Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Domