"Title: [one shot] A discovery
Summary: Kaiba finds a grey hair and decides he isn't living life to the fullest.
Chapter 2
Yami silenced his phone and walked up to the maître d', scanning the seating area in the restaurant, wondering if Kumi-san had already been seated.
"May I help you?" the woman at the podium asked coldly, looking annoyed as she lifted a page on the clipboard in front of her. "I don't see your name here, Mr. Mutou."
Yami frowned, wondering if he had made her angry without knowing why. "I'm here with a guest. She might already be—"
"Last name?" she interrupted rudely, stopping a waiter who was passing by and pointing at the ends of his shirt peeking messily out from over his waistband.
"Fix your shirt," she snapped, turning back to Yami with a grimacing smile. "Last name of your friend?"
"I only know her first name," Yami began hopelessly, thinking that this woman was incredibly hostile. "Please check your list for—"
"No last name, no entrance," she spoke over him again, half-listening as she once again became preoccupied when something buzzed loudly on the podium's surface.
"Well, maybe she's already been seated," Yami snapped, losing all patience with the maître d'. "Please let me take a look behind y—"
"There's a 5,000 yen entrance fee," she drawled, interrupting him again, and Yami felt like shouting, but he stood his ground as shock rooted him firmly to the spot.
A…5,000 yen entrance fee? What the hell kind of place was this?!
Kaiba was sitting at a table facing the doorway, drumming his nicely manicured nails on the tabletop, secretly enjoying the way Yami's cheeks were steadily reddening with rage.
Was he having trouble walking in through the front door?
Yes, it seemed so, and this was the way it should be.
Everything is going to be difficult for you today, Yami, Kaiba glowered privately, sipping his wine delicately, thinking he would let Yami sweat for a few more minutes before he stood up.
Yami let his breath out in a slow sigh, setting his jaw as a finely dressed couple brushed past him and were instantly bowed in by the maître d', whose demeanor changed instantaneously the moment she laid eyes on the woman's branded handbag.
Classist jerks, Yami thought angrily to himself, wondering if he had mistaken Kumi-san for someone soft and kind-hearted. This place looked like a place where cut-throat white-collar people came together to laugh at peasants over an expensive cut of meat on their plates.
He was about to leave, but he saw someone wave to him out of the corner of his eye, and Yami raised his hand to wave back cautiously. His breath stuck in his chest as he saw a beautiful brunette sitting alone at a table by a window, the soft curls of her hair falling gently over her bare shoulders.
Excited, Yami stepped through the restaurant doors and hastily made his way towards her, catching the maître d's eye and seeing her approach him quickly.
He pulled the chair out from the table and ducked his head down politely at Kumi, seeing her nod and bow forwards while still seated, leaning forward so much, he caught a glimpse of the edges of a pretty lacy bra pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse.
Yami felt himself redden instantly and the maître d' appeared beside him, looking livid.
"Excuse me," she said, and Yami interrupted her viciously. "This is my friend. Please leave us alone."
Kaiba ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, biting back a laugh.
"Fine," the woman sniffed haughtily and floated away to tend to the other tables.
"Ridiculous," Yami growled, pressing a palm to his face, willing himself to calm down. He was excited, angry, and aroused all at once.
Yami threw a tentative smile at Kumi, taking in every bit of her outfit today with deep appreciation, and to his immense relief, she was carrying a purse today.
She was wearing a thin striped blouse with tight sleeves that bared her shoulders in a sexy way. A beautiful, pale-blue scarf that matched her sparkling clear blue eyes was looped gracefully around her neck.
Yami felt his smile wavering terribly as he felt his stomach churn with arousal as she blinked prettily at him, and her pale skin seemed to glow in the warm sunlight.
His heart was pounding too quickly inside his chest and it was becoming painful, so he lowered his gaze to stare at the single glass of wine on her side of the table. She had…already ordered something for herself….
Kaiba forced a tight-lipped smile in return and smoothly tucked the purse he'd been carrying into his lap, feeling a surge of deep satisfaction. He knew Yami had not seen him carry a purse during their first meeting, and that might have thrown him off. He had also taken care to wear a damn scarf to conceal his adam's apple.
There wasn't anything he missed, he was sure of it.
"You look beautiful today," Yami said boldly, inching his chair closer into the table in an effort to somehow get closer to her, even though they were seated at opposite sides of the table.
Oh, I know, Kaiba thought evilly, nodding silently again and pointing at the menu. Take a look.
Yami swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and peeled the menu open, unsurprised to see that everything cost twice as much compared to what he was accustomed to.
Holy shit.
He had forgotten…that having a girlfriend meant that she could charge anything on his tab and virtually get away with it.
Was she doing this on purpose? Forcing him to meet at this ridiculously fancy restaurant to bleed him dry in two or three days?
Women like this were scary too. They were con-artists of sorts…!
Kaiba felt himself smirking gleefully as he watched Yami's face go through a series of transformations, looking stunned, confused, fearful, and then angry as he frowned down at the menu.
This was hilarious! Was Yami always this expressive?
Can't afford this date? Kaiba thought cheerfully, reaching his hand across the table, opening and closing his palm, waiting for Yami to catch on.
Yami raised his head slowly, his heart jumping into his throat as he watched her smile at him and reach across the table.
He slowly nodded and placed his hand into her palm, holding her hand tightly, feeling himself grow hot all over as she began to trace letters over the back of his hand with a delicate finger.
Don't worry, this is on me.
Yami blinked rapidly, feeling her finger tickling the back of his hand, sending violent goosebumps up his arm. He felt like yanking his hand back, but she wasn't finished writing.
I already ordered for us, Kaiba wrote slowly, smirking at the way Yami's hand trembled and twitched in his own, and he felt extremely powerful. He had called ahead, as himself, placing orders and paying for the entire meal and anything else they would've needed ahead of time, to ensure that he could avoid speaking throughout his entire date with Yami.
"You did?" Yami asked shakily, feeling a warm wave of relief wash over him. Good…this was good! She was thoughtful and kind after all!
His arm was heating up wonderfully as Kumi held onto him tightly, still continuing to gently trace letters into his skin.
Tell me…what your hobbies are…
Yami blinked rapidly and nodded, hastily withdrawing his hand and placing it into his lap, feeling his skin burn as her blue-eyed gaze sent electric tingles up and down his spine.
