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 lemon, but hey, I know what you guys like.

 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.

I don't' know what happened…a simple game of dress-up turned into the Yami and Seto sexcapades. And twice the normal page count by the time I was done. Oh baby…I had to cut it short, so the Chocolate Mousse will be in the next installment. Yami is going to have some fun with his little gussied up Seto.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews.

Enjoy,

~Kay

New Games

Chapter 15: Stilettos, Stockings and Polish

by Kyrenea

Yami was uncharacteristically quiet the entire trip home from the restaurant. Even stranger was his behavior towards the pie box. He held it in his lap; hands closed around the sides, holding it like a lifeline.

Hmmm.

Either he had plans for what was in the box, or it wasn't a pie at all. Kaiba kept glancing sideways at his devilish little lover only to be rewarded with a wicked grin before Yami quickly turned and found something outside the car that was suddenly very interesting to look at.

When they reached the apartment building, he refused to hand Kaiba the box; instead, he balanced it on the console while climbing out of the car. The maneuver he proceeded to perform would have been impossible with the top in place. Maybe that's why he'd insisted Kaiba take the leather top down before leaving the parking lot?

Still, driving home with the wind whipping their hair about hadn't been a bad idea, the weather and such was always perfect around Capital City with the numerous atmospheric stations littering the country side. And Kaiba liked the way Yami looked with his hair flying widely about. It brought a sense of innocence to the older man that he rarely saw these days.

The real reward had come when they got home. Getting out of the car while holding the box in place had required that Yami swing one leg out of the car, which he over compensated for, on purpose no doubt. Normally he would have completed the move by twisting his body sideways and stepping up from the car.

Instead, he made a small 'oh' sound and turned the opposite direction toward the driver's seat. He then tucked the other leg up onto the seat and turned sideways. This had left him in a bent over position; one knee on the seat while the other leg was stretched out behind him on the ground. With his free hand, he'd opened the center console between the two seats.

In Kaiba's opinion, he'd stayed that way longer than necessary to get his balance. The move should have taken a few seconds for someone with Yami's coordination, but instead the smaller man faked a forward fall and caught himself with his free hand, still holding the pie box, still bent forward, his ass still proudly displayed for Kaiba's hungry stare.

Thankfully, the potentially annoying duster was draped over Kaiba's arm. Yami had claimed he didn't want to chance the pie box spilling and getting sticky sweet stuff on the expensive garment.

A likely story.

He'd had this little episode planned before the damn pie was ordered.

Balanced in the awkward position, Yami dipped forward and pulled something from the cubbyhole with his teeth. Displaying his normal feline grace, Yami's hand went from holding the pie box up on the dash to being underneath it. He pulled his arm in toward his chest as he rocked backwards, all his weight centered on the bent knee.

Without warning, his weight shifted backwards onto his outstretched leg, his dangling foot pushing off from the doorframe. With a little spinning hop, Yami came to rest facing Kaiba with a cocky grin, and pair a plain white silk panties clenched in his teeth.

"What the?" Kaiba went beat red. He snatched the panties from Yami and shoved them in the pocket of his duster.

"Something wrong, Seto Love?"

"Where'd you get those?"

"They were in your car. What makes you think I had something to do with it?"

Kaiba shock his head and released the car top, pulling Yami away from the door so he could secure the leather top in place. The smaller man sidestepped and winked at him.

"Always thought you were a little odd."

Kaiba ignored him, walking towards the underground entrance to the building's main elevator. "Are you coming?" He called over his shoulder.

When the doors opened, he walked in and turned to see Yami strolling across the garage, the pie box held before him like a silver platter and his hips swaying in time to an unheard song. Kaiba released the button for the doors to close as Yami stepped across the threshold. As the car started to move he laughed.

"What," Kaiba hissed.

"The look on your face." Yami made a funny face and laughed again. "It was almost as good as the one Marik made back at the Academy that day."

"What day?"

