Pairing: Seto x Yami
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Words: 704
Summary: Wherein Seto attempts to teach Yami how to play the piano, but the latter seems to have other ideas.
Memory Album
Installment Nine: C, E, and G
"Not so hard."
Yami sighed a bit, blowing a strand of blond hair out of his eyes as he stared sullenly at the piano, the source of his current grief. The black and white keys merely stretched on to each side of him, laying a very daunting task in front of him: mastering their secret.
Now Yami was a proud man. He would never admit to defeat or inability to accomplish anything. But, he had to secretly agree that yes, the piano was something he certainly wasn't master of. And it made him terribly jealous that Seto could sit down and play eighteen page pieces from memory as if it were second nature.
Sure, it was sexy as hell, but he was still envious.
Replacing his hands once more on the keys, he was just about to push down when—
"Stop. Those are the wrong keys."
Yami glared at the simple sheet music in front of him as if it were its fault that he was doing such a poor job. He somehow wished that the keys would rearrange themselves for him so he would be hitting the right keys for once.
"So what are the right keys, then?" he snapped, just a bit irritated.
Seto chuckled softly besides him before he could hear soft footsteps. Soon, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and Seto's chin was resting gently on his shoulder, staring down at the keys with him. With gentle pressure, the brunette proceeded to move his hands until his fingers were settled on the correct keys. "You were about to play a G. The first note is an E."
Yami could care less where G, E, or Z was on the piano. All he was really concentrating on at the moment was the warmth of Seto's fingers resting gently on his own, covering his petite hands. Leaning back against the broad chest behind him, he smiled a bit before nodding, pretending he was listening.
"Pay attention, Yami."
Smirking a bit, the shorter man tilted his head and nuzzled his cheek against his lover's upper arm, purring softly. "I am, Seto. Now what were you saying about E?"
Rolling his eyes a bit, Seto shook his head before pressing down upon Yami's index finger using his own, the soft chime of middle E sounding in the room. Letting Seto guide him, Yami slowly began to play the simple melody, the soft tinkling of the piano the only sound aside from their quiet breaths.
When the bar of music was finished, Seto pulled his hands away, leaving Yami feeling empty for a moment. Reaching out, he quickly grabbed the other's hand, linking their fingers together and holding onto him tight.
Seto merely smiled, looking faintly amused at how attached Yami seemed to be. "Can I have my hand back now?" he inquired after a moment.
"No," was the quiet response as Yami reached up, pulling him down for a soft kiss.
Their lips met with gentle pressure—a mere brushing of skin before Yami pulled away, smiling coyly. When Seto attempted to initiate another kiss, his lips only managed to brush against the curve of his lover's cheek as Yami turned his face.
Finally letting Seto's hand go, Yami turned back to the piano, fingers resting once more on the ivory and ebony keys. He certainly had to inclination to play at the moment, but he wanted to see how long he could toy with the brunette. Slowly, he began to hit the ones one by one, eyes trained firmly upon the sheet music.
"Thanks for showing me how to play, Seto." And with that he proceeded to ignore the brunette.
But just as Yami hated being incompetent, Seto hated being ignored. And that was how Yami found himself scooped up into those strong arms and being whisked away to the bedroom.
"You're such a tease," Seto murmured as he all but carried the smaller man out of the lounge.
Yami merely looped his arms around the boy's neck and smirked coolly, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "You know you love it."
When Seto took his lips once more in a breathtaking kiss, all that Yami could think of was fuck C, E, and G.