A/N: Hello everyone. Thanks a lot for all the love you're sending for this fic *hugs everyone* It's what keeps it going. *offers flowers* Just dropping a warning for lemon here in this chapter. A special treat for Hirami, who is the godmother of all prideshippers everywhere :D Enjoy, everyone.

Bows of Promise

Chapter Fifteen

Conferences alone were one thing.

Conferences with Seto were an entirely different thing from what he was used to.

He should have known that the moment they stepped through the plane's doors and into their first-class seats and Seto immediately started harassing the cabin crew about this or that. Yami busied himself with a book he had brought along, smiling at the beautiful airhostess when she asked what he would like to drink, asking her for a cup of coffee.

Beside him, Seto scoffed, "Let's give it to you through IV, shall we?"

Yami rolled his eyes and ignored him. He buried his nose into the book to hide the unease that washed over him at the suggestion, because he had heard it countless times before from Bakura.

He didn't say anything.

"We could have some wine…"

Yami determinedly kept his eyes on the novel.

"Get wasted and have a quickie in the plane's bathroom…"

"I don't drink alcohol…"

"You are boring."

Yami snorted derisively. He smiled knowingly, not answering Seto. A few seconds passed in silence.

"Well, you're not…"

"Thought so."

Seto stayed silent for a while and Yami almost thought that he was going to let the matter go.

"Why though? Is it a religious thing?" he asked.

Yami shook his head, "You must have noticed that I am not the very religious type, Seto."

Seto hummed in agreement, "The thing you do with your tongue when giving me head can't have been taught at a house of God."

Yami lowered the novel, throwing his head back with laughter. He kept it up for a while, until Seto chuckled beside him lightly. He waited until there was nothing left of the sound except the mischievous little grin dancing on his lips as he turned to face Seto. "True, that…" he commented with a matter-of-fact shrug. Honestly, Seto made him laugh so hard sometimes. As a reward for that, Yami decided to elaborate a bit more on the issue the brunet was asking about. "I just think alcohol is a lot of calories that I don't need."

"Is everything you do related to your weight?" Seto asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yami rolled his eyes. "It really isn't."

"Don't worry if you gain a lot of weight; I will still love you regardless and think you're pretty."

Yami grinned. "I am reassured. Your approval is the driving force behind my very existence, Seto," he sarcastically commented, raising his book up once again.

By the end of the short flight which took roughly an hour and a half—complete with all the checking in, checking out, the security checks at both airports and the luggage lines— Yami was half-grateful, half-frustrated. His strategy worked. Seto took the bait and turned all of his annoying comments on him instead of the cabin crew. He had sacrificed his peace of mind for that one hour to spare their poor hostesses the pain of dealing with the brunet. He supposed that it was alright; he had the experience on how to deal with him.

Thankfully, the annoying chatter ended when they were walking out of the airport. It was a little past six in the evening and the sun had set, sparkling lights in the distance telling him that Tokyo was a very bright, very busy place. He quietly made that observation the moment they walked out of Terminal 1 and Seto asked him, "You've never been to Tokyo before?"

He had shaken his head, "First time."

At that, the smirk that seemed to be permanently etched on Seto's handsome features disappeared, a bright grin taking its place as he reached for his hand, pulling him gently and saying, "Then let me be your guide for this trip, then!"

There was a car waiting for them. Yami looked at Seto suspiciously as their luggage was taken from them and the door opened to the lavish car's seat along with a polite driver who respectfully bent lightly at the waist, greeting them with, "Dr. Kaiba, Dr. Motou, welcome to Tokyo. I hope you had a pleasant flight."

Once they were safely inside the car, Yami asked, "Is the conference providing this, or is it yours?"

Seto grinned, "Conference. If you want, I can send him with our luggage and call one of my limos instead."

"No thanks," Yami rushed out, uncomfortable with the fact that they were being driven to the hotel like that. He didn't think he could stand arriving with a limo, the pomp just made him cringe.

