Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Coalescence ❯ The Date, Part 2: Provocation ( Chapter 8 )

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

Summary: Yami and Seto engage in a "duel" of a very different, ahem, LEMONY sort; Isis Ishtahr enroute to Japan has a vision of a very changed future; a visitor presents her with new Duel Monster cards for her to deliver.

Note: I'm calling the "Millennium Necklace", also sometimes known as the "Millennium Tauk" something that I think is more appropriate - the Millennium Torc. A torc is a golden necklace worn by kings and Pharoahs, Egyptian in origin though it was better known and worn by Celtic clan leaders. For that matter, I'm also calling the Rod the "Millennium Scepter". Don't mind me; I get like this. <wink>



8) The Date, Part II: Provocation

When they left the restaurant, they discovered that it had started raining, so that ruled out going for a walk after dinner. Seto called for his limo on his cell phone, then turned to Yami, giving him a little smile. "We could just go over to my place and hang out a bit, if you like."

[Mmmm, take me home,] Yami thought, suppressing a grin, though he did allow a matching little smile. "That would be fine."

On the way, the limo stopped at a traffic light and both boys found themselves staring out the window at a certain place of business. Seto nearly gasped, recognizing it as a gay nightclub he'd heard about. [If only...]

"There are people our age... well, *your* age... going in there," Yami commented with interest. "Might that be a fun place to go?"

Seto shook his head sadly. "It's a gay nightclub called Embrace," he murmured, looking away. "I think tonight is their teen night. But I can't go in a place like that."

Yami shook his head, not understanding. "Why not?"

Touching his new earring self-consciously, Seto explained quietly, "Because I'm Seto Kaiba, that's why. The president of Kaiba Corporation and the founder of Kaiba Land cannot be seen in a place such as that. My sexuality is something I've never acted upon and my preferences are therefore unknown to the public. And that's the way it has to remain. At least until Kaiba Land is well established. Maybe then..." He trailed off, sighing.

The sadness in his companion's voice went straight to the spirit's heart. "I confess I do not understand completely, but I am aware that this present culture isn't generally amenable to same-gender relationships." [And my Yugi is contemplating his own sexuality... if he decides he is like me, then he, too, must be careful so that he does not suffer the intolerance of others. Yet another way I will have to protect him...]

He slipped his hand into Seto's again, but neither of them said anything until the limo reached the Kaiba mansion.





Once inside, Seto immediately started looking around as if he expected a confrontation.

"Seto?"

"Mokuba is likely to appear," Seto murmured, leading his date quietly down the hallway. But when they stopped at a large parlor with an expansive entertainment center, they discovered his little brother sound asleep on a sofa.

"One less thing to worry about," Seto whispered to Yami as he shook out an afghan and draped it over the boy. He turned off the TV and gestured to Yami to follow him out. He closed the door behind them and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mokuba is supportive of my dating you," he assured Yami as they continued down the hallway. "But he can be quite the pest. I just didn't want to have to deal with him tonight."

"I understand," Yami replied quietly. "You're very good with your little brother, Seto. That's something that tells me a lot about your true nature."

"Oh?" Seto queried, glancing down at the boy at his side. "And what is my true nature?"

Yami smiled enigmatically. "I didn't say I had you all figured out yet. And I think it's best if you discover that for yourself."

Seto blinked at him, then stopped at a door. "This is a private retreat of mine. It was my father's den. While I have my own suite of rooms elsewhere in this house, this room serves as both a hideaway and an office of sorts. I..." He turned his face away from the other, a bit embarrassed. "I thought you might find it interesting."

Yami was pleased Seto Kaiba would welcome him into such a private sanctuary. "I look forward to it," he murmured, his voice dropping lower.

The taller man shivered minutely at hearing the dark purr in the other's voice. "As you might imagine, it's decorated in Duel Monsters style..." he began as they entered.

Abruptly the door slammed closed after they were inside and Seto found himself pinned against the back of the door. He barely had a chance to register that it was Yami's doing before the slender little man before him essentially climbed up his body and latched onto his mouth. Shocked but thrilled, he opened his mouth involuntarily, only to be invaded by the other's insistent and demanding tongue.

[I'm dead,] Seto thought foggily as he was thoroughly kissed by the expert Egyptian. [And I... I'm in heaven. Or hell, it doesn't matter... I'm never going back again...] He folded his arms around the slim body clinging to his, marveling at the other's defiance of gravity and the large difference in their heights. [It's too good to be hell, but he's nothing less than a demon...]

A long minute later, Yami pulled off his mouth, breathing hard as he released Seto's neck enough to allow the other to straighten. "I'm sorry," he gasped, his own senses swimming from the intoxicating taste of Seto Kaiba. "It's our first chance to be really alone together. I... couldn't wait..."

Seto was trying to catch his breath as well, though he was more aware that he was painfully hard, his entire body instantly reacting to the provocation. "Don't be sorry," he sighed, running his hands up and down the finely muscled back. [Yugi would not feel like this,] he thought, astounded. [Magic? Hard to believe...]

