Yami woke up again to the sound of loud booing and hissing, and he felt a headache coming on. This was hell.
When would it end—
"Mage Atem, please rise! Your presence is requested in the warden's office," a woman shouted over the din, and Yami lowered the blanket blearily, his vision dull as he noted two mages unlocking the cell barriers to walk inside and yanking him to his feet.
His head swam as his feet touched the floor, and to his surprise, the cuffs and the collar were removed, both at the same time, and he was half-dragged to the teleportation circle in the hallway to the ringing cheers and whistling of the creatures celebrating his imminent release.
I was at my limit….Thank gods, Yami thought weakly as he struggled to stay on his feet, growing dizzier by the second when the bright lights from travel left spots in vision.
They appeared in a beautiful office with towering windows, and Yami barely had time to look at them before two more beautiful beings appeared before him.
The Warden, a High Elf wearing striking red robes with silvery hair and…Priest Seto, with anger etched in his handsome features so much that it nearly made him ugly.
What happened? I'm in further trouble? Yami wondered faintly as he shook where he stood and wished he could just lay down and be undisturbed for a whole day. He wasn't presentable right now. Why did they drag him up in the presence of high elves when he was barely dressed?
He looks like shit! He needs a healing, now! Seto growled frantically to himself, noticing welts on Yami's tanned wrists, and painful red marks on his collarbones where a tell-tale sign of a collar had been sitting. He might've gone full demon in Pegasus's office if he'd seen Yami wearing it, so maybe it was a good thing they removed it before sending him here.
He'd gotten thinner, that or it was the ratty, sleeveless black shirt he was wearing, paired with thin cotton slacks that ended at his ankle, a bit too short.
Was he always this small or have I just gotten bigger? Seto wondered sourly as Pegasus turned to him with an excited smile which quickly faded when he caught the dark, angry look on the Priest's face.
"Aw, what's wrong? I brought him here as you requested…Prince Seto…" Pegasus said carefully, his heart skipping a beat as he wondered if he was signing his own death quest scroll by allowing this man to take Mage Atem.
Seto was merely a pretty elf who was good at talking after all, and all they did was talk…
"He's in terrible condition," I want a refund, Seto growled, clenching his fists at his sides. "Heal him. Give him proper robes and I might bring him back with something you need. Might."
"Might…?" Pegasus raised his eyebrows and turned to the other mages, clapping his hands frantically. "Bring him his things! Clean him up!"
And he turned to the Prince with a desperate glare, leaning into his face to hiss, "this will be my head if things go wrong…Priest!"
"God holds me to the truth," Seto replied evenly, thinking he would pop by Mai's Tavern to make a concoction for Pegasus to shut him up. "And I have more proof if you want it."
"Yes, show me any proof that you are…who you say you are…" Pegasus challenged, trying not to say the word 'Demon Lord' in the presence of the mage who was looking inquisitively at them while he was glowing with healing spells.
Yami felt his energy returning in a rush as the two mages replenished his health and even gave him a glass of wine from the cart, which he accepted with a nod and tossed it back unceremoniously, his heart thundering in his ears as he wondered why Pegasus was challenging the crown prince's title? Either way, he was a free man…for now.
His robes were handed back to him, and he slowly replaced them over his body, taking off the prison garbs underneath while he watched the High Elves exchange a piece of paper. Prince Seto materialized a crumpled, dirt-covered flyer and levitated in front of the warden's face.
What was that?!
"Is this…what is…this? A joke?!" Pegasus cried, his heart leaping into his throat when he realized the demon Mage Atem had saved was indeed…walking around fully grown and recruiting.
For an army.
Against what?! And who?
They didn't need another world war!
W-Was the demon after the group of mages and humans who purged their village?
"Maybe." Seto shrugged delicately and vanished the flyer with an air of indifference. "His actions don't concern me yet. Again, merely a messenger and soldier. He calls on me when he wants. Now, is the mage ready?"
God calls him, eh? Yami thought wryly, trying not to smile. Mai was right. This one was a little…strange, but strange enough to fly Anja to the mysterious healing spring to cure her, and then bust him out of prison with a petition a thousand elves strong.
