Dai-na: Well, we’re back again.
Ken: (oozing sarcasm) Oh joy, oh joy. Ack!!!
Dai-na: Yami! Don’t beat Ken-chan over the head!!
Yami: Uh….
Dai-na: If he gets brain damage he won’t be able to come up with fanfic ideas! Hit him in the knees or something.
Yami: Oh, right.
Ken: Help! Yamato!!
Yamato: You’ve got to be kidding. The last time I helped you, she killed Taichi in the beginning of a fanfic. You’re on your own.
Dai-na: Good boy. Now, on with Spice.
Seto laid stretched out on his bed, his mind wandering as he was unable to sleep. To be more accurate, he was too hungry to sleep. He hadn’t eaten much at dinner, but that wasn’t unusual. He never ate much. But for some reason, today he was famished. Maybe it had been his strenuous afternoon activities that fueled his hunger, he thought with a roguish grin. He licked his lips at the memory of the time he’d spent in the park with Yugi. Twenty-four hours ago he hadn’t even been sure that he and Yugi were friends but now he was beyond all certainty in love with him. But knowing that brought up another interesting situation.
Yami.
He and Yugi were two entirely different people and yet, at the same time, they weren’t. And they were obviously a package deal. If you wanted one, you had to take the other.
He smiled to himself.
That wasn’t a problem. He wanted them both.
As he laid there staring up at the ceiling in the dark, he wondered what it would be like to have Yami as a lover. Where Yugi had been tender and loving and uncertain, Yami, he was sure, would be raw and passionate and demanding.
And he would have them both. That was something else he was sure of. Yugi wouldn’t have set out after him if his counterpart hadn’t been in full agreement.
An ominous growl emerged from his stomach and with a sigh; he got up, pulling on his boxers.
Not bothering with putting on anything else he silently made his way through the halls of the mansion towards the kitchen. All the guards were posted outside, around the grounds so he didn’t really have to worry about anyone noticing him. And, even if Mokuba hadn’t been a sound sleeper, the house was big enough that he didn’t have to worry about waking him. He ran a hand through his rumpled hair as he dug through the refrigerator, looking for something to fill his demanding stomach. His brow creased in frustration.
How did they get by from day to day when they had nothing in the refrigerator? One of these days, he and the cook were going to have a long talk.
He blinked for a moment and wondered briefly if he’d even recognize the cook on sight, much less, knew his name. Coming up blank he shook his head, exasperatedly.
“That is so pathetic.” He reprimanded under his breath before continuing his hunt for something edible. Finally his gaze settled on a small clear container.
‘Chocolate pudding? It must be Mokuba’s. Oh well, brothers are supposed to share, right?’ He pulled out the small tub and went in search of a spoon.
He’d finally found the drawer with the silverware when a pair of firm, slender arms wrapped around his waist. He didn’t even bother to tense. Although the body pressed against his back was unfamiliar, The arms, longer and stronger, the body taller, the feeling was entirely the same as it was when he was with Yugi.
“Yami… I was wondering when you’d show up.” Instead of turning into the other boy’s embrace he simply ignored it, peeling the foil lid off and spooning a taste of his pilfered meal. His stomach was grateful for it but he was unconcerned. He had much different motives than just sating his hunger. Well, actually, that was exactly his intention.
He could practically feel the irritation seep into the other boy and didn’t bother to fight the smirk that formed on his lips. He set the spoon aside and slowly turned, openly appraising the long, lithe form in front of him. He was basically wearing the same outfit that Yugi had worn earlier only the satiny material clung tighter, accentuating the curves of his waist, hips and thighs. He was entirely delectable. The dark scowl on his face only made Seto’s smirk widen.
They merely stared at each other for an indeterminable amount of time before Seto broke the pensive air by dipping his finger into the chocolate-filled container and smearing it onto the other boy’s cheek, leaving a chilled streak.
The slender boy looked startled but his eyes darkened as Seto leaned in and licked the confection away, his mouth lingering even after the chocolate was gone.