Thankfully, Seto didn't insist and let the matter slide. Instead, as they drove out of the airport, Seto launched into an explanation of all the things they could do during their stay for the conference. Yami allowed him to take on the role of the tour guide as the car took them out of the Ota Ward and into the metropolis.

Whatever annoyance he felt at the constant bickering they did on the plane faded, replaced with the pleasant sensations Seto's voice brought within him, coupled with the fact that he was seeing a new place for the first time, staring out of the windows at buildings they were driving past, some of them so high that he had to bend down really low to see the top of, sometimes even failing with how high they towered.

Tokyo reminded him of Cairo, in many ways. It was…huge. From what he understood from Seto's talk, Tokyo wasn't just one city. It was a group of Wards, each with its own characteristics and general atmosphere and personality. Ota and the metropolis were just two of many of those. Cairo had been like that, too. And much like Egypt's capital, Japan's was just as loud. Loud, colorful, energetic. It took his breath away slightly.

And much like Cairo…the quick pace, the industrial, crowded appearance of the city –or at least the part where they would be staying—it didn't impress him a lot. His first impression was to wonder where the greenery or open areas were. He supposed that it was unfair to judge based on the small part of the immense city that they saw on the way to the hotel, but for some reason, he found the overly-modern, almost futuristic appearance that Tokyo had, slightly intimidating.

The conference was being held at the Ritz-Carlton and their accommodation was there as well. When they arrived, checking themselves into the lobby and receiving their suites' keycards, Yami admitted to Seto in the elevator that the city looked very modern. That he wasn't very excited about that and that he'd rather just get some sleep instead of going out tonight.

"Are you alright? We can skip out on the opening ceremony, if you'd like," Seto suggested, concern lacing his words.

"No, no…it's fine. I mean… let's keep exploring for another day and just attend the opening ceremony."

Seto deflated a little.

Yami apologized, so he rushed out, "No, no…it's alright. Thought I'd take you out to a club and force alcohol down your throat. Damn it, Yami, always ruining my plans."

Yami shook his head in exasperation.

Their suites were located on the same floor. He did not know why they were given executive luxury suites, since standard rooms would have sufficed, especially since this was the Ritz-Carlton and even standard rooms were very impressive, but it seemed that the surgery department at the hospital really pampered all of its members so he wasn't about to complain. Yami entered his, placing his cell phone and wallet on the counter next to the suite's entrance, passing by the en suite bar and the marble counter in front of it. A quick glance revealed very, very tastefully designed living area with a screen hung up on the wall above an entertainment corner and a comfortable looking pair of armchairs in front of it, with a little table between them. There was a door that Yami assumed led into the bathroom next to the area where the bedroom part of the suite was location. The bed was gigantic with a frankly ridiculous amount of pillows piled at its head.

There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the glittering skyline of Tokyo on the right side of the bed. Yami took in the view for a few minutes, staring at the breathtaking sight stretched out unhindered in front of him. The hotel was located in the top nine floors of this fifty-three storey building, and his and Seto's suites were located just two levels before the very rooftop. There wasn't many buildings nearby blocking his view and he could feel his heart racing slightly at the height he was standing at.

He took a breath and walked back towards his luggage, dragging his suitcase behind him to the bedroom, opening it and taking out his personal items. He deposited his toiletries in the bathroom then removed his hair band, running his fingers through its strands to release the dent it left in it. He took off his clothes, hanging them off the back of the elegant-looking ferforje vanity chair in front of the sink.

He showered, washing his hair and generally just happy to get rid of the tiredness of the day. He supposed that it didn't matter how long or short his flight was; he would always feel tired after boarding a plane. Maybe he was growing old, too.

He smiled to himself as he stepped out of the shower, putting on the terrycloth robe folded neatly next to the shower cabinet. He walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair and taking out his clothes for the ceremony taking place at nine sharp. He had just over half an hour to get ready.

