Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Trust ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: Crimson Trust
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, or CSI Miami, or Waste by Staind, or No by Shakira

Paring: SetoxYami
Rating: R (just to be safe with the content)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, rape

Spoilers: None
Summary: Yami has always been lied to, always been betrayed and hurt. Working as a special agent for the CSI crime lab in Miami he finds peace while raising his younger siblings. But an old enemy has returned, and a wonderful man just entered his life. Can he trust a stranger, or will he simply give up on life all together.

*** Story idea came from the song Waste by Staind***
Status: 7/32!!!!! (This is not definite, there is one chapter that I believe might become lengthy, or I might want to have more in it and it may become two chapters, I don't know yet, but this is a general number)

 

A/N: Sorry that this took so long >< I tried to work on my other fics, all three of them, but it did not work, I got maybe three paragraphs done on each since my last update on this fic. I feel horrible for that T-T I really wanna keep those fics going.

 

Anyway, I hope that you guys can forgive me for the long wait, I ended up doing most of this fic at about one in the morning durning the 30 Hour famine at my school, ^^ had an interesting sleep over at the school, lol. Hope you enjoy ^^

 

SEVEN

 

Did daddy not love you?
Or did he love you just too much?
Did he control you?
Did he live through you at your cost?
Did he leave you no questions for you to answer on your own?

“Yami,” murmured a sweet feminine voice, breaking through his slumber and gently soothing him into alertness. “Yami wake up, Gabe's here to see you.”

 

Moaning Yami forced his eyes open, glaring briefly up at Mai before yawning. He definitely did not get enough sleep, glancing at the clock he confirmed it, four hours just was not enough. Yawning he lifted himself up into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes tiredly a he stared up at Mai, “Morning.”

 

Chuckling Mai sat down upon the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting as her weight was added. “Morning hun, I'll make some breakfast, go ahead and have a shower before you go see him. He can wait.”

 

Grinning at her he rose to his feet, steadying himself immediately by gripping the headboard of his bed as his back spasmed in pain. Moaning he closed his eyes, placing his hand over his lower back, “Could you get Bakura or Joey please,” he questioned, glancing back at her. “I think I might need some help getting into the tub now.”

 

Nodding Mai rose to her feet and moved to the doorway, peering back at him sympathetically before continuing on down the hall.

 

Hissing in pain Yami dropped back down onto his bed, curling up into a ball with his hand still upon his throbbing back, “I shouldn't have gone yesterday,” he moaned, regret clear in his tone. “Damn my fucking pride.”

 

“I told you,” snickered Bakura as he strode into the room, a wide triumphant smirk upon his face. “But of course, you wouldn't listen.”

 

Glowering Yami pointed a finger at him, shaking with fury, “Ra dammit Bakura, help me up,” he snarled. “This is not a good time for your ridiculous victory dances.”

 

“Oh but come on Yami they're fun,” Bakura teased, flicking on the light and striking a ridiculous pose. “I could do a little twist this way, a little dip this way.”

 

Growling deeply Yami retrieved a nearby pillow and tossed it with all his vigour, ignoring the pain in his back as he smirked triumphantly, watching Bakura fall to the ground, the pillow hitting him squarely in the face. “Bastard, get over here and help me, or the next one will cause shrinkage to certain areas of your anatomy!”

 

“Alright alright, Mr. Grouchy,” chuckled Bakura, dramatically rubbing his head as he rose to his feet, moving towards the bed. Leaning over Yami he smiled, placing a hand on either side of his friends head. “I can still do a dance though.”

 

“Ugh!” Yami cried out, free arm slamming playfully into Bakura's torso, trying hard not to laugh as Bakura stuck his tongue out at him. “Just help me up please.”

 

“Only because you used such lovely manners,” Bakura teased, hefting Yami to his feet carefully, and wrapping an arm around his waist.

 

“Yeah, and I taught you those manners,” Yami grunted.

