D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Superficial ❯ Superficial - 3 ( Chapter 3 )

~Superficial~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

How about this, huh? Two lemons in one chapter! Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

~*~

 

Krad closed the top of his phone, placing it on the bedside chest, rubbing his temples. Three hours he had been on the damn thing to his agent. Three hours his agent had told him there is nothing she could do. Three hours of his anger piling up even more. Three hours of total shit that was being fed to him.

 

`How did it go?' Seto had also been on the phone trying to sort out what the media had misinterpreted. It didn't really help since they were both shouting. He was grateful he made his room soundproof, otherwise they would have gotten Mokuba's attention for sure.

 

Krad sighed, falling back onto the soft bed, staring at the mirror above it. `Not like it should have gone. September's issue is already printed. Tanya is sending me a copy of it. Stephan, the owner of the company, was just waiting for a photo to put on the cover. Now he has one.'

 

Seto stood, removing his tie. `Why doesn't that sound too good?' His hard, cerulean eyes landed on Krad's weary face.

 

`Because it isn't. He got the picture of you standing behind me, holding my arm as I spoke to the reporters. The main article is headed “A Hidden Relationship Unmasked”. I don't see why they think we have a relationship anyway!' Krad groaned, rolling over onto his stomach, looking at Seto.

 

`You have got to be kidding me! It doesn't take them long to turn something around to benefit them. My lawyer is currently trying to smooth this matter out. However, it could take a while.' A cell-phone rang.

 

`That's me!' they said in unison, as they both got their phones.

 

`Tanya? What's the damage?' Krad listened for a few minutes, before cursing softly. This was not going how he had planned, not at all. September was five days away. `Send it over anyway. I'm sure Mister Kaiba would like to read it as well. Alright, thanks for trying.' Krad hung up, closing the top. `Once that magazine is released here, the media will most likely be hounding Mokuba trying to get as many details as possible.'

 

Seto walked over to the bed, standing at the foot of it. `What was written in the article?'

 

Krad sat on the bed. Well, more half-sat, half-laid. His shoulders were resting against Seto's bed-head, while his legs were laid out in front of him. `That I, myself, came out and told Stephan that we are having a relationship and that it has been going on for a few months. Then they get even more personal, saying that we have had sex multiple times.' Sighing, Krad laid on his side, across the pillows, then moved onto his back. `This is becoming beyond a joke already, and its only just started.'

 

Seto had been undoing the buttons on his shirt, stopping when Krad had mentioned sex. `You're right. That is slander. I'll be taking Byronic to court.'

 

Krad smiled, staring at his own reflection. `You wont win. Stephan has fought many court cases to do with slander, and he's only ever lost once.'

 

Seto stripped off into his boxers, before walking over to the bed. `You don't seem to mind about this anymore.'

 

`I was just thinking on how much fun it would be to play with their minds on it.' Krad got off the bed, and began removing his own clothes.

 

Seto got under the covers on his side of the bed, and watched Krad. The boy was almost obsessed with white. White satin boxers, and a white sleeveless shirt. When the blond teen was under the covers, Seto turned onto his side, head propped up in his hand. `What do you mean, Krad?'

 

Krad also turned onto his side, his head resting on the fluffy pillow. `Exactly how it sounded.'

 

Seto frowned slightly. `You mean, lead the media on to believe we have a relationship?' A nod. `Krad, you know that with the way this story is turning out, we will end up together, right?'

 

Krad shook his head. `We wont. This relationship is only superficial.' Krad rolled onto his other side. `Good night, Seto.'

 

Seto turned the lamp off that was on the bedside chest, and got comfortable. He knew it would be a while before he fell asleep. There was too much going on. Closing his eyes, Seto forced himself to sleep, giving a relaxed sigh.

 

~

 

A certain tune kept playing. Over and over and over again. Opening his eyes groggily, Krad realized that it was the tune of his cell-phone. `What's going on?' Seto had woken the moment the tune had started.

 

`Its Tanya.' Krad cleared his throat, opening the phone. `I suppose you're calling to tell me more bad news?' Krad looked thoughtful before frowning. `It wasn't him? There's a rat in that agency somewhere. Smoke him out. Oh, and next time, wait until the sun is up.' Krad ended the call, resting his head on Seto's chest again.

 

`What did she have to say?' Seto ran his fingers through Krad's silky strands, loving their feel.

