An update. Wow, I'm really slack. Oh, and guess what I found out, there is
a YuGiOh Movie coming out late August apparently. Its said to premiere on
the 13 of August. Yes, I have no life.
Amarin Rose – he will be able to, soon. Seto taught it to him back in egypt when he was in complete control of his shadow powers. But he'll be able to do it soon, Yamis gonna teach him how to control the shadow again.
Tassy – thanks tass. Oh, and hurry up with the sequel! No killing anyone either.
Disclaimer: I am the great and brilliant creator of YuGiOh, with millions of dollars and a name I can't remember right now. Children everywhere thank me for creating the enigmatic duelists of the following story. Not.
Setos pov
It took us an entire hour. In between Yami dressing me, we tended to get a bit side tracked, and when the clock hit seven thirty, I had to force myself and Yami off the bed.
"Yami... are you sure I can pull this off?" I gazed down at my outfit.
Yami turned from his seat in the limo, running his eyes up and down my body. "Yes Seto," he whispered finally, sliding over to take up my lips. I loved his lips, they were so soft, yet strong, just like their owner. He pulled his lips from my own and I fought the temptation to go after them. "You look brilliant." I couldn't fight back the smile that came to my lips. "As do you." I took in his form. His normally leather clad body had in no way decided to ditch that material. He wore long leather pants, blacker than darkness itself, that tied up the side with silver chord (I hoped that didn't get in the way later). His top was a deep crimson, like the pants only tied up at the front with an even darker crimson length of string. The shirt was sleeveless, and stopped just above his bottom ribs, leaving a lot for the eyes of the toned chest. His pants sat extremely low on his hips, the dips at the side of his thighs visible and driving me mad. That's just the clothes. The assortment of buckles, chains and rings he had on, as well as the eye liner under his eyes, made him look a creature of the night. Buckles were strapped around his upper arms, wrists, around his neck and around his waist. The chains followed the buckles closely. The rings were around his fingers, connected to more chains, and he had an earring in, a silver crescent moon. The eyeliner did wonders for his ruby eyes.
I wore something similar to Yamis leather ensemble, though I didn't feel the need for the buckle fetish. I had, taken on the leather on my lower half. I wore pants of an equal black, though they sat even lower on my hips than the former pharaohs. They were buckled with silver clasps down the side to about mid thigh, and the rest of the pants just hung about my legs. My top was of a night blue, something Yami had brought round for me, and according to the game king it 'complemented my eyes.' It hung from my left shoulder, and came to rest around my midriff. It too was done up at the front by string, only it was silver. My ensemble was completed with silver bracelets, a silver choker with an ankh attached, and more silver clasps around the top of my arms. For the sake of Domino city, I had brought my normal white trench coat to wear over the outfit for dinner. Ok, so it was so I didn't draw a crowd. My private life or night life was my own damn business. Yami hadn't bothered with such niceties, which was proving a problem for me as I had to mentally and near physically restrain myself from leaping on top of him. I wondered briefly if there was a dress code for the restaurant. Not that it would matter, I'd probably get them in if they were nude, which was probably how Marik intended on going. Speak of the devil.
The limo came to a halt outside a set of apartment buildings. The Yami and his Hikari were already waiting there for us, and I was shocked to see they were wearing clothes.
Malik had pants similar to Yamis on, but his were suede, clinging to his slender form and not leaving much to the imagination. His top was a dark shade of violet, which brought out his lavender eyes. The top itself was two pieces of cloth, pulled over each shoulder separately and then tied beneath the arms, at the back and front. 'Was there a thing with string that I'm missing?' His arms were adorned with his normal gold bands, though there were a few extra. He looked good, I kicked myself for the thought, but he did.
Marik, however, wore his long purple cloak, hiding whatever it was he was wearing, like me and my trench coat.
"Pharaoh. Interesting choice of clothing. Are you being modest tonight?" Marik instantly commented.
"Mmm, well, atleast I don't feel the need to hide what I'm wearing from the public."
"Yeah, well, considering your boyfriend is a snob, I figured the place we're going will have a dress code, and I wanna be guaranteed some food, cause my hikari here is a pathetic chef."
"How considerate of you, you actually for-thought the occasion, and here I was under the impression you couldn't think at all." Marik growled at me for that remark.
"Hey! I am not!" Malik piped up from his seat. He had been busy checking out the miniature fridge in the corner, only just deciding to notice what was happening and being said.
