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Okay. I tried my hardest to get this out soon. I have so many reviews; it's amazing. *huggles everyone* Before you read this, keep in mind that I was half asleep while writing most of it so it might be a little weird. So just, enjoy.

 

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might.

By dai-onna (And star-chan if she still wants to claim partial ownership after this chapter @_@;;)

 

 

 

 

Seto was awoken to a small, whimpering sound and tried to clear the haze of his mind enough to decipher where it was coming from. He blinked rapidly when he realized that the sounds were coming from his chest and it took him a moment to recall that he had fallen asleep on the couch with Yami in his arms. He realized that the pharaoh must have been the one making the noises. He grew concerned when the sounds, which were definitely whimpers, had grown louder so that now they were small cries.

He shifted slightly, moving to a sitting position, and cradled the smaller boy against him. It took him a little longer to cast aside the effects of sleep long enough to realize that the other was having a nightmare, and tried gently to shake him from it.

Yami whimpered a little, shaking against him, and his hands fisted tightly in the material of his clothes. The slender boy writhed against him, caught up in the nightmare, and, if he hadn't been so concerned for the other, he might have realized just how powerful an effect that was having on the lower portion of his body. He shook the boy again, calling his name softly, trying to pull him from what ever images were plaguing him.

Yami let out a startled cry, waking abruptly from the darkness, and clung to the other, panting heavily as his body shook and he tried to force the lingering images from his mind. Warm arms encircled him in the darkness and he knew by their inviting warmth that they were Seto's. He let out a soft sound, cuddling into them deeply as the other whispered soothing words to him. The words themselves went over his head, but, the other's soothing voice lingered in his head, though caused his shaking to increase. He was unaware of the tears that were streaming down his cheeks and he nuzzled into the other's neck, trying not to think of the dream, the images of which were still lingering in his head.

Seto's hands were on his hair and back, stroking softly everywhere, doing everything that he could think of to try and soothe him. Little did the brunette know, that everything he did to soothe him, only caused his torment to increase, as illogical as it was. He couldn't help it. He just couldn't shake the nightmare from his mind.

He had dreamed of the Duelist Kingdom. Where he and Seto dueled on top of Pegasus' castle. It had happened in his mind, just as clearly as it had happened in actuality. Only, this time, when Seto had stepped up onto the edge, he hadn't pulled back his attack at the last minute and the consequences had been disastrous. The hollowness that had filled him at the thought of losing the other had nearly destroyed him and he was having a hard time recovering from it, even if it had only been a dream, for the sole reason of knowing that he had been capable of seeing his attack through, even if it meant that Seto would jump from the ledge. At the time, the reason he had pulled back had not been because he was afraid of what Seto would do, or that he thought he was just bluffing, but because of Mokuba. The thought chilled him. That, if the younger Kaiba's very soul had not been on the line, he would have let the beautiful boy who was now doing everything in his power to comfort him, destroy himself. It was enough to make him ill.

He didn't know when, but at some point the other had started pressing soothing kisses to his face, murmuring softly to him, trying to calm his pain.

He cuddled more tightly into the other's hold, nuzzling into him before framing the other's face and closing his mouth over his. Seto seemed startled at first, but didn't protest, tightening his arms around him further as he gently deepened the kiss. Yami was furious in his kiss, his hands fisted tight in the other's shirt, and his mouth seemingly trying to devour the other's. His mind was frantic with thoughts of losing the other and he just had to reassure himself that he was still here and not just a figment of his imagination. Seto groaned softly against his lips, burying a hand in his hair to cup the back of his head and pull him closer. Yami was more than happy to comply, plastering himself up against the other. His hands, which had been gripping the other's shirt, where now trying to remove it, forcing open the row of buttons to expose it to his questing hands.

He wrapped his arms around the other's waist, running his hands over the broad expanse of his back, stroking the smooth skin and delighting in it.He could feel the strong muscles beneath the pale skin and shivered slightly, thinking about how much power the other's lean frame hid, and what he could do with it. He coaxed his tongue into the other's mouth, taking in his taste and sparring with the other's tongue. He loved the little primal thrills that went through him when he and Seto were like this; forgetting everything except how good it felt to lose himself in the other's mouth and hold. It was enthralling. 

He found himself moaning softly against the other's lips a moment later. Seto's hands were just as adventurous as his own, and had maneuvered their way under his shirt, roaming his chest. The moan was followed by another, louder, one when Seto's thumb brushed over a sensitive peak, causing it to tighten in response. He shivered violently, arching into the other's touch, willing him to do it again.

