Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Almost Paradise ❯ Almost Paradise ( Chapter 1 )

Almost Paradise

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LD: The title comes from a song by the same name from the musical Footloose, which has absolutely nothing to do with this story. I don't own the song or the characters.

This story is dedicated to Witty Phantom, who provided the challenge, however unknowingly ^_~

Also, this is in no way related to any of my other stories, which, as of yet, are in no way related to each other. These are one shots and meant to stand alone.

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Every male and female between the ages of sixteen and twenty had gathered outside the old movie theater, after a year of renovations finally opening under the name "Duelist Paradise," now the hottest, well actually the only, club scene in Domino City.

The tall burnet smirked as cool azure eyes watched the peons milling about, waiting for the doors to open. There would be no waiting for Seto though. As usual, the billionaire was a special guest at any even remotely interesting going-on in this pathetic little town. As he glided up to the door, Kaiba observed some of Yuugi's friends waiting at the front of the line. Mokuba had encouraged him to try to be at least civil to the close-knit group, but he was finding it difficult. Jounouchi and Honda were nothing but aggravating loud mouths, all bark and no bite. The Mazuki girl annoyed him with her constant sermons on friendship, as if the all-powerful CEO needed friends. Bakura was tolerable, as he did not speak enough to be a bother to any one. The only one Kaiba remotely respected was Yuugi himself, and even still, he considered the boy too much of a rival to ever be truly friendly with him.

Yuugi was another of the special guest at the grand opening of DP, in honor of his dueling achievements. Seto growled. Whenever Yuugi and dueling were involved, Yami was sure to be there as well. Of the group, Seto could stand the pharaoh spirit the least. Maybe it was conflict carried over from their past life. Or maybe it was just the damn spirit's cocky attitude.

Ever since his first defeat by the diminutive duelist, Seto had grown to grudgingly respect the violet-eyed boy. However, the ruby-eyed spirit was another matter entirely. Seto blamed the spirit for his total humiliation. Mostly because he never felt like himself around the ancient pharaoh, and he was worried that others would notice. He had appearances to maintain, and he could never seem to do that around the other man.

So all in all, the cocoa haired boy was not looking forward to this evening. Not that he was not planning on making the most of it.

Out of the corner of his azure eyes, Seto could see people gawking at him. He always loved the reactions he could bring out in people, watching other's lose their cool while he remained calm and collected. The brunet smirked. If they were staring now, just wait until they saw him later.

As he walked, Seto's white trench coat fluttered, revealing glimpses of sapphire and silver, but betraying nothing definite, nothing that would give him away, ruin his little game. Stepping into the dark building, with merely a nod to the bouncer, the powerful young man stood for a moment, letting his crystal blue eyes adjust to the flashing lights playing off his impeccable outer garment.

Sapphire orbs encountered the form of the two people Seto was most trying to avoid. Annoyed that the contemptible pharaoh-spirit and his other-half were already present, the young man glanced quickly around the still-relatively-empty room in search of the table farthest from where the two look-alike dueling champions were situated. To his chagrin, the table he was looking for was already occupied. This did not really faze the teen, however. That was the table he wanted, and, one way or another, he got whatever he wanted.

Letting the beat of the dance music wash over him, the azure-eyed teen stalked across the floor, which was slowly becoming crowded as the excited patrons entered the club. The grace with which he moved seemed inhuman, resembling more his precious dragons than any earthbound animal.

As he glided to his desired table, Seto tried to think of who could possibly hate the vertically challenged dueling duo as much as he. His list was coming up short, so he was shocked to see a raven-haired young man whom he recognized as the creator of Dungeon Dice Monsters. Apparently his relation with the so-called King of Games was not as perfect as he made it out to be.

With merely a curt nod to the emerald-eyed entrepreneur, Seto shucked his coat and threw it over the back of the other chair at the table. A thin black eyebrow arched before green orbs slipped close, allowing the teen to absorb the music without distraction.

Seto frowned at the lack of reaction. He though he looked damn good. But then, he was not trying to impress Otogi. No, it was Yami who would bow to him tonight. The cocoa-haired teen grinned inwardly at his plan. Tonight the tables would turn and the pharaoh would be the one left humiliated.

Form fitting silver silk clung to the long torso of the tall brunet, well-toned chest obvious through the light shell. Below the hem, which fell a good three inches above the waistband of the rest of the ensemble, were visible lean and muscular abs. A second skin of dark sapphire leather sat low on the slender hips of the tall young man. Silver chords raced up the front and sides of this garment in sophisticated contrast with the deep blue. For modesty's sake, the front chord was pulled tightly closed.