"The one day he was actually being civil to everyone. He sat down, minding his own business and the next thing we know, his computer seems to be having one hell of a morning." Yami snickered again, taking delight in the memory of their Academy-mate's discomfort that morning.

"It's killing me, to this day." Yami's voice had taken that high pitched near squeal of sadistic pleasure. "Who by the grace of the gods could have rewritten the sound protocol on his terminal?"

"I have a good guess." Kaiba huffed, walking off the elevator at the top floor.

"How so?"

"Well, since the pair in the sound clips was us and I sure as hell didn't record the files or hack into Marik's terminal it could only have been one person."

"Harder, Yami. Harrderrr." Yami moaned in a low, sultry voice as they reached the door to Kaiba's apartment. "Yes. Yes. Yesss"

Kaiba shoved an obscenely moaning, groaning, panting and grunting Yami through the doorway, sealing the door as quickly as possible. His tormentor danced down the short hallway and turned into the kitchenette. No sooner had the two-way door swung shut than Kaiba was rewarded with a blood-curdling scream.

"Oh gods, don't stop. Don't stop." The screaming continued as he stood glaring at the closed door.

"Finished?" He yelled into the following silence. The shutters across the pass through bar opened to reveal a smiling Yami, leaning on his open palm against the countertop.

"If memory serves, you were at that point."

Kaiba crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at the smiling fiend.

"Come one, Pet, you look like you distaste the memory." Yami stood up and came slinking out the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He dug his shirt from his pants and pulled the top over his head. "Shall I give you a new memory?"

"I'll give you a memory."

Kaiba stalked toward the shorter man and grabbed him around the waist. Bending forward, he kissed him, sliding his hands down his back, over his ass and clasping them under his thighs. Lifting Yami from the floor, he carried him to the dinning room table and sat him atop the glass surface.

Yami leaned backwards, stretching himself across the table as he flung the shirt around Kaiba's neck and used it as a lever to pull the taller man down towards him. Kaiba put his arms beside Yami's body and leaned in to lick his stomach.

"That's nice," Yami hissed. He squirmed on the table and then grabbed a handful of Kaiba's hair, forcing him to stand as he sat up. "I much prefer you being bent over the table." His mouth caught Kaiba's lips in an aggressive kiss, his tongue demanding they part and let him enter. Kaiba's hands kneaded at Yami's butt, hips and outer thighs. He broke away, panting slightly.

"Some nights, I just want to throw you on the ground and have my way."

"Why don't you?"

"It's a thousand times better when you do the throwing." He smiled and leaned into Yami, kissing him softly. "Times a thousand," he whispered.

Yami slid off the table and pulled Kaiba's duster off his arms. Without saying a word, he walked toward the bedroom with the coat flung across his shoulder. Kaiba followed him into the bedroom, sitting on the small bench at the foot of the bed.

After a while, Yami came out of the closet wearing only his leather pants, the fly open to reveal bare skin. He was carrying one of the jewelry trays from the closet dresser. Sitting the tray on the floor in front of Kaiba, he took one foot in his lap and removed the ankle chain from the boot. The second chain followed with the boots soon being tossed toward the general direction of the closet.

He continued to remove the jewelry Kaiba was wearing in silence. His fingers lingered against Kaiba's skin, burning a trail against his flesh. Once the jewelry and waist chains had been removed, he stood up and carried the tray back to the closet. He came back out, toying with the set of silk panties he'd pulled from the car.

"Don't you want to open your gifts?" He asked, crawling onto the foot of the bed. Recognizing an unspoken order, Kaiba went to the living room and gathered up the three boxes. He sat them on the bench and stood, waiting for Yami's next command.

"Sit." Yami patted the bed. Kaiba crawled over the bench and to the center of the bed before turning around to sit on the floral covered bedspread.

"Start with the smallest box." Yami instructed.

