Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond His Body ❯ Surely ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: Some angst on both their parts and some touching moments.

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Beyond His Body

Chapter 6

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Yami drew in a breath as he readied himself to enter Seto's home office. Both hands pressed against the double doors and shoved them open. The light from the hallway he was in cascaded over his frame and sliced a narrow path into the room like a photon runway. His slender legs glided over the carpet; one slinking in front of the other, causing his walk to be nothing short of seductive. He was unaware of this, and his body continued to move in suggestive ways that made his hips sway in the rhythm of an unheard melody. Against the lights of the night displayed out the large window in the shaded room, his slender form drank in the ebony of his surroundings like a sultry succubus in her prime.

The near darkness of the office enveloped Yami the second he shut the doors behind him. The only spots of light lingered from the soft glow of Seto's laptop and the city lights that shimmered through the room's broad windows. Seto sat at his desk betwixt the evanescent luminescence; leaning back in the chair with both arms propped up on the armrests, his legs crossed and a lazy fist resting against his face. The luster of a calculating thought flickered in his azure eyes as they beheld his rival and a thin curve of amusement punctuated his lips. "Not bad," Seto noted, sounding mildly impressed.

Lost within himself for a moment, Yami thought he was referring to his entrance into the office, initially. But that didn't seem to be the case. "? Oh, you mean this?" Yami wondered, gesturing towards himself while gazing down at the change in his apparel. Instead of his usual sleeveless shirt, a fitting splash of black conformed to his taut torso; a v neck shirt spun from Egyptian cotton. It appeared to be a few sizes too small, so a slither of his abdomen alluringly showed. His legs were hugged with snug slacks of shaded cobalt that allowed him with enough "breathing room", but showed off his lean muscles just as much. The sharp pointed shoes he wore were of a designer brand that Seto was quite familiar with. Too bad it had gone out of style three years ago, but the luxurious shine of them ascended Yami's overall visage to an exquisite status. Lifting his head to face Seto, Yami made a slight movement with his neck to flick his bangs out of his eyes so he could see Seto fully. "It's a bit old, but I decided to buy it when Yūgi was on a field trip, then later attended a series of outlet shops. I chose to have a look around for myself with much of his persuasion."

"I see," Seto responded plainly without much interest in hearing about the others. He lifted his hand from the armrest and motioned to Yami with a finger, "Come here," his husky words demanded. Yami felt a lump form in his throat from the sight of Seto appearing so tastefully inviting. The cloak of night looked glorious on him in the contrast of the white and light blue of his business attire. Without the utterance of a sound, Yami's body moved on its own and he strolled over towards his rival. Instead of waiting for being told where to sit, he perched atop the corner of the desk. Seto's eyes instantly flitted down to the curve of Yami's bottom where it smothered the side of the polished mahogany. Yami watched this, and couldn't help the smirk that delicately adorned his lips. He crossed one leg exquisitely over the other and faced Seto at a ¾ angle. He pressed a palm to the top of the desk and sent his other hand, prancing on fingertips, along the back of the laptop. His eyes remained deeply seated within Seto's, daring him to stop him as he closed the computer and moved it to the side. Much to his pleasant surprise, Seto didn't discourage the motion and continued to eye Yami with his usual cocky expression. Amused, Yami lifted a piqued brow, "Am I really that distracting to you?"

"You are," Was the dim response, "And you're a tease," Seto added. The chair gave a creak as he sat upright in it and leaned forward to grasp Yami around the arm. The shorter didn't bother to resist, this time, and allowed Seto to pull him into his lap. Although he gave Seto much lip and protest earlier that day, he honestly was relieved to have more time to spend with him now. Nearly every problem he had was placed in the back of his mind under heavy lock––against his better judgment. For this moment, he didn't want the stress of his destiny to cause him to enjoy this his moments with Seto any less. His time spent with Seto had become precious and he wasn't ready to give it up yet. He was going to enjoy his time with Seto this night, in whatever they may do. He wasn't yet prepared to do anything else but that. He knew better, but the more he dwelled on those thoughts, the sooner he willed them away. Selfish? Stubborn? Of course it was. And he deemed himself strong enough to deal with those consequences—but at what cost?

"I do not find this position comfortable," Yami complained to Seto with a mild smirk. If Seto had been standing, the illusion of them just being married would have been easily assumed. "So move."

