"Do you know this man?" One of the officers showed a photo on an electronic pad of a man with a tight buzz cut and a thick beard, looking like an intimidating soldier.

Kaiba blinked and shook his head. Who the fuck and why…?

"We received many tips and calls saying he was in trouble, here at this location," the other officer said with a skeptical frown. "May we come inside and take a look?"

Kaiba's heart skipped a beat and he decided to divulge some information he hoped would keep them out, "did he drive an old…" he scrambled for the english words, "...black car, the badge was, Volkswagen?"

"So you have seen him?" The officer holding the pad nodded gravely. "Let me come inside, young man."

"Okay sure, but the car left today," Kaiba stepped back and pulled the door wide open, letting them see inside the house. The table with plates and wine glasses, the couch with the blanket bunched, and the TV on, with Yami's shadow on the terrace, fishing.

His spiky-haired silhouette was dark against the bright background of the beautiful lake as he tossed another hook into the water.

"Ah…Your friend is fishing," the officer began. "Neither of you have seen him? No one else is in the house?"

"I told you, a broken car left today," Kaiba shrugged and folded his arms across his chest, trying not to act defensive even though he knew he wasn't in trouble. "Maybe he was stranded, but nobody knocked on the door aside from you two. The car was here for 3 or 4 days and now it's gone."

The officers nodded and glanced back up the deserted road, then back into the large house where the young man held steady eye contact with them.

"Okay, we'll come back if we have more questions," the officers said and they tipped their caps and walked back to their car.

Kaiba stood by the door and waited until they pulled away, hearing Yami calling out to him from the terrace, "GOT ANOTHER ONE! …Seto?!"

"Yeah!" Kaiba called back and he shut the door, making sure to lock it this time. Sheesh.

Walking back to sit down in his pop-up chair, he was impressed by the small stack of fish inside the bucket as Yami baited the hook again and threw the line back in the water with a plomp!

"Nice haul," Kaiba commented, inching his phone out to take a picture of all the half-dead fish. "Can we eat it all?"

"If not, they can go on ice for our host," Yami replied easily, noticing that Kaiba didn't come back with a blanket. "Forgot your covering."

Kaiba paused and was about to get up again when he decided to ask, "You know that broken-down car? Did you see when it left? Because I looked out there and it's gone."

"I saw that it's gone too," Yami replied calmly without answering Kaiba's question. "Why? You finally saw who fixed it and drove it away?"

"No," Kaiba scoffed and rolled his eyes. Nevermind.
Fuck if he cared about a piece of junk on the side of the road. Glad it was gone.

He got up to walk back inside for his blanket, unaware that Yami's eyes were following him.

Sinking back into the seat with the warm blanket bunched in his lap, Kaiba saw another fish hit the bucket, and his amazement rose. How long was Yami going to keep fishing?
The bucket looked extremely full to the brim, so much that there were two fish sitting on a wide plate covered in plastic, already on ice cubes.

"I think we're done," Yami said, pleased to have used up all 5 fingers in chunks, and a large part of the upper arm. The rest he could throw into the woods and feed the wild.
He'd caught two fish without a human remain on the hook, and kept those separate, on a plate of ice, in case Kaiba really wanted to eat one.
He always had a 'just in case'.

"Damn, I think we're good," Kaiba commented, eyeing the bucket of fish. "Like, for another week."

"I'm not eating this fish for a week straight," Yami huffed under his breath and he rolled up the fishing line, unwinding it off the rod to discard it in a small bag. "I'll get sick. You'll get sick." And they weren't staying another week.

"I'm Japanese, I eat fish almost every day," Kaiba said incredulously, and Yami snapped his head up to make eye contact, his face splitting into a pretty smile.

"You can eat the same thing everyday? Peasant," Yami snickered and he hefted the bucket up to test the weight, amused that Kaiba was so easy to incite.

