Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond His Body ❯ And Deeply ( Chapter 7 )

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

A/N: Triple lemon alert!! Sort of! (Warning! Uke-Seto in one scene by request!)
A/N: Also, this chapter has a VERY SILLY AND STUPIDLY GOOFY scene in it. (And yes, Moon-tan, it is the result of my ultra hyper-ness that one night weeks ago lol) Also! WARNING!!! DRAG-DRESSING ALERT FOR COMEDIC PURPOSES ONLY!! But you know what, I wanted to write it, the entire silly, goofiness that ensues, so THERE!! If you happen to not like it, you can skip to the smex part after it, if you so desire.
A/N: Big HUGE special thanx to Moon-tan, Gracie and Lauren!!! ~_^
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Beyond His Body Chapter 7...i think
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Weeks passed. Mokuba had tried calling his big brother a few instances, but he ended up having to leave messages most of the time. Seto had become very busy with practically full day meetings for 2 weeks straight. He still had nights free, or more so, nights that he chose not to do any work so he could spend time with Yami. Since there wasn't too much they could do in the office, he would have them taken to the secluded house where the pods were. There they had many an encounter; one after another in the same night, but taking a an hour or two to rest. Then, they returned to their fantasy world again. Seto had become determined to have Yami climax at least three times each night. Their sessions ranged from hot and feverish to rough and desperate. But after each one, the both of them left very very satisfied– as satisfied as one could be in a fantasy setting. They were both aware that nothing they did within the pods was a substitute for the real thing; real touches and real kisses. There were times when they did allow a few kisses to slip outside of the devices, but that usually led to them venturing right back in for another lively romp in virtual reality.
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“Seto, I told you I'm not very fond of heights!” a cautious Yami warned over his shoulder. His expression was one of concern; his eyes flourishing with trust towards his significant other. In response, Seto made an amused sound; the alluring grin he wore only intensified as he observed at Yami. His fingers traveled down the backside of the former ruler's nude body and tickled over the taut curve of his bottom. Yami shivered a bit from the contact, but didn't discourage it. The worse thing he did was give Seto a mild embarrassed expression. The blush on his face was faint, but his expressive glossed eyes told all. He was accepting of what Seto was willing to give him. And Seto was more than willing to posses what was rightfully his.
The two of them had taken their simulated “adventure” to a ferris wheel in Kaiba Land in the highest car. Needless to say, the ride had stopped with them “stuck” at the very top. Why not take advantage of that? Of course, them being the only ones there didn't hinder the excitement of their exploits in the least. They were both on their knees in the car with Seto behind Yami. The lithe male's pants were expelled from him as soon as they reached the very top and he was pressed against the window.
“Relax,” Seto encouraged plainly, gliding two fingers downward, ultimately causing Yami to gasp from the anticipations that were about to occur. With slow, agonizing amounts of teasing, Seto prepped Yami to be filled to the hilt. Whispering shudders and quivering moans cascaded from Yami and he shut his eyes. His palms were pressed against the glass of the window in the car and his nails clawed at its surface. Seto started his ministrations slowly to adjust himself being within the velvety walls that conformed to only him. They had just begun and already Yami's breaths were beginning to deepen as the stroke of Seto's prize within him made him feel nothing short of ambrosial.
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Although it had nearly been a month since they initiated their sensual encounters, the sex still felt relatively new to Yami. “New”, in the sense of it giving the illusion of being a fresh experience–one he never grew tired of in any way. It was an encounter he enjoyed thoroughly because of who it was with. It also worked wonders for helping him further push his fears and concerns to the recesses of his mind so he would not have to focus on them right away. It allowed him to focus on what he wanted; what he needed. Being inside the pods with Seto gave Yami a false sense of freedom and infinite time to do whatever he wanted and be with the one he held high respect and care for. Perhaps something more than that. Whatever it was, it was appealingly mutual.
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“Care to explain to me why you chose this as a location, Seto?” Yami fussed while trying to find a comfortable spot in the Blue Eyes jet. Even while he complained, he was determined to find a decent way to rest on his knees in front of Seto, who was lounging casually in the passenger's seat in the back of the jet. In comparison to the vast former locales Seto had envisioned for them to spend time together in, for the jet setting all that really surrounded them was the midday sun and its deep shadows stretching along the concrete. His calculating eyes rested upon Yami's moving form; taking note of the frustrated pinch of his face while he toiled about. There really was a simple solution to his dilemma, but Seto wasn't going to just hand it to him unless it was asked for. In short, he was indulging in Yami's frustration rather willfully, “If it's that uncomfortable, we could always move to the pilot's seat...” Yami paused in a cramped spot near the left back corner that caused him to be hunched over right next to a nonchalant Seto's crossed legs. There was simply not enough room in this contraption for the both of them! He made a terse grunt in response, “With the steering wheel in the way? You can't be serious!” “I am serious...” “And why on Earth would you suggest that?!” Seto smiled deviously in a way that amplified the glimmer in his cool eyes, “Just to piss you off.” “And would you mind moving your legs so I can get a better position?! They're blocking my way...!” Yami retorted, pushing at the one closest to him with the back of his arm. Seto scoffed in his throat, “Finally, you decided to ask. Here...” he offered, slouching in the seat slightly to be able to lift and prop his legs atop the pilot's seat in front of him. From doing this, Yami was given more room to move around and slipped smoothly between Seto's legs. As he sank to his knees, Seto brought his long legs back down and spread them widely. Now able to do what he wanted, Yami unraveled the clasps about Seto's slacks and fished out his length without removing his pants. “You know, Seto,” Yami spoke, sliding a curled hand around Seto's size gingerly and passing his lips over its tip, “for someone who wanted this, you certainly gave me a difficult time...” “....Thank you for not speaking a ridiculous pun....” Seto drawled flatly; his eyes closed. “And what 'pun' would that be?” Yami smirked faintly while keeping his eyes on the man before him; the tactility of his words over Seto's flesh causing him to breathe a sound. When no verbal answer was given, Yami sent his tongue over the swollen head with two long licks. “Nfph....” Seto murmured; clutching at the rimmed edges of the passenger seat. He could clearly feel the glide of Yami's tongue as it slithered down his shaft in an aimless pattern, then just as quickly crept its way back up. A breathy sound of approval wavered from Seto from the foreplay. Just as Yami's actions started to etch blissful finesse along Seto's size, it all came to a cease. Immediately, Seto's eyes shot open to observe a curious looking Yami just staring at him. The taller male blinked and didn't realize the concerned tone in his voice until after he spoke, “What is it? What's wrong?” Yami didn't respond right away. Instead, he lightly raked his nails along the thick flesh he held in a sort of curious fascination towards something, “I...” “What?” “I... never noticed you had dimples, Seto...” Yami uttered almost dumbfoundedly he sounded so dubious, “They look a little strange on you, but I do like them.” The answer caught Seto entirely off guard and his eyes widened in disbelief. And here he thought something was wrong! Gradually, he lowered his lids to half-mast and drew a firm hand behind Yami's head. “Seto, what are you--” “Suck,” he ordered emotionlessly and brought Yami's head down to continue the job he started.
