Okay, folks this is an uber-long chappy so enjoy.
Also, please refer to the A/N at the end as I have important news regarding the update for this story.
Warnings: M-rated! Disturbing violent graphicness! YAOI! And yep, the "OMG!WTF!I-AM-GONNA-KILL-JOLLY!" moment has returned!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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"Is Mutou-san in today?"
The receptionist looked a little conflicted before hesitantly answering, "Yes, Sakaki-sama, Motou-san is in today."
"Then would it be possible to see him?" Sakaki enquired, hoping he wasn't going to be refused.
"Please let me find out if he is available to receive visitors at the moment," came the courteous reply.
With a polite smile, the woman picked up the phone and entered a number, pausing momentarily before speaking into the handset, "Hello, Sudo-san… Sakaki-sama is here and he is asking for Mutou-san, is he available for visitors?" Then glancing at Sakaki, she said, "Oh, I see. Yes, I will inform him, thank you." Placing the phone back on the cradle, she looked ruefully at Sakaki. "I am sorry, Sakaki-sama, Mutou-san is currently unavailable to receive visitors. Would you like to leave a message for him instead?"
Sakaki pulled a face. He didn't want to leave a message, he wanted to see Yami and he wanted to see him now. Worried about the possible consequences of his actions from the day before, he needed to ensure that Yami was alright but having his request denied made him apprehensive. It did not abide well with him.
With a smile, he thanked the pretty female behind the desk and made his way inside the club, all the while thinking of a way he could see the desired man.
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The inside of "Gentleman's Club" was buzzing with excitement and activity and Sakaki discreetly sought out his uncle. Upon locating him in the lounge of the bar, deep in conversation with another elderly gentleman, the younger male next went in search for Yami.
Assuming the latter was in his office, Sakaki's eyes scanned the surrounding area for the room.
Before long his eyes alighted on a secured door—it was the same door as the rest that bordered the perimeter of the large room; the fact that it had a security device attached to it, drew Sakaki's attention. Tucking himself away obscurely, Sakaki watched the entrance like a hawk until a member of staff accessing it with a security pass, duly rewarded his observation.
A smile of accomplishment played on his lips.
Sauntering over to it in a few effortless strides, Sakaki reached the door. After a moment of inspection, he gave it a half-hearted push to see if it would miraculously budge—unfortunately, it didn't! With a shrug, he leant his back on the wall next to it and crossed his arms over his broad chest. His stance looked casual and detached but the appearance was deceiving; he was mentally on full alert.
For a while he waited, never moving from his location, his pose remained unchanged—until the sound of a faint buzz compensated his patience, it indicated that someone was opening it from the other side. Trying to stay calm despite the frantic beating of his heart, Sakaki waited.
Finally, the door swung open and the returning member of staff reappeared again. Exiting through the door she immediately mingled with the crowd; her form blended into obscurity. Sakaki quickly stuck his foot through the threshold of the doorway, preventing it from closing, then with a swift scour around the room to ensure that no one was watching, he stealthily slipped through.
Once the door behind him closed, the noise of the club was severed and silence surrounded him. Walking noiselessly on the carpeted floor, Sakaki began to look for Yami's office.
Opting for the first door he came across, he rapped lightly on it.
There was no answer.
Curious to see what was in the room, Sakaki gently turned the handle on the door and slowly opened it. He was about to make known his presence when the sight before him, rendered him silent.
Yami was fast asleep at his desk.
Stepping quietly into the room and carefully closing the door behind him, Sakaki made his way over to Yami; the image of the sleeping man bought a small smile to his face.
When reaching the Game King, he stopped and looked contentedly at him, the smile still hovered on his lips until he noticed the small cut on the pale face.
Immediately Sakaki's expression darkened, as did his thoughts.
Did Kaiba do that? he thought angrily, oblivious to the fact that he was indirectly responsible for the injury. Truth be told, on seeing Yami, all thoughts about his confrontation with Kaiba had fled his mind and only the person in front of him occupied his thoughts.
Lifting a hand, Sakaki lightly caressed Yami's face, touching the wound gently before bending over to kiss it.
