Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of these wonderful characters in any way shape or form – but I wish I did. 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 violence, sexual situations and other such stuff.

A/U – Some things are out of character – but that happens with A/U settings

While the characters aren't mine, this world is. Please don't take a trip through Sentra, District Nine or Sanctuary without asking first, but I'm willing to share if asked nicely.

Short again, but I'm working these edits in as I get a chance. Glad everyone likes Seto Love's current predicament. Hmm, will he survive Yami's little game???

Thanks to everyone that's been reading.

Enjoy,

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 4: The Games Yami Plays

by Kyrenea

I'm insane. Kaiba was seeing double. Before him stood Yami, promises of a long night and endless pleasure dancing behind his eyes. A delicious site to behold on any day. But if he looked closer, he saw the King of Games. People that challenged this Yami never came away a winner.

Hell, Kaiba'd seen him turn high-dollar, sophisticated security systems into a child's learning station. Yami was just that good. He always got what he wanted, and right now he wanted Kaiba in his birthday suite.

"Something wrong, Seto Love?" Yami, leaned against the dresser, running a thin belt of black silk through his fingers.

Kaiba stood slowly, willing unsteady legs to work, questioning this reckless reaction to Yami.

You know what will happen. No, he didn't. It was bad enough Yami was playing around with his mind, but did his own thoughts have to keep interrupting? Sure Yami was the King of Games, a black widow sent by the CORE to eliminate those ever so elusive targets. And so what if this was the widow's den. This was his Yami, not Nan's. Or, at least he hoped it was his Yami.

He rolled his shoulders, letting the blue duster slide off his arms to pool at his feet. Leaning down, he picked up the soft leather and kneaded it lovingly, a birthday gift from Yami. Folding the fabric to avoid creases, he placed the coat on the couch.

"Keep going. I know there's more to this show than that." Yami walked to a low backed wing chair and sat on the edge, leaning backwards with hooded eyes. He crossed his knees and dangled the stripe of silk from graceful fingers resting on his knees.

Kaiba, looked down, refusing to blush. He wouldn't blush. This was all a game. A game Yami had mastered and he'd learned to play years ago. He looked back up to see Yami sliding a long, slender finger past his lips. He smiled, wickedness dancing in the violet pools of his eyes.

Oh man, I'm in for it now. Trembling fingers danced down the front of his shirt, exposing his pale flesh inch by agonizing inch. Releasing the buttons, he pulled the shirttails from his pants and let the fabric slide across his back to land in a heap at his feet. Stepping forward slightly, he toed the cuff release on his boots, thankful once again Yami had seen to the purchase. He doubted the shorter man would have waited the extra time laced combat boots required.

Kicking the boots to the floor, he peeled off his stockings. Funny, he didn't care that his mother would have had a fit to see him abusing the item of clothing in such a fashion. Yami had seen to it that he got over the silly concept of approval from his parents. Now he lived for himself. Enjoying life each day and waking up most mornings with the fiery terror snuggled against his chest.

Kaiba's hands slid down his chest, his sure fingers settling on the fly of his pants. Sliding it down notch by painful notch, he gave Yami enough to see he had nothing under the tight blue leather. Yes, this was a game he could play. He'd learned the fine art of strip tease just to see Yami's appreciation sparkling in those violet pools.

I can't believe I'm doing this. What is wrong with me? Striping for Yami in the privacy of his own bedroom was one thing. But here? They were atop District Nine for crying out loud. Anyone could come crashing through that door at any moment. He knew the regulations. Mai refused to allow any of the doors to be locked – less chance they'd get smashed in during the occasional raid or brawl.

Kaiba hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the pants and proceeded to peel them off his legs, slowly. Performing the trick without falling over had required hours of practice before a mirror. But the look in Yami's eyes was worth every second. Yep, no doubt about it, his Yami was in there somewhere. He just had to make sure and keep it that way.

The cool air in the room kissed at his skin, his nipples tightened. Sensation danced over his body, caressing him, promising him ecstasy if was a good boy. He closed his eyes, willing his muscles to relax. He heard a creak and looked toward the wing chair.

Yami stalked toward Kaiba, grasping the silken belt, wrapping it about his hands and caressing the fabric. Such a simple item, a silk belt. Would Yami tie him up, blind fold him or strangle him with it? Time to bolt if he wished.

He watched Yami's steady approach. Yeah right. Like he could get past that bundle of death incarnate. Not that he would mind a wrestling match at the moment, the feel of Yami's leather clad legs against his bare skin would be enough to drive him wild.

Relax, Love. The distant singsong voice returned on a stirring of vanilla and cinnamon. It was leading him forward and urging him toward Yami. Promising him soft touches and velvet kisses.

"Turn around and kneel."

He turned toward the couch and bent forward, spreading his knees apart for balance. He trembled with anticipation. It was the same position Father had used to thrash his back as a child. Gozaburo Kaiba had never left a mark on his youngest son's perfect skin. He'd seen to it that the pain was there without the evidence. A fine skill and a horde of doctor's had been his secret. But Father had never made him hard with desire, never made him long for the kiss of leather.

The black silk rested across his eyes. Yami's fingers slid along the edges, making sure they weren't curled over before pulling the fabric snug and knotting it at the back of Kaiba's head.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning into Kaiba's back and biting at his ear lobe. Yami ran his fingers through Kaiba's hair, grabbing a handful at the nape of his neck and pulling his head aside. Yami purred as he kissed the base of Kaiba's neck, working his way across the taller man's skin until he reached his chin. Pulling Kaiba's head backwards, he captured his mouth, demanding access to the moist cavern.

Heat pooled between Kaiba's legs. His head was swimming in sensations, and it wasn't all from Yami's bare chest against his back. He knew the secret to Yami's game, but recognizing the mental suggestions didn't mean he could completely ignore the effect they had on his body.

"Beautiful and mine," Yami purred against his mouth. "How does that make you feel, Seto Love?"

"Pretty damn special, or suicidal," he smarted off. He felt Yami's smirk against his lips. The shorter man pressed into his body as he moved to stand in front of Kaiba, one hand sliding across his chin as the thumb caressed his lips. Yami pulled away, quickly followed by a stinging open palmed slap.

"Such the tease," Yami pouted, his voice deep with desire.

"Learned from the best," Kaiba drawled, licking his lips, tasting a faint trace of blood. Damn, Yami made him crazy.