"I will," Yami continued, running his hands over the smooth material of Seto's suit coat and gripping it lightly while he lifted himself high enough to spread his legs on either side of Seto's. "Mm, this is interesting..." Seto thought aloud, giving Yami an enticing look. It was enough to make Yami forget where he was for a moment, but he soon recomposed himself. Their eyes intermingled with the other; sharing thoughts carried on the reflected gloss of the city lights beyond them. There was a raw, unbridled emotion easily caught in both their jeweled hues and without any thought, they both acted out their physical desires.

Their mouths feathered against the other, not stealing any kisses in this moment, but reveling in the closeness and warmth it offered. Nothing else and no one else mattered right now. These two were all that there was. Yami clawed at Seto's suit, panting and drawing his wet lips over Seto's, then dipped to kiss his chin. A faint sound thrived in Seto's throat and Yami felt one of his strong hands cup his face. His mouth was brought to Seto's and they shared another bit of false kisses. But Yami soon grew tired of them, and Seto acknowledged that. Suddenly, Yami's mouth widened to draw in a gasp when he felt Seto's tongue touch his. It was a form of teasing; a test to see what Yami's reaction would be. And upon instinct, Yami returned the play. The two of them engaged in a carnal, visible show of quarreling tongues; the illuminations of the night casting them in a soft outline. Yami wasn't sure which one of them advanced first in their small battle for dominance; his mind had become clouded with a sensual haze. But once his senses returned to him, he quickly became aware of the rough, feverish kisses they shared as if their lives depended on them. "Ah-!" he breathed. But the both of them were too surprised and much too enthralled with the moment to break free just yet. A thin thread of saliva budded at the corner of Yami's mouth and a rich moan fluttered from him when Seto's tongue swept over his lips.

Their tongues resumed their clashing; swirling and battling with each tilt of their head and press of their lips until they both finally separated for air. Yami had been so drawn in by the moment and just being with his Seto that his words to him of not wanting to kiss again had been completely absent in his mind. Looks like the mighty Pharaoh, who was adamant about remaining true to his word, goofed. Around Seto, almost everything else he guarded or felt strongly about lost its weight in meaning... It was a rather bad habit that had followed Yami for some time now since the two had built their rivalry–which was quite a few years.

A swear left him and he placed a hand over his mouth in folly. To this, Seto eyed Yami sharply, while taking low and almost silent breaths to reclaim a proper respiratory flow. His words revealed themselves in astonished, but amused, husky velvet, "You kissed me."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Was I supposed to? You didn't stop yourself! But, I guess I can't really blame you. It is me after all," Seto gloated with a shrug and a devilish grin that boasted pure arrogance.

"Shut up!" Yami quipped, giving Seto's chest a push, but he did not move to get up and remained in Seto's lap. Seto raised a brow at this, then crossed his arms, "You're not going to move?"

"Do you want me to move?"

"... ..." a light smirk touched the corner of Seto's mouth and he whisked the bangs out of his eyes with an effortless movement. But the majority of them cascaded over one of his eyes, giving him an almost conniving look. Yami bit his lip. Seto was inexplicably gorgeous and those little smug expressions of his only added to that and the difficulty of trying to ignore them. Perhaps that was part of his "charm".

"Anyway," Seto continued on, changing the subject, "you've said you wanted to talk to me?"

"You wanted us to spend more time together, didn't you? So now, we're doing that. Start talking."

"Uh...well.. how was work today?"

"Boring"

"Your job or the question?"

"Both. A better question would have been why do I bother to put up with you?"

Yami frowned but it appeared more like a pout. Casually, he folded his arms over his chest and tapped a finger against his forearm, "I put up with more from you than I could ever give you. Your ego is constricting."

"Don't play innocent," Seto grinned darkly, "You can be more arrogant than me, but I have a reason to be this way. I've earned my arrogance."

"And you flaunt it around with the public knowledge that you can never best me in a duel," Yami grinned, wagging a finger. Seto eyed the digit silently; dark thoughts running through his mind of the possibilities that could be done with it. But instead of dwelling on those thoughts, he returned his eyes to Yami's; a mocking expression with an unreadable emotion ghosting over his features. At Seto's silence, Yami blinked.

"What no retaliation?"

"I will defeat you in a duel, make no mistake about that!"

