A/N: To those that don't know, my laptop died and has transmigrated itself to being a paperweight. So I had to use my phone to thumb up the majority of this confounded chapter. LEMON ALERT, of course.
A/N: This chapter was originally intended to be longer... but 10 pages is enuff...and sum scenes were cut to be more elaborated on in the next chapter instead of crammed into this one... otherwise this chap woulda been 20 pages or so...
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Beyond His Body
Chapter 11
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The vast heavens stirred with a tempestuous expanse that depicted both approaching gloom as well as a foreshadowing prelude. At any time, a corrupted entity would make its way through sacred and pious lands, draining the life from it. None would be certain as to when. Yet, whenever such did show its detestable visage within proximity, one particular priest would make sure that entity was never seen again as a threat to Egypt or its people. Even in the absence of his Pharaoh, that silent declaration was a promise. Approximately 19 minutes had been devoured by time from when the priest's cousin, and king, had strangely entered into the structure behind him. Since his leave, Seto had kept his eyes above on the swirled masses of dark clouds merging amongst themselves. A once clear night was now falsely accused of otherwise. This was truly the mark of the "dark one"'s resurrection. Action needed to be taken but this loyal vassal trusted his king, as well as his word, with his life. Regardless of what his Pharaoh was doing out of his sights, Seto was determined to keep a watchful eye on what his cousin currently could not.
He had already lost one piece of his heart this day; he refused to lose his sovereign as well. Come Isis' Spiria searching for the two of them from the skies or the baleful Zork himself, Seto would be ready. He would prove himself to his ruler and bed him in light of their victory over any and all that threatened their home. As bold as such thoughts were, and automatically assuming his king had no other choice but to be his for the night, the priest still had the rights to imagine. And if harboring these sensual musings towards seducing and making love to his ruler were wrong—then the priest would just be wrong. And he'd be fine with it. Vivid imagery passed behind his eyes on the topic. He could lucidly experience the sounds that would spring from his cousin's mouth, induced only by his faithful priest, in the privacy of the most secretive of chambers. They would mark their conjugation through the flavors of passion, under the veil of twilight and within the cocooned glow of candles. He would imprint their forbidden lusts possessively along his lover's bared neck until it was tattooed with bites. Tanned legs would encompass around him. They would clutch him tautly while he held his king's slender frame to his chest, delving into his body with quick, spirited thrusts. Oiled bodies moving in rhythm, the whispering flicker of the candlelight glistening over their skin, telling of their secrets. The priest would never tire of the sounds his monarch would create; only he would be the one to coax such symphonies from his king this way and swallow their intensity with demanding kisses.
However, he was getting far too ahead of himself now. A wishful thought without any guarantee of occurring was nothing more than a lie. He hadn't meant to allow his mind to run rampant with such impure thoughts, but his cousin was truly all he had left. With a soundless mind and a somber heart, Seto kept his gaze within the heavens where they belonged- while fervently awaiting his king's return.
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"Mmm..! Ah...!" Yami breathed, his authorative voice a mix of broken gasps and an enticed moan. Tightly, he hugged Kaiba's neck for dear life, bringing the taller male even deeper into their kiss. His golden earrings chimed as they scraped against the pillar behind him, their luster reflecting glimmers of moonlight about its surface. Mere minutes had fled while their emotions devoured the other in forms of kisses and touch; their airy and greedy pants haloed them like an amorous incense. Kaiba's hands had wasted no time in cradling and squeezing the treasures between Yami's legs through the thin trappings of the loincloth he wore. A coarse throaty moan settled in Yami's throat. It was a gorgeous, forbidden sound that drifted along the extremes of impatience and anticipation. Its erotic beauty forced Seto to broaden their kisses and strengthen his possessive embraces that withered Yami's sensual roars to a delicate whimper.
'Seto...!' he exclaimed in his mind. Every sense was ignited to its highest intensity and fogging his mind with amorous nonsense. He wanted more; he needed more and he required it quickly, all at once. It wasn't only from the earnest of finally being able to touch through his own tangibility, instead of through the perceptions of another, and it wasn't just from being pressed for time. Yami had a hunger brewing inside him for so long, now that he was able to fully accept it, he now had to be engulfed by it. He yearned for the contact; he craved Seto; he had to feel needed. His heart, his body, demanded it.
