Yami followed the human across the street and was handed a face covering, which he dutifully hooked over his ears and pressed down around his nose, knowing it wouldn't do much for him, but he did it anyway to blend in.
"Is something in the air here?" Yami asked conversationally when they stopped at a crossing, and Seto reached into the old man's cloth bag, searching for something that would resemble a phone. Thankfully, he found it easily, and it looked like one of his Kaiba Corp phones, except longer and sleeker, but it still had the mirror-like finish on the back that he loved so much.
Nice to know that his tech design choices had longevity.
He gripped the sides and saw a notification pop up, side-touch activated! and then the phone spoke to him, "voice assistance, on! Nishio-san, how can we assist you?"
"Ah, your pocket pixy?" Yami asked again, trying to have a normal interaction with the human who appeared to be distracted easily.
"No. It's a phone, and its…dumb," Seto scowled at it. The device recognized his face ID, and it unlocked instantly to show a clear schedule. The old man was due for a nap in 1 hour after he returned home.
Yami watched the crossing light turn green, and then red, and then green again from how long they'd been standing on the corner. A couple of people passed them, also wearing the mask covering their lower faces and not making eye contact as they walked by, carrying a dark aura about their shoulders, so he nudged the human and asked once more, "is there something in the air?"
"Yes, an illness. If you breathe it in, you die painfully," Seto explained badly as he read the dark red notification that was a permanent banner on top of the phone.
"DUE TO THE PANDEMIC, THE CURFEW FOR ELDERLY CITIZENS WILL BE IN EFFECT FROM 11am – 4pm. IF YOU FAIL TO CHECK-IN AT HOME, A PUBLIC HEALTH CARE ASSISTANT WILL PERFORM A WELLNESS CHECK AT YOUR ADDRESS."
C-Curfew?! Fuck you! Seto almost wanted to throw the phone but reminded himself to keep his cool because it was currently his most useful device.
"Is it that serious?" Yami was still asking meaningless questions beside him, and Seto decided a hotel was not in their sights for the day. This timeline was too unpredictable with a pandemic happening. Some shit was going down, and he didn't even know if hotels would be open to accommodate impromptu guests, much less foreigners, and Yami looked very foreign.
They stood together in awkward silence while Seto swiped around on the phone in a desperate bid for more information while Yami leaned on the sidewalk railing, aiming his gaze up at the hazy, cloudy sky, thinking he was being awfully selfish for spending time with this stranger human with the promise of pleasure instead of more time with Seto who needed him more.
Seto was aware Yami was bored, but he couldn't help it because he was consumed by the news stream on his phone. The headlines were all chilling.
"Devastating flood in Atami-shi, Shizuoka prefecture—20 still missing, 3 found dead"
"Sudden earthquake shakes Zengzhou, China, cracking dams and the water causing an explosion in a nearby metal factory—citizens trapped in a flooded train with water up to their necks for hours. 8 died."
"Strange pandemic-related side-effect: killer black fungus—first thousand cases found in India"
"The United States of America in maskless violence and race-related turmoil: What is 'BLM'?"
"Protests and riots erupt across France as vaccination centers are defaced—citizens refuse to participate in 'vaccine genocide'."
H-HELP?! Seto cried to himself as he forced himself to stop scrolling.
It just got worse the more he read.
The entire world was going to shit apparently. There was a vaccine, but half the world was rejecting it. He was beginning to prefer it back in his own dimension, even if he'd spend it in a child's body.
"Do you need help?" Yami asked seriously as he leaned into the human gently to hook his arm through the man's arm. "Perhaps I should get you home." His guilt was at an all-time high now. The old man was frozen on the crosswalk, consumed with his helper pixie.
"Yep. If I can figure out where home is," Seto breathed as he accessed the phone's privacy information and found the old man's address listed in the saved GPS settings. He remembered the street easily and glanced up, noticing the crosswalk lights were beaming yellow, so he raced across the street, feeling Yami follow him closely, trying to read his phone intrusively around his arm.
"Will that pocket pixy tell you where your home is?" Yami asked curiously as he saw more humans beginning to file out of a hole in the ground, and he stopped to watch, fascinated. There were so many of them, and they were all dressed the same.
Seto grit his teeth and ignored the hoard of businessmen who had exited from the nearby train station and continued down the sidewalk, feeling his phone buzz in his hand as a red alert notification flooded the screen.
