WARNING: The very first part of this chapter has more INTENSE sexual stuff in it then the other chapter, so don't read if you don't like! –Kaibasblueeyes

Chapter 6

He didn't remember how he got where he was. He couldn't remember. He was just there. Seto moved the knight up two spaces, and then left three. His opponent countered with the rook and knocked one of his pawns out of the game. Seto moved the bishop and plowed over his opponent's rook.

The pieces were glass and crystal. The glass was completely transparent and the crystal was semi-transparent. Seto was playing with the crystal and his opponent was playing with the glass pieces.

This strategy continued for a while, pieces being moved, pieces being taken off of the board, one event triggering the next… Until, both players had three pieces left on the chessboard. Seto had his king, queen, and a pawn. His opponent had a king, bishop and a pawn, also. Seto looked up from the board for the first time, realizing his opponent's face was hidden behind a navy blue hooded cloak. He swore mentally. He didn't even know whom the hell he was playing in this game.

He defeated his opponent in four moves. His opponent remained emotionless and Seto leaned back in his seat. He wasn't prepared for what happened next.

The guy pulled his hood back, revealing his very familiar red, black and yellow hair… Seto should've known.

Yami stood. "You finally beat me in a game…" The words trailed off. He strolled over to the brunette.

Suddenly, hands were in Seto's hair and massaging his scalp. As his body heat went up a few notches, the tricolor haired boy stroked his neck gently. He had the urge to throw off his white coat and black sweater so he could be touched more. That may have been what his body wanted, but his mind told him to deal with it. Seto gripped the chair tightly. Yugi pushed his coat off, massaging his shoulders now. Kaiba swallowed hard, wishing this would stop, but unable to do anything.

He was going to lose control soon. Very soon. He relaxed his shoulders, easing the tension. Then he stood, but was pushed back onto a bed that came out of nowhere. Yami yanked Seto's necklace off and slipped his hands underneath the other's sweater.

He felt his pants tighten, letting out a quick gasp. His shirt was pulled off while he busied himself with the tricolor haired boy's cloak. By the time Seto had completely exposed the other's chest, his pants were on the floor and he was arching his back. Yugi pushed him further back the bed so he could get on himself. Next, he leaned down, taking Kaiba in his mouth.

The brunette gasped again, gripping the sheets under him. Yami's hands placed themselves on his hips and his tongue continued to work the taller boy. Seto barely bit back his moan and couldn't get his body to stop moving back and forth, mainly his hips. It was just impossible to hold still.

Don't moan, don't moan! Kaiba was practically screaming in his head. He didn't want anyone to know he was actually enjoying it. Seto's hands unconsciously grabbed the other's face lightly and attempted to tug him closer. In the process, he let out a tiny groan. Kaiba closed his eyes, feeling his climax coming. Soon, he cried out, filling Yugi's mouth completely and let go of him. He was breathing hard. Yugi pulled away and wiped his mouth, stroking Seto's still hard manhood. The brunette instantly felt tired, falling into a deep slumber. Yami pulled the covers over them both before snuggling against Kaiba.

Seto awoke gently sometime later, almost freaking out to the point that he came very close to falling out of the bed. Realizing it was just Keke's arm around his neck, he relaxed and purred softly. Seto remembered what happened before and stroked the front of his pants, not finding any wetness. But didn't he…? He slid his hand under the fabric, feeling the sensitive skin. He was clearly aroused, but didn't release already. He just needed to settle down.

Kaiba adjusted slowly, not waking Keke. He turned so he was on his back, having her still nestled in his hair on the pillow. Keke's arm dropped from his neck and she sleepily moved closer to his heat, further pressing into the side of his face. Seto told himself to forget about the dream for right now and get some sleep.

When Keke awoke, the place next to her was empty and the covers were all over the place. She sat up.

"I demand an explanation!"

"Let go of me and I'll give you one."

Keke rubbed her temples. Seto was mad, that she was sure of. She pulled on a pair of pants and stalked down the hall. "What the hell are you two yelling about?" Keke asked as she stood in the doorway to Set's bedroom.

Seto answered first, pointing at Set, who was still in his bed. "His stupid boyfriend is trying to convince me that I'm supposed to be gay!"

"I was completely unaware of this, so he can't blame me for it! And since when do you listen to your rival anyway?" Set countered.

"Fuck you." Seto turned away and folded his arms.

Set gazed at Keke with this he's-being-a-dick-so-don't-listen-to-him expression.

I guess I'll have to fix this myself… Keke thought. She walked over to Kaiba, touching his arms. "Why are you so mad at Set? He didn't do anything to you. Please don't blame him…"

Seto's arms fell to his sides and he looked into her face. "He was probably in on it too. He wants me to be gay so he can get me in bed with him."

