"Sign here, please, ." The woman at the front desk slid an electronic tablet under his nose, and Kaiba grit his teeth in annoyance, skimming the document.
He was already irritated for having to attend this event at all, and his agent didn't say anything about something needing to be signed.
Scanning the document, he realized it was a 'no touch' agreement to maintain the integrity of the plants.
"Please read carefully and then initial after each sentence if you agree.
I will not touch any exposed plant displays. [_]
I will not pick any flowers without explicit permission from the tour guide. [_]
I will not purposely trample any foliage that grows on the railings of the walkway. [_]
I will not steal any saplings, soil, petals, vines, or leaves from this establishment. [_]
I agree to be thoroughly searched by security on my way out of this garden. [_]
By signing here _ last name_first name, _Visitor's PASS ID, I agree to the above unconditionally. If I am caught violating these rules, I understand I can be fined or jailed based on the severity of the harm caused to these exotic plants."
Geez, fuck. They're just flowers, Kaiba frowned, hastily swiping his finger along the line on the bottom to sign his name.
He handed the tablet back and the woman nodded, squinting at her computer screen to quickly input his visitor's pass ID and handed him a badge to wear around his neck.
Kaiba snatched it from her fingers and marched through the revolving barriers, hearing her call out after him, "Mr. Kaiba! Your friends are on the second floor waiting for you!"
He let out a derisive huff and rolled his eyes. Yeah, 'friends', as in the most annoying group of humans on earth he'd publicly dubbed The Dweeb Squad, just to avoid association with them, but that was proving to be difficult after he and Yugi had won the Battle City Championships.
Yugi, Joey, and his friends would monopolize his social media if he didn't make an effort to be mean to them.
As a result, publicity offers were always extended to them as a group, because the public saw them as a unit. His PR agent always suggested he take these offers because it was good for his image. It was all so shitty.
Kaiba stopped in the middle of the garden floor, sweating as the greenhouse temperature started to affect him, and he stared at all the large, green leaves surrounding him, feeling like the plants were trying to swallow him. It was too damn hot in here, and some vines were indeed laying right in the stone paths, so he stepped over them, irritated.
Where the hell were the stairs leading up to the second floor?
His question was answered almost immediately as he spotted a set of metal fold-out steps leading up to another high, curving walkway, so he headed straight for it, hating how the heat made his suit collar stick to his neck. It felt disgusting in here.
His disgust increased as he spotted a group of people milling around a glass hallway, and he braced himself for interaction. To his rising anxiety, the first person to spot him wasn't Yugi, or Joey, or Tristan, or any of the girls. It was the Other Yugi.
Yami.
Yugi's mysterious twin who Yugi claimed was an 'ancient spirit', but that was all nonsense, and Kaiba had a sneaking suspicion Yugi might be more mentally ill than he let on.
Their eyes met, and Kaiba looked away irritably, his face burning.
"Kaiba-kun!" Yugi called, waving him over, and Kaiba clenched his fists at his sides as the dweeb squad all turned to stare and then wave at him. All except for Yami, who continued to peer through the glass, resolutely ignoring him.
The photographer ushered them all together, and Kaiba grimaced when Anzu stood too close to him and beamed for the camera. Yugi and Yami's spiky hair were miles underneath his nose as they posed directly in front of him, and the lug heads were chortling and jostling each other loudly on his left.
"Move over, Joey!"
"You move over, butthole!"
The camera flashed several times, and Kaiba felt himself sweat even more.
The heat was…stifling. The camera flashed again, and Anzu changed her pose beside him, placing her hand on her hip and making a cheery peace sign.
Maybe if he'd anticipated it would be 32 degrees in here, he wouldn't have worn a three-piece suit. He was an idiot. It was a fucking greenhouse dome advertised as an 'exotic garden'.
Of course it would be sweltering in here.
Finally, it was over.
The photographer nodded and thanked them, gesturing for his assistant to bring the reflectors back to him, and a tour guide wearing a bright yellow vest approached the group bowing deeply.
"I'm your guide for today, thank you for visiting on our first day. Would you like my recommendations or would you rather free roam?" She straightened up out of the bow and frowned when she realized the group had dispersed.
Joey and Tristan were reading the information sheets projected on the ground, making rude comments on the phallic-looking cacti, and the girls were grouped together at the end of the glass hallway, gossiping happily with each other.