"Hmmm...Care to test that theory?" Yami taunted, lifting his chin proudly.

"Didn't you want to talk?"

"I am having fun, Seto. Isn't that important?"

"... You're weird," he grinned. With a chuckle, Yami returned the expression, "And you're Bruce Wayne."

Seto snorted at this, "Then you're Harley Quinn. Annoying and a nag."

"I resent that, Seto! I am not annoying!" Funnily, he forgot to refute the "nag" part.

"In all my life upto this point, I haven't met anyone who preaches and complains as much as you do. And being in a 'relationship' with you has only doubled that. Don't you ever listen to yourself?"

"I waver in and out sometimes," Yami joked, gesturing with his hand and turning his head from Seto.

"You're pouting again..."

"I do not pout, Seto!" Yami shot back, facing him with fleeting eyes and a serious, but cute, look on his face.

"Hmph" Seto snickered, "You're an obtuse, grade A weirdo."

"And you have an unhealthy obsession."

"Great... Here we go..." Seto drawled dryly.

"Shall I fetch your cape and cowl? Or better yet, I should call you Superman."

"What..." Seto asked; his drab incredulousness sounding more like he was bored. But eagerly, Yami continued on, "Think about it. You have this indestructible image about you and you are quick to protect those you care about. Not to mention I believe you have x-ray vision haha..."

"Now, you're talking nonsense."

"Am I, Seto? You're the one believing in this 'nonsense'. Besides, someone who sleeps as less as you do should have some sort of surpassing power by now. But in all seriousness, tell me, if anything happened to Mokuba, you would do all you could to punish who hurt him and make sure he was perfectly all right, wouldn't you?"

"Why are you asking me a stupid question?" Seto nearly growled, his words came out so lowly. Some puzzles and riddles were fine, but Yami always had to take something beyond it's extreme and make a mountain out a mole hill. But what made things worse for Seto in that respect was even with all those dramatics, Yami ended up being in the right for behaving in such ways. But he was still a weirdo.

"And with that," Yami paused, taking a moment to choose the right words without them being too premature to mention. His tone softened and he neared closer to Seto, placing his hands in Seto's lap in front of him, "you would do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

"..."

"You would refuse to let anyone else have me...?"

Yami had gained all of Seto's attention with that statement. At first, Seto only gave him a blank stare. Then his eyes gradually began to widen a tad as the realization and imagery of such an idea ran behind his eyes. Without thinking, he clutched Yami by the collar of his shirt and yanked him against his chest. Their noses bumped; their lips tasted the other. Slowly, Seto opened his mouth to speak, "No one else deserves what I do," he whispered, speaking of Yami as some sort of possession, "You are my only rival; you are my only thrill. I'm the only one who can defeat you... on the battlefield as well as in the bedroom..."

"...That's taking this a bit too far, don't you think? The latter hasn't been tested and the former certainly hasn't been acclaimed," Yami teasingly returned, all the while taking Seto's words to heart, "I think you should sort out your facts first. But at least you answered my question... in your own way."

"Hmph..." Seto half-frowned, releasing his grip and pressing Yami away. The exotic male sat up earnestly and slipped both hands beneath his downy bangs and flicked them about the sides of his face. With his fingertips. Then, he shook his head; his wild hair following suit. "I really hold that much importance towards you, do I? I suppose I do... you seem to never have enough of me. Isn't that right?"

"Do you want me to throw you out of here?"

"Hahaha..." Yami laughed airily. He tilted his head to the side, not bothering to move the pointed bangs that tapered over the curves of his cheek, "I like the idea of you as Superman. Batman has a utility belt; take that away and it becomes a weakness. But with Superman, if he's trapped in a sealed room made entirely out of kryptonite, he is helpless."

"So what are you saying, you're my kryptonite?"

"Exactly."

"..." Seto made a face.

"What?"

"That... was terrible. Not only are you a nag, but you're a corny one too."

"Haha... Yes, I've never been much good at telling jokes."

"I can see that."

"But there is truth to what I said about you."

"And I'm going to pretend you said nothing of the sort. In short, I'm ignoring you."

"Fair enough, haha..."

"...Anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"What do you have to tell me, Seto? Anything at all?"

"Aside from work, and Mokuba, what do you want me to talk about?"

"Ask me something," Yami smiled, letting his fingers toy with the buttons of Seto's suit.

"... Like what"

"Anything."