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Another week went by. Yūgi still had no idea of Yami's late nights/early mornings at Seto's, nor of the phone calls. Yami hated keeping such things away from hims Aibou, but in that same token, this was his life. He had to be selfish sometimes–the only drawback on that was that he was still using Yūgi's body to experience all these things. Frankly, he was growing tired of it, but he loved his Aibou like a brother and it would hurt him to see his heart broken from hearing the truth. But, same as always, if Yūgi asked Yami, he would tell him...
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“Wow. Seto, I am amazed,” Yami's smooth vocals praised. The two of them had taken their virtual trepidation to the setting of on-board the Duel Disk blimp. Every detail of the genuine article was kept intact through their memories and Kaiba's materialized thoughts. Even the rich glow of the sun as it began its descent into dusk was vividly showcased; its brilliance playing about the entranced hue of Yami's eyes. “You managed to program all of this into this system? The view is breathtaking...” “It's just there for decoration...and it's distracting you from me...” Seto scowled with the attitude of a child who was not having his way. “Nonsense. Don't be jealous of nature, Seto,” Yami smirked back, gazing at his other over his shoulder. A soft, and rather inviting, line of sun glazed over the outline of Yami's form, giving the mystical male an astonishing aura that made Seto hold his breath. But instead of fully exposing how taken he was by the glorious sight, his features remained unreadable and he crossed his arms over his chest.
The dashing CEO was lightly dressed today compared to his usual fancy outfits, and didn't seem to care to change his appearance once he and Yami entered the pods that night. A simple cotton turtleneck graced his body and was tucked neatly into fitting slacks as dark as onyx. The stark contrast enhanced the cool of his eyes and the sheen of his mahogany tresses in a way that promoted his usual stunning looks to those of a stoic god. Yami's choice of wear hadn't differed much from what he wore several nights before: a simple sleeveless top and tight pants. Seto knew he wasn't really one to complain, but he wished Yami would spice up his wardrobe a bit. With this in mind, his thoughts began to wander a bit, but he kept his attention on the enchanting male a few feet before him. “I'm not jealous. And it's not nature. It's just a hologram.” “A rather intricate one,” Yami added, giving Seto a wistful look that could only have been obtained through dear and fond times spent with each other, before returning his eyes to the scenery. As the former ruler continued to present his musings to a half-interested Seto, the attractive male had to keep himself occupied before he ultimately tuned Yami out.
So he continued to allow his mind to wander and did so on the topic of Yami in different clothing. Seto wondered what Yami would look like in something more exquisite that was more suitable towards his finer tastes in quality clothing. The second he imagined it, Yami's current wear dissolved into the crisp and expensive looking silk of a black dress shirt and matching slacks. Although Seto had told Yami before that he didn't think silk would look very good on him, since he had the opportunity now, he figured he'd play with the idea himself and witness the results firsthand. Yami's designer shoes transformed into sleek ones of a higher classed dress and reflected the gloss of the sunlight in pure celestial elegance. Yami was not aware of any of this; his focus was still on the holographic horizon, still chatting away.
Seto found himself giving grunts and noncommittal sounds at all the right corners of Yami's one-sided conversation automatically even though he hadn't heard more than half of it. He instead was observing how classy Yami looked in the new ensemble. But regardless of how poised and polished he appeared from behind, the look was not true to his personality, in Seto's eyes. Gradually, the comely outfit began to fade and a new one took its place. Seto's mind was beginning to drift even more as this particular set of clothing began to materialize over Yami's lithe body. A taut pink suit-coat, laced with white trim, took the place of the ebony shirt. A large, ruffled blue bow appeared in the front; its glossy edges easily seen over Yami's slender shoulders. The dark pants soon became absent from his legs. Instead of leather, jeans, or slacks, a thin fabric of pleated ceil breezed over Yami's thighs and two ethereal strips of ivory cotton ran down his calves and disappeared into brown short heeled loafers.
After the outfit had completed, Seto nearly had to do a double take from the outcome. So he goes from dressing Yami in expensive top quality clothing to dressing him in drag?! The thought seemed sickening to Seto at first and he made a face. This was a lesson to him that his drifting thoughts could be quite wince worthy and dangerous! But, in Seto's defense, since Yami was prattling on and on about nothing like some kind of schoolgirl, Seto's “perilous” thoughts had decided to secretly make him dressed like one. And since Yami's legs were exposed more than usual, and despite himself, Seto couldn't help but give them a good look with a tilt of his head. Maybe letting his mind wander wasn't such a bad thing. He couldn't wait to see the shock on Yami's face when he saw what was done to him without him realizing. The hint of a devilish grin tugged at Seto's lips. Oh, he was going to have much fun with this.
“Sunset always is beautiful in its descent, but I prefer dusk,” Yami continued, blissfully unaware of his changing uniform, “I always thought this city looked its best under the drape of the night....the sky alight with the whisper of stars and-- why do my arms and legs feel so strangely heavy...?” Yami questioned the last part more so to himself than Seto as he tore his eyes away from the window to inspect his weighted appendages. The blue armored armbands were a shock to his eyes and he winced, not expecting to see them nor knowing where they came from. His breath hitched in his throat and he blinked suspiciously; he knew he had seen that familiar design somewhere before! “That's strange,” he uttered, trying to contain the weight of his surprise, “When did my appearance change so dras--” the words froze immediately on his tongue as he looked down. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open in a gape.
He was now dressed in something far more worse than the female school uniform he didn't see before. The second his eyes trailed over the rippling pink pleats above his bared calves and thighs, his face drained completely of all color. He was wearing Dark Magician Girl's outfit! Earring and all, save for the helmet and the wand! And the sight was appalling!! Appalling to the wearer anyway since he hadn't ever worn a woman's clothing in his life that he was aware of. He was positive that he didn't knowingly put on or imagine himself in such an outlandish and revealing outfit, so how could it have happened?!
