Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters from the anime. I own the plot and the Tide Whisperer.
Warning: This chapter is 95% LEMON! Don't like, don't read.
A/N OMG! I can't believe I'm finished…that was really fast! 21 days, and I pulled Valiant Heart out. Anyway, I hope you all liked it. There is a sequel in the works, but I'm in the process of pre-writing, so it may take a while for me to get started. Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought. Here's a little treat for you guys. ^_~
Epilogue
He was dreaming…he had to be. Oh, sweet Lord, please don't let me wake up!
Seto opened his eyes to look up into the face of a scarlet-eyed angel.
"Atemu…" He murmured drowsily, one hand slowly reaching up to cup the boy's cheek. His thumb instinctually stroked the burn scar across Atemu's cheek, reminded of what Atemu had done for him.
A slowly, sensuous smile graced Atemu's sharp features and he turned his head into Seto's palm to press a tender kiss there before he nipped at the pad of Seto's thumb playfully before he used his tongue to pull the digit into his mouth.
Seto shivered as he felt Atemu's hot, wet mouth clamp over his thumb and even though his mind was still half-sleep, his body stirred to life at that simple ministration. Atemu sucked hard on the digit before he pulled away, his mouth making a sharp pop before his hand came up to cradle Seto's hand in his, and slowly Atemu began to lick, nip, and tease the tender flesh of Seto's wrist, working his way slowly down the length of his arm toward Seto's shoulder. By the time he reached the crook of Seto's elbow, the pirate was finally fully awake, and he realized that this was real.
When Atemu bit down hard on the juncture of Seto's neck and shoulder, Seto groaned and arched his back, silently asking for more of the same.
Seto could feel Atemu's lips slide across his skin in a mischievous grin as he continued up Seto's throat, creating a warm, wet trail up the side of his neck, nipping at the soft flesh under Seto's chin, and finally his tongue circled over the pirate's earlobe.
"Mmm…" Seto mumbled as he turned his head to give Atemu better access, and Atemu took the motion and the quiet moan as encouragements. He traced the curve of Seto's ear with the tip of his tongue, delighting in the delicious sounds the pirate made. There were advantages to having the pirate in such a lethargic state of waking; Seto was surprisingly honest in this state.
Atemu placed soft, tender kisses along Seto's cheeks, his forehead, along the bridge of his nose, and finally he placed his lips over Seto's in a soft, sensuous kiss, dragging his lips across the pirate's. He sucked on Seto's bottom lip and pulled gently to get Seto to open for him. The pirate obeyed, and Atemu swiftly swept inside. He slowly explored Seto's mouth, learning every sleek line and slight bump, memorizing Seto's unique flavor. It was like ambrosia to him, and Atemu couldn't get enough.
Seto slowly brushed he tongue against Atemu's, and the electricity in that simple touch lurched Seto into a full state of awareness. He dove into the kiss with sudden enthusiasm that surprised a gasp from the younger man.
Atemu suddenly found himself on his back, one of Seto's hands buried in Atemu's thick hair while the other slowly trailed over Atemu's body.
He started with Atemu's throat, skimming his fingertips and gently pressing his nails into the skin just enough to make the boy beneath Seto shiver. He then went slightly lower, and he began undoing the buttons on Atemu's tunic. One-by-one, the tunic exposed a few more luscious inches of heated caramel flesh. Atemu's skin was smoldering, the boy's breath coming in slight pants as the boy's arms encircled Seto's neck, one hand burying in the pirate's hair while the other trailed down Seto's back, following every line and curve. He burrowed his hand beneath the collar of Seto's tunic, just to satisfy the need to touch him.
Seto pulled back from the kiss to look into Atemu's face.
The boy's hot breaths brushed against Seto's face, and his usual scarlet eyes had dimmed to crimson in his passion. Seto shivered in anticipation, and he slowly extracted the boy's right arm from the tunic, followed by the left. The boy's bandages had been removed, the knife wound had been stitched while he had his new wounds checked.
Seto's fingers traced every new mark that Atemu had borne in his quest to rescue him, and he leaned forward to place a kiss to each one, starting with the burn scar on Atemu's face, to the cut across Atemu's clavicle, and all the way down to Atemu's waistband.