As his lips made contact with the cool skin, Yami stirred ever so slightly in his slumber, "Cut it out, Seto…" he murmured agitatedly though the smile that graced his lips negated the reproach.
Sakaki smiled sadly at the affection displayed unconsciously by the sleeping man. What he wouldn't give to hear Yami speak so tenderly to him, to have him thinking of him and to have him dreaming of him. It made him envious of the man Yami thought so lovingly of.
Kaiba Seto, cursed Sakaki. You dare treat Yami so harshly and yet he… It then occurred to him. Shit! Was the injury sustained from what I said to Kaiba?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be the case and the feeling of guilt flooded him. He knew there were going to be repercussions with regards to what he said to Kaiba but he never meant for Yami to get hurt in the process. It was foolish of him not to consider the results of his actions, especially where this man was concerned. Remorsefully, he realised that his intrusion may not be well received when the Game King awoke; it was probably better to return when the latter was properly informed and ready to see him.
With that decided, Sakaki gaze at the sleeping form one last time. Longing swelled inside him and he instinctively leant over to place a light kiss on the tricolour head, whispering, "Forgive me," before straightening up.
Yami involuntarily shivered.
Believing the resting man to be cold, Sakaki took off his jacket and placed it over the slender shoulders before briskly departing; not daring to look back should his resolve crumble at the sight of the defenceless beauty.
Thereafter, with a faint click of the door, the sleeping man was, once again, alone.
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The sun was beginning to set when Kaiba arrived at the Club. Bypassing the reception and the club's staff and patrons alike, he went in search for Yami, the jacket grasped firmly in one hand.
He had almost made it to the entrance of the employee's quarters when a raspy voice halted him.
"Kaiba-kun," it greeted cheerfully. "It's been a while since you've appeared in this club."
Kaiba slowly turned to the speaker, his face rigid as he forced a stiff smile from his unwilling lips. Takaya Kousei, the influential hotelier was not someone he could simply ignore, yet the sight of this esteemed person in front of him made him uneasy and perplexed. Not only did he have to waste precious time exchanging meaningless pleasantries but the appearance of Takaya also meant the inevitable presence of Sakaki.
The young CEO's mood worsened at the conclusion.
Bowing respectfully to the elderly gentleman then extending a hand, Kaiba replied, "Yes, it has been, Takaya-sama. Though it is an honour to see your attendance at this humble establishment."
Takaya chuckled at the man's skilful answer. "I am here with Sakaki Ryuichi, my nephew. The young pup seems to have taken a liking to this place and insists on dragging me here whenever he is in Domino City." Then surveying the room he added, "He should around somewhere…"
Kaiba tensed at the thought of Sakaki being present inside the club but not immediately visible—his insecurities began to play on his fears as the thought of Sakaki with Yami invaded his mind.
Not wanting to seem rude despite his mind screamed for him to seek out his lover, Kaiba forced another smile and scanned the room in a vague manner; his eyes narrowing when they spotted the well-built form of the despicable man seated at the Blackjack table with a drink in one hand. Relief and disgust simultaneously washed over him.
With his back towards Kaiba and sitting at some distance away, Sakaki was unaware that he was being scrutinised by his standoffish rival. Free from a jacket and with his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, the unsuspecting man was apparently immersed with the game before him in an attempt to distract himself from the thoughts of a certain sleeping individual.
Glancing a critical eye over the scruffy appearance of the unwanted client, the proprietor felt his irritation increase—the sight of Sakaki simply aggravated him.
Kaiba was determined to make a point of enforcing the dress code with Yami once their business was taken care of.
Pretending not to see Sakaki, Kaiba returned his attention back to Takaya, "I am sorry Takaya-sama,' he apologised. "Regretfully, I must take my leave of you now as I have some urgent matters to discuss with my manager. Please forgive my rudeness and I hope you have a pleasant time here."
Takaya laughed good-naturedly, "Yes, of course Kaiba-kun. Please forgive this old man from keeping you from your work." Then taking the proffered hand, he firmly shook it, returning the bow.
Kaiba turned and walked away, relieved that he could finally get to see Yami.
