Seto was spit out of a narrow portal and his shoulder slammed into a wall painfully, and he gripped his arm in fury as he tried to catch his breath, his arm numb from the sudden impact. Wow okay, rough landing but whatever.
He struggled to his feet to take a look at his surroundings, pleased to discover that he'd landed in a premium wine cellar or something. A bottle with a familiar gold label peeked out from behind the glass, and Seto eagerly reached for it, his tongue itching for a drink.
Alcohol! Finally! Yes!
Being back in the human world was the best!
Swinging the glass door open, Seto snatched the bottle out of the drink stand and used his hands to pry the cork off, thinking his demon powers would activate, and they did, too suddenly, and the neck of the bottle shattered in his grasp.
Shocked, Seto frantically raised the bottle to drink the run-off down the side, aware that he was acting like a complete animal, but he didn't care. Too many months had gone by without a taste of any kind of beer, wine or coffee because he'd been forced into caffeine and alcohol sobriety in that other world. He was even getting tired of the taste of his own miso soup concoction…
"H-Higuchi-san?!" A shrill voice called out behind him, and Seto blinked, turning around slowly to see a woman wearing a hostess uniform.
Oh. Shit. Was this woman his manager?
Seto slowly set the broken bottle down and bent himself into a bow, his mouth moving fluidly, relieved and overjoyed that his voice still sounded the same when he spoke Japanese.
"Sorry. It exploded on me when I took it out of the chamber."
"Did you get any on your uniform?" The woman asked, dashing forward with her handkerchief out, and her eyes sharp as she inspected his outfit. "Well, what a way to start your shift, right? Decant the rest of it, we'll drink it in the staff room later."
Cool, Seto thought darkly, hating that he could see his own dress shoes covered in splashes of wine. Wait. He was an adult right now!
I have an adult body! Seto celebrated, straightening up and frantically searching for a mirror, but deciding it was better to excuse himself and rant about it in the privacy of the bathroom.
"Toilet," Seto said airily, stepping over the mess and giving her a stiff nod.
She nodded in return and called after him, "you're in charge of table 5 and 7! Its one large party, and I need you out there in five minutes!"
"Got it!" Seto called back over his shoulder, spying the glowing bathroom sign down a darkened hallway, and he rushed for it desperately, locking himself inside and throwing himself in front of the mirror. A man with pale skin, blond hair and blue eyes peered back at him in the warm lights, and Seto clapped a hand to his face, fuming.
His cheekbones were almost the same, his nose was skinnier here, giving him a more foreign-like appearance when paired with the dyed blond hair. His chin was sharp and clean-shaven, brushed over with a dab of cream to conceal the green shadows around his jaw, making him look more feminine than he liked.
I hate this color! Seto raged, prying the tops of his hair down to see a centimeter of dark root growth. Why the blond hair?! Why? Because he was a service person and looking different garnered more attention? Maybe that was it.
He was wearing a server's uniform, with a tight-fitting vest and tie.
This wasn't even his body.
He was…temporarily inhabiting it?
He dug around in his pockets, pulling out wallet, a set of keys to a low-end sedan, and a pack of unopened cigarettes. Yep. Definitely not his body.
Seto chose to open the wallet first and read the ID card to gain some insight on who he was.
Higuchi Maru. A plain-ass commoner's name.
Male. Of course.
5'9. This was shorter than what he'd like, but whatever.
41 years old. Close enough to his original age.
Black hair, brown eyes. Common Japanese traits.
Lived in the outskirts of Domino in some apartment complex.
His wallet only had a couple thousand yen, a few credit cards, and the train pass.
Great.
No phone?! Maybe it was in his work…locker?
Shaking his head, Seto dipped his hands in the water to wash the remnants of sticky wine off the backs of his hands before drying them and squaring his shoulders back. Time to dip out of work to find Yami.
He stepped out of the bathroom and hurried down the hall, running into the manager again, and she handed him an empty tray, pointing at the tables filled with people wearing familiar cloaks that made his skin crawl.
