Kaiba spent the next week slaving away in the lab for the damn plant.

It was growing nicely, but the more it grew, the more his relationship with Yami withered by the day, and the contrast was driving him insane.

The plant would have a positive, responsive vine that he could carefully wrap with a moisture retention strip, and Yami would either be hostile to him over text, refuse to respond completely, and neglect to answer his calls.

This morning, he'd taken the day off work to tend to the plant that was growing on track to mature on March 7th, and he'd also sent Yami a few suggestive photos while he was fresh out of the shower, knowing Yami usually loved seeing those. And…nothing.

The message wasn't even read.

Yami was officially icing him out or something.

That made him throw himself into his work even harder. Because fuck that shit. Yami would come around when he saw the results of this amazing plant that would fuck the forgiveness into him and then subsequently fuck his brains out.

It was fine. He was a man of willpower.

I'm a man of willpower, Yami chanted to himself as he stared at the five image notifications sitting in his chat box, waiting for him.
He knew what those were. Sent at 5:06 AM?
Those were sexy shower photos. His favorite.
And they might be extra sexy since Kaiba was trying to apologize in his own way.

He would not open them…

Because that would mean apology accepted, and then encourage Kaiba to play with him further, and the message he was trying to send was, "don't play with me."

How many other people was he sending those to?

He'd divulged every detail of his fight with Kaiba to Yugi and Anzu, who both listened sympathetically and agreed that if Kaiba was cheating, he would never know. So why bother?

A man like Seto Kaiba wouldn't allow himself to be caught that easily. And if he wasn't cheating, what did he have to hide? All his actions as a CEO were transparent the moment he published his latest tech anyway. Why was this one so especially secretive?

And I'd be vain to think he's making something especially for me, Yami bit the tip of his tongue and hastily wrote a short message into the chat without opening the images.

Yamiii: have a good day, Kaiba.

And to his surprise, the response was instantaneous.

Kai_blue_eye: it'll be a good day if you wanna come over and fck me

Knew it, Yami thought with a small smile, and he hovered his fingers over the keyboard before replying carefully.

Yamiii: finished being secretive?

Kaiba hissed and shoved his goggles up on his forehead, feeling them skid across his skin while he glared at his screen. No? The plant only had three and a half fully formed vines. For them to have a good time that mimicked their first experience in the plant museum, it needed at least eighteen.
It was a long, uphill climb.

White day was in two weeks.
He'd marked it solidly on his calendar, vowing to neglect real work to cultivate the plant.

Kai_blue_eye: truthful answer? No. but can you please trust ME on this and just come over?!

Yami narrowed his eyes at the words and tapped his fingers against the glass counter, feeling himself relenting. He really missed Kaiba's warm touches and their playful banter. He wanted to dismiss this fight as 'stupid' and move on from it, because Kaiba was actively trying to appease him. That alone was sweet.

He could secretly…sneak out to see Kaiba while everyone was out at the movies today.

Yamiii: okay. But Yugi & Anzu can't know. They're not the biggest fans of my actions right now

Kai_blue_eye: I don't care as long as I get to suck you.
Kai_blue_eye: Its been a full week and a half and 16 hours. I'm horny for you.

Yami's stomach twisted at Kaiba's words and dared himself to smile.

Yamiii: but I don't forgive you yet

Kai_blue_eye: I know.

Yami held his phone at a distance, slightly touched by Kaiba's blunt tone, but he'd promised himself to hold out for two weeks. The first week of self-control had barely passed.

Come on! Kaiba gripped his phone and glared at the messages, willing Yami to reply, but he'd stopped typing, leaving the chat as 'read' but no other responses. Fuck.

Fine. Whatever. He'd figure out the plant first, because at least that thing was responsive.

He tossed his phone down on the lab counter with a clatter and marched over to the plant sitting under heat lamps in the glass tank, talking to it angrily.

"It's my fault, but mostly yours," Kaiba scoffed, poking his pinky at the glass with his arms still tightly crossed in front of his chest. "How much more humidity does it need? Piece of shit."

The plant fell over onto it's side, with dirt spilling out of the pot, and Kaiba blinked in shock. What the fuck?!

I didn't even touch it! He raged, storming back to the lab table to grab gloves and more dirt to top off the pot. Fuck this thing, seriously.

