories during their time apart? Then this would really be the last time they would act this way with each other!

"You'll want to see me again, after two weeks?" Yami whispered, gripping Kaiba's hand tightly as another knock sounded loudly from the doorway again.

"Yes, of course." Kaiba said arrogantly, feeling Yami's hand grow hot over his. Jesus. He'd be crazy not to.

"Your word." Yami said, his voice returning to its normal volume as the door handle clicked and began to turn. "Give me your word."

"I promise." Kaiba said quietly, leaning forwards to kiss Yami again but to his great surprise, Yami stepped back, looking determined.

"Good." Yami said firmly, knowing the doctor and nurse could hear everything they were now saying, choosing his next words carefully, "We can continue, when I see you, in two weeks."

And he hoped to god that Kaiba would want to kiss him again in two weeks, if he regained any more of his memories and wasn't revolted by their frequent lovemaking.

"Yami…" Kaiba started, reaching out to grab Yami's arm, feeling slightly irritated. Yami was such a fucking tease! The doctor coughed politely and Kaiba withdrew his hand.

Yami nodded stiffly and made zero eye contact as he turned a heel and walked gracefully out of the room.

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Author's note:

There. This chapter was super long to make up for the short chapter last week ^_^

I'm in week three of moving house (wishes it was over soon! I MISS MY DESK)

Leave a review! Let me know what you think! 333

hugs,

Ugli