"I didn't fucking say I eat the same thing every day! Don't put words in my mouth!" Kaiba snarled, giving Yami a middle finger before he could stop himself. "You're on your own, cooking that pile of fish."

Yami brought the bucket into the kitchen and placed it in the sink, replying loudly, "I never said I wanted your help! Find us an anime instead. We've been trying to watch something all week, and haven't done that yet. I want a romantic one."

Kaiba slammed the glass doors with a bit too much force and sat down on the couch in front of his computer, pausing when he saw the webcam feeds Yami had set up in the trees, displaying two deer grazing around the edge of the trees, and he decided to keep his mouth shut.

If he said, "deer is outside", Yami would ditch the bucket of raw fish and forget about it.
But maybe he'd say it, just to taunt him to see how well he'd take to being teased.

"Your friends are outside," Kaiba said evenly, leaning back with a smirk as he crossed his arms, throwing one leg over the other. "Two deer, right by the trees, watching us."

Yami's heart skipped a beat and he dropped the fish tail into the sink, not bothering to change his gloves as he touched his back to make sure his gun was there, and he went sprinting for the terrace doors, almost tripping on his own feet as Kaiba called after him, "Seriously?! It's just deer!"

And Yami came to a halt at the top of the terrace stairs, panting as he fumed at the sight of two deer, calmly chewing leaves on the lowest branches of trees closest to them. D-DAMMIT.

Kaiba said 'friends', and he was so used to 'friends' meaning 'hostiles coming to kill you'.

His ears were ringing, and he curled his gloved fingers over the butt of his gun, hating how he stank of fish guts and was ruining Kaiba's sweater.

"Hey–" Kaiba faltered when he thought he saw the edge of a gun on Yami's belt before the sweater dropped down and blocked his slender hips and ass from sight.

Hallucination…right?

Yami listened to his heart pounding in his ears, trying to make the rage-ringing go away because the urge to turn around and put two in Kaiba's neck was strong.
This was not a funny joke! …But it was his own fault for not specifying…

"When you say friends, please say if they're human or animal," Yami said slowly as he turned to give Kaiba a cold glare. "Remember that, please. Or I might shoot you by accident, on purpose."

"Oooo, I'm scared of you!" Kaiba smirked at the tips of Yami's spiky hair as the man brushed past him and shouldered him in the chest, making his sternum sting, so he bravely reached down to slap Yami on the ass, feeling the edge of a belt sting the center of his palm.
Ow?! He recalled Yami wore two stacked belts, which he thought was sexy, but hitting it hurt.

Yami froze mid-step and blinked rapidly, his body heating up with a mixture of emotions.
Anger? Mainly anger, a bit of embarrassment, and a lot of shock.
K-Kaiba…had…touched his ass, and his gun!
Was the CEO asking for death?!

"If you do that again, I will make you regret it," Yami said seriously, choosing to talk to the sink full of fish instead, letting those red guts help manage his rage. "I hope you enjoyed that because it's the last time that will happen."

"Oh great, slap my ass as revenge then," Kaiba replied with a smirk as he settled back into the couch to stare at his laptop screen, unaware of the poisonous aura Yami was emitting from behind the sink. "You don't like a slap. I'll grope instead." And he made a mental checkmark next to playful sexual advances…to never do them again unless it was near a bed.

He had to wonder how he'd feel if Yami slapped him on the ass as he was walking out the doors to work, and maybe considered he might hate it.
This was going to be an interesting relationship to navigate.
He couldn't treat Yami like a woman. Definitely not.
That had pissed him off, clearly.

Kaiba hovered his fingers over the keyboard, trying not to feel a crushing pang of dread rising up to choke him.

He didn't want to fuck up with Yami.
Dating was hard, and dating another guy was especially hard.
He'd remember every negative interaction and log them in his head as 'never again unless explicitly asked to'.

