Hello all you peoples of fan fiction.net How are ya? Hope you are good.
I just like to dedicate this fic to my Best Friend, for her Birthday! Happy
Birfday ma dear!
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Setos pov
"Err..."
Yugi thankfully interrupted. "Hey Mokuba!"
Mokuba turned and his face lighted up at the sight of his friend. I loved seeing that look on his face. He looked so young and innocent.
"Hey Yugi! Hope my brothers not bothering you guys, I know you don't hit it off real well."
Despite how innocent he looked and sounded, it didn't stop Marik, Bakura and Yami losing there composure. All burst into laughter, and landed rather unceremoniously hard on the concrete, unable to keep standing. I however, developed a shocked expression, followed by my face turning a deep shade of pink.
Mokuba just looked at us all. His expression gave me something to worry about. He looked... pleased. As though he'd done it on purpose! Crap! What did he know?!
"No Mokuba," Marik managed to wheeze through his mirth, "Kaiba and Yami get along really well lately."
The last thing I needed was them telling Mokuba about this. It was up to me to tell him, as his brother. So I shot Marik a you'll-burn-in-hell look to keep him quiet.
Mokuba however, had other ideas that completely knocked me off my feet.
"Yeah, I know, ever since their bath."
There was about a seconds silence, before everyone there, excluding a ruby red Yami, and myself, probably an equal shade of red, cracked. They literally howled with laughter, bringing the most unusual looks from other students and passers by.
Yami and I looked at one another before turning away in embarrassment. I was going to kill Mokuba, who right now, was rolling around on the ground, clutching his sides.
I bent down and grabbed his collar, hauling him to his feet. Everyone paused momentarily to observe me ushering my brother into the car.
Yamis pov
My face burnt red with embarrassment. Ra, I didn't think any moment in all of my five thousand years of living was as embarrassing as this one.
I looked up to see Seto badgering Mokuba into the car before he growled out to the rest of us.
"See you around eight."
The car door slammed and pulled away from the curb, leaving me with howling morons and a yearning for my 'bath mate.'
Sighing, I pulled my gaze from the car and looked down at the people at my feet. Yugi was the first to stop. He looked at me, his eyes red from crying when he laughed too hard. Ryou followed soon after, as everyone that wasn't a Yami did. Bastards. Like they didn't screw their hikaris in baths or showers. Hell, they screwed their hikaris in most public venues, atleast I had some decency.
When Bakura and Marik had finished and were helping each other up, I turned and headed for home, their taunts following me until they found the strength to. They caught up with me and the questions berated me.
//Yugi, im coming into the puzzle//
/No your not. You are going to stand here and deal with this like a pharaoh would/
//You are just saying that cause my humiliation is good entertainment. And by the way, the pharaoh act ended around the time I was put in the puzzle, say, five thousand years ago! So let me in!!//
/Oh come on Yami, like Bakura hasn't done worse/
That gave me an idea. I started listening to their questions and caught Bakuras last one. It involved him asking if we, namely Seto and I, preferred baths or showers, as well as what I thought our ideal spot would be.
"Back off tomb robber, I didn't ask about the time you got drunk and screwed who you thought was Marik, but was really some tart with a good accent, though how you didn't realise it wasn't Marik is beyond me. You must have been truly pissed."
Bakura went white, then deep red. Marik howled. Ryou looked slightly dumfounded and amused. That was all I saw, as I turned around and started sprinting towards the game shop. It was about ten seconds before I heard the pound of Bakuras foot steps as he gave chase.
"Get back here Pharaoh!! You are going to wish you'd banished me today I swear it!"
"Funny," I called back, catching a glance of the enraged spirit catching up with me, "I didn't hear you swear!"
Bakura growled deep in his throat, the scary thing about that being that I heard it. I hit the door of the shop only to realise it was locked. WHAT?! Shit! I spun around to face Bakura who was ahead of Ryou and the others by about ten meters, and he was closing the distance of five meters between us fast. Double shit!
//YUGI! Let me in!//
I closed my eyes and concentrated, thankfully opening my eyes to my soul chamber.
