A/N: This is about 73 percent lemon so you have been thusly warned. Although Kaiba probably could have used the warning far more than the rest of us, ne? XD

Chapter 15: Nymphomaniacal

Kaiba gradually became aware of an annoying sound cutting into his consciousness and he burrowed deeper into his covers as if to get away from it. He was far too warm and comfortable to be bothered with whatever troubles…

"…why the fuck won't it stop?" Kaiba moaned as it continued incessantly disturbing his sleep. It felt like such a long time since he had gotten a good night's rest and he didn't want to wake up just yet.

"Because you have to answer it, asshole."

Whatever member of his staff had just talked back to him was so getting fired whenever he got the motivation to get out of bed. "Shut the fuck up," he mumbled, too tired to even bother opening his eyes. He'd figure it out later. And then after that, he'd give a raise to whoever had thought to get him this heated full-length pillow. It was a little strange, but it had a nice smell and he drew it closer with a contented sigh, enjoying the way it was molding itself against his body.

"Make it shut the fuck up."

Sighing, Kaiba blindly fumbled on the nightstand for his phone that he was determined to break after he finished the conversation. Flipping it open and answering, "What?" he didn't even try to disguise his annoyance or the hide the fact that he had been woken up—after all, if they were calling this early, why should he bother?

When there was no response, Kaiba thought about throwing it across the room, but decided it would take too much effort. Eventually he heard a disbelieving, "…Nii-sama?"

Having almost drifted asleep again, it took him a moment to register that someone had spoken. "…Mokuba?" he finally said, furrowing his eyebrows. Why would his brother be calling him at this hour? Had something happened?

"Nii-sama?" his younger brother asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Hm?"

"Is everything okay?"

Yawning, Kaiba tried to reassure his brother. "Yeah, I fell asleep. What do you need?"

"You were asleep?!" Mokuba exclaimed, shocked. His brother never slept later than eight in the morning! "It's 3.17!"

Wincing at the pitch of his brother's voice, Kaiba quickly tried to turn the volume down on the phone, only to realize that it was already on its lowest setting. All he wanted to do was hang up and fall asleep again before he became too awake to do as such. "Exactly, which is why unless you need something, I'm going back to bed."

"Are you sick?"

"No," Kaiba answered with another yawn. "Good night, Mokuba."

"Nii-sama! It's 3.17 in the afternoon," he informed his brother.

Now that he mentioned it, it did seem a little bright for three in the morning, but Kaiba Seto was not one to oversleep. Lifting his head up and finally opening his eyes, he blinked several times as he tried to get his alarm clock to come into focus. "Shit," was all he could think of to say as he stared blankly at the blue numbers, completely confused.

Everything finally came together when he looked down and realized that he had wrapped himself around Yami and not a pillow. Swearing again, he rolled onto his back, telling Yami, "This is all your fucking fault."

Turning over in order to accommodate himself to the new position, Yami draped one of his legs over Kaiba's as he laid his arm on the other's chest. "I'll make it up to you later," he murmured, resting his head on Kaiba's shoulder, which allowed Yami to lazily kiss his neck, "but would you please shut the hell up?"

It sounded like a good idea to him and he closed his eyes again, his free arm instinctively wrapping around Yami. Distracted by the fingers that were slowly entwining themselves in his hair as they stroked the nape of his neck, Kaiba found himself relaxing and drifting off to sleep again.

"Nii-sama!" Mokuba yelled, completely worried by his brother's abnormal behavior.

Startled, Kaiba jumped slightly, earning him a noise of discontent from Yami. "What?" he asked, his voice coming as close to whining as he ever got.

"What language was that? What's going on?"

"…what language?" Kaiba repeated, not understanding the question.

With a mischievous grin, Yami quietly prompted, "Tell him ancient Egyptian," earning him a hard pinch from Kaiba.

"Save sleep talking for when you're asleep," Kaiba told him with a yawn, although Mokuba assumed it was directed at him.

"I just—"

Cutting his younger brother off, Kaiba tried not to sound curt when he said, "Stop worrying so much. You still haven't told me why you called." He could already feel himself starting to wake up and was highly annoyed by the fact.

"Well, Jounouchi and Yuugi modified their decks again last night and we were all going to head over to Kaiba Land so they could try out their new builds."

"And?"

"And Yuugi said that Yami must have been overwhelmed by all of the excitement yesterday so it's taking a little longer than normal for him to reappear."

Glancing down at Yami, Kaiba raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused. "They think the reason Yami still hasn't come back is because he was overwhelmed by all of the excitement from yesterday?"

Muffling his laughter, Yami couldn't help but also be amused, even if he felt a little bad about what he was putting his aibou through. "It's technically not a lie, right?" Yami whispered in Kaiba's ear, causing the other to shy away from the slightly ticklish action.

"Yeah, so Yuugi said he'll try again whenever we get back from that."

"So you're calling me because…?"

