Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond His Body ❯ Restricted ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Yami angst! oOo Beyond His Body Chapter 2 OoO Later that night, the Pharaoh was escorted home to the Turtle Game Shop by one of Seto's trusted men. During the entire ride, the swirl of emotions he had experienced that night in addition to the fresh anxiety that had surfaced, the spirit kept rather still. His elegant features held a rather blank expression while his head rested against one of the large tinted windows in the backseat. His exotic eyes were glossed with a thin film of uncertainty and a clear liquid. He was not crying, but their moistened appearance would make one consider otherwise. He didn't say much of a word to Seto after their 'moment', yet he did manage a few strained hints of politeness just to get out of there as he could before he became even more emotionally scathed. He could tell that Seto didn't buy his behavior, knowing him better, yet he granted him his leave. And Seto again implied that they were going to talk. Involuntarily, the spirit's hands balled into fists as he recalled this much too recent memory. His mind flooded with accusations towards himself, self blame, and anger. He accused himself of having such awkward, almost adolescent, feelings towards his greatest rival. He should have seen Seto as much more than someone to just spend the rest of his life with. The two of them didn't need to be a couple to accomplish that. All the spirit needed was for Seto to be in his life and to challenge him every step of the way. That basic need was what he wanted to believe wholeheartedly. But the Pharaoh detested liars, and he was in the making of obtaining that title himself. His thoughts reverberated with blame towards how easily he allowed himself to be read; not by Seto, but by himself. There were parts of himself that he wanted to lock away and keep hidden from his own being. He wanted to separate from Yūgi. He wanted to live his own life and create his own challenges under his own discretion and free will. He longed to feel things, and see them, through his own perspective and not from the shell of another. He wanted to experience his own interpretations directly. But, ever since Yūgi changed his stern heart years ago, he always felt those were selfish desires of his to have. He respected Yūgi, as well as the thoughts the little one had towards allowing the two of them to share the same vessel. Just as the spirit inhabited Yūgi's body and choosing to respect his life choices, Yūgi had to do the same. The spirit knew of Yūgi's strong feelings towards Anzu, but those feelings couldn't be fully explored, directly accepted nor directly denied because of his inhabitance. While it was difficult for Yūgi, the teen still accepted the spirit's presence within him. In that same instance, the Pharaoh felt he should do the same. He felt that he shouldn't feel compelled to explore these feelings no matter how tempting as long as Yūgi shared that same mindset. But his soundness was wavering. It was only fair that he acknowledged Yūgi's wishes with respect. And the more he accepted this, the angrier he became. He wanted to be able to separate himself from Yūgi and do whatever he may please with Seto. And that was also a dilemma. He didn't know what he wanted to do with Seto and that disturbance along with not being able to handle the matter was tearing his resolve asunder. But there was nothing he could do. Frustrated, his fists tightened; his nails slicing tiny red rings into his palms. He lowered his head, causing his messy drenched bangs to fall about his face and obscure it in scattered strands and locks. Harshly, he grit his teeth while he battled with keeping his emotions suppressed. These feelings he was experiencing towards Kaiba were his—but not his to keep. When his destination was reached, the spirit dropped Yūgi's book bag onto the floor near the front counter dispassionately, and dragged his feet upstairs. He allowed himself a quick shower, fixed his hair to it's full spikiness again, and dressed for bed in the pajamas Yūgi usually wore. Once he was tucked in, he shut his eyes and switched physical places with his reincarnate. In an ethereal form, he stood next to the bed, observing Yūgi's gentle and composed features in slumber with wary eyes and a disquieted heart. He almost felt jealous of the compassionate one while he lay innocently in his bed fully caressed by sleep, while he was toiling with his emotions. The contrast was almost maddening, but the spirit forced himself to calmness. 