/Yami!/
//What?!//
/Bakuras coming after me!/
//Like hell he is! Sorry Yugi!//
I immediately appeared out of the puzzle, nudging Yugi aside to protect my light from Bakuras rage. I'd gotten myself into this, may as well take the shit for it.
"Naturally!" he snarled, before lunging for me. I didn't bother avoiding it this time, I tried to counter it. Now being a pharaoh made me a target, and being a target is never fun. I had therefore had to learn self defense, and I had become, quickly, a skilled fighter when it came to weapons. I was good with a weapon in my hands, didn't mean I was crash hot without it. So I, having the luck that I do, had a very angry spirit plow into me, sending both of us through the glass doors of the game shop.
Kaibas pov
"How did you know?"
This was my first question as the car drove away from Yami.
Mokuba sighed with a smile. "It was the other night when Yami was over. I saw you guys in the bath together, obviously, and came to a few conclusions."
My heart paced itself. "And they are?"
"Yamis hair is really tall. You have great taste in people. And I am never taking a bath in there again."
I breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling, and then grabbing Mokuba in a head lock. He let out a cry, half delight, half shock.
"So then why, if you are okay with me and Yami, did you feel the need to humiliate us both in front of everyone?"
"Cause I could, and such a moment comes around about once a blue moon."
I tightened the headlock enough to make Mokuba squeak in surprise. He started tugging at my arm to remove it, but I kept it there.
"Uncle?"
"Uncle, Uncle!" Mokuba gasped from my grasp.
"And are you sorry about doing your little prank?"
Mokuba grinned despite his situation. "Well, considering my options right now, I guess I'll have to be," he choked.
Sighing, I released my sibling. He wriggled away from me to glare at me in mock anger. I tried my best to glare back, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"So," he piped up, "are you looking forward to tonight?"
I lowered my gaze to him. "How did you know about that?"
He just gave me a look. "Well, you said to everyone, see you at eight, so I gathered you were either taking them out or going out with them tonight," here he shrugged, "so..."
I sighed before nodding. "Yeah, Marik and Malik invited us all to a club."
Mokuba beamed. "Cool! Sounds like fun, are you looking forward to it?"
I grimaced slightly here. "Well, yes and no."
Mokubas face fell slightly. "What's wrong?"
I felt my face flush slightly, even though this was Mokuba, before muttering my response. "I don't know what to wear."
Mokuba looked at me for a sec before laughing. I just scowled at him.
"Don't worry big brother, let me help you there."
My mind went blank. How the hell would Mokuba help me with this?
Yamis pov
The glass door shattered as my back and the force of Bakuras dive propelled us forward through it. My back instantly, and as politely as possible, screamed its displeasure. We landed with a thud, Yugi and Ryou shouting out to us, along with everyone else, my head throbbing along with my back.
"Nice one Tomb Robber," I moaned through the pain of my back.
"Shuddup Pharaoh." He tried to snap at me, but I think both of us were in too much pain, so it came out as a mutter.
"YAMI!"
"BAKURA!"
Someone wrenched Bakura off me, and my pained body cursed me for being so stupid as to mention that incident, as I should have realised it was going to leave me either crippled or dead.
Bakura tried to fight the grasp he was in but simply fell into their arms. Then Yugis face appeared before me.
"Yami? Are you ok?"
My answer was a groan. I looked up into Yugis eyes, seeing Jou, Tristan and Otogi appearing behind him. Yugi was looking at my side. He gasped.
"Yami! Ryou?"
Ryous face appeared, mildly concerned. "What's wro.." Ryou paled slightly.
"Bakura!" he turned around and snapped. Bakuras head appeared, and he smirked slightly.
"What?" I mutter.
"Looks like I win this round Pharaoh."
Ryou scowled. "Heal him!"
I look down. Damn it. A shard of glass is rammed into my side, which would explain the screaming pain in my lower body.
Bakura was the one to return the scowl this time.
"Why?"
"Cause if you don't you'll regret coming into this lifetime."
Everyone looked in shock at Yugi. Yugi was glaring at Bakura. Bakura shrugged then smirked at Yugi. My vision was starting to haze.
"I sincerely doubt that Yugi."
