Yami tossed and turned, feeling restless and incredibly excited. He couldn't wait to see Kaiba again.
He sat up quickly, staring at the dark lump in the bed across from him. Yugi's breathing was barely audible in the quiet, and Yami hastily threw the covers off himself.
He pulled on a hoodie and quietly left the house. The streets were quiet and the sky was a dark blue. A bright half-moon was sitting behind a few dense clouds, and Yami shivered, ducking his head down and continuing down the street.
His feet led him several blocks down to a nearby convenience store, and the automatic doors slid open with a soft hiss.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he browsed the shelves, seeing the cashier throw him cautious looks.
Yami slipped his phone out and hastily read his notifications.
"#spotted! #yami at a convenience store on 1st Ave" [25 seconds ago]
xlmaconnalx: Chirooooo!
xlmaconnalx: your asshole friend shin posted another story!
xlmaconnalx: message me back when you see this!
Yami resisted the urge to glare at the cashier as he slipped a popsicle out from the case and slid it onto the counter, seeing the man punch a few keys into the cash register and speak softly, "150 yen, please." And Yami carelessly tossed the change onto the counter, not bothering to make eye contact as he strode out of the store, feeling irritated.
Kaiba felt his phone buzzing beside his head and he pried his eyelids open tiredly, thinking it was way too early for his morning alarm to be ringing. The room was still dark and his phone buzzed annoyingly again.
Sighing, Kaiba patted around for it blindly, reading his notifications groggily.
"#spotted #Yami in downtown domino, walking by VideoBleu! -image attached- "
[30 seconds ago]
"#spotted! OMG #Yami just passed me on the street. He was wearing a black hoodie looking super handsome and moody! (heart eyes)" [14 seconds ago]
Kaiba sat up quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he wondered what was happening. The time read 1:13AM, and his phone buzzed with another notification.
xlmaconnalx: did you get into a fight with Chiro?
xlmaconnalx: did you kill her?
xlmaconnalx: cuz she's not answering. And it's her normal time to be awake.
xlmaconnalx: if you're talking to her right now
xlmaconnalx: I don't appreciate you hogging her.
xlmaconnalx: tell her to answer her texts.
Kaiba tabbed away from his chat with M and sent Chiro a hasty message before throwing the covers off himself, rushing to get dressed.
Yami felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he grit his teeth, thinking he ought to mute the notifications from the #SPOTTED app.
He slid it out and was pleasantly surprised to see a message from Shin.
Kaiba.
Shinnn: if you're awake, stop ignoring M.
Shinnn: he thinks I'm "hogging you" whatever that means.
Shinnn: answer his texts dammit. He keeps bothering me.
Smirking, Yami hit "mute" and shoved his phone back into his pocket. His mind spun with a multitude of possibilities. If he played his cards right, Kaiba would fall right into his lap.
Shin had appeared in the prideshipping community very suddenly, and had made himself known as a high-rolling spammer with an uncreative fake name.
Shin had then forcefully inserted himself into the fandom by writing quality works with uncanny details.
Chiro needed to treat Shin with more distance in order to make room for Yami.
Yami needed to grow closer with Shin, to lure him out of hiding.
Would Kaiba ever admit to being Shin? Yami hummed thoughtfully to himself, feeling the wind sting his cheeks as he walked past a group of giggling girls.
Doubtful.
Kaiba was selfish, and his actions as Shin were despicable.
Expecting blatant honesty from him was like expecting the world to spin backwards on its axis.
His phone buzzed loudly in his pocket again, and Yami paused in his steps to check it.
xlmaconnalx: are you mad at meeee? (sad face)
xlmaconnalx: or are you asleep?! CHIRO?!
Shinnn: Yami has been spotted out and about
Shinnn: hey, did you read the thing I wrote for you?
Shinnn: where do you think he's going?
Shinnn: I can't promise I won't assault him again (devil grin)
Shinnn: I'm joking. But I did apologize like you asked.
Shinnn: and he asked to be "friends"
Shinnn: like, can you fucking believe that?
I can, Yami thought privately, ducking into the shadow of a building to respond to Shin's texts.
12Chiro: he asked to be friends after you assaulted him?!
12Chiro: what the fuck?!
12Chiro: what does that mean? He liked it?! Hahaaha wow.
12Chiro: you're lucky he didn't report your ass (frown)
12Chiro: on a scale of 1 – 10, how much did you enjoy that assault.
And Yami was slightly startled when Kaiba's reply was instantaneous.
Shinnn: 11/10. 1000000000/10.
Shinnn: if you want me to sound remorseful, I can't do it.
Shinnn: he hated it 50000% sure. Cuz I tasted like shit.
Shinnn: I'm a piece of shit. What can I do to make him like me?
Shinnn: don't answer that cuz I already know what you're going to say.
Shinnn: bitch.
Biting back an amused laugh, Yami replied:
12Chiro: you don't know what I'm going to say!
Shinnn: yes I do.
Shinnn: "Change everything about yourself!"
Shinnn: "You disgusting creep. Rapist pig."
Close, but not close enough, Yami thought gleefully, his fingers flying across his screen as he typed.
12Chiro: how about just
12Chiro: find a way to make up with him
12Chiro: considering how he wants to be "friends"
Shinnn: how the fuck do I do that.
Shinnn: I can't do that. (middle finger)
Shinnn: if I see him, I will assault him again, plain and simple.
Yami chewed his lower lip worriedly, wondering if Kaiba would be more gentle if another opportunity presented itself.
Would Kaiba leave him with another tie?
How far did Kaiba want to go?
What did he mean by "assault?"
12Chiro: AHAHAHHAA that's where all your great writing ideas come from!
12Chiro: …seriously, I personally think that if he hated it…
12Chiro: he wouldn't ask to be friends! (grin)
12Chiro: you got lucky, shin. Maybe you're not so disgusting after all! (star)
Kaiba swallowed dryly, as he was already standing by the door of his mansion, contemplating heading out to meet Yami. He was planning on bumping into him casually, but here, Chiro was implying that Yami didn't hate it.
Holy fuck, talking like this was dangerous for his mental health.
Shinnn: I just realized
Shinnn: you're going to get me arrested for assault.
12Chiro: maybe (wink face)
12Chiro: how else do you think I know that Yami enjoys con non-con? (grin)
Kaiba felt his eyes water as he hastily typed out his reply, his heart beating painfully in his chest. Chiro was egging him on! Did he know that?!
He eyed the scarf hanging off the coatrack by the door and grabbed it, quickly looping it around his neck, feeling his heart racing frantically as he pulled it up around his nose to obscure his face.
He had grabbed the scarf because it was chilly.
Not because he was planning on assaulting Yami…again.
Shinnn: I know. You talk to that fucking friendship bitch, Anzu.
Shinnn: She's like a disease.
Friendship bitch! Yami thought, grinning widely at his phone. Hilarious!
Further proof that Shin was indeed Kaiba.
How had he not noticed sooner?
It was glaringly obvious!
12Chiro: yeyeyeye hehehehehe wwwwwww (grin)
Shinnn: shut up. shut up. You're a bad influence. You're crazy.
Shinnn: And you know im crazy. Why do you insist on fueling my crazy?
