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Fixing A Hole

(WARNING: Citrus citing ahead.)

"Seto," he'd approached me that night. "I think we need to talk."

After we came back from Yoshi's, I escaped to my room with a terse 'good-night'. I'd expected Mokuba to come up because I'd figured Yami would be calling his precious aibou to tell him all about my bad mood. Fucking little worm.

"About what," I'd replied with more disdain than I'd meant to. "I'm being nice to your...aibou. What more do you want?"

"That's just it, Seto. I don't want you to do that if you don't want to."

"So you want me to treat him like the shitty little backstabber he is?" I'd sneered.

"No, I just don't want you bending over backwards to appease him because you think it will make me happy."

"Not treating him like a shitty little backstabber is bending over backwards, Yami. How can you not hate him after how he's treated you?"

He'd paused then and said the one thing that reminded me how grateful I am that he doesn't bear grudges like I do.

"How can I not hate you after how you've treated me, Seto?" He'd asked calmly.

I'd looked away, ashamed of my actions with him all over again.

"Seto," he'd continued after a few moments, "I know you mean well, but you don't have to hide your anger and disappointment about Yugi from me. He's my aibou, not yours. You owe him no allegiance."

"What about the allegiance I owe to you?" I'd whispered.

"You don't owe me anything that takes away from your true nature, Seto."

I'd turned to him and nodded my understanding and acceptance.

"Besides," he'd concluded with a smirk, "Don't be fooled into thinking everything is completely honky-dory with me and my aibou. He has a lot to answer for and he knows it won't all be resolved overnight."

"Fine," I'd replied soberly.

"Friends?" He'd prodded with a tilt of his head.

I'd wanted to say, 'No. I want more than friends', but I relented.

"Friends," I'd smiled back at him.

And now here we are, lying in his bed as I trace formless patterns on his perfect, mocha-colored chest. I smile to myself in contentment. Mokuba was right. I did need Yami in my life more than I realized. I just hope he'll stay forever this time.

"Seto…" Yami's sleepy voice pulls me from my reverie.

"Hmm?"

"Not that I don't enjoy just lying here with you, but if you want anything more, you're going to have to hurry or I'll be asleep."

"Trust me," I grin, dipping my head to lick at his navel, "You won't be sleeping through anything I do to you."

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He's so right! At the touch of his tongue on my navel, an electric shock shoots through me and I'm suddenly wide-awake. A moment later, he surprises me by flipping me onto my stomach.

"Seto, what are you…." I begin only to be cut off by my own moan as he begins assaulting that spot on the right side of my neck again with teeth, lips and tongue.

I fall further into a lustful delirium as he begins kneading my ass.

"Seto," I moan, becoming very aware of my arousal pressing painfully into the mattress. I can't believe he did this to me so quickly! Turned me into some wanton, moaning slut.

His answer to my writhing and moaning is to begin biting lightly down my back, not pausing in the kneading of my ass. I gasp with pleasure. I'm going to come if he keeps this up.

As if sensing my readiness, he places two quick bites on my ass before flipping me over and claiming my mouth with his talented tongue. Moaning into the engulfing kiss, I slide my fingers into still-damp chestnut and hold on like my life depended on it.

Suddenly, I'm gasping again and his mouth is back on that spot at my neck as he thrusts his arousal against mine.

"S-Seto," I arch against him, my mind blank of anything except the exquisite feeling between my legs. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his back, I lose myself in the marvelous friction. Just a little more and…

But, sensing my nearness again, he stops his thrusts and reaches to move my legs.

"Oh, no you don't," he breathes into my ear. "Not until I say so, Yami."

"Y-you're not the boss of me," I pant.

I feel him smile against my neck before he plants a light kiss that sends shivers through me.

"I'm not?" He teases. "We'll just see about that."

He slips from my arms and the bed and pads out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I call after him.

"Lubrication," he replies casually.

I shiver in anticipation.

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'Where is it?' I muse to myself as I open kitchen cabinets randomly. I know I saw him bring in a small jar of…there it is…olive oil.

I head back to the bedroom, now even more aroused by the prospect of what will soon be happening in there.

I find Yami idly stroking himself, a smile on his face. He'd better be thinking about me.

Climbing onto the bed, I knock his hand away.

"I told you, not until I say so, Yami."

He closes his eyes and nods slowly. I guess I should reward such devotion. Placing the oil on the bed next to Yami's head, I crawl between his open legs.

After my first lick at the head nearly has him flying off the bed, I realize I need to hold his hips down as I get to work. As I lick and nip and suck his arousal, his loud panting, moaning and crying out fills the bedroom. Hn. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't try this at Christmas.

I torture him for a good fifteen minutes, bringing him close and backing off at least twice before deciding he's had enough. Actually, I've had enough. If I wait any longer, I'm going to hurt him because of my impatience and I promised him I wouldn't.

Slowly, I kiss up his chest to claim his lips as I reach for the oil.

"Ready, Yami?" I whisper against his cheek. A shaky nod is my reply.