"Oh yeah?" was Yugis snarl of reply before he began to glow. He quite literally glowed. He was summoning the shadow magick I had taught him about. Despite the painful throbbing and screaming pain from my side, I felt a burst of pride for my light. I had once told him, if he felt he could, that I could teach him to access the ancient flow of power from the shadow realm that he was endowed to, thanks to our connection. He was, after all, twenty first century me. He asked me to teach him how, and I had done with great pride and diligence. Now he looked a magnificent force to be reckoned with.
"By Ra! Pharaoh you've created a monster!" Bakura whispered, backing away slightly from Yugi, who had the dark forces of the shadow realm engulfing him.
"Heal him now Bakura." Yugi said evenly. "I know you can, so do it, before his spirit dies."
Bakura sighed. "You know I will Yugi, even without you becoming the Ra damned Pharaoh himself."
I growled at him as best I could, but it came out as nothing more than a gurgle, blood spilling from my lips. Shit. As Bakura knelt by my side, Yugis powers subsiding, my sight left me, as did my conciousness.
Kaibas pov
No. No. Grrr, No! What the hell am I wearing?! I stared at the pile on my bed. I had, so far, spent the last half hour sorting through my small wardrobe, only to find I had absolutely no social life. Mokuba had suggested I wear a pair of black leather pants I had bought on a whim on one of my trips to 'the states.' But I was yet to find a shirt that matched it, or complemented me in any way. So, needless to say, I was stuck. It looked like I was going to have to wait for Yami to come dress me. My face burned with embarrassment at the thought.
"Mokuba!"
I wasn't licked yet.
"Yes big brother?"
Mokubas head poked through my door way. I was glad he'd been invited out tonight. Normally, im against him going anywhere public without me, as he usually ends up in trouble thanks to me, but tonight, he had insisted, and I, though I hated to admit it, had been willing to comply.
"I know this isn't the most appropriate thing for me to ask you, but, what do you think Yami would appreciate?" I couldn't help my face flushing slightly. Mokuba giggled. "Sorry Seto, but I'm leaving now, so you'll have to wait for Yami to answer it himself."
I think my mouth dropped open in shock and horror. Oh damn it. Closing my mouth, I nodded my approval before Mokuba lunged in at me for a hug. Smiling, I hugged him back.
"Alright then, go have fun, and don't stay up to late and don't go out late at night. And.."
"And if I see anyone that even closely resembles a threat, phone you, scream for help, or kick his ass with those fighting techniques you showed me, gotcha."
"NO!"
"Bye big brother!"
And with that, he leapt from my embrace and dove for the door. I tore after him. "Mokuba! Don't, for the love of all things duel monster and alike, do anything stupid!"
Mokuba simply laughed as he slipped out the door. "Would I do that Nisama?"
As I reached the door and flung it open, I came face to hair with Yami.
Yamis pov
As welcome as Setos face was this close to my own, I was still peeved at Bakura. Stupid grave robber! If it wasn't for Ryou, I'd be making sure we left Bakura elsewhere. Like a sac in the middle of the North Atlantic.
"Well hello to you too hun! How bout we step inside for that though?"
I didn't even wait for his response, pushing past him into the over sized mansion. He was clearly miffed about this, but I ignored him.
"Well, its wonderful to see you too darling, what nice pleasantries you have."
I spun to face him, just about ready to bite him, when I saw the rather hurt look in the normally proud face. Awww. Now I feel bad. Damn it.
"Sorry Seto, I've just had a bad afternoon."
Setos look dissipated. "Well, care to elaborate?"
I sighed. "Ok, here's elaboration for you," I said, lifting my shirt, revealing the fading scar of where the glass had rammed itself into my chest.
Seto gasped, before bringing his hand down to lightly caress over the red skin. "How?"
"Bakura."
Setos look darkened. "I'll kill him!" he growled.
"No," I surprised myself by saying, "he healed me after all, and I don't think I should have pushed his limits." 'Ok, where the hell did that come from? I just wanted to kill the bastard.'
Seto chuckled slightly, before leaning down to lightly kiss my faded scar. Mmm. I have to repay him somehow.