'This isn't his fault. He does not deserve this,' he inwardly repeated to himself. Perhaps if he thought it enough times, he would catch belief with one of them. However, now was not one of those times. The spirit began to feel smothered the more he remained so close to Yūgi. He wanted to shake the other awake and discuss his problem with him. He wanted to ask what his view was and know how much did Yūgi trust him with his body. At that deliberation, the spirit tensed. What would Yūgi's reaction be to the kiss? It was unexpected, wasn't it? It was an accident. No, that wasn't true. The spirit had allowed and accepted Seto's advances in earnest, as well as trepidation. He wasn't afraid of Kaiba in the least but what he was afraid of was admitting to himself just how much he desired the other; how much he needed to accept those revelations. Because once he did admit them, he knew he would betray Yūgi's trust and throw all his concerns to the wind. He knew that he would be inclined to storm into whatever room Seto was in, regardless of him being in the middle of a company meeting, and cause a scandalous scene. He wouldn't care of his disturbance in the least. He would strip Seto of his expensive clothing thread by thread and claim his protestant mouth. He would straddle his waist and roll his hips against Seto's; plucking arousing growls from him and gaining dominance. The spirit would have avowed Seto all to himself, not caring who dared to watch, and take him in that chair. Or perhaps he'd let himself be taken; it didn't matter. He wanted to freely do whatever whimmed upon his own volition and be fully responsible for the actions himself. But for now, all of those elaborate and extravagant wants needed to be hidden and locked away until he asked and received. Waiting had become a new dislike. It took almost everything the spirit had to calm himself down so he could think much more clearly. Silently, he gave Yūgi one last look before he retreated to another end of the room beneath the window. There, he folded his arms over his chest, crossed one leg over the other—and waited. oOo Morning arrived brightly the next day as if its celestial appearance was promised. The city was cloaked with a thin blanket of dawn at its apex. The light glimmered through the windows of every building, casting each with an equal amount of golden light. The spirit opened his eyes gingerly and turned towards Yūgi's bed. He did not sleep, but had merely occupied his closed eyes with nothingness. A more known term for this would be the expression "resting one's eyes", but the spirit had nothing to rest. Not much to his surprise, Yūgi was already awake and rising out of bed. The spirit watched with steady, almost scorching eyes while Yūgi stretched, checked the puzzle and looked around for him. The moment those plum orbs rested on his form, the spirit felt himself flinch. He was very eager to discuss his inquiries with Yūgi, but knew the younger needed to prepare for the day. In place of his uneasiness and anxiety, the Pharaoh nodded with a light smile as thin as its facade, "Good Morning, Yūgi." The soothing vocals of the former ruler turned the teen to all smiles as he laid eyes upon him, "Morning!" Yūgi sang and hopped out of bed. While the exuberant youth stretched, the spirit stole a glance at his lips, technically the same lips that met with Kaiba's last night. A flicker of green passed through his narrowed amaranth orbs in pure envy. He wanted what Yūgi had; what Yūgi was capable of in that body of his. Inwardly, he cursed himself for having such jealous thoughts. But, in that moment, the Pharaoh felt as if he would do almost anything to gain a body of his own at some point. Naturally, Yūgi was oblivious to his envious desires and went to his closet to pick out his outfit for the day. "I sure hope my teachers will let me make up for any tests I know I've missed, " he began in casual small talk fashion, "But it isn't like I can exactly tell them 'Sorry I've been away for nearly 2 weeks but you see, people's souls were getting stolen' and 'boy aren't you glad the school didn't have to shut down for all those lost souls for the past few weeks huh?' " "...No, I'm afraid not," the Pharaoh stated with no interest whatsoever. He was merely only responding to the sound of Yūgi's voice rather than focusing on the full content of his conversation. He was stalling, waiting for the right moment to pounce on asking these accursed questions. But he had to be honest with Yūgi first and tell him what happened. On the other hand, maybe letting him know would be a bad idea. But if Yūgi asked for an explanation, the truth in its fullness, would need to be spoken. Various swarms of different ways to approach the situation thrived atop the spirit's tongue but he did not relinquish them from their prison and kept his eyes on Yūgi's moving form. If he didn't do this now, he probably would after it was too late and the truth was revealed prematurely. Unaware of the lurking uncertainties billowing within the Pharaoh's chest, Yūgi continued on, "I think it's a terrible thing that Dartz was misguided the way he was and enslaved people's souls. And what was worse was when you thought you were a bad ruler and you wanted to face your darkness alone and-" "Yūgi." "Huh?" the younger of the two instantly ceased in his actions and turned around to give the Pharaoh his full attention. Quite the opposite, the spirit's eyes were elsewhere in the room. A second passed as he composed himself and nodded to Yūgi. "I...ah.. must speak with you about an important matter." Innocently, Yūgi double blinked and took a step closer, "All right. It sounds urgent, Pharaoh." "It is. I...don't actually know how to come out and say this so... I will be frank with you." "Go on, Pharaoh," Yūgi insisted delicately. He then glanced to the bed and started to pad over to it, "Should I sit down first?" "No. This will be brief. But I need to..." he paused mid-sentence to change his confession to a question instead, " Yūgi, if I were to decide to... begin a ...ah... relationship... with someone...how