ALERT: 3 HOURS UNTIL ELDERLY CURFEW IN EFFECT! Please begin to head home!
I hate this goddamn world, Seto growled as he stalked forward and kept the phone in his palm, seeing it buzz to life with another notification. Thankfully, this one was a text message, but it beamed upwards from the phone in enlarged text, most likely for the old man's failing eyes.
"GR NDPAAAAA1111! Hope you get home from work soon, ok? Love you! I'm going to school now! Love you please reply or I'm sending mom to check on you! Love you!"
"Love you too," Seto growled at the screen, and saw his text bubble up on the projection as a reply, so he added, "already on my way home. Please don't worry."
A playful response popped up as they turned a corner and walked down a deserted street towards a towering block of apartment buildings, "GRANDP SAYS PLEASE hahahaha :emoji: :moving emoji: :pointing laughter: ok bye! :waving:"
Seto hissed under his breath, and his mood soured quickly. He was meddling in this man's life and needed to exit this body immediately, but Yami didn't want to leave him alone. Dammit.
His GPS told him to take a set of stairs through a metal gate to his right, so he approached the gate, and it unlocked immediately after sensing him, and that talked to him too.
"Welcome home, Nishio-san. Please make your way to your unit and check-in immediately! Thank you"
Gross, Seto thought ruefully as he stomped up the steps and eyed the plain gray doors, all fitted with doorbell cameras that was as large as his fist, so much that the lens looked like a round window.
Damn…
This future…really sucked.
His phone trilled in his hand and chimed, "you have arrived at your destination."
Great. And he didn't know which unit was his.
They all looked the same.
Yami broke out into a cold sweat beside the old man and seriously considered going home after making sure this human made it to his dwelling, because after listening to his thoughts, the man sounded mentally unstable.
Seto approached the first door and the entire rim around the camera turned red, so he swallowed his fear and walked down the hallway to the next door, and thankfully, that camera turned light blue, and Seto thought he saw the KC logo stamped into the metal rim of the giant lens. Yep. It was his logo. Interesting. He did exist in this universe. Dare he try to find himself? Or would that break some time-space-magic law he wasn't aware of?
The door unlocked, and Yami stayed apprehensively by the bevel, itching to leave.
He watched the human bend forward to take off his shoes, loop the face mask under his chin, so Yami did the same, assuming it was safe to breathe the air inside the dwelling. The human offered him a pair of softer shoes, and he shook his head.
"You must be tired," Yami said gently, and he thought he saw the human's eyelid twitch, so he hastily added, "Thank you for the wonderful time."
Alright then, Jesus. Fuck off already, Seto growled as he tried to shut the door, but then saw the stricken expression Yami wore when he heard that thought, and his heart skipped a guilty beat. Shit.
"You can come in," Seto said coldly, pulling the door back further and stepping aside in the foyer. "Please come in."
Please usually worked.
Yami hesitated and fought with himself immensely before relenting and stepping inside, deciding he would leave after making sure the human wouldn't hurt himself.
Seto glanced around the half-messy apartment and guessed that the old man was well off, but was stifling himself in some way, because there were piles of unorganized mess on small end tables and the coffee table, but pristine-clean dining table and kitchen countertops.
What was going on in this guy's head?
"Please sit," Seto instructed flatly, and his voice caught painfully when he saw a photo of his own face on the cover of a magazine, sitting in plain view on the coffee table. S-SHIT.
He drove for it hastily moved to shove it between the mess of the other magazines, barely glancing at the title that made his blood run cold.
"KAIBA SETO—RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD—How Japan's economy is faring now due to his involvement with…"
And he couldn't read the rest fast enough, but he'd seen enough.
He'd become a menace in this universe and had possibly knowingly contributed to the awfulness they were living in now. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Yami sat down on the couch obediently and caught a familiar face on a magazine beside him and held it up with an air of amusement. It was a small child with brown hair and blue eyes whose hand was being held by a fat man wearing a red suit, and he was about to translate the title when the book was snatched out of his hand by the old man.
"Uninteresting, gossip garbage. You don't want to read that," Seto snapped, hating how he saw another familiar face on the cover, and his skin crawled when he saw yet another magazine about Seto Kaiba in the stack, which Yami was looking at now, and it was an image of himself as a teen. An old photo of him stepping out of his white supercar, his face half-visible from behind the car's B-pillar, and Seto froze when he realized…. These stacks of papers were all…Seto Kaiba paraphernalia!
