Kaiba slammed his laptop lid down and yelled,
"I told you that I have to go to this fundraiser, Atem!" He growled, getting up from his desk and walking past the angry ex king in front of him.
"Then why can't I go with you?! Yugi said that today is the day that couples spend time together! Do you really not want to be seen with me?" Atem yelled back, following Kaiba out of the home office and down the hallway.
Kaiba rolled his eyes.
This again.
"It's not that I don't want to be seen with you, Atem. This fundraiser is important and the first time that I'll be out in that setting without Salem on my arm. I need to look...normal." He said, realizing his wording could have been better.
Atem scoffed,
"You brought me here. And now I'm trapped inside because what we have isn't "normal" to those corporate assholes?" He walked around the tall brunette and into the master bedroom, sitting on the bed moodily.
Kaiba sighed and sat next Atem,
"Listen, I know we haven't been very good to each other lately. Things got worse when you went to Yugi's house without permission...But, you came back and we talked it out. I'm happy that you came back. I am, truly. But, I need you to listen to me when I say that tonight is not the time to bring my Arab boyfriend to an event." He explained, running his hand down Atem's thigh.
"But when will you be able to? Those same people had trouble accepting Salem. Do you really think waiting to tell the world about us will make it any better?" Atem asked, putting his hand over Kaiba's, stroking the smooth alabaster skin.
Kaiba shook his head slowly,
"I really don't know, Atem. I promise that when I come home we'll do something together."
Atem rolled his eyes,
"I've heard that before...You'll come home and be too tired to spend time with me. It's fine. I'll just ask Isono for something different for dinner. Maybe he'll do it if I ask nicely…" He said sadly.
Kaiba cupped Atem's cheek,
"I mean it. I'll leave the party as soon as I've shown enough face and come straight home." He said, nuzzling his nose against Atem's.
Atem sighed happily at the feeling of Kaiba's skin against his and nodded,
"Okay. I'll wait for you to come home." He agreed, kissing and nipping Kaiba's bottom lip lightly.
Kaiba smirked,
"Naughty boy. Save that for when I get home." He said, standing up and heading to the walk in closet.
Atem chuckled lightly. He felt happier than he had been feeling recently. Him and Kaiba had been arguing, yes, but they were at least able to reach some sort of resolution.
He watched as Kaiba got dressed in a black slim fit tuxedo with a dark blue silk tie. He hoped that he could join Kaiba on one of the CEO's many outings but he would have to wait.
This was fine.
He could wait a little longer since things were going so well between them.
Just a little while longer.
Kaiba groaned internally as he looked at his watch. It was getting late. He hated parties but at least when him and Salem were together, the curly haired beauty would field all of the stupidity.
He sighed.
"Salem...Ever the politician…" He thought to himself.
As if he had dreamed her into existence, he gaped as Salem entered the large ballroom. He felt himself practically drool at the sight of her in a floor length tight fitting evening gown.
A blush pink evening gown.
He chuckled to himself as he sipped his champagne. He watched Salem elegantly glide across the ballroom, gulping when he realized that her dress was backless. He noticed she was still wearing her smart watch.
Hmm. Strange.
Old habits die hard.
He held his breath as she turned and looked in his direction, both of them locking eyes. His heart rate increased as she confidently approached him, her swaying hips enticing Kaiba to abandon all of his previously made promises to Atem.
"Tanin. It's nice to see you."
Kaiba shivered at the sound of her velvety voice,
"I'm surprised that you'd still want to call me that…" He mumbled, stepping closer to her. He examined her clear skin and full pouty lips, wishing he could take back all of the awful things he had done to her.
"You'll always be my Tanin." She said with a small smile, tucking a curly tendril behind her ear.
Kaiba sighed sadly,
"Even after everything?"
She nodded and put her delicate hand on Kaiba's arm,
"Especially after everything."
Kaiba gazed into Salem's eyes and felt...forgiven…
He was violently snapped out of his thoughts when he heard an unfamiliar voice call Salem's name,
"Ambassador Wahab! Oh, I was sure I had lost you back there! Here is your champagne, your excellency." The older dark haired gentleman said politely.
Salem gracefully accepted the champagne and smiled,
"Thank you, Prime Minister. This is my colleague, Seto Kaiba. Seto Kaiba, meet Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau."
Kaiba warily took Justin's offered hand and shook it,
"Nice to meet you, Prime Minister. Excuse my asking but what are you doing in Japan?"
