A/N: There is a little solo play and perverse imagination in this one, but it's fairly brief and mild.

Chapter 03: Thinking It Over

Alone in his room as he lay down in his bed, Yami's mind instantly turned toward the incident that afternoon. As disconcerting as it was, Yami still couldn't forget the feeling of Kaiba's lips against his. Even now, it filled Yami with a heat that he didn't understand as his heart fluttered wildly. He had expected it to be harsh and unforgiving, but it had been soft yet passionate, something completely unexpected from Kaiba. Yami couldn't help but respond; it was only after the fact that his mind started protesting.

He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the Kaiba Seto had actually kissed him. How had that happened? And did he actually want it to happen again? He tried picturing it, but somehow it was too embarrassing. Yuugi was right, though; Kaiba wasn't the kind of person who would do something so needlessly. So did that mean Kaiba actually liked Yami? It was just too strange a concept to fathom. The only person Kaiba liked was Mokuba, surely. So how did Yami end up on that list?

Or maybe he wasn't interested in Yami at all and was just after something physical? But that didn't seem like Kaiba either. It was all just so confusing, because if Kaiba wanted to kiss him, what else did he want to do? Yami's cheeks flushed as he thought about what that "or else" entailed. Could he really think about Kaiba in such a way? Did Yami want to?

Yami had known for a long time that he had preferred men, but somehow Kaiba was untouchable. And yet he had reached out to touch Yami, had actually initiated a point of contact. Why?

Yami tried to imagine Kaiba taking things further, but it was too improbable. He just couldn't picture Kaiba wanting to be with him in such an intimate way. At the same time, an image of Kaiba pinning him down on the bed and taking him hard and fast was quick to come to mind. Yami felt a shocking jolt of arousal at the thought. Apparently some part of Yami found the idea appealing. Sure, Kaiba was attractive and was Yami's ideal in a lot of ways, but in other respects they were a horrible match.

Picturing himself riding Kaiba was just as much of a turn on, if not more so. Yami was startled when he felt another sharp burst of arousal that was starting to lead to a burgeoning erection. It made Yami back things up a bit, picturing them stripping each other as quickly as they could after a duel. It was hot and passionate as hungry kiss led to hungry kiss, their hands never stopping the exploration of the other. It made Yami ache with want and he stopped his mind from going any further out of self-preservation. He was almost uncomfortably hard and Yami tried to calm himself. There was just a sense of wrongness about jerking off while thinking about his rival. Even having such an urge was shocking enough.

Clearly parts of Yami were all on board with the idea, but he still had his reservations about it. After all, it was Kaiba Seto. He wasn't exactly known for his sexual exploits. Yami had never seen Kaiba express an interest in either gender before, which was part of the real he was so surprised. Since when had Kaiba been interested in him?

There was probably some truth to Yuugi's theory that it started around Battle City. But did a spark of interest in their rivalry really lead to Kaiba liking Yami in such a way? It was just a huge leap in logic that it was hard to accept.

Rolling over and staring blankly at his wall, Yami continued trying to make sense of it all. Somehow Yami got the sense that he could think about the subject for endless hours and he would never make sense of Kaiba kissing him. Why had he done such a thing? Was it really because he liked Yami in such a way? Was such a thing even possible?

There had been no change in Kaiba's behavior that would have alerted Yami to the fact that his rival's opinion of him had changed. That was the real mystifying thing. One moment they were dueling, the next they were kissing? How did that even work?

That thought recalled his earlier image and it made Yami curl up in a ball with a groan as his hard on refused to go away on its own. If the thought of being with Kaiba was so appealing, why was this the first time he was considering it seriously?

It wasn't as if Yami had never considered a friend in that way before. He and Otogi had dabbled at dating until they realized they were better off as friends. Whenever they had hooked up and fooled around had been hot as hell and deeply satisfying, but something crucial had been missing. It was a shame, because Otogi had been extremely talented in more ways than one.

Pulling himself from those memories, Yami wondered if it would be any different with Kaiba. He just couldn't picture the two of them going out on a date together. It was too foreign of a concept for Yami to grasp. But as Otogi had proved, Yami needed something beyond the physical attraction to keep him interested. Was Kaiba capable of providing that?

Not to say that the physical end of things wasn't important. Just thinking of those long, graceful fingers on his body made Yami feel hot and bothered in a way that was totally unexpected. He just wasn't used to thinking about Kaiba in such terms. He had just never been an option in Yami's opinion so there was no point in dwelling on impossible things.

Suddenly it didn't seem so impossible, though. Did that mean that Yami was actually interested? He wasn't sure, although his hard on certainly made a convincing argument otherwise. He tried to will it away with little success and Yami was starting to become desperate for relief.

It drove him to take himself in hand and start working his length despite his protests that it was inappropriate. Inappropriate or not, Yami continued jerking off while shyly thinking about being with Kaiba. As he thought about foreplay, Yami's freehand traversed his body slowly, heightening his feeling. The more into it Yami became, the less embarrassing it was for him to think about in such a way. As things progressed in his mind to actual sex, Yami thought he was going to lose his mind as his body reacted favorably to the fantasy. He imagined Kaiba over him, powerful and strong, driving Yami wild with lust at the thought of being taken by such a man. It didn't take long for Yami to cum after that and he had to bite his lower lip to hold in the cry that wanted to escape as his whole body arched in reaction to his release.

His breathing was erratic as he came down from his high and Yami shuddered with want as he felt himself aching for more despite the satisfying climax.

Yami wondered if he could really be with Kaiba in such a way. Would he be able to accept Kaiba in such a capacity? Was that even what Kaiba wanted? Yami just couldn't be sure from one kiss.

Reaching over to his nightstand for tissues to clean himself off, Yami realized that Yuugi was right and he was going to have to talk it over with Kaiba, as unpleasant of a thought as it was. Somehow he doubted he would get a clear answer out of his rival, but he at least had to try for the sake of his own sanity.

Sighing heavily, Yami continued mulling the problem long into the night, no closer to having an answer.

A/N: It's an interesting switch writing a whole chapter in Yami's head for a change…

NEXT CHAPTER:

Reaching out and taking hold of Yami's chin, Kaiba murmured, "Do you require another demonstration?"

The next chapter will be posted on Sunday, November 23rd, so please look forward to it!