This old man was somehow obsessed with Seto Kaiba. Or Kaiba Corporation.
He couldn't tell which. Because now that he looked, the TV mounted on the wall was KC brand, the hanging lights in the kitchen were KC brand, the curtains had tiny, silver KC logos on them, and hell, even the slippers he wore on his feet were stamped with the tiny KC in the lower corner. W-What the fuck….!
"Interesting mount," Yami said quietly as he fanned through the car magazine, and Seto took this chance to pick up the entire stack of magazines from the end tables and set them on the ground, draping a stray blanket over them and moving to do the same for the other stack.
Letting Yami inside this home was dangerous.
Or not? Did everyone's homes look like this now?
Was this what it looked like to live in a Seto Kaiba supremacy?
"Is this a common face in your species?" Yami continued to ask as he held up a glossy photo of a beautiful man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a sharp black suit standing beside a white, angular mount with four wheels, and Seto nearly had a heart attack seeing his own face blown up so large and glossy.
His stomach turned and he swiped for it, growling under his breath, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Yami held it out of his grasp and turned the page curiously, trying his question again, "Is this man one person, or many? Does everyone want to look like this? I notice you have changed your hair from black to brown. Is it a trend? You're wearing blue cosmetic eyes as well. Are these desirable traits to have right now?"
H-He doesn't understand the concept of a celebrity, Seto thought dryly as he scanned the rest of the house for more KC shit, and then realized he didn't know how to check in. God…dammit.
He dug out his phone and tapped on it frantically, deciding to message the child who had called him Grandpa, "hey kid. How do I check in? I forgot"
And predictably, he got an answer immediately, popping vertically above his screen in large text, "NOT FUNNY OJIICHAN. Did you avoid the scanner on your front door again? IM SENDING MOM OVER THERE I SWEAR"
"I let it scan me," Seto replied calmly, and the message from the kid bubbled up on the screen lightning fast.
"OK. GOOD 0MG now stop texting me in the middle of homeroom. You owe me 2500 yen"
Okay, greedy brat, Seto rolled his eyes and stopped when he realized it was probably inflation, so 2,500 yen might be only 500 yen to kids here. He didn't know.
But the child's answer made his skin crawl too.
This old man purposely avoided the scanner. Why?
He probably knew more about technology than he let on…given all the Kaiba Corp shit that was everywhere in his apartment. Maybe he should look more into the old man's wallet, since that was where he gained the most information the first time around, but his priority was getting rid of Yami, who seemed quite happy not leaving.
Seto dug around in the bag he was carrying and pulled out his wallet again, flipping it open and seeing his thumbprint scanned along the inside of the fold, and his heart skipped a terrified beat. Uh, holy shit?! This old man had quiet technology in his stuff! Paranoid old geezer!
He found the ID card, an expired driver's license, and a pension card, all tucked together in a trifold, and he read them all with his ears humming with disbelief.
This old man had been a Kaiba Corporation employee, but had not picked up his old person's check in 17 months, based on the red dots lining the edge of the digital card that said, "PENDING PICKUP! PLEASE SEE ATTENDANT AT COUNTER #34b!"
He was refusing Kaiba Corp retirement money on principle.
…I'm that terrible?! Seto reeled, and then mentally reminded himself that Yami could hear his thoughts.
Yami perked up and addressed the thought directly, because he was tired of being ignored. "Yes. Why aren't you taking payment that you directly earned? I am wondering too."
"I'll answer that question…in ten minutes. Start counting down," Seto said flatly as he paced a solid circle in front of the TV before he knelt and emptied the old man's bag onto the coffee table, and everything rolled out with a soft clatter.
Piles of napkins.
Headache medicine.
Physical house keys that had rust on them.
A giant chain of USB sticks connected on one hoop ring.
A pack of unopened cigarettes.
A photo of an old woman in sheer plastic.
A box of mints from the convenience store.
Okay… This makes more sense, Seto grabbed the hoop ring of USB sticks and on second thought, shook the pack of cigarettes, surprised to find that it was light. What? It wasn't full of cigarettes, but it looked wrapped on the outside.
Something had to be in here.
