Disclaimer: *Points to chapter 1*
Okay. Listen carefully, cause I'm only gonna say it
once. This chapter is in NO way related to the last two. This is a one shot. If
there's any confusion, it's your own fault for not reading this ^_~
Promises
By: dai-onna
"Was there something you wanted, my
pharaoh?" The brunette priest asked neutrally as he eyed the pharaoh who
had slipped into his chambers late at night. Said pharaoh only smiled at him
coquettishly, his ruby eyes gleaming in the candle-lit chambers. He raised a
brow as he leaned back against his pillows, watching the smaller boy curiously.
The young pharaoh strode towards the bed easily,
without a bit of hesitation in his small stride. He couldn't help but blink
curiously when the monarch crawled onto his bed, the predatory gleam in his
eyes now clear.
"Highness?" He questioned, feeling slightly
apprehensive under that heated gaze. There was something dangerous in it.
"Aren't you lonely, my priest?" The young
king purred out, cocking his head to the side slightly. Seto shivered at his
voice, wishing he had space to back up a little. "All alone in this large
bed.... wouldn't you like some company?"
The pharaoh's voice was rich and deep and full of intent and the meaning of his
words was not lost on the priest. Said priest's eyes widened in surprise and a
startled flush seeped into his cheeks before a smirk curved his lips and he
raked his eyes over the small, slender form on it's hands and knees before him.
"Mmm, how did you know?" He purred out,
reaching his hand up to trailing his fingers over his king's soft cheek. Much
to his delight, the pharaoh leaned into touch like a cat, purring softly in his
throat.
"Lucky guess." He murmured, crawling in
closer to meet the brunette's firm lips in a deep kiss.
Don't you know I need a little indulgence
listen to the hunter becoming hunted
The priest moaned slightly in appreciation, parting
his lips for the other's questing tongue as he pulled him down on top of him,
marveling at how perfectly the other's small frame fit against his much larger
one.
It was divine.
Seto sat up with a jolt in his expansive bed, panting
slightly at the dream-no, memory, he'd had, trying to separate it from his
current memories, and looked over at the sleeping form next to him, grinning
when he saw the dark spirit curled up in the satin sheets of his bed. They were
on the airship, heading for the final location of the tournament, and he had
managed to coax his pretty little rival away from his friends, and into his
bed, something he had been wanting for quite some time. Not that the boy next
to him hadn't been all too willing to comply, he remembered with a grin, his
mind replaying how the other duelist had melted in his arms, responding avidly
to all of his kisses and touches.
With a slight purr, he rolled onto his side, running a
hand down the smooth face of the young pharaoh, delighting in his features and
the softness of his skin.
Sensing his current attention, Yami's eyes blinked
open at him and the dark spirit gave him a cheshire, albeit sleepy, grin,
leaning into the hand. Seto shivered when he got a sense of deja vu, thinking
back to his dream, but pushed it aside, purring as he rolled the boy onto his
back moving over him with a grin, and kissed him soundly, coaxing a delighted
sound from his new lover. He couldn't get enough of the smaller duelist, from
his hot mouth, to his firm, lithe little body. Every inch of him was near
perfection. And he wanted it all.
A small groan worked it's way from his throat as a
small, determined hand made it's way up the inside of his thigh and he leaned
into it, nipping at the smaller boy's lips lightly, demanding entrance that was
immediately granted, and he slid his tongue past those supple lips to taste the
fiery boy, running his tongue over every surface of the other's mouth. He left
no inch of the delicious cavern unexplored as
the other teased him blatantly with his hand, caressing his thighs with
light, lingering touches. He groaned lightly into the other's mouth and grabbed
his hands, pinning them above his head as he pulled back, staring down into the
other's flush countenance. Gods, but he was beautiful, he thought reverently as
he stared down into the pharaoh's dark crimson eyes, seeing them flash with
affection and desire, and feeling the smaller duelist's chest rise and fall
with deep, panting breaths. He couldn't resist leaning back in for another
heady kiss, losing himself in it as he held the other's hands down.
