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Indulgence
By: Dai-onna
Seto fidgeted as he adjusted the bowtie around his neck. It wasn’t that he was unaccustomed to formalwear, certainly not, but the night held limitless possibilities and he was anxious for it to begin. After the events several days ago, Yugi had insisted the he and Yami needed a night out to themselves. Both had been reluctant to go out without him but he had been quite insistent. Yugi had set everything up and neither of them had any idea where they were going. All they knew was that they were to dress formally and that everything had been paid for by their small lover.
He gave himself one last self-conscious look in the mirror as he heard the doorbell ring. He ran down the stairs and rushed to the door pulling it open and freezing in his tracks. His eyes froze on Yami who stood in the doorway.
“Hi.” The smaller boy said softly, taking in his appearance.
“Shh.” He said, placing a finger on Yami’s lips. “Just let me look at you.” He nearly choked on his voice, looking him over with an awed gaze. The pharaoh was dressed just as nicely as he, in a simple black tux that looked anything but simple on him. The pants clung tauntingly to the curves of his legs and the silk, white shirt he wore peered from beneath the jacket. He looked sleek and elegant and, Seto thought, just a little bit dangerous. Like a subdued panther, beautiful to look at but fearful to cross. Without thought, he framed the other’s face and pulled him close for a deep kiss. Yami hmmed in delight against his mouth and parted his lips in invitation for Seto’s questing tongue. He delved into his love’s mouth, tasting all that he was. Just the pure simple contact was enough to fill something inside of him, making him swell with love and desire.
When he finally pulled away it was only a few inches to stare at him dazed.
“God, I love you.” He choked out, bringing a hand up to run it through the pharaoh’s hair. Yami’s eyes grew teary and he wrapped his arms tightly around Seto’s waist, saying nothing. They stood like that until Seto finally managed to find his voice.
“I guess we should go, huh?”
Yami nodded and smiled up at him wolfishly.
“I’m under strict orders from Yugi. If I come home tonight, then I’m going to be disowned.” Seto laughed richly and led him out towards the car. He and Yami sat in the back. The driver had been told by Yugi where to take them and it had taken all his restraint not to drag the location out of the man, but he didn’t want to ruin Yugi’s fun. The ride was relatively silent and he held Yami close to him, taking in his presence. It just seemed so incredible, after all that had happened, to have Yami here beside him. Unconsciously he pulled him closer.
Yami looked up at him in surprise but smiled softly when he realized that Seto was lost in his own thoughts. He took his time to study the taller boy in his formalwear. It looked like it had been made just for him. Tailored to fit him perfectly. Yami knew that he, himself, was out of place in the cumbersome attire, but it looked so natural on Seto, as natural as anything else that he’d seen on, or off, the other boy.
His cheeks still held a slight flush from Seto’s reaction to his appearance. He’d seen the other’s eyes glimmering with love and awe when they had been standing there in the doorway and the way he had looked at him, seeing everything that he was with his encompassing gaze, was more than enough to have him on the brink of tears. He’d known that Seto loved him. Even before he’d regained his memories, before they’d become lovers once again, he’d known, deep down, that his love was still there, even if the boy himself couldn’t see it. But when he’d looked into his eyes and seen the love there so clearly, so openly, it was like all the dreams that he’d kept hidden had suddenly been brought to light and made real.
It had been torture for him to see Seto, knowing the animosity that the other believed he held for him, to duel him, to talk to him, to be within the same five-mile radius as him, and not be able to touch him. When Yugi had finally confessed to him that he was in love with Seto, the irony had been too much for him. Yugi had been startled and afraid when he had broken down into a fit of furious laughter, something that his light had never seen him do before and when he’d finally managed to control himself he had to convince Yugi that he had no problem with his feelings. He knew that Yugi’s feelings were his own, that he had come to love the brunette all on his own, for his own reasons, and that only made him love Seto more. Yugi had been stunned to learn that Yami’s feelings had run along the same line and he’d taken great delight in convincing Yugi to go after Seto. Yugi had been startled with the idea and nervous but Yami, better than anyone, knew just how enticing Yugi could be and that when the smaller one truly wanted someone then that person would have no choice but to give in. Yugi was just too irresistible.