All was answered to him when the sudden rumbling outburst of Seto's haughty laughter settled in his ears and bounced around the room. Yami hesitantly gazed over to Seto with an expression of uncertainty and humiliation swimming in his warm eyes.,“Seto?” he questioned quietly, not sure whether to feel violated or vengeful. When all he continued to be met with was more roaring laughter, Yami balled his hands into fists and his eyes darkened an octave. “Seto... what have you done with my clothing...” he demanded in a forcefully controlled voice. Needless to say, Seto wasn't fazed in the least, “What does it look like?! I changed it! Hahahahahaha!!!” “Yes, but why...?” “HAHAHA!!” “…. Nevermind, I will change it back!” “You can't,” Seto grinned, shaking his head; stray strands of hair falling about his face in detailed ways that covered part of one eye. “And why not...” Yami nearly spat the last word as if it were taboo to speak it. In-between chortles, Seto gazed at Yami with a priggish expression that made his icy eyes to shimmer in triumph, “Because, only one of us can manipulate what is going on around us in here at a time. For example, take the sunset. I imagined that. If you had thought of nightfall occurring instead in place of it, only my thoughts would go through as a true variable.” “What does this have to do with what I am wearing...” Yami glared. “Haven't you figured it out? Since I was the one who imagined your clothes changing, you can't change them to anything else. Only I can. I implicated that kind of system in here to avoid glitches and risk having everything I worked for breaking into useless code. To be blunt, you're stuck that way until I decide to change it.” “Really, now....” “I didn't stutter, did I?” “Very well, Seto, I understand,” Yami concluded in a huff and brief nod. He did indeed understand. He understood very well. The next thing Seto knew, his body started to felt rather tight around his chest and waist. Glancing down, a scowl graced his face and a string of curses tumbled from his mouth at what he saw and he wasn't too pleased with it one bit. Now Seto was the one in the female uniform; frilly bow and pleated skirt included! And from the snickers Yami was sporting, the garb didn't seem very fond of its new wearer. In fact, the entire outfit looked awful on Seto's slightly wider build and the knee-socks definitely were not doing him any justice nor favors. And Yami could not have found anything funnier than this and the abhor on Seto's face right now.
“That... isn't... funny...!” Seto seethed with acidity tipping his words. But Yami ignored his empty warning and continued to bellow his humor, “Ha! Not much fun now is it when the tables have turned, is it, Seto?! How hypocritical of you! I mean, apparently, according to you, dressing another man in a female's attire is amusing to you! Why aren't you laughing?? Oh I forgot something!” Yami snickered. Just as he formed the image in his mind, Seto's short locks started to grow longer and longer until the very ends of it reached his collarbone, “There. Now you REALLY look like a woman! I should probably start calling you Setina!”
“You little---” Seto trailed off through grit teeth. He would have ripped that accused uniform from his own body if he could. The sound of Yami's hearty laughter was enough to irk him for all eternity. He wanted to best Yami and prove anything of his, whim or otherwise, would prove infinitesimal in comparison. While Yami was consumed by his laughter, his amusement was abruptly halted by the sudden cold, wet sting of 5 gallons of icy water being dumped on top of him. He immediately hugged his arms over his chest for warmth and glared upwards above his head. A, now emptied, pail hovered above his head then dissipated into nothingness after its use had been fulfilled. A bellowing laugh, courtesy of Kaiba, pierced the room and each echoing second of it caused Yami's frown to grow even deeper, “That isn't funny, Seto!!!” he shot back hotly while he hopped around on one foot, then the other while vigorously rubbing his arms to get warm. Of course, the pink banner-like material above his thighs clung to his bare legs, causing him to feel colder than he actually was.
“Hahahaha! Oh, but isn't it?! Why aren't YOU laughing, now, Yami? Huh?! Well?! Look how the tables have turned, now! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!” Seto guffawed; hands placed arrogantly on his haunches and his head thrown back. The lacy bow and the pleats of the skirt jiggled in response to the epic laughter that thrived in his chest.
“^$&@$sbhJHSBD^$#!” Yami swore in an unfamiliar tongue that sounded a lot like gibberish; his anger and humiliation continuing to rise. He had to get Seto back for this! He would get Seto thoroughly back for this if it was the last thing he would do! With vigor raging in his eyes, he thrust an accusing finger towards Seto; his over arm still uselessly trying to warm his upper body, “This ends now!” Yami warned; his stern tone belying the cocky grin forming across his moistened lips. He didn't speak what he was planning, but he didn't have to. The second he thought of what wicked deed to fall upon Kaiba, it's emergence gradually took form. Feeling a tingling sensation at his ears and above his bottom, Seto's eyes narrowed and he glowered at Yami, “What are you thinking...!”
The smug expression didn't leave the former ruler's face and pleasantly he watched the fluffy pair of pointed fox ears unfold themselves atop either side of Seto's head and the bushy tail that swished from beneath his skirt. Not only was Seto in a girl's school uniform, and had longer hair, but he now also had a kinky, foxy ensemble as well to go with it! Needless to say, the scowling, fuming Seto Kaiba looked quite ridiculous. And it was a rare sight that Yami could not stop chortling about. All the while, Seto clenched his fists and looked as if he was going to forcefully and literally slap the cheer off Yami's face. Angrily, his new tail flickered behind him in agreement, “I don't appreciate you turning me into a half furry, Yami....” he practically growled through tightly clenched teeth. “And why not, Seto? The ears and tail look rather fitting on you. Don't break any hearts in school, now....” Yami jeered in a way that was very similar to that of smearing salt into a fresh open wound. Kaiba was about to speak, but held his tongue. His ears twitched to and fro as if he were picking up on something only he could sense and gave a toothy half-smile,“.... Oh I'll break something, all right....” he ensured; his indigo eyes becoming glossed with vengeful malevolence as he narrowed them at Yami. “Hmm?” Yami questioned. Then he started to feel a tickle at his own ears, as well as another tickling sensation surfacing from his covered backside. His hands went up to cup his ears, but such a minor action wasn't enough to halt the sleek black kitty ears that had now formed and easily slipped through his fingers. And just like Seto, he grew a long, but thin, black tail that curled and swayed in its emergence. A gasp sparked from him and he gazed down at himself; his expression that of utter shock and partial mortification. “@$@WGD*&^%!???!” Yami swore in incoherent gibberish yet again. “What do you have to say to that, huh?” “You.... turned me into a cat?!” “And I'll make you start meowing like one if you don't remove these sick fetish rejects from me,” Seto announced. A pause settled in and he lifted a few fingers beneath his newly acquired lengthy locks, “...and get rid of this hair...” he concluded, unconsciously whisking the tresses over his shoulder with a slight movement of his wrist and then shaking his head. Although it was an absent-minded gesture, Yami took it as an insult. “...I.....I can't believe you....! That you did this …. to me...!” “What's that??? Speak up, I can't hear your defeat very well....” “You will pay dearly for this, Seto...” “Haha! Try me.” “I will!” Yami exclaimed; his eyes full of fire. With a prompt point to the side of him, he smirked darkly, then called out his secret weapon, “JOEY!!” “Hmm??” Kaiba quirked a bored brow and turned in the direction Yami pointed. There was a fizzle and pop of data as the outline of Joey's form started to appear, but in place of his distinguishing features, and detailed appearance, were just flickering values of zeros and ones passing through in infinite linear rows. Yami stared at the display in awe and Seto smiled arrogantly, “You look surprised,” he shrugged, “Sure, I programmed that mutt in, but I left him unfinished on purpose.” “....You actually programed him in?!” “Partially. In short, he's a glitch,” he grinned widely. “*$4HADgEW%#%$#...” Yami swore, then another idea hit him. Invigorated with his new idea, his ears bounced a bit, then he pointed at Seto and shouted, “ODEN!!” “What?” Seto scowled and barely had time to uncross his arms before a large basin of his most despised food was dumped atop his head and splashed all over his body. Yami was even “nice” enough to make sure it was nice and hot too...with extra boiled eggs and extra extra squid. A slew of unidentifiable growls flew from Seto and he clenched his fists tautly. His fox tail swished violently in agitation as his tolerance was quickly starting to diminish. In spite of his significant other, Yami laughed; his humor almost sounding strained, as if he didn't want things to come this far, but he would have been willing to do more if need be. “Seto...?” “.... ….. ...” He just stood there, dripping wet and wallowing in the spilled contents, as well as his building anger. But Yami just kept going. “?? What's the matter? Should I have added more broth for you? Hahaha...”