"I want the tour! Anzu?" Yugi nodded excitedly, and he grabbed Yami by the arm, tugging him closer to the guide. "Wanna?"
Yami swallowed thinly and shook his head, trying not to feel bored, but it was hard.
This place was quite horrible. It was nicely done, with overlapping trees, and environments planted closely together to give them a sense of being whisked away to another land, but he wasn't interested. He had seen Kaiba peek at him again and look away. It made his heart race.
Kaiba was walking away with his hand in his pocket, looking extremely handsome from the back, and Yami gazed longingly after him, still feeling Yugi asking him if he wanted to do the tour.
"I'll catch up with you later," Yami said hastily, detangling himself from his twin and hurrying after Kaiba's tall form, giving Yugi one last wave over his shoulder. "I have something I need to tell Kaiba."
"Oh. Okay?" Yugi frowned and watched Yami chase after Seto Kaiba, his confusion rising.
Why hadn't Yami told him about it sooner? Oh well.
Kaiba had been ignoring Yami since Battle City, so maybe they had some patching up to do.
Yami's footsteps echoed metallically down the hallway, so Kaiba took longer strides, not wanting to be approached.
The Other Yugi always gave him bad vibes, dark glares, and they have never had a proper conversation, ever. Not even when sitting in a helicopter together, knee-to-knee.
It was unnerving.
He was leaving to get out of his humid hellhole.
Spying a sign that pointed to an exit, Kaiba made a right turn and cursed silently when he entered another glass-walled display room.
Great.
He'd accidentally made a wrong turn, and in order to get to the exit, he had to walk through the whole garden.
He heard Yami's footsteps coming up behind him, so he dashed forward, no longer keeping up the pretense of walking. Fuck this place. Fuck Yami, and fuck his dweeby friends.
Yami stopped breathlessly at the entrance of another display and glanced up, wondering where Kaiba had disappeared to. He swore he'd seen Kaiba walk down this way a few seconds ago.
Glancing up, he spotted a few leafy trees poking out over the edge of the towering glass, and he shook his head, deciding to call out, "Kaiba?!"
His voice was muffled by all the greenery around him, and it was somehow getting hotter.
He could hear the trickle of a waterfall or an artificial river running by somewhere, and he continued walking forward, admiring all the oddly colored flowers growing up against the glass. The entire path now had a sickly, sweet scent, and Yami held his breath, starting to feel a slight headache coming on.
Damn plants.
He just wanted to see Kaiba's handsome face up close one time before they never saw each other again for a few months. Was that too much to ask?
The stone path curved, and Yami followed it dutifully, remembering the brochure he'd read, asking visitors to stay on the paths. All paths led to an exit eventually.
He would find Kaiba outside.
The path curved again, and Yami frowned, stopping in his tracks. Was it just his imagination or was he walking around in a circle?
Kaiba realized this at the exact same time when he saw Yami standing in front of him, with his back towards him, and he skidded to a halt, automatically stepping behind a large, leafy branch to hide.
Wh-What the fuck! They had just followed each other around in a circle. Only now, he was behind Yami, and watching him turn around in confusion and call out again, "Kaiba? Where are you? This isn't funny! I saw you…moments ago!"
Hmmm, nope, Kaiba thought dryly, wondering where the exit to this hellish circle was.
Everything was too thick and green around them for him to see anything.
He would have to wait for Yami to pass the path leading to the exit, and then follow him out, quietly.
Yami shook his head in exasperation and followed the flat stones underneath his feet, continuously glancing upwards at the bright, arching dome above that seemed to stretch on for miles. Clouds were being projected onto the curved ceiling above, making him feel like he was lost in a jungle.
It really was like a fantasy world in here.
He saw a metal railing similar to the one they had just stood on for the photo and raced for it with relief. Thank gods. The exit had to be here.
Kaiba frowned, following Yami around the curve of the leafy circle and seeing him walk up a dirt path that didn't have stones. Um…? This was not the path?! He followed out of spite and swallowed thinly when the ground changed to the familiar metal grates, and his heart thudded nervously in his chest.
This was not…correct.
It was getting darker the higher he went, and Kaiba swore he was walking up on an incline. Something leafy brushed his elbow, and he jerked back, cursing.
