They arrived on the doorstep of a large cottage, and Yami was about to ask if it was a bed and breakfast when Kaiba turned to walk back up the path to extract a key from the mail slot.

That shocked Yami more than anything. What unsecure practice was this?

"My agent booked this for us two hours before we landed," Kaiba explained when he saw Yami's face contorting again, and he laughed privately at how expressive Yami was in his silence. "A housekeeper dropped these off 20 minutes ago. He might still be inside, so, just a warning."

Oh, Yami breathed a sigh of relief. The warning was appreciated, since he might've accidentally killed the housekeeper thinking they were a threat.

He glanced up and down the expansive slopes of grass, taking the beauty of the landscape.

Their private car was driving away down the road, turning into a tiny dot disappearing over the hill, so Yami swept his gaze to follow the line of the horizon, seeing nothing but beautiful blue skies, a few wispy clouds, glowing with a pale yellow sun coming up over the end of rolling green hills, indicating it was early morning.
The air was crisp, and the sounds of the lake lapping against the nearby shore was calming.

He took a deep breath, daring to relax.
This was great.
If someone tried to ambush him here, he'd be able to see and hear them coming from the only road leading up to this house.

Kaiba stood on the front step, duffel bag in hand, watching the slender figure in front of him enjoying the scenery, acting quietly awed, and visibly relaxing. It was a nice sight.

"Let's check this place out," Kaiba called as he walked in and left the door wide open behind him. "I saw a terrace in the photos." And he smirked as he stepped in to explore the house, secretly wondering how long this fling would last. He'd roll with the motions since most of his relationships went like this: whirlwind traveling, whirlwind spending… then meeting Mokuba. That's where most of the subjects failed.

Yami followed Kaiba into the beautiful house and glanced down at the gleaming wood floors, the open-air windows and the slanted panes in the ceiling, giving him a perfect view of the sky above. Wow…

There were stairs leading up to more rooms, but he went to explore the beautiful open kitchen with a traditional hearth. A fire lit here would be cozy….
The sitting area with a mounted TV was highlighted with beautiful curving walls made of treated wood, and Yami continued to explore, walking past a homey reading nook set against the wide windows in the main room, letting in morning sunlight that was gleaming prettily off the surface of the lake that stretched on beyond the pointed trees and merged into the green mountains.

Kaiba was nowhere to be seen, presumably exploring, so Yami took this chance to walk out through the front doors again to familiarize himself with the perimeter, still carrying his bag while he stepped through the garden and stopped at a bench to take the gun out and tucked it into his belt, keeping his blazer over it.

He thought he heard rustling in the trees behind the house, and he froze, zipping the bag up quietly and throwing it over his shoulder as he crept forward, wondering if it was Kaiba.

There was more rustling, and it was irregular, sounding like…an animal.

Turning the corner of the brick wall of the house, Yami kept one hand on the butt of his gun as he scanned the line of the forest melting up the slope, seeing a pair of deer grazing, and one deer was a few feet away, staring at him while it chewed.

Something rustled behind him, too close, sounding like human footsteps, and Yami whipped his head around, his heart humming in his ears when he saw that it was Kaiba, swinging his long legs over the shallow fence of the garden.

"You scared me," Yami said, dropping his hand casually to his side, away from his weapon, his heart still thundering in his throat.
He'd almost shot the CEO on reflex.
He needed to work on that.

"Where were you? Lost you in the house," Yami added, staring intently at the way Kaiba's hair fell across his brow, reminding himself he was trying to keep this man alive.
Alive and uninjured for the next 72 hours, maybe for all 144.
Because his clients would be alerted of his failure.

"I was upstairs, checking out their master suite, because it was pretty fucking cool," Kaiba replied noticing the deer had gone running the moment he approached, setting Yami on edge, so he added, "ever seen the deer in Japan? Equally as stupid."

"Ha ha," Yami said weakly, unable to smile through his anxiety. "Deer are…cute."

