Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond His Body ❯ Something New ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Guess what time it is! A/N: I think something very silly happens in this chapter OoO Beyond His Body Chapter 4 OoO "Ugghnn..." Yami's tired voice murmured unevenly. His crescent lashes quivered beneath his closed lids as he was too drained to lift them. His entire body felt heavy as if he had somehow been submerged leagues beneath the sea onto a bed of algae. His chest ascended and fell slowly in time with his slow, deep breaths. While he didn't get dragged into the depths of the sea, he was laying atop a bed. In an undiscovered room of the house, Yami laid on his back upon the expensive sheets of a certain CEO. His arms flatly on either side of his head and his legs spread at a 45 degree angle. The weight of his tired body felt like a boulder atop the soothing nest of silk. His brows scrunched together in slight discomfort from how numb his limbs were as he tried to move them. As he did, the vivid imagery of what activities transpired earlier that night played back into his mind in a hazed blur. He and Seto wasted no time unraveling the other when the virtual program was initiated. Yami remembered being grabbed by the shoulders and forced into a rough and frantic kiss. Without any thought, he had returned the same. After their first, uninterrupted, kiss, they took a moment to study the expression of the other. Yami could clearly recall the shrouded look forming in Seto's glacial hues. But it wasn't that he wanted to hide behind that emotion, but it did show his frustration. The frustration of having so many emotions that he could boil down two one or two words and he wasn't even completely certain of what they were. All he wanted was what he claimed as his. And while Yami had slight protest to not being just an object for one to own, he accepted Seto as something of similar meaning. And he proved that with a gentle kiss. That expression alone was a contrast to their feverish desperation just moments before, but it also returned and heightened its thrill. Throughout their needy and sensual cravings and unbridled lust there was a great deal of touching, groping, clawing as well as heated demanding kisses tipped with tongue. Yami's thoughts had manipulated his virtual body to act on instinct and need alone and in no time at all, he and Seto were enveloped in unity. Yami remembered Seto claiming dominance over him, panting and grunting like a wild beast. His hair swiftly became mussed and matted from sweat; his sharp eyes peering down at his prey. Yami had found himself shouting, mewling and growling Seto's name in different pitches as well as languages as pleasure, satisfaction and release took him again and again. He vaguely remembered the roles being reversed, however he was able to recollect a unique sound he never thought he'd ever hear form from Seto as he climaxed by Yami's doing. Then after that, his memories of their first night together faded into fragments of colors and empty flashes of white. Yami expelled a broken breath from the remembrance of this symbolic milestone. He couldn't deny he felt relieved to able to do as he wished and without betraying Yūgi in the process. However, he hoped the other didn't tap into his thoughts at this moment and end up with a whopping of embarrassment and terror that would haunt him for the rest of his little life. A hint of a smirk touched Yami's lips at this, then it soon dissipated. Regardless, he needed to move and he needed to sit up. Gradually, the former ruler's lids lifted to reveal the glimmering amaranth that slumbered beneath. His surroundings were taken in through dizzied and fuzzy vision and his location seemed very unfamiliar to anything he's ever seen. At the same time, there was a familiarity about the patterns about the walls and neatness of the room that reminded him of a certain blue-eyed individual. Steadily, with accompanying expressions and grimaces, he forced his exhausted body to sit up. Upon doing so, a damp cloth of some sort fell from his forehead and into his lap. He cautiously scooped up the item and examined it. It was an ordinary washcloth—at first glance. Yami made a quaint face. Dealing with anything related to someone as hi-tech as Seto, seeing something so common in a dwelling of his made the item seem almost prehistoric and sorely out of place. Although it would be counter-productive, Yami imagined Seto instead having washcloths made out of baldachin. Its absence on his skin made Yami realize just how heated, and