"Looks like a cosplay meet-up," she commented carelessly, shrugging. "Don't know which anime though. Check the notebook for their orders, I'm going back to stand at the front! Make sure they fill out the survey before they leave!"
O-Okay….! Seto thought anxiously as he palmed the tray and carefully approached the table with the number 5 hanging off the edge, but he was stopped by another male co-worker who shouldered him playfully and placed a bottle of wine on his tray along with a stack of serving cups.
"You forgot this, senpaiii," the man sang, and he floated away.
Seto stared at the man's back before he held his breath and approached table 5, scanning each face carefully before he remembered his manners and bowed. The great Seto Kaiba had been reduced to a lowly bar host.
A few women giggled, and Seto ignored them, straightening up to set the cups down and beginning to pour, taking a chance to glance at each face, hoping to see Yami's face, but the only men at this table had their hoods on and were heavily drunk.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Seto picked up the empty cups and caught a suggestive wink from one of the women at the booth, and he recoiled internally. N-No thanks. He nodded politely at her and hurried back behind the bar to dump the empty cups into the washer racks, dousing his hands in water furiously before rushing back to table 7, praying Yami would be at that booth.
As he approached the table with his tray full of more sake cups, he saw a familiar crop of spiky hair sitting on the innermost wall of the booth, and his heart skipped a frantic beat. Oh thank god.
He balanced the tray in one hand while setting the clean cups down, trying to catch Yami's eye, and to his relief, the mage was looking right at him, his violet eyes searing through him with…anger?
Oh crap. Yami could see through this human form and find out that he'd snuck off to follow him here?! Damn it. Caught already and he'd barely gotten a sip of alcohol or coffee.
Yami might ground him for this…somehow.
Lowering his head frantically, Seto collected the empty cups and froze when a manicured hand landed on his arm, and the woman sitting at the edge gave him a demure smile, her mouth moving as she spoke, and Seto's ears rang when he could hear Japanese overlapping with elvish as she used magic to translate when she spoke.
"Thank you, Mr. Handsome," she said silkily, and Seto felt his eyelid twitch. Y-Yeah… Okay….
He piled the empty cups onto his tray and didn't bother being neat for appearances as he practically ran back to the safety of the bar. Yiiiikes. This party sucked. Everyone was sitting there silently, probably because they were all obligated to be there. That was one aspect of adult-life that he didn't miss.
Yami crossed his arms tightly and stared at the crop of blond hair behind the bar, gritting his teeth when he saw the human's aura crackle with disgust, and he decided not to bring it up to the female mage who was whispering excitedly with her friend.
"….Want to play with that human? He's a new one…"
Yeah, we've been here for so long, they've switched shifts, Yami thought sourly as he kept his arms crossed, keeping his gaze fixed on the blond human. It wasn't his real hair color. It held an odd sheen indicating the human used a dye to change the composition. Probably in order to stand out from the other dark-haired humans here, and it was working, because Yami could hear the other table talking about that human too.
"…Wow, that human looks like an elf."
"Common elf features. Interesting how humans can morph using chemicals…"
Now I want to go home, Yami thought sourly, watching the human stack food onto a tray and walk steadily back to them, hearing something that made his blood run cold.
"Want to see who can win his affection?" The man at his side asked cheekily, thunking his cup down with a satisfied sigh, his cheeks pink with intoxication as he gave Yami a playful nudge. "Eh, Mage Atem? What do you say, Mage Emble and …you? Mage Gen? Friendly wager for 300 gold. We each put up 100. No magic. Pure natural charm."
The woman shrieked with laughter and jeered, "Oh sure, you're on! For 500 gold? He probably prefers women, so you've already lost, Mage Breki. Now shut up, here he comes."