"Yami! Wrong fucking way!" He called, hearing his voice being drowned out by the artificial sounds of bird calls and water rushing. His suspicions were further confirmed when he saw a paper sign stuck to the ground, sopping wet from the humidity and barely readable, as it was melting onto the metal grates.
[RESTRICTED] NO ENTRY!
This section is reserved for researchers only!
Please turn around or press the button on your badge to call for a tour guide!
Oh fuck, Kaiba thought furiously, glancing down the dark path and seeing the greenery stretch for miles.
Yami had heard Kaiba's voice calling after him, but he couldn't react, because he'd discovered that he'd gone down the wrong way already. A stray vine that he'd tripped on was wrapped around his leg, refusing to uncurl from his ankle, nearly cutting off circulation to his foot.
Sitting down hastily, Yami used both hands to tug at the vine, hissing and cursing under his breath. Fuck this place!
Fuck these plants! And fuck how hot it was in here!
Frustrated, Yami decided to give up his shoe to save his foot, so he yanked it off, and saw it tumble down somewhere below over the edge of the metal walkway, and his head spun when he wondered how he'd gotten up so high. He was only on the second floor…but judging by the way his shoe fell, it sounded like he was on the eighth floor, or higher.
He wrapped two hands around the vine and gave it a vicious tug, feeling it pulse strangely in his palms, and he froze in fear. W-What the…? Was that his own heartbeat or…? Before he could gather his bearings, the vine extended by itself, curling tighter around his ankle, snaking up his calf and thigh.
Now terrified, Yami kicked out with his other leg, and to his rising horror, the vine split in two and locked his legs together so tightly, his pants chafed painfully between his legs.
Oh, hell. He would throw aside his pride now and call for Kaiba's help.
"…Kaiba!" Yami cried fearfully as the vine gave him one vicious tug that pulled him to the very edge of the metal walkway. His body was slid under the railing, his back burning as it scraped along the grates, and Yami grabbed out at anything he could reach, but it was too late. He let out another terrified cry when he felt himself fall, but was caught by a strange, soft net.
Deeply confused, Yami pushed himself into a sitting position and realized he was in another environment display. The net underneath him was more of the strange vine, all woven together in a neat pattern, and the plant seemed to warm up underneath his touch every time he moved on top of it.
He looked up and could see the metal walkway from where he'd fallen…far above him, too far to reach. Did he have to climb one of the trees to get back up?
Or could he shout for help? Was this plant…sentient? It had grabbed him, after all.
"Um…you're very nice," Yami said awkwardly, giving the plant curled around his legs a light pat. "Now please let me go."
His words had an effect—the wrong one. The vines thickened alarmingly fast, and Yami held his breath in fear as the net underneath him shifted and curled up around his body, tightening around his waist, chest, arms, wrists, and neck, almost choking the air out of his lungs when it gave him a pulsing squeeze, like a hug. But worse.
Before he could process what exactly was happening, the thickening vines slipped underneath his clothes and curled hotly over his skin, sending a wild shiver up his spine. He opened his mouth to scream, but his voice died the instant he felt a vine slide intrusively past the belt around his waist and down into his underwear to curl around his flaccid penis, still pulsing and heating up strangely every time he exhaled.
Oh hell. Oh Gods. Oh hell.
"W-Wait…" Yami breathed, and his mind went suddenly blank when the thick vine snuck lower underneath his dick and gave his balls a teasing lick that sent a jolt of something hot and wonderful spasming up his body. He kicked out weakly, and that only gave the vine a new point of entry—up his tight pantleg, and Yami could only watch helplessly at the terrifying outline of the vine snaking up his leg and wrapping around his thigh underneath his pants, giving him another tender squeeze.
A thick, sweet scent was rising up all around him, and Yami twisted around to find the source, amazed to see giant, beautiful flowers blooming behind his head, and his mind went fuzzy every time he inhaled a lungful of this sweet air.
Was the plant…courting him?! It was touching him in all the places reserved for lovers…!
Just as that thought left his mind, the vine that was around his thigh snuck upwards to burst out from the edge of his waistband and began to pull his pants down, while the vines underneath his chest began pulsing excitedly, making him squirm.
W-Where the hell was Kaiba?!