"Kiss me again," Yami breathed, pulling him back down though he himself was on tiptoe. Seto complied gladly. While their first kiss had been all fire and need, this was more circumspect, intense yet thorough and fervent. Now Seto could feel an answering hardness against his thigh. He thought he would swoon from desire. Would the other let him take him? Was he ready for that? He'd never... but likely Yami had. [Oh, fuck... I don't care, I'll do anything for more of him...]

When they parted again, Seto gasped to feel a slender hand slip between their bodies to press firmly against his groin. "You said you wanted to be with me," Yami murmured in a low, sultry voice that spread fire through the other's veins. "Is this all you meant? What exactly do you want, Seto Kaiba?"

[He's not giving me an inch - literally,] Seto thought, his senses reeling. "N...no, it's not all I want," he tried to explain, though with Yami's hand where it was, his brain was experiencing a circuit failure. He stared into the intense violet gaze for a moment, then tore his eyes away. "If you mean do I only want sex? No. But my answer depends on whether I can have what I want or not."

The hand moved away, as did the slim man in his arms. Seto felt bereft and empty. He caught a glimpse of the regal gaze again before Yami, too, looked away. "If you're not able to have everything you want, Seto," Yami spoke quietly, his face in profile, "are you willing to have only what you can have? Or it is all or nothing?"

Seto swallowed. "I don't know, frankly. I don't understand what I feel for you at all, Yami. I just know that you... that I... I ache... but I don't think it's just lust. Even I'm not that shallow, if you can believe that."

Those vibrant eyes swung back to him. "I believe it," Yami murmured. "You're not a shallow man. You feel very intensely. In fact, that's why I believe you're usually so cold to everyone. Or have been in the past. It's a protective defense. I know, because I am like you in that respect."

"But you're not cold," Seto reminded him, wondering.

"I nearly let you die on top of the castle rampart," Yami reminded him wryly.

"I pushed you into that," Seto returned firmly. "You know, just the way you're so caring and protective of Yugi impresses me. And he impresses me, too, did you know that? He's so open and accepting! You're a perfect balance to him, for you are all protective strength. Together you're formidable, but apart you're each still powerful in your own, different ways."

"Thank you, Seto," Yami replied mildly. "I hope you can tell Yugi that someday."

"Me, too." Seto folded his hands into fists and took a deep breath. "You're still waiting for an answer, I know. It's not easy. I know all too well that this all depends on Yugi's acceptance of our relationship. If... if we have one..."

Suddenly it was all a bit much. The hot, fiery kiss, then this challenge... Seto just knew he WANTED and Yami was at the center of that interior volcano. "Ah, hell," he muttered, and pulled the other boy hard against him, reclaiming his mouth for a kiss... and more, for Seto also picked him up bodily, taking him to the couch a few steps away.

He'd caught a glimpse of Yami's expression before he closed the gap between them: a moment of shock then a flicker of a wicked smirk before they kissed. [Was he expecting this? Or delighted with my move... or what? Enough with talking, that's for sure. I know what I want... everything he gives me...]

On the couch, Yami and Seto both began exploring with their hands, removing clothing that got in the way, though their mouths were still locked together. The Egyptian spirit figured that since this latest play/ploy had been initiated by Seto, it was an invitation to... well, everything. [Only I don't know how far he'll let me go. Did he figure out what he wanted? I don't know what I want either, except that I do know that somehow Seto Kaiba is a very important person to me, and that for good or ill I must be close to him. And I can't believe that it would be for anything but good...]

"You taste and feel so good," Seto breathed raggedly when he had the chance. He marveled at the small but steel muscled, wiry body beneath his, then tensed, grinning as his little lover rubbed a thumb over one of his nipples. "You know, I really don't believe in magic," he added, chuckling as he dipped to run his tongue over the other's lean neck.

Yami arched up against him, enjoying the play of sensations through his body at the other's touch. "I won't hold it against you, I promise," he chuckled back, a dark caressing sound that further tested Seto's limits. Yami reached down to grasp his new lover's erection, grinning as the other gasped.

"You... what are you... Yami!" Seto managed to gasp, unable to keep from thrusting into the spirit's hand. "Unnhh, that's so... damn it, Yami, I don't think I've ever been this hard... what you do to me..."

The Egyptian responded by grasping Seto's hand and guiding it to his own rampant erection. He laughed when the taller boy's eyes widened in appreciation. Fortunately, Yami's height disadvantage did not extend to all parts of his body. "I have an idea," he murmured, nuzzling at his shoulder.

"What... what's that?" Seto asked, reeling. [Oh, shit, he wants MORE... um...]

The look in the almond-shaped violet eyes was positively demonic. "Have you ever gone down on anyone? Have you ever tasted...?" He nodded toward where their hands were avidly stroking.

"Are you challenging me?" Seto asked suddenly. [It's all a game to him! I've seen that look before... right before he springs a trap card on me... Well, I'm just as good at the game as he is... or else I'll be a fast learner...]

"Maybe I am..."