He owed this elf a great thanks.
"15 hours," Pegasus said nervously, and Seto shot back, "38. Or we come back empty-handed. He sleeps in a bed tonight. I was told there was no bed in his cell."
What are we bringing back? Yami wondered, realizing his freedom did come at a cost after all.
"H-He is needed for a job…d-day after tomorrow! So you better have him back in time for that!" Pegasus spat, losing his composure as the prince began to take advantage of him.
"I have an engagement then as well. He'll be here," Seto said, holding his hand up in a mini salute. "He is my responsibility. Any crime he commits while outside your grounds are mine to shoulder and I accept the punishment. Now release him to me and go home to your wife. Stop worrying about this nonsense."
Pegasus let out a stiff huff and waved over his shoulder, walking into another room while calling out, "use the platform on the left!"
Seto nodded and eyed the two raised concrete platforms that had been marked with teleportation seals, and he barely glanced at Yami while addressing him, "come. We need to talk. Our destination is Leith Gardens. Do you know how to get there?" Because he didn't. Fuck.
"I do…" Yami said faintly, stepping up on the left platform and wondering why the elf was climbing up after him. Hey now! Separate travel only—
"I don't!" Seto said with a blinding smile, aiming for truth like Dartz had told him when struggling to maintain his image. "I'm familiar with trees, not buildings and fake flowers planted next to artificial water. Take me with you, as I'm sure you can."
That is not District 5 as their plants are all real, but it sounds very much like it, Yami thought with a smile as nodded and he raised his elbow shakily for the elf to hold onto, quite startled by his intense height.
Seto kept the smile on his face and curled his fingers around Yami's slender elbow, seeing Pegasus come out of the other room with his arms crossed to stare sternly at them as the light surrounded their vision and sent them floating for a moment before their feet landed on another concrete podium, and the heads of many other elves and humans appeared before them.
The line for teleporting out wasn't as long because the sun was setting, but they drew a few stares, which Seto ignored and kept his grip on Yami's elbow, tugging him down the marble steps and towards the nearest secluded alleyway.
"Leith gardens…is that way," Yami pointed at a crowded plaza, and he thought he saw the elf's eyelid twitch.
"Pick a more secluded garden. I'm fed up with people right now," came the cold answer and quite taken aback by the rough tone, Yami nodded and pulled up a magical map in the palm of his hand, pointing at a small, hilly location that overlooked some water. "There? I believe it's called…Senga—"
"Anywhere away from people is fine," Seto said shortly, his patience running thinner and thinner the more he noticed Yami's afflictions from his prison stay. His eyes were darker than usual, the shadows around them were prominent, even though he'd been healed, it was clear he'd been sleep deprived, and his cheeks were gaunt, more than usual, making his jaw appear sharper.
Very well, his royal highness, Yami rolled his eyes and led the way, pulling his hood up and concealing his face. He wasn't about to be recognized, especially so fresh after coming out of a cell. His place in society was very shaky, and this irritable, spoiled royal elf was babysitting him, preventing him from doing things he really wanted to do with his precious 38 free hours.
See Anja, see Mai, sleep in a bed that was his, try to sneak off to see Seto, and possibly eat something that wasn't cold.
Seto listened carefully, realizing he could still hear Yami's thoughts, but they were fainter now for some reason. Maybe because they weren't touching…?
He reached out to grab Yami by the elbow and feeling the mage tense, staring at him with his hollow, angular eyes.
"What is it now?" Yami asked impatiently, really wanting to lie down. His heart skipped a frantic beat anytime this elf did anything! Maybe it had to do with the fact he looked unreal. Even amongst elves, his beauty was terrifying, and Yami, in all his years working with elves, living in the elven district, had never seen someone with this Priest's sharp features. His nose was incredibly slender, his jaw angular and sharp, and his lips were…so feminine, and Yami's stomach twisted when they reminded him of the pretty café owner.
