A BIG "THANK YOU" to all the people who read and reviewed the previous chapter—know that your thoughts mean the world to me and it keeps me motivated! The following chapter is dedicated to you all…
Warnings: More swearing and the return of Sakaki!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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The morning at KaibaCorp remained uneventful with the members of staff practically walking on eggshells since their sullen employer arrived in the morning. Afraid for their jobs, they left the moody CEO to brood silently in his office, not nearing him within the radius of two floors if they could help it.
The older employees reminisced the "good ol' days" when "Yami-san" was still working at Headquarters—him being the only person who'd be brave enough to withstand Kaiba-sama's fury. In fact, Yami-san's immunity to the "tyrant" made him a legend and the staff spoke of him with reverence and awe. He was the people's hero, the one who could mollify the boss's irritation, challenge Kaiba-sama and prevent unnecessary redundancy. People felt a lot happier and safer when Yami-san was around; even Kaiba-sama was less cantankerous when the former was present. But little did they know that the person whom they so respected and adoringly worshipped was the sole cause of their present predicament; that the current misery inflicted on them was the by-product of a lover's quarrel between the "hero" and the "tyrant".
It was ironic!
Kaiba sat silently in his office as he laboured intensively over the program that appeared on the screen before him. Still pissed with the outcome of events, he threw himself wholeheartedly into his work, stopping only to take off his jacket and to bully his secretary with demands of coffee. The machine hummed faintly as he tapped nonstop on the keys, watching the numbers and characters lovingly materialise before him. At least it didn't ask all these unnecessary "whys" he thought sulkily as he paused from his work to reflect on the quarrel. Admittedly, he was surprised that Yami decided to stretch out the dispute; usually he was more forgiving and their squabbles would dissolve into a spell of vehemence mind-blowing sex.
With a snort, Kaiba scoffed at the thought. Forgiving—as if he did anything wrong which required forgiving! Stupid Yami! Stupid condoms!
Resuming his typing with renewed vigour, Kaiba peevishly jabbed the keys with deliberate malice that suggested his mind was distracted from the original task. It hampered his efficiency until finally, with forced resignation to the knowledge that his present actions were counterproductive, he stopped.
Lounging into his chair with a sigh, he swivelled it away from his desk so he faced the large windows that adorned his office. Oblivious to the wondrous view that his status afforded him, Kaiba's mind was occupied by a certain stubborn crimson-eyed individual and the engagement they had arranged for that evening.
The contemplative man wondered if Yami had managed to see some sense by then. It would be a pain if they were to spoil the evening by ignoring each other, the possibility of sharing an evening in silent awkwardness was enough to tempt him to conveniently "forget" about the arrangement and remain at work. It wasn't like he was running away from Yami and it certainly wasn't because he was acting cowardly but the former pharaoh could sometimes have this undesirable effect on him which could result in events being very unfavourable for him—like having him yield first should the problem prolong itself.
Kaiba gave another weary sigh. How did that dwarf, Yuugi managed make such a proud man listen to him? And what would it be like to have Yami submissive and tamed? Of course, to have an obedient Yami would mean taking away the very essence that made him irreplaceable and important to Kaiba but sometimes he wished the King of Games was a little less stubborn, a little less proud, a little less righteous and certainly a little less childish…
Kaiba smirked. As if… he thought drolly.
The trill sound of the phone shook the CEO out of his reverie. Annoyed at the interruption, Kaiba picked up the handset and answered into it with a cold "WHAT?" to the insubordinate fool who dared not heed his orders.
"Kaiba-sama, there's a Sakaki Ryuichi-sama to see you," informed the timid voice of his secretary over the phone. She knew better than to disturb the irate CEO but she could not slight the "guest" either, not after he presented his business card to her; his credentials were pretty impressive, even she knew that.
"I left specific instructions that I did not want to be disturbed—so what part of 'do not fucking disturb me,' did you not understand?" snapped Kaiba savagely.