"... What will happen after you uncover your memories?"

Yami froze. Curse Seto. He knew he was going to be asked that. This time, he was the one being allusive instead of Seto. He wanted to give an answer, but he had no words to grasp onto to speak. Seto analyzed the hesitation, and made a face himself, "You really don't know..."

"No. … No I don't... Seto...when I said anything, I didn't mean anything that related to what my destiny requires of me."

"That's part of what 'anything' implies. Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"Because..." Yami caught himself before he said something he would later end up regretting. Neither of them knew for certain what would happen. But he couldn't help but feel further and further away from Seto the more he thought about it. Before he knew it, he was clutching at the suit quite tautly as he tried to stave off his inner conflicts. He did not want this uncovered tonight, not like this. He needed more time...just a bit more time. He was becoming just what Yūgi feared he would—stuck.

Of course, necessity screamed at him to tell Seto everything because he wanted to know. He may even have a way to help him. But Yami did not want to think such uncertain things at the moment. Although he has a feeling in the pit of his stomach that warned him Seto could indeed help, it was upto Yami with whether he believed that feeling or not. His mouth opened, then closed again. Then, with great reluctance he pushed the notion away and sighed, "Let's... not talk about this now."

"I need to know, Yami," Seto urged with a gentleness to his tone Yami had never heard before directed towards him. He was going to mention it but decided not to jinx such a rare, and soothing, occurrence into never happening again. Seto noticed the uncertainty of making a favorable volition in his other's behavior with a cool glint in his calculating hues. When Yami said nothing, Seto continued, "In all honesty, we both know the pods are a temporary escape. There will come a time when their imagery won't be enough and we are going to want and need more from the other. Not only that, but if the runt doesn't know you're using his body to see me almost every night, then his suspicion is going to rise quick if he finds out anything out of place. I don't know about you, but I don't want to carry on with this game for much longer..."

Yami's breath caught in his throat and his hands clenched into even tighter fists about the suit. Did Seto want to cut things off with him? No, he didn't mean that. He couldn't mean that. Seto was much too stubborn to admit defeat. But if that were true, why couldn't Yami dismiss the creeping fear of losing Seto licking at his spine?

"What... What are you saying then, Seto..."

"I'm saying... either we find a way to give you your own body... or we find another way..."

"So... so you weren't thinking of just ending things between us?" he asked wide-eyed; his gems venturing back and forth between Seto's guarded hues trying to extract a direct answer. Nothing was given for a good few seconds while unspoken words were weighted—and the suspense was stifling. Finally, Seto imbued his thoughts, "I don't want to," he admitted simply. There was a deeper meaning and emotion attached to what he spoke, but its substance could not be clarified just yet. His chilling eyes regained their glimmer of acknowledgment towards Yami's gaze as they observed him, "...But, something has to give, Yami.."

Silence. Effected in ways he couldn't explain, Yami led his eyes elsewhere.

He was right. There was no alternative right now, there was nothing else to turn to, there was nothing else to face except the truth. Now, things had definitely gotten serious. And Yami was not ready to face all of it at once yet. He didn't want to think of what would happen if he had to leave Seto, although he was haunted by old thoughts he had before about if he and Seto had never happened in the first place. But he was too stubborn and selfish and just had to experience a sensual relationship with him anyway.

Maybe Yūgi had been trying to warn him all along with his loaded words of "innocent" question and concern. Maybe the little one could see more about his own glitched emotions than Yami could himself. Yet, he could not blame the little one for feeling distant towards Seto. Being dragged across the floor and thrown into someone's bed unwillingly was quite a scare.

The guilt started to gnaw away at him, but he kept his cool as best as he could. Seto watched Yami in intense subduedness and took mental notes of how much this ordeal was wrecking on him. Some "Superman" he turned out to be if all he could really do was observe and analyze. Not sure of what to actually do to break Yami out of his dejection, Seto somehow placed a hand on Yami's shoulder. He gave it a squeeze, forcing Yami to meet eyes with him. The last thing he needed was an emotional, distraught partner straddling him. However, his concern was genuine. He was just not entirely sure of the "right" and effective methods to showing that. When Yami shifted his darkened eyes to his, Seto gave a half-frown. It was the closest thing to a reassuring expression that he could manage to give right now, "Relax, all right? I'll think of something. I'm not letting you slip through my fingers regardless of how much you may want to try to escape from me."