His Seto was fully aware of this. He had become used to understanding even the smallest detail of Yami's mannerisms, attitude and the meanings behind them. Since this was the first time they would be able to explore the other without mechanical limitations, Seto wanted to take things slowly- as "slow" as his definition of the word in his vocabulary would allow. But they didn't have the time. At this moment, they had each other and, for right now, that was good enough.
" Yami..." Seto uttered, heavy emotion nipping at his voice and the hint of a growl in his throat. He slipped his fingers inside the fabric of the loincloth, his knuckles grazing the throbbing flesh behind it. Roughly, he tugged on the cloth twice, wordlessly alluding to his intentions. It was more of a respectful gesture than one of redundence. One more pull and he would have torn it-which would be quite the feat considering the type of thong-wear it was. A small flap of cloth in the front was the only modest decency Yami had allowed for whatever reason. Perhaps that type were all that were clean at the time. Either way, Seto wasn't complaining. Much.
Yami tensed to Seto's impatience at first, but gently pushed him away just enough to cease the assaulting of their mouths. His long lashes fluttered lightly as they lifted; his glossed eyes surrendered a confession only Seto could understand. Then, Yami gave a firm nod, barely moving his head.
'Do it...'
The ripping of fine linen sliced into the room and within seconds, Seto's fingers spread over Yami's entrance while twin digits of his other hand slid into Yami's mouth. The alluring noble drew them in with a skilled roll of his tongue and attended to them generously. Kaiba observed with a chiseled expression at how eagerly Yami accepted and suckled on his fingers as if they would fade away at any moment. His mesmerizing eyes were hidden behind caramel lids while he bobbed his head to his own sultry vibe. At the display, Seto's features hardened. Yami was far more exquisite to behold in the shade of lust than from what any virtual program could emulate. He had to claim him. He needed to be closer, he needed to fill himself with Yami quickly before he denied any of this ever being possible. He just wanted to make love to the only one he allowed, as of right now, completely into his heart.
"Yami..." he crafted the name so softly and with such ardor, he didn't believe it was he who muttered it. He would never let the entirety of an emotion out so freely like that...
"...Yami..." Another morsel of his candor seeped out unintentionally; his desperation had become clearly evident. Inwardly, Kaiba was screaming, nearly pleading, to be the only one to matter most in Yami's life and to show him just how much he meant it.
"...Seto...ana uħibbuk...ana uħibbuk..." Yami confessed in a tender voice in-between licks and rhythm. He had been keen to Seto's unspoken emotions for years now; he could tell what the other was feeling rather easily many times. This moment was no different. The passion, the respect, and the emotions Seto carried towards him radiated from his body like a roaring flame and intensified what Yami was already feeling thousand-fold. Suddenly, his body straightened and he shuddered slightly. His mouth left Kaiba's fingers to draw in a sudden breath; multiple strings of beaded saliva sparkled in wake of the separation. Betwixt his nether regions, he learned quickly of the almost hidden delicacy in Kaiba's eager touches; and they led him expectant for , one small thing stood between them. Husky breaths trickled from Yami; his fingers dug into the waves of Seto's tresses, "Chk...waist..." he spoke, his voice almost strained. His head thick with sensual haze, Seto almost didn't hear him; but at the last second, he did, "...Hn?"
"Oil...here..." Yami uttered breathlessly. His hands gradually left their immersement in silky mahogany. Shakily they outlined Seto's arms, bridled emotion within them, and laced his jeweled fingertips over the top of the gold ornament around his abdomen. They swiftly dipped inside; three narrow vails of a liquidy substance was held between the slender digits upon reemergence. White Lotus Attar, pure Frankincense and the more commonly favorable almond oil were presented. The first two substances sought more usage in ceremonies and rituals while the other was more multi-purpose. Had the couple not been so preoccupied with fulfilling a mutual need and desire, Seto would have questioned, and found very amusing, Yami's desperation to consider wagering sanctified oils for their unity. Not bothering with the details, Seto chose one at random. Uninterested in the rest, he touched a palm to Yami's and gripped his hand with affectionate firmness. The action caused the remaining tubes to descend from the weakened grasp and clink lyrically against the stone floors. It was a prelude to their sensual promise; a solo before the airy pants from another impassioned kiss overlapped all else.