Kaiba's stomach turned when the older man laughed and smirked at him.
"Why I'm here for my date with Ambassador Wahab, of course." Justin said, wrapping his arm around Salem's waist possessively.
Kaiba glared at the Prime Minister,
"Aren't you married, Prime Minister Trudeau?"
"He's kidding, of course. Excuse me, gentlemen." Salem said, unwrapping herself from Justin's grip and walking way.
Kaiba narrowed his eyes even more at the Prime Minister as the older gentlemen stared at Salem's backside,
"I don't think your wife would appreciate the way you're looking at a younger woman."
"And I don't think Ambassador Wahab appreciates the way you took her for granted in your relationship." Justin snapped back.
Kaiba's breath caught in his throat as the dark haired gentleman smirked at him.
"But who am I to judge how you treat your beard…." Justin gave Kaiba a challenging stare.
Kaiba's heart was thudding in his chest.
He knew.
The prime minister knew he was bisexual…Or at least not straight...
How?
Kaiba knew that Salem would never tell anyone so, how?
"It's just painfully obvious. The whole world saw that she was too good for you. It only makes sense that she would be the one to end things. I guess things were difficult in the bedroom? Didn't know how to give it to her did you? I bet-"
Kaiba saw nothing but red as he punched the Prime Minister of Canada square in the jaw. He enjoyed the sound of the lovely crunch and crack of the bones breaking under his fist. He breathed heavily and rubbed his knuckles as Justin's body fell to the ground with a loud thud!
He looked up and saw all of the party goers staring at him in shock.
Oh shit.
He raked the room for Salem's pink dress and couldn't find her. She had completely disappeared.
Shit.
He froze when he heard the first smartphone camera snap a picture.
No.
He heard more clicks and chims following one after the other.
No!
Atem sighed and tapped his foot.
"So much for him getting home as soon as possible." He mumbled to himself, gazing at the dark red card Kaiba had left for him.
He had lost patience and opened it hours ago. On the front of the card in pink letters it said,
DUEL ME, PHARAOH!
Atem had laughed heartily when he had taken it out of the envelope. He was glad that they had something to share with each other besides their anger and frustration.
On the inside of the card it had the floor and room where they would play.
Atem, being impatient had found the room and almost cried at the old school set up of their favorite trading card game.
A small table and two chairs. One across from the other.
But now, it had been hours and Atem was still waiting on his blue eyed lover to come home.
He took out his phone and browsed the internet, seeing something strange pop up in his trending feed.
Kaiba Seto VS Prime Minister Trudeau, A fight for the Ambassador's Honor?!
Atem furrowed his brow and tapped on the link. He read the small article and gazed at the pictures, not knowing what emotion to feel.
He zoomed into one of the photos and saw Salem standing in the background, looking regal and exquisite.
No.
Atem knew this feeling.
It was the same feeling he could see in Salem's face in the photo.
Disappointment.
He knew Kaiba had a jealous side but he had hoped that the CEO had grown up.
Obviously not.
Atem shook his head and stood up. This evening was ruined.
He stormed out of the decorated room and into the kitchen, grabbing the first bottle of alcohol he could find. Deciding not to bother with finding a glass, he uncorked the bottle of expensive whiskey with his teeth.
He took a large swig and sucked in air through his teeth as the brown liquor burned his throat delightfully.
Oh, yes.
He took another swig and licked his lips. Not caring when Isono walked into the kitchen and raised his eyebrow,
"What do you think you're doing?" The graying chief of security asked impatiently.
Atem chuckled, already feeling the affects of the whiskey,
"Can't you tell? This is my date for the evening." He said waving the bottle in the air and taking another large gulp.
Isono stepped closer to the drunken ex pharaoh,
"You can't drink that whole thing you'll die."
Atem took a challenging step back,
"Watch me." He said licking the opening of the bottle seductively.
Isono rolled his eyes,
"Behavior like that may work on Master Seto but it won't work on me." He said forcefully tackling the ex pharaoh to the ground and wrestling the bottle away from him.
Atem groaned as Isono put the bottle on the counter and restrained the ex king, escorting him to the master bedroom,
"Let go of me!" He yelled as Isono pinched his wrists together.
Isono threw Atem into the bedroom,
"You're going to vomit. You drank half of that bottle just now. You had refused to eat the stir fry I made earlier and now you have consumed hard alcohol. Get into the bathroom and sit in front of the toilet. I won't tell Master Kaiba what you did if-"
Atem interrupted Isono by blowing a raspberry, spitting all over Isono's nice suit,
"Why don't you scold your master for punching the Canadian Prime Minister in the face."