Seto's mind was whirling. One minute he'd been trying to comfort the boy in his arms, the next, he was being kissed senseless and was helpless to do anything but respond. His body seemed to work of it's own accord, since his brain had apparently shut down. Yami felt so soft and warm in his arms and he couldn't help but pull him closer, his hands still playing beneath the tight leather top. He loved the way the smaller boy's skin felt beneath his fingers, as well as the soft gasps that he drew from him. The small, almost pleading sounds were so foreign for the normally indomitable boy, and he loved knowing that he could coax them from him.

In the back of his mind, he absently knew that this was a complete turnaround from Yami's normal behavior and it struck him that not pulling back now would be taking advantage of the other while he was upset. It took all of his will power, but he managed to pull back from the other's lips, taking a deep breath of air as he did. Yami protested, trying to fuse his mouth back to his, and, god help him, he really wanted to let him, but he gently pushed the other back, panting slightly for air.

"Yami.. You have to stop.... I don't.... want to take advantage of you." He gasped out, his voice husky with a combination of sleep and desire. He shivered a little when he heard the other boy growl under his breath, and, at the same time, he was both hoping and afraid that the boy would tackle him back to the couch and make him forget all of his objections.

"Seto......I want this, please." He said softly. Seto heard something in his voice akin to desperation and nearly lost it right then. As it was, he had to clench the fabric of the couch to keep from touching the other. He struggled through his mind, trying to find reason and a decent reply.

"I don't want to do something you'll regret." He said softly. More than anything, he wanted to keep that from happening. If something occurred between them and the other regretted it, he didn't know what he would do.

Yami sighed softly and he felt his warm breath waft over his bare skin, causing him to shiver.

"Please.... If it's not right, we'll work it out....but if it is.....Please Seto, take away my pain, if only for right now. You're the only one who can." He said softly, and Seto felt the rest of his resolve crumble away. He pulled the other back to him, letting out a soft, self-mocking laugh.

"This is normally the part where I'd do something gallant like carrying you upstairs, but..." He trailed off slightly, his voice a little choked.

He shivered a little, feeling Yami's slender hand on his chest, his fingers barely brushing his skin.

"I don't need a bed, Seto... I only need you." Yami's words seemed to break him and he brought his hands up, grabbing the other's shoulders, and pulled him back to his lips.

His actions were less hesitant this time as he claimed the other's mouth, parting his lips with his tongue. He needed this now. The other's words, combined with his own desire, had broken any control he'd ever claimed to possess, and he wasn't sure there was anything that could stop this from happening now.  He laid out on the couch, pulling the other over him so that Yami was now straddling his waist, their kiss never breaking.

Yami panted softly against the other's lips, feeling the brunette's eager hands trying to blindly unbuckle his shirt. Yami helped him, his own hands moving to deftly unfasten the garment, allowing the other to push it off his shoulders. As soon as the garment was off, Seto's mouth had moved from his own, to his neck, sucking at the delicate skin, causing a soft moan to fall from his lips. He clung to the other, rolling them over so that the taller boy lay on top of him.

His hands were once again roaming the other's chest, more purposefully this time, and he toyed with the taut buds on his chest, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He loved the sounds the other was making and he was intent on eliciting a lot more from the taller teen before the night was out. He wanted this to be something that they both would savor, even if they did regret it later. For now, it was just about enjoying the moment and forgetting about all their troubles. And Ra, it wasn't hard to forget everything with the other's mouth on his skin. There was something about Seto that had him completely helpless and had him feeling ways he'd never felt before. It was more than a little frightening, but, at the same time, it was extremely exhilarating.

He moved down, taking one of the hardened peak between his lips, sucking on it lightly and delighting in the strangled moan that came from the other, and sighed a little when the brunette's large hands fisted in his hair. He nursed on the delicate peak, flicking his tongue over it a few times before sucking on it again. He ran his hands over Seto's sides, stroking the smooth skin there. He pulled his mouth back, blowing lightly on the dampened bud and watching it tighten further in the dim light of the room.

Seto gasped softly, the pleasure spearing him as the cold air wafted over the dampened spot of his chest, and his hands tightened in the boy's hair, trying to pull his lips back to his chest. Yami's mouth moved to his other nipple; giving it the same attention he had given the first while his hand toyed with the damp one. He arched up into the other, his eyes falling shut in rapture at the things that the other was doing to him. Gods, he needed him so bad. His hands slid down from the other's hair, to his waist, stroking the skin of his torso for a moment before forcing open the fastenings of his pants. He needed the other bare beneath him. He needed to feel him; all of him, with no barriers in the way. Yami offered no protest as he peeled the leather from his legs and tossed it aside, running his hands up the dark spirit's now-bare thighs. Soft pants and moans fell from Yami's lips, the sound like music to him as he stroked the soft, supple skin beneath his hands.

