Warning: This continuation of the previous chapter is 98 percent lemon and filled with quite a bit of swearing, so if you don't like it, please skip ahead. However, if this is your sort of thing, place your bets on who takes what position, and please enjoy!

It continues exactly where the other left off since I broke it up due to its length. I've added the first two paragraphs as a lead in, so onward…

"Is there somewhere else you'd rather be?"

Kaiba shrugged and said, "No, it's fine," deciding that a jibe about anywhere that Yami wasn't wouldn't gain him anything in this situation. "Now what?"

Chapter 09: Body's Battle

Quickly removing his own shirt, Yami cast it aside as he approached Kaiba with a smirk. "I wonder..." he said casually before trailing off as he grabbed the end of Kaiba's shirt and pulled the other closer, their bodies colliding together. Initiating a forceful kiss, Yami finally removed Kaiba's shirt and threw it in the same direction as his own discarded one.

"At this rate this is going to be the easiest bet I've won," Kaiba taunted, unimpressed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Yami warned him before tripping Kaiba and sending them both to the ground.

Groaning at the harshness of the unexpected impact, Kaiba told Yami, "You better not count that as your proof."

"I don't need to," Yami murmured in Kaiba's ear, grinning as he felt a shiver run through Kaiba. Leaning back, Yami groped Kaiba through his pants, pleased to note that the other was becoming somewhat hard already. "I'll have it soon enough."

Kaiba was too busy cursing his body to retort back at him. Since when had he become so wanton that the slightest contact had him reacting? He found the base desire of the flesh highly irritating at the moment, even though he was mildly pacified that it was a biological reaction and not a result of actual pleasure.

Slowly sliding his body along Kaiba's as he kissed his way down the other's chest, Yami debated on which course of action to take. Yami knew that a prolonged session of temptation would be effective, but he wasn't sure how much time he realistically had. He didn't want Kaiba winning on a technicality of waking up before Yami could be successful, so he began to think that aggressive was a far better tactic at the current moment. Besides, wasn't that what Kaiba had imagined earlier?

With that decided, Yami began to take action, licking at Kaiba's nipple and chuckling as it stiffened. Failing to get any other response, he lightly teased it between his teeth, earning him a noise that couldn't be constituted as one of enjoyment, but it was better than nothing.

"What the fuck was that for?" Kaiba exclaimed, completely caught off guard.

"Just making sure that you were paying attention."

"By doing that?" Kaiba asked incredulously, pinching at Yami's nipple for emphasis. He had been expecting a similar response, but instead Yami inhaled sharply, arching his back a little. Kaiba could only stare as his mind tried to figure out how such a strange action had caused the kind of reaction that led Kaiba to believe Yami had found it somewhat pleasurable. The better question was why Kaiba found that image to be appealing, but he wasn't willing to deal with that right now.

Grabbing Kaiba's wrist in his hand before the other had a chance to pull it away, Yami kissed his palm, something that Kaiba found to be very odd. Trying to pull his hand free, Kaiba was frustrated when Yami tightened his grip, refusing to let go. "What the hell are you doing?" Kaiba asked, exasperated by this strange behavior.

Instead of answering, Yami licked at one of Kaiba's fingers, causing the other to try and jerk his hand away again. Taking advantage of the splayed fingers, Yami managed to capture the middle and index one in his mouth, running his tongue over the length of them as he started to suck on them.

Kaiba's first instinct was to be appalled by what Yami was doing, but he found himself being distracted by the memory of what Yami's mouth had been capable of in the previous dream and it had him wishing he could sink further into the ground to hide his reaction from Yami. Why had he allowed himself to be conditioned to respond to Yami? He may be losing face, but as long as he didn't make a sound, it would be okay in the end, he told himself.

Releasing Kaiba's wrist and fingers, Yami laughed when the other quickly pulled his hand away as if afraid of being captured again. "Looks like you got the idea," Yami purred, once again grasping at Kaiba's member, pleased that this time it was completely rigid. "Part of you, anyway."

"Shut the fuck up," Kaiba swore at him, ready to retaliate, even if he wasn't entirely sure how he would accomplish that at the moment. "You're losing anyway."

"Am I?" Yami asked, watching as Kaiba continued to fume.

"Yes."

"Let's fix that, then," Yami said, standing up and taking a few steps back from Kaiba. Before the other could even question it, Yami had removed himself of his pants and was standing before Kaiba completely naked as if it was the most natural thing ever. Judging by the look in Kaiba's eyes as they examined Yami's body, he was making positive progress.

It occurred to Kaiba that previously he had felt strange being the only one naked, but this time he felt strange being the only one clothed. He didn't have too much time to worry about that, though since Yami quickly stripped Kaiba of the last of his clothing. Tossing them aside, Yami laid on top of Kaiba, temporarily forgetting about the bet as he enjoyed the feeling of flesh against flesh. "Imagine how much better this would feel in real life," Yami prompted, but he got no answer from Kaiba.

Instead, Kaiba was trying to regulate his breathing, trying desperately not to notice just how good it felt. What the hell was happening to him? Despite his efforts, he found himself unable to control his hands as Yami leaned forward for a kiss; they insisted on roaming up the other's thighs in order to cusp Yami's ass. When he squeezed it experimentally, Yami moaned into the kiss, thrusting his hips forward and causing a friction that forced Kaiba to break the kiss as he inhaled deeply, too focused on maintaining his silence to immediately reply to Yami commenting, "Almost."

Finally gathering his composure somewhat, he retorted, "Almost isn't good enough," displeased that his voice didn't sound steadier.

"No, it's not," Yami agreed as he reached down and began stroking Kaiba, watching as Kaiba began to squirm a little as if to get away from Yami's steady rhythm. "If you would stop fighting so much, this would be far more enjoyable."

"Doubtful," was all Kaiba could say, even as he was raising his hips as if seeking more contact.

When Yami stopped his ministrations in order to prove his point, Kaiba had to bite back a noise of protest. "You see? You're already this wet and we've barely gotten started," Yami pointed out, pausing to rest his hand and examine it.

Kaiba didn't know whom he was angrier with, himself for being so weak or Yami for putting him in this situation. "Barely gotten started?" Kaiba repeated, wishing desperately to wake up before things went any further. He was determined not to lose, but he didn't know how much more he could take. Why did it have to feel good?

Repositioning himself, Yami began licking the entire length of Kaiba's member, gazing up at him with a lustful expression that about sent Kaiba over the edge. Shifting to accommodate Yami, he found himself unable to look away, still just as enthralled with the image of his rival sucking him off as he had been in the previous dream. It excited him further and to prevent any more stimulation, he tilted his head back to look at the tree behind him as he tried to separate himself from what was happening.

Realizing that Kaiba was struggling to maintain control, Yami wasn't about to let it go. Unable to restrain the slight chuckle at his observation, the vibrations of it caused Kaiba's head to snap up as he shuddered and tried to hold back the moan that almost escaped. Glaring down at Yami, Kaiba could only drop his head back again as he tried to hold out and stay silent.

His hand still slick with precum, Yami decided to try something that he knew he would have a difficult time of achieving in real life. Slowing his pace slightly, Yami could feel Kaiba relaxing a little in turn and it was then that he slipped one of his fingers into Kaiba.

Being as distracted by his concentrated efforts as he was, at first Kaiba didn't understand completely what was going on until he felt something moving inside of him, which was definitely a new and entirely unwanted experience. "What the hell is that?"

"Hmm?" Yami hummed and Kaiba had to bite his lip hard in order to prevent himself from making a sound. The instant Yami felt Kaiba relax, he slipped in a second finger and continued stretching Kaiba out, not that he expected to get that far. He could already tell Kaiba was close to cumming, and he had to admit, the stubbornness was impressive, despite being frustrating as hell.

"What the fuck are you doing, Yami?" Kaiba demanded to know, an edge coming into his voice. He didn't know whether to move away or closer to the sensation and that alone disturbed him.

Giving his jaw a break, Yami freed Kaiba from the oral onslaught before continuing with his free hand. "This," he said simply, adding a third finger successfully. Instead of answering further, he focused on finding Kaiba's sweet spot, which was becoming easier since Kaiba's body was cooperating with him.

Kaiba wanted to think about anything except what was happening, but Yami's insistent fingers made that nearly impossible. He had made it this far and he wasn't about to give in now, even though his body was demanding that he cave into his desire. It was why he was grateful, albeit it suddenly confused, when Yami removed his fingers and ceased jerking him off; it gave him a moment to breathe, to collect his thoughts. "Giving up?" Kaiba taunted with his best smirk, trying his damnedest to look unaffected, even as his body complained bitterly that things had come to such an abrupt halt.