The opening ceremony for the conference didn't usually take long, thankfully. It was typically Yami's least favorite part of any of these events. Tedious and boring, filled with a lot of thanks and buttering for attendees and sponsoring companies which he frankly couldn't care much about it. But he just thought it was very arrogant if he didn't attend the opening and out of politeness, he usually sat through them and endured.

He had picked a charcoal-grey, wool-silk business suit that was tailored accurately to his body. He paired it with an ivory shirt. He decided to forgo the tie, leaving the top two buttons open. He put on a pair of brown shoes and placed a pair of classic, oval cufflinks with a black enamel center on, then pulled his hair back into a little ponytail, allowing some of the shorter, lighter-colored strands to come loose and frame his features, knowing that no matter what he did, they would most probably escape the hair-tie anyway.

He had waited for Seto in the hotel's lobby, in front of the entrance to the main hall. He hadn't met anyone he knew so far. He expected he might, since these conferences were highly-prestigious and presenting a thesis or a paper here was a very bright spot in anyone's resume.

He had been distracted from wondering who he might meet here by Seto making his appearance.

Yami found himself making conscious effort not to do anything more than lick his lips at the sight. He could easily imagine Seto at the top of an empire like Kaiba Corporation. He looked so natural, so at home in his formal attire. Yami allowed his eyes to roam over the tall, slim form, taking in the black suit that would have been boring on anyone else, but on Seto, paired with a baby blue shirt and a dark blue tie that matched his eye color perfectly, which he had knotted into a four-in-hand tie, he looked like something out of a fashion magazine.

Which wasn't something new for him, Yami decided, wondering why Seto's insanely gorgeous appearance always took his breath away like this. By now, he should be more used to it. He didn't think he really could get over how sexy Seto looked in every single thing he wore. Business suits, he made very exciting. Knitwear looked positively divine on him –something that Yami didn't think was possible. The unattractive surgery scrubs made his days at work a lot more exciting. And last, but not least, he of course looked best in nothing but his skin.

It made Yami's hand itch to touch him whenever he could.

He had attempted to offer a compliment, but Seto had beat him to it, telling him he looked ravishing. He said thank you and was once again about to make a comment on the brunet's stunning appearance in a business suit, but scowled heavily when Seto told him he wanted to bend him over a desk, lower those form fitting pants and screw him until he couldn't see straight anymore.

Yami, scandalized, left him and walked into the hall.

He had greeted the young woman with bright eyes who introduced herself as part of the Organizing Committee. He tried to calm her down when she breathlessly greeted him, apparently cowed by the impressive list of degrees he had listed down beside his name on the guest list. He asked what medical school she was attending and which year. He stood speaking to her about basic clinical skills she was studying at her level and giving her advice on textbooks and resources she can refer for her studies. Waving goodbye and taking his seat, he ignored Seto who was led by another OC to the seat right next to his.

They sat through the opening, Yami leafing through the pamphlet he was given, eyes just skimming through the program of the event. There were a lot of papers being discussed, many workshops taking place and whole bunch of interactive activities that made up a typical medical conference. He supposed he wasn't going to attend everything on the list, but it would be nice to attend certain discussions and presentations in particular, since an update on those topics would be extremely beneficial to his and Seto's own paper.

He took out his phone, opening up his planner and set a reminder for the times when a discussion on interventional endoscopy and another discussing the management of trauma in hepatic-disease patients would take place. He also underlined topics related to radiology, one topic discussing the effectiveness of abdominal ultrasound for conclusive laparotomies and a comparison between it and CT scans as an alternative.

There was a vast amount of topics being discussed, especially since the conference wasn't dealing with any particular aspect of traumatology, but the entire branch of surgery as a whole.

It was going to be a busy week.

But it was going to be fun, he knew that. These events always were. He put his phone away, trying to pay attention to the words being said. Seto leaned closer, rudely making a comment on the speaker's choice of tie. Yami bit his lips, trying not to laugh and hissing at Seto to stop being rude. Naturally he didn't stop and added something quite horrible about one of the sponsors that the man was currently praising. Yami was desperate. They were in the second row seats from the podium and their quibbling was bound to get noticed especially since Seto's comments got funnier and he was having trouble controlling himself.