Growing more bored by the minute and realizing that this was not a conversation that would be ending any time soon, Yami decided that if he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep again, neither was Kaiba. Slowly trailing his hand down Kaiba's chest, he watched as the other's breathing hitched when Yami let his hand slip beneath the covers.

Firmly grabbing hold of Yami's wrist to prevent him from continuing further, Kaiba almost missed hearing his brother say, "I just wanted to make sure that it was okay if I stayed out a little longer."

Regulating his breathing so as not to concern his brother further, Kaiba said, "It's fine," not releasing his hold on the other.

Even though he knew that Kaiba was addressing Mokuba, Yami took it as his own permission. Sitting up in order to use his other hand since Kaiba no longer had any free to take it hostage, Yami continued following the same path, earning him a warning look. Ignoring it, he lightly ran his fingers over Kaiba's member, pleased to find that it was already semi-hard. Well, that made things easier for him, Yami decided with a grin as he began stroking it steadily, feeling it quickly becoming rigid at his touch.

"What are you doing?" Kaiba asked, keeping the edge out of his voice and figuring it was a neutral enough question that it wouldn't tip off his brother.

"Now? We're getting ready to get lunch," Mokuba answered, finding nothing strange with Kaiba's question. At least his brother was starting to sound more awake now. "We all overslept since we stayed up so late."

Stopping long enough to push the covers back, Yami's reply came in the form of sliding down Kaiba's body and substituting his mouth for his hand. Teasing the tip with his tongue, Yami looked up at Kaiba with a smirk before continuing, taking only the head into his mouth, knowing that Kaiba would not be content with just that.

"Just call me when you're ready," Kaiba said quickly, amazed at how steady his voice was. Quickly deciding to let go of the other's wrist in order to free up one of his hands to stop Yami, the plan backfired on him as Yami used it to gently begin massaging his balls, opening his mouth a little wider to allow more of Kaiba in; Kaiba barely had enough time to get move the phone away from his mouth before a small moan escaped him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he hissed, trying to push the smaller man away and failing.

"Are you sure everything is okay, Nii-sama?" Mokuba asked, still concerned. He couldn't figure out what was going on with his older brother, but he hoped that everything was fine.

"I already said it was, didn't I?" Managing to capture a thick strand of Yami's golden bangs in his hand, he wrapped it around his index finger and yanked on it hard, trying to dissuade the other from his actions. It only caused Yami to retaliate by using his teeth to put a slight amount of pressure on the cock still currently in his mouth. Yami hadn't really bit him, but Kaiba hadn't been expecting it and he couldn't stop himself from exclaiming, "Ow! What the fuck was that?!"

Chuckling, he smoothed his tongue over Kaiba's member, noting that despite the protest, the other had gotten slightly harder at that. It crossed his mind to try and get one of his fingers inside of Kaiba, but he didn't dare while he was still on the phone with his brother. Given that the position was too awkward for what he was trying to do, he continued to use one hand to maintain pressure on the other's hips so he wasn't accidentally gagged and he slid the other between his legs in order to insert a finger into himself. There was more than one way to get Kaiba off of the phone, after all.

"If you say so," Mokuba hesitantly agreed, not quite believing it, but knowing better than to say otherwise.

Had Yami just done what Kaiba thought he had seen? He didn't have a chance to question because his brother suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! Yuugi says he wants to talk to you."

"Wait! No, I don't want to talk to—"

"Kaiba-kun?" came Yuugi's voice and Kaiba took a deep breath, not wanting to have murderous thoughts aimed at the brother he dearly loved.

"Yuugi," Kaiba greeted him flatly, causing Yami to pause for a moment as he released Kaiba with a wet noise to look up questioningly. Kaiba was just grateful that he was given a brief respite from Yami's enthusiastic attempts to distract him.

Surprised that his aibou hadn't tried to contact him through their mental link, Yami listened intently as he slipped another finger into himself, sighing at the feeling as they went in deeper.

"Uhm…how are you?" Yuugi asked hesitantly, knowing that in front of Mokuba he couldn't exactly ask about Yami.

"I'm a little busy right now," Kaiba told him, using his foot to try and shove Yami off of him since he didn't have to fear the repercussions of Yami's teeth at the moment.

Not caring if his aibou heard him, Yami began laughing as he removed his fingers from inside of himself in order to stop his fall. He had wanted to add a third before proceeding, but he decided to forgo it in the interest of time; besides, he was impatient and wanting.

Yuugi wasn't exactly sure if he understood completely what the comment meant, but he still found himself apologizing, "Oh? I'm sorry for, uhm…interrupting?"

Irritably, Kaiba demanded, "What do you want?"

Pressing the full length of his body against Kaiba's, Yami whispered in his ear, "To fuck you," sucking on it lightly for good measure as he ground his hips into the other's, earning him a growl from Kaiba.