"Well, I'm a duelist at heart, I'm sure you know," Yami began quietly, seeing her nod happily and sip her wine delicately. "I do a little bit of everything…but I mainly sit in the shop with Yugi."
A little bit of everything, sure, Kaiba thought sarcastically, half-listening as his mind wandered slightly, entertaining the shocked look on Yami's face after their meal when he would open his mouth to speak. What would he say?
"…Kumi-san?" Yami asked tentatively, thinking she hadn't heard him at all. Was he being boring?!
Shit, what? Kaiba tilted his head to the side and tapped his ear quickly. Repeat it. I wasn't listening.
"I was saying…I'm wondering if you are a model," Yami said quickly, seeing a waiter pause beside their table to set two steaming plates of pasta in front of them before disappearing again.
That again? Kaiba thought sourly, shaking his head. Could Yami shut the fuck up about models and angels? It was getting tiring to hear.
Yami saw Kumi shake her head gracefully and tuck her hair behind her ears, picking up her fork delicately and begin to eat with her head lowered so much, her bangs obscured her eyes.
From this angle…without any shadows to hide her face, she looked exactly like…Seto Kaiba!
Yami drew in his breath sharply, feeling his heart flutter with a mixture of fear and disbelief.
He was seeing things.
No, he wasn't.
With her hair tucked behind her ears, and the way her jaw angled downwards, and the way her bangs curled softly, stopping just above her eyes, it all looked too familiar.
Kaiba heard Yami hiccup strangely, and he ignored him, poking at his food, waiting for Yami to continue speaking.
"I asked around," Yami continued speaking with his guard instantly up, and he sharpened his senses. "I work with a lot of models. I also have access to many photo books. Which entertainment company do you work for? I tried looking for you, searching for your photo book via traits…."
Change the damn topic, fucking please, Kaiba growled to himself, stabbing his fork into his plate, hoping Yami would get the message.
It was no wonder Yami was single. If he talked like this on all of his dates….
"Kumi-san…" Yami repeated her name again, sounding impatient this time. "If I'm boring you, please speak up. Don't be shy. Can you talk to me?"
No, I'm mute. I thought that was fucking obvious, Kaiba thought angrily, shaking his head stiffly and setting his fork down, no longer hungry.
"You can't speak, or you don't want to speak?" Yami asked suspiciously, eyeing the blue scarf wrapped thinly around her neck. It was a decorative scarf, clearly, but…something about it unsettled him.
He caught her shooting him a defiant glare, and he dropped his fork with a loud clatter onto his plate, feeling as if lighting struck him where he was sitting.
Kaiba.
Those cold blue eyes were definitely familiar, along with the slender nose, pale skin, and high cheekbones. This was…Seto Kaiba…! Only with long hair, long eyelashes, and incredibly soft-looking lips.
Yami blinked rapidly, feeling himself tremble with incredulity, unable to stem his excitement and mirth.
This had to be Kaiba.
This had to be Kaiba!
He wasn't going crazy…right?!
Kaiba kept his face impassive as he let Yami's angular eyes roam over his face, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, breaking out into a cold sweat. Yami was staring at him with his mouth slightly open, his shoulders shaking slightly with every slow breath he took.
Biting his tongue painfully, he smiled the friendliest smile he could muster, watching Yami's eyes widen further and begin to water at the corners. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was acting as if he had been hit by a truck.
"I think…" Yami managed to speak after a long moment, feeling his pants grow uncomfortably tight as his erection strained against the zipper. "…I just…came in my underwear."
Kaiba felt a bubble of laughter rising quickly up inside his chest and covered his mouth with one hand, looking out the window quickly, furiously chewing the inside of his cheek as he tried his best not to react.
Yami grinned triumphantly, seeing the tips of her ears grow bright red as she covered her mouth and looked away quickly, her eyelashes fluttering frantically. Hilarious!
If she was really a high-maintenance woman, Yami deduced she would've slapped him and left immediately at the slightest hint of vulgarity, but instead, she was laughing, her bare shoulders shaking slightly with mirth.
How much more proof did he need that she was Kaiba?
"Change of topic," Yami said hastily, neatly arranging his fork beside his plate, shaking with excitement. "Duel monsters. If you don't mind me saying, I think Seto Kaiba is a real asshole."
Ah, the juicy shit, Kaiba thought mildly, turning his attention back to Yami, nodding stiffly again. Go on, tell me how much of an asshole I am.
"He's a terrible liar," Yami said evenly, watching for a reaction in her face.
Nothing. She blinked, still looking uninterested, raising the wine glass to her plump lips and taking a casual sip.
"And…I hate to say this," Yami continued carefully, reaching for his glass of water and raising it to his lips, mimicking her movements. "But I find him incredibly attractive, which is why I chase after girls with brown hair and blue eyes."
Kaiba's heart skipped a beat as he lightly choked on his wine, and he grit his teeth, swallowing the cough that was clawing its way up his throat. Was Yami being serious right now? Way to make a girl feel special.
Yami smirked triumphantly, seeing the tips of her fingernails turn white as she gripped her glass tightly, but on second thought, he wasn't sure if she was reacting with anger or something else.
"I'm kidding," Yami said quickly, seeing her flash him another defiant glare, and he itched in his own skin. All he wanted to do was kiss her wonderfully soft lips again and never stop.
I need to calm the fuck down, Kaiba thought darkly, rubbing the center of his chest lightly with one finger, feeling his heart racing uncontrollably. He felt more at ease with Yami now that he was smiling and joking with him. This was something new. Yami never smiled at him.
"Hey, Kumi-san," Yami spoke with urgency in his voice, throwing his napkin down onto the table's surface and rising to his feet gracefully. "Can we take a walk?" And he offered her his hand, looking deeply into her eyes, seeing her gaze back at him with equal intensity.
Kaiba nodded airily and stood fluidly, watching Yami's eyes follow him upwards and his expression changed into one of deep admiration. It made his heart flutter violently.
He reluctantly pressed his cold hand into Yami's warmer one and allowed himself to be led out of the restaurant, thankful that he had chosen to wear boots with a wedge instead of a stiletto heel today.
Yami probably wanted to parade him around town because he was so fucking proud, thinking he had bagged himself a "supermodel". It was cute…sort of.