He snatched both up and walked into the old man's bedroom, unsurprised to see boring, plain sheets, more KC curtains, a medium desk with a single silver KC laptop, and an orthopedic foot rest. Sitting down at the desk, he pried the laptop open, and it unlocked instantly via facial scan, and his skin crawled, but he ignored it.
He stuck the USBs in the laptop one at a time, dismayed to discover they were all empty.
They were blanks. Why?!
So many fucking questions.
He turned his attention to the cigarette box and looked for a way to open it without disturbing the packaging. After turning the small box over in his hand a few times, he found the tiny plastic slip that allowed him to inch the wrapper off without breaking it, and he set it aside to gently pry open the paper box, seeing another photo fall out, and Seto's heart clenched strangely at the sight of two young men in the photo wearing school uniforms, shaking hands, but their fingers were resting atop each other's in a way that looked…more intimate, and Seto swallowed when he realized this man probably led double, maybe triple lives. Who the fuck was this guy?!
Am I falling too deeply into this man's life?! Seto wondered faintly as he gently pieced the cigarette box back together and set everything neatly atop the closed laptop, struggling with himself.
His priority was getting rid of Yami and then going home.
He didn't belong here anymore. This probably wasn't even his timeline—the one that he'd died in, because the Seto Kaiba here was alive and well, taking over the world with an iron fist apparently.
Yami appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and peered around with an air of interest, eyeing the bed with obvious intent before giving him a wide smile that almost looked evil.
"What are you doing in here all by yourself?" Yami asked casually as he leaned against the door, watching the human sit silently at the desk, clearly unsure of himself. "Is there something I can help you with before I leave?"
Aw, he really doesn't want to leave me alone, Seto thought sarcastically as he resigned himself to having sex in this body one last time before Yami left for good.
He got up slowly to sit on the edge of the bed and leveled his gaze with Yami's dark violet eyes before he relented and patted the spot beside him.
Yami took the invitation immediately and stepped into the room to sit down beside him, unhooking the mask from off his face, tucking it into his robes with a solemn air, trying to find something to say to fill the silence, but a cold hand on his arm made his throat close up with excitement when the human's eyes gleamed mischievously at him, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss.
"Let's do it again, better this time," Seto vowed as he pushed Yami down on the bed and hovered excitedly above him, diving down to capture his lips and enjoying the plush, pillowy softness as he felt Yami sigh and lock his arms around his neck to pull him closer, so Seto bunched the edges of Yami's robes up the sides of his body before sliding his palms up Yami's chest to land on the button, blindly trying to unhook it. Yami pulled away breathlessly to unclasp the cloak and shrugged it aside, his body on fire as warm lips gave him soft, loving caresses, and the wonderful curl of a hot tongue in his mouth made him shiver.
Seto smiled into the kiss and went straight for Yami's belt, leaning into it with more confidence now that the heated feelings came back in a rush, and he was eager to feel it again. He backed up onto the bed and Yami followed him excitedly, climbing on top of his legs to straddle him comfortably. While undoing Yami's pants, Seto enjoyed the way his heart pounded thickly in his ears when Yami's teeth grazed the shell of his ear, followed by a playful whisper, "I recall you like this feeling, because you did it to me," and a hard bite landed on the upper shell, sending a white-hot jolt of fire down his chest."
H-Holy shit…
"…More," Seto breathed, his mouth moving against his will as his skin burned with excitement, and his arousal throbbed almost painfully, so he hastily struggled to get his own pants off while secretly cursing himself for not keeping the used bottle of lube from the convenience store.
Wait…
"You're full of magic, right?" Seto asked through the rough kisses, and Yami nodded with half-lidded eyes through the heavy haze of bliss that washed over him every time their mouths connected.
"Make a liquid that is similar to what we used earlier. Hurry up," Seto insisted, not caring that he was going to blow his cover, but Yami didn't appear to ponder it much before materializing a small bubble of the slippery clear fluid.
"Is this correct?" Yami asked with a frown, and the bubble was swiped from him so fast, he barely had time to finish the spell and close his hand. W-What impatience! And he shuddered with a mixture of surprise and joy when the human reached between his legs and gave his hole another tight rub with the tips of his fingers.