I have a type, Yami realized darkly, and Seto frowned, wondering if he heard that correctly, and waited for more elaboration, but Yami fell silent in his mind after that passing thought.
A type? It's me, isn't it? He likes me already? As he should, Seto thought, pleased, but Yami's hostile frown made him think otherwise.
"Alright. I can't read your mind, but I'll tell you what's on mine," Yami growled, almost fed up with the moody prince who had two faces. One charming and one…unlikable. "I'm tired. We're headed to the secluded hill so that I may close my eyes, undisturbed for several hours. Got it?" And he spun on his heel, marching down the street with his cloak swishing behind him.
He didn't care if the elf got lost following him in the crowded city. This one clearly grew up sheltered in a tree, as Mai's instincts about people were always right. And of course, he was the one who had won the crown. Only sheltered elves who aimed to be royalty earned that crown. Rightfully so.
They circled around a beautiful, rounded building, walking up a narrow slope, and Seto wondered if they were headed to a temple, thinking the path upwards felt familiar, and sure enough, temple gates loomed in front as Yami strode quickly ahead, clearly wanting to put distance between them. Frowning, Seto caught up to walk beside him, staring at the way spiky hair stuck out from the edges of his hood where a dark wisp of a concealment illusion spell covered his face.
Prison sucked, I guess, Seto thought anxiously as he followed Yami around several tall bushes and finally they stopped by a small, grassy ledge where a stone bench was propped up for enjoying the view, and Yami didn't hesitate to lay down on it completely, curling his robes around him for warmth as he bit back tears of frustration. This elf was annoying. Mai was right…
"Need a pillow?" Seto asked stiffly, his heart clenching at the way Yami was behaving so callously. What happened to his upstanding, neat, and delicate Yami? Or was that an act for Kid Seto?
"Yes, if you have one, thank you," Yami replied shortly, rearranging his assumption about this elf. He carried a pillow around with him everywhere. Was he still a child?!
"Sit up," Seto said flatly, and when Yami inched up on his hands, he sat down firmly in the space where Yami had been putting his head, earning a furious protest. "Hey! Get off!"
"Pillow," Seto's lips curled upwards as he pointed at his lap, seeing Yami flush so red, he swore it matched edges of the sunset creeping down over the tops of the trees.
"Y-You…That's indecent," Yami sniffed, turning his head away and aiming to rest his head on the other end of the bench when he saw the thin webs of a muffling spell falling around him, and his heart skipped a few beats. H-how considerate…? Or…not?
"Now no one can see us," Seto said with another confident smirk. "Hurry up and rest. I have questions I need you to answer."
Yami bit back a retort and decided he was too tired to argue, so he laid his head down on the elf's lap, feeling incredibly silly, but…it was warm… and when he looked straight ahead, the tiny bit of view where the buildings merged with the elf-made lake looked beautiful, with the water reflecting the brilliant colors of the sunset…
He shut his eyes and fell asleep in an instant, dimly aware of a gentle hand stroking the hair away from his brow for a brief second before he drifted off again, and the touch of cool fingers made his stomach wrench strangely.
Seto gazed down into Yami's sleeping face, his heart steadily breaking as he noticed the bruised welts around his collarbones that still hadn't healed properly, so he touched them gently with two fingers, his blood boiling with rage. Whoever sized the collar rushed it and made it too small…
Yami might even have neck pain from it…
He rested his hand down on Yami's shoulder and slowly drenched him with another healing spell, seeing glowing points underneath his cloak, so Seto focused on those, sweeping his fingers over them and seeing them run away like threads of blue electricity down to the ends of Yami's legs. Odd.
These energy lines were interesting.
Maybe that's why he found Yami so fascinating.
This man was made of magic, and it invited him to challenge himself when dealing with Yami.
Closing his own eyes with a sigh, he settled back into the bench, enjoying the way Yami's shoulders rose and fell when he breathed and the way a wonderful warmth seeped into his thighs, putting him at ease.
