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Warnings: YAOI — DO NOT READ IF IT'S NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Lots of swearing and oh, some "OMG!WTF!I-am-going-to-kill-Jolly! " moments…
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"You're late," Kaiba replied coldly as blue gaze met crimson; his rigid pose and the fists firmly clenched by his sides revealed just how tightly wound up he was.
Yami's eyes widened at Kaiba's words.
"As promised, I came back as soon as I could—"
"Well, it wasn't soon enough, was it?" sneered Kaiba cruelly.
Yami was taken aback by Kaiba's frosty attitude; indeed the office's temperature had dropped a few degrees lower thanks to the frigid man in front of him, but what had caused it was unbeknownst to him. Stung by the iciness in his words and unable to resist a comeback; Yami retaliated.
"Oh…and here I thought I'd rush back so you'd enlighten me on what your actions, prior to my departure meant!" he said scathingly.
"…"
Kaiba was momentarily rendered speechless.
Shit, he thought. Shit. Shit! Shit!
Truth be told, he had forgotten about that incident. Amidst the game, Sakaki and his own emotional upheaval, it had completely escaped his mind—trust Yami to remember!
Admittedly, this was going to be troublesome especially with Yami staring expectantly at him with folded arms, a slender brow raised and a foot that tapped the floor repeatedly; Kaiba knew he needed an answer—fast!
"What would you care?" he retorted, "Considering you and Sakaki were busy drooling and pawing over each other the entire time!" Kaiba knew, at least on Yami's part, it wasn't true and guilt pricked his conscience for it but then…all's fair in love and war, he reasoned with himself.
He felt a little better.
Yami gaped at his employer. He was puzzled with Kaiba's attitude, the fact that he was running hot and cold with issues that weren't even supposed to be an issue was baffling and perplexing. He didn't know how to respond to it. He knew that Kaiba might have been irritated over Sakaki's over-enthusiastic behaviour but why would he make such a big deal out of it; it wasn't like there was a cause to complain other than the man was a little touchy-feely. In addition, the implication of him returning the advances was a little low even for Kaiba's standard. The CEO knew he had more integrity than that, so why the accusation? It was a cheap shot and they both knew it.
"That's bullshit and you know it too," he reproached the taller man. "There's nothing going on between the two of us, at least on my part! So…" Yami tilted his head to one side, his gaze still trained on Kaiba, "…are you going to tell me what's really going on?"
Kaiba had the decency to look a little shame-faced at Yami's frankness. He didn't know why he said it, it could have been that he wanted to hear Yami reassure him that he was not taken in by that man—if so, why? Why was it so important for him to hear Yami's denial? The predicament that Kaiba had found himself in was becoming more bizarre by the minute and Yami in "Pharaoh" mode demanding answers, was not helping matters.
So Kaiba remained obstinately silent.
"Seto?" prompted Yami.
"…"
"Seto!"
Silence continued as Kaiba avoided eye contact with Yami.
With a weary sigh, Yami conceded defeat. He couldn't win when Kaiba was being a stubborn ass—that man was the personification of the words "stubborn" and "ass" when the mood took him. Disappointed with Kaiba's sullen silence and persistent evasiveness, Yami shook his head and grimaced. This was going nowhere.
Thinking it was better to see to his duties outside the office and hoping when he returned Kaiba would have left for KaibaCorp, Yami announced, "I think I will check on the floor to ensure all is well…and you should go back to headquarters before it collapses in your absence."
Kaiba immediately looked at Yami; surprised the latter had conceded so easily. The shorter man was slowly walking towards the door; his usual proud bearing was replaced with slumped shoulders and a shuffling pace. Kaiba took in the sight of the dejectedly figure and his anger fled in an instant; remorse engulfed him as he tried to account for his unreasonable behaviour. He knew he had offended his companion and needlessly hurt his pride…it was all because he got upset that Yami gave his attention to someone else…someone other than him. He was—
No way!
Kaiba palmed his face at the revelation.
He was jealous…?
Yami—him—jealous?
No fucking way!
