Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way shape or form. These characters aren't mine. I'm just taking the time to mess around with their heads and other such fun.

WARNING:

This story has yaoi overtones – Yami/Seto pairing, so don't go any further if you don't like that sort of thing.

Rated R for the sexual overtones, Yami's sadistic pleasures (he's not mean, just twisted), suggested violence and child abuse.

A/U setting – some things are out of character, but that happens when writing in an A/U setting. Sentra and surrounding culture are still mine.

Music you ask: Celine Dion Falling Into You. What can I say, I have an odd range

SUMMARY:

Longer than 3 pages!!! We break from our normal angst for a little humor, followed by some mild angst. Kaiba's away on an intelligence mission. Yami is alone, on down time, bored and looking for something to do. Bad Combination. Lots of Yami thinking, so it might seem disjointed, but I don't know many people who think linearly, and the concept is beyond me.

This might be the last update this weekend. Tomorrow is Sunday which means church and family. If I get time during the week, I'll get the next section started and hopefully up by Friday.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Hope everyone enjoys this offering.

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 8: Kaiba Takes a Trip

by Kyrenea

When it came to furniture, his Seto Love had some wonderful taste. So what was wrong with his closet?

Yami pulled another set of plain-woven slacks from the rack and tossed them out the open door of the small room Kaiba called a walk-in closet. That was it, the second his blue eyes got back from Antares he was going to be banned from shopping alone.

Then again, if Kaiba didn't do his own shopping, what would Yami do to kill time when Seto was away?

Yami plucked a few shirts from the rack and carried them out of the closet. Leaning over, he picked up the pile of slacks, shirts, ties and other items strewn across the bedroom floor. Dropping the offensive items on the large king-sized bed, he plopped down on the mattress and threw his arms over his head and sighed.

This was not how he had planned to spend his day.

"I'll only be gone a week, Yami," Kaiba had chuckled. "Surely you can find something to do while I'm gone."

"Oh, I can think of lots of things to do with a day of down time," Yami purred. "Unfortunately, they all involve you with no clothing." He'd reached toward Kaiba, pulling the taller man down to the bed. After some wrestling and tickling, they'd ended up with Kaiba pinned to the bed, Yami devouring his mouth.

He loved the way Kaiba fit between his thighs. It was almost like the intelligence officer had been built with the knowledge he'd spend most of his bedroom time with Yami in his lap or straddling his hips.

What he wouldn't give to straddle those gorgeous legs about now. He could just imagine the passion flooding Kaiba's eyes as he ran his hands down his body, stripping off clothing and tossing it to the bedroom floor. His body would be laid out on display, a show for Yami's eyes only.

Yami wet his lips, remembering the heated kiss. The taste of his mouth, the feel of Kaiba's bare skin under his sure fingers. He could drink from Seto's lips and never grow thirsty.

Kaiba tasted of fruit freshly plucked from the vine. Sweet, juicy and just perfect. Perfect for sinking your teeth into.

"It's only been two hours," Yami groaned, rolling over to bury his face in the pile of clothing. Cinnamon. Kaiba's clothes smelt vaguely of the cinnamon spiced wash the younger assassin used. Cinnamon, to match the brunette strands of Kaiba's hair.

Yami pressed his face into the pile again, imagining he was wrapped about Seto's body and not a heap of discarded clothing.

"Damn," Yami muttered, lifting his face from the assorted fabrics. "This stuff is worse than wearing a burlap sack."

No matter how hard he tried, clothing was the one area he'd never gotten Seto trained in. Sure, the underwear thing had been easy to fix. After a month straight of shredding the annoying briefs, Kaiba had stopped trying to replace them. No sense wasting his money, especially since he'd been on a trainee's allowance and without access to the Kaiba Foundation accounts.

All the better for Yami. He preferred that one less obstacle to getting Kaiba down to only his bare skin. His pale complexion was sculpted perfection. The muscles toned and taught. Why ruin such a perfect sight with extra fabric lines?

The lesson had remained, even after they'd left the Academy and the Kaiba Foundation accounts had been at Seto's disposal. Instead, he bought practical things like furniture with his funds while Yami splurged on toys and clothes. Their relationship was interesting, that was damn sure.

So long as Yami pretended to be a normal, freeloading, unemployed partner while downside, Kaiba did what he was told and gave Yami everything he wanted.

Well, almost everything. Considering what he'd really wanted three hours ago was Kaiba in the bed minus his clothes.

But noooo.

The shuttle for Antares was set to leave with the morning's first set of launches, with or without the intelligence instructor onboard. Damn those idiots on Antares. If they hadn't managed to totally screw their observation system, Kaiba would be under him squirming in pleasure this very moment.

Staring at the pile of clothing, Yami decided what to do with his day off. If he couldn't spend it in bed with Kaiba, he'd do the next best thing, spend Kaiba's money.

Sliding off the bed, Yami gathered up the pile of clothes once more and carried them into the laundry room. After some time, he finally managed to feed the entire pile into the recycler. He'd learned long ago the best way to cure Kaiba's bad shopping habits was to destroy the results. Blue eyes didn't spend money when he knew he'd never get to enjoy the purchase.