However, the sides of said pants held no such scruples. Laughing in the face of modesty, sapphire and silver gave way to tanned gold, reveling miles of well-defined calves, thighs, and hips.

To complete the look, the tall, cocoa-haired teen adorned himself with various silver accessories, from ankle boots to cuffs that covered most of both forearms to a silver choker. Off the choker a small dragon pendant with sapphire eyes, a Blue-Eyes White Dragon, fell into the hollow of his throat.

Exuding an air of confidence the scantily clad teen glided out to the dance floor, letting the rhythm take possession of his body. Flowing, with his uncommonly graceful movements, Seto's entire being pulsated with the music. Smirking, the tall azure-eyed youth noticed crimson eyes riveted to him, well, to specific parts of his anatomy at any rate. And those were no the only eyes following Seto's every gyration.

Pleased with this reaction, the teen continued to move wildly until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Spinning, startled by the sudden contact, azure met jade as each of the two dark teens held the intense gaze of the other. Suddenly, as if they had been communicating in a language unheard by the onlookers, and they may well have been, the two began to move in unison, each individual motion blended together to form an intricate ballet on the hardwood dance floor.

Never taking his eyes from the emerald orbs, Seto maneuvered himself closer to the onyx haired teen. Twin sapphire pools flashed with pleasure as the other's cat-like reflexes made him almost the equal of the dragon-esque young man. And his feline grace just made him all the more appealing in those azure eyes.

Making use of a brief pause in the music, Seto took in all of the beauty that was Otogi. His style was in his simplicity, really. Tight black jeans and a loose black dress-shirt, partially open at collar and hem, left just enough to the imagination to allow the onlookers to let their imaginations run wild.

And run wild they did, especially the imagination of one scarlet-eyed, leather-clad, young man. Yami glared as he watched the two out on the dance floor. He growled deep in his throat, scaring Yuugi, every time the dancers came into contact. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that the cocoa-haired CEO was teasing him. Yami cursed himself for not making a move sooner. He had planned on completing the humiliation of his former high priest. Now he would not get the chance… at least not tonight.

Meanwhile, on the dance floor, leather and denim rubbed together as two bodies pushed themselves flush. As the music began to pulse faster, the two sweating teens grinded into each other, arms flailing wildly. With long delicate fingers, Seto reached down to undo the buttons of the bothersome barrier between him and the heated skin of his dance partner. Exposing the delicately pale skin, Seto brushed his fingertips over the hardening peaks of Otogi's chest. The raven-haired man shivered under the soft touch, stepping forward, closer to the delectable sensation. Letting his hands settle on the bare sides of the taller teen, Otogi returned the sensual caresses. Briefly he considered trailing his hands under the sliver silk that clung to the sapphire-eyed teen. However, has he continued to press into the other man as they danced, Otogi got a better idea.

Letting one hand slide down the soft leather encased hips, letting fingers lightly tease the skin between the taut cords, Otogi pressed his palm firmly against the hard bulge in his dance partner's pants. Smirking at the low moan emitted from the proud CEO, the smaller teen began to massage the area, feeling the heat radiate even though the leather.

With a harsh growl, Seto reached around Otogi's back to cup his firm ass. Pulling the teen closer, causing people to wonder how they could keep getting closer when they were practically flush against each other already, Seto trapped the teasing hand between his body and Otogi's.

Maybe it was the constant pressure against his growing arousal, or maybe not, but something inside the tall cocoa-haired teen snapped. Nearing the point to desperation, Seto softly whispered against Otogi's ear, causing the raven-haired beauty to nearly collapse in his embrace. Wrapping strong arms around the other's slender waist, Seto stalked off the dance floor, ignoring the questioning stares as he glided out of club, guiding a dazed Otogi to the door.

The azure-eyed teen practically carried the smaller youth the waiting limousine. Moaning as soft lips attacked his exposed neck, Seto managed to maneuver himself and the ebony-haired man into the spacious back seat without breaking the contact. Otogi did not have time to marvel at the fact that the vehicle easily accommodated their prone forms because suddenly his chest was ravished by the eager mouth of the man above him. The ebony haired teen gasped as a moist heat enveloped one hardened and overly sensitive nipple. Hands flew to pull the source of this delectable sensation closer, Otogi essentially tried to pin Seto's head in place.

