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 pairing. If you don't like that sort of stuff, don't read any further.
Rated R for future violence and sexual tensions. This section gets a little rough for poor Seto Love – but he likes it that way.
A/U – Some things are out of character, but that happens with A/U settings
While the characters aren't mine, the world is. Please don't play around on Sentra without asking – I'm more than willing to share with anyone that asks.
Thanks to everyone that's been reading.
This one is short, but it was the best place to break it up for tonight. I'll get sections up as soon as I can. Don't fear, I have 14 pages of raw text to be edited and posted
Enjoy,
~Kay
New Games
Chapter 3: Branded for Life
by Kyrenea
Kaiba stood in the doorway of the widow's den. The room promised hours of pleasure for those that walked through the door, but Seto Kaiba knew better. This room never saw anything beyond swift justice for crimes left best unsaid. He had it on good authority he was the only person to ever rise up from those silken sheets alive.
Silk – in purple and black. The color's fit Yami. The fabric matched his passion. What he wouldn't give to have Yami's silken legs wrapped about his body. To feel Yami's breath kissing his flesh and his fingers dancing over his bare skin.
Yami appeared in the doorway to the bath. The form fitting leather pants accented his small waist and slightly flared hips. His shirt was open, molded to the lines of his curves. Pink nipples stood erect, begging for attention. Two small circular scars to the right and below his heart broke the sculpted perfection of his chest.
I had a fighter. Kaiba remembered that night. He'd woken to the sound a loud thud in the living area. Jumping from bed he'd run from the room to find Yami in a heap on the floor with Mai securing the door. Yami's slender fingers were clutched to his side, crimson staining his hands.
The target had been immune to the drug laced Thice. He'd played at being incapacitated until Yami had crawled atop his back, preparing to strike. If not for years of training, the twin bladed knife would have hit home, but Yami had dodged and still managed to take his target out in a very nasty manner.
Mai had brought him to Kaiba, not daring to leave him in a medical unit. She'd never have been able to explain the wounds, or why a report hadn't been filed with the local Commadon.
"See to his wounds, Love, I'll take care of the rest." Mai had slipped out the door as silently as she'd come.
He'd picked Yami up and carried him to the bedroom. Placing him gently on the bed, he wrapped the wounds and called up the Counstal's private physician. Yami's grandfather called the next day, assuring Kaiba the event had been cleared from the doctor's records.
Yami's medical records were of no concern to him. It only mattered that the terrorizing hell that ruled his life was still standing before him, smiling in a manner that told Kaiba he'd been a bad boy and was going to pay in blood if not tears.
Leaning against the doorframe, Yami crossed his arms.
"So what makes this time different?" he asked.
"You didn't ask."
"Ask and you shall receive doesn't work," Yami murmured. "Wish I'd known sooner." He walked from the doorway toward Kaiba. He inserted one knee between the taller mans legs, forcing him against the door. "I like a man that takes orders."
"So I've heard," Kaiba breathed, gulping for air as Yami pressed his knee against his crotch. Kaiba's hands rose, but Yami stopped them, pinning each wrist above his head.
"You touch when I say." Yami pressed his body into Kaiba's. He nipped at the brunette's chin before nuzzling his neck. "On the couch," he hissed.
Kaiba lowered his arms, making eye contact with Yami. Sliding around the smaller man, he walked backwards to the couch. His knees bumped into the furniture just as Yami crashed into his body, shoving him onto the seat cushions.
His thighs were forced apart as Yami settled between his legs, sliding his knees under Kaiba's legs. He pinned his wrists once again above his head, leaning forward, caressing his forehead with the tip of his nose.
"Tell me why you came," Yami purred, planting light kisses in Kaiba's cinnamon dusted hair.
"Suicidal tendencies," he whispered, heart hammering against his chest.
Yami's nipples pressed against the thin blue fabric separating them, driving him insane. Kaiba's mind screamed to toss him on the floor and devour him. The sane part of him noted the three very visible knives he wore. He knew he'd find another tucked into the waist of his pants. Past explorations had shown what he could hide and where.
Kaiba's fingers itched to reveal all Yami's secrets, to roam freely about his soft flesh and brand him as his own. But that would never happen. He was Yami's in all he had to give. Yami's to command, punish and deny.
"Desire to know more," Kaiba groaned, closing his eyes.
"I asked why you came, not why your body came." Yami's knee shift, pressing harder against him. He leaned back, releasing his wrists. Kaiba shifted on the couch, lowering one hand to caress Yami's thigh. Yami's open palm slapped his left cheek, stinging the skin and knocking his head sideways.
"I didn't say you could move," he hissed.
Kaiba groaned, his body reacting to the pain with intensified need and desire. His hunter's instincts protested, demanding the right to capture and claim Yami.
But the lost child in him whimpered in submission. Yami was his guardian, his protector.
"At least part of you understands," Yami reached down, stroking him through the material of his pants. His fingers tightened, then descended lower.
"Yami!" Kaiba growled, drawing in a long breath and moaning. Yami smiled, twisting his hand again, as much as the confining fabric would allow.
"Strip," he ordered, standing in one fluid motion. He turned and walked to the dresser aligned with the wall beside the door. Kaiba sat on the couch, massaging himself, watching Yami's actions as he stopped and opened the top drawer. His right hand disappeared inside as he looked back over his shoulder.
"Bad boy." Yami's head shook with disappointment, his lips curling into a dangerous grin. Kaiba had last seen that look before he put Marik in the hospital.
But his eyes were different. They sparkled, promising pleasure if only he'd submit to a little pain.