 

Shaking his head Bakura slowly eased Yami towards the door, being mindful of the direction that his friend was swaying in, trying to keep him balanced. “Yeah I know, and I love yah every minute for it. Because otherwise no one would work for me.”

 

“Half of your employees think you're a jack ass Bakura, how do you think your inadequate manners help you along,” Yami chuckled, stepping into the bathroom and leaning against the counter as Bakura moved to close the door.

 

“Nah, I think it's more my lovely facial expressions,” Bakura joked, winking at his friend while turning on the water in the tub, testing the temperature with his fingers.

 

“Oh yes the `shut up now before I kill you with a blunt blade' look. Real comforting Kura',” he laughed, slowly easing his shirt over his head.

 

Smirking Bakura moved away, satisfied that the water was the right temperature before closing the curtains and switching on the shower head. As thick waves of steam began to rise Bakura leaned against the counter beside Yami, staring at the mirror while his friend continued to strip down to his boxers, noticing through the corner of his eyes how stiff and immobile Yami's back was.

 

“I'll give yah a backrub when Gabe leaves,” he said, not leaving any room for protest from his friend. Gently patting Yami's shoulder he smiled at him. “I know that you're going to want to go back to work soon right.”

 

“I do,” Yami answered, peering at Bakura with appreciation. “Thank you.”

 

“Any time buddy, you know that,” Bakura said, winking at him before vacating the room.

 

Yami stared at the door for a moment, his mind racing rapidly before he heaved a sigh, “I need a holiday,” he murmured in self confirmation. “A really long holiday.” Shaking his head he moved to the shower, his movements almost robotic as he did so, pushing the curtains aside he stepped in, moaning loudly in bliss as the hot water immediately began to soothe his aching muscles.

 

Closing his eyes he simply stood there, allowing the boiling water to cleanse his flesh and rid what little remained of a few days before. His muscles becoming lax and allowing the stiffness to flow from him, his body healing. Exhaling deeply he hung his head, his blonde bangs clinging to his face like a frightened child to their mother. His arms dangled at his side, reminding him of a doll that used to hang in his mothers room, one that resembled her beauty perfectly.

 

Its perfect porcelain face smiled at him when ever he entered that room, soft jade eyes peered at him, directed towards the door. An elegant white and turquoise gown adorned her, made of silk, linen, and lace. Black hair, as dark as the feathers upon a raven, was smooth and perfect, laying beyond her shoulders in thick waves. The only thing that was missing was the thick golden bangs, the eccentric ruby streak that broke through the ebony, and perfect tanned flesh.

 

He had adored that doll, and so had she. His grandmother, Lucila Hanata, had bought it for his mother on the day that he was born, a keep sake for them. He missed her and her warmth, and he cursed Lucien everyday for placing that restraining order upon her and separating her from him. He had only done it because she could see the truth.

 

Sighing he lifted his head, eyes easing open as he allowed the water to pelt down upon his torso, reddening the skin even more than it already was. He missed Isolde, the mother that had been one of the few lights shining brightly in his life. A light that was now no longer there.

 

Rapidly finishing what he scrubbing his flesh and unruly hair, he stepped out and tried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist he moved in front of the mirror, rapidly writing down a name in the steam. He stared at it for a moment, letting the name sink in before he vacated.

 

ISOLDE

 

Dressing and running a brush through his hair he moved downstairs, catching site of Gabe at the table, and Yugi and Kalie sitting on the couch. Scowling at that he glanced at the clock, they should be heading out the door right now. Stepping of the stairs he glanced at them, “Don't the two of you have a bus to catch,” he said pointedly.

 

“Yami, could we stay home today?” Yugi questioned, uncertainty in his voice and something else that Yami could not quite pinpoint.

 

Briefly gripping Gabe's shoulder in greeting Yami moved into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs taking over his senses as Mai cooked the meal. Retrieving a glass from the cupboard he glanced across the table at Joey, Bakura, and Gabe demandingly. “Why would you need to stay home, both of you at once I might add?”

