Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Almost Paradise ❯ Red Leather ( Chapter 2 )

LD: Well, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I like the idea of tying these two stories together. And I was so disappointed by the lack of reviews that I almost decided not to write it at all. However, a promise is a promise, so once again this is dedicated to Witty Phantom.

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Red Leather

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Seto sighed, sinking into the soft leather sofa, a double of tequila still clutched in his hand. Not really a drink for sipping, but the young man did not really care as he took another swallow of the lukewarm poison. Deep blue eyes, dulled by pain and fatigue, slipped closed as his head connected with a large cushion. Dark brown hair flared out against the smooth cream-colored leather accent pillow.

Quickly draining the rest of the amber liquid, Seto threw the glass, taking satisfaction in the sound of loud shattering that proved the landing of the vessel. The young man smiled ruefully as he turned toward the back couch, wondering how many glasses and bottles he had gone though this week. Inhaling deeply, Seto let his senses be filled with the unique sent of well-tanned leather accompanied by the essence of the man for whom the piece had been bought.

Tears came to the eyes of the normally stoic young man. He remembered the day that they had seen this particular item in the window of a small specialty shop, a place known for its custom leather furniture. Seto and Otogi were passing the store, on their way elsewhere. What their actual destination had been, Seto could no longer remember. Mid-stride, Otogi had just stopped, for no apparent reason. Then Seto followed his lover's gaze and beheld the most… interesting couch he had ever seen. The leather was deep crimson, a perfect match to the shade preferred by the raven-haired man.

Seto could easily see how much the other desired the item. A small sigh escaped partially parted lips as emerald orbs darkened with lust. Looking at his boyfriend's face, Seto had chuckled. The young man was lusting after a piece of furniture. Taking the smaller man by the arm, Seto had walked into shop to closer examine the competition. To his surprise, the sofa much softer than it appeared and reasonably priced. Not that cost was in issue. Either man could have easily afforded the piece. The problem laid in the fact that Seto knew that Otogi had no space for the overly large luxury item.

With a small smirk, Seto had bought the item couch and had it shipped to the mansion. And that was the beginning of the Ryuuji Room, a sanctuary for the emerald-eyed teen. The room was filled with eclectic pieces that suited the tastes of the one to whom the room was dedicated. Anything he had wanted but could not fit in his own home had gone into this room. Seto even let the slightly less subtle young man decorate the room, choosing paint, carpet, everything necessary to give the room a truly personal flare. The overall scheme ended up crimson and black with accents in deep green and ivory. Area rugs in crimson and ebony adorned the polished cherry hardwood floor. Mahogany tables held decorative emerald colored glass and tall ivory pillar candles. Abstract paintings using primarily those four colors hung on all four walls. In the center of it all sat the oversized blood red leather sofa.

The darkened man smiled slightly at the memory of "breaking in" the new couch. That had been such a wonderful afternoon. They had passed four hours, never leaving room, barely leaving each other's arms. Together they reclined, not any more than half dressed, usually completely undressed, on the supple material. The piece was just long enough to accommodate Seto's prone form. For four hours they infused the leather with their own unique scents, musky sandalwood and spicy anise.

Ever since he and Otogi had gotten together at that club, Duelist Paradise, Seto found

himself becoming more human. He spent less time in the office and more with the people who truly mattered. Although that was almost exclusively his brother and lover, the point was that the usually uptight CEO was finally relaxing a little and enjoying life.

And life was good. Or at least it had been until Dungeon Dice Monsters suddenly became more popular than Duel Monsters. Six weeks ago Otogi had become focused on promoting his game. He spent nearly all of his time conceptualizing and designing, remaking DDM every-other day. The emerald-eyed man became consumed with perfecting his creation.

Seto had only seen the other in passing at school. Not for six weeks had he spent any quality time with his raven-haired lover. He had even begun to distance himself from Mokuba. The boy's dark locks reminded him too much of Otogi's. He forsook school and Kaiba Corporation to spend all of his time in the Ryuuji Room. Seto had lost all sense of time, abandoning the real world to live here, were Otogi's presences still lingered, where he was not so alone.

Inhaling again the aroma of the leather, he caught again the faint anise scent that always seemed to accompany slightly shorter man. Black licorice, Sambuca, biscotti and Otogi were the only things that pulled off that sharp odor with ease. By the end of the first week, Seto had finished all of the Sambuca in the house, so he had resorted to breathing in the scent off the red leather couch. This was how the once great man passed nearly all of his time, drowning his sorrow and avoiding the world. He felt as if years had passed since he had last been with Otogi, although it was only a matter of months.

Remembering the last time they had made love, and all of the times before that, starting with the first afternoon on new red hide, Seto felt himself yearning for his lover. Letting his body go lax, the dark young man drifted among is memories, trying to relive each moment spent with the other man. Slowly, his breathing became shallower and his growing erection began to press into the front of his rumpled slacks.

On their own accord, long fingered hands trailed gracefully down the front of wrinkled charcoal silk, lingering over the hidden muscular chest. Brushing lightly over hardened nipples, they continued downward. Again they paused, deftly gaining access to the swollen flesh encased in expensive tailor made pants.