I wonder why, Kaiba! Yami thought deliriously, feeling himself slip. Why else!
12Chiro: your crazy is the best crazy (heart eyes)
12Chiro: where does your wonderful sexy content come from?
12Chiro: heh. You just have more guts than me!
12Chiro: even though your content is pure garbage fwhahahaha!
Stroke his ego.
Compliment him and pair it with an insult.
It was like a formula, and Yami found that he knew exactly what to say when he wanted to push Kaiba's buttons.
Kaiba grit his teeth and shut the door behind himself, hastily walking off his property, letting the gate slide open and shut as he ducked past it and made his way to the main road with Chiro's texts still buzzing in his pocket.
12Chiro: ok but seriously, Shin, don't assault him again. (devil frown)
12Chiro: according to Yami…you were really rough.
12Chiro: is "gentle" not a word in your dictionary?
12Chiro: or are your barbaric fat hands really that clumsy.
12Chiro: you're disgusting.
12Chiro: No wonder he didn't enjoy it as much as he should have (heart eyes)
"#SPOTTED! #Yami chilling by a random RiceBurger? Leaning against the wall, dressed like he's waiting for a secret date! -image attached-" [2 minutes ago]
Got you! Kaiba thought gleefully, turning the corner on a main street, glad to see that everything was quiet. The buildings glowed warmly above him, and several lone stragglers rushed past him with their heads ducked down.
His phone buzzed again.
12Chiro: Also, I don't want to talk with M
12Chiro: im not mad at him, but I'll talk with him in my own time.
12Chiro: so please endure his annoying-ness until then.
12Chiro: thanks (grin)(grin)
He is fucking annoying, Kaiba thought, disgruntled, pausing at the end of the crosswalk, realizing he was only a block away from Yami. If Yami was standing by a well-lit RiceBurger, he was going to be seen.
The light turned green, and Kaiba expressed this frustration to Chiro.
Shinnn: he's by riceburger (grin)
Shinnn: not an ideal place for assault hahaha
Shinnn: ha. JOKE.
Shinnn: joking.
Shinnn: I'm joking. I won't assault him.
And his phone buzzed with Chiro's reply so quickly, Kaiba felt slightly unsettled.
12Chiro: AHAHA LOL what app are you using?
12Chiro: he moved from that location a long time ago hahaha
Shinnn: then he's in an area where no one can see him.
Shinnn: if you left the house, you could come Yami-hunting with me (grin)
Yami-hunting, Yami thought, bemused. He tucked his phone away and shuffled his feet nervously, standing at the edge of another deserted alleyway, keeping his eyes peeled for Kaiba's thin silhouette.
He had picked this location strategically.
It was nowhere near restaurant dumpsters, and it was far enough from the main road that pedestrians wouldn't pass by too often.
Several cars were parked up against the side of the road, casting dark shadows across the sidewalk, and Yami took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp night air. Was he crazy?
He was waiting here, hoping Kaiba would show up…to molest him again.
Yami kicked the ground with his heel, hearing the scraping sound echo up and down the deserted street. If anything, he was putting himself at risk to be assaulted by another complete stranger if Kaiba didn't show up soon.
Would Kaiba even show up?
Shin was going "Yami-hunting", so that had to mean "yes."
Kaiba walked right past the burger restaurant, and he felt his disappointment rising. Yami had left.
The spotted app had gone silent.
But Yami was on foot, so he couldn't have gone far.
Kaiba clicked his phone off, making sure to mute Chiro as he methodically combed the nearby streets, glancing down the road before heading down the block. He turned the corner and noticed that this street was darker, and his skin began to crawl.
Why did it feel like he was reliving a bad dream?
Did Yami enjoy hanging out in dark alleyways?
Was that something he liked to do at 2AM in the morning?
Deciding he would ask Chiro about it later, Kaiba set off down the dark street, hearing the soft patter of footsteps behind him, and he whirled around, seeing Yami's spiky silhouette walking away from him with his back turned, his hands in his pockets.
His heart leapt up into his throat and Kaiba hurried towards Yami, pressing his scarf tightly to his nose, wondering what he could say. He would tap Yami on the shoulder, and then…smile, and strike up a conversation as usual.
What was usual?
What could they even talk about?
Kaiba felt his panic rising as he got closer behind Yami, and he found that he was unconsciously matching his strides with each one of Yami's steps.
Shit. I'm even acting like a fucking rapist, Kaiba thought darkly, slipping the scarf off from around his neck and draping it over his arm. He wouldn't hurt Yami too badly…if he did it gently this time…even Chiro had said so.
Yami held his breath, wondering if he ought to feel afraid when he heard footsteps echoing behind him and then slowly fading to match his steps.
Light, methodical, and quiet.
Either the person behind him was Kaiba…or someone who was looking to mug him.
Deciding he didn't want to find out, Yami quickened his pace, suddenly regretting his decision to come outside at all. This was ridiculous! He was putting himself in danger…!
Kaiba saw Yami hesitate in his next step and he took this opportunity to rush forwards to loop his scarf around Yami's eyes, hearing him cry out softly and stiffen. With his heart pounding loudly in his ears, Kaiba forcefully wrapped an arm around Yami's chest and pulled him into the dark alleyway, feeling Yami struggle weakly, attempting to twist away.
Yami felt the soft fabric dig into his cheeks and the warm smell of coffee and something else…drifted around him, and he could barely contain his excitement. Kaiba…! This warm scent…had to be Kaiba!
One way to confirm….
"Shin-" A cold hand was pressed tightly over his mouth, causing his teeth to dig tightly into his lips, and the sweet scent of coffee became overpowering.
A bubble of arousal sat tightly in Yami's chest as he felt nails digging into the edge of his cheek.
Kaiba's nails…were often quite long.
Yami daringly flicked his tongue out to lick the hand that was clamped around his mouth, and the hand jerked away.
Kaiba bit his tongue to keep from crying out, feeling his mouth grow dry as he saw Yami smirk at him in the darkness, and he panicked slightly, thinking Yami could see him.
Was that why he wasn't fighting back or yelling?
He waved his hand across Yami's scarf-covered eyes.
No reaction.
Yami continued to smirk at him with his lips slightly wet, and they gleamed at him in the low light of the alleyway.
"Shin…I know that's you," Yami said slowly, his heart pounding frantically in his chest, listening for any sound from his attacker. His hands had been pinned behind his back and his knuckles were scraping roughly across the wall, but he didn't care.
If this was Kaiba…he would endure it…for a kiss that didn't taste like meat.
Kaiba blinked rapidly, his body heating up terribly with a rush of guilt and satisfaction. Good. Yami knew who he was.
He shoved his knee tightly between Yami's slender legs, nudging them apart forcefully, leaning forwards to bite down at the soft skin on Yami's neck, and he felt Yami shiver but remain still.
His lack of struggle was alarming.
"Shin. Answer me…or I scream and kick." Yami threatened, leaning up away from the wall, freeing his hands and rubbing his knuckles, trying not to let the hot breath traveling down his neck affect him.
If he heard Kaiba speak…it would make all his wildest dreams come true.
His attacker's hands slid down the sides of his arms to give them a long, slow squeeze, and Yami shuddered happily again.