Seto's dark blue eyes gleamed as he narrowed them at his lover. "Try me..."

Yami laughed with delight, then abruptly was moving, pushing the taller man back to let him shift. Seto had a moment to wonder before he realized - the spirit was reversing positions on him. As Seto's body was considerably longer, it was easier for him to be on top like this, bending over what was now Yami's groin.

[I can do this,] he growled at himself, then added a verbal growl as well. "Race you..." he purred darkly, then took the hardened, precum-slickened length of the Egyptian into his mouth.

"Deal," Yami confirmed as he followed suit, taking in Seto's erection almost to the root, though it almost sounded like "Duel", their usual pre-game battle cry. Fitting. Only he had the immediate advantage in this "race", as he had obviously done this before... and was very expert at it.

Seto recognized the other's superiority immediately, but would not let it deter him, fighting his own gag reflex and following Yami's expert lead, soon going at it with the same enthusiasm and skill as the other. [Damn, I suspected he could be good, but... damn...]

Within Yami's soul room, his Chief of Defense was marshalling resources, shoring up his master's mental defenses to ensure that in the heat of passion, the Hikari, Yugi, would not be affected... would not sense anything of what was happening with his Yami. Dark Magician had Celtic Guardian, Gaia the Fierce Knight, and Neo the Magic Swordsman on hand, all lending their powers of defense. The Hikari would be none the wiser.

Seto came marginally faster, thrusting down into Yami's mouth as he, a second later, caught the first spurts from the spirit who was bucking up into his own mouth. It felt like his whole body was exploding with unimaginable pleasure! [H...his cum, oh Kami-sama...] he thought foggily, shaken and stunned all at once. [Kami-sama...]

A moment later, while both gasped in catching their breath, they adjusted their positions. Yami immediately went into Kaiba's arms, fitting his lithe body against the taller one as best he could, holding him tightly as they both came down from the explosive finale. "S...Seto," he breathed raggedly, and immediately thought to check his defenses, worried that some of... *that*... had leaked through to his very innocent hikari. To his relief, there was nothing to worry about. And his emotions hadn't stopped cresting, he realized secondly as his arms tightened about his new lover.

"Yami?" Seto whispered, nuzzling the side of the spirit's face. His emotions, too, were coursing through him powerfully, making his chest ache and his eyes hot. Something more powerful than an orgasm seemed to have just taken place. Or else he was deluding himself. Did the spirit feel it, too? Or did Yami just get what Seto hoped was an adequate release?

"Shhhh, just hold me," Yami whispered, pressing his face into the other's neck, reaching up to finger the ankh earring. "Just... that..."




Somewhere over Asia, a young woman on an airplane winging toward Japan awoke with a start. Immediately she touched the golden necklace at her throat, startled to find it subtly vibrating, giving her a tingling sensation. It had been activated by... what?

Then she remembered the dream. She saw the vision of the future that the necklace, the Millennium Torc, had allowed her, including the climactic, terrible battle between the Pharoah and his chief nemesis. Only the vision, which appeared as a large stone tablet on a wall, began to crumble into dust until it lay on the floor in a pile. The vision... the future... THAT future... was no more.

[Oh, NO!] Isis Ishtahr thought, horrified. Something HUGE had happened to alter the future! [But why? Set must destroy Osiris who will then be reborn as Horus... it was that way in ancient times and is fated to repeat that way uncounted millennia in the future. And now. Only Horus can oppose Ra, and therefore... therefore... the magic can be locked away again and my brother, Marik will be saved...]

Tears came to her eyes, which she hastily wiped away so that her accomplices traveling with her would not see her distress. Taking a deep breath, Isis hastily rose from her seat and departed for the nearest restroom aboard the plane. Once there, she washed her face, trying to calm down, her mind spinning. As she dried her face with a paper towel, she straightened and glanced in the mirror.

"You!" she gasped.

An Egyptian man in a white turban looked back at her benignly. "I know what you fear... it's in the past," he murmured, keeping his voice hushed.

Speaking in the same manner, Isis replied, frowning, "What I fear?"

"Your... brother's ascendency. Because of the being who inhabits his soul."

Isis narrowed her eyes at the image. "I know you... Shadi. Yes, I fear I am too late. I travel to Japan to deliver knowledge to two individuals there who are critical for the future... or were. Maybe the Torc was wrong."

"The Torc was not wrong. The future *has* changed," Shadi returned calmly. "But it is not to be feared. That is why I appear to you, Isis Ishtahr. To put your mind at ease. You may proceed as you've planned, though you will find those two individuals to be not as you expect."

"Oh? And what of the prophecy? What of destiny?"

Shadi smiled. To her shock, he extended his hand out of the mirror, handing her some things. "Oh, Destiny is still operating. This... will adjust what they have done. Moreover, new Cards have appeared... from the revised future, I believe. Here, you will need to give these to them."

Astonished, Isis took the cards. Three were Ritual Magic cards that she'd never seen or heard of before, some of which were blank. The other five...

She fainted.