sweaty, his body actually was. Yami felt a warmth spread over his face from this. His body seemed gratefully pleased for his little romp with Kaiba more than he was aware of. "Finally. Took you long enough to come around," an arrogant and haughty voice drawled. Expectant of Seto's presence, Yami darted his head to the right, towards the room's doorway. There the lord and master of the house, Seto Kaiba, stood. He leaned against the doorway on his shoulder with his arms folded over his chest. Snug fitting charmeuse ivory clung to his neck and broad chest; accenting every curve and crevice. His legs were wrapped in matching black that gave them the illusion of being wrapped chocolate of the finest quality from how expensive and shiny it looked about his body. His feet were hidden within an even darker obsidian that resembled comfortable loafers of some sort. Yami guessed they were Seto-house-slippers. His hair was gently tussled and his face showed hints of labored exhaustion in the form of a faint cherry tint about his cheeks. "Seto!" Yami exclaimed, clutching the cloth in his hands. Despite the awkward emotions he was feeling, he couldn't stop himself from giving a compliment where it was due, "That fabric looks divine." Seto raised a delicious eyebrow, but kept a straight face,"Hmm? It is. But I don't think silk would look very good on you, no offense. Leather suits you more." "Really..." Yami didn't take the words as offensive, just interesting. He glanced down at the tight muscle shirt and taut blue pants that Yūgi usually wore. Maybe he should consider expanding the little one's wardrobe? He closed his eyes on the thought and how frivolous it seemed at a time like this. The reality of the situation was that he and Seto had finally copulated and now they faced the other afterwards. How would things continue between them? Would it still remain as frantic and anxious as it had been? Or would their new-found emotions become stagnant and hushed until time erased its potency and everything that happened between them was best forgotten? The complexity of such thoughts caused Yami to gain an expression at that moment that words would fail explaining. Disturbed by the sudden odd reaction, all the smugness drained from Seto's face and a thin lipped frown took its place. He appeared aghast for only a flicker of a second. Then almost seamlessly, he eased back into his usual nonchalant demeanor. "Like I said, you're finally awake. You basically passed out afterwards and I was met with the decision to leave you there or to give you a bed to lay in. In short, I had to carry you in here." "You... carried me?" "And you were burning up. So I cooled you down with a cloth and some cold water," his eyes narrowed as he said this and he lifted his head, causing his downy bangs to mask one of his eyes. Yami felt himself swallow hard from the motion. It was a simple one that he had seen happen with Kaiba frequently, but now for some reason, its allurement had intensified. He could feel his body starting to warm up again. "But it looks like the cold water didn't help very much. You still look like you're sweating." "Oh..." Yami trailed off. Glancing down at the cloth, he folded it nicely into a tidy square and placed it to the left of him on the bed, "I apologize for being a burden..." he continued. He gave Seto a bold look that concealed the actual nervousness he was feeling right now. He wanted to turn away out of embarrassment. He and Seto were as open as one could be with the other right no, considering their previous actions, and it made him jittery. The fact that it occurred so quickly added to his uncertainty of what to really say or do. But the more he observed his mate, the more relaxed he grew. This resolution was directly shared and accepted by Seto through their eyes alone. Yami shared a bond with him like he did with no other, and of course, Seto knew this. He made sure of it. A sly grin ventured across Seto's lips, then lessened to a trademark smirk, "That's better. It'd be pointless for you to start complaining now..." Yami gained a challenging smirk of his own without realizing, "What? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean..." Seto uttered lowly, pronouncing each word with tantalizing emphasis. He pushed himself away from the doorway to join Yami on the bed. Having Seto so close to him again made Yami's heart flutter and his stomach set ablaze with confined emotions. His opponent knew of all the cards in his hand, but Yami could bluff in such a way that would make a believer out of anyone. Namely, 'him'. But the impassioned look in Seto's eyes had swiftly dimmed to one of seriousness of a different sort. Quietly, Yami understood and studied him with analytical eyes. "Seto..." The name was a hush, but was still heard. "Don't make me say it." "Seto?" "Hmph... Is my name still all you can say?" "SETO!" Yami retaliated incredulously, his eyes wide and vibrant with embarrassment. "I guess it is...And, I meant what I said to you in there..." "Funny, I don't recall you saying much of anything..." Yami jeered with an air of sarcasm. "And why is that?" "I could barely hear anything over my...how... loud I... was..." "Hmm I was that good, was I?" "Who can say? We were both only holograms after all. You could have emphasized things that do not exist in this reality," Yami addressed with a taunting smirk. Seto eyed him blankly, then snorted, "Sounds like someone is asking for more proof..." Seto uttered, hardly moving his lips. His smalt eyes swam with interest and acute scrutiny. It was as if he was picking everything about Yami that made him unique apart only to reassemble his discoveries to prove only he understood him in this way. Nearing closer to his succulent specimen, Seto snaked his hand beneath Yami's chin, cupping it. The former ruler frowned at this behavior and jerked slightly; the action proving his dislike of the gesture more than being an attempt to get out of it. Seto studied this closely. He didn't do it for more research for his projects and little toys, this time. This moment was one of genuine interest and desire. With a feather's tactility, he brought his face closer to Yami's. The exotic male tensed and shut his eyes in poor defense and retaliation. His mind was shouting no while his body did not make a move to push Seto away. But instead of meeting his mouth to Yami's, Seto moved his lips to the side of his face, just below his ear. "I want you... to come with me..." he beckoned, fully aware of the chills and tingles he was scattering throughout Yami's body. The Pharaoh remained still in his placement as he allowed those words to simmer. His warm eyes drifted over to Seto in silent measure. Then, he finally moved. Yami reached diagonally to his right to snag a silky handful of Seto's shirt. In one move, he faced his other and pulled him close. The tips of their noses kissed for a brief second until Yami drew in a breath that ebbed the contact just a tad. "And just where will you be taking me, Seto?" he challenged; the timbre of his deep smooth tones emulating a daring shape, "Haven't you had enough?" "No," Seto answered simply; his narrowed eyes teeming with concupiscence. He grasped a tuft of Yami's wild locks and pulled on them downwards until Yami leaned backwards. Before long, he was laying on his back and Seto was on top of him. The two of them still held to the other in their own ways; Yami at Seto's shirt, and he in Yami's hair. Neither of them had any plans of letting go. Just yet. Coolly, Seto bent down and hovered his mouth above Yami's, "I can't just have enough. You're too distracting for me to ignore..." "Oh really? I believe you have just given me a compliment..." "Whatever. Take it as you like." "And what if I am 'too distracting' as you put it? What will you do, Seto? Fix the problem or continue to be enraptured by it?" "Why are you always so dramatic?" "I don't understand what you mean..." Yami smirked, speaking in the cover of deceptive ignorance. "..." Seto returned the expression; his features darkening sensuously by the second. The very moment Seto knew that Yami was going to question his behavior, Seto thrust his hips towards Yami's, tearing an unexpected gasp from him. Without warning, Yami's narrow hips rose to meet Seto's and he closed his eyes in pleasure. Wordlessly, Seto matched Yami's movements, wondering when he was going to realize exactly what he was doing to the runt's body. And sure enough, as if his thoughts were heard, Yami's eyes shot open and he pushed away from Seto. Well, he tried to, but he wasn't able to wriggle far when Seto grabbed him around the waist, pinning him to the bed once more. Instead of tempting him physically, Seto went for a psychological approach. His mouth dipped down to Yami's forehead; lingering just above the skin, "Where were you going, Yami?" "Seto..." Yami whispered, then regained his fiery tongue, "Whatever you're planning will fail." "Uh huh..." Seto ignored him and led his lips over Yami's nose. "I mean it...!" "Sure..." He continued, drawing his mouth to just above Yami's neck. Despite himself, the shorter male expelled a gasp and shut