 

`Its wasn't Stephan who was saying the lies. Its apparently someone in the agency, but they're not sure who yet. But, Stephan is still publishing the story, only he's edited it. There's nothing that will lead the public to believe we are together.' Krad yawned silently, snuggling up closer to Seto's body.

 

Seto enjoyed the way Krad's legs hugged one of his own. The way the blond teen clung to his chest, the best he could. There was something so right and so wrong about the way he felt when he saw the blond model. There was something natural and surreal about the way Krad looked at Seto.

 

Shaking his head, Seto looked at their reflection for a few minutes, before looking at the clock on his bedside chest. Twenty-five to three. Closing his eyes again, Seto fell into a fitful, and lustful sleep.

 

**

 

Rubbing the nape of his neck, Seto came to the conclusion that this “Hidden Relationship Unmasked” theory was becoming beyond a joke. Now the media suspected that there was a four-way going on. Krad had “apparently” been seen making out with Bakura. Not to the mention the media had gotten the wrong idea when Seto had shown up at the game shop to tell Yami to stay away from Krad.

 

Growling when someone walked into his office, Seto hit a button on his desk phone. `I said no interruptions today, Sylvia.'

 

`We need to talk.'

 

Seto's eyes flew up as he stared at Bakura. `What are you doing here?'

 

Bakura rolled his eyes. `I just told you. We need to talk.' Bakura walked over to the desk, after he had closed the door. `This bullshit has got to end. If it doesn't end soon, I may be sending a lot of people to the Shadow Realm.'

 

Seto sighed. `I am trying to sort this matter out, as is Krad. Is there anything else?' Seto looked into chocolate eyes.

 

Bakura shrugged. `Unless you have something you would like to tell me?'

 

Seto frowned slightly, before regaining his emotionless fascia. `What is that meant to mean, Bakura?' Seto really had no patience for this spirits games. Not now.

 

`Lets just say a bird in a line told me.' When Bakura turned to leave, the doors to Seto's office opened. A flustered, and exhausted Krad came into the room.

 

`Set - Bakura?! What are you doing here?' Krad stared at Bakura, who smirked walking over to him.

 

`Probably the same thing you're about to do.' Bakura leant down, kissing Krad a little passionately.

 

Seto's eyes flashed, especially when Krad returned the gesture. Standing from behind his desk, Seto walked over to the two, pulling Krad back, as he glared at Bakura. `What's wrong, Holy Man? You want some as well?'

 

Krad moaned softly at Bakura's words. `Yes, but not from you.' Seto turned to Krad, kissing him roughly. He could feel Krad's hands groping the CEO anywhere he could.

 

Bakura groaned softly in the back of his throat as he watched the two before him. Turning Seto towards himself, Bakura pinned the brunette to doors of his office. `Kura…? Don't be so rough.'

 

Bakura looked at Krad from the corner of his eye. He frowned when Seto pushed him away. `Bakura, leave.' Seto kept his eyes on Krad, who was smirking.

 

Bakura snorted, but gave Krad a final kiss and left the office. Krad looked at Seto, before giving him a hot kiss. `Damn the media. If they ever found out that our relationship was real, they'd be all over us even more.'

 

Seto's hands cupped Krad's denim clad ass, raising the boy and provoking him to wrap his legs around Seto's waist. He laid the blond on his desk, and began removing his pants, frowning slightly when Krad stopped his hands.

 

`Not like this. In the chair.' Krad's eyes were already half closed, as he ran his teeth over his bottom lip.

 

Seto frowned, but did as requested. He sat down in his chair, watching as Krad stripped himself in front of darkened azure eyes. His eyes watched as Krad pulled his shirt off tantalizingly. It was even more saucy when his pants slid off his slender legs. Seto's need was making him impatient. All he wanted to do was sit Krad on his erection.

 

`What's wrong, Seto?' Krad pouted slightly, but was smirking.

 

`I'm stopping myself from fucking you senseless.' Seto's erection was begging for attention.

 

Krad sighed, nodding. `Alright, I'll stop teasing.' He stood in front of the CEO, unbuttoning the royal blue shirt he wore, then undid his pants, pulling his erection out.

 

Seto gasped as Krad knelt before him, taking his member into his mouth. `Oh, Krad…Mm.' Seto looked at Krad when he pulled away, only to give out a guttural sound when his erection was covered in a tight heat.

 

Seto rested his hands on Krad's slim hips as the model began riding him, moaning. Seto shifted his hips slightly, making the blond cry out as the tip hit his prostate, which made the boy ride him faster and harder.

