Hi guys! I'm very sorry about my slack updating skills, but to compensate, this chapter is very long.
First Touch is about to go down a very different road. A harsh one. Member what I said about the executive perv? Well, I'm going to be an evil cow, and this fic is going to go a tad sad and angry. But I swear, it will end on a high and happy note, scouts honor. Not that I am a scout...
So, here is my update, let me know, please let me know, what you thought of it. By the way, sorry its so long, but I really didn't want to chop it anywhere.
Chapter 8 – Rhythm of the Night (courtesy of my friend Devilshalo.)
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. Just like Johnny Depp, the sky, or maturity.
Thank you to all who reviewed, sorry I can't give individual comments this time, but I will the next. Anyway, read mah fiction!
Yamis pov
I stormed down the steps, making sure not to trip and land flat on my face or ass. That would be a great look, flat face, spiky hair, red eyes, and the temper of something rather large with a pin up its butt.
How dare he?
He thinks he can sway me with a kiss? And he kissed me in front of those executives! As though I belong to him. I growled at the thought. I belong to no-one.
I was thankful the limo still sat where we had left it, and the driver was rushing out to open the door, as I felt about ready to banish something. Storming in, I slumped in a corner seat, against the window. My first thought of 'to be banished' was that of the blue eyed CEO. Ok, so I could never banish my high priest. Wait, my high priest? Oh damn it. I scowled at myself in the windows black reflective glass. Now I was really pissed, though now at my hypocrisy.
I kept my silence as the others slowly filtered into the car. At last, Seto stalked down, his eyes the closed off and emotionless orbs I had longed to warm, with a guarded expression. I felt a pang of guilt. He guarded himself because of my actions, my knocking his open display of emotion. I inwardly cursed fluently in every language I knew. I tried hard not to feel guilty, but it wasn't working. I glanced across the car, as he sat, his head turned so he stared out the window.
The door shut, and we all sat in uncomfortable silence. Marik leapt forward and seized the phone as the limo pulled away, delivering the directions to the driver with an evil smirk. Bakura had begun looking around the car for some form of entertainment, as he clearly couldn't last two minutes without breaking something fragile. Like a mind.
Of course, everyone was ignoring him, so he promptly seized Ryou, and started making out. The hikari gave a shocked squeak, before his mouth was full of the Yamis' tongue.
Marik replaced the phone on the hook, turning to see Bakura straddling his hikari on the seat, those either side of him edging away. Mind you, Tristan was looking especially hopeful, the closer he edged to Serenity. Joey noticed this as he saw both Otogi and Tristan moving in on his sister.
"Oi! One of yas move, now! I don't trust either of yas as far as I can frow ya!"
The verbal assault began, and it gave me the opportunity to drink in the high priests profile. The proud jaw line, crystal eyes of blue, and chocolate brown bangs made me wanna join in Bakuras little party. I felt my pride snag. I couldn't just appologise, could I? But why should I apologise? Nope, no way. If Seto wanted my forgiveness, he'd have to come crawling for it. And if he didn't, I would have my own revenge.
Setos pov
I felt the eyes on me several times, boring into my back, accusingly. I felt something push against me, coming up against my turned back. I spun round. Malik was pushing against me, up into me, in an attempt to escape Bakura, Ryou, and now Marik. My face involuntarily lit up from the new close contact with the blonde, and I tried to seize back my wandering imagination. In an attempt to hide it, I snarled, reaching over to grab Bakuras ...clothing, and pull him to the floor. It didn't work, and my blush furthered as my hand retreated clutching Bakuras 'top'.
"Thanks ...hn... priest..." he murmured between mouthfuls.
Everyone seemed to find this surprisingly hilarious, as laughter spilled forth into the confined space. I glanced up, seeing faces of mirth sending me approving looks, and Yami struggling to hide a grin.
That did something for my mood, but as Malik sidled another few centimeters, I blanched. He would have been less obvious stripping nude and leaping into my hat wearing nothing but a santa hat.
Seizing Bakuras arm, I wrenched him from the seat. He broke his kiss, to hiss at me, before catching my wrist and pulling me after him, and Marik.
Bakura hit the floor. Marik hit the floor. I'd like to say I hit the floor, but I'm never that lucky. I landed atop Bakura, who didn't hesitate in capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. As his tongue ran over my lips, he encircled his arms behind my back, preventing my escape. His teeth grabbed my lip, opening my mouth, and he slipped in his tongue.
Shadow magic burst to life in the car, and those having never dealt with it or chance of escaping it, cried out.
Bakura released me.
"Oh shut it Pharaoh!" he growled, yanking his top from my paralyzed fingers.
'Pharaoh?'
Bakura was sitting up, grumbling as he replaced his top. Yamis face was dark as he glared out the window, though my eyes spotted the faint pink flush beneath his ears. Interesting.
Marik continued to pine at Bakura hopefully, while Maliks eyes bore into me. I shifted, lifting myself to a crouching position, as I stared him down. I would not look away from him. He had nothing to offer me that I already didn't have. My gaze was even, unwavering, until his eyes widened in shock, as the car slammed to a stop.
My reflexes reacted instantly, while Bakura and Marik slid across the floor and others fell from their seats, Malik landing sprawled at my feet. The partition slid down instantly, revealing a sweating and flustered driver. Seeing me on my feet, he apparently paled.
"Mr Kaiba, I am so sorry, ... stray dog..."
"Spare me your excuses, are we there yet?"
"I believe the club is only around the corner sir."
"Then hurry up."
The driver spun around, the partition racing back up. The car started up again and pulled round the corner, everyone crowding at the windows to see the egyptians taste in club. I could hear their jaws hit the pavement. And I am aware that the car was still moving. I was working hard on keeping my senses, as Marik grinned like a cheshire cat.