"But Sakaki-sama—"
"Tell him to fuck off!" came the offensive retort, cruelly cutting the other's words in mid-sentence.
"B-but surely—" The secretary's insistence was clearly suicidal. Kaiba wasn't sure if he should be pissed off with her stupidity or applaud her for her bravery. Regardless, she wasn't going to last the remainder of the day.
"Listen, you can tell him exactly what I said or you can word it nicer and tell him to 'Go away' instead. Either way, I really don't give a shit as long as he's gone! Understood?" The command was absolute.
"Yes, Kaiba-sama," replied the poor tortured soul.
Outside of the office, the secretary gave an apologetic look to Sakaki. Judging from his amused expression, she suspected he knew what was said in the exchange. Given she had been placed in this kind of situation countless amount of times before, thanks to her rude boss; it was rare that she had to turn away a man of Sakaki's calibre, the 'Vice President of the Sakaki Incorporated' was no small fry.
"I am so sorry, Sakaki-sama but Kaiba-sama is unable to see you at the moment," she said, exasperated with her employer's treatment of the handsome and charming man. Her reluctance to send him away was heartfelt.
Sakaki seemed unaffected by Kaiba's rebuff and the secretary's apology; instead he gave her beaming boyish smile and a mischievous wink before hastily skirting around her desk—making a hurried approach towards CEO's office and leaving a severely shocked secretary in his wake.
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A loud melodious rap on the office door interrupted the irritated occupant within; he was about to snap "Fuck off!" when the door opened and a cheerful Sakaki appeared. Kaiba swivelled his chair around, gave an intense hostile glare at his uninvited guest and at the trembling secretary cowering behind him—he really did not want to deal with the likes of Sakaki right now—not after the problems he'd been having with Yami. But since the cursed man was already here, he might as well personally tell him to "Fuck off" instead. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed his secretary's presence before turning his attention to Sakaki.
"What the hell do you want? Unlike you, I am a very busy man!" Kaiba growled, his unfriendly tone clipped through the stillness.
"Oh, I'll try not to take up too much of your time then," replied Sakaki enthusiastically, strolling over to the chair by Kaiba's desk and comfortably helping himself to it. "Just grant me membership to your Gentleman's Gaming Club and I'll be on my merry way."
It was the first time Sakaki met the renowned Kaiba Seto. The former had heard enough about the KaibaCorp CEO from his father, associates and the media to be familiar with the background of this one outstanding individual but his interest heightened when he discovered the relationship between Kaiba and Yami. Since then he wanted to know more…he needed to know about the person he deemed as his love rival. He even hired a private detective to gather more details about the billionaire genius but the effort was wasted—all the information made available, Sakaki suspected, was what Kaiba would have permitted to be revealed. The man's personal life was very elusive.
Nevertheless, meeting the brunet in person, Sakaki was impressed with the strikingly good looks of the young man. Kaiba's lean muscular frame was best described as athletic, complimented by long legs that were crossed elegantly behind the desk. Leaning into his chair with one arm on the armrest and the other supporting his tilted head as he rested a cheek on a finger and thumb, he glowered intensely; his lips set in a tight grim line. Sakaki couldn't help but notice that even jacketless with his tie loosened slightly around the neck and his shirtsleeves rolled up, Kaiba still looked every inch of the CEO he was—imposing, intimidating yet appealing. He felt envy trickle slowly into his mind, its poison making him shamelessly brash in his demand.
"Like hell I will," said Kaiba brusquely, all the while scowling at the impertinent person like he wanted nothing more than to throttle the daylights out of him. He seriously needed a physical outlet and that insolent bastard was the perfect target.
"Why?" asked Sakaki. "Why was my application rejected?"
Kaiba had almost choked on Sakaki's question—what's with all these infuriating "whys" he thought. It certainly reminded him of one persistent crimson-eyed male.
"'Officially', you were rejected because you're not a resident of Domino City," Kaiba made a quick recovery with his reply.
"…And 'unofficially?" pursued Sakaki.
"Because I can."