 

Shifting on the couch Kalie stared at him, watching as he poured milk carefully into his glass, “Were not feeling good,” she said, trying to be convincing.

 

Narrowing his eyes Yami sipped his drink before placing it upon the table and striding over to them. Kneeling down in front of Yugi carefully, wincing briefly as he did so, he reached up and tested Yugi's temperature with the back of his hand. Feeling no fever or anything along those lines he stared at them incredulously, “Is there a specific reason why you would want to miss school,” he questioned, his voice stern. “And I do remember you promising me something.”

 

Down casting her eyes Kalie reached out and wrapped an arm around Yugi's shoulders, “He's been corning us at the bus stop,” she explained.

 

Stunned Yami reached out, lifting her head with his hand, peering in her eyes he spotted the fear shining brightly within them, “Lucien has been?” She nodded in confirmation, shuddering slightly.

 

Rising to his feet Yami leaned against the fireplace, a hand over his mouth, and violet eyes closed. Heaving a shaky breath he snapped his eyes open, slight fury blazing in his eyes, “How long?”

 

“Pardon,” Yugi questioned.

 

“How long!” Yami snapped, moving his hand away, placing it upon his hip. He inwardly winced at Yugi and Kalie retracted from his voice, cursing at himself for raising his voice.

 

“Since he attacked you,” Kalie expounded, shifting uncomfortably upon the couch. “So five days.”

 

Growling deeply Yami moved away from the couch, “Why the hell didn't you tell me?”

 

“Because we were scared that you would react the wrong way and hurt yourself,” Yugi stammered rising from the couch, sensing his brothers growing rage. “He hasn't been hurting us Yami, just asking for information.”

 

“Information about what?” Yami snapped, rounding on the two. Gripping the counter he bit his lip, his temper was flaring, he could feel his blood pulsating through his body at a phenomenal pace, his heart pounding rapidly against his ribs.

 

“You,” Kalie answered simply, hearing Yami growl again she backed away, wincing as Yami slammed his hand upon the counter, Joey moving to restrain him, pinning his hands to the counter from behind.

 

Shaking furiously Yami hung his head, taking the hint and slowing his breathing, trying desperately to tame his temper. Feeling his heart beat lessen to its regular pace he glanced back at Joey, smiling stiffly at him in thanks before averting his attention to his siblings. “I'm driving you from now on,” he decided, seeing Yugi open his mouth in protest he snapped. “And that is final. Go get your stuff, we are leaving in five minutes, am I clear.”

 

The two nodded furiously, moving to the stairs and dashing up them, unshed tears in their eyes. Heaving a shaky breath Yami crossed his arms upon the counter and rested his head upon them, feeling Joey's hand rubbing his back soothingly he groaned out, “I shouldn't have yelled at them.”

 

Gabe took a deep sip of his coffee, shifting so that he could face Yami properly from the table. “You did not do it on purpose Yami, don't berate yourself for it.”

 

“That's not the point Gabe,” Yami snapped, raising his head from the counter and staring furiously at his boss. “I raised my voice at them, and I never should, I'm not their parent.”

 

“You practically have been Yami for the past… oh… six years,” Bakura pointed out, crossing his legs under the table. “You may not be their parent Yami, but you have been one hell of a good big brother. They probably understand you raising your voice anyway buddy, your emotions have been up and down for the past two weeks.”

 

Rounding upon him Yami snarled, “That still does not justify that,” he snapped, violet eyes darkening in self rage. “I don't have the right to do that.”

 

“And Lucien did?” Bakura snapped, rising to his feet, moving so that he could grip Yami's face in his hand, holding it firmly as to make sure that his friend did not squirm away, ignoring the glare he was receiving from Joey. “Did he have the right to parent them, did he have the right to be a father to you. Did he deserve it, did he do a good job of raising the three of you.”

 

“Bakura let go,” Joey warned, feeling the shuddering in the body that he was pinning. “We don't need him having another attack.”

