Chapter Fifty-Five:

Seto finished typing his report and saved it, turning off his computer. It was eight, giving him an hour before Yami was to show up. It was time to get started on his final checks for his plan. He took a drink from the bottle of spring water he had sitting on his desk and got to it.

He was going to get Takanawa's kid that damn robo-dog, but it wasn't going to come to the house innocently. Though he was sure Takanawa would suspect some foul play and would probably take the dog apart--or have a lackey do it--before he gave it to his kid to make sure there weren't any weapons or explosives in it, Seto wasn't planning on something that obvious.

Instead, he'd purchased three trackers and their accompanying remote sensors. He was going to put them in the dog and find Takanwa that way. At least, he hoped he would. The problem was, trackers could be found out, just like anything else, so he hoped to throw Takanawa off with a trick.

He would put the first tracker out in almost plain view, so that Takanwa would find it and get rid of it. Then, hopefully, he'd think he'd outsmarted Seto and overlook the others. Even if Takanwa found two of them, it was unlikely he'd find all three.

First, Seto had to make sure the trackers worked and that they'd work with electronic interference. He took the face plate off of his computer and set the first tracker inside, turning the sensor on and then the computer on and putting the face-plate back into place. He picked up the first sensor and walked away a few paces, having it locate the sensor. It beeped obediently and its screen lit up with a map of Domino. A tiny yellow dot flashed on the screen and Seto zeroed in. The map grew to the east side of Domino, then to the block housing the Kaiba Corp. building. The sensor honed in on the building itself. That was as acute as it could get, considering he didn't have a government-issue locator, but it was good enough. Seto just needed to know where Takanawa lived.

It also seemed to have no problem with the electronic interference of the computer. Seto removed the first tracker and put it back in its case then took the second tracker and stuck it in the base of the lamp on the table next to the couch Mokuba used to sit on when watching TV. He turned on the lamp and used the sensor. It, too, passed the test and Seto removed it.

The third tracker Seto stuck into a digital camera. He'd purchased the camera only for this purpose; the dog was going to be a piece of electronic equipment with no cord, giving off a different sort of electromagnetic energy, and the camera was a close equivalent. Seto would have liked to simply put the sensors in an electronic animal, the most assured test, but the techonology wasn't for sale, hence the reason Takanawa wanted one stolen.

A knock came to his door and he called for Yami to come in. He did, holding his jacket over one arm and holding the Rod and Ring in the other hand. The Puzzle was around his neck.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching Seto zeroing in on the final tracker in the camera.

Seto explained while watching the yellow dot. It seemed to work just as well as the other two. But the a real test wouldn't be until the dog was sitting on his desk. And the final one when Takanawa had the dog in his house.

Seto sat down at his desk and removed the tracker from the camera. Yami walked up to the other side of it and stood watching him silently.

"Annie asked about you," he said abruptly.

Seto glanced up and glared at him. Yami looked amused.

"She really wants to paint you, you know."

"Tell her you'd be a better choice. You're already very experienced in posing for others."

Yami glared back before he smirked at him, tossing the jacket onto the floor and setting the Rod and Ring down on the corner of the desk.

"You can't tell me this doesn't do anything for you."

Yami raised his arms over his head, sliding his fingers into his hair. He began to rock his hips, undulating his body in a slow dance, his eyes taunting. He turned around to put his back to Seto, wiggling his hips again as he did before suddenly dropping his hands to clap his butt, looking over his shoulder at Seto with a heavily-lidded, seductive look.

Seto raised the camera. "Smile," he said, snapping a picture.

Yami gasped, dropping his hands and turning back around with wide eyes. "Kaiba!"

Seto grinned, glancing down at the display window. "Not bad. I should e-mail it to your boyfriend."

Yami came rushing around the desk. Seto got to his feet, holding camera above his head as Yami reached for it. He rested his other hand on Yami's shoulder, holding him back as he strained to reach the camera. Yami growled, trying push his hand away.

"Give me that!"

"Jump for it."

"Give that to me!"

Seto laughed, waving the camera teasingly over Yami's head. Yami abruptly hooked his foot behind Seto's and pulled while at the same time shoving Seto's chest with both hands. Knocked off balance, Seto fell into his chair, nearly dropping the camera. Yami jumped on him, trying to wrestle it out of his grip. Seto gave it to him, laughing as Yami straightened up on his feet and stared at the controls.