Seto grit his teeth when he heard them talking openly about him in their language, and felt his ears burn. Gross. This was disgusting behavior. Was Yami going to participate, because he'd make sure Yami would win…
"I'm out," Yami glowered darkly, sitting up straighter and now itching to leave, knowing Seto was watching all of this from his portal viewer, and he was trying to teach that baby demon about kindness and tolerance towards humans.
"Aw, come onnnn Atemmmm," the man beside him gave him another rough nudge. "Afraid you'll lose? We all know you're fortifying a new house on un-magicked land. You could use 300 gold pieces—"
"I said no," Yami growled as the human approached their table and set the food down before them, lifting his head up briefly to make direct eye contact with him. His blue eyes were incredibly clear, and it sent a white-hot bolt of lightning through his chest before the human lowered his gaze and walked away quickly.
O-Oh.
What was that?!
"I win, ladies," the mage beside Yami said drunkenly, waving a hand over his nose. "He looked right at me."
"His looks don't mean anything. He has to talk to you," the women shot back haughtily, and Yami decided he'd had enough.
He stood up and eyed the tops of the two women's heads, trying to keep his rage and embarrassment contained as he said stiffly, "excuse me. I'll be leaving now."
"Fine by me," one of the women said, standing up to let him out while her friend did the same. "But you can't leave until the Chief gets here, and you're out 100 gold if I win."
"I didn't agree to the wager," Yami curled his fists at his sides, his chest burning with rage. "This is cruel treatment of humans, using them in your pointless wagers."
"You heard us making the pointless wager, and that makes you a participant," the other woman replied playfully, sitting back down at the booth, tossing a lock of her hair over her shoulder. "You're not above us all, Atem. I don't care what level you're at. If you can't snag a human man with your dark skin and ugly frowns, it appears you really want to owe me 100 gold when I win him over!"
D-Dark skin?! Yami opened his mouth to breathe fire but reminded himself where he was: in a human establishment, at a district party, in another dimension. He could pick a fight with this female mage later, on the battlefield or on a quest, but not here. Here, he had to fight with his wits and hold his temper.
The Grandmaster wasn't even here yet, so he was stuck here until then.
Seto nearly crushed the empty glass he was holding when he heard this. The glass cracked in his grip, and he had to remind himself to stop breaking things. Well, if Yami was going home now, then he better drink up as much as possible before they had to go. He'd barely managed to stay for an hour in this place. Damn it…!
He whirled around and dropped the glass for real when he saw Yami sitting at the bar with a furious scowl on his face. Uh oh. Quick. Excuses.
I…wanted to drink coffee! I wanted to taste human alcohol! Don't be mad at me for following you! Can we stay for 2 more hours?! It doesn't have to be in here! I'll show you somewhere else! Seto begged silently, blinking imploringly at Yami, whose angry expression didn't lighten.
Yami didn't even look remotely drunk. Clearly, he hadn't been drinking what the party was offering, maybe because he didn't like the taste of…sake?!
How about some whiskey? My fucking favorite! Seto thought desperately as he dove into the shelves behind the bar and pulled out a smoked malt, thunking two glasses on the counter and quickly pouring.
Yami raised his eyebrows at the server's frantic motions and understood that his sudden appearance at the bar had caused this human to scramble, and he shook his head anxiously, quickly brushing a hand over his throat to make sure the translation magic was activating before he spoke.
"Please, don't rush around on my account," Yami said quietly as a glass of dark liquid was poured for him. "I came over to tell you something, and I'll be leaving."
Seto blinked and felt the neck of the bottle slip in his fingertips. Y-Yami couldn't recognize him?!
"Okay, what?" Seto asked plainly, grabbing the drink and raising it to his lips, briefly toasting Yami before tossing it back fluidly. Ah…Thank…god…! The alcohol burned his throat pleasantly and made his eyes water.
Yami stared speechlessly at the human's sudden change in demeanor. He'd gone from meek to brash in an instant. Scary. The servitude was really just an act.
"Everyone at my table is making bets on you," Yami said calmly, eager to divulge as much information to this pretty human as possible, so he could be protected. "You'd do best to steer clear of them."