Seto was furious but his mind was racing too fast to settle on a solid thought. He wished Yami would just shut his annoying pie-hole already! In the next second, Yami's laughter was abruptly severed when the creaminess of a fluffy pastry hit him square in the face. In his moment of surprise, he accidentally consumed some of the treat, then thrust the entirety of it to the floor. Seto's laughter roared success in a way that made Yami's last stunt seem elementary. “Sppfftt!!” Yami sputtered, fighting with the whipped remains of the pie, lemon meringue pie, with his hands and trying to lick the rest off. His fiery eyes glared daggers at Seto; a grim foreshadow to the dark smile that began to slither across his lips,“Forgive me, Seto... For not laughing as hard as you are...” “HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Seto bellowed, the hem of his skirt fluttering wildly from how quickly his tail moved about behind him. “I finally have you beat and that was a complete whim! There is nothing you can do to me to top that!” Yami continued to smile; his ears twitching and his tail coiling into random round shapes around him. Stealthily, he curled it around Seto's naked thigh then moved it upwards. This caught Seto's attention immediately and he ceased in his laughing to gaze down at Yami with a curt expression. “Whatever you're planning, it won't work!” “Who said I was planning anything? What, is your birthday coming up?” “No. And what does--” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Yami vociferated, slapping Seto in the face with a 3 tier cake that he seemed to pull out of nowhere. “%@$^@MCI!!” Seto snarled, grasping large chunks of the dessert in his fists and squeezing it into oblivion. While he swore and bothered with removing the cake and icing from his face, he threw a piece of it at Yami's location. Only Yami was no longer there. After he cleared off enough of the cake to allow himself proper vision, he spun around; ultimately meeting eyes with Yami. The same Yami who was on his way to cautiously sneaking out the door undetected. And he almost succeeded getting past without Seto catching on. But so much for that now! He had been caught! Silence passed between them for about a minute. Their bodies remained still; only their tails wavering predatorily from side to side, daring the other to make a move. Boldly, Yami cracked a smirk, and within the next second, he was sprinting away from the doorway and down the blimp's corridor with a disgruntled, but strangely amused Seto, making chase after him.
Yami somehow managed to keep a fair amount of distance between him and Seto with his shorter legs while they dashed down the hallways. They breezed through corridors, rounded bends and flew down small flights of stairs. On the bottom level of the blimp's gondola, the pair passed by a series of outstretched, and intricately prepared, dining tables. Every other few seconds, Yami would glance behind him to see how much Seto was gaining on him. The fifth time he did so, he was glad he did and had to make a quick dodge. A flying plate would have hit him squarely upside the back of his spiky head if he hadn't moved out of the projectile's way. “Are you INSANE!?” Yami shouted over his shoulder to Seto, who had scooped up 4 more plates and began tossing them. “What do you THINK?! Stop moving so I can HIT you!” Yami swore under his breath, barely was able to dodge the rest of them. And since he wasn't going to be able to put up much of a retaliation by running and dodging, he decided to return fire with more pieces of tableware. The two of them childishly tossed various types of tableware at the other in weak and foolish attempts to slow the other down. Needless to say, they both were terribly failing. Plates, cups, and bowls were scattered and smashed against the walls and floor around them. While Seto was actually trying to hit Yami, most of the time while also missing his target on purpose, the former ruler just had an awful aim. After Yami threw the 5th teacup in Seto's direction, he miscalculated his turn into the approaching hallway and tripped over his own feet. A grunt left him as he collided into the wall, hands first, to brace himself. Within the moment he stood and turned around, Seto was right on top of him, pinning him in place with his large hands clasped atop Yami's shoulders.
Ragged pants fluttered between them as they caught their breath. Their glossed eyes entwined in the depths of the others'. While they both could agree that this little escapade of theirs had “schoolyard” written all over it, the thrill it weaved inside of them was well received; evidence of it dancing in their dazzling eyes.
“Don't think you've won, Seto,” Yami panted, keeping his eyes deep within Seto's, “You can't keep me here like this.” “Isn't it a bit difficult to make threats and demands when your back is against the wall? ...In the most literal sense.” “And?” “And I'm much taller than you. Gravity says the one with the most leverage wins.” “Oh? Challenging words coming from a guy wearing a skirt....” Seto bristled immediately and clenched his teeth. He was more than ready to show Yami just how much he hated being dressed this way and made fun of in it with his own two hands. But instead of strangling the heck out of his spiteful significant other, Seto decided to threaten him with something far more baleful. His eyes darkened and an unreadable curve at his lips cast his features in a conniving light, “Keep this up, and I'll bring back something you hate, Yami.” “What?!” Yami blinked, already starting to feel a sick vibe churn in his stomach. He didn't like the sound of that, nor the look on Seto's face one bit...and the ears only heightened the deception it carried. But in contrast to that, he found it interesting that Seto actually warned him beforehand instead of instantly imagining whatever it was he was insisting on bringing forth. Seto had become aware of the thread of Yami's train of thought by reading the emotion in his eyes alone. But he spoke nothing of his cautiousness and continued with his warning threat, “Don't make me think of 'them' again...” Seto jeered, loosening his grip just a bit. Instantly Yami knew what, and who, Seto was referring to and pushed the man away from him, “You wouldn't---!” “I would...” And Seto meant it. He was prepared to conjure his replicated harem of Yamis again, right in front of the original if pushed far enough. Granted, him doing so was only to manipulate a reaction from Yami. He had no intention of crossing that line, with Yami right in front of him anyway, again. So far, it seemed Yami was taking the bait. Or perhaps that was a miscalculation?
“I see,” Yami stated; forming ideas running through his head, “... and if you are willing to do that...” the former ruler resumed while taking a few steps away from Seto without taking his eyes off of him, “then I will have to match you...” Seto's eyes contracted as his mind flavored the intent of Yami's words; his bushy tail airily swaying from side to side unconsciously. Had he been aware of it, he would have wanted to rip that tail off. Not only would that be a bad idea because of the pain, but Yami could easily think of another one to take its place and Seto did not want to get stuck in an infinite loop of ripping off the clothes and ...things... that Yami dressed him in just to have them reapplied, or something much worse as replacement. He watched in obvious discontent as Yami continued to back-step away from him until he finally stopped about 10 feet away.
