Unum - Part D
(Warning: Lemon in chapter!)
"Mokuba, this is my friend Yami. Yami, this is my little brother, Mokuba."
They shake hands
"Nice to meet you, Yami."
"Likewise, Mokuba."
"Well, come on in. Dinner will be ready shortly."
"Thanks!"
As Yami passes by, Mokuba eyes his brother significantly. Seto has never brought anyone by to meet him and Simon. And to bring them to Thanksgiving dinner of all things! Does Seto realize what kind of statement he's making? Mokuba sighs to himself, following the two into the living room where Seto introduces Yami to Simon and Mokuba's girlfriend Cydia. Maybe he's making too much of this. Maybe, for the first time in his life, Seto just actually has a friend.
He frowns. If that's the case, then why hasn't Seto's hand moved from the small of Yami's back since they came in?
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Thanksgiving dinner is great. He can't remember having a better time. Maybe it's because Yami is here.
He glances over at his jovial companion, unable to quell the smile that crosses his face at the sight of the spiked head laughing heartily at one of Simon's jokes.
Instead of going away, Seto's attraction to Yami has grown exponentially. Not that he's ever acted on it, just enjoyed the warm feelings, though they're starting to become a problem as he dreams of Yami regularly, but he doesn't care. Every moment in Yami's presence is a balm to his spirit and he won't give that up.
The last month or so, it's been difficult to find time to spend together as Seto's new duties as bishop take up an enormous amount of his time. It's made worse by the fact that Yami is back in school for his Master's in English.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Mokuba whispers to him.
He looks away from Yami, narrowing his eyes at his little brother.
"What's that mean?" he prods.
"Seto, you were staring. Did you want Simon to see you?"
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"No, I wasn't," he grimaces, getting angry.
"You were. Liar, liar, pants on fire!"
Seto throws back his head and laughs. Mokuba always had a knack for breaking through his anger.
"What's so funny," Cyndia smiles.
"Inside joke," Mokuba giggles beside his brother.
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"Your family is nice, Seto," Yami complements as Seto drives him home.
"Thanks. What about your family? Don't they miss you?"
A long pause. Seto turns to Yami when they get to a stoplight.
"Yami?"
"I have no family, Seto. I was raised in an orphanage from age three after my parents died in a car accident. They were both orphans themselves and had me very young, at 19. I survived with a few minor scrapes. They called it a miracle. Or the polite ones did anyway. The others said it was because I had evil spirits protecting me."
"What?"
"I lied to you, Seto," he continues quietly after a few moments.
"What do you mean, Yami? Lied about what," he questions evenly. They were nearly at Yami's apartment, but Seto didn't want to leave things like this.
Yami keeps silent until they pull into a space in front of his building.
"Would you like to come up," Yami questions politely as he gets out of the car.
"Are you going to tell me what you lied about," Seto asks soberly.
"Sure."
"Then I'll come up."
After several minutes of silence and the pouring of two cups of tea, Seto has had enough.
"Yami, I thought you said you'd tell me what you lied about if I came up. I'm here, so why aren't you talking?"
"Just prolonging the end."
"The end of what?"
"Of this. Of this…friendship."
"You're talking nonsense."
"We'll see."
"Not if you don't start talking we won't. It's late and I don't plan to sit here all night."
Yami narrows his eyes.
"Then go! I wouldn't want to keep you from you duties, priest!"
"Yami, what's gotten into you?"
The shorter man stands and walks over to the seated priest.
"What's gotten into me? Do you have any idea how hard it was to get through tonight and not…" he breaks off and turns away.
"What! Yami, what's going on?"
"I love you."
Seto nearly falls out of the chair.
"W-what!"
"I love you!" Yami screams. "And my hair isn't like this because of something I put in it, it's natural! That's why the people at the orphanage thought I was evil and why no one ever adopted me.
"And I'm not back in school for my Master's degree because I never finished college! I just told you that so you wouldn't feel bad about your duties taking all of our time together."
"And I'm not from Japan! I'm from a small town in Texas. Rebecca is real. And she was my wife. And I am gay and came to San Francisco to be free. But that was three years ago, not nine months ago like I said. And I don't have any friends here but you, because I didn't want to have any friends because I've always been a loner."
He hangs his head dejectedly at Seto's wide-eyed stare and continues.
"And Ryou/Bakura was my first boyfriend. And the attempt I told you about wasn't an attempt because he…he…And the charges were against him, not me. I did crack his skull, but it was ruled self-defense because he was out on parole for doing the same thing he did to me. And there haven't been any others since then. And Tanji isn't my boyfriend he's the 10 year old I baby-sit for extra cash and home-cooked meals for the widow downstairs.
