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Yami Anzu: Since Dai has gone into hiding; I have to do the A/N this time. This chapter is a little longer than the others and the next one has already been started. Who knows, maybe she might actually get it out soon. If she weren't hiding for her life, Dai would probably celebrate the fact that she has over 200 reviews, so I'll thank you all for that. It's probably the only thing that has kept her writing this.

Well, here's the chapter, enjoy.

 

 

 

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might.

By Dai-Onna

 

 

Yami woke up slowly as the rays of sunlight poured through the window of the living room, the drawn-back curtains letting the golden light flood into the room undeterred. He groaned softly, trying to roll away from the lightly, and found his face pressed against something warm and firm...and breathing?

He blinked an eye open slowly, glancing around the room curiously to try and remember where he was, why he was there, and who he was sleeping against. He blinked rapidly when his eyes fell on Seto, the gorgeous brunette fast asleep on the couch beside him--not far from being beneath him-- and he tilted his head to the side a little, trying to comprehend it. Slowly the memories returned. Seto's condition, their growing attraction for one another, and the previous night's less-than-convenient interruption.

He smiled wryly at that, remembering his light half's accident, and Bakura's Ra-awful timing that had intervened on what had promised to be a very fulfilling night for the both of them. He felt a pang of regret about what had almost happened. Not because it had almost happened; no certainly not, but because it hadn't happened. His body still tingled with the memory of the other's touch, the burning desire he'd felt, and the agonizing disappointment when it had all been abruptly ended.

Sighing softly, he took the time to admire the other as he slept, his expression unguarded. Yami couldn't help but smile at the sight. The other looked so adorable with his hand curled into a ball, resting beneath his cheek. Like a cat taking a nap, he though. He couldn't resist reaching out to pet him softly, brushing his hand over his cheek. The skin was soft and smooth, and there was the slightest flush of color lining his high cheekbones.

Grinning slightly, he leaned down and brushed his lips softly over the other's. Seeing the brunette's soft, pink lips slightly parted, drawing in slow, shallow breaths, was just too great a temptation to resist. He purred softly at the feel of the other's delectable lips beneath his own and was about to pull back reluctantly when a firm arm snaked around his waist, pulling him down against the other's bare form, and the mouth beneath his beginning to respond lazily.

He blinked a little in surprise, the mouth against his muffling the slight squeak that escaped him, but then let his eyes fall shut, purring in delight as he parted his lips in an invitation for the other. He loved the way Seto's mouth felt against his, so firm, so gentle, and so utterly delicious. He was helpless to the addiction it spurned in him.

He moaned softly in appreciation when Seto shifted them, pulling him on top of him and deepening the kiss further, their mouths now practically melding to one another. Their tongues twined against each other, tasting, taunting, and tormenting each other. The only thing that kept him from groaning in disappointment when the other pulled back was the lack of air in his lungs, preventing him from making aside from the deep gasps of air he took, his chest heaving slightly. He looked down at Seto, the other's sightless eyes half lidded, a smug look at them, despite the fact brunette was panting as well. He grinned down at the other boy slightly as he caught his breath.

"Good morning to you, too." He purred, running a single finger down the column of the other's throat, feeling him swallow deeply.

A small smirk formed at the corner of the other's lips, a hand coming up to take his own, bringing that errant finger to the brunette's lips.

"Mmm, good morning." He purred, his voice husky with sleep, and purposefully drew the digit into his mouth, sucking on it lightly and sending fiery licks of pleasure shooting up Yami's arm, causing goosebumps to rise and a small tremor to run through him. He closed his eyes for a moment before drawing his saliva coated finger back, unable to stop himself from bringing it to his own lips.

As if the other could sense his actions, a small shiver ran through the brunette, and Seto's hand settled at the base of his spine as the other sat up slightly, Yami sliding down into the taller boy's lap and finding himself pressed against his unclothed arousal, only the thin layer of his leather separating them.

He swallowed deeply, trying not to shift against the other, not wanting to call attention to the awkward position that the brunette had to be aware that they were in.

