Four days passed in a whirlwind of excess spending and eating in the city.
Yugi wanted to hear all the stories about lair life, even the bad ones, which Grandpa was conveniently absent for.
Day one they went eating on the town, only managing to spend one and half gold.
Day two, they went shopping on the town, managing to spend a good 5 gold total.
Day three, stuffing themselves. More shopping. Filling the pantry with winter necessities, buying extra everything that they needed before–towels, emergency supplies, candles, extra soap–things they previously scrimped on before, they now had a couple extra at all times.
It really made Yami realize they were poor in an extreme way.
Seto had spoiled him.
Day four was passing in a flash, and they spent it organizing and cleaning their home to make room for all the new items.
"Better fix your closet," Yami laughed as he stared at all the stacks of clothes draped over the backs of chairs, all still with tags attached.
"I will tomorrow," Yugi chirped, giving his twin a beaming smile, his heart soaring. "Grandpa says he'll help."
Yami smiled and eyed the stack of new boots and summer shoes on a metal rack by the door, feeling a wave of relief, followed by a tinge of anxiety. He wanted to ask Yugi if they should all move into the mountains, but the more days that passed, the more he realized that question was harder to ask.
Yugi clearly did not want to leave and neither did Grandpa.
The prospect of extra money launched Yugi into a hopeful rant about expanding their game shop, so Yami spent the last three days quietly accepting that Yugi would not want to live in the mountains with him.
His departure was looming over them, and Yami knew Yugi was on the verge of asking when he would leave, because it was now after dinner on the fourth night.
"Man, that Demon Lord delivery guy sure isn't coming to pick you up, huh?" Yugi joked as he was patting the covers down around his body and Yami smiled at him from the bunk across the way, pointing at a shimmering orb of light floating down from the ceiling.
Oh. Well, he just had to freaking jinx it.
Yugi gripped the sheets and regretted saying anything at all, the tears welling up hot and fast in his eyes as Yami rose out of bed to walk towards the shining portal. W-Wait, but…
"I'll be back, maybe even once a week. Once every two weeks? On Fridays," Yami gave Yugi a reassuring nod, pointing inside the portal to show an idyllic view of a grassy field dotted with white wildflowers, and Yugi stared at the mirage. "The dragon can cast portals like this and we walk through them like doors," Yami explained patiently, as he put one leg into the scenery beyond and gave Yugi a cheerful wave. "See you next week, okay? If you miss me, just leave me notes on my desk. I'll write back."
Yugi nodded silently and lost his voice when he saw a shimmering silver dragon sitting in the grass beyond, waiting for his twin, and his heart clenched harder when he saw Yami's figure go running towards the dragon to give it a hug around the neck. OH, wow.
Yami turned around one last time to wave at Yugi through the portal and saw his twin wave back limply. Then he turned around to give Seto a breathless smile, "mission accomplished?"
"Mission accomplished 3 days ago," Seto said with a small smirk, and Yami gave him an emotionless blink. "Found him on day one trying to cross the bridge into the city. Got his scroll and silenced him. Problem solved."
Impressed, Yami slid down into a sitting position onto the warm grass, appreciating the change of scenery as he beamed at Seto and said, "thank you for giving me so much time with him. I'd like to visit him more, if I'm allowed…"
Seto nodded his magnificent head. Why wouldn't he allow it?
He'd been watching from the sidelines for the past three days, listening to all their conversations, watching them eat and laugh together. Heartwarming.
"I'm grateful for your patience…and …Where are we?!" Yami hugged Seto's neck again and enjoyed the warm sun panning down his back, glancing around at their surroundings, noting the rolling green hills with a few trees lining the edges, and flat, sloping mountains framed by a speckle of white clouds. Was this place real?!
The air was crisp.
He took a deeper breath and let it out happily.
Was this a floor in someone's lair?! Better not be Bakura's.
"This is the Adriatic coast," Seto settled down onto the soft grass and enjoyed Yami's ecstatic expressions. "Take a nap in this grass. This is one of my favorite spots to be."
"Which dragon's coast?" Yami joked, and Seto gave him a look with his crystal blue reptilian eyes glinting in the sunlight.
"We're in the mediterranean–"
"I'll read a book and a map!" Yami exclaimed, already knowing his limited knowledge of the world's countries was off-putting to a great, wise being like Seto.