Pressing his palm against his throbbing dick, Seto imagined it was Otogi there, giving him his pleasure. Long graceful fingers wrapped none too gently around the stiff manhood. Seto moaned, a low rumble deep in his throat. Sapphire eyes clenched shut, as if to keep out the truth of solitude.

To the rhythm of his memories, the formerly proud young man began stroking himself. One hand grasped at the smooth leather surface while the other steadily worked the straining cock. Tears slid down pale skin, white compared to its usual burnished gold, even as his back arched. Tight muscles strained further, lifting the sapphire eyed man almost completely off the sofa.

Whimpering, a combination of emotional pain and physical pleasure, Seto felt the tension grow in his lower abdomen. Squeezing tighter, he dragged his nails lightly along his entire length, rubbing his thumb roughly over the tip.

"Otogi!"

Giving himself over to his pleasure, Seto gasped his lover's name as he released over his hand.

The warmth he had felt from the memories flowed out of him as quickly as his seed. As he lay there, the hot liquid cooled, causing the haggard teen to shiver. The coldness was everywhere, inside and out. Tears now fell unabashedly. He missed his raven-haired boyfriend, no question about it.

A soft knock at the door alerted Seto to his brother's presence. The tall brunet had long since learned to recognize Mokuba's unique knock. However, the sapphire-eyed teen did not want to deal with the smaller boy right now. Rolling onto his side, so that he faced the backrest of the cool leather couch, Seto tried to ignore the insistent calls from the only person who still cared about him.

"Nii-sama"

Mokuba's soft voice, barely beginning to deepen with age, held only concern for his beloved brother. One week ago, Seto had only left the dark room to get more alcohol, but at least his brief presence had let everyone know that he was still alive. Then, four days ago, the young man had boxed up every bottle in the house and brought it into the chamber with him. He had not left the room since, as there was a small washroom off the main area. Seto had wanted to give his lover every comfort.

"Nii-sama," Mokuba tried again to get his brother's attention. "Nii-sama, I am going to the library to work on a project. I'll be home for dinner."

Not bothering to wait for a response that he had weeks ago realized he would never get, Mokuba walked away from the locked room that imprisoned the elder Kaiba. Of course, the public library paled in comparison to the resources available right there in the mansion, but Mokuba could not stand being around his brother when Seto was in so much pain.

In the darkness, Seto lay motionless except for the slight sobs wracking his lithe frame. Even as a wave of tension course though his abdomen, Seto did not move. Finally, however, the nausea became too much for the cocoa-haired teen to bear. Trying to stand proved too difficult a task as a bout of dizziness washed over him. Unable to do anything else, Seto crawled to the small washroom, trying to maintain control at least until he reached his destination.

With not a small amount of relief, Seto felt the cool tile beneath his hands. Ignoring the fact that his excessively expensive designer pants were becoming more ruined with every sliding movement, the inebriated and now very ill teen made his way to the toilet. With barely enough time to position himself, Seto unloaded the entire contents of his stomach. The acidic quasi-liquid made its way up, burning the throat, filling the mouth with its vile taste and singeing nose hairs.

Too weak to even flush the toilet, Seto sat there. Tears fell into the bowl, salty liquid mixing with vomit. Spitting to try to get the taste out of his mouth, Seto did not hear the soft click of the door being unlocked.

"You look like hell."

The gentle and oh-so-familiar voice commented, but did not insult. Easy footsteps carried the speaker to where the fallen boy lay. Flushing the toilet, elegant hands lowered the ivory lid and helped the struggling dull-blue-eyed young man to the unblemished surface. Turing on the faucet so ice cold water streamed out, the raven-haired young man dampened a crimson washcloth. Wringing out any excess water, he held the cool cloth to Seto's heated face. Carefully and caressingly, the porcelain hands washed away sweat and residue. Taking one of Seto's hands in his own, the young man wiped away the sticky semen there before moving to finish cleaning the astonished blue-eyed teen.

Setting the soiled rag aside, the young man left, only to return moments later holding a small glass. He filled the glass with ice-cold water from the tap and set it by the sink. Helping Seto to the sink, the emerald-eyed teen handed the cup to the shaking boy.

"Rinse your mouth out with this first, than you can use the mouthwash."

Doing as he was told, Seto took a small sip of the frigid water and swished it around his mouth. He spat, grimacing at the appearance of the contaminated water that spilled from his mouth. Clean water, still running from the faucet, washed away the loathsome mixture.

After the process was repeated with the cool green liquid that left Seto's mouth tingling, he was once again handed the glass of water.

"Take small sips if you think you can handle it. I don't want you to get sick again."

Before the still shaken teen could reply, he found himself ushered back to the enormous couch. He was gently pushed down onto the expanse of leather before the felt the slight shifting that signaled that the other had joined him. Feeling a strong arm wrap around his slumped shoulders, Seto's weeping returned with renewed vigor.

"Otogi. Oh Otogi, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Love."