'Diamhair.'
The ultimate in clubs, the cities most expensive and well known club. The place those of the dark dwelled. And Marik was on the guest list? I had to wonder who he offered to kill to get here.
Marik new how to impress, and he'd certainly done a good job.
I was thankful. This was one of the few places in the city where I could go, and no-one gave a shit about who I was or what I did. Here, I could behave like the insolent prick I always wanted to be, would be seen as what I was. Another piece of meat. I would do whatever I pleased, without having anyone pull out a camera with raised eyebrows. Unless they were perverted.
The car stopped, and the driver didn't get the chance to open the door, as the others filed out in a rush. I heard Joey complaining it was inappropriate for his sister, before said sister clipped him around the ears, telling him otherwise. I stood. Marik was clearly enjoying his little moment. Yami was out of the car, and Bakura was standing by Ryou protectively. I could just imagine anyone trying to get into Ryous pants having their nuts banished from their own. I watched Marik as he stood, and flung the long purple cloak from his body. I think some part of my face must have given away my shock, as long as it was a part of my face, and no-where else. My eyes grazed his tanned and muscular form.
His tight toned legs were sheathed in black leather, with gold buckles to match the golden arm bands. The pants hugged all around his waist, before coming loose and dangling in gold trimmed sashes to his feet. His top, if you could call it that, was a gold sash, draped over his left shoulder to loop beneath his right arm. His navel could be seen, but it did cover the better part of his smooth and flawless chest. At the back, however, it did thin out, revealing the scars of his creation.
I couldn't be sure if I was drooling or not. I probably was. Even Yami wouldn't be able to deny that Marik far outstripped the looks of any God right now. Presenting Marik Ishtar, the new God of fertility.
He stood proudly, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was undressing him with my mind, before stepping out with the others. I could tell they enjoyed it from the sudden silence.
Looking down at my own trench coat, I decided to take it off once inside. Its an ego thing. I wanna see how many heads I turn, as well as give them time to get over Mariks outfit.
As I disembarked from the car, the driver came up to me, though I caught his wandering eyes. Note to self: Perverted driver must be fired, then sent to work as a janitors assistant.
"Go home. If we need you, I'll ring." Ok, so I was too distracted to fire anyone properly right now, what with the need to get the face of ice up and all.
"If he can remember the number, or how to dial..."
"Ha, by the time we're through with him, he'll need every brain cell he has left to just remember how to stand. Walking comes later."
The two Yamis snickered at one another, before turning and marching to the door, Bakura with his arm draped over Ryous shoulder, Marik with Malik close behind, while Yami kept a protective eye over Yugi. The others filed aimlessly after, Mai making occasional commentary and expressions the others were not voicing.
My eyes and emotions hardened as we got to the door, where upon Marik began talking in low tones with the guard bitch, whose tilted green eyes raked over the assembled crowd before her with mingled curiosity and obvious attraction.
Her eyes paused briefly on Ryou and Bakura, before moving onto Yami, then Otogi, and to my surprise, Mai and Serenity, eyeing each with obvious interest. Finally, her eyes rested on me, and she arched a thin penciled eyebrow, before nodding her consent. Stepping aside, she watched as the group filed through the door without a backward glance, till at last, I reached her.
Watching listlessly as the money passed from my fingertips to her own, I whispered to her.
"Wise decision."
"Glad to see you know how to play ball."
A small chuckle escaped me. It was simple witless banter. Why did I enjoy it all of a sudden?
"Nah, its mostly cause your all hotties."
She smirked and winked at me, before I graced her a smile, and followed after the others. I couldn't really pinpoint why that made me happy.
Yamis pov
I stalked into the club, the lights and music instantly hitting my senses like a sledge to a twig. I was rather surprised I didn't snap. The blurs of color and motion, mixed with the intoxicating and alluring moves of the dancers on the floor, and the strong scent of alcohol, mingled in one large mass in my mind, and I longed to join the fray, to prowl and to be prey.
Following the group to a table, shadowed slightly in a corner, and lit by interesting looking lamps, I waited only a moment for them to get comfortable, before slinking off to the dance floor, already sighting my first kill. Come for me Seto Kaiba.
Setos pov
Several eyes were already on me as I moved across the space to the table chosen by the others. I couldn't see Yami, but the egyptians, Bakura, Otogi and Mai, were already rising for the dance floor.
Reaching a chair, I tugged at the buttons on my coat, before removing it entirely, letting it slide from my shoulders so I could rest it over the chair. Everyone stared, and I was rather pleased this included dancers passing by or on the dance floor.
"I approve Kaiba," Mai finally stated, with a wink and a whistle.
Joey just stared, while stuttering a response. "Its illegal."
I chuckled despite myself. "Possibly."
"Hey guys," Yugi piped up over the music, "who's Yami dancing with?"
I spun around, my pulse and blood pressure rising to outrageous heights at just the thought, my eyes betraying disbelief and rage. I found them, saw them, and my whole right side spasmed.
"Dancing with is a pretty loose term, I would've said mating with."
Marik chuckled. "I thought you would've known what revenge looked like Kaiba?"
My whole body twitched now, as I watched their movements.
"I know what revenge is, but didn't think it involved humping some guys leg."
He cackled. As did Bakura and pretty much the rest of the table, bar Yugi, who looked at me sympathetically. I glowered.
"Calm down Seto." Yugi whispered to me. "Yamis just doing this to make you tick."
"Doing a damn good job," I growled back.
He gave me another look of sympathy, before glancing back at Yami. His eyes widened.
"Well," he spluttered, "t-that's a bit much though..."
Turning again, I saw Yami, his head back, moaning, as the man before him ran his hands over his ass, and down his front. I could see red. Fine Game King, if that's the way you wanna play...
