Chapter 2

Later that night, Seto pushed his bedroom door open. In the dark, he could see Yami's outline under the sheet. He sighed, believing the pharaoh to be asleep. Quietly, he removed his clothes except for his boxers. He opened a drawer and sipped into a pair of black shorts. Again he looked at the bed. He's asleep, and I'll probably wake up before he does, he thought firmly. He got into bed with his back almost touching Yami's. Their skin touched, causing Seto to jump like he had been shocked. Seto shook his head roughly and eventually fell asleep.

On the other side of the bed, Yami was stirring. He felt the warmth of the other body and rolled over. Seto's brown hair was spread out on the white pillowcase. Yami gently reached out to touch it. As he stroked the brown hair, the other man made a noise in his sleep. "Seto?" He gently rolled Seto onto his back.

Seto did not wake.

Yami smiled and continued to run his fingers through Seto's hair. "Very nice," Yami whispered. "Your hair has always looked silky smooth." He brushed his fingers down the side of Seto's face, feeling all of his perfect features in the dark. The pharaoh touched Seto's lips gently and suddenly felt a surge of desire for them. "Open your eyes."

Seto opened his eyes slowly, and became aware of how close Yami was to him. "What is it, Ya-?"

The last syllable was stopped by a pair of lips pressing firmly against his. All of the feelings he had felt earlier were slowly rushing back. He began to see images of Yami spread out on the sheets with his cheeks flushed and all of his pale skin reflecting moonlight. He gritted his teeth.

Yami pulled back. "I'm sorry, Seto."

"Why? It's what you want, isn't it?"

"I just wanted to know what it felt like."

"To kiss someone?"

"To kiss you."

Seto had the same feelings again. His body began to move before his mind could tell him what to do. He grabbed Yami's shoulders and pinned him to the mattress.

"Kaiba!"

Seto pressed his lips roughly against Yami's.

Yami struggled for just a moment before submitting.

"Good," Seto whispered, moving his lips down Yami's neck. "I'll make you mine."

"What are you going to do?"

"Leave my mark." Seto slowly began on Yami's soft skin.

Yami jerked. "Kaiba, that hurts!"

Seto snapped out of it. Twice in one day he's made moves on Yami. Made moves? What was he thinking? He shook his head roughly and got off the bed.

"Wait!"

He picked up his pajama bottoms and left the room. Right now, he'd have given anything to get Yami's voice out of hi head. His feet took him to his spacious living room. He slipped into his pants before lying on the couch. Slowly, he drifted to sleep.

The tri-colored hair was spread out on the white pillows on Seto's bed. He was breathing roughly, and his face was flushed.

Seto was kissing all over that pale skin. The cool skin felt good against his lips. He smiled every time he heard Yami let out a moan.

"Oh, Seto."

"Yes, pharaoh?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Seto chuckled softly. He moved his body up, putting his face right over Yami's.

Yami felt the power of Seto's arousal and gasped. "Seto Kaiba!"

"Your body is the same." His blue eyes moved down Yami's body.

Yami blushed.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, pharaoh." Seto began to move his lips down Yami's body again.

"No… Seto… You're too low." His breathing became rougher. "Not there!"

Seto woke with a start, falling off the couch in the process. The last action of the dream repeated in his mind. He noticed how aroused he was as he sat back on the couch. Mokuba couldn't see him like this, and neither could Yami. Especially not Yami. The clock on the wall said three in the morning. He groaned. If he fell asleep, he would have another dream, but if he stayed awake, he might have to make the first dream a reality. He decided the dream would be less dangerous, and went back to sleep.

Again he awoke, but this time not remembering his dream. He sighed, happy he couldn't remember. He lifted his arms up to stretch, and felt a weight in his hand.

Curled on the floor under a blanket was Yami, his hair falling everywhere. His pale hand was inside of Seto's fingers. His face was filled with content.

Seto turned over to face Yami. His blue eyes looked over Yami's features accented in the light of the sunrise. As his eyes looked over Yami's neck, he saw the red mark above his shoulder. He groaned loudly.

Yami shifted under the blanket.

"Sorry," Seto whispered. He got on the floor with Yami. He put his arm over Yami's shoulder.

"So strong…" Yami whispered.

"What was that?"

"So perfect… in every way…"

"Who?" Seto asked.

"Seto… Kaiba…"

Seto felt like he had stopped breathing. Yami may have been asleep, but he wouldn't hide his feelings. Seto had his doubts though. Could Yami, the man Seto had hated for so long, actually come to be attracted to him? Those blue eyes started at Yami's face. The real question was: could Seto return the feelings? Seto brought Yami's face to his chest. Yes, it felt right.

Then everything was broken with three little words.

"What the hell?!"