"..." Yami had considered it, but whether he would actually do it was another story in itself.

"Just tell me when you planned to leave for Egypt. I'll call a Ishizu at some point and see if there is anything she can do," he suggested, placing his arms back atop the armrests of the chair.

Yami smiled weakly at this, but the emotion in his eyes didn't waver, "You'd risk calling some 'hocus pocus mind trick' woman just to gain a possible solution for me? That's big of you."

"This isn't just for you. It's for us. And I'm going to make sure we work, with or without your support."

Yami quirked an interested brow at this. Seto using words like "your" and "support" in the same sentence, one following the other? What was this world coming to so suddenly? "Seto, there is no 'I' in 'team'. You don't have to do this alone."

"There may not be an 'I', but there is a 'me' and I am not letting you get away from me," he finalized; his eyes dazzling with a harsh determination. The intensity of the expression caught Yami unexpectedly. He had never seen Seto so grimly unpretentious before. This was a side of him that had gone far beyond the border of his usual somberness or even showing fear whenever Mokuba's life was threatened. A thread of thought tethered through Yami's thoughts. Was this the look Seto gained when serious matters dealt with him? The regal entity felt drawn to such a solemn look, and at the same time, he felt compelled to soothe it.

"Seto?" he breathed; his fingertips hesitantly inching higher towards the knot of Seto's tie. He wanted to stroke Seto's face; to disperse that complex look with cherishing touches of concern. But instead he stopped shy of making any contact with Seto's skin. Yami knew Seto wasn't too fond of being touched unless he was initiating his himself. Even with that known, it made the position they were in even more of a huge realization in something Seto wouldn't dare say directly. Yet. Instead, he voiced them in a different way, "You've already messed up my head once. If I lose you, I lose myself." However, Yami didn't quite understand that one.

"...Seto...?"

"I want to go with you whenever you decide to leave the country or wherever you have to go to find out what you feel is important. I don't care for it, but if it'll get you to stop worrying about it so I don't have to see you moping around me like some sick animal, then go and do it. But I'm keeping my eyes on you when you choose to do it. You are not leaving my sight, you got that?"

"Where is all this coming from?"

Seto's eyes twitched with a secretive emotion, but his lips remained solemn and dissatisfied,"...Maybe I've just lost it... Or..." he trailed off; his frigid hues flickering between Yami's warm opals. Seto's unspoken confession was clear and crisp as diamond and Yami felt his features soften from the display. This side of Seto was even rarer than the last. It was true that Yami could usually always see straight through the firm scowls and cold stares directly to the core of Seto's emotions, even if he couldn't label those particular emotions at the time. Yami always knew there was more to Seto than he allowed others to see—others, not him. Yami understood fully now what Seto was trying to say, even though he himself had difficulty finding a name for these awkward emotions. But getting a label for them was soon becoming secondary as the desire to act out the descriptions of those feelings cried out to him.

Yami's brows knit together as sincerity and understanding marked his beautiful face, "...Seto...you..."

"Don't say it," he warned, "I've gone mad, and that's the end of it."

"...Very well..." Yami nodded gingerly with a gentle smile.

The budding glimmer of approaching daybreak crackled through the sky in multicolored zig-zags of clouds and tints. Lucid drops of the sunrise mingled in Yami's eyes, enhancing the remarkable emotion that already lingered there and reflecting into Seto's like a mirror. They didn't have to say a word. Their bodies moved of their own accord and the gap between them ceased to exist as their noses met. In the place of a kiss, their lips touched and whispered over the other; utterances of their names becoming breathy declarations amongst their skin. Yami's arms snaked around Seto's back and he hugged him dearly. Seto's arms remained atop the armrests, unmoving. But his hands were curled into fists and his nails dug into the fabric of the chair. He wanted to pull Yami into a kiss, and was battling with the lust to do so. Especially after a "confession" like that.