It took Seto nearly a minute to get the oil open; he may have been able to conceal his thriving nerves through the sureness of his actions, but in-between that suave facade, his fingers were shaking. This was a monumental event for the two of them and he did not want to miss nor regret anything. He wanted perfection but he could not have it. Yami took notice of this and cupped Seto's face gently in his palms. There, he kissed him, temporarily distracting him from his nervousness. Seto would have appreciated it more if they had more time for him to deny being capable of having such emotions that needed to be soothed. He didn't need a distraction. He was Seto Kaiba. Yet, apparently, around Yami, he was more than just a powerful name. He was also human.
As their mouths met and their tongues entwined, Seto slathered a copious amount of the fragrant substance onto his fingers. Cautiously, he lowered them; his breaths becoming shallow from the sheer anticipation along with the intensity of their kiss. It was a rather difficult task to withhold his earnest as to not injure Yami from the insertion of a very large finger. A sudden gasp pierced the air and the entire world came to a halt for that one second. While he had felt Seto's prodding at his entrance many times in virtual reality, the illusion's familiarity was nullified in comparison to the reality of a different sort. It was almost as if he were being unraveled and discovered for the first time. That feeling remained even as Seto discreetly inserted another finger, followed by a third to insure his other would be well prepared.
"Ah...Se...t...o..." Yami strained. His arms were now loosely around Seto's neck, his nails biting into his shoulders in contrast. No matter how careful, no matter how slowly Seto readied Yami, all the love in the world could not be a substitute for the strings of pain it created. While he didn't speak it, Seto gave signals of concern to his other; an airy kiss to the forehead foretold silent volumes- a rare moment of surrender with him burrowing his face in the crook of Yami's neck. Tenderness was not a foreign concept to him by any means. He wanted to make completely sure Yami would fully accept his offerings and not run off to save the world by himself or some other fairy tale nonsense. Seto wanted to be at Yami's side as often as comfortably possible. For someone who used to consider everyone else outside of his bubble of himself and Mokuba a burden, allowing in an intriguing figure like Yami was a gargantuan step. And from the moment he allowed this limitless creature in, Seto's entire world was flipped. Since then, he refused to let Yami go. It just couldn't happen, or so he strongly willed to believe. He would see to it. And while he felt as if he couldn't stop himself from allowing their hearts to merge this moment, if Yami happened to change his mind about it happening now, Seto would have little choice but to respect that decision.
"...Please, Seto..." Yami uttered, barely moving his lips. His regal garb clung to him; dampened by sweat and nearly sheer and transparent in the moonlight. The room was far too humid to remain clothed, but neither male preferred to undress. The lack of time nullified that luxury. Secretly, Seto was grateful for that...
Intoxicated within the moment, Yami strongly draped a lean leg around Seto's waist and clutched the material at his chest to draw him closer. Lifting his eyes to his lover, his lips curved into an honest shape and the two words Seto needed to hear blossomed into the crisp air, "Take me..."
Nothing else held meaning to Seto. All that he focused on now was making Yami his this moment. Both his hands cupped the underside of Yami's thighs and he rubbed his thick endowment earnestly against its meager counterpart. A ribbon of sonorous sounds wavered from between them at the contact and Yami could not help himself from moving his hips with zealous abandon. His breaths emerged in puffs of mist; every slight movement cast his form in rippling luminosity from the moon above, and brought forth tinkling prose from his earrings. He was ready; beyond it. He was desperate. Anxiously, Seto entered him, the motion extracting blissful and hesitant tremors from his lithe body. While they had gone through the motions of inducing these movements in fiction, this time truly was the first. Yami was nervous and a tad bit fearful, but he trusted Seto with his entire being. Once Seto was certain that his other willed for him to resume, he continued to immerse himself while utilizing Yami's range of expressions as his guide. The petite ruler bit back a raspy sound and latched himself closer into to the warmth of his lover's embrace with avarice.
They lingered in that position for a bit: the both of them gave the other time to adjust. From there, they began their union slowly until they both became more accustomed to it. Before long, the awkward uncertainties in their actions evolved to a more natural finesse. With his back firmly against the pillar, Yami's body bounced with a rhythm that complemented Seto's movements. Although, the solidity behind him paled in light of Seto's within him. Flashes of grunting, whimpers and husky exclamations withdrew from Yami in various ranges and pitches that both rivaled, and egged on, Seto's pace. His fingers clutched tufts of mahogany and ebony; one hand clawing at the layered locks while the other squeezed Seto's broad shoulder. His lengthy lashes marked his face with lavish crescents whose silent beauty complimented the glittering gold at his ears.