Sakaki frowned at the CEO's answer, "Since when?"
"Since you applied!"
Sakaki was taken aback with the animosity and it made him gasped aloud. Kaiba wasn't even trying to hide his hostility towards him, he thought with astonishment.
"That's not even a reason, it's an excuse," Sakaki pointed out.
"So?" Kaiba answered coolly; the CEO was becoming more economical with his words it seemed.
Slightly put out by his rival's air of nonchalant and tenaciousness, Sakaki fought on. "But I can still get in with my uncle, am I right?" he asked, hoping that particular avenue wasn't closed for him.
Kaiba shrugged his shoulders gracefully. "I can't stop you from getting into the club by piggy-backing Takaya-sama—not because I don't want to, I haven't found a way to do it…yet. Just be mindful that your every action and every word will be constantly watched and monitored whilst you are in there, one wrong move or remark and you will be out on your lonesome!"
"It's about Yami, isn't it?" prodded Sakaki. Kaiba stiffened momentarily, a lapse that was so brief that it could have been imagined but Sakaki noticed it, contrary to his offhanded manner, he could be very observant when he wanted to be and Kaiba's body language had just validated his point. "So it is about Yami then," confirmed Sakaki.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to speak Yami's name so casually?" snarled Kaiba leaning forward threateningly; angered by the name of his lover on the lips of the unworthy prick in front of him. "I am warning you, stay the hell away from him!"
"And if I don't?"
"Then you will find that even your father will not be able to save your sorry ass!" advised the irate man.
"Is that a threat?" enquired Sakaki foolishly, knowing full well Kaiba Seto did not make idle threats.
"No, it's a promise!"
"But it's too late!" stated the bemused man shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"What?" Outraged blue eyes locked with perplexed grey.
"It's too late to stop me now. I am totally smitten with Yami and I want him!"
"What?" Kaiba repeated incredulously.
"I said I want Yami. He's the first person that I've ever liked enough to want him for myself."
The confession shocked Kaiba—it sounded awfully familiar as it reverberated in his mind. Had he not felt the same, it asked in return.
"Yami's not for you to have—ever!" fumed the CEO, displeased with Sakaki's admission.
"You don't know that?" opposed Sakaki, his desperation making him reckless and bold.
"Oh, I know for sure! You don't have what it takes to obtain Yami. For you, he's just a pretty object that you want to own. You are too shallow to see past what's physical—you don't know him, the real him!" The statement oozed self-confidence and certainty. Reinforced by the steely look in his eyes—it dared his opponent to challenge him.
"I could get to know him, you know! Really, get to know him."
Kaiba immediately sprung to his feet, punching a fist hard onto his desk, "Like HELL you could!' he roared. "Lay a finger on Yami and you will rue the day you didn't heed my warning! Now get the fuck out of my office whilst I still being nice!"
Sakaki got up from his chair and began to make his way to the door. He knew this would have been the outcome but he wanted to see how far Kaiba would have gone to safeguard Yami—he got his answer. The battle was going to be harder than he predicted and the opponent every bit formidable as he was renowned to be. He needed to think up a new strategy if he was to have any chance to be with Yami, to be able to embrace him and have him moan his name…
Just as he got to the door, he stopped and slowly turned towards the figure standing behind the desk. Pausing briefly to ensure he got Kaiba's attention he slowly said, "You think I don't know him well enough so I will tell you this: when Yami is aroused his voice will strain to a whimper whilst moaning his lover's name… you'd know what I am talking about, right Kaiba?"
With that, Sakaki left the office; not wanting to face the fury that was sure to come once Kaiba understood the implied meaning behind his statement. Walking away, he gave a satisfactory smile as he heard a large heavy object crash against the thick wooden doors.