Kaiba was running up and down the same ramp, looking for Yami, his chest tight with exertion as the humidity really began to take its toll. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his collar before finally deciding to shed his blazer. The photo op was over, so he didn't need to look good anymore—
"…Kaiba!"
Yami's frantic call echoed from somewhere nearby, and Kaiba spun around in a frantic circle, trying to find him. Where was he? Stuck somewhere? Above? Below?
His breath caught painfully in his chest when saw a movement behind the display, and he stepped back in shock when something hit the glass with such force, it rattled.
Kaiba blinked and could only stare in disbelief.
It was Yami, trussed up by a vine that seemed to have a mind of its own. Many thick tendrils were wrapped around his bare chest, and Yami's tight pants had also somehow been pulled down to his knees, and the vine was kneading his leaking erection underneath a pair of black underwear that was damp from the heat. His slender thighs were pressed up against the glass while the plant continued its assault, even managing to yank his underwear down and slide Yami's penis lewdly up and down along the glass.
Yami could barely think or breathe, attempting to speak through his choking gasps as he saw Kaiba standing beneath him on the walkway, wearing an expression of pure shock. His blue eyes were so wide, Yami could see the whites all around his beautiful irises. Horror? D-Disgust?
"…D-Don't look at me!" Yami managed, before he lost himself in the wonderful threads of heat overwhelming his senses. The vine was emitting something slippery that evaporated across his skin every time it touched him, and Yami wondered if that was what had made him lose his mind.
Kaiba blinked, and blinked again, his mouth going terribly dry as the plant rammed Yami against the glass again and began to spread his legs.
H-Holy fuck.
He needed to help.
He needed to call for help.
There was a button…on his badge…which was in his pocket….
Inching his numb fingers into his pocket, Kaiba continued to stare shamelessly at the impressive expressions Yami was making every time a thick vine curled around his pink nipples. He would give in completely and throw his head back to savor it until nothing but the sharp point of his jaw was visible while he writhed in pleasure from the vine slicking up and down his dick.
W-Wow…
He didn't know Yami could be so fucking indecent.
He could tease him about this after they got out of here.
The help button….
Kaiba fumbled the badge out of his pocket and dropped it on accident. Unable to tear his eyes away from Yami's body sliding up and down again the glass, he knelt to pat blindly around his knees for it. Cursing, he finally tore his eyes away from Yami's spasming body for one second to look for the badge, just in time to see the same, thick vine shoot out from underneath the railing and steal the badge.
The vine disappeared behind the glass, along with the badge.
H-Holy FUCK.
Letting out an enraged growl, Kaiba lunged after the vine and felt something pick him up by the back of his belt, and he was hoisted into the air at an alarming speed, causing his head to spin.
He let out a frantic yell and was instantly silenced by a slimy vine snaking across his mouth. He bit down on it spitefully, tasting something bitter, and the vine hanging him by his belt dropped him.
"FUUUCK!" Kaiba yelled, plummeting down to the metal railing below, but just before he hit the grates, the vines came shooting down from above again, draping over the edge of the glass barrier to catch him.
His tongue was going numb after the bitter taste went away.
Oh shit.
He'd poisoned himself.
"K-Kaiba…!" Yami's weak cry made his stomach twist, and the vines tightened around his body, pulsing with a strange heat.
"D-Don't hurt him please! He's…my friend!" Yami begged, glancing at all the vines piled onto his arms and legs. Nothing changed. The plant continued to hold him hostage and play with his dick in a teasing way, sliding thinly over his slit and then stopping right when the feeling was about to burst.
Yami doubled over and tried to shrink his legs up to his chest to ride out the waves of pleasure, but it was futile. He was eagle-spread, his arms and legs confined by the vines.
Kaiba hissed and cursed, kicking out as much as he could when the vines came snaking up his pantlegs, and Yami watched helplessly from above. Was this a dream? A bad dream or a good dream?
The vine was also doing the same things to Kaiba… sliding up his chest, and nearly ripping the buttons off his dress shirt as it wrapped around his body, and Yami craned his neck in spite of himself when he saw the vine make its way down between Kaiba's legs to give the bulge in his underwear a loving stroke.
Yami gave the vines around him a desperate tug, silently begging in his mind, "I want to see more…!" And to his rising amazement, the vine drew him away from the glass and brought Kaiba's limp body up to his eye level.