"I'm going to absolutely fucking kill you," Kaiba threatened Yami as he tried to pull him back by his hair, becoming even more incensed when all the other did was laugh in response. "The instant I'm off of the goddamn phone, I'm going to—"

Yuugi knew that the words weren't aimed at him, but he was still concerned all the same. "Kaiba-kun?"

Having lost all of his patience at this point, his tone was icy as he asked, "What?"

"I was wondering if you would uhm…be willing to come over later? I mean, you don't have to join us at Kaiba Land or anything, but…" Yuugi trailed off, not sure how to phrase it so that Kaiba would understand he was asking if Yami would be returning.

"Why would I want to go over there and—" Kaiba started, only to realize what Yuugi's true question was. "He'll be there when you get back, if that's what you're asking."

Pouting, Yami hoped that didn't mean any time soon; he wasn't done with his fun yet, after all. Straddling the other's hips as he sat up straight, Yami ran one of his hands up Kaiba's torso, rubbing his thumb over one of his nipples that was already stiff. With his other, he reached behind him and started rhythmically stroking Kaiba before deciding it was too uncomfortable in that position. It had been enough, though, allowing him to spread the precum that had gathered over the head.

"Oh, okay, thanks! Uhm, Mokuba-kun says he wants to talk to you again, so I'll go get him…"

Splaying his fingers over Kaiba's abdomen for balance, Yami lifted himself up slightly, making sure to hold the other's cock steady with his other hand as he guided himself onto it with a sharp gasp. Resisting the urge to slam down onto it, he let it slowly fill him instead, reveling in the feeling despite the pain that accompanied it.

Powerless to stop the other at that point, Kaiba was fascinated as he watched himself disappearing inch by inch into Yami, once again finding pleasure in that tight warmth that surrounded him. He could feel the other's muscles clenching around him as Yami shifted himself slightly in order to get into a more comfortable position, and despite his previous objections, Kaiba pushed himself in deeper by raising his hips. Rewarded with the sight of Yami tilting his head back with a breathy moan as his body moved to meet Kaiba's, he instantly repeated the motion with a smug laugh, barely noticing the way Yami's nails were digging into his sides or the sound of his brother's voice coming from the phone once more. Phone? "Oh shit," he swore again, his mind returning to the situation at hand, hoping that his brother hadn't heard that. "What was that, Mokuba?"

"Are you really going to be joining us later?" he asked excitedly, hoping that for once his brother would relent.

Yami began setting a slow pace, raising himself up to the tip and sliding down the whole length until their bodies were meeting again, holding himself back from making too much noise. He really wanted to go faster, but he knew that was impossible while Kaiba was still talking to his brother and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be forgiven for shattering the phone against a wall.

It was taking most of his willpower to focus on the conversation and not on what Yami was doing, but the idle fingers that were running along his chest and stomach were proving to be too much. "I told him…I told him I'd think about it," Kaiba said to his brother, having to pause in order to take a deep breath when Yami randomly slammed down hard, causing his own body to respond by driving in deeper.

"Really? That's great, Nii-sama!"

"Yeah. Look, I have a few things I need to take care of," Kaiba told him while giving Yami a severe glare that promised hell once he hung up the phone. "Can we have this conversation later?"

"Sure thing, Nii-sama! We're getting ready to head out to lunch anyway. I'll call you later tonight?"

"I'll talk to you then," Kaiba said and without any further words, he hung up the phone and threw it aside. "As for you…"

Ceasing in his ministrations, Yami innocently asked, "What?"

Forcing Yami off of him so that he could quickly overthrow and pin him down on the bed, Kaiba's gaze was fiery as he demanded, "What the hell did you think you were doing?"

"I was bored," Yami offered as a defense, still chuckling, "and since I couldn't fall back asleep—"

"Since you couldn't fall asleep, you went down on me while I was on the phone with my brother? And then started trying to fuck?"

Bringing his knee up and rubbing it against the other's hard on, Yami defended himself, "You seemed to be enjoying it despite that, Kaiba."

"And you fucking bit me!"

"Yes, and you got harder. So now that you're off of the goddamn phone, why don't you shut the hell up and fuck me?" Yami demanded impatiently, tired of waiting.

"Don't fucking order me around," Kaiba snapped, pushing himself in without warning, causing Yami to cry out in surprise. "I'll do whatever the hell I want."

His scarlet eyes bright with lust, Yami wasn't one to be outdone so easily. Wrapping his legs around Kaiba at the junction between his thighs and ass, Yami forced Kaiba to enter all the way to the hilt, gasping as he was once again completely filled. "As will I," he said, leaning up and kissing the other fiercely. When they parted for air, Yami fell back onto the bed and commanded, "Now fucking move!"

Grabbing Yami's hips for a better angle, Kaiba did just that, thrusting at a harsh and relentless pace that had both of them gasping and groaning as their bodies became slick with sweat while time passed them by unnoticed. "Right there, Seto, right—ah!—so fucking good," Yami moaned as Kaiba repeatedly began hitting the same spot that had Yami arching his back and gasping in pleasure as his hands grabbed at the blankets behind his head.