The exotic...kitty-Yami... stood boldly still while he thought of the perfect revenge for Seto. Then, as his plan began to take shape and form behind him, the proud ruler lifted his chin and smiled dusikly. At his mental command, the visuals of one, two, three versions of Seto materialized behind Yami. They all wore separate, distinguishable outfits, but they all shared the same blue eyes. The one to the left of Yami was clad in Seto's Duelist Kingdom attire, the one on the opposite end sported Seto's white business suit while the one in the middle shared Seto's casual white overcoat and black ensemble underneath. Seto glared hard at the one in the center as he gave his genuine article a smug grin and crossed his arms. He even had the audacity to make Seto's trademark “Hnn” sound.
Not pleased nor amused in the least, Seto balled his hands into fists, and he made a choked sound in his throat, “ Don't you dare goto them...” he seethed, trying fruitlessly many times in his head to halt the holograms' program. Yami easily realized this. He felt a little guilty pushing Seto this far when all he did was threaten him. But Yami still had not gotten over the multiple Yami experience Seto had decided to test firsthand that day and felt he needed to teach his significant other a lesson. But instead of walking towards the replicas, Yami allowed the 3 of them to approach him. They held him by the shoulders, the arms, and around his waist; they caressed him about his face, along his chest, and across his hips; they moved even closer to him, doing things that drove Seto utterly furious. And jealous. In a literal sense, Seto was kind of beside himself. But he managed to keep it under control. This was only a test. He couldn't let Yami best him like this!
It wasn't until the middle one, the one that irked Seto the most, slipped a hand beneath the ruler's chin to try to pull him in for a kiss that Seto could take no more in spectating this. Blinded by fury, he began to storm towards his possession; far too engulfed in his rage to take notice of Yami's retaliation against the copy's advance. In his blurred anger, all he saw, and cared about, was Yami. His. And his only.
“Seto!” Yami breathed, expressing his contentment of his other approaching him a little too openly. But Seto was not amused. With a tight-lipped silence, he pushed Yami to the side and punched the middle copy of himself right in the nose. “Seto!!” Yami called, glancing back at the stumbling hologram clutching his nose. Taken aback by the spectacle, Yami didn't notice Seto's taut grip on his arm until he was yanked away from the replicas. Yami felt a great deal of annoyance from the action, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't also accepting of it as well. He glanced be hind him when he heard the one of the copies shot out to Seto: “Keep your hands off of what's mine!!” he bellowed. Upon hearing this, Seto only grit his teeth. A nasty response began to coil around his tongue, ready to be launched until he heard one of the others speak. “What's yours?!” the Duelist Kingdom Seto boasted, “Yami is mine and mine alone.” “That's where you're both wrong!” The remaining copy spoke up, “The pharaoh is mine and always will be.” “He's mine!” the cool-colored clad one shot back, getting in the business attired one's face. “I don't think so!” The one in the white overcoat chimed in, still holding his hurting nose, “I am the only one able to best him and make him mine!” “Mine!” “No, he's mine!” one Seto pushed another. “He belongs to me!!”he pushed back even harsher.
From hearing all this childish and insipid banter, Seto, the original, and Yami couldn't help but pause in their steps and turn to observe the bickering holograms. Yami, for one, was astounded at how raw their dialogue had been reduced to when he was directly involved being tossed around about their virtual tongues. Now it was Seto's turn to be shocked and dumbfounded. He did NOT actually talk like that, did he? He made a mental note to recheck the variables he programmed in for any copies of himself after they got out of the pods later on. And as one could have guessed, a sudden fist fight broke out between the replicas, including plates being smashed over heads, random chairs being launched at the other and even more random power-bombs being given... All in the name of their fiery, otherworldly game king...
“Seriously, Seto?” Yami questioned under his breath, his cat ears directed in two different directions: one towards the fake Seto's punching, wrestling, submission holding each other while the other pointed downwards to Seto's tail as it thrashed wildly about beneath his skirt. “That isn't me!” Seto barked back; his retort not holding much effectiveness, to which Yami snickered at. The two of them exchanged glances for a few moments, thankful that they weren't being dragged into the scuffle, then fled from the scene.
They hurried off to a more secluded part of the blimp in record time. Soon, they approached some of the private rooms similar in appearance of how the ones Yami and the others stayed in during the finals. “Oh...this was Yūgi's room,” Yami uttered, mainly to himself, and neared a finger to the door release button. Before he could press it, Seto grabbed him by the wrist and caused him Yami to give the cool male his full attention. Puzzled, Yami cocked his head slightly as he peered up at Seto. His kitty tail twitched from left to right momentarily, before its slight movements intensified to constant swishes. He still wasn't thrilled with Seto for what he did to him back there and her certainly could not wait until he was finally rid of these overly feminine accessories... and fetish kink. Seto eyed him silently; his intense eyes studying the stern expression about his rival's regal features. Seeing such a stoic face followed by cat ears, a skirt and a thrashing tail made Seto want to laugh. A chortle escaped but his expression did not change. Much. Yami's eyes narrowed and he tried to move is hand away from Seto's grip, “Stop laughing at me, Seto! And let me go!” “I want you to come with me.” “Beg pardon?” “Come here...” Seto demanded, giving Yami's arm a tug. The former ruler had little choice but to follow wherever Seto was leading him to. His tail swished rapidly behind him, showing his frustration while he let Seto drag him to the opposite side of the hall to a room with a different colored door. Wordlessly, Seto keyed in a series of numbers to the keypad next to the door and within seconds the door slid to the side. Yami blinked; he glanced up at Seto, then peered into the room, then looked back up at Seto again to address his captor, “Is this a secret room of yours?” “No.” “Then why did you imagine a keypad for a room in an already fictional setting?” Yami questioned, the texture of his words showing his confusion. He didn't understand why Seto had to keep something locked away in a virtual world that only the two of them would enter into. Was he that much of a stickler for authenticity? It didn't make any sense to Yami. His ears flickered and his tail swept back and forth faster than ever before. Seto took notice of this and just pulled Yami into the room, “You're thinking too hard.” “I do not understand why--!” “Then stop.” “But Seto--!” “Hmph” Seto snorted, then let Yami go. Surprised, a sputtering Yami took this time to absorb his surroundings. The room was intricately detailed and was almost identical to the study they were in before. The only difference here was the king-sized sleigh bed against the wall near a large window with a sill wide enough to sit on. Yami blinked while he observed all of this, not sure how to describe it. “Seto...” “What?” “Where do you get the ideas to come up with the designs for these rooms?” “My head, where else?” “I never saw you as the designing type” “And I never saw you as someone who could make a tasteless outfit even worse.” Yami flushed and his face solidified, “I beg your pardon!! It wasn't my choice to wear THIS...” he gestured towards the outfit with both hands, “Now can you KINDLY remove it from me?” “Beg me for it” “What?!” “You heard me:” “No!” “Fine by me. I guess you'll be stuck like that for the rest of the time we're in here....” “And that's where you're wrong. I could always leave now and let you stay here alone.” Seto's expression faltered slightly, “You wouldn't.... that's childish,” Seto retorted, regardless of the fact that he would do the exact same thing in Yami's position. “Maybe... But it allows me to gain the upper hand... You have less than 3 seconds, Seto...” “...” “3....” “....” &ld quo;2......” “....” “...1....” “....&rd quo; “ That's it....! Goodbye then, Seto,” Yami waved, preparing himself to 'wake up', when he heard the sound of movement behind him. His ears twitched as they picked up on the sound and he made the careless mistake of turning to look into those intense azure eyes. The silent male glared entrancingly at Yami; his tail slowly moving side to side. Then, with a casual sound, he smoothly strode over to Yami. Each step he took was almost seen in slow motion from how power and grace his legs exhibited as they moved. Standing his ground, Yami gazed upto the immaculate Adonis in front of him; his mouth open in an astonished gape. He couldn't help it. No matter how many times he saw Seto, he usually found himself at a loss for immediate words whenever that man neared closer to him-- especially when he had that avaricious look in his eyes.