Gay… Anime… Kaiba typed furiously and was nearly blinded by all the skin, underwear bulges, and porny poses in the title icons. Nice. Yami wanted romance, this was it.

"Okay, a guy pretends to drown to get the attention of a hot lifeguard," Kaiba read the summary aloud. "It's 12 episodes, and…lots of fanservice of guys in swimsuits."

Yami's hand almost slipped on the knife as he sliced a fin off the fish, and he felt an odd pressure climbing up his chest. Laughter.
He laughed experimentally and was relieved when he actually felt a real emotion come up behind it–relief, and no more anger.
Wow, that was quick.

Kaiba heard Yami laugh, so he quickly offered another one, "...okay that sounded like porn, so here's a serious one. Guy has a crush on a classmate and sucks at sports, but joins the team to embarrass himself, for attention. I'm guessing it works, because the title card is a spoiler of them kissing."

"That's sweet, add it to a list," Yami said with a nod as he pried the tiny piece of a human's finger bone out from the fish's mouth and added it to the small pile of other fish bones. "Good job. Continue."

Kaiba smirked triumphantly and his head rushed with happiness at being praised so readily.

Good job, he says. Continue he says, Kaiba scrolled down and found another interesting one, eager to please. "...This one is about vampires. Guy dies and becomes a super hot vampire who can seduce anyone. He picks old crushes and preys on them–okay no, I hate this one." Kaiba scowled and continued to scroll, reading aloud again, "How about…teacher falls in love with a st–nope! …Oh, here's one. Guy hates haircuts, but this hot hairdresser works magic on him and he goes back every two weeks to see the hairdresser, making the guy think that he's in love, when really, he just wants a consistent haircut."

"What?!" Yami cried, his ears humming as he wondered if his understanding of the Japanese language was slipping. "Say it slowly. I couldn't understand you."

Right, Kaiba took a deep breath and read slowly, listening to Yami's soft motions by the sink and trying to ease his own jittery nerves, "a weirdo creep wants a haircut every two weeks, so he goes back to the hairdresser so often, the hairdresser thinks he's in love with him."

Yami blinked and slowly lowered the knife.

"You mean, 'her'?" Yami corrected, and Kaiba gave him a funny look.

"No,him," Kaiba answered sourly, wondering if Yami really needed conversational help. "It's two guys. What is hard to understand?"

Yami bit back a laugh and struggled to reply, "...t-that it's two guys…!"

"We're two guys!" Kaiba cried, feeling like he was suddenly talking to a wall. "What the fuck! You said 'romance' and 'anime'. I fucking found some, what the hell is the issue? I'll find one with three guys then! …Hang on!" And he lowered his head to type furiously, his ears burning white-hot.

"Anime, gay, threesome, three men," fucking A.
Yami loved making him sin.

Yami let out a laugh and leaned over the sink to catch his breath, his chest burning as the bloody fish parts blurred in his vision. Oh… Goodness.
Okay. Seto was really sweet…
It was unexpected in a good way.

"Two guys go karaoke and they hear a sweet voice through the wall," Kaiba began, and Yami called back, "no, go back to the two guys! …And not-anime is fine too."

Fucking…jesus help me, fuck me, Kaiba tapped the backspace and watched the page refresh in a flash. Maybe he could sense a pattern here.
Yami was like this in bed too.
Hard to please, then easy to please once he figured it out.
This time, it was not anime, but some anime was fine too, and gay romance.
Got it.
Fuck.

Yami finished deboning all the fish and set the tainted meat aside in large plastic bags, washing the outsides thoroughly before setting them into the freezer. Then he rummaged around for the blender he saw Kaiba use a few days ago, and set it up on the counter, sweeping the bones and fish heads into the glass pitcher and stared at it.

It would not blend in a smooth way. He needed something else in there.

Washing his gloved hands, Yami took the gloves off and searched the pantry for ingredients, finding forgotten cans of corn that had dust atop the lids. Perfect. He thunked it onto the table and stabbed the knife into the top before reminding himself…to use a proper can opener like a regular person.