Tenderly, Yami withdrew from his embrace and placed his hands to Seto's chest to observe him. A dark look washed over Seto's features as he stared wordlessly at Yami. The desire he felt was impossible to be unseen and Yami understood. The two of them watched the other, neither making a move. Minutes passed between them while they silently conversed through their eyes alone; speaking on everything and nothing all at once. Then, without warning, Seto made a move to stand and Yami laced his arms around Seto's neck. He held on tightly and allowed Seto to clutch the underside of his thighs, keeping Yami at a hover. This lasted only for a few seconds before Seto placed the lithe male atop his desk and laid him on his back. Yami's legs instinctively wrapped around Seto's waist; his arms still around his neck. His bangs trickled around him atop the desk like threads of silk; the rest of it veiling the wood with its ebony. Seto rested his hands atop the desk for balance as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Yami's forehead. He didn't understand why he was doing this. He wasn't even sure about what he was doing. All that was his concern at this moment was...

"...Yami..."

"Yes, Seto?" he breathed.

"What have you done to me..."

"... Seto...?"

"...Yami..."

Their lips brushed once more, for a brief second before Seto began to pull away. But Yami wasn't having it. Tensing his body, he forced Seto back down and clawed at a tuft of his hair while seizing his mouth with his own. The instant moment of contact made Seto throw any restraint for that moment out the window and he drew an arm under Yami's back and ran a hand through Yami's hair; gripping it harshly. A deep sound wafted from Yami that caused his kisses to become faster, fuller and abundant with frantic tongue. Apparently for these two, actual kisses were not enough. Seto moved his hands from atop the desk and gripped Yami at the waist. There, he tapped his hips against Yami's and rolled them sensuously; possessively. A puzzled moan passed betwixt Yami's lips from the sensation and his body automatically retaliated with the same. Curse his dislike of wearing any type of underwear. Although their little grinding session was mild, Yami could feel everything to its fullest... And he craved more of it. He arched his back and ground his clothed hardness against Seto's and moaned erotically from the contact. A hum of acceptance rippled from Seto and he thrust roughly against Yami as if there were no boundaries between them.

"Mm-" Yami mewled, trying to find a way through their needy kisses to utter Seto's name. He could recall a certain blue-eyed individual who said he wasn't interested in having sex with Yūgi's body. Seto became wise to the trail of thought and positioned his hips at a specific spot between Yami's legs just to spite him. But he did mean what he said. Soon, the battle between their mouths intensified and reclaimed its place as their initial focus.

After heated minutes of their oral duel, the two of them broke for oxygen, but continued to hold the other tightly. The brightness of the new morning spilled over their forms, casting them in warm orangey glows.

"Seto.." Yami murmured, his voice muffled from his face pressed against Seto's chest.

"I am not letting you leave. I won't have it..." Seto muttered through grit teeth. Astonished, Yami opened his eyes and trailed them upto Seto's chin. As he did, the collar of Seto's dress shirt had been tugged down a bit from all the movement they created that gave Yami a better view of his neck. As he eyed it, he noticed a darkish mark there he had never seen before. It almost looked as if Seto had been bitten or struck there with something. He was about to question Seto about it when the warmth of the taller male extracted from him completely as he pulled away. Stumbling a bit, Seto went behind his chair, with his back to Yami, and ran a hesitant hand through his locks. His other hand was hidden from view, but Yami assumed it was near a pocket. Curious, Yami sat up, "Seto?"

The taller didn't answer him. Instead, he placed some sort of device to his ear, and Yami felt a pang of jealousy stream through him when he heard the sound of Seto's voice address someone else other than him.

"What," Seto barked, holding a secondary cell phone he used for work unpleasantly to his ear. The morning just only appeared and already he had to prepare to get back down to business, "... Fine... Tell them to be ready in an hour and no sooner than that."

Although he deduced it was a business call, Yami couldn't help but feel pushed to the side from the abrupt way Seto left him. Disturbed, Yami almost hopped off the desk and took his leave. He gathered that Seto was going to have another meeting to attend to soon anyway. What did he need to be there for? And on top of that, he needed to get some kind of sleep for Yūgi before the younger awakened. Without bothering to wait for Seto, Yami slid off the desk and walked upto his significant other. The moment he moved close to him, Seto darted his attention to the succulent male and the other party on the other end of the phone became unimportant within that same second. Yami eyed him intently; his expression caught between a glare and a look of understanding, "I'm leaving. You have work to do, right?"

Seto just stared at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. But he did know that he wasn't too fond of being on this end of the spectrum. It seemed too much like a breakup. In closing, he said a few more words to the person on the phone, then hung up. He tossed the phone on the desk, not caring where it landed, and returned his now undivided attention to Yami. Discreetly, Seto nodded, "Of course I do... This is my office," he spoke; unable to refrain from using any aloof sarcasm, even at a tense time like this.

