The whole point of dragging Kaiba away from his computer, away from work, away from the tower and all the way back to either of their homes was so that they could spend time together. This often happened in long bouts of unconsciousness. The times when Kaiba was most vulnerable and able to let Atem go home with him, were when he was days on a coffee diet and without sleep. So when the little idiot swooped in, it was too much for him to take the badgering under weeks' worth of stress and ache.
So Atem had gone into the office at quarter past ten. He'd sat on the couch and watched Kaiba drift into nothingness. He'd gotten up, taken his arm and argued lightly with him for a few moments until the CEO gave in. They'd sat in the car driven by Isono. They'd gone back to the manor. They'd gone up to the master bedroom. They'd had sex. And they'd fallen asleep together.
That was supposed to be the end of it. They'd sleep until late in the afternoon when Kaiba woke up and rushed. And yelled that Atem was a nuisance and that he didn't have time to be lazing around. That was the normal route. It was what Atem had been expecting, and why he'd been so sound asleep in the comfort of Kaiba's arms. So much so that the chirp of Kaiba's cell phone had failed to even rouse him a little.
But stirred Kaiba, who was notoriously a light sleeper. Atem's warmth was distracting, though, and he willed it away. At least he tried. But the buzzing and the noise became more insistent and eventually he had to slide that smaller body away from him. Atem's groan had a light feeling of guilt assaulting him, but he ignored it in favor of his phone on the bedside table. And once he read the texts on his screen he got on his feet, shuffled on a robe and left the room.
Atem stayed asleep for a few minutes more. He reached out, expecting Kaiba's form to be turned away from him. His fingers spread along the bedtop, the sheets, the covers. Up over the pillows. He couldn't find him. It was startling enough for him to finally open his eyes and sit up. Alone. In the master bedroom of the Kaiba Mansion. This normally wouldn't be a problem. If he couldn't get himself started in the morning after Kaiba left, he'd be left here.
But it was dark. Still night time. Surely Kaiba hadn't gone back to the office and left him alone. There hadn't been an emergency, had there? It was the only explanation he could think of. He realized he had no want to be in this house alone in the darkness. So he got to his feet, naked still and moved to the front of the room so he could turn the light switch on. And once he did that he got to the task of dressing himself.
What to do then? He couldn't walk home. He'd have to call a car. And if Kaiba was at the office, Isono would be too. Isono was the only one he was okay with calling for help, out of Kaiba's aides. Frustrated, he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. Maybe a midnight snack would fix things. So downstairs he went, intent on raiding the fridge that was no doubt well stocked despite the fact that anyone hardly even lived there.
Once he rounded the corner of the stairs on the first floor, the mystery of where Kaiba had disappeared to was promptly solved. The answer was almost better than him having gone to the office, but it was still the same bottom line. Work. He was in his private office, door open, and fingers furiously moving along his keyboard. He looked deep in concentration, the dark circles under his eyes accentuated by the glow of the computer screen. He hadn't even bothered to turn the light on.
Atem sighed, tempted to go in there and bother him. But if he hadn't gone back to the office, it must have meant that he had a mind to return back to bed. Which was good news. Now all Atem had to do was wait. And he could have gone back to bed to do so. But he was well awake now and his craving for junk food had subsided. So instead he turned from the office and...
Walked. Aimlessly. The mansion was huge. And he'd barely seen any of it. The foyer. The private office. The kitchen. The sitting room in front. Kaiba's room. Mokuba's room. And that was really it. He never had much need to see any more of it, after all. He was barely ever there. Kaiba had warned him once or twice not to snoop. But this was hardly snooping.
The moonlight was strong, drawing him deeper down a hallway and into what looked to be a forgotten ballroom of sorts- at least that's what Atem would have called it. Hard marble floors, a chandelier up top, chairs lining the walls. Tables. Everything was dusty, especially a large black piano bathing in the same pale light as everything else. Atem wondered if Gozaburo had hosted parties here. It would have made sense. And it made even more sense that this room was so unused. He just couldn't help but go over to the large windows and sit himself on the bench of the piano.