Knowing that he was the one causing his rival to lose control like this only made him redouble his efforts, but his body was at its limit, having been teased for too long by the other. "Yami, I'm going to—"

He was close, but not close enough, and those were words that he didn't want to hear. "Bastard," Yami groaned, knowing that there was very little he could do about it since it was his fault in the first place.

Even as he came, Kaiba continued slowly thrusting until finally pulling out, his dick beginning to soften. The other, however, would have none of that. "Oh no you don't," Yami told him, refusing to be unsatisfied after all of that. "If you think I'm going to let you leave me like this—"

"What?" Kaiba asked, until he realized exactly what Yami was referring to. "I am not going to—"

"Blow me?" Yami finished Kaiba's sentence, raising an eyebrow in bemusement. As soon as Yami released his legs from the other's waist, Kaiba flopped onto his back and continued warily watching Yami. "I figured as much."

"Hey!" Kaiba protested, but there wasn't a lot of power behind it. He still found it disconcerting that his legs were quivering, but he was beginning to wonder if that wasn't a result of positioning.

Shrugging, Yami simply said, "That's fine," watching as Kaiba became confused by such a passive response. "I'll just have to amuse myself, then." Moving before the other had a chance to ask what that entailed, Yami quickly positioned himself so that he had access to Kaiba's lower regions, running his fingers over Kaiba's entrance.

"What the—fuck?! What the hell are you doing?' Kaiba demanded to know, not liking the strange feeling.

Using the smirk he normally reserved for duels, he asked, "Would you rather suck me off, then?" knowing full well the answer was going to be, "no."

"What? Of course not!"

"Didn't think so," Yami replied with a laugh, coming up and kissing Kaiba. Reaching two fingers inside of himself, he thoroughly coated them with Kaiba's cum before pulling them out, breaking the kiss at the same time. Not giving him any time to react, Yami pressed one of his fingers against Kaiba's entrance and easily slipped it inside.

Remembering the feeling from one of their dreams, Kaiba's blues eyes went wide in disbelief. "If you think for one minute that I'm going to allow this—"

"I said it before, didn't I?" Yami asked, looking at Kaiba seductively as he slipped in a second finger. "I want you."

"No, you said you want to fuck me," Kaiba contradicted, doing his best to try and ignore the strange sensation inside of him as Yami's fingers began slowly working him, stroking and brushing against a point that made his cock twitch slightly.

"I want you, Seto," Yami repeated firmly. "When are you going to accept that?"

"Maybe when you say it without having some appendage of yours in my ass?" Kaiba retorted.

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Yami couldn't help but laugh at that. "And would you believe me even if I didn't?"

"No," Kaiba said with a frown.

Knowing it was useless to try and convince him now, Yami tried a different tactic, his fingers still moving. "Come on, Kaiba. Aren't you the least bit curious?"

"I got all the explanation I needed in that last dream of yours, thanks."

"Even you have to admit it feels different when we're both awake, feels better," Yami tried to persuade. "Don't you want to know?"

That much was true, although Kaiba refused to say it out loud; he wouldn't give the other that kind of satisfaction. And if he was being completely honest with himself, he was a little curious about why Yami seemed to find their activities so pleasurable, since he couldn't understand how that was possible. He couldn't even figure out why his body seemed to be responding to Yami now, only realizing after the fact that it was trying to draw Yami deeper. "Why?"

Finally withdrawing his fingers, Yami sat up and looked down at Kaiba with an arrogant smirk. "You're the only one that can defeat me, right? Isn't that what you're always saying?"

Kaiba decided that he definitely wasn't okay with the fact that his body suddenly felt empty and was still craving the other's touch. But Yami's words confused him; was he admitting defeat? "Because it's true," Kaiba replied with great pride. "No one else is even close to your level. I'm the only one capable—"

"And that would make me the only one on your level," Yami pointed out, "which means that I'm the only one capable of defeating you as well, correct?"

He hated that that he had lost time after time again Yami, but he knew that someday he would triumph over him. But it was true; Yami was the only person who had ever regularly beat him, the only one who had done so fairly. "Yes, but—"

"So that makes it the most important victory, the only one that matters," Yami stated, leaning forward and kissing Kaiba gently on the lips.

"The only one that matters?" Kaiba repeated, still not quite grasping where Yami was heading with all of this.

"I'm saying that you're the only one that matters, Seto," Yami told him, knowing that even as straight forward as his comment was, Kaiba was still probably not going to understand.

He blamed the hormones still coursing through him for slowing his mind down to the point of stupidity. "Wait, what does that have to do with winning or losing?"

"Nothing," Yami answered patiently, "absolutely nothing." Kissing Kaiba again, he let his tongue seek entrance into the other's mouth, happily proceeding when permission was granted. As it escalated, Yami became aware of Kaiba's hands firmly cupping his ass and he couldn't help but be amused. His body really was more honest and easier to convince than the person himself, Yami decided. "There's only a winner and a loser when it's a game."

