Warnings: Smut, an abusive use of brackets and What-The-Fuckety-Fuck-Fuck moments galore! Mistakes are a given since the fic, in my haste to update, has barely been proofed. I will get back to correcting any errors when I get the chance. Please ignore all you see~!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
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Yami stepped out of the bathroom dressed comfortably in a worn pyjama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. The towel he was using to dry his wet hair was draped over his head. The shower he just had felt incredibly good.
Turning off the water heater, Yami was padding over to the kitchen to get a drink of water from the refrigerator when his phone rang. After locating his phone, Yami peered at the name on screen. A look of bewilderment crossed his face at the caller's identity and he answered the call straightaway.
"Hello?"
There was a pause and then a familiar voice spilled into his ear.
"May I come over?"
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Yami resisted the urge to switch the water heater back on and jump back into the shower, but the temptation to wash every nook and cranny of his body was too hard to resist and he was beneath the hot spray of water (again), scrubbing his torso with body wash (again) paying extra attention to his cock and peeling back the foreskin to ensure it was squeaky (lickable) clean.
In the end, no part of his body was left unwashed: cock, armpits, ass and even toes were subjected to a thorough scrub down. Lather, rinsed and repeat. He methodically applied the formula twice to ensure he was good to go. By the time he emerged from the bathroom (again), the room was like a sauna filled with tropical fragrant steam from the (overuse) of his coconut and pineapple body wash. He forgoes spritzing himself with cologne (because that would an overkill, right?) but did concede to a little deodorant under his arms.
His next dilemma was what to wear. Should he go for the natural look, consisting of pyjama bottoms and a tee or a thin yukata with his birthday suit underneath? The thing was: he wasn't sure what Kaiba was coming over for. Was it to talk? Or was it to get down and dirty? Now that he calmed down somewhat he had no idea what Kaiba was meeting him for. The suspense was making him all jittery and anxiety was eating his nerves like Jou and his food at meal times. If he was honest with himself, he was acting like a nervous chick on her first date. Yami knew the first steps were always the scariest but he had Kaiba to take his hand (literally and figuratively) and guide him through it. He would be lying if he said he didn't want a repeat of the bathroom experience again.
Despite that, Yami decided he didn't want to look like he was trying (too hard) to get laid. He donned the tee and pyjama bottoms he had discarded earlier and went about setting up his futon whilst trying not to think about what they could be doing on it later. Their small tryst in the little boys' room could be seen as a prelude to something more considering the privacy of their surrounding and space the futon offered.
After fixing the pillows on the mattress and spreading out the blanket, Yami flopped onto his back and peered up at the ceiling, his mind wondering to Kaiba as his tongue lapped the inside of his minty fresh mouth—the same mouth that was adhere to Kaiba's not long ago. Even now, it was hard to believe he did that in a public place . . . and with none other than Kaiba Seto. What would it be like to take it one step further? Thinking about it made Yami shiver. It was strange how that one tryst had lowered his inhibitions—made him want more between them. To know what he wanted after dancing around the issue for so long was refreshing, he could only hope Kaiba wanted the same thing too.
Lying spread-eagled on the futon, Yami lazily brushes the cool sheet covering it with the tips of his fingers. He estimated it had been about fifteen to twenty minutes since Kaiba's call and he was getting antsy with the wait.
Sighing, Yami rolled over onto his stomach and began impatiently kicking his legs in the air. Stretching out, he grabbed his phone off the low table and checked for messages. Seeing there was nothing new, he placed the phone beside him, nested his head in the crook of his folded arms and let his mind drift again.
The sound of three firm knocks on the door broke Yami from his reverie. Groggily, Yami got up and stumbled his way to the door, almost tripping over the blanket in his haste. Straightened out his clothes and patted down his hair, Yami took a deep breath before unlocking the door and swinging it open.
They stood at the doorway staring at each other.
"Hi," Yami greeted, trying his hardest to sound casual and unaffected despite his heart was racing five hundred miles an hour.
"Hey," Kaiba returned with a confident smirk, exuding none of the awkwardness that Yami was feeling.
Yami stepped aside to allow his guest in, his heartbeat speeding up when the other's body brushed up against his when he passed. Exhaling quietly, Yami closed his eyes and begged his heart to stopping hammering like it wanted to jump out of his chest. When he deemed himself calm enough to face Kaiba, Yami slowly turned around and found Kaiba staring curiously at him. He had removed his shoes and was standing in the tiny hallway in his socked feet.
As if sensing his anxiety, Kaiba said, "We don't have to do anything other than talk, you know. I won't make you do something you are not ready for."
If Yami had any doubt as to what Kaiba was here for, the blunt statement had erased it. It appears they were both on the same wavelength and thinking the same thing.
"Well, I . . . um . . ." Yami licked his lips and swallowed. "I . . . so . . . erm . . . would you like some tea?"
For the lack of a better response, that was the only thing that Yami could force out of his mouth. Yeah, real smooth!
Kaiba shook his head and declined with a soft "No thanks."
"Oh," Yami murmured, not quite sure what to do with himself now Kaiba shot down the opportunity for him to do something to occupy himself with. "Then why don't we go inside and sit down." Yami moved to usher Kaiba into the living room-cum-bedroom but a hand gripping his wrist stopped him.
"Wha-" Yami's protest was cut off by Kaiba's lips on his. Startled by the abruptness of the kiss, Yami tried to push the other away. It made Kaiba snake an arm around Yami's waist and pull him closer.
"Do you wish to continue from where we left off this evening?" The words were huskily whispered into Yami's ear causing the smaller male to shiver from its close proximity and meaning.
OH GODS, YES! Yami thought, but could only manage a dumb nod.
Taking that as his answer, Kaiba pressed down on Yami's lips once more and delved into the other's mouth with his tongue. It was obvious to Yami the CEO intended to pick up where they left off without further preamble and soon they were kissing the life out of each other.