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It was not until he was in the safety of his car in the underground car park that he was able to reflect on his departing sentence to Kaiba. Truth be told, what he said was not a lie. In that incident and in the reoccurring dreams that still frequently taunt him, Yami's voice did, in fact, strain in that particular way before he moaned his lover's name—
"Seto…"
Yami would inhale shallowly, catching his breath ever so slightly giving it a high breathless needy effect. The sound was ever imprinted on Sakaki's mind along with that damn name, maybe it was the reason he said what he said, he disliked Kaiba Seto with every fibre of his being and the encounter today only fortified those feelings.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands until his knuckles showed white, Sakaki leant his head on his fists. He hadn't meant to impart with that knowledge but as a last minute shot at the man who had the very thing he wanted, he had cruelly blurted out the details. Now he will have to wait and see what the consequences of his slip-up would entail. Suspecting the kind of impact his words would have on a certain person involved, he felt a pang of guilt; yet he couldn't help but hope that the unintended disclosure might result favourably for him.
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Kaiba stared at the large double doors ignoring the evidence of his angry fit scattered in pieces on the carpeted floor.
What the fuck—! He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat when he thought about Sakaki's departing remark. Still immobilised, his eyes burned as he stared at the space where that hateful man had been when he uttered those words—those words that continued to mock him in his solitude; tormenting him far more than he was prepared to admit!
Closing his eyes, he dropped heavily back into his chair, slumping slightly to one side. Great! He thought as he pounded his temple with his fist. What a fucking shitty day this turned out to be!
The stoic man took the time to assess his situation. First, there was the fight with Yami over something as trivial as fucking stupid coloured condoms, which dragged into today, of all days! And then this bastard had the audacity so show up in his office spewing shit and pissing him off!
He will pay for that comment, fumed Kaiba, clenching his jaw tightly as the words crept back into his mind. What possessed the man to retaliate with something as intimate as that? Even if it were to annoy him, why that of all things? It didn't make sense at all. Racking his brains for a plausible answer—it then dawned on him…
He couldn't mean—
Kaiba got up and started pacing the room restlessly. In his agitated state, he needed something to distract him. Firing that damn secretary would offer a temporary distraction but it wasn't enough. His mind kept swirling the words around like a turbulent eddy, forming a violent storm with his thoughts and unsettling him with the confusion.
He knew that Yami was his and his alone. There was no fucking way the proud pharaoh would ever have anything to do with the likes of that loser. That second-rate asshole was just envious of what he and Yami had hence the bullshit! But that wasn't to say that the comment didn't leave an impression, the fact that such details were uttered at all held some conviction and it sorely troubled Kaiba. In truth, as much as he would like to outright dismiss it, the matter seemed a little off. Being a man who survived on instincts, he could not suppress the ominous feeling that unceasingly niggled at him. The more he thought about it, the more it did not sound like a passing comment. Either it was a shrewd well-intended statement to cause a calculated misunderstanding between him and Yami or…
Silently screaming in frustration, he turned to the large windows to the side of him. Walking purposefully there, he stood before them, his hands splayed against the glass as he leant his weight on them. He didn't look outside of the window; the panoramic view held not his attention, instead it was a stubborn exotic individual his thoughts focused on—one that was the cause of a strange tightness in his chest.
Leaning his hot forehead against the cool transparent pane, he closed his eyes; severing his vision of the city below…
No, he couldn't mean…
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By the time Yami arrived at KaibaCorp, he was already a little tardy due to the misfortune of catching the late afternoon rush hour. Cursing silently to himself, he strode into the bright tastefully decorated expanse that was the lobby of the KaibaCorp main office, a little anxious of what he might find when he got to Kaiba's office. Initially, he was going to go straight home and wait for Kaiba there but he had a sneaky feeling the CEO would still be in his office despite it was nigh time for their engagement.
Bypassing the reception with a brief nod and a smile, he sauntered over to the elevator and proceeded to assault the "call" button repeatedly; such actions betrayed his impatience and spoke of his need to see Kaiba urgently. When a sharp "ding" announced the elevator's arrival, Yami quickly stepped inside and continued his onslaught on the lit buttons within, fully aware that his actions did not make a slight difference to the performance of the device. The journey of the ascending elevator felt like an eternity despite knowing it was the fastest of its kind. Kaiba had it designed and developed so he would spend minimal time in shuttling to and fro from his office. Yami cracked a small smile at the recollection; how typical of Kaiba to be so finicky about efficiency, he mused.