The CEO, however, was not so willing to relinquish his control over the situation. Using his own hands, he pried off the other's and pinned them above the silky onyx tresses. Adjusting his weight forward, Seto used that and one hand to immobilize Otogi. His free hand trailed down the smooth, creamy skin of the other teen's chest. Dexterous digits trailed lower, finally stopping when they came into contact with rough denim. Brushing lightly over the bulge, grinning as he smaller on bucked under the almost nonexistent touch, the taller teen thumbed open jeans and pulled down the zipper. Azure eyes widened and it took nearly all of Seto's self control to refrain from simple ripping off the garment as tantalizingly bare skin was revealed.

"Mr. Kaiba, we have arrived."

Resisting the urge to kill the man who had just interrupted him, the cocoa-haired young man simply grabbed his would-be-lover and led the raven-haired dream into the maze that was the Kaiba estate.

Otogi could barely keep up as he was led through the mansion, sure that he would never be able to find his way out again. After a moment of reflection, the emerald-eyed teen grinned, deciding that might not be such a bad thing.

Thinking about the possible consequences of being trapped in Kaiba manor, Otogi did not notice that they had suddenly stopped and almost plowed into the other teen. Again, that was not such a bad thing. Strong arms supported him, pulling him as close as their still present clothes allowed. He moaned softly as a Seto's tongue flicked across his lips.

Seto smirked as he felt the other's willingness (^_^) in the soft breath that escaped the slightly parted lips, caressing his tongue. All in good time. Instead of ravishing the more than willing mouth, Seto trailed light kisses along the face and neck of his raven lover. Starting at one corner of the swollen pink mouth, he teased his way across the strong jaw line and down the long neck. At the juncture of the neck and shoulder, Seto bit down lightly before torturing the sensitive flesh with his hot mouth and tongue.

Unable to take anymore of this sweet torture, Otogi pushed Seto into the bedroom, thankful that the door was open. Had the emerald-eyed beauty not been so focused on the object of his desires, he might have noticed the subtle elegance of the master bedroom. Rich blues accented pale off-whites throughout. The room was immaculate, down to the off-white carpet, which showed no signs of normal wear and tear.

Seto growled as he lost his total dominance for the second time. Spinning himself and, consequently, the man in his arms, Seto propelled Otogi toward the silk encased king sized waterbed. Brushing aside sapphire and white gossamer, he pushed Otogi onto the awaiting ivory silk, chuckling as the other man over balanced, not expecting the fluid quality of the mattress.

The ebony-haired teen glowered as the other laughed at his expense. His bad mood was crushed, however, as Seto joined him on the gently rolling bed. Otogi gasped, arching his back as his erect nipples were once again attacked. He could not stop the growl that escaped his throat. Not that he was not enjoying the attention, but he was beginning to become annoyed by the one-sidedness of the evening's activities thus far.

As Seto slowly trailed his tongue downward, Otogi realized he would have to work quickly or risk losing all of his willpower. Emerald eyes fell closed and shudders coursed though his body as the hot, wet trail left by the Seto's tongue began to cool. Mustering his resolve as the sapphire-eyed man above him was thrusting the skilled tongue into his navel, Otogi grabbed what he could of the silver silk barrier.

With on swift motion, Otogi pulled the light shirt off of the dominating CEO. It was done so quickly that Seto did not have time to react as his arms were jerked out from under him. No longer able to support himself, the taller teen collapsed onto Otogi, bringing their bodies flush together, the easy rolling of the mattress stimulating the desires of both men.

Seto emitted low hiss, partly from the pleasure created as their two bodies moved against each other, and partly from his growing need to have the other surrounding him. Pulling Otogi into a sitting position, Seto all but tore off the black shirt that still partially shrouded the beautifully muscled but not bulky form. Grinning as the ebony-haired teen began to playfully tease his exposed skin, Seto relieved the other of his jeans.

Seeing the dark god completely for the first time, Seto gasped, not knowing whether to avert his eyes or just take gorgeous man without further preamble. What he did know was that he needed to get out of the now painfully uncomfortable leather pants. Shaky fingers fumbled with the excessive laces that held the damned leather in place. Swiftly loosing his patience, the tall teen stalked to his polished mahogany desk and retrieved the exquisite dagger that served as his letter opener. It was given a new task as the azure-eyed young man used the shape blade to slice carefully through the leather chords at the sides of the leather trap. Expensive though the pants had been, he could always afford another pair. Currently, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

It was Otogi's turn to gape as the proud form that went by the name Seto Kaiba returned to the bed. He shivered in anticipation as that perfect body glided over top of his, the sensation of overheated skin on his own was not helping Otogi's rational thinking. Rational thinking be damned, he wanted to feel every inch of Seto Kaiba. Relying on the element of surprise, which did not let him down, the emerald-eyed teen flipped the taller teen into a laying position and slowly slid down the heavenly body. As he moved, Otogi explored everything available to him, teasing nipples and navel as it had been done to him. Green eyes flashed as he felt the sharp, uneven breathing of the aroused man under him.