Once properly outside, Yami shamelessly raked his eyes up and down her slender figure, eyeing the small strip of skin peeking out just above her thighs where her skirt met the edge of her knee-high stockings.
Yami felt himself sweat again as his stomach churned with arousal.
If she was Kaiba, Kaiba really went the extra mile to accentuate his feminine traits.
You're drooling, Kaiba thought evilly, giving Yami's hand a warm squeeze and pointing to the corner of his mouth, comically dragging his finger down to mimic drool.
Yami smiled happily at her, enjoying the way the sunlight shone off of her light brown hair, leading her down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the stiff tightness in his pants. How long had he been erect?
Since he had sat down at the beginning of that lunch.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Come with me to my apartment," Yami demanded, giving her hand a solid squeeze, feeling his heart race as he pressed the pads of his fingers against her knuckles. Large. Her hands were large. Was this what it would feel like if he was holding hands with Kaiba? Or maybe this was just intense wishful thinking because she reminded him so much of Kaiba!
Your place already? Kaiba thought sarcastically, thinking Yami couldn't be any more desperate, horny, and obvious. But this was fine. The sooner they were somewhere private, the sooner he could tear off his hair extensions and open his mouth to speak.
He let Yami lead him down the street, catching a few appreciative glances from men passing by, and he pointedly ignored them, staring straight down at the tips of Yami's spiky hair, noticing that Yami's hand was growing clammy in his own.
Yami seemed to genuinely like him, and the closer they were getting to the apartment, the higher his anxiety was rising.
Maybe…this wasn't such a good idea after all. The way Yami had gazed adoringly up at him made his stomach turn with guilt. Would Yami lose all respect for him after discovering who he really was?
He stopped forcefully in the middle of the pathway as they were passing through Domino park, and he watched Yami turn to gaze longingly up at him again, looking worried.
"What's wrong?" Yami asked nervously, wondering if she was going to change her mind. It was obvious what they were going to do once they got to his apartment…
She grabbed his hand and pressed her finger hurriedly into the center of his palm, and Yami could barely keep up as she wrote quickly.
I'm not sure this is a good idea! We just met. Maybe next time.
There, that should work, Kaiba thought anxiously, releasing Yami's hand and panicking as Yami's fingers tightened over his own as his gaze turned fierce and intense.
"I'm serious about you," Yami said firmly, gazing up into her face, unable to unsee Kaiba's face.
He was desperately looking for more clues that would give him any hints that this "woman" was Kaiba. Even with the long curtains of curly brown hair framing her face, she still looked unmistakably like Kaiba.
Shit, I'm fucked, Kaiba paled, and he shook his head lightly, annoyed to find that Yami was ignoring him, dragging him forward forcefully, talking in a rushed tone.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known," Yami continued seriously, feeling her resist behind him. "You're intelligent, kind, and engaging to be with."
Charming lies, Kaiba thought darkly. Did Yami pull this stunt with women he met off the street on a daily basis? Shameless.
They crossed a narrow street and Kaiba tried to swallow his nervousness as Yami led him up a series of stairs, passing by numbered doors with every passing flight, and Kaiba was beginning to regret everything very quickly.
This was too real.
Was he really holding hands with his rival, following him up the stairs to his apartment?
Yami hastily unlocked the door and let her step inside before him, staring intensely at the backs of her boots, feeling incredibly aroused.
Kaiba stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, taking in how oddly neat everything was. It was a well-kept living space, and a small desk sat against a wall beside a large window.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and Kaiba almost lost his balance. He shot a hand out to brace himself against the wall, seeing Yami press himself tightly against his body, blinking steadily up at him, his angular eyes unusually dark with lust.
"Let's kiss again," Yami said deeply with a wavering smile on his lips, and Kaiba felt a tiny headache coming on. Maybe he could say something now.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Shit.
Shit, had he really gone mute?
Yami tilted his head curiously, wondering why she suddenly looked so apprehensive, and he threw caution to the wind, jutting up on his toes and clinging onto her tighter, feeling his fingers brushing lightly against the clasp of her bra.
She had already come into the room with him. What happened next ought to be fine!
Kaiba blinked rapidly and felt himself leaning down to meet Yami's lips. Halfway there, he paused and jerked away when he changed his mind.
His heart thundered in his chest as he wondered what the hell he was doing, but incidentally, he had lowered himself enough for Yami to reach him. He found himself trapped in a half-bowed position as Yami grabbed onto the scarf around his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss.
Frozen with shock, Kaiba kept his eyes wide open as Yami's face was centimeters from his own, his heart threatening to explode out of his chest as Yami sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue, causing him to shiver. Yami's eyes were firmly closed and he was wearing a blissful expression as their lips touched.
What the hell was happening?
Yami was enjoying himself immensely, thinking she tasted like lipstick and wine.
He pulled away quickly and grabbed her hand, leading her towards the couch and pushing her down into a sitting position, pressing his hands heavily on top of her thighs, feeling his palms burn as he could feel the divide where her stockings met her skin.
Kaiba was in full-panic mode as he realized he was being pushed down, and he forced himself to remain in an upright sitting position, feeling his stomach flutter as Yami's scent drifted up around him from the couch.
This was bad. He was leaving…now!
Yami smirked triumphantly as he raked his gaze down her slender frame, noticing a wonderful bulge jutting up from underneath her skirt, looking oddly out of place, but somehow deliciously enticing.
Kaiba swallowed tensely as he followed Yami's gaze, the air leaving his lungs as he stared down at himself, seeing his own erection jutting up through his black mini skirt.
Shiiiiiit.
"See, I knew there was something about you." Yami said devilishly, unable to contain his triumph as he knelt to the ground by Kaiba's feet, wrapping one hand sensually around Kaiba's calf and giving it a squeeze through his leather boots. Sexy.
The view from below was wonderful too. He could see right up the skirt, and to his immense delight, he caught a glimpse of something lacy and blue.
Blinking rapidly, Kaiba inched away to the side, throwing a frantic look over his shoulder at the door, wondering if he could give Yami a vicious kick and make a run for it.
His reveal wasn't going according to plan at all.
If anything, Yami seemed to be enjoying himself more and more, and his plan to embarrass him was backfiring horribly.
Yami bit his tongue lightly, unable to stop himself from smiling. He was now more certain than ever that this "woman" was Seto Kaiba.