"Seto is not a snob!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Please children, lets try to act our age for just tonight, for the love of Ra..." I didn't normally refer to their Ra, as I hadn't believed in it. But then, there was Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Yami, so that kinda screwed up the idea of anything else for me.
They both glared at me. I sighed and looked out the window, street lights flashing by.
"Is not." I caught the whisper and sighed in exasperation. They were at it again now, trying to do it as quietly as possible. And no, there is no reading between the lines for that thought.
I glanced up at Malik, who was watching them in irritation. He caught me looking at him and raised his eyebrow.
"How do you shut them up?" The Yamis ignored us, they were currently trying to outsmart each other, though with what wit I hadn't a clue.
"Mmm, never able to."
"I'm sure we could think of something."
Malik looked deep in concentration, until his eyes lit up. He looked up at me and grinned, before running his tongue across his lips. That action set me off. I smirked back at him. I moved off the seat in a fluid movement, going straight to his side. As soon as I was within range, he grabbed my face and crushed my lips to his. I responded, it was instinct, not about to let him take the lead. The Yamis still hadn't taken notice. Better up the playing field. I seized Maliks shoulders and pushed him back. He fell down onto the seat, pulling me with him and claiming my lips once again. I felt his hands trail down my back, then across my ass. The sensation sent shivers up my spine, and I let my own hands wander beneath his 'shirt' to roam across his chest. He moaned into my mouth, before biting down on my lip. I growled in response, fighting with my lips and my tongue to be free of his teeth. He obliged, letting go of my lip and taking advantage of my open mouth. By now the Yamis had taken notice, staring at us with open mouths. Huh, as long as sound doesn't come out. I released Malik briefly, looking up at the two goldfish. Malik turned his head so he could see, and started giggling at the sight of them.
"Well, I can't say I mind trying to get your attention."
Marik snarled before darting over and pushing me off his light, assuming the same position I'd just been resigned from. I didn't even have a chance to pout, as Yami followed Mariks lead. He pushed me down onto the floor, snagging my lips and immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. I opened my eyes and chanced a glance at my former partner, who currently had a Yami trailing down his now bare chest. He too was looking at me and we both visually smirked at each other. Simple enough tactics.
I fought back against Yamis tongue, struggling for dominance. His lithe form was not enough to pin me to the floor, and I flipped us over, pushing him and holding him down with my hands. My mouth encompassed his, and everything around and outside of us disappeared. Marik and Maliks moans and growls left my ears, and all I knew, felt, thought and tasted was darkness.
Yamis pov
"Uh... Guys?!"
I looked up briefly to see Yugi, Jou, Honda, Otogi, Mai and Shizuka looking down upon us. I shrugged and went back to work, sucking lightly on Setos neck. The CEO had other ideas however, and pulled himself off me, before pulling me after him. Sighing, I viewed our new passengers and grimaced at the sight of most of their clothes. Mai and Shizuka looked good (for women), though I think, because of Joey, Shizuka was being a bit modest. Otogi looked rather good, in scarlet leather that framed his slender and toned body well. Joey and Honda were lost causes. Yugi was wearing a tamer version of my own outfit, less revealing of course. I smiled my approval at Yugi, who smiled back. His clothes were a different colour to mine as well as a different size. His were too big, where as mine looked too small.
I chanced a glance at Marik and Malik. Marik was still on top of Malik, who was cringing and moaning under his darks ministrations. Seto was noticing this too, and lent over to tap Marik on the shoulder. Marik stopped for a second.
"We're going to need that chair."
Shrugging, he grabbed Maliks shoulders and rolled both of them onto the floor. I shrugged, giving the others the okay to step over them. Atleast they were off the seat.
"Uh, right, so, where are we going for food?" I glanced up at Honda, with hair that made him look like he slept in a box. "Wait and see," Seto smirked. I felt this answer suitable enough, and turned to look out the window. Bakura and Ryou next, then we could all go and destroy a restaurant, and terrorise a few people.
"Oh, come on guys! Give it a rest! You're gonna scar my sister here!" Joeys exasperated voice met my ears, and I turned to look down at the two on the floor, now half undressed. Sighing, I nudged Malik with my foot. "Marik! Malik! Move." They ignored me, which instantly ticked me off. Muttering under my breath, I grabbed onto Maliks arm and wrenched him off the floor, which proved considerably difficult considering it meant lifting both of them up. Marik snarled momentarily as he was forced to find his feet. "What's your problem now Pharaoh?" he growled. "I don't want anyone traumatised or slipping on the floor on the way out!" Marik grinned slyly. "Fine then." He turned and plonked himself down between Seto and the flushed Malik, who was busy trying to redo his top up.
