Disclaimer:All credit to Kazuki Takahashi, the creator of Yugioh for the privilege of using fan fiction to write stories about my favorite characters.
Hay, Seto and Amelda are interesting as a pairing, war shipping. There aren't enough stories out there so let's bring it back and explore. Yet the writers on this site are magical. These two have a chemistry that is mind blowing. Please review and let me know how I can improve or change to make it work. Or just kick it have a latte and enjoy the ride. A/N: I decided to profile my characters and give a little more insight to this adventure.
Chapter Two: Sex on Demand
Characters:
Seto: Seto he's inexperienced sexually, but his passions run deep in everything he does. Frustrated and overworked he explores the world of corporate sex, causal affairs and playgrounds his younger brother Mokuba lives for. Seto is looking in all the wrong places.
Amelda: Lost his brother during the war, blames the Kaiba's, he's bitter, but can't understand his undeniable attraction to the CEO. Targets the CEO and his family for revenge; will is satisfy his anger? He's legally blind.
Raphael: Amelda's best friend and confident. He loves Amelda, but it's one sided, although one night they were both drunk and had sex, that's all it was for Amelda, Raphael dreams of more and gets in the way of any relationship Amelda has.
Joey: Although they fought in high school, Joey has become Seto's private secretary and a true watch dog over his affairs. He's efficient and extremely protective.
Mokuba: Understands the power behind his money, lives the playboy life to the fullest, prefers older men, intelligent, and adventurous, worries his brother will remain a virgin or at least alone.
Yami: Business man who has lost his money, he's desperate and agrees to a scam to destroy Mokuba, in return his fortune will be returned. He's way over his head.
Bakura/Ryou: Bodyguards, limo drivers, henchmen, and all around bad guys employed by Kaiba. Kaiba has no chains on Kura, so he runs amuck whenever possible. Ryou his younger twin worships Bakura and is secretly in love with Mokuba, his employer.
Dartz: A King without a throne, trapped by magic in this time and century. He longs for the days when he ruled the world and plans to get them back. Kaiba stands in his way. The future tells of Kaiba's worldwide success, so he must stop this from happening.
Malik: Dartz's lover waits on the other side, for his king to return, he controls the magic that will help Dartz's realize his dream of world dominance.
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"Nii-sama . . . there you are. I've been looking all over the theater for you. Cool is this your seat? I only had a booth, this is a damn office. So did you hear the news?" Mokuba stopped in mid sentence, as he caught the unmistakable aroma of Seto's cologne in the air. Yet Mokuba doused his suit with a different scent; so where was this coming from.
"Oh, my goddess, he's gorgeous. Who is that?" The young billionaire's eyes traveled the length of Amed's assets starting at the tip of his nose to the slender ankles hidden under the soft leather slippers on his feet. Still in shock he eyed the outline of his crouch '. . . Mmm . . . a lefty. . . Oh . . . my . . . oral sex all night; his lips were made for it.'
"So you've been busy Nii-sama." Mokuba smirked with a wink of his own.
"Stop being a pest. It's not what you think Mokuba." Seto spoke uneasily.
"Oh you don't have that much imagination or experience Seto; I'm way ahead of you." Now Mokuba winked at Amed. "You have any other brothers; older or younger, I like variety."
"Mokuba," Seto had to chuckle. Well actually he grunted. "You're being a bothersome brat."
"No Nii-sama, I'm being available," Mokuba purred.
"Don't you have business to address," Seto spoke.
"Ok, Nii-sama it's cool to keep him to yourself; but did you hear the news? Some rich son of a bitch bought the company and all the new prototypes to his new conceptual vision; 'Business on the go.' I wanted to see the demo of his personal touch, but the biding stopped shortly after the first thirty minutes. It was so exciting. I wonder who would have that kind of money." Mokuba drifted off and continued to admire the small chamber Seto occupied.
"Mokuba I won't be coming home tonight." Seto waited for the bomb to fall and the annoying questions.
"Ah . . . Nii-sama he's hot, but don't you think this is a little fast. Have you checked out his card?" voiced Mokuba. "You don't have to pop the cherry right away." Mokuba smiled again.
"Mokuba this is business. I'm going to conclude this deal."
"Call it business if that makes you feel good. I don't give a damn, but don't call me stupid. Honesty Seto, be careful, this guy could be a freak." Mokuba flirted with Amed, his mind thinking of all the freaking things he'd like to do with his body.