 

“Shut it Joey,” Bakura snapped, chocolate eyes glaring at him warningly. “He needs to answer the question, you damn well know he does.”

 

Gripping the edge of the counter Yami stared up at Bakura, his breathing rugged, and his body trembling significantly. Inhaling sharply he shook his head, crocking out his answer.

 

“No.”

 

Bakura lessened the intensity of his grip, caressing Yami's cheek gently, treating his young friend as if he was a brother. “So, who has more of the right to protect them, to watch them, and raise them in your mother's stead. Him, or you,” he questioned, his voice soft and tender.

 

“Me.”

 

“Exactly,” Bakura smiled, pulling back and beaming brightly at his friend. “Think of it that way Yami, you may not be their parent, you may only be an older brother. But you have done a hell of a lot better of a job at raising them properly then Lucien ever could. If you were not as caring as you are Yami, then they would have witnessed everything that he did to you. You protected them, and you guarded them. And I know with every fibre of my being that they are thankful for that, and raising your voice once to them will not make them despise you, or put you in the wrong. It just shows that you still care.”

 

Reaching out Yami wrapped his arms tightly around Bakura's neck, latching on for support and to give his gratitude, “Thank you Kura',” he murmured burring his head into his friend's broad shoulder.

 

“Anytime buddy,” Bakura smiled. “Anytime.”

 

The sound of two sets of feet pounding down the stairs gained the attention of all those within the room. Lifting his gaze Bakura winked at Yugi and Kalie, silently assuring them that everything was fine. Averting his attention to Joey he mouthed out, `can you drive them'. Joey nodded, chuckling before moving to grab the keys, waving good-bye to the others before shooing the two out of the house, closing the door behind him.

 

Yami suddenly groaned out, “I need a holiday.”

 

The group burst out laughing, both at the randomness of the sentence, and at what had been said. Pulling back from Bakura Yami leaned against the counter, grinning goofily, “So Gabe, you wanted to see me,” he said, glancing at his boss.

 

Regaining his composure, Gabe coughed to clear his throat, gulping down a sip of coffee before fully turning to his friend, “I just wanted to check up on you really, you had a façade over your face and eyes all night last night. When do you think you will be well enough to start up your shifts again,” he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

 

Shrugging Yami ran his digits through still damp ebony locks, “End the of the week probably, I'm gunna start trying to do some exercises today,” he expounded.

 

“Ah, good good,” Gabe said with a smile, draining his coffee and rising to his feet. Smoothening his jacket Gabe briefly patted Yami on the shoulder before moving to te door. “I wont intrude upon your lovely breakfast, which by the way Mai smells wonderful.”

 

“Thank you hun,” she answered, smiling at him. “Are you sure that you don't want to stay for some, there's lots.”

 

He chuckled, reaching for the door handle, “Nah, I better be heading off anyway, Elijah will be waiting to debrief me at the office. Good-bye, and see you soon.”

 

“Thank you for coming by Gabe,” Yami called out, shoving himself away from the counter. “It really means a lot to me.”

 

Gabe winked again, “Your welcome, good-bye.”

 

“Bye.”

 

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Knocking tentatively upon the front door Seto stepped back, fussing with his dress shirt and making sure that his pair of sleek khaki pants were unmarred and perfectly straight. He planned on being daring today, hoping that Yami was up to taking a walk, and hoping even more that he would not make a fool of himself.

 

Mai was there to open the door this time, grinning brightly at him before stepping aside, allowing him in. “Well, you'll be able to see him in action today Seto,” She teased, closing the door and winking at him knowingly.

 

Chuckling Seto flung his hands into the air dramatically, “Am I truly that obvious,” he asked, shaking his head.

 

She nodded, brushing her golden hair behind her ears, “It's quite obvious Seto,” she teased, pointing towards one of the doors by the stairs. “He's in the weight room beating the shit out of that punching bag, at the rate that he has been going I'm wondering if he will be able to walk tomorrow.”