The boy's thighs were curved and slender, made for stroking.  He ran his hands up the other's inner thighs, noting absently how petite and delicate the other was, despite the power that he possessed. He stroked the skin gently, pointedly avoiding the source of throbbing heat coming from the apex of the other's thighs. Yami's little mewls and pleas were drowning him in desire and as much as he wanted to take this further, he wanted to take his time and savor this experience with the pharaoh. He lowered his head to the other's thighs, pressing light, tender kisses to them, sucking lightly on the skin there occasionally. He was drowning in the thick, heady scent of the other, breathing it in at the strongest point, and taking it to memory even as he  became drunk on it. He nipped lightly at one piece of skin, chuckling softly at Yami's startled yelp.   

"Seeetooo!!" Yami keened, his hands gripping his hair, trying to urge his mouth towards his aching arousal. He chuckled again, letting his warm breath waft over the other. He felt a shiver go through the spike haired boy and encased his hips in his hands as he moved up, lightly flicking his tongue over the other's length. He felt the other jump in his hold, his hips bucking up against his hands which held them firmly to the couch. He repeated his actions, tasting the other and committing the exotic flavor to memory. He wanted to remember all of this.

Yami was thrashing beneath him and he could feel the spirit's blunt nails digging into his scalp, urging him to do more. He complied, running his eager tongue along the length of the other, up one side and down the other, lapping at him like a treasured piece of candy. Something he wanted to devour, but, at the same time, something he wanted to make last forever. He closed his mouth around the other, swirling his tongue around him and tasting the gathering fluids. He purred in delight, causing Yami to gasp softly, and began to suck slightly. He was loving every little tremor he could feel going through the other and doing his best to cause more. He gradually took more of the pharaoh's arousal into his mouth, alternating between sucking hard and light, wanting to drive the other to the brink of pleasure. When he could feel the other's body tensing and trembling beneath his own, he pulled back, causing Yami to whimper in protest.

He quickly removed his own pants, settling between his legs. He pulled back for a moment, sitting on his haunches.
"Are you sure you want this Yami?" He asked softly, certain that he would stop if the other wanted him to, even if he might go mad from the frustration. But, either way, he wasn't taking the chance of doing something the other would feel bad about later. He cared about him too much for that.
He blinked a little when he felt Yami's hand come up, cupping his cheek.

"Please Seto. I want you so badly." The other whispered softly, causing him to shiver. He nodded slightly in compliance, bringing the other's hand to his lip and kissing it softly before moving over him, spreading his legs and slightly one hand up his thigh. His fingers had just softly brushed up against the other's backside when an irritating ring penetrated his mind, causing him to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

Yami whimpered a little, biting his lip in sorrow and mewling softly. Seto shook his head a little, a frown creasing his brow.
"Ignore it." The brunette said gruffly, not wanting to let go of this moment for anything. Yami looked at the other considerately.

"But Seto, it's the middle of the night. Why would anyone call you at this time unless it was really important?" He said, though his voice showed his obvious reluctance to move. They had been so close. His body was still on the brink of relief, throbbing with the need to have the other inside of him.

Seto groaned softly, running a hand through his hair, knowing that the other was right, and grudgingly moved back off of him.
Yami slipped out from beneath him, having great difficulty moving from his painful state of arousal. He didn't bother to dress before running off down the hall for the office to answer the phone, setting his bare backside on the edge of the hardwood desk as he answered the phone with a breathless "hello".

"Yami?" He blinked a little at that, hearing the familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"Bakura??" He asked incredulously, feeling his irritation start to rise. "Do you know what time it is? What possible reason could you have for calling right now?" He snapped, not in the best of moods, given what had just been interrupted. He blinked a little when there was a pregnant pause on the other end before a softly spoken response.
"It's Yugi." Suddenly being turned on wasn't a problem anymore as concern flooded him and he glared at the receiver of the phone.

"What has happened to my light, and why did you allow it?" He growled out, wanting to strangle the other through the prone. He could hear Bakura sighing on the other end, obviously trying to control his own frustrations.

"Yugi had gotten up to get something to drink. I heard him cry out, and when I found him he had already fallen down the stairs." The other ground out, obviously angered by his own helplessness. He sighed a little, feeling bad for snapping at the other Yami, but his concern still over whelmed him as he waited for the other two continue. "He was conscious, I don't think he had hit his head, but his arm is broken, and there may be some other things. We're at the hospital right now.

