A/N: This is a little over sixty percent lemon, but there's a little bit of sugar to temper it.

Chapter 22: Morning Madness

Things were slowly beginning to filter through Kaiba's mind as he started to wake up, like the fact that there was someone softly moaning his name and that his hand was in a place it definitely should not have been. Opening his eyes, he saw that Yami was nestled against his body as they laid on their sides and he became even more aware of the fact that certain parts of himself were being encouraged by the way that Yami was grinding against him. He froze at the realization of where exactly his hand was and what it had been doing, causing Yami to ask, "Are you finally awake?"

"Finally?" Kaiba repeated, making a startled noise when Yami suddenly pushed him onto his back. Before Kaiba even had a chance to protest, Yami was straddling his hips and staring down at him with an intense look that was too difficult to identify so early in the morning.

"I had wanted to let you sleep, but—"

"…what?"

"—after ten minutes of this," Yami explained, demonstrating by letting his fingers drift lightly along Kaiba's skin, becoming smug at the instant reaction it produced. Yami continued trailing his way down until he was teasing the one part of Kaiba that was completely awake and eager for more. Smirking, Yami started to change directions as his fingertips feathered their way up again, resulting in an involuntary groan from Kaiba.

"I was…?"

Instead of answering the half formed question, Yami leaned forward and started aggressively kissing him in a hungry manner that gave Kaiba an idea of just how much he had sexually frustrated the other. Between Yami's ferocious kiss and the way he was moving his body against Kaiba's, it was hard to focus on anything else, especially once Yami's hand returned to his stiff shaft and started stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace that had him growling at the back of his throat. "Wait—"

Yami paused just long enough to tersely say, "I did," before roughly continuing what he had been doing, causing Kaiba to inhale sharply when he felt the other's thumb rubbing the tip of his cock.

"That wasn't what I meant."

Figuring he was objecting to the timeframe, Yami muttered, "I don't care how late it makes us," as his hands continued to relentlessly repay Kaiba for his torturous behavior earlier.

The alarm clock hadn't even gone off yet, so that wasn't really a concern of Kaiba's, but it also wasn't the point. With a small amount of effort, he managed to flip Yami and partially pin him down as he harshly said, "I told you to wait, damn it!"

"For what?" Yami asked in an annoyed tone of voice. His eyes still had the fierce intensity from earlier and it wasn't helping Kaiba process things; it was shutting down the few parts of his mind that had attempted to function so early in the morning. At least that meant he wouldn't have to try to understand why the aggressive crimson gaze was so stimulating to him or why it kept making it impossible to think.

"For—" Kaiba started to say before stopping once he realized he didn't actually have an answer. He remained on top of Yami, panting slightly in an attempt to catch his breath as he tried to figure out what was currently happening, but it was of no use. "Oh, goddamn it!" he swore, hating that his mind was feeling muddled as his hormones defeated his capacity for coherent thoughts.

Figuring that he may as well act out now in order to prevent embarrassing distractions later in the day, Kaiba's irritation led him to start forcefully kissing Yami as his free hand moved downward with a purpose. With the other responding enthusiastically, it was making Kaiba's annoyance turn into unadulterated lust as he coated his fingers with the fluids that had gathered before slipping a finger into Yami without warning.

Yami was just glad that Kaiba had finally stopped trying to argue and he couldn't help but demand breathily, "More," as he shifted his body to accommodate their current position.

In response, Kaiba sat back and added a second finger, although it was met with some initial resistance until Yami relaxed. Only then did Kaiba start moving his fingers, watching in fascination as Yami's body rocked against the movements, his hips raising off of the bed slightly in an attempt for a better angle.

His patience was almost at its limit, so Yami told Kaiba, "Forget that, just—"

Even though Kaiba felt completely ridiculous while trying to ready Yami, he recognized the necessity of it, although he was beginning to wonder if there wasn't something that could help facilitate the process in a more effective way. "No," Kaiba refused, intrigued by the flicker of emotion in Yami's eyes over his insubordination and ignoring the fact that it made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"I don't care if—"

"You will later," Kaiba interrupted, prematurely trying to add a third finger to prove his point.