 

Blinking Seto shook his head, quickly thanking her before moving to the said room, which before now he did not know that it existed. The sounds of grunts, the hallow sound of flesh pounding into leather, and the swift agile movement of feet quickly reached his ears. Quirking a brow he gripped the door handle, sceptical momentarily whether he wanted to enter or not, before grunting and shoving the door aside, striding in confidently.

 

He was stunned, cerulean eyes widening in shock as he watched Yami kick, punch, and virtually beat the punching bag with all his might in naught but a pair of spandex shorts and a loose muscle shirt. The sight caused him to gulp, eyes gratefully taking in the view that was presented to him, before he directed his attention upon something else, forcing his mind out of the gutter.

 

Indeed Yami's movements were choppy from pain and stiffness, but he was still more fluid and rapid in his moves than most people now a days could ever hope to be.

 

Now he fully understood why Yami was asked to protect him, he fought with a perfect combination of martial arts, an ancient form that he could not quite pinpoint, and the regular street combat. His speed and agility barely halted by his injures because of the obvious adrenaline rush that was surging through him.

 

As Seto watched him unnoticed for a few minutes he could instantly decipher which two animals that Yami reminded him of, a black panther because of his obvious grace, stealth, and strength, and a cobra because of his deadly accuracy and pliancy.

 

Finally having enough of waiting on the sidelines Seto cleared his throat, chuckling as Yami snapped in his direction, fists -which were bound in thick tape- clenched and in the ready position. Once Yami realized that it was him he slackened, shoulders becoming lack, and his chest heaving from the effort that he had just placed into the workout, along with Seto's surprise.

 

Moving to lean against the wall beside the CEO Yami glanced up at him, smirking, “What,” he questioned knowingly.

 

“That was amazing,” Seto commented, chuckling. “I might have just found my match in this city.”

 

“Black belt,” Yami asked, reaching up to tentatively remove the tape from around his knuckles, his violet eyes grazing Seto's form up and down once in thought. Nodding in answer Seto quirked a brow inquiringly. “You seem to be more the type for fluid yet strong fighting styles; you do not have the stance nor the physique of a brute.”

 

Smirking Seto crossed his arms, watching as Yami dumped the tape in a nearby garbage can before retrieving a towel and moving to wipe down the mats and punching bag.

 

“You are very skilled at reading people aren't you,” he said.

 

“Well I did take a two year psychology course, just finished six months ago. I have spent my entire life watching and observing people, learning what makes some tick, and how to break through their masks to see what type of people they really are, and also on how to break them,” Yami expounded, tossing the towel aside once he was done and dusting off his knees. “I am, at the moment, one of the top interrogators in Florida. Does that explain anything?”

 

Nodding Seto glanced at him, heaving a deep breath, “It explains it all Yami.”

 

Smirking Yami tossed the towel off to the side, moving to the door he stretched his arms into the air with a groan, “I need comfort food,” he chuckled.

 

Quirking a brow Seto followed him out into the hallway, “You just sounded like my mother there,” Seto commented, moving into the kitchen, accepting a glass of cool water from the young CSI. “I thought only girls needed comfort food.”

 

Grunting Yami dipped his fingertips into his water and flicked the droplets at the CEO playfully, “Not necessarily, if I have a bad day at work or a bad experience, I come home and eat what every type of sugar I can find in the house. Its impulse almost, everyone does it, women just verbally say it, men not so much.”

 

“I do not resort to comfort food,” Seto grumbled, gulping down the rest of his water before crossing his arms over his torso.

 

“Really,” Yami retorted, smirking devilishly. “So you don't go home and eat the cookies or cake that Victor constantly has out.”

 

Blushing deeply Seto snorted, how the hell did he know that, he wondered, “No,” he answered stiffly.

 

Laughing Yami strode around him, mounting the stairs, “You can't lie about that Seto, I caught you every single time. I was your body guard for just over a week, remember, I had to watch you just about everywhere you went during the night.”