If he remembered correctly, Kaiba had texted him as Shin…expressing an obsession with his toned arms….
His attacker grabbed his wrist and forced his palm into an upwards position, the point of a nail grazing gently across his skin, tracing letters into his palm.
Y…E…S.
And Yami felt as if his chest was about to explode with excitement as a happy chill ran up and down his spine.
Kaiba.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Yami goaded, feeling Kaiba's hand tighten around his wrist, and a knee shoved insistently higher up between his legs.
He yearned to see Kaiba's face, so he reached up to grab the fabric off from around his face, but Kaiba was too quick. His hands were once again pinned to the wall, and teeth grazed along his collarbone.
Yami bit back a cry, feeling his knuckles scraping along the wall again. Damn. "Gentle" really wasn't a word in Kaiba's vocabulary.
Kaiba blinked rapidly, feeling himself falling as he buried his nose underneath the soft spot behind Yami's ear, feeling blonde bangs tickle his cheek, and his stomach tightened with arousal. This was very real, and he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back.
"Shin, I'll give you a kiss, but that's as far as I'll go," Yami said shakily, desperately wishing that Kaiba would whisk him away into his limo and fuck him roughly against the soft leather seats. And then maybe, Kaiba would never let him go, opting to keep him blindfolded and a willing prisoner in a spare room at the mansion.
He would gladly live a life like that.
A kiss? Kaiba thought deliriously. Sure.
He dipped forward to kiss Yami deeply, feeling Yami sigh and relax wonderfully beneath him, and he began to sweat, wondering if this was really okay. If he didn't know Yami any better, it sounded like Yami was enjoying himself.
Yami melted, enjoying the way Kaiba's soft lips moved sensually across his, and he tasted heavenly.
Like a clear spring morning.
Like a fresh cup of coffee.
Like a cool rain after a hot summer's day.
It was everything he had ever imagined…perhaps more.
More.
Kaiba felt himself slipping as Yami nibbled playfully on his lower lip, and his hot, silky tongue flicked in and out of his mouth sweetly, causing his stomach to clench and roll with need.
Amazing.
Yami was an amazing kisser.
How many people did he kiss like this before him?
The thought made him slightly nauseous, and Kaiba pulled away, seeing Yami frown so hard, the scarf shifted along his eyes, and he hastily pressed a hand over Yami's eyes again, his boner itching and throbbing in his pants.
He only knew a few personal things about Yami so far.
Aside from the fact that he enjoyed dueling, Chiro had told him that Yami was gay, owned a cellphone, and enjoyed consensual non-consensual roleplaying.
And drugs might be in his system.
He wasn't high now…was he?
Yami smirked at him again and spoke slowly, "Let me see your face, Shin."
There was a silence, and Yami strained against Kaiba's hands holding his wrists against the wall, feeling his dick leak painfully into his underwear. Why was Kaiba hesitating?
"I understand," Yami said cleverly, hearing soft pants hovering above his nose, and a sweet breath panned down across his face. "You're ugly and a coward—"
Kaiba snapped, and he pressed his lips firmly across Yami's mouth, silencing him effectively, feeling Yami relaxing into his touch, and he ground his hips furiously forwards, earning a sharp gasp, spurring him to wrap a hand behind Yami's head to secure the scarf tighter around his eyes before deepening the kiss.
Yami sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue, and it drove him crazy. He pressed himself flush against Yami's slender form, his mouth open and hungry, drinking in Yami's ragged breaths, feeling Yami arch his back, his boner rubbing stiffly over his knee, and Kaiba pulled away to glance down at it, mesmerized.
If he didn't know any better, it seemed as if Yami was asking to be touched.
"Coward…" Yami gasped, feeling his lips ache and swell as he tightened his thighs around Kaiba's knee, which was still tightly shoved up his groin.
He knew Kaiba hated being called a coward.
If that didn't make him angry, nothing else would.
A hand raked down his body, and Yami felt his skin burn as the fabric of his shirt rubbed roughly over his nipples. Yes. More of that!
The hand traveled down his thigh, and back up towards his erection, and fingers slid underneath his balls, giving him a nice, firm grope.
"Let me go…and I won't report you," Yami said breathlessly, arching his back into Kaiba's hand, which was slowly palming his erection through his pants, and Yami was cursing himself privately, wishing that he had worn more comfortable pants.
You won't report me anyway since you don't know who Shin is, Kaiba thought shrewdly, his fingers slipping on the leather of Yami's pants, and he felt his frustration rising.
Would Yami let him touch…without a barrier?
He had been stupid and hasty on his way out the door and didn't think to bring a condom.
He furiously rubbed Yami's erection through the leather of his pants, pleased to see Yami squirm helplessly and buck his hips forwards shamelessly.
"Coward…coward…" Yami said weakly, losing himself in the feeling of Kaiba's hand rubbing him through the fabric, and he felt the blindfold tighten around his eyes, causing him to see green. Was Kaiba only planning on touching him like this?!
How torturous. Agonizing.
"I want to die…" Yami panted, feeling Kaiba's teeth nip his earlobe, and the hand on his groin gave his length several rough rubs upwards, sending wonderful shocks of pleasure running up and down his legs, causing his knees to weaken.
Die, meaning cum.
Was Kaiba really that stupid?
"I want to die, so finish me already!" Yami hissed with more conviction, feeling Kaiba shove his hand up his shirt and lightly pinch his nipples playfully, causing his stomach to flip and churn with ecstasy. More of that!
Kaiba was holding back so much, it was infuriating! He wanted to cum!
Kaiba was torn.
They were in a public place, but Yami's body language screamed, "Touch me!"
He wanted to stop, because he knew that this was wrong, but Yami was writhing sensually in front of him, firmly blindfolded with a raging boner, hissing insults at him, and it was fucking erotic as hell.
Throwing caution to the wind, he undid one of Yami's belts, seeing it slide to the ground with an echoing clink, and Kaiba felt as if he was a man possessed. He quickly undid the other belt and tore at the button of Yami's pants, fumbling the zipper down and reaching in to wrap his hand around Yami's heated length, seeing Yami shudder and convulse violently at his touch, sliding down lower against the wall.
"Cold…hands," Yami managed weakly, suppressing another wave of pleasure rocking his body as Kaiba's hand gave him fervid strokes in his pants, and he wanted to throw his arms around Kaiba's body, but his arms were still trapped above his head.
Kaiba…was touching him! Willingly! Was he enjoying this? Of course he was. He would hear all about it when Shin confessed this to Chiro. More. More. More.
Kaiba felt his eyes watering as Yami threw his head back and parted his lips, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath every time his thumb slid wetly over his tip, and Kaiba couldn't help but smirk. He felt Yami struggle against his grip again, and he briefly considered letting him down.
Could he trust Yami not to yank the blindfold off the second his hands were free? Better not risk it.
"Let me down…my arms are numb," Yami panted, as if he had read his mind. "I'll keep the cloth around my eyes…I'll hold it to my face…just…let my hands down please."
I have a better idea, Kaiba thought darkly, withdrawing his hand out of Yami's pants to reach for one of the belts on the ground by their feet.