Seto had wanted to take things slowly and initially, he had. But now, he didn't think. He was running on instinct like he had many other times towards Yami. He had tried to be patient, but in the matters of his rival, such a word held little to no tethers about him. Seto was impulsive when this male was involved. His only mistake-was his involvement in the first place. But that was no longer an issue. Yami was his, and that-was final. This man was Seto's treasure while he was the love of Yami's life. As their powerful bond would have it, the two of them managed to harvest love with and without the use of machinery and technology. True love was no easy task, yet mutually reached and obtained. This moment, its rarity and intensity, was special-to them and no one else. While the image of the Pharaoh was like that of a deity to his people, with Seto, Yami felt as if his other were that of a prince who dared to share his world through his lover's eyes. This moment was theirs to capture, to rule, to cherish. And it was also about time.
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Somewhere between the worlds of life and shadow, a rather disturbing cackle rang out and filled its spacious dwelling. After a fit of more whooping laughter, and one rather amused individual nearly falling out of his seat, a short lived silence settled in before it was tarnished with more humoured insults.
"Wait...so let me get this right...YOU and Seto Kaiba? Are having SEX? Hahahahaha! Well! This is rich! Brilliant! I almost wish I could say that I never saw it coming but I knew one of you would get in the other's trousers at some point or another!" A quite ecstatic Bakura enthused. Amongst all the twists and events that had occurred in this particular head game he was playing with his pawns settled within the Pharaoh's memories, he never would have prepared for this, "While it's bloody hilarious, it was far too obvious. I'm a bit disappointed in that! Just couldn't wait to get your rocks off could you? Hahahaha!"
His opponent, of course, had nothing to say to this; his head was lowered and his expression remained obscured by his angular bangs. Bakura was so amused by this, he decided to mentally hold off Zork's approach upon the palace in order to further watch the show.
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The shallow clinking of gold skittered over the stone floor, catching the glow of the moon in its luster. Glossed melodies carried a poetic proem of completion that surrounded the one who wore it. His wild locks lay askew along the granite drizzled with spilled moonlight. Yami's airy gasps and lucid moans attuned to the tinkling jewelery like a fine song as he lay on his back, surrendering all to Seto's actions. The shine of the moon wavered over his panting body as if it were breathing as he was, painting his slender frame in an ocean of luminescence. From the way the opening in the ceiling was constructed, its angle gloriously bathed Yami in a diagonal of soft light while Seto was set in mostly shadows. Symbolically inverted. Yami was the one who favored dark magics while Kaiba often chose the attribute of light. But that held no meaning now. In this moment, the two of them had each other; the celestial pearl above a bold observer to their testament of accepting, and making, love.
"Seto..." Yami whispered against his lover's chest. The fabric of his shirt brushed along his face with each spirited thrust. Yami's hands tightened around the material momentarily before reaching up to cup Seto's face. The taller male gave a content sound in response and lowered his head slightly to gain a better gaze at the one beneath him.
"Seto..." Yami breathed; he shut his eyes and raised his hips. The motion struck a sensitive spot within him he had no idea he had. His back bowed; his regal features pinched in a strong, silent exclamation that was as beautiful as it was passionate. A second later, he was able to deeply inhale; the solitary syllable of a coarse vowel sprang from him, his mouth open widely to accommodate the girth of it. His entire body was wrought with a flurry of powerful sensations that rivaled the very elements of lightning and fire themselves. His fingertips dug into Seto's arms, his toes curled in their slippers, and his body quavered from the raw passion.
"Seto!" The design of the name decorated the scented air between them; Yami's back arched and his fingertips clawed at the collar of Seto's shirt, "Aywah! Seto! Come with me...!" He commanded in a beautiful cry.
"Yami-!" Seto bellowed huskily. Immediately, one hand closed over Yami's hardness and stroked it briskly. A string of curses flew into he air as Yami was swept away into his undoing. As the ivory liquid expelled from the fatigued king, aimlessly dappling Seto's hand in its substance, the strangled cry of his lover's name formed hotly on his lips and thickly in his throat.