He set the knife down with a shaking hand and found the can opener in the drawer, applying it to the can's lid and then dumping the contents into the blender, trying not to breathe. Then he capped it and warned Kaiba, "I'm blending the bones to make fish feed," he said, and Kaiba barely looked up from his computer and nodded.

A loud whirring filled the room, and Kaiba winced, wondering if he was sick for so openly watching a gay porn clip for sex tips while Yami was playing with fish entrails.

Whatever. This pose looked fun…
And since Yami was small, he could easily do this…

He shifted his legs and made sure his boner wasn't sticking up as he browsed for more clips, now openly searching for porn. This was a kind of romance, right?

Yami nodded at his concoction and raised the glass pitcher, "I'm feeding the fish outside with this."

"Stop, I don't care. Stop telling me unsexy shit," Kaiba replied stiffly, hating how Yami was obsessed with fish and deer. He would fuck that out of him, for sure.

You know what's sexy? Not being convicted for murder in this country I love so much for it's beautiful landscape, Yami replied in his mind as he walked out onto the terrace to pour the mixture into the lake, wincing when it clouded the water briefly but quickly dispersed.

He stayed at the lake's edge, his heart freezing in his chest when he saw a pair of cops walking up the edge, so he quickly washed the pitcher out and hurried back into the house. D-Dammit. What if they found the body floating? No. They couldn't.
He was thorough with that.

The two fish that weren't tainted with remains still sat on the plate, and Yami left them there as he wiped the counter down and even scrubbed the sink, washing the gloves again when he remembered his clothes might be done washing.

"Sexy update," Yami announced as he circled the kitchen counter which was now sparkling clean. "I'm putting my clothes to dry, then I'm going to shower the fish stink off of me. I'll wash your sweater too. What are you doing?"

Kaiba was watching something intently without blinking and Yami was about to ask again when Kaiba flipped his computer around and pointed a slender finger at the screen, giving him a shock at the visual of two men having rough sex. One man was sitting on top of another man who was tied to a chair, blindfolded and gasping while the man on top was riding him mercilessly, the cum clearly visible as it gathered at the base of the other man's dick, and Yami's stomach twisted so violently, he didn't know what to do other than stare.

"Want to try this pose?" Kaiba asked eagerly, aware that he'd shocked Yami, but he was too horny to care. "Do this to me."

Yami's heart fluttered as he bunched the gloves behind his back, "which one?" …because he wasn't in the mood to be tied to a chair, or blindfolded.

"Fuck me, like this!" Kaiba cried, wondering if there was a language disconnect again. "I'll find a thing and cover my eyes with it. You make me lose my mind. Deal?"

Yami blinked rapidly, understanding in an instant. "Deal. I'll find something…down in the laundry room. And I'll…help you into that position upstairs. Stay here and wait for me, okay?" And he felt himself smile even though he hadn't planned to, and Kaiba gave him a lustful glare instead, along with a bratty demand, "and get hard. You're not even into it," Kaiba scoffed, and Yami had to let out another laugh.

"Oh, I'm into it so much that I'll find a blindfold and put it on for you," Yami said easily, itching to actually wrestle the CEO down and choke him a little. "I'll be right back."

Now he was excited. He ran to drag his wet laundry out and set it into the drying machine, then he tossed the dirty gloves and the sweater he'd been wearing into the wash and started them both, hunting up and down along the shelves for something to use as a blindfold. Wait.
He could just take one of Kaiba's ties.

Running back up the steps, he heard Kaiba calling after him, "you're sexy shirtless!"

And Yami felt his stomach dip happily again. The compliment was nice.

Taking a quick shower and making sure no blood or fish guts smell lingered, Yami even took the time to use the rose oil provided by the host, slathering it all over his hands and then moisturizing furiously.