Finally, another "ding" along with the hushed sound of sliding metals doors informed Yami he had reached the desired floor and he hastily alighted making his way to the secretary outside of Kaiba's office. The terrified woman looked relieved when she noticed the infamous "hero" approaching. Perhaps, all was not lost now that Yami-san was here, she thought optimistically. If rumours proved to be true, he should be able to disperse the tension behind those closed door.
Passing the secretary to get to Kaiba's office, Yami put a finger to his lips and sounded a "shhh". The nervous woman understood his meaning and nodded wordlessly in return, her eyes never leaving the valiant man as he stood in front of the office with forced composure.
Inhaling deeply, Yami knocked loudly on the heavy doors twice then without waiting for an answer, he pushed them open and disappeared inside.
The secretary was given a brief glimpse of the darkened room before the door shut again. She murmured a small prayer for Yami-san and hoped his efforts were not made in vain.
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Kaiba was still leaning against the window, his mind conscious of the knocks on the door but too numb to respond to it. He couldn't care less for retard that just got himself or herself dismissed, in fact maybe this interruption was perfectly timed; he needed to vent.
He was about to spin around on his heels when the name "Seto" caught his attention. Only two persons were allowed to call him that and one of them is in Tokyo at the moment studying and keeping an eye on KaibaCorp Tokyo. That left…
Kaiba stiffened.
"Seto," Yami tried again, the softness in his voice held a note of concern as he eyed the crystal wreckage on the floor. The qualms he had felt prior to his intrusion fled in heartbeat at the sight of the brunet's lonely image. Something must have upset him immensely if he lost control like that. Kaiba rarely needed to show that side of his wrath due to years of maturity, self-discipline and self-restraint; he was skilled to handle his temper in verbal way—usually in the form of sarcasm and threats. Undeniably Yami hoped it was something other than Sakaki that was the cause of the shimmering rubble winking mournfully on the carpet.
A pity, he thought ruefully, he was rather fond of that paperweight.
Turning slowly, Kaiba drank in the sight of his lover standing boldly by the door, he was a sight for sore eyes, he thought proudly and he was his…
…Or was he?
As doubts began flooding his mind anew, he went swiftly to the waiting man. Not wanting to delay the sorely missed and much needed contact, he encircled the other's waist and pulled him forward, crushing his lips onto the shocked Game King.
With a cry of surprise, Yami melted into the embrace, all thoughts about Sakaki and his cause escaped him in a matter of seconds as he responded to the kiss with equal fervour, clinging tightly onto his partner.
Kaiba smirked; satisfied with the belief that Yami was his and eager enough to prove it, he began to remove his lover's jacket. The latter assisted by hastily shrugging off the impeding garment as the taller male made works of his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one with deft fingers.
Amorously caressing Yami's exposed chest and tweaking a hard nipple, Kaiba relinquished his hold on Yami's lips and began to suck on his lover's neck, biting gently to start with but applying pressure when the other began moaning.
Unable to hold back the torrent of pleasure that had his practised lover incited, the dam that held back his desire burst open. Yami threw back his head, allowing his lover to devour him as hunger overwhelmed them both. Bodies began to grind against one another as hands frantically groped and stroked heated flesh. Yami had pulled up Kaiba's shirt and was greedily fondling the smooth skin beneath whilst Kaiba continued to ravenously maul the petit man's neck.
Yami's breathing began to quicken erratically as the need to cry out for his lover became too great. Inhaling deeply, that caused him to hold his breathe momentarily, his voice hitched ever so slightly—
"Seto…" he whimpered…
~TBC~
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A/N: Here you go, the rather delayed second chapter—my sincere apologies on the tardiness of the update. Thoughts on this would be much loved and appreciated; so please be generous and review. Thanks for reading~!