He felt more than heard Yami moan into his lips,
wrapping his long, slender legs around his waist, pulling him closer to him. He
groaned himself when his hips rubbed against Yami's, the friction setting his
blood on fire. He wondered how it was he had gone so long without touching his
gorgeous rival this way, and cursed himself for the wasted time. Duels be
damned, this is where he wanted to match passion with the other boy. Anything
else was secondary. Still, he couldn't deny that the other was incredibly hot
when he was dueling, a small, enigmatic smirk on his lips just as he was about
to turn the tides and win the match. It was incredible to see, even when he was
on the receiving end. It was no wonder he beat everyone. Who could think
clearly when looking into those ruby eyes, and seeing that small quirk of the
other's full, supple lips? Not him, that's for sure.
Every day there's a million advances
Don't be too forceful; you'll ruin your chances
He finally pulled back from the other's addicting
mouth, smirking down at the smaller teen, and licked his lips lightly.
"Any more of that, and we won't be leaving this
bed at all today." He murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. The
smaller boy grinned up at him, his eyes flashing with amusement and passion.
"I wouldn't complain." He purred, sending
little shivers down Seto's spine. It took him a moment not to just give into
that and take the other again right then and there. God knows how much he
wanted to. With a throaty chuckle, he nipped at the boy's jaw and moved off of
him, not bothering to cover himself as he got off the bed, looking back at his
bare lover, still sprawled out on the mattress, looking at him with come-hither
eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling himself growing hard at just the
sight of him.
"I suggest we get cleaned up and dressed before
rejoining the others. We don't want to be missed." He murmured, sauntering
into the adjoining bathroom, knowing the diminutive pharaoh would follow. Sure
enough, not a full minute after he had stepped into the shower, a slender form
got in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
He purred at that, turning around to face the other,
and ran a hand through his dampening hair,
drinking in the sight of him, wet and plastered against him. It was a
temptation too sweet to resist and Yami purred his approval as he leaned down
to capture his lips, parting them with his tongue to duel with the other's as
his arms went around him; his hands running up and down the game king's toned
back and down to grasp his firm little backside, kneading it as he pulled the
other even more firmly against him, his rapidly growing arousal burning into
the smaller boy's abdomen.
He groaned when he felt a slender hand slide down over
his stomach and lower to grasp his length, stroking it teasingly, the little
fiend's tongue thrusting into his mouth suggestively in time with his strokes.
He growled into the other’s mouth hungrily, lifting the smaller boy up easily
and pressing him against the tiled wall, making a sound of appreciation when
Yami wrapped his legs tightly around his waist, holding him in place so that
Seto’s hands were free to roam over the petite duelist’s slender form, his
thumbs running teasing circles around his straining nipples, brushing against
them lightly, but never fully touching them, eliciting small, plaintive moans
from his little lover. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds the other made and
wanted to draw more from him; wanted to hear him screaming out his name the way
he had the previous night.
The other seemed more than willing to comply as he
clawed at Seto’s shoulders, moaning his delight when the brunette plucked at
one of the straining peaks, breaking the heated kiss. With a low chuckle, he
ducked his head, his mouth latching onto the pharaoh’s throat as he toyed with
the beaded nubs, feeling the other writhe and tremble as he melted in his arms.
He loved how responsive the other was, and what he could do to him. Not that
the other wasn’t capable of reducing him to the same when he tried, but that
was all part of the appeal that someone could effect him so powerfully.
Well don’t you know that time is a broken glass
That splinters against the wall
But the picture’s coming back now, baby
And I want to take it all
He winced slightly when the other's nails bit into his
shoulders, but didn't pull back from his conquest of the boy's throat, covering
it with dark, purple splotches, marking him, claiming him as his own. The
smaller duelist was moaning deeply and he could feel the vibrations of it
beneath his lips and grinned lightly, rolling a beaded nipple beneath his thumb
while his other hand slid down the other's side and hip to cup his backside,
caressing the supple flesh appreciatively. Gods but the dark spirit felt
wonderful in his arms. The thought flitted through the heady fog in his mind
and he slid his other arm beneath the other, lifting him further up the shower
wall to close his lips around one of those straining peaks, nursing it
hungrily. He could hear the petite pharaoh moan his approval over the thrum of
the shower and felt his small hands thread themselves in his hair as his
sucked, nipped, and lapped at the sensitive buds, laving them with attention
that left the boy in his arms trembling with need.