Did he care that much for the ex-spirit that he would be possessive, covetous and spiteful? Surely he could be all those things—without Yami triggering them? The more he thought about it, the more worrisome it became.
The opening of the door informed Kaiba the room would soon be one occupant less. In a state of fearful panic and utter recklessness, the CEO lunged at his shorter companion, effectively pinning him onto the door.
"Ow…Seto?"
I really should stop acting so damn impulsive! Kaiba groaned inwardly. The fact that his body moved before his brain had a say in the matter…twice, was rather embarrassing not to mention extremely suspicious. He was very concerned!
The prolonged silence and the stillness made the room eerie; it felt like an age before Kaiba replied.
"I don't like him!" he spat venomously.
"Who…Sakaki?" asked Yami, despite knowing the answer.
"I don't like the way he acts with you, I don't like the way he talks to you and I hate the way he touches you!"
"Wha…?" Yami was dumbstruck for a moment. "Come on Seto, he's just a client…nothing more. Lighten up a bit, will you?"
Kaiba straightened up and slammed his hands on the door; close to either the side of Yami's face. Yami winced at the thud that resounded loudly in his ears but he kept his eyes on his rival.
"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" repeated Kaiba with a snarl. "Keep away from him or I'll…"
"…Or you'll what, Kaiba? Fire me, throttle me… or throttle him…?" Yami's anger was beginning to match Kaiba's at an alarming rate.
"Fuck!" growled Kaiba. He needed to avoid the subject at all cost; at the rate the conversation was going, Yami would have easily figured out the underlying reason for his dislike of Sakaki and connect it to the cause of his erratic behaviour. The prospect of the petit man ruthlessly taunting him with the knowledge was troubling—the former Pharaoh didn't require more fuel for his sadistic enjoyment, he had enough already!
Kaiba's bad mood suddenly amplified ten-fold. In his frustration, he pushed himself off the door and began to turn way—but Yami caught him by the arm, unwilling to be ignored.
Then the realisation dawned on the Game King…
"Are you jealous?" Yami asked curiously, watching closely at his rival's reaction.
Shit, too late! Kaiba thought as he mentally flinched at Yami's words. "Piss off!" he countered, unable to refute the accusation but not wanting to admit to it either, "That's fucking absurd!"
"Oh Ra! You are jealous!"
Kaiba wasn't imaging it but he was certain he detected a hint of smugness in Yami's voice. "We are not having this conversation and…" Shrugging off Yami's hand from his arm, Kaiba reached for the door, "…I am leaving!"
"Where do you think you are running off to, you coward?"
The challenging insult stopped Kaiba in mid-action and he slowly turned to face Yami; his eyes narrowed to thin blue slits. "What did you just call me?" he said in a dangerously low voice.
"Coward!" repeated the shorter man without a moment's hesitation.
"How dare you!"
"I dare, you jealous coward!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Make me!"
Their faces were almost touching as they glared angrily at each other; their breaths mingled from the close proximity.
"I am warning you, Yami! Don't push it!"
"Why? Too afraid to admit it, cowar— "
Kaiba crushed his lips onto his rival's. The sweet sound of Yami being cut off was music to his ears. Yami's eyes widened with shock before closing them slowly as he melted into the kiss.
Forcing Yami's lips apart with his tongue, Kaiba expertly delved into the wet cavern, exploring hungrily. Pleased it elicited a moan from the smaller man; the CEO increased the urgency as he grew with fervour. It was more enjoyable than listening to Yami's mindless provocations. Subsequently, he felt slim arms move up and snake themselves around his neck, drawing him closer. Likewise, one of Kaiba hands moved to caress the small of Yami's back whilst the other found purchase on the back of the spiky tri-colour head. He felt Yami move closer pressing his lower body suggestively onto his…
The action startled Kaiba and he pulled back immediately; breathing heavily and staring dumbfounded at Yami. What the hell was that? The same thought ran through his mind in a repetitive loop. His actions confused and irked him. He wanted nothing more than to deny what he had just done but that was not possible—not with Yami gawping at him, flustered and gob-smacked! The King of Games wasn't so easily stunned into complete silence—a fact that Kaiba would have revelled in had the situation not been so dire—dire for him that is!
