The plane was resting on the tarmac, with the stairs dropping to let in a cool night breeze, and Kaiba stood anxiously with his duffel bag in hand while he watched Yami grab his bag from the storage rack and throw him a handsome smile.
"You must miss Mokuba," Yami said with a knowing nod. "I could hear his whining even when your phone wasn't on speaker."
Kaiba cracked a smile but felt it fade just as fast. He didn't want to let Mokuba scare his new connection away, and yeah, Mokuba missed him for a week, but his bratty brother needed to learn some independence.
1 week without big brother wasn't going to kill him.
"I'm more dreading work," Kaiba answered as he tried to smell Yami's hair as Yami walked past him, and his stomach twisted in annoyance when Yami walked fast. "Hey, come back. Don't act like you want to get away from me."
Yami let out a laugh and turned around in the aisle to rest his hand on Kaiba's chest, feeling a steady thumping under his palm, making his own heart flutter."I have business in Australia," Yami began, and as he predicted, Kaiba looked stunned and began to fight him on it.
"What? Why? Just…take the calls here! You need to show your face? What happened to being retired?!"
"My lawyer is in the hospital," Yami told the truth and Kaiba let out a dark sigh. "And I have to help him out, right? Don't worry. I'll be back soon."
"Gag," Kaiba muttered as he followed Yami down the steps of his jet and handed his bag off to Isono.
Yami was walking left, looking like he was about to ride the luggage cart back to the terminal, and Kaiba felt a rush of anxiety come up so strong, he almost felt nauseous. Hey. Was this guy just ditching him after a nice vacation in Norway?
"Excuse me! Where the fuck are you going?!" Kaiba called from inside his limo with the doors wide open, hating how Yami's tiny figure was getting farther and farther away, giving him more and more anxiety. He didn't even get a kiss when getting off the plane! He expected a steamy make-out session all the way until he dropped Yami off at his apartment downtown.
"I need to catch another flight," Yami began, wondering why Kaiba was being so needy all of a sudden. "Go straight home and see Mokuba. I'll take care of–" his voice caught when Kaiba climbed out of the limo and stalked towards him, looking angry.
"Get back inside. This is an open terrain," Yami began as he scanned the airport's rooftops automatically for any signs of movement. "...Seto?"
The CEO grabbed him by the arm and half-dragged him into the limo, deaf to his protests.
"I need to catch another flight," Yami tried again when his ass hit the leather seats, and his affection for the CEO came up in an amused rush at the way he was being dragged around.
"Fine. You can catch that one," Kaiba jerked his head up at his jet that was still parked. "One second…" he turned to give Isono an order, "We'll wait in here while that refuels. And get out of the car. Stand guard outside and knock on the window to tell me it's done."
Isono nodded and dutifully got out of the car and closed the doors for Master Kaiba and his new friend.
Kaiba turned back to give Yami an expectant glare, "when will you be back? And I don't have your number. Give it to me."
Yami let out a light laugh and nodded, sliding out his phone and giving Kaiba a QR scan to his chat app, and seeing Kaiba add him as a friend lightning fast, then toss the phone aside, pulling him into a tight kiss that made his head spin.
"Refueling will take 30 minutes," Kaiba breathed as he talked to the delicate curves of Yami's ear. "That's enough time for you to cum." And he grabbed Yami by the thighs to drag the smaller man on top of his legs, earning a deep laugh and warm arms that draped around his shoulders in tight familiarity, and he ground himself up against Yami's muscular body, his heart thudding in his chest with happiness.
He was addicted.
How did people get their partners to stay the night on a regular weekday? Trying to convince Yami who was richer than him and no stranger to luxury was going to be a bit of an issue.
Sex was the only card he had to play, so he'd play it over and over again.
Yami let out a happy sigh and dragged his fingers through Kaiba's soft brown hair, leaning down to press his teeth against Kaiba's adam's apple and flicking his tongue out to lick while he enjoyed the cold hands sliding into his pants to cup his balls, giving him a jolt of pleasure.