When Yugi had come home that day, nearly glowing, Yami had felt more than a little envious that his light half had gotten what he’d wanted for centuries. But Yugi’s happiness had been nearly palpable and there was no way that he couldn’t be affected by it. Or encouraged. He’d been holding his breath, ever fearful, when he’d broken into Seto’s mansion and snuck up on the boy in his kitchen. When he’d wrapped his arms around Seto’s waist, time had seemed to stop as he waited for the other boy’s response to his actions.
And oh, what a response it had been, he thought roguishly.
He looked up at his love to find him still staring off into space and got a devious idea. If Seto was going to space out then he was just going to have to bring him back to reality. He leaned over slowly so as not to startle the other and pressed his mouth to his neck, running his tongue over the skin just above the collar of his shirt. He heard the other’s quick intake of breath and felt him tense before relaxing into him. Seto turned his head towards him and captured his lips with easy familiarity. Yami climbed into his lap, straddling it, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Their mouths melded into one another, their tongues dueled as Seto’s hands ran over his back. He sighed at the feel and cursed the layers of clothing that separated them. He ran his fingers through Seto’s hair, letting the silky strands slide over them.
When the car finally pulled to a stop, Yami released a few choice words against Seto’s lips, causing the other to laugh. They pulled apart and Yami reluctantly slid off his lap. The door on his side opened and Yami stepped out and stared in shock at what he beheld, barely noticing as Seto got out beside him, his face belaying a similar reaction. The restaurant in front of them was well known for it’s western food and music, the English culture being popular with the social elite. Yami turned to Seto with an awed expression as they walked in.
“This is one of the most expensive restaurants in town.” He murmured.
Seto nodded slowly, his eyes a little wide. He knew that very well, having been here himself often. They were seated nearly instantly, despite the huge line of people still waiting, Seto’s name going a long way, but both of them were still a little too baffled to pay it any notice.
“How did Yugi pay for this?” Seto wondered aloud. Yami shook his head slightly as he took in everything around them.
“I don’t kno—Oh….” Yami trailed of, somewhat choked by emotion. Seto looked at him curiously.
“Yugi’s been saving up money for a while. He had various reasons. So he could by box sets when new packs of duel monsters cards came out, or in case something ever came up where he needed some quick cash, just in case. He had a couple hundred dollars; this probably used it all.” He explained.
Seto listened to his words and felt his eyes grow watery. Sometimes Yugi was so amazing that Seto had no idea what he was going to do with him. He looked at Yami across the table and met his eyes.
“What on earth did we do to deserve someone like him?” He asked softly. Yami just shook his head.
“I have no idea.”
Their attention was distracted when the waiter came to their table. They had been seated in the back where it was dimly lit, their table in a small corner section that hid them from view of everyone else. The waiter held a bottle of champagne and Seto nodded to him, motioning for him to leave the bottle and get lost. The young man did so discreetly.
Seto poured the drink into the two glasses and Yami gave him an amused look.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking that?”
Seto’s eyes met his and the brunette smiled at him wryly.
“You’re one to talk. You may have been in that puzzle for a few thousand years but you’re still seventeen.” He retorted. Yami shrugged a little but his smile never wavered. He picked up a menu, glancing at for a moment before tossing it back on the table, deciding to let Seto order for him since he couldn’t read a word of English. Maybe he should actually start paying attention to Yugi’s classes.
Yami listened to Seto as he ordered, his tongue wrapping around the English words flawlessly. He grew curious when he saw the waiter’s eyebrows raise and was certain that he hadn’t imagined the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. When the young waiter had left he turned an accusing gaze on Seto who had a mischievous look about him.
“Seto, love, not that I don’t trust you, but what did you just order?” He asked, trying to keep his tone in check. The grin that began to form on the brunette’s lips made him all the more wary.
“Did you know that you can order anything you want at restaurants like this, even if it’s not on the menu, and they’ll make it for just to keep you happy so that you’ll come back.” He said, evading the question. Yami bit on his lips to keep from throttling the taller boy and choking the answer out of him.