The stretched silence accented the awkwardness that surrounded the pair. Unable to explain his action…again and not wanting Yami to resume his interrogation, he made a beeline for the door—avoiding all contact with the shorter man, physical and verbal.
"No…"
It was scarcely above a whisper—barely audible but it stopped Kaiba in his tracks.
Slender arms encircled his waist from behind and he felt the heat as its owner's body and face pressed into his back.
"No…" he repeated in the same soft timbre. Kaiba felt the heat of the word as it seeped through his clothes.
"I…" Kaiba started to say but he was unsure of how to continue. He swallowed and tried again, "I…"
Fuck! Words failed him again.
All the while, Yami could sense Kaiba's struggle. With his face resting against the latter's back, he could the feel vibration of the word each time Kaiba spoke it and how it faded to a faint rumble as it died in his throat. But it wasn't the words spoken or unspoken that had mattered to Yami at that point in time, no it was something entirely different, something that Kaiba did not know betrayed his feelings more than the words he could not voice…it was his heart.
Little did Kaiba know the frantic beating of his heart informed Yami all he needed to know; it was comforting and soothing to hear despite its violent tempo. Yami smiled contentedly at the sound. "It's okay," he finally said. "You don't have to say a thing…I know."
Turning around slowly within the circle of limbs, the taller male looked at Yami enquiringly.
"Yami?"
"What your lips refused to utter and your mind refused to accept—your actions pronounced it and your body confirmed it… Your body's more honest with your feelings, Seto—it told me everything I needed to know."
"I…" began Kaiba again but Yami placed a finger on his lips cutting off the words.
"…just show me," he said gently.
Enthused by such sincerity, Kaiba placed a hesitant hand on Yami's face and the latter leaned into it, closing his eyes as he savoured the touch. With his thumb, Kaiba traced the delicate features of the face before him; tenderly caressing the eyelid and the cheek with light feathery strokes. Yami sighed with contentment and his appreciation instantly drew Kaiba's attention to the soft inviting lips. His thumb brushed over the lips parting them slightly; enhancing its allurement. He was mesmerised.
Unable to resist further, Kaiba bent down and kissed those enticing lips. Unlike its predecessor, the kiss was slow and gentle as Kaiba's tongue darted in and out his rival's mouth; flicking in a teasing manner. Yami groaned at the torturous methods being employed on him and he made his protest evident as he pulled the other by the front of his jacket and mashed his lips firmly on his tormentor's. Initially, Kaiba was taken aback by the aggression but he recovered quickly enough to return the challenge with equal vigour and tongues clashed as they sucked, bit and tasted one another.
Finally, breaking off for air, Kaiba randomly placed butterfly kisses on Yami's face and neck; the Game King once again pressed forward letting the former know of his need. Kaiba pushed his head back and stared down at the petit male.
"Are you sure?" he asked huskily.
Yami replied with a seductive smirk before lifting one leg and hooking it around Kaiba's waist. Kaiba understood its meaning and wasted no time in implementing Yami's request. Lifting up the ex-spirit thus allowing him to wound his other leg around him, he walked over to the table; carrying his prized burden in a tight embrace. Upon reaching his destination, Kaiba swept the stack of papers aside before gently setting Yami down on his back. Then leaning over the other male with parted arms on either side, to support his position; Kaiba looked long and hard at his companion.
Yami was certainly a bewitching sight with his swollen lips and his face suffused with a warm glow. His lust-filled eyes boldly met his, tempting him with delicious possibilities whilst daring him to go that one step further— but not wanting to be the instigator of what their bodies were screaming out for them to actualise; Kaiba was very hesitant.
Aware that there had always been a fine line that divided the "professionalism" and "familiarity" of their relationship, it was an equilibrium Kaiba had ensured he painstakingly maintained through detachment, denial and deprivation. However, confronted with the addition of "intimacy" to the equation, how would they and this precarious balance fare?