would you react to that?" Cutely, Yūgi double blinked. His body slowly began to descend to the edge of the bed. He already had an individual in mind and the thought of the Pharaoh wanting to explore more with them made him uneasy. It took a moment for him to gather his words, "Should I even ask who it is?" The spirit allowed a beat to pass before he responded, "If...that is what you want, I'll tell you." "From the look on your face, I already know who it is so I won't ask." "Y-you do? Are you sure?" "Yeah...and to be honest, I'm not comfortable at all with you wanting to be with them...but if it's what Anzu wants then..." "Anzu? Haha. No, I was not speaking of her." "You weren't?" Yūgi enthused a bit too loudly, leaping to his feet. Laughing, the Pharaoh waved the folly away, " No, I wasn't. I was referring to someone else." "Oh!" Yūgi noted, sitting back down more comfortably this time, "Well then who is it? Is it someone I know?" "... Yes..." The Pharaoh answered lowly. The image of Kaiba already formed in his mind, "We all know of this individual." Yūgi's brows began to raise higher with each passing second as he tried to pinpoint exactly who this person was. But then he stopped himself. "Okay. You don't have to tell me who it is. I respect your decision with being honest with me about it. But, if you want to have a relationship with someone you don't need my permission." The Pharaoh nearly jumped a foot in the air from this answer. However, he couldn't help but feel that it was obtained much too easily. He had to calm himself and make sure Yūgi understood all of what he was asking. "You... do know what I am asking you for, right?" "Sure I do, Pharaoh. You want to know if you can have time to go hang out with them and go on dates, right?" "Ah, not exactly," the spirit replied. It was almost humorous how innocently Yūgi was considering his request to be. "You want to go on a trip with them for a couple days or a week? Or have some kind of sleepover? Because if you do, I'd have to miss even more days of school and I don't think I should really do that..." "You misunderstand, Little One," the Pharaoh interrupted. The weight of his next statement had him exchanging his pride for modesty and awkwardness. The moment he breathed a sound, the uneasiness was clear in his tone, "I don't wish to just pursue any type of relationship, Yūgi...I wish to have a rather... intimate relationship with this individual..." Yūgi blinked. "As in, a physical..." "...You mean-?" "...And for that, I would need to use your body like my own," he blurted out in one gentle breath. Ashamed, he turned away, "I know this is an invasion of your privacy, but I wanted to ask." Yūgi was silent, eyes wider than usual. He blankly stared at the spirit, thinking that maybe he heard him wrong. Slowly, his mouth parted, but not a single drop of sound emerged. The air in the room filled quickly with a tension so dense, Yūgi's vision began to blur. Was the spirit actually asking him if he could have sex—with his body? While he was almost close to considering it for short term purposes, the repercussions the future would hold on such a decision convinced him it was a bad idea. While he would step up and fully sacrifice his virginity for the spirit to find happiness with another, he couldn't shake the possibilities of how much of a mistake this would be for the both of them. He may not have been able to do much, but he was determined to protect his comrade. "No," Yūgi whispered. It was barely audible, but the body language Yūgi was displaying alone caused the spirit's hopes to drop like a boulder in his stomach. In spite of that, his pain was hidden when he called to him out of concern. "Yūgi?" "No. Pharaoh, I'm sorry. It's just... suppose I let you use my body for that... How would you carry on a relationship, needing a host like you're some sort of parasite? How would I carry on with my own life? Suppose I got a girlfriend or wanted to get married? Suppose we both wanted to have a wife at the same time? How would we juggle our lives then? We couldn't do that to each other, or the ones we loved. It wouldn't be fair to them and it certainly wouldn't be fair to you or to me." "..." There was actual sincerity in Yūgi's words that the Pharaoh could clearly pick up on. The little one's concern was more on others than himself. While that was admirable, there were hints of him caring about the outcome of his own life as well. And that was just as it should be. Softly, the Pharaoh gave Yūgi a small smile to ease his discomfort, "I understand. I apologize, Aibou." "No, I want to apologize to you, Pharaoh. You were being honest with me and I denied you something that I haven't even experienced yet." "It's all right. Your vessel is yours to do with as you see fit. This...other individual and I will have to figure something out on our own, but I will not betray you nor your trust, Yūgi. You have my word." To this, Yūgi smiled jubilantly, his features exhibiting a cherub-like innocence, "I know and I'm grateful that I can trust you!" "Yes," the Pharaoh nodded. The tension in the air soon lifted and Yūgi was off gathering his belongings for school. And while the Pharaoh was pleased that he had protected and still could earn Yūgi's trust, he wasn't so sure he could trust himself nor his own swarm of emotions. And that bothered him. oOo Later that evening, Yūgi walked to the Kaiba mansion and aided Mokuba with any scholastic needs he may have. This particular meeting was much more short lived than the last and hardly a half an hour had passed before Mokuba went to call his girlfriend. He said he would be back, and told Yūgi not to leave. The older teen thought the younger Kaiba wasn't being a very good host, but he agreed to wait anyway. 