While the raw sensations strummed through him, Yami's fists pulled at the collar of Seto's shirt, yanking the obsidian material down and exposing creamy pale skin. An elegant and strong neck that would have been flawless if not for the scatterings of faded markings on one side. Even through glazed eyes and darkened surroundings, Yami could make out the insignias rather well. Scars; aged wounds scolded by the past while still remaining fresh in future's present. What were they caused from? Self-inflicted harm? No. Seto wouldn't do that. It wasn't like him. Gingerly, his fingers reached up towards the abrasions, "...S... Set..." he attempted to speak coherently but his sore throat, and the continuous milky throbs between his legs, had stifled that freedom. Kaiba, however, was oblivious to Yami's discovery; his divided attention settled on the building climax within him. Suddenly, he moved his hands from Yami's body, slamming both palms against the floor. There, he feverishly delved into Yami with such ferocity, no savage beast with their prey ensnared could look half as breathtaking as Seto did right now. The both of them released interjections rich with lust and carnal appetite that only they could conjure; Seto's first climax claimed him harshly within his other while Yami's unexpected second stole the wind right out of him. Coughing and gasping for scraps of air, Yami's grip on Kaiba slackened tremendously and all manner of thought promptly vanished from him. His eyes shut tightly, feeling as if doing so would preserve the imagery and magnitude of what had just transpired.
"Enta habibi...Enta habibi...Enta hayati...Seto.." Yami's words dribbled from him, the afterglow of their unity enhanced with the echoes of his mantra. While he waited for his body to calm and his breathing to regulate, he slowly allowed his eyes to open. There, he was greeted to a licentious show of Seto inspecting the rivulets of white about his hand before slyly licking it a slither of it off. The second those wild orbs shifted to his, Yami clamped his amaranth witnesses shut. As he did, he felt Seto's body shift closer to his face.
"Hn...you taste awful..." he jeered in a breathy tone at Yami's ear. Without warning, Kaiba laced his tongue over Yami's mouth before kissing him thoroughly and pinning his arms down. Minced sounds and fruitless squirming were Yami's only retaliations to both the comment as well as firsthand regards to his own pungent flavor. How dare Kaiba say something like that to him, then kiss him right after?
"My Pharaoh!" A familiar strong voice transcended into the hall nearby. Immediately Yami sat up, incidentally knocking Kaiba on his backside, "Seto!" Yami whispered as if the one in context of the name was a forbidden entity.
"Pharaoh? Are you here?" The priest's voice neared further. Struck with nervousness, Yami forced the hem of his kilt down to cover his partial nudity, then pushed himself to his feet. Fortunately, he managed this the second his high priest barged into the room. Unfortunately, he was unaware of the consequences of copulating with another man firsthand and stumbled to the floor on his bottom.
"Pharaoh!" The priest exclaimed, dashing for his beloved. Kaiba flinched, urged to do the same, but he decided against it at the last second. Instead, he watched his ancient doppelganger drop to his knees in front of Yami and grasp his shoulders to help soften his collapse. "Pharaoh?"
"I...I'm all right, Seto," Yami assured in a smoothly convincing tone, giving his subject full eye contact. The mystic allure that drifted in those brilliant orbs caused the priest's dutiful expression to falter as his hidden desires glistened in his eyes for a whole second and his lips thinned. It may have lingered momentarily, but both Kaiba and Yami saw it. The former knew exactly what it was while the latter preferred its context as the benefit of the doubt.
"Why have you entered here when you were given the order to wait for my return?" The role of Pharaoh was not lost on Yami in the least as he addressed his priest with gentle accusation. Immediately, the priest bowed his head in respect and shifted his stature to his king's waist on one knee, "I did as you commanded, my Pharaoh. Upon guarding the horizon, I was located by Isis's Spiria. The dark one was found and shall be approaching the palace within the hour!"
"Then we haven't much time," Yami began, rising to a stand. Seto followed suit and nodded in agreement, "We must return at once, my Pharaoh."
"Go and assemble your men, Seto. I shall join you shortly," Yami insisted, starting to turn towards Kaiba. Instinctively, he began to tug the back side of his garment down that had ridden up to his thigh when a strong hand secured his arm. Before he could wince, Yami was pulled back against his priest's broad chest. Kaiba visibly tensed from the sight, but remained to hold his ground. This would be the perfect opportunity to see what his Yami would do to defend their relationship. Although, he would have preferred nothing more than to punch his past self square in the nose.