Yamis pov
I was thankful the guy was about my height, or doing this would have been a tad more complicated. As it was, I was leading the dance, as my new partner happily ran his hands over my scarcely clad body. Pulling him closer, I ground our hips together, bringing a lustful moan from the guys lips. I barely paid any mind, as he seized my chin, and captured my lips in a bruising and alcohol induced kiss. This guy was thoroughly pissed. It was obvious, as no gay guy kissed like that.
So here I was, dancing with some pissed straight guy, who clearly thought I was some sleazy slut, while Seto was... 'Sweetest Ra'
Flush up against the blonde, hips moving against one another in perfect synchronicity, hands roving over golden flesh, I had to wonder whose revenge this was.
Malik matched me move for move. No step out of line, no hand that didn't send waves of pleasure throughout my body. Our rhythm matched only that of the music, as our bodies moved across the light flecked floor.
I noticed, barely, as Bakura sidled up to me, leaning in to whisper at my ear.
"Do you have a death wish?"
He thrust his head in the direction of the fast approaching Marik, and I almost said yes. Until my hand was snared, and I was pulled away.
Malik shot me a longing glance, before entwining himself with his counter part. I turned to find red eyes flaming up at me. I stared at him coldly, before grinning, taunting him, before moving against him, in time with the beat and rhythm again. I was stunned when his eyes narrowed, as he smirked and met my challenge.
Yamis pov
He bent his knees to meet my request, as I brought our hips together, rubbing up against his growing arousal. He moaned, before linking his hands behind my back, and pulling me even closer. His head descended, as his lips caressed over my own, soft at first, then bruising, as he claimed dominance over our dance. I complied with a brush of my tongue over his lips. He reacted instantly, lips parting as his tongue probed my mouth.
We both were receiving many 'looks' from where we stood, some envious, others shock. I preened at the attention, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
The music filled my head, consumed my senses, as did the blinding disarray of light and color. I felt only the body against me, not the others that brushed at me, hoping for favors.
His hands descended to cup my ass, as he hoisted me up against him. I allowed it, wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing our arousals' flush against one another, causing us both to moan and growl in pleasure. He broke apart from my lips, moving his head to nibble my ear, before planting kisses down my neck. Heaven could not taste this sweet.
As I wrapped my arms about his neck, pressing him against me with an unspoken urgency, he let out a muffled cry of surprise. Only then did I realise the ground was rising up to meet us. At the last second, Seto spun us, taking the force of the fall on his back and shoulders. He seemed unfazed, as his lips continued their unmapped journey.
When he stopped, he gazed up at me, eyes of melted ice, burning with their own intensity. "I'm sorry," he spoke huskily, between ragged breaths.
I smiled down at him, placing a light kiss on his forehead.
"Trust me, I forgive you." He gazed at me still, his eyes betraying fleeting thoughts. His lips parted, and his eyes held me fast as he spoke.
"I love you."
The three unspeakable words rocked me to the core, and my eyes involuntarily widened at his open confession of his feelings. Seto Kaiba, rumored emotionless 'ice man', had just told me he loved me. He had revealed himself, opened himself up to emotional hurt, put his heart at risk. His eyes looked hopeful, as well as guarded. I knew, if I said anything remotely hurtful, he'd shut down instantly.
Leaning down, I claimed his lips, soft but unyielding, as his eyes fluttered shut.
Random pov
Yugi smiled at the dance floor, where beneath the masses of people, his dark was making happy noises. Naturally, this only meant one thing, and so Yugi smiled. /Having fun?Silence Aibou, I'm busy.With that, Yami mentally smiled, before closing off the link.
Yugi smiled again, turning to survey the table, as happy emotions filtered through the link. He shutdown his own end.
In the masses also danced Bakura with Marik and Malik, as well as Mai with Otogi. While they danced, Honda flirted his heart out with the charmed Shizuka, who was kept close to her big brother, who in turn sent Honda many dirty looks. That left Yugi to sit and make polite conversation with Ryou.
"Yugi, uh, what kind of g-guys, apart from Seto, does Yami have an interest in?"
The light glanced up, looking quizzically at the white haired teen, who turned his head down slightly.
"Why do you ask?"
Ryou went scarlet, from what Yugi could see. However, when he looked up, there was little doubt. Yugi chuckled.
"Oh, um, no reason."
"You're lying Ryou," the violet eyed youth spoke softly.
Ryou, in an impossible move, went redder.
"Well, what kind of guys does Bakura like?"
Ryou scowled slightly. "The three legged kind."
Yugi chuckled again. "And?"
"Oh, well, its just..." he glanced at Bakura on the dance floor, "I've always kind of liked Yami." Again he went redder. Yugi began to fear he would burst into bright pink flames. So he put his hand on his shoulder, hoping it may calm him.
"That's alright Ryou, and if he wasn't involved with Seto now, I'm sure he'd be interested." Ryou clamed a bit.
"Its just, Bakura always likes it a bit rough, hence Marik and Malik, but I... I don't. And Yami always seems so gentle with you, and very protective. I guess I'd like that."
Yugi smiled at his friend, before reaching over to bring him into a hug. Ryou practically fell into his lap, and the light glanced down at the mass of white hair. Ryou really was beautiful. Yugi had never felt like this, felt so captivated by a guy like this before. Ever. Not even his dark stirred emotions like this. Gently, he seized Ryous chin, tilting it up to look into the dark chocolate eyes. Then he kissed him.
Ryou instantly closed his eyes, melting into it. Yugi broke away.
"Oh, God, Ryou I'm sorry."
The fellow light opened his eyes, dazed. "For what?"
Yugi sighed. "Come with me to the bathroom?"