With nothing of his former pride and aloofness, Seto sobbed in the arms of his lover. Pouring out his heart, Seto held firm to the other, afraid to let go. Gentle hands rubbed small circles into his back, easing away all of the pain and loneliness of the past six months. One of those delicate hands moved from the tense back and tenderly grasped Seto's down turned face. Insistent, but caring, that hand forced the azure gaze to meet the jade one. Tilting his head down, Otogi brushed his lips over Seto's.

Seto blushed and pushed way slightly in protest.

"Otogi… no… I taste like vomit…"

One elegant finger pressed to pale lips, silencing further protest. With a small smile that spoke volumes of love, affection, and concern, Otogi pressed forward with a more thorough kiss. With his supple tongue, the raven-haired teen broke the seal of Seto's lips. Despite six months apart, the kiss was not needy or demanding but tender and reassuring. Seto shuddered as the hot tongue caressed the inside of his mouth, roaming over the palette and the underside of his own tongue.

Moving his mouth away from his lover's Otogi pressed his forehead against the other boy's. Breathing heavily from both lust and the actual need for air, the emerald-eyed angel whispered against the fallen's slack mouth.

"You taste fine to me."

Seto could not hold back the sob that escaped this constricted throat. With desperate need, he threw himself against Otogi, pressing their lips together as if he was trying to devour the raven beauty right then and there. Trembling hands gripped the other's blood red shirt with surprising strength. Blunt nails clawed at the stubborn fabric, trying to will the material into nonexistence.

With a soft chuckle at his lover's impatience, Otogi pulled away and rid himself of the offending shirt. Calm and steady hands unbuttoned Seto's shirt as well. Slipping those hands into the opening, Otogi slipped the ruined silk off broad shoulders. Without any hesitation, he caressed every inch of exposed skin, lightly brushing long fingers over the smooth chest, teasing sensitive nipples into complete hardness. Moving slowly downward, Otogi came to the crumpled designer pants that hung from his emaciated lover. Though the thin layers of fabric, he could feel Seto's hardening erection. Between feeling his lover's need and experiencing his own, Otogi lost his calm façade. Swiftly, he relieved both of them of the bothersome pants, removing boxers and socks with the same hurried movements.

Retrieving a tube of lube from a side table, place there for just such and occasion, Otogi slickened his fingers. However, as soon as on slippery digit brushed Seto's entrance, the taller of the two shook his head, unable to voice his growing desire and impatience. He had waited for this for too long to be able to wait for prep that the other had been quite willing to give him.

Otogi sighed, knowing first hand the pain that his lover would most likely experience. Trying the best he could to avoid causing Seto that pain, Otogi thoroughly coated his pulsating member with the cool gel. Lifting Seto's legs to rest on Otogi's shoulders, the raven-haired teen pressed slowly forward. Pausing with each gasp of pain from the taller one, Otogi let his distraught lover set the pace.

After a few torturous minuets, the emerald-eyed young man was fully sheathed in the tight body of the man he loved, waiting for said man to make the next move, literally. He almost sighed with relief when felt the first tentative thrusts. Driven by six months of loneliness, Otogi pounded into his sapphire-eyed lover with reckless abandon. Each thrust hit the other's prostate with dead on precision, causing a continuous stream of gasps and cries from tortured teen. As pure ecstasy coursed though the writhing man, muscles clamped tighter to Otogi's straining arousal.

With a groan of bliss, the dominant one pulled out until only the swollen head was still encased in the heat of his lover's body. As he slammed downward, Seto's hips met him with their own upward thrust. Together they moaned, reveling in their mutual euphoria. In unison, by some unspoken agreement, the two teens quickened the rhythm of their lovemaking. Otogi drove harder into Seto as the cocoa-haired man increased his own desperate movements.

With a final explosion of pleasure, brought on by another dead on strike to the nerves deep within him, Seto's entire body tensed. Every straining muscle tightened further as the boy was lost in his orgasm. Distantly he heard his name called out by the one who stole his heart and felt the warmth shooting into him, filling the void in his being. Wrapping his arms tightly around Otogi, Seto pulled the boy down on top of him as soon as said boy pulled out of him. There was no resistance, since neither wanted to lose the much needed contact.

Somewhere downstairs a door slammed shut. Quick footsteps that could only belong to one person could be heard running up the staircase, stopping in front of the room. Knowing better than to open the door when both men were in there, Mokuba called out instead.

"Otogi-kun! You are back!" The little red sports car in the driveway had been a dead giveaway.

"Yep, kiddo. I am here to stay. Just give your brother and I a couple of minuets and we'll be right down for dinner."

With a squeal of delight, Mokuba scampered off to give the lovers a few more moments to themselves.

Gently rousing his exhausted boyfriend, Otogi led Seto back to the bathroom and once again cleaned-up the now-overly-relaxed boy. With a wry grin, the dark angel helped the young man back into his several-days-old clothes. They would have to do for now, since Seto's bedroom was on the other side of the immense building. After both were again fully clothed, the two young men walked arm in arm to the dinning room, each praying that they would never again be apart.

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LD: * glares *

Karen: Well we had to end it somewhere…

LD: Humph. * turning glare to readers * Just review or we will never write anything again.