Kneeling between his legs, I coat my fingers with the oil and begin preparing him. I'm sure I'm not his first lover, though I don't think he's ever been on the bottom before. Hopefully, I'm doing well enough that he doesn't know that this is my first time for any of this.

Hn. Seto Kaiba. 24-year-old virgin. Pitiful.

But not for long.

It's weird feeling my fingers sliding in and out of him and it's weird watching him going crazy with the contact.

I add a third finger and lean in to kiss him, using my tongue to mimic the action of my fingers. Yami's in a world of his own. He's just lying there, taking my dual thrusts and moaning as he clutches reflexively at my shoulders.

I remove my fingers and coat myself liberally. Pressing against his entrance, I try to steel myself for its inevitable tightness. Burying my face in Yami's shoulder, I push in slowly.

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The fullness as he slides in slowly overwhelms me and I'm suddenly scared. Scared means I tighten up. Tightening up means it hurts.

"Wait!" I cry out, tears springing to my eyes.

"Shhh," he soothes, kissing my lips lightly. "It's okay, Yami. Just relax."

"It's too big, Seto!" I gasp. "Take it out! Please take it out!"

"It's all right, Yami. Calm down. I'm pulling out now. Just calm down."

I feel the fullness retreat and I sigh with relief as he kisses the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Shit! I've ruined it! Though he masks it well, I still hear the dejection in his voice.

"I-I'm sorry, Seto," I pull away, curling up on my side.

He pulls me into a tight embrace, his chest flush against my back.

"I love you, Yami," he confesses into my hair.

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Great. Moment ruined. Yami freaked and now I tell him that! Why would I tell him that anyway?

Shit!

Maybe I should go home. No, he'd probably feel worse then. Well, staying here probably isn't good either. Especially after saying that!

"Seto?"

"Yes, Yami?" I reply evenly, thankful that my voice isn't as unsettled as I feel.

"You can go home if you want."

Like hell!

"No, Yami. I'll stay here." I pause. "Unless you want me to leave."

Shit! My mouth is running away with me.

"I…Maybe you should."

"Do you want me to, Yami?"

Why did I even start this conversational tangent? I know Yami. He'll say what he thinks I want to hear and/or sacrifice his own well being to make sure I'm all right.

"I think it might be best, considering," he replies evenly, starting to pull away from me.

No. I won't have it. I'm not going anywhere and neither is he.

"Too bad," I sneer, pulling him back into my arms and manipulating the sheets to cover us, "Because I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you. Now, get some sleep. We've both had a long day."

I feel him snuggle into my arms and it's probably the best feeling in the world. Everything will be all right. This is just a minor setback.

"Seto?" he murmurs sleepily, reminding me of the earlier turning point of this evening.

"Hmm?" I mumble into his hair.

A pause.

"I love you, too."

My smile threatens to break my face, but I won't let him know that. At least not yet.

"Of course you do. How can you not?" I reply smugly.

He turns and attacks me. We wrestle and laugh and talk trash until we've played ourselves back into arousal.

This time, Yami barely stands for the preparation and nearly impales himself, impatient to have me inside him.

"God, Seto! You're taking too long! Just fuck me already!"

"So impatient, Yami," I tease, keeping my pace.

"Seto, please," he moans.

"I don't want to hurt you," I pant.

His kiss devours me.

"You won't, baby," he whispers to my lips. "I'll be fine. I promise."

"No, Yami," I decline, continuing my slow slide into him. "Let me do this right. I promised I wouldn't hurt you."

"I love you, Seto," he gasps once I've sheathed myself inside him.

"I love you, too, baby."

Moving slowly at first, I establish a smooth rhythm and placement that keeps me hitting that special bundle of nerves. He whimpers and moans at the contact, fueling my desire.

I don't know how long it lasts, five minutes or twenty-five, but despite all efforts to hold off, I can feel myself getting close. Yami is a squirming, squealing mess beneath me. I send him over the edge with four quick tugs on his overtaxed hardness and a few quick thrusts.

"Seto!" he yells out as he releases all over our chests and stomachs.

As I feel my own end coming near, I sink my teeth into that spot on his neck, riding my climax out with a low growl.

After calming a bit and feeling that my body is about to give out, I collapse at his side to avoid crushing him beneath me.

"Not too bad for a virgin, huh?" I pant.

Yami turns to me, eyes wide with surprise.

"You've never…" he gasps.

I shake my head slowly and gather his still twitching form into my arms.

"Wow," he mumbles.

"Thank you," I breathe.

"Why do you think that was for you," he smirks into my shoulder.

"Wasn't it?"

"Not completely. It was for all of this. For this night. For being with you. For loving you. For you loving me."

A pause.

"And for being in your life again," he whispers.

That's when I truly understand how much he missed me and why he worried so much about us taking this next step. If it all fell apart now, it would destroy him.

Hell, it would destroy me!

So, I'll just have to make sure it doesn't fall apart.

A/N: One more chapter to go!