his eyes to enhance the fluttery sensation. But his voice remained level, "Do I need to make myself clear?" "Please do." "Very well. You will not like this very much," Yami smirked. Stealthily, he began to move his legs beneath Seto. His knees brushed between Seto's thighs multiple times, causing the him to make a sound, "Stop that... Unless you plan on doing something about it." "Actually, I do." "What" "This," Yami smiled, giving Seto a sudden knee right to the groin. As Seto winced and doubled over, Yami scrambled free and jumped off the bed. He rolled onto the floor to cover him losing his balance. But he got right back up again and ran out of the room; a hearty laugh echoing in his wake. He knew Seto would make chase after him. He didn't kick him very hard, just enough to free himself. Curious, he paused in his aimless running and turned around just in time to see a disheveled Seto slide across the floor from the room and bump against the wall to the hallway they were both now in. A devilish and sensually unforgiving look covered his face; making his features solidify with each deep panting breath he took. The air between them became very still and alert. Whoever made the first move was going to get it. As bad luck would have it, Yami could feel a sneeze tickling in his nose and he clenched his teeth to try to force the annoying sensation dissipate on its own. But it didn't, and he sneezed. The second he did, the floors vibrated with the rapid footsteps of Seto and he was not stopping. Swearing, Yami playfully took off down the hall. He turned corners sharply, almost falling over, but he kept running. Soon, he reached a dead end at the locked door that lead to the pods. Yami looked over his shoulder frantically for Kaiba at random while he threw his hand over the electronic keypad next to the door and mashed in a series of letters and numbers he wasn't even really looking at. He got many an error, before actually choosing to look at what he was doing. The moment he punched in the last kanji, he felt strong arms grasp him by the shoulders and spin him around. Seto slammed Yami against the door and kept him held there. His eyes teemed with a hunger only the male in front of him could quell as well as ignite. Yami chuckled triumphantly at the raw visage Seto was displaying before him. Without warning, Seto leaned forward. Expecting his mouth to be ravaged , Yami lifted a hand horizontally between their mouths so Seto would kiss his palm instead of his, Yūgi's, lips. His other hand fumbled around behind him for the door's handle while Seto pressed his body against Yami's needfully. The force from the momentum of his desire sent both of them literally falling into the room. Needless to say, another trip to quench their virtual cravings transpired, with an intensity that would rival the last. OoO Later that afternoon, Yami entered the game shop with a hum on his lips and a pep in his step. He turned on the lights, locked the front door, and headed upstairs to the bathroom. He took a hot, satisfying shower, did his hair, then went into his and Yūgi's room. He made Yūgi's bed, cleaned up a few stray articles of clothing and nicknacks laying about, and even vacuumed the carpet. Once that was to his liking, the ecstatic former Pharaoh glided down the steps two at a time without faltering in the slightest and headed into the kitchen. There, he tidied up a bit, threw together a simple meal that he knew Yūgi loved and poured a tall glass of juice for him. The thought of Kaiba's words to him the other day about slipping some sleeping pills into Yūgi's juice wavered into his mind and he smiled faintly. He couldn't believe how remarkable he felt. He felt completely natural after finally being able to express himself in the ways he wanted to freely. But even freedom had its limits. An oxymoron, but a lovely mood lifter. As Yami stood back to inspect his handiwork, the transparent image of Yūgi materialized beside him. The petite youth rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and yawned, "Morning...or Afternoon, Pharaoh. Um, Pharaoh what's going on?" he questioned, taking in the sight of the cleaned kitchen and the hot meal that rested upon the meager kitchen table. Thinking his eyes deceived him, he rubbed them with both hands and shook his head; his wild hair responding with faint movements, "Wh-what... Did you do all this?" "Yes, I did," Yami replied promptly with a nod and appeased smile, "Do you like it? I made you brunch." "That's for me?" Yugi pointed, with wide innocent eyes. Yami laughed sonorously at this, then