 

Seto noticed himself thrusting his hips up whenever Krad came down. His orgasm was immediate when Krad took himself into hand. Seto watched as Krad masturbated as well as rid him. Seeing the white fluid coming from the tip of Krad's member, and the feeling of the heat clamping even tighter around his own, Seto lost all control. He released himself deep inside the blond with a grunt.

 

`Seto…I - ' Krad began buzzing instead of talking.

 

`What?'

 

`I said; “your alarm is going off”,' he repeated wearily.

 

**

 

Seto opened his eyes, just in time to see Krad rip his alarm clock, cord and all, from the bedside chest and throw it at a wall. `You know, I do need that annoying object.' It was then that Seto realized Krad was on top of him, and naked.

 

`Well, it shouldn't have disturbed us. We were having a good time.' Krad sat so he was straddling Seto's hips, his penis still buried deep within his backside.

 

`You fucked me in my sleep?' Seto saw Krad blush, moving to get off him. Seto held Krad's hips in place. `I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Though, I would much rather see your face in reality when you come.'

 

`You must have set your alarm for some reason.' Krad removed Seto's hands, and removed himself from Seto's limp member.

 

Seto sat up, running his hands through his chocolate locks. `You're still upset at me.' Seto's eyes widened when Krad stood from the bed. His essence running down the blond's legs.

 

`Of course not, Seto. Why would be upset? Is it because you were practically shoving your cock up me, through my boxers, and I decided help and you asked if I had fucked you in your sleep. Well, let me tell you something now, pretty boy, of course I'm still fucking upset! I heard my name leave your lips. As I heard it yesterday.' Krad glared down at the CEO, who looked slightly shocked at the facial expression.

 

`I also said it wasn't a bad thing. You need your ears checked. You only hear what you want to hear.' Seto sat on the edge of the bed, fixing his boxers. He was actually quite shocked that Krad had sworn and glared.

 

Krad shrugged. `I'm going to see Yami.' Krad walked into the bathroom. He dressed and walked out, tying the end of his braid off, before leaving the room.

 

Seto sighed, running his hands through his hair. He looked at his alarm clock which had, fortunately, survived Krad's attack. Standing from the bed, Seto went to his bathroom to have his shower so he could continue with his day.

 

**

 

Yami frowned slightly as his phone rang. Blindly searching for it on his bedside chest, he looked at the clock. It was going on five-thirty. Finding the phone he answered it. `Hello?' He frowned when heard Krad's voice. `Sure. I'll meet you in the shop.'

 

Yami was waiting in the game shop for twenty minutes, before Krad arrived. Yami looked him over. There was something sensual about him, yet he was dressed casually. The stone-wash jeans were tight in all the appropriate places; around the thighs and the buttocks, and the gray sweatshirt was just baggy on his small frame. His hair was braided, tied off with a white ribbon.

 

At the same time, Krad's were trailing slowly over Yami's body. The spirit was still in his boxers. Obviously he didn't care if Krad saw him in boxers with little pink pigs, with wings on them. Looking at the boxers, Krad raised an eyebrow, looking to Yami's darkening claret eyes.

 

Yami realized Krad was looking at him, raising an eyebrow. He looked himself over, and mentally cursed. `They're Yugi's not mine! I swear!' he defended himself, as a light blush came over his cheeks.

 

Krad laughed softly, taking Yami's hand. `Its alright. Your secret is safe with me.' Krad cleared his throat, lowering his eyes. When he raised them, he gasped when Yami's lips were around his own again.

 

Using the hand that Krad was holding, Yami pulled the blond closer. His free hand went to the nape of Krad's neck, holding it firmly, as their tongues danced with the other. Who would have known that Krad was such a good kisser? Lowering the boy down to the floor, Yami let some guttural sound out.

 

Krad's other hand was on Yami's hip, pulling their lower regions together, causing them both to moan into the kiss. Krad changed their positions. He straddled Yami's waist, pulling back from the kiss. His jeans were tight enough without his need making them tighter. He removed his sweatshirt.

 

Yami ran his hands over the pale torso, giving a soft moan of approval. `Very nice, for a model.' Yami's crimson eyes looked at Krad's groin, and he smirked. `Want some help with that?'

 

Krad chewed his lower lip innocently. He could feel Yami's need rubbing against the crack of his rear-end. Looking into the spirit's eyes, Krad nodded. `Anyway you wish, Yami.'

 

`Mmm.' Krad's voice made Yami want to take him without preparation.