"What do you mean, 'only when it's a game?' Isn't—"

Hoping to convey his sincerity, even if he knew it was futile to hope that the other would properly understand, Yami told him, "This isn't a game, Seto."

"Then that means…?" No, Kaiba didn't have the resources or experience to process what it could possibly mean.

He knew that Kaiba would figure it out eventually, but he didn't feel like waiting for that time to come. Yami responded to Kaiba's unvoiced question, "I want you," adding, Right now, in his mind.

"At least you didn't have your fingers in my ass this time," Kaiba said with a sigh. He couldn't think about the conversation right now; he'd need all of his mental facilities to deal with it and the majority of them were offline right now. Besides, he could already feel the stirring of another erection and he couldn't imagine how Yami felt after having held out for so long. "If—" Kaiba started to say, but stopped. Was he really going to go through with this? "If I say stop, you are to cease and desist immediately. Understood?" It was bound to happen sooner or later, he decided, and at least this way it would most likely be for the least amount of time.

Doing his best to keep a triumphant smirk off of his face, Yami leaned forward and kissed Kaiba once more, surprised when he felt the other's hand in his hair, pulling him closer. "Understood," Yami confirmed breathlessly when they paused for air. Then he went to work, wetting his fingers and inserting two of them inside just to make sure that Kaiba hadn't become too tense during the conversation. Deciding that it was okay to add a third, he couldn't help but notice that the other had once again become hard. Yami could only think that it was such a pity that he finally got the opportunity to do this and he probably wouldn't last very long since it had been such a prolonged situation.

Satisfied that Kaiba was as ready as he was going to be, Yami slipped his fingers out of him and stroked himself a couple of times to spread the leaking fluids over his tip. Stopping, he looked at Kaiba and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Don't patronize me," Kaiba muttered, realizing that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Kaiba…"

"Yami." Looking up at him, Kaiba could tell by Yami's expression that he wasn't going to do a damn thing until he made certain that it was okay. Sighing, Kaiba told him, "Yes, I'm sure," embarrassed by saying it aloud.

He leaned forward to kiss Kaiba once again before finally saying, "Good," as he pulled away, "now put your legs over my shoulders."

"What?"

"You heard me," Yami told him in a voice that left no room for arguments.

Muttering various threats, Kaiba finally complied, feeling absolutely ridiculous in such a position. He was about to say something when Yami finally pushed into him, the motion causing Kaiba to cry out in pain, "Bastard, that fucking hurts!"

Moving no further, Yami calmly told him, "Just relax."

"You really must be a masochist if you enjoy this…"

"Would you just take a deep breath and relax?" Yami asked, tightening his grip on Kaiba's thighs.

Oh, he would take a deep breath and use it to tell Yami off—only it didn't quite work out that way. The instant Yami felt the other relax slightly, he slid in further as gently as he could, ignoring his body's desire to bury itself deeper in that warmth. Groaning, Kaiba decided that it was still more pain than anything else. He had a high threshold, but this was not what he had been expecting. "How does this make you moan the way you do?" he demanded to know.

"Seto," Yami started, his voice almost sounding like it was pleading with him.

"Fine." Given that Yami had endured it at first, Kaiba decided he would at least make an effort; besides, he didn't want to be shown up by the other. He concentrated on relaxing all of his muscles, but he couldn't help but think, It would be easier if I didn't currently have a dick rammed halfway up my ass. Why in the hell did I agree to this?

Sensing the change in Kaiba's body, Yami finally gave into his need, pushing in all the way, sighing in pleasure at the feeling while doing his best to keep his control. At this rate he wouldn't even have to move before cumming and he was determined to not let that happen.

Suddenly filled by Yami, Kaiba made a noise that he couldn't believe came from his own voice. No, there was no way he could accept that he had just moaned in such a wantonly sexual manner.

Having calmed himself slightly while allowing Kaiba time to adjust, Yami finally told him, "I'm going to move now." That moan had been delicious and he was determined to make Kaiba do it again, but he didn't want to rush and hurt him, either. Starting with small movements, Yami moved slowly, waiting for a cue for him to increase his pace. When he felt Kaiba's body start to move to meet his rhythm, he started gradually thrusting harder, moaning himself at how good it felt as he used the other's hips to guide the movement.

Still unable to determine whether it felt good or weird as the pain subsided some, Kaiba found himself wondering if that's what he looked like when he was the one on the giving end. Yami certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, but then again, he always did. All of those thoughts were chased out of his mind when Yami leaned forward, thrusting hard and deep, causing him to cry out and this time it definitely sounded like it was laced with pleasure. Since when had Kaiba Seto started making such embarrassing noises? It had to be a fluke, or so he thought until Yami drove into him at the same angle and he made a similar sound.