He rushed back to the glass tank to stick his elbows in through the top, nearly scalding his elbows on the edge of the heat lamp, so he hissed withdrew, reaching around the table to switch it off, feeling something tugging on his sleeve, and he froze, his finger on the switch while he gaped in horror at the slimy appendage wrapped around his forearm.
Fuck.
No.

"Get off me," Kaiba growled with narrowed eyes, prying the vine off of his arm to turn the lamps off. He was sweating even though the heat was off, and he realized it was because the plant was still stuck on his arm, having burst out of the moisture wrappings, the bandages discarded by the base of the pot around the spilled dirt.

Perfect. More babying.

He sighed and talked to the plant with a fearful edge in his voice.

"Let go. I'm not the one you want to play with."

To his rising horror, the vine tightened in response, making his fingertips throb when it nearly cut off circulation, and Kaiba eyed the scissors sitting in a steel cup on the lab counter before he snapped out of it.
No.
He couldn't cut anything he spent weeks cultivating!

The plant could be reasoned with, maybe.
Maybe an apology, for calling it a piece of shit.

"I'm sorry. You're not shitty. I was frustrated and taking it out on you," Kaiba said calmly, listening to his heart thundering in his chest as the plant didn't release him, so he added desperately, "because Yami is ignoring me. Now let go. You can have your fun with him later because you're about to be the best present I'll ever give. Let. Go."

The plant's single vine withdrew obediently, and Kaiba let out a tense sigh.

FUCKKKKKKK…

He turned on his heel to dash away from the tank, thinking to grab a mesh lid for it when he tripped on something that caught him around the base of his ankles, sending him careening to the floor so fast, he barely had time to throw his arms out underneath his chin to catch his face as he landed with a painful oof! on the shiny, lab floors.

Twisting around to kick out furiously, Kaiba's eyes widened in terror as his legs were snapped together with the force of one vine curling around his calves, slowly dragging him back to the tank, making him feel like prey.

The plant was still on it's side having spilled out of the pot, and Kaiba realized with a jolt that it had grown several other vines in the roots.
He'd…missed them because he didn't change out the pot?!
It appeared to have outgrown the pot, because other vines were emerging from a bundle at the single, base root where the cutting had started. Oh fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck—

"I'll get a bigger container! Let go!" Kaiba shouted, now hoping someone would hear him and come rushing to his rescue, but he knew that wouldn't happen, because the lab was soundproof. His own caution was his own demise.

And the plant was dragging him further and further away from the scissors on the lab table, and Kaiba let out a strangled hiss, now struggling with all his might, not caring that he might damage a few appendages, but to his surprise, the vines shot out to restrain him further with tactical intelligence.
The more he struggled, the more it reached around the glass barrier to curl around his thighs, his waist, his arms and neck, sliding up into his mouth where Kaiba frantically turned his head left and right, knowing exactly what the fuck it was aiming for.

If I bite it again, I'll die, Kaiba growled, baring his teeth and letting out a muffled shout when he felt warm tendrils snaking up his pant legs. FUCKING—

He could activate the alarm system that was connected to the rest of the mansion and alert Isono. It would freak Mokuba out, but whatever.
Better than being a beta tester for Yami's rape plant.

"CODE—" opening his mouth had been a mistake.

The second he unclenched his teeth, the tip of the vine prodded against the front of his teeth and slid inside his mouth, and Kaiba bit down on instinct, yelling out a furious curse in his head as a bitterness flooded his mouth and coated his tongue along with the entire back of his throat, making him cough and heave.

The numbness settled in fast, and Kaiba's head spun violently while the lab lights above him multiplied into a blurred array of glowing strips. F-Fuck…

He coughed weakly again and spitefully kicked his heel out against something warm when he felt it brushing against him, and it only made him realize, he was no longer wearing shoes, or socks. Shit.

I know exactly what to expect. Good job, me. Good fucking job, Kaiba thought blurrily as he valiantly struggled against the two vines that had his wrists, but he could feel his strength leaving him the more his tongue swelled with the odd aphrodisiac. Something warm and sliding up the inside of his leg, smashing roughly into the base of his balls, the pain stung him back to reality for a split second before it melted into a heavenly, thick heat that snuck up his ass crack and then circled around to engulf the length of his dick.