I growled at him before holding my hand out to Mai and Shizuka, doing my best to be the gentleman. "Take this seat, ladies first. I spose that includes you too Joey." Seto coughed in an attempt to hide his laughter, but, he failed miserably and resigned to just openly laugh, along with Marik, Honda and Otogi.
"Hey Yami! Dat hurts!"
"Really? Great job Yami! Didn't even have to touch him." Otogi clapped.
Joey growled. "Shuddup dicey boy! Or I'll crush ya beneath my foot like one of yer stupid cubes."
Otogi just smirked. "I'd love to see that happen."
"Funny, me too." Honda added.
Otogi scowled at him.
"Look guys, just sit down and shut up, we still have to pick up the Ra damned tomb robber." I huffed at them, tired already of this pathetic banter, wanting nothing more than being able to go onto a dance floor and grind into my high priest. I wondered if Seto could read my thoughts right now. That thought alone gave me wicked ideas, which sent my mind and lower half into a frenzy. I wonder. Well, no harm in trying. I concentrated on the thought of Seto and myself on a dance floor, in a club, then imagined sending the image to Setos mind, for him accepting the image, to see what I see. I opened my eyes, unbelieving, so when I turn to look at my gorgeous love, the fact that he is blushing furiously makes me wonder. He glances at me, before looking back at his lap, then looking up at me again. I smirk.
Realisation hits him, and he looks at me, disbelieving. I shrug, before giving him a coy glance, and conjuring up another mental image that I sent flying at him. He flushed an even deeper red, and lowered his eyes, shifting in his seat so that his coat covered the lump forming in his tight leather pants. Oh Ra, just the thought sent me insane. I tried sending another image, but was shocked when I couldn't. What the? I glanced at Seto, to see him smirking at me. Then an image entered my head. Tight, revealing leather clothes, straps, and... whipped cream? I couldn't help it, I blushed. I don't know how red I looked, but my face felt on fire, and I cursed him. I quickly threw up what I thought he had, a mental barrier, a wall, against his mental image onslaught. I sighed in relief, only to hear the scathing comments of Bakura as he boarded the stopped vehicle. Crap, I hadn't even noticed.
"Tight fit Kaiba." Bakura instantly whined.
"Then get out and walk," I snapped.
"Nah, I'll manage thanks."
I growled at him, and he snarled back at me.
"Now that every ones' here," my beloved announced, "its time we ate."
Seto picked up the phone that connected him to the driver. "To the restaurant please."
He hung up. "Since when have you ever said please for anything in your life Kaiba?" Joey pestered.
"Probably since he and Yami had that bath." Bakura decided to add. I ignored them both.
"Well, if that's the case, you guys can pay for your own meal."
That shut them up. The car interior filled with an awkward silence. Everyone shuffled uneasily on their seats, and I glanced around to see all had averted their eyes from one another. Really, what the hell was going on here? The silence started to get at me, and I took to staring at everyone else for my amusement. They all blushed under my gaze, all turning their eyes away. Mmm, sod, I need some form of entertainment, having to wait for a club before I can 'play' with Seto. So, instead of staring, I start making faces. I got Mai first, she looked at me, and fought the urge not to grin, then Shizuka caught on, and she covered her mouth beside Mai, both ending up giggling together. All turned at the sound, seeing the girls and looking for the reason. When they saw me, some got looks of amusement, while other just gave me looks that said I was an immature idiot.
"You are such a child Pharaoh," Malik chuckled.
"Where do you get that from? I'm 5000 years, and counting, how am I possibly a child?"
"Fine, you have the maturity of a young child between the ages of 2 and 4, how's that?"
I smile, which cause Bakura and Marik to look at me strangely. "Much better."
Malik gives me an odd look before chuckling again. "So, what's with the faces?"
I frown slightly. "You guys were being really quiet, which is rather disturbing if you think about it, I mean, its you guys. Anyway, I figured I had to break the silence somehow." Here I shrugged.
"So you decided to make yourself look like a fool in front of your fellow Yamis and 'boyfriend', just for ... entertainment?"