Aw… Seto thought amusingly as he poured himself another glass and gave Yami a grin.
"You're at the table. How do I know this isn't part of it?" Seto replied playfully, aware that this would agitate Yami further, and he was right when he saw Yami's knuckles whitened when he clenched his fists in frustration.
"Please trust me. I have no reason to participate," Yami replied, and he felt himself sweat when the human gave him another dazzling smile and offered him the drink instead.
"I'll trust you if you drink this! Its my favorite," Seto said seriously, hoping to convert Yami to human alcohol, so that maybe when they returned, he could ask Yami to reference this flavor and help him make it.
Yami eyed the glass apprehensively and watched as the human poured himself another helping, his bold actions making him feel slightly better, so he reached for the drink and sniffed it tentatively, his mouth watering at the sharp scent. It didn't smell like poison…
The human was on his third glass, and Yami was about to ask if the drink was that delicious when the human's supervisor came rushing over to hiss at him.
"Higuchi-san… What are you doing, drinking on the job?" The woman breathed, giving the spiky-haired foreigner a nervous glance. "Unless this is a special service, I need you back at the other two tables."
"This guy won a special service," Seto said easily, seeing Yami's cheeks redden so fast, it made his stomach wrench happily. "They were betting on me, so now I'm serving him a drink personally. Send my kouhai over there instead. I'm going to be busy all night."
His manager gave him a steely look and whispered under her breath while stamping down on his foot, "We aren't an official host club. You can take clients in your own time because we're all done covering for you!"
"Ow." Seto said calmly, and the manager huffed at him before sparing a smile for Yami and then stepping out from behind the bar.
Yami watched her go and took a tentative sip, surprised when the drink stung his lips but left a pleasant tingle across his tongue. Oh. This was quite nice.
He took another sip, and then another, receiving an approving nod from the human across the bar as a fourth drink was poured, and the human tossed it back with ease. His actions made Yami's skin crawl, so he had to ask, "your supervisor didn't look too happy with you… Perhaps you should slow down?"
"Nah, she's just angry because I'm a slut apparently," Seto replied easily, aiming to shock Yami with his words because the mage was always such a saint with him, often saying, "watch your language Seto."
Ha. Yeah, if he could see him now.
"A what?" Yami asked blankly, wondering if he'd heard incorrectly. A blut? Like a slime monster?
"A sl—oh, never mind," Seto said flatly, realizing their words didn't translate accurately, so he gave up keepinghis identity a secret. Time to fuck with Yami in the best possible way, maybe help him hate humans a little less, even though humans were trash.
"I'm sorry. I'm not from here," Yami explained anxiously, and his stomach dipped nervously when the human leaned across the bar and rested his hand intrusively atop his, giving him another twinkling smile.
"I know," the man said, and he turned around to busy himself with another drink.
Yami gripped his empty glass and stared at the man's pale hands pouring him another glass, and his stomach twisted violently when the man's blue eyes held his gaze briefly before he looked away first, flushing. He had a feeling…this human liked him… a little too much maybe.
The murmuring behind him got louder, so Yami turned around to see that the Chief had arrived, and was walking towards him, with her robes swirling around her ankles. O-Oh hell.
"Chief Mana," Yami dipped his head down respectfully, and the mage dashed towards him to throw her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
"Atemmmm!" She squealed, her brown hair tickling his nose, so he had to lean his head to the side and pat her arm awkwardly. "You did such a great job! Thank you for saving the humans in the purple quadrant! I heard the spiders were terrifying!"
Mana leaned back to gaze into his face, and Yami nodded stiffly, at a loss for words.
"Well," she glanced briefly at the handsome bartender and pressed a roll of currency into Atem's palm, whispering in his ear, "for you to have fun with later today! Eat and drink up! We're moving from this location in an hour!"
Yami blinked and nodded, about to ask if he could go home, but she had already floated away to talk to the other mages sitting at the tables.