He slid into a sitting position right by Seto's body and leaned his head back until his ear bumped the edge of a wing, and he was nearly blinded by the glistening sparkle of scales in a tight, linear pattern.
Marveling at Seto in a proper light, Yami passed his hand down Seto's stomach and felt him shifting aside to let him have a better feel.
"Wow…" Yami murmured, craning his neck to glance up at Seto's head which was miles above him, and the towering horns added to his already majestic height. Beautiful. Incredible.
This creature was all his! Now there were dirty thoughts running through his head.
Seto basked in Yami's admiration and flicked his head sassily, glancing down at Yami in the grass beneath him, shading him a little with a curve of his wing as he spoke, "would you like a ride?" That glowing expression made him feel good.
"Yes I would," Yami breathed, curling up closer to Seto's lower body and pressed his cheek against the flat expanse of scales that was warming up from the sun. He wanted to test the limits of Seto's magic and wasn't sure how to ask.
Seto rose to his feet and shook himself off and lowered his head so Yami could climb on, and he waited, but Yami merely sat there and gave him a look with dark, glazed eyes.
"I want to play a game…" Yami whispered, his heart racing and his blood running hot at the thought. "Can you protect my body with magic?" Mainly his hole.
"You're already magic-protected," Seto reassured him, wondering why Yami was afraid of falling off, when earlier, he'd been sleeping so carefree, half-hanging off his neck. "What do you want to play?"
Odd request, but he'd comply. He loved exploring this newfound bond with Yami.
"Hide-and-seek, and…chase," Yami grinned, standing to dust himself off and hoping Seto would play along with him. "Because you shouldn't hesitate to enjoy any humans who dare mess with you. Weren't you taking a really nice nap in your favorite spot before you were woken rudely by a human poking at you?"
Seto blinked slowly.
What the hell was Yami talking about?
None of this happened!
"You sure taught him a good hard lesson…in your magnificent dragon form," Yami trembled, wondering if he was wishing for death as he gave Seto's underbelly a suggestive rub. "Without any regard to how he'd heal from it afterwards."
Then he took off running into the meadow beyond, aiming to find a large tree to hide behind. There was one, a few yards away, so he ducked behind the trunk, panting and catching his breath, his heart racing like mad in his chest.
W-Would Seto understand?!
"Yami? Why are you…." hiding, Seto realized in an instant what Yami wanted and he bit back a nervous shiver. Interesting.
Bakura loved boasting about sex play, so this was it, right?
Seto nodded to himself and ran a few protective spells through his head, slowly understanding what Yami really wanted. Hide-and-Seek…then a chase. And his instructions were to treat the human without mercy.
He laid his head down in the grass and closed his eyes, stretching out completely, splaying his tail out behind him and tucking his arms and legs underneath his body. Did Yami want to climb him? He was bursting full of questions but very excited at the same time.
He waited for a long while, almost actually dozing off before he caught himself and opened one eye, looking in the distance, seeing Yami's spiky head of hair peeking at him from behind the trunk. Oh, wow. Yami wanted him to really be asleep?
Alright then…
He shifted in his 'sleep' and stuck one leg out and rolled his head to the side.
There. Asleep, but more like dead. His sleeping pose wasn't really this way at all.
He felt the grass rippling from the wind, and relaxed. This was nice…
Then he heard soft footsteps approaching him from behind, and his tail was poked at with a sharp stick. His claws tensed and his annoyance surged for real. Come on, Yami. Really?
Yami continued to prod the dragon with the end of the tiny stick he'd found on the ground by the tree, snickering to himself and knowing he'd pay wondrously for this later. If he knew Seto at all, he knew Seto enjoyed being treated with respect, so to do the opposite would really make him mad.
"Wow, how much would one of these go for?" Yami asked callously, tapping his shoe against the edge of a shiny claw without bothering to keep his voice down. Circling around the front of the dragon's head, Yami bent over Seto's horns and let out a huff. "It's ugly," and he continued on his way around the other side of the dragon's body, seeing Seto visibly tense in anger.
I'll really show him no mercy! Seto cried as he silently cast four to five resilience and protection spells onto Yami's body while the human marched past him and continued to prod him with the stick, making no effort to whisper.