Standing on the edge of the precipice, Kaiba knew he was past the point of no return as the dam that held back his suppressed emotions burst forth and pushed him over the brink—he was powerless to stop it from happening. Maybe he was hoping Yami would prevent this insaneness from continuing. His constant prompting and reluctance could easily have been construed as a plea for his rival to stop him, knowing full well, he couldn't stop himself.
"Are you really sure, Yami?" he repeated again.
Yami sensed Kaiba's dilemma, he knew what the CEO was asking of him and he understood the underlying message in the appeal. Unfortunately, he wasn't so obliging. Wanting this as much as his companion but not wanting to influence the decision, the ex-spirit said solemnly, "You should be asking yourself that, Seto. If you do not want this, then leave now and we'll pretend this never happened. However, if you do want this…then do not ever run from me again."
Yami's words were openly honest and sincere. He did not sugar-coat it nor did he allow Kaiba to shirk the responsibility. He knew if they were to have a chance to be together then both parties would have to desire it; it would be too painful otherwise.
Kaiba looked deep into the pools of crimson and he saw his image reflected in their hypnotic beauty. He cared enough for Yami—that much he would acknowledge; as for the rest, well, he was willing to work on.
Finally giving into his desire, Kaiba kissed Yami deeply as he began to remove the latter's clothes; each piece discarded promised a step closer to fulfilling his need. When all the clothing had been disposed of, Kaiba drank in the sight before him. The body beneath him was smooth and spoke of a delicacy that was not effeminate but no less graceful or exquisite. Propping himself onto one elbow, Kaiba bent down to capture Yami's lips once more as his free hand roamed unhindered around the exposed body, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in its wake. Yami mewled into Kaiba's mouth and arched into his touch as he grew impatient for the feel of Kaiba's skin under his hands as well.
Tugging Kaiba by the lapel of his jacket, Yami broke off from the kiss and made his grievance clear. "Off. Now!" he demanded firmly.
With an infuriating smile and an arched brow, Kaiba straightened himself up and began to slowly remove his clothes. Yami watched his partner with eager fascination as he divested his garments at a leisurely pace; tantalising him with an act that was akin to a striptease until he was completely bare…wearing nothing but a sexy smirk!
Raising open arms towards Kaiba, Yami motioned the taller male towards him.
Kaiba lowered himself into the welcoming arms; abandoning all pretence and caution as he willingly gave himself up to the temptation that beckoned him. Kissing Yami hard on the mouth, Kaiba subsequently moved to the other's face, neck and body, placing random kisses on the smooth heated skin and evoking a soft groan or a gentle sigh from the smaller man. His hands wandered around the body; exploring its velvety plains, hardened peaks and curved crevices whilst Yami in response stroked his back, groped his rear and rubbed their erections together.
Moving down until his face was between Yami's open legs, Kaiba kissed the other's inner thighs, placing small nips here and there to provide a contrast between the gentle and the roughness of his actions. Yami arched in response, his feet planted firmly on the edge of the desk as his hands tugged and tousled the brunette's hair; he watched intently as Kaiba teased him mercilessly.
Likewise, Kaiba's eyes never left Yami's face; the multiple expressions the former Pharaoh displayed were captivating. Never did he think he'd be privy to such exhibit of emotions from the man before him. Wanting to see if he could provoke more from the latter, Kaiba swirled a wet tongue playfully around the puckered entrance.
Yami's body immediately shot up in response as he let out a throaty moan as he glared half-heartedly at the man who caused the reaction. The effect made Kaiba desperately impatient. Not wanting to squander more time but needing a lubricant to prepare Yami with, Kaiba began to look around for an equivalent or the very least, something he could improvise with.
Sensing the other's need, Yami pointed reluctantly to the drawer on the right side of his desk. "Bottom drawer," he mumbled as he flung an arm over his reddening face.