Kaiba's hands snuck under Yami's t-shirt and began caressing the warm flesh beneath it. Yami moaned into Kaiba's mouth when it trailed down his spine, slipped inside his sleeping pants and underwear, and groped his ass. Unable to focus on the kiss when Kaiba's hands were so diligently (and roughly) massaging his butt, Yami pulled away from Kaiba's lips to listlessly slump against the taller man and allowing his body to enjoy what was being done to it.
Seeing the other yield to him, Kaiba hooked his fingers onto Yami's pyjama bottoms and pulled them down.
Yami squeaked when he felt his pants slide off his butt and get tangled around his ankles and feet. It was so unsexy that it was mortifying.
I knew I should have worn the yukata, he thought, mentally palming his face.
However, Kaiba did not seem to mind. Nuzzling against Yami's neck and inhaled deeply. "Mmmm . . . you smell like a Pina Colada," he purred.
"Huh?"
"Pina Colada, it's a cocktail that is made up of rum, coconut cream and pineapple juice."
Yami vaguely remember seeing that on the drinks menu at the club and hummed a response, it turned into a breathy gasp when the other parted his legs and gently nudges his erection with a knee. It took a lot of effort for Yami not to grind his crotch against Kaiba's leg, if he was going to be deflowered then it would be done on his terms: on the futon and horizontal.
"Bed," demanded Yami as he pushed Kaiba towards the living room, their lips and bodies still connected. The manoeuvre was stupidly difficult given how uncoordinated they were as a four-legged beast and with Yami's pants and boxers restricting their movements, but eventually they made it with minimum mishap.
Carefully, Kaiba lowered Yami and himself onto the futon and removed the clothing from Yami's legs. Then he dug into his pant's pocket and dug out three foiled wrapped packets and placed them next to Yami.
"Lube?" Yami asked, curiously poking a foiled wrapped packet that felt squishy inside.
"Yeah, and condoms too."
Yami looked at Kaiba trying hard not to look impressed that he came prepared. But then again, this was Kaiba! It was flattering to know the man had intended to have sex with him if he brought over the supplies. Yami couldn't help teasing him about it. "You always carry your personal stash with you? I am surprised you have lube and condoms at the ready and on your person," he said snidely. "Or am I special?"
"I bought it from the vending machine in the restroom at the club."
"Oh."
Yami looked at the supplies. Two square packets of foiled wrapped condoms with LARGE it written all over it. He looked at Kaiba with an arched brow. Was the man (supposedly endowed with a 'large' cock) seriously expecting to do it twice to an anal virgin?
"I hope one of the condoms is for me," he joked.
"Not unless your dick is large and plan on screwing someone else."
"Looks like your penis is not the only large prick in this room," Yami grumped.
"Why, thank you, Mutou. I do my best to accommodate."
"Fuck you, Kaiba!"
"No, fuck you, Mutou . . . or that is what I plan to do if you stop stalling."
"Well, I . . ." Yami began, but he really didn't have a comeback. After all, he was trying to stall.
"Are getting cold feet about this, Mutou?" challenged Kaiba, there was a slight growly quality to the question. He sounded displeased.
"Nerves," Yami sheepishly admitted, looking away in embarrassment. "It's my first time doing . . . this . . ." he gestured nervously the space between them with a flap of his hand, "with a man."
Kaiba looked the anxious male. Slowly, he reached out and cupped Yami's face in his hands, forcing the other to look at him. "Listen," he softly said, "Like I said, I won't force you to do something if you are not ready. I want your first time to be enjoyable. It is more than just sex. I want us to connect but not just on a physical level, do you understand?"
Yami nodded and forced out a small smile.
"Now relax and let me take care of you. If you want, I can inform you step-by-step on what I am going to do to you."
"What? Like a running commentary on the act of love-making?"
"What can I say? I know you like the sound of my voice."
"So narcissistic of you, Kaiba."
"Like you don't enjoy hearing me talk."
"Well, less talk and more action, Kaiba-sa-ma."
"My wish is your command, Yami." Without further ado, Kaiba pressed his lips onto Yami's in a heated kiss and slipped his hands under the other's t-shirt.
Yami moaned aloud when Kaiba thumbed over his nipples, his actions allowed Kaiba's tongue to invade his parted mouth and meet with his. For a while they were both content exploring each other's mouth, but ultimately had to break away for air.
Kaiba used this opportunity to remove Yami's t-shirt, pulling the garment over Yami's head and flinging it to the side. Yami returned the favour and started to divest Kaiba of his clothes too. It was surprising that his clammy fingers were able to pop the tiny shirt buttons through the equally tiny buttonholes. After much effort, Yami was able to slid Kaiba's shirt away from his body, the other's pants, underwear and socks was left for the wearer to remove. It was easier that way.
Once they were naked, Kaiba laid Yami on his back and planted soft kisses on the bare skin, emitting a pleased sound as goose bumps appeared on the places his lips met. He rubbed Yami's limbs and torso with his hands, caressing the prickled flesh as he teased Yami's neck with his mouth. Moving his hands down, Kaiba gently stroked the inside of Yami's thighs, enjoying the way the latter moaned to the touch. Sliding his body upwards, Kaiba rubbed their erections together provoking a pitiful high-pitched whine from Yami. The friction, however, could only do so much; he needed to be inside Yami—surrounded by his tight heat.
Spreading Yami's legs and raising his hips, Kaiba reached for a pillow and placed it under Yami's lower back. He kissed the top of Yami's bent knees leaving Yami feeling dazed before stretching out to retrieve the lube and the condoms. Placing the condoms within reach, Kaiba tore open the packet containing the lube and dipped two of his fingers into the content ensuring he had coated the digits up to the knuckles.
Yami watched Kaiba with bated breath. He played enough boy love drama to know what Kaiba was doing and it increased his anxiety and apprehension. Being on the receiving end for the first time was scary. The fact Kaiba was so single-mindedly focused and meticulous preparing him only escalated that feeling of apprehension.
Bending over, Kaiba pressed soft and light kisses onto Yami's inner thighs, his eyes never leaving Yami's face. With slicked fingers, he circled Yami's entrance and teasing the fluttering hole with he pad of his finger.
"Shhhh . . ." Kaiba soothed as he inserted the tip of his finger into Yami, feeling the other tense immediately. "Relax or it will hurt." He leaned down and began sucking the tip of Yami's cock to distract him.
Yami tried to do as he was instructed and evened out his breathing and forced his mind away from the finger that was prodding his ass. It wasn't painful . . . just uncomfortable.
To relax Yami further, Kaiba licked the length of the other's cock before engulfing it into his mouth. He smirked when he felt Yami's body jerk upward in response and continued to tease the latter's entrance as he pleasured him, adding a little more of his finger each time he sucked upwards.
With the wave of pleasure hitting his body, Yami soon forgot his discomfort as reached down to wound his fingers into Kaiba's hair and pushing the head down each time Kaiba went down his cock.
Soon Kaiba had his finger up to the knuckle into Yami and was slowly pushing it in and out of him. When feeling the other relax, he gently eased another finger inside, timing his sucking motion with the way his fingers moved while seeking the other's prostate, shifting the angle of his fingers slightly until he heard Yami gasp and the inside clench around his fingers. Grinning, he continued to stab the same spot over and over enjoying the way Yami bored down on his intruding digits. By the time Yami hit his climax, Kaiba had three fingers in Yami's body.
"You swallowed it?" asked Yami after catching his breath, his hands relaxing its grip on Kaiba's hair.
Kaiba looked up and wiped his mouth with the pad of his thumb on his clean hand, a brow arched high in a way that implied, 'what do you think?' With his hand still inside Yami, he leaned closer to the other's face and kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing Yami to taste himself on his tongue. After pulling away, Kaiba asked, "Like the taste?"
Yami grimaced. "Its salty . . ."
"Get used to it," Kaiba smirked, insinuating that it won't be the only time Yami was going to taste cum. Another jab at the latter's sweet spot halted whatever retort Yami was going to voice and was replaced with a lengthy moan. Seeing how much Yami's entrance had loosened and the fact the other was compliant and practically melting into his touch, Kaiba deemed Yami ready for more.
Pulling out his fingers and ignoring Yami's quizzical stare, Kaiba picked up a packet of condom, tore it open and removed the content. Pinching its tip, he rolled the slippery latex down his length before coating it with more lube.
"Are you ready?" he asked Yami, who answered with a small nod of his head. "Now relax for me." Nudging the head of his cock, Kaiba slowly pushed his way into Yami, and extracted a sharp hiss from the reclined male. He stopped his advance immediately and looked at Yami with concern etched on his face. "Are you okay? Should I stop?"
Shaking his head, Yami exhaled fully and breathed in deep again. He squeezed Kaiba's hips with his legs, encouraging the other to continue. Kaiba began to inch in again, all the while minding the other's reaction. He knew the most painful part was when the head of the cock first breach the ass—and for an anal virgin, it was painfully more so. It didn't help he was well endowed either. Carefully, he pushed in slowly, biting down on the inside of his lips as Yami's tightness surrounded his cock centimetre by excruciatingly centimetre. It seemed like forever until he was completely sheathed inside Yami and his balls pressing on the other's buttocks. To say it was a snug fit was an understatement since he could feel the hot and tight passage pulsing around his shaft.
"How do you feel?" Kaiba asked.
"How do you expect one to feel with a large cock up one's ass?!" Yami hissed. Feeling the other smirk, he added, " And I am not complimenting your dick!" His butt felt like it was on fire and it made him agitated.
"Well, if you have the ability complain, then it can't be all that bad." Drawing out his cock a little, Kaiba then slowly pushed back in again, going a little deeper each time until he was able to withdraw and insert his whole length without much resistance. He never stopped trying to placate Yami, noticing how pale he looked and how heavy he was panting. "I promise it will get better," Kaiba encouraged. After that assurance, he sought Yami's prostate with experimental jabs until he succeeded.
Letting out a yelp, Yami's back arched off the futon as a jolt of pleasure shot through him. He could hear Kaiba's triumphant snort in response to his action and he began to repeatedly assault the same place until Yami began to get hard again. Kaiba proceeded to accelerate and attack that single spot inside Yami, happy with the fruits of his effort. Yami could not deny the pleasure that was assailing his body. If the moans and pleas trickling through his lips every time Kaiba plunged into him, along and the other's grunts of pleasure, were anything to go by. It could be said they were both gaining immense enjoyment from the act.
Yami gradually released his death grip on his sheets and had wound his arms around Kaiba's neck, pulling the brunet closer for a kiss. Amidst the grinding and moans, their lips met in a deep and messy union. Each swallowing the other's moans as they devoured each other's mouth. Kaiba was the one to pull away. Grabbing the back of Yami's thighs and spreading the slender legs wider, Kaiba progressed with a series of hard thrusts that shook and rock their bodies violently. Each thrust forced Yami to spiral deeper into the pits of pleasure—a chasm where he had no way of crawling back up from.
"K-K-Kaiba . . ." his voice shook from the force the other was slamming into him, his cock was rigid and leaking pre-cum and his balls tight from the need to release his climax.
"Close?" Kaiba panted, one of his hands tightening its grip on Yami's thighs while the other stretched out to grasp Yami's cock. Soon, he was jerking off and fucking Yami simultaneously causing the latter to moan and thrash around in ecstasy. Both knew it wasn't going to be long before they peaked.
It was Yami who accomplished it first though. How could he not when Kaiba so expertly coaxed his body to climax?