"K-Kaiba… Are you alright?" Yami asked tentatively, shuddering as another warm wave of pleasure washed over him, and he wondered how long they would be trapped like this.
Kaiba heard Yami speak, but his voice was far…far away.
The poison on his tongue had made his mind fuzzy and was doing strange things to his body.
His mind felt like it was on fire, and the only thing he could focus on was the hot, delicious jolts of electricity shooting up his chest every time the vine rubbed over both his nipples and licked his balls at the same time. On top of that, the vine was also being very attentive to his dick, giving him loving swirls around the head before tightening down his shaft and giving him a few rough jerks upwards—just the way he liked to do it with his own hand—while his body seared with a feeling he recognized as…joy.
He'd…never…had…his entire body….stimulated all at once before…and the feeling…was heavenly….
Now if only his mouth could be filled too…
Was that too much to ask?
The vine could read his mind, because a tendril came snaking down his cheek, and Kaiba twisted his head to the side, hissing, "fuck off!"
He didn't want to suck on a plant.
The vine seemed to understand, and it pushed him closer to Yami, who tensed uncertainly and opened his mouth to cry out but was silenced with a rough kiss. Kaiba's tongue shoved insistently through his lips and boldly roamed around in his mouth, sending wild, heated spasms of happiness raking down Yami's chest, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of Kaiba's unique breath on his tongue.
This plant is pretty great, Yami concluded secretly, his disbelief rising as he watched Kaiba strained his neck forward with his eyes half-lidded, in an attempt to get closer to him.
"Come…here," Kaiba breathed, barely able to talk through the violent waves of pleasure crashing over him with every heavy beat of his heart.
Yami blinked incredulously and nodded, shoving his questions aside as he lost himself in the wonderful feeling of Kaiba's soft lips moving sensually over his own while his body was kept suspended by the slick vines, trying to sort out his turbulent emotions.
Was it the plant that was causing Kaiba to act like this?
There was also a strangely bitter taste at the end of their kiss, and when Kaiba pulled away, Yami felt his lips swell with need while his tongue slowly went numb, causing his mind to grow fuzzy.
Wh-What was this…feeling…?
Kaiba was no longer paying attention to him. He appeared to be satisfied with the kiss and leaned back into the vines contorting around his body, appearing to braid themselves together to embrace him harder, tighter, and faster, sliding so harshly across his nipples, Yami flushed when he saw that they had been tortured a deep red, but Kaiba didn't seem to mind. If anything, he appeared to have figured out that the vine responded to his silent desires and was egging it on, sending the plant into a strange frenzy, so much that Yami could feel it shuddering around his own arms and legs too.
He continued to watch as Kaiba was nearly swallowed by the wall of vines, and he let out a nervous cry, "don't disappear!" and his voice caught in his chest again as the vines curled lovingly around his inner thighs and began teasing his balls again, this time sliding lower…lower…giving his hole a suggestive swirl, sending another shock of pleasure down his legs, making him tense in fear for a split second before the numbness from his tongue spread like wildfire through his entire face, neck, and body. Yami felt himself relax alarmingly fast just as the vine crept around his asscheeks, spread him readily, and rammed into his hole in one steady motion, all while pulsing with heat, bringing vicious waves of pleasure crashing down on his body as it curled up higher and higher inside him and pressed against the walls of his stomach, churning him up until an explosion of heat consumed him and he orgasmed in a tight, twitching spasm.
His mind went white and blank while his ears rang tinny, and he never came back down, still dimly aware that the vine was twisting up inside him, the ridges from the braid extending and twirling naughtily at his insides, filling him up enormously with something fiery and indescribable. Through his half-lidded eyes, he saw Kaiba reappear before him, and crash into him heavily, somehow managing to have freed his arms, but he brought them down around his head and threaded his fingers through the backs of Yami's spiky hair and pulled him into tight embrace, kissing him furiously.