Seto ran a hand through his sleep-rumpled hair, sighing softly; well aware of the position they were in and not about to move the other. Just the mental image alone would be haunting for the rest of the day, but the feel of the other's leather-clad backside, pressed against him, trying not to move around, it was enough to fuel his wet dreams for weeks to come.

"What time is it?" He asked casually, giving Yami no hint of how he was affecting him.

Yami blinked rapidly, trying to force his mind out of the gutter long enough to process the other's question, and possibly even answer it. He looked around curiously, his gaze finally landing on a clock hung over the hearth.

"Um... about 7:30." He murmured, his voice a little strained as the other's arm held him in place.

Suddenly that arm was gone and Seto was carefully sliding him off of his lap, much to both their dismay.

Seto sighed exasperatedly, getting to his feet. Yami had to resist the urge to drool when presented with the other's unclad form in front of him. He was nearly too beautiful to be true.

Seto sighed a little, unaware of the other's gaze on him, but not the slightest bit embarrassed about his lack of clothing. He stretched slightly, grinning a little as he put on a slight show for the other, his smooth skin stretching over sinewy muscles. He could practically feel the room grow warmer and the silence thicker. He could picture the other's heated crimson gaze roaming over him, burning to every inch of his exposed skin.

His grin widened slightly, deviously, before he turned, giving the other a innocent look.

"I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for work." He informed the other, his voice light and casual.

Yami blinked a little as a mental image of the other's naked form drenched with steamy water, and his mouth watered. He found himself wiping excess saliva from the corner of his lips. He swallowed deeply, nodding slightly as his brain re-solidified.

"Uh-huh.... I think I'll take a shower too..." {A very COLD shower....} He added silently.

A trickle of sweat dripped down his neck when Seto grinned at him roguishly, and he willed himself from looking at anything below the other's neck.

"Do you want to join me?" Seto's voice was like pure silk; smooth, warm, and inviting and he nearly jumped at the invitation. As it was, he was gripping the fabric of the couch to keep from crawling up the other's body like some demented monkey.

"S-seto..." He said the name in a mix of anguish and exasperation, making his voice sound like a whining child. "If I take a shower with you, you won't be getting to work today." He warned, or was it a promise, the other boy.

Seto gave him something akin to a sheepish grin, or at least the closest thing that the billionaire could manage. Yami didn't believe for a second that there was a sheepish bone in the brunette's body. Said brunette shrugged slightly, but, much to Yami's excitement and dismay, the taller teen seemed to be giving it serious thought. He bit into his lip, his eye twitching slightly.

"Dammit Seto, will just take your shower so I don't tackle you and ravish you on the carpet." He said pleadingly. The brunette gave a slightly startled chuckle, and, much to Yami's amazement, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Heh, alright, alright. But I'm still going to need some help getting upstairs." The brunette purred, almost mockingly.

Yami narrowed his eyes a little at that. If he hadn't known better he would have sworn that the other was only using that as an excuse to get him close to him. Either way, the normally brief trip was going to be torture. Especially since the slender teen didn't seem very inclined to get dressed before his shower.

He drug his hand through his hair with an exaggerated sigh and went over to the taller boy.

"Alright, but no groping!" He reprimanded, certain that the thought had already crossed Seto's mind. His suspicion was confirmed at the other's nervous chuckle.

"Would I do something like that?" He asked, giving a pathetic attempt at looking innocent.

"Hell yes." He muttered, taking the other's wrist in hand as he led him to the stairs. He placed his hand at the other's spine, leading him up the steps. Much to his relief, Seto's hands stayed at his side through the duration of the trip and he walked the other into his room.

He had turned to leave when he found himself once again being pulled to the brunette and the boy's lips coming down on his. It was something he was beginning to become accustomed to, though it was no less mind blowing. He sighed a little in assent, unable to resist, and parted his lips for the other, though fought the urge to rub up against him. He purred softly, his tongue welcoming the other's into his mouth and twining them together and moaning softly at the small shivers that went through him. He rested his hands on the other's thighs, the other moving close to him, and he groaned a little, feeling the other's definite arousal pressed against his sternum.

