Kaiba's Preferences

By: Niiro Yuuyake

Warnings: comedy(as usual), OOCness, Yaoi, Lime, Shounen-ai, Anzu-Bashing, OC-Bashing . . .

Disclaimer: Niiro does not own Yi-Gi-Oh nor any of its character. However, she does own Kiroko-chan.

A.N. More Yami and Seto? Well, I did say this WILL be a YamiSeto fic, and I have been kinda focusing on BakuSeto so . . . sure. Why the hell not? Yami and Seto lime in this chapter, Lemon the next.

Chapter 4: Yami's Getaway

The Tomb Robber took his precious time walking through the Dragon-clad hall, toward Seto Kaiba's room. He'd found out long ago that Kaiba liked Dragons(it was rather obvious to anyone), but he also knew of Kaiba' Tattoo; Blue Eyes White Dragon.

But now, everyone knew of that tattoo. It was on his lower back . . . low-lower back . . .

He sighed, stopping in front of Kaiba's door. He thought about knocking. Hell, he thought about killing the Pharaoh(several hundred times), but he hadn't . . . yet. So why should he knock?

With a few flicks of his wrist and a turn of the knob, Bakura let himself into the Multi-Millionaire's room. Kaiba liked blue and white(and though Bakura wasn't too sure, he figured Kaiba liked purple, too. What, with the trench coat and all-but the Priest wore white now . . . )

Upon entering Kaiba's room, Bakura wasn't too shocked to see Seto back on his computer, typing away. The guy had like, a computer or laptop in every fuckin' room of the mansion.

And though he had been in the bathrooms in the hall, he hadn't been in Kaiba's bedroom-connected bathroom; he was quite sure a computer(or an electronic device) was in there, too.

Kaiba didn't bother to spare Bakura a glance, he just called over his shoulder, "Get out."

The Tomb Robber snorted. "Like hell. Make me."

Kaiba sighed. "Why the hell are you up here? You're suppose to be helping Mokuba."

Bakura laughed cruelly. "And you're suppose to be my bitch, but you let the Pharaoh grab your ass!"

The Million-Dollar CEO scowled, "Don't. That was a misunderstanding. And what does it matter if I let Yami have a go?" He smirked, "Jealous?"

"Hell no! Why would I be?" Bakura growled, walking over to Kaiba, setting his arms around the chair the CEO was currently sitting in.

"O0h, I don't know. Could have something to do with how jealous you are of Yami, already." Seto smirked, "You act like you own me. I fuck whom I want."

Bakura growled. "If you want to fuck him so bad, go right ahead." He pulled back from Kaiba, walking backwards, toward the king-sized, satin-blue-covered bed. "It wouldn't bother me, at all. It's not like he's a better fuck than I am."

Kaiba just stared at the Tomb Robber, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. " Low self-esteem? Tsk, tsk. I expect better from you. Jealousy won't get you anywhere."

"I'm not jealous, dammit!"

Kaiba nodded, getting up and heading to his closet. He needed another disk to save more files to(as backup . . . extra backup.) "Sure, Bakura. Whatever, " Kaiba mumbled, sarcastically, " just get your shitty shoes, off my bed. That bed costs more than you do."

Bakura growled. Kaiba always ruined the damn mood. "Fuck this. I'll be back later."

Kaiba walked out of his closet. "Yea . . . sure. " He looked up. "Dammit, Bakura! You're going to get killed climbing off the Balcony!"

Bakura waved him off, sitting on top of the safety rails. "I'm not some klutz. I know how to climb from the 2nd level of a mansion, Priest. I've done it millions of times. You should know." He smirked, "Besides, " he recalled proudly, "I was a Tomb Robber. Get it?"

Kaiba frowned, "Right. I was referring to my guards shooting you, but slipping to your death would work. It would be fitting, since you don't know when to stay grounded."

Bakura glared, standing on the outside of the safety rails, readying to climb down. "Do yourself a favor, and keep the Pharaoh out of your room. It wouldn't be fitting of my bitch to fuck my sworn rival."

Kaiba glared, but the Tomb Robber was already climbing down.

Yami sighed as he reached the top of the stairs. He didn't think he could ever get enough of the paintings of the Dragons. They were . . . for lack of a better term, cool.

Sure, he, himself, was a Magician man, but Dragons rocked his world too; i.e., - Kaiba Seto.