his warm eyes returned to Yūgi. Mirth and a deep beautiful emotion twinkled in those jewels of amaranth and he nodded again, "Yes, it most certainly is. I made your favorite, so please enjoy," Yami offered, seamlessly switching physical places with his younger counterpart. "Wow!" Yūgi enthused, eagerly scanning the food, deciding which part of it to consume first, "You really mean it? Why?" he asked curiously, attempting to stifle another yawn, "Is there... some kind of special occasion I missed? It's not my birthday yet already is it? Because I promised Anzu that I'd-" "Haha, no Little One, it is not your birthday. Nor is it a special occasion. I'm just... feeling particularly energetic today." "And I'm particularly exhausted for some reason," Yūgi replied, borrowing the same word usage as his elder. He yawned for the 3rd time within the same 5 minutes and covered his mouth, "Man... my body feels like it weighs a ton! Or two! Were you out all night dueling or dancing or something, Pharaoh?" "Yūgi, you know I don't dance," he casually answered. The suspicion of what he was doing, or rather who, the other night crept up Yami's spine as a guilty chill and he wore a very good mask of deception towards it. Yūgi seemingly didn't think anything of it. Yami felt bad, technically lying to Yūgi like this, but he deserved his own private life. He and Yūgi didn't do everything together, and some things were just better left unspoken. Allegedly. For someone who was quick to pinpoint and disperse one's deception at its root, when the one at fault was him,Yami was quickly becoming a hypocrite. But if Yūgi were to ask, he would tell. Casually, he continued his display, "I have two left feet worse than you do. But I apologize for wearing your body out. I had a lot on my mind the other night." "Oh..." Yūgi trailed off. The uncertainty in his tone made it clear that he was unsure to leave the subject alone or ask what the Pharaoh's thoughts contained. Yami could blatantly read this, but he kept his expression placid. Yūgi pressed his lips together in apprehension, but at the last second, anything he would have said dissolved on his tongue and he said nothing. Instead, he went to the table and sat down. Yami watched him warily as if to prepare himself to receive an outburst of personal inquiries, yet resumed their conversation,"Yes. But, please do not worry about it too much. Enjoy your meal and rest." "You're right. Thanks, Pharaoh!" Yūgi chirped, smiling sweetly up at the other. Accepting the pleasant response, Yami smiled back, then allowed his image to fade. Once he was no longer in Yūgi's line of vision, the short male turned his attention to his food. He was both still and silent. Spirals of questions and speculations ran through his mind, but none of them seemed like a conclusive match to anything Yami had told him. But nonetheless, he still had a strong belief of trust towards the Pharaoh. Even if he was being lied to, he would still see the Pharaoh like his best friend and older brother. He cared for him greatly, but Yūgi just wished he would be more honest with him. Idly, his eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall. In the next hour, he was supposed to meet with his friends and spend the rest of the day with them. Perhaps that was what was making him so tired and had nothing to do with the Pharaoh after all? "What am I doing..." Yūgi smiled weakly, while thinking out loud, "I shouldn't accuse him like that. I'm probably just having too much fun and not realizing how tired it makes me. Yeah! That has to be it. And the wet weather doesn't help either! Sorry, Pharaoh!" Yūgi surmised, and cheerfully began to enjoy his meal. Only, deep down, he felt that something was amiss but he turned an ignorant blind eye towards it. For now. OoO "AHH! AYWAH, SETO!" Yami moaned wantonly. He dug his nails into the fine grain of a cherry-wood table, barely missing the assortment of dinner plates atop it while his body was forced against it. A deep ragged breath tore from Seto; his nude body rich with dewy sweat and muscles taut and rippling as he delved roughly into Yami from behind. Their carnal sounds of raw, untamed sex was a powerful crescendo of desperate passion that the world could have heard. And the world would have heard, if they were not playing out their wants in virtual reality. For some bizarre reason, Seto conjured the setting of the two of them at a long dinner table decorated with the finest china and the very best in French cuisine. And in addition to all of that, he wanted to take Yami against the table. And