He raised the pamphlet in front of their faces, pretending to lean closer to Seto to whisper something in his ear. Using the pamphlet to cover them from front and the high backs of the cushioned seats of the hall to cover them from the back, he nibbled on that spot underneath the curve of Seto's jaw, where his neck met with it. Hard and strong, he suckled on the skin there, stopping only when he was sure that a rosy-brown spot was left on his neck.

Unfailingly, he heard the familiar hitching of Seto's breath in his throat, felt him stiffening and through the corner of his eyes, saw the flush that spread over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.

Smiling, he pulled back a fraction, whispering, "If you don't stop trying to make a scene, my hotel suite will be off limits to you for the duration of our stay."

He placed a small kiss on the spot just above the collar of the shirt and sat back, an innocent look on his features.

Thankfully, and as expected, the ceremony didn't take too long.

Yami declined the offer of the young lady in the OC to have dinner, telling her he would be having it in his own room. He managed to say those words just before Seto dragged him quite rudely away towards the elevators.

There were people with them in the elevator and Yami supposed it was his saving grace from getting molested in the enclosure that was a lot more spacious than the hospital's tiny, boring one. Seto had been silent ever since his little threat and Yami felt a small smile spreading over his features at the way his lover was just so…so good at being obedient when he wanted.

It sent a rush of delicious heat through his body.

He smirked lightly when they walked into his rooms. "You can help yourself to my bar if you like…I doubt I will have any need for it," he offered with a calm, level tone, stepping close to the windows that fascinated him beyond belief.

"I have one of my own back in my own suite. I am here for what I don't have back there."

"Oh, and what's that?" Yami cheekily asked, looking over his shoulder at him for a moment, averting his eyes to the view before him once again.

Soon, he felt the familiar heat standing right behind him. Strong arms wrapped around him and Seto placed a small kiss on his temple and Yami leaned his weight back against the taller frame behind him, bending his head sideways to expose his neck to the brunet's mouth.

He allowed his hand to rise to bury his fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, holding Seto closer to him and letting his hands start divesting him of his clothes, starting by undoing the top button of his suit's jacket and slipping it off with ease. Yami moved with him, letting the heavy cloth slide off the smooth silk of his ivory shirt. Seto tossed it over the back of the nearby armchair then pulled at the belt, loosening it and proceeding to unbutton and unzip his pants, pushing it over his hips along with his underwear, letting it pool at his feet. He moved smoothly, kicking the cloth away and standing in Seto's arms with just his shirt on.

Soon, Seto's lips left his neck, trailing hot breath over his jaw and zeroing in on his lips. They stood, chest to back, kissing before the immense windows and Yami closed his eyes, savoring the sensation that he couldn't imagine ever growing tired of. It was wholesome… filled parts of him that he didn't know were empty until he and Seto kissed. It sent a rush of warmth in him as well as sent his heart racing.

And currently, his heart was racing with a rush of arousal. Seto's hands expertly unbuttoned most of his shirt. They seemed to know exactly where to touch him. His other hand, which hadn't fisted in his lover's hair positioned itself on the glass especially as his knees weakened considerably as one of Seto's wandering hands stopped at one of his nipples, his index finger circling around it teasingly and he moaned softly at the sensation, back arching and unconsciously pushing his chest out towards the pleasant stimulus. Seto's other hand was reaching down, wrapping long fingers around his semi-hard erection stroking it with slow tugs.

He opened his eyes as Seto drew back just a little bit, his mouth next to his ear asking where the lube was. He mentioned his bag's outer pocket, making to move back to go grab it, but Seto tutted several times, using his weight to pin Yami back against the glass windows.