Keke spoke very softly. "Seto…"

Kaiba tried not to melt at the tone of her voice. It made him want to put all of his anger in a box and ship it to the other side of the world. It was so hard to stay mad at anyone when she gave him that look. A quick vision of Set kissing him came into his mind.

Set stood, only clad in boxers, a glimpse of depression in his eyes. He closed them. "Our relationship can be that way if you want it to, Seto. It's completely up to you."

Seto stared blankly at him for a moment, then realized what he was talking about. "That's not how I want it to be. I love you Set, but not in that way! That thought just crossed my mind for a second… Yami's wrong! What I said was wrong!"

Set opened his eyes. Keke took Kaiba's hand. "Nobody's perfect. Not even Seto Kaiba."

"I know." He paused for a breath. "I know."

"Un, you two might want to leave now. Unless, you want to watch me change clothing." Set turned back to Seto and Keke, smirking.

If there were book anywhere in his sight, Seto would've thrown it at him. "Set!"

"Hmm, it's your decision." Set scratched his chin.

Kaiba ushered the female out. "I'll get you later Set!" He pushed her into her room and left for his own.

Set and Keke were sitting at a table when Seto came out. He sat on the sofa near the table, staring at Set's robes.

"It's called a kilt." The Egyptian said, reading Seto's thoughts, not even looking up from his book.

Sometimes I hate it when he does that, Seto thought.

"I don't do it a lot." Set replied.

"Set! Stop it!" The brunette exclaimed.

"Sorry. I will."

Keke took this brief pause to chime in. "Are either of you hungry?"

Both boys gazed at her, like she interrupted something.

"I mean… I haven't seen you both eat since the day before yesterday. I can make something if you'd like."

"Are you hungry, Keke?" Set asked politely.

"Un, maybe a little." Keke hid her embarrassment. Set figured it out.

Set stood. "Do you know how to make crepes?"

"Yes. I learned that in French class." Keke felt a bit shorter because of his height. She liked it better when they both sat and she stood. I live with two guys that completely tower over me. Take one guess at how I feel.

Seto continued to look them both over. "Set, sit back down."

"Why?" The priest said simply, turning to him.

"Because you're making people uncomfortable." He snuck a glance at the female.

"Explain yourself."

"I hate it when you're twice my size when you're standing and I'm sitting."

"Then why don't you stand up?"

Set dropped his gaze towards the ground. "I'm too lazy right now."

"Fine. Be that way." Set positioned himself on the vacant chair.

"Keke, go ahead and make your crepes." Seto addressed, looking at her again.

She just nodded and left for the kitchen.

Kaiba turned his gaze on Set. "Next time, be aware of what you're doing to others."

"What did I do?" The Egyptian asked questionably.

"See? You didn't even notice it."

"Notice what?"

"Quit asking so many questions! Anyway, you didn't realize Keke was uncomfortable when you stood up?"

"Was I supposed to notice? I'm sorry Seto. I can't see how people are really feeling like you can."

Seto patted his arm. "You don't have to be sorry. Just try to be more observant next time."

Meanwhile, Keke was in the kitchen with a pan. All right. Can Seto read minds? No, forget that idea. It seems like he always knows… Is everything about me always so obvious to him? She turned the stove on and placed the pan there. She got the ingredients out and started to mix them together.

Unexpectedly, hands clasped her hips and she almost jumped six feet in the air she was so startled.

A deep voice came from behind her. "Did I surprise you?"

"You did. I'm startled very easily." She commented in a whisper.

She felt his breath on her neck. "That's interesting. I'll try to remember it next time." He pulled back a few steps.

Keke turned around and it just happened to be Seto that was in front of her. "You wanted something?"

He shook his head. "No, I just thought I'd make myself useful."

"And how are you going to make yourself useful?"

"Do whatever you tell me to do." He stood next to her, gazing at her face.

"Do you know anything about pancakes?"

"Of course I do! But that's about the only thing I can make…"

She handed him the square spatula, going back to mixing the ingredients. He stared at it blankly for a few seconds, then dropped his hand. He walked over to the stove, positioning himself in front of it. Keke turned, finishing off the batter with the spoon. She poured it onto the pan.

"I don't know if I'm good at this or not so please don't get mad at me if I burn something!" Kaiba said in a very unsure tone.

"Like I am going to get mad at you. Who cares if you burn something, just don't burn everything." She concluded, getting in his face, well kind of…

"I'll attempt not to." He replied hesitantly.

And he burnt the first two, then did it right the rest of the time. They ended up with two black and six okay crepes.

"Should I just throw them out?" Seto finally asked, setting the plate with them on it down, the two black ones being on the very top.