Did Kaiba know that he had been discovered? Or was he still expecting special treatment?
"Your legs are so long," Yami continued smoothly, gently unlacing one of Kaiba's boots, feeling his dick itch and throb excitedly in his pants.
Kaiba grit his teeth and withdrew his leg, attempting to shove his other foot into Yami's crotch, but felt his knee lock up as a warm hand wrapped around his ankle, restraining him mid-kick.
"No, don't fight me," Yami said seriously, giving Kaiba a dark look, tensing as the toe of the boot caught him right at the tip of his clothed erection, sending a jolt of pain shooting up this core.
Shit. Kaiba had almost kicked him in the dick.
He had to tread carefully.
Even though Kaiba was dressed as a woman, he was not weak.
Yami had to remind himself that there was still a six-foot-tall man underneath the short skirt and knee-high stockings.
What did Kaiba like? Yami's mind raced as he pressed Kaiba's foot right into the center of his crotch, feeling Kaiba's leg flexing nervously in his touch.
"See? You do this to me," Yami nodded and smirked, grinding forwards onto the flat of Kaiba's shoe, his heart thudding happily in his chest as he saw Kaiba's eyes widen slightly.
Kaiba liked control, or rather, the illusion of control, and this was the way to appease him, Yami was sure of it.
Kaiba bit the inside of his lip and shook his head frantically, deciding he would speak now.
He opened his mouth to shout, but was stifled as Yami came rushing at his mouth, pressing his slender frame firmly against his body, shoving his tongue thickly into his mouth while grinning, causing teeth to graze painfully across his upper lip.
Kaiba attempted to lean away and cursed, giving Yami a vicious bite on his tongue and shoved him away with all his might, feeling Yami cling onto him tighter and straddle him fluidly, laughing deeply.
Hands came down into his hair and jerked his head upwards so hard, his neck strained, and Kaiba swallowed nervously, feeling a hot tongue and teeth graze his ear and travel down his neck.
He let out a yell and struggled weakly, his stomach churning and swooping with a mixture of fear and amazement. Yami wasn't letting up.
Nothing was deterring him.
Not even the fact that he had a penis underneath his skirt.
"You're making…a mistake…" Kaiba hissed, feeling himself grow weak all over as Yami chuckled warmly in his ear. "I'm a man. Let me up."
"I don't make mistakes," Yami replied breathlessly as a surge of triumph swelled up inside his chest. "I make conquests."
His initial assumptions had been correct! Kaiba. This was Kaiba's voice.
Kaiba's heart froze along with his body as he heard this, watching Yami ease off of him in slow motion and drop down to his feet again, carefully peeling the boots off his legs and tossing them carelessly aside.
Yami slipped his fingers in through the tops of Kaiba's knee-high stockings and gave them a vicious yank, enjoying the way the rolled easily off from his pale, slender legs.
Unable to move, think, or breathe, Kaiba sat motionless, feeling as if he was floating out of his own body, watching Yami undressing him from above. There was a permanent expression of dark glee fixed on his face, and his violet eyes were wide with excitement.
Yami pulled the soft stocking between his fingers and nimbly climbed atop Kaiba's lap, draping the thin material over his shoulders lovingly, gazing deeply into his eyes.
Kaiba felt himself heat up uncontrollably and he blinked rapidly, wondering if that would break any spell that Yami had put on him, but to no avail.
Yami smirked impishly at him again before undoing his own belts, inching his pants down along his hips and letting his shaft sit tightly pressed up against his stomach inside his underwear.
Kaiba swallowed nervously and felt his mouth water strangely as Yami slid his underwear down lower, giving him a full view of his penis. The tip was shining wetly with his arousal, and before Kaiba had a chance to think, the tip of Yami's dick was sitting right at his lips while Yami hovered menacingly in front of him, looking deeply excited.
"I want to mess up your beautiful face," Yami said evilly, raising his hands to cup Kaiba's ears, feeling Kaiba's jaw clench firmly as he forcefully pulled Kaiba's head closer towards his dick. "Open your pretty mouth…Kaiba."
Kaiba gasped, and Yami seized this chance to shove himself into Kaiba's mouth as his jaw loosened.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Yami winced as he felt teeth grazing along the bottom of his shaft, and he curled his fingers tighter into Kaiba's hair, giving him a gentle shake.
"Hey…do it properly. Or is this your first time?" Yami smiled widely, knowing he had struck a nerve as Kaiba tensed visibly in his grip.
Kaiba felt his heart skip a solid beat in his chest as the tip of Yami's dick grazed the roof of his mouth, stretching his jaw widely as Yami thrust steadily into his mouth, feeling himself leaking miserably into his underwear.
He could feel himself tearing up as his lips grew numb and his jaw began to ache from Yami's girth.
Yami felt himself slipping. He tucked a strand of light brown hair behind Kaiba's ear, watching Kaiba's eyelashes flutter wildly every time he slid in and out of his mouth, sending delicious hot shivers of pleasure up and down his entire body.
He glanced down and stared at the way Kaiba's pale hand moved over the tip of his own erection inside his skirt.
Kaiba blinked, feeling dizzy as Yami slid out of his mouth, and he felt something soft tightening over his wrists. He glanced down hazily, shocked see his own stockings wrapped firmly around his arms so tightly, his elbows were touching.
A warm hand was massaging his length through his skirt, and Yami's handsome face hovered in his view, his angular eyes dark with lust.
"Spread," Yami said heatedly, nudging Kaiba's legs apart with his knee, pleased to see the skirt lift wonderfully, and the base of Kaiba's balls were barely visible underneath the thin fabric.
Kaiba fell forward onto his elbows with a soft thump and he watched with horror as Yami's spiky head disappeared between his legs and a searing heat enveloped his shaft, causing him to shudder with sweet relief as Yami's tongue slid roughly over his slit, eliciting a series of cold and hot flashes to sear through his body.
His skirt was slid off of his hips and his erection sprang into view. Yami hovered over his length, still smirking confidently while his tip grazed his chin erotically, and Kaiba winced, feeling himself trembling all over as Yami's breath grazed teasingly across his exposed tip.
The thin lace of his underwear had been torn and was pressed tightly between his thigh and his balls while his erection stood at attention, still shamelessly leaking.
