Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes ❯ Third Haunt ( Chapter 3 )

Disquieted Volition of Blue Eyes

A/N: ANY non-shounen ai peeps, DON'T READ THE MAJORITY OF THIS CHAPTER!

Safe point to stop reading at- "And that was the point of no return."

Safe point TO READ at- The 2nd “--” you see until the 3rd “---”

Safe point TO READ at 2- The 4th “-“ until the last one at the chapter's end.

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh nor any of its characters.

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Third Haunt

Kaiba and Atem had walked the gardens for hour-feigning minutes.

The inquisitive pharaoh continued to ask Kaiba of his actual meaning of arriving in his afterlife, and each time, was never met with a direct response, if with any response at all.

The more he asked, the more unnerved Kaiba seemed to get. Secretly, the pharaoh enjoyed teasing his former rival in this way quite a bit.

He never expected to see the cold and calculating Seto Kaiba ever again and had decided it was for the best. Yet, although his loyal priest and cousin Seto was very noble, appreciative and regarded his duty to his pharaoh very highly and seriously, being around him had become boring to Atem.

He still respected and loved his cousin as a loyal subject and as family, yet, he still yearned for Kaiba's arrogant and challenging presence.

He had many dreams about the latter male; quite a few of them too embarrassing and vibrant to consult any of his subjects about.

So he was forced to deal with them.

Almost every night, he was haunted by thoughts of Kaiba. They would never bother to leave him in peace.

And now, here he was. But he was confused.

Greatly determined about something, but also very confused and lost.

And although Kaiba was in a distracted and even dare he think, weakened state, Atem wanted to fully take this opportunity to his advantage.

He wanted to make Kaiba suffer deliciously for the awkward situations he was put in by him in his dreams. And for simply just bing in his dreams in general.

Only the gods knew if Atem's payback would prove effective in anyway.

Soon, the two reached a large and intricately detailed fountain in the center of the palace's maze of a courtyard.

And there, silence engulfed them yet again.

Kaiba stared off into the heat-manipulated horizon while Atem contented himself with vengeful thoughts while eying the spurts of the water.

A flutter of passion flickered within Atem's curious eyes as he faced Kaiba. A silent request of desire curved his lips but remained inaudible.

Kaiba caught the hint of Atem's yearning to break their silence out the corner of his eye, but did so for him.

“What is it...” Kaiba's firm voice demanded more than asked.

Instead of answering the taller male right away, Atem's confident attention resumed their watch of the indefinite formless aqua before them.

A glistening reflection of the froth from the pure liquid mirrored itself in his ruby-mauve eyes.

But Kaiba had quickly become impatient.

Unknown to him, his time was running short. Although he did not realize his body was in a coma back in Egypt, he still felt pressured for time.

And he did not want to repeat himself. Atem already knew what the other males' reaction would be if he did.

Boldly, Atem completely turned to face Kaiba. A playful glimmer danced about those enchanting orbs and again, Kaiba found himself speechless.

He then realized that his assumed hatred was merely a farce towards his own self.

He realized that he wanted Atem. To grab him roughly by his hotly tanned shoulders and run his eager hand briskly through his hair while covering the Pharaoh's mouth with his own; sealing his craving passion with an eager searing kiss.

Atem was his lust as he once claimed Yami to be.

Kaiba's feverish thoughts may as well have been spoken aloud. Atem keenly picked up on them with ease. And judging by the imagery of his vivid dreams the many other nights before, Atem wanted it too.

But Atem knew for whatever reason Kaiba appeared to him for, he hadn't acted on it yet. He also knew he had to have undergone a great risk to be where he was. So why was he hesitating?

“Kaiba” Atem called in a deep and inviting tone. Kaiba felt his blood run hot at the rich and sonorous fluidity of his name. He could feel his eyes narrow as their yearning blue touched the flesh he desired.

The burning intent within those azure eyes was so strong that it forced his breath to become swift and shallow.

And Atem was highly aware of the effect his voice. Tauntingly, he sent his noble voice in the shape of Kaiba's name.

And that was the point of no return.

A muffled sound of shock escaped Atem as Kaiba's hungry mouth nearly devoured his.

Atem shut his eyes promptly and gladly drank the wild and demanding flavor of Kaiba's lust.

Kaiba had almost no control over his own actions now. Passion had overridden his body.

His claiming hands dug strongly into Atem's tepid, thick tufts of hair while pressing his head closer.

Kaiba's demanding tongue peeked into Atem's mouth, only to be met with the Pharaoh's thrashing own. Atem's eagerness surprised him, but only lasted for a fleeting moment the second their hips began to rub.

“K-Kaiba...” the drunken dribble of his name dripped from Atem's sore lips. Then before he realized what was happening, his eyes shifted from Kaiba to the brilliant sky above.