Yami breathed out a little in relief, glad that his light half wasn't too badly hurt, and bit on his lip a little, looking over at the things on the cluttered desk for a moment.
"I'll be there as soon as I can." He said softly, his fingers toying with the frame of the picture of Seto and Mokuba. With a absently murmured goodbye, his sighed a little and slowly walked back to the living room, his arms wrapped around himself. Seto was sitting on the couch, pretty much in the same spot where he had left him, and the brunette looked up at him curiously, hearing him enter.
Biting his lip, he moved to sit down on the couch next to the other, reaching for his discarded clothes.

"It's Yugi." He explained softly. "He had an accident and is at the hospital right now. It isn't too serious but.... I need to be there." He whispered softly, obviously reluctant to leave the brunette alone. Seto sat still for a moment, apparently thinking to himself, before finally responding.

"I understand. I'll have a car take you to the hospital." He told him softly. Yami gave him a grateful smile and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close for a moment. His smile widened when he felt the other's arms come around him.

"Thank you, Seto. I'll try and be back as soon as I can." He promised, giving the other a soft kiss on the lips. Seto sighed a little and returned the favor.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. Give Yugi my regards, alright?" He said quietly, relinquishing Yami.

"Of course." Yami murmured, getting up from the couch and dressing quickly. When he was fully dressed, Seto called up a car for him, and he gave the taller teen one more grateful hug before leaving for the hospital.

 

Yami rushed through the halls of the large, eerily sterile building, into the waiting room where a frustrated Bakura was waiting to meet him. He was led to the room where Yugi was having his arm wrapped in plaster, and carefully hugged his light half. He couldn't believe how terrible he felt not being there to protect his light half, and he was sure that Bakura had to be going through the same. Yugi gave him a sheepish look, apparently embarrassed at being in such a .... domestic accident. He ran a hand over his Hikari’s hair, wanting to ascertain that he was okay and not in too much pain.

When they were finally given a moment alone, he pulled his smaller half into a hug, once again glad that the boy was okay. He didn't know what he would do if he ever this precious part of himself. The smaller boy looked up at him, blinking sheepishly.
"I'm sorry Yami, I didn't mean to bother you so late." He said softly. Yami looked at the boy incredulously, then chuckled softly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Yugi. You could never bother me. I'm just happy you're alright." He said softly to him. Yugi hugged him with his one good arm, holding him closely, before blushing slightly and looking sheepish.

"But.... I interrupted something, didn't I?......After it happened I opened our soul link to try and contact you, and...." The boy trailed off, his implications obvious.

This time it was Yami's turn to blush and he looked downwards slightly, stammering a little. "It's... okay... really." He murmured, trying not to this too much about what he would be doing if he and Seto hadn't been interrupted.

Yugi still looked slightly sheepish, though he was smiling.

"You and Kaiba-kun really like each other, don't you?" The smaller one asked softly, looking up at him with glimmering eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"It seems that way." He conceded, though his cheeks were still tinged pink. Yugi's smile widened at his answer.

"You don't need to stay around here too long, Yami. Bakura's going to take me home soon, and them I just want to go to sleep. You should go back to him." He said intently. Yami blinked a little then nodded, smiling gratefully. He gave the boy a final hug and stood up.

"Yami?" Yami paused, looking back at Yugi who wore a concerned expression. "Is Kaiba-kun really alright?" He asked softly. Yami sighed a little and gave his Hikari a reassuring smile. "He will be." He said confidently, intent on making sure of it.

 

When Yami finally got back to the mansion, not surprised to find the lights still out, after all, Seto didn't really need them at the moment. He quietly moved through the mansion, heading for the living room. Maybe they would still be able to continue what they had begun before. The notion made him smile. He still wanted the other greatly and, while he wasn't as desperate as he had been before, he would still jump at the chance to be with the brunette. 
He stepped into the living room, looking around curiously, blinking incredulously at what he found. He just stood in the doorway, staring a little and smiling softly, in spite of himself. Seto lay, curled up, on the couch, fast asleep. He couldn't help but find the sight adorable and just watched him for a moment before going up to the guest room and getting the blanket from the bed. He brought it back down to the couch and spread it out over the other, mildly surprised when he didn't stir.

After a moment of internal debate, he sighed softly and lifted the cover, curling up next to the brunette on the couch. Smiling softly, he placed a soft kiss on the other's jaw before resting his head on his shoulder.
"Goodnight Seto."

~~Owari~~

*Has gone into hiding since even her muses want to kill her*

 

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