 

Undoing the flier of Krad's jeans, Yami slipped his hand into the opening. He ran his fingers along the underside of the shaft, listening to Krad gasp. Yami ran the tip of his middle finger along the slit of the erect penis. He could feel Krad's hands on his shoulders, holding tightly, due to Yami's pleasurable torture.

 

`Yami…' he croaked, looking into Yami's amused eyes. `…Please, just take me.'

 

Yami gave a form of grunt at Krad's words. `I don't have anything to make it a little less painful.'

 

Krad shook his head, stopping Yami's hand. He removed the spike haired man's hand, then stood. After stripping himself of his jeans, Krad straddled Yami's legs, ripping the boxers along the seam. He looked at the other teen's erection, a slight look of revelation on his face. Yami was impressive.

 

Not wanting to think about it anymore, Krad lowered his head, taking in the slightly swollen head first. He allowed his tongue to play its tricks, while Yami's hands found their way to Krad's hair, trying to force the blond to take more in. But Krad was determine to make this as pleasurable as possible for both parties.

 

Yami's hands gripped onto Krad's hair, as the blond took more of his sex into that mouth. Oh, he was so talented. He worked Yami in long, hard, steady sucks, making the reincarnated Pharaoh want to come. To suppress anything too loud, Yami was biting his lower lip. When it began to bleed, Yami settled for pants. His eyes had closed.

 

This was the best blowjob he had ever gotten. Sure, the times he and Kaiba had done it were nice. But they were almost nothing compared to this. No, this; this was heaven. This made Yami's toes curl, and perspiration damp his hair.

 

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the wonderful suction, heat, and moisture were gone. Yami opened his eyes in time to see Krad move up his body, and lower himself onto the pole of flesh. This was a first-time for Yami. With Kaiba, he had always been on the bottom.

 

Krad had gasped when the organ entered his body, penetrating him to the core. As he was in control, Krad knew what angle to lower himself on. As he settled himself down on Yami fully, Krad felt the tip of Yami's erection stabbing into his prostate. Krad bit his lower lip, in hope to not anything out. Well, anything that would wake the other residence in the game shop.

 

Not caring if he had adjusted, Krad raised himself slowly, then let himself fall back onto Yami's member. This caused them both to cry out. Krad, because he had landed with Yami's sex stabbing his prostate. Yami, because of the wonderful, new kind of friction that was being worked on him. Krad continued the raise and fall of buttocks. Soon, both of them were covered with perspiration, evidence of their sexual dance, and both were panting.

 

Yami's lidded eyes watched Krad. It took everything he possessed to not fill the blond with his semen when a pale hand was wrapped around the attached shaft. Yami had long ago began raising his hips whenever Krad came down. He noticed how Krad was going faster and harder, wanting them both to reach their climax.

 

`That's it…Krad. Touch yourself…Touch yourself while you fuck my cock…' A loud moan from Krad. `…Release yourself all over your hand and stomach…'

 

Unable to handle his own talk, Yami released himself inside of Krad, with what seemed like, a strangled moan. The feeling of the hot substance brushing over his prostate brought Krad to his peak. Releasing himself over his hand and abdomen, Krad then collapsed on Yami, who wrapped his arms around the pale boy.

 

Krad panted and shuddered against Yami's chest. `Th-thank you, Yami.' Krad smiled, closing his eyes.

 

Yami looked at Krad. `You're welcome.' His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall behind the front counter. It was almost time for the shop to open. Yami couldn't believe how long they went for. From ten to six, to seven thirty. `Krad, the shop is about to open. Grandpa will be down here soon.'

 

Krad sat up straight. `Crap. Oh, Yami, I'm sorry. If I had known how long it would have taken us, I would never have ripped your boxers.'

 

Instead, they used the piece of material to clean themselves up with. `I've been meaning to throw these away as it is.' Yami had borrowed Krad's jeans. It was a very tight fit.

 

Krad smiled, running a hand over Yami's cheek. `I suppose I did you a favor then, right?'

 

Yami returned Krad's smile, wrapping an arm around the slim waist of the blond, who was wearing only his sweatshirt. `You did more than just “a favor” for me, Krad.'

 

`We had better get upstairs before Grandpa sees us.' Krad looked Yami over in his jeans. `If you can walk that is.'

 

Yami snorted. The jeans were already cutting into his hips badly. `It will be difficult, but I am sure I can manage.' They walked to the backroom and up the stairs.