7 minutes had passed since Mokuba left for the phone. Yūgi kept himself occupied with a word game he played at one of the many gaming pedestal tables. The spirit had been rather silent since they arrived at the lavish establishment and Yūgi didn't press him for any conversation unless it was offered. His short legs hovered above the floor as he swung them back and forth in the comfy chair he sat in. He hummed a distant tune and was rather pleased with his free time until a flicker of a shadow swiped across his line of vision. Pausing in his game, he looked up curiously to identify what he saw and found himself staring into the cool blue eyes of Seto Kaiba himself. The proud CEO stood with his arms and legs crossed while leaning against one of the walls in the den. His hair was slightly layered with telltale signs of having the ends trimmed. A light swirl of navy blue silk clung snugly to his neck and torso while his legs were dipped in sinfully glossed black. He looked like he just stepped out of one of those fancy cologne commercials that made absolutely no sense and was waiting for his 5 minutes break to end. Feeling tense all of a sudden, Yūgi looked behind him, then from side to side, and finally returned his attention to Seto. There was no mistake, the pompous male was staring dead straight at him. Nervously, he tugged on a spiked lock of hair and forced a sheepish laugh, "Um... Kaiba? Can I help you with something?" "... Maybe..." The word left his lips like a chilled breeze and the matching smirk that accompanied it made Yūgi shudder. Then all of a sudden, he felt himself grow angry at Seto for reasons he wasn't even aware of. Distraught, he sought out the other within him, "Uhh Pharaoh?" he wondered, in a way that only the spirit would hear. To Seto, Yūgi was just sitting there staring off into space, not saying a word. "Pharaoh, is something wrong?" "...I would prefer it if we left," he responded in an imperative tone. His behavior caught Yūgi off guard. "I know you're not always thrilled to see Kaiba glaring down at someone, but you're a lot more upset today than you were yesterday." "I would just rather not be here now." "Did something happen between you and Kaiba, Pharaoh? Did you two have a fight?" "I do not wish to speak about it." "Hey. Yūgi," Seto spoke up; his summon breaking the exchange between Yūgi and the spirit. With a startled blink, the younger teen gave Seto his full attention, "Y-yeah? What is it?" "Where is Mokuba?"He inquired flatly. "Huh? Oh! Is that why you came down here? Don't worry, he's almost done with his homework! He understands it a lot better now!" "That isn't what I asked you. Where is my little brother..." he repeated, his words carrying the inflection of wanting to make sure Mokuba wouldn't be returning to that room anytime soon. Of course, this implication in tone was lost on Yūgi and he innocently took Seto's words at face value. "Oh! Uh, calling his girlfriend. Why?" To this, Seto pushed himself away from the wall and walked smoothly over to the table. Yūgi felt his breath hitch in his throat with each detailed step. If he didn't know better, he would have easily thought each step Seto took across the carpet was specifically tailored for him alone to glide across it in such a way. Upon reaching the table, Seto glared down at Yūgi with such piercing eyes that held an encoded emotion the little one failed horribly at trying to read. He was never really any good at reading Kaiba. The spirit was much better at it than he was. "Oh, you must want to duel the other me. I'll get him for you," Yūgi surmised and already started to get his other's attention. But each time, the younger was met with refusal. His features scrunched in puzzlement. Just what could have occurred between these two that the spirit would absolutely refuse to show himself in Kaiba's presence? Apologetically, Yūgi peered up at Seto with childlike eyes, "Sorry, Kaiba. The other me doesn't want to come out. I guess he's not in the mood to duel with you right now." "...I don't want him for a duel..." "Huh?" Yūgi blinked. But he didn't have time to question that odd statement when Seto grabbed him tightly by the arm and yanked him out of the chair. "You're coming with me," he stated coldly. Yūgi had to force himself to stay on his feet, despite having fallen down twice while Kaiba hauled him through the rooms of the mansion. "Kaiba! Wait! Slow down!" Yūgi pleaded, gazing helplessly up at the taller male for any sign of sympathy. He didn't gain a response. He didn't even earn a glare. Seto spoke not a word until he reached a room that was secluded from the rest of the spacious luxury. This room had only a single door, and a keypad next to it. Yūgi took this time to catch his breath and hunched over, grasping his abdomen with his free hand. "Ka...Kaiba... What...What's wrong?" "Close your eyes," Seto replied sharply. Easily intimidated, Yūgi shrank to his knees but did as he was