Yami grabbed him by the chin and turned his head so that their mouths met. Their lips parted and tongues met in a frenzied battle. Seto lost himself in the taste of the other boy. It was like cinnamon or something similar. Sweet, but at the same time sharp and spicy enough to burn his mouth to ashes. He savored it and groaned slightly as he was pressed backward, the counter edge digging into his back. Finally Yami pulled back, pausing only for an instant before, imitating Seto’s actions, he dipped his finger into the chocolate and then spread it along the column of his throat. Seto shivered at the chill contact and nearly jumped as the smaller boy’s searing mouth retraced the path, the contrast of temperature driving him wild.
Shaking, he set the plastic cup aside and reached for the boy in front of him, his hands going straight for the buckles of his shirt. When the excess garment was gone he pulled the boy against him, his hands slipping down behind him to lift him. Yami obligingly wrapped his legs around his waist. Wasting no time he claimed the other boy’s lips, furiously, neither of them concerned with being gentle.
He carried the boy across the kitchen and set him down on the table, murmuring in appreciation when he found it to be the perfect height.
Yami moaned as Seto ran his cool hands across his chest lightly, trailing them over his abdomen and around his waist. He nipped and bit lightly at the taller boy’s lips, frustrated, wanting more. He squirmed as Seto’s hands slid smoothly down over his thighs, trying to move them closer to the place that he desperately wanted to be touched.
Sensing his intentions, Seto purposefully drew his hands away, letting his fingers linger a moment at his inner thigh. He had rushed things too much with Yugi, not taking his time to fully appreciate the moment. It was a mistake he didn’t intend to repeat with either of them.
Yami growled and shifted again, struggling for deeper contact. Seto brought his hands up to the other boy’s shoulders and pushed him back roughly.
He wagged a finger at him tauntingly and tsked. Turning away from the scowling boy for a moment, he retrieved the abandoned container of chocolate.
Yami sucked in a breath as he began to, almost playfully, spread the pudding in small smears over his arms, neck, chest, and stomach. He buried his fingers in Seto’s hair as the taller boy’s tongue began questing across his abdomen.
Seto was nothing less than thorough as he cleaned the chocolate from Yami’s otherwise flawless skin. The anxious boy moaned and panted as he reached frantically for the band of his shorts. He pulled back to give his soon-to-be-lover a surprisingly steady look.
“I am sorry, Yami, but I am not having sex with you on my kitchen table. I have to eat here in the morning.”
The other boy did not sympathize with him, however, and glared fiercely.
Seto took a moment to reflect on the emotions in his narrowed, magenta eyes.
The need for control. The need to dominate… And beneath it all, the yearning to be conquered, to have all that precious control wrested from him and to be completely helpless.
He would be all too happy to comply. Smirking at his reaction, he pulled back, taking Yami’s wrists and pulling him off the table. Wordlessly, he pulled the other boy through the halls of the mansion.
Nearly the instant they were in the room, Yami grew aggressive and pushed him back onto the bed. Seto grinned and pulled him closer, meeting his lips in a hot, hungry kiss that let them both panting and aching for more.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the long-sleeved silk shirt that he’d discarded earlier and, recalling the look he’d seen in the other boy’s eyes, he got a wicked idea.
Yami yelped, when, without warning, Seto flipped them, reversing their positions and pinning him back against the pillows. Seto took a perverse delight in seeing the slender boy trapped beneath his unyielding body. He straddled his hips and grabbed his hands, holding them over his head.
He reached for the shirt, skillfully binding Yami’s hands to the bars of the brass headboard. He tugged against the material, shooting Seto a deadly look as he did.
Seto had the feeling that, if he wanted to, he could easily free himself from the makeshift restraints, but was curious to see where he was going with it.
He was about to show him, when something occurred to him and he frowned, aggravated. He tapped his index finger lightly on Yami’s nose.
“Don’t go anywhere.” The spike-haired boy didn’t respond but gave his bonds a pointed look as if to say ‘where the hell am I gonna go?’
