Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. Nope, not mine, but I sure wish it was.

WARNING:

Yaoi – Yami/Seto pairing so don't read any further if you don't like that sort of stuff.

Rated R – Some references to sexual activity. Tame in my opinion, so again, I'd read my mother this chapter.

A/U setting – some things are different, but that happens. Sentra, surrounding space stations and sister planets are mine. I'll share with anyone who asks.

Sorry, this chapter is all in Seto's head (again, I know, I've got to work on this data dump problem) I managed to make 10 pages in one day. YEAH!!! It's taking longer to get to the date than I planned, but all this wonderful imagery with clothing and jewelry was plaguing me…so I stopped fighting and just let the boys have their fun. And yes, if I can get it to work out, they will have a dinner date the next chapter and then go back to open Kaiba's gifts…if not, we skip right to the gifts. Yami is so wicked…

Again with a cliffhanger, but I seem to get more done if I write in these small scenes than trying to plot an actual chapter.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews.

Enjoy,

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 13: Never Trust a Smiling Yami

by Kyrenea

Kaiba picked through the assortment of flowers and retrieved the new pieces of jewelry. There was now a matching partner for the bracelet and ankle chain, as well as a multi-chained belt. The second bracelet was the type that coiled around the wrist several times before clasping tight enough to not slip over the hand. He carried them into the closet and pulled out the drawer with the other pieces.

After arranging everything to avoid kinking the metal chains, he stripped out of his clothing and dropped everything into the hamper in the front corner of the closet. He took a quick shower, leaving his hair to air dry as he got redressed.

The leather pants hugged his body, leaving nothing to the imagination, showing every cord of muscle.

Surprisingly, they weren't uncomfortable.

If Yami knew anything, it was clothes. Not only how to wear them as a second skin, but how to make other people wear them. He'd always been proud of his hard earned physical shape. Not for the looks, it was more for the fact that being in shape allowed him to keep up with Yami.

Well, that and the satisfaction of seeing Yami covered in sweat after a hard workout, any kind of workout.

He turned around a few times, checking his reflection in the mirror. What he had originally mistaken for pure white material was actually a pearlescent sheen. As the lights hit the fabric, it took on the shades of palest blue and lavender. He spun about, admiring the liquid appearance of the fabric against his legs.

Gods knew he appreciated the view when Yami ran around in over tight leather pants. It was better than watching him prance around naked. But he'd never thought to encase his own body in a tight layer of leather, silk and chains.

He'd have to keep the knowledge of his newfound delight to himself. If Yami got the inkling to switch out all his pants, he would get mobbed on the way to and from work. None of the Kaiba Foundation employees who preferred men would get a second of work accomplished.

This he knew for a fact. Every time Yami showed up in what could only be painted on leather, he lost all ability to think. Every red blood cell in his body rushed south and his mind went to mush.

Yami was dangerous, and the devil knew it.

Kaiba reached up to the rack and pulled off the top that had been paired with the pants. The thin silk was nothing more than a pure white chemise. It was just long enough to tuck into the waste band of his pants. A silver, metal link belt came next, followed by the jeweled chains that wrapped about his waist and fell about his hips.

He found a set of white boots and put them on, discovering that the pointed cuffs of the pants had a thin line of silver decorating their edge.

Next he fastened the ankle chains in place, clasping them in the front and securing them to the books, allowing them to snake from behind the fabric to hang just above the low heel of the boots.

Yami had managed to get the length of both the pant legs and the chains just perfect. It was amazing how much a person could learn from repeatedly undressing someone else.

He put on the bracelets and chocker before heading back to the bathroom. His hair was simple enough, the entire point of keeping up an actual haircut and not just going for a trim when time allowed.

Starting to feel adventurous, he dug through the drawer Yami had claimed. He soon found a tube of clear lip gloss and a small pot of glitter. He painted his lips and dusted them with the glitter. Admiring his work, he pulled the pot of glitter back out and put a thin coat across his eyelids.

He grabbed his eveningwear blue duster from the closet as he headed out of the bedroom. Not knowing Yami's plans, he decided to take the Corvette, just in case the evening required they take a trip someplace the underground transport couldn't take them.

He arrived at the designated restaurant exactly on time. He left the sports car with an attendant, not trusting it to sit in the public lot. Stopping at the host's station wasn't a requirement. Yami's grandfather owned the establishment, which guaranteed them an immediate table anytime they visited. He strolled past the young woman and headed toward the back of restaurant for the booth Yami preferred.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Yami was sitting in the booth, holding a slender wine glass to his lips. He'd dressed in complementing hues of black, blue and silver. As always, the pants and top looked like they'd been painted onto his body. The black hued, blue pants had a thin line of silver studs running down the outside seam. Several silver chains were about his waist and hips. The shirt was a sleeveless mock turtle, made of the purest black leather.

His upper arms had silver, studded leather bands around them. A matching band was being worn as a chocker. Several thin silver bracelets hugged his wrists. What appeared to be a black duster matching his own sat in the booth beside Yami.

Kaiba stood there, drinking in the site Yami presented. The man was beautiful, more beautiful than a simple artist could render. He doubted the most skilled master could do Yami Muto justice on canvas. Beyond the perfection of his body and the intricate detail given to the clothing, Yami shun with life from within. He exuded a vitality that was infectious to everyone around him.

Yami turned to look at the entrance. On seeing Kaiba, he smiled slowly.

Kaiba's heart stopped again, just as he returned Yami's smile with a sexy grin of his own.

Yes, the night and coming weekend would definitely be interesting.

While he might never trust a smiling Yami, he knew for sure he'd be exhausted when returning to work.

Exhausted and floating on an adrenaline high to last him the rest of his life.