"Your girlfriend?" Seto asked cheekily as he propped his elbows up on the counter, trying to elicit more reactions from Yami, and to his delight, the mage flushed again. Aw… hey, he didn't remember Yami blushing this much when they were together in the other dimension?
He likes me? And he can't hear my thoughts for once, Seto thought nervously as he filled Yami's glass for lack of something to do, and his manager came up behind the bar again to give him a tap on the shoulder.
God… What now?!
"Break," she said sternly, nodding at the flaps leading to the back entrance. "I won't be having any labor violations this month. And take your friend with you."
Oh, gladly, Seto thought gleefully, seeing Yami's brow wrinkle in confusion. He circled the bar and grabbed Yami by the hand, pulling him off the stool and feeling the jealous stares from the other mages burning his back.
Yami twisted his head around to see wide-eyed looks from the mages at his table, making a coin pouch weighing gesture, and the others punching the air to silently celebrate his win.
I didn't agree to the wager! I don't want your money! Yami fumed silently as the human led him down the darkened hallway and into another room furnished differently. Flimsy pop-up tables were set up along the inside, and empty drink bottles were in the middle.
He barely got a good look at the metal storage units lining the walls before he was pulled through another door and into a dimly lit room with a couch and a desk.
Seto inspected the office with a dry smirk and reached around Yami's arm to lock the door before yanking him towards the couch. He sat down first and watched the mage stand there awkwardly, glancing around the room with his cheeks tinted pink.
"Well, this was nice," Yami said stiffly as he eyed the window that was covered with shutters. "I'm going to check on my kid."
"You have a kid?" Seto echoed casually, crossing one leg over the other and lacing his hands over his knees, enjoying Yami's discomfort. "You're too young to have a kid. You look like a college student."
Yami flushed and replied, "I am much older than you think! And I love him, even though he's not my blood."
Fuck..?! Seto felt a pang of guilt, which prompted him to ask, "Why do you like kids so much? They're so bratty and burdensome."
"They're joyful and have fresh perspective," Yami replied coldly, folding his arms across his chest. "And they symbolize peace, which is something I'd like to have more of in my life."
Seto bit the inside of his cheek and smiled deliriously to himself while he sank into a furious mental rant. AHAHAHAHA! That's why Yami didn't want to age him up! He had some sick fascination with peace! Sicko! Babies were annoying and required constant care!
I'm much better as an adult, please fucking realize that! Seto's eyes widened as he patted the spot beside him and saw Yami shake his head.
"So I'm going home now," Yami announced, hoping this would appease the human because the man kept patting the seat. "Thank you for the service."
Seto blinked rapidly and scrambled to keep Yami interested. "Alright. Suit yourself, but the service isn't over yet, and your party is paying us so well. You sure you don't want the rest of it? We're here already."
"Rest of what…? The service?" Yami asked suspiciously, and the man rolled his eyes in an eerily familiar way before standing up and pulling a tab underneath the couch to turn it into a flat bed.
"I'm a licensed masseuse, so you're really missing out," Seto lied cleverly, already rolling up his sleeves and feeling Yami floundering. "But whatever. Thanks for the cash. Go on. Leave then, so I can pick someone else."
Yami swallowed thinly and bit back a sigh. Fine. The District was paying for it.
He'd make this human give him the rest of the damn service so he could go home.
"What do I do?" Yami asked sourly, beginning to lose his patience. He sat down stiffly on the edge of the flat bed and caught a gleam in the human's blue eyes in the darkness that sent a nervous chill down his spine. W-What was that…?
"Lay face down and I'm taking care of you, shoulders first," Seto said briskly, turning away to hunt for anything that would help sell his lie. He dug around in the office desk drawers and found a hand lotion labeled with the manager's name and a small vulgar note, "HANDS OFF, HIGUCHI!"
Cool. So this happened often enough.
He glanced up over the desk, pleased to see Yami obediently laying on his stomach with his head propped up on his hands, watching him with his angular eyes.