Ah-h shit…
Well, Mai had Valon, and Dartz was still recovering, going nowhere in a hospital bed.
He dragged his hands down Kaiba's front and lost himself in the wonderful feeling.
30 minutes to fuck Seto one more time wouldn't hurt anyone.
Dartz woke up to the nurse gently shaking him awake, and he dreaded who it was.
Valon was relentless….
He struggled to sit up and felt a warm hand land atop his shoulder, keeping him down, so he whipped his head to the side, relieved to see it was Atem, looking unusually handsome and put-together, having grown out his hair and dyed it, then styled it out into spikes, giving off a striking look while wearing a plain athletic track jacket bearing the KC logo and a pair of dark jeans.
"You're here…" Dartz breathed as he sank his head back into the pillow, his throat still dry and raspy. "Stay a bit longer and you'll get to see me hurl."
"Don't be disgusting," Yami said pleasantly as he pulled up a chair and sat beside Dartz's hospital bed, eyeing the tall man up and down, taking in his sallow cheeks that lacked color, his eye sockets dark from stress. He'd lost some weight too, the veins were showing on his arm from where the IVs were inserted.
"You look like shit." Yami added with a smirk.
"Why, thank you," Dartz's knuckles whitened over the sheets, feeling a flare of annoyance. "How observant."
Continuing to smile, Yami threw one leg over the other and shifted in his seat, feeling his hole sting and ache, but he ignored it. Kaiba had really given him a good fuck in the limo, and as a result, he'd slept extremely well on the flight over, even managing some time to organize his thoughts regarding this handsome lawyer.
Time to lay down his demands.
"You owe me four times now," Yami said slowly, watching Dartz's face for changes.
The lawyer merely blinked and nodded, so Yami continued, "do I need to remind you of the instances or I'm sure you know and have had time to think about it."
"Just tell me how much," Dartz snapped, losing his patience. "But don't bankrupt me. I can't pay your usual…8 figure sums."
"Sometimes it's 9," Yami wanted to tease Dartz for a moment, enjoying the way the man flushed dark red. "And I don't want your money. I want favors, and I'm saying them now. Ready?"
Dartz nodded again, bracing himself. This man was unpredictable… What would he ask for?
He'd been obsessively thinking about it for the past few days.
"You are a citizen of Greece, so I see that your country recognizes dual citizenship, and your second citizenship is in the United States of America, correct?" Yami said with a nod, waiting for Dartz to nod.
Dartz nodded.
Good.
"You will apply and successfully become a citizen of Japan, and renounce a citizenship of your choice to qualify for it. That is the first…favor," Yami stopped himself from saying 'task'. "Then, you will pass the bar exam to become an international criminal defense attorney–"
Dartz held up an IV-covered hand and pressed his other hand to his face, his shoulders shaking while he bit back incredulous laughter.
Atem was asking for…impossibles! These would take time and…heavy studying to fucking achieve! He couldn't just hack his way into being a citizen of another country or pass a bar exam in the blink of an eye!
"I see you're laughing," Yami said sourly, folding his arms across his chest, irritated. "What is so funny?"
He was giving this man orders to make his life more comfortable with Seto Kaiba.
These were the absolutes if he needed Dartz within reach.
"First of all, I can't just…pass a bar exam," Dartz glowered, and Atem gave him a maddening smile.
"I know your history," Yami retaliated. "Valedictorian from top law schools and your IQ is pretty high, so much that your parents had you take the genius test at age 14–"
"It's not called that, and IQ tests are only testing for certain, closed-box qualities," Dartz argued back, making Atem smile even wider, making his angular eyes almost look cat-like.
"Right," Yami winked prettily. "So…a year? You can study for both at the same time–the bar exam and the citizenship test while living in Japan. Understood?"
Dartz swallowed thinly and felt a shiver go down his spine.
W-Why…did Atem want to move him around like this?
"Can I ask why?" Dartz asked gruffly, and Atem gave him a sweet smile that reached his eyes.