As he devoured the boy's delicious flesh, his hand
slid more firmly over the other's backside, his fingers probing at him lightly,
and felt his little lover jerk in his arms in pleasure before pressing back
against the digits, urging him on. With a groan, he slipped one of the digits
inside the tight entrance, shivering at how hot and tight he was, and the
memory of how it felt to be embedded inside him. Shear bliss was the only thing
he could think of to adiquately describe it. And he craved it, needed to feel
it again. And again. And again. He didn't think he would ever feel it enough.
In his arms, Yami choked out his name on a moan,
pressing down on his finger, taking it in as deep as he could as he writhed
against him, rubbing up against his stomach. He couldn't help but grin at his
reaction and nipped sharply at one captive bud, eliciting a sharp cry from his
eager little lover, sliding a second finger into him at the same time. Damn,
but he was delicious. Every little inch of him. He worked his mouth back up to
the other's throat; licking a trail over his collarbone, delighting in every little
pant and moan that escaped him, before claiming his lips in another searing
kiss, working a third finger into him, stretching him thoroughly, growing even
more aroused as he felt the other's inner clench around his fingers tightly.
Yami was sqirming in his arms, clinging to him tightly
as he avidly returned his kisses with a fevered passion that Seto relished and
he slipped his fingers from the boy, a moan escaping the pharaoh's lips at the
loss, and wrapped his legs more firmly around his waist. He broke the kiss to
pull back, staring into the other's flushed face, seeing the desire and need in
his fogged, crimson eyes. With a slight shudder, he buried himself into the
other boy in one solid thrust, seeing the rapture that spread across Yami's
face before his eyes closed tightly and his head fell back, a keening moan torn
from his throat.
Seto felt like he was in heaven, buried in the other
boy to the hilt, trembling from heat of the other that, if anything, felt even
more incredible than before. He would have gladly stayed just like that for the
rest of his life without complaint, but Yami had other ideas, grinding against
him, moaning desperately to try and get him to move.
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play the king
and a time to be a theif
He chuckled softly, placing a small kiss on the
other's lips, and grasped the other's slender hips, raising him over him before
thrusting back into him, eliciting deep moans from both of them as Yami used
his legs to pull him back into him more firmly. He repeated his actions, repeatedly burying himself inside that
scorching sheath, drowing in the sensations of being inside the dark spirit.
The other was moving against him just as fervently, their desires matching
completely. He rached between them, wrapping his hand around the other's
neglected length, stroking it hard in time with his thrusts which were rapidly
growing more frantic as his pleasure continued to grow, overwhelming him.
The smaller boy mewled and writhed against him, his
legs tightening around Seto's hips like a vice as he tried to pull him in
deeper. He could feel the other getting closer to the edge, his body tensing
and his muscles clenching tighter around him. God knows he wasn't far behind him.
He anged his thrusts, burying himself inside the other boy hard, and was
rewarded with a shrill cry as he brushed up against the sensitive gland inside
of him. He aimed for that spot continually, hissing when the other convulsed
around him, screaming out his release as he spilled between them.
With a groan, and few more thrusts, he followed the
other over the edge, releasing deep inside of him with a shudder. He panted
heavily, his head resting in the curve of the other's neck as he came down from
his high, the smaller boy clinging to him tightly, in a similar state. He
couldn't help but smile to himself, running his hand lightly over the other's
side as he separated from him, carefully setting the the other down on his
feet. He was still trembling lightly, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure from
his release. He blinked a little, then purred when the pharaoh's arms wrapped
around his waist, nuzzling his stomach lightly, and brought his hand up to run
it through the smaller boy's hair affectionately. Yami smiled up at him at that
and his breath caught in his throat lightly. The boy was indeed very beautiful,
but something about the way he smiled at him like that, his expression full of
fondness and passion, Seto couldn't help but be awed to be on the receiving end
of it.
