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Yay, another chapter ^^ I think this is going to be a long story. Maybe even as long as Sugar and Spice. *___*
*ahem* Well, on with this chapter.......

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might.

By Dai-onna (and mucho help from Star-chan ^^)



Yami panted softly against the other's eager mouth as they fell back on to the bed, the other's weight suddenly on top of him. He welcomed the weight, as well as the warmth it brought, and wrapped his arms tighter around the other, pulling him closer to him. The fingers of one hand twined in Seto's hair as the other hand roamed his bare back, enjoying the firm, smooth expanse. He was positive that there wasn't a spare ounce of fat anywhere on the other's body. He was also more than willing to find out.

Seto's tongue was conquering his mouth, devouring everything it connected with, and he surrendered control of the kiss easily to him, hanging on as waves of desire washed over him. It was nearly impossible to remember things like logic and sensibility, especially when Seto's thigh was between his legs, rubbing against him purposefully.

A moan was torn from his lips when Seto's mouth left his, moving down over his jaw to his neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive area. His hands fisted around the other's hair, tugging at it to hold the other's mouth in place. Seto's hands were roaming beneath his shirt and sensations of it were incredible, causing him to arch up into his touch.

He was ignoring all thoughts of reason that came from his mind, despite knowing that they had to stop. It just wasn't enough. He needed more. These feelings were too incredible to resist and he didn't want to give them up just yet. He wrapped his legs around the brunette's waist, pinning him in place, though he didn't seem to get any protests about it from the other. His body was overheating and he was flushed with need. Blinking his eyes open, he could see that Seto was in a similar state as he pulled the brunette up for another deep kiss.

When he felt the other's hands working at the buckles of his shirt some of his reason finally returned.

"We have to stop this." He gasped, his lips still pressed firmly against the other.

"I know." came the reluctant reply, though neither of them made a move to pull back. If anything, Yami's hands were twisted even more tightly in Seto's hair.

"This is insane."

His reply was a grunt of agreement before Seto thrust his tongue into his open mouth. Yami moaned and responded in kind, tasting the other boy deeply and savoring him.

"Gods, you taste good."

 Seto chuckled softly against Yami's lips, reaching up and framing his face, just losing himself in the mind numbing kiss. He had never known that just immersing himself in his desires this way, surrendering to his need and clinging to the edge of sanity, could feel so exilerating. It was nearly overwhelming, this desire he felt for the other. And it wasn't just physical attraction. Hell, he couldn't even see the other. Something about the beautiful pharaoh left him entranced and he wanted him desperately. He groaned softly in disappointment when Yami finally pulled his mouth from his again.

"No, Seto, we really...have...to...stop." the smaller boy panted, his voice husky with equal desire. He could tell by the tone in Yami's voice that he didn't want to stop anymore than he himself did, but he knew they had to.

With a soft sigh, Seto pulled back, setting back on his knees, allowing the other to crawl out from under him. As much as he wanted Yami, he didn't want to do anything that the spirit would later regret. He could hear the other boy's heaving breathing, the sound mixing with his own, and wished that he could see his face, flushed with desire and need. But then, thinking back to the way the other had looked in his dream, maybe it was better he couldn't. He wasn't certain he'd be able to restrain himself if he could actually see the other.

Yami ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to retain what was left of his sanity, and shivered slightly. He could see the desire clearly in the other's sightless eyes and his resistance towards him was wavering greatly. The other's desire towards him was seeming more and more genuine with every encounter and he wasn't certain how much longer he could continue holding back. He wanted this just as much as, if not more than, Seto. He panted heavily, trying unsuccessfuly to think of something to say to the other.

 Seto finally sighed a little, shaking his head lightly to clear it. One drawback to these new feelings was that they invoked a complete loss of his senses. He fianlly moved back, off the bed, putting some distance between them. He was startled to realize how unsteady his legs were. He ran a hand down his face, breathing in deeply.

"I have to go to work, today." He said finally, his voice a little huskier than normal.