"And I don't work in that office I showed you, I work in the mailroom. I just didn't want you to think less of me.
"And those are all my lies, Seto. I'm sorry. I'm sure you want to go now."
As Yami begins moving toward the door, Seto grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him into his lap, Yami's legs landing on either side of his own, straddling him. Yami's eyes widen at the action and the intensity in Seto's gaze.
Breathing raggedly, Seto leans in and captures Yami's lips with his own. The first kiss is soft, teasing but soon blossoms into hot, wet, possessive, tongue kisses. Wrapping his arms around Yami, Seto stands, Yami's legs wrapped around his waist, and heads for the bedroom.
'So much for vows of celibacy,' he thinks to himself as he practically rips his and Yami's clothes off.
"Are you sure?" Seto whispers into Yami's lips as lotion covered fingers circle his entrance.
"Yes!" Yami gasps, kissing him fiercely.
Seto takes his time preparing Yami, using first one, then two, then three fingers to stretch him before coating his painful arousal.
"Ready?" he pants into the lightly tanned shoulder.
"Yes," Yami moans, "Please Seto."
Slowly he enters the tight passage, pausing often to prolong his pleasure. As it's his first time with anyone other than his own hand, his body is hypersensitive, keeping him on the edge of release. Once sheathed inside Yami's tight warmth, he lays there a few minutes, panting and shaking with the exertion of not coming immediately.
"Seto?" Yami tightens his grip around the man's back.
"Shhh," Seto replies shakily. "Just…give me a minute."
"Okay."
Yami lays perfectly still, allowing Seto to calm down enough to enjoy their time together. He's sure this is the priest's first time with anyone as Seto had told him about joining the priest hood at 16.
After a few more minutes, Seto starts moving slowly, establishing a rhythm against Yami's prostate that has both of them quivering with excitement.
"Yami…" Seto pants into the other's ear.
"Mmm?" he replies languidly.
"You want to know all my dirty little secrets, Yami?" he growls, picking up his pace.
"Yes, Seto," Yami moans as Seto nips at his neck. "Tell me all your dirty little secrets."
"I've wanted you like this for a long time, Yami," he pants, adding a circular motion to his thrusts.
"More, Seto," Yami moans. "Tell me more."
"And I've been thinking of leaving the priesthood, Yami," Seto thrusts in earnest.
"For me?" Yami gasps, matching Seto's rhythm.
"For me, Yami. And for you. So I can do this to you always," he moans, capturing Yami's lips in another fierce kiss before leaning to nip at a shoulder.
"S-Seto," Yami gasps as Seto's rhythm speeds up again and he reaches around to grasp Yami's arousal. Yami's so ready that it only takes four quick yanks by Seto to send him over the edge.
"Aaaaahhh!" Yami cries out at his release as Seto begins thrusting erratically.
"And you know what else, Yami?" Seto pants into the other's shoulder as his climax draws nearer.
"What, Seto," he gasps.
"I love you too," he whispers as his release comes and he presses Yami into the firm mattress.
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They awaken the next morning, tangled in each other's arms under the sheets, Yami still a bit sore from the night before.
"I love you," Seto whispers into Yami's unruly spikes. Yami snuggles closer.
"Are you really leaving the priesthood?"
A pause.
"I don't know."
"If you don't, we can't do this anymore. I don't like being the cause of you breaking your vows."
"I don't like breaking my vows."
"I'm sorry, Seto. I'm sorry for making you doubt your commitment."
He tightens his grip around Yami.
"It's not your fault. I doubted my place in that world before I met you. Knowing you has just added one more compelling reason to leave."
"You should do what makes you happiest, Seto."
"I can't. Now that I've been promoted I can't do that anymore. Taking care of my own parish made me happiest, even though I wasn't completely happy with that either. Overseeing several others is enjoyable, but I can't say I'm terribly happy."
"Are you going to tell your family about us?"
A pause.
"I don't know, Yami."
He pulls away and slowly gets out of the bed, heading for the bathroom.
"Yami…"
"I don't want you to feel ashamed of me, Seto," he replies in that same dejected voice from yesterday.
"I'm not ashamed of you, Yami," Seto soothes.
"Then why wouldn't you tell your family?"
"Because if I stay in the priesthood and we don't do this anymore, there would be no need."
"No need to mention your one night stand with the liar you brought by for Thanksgiving dinner."
"Yami, you're twisting my words."
"I'm taking a shower."
He heads into the bathroom and Seto flops back onto the bed.