Seto kept the smile on his face as he approached and returned the lotion back into the drawer, deciding to touch Yami through his clothes first…just to test the waters.
He leaned over Yami's head and pressed his palms flat against Yami's back, applying pressure evenly and feeling his heart race when Yami's warmth burned his palms, but he steeled himself to continue, his fingertips tingling when he thought he brushed over the back of a belt.
Yami frowned and stayed very still, wondering if it was customary to be touched so much… and the thought instantly vanished when the human's knuckles began pressing into him with more force, making his entire body heat up and then relax just as fast when the feeling passed. The human was digging his fingers into the tiny crook of his neck, following the line of his muscles until he paused at a particularly tight point, and pressure was applied there directly, with precision and bringing a jolt of pain along with it.
What in the g-gods! Yami shut his eyes and let his breath out slowly, trying to relax, and he found that it was incredibly easy to do so.
Seto narrowed his eyes and realized he could see odd trickles of blue energy rippling down Yami's back through his robes, and he traced them curiously with his finger, finding that they all gathered in one odd location at his lower back, and all he had to do was tap the spot firmly with three fingers, and the energy would disperse in bright threads.
Yami would tense, and then let out a soft sigh.
H-Hey, was this working?!
He was half applying human techniques and half using his demon sight to find energy blockages?! This was a pretty neat trick.
He followed another stream down Yami's leg and dug his fingers into the jumbled mess of light threads that had built up in Yami's upper calf, and for some reason, this knot was more stubborn than the rest, so Seto didn't hesitate to drive his elbow into it while speaking calmly, "seems like you have a lot of stress here, it might hurt a bit…" and he leaned his weight into it, finally seeing the threads burst apart and snake away.
Yami let out a stifled hiss and felt an intense, relaxing calm settle over him the moment the human let up, and his eyes watered gratefully. W-Whatever was happening right now…felt amazing… He'd never had any kind of service like this in his own dimension….
Seto smirked and leaned back to glance at his handiwork. Yami's energy was all straightened out, for now. They were coursing in bright, blue streams from the top of his head to the base of his heels. Very interesting. It looked like veins…
"A-Are you finished?" Yami asked nervously, his chest swirling with disappointment when the human stopped touching him.
Oh, continue? Seto thought gleefully as he took this chance to playfully grope Yami's ass to give it a knead, disappointed when he didn't get a reaction.
Yami blinked twice and tucked his chin atop his hands, shutting his eyes to enjoy the feeling. This wasn't too bad… He would possibly come back to receive this service again—
The hands traveled between his legs and groped his parts, sending a stream of fire up his chest, so he twisted around to protest, stunned to see the human straddling him from behind, his blue eyes dark with lust as he whispered, "you paid for the entire service, didn't you?"
Yami's breath caught in his chest as he stammered, "we can't do anything strange. My kid is watching."
Seto felt his heart drop in his stomach, and he pulled a sour face. What?!
"What the fuck are you spewing?" Seto spat, his temper rising alarmingly fast. "Are you sick? Why would you say that? There's no one in here but us."
Yami's heart skipped a terrified beat and reached around to clap his hands together briefly, cutting the connection to the viewing portal, and Seto didn't even blink when he saw a flash of light erupt from between Yami's palms.
Good. Now that that was out of the way…
He slid his fingers into the loops of Yami's belt and began undoing the buckle with ease, deaf to Yami's nervous stammers.
"D-Does this require disrobing? Tell me and I'll do it myself..." Yami choked when the man reached into his pants and tightened his grip around his center, giving him a positively evil smirk when something pressed into him with so much force, it made him double over and see stars.
Gasping for breath, Yami struggled to sit up, but all he managed to do was flip himself over onto his ass as the human tugged his pants off and tossed them aside with supreme indifference, his eyes narrowed with lust and nailed to his lower abdomen.
W-Wait wait… Was this part of it?!