"Okay, you have it. Now figure out how to erase the picture."

Yami glared at him. Naturally he knew nothing about operating the camera, and not just because he was a reincarnated Pharaoh. He simply had never bothered to learn any sort of technology but the most common of tasks, Seto knew that immediately by the look on his face. Then Yami held the camera in one hand and started banging it on the desk like he was trying to crack a nut. Seto growled and grabbed him, pulling the camera away from him. He didn't care if it got busted but he didn't need dents in the wood top of his desk.

"Stop that, damn it."

"Delete it," Yami ordered.

"Why? I'm sure Sentoryou would like it."

Yami jumped on him again, trying to grab the camera. Seto laughed, holding the camera out of his reach. Yami snarled, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. Startled, Seto froze as Yami darted his tongue into his open mouth. Then Yami pulled back with a wicked smile, holding the camera in his hands. He got to his feet and Seto stared at him in shock. He'd just played a dirty trick.

"Thank you," he said cheekily.

Seto reached out and wrapped an arm around Yami's waist, yanking him back against him as he stood up in the same movement. Yami gasped and Seto heard the camera hit the carpet. Seto glared down at him for a second as Yami looked back up at him, his expression uncertain, but not afraid. Yami was never afraid of him.

Seto jerked his head down and claimed Yami's mouth, shoving his tongue inside, his other hand coming up to grasp Yami's chin and hold his head in place. He devoured him, dropping the one hand from the small of his back to his left leg and yanked him up, slamming him down on the desk top while still kissing him. A rattle and thud told him the Rod had been upset and fallen to the floor.

Yami groaned, his arms winding around Seto's neck as he struggled to take over the kiss. Seto broke it, shoving the Puzzle that had been digging into both of their ribcages out of his way, reaching down for Yami's belts and unbuckling them. He jerked open the button and zipper to his pants, then yanked him up, taking his mouth in another kiss. He kept one arm around Yami's waist, the other hand snagging the knocked-over water bottle as he began walking him backwards across the room until his back hit the rear of the couch.

Seto pulled his head back, lifted Yami into the air, and callously flipped him over the back of the couch. Yami hit the cushions and nearly toppled over the other side. He sat up on his hands, giving Seto a fierce glare, the effect of which was lost given his scruffed hair, half-untucked shirt, and open pants.

Seto calmly walked around the couch, setting the water bottle down on the coffee table before lunging forward, grabbing Yami's head between his hands and kissing him fiercely. Yami grabbed him back, growling. Seto opened his mouth, sliding his tongue against Yami's as he dropped his hands and unbuckled the neckbelt and threw it to the floor. He jerked his head down and pressed his lips to his neck.

Yami turned his head to the side, a rumble vibrating his throat. Seto worked his way downward, nibbling and sucking the skin, pushing his hands in under Yami's shirt. He ran his hands over Yami's stomach, feeling him shift under him, sucking a dark mark to the side of his throat. He shoved his shirt up to his neck and dipped down, sliding his tongue over one of his nipples. Yami arched a little with a moan, his hands running through Seto's hair and down over his shoulders.

Seto sat up and yanked Yami's shirt off, throwing it to the floor alongside the neckbelt, then going for his pants. He stripped Yami naked, though the little punk kept a firm hold of his Puzzle as if afraid Seto would throw it again--he would have--and break it like before, and then crushed his mouth against his, drawing his fingertips up his thighs before sliding his hands up along his torso. He kissed him until they were both gasping for air, before pulling back and sitting up on his haunches. He pulled his shirt up and off, then took off the rest of his clothes, leaving them both naked on the couch.

Yami sat up, reaching up to grab the back of Seto's head, drawing him down to kiss him. Seto parted his lips to his questing tongue, winding his arms around his waist and laying them down again. He let Yami explore his mouth for a minute before breaking it off and going down his neck once more. He bit at the juncture of his neck and shoulder and felt Yami's nails rake down his back. He sucked hard on the spot before going down further and licking at the previously overlooked nipple.

Yami groaned softly, and Seto saw him tilt his head down to watch him, fingers wandering over Seto's shoulders and back. Seto drew the nipple into his mouth and lightly sucked it, moving his hands down over Yami's stomach. He moved one down further and Yami arched up under him, gasping as Seto wrapped his fingers around him and stroked. He went up Yami's neck and to his left ear, nibbling the lobe while he tightened his fingers. He felt Yami trembling beneath him and lifted his head to look down at him.

