Title: Oidche Shamhna
Author: Crimson Eyed Dragon
Pairing: Seto/Yami
Rating: R/M
Warnings: Language, angst, character death, lemon
Summary: Halloween – a time for families to go out and enjoy themselves, but to one man, it's a night worth staying home.
Status: 3/4
Oidche Shamhna means "The night of the Samhain"
Warning: Lemon in this chapter: don't like then don't read. (Basically, the whole chapter is a lemon)
The wind howled, as if in anguish when it passed through the swaying tree branches. The melody was now one of sorrow and longing, the invisible air trying desperately to wrap around something tangible, something for it to hold onto, swirling around a lone silhouette that stood outside the mansion amongst the trees, eyes trained on the small flicker of light coming from the window above him.
A movement off to his left drew his attention away from the beacon and his eyes narrowed as he watched the nightly wind carry something towards him. He stood still, letting the crying breeze complete its mission, bringing the small, slightly charred message to him. Holding his hand out, palm up, he let the paper drift down and land, eyes scanning the remaining words…
I want, no, long to….
With a sad smile, the man closed his hand, eyes going back to the small, welcoming light. His feet began to move, making no sound on the leaf-littered ground, carrying him towards the house and towards the lone occupant that was waiting for him inside. Reaching the door, he shook his head in annoyance and a bit of mirth when he found it wide open. With one last look out to the land behind him, he opened his hand and watched silently as the wind once again picked up the message and whisked it away along with one of his own.
Soon. Be patient.
Making his way into the house, his eyes searched for any sign his lover had left, some signal that he had been waited on. The dying fragrance of his favorite meal lingered in the air and the memory of its taste caused him to smile. Walking by the kitchen, passing his meal up, he walked into the living room and caught sight of his most treasured items laying out on the coffee table and his eyes softened. His lover had gone through so much for him.
With one last look at his fourth and most precious dragon, he turned and headed for the stairs. His spirit had been longing for a night like this and it was time for it to begin.
"Atemu, wake up love."
Crimson eyes blinked open, searching for the owner of the voice that woke him up. In the pale moonlight, by his bed, Seto stood there, looking down on at him with a smile on his face. "About time sleepyhead."
Trying to yawn and smile at the same time –something he was failing at- Atemu sat up in the bed. But taking in the CEO's form, he frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"You're wearing that shirt. You know how much I hate that t-shirt." It was true, he loathed the sight of the gray cotton shirt with the dark stain in the center that he wished he had the power to get rid of, to make it clean once again.
Nodding his head, Seto grabbed the end of the material and pulled it up over his head then letting it drop to the floor beside him. "Better?"
Once the newly bared flesh, the moonlight reflected beautifully on the almost ivory complexion, Atemu couldn't help but admire the man before him. "Yes, much better. Coming to bed?"
Without saying a word, Seto lifted the covers and slid in beside his lover, sapphire and crimson locking onto each other. So much emotion passed between them that Atemu's heart seemed to skip a beat as Seto leaned forward and kissed him.
I love you.
I need you.
I want… We want…Atemu shivered as a hand ghosted over his chest, slowly working its way up to his neck, fingers working to caress his heated skin. He frowned into the kiss, the action not going unnoticed by Seto.
"What's wrong now?"
"You're so cold."
With a sad smile, Seto leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Well then, you'll just have to warm me up won't you?"
Little tingles of excitement and longing raced down his spine as those lips landed on his neck, gently coaxing his eyes to close and a soft moan to escape. Feather light touches aroused him even further as they inched their way slowly down his chest and back up again. He gasped, back arching when pale fingers pinched his nipple ever so slightly, just enough to make him want more.
Crimson eyes opened slowly, focused solely on the man before him. He was met with a vision of soulful blue looking back at him.
…need…
…want…
….forever….
Atemu moaned, eyes breaking away from his lover to roll back into his head as a hand cupped him through the flimsy cotton material of his shorts. "Seto…"
"Yes love?" Seto asked as he began to pull down the material, leaving him exposed in the bathing moonlight for his hungry eyes to gaze upon.
"Don't…"
"…tease me."
Seto laughed and the scowl on Atemu's face and continued his sweet torture of barely sliding his fingertips over the velvet skin of the hardened member in front of his face. He perched his head in the palm of his free hand and entertained himself with watching the various faces his lover was making.
"But, I enjoy it so much. I mean I'm the only one who can make the famous King of Games flustered with just a single touch or even a look."
Atemu growled, eyes closing and his hands fisting in the sheets beneath him as Seto leaned forward and casually licked the tip of his cock, humming in satisfaction at the taste of his golden lover.
"Bastard," he hissed even as he spread his legs further, hoping that Seto would take the hint and have mercy on him. He swore mentally, that if the CEO didn't hurry up he was going to take matters in his own hands and let the taller man learn what it felt like to be on the bottom.