Just when Yami stepped over Seto's tail to get around it, he was swept off his feet with one sweeping blow and he landed on his ass with a weak cough. Ow…
Wait. No pain….?
Intrigued, Yami dusted himself off and decided to go for his classic insult, "...stupid dragon moving in it's sleep–" and sure enough, Seto raised his head and towered over him, blocking out the sun in one long shadow that sent a real pang of fear through Yami's chest. Oh. He looked mad….but really actually mad. There was a sizzle of white lightning crackling out of his slitted eyes. AAAAAAHHH!
"Hey, dragon. I'm…really sorry. Didn't realize you were awake," Yami said blithely, and then turned to sprint back towards the trees for safety, knowing he wouldn't get far.
Something caught him around the ankle and his chest landed in the grass with a rough oof! And he was dragged backwards across the terrain on his stomach while he squirmed and put up a huge playfight, yelling, "help! Someone help! ….ANYONE!" He dug his hands into the grass as Seto was pulling him along, and he only got two fistfuls of dirt while his ankle remained trapped in the curl of Seto's tail.
Wow.
Seto had really dexterous control of his tail–
"You really want to die today, huh?" Seto raged, his anger melting instantly when he saw Yami give him a real look of fear through his pretty, angular eyes before Yami's expression melted into one he was more familiar with–angry determination.
"I don't taste good," Yami said flippantly, raising one shoulder in a shrug. "You don't eat humans. I know this for a fact. You enjoy the cooked meat of cows, and goats."
"You're right. We don't eat humans," Seto sneered, leaning his head down closer to Yami's face, flicking out his forked tongue to taste the cold sweat on his brow, his head rushing with an odd triumphant high. "We use them."
Yami swallowed and struggled to remain unfazed, but his voice trembled for real. "O-Oh yeah?"
Seto grinned maniacally and relished in Yami's half-pretend fear, because he could hear Yami's heart humming with an electric excitement again, so he acted on instinct, doing something he'd always wanted to do a human–scare the living shit out of them by snapping at their arms and legs.
"AH! HELP!" Yami rolled away this way and that while he was trapped underneath the two, towering barrels of Seto's front legs. The edge of Seto's teeth caught on the hem of his jacket, making him freeze. W-Wait wait wait– His sleeve tore and half his jacket went flying off over the dragon's shoulder. Aw, was Seto going to buy him a new one?!
He rolled to the left, intent on trying to crawl out from underneath Seto's body but froze when he saw a thick, ridged penis protruding from underneath, and he was staring right into the pointed head of it. WOW.
Sharp teeth grabbed him by the hem of his shirt so roughly, it tore, and then his pants were ripped off in the same way, the teeth almost catching on his skin, giving him a real pang of fear again.
He was now pretty much naked, with his clothes in tatters. His pant leg hanging onto his ankle by a cuff, his underwear intact, but his shirt and shoes all gone.
Thankful that the sun was shining so warmly, Yami gulped visibly and gave Seto a trembling smile from the grass below.
"T-Truce? I'll apologize, and you'll…let me go…"
Seto let out a laugh that shook the meadow and Yami secretly marveled at the sheer power.
"Now that you're here, you're going to entertain me," Seto said as he sat back on his haunches to show off his impressive length between his legs, watching the color rise to Yami's face in a dark flush, and that flattered him immensely. "You want to touch it? Go ahead. You have my permission this time." He wondered if he'd even feel anything.
Yami was so tiny.
But the other dragons had transformed sex all the time, so how did it feel?
He was so curious.
Yami scoffed and turned his head to the side, knowing his blush was giving him away, but he lied valiantly, "As if I want any part of that. Let me go. That's my final offer."
"Okay," Seto curled his tail around and hoisted Yami in the air by the ankle, dangling him upside down for fun and enjoying the loud yelling. This torture was immensely fun. It was a great outlet for him to enact what he really wanted to try doing to humans but never had the chance to because he was bound by the laws of the clan.
If this went well, he might insist all their play sessions go this way.
Yami's ears hummed as he was swung like a doll from his leg and folded his arms to show he wasn't easily bullied. Seto leaned in and gave him a little shake, baring his sharp teeth and flicking out his forked tongue to taste the sweat on his stomach, and that made Yami break character in an instant.