Yami trembled as he felt Kaiba's hand leave his pants so suddenly, his stomach clenched with a terrible, empty coldness.
Damn! What the hell?!
Was he leaving now?
He got his little touch, and he was happy with that?
That was not the Kaiba he knew!
The Kaiba he knew would go through with it all the way!
He heard soft clinking, and a thick rope slid painfully over his skin, binding his wrists together, and Yami felt his heart stop in his chest.
What was this…?!
He felt a circular nub dig into the base of his wrist and he realized with a jolt that his hands had been bound with one of his belts!
Kaiba…clever as ever.
Yami then felt his hands slide past hair, and he froze, feeling Kaiba's head on his chest between his arms, bunching his shirt underneath his chin, and a hot tongue dragged all the way down from the center of his stomach, stopping right at his navel, and the tongue flicked suggestively in and out of it, wrenching a deep shudder from within.
Kaiba smirked and grabbed Yami's length again, giving it long, slow jerks, staring down at it in the darkness, feeling his head spin and his tongue itch.
He wanted to taste it.
Yami would kill him for doing that.
Yami would kill him….
He felt Yami's elbows come down painfully on top of his shoulders, forcing him to his knees, and Kaiba glanced up at Yami, seeing his mouth parted desperately, the blindfold still firmly secured around his eyes, and he glanced back down at Yami's dick, jutting out just beneath his chin, and he felt the last of his resolve slip.
He gave the top of Yami's dick a long lick, burying his nose into Yami's pubic hair, taking deep, even breaths, feeling his world crumble as he realized he was kneeling in a dark alleyway, about to suck his rival off.
This was a pure sin, Kaiba was pretty sure.
Yami bit back a cry as he felt a hot, wet tightness engulf his dick, sending tremors of pleasure and electricity to run up and down his body, and his knees grew weak. He buried his hands into Kaiba's soft hair, feeling his belt chafe into his wrists. He loved the feeling of Kaiba's tongue circling the tip of his dick so sensually, he almost came on the spot.
Kaiba lost himself in Yami's scent, bringing his head down harder against Yami's dick, sucking him firmly, sighing with relief and happiness as he felt Yami buck forwards into his mouth, his hands tightening in his hair. If he wasn't so damn uncomfortable and anxious…he would fuck Yami right here.
Yami thrust his hips forwards suddenly, and Kaiba gagged as a hot, thick liquid slid down the back of his throat. He felt his eyes water as he choked slightly, and tried to pull away, but Yami's bound hands behind his head had trapped him in place, and to his surprise, Yami began thrusting into his mouth so hard, he could barely think or breathe.
Yami's dick slid wonderfully past his teeth, rubbing lewdly across his tongue as semen gathered at his lip, and Kaiba held his breath, feeling his own dick leak wetly in his pants. Okay. Yami was fucking him in the mouth. This was fine. Wonderful actually.
Kaiba heard voices echoing from afar and he felt Yami freeze, feeling his thighs trembling as they paused mid-thrust, and Kaiba slowly eased his head away, wiping the cum off his chin, his heart pounding frantically in his chest as the voices grew closer. It sounded like a group of girls.
Yami panicked, shivering from the sudden cold grazing across his dick, feeling Kaiba ease away from him slowly to stand, and suddenly, he was being kissed sweetly, and Yami could taste his own cum on Kaiba's lips.
He heard faint clinking, and the binding around his wrists loosened. Soft knuckles brushed across his cheek in a gentle caress before light footsteps faded down the alleyway, and Yami blindly fumbled to get his pants back on, feeling his belt slipping off his wrists.
He yanked the blindfold off his face and stared at the soft gray scarf in his hands, hearing a group of giggling girls passing him by at the mouth of the alleyway.
"Right? …And then he totally didn't call me back!"
"Why?! What the fuck was his problem? I thought you guys had a good date!"
Yami slowly clicked his belt back around his hips, staring at the angry red welts around his wrists from where the leather had dug into his skin, and his dick itched from the wet clamminess of his own cum.
He searched the ground for his other belt, quietly slipping out his phone to use as a flashlight as he waited for the girls to pass.
"Because he's a dick! He read all my messages though!"
Kaiba leaned his back against the wall, his heart pounding painfully in his chest as he tried to keep himself composed.
Yami was at the other end of the alleyway.
He needed to get farther away in case Yami decided to come his way.
"Gross! He left you on 'read'!"
"I know right?"
The voices faded and Yami tapped his phone with shaking fingers, his eyes stinging from the sudden brightness. He scanned the ground, realizing with a jolt that his other belt had disappeared.
Kaiba had taken it as a souvenir.
His chest swelling with a strange mixture of pride and anxiety, Yami slipped his phone back into his pocket and hugged himself tightly, rocking back and forth on his heels.
This was fine. If Kaiba wanted to meet like this…he would endure it.
He wrapped the scarf around his neck and deeply inhaled Kaiba's warm scent, feeling surprisingly full and satisfied.
That was fun.
If they hadn't been interrupted….
Yami shook the dirty thoughts from his mind and hurried out of the alleyway and down the street, aiming to get to the main street as fast as possible, feeling lighthearted and oddly pleased.
Kaiba heard Yami's footsteps fade down the alleyway, and he glanced down at the belt in his hands, cursing himself for his stupidity. He wrapped the belt around his arm and pulled his sleeve over it, thinking it looked oddly lumpy, but he didn't care.
He just couldn't be photographed carrying such an incriminating article of Yugi's clothing.
Yami.
Not Yugi.
There was a fucking difference.
But…didn't Yami wear Yugi's clothing?
Shaking off the rising confusion, Kaiba straightened up and ruffled his hair messily. He already had sex hair, so it would create less suspicion if he purposely looked more disheveled than usual.
He casually strode down the alleyway and out onto the street, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets with his head lowered, feeling his cheeks burn as he regretted leaving his scarf with Yami. Whatever.
Yami stood at the corner of the wide crossing, reading the messages from Maconnal.
xlmaconnalx: its 2AM. Please answer me.
xlmaconnalx: are you mad at me, Chiro?
12Chiro: No.
12Chiro: I've just been busy. I was out on a date tonight! (star)
xlmaconnalx: WHAT?!
12Chiro: yep! (grin)
xlmaconnalx: UM?! SPILL!?
12Chiro: nothing special. I just haven't seen him in a while, so I'm glad we got to see each other
xlmaconnalx: WHO IS HE?!1 WHAT'S HIS NAMEW!?
xlmaconnalx: OOO PICS?!
xlmaconnalx: Show me pics! (rainbow)(star)(heart)
12Chiro: ok maybe sometime!
12Chiro: I wasn't wearing makeup so we didn't take pictures!
Kaiba stood at the other end of the crossing, unable to believe his luck…or misfortune. Yami was standing on the other side, completely unaware of his surroundings with his nose buried in his phone.
Jeez.
Had he always been this unguarded?!
It was dark, and he was clearly alone! He was practically asking to be assaulted again! Was that why he didn't struggle?
Was assault something that happened to him often?
Guilt gnawed at his insides and Kaiba shuffled his feet nervously, feeling his palms sweat in his pockets.
He could just walk right by…and Yami wouldn't even notice. Who the fuck was he texting on his phone?! His boyfriend?!