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Arriving in Yami's office, Kaiba was greeted with the sight of Yami sleeping at his desk.
Drawn to the figure, Kaiba strode briskly up to him, stopping only when he had reached his side. Then perching precariously on the edge of desk, he stared intensely at the slumbering man, who looked at peace and relaxed as he respired in soft slow even breaths.
Noticing the cut on the still face, Kaiba raised his hand and gently traced it with a delicate finger; guilt assailed him cruelly and deservedly. Unable to resist the urge to kiss the unconscious man, Kaiba twisted his body forward and greedily claimed the soft plump lips.
"…I said 'Cut it out!" mumbled the sleeping figure.
Kaiba was taken aback with the remark.
What the fuck did he mean by that! It was obvious to Kaiba that Yami had said the same thing once before—but when and to whom? Staring curiously at the ex-spirit, he noticed the jacket…
No wonder the bastard had no fucking jacket on!
Anger began to grow as he felt his good intentions mocked and thwarted. The bastard was in this very room and he did the very same thing to Yami…
He fucking kissed him!
A hand slammed hard on to the desk causing the items on top to jump slightly. Yami woke with a start, his expression startled and bewildered; his mind dazed with grogginess.
"Seto?" he croaked, desperately trying to gather his wits and whereabouts through his disorientated state.
Glaring down at Yami, Kaiba's look of contempt was scathing. "Were you expecting someone else?" he sneered.
"I didn't expect you to—"
"Of course, you didn't! I came to return this!" he flung the jacket at its shocked owner. "But I can see you didn't need it anymore!"
Yami looked at the jacket in his lap and then he noticed the one around his shoulders. "Is this yours?" he asked absentmindedly, inspecting the lapel and rubbing it between finger and thumb; noting its excellent quality. He was well aware his lover had expensive taste in clothes.
"NO!" came the brusque reply.
Yami's head shot up immediately, body tensed and alert as he stared wide-eyed at man before him. "Then…" he trailed off nervously, afraid for the answer and conscious of the scalding look that made him uneasy with trepidation. Helpless under the CEO's close scrutiny and the subsequent silence, Yami felt his body break into a cold sweat.
Shit, he thought fearfully. He knew no amount of experience, years of diplomacy was going to get him out of this predicament—not with Kaiba staring at him with murderous intent and expecting an answer…
"Sudo?" he replied, not knowing who else to say; his reluctance to utter the name the jacket's possible owner added to his dilemma.
Kaiba's narrowed his eyes, the last of his patience dissipating with Yami's callous answer that insulted his intelligence and aggrieved him. He would not tolerate such impertinence any further. "Don't fucking mock me, Yami!" said Kaiba in a strained voice.
Yami jumped up to face Kaiba. "Then stop fucking accusing me!" he remonstrated.
Looking at the exotic man before him, Kaiba felt an unknown sensation awaken. It felt as though a force had taken hold of his heart and was squeezing it mercilessly. The painful constriction in his chest was akin to having it swathe and bound, crushing him, suffocating him until he could no longer breathe.
Yami had the power to do that to him. This proud beautiful individual had the power to destroy him—and he, Kaiba Seto, had unwittingly given him that power.
When had he conceded it?
He didn't know.
When had he allowed him entry to the heavily guarded citadel that was his heart?
He didn't know.
And when had he foolishly lowered his defences enough to enable the other to humiliate him and to hurt him?
He didn't know…
All he knew was he was afraid, afraid of what would happen if he continue to allow Yami to advance—to occupy more and more space in his heart and in his mind.
When did he become fallible?
Alarm bells began sounding in his head and his mind began to erect barricades, fortifying his vulnerability and hardening his determination. Swirls of darkness began to surface and take control, tempting him, stroking his mind with words of solace; urging him to hurt and lash out at the one who hurt him…
Kaiba stared back with burning disdain at the petit male, austere blue locked on conflicting red before replying in a cold measured tone, "Then I suggest you stop giving me the reasons to, whore!"
Yami stood unmoving, stunned by the insult.
"What did you just call me?" he asked.
"You heard me—so don't make me repeat myself!" replied Kaiba icily.