"I know," Kaiba replied with a shrug. "Come check out the upstairs. You haven't put your stuff down yet? Stop carrying it around."
He turned to head back into the house, itching with excitement.

Yami gave Kaiba a stiff nod and threw one last look over his shoulder at the tall trees behind him, reminding himself to set up a small camera that could alert his phone of any movement–even if it was an animal–he wasn't taking any chances.

He walked back into the house and saw Kaiba's tall form disappearing up the stairs, so he followed slowly, counting each step…just in case he needed this information later.

The master bedroom was incredibly spacious, with another wide window to show off the view, and Kaiba was standing by the bed, which was round, and it spun when the CEO sat down on the edge and grinned boyishly at him.

"It's fucking cool, and look…" he pointed a slender finger up to the glass dome above their heads, giving Yami another clear view of the sky above. "If we came during northern lights season, we'd be able to see some. So we should definitely come back."

Yami could only nod as he angled his head towards the hallway which he thought led to the bathroom, and passed the doors of a walk-in closet. He pushed the doors open and saw Kaiba's bag sitting on the countertop.

"Yeah, just leave your shit there! Come spin on this thing," Kaiba called, giving the bed another kick so that it rotated slowly. This was fun… he wondered what it would be like to fuck on it.
And how could he start that conversation?
He didn't want to be penetrated first.
Would that be taken the wrong way if he said something about it?

Gun, silencer, spare magazine… knife… Yami was tucking the weapons away and then taking out his phone to rest it on the counter, realizing…Kaiba might come in here to get a change of clothes later and see this all laying out.
Well… Damn.

Searching for another hiding space, Yami walked through the closet and opened the glass doors to see empty wooden shelves.
This would do…?
Kaiba could see directly into the shelves, but it wouldn't matter.
He couldn't keep his gun out in plain sight on the counter.

On a paranoid whim, Yami tucked the weapons into the shelf and stared at it, his heart pounding before deciding to test the CEO.

He stuck his head out of the closet to see Kaiba laying on the bed with the pillow tucked under his chin, tapping away on his phone, the sounds of lazers and point-scoring pinging loudly in the bedroom, and his heart skipped a beat before he reminded himself to speak.

"There's a gun in the closet with a spare magazine, don't touch it," Yami said carefully. "It might come in handy if something more dangerous than a deer comes around."

Like a human. Or multiple humans.

Kaiba raised his head to say, "okay," and didn't even look away from his game.

Disturbed by the casual tone, Yami nodded and shut the closet doors behind him, slowly approaching the bed and sinking into it, amazed that it was firm and comfortable.

He laid back and tucked his hands behind his head, gazing up at the blue dome overhead, his spirits lifting. It was so pretty….
And when he glanced beside him, Kaiba's pretty face was buried nose-first into his phone while his fingers tapped furiously on the screen.

Cute…

"What game?" Yami asked, only to fill the silence and not really caring.

"In beta, can't tell you unless you wanna sign an NDA," Kaiba replied carelessly and Yami nodded.

Cool. Now he really didn't care.

Kaiba glanced up briefly to peek at Yami, wondering if he was offended by that, but the spiky-haired man was chilling out, with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, his muscular arms tucked behind his head while his spiky bangs were swept handsomely off to the side.

His fingertip slipped on the screen, so Kaiba clicked it off and decided to roll on top of Yami to squish the air out of him, earning a choking laugh and warm hands on his shoulders, half-pushing him away.

"Trying to…kill me?" Yami wheezed as Kaiba purposely pinned him down and grinned.

"Maybe," Kaiba replied playfully, dipping down until his nose was dangerously close to the center of Yami's forehead, and spiky blond bangs tickled his cheek. "Whoever makes the first move wins." And he leaned down to fully capture Yami's lips in a firm kiss, his mind humming with happiness when hands came up to pull him in closer, so he obliged and inched his legs apart so he could straddle Yami underneath him, the feeling of Yami's hardness poking him in the stomach was making his skin burn. He liked that.