By the time Seto reached the stitches at Atemu's hip, the boy was writhing beneath Seto's tender assault.
Seto reached for Atemu's belt and the top button on Atemu's trousers. Slowly, inch by tantalizing inch, Seto pulled the boy's trousers down Atemu's hips, over his thighs, down his calves, and discarded them onto the floor. Seto raised up onto his knees to drink in the sight of Atemu. Lying completely bare. One Seto's bed.
It was almost too much for him to take.
"We rushed the last couple of times…" Seto murmured as he crawled back up Atemu's body to give Atemu a kiss. He pulled away only a inch, his breath tickling Atemu's lips as he whispered, "But this time…I plan to devour you. Slowly…and completely."
Seto could feel the boy tremble at Seto's declarations.
Seto slowly worked his way down Atemu's neck, nipping, licking, and teasing every inch of flesh, searching for those sweet spots that would make Atemu's go wild.
While his mouth was busy searching, Seto's right hand trailed to Atemu's chest. His fingertips brushed against the tight peak of Atemu's nipple, and Atemu arched immediately into the feather-light touch. Seto pinched the nipple between his index finger and his thumb, rolling the nub between the two digits before pressing the bud down with the pad of his index finger. Atemu's hands grasped tighter in Seto's hair and his nails dug slightly into his back. He pressed his face into the crook of Seto's neck, and right in Seto's ear, Atemu began to quietly moan and gasp, his rapid breaths, all were testament to how aroused Atemu was becoming.
Seto's mouth finished searching Atemu's neck. He did know that there was one sweet spot, a small spot about a shekel-size right behind Atemu's right ear, but he'd save that for later.
He dipped his head down slowly, trailing kisses along the way as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Atemu's hand shot up to cover his mouth as he tried to suppress a moan at the feeling of Seto's tongue gently yet thorough laving at the boy's taut nipple. His left hand went to Atemu's other nipple to give it the same roll, pinch, press treatment. Soon, Seto pulled back from that nipple to focus his attention on the other.
Atemu's back came up off of the bed as he tried to get as much of that delicious heat as he could.
Seto could feel Atemu's rigid hardness against his hip, and Seto grinned against Atemu's skin as his free hand journeyed lower, his fingertips skimming over Atemu's taut abdomen, flitted across the V of Atemu's hips, and ever so slowly he inched toward Atemu's pride.
Seto bit down rough on Atemu's nipple and pinched the other as his right hand encircled Atemu's manhood. The boy's mouth opened in a soundless shout of pleasure as his hips bucked against Seto's hand and his upper body jerked, bowed, and rolled, trying to figure if he liked the rough treatment or not.
As Atemu's body continued on in turmoil, Seto's hand slowly, firmly pumped up and down on Atemu's pride as he slowly lowered himself even further down Atemu's body.
"What are you AH-!" Atemu half gasped, half moaned as Seto took his manhood into his mouth. The pirate's masterful tongue swirled around the head of Atemu's cock and he sucked in firm, strong pulls.
"Oh God, Seto. AH yes!" Atemu praised in a low purring tone.
He felt smoldering heat collecting between his legs. Sure, Seto had had quite a few rounds with Atemu, but the pirate had never done something like this. And, oh! It felt good.
"Ah, Seto…stop…I'm going to…"
Seto plunged his mouth down until he was practically swallowing Atemu whole. Atemu's mouth opened in a soundless scream as he released his seed into Seto mouth. Seto drank deep, amazed at how sweet Atemu tasted. It was likened to a tangerine, both sweet and sour, and can become very addicting.
Laying boneless on the bed, Atemu looked up at Seto with half-lidded eyes. He crooked a finger at Seto, "Come closer." He said in a near growl. "My turn."
Seto shivered at the lust he heard in the boy's deep voice.
Atemu rolled Seto over until he had the pirate on his back. He began to duplicate Seto's previous motions, licking, nipping, biting, pinching, caressing. He had learned that Seto had extremely sensitive skin on his legs.
Atemu unbutton Seto's trousers and slid Seto's tunic up over the pirate's head until he too was naked.
