Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of these wonderful characters in any way shape or form. I'm simply taking the time to mess around with their heads and other such fun.
WARNING:
This story is yaoi – Yami/Seto paring. If you don't like that sort of stuff, don't read any further.
Rated R for future violence and sexual tensions.
A/U – Some things are out of character – but that happens with A/U settings.
While the characters aren't mine, this world is, so please don't play around in my setting without asking first. I'm willing to share if asked nicely J
Thanks to everyone that liked the first installment. Let's see if we can keep it up and running.
Read and enjoy,
~Kay
New Games
Chapter 2: The Claiming of Kaiba
Kyrenea
What are you thinking? Kaiba's brain shouted in defiance as he watched Yami's retreating form. The assassin made his way toward the large staircase at the back of Sanctuary's main floor, drifting through the crowd like a leaf floating on water. Several dancers dared to reach out and touch Yami as he danced past. Some received a caress in return; not realizing death was marking them as he wove a path to his den.
Kaiba scanned the dance floor. Only the lost, wounded and unwanted came to District Nine. Sanctuary provided the one place on the planet where everyone was safe from the CORE, regardless of the price on his or her head. But the respectable stayed clear of the District, preferring to partake of their pleasures behind estate walls.
Kaiba had known that way of life. He'd lived it, and basked in tainted light of his father's approval. He'd been his father's favorite, after Mokuba had left the family to seek his own glory and fame. Caught up in the lies his father had spun. Believing others where his pawns and toys. The first sixteen years of his life had been spent with little regard to those around him.
I'm no better than Yami's target. I belong under his blade, just like the rest of them.
Don't be silly, Seto. The scent of vanilla drifted on the air, teasing his nostrils and making him dizzy. Kaiba looked back toward the stair and saw Yami beside Mai, District Nine's Governor. To anyone on the dance floor, it looked like the two were discussing the night's business. Kaiba knew better. Mai was the only person other than Kaiba that was privileged with the name of Yami's real employer. Strange that their best informant owned the worst club in town.
Kaiba watched the two as they talked, smiling as Yami glared down a would be suitor. He knew that look well. It had seen that every relationship Kaiba attempted in the last eight years ended within a week of the first date. To this day, every person Kaiba had ever been with paled at the site of Yami and ran the other direction.
That's because you're mine.
His. Yes, Kaiba belonged to Yami, in every way possible. He'd been warned to avoid the Benavian. The task had proved impossible from the moment he first laid eyes on Yami.
Kaiba Foundation's heir had gotten the attention of every person from the front gate to the deepest janitorial closet his first day at the Academy. If they hadn't been talking about him they were talking about the Counstal's bastard grandson. The gossip had sent him running. Running straight into the graceful and gloriously naked Yami.
Their first meeting had ended with Kaiba pinned to the bed, Yami atop him demanding why he'd dared invade his room. But it was Kaiba's room, or so he'd thought. The lanky teen had left his wrists bruised and his lips swollen. How else would Yami seal a bargain than with a kiss?
The next three years had seen Kaiba's social life go down in the glare of Yami's violet eyes. Everyone soon learned to stay out of Yami's way and clear of Kaiba's bed. Not that he had been lonely, then or since.
Yami had the worst habit of showing up at Kaiba's door and reclaiming what was his at the most inconvenient times. Shortly after graduating the Academy and moving into his apartment, he'd come home to find Yami sprawled across his bed, an assortment of street clothes tucked amongst his own in the closet. His companion for the night had quickly left, never to be heard from again. Kaiba had done the only logical thing; he'd stripped down to bare skin and crawled under the covers, wrapping his legs about the shorter man.
He'd given up dating after that. Deep down he knew each date would end with finding the gorgeous, violet-eyed demon in his bed. They called Yami the King of Games for a reason – he was always one step ahead of his opponents.
Life had settled into a routine. Kaiba worked a boring desk job, shifting through files searching for the whereabouts of wanted criminals and verifying leads while Yami kept a room at Sanctuary. The body count for Sanctuary had a large number of known CORE bounties, but the fact was never noticed.
He never came home to a cooked meal, but some nights Yami was waiting for him in the shower. Showers had been an interesting experience the last eight years. Never in Kaiba's life had he considered the possibilities. Lucky for him, Yami had been older and wiser. He just wished water wasn't rationed in the District. He'd like nothing more at the moment than to run his hands across Yami's bare skin with a cascade of warm water trailing across their bodies.
Kaiba stood, his body demanding a release that only Yami could provide. He traced Yami's path past the second floor with the party suites. Past the third landing he went, leaving the rented playrooms for others. He stopped at the summit to the fourth floor. Looking down he saw the swirl of colors flowing about the dance floor and bar. Sanctuary catered to them all, from broken drunks to group orgies, moderate priced whores and high dollar flings that often ended with a dead body in the alley.
I don't do high priced whores. The thought echoed through his mind. He'd never visited Yami's room at Sanctuary. Somehow the thought sickened him, knowing that at least once a week Yami lured a target up the stairs, drugged them and put them out of the CORE's misery. The bodies were always found – the CORE wanted to make sure the criminal ring knew one of their pay role was at work in the District. It was up to Kaiba and Mai to keep Yami safe from the hunters.
So Kaiba never came to Sanctuary after that first visit. He'd followed Yami, desperate to discover why his lover often came home with bleeding wounds and deep bruises.
"I had a fighter." was all he'd ever explain. CORE assassins worked from a distance, so how could Yami get into a physical scuffle? He soon learned Yami was the last resort for those that stayed under cover. Few bounties knew the secrets that slept behind the shimmering violet pools of Yami's eyes. They never lived to disclose them once they surfaced.
He'd met Mai Valentine that night. The woman had earned her title as Governor, not been given the privilege because of her drop deep looks and strands of flowing blonde waves. She'd left Kaiba out-cold in the hallway outside Yami's room, a stinging knot on the back of his head. When he woke up he was wrapped in purple and black silk sheets, spiced with vanilla.
"Trust me, Mai, he won't cause trouble. Seto is under my complete control." Yami had sounded confident of himself, standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but a set of tight fitting blue leather pants.
He'd carried Kaiba out the escape route from Mai's office, promising to make things other than his head spin for following him into Sanctuary. Kaiba spent the next day in bed, not from the headache but from sheer exhaustion – Yami always kept his promises.
He walked down the center hallway, pausing at the spot where Mai had knocked him senseless with a brass quilt rod on his last visit. When the hall split, he went left and paused. Was Yami right? Was he on a suicide mission? Had he spent all this time looking for his father's murderer only to face death himself? Would his search destroy him?
Run you fool. A distant voice warned him to turn around as another sang of pleasure. He walked forward; confident eight years would spare him torture and death.
The speech in the bar hadn't been a warning. It couldn't' have been. Surely Yami wouldn't take him out, not even with orders from the CORE's council?
I'd hide you away, Seto love.
Kaiba looked up. Room twenty-one. The door was open, the faint scent of vanilla drifting into the hallway. Kaiba stepped through, sealing the exit behind him.