"Of course," Yami examined his manicure and was quite happy with how well it held up over the week. Not one single chipped nail, even through all that fishing and killing. "...I'll be living in Japan, and you will represent me for international crimes when the time comes. My situation should never escalate to court, I'll make sure of it."
That's not the issue! Dartz had to wonder why Atem was talking about it like he already had the certificate. Though he had to hand it to Atem for knowing his area of expertise, because he was already halfway there, with a decade of experience, having successfully started his own firm in the States, and working with blacksite criminals who needed counsel…
All he needed to do was to get further certified…
Which he wanted to avoid, because that made him a target! Obviously!
Something was really strange about Atem's string of requests, and Dartz was familiar with this type of conversation. The criminal had a plan, and was making him a pawn. He needed to at least, be an informed pawn before being made to move to Japan?!
"I'm missing pieces," Dartz said seriously, lowering his head respectfully to stop maintaining eye contact because Atem's dark stare was frightening him. "Tell me everything. Why do you want me to pick up my life and move to a rigid society, where property prices in the city are insane! Not to mention, you want me to study enough of the Japanese language and culture to become a citizen? While studying for a bar exam? You understand some things are impossible, right? …Atem?"
He raised his head to meet the man's gaze, and Atem lowered his head, almost as if he was…ashamed…?
"I want you to live in Japan, so I can ensure you stay alive," Yami said with a finality. "If some low-level grunt puts a bullet in you, what a waste. I see potential in you–in us—and I'm choosing the country of Japan for you to practice in because your appearance is foreign, meaning you immediately have the upper hand."
Dartz nodded and accepted that answer. Okay, the assassin was settling down.
He could've just fucking said that. But why did he choose such a hard country like Japan?
"Why not the states? Their gun laws are lax," Dartz attempted a smile. "...There's a gun…ban, in Japan. Why make your life hard?"
"The weapons ban is to your advantage," Atem gave him a grave nod. "Stop trying to convince me of another country. I've chosen Japan and I've been all over the world. Now, bar exam. Can you do it in a year and be in practice for the year after that?"
Dartz felt his eyelid twitch and he chanced a nod.
"If I fail…" Dartz wanted a safety net, but Atem gave him no room to move.
"You won't fail. If you don't pass after two years of re-taking the exam…" the assassin's face darkened. "I will personally make sure you pass, and it won't be legitimate. It's in your best interest to succeed. You don't want my help with this, trust me."
Damn, Dartz felt a heavy pressure crushing his chest, and his heart monitor's beeping was going up.
Yami noticed this but didn't say anything. He knew he was asking this man to uproot his life, so of course that would cause turmoil.
"Those are my demands for now," Yami said calmly as he rose to his feet, hearing Dartz's heart rate increase again, and he bit back a smile to give the man's shoulder a pat. "What? Speak freely."
"For now?" Dartz echoed, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "What other demands do you have? Make them all now! You're giving me a heart attack. Really."
Yami looked thoughtful and told as much of the truth as he could manage, "All I know is I want you nearby, where I can ensure your safety while you make your living lawyering up criminals. What if another onelike me comes up? And I know he won't be so nice to let you know your partner wants to kill you. Look at you now,alive."
Dartz swallowed the cold lump in his throat. Right. Atem would always remind him of that fact, that he was only alive by his grace.
"Your other lawyerly studies are so that you can come up with ways to exonerate me of all the crimes I'm committing...right now, for you to remain alive," Yami smirked and tilted his head at the doors. "Any special requests on how you want him to die? Poisoning is also my specialty and by the way you look so healthy now, I can tell he merely mixed rat poison in your coffee."
Dartz grimaced and shook his head. "I said talk to him, not kill him."
"No. He dies," Atem gave him another chilling smile as he walked to the door. "Or he'll keep trying until he gets lucky."
With that, Atem walked out of the clinic with a cheerful pep in his step.
Oh he had to text Seto. He'd made the CEO beef up his security with eight more guys following him to and from work, and the only way he managed to get Kaiba to agree to it was in the middle of a blow job.