"Not a chance," Yami answered, leaning forward to kiss Kaiba aggressively. Idly stroking his own much neglected cock, Yami decided it was all or nothing, not willing to let Kaiba go free so easily. Having thus distracted him, Yami used the opportunity to enter Kaiba, pushing into him with a small gasp of pleasure at the instant warmth that surrounded him.

For a single moment, Kaiba's mind went blank until the reality of what just happened caught up with him as he felt Yami bury himself to the hilt. He had thought the fingers were bad enough, but this was too much! It was one thing to be serviced by Yami, but it was another thing to submit to him. Furious, Kaiba started to ask, "Did you just—" but had to stop himself from continuing when he felt Yami rock into him gently. Had his own body just moved to meet Yami's? No, Kaiba refused to acknowledge such a reaction.

Figuring he had spent enough time allowing for adjustments, he took Kaiba's subconscious movement as a gesture that it was okay to continue. With a grin, he pulled back in order to push into Kaiba once more, pleased that the other's body was beginning to react favorably. Establishing a slow and steady pace, Yami braced himself by grabbing hold of Kaiba's hips, trying to position himself to drive deeper.

Nothing had prepared him for this and Kaiba was failing miserably on trying to analyze it at the moment. He almost felt as if every thought was being pounded out of him by Yami as the other began to speed up; the only thing he could focus on was the singular thought of staying as silent as possible, even as he realized he was in fact losing to his hormones. Pissed as he was about his current position, he was beginning to feel less strange as it became more enjoyable, finding himself being drawn in further by each sigh of pleasure from Yami. Even so, he still refused to relent.

Yami could tell by the way Kaiba was beginning to tense up that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. Resuming what he had been doing earlier, Yami began stroking to the same rhythm of his thrusting, watching as Kaiba's breathing hitched before resuming shakily as he slammed his body against Yami's, keeping pace. Leaning forward and supporting himself on his free hand, Yami was treated to the sound of Kaiba inhaling sharply, telling him that he had finally found the spot that would quickly bring Kaiba to a finish. "Nee, Kaiba," Yami started, slowing his movements down slightly in order to hold him off a little longer.

"Fuck you," was all Kaiba managed to say, hating that his body was trying to resume the previous pace. There was something seriously wrong with him, he decided, although he wasn't sure if he was entirely referring to himself or Yami.

"You're more than welcome to," Yami invited him, "all you have to do is quit being so damn stubborn."

"Not going to happen."

"Is that because you like being on the bottom more?"

"I don't fucking like being on the bottom!" Kaiba spat out, his anger momentarily clearing his mind.

Grinning, Yami couldn't help but provoke Kaiba further. "You seem to be enjoying yourself despite that."

"I am not, damn it!"

"No?" Yami asked, bucking his hips in order to gain a reaction. It succeeded in making the other arch his back, keeping his mouth firmly shut all the while. "Your body seems to disagree with that, Kaiba."

Unable to argue against his physical response, Kaiba could only state, "That doesn't matter as long as I don't make a sound."

"I know you want to," Yami told him with a smug look, "so why don't you—"

Interrupting him, Kaiba snapped, "Why don't you just shut the fuck up and get this over with?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Yami asked with a laugh, even though he realized it was in their best interest to finish this before one of them awoke.

"Fun?" Kaiba repeated, raising his eyebrows at that. That's how the bastard was choosing to describe this encounter?

Coming close enough to sucking gently on Kaiba's earlobe, Yami murmured, "I want you, Seto," before pulling back slightly and thrusting hard and deep, brushing against the point that had Kaiba shuddering.

He wanted to ask what that meant, wanted to know why Yami's expression had seemed so sincerely serious, but Kaiba couldn't trust his voice as Yami continued rapidly hitting the same spot that was causing Kaiba to use every ounce of self-control he possessed to make it through in silence. His body was moving on its own accord and he didn't bother to stop it; he wasn't even sure that he could at this point. He couldn't understand how these actions were causing him to experience something that felt so good, nor could he comprehend why his hands wanted to seek out the other. What difference did it make to him that Yami had called him Seto instead of Kaiba? It shouldn't, but it did and he didn't know why.