Yami kept opening and closing his eyes, unsure what to do with himself. His heart and stomach kept leaping at different times, the feeling of Kaiba's tongue darting in and out of his mouth was wrenching happy shivers from him that he couldn't control…because he wasn't in control–Kaiba's tongue was, and he was being teased to a point of breathlessness.

Slightly furious, Yami inched himself up on his elbows and dove upwards to bite at Kaiba's lip, earning a snicker and he was pushed back down with a whoosh! And Kaiba's handsome face hovered above him for a millisecond before he was enveloped with another kiss, and this one felt different. It was slow and demanding, with Kaiba's hands dragging down his sides while his lips remained firm and tight, moving with intent against his lips while Yami found his shirt being bunched up around his chin and Kaiba's lips moved down his chest and stopped at a familiar place above his belt.

A-Again? Yami wondered faintly, watching Kaiba's fingers nimbly undo his belt and toss it aside, working on the second one, and that one fell over the side of the bed with a clink too.

His underwear was yanked down and Kaiba's hand wrapped around his dick, giving him long, even strokes while Kaiba's head disappeared lower, and Yami's confusion rose to a terrified understanding. It felt like they were going to go beyond kissing…

"Wait…" Yami raised his leg and his heart skipped a nervous beat, and Kaiba raised his head to meet his gaze, his blue eyes dark with lust. "You said just…kissing…right?"

"I'll kiss you anywhere you want," Kaiba said with a slow nod, trying to clear his head, because everything was fuzzy. "Anywhere." And he meant it.

Yami blinked once and listened to his heart pounding in his ears, waiting for a horrible, curling wave of disgust, or fear, or doubt to come crushing him, but all he felt was a tight knot of anticipation at the base of his stomach the longer Kaiba sat between his legs and held his gaze, blinking back at him softly.

"Okay, anywhere," Yami repeated, his ears ringing with disbelief at himself as Kaiba's head traveled lower between his legs, and something hot seeped into the space between his thigh and balls. It took him a moment to realize…it was Kaiba's tongue, roaming down his skin in soft circles, making his breath catch with every inhale. It was hard to keep his eyes open, and Yami raised his head but the room was swimming when he was given a spasm of electric pleasure when Kaiba buried his nose into the soft divide of his balls and gave him repeated stabs with his tongue, making his legs twitch and spasm so much that he felt like he was sinking and flying at the same time, W-What an incredible feeling from just a mouth on his…
Asscrack?! Yami's eyes shot open and he struggled to sit up again, realizing his legs had been moved higher and his heels were now resting atop Kaiba's shoulders while a swirl of brown hair was visible between his legs.

It felt weird… The hot breath panning down over his skin kept making his stomach heave strangely and Kaiba's tongue could only reach the lower rim of his hole, the sensation so ticklish, Yami had to let out a laugh, and Kaiba raised his head with a grin, resting his hand on Yami's leg to give it a squeeze.

"Turn on your front?" He asked, so Yami nodded nervously and swung his legs off of Kaiba's shoulders to roll over, staring at the pillows before him, his elbows digging into the bed while the delicious heat roamed all the way down his ass and a hot wetness engulfed his balls.

Yami's ears were burning so hot with embarrassment, it felt like they were going to fall off, so he planted his face into the pillow to let out a muffled gasp when Kaiba pressed his lips tighter against his skin and began tonguing his hole again, the silky heat slipping in and out of his rim and then up around in delicate circles, sending searing hot pangs of fire raking down his chest and legs, making his toes curl and his throat tight.

Pressure was building up at the base of his dick, and Yami couldn't stop himself when he came in a sudden heave, accidentally clenching around Kaiba's tongue inside him when he was blinded by a rough orgasm that made him feel oddly empty.
How frustrating!
It would've felt better if Kaiba had put his tongue in more…and more. And maybe graduate from his tongue to…something else.