With a purr, he wrapped his arms around the smaller
boy, hugging him lightly before turning off the shower and scooping him up into
his arms.
"Seto!" The smaller boy yelped in surprise,
his arms going around Seto's neck out of instinct. "I can walk, you
know." He protested, though was obviously trying not to laugh. Seto
grinned down at him and carried him out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the
rack to wrap around the other boy. He set the diminutive pharaoh down on the
counter before beginning to dry him off thoroughly, much to the small spirit's
delight. He laughed lightly when the other squirmed as he tried to dry his
sides, apparently very ticklish, and toyed with him a little before finally
finishing his task, dropping a kiss on the, now dry, boy's forehead.
The other beamed up at him, and he blinked in surprise
when the smaller duelist set about returning the favor, running the towel over
every inch oh him. He purred at that and allowed the other to do as he pleased,
enjoying the treatment.
`Cause if you're making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
you know time will be the theif
and your fallen king will end up alone
He sighed lightly as he led the other boy back into
the bed room, lacing their fingers together, and pulled him into a soft kiss befor
relesing him to get dressed, a contented smile on his lips.
"Seto! Cut it out! Anyone could come in here at
any moment." The small pharaoh protested weakly as he continued to nibble
at his delectable neck, drawing reluctant moans from him, despite the fact that
it was the middle of the day and they were in the throne room, where anyone
could walk in on them at any moment. Not that he cared, mind you. But he did
enjoy seeing his usually unflappable lover get flustered at the prospect of
someone walking in on them. He couldn't care less, one way or another. As far
as he was concerned, they would tell them to get lost, and continue whatever
they were doing.
His lover, however, didn't see things that way, and
was currently squirming in his lap, trying to get away from his eager mouth and
roaming hands. The only thing his actions were doing, however, were turning on Seto even further, though he
had a feeling that his devious little lover knew this perfectly well.
The little tease, he thought fondly, running a hand up
his pharoah's tanned thigh, delighting in the smooth flesh beneath his
fingertips.
Said tease moaned softly as his fingers brushed over
the indention beneath his pelvic bone. He grinned as the smaller boy shivered
and melted in his arms, arching his neck reluctantly to give him better access.
He sucked hard on the boy's throat, coaxing little mewls and shudders from him
that were very enticing.
"Se~to." The small monarch moaned softly,
his eyes shut in pleasure. "We can't do this right now.... The other
priests will be here soon." He panted out, his hands clenching at the
fabric of Seto's robes.
He couldn't help chuckle at that, nipping sharply at
his neck.
"Then they'll just have to wait, won't
they?" He murmured against his neck, his hands moving even higher up under
Yami's clothes, rubbing his lower abdomen lightly, teasing him. He loved the
way his pharaoh melted in his arms, loved the way he reacted to him, teased
him, conquered him... He just loved him period. Even though he hadn't said it
aloud yet, he was certain that Yami knew it, and there wasn't any rush.
They had forever afterall.
He had lost. The duel had been even pretty much the
whole way, but in the end, it was Yami who had been the victor, not he.
Somehow, surprisingly, he wasn't upset, though. Sure, he was disappointed that
he hadn't won, but it didn't bother him like he'd expected it to. He felt.....
satisfied.
He looked up to see Yami waiting for him at the end of
the hall, the pharaoh looking down at the ground worridly, most certainly not
looking like he'd just won a hard duel. It wasn't hard to realize why he looked
so dejected. He felt his heart clench lightly at that and he sighed softly,
moving over to his lover who looked up at him warily, obviously afraid that Seto
would lash out at him. There was a tenuous moment of silence before Seto spoke.
"Good duel, Yami."