Mystified, Kaiba swiftly complied, bending over as he gave the drawer a sharp tug. The compartment open slid open with ease and Kaiba reached down to retrieve the required product; what greeted his eyes made him stop in consternation—
Stacks of multi-coloured boxes and packages were strewn carelessly inside. Kaiba's stares fluctuated between those and its owner.
"What the hell are—"
"—gifts," Yami intercepted, not wanting to elaborate on it more than he had to. It was embarrassing enough that he had them but to allow Kaiba to see them was worse—it was bloody mortifying!
"…From who?" Kaiba demanded as he rummaged through the pile, inspecting the contents for the desired product.
"Clients…" replied Yami not daring to add "staff" as Kaiba picked up a Black Magician plushy and dangled it carelessly before him!
Kaiba answered with a brusque "Hnn!" before continuing with his search, making a mental note to self to find out who the bearers of these gifts were. Intrigued with Yami's insistence that there were lubricants in the gifts, he came across a rectangular lidded box; its red glossiness matched that of the receiver's eyes. Yami blanched at the sight of it—and it didn't go unnoticed by Kaiba. Upon opening the box, the CEO nearly choked on seeing the objects inside.
Neatly tucked within was a bottle of mint lubricant, a small box of condoms and… anal beads!
What the fuck? …Who the fuck gave him those? The need to discover the culprit for that particular gift suddenly shot to the top of Kaiba's "priority" list as he grabbed the bottle and threw the rest of the contents into the trash. The discovery might have been amusing for him yesterday, at Yami's expense of course, but today he did not find it funny.
Yami tactfully remained silent as he watched a poker face Kaiba coat his fingers liberally with the slick substance; the smell of menthol assaulted the air around them. Being in an irate and unforgiving mood, Kaiba repeatedly circled Yami's entrance with one light finger, creating a voracious need and exasperating his victim with a vindictiveness that confirmed his sulky displeasure.
"Kaiba!" growled Yami testily as he instinctively bucked his hips, becoming frustrated with the fact that he needed more than what was being offered and knowing full well that his partner was too pissed-off to oblige.
Having felt he made his point, Kaiba responded to Yami's request. With a cocky smile, he gently nudged a finger into him—immediately causing the lithe body to arc upwards as it received the teasing digit. With eyes closed and parted lips that expelled soft breathy moans; Yami's response was so beautifully provocative that it took all of Kaiba's self-control to stop him from ravishing the smaller man, there and then.
When Kaiba was satisfied that Yami was well prepared and willing, he inserted another finger, methodically stretching and twisting the two digits inside the hot and moist interior. Once he felt the other had adjusted accordingly, he added one more finger; ensuring they were brushing against the small bundle of nerves with each thrust. By then, the latter was writhing and so wet that Kaiba's impatient cock wept with pre-cum and twitched with raw excitement.
After deeming Yami ready, Kaiba spread Yami's legs wide with his own arousal poised eagerly at the entrance of the latter's dripping and loosened hole. Cocking his head to one side, Kaiba looked questioningly at Yami, as he silently sought permission to proceed.
With a deep inhale of breath, Yami looked boldly at Kaiba and smiled; it was the signal that Kaiba had been keenly anticipating as he gently pressed into his lover.
Yami hissed in pain at the intrusion to his body as it tried to recoil from the cause—it was a reflex to the fire that seared through his lower body and tore him in two. Kaiba noticed the reaction and he placed feathery kisses on his lover's face, offering a distraction and coaxing him to relax his body.
Yami was tight, he was so tight that Kaiba had trouble trying to push his way in; the smaller body put up resistance all the way as it was slowly being filled. It made it harder for Kaiba to hold back, being encased with such consuming compactness; the pain-filled face of his lover was the only thing that was prevented Kaiba from ramming himself incessantly into that tight heat.
Feeling Yami's body beginning to ease beneath him, Kaiba looked questioningly at his lover; the petit man gave the barest of nods signalling the go-ahead that Kaiba required. The brunette slowly drew his length halfway out before slowly sheathing himself back in, he repeated this several times before he began to further the distance he drew himself out and pushed himself in again. He bit back a moan as the sensation of his cock being swallowed up in the fleshy folds began to overwhelm him; never had he felt such pleasure, such intensity—it was mind-blowing! Kaiba began at a steady pace and then gradually increased it allowing Yami to comfortably adapt, Kaiba smiled inwardly as he felt his lover's tension abate.