Yami's buttocks clenched and unclenched around Kaiba's cock as wave upon wave of his orgasm rippled through him. His body thrust into Kaiba's hand a few more times before it finally stilled and he sunk into the futon in a boneless heap. Unable to find the strength to move, he patiently endured Kaiba's fierce fucking as his cum cooled on his chest. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long before Kaiba came and Yami felt his partner's warm release inside of him.
In the end, Yami was too sore and tired to do anything else after so Kaiba cleaned up, gently wiping down his body with a wet towel he got from the bathroom before disappearing inside there himself to wash up. Exhaustion soon caught up with Yami and he was more than happy to sink into the oblivion that promised rest and sleep.
Before he was fully submerged into the vestiges of slumber, he was vaguely aware of someone planting a soft kiss on his lips and then lying down beside him. Strong arms gathered his spent form and pulled it towards a warm, solid body behind him. Releasing a sigh of content, Yami fell blissfully asleep . . .
OR THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE CASE!
Yami laid in bed . . . a very empty bed . . . with the covers strewn around him in disarray. He was sulking. Sulking like kid who was told Christmas was cancelled. It wasn't fair that he had did all that prep—made an effort for Kaiba's visit—only to have him call and leave a voicemail while he was showering.
Picking up his phone, Yami accessed the message again and played it through the loudspeaker.
"It's Kaiba here, Mutou, I am sorry but I have to cancel our meeting tonight. I have to return to the office for an urgent teleconference to the United States. Please forgive me."
Angry tears pricked the corners of Yami's eyes as disappointment seeped deep into his bones and settle within like a leaden weight. Never had Yami felt such acute sense of loss—and that was saying something considering how his life was never a cakewalk.
With a sniff, Yami dropped the phone back onto the futon and brushed the back of hand over his eyes. What absolute shitty luck! It wasn't fair!
Turning over and switching off the light from the remote, Yami pulled the blanket up to his chin before curling himself up into ball. Sleep wasn't going to come easy that night.
O-o-O-o-O
The next day proved to be very taxing for Yami. The previous night's rejection and sleep deprivation had made him grumpy and quiet. As much as he tried telling himself that he was not sulking, his gloomy appearance said otherwise. Shizuka, sensing his sullenness, gave him wide berth. Unfortunately, the courtesy did not extend to Marik who wouldn't stop prattling about the photo shoot scheduled the next day. The hentai prodded and teased until the waspish Yami snapped. The subsequent verbal lashing Marik received had temporarily quieted him.
To make matters worse for Yami, Kaiba waltzed into the room with the barest acknowledgment towards him. It had not improved his mood. The only consolation to Yami was Kaiba was also sporting dark circles under his eyes. It meant he had a rough night too. Whether it was because of him or work, Yami had yet to determine. Clamping down his resentment and hurt, Yami thought the day could not start worse.
Only to be proved wrong . . . again!
A blur of blonde and energy flew through the door and screeched like a dying banshee. Rebecca's arrival had everyone's attention on her. Ignoring the curious stares, the small actress went straight towards her fellow co-stars, her eyes never leaving Yami's face. Yami felt a trickle of trepidation sliver done his spine at the expression aimed at him. This did not look good.
"Did you guys read the latest edition of Broken Bonds?" Her question sounded urgent and desperate. Yami thought he could detect a slight wobble to her voice. A shake of heads answered her. "Well, I managed to grab a copy of it this morning on the way here and . . ." she dug into her bag to pull the magazine, "I saw this." Flipping to the last few pages, she pointed to the part she wanted to show everyone.
Yami glanced down at the comic with a frown. The last part he read was when Obelisk and Osiris had finally caught up with Ra and was having a face-off with former Protector with Kisara bound in the background. Now, skimming over the frames on the two pages Rebecca held open he deduced that it had gotten violent with Obelisk and Osiris' spirit guardians battling it out with Ra and Magus' spirit guardians. Somehow Obelisk got overwhelmed by Ra when he tricked Obelisk into thinking he was going to attack Kisara. The distraction had cost Obelisk and he was hurt badly because of it. Osiris, in an attempt to save Obelisk—who had reverted back to his human form after he was hurt—went to block Ra's attack with his guardian . . .
Try as he might to deflect the attack, Osiris knew it was a futile endeavour. Weakened by fatigue, stress and fighting, Ra's guardian ripped through his guardian like a katana through paper. Paralysed, Osiris felt time stood still for him. Everything sounded muffled like he was submerged under water. And then he heard a loud rush in his ears as if a tornedo had blown through him.
The first thing he felt was pain—immense pain emitting from the centre of his chest. Confused, he looked down and saw blood spreading through his tunic like a beautiful, yet obscene bloom. He opened his mouth to protest, but all the sound he could managed was a wet gurgle as blood gushed out of his mouth and oozed down his chin, adding red to the expanding one on his chest.
"Osiris!" Obelisk and Kisara screamed Osiris' name in unison as Duo yelled, "My Prince!" Horrified, they watched as the prince's face contorts into a painful grimace and then collapse onto his knees.
"Osiris!" and "My Prince" are repeated again. This time Osiris tries to respond, he tries to turn to looks at Obelisk and Kisara behind him but he fails. With the last of his life force depleted, Osiris' eyes fall shut and he falls forward. His body hits the floor with a dull 'thud' and he remains still.
"NO!" A bright ball of energy streaks passed the still body and towards Ra. Obelisk had changed into Spirit form and was retaliating with every thing he has. Despite being fuelled by anger and grief, the attack lacked focus and precision, Obelisk was too hurt to do much harm. Even so, it had caught Ra unawares and did enough damage for his spirit form to dissipate. Had it not been for Ra's minion, Magus, Ra would have been in serious trouble. Master and servant made a hasty retreat thereafter. The former promising for revenge the next time they encountered.
Obelisk scrambled to untie Kisara as Duo clawed his way to Osiris.
"Osiris!" Kisara pleaded tearfully, taking her brother from the weeping Duo and cradling his head in her lap. "Please, come on, wake up, sleepy head." She used the hem of her dress to wipe the blood from his face. "Osiris, please." Then looking up at Obelisk, she said through her tears, "Obelisk, Osiris won't wake up. Please, make Osiris wake up. Make him wake up now!"