Yami's body tensed up as he made a quiet noise of pain, despite the fact that Kaiba had barely managed to get it into him. "Bastard," Yami muttered dejectedly, trying not to pout.

"I just don't—" Kaiba started to say before cutting himself off with a startled look.

"What? You just don't want to cooperate?" Yami questioned sarcastically, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Kaiba. "Is that it?"

It was more the sentiment of the words rather than the words themselves that had caught Kaiba off guard and he could only answer, "It's not that," as he withdrew his fingers.

Yami almost sounded exasperated as he asked, "Then what is it?"

"I just don't want to hurt you, okay?" Kaiba answered angrily in a defensive tone, feeling weird admitting it out loud. "It's not like I—"

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because Yami had suddenly changed positions and was in his lap, kissing him so forcefully that he had no choice but to go with it. The sudden full contact of their heated skin combined with the feeling of Yami's hard length pressing against his stomach caused him to groan as his body reacted. "I appreciate that," Yami told him as he pulled back a little to look Kaiba in the eyes, "but if you don't hurry up and fuck me, I'm going to—"

Kaiba didn't really want to hear how that sentence ended, so he interrupted with a derisive, "You're certainly being a demanding bastard this morning," but all that did was get him shoved flat onto his back again.

"You should have thought about that before."

"I was asleep, asshole!"

Smirking, Yami challenged, "Is Kaiba Seto making an excuse?"

He knew that Yami was trying to bait him, but Kaiba demanded anyway, "Are you just trying to piss me off?"

"Is it working?" Yami asked with an impish grin.

"If you think that you're going to get what you want by angering me—"

The change in Yami's demeanor was immediate as he asked in a seductive tone, "Why would I bother trying to do that when I'm perfectly capable of getting what I want on my own?" Not giving the other a chance to answer, Yami had already positioned himself to let Kaiba's cock slowly enter him as he eased his way onto it with a wordless gasp.

Kaiba's mind had become distracted by the conversation, but it was quickly refocused on what Yami was doing as he felt himself being surrounded by that tight warmth that he was starting to get accustomed to. "Shit!—Yami, you're—" Kaiba tried to say, but his words stopped at the look Yami gave him. It was arrogant and volatile and so many other things that caused something deep and primal within Kaiba to respond in turn; he didn't understand it, but for once it didn't matter. All he knew was that it made him want to fuck Yami until neither one of them could move and they just so happened to have the perfect opportunity at the moment; he could figure out an irrational explanation later.

Satisfied with the change he could sense in Kaiba's attitude, Yami couldn't help but smirk again, relishing the response it earned him. Even though he was eager to move once Kaiba was completely sheathed within him, he waited until his body had completely adjusted; his impatience had temporarily gotten the better of him, but he didn't want to regret it later.

The last time Yami had tried the position, Kaiba had been too focused on his phone call to notice all of the quiet little gasps that were currently testing his willpower this time. He forced himself to stay still, which was a little easier to do once Yami stopped moving, but Kaiba's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they worked their way up Yami's thighs, earning him a small noise as they were pushed away. Unable to resist any longer, Kaiba gently bucked his hips upward to gauge Yami's reaction, pleased with the way it made the other cry out wordlessly.

Bracing himself by placing his hands on Kaiba's stomach, Yami started a frustratingly slow pace that had him groaning more out of irritation than pleasure. That feeling increased once Kaiba began torturing Yami with gentle touches that followed the length of his member, but he didn't get a chance to say anything to him about it because Kaiba thrust up hard, causing Yami to tilt his head back as he moaned, "Seto."

The sight of Yami's skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as he arched his body, the way he had his eyes closed as his head was tipped back, the breathy way he had spoken Kaiba's name, it was all almost too much for him to process. Realizing that it was him and him alone who was responsible for the way Yami looked right now was highly gratifying to Kaiba and it lent a sudden urgency to his actions.

Sitting up and initiating a strong kiss that muffled Yami's confusion, it was quickly stopped when Yami shifted positions again in order to wrap his legs around Kaiba. It limited his mobility, but before he could do anything about it, Kaiba had placed one his arms against Yami's back to hold him closer while he used his other hand to balance himself as he forced them both back into a horizontal position. "Impressive," Yami murmured with a small laugh as he tried to get adjusted to the latest change.