Ryou knew he meant nothing by the sentence, but it didn't stop him blushing, as he remembered a bathroom moment with Bakura.
"Uh, sure."
Rising, he followed Yugi, both unaware of the watchful predatory eyes analyzing each of their movements. Walking down a dark, shadowed hall, Yugi turned right, into the bathroom before the exit.
He was surprised the bathroom was clean, let alone empty. Walking to a sink, he turned as Ryou entered. He drank in Ryous appearance, the clothes being fairly timid when compared to the others, but still accentuating him perfectly.
"I'm sorry I kissed you Ryou."
Ryou looked at him evenly. "I'm not."
Yugi blanched. "Why?"
"You kissed me, and I felt... happy. Your lips are soft, with the tenderness I crave, and like Yami, you are very protective of us, your friends. For, probably the first time, in any form of a relationship, I know what I want. And," here he paused, fixing Yugi with the deep rich brown eyes, "I want you Yugi."
Yugi blushed pink, the burning sensation flitting across his cheek, and down near his ears. No-one ever said that about him, and he was shocked to see Ryou looking at him hopefully, with those brilliant orbs. Yugi saw in his eyes the sincerity, the obvious want to devote. Yugi saw his friend, realising just how much he longed for the sweet comfort of a gentle touch.
A feeling burst to life in his chest, and he found himself eagerly agreeing with the albino, as he paced across the short distance of the floor to kiss him again. They were nearly the same height, Ryou only needing to bow his head slightly, as Yugi took charge, and gently parted Ryous lips with his tongue. Finding a strength he'd never had, the spiky haired teen pulled there bodies together, holding him close, as Ryou wrapped his arms around him.
He broke their kiss, briefly, whispering "Thank you."
Yugi smiled up at him, before kissing him again.
They barely heard the door open. But Yugi felt the impact of the fist into Ryous head, as it slammed into his own. They both crashed to the floor, Ryou crying out and whimpering in pain, tears stinging his eyelids. Two black clad figures, in the typical polished black shoes, with reflective black glasses, leered over them. Yugi leapt up to his feet, the world tilting slightly beneath him, as he stepped over Ryou protectively, or as protectively as a five one teen against two seven foot men could.
Ryou opened his eyes, the world moving and spinning in blurs, as he watched distorted images that were the men and Yugi. He heard Yugi give a startled cry of pain, as he was slammed against the bathroom door, before he crumpled to the cold tiled floor. He heard the grunts of their voices, drifting to him through a haze.
"Heh, the guys boyfriend is easier to nab than his little brother."
As the men seized the unconscious teen, hoisting him on to one shoulder, while muttering complaints, they stalked out the door. Ryou let out silent screams of anguish, heard only by his dark, as he struggled to his feet, and cried through the link.
We had switched positions. Many times.
Now I sat above him, his legs wrapped around my waist, as he made pleased mewling sounds at my ministrations. The dancers moved in a circle around us, almost egging us on, supporting with us and watching us anxiously. (That was slightly unnerving.)
Why wouldn't he say it? Why was he dragging it out, making me wait? Didn't he? I mean, I know I'm not exactly everything he'd ever want, or that I'll never be exactly what he wants, but I meant it. I meant every word, even if it was only three. So why didn't he say anything about it? I could tell, from his constant touches, he knew I waited, yet he said nothing, which left me to think only one thing. And it hurt. It made his touches hurt even more. I remembered now why my emotions had been shuttered. I found this pain the most consuming. I hated it. It was more painful than Yami cutting me open with the millenium tauk. And I am aware that is a 'necklace'.
So I watched him, looking deeply into his eyes, praying I would see the answer there. He lifted his eyes to stare me down.
"What?"
"Do y-."
"PHARAOH!"
The scream tore apart the dancers, the music. I leapt to my feet, Yamis cat like reflexes bringing him up after me. I found Bakura, parting the crowd of people by hurling them out of his way, as he dashed toward us, angry and indignant cries following his progress.
"Yugi! Outside!"
My brain kicked itself violently into gear, as I spun to race for the door. Marik was ten steps ahead of me, as he flung open the door, and I darted out after him, into the night. I heard the cursing of Yami, as he and Bakura finally made it to the door. I could only assume he had just reopened the link between himself and Yugi, as I reached the curb, by Mariks side. Our eyes raked the eerily silent car park, till a door slammed. I heard it, saw it first, as the park brakes lit up the darkness. I leapt from the curb. "Yugi!" I called at the car. It revved, before making a full circle in the lot, to race at myself and the blonde who gasped by my side.
I growled, before shoving Marik one way, myself the other.
The car roared past.
"Pharaoh, puzzle!!"
Yami disappeared.
I leapt up, my eyes combing the lot, to see a sleek silver ford, being most closest and appropriate. Streaking to it, my elbow swung in an arch, and the glass window shattered, the alarm blasting through the night. Marik and Bakura raced after me, the egyptian raising the rod to the car, silencing the alarm and bringing it to life. I leapt in, they followed in the back seat, and I pulled the gear stick and swung the car around after them. Until a figure shot out of the back alley, from which Yugi had been dragged, clutching shiny gold.
I slammed down the breaks.
Yami ran to he car, the golden puzzle swinging in his fist, as he wrenched the door open and slid in. "Go," his fear soaked voice rasped, as if he fought the effort from breaking down right then and there. I knew he wouldn't, not until he had Yugi back. So I had no hesitation in letting the car roar to life, revving it to leap forward, shattering the once peaceful rhythm of the night.
Hides behind wall Well... what did you think? Ok? Or am I completely stuffing up and should stop writing all together? Going over my other chapters, I thought 'what a load of bollocks.' So, if you guys say its ok, im going to finish this fic, not right away, but soon-ish. AND, if you think I could pull it off, tell me what you think of a sequel. Ok, purply button please.