Kaiba wasn't sure if this was really happening, because all he could do was feel—feel the way Yami pressed excitedly up against him and shoved his tongue into his mouth, asking for more, and the way the vine slipped naughtily up and down along his asscrack, streaking the strange, sticky, wet substance down along his hole, so much that it dripped down his balls and made him shiver. The vine would thicken by braiding itself into a twist and slowly enter him from behind, stretching his entrance with agonizing slowness, numbing his mind and making it hard to breathe while his dick was tortured past all sensitivity, and it would be semi-hard at times, but the vine would sense this, and contract, turning into a thin, string-like substance that would harden suddenly and then sneakily stab into his urethra while thrusting into him roughly from behind, the motion causing his teeth to bump against Yami's teeth on accident when they tried to continue giving each other desperate, open-mouthed kisses.
Everything was hot and made worse by the humidity, but Kaiba didn't care anymore.
This was the most fun he'd had in a long time…if this was even happening.
The plant loved to read his dirtiest thoughts.
How was it possible?
The only downside was that this vine didn't have anything that provided suction….
Yami gasped when the vine lifted him up higher and converged around him, massaging him strangely while his world was enveloped in warmth and darkness, and he dimly wondered if he was being digested. It sure felt like it….
But it was over as soon as it started. Light emerged from the cracks between the vines.
Yami found himself staring down at a vast expanse of misty foliage, with Kaiba nowhere in sight.
Oh hell.
What now?!
Take …me… back! Yami cried hazily, but the vine wasn't listening to him. It was doing something.
Hands snuck around his hips and Yami froze, glancing down frantically and recognizing Kaiba's beautiful fingers whitening over his flesh as he felt something warm and thick prodding his asshole again, but it felt nothing like the vine. This one was warmer, thicker…and he was entered so fast, his body spasmed with joy, the passionate thrusts rocked his body so steadily, his mind hummed with pleasure and his body relaxed into the motions.
Every time Kaiba rammed himself in, it would make his body hot, and every time Kaiba pulled out, Yami's stomach would clench emptily with disappointment.
The rough motions freed his leg, and it dangled out of the mess of vines, and Yami gasped for breath when Kaiba gave him a particularly hard thrust, causing his heel to graze over a pale shin, and he curled his toes excitedly. His nipples were slicked with the strange fluid from the vines again, and they began to swell and sting from all the torturous stimulation.
Yami squirmed, shuddering as Kaiba's dick lodged tightly inside him and stayed motionless for a split second before something hot and wet gushed out of his hole, dripping down the backs of his legs and trailing down his bare calves.
Stunned, Yami blinked and the vines converged around him again. Kaiba was in front of him once more, his pale cheeks flushed prettily while he glared lustily at Yami and gave his dick a weak twitch before it was swallowed by a large, thick vine curling around it, causing his body to shiver and spasm happily with ecstasy.
Yami could only stare, his mind spinning as the wet tendrils gave him the same treatment, slicking up and down over his balls for good measure before it rammed into his ass again, thickening slowly before it deflated alarmingly fast, almost like it was breathing hard. When it left his hole, Yami clenched angrily again and let out a frustrated huff, orgasming in a dry heave and seeing clear fluid spill from his tip, and instantly, the vine lapped it up, curling lovingly around his hips to reach the head of his dick in order to clean it all up.
Extremely spent and exhausted, Yami raised his head to see Kaiba give him an impish smirk, and his heart skipped a beat.
K-Kaiba was enjoying this…too much!
The vines released Kaiba's arms, and Kaiba went careening forward at Yami.
Yami let out a nervous gasp and his mouth was filled with a hot tongue again, thudding along the backs of his teeth while Kaiba's hands slid down his thighs to spread him with a raw desperation and poke his hardness against the base of his balls.
Numb with pleasure, Yami melted into Kaiba's passionate thrusts, feeling himself coming apart every time he was entered thickly, and his stomach curled with happiness every time Kaiba managed to hit that particularly deep, high, wonderous spot.
Kaiba bared his teeth and bit down on Yami's lower lip, enjoying his enthusiasm, wondering where his energy was coming from. He wasn't even moving his hips. The plant was doing it for him. It had wrapped around his waist, forcing him to grind forward at a grueling pace, so much that it felt like his dick might fall off from how greedily Yami was clenching around him.
Yami pulled away for air, his chest heaving as he leaned his head back against the vines and managed to gasp, "…Kaiba….m-more….!" And Kaiba's vision went white and then green as he felt the vines tighten around his body so it could press him harder into Yami's entrance, making him shove his hips into Yami's hole harder, faster, until his world blurred violently, causing him to convulse with pleasure as an orgasm ripped through him and made him black out. He came back around slowly, the vines around his body shifting unsteadily as his vision re-adjusted, and Yami was still being pleasured shamelessly in front of him. The vines had loosened around his body, seemingly leaving him alone after he'd lost consciousness.