Yami eyed him with a devoid expression, "Should I call you tonight?"

"... Only if you want..."

"What's this? No definite answer from you?"

"No."

"I suppose I'll go with that. All right, Seto. I will visit you another time."

"Uh huh."

"Right..." Yami affirmed, turning on his heels. He didn't walk away right then at that moment. He honestly half expected to be snatched away by Seto again since he had gotten into the habit of randomly grabbing him by the arm when he wanted to leave. Only this time, it didn't happen. Yami about-faced, and any words he may have formed ceased on his tongue. Seto's eyes appeared more glossed than usual. The second Seto realized his emotions were evident, he led his eyes elsewhere transiently. Then, ultimately, he turned his back to Yami, "You can leave now," he stated plainly.

"Seto?"

"Don't ask. I'm fine. Worry about yourself," he warned. Then he faced Yami; the glow of the morning intensifying his stern aquatic orbs, "But don't you dare make a major decision without me being there with you. Got it?"

"I understand..."

"..."

"And Seto..."

"What"

"Thank you," Yami smiled lightly. Although it was a faint expression, its genuineness shone through and made Seto's eyes widen. With a soft scoff, he closed his eyes for a moment, then returned his invigorated sapphires to Yami, "Now, get out of here."

"I will," Yami chuckled, and agreeably took his leave.

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ARGH! This chapter was supposed to be longer too with at least 2 more scenes. GRARGH! Oh well...

I guess it's safe to say you guys'll be rewarded next chapter.

Um.. here's a small snippet of what's to come in the next chapter:

"Seto had become determined to have Yami climax at least three times each day. Their sessions ranged from hot and feverish to rough and desperate. But after each one, the both of them left very very satisfied. There were times when they allowed a few kisses to slip outside of the pods, but that usually led to them venturing right back in for another lively romp in virtual reality."

Wheeee

Oh yeah

ooc!

Yami: I am entering the room like a succubus... tell me Seto, who does that remind you of?

Seto: Some vampire slut who enjoys fighting, sucking, and playing video games of whom I don't care about.

Yami: SOUL FIST!

Yami: Seto, you're Batman again

Seto: Whatever

Yami: Wait no! You're Superman too!

Seto: Don't you dare call me the Batman and Superman Adventures

Yami: Seto, you're the Superman and Batman-oh fluff nevermind. How about the NEW Adventures of-

Seto: ...Can't you just kiss me already?

Yami: Oh yeah *kisses*

Seto: YOU TOTALLY BROKE YOUR WORD TO THAT RUNT!

Yami: I DID NOT!...that much...

Seto: Then why are you sulking?

Yami: *sulk sulk*

Seto: Don't straddle me if you're gonna have your period

Yami: EWWLLL! Don't say things like that!

Seto: … … Since you can't make up your mind, I'm forced to contact an Ishizu on this matter. Eventually. Look what you did.

Yami: Don't get any ideas...

Seto: Why don't you stay within the chapter's plot. Thank you. Anyway, being with you has effected me more than I thought...

Yami: Are you falling in love with me?

Seto: … …

Yami: … …?

Seto: Who are you again?

Yami: I'M GONNA KISS YOU AGAIN

Seto and Yami: *kiss again*

Seto and Yami: *engage in frottage*

Yami: DOOD! What is that bruise-like mark on your NECK?

Seto: I have a phone call, so I'm gonna need you to get out n stuff *showing some emotion*

Yami: Is that a hickey?

Seto: ...You should know if you're the one who gave me whatever-this-mark-is-that-isn't-supposed-to-be-explained-until-later-chapt ers-or-so. Since you're the succubus whose-body-drank-in-the-ebony-of-the-night.

Yami: I am not a vampire slut!

Yami: Who enjoys fighting

Yami: Or sucking ...souls

Yami: ...But I'm fine with the video games.

Seto: Are we done here yet?

Yūgi: I had a cameo mentioning!

Seto: Who cares.

Yūgi: *whimper*

Yami: NEXT CHAPTER PLEEZ!

ooc!

Yeah... for the majority of this chapter, I listened to Morrigan's MVC3 theme on loop... I was apparently really feeling it in the first paragraph haha.

To be continued

-Mel