The smaller boy's gaze snapped up at that and the spirit looked at him in
surprise though the wariness hadn't left his eyes. He offered him a half smile,
his hand coming up to rub the other's cheek lightly.
"If I had to lose, I'm glad it was to you."
He said quietly, though the words didn't come easy. He wasn't used to being
anything but the best in anything, so it was hard for him to accept his defeats
graciously. Apparently that was obvious, given the shocked and awed look on
Yami's face. It was almost a little embarassing.
"Seto..... I....."He cut off whatever Yami
was going to say, placing his finger over his lips lightly.
"I love you, Yami."
So let your body move a little bit closer
Silent like the sound preceeding a cyclone
Don't you know that a powerful thinking
can be a force you don't want to relinquish
Yami, it seemed, was completely frozen as he stared up
at him, tears beginning to well in his eyes. Startled, Seto hastened to wipe
them away, afraid he had upset the other.
"Oh, Seto..." Yami murmured softly, his
shocked expression melting into a watery smile as the smaller boy wrapped his
arms around his waist, holding him tightly. He shivered a little, staring down
at his teary, trembling lover.
"Yami?"
The small pharoah sniffled lightly, beaming up at him
as he wiped at his own eyes.
"I love you, too, Seto." He said softly,
causing his heart to skip a beat. He found himself smiling at that, imensely
relieved, and leaned down to claim Yami's lips fiercely, not caring if anyone
saw them. Yami loved him back. He didn't care about anything but that. He held
the other tightly to him, kissing him heatedly, pouring all his love and
passion into it.
When they finally broke apart, both were flushed and
panting, but with matching smiles on their lips and Seto had resist the urge to
spin the other around in elation. It was too perfect. Though he knew it wasn't
perfect yet. He sighed softly as he remembered that Yami still had one more
duel left.
Sensing his thoughts, Yami hugged him tighter, resting
his head on his chest.
"I'll love you forever, Seto." He said firmly.
Unfortunately, though, Seto was far from reassured.
"Yami... You can't do this... please." Seto
pleaded of his lover, his eyes filled with tears that were threatening to spill
over onto his cheeks. The young pharoah had his head bowed, a grave expression
on his face.
"I have to Seto. The fate of the entire world is
at stake." He said solemnly, not looking up at him. Seto clenched his
fists tightly, fighting against the urge to hold onto the other tight and not
let him go.
"I don't care about the rest of the world! I love
you! I don't want to lose you." He insisted, his voice filled with
despiration. "There has to be some other way!"
The young pharaoh shook his head sadly, offering him a
weak smile.
"I love you too, Seto...... But there is no other
way. The sennen items are the only way to seal of the shadow realm." He
said gently, placing a hand on Seto's arm.
He gave Yami a pained look, his expression helpless.
"But it will take all the strength you have and
then some. There's no way you can survive it!" He prostested; the tears
spilling now, though he didn't care. The younger boy nodded slightly, not
looking directly at him.
"I know... but it's the only way." He
insisted softly. Seto growled at that, grabbing Yami's shoulders.
"Then let me do it! I have a sennen item. And my
magic is just as strong as yours!" He begged, shaking the smaller boy.
"Please, Yami." The smaller
boy shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Seto. This is my responsibility. I
have to do this."
They say that hanging on will justify the wait
But patience and elated wisdom
don't share a common fate
"You told me forever." He murmured softly,
looking up at Yami with pained, angry eyes. "When you told me you loved
me, you promised me forever! If you break your promise, I'll never forgive you!"
He excaimed, turning to run from the room. He couldn't take this. Couldn't look
into the eyes of his lover and say goodbye.
Seto lingered back, tense, as he watched Yami's
battle, not letting his anxiousness show. Little by little it was becoming increasingly
apparent that this battle could very easily cost his lover his life. And Yami's
chances didn't look too great. He didn't know how much longer he could watch
this. He couldn't bear to see Yami lose this battle, and his life in the
process. The memories of the past were still fresh in his mind, and the pain
fresh in his heart. He couldn't bear to watch him fade from his life yet again.