“....Seto...” Yami breathed, sampling savoring the name of the man he respected and adored most. He found himself stilled in place as Seto stepped directly in front of him. His steely eyes peered into Yam's as he leaned down to his rival's face. Tiny bits of cream from the pie still littered his features. Seto could see it more clearly now that he was much closer and he didn't like it. Maybe now really was a good time for a reset of appearances. So Seto wasted no time in imagining Yami in his regular, plain, attire of a sleeveless top and tight leather pants, with a body clean of any hints of pastries, “There, I gave you your clothes back.” Pleased to hear that, Yami looked down and found Seto's words to indeed be true. He was finally free from that accursed Dark Magician Girl outfit! He twisted his waist to be able to glance behind himself and tried to wiggle a tail that was no longer there. “Thank goodness....” he expressed in relief. As he returned his attention to Seto, his cheer reduced to concern, “Oh... and from you doing that, I suppose I should alleviate the things I've done to you....” “...Wouldn't that be nice...” “Hahaha... here...” Yami offered. He shut his eyes and within seconds later, Everything feminine was removed from Seto, thankfully and finally, as well as the fox accessories and any stray remnants of cake. The long hair also disappeared, leaving Seto's original hairstyle to reclaim its rightful appearance. He was also rendered clear of any lingerings of the oden as well, much to Seto's appreciation. “It's about time.” “I'll take that as a thank you. But you know, I could have let you keep that hair....” “Don't you even think about it...again. It takes a long enough time to get my hair just the way I like it with the way it is.” “...Seto...” Yami stated abruptly; a small smirk laced about his lips. “What” “Stop talking and kiss me...” he commanded, reaching up to grasp the collar of the turtleneck and pulling Seto down to mingle their mouths. While Yami showcased his emotions in the embrace and made his actions completely transparent, Seto coolly slipped his hands into his pants pockets, but allowed the kiss to continue. Slightly frustrated by this, Yami made a sound and kissed Seto harder, swirling his tongue over those teasing lips before creeping in-between them to claim Seto's own. While Yami was doing all the work, Seto remained in control without returning much of any of the effort that Yami was just out of entertainment. He loved how easily he could ruffle Yami's feathers sometimes.
During a brief pause when their mouths ceased their kisses for air, Seto brushed his against Yami's to deliciously utter: “I've already told you that I don't take orders. And especially not from you.” The alluring quality of his voice made the smaller male shudder as a low moan escaped him, “But you will take this one...” he returned back. “Why...” “Because.... don't make me say it, Seto...” “What? Don't make you say what...” Seto prodded, sliding a hand out of one of his pockets and latching it behind Yami's head. His long fingers curled a fistful of Yami's thick locks–hard. The moment Yami opened his mouth wide to utter a sound, Seto thrust his tongue deep inside and tamed Yami's into submission. “Ahhmm--!” the former pharaoh gasped and sonorously mewled. He didn't expect to be devoured like that so quickly, let alone make a wanton sound such as that one. One kiss, and already he was becoming clay in Seto's hands; being shaped, formed and designed in ever which way according to his every whim. But Yami didn't want Seto to have his way entirely. He still refused to answer him. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't a very strong way to fight off such an attractive man that knew exactly what made you tick.
Hating being kept in the dark especially when he knew he could extract answers, Seto deepened their kiss by bringing Yami's mouth even closer and clutching his hair tautly. He knew what Yami was going to say. But it wouldn't do him any good unless he heard the message straight from the mouth he had conquered. To be honest, Seto saw himself as someone who would be considered a “cautious lover”, or at least “cautious” by itself. He never would have brought himself to make the first move unless well prompted to do so and would rather follow another's lead in affairs of the heart rather than take the initiative. But with Yami, almost all of that fluttered away from being a hesitant thought in his mind. There was just an intense lure that bound him to this exotic being and Seto had allowed himself to not only be captured but to claim control of it. This took years. He had already respected Yami early on. The only thing he had left to do after that was study him enough to be able to brand him as his. The way he saw it, if Yami was the only one to ever best him in Duel Monsters, then it would make sense for Seto to claim winning dominance over his rival in other, more sensual, ways. He never saw himself being involved with anyone for the longest time. He had Mokuba and he was content with that. But once he and Yami started to build upon their bond that transcended through several millennia, all of that changed. Yami came along and changed him, changed everything in his life, his world. And the more Seto allowed Yami entrance closer to what he held in his heart, Yami's changes in him would soon become his world. Seto had to be needed–just as Yami had to have a strong partner to keep him going. Without Seto's strength and support, Yami would wallow in his own self-guilt and that was well known between the two of them. They both needed the other. It was a perfect balance. Seto had known of a connection between them, but rarely spoke of it. But now, they had advanced three higher levels in their relationship, whatever label they gave themselves towards the other.
And because of that, Seto trusted Yami. Not completely, but if he were to calculate it, the rather high number, for his standards anyway, would be 89%.
While Seto admired this, he still had not received an answer, “Yami...” he addressed in a husky whisper. “Mmn..” was the reply. “I want you to tell me what you want....” “....” Yami said nothing, but from the sudden tense of his body, Seto could tell that his brows were knitting together in rebellion. It amused him. Slightly. He brought both of his hands to cup Yami's chiseled face, kissing him softly as he made his demand, “Say that you want me...” “..Ah..” Yami hesitated. A light streak of carmine dusted his cheeks and he refused to risk looking at Seto. “Yami...” “Why don't you say it, then? Say to me that you want me...” “I don't have to say it. And don't think you're being clever using a weak reverse psychology on me...” “Haha...” Yami chuckled, ultimately breaking their light kiss. He touched his hands to Seto's about his cheeks and moved them to his chest. Their eyes met, neither of them making much of a move nor sound, save for their breathing. An intangible occurrence was unfolding here. Their bond had deepened and their gratification towards the other ascended to a moderately comfortable level. Yami was grateful for the bond they shared and couldn't have asked to spend his time with a better individual–as stubborn and hard-headed as Seto could be. He was falling for him faster than he realized, which he found rather funny because in the past 2 years after Battle City, Yami thought that he had already fallen for Seto. Obviously, there was more than he had noticed before the two of them got serious.