Even though Kaiba resisted the feelings, he finally found release, unable to hold back the moan that had been building up inside of him as he was overcome by the sensation. The convulsion of Kaiba's muscles was enough to allow Yami to finish shortly thereafter, satisfied on both fronts. Kaiba knew that there would be no arguing against this one, especially once he made a noise of protest when Yami withdrew from him. With a resigned sigh, he waited for Yami to gloat, to announce his victory and Kaiba's defeat, but it never came. Instead, Yami kissed him gently, shocking Kaiba when the only thing Yami said was, "Your lip is bleeding."

Wetting them, he realized Yami was right, even though he hadn't noticed that he had broken skin when he was fighting down the noises that seemed determined to escape from him. "Shit," he swore, unable to come up with anything else. He felt as if his mind had temporarily stopped functioning, which while problematic, it was also useful at the moment. "I can't fucking believe this!"

"I can't believe you didn't try to overthrow me," Yami confessed as he sat besides him, laughing at the horrified expression on Kaiba's face.

Why had he not even thought to do that? Nowhere in their agreement did it say he must cooperate, and yet he had allowed it to reach that point. He hadn't exactly helped, but he hadn't really resisted either. Groaning, he swore again.

"You'll have your revenge soon enough, I'm sure," Yami predicted wryly, running his fingers along Kaiba's side and watching as a chill ran through him.

Cursing his still sensitive skin, Kaiba glared at Yami, but it accomplished nothing. He was just grateful that it wasn't turning into some lovey-dovey bullshit cuddle session; that would have freaked him out more than what had actually just happened. "You brought it on yourself," he said with a shrug, getting up and heading for the river.

Looking after him quizzically, Yami called out, "What are you doing?" as he stood in order to follow.

"Going to get clean," Kaiba replied, "what else does it look like?" Testing the water with his foot, he decided that it was warm enough to enter without too much trepidation and he quickly did as such. It wasn't a shower, but it would do until he woke up and could take a proper one.

Deciding that it looked like a good idea, Yami joined him in the river, careful not to splash Kaiba. He couldn't blame Kaiba for keeping his distance, though, but it was too late to do anything about that now.

After washing away the evidence of what had just happened, Kaiba suddenly asked, "Why hasn't Yuugi told anyone about you yet?"

"He wanted to today, but I figured that Kaiba Land wasn't exactly the best place for them to find out," Yami explained, "especially since Jounouchi's reaction would most likely draw a large amount of attention."

"That's the only reason?"

"No," Yami answered, but he didn't elaborate any further, "but I think aibou is having everyone over this afternoon. He wants to do it before school starts again."

Kaiba found that odd and wanted to know, "Why before school starts?"

Tired of standing, Yami decided to float on his back instead, watching the clouds drift by in front of his eyes. "He wants me to enter Domino High as a student."

"What?" Kaiba exclaimed before laughing loudly. "That's the most ridiculous thing that I've heard."

"That's what I tried to tell him," Yami replied with a sigh. He knew it was important to his aibou, but he didn't think it would be a good idea. There was a reason that he slept through the classes whenever Yuugi was attending them. They held no interest for him and he found that they would have very little use in his life, especially since the only compulsory learning he had ever done was during his time in ancient Egypt. "There's also the issue of Bakura."

"If he already knows so much, how long do you think it'll be before he finds this out?"

"Exactly. And if I show up in class as I am, he will cause all sorts of problems," Yami predicted.

"It's probably for the best that you don't go."

Curious, Yami asked, "Oh? Why's that?"

"It's one less place for me to be harassed at," Kaiba answered, sounding somewhat bitter. He could only imagine the things that Yami would try to do with him in school and there was no way in hell that he was going to be a willing participant to that.

Righting himself in order to stand once more, Yami dared to approach Kaiba. In a playful tone, Yami began, "Maybe I'll reconsider then. I can always pose as aibou's cousin participating as a foreign exchange student..."

"I wouldn't put it past you," Kaiba said with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. Judging by his luck thus far, the next step after that would be Yami managing to get a job at Kaiba Corporation somehow and then there really would be no escape.

"We could always duel during the lunch break," Yami suggested with a wide grin.

"They wouldn't let me get within ten feet of you, let alone close enough to have a proper duel," Kaiba pointed out, "not to mention that we would never finish under those time constraints."