He had his eyes tightly closed, his head tilted to the side from Seto kissing his ear, and his brow was furrowed. His cheeks were flushed and when he turned his face up and opened his eyes, they were dark and burning. His breathing was hitching from the movements of Seto's hand, his own hands curling into fists.

Seto held his gaze, still slowly pumping his arousal, watching and waiting for the final stroke. He leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart, but didn't kiss him, feeling his agitated breath fanning against his lips. At last the end came, causing Yami to arch and close his eyes, a barely audible moan escaping him. The hot seed poured against Seto's fingers and Yami relaxed back against the cushions, chest heaving as he caught his breath, eyes still closed. His cheeks remained flushed and Seto sat up on his haunches again, moving his slicked fingers down further between Yami's legs.

Yami groaned softly when Seto pushed the first finger into him, twitching away a little. Seto held him down with his free hand, knowing his body was still hypersensitive from his orgasm. He watched in amusement as Yami's expression scrunched up until he was biting his lip, his cheeks now as red as his eyes. Seto slid the second finger inside and scissored them before deliberately searching out his prostate, finding himself having to hold Yami down more strongly as the smaller bucked wildly.

"Kaiba!"

Yami's hands were clutching at his shoulders now, fingers digging in painfully while he writhed on the couch. Seto teased him unmercifully, ignoring his wordless begging, pushing the third finger inside and tormenting him. Yami's eyes snapped open and he looked half-mad, his mouth open as he gasped for breath. His nails were an ounce of pressure away from drawing blood, short as they were, and Seto decided he was testing Fate playing with him for much longer. The Puzzle was still around his neck, if hanging off the edge of the couch, and Yami looked like he was going to lose control, intentionally or not.

Seto removed his fingers, claiming Yami's mouth again before lifting his lower half and sliding into him. He swallowed his desperate moan, but held still and gave him a moment to relax. When Yami's fingernails weren't quite as close to leaving permanent impressions, Seto began to thrust, slowly at first. Yami had regained control of himself as quick as ever and was currently battling him for supremacy of the kiss. Seto gave in for the time being and had his mouth mapped out thoroughly before Yami broke away and put his head back down on the cushions, groaning as Seto sped up.

Bracing himself on one arm, his other still holding Yami up, Seto stared at his flushed face for a moment. He leaned down and traced his lips from one cheek, amazed at the heat beneath the skin, to his ear, which he nipped at. He hissed softly as Yami's nails scraped down his back again, realizing that he was certainly going to bruise where Yami was holding onto him so tightly.

Yami's head suddenly turned and Seto found his own earlobe being attended to. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the added sensations, putting more force into his thrusts and hearing the noise Yami made directly in his ear. He could feel Yami's renewed erection rubbing against his stomach but he ignored it, feeling the familiar burn in his abdomen.

Yami's mouth wandered down his neck, the feathery sensations in sharp contrast to the rest. Seto shuddered, his forehead now resting against the leather armrest, his breath coming in harsh pants. He felt one of Yami's hands leave his back and felt the vibration of his groan against his throat. His legs were starting to shake and he slammed into Yami forcefully, his own moans muffled against the couch.

"Ahh...Ah, Kaiba!"

That was the only warning he got before Yami came, the fingers of the hand still at his back digging in in five pressure points, his muscles bearing down on him. Seto gritted his teeth and thrust against that increased tightness, coming himself a second later. He groaned, opening his eyes, and slowly stopped, trembling so badly he could barely keep himself up. He withdrew, then didn't bother supporting himself, laying down on Yami as they both struggled for air.

Seto caught his breath and relaxed entirely, listening to Yami's rapid heartbeat beneath his ear, feeling the damp heat of him slowly cooling down. He closed his eyes and waited for his own pulse to return to normal, absently feeling Yami's hand slide lightly down his back, afterglow buzzing his nerves.

After a long moment or two of rest he levered himself up, checking to make sure Yami was still awake. He was, looking up at him quietly. Seto leaned down and softly kissed him before sitting up properly. He fished a seldom-used handkerchief out of his coat and the bottle of water and cleaned them both up before getting to his feet and redressing.

Yami followed suit, though he was still looking at him the entire time. Seto turned his head and caught his gaze.

"Ready to begin?" Yami inquired lightly.

Seto smirked to himself. They'd had their tryst. Now it was back to business.

tbc…