The light turned green, and Kaiba took purposeful steps forward, pleased to see that Yami was too wrapped up in his phone to even notice the light had changed.
xlmaconnalx: omg bish whatever! You look cute with or without make up!
xlmaconnalx: you missed some awesome Yami photos. I saved them for you from…
"Hey."
Yami jerked his head up, wavering on the spot as he saw Kaiba towering before him in the semi-darkness, and Yami felt his mouth go dry, staring at Kaiba's hair, which was unusually messy. Handsome….
He swallowed tightly, trying to find his voice, his heart thumping frantically, and he pressed his phone towards his chest, hiding the screen from view.
"Hey."
"What are you doing out here?" Kaiba asked roughly, seeing Yami blink slowly up at him and frown. His chest tightened strangely, and he wondered if he should've just walked by without saying anything.
He couldn't help but stare at the way his scarf was wrapped snugly around Yami's neck, and his stomach swooped to his feet.
If Yami hated the assault, why would he casually wear the offending article seemingly without a care in the world?
"I'm…" Yami felt his tongue swell as he swallowed the rest of his sentence. Meeting you out here. You are Shin. You bastard. Where is my belt? You have it, don't you?
He raked his gaze down Kaiba's slender form, seeing an unnatural bunching along his forearm, and Yami realized Kaiba had hidden his belt up his sleeve.
The roll of the belt was still clearly visible through the fabric of his coat.
More blatant proof that Kaiba was Shin.
Kaiba felt himself sweat as Yami spaced out and stared at his arm with a strange look on his face. Yep. This was a mistake. He was leaving.
He brushed past Yami, and heard him call out behind him. "Wait! Kaiba…!"
Clenching his fists in his pockets, Kaiba answered without turning around, "What?"
He couldn't find it in himself to look at Yami any longer.
He might kiss him on the spot, and then suffer a harsh rejection.
"I'm coming with you," Yami said hastily, moving to stand beside Kaiba, gazing up at his tall form, feeling himself blush. Kaiba was talking with him so casually…right after assaulting him, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Such a two-faced bastard.
"I'm not going anywhere," Kaiba snorted, turning to walk down the street, feeling his phone buzzing incessantly in his pocket, undoubtedly with #spotted notifications.
"Neither am I," Yami answered readily, silencing his phone in his pocket. He didn't need any distractions from Maconnal. He wanted to focus all of his attention on Kaiba beside him.
Kaiba felt an alien wave of jealousy surge up inside him as he heard Yami's answer.
A lie.
Yami was clearly going somewhere.
What the fuck was he doing walking down that deserted street?
"Are you meeting a friend?" Kaiba asked gruffly, hating himself. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk in front of him, feeling a strange heat emanating from Yami walking beside him. Fuck.
He could feel his boner returning with full force, and Kaiba willed himself not to think about it. He had been too busy sucking Yami off to even take care of himself.
Yami was taken aback by the sudden interest and he shook his head, smirking privately, "No. I was just out for a walk."
"Well don't walk with your nose in your phone," Kaiba snapped, curling his fingers around his own phone in his pocket.
"I'll keep that in mind," Yami responded lightly, wondering what point Kaiba was trying to make. He had already made himself an easy target! What more did he want?
They passed several blocks in silence, and Kaiba wondered how he could glean more personal information from Yami without asking questions that sounded like they came straight out of an interrogation room.
He could feel himself slipping as he crafted questions and answers in his own mind.
"Nice scarf, where'd you get it?" he would ask.
"My attacker used it as a blindfold while he assaulted me."
Yami would answer.
"Right."
And more silence would follow.
Yami felt his anxiety rise higher the longer the silence stretched on between them and he desperately wondered if there was anything he could ask to gauge Kaiba's interest. He could feel himself slipping as he crafted questions and answers in his own mind.
"Do you like me? Just…as a friend…?" he would ask, and Kaiba would snort and scoff.
"We're not friends."
"Right."
And more silence would follow.
Yami suddenly had a stroke of inspiration.
Actually, there was something he could talk openly with Kaiba about!
"I have a stalker," Yami said plainly, stealing a sideways glance at Kaiba, seeing his face remain eerily neutral. "What do you do with stalkers?"
Kaiba felt his stomach churn with guilt and nervousness. Was Yami asking for his advice on how to deal with…himself? Shin? Who was more like a rapist?
"You report them," Kaiba growled, feeling himself sweat.
"I don't want to report him," Yami said amicably as they turned a corner, and they paused at another crossing. "He means well…I think."
Kaiba reeled, unable to believe what he was hearing. Was Yami fucking serious?! In what dictionary did "assault" translate to "meaning well"?!
"All stalkers are crazy. If you don't reciprocate the way they want in their crazy heads…they'll rape or murder you." Kaiba said, feeling a slight headache coming on.
In your case, that would be rape, wouldn't it, Kaiba? Yami thought gleefully, nodding and forcing his face to remain impassive.
"And you could prevent your stalker from finding you, if you stopped walking around past midnight in downtown," Kaiba continued, wondering where he was going with this conversation. He was Yami's stalker. It didn't matter where Yami went. He could find him easily.
"I can take care of myself," Yami retorted, feeling his anger rising. Kaiba was really one to talk.
Kaiba felt his irritation peak as he recalled the way Yami had begged to be let go.
"Shin, I'll give you a kiss…!"
For fuck's sake, was that what Yami meant by saying he could take care of himself? Egging his attacker on?
They headed down a familiar street and Kaiba realized they were a block away from the game shop. He had better make an attempt to get closer to Yami…!
It was all or nothing. Because he didn't know if this would be the last time he would get to see or speak to Yami at all.
"Are you asking for my help?" Kaiba said roughly, seeing the dark roof of the game shop rise into view. Damn. He was out of time.
Yami jumped on this invitation. "Yes," he answered quickly, feeling his cheeks flush warmly. "What would you suggest?"
I suggested reporting him, Kaiba thought spitefully, but instead, he said, "I'll lend you one of my bodyguards."
Yami blinked and paused in his step, realizing they were standing in front of the game shop. He hadn't even realized Kaiba had walked him all the way back home…!
"No thank you…" Yami said carefully, thinking that Kaiba would have a hard time assaulting him again if one of his own guards were assigned to follow him around.
"I insist," Kaiba replied coldly, folding his arms across his chest. It would make him feel better if Yami was guarded by one of his men while he walked around Domino with his face buried in his phone.
He could pay the guard to be negligent on certain nights…if Yami decided he wanted to wander into a dark alleyway again.
"I'll think about it," Yami answered vaguely, forcing his feet to move towards the door of the game shop.
"I'm fucking serious, Yami." Kaiba hissed, feeling Yami's belt burn into his skin underneath his sleeve. "Protect yourself first before anything else."
God, he was such a fucking hypocrite.
"I'll let you know. Thank you for the offer, Kaiba," Yami said seriously, turning away and dipping his nose into the folds of his scarf, inhaling deeply again.
Thanks for the scarf.
"How?" Kaiba's voice echoed from behind him, and Yami paused mid-step.
"How what?" Yami asked blandly, seeing a light flicker on in the second story window. Damn. Their voices had woken Yugi.