Moaning at his kiss, I brought my head down to his, and lifted his lips to mine. I kissed him as deeply as I knew how, pouring my soul into his intoxicating mouth, and savoring the moment his eyes fluttered closed. He moaned into my mouth, before wrapping his arms around me and lifting me to his waist. I gladly wrapped my legs around his firm and slender waist, and he proceeded to carry me up a set of stairs. I found myself wondering if I was heavy or a burden for him. His hands, wrapped around my lower half to support me, clasped my ass firmly, and I moaned again. To hell with how heavy I was. I pulled him as close to me as possible, my lips and tongue pressing to his lips. I fought against the soft pink walls, until they finally gave way and opened up to me, allowing me to explore every crevice, nook and cranny of the gorgeous CEOs mouth. He pushed through a door (I really couldn't care which one or where it lead to) to lower me to a bed. Lowering, no way. I grabbed his collar and pulled him after me. He collapsed against me, rubbing up against my growing arousal. I growled and proceeded to grab his lips with my teeth, as he tried once again to remove himself from where he lay. Using only my hands, I trailed them down his back as slowly as possible, summoning shadow magick to my aid in a handy little trick my former high priest had taught me a long time ago. He gasped and moaned, as the magick went and struck every nerve in his body. I released his lips and watched, as my hands trailed further down his back, to the base of his spine. He trembled, moaning and gasping. Sweat broke out across his forehead and he whimpered as my hands fell even further.
"Yami!" he moaned. "What are you doing?!" His questions was half whimpered, half choked out, as he fought for control over his trembling lower half.
I simply smirked at him. "This is the touch of magicks love. How do you like it?"
My answer was another moan. I brought my hands to his chest and lowered them to rub over his very aroused member. He gasped again. In a fluid movement, I flipped us round, me now on top of the paralysed enigma. I lowered my lips to his, and he grabbed my hair roughly, pushing his tongue into my mouth, invading my senses. Holy Ra! His hands had moved to find me, and now, I was at his mercy. My magick assault slowed, enough for him to catch up.
I rose my eyes to his, to see he was gazing at me with lust. He looked so beautiful. Had I ever seen a God, he could have been it. He looked beyond perfection, beyond the mortal realm of limitation. He looked Divine. He claimed my lips again, invading my mouth with his tongue and plaguing my mind and body with want. My hands had not stopped working on him, and now, he was so pent up, I felt his body scream at me for release. I smirked.
"Seto, dear, are you alright?"
I cried out sharply as he bit down on my neck, so I figured that meant ' fuck no, hurry the fuck up and finish me off.' "Impatient aren't we?"
I deserved the bite to my neck this time, and he bit down hard, sucking at the wound and lapping up my blood as it spilled forth. I simply moaned. I grabbed his tense member and pulled hard, and that was all it took. He released into my hand, gasping and clutching at my back, finger nails digging into my flesh. I clung onto him as though he were my only life line, loving and holding him was giving me the most pleasure in the world, and I wanted nothing more than to stay contented in his arms. I smiled into his chest. 'Words can not express just how much I love you Seto.'
"Yami?"
"Mmm?"
"What was that?" Seto pulled himself to his elbows and twisted around, so we now lay side by side (half clothed, where the clothes we had been wearing were I could care less about) and could gaze at each other properly.
I smiled. "That was what you taught me a very long time ago." The memory of all those nights with my high priest and having to practice my little trick came back to me, and I had to look away to avoid blushing. That was when I saw Setos clothes pile.
"Looks like you're having a bit of trouble putting some clothes on?"
He growled before sliding off the bed and heading towards them. "Yeah well, with any luck I'll be having trouble keeping them on too." At this, he turned around and grinned at me, and I felt my face flush. Sod him! How could he always make me embarrassed?
I sighed and slid off the bed after him. "Well," I mused, gathering a fist full of the clothes in my hand, "lets see what we've got."
*~*~*~*
Mmm, I think this one was longer than the last, but, you know, I'm not sure these days. Guess what I have done? Nothing to do with the fic, though it will give me more time to work on it. During a dance class, I snapped my foot out beneath me, shattering a bone in it. I mean, right before the holidays! I'd kick myself if I could! Anyways, purple button peoples, have some sympathy! ^_^
Disclaimer: clearly, if I owned it, I'd be elsewhere
Setos pov
"Err..."