 

“Everywhere?” Seto inquired, stopping as he took the first step up the stairs.

 

Rolling his eyes Yami rounded on him, “I'm not perverted Seto,” he said pointedly. “Now why don't you wait in the upstairs living room while I quickly go have a shower, I don't want you to have to deal with my stench and stiffness for the rest of the time that you are here.”

 

“Alright,” Seto said, taking a seat upon one of the couches as they reached the top. “I have an idea for something to do when you're done.”

 

Yami looked at him questionly, stopping at the edge of the hallway, “What do you have in mind?”

 

“I'll tell you when you're done,” he assured, swishing his hand, signalling for Yami to go shower. The young man scowled at him slightly in suspicion before sighing and moving into the bathroom, the sound of the water running and the door closing reaching Seto's ears seconds later.

 

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“Ice cream?” Yami asked incredulously, furiously drying his hair with a towel while reaching up instantly and pressing his hand over Seto's brow feeling for a temperature.

 

The CEO frowned, catching on swiftly to what Yami was implying. Taking the wrist into his hand and glaring slightly at the younger man, Yami shrugged innocently, moving to place the towel on his desk and pulling on a tee-shirt.

 

“Just checking to make sure that you're feeling alright,” Yami defended, glancing over at Seto, catching the glare that he was still receiving. “I never thought of you as the type of person that would want to go out and get ice cream.”

 

Grunting Seto moved towards the stairs, “I am normal you know.”  

 

“Oh yeah, your just a workaholic who is addicted to technology and glaring at people,” Yami chuckled, rapidly following, adjusting his red tee-shirt as he went.

 

“Heh, at least I don't look at dead bodies all day long,” Seto shot back, reaching the door and pulling on his shoes, grunting as Yami playfully hit his back, setting him off balance and forcing him to sit down.

 

“Like Abby says, they at least will never lie to you,” Yami stated, slipping into a pair of sandals. Shoving the closet open he retrieved his keys and wallet from one of his jackets, closing it he turned to Seto. “Are we walking or driving?”

 

“Walking,” Seto answered, rising to his feet and opening the door. “I take Mokuba to a place near here when ever he asks. I'll show you the way.”

 

Blinking Yami pulled his sunglasses out of the pocket of his shorts, shoving them over his eyes to protect them from the light that had suddenly invaded his vision, “Alright.”

 

Locking the door behind him and saying a quick good-bye to Mai, Yami followed Seto down the street, avoiding the young children that frolicked along on their bikes, the eccentric few chasing each other frantically with water guns. He watched this absently, barely noticing Seto as the CEO led him through the streets towards the beach nearby, if he had been paying attention he would have realized that it would be a near half hour walk to reach their destination.

 

Seto noticed the faraway appearance in Yami's eyes; gently he reached out and took a firm but tender grip of the young man's hand, making sure that he would not absently wander away. Yami jumped at the feeling of Seto's hand slithering to join with his own, he glanced down at it briefly, surprise when his mind and body did not refuse the contact. Raising his eyes to Seto he caught the young man's reassuring smile, returning the gesture he dropped his eyes back to the ground, relishing in the warmth and security of the other's touch.

 

The sun above was burning, caressing their flesh with its blazing heat as they walked, crossing the overpass which allowed them to avoid the traffic of the main road, and step onto the soft white sand of the beach. Removing his sandals Yami held them in his hand, inhaling the salty scent of the ocean air with a deep leisure breath.

 

Seto did the same, removing his shoes and tightening his grip upon Yami's hand as they moved across the beach, avoiding the few people that were there enjoying the gorgeous heat and clear waters.

 

Shifting his sunglasses until they were pulled up onto the top of his head, securing his bangs back out of his face and allowing them to tangle and tickle his ears. The lively Latin music of a nearby stereo filled his ears. Instantly recognizing the song as La Tortura by Shakira and Alejandro he softly sang along to it, catching the shocked expression upon Seto's face as he kept pace easily with its fast beat.