"…Stop staring," Kaiba managed after several deep breaths, seeing his own chest heaving as Yami ran his hand up and down along his inner thigh, clearly taking his sweet time, enjoying every single one of his reactions.
Yami held Kaiba's gaze for one long second before ducking his head back down to suck powerfully on his dick, easily lifting one of Kaiba's legs and draping it on the shoulder, feeling him sliding down lower along the couch cushions while his breathing grew loud and ragged.
Kaiba shut his eyes and tensed, losing himself in the tightness of Yami's mouth, his head spinning as a wonderful heat rubbed strongly underneath his balls, sending a rough shudder through his body as Yami's finger found his hole and pressed firmly against his entrance, padding gently around the rim while slick wetness gathered between his fingers from the residual saliva.
His stomach twisted with fear and disbelief as Yami reached down with his other hand and gave his balls a rough grab, palming them fully while Yami's finger shoved high up inside of him and gave him a lewd swirl.
Kaiba threw his head back and let out a silent yell, feeling his throat burn as his voice caught in his chest, Yami's finger thrusting mercilessly in and out of his hole, sending twisting threads of pleasure running up and down his legs, causing his toes to grow numb."
Yami leaned away from the computer screen, his breathing growing shallow and labored as his mouth became terribly dry.
He glanced down at himself and saw a small wet patch of his own pre-cum staining the center of his cloth pants, and he cursed Shin in his mind.
Somehow…reading about Kaiba being penetrated affected him differently than when he was reading about himself being penetrated.
Hating himself, Yami shoved his hand down his pants and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft, keeping his eyes on his screen, reading faster than normal as his vision blurred mightily.
"Yami rose to his feet and nudged the head of his dick right up against Kaiba's asshole, watching it clench tightly as Kaiba blinked frantically up at him, looking like a trussed-up present with his arms tied together in front of his chest and with his long hair a wonderful mess around his head.
Kaiba grit his teeth and held Yami's gaze for a long moment, the silence ringing in his ears before he gave him a tight nod. Whatever.
A smile curved at the corners of Yami's lips as he leaned himself in powerfully and let out a soft gasp, his head spinning as his vision dipped in and out suddenly as Kaiba tightened around his base so much, his entire body went numb."
Yami pressed his thumb tightly over the head of his dick, blinking slowly, desperately trying to imagine that scene in his head.
"Kaiba let his breath out in a slow hiss as a low thrum of pain jolted up from his rim and spread like fire through his veins. He felt the breath leave his body as Yami eased out quickly before shoving himself back inside deeply; it was something hot and warm inside his chest, causing his legs to twitch on Yami's shoulders.
Yami noticed this immediately and showed no signs of stopping, feeling his vision fading into white as he gave Kaiba slow, steady thrusts, enjoying the way the dark makeup around his eyes was staining his cheeks.
Kaiba felt his arms going numb as the stockings dug into his wrists, and he gave them a feeble wave, and Yami grinned at him, reaching forward to press his scarf tighter down around his neck, pressing the air out of his throat in a sudden whoosh!
Blinking frantically, Kaiba felt his head spin with an odd floating sensation as Yami's length filled him thickly while his lungs were tight and full.
He could hear every beat of his heart.
He could see every strand of Yami's blonde hair clearly.
Heated pleasure made his mind buzz and shut off.
He couldn't breathe, but it was wonderful.
Pain. He was floating.
He couldn't hold it anymore.
He blinked once, and Yami relented.
Thin, cold air rushed into him quickly, and Kaiba gasped, still breathing shallowly as Yami's hand came down over his dick and gave him a rough squeeze, giving him a slow rub up and down before a thick gush of semen began leaking out from around his rim, rubbing him raw."
Yami let his breath out in a slow sigh as he stroked himself steadily, letting the warm waves of pleasure wash over him one after another, his ears ringing as he came thickly in his own hand, and he blinked, watching his own semen dripping down through his fingers and pooling into his underwear.
He leapt to his feet and slowly made his way into the bathroom, his heart thudding wildly in his ears as his eyes stung with tears of frustration.
Kaiba was nodding off at his desk when his phone buzzed across his desk, startling him awake.
He snatched it up and read the texts eagerly, pleased to see positive texts from Chiro.
12Chiro: (thumbs up)
12Chiro: (skull) (gun) made me hard
12Chiro: your sex scene between kaiba and yami
12Chiro: good job Shin.
12Chiro: I owe you drawing and a good proper duel!
Oh? Kaiba thought blurrily, his fingers flying across his screen as he responded with enthusiasm.
Seto: define "good and proper"
Seto: you owe me 10 drawings and one date
Seto: I had my heart broken, and I'm running headlong into
Seto: something that will kill me
Seto: but I don't care. (grin)
Seto: my life is shit right now. How are you doing tonight, Chiro?
Yami sat down on the edge of his bed and lay down on top of his sheets, frowning with worry, thinking back to his Kaiba-hallucination on the island.
Was there a way he could confirm it was Shin without Shin discovering that Chiro was Yami?
12Chiro: stop talking like that.
12Chiro: what's killing you?
12Chiro: M told me that you were going to confess! (heart)
Kaiba pinched his brow tightly, hating xlmaconnalx with his entire being.
Seto: you two really don't understand the concept of privacy.
Seto: it went horribly.
Seto: and before you continue asking, YES, I DID confess.
Seto: and was soundly rejected.
Seto: you didn't hear it from me but
Seto: yami is going through some shit. Idk wtf is up with him
Seto: I lose
Seto: (rainbow)(cloud)(star)
Seto: as usual
Yami blinked rapidly, feeling his heart skipping several beats in his chest as he typed his response, feeling an odd surge of guilt and sorrow.
12Chiro: I'm…sorry?
12Chiro: (upset emoji)
12Chiro: um…let me know what I can do for you?
12Chiro: [pats your back gently]?
Seto: stfu gtfo
12Chiro: ok
-12Chiro is away-
Kaiba tossed his phone aside angrily and stared blankly at his screen, feeling a curling sense of despair.
He absently logged into Shin's twitter and began reading comments in an attempt to make himself feel better.
"Wet."
"taro, please write more crossdressing. I feel embarrassed asking for more, but I'm glad someone is brave enough to write about it."
"original work? Does anyone know if this guy is a ghostwriter? Taro, are you a ghostwriter?"