 

~

 

Krad smiled as he watched Ranger and Yugi playing on the floor in the small living room. Bakura and Ryou had came over around nine. It was now after twelve. Anzu, Jou and Honda had come around for lunch, which was going to be served shortly.

 

`Hey, Krad?' Krad looked at Yugi, from where he sat on the sofa, between Yami and Bakura. `How long with Ranger be staying here?'

 

Krad lent against Yami more. `As long as you would like, or are allowed to have him.' When everyone had arrived, Yami had told everyone of his and Krad's relationship. No-one seemed to care at all. Well, except Bakura.

 

`Do you think he can stay here during the summer break?' Yugi looked hopefully into Krad's eyes.

 

Krad laughed softly. `Of course he can. I doubt Seto would want Ranger running around the house there. Besides, its also better Ranger staying here than in some pound.'

 

Yugi looked like he was just short of a cheer. `You can visit him whenever you like! You can also stay over if you like. I'm sure Yami wouldn't mind you sharing a bed with him.'

 

Wolf-whistles, hoots of laughter, and blushes from Krad and Yami. `Come on, guys! Don't embarrass them so soon. At least wait until after lunch!' Anzu smirked, laughing with the rest of the group.

 

`Anzu!' Krad and Yami both threw throw pillows at the girl, narrowly missing Honda and Ryou.

 

`Hey, watch where ya aiming, huh?' Honda picked up one of the pillows, throwing it back at the couple on the sofa, hitting Yami in the chest.

 

Bakura shook his head. Krad looked at Bakura. `What's wrong?'

 

`That's not really any of your business.' Bakura stood from the sofa, then left the living room.

 

Krad frowned. `Don't worry about him. He can be awfully moody for no reason. But I think that he's just jealous of Yami.' Ryou looked at the two on the sofa, who shrugged.

 

Grandpa walked into the living room, setting down a platter of various sandwiches. `Enjoy your lunch.'

 

`Thank you.' Everyone grabbed one of the triangles, then settled back into their seats.

 

This time, Krad sat in Yami's lap, feeding him parts of his sandwich. `Eat this now, and I might give you something else a little later.'

 

Yami smirked. `I cant wait.' He slipped his hand onto Krad's thigh.

 

`Whoa, easy now! I was talking about ice-cream.' Krad saw the ashamed look on Yami's face, before laughing. `No, you were right. I was talking of - '

 

`That's nice, Krad. So, when are you doing the shoots for September's issue of Byronic?' Jou looked at the model.

 

`Most likely tomorrow afternoon. If you like, you can come to the shoot. You know, just to really make Seto's day.' Krad smiled kindly.

 

`I look forward to it.' Everyone looked at the doorway to the living room. There stood, none other than, Seto Kaiba. `What are you doing here, Krad?'

 

Krad lowered his eyes. `I'm with friends.'

 

Seto raised an eyebrow. `Really? I thought you were fucking the King of Games on the game's shop floor.'

 

Both Krad and Yami tensed. They looked at each other, before looking at Seto. `What makes you say that?' Krad asked in a weak voice.

 

Seto looked at Jou, who was closest to the television. `Turn it on.'

 

Being just as curious as everyone else, Jou turned the television on. The afternoon news was on. It was a story that no-one wanted to see.

 

`And now, our top story. Many people are inquisitive of the relationship between Yami Motou and Krad. The model was seen leaving the Kaiba Mansion, in the early hours of this morning. A hidden source confirms that Krad went to the game shop, in which Yami Motou resides. It was there that the European model and the King of Games engaged in sex on the floor of the game shop - '

 

The television was turned off. `Are you pleased with yourself now? Have you gotten the anger out of your system?' Seto was fuming. Everyone could sense it.

 

Krad sighed, standing. He put the partly eaten sandwich down, before walking over to Seto. `Take care of Ranger for me, Yugi.'

 

Not waiting for the smaller tri-colored boy's answer, Seto got Krad's upper-arm, dragging him out of the shop. `You are in a lot more trouble this time, Krad. I mean it.'

 

Once again, a mob of reporters were outside the game shop, trying to get anything from the oldest Motou. Forcing his way through the multitude, Seto got to his car, opening the back door and, literally, shoved Krad in. He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his anger down this time.

 

 

Alright, well there you go! Two lemons in one chapter! I hoped you liked it! Oh, and I keep forgetting! Byronic means “darkly passionate”, incase ya wanted to know!

 

::.Beat of the rising sun, beat of the rising sun

You gotta feel the dance, its always in your heart.::

 

~*Peace*~

 

^^ Auska.