"Looks like you're really pent up here," Seto said fluidly, aware of Yami's distress, but he was more focused on the tight ball of energy sitting directly underneath Yami's navel. The streams of light led deliciously down to a neat patch of pubic hair, and an enticing erection which was currently trapped in his fist and leaking pitifully.
"I'm not. I can take care of that area myself," Yami replied timidly as he wondered if he was doomed when the human began rubbing him intensely, so much that he had to draw his legs up and an angle, but long arms came snaking underneath his ass to pull him closer, and Seto dared to lean forward to press a kiss on Yami's lips, but to his fury, he missed, because Yami looked away from him in that one instant to glance down at himself, clearly conflicted.
"Do you hate it?" Seto asked quietly, hating how a crushing pang of despair threatened to overwhelm him. Yami was so damn pretty, he could almost pass for a woman. He was doing something nice for another man, something that he'd usually never do in his past life, so why wasn't the mage enjoying it?! This was how he showed all his partners appreciation, because this was what he was good at, so he'd stick to this method.
Yami shook his head once, thinking he didn't hate it all. It was strange. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the pale hand wrapped around his length, giving him steady jolts of pleasure. Oh this was so strange… No one had ever touched him this boldly before.
"Let me taste it," Seto insisted, pushing Yami down further and inching back to dive his head down between Yami's tense legs, feeling the top of his head butting into Yami's stomach as he lowered his mouth down over the head of Yami's length, stunned at the bittersweet taste and the odd ridges running along the underside of Yami's dick. Oh shit.
He wasn't human here either!
Frowning, Seto pulled away to glance at Yami's length, elbowing Yami's leg aside to stare unabashedly at it, his heart thudding in his throat when he saw a very pretty, slender penis, that looked like a human one, except for several large, coin-sized bumps that trailed down the sides. Oh…fucking…w-weird! It looked like an alien dick. Could anything be normal for him ever again?!
"I'm sorry. Is it disgusting?" Yami panicked when the marvelous tight sensation vanished, replaced by a bubble of cold dread when the human stared at his parts, looking concerned.
Seto's chest was tight with fear and regret the longer he stared at Yami's penis, and it hit him that he didn't know what his own penis looked like—the one currently in this human body and his demon one. Oh god. Oh fuck. It might be even more disgusting than this?!
Yami was feeling anxious too, and he sorely regretted letting the human see his parts. He knew that other mages did it with ease, but why was it so embarrassing right now? He tried to shrink his legs back, but the human appeared to snap out of his trance and gazed intensely into his face, his blue eyes glassy as he asked, "….Tell me when it feels good…" And the crop of blond hair disappeared between his legs again, and the wonderful, tight sensation engulfed him fully, making him shiver and tremble against his will.
It…already felt good…so much that he dared to rest his hands atop the soft, silky blond hair and briefly shutting his eyes to enjoy the naughty tongue gliding up and down his length.
Was this why the other mages enjoyed seeking out human contact in the human villages? He always assumed it was because they were more closely related to humans than they were to monsters—he was jolted out of his thoughts when a hot tongue flicked in and out over the top of his slit, and the feeling sent multiple waves of fire raking down his chest, causing him to clench and heave silently, his mind humming when he released, and Seto tensed, ready for it when he felt the hot stream of fluid hit the pocket of his cheek, and he dared to swallow some of it, his body tingling like mad.
Oh it tasted so fucking good…!
If he got over the raised bumps that passed over the edge of his lips every time he brought his mouth down on the stiffness, it was quite enjoyable. He widened his mouth to slowly pass his tongue over each unique ridge, eager to continue, but found himself being shoved away with a rough push that made his head spin.
"Hey!" He cried angrily, palming the semen off his chin as Yami scrambled to put on his pants, clearly trying to run away. Seto felt himself leak in his underwear and shot his arm out to grab Yami by the wrist. Yami froze, with his pants halfway up his hips and his belt dangling by his leg, swinging back and forth as they gazed into each other's eyes for a few heartbeats.
