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.And I Still Go
"What the hell are you wearing," I sputter.
"Here on this planet, we call them overalls," Yami jeers.
I narrow my eyes at him. He'd been here at the apartment all day, unpacking some of the stuff we brought over yesterday and moving some of his furniture around like he wants it.
"Here on this planet, we also wear something under them called shirts," I retort.
"And be all hot and sweaty like you're going to be?" he scoffs. "I don't think so."
"Whatever, Yami," I dismiss, putting another one of his boxes of clothes into the bedroom. This morning, I put boxes of clothes and other stuff in the Cayenne, to bring them here after work tonight and he has the nerve to harass me!
Two hours later, after we've hung pictures, moved furniture some more and brought five more boxes up the stairs to un-pack, I'm beginning to think maybe he's right. I've had to wrap my undershirt around my head to keep the sweat out of my eyes and have my long-sleeved dress shirt completely unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled to my elbows. I knew I should have stopped at the house and changed first, but that would have had me going in the totally opposite direction. While Yami putzes around in the kitchen, I sit on the floor to have a smoke.
I've barely gotten two good drags before he's snatching it out of my mouth.
"Give me that!" He commands. I'm already giving up heavy drinking for him. Now he wants me to quit smoking too! Does want to get rid of all my vices? Next he'll tell me I swear too much.
"Fuck, Yami," I sneer, just to see what he'll do, "Why do you have to ruin all of my fun? It's just one lousy cigarette."
"No, it's the third lousy cigarette," he smirks, opening a window.
"You do know it's almost February, right?"
"You do know this is my apartment, right? And if I want it to be cold as hell in here, then that's how it will be."
I shiver and frown.
"Seriously, Yami. It's too cold out for this. We're both all sweaty and could get sick from this air."
"Seriously, Seto. You can't smoke in here anymore. Not only does it stay in the carpet, but all of my clothes will start to smell like smoke too."
I shrug, just to annoy him.
"It's better than smelling sweat," I tease.
He goes back into the kitchen calling over his shoulder, "Oh yeah? Bite me, Seto."
I snicker and hear him running the water on my cigarette.
Standing, I close the window because I really am getting cold. As I turn to go back to the box I was emptying, a whiff of vanilla catches me. After our talk last Saturday night when we got home from Yoshi's, I've teased him and tickled him and playfully flirted, staying well within my role of 'just friends'. But every time I touched him or stood close to him…I know what I want.
It had been easy to play my role up 'til now because either Yugi or Mokuba were around or we were at the mansion where Mokuba could show up at anytime. But Yugi went back to Hawaii yesterday and Mokuba had a group outing for a class. Now that it's just us…
I look toward the kitchen and decide that I don't want to play my role anymore. I'm going to make the move I wanted to over Christmas. And if he really does want to be just friends, he'll have to reject me with more than words.
Besides, I'm just following orders.
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Seto's silence unnerves me.
I heard him close the window, then nothing. Maybe he went to the bathroom or something. I shrug to myself and continue putting the freshly washed and dried new dishes into the cabinets.
His hands on my hips startle me so much that I drop the plate I was holding. Only my quick reflexes keep it from shattering on the floor, though it does get chipped on the sink.
"Damn it, Seto! These are new plates," I scold, looking at the big chip in my blue dinner plate.
"I'll buy you new ones," he drawls, a sensuous quality to his voice. I step away from his grasp, laying the plate in the sink. I knew he wouldn't give up so easily.
"I just want to be friends, Seto," I state seriously.
"Uh huh," he replies before grabbing my hips again and pulling me back to him. The nip at the juncture between my neck and shoulder startles me and I gasp. The delicate bites that follow along my shoulders have me at his mercy in moments.
"W-What are you doing, Seto?" I whisper as his hands grip me tighter and he begins nipping lightly down my right arm.
"Just following orders," he mumbles reversing his path back up my arm.
"O-orders?" I manage after a minute or two as he starts down my left arm.
"You said, 'Bite me'," he asserts quietly, sinking his teeth into the right side of my neck and sucking gently.
A moan is all I can manage as I tilt my head back and lean against him.
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Gotcha.
'Just friends', my ass.
Hmm. Maybe later. This time, if he doesn't stop me, it will be his ass.
The thought of him beneath me sends a new fire through my veins. I pull Yami's slim form against me, allowing my arousal to press into his back and slide one of my hands inside the side opening of his overalls. Moving to the other side of his neck, I mirror my actions from before to leave a matching mark to show my claim as my hand slides up his torso to tweak an erect nipple.