"Speak your reasonings, priest," Yami warned.
"With all due respect, Pharaoh, I refuse to leave without you," he almost sneered, but his mouth was so close to Yami's ear, the words behaved more like a purr. In addition to that, Seto had become aware of his king's poor consideration towards his appearance when he fell. And with the absence of a loincloth, Yami's dear, devoted priest had saw all of it.. Daringly, one hand rested upon Yami's hip before trailing downward. Despite seeming like he was going to take what he believed to be his, the priest instead pulled down the bottom of the kilt so it was its proper length just above Yami's knees. For a moment, though, he had forgotten himself. In his mind, in this moment, he saw his cousin nude, bracing himself against his throne on his palms while his loyal priest claimed him from behind. It was a musing that drove a flicker of moistness over his lips and further enticement to his next brazen inquiry. Thinking the two of them were alone only added to his arrogance, "Pharaoh, once the dark one is bested and the kingdom is saved...will you have me...?"
It would have been difficult for Yami to resist such bold honesty requested of him in the same voice of the man he was in love with. However, his heart knew better. Though, he felt a tad bit of pity for his subject. Perhaps the actual cousin he sought would have said yes. However, Yami had acclaimed so much more than what he knew of 3,000 years earlier. It didn't take a genius to know that even one year was enough to sprout a change in an individual; it could easily be imagined of what could be amassed in thousands. Simply put, he wasn't the same as he once was. He had moved on and Kaiba was his choice. Instead of admitting to being unable to return the priest's, dauntlessly spoken, feelings, Yami detoured the subject to one of another extreme, "I will have you see yourself prepared and ready for battle...WHAT!" He suddenly shouted-tossing his gaze to a seething Seto Kaiba- who had yanked him out of the priest's embrace. "I've seen enough!" He growled, lifting Yami off his feet only to throw him at the awed priest. It was a rather foolish and very childish move, but since the priest couldn't see him, chances were Kaiba couldn't touch him either. Using Yami as a projectile was the next best thing that made sense in his jealously angered mind.
At least Bakura found this to be a hilarious riot.
After the awkward happening, Yami urged his vassal to join him in the journey back to the palace while a fuming Seto Kaiba had no choice but to begrudgingly follow suit.
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Eventually, Yami, and those he held dear in both love, devotion and in friendship, stood against Zork. Their bonds triumphed the chaos had allowed Yami to recover his name. While Yami was still rather cross at Yūgi for betraying him, he held his contempt inside-to be uncovered at a later time. After all their success, he, Yūgi's friends and Kaiba all returned to Egypt. The Millennium Items were obtained and Yami had acquired his name of completion, Atem. While Anzu and the others went on about there being 2 Yūgis in the tablet room with them, Seto talked with Ishizu about what options Yami...Atem... had left remaining. What she had to speak was no different than what Seto had learned over the phone the other day. The ceremonial battle between Yami and Yūgi was soon approaching. It needed to happen.
As the others began to scatter to either see the sights within their location or to settle into their temporary rooms in the ferry Ishizu had arranged for all of them, Seto and Yami remained behind. By themselves and left alone, Seto pulled Yami towards on of the smoothed walls of the room and kissed him. Tenderly. Elaborately. Every feeling, each memory and all the discoveries they had uncovered between themselves pulled on the sincerity their mouths described. It was pure acceptance, as well as a certain something more. With great reluctance, Seto broke the kiss; his hands gave Yami's arms a squeeze before he took a small step back. Bold amaranth drank in the full visage of the male before them. The evidence of a hesitant decision was easily readable about his face. "...Seto..." Yami sighed, elongating the name as if there was an imaginary burden shackled to it. But Seto didn't want to hear it. Not now. Not like this. In response Seto leaned down to Yami's ear, purposely not allowing his lips to feather against any part of it. "Come to the room tonight. We need to talk," Seto disclosed in a whisper. The sound of his voice never sounded sweeter and while it wasn't meant to be enticing, Yami couldn't fight the desire to close his eyes and relish in its rich timbre. That would be one quality he would miss terribly.
"Take the time you need before that. I'm sure you and that runt have some explanations to adhere to."
"Yes," Yami replied simply, lifting his lids halfway but his gaze lingered elsewhere. Gently, he felt strong fingers glide under his chin and raise it. Silently, he and Seto shared one more chaste embrace before the CEO departed and left Yami in reflective solitude.
