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. Seto getting some rough treatment again. Don't worry, that pretty backside of his will still be intact come morning.
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 anyone interested.
Cliffhanger again. Short again, but I'm trying to keep everything in little scenes. Promise, I'm editing the raw outline as fast as I can. I really didn't expect such great reviews – so I'll try my best to keep it coming quickly.
Oh, if any reads these things, I listened to Hellsing: Raid while working on this chapter. I had D7 Peacemaker: Stage 1 in while working on the other 4.
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 5: Kaiba Gets a Clue
by Kyrenea
Crazy. Insane. In love.
Was there a difference? Did it matter?
Yami always insisted rules were for breaking. Well. Here he was, the great Seto Kaiba, breaking every rule he'd managed to place on his relationship with Yami.
Hell, he was breaking them all at once. Going down in a final blaze of glory. But what were the rules? Were they a protection for him or Yami? He'd told himself keeping this Yami and the Yami he loved separate was the only way to survive. The only way to ignore what Yami did at the CORE's request. Did it matter that he'd strayed into the widow's web?
He'd told Yami once the rules were a hold over from his father. Keep your associates out of your bedroom and stay clear of the District. High priced whores usually came with hidden charges.
But you're not paying. The laughing thought brought him back to the present.
"You're thinking to hard, Seto Love." Yami placed a light kiss to his lips. Strong fingers lifted his chin, the pressure enough to make him stand.
"Hmm, this is a first, indeed." Yami spun Kaiba around in a slow circle. "Seto Kaiba, head of the Kaiba Foundation, gracing District Nine with his glorious presence. Wonder what Daddy would think of you now?"
The spinning stopped, leaving him off balance and unsure of his position. Yami's soft footfalls moved away from him. The sound of rustling could be heard and again Yami was at his back. Pressing his leather-enchased groin against Kaiba's firm buttocks, his hands came to rest on his shoulders. He'd put on gloves, the material cool against his skin as his fingers danced across his shoulders then downward.
"Breaking all the rules. I like this game." Yami placed a kiss at Kaiba's spine, his fingers traveled to his hips and then down and around the front to caress the inside of sinewy thighs. He pressed his lips to his spine, blazing moist kisses along the ridge. Yami left a trail of nips and kisses as his hands explored Kaiba's thighs, stomach and chest. Coming so close to offering release, but holding it just beyond Kaiba's grasp.
Kaiba groaned, rocking himself backward against Yami's groin.
"Why, Seto Love? Why have you waited so long to come to me?"
"I don't do whores." Kaiba chocked on the words. Who was he kidding? He'd been Yami's for eight years. Every time he found release it was with Yami pressed to his back, gasping for air and panting his name.
He was the whore. Yami's whore. The mistress Yami kept hidden away at home while he dealt swift justice inside the steel walls of District Nine. Justice Kaiba made possible with hours of intelligence work.
Tracking down his father's murderer was one thing. Taking justice into his own hands was a privilege beyond his CORE ranking.
The Foundation will always protect this family. His father had spoken those words only hours before his lifeless body was found. Kaiba Foundation had come to an end. At sixteen, he'd been foolish enough to think he could run the organization.
Yami had shown him the truth and the reasons for his father's assassination. Now Kaiba Foundation served the CORE, providing the means to search out and destroy the evils Gozaburo had unleashed on Sentra. And the heir of Kaiba Foundation had taken the one thing Gozaburo despised the most into his bed and heart.
Benavians. The term stained anyone on Sentra with Terran blood in their veins. Kaiba Foundation had worked for generations to erase all evidence of the Threshold Wars from Sentra's population, regardless of the protections and rights given to the remaining Terran population.
But this Benavian. This one was different.
Yami's mother may have been a simple refugee from Earth, but his father had been the son of Counstal Muto and a war hero. The boy had been taken away to Thice Manner and hidden from the Foundation's attempts to destroy the only blood Muto had left. Nineteen years later he'd been deposited at the Academy. Six months after the death of Gozaburo and the fall of Kaiba Foundation to the shoulders of a sixteen year-old boy.
Yami. His Yami. The man he loved. The man he nursed back to health each time something went wrong with a target. Yami's days were spent trapped with the steel walls of District Nine, orbiting Sentra, away from the serene peace found planet side.
Sanctuary.
Mai Valentine had a strange sense of humor. The only person who found sanctuary within her domain was Yami Muto. There he lived like royalty, away from the sneering members of council. The Counstal's grandson was a tool the CORE had molded for their own bidding.
Or was he?
Counstal Muto wouldn't have sent his only blood heir to live out his life, waiting for death to find his address.
What was Yami Muto?
Your pleasure. Your pain. Your salvation.
Yami was in front of him, trailing his now bare fingers across Kaiba's lips, down his chin and along his arms to intertwine with his fingers.
"Do you trust me, Seto Love?" Yami rocked forward, planting a kiss to Kaiba's parted lips.
"Trust you. Fear you. Love you." Kaiba closed his eyes behind the blindfold. This was where he belonged, in the arms of an avenging angel. With Yami, the world came to an end and peace settled into his soul.
"Come with me." Yami pulled him forward, slowly guiding him across the floor. He felt Yami step to the side seconds before his knees brushed the silken bed cover.
"On the bed." Yami pulled his fingers slowly away, sliding them across Kaiba's burning flesh and slapped him opened palmed on the ass.
Kaiba crawled halfway up on his knees then settled with arms at his sides and head turned to the side. His throbbing erection pressed into the mattress, trapped by his own weight. Kaiba wiggled, but nothing helped.
"Behave, boy, and you may get your wish." Yami sat across the back of Kaiba's thighs, the leather at his crotch sliding over his bare skin. "Arms out."
Kaiba stretched his arms, his fingers reaching for the sides of the bed. Yami shifted his weight forward, leather sliding across his back as his thighs hugged Kaiba's legs. Something cool and thin dance down his spine, tickling the skin and thrilling his darkest desires.
The sensation sent a chill through his body. The first object was joined by a second. They traveled back up his spine, side by side, separating to circle his shoulder blades.
"Yami, what are you doing?" Kaiba shuddered in content pleasure as four lines danced across his back, over his ass and back up his sides.
"Seeing how ticklish you are." He lay across his back, his bare chest burning against Kaiba's flesh as his elbows rested on his shoulders.
Yami nuzzled at Kaiba's hair, pulling the knot in the silk free with is teeth. Leaning forward, he suckled at Kaiba's ear before whispering, "Open your eyes."
His right hand rested on the bed, a silver claw decorated each finger. He sat up, straddling Kaiba's lower back, the other hand dancing across his shoulders. "I learned something long ago," he whispered.
"Yes" Kaiba moaned, shivering from the thin lines of sensation.
"Pain can be very rewarding." Four claws pressed into the flesh between his shoulder blades with increasing pressure.