Stopping at the large, dragon-carved doors, Yami debated whether to knock. He knew Kaiba would get angry if he didn't but . . . what was a little yelling over possibly getting to see Seto . . . uncovered.

He smirked, gently pushing the door opened. When he entered, Kaiba was bending over the side of his desk, putting a disk in the drive.

Yami's smirk widened. It was a sight to behold. Kaiba's leather-clad ass, right there for the grabbing! Again!

Quietly scrolling over to Seto, Yami reached a hand out to grab a handful of delicious Kaiba ass. He contemplated, for only a second, whether or not to just scare the shit out of Kaiba, or grab his ass; but the latter was too enticing so he opted for that one.

Yami laid his hand on Seto's ass, squeezing a considerable amount and eliciting a mixture between a high-pitch squeak, and an angered-growl from the taller of the two; ducking in time to avoid being hit by Kaiba's fist.

"YAMI!" Seto yelled, blushing madly, "You can't just waltz into someone's room and grab their ass!"

The ex-Pharaoh smiled, "Heh. But Kaiba, I just did."

Seto growled, hurriedly sitting in his chair. "Well don't do it again. What do you want? Can't you see I'm a busy man?"

Yami smirked, looking around the huge room, before moving behind Seto's chair. "Not too busy, I hope." He said, draping his arms around Seto from behind.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon Wielder froze up, stiffening against Yami's hold. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled menacingly, "Don't you dare try to-"

"Try what?" Yami murmured against his neck, nuzzling gently, "I haven't done anything . . . yet" And with that, he attached his lips, onto Seto's neck, suckling.

Mokuba looked around at the scene. Everything was almost set. The banners were hung, The confetti was securely hanging in a net, attached to the ceiling, and the table and chairs were set out.

"Now," The younger Kaiba grinned, "We did that within a short time. So now we can start on the food. 'Niisama will be dealing with Security, music, and entertainment . . . We shou-"

Anzu interrupted, "Kaiba's choosing music? That's like a waterfall erupting hot lava! It's not possible!"

Mokuba sighed, "Anzu, my Niisama is going to pay for a band; a band I chose. He's going to pay for the entertainment, I want, and security I feel safe with . . . It's my party, my choice."

Anzu nodded, "I guess. But are you sure? I never would have guess Kaiba knew good music."

Mokuba shook his head. Didn't I just say Niisama was picking a band I liked!

Yuugi sighed also, "So Mokuba, what kind of food are you going to have?"

Kiroko raised her hand, "Oh! I know! Let's have ramen!"

"Um . . . I don't think ramen would be good for a party, " Mokuba rolled his eyes, " I was thinking pizza and soda . . . "

Yuugi and Ryou nodded, "That would be good. Everyone likes pizza," Ryou cheered.

Anzu looked over to her friend, then down to Mokuba, "I guess, but pizza is fattening. And I'm on a diet . . . "

"Me, too!" Kiroko exclaimed, "Pizza would totally destroy our figures."

Ryou, being polite as always, said, "What! A diet? But you both look stunning. A diet would only ruin your fantastic figures. A slice or two of pizza-"

"Ryou!" Anzu yelled, "Don't lie! Lying to a woman could be dangerous."

Kiroko smiled, "Thank you! I thought I looked nice . . . but Kaiba-san doesn't like me, so perhaps I don't look too -"

"That's because my 'Niisama is-"

"You look fine, "Yuugi interrupted, giving Mokuba a look, " Ryou's right, Anzu. Don't take your low-self-esteem out on him. Ryou's just trying to help." Yuugi smiled at the shy albino, "Right, Ryou?"

Said Albino blushed a furious red-color, nodding his head vigorously, "R-r-right, Yuugi."

Yuugi nodded, "So everyone agrees on pizza?"

All of the boys in the room, nodded, but Anzu frowned, not answering, and Kiroko looked at the clock.

"Hey Mokuba? " Yuugi started, but Mokuba ran over to the phone.

"We need to order the pizza, today, or else it won't be here in time!" Mokuba scanned through the phone's memories, looking for their usual pizza parlor, number. "I can't believe I'm this unorganized! If 'Niisama was here, he'd kill me! This should take-"

"Calm down, Mokuba. We're still here to help." Yuugi said, approaching him.

Ryou also followed, " Yes. After you order pizza, we could all go to the store. You still need drinks, cups, and ice. Are you going to have cake?"