eventually... A throaty gasp was breathed from Yami as Seto picked him up and threw him back first onto the table. The china clattered and settled back into place the second right before Seto swung his arm into several pieces. The defenseless items flew to the floor with symphonic tinks and clinks as they broke into a million pieces. With a grunt, Seto reentered himself into Yami at this new position and slammed his hands down atop the table on either side of him. A flick of his wrist was all it took to slide more of the dishes and goblets to their imminent, and melodic, doom. Food, wine, and the containers that held them were all sent to the floor. And there was a hint of satisfaction glinting in Seto's eyes that implied he had always wanted to do that. "Ahh!" the exotic male moaned strongly. His blonde locks swept over his moistened face in separated strands drenched in sweat. His face was dusted with a light tint of red while he indulged in the euphoria Seto was delivering to him. They had been at this for hours, he wasn't sure how long. He had lost track of the time. Nothing else had mattered but the two of them and this creation. With a roar, Seto reached his climax; his release thunderous and contagious as the male before him achieved the same. As the sensual high faded, Seto gave small short bursts of thrusts before removing himself. As he did, the surrounding simulation dissipated. However, this particular version of Yami was to also fade, but did not. Its 'master's' strong thoughts of the real Yami were too great and resulted in him remaining. In essence, such "behaviors" were a glitch. Silently, he watched Seto don a new outfit of an dark hue. The hologram's eyes contracted in calculation. When its genuine article was not present, Seto would call upon this lifelike replica to suit his desires, as well as do more research to tweak this Yami to be flawless. Seto wanted everything he did to feel as realistic as possible to Yami. This Yami was aware that it only existed as a virtual 'shell' for the real one's consciousness so it would have form. "Yami," Seto demanded, wanting to initiate a new simulation without bothering to turn around. He wasn't aware of the intent eyes that were watching him; awaiting his next command. In a nature true to the real former ruler, the lithe replica lifted his chin proudly with a smirk on his lips, "Over here, Kaiba" Seto whipped around; his features carrying alert and unexpectedness. That hologram was still there after the rest of a program ended? Then he half-frowned, "That's another kink in your programming I have to work out," he stated flatly. With a predatory air about him, Seto glided over to the other, "You stick around when a program is terminated and you still call me by that name." "I only do what is thought of by you or the one you based me from when he is not present." "Don't talk back to me. I don't want any mistakes and I can't have you gaining a mind of your own." The hologram blinked as if it had taken the statement as a hidden possibility and probable desire. "Is that something you want?" In place of an immediate verbal answer, Seto brought a hand to the top of his pants. Red-violet orbs watched with an unnamed emotion as the tips of 2 or Seto's fingers claimed the zipper of his pants and drew it downward. A waver of Seto's thoughts brushed over the replica and it eagerly sank to its knees. "This is what I want from you," Seto uttered plainly. He started to reach into his fly when one of Yami's hands beat him to it. His slender fingers curled around the prize he sought, and he immediately rubbed his thumb firmly against the length of the underside. Seto hissed briefly, and kept his eyes on the male beneath him. Within seconds, his erection was engulfed by Yami's welcoming mouth and suckled upon desperately. Seto almost climaxed right then and there, but somehow managed to suppress the urge. His length was attacked in its entirety. His sac was fondled, licked, bitten and drawn into that hot mouth. Seto clenched his fists and leaned his head back. For a fleeting moment, a delectable thought ran through his head. Suppose the real Yami entered during this little game of his and joined in? A beat passed and Seto found himself in a shuddering breath that caused his body to shake from an enhance in sensation. Once he caught his breath, he lowered his head and gaped from witnessing another Yami on his knees. He didn't actually think that would work, but he certainly wasn't complaining now. He was intrigued to how far this could go. A sensual growl settled in his throat