Yugi thankfully interrupted. "Hey Mokuba!"
Mokuba turned and his face lighted up at the sight of his friend. I loved seeing that look on his face. He looked so young and innocent.
"Hey Yugi! Hope my brothers not bothering you guys, I know you don't hit it off real well."
Despite how innocent he looked and sounded, it didn't stop Marik, Bakura and Yami losing there composure. All burst into laughter, and landed rather unceremoniously hard on the concrete, unable to keep standing. I however, developed a shocked expression, followed by my face turning a deep shade of pink.
Mokuba just looked at us all. His expression gave me something to worry about. He looked... pleased. As though he'd done it on purpose! Crap! What did he know?!
"No Mokuba," Marik managed to wheeze through his mirth, "Kaiba and Yami get along really well lately."
The last thing I needed was them telling Mokuba about this. It was up to me to tell him, as his brother. So I shot Marik a you'll-burn-in-hell look to keep him quiet.
Mokuba however, had other ideas that completely knocked me off my feet.
"Yeah, I know, ever since their bath."
There was about a seconds silence, before everyone there, excluding a ruby red Yami, and myself, probably an equal shade of red, cracked. They literally howled with laughter, bringing the most unusual looks from other students and passers by.
Yami and I looked at one another before turning away in embarrassment. I was going to kill Mokuba, who right now, was rolling around on the ground, clutching his sides.
I bent down and grabbed his collar, hauling him to his feet. Everyone paused momentarily to observe me ushering my brother into the car.
Yamis pov
My face burnt red with embarrassment. Ra, I didn't think any moment in all of my five thousand years of living was as embarrassing as this one.
I looked up to see Seto badgering Mokuba into the car before he growled out to the rest of us.
"See you around eight."
The car door slammed and pulled away from the curb, leaving me with howling morons and a yearning for my 'bath mate.'
Sighing, I pulled my gaze from the car and looked down at the people at my feet. Yugi was the first to stop. He looked at me, his eyes red from crying when he laughed too hard. Ryou followed soon after, as everyone that wasn't a Yami did. Bastards. Like they didn't screw their hikaris in baths or showers. Hell, they screwed their hikaris in most public venues, atleast I had some decency.
When Bakura and Marik had finished and were helping each other up, I turned and headed for home, their taunts following me until they found the strength to. They caught up with me and the questions berated me.
//Yugi, im coming into the puzzle//
/No your not. You are going to stand here and deal with this like a pharaoh would/
//You are just saying that cause my humiliation is good entertainment. And by the way, the pharaoh act ended around the time I was put in the puzzle, say, five thousand years ago! So let me in!!//
/Oh come on Yami, like Bakura hasn't done worse/
That gave me an idea. I started listening to their questions and caught Bakuras last one. It involved him asking if we, namely Seto and I, preferred baths or showers, as well as what I thought our ideal spot would be.
"Back off tomb robber, I didn't ask about the time you got drunk and screwed who you thought was Marik, but was really some tart with a good accent, though how you didn't realise it wasn't Marik is beyond me. You must have been truly pissed."
Bakura went white, then deep red. Marik howled. Ryou looked slightly dumfounded and amused. That was all I saw, as I turned around and started sprinting towards the game shop. It was about ten seconds before I heard the pound of Bakuras foot steps as he gave chase.
"Get back here Pharaoh!! You are going to wish you'd banished me today I swear it!"
"Funny," I called back, catching a glance of the enraged spirit catching up with me, "I didn't hear you swear!"
Bakura growled deep in his throat, the scary thing about that being that I heard it. I hit the door of the shop only to realise it was locked. WHAT?! Shit! I spun around to face Bakura who was ahead of Ryou and the others by about ten meters, and he was closing the distance of five meters between us fast. Double shit!
//YUGI! Let me in!//
I closed my eyes and concentrated, thankfully opening my eyes to my soul chamber.