Maybe it wasn't too late to ask for a kiss.
What the hell was he even thinking about?
Yugi was about to come outside….
"How the fuck…will you let me know?" Kaiba asked through clenched teeth, feeling his panic rising as he saw Yugi's shadow hovering by the glass window of the game shop.
"I'll…call you." Yami said slowly, seeing the door swing back, and Yugi rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawning widely. "That or you have my tw—"
"With what number?" Kaiba interrupted, his anxiety causing his throat to close as Yugi shot him a sleepy glare.
"Kaiba-kun? What's up?" Yugi asked tiredly, beckoning towards Yami. "Come inside! It's cold!"
"You don't have my number?" Yami said playfully, suddenly realizing that he was the one with all the information.
Kaiba didn't know that he was Chiro.
Kaiba didn't know that he knew he was Shin.
Kaiba didn't know anything.
Hilarious and well-deserved.
"Are you shitting me right now?" Kaiba hissed through clenched teeth, and he slid his phone out from his pocket. "Give me your number."
Yugi frowned, his confusion rising as he saw Yami smirk so devilishly, it made his skin crawl. What...was going on…?
"Just add me on LINE," Yami said with a small wave. "It's 'Yami' with three 'i's. Easy to remember. Good night, Kaiba."
Kaiba watched as Yami disappeared behind the door of the game shop, and he turned angrily on his heel to march down the street back towards his mansion.
Yami with three 'i's.
Creative.
He could've guessed that with his eyes closed.
He slipped his phone out and logged out of Shin's profile, hastily adding Yami in his contacts, seeing the friend request refresh, and he was accepted immediately.
Wow. That was quick.
Maybe Yami was more tech savvy than he gave him credit for.
His phone buzzed with another notification, and Kaiba glanced down at his screen excitedly.
Yamiii: See? Easy.
Kaiba stopped at the crossing, even though the light was green and the street was completely empty.
KaiBlueEye: (devil frown)
Yami locked himself in the bathroom, ignoring Yugi's questions, replying happily to Kaiba's message.
Yamiii: wow your username makes me cringe (vomit)
Kaiba bit his lip and considered sending Yami a photo of his dick in retaliation, but decided against it.
111: (gun) (middle finger) better?
Yamiii: not at all, but it's an improvement (tears of laughter)
Letting his breath out in a slow hiss, Kaiba felt a rush of deep satisfaction. Finally. A direct connection to Yami, without any interruptions. He hurried across the street, feeling his phone buzzing excitedly in his pocket. He would check them all slowly when he sat back down behind his desk.
Yami frowned at his screen, staring at the tiny text at the bottom.
-111 is away-
Yamiii: hey.
Yamiii: don't leave in the middle of a conversation.
-111 is away-
He logged out and switched to Chiro's account, seeing a slew of unread messages from Maconnal.
xlmaconnalx: are you mad because I asked you to draw a vibrator scene?
xlmaconnalx: you can tell me, chiro. I wont judge! (heart)
xlmaconnalx: btw how long have you had a boyfriend?
xlmaconnalx: I've never heard you talk about him!
xlmaconnalx: where'd you guys meet?! When?!
12Chiro: calm down M! (hug)
12Chiro: I just had an unusually busy day!
12Chiro: also, what vibrator scene?
xlmaconnalx: AAAAAAAA CHIROOO (crying face)
xlmaconnalx: ok cuz I thought you were mad at me!
xlmaconnalx: don't call me 'M' too, omfg that stupid buttface Shin does it all the time
12Chiro: he does what?!
xlmaconnalx: he calls me M! (angry frown)
Ah, Yami thought pleasantly. How would Maconnal feel about Kaiba being Shin?
He briefly entertained the thought, and he heard Yugi knock tentatively on the bathroom door.
"Yami! You've been so quiet in there! Are you okay?!"
"Taking a shower, Aibou. I'll be out soon." Yami replied hastily, setting his phone down on the counter and stepping out of his pants.
Kaiba rushed into his room and shut the door quietly behind him, sliding his phone out from his pocket and checking it eagerly.
Yamiii: hey.
Yamiii: don't leave in the middle of a conversation.
-Yamiii is away-
Shit. Kaiba cursed to himself and hastily replied, wondering if he had fucked up.
111: I was traveling. I don't shove my face in my phone while walking
111: you call this a conversation?
Kaiba blinked, wishing he could take the last message back. Why did he sound like such a callous asshole?!
Yami shut the water off and heard his phone buzzing across the bathroom counter.
He stepped out, almost slipping in his haste as he scooped his phone up to read the messages, frowning at Kaiba's tone.
Yamiii: k
Yami logged out of his account and back into Chiro's, thinking Kaiba was more entertaining to speak with when he was texting as Shin.
12Chiro: Shin shinshishinshin.
12Chiro: you've been silent all night!
Kaiba felt his eyes water and he bit his tongue, willing himself not to feel anything. He had fucked up. Badly.
Yami had just replied with the letter 'k'.
Wasn't that the quintessential text-equivalent of a middle finger?
Fuck.
On the other hand, Chiro sounded unusually chirpy.
Shinnn: hey.
Shinnn: I…fucked up.
Yami toweled his hair dry and smirked. He wrapped the towel around his waist and padded out of the bathroom towards his room.
12Chiro: oh yea? (grin)
Shinnn: it's not funny.
12Chiro: I'm not laughing.
Shinnn: you'll hear about it anyway, so here goes.
12Chiro: oh no. I don't want to hear it. What did you do.
Shinnn: …..
Shinnn: nevermind.
Hey! Yami thought angrily. He was in the middle of pulling on his shirt, and he stuck his arms through the holes of his tank top, his fingers flying across his screen, replying quickly.
12Chiro: ok tell me. Seriously.
Kaiba sat down heavily at his desk and palmed his face, feeling his eyes heating up terribly, and the screen began to blur in his vision.
No. No this wasn't happening.
He wasn't going to fucking cry.
He pressed his palms tightly into his eyes, taking a deep gasping breath, feeling himself shake.
Damn it.
Yami clearly…didn't feel anything for him.
And he had forced himself on him…again.
Sucked his dick.
Swallowed his cum, happily.
Forcefully kissed him afterwards.
Goddamn it all.
Shinnn: I used
Shinnn: the spotted app to find Yami downtwn
Shinnn: and…I touched him agan.
Shinnn: but this time…I went a little to far
Shinnn: ….and I took his belt.
Shinnn: im going to kill myself with it.
Shinnn: I deserve to die. I'm a terrible person for doing that to him again.
Shinnn: he haes me.
Shinnn: he called me out by name because I apologized to him in that stupd
Shinnn: twitter messg. He knws it was me.
Yami scanned the texts slowly, his concern rising as he gazed at the typos.
Kaiba was usually very careful with his spelling….
He bit his lip, moving to sit at the edge of his bed, feeling his chest tighten strangely. Was Kaiba…feeling bad about it?!
Kaiba heard his phone buzzing across his desk, and he let his breath out slowly, lowering his hands into his lap. His face was damp and his palms were wet with tears.
He blinked, feeling another choking sob wrenching its way out from his body and he stood up quickly, slamming his fist down onto the surface of his desk, feeling his knuckles sting and smart. Damn.