First Touch is about to go down a very different road. A harsh one. Member what I said about the executive perv? Well, I'm going to be an evil cow, and this fic is going to go a tad sad and angry. But I swear, it will end on a high and happy note, scouts honor. Not that I am a scout...
So, here is my update, let me know, please let me know, what you thought of it. By the way, sorry its so long, but I really didn't want to chop it anywhere.
Chapter 8 – Rhythm of the Night (courtesy of my friend Devilshalo.)
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. Just like Johnny Depp, the sky, or maturity.
Thank you to all who reviewed, sorry I can't give individual comments this time, but I will the next. Anyway, read mah fiction!
Yamis pov
I stormed down the steps, making sure not to trip and land flat on my face or ass. That would be a great look, flat face, spiky hair, red eyes, and the temper of something rather large with a pin up its butt.
How dare he?
He thinks he can sway me with a kiss? And he kissed me in front of those executives! As though I belong to him. I growled at the thought. I belong to no-one.
I was thankful the limo still sat where we had left it, and the driver was rushing out to open the door, as I felt about ready to banish something. Storming in, I slumped in a corner seat, against the window. My first thought of 'to be banished' was that of the blue eyed CEO. Ok, so I could never banish my high priest. Wait, my high priest? Oh damn it. I scowled at myself in the windows black reflective glass. Now I was really pissed, though now at my hypocrisy.
I kept my silence as the others slowly filtered into the car. At last, Seto stalked down, his eyes the closed off and emotionless orbs I had longed to warm, with a guarded expression. I felt a pang of guilt. He guarded himself because of my actions, my knocking his open display of emotion. I inwardly cursed fluently in every language I knew. I tried hard not to feel guilty, but it wasn't working. I glanced across the car, as he sat, his head turned so he stared out the window.
The door shut, and we all sat in uncomfortable silence. Marik leapt forward and seized the phone as the limo pulled away, delivering the directions to the driver with an evil smirk. Bakura had begun looking around the car for some form of entertainment, as he clearly couldn't last two minutes without breaking something fragile. Like a mind.
Of course, everyone was ignoring him, so he promptly seized Ryou, and started making out. The hikari gave a shocked squeak, before his mouth was full of the Yamis' tongue.
Marik replaced the phone on the hook, turning to see Bakura straddling his hikari on the seat, those either side of him edging away. Mind you, Tristan was looking especially hopeful, the closer he edged to Serenity. Joey noticed this as he saw both Otogi and Tristan moving in on his sister.
"Oi! One of yas move, now! I don't trust either of yas as far as I can frow ya!"
The verbal assault began, and it gave me the opportunity to drink in the high priests profile. The proud jaw line, crystal eyes of blue, and chocolate brown bangs made me wanna join in Bakuras little party. I felt my pride snag. I couldn't just appologise, could I? But why should I apologise? Nope, no way. If Seto wanted my forgiveness, he'd have to come crawling for it. And if he didn't, I would have my own revenge.
Setos pov
I felt the eyes on me several times, boring into my back, accusingly. I felt something push against me, coming up against my turned back. I spun round. Malik was pushing against me, up into me, in an attempt to escape Bakura, Ryou, and now Marik. My face involuntarily lit up from the new close contact with the blonde, and I tried to seize back my wandering imagination. In an attempt to hide it, I snarled, reaching over to grab Bakuras ...clothing, and pull him to the floor. It didn't work, and my blush furthered as my hand retreated clutching Bakuras 'top'.
"Thanks ...hn... priest..." he murmured between mouthfuls.
Everyone seemed to find this surprisingly hilarious, as laughter spilled forth into the confined space. I glanced up, seeing faces of mirth sending me approving looks, and Yami struggling to hide a grin.
That did something for my mood, but as Malik sidled another few centimeters, I blanched. He would have been less obvious stripping nude and leaping into my hat wearing nothing but a santa hat.
Seizing Bakuras arm, I wrenched him from the seat. He broke his kiss, to hiss at me, before catching my wrist and pulling me after him, and Marik.
Bakura hit the floor. Marik hit the floor. I'd like to say I hit the floor, but I'm never that lucky. I landed atop Bakura, who didn't hesitate in capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. As his tongue ran over my lips, he encircled his arms behind my back, preventing my escape. His teeth grabbed my lip, opening my mouth, and he slipped in his tongue.
Shadow magic burst to life in the car, and those having never dealt with it or chance of escaping it, cried out.
Bakura released me.
"Oh shut it Pharaoh!" he growled, yanking his top from my paralyzed fingers.
'Pharaoh?'
Bakura was sitting up, grumbling as he replaced his top. Yamis face was dark as he glared out the window, though my eyes spotted the faint pink flush beneath his ears. Interesting.
Marik continued to pine at Bakura hopefully, while Maliks eyes bore into me. I shifted, lifting myself to a crouching position, as I stared him down. I would not look away from him. He had nothing to offer me that I already didn't have. My gaze was even, unwavering, until his eyes widened in shock, as the car slammed to a stop.
My reflexes reacted instantly, while Bakura and Marik slid across the floor and others fell from their seats, Malik landing sprawled at my feet. The partition slid down instantly, revealing a sweating and flustered driver. Seeing me on my feet, he apparently paled.
"Mr Kaiba, I am so sorry, ... stray dog..."
"Spare me your excuses, are we there yet?"
"I believe the club is only around the corner sir."
"Then hurry up."
The driver spun around, the partition racing back up. The car started up again and pulled round the corner, everyone crowding at the windows to see the egyptians taste in club. I could hear their jaws hit the pavement. And I am aware that the car was still moving. I was working hard on keeping my senses, as Marik grinned like a cheshire cat.
