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.

Lime side of LEMON – you've been warned.

Rated R for violence, sexual content 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 anyone interested.

Glad everyone likes Yami and Seto's little game. Now, will they both survive???

Thanks to everyone that's been reading.

Enjoy,

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 6: Submission

by Kyrenea

Kaiba screamed, coming up off the bed as Yami dragged his fingers downward. Three left faint trails of pink, but one stained the sculpted perfection with a spreading hue of crimson.

Yami purred, the sound caressing Kaiba's senses. His fingers crossed over the first set of wounds, sending waves of tainted pleasure through Kaiba's body.

Kaiba twisted to his left. The motion stopped. Yami's right hand closed on his head. Four silver claws dangled across his face. If he moved, he'd gouge out his own eyes. He stopped struggling. The claws ceased their dance.

"Don't move." Yami slid off his legs, leaving the bed. Kaiba watched over his shoulder as he knelt on the floor. When he stood one of the knives was in his hand. The blade was sheathed, the handle studded with amethyst stones. He removed the claw from his right thumb. As he held the knife, he toyed with the blade lock, caressing the thin leather with his finger before a click signaled he'd released the lock. The knife bounced slightly in its sheath, the pressure holding the hilt flush now gone.

Yami knelt on the bed between Kaiba's parted thighs, pushing them apart as he came to rest between his knees. Her left hand massaged his ass as he leaned forward and laid the knife on the bed.

To late now, fool. Kaiba closed his eyes, willing his mind to cease its endless prater. He could handle Yami. Just because he submitted to Yami's bedroom pleasures didn't mean he'd lose in an all fight for his life.

The pain was subsiding, waves of pleasure rippling through Kaiba's body. He bucked against Yami, his groans turning to pants, as Yami worked magic against his flesh. Sensations rolled across his body, driving him higher toward and then past his breaking point. Pleasure mounting to the brink of explosion and holding, waiting.

From the corner of his eye, the knife slid free of the sheath. A voice urged him off the bed, fighting past ecstasy produced fog to register in his mind. He stayed, closing his eyes, ripples of pleasure continuing to wash over his body.

Yami shifted, one leg sliding across his thigh as he straddled his right leg.

He's moving in for the kill.

Muscles began to twitch. They fought to spring forward as a thin line danced down his spine. The cool metal traveled across his back, sculpting the plains of his flesh with a whisper touch. His mind registered a thud as Yami dropped something heavy over the side of the bed. He leaned against him, pressing his chest to his back.

"Want to know why I don't play with Terrans?" he breathed in Kaiba's ear, his lips caressing his right temple.

"Why?" Kaiba gulped.

"They don't heal as nicely as Senturans. Beautiful creatures, your species. Built to take pain and mask torture." He sat up on his knees, his hands braced on either side of Kaiba's head. "Roll over."

Kaiba folded his arms to his body and twisted to the right. Yami stayed over him, perched on all fours, his legs barely touching his thighs. Kaiba put his arms back out across the bed, baring his chest to Yami's silver claws.

Yami leaned down in a half push-up. He kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose before settling on his mouth. Kaiba arched toward him, returning the kiss, opening himself to his tongue. Yami nipped at his lower lip, breaking away then leaning in to kiss his chin, down to the hollow of his throat. His hands settled on his forearms, sliding down to cup his palms.

Yami took one nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the bud before biting lightly. Kaiba hissed, arching up off the bed. He trailed kisses between his pecs before taking the other nipple, giving it equal treatment.

"You're the only person in nine years I haven't seduced with the intention of killing," Yami breathed, settling atop his thighs, his crotch pressing into his shaft, the leather of his pants rubbing against the swollen flesh.

"The only person I've allowed to hold my release." He placed a silver claw between his nipples, dragging it slowly downward. The tip pressed into his flesh, piercing through the skin, stopping above his navel.

"The first one that hasn't blubbered like a baby." The claw swirled around his navel.

"Definitely worth the chase."

Yami smiled, his hands holding Kaiba's hips as he dipped toward his torso. His tongue moistened his lips. He placed a kiss to the head of his shaft. Rising up, he leaned toward his chest, his tongue blazing a trail across the line of pink flesh.

Yami's mouth captured Kaiba's, the faint taste of blood staining his lips.

"Fuck me, Kaiba."

Kaiba thrust his tongue past Yami's lips, arms wrapping around his body, palms pressing their groins together. He sucked on Yami's tongue, pulling it deeper into his mouth. Their bodies molded as he sat up, massaging Yami's back with one hand, using the other to lever himself as he tucked his legs beneath him.

Yami sat across Kaiba's thighs, his legs hugging his hips. Kaiba thrust his hips forward, bumping against the leather separating them.

"Get rid of the pants," he growled against Yami's mouth.

Yami chuckled, locking his arms around Kaiba's head, holding him close as he devoured his mouth. Kaiba shoved one hand down the front of his pants. He gasped, pulling away.

Kaiba's free hand grabbed his wrists behind his head as he shifted his weight forward. Yami allowed the motion to send him backwards, landing on the mattress with his head hanging over the end of the bed. He pulled his hands free from Kaiba's hold, grabbing at the waist of his pants, tearing them down his long legs.

Kaiba tossed the leather past the couch then settled between Yami's thighs.

"Now, before I change my mind," Yami hissed locking his legs around Kaiba's back, his hands grasping his shoulders, the claws biting at his flesh.

Yami hissed, tilting his head backwards, exposing his neck. Kaiba leaned over him, licking and sucking at the smooth skin along his throat before returning to claim Yami's mouth.

Kaiba moved against him, settling into a steady rhythm. Yami arched up off the bed as he cried out, his body shaking with ripples of pleasure, panting for breath as he raked the claws down Kaiba's back.

They found release together.

Kaiba collapsed atop Yami, pulling the smaller man to his chest.

He drifted to sleep, wrapped about his body, wondering why the beautiful assassin had turned the tables and played the game of submission.

A/N: Curious what's up with Yami? Read the next little chapter to finally see inside his head. It is short, but explains a lot.