He brushed the tears off his face and read Chiro's texts slowly, forcing himself to breathe evenly, to calm down.
12Chiro: omg don't talk like that.
12Chiro: suicide isn't funny.
12Chiro: if he didn't fight back, it meant he liked it!
12Chiro: cheer up!
Cheer up.
If he didn't fight back, it meant he liked it!
Cheer up.
If he didn't fight back, it meant he liked it!
Cheer up.
Empty words. Lies. Kaiba stared at the texts so hard, his vision blurred again, and he saw a tear drip down the end of his nose. He brushed it away angrily.
Shinnn: I think…im hopelessly in love with him.
Shinnn: your fault.
My fault? Yami thought nervously, reading Kaiba's words again, feeling his stomach flutter wonderfully. He gazed at the scarf hanging on his bedpost and he leaned towards it, burying his nose onto the soft fabric, inhaling the warm scent deeply, feeling himself grow aroused.
Sure.
It was his fault.
12Chiro: ok ok! its my fault.
12Chiro: YOU'RE WELCOME!
12Chiro: you horny bastard.
Shinnn: stop.
Shinnn: just stop talking to me.
Shinnn: you're convincing me of something that isn't real
Shinnn: its unhealthy. for me.
Shinnn: goodbye chiro.
Shinnn: it was nice knowing you.
Yami drew in a sharp breath, and frantically spammed the chat with messages.
12Chiro: DON'T BLOCK ME
12Chiro: hey.
12Chiro: don't jump to conclusions you idiot.
12Chiro: he loves you toooo (heart)
Yami leaned back onto his bed, feeling his heart race.
Stringing Kaiba along…was a bit painful, and he felt guilty doing it, but he needed Kaiba to know exactly how he had felt, and he wasn't going to reveal himself until Kaiba understood perfectly, from his point of view.
Then and only then…
Shinnn: shut up. he doesn't.
Shinnn: hey, you know, I got his contact information
Shinnn: and I fucked that up too!
Shinnn: I'm an unlovable person.
Shinnn: why can't I behave normally in front of him
Shinnn: everything hurts.
-Shinnn is away-
Kaiba tossed his phone aside and fell face down onto his bed, turning his head to the side, staring at his hands lying on the mattress. He slowly curled his fingers into his palms, gathering the sheets beneath his fingers, feeling everything swirl and dip down beneath him.
He felt dizzy, nauseous, sick, and tired, of everything.
His phone buzzed on his desk, and he ignored it.
He heard a soft knock at his door, and Mokuba's voice rang out from behind it.
"Seto?"
"Don't come in," Kaiba said despondently, forcing himself into a sitting position, realizing his cheeks were wet again. Damn.
The door creaked open and Kaiba felt his face burn with humiliation. He stared pointedly out his window, hearing Mokuba's footsteps approaching him softly, and the mattress dipped down beside him.
"Seto…you went out without the car," Mokuba said slowly, frowning as he spied the odd wet patch on the mattress. He glanced up at his brother's face, seeing a lone tear hugging the curve of Seto's jaw, and shock rooted him to the spot.
W-Was Seto crying?!
"Seto, what's wrong?!" Mokuba cried, inching forward to throw his arms around Kaiba's waist, squeezing him as tightly as he could manage.
He heard repetitive buzzing coming from Seto's phone on the desk, and he stared at it for a long time. Did Seto get into a fight with his friend?
"It's okay, you guys will make up," Mokuba said vaguely, and Seto snapped his head around to gaze incredulously at his younger brother. What?
"What makes you say that?" Kaiba asked miserably, attempting to compose himself, letting Mokuba's warmth seep into his body.
"Because it's stupid to stay mad at each other. Just apologize," Mokuba said plainly, and he felt Seto shift on the bed.
Kaiba reached down and gently grabbed ahold of Mokuba's shoulders, holding him at arm's length, staring deep into his large, gray eyes, seeing his brother blink curiously back at him.
"What?" Mokuba asked, feeling Seto give his shoulders a warm squeeze. The staring was making him uncomfortable!
"I'm…" Gay, Kaiba finished in his mind, and he scrambled for another way to say it that wouldn't sound as bad.
"Stupid? …Annoying? Dumb?" Mokuba added unhelpfully, twisting out of his grasp and moving to climb off the bed. "I'm going to bed."
"I'm gay," Kaiba said softly, and Mokuba felt his heart skip a beat, but he didn't turn around. He made his way steadily to the door, thinking of all the times Seto had purposely gone out of his way to challenge Yugi, to gift Yugi with the newest tech, and had insisted on inviting Yugi to every high-profile Duel Monsters event.
"I believe you," Mokuba replied, pulling the door open and staring out into the dark hallway.
Kaiba felt his anxiety rise, thinking that it wasn't a matter of credibility, but a personal struggle.
"I'm being serious, Mokuba."
"And I said I believe you, Seto." Mokuba said moodily, throwing Seto a reassuring smile over his shoulder. Seto looked unusually helpless, sitting with his legs tucked underneath him in a formal sitting position, and Mokuba wondered if he ought to feel concerned. He thought it was super obvious.
"You believe me," Kaiba repeated stupidly, feeling numb all over. Mokuba was taking it surprisingly well.
"Yeah." Mokuba mused, and it suddenly occurred to him that that was probably why Seto had been crying. He had talked to Yugi, and had probably confessed his feelings, and then Yugi had rejected him…because Yugi…liked…Anzu?
"I'm sorry if he doesn't like you back," Mokuba added gruffly, turning to leave, and Kaiba felt a pang of embarrassment and terror sear through his chest.
How would Mokuba know that Yami didn't like him back?!
It was because Mokuba often talked with Yugi, right?
That was it, wasn't it?
"Who? Who doesn't like me back?" Kaiba asked in a rushed tone, feeling his entire being heat up with anger and frustration.
Mokuba frowned, seeing Seto grab his knees so tightly his knuckles whitened. Maybe… he shouldn't have said anything.
"Answer me, Mokuba!" Kaiba hissed, seeing Mokuba's eyes widen.
"Uh…Y-Yugi. Gosh Seto. Maybe if you were a bit nicer instead of being so forcefu—" Mokuba paused mid-sentence, flashing back to the time he had stepped into the twins' bedroom, and had accidently caught a glimpse of Yami's computer screen background, and chills ran up his spine.
It had been a drawing of Seto.
Yami had stood from his bed and moved to shut his laptop so quick, Mokuba thought he had been seeing things, he
But then, Yami had loomed threateningly over him, looking absolutely murderous while hissing, "Get out." And Mokuba remembered feeling so afraid, he scrambled out the door so fast, he almost tripped on his own feet.
And that was the incident which had launched his investigation into 12Chiro.
Kaiba frowned, seeing Mokuba sway on the spot while spacing out, looking deeply confused. Shit. Did he need to explain how gay men had sex?
"Um…" Mokuba let go of the door handle and turned to face his brother, fidgeting nervously. "You do…like Yugi, right?"
"No," Kaiba responded viciously, feeling deeply offended. "It's Yami." And he saw Mokuba's cheeks redden so suddenly, it threw him off slightly. "What?"
