Midnight

Disclaimer: See definition of 'disclaimer'

Pairing: Yami x Seto (Prideshipping?)

Warnings: Yaoi lemon Uke! Seto!

Dedicated to Kume-Angel of Re


Midnight and the full moon hung suspended over the Kaiba Manor, stars dotted the inky black sky like gems; the peaceful lull of the evening was broken only by footsteps.

A long white trench coat swirled around the legs of the man as he walked swiftly toward his destination. The figure was quite impressive, tall and slender, fair skin, chestnut brown hair, and eyes of an expressive sapphire blue; no one in Domino could mistake him for anyone other than Seto Kaiba.

His footsteps ceased as Seto arrived at a large mahogany door. He softly eased it open before slipping inside.

Candles burned softly, the subtle illumination preferable to the glaring florescent bulbs usually employed. They barely offered enough light to allow Seto to see the room's other occupant, lying serenely on a chaise lounge.

"You're late," remarked a sultry baritone as the other rose. Spiky hair could be made out against the moonlight that made its way through the curtains, though he could not see them, Seto knew that three colors would stand out boldly, blonde bangs and highlights, black hair, and crimson tips.

"Pegasus insisted that I talk to him. It was unavoidable," he explained, "It won't happen again, Yami."

Yami moved closer, still in the dark his stunning crimson eyes were barely visible among his chiseled features. He wrapped his arms around the taller's neck and peered up at him with a mock pout upon his sensual lips, "I would hope not. I get so lonely when you're not with me."

"I am with you almost all day at school," Seto pointed out.

"That's different," he argued, "then I can't do this." Yami pulled the other down for a slow, sensual kiss.

Seto was lost; Yami's kisses always did that to him. He was only dimly aware of the ex-pharaoh steering him toward a large canopy bed.

The backs of Seto's knees hit the mattress and he fell heavily backward with Yami on top. The smaller quickly took advantage of his position and began showering nips, licks, and kisses on his lover's neck and lips. Seto felt himself grow hard under Yami's torturous ministrations and began to wish he were wearing mush less clothing… As though hearing his thoughts Yami's skilled hands began to undress the blue-eyed teen beneath him.

Yami sat back to admire the view, gods above he was so beautiful. He was well muscled and there was not a blemish to mar his perfect skin. Thanking the gods again for the vision below him he swooped down to capture a nipple with his mouth. Continuing his sweet torture Yami was awarded with a long string of moans and growls from above until, apparently fed up, Seto hissed, "Just take me, please!"

The spirit chuckled, "Impatient are we?"

A low growl was the only answer. Yami chuckled again and finally removed his own clothing. He reached over Seto's body to grab a bottle filled with oil on a bedside table, giving Seto a wonderful view of his own lean body in the process. Yami placed himself between the CEO's legs before opening the bottle and coating his fingers with the spicy smelling substance, slowly one finger entered, its brothers soon joined, stretching Seto until the pharaoh felt he was ready for something bigger.

Liberally coating his erection with the oil, Yami positioned himself at Seto's entrance and pressed himself into the welcoming heat. He paused, wanting his beautiful lover to adjust but Seto would have none of it. He wrapped his legs around Yami's waist, forcing him deeper.

He took the hint and moved swiftly, slamming into the other's prostate with incredible accuracy making him cry out with unbridled pleasure.

All too soon the friction of their bodies and Yami's well-placed thrusts sent Seto careening over the edge as he cried out his lover's name.

Yami followed almost immediately after, his come filling the uke in a hot wave as he moaned 'Seto', collapsing one on top of the other as they basked in the afterglow of their activities…

An hour after midnight and the full moon hung suspended over the palace, stars dotted the inky black sky like gems; the peaceful lull of the evening was broken only by the pants of a former pharaoh and his lover.

-OWARI-