Yami woke up with a start, remembering where he was in a second and backed off of the elf's lap, unsurprised to see that it was dark around them except for the park lights glowing overhead, and the shimmering threads of the muffling spell was still curved over their heads in an impressive dome.
B-Beautiful cast work! Yami thought enviously as he reached out to touch a thread, shivering when it glowed in one color, nearly blinding him. W-Wow. Priests really were something else.
Script worm, Yami added spitefully, withdrawing his hand to notice that his skin was…glowing. Odd? And upon closer look, it was the residual effects of a healing spell lingering inside his body, still working its magic and healing whatever muscles were tense underneath. The bruises around his wrists were gone, and the horrible crick in his neck he'd developed from sleeping upright while leaning on the wall had also disappeared.
His level must be higher than mine, enough to heal me this well, Yami thought pleasantly, gazing into the sleeping elf's face and wondering if he should ask for permission before appraising.
"I'm up and ready to answer your questions," Yami announced, seeing the elf's eyelids flutter prettily before he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times, waking himself up.
I wasn't really asleep, Seto thought lightly as he nodded at Yami, appreciating the way he looked healthier. At least he didn't look as tired.
"Thank you, for the healing," Yami began, rubbing his wrists absently, still feeling the weight of the cuffs on his arms. "May I appraise you? I was working security at the ceremony and wanted to talk to you, but I wasn't allowed to leave my post."
The blue-eyed elf gave him a small smile and nodded, "you may. And yes, I know."
Shifting awkwardly in his seat, Yami sat up straighter and said clearly, "Appraise!" And the elf didn't react, gazing out across the dark water to enjoy the view while his information hovered over his head.
Name: Crown Prince of Chizao (pending certificate), High Elven Priest Seto
Species: Elf
Age: 30,000
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Height: 193.04 cmLevel: 90,000
Lifespan: -unable to predict-
As I…expected? Yami wondered why he felt disappointed. It was a normal…elf's panel of information. Maybe he was hoping to see something like, 'NULL' that would spark hope that…maybe, just maybe, this was his Seto, in shapeshifted form. But no, this was an elf, a very high-class one at that. Time to pull out the manners.
"Thank you for indulging me," Yami lowered his head respectfully, and his heart stopped when he heard a cold hiss.
"Who is watching? Why are you doing that?" Seto demanded, his act slipping the more out of character he saw Yami behaving. "Act normal. I've just about had it with you."
Yami blinked rapidly, his temper flaring for a second. What?! He was showing respect, how dare this elf belittle his efforts?! And what was this cold, harsh tone? Where was the charming, soft-spoken priest moments ago?
"I've had it with you! I'm respecting your title!" Yami exclaimed furiously and he saw the elf swallowed thinly and nod. Oh, what was that reaction? Very odd indeed.
"Did someone put you up to it? You didn't want the title? Oh! And…!" Yami felt the questions coming out of him in a rush. "Where did you find my dragon? Have you met Seto, the little demon Seto? I can't believe you tricked a crowd of high elves at a royal ceremony to sign my release petition when the levels on the scroll were switched! That's so dishonest of you, and you're supposed to be the shining example all young elves are looking up to this century!"
Oh…my god! Not even a thank you! Seto reeled, realizing he was being…scolded?!
"And I'm not answering any of your questions until I see my dragon. Whole, safe, and sound," Yami insisted, deciding that if this elf wanted to verbally spar with him, he would fight back, because he was the one at a disadvantageous position here.
To his dismay, the elf raised a graceful hand to pinch his brow to take a deep breath, and then another before answering dully, "so many questions…. Just like Mai. So I will tell you—"
"The truth!" Yami insisted, wondering why he was so distrustful of this elf who was supposed to be of superior and high standing. Something was off about him!
"Yes, I am held to the truth—" Seto raged, wondering why everyone was demanding 'truth' from him so much! Maybe because they inherently didn't trust him…
"By God, yes I heard," Yami cut across him with a condescending glare. "Now speak."