He let out a shuddering laugh, "t-that tickles–" and that's when he knew he lost.
Seto tore his underwear off by hooking the band around the edge of his fangs, and Yami was alarmed to see he was erect, even from all that swinging, and he was still being hung upside down while Seto cruelly teased him by flicking his forked tongue out to barely graze his dick, it drove Yami mad, so he began shouting again, his body burning with a white-hot fire because he wasn't being touched properly.
Seto ignored the shouting and stabbed the tip of his tongue into the slit of Yami's dick and finally, the noise stopped. Yami stiffened and began to beg, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, "wait, please. That felt good. You can do it again… Dragon?!"
And when would he be right-side up again?
His question was answered when he was dropped without warning, and he fell sideways through the air, so he yelled for appearances, "HELP ME, SOMEONE!" And he landed on the grass below with a thump on his side, his elbow landing down first, but nothing hurt, and it was soft underneath his body. Cool magic!
Well, he had an opening underneath Seto's body, a straight-shot through the underside of his body. Seto wouldn't be able to turn around in time to catch him with his mouth.
Jumping to his feet, Yami winced when his erection pulsed happily when he took off running between Seto's legs, ducking underneath the large penis and laughing.
Seto felt Yami running underneath him and he resisted the urge to just…sit down and squash him. The goal wasn't death.
The goal was sex…
So the moment Yami passed his hind leg, he curled his tail around to grab Yami again, but Yami leapt over it and kept running.
Oh, nimble are we? Seto yawned absently and darted his tail out with precision, whipping it straight into the tightness of Yami's hole and curling down onto his pleasure spot, using that as an anchor point to drag him slowly back across the grass while Yami gasped and whimpered pitifully, thrashing his legs and locking them around his tail while completely grinned and slowly withdrew his tail, seeing Yami shudder and convulse forward in the grass on his side, his penis spurting white liquid. Aw, already? He darted his tail out again and thrust it into Yami's hole with vicious glee, "what's wrong? Can't run away now?" And he prodded upwards as far as he dared before he changed his mind and continued torturing the tiny spot he knew was right underneath Yami's balls. If he pressed down in the right angle….
Yami spasmed again and his vision went white. W-What an incredible feeling! The end of Seto's tail wasn't as thick, so it managed to reach high places inside him and twist around, making his legs twitch and spasm while he writhed in the grass, covered in his own cum, feeling a mini headache building behind his ears from the two, sudden rough orgasms.
This sex was better than all the other times they'd done it. Seto was really into this premise.
He was pushed up onto his knees by one claw supporting him upright across his chest, his head spun, and he was pinched up in the air when Seto grabbed him with two fingers and dangled his limp, wet, lower body over the tip of his ridged length jutting out from underneath his body, Yami decided to put up one last fight, just to be memorable.
"It won't fit. You'll kill me. You'll tear me in half!" Yami raged, and he kicked out at the penis with his bare feet, hearing Seto hiss and flick his tongue out at him again.
"Don't make me electrocute you, human. Stay still and you might enjoy this."
"I won't!" Yami announced loudly, and he winced when he was placed right up against it, his cheek squished right up beside the base of the pointed head, the musky scent overpowering. W-What the hell…..?!
Seto's tail came curling around his body, sandwiching him to the shaft, and he was being moved up and down against it while Seto threw his head back to enjoy the feeling, and Yami's amazement rose. He was being used as a toy?!
"Free my arms! I'll…touch you now…." Yami ventured, and Seto's tail unfurled around him to allow him to inch his arms free, making it easier for him to throw his arms around the erection.
He hugged Seto's penis right up against his bare chest, his heart exploding with wonder as he wrapped his ankles around it too, his legs barely meeting around the back. Wow….WOW!
"Hey, let go," Seto said sourly, annoyed that the rubbing sensations stopped because Yami was just stuck on him.
"Make me," Yami said wickedly, and he eyed the tip of Seto's tail coming for him again, and he closed his eyes to brace himself, his body rubbing against the ridged sides of Seto's shaft while his cheek passed over the soft head, and the tail underneath him was shoving into his hole was moving with vigor, not giving him a second to breathe.