That task done, he went back to the bedroom and picked up his leather pants. Smoothing the fabric over his legs brought some relief from the twitch Kaiba's closet had caused.

Leather. Silk. Satin.

The choices for clothing and bed sheets were a multitude of sensations and pleasures. So why did Seto Love have to pick out the most boring fabrics possible?

Crawling around on the floor, Yami recovered both boots and his shirt. That damn Kaiba, the only reason he'd peeled Yami's clothes off in the first place was to ensure his escape. Not even the King of Games would go running through the hallways of a high-rise penthouse complex sans clothing.

It wasn't that he cared about public displays of nudity; he worked undercover in a brothel for crying out loud. He'd pranced around half dressed and undressed in front of every known species within a year of accepting the post at Sanctuary.

Nope, Seto was the modest one in the pair. And since it was Seto who had to live with the other tenants, he tried not to annoy anyone, intentionally.

And that went for the noise complaints. It wasn't his fault blue eyes was vocal.

Well, maybe it was. He did enjoy varied forms of pleasure inducing pain at times. That, and he got a certain rush out of hearing Seto yelp.

Hmmm. Yami made a mental note to bring home a set of restraints before Seto returned from Antares. He'd teach him a lesson for running off and leaving in the middle of unfinished business.

A trip through the living area produced the whereabouts of his belt, hip chains and chocker. Stopping before the hall mirror, he ran his fingers through his magenta and black streaked blonde hair. Yami made his way to the front entrance. Setting up the security protocol was a snap, even without Kaiba's access card.

Out the door he went, straight for Seto's sleek little sports car in the garage. So what if he didn't have a legal license. The last peace officer that had been stupid enough to argue with him had ended up shipped off to Raven's Moon within an hour of the encounter. The locals had learned to leave him be after that.

Being the grandson of Counstal Muto had its perks along with the annoyances.

Speeding out of the complex, Yami took to the country rode that ran from the Thice Manner District to Capital City. If he was going to spend Kaiba's funds, he was going to spend them well.

The trip was relatively short, considering the suggested travel speed.

"You're hell on wheels, Yami," Kaiba had shouted the first time he'd taken the silver little ride for a spin.

Yami didn't understand the problem. They were still in one piece, so what if Kaiba had spent the trip clinging to the dash panel for dear life. Maybe it was the fact that he'd had to keep insuring the peace officer Yami hadn't stolen the car and kidnapped him.

It was just the way Yami lived life, on the edge and dangerously. You either hung on for the ride or didn't come along.

Kaiba seemed to be hanging on rather fine, considering half the things Yami had put him through the last eight years.

But after the first sixteen year's of Seto's life, he deserved a little fun now and then.

That Kaiba boy was a survivor if nothing else.

It was beyond Yami how Seto had gotten out of diapers being Gozaburo's child. Not that Kaiba had ever complained about his father. To Seto, the man practically created the ground they all walked on.

Problem of fact on Yami's list of things to fix.

Still, Seto held onto a fierce respect for the man that had brought him into the world. An amazing thing, considering Yami knew full well about the beatings and torture he'd gone through in preparation to assume the family mantle.

Gozaburo Kaiba.

He'd been the first Kaiba on Yami's list to eliminate.

Seto would have followed shortly if his mother hadn't been so fast to hide him away. She only had one son left. Not a chance in hell she was going to let her only claim to the Kaiba Foundation slip through her fingers into the cold earth.

So Yami had waited patiently, still convinced the Kaiba Heir had played a part in the destruction of his life.

Plans. They never survived the first encounter with the enemy.

His plan to see Seto the victim of a terrible accident had crumbled on their first meeting. He'd found the other half of his soul, he just didn't know what to do about it or how to claim it.

Mokuba.

The pain was still there. He'd loved Mokuba, but not like this. He hadn't been willing to die for Mokuba. To kill for Mokuba.

Sure he was on a quest to take down the circle that had supported Gozaburo, but that had as much to do with his own death as it did Mokuba's. He'd died in that alley as sure as Mokuba had. His life had ended and he could never go back to the days when he sat around thinking of nothing more than how to keep his lover in bed all day.

Now he spent his days luring the CORE's top bounties to their doom, and Counstal Muto was denying the fact his only heir was bedding yet another Kaiba.

But this Kaiba. This one didn't have ulterior motives. Not unless you counted that infuriating desire to uphold family honor and take out his father's murderer.

Newsflash, Seto Love. Daddy's justice is wrapped around you like a second skin.

Time. He needed more time.

Seto was slowly starting to let go of his family honor. Getting him out of Kaiba Manner had been the first step. His mother had been easy enough to pay off after that. The woman only cared for her own comfort, not the comfort of the life she'd born.

Buying people off was another of Yami's skills.

Torture, extraction, blackmail and execution.

Not a bad resume, if you planned to spend the rest of your life on the CORE's pay roll.

This little assassin had other plans.

He would take the reigns of the Muto Family Federation one day, and when that happened, the CORE Council would be taking his orders. Heads on Sentra were going to spin, what with the Council Order returning to power, a Muto and Kaiba standing side by side.

Then and only then would he tell Seto the truth. The truth about the night Mokuba died and the truth about his father's murder.

Until then, he had shopping to do, or Kaiba would come home to an empty closet.