"You could dull the taste with some whipped cream." Keke pointed out, grabbing it from the fridge.

She picked up one of the burnt crepes, ripping a small piece off and squirting some of the substance onto it.

"You're not going to make me eat that, are you?" He inquired softly.

"Not unless you want to eat it."

"No Thank You!" He assured her, as well as himself.

She pushed it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. "You can still taste that it's overcooked. Throw it."

Not thinking twice about it, he picked up the top two and tossed them into the trash. "I still think I suck at this."

"Why don't you go ask Set for his opinion?" Keke pulled out a few plates and placed the whipped cream and the chocolate sauce bottle on top of them.

"You have to admit, that guy is pretty truthful." Seto walked out of the kitchen with the food.

"I know. That's what I like about him." She followed him with the plates.

Kaiba appeared in Set's view first.

"Who made that?" He questioned.

"Well, I cooked and Keke mixed. I'm not very good at it." The CEO stated, setting it down on the table.

"That's okay. You don't have to cook perfectly, just as long as you don't serve the food you burn." The Egyptian commented.

"Point taken."

Set grabbed the brunette's chin, turning his face towards him. "I don't understand why you don't appreciate your own cooking."

"I'm just not good at it." Seto repeated, while Set stroked his chin tenderly.

The priest either moved closer to him or he pulled Kaiba closer. Seto didn't know which…

"What ever happened to the heartless, narcissistic jerk?"

"He comes and goes. He shows himself more out in public and almost completely takes over when I duel." He said a matter-of-factly.

"You're starting to sound like me by everything you say. Kind of like a split personality?"

"You could call it that."

The priest kissed his cheek. "I won't say anything else. It's not like you'd believe me anyway."

Seto sat in a chair a few spots away from him, putting his elbows on the table and covering the small blush on his nose. And it went away right when Keke strolled in with the plates.

The first thing she noticed was the silence in the room. "Are you guys okay?"

"I'm fine." Kaiba looked up and dropped his hands from his face.

"Same here." Set gave a small smile.

She placed plates in front of the two boys and one in front of her own seat before sitting directly between them. Both brunettes took one thin pancake. Seto didn't touch his at the moment, but watched intently as Set poured chocolate and whipped topping on his. Just before taking a bite, the priest noticed Kaiba watching him carefully.

"Is there a reason as to why you're staring at me?" He inquired quietly.

"Of course not! I was just… watching you to see if you liked my cooking…" The young CEO stuttered.

The Egyptian paused, looking at Seto for guilt. There wasn't any as far as he could see. Taking a bite slowly, he chewed thoughtfully, taking his sweet time. And it was annoying Seto… But hardly anyone would realize it unless they saw the outlines on his cheek where it was evident that he was clenching his jaw.

Set swallowed and expressed his opinion, "Pretty good for your first time cooking."

"Okay then." Kaiba leaned back in his chair. He took the toppings and spread them on the crepe. "If I get sick from this, it's completely your fault!"

Keke giggled slightly at him. "You must not trust your own cooking at all."

He rolled it up and took a bite. Then immediately set it down, gazing at what he just did by accident. The side of her face was covered in whipped cream, and she glared at no one in particular.

"Damn! Sorry." He managed to say, when a cunning idea struck him.

He smirked knowingly, leaning closer to her. He positioned her head a certain way so the side off her face was closer to him and his nose was pointing directly at it. Still holding onto her cheek and the back of her head, he leaned even closer and pressed his lips into the substance that lay on her other cheek. His tongue lapped while his soft lips moved on her cheek. And he went about it strategically, taking the smaller clumps first, then moving to the bigger spots, which had more. When he finished, he kissed her clean and didn't pull back for a while.

"Ooo, you're going to get it now." Keke challenged in a whisper.

She pulled his head back and held the nape of his neck as she gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. Seto broke after a few minutes, regardless of what his lust-filled brain preferred. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

She touched his forehead, causing him to gaze up. "You are one sexy man." She spaced the last three words out and said them like each was one sentence. Then she dropped her hand and adjusted in her seat.

Seto gave a light sigh and turned as well. They all finished off the food and Keke collected the plates, taking them to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang, causing Seto to stand up.

"I'll go answer it…" He trailed off, walking into the hall where the door was at.

He opened the door and it happens to be Kimo standing in front of him. "What the hell do you want?" Kaiba asked suspiciously.

"How about you hand over that Egyptian God to me, Kaiba?" The bodyguard said.

"How about NO?" The CEO countered with another question.

Kimo pulled out a knife, pointing it at him. "Wrong answer!" He lunged at the brunette.