"Do you want to continue? Because they paid for a lot of my time," Seto lied desperately, his tongue itching when he saw that the bundle of light near Yami's stomach had vanished at last, and he smiled triumphantly.
"You haven't had your hole done," Seto said encouragingly, wondering what had possessed him to say such a dirty thing, but Yami was already halfway to the door, having buttoned himself up and stammering his thanks.
"I f-feel much better already, thank you!" Yami insisted as he rested his hand on the doorknob while his dick ached strangely. "I've finished, which means you've completed your service. Well done." And he threw himself out into the hallway and slammed the door shut behind him breathlessly, trembling from head to toe.
Time to go home! Yami cried anxiously, and he was about to teleport out when he saw the chief, Mana, racing down the hallway to grab him by the arm, singing brightly, "Found youuuuu! We're moving out to the next location! Everyone's been looking for you!"
Seto heard this through the door and cursed under his breath. He needed to follow. But how could he when he was trapped here as Higuchi-what's-his-face?
Whatever. He'd sneak out the back entrance and follow them easily. A crowd of hooded freaks wandering down the sidewalk was sure to draw attention. If he lost them, he could ask any random person if they saw a cosplay group walking by.
Straightening up with determination, Seto passed a hand under his chin again, itching to have another taste. He felt reenergized after that.
Waiting until he heard the party exit the restaurant, Seto ran out into the hallway and made a beeline for the employee exit. He shouldered the door open with ease and strode out of the alleyway, hearing the shrill laughter and chatter from the group of mages. It was easy to hear their voices because their language sounded nothing like Japanese.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk and followed them down the street, passing by a convenience store where the magazine rack was an arm's reach from the door. Magazines.
Would I be in one?! Seto wondered as he watched the group of mages get farther and farther away. Should he risk it? Just one quick peek inside any magazine to see if his name or face was in it, and it would tell him the date too.
He'd risk it.
He was too vain not to.
Running in through the sliding doors, Seto stood breathlessly in front of the rows of magazines scanning each bright face.
Motorcycles… Cars… Cooking… Electronics? Not how to fix them but about the industry….
Business weekly was missing from this rack, goddammit.
There was nothing on finance or real estate, but the bottommost row had a line of glowing, pretty faces. Idols.
I might be….in there? Seto thought, wondering if he'd been turned into a mere memory, and he snatched one up that had a fresh, bright-eyed female idol on the front, smiling innocently with her manicured hand pressed cutely to her face. Yuck. This was for girls.
But he was usually featured as an afterthought in girls' magazines….
He flipped through it desperately, disappointed when he realized it was about a girl idol-group thinking about splitting up to pursue solo careers. Ugh, who cared? Next.
He put it down and sighed when he reached for his last choice. A celebrity gossip magazine.
Some no-name movie director was shown holding some woman's hand on the front, her face blurred, and Seto wrinkled his nose in disgust as he flipped it open, hating the layout, hating the colors and the ugly paparazzi photos.
Nothing here about Seto Kaiba or Kaiba Corporation.
He stuck it back into the shelf, staring at the tiny date printed at the bottom.
July 14th….1996.
Wh—
He wasn't even alive at this time! This explained the lack of screens everywhere, and if he recalled, there was a clunky retro TV in the bar's breakroom which he paid no attention to, because it was an old piece of junk, even for this time.
"Miyo…chan?!" A man skidded to a halt by the sliding glass doors of the convenience store and his mouth dropped open in a full gape.
Uh… Do I know you?! I'm Higuchi, remember? Seto thought sourly, crossing his arms and realizing something soft was in the way.
Breasts.
Shocked, he glanced down at himself and found himself dressed exactly like the girl on the magazine cover he'd just picked up, and …guessing by the way the man was gaping at him, he probably looked like her too. Shit.
SHIT.
He did not want to wear a celebrity's face right now!
He needed to be incognito enough to follow Yami to the secondary party location.
Shit.
Author's note:
lmaoo seto is shapeshifting and isn't realizing it…