He hadn't considered the fact that Yuugi's friends probably wouldn't take too well to him slipping away in order to spend time with Kaiba of all people. Anzu would inevitably figure out that he had left and Jounouchi would have a fit when he found out who Yami had left the group to go see. "I'm sure we can figure out other things to do," Yami said suggestively, coming close enough to wrap his arms around Kaiba's waist, enjoying the feeling of water on their skin.

Trying to extract himself from Yami's grasp and failing, Kaiba sighed heavily. He wanted to say that it would never happen, but every time he said such a thing, Yami had a way of making it happen to spite him. Instead of provoking him, he settled for a simple, "You're impossible."

"I'll let you be top," Yami offered with a smirk, somehow managing not to laugh at Kaiba's outraged expression.

"You'll let me be on top?" Kaiba repeated, completely and utterly indignant. "Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with?"

As much as he wanted to continue the conversation, Yami could already feel himself being pulled back from the dream. Kissing Kaiba's neck lightly, Yami promised, "I'll see you later, Kaiba."

"Don't you dare leave after saying something like that!" Kaiba threatened, but to no avail. Yami disappeared with a laugh, leaving Kaiba alone in silence. "Fucking bastard!" he yelled, but there was no one left to hear him. Sinking further into the water, he hated that Yami could so thoroughly irritate him; why was it that one moment he wanted Yami to leave and the next he's pissed that the other is gone? Where was the sense in that?

The duality of it all was what was the most frustrating. He didn't want anything to happen in real life, but he wanted to hurry up and get it over with so that he could resume his normal life. Then again, did he really expect that Yami would allow for that to happen so easily? At least he should get a break when he woke up since Yami would be forced to parade around for Yuugi's group. Once again he was grateful that he was not included in that circle, but it hadn't spared him from an introduction to Yami. Not that any of them really needed to be introduced to him at this point, of course; if anything, they were overly familiar with him.

Letting that thought go, Kaiba tried to figure out why he had been defeated once again. He had been trained to withstand torture in silence since sound gave the other power, let the other know that they were succeeding in their goal. At the time, Kaiba had thought that the he would be able to do the same with pleasure, but now that his head had cleared, he realized why it had failed. He had been forced to endure pain and torture under the hand of his stepfather, so he built up a tolerance to it and no matter how bad it was, he could maintain a stony silence, an unaffected and defiant look. But with these types of feelings, he had little experience and perhaps that was his undoing. It was a rational explanation, but he still didn't like it. Especially since he had almost made it, but as he had said earlier, almost doesn't count.

Without any warning or cause, Kaiba suddenly found himself awake in his room, instantly disgusted. As loyal as his staff was, he knew that there would be gossip amongst the maids over this. Given the state of his sheets, he wasn't inclined to linger in bed any further and he got up to take a shower, wondering why it couldn't work like the bruise had: since he had washed it off there, it shouldn't have been here when he woke up, but no such luck. It was still early, but there was no way he was going back to sleep.

A/N: And thus concludes the 8,000 word lemon. Hopefully you guys didn't mind the wait! I kept telling myself to wrap it up, but I kept being overly amused by Yami as a cocktease, which is funny since I'm normally so Kaibacentric (apparently). I just love the idea of them getting into an argument in the middle of it, because you know they would, just like Kaiba would continue to carry on as if nothing had happened when everything was finished. This thing has really spiraled out of control as a result of such detours, but I don't think that's a bad thing.

Not a whole lot to add to this one, so this'll be the shortest note yet, methinks. I know quite a few of you were hoping for an uke!Seto, so I'm curious to hear what your responses are going to be.

NEXT CHAPTER: The Revenge

Another late night visit, only this time Kaiba is prepared…sort of, anyway. How long will Yami keep him waiting? And what will Kaiba do when he finally gets his chance?

…or something like that. As much as it pains me, I failed to finish it before leaving, sadly. Silly real life, interfering with my fun. I leave tomorrow (!!), but I will have a long plane ride to work on the fic and internet when I land to post it, so all is not lost. I'm thinking a week is optimistic given jetlag and exploring, so it will probably end up being around two weeks, probably. But fear not, because I will complete it and then it's on to the next project! Which will probably still feature these two since I enjoy them oh so much. But, until then, this will have to suffice.