/Yami!/
//What?!//
/Bakuras coming after me!/
//Like hell he is! Sorry Yugi!//
I immediately appeared out of the puzzle, nudging Yugi aside to protect my light from Bakuras rage. I'd gotten myself into this, may as well take the shit for it.
"Naturally!" he snarled, before lunging for me. I didn't bother avoiding it this time, I tried to counter it. Now being a pharaoh made me a target, and being a target is never fun. I had therefore had to learn self defense, and I had become, quickly, a skilled fighter when it came to weapons. I was good with a weapon in my hands, didn't mean I was crash hot without it. So I, having the luck that I do, had a very angry spirit plow into me, sending both of us through the glass doors of the game shop.
Kaibas pov
"How did you know?"
This was my first question as the car drove away from Yami.
Mokuba sighed with a smile. "It was the other night when Yami was over. I saw you guys in the bath together, obviously, and came to a few conclusions."
My heart paced itself. "And they are?"
"Yamis hair is really tall. You have great taste in people. And I am never taking a bath in there again."
I breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling, and then grabbing Mokuba in a head lock. He let out a cry, half delight, half shock.
"So then why, if you are okay with me and Yami, did you feel the need to humiliate us both in front of everyone?"
"Cause I could, and such a moment comes around about once a blue moon."
I tightened the headlock enough to make Mokuba squeak in surprise. He started tugging at my arm to remove it, but I kept it there.
"Uncle?"
"Uncle, Uncle!" Mokuba gasped from my grasp.
"And are you sorry about doing your little prank?"
Mokuba grinned despite his situation. "Well, considering my options right now, I guess I'll have to be," he choked.
Sighing, I released my sibling. He wriggled away from me to glare at me in mock anger. I tried my best to glare back, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"So," he piped up, "are you looking forward to tonight?"
I lowered my gaze to him. "How did you know about that?"
He just gave me a look. "Well, you said to everyone, see you at eight, so I gathered you were either taking them out or going out with them tonight," here he shrugged, "so..."
I sighed before nodding. "Yeah, Marik and Malik invited us all to a club."
Mokuba beamed. "Cool! Sounds like fun, are you looking forward to it?"
I grimaced slightly here. "Well, yes and no."
Mokubas face fell slightly. "What's wrong?"
I felt my face flush slightly, even though this was Mokuba, before muttering my response. "I don't know what to wear."
Mokuba looked at me for a sec before laughing. I just scowled at him.
"Don't worry big brother, let me help you there."
My mind went blank. How the hell would Mokuba help me with this?
Yamis pov
The glass door shattered as my back and the force of Bakuras dive propelled us forward through it. My back instantly, and as politely as possible, screamed its displeasure. We landed with a thud, Yugi and Ryou shouting out to us, along with everyone else, my head throbbing along with my back.
"Nice one Tomb Robber," I moaned through the pain of my back.
"Shuddup Pharaoh." He tried to snap at me, but I think both of us were in too much pain, so it came out as a mutter.
"YAMI!"
"BAKURA!"
Someone wrenched Bakura off me, and my pained body cursed me for being so stupid as to mention that incident, as I should have realised it was going to leave me either crippled or dead.
Bakura tried to fight the grasp he was in but simply fell into their arms. Then Yugis face appeared before me.
"Yami? Are you ok?"
My answer was a groan. I looked up into Yugis eyes, seeing Jou, Tristan and Otogi appearing behind him. Yugi was looking at my side. He gasped.
"Yami! Ryou?"
Ryous face appeared, mildly concerned. "What's wro.." Ryou paled slightly.
"Bakura!" he turned around and snapped. Bakuras head appeared, and he smirked slightly.
"What?" I mutter.
"Looks like I win this round Pharaoh."
Ryou scowled. "Heal him!"
I look down. Damn it. A shard of glass is rammed into my side, which would explain the screaming pain in my lower body.
Bakura was the one to return the scowl this time.
"Why?"
"Cause if you don't you'll regret coming into this lifetime."
Everyone looked in shock at Yugi. Yugi was glaring at Bakura. Bakura shrugged then smirked at Yugi. My vision was starting to haze.
"I sincerely doubt that Yugi."
