Chapter Three- Euphoria

AN: This next chapter will contain a lemon. For all of you on sorry. I'm not about to include it here and get kicked off for a second time. If you want to read the full version look for it on or e-mail me at the specified address and I'll send it to you. For all you on mediaminer, get ready for some guy on guy action! Yipppeeee!

After a moment Seto composed himself and put away his empty weapon, riding the last of his sweet hallucinations to their fullest.

" That was some of your best work." Yami remarked, but Seto saw through the flirtatious flattery. Hie ignored the Egyptian and turned to one of the suits, who had watched the whole thing silently and without conscience.

" Take care of this." He said, waving a hand to the three corpses. " And have the stolen product taken back up to the major Kaiba building for shipping."

" Yes, Sir." Barked the drone, and Seto jerked his head towards Yami in a signal for him to follow. Soon they were alone in the brunette's limo, behind the safety of the driver/passenger separation window. No sooner were they concealed did Yami throw hierarchy to the wind and started to rub Seto's chest suggestively as he inched closer.

" That was well done, my friend." He praised. " You saved yourself from entering the first mob war with the Russians. I've always admired the quickness with which you disperse of your enemies."

Seto leaned back against the leather apolstery and groaned as the crash set in.

" Do you have any with you?"

The Egyptian grinned devilishly. " Ah, I would do anything for you, gorgeous Asian of mine." He mused thoughtfully as he straddled the brunette.

Expertly he pinned him, and once again Kaiba allowed it, only because once Yami and he got started, there were unearthly pleasures to be reached.

" But I'll only give you some now if you take me home with you. It has been forever, Seto."

The brunette's eyes flashed. Quickly he reached out and grabbed a lock of Yami's hair and pulled it until his lutennient winced.

" Never, call me Seto!" he snarled. The car's movements were making him sick and his headache was returning.

Yami chuckled and pressed his lips to his, cutting off what might've been a psychotic rampage with his tongue. The Egyptian uttered small groans as Seto responded fiercely.

He was not about to be outdone by his lutennient. With slender hands he nearly ripped Yami's shirt off, hungry for more, a slave to his desire who believed himself controlled.

" Care to get a head start?" he teased as he pushed Yami pointedly to his knees, watching as with mounting excitement the Egyptian undid his jeans.

"Hmmm. As you wish."

Seto rose again to the imposing light of the afternoon sun, tangled in the sheets with his lutennient. He let loose a throaty sigh at this comfortable position, then snapped out of it and shoved Yami roughly awake.

" Get up."

Yami rubbed his eyes and smiled." You're sooo charming." He stated sarcastically, then took Kaiba's hand and pulled him back down onto the bed.

" Where are you going? We have more time."

Seto yanked away and pushed him again, annoyed. " don't you have some work to attend to?"

Yami's eyes narrowed. " No."

" I'm sure I can invent some." Seto muttered.

The last effects of the Drug had worn off both of them by now, revealing the stark shabbiness of the sun's hours.

" Why do you always do this!" Yami finally asked, angry. " I go to bed with a god and wake up with a frigid asshole."

Seto rolled his eyes. His lutennnient was so cumbersome when he was strait.

" Let's not make this more than it is." He responded crabbily as he pulled on a pair of blue canvas pants. " I wouldn't want to ruin the fling with sentiments and drama. Again."

Yami's eyes widened and his shoulders sagged with hurt. " I don't do flings." He protested. " I…why can't you understand that?"

Seto smirked. " Forgive me for getting the wrong impression, but, as I've said before, when a guy jumps into bed with you on a whim you get the feeling he does that sort of thing all the time. That, and the fact that you seem to have rather extensive experience. So don't try the guilt trip on me. Besides, I don't do 'relationships."

Yami reddened and stood, turning his back to the brunette as he dressed.

" Contrary to what you may've heard or believe, my cynical companion, I am both faithful and loyal to you. In fact, when you come down to it, you're the only one I've ever , what I mean is, I…"

Kaiba snorted. " What do you mean? Do you even know, or are you going to continue wasting my time with your preaching?"

Yami's eyes filled with furious tears, and his hands became fists.

" YOU BASTARD! MY GRANDFATHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU! YOU ARE HEARTLESS! I HAVE GIVEN YOU ALL THAT I AM! MY LIFE! MY HONOR! MY BODY! I ALLOWED YOU TO BRING ME INTO THIS UNDERWORLD UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE TO COME BACK OUT AND I HAD TO LEAVE BEHIND EVERYTHING!"

The Egyptian paused to catch his breath, then went on with quieter venom.

" And you want to know something? When I'm with you, it's worth it. When we're high and making love I'm in heaven, but invariably a hell awaits. I don't want to be a lutennient! I want to be your equal partner….your lover, your friend. Is that so hard to understand?"

Seto chuckled, then laughed outright wickedly so that he had to hold onto his dresser for support. Yami was completely distraught as he responded.

" So I guess all those orgies at 'Equilibrium' are just innocent nun parties, huh?"

Yami was mortified. " You send me to those!" he whispered. " You send me there to look for potential buyers! I'm on duty there, except when I'm with you."

A flicker of guilt was readable on Seto's face. Only for a second, as he gazed at this angry, beautiful creature. He'd picked him up three years ago at one of the local high schools and seduced him with himself and the drug. He'd been a twirpy freshman then. Now he was at least three feet taller and a whole lot more streetwise.

And damaged. This vulnerability proved it. Without heroin, he couldn't face reality.

" Go away Yami." he spat. " The next time I want you, you will be informed."

Yami's tears fell and he punched the nearest wall. " Fuck you! There won't be a next time. I quit! I am out of here forever."

At this Seto spun around and drew the stick knife he kept hidden always in his left wristband. Quickly he slammed the Egyptian against the bed and climbed on top of him, aiming the blade directly hat his throat. He gazed into the fearful crimson eyes and pressed the knife closer and closer until Yami grunted and with dread and pain. This wasn't passion play. The brunette was dead serious.

" I don't think so." Seto growled through gritted teeth. " You're mine, Yami. I taught you. I molded you and gave you a position in my army. I own you. If I say go somewhere, you go. If I tell you to shut up, you don't say another fucking word."

Seto leaned forward and mauled the Egyptian with a harsh, selfish kiss that bruised so that Yami made an unpleasant sound. When he broke off the tri-haired teen let out a throaty sob.

" And when I say that this means nothing, you do NOT argue. You're hot Yami, but that'll only get you so far with me. Understand? I said, do you UNDERSTAND!"

Yami choked back tears and nodded. " Y-yes sir." He answered quietly. Seto grinned evilly and stood.

" Excellent. And who are you?"

Yami lowered his eyes. " I am your lutennient and your servant, Sir."

" Right. Now get the hell out of my house and make sure those drones covered all our tracks last night. I don't want to hear from you again until you assure me both that they won't be found and that Vladimir has called off his threats against me."

Yami sniffed and composed himself, then looked up again.

" Yes, Sir."

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