from the sight of the two Yamis on either side of his length, licking, nibbling and stroking. The initial one gazed up at him with its sharp amaranth eyes, while the other glanced to him with orbs of clover. Seto clenched his teeth from the view and shut his eyes. If Yami did somehow walk in now and find him like this to copies of him, he would probably uncomfortable about it. But he wasn't there. He wasn't there to scold and he certainly wasn't there to watch. Or was he? Naturally, Seto couldn't resist the thought of another. And as he willed it, in addition to other two's ministrations, he felt soft long laps at the base of his sac. Seto's body jerked forward as a sound escaped him and he forced his eyes to open. There now were 3 different Yamis knelt before him. Their tongues and hands worshiped his flesh as if it were their own sexual god. Flashes of green and red-violet looked his way to give him separate trademark looks that Yami would always give; those sly 'I have you, and there is nothing you can do' looks. The newest addition flicked its sky blue eyes to Seto;giving a lusty look while lapping at his tightening flesh that sent Seto over the edge. With a raspy yell, Seto grasped the bobbing heads closest to his hands and gripped harshly at their wild tufts of hair. His body convulsed and a bursts of creamy white shot from him, showering the 3 of them in its hot essence. Amaranth and clover witnessed the display with misty, sultry eyes and their mouths quickly went to work consuming it. The remaining other received the majority of the ivory offering; a glob of it splotched across one of its closed eyes and bits of it clinging to those thick locks. Seto panted heavily as he tried to regain his senses. But when he saw the three of them sharing his seed through deep tepid kisses laced with tongue and moans, he lost it. OoO With a deep wheezing gasp, Seto threw a hand over his heart and fumbled for the pod's release button with the other. In a frenzied mess, he staggered out of the contraption and had to stop himself from tumbling to the floor. With a disoriented growl, he brought a hand to his dizzied head and shook it; stray threads of mahogany whipping over his eyes. He swore under his breath and forced himself to stand upright. This was a lesson to him. He could probably handle two Yamis but a 3rd was too much. "Having fun?" a familiar regal voice announced from nearby. "Oh great..." Seto groaned, turning slowly. Atop the pod he usually went in, Yami sat perched atop with his legs and arms crossed. A hint of challenge fluctuated behind his eyes and a faint curve was at his lips. But Seto was much too tired to be able to decipher what hidden secrets that curve entailed. The main thing on his mind now was to grab a shower first, then deal with Yami right after. And his rival picked up on this easily, "Oh no. You are not leaving yet. Not until you inform me of what you were doing." Seto frowned. The scolding cometh. "What does it look like? You weren't here," he shot back hotly. "And you pretended that I was?" "And so what if I did?" "Hmm..." Yami hummed thoughtfully and slid off his perch. He sauntered over to Seto, ignoring the frigid glares he was receiving, and grabbed him by the collar. He stood on his tippy-toes and pulled Seto down to meet his lips to his ear, "Was I satisfying to you? Satisfying enough for you to choose a hologram over me in person?" "Shut up, it's not even like that," Seto defended, pushing Yami slightly away from him. His lie was only half true, but it was still a lie. But since Seto was already caught red-handed, there was no reason to pretend otherwise, "Now you know what I do when you're not here. I want to make sure your program has as little mistakes and kinks as possible. I don't want you missing anything I can give you." "Oh? Tooting your own horn now, are you?" "Didn't know such a crime" "It's not, unless your ego is the size of planets." "Then sentence me life. In any case, I am going to walk by you and I am going to take a shower. Do what you want until I get back," Seto worded flatly, brushing by Yami and passing through the doorway. Then, he stopped. Hesitantly he turned, gazing awkwardly to Yami over his shoulder. He parted his lips to say something, but decided against it at the last second, and simply closed the door instead. When Seto returned, his keen eyes darted directly to the place where Yami stood. The former ruler didn't appear to have moved very far from the middle of the room and greeted Seto with a placid expression. His eyes drifted up briefly to the towel loosely