"I thought so," Kaiba said with a hint of sarcasm before tossing one of the pillows that was in the way over the edge of the bed. He hadn't exactly been paying attention to where it landed, so the sound of something breaking made him look over in irritation. "Shit, not again!"

"Again?"

"Damn it, I just had that replaced!"

Despite his desire to continue, Yami still found humor in the situation and couldn't help but provoke, "Are you in the habit of breaking lamps?"

"No, but Friday—" Kaiba started to explain, before cutting himself off when he realized how ridiculous it was to have that conversation when they were currently busy with other things. "Fuck it, it's not important."

"It's still funny," Yami said with a laugh that earned him a glare.

"Only to you," Kaiba muttered before actively resuming their previous activities.

Taking advantage of the leverage he had with Yami's legs around his waist, Kaiba started off slow, still cautious about the other's body. Yami misinterpreted it as payback for talking about the lamp, so he continued just to spite Kaiba. "You should put it somewhere else next time."

"Enough with the fucking lamp already!" Kaiba told him, inadvertently becoming rougher out of his annoyance, which was exactly what Yami had intended. When he thought that Yami was about to make another comment, Kaiba preemptively cut it off by leaning forward and silencing him with a kiss that amused Yami even more.

Due to Kaiba's change in position, Yami moved his legs from around the other's waist and onto the bed. No longer restrained, Kaiba continued at the harsh pace that was causing Yami to become increasingly vocal. It was enough to make him grateful that his room was nearly soundproof and that Mokuba was far enough away and a deep enough sleeper that he wouldn't have to worry about him anyone hearing anything.

Even though he was concerned about Yami's body, it was hard to restrain himself when Yami started demanding, "Harder, Seto! Right th—fuck, that feels so—harder!"

Forgoing speed in order to penetrate as deep and hard as possible, Kaiba couldn't stop himself from moaning at the sensation of Yami's muscles clenching around him tightly. . Their reactions spurred each other on and Kaiba knew that he was being relentless, but he didn't bother restraining his own voice as he continued making Yami gasp and move in a way that had him thrusting even more vigorously as a result. It was starting to take its toll on him and he knew that there was no way he could maintain it for much longer, so he was a bit relieved when Yami finally came, allowing him to finish at a slightly less strenuous pace.

Completely spent, Kaiba remained still before finally pulling out and moving off of Yami. Spotting the other's towel on the floor, he used the advantage of his longer arms to reach down and get it, tossing it over to Yami to clean himself. With that done, Kaiba lay down again on his back as he tried to get regulate his ragged breathing, knowing there was little he could do for the trembling in his arms and legs. It was a minor complaint, but he was feeling too good to care for the moment.

Once Yami had finished, he dropped the towel back over the edge of the bed and flopped down next to Kaiba with a muffled, "Mm," as he pulled the comforter back over them.

"Mm?" Kaiba repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmhm."

"Lost the ability to speak?"

Looking up at Kaiba with a grin, Yami taunted, "It'll take a lot more than that."

"I don't doubt it," Kaiba replied with a short laugh as Yami curled up next to him. Kaiba was too tired to object and it wasn't like it was necessarily a bad thing, he decided as he allowed the other to stay by his side. He had no inclination to move any more than he had to at the moment and he looked over at his clock to see how much longer they had when he started swearing again.

Unsure of what had caused Kaiba's displeasure, Yami asked, "What?"

Kaiba didn't understand how it had happened without his being aware of it, but he still found it frustrating. "Bastard! You turned off the alarm!"

Shrugging, Yami told him, "It was being noisy."

"It's supposed to be noisy!"

"But I wanted to sleep," Yami protested, "and it's not like you had any complaints."

The only thing that was more annoying to Kaiba was the fact that his body had very little motivation to get out of bed despite knowing they were already late for school. It was difficult to resist the argument that a few more minutes wouldn't matter since they were already two hours late. "Bastard," he swore again, although he had his suspicions that he was referring more to himself than the other.

"Would you rather have been in homeroom?" Yami asked playfully.

It finally occurred to Kaiba that being late had other consequences and he scowled at the thought, not the least bit pleased. "That loser dog of yours is going to think I intentionally didn't show."