Yami stiffened, "I see. And on what grounds do I deserve such title, Seto?"
"I thought that it was quite obvious," sneered Kaiba. "How many others did you allow in here to fuck you? Perhaps, some of those little gifts you have stashed away in your desk here were payments for your services! All those late nights that you remained at work…were you really working?"
Yami stared up at Kaiba, his mouth agape and face in shock from the cruel abuse; he was speechless. The hurtful claims and accusations were crushing him from inside out and, in turn, provoked an angry retort to rise to his lips…but he did not voice it.
Despite the bitter look on Kaiba's face, Yami could see the hurt shadowing it—the same hurt that he knew was also, mirrored on his own. He bit back the verbal retaliation.
With his anger softening, the former Pharaoh wordlessly reached out to touch his companion's face—Kaiba instinctively pulled back his head, evading the touch.
The Game King gasped, his eyes widened at the physical rebuff. The distance between them had suddenly widened and it frightened him. He tried appealing to Kaiba.
"Seto, please…" he said, as crimson orbs entreated him earnestly. "Don't do this; don't shut me out. You know what you said isn't—"
"Oh, spare me the sentimental crap! Do I look so gullible that you'd think I'd fall for it—who the fuck do you take me for? How about those frequent 'dates' you had with the mutt—was he your fuck buddy too?" Kaiba's contempt was punishingly brutal. "And how about Yuugi? Did you both share bodies in more ways than one?"
The sharp sound of a skin connecting skin resounded through the room. Kaiba's head violently swung to one side as the palm of Yami's hand connected with his face, the force leaving red heated skin on where it was struck. Breathing heavily, Yami glared angrily at Kaiba as he lowered hand, it throbbed from the impact.
"You can say what you like about me but I will not forgive you if you insult my aibou!" he seethed.
With a snarl, Kaiba lunged for Yami, grabbing the smaller man by the throat; pushing him backwards until he toppled onto the desk behind him. "It's always 'aibou' this and 'aibou' that—did he allow you to fuck him so you'd be his obedient dog? I thought you had more pride than that, Pharaoh! I thought you had virtue and I thought you had taste but looks like on all accounts I was wrong! I am so disappointed in you, slut!" Kaiba's grip was relentless.
Yami stared up at Kaiba, defiance mixed with anger flashed in his eyes as he tried to unclasp the fingers that encircled his neck. The wild look in Kaiba's eyes was dangerously feral and insane. With nostrils flared and his teeth bared, Kaiba's face contorted with rage—rage that was unrivalled to anything Yami had seen in all the years he had known Kaiba...
Yami felt the icy tendrils of fear begin to spread through him. He redoubled his efforts in freeing himself.
Kaiba's grip tightened a fraction when he saw Yami's struggle. His cheek stung from the blow but his shattered pride stung more. Nothing could compare to the pain the man before him was causing—nothing! The Game King had played him for a fool, had him, Kaiba Seto twisted around that slender finger and played him like a lovesick fool! Humiliation overwhelmed him and his fury grew. Looking down at the petit man squirming beneath in an attempt for release was somewhat pleasing. It was gratifying to see the trace of fear in those crimson orbs; it gave Kaiba a sense of power and it was intoxicating.
Kaiba felt his cock stir from the effects.
Leaning down to Yami's ear, his voice thick with desire, Kaiba murmured "I am going to fuck you good, whore! If you've managed to have your little rendezvous with that prick, you should be good and ready, right?"
Yami stopped his struggling on hearing those words, "No!" he whispered. "No!" Kaiba's intentions shocked him and the accusation burned deep. But it wasn't until he felt his shirt being pulled up and a cold hand slithering under it did he renew his efforts.
Kaiba laughed at Yami's futile attempt, it made the man beneath temporarily forget his fear as anger deluged him. "Fuck you, Kaiba" he hissed as he abandoned his bid on the fingers around his neck and tried to gouge his assailant's face.
The change of tactics from the captive momentarily threw Kaiba off guard and he scowled at the clawed hands that swiped at his face. Dodging them effectively, he caught them both within his firm grasp and jerked them over Yami's head, pinning them down.