'Diamhair.'
The ultimate in clubs, the cities most expensive and well known club. The place those of the dark dwelled. And Marik was on the guest list? I had to wonder who he offered to kill to get here.
Marik new how to impress, and he'd certainly done a good job.
I was thankful. This was one of the few places in the city where I could go, and no-one gave a shit about who I was or what I did. Here, I could behave like the insolent prick I always wanted to be, would be seen as what I was. Another piece of meat. I would do whatever I pleased, without having anyone pull out a camera with raised eyebrows. Unless they were perverted.
The car stopped, and the driver didn't get the chance to open the door, as the others filed out in a rush. I heard Joey complaining it was inappropriate for his sister, before said sister clipped him around the ears, telling him otherwise. I stood. Marik was clearly enjoying his little moment. Yami was out of the car, and Bakura was standing by Ryou protectively. I could just imagine anyone trying to get into Ryous pants having their nuts banished from their own. I watched Marik as he stood, and flung the long purple cloak from his body. I think some part of my face must have given away my shock, as long as it was a part of my face, and no-where else. My eyes grazed his tanned and muscular form.
His tight toned legs were sheathed in black leather, with gold buckles to match the golden arm bands. The pants hugged all around his waist, before coming loose and dangling in gold trimmed sashes to his feet. His top, if you could call it that, was a gold sash, draped over his left shoulder to loop beneath his right arm. His navel could be seen, but it did cover the better part of his smooth and flawless chest. At the back, however, it did thin out, revealing the scars of his creation.
I couldn't be sure if I was drooling or not. I probably was. Even Yami wouldn't be able to deny that Marik far outstripped the looks of any God right now. Presenting Marik Ishtar, the new God of fertility.
He stood proudly, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was undressing him with my mind, before stepping out with the others. I could tell they enjoyed it from the sudden silence.
Looking down at my own trench coat, I decided to take it off once inside. Its an ego thing. I wanna see how many heads I turn, as well as give them time to get over Mariks outfit.
As I disembarked from the car, the driver came up to me, though I caught his wandering eyes. Note to self: Perverted driver must be fired, then sent to work as a janitors assistant.
"Go home. If we need you, I'll ring." Ok, so I was too distracted to fire anyone properly right now, what with the need to get the face of ice up and all.
"If he can remember the number, or how to dial..."
"Ha, by the time we're through with him, he'll need every brain cell he has left to just remember how to stand. Walking comes later."
The two Yamis snickered at one another, before turning and marching to the door, Bakura with his arm draped over Ryous shoulder, Marik with Malik close behind, while Yami kept a protective eye over Yugi. The others filed aimlessly after, Mai making occasional commentary and expressions the others were not voicing.
My eyes and emotions hardened as we got to the door, where upon Marik began talking in low tones with the guard bitch, whose tilted green eyes raked over the assembled crowd before her with mingled curiosity and obvious attraction.
Her eyes paused briefly on Ryou and Bakura, before moving onto Yami, then Otogi, and to my surprise, Mai and Serenity, eyeing each with obvious interest. Finally, her eyes rested on me, and she arched a thin penciled eyebrow, before nodding her consent. Stepping aside, she watched as the group filed through the door without a backward glance, till at last, I reached her.
Watching listlessly as the money passed from my fingertips to her own, I whispered to her.
"Wise decision."
"Glad to see you know how to play ball."
A small chuckle escaped me. It was simple witless banter. Why did I enjoy it all of a sudden?
"Nah, its mostly cause your all hotties."
She smirked and winked at me, before I graced her a smile, and followed after the others. I couldn't really pinpoint why that made me happy.
Yamis pov
I stalked into the club, the lights and music instantly hitting my senses like a sledge to a twig. I was rather surprised I didn't snap. The blurs of color and motion, mixed with the intoxicating and alluring moves of the dancers on the floor, and the strong scent of alcohol, mingled in one large mass in my mind, and I longed to join the fray, to prowl and to be prey.
Following the group to a table, shadowed slightly in a corner, and lit by interesting looking lamps, I waited only a moment for them to get comfortable, before slinking off to the dance floor, already sighting my first kill. Come for me Seto Kaiba.
Setos pov
Several eyes were already on me as I moved across the space to the table chosen by the others. I couldn't see Yami, but the egyptians, Bakura, Otogi and Mai, were already rising for the dance floor.
Reaching a chair, I tugged at the buttons on my coat, before removing it entirely, letting it slide from my shoulders so I could rest it over the chair. Everyone stared, and I was rather pleased this included dancers passing by or on the dance floor.
"I approve Kaiba," Mai finally stated, with a wink and a whistle.
Joey just stared, while stuttering a response. "Its illegal."
I chuckled despite myself. "Possibly."
"Hey guys," Yugi piped up over the music, "who's Yami dancing with?"
I spun around, my pulse and blood pressure rising to outrageous heights at just the thought, my eyes betraying disbelief and rage. I found them, saw them, and my whole right side spasmed.
"Dancing with is a pretty loose term, I would've said mating with."
Marik chuckled. "I thought you would've known what revenge looked like Kaiba?"
My whole body twitched now, as I watched their movements.
"I know what revenge is, but didn't think it involved humping some guys leg."
He cackled. As did Bakura and pretty much the rest of the table, bar Yugi, who looked at me sympathetically. I glowered.
"Calm down Seto." Yugi whispered to me. "Yamis just doing this to make you tick."
"Doing a damn good job," I growled back.
He gave me another look of sympathy, before glancing back at Yami. His eyes widened.
"Well," he spluttered, "t-that's a bit much though..."
Turning again, I saw Yami, his head back, moaning, as the man before him ran his hands over his ass, and down his front. I could see red. Fine Game King, if that's the way you wanna play...