Slowly, Obelisk knelt down and placed a crooked finger under Osiris' nose, his expression grew stern and grim as his hand moved to the pulse on the other's neck.
It wasn't beating.
"I'm sorry, Kisara," he whispered, "Osiris isn't breathing." He swallowed thickly and added to the confirmation with a choked sob, "He's . . . he's dead."
Yami stared at the page in disbelief. A silent hush feel around him as the other gaped at the revelation.
Osiris is . . . dead?
He looked up and stared at the others, his eyes searching and pleading with them, begging them to tell him it wasn't what he thought he saw. It just couldn't be! Life couldn't be this unfair to him, right? Not when he finally gained a steady role, only to have fate see fit to kill off his character.
The silence spoke volumes to him. Rebecca and Shizuka avoided eye contact because they could not hide their pitying looks. Even Marik looked solemn, struggling through his speechlessness as he fought for comforting words . . . and failed. Kaiba remained silent and sombre as ever, his lips stretched into a taut line.
"Yami-chan—" Marik began, ready to embrace the shocked actor, but was cut off by Ota-san's appearance and his boisterous call for everyone to start.
As much as Yami wanted to shrug his shoulders and pretend it didn't matter, he couldn't. Instead, he forced a tepid smile and turned to settle down for the session, holding onto the thought that the anime was still a long way away from the latest issue of Broken Bonds so his work was secured for a while. What happens after that, he did not want to think about it.
O-o-O-o-O
As expected the day was difficult to get through. Besides the acting, Yami had little interaction with Kaiba. The latter was on his phone whenever possible. It seems whatever important work-related issues Kaiba had the previous night had not been resolved. It forced him to be absent from lunch when the cast went out together.
Yami, after a lot of persuasion from Jou and Marik, grudgingly joined them. They ended up in a small quaint (and luckily cheap) restaurant that the others frequented.
For the unruly crew, lunch consisted of sushi and a heated discussion of the latest development in Broken Bonds. In spite the direct effect on him, Yami neither had the energy nor inclination to join in the debate. Even Marik had toned down his flirtatious teasing to which Yami was thankful for. He could feel his concern for him though.
After lunch, it was back to work again and Yami forced all his concentration on the scenes. It was easier said than done though. Ota-san was more forgiving towards him than usual and didn't scold him too much for his mistakes. Yami wondered if the director found out about Osiris' death. Over all, the rest of the session was melancholic to say the least for Yami and as much as Marik, Shizuka, Rebecca, Jou and Honda tried to cheer him up, Yami could not help but feel despondent. He was thankful when the day's session finally ended.
"Do you want a lift home, Yami-chan?" Marik asked, looking at Yami with worried eyes.
Yami gave Marik a small smile and shook his head. "No, but thanks for the offer," he replied. After being surrounded by people all day, he wished to be alone and reflect on the news. He had received texts messages from Yuugi and Anzu regarding his character's death and, despite his quick reassurances, needed to get back to them properly. Judging from the amount of exclamation marks used, his brother and friend was in a state of panic. He gave an inward smile at the thought.
"Then, would you like me to pick you up for the photo shoot tomorrow morning?" Yami couldn't but smile at the hopefulness in Marik's voice. He felt bad for constantly turning him down. "Thanks, but don't worry. I'll make my own way there."
"If you're sure . . . " Marik could not mask the disappointment in his voice. Usually he would have pushed the issue, but sensing Yami's crestfallen mood he chose not to. "Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow, Yami-chan." Giving Yami an affectionate hug and a wet kiss on the cheek with the promise of more to come—along with a date the next day—he said his goodbye to the other straggling actors and left the room. Soon the others followed, their condolences and farewells mingling in the same sentence.
Deliberately hanging back in order to distance himself away the others, Yami packed away his things, his movements were slow and lethargic. When he had tidied everything away, he picked up his bag, slung it over his shoulder and turned to leave. He was met with a broad chest to his face.
"Kaiba!"
"Come with me," the other commanded. So Yami did. Meekly and without question or protest.
They ended up in the lounge. Kaiba opened the door, walked into the room and beckoned Yami to enter. Once Yami was through, he closed the door with a soft click.
As usual Kaiba went straight to the point. "How are you feeling?" The question was asked in a gruff manner, but Yami could detect concern underlying it.
Glancing away from Kaiba, Yami gave a small shrug. He wasn't ready to talk about how he felt—not when he was still upset about it. He still felt vulnerable and raw.
Silence pursued and Yami continued to avoid eye contact with Kaiba. With his head dipped low, he heard Kaiba expel a tired sigh and felt a thumb and finger press on his chin and tilt his head up to look into bright cerulean eyes.
"Do you wish to talk about it?"
"About what?" Yami whispered, daring to add, "About Osiris' death and how it affects me or about us?"
Taken aback by the bold question, Kaiba inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose before calmly replying, "Whichever you wish to discuss, Mutou."
"And if I do not wish to discuss either?"
"Then we don't have to."
With a snort Yami pulled away from the tenuous grip and took a step back. "Thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine . . . I'll live. Besides," he looked at Kaiba slyly, "don't you have more important matters to attend to considering how preoccupied you've been?"
"Why, miss my attentiveness?" Kaiba smirked before sobering and saying, "However, I do apologise for last night. There were some matters that required my immediate attention—matters that I want concluded by the end of today."
Yami nodded in understanding. "Then you should go," he said, nudging Kaiba's chest with his fingers and gently shoving him away.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Kaiba eyed Yami with uncertainty, watching the other grimace at his persistent enquiries.
"Truth be told, I was a bit shocked with the latest development, but . . ." he emitted a dry laugh followed by a nonchalant shrug that spoke of his resignation, "there's nothing I can do about it. I am thankful that Osiris' death is still far off so I still have a job for the time being."
