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Warnings: Masturbation Implication, Angst, Language
Dedication and Major Thanks to Buka2000 (Delt with my rambling while writting this), Yami Val (Seto getting slapped by Yami), and Chibi Chib (Suggested I update this fic). Each with equally creative ideas that are briefly listed above! If you have an idea for these two leave it in a comment, and I'll do my best. Giving credit of course.
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Yami stood at the edge of the dock in his short shorts watching as a pallet of reds, blues, and yellows bled together to form luscious purples, and oranges. It was autumn's warm day, making way for the cool evening. He sighed as it felt like anguish squeezed at his heart. His hands clasped together, as if in prayer. 'This mornings fleeting moment that dripped through my fingers, so precious I wished it to last.'
Seto stood a little off the path out of site, and through the underbrush he watched Yami. The sunset was the farthest thing from his mind. His mind was on Yami in those short shorts. He shifted uncomfortably as his jeans were quickly tightening. He was starting to realize fighting erections was becoming an over whelming chore when it came to Yami. Exhausted, pants still at his ankles he leaned against the tree. Yami's approaching footsteps caught him off guard. He stood up, taking a few steps forward to catch up to Yami and fell forward.
Yami looked back, and down at the ground. He raised his brow when he noticed Seto's jeans were around his ankles. He walked over to Seto, leaning over he extended his hand. "You didn't have to attend such maters alone."
Seto quickly turned his face so his blush went unnoticed. He grumbled, how embarrassing to be caught in the woods with your pants down, literally. "What matters?" He was trying to play off the scene.
"You don't have to play stupid." Yami helped Seto to stand, and then continued on his way. "I'm a guy just as much as you." He sighed.
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While Yami was discussing minor details of the afternoon Seto went on ahead to their tent. Seto after the day's events and Yami's comments decided it best to check out the contents of the tent. Safety of his rear he told himself.
Yami hearing the commotion from the tent excused himself and went to investigate. Seeing the contents of not only Seto's bag emptied but also his own; he growled. "What the fuck Seto?"
Seto continued shifting things around not looking at Yami. "I want to make sure you don't have anything in your possession that could…"
"I wouldn't…" Yami's eyes narrowed as he spun Seto around. "You asshole." Tears in his eyes he slapped Seto, and left the tent. He stormed passed Yuugi and Ryuji before they could ask.
Seto put the tent back together; although guilt plagued him, he felt better knowing there was nothing in the tent other than what was necessary. He exited, and set out to find Yami. Two slaps in one day, one for each… Making up was now a necessity before things got any more out of hand.
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Seto found Yami on that same rock from the previous evening. Remaining silent he knelt down, and wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry." He whispered into his ear, you could hear tears in his voice.
Yami's anger had toned down since his mad dash through the woods; although, he was still hurt. "I cannot go on like this Seto." He took a heavy breath, and shivered at Seto's touch. "Give and take is one thing… But Passion and Pain is another."
"What do you want me to do Yami?" Seto shifted his body, and pulled Yami into his lap. He tightened his embrace. "Should I let you go?" He breathed heavily. "If that is what you want I'll let you go."
"I'm so alone." Yami's hand gripped Seto's. "Either love me… Or set me free." His body convulsed as he began to cry.
"I've always loved you." Seto whispered. His eyes closed, he wanted to block out Yami's pain. He wanted to see his face, but that was impossible, it would shatter them both. "I just don't know how to express love."
"Trust the Passion that is within your heart. Resist the temptation to cause suffering." Yami took deep breaths in attempt to calm his body; although, he still cried his tears were silent. "Love isn't something you know, it isn't something taught. It is something you obtain with your partner… It is that underlying trust." He freed himself from Seto's embrace.
Seto reached out and grabbed his hand. "Sleep with me tonight?" They meet each others gaze.