He gently peeled the paper back and opened the box. Inside was a smaller box, which he opened up. A small, clear bottle with a white plastic top was inside. He pulled it out to read the inscription:

Sally Hansen, Drama Red with Gold Flakes, Reproductions by Keagan

"What's this?"

"I'll show you." Yami plucked the bottle from Kaiba's fingers and stood from the bed. He shook the bottle back and forth as he walked to the bench and knelt on the top between Kaiba's feet.

"Be still." Unscrewing the top, he pulled what looked like a small paintbrush from the bottle. He held the bottle in one hand as he took Kaiba's foot in the other and began to paint his toenails a bright red.

Kaiba remained laying on the bed, pleasantly surprised that the roses, leaves and flowers weren't digging into his skin. Whatever the strange leaves and flowers were, they were satiny smooth and bliss to lie in. A sweet fragrance had been released as he and Yami moved about on the bed. Now, he simply laid there, eyes closed as Yami painted his toes in silence.

Once he was finished with Kaiba's toes, Yami moved back to the side of the bed and took one of Kaiba's hands. Before long, all ten toes and fingers were coated in the red polish, glitters of gold peaking through the paint when the light caught each nail.

"Ready for the second one?"

Kaiba sat up and took the middle-sized box from Yami. Inside he found a set of simple, pure white, silk stockings. The only decoration they held was floral embroidery over the elastic thigh cuff.

"You've got to be kidding?" He raised an eyebrow at Yami and received a wicked grin in return.

"Need some help with those," the devil purred, reaching forward to undo Kaiba's belt. He pulled the linked chain through the belt loops and tossed it to the floor with his boots. Grabbing Kaiba's legs, he pulled them out straight and undid his pants, peeling the leather down his legs. As soon as they were tossed over his shoulder, Yami took the silk stockings in his hands and dropped one in his lap.

"You've got such wonderful legs." He worked the fabric into a bundle with expert care. Taking Kaiba's foot gently in hand, he rolled the stocking down his foot to his heel.

"Wait a minute." Kaiba jerked his foot out of Yami's grasp. "Painting nails is one thing, putting me in women's clothes is another."

"You'll be wearing more than stockings by the time I'm done."

"We'll see about that." Kaiba jerked his foot away once again as Yami reached for it. Deciding to make the fiend work for his pleasure, he proceeded to squirm, wiggle and roll away as Yami attempted to smooth the stockings over his legs.

They ended with Yami lying atop Kaiba, both panting slightly.

Yami wore a silly grin.

Kaiba wore a set of pure white, back seam stockings.

Before he knew what was happening, Yami pulled the silk panties from his back pocket and slid those up Kaiba's legs, over his hips and smoothed them into place. That was when Kaiba realized the silk chemise, panties and stockings all matched.

Perfectly.

They had to have been a matched set.

It was the only explanation.

"One more to go." Yami took the largest box and sat it atop Kaiba's stomach.

Dreading what he would find, Kaiba opened the box to reveal a set of white, open toed, high-heeled, dress shoes. Still grinning, Yami took first one shoe and then the next, slipping them onto Kaiba's feet and sealing the catches.

Standing from the bed, Yami gathered the boxes and paper, carrying them back into the living room. Returning to the bedroom he stood at the foot of the bed.

Kaiba was laid atop the bed, surrounded by flowers and rose petals. The chemise and low cut panties left his stomach bare. The silk stockings hugged his legs. He turned slightly, his knees together and bent to the side.

Yami smiled.

He was perfect from his pouty lips to his red nails all the way down to his painted toes peeking through the stockings and shoes.

"How does it feel, Seto Love, to be in stilettos, stockings and polish?"

A/N: Not bad – I managed to get 25 double spaced pages in less than a week. Considering that I made up for not posting last week and got to this week's quota before Saturday, I'm buying Fruits Basket vol 3 tomorrow and spending the night in front of the TV. Everyone have a good weekend. I'll be working on the next installment…so until then, behave and keep Seto tied down for me.