Panting to regain the breath he lost from their addicting kiss, Atem's mind was a haze of colors and erotic fog while he lay on his back.

Once his senses reclaimed themselves, his searching lustful eyes trailed down past his waist to Kaiba.

And when their eyes met, mutual ambitions were exchanged and accepted.

Why are you doing this, Kaiba?

Because of you haunting me everyday of my life! You won't let me rest! I want it to stop.

I can say the same about you. You won't get out of my dreams, Kaiba. It's become quite bothersome.

You wanted it.

So did you.

Did I...

Now it's your turn to suffer.

Hmph. You first, Atem...

While Atem kept his eyes on Kaiba, the lighter male earnestly allowed his gaze to travel elsewhere to wherever and however he pleased.

“I want you.” Kaiba demanded, his words holding more of possession than passion.

And Atem hungrily consumed those powerful words as well as Kaiba's lips.

“Then take me” the Pharaoh challenged behind a candid smirk.

“Aren't you worried?”

“Aren't you?”

“Of what?”

“That my subjects may find us...”

Kaiba scoffed at this. His mind fluttered back to the odd and misplaced stare Isis had given him when he arrived. Her features all too well displayed the reality of truth within reasonable time. She knew this would happen.

“Let them see...” Kaiba muttered, while his hands hastily removed Atem's loin cloth from beneath his kilt. “I won't let myself be deterred from what's mine and my reason for being here.”

“Kaiba...” Atem smiled as the soft whisper of that name floated from his lips. Entangled in eagerness of how badly he secretly wanted this, his tanned hands clutched at Kaiba's clothes.

As his jeweled fingers relieved the trappings from around Kaiba's waist, Kaiba quickly removed his shirt.

And for another lingering moment, their eyes met.

“Kaiba...” Atem whispered while tugging at his pants.

“I know...” Kaiba nodded with a deep understanding. Something told him that his actions would determine how much he was willing to risk for the ultimate joy or the ultimate sacrifice. He wanted to claim Atem, to brand him with his name. But for some reason, what they were about to engage in, Kaiba began to have doubts about.

Forcing a reassuring smirk, he placed his hand firmly over Atem's.

“But...let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet...”

--

“His vitals are dropping” the stagnant tone of a doctor stated. “Whatever he's dreaming about, he doesn't want to lose....”

“Seto...” Came the worried voice of Mokuba. He and Ishizu remained in Seto's hospital room for roughly 20 hours since his spiritual leave.

The young boy did his best to stifle his building tears of anger and sadness and balled his hands into fists. This was almost too much for him to bear.

Just days earlier, before Mokuba had left for school, the younger Kaiba tried to make some kind of sense from his elder.

“I can't believe you're this hung up on a ghost, Seto! Open your eyes! Atem is not coming back!” the dark haired boy shouted angrily at his brother.

“It doesn't matter.” Seto stated motionlessly. He talked in soft slow tones, to not upset Mokuba, but he was losing his patience.

“I think it does! You're hardly the big brother I knew! You're empty!”

“Mokuba, listen to me.” He called through clenched teeth.

“No you listen! If you can't let him rest, fine, but please don't choose him over your own flesh and blood, Seto!”

“.... You're overreacting.”

“If...If I ever find out that you do... I'll...” the younger was too overwrought with emotion to finish and stormed out of the front door.

Mokuba had sworn to himself that if his brother ever chose a ghost over his own flesh and blood that he would surrender Kaiba Corp to Pegasus and he would exclude his name from it in entirety.

He would change his identity and begin a new life as an unknown.

Ishizu had her share of worries concerning Kaiba's choice to leave or stay. While she fancied a good portion of his abrasive personality, she also knew her fondness was in vain. Kaiba cared nothing of her in the way she wished he did.

She believed that she only proved as an indirect gateway to his longing, Atem. Just by being at his tomb the same day Seto decided to visit.

Her role was finished. Or so she assumed.

Dejectedly, her liquidy eyes tapered softly down Seto's prone form on the hospital bed. A whisper of his name touched her fingertips in anxious hope for his return.

--

The lucid and glittering sky became captive of Atem's moistened eyes yet again. Lust and beauty burned beautifully within those red-violet orbs as he indulged in Kaiba's oral foreplay.

As his moans slipped through time, he soon felt the comfort of the moistness recede.

As he looked towards the other, his wonder was met with a cocky expression.

Atem's dazed eyes trailed downward and suddenly found a rather full approval for such an attitude.

“Kaiba...” The other male's name whispered a new language into existence as it dribbled from Atem's lips.

Tanned lids shut and a shallow breath gathered in Atem's throat.