Seto nodded and rushed out of the room, back to the kitchen. He picked up Yami’s discarded shirt. He had the feeling that when they were done, neither one of them would thinking about picking up after themselves and didn’t really want to imagine what the cook would think when he came in, in the morning, and saw it; or Mokuba who would have little trouble recognizing it.
He shuddered at the thought. He didn’t really worry about what his brother would think. He knew that when he finally told him he would be glad just knowing he was happy. But for right now, he wanted to keep this to himself.
As he was leaving the kitchen, he spotted something on the counter and chuckled slightly as a devious thought came to him. He reached for the item and smiled hungrily to himself.
“Yami, my pet, I’m gonna make you scream.”
When he got back to the room, he shut the door, locking it and grinned down at his captured prey who looked to be getting rather bored. He tossed the shirt aside and, with the other item he’d picked up hidden behind his back, he crawled onto the bed, settling over Yami’s thighs. The other boy looked down at him curiously, wary of the predatory smirk on his face. Seto leaned forward and kissed him fiercely. Yami moaned into his mouth, once again fighting at his restraints. Seto’s hands ran over his sides and stomach and he closed his eyes as their lips separated. He gasped as he felt something cool and wet against his skin and saw a bottle of chocolate syrup in the other boy’s hand as he poured it onto his bared abdomen. Seto licked his lips before leaning down and claiming his feast, sucking and nipping at the confection coated areas. Yami bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out from the things he was feeling under the onslaught of Seto’s skilled tongue, drawing blood. When the taller boy looked up and saw it, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed the wounded area, letting Yami taste the chocolate still on his lips.
Seto’s hands drifted between them, unfastening Yami’s pants before pulling back and removing them. He tossed them over the side of the bed to join the already forgotten shirt. He looked down at the exposed form beneath him, noting every detail to memory with more than a little appreciation.
Syrup bottle still in hand, he set to work on the other boy’s thighs, coating them then using his mouth to clean them at a torturously thorough pace. He delighted in the gasps and whimpers he elicited from the other boy as his mouth came close but never touched his arousal.
“S-Seto….Please…. I need-!” Yami gasped again as he nipped lightly at the inside of his thigh. A glance upward showed Yami’s eyes squeezed tightly shut and tears of frustration were forming.
Finally he took pity on the other boy and, pouring some of the syrup into his hand, began to stroke him gently, spreading the chocolate about.
The slender boy moaned and arched up into his hand. Satisfied, he eyed his handiwork before having to taste. Lightly, he ran his tongue over him, the contact barely enough to remove the chocolate, and felt the shiver that ran through the other’s body. Feeling himself grow impatient as well, he took the length of the other boy into his mouth. Yami cried out at the sudden heat and fought to free his hands if for nothing more than to fist them in the brunette’s silken hair.
Seto sucked and grazed his teeth ever so slightly over him, a movement that had his lover thrashing beneath him. It wasn’t long before the flushed boy found his release, collapsing limply onto the bed. Seto brought his fingers to his lips and coated them with the sticky substance that lingered in his mouth. He parted Yami’s legs, kneeling between them and used his fingers to prepare him, stretching him carefully. He knew that Yami wasn’t as fragile as Yugi but he still didn’t want to cause him any more pain then necessary.
Yami moaned a little and looked down at him pleadingly.
“It’s okay, just…please hurry.” He whimpered. Seto nodded and quickly removed his own shorts before settling back between his thighs. He went slowly until he was buried completely inside the smaller boy. There was pain but Yami’s need far outweighed it. He wrapped his legs behind Seto’s thighs, pushing him closer, deeper, causing them both to moan at the sensations. Yami arched up into every thrust, taking him as deep as possible and crying out when he struck at just the right angle. He leaned up and sunk his teeth into Seto’s shoulder, piercing the skin. Neither of them cared and he lapped unconsciously at the pooling crimson fluid.
Seto found himself biting back a cry of his own as he took in the full wonder of having the other boy around him. The searing heat of his body threatening to turn him to ash. He pulled Yami’s mouth from his bleeding shoulder, unconcerned with it as he kissed his Koibitto, needing desperately to taste him again. The spicy mix of flavors filled his mouth and enflamed his senses.