"I doubt you could, Mutou," Kaiba growled with displeasure. "Though I will leave you to do that to whoever the fuck you want when I am done—that is if you can still move after I've finished with you!"
Madness began to take over the angry man as he resumed his assault. Letting go of Yami's neck but still maintaining his grip on the wrists, Kaiba flipped Yami over, causing the smaller male to cry out, amidst the spluttering and the wheezing from the released choke, when his stomach connected onto the angular edge of his desk. His captured arms twisted at an awkward and painful position.
With his face down on the smooth cold wooden surface of the table, Yami felt his shirt being undone and stripped off his torso but the garment was not completely removed.
Pulled down to his arms, Kaiba wound and knotted the fabric around the bruised wrists binding them firmly together. With his hands free, the enraged male was able to roam the smooth contours of his captive's body; unchallenged and unimpeded. Every curve, dent and line was committed to memory—it hurt and angered him to think that someone else had access to this body.
He thought Yami was exclusively his… Well, he thought wrong!
Inflamed, he bent forward, his form moulding into the body beneath him and bit into Yami's shoulder; his teeth sinking into the softness as his tongue lapped the flesh caught in between. Inhaling deeply, he breathed in Yami's scent; it had a hint of exoticness to it, which he knew had nothing to do with the cologne the latter wore. It was a smell that he could never quite identify; it was alluring and elusive.
Could this be the smell of his pheromones? Kaiba thought resentfully.
It would explain why the petit man attracted attention in hordes. Certainly, it would be easier to succumb to that conclusion—to use that an excuse to explain why Yami behaved in that way. But Kaiba scoffed at the thought, it didn't matter now—nothing mattered now—except to make known his displeasure to the proud man under him. No one makes a fool of him, no one ridicules Kaiba Seto and expects to walk away unscathed. He will show the Game King how badly he erred when he whored himself indiscriminately—he will ensure it'll be a lesson he would not forget in a long time! With this mind-set, Kaiba began undressing the bound man.
The cold air assaulted Yami's skin and goose bumps rose instantly. The petit man shivered as the taller male roughly divested him of his pants and his underwear; whether it was from cold or from fear that made him tremble, Yami wasn't sure. As the discarded garments slid off and gathered around his ankles, Yami felt dread creeping up on him. Gone was the gentleness that he was used to from the brunet. Even in their rougher romps, Kaiba showed tenderness—but this was cold and devoid of affection; it was calculated to hurt and degrade.
Yami felt Kaiba's hand travel along the curve of his back, the touch made the small shudder as he involuntarily moaned out loud despite knowing there was no heartfelt meaning behind the contact. Just being aware that it was Kaiba touching him was enough to provoke his body to react on its own accord. Regardless of the unfortunate circumstance, the stoic man still had a tremendous effect on him—they complemented one another.
"So, did you moan so wantonly for him as well?" whispered the CEO unexpectedly in Yami's ears. He was so close that his breath blew on the blonde bangs, stirring them slightly.
The petit man stiffened at the remark, "You are fucking delusional, Kaiba!" he retorted, clearly infuriated by the unjust insinuation. "And misconceived!"
Kaiba snorted at the retaliation. "Am I now?' he mocked, as he aggressively grabbed the accused by the hips and dug his nails into them; watching the lithe body jolt in response. It gave him some sense of satisfaction to see he was able inflict physical damage to the person who was putting him through this mental torture. "I wonder, if I were to rattle you more, what other dirty little secrets were you going to reveal?"
Yami bit back the cry of pain that spontaneously rose to his lips, twisting his head around to face Kaiba; his eyes ablaze with rage as it glared daggers at him. "There are no 'dirty little secrets', Kaiba! It's all in your fucking mind!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"Is it?" Kaiba sneered, his voice dropped to a menacing whisper as he leant towards Yami's ear. "Then care to explain how he knew how you sounded when you were being fucked—how he knew it to the last fucking whimper?"
Thrown off by the question, Yami could not reply to it, he honestly did not understand what was being asked. The enormity of the accusation would have sounded ridiculous had it been uttered at another time but in this situation…
"Nothing to say? Did I think too highly of you, whore? Was I wrong to think you were a good little boy—that I was your only!" Straightening up and undoing his belt and dropping his lower garments slightly, Kaiba pulled out his erection.