"I am sure you'll be well sought after Broken Bonds," Kaiba assured. "This project will provide an abundance of opportunities for you. Pegasus told me Marik wanted to be paired up with you on a BL venture."
"Yes, it appears I am forever stuck in that particular genre," Yami said with a humourless chuckle. "However, it is work and I shouldn't complain." Then giving Kaiba a mischievous look, he added, "Want to join in and have a threesome, Kaiba?"
"I don't share," Kaiba retorted indignantly.
"A pity," teased Yami with mischievous smile. "More for Marik then."
"I doubt I am missing much with vocal sex. Marik might find it a turn on, but I prefer the real thing."
"Then more's the pity you didn't show up last night," Yami insinuated, winking and watching Kaiba tense up before him. The smile widened when Kaiba swallowed noisily.
Recovering quickly, Kaiba took a step toward Yami and towered over the smaller man. He was impressed when the other stood his ground and defiantly stared back at him. "What happened last night was most regrettable," he explained, tilting Yami's chin up and stroking the angular jaw. "However, I am sure we can always continue where we left off at the club if you wish it." He watched with amusement as Yami gulped nervously.
"You've missed your chance, Kaib-" The press of Kaiba's lips on his cut off his retort and effectively silenced him. Yami can't help but think such tactics seemed to be the norm for Kaiba when he needed to shut him up. But since it wasn't unpleasant, Yami did not object.
The gentle kiss soon deepened into something else entirely and Yami found his arms wrapped around Kaiba's neck and his hands caressing the back of his head. Similarly, one of Kaiba's hands fondled his ass while the other relinquished his chin to hold his head in an inescapable grip. After a long and heated kiss, Kaiba broke away and began licking and nipping Yami's neck as his mouth moved downward.
Yami hissed when sharp teeth tugged on his skin and was quick to protest. "Kaiba, I have a photo shoot tomorrow. No marks!" For a moment, Yami thought Kaiba would ignore him, but much to Yami's relief, the latter eased off the biting with his teeth and content himself with teasing the flesh between his lips instead. Moaning, Yami leaned his head back to further expose his throat for Kaiba's ministrations. Kaiba growled as his kisses intensified, the hand on Yami's head had moved to Yami's t-shirt and was pulling down the round collar to uncover more skin for him to assault. Lips met Yami's clavicle and shoulder in frenzy. The latter could only gasp and moan as he gave in to pleasure.
And then Kaiba stopped.
With his head on Yami's shoulder and panting heavily, Yami heard Kaiba mutter a soft "fuck" before pulling away and reaching into his jacket pocket and retrieved his phone.
"Kaiba," the CEO snapped, his anger concealing the slight breathlessness in his voice.
Yami took the opportunity to discreetly adjust the crotch of his overly tight pants while watching an irritated Kaiba bellow down his phone.
"No rest for the wicked, huh?" ventured Yami when Kaiba finally hung up.
"So it seems," Kaiba sighed, looking sour as he stowed his phone away. "All work and no play. How tedious." Leaning over, he cupped Yami's face in his hands and pressed a searing kiss on the other's lips.
Yami almost swoon from its ferocity.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Kaiba declared, placing a chaste kiss on Yami's temple and retreating from the room without waiting for Yami to reply.
It took quite a while for Yami to come around. By the time he was lucid again, Kaiba's departing words had sunk in.
"Tomorrow?" Yami uttered aloud to an empty room, his confusion resounding off the walls. Tomorrow was his photo shoot with Marik. It did not include Kaiba.
O-o-O-o-O
Otogi-san had some time ago sent Yami a message inviting him to his restaurant whenever he was available for a discounted meal. Consequently, it was where Yami was presently heading.
After his encounter with Kaiba, Yami's mood had lifted so he decided to take up Otogi-san's offer and indulge himself with a little pick-me-up. He could always call Yuugi and Anzu at the restaurant so he would have company while he was eating.
Upon arriving at the establishment, he made his way downstairs and stood by the entrance, cautiously peering in as he searched for Otogi. When he could not find said man, Yami was about leave when he heard someone call out to him.
"Yami-kun!"
Glancing around again, Yami's eyes alighted on the lively Otogi who was waving his arms in the air to attract his attention. Unfortunately, it also attracted the attention of the staff and other diners too. Ducking his head down, Yami strode over to the exuberant owner.
"Otogi-san," Yami greeted, offering the other a friendly smile. "I thought I'd take you up on your invitation."
"As pleased as I am with seeing you again, Yami-kun, I am a little offended that you are still being so formal," Otogi admonished, grabbing Yami's arm and pulling him towards a small private room. "Didn't I tell you to call me 'Ryu'?"
On entering the room, the response that was on the tip of Yami's tongue stilled.
Sitting at the low table in the middle of the room was none other than Amelda. Judging by the half-filled bowls in front of the actor and the empty cup opposite him, Amelda and Otogi were sharing a meal together.
"Hey, Amelda, look who showed up?" Otogi cheered, turning to Yami and adding, "Come and join us." He gestured Yami to take a seat as he uttered the introductions with the aid of his flapping hands. "Yami-kun, meet Amelda. Amelda meet Yami-kun. You guys are in the same business so you should get along well and have lots of things to talk about." He stopped and looked at the pair of actors expectantly.
Despite not wanting to seem rude to his host, Yami resisted the invitation. "I don't want to intrude," he politely replied. "Perhaps I could come back another time."
It is said that bad luck comes in waves of three and he had hit jackpot with all three today. Sitting at the same table with Amelda was not something he wanted to do . . . ever! However, he had lucked out big time and Otogi would not take his refusal for an answer. Surprisingly, neither would Amelda.
Amelda motioned to the seat that Otogi vacated and, with a coy smile, said, "No, I insist you stay so we may get to know each other better. Ryu," he briefly looked at Otogi before steering his eyes back on Yami again, "menu please." Otogi scurried off to do his companion's bidding, unaware that the ensuing silence he left behind was thick and palpable.