"Stay…"

It was a breathy command that Yami couldn't disobey. He stayed where he was, indulging the brunet and felt himself flushing a bright crimson when the strong arms wrapped around him once more, holding his hands, guiding them so that he had one of them wrapped around his already-leaking sex and the other was playing with his nipples.

He stood there for what seemed like hours when it was probably just few seconds, until Seto came back. He hadn't stopped playing with himself as his lover had instructed him to and the fact that they were about to have sex against the windows of their hotel room and the commanding tone Seto used with him and the thought that soon, Seto would be moving within him all had him achingly hard and dripping. Every nerve ending on his body was alive with sensation and the second Seto placed his hands on him once again, he leaned into the touch, his hand reaching behind him to unbutton Seto's pants, eager to be joined with him.

Seto allowed him to go as far as lowering the zipper on his pants, before holding his wrist and raising his arm, pinning it to the glass beside him.

"Keep your hands there, Yami," he told him and Yami bit his lip hard to prevent the whimper that tried to bubble out of his chest from escaping. He obeyed, letting Seto's hands roam his body as they pleased, enjoying the sensual way with which they pulled up at the fabric of the shirt that fell to the top of his thighs where they met his bottom. He drew in a shaky breath at the drag of Seto's blunt nails on his skin, the sensation of smooth silk against his skin that seemed hyper aware of everything so suddenly. And most importantly, he whimpered helplessly at the rush of heat in him at Seto's clothed form behind his own half-naked.

He imagined he looked absolutely depraved, pinned against the glass in this Tokyo skyscraper wearing only his shirt and having Seto play his body like an instrument perfectly tuned to his every whim. It was an intoxicating sensation. He had never been overwhelmed by a lover the way Seto made him feel. The brunet was everywhere, his touches, his kisses…the very breath he took around him surrounded him securely in a tight aura of strength that left him breathless in many ways he couldn't even begin to count.

He closed his eyes as seconds after he heard the bottle of lube opening, he felt Seto's slick fingers at his entrance, easily sliding inside him. Gently, they entered him, Seto slowly preparing him, opening his fingers in scissoring motions, every now and then bending them slightly forward and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Yami and weakening his knees further by brushing over his prostate repeatedly.

He opened his eyes, a distant part of him noting the way with which his breath fogged up the glass and turned his head sideways slightly to stare at the utter concentration, the completely careful look that dominated Seto's handsome side profile. He leaned back, closer, so his mouth was next to Seto's ear and he whispered impatiently, "Seto… either fuck me right now, or you'll find yourself in my place very soon."

Seto chuckled lightly and Yami felt the hairs on his body rising deliciously at the sound. There was a pause in which Seto moved away slightly and Yami heard the distinct sound of the condom wrapper getting torn, a few more moments of silence and then Seto was back.

Strong hands were at his hips, gripping them tightly as the blunt head of Seto's sex was positioned at his entrance. He forced himself to relax, pushing back against Seto allowing him entry and cringing ever-so-slightly at the initial burn of it but breathing evenly and deeply as his lover settled against him completely in one smooth long stroke. He paused for a moment, as usual asking him if he was ready. And with Yami's approving growl, he started pulling out once again, before pushing back inside.

The delicious friction and the angle that Seto so far never missed, coupled with the pace Seto kept up made him moan with insensate pleasure. He kept his hands flat on the glass, leaning his forehead against it and clenched his eyes shut against the luscious sensations. The pace was slow…agonizing. The drag of Seto's hardness inside him, against the ring of tight muscle at his entrance and the nerve-rich spot that the brunet's flesh dragged against with every inward stroke made his toes curl and made it very difficult to remain upright.

He needed more and he growled, "Kaiba… fuck me harder or I swear I will…"

He couldn't continue. It was as if Seto had been waiting for those exact words for his hands to tighten even more around his hips, plunging inside him in one swift smooth motion that cut off the rest of sentence with a gasp and a burst of stars in his vision.

Quick and ruthless, Seto shoved into him, flattening him against the glass that some dark, twisted part of Yami hoped was strong enough to take their weight. He could no longer form coherent words and any protest he had been about to say to his lover was lost as he was pinned without mercy between the hard glass and Seto's punishing thrusts.

