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. I haven't said it before, but they are getting a tad OOC in this chapter. Sentra, surrounding space stations and sister planets are mine. I'll share with anyone who asks.

YEAH!!! We made it through dinner. I hope this doesn't stray to far off the beaten path. 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. I have to more scenes for this arc planned, then to figure out what comes next. Any ideas?? Hmm, the boys seem to want more play than work.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I hope I can keep the chapters coming at least with one set of updates a week.

Enjoy,

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 14: And the Winner is Kaiba

by Kyrenea

Kaiba slipped his duster off as he approached the booth. Handing the garment to Yami, he scooted in beside the smaller man and leaned forward for a welcome kiss. Yami smiled against his lips, returning a soft kiss.

"I already ordered, hope you don't mind."

"No. What's the occasion?" Kaiba laid his arm across the back of the booth, his hand resting on Yami's shoulder, kneading the bare skin softly.

"Did you get the flowers," Yami asked, reaching to fill the second wine glass.

"Which ones?"

"What do you mean, which ones?" Yami handed Kaiba the glass and fitted his body beside the brunette's lean frame.

"Well, let's see," Kaiba drawled, pausing to take a sip of wine. "There was that lovely bouquet I found on the bed the other night. But then tonight I found the oddest thing strewn across the bed."

"I've always wanted to do that," Yami laughed, leaning up to kiss the side of Kaiba's exposed neck.

"Buy out a floral shop and deflower all the buds."

Yami chocked, setting the wine glass on the table and managing not to spew wine into the plant dividers between the booths.

"You okay?" Kaiba patted his back as he tried to get control of his breathing between laughing and chocking.

"Fine," Yami cleared his throat, pushing the glass away from the edge of the table. "And, no. I paid the staff to pull apart the roses."

"You paid someone to tear apart those defenseless flowers?"

"Of course." Yami turned and looked Kaiba right in the eyes. "You, Seto Love, are and forever will be the only bud I've deflowered."

It was Kaiba's turn to try and chock back a mouth full of wine with as much grace as he was capable of pulling off. He managed the task, with slightly less dignity than Yami had accomplished.

"Did you just hear yourself?" He sputtered.

"I said you were…"

"I heard you." Kaiba leaned forward and kissed Yami again. "You're wicked. Splendidly wicked."

"I know." Yami purred against Kaiba's lips, returning the kiss with slight aggression. "Behave, or we won't make it through dinner."

"Right, dinner." Kaiba shifted his weight, amazed that the tight leather pants didn't put nearly as much pressure between his legs as his regular wear was known to cause. As he reached for the wine glass, his free hand strayed from Yami's back to cup his ass. "What's for dessert?" He asked, gently squeezing the firm ass that was now sitting on his hand.

"Haven't thought that far ahead." Yami slid his own hand between Kaiba's thighs. "Got a preference?"

They both looked up at the sound of the waiter clearing his throat. "Excuse me, Lieutenant Kaiba, Mr. Muto, your order is ready." Kaiba pushed the wine glasses to the side as the platters were placed on the table in front of him and Yami.

Sampler platters, one Italian and the other Japanese. He'd developed an appreciation for old Earth cuisine in the time he'd been with Yami. The food was superb in taste, if not health. But then, they both took such great care of their bodies that eating this way occasionally wouldn't kill them.

Yami dismissed the waiter when he asked if they needed further assistance. Sitting up, he refilled the wine glasses and handed one to Kaiba.

"I'll behave if you do." Yami tapped the glasses together with a smile. "We have plenty of time to be naughty after dinner."

"Promises. Promises." Kaiba set the wine glass down and handed Yami a cloth napkin roll. "So, who gets what?"

"Doesn't matter, I requested a custom mix." He took a fork and speared a mushroom off the Japanese platter in front of Kaiba. They continued to eat off each other's plates in the same fashion.

"So, what's the special occasion?" Kaiba asked again.

"Nothing special. I just had this urge for calamari."

"Calamari, carbonara, sushi, teriyaki and what else?" Kaiba ran a finger across his lips, a far off expression coloring his face. "Oh yeah, expensive gifts. That's a rather big nothing." He looked at Yami, who was fishing through the plate for the ever-elusive last mushroom.

"Aeron got posted to the Academy." He smiled in triumph, locating his prey. "I almost had to go down there and pound on a few admission board members, but they were saved by an infuriating return of logic." The mushroom meet it match, being sealed away behind Yami's pouty lips as he balanced the now empty fork on the plate. "Well," he asked, turning to Kaiba and grinning.

"Well?" Kaiba dropped his own fork and kissed Yami full on the lips. "How did you pull that one off?"

He'd done it. He'd actually managed to get one of the Terrain orphans from Vlashmire Province into the Academy. The thought was unheard of. Until Yami himself had attended, not a trace of Terrain blood had gone past the gates.

But then, Yami was the grandson of the most influential and powerful Counstal in the Senturian Net. While there may have been grumbling and complaining, Counstal Muto's heir had to receive formal training if he would one day inherit control of the Muto Family Federation's council seat.