[7 likes, 23 replies]
Kaiba frowned, seeing an unusual number of replies underneath this comment. He tapped on it and began reading quickly.
"at:thicc_clitty, if she WAS a ghost writer, she wouldn't fucking tell you. Or he."
"TARO IS A MAN."
"AHHAAHAHAH at:thicc_clitty, I bet we could run his formatting against some popular erotica and find out who he is in no time!"
"LOOOOL taro, this will be your undoing."
"omgg leave him/her alone! If Seto kaiba wanted to sue, don't you think he would've already done so? Getting rid of taro won't make Goddess Chiro change her drawing topics!"
"This prideshipping shit is good publicity! Why would Seto Kaiba sue?"
"this taro fool just BOUGHT chiro. Fuck him or her. Fuck you at:shin_tarotarotaro"
"hey hey hey, conspirresy theory! Seto kaiba….IS taro. BWHAHAHAhaaaaaa…highfve anyone?"
Kaiba pinched the brow of his nose and shut his eyes tightly, feeling a headache building behind his eyes.
These fools were angry at him…for stealing their "goddess Chiro".
His phone buzzed in his hand, and he halfheartedly glanced down at it, seeing a few unread messages from M this afternoon, and new texts underneath it.
xlmaconnalx: EMERGENCY! CHIRO IS IN TROUBLE!
xlmaconnalx: jk false alarm. She just went to bed.
xlmaconnalx: GET ON THE LIVESTREAM YOU IDIOT
Hissing in annoyance, Kaiba hit 'mute' and pulled his laptop closer, hastily pulling open the stream link he had bookmarked. A rough sketch loaded on his screen as a flood of messages mentioning Shin in the live chat pinged his notifications like crazy.
Igayo: HOLY SHIT it's at: shin_taro
xlmaconnalx: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAthe summoning spell worked!
Yummiboi: wowowowooww the spammer has returned. at:shin_taro
chikkkadaddy: LOL show me the munney hunney (dollar sign)(yen sign)
fluffykuri: …h-hello taro-san….. at:shin_taro
anon_1: KEKKKKKKKKKKKKxxxxxxyyyyyyxxxxxcccccccccccccccccccccccc at:shin_taro
shuukuu: too bad chiro hasn't been drawing scenes from taro's fics LOL
dokihara: WHO WANTS TO HEAR HOW I TOUCHED KAIBA'S HAND IRL?!
dokihara: at:shin_taro, did I tell you yet?!
thick_clitty: stfu dokihara! Tired of hearing about tht.
Kaiba viciously hit mute and immediately clicked on the donation button on Chiro's page, irritated to discover that Chiro had not been lying when he said he had limited his donations to only 5,000 yen.
Setting his jaw, Kaiba opened several windows and repeatedly sent 5,000* yen with a vicious fervor. He didn't stop until he had twenty windows open, sending Chiro a total of 100,000* yen.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling marginally satisfied.
There. That ought to significantly piss Chiro off.
Kaiba eased his laptop shut and stood slowly, stretching lightly, willing his mind to go blank. Sleep. He needed sleep.
Yami paused in his motions, seeing his mailbox ping repeatedly with paid notifications. He paid it no mind, but was instantly suspicious when Shin's username appeared in the stream for three minutes before vanishing.
Setting his pen down, he clicked on his account and froze in his seat.
100,000 yen was glowing in bright green numbers in his donation box, all sent in increments of 5,000 from a user named shin_taro.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Yami paused his livestream without a second thought and grabbed his phone, hitting the green 'call' button under Shin's name.
100,000 yen! This guy was insane!
Kaiba was in the shower, unaware that his phone was ringing on his desk.
Yami kept the phone pressed to his ear, trying to calm the frantic beats of his heart as the dial tone rang sharply, followed by an automated voice: "We're sorry…the number you are trying to reach is…."
Hissing in annoyance, Yami hung up and tapped on Yugi's name, praying Yugi would pick up. If Yugi was still on the island in or near Pegasus's castle, there should be a signal.
"Yami?" Yugi's voice sounded groggy as it floated through the receiver and Yami felt a rush of relief.
"Yugi…I messed up," Yami said stiffly, gripping his phone tightly as he caught a flash of the concerned users in his livestream demanding he continue with the drawing.
Starman: chiroo…why pause? KEEP ON!
xlmaconnalx: ARE YOU OK?! WHAT HAPPEN?
dokihara: she went to get water. Relax
darldaring: no…she usually says "brb getting-"
mutherduker: COME BACK! PWEASE
Yume200000: chiro…? Paused for 4 mins already…no answer?
Fluffykuri: I sent you 2,500! Please feel better chiro-chan!
And Yami watched with rising horror as the 100,000 turned into 102,500.
He lunged at his mouse and hastily disabled donations, shutting down the livestream abruptly without saving his work, and he leaned back into his seat, breathing heavily as Yugi's voice echoed in his ear.
"Yami…Yami…hey…if you're not saying anything…. I'm hanging up."
"He did it again!" Yami cried in a strained whisper, seeing his own fearful expression reflected in the low light of his computer screen. "The fan who sent a large amount in my livestream…sent an even higher donation!"
"We'll eat it," Yugi responded gruffly, sounding deeply irritated. "We'll treat everyone to a feast. Don't worry about it. Bye, Yami. See you in the morning first thing."
Yami opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice had left him.
The dial tone rang in his ear and he lowered his phone, staring at the screen until his eyes began to water, cursing Shin silently in his mind.
If this was Shin's way of shaking him and getting his attention, mission accomplished.
Kaiba stepped out of the shower and toweled his hair dry, falling face down onto his bed, letting out a frustrated sigh when he heard his phone buzzing across his desk.
Who the fuck was calling him at this hour?
He peeled himself up off the bed and made his way back to his desk, sweeping his phone up to glare at the screen, shocked to see that it was Chiro who was calling.
Blinking frantically, Kaiba raced for a solution. He could pick up the phone…use a voice changer, but to do that, he needed to be plugged into his computer. He could answer and say nothing, while listening to what Chiro had to say, that way he would know Chiro's voice….
The phone stopped buzzing in his hand and Kaiba watched it turn into a missed call notification. Actually, he had two missed calls, and both were from Chiro.
Holy shit.
He opened the messenger and sent Chiro a few furious texts.