At some point, his knees gave out and Seto wrapped one of his arms around his waist, his other arm hooking under Yami's knee and raising it, while his taller body pinned Yami's tighter against the glass. Yami held on to the arm wrapped around his waist, his fingers digging into the expensive-looking cloth and a faint part of him could recognize the diamond studded platinum cufflinks. He was almost about to laugh at the display of lavish wealth, but he couldn't do anything except holding on for dear life and the only sound that escaped him were gasps of pleasure. The new angle drove Seto inside him deeper, the sensation proving to be too much for him to take and soon, he found himself coming hard with a keening sound that rose from deep within him and with the amazed realization that he was doing so untouched like a sixteen year old getting his hands on his first stash of porn.

To his surprise—and slight alarm—Seto made no move to try and finish after him. In fact, Yami noticed as he rode the final waves of his orgasm that his strokes slowed down, moving in and out of him with an almost lazy pace. Yami blinked away the tears that accumulated in the corners of his eyes with the sensations passed and the ones washing over him anew.

He gasped as Seto's hip pushed up into him, once again brushing over his overworked, overly-sensitive prostate. He whimpered at the sensations, swearing under his breath.

Seto chuckled darkly. The brunet leaned down a bit, his lips nipping erotically at the area beneath Yami's ear, making him keen slightly at the rush it sent through his body. Seto's hands were once again on the move, this time both of them lavishing attention onto his nipples, teasing and flicking them nonstop while his lips worshipped the skin of neck, the juncture of his shoulder and the sharp protrusion of his clavicles…

Under his ministrations and the talented mouth alternating between kissing him, biting at his neck and breathing hot, moist air onto his over-sensitive skin, he was amazed to feel another rush of arousal settling within him.

Sensing this, one of Seto's hands left his now overly-sensitive chest and trailed downwards to his newly-interested sex wrapping his hand around it once again and starting to stroke it with long, firm pulls that left him gasping and jerking convulsively within his arms, aroused but still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Repeatedly, Seto tugged at his length, stroking the head of his sex expertly and guiding him towards another orgasm. He felt the knot of pleasure tightening inside him and racing towards climax once again and apparently, Seto could sense the second peak rushing over him again and so quickened his thrusts into his body.

The burn from the prolonged stimulation was driving him insane. He was exhausted and Seto's pace was punishing. He could do nothing except remain helplessly at his mercy as the brunet's hips ground punishingly within him, the slender fingers stroking him tirelessly towards his second orgasm in less than half an hour.

He was almost there, when he felt the first telltale signs of Seto's orgasm, a faint faltering of his rhythm, harsh, throaty groans escaping him, the sound music to Yami's ears. He could feel his walls tightening with his own impending climax, Seto's fingers stroking over the head of his sensitive member. He was making whimpering little sounds, half encouraging, half pleading. He didn't know what exactly the sensations rushing through him were at this moment, but he knew that he wanted them to go on forever, yet at the same time, he wanted them to end.

It was the typical myriad of sensations that Seto heaped upon him. Anger and affection, impatience and long-suffering tolerance… wanting to forever remain stuck in his arms with these overwhelming sensation, yet aching for the crowning pinnacle of it all, to shatter completely within his arms beyond repair.

The brunet's lips were again seeking his own. He turned his head, leaning his temple on the glass and letting the sensation of the now-familiar, soft lips on his own push him to his second orgasm, just as he swallowed the growl that Seto was letting out as he too finally reached completion inside him.

His vision had darkened and he closed his eyes, leaning even more against the glass and sliding down it slowly. He could feel Seto's warmth disappearing from behind him for a while after their bodies were separated. He sat crumbled next to the windows, gasping and trying to regain his breath and get himself under control.

He felt Seto's arms wrapping around him and a kiss being placed on top of his head.

"You alright?"