Moving his hands back up to Kaiba's thighs, Yami leaned forward in order to make the necessary readjustments to his position. "Found it," he said with a grin, glad that he didn't have to coax the sounds out of Kaiba this time; they seemed perfectly willing to come out on their own.

Kaiba started to ask, "Found wha—ahh!" but he interrupted himself with another moan when Yami moved.

Unable to resist, Yami couldn't help but ask with a smirk, "What was that about, 'How does this make you moan the way you do?'" punctuating the "this," with another thrust.

"Oh, shut the fuc—" Kaiba started to tell him, only to stop with a gasp when Yami rolled his hips against him, his own bucking into it. "It was a vali—ah!—a valid thoug—" Yami was being relentless; his hands kept sliding down Kaiba's thighs in order to run them over his ass, only to return when he wanted the leverage to push in to the limit. How was anyone supposed to think under those conditions? "Will you let me finish—mm, right ther—ah! Let me finish my damn sentence!"

Ceasing all movements, he used the respite to try and calm himself again since he wanted to hold out as long as possible. "You were saying?" he asked with a grin, still feeling the other's muscles tightening around him as Kaiba's body ignored him and tried to encourage Yami to keep moving.

"I—" Kaiba began to say, only to realize that he didn't actually remember what he had been trying to say; his whole mind hand gone totally blank. "Shit!"

"You don't remember, do you?"

Glaring hatefully at Yami, Kaiba haughtily told him, "It doesn't matter, anyway."

"You forgot."

"I did not!"

Laughing, Yami leaned forward for a kiss, Kaiba's body shuddering beneath him. Kaiba quickly turned it into an aggressive one, as if by doing such he could assert some dominance and Yami was all too happy to allow it. He was left panting by the end of it and Kaiba was somewhat mollified by that. "Yami."

"Hm?"

"Move."

Stealing one more kiss before pulling away, Yami smirked and said, "As you wish."

"I wish that you wer—ahh! Don't do that every time—damn it!"

"What was that?" Yami asked with an innocent look that was impossible to pull off given their current situation.

"Don't do that every time you don't want to hear what I have to say, asshole!"

"Then quit saying shit I don't want to hear," Yami told him, "problem solved."

Fuming, Kaiba could only threaten, "My revenge will have no limits next time."

Raising an eyebrow at that, Yami couldn't help but be pleased. "Looking forward to it, then."

"Fucking masochist," Kaiba said, until he realized his slip. Next time? "No, there is no nex—shit!"

"Kaiba."

"What?"

"Shut up."

Incensed, Kaiba's instant reply was, "Try and make me," and he instantly regretted it the instant he said it. He had totally walked into that one, but he didn't try and argue, being too distracted to the new whatever Yami was currently doing.

"I do enjoy a challenge," Yami said with a laugh, taking it up vigorously as he continued making Kaiba writhe beneath him, captivated by the sight of it. He could tell by the fact his thrusts were becoming more erratic that he wouldn't last much longer, though. Yami was amazed that he had held out this long, especially considering the way Kaiba's body kept inviting him in deeper, squeezing him tightly. Even though he knew the other would probably get upset, Yami couldn't stop himself from moaning, "You feel so good, Seto, so good…"

"Don't say such embarrassing things, idiot!" Kaiba said angrily, feeling a rush of heat in his cheeks that he tried to convince himself was a result of physical exertion.

"Why not? It's true."

"Because—"

Having held out as long as he could, Yami pushed himself in as deep as their bodies would allow and finally found release, calling out to Seto as he finished with little thrusts that left him empty.

Kaiba had not been prepared for that and was surprised by the sudden warmth that filled him, his body reacting to the way Yami was shuddering inside of him. Combined with the sight of Yami calling his name in a state of ecstasy that Kaiba knew he had partially caused, it completely broke his concentration. Before he was even fully aware of what was happening, Kaiba came as well, unable to stop Yami's name from escaping past his lips. The only thought that crossed his mind was, That was not supposed to happen.

How unexpected, Yami commented to himself, his thumbs still absentmindedly rubbing Kaiba's hipbones, his body really is more honest. He knew better than to show how pleased it made him that he hadn't even needed to touch Kaiba directly in order to get him off; instead, he pulled out, shrugging the other's legs off of his shoulders in order to free himself. Sealing Kaiba's mouth with his own before he had a chance to protest, he felt his gentle kiss being turned into a passionate one by Kaiba that was fierce in its need to hide his embarrassment. Separating in order to catch his breath, Yami could only say, "Seto," but the other just glared at him.

"No."

"Seto."

"Shut the hell up!"

"Kaiba."

"I don't want to hear it!" Kaiba exclaimed, sitting up and wishing desperately to be in the shower as his own seed began to cool on his stomach. Remembering his abandoned towel for the night before, he leaned over and grabbed it, grateful that he could at least wipe himself clean. It was bad enough that he came once, but to do it twice was downright mortifying to him, especially since Yami had only done so once.