Yami shivered slightly at the sound before his words registered. He blinked up at the taller boy, slightly concerned.

"What? But you can't. You're hardly ready for that yet." He said, trying not to make it sound as if he were coddling the other.

Seto sighed.

"I don't have a choice, Yami. Taking one day off is fine as long as it's planned well in advance and it doesn't happen very often. But I can't just suddenly take off for who knows how long." He explained, sitting down on the side of the bed. Yami looked at him, slightly confused, and moved closer.

"But you own the company, it's not as if you can be fired." He questioned, not understanding. Seto shook his head a little.

"It's not like that. My investors, the people who provide money and a good reputation to my company are very hesitant to place their money in the hands of a teenager, even if he is the owner of Kaiba Corp. I have to continually prove myself responsible to them, or they'll pull their funding. It's not that I need it; my company is solid enough to pay for itself, but if they do that, than the company's reputation will drop and people will stop buying from it. Do you understand?" He asked, his voice slightly haggard. Yami nodded slightly.

"I think so... It's a lot like running a country. Even if you have wealth enough to keep it together, if you don't have the faith of the people, then it will fall apart." He murmured thoughtfully. He'd never realized just what a heavy responsibility the other boy had. It made him even more determined to help him out.

He looked up at the brunette, his gaze considering.

"You'll need help then. I'll go with you." He said; not offering, but stating a fact. Seto nodded a little in concention. They both knew there was no way he could go about his daily routine if he was running into walls and tripping over things.

With a resigned sigh, Seto stood once again.

"I need to finish getting dressed." He said, running hand over his hair. He was still having trouble adjusting to the fact that he was going to be depending on Yami a lot now. He didn't like having to; didn't like people seeing that he needed it. It made him feel weak and that was something he tried to avoid at all costs. Though, thinking back, more often than not, when he had to rely on someone, it seemed to be Yami, whether it was to rescue his brother, or, hell, to rescue him, Yami always seemed to be the one he became dependant on. Realizing that made the situation all that more awkward.

Yami nodded a little, standing up as well, though keeping his distance. He was still suffering from the effects of what had just happened between them, and didn't think he could be held responsible for what would happen if he got too close again. He adjusted his clothes a little, fixing the buckle that had been halfway undone, and avoided looking at the other.

"Alright. Just tell me when you're ready." He murmured.

With a single nod, Seto left the room, heading back across the hall to his own, and shut the door, leaning against it and breathing deeply.  It was all beginning to hit him just how large this was. It wasn't just a matter of him wanting the other; he was genuinely beginning to care for him, something he'd never done before. It was more than a little terrifying, but, at the same time, he couldn't help but smile a little. His newfound feelings were causing him an inexplicable sense of elation that he just couldn't seem to ignore.

When his legs finally felt steady enough, he crossed the room to his closet and began sifting through his shirts, searching for one he could identify, and settled on a form-fitting black one. He pulled it on awkwardly before pulling out one of his coats and putting it on over it. He took his time, lingering in his room longer than necessary, giving himself time to think and to sort through his emotions. Despite how enjoyable these feelings he felt for Yami were, he didn't know how to handle the other now, leaving him slightly at a loss on how to deal with him. He wondered vaguely if Yami was going through the same things he was.

When he was finally ready, he went back across the hall, once again knocking on the pharaoh's door, biting his lip slightly. He was more than a little worried about how the day would go and was anxious to get started.

 

For the second time that morning, Yami felt his heart jump in his chest at the sound of the other knocking, even though he'd been expecting it this time. With a breacing sigh, he went to the door; not opening it this time, but leaving the room to stand in front of the other. He took a moment to look him over and his breath caught slightly in his throat.

Even blind, there was no one who could say that Seto Kaiba didn't exude class. As drool-worthy as he'd looked in just a pair of pants, his hair stil wet and ungroomed from the shower; now, fully dressed, he was something that no one could resist stopping to stare at in awe. He was a sight of perfection as far as Yami was concerned. It took him a moment before he was able to find his voice.