Yami sat down on the seat indicated to him while Amelda continued eating; the latter ignoring Yami in spite of his persistence that the other remained. Putting up with the awkwardness, Yami made no effort to break the silence either.
Soon, Otogi returned with a menu and, with Otogi's assistance, Yami ordered a simple noodle dish. Once again, the two actors were left alone as Otogi went to place his order, but this time Amelda spoke, his voice light with feigned casualness.
"I heard you and Seto are close."
Yami was surprised to hear Amelda address him. After hearing so much negativity about Amelda from Noa, Yami was content to be ignored for the duration of the meal. Instead of replying, Yami shrugged. It was none of Amelda's business if he and Kaiba were close or not. He looked at Amelda gleefully when the other paused eating to glower at him.
"Your silence only confirms it."
Yami responded with another shrug, which seemed to infuriate Amelda.
"I suggest you don't get too use to it. You are no more than a novelty and a distraction for him," Amelda sniped. "He will tire of you soon enough. You have neither class nor talent to keep him captivated for long."
"Then the same can be said for you since you were unable to keep him by your side."
Amelda laughed. "I assure you it's only a respite . . . a phase," he replied haughtily. "He'll return to me when his appetite for mediocrity and inferiority is sated."
Yami rolled his eyes at the insult and let it to slip off him like water on a duck's back. Amelda wasn't worth getting his undies in a twist for. That much was certain. Unfortunately, Amelda mistook his silence as an invitation to continue.
"We have a lot in common, share so many similar interests and similar taste. We have the same love for fashion and food. I share his love for spicy cuisine." Amelda picked up a slice of chilli from a side plate and held it in front of Yami. "This is one of Seto's loves: a chilli known as the ghost pepper grown in India and one of the hottest chillies in the world, just one seed is enough to set your mouth on fire. Can you endure this for him?" Amelda had issued a challenge for his rival.
It didn't surprise Yami that the other actor would try to justify why he was the 'one' for Kaiba. To Yami, the argument sounded weak and unconvincing. It sounded like ramblings of a deluded man who didn't know when to let go. Amelda's nostalgia and yearning was slowly poising his mind and making him aggressive. No wonder Kaiba was wary of Amelda. Still, Amelda was right. He and Kaiba had very little in common. What Yami wouldn't give to be a little more compatible with Kaiba . . .
Yami looked warily at the chilli poised between Amelda's chopsticks. Even from a distance he could sense its chilliness. It was enough to make his eyes water. Reluctantly, he began leaning towards the proffered item, his lips parting to take in the tiny morsel that would surely ignite a furnace in his mouth. Other than prove a point to the despicable man opposite him, the stunt was insane.
"What are you doing?" Otogi's voice cleaved through Yami's focus on the chilli. He blinked and saw Otogi grab Amelda's wrist and tug it away from Yami's face. He sounded angry.
"Yami-kun wanted to try some of this chilli so I offered him some," Amelda replied, his explanation laced with feigned innocence as he freed his arm from Otogi's grip.
Otogi raised a sceptical brow at Amelda's words. "Yami-kun ordered a plain soup-based noodle because he couldn't take the spicier version of it and you have me believe he would want to eat something that feels like it spewed out of a volcano?" He looked incredulously at Amelda. "Come on, Amelda, don't take me for a fool!"
Curling his lips in disdain, Amelda threw his chopsticks on the table and shot up. Without another word, he grabbed his jacket and bag and ran out of the room.
"Wait, Amelda!" shouted Otogi after the fleeing man, then turning to Yami, he jabbed a finger at him and said, "And you, Yami-kun, are a fool for allowing yourself to be goaded into this. What is there to prove asides a burning mouth? Kaiba will not think less of you because you can't handle a bit of chilli. It's all so pointless!" He went to pursue Amelda after the scolding, leaving Yami to stare at the empty doorway and then at the unfinished meal before him.
O-o-O-o-O
"Amelda, wait!" Otogi had caught up with Amelda and was gripping the actor's shoulder with a firm hand.
"Let go!" Amelda struggled to free himself from Otogi.
"When are you going to learn to it go, Amelda?" Otogi yelled in frustration. "It's been so long since you and Kaiba separated. He's moved on and so should you."
"Don't tell me what to do!" Amelda yelled back, twisting his body to dislodge Otogi's hand. "Don't tell me how to feel! He will return to me. I'll make sure of that if that's the last thing I do!"
"Why must you keep forcing the issue, Amelda? Why must you stubbornly hang on to something that's no longer there? Your relationship with him is long dead. Why keep pretending he'll return to you? It isn't happening!"
"Don't say that! Don't you dare say that! Seto and I—"
"There's no 'Seto and I', Amelda! He will never forgive you for your unfaithfulness. It's over." Expression softening, Otogi placed his other hand on Amelda's other shoulder and gently squeezed it. "I heard what you said to Yami-kun there. Stop adding more to the list of transgressions, stop torturing others with your jealous notions and most of all, stop torturing yourself with thoughts of Kaiba."
"You don't think I've tried!" shrieked Amelda. "I can't! Everything I did was for him! Everything I do is for him! No one can replace him . . . it's impossible!"
"There are others who care for you too," Otogi said gently, rubbing Amelda's shoulders as a way of soothing him. "You only need to open your eyes and look around you to see that."
Stunned, Amelda pushed Otogi's hands away from him and turned away. "I got to go."
"Yeah, I'll see you soon, okay?"
Amelda waved his friend off without looking back, but the gesture was enough for Otogi.
"Idiot," Otogi muttered, giving Amelda's retreating figure one final glance before going back inside.
"Hey, Yami-kun—"
The sight of Yami chugging down every drink available on the table stopped Otogi mid-sentence. "What in heavens?!" Reacting quickly, he shouted some instructions at the nearest member of staff. "Kiki! Bring me some sugar, a dozen of the chocolate truffles with extra cream and chocolate melt, and a bottle of milk now!"