But knowing Seto was sitting in his office and limo with 8 other security men made him feel slightly better. It was a temporary fix until he could figure out a more consistent protection method for the CEO.
He sat down on the bench and crossed one leg over the other, smelling coffee from a nearby cafe as he opened a chat with Seto.
"Good morning Seto! Landed just fine! It's beautiful here!" And he raised his phone to snap a photo of the sun filtering through the trees above him, then sent it with a tap. "Also wondering if you have any properties for sale? I have an interested buyer (it's not me haha)"
To his pleasant surprise, Kaiba's response was quick. Immediate. Almost as if the CEO had been waiting for him to text.
"...how big (haha)"
Aw, Yami smirked and decided to play for a bit.
"Thiiiis biggg c==========8"
And his phone exploded with text vibrations, giving him a bit of a shock.
"DONT FUCKINDGB DO THAT SHIT.
IM AT WORK!
I WILL call my jet back and get on it to meet you wherever you are!
I'm already feeling sex starved and its only been a day."
Mistake, Yami smirked as he realized he shouldn't tease Kaiba too much otherwise the CEO might really call his jet back.
"My apologies!" Yami wrote formal Japanese to get Kaiba off the casual tone. "Serious request. Any property you have available for sale in Japan, can I see them all? Maybe I will buy one after all haha I have yet to own property in your country!"
There was a minute-long pause before Kaiba replied just as seriously.
"...just move in then, I have so many rooms. But meet Mokuba formally first. I'll have my agent email me the list. Your email is?"
"Just text it as a PDF, I don't check my email," Yami wrote, and Kaiba answered with an adorable, single letter.
"k"
Rich wacko, Kaiba clicked his phone off and set it down beside his laptop, feeling jittery again.
Yami's verbiage was disturbing sometimes.
'Have yet to own property in your country?' talk about playing real life monopoly. He himself had a couple overseas properties, mainly for vacationing, but now he really wondered how many properties Yami had.
Damn. Scary.
What was scarier was his own behavior, suggesting Yami move in when they had only spent a week of solid fucking together. But from what he'd learned during their stay, was that this intense fucking would only continue if they saw each other every day.
Then I get to fuck him every evening, and morning, maybe, Kaiba hovered his hands over his keyboard, now unable to work because the mere idea of it made him horny.
Yami was so fucking hot, it was so easy to get lost in him.
Maybe he could give it a month, with Yami half-living at his place, seeing how he would interact with Mokuba. Otherwise…
I'll sleep over constantly at his place, which is probably huge, Kaiba thought pleasantly as he managed to pick up from where he'd left off and continue working. Yami could always buy a place nearby. Money wasn't an issue anyway. Mokuba was.
Yami tucked his phone away and tried to enjoy the sun. His phone couldn't stay silent for another minute before he received another text, so he slowly slid it out to see who it was from.
Mai.
This doesn't feel like retirement, Yami's eyelid twitched as he opened her messages and began reading.
"HEY BABE
So
when's this guy's due date? I'm tired of him. Had 3 dates with him and got all my money back.
he's really pushing it with me, wanting to walk me back to my hotel EVERY TIME I SAY NO (like fuck understand the word NO! And im not accepting drinks from him either seeing as how he poisxxned his boss sheesh)
And i'm telling him im a girl who waits until marriage -vomit
but i'll lose him if I ditch him now.
He thinks im not interested 'enough' bc i wont FUCK him
You have 15 minutes before I kick him off me for good!
I did get his phone number and address because i went to his house for a date and emptied his multiple cash safes!
He's a real piece of trash babes! Good find!"
Yami nodded approvingly and scrolled past the lengthy text with Valon's address and number which he already knew, but he could appreciate Mai also being on top of it.
They made a great team, unsurprisingly.
She was still texting him fast.
"Pretending to take a pee, so PLEASE REPLY NOW OR SOMETHING. Peeing only takes like 2 - 3 minutes! + a lipstick touchup is only 4 mins! I can't have him thinking im taking a poop for 6 mins!"