Yami was so beautiful to behold.
Never had it occur to Kaiba that this would be possible between them and yet the moment their lips met, he was entranced. Held in Yami's thrall, he was ensnared through his own free will—though he would never admit to it because his pride would never allow it. Such weakness was foolish and destructive if the knowledge was revealed. Just as he would never allow anyone to wield such obvious power over him, he would never tolerate another to woo or touch what he saw as his.
…And Yami was his and his alone.
Unable to maintain the set pace any longer, Kaiba sped up erratically. Encouraged by Yami's vocal response, lewd expressions and matching movements; the stoic man rode the latter's willing body to a frenzied state—until the buzz of the phone rudely interrupted them…
Kaiba reached over his amused lover and angrily stabbed the loudspeaker button.
"Motou-san…" began Sudo.
"FUCK OFF!" snapped Kaiba.
"Bu…but…S—" Sudo stammered.
"Listen hear, you imbecile," Kaiba growled viciously. "Unless you want to be unemployable for the next fifty years, I suggest you better not disturb 'Motou-san' for the rest of the day! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Y-Yes, Kaiba-sama," replied the frightened man.
"Hnn!" replied Kaiba as he picked up the machine and flung it on the floor, very close to the debris of his earlier rage session. It landed with crash that resonated around the room.
Yami snickered at Kaiba's rudeness. "Poor Sudo," he said sympathetically. "Did you have to be so mean to him?"
"I don't think you are in any position to utter another man's name!" The smirk and the thrust of the hip enforced Kaiba's point as continued his assault.
Yami swore profusely as he felt himself, once again stretched, filled and pounded mercilessly. Feeling his release approaching, Kaiba grabbed Yami's hips firmly with one hand whilst stroking Yami's cock with the other; he increased his momentum substantially. The repeated sound of flesh slapping upon flesh and wet thrusts filled the room, mirroring its occupant's cries of pleasure. Names were uttered as they neared their peak—everything at that point in time began to quicken and intensify until it exploded in an ecstasy of completion and rapturous delight.
Entirely spent and lying contently on top of the desk beside one another, Yami reached over and tenderly brushed the damp bangs away from his lover's face before affectionately kissing him. "Still denying that you are jealous of Sakaki, Kaiba Seto?" he teased.
Kaiba stiffened at the reminder while he tried to remain calm; he was not pleased that he had to hear that name again. "Then explain why the hell you looked as though you were having fucking orgasm when you were confronting him!" He countered. "That pompous jerk was so full of himself and arrogant too, maybe I should—"
Peals of laughter erupted from Yami as Kaiba looked on, a menacingly scowl marred his handsome features.
"Maybe I should fire you or better still, throttle you!" Kaiba threatened.
Yami had the audacity to look a little sheepish at his outburst even though it was ironically amusing. In an attempt to soothe away his lover's fears, Yami kissed Kaiba passionately; willing his feelings be known through the touch. After breaking away, Yami looked deep into his lover's stormy eyes, which were still a little unsettled from their wild encounter…
"Baka!" admonished Yami gently with a lingering smile on his face. "During the whole time, that 'pompous jerk' reminded me of you!"
Then he leaned in to give his haughty lover an avid kiss…
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"Yami...!"
The sudden movement from the bed disturbed the still of the night, as the occupant woke with a start. Bolting into upright position, he drew his knees up to his chest and pushed back the dark sweaty bangs that stuck to his clammy face.
He was panting heavily as he tried to calm his agitated state and banish the discontented thought that ran through his mind over and over again…
Shit! He thought bitterly as he hid his face into the palms of his hands, it was just a fucking dream!
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A/N: Erm… reviews…anyone…?
Okay, this was an uber-long chapter since...well, you should be familiar with my compulsive over-waffling, right?