He moved his fingers over the dusty keys, not actually putting pressure. How far away was he from the office? Would Kaiba hear him touching it? ...better question, would he get mad?
Atem decided in one quick move that he hardly cared. Putting both hands on the ivory, he pressed down a few keys. He had no clue how to play a piano. Or any instrument, really. But to his credit, he made a sort-of harmony. He moved his fingers that way, over the white ones, over some of the black ones. All disconnected. No real melody. But it didn't sound half bad.
Not as bad as the footsteps down the hall, making him realize he had dragged Kaiba out of his office. "What are you doing?" The brunet came closer across the floor, robe flowing behind him as if it were one of his trench coats. "You're making too much noise." He'd finished up what he'd had to do, not that Atem needed to know that. He'd told that pest never to wander too far or stick his nose where it wasn't wanted.
"Did I bother you?" He looked up after resting his spread fingers along the pressed keys. Kaiba looked tired still. So was he.
He looked entirely unamused. "Why else would I have come down here? The sound carries, you know." Stated like Atem was a toddler. Because he was sure acting like one.
Atem looked at him for a moment longer, lingering on his face before he dropped his eyes back down to the keys. "Do you know how to play it?"
A sound of disgust moved from Kaiba's throat. "Useless endeavors. Instruments are a waste of time." A strong denial.
And one that sounded familiar to Atem. "That's not an answer." He looked behind him as Kaiba approached, rounding and leaning down over him. The soft contact was nice.
"Go back to bed." Murmured in his ear. If he played his cards right, he could get Atem up and away from the piano without much more incident.
Predictably, Atem refused to let up. "Can you play or not?" Tone drenched in challenge. "Or can you do just about as much as I can?" His fingers skittered across the keys in an ugly way.
Kaiba sighed, arms coming around that smaller body. His fingers spread, pressing in lightly. The definite beginnings of a long forgotten melody. "It's a useless skill." He reassured the both of them, especially as Atem leaned back. His mother had liked it when he played. Gozaburo had less time for it, unless he was showing him off at a party. Like a show donkey. The memory made him grit his teeth and pull away.
Atem followed suit, though, his curiosity sated. "Are you coming back to bed, too?" He swiveled on the bench before standing.
"If it will keep you from going places you don't belong." He warned. "I've told you several times not to-"
He stopped Kaiba's tirade with his arms around the brunet's neck. "I was going to leave. But I thought that might be a bad idea, seeing as how you didn't." Kaiba had stayed for him, with the intent of coming back to bed. As far as things went, that was pretty sweet. For Kaiba, anyway.
"Going to the office would have wasted precious seconds when I could complete what I needed to here." More denial. It was a constant song Kaiba would always sing. Even as his hands drifted to Atem's hips. But Atem sang better songs. Like the ones he could drag out of that small body in the form of gasps and groans. Easily taken from him as his lips pressed against Atem's neck.
"Seto-" He was too tired to fight off the advance, and suddenly desperate for it at the same time. His hands balled in that bathrobe, keeping him close. His hips raised as Kaiba's hands rounded his backside.
"Hn." A deep and warmly amused noise as his tongue pressed against a fresh bite mark. He reached back to slide the cover over the piano keys, and then raised Atem up to sit on it. "This skill, however.." Breathed out as he effortlessly got Atem out of his pants, a light grip on his already hard cock.
Breathless. Wanton. Too tired to make sense of it. They'd been interrupted out of sleep- not sex. He wasn't sure he could do this again so close together. "You call it a skill?" Something he learned? And utilized? Atem felt like a toy all of a sudden.
Much more so when Kaiba laughed deeply. "You wouldn't?" He could bring Atem to his knees so easily. It was a thing of beauty. Like his little lover, panting and red faced in the moonlight. The hitched noise that Atem made when he pressed two fingers inside of him was more than enough.
"Good answer."