Tasting himself on Seto’s tongue was all Yami needed to send himself over the edge. He screamed into Seto’s mouth and pulled his wrists free from the restraining material. He wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s waist and dug his nails into his back, dragging them across the unprotected flesh.
The sudden pain was more than enough to have him crying out his own release and, exhausted, the two fell into a sated sleep.
Seto woke up to the sun shinning in from the partial slit in the curtains and opened his eyes to Yami sleeping comfortably with his head resting on his chest. He took his time to study the other boy. He still wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened. Yesterday when he had gone to the park to meet Yugi, he hadn’t felt anything but the desire to get away from work for a little while, had he? He didn’t think so. But then again, feelings like the ones of love and awe that he was feeling now, just by looking at the sleeping boy in his arms, didn’t just appear out of nowhere. Was it possible that he’d felt these things for the two boys all along and had just kept them buried so deeply that he never even noticed them himself? But why would he? He had no reason to want to suppress them when he could experience things like this. But then , If someone had asked him a few days ago if he’d ever consider a relationship with Yugi or his Yami then he would have thought they were either insane or incredibly stupid. How could Yugi and a handful of sugar filled straws change his opinion so drastically?
Well, in any case, it didn’t really matter. He was more than grateful that whatever it was that had happened did. With a soft smile touching his lips, something that was becoming a habit, he reached up and brushed some of the golden bangs from Yami’s face.
The other boy stirred and, after a brief moment of confusion, smiled up at him, drowsily.
“Morning.” He murmured.
Seto’s smile deepened and he caressed the other boy’s cheek.
“Morning. Are you staying for breakfast?” Yami smiled at him fondly.
“Do you want to explain to Mokuba why I’m over here at…” He looked at the clock on the other side of Seto. His eyes widened. “SIX-THIRTY! What kind of person gets up at such an ungodly hour?!” He moaned and buried his head under the pillow to block out the sunlight. Seto laughed, the rich sound filling the room. Yami peered out from under the pillow, enjoying the moment.
Seto pulled him close and kissed him tenderly, licking at his lips a bit before sitting up, bringing the other boy with him.
He picked up Yami’s clothes and tossed them to him before heading to his closet to dig out something for himself. He settled on a pair of jeans and a blue silk shirt.
He turned to see Yami sitting on the bed sitting on the bed watching him with open appreciation. Smiling, he gave him one more kiss before pulling him toward the door.
“Come on. We’ll think of something to tell my brother.” He murmured into his ear, burying his face in the surprisingly soft hair. Yami wrapped his arm around the taller boy’s waist and let himself be drawn out into the hallway. Seto smiled to himself. He would have to have a talk with both him and Yugi later today but for now he would just enjoy the pharaoh’s company.
To both their surprise, when they settled down at the kitchen table Mokuba didn’t even question Yami’s presence there, but judging by the tiny smiles his brother kept giving him, Seto had a feeling that the younger boy knew exactly why he was there. He looked down and pretended to study his breakfast intently. His attention drifted to the table and memories from the previous hours filled his mind. Acutely aware of Mokuba’s presence, he fought back the blood that threatened to rise in his cheeks. He looked over at Yami and by his guarded expression and flashing eyes; he could tell the other boy was thinking along similar lines. Trying not to laugh, he focused back on his food.
It was going to be a long morning.
~~Owari~~
Dai-na: …Um… wow. That was unexpected. It not exactly how I planned things. And where the hell did the chocolate syrup come from? I don’t even like chocolate! (hides from the lynch mobs)
Yami: Hey! I never approved of that whole bondage scene!
Dai-na: Oh? (Smiles sweetly) Well, if it bothers you so much I just won’t put you in anymore lemons
Yami: What?! Um… I ... um, I never said I didn’t like it! I’m sorry!!!
Dai-na: Anyway, I’m thinking about continuing this story. You know, actually giving it a plot or something
Ken: Dear god, she actually said the ’P’-word!
Dai-na: Hush. Please tell me what you think and offer suggestions.