It was filling him up until he had to keep his mouth open to gasp for air, the back of his throat tight because he swore the tail was fucking him inside out. He stayed clinging onto Seto's enormous dragon dick and found himself sliding higher and higher along it, with Seto trying to pleasure himself too, but…
I'm not moving enough…Yami realized through his orgasmic haze and emptied himself weakly when he felt the tail give him another rough thrust that made his ears ring.
The slit of Seto's dick was centimeters away from his cheek, and Yami tilted his head curiously, calling out, "wait! I have an idea! Let me kneel on your tail while I touch your thing."
My thing?! Seto thought deliriously, but he complied, flattening his tail so Yami could kneel on it and then grabbed the head of his dick with both hands…only to shove his semi-erection into the hole, giving him a spasm of hot, fiery pleasure that made his head numb. W-Wait….
"Is it good?" Yami grinned and his knee almost went sliding off the edge of the tail. His stomach caught against the tip of Seto's leaking dick and he let out a nervousuff! And a wetness smeared across his ribcage.
"Careful!" Seto broke character for a second and lowered his head to nudge Yami back onto his tail, and somehow couldn't move his head away, because Yami was now hanging onto his horns for support and trying to reinsert himself into the slit of his dick with a determined huff.
Seto held his breath, his head trapped at an awkward, tucked angle, being forced to watch Yami shove his dick into the slit of his dick, seeing Yami's hands reaching down to pucker the edges, sending a violent jolt of something new and delicious snaking down his entire body, Seto's body trembled.
"...Tight!" Yami tried to smile, but he was using all his energy to thrust into the tight hole, hanging onto Seto's horns with both his hands for support while he shoved himself forward into the lovely entrance with reckless abandon.
His palms were clammy and his grip slipped on one side of Seto's horns, and to his rising incredulity, the tip of Seto's tail was curving back around to find his ass and shoved into him with a hard thrust, pressing him stomach-first, balls-deep into the tight hole, and Yami parted his mouth, going cross-eyed from the extreme pleasure.
W-What a feeling!
He was being filled from behind while his dick was trapped inside Seto's dick slit, and his arm holding onto Seto's horn was growing steadily numb.
If this was an extreme way to live and have sex, he might've unlocked it with Seto here today.
Seto was lost in a pleasurable haze of new, electric sensations. Yami's breath was grazing over the top of his nose, and a soft kiss was pressed there before Yami went right back to fucking the tip of his dick to give him intense, pressure-filled pangs that gathered low in his stomach and made his ears ring tinny. Incredible! Yami was now crab-latched onto his dick with his legs spread, his ass pink from nicely taking his tail, and Seto withdrew slowly to only enjoy the steady thrusts Yami was giving him, making his entire dick leak again and then pulse with a warning wave of ecstasy.
"Yami…" Seto struggled to say it, and couldn't remove Yami away from his dick fast enough. He ended up falling on all fours in the grass, shuddering and curling forward while Yami pounded into his dick with an impressive energy, laughing at him.
"Is it good? I'm inside you!" Yami cried gleefully, his dick sore, his legs sore, his ass sore, his stomach sore, and his vision was coated with a thick splurt of white goop that suddenly spouted from the hole he was fucking.
Seto spasmed happily and drenched Yami in his cum from head to toe, so much that he was unrecognizable. He was merely a vertical blob.
Gasping for breath but catching a noseful and mouthful of cum, Yami coughed and began to choke. He couldn't really breathe–!
Seto cleaned him up with a dash of magic, and Yami found himself healed, and then gently lowered onto the grass beside Seto's leg.
Spent and satisfied, Yami collapsed sideways and merely laid there, the afternoon sun roasting his entire exposed front, he wondered if he'd get a tan.
Seto curled around him protectively and let him lay his head on the base of his tail, and cradled him against his body, nuzzling his nose into the spikes of Yami's bangs.
"Wow, dragon, your tail is amazing," Yami talked to the tip of Seto's tail by his ankle instead, stroking it with the base of his foot, feeling Seto tense in shock again, and he laughed.
"Do you even like me?" Seto's insecurities came out in a rush again, and Yami gazed lovingly up at him, his angular eyes glinting with mischief.
"I do! Wasn't that amazing?!"
Seto nodded and closed his eyes, speechless from that entire ordeal. Well, now he had a story to tell Bakura and Joey if they ever wanted to trade sex events.