With suave grace, Yami moved his hands from Seto's and balled dual sections of his shirt in his fists, “I said, tell me that you want me, Seto...” “No...” Seto breathed back. At Yami's surprise, the blue eyed male withdrew from Yami's closeness and began walking backwards. A little hurt, as well as intrigued, Yami watched Seto take several more steps back until he reached the large window's sill. Once there, he sat down on it casually–a bit too casually with his arms behind his back holding the majority of his body weight and his legs gradually starting to spread. His head hung at a low angle, causing his heavy drape of bangs to brush over his eyes and give him a mysteriously erotic look. To top it all off, he smirked confidently; the sharp gaze in his eyes more than enough of an invitation to encourage Yami to approach him.
The slender male was exclusively thunderstruck witnessing such a display and his pupils shrank 3 times their normal size. There his Seto was expressively showing what he wanted in such a lewd way that both stimulated and scared Yami. He was fearful because of all the things that ran through his mind that he could do to Seto right now. And if Seto was willing.... then that would be all she wrote.
“You're thinking too much,” Seto dissuaded, “ I don't want to have to repeat myself.” Hesitantly, Yami swallowed and somehow persuaded his legs to move to reach Kaiba. Obviously nervous, Yami positioned himself between Seto's legs and readied himself for anything. From seeing his opponent at a weak and indecisive moment, Seto reached up and snagged a handful of Yami's hair. With one good tug, he pulled Yami's head to his. What he had to say next, he was only going to say once and he wanted to make sure Yami heard him. His sultry words took their airy form, dappling over Yami's lips as they were whispered into existence: “I. Want. You.” As the words brewed their substance in Yami's head, his eyes widened and he understood everything that Seto was telling him. Seto didn't just want to have sex, he wanted Yami to initiate it–with him being the one to receive it.
“Seto...are you--” “Yes. Now, will you or won't you?” “Yes! Yes...! By all means I will--!” Yami raved in an eager whisper. “Hmph. Seems like you've been wanting this opportunity for a quite some time... Why didn't you just tell me?” Seto questioned, sitting straight up to unravel the trapping of Yami's belt, “Afraid I'd say no?” “Yes...” “And you'd be right. I would have said no. But this time, you didn't ask.” “So if I don't ask, you'd be willing?” Yami wondered, tossing Seto's belt in an aimless location in the room. Seto allowed a blink to pass before answering and rid Yami of his pants, “...Maybe” “What?!” “If I feel like it. Looks like today just happened to be your lucky day...” “And you sound so enthused,” Yami joked, laughing gingerly with a warm smile that only the man before him could encourage. “Hmph,” Seto smirked. Now nude, he snaked an arm around Yami's slender waist and pulled him close enough for their erections to rub. A flutter of gasps sprinkled between them from the contact and Yami was soon becoming consumed by it. Just one little touch. Seto mused to himself about how sensitive and responsive Yami was, and not just from personality alone. While his exotic rival was occupied, Seto grabbed Yami's throbbing length and brought it down a bit lower. The moment Yami felt the tactility of the taut ring, he immediately tensed and stopped Seto from going any further. “W-wait!” Yami panted airily, “Shouldn't... shouldn't we use lubricant?” Not knowing what to answer him with right away, Seto double blinked in a way that could have doubled for him skeptically rolling his eyes instead. Or perhaps he did the later after all? Eventually, his lips parted, “You did not just ask me that.” “But--” “Honestly, we're in a virtual setting, it's fake, and you ask if we need to use lubricant??” “Haven't you been using it with me?” “No! I haven't!” “...!” Yami could have sworn Seto was, but in the same token, his head was usually facing away from Seto when they copulated. So in that instance, he couldn't exactly tell, nor see, WHAT Seto was doing behind him. Once he felt that familiar hard warmth begin to fill him, any details leading upto it were swiftly forgotten and/or ignored. Yes, that had to definitely be some really great sex. Still in disbelief, Seto shook his head, “You just love making things difficult, don't you?” “With you, things often tend to be without my doing, “ Yami smiled; his eyes drifting over to the left of him where a bottle of lubricant hovered in the air, courtesy of Seto's doing. He snatched it up, ignoring Seto rolling his eyes, and applied it. “Are you ready, now,” Seto snorted, while keeping his attention on Yami's movements to keep mental notes of them for later use. He returned his hand to curl around Yami's hot endowment and brought it to its destination. A hiss flowed from Seto as a guttural and blissful sound lifted from Yami as the smooth flesh was swallowed whole within Seto. Slowly, to get used to the sensations, Yami receded halfway before delving back into the tepid taut depths that beckoned for him.
“...Seto...” he gasped. He tilted his head back; his wild bangs brushing over his closed eye lids and feathering over his quivering lips while they whispered mollified sweet nothings. In partial contrast, Seto observed Yami through slightly narrowed eyes with his mouth open just wide enough for his anticipated breaths to flutter free. Soon, Yami adopted a steady rhythm that left him desiring even more physical contact. Throughout the tempo of his impassioned thrusts, Yami found himself leaning closer towards Seto until their chests rubbed against the other. A round of moans and honest sounds reverberated between them. Enraptured, Yami rested his head in the crook of Seto's neck. Upon doing so, the new angle it provided within Seto caused him to inhale deeply. Eventually, a hesitant hand found its way around Yami's waist and slid down to grasp half of his bottom firmly.
“Ah... Seto...” Yami breathed. Although he was the current dominant one in this situation, he could not stop himself from salivating and moaning loudly with his mouth widely open as if he were the one being claimed instead. Taken by both of their desires and fulfillments, Yami's eyes delicately revealed themselves as glossed slits. Aimlessly, his liquidy orbs traveled down over Seto's shoulder and tapered down his back. For a brief moment, a humorous musing came to him and just as he imagined it, the fluffy bushiness of the fox tail Seto had once sported made a return. Yami chuckled to himself from this and of course the sonorous sound was immediately picked up on by Seto.
“What....” he quired unevenly, and having to “ask” the question twice, without his voice cracking the second time. Yami snickered while only able to see flickers of the tail as it thrashed about behind Seto. Knowing for certain that something was amiss, Seto began to make movements to pull Yami away from his chest and that was when the shorter male's thoughts terminated the furry addition. “What is so funny?” Seto asked again, looking Yami right in the face. The former pharaoh merely laughed, but clasped his hands down on Seto's shoulders as if doing so would secure his placement within him. He didn't want to ruin the rare opportunity! But unluckily for him, Seto had other plans. With an astonishing speed and agility, Seto stood to his feet and scooped Yami into his arms in the process. It was amazing he didn't literally bend the other male out of shape.