Shinnn: STOP
Shinnn: FUCKING
Shinnn: CALLING ME AT
Shinnn: 2 in the morning!
Shinnn: some people have a normal sleep schedule!
Yami grit his teeth and hit the call button again, irritated to see it cancel immediately as Shin rejected the call.
Shinnn: I SAID STOP
Shinnn: watch me block you.
Shinnn: good NIGHT
Shinnn: you freak.
12Chiro: TAKE IT BACK
Kaiba let out a huff of amusement and sat down on the edge of his bed, pleased with himself.
Shinnn: what? hahahaha I can't hear you.
12Chiro: I said, give me your account #, you ugly fuck
12Chiro: AND I SEND YOUR FUCKING 100,000 YEN BACK
12Chiro: WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO
12Chiro: WITH
Shinnn: spicy chips, remember? Or a purse? Lol.
Shinnn: gnight.
12Chiro: NO U PICE OF SHIT
Yami grit his teeth so hard, he saw green as he typed furiously.
12Chiro: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THIS KIND OF MONEY
12Chiro: TO YUGI?!
Terrified and angry with himself, Yami scrambled to correct his mistake.
12Chiro: WHO IS MY VERY SPOILED
12Chiro: DOG
12Chiro: I already buy him everything, more so than I do for myself
12Chiro: you're killing me, shin.
Kaiba let out a tired sigh and shook his head in disbelief. Chiro had a dog named Yugi? What other proof did he need to confirm that Chiro was a crazy Yugi-obsessed fanwhore?
Shinnn: surprisingly disrespectful
Shinnn: naming your dog, yugi. Lmfao ur dog should thank me.
Shinnn: GOOD NIGHT CHIRO
Shinnn: call me again, I fucking dare you (skull)(gun)
Shinnn: and you'll find a very comfortable spot in my 'blocked' contacts
12Chiro: suit yourself you fucking asshole.
Yami let out an exasperated sigh and clicked his phone off, tossing it aside and throwing himself down onto his bed, feeling his eyes burn.
This was the fucking worst.
Kaiba set his briefcase down onto his desk, rubbing his shoulders lightly and sighing heavily.
Another day, another struggle not to think about Yami 24/7.
He sat down slowly and opened his laptop, staring at the window he had left open from last night. It was Yami's twitter.
After Chiro had text-shouted at him, he had spent the remainder of the night fighting with himself, trying to compose a message to Yami on his twitter, but he had given up and went to bed instead.
Curling his fingers into his palms, he typed one word and sent it hastily, trying not to feel angry at himself for being a coward.
Not expecting an answer, Kaiba moved the cursor to close the window just as a tiny red dot appeared on the tab, indicating he had gotten a reply.
Yami froze, seeing a notification pop up at the bottom of his screen, unable to believe his tired eyes.
He logged out of all of Chiro's socials and stared at the one-word message Kaiba had sent him.
Kaiba_Seto: hey
Feeling cautiously optimistic, Yami replied quickly and leaned back into his seat, eyeing the time.
5:45 AM.
Did Kaiba just get into the office?
Yami blinked, feeling the gears turning slowly in his sleep-deprived mind.
Wasn't this…about the same time Shin messaged him in the mornings?
Yami snatched up his phone and accessed his chat log with Shin, scrolling through all the messages to check the time stamps while he waited for Kaiba to respond.
Kaiba tapped on the mailbox icon trying to contain his shock.
Yamiii: hey
Kaiba bit the tip of his tongue lightly, thinking he had messed up.
What the hell was he trying to do? Make a shitty, casual confession online?
It would probably go something along the lines of:
"hey"
"hey"
"I like you"
"OK"
Pressing his knuckles to his forehead, Kaiba cursed himself and hovered one hand over the keyboard, writing his hasty exit.
Kaiba_Seto: nvmd.
"Okay…" Yami growled aloud to himself, gripping his pen tightly, grinding his teeth as he wrote a reply.
Yamiii: just fucking say it and stop wasting my time Kaiba
Kaiba was about to close the window again but another red dot on the tab stopped him in his tracks. He blinked rapidly, reading Yami's message, feeling his skin crawl at the hostile tone.
Kaiba_Seto: I said nevermind, holy shit.
He held his breath and added a second line underneath it, and Yami's reply was instantaneous.
Kaiba_Seto: just wanted to check in on you.
Yamiii: ? im fine….
Kaiba narrowed his eyes at this reply, wondering if he ought to draw more meaning from the four dots at the end of Yami's message.
"I'm fine!" would sound better. That meant he was enthusiastic, right? Or was it, "I'm fine…?" and it was a question? But Yami had written the question marks before the words, and maybe that meant Yami was questioning his actions about checking in on him, so did the ellipsis at the end of "I'm fine" mean that Yami was not fine?!
Letting his breath out in a slow hiss, Kaiba decided to ask.
Kaiba_Seto: explain what "…." means at the end of your sentence
Yami set his phone down and glanced at his computer screen, his confusion rising. What?!
Yamiiii: it means im fine! Wtf?!
Sighing and shaking his head in disbelief, Yami pinched his brow with one hand while continuing to scroll through chunks of messages with his other hand, reading the time stamps.
-5:34 AM-
Shinnn: Good morning (star)(cloud) -5:28 AM-
Shinnn: yo.
-5:35 AM-
Shinnn: your friend is bothering me. I hate waking up to messages from xlm…
-5:34 AM-
Shinnn: did you read it yet?
Frowning slightly, Yami wondered for a brief moment if this was just a coincidence.
Shin's messages were sent at roughly the same time every morning, it was almost mechanical, because he was just an office worker…but the 100,000 yen gesture was very Kaiba-like.
Dismissing the ridiculous thought, Yami clicked his phone off and went back to sketching.
"Seto!" Mokuba's voice sounded from behind the door of the office as he pushed it open slowly, poking his head in through the crack. "Are you still busy?"
Kaiba glanced up from his computer and saw Mokuba rush into his office, throwing himself down onto the couch in the middle of the room, grinning widely up at him.
"I want kushiyaki!" he exclaimed, kicking his legs happily beneath him. "As my after-birthday dinner. Please please please Seto?"
"Yes, fine." Kaiba growled, sitting back down behind his desk, seeing his phone vibrating intensely across the surface. He ignored it, feeling Mokuba's eyes on him. The day had passed slowly because Chiro was ignoring him. If Chiro was ignoring him, he would ignore him right back.