ordered. He heard Seto punch in some sort of numeric code and what he guess was the door open with a mechanical swish. "C-can I open my eyes now Kai—aahhh!" Yūgi cried as Seto yanked him by the arm again and dragged him into the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Seto gave Yūgi's arm a good tug that pulled him to his feet. He had forgotten what the carpet felt like beneath his feet, but his nostalgia lasted for a mere second before he was thrown into the air. With a cry, he landed on some rather expensive silk bedsheets and a very firm bed. Due to his petite stature, he bounced atop it twice while trying to gain some sort of control. From the other side of the room, Seto observed the smallish male with displeased eyes. Since his encounter with the spirit the day before, he took it upon himself to test the theory of there being two Yūgis. And so far, from what he could see, this one was the Yūgi he had no interest in. The other Yūgi would still be dragged across the floor, but at least he would protest and put up a fight. He would attempt to do something. And since this little stunt didn't bring the spirit out, Seto had to turn things up a notch. His lips curved into a slight smirk as he reached up and touched his fingers to the rim of his turtleneck. Yūgi had tears in his eyes now. He was confused, hurt and unsettled all at once. Still short on breath, he struggled to sit on his knees with his shoes on the bed. And in addition to his discomfort, he was startled when he lifted his head and found out just had close Kaiba had moved towards him. The CEO's face was dangerously close to his and Yūgi caught an involuntary glimpse of a hint of skin in a narrow v shape from Kaiba's neck to his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. His face grew hot with panic and he fell backwards onto the sheets. Smoothly, with the fluidity of a feline, Seto followed him and clamped both hands down on each arm. "Ahhh!" Yūgi cried, writhing under Kaiba, "Why...why are you doing this?" "Don't feel special. This isn't directed towards you." "H-huh?" "..." Seto's frown deepened. This was taking longer than he expected. He remembered witnessing quite a few times when Yūgi was put under extreme situations, his bolder side emerged almost instantly. So what was the problem, now? As Seto picked away at speculations and hypothesizes, Yūgi peered up at him with large questioning eyes. It was then that a new realization broke over him. The conversation he had with the Pharaoh earlier that morning played over in his mind. Someone they all knew... Someone he needed to use a body for... And the way Seto was advancing like the two of them had already been intimate... "No..." Yugi whispered. All of this was too much for Yūgi to comprehend and he surrendered to his weakness. Less than a second later, a silver studded boot pressed against Seto's abdomen and slender fingers curled around his shirt just tightly enough to let someone know they had just earned themselves a death wish. "Get off!" a deep, familiar voice rumbled. With a grunt, the spirit put as much strength as he could into his leg and forced Kaiba away from him. Partially awed that there really was another persona in that midget, Kaiba allowed himself to be pushed a few steps back. Now things have gotten interesting. Finally freed, the spirit sat straight up immediately on the bed and started to swing his legs over the edge. But Seto was not letting him out of his sight just yet. With an amused sound, he buttoned his shirt and strolled over to the Pharaoh. The spirit froze for a moment, taking in the sight of such a breathtaking Adonis moving towards him. The eidolon tensed. His initial instinct was to run, to get out of there. But he knew Kaiba. Every window and door within that room had to have been already been locked by remote during sometime he didn't see. By the time he processed these deductions, his sensual predator had closed in on him. "That's something different. I would have expected you to have tried to leave. Acquainted with my bed, are we?" "Why did you bring Yūgi here," the spirit demanded, changing the subject. There was a twinge of glossed frigid azure lining his fiery eyes. Seto found the challenge of the retaliation in those liquidy eyes amusing, to say the least, but the redundancy of the 'question' made him frown."Think." "I am asking you." "We weren't finished last night." The spirit flinched slightly from those last two words. The weight of them made him feel instantly guilty as if he and Seto had conjugated somehow on a spiritual level through their eyes alone yesterday. "Then you are on your own. I have no interest in 'finishing' what was started last night between us, Seto. Misunderstandings are better left forgotten." "Hmph. Changed your mind already? You can't lie to me, Yūgi," Seto warned, leaning his face directly in front of the spirit's. He placed a hand on the center of that lean chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. The spirit pressed his hands against Seto's shoulders to move him away, but the moment he made contact with the broadness underneath his clothing, his intent began to lack its potency. He couldn't deny to himself what he wanted for much longer. And Seto would use this as a weapon against him. Seto's thick locks brushed over the spirit's forehead, mingling mahogany