"And why, in the name of Ra, can't I do that? I could care less what those homicidal maniacs think."
"You forgot your charming bath friend over there."
"Bath friend? Nah, I prefer..." here, I paused for emphasis, "rubber ducky?"
All listening snickered at this, Joey and Honda being the only two to openly laugh at the CEO. I glanced at Seto to see him blushing slightly. I tried sending him a mental message. ~ You look very cute that shade of red. ~
He frowned. "Oh shut up," he muttered.
I grinned at him, before sliding over, so I could sit in his lap. He tried to glare down at me, but failed dismally, and resigned to not looking at me, turning his head towards the window. I pouted, only slightly aware that every one was watching us. Seto was trying valiantly to ignore me, and was getting away with it. Fine then Seto, if that's the way you want to play. I smirked and began to shift and move in the CEO's lap. I saw every muscle in his body twitch, thanks to the confining leather, and I heard the others start to snicker madly from their seats. His face started to flush, and I noticed his fingers dig into the seat beneath us. I also felt the growing lump beneath me. The minutes ticked by, and I wondered how much more of this the teen could take. Of course, when he spun and crushed his lips to mine less then two seconds later, I stopped wondering.
"Mr Kaiba, we have arrived," a voice said as the door to the limo was opened. At that point, he shoved me off his lap to land, rather hard, on my ass on the floor. I looked up at him to see he was looking down at me, rather amused. He grinned, before stepping over me and out the door. The others started laughing, and I blushed.
"Well Pharaoh, I think you deserved that actually," Bakura commented, as he stepped out of the car. I waited till all had left, before I picked myself up and stepped out into the brisk air of the night. When I looked up, it was to see the bold and glowing letters of the fanciest restaurant in town, Heavens Cuisine.
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Now we are all going to be nice reviewers and not flame the authoress aren't we? Cause I don't need the written abuse to know that was indeed a poor chapter. I'd kick myself right now, if I could, for that chapter. By the way, what do you think of the name of my restaurant? Bit corny I know. And F.Y.I. (sounding horribly like Otogi for just a sec) the thing with Malik and Seto is... leaving things open for my imagination, but I'd like you to let me no if I should do something with what I started there, maybe have Seto get side tracked. Let me know. I'd love to know what you thought... so, little purple button... please? ^_^ *holds up cookies to reviewers*
Amarin Rose – he will be able to, soon. Seto taught it to him back in egypt when he was in complete control of his shadow powers. But he'll be able to do it soon, Yamis gonna teach him how to control the shadow again.
Tassy – thanks tass. Oh, and hurry up with the sequel! No killing anyone either.
Disclaimer: I am the great and brilliant creator of YuGiOh, with millions of dollars and a name I can't remember right now. Children everywhere thank me for creating the enigmatic duelists of the following story. Not.
Setos pov
It took us an entire hour. In between Yami dressing me, we tended to get a bit side tracked, and when the clock hit seven thirty, I had to force myself and Yami off the bed.
"Yami... are you sure I can pull this off?" I gazed down at my outfit.
Yami turned from his seat in the limo, running his eyes up and down my body. "Yes Seto," he whispered finally, sliding over to take up my lips. I loved his lips, they were so soft, yet strong, just like their owner. He pulled his lips from my own and I fought the temptation to go after them. "You look brilliant." I couldn't fight back the smile that came to my lips. "As do you." I took in his form. His normally leather clad body had in no way decided to ditch that material. He wore long leather pants, blacker than darkness itself, that tied up the side with silver chord (I hoped that didn't get in the way later). His top was a deep crimson, like the pants only tied up at the front with an even darker crimson length of string. The shirt was sleeveless, and stopped just above his bottom ribs, leaving a lot for the eyes of the toned chest. His pants sat extremely low on his hips, the dips at the side of his thighs visible and driving me mad. That's just the clothes. The assortment of buckles, chains and rings he had on, as well as the eye liner under his eyes, made him look a creature of the night. Buckles were strapped around his upper arms, wrists, around his neck and around his waist. The chains followed the buckles closely. The rings were around his fingers, connected to more chains, and he had an earring in, a silver crescent moon. The eyeliner did wonders for his ruby eyes.