Placing one hand on each of the bronze hips, Otogi quirked an eyebrow, finally realizing that this skin was as tan as the rest of the god. If he had been in a rational state of mind, the entrepreneur might have realized that his peer would most likely utilize tanning beds. As it was, the image of Seto sunbathing nude stuck in his mind as he rolled his tongue around head of said man's throbbing dick. Relishing in pleasured sound that escaped from slightly parted lips, Otogi lowered his mouth further, taking in the previously moistened tip. Carefully, Otogi let more and more of the scorching organ into equally hot mouth. When he had taken in everything that he could, the emerald-eyed teen began to gently apply pressure to the sensitive flesh.

Seto writhed under the careful ministrations of his dark lover, wrapping his trembling fingers in silky black hair. There was so much that he wanted to express, but the words were caught in his throat, his mouth would not cooperate. The cocoa-haired teen had to be content with letting his hands speak for him. Running his hands over every accessible inch of sweat slickened skin, he begged his lover to bring him to his release.

Otogi did not want to disappoint, but he had a different idea in mind. Letting his lover's swollen member fall from his mouth, the dark young man positioned himself over Seto's hips. He chuckled as the teen under him was reduced to a whimpering mass as he lost the comfort of Otogi's lips around him. Praying that his saliva would be sufficient lubricant, the ebony-haired teen lowered himself down onto the waiting erection. He hissed quietly from the pain of being stretched so abruptly, but continued to slide himself down until the other was completely inside of him.

Seto moaned as he felt himself encased in the tight heat that was Otogi. Patience wearing thin, he fought to hold still until the other could adjust to the intrusion. When the smaller teen began to move, gingerly rinsing and coming down again, the azure-eyed young man continued to wait until Otogi had created a comfortable rhythm for himself. Finally he could take it no longer and Seto lifted his hips to meet with Otogi's downward motion. The fluid mattress rolled up to meet the motions of the two rocking together.

As Seto watched Otogi, sapphire eyes heavy lidded by passion, he could feel the tension building in his core. He drank in the soft sounds that flowed from his lover like nectar. He wanted more. He wanted to hear his named screamed out in passion.

Grabbing the smaller teen's hips, Seto flipped the boy to his back and continued to piston into him. Frowning slightly, Seto lifted one of his lover's legs to wrap around his waist, changing his angle penetration. A short gasp, followed by a wild cry let Seto know that he had found his target.

The azure-eyed teen grinned as he repeatedly struck that spot within the trashing beauty. As he felt his own desire grow, his thrusts became harder and more frenzied. He was almost perpetually embedded in his lover, the water mattress pushing Otogi onto him every time he tired to pull away. Grunting, he drove the smaller boy deeper into the mattress. Vaguely he wondered if it was in any danger of bursting… funny that he should be worried about the mattress bursting just then…

A piteous whimper from below him reminded Seto that the straining erection of his little lover needed attention. Taking one hand from the slender hips where they had been placed to give him leverage, Seto wrapped long fingers around his lover and began to pump him in time with his frantic pistoning.

That was all Otogi need to topple him over the edge. With an earsplitting scream he released his seed into Seto's hand, spraying his lover's chest and his own abdomen.

The azure-eyed teen gasped as strong muscles clenched around him, constricting the tight passage further. Holding back the tears in his eyes, Seto continued to thrust into the slender form beneath him. With a final push he embedded himself fully and came into his lover with a passionate cry.

Seto smiled at the panting boy laying next to him on the gently rocking water mattress. It was interesting, he though, that he had to go to "Paradise" to find his angel, but it took the angel to show him Heaven.

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LD: Yay, we go another one!

Karen: For anyone who forgot (not that I blame you) the name of the club was "Duelist Paradise."

LD: Hence the corny angel thing there.

Karen: I can't change my nature. Besides, it keeps your stuff from being pure smut. If it were up to you we would jump right into the middle of a sex scene.

LD: I see nothing wrong with that. Oh, that reminds me, I have the next song fic to finish * grins evilly *

Karen: Do you think Seto would really cut off his pants? I wasn't sure about that. Let us know what you think when you review.

~Caio