He very reluctantly pulled back from the other's lips, panting heavily. His eyes were slightly wild with need and he thought he was going to die of sexual frustration before the day was out. Taking a deep, bracing breath, he shoved the brunette in the direction of the bathroom before retreating from the room.

He ran across the hall to the guest room, nearly tearing his clothes off as he rushed to the bathroom, a mantra rushing through his head.

{Coldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshowercoldshower}

 

Seto sighed as he sat down in his office chair, wasting no time in pulling Yami into his lap. He could feel the other tense for a moment, startled, but relaxed against him. He didn't know what it was that had been happening to him since Yami had shown up the other day, but the petite pharaoh seemed to be doing wonders for his nerves. He was more relaxed than he had been in years and, as that morning had proved, even the slightest bit playful. Having Yami in close contact though was bliss, even if it was physically torturous. Just having the spirit shifting in his lap, trying to get comfortable as he read over documents to him and wrote out notes, made him want to smile, even if it did also make him want to throw the other on the desk and screw him until neither of them could walk straight.

Pushing those thoughts aside, with a great deal of will power, he focused on the things that Yami was reading, his arms wrapped tightly around the miniature monarch. He couldn't get enough of holding the other. He couldn't remember having someone he could just hold onto, not needing to say or do anything, and just taking comfort from them. It was something he was savoring.

He nuzzled the multicolored hair lightly, sighing softly as he listened to Yami reading the report, delighting in the husky tinbre of his voice. This was something he could definitely get used to. It occurred to him that once he finally got his sight back that, logically, this would all come to an end. A part of him was grateful that once it was over he would no longer have to rely on Yami, though it seemed that doing so wasn't as bad as he'd anticipated. He found he almost enjoyed knowing that he could rely on the other to help him, knowing that he didn't always have to depend solely on himself.

He bit his lip slightly at the thought of one day coming to work; his vision fully restored, only to spend the day in a quiet, empty office. For some reason it just didn't seem much like a fair trade. It was beginning to worry him how dependent he was becoming on the other. Not just his help, but simply having him around. He was enjoying the pharaoh's presence more than he had ever imagined, and just thinking of suddenly being without him left him hollow inside. He wasn't sure just how intense their relationship was becoming, but he couldn't deny that what he was beginning to feel for the other--or had he felt it all along?--was stronger than anything he had ever felt for anyone he'd been involved with. More than he'd known he could feel for anyone other than his brother. He was deeply afraid that he was falling in love with his beautiful rival. The notion left him trembling and anxious. It excited him, but at the same time he was afraid that what the other felt for him was simply lust mixed with concern. He didn't like the awkward position it left him in, or the risk he was presented with.

But he wouldn't think about that now. He wasn't even sure of his own feelings, so it would do him no good to worry about the other's. He would just enjoy what they had for right now. It was more than he had ever expected.

Sighing softly, he pressed his lips softly to Yami's neck, feeling the spirit shiver slightly in his arms and his voice hitch slightly as he spoke. He couldn't help but smile against the other's neck, running his tongue lightly over the other's sweet skin, and purring softly, no longer paying attention what the other had been saying. He pulled the document from the other's hand, his fingers having gone slack, and set it on the desk to be immediately forgotten. Yami arched his neck and, pleased, he closed his mouth around a portion of skin, sucking on it hard.

Yami was gasping softly and running his hand absently over his thigh. He shifted the pharaoh in his lap and tilted his chin up to claim his lips. He couldn't get enough of how wonderful the other tasted and wanted to devour him whole. Yami purred into his mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He graciously complied to the other's wishes. Yami's lips parted instantly in invitation and he was helpless to resist the offer, delving his tongue in to taste him, drown in him. It was impossible not to experience a complete loss of mental function when the other's mouth was pressed firmly against his own.