Yamis pov
I was thankful the guy was about my height, or doing this would have been a tad more complicated. As it was, I was leading the dance, as my new partner happily ran his hands over my scarcely clad body. Pulling him closer, I ground our hips together, bringing a lustful moan from the guys lips. I barely paid any mind, as he seized my chin, and captured my lips in a bruising and alcohol induced kiss. This guy was thoroughly pissed. It was obvious, as no gay guy kissed like that.
So here I was, dancing with some pissed straight guy, who clearly thought I was some sleazy slut, while Seto was... 'Sweetest Ra'
Flush up against the blonde, hips moving against one another in perfect synchronicity, hands roving over golden flesh, I had to wonder whose revenge this was.
Malik matched me move for move. No step out of line, no hand that didn't send waves of pleasure throughout my body. Our rhythm matched only that of the music, as our bodies moved across the light flecked floor.
I noticed, barely, as Bakura sidled up to me, leaning in to whisper at my ear.
"Do you have a death wish?"
He thrust his head in the direction of the fast approaching Marik, and I almost said yes. Until my hand was snared, and I was pulled away.
Malik shot me a longing glance, before entwining himself with his counter part. I turned to find red eyes flaming up at me. I stared at him coldly, before grinning, taunting him, before moving against him, in time with the beat and rhythm again. I was stunned when his eyes narrowed, as he smirked and met my challenge.
Yamis pov
He bent his knees to meet my request, as I brought our hips together, rubbing up against his growing arousal. He moaned, before linking his hands behind my back, and pulling me even closer. His head descended, as his lips caressed over my own, soft at first, then bruising, as he claimed dominance over our dance. I complied with a brush of my tongue over his lips. He reacted instantly, lips parting as his tongue probed my mouth.
We both were receiving many 'looks' from where we stood, some envious, others shock. I preened at the attention, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
The music filled my head, consumed my senses, as did the blinding disarray of light and color. I felt only the body against me, not the others that brushed at me, hoping for favors.
His hands descended to cup my ass, as he hoisted me up against him. I allowed it, wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing our arousals' flush against one another, causing us both to moan and growl in pleasure. He broke apart from my lips, moving his head to nibble my ear, before planting kisses down my neck. Heaven could not taste this sweet.
As I wrapped my arms about his neck, pressing him against me with an unspoken urgency, he let out a muffled cry of surprise. Only then did I realise the ground was rising up to meet us. At the last second, Seto spun us, taking the force of the fall on his back and shoulders. He seemed unfazed, as his lips continued their unmapped journey.
When he stopped, he gazed up at me, eyes of melted ice, burning with their own intensity. "I'm sorry," he spoke huskily, between ragged breaths.
I smiled down at him, placing a light kiss on his forehead.
"Trust me, I forgive you." He gazed at me still, his eyes betraying fleeting thoughts. His lips parted, and his eyes held me fast as he spoke.
"I love you."
The three unspeakable words rocked me to the core, and my eyes involuntarily widened at his open confession of his feelings. Seto Kaiba, rumored emotionless 'ice man', had just told me he loved me. He had revealed himself, opened himself up to emotional hurt, put his heart at risk. His eyes looked hopeful, as well as guarded. I knew, if I said anything remotely hurtful, he'd shut down instantly.
Leaning down, I claimed his lips, soft but unyielding, as his eyes fluttered shut.
Random pov
Yugi smiled at the dance floor, where beneath the masses of people, his dark was making happy noises. Naturally, this only meant one thing, and so Yugi smiled. /Having fun?Silence Aibou, I'm busy.With that, Yami mentally smiled, before closing off the link.
Yugi smiled again, turning to survey the table, as happy emotions filtered through the link. He shutdown his own end.
In the masses also danced Bakura with Marik and Malik, as well as Mai with Otogi. While they danced, Honda flirted his heart out with the charmed Shizuka, who was kept close to her big brother, who in turn sent Honda many dirty looks. That left Yugi to sit and make polite conversation with Ryou.
"Yugi, uh, what kind of g-guys, apart from Seto, does Yami have an interest in?"
The light glanced up, looking quizzically at the white haired teen, who turned his head down slightly.
"Why do you ask?"
Ryou went scarlet, from what Yugi could see. However, when he looked up, there was little doubt. Yugi chuckled.
"Oh, um, no reason."
"You're lying Ryou," the violet eyed youth spoke softly.
Ryou, in an impossible move, went redder.
"Well, what kind of guys does Bakura like?"
Ryou scowled slightly. "The three legged kind."
Yugi chuckled again. "And?"
"Oh, well, its just..." he glanced at Bakura on the dance floor, "I've always kind of liked Yami." Again he went redder. Yugi began to fear he would burst into bright pink flames. So he put his hand on his shoulder, hoping it may calm him.
"That's alright Ryou, and if he wasn't involved with Seto now, I'm sure he'd be interested." Ryou clamed a bit.
"Its just, Bakura always likes it a bit rough, hence Marik and Malik, but I... I don't. And Yami always seems so gentle with you, and very protective. I guess I'd like that."
Yugi smiled at his friend, before reaching over to bring him into a hug. Ryou practically fell into his lap, and the light glanced down at the mass of white hair. Ryou really was beautiful. Yugi had never felt like this, felt so captivated by a guy like this before. Ever. Not even his dark stirred emotions like this. Gently, he seized Ryous chin, tilting it up to look into the dark chocolate eyes. Then he kissed him.
Ryou instantly closed his eyes, melting into it. Yugi broke away.
"Oh, God, Ryou I'm sorry."
The fellow light opened his eyes, dazed. "For what?"
Yugi sighed. "Come with me to the bathroom?"
Ryou knew he meant nothing by the sentence, but it didn't stop him blushing, as he remembered a bathroom moment with Bakura.