Deciding to stay only in his underwear, Yami grabbed the nearest tie from Kaiba's bag and hurried down the steps, ducking down to sneak up behind Kaiba, who was sitting unaware on the couch.

Kaiba was still watching a porn clip when he felt a warm hand clamp down on his shoulder, giving him a brief jolt, but that was all the warning he needed before something soft slid over his eyes and tightened behind his head, then followed by Yami's voice hissing in his ear, "don't scream and make trouble for me."

"Doesn't hurt," Kaiba droned, trying to sound uninterested as he closed his laptop and set it aside, but his heart was racing with joy when he felt Yami's hand snaking down his front to grope his chest.

"You want it to hurt?" Yami asked uncertainty, his grip loosening on the blindfold. He wasn't sure he could do that without being serious…

"No, just keep the tie on and…climb on top of me. Lube?" Kaiba asked excitedly as he patted up the back of his head to feel if Yami had tied a knot. He hadn't. "Tie it!"

"Fuck! I forgot it upstairs! Tie it yourself," Yami let go of the tie and went back up to grab the lube, knowing it helped with the most amazing 'fresh tightness' feeling when Kaiba slid into him hard and fast, and he wanted that feeling after blitzing finger parts into the blender.

Kaiba was securing the tie around his eyes when he heard Yami's tell-tale footsteps come jogging down the stairs, and a heavy weight landed atop his thighs, and the sound of a jar uncapping filled his ears.

"Hey, how about a kiss?" Kaiba demanded, and he heard Yami huff with laughter before warm hands clamped down on the sides of his face to angle his head upwards, and his lips were captured in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that made his heart soar.

Yami dipped his tongue into Kaiba's waiting mouth and felt himself shutting off. Good. Perfect. A little annoying that he couldn't see Kaiba's beautiful eyes, but whatever Kaiba wanted, he'd play along right now. The CEO wanted chills and thrills, and sex. He'd deliver on that.

Sliding his hand around Kaiba's front, Yami leaned back to work the button while Kaiba dipped forward to bite his neck to give him familiar, hot shivers. After a bit of fumbling, Yami managed to free Kaiba's erection and he gave the entire length a long, even stroke, excited to feel it inside him, but Kaiba wanted to kiss him…down his neck, across his chest, then back up his neck again to meet his mouth.

So much kissing… Yami thought blearily as he stayed sitting atop Kaiba's thighs and draped his arms around the CEO's slender shoulders, feeling Kaiba's hand come for his dick to give him even strokes. His hand slipped with lube and that feeling surprised Yami briefly, because he hadn't heard Kaiba reach for the jar, but…it was fine, because Kaiba's tongue was thrusting lewdly into his mouth the same time his hand was moving up and down his arousal.

Romantic enough? Kaiba growled as he bit down playfully on Yami's lower lip and hissed, "now fuck me." He wanted to ascend in this sinful darkness.

Yami smiled thinly and inched his underwear down, letting Kaiba's hands come wrapping around his asscheeks, then pulling him roughly forward until his hole slid over the heated tip of Kaiba's dick, so Yami raised up and gently eased himself down onto the stiffness, letting out a shaky sigh as he sank into the wonderful thrum of heat that washed over him like a calm wave. He rocked forward and then rose up to sit back down so hard, he felt the tip of Kaiba's dick hit the inside of his stomach and make it wrench in an almost painful heave. O-Oh… too hard.

"F-...Fuck!" Kaiba threw his head back and almost came when the tightness of Yami's hole came slamming down on him and he curled his fingers into Yami's hips, trying to control his breathing, but Yami found a torturous pace and teased him sometimes, by hovering just above and giving him tight clenching fire around the head of his dick before coming back down to envelop him fully, making his ears hum and his head swim. Teeth landed on his ear as Yami gave him a bite and then sank down onto his dick again, harder and harder, using all his weight to bring his ass down onto Kaiba's dick, amazed that he was about to cum. That was too quick...or was this fine? Having Kaiba like this meant he was free to do as he liked, and if he wanted to cum fast, that ought to be fine too.