Wetness drenched the covers in front of Yami's stomach, and Kaiba leaned away with a triumphant smirk, staring at the pretty pink hole below him as he spoke, "I didn't even touch your front."

Mortified, Yami kept his face pressed into the pillow while his entire body shook and burned with the same, searing fire. He wanted it again, and couldn't bring himself to say it. It felt like something was still stuck in his chest, and he was rolled over gently as Kaiba pointed at his own clothed bulge and said, "where do I put this?"

Blinking once, Yami thought he was about to say, 'in my mouth', but what he actually said was, "inside."

Kaiba's face split into an evil grin as his eyes widened and he gave Yami's tanned ass a firm grope, "inside where?" He had to confirm…because they said they wouldn't go past kissing.
This was way past kissing.

"Me, where the fuck else?" Yami almost spat, seeing Kaiba throw his head back and laugh handsomely, making his stomach twist again this time with lust and rage. Yes, very funny…especially since they said they wouldn't go past kissing.

Kaiba sobered up and unzipped his pants to prod the back of Yami's ass with his dick, enjoying the visual while his heart hummed in his ears. Oh god. It looked…so sinful. And Yami was raising himself higher on his elbows to back his ass into his stomach, almost knocking the wind out of him with that sudden motion.

"H-Hold on!" Kaiba cried as his chest tightened with fear at the way Yami kept trying to edge his hole down onto his dick, and as expected, Yami leaned away with a hiss and said, "it hurts. I can't do it."

"Yeah you…." Kaiba bit back a laugh and gave his dick a few strokes to keep his boner up, following the even threads of pleasure as he poked it against Yami's plush ass cheek again. "We need lube. You can't just…put it in. I'm not hurting you. It won't feel good for me either."

Furious and slightly desperate to feel the mind-bending orgasm again, Yami swiped at the semen that was fast-drying across his stomach and offered his palm out flat.

"This?" He asked, already knowing it wouldn't work, because Kaiba shook his head and leaned over his body to inspect the wet patch that had sunk into the sheets.

"Not enough. We need…enough for me, and you," Kaiba lamented as he gazed down at his dick, poking Yami in the ass with it again playfully, feeling himself ache.
Oh fuck, he really wanted to put it in.
Just talking about it, thinking about it…made him horny.

Yami sat up and turned around to grab Kaiba's length, giving him a few long strokes and seeing Kaiba sit back on his heels and let out a happy huff, staring down at himself while he was being pleasured, and Yami asked steadily, "what kind of lube? Have you brought any? …Will…jelly work?"

He had some lube which he kept for his gun, but it was a tiny jar, for emergencies.
Well, this was an emergency, wasn't it?

"I haven't brought any. And…I don't…think jelly would be enough…on skin ..," Kaiba let out a huff and his stomach rolled with happiness when Yami's thumb slid over his slit and gave him rough up and down rubs, making his head spin, so he had to close his eyes briefly to chase the orgasm climbing up his chest that burst and made his ears hum while his body heated up nicely and his heart pounded with joy.

Yami pooled all of Kaiba's semen in his palms and flipped over onto his stomach, experimentally swiping it up his ass and inching a finger into his hole, appalled at himself, but the thin thread of pleasure he received told him to add another, and he tried stretching himself, hearing Kaiba let out a nervous hiss and try to pry his hand away.

"It'll skid, it'll feel bad," Kaiba ranted, his hand shaking so much that even Yami's hand shook in his grasp. "Trust me. Trust me… Yami?" His grip weakened when he saw Yami's eyes narrowed in anger as he tried to give himself a few thrusts before giving up and letting out a frustrated huff into the pillow. Fine. And he understood it wouldn't go in more than two fingers, even with semen as 'lube'. DAMMIT.

There was a pause of resigned silence before Kaiba broke it by easing down on the bed beside Yami to press a kiss to the shell of his ear, opening his mouth to give it a bite and whispering, "we'll look around this house for some lube. If not, we'll head into the nearest town to buy some."