I wore something similar to Yamis leather ensemble, though I didn't feel the need for the buckle fetish. I had, taken on the leather on my lower half. I wore pants of an equal black, though they sat even lower on my hips than the former pharaohs. They were buckled with silver clasps down the side to about mid thigh, and the rest of the pants just hung about my legs. My top was of a night blue, something Yami had brought round for me, and according to the game king it 'complemented my eyes.' It hung from my left shoulder, and came to rest around my midriff. It too was done up at the front by string, only it was silver. My ensemble was completed with silver bracelets, a silver choker with an ankh attached, and more silver clasps around the top of my arms. For the sake of Domino city, I had brought my normal white trench coat to wear over the outfit for dinner. Ok, so it was so I didn't draw a crowd. My private life or night life was my own damn business. Yami hadn't bothered with such niceties, which was proving a problem for me as I had to mentally and near physically restrain myself from leaping on top of him. I wondered briefly if there was a dress code for the restaurant. Not that it would matter, I'd probably get them in if they were nude, which was probably how Marik intended on going. Speak of the devil.
The limo came to a halt outside a set of apartment buildings. The Yami and his Hikari were already waiting there for us, and I was shocked to see they were wearing clothes.
Malik had pants similar to Yamis on, but his were suede, clinging to his slender form and not leaving much to the imagination. His top was a dark shade of violet, which brought out his lavender eyes. The top itself was two pieces of cloth, pulled over each shoulder separately and then tied beneath the arms, at the back and front. 'Was there a thing with string that I'm missing?' His arms were adorned with his normal gold bands, though there were a few extra. He looked good, I kicked myself for the thought, but he did.
Marik, however, wore his long purple cloak, hiding whatever it was he was wearing, like me and my trench coat.
"Pharaoh. Interesting choice of clothing. Are you being modest tonight?" Marik instantly commented.
"Mmm, well, atleast I don't feel the need to hide what I'm wearing from the public."
"Yeah, well, considering your boyfriend is a snob, I figured the place we're going will have a dress code, and I wanna be guaranteed some food, cause my hikari here is a pathetic chef."
"How considerate of you, you actually for-thought the occasion, and here I was under the impression you couldn't think at all." Marik growled at me for that remark.
"Hey! I am not!" Malik piped up from his seat. He had been busy checking out the miniature fridge in the corner, only just deciding to notice what was happening and being said.
"Seto is not a snob!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Please children, lets try to act our age for just tonight, for the love of Ra..." I didn't normally refer to their Ra, as I hadn't believed in it. But then, there was Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Yami, so that kinda screwed up the idea of anything else for me.
They both glared at me. I sighed and looked out the window, street lights flashing by.
"Is not." I caught the whisper and sighed in exasperation. They were at it again now, trying to do it as quietly as possible. And no, there is no reading between the lines for that thought.
I glanced up at Malik, who was watching them in irritation. He caught me looking at him and raised his eyebrow.
"How do you shut them up?" The Yamis ignored us, they were currently trying to outsmart each other, though with what wit I hadn't a clue.
"Mmm, never able to."
"I'm sure we could think of something."
Malik looked deep in concentration, until his eyes lit up. He looked up at me and grinned, before running his tongue across his lips. That action set me off. I smirked back at him. I moved off the seat in a fluid movement, going straight to his side. As soon as I was within range, he grabbed my face and crushed my lips to his. I responded, it was instinct, not about to let him take the lead. The Yamis still hadn't taken notice. Better up the playing field. I seized Maliks shoulders and pushed him back. He fell down onto the seat, pulling me with him and claiming my lips once again. I felt his hands trail down my back, then across my ass. The sensation sent shivers up my spine, and I let my own hands wander beneath his 'shirt' to roam across his chest. He moaned into my mouth, before biting down on my lip. I growled in response, fighting with my lips and my tongue to be free of his teeth. He obliged, letting go of my lip and taking advantage of my open mouth. By now the Yamis had taken notice, staring at us with open mouths. Huh, as long as sound doesn't come out. I released Malik briefly, looking up at the two goldfish. Malik turned his head so he could see, and started giggling at the sight of them.
"Well, I can't say I mind trying to get your attention."
Marik snarled before darting over and pushing me off his light, assuming the same position I'd just been resigned from. I didn't even have a chance to pout, as Yami followed Mariks lead. He pushed me down onto the floor, snagging my lips and immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth. I opened my eyes and chanced a glance at my former partner, who currently had a Yami trailing down his now bare chest. He too was looking at me and we both visually smirked at each other. Simple enough tactics.