"S-Seto," he whispers, desire evident in his voice.
Letting go of his neck, I use my head to tilt his forward, nipping down the back of his neck a few moments before I go back to nipping across his shoulders. He is a mass of moaning and swaying clay in my arms now, ready for me to mold, which I will eventually. Right now, I am immensely enjoying this activity.
Salt and sweat are the dominant tastes on his skin, but I can still taste and smell that intoxicating vanilla. Maybe I will quit smoking if it will allow me to taste and smell him even more than I can now. But that's a thought for another day.
I nip slowly down his right arm again as I drag my nails lightly across his chest to tweak the other nipple, delighting in the gasp from his lips and the quivering of his body. Taking my other hand from his hip, I lift his hand and begin nipping down his forearm to his fingers as I slide nails lightly down his torso to feel those smooth abs.
I find out that more than just a shirt was lacking under his overalls when my fingers brush his proud arousal. I momentarily lose my focus and grasp it firmly, returning my mouth to the right side of his neck and biting him possessively. He crumples against me with a loud moan and I nearly fall to the floor on top of him.
Releasing him quickly, I decide that we've been in the kitchen long enough.
The shower spray seems to revive him from his lust-filled stupor. Good. I want him to be with me for this part too.
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His hands wash me gently, lingering briefly in several key locations, just across my shoulders, my lower back, my nipples, my ass. The way he's playing my body, he must have been planning this for a long time. Is this what he'd planned to do to me over Christmas? It's good that he didn't. Mokuba would have probably been traumatized by the sounds that will be coming from my bedroom later.
If there is a later. Maybe he just wants this foreplay for now and is waiting for me to make a move or show that I'm not going to push him away. I can't, even if I'd planned to before. I can't run from these touches now.
Once he finishes washing me and I rinse off, I wash and rinse my hair, then move to return the favor. I pause a moment before I begin, taking in the beauty of the ivory carving that is Seto Kaiba's body.
First, I kneel and worship his smooth thighs with my hands, reveling in the feel of powerful muscles beneath taught skin. After lathering his equally firm calves, I stand and begin working suds under and down his strong arms, imagining myself wrapped in them. His broad chest and tapering torso are next. Rather than tweak his nipples like he did mine, I rub the palm of my hand against them, enjoying their defiant peaks.
Turning him around, I add a touch of massage to my lathering of his neck, shoulders and lower back, feeling any lingering life tension slip from his body. Then I lather and shamelessly fondle his ass, my fingers lingering suggestively at his entrance.
"For a price," he murmurs in answer to my silent question. That's good enough for now. I knew that today's encounter would not end in my being seme, though it's the only role I've ever played.
I reach around and begin fondling and lathering his arousal, just like he did to me, suppressing a moment of fear. Seto's not outrageously huge, but he's not the smallest man on the planet either. I close my eyes and press my face into his soap covered back. As much as I want him, I don't want it to hurt. Well, no more than it has to anyway.
"I won't hurt you," I feel his low voice assure me. "I promise, Yami."
I don't respond, but step back under the shower spray to rinse away the soap I acquired from pressing my body to his. Once done, I climb out to dry off as he rinses the suds from his body.
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After I rinse off, I wash and rinse my hair too before drying off to join Yami in his bedroom.
He's standing naked before a window, looking out with a contented smile on his face. Though the warm mocha of his skin has lightened some, it's still an enticing and exotic dusky shade.
I step behind him, placing my hands on his hips and my chin in his slightly damp tresses.
"It's a good thing these windows aren't larger," I quip. "Otherwise you'd be giving your neighbors quite a show."
He snickers, and then turns around, regarding me seriously.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he questions with apprehension. "If it doesn't work out…I can't lose you again, Seto."
I kiss him gently.
"You won't ever lose me, Yami," I assure in a whisper against his lips. "No matter what happens."
I nip his lower lip and he opens up to me. I haven't really kissed him since Christmas and pause in anticipation of tasting him again before plunging in. A light peppermint greets me first and I'm glad that I decided to use his spare toothbrush to brush my teeth as well. The taste of stale beer and cigarettes would probably be a turn off at this point. Hmm. I wonder why he even had a spare toothbrush.
Flicking away distracting thoughts, I continue to explore his exquisite mouth for many minutes, pausing for air as necessary, before lifting his lithe form and taking him to the bed.