Yami moaned softly into his mouth, twining his fingers into the silken strands of chestnut hair, using it as leverage to pull the other even closer to him. He loved the way it felt when the other kissed him senseless. His entire body seemed to thrum with energy and his skin tingled and burned wherever Seto touched him. It was always a complete overload of sensations, something he had never felt with anyone else. The knowledge made him slightly giddy, and slightly wary at the same time. He was growing addicted to the brunette, but he wasn't certain of the other's feelings. Heck, he wasn't sure if Seto knew what he was feeling, but he let himself hope for a little bit, losing himself in the feel of the other's arms. Every time they were together like this, the desire seemed to build even faster and stronger than the last, and after so many times of being unfulfilled, Yami's need was already painful, straining against the front of his all too confining pants.

Feeling Seto beneath him, He could tell that the brunette was in a similar state and it excited him to no end, knowing that he could get a rise out of the other. Of course, having him squirming around in his lap most of the morning probably hadn't helped his state any either. Ra knows, it had been doing incredible things to him. Maybe it was the building sexual frustration, but sitting in the other's lap, knowing that there was only a few measly layers of cloth separating them, had left him more than a little distracted. He hadn't even known what he was reading, even as he was reading it. Though, obviously it had been okay since the other had made no mention of it.

He gasped softly, feeling the other's hands move beneath his shirt, coming in contact with his bare skin, and causing him to shiver in delight. He moaned a little and shifted against the other, moving his mouth over his chin and jaw, leaving a damp trail as he went and feeling Seto's breath on his shoulder as the brunette pulled his jacket from him. He helped shrug off the garment and then twined his arms back around Seto's neck, moving his mouth up to play with the taller boy's ear, running his tongue along the curve of it and nipping at it playfully.

Seto groaned at the feel, pulling the other even more tightly against him and worked his shirt open, his work completely forgotten as he parted the confining leather, dropping his lips to the other's neck, his mouth devouring it hungrily. His hands were everywhere on Yami's back, not lingering anywhere more than a few moments. At the present moment, one was beneath the obstructing leather top, his fingers pressing against the notches of his spine and the other was at his lower back, his fingers lightly dipping beneath the band of his pants. His hands were itching to touch more of the other and he was going nuts with need, craving the delicious boy in his lap, his body crying out to be inside of him.

He moved his mouth lower over the pharaoh's chest, taking a straining nipple between his lips and nursing on it feverishly, like a starving newborn. He flicked his tongue over it roughly and plucked at it with his teeth, drawing moans and cries from the other. Some part of his mind that was still thinking logically was glad that his office was virtually sound proof. He really didn't need his secretary knowing what was going on in here.

Yami's hands were gripping at his shoulders, the dark spirit's blunt nails digging into his skin through the material of his clothes, and he shivered a little, rubbing the other against him as he switched from one taut bud to the other, giving it the same treatment. The hands at his shoulders moved down, shoving his jacket off his arms and parting his shirt. Goosebumps rose along his skin as the cool air of the room wafted over it, and he moved his mouth back up to reclaim the other's lips.

The pharaoh moaned softly against his mouth and he relished the sound, loving to hear the pleasure in the other's voice.

He gasped against the other's lips as he felt Yami's hand worm it's way beneath the band of his pants, his slim fingers circling around him and stroking him lightly. He panted into Yami's mouth, shivering from his ministrations, and arched up into the other's touch, moaning the spirit's name.

With a ragged breath, he pulled Yami's hand from him, laying the smaller boy out on the desk, leaning over him as he worked his pants open, his fingers fumbling slightly as they searched for the fastenings. Yami's arms twined themselves around his neck and he could feel the boy's heated breath against his jaw as he arched into him. He had finally tugged the leather garment open when the buzzer went off on his intercom.

Both boys blinked rapidly at the sound, then Seto glared blankly at the offending machine, his eyes wild, and clenching his fists to keep from destroying it. Yami was whimpering plaintively and banging his head repeatedly against the desk. At the moment, it actually seemed like a pretty good idea.

He bit hard into his lip to try and get a grip on his arousal and his irritation before hitting the button on the intercom.