"I'm ready to go if you are." He murmured, his voice slightly choked since he was still drooling over the sight of the other. He was acting so ridiculous that he was on the verge of smacking himself.

Seto nodded a little, saying nothing, and they went downstairs, Yami leading Seto with a subtle hand on the small of his back. As awkward as the situation was, Seto seemed to be adjusting to it well. He himself was beginning to have a hard time remembering the the brunette boy couldn't see. He gave no sign of it, even as he was being led through the mansion.
There was a driver waiting for them when they got out front and yami inconspiciously helped Seto into the  back of the limo, settling in beside him. There was an awkward silence that settled over them and Yami had to resist the urge to fidget.

The glass was up separating the front of the car from the back so they had privacy to speak, but neither of them could think of a single thing to say to one another. The situation was too strange and neither one of them had any experience dealing with it. Yami bit his lip a little and busied himself with studying the interior of the limo, having never been in one before.
Seto had his eyes closed, his thoughts turned inwards, as he leaned back against the plush seats, trying not to focus on the boy beside him and how he'd like to ravish him against said seats. Even now, after the heat of the moment had passed, his desire had not.

 

Seto sighed as he sat down in his office chair, closing his eyes for a moment as he heard Yami shut the door, imagining the room as it looked, forming a clear image in his head. He dismissed the image and opened his eyes, almost getting used to the fact that the darkness that greeted him was the same. He absently wondered if darkness was all he would see,  for the rest of  his life. The thought chilled him and he willed it away. He couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus on his work. He was just glad that he had Yami there to help him. He knew with a certainty that there was no way he'd be able to do this on his own.

He could feel Yami's presence at his side and resisted the urge to smile wryly; thinking of the ancient spirit as a guardian angel of sorts. He sighed softly to himself before placing his hands on the familiar hardwood of his desk.

"I guess we should get started." He said softly, recieving  a small sound of agreement from the other. He instructed Yami to rumage through certain drawers of his massive file cabinet, in search of specific files. When Yami had pulled out the requested files, he brought them to the desk and spread them out over the smooth surface. One by one, he had him read the pages aloud.
Yami was amazed at Seto's efficiency. He seemed to know where each and ever document was, right down to the least important documents. And as he read the documents out loud to the other, he grew more and more impressed. Hell, he didn't even know have the words he was saying, much less was able to make sense of the sentances, but Seto seemed to have little trouble comprehending it and making notes for him to write down.  He was watching the youg billionaire with open admiration as they worked, having no idea until now just how hard the other worked.

He shifted slightly on his feet, resting his weight on one, while letting the other rest slightly, having been standing the entire time. Out of nowhere, it seemed, a hand snaked out and looped around his waist, pulling him down into Seto's lap. A slight yelp was torn from him and he forgot what he was doing for a moment as he stared at the brunette in startled confusion. Seto said nothing, simply motioning for him to continue reading, and he just stared at him a few more moments before sighing, accepting hs fate, and began reading again. To be honest, it was more comfortable for him to be sitting down, even if he was in Seto's lap, and he rested back against the brunette a little, his head laying back against the other's shoulder as he continued to read and take notes. He let himself relax, trying not to think about exactly where he was sitting as he helped the other with his work. The day seemed to go by quickly as they worked together; Yami only leaving Seto's lap once; when the brunette's secretary came in to bring them lunch, but somehow he had found his way back into the other's hold.

He had to admit though, he enjoyed being so close to the other. He enjoyed it a lot. It made him feel warm, and safe, and wanted, something he hadn't felt in a long time, and he relished the feeling. And, to his surprise, he found he'd enjoyed helping the other with his work. While they had been eating lunch, he had begun to ask questions about the things he'd been reading, and, to his delight, the brunette had answered them so that he had begun to grasp some of the concepts, even if he had no idea what half the inventions they were talking about were.