Seto grit his teeth and spoke in a rush, "first of all, you're welcome. For fixing your dragon at the healing spring. Second of all, I do want my title and I take it very seriously. Third of all, I did not write the scroll… That's what was recorded, and I merely filed for the motion. You need to take that up with someone else. And yes, I happily serve…Demon Lord Seto. I have met him—"
Yami let out a shout of laughter and doubled over onto the bench, gripping the back and covering his eyes with one hand while his body shook with mirth. D-Demon Lord…Seto?! Well now he knew what Mai was talking about when she said Seto was 'misbehaving'.
"It's funny, yes, very funny," Seto said dryly, rolling his eyes. "Laugh all you want, but I stand by my reasons for assisting him when he calls on me."
Ahh, my demon Seto has this elf in his pocket, which is why he's here, freeing me! Yami crowed silently, still chuckling with laughter.
"Okay. Take me to see this Demon Lord, and I will be sure to be respectful," Yami said with a light laugh, sneaking a glance at the elf and noticing the annoyed look on his pretty face.
Aww... Well, obeying bratty little demon Seto would make one feel that way…
"I don't know where he is," Seto answered sourly, folding his arms across his chest. "Like I've been telling everyone, he calls on me. I don't know what he's doing, other than…" he hesitated before pulling out the flyer to show Yami, and Yami snatched it from the air to read it breathlessly, his violet eyes wide with shock.
Oh no… Seto recognized this look and braced himself for more scolding.
"Army?! Demon Lord's army?!" Yami repeated incredulously, his hand shaking as he held the paper, understanding why the warden was also shaken. What had gone wrong with his sweet Seto to make him want to build an army?
Perhaps…to fight the ones that put him in prison?! Because that was army general Rafael.
…Did Seto want to fight their region's army for revenge of his unjust jailing?
Oh dear. This needed to be rectified immediately. Mai was…once again, correct.
He needed to find Seto…tonight, perhaps, and tell him to stop this army nonsense.
"You condone this? As a newly crowned prince?!" Yami cried, waving the flyer frantically and it was magicked out of his hand and away into the priest's robes. "Now I fear for our safety—"
"Relax, it's probably a joke," Seto growled, still thinking Bakura was behind it. "You can ask the two travelers that were with him in the forest. It wasn't just me. They're staying at Mai's tavern. Are you well enough to travel? And don't forget, I still have questions for you."
Yes, I'm the one asking them right now because he's easy to push around, Yami thought triumphantly as he stood up off the bench and bowed stiffly, "thank you, High Priest Seto, for my freedom in these next few hours. I owe you a great debt."
"You owe me a kiss, that's fucking what," Seto snapped before he could stop himself, and he clapped a hand over his mouth. Shit. Shit Shit. He'd fucked up.
Shocked, Yami stared at the way the elf had silenced himself, and bit back a nervous laugh.
A kiss…all of a sudden? The human custom of mouth-touching? Which he'd only shared with a couple humans and only briefly? Why? Did this elf want…human pleasure from him? As thanks for freedom? That was a perverse trade…
"Do I look like I know anything about human pleasure?" Yami said with a light laugh, waving a hand over his nose, his heart fluttering dangerously. "I'm not for trading favors like that, no matter how tempting."
"So you find me tempting," Seto latched onto that and celebrated furiously when he saw Yami flush dark red under the dim lights. "Do it then. I'm waiting for your show of great thanks."
Yami swallowed thinly and felt something odd bubble in his chest and sit there. So…odd. This elf was off-putting but attractive at the same time. What a disturbing combination.
"Am I allowed to refuse? Because I refuse," Yami said lightly, seeing the elf's eyes widen. "I heard you…at the ceremony, you know… I heard you ask the princess to stay at the chateau the moment you both walked off the podium. I think I know what you're after, Prince."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Seto challenged, his heart steadily being crushed as he realized Yami was…rejecting him. After all of his fucking efforts—!
"You want to make a family, and quickly," Yami said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "But I'm male, in case there was any confusion. Now, the tavern?"
Shocked to the core, Seto sat there, numb with disbelief.
He asked for one kiss, come on, what the fuck! For struggling to the spring with Bakura, for healing Anja, for changing up into this awesome High Elf, he didn't deserve one fucking kiss for his hard work?!