Seto jumped out of the way, kicking the man in the stomach. Kimo grabbed his ankle and pulled him down, thrusting the knife towards his chest. Seto hooked both hands around the weapon and pushed it upward all the while the bodyguard pushed it downward.

Kaiba grunted painfully as the dagger was pushed closer to his chest while attempting as hard as he could to move it away. His eyes focused more on the spot where Kimo was trying to push it in rather than the actual weapon.

He's aiming for my heart! Seto shouted mentally. He's trying to kill me! And I can't hold this off much longer. Wait! If I thrust the knife that way, then he won't murder me, he'll just injure me. Which is more important? My heart or my stomach?

He took the brief pause in the man's strength to thrust the dagger away from his heart, but it plunged right into his mid-chest, just beneath his heart… Seto cried out in agony loudly.

Back in the kitchen… Keke dried off her hands from doing the dishes when she heard a tortured shout. She turned around, looking towards the hall in worry.

Now back to the fight… Seto growled fiercely at the man towering over him. Kimo hadn't gotten to his feet yet, so he took advantage of the moment. Kaiba slammed his foot right into the bodyguard's place where it really hurts. He tumbled backward, crashing into the wall.

Seto locked his hands around the handle of the weapon and tried to yank it out. It didn't budge. He groaned sorely as he tugged on it again. Still, it didn't move. Why can't I pull it out? I should be able to! I'm not some weakling! He stared at the blood which was very hard to see because of the black shirt he was wearing. I once heard somewhere that when the body gets something stuck in it it's impossible to pull out because the body doesn't want to bleed to death. That's why this is so hard!

He closed his eyes, giving up. He needed someone else's help to accomplish this. And about a minute later his girlfriend stumbled in.

"What happened to you? I could hear you groaning in pain." She said, clearly uncomfortable and worried.

"I'll explain later," he replied weakly, "just help me pull this out."

She kneeled down next to him and placed her hands over his, jerking the dagger out. He gave a shout as it came out. Unbeknownst to them, someone stood up behind them. Seto rolled over, taking Keke with him and he ended on the top. Kimo's foot landed with a thud on the floor. She grabbed Kaiba and pushed him into a sitting position against the far wall, away from the bodyguard. She stood in front of her boyfriend.

"Why don't you just leave him alone?" Keke questioned.

"Why don't I pick on a pretty little girl like you that's nothing compared to me? Kaiba's probably going to bleed to death anyway." Kimo laughed wickedly.

Seto glared at him. Kimo picked up the knife. "Or maybe I should speed up the process?" He added, walking towards them. He stood in front of her for a minute. "Why don't you get out of my way before I decide to hurt you as well?"

Keke didn't move. The man sliced her cheek, creating a long cut on the side of her face. She gave him a death glare. "You'll have to get past me first before you get Kaiba!"

Seto gripped the back of her shirt. "No! I don't want you to get hurt! Keke, no!"

She ignored him for the moment. "Why don't you fight me like a man? Anybody can kill a person with a weapon! Lets see if you can hurt me with your fists, or are you to chicken to drop your knife?" She mocked.

That got the jerk pissed. "I'll show you!" He threw the dagger at the opposite wall, where it stuck out of the wallpaper. He threw a fist at her. She dodged and stepped away from Seto, putting more distance between her and the stupid bastard. Kaiba's expression was worry. The man wanted him, not her. So by stepping away, she was putting him in danger, but the bodyguard wasn't paying attention to him anymore. His attention was on her. He had forgotten about Seto, for the time being.

He felt himself slipping into a dreamy state. Feeling tired and dizzy, he closed his eyes and rested more of his weight against the wall. They instantly shot back open, though.

I can't fall unconscious! What if Keke needs my help? Kimo might hurt her and then it will be all my fault if he murders her! I'm not going to let that happen no matter what! Seto's determination was greater than his tiredness. He stood up slowly, using the wall for support, while holding his chest. His breath came in pants and gasps.

The bastard had gotten Keke down on the floor and was holding her wrists. She was struggling like there was no tomorrow. She threw him off and sat up. He stood up, towering over her.

"Stupid Jackass!" She yelled while backing up, coming in contact with the wall.

"I'm the one you want, bastard!" Kaiba shouted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. It drew the man's mind off of her, and on him.

He strolled over and stood in front of her.

"It's YOUR funeral." Kimo stated, coming closer.

Seto held his ground. Right when the man was about to lunge at him, he whipped a hand out as fast as lightning and hit him very harshly with the duel disk on his wrist. That knocked Kimo out cold, and a moment later, Seto collapsed in Keke's lap, breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around his chest, hugging him tightly to her. His head landed on her shoulder.

"Keke… just.. look after me…" He gasped.

"I will. I will, Seto." She repeated reassuringly, before he pasted out.