"You said less fingers? Just sit on me then," Seto demanded impishly as he coated his own dick with the generous glob of lube, feeling it pool down beneath his balls. Yami nodded and rested his hands atop the human's shoulders for support as he eased his hole over the slick erection, followed by a wonderful, searing heat that made his head spin and his stomach clench.
Seto bit the inside of his cheek and felt his eyes water as his dick was engulfed with such tightness, it made him want to cum instantly, but he held out with effort and let out a low growl, wrapping his arms around Yami's slender hips to push his back down onto the mattress while he thrust himself in a few times, listening to Yami gasp and squirm happily underneath him.
Yami threw his head back as his body was assaulted with a series of sensations that all felt different from the previous encounter. The angle was different, perhaps, because every stiff thrust brought on a wonderful curl of pleasure and tightness in his lower abdomen that drove him mad. There was a raw heat coming from below at their connection, and every time he was entered, his tip leaked dangerously, and the human anticipated this, so a fist came slamming down atop his stiffness to give him a few rough pumps, making him spasm with a dry orgasm before his hole was stretched warmly and he was repeatedly filled again, and again, sometimes so much that he could feel the wonderful softness from the human's parts grazing along the base of his dick. It was…incredible. Definitely better than last time.
Seto narrowed his eyes in concentration, feeling himself already wanting to cum again, and decided it was bad to hold out. He was about to ask if he should cum, when he realized he didn't know Yami's name. Oh shit.
"Hey…" Seto panted as he rode out a particularly rough wave of electricity shuddering down his body as Yami clenched his legs around his waist and bucked down on him tightly, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze at him through half-lidded eyes, his slender chest heaving up and down as he struggled to answer. "W-What…? Don't…stop…!"
"I never got your name," Seto said seriously, and he watched incredulously as Yami leaned back onto the bed and threw an arm over his forehead, his body trembling with pleasure as he answered in a strangled gasp, "…A-Atem…"
Okay…weird, Seto grit his teeth and curled his fingers into the softness of Yami's thighs, pulling the mage closer to give him a few last rough thrusts, secretly admiring how flexible he was because Yami was enthusiastically spreading for him so much that his calves were within reach, so Seto grabbed it to press his lips against the soft skin while giving it a brief bite while hissing, "I'm finishing…"
Yami pried his eyes open with effort and shook his head frantically. W-What? Already?!
And a gush of hot fluid rushed high inside of him so fast, Yami's breath hitched in his chest and he fell back onto the bed again, gazing up at the ceiling as his body reacted happily to that, his hole clenching and sending hot threads of pleasure up and down his legs.
He struggled to sit up again and let out a nervous cry when the human's head came dipping down between his legs to take his length into his mouth, and his stomach spasmed from the unexpected softness flicking in and out over the top of his slit, sending him over another pleasurable edge that made him release thickly, and Seto held his breath, leaning away frantically and spitting into his palm.
It was thick and sweet! What the fuck!
"It tastes bad? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it probably isn't good for you," Yami stammered nervously, and he froze when he received a handsome, heart-stopping grin from the human.
"No. You taste fine. I spit it out because I don't want to get addicted," Seto answered honestly just as his tongue itched and began to grow numb. Oh….shit. Was there something in Yami's semen? Because it made his world brighten for a minute.
Yami nodded awkwardly and inched his legs back, thinking they were done, but the human reached down to grope his ass with a catty grin, and said, "had enough yet? Want to go again in ten minutes? I recover fast."
Swallowing his disbelief, Yami could only nod. S-Sure! And they could keep going and going until he had to leave…right?
"Thank you," Yami said cautiously, and the human threw his head back to laugh voraciously.
"You don't have to thank me every time we do something," Seto replied with a grin, and he inched off the bed to head into the bathroom. "Stay here. I need a shower."
And the human disappeared behind a closed door with a soft click!
Stunned and still buzzing from the intense pleasure, Yami sighed and thunked his head back down on the bed, growing lethargic as his body began to grow light. Amazing…
Human pleasure really was something incredible.
Perhaps it was worth trying to find this human again on another visit?
Don't think about that. This will the last time you see him, and you will tell him, Yami reprimanded himself, and rolled over onto his stomach, his hole aching strangely, so he clenched it, and it leaked sinfully down between his thighs, making him flush and feel aroused all over again.
O-Oh hell…
Author's note:
wooooooooo omg smut sequence aaaaaa (longfic ensues)