The vine would tighten and loosen around his shaft, pulsing with excitement when it felt his heart racing, and Kaiba kept cursing at it while his body weakened happily and gave in to the rough crescendo of pleasure that came from something wet sliding up and down his crack, prodding against his hole before it slithered away to tease his front again. The two main, thick vines trailing down from the glass tank were the most sentient, keeping his legs spread apart while the thinner ones resembling what he thought were roots—but were actually smaller vines in development—had snaked up his forearms and glued them together so forcefully, his elbows touched.

Fuck this plant, seriously.

Shuddering with the beginnings of an orgasm, Kaiba could feel his face and ears burning with rage and humiliation while the plant continued to stroke him to completion, not giving him a chance to pause for breath, building him up with rough, up and down pumps, curling strategically over the head of his leaking dick before pressing the smaller tip of another vine into his dickhole, sending a violent spasm down his entire body, making his legs twitch followed by a curling, embarrassing heat that made his ears hum, and he came all over the open zipper of his pants, feeling his semen drip down his balls before it was quickly swiped up by a stray vine, and Kaiba tried to struggle one more time, which seemed to piss the plant off, because the ones around his ankles tightened so hard, his toes stung. Ow?!

It wasn't satisfied with his front. It wanted…

Something wet prodded the base of his balls, making him shiver and hate himself when he clenched and felt the vine creep higher up his asscrack and slide over his hole teasingly, with light, repeated rubs that drove him slightly mad. He craned his neck up to glare at the spilled pot, trying to talk through his numbed tongue, but his mind was hazy, and his body was vibrating with contained anger and lust.

If the plant was going to fuck him, it should do it already and let him go.

The wetness around his hole spread into a burning fire, and Kaiba let out a stifled hiss as he shifted his legs uncomfortably when he felt it stretching him slowly, and his ears hummed with a strange sound when it pulsed oddly around the rim and gave him an electrified jolt. Stunned at the feeling, Kaiba stayed still and let the plant gently ease in and out of his hole, making his breaths shallow and his chest tight while he explored the tightness building in his stomach he recognized as another, body-bending orgasm, but it was out of reach while the plant continued to play with his hole, expanding and contracting playfully and making him shudder hatefully at every hot wave that drenched his thighs.

Something was buzzing on the lab counter, and Kaiba blinked as he tried to clear the fogginess at the front of his mind, suddenly realizing… He was getting a call. Was it Yami?!

"Fucking please… Just get me the phone, I'll…do whatever you want," Kaiba breathed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath through the alternating waves of fire and electricity coursing down his body.

The plant had a mind.
It could understand, right?

To his amazement, the plant extended one thin tendril but stopped as it reached the edge of the lab table which looked like it was miles above Kaiba's head. What? Why had it stopped?

"Can't reach? Let me up, I'll come right back," he coaxed evilly, shivering when he gave his ass an experimental clench. "Come on." He lifted his bound hands up and watched the vines fall away from his elbows.
Nice.

He twisted around to blindly reach for the top of the table, but a long vine beat him there and dropped the still-buzzing phone onto his chest. Not wasting a second, Kaiba spotted Yami's caller ID on the screen and fumbled to tap it with numb fingertips, irritated when he saw the vines curling around his wrists again to restrain him. This thing…!

"Hey—" Kaiba froze and felt the plant move higher up inside him, making his gut wrench, and his voice caught.
S-SHIT.

"Are you ignoring my calls and my texts now? I said to send a car and you ignored me!" Yami exclaimed, and Kaiba celebrated internally before he realized that was an orgasm wrenching its way out of his chest while the plant withdrew from his hole and rammed back into him with spiteful force, making him let his breath out in a shuddering gasp. F-FUCKING SHIT FUCK—

Yami frowned and pressed the phone tighter to his ear, thinking he heard something odd.

"Kaiba?"

Silence, and then a light huff, an inhale, and Kaiba, sounding strained, "Y-Yep. I'll send a car… once I can get away-y…"

Yami narrowed his eyes. "Send one now."

Can't! Currently occupied…! Kaiba hissed in annoyance when the plant stayed wedged inside his hole, not thrusting, but using another appendance to openly play with his balls, making him kick out furiously to fight it off, but his movements were slow, so all he managed to do was shuffle his feet around and try to cross his legs while sliding ungracefully across the floors.