Seto chuckled again as he buried his face in the juncture of Atemu's thigh, breathing deeply and inhaling the wonderful slightly musky scent. "Think of it as you waiting for me to draw my next card and play my winning move. You would have to be patient even then."
This time, Atemu was the one laughing, "I've been waiting on you to have a winning move since our first battle."
He growled, nipping the tender flesh of a shapely thigh, reprimanding his smaller lover silently. "Bastard Pharaoh. I'll show you…."
Atemu yelped and then laughed when Seto lifted himself up and pounced on him, pinning his arms above his head and glared at him from above. Teasing each other had always been a part of their strange foreplay, each of them letting their carefully built shields down only when it was late at night, locked away behind the walls of their shared bedroom.
The laughter was immediately quelled when Seto crushed their lips together, rocking his hips in order to bring their arousals closer together. A moan escaped Atemu's lips and his lover's warm muscle slipped in, taking advantage of it. Heat radiated off each other, fueling the fires within both of them.
Pulling back, dark sapphire eyes watched his lover's face intently, loving every single expression that crossed his features as one of his hands caressed the silken flesh of the man beneath him. Releasing Atemu's hands, he carefully slid down the golden body, grabbing the lube that had been lying on the bed beside them, and covered his fingers thoroughly.
His eyes never lifted from the face of the smaller man as he carefully inserted one finger into Atemu's tight passage. He absolutely loved watching the exotic man while he made love to him. They were one and the same in many ways, including their lack of open emotion, even in front of each other. But here and now, Atemu would lose control, turn into a withering, begging mess before him and it was all for his eyes only. And on those lonely business trips he so often had to take, he would sit back in his hotel room, close his eyes, and replay every single heated flush, moan, growl, and cries of passion that his lover gave him.
"Open your eyes for me," Seto asked, as he inserted yet another finger, curling them slightly and brushing against that wonderful sweet spot.
Complying with the simple request, Atemu opened his eyes with a moan, their lust-clouded depths looking at the man preparing him. Another finger was added, scissoring him, stretching him and his own body moved on its own, pushing himself down, and drawing the slim appendages further into his body.
Seto moaned as he felt his boyfriend move against him, his cock twitching at the erotic sight before him. Atemu whimpered as Seto pulled his fingers out, only to add some more silky liquid to his hand, to coat the hardened member jutting out between pale legs. Crawling forward, Seto crushed their lips together once again, longing and need passing between them in an unspoken whisper, and Seto pressed himself up against Atemu's entrance.
Ending the kiss, both sets of eyes locked on each other and the message was clear…
"I love you," Seto whispered into the night air as he carefully slid into Atemu's body, tight heat wrapping around his arousal, drawing him in even further. He panted, stilling himself and letting Atemu adjust to him, desire etched on his golden features. Slowly, he eased back out of him, before thrusting back in using the same pace. He was in no rush to end this just yet.
Atemu moaned loudly, his head tossing back and forth as he wrapped his firm legs around Seto's waist, keeping their bodies together as much as possible. It had been so long, so long since they were last together, holding and loving each other as if they were the only two on the face of the earth. He needed this, he longed for this night to come and it was finally here. His love was with him, in him, making love to him and he felt complete again for the first time since then.
They moved together, as if their souls were tightly wound around each other, as if they were linked in ways not even yami and hikari could comprehend. Each touch, each kiss, and wordless devotion was in perfectly harmony with the other.
Sapphire eyes watched beautiful crimson convey all the love and passion that his lover could not voice. But he understood fully, there had never been a need to use words to express how they felt. They just knew. Seto whispered his lover's name into the dark surroundings, his hands gripping bronzed hips to delve deeper into Atemu.
I want, no, long to….
Soon. Be patient.
I love you.
I need you.
I want… We want…….forever….
Sweet, precious time dwindled with the sinking moon in the horizon. Seto released Atemu's hips and grasped the neglected member, pumping it in time with his thrusts, still watching and listening and Atemu moaned his name over and over again, body arching at the delicious contact and wonderful release. Atemu's body shuddered beneath him as his orgasm began to fade at the same time Seto filled him with his essence, coating him with wet warmth.
Pulling out of the now placid body under him, Seto untangled their limbs, laid down and gathered his small lover into his arms. He held him tight, feeling Atemu shiver against him and placed loving kisses on the man's forehead.
"Atemu, I…."
Atemu shook his head, burying himself further into Seto's embrace, holding onto the taller man as if he would disappear at any moment. "Don't, just hold me for a bit longer? I'm not ready for it to happen yet."
Sighing, Seto peered over his lover's shoulder, looking out the window to the dying moon before snuggling closer to the man that needed him now.
"For as long as I can, love."
Dragon: One more chapter to go!