with muted blonde. Overwhelmed with emotion, despite his strong vows to not betray Yūgi with mistreatment of body, the spirit shut his eyes and parted his lips to receive a kiss. But such a thing never came. Slowly, he cracked one eye open, then the other followed suit. The two of them stared at each other; their thoughts and unspoken emotions delving into the other through their jeweled eyes. The spirit wanted to abandon all at that moment. He wanted to cup Seto's face in his hands. He wanted to roughly claim his lips and seize his mouth with his demanding tongue. He wanted to feel those hands all over his body. No, it wasn't his. In that respect, he would want those hands all over Yūgi's body. Not his. Not his... Crestfallen, he was the first to break eye contact with his rival and turned his head to the side atop the sheets. "... Seto...I..." the spirit trailed off, a great respect in that spoken name, "I can't..." "Because of that runt's body, right?" "Yūgi's. Yes." "Look at me." "...I shouldn't-" "I said," Seto continued, placing a hand under the spirit's chin and turning his head to face him, "look. At. Me." "Seto...don't make me regret my promise to Yūgi..." "...Tell me, is this permanent? You being trapped in that body..." "I don't know" "... How can you not know about something that concerns you?" "I don't know at all, Seto... I have no suitable answers for you. Is that what you want me to tell you? I don't know. So it is pointless for us to continue on like this... It is useless for me to have these...feelings. There is no reason you should keep me here like—" "Shut up..." Seto hissed, lowering his head so his words feathered over the spirit's lips. It wasn't a kiss like they both would have wanted, but the spirit silenced his complaints within the instant. It would seem that Seto was honoring the spirit's wish of respecting Yūgi's body in his own way. And with those restrictions, it was painfully difficult for them both to withhold from the other what they felt. A gentle sigh left the spirit and he closed his eyes, "I would give anything to have my own body, Seto," he spoke candidly; his truths touching Kaiba's lips. While his words were honest, he was beginning to sound like quite the hypocrite. The idea was much too tempting. In any other circumstance, Seto would have made the eidolon his as long as the spirit held an inkling of interest for him. But he didn't want to ruin something, or someone, that he could not cease thinking about. As much as Seto wanted to taste those beckoning lips beneath him him and allow himself to be devoured in return, he pulled away from the luscious male on his bed and stood to his feet. He didn't bother to give the other occupant in is room another look and turned his back to him. A whirr of mechanical parts clicking together or apart filled the room one right after the other and the front door to the room slide to the side. Sitting up, the Pharaoh observed with curiosity to the meaning of such an action on Kaiba's part and sent his voice in the shape of that name to find out. Seto was silent for a moment, with an air around him that the spirit could clearly decipher as the taller male gathering his unborn words to speak. "Go back to help Mokuba or go home," he stated coolly. The spirit winced at this rare display of being given a multiple choice option by Kaiba. "You're actually encouraging me to make my own decision in your presence?" he mocked in a haughty air. "Don't make me change my mind. I'm still not through with you yet." "Nor am I with you..." the spirit agreed gingerly. When Seto said nothing more, the slender male slid off of the bed and straightened out his clothes as best he could with his hands. He wasn't in the mood to go back downstairs and approach Mokuba like nothing had happened and he certainly did not want to return home just yet. The thought of needing to speak with Yūgi about what went on tonight made him frown. He couldn't hide his guilty heart from his younger counterpart now. The little one was bound to demand answers to questions the Pharaoh would not want to surface. But it was all unavoidable now. "Stop sulking," Seto stated, not even needing to be looking at the Pharaoh to know he was moping. He was stronger than this. His resolve swiftly resurrected, the spirit nodded and walked over to Kaiba. He paused in his steps when the two of them were side by side. The spirit kept his eyes straight ahead of him as he asked, " Would you like me to return around the same time tomorrow? I believe it best we never speak of this again, but I already know that is not going to happen." "I'll think about it, but the answer will most likely be no," A beat passed, "No." "Very well, Kaiba. I am certain that I will need to have a rather long talk with Yūgi. You've probably traumatized him," the spirit uttered, stealing a sideways glance to his intellectual counterpart. Much to his surprise, those searing blue eyes had already been locked on him. He had been devoured multiple times in a plethora of different ways by those eyes and he didn't even realize it until now. In a moment of bashfulness, the spirit tore his gaze away, but kept his emotions hidden—outwardly, "In any case, I shall take my leave." "Wait." "Hmm?" the spirit wondered, turning to face Kaiba fully. Silence passed between them. Seto's form was nearly completely cast