Atemu's hands skimmed down Seto's broad shoulders, massaging the muscles of Seto's pectorals. He glided down Seto's tapered waist, his tongue tracing Seto's abdominals, down to suckle on one of Seto's hipbones. The pirate grunted and his hand buried in Atemu's hair before he moved to cup the boy's face. When Atemu lifted his mouth away, there was already a dark mark forming over the area, and it raised every bit of possessiveness within Atemu to the surface.
Mine.
Atemu's hands moved down to Seto's erection, one hand wrapped around the shaft while the other gently rolled his sac in his palm. Seto moaned low and primal, his hips pumped forward. Atemu smirked and then he lowered his head. His tongue darted out to flick across the head of Seto's cock, like a kitten drinking cream, before he took the engorged member into his mouth. He rocked back and forth in a slow, firm rhythm that Seto was quick to follow. Atemu pulled away before he rubbed the saliva all down Seto's shaft, wetting it completely.
Atemu crawled up Seto's body to straddle the man's hips.
The irony of the moment, how this was the exact position they had been in on the night they met, wasn't lost on either man.
Seto reached up toward Atemu's face, and Atemu grabbed the man's hand and he sucked in Seto's index, middle, and ring fingers, sucking on them and wetting them until Seto was certain it would be enough for him to prepare Atemu properly.
He tried to be quick, but Atemu could still feel the same deep-seated pain that had assailed him the first time Seto and Atemu had sex.
Thankfully, however, it hadn't taken too long for Seto to find Atemu's sweet spot deep inside his body, and when Atemu jumped and cried out in pleasure, Seto continued to prod that spot until Atemu was literally begging to be filled.
Seto removed his fingers, and Atemu positioned himself over Seto's cock. Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, Atemu lowered himself down onto Seto's cock until it was fully embedded inside Atemu's body.
Seto's breath hissed out between clenched teeth, and he remained as still as possible, waiting for Atemu to adjust to the girth of him, even though his body was screaming at him to ram into Atemu as hard and fast as he could until they were well sated.
Finally, Atemu began to move. Slowly at first, he made Seto pull nearly all the way out until only the head was still inside, and then he threw himself back down on Seto's cock in a quick movement that had them groan in unison. Atemu continued on just like that, gradually increasing the tempo, growing faster and pumping harder until Atemu's hips were moving at a pace that probably shouldn't be normal, and Seto had no complaints.
Seto pumped deep into Atemu with every downward thrust, the boy on top of him coming undone as Seto found his sweet spot and continued to hit it over and over again.
"Ah…ah yeah Seto. Right there. AH! God, you feel so good." Atemu growled, and Seto's body reacted by plundering Atemu's body.
"Mmm! Harder…faster…ah yeah, that's so good!"
Seto suddenly flipped them over so that he was on top. He set a furious pace that had Atemu's head rolling back and forth on the pillows and ecstasy flooded him.
"God, Atemu…you're so tight. So hot." Seto allowed between groans and labored breaths.
Atemu's hands clenched in the sheets so tightly that they might've ripped a bit, but neither minded as both began to reach their peaks.
Seto dragged them up until Seto was on his knees and Atemu was kneeling across his thighs. Seto thrust deep and hard into Atemu and Atemu held on to Seto for dear life.
He buried his face in the crook of Seto's neck as he shouted when his orgasm tore through him.
Seto growled as Atemu's body tightened around his cock, pushing him to orgasm with the boy.
Still connected, still hold on to each other, the two fell back down onto the bed, their breathing coming in short, rapid pants that tore from their laboring lungs.
"That…was incredible." Atemu murmured into Seto's chest.
"Mm-hmm." Seto replied.
Seto watched Atemu's face as the boy slept soundly beside him.
It was almost too good to be true. Was this actually real? Was Atemu really asleep in his arms, or had he imagined it?
Seto looked out through the small manhole in the wall and saw the rapidly lightening sky outside.
He didn't care. If this were a dream, then Seto would hope to never fully awaken again, but something about Atemu, here, now, solid and in his arms, told Seto that this was real.
Which meant that Atemu had chosen to stay with him…
Seto settled down beside his slumbering lover, kissed the boy on the top of his head, and closed his eyes before surrendering to sleep himself.
Atemu will still be here when you wake up…