Frowning at the continued insistence of referring to his friend in such a manner, he knew that now was not the time to try and correct Kaiba. Instead, he decided to open his connection with Yuugi to get an update, only to flinch at the way Yuugi's voice echoed through his mind as he yelled, "Yami! Where the hell are you?"

Unaware of what was going on, Kaiba looked at Yami with concern when he heard him gasp in pain. "Yami…?"

"I'm fine," Yami reassured Kaiba, "aibou's just a little…concerned."

"He should have fucking thought about that last night," Kaiba muttered, trying to ignore whatever emotion was trying to make itself known.

Lightly kissing the part of Kaiba's chest that he currently had access to, Yami returned his attention back to Yuugi. "Not so loud?"

"I've been worried! I haven't been able to get in touch with you since last night!"

"You were asleep," Yami pointed out, "and I told you that I would come back after Jounouchi-kun left."

"When I couldn't reach you this morning, I thought that something might have happened!"

Yami was torn between feeling guilty for worrying his aibou and knowing that he had made the correct decision; there were just some things that didn't need to be shared. "No, I was just…"

"You were just what?" Yuugi asked, his irritation seeping through to Yami.

Forgoing the excuse, Yami let him know, "I'll be in later," since he sincerely doubted Kaiba could be convinced to miss an entire day of school and work to stay in bed; his own body probably couldn't handle it, anyway.

"I told the teachers that you were late because you were still getting over your jetlag," Yuugi let him know, making Yami feel a twinge of regret for forcing his aibou to lie on his behalf.

Yami apologized, "Sorry," yawning as he shifted positions and laid one of his arms across Kaiba's chest.

"You are not going back to sleep," Kaiba told Yami as he poked him in the side, scowling at the chuckle it produced.

"I know."

"Jounouchi-kun thinks that—" Yuugi said before abruptly saying, "hold on."

Assuming that Yuugi had been called on in class to answer a question, Yami sighed as he waited to find out more about his friend. Sensing the change, Kaiba prompted, "And?"

"I'm on hold," Yami explained.

"On hold?" Kaiba repeated before laughing at the thought.

Yami wasn't sure why the other found it funny, but he enjoyed the way the laugh sounded as he rested his head on Kaiba's chest. He shivered as he felt Kaiba's long fingers lightly trailing along his back, but it seemed that the other was unaware of his actions. It was a pleasant enough distraction and Yami continued enjoying the sensation, eventually interrupted by Yuugi's voice softly filtering through, "Yami?"

"Hm?"

After a slight pause, Yuugi ventured to ask, "You're with Kaiba-kun, aren't you?"

It was a bit of relief to hear the comment said with amusement rather than accusation, but it still surprised Yami as he confirmed, "Ah."

"I don't want to know the reason why you're both late, do I?"

"…probably not," Yami finally told him with a chuckle that had Kaiba raising an eyebrow. "Did anything happen in homeroom?"

Yuugi informed him that, "Bakura-kun didn't come to school today," and Yami couldn't help but become suspicious of what the angry spirit was doing instead.

"Jounouchi-kun?"

"He's still worried that you're upset with him."

The comment seemed strange to Yami and he asked, "Why would I be upset with him?"

"That's what I tried to explain to him last night," Yuugi told him, some of his frustration slipping through their connection, "but he probably won't believe it until he hears it from you." Sensing Yami's confusion, Yuugi tried to figure out the best way to explain Jounouchi's thoughts. "He's just concerned that because of his reaction yesterday…he's worried that he didn't behave like a very good friend."

Yami knew how much worse the situation could have been if Jounouchi had acted out in his normal ask questions later style, so in some ways he was grateful that the other had been too stunned to do anything. "I'll talk to him later today," Yami decided, disliking the fact that his friend had found a way to blame himself over the situation.

"I'll let him know."

He knew that it was bound to be an awkward subject, but Yami forced himself to question, "What about Anzu?"

Out of all of the reactions Yami had been expecting, pleased had not one of them as Yuugi said, "We…talked."

"Only talked?" Yami asked skeptically, judging from Yuugi's emotions that there was more to it than that.

"Let's just say there's a reason I wasn't upset with Kaiba-kun," Yuugi hinted cryptically before laughing.