"Who's your friend, Seto?" Mokuba asked casually, seeing his brother's expression wavering between irritation and amusement.
"We're not friends," Kaiba responded roughly, feeling his stomach growl as he slammed his laptop shut. "Let's go."
He briefly considered discussing Mokuba's blackmailing behavior but decided against it, because he already had so much on his plate. He would discuss it with Mokuba…after the dinner.
Yami was staring blankly out the car window, half-listening to Yugi and Anzu's conversation, clicking his phone aimlessly on and off, staring at the time on his screen, wondering if he had made Shin angry.
He had ended the last conversation with an insult, and Shin, who was usually timely with his responses, had been silent in the past few hours. He also kept checking his twitter feed, waiting for Maconnal to tag him in a story update from Shin, or for Shin to send him a link, but nothing showed up.
Thinking he ought to apologize, he clicked his phone on again, feeling the car lurch to a stop.
"Finally!" Joey cheered, and Yami heard the slapping of a high-five behind him, and Yugi's laughter.
"Hey, thanks man," Joey leaned forwards into the middle of the car, and Yami watched as Anzu tucked the keys into her purse, pointedly ignoring Joey. "Thanks for the treat! I heard you got pa-a-a-id!"
Anzu rolled her eyes and got out of the car, and Joey made a face after her. "Don't mind her. She's just upset because Yugi isn't telling her what you do…to get money."
And Joey's face pulled into a concerned frown, "But it is legal though, right?"
"Yes! It is," Yugi said, sounding exasperated, and Yami heard the car door slam.
"Wait up!" Joey cried, inching his way across the back seat, and Yami exited the car wearily, feeling his phone buzz.
He checked it excitedly, thinking it was Shin, but he was sorely mistaken.
xlmaconnalx: HEY wanna go to downtown domino with me tonight?
xlmaconnalx: like, right the frick now?
12Chiro: why?!
xlmaconnalx: UM BECAUSE #SETOKAIBA was #SPOTTED ther?!
Yami froze mid-step, and Yugi grabbed him by the arm, dragging him forwards down the sidewalk behind Anzu and Joey.
"Pay attention, Yami! You'll hit someone!" Yugi said worriedly, and Yami ignored him, his heart beating frantically in his chest. They were in downtown Domino right now! Was Kaiba nearby?!
12Chiro: OMG WHERE?!
xlmaconnalx: you should really download the #spotted app.
xlmaconnalx: it's kinda stalker-ish but who cares.
xlmaconnalx: -screenshot-
Yami tapped on the image, letting Yugi lead him down the busy street as the light turned green, reading the screenshot of a bunch of users in a chatroom.
"YO. LIMO. WHO IS IN IT?! #SPOTTED #SETOKAIBA" [8 mins ago]
"#SPOTTED! Seto and Mokuba! Aren't they cute?" [3 mins ago]
"I can't attach a picture because his detail is surrounding him, but I SWEAR I SAW SETO KAIBA WITH MOKUBA at (link:/this location…)!" [1 min ago]
"GUYS! Seto Kaiba in downtown domino at (link:/this location…!)! SOMEONE GET HIS AUTOGRAPH!" [8 seconds ago]
xlmaconnalx: ALKFGHKAJDKJDG
xlmaconnalx: PRIDESHIPPING DREAMS COME TRUE!
xlmaconnalx: YAMI HAS BEEN SPOTTED TOO!
xlmaconnalx: LINKING ARMS WITH YUGI HOW CUTE ! ! ! -screenshot-
xlmaconnalx: im going to ask ppl to take more pics!
Yami drew in a sharp breath and snapped his head up, clicking his phone off and shoving it into his pocket.
He glanced around, making eye contact with several strangers who all quickly looked away.
Feeling oddly paranoid, Yami ignored the constant buzzing of his phone, keeping his gaze fixed on the glowing sign of the restaurant, seeing Tristan waiting for them at the door.
"'Sup!" Joey gave Tristan a high-five, and Yami's gaze wandered to the line of people queuing at the door, catching the glimpses of several people staring intently at him, their phones in hand.
"This way!" Anzu called, holding the door open for them, and Yami nodded at her politely, seeing her pointedly look away as Yugi dragged him forwards.
"Party of five," Yugi said breathlessly, addressing the man standing at the front, who nodded and slid an electronic tablet towards them.
"Confirm seating please, and follow me," the man said, sounding bored.
Yami glanced anxiously behind him, seeing several people with their phone cameras pointed at him, and a few people waved. Swallowing his irritation, Yami waved back, forcing a small smile across his face, feeling himself being led forwards again through the restaurant, his phone buzzing incessantly in his pocket.
Kaiba jumped slightly when he felt his phone ringing in his pocket, and Mokuba saw this and stared intently at his brother, grabbing a meat skewer and slowly sliding a piece of chicken off the end before shoving it into his mouth, watching Seto frown at his phone.
"Who is it?" Mokuba asked, his voice drowned out by the sound of rambunctious laughter from the neighboring booth of diners.
Kaiba shook his head tightly, frowning at his screen.
xlmaconnalx: POTATO! chiro isn't answering me so im going to bother you instead.
xlmaconnalx: COME TO DOWNTOWN DOMINO WITH ME
xlmaconnalx: LIKE, RIGHT NOW?!
xlmaconnalx: do I need to say please?
xlmaconnalx: Get out of your chair and take the nearest train to DOWNTOWN
Irritated, Kaiba responded quickly with one hand, while vaguely answering Mokuba's question. "Nobody."
Shinnn: why the fuck would I go anywhere with you?
Shinnn: my time after work is personal.
Shinnn: and I own a car. I hate crowding on trains.
xlmaconnalx: PLEASE! OK DRIVE US THEN!
Shinnn: fuck no. don't be a stalker.
Shinnn: turning off my phone. Hitting mute. Bye.
xlmaconnalx: BUT! YAMI AND KAIBA ARE IN THE SAME LOCATION!
Kaiba felt his blood run cold, and he lifted his head up, just in time to see Yugi drifting by their table with his arm looped through Yami's elbow.
Author's note:
CLIFFHANGER! This chapter was dedicated to SAM PRISTINE!
next update: Wednesday, June 20th!
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