"No!" cried Yami. "Don't do it!"
"Too. Fucking. Late!" Kaiba countered, "Though you could always try begging! Beg as if your life depended on it and I might reconsider my actions—"
"Go and fuck yourself, Kaiba!' growled Yami as he struggled against his restraints, "You are more deluded than I thought if you expect me to act so retarded for your amusement!"
"Then fine by me," sneered Kaiba bending towards the bottom drawer of the desk to retrieve the bottle of lube. It was the same bottle that they had used in their first encounter; it was surprisingly full, he vaguely noticed. Popping the lid open, he poured a generous amount of it into the palm of his hand before throwing the bottle in the trash. Kaiba began to coat his rigid cock liberally.
The smell of menthol pierced the air with its heady potency and invaded their senses; it brought back a memory that both men did not want to dwell on.
Twisting his head around and eyes straining, Yami watched with horror as Kaiba prepared himself for entry. Fear gripped him as he could feel the soft round head of the other's erection probing against his entrance, the chill of the lube creating a cool sensation as it smeared his warm skin. He frantically hoped the latter wasn't going to do what he thought he was going to do; he hadn't been properly prepared—
Kaiba drove violently into the tight entrance with one forceful push, the sudden unexpected intrusion caused Yami to cry out from the shock and pain.
"Fuck!" swore Kaiba, upon hearing Yami's cry and noticing the motionlessly smaller male in front of him; the body taut with the pain, eyes squeezed tightly shut and teeth embedded in his lips. Beset by a flicker of remorse, Kaiba paused for the body beneath him to ease and adjust; it seemed an eternity before he felt Yami slackened his rigid pose and let out a long slow shuddering breath.
Then he began moving.
All the while, thoughts churned in Kaiba's head, confusing him with its opposing logic. There was something so bestially pleasing about hurting the one hurting him and the reigning darkness revelled in it—yet a small part of him continued to hound and condemn his action. As the two conflicting emotions wrestled with his mind, he could not prevent his body from plunging deeper and deeper into the sweltering abyss of the man beneath him as it greedily sought to satisfy the gnawing the hunger that hounded him. Only Yami could satiate that need… and that was what hurt and angered him the most. Part of him knew what he was doing was very wrong and those thoughts tore at his conscience, but he couldn't stop himself anymore; he was already past the point of no return.
Conceding to lust, Kaiba allowed the anger to blind him; he allowed his rage to take over. Each thrust that he slammed into the small body was testimony to his ire; it had its recipient squirming from the intensity and force.
"Did you allow him to fuck you this way too?" he jeered, one amongst many taunts he would randomly throw at Yami.
Words spoken to hurt, it tortured his victim but more so, it tortured himself—the accusations conjured images that continued to wound his pride and fuel his wrath—justifying the intrusive deed. Poor excuse, logic would have contended had it been at another time, in another place but right now, it sufficed to maintain the black tempest that was raging in his mind and in his heart.
He bit down repeatedly on the pale skin beneath him, marking the body with angry red blemishes, scattering them all over the upper back. He didn't need to touch the neck though—his own two hands had marked that part already; his long fingers had left a bruising impression on the pale slender throat.
Running his hands over the lithe body, taller male continued his assault on his bound victim. Plowing vigorously into the fleshy furnace with short powerful thrusts, Kaiba closed his eyes and allowed the hedonic avidity to overwhelm him. He wanted to remember the feeling—this feeling as if it were his last. The way Yami's body sucked him in made him eager for more and he became avaricious for carnal fulfilment. Every time he withdrew his cock, his body and mind grieved for the loss—only to be placated when he slammed back in again.
"No! Don't…" Yami pleaded with Kaiba as he willed his body to reject the advances.
"Your body is more honest than your mouth, Yami!" Kaiba panted. "See how it behaves…even under these undesirable circumstances...it is so brazen…just like the whore you are!"
Anger and desperation racked Yami. He was angry that his fierce denials were falling on deaf ears and it made him desperately wanted to get through to his lover but the could not overcome the strong defences that the latter had put up.