By the time they got through the pile of work that Seto had plaanned for himself for that day-- the brunette saying he wanted to take it easy the first day-- night had long since set and the only light in the spacious office was coming from the small lamp on the other's deck. They had set aside the finished work and Yami still sat in Seto's lap, only his chair now face a large window, the glass panels taking up the entire wall, and looking out on the city beneath them. Yami had to admit, the sight was amazing. They were on the top floor of the Kaiba Corp building and all the other buildings were so far down that, in the dark of night, all he could see of them was their lights. The sight was enticing and he couldn't help but linger in his spot, leaning against the brunette comfortably and watching over the city.

Seeing it though, he couldn't help but feel for the other. Taking in such a sight, day after day, it wasn't hard to see how he had becomed so detatched from everyone but his brother. From their position, all he could do was sit back and watch as everyone else lived their lives. But even as he fell sympathy for the other, he was grateful that now he had discovered yet one more piece of the picture that was Seto Kaiba. A picture that was very different from how he had first percieved.

Was it possible that this was why he had never noticed an attraction to the other before? Why he had never felt and sort of pull towards him? Simply because he hadn't been seeing the real boy, but simply an illusion of who he came off as. It was something for him to think about later; he decided.

With a soft sigh, and a great deal of reluctance, he finaly moved from the brunette's lap, standing up on his unused legs, taking a moment to get them steady beneath them. Only seconds out of the other's hold, he was already feeling bereft and missing the warmth that the other's body heat had provided him. He pulled his jacket more securely around him, shivering once, before reaching out and taking the other's hand in his smaller one, helping him to his feet. He stared at the other for a moment before speaking.

"Let's go home, Seto." The second the words were past his lips something seemed to jolt both boys, an unfamiliar pang of longing that left them both at a loss for words. Why was it so easy to think of the mansion he'd only been in a hanful of times as his home? Was it simply because it was where he was staying, and his mind had adjusted to it, or was it because it was where the other was. His thoughts were becoming more and more complicated and, the more he delved into them, the more he was terrified of things to come. He sighed a little and wrapped his arms around himself, shivering slightly.

Seto was equally shaken by the other's words, though wasn't so sure why, and said nothing, nodding his agreement to the other's suggestion. He let Yami lead him back through the office, not having to be so inconspicious since everyone had already gone home for the night. He leaned slightly against Yami, using his help as an excuse to keep the other close, pressed against his side. He was tired from working so hard, but he had enjoyed having the miniature pharaoh spending the day with him, working alongside of him. It had felt...right.

He got into the back of the limo with the other, sighing softly in exhaustion, and leaned back against the seat. Everything since yesterday was beginning to catch up with him and he was suffering the inner turmoil effects that he had been pushing off until now.

The ride back to the mansion was uneventful and not a word had been said between them since the office, even as they entered into the living room, Yami setting Seto down on the couch then sitting beside him. There was nothing said, but the silence between them was no longer awkward, just peacefull.

Seto wrapped his arms around Yami and the smaller boy didn't heasitate to lay back against him, to tired, both physically and emotionally to do anything but lean against the other, resting his head on his shoulder, and close his eyes slightly. It amazed him how much he enjoyed being in the other's arms and he pressed up against hiim. He didn't know how much time passed as he laid there against the other, but he was loathe to leave the security of the other's arms. It felt so good, and it was so easy for Yami to forget everything but the feel of the other holding him close.
When he yawned slightly and felt himself growing drowzy, he reluctantly tried to pull away, only to find Seto's arm holding him firmly in place.

"Just stay a few more minutes." Seto murmured softly to him, not wanting to let him go. Yami blinked a little, slightly surprised, then sighed, nodding a little, and settled back against the other, closing his eyes once again.
'Just a few more minutes....' He thought to himself, his head resting on the other's shoulder.
It wasn't ten minutes later before both boys were laid out on the couch, asleep.

 

~~Owari~~

 

*is hiding from the lynch mobs*

Yami Anzu: -_-;;;;; Erm.... I know you want to kill her by now, but just be patient with her, she's actually going somewhere with this....(I think).... Just hang on, and it will all be worth it.  Please review if you want her to hurry with the next chapter.