"Oh yeah?" was Yugis snarl of reply before he began to glow. He quite literally glowed. He was summoning the shadow magick I had taught him about. Despite the painful throbbing and screaming pain from my side, I felt a burst of pride for my light. I had once told him, if he felt he could, that I could teach him to access the ancient flow of power from the shadow realm that he was endowed to, thanks to our connection. He was, after all, twenty first century me. He asked me to teach him how, and I had done with great pride and diligence. Now he looked a magnificent force to be reckoned with.
"By Ra! Pharaoh you've created a monster!" Bakura whispered, backing away slightly from Yugi, who had the dark forces of the shadow realm engulfing him.
"Heal him now Bakura." Yugi said evenly. "I know you can, so do it, before his spirit dies."
Bakura sighed. "You know I will Yugi, even without you becoming the Ra damned Pharaoh himself."
I growled at him as best I could, but it came out as nothing more than a gurgle, blood spilling from my lips. Shit. As Bakura knelt by my side, Yugis powers subsiding, my sight left me, as did my conciousness.
Kaibas pov
No. No. Grrr, No! What the hell am I wearing?! I stared at the pile on my bed. I had, so far, spent the last half hour sorting through my small wardrobe, only to find I had absolutely no social life. Mokuba had suggested I wear a pair of black leather pants I had bought on a whim on one of my trips to 'the states.' But I was yet to find a shirt that matched it, or complemented me in any way. So, needless to say, I was stuck. It looked like I was going to have to wait for Yami to come dress me. My face burned with embarrassment at the thought.
"Mokuba!"
I wasn't licked yet.
"Yes big brother?"
Mokubas head poked through my door way. I was glad he'd been invited out tonight. Normally, im against him going anywhere public without me, as he usually ends up in trouble thanks to me, but tonight, he had insisted, and I, though I hated to admit it, had been willing to comply.
"I know this isn't the most appropriate thing for me to ask you, but, what do you think Yami would appreciate?" I couldn't help my face flushing slightly. Mokuba giggled. "Sorry Seto, but I'm leaving now, so you'll have to wait for Yami to answer it himself."
I think my mouth dropped open in shock and horror. Oh damn it. Closing my mouth, I nodded my approval before Mokuba lunged in at me for a hug. Smiling, I hugged him back.
"Alright then, go have fun, and don't stay up to late and don't go out late at night. And.."
"And if I see anyone that even closely resembles a threat, phone you, scream for help, or kick his ass with those fighting techniques you showed me, gotcha."
"NO!"
"Bye big brother!"
And with that, he leapt from my embrace and dove for the door. I tore after him. "Mokuba! Don't, for the love of all things duel monster and alike, do anything stupid!"
Mokuba simply laughed as he slipped out the door. "Would I do that Nisama?"
As I reached the door and flung it open, I came face to hair with Yami.
Yamis pov
As welcome as Setos face was this close to my own, I was still peeved at Bakura. Stupid grave robber! If it wasn't for Ryou, I'd be making sure we left Bakura elsewhere. Like a sac in the middle of the North Atlantic.
"Well hello to you too hun! How bout we step inside for that though?"
I didn't even wait for his response, pushing past him into the over sized mansion. He was clearly miffed about this, but I ignored him.
"Well, its wonderful to see you too darling, what nice pleasantries you have."
I spun to face him, just about ready to bite him, when I saw the rather hurt look in the normally proud face. Awww. Now I feel bad. Damn it.
"Sorry Seto, I've just had a bad afternoon."
Setos look dissipated. "Well, care to elaborate?"
I sighed. "Ok, here's elaboration for you," I said, lifting my shirt, revealing the fading scar of where the glass had rammed itself into my chest.
Seto gasped, before bringing his hand down to lightly caress over the red skin. "How?"
"Bakura."
Setos look darkened. "I'll kill him!" he growled.
"No," I surprised myself by saying, "he healed me after all, and I don't think I should have pushed his limits." 'Ok, where the hell did that come from? I just wanted to kill the bastard.'
Seto chuckled slightly, before leaning down to lightly kiss my faded scar. Mmm. I have to repay him somehow.