He smiled, "Hell, yes…"

He felt Seto's smile against his temple and he closed his eyes, curling up in his lover's arms, letting himself relax and savor the sensation for now. It had been ages since he was held and he was surely going to enjoy it while it lasted.

The next day, he woke up to Seto's lips on his temple, his fingers touching his cheek. He remembered that he had fallen asleep in much the same way, after they had moved to the bed. He thought he heard Seto telling him he loved him and he had surrendered to the pull of sleep on him with those words on his mind. He smiled while remembering them, curling his form around Seto's in the sunlight that the room was lit with.

A few minutes of laziness later, they decided that they needed to get up now if they were ever going to make it on time for the first program of the day. Seto kissed him one last time after they got out of bed, telling him he'd meet him downstairs for some breakfast in half an hour.

Yami showered and changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark crimson shirt. The day's activities did not require formal attire and he could settle into his usual smart casuals with ease after showering and freshening up. He then grabbed his phone, a pen and left his room, going downstairs. He waited for less than five minutes, after which he found Seto arriving in grey slacks and a white shirt.

They walked side by side into the restaurant, Yami ordering his coffee before anything else, while Seto proceeded to order them a full breakfast spread. Yami still couldn't get over the fact that Seto could eat so much and still maintain the perfect form he had. He sat sipping at his coffee after a bite or two of his toast while Seto went through the different plates spread out in front of them with surety and enthusiasm that he had to commend him for.

"It's why your metabolism is so slow. You don't have breakfast."

"Sure, sure…" Yami agreed in a placating manner as they entered the hall to take their seats.

The first speaker was just starting his discussion. Yami hoped Seto would be mature enough to remain silent throughout this session at least. He was pleasantly surprised when the brunet did just that. He remained silent for most of the presentation, making notes on his phone every now and then. He didn't interrupt even once, waiting for the question and answer part of the presentation to ask a well thought-out inquiry.

It was the same for the other discussions that followed that morning's session. It was a pleasantly surprising side of Seto and Yami wondered if he always was a serious student even during school.

"Never thought you'd be the disciplined student," he remarked as they walked out of hall for the lunch break, three hours later.

"Hmm…?" Seto asked, looking down at him. He blinked and laughed slightly, "Oh… yeah, well. When I am serious I'm serious I suppose."

They were stopped when the same girl who had led them to their seats called Seto's name timidly. She told him that a group of post-grad students were requesting a meeting with him. Yami told him to go ahead and that he would use the restrooms and wander around a little while he met with them.

He had almost an hour before the day's activities commenced again. He did as he told Seto, used the facilities then sought out another cup of coffee. He sat down in one of the white-colored armchairs next to the windows, staring outside at the bustling city. It was a cloudy day, rain threatening to pour down onto the city and Yami felt a peace settling within him at the promise of unsettled weather.

He sat sipping at his coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet and running over what he could remember from the topics getting discussed later on today in the day, reminding himself to pay close attention to the endoscopy-related topics being discussed. He set the cup down and closed his eyes, leaning his head against his hands whose fingers were crossed beneath his chin.

He stayed like that for a while until someone spoke from behind him in fluent Arabic.

"I still stand by my opinion when it comes to you and your coffee, Yami…"

His eyes flew open at the familiar sexy tone. Gravelly and low, rising with a rumble from its owner's chest and settling deep within him to chill him to the very bones.

"An IV line would be more cost-effective and time-saving."

He turned around, dreading the sight that he knew was going to meet him.

A familiar tall figure stood staring fondly down at him, one hand in the pocket of his pants. He had the smirk that Yami was oh-so-familiar raising the side of his mouth. Brown eyes were studying him carefully with familiar white bangs falling into them.

Of all the people he expected to meet so far away from Egypt and running to the farthest place he could reach away from his past and everything related to it…

It was all pointless since apparently, that same past followed after him all the way to Japan.

And it stood behind him, materialized as Bakura.

"Good to see you again, Yami…"

tbc...