Yami's bare foot was clenching and twisting in front of him, and he stared at it until his eyes watered. This was…not a dream. How long was this plant going to keep them here?
He was at his limit… He had probably hit his limit a long time ago….
Something damp crept up his leg, and Kaiba didn't have the energy to look anymore, so instead, he decided to watch Yami double over and orgasm so hard, his body twisted in ecstasy, and his fluids remained clear, spurting out briefly and trickling down his rounded balls before the plant came snaking up between his legs to lick it up.
The vines around Kaiba's waist loosened even more, and he began to drop slowly. He glanced around in shock, surprised to see that the plant had managed to give him clothes back.
His shoes were being carried along a slithering thick vinthe, along with his tie, and badge.
He tried to reach out for it, but his arms couldn't move.
He had been turned into jelly.
Kaiba glanced up to see the vine also lowering Yami back down onto the metal walkway while dressing him at the same time, taking more care to shove his shoes back onto his feet and then snake lovingly around his ankles before disappearing into the giant, dark, mass behind the glass.
Dropping down onto all fours, Yami collapsed on his side, his cheek pressing painfully down onto the metal grate, and to his great surprise, the vine snaked back down to help him up into a sitting position.
His badge, wallet, phone and keys were dropped in a neat pile in front of him, along with his two belts. The metal buckles clinked loudly as it hit the grates, and Yami could only stare sluggishly at his belongings, his body still buzzing and numb from pleasure.
He was dimly aware of Kaiba, somewhere across the way, also trembling violently and trying to regain his composure.
Kaiba leaned his back against the railing, gasping for breath and willing his heart rate to slow down as he watched the vines curl back over the edge of the glass and wave playfully at him. Unable to react, he stared at it listlessly and ran the events of what had just happened over in his mind, trying to shake off the pleasurable buzzing that sat low in his stomach.
He'd been fucked by a plant.
Yami had been fucked by a plant.
He'd fucked Yami while the plant was fucking them both.
Was this the real world?
The vine seemed to have forgotten something. One tendril climbed up the railing and snuck down his shoulder, dropping his phone in his lap before slipping away.
Letting his breath out in short huffs, Kaiba thunked his head back on the railing and felt his eyes water. Holy fuck.
That had been amazing.
He couldn't move.
His ass was throbbing.
His dick was numb and tingling occasionally.
His clothes were soaked and sticking to him.
His hair was matted across his forehead, and when he dared to glance across the way at Yami, he saw his rival eyeing him with a strange look, his angular violet eyes gleaming brightly in the semi-darkness.
"…I'm…" Yami's voice caught in his throat and he lowered his head shamefully, his body still trembling with lust and residual shocks of pleasure. Sorry didn't even begin to cut it.
The plant had assaulted them both, and Kaiba was sitting there silently, looking shell-shocked.
After a long moment, Kaiba managed to find his voice to reply dully. "…. What."
Yami blinked slowly, shaking his head and desperately trying to compose a proper apology.
Does he want to do it again? Because I'll die, Kaiba thought darkly, pressing a hand to his forehead, feeling himself finally calming down. His heart slowed to a steady pound, enough for him to move, inching across the metal walkway on his hands and knees to collapse beside Yami and lean his head tiredly on his slender shoulder, feeling the wetness from his blazer soaking into his cheek.
He felt Yami tense, and he ignored it, closing his eyes.
"Don't you dare…tell anyone about this," Kaiba threatened weakly, and Yami nodded anxiously in agreement.
They sat together like that in silence for a few long minutes before Yami mustered up the courage to lean his head down to press his lips against Kaiba's mouth to kiss him, and was shocked when Kaiba's pale hand came up to caress his cheek and then slip up past his ear, into his hair, tugging him down into the kiss to deepen it, smiling mischievously until their teeth bumped lightly when Yami tried to pull away, but Kaiba's hand tightened around his head, keeping him in place while their mouths stayed connected, so he resigned himself to enjoying the kiss as much as he could.
The tip of Kaiba's tongue swirled lewdly over his, causing his stomach to twist and drop to his feet with hope and fear. Kaiba…liked him.