Changing positions as well, Yami moved in order to wrap his arms around Kaiba's shoulders from behind him; it always seemed to calm down his aibou whenever he got upset, and Yami figured the same would be true for Kaiba. "I'm not going to say anything," he reassured him, kissing his shoulder. He wasn't even sure what the other was afraid he would say.

Tugging against the embrace, Kaiba demanded, "Let go of me!"

Hugging him tighter, enjoying the sensation of their still slick skin making contact with each other, Yami refused to comply. "Not until you calm down."

"Yami, I'm warning you—"

Whatever threat Kaiba had in mind, Yami was sure he'd eventually recover from it, so he wasn't too concerned. "Seto," Yami said softly in his ear, a shiver running through Kaiba despite his agitated state.

"Stop it!" Yami didn't let go, but he also didn't make any further movements as Kaiba continued to struggle against him. Realizing that he wasn't going to get out by physical force since he was too drained, he finally muttered, "I really hate you sometimes."

"I know."

The way Yami said it was so matter of fact that it caught Kaiba by surprise. The only thing that was more surprising was the urge he felt to clarify what he meant. Sure, he had actually hated his rival early on in their association, but now…well, he didn't actually know how he felt about him. "Yami?"

"It's okay," he insisted with another kiss on Kaiba's shoulder, "I understand."

Kaiba sure as hell didn't, so he asked, "What could you possibly understand?"

"That you're embarrassed as hell and lashing out because you don't know what to do," is what Yami wanted to say, but he knew that wouldn't go over well. Instead, he settled for, "That you hate not understanding things."

"How insightful," Kaiba said sarcastically, but Yami could feel him slowly relaxing into his embrace.

Resting his cheek on Kaiba's shoulder, he gave a small contented sigh, still feeling wonderful despite the minor altercation.

Instantly Kaiba tensed up and told Yami, "Don't do that."

"Do what?" he questioned, genuinely not understanding what he had done to merit the comment.

"Just don't do it again."

Trying to figure out what he had done, he realized that he had just sighed; testing his theory, he did so again. "That?"

Startling at the feeling, he snapped, "Yes, that."

"Fine, I won't breathe on your neck again," Yami promised with a grin that Kaiba didn't see.

"Good."

He had promised not to breathe on the other again—he had said nothing about kissing. Softly pressing his lips against the base of Kaiba's neck, he heard the other's breath catch. "Yami," Kaiba started, his tone once again warning Yami to stop. Ignoring it, he sensuously kissed the same place, his tongue running along the skin before he placed another right above it.

Kaiba had raised his arm back in order to try and stop Yami's actions, but faltered when Yami began lightly blowing on his neck, a small gasp escaping him as the warm air came into contact with his wet skin. "Damn it, Yami," Kaiba swore, but none of his previous anger was present. "You said—"

"I said that I wouldn't breathe on your neck on your neck again. I didn't say anything about blowing on it," Yami clarified smugly.

Fucking loopholes, Kaiba thought, but was distracted by Yami's lips again. "Don't leave a mark on my neck, either."

"But you always wear that high-collared trench coat," Yami teased, despite knowing that he wasn't going to leave one. It would ruin his chances later, after all, although he was tempted to make one elsewhere just to annoy Kaiba.

"Yami."

He removed his lips from Kaiba's skin with a rather wet sounding noise, resisting the urge to let his hands trail over the other's skin. "Hm?"

"I'm taking a shower now," Kaiba stated, grateful when Yami finally relinquished his hold on him.

"Be careful."

"Why?" Kaiba asked, turning to look at Yami, only to see a playful expression. "Are you planning on attacking me in the shower?"

It really did sound like a wonderful idea, but Yami knew that neither one of their bodies would be up to it yet. "Tempting, but not this time. Besides, as I recall, you were the one doing the attacking in the shower, not me."

"Then?"

"If your legs feel anything like mine, walking over there without them giving out is going to be one hell of a task."

"And whose fault is that?" Kaiba accused.

"Ours?" Yami suggested, earning him a roll of the eyes from Kaiba.

Moving closer to the edge of the bed, he gestured for Yami to do the same. "You have to get clean too since we're dropping you off so that you can do your little reappearing trick," Kaiba told him, already making his way into the bathroom, displeased with the fact that his legs did in fact feel strange.

Entering the shower and not waiting for the water to heat up, Kaiba shivered as he quickly began washing himself, overly aware of the fact that Yami had entered as well. Now that the water had finally gotten warm, Yami moved closer, wrapping his arms around Kaiba's waist. Tensing up, Kaiba turned to look at him over his shoulder with a disapproving glare. "What?"

"Breakfast?" Yami asked hopefully, having become quite famished as a result of their morning activities.

Shaking his head as he looked back at the wall in front of him, he sighed, "I'm not fucking making you breakfast."

"Lunch?"

"Do you want to die?" Kaiba growled, jerking as he felt Yami's teeth lightly teasing a place on his back. He tried to extract himself from Yami's embrace, but it just made the other hold on tighter, completely defeating the point of Kaiba's struggle.