Furthermore, he was confronted with another problem. Much to Yami's mortification, he was responding to Kaiba's punishing ministrations! He knew the significance behind the act was to debase him but the fact that it was Kaiba carrying it out, kindled a reaction. Along with the pain-filled pleasure, dulling reason and heightening his senses, he couldn't stop his body from reacting; he couldn't stop his body from responding and he couldn't stop his moans from escaping…
Kaiba immediately covered Yami's mouth with his hand—muffling any sound that may emerge from it. He didn't want another reminder of what the bastard had told him but more importantly he wouldn't know how he would react if heard it again.
The petit man construed Kaiba's action as the ultimate act of degradation; it meant he believed what was told above his denials and refutations. It saddened him immeasurably to know that, until the end, he was still doubted. With determination, Yami bit back the moan, forcing himself to remain silent; he wasn't about to give the haughty man the pleasure of adding to his alleged charges.
Kaiba shut his eyes tightly. He was nearing his climax and was dangerously close to uttering a certain name—but he did not voice it. Only the sound of pounding bodies mingled with heavy panting punctuated the room. As each of the occupant came close to reaching his peak, Kaiba began thrusting faster and harder into the smaller man, each lunge brushed against the bundle of nerves inside the writhing body causing the man to cry out for release. But Kaiba did not reach for the other's erection nor did he emancipate the bound man so he could stroke himself…
Instead he chose to ignore the other's squirming discomfort and painful need.
With a stifled cry, Kaiba climaxed.
The latter felt the warmth of his lover's cum as it filled him, his own member flaccid from the undignified blow he just suffered.
The sound of fabric being unravelled indicated the petit man was liberated from his bindings—but the freed male made no attempt to move as Kaiba dressed himself.
Yami remained sprawled faced down on the desk, his cheek resting on the hard wood of the desk. His blonde bangs covered most of his face though his eyes were part visible. They were staring unblinking and vacantly into space.
Picking up Sakaki's jacket off the floor, Kaiba turned his back on the silent figure as he made his way to the door, then he paused.
In an emotionless voice he said, "The first time we ever did it was right here in this office…" He trailed off briefly as if recalling the event before acidly adding, "So don't you think it is rather fitting that the last time we do it is also in this office?"
Yami made no response, he knew it was a rhetorical question, it didn't require an answer; Kaiba wasn't expecting an answer.
With a snort the frigid man continued, it didn't matter whether he got a reply or not—it wouldn't have made a difference, not now, not anymore…
"Business dictates that I go to Tokyo for a few days. I will be leaving in a couple hours' time. I want you to take this opportunity of my absence and clear out of my residence. Everything must be back to the way it was prior to your occupancy; I do not want any traces of your existence to be left there by the time I return. Ensure you heed my instructions well, Mutou."
The petit man remained unmoving, unresponsive as he heard the door being yanked open and then slammed shut. The sound vibrated loudly in the hushed stillness.
Upon hearing the crash that signified the parting of his ex-lover, Yami closed his eyes. It shuttered the dull crimson orbs from view and prevented the crystal drops from escaping—but it was futile. A single droplet slowly trailed across his face and merged with another, it slid unhindered along the pale skin until, finally reaching the end of its woeful journey, pooled into a single crystal bead on the wooden surface…
Yami stayed motionless as humiliation and wretchedness consumed him.
~TBC~
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A/N: Ah, there you have it—the chapter that I have been beating myself over for the past few weeks! I know there will be some of you who would feel that there was some serious Kaiba OoCness in it but in my own mind, I seriously believe he is capable of acting the way he did should he feel hurt, humiliated and wronged. I always felt there lurks a lot of suppressed darkness in Kaiba that, when evoked will have severe consequences…
Anyway, thoughts would be much appreciated and I am sure, I have given you all much to think about.
On a separate note, I will be going on vacation at the end of July for four weeks so chances of me updating this story during this time, are very slim. I am terribly sorry that it has been left on a "OMG!WHAT-HAVE-YOU-DONE!" moment and I will try my best to update upon my return.
Thanks for reading!