"Uh, sure."
Rising, he followed Yugi, both unaware of the watchful predatory eyes analyzing each of their movements. Walking down a dark, shadowed hall, Yugi turned right, into the bathroom before the exit.
He was surprised the bathroom was clean, let alone empty. Walking to a sink, he turned as Ryou entered. He drank in Ryous appearance, the clothes being fairly timid when compared to the others, but still accentuating him perfectly.
"I'm sorry I kissed you Ryou."
Ryou looked at him evenly. "I'm not."
Yugi blanched. "Why?"
"You kissed me, and I felt... happy. Your lips are soft, with the tenderness I crave, and like Yami, you are very protective of us, your friends. For, probably the first time, in any form of a relationship, I know what I want. And," here he paused, fixing Yugi with the deep rich brown eyes, "I want you Yugi."
Yugi blushed pink, the burning sensation flitting across his cheek, and down near his ears. No-one ever said that about him, and he was shocked to see Ryou looking at him hopefully, with those brilliant orbs. Yugi saw in his eyes the sincerity, the obvious want to devote. Yugi saw his friend, realising just how much he longed for the sweet comfort of a gentle touch.
A feeling burst to life in his chest, and he found himself eagerly agreeing with the albino, as he paced across the short distance of the floor to kiss him again. They were nearly the same height, Ryou only needing to bow his head slightly, as Yugi took charge, and gently parted Ryous lips with his tongue. Finding a strength he'd never had, the spiky haired teen pulled there bodies together, holding him close, as Ryou wrapped his arms around him.
He broke their kiss, briefly, whispering "Thank you."
Yugi smiled up at him, before kissing him again.
They barely heard the door open. But Yugi felt the impact of the fist into Ryous head, as it slammed into his own. They both crashed to the floor, Ryou crying out and whimpering in pain, tears stinging his eyelids. Two black clad figures, in the typical polished black shoes, with reflective black glasses, leered over them. Yugi leapt up to his feet, the world tilting slightly beneath him, as he stepped over Ryou protectively, or as protectively as a five one teen against two seven foot men could.
Ryou opened his eyes, the world moving and spinning in blurs, as he watched distorted images that were the men and Yugi. He heard Yugi give a startled cry of pain, as he was slammed against the bathroom door, before he crumpled to the cold tiled floor. He heard the grunts of their voices, drifting to him through a haze.
"Heh, the guys boyfriend is easier to nab than his little brother."
As the men seized the unconscious teen, hoisting him on to one shoulder, while muttering complaints, they stalked out the door. Ryou let out silent screams of anguish, heard only by his dark, as he struggled to his feet, and cried through the link.
We had switched positions. Many times.
Now I sat above him, his legs wrapped around my waist, as he made pleased mewling sounds at my ministrations. The dancers moved in a circle around us, almost egging us on, supporting with us and watching us anxiously. (That was slightly unnerving.)
Why wouldn't he say it? Why was he dragging it out, making me wait? Didn't he? I mean, I know I'm not exactly everything he'd ever want, or that I'll never be exactly what he wants, but I meant it. I meant every word, even if it was only three. So why didn't he say anything about it? I could tell, from his constant touches, he knew I waited, yet he said nothing, which left me to think only one thing. And it hurt. It made his touches hurt even more. I remembered now why my emotions had been shuttered. I found this pain the most consuming. I hated it. It was more painful than Yami cutting me open with the millenium tauk. And I am aware that is a 'necklace'.
So I watched him, looking deeply into his eyes, praying I would see the answer there. He lifted his eyes to stare me down.
"What?"
"Do y-."
"PHARAOH!"
The scream tore apart the dancers, the music. I leapt to my feet, Yamis cat like reflexes bringing him up after me. I found Bakura, parting the crowd of people by hurling them out of his way, as he dashed toward us, angry and indignant cries following his progress.
"Yugi! Outside!"
My brain kicked itself violently into gear, as I spun to race for the door. Marik was ten steps ahead of me, as he flung open the door, and I darted out after him, into the night. I heard the cursing of Yami, as he and Bakura finally made it to the door. I could only assume he had just reopened the link between himself and Yugi, as I reached the curb, by Mariks side. Our eyes raked the eerily silent car park, till a door slammed. I heard it, saw it first, as the park brakes lit up the darkness. I leapt from the curb. "Yugi!" I called at the car. It revved, before making a full circle in the lot, to race at myself and the blonde who gasped by my side.
I growled, before shoving Marik one way, myself the other.
The car roared past.
"Pharaoh, puzzle!!"
Yami disappeared.
I leapt up, my eyes combing the lot, to see a sleek silver ford, being most closest and appropriate. Streaking to it, my elbow swung in an arch, and the glass window shattered, the alarm blasting through the night. Marik and Bakura raced after me, the egyptian raising the rod to the car, silencing the alarm and bringing it to life. I leapt in, they followed in the back seat, and I pulled the gear stick and swung the car around after them. Until a figure shot out of the back alley, from which Yugi had been dragged, clutching shiny gold.
I slammed down the breaks.
Yami ran to he car, the golden puzzle swinging in his fist, as he wrenched the door open and slid in. "Go," his fear soaked voice rasped, as if he fought the effort from breaking down right then and there. I knew he wouldn't, not until he had Yugi back. So I had no hesitation in letting the car roar to life, revving it to leap forward, shattering the once peaceful rhythm of the night.
Hides behind wall Well... what did you think? Ok? Or am I completely stuffing up and should stop writing all together? Going over my other chapters, I thought 'what a load of bollocks.' So, if you guys say its ok, im going to finish this fic, not right away, but soon-ish. AND, if you think I could pull it off, tell me what you think of a sequel. Ok, purply button please.