I fought back against Yamis tongue, struggling for dominance. His lithe form was not enough to pin me to the floor, and I flipped us over, pushing him and holding him down with my hands. My mouth encompassed his, and everything around and outside of us disappeared. Marik and Maliks moans and growls left my ears, and all I knew, felt, thought and tasted was darkness.
Yamis pov
"Uh... Guys?!"
I looked up briefly to see Yugi, Jou, Honda, Otogi, Mai and Shizuka looking down upon us. I shrugged and went back to work, sucking lightly on Setos neck. The CEO had other ideas however, and pulled himself off me, before pulling me after him. Sighing, I viewed our new passengers and grimaced at the sight of most of their clothes. Mai and Shizuka looked good (for women), though I think, because of Joey, Shizuka was being a bit modest. Otogi looked rather good, in scarlet leather that framed his slender and toned body well. Joey and Honda were lost causes. Yugi was wearing a tamer version of my own outfit, less revealing of course. I smiled my approval at Yugi, who smiled back. His clothes were a different colour to mine as well as a different size. His were too big, where as mine looked too small.
I chanced a glance at Marik and Malik. Marik was still on top of Malik, who was cringing and moaning under his darks ministrations. Seto was noticing this too, and lent over to tap Marik on the shoulder. Marik stopped for a second.
"We're going to need that chair."
Shrugging, he grabbed Maliks shoulders and rolled both of them onto the floor. I shrugged, giving the others the okay to step over them. Atleast they were off the seat.
"Uh, right, so, where are we going for food?" I glanced up at Honda, with hair that made him look like he slept in a box. "Wait and see," Seto smirked. I felt this answer suitable enough, and turned to look out the window. Bakura and Ryou next, then we could all go and destroy a restaurant, and terrorise a few people.
"Oh, come on guys! Give it a rest! You're gonna scar my sister here!" Joeys exasperated voice met my ears, and I turned to look down at the two on the floor, now half undressed. Sighing, I nudged Malik with my foot. "Marik! Malik! Move." They ignored me, which instantly ticked me off. Muttering under my breath, I grabbed onto Maliks arm and wrenched him off the floor, which proved considerably difficult considering it meant lifting both of them up. Marik snarled momentarily as he was forced to find his feet. "What's your problem now Pharaoh?" he growled. "I don't want anyone traumatised or slipping on the floor on the way out!" Marik grinned slyly. "Fine then." He turned and plonked himself down between Seto and the flushed Malik, who was busy trying to redo his top up.
I growled at him before holding my hand out to Mai and Shizuka, doing my best to be the gentleman. "Take this seat, ladies first. I spose that includes you too Joey." Seto coughed in an attempt to hide his laughter, but, he failed miserably and resigned to just openly laugh, along with Marik, Honda and Otogi.
"Hey Yami! Dat hurts!"
"Really? Great job Yami! Didn't even have to touch him." Otogi clapped.
Joey growled. "Shuddup dicey boy! Or I'll crush ya beneath my foot like one of yer stupid cubes."
Otogi just smirked. "I'd love to see that happen."
"Funny, me too." Honda added.
Otogi scowled at him.
"Look guys, just sit down and shut up, we still have to pick up the Ra damned tomb robber." I huffed at them, tired already of this pathetic banter, wanting nothing more than being able to go onto a dance floor and grind into my high priest. I wondered if Seto could read my thoughts right now. That thought alone gave me wicked ideas, which sent my mind and lower half into a frenzy. I wonder. Well, no harm in trying. I concentrated on the thought of Seto and myself on a dance floor, in a club, then imagined sending the image to Setos mind, for him accepting the image, to see what I see. I opened my eyes, unbelieving, so when I turn to look at my gorgeous love, the fact that he is blushing furiously makes me wonder. He glances at me, before looking back at his lap, then looking up at me again. I smirk.
Realisation hits him, and he looks at me, disbelieving. I shrug, before giving him a coy glance, and conjuring up another mental image that I sent flying at him. He flushed an even deeper red, and lowered his eyes, shifting in his seat so that his coat covered the lump forming in his tight leather pants. Oh Ra, just the thought sent me insane. I tried sending another image, but was shocked when I couldn't. What the? I glanced at Seto, to see him smirking at me. Then an image entered my head. Tight, revealing leather clothes, straps, and... whipped cream? I couldn't help it, I blushed. I don't know how red I looked, but my face felt on fire, and I cursed him. I quickly threw up what I thought he had, a mental barrier, a wall, against his mental image onslaught. I sighed in relief, only to hear the scathing comments of Bakura as he boarded the stopped vehicle. Crap, I hadn't even noticed.