“Seto.” He began, talking a claming breath “What did you order?” There was a tenuous pause between them before the brunette finally answered.
“Pizza.”
Yami’s eyes went wide as his brain struggle to process that, staring incredulously at his boyfriend, knowing that he was perfectly serious.
“Pizza?” He choked. “You ordered pizza?” Yami couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up inside of him. He kept the volume down but he couldn’t keep his mirth from showing. Leave it to Seto to go and do the completely unexpected.
“Well, never let it be said that you care about what other people think about you.” Seto smiled at him, a serious light touching his eyes and reached across the table to cover Yami’s hand with his own.
“I care about making sure you have a good time.” He said softly. Yami smiled at him and interlaced their fingers.
“I know.”
There was a peaceful silence between them as they waited for their food, one of those moments where they just stare into each other’s eyes and ignore the rest of the world. Like in those cheesy romance movies that Yugi liked to watch, Yami thought.
When their food finally came, Yami could tell that the waiter was trying not to smile. When he left, Yami looked at the table and couldn’t help laughing again.
“Pizza and champagne; how classic.” He murmured softly while sipping at his drink. Seto just gave him a grin and pulled a piece of the pizza from the pan and onto his plate. Yami did the same and sampled his food, surprised at how good it tasted. He wondered if this wasn’t the first time that someone, possibly a handsome, blue-eyed billionaire, had come in and passed up all the elegant dishes on the menu to order a pizza. Somehow he wouldn’t be surprised.
They talked about various things while they ate. Yugi, card dueling, sex. You know, the important stuff, and when they had finished Yami was surprised when Seto stood up and extended a hand to him.
“Dance with me.” He said softly, indicating the floor where other couples were already gathered, swaying to the music. Yami’s eyes widened and he looked up at his lover, startled.
“Now, in front of everyone?”
Seto’s eyes grew warm and he found himself entranced by them.
“Now, in front of the whole world for all I care. I want you in my arms, Yami.” He said, his voice nearly pleading. Yami found himself unable to refuse and did his best to ignore all the looks that people were giving them. Though being with Seto made it easy to forget that anyone else, Yugi excluded, even existed. Sure, he had plenty of experience at being the center of attention, but not like this.
Seto pulled him into his arms and Yami marveled at how warm and safe it felt, being held by him. A new song began to play and when Seto began to sing the words in Japanese into his ear, ever so softly, his breath caught in his throat and he was enraptured by the sound of the other’s voice.
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream
And I just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try
And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how to break `em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
In the back of his mind, Yami vaguely heard a girl near them talking to her boyfriend about how cute he and Seto looked together and how sweet it was that they were willing to show such open affection in public, and at any normal time Yami would have run up and kissed the girl for those comments but right now, he couldn’t do anything but cling to Seto and listen to the silken sound of his voice as he sang softly to him. He couldn’t seem to think about anything but the feel of Seto’s hand where rubbed softly on his back and the other hand that was buried in his hair. His own arms were twined around the other’s neck, holding him close, feeling his heart beating beneath his cheek.
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun are
Streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at you eyes
Like a spotlight
The beating of my heart is a drum and it’s lost
And it’s looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I gotta follow it cause everything I know
Well, it’s nothing till I give it to you.
I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
I can make all
your demons be gone
But I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl
And I’m never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all.
Seto looked down at Yami as the song ended and saw the pharaoh’s eyes watery and vulnerable. He unconsciously held him tighter and Yami met his gaze, speaking to him with an unsteady voice.
“Seto, let’s go home.”
No words had ever sounded more perfect to him.
Seto shut the door to his room after following Yami in, locking it so that they wouldn’t be disturbed. He watched his darker lover sit down on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable as he watched him in return. He pulled the jacket from his shoulders and removed the bowtie from his neck before crossing the room to him. He said nothing, instead raising a hand to rub it across his cheek. Yami made a soft sound, almost like a whimper and leaned into the caress. With a soft sigh, Seto sat down next to him and framed his face with his hands, swiping at a slightly damp cheek with his thumb. Yami had never looked more vulnerable to him, even after he’d just gotten his memories back and they’d sat on his bed crying, he hadn’t felt this overwhelming need to coddle and protect his lover.