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Arabic- Enya habibi- My love
Enya hayati- My life
Ana uħibbuk- I love you
Aywah- Yes/Yeah
Guhh so much more wuz supposed ta happpeeeeen! But eh, best to save it for the next chapter. Kura got sum originally unintentional screentime due to A LARGE HINT BY A CERTAIN SOMEONE. ...I didn't even plan for any of this chapter to be funny, but it happened several times throughout it anyway! Dah well... u got a lemon. Be happy...or something! I'm sure happy this darn phone has a qwerty keypad and a word processor on it or else who knows what I would have done to type, or thumb rather, these chapters up _ I'm stubborn. Dead laptop or not, the phone is able to be used like one, so first, writing words down with pen and paper and then thumbing the text up on the phone!
*ooc!*
Priest Seto: I AM IN LOVE WITH THE PHARAOH! Allow me to fantasize about having him!
Kaiba: *punches him* FANTASIZE THIS! My FIST!
Priest Seto: Now that was just nasty. I only want him, not to be fisted by you!
Kaiba: What? THERE IS NO STOICSHIPPING HERE! *kicks the priest* PRIDESHIPPING!
Priest Seto: *throws random ka tablets at Kaiba* SCANDALSHIPPING!
Kaiba: FIND ANOTHER COUSIN TO HAVE IN-SEX WITH!
Priest Seto: THAT'S "INCEST" AND ATEM IS THE ONLY ONE!
Yami: ...Okay I'm embarrassed! Both smexy Setos are fighting over me! And to make matters worse, Bakura had to see it all!
Bakura: The sex was bloody bollocks, you two were BORING! Who cares about your love and tenderness when you can have pain and suffering? But that interruption was priceless!
Prest Seto: And when he fell, I saw ALL his junk! THE PHARAOH IS MINE!
Kaiba: HE'S MINE!
Setos: *get into a dust cloud fighting*
Yami: ... ... Anyway... after finally waiting many chapters, Seto and I finally were able to share a sexual moment in some type of reality.
Setos: *still fighting*
Yami: ...
Zork: It's allright. I'm listening! Even though you all destroyed me this chapter! Which reminds me...
Zork: *is destroyed*
Yami: ... ... ... After Kaiba and I finally hook up for realsies, get watched by a pervert Bakura and get walked in on, it really hit me that he was hiding something!
Kaiba: I WAS NOT! Those scars were mentioned several chapters ago in narration!
Yami: You really expect that to be remembered?
Priest Seto: Are we not fighting over the Pharaoh anymore?
Kaiba: What do you think? And who says 'Will you have me' anyway? Seriously?
Yami: Actually, I found it rather endearing.
Kaiba: You would... Oh, and by the way, your 'Pharaoh' leaves you to be with me. Hope you like fapping to dragons.
Priest Seto: And I hope he-
Bakura: BITES OFF YOUR TODGER!
Yami: ... Well that was uncalled for! But I'll keep it in mind. I do owe you...*smiiile*
Ishizu: I have a cameo.
Yūgi: So do I! Although Yami is mad at me!
Kaiba: *punts him*
Mokuba: And I wasn't mentioned at all! I think...! Hey! Did you just kick Yūgi?
Kaiba: I did.
Yami: He did.
Mokuba: Then why don't you two smex now with him gone?
Yami: ...Because the other smex part got removed from this chapter.
Kaiba: Who cares *grabs Yami and proceeds to smex him silly*
Yami: OH SETO! *is smexed sumthin fierce*
Priest Seto: YES MY PHARAOH?
Kaiba and Yami: LEAVE US!
Priest Seto: ... ... ... Have I been downgradded to Yūgi status...?
Mokuba: Nah. No one else can be categorized THAT low. He's the atagonist after all.
Yūgi: *instantly has the words "BAD GUY" scribbled in marker on his forehead* Who me? NO SMEX IN MY BODY NEXT CHAPTER, GOT IT?
Kaiba and Yami: *are too busy smexing to hear*
Bakura: Onto the next then!
Yūgi: Hey, didn't we get rid of you too back there?
Bakura: !
Bakura: *is also defeated*
Zork: Hooraaaaays! I am not all alone naaaao! *but still defeated*
Ishizu: Onto the next pleez!
*Ooc*
-Mel