His semen had pooled around his hip, drying slightly and making an odd slapping noise when he struggled, and he winced when he thought the sound was caught in the receiver.

Of course, Yami heard it.

"What was that?"

"Nothing…!" Kaiba replied anxiously, now trying to hang up, but his arms were trapped at the sides of his head because the plant had contented itself with restraining him that way after giving him his phone.

Yami grit his teeth and felt his ears burn with fury. That didn't sound like nothing.

"Who is there with you?" Yami asked suspiciously, hearing shuffling and something that sounded like…rushing around to get dressed. "Send me a photo of what you're doing right now."

Kaiba blinked and faded in and out briefly when he felt the plant give him a mind-bending thrust, sliding up into his hole so much, he swore he felt his stomach curl with happiness, and he hung his head in defeat. Yeah, not happening.
The plant wanted to fuck him now.

"Kaiba! If you don't—"

Kaiba was gone. He couldn't hear the rest of what Yami was saying because the plant had pinned him down on his side while lavishing his dick, his nipples, his ears, behind his knees and the underside of his ass while it slid in and out of him at a slow, agonizing pace that made his heart clench and his breath catch, making him let out a strangled noise before his mouth was flooded with the strange bitterness again, and he briefly ascended, his body floating while fiery waves of pleasure raked down his body and made him twitch and spasm intermittently every time a particularly delicious pang of heat overtook him and made him cum thinly between his legs again. He hung his head in shame, barely aware of Yami's name glowing on his phone that lay discarded on the floor, one arm's reach away, but he couldn't reach it anymore.
Because it felt good….

The plant shoved him to the floor on his elbows, his forehead coming dangerously close to the floor while his legs were lifted and he was entered again with a furious force that made him let out a choked gasp, and he shut his eyes, letting the thickness rock his body while his dick leaked sinfully again, his nipples stinging with arousal, his ears ringing, his mind gone, only focusing on the rising wave curling up in his stomach that burst forth through his chest and throat while the vine fucked him relentlessly, even giving him a vicious swirl to churn him up before pulling out to come ramming back inside, not stretching him but extending with a pulsing thrum that made him see stars.
He came again and curled into the hot pleasure.
His life was over. This was all he needed….
He would never give this thing over to Yami.
If he did, Yami would discard him and run off with this damn plant.

Yami shook with disbelief when he heard Kaiba making odd, sexual sounds with the phone still on, clearly…. teasing him?!
Taunting him?!
Was this revenge?
If so, this was extremely petty and uncalled for!

"Is someone there with you or are you…masturbating? Watching something?" Yami asked desperately, hating how his heart ached with fury. "Kaiba, this isn't funny anymore! If you wanted to see other people, you could've just said so without doing this!"

No answer.
Only odd gasping sounds that Yami had never heard Kaiba make, leading him to believe it wasn't Kaiba.
Kaiba was fucking someone after tossing the phone aside and leaving it on to brag about how he could move on and have just as much fun.

Staying on the phone, Yami reserved a cab using an app and glared at the call screen, seeing his cab confirmation come up as a text message.

"Your cab will arrive in [4 minutes]"

Good.
Kaiba was getting a piece of his mind today.

He wasn't about to let Kaiba throw him aside like a 'fuck buddy'. He wanted to think their relationship went deeper than sex, but sex was where they currently were at.

Of course they could talk duel tactics afterwards, if they managed to finish sexing each other first. That was how he'd been explaining it to himself, telling himself that his friends were wrong about Kaiba, but now as he sat at the counter and waited for the cab to arrive, another tiny voice of doubt was nagging at him, making his eyes heat up with a strange fire.

No.
No tears.
He would not give Kaiba the satisfaction of seeing him hurt.

The cab pulled up to the curb, so Yami dashed out of the game shop, neglecting to lock the door. He'd be there and back in under 30 minutes.

Breaking up with Kaiba verbally and laying out what a horrible person the CEO was would only take ten minutes, because that was all the time Kaiba deserved from him after this blatant betrayal!

Because I don't have much to say anyway, but I need to say it to his stupid face, Yami growled as he tapped his phone on the cab's reader and paid with Duel Points.

Author's note:

(oh no! kaiba got tangled in the plant. Yami is big mad!)

thanks for yelling at me to update this, I'll have an ending chapter next week! :D

xo
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