"Yeah I know," voiced Seto, but in his mind he thought differently. 'He could be my lover. I know that's Amelda behind that mask, but I'll bite.'
Seto loved games and the higher the stakes the better. This guy gave him a boner of the worst kind. All he could think of was that he wanted this man's legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted to tape his hands behind his back, and plow his ass deeply all night. 'Business my ass,' thought Seto, Mokuba was right. Everything ricked of sexual dangers and sinful encounters . . . intrigue of the worst kind. 'I need this damn it.' For a moment he thought about all the videos and on line material he'd examined; 'class over'.
"Hay, Mokuba calling Seto back to earth. Seto it's you! . . . . You purchased his business. I got it. Amed is a part of the deal." You could see all of Mokuba's teeth, he chuckled.
"Damn Seto," Mokuba walked around the man.
"Keep it down. I expect to see you tomorrow. Amed is well . . . . I'll explain this later." Seto couldn't vent his anger; it was because of his sexually active brother he was even here.
"Wow this is so cool. Can I have one, please?" Mokuba pleaded.
"He's not a machine, and this isn't a game." Seto frowned.
"Oh it's a game Seto, just watch out that you don't get played, just laid. Don't fall in love, it no fun if you do." Mokuba winked and watched as Seto and Amed walked out of the small chambers to a special limo waiting outside.
For a moment he felt a little envy, but then he remembered a card that burned a hole in his pocket. This card was separated from the other. With caution Mokuba studied the eyes on the glossy three by two cards. This guy not only supplied you with his business information, but added a small picture of his face. 'Damn he thought he's so hot. . . . His eyes were huge amethyst pools that trapped Mokuba on the spot.
The Kaiba brothers had a thing for eyes. The amethyst pools set in sharp angles on a deeply tanned sculptured face sent shivers along Mokuba's sensitive sack. His balls tighten and burned at the same time. 'I just gotta hit this,' he thought; discreetly he adjusted his g-string to support the ache.
Yet the attraction didn't stop at his eyes. Yami's lips were small and begged to be kissed. He wore small diamond pyramids earrings on fleshly pink ear lobes. Mokuba touched the tiny lips on the card; they would fit perfectly on his tight nipples, like a glove. All his senses told him this was forbidden fruit. He dialed the number. Actually the card was the number, a small disc, and a phone. Most likely one of a kind, Mokuba took the bait.
"Hello, this is Mokuba Kaiba," Mokuba held his breath.
"I'm standing behind you, waiting and wanting to touch that silver hair that runs down your back. Mmm . . . . Oh where does it end?"
Mokuba blushed and turned around swiftly. "Don't be so rude, I'm not that easy."
"You called me, remember . . . my lovely." Yami purred, the words spoken with confidence.
"So, I did, Mokuba took the phone and threw it in half empty cocktail glass, he was still in Kaiba's chamber. With courage he walked away, but regretted his bold action. "Ah hell, to late anyway, I'm going home." Mokuba called for the limo, Kaiba kept at his disposable along with his private bodyguards.
"Kura, Kura, hay. . . . Let's split." But instead of the twin drivers Mokuba was face to face with those haunting purple eyes.
"Please let me start over. That was extremely crude and nasty." Yami never took his eyes off Mokuba's deep silver gray orbs as he extended a clean manicured hand to the younger Kaiba. Yami's handshake was firm and caressing. Mokuba's mind wondered off to stroking and stroking and stroking some more. 'Damn him.'
"Sir is this man disturbing you," Bakura moved in-between the two young men and pushed Yami back. Two men with long silver blond hair flanked Mokuba on both sides. One wore a charm around his neck and he looked awesome. Well actually together the two devoted bodyguards; drivers were shitin' drop dead gorgeous. Rumors had it they did everything together. The slightly smaller version called out to Mokuba, "I could render him useless in one slice young master." It possible Ryou would tie hisself to a bed post and let Mokuba do his worst.
The other twin by sixty seconds pulled out a knife.
"Honestly Bakura put the weapon away; Ryou control your brother. . . . We are in public." Mokuba spoke still feeling a tingling sensation from Yami's hand shake.
"There's a new disco on the south side. Would you allow me to take you, for a dance and coffee? I'll be your slave." The man winked and Mokuba lost it.