hanging from atop Seto's head. Uncomfortable with the gaze, Seto led his eyes elsewhere and attempted to make conversation. "So... how was your day?" "My day? Do you honestly want to know the answer to that or is this another question for your project?" "... Or don't tell me..." Seto drawled, pulling the towel off and folding it. "It was fine, Seto. Pleasant even." "That's nice." Yami chuckled. Although Seto's words were bland and devoid of emotion, Yami could tell that his rival was actually doing his best to break the ice with something he knew Yami would be comfortable with. Although Seto seemed cold to others, Yami, as well as Mokuba, knew that he wasn't as frigid as he tried to seem. And now, it was almost as if he were offering a type of awkward emotion that only Yami would understand and only Yami could make the volition to accept or deny it. The answer seemed obvious. "What did you do all of today?" Yami questioned tranquilly, then his eyes trailed over to the open hatch of the pod Seto had occupied earlier and his features took on a sly look, "Or perhaps I already know?" "You don't. So don't bother to claim otherwise," he concluded, setting the fabric down atop an end table. "I see," Yami smiled faintly, "Well in any case, thanks for asking." "...You're welcome." Silence. "I was thinking about you a lot today," Seto confessed out of the blue, and catching Yami off guard. He winced with awe and interest, "Well, I certainly didn't expect to hear that..." "I can't get you out of my head. It's annoying. You just won't go away," Seto murmured as if he were thinking aloud rather than directing his strange words to the very subject they consisted of. "... Seto...?" "...I can't stop thinking abut you... It never stops..." "Seto, what are you trying to say?" "... … Forget it. I'm too tired to even comprehend what I'm saying," he seethed, and turned on his heels. Yami watched as he left the room and disappeared down the hall. Yami continued to listen to Seto's retreating footsteps until they no longer echoed in the corridors. He knew exactly where Seto had gone. That same bedroom he woke up in last night. By the time Yami reached the room, the lights were dimmed and Seto lay on his back with his arms folded over his chest. His crystalline eyes gazed over at Yami, taking in his form, then returned to stare into nothingness. Guilty, Yami padded over to the bed. "May I lay here?" he asked, gaining no answer. Taking the silence as a yes, Yami removed his boots and climbed into the bed. He laid next to Seto with his hands folded over his abdomen. Nothing was shared between the two of them for nearly an entire minute. The only sounds were their steady breathing that somehow fell into sync. Yami was the first to attempt to break the silence. "Tomorrow, I would like for us to spend more time together; to further know the other better." "Hmph." "If that is all right with you, of course." "Whatever." "Of course. Well, goodnight, Seto. Pleasant dreams, or do you even need me to say that?" Wordlessly, Seto's eyes narrowed and he tossed a glare Yami's way before turning on his side; his back towards Yami. A little offended by this, Yami frowned and shut his eyes. Half an hour passed. Once Seto was certain that Yami was asleep, he turned to face him. His eyes trailed through his hair, tickled over his regal features and rested upon his hands. He eyed them earnestly like they were keys of something precious that he wanted to claim, but had been forbidden to do so. But his body had other plans. Cautiously, one of his hands reached out and rested upon Yami's. Seconds passed before he worked up the intent to clutch it gently. Seto never told Yami, but he was grateful for his appearance and desire to be at his side as much as he could. He really appreciated that. He was amused to know that there was one who could understand him and see straight through him like Yami could. He was satisfied with being able to share more of himself that he could not to Mokuba. Dare it be said that he even loved it. A light smirk touched his lips as a sarcastic thought came to mind but he dismissed it. Silently, he rested on his back again and closed his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. Unknown to him, Yami's lips had mirrored the same amusement. OoO Okay, so I wanted there to be more to this chapter, but it's good I ended it here. Ooc! Seto: I'm a genius Yami: Smexing tiiime! Seto: With holograms... kinky... Yami: You sure enjoyed yourself Seto: Three Yamis. Nice Yūgi: I was in this chapter? Oh yeah. I was insignificant again! Ooc! -Mel