"Aibou! What—"

Still laughing, Yuugi's voice got fainter as he said, "Later."

Yami wanted to protest, but he could already tell it was too late. "Damn it!" Yami muttered, surprising Kaiba.

"What?" he asked, his hand finally stilling as he rested it on Yami's hip.

"He had to go."

"So?"

"I wasn't finished yet."

Kaiba pointed out, "You'll see him soon enough," but he still made no move to get out of bed. He was further impeded when Yami tangled his legs with Kaiba's, causing him to shiver when he felt cold toes against his calves. "And why the hell are your feet so damn cold?"

"I have no idea," Yami answered with a laugh, lightly running his thumb over one of Kaiba's nipples, his tongue darting out to lick the other that had become stiff from the cold chill.

Trying his best to ignore the fact that the dual sensations were quickly causing his body to reawaken, Kaiba forced Yami's hand away as he sharply demanded, "Knock it off."

"Why?" Yami asked playfully, shifting positions so he could lightly capture the nipple closest to him between his teeth as he continued letting his tongue tease it.

Kaiba had intended for his words to be a harsh reprimand when he said, "Damn it, Yami," but it sounded more like a sexually frustrated moan that had the other on top of him in an instant. "Just get in the goddamn shower already!"

"That works, too," Yami decided with a laugh that would have made Kaiba frown if Yami hadn't leaned forward and started kissing him at that moment.

"Shower. Now," Kaiba commanded, ignoring the amused look it earned him.

After one more quick kiss, Yami said, "Good morning," as he slid off of Kaiba and moved to the edge of the bed.

Kaiba wasn't quite sure why he started laughing at that as he followed Yami into his bathroom, but continued to mutter various threats to appease himself.

Before Yami could say anything else, he was startled when he heard Yuugi's voice warning him, "You two are never going to make it to school if you keep that up."

Realizing that he had forgot to block himself off after Yuugi had already done as such, Yami found himself apologizing, "Sorry, I thought—"

"Just try to make it here sometime before lunch, okay?"

"How long does that give me?"

"Yami!" Yuugi exclaimed with mild reproach.

He could only laugh as he asked in mock indignation, "What?"

Unable to hear the conversation between the two, Kaiba asked Yami as he forced him to get into the shower, "And what exactly is so funny?"

Sensing the shift in emotions, Yuugi didn't want to experience any more than he already had, so he told Yami, "Let me know when you get to school," before completely shutting down their connection without waiting for a reply.

Returning his attention to Kaiba as he waited for the water to get warm, Yami asked him with a perverse grin, "What time is lunch?"

"Why?"

"Just curious," Yami murmured as he stepped under the showerhead, pleased once Kaiba joined him.

Not believing him at all, Kaiba said, "Bullshit," causing Yami to laugh softly. "Why?"

Pulling Kaiba closer and pressing his body suggestively against it, Yami thoroughly enjoyed the sensation as he rephrased his question to, "When is it?"

Despite himself, Kaiba frowned as he answered, "One thirty."

"So we've still got a few hours, then…"

A/N: Like bunnies, those two.

Not a whole lot to add to this one, but that's a given since it's almost straight up smut. The only weird thing in the overanalyzing department I can even think to mention is soundproofing the room. While there would be plenty of reasons to want no one outside of your room to hear you, as a consequence you wouldn't be able to hear anyone outside of your room. Between that and confidence in the strength of his security, I don't think his room would be completely soundproof, but the doors are probably thick. But hey, Mokuba was already at school, so it doesn't really matter, does it? XD Kid doesn't need to know too much, after all…

I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews; they are so much fun for me to read! That was the most I ever got for one chapter, so it was quite reassuring since sweetness with these two can be kind of tricky. But hey, we're back to the aggression, which is fun.

NEXT CHAPTER: Afternoon Agitation

Jounouchi confronts Kaiba in an attempt to get some answers, but Kaiba won't cooperate. How long does Jounouchi have before Kaiba loses his temper? Stray thoughts lead to more questions of a different kind, but Kaiba isn't sure he wants the answers.

I'll aim for next Sunday, as per usual. Until then, please feel free to let me know your thoughts!