 

Once the song was finished he turned his gaze to Seto, “What?” he questioned innocently.

 

Shaking his head Seto regained him composure, wondering how many more surprises he could receive from this man beside him, “I did not know that you could speak Spanish, or do you just know the song?”

 

Chuckling Yami kicked up a small amount of sand with his feet, eyes absently watching the small particles fall back to the ground before answering the question. “It's in my ethnic background; my mother taught me how to speak in several languages.”

 

“What others do you know,” Seto asked incredulously, cerulean eyes peering down at Yami.

 

“Aside from English, I know Spanish, Japanese, Arabic, and a fair amount of Ancient Egyptian, the last two are a little rusty though, I have not been able to speak them for a while,” Yami expounded.

 

“How long?”

 

Yami lifted his eyes, amethyst orbs locking upon the ocean beyond Seto, “Since she passed away, nearly six years ago.”

 

“Oh,” Seto murmured, catching the small glint of pain radiating in Yami's eyes. Giving his hand a comforting squeeze, forcing those eyes to turn to him as they scintillated brightly in the sunlight. “I'm sorry.”

 

“Don't be,” Yami murmured, smiling softly. “I rarely remember the horrendous things that the two of us went through at the end; I only remember the bliss that transpired before hand.”

 

“Will you tell me the full story one day,” Seto questioned as they stepped onto a slab of pavement, the concession stand nearby.

 

Yami nodded, his smile broadening in the sunlight, face luculent from the golden rays. “One day.”

 

Buying their ice cream the two of them began to make their way back home, their hands separated because of the need to carry their shoes and hold their rapidly melting treat.

 

As they reached the overpass and were able to put their shoes back on Yami noticed Seto's current predicament and laughed loudly. The CEO's face was lathered in the thick vanilla ice cream that he had picked, as where his hands as he glared at the cone with fervour.

 

“How long has it been since you had an actual ice cream cone,” Yami demanded after regaining his composure, leaning against the guardrail on the overpass.

 

“I usually have in it a bloody bowl,” Seto snapped, eyes lifting as Yami shoved a napkin towards him. Taking it he enthusiastically tried to wipe away the mess that was now him, ignoring Yami's giggling beside him. Grumbling angrily at the substance he tossed a now soaking went napkin into a nearby garbage can, turning to Yami and scowling. “Is it all gone?”

 

Violet eyes skimmed him over, checking his face and hands thoroughly before shaking his head, “You missed a little bit on your cheek. Here, let me get it so that you do not make even more of a mess.”

 

Seto barely had time to react before Yami moved up onto his tiptoes, a soft slender digit reaching up to gently swipe away the small smear of ice cream. The touch lasted for mere seconds, but the reaction left Seto completely numb, his body shuddering from pleasure at the simplistic caress, his eyes closing from bliss.

 

Yami, completely oblivious to the reaction that he had created, subtly licked the ice cream from his fingertips, not noticing that Seto and re-opened his eyes and was now holding back another shudder. Returning to his own ice cream Yami continued on his way across the over pass, gnawing at what remained of his cone.

 

Realizing that Seto was not following Yami snapped him back into reality by gripping his hand and tugging him along. Regaining his balance Seto stared at Yami incredulously for a moment before concentrating on his ice cream, desperately trying to finish it before it melted again. Though, his mind was telling him that if Yami did that again, then it would not be such a bad thing.

 

Shoving that thought aside Seto directed his gaze forward, striking up a random conversation that clearly had Yami confused for a moment before the younger man responded to him, engaging in the simplistic chit chat with him.

 

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A/N: Hey People, ^^ I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, I certainly enjoyed writing it….hehehe especially the scene with the ice cream, my friend that I was sending it to apparently was laughing so hard that his co-workers came to read what I had, lol, ^^. Anyway, review please ^^ feed back is greatly appreciated.