"What is it?" He growled to his secretary, wondering if the flighty girl knew she had just put her job in serious jeopardy.

"Sir, one of your clients is here to see you." He reported dutifully. Seto groaned a little internally, rubbing the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache.

"Do they have an appointment?"

"No sir." He gave a slightly relieved sigh at that.

"Well they'll have to wait. I'm in the middle of something."

"Yes, sir." Without even listening to her reply, he shut of the intercom before looking up in Yami's direction, shaking slightly from his pent up desire. He was actually considering just finishing what he had started, but something about having sex with Yami on his desk, while one of his clients was waiting just outside the door just seemed a little too weird. That was not to say that he didn't REALLY want to. It just meant that he was trying to get a grip on what little self control he had.

Once Yami had started seeing double from banging his head continuously, he looked up at Seto, seeing the apologetic look on his face. He shivered a little, his body still crying out for contact, but slid of the other's desk, fixing his now excruciatingly painful pants and pulling his other clothes back on. It almost seemed like they were cursed not to have sex and he was beginning to hate himself for holding back in the beginning when they'd had the chance.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to calm himself somewhat, and put some distance between himself and the brunette before he jumped him. He fidgeted a little, watched Seto as he straightened his own clothes. Yami moved over towards the window, getting somewhat out of the way, and looked down at the city as Seto told his secretary to send the client in.

To both their credit, neither of them gave away anything about Seto's condition, though Yami was greatly surprised when the young billionaire introduced him as his assistant. It was an interesting thought, something, he decided, that he wouldn't mind being true. He admired Seto silently as he talked with the older man; the owner of a smaller corporation that was thinking of letting Kaiba Corp buy them out, and was impressed with how cool and steady his voice was. Though, from the almost rigid stance of his shoulders, he could tell that Seto was a large bundle of nerves. It didn't show to the older man, apparently, the man obviously impressed with the figures and statistics that Seto was able to quote from memory.

Yami was more than a little impressed himself by that, and was doing his best to resist a  smile as the two businessmen negotiated terms. He could see that Seto was definitely in his element here.

When the older man had left, the deal all but contracted, and the door was shut behind him, Yami could see the tension drain from Seto's shoulders, which were now shaking slightly. Yami drew his brows back in concern and moved to the other, sitting down in his lap and looping his arms around his neck slightly, hoping that the contact would help sooth the other.

"Seto?" He asked softly. "What's wrong."

The brunette drew in a shaky breath, Yami's concern growing, and pulled him closer to him. Placing a hand against the other's chest, he could feel his heart pounding erratically.

"I can't do this, Yami." The taller boy croaked slightly, obviously trying to gain control of his nerves.  "So much of my business is dealing with other people; reading their expression and reactions, and making judgments based on that. How can I read people when I can't even see them?" He asked, a vulnerable tone in his voice.

Yami made a sympathetic sound, cradling the other to him, and murmured to him softly.

"You're going to get through this, Seto. I know you are. You're going to get your eyesight back, and I'll be here for you until you do.... I'll always be here for you." He added quietly, stroking the other's hair. Seto released a shuddered sigh, his warm breath wafting over Yami's neck, and rested his face against his shoulder.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, Yami." Seto said softly, holding him tightly, taking comfort in the smaller boy and his words. He wanted nothing more than to be able to believe that Yami would always be there. It seemed even more important than having his sight back.

They stayed like that for an indeterminable amount of time, neither of them saying anything else, just holding each other tightly. When Seto had finally calmed, the sky had begun to darken and both were slightly surprised at how much time had passed. They didn't work anymore that day, neither of them wanting to think of anything other than each other and going home.

 

~~Owari~~

 

Yami Anzu: Ohh.... when I get my hands on that girl.....Dammit Dai, if you don't cut this nonsense out, I'M GOING TO START CALLING YOU BY YOUR REAL NAME!!!!!!

 

*in her hiding space* O_O;;;;;;;

 

Yami Anzu: *ahem* Anyway.... review and let her know what you think. Or kill her....either one.