With a slight growl of aggrivation, he stormed out of
the arena, unnoticed by the others. He wouldn't be put through this again. Yami
had promised him forever once, then let him down, he didn't think he could bear
the disappointment again.
'If you die, Yami, I'm never forgiving you.' He
thought helplessly, leaning against the wall of the hallway, taking a deep,
steadying breath, wondering how he had gotten so in over his head. He thought
of his lover, his grin, his eyes, his body, his fiery intensity. He had never
really had a chance where Yami was concerned. He was lost the moment he ever
laid eyes on his spike-haired rival and there was no going back.
"I'm doomed." He mused aloud, sighing softly
to himself. He had no choice but to see this through, whether he liked it or
not. He was fully involved in this mess now, and he had to stand beside Yami to
the end. No matter how it ended.
With a sigh he dragged a hand through his hair, and headed back into the arena,
swallowing hard as he saw the state his lover was in. He closed his eyes,
bracing himself before moving closer, letting Yami know that he was there for
him. He could only hope that it helped him somehow. He clenched his fists
tightly, the nails biting into his
palms as he struggled to fight off his anxiety.
Seto sighed softly as he looked out the window of
Yami's room, trembling slightly, and tried in a futile effort to calm his
tears.He couldn't bear this. How could Yami do this? How could he just give up
on what they had so easily? In the back of his mind, the rational part of him
knew that his lover didn't have any choice, but right now, the emotional part
of him didn't give a damn about the rational part of him.
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play the king
and a time to be a theif
He wrapped his arms around himself, sighing shakingly.
He couldn't just stay here.He couldn't let Yami go through this alone, no
matter how painful it was to watch the other give up his life for the well
being of everyone else. With a slight sigh, he dragged himself from the
chambers, heading for his lover.
He needed to be with him, even in this little time
that they had left. And if nothing else, he needed Yami to know how much he
loved him.
He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath until
he finally released it, Mariku's lifepoints dropping to zero, Yami winning the
duel. The tension seemed to drain from his shoulder as the spirit calmed down
from the emotionally draining battle, and put his deck back in the case on his
hip before turning to face his friends.. and him.
His breath caught in his throat when Yami's eyes locked on his and an elation
like he had never felt before filled him as he realized that it was all over.
Everyone was safe and there was nothing left to threaten their relationship.
Nothing to keep them from being together....
Forever.
He swallowed around the emotions rising in his throat,
resisting the ridiculous urge to cry. It seemed too perfect. When Yami smiled
at him, he couldn't help but smile back, despite the odd looks they were
getting from everyone else. He couldn't care less. All he cared about was the
small monarch in front of him. Gods, how he loved him. He didn't think that he
could ever feel as strongly for anyone, his brother aside, as he did for Yami.
After a moment of tense silence, his expression
softened and he opened his arms for the other boy, chuckling softly when the
dark spirit launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around him tightly,
oblivious to the gasps and startled outcries of his friends. He couldn't have
cared less about the others. With a contented sigh, he wrapped his arms around
the smaller boy tightly, burying his face in the other's hair. He smiled when
he felt the other nuzzling his stomach and looked down at him fondly. He blinked
at little when Yami beamed up at him, his eyes brimming with tears, and brushed
them away gently before leaning down to kiss him softly.
It was more precious than any other kiss he could ever
remember and knew that he would cherish it for the rest of his life, as well as
every other kiss that would follow.
He finally sighed and pulled back, looking down at the
other lovingly before pulling him even tighter against his chest and leaning
down to whisper in his ear.
`cause if you're making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
you know time will be the thief
and your fallen king will end up alone
"Show me forever, Yami."
Well I'm only hanging on for what goes down
I'm floating high and my feet don't touch the ground
I'd take advantage but I can't see through this
charade
So don't you--don't go and make it harder than hell
`Cause when it comes down to the makin',
You better be damn sure you can take it
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play the king
and a time to be a theif
`Cause if you're making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
then time will be the theif
and your fallen king will end up alone
~~Owari~~