in silhouette from the way the city lights outside beamed into the windows of the corridor that led to this room. His frigid sapphires hummed with an octave of expectancy and calculation. It was no surprise when the spirit was grabbed by the rim of his shirt and pulled close. Seto leaned down towards his rival; their noses brushing and their lips a needle's width apart. The gesture dared each of them to make a move—a dishonest move—that would result in a certain someone's trust being shattered and a specific ruler's word reduced to meaningless tatters. But instead of breaking that trust, Seto passed something from his pocket to the spirit's. "Use it," Seto breathed, his instructions tickling over the spirit's lips, teasing him and extracting a sound of frustrated lust from him. It took a lot of will-power for Kaiba to retract back at that time, but he managed to do it and keep a straight face. The Pharaoh on the other hand appeared a bit dazed in his yearning for the forbidden and licked his lips to remind him of what transpired the night before. Pure desire played over his fiery eyes for a second, and that was long enough for Seto to clearly catch it. The Pharaoh snapped out of his trance and checked his pocket. He pulled out a shiny black square that had a screen and a keypad with numbers and letters. He blinked, "A cell phone?" "The only numbers you need to know are already programmed into it. I've let Mokuba use it once for about a week, but he should have cleared all his information off of it by now. Call me after the runt goes to sleep." "Kaiba..." the spirit couldn't help but feel a warm smile start to spread over his lips, "thank you for your generosity. But you don't have to.." "Stop talking. You know what to do," he reminded, placing a finger to the spirit's mouth. Resisting the urge to shove that finger in between those succulent lips, Seto drew an invisible line over them instead and ended it beneath his chin. There was a weighty emotion swimming in his eyes that he wanted to act upon but chose otherwise. And the toll of that decision was painfully obvious. "Now, get out,"Seto voiced lowly. With that, he turned on his heels and retreated into his room. The spirit watched him with a sense of longing wavering in his eyes. "...Kaiba..." oOo The Turtle Game Shop seemed further and further away the more steps he took towards it. The spirit didn't feel like catching a chauffeured ride back and decided to walk. He wanted to delay giving Yūgi control as much as he could before the younger wanted to retire to bed. All the while, his mind was littered with Kaiba, their little encounter tonight, what he did to draw out Yūgi that he still was not too pleased with, and what possibilities they may have with having some sort of relationship. He was positive that the two of them would not want to continue to torture themselves with boundaries they knew they could not cross again. How long would they be able to stand this? Once he entered the shop, the spirit slowly and dispassionately did his regular nightly routine. He made sure the shop was locked up; he made sure Yūgi had food in his stomach; he showered and got Yūgi dressed in his pajamas. Reluctantly, he swapped places with his other; watching him with dejected eyes under the sheets. Despite the negativity he felt for letting the little one to be traumatized in finding hidden skeletons in his closet, the spirit was the first to utter a sound, "Little One..." "...Please...let me sleep, Pharaoh..." Yūgi whispered into the curve of the pillow. Although he wanted to let Yūgi sleep, the spirit also felt compelled to continue on. He may as well put an end to this now that it had started. "I apologize Yūgi. We must talk of this now." "What is there to talk about?" Yūgi cried, suddenly sitting up in the bed. His soft eyes glared poison at the Pharaoh; his hands balled into fists tautly clutching the sheets in his lap as if for dear life. "You didn't keep your promise to me and what's worse is that you weren't upfront with me about who you wanted to be 'intimate' with!" "Yūgi...!" "I could have been raped or worse!" "Kaiba is not the type to-" "And even worse than that is you let him drag me through the mansion! If you just told me everything instead of leaving out important details, I wouldn't be so upset with you like I am right now!" "Now hold on! I offered to tell who who it was that I wanted to pursue a relationship with but after thinking it was Anzu and it wasn't, you no longer wanted to know. Isn't that true?" "Yeah it's true, but-" "Then you have no room to accuse me of lying, nor betrayal!" "I don't know if you two have already had sex with my body or not, Pharaoh! Can't you understand how I feel?" "We did nothing of the sort. It's true we did share a kiss last night, but it was not planned or plotted. It was...an accident." That was a white lie. While the kiss was in fact unexpected enough to be considered accidental in its happening, it was resumed more than twice. And that was no accident. That was deliberate, regardless of the result afterward. But Yūgi, the forgiving and understanding Yūgi, accepted that fib. To calm himself, he took in a deep breath and slouched on the exhale. "I want to believe you, Pharaoh. I want to be able to trust you on this." "Yūgi, I swear to you, after that, I made it very clear to Kaiba that