Mokuba blinked rapidly, thinking that this was the first time he had ever heard Seto even acknowledge Yami. Even during duels, Seto called Yami "Yugi."
Was Seto even talking to Yami?
Seto was hopeless.
If this went on, Seto would be crying on his bed until next year, and Yami clearly had feelings for Seto…!
He made his way steadily towards Seto and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged across from him, pointing at the phone on the desk. "Send him a text, or call him."
Kaiba blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in Mokuba's tone and behavior. What?
Why?
No!
"You don't even have his number, Seto, how are you going to make him like you back?" Mokuba asked fiendishly. He had everyone's numbers memorized, and he knew Seto didn't have Yami's number.
"I have his number," Seto replied, sounding disgruntled, and he eased off the bed to grab his phone.
"Good! So just ask him out on a date!" Mokuba said cleverly, rocking back and forth excitedly. "And just say, 'Hey, let's hang out!'"
Coaching Seto on how to talk with Yami was beginning to sound like fun. Seto would flip if he saw the drawings by 12Chiro, so Mokuba decided he would tell his older brother after a few dates.
Kaiba felt his eyelid twitch as he sat down behind his desk and pulled his phone closer, staring at the jumble of texts from Chiro glowing across his screen.
Or…he could just fantasize about it. Because it was never going to happen.
It was sweet how Mokuba thought it would be that easy.
"Okay, Mokuba." Kaiba said slowly, giving his brother a nod, seeing Mokuba beam brightly at him. "I'll do that."
"Yeah, good. Do it now." Mokuba nodded vigorously, "I'll watch you."
Kaiba glanced down at his screen and read Chiro's messages, halfheartedly texting a non-existent reply.
12Chiro: hey.
12Chiro: don't joke about killing yourself
12Chiro: HEY answer.
-missed call from 12Chiro-
12Chiro: Seriously shin. Its not the end of the world.
12Chiro: I talked with Yami. He said this. -screenshot-
Intrigued, Kaiba tapped on the screenshot, seeing Mokuba shift excitedly on his bed. "Did you do it?"
"Yes…" Kaiba lied, his eyes nailed to the photo Chiro had sent. Chiro had direct contact with Yami too! What the fuck!
Yamiii: I was assaulted by a crazy fan…the same one but…
Yamiii: it was better this time around (grin)
Yamiii: I like him. Whoever he is.
12Chiro: THAT'S NOT OK!
12Chiro: REPORT HIM OMFG! (crying face)
12Chiro: don't let…
"Bye Seto," Mokuba said happily. He had seen Seto's face brighten for a moment, and he knew he had done something right. He rushed out of the room and slammed the door.
Kaiba glanced up and stared at his empty bed, his ears ringing. Was there a way Chiro could have fabricated those texts? Possible…but, this further confirmed that Chiro was loosely linked to the dweeb squad. Who did Yami talk with the most?
Anzu, the friendship bitch and…Yugi. Was Chiro Yugi? No fucking way!
Shinnn: how do I know that's not a fake photo
Yami bit his tongue so hard, he felt his eyes water. Damn, Kaiba was being cynical as always. And here he had been worried that Kaiba had tried to hang himself with the damn belt.
"Yami…what are you doing?" Yugi asked wearily, sitting on the edge of Yami's bed, eyeing the new additions to the bedpost. A light blue tie and a gray cashmere scarf. They looked expensive.
Were they gifts…from Kaiba?
"Where did those come from?" Yugi pointed at the tie specifically and Yami clicked his phone off, sighing.
"Kaiba," Yami said slowly, wondering how much of the truth he ought to tell Yugi. If Yugi knew he was willingly letting Kaiba assault him….
"Kaiba?!" Yugi asked incredulously, feeling his concern rising as Yami nodded solemnly, looking depressed. "Why would he give you that? Weird!"
"Well, he didn't really give it to me…" Yami began, and Yugi cut across him, sounding stern. "Well you can't just steal his stuff, Yami! He'll know his stuff is going missing! How are you even doing that?!"
"He says he likes me back, Yugi," Yami insisted, feeling himself shake as he spoke. He couldn't even believe the words coming out of his mouth, and Yugi seemed to feel the same way.
"Yeah? I'll believe it when I see it. Kaiba-kun is so selfish, I don't think he's capable." Yugi snorted, eyeing the scarf again with half the mind to text Mokuba about it just to confirm. He didn't want Kaiba breaking down their door at 5AM demanding Yami return his tie. It looked like the one he wore quite often!
"He does…!" Yami said desperately, clutching his phone to his chest, trying to calm his aching heart. "He said—"
"He can say whatever he wants over a message," Yugi answered seriously, giving Yami a worried pat on the shoulder. "Maybe you should take a break from all that…drawing that you do. It's getting to your head."
The digital clock on Yami's nightstand read 3:01AM and Yugi frowned, thinking of all the nights he had spent lying awake beside Yami, who had pretended to be asleep, but would wake up with his eyes puffy and swollen. He knew that this was something Yami would silently cry himself to sleep over, without trying to worry him, but that action was worrying in itself.
Yami paled, seeing Yugi sweep his gaze over the tie and the scarf again and he couldn't help but feel a crushing despair. Kaiba had willingly followed him into that alleyway! Kaiba said he wanted to…!
Yugi sighed, and sensed Yami's distress. He tried to sound as reassuring as possible. "You can start by spending more time with him. Yami?"
"He likes me," Yami repeated, trying to convince himself. Shin had said so.
Kaiba was Shin. It was real.
It was real! Shin wasn't a stranger.
Shin was Kaiba!
Yugi decided to remain silent and he sat down on his bed, pulling the covers over his head, his resentment towards Kaiba rising.
Yami felt his phone buzzing in his lap, and he ignored it, wondering why he still felt so unfulfilled. Kaiba had basically confessed! He had what he wanted!
Or was he really crazy, having had this wishful mindset for so long, he had somehow managed to convince himself that Shin was Kaiba. But the scarf and tie was solid proof! The tie even had his initials!
Kaiba stared at his phone, waiting for a response. It had been fifteen minutes. Nothing.
Hissing in annoyance, he tossed his phone aside and threw himself down on his bed once more, hating himself. Why was he acting so stupid and pitiful?
He was Seto fucking Kaiba.
If he persisted long enough, Yami would come around.
He sat up suddenly, feeling a strange surge of motivation.
He snatched up his phone and sent Yami a few more texts before clicking his phone off and turning over, shivering from the cold. Damn.
What would he give right now, to have Yami in his bed?
A lot.
A little short of everything.
Everything.
Author's note:
Thank you YLJE as always for your sharp eyes and precise editing.
This chapter is dedicated to helene_of_flowers! ILUUUuuUUu! Thank you for your extremely long and wonderful reviews you send to me while you're reading! its quite an experience and it feels so rewarding!
I hope everyone had a wonderful time reading this story up until now! Please leave a review!
Things are heating up I guess :D Stay tuned for more next wednesday!
I don't know why, but I always feel like I have to write a scene where someone "comes out" to people close to them! I personally love reading coming out stories, and it is pride month after all! Happy (almost end of) pride month everyone!
much love,
UGLI