So decided to be completely shameless and throw himself at Yami's mercy.
"The whole point of my asking you, is so that we can experience pleasure without the burden of having children," Seto snapped, crossing his legs and refusing to move from the bench until he got what he wanted. "You will kiss me for my efforts I've gone through to exonerate you. Or we won't move from this spot until sunrise."
Yeah, he was playing dirty now.
He deserved that kiss, dammit!
S-Spoiled…manipulative…fae! Yami reeled as he swayed on the spot, staring into the elf's handsome face which was still strikingly beautiful in the semidarkness.
"One…question before I comply..." Yami pressed a hand to his head, feeling a confusion headache coming on. "Why me? Why…have you… fixated on my case? You like the dragon? You want her as your mount? What is it really? I kept asking myself in the cell, why you chose to help me so much. We don't know each other. We've never met, and here you are, asking for a deep…human connection…"
I knew he would ask, so I had an answer ready for this too, Seto thought triumphantly as he examined his manicured nails with an air of graceful indifference, "you're right. I've taken quite a liking to you. Extremely. I've heard what you've done in the forest for the creatures. They talk about you like you're their savior. You are. And I had to meet you. I kept hearing about this… Mage Atem," Seto's eyes gleamed eerily in the dark, and Yami's breath hitched.
W-What was that?
Elven eyes didn't flash or glow in the dark…
Or was it his imagination?
"And you are, quite frankly, the only mage I've met with a heart," Seto said flatly, thinking this was true. "Meeting the rare dragon only solidified to me that you were someone to admire, to help, and to assist in your quests, whatever they may be, so that is why I am serving under the Demon Lord. He exists for me because of your kindness, and for that, I'm grateful."
M-More worship talk… Yami thought faintly as he nodded. This elf may have fallen from the World Tree and hit his head on the ground a few too many times in his youth, but…it was fine. He was eccentric, with his heart in the right place, which was exactly why he'd been crowned, probably as a breath of fresh air for the royals, because having someone like him in power would be helpful.
Then I'll kiss him as much as he likes if he's so rigidly serving in Seto's ridiculous play-army, which I will put a stop to, Yami thought as he sat down beside the elf on the bench and nodded, not minding a bit of connection after the hellish nightmare he'd been living in. And part of him wanted to confirm that human connections with another magical creature wasn't going to be disgusting and horrifying, because what he'd witnessed in the prison was going to be haunting his dreams for a long while.
"I agree to the—" Yami barely managed to get the words out when cold hands reached for his face, cupping his jaw and angling his head up so their lips could meet, and a tender, soft breath washed over him so steadily, he almost fainted from the headrush.
Lips that were firm and demanding moved sensually over his, and Yami struggled to pry his eyes open to stare at dark lashes inches from his nose, and his stomach curled with…lust, and joy, joy he hadn't felt in a long time, because kissing this elf felt so…familiar… It felt like coming home after a long, hard day and falling into warmth, and softness that made him throw his arms around the back of Seto's neck to pull him down closer, his long hair grazing over his arms and tickling his cheek when they fell back against the bench.
Yami winced when the back of his head hit the bench seat underneath but was suddenly cushioned with magic, and he was sinking…into something wonderful. Soft waterfalls of hair were pooling around the sides of his face, brushing against his ears and making them hum with happiness when he felt a sweet, delicate tongue flick naughtily in and out of his mouth, setting his skin on fire, making him shiver happily and then sent him into a desperate frenzy. Something had changed inside him that made him want more, more of Seto's tongue in his mouth, more of his hands that weren't touching him, and were resting politely atop his shoulders, his long fingers curling repeatedly in around him, making him squirm impatiently as he briefly wondered…what it would feel like if they connected below.