They pulled apart breathlessly and Kaiba gave him a handsome grin, his blue eyes dark with lust as he lowered his gaze to rake them down Yami's slender thighs.
"Come over sometime," he said simply, and his heart soared when Yami nodded eagerly and smiled weakly.
"…I will," Yami nodded, and his phone was snatched up by Kaiba, who handed it to him and said brashly, "now give me your number."
Nodding again and barely able to contain his happiness, Yami unlocked his phone and handed it to Kaiba, seeing him find their messaging app quickly and scan his code. Their phones chimed in unison, and Yami shut his eyes to lean it against Kaiba's chest, daring himself to be thankful.
That plant had closed a gap between them.
"Shit! We've been here for…two hours!" Kaiba hissed after he saw the time, and he nudged Yami off his chest so he could get up on on his knees, shakily doing up his tie and combing through his hair frantically with his fingers.
Yami watched his preening with an air of amusement.
"Be my mirror. Is anything out of place?" Kaiba snapped, nervously patting his bangs over his forehead and tugging at his shirt sleeves to get them unstuck from his blazer. His stomach swooped mightily when Yami touched the buttons on his shirt and fixed it for him, also getting up on his knees to help him with his vest and collar.
Yami even adjusted his belt for him across his front and attentively tucked his shirt in with nimble fingers, leaning back with his classic, concerned frown and raking his gaze up and down along his body, causing Kaiba's cheeks to heat up so much, he had to avert his gaze.
Beaming, Yami was enjoying himself, touching Kaiba without barriers. He smoothed the tie down Kaiba's chest and leaned back with a satisfied nod. There.
"Now, your turn," Kaiba growled, grabbing Yami's blazer by the collar to give it an upwards yank, trying to give it that stiffness it always had, but the humidity was making it limp. It was a good effort. Parts of his blond bangs were stuck to his cheek, and Kaiba hastily brushed them away, his heart thundering with incredulity at himself as Yami continued to smile prettily at him and nod thankfully.
"Belt, don't forget," Kaiba said tersely, pointing at the two belts on the ground, and Yami scrambled to put them on. He tried to stand, but his knees were wobbly, so Kaiba stood first, with the help of the railing, letting Yami hang onto his arm while tugging his belt across his waist. After a short struggle, both belts were back on his hips, and Kaiba gave the second one an irritable tug, making sure it was sagging at just the right angle. There. It was like nothing had happened other than…humidity.
He lifted his phone to check his reflection, noting that his cheeks were still flushed, but that could be explained away by the heat.
Yami had done well, fixing his tie, shirt, and vest.
"Vain," Yami said teasingly, and Kaiba gave him a derisive smirk.
"Necessary," Kaiba replied shortly, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his blazer and looping the badge back over his head. "Can you walk?"
"Can you walk?" Yami shot back teasingly, and Kaiba's ears hummed with a strange sound he recognized as happiness.
They wobbled to the bottom of the metal ramp together and Kaiba boldly reached down to give Yami's hand a squeeze, feeling his head rush strangely as the vivid images of Yami's pink, wet, asshole hovered permanently at the front of his mind.
"…I'll send a car," was all he could manage to say before he let go and hurried off in the opposite direction, spotting the path with the grey stones leading to the exit, and turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Yami waving at him once with a dazed look on his face. He spared another cold smile for Yami before he turned and hurried down the path, his thighs sore, his knees weak, and his heart full of excitement.
That plant was pretty great.
Yami watched Kaiba disappear, and he went the other way, keeping his ears peeled for Joey or Tristan's voices. He walked through several more flowery exhibits before he found Yugi and Anzu sitting in a semi-dark hallway with the tour guide, still explaining the flowers around them.
He waved at them as he walked by, and they both acknowledged him with a nod.
The normality of his own actions terrified him, and Yami shoved his hand into his pocket, hurrying for the exit, wondering what Kaiba had in store for him next.
Author's note:
WHEWWWWWWWWWWW what the FUCK did I just write. Honestly. Honestly someone tell me. please help. I need a holy water bath.
anyone know any priests? Preferably a priest named seto so I can watch him cleanse….Atem…
HAPPY (late) VALENTINES DAY
white day (march 14) upload coming soon!
-Ugli