The strong warmth Kaiba's slick fingers conjured earned a breathy gasp from him. Again, the pharaoh mouthed Kaiba's name, while his head swam with heavy desire.

Kaiba smirked. He had his rival exactly the way he had him in his dreams.

Dominated by him.

“K-Kaiba... Seto...” the drunken syllables tumbled from Atem's mouth and encircled Kaiba's ears.

His blue eyes narrowed. Bluntly, he rubbed some of the oil against his fingers and pressed them against Atem.

The pharaoh lustfully whimpered. Intently, Atem's liquidy eyes rose to Kaiba. “Seto...”

Kaiba snorted, mildly amused. “...What, changed your mind, calling me that? You already have a Seto here, don't you...” he grinned darkly and toyed with the taut opening before pushing his fingers in inch by inch.

Atem's words broke into moans punctuated with the other's name.

Kaiba didn't care much for Atem to call him by his first name. For the moment they were engaged in, it was highly appropriate. And immensely overdue.

But Kaiba did mind if the other with his name found his precious pharaoh entangled within the consensual clutches of another. He didn't know how deep their connections and loyalties ran and he could care even less.

As a matter of fact, let him find out...

“Kaiba...” Atem breathed. His fingers desperately slipped into his mouth and he hungrily enveloped them with his tongue.

How delectably shameful he looked, greedily begging for more with each suckle.

“You want it bad, don't you Atem?” Kaiba smirked.

A throaty moan was Atem's answer. “I...cannot take it...” the lascivious pharaoh nearly whined in a tone Kaiba hardly recognized as his.

“Tell me how much you want this....” Kaiba mused, slowly beginning to withdraw his fingers.

“N-no... Kaiba. Please...”

“Say it.”

“...Kaiba...”

“Louder.” ;

“Kaiba... Seto... take me.”

“How” he teased with a straight-faced facade while twisting the apex of his fingers in the form of Atem's tightness.

A jolt coursed through the pharaohs lithe body and he bit his lip to suppress a low cry. “Ah.... Seto...” he moaned, bucking his hips to the sensation. “Give me more, Seto!” he rightfully demanded, his voice raising.

The regal timbre in his tone was very convincing, but unfortunately Kaiba was still unsatisfied.

Wordlessly, he thrust his fingers into Atem long enough to stroke a spot that made him writhe and murmur his name. Then he quickly removed them.

Gasping for breath, Atem sat up with his mouth open in protest, but he quickly became silent when he saw the much larger replacement for Kaiba's fingers.

“K-Kaiba...?” Atem's uncertainty was largely obvious. And for good reason.

Just gazing at the other's endowment sent both fear and excitement dazzling throughout his body.

Kaiba was enjoying every moment of his rival's shock. Another hint of well deserved arrogance curved Kaiba's lips as he reached into his pants pocket and fully pulled out the open narrow vial of creamed oil Isis had given him.

“Kaiba...”

Inquiring blue eyes traveled over the nude form of the pharaoh and met his pleading eyes.

His brows were slightly furrowed and beads of sweat dappled his toned frame like dew.

Powerful and dedicated carmine plums vigorously assimilated with Kaiba's azure crystals teeming with the ultimate vulnerability.

Trust.

Atem's eyes spoke a bold and silent language that Kaiba clearly understood.

Atem only trusted Kaiba to go this far with him. No other soul had even come close to unraveling any part of his spirit, nor his heart the way he allowed Kaiba to.

Not even his loyal and beloved priest was allowed such liberties.

Feeling the weight of such a reliance, Kaiba frowned in understanding as well as assurance.

If Atem didn't get to know Kaiba as well as he had, he would have taken his expression as a rejection.

But he understood.

A simple nod was all Atem gave and Kaiba slowly closed his eyes.

He was in the midst of making one of the biggest decisions in his shortened life.

Recalling Shadi's words, he remembered that he was still being tested.

But at this moment, his firm choice to see and express his feelings towards Atem were all that mattered most.

Finally, he spoke.

But in such a way that he hoped only Atem could decipher.

--

“We're losing him.” the doctor proclaimed while watching Seto's monitor. “Either he wakes up now, or he dies.”

“Seto...” Ishizu pleaded softly. “Please...please return to the present... Leave the past behind you...”

Catching wind of the sorrowful hope in her voice, Mokuba turned to her. “Ishizu?”

Aquamarine surprise swam in her troubled eyes. “Y-yes, Mokuba?”

It was obvious she was doing her best not to cry.

“Do you think Seto will make it?”

The woman ceased breathing for a moment as his candid question cut through her deeply.

She truly could not give him an answer.

But neither of them could utter a word as the long monotone sound they dreaded to hear slithered throughout the room and burrowed into their hearts.

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-Mel