Amazing, maybe…life-changing… enough to make him forget the hurt he'd experienced in the human realm…
And I won't lose him because he'll live as long as me! Longer, possibly! Yami realized with a jolt as he tightened his arms around the elf's neck and took a deep inhale of his scent, his mind spinning when he caught a whiff of…something sweet and pleasant. Oh…gods…
The kiss ended before he could press back to respond again, and his lips throbbed as the priest's beautiful face hovered inches above him, his sweet breath washing over him as he whispered, "I'm sorry. Getting carried away—" Seto was yanked forward by the strong arms wrapped around his neck, and his eyes watered when their teeth bumped, and Yami was kissing him furiously, his mouth parted hungrily while his hands raked down the sides of his face and down onto his chest, groping him shamelessly while he shoved his tongue into his mouth, tasting him with a lewd swirl against the roof of his mouth that made him leak down below, and Seto shuddered, screaming at himself to stop, but deep down, he knew he was fucked when he got Yami like this. But that was his goal all along, right?
There was no stopping…
His hands moved on their own as he shoved them in through the backs of Yami's spiky hair to push their lips tighter together, to press their bodies closer, his ears ringing with a joyful, tinny sound when he felt Yami's knees come up underneath his body and then slowly, one leg draped around his hip while the other slid suggestively over his calf, making him tense and then shiver. Holy fuck… He wanted to pound Yami into this bench and never leave…because he was making sexy faces, throwing his head back to let him kiss down his neck and land a bite on his collarbone.
Self-control! If I don't control myself…he won't either! Seto thought wildly as he tried to pry himself off of Yami to tell him they were in a public place, but as he sat up, Yami followed him and straddled him easily by sinking his knees down on either side of his hips and cupped his face in his hands, dipping down to hungrily kiss him again, and Seto had to wonder…what had happened to Yami in prison? Did he …die? Because where was the prude, blushing, 'I've-never touched-a-boob-or-had-a-blowjob-before' Yami?
Sweet…and…warm, Yami thought blurrily as he draped his arms around Seto's shoulders and tentatively prod his tongue lazily in through the fronts of his teeth, exploring boldly and enjoying the hot and cold shivers running down his spine. Alright… He could do this all night if this elf wanted to open his mouth a bit more and stop clamping his lips down on his tongue to get him to stop…
"Stop, let's stop for a bit and…visit your dragon," Seto wrenched his head back and almost felt a twinge of regret before Yami's hot hands came for his face and angled his head up so their lips could meet in a furious rush again, making his head spin when he tasted Yami's breath at the back of his throat. H-Holy shiiiiit…he was being eaten!
"You like me that much?" Seto asked triumphantly when he finally managed to break away for air when Yami leaned away to stare at his pointed ear, touching it gently with a cup of his hand before leaning forward to give it a bite, making him clap a hand to it and let out a nervous yell.
H-Hey! What the fuck! Now he was really concerned where the old Yami had gone!
"Yes, I've decided you are fun," Yami replied devilishly, licking his lips and fixating on Seto's pretty ones that were shining wet with his saliva, and he leaned forward to give him a lick before feeling himself being pushed away so much that his heart wrenched with disappointment.
"We're in public. Can we travel, and then continue…? On a…bed?" Seto asked hopefully and breathed a tiny sigh of relief when Yami thought about it and then nodded.
"When we get on that bed, you're doing everything I say," Yami said impertinently, giving Seto a grin. "Deal?"
"No deal…" Seto replied weakly, wondering if he was going to die.
"We'll see about that," Yami replied with a heart-stopping wink, sliding off of Seto's legs with ease and grabbing him by the arm to pull him up. "Let's go. I want to see what you look like down there underneath your robes."
AH—FUCK! Seto cried, tensing as he took down his barrier and let Yami drag him around the tall bushes and make their way to the teleportation platforms.
Did I make a mistake?! Is this the same Yami?! Seto wondered furiously to himself as Yami threw him another mischievous smile over his shoulder, and his stomach wrenched with joy.
Holy shit. Freeing Yami might have been the best move he'd ever made this lifetime.
Author's note:
Whao the boys share a steamy kiss on a park bench whahahaha
yea prison changed yami for sure (but its probably a combo of his sadness / being frustrated and pent up …hmm)