He slowly undressed the other boy, and himself in the process, before laying Yami back on the bed. He leaned over him and saw the open invitation in his eyes, beckoning him. Softly, he pressed his mouth to Yami’s, the contact whisper soft as his lips barely brushed the other’s. He felt Yami shiver beneath him and gathered him close, deepening the kiss but still keeping it gently.
He felt Yami’s hands run over his bare back and moaned softly against his lips. He drank from his as if a man deprived and couldn’t seem to get enough. Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled his lips from the other’s, running his lips over the pharaoh’s face, over his cheek and then down across his jaw, devouring him. Yami whimpered softly and pulled him closer. Seto ran his hands over the smaller boy’s torso, feeling him arch beneath him. He moved downward over the other’s body, kissing his fevered skin the entire way. He stopped at the inside of his thighs, running his tongue over the sweet flesh, gently teasing, slowly worshiping the other’s body. He adored Yami’s small, lithe frame. Every delectable inch of it.
Yami reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him back up and kissing him softly. When he pulled back he could he that the pharaoh’s crimson eyes were sparkling with need. The unspoken message was clear and he reached over to the nightstand for the bottle of massage oil. He opened the small bottle and the sent of sandalwood wafted through the room. He coated his fingers with the oil and gently prepared him. He slipped one finger inside of him, then a second, pressing them in deep, stretching him while seeking. When his fingers brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves Yami arched up off the bed, crying out his name hoarsely.
Kissing the spike-haired boy once more, he removed his hand and settled between his thighs. He entered him with a groan, suddenly engulfed by heat that was nearly his undoing. Yami’s fingernails dug into his shoulders and he fought to hold himself still while the other adjusted.
He bit back a moan when the other boy shifted beneath him, thrusting against him, urging him to move. He did so with slow deep strokes that had Yami whimpering beneath him, overwhelmed with pleasure and wanting more. It took all his self-restraint to keep his slow pace with the mewling sounds from the other urging him on, as well as his own insatiable desire for the boy beneath him.
He reached between them, stroking his lover in time with his thrusts until the smaller boy came, crying out his name and pulling him closer, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt and the feel of the other’s muscles clenching around him was too much. He release hit him with a fury, nearly blinding him as he collapsed against Yami on the bed.
He panted heavily against the other boy’s hair, taking in the scent of it. Finally he rolled off of Yami, onto his side and pulled the pharaoh into his arms. He lay there holding him, even after the other was asleep, listening to the sound of his breathing until peaceful oblivion claimed him.
Yugi hummed to himself softly as he walked through the halls of the school, heading towards his homeroom. His Yami had come home very early that morning, thankfully not waking his grandfather, and Yugi had been waited for him, pressing him for details. His dark half didn’t say anything, instead just giving him a quick kiss before returning to his soul room. But not before Yugi had seen the dreamy look in his eyes. Even now he could still feel his Yami’s delight seeping into him, amplifying his own mood.
He entered his classroom to find Ryou waiting next to his desk. His friend looked awful. He was pale and looked as though he hadn’t gotten much sleep. His first thought, the instinctual one, was that Yami Bakura had done something but what he’d gather from talking to Joey, Bakura hadn’t hit Ryou in weeks, in fact, the way Joey described it made him want to think that the fiend almost pampered him. The thought was one Yugi had a hard time believing.
But anyway, Ryou didn’t look physically hurt; just miserable and… … scared. He crossed the room to his desk, waiting warily for whatever it was that the pale-haired boy wanted to tell him.
He hadn’t been prepared for what he heard.
~~Owari~~
Finally, this is starting to catch up with AEN again. This was slightly longer than most chapters.
Yami: And you would have gotten it out sooner if you hadn’t been typing one-handed while eating popsicles.
Dai-na: Oh shut up. You’re just upset that I didn’t give you one.
Yami: Damn right. What’s up with that anyway?
Dai-na: I’m greedy, that’s what. Not hush. Anyway, the song
in this story was another Air Supply song, ‘Making Love Out Of Nothing At All’,
my favorite of their songs actually. Also, I wanted to majorly thank everybody
who reads my stories.