Mokuba nodded, as he listened to the pizza parlor's phone ring, "Yea . . . It's going to be a really big cake. 'Niisama already had it ordered; custom made. The same company who made the cake will be delivering plates and napkins also. Those, too, are custom made. " Just as he finished talking, the Pizza Parlor answered their phone.

Ryou moved over to Yuugi. "Perhaps we should list what we need. " Yuugi nodded.

"Yea, you're right. That would make things easier. " Yuugi said, grabbing the notepad and pen from beside the phone. He walked over to the nearest chair, and sat down; Ryou beside him.

Anzu sighed, heading over to Mokuba after Yuugi and Ryou took their seats. "Mokuba, Where's Kaiba? He can't have a date, and leave her here."

Mokuba rolled his eyes. "Busy. 'Niisama will be down soon. YOU just . . . wait, or something, Why don't you and your friend start putting the drapes on the tables . . . " Or something.

Anzu sighed, "If I do, will you talk with Kaiba? Make him come down?" Mokuba shook his head.

"No . . . Anzu, maybe you and I should talk . . . " Mokuba stood up, leading Anzu toward the far end of the room, "You see, Anzu, 'Niisama's a very busy man . . . "

Anzu nodded, not really listening to anything Mokuba was saying about Kaiba. If Kaiba wanted her to leave him alone, he should come down stairs and say it himself. Lazy bum!

Mokuba continued to talk, pointing out flaws in Anzu's choice for his brother; for example, Kiroko was the spitting image of herself, and Seto hated Anzu . . . and the way she looked! So why get a girl that looks like her!

Anzu nodded absently, thinking to herself as she looked over to Yuugi and Ryou, realizing something not to her liking. They were having way too much fun just to be listing things they needed from the Grocery Store. And since when did listing involve putting your hand on someone else's knee!

Mokuba looked up at Anzu, figuring she was deep in thought, focusing on what he was saying, "And just like Yami, 'Niisama doesn't have an interest in girls . . . "

The chipper brunette perked up, "Like Yami?" She repeated, "So you mean Kaiba likes me too? No wonder he keeps avoiding me and Ki-chan! Well, I'll have to change his mind! I'm only enough girl for Yami!" She hopped up, rushing over to Kiroko, who was struggling with the Table Coverings.

Mokuba gasped. Wait! That's not what he meant! Had she not been listening at all! "Anzu!" He called after her, rushing behind her.

Kaiba tried to ignore Yami's advances, hell, he had tried to tell Yami to get out . . . but every time he opened his mouth, the wrong thing came out. Not words . . . but moans of appreciation.

These said moans, only encouraged Yami to continue his attack on Seto's neck, leaving little, red love-bites in his wake. And Seto, although he couldn't exactly form words, didn't complain; not anymore.

Sure he had tried, once or twice, to get Yami to stop, so he could work, and sure, he had tried, to ignore Yami's supple kisses and gentle caresses, but it was damn hard to . . . And he hadn't exactly told Yami to stop . . .

Seto had to admit, it felt good. And dammit, who was Kaiba Seto to stop him?

He subconsciously tilted his head to the side, giving Yami better access to his neck, to leave little, red marks. Leaning back in his chair, Kaiba smirked, unknowingly allowing Yami to mark up his skin with very visible love bites.

"Perhaps we should move to the bed . . . " Yami whispered, his warm breath glossing over Seto's already abused neck.

Kaiba smirked, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Yami nodded, pulling away. "I'd like it a lot." He walked in front of Kaiba, "Now, I have only a few hours before they realize I'm not in the bathroom . . . "

Seto snorted, "You just want some ass . . . "

Yami smiled, winking at Kaiba, "Not only that. I'm willing to take this farther than sex if you are."

The brunette thought for a moment, before turning back to his computer; turning it off. "Don't play with me, Yami. I don't like to be played with."

The ex-Pharaoh nodded, smiling fully, "But that means no four-play!"

Kaiba rolled his eyes.

TBC

A.N. It could have been longer, but something had been bothering me. More and more ideas for fanfictions have been plaguing my mind. It's getting harder to focus on this fic, Void, and The Worst Possible Moments. But nonetheless, I'll try to focus more. This fic ends soon. Next Chapter's a lemon, Anzu in denial, Yuugi and Ryou flirt, and Kiroko . . . well . . . I don't know about her yet. I'm writing this as I go . . .

Thanks for the reviews! They make me so happy! And they make me type faster!

-Niiro Yuuyake