Turning his attention back to Yami, who was gasping heavily and banging his fists on the table in a desperate fit to forget the agony playing inside his mouth, Otogi could not refrain from berating the unheeding actor. "And you, Yami-kun," he exasperatedly huffed out, "are an idiot!"
Yami would have looked sheepish if his mouth wasn't on fire!
O-o-O-o-O
Author's Notes: Poor Yami! At last I have updated this fic and I hope you've enjoyed it. My sincere apologies for the lateness of this chapter, but it hasn't been an easy half a year for me.
After much deliberation, I have decided to continue updating this fic (as opposed to alternating the updates between Voices and Enslaved) because I am estimating there are about three more chapters before Voices' completion and would like to finish it first. I know it may be disappointing for the Enslaved fans, but I think it's the best course of action for readers and myself. Jumping from fic to fic can be very distracting, not to mention trying to get back into the 'flow' of the stories is hard with the two stories being so different. On the bright side, I hope updates will be faster for Voices from hereon and (hopefully) for Enslaved when the time comes. Three chapters (I hope) will not take too long in coming. I thank you for your understanding and perseverance.
And finally, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL. MAY 2016 BE AWESOME AND YAOI-FILLED! *hugs all*
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Replies to anon reviews:
~Sameh:
Yes, they finally did that and we finally got to see some action! To be honest, I hadn't expected them to get down and dirty either, so it was a surprise (and a treat) for everyone. I am thrilled you enjoyed it and that it made your day. It's always a pleasure to know I've made a difference to my readers and that the chapter was worth the wait. Your comments really made my day, so thank you!
The cliffie is a little mean, but I thought it was a good place to stop since the chapter was getting long-winded. I hope you'll enjoy the impromptu twist I added even though it was a little evil of me for toying with Yami, Kaiba and Marik.
As for the "Prince and Pauper" article, I have yet to decide on whether Kaiba will react to it. I might instead do an omake with it instead and involve Yuugi and Anzu as defenders into the mix. We shall see where my muse takes me concerning that.
Yuugi will most likely appear near the end so I apologise for the long wait. I promise to make it worthwhile.
Finally, Marik and Kaiba will most likely force Yami out of the closet. The attention the pair is giving Yami is going to draw (a lot of) suspicion.
Once again, thank you for you lovely review, it made me very happy. *hugs*
~Ariana:
I have to admit I do enjoying cross-dressing my lil' ukes! There's something so gratifying about beautifying them and making them pretty. It's eye-candy, I tall ya! Initially, I wanted a scene where one of the guest hit on trans!Osiris and making the situation very awkward. Sadly due the lack of time, I couldn't write out the scene. I think that would have been the ultimate torture for Osiris.
Kaiba's revenge on Marik will be disclosed in the next chapter and what a revenge it will be too! You are guessing in the right direction, at least. It makes me feel bad for Marik! *cries*
Awww . . . I am thrilled you enjoyed the Kaiba and Yami convo, and YES! No regrets because Kaiba and Yami met, Kaiba turned Yami gay for him and they are stupidly in love with one another. Woohoooo . . .
Yeah, the phone is a cock block *cough-does-it-again-in-this-chapter-too-sorry-not-sorry-cough* but in this chapter it is justified as Kaiba really NEEDS to get back to work *mumbles-planning-his-revenge-mumbles* or it'll never be done.
Amelda isn't so much of a cult than a fan club with a large and loyal following. The fans hating potential rivals (in work and love life) for their idol is due to their dedication. Staunch fans can be very scary. You are right, they are judging on hearsay and what their idol and other fans has feeding them. It isn't right, but we all know it happens. You are right, the restroom incident was a spur of the moment thing, a heated moment where two (sexually frustrated with each other) persons (finally) get together and indulged/yielded to their impulses. It's not a planned thing; it's not some kinda elaborate plan/trap to get into each other's pants. It just happened and it's good to know that neither party regrets it.
I have a feeling you're gonna tell Amelda to "got to hell" again, lol!
YES! The suspense is finally over, but what a cock-tease, right? At least, there's a little consolation for the jilted lover and all's well again . . . or is it?
Oh yes, Yuugi is gonna wonder why Yami has that soft smile on his face. In fact, you can be sure he'll be demanding for answers. However, knowing his brother the way he does, Yuugi knows but teases the shit out of Yami because it's fun to get a reaction from Yami. In my book, Yuugi can be a little shit when he wants to be.
Wow, you are so smart and you are doing so well! *bows* That's an amazing achievement and I hope you will continue to progress with the same awesome results. I wish you the best of luck with your studies and may 2016 be a fulfilling year for you. *huggles*
~Heartless Lotus:
Hello again! Yeah, it's a while but it is good to hear from you again. It gives me great pleasure to know you are still following this story and I hope you will continue to enjoy the rest of it.
Lol, sex (whether it's lime or imaginary!lemon) between Kaiba and Yami will always be a cock-tease. I promise you, it will make the actual act that much sweeter when it finally happens.
Ah, I love hentai!Marik too. If you are interested, I hope to write a Clashshipping story when my outstanding fics are completed. I plan on using hentai!Marik in it.
I am happy you enjoyed the cross-dressing scene. I love making Osiris pretty for the boys~!
Thanks for reading and your lovely comments. *hugs*
~Hey (Guest):
Thank you for your kind words! I am ecstatic you are enjoying this AU I've created. It's good to know my fetish for voices have paid off. It's always heart-warming to know readers like what they read despite the slow updates, inconsistencies and OoCness.
As for my other fics, Confessions will (hopefully) be done eventually. At the moment, I can only focus on Voices and Enslaved due to time real life commitments and health issues. Again, I would like to thank you for you encouraging comments and don't worry about your English (which I think is just fine) I would love to hear from you again. *cuddles*