'Seize the moment,' Mokuba thought. 'Hell I'm pushing my luck, but I'm going for broke.'
"I'd love to get to know you, Mokuba Kaiba . . . away from here. That is if you are interested." Yami walked past the guard and leaned a little closer to Mokuba, but not too intrusive.
"Let's go," Mokuba waved his bodyguards away, but directed them to follow at a safe distance. He followed his new friend to a smart little sports car and listened to the song dirty dancing coming from speakers inside.
Oooooo . . . other side of town. . . .
One hour later Seto walked into a world of sweet surrender. Amed changed into a skin tight leather shirt. His nipples stood erect through the fabric. "Like what you see, master." Amed's voice dripped of sexual pleasure.
"You're incredible," Seto spoke softly. He scanned the room for cameras and a small flash caught his eye. 'Enjoy the show,' he thought. "Yah, it's all a game, so damn it, first move."
Seto with ease undress leaving his blue silk boxes draped low over his hips. He wasn't ashamed of his sculptured body. "Oh yes I want this," he hissed while he advanced on his prey. Seto closed the gap between Amed's body and his own. He latched his lips on to the leather shirt and pulled the nipple into his mouth, through the soft fabric; the leather teased his senses and he growled. "Yes this was going to be a long night, check mate. He winked at the offending camera.
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"Damn it" a frustrated Red hair tousled a lamp at the small monitor on the desk.
'So you think he's sexy. Why did Kaiba's actions piss him off so much?' Amelda fumed his breathing erotic. His eye sight wasn't the best, but he could sense the passion in Kaiba's voice and the soft murmurs from the microphone attached just underneath the soft skin behind Amed's ears.
Amed didn't have to act, he cried out in pleasure each time Seto's lips marked his willing body.
"Hey, man. . . . Chill out," Rapheal spoke, clad in a towel wrapped around his waist, as he walked out of the shower. He was still wet and steamy. Rapheal was familiar with his roommate's fits of anger, but Seto always brought out the worst. Drying his hair he continued to watch the red-head with affection, his own eyes burning with lusty desire. Over two years and that brunette still haunted Amelda's dreams. Sometimes he would wake up screaming his name and Rapheal would comfort him. Raphael's heart softened around Amelda and he held his feeling deep inside his soul. 'I hate that damn CEO,' he whispered.
"He's just a spoiled rich prick," screamed Amelda. "I'll crush him, I promise you that Rapheal."
"Man not that again. You're watching that punk ass rich boy, getting it on. Look why don't we just leave. There are other jobs we can take." Raphael motioned for his friend to lay down across the bed. Without asking he straddled his hips and started to slowly massage the stiffness in his muscles. The blond would start from his shoulders and end up at the tips of his toes. Tonight he lovingly oiled Amelda's body down slowly with skilled fingers.
"Raphael-kun . . . your hands, I'm in love," Amelda sighed. Raphael's hands were large and caucused from years of ridding his Harley, but his touch on Amelda's body comforted the redhead completely.
Raphael wanted more in the relationship, but somewhere along the line he fell into the friendtrap. "Maybe you either got to let him go or just fuck him." Rapheal hopped for the latter.
"You just don't understand I loathed the air he breaths." Amelda turned over on his back, squirming underneath Raphael. 'Damn I wish he wouldn't do that so casually. I'm not a saint. Why can't he see, I'm right here.' The blond adjusted his magnificent budging thighs over Amelda's stomach; smooth and delicately six packed. 'Shit, my side burns are starting to twitch,' he chuckled.
"Yeah, I know," He finished the rub down just in time before the broken monitor kicked back into life. Two sets of eyes glared at the visual screen that now displayed a puzzle of the boss. Raphael retrieved a fresh monitor and the two stood in front of the machine to await the demands of the boss.
"Subject is screwing his balls off." Raphael spoke.
Dartz chucked, "And the other, has he taken the bait as well."
"Oh he's the smart one," Amelda whispered, his voice filled with venom. "The young one is at the disco grinding his ass off on the dance floor."
"Good it its looks like the Kaiba's are playing right into my hands." Dartz smirked, his multi colored eyes glowing. "Yes I'll have my kingdom back and I will erase the Kaiba's from the history books forever."
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Okay. . . . Opinions are very important for this new installment, my first story truly that is centered on this couple. I love this…..R/R tell a friend. Oh to all those that wanted Raphael, you got him!!!