he was not to violate your body in any way." "... … ...Do you really want to be with him, Pharaoh?" Yūgi wondered, just above a whisper. His orchid orbs studied the spirit's form, seeking truth. There are a pause between them. What exactly did the Pharaoh want? He wanted more of what he could not obtain himself from not having a body. He wanted more of Kaiba's company. He wanted to feel. He wanted to taste. He wanted to be challenged. He wanted the physical, mental, and spiritual bond one mate would share with the other. What he wanted was vividly clear and he uttered it without realizing. "Seto..." Hearing that name caused Yūgi to tense and he clutched the bedsheets in his discomfort. "... … … So that's your answer, right?" "... Yes..." the weight in that single word spread was unsoundable. But he was honest, not just with Yūgi, and not just towards Kaiba, but to himself most of all. He no longer wanted to lie to himself. He wanted to fully explore these feelings he sampled a taste of and dared to experience. He wanted a sexual, and emotional, relationship with Seto Kaiba. He didn't need to suppress that anymore. "Yes, Yūgi. I want to be with him." "For how long?" "Length doesn't matter as long as I am able to freely do as I please with him without feeling like I am holding back or limited out of care and respect for a vessel that is not my own." "... Pharaoh..." "You asked and I answered. That is all. It is not your responsibility to feel obliged to help me obtain what I want or need. That is my doing. I will not ask you to step out of the boundary you have set and I respect your choices. Kaiba and I will find another way," the Pharaoh concluded, turning away from Yūgi, "Now I bid you goodnight. You've had enough excitement for one day, Little One, for lack of a better term." "Pharaoh..." Yūgi murmured. But he didn't bother the eidolon, and allowed him to leave the room. Once he was gone, he sank into the sheets on his side and pulled them upto his chin. His large eyes stared into a collaboration of nothingness in the room until he the outcome of all events that had happened today came to rest and succumbed him to sleep. After an hour of slumber, the spirit approached Yūgi and softly apologized before gaining control of his body. He wandered down to the living room area, having stopped by the bathroom to retrieve the cell phone Seto had given him to use. He eyed it momentarily, not certain of what to say when he contacted Kaiba. But his delaying was foolish. After taking a deep breath, he began fiddling with the device. It took him about 5 minutes to figure out how to locate the programmed number and press a button to make the call. On the first ring, the call was answered. "It took you long enough.," Kaiba snorted, "And because I'm sure the midget said no, I've come up with an idea." "What? What have you obtained?" "I'll be able to show you in about a month, 2 weeks if I'm lucky." "Kaiba..." "We are going to make this work. I refuse to accept anything less. And if I am something you want, then I won't allow you to back out." "Hahaha..." the spirit chortled. Seto always seemed to know just how to amuse him, no matter how serious the situation. "Thank you, Kaiba." "And don't call me that either. I'm also assuming your real name isn't Yūgi." "We have not discovered it just yet, but I feel we are very close to." "Hmm that's not very assuring." "For now, Yūgi will do. Or rather Yami Yūgi." "Fine. Yami. Until you find out who you actually are, I guess that will have to be acceptable." "Very well." "Now that that's settled, I don't want to see you for a month. I can't be distracted by the sight of you, but hearing your voice is fine. So call me tomorrow." "I will. After Yūgi goes to sleep." "Sounds like a plan. I'm leaving now." "Good night, Seto..." The CEO was quiet. It was as if he were letting the way his name was said simmer from Yami's lips. "Yeah," was all he stated before hanging up. When the call ended, Yami lowered the phone and stared at its screen. He brought his thumb over the name listed under Recently Called. A warm smile curved his lips as he silently thanked Seto and allowed his being to be filled with thoughts of him. oOo Guhhhhh This chapter didn't take too long. Sorry there's so much teasing! I think it's obvious what Seto has planned. Now, following in the trend of the first chapter... ooc! Yami: Yūgi, let me use your body for smex Yūgi: Noes! I want to keep control of my body! Suppose I get a girlfriend? Yami: You won't. Yūgi: Rebecca? Yami: She's underage. Yūgi: Anzu? Yami: HA! That's a good one. Yūgi: *sulk* I still say no! Yami: Oh all right. Kaiba: Why do I only get a cameo here? And why was I the only one to cut through your angst? Yami: Because you're smexy like that? Yūgi: I AM BEING DRAGGED ACROSS THE FLOOR BY KAIBA! Yūgi: I AM BEING DRAGGED UP A FLIGHT OF STAIRS BY KAIBA! Yūgi: I AM BEING THROWN ONTO THE BED BY KAI—ohh nice. Silk. Yami: Seto, I want you. But I can't betray Yūgi. Blah Blah Blah. Let us pretend kiss multiple times. Yami: Since you had a cameo, I am going to leave now, own Yūgi in a conversation and then give you call. Mokuba: I forgot I was in this story. And who is this nondescript girlfriend of mine? Yami: ...Uh...To the next chapter we go! ooc! To be continued. Please give me some feedback! Good, bad, and in-between! I want to know! -Mel