Moaning at his kiss, I brought my head down to his, and lifted his lips to mine. I kissed him as deeply as I knew how, pouring my soul into his intoxicating mouth, and savoring the moment his eyes fluttered closed. He moaned into my mouth, before wrapping his arms around me and lifting me to his waist. I gladly wrapped my legs around his firm and slender waist, and he proceeded to carry me up a set of stairs. I found myself wondering if I was heavy or a burden for him. His hands, wrapped around my lower half to support me, clasped my ass firmly, and I moaned again. To hell with how heavy I was. I pulled him as close to me as possible, my lips and tongue pressing to his lips. I fought against the soft pink walls, until they finally gave way and opened up to me, allowing me to explore every crevice, nook and cranny of the gorgeous CEOs mouth. He pushed through a door (I really couldn't care which one or where it lead to) to lower me to a bed. Lowering, no way. I grabbed his collar and pulled him after me. He collapsed against me, rubbing up against my growing arousal. I growled and proceeded to grab his lips with my teeth, as he tried once again to remove himself from where he lay. Using only my hands, I trailed them down his back as slowly as possible, summoning shadow magick to my aid in a handy little trick my former high priest had taught me a long time ago. He gasped and moaned, as the magick went and struck every nerve in his body. I released his lips and watched, as my hands trailed further down his back, to the base of his spine. He trembled, moaning and gasping. Sweat broke out across his forehead and he whimpered as my hands fell even further.
"Yami!" he moaned. "What are you doing?!" His questions was half whimpered, half choked out, as he fought for control over his trembling lower half.
I simply smirked at him. "This is the touch of magicks love. How do you like it?"
My answer was another moan. I brought my hands to his chest and lowered them to rub over his very aroused member. He gasped again. In a fluid movement, I flipped us round, me now on top of the paralysed enigma. I lowered my lips to his, and he grabbed my hair roughly, pushing his tongue into my mouth, invading my senses. Holy Ra! His hands had moved to find me, and now, I was at his mercy. My magick assault slowed, enough for him to catch up.
I rose my eyes to his, to see he was gazing at me with lust. He looked so beautiful. Had I ever seen a God, he could have been it. He looked beyond perfection, beyond the mortal realm of limitation. He looked Divine. He claimed my lips again, invading my mouth with his tongue and plaguing my mind and body with want. My hands had not stopped working on him, and now, he was so pent up, I felt his body scream at me for release. I smirked.
"Seto, dear, are you alright?"
I cried out sharply as he bit down on my neck, so I figured that meant ' fuck no, hurry the fuck up and finish me off.' "Impatient aren't we?"
I deserved the bite to my neck this time, and he bit down hard, sucking at the wound and lapping up my blood as it spilled forth. I simply moaned. I grabbed his tense member and pulled hard, and that was all it took. He released into my hand, gasping and clutching at my back, finger nails digging into my flesh. I clung onto him as though he were my only life line, loving and holding him was giving me the most pleasure in the world, and I wanted nothing more than to stay contented in his arms. I smiled into his chest. 'Words can not express just how much I love you Seto.'
"Yami?"
"Mmm?"
"What was that?" Seto pulled himself to his elbows and twisted around, so we now lay side by side (half clothed, where the clothes we had been wearing were I could care less about) and could gaze at each other properly.
I smiled. "That was what you taught me a very long time ago." The memory of all those nights with my high priest and having to practice my little trick came back to me, and I had to look away to avoid blushing. That was when I saw Setos clothes pile.
"Looks like you're having a bit of trouble putting some clothes on?"
He growled before sliding off the bed and heading towards them. "Yeah well, with any luck I'll be having trouble keeping them on too." At this, he turned around and grinned at me, and I felt my face flush. Sod him! How could he always make me embarrassed?
I sighed and slid off the bed after him. "Well," I mused, gathering a fist full of the clothes in my hand, "lets see what we've got."
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Mmm, I think this one was longer than the last, but, you know, I'm not sure these days. Guess what I have done? Nothing to do with the fic, though it will give me more time to work on it. During a dance class, I snapped my foot out beneath me, shattering a bone in it. I mean, right before the holidays! I'd kick myself if I could! Anyways, purple button peoples, have some sympathy! ^_^