"Tight fit Kaiba." Bakura instantly whined.
"Then get out and walk," I snapped.
"Nah, I'll manage thanks."
I growled at him, and he snarled back at me.
"Now that every ones' here," my beloved announced, "its time we ate."
Seto picked up the phone that connected him to the driver. "To the restaurant please."
He hung up. "Since when have you ever said please for anything in your life Kaiba?" Joey pestered.
"Probably since he and Yami had that bath." Bakura decided to add. I ignored them both.
"Well, if that's the case, you guys can pay for your own meal."
That shut them up. The car interior filled with an awkward silence. Everyone shuffled uneasily on their seats, and I glanced around to see all had averted their eyes from one another. Really, what the hell was going on here? The silence started to get at me, and I took to staring at everyone else for my amusement. They all blushed under my gaze, all turning their eyes away. Mmm, sod, I need some form of entertainment, having to wait for a club before I can 'play' with Seto. So, instead of staring, I start making faces. I got Mai first, she looked at me, and fought the urge not to grin, then Shizuka caught on, and she covered her mouth beside Mai, both ending up giggling together. All turned at the sound, seeing the girls and looking for the reason. When they saw me, some got looks of amusement, while other just gave me looks that said I was an immature idiot.
"You are such a child Pharaoh," Malik chuckled.
"Where do you get that from? I'm 5000 years, and counting, how am I possibly a child?"
"Fine, you have the maturity of a young child between the ages of 2 and 4, how's that?"
I smile, which cause Bakura and Marik to look at me strangely. "Much better."
Malik gives me an odd look before chuckling again. "So, what's with the faces?"
I frown slightly. "You guys were being really quiet, which is rather disturbing if you think about it, I mean, its you guys. Anyway, I figured I had to break the silence somehow." Here I shrugged.
"So you decided to make yourself look like a fool in front of your fellow Yamis and 'boyfriend', just for ... entertainment?"
"And why, in the name of Ra, can't I do that? I could care less what those homicidal maniacs think."
"You forgot your charming bath friend over there."
"Bath friend? Nah, I prefer..." here, I paused for emphasis, "rubber ducky?"
All listening snickered at this, Joey and Honda being the only two to openly laugh at the CEO. I glanced at Seto to see him blushing slightly. I tried sending him a mental message. ~ You look very cute that shade of red. ~
He frowned. "Oh shut up," he muttered.
I grinned at him, before sliding over, so I could sit in his lap. He tried to glare down at me, but failed dismally, and resigned to not looking at me, turning his head towards the window. I pouted, only slightly aware that every one was watching us. Seto was trying valiantly to ignore me, and was getting away with it. Fine then Seto, if that's the way you want to play. I smirked and began to shift and move in the CEO's lap. I saw every muscle in his body twitch, thanks to the confining leather, and I heard the others start to snicker madly from their seats. His face started to flush, and I noticed his fingers dig into the seat beneath us. I also felt the growing lump beneath me. The minutes ticked by, and I wondered how much more of this the teen could take. Of course, when he spun and crushed his lips to mine less then two seconds later, I stopped wondering.
"Mr Kaiba, we have arrived," a voice said as the door to the limo was opened. At that point, he shoved me off his lap to land, rather hard, on my ass on the floor. I looked up at him to see he was looking down at me, rather amused. He grinned, before stepping over me and out the door. The others started laughing, and I blushed.
"Well Pharaoh, I think you deserved that actually," Bakura commented, as he stepped out of the car. I waited till all had left, before I picked myself up and stepped out into the brisk air of the night. When I looked up, it was to see the bold and glowing letters of the fanciest restaurant in town, Heavens Cuisine.
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Now we are all going to be nice reviewers and not flame the authoress aren't we? Cause I don't need the written abuse to know that was indeed a poor chapter. I'd kick myself right now, if I could, for that chapter. By the way, what do you think of the name of my restaurant? Bit corny I know. And F.Y.I. (sounding horribly like Otogi for just a sec) the thing with Malik and Seto is... leaving things open for my imagination, but I'd like you to let me no if I should do something with what I started there, maybe have Seto get side tracked. Let me know. I'd love to know what you thought... so, little purple button... please? ^_^ *holds up cookies to reviewers*