That first year at the Academy had been fantastic, watching Yami bring down his objectors and seeing the little group of admirers and followers slowly growing. Yami had made a dent in the social fabric of Sentra without realizing what he was doing. So far as the tri-color haired ball of terror was concerned he'd been making a reputation for himself. A reputation that said stay clear of what was his or pay the consequences.

By the time they'd received their first commissions, most of the staff, instructors and trainees had gotten past the belief that Terrain descendants were lesser residents of Sentra. But the admissions board had remained for the most part pure blood advocates.

Aeron being allowed to take the admission exams had been a move to appease Yami. None of the board members could have guessed that the kid actually knew what to expect. If they had, he wouldn't have been given a pity testing. They had to be turning white and going bald.

While it was public knowledge that the Vlashmire Province provided basic schooling for the orphans, not a soul outside the orphanage knew that Kaiba and Yami made frequent trips with a load of specialized equipment. They spent a week each quarter teaching the older kids about military equipment, flight simulators, space flight and interplanetary etiquette. Those kids willing to learn were getting the equivalent of an Academy first quarter cram session.

"How," Kaiba gasped. "How did you actually get him accepted? I knew he could pass the basic test, but I figured the board would rig it in such a way that he'd fail."

"That's the beauty," Yami laughed. "They didn't even think to rig the test. By the time they realized he'd passed, the scores had already gone public."

He bounced, that was the only word Kaiba could think of to describe Yami's bubbly behavior. Not that he was doing any better. A smile had lit up his face. He could feel the pleasure radiating from his eyes, daring anyone in the room to deny his sense of pride and accomplishment.

They'd done it. They'd gotten Aeron into the Academy without having to fake admission tests and beat the crap out of twenty old farts.

"So who'd you con into sponsoring him?" Kaiba found himself getting a tad bubbly. Maybe they'd both just had a little too much wine. That had to be the cause of this growing urge to jump up and down and squeal in delight.

"Didn't have to con anybody." Yami snickered. "Just as I was about to get myself locked away for sure, Grandfather came waltzing into the board room like he owned the place."

That explained the earlier comment. If Counstal Muto had made an unannounced appearance at the Academy, Yami would have gone on instant good behavior. Grandpa hearing about his temper and antics was one thing. But actually witnessing such acts. Nope, never happened.

As far as Sugoroku Muto was concerned, the rumors about Yami were false reports and his grandchild was a certifiable angel.

The old man knew better. He just let the outside world think his heathen of a grandson had pulled the wool over his eyes. But to step up and sponsor Aeron, the council room, com ways and board had to have been buzzing.

"He just showed up, uninvited?" Kaiba asked.

"Shocked the hell out of me," Yami laughed. "But yes, when he saw the report he decided to come over and head off any trouble before it got to much underway. So I got to sit back, snicker behind my hand and glare at all the old biddies while Grandfather set about signing all the records to sponsor Aeron."

"So, when does he transfer from Vlashmire Province?"

"Already has. I left him, his trunks and a load of advice sitting the in the same suite we lived in for three torturous years."

"Torturous?" Kaiba shock his head. "I don't recall you being the one that was constantly knocked around by his roommate."

"I didn't knock you around, I simply taught you faster methods of getting undressed and on the bed."

"So that's what it was?"

"Speaking of which…." Yami raised his hand in the air and motioned for the waiter. Kaiba set quietly, waiting for Yami to settle the bill and desperately trying to determine what had been ordered for take out and why. The waiter soon returned with what looked like a pie box and set it on the table.

"Ready?" Yami asked, handing Kaiba his coat.

"What's in the box?"

"You'll see." He gently shoved Kaiba out of the booth. Handing out his own coat, he waited for Kaiba to hold it open before sliding his arms in and pulling the leather fabric up on to his shoulders.

Grabbing the pie box he turned to Kaiba and smiled. "Come on, Blue Eyes, we've got a long weekend ahead of us and plenty of time for you to get all your prizes, one at a time."

Prizes.

So now they were prizes.

Kaiba wasn't sure what he'd won or how. He had a feeling it would turnout to be one of those once in a lifetime opportunities you just couldn't turn down.

A/N:

So, Kaiba's got some presents to open and Yami has something in a pie box. Are they going to eat that something, wear that something, or lick it off each other….Don't know, because I haven't decided. Know in me, they'll end up figuring out how to get their cake and eat it too, while still licking it off each other….

The next chapter is: Stilettos, Stockings and Polish…can you guess what's in those boxes now??

DEDICATION:

This goes out to Chibi-Chan once again for the wonderful job she's doing on Living with You (Go read it now if you haven't). I was honestly going to scrap the dinner thought all together until I read chappie 4 last night…something just opened up and I got all these lovely images of Seto cross dressing and Yami licking things off his bare skin. So, Chibi-Chan – what dessert would you like Yami to serve up with Seto's prizes?