"No, which is why I want to eat," Yami playfully argued.

Irritably, Kaiba told him, "Skipping one meal isn't going to kill you."

Replying with a laugh, Yami said, "But I'm hungry," nipping at Kaiba again to emphasis his point and provoke a reaction.

"Stop fucking biting me, you bastard!"

"Lunch?" Yami tried again.

Using the advantage of his height, Kaiba forced them against the wall, hoping that it would provide him with the opportunity to free himself. "It's not up for negotiation," Kaiba told him, pressing back further and hearing a hiss from Yami at the action.

Ignoring the discomfort, Yami replied, "Glad you understand," sounding rather smug as he bit Kaiba hard enough to mark this time, enjoying the noise of Kaiba's displeasure as he began kissing the spot.

"Bastard!"

"So what's for lunch?"

"I'm going to absolutely, fucking—"

Ducking under Kaiba's arm, Yami was now pressed up against Kaiba's front, forcing the taller one onto the wall. "Unless that sentence ends in, 'Make you the best lunch ever,' I wouldn't recommend finishing it," Yami told him, disappointed that Kaiba didn't react to the change in temperatures as he had hoped.

"And if it ends with, 'Kill you,' then what?" Kaiba replied defiantly as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, refusing to budge on the matter.

"Then I'll just have to find other ways to convince you," Yami murmured with a wicked grin, wrapping his fingers in a firm grip around Kaiba's member, biting Kaiba's forearm at the same time. He stared up at Kaiba, tugging lightly on the skin with his teeth, daring Kaiba with his crimson eyes.

"Hn. As if that would work," Kaiba said with a haughty laugh, staring down at Yami, accepting the challenge.

A/N: I finally got to post this! (Of course, it screwed up all the italics, so for the few of you who read it and were wondering what the hell happened, that would be it) This is the one I mentioned a few chapters back that I wrote in a single sitting that about made my hands fall off, but I enjoyed the end product. I've been wanting to for weeks, but all the other stuff had to come first. Eheee. But, as promised, something for everyone, yes? And further illustrating my completely disregard for standard roles, ohohoho.

As for Yami's behavior, one thing to keep in mind is the fact that all of those videos Jounouchi and Honda lent Yuugi, he would have inadvertently seen them as a result, accounting for his blunt speech. Also, the biting thing wasn't so much fetish whatever as it was something he continued to do simply because it annoyed Kaiba. Going back through it after having not looked at it for awhile, I realized it was probably my attempt at getting him to reverse Kaiba's mindset and refocus his attentions. Or not, who knows? But it amused the hell out of me, so hopefully the rest of you got a kick out of it as well.

I just liked the idea of Kaiba not realizing that Yami was there at first – it's so out of his norm that his brain would find some other reason for the presence of a thing in his bed. Plus, after that hell of a week and the previous night, he would have been out completely and probably gotten some of the best sleep as a result (lucky bastard, says the jealous author, haha). They really aren't the kind to have a sweet morning greeting, but at least it allowed them to skip the awkwardness—one hell of a, "Good morning," though. XD It was important for Yami to clarify himself, I think, especially at the point that he did; the two of them would be coming at the situation from two different vantage points, with Kaiba most likely thinking that it was just an extension of the game, just another form of a challenge. The boy doesn't exactly have much else to work from, after all. I'd like to think he'd eventually become comfortable (and stop running to the shower, haha – he really is fastidious), but that's a process and at this point, he'd probably be too fixated on having "lost" again, ergo Yami's attempt to distract him. Well, that and the fact Yami would have to be starved after all of that exertion, heh.

I could ramble on about the psychology, but it's almost 4AM and I have class in the morning, so I shall keep this one shortish since this chapter was so damn long. Breaking it like I did chapter eight would have ruined the flow, so hopefully it wasn't too hard to work through? :laughs: I hope everyone enjoyed that as much as I did, though. I feel like a huge loser/dork for laughing at a few of my own jokes, but you guys are probably already figuring that out about me by now.

NEXT CHAPTER: Evidential Proof

A few minutes alone at the Game Shop before everyone returns—what unexpected things could possibly occur?

…I don't like that description, but my brain isn't cooperating without giving too much away. Having gotten my smexy streak out of my system, there's a playful turn to the serious before everything gets lighthearted again. Yay for plot and reoccurring themes! XD But for those of you who commented about the collar incident from a few chapters back, it wasn't in vain, needless to say. My brain just wouldn't let that one go.

Sad news is, I have midterms this week, so I won't have much time to work on the story since I'll be studying my ass off, basically. I'd like it to still go up on Sunday, but it could be as late as the following Wednesday, so hopefully this can tide you over until then? I can't believe it's already that time of year…

Thanks for all of your support and great feedback from the last chapter! It always makes my day, so a sincere thank you, as always. Until next time!