“Seto, stop! I wasn't—we weren't finished yet!” Yami groused, pounding on Seto's shoulders with his fists and then slapping him in the chest. Of course, these actions weren't meant to hurt Seto, in fact, he barely even felt them, and easily paid them little mind while he carried Yami over to the bed. The Pharaoh didn't get the chance to utter another gripe or complaint before he was tossed into the sheets, and then pinned to them just as quickly. His wary jewels of amaranth gazed up into dazzling azure in expectation as well as allure. A daring smirk played about Seto's lips and he neared his face closer to Yami's, “Now I'm giving you 3 seconds...” “? Wh-wha? For what?” Seto arched a fine brow and made a deep, throaty sound that was absolutely marvelous resonating from him. The dominating glint in his eyes against the shades of his downy hair mixed with that sound and the arrogant curve of his lips sent Yami spiraling into rapture. Engulfed within Seto's spell, Yami shut his eyes and relaxed his body. Silently, he surrendered all of himself to Seto entirely. Swiftly being swept away so easily, Yami also forgot what Seto spoke previously. But his puzzlement was answered when he felt that pulsing beast nestle itself between his legs and seep inside him. A raspy shout tore from Yami and his back arched off the bed. Every thrust Seto delivered, Yami matched by raising his hips into the motions. His toes curled amongst the sheets and his hands balled into fists; his wrists still held down by Seto's grip. A mantra of carnal sounds and Seto's name cascaded from Yami until the two separate entities began to assimilate into one melody drizzling from the corner of Yami's mouth.
The bed shook violently at first, then ascended to an intensity far beyond that as the desperate sound Yami conjured along with the grunts and swears Seto contributed actually made the bed inch forward from each powerful thrust. Before long the headboard met with the wall next to the window and slammed against it mercilessly. The vibrations quavered through the frame of the bed and jostled Yami's thin body, causing him to be even more disoriented than Seto had already made him. It was a delicious delirium Yami began to crave for as he felt his climax approaching. Seto was already aware of the effects their surroundings, and his feverish pounding, was having on Yami.
Whenever Yami was about to “admit defeat”, as he saw it, he would turn his head to one side while his bangs spilled over his dewy face in thin separates and clung to the corners of his open mouth. His eyes would be tightly shut and his brows would shudder from being so tautly knitted in ecstasy. His breaths would grow ragged and shallow, causing the lines of his abs to surface. Every time Seto saw that, it was a serious boost to his already extremely large...ego.
“Yami...” Seto called, knowing he wouldn't be heard, “...Yami...!” With his own ultimate approaching, Seto heightened his speed and laid directly on top of Yami. In response to the contact, Yami clamped his legs around Seto's waist and squeezed tightly.
With a raw, powerful sound that could easily threaten to shatter some windows, Seto bellowed the warning of his orgasm, and released its creamed extract into Yami's shuddering body rope after hot rope. As he settled, Yami expelled his essence as well and decorated both their chests and abdomens with its spillage.
After the height of their session cooled, they cleaned themselves off and fell into a slumber in the other's arms.
After what felt like an hour and a half later, Seto lifted his heavy lids. Immediately, his attention drifted over to Yami who was still asleep and curled into the contours of his body. But instead of their arms still being encircled around each other, now their hands were clasped; fingers intertwined. When did they end up laying like this? Once he deduced that Yami was fine, the ivory fabric of some sort caught his eye. Glancing down at his body, without breaking his contact with Yami, he realized that he was now clad in some sort of suit. He certainly didn't conjure it, so the remaining result pointed to Yami. But what was the significance of such dressy attire? It wasn't his business suit, although it shared the same hue. Returning his eyes to his slumbering Yami, the noble ruler was still nude atop the sheets. The wrinkle of a thought wavered through Seto's mind and instantly, a white suit like the one he was wearing materialized around Yami's slender frame. While the image of them together like this in matching clothing was appealing to him, there was something missing.
He wasn't sure where this next thought came from, nor did he care very much. It just seemed appropriately correct and for this moment, that was fine with him. In-between the couple, a large bouquet of red and white roses appeared atop their clasped hands, littered with bits of Baby Breath to add to the decoration. A deep blue ribbon encompassed the stems; the edges of them draping over their bodies like a tiny banners. The image of them resting closely like this in their new attire gave the image of something Seto hadn't even dared to think of. If they had added rings to their fingers, their image would mirror that of... Seto perished the unfinished thought. There was no reason to advance things further than need be between the two of them just yet. There was no telling how their lives would be if they couldn't access their fantasy settings within the pods. Seto didn't want to think about that either. Now wasn't the time. As of right now, Yami was his immediate focus–and in sleep, his being was practically flawless.
A faint, rare but genuine, smile smoothed over Seto's lips from the sight and he admired the fact that Yami was indeed his. No one else's. No one else deserved to see him like this. No one else earned it. It was a satisfaction he could only acknowledge towards himself instead of speak on it. Once satisfied , gingerly Seto allowed his eye lids to whisper closed while he drifted into another virtual sleep with Yami–side by side, and hand in hand. OoO
Another week passed and Seto and Yami still continued to meet each night. But things started to go sour for Yami when he let the reality of his thoughts get the better of him. He and Seto had been caught up in their moments over the past month and few weeks that they had more time for physical contact than they did for talking. However, there were times when Yami was invited over just to talk. He appreciated those times. But no matter how much or how little they conversed, the bottled up guilt Yami kept inside was slowly creeping its way to the surface, bit by bit. The stronger the encounters became, the closer he and Seto seemed to get. But could their moments together count towards how things would be in reality's setting or was it all entirely fake? If there was a way they could sustain a relationship in reality outside of the pods, would they have to start over again or continue from where their illusions left off?
He couldn't keep this up; just like Seto told him last month in his home office. Something would have to give. He had lied to Yūgi by letting Seto kiss lips that weren't even his; he lied to Seto by not telling him the very things that were bothering him and pretended like he was fine to spend time with; he was still lying to himself to believe he had all the time in the world to enter virtual reality with Seto. He needed to get his priorities straight, new sensations and emotions or not. He needed to let Seto know what was troubling him. He needed to step up and be straightforward.
In the middle of the 3rd week of the new month, Seto's schedule changed and he wasn't able to see nor converse with Yami at all. That, on top of another time when Yūgi asked when he would want to regain his memories was weighing to be too much on him. He needed relief. Yūgi went out with his friends that day and for the majority of it, Yami was silent; trapped within a cocoon of thoughts he created for himself in his turmoil.
OoO
-ARGH!! FINALLY!! Still didn't get everything I wanted to in this one either @_@ But anyways, the 3 locations for their romps was from the suggestion of MOON-TAN!!!!!!!! *HUGGLES!* And the suggestion for the uke Seto and the fox tail was from Lauren!!! *HUUUGS!!* I was inspired from Gracie's delve into KaiYami's signs and did some research too!
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Yami: I have angst. But it's being overshadowed by our encounters! Seto: Get over it Yami: NUUuuuu...Seto why am I in a dress? Seto: I was bored Yami: Are you trying to tell me something? Seto: You know what, from the crazy crap that went on in this chapter, we don't even need to make fun of anything. Yami: THREE SETOS Seto: I WILL DESTROY THEM! Yami: But seriously, with all this fantasy stuff, where does this leave us in the real world? Seto: I don't watch reality tv, you know that. Yami: No! That's not what I mean! Oh forget it! Mokuba: I had a cameo mention! Yūgi: I think I did too...!! Seto and Mokuba: No one cares Yūgi: *whimper* Yami: To be continued!!
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~Mel