"No." Yami said instantly, the warm feelings from the sex vanishing the instant Kaiba said 'into town'. "We'll find some in the house. They would have some. Why wouldn't they? This is a vacation home, and on vacation, people have a lot of sex."

He'd be damned if Kaiba got sniper-killed while walking around town.

"You sound awfully confident," Kaiba snickered and he draped his arm over Yami's smooth stomach, marveling at the color of his skin. "You're pretty."

"Thank you," Yami replied, not really hearing the compliment as he ran through ingredients in his mind, now itching to find some to make lube. "I need a wash." And then he needed to set up web cameras, and there was something else he knew he was forgetting, but the way Kaiba was snuggling into his hip was distracting.

"We can wash later," Kaiba inhaled daringly and enjoyed the exotic scent that flooded his lungs. What was this man made of? He smelled so addicting.

"Okay… You can wash later.I need…to," Yami stuttered anxiously, patting Kaiba's forearm which kept him trapped on the bed. Long arms laced around his hips, making him feel warm all over again.

"You're on vacation. You don't need to do anything," Kaiba retaliated and he bared his teeth to bite down on Yami's skin, earning a gasp and then a laugh.

Giving in briefly only because it felt nice, Yami sank back down onto the bed and winced when his leg passed over the wet spot.

He inched over to avoid it and Kaiba's arm came wrapping harder around his waist, and Kaiba stared openly on a thin scar on Yami's shoulder blade before dismissing it. He didn't want to hear the story behind that because he had a feeling he knew.

Getting along with Yami was easy, and maybe this was why.

"Feel like dying your hair?" Yami asked suddenly, and he gave Kaiba's hair a light tousel.

"Mmmm no? Mokuba will hate it," Kaiba replied, glancing up into Yami's sharp face and eyeing his dyed blond bangs. "Stop trying to turn me into you. We aren't even dating formally yet."

Taken aback by that comment, Yami could only smile weakly and nod. R-Right. He'd suggested it so that Kaiba would look different from the published profiles of him, making him less of a target, but Kaiba always had a romantic take on it.
It was…refreshing and sweet.

"Well I was going to suggest an outrageous color like green," Yami continued as he smiled, itching to touch his phone because he'd gone 12+ hours now without checking anything happening in the real world. It was so easy to get lost with Kaiba.

"Wow, then maybe I'll consider it, after that rousing argument," Kaiba laughed as he rolled his eyes, and his stomach grumbled audibly, making him laugh again in embarrassment, but Yami was unfazed.

"I'll make us something to eat," Yami jumped at the chance to go into the kitchen for ingredients, and mainly…to put space between himself and Kaiba for at least 30 minutes so he could set some damn cameras and check his accounts.

"What can you cook? I'll help," Kaiba said as he threw the covers off himself and sat up with a pretty smile. "Let's make a feast. I'm hungry from all that fucking. And you're right, we should wash."

And he got up to use the shower, giving Yami a magnificent view of his bare back and ass.

Yami blinked slowly, clenching his fists over the edge of the covers.
Fuck.
Dammit.

He lowered his gaze and felt a strange pressure building behind his eyes that strangely felt like…tears. It was hard to shake Kaiba off and he didn't want to.

"Coming in?!" Kaiba's voice echoed from the hallway, and it was drowned out by the rush of running water. "Four-person bathtub! …With jets! …And a view!"

Yami blinked once and grit his teeth so hard, he saw green and white spots in his vision.
F-FUCK IT.
He tossed the covers off himself and ran down the hall to join Kaiba in the bathroom, repeatedly telling himself that he was safe here, and if it ever became unsafe, he'd take care of it…when it came up.
Whenever that was.

Author's note:

"Yami: I am not gay. I don't want anyone's DICK. NEAR. ME
yami after one lick: please fuck me pleas please please hello you're nothing"

^ editor's note. to be treasured. RAY U ARE A TREASURE