Oh my, hehehe, did I say, the chapters would become better? I meant longer of course, hehehee..ahehe..hum(sweatdrops)


8

For the duration of the next five days, Kaiba buried himself in work, not that he ever lacked it, and was too busy monitoring his different projects than to care about anything else except for Mokuba.
Despite his efforts, he still couldn't forget, what had happened the day after he handed Yugi the letter:

The short duelist, or rather, the pharao, waited for him at his mansion's gate, leaning casually against the brick wall. After descending his limo and telling the driver not to wait for him, Kaiba approached Yami.
This one pushed himself off the wall, and, walking towards Seto, offered this one a hand.
Confused, the CEO shook it, though this was not, what he had expected. Yami smiled.
"Apology accepted, Kaiba. And remember, if you ever need a friend, or any kind of help, I will be there, if you let me."
Kaiba thought, he saw something different, a softer, knowing flicker pass through those purple eyes, but he was not quiet sure.
'Probably he's just stalling time, until Yugi has cooled off enough, before he breaks the news to him', thought Kaiba, as he watched the pharao leave.

Finally, the new duel discs were working flawless, and Kaiba was rather pleased, not only with himself, but also with his staff.
It was no wonder then, that the next Saturday night saw him cajoling downtown, with enough cocaine in his pockets and nosetrils to send him to jail for three years, if the police should think of checking him.
Which, of course, they never did.

Somewhat short past one am, he found himself in a disco, higher than a kite and so cheerfull, nobody believed him to be Seto Kaiba, even if he said so. Not that it really mattered to him, as long as someone cared to dance, they could call him Taro Tanaka if they wanted.
Then his blue eyes landed on a familiar silhouette and, without warning, Kaiba grabbed the poor guy around the waist, pulling him close to his body.
"Aack, who-Kaiba?!?" shouted Yugi, even as the CEO gave him a large, rather unnerving smile.
"Shh, not so loud, I'm incognito here!" hushed Seto, grin still growing wider, making Yugi shiver in fear.
"I need to talk with Yami, Mouto. Alone."
He could almost see the shifting of the souls, as Yugi's innocent orbs grew, darker, fiercer-colder.
"What do you want, Kaiba?" demanded the pharao, before narrowing his eyes.
"Are you in danger?" he added, causing Seto to laugh.
"Yes, you might say that, in a manner of speaking, But for now, let's put our worries aside and dance."
"Kaiba, I really don't-hey!"
Yami suddenly found himself squeezed snug against Kaiba's long, lean body, unwillingly grinding his waist against this one's crotch. He had no other chance than to follow the lead, least he make this embarassing situation even worse.

Jou, who just returned from the bathroom, was greeted by the sight of a frightened Yami dancing nose-to-chest with an obviously insane Kaiba, and a highly amused Honda, who was sitting on a barstool, beer in one hand, and roaring with laughter. Taking the seat next to his friend, Jou cocked his head towards the odd couple and asked:
"Think, we should rescue Yug? He doesn't look, as if he's enjoying it."
Honda stared at him, as if he had grown a second head.
"Are you nuts? This is the best show of my live! I mean, Kaiba's so stoned, he'd probably do a strip, if you asked him to, and, let's face it, both Yugi and Yami could use the dancing lessons."

Uncertain, Katsuya let his friend talk him into enjoying the spectacle. Which he did, although he couldn't help but feeling a little guilty, sitting there, sipping beers, while Yami was obviously fighting to keep up with Kaiba's fast movements.
After twenty-eight minutes, the pharao had enough, and twisted out of the CEO's grip, saying that he needed a rest. Immediately, Kaiba loosened his hold on him, though still clasping the shorter duelist's hands firmly in his.
"I understand, that you are tired, Yami, I will no longer force you to go on. There is one thing, though, I need to do, before you leave."

Swiftly, before anyone had time to react, he swopped Yami up in his arms and gave him a searing, wet kiss.

Hona and Jou, unisono, spat out their respective gulp of beer in a vast spray, soaking their immediate vicinity.
For several moments, they just sat there in mute horror, before Jou finally rasped:
"Kaiba's nuts."
"Insane."
„Whacko."
„Bonkers."
„Coo-coo."
„Gaga."
"We gotta save Yugi!" bellowed Katsuya, as he shot up from his chair, Honda right behind him, but by the time they reached their friend, Kaiba had already left. Yami just stood there, dazed, before drawing a deep, shuddering breath. Jounuchi arrived first, laying an arm around the pharao's shoulder.

"Hey, Yugi-Yami-are you..okay?"
The spirit sighed anew, before confessing:
"I..I think, I need to sit down."
He let himself be led away from the dancefloor to a barstool by Katsuya, who reassured, him, that Kaiba had meant nothing by that, and that it was most probably just some sick, twisted joke on his, Yami's, expense.
Honda, meanwhile, watched the door, through which the CEO had disappeared, with a heated glare.
"Damn, you, Kaiba!" he hissed, voice edged with hatred.

Unlike the previous time, Seto remembered every single detail of his night out with crystal clarity:
The dancing, the flirting, the kiss he shared with Yami-who would have thought, the pharao tasted like cinnamon and blackcurrant? Exotic, sweet, fresh, like a tropic fruit…
He had made the first step, and was now waiting for Yami's.
When the next letter arrived, Kaiba was just busy telling off his staff, because of the stalling production of the new duel discs.
However, his mood lightened considerably, when he saw the familiar handwriting on one of the sheets, his secretary had brought in.
Quickly finishing the business at hand, Seto reached for his letter opener, swiftly breaching the seal. Eager to read the newest confession of Yami's love to him, his gaze came to rest on these words:

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
It's not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, my self, and thee I am forsaken,-
A torment thrice threefold, thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard:
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail.
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

The paper slid from his nerveless fingers, as blue eyes stared unseeing into the distance.
'Oh kami,' he thought 'I kissed the wrong guy!'

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Muahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!! I admit, I pictured that shell-shocked look on Kaiba's face when I wrote this-sheesh, just imagine the embarassment..!