Chapter III: Erotic Spirits

"Mr. Kaiba, kindly state the proper coordinates of the math problem," came the professional request of the elder professor.

Idly was he not, as he swished his pencil, following random movements of checks and forming numbers. Intellectually, he had gained, yet another perfect score on the latest math test, upon history test, upon gym assessment, upon language quiz… the list had gone on.

Albeit his heart had been only tightening ever so much more on the reminiscence of his last and latest appointment. The outrageous accusations of the doctor that he was homosexual. That he was in a fit of denial. That he was in love with Yami Mutou and disgusted for it, as he turned it to hate.

All of it was complete nonsense. How could he love Yami? That incessant Pharaoh who claimed that happiness laid in that of the genuine soul with friendship and kindness and what not. It went against everything he believed in, let alone tolerated. You could not give your heart or your blessings to anyone without doing something in turn—it was not the least bit rewarding.

He hated Yami and had no time to think of him—he was too preoccupied with his company and little brother. But that, in all logic made no sense. If he was so damn busy, then how could he have so much free time and assurance in the stock market for decades? And how could he be constantly fueling his never-ending hate for Yami? It was all too confusing.

It had all became too true in the previous period, in which it was gym class. The task seemed all too challenging to tear his eyes away from Yami as he shed his clothing for his gym attire, and especially while he casually bathed in the shower. Kaiba's impulse had held him back from ravishing him at that second, as well as the prying eyes of the other boys in the shower room.

He sighed coolly, as he recalled witnessing Yami cleanse his private parts and then resume to the rest of his wet body. It made absolutely no sense, how could he be attractive and so arousing? Help, did it not as he spied Yami throwing him a sensual pout, and then a snicker. The nerve!

"Mr. Kaiba?" came the worried inquiry of the teacher.

His eyes trailed away from the lustful Yami and to the old teacher.

"Yes?"

"Are you feeling alright? You seem to have dazed off."

"I suppose the trials of my company have worn me down," came his cool answer. At it, the entire classroom fell silent. Pins could be heard dropping for miles. It did not take a genius such as himself to read their minds. All of them going, Kaiba—worn down? What is the world coming to?

"Do you suggest you take leave to the nurse's office?" the teacher uttered in shock.

"No, I'll be alright," replied Kaiba. "And the correct answer was negative 8 or the approximate form of negative 7.99999856, detaining upon the Y axis intersecting at the positive coordinates of the approximate 7.557 or 8 as well. It is an intercalate question with the vertices given."

Again the class resumed to look on him with utmost shock and surprise to his accuracy and the teacher's praise. But how so, Kaiba could only focus on Yami and his lewd looks.

The time had come at the end of the day for the classes of Domino High to cease and dispel. Students littered the halls and outside streets breaking off into pairs and groups in merry conversation. Kaiba, however, was naturally following his own two feet to his own way.

He halted at the sultry voice behind him to his address and found it not the least surprising at it was Yami nonetheless.

"Kaiba," he called. "I suppose you are not in the bleakest of moods for formalities."

"Please, Yami, I have had enough with the looks you threw at me in math today, and I doubt you've been anticipating I lay down the rules and respectful regulations of those in Ancient Egypt. Honestly, just fuck the history teacher, she's from Egypt."

Yami smirked and moved closer, failing to see Kaiba draw away but simply walk to his awaiting Porsche.

"Kaiba, is this how you always go about when you resume into someone's flirtations? I expected you take me right there in the boys' locker room in gym class today, but you are set on playing hard to get, are you not?"

"What you're implying is ridiculous! I HATE YOU! For Christ's sakes, who the hell is playing, Yami!"

"You wish to play, do you, Kaiba?" Yami taunted leaning in. "We'll play then, and I will show you once and for all that I am truly the King of Games and always will be."

"Now you've gone ballistic and claimed to be the forever King of Games? We'll see about that!" He challenged.

"We will, indeed, Kaiba," he stormed. "We shall duel as one does old-fashioned in the far terrace. And I shall show you the true duel master."

"We'll go in my Porsche, and we shall see," Kaiba lethally growled.

Kaiba was well aware of his erection, but pride kept him from doing anything about it as they drove coolly to the aforementioned terrace.

"I play, the Dark Magician, in defense mode, and one card face down," came Yami's latest move.

The two had proven to keep their 'flirtations' intact as they started to duel—remaining at a morbid standstill in even life points. Kaiba thought nothing of it as he had his second dragon resting upon the field. It was at that moment, Yami's eyes flashed.

As his hand went forward to summon his card, a loose button had come undone from his shirt. It did only more to reveal the fine pecks beneath his shirt.

"What's the matter, Kaiba?" Yami stated coolly. "Did you drop something."

It was then that every last word of the doctor's assessment had sunk in. His detailed obsession with Yami and lust. His homosexuality. Everything! It was at that moment his erection caught on fire right then and there.

"Yami!" he yelled loudly, emitting startled chirps from birds taking frightened flight.

"Kaiba…" Yami breathed as the brunet came closer.

The two duelist champions then met their lips with a sizzling kiss, letting their hands rove their private places. Kaiba ached with need as his tongue wandered Yami's and tore off his clinging uniform.

The Pharaoh's hands explored Kaiba's every curve…

Yami surpressed a moan, ignoring what heed left to haste in removing his rival's clothing. Rips and shredding of the plain uniforms surrounded them in the forest. Kaiba remained atop in the dominant stage.

At last the two lay nude above one another, sweating at the friction and ill contact. Yami lay beneath pumping Kaiba's needy erection as the brunet did his.

He had witness various vulgarities before him in the monstrosity of the boy's washroom and shower at the show of males before him, caressing every part of their mate's body, now it was his turn to do the same to Yami.

Instantly, he slid his fingers into Yami's awaiting tongue, letting the royal saliva wet his hand. Carefully, sliding them in his opening, he attempted to pleasure him, massaging him in and out.

His hands took in every part of his lover's body, letting his tongue have any taste. Kaiba released his fingers and abruptly applied a third, sending Yami into a heavenly bliss. His penis burned at the aroused sight of him.

Royal urgent hands entangled themselves at the bed of curls above the millionaire's groin, caressing the velvety erect flesh. It was then, the demanding hands of Kaiba shooed them away and threw a wanton glare at Yami sending the both of them mixed messages.

The duelists gasped and groaned as the CEO rammed deeply within the Pharaoh. This left him in a lusted fog, effortlessly creating an agonizing rhythm gradually falling off key with the eagerness of Kaiba.

Yami's nails aligned various red streaks of pleasure upon the brunet's back, digging deeper as he neared released. Kaiba's tongue danced in and out of Yami's mouth with hot breaths as both neared their edges.

The CEO's hand pumped Yami's crisp erection, faster, harder, until he cried his name. He climaxed, his seed sailing on Kaiba's abdomen. Momentarily, the brunet followed with another thrust, finalizing their hours of love making.

"KAIBA!"

"OH, YAMI!"

Kaiba collapsed upon Yami, who in turn caressed his sweaty form moving closer.

The two drifted silently closer, as the moments flew by, letting them sink into their love of nothingness. Only Yami broke the silent surface with an inquiry of his own to share.

"Kaiba?" he whispered, sullenly.

"Yes," the brunet replied.

"Do you really hate me?"

"No. I was only lying because I thought you hated me."

"Kaiba."

"Yes."

"I love you."

"As I love you, my pharaoh."

Crisply, Kaiba let himself drift into a careless sleep. Inwardly he smiled—the doctor did do a good job after all.

THE END