Isono froze,
"What?"
"Check any social media platform and Seto Kaiba is trending. He punched the guy in the face for joking about being Salem's date." Atem said, stumbling into the bathroom and falling to his knees in front of the toilet. He wretched violently and heaved into the bowl, regretting his former decision to drink half a bottle of whisky in less than five minutes.
He heard Isono storm out of the bedroom before he emptied his guts into the toilet once more. He rested his forehead against the toilet seat and sighed,
"Time for bed…"
Kaiba quietly tiptoed into the kitchen and set his keys down on the island. He had a bad night but at least he could look forward to his game with Atem.
"Master Kaiba…" He jumped when he heard Isono's voice. It was rough and serious.
Kaiba sighed,
"What is it, Isono."
"You do realize you could go to jail for what you did to the Prime Minister. If he really was there with Ambassador Wahab he could throw you in prison for your crimes toward her as well." Isono explained turning on the kitchen light.
Kaiba rolled his eyes,
"Trudeau is a bitch. He isn't going to do anything. He's a married man fawning over a younger woman. It was disgusting so I put him in his place. The ground." He said taking off his tux jacket and throwing it at Isono.
The chief of security caught the jacket and draped it over one of the kitchen stools, narrowing his eyes at his boss,
"Sir. Your actions since your unfortunate break up with the Ambassador have been unstable. It might be best if you take a couple of days off. The stress of the new game and the press is obviously getting to you." Isono said, crossing his arms.
Kaiba raised an eyebrow at Isono,
"Not happening. Is Atem already in the guest room?" He asked, changing the subject.
"It's almost two in the morning, sir. Atem became impatient, drank half a bottle of whiskey, threw up, and then went to sleep. I'm sure he's just as disappointed in you as Ambassador Wahab would be." Isono said taking the tux jacket off of the stool and disappearing into the large mansion.
Kaiba rubbed at his temples and sighed.
Whatever.
He could use some sleep anyway.
He trudged upstairs and into his bedroom, confused when he didn't sleep a small lump on Atem's side of the bed. He walked up to his large bed and saw that there was no one there.
"He wouldn't leave again, would he?"
Kaiba walked out of his bedroom and into the guest room down the hall. It was Atem's room before they became intimate so there was a chance he was hiding in there.
He opened the door and was immediately met with an unknown projectile.
"You bastard!" Atem yelled, throwing another pillow in Kaiba's direction.
Kaiba shut the door behind him as he entered the room,
"Atem, please-"
"NO! You said you'd be home! Instead you punch a guy in the face?!" Atem paced back and forth, his maroon silk pajamas fluttering around him.
"Atem-"
"With how jealous you were of me and Salem. After you learned everything..You turn around and do something like this? How is the world going to accept me now that you've shown the world that you're not over her?" Atem explained, his face flustered and red.
"Don't pretend like you're over her either. I know you still talk to her." Kaiba spat. He wasn't about to have Atem blame him for everything that's happened between them. Not again.
Atem scoffed,
"Salem and I are real friends. Do I still love her? Yes. But I'm not out here making a statement like you are!"
"Love? Do you really believe you're in love with her? You barely know her Atem. You don't know her like I do and you're going to get yourself hurt if you try to stay in her life." Kaiba said, walking closer to the angry ex pharaoh.
"The only person who's gotten hurt is her. And you did that all by yourself. She's good and sweet and patient. She's gentle and caring. She's everything you aren't!" Atem screamed, tears in his eyes.
Kaiba's heart fell into the pit of his stomach. He breathed in deeply and crossed his arms,
"You're still a child. You don't know what you're talking about and you won't know until you've become too invested in her. What her and I had was love. Yes, I fucked it up. But, you aren't even close to understanding her as much as you think you do."
"I'm the child?! Oh my fucking-No. No. You know what? Whatever. Get out. I want to sleep and I can't even look at you right now." Atem growled, crossing his arms.
"Fine. Sulk. Happy Valentines Day, you gross baby." Kaiba spat, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
He walked down the hallway and slowed his steps to a halt, feeling his eyes become unbearably hot.
Fuck.
He stared down at the carpet, watching his tears fall onto his patent leather shoes.
So much for progress.
Ugh, our boys are having so much trouble, aren't they?
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