"...Cumming…" Yami breathed as he sat himself down against Kaiba's stiffness again with happy enthusiasm, his thighs mildly burning, but his hole was warm and happy, giving him electric waves of pure fire that made his vision brighten, and Kaiba's hands tightened around his hips in an attempt to keep him down onto his dick, but Yami spitefully stayed raised as he came in a clenching heave and chose to sit back down in the middle of his orgasm to experience a violent wave of pleasure, giving Kaiba a tight jolt so much that cum spurted up into him and dripped down Yami's inner thighs. Smirking with triumph, Yami kept thrusting his hole down onto Kaiba's dick, enjoying how handsome he looked with the blindfold mussing up the bangs across his forehead while Kaiba had his lips parted, gasping for air while he tried to speak, "...I…c-came…"

"Did you?" Yami grinned as he sank his ass down onto Kaiba's dick, feeling Kaiba's legs spasm and twitch underneath him from the sudden overstimulation. "I can go again."

And he viciously raised his ass up and down to give Kaiba hard, tight thrusts, making sure to clench all the way down and giving himself a blissful bubble of joy too, and Kaiba doubled over with a happy gasp, tearing the blindfold off and meeting Yami's gaze before he glanced over Yami's shoulder and saw…the two police officers gaping at them through the glass while standing on the terrace.
Oh. Shit.

HOW LONG WERE THEY THERE WATCHING?!

"What. What? What hurts?!" Yami cried as he raised off of Kaiba's dick when he felt the CEO freeze-up suddenly. "Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?" He bent down to inspect Kaiba's area, but was elbowed across the chest so hard, he almost fell onto the couch.

"Hey!" Yami cried, swiping the cum up from between his legs, trying not to get everything dirty. "I'm covered in–"

He followed Kaiba's shocked gaze behind him, and froze too, in white-hot rage at the sight of two police officers, standing unabashedly by the glass doors of the terrace, watching them.

"Perverts!" Yami cried in English, giving them a middle finger, and Kaiba snapped out of his shocked stupor to laugh, looking for something to cover himself with.

Both officers turned away with their ears red, and Yami clenched and unclenched his fists.
If he had his gun right now, he'd kill them both. He had bullets to spare.
Too bad he'd left it upstairs in his excitement to feel Kaiba's dick inside.

"They're probably here to ask about the car again," Kaiba said with an eye roll. "I'll take care of them."

"Again?!" Yami echoed, wondering when Kaiba had spoken to police without his knowledge. He'd been sure Kaiba was asleep the entire hour he'd been gone.

"Earlier, when you were fishing and I got distracted by them when I was getting a blanket," Kaiba explained quickly because Yami's face was darkening fast as he glared at the two cops with hatred.

"I hate cops," Yami almost spat, and Kaiba gave him a warm smile.

"Me too, you wash first. I'll use the bathroom on this floor," Kaiba encouraged, and he gave Yami's ass a light slap. "How's that?" He'd test all the types of ass-slaps to see which ones he could get away with.

"Let's kill them, great idea," Yami replied, not even feeling Kaiba touching him, and he couldn't hear anything through the rage humming in his ears.

Kaiba laughed and gently eased Yami off his thighs and helped him stand, walking Yami halfway up the stairs before entering the other bathroom down the hall.

Yami was cute. His anger was pretty scary but…great to see, when it was aimed at cops.

Keeping him for at least a year, Kaiba told himself as he stepped under the showerhead and blasted warm water down his legs to wash the semen off. He had to hurry because he wanted to get rid of the cops as soon as possible.

If this was their first time doing everything together, he didn't want this tainting their sweet memories.

Author's note:

And kaiba clearly blocked this part of their vacation out years later bc all he remembered was the blindfold sex with yami riding him