"Okay, where are you?" Yami wrote with a chuckle. Interesting rules. As a man, his rules were: peeing timed at 1 minute, which was not long enough to choke someone out, but long enough to administer a syringe… Two minutes if hand-washing was involved, definitely long enough to knock someone out, and shitting was 30 minutes or more, enough to carry out a full-on hit.
Very interesting.
"Cafe across frm the stupid clinic because he set it up that way!" Mai wrote, clearly fuming. "Of course i can't say NO to his choice of date place, but i know its bc he's back to kxll his boss. You better have a plan because im going shopping to forget his ugly face!"
Yami raised his head and stared right at the cafe sign hanging to his left, and his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw Mai sitting down demurely onto a patio chair, facing a man with dark brown hair wearing a motorcycle jacket and a helmet tucked against the chair leg. OH. That was them!
Hastily turning around to stop staring, Yami slowly stood up from the bench and started to make a plan. Mai had done a great job. Time to relieve her of her shift.
As he walked down the length of the small strip, he spotted a couple teenagers with skateboards, loitering in front of a game store, so Yami took a gamble and approached them with a nod.
"Can I buy your skateboard?" Yami asked boldly, making sure to keep his English accent consistent with an American one. The kids shook their heads in unison, so Yami tried again, "Hey… No? Can I borrow it then?"
He received three annoyed glares, and the boy with the skateboard on his shoulder gave him a middle finger.
"You lost, bruv? Skate shop's up that way. You don't need mine."
"Yeah, but I only need it for like, two seconds," Yami drawled as he folded his arms and quickly leaned on the railing to stand beside the boy, showing that the kid was taller than him, giving him nothing to be afraid of. "I wanna dunk on the guy who's hitting on my girlfriend in the middle of my date! He sat down in my spot when I got up to pay, and I hate him for trying anything with her."
Yami jerked his head at Mai, talking openly about her, "can she look any hotter? Fuck, like…I know she's out of my league, okay? I wanna ride by and dunk a cup of coffee on him. I'll even give you your board back, man."
He checked to see if the kid bought his story, and to his vicious glee, all three boys were nodding eagerly.
"Hell yeah! You wanna dunk on him? I got water… I got... An energy drink…" One of the kids knelt and began opening his backpack. "...Anyone got an egg?"
Yami let out a laugh and gripped the railing, making sure to add, "don't get any on her. She's high-class, you know? One curl of hair on her head is worth more than your life. Just dunk him. Got it?"
"Nah yeah, your lady gets a free pass, she's hot," the other boys were gaining confidence from their friend on the ground, so to encourage them further, Yami unrolled a wad of cash and split it three ways, seeing all their eyes widen.
"For…morale," Yami chuckled as he offered the cash higher for them to take. "Come on. I don't know you at all if the cops come. You got transpo. I got…these," he patted his own two legs. "So ride away fast, yeah? Don't let no one catch you, and buy yourselves a game or something."
"Ay, I accept, that's an easy cop," the kid with the backpack said as he swiped the cash from Yami's hand to stuff it in his hoodie pocket.
"Copped," the second kid replied as he pinched the cash out of Yami's other hand and handed half to his friend. "Cop that shit bruh, new wheels for a prank on a douche? Fuck yeah."
Yami's confusion rose at the sudden slang, but he nodded and instructed them quickly. "Someone buy a hot coffee too. Bonus if it's boiling, but don't splash her–"
"Yeh yeh, we got it!" the kids cried, already sliding away on their skateboards as they planted them down on the concrete and zoomed towards the cafe patio.
Yami smirked and pulled out his phone to see three unread messages from Mai.
"10 minutes and i'm out!"
"5 minutes!"
"3 minutes! Okay if you aren't showing up to get him, I'm just gonna end the date here!"
Don't worry, help is coming, Yami thought as he leaned his elbows on the railing, watching the three kids obediently march inside the coffee shop single-file to buy a cup of hot coffee.
That would only take 2 minutes.
Mai smiled at Valon so hard, her cheeks ached, and she almost wanted to pick her purse up and leave, but she was waiting for Atem's move. That assassin said he was landing in 28 hours, and she'd spent half a day yesterday and today, dating Valon enough to know that he was an insufferable prick.
And he kept wanting to stay at the cafe to stalk his prey–the boss in the hospital bed. It was so obvious he was a murderer, there was no fucking way she was having sex with him even if he might be fun…
"I've got to visit my boss again really quick, I'm worried about him, see?" Valon was obviously lying as he reached across the table to touch Mai's hand, and Mai gave him a fake smile. Mmhmm… low-level jerk.
"Well, good timing because I've got that funeral to attend," Mai said with a long sigh, swishing her coffee around in her cup, not drinking it at all. "I've been a huge mess these past few days. Thanks for seeing me through them–"
The sound of teenagers rolling by on their skateboards interrupted her, and Mai could only stare in shock as three kids whizzed past, each one taking their turn emptying a drink on top of Valon's neatly gelled hair.
First came a bright blue energy drink, then a bottle of water enthusiastically squeezed, and the last drink was piping hot water in a paper cup.
Valon let out an ungraceful yelp when it splashed down his pants and burned his crotch.
Mai's mouth dropped open so she had to cover it, because she was laughing as Valon jumped to his feet and shouted at the kids, "FUCK YOU, CUNTS!"
"AHHHAAAAAA FUCK YOU TOO WAnnnNKERRRRRRRRRR!" One of the kids called over their shoulder, zooming away down the sidewalk while his friends whooped and hollered.
Other cafe patrons were chuckling and shaking their heads, going back to their phones or their books and laptops, unfazed by the sudden disturbance.
Mai held her breath and felt like exploding. Oh my god! Atem was hilarious! This made her day!
And she was really put off by how he'd shouted 'cunts' at the top of his lungs.
Well, time to leave. Exit made easy.
"Okay, I'm just going to…" Mai swept her purse up from the back of her chair and marched off, giggling to herself.
That was stellar.
If she ever met Atem face-to-face, she would hug him and it might kill her, but he deserved one big hug for that.
"W-Wait…! When will I see you again?! I don't…have your… last name!... MAI?!" Valon shouted as he watched Mai's blonde head of hair duck gracefully into a cab waiting for her at the curb, and the car drove away before he could even see the plates properly.
Oh.
Shit.
What?!
How did she get away so fast?!
Still giggling, Mai tapped her message out to Atem.
"Thanks for the ride! That was fun! Let's never do it again! He's seriously so scummy. Idk where you find them but keep them away from me next time! Luv ya!"
Yami smirked and kept his eye on the cab as he watched it turn the corner at the light and disappear. Valon was pathetically trying to give chase, but tripping on his own feet while trying to fix his tie and hair at the same time. Idiot.
"Thanks for taking care of him. I'll let you know when to empty his house if you want?" Yami wrote.
"Nah, I got everything I need from that WANKER! I'm at the mall WOOOOO byeeeee" was what she replied, so Yami tucked his phone away, smiling.
Yami kept Valon in his sights, watching the man swipe coffee off his shirt, then get on his motorbike parked in the street beside a few other cars, and the engine started with a rumble.
Valon was vain, so Yami knew he was headed home to change before trying to hurt Dartz at the clinic. He couldn't imagine being drenched in hot coffee and other sticky liquids to be pleasant.
Taking this chance to sprint to his motorbike, Yami ducked behind the large truck while he crammed the helmet onto his head and threw one leg over the seat, his hands tense over the handles as he held the bike steady while giving it a roaring rev, letting the rumble shake his bones.
Yami could hear Valon riding past behind him, so he inched back out of the spot, balancing the bike carefully between his legs as he pushed off the ground and sped after Valon, keeping his gaze nailed to the red riding jacket the man wore.
Hopefully, helping Valon to death would be quick, because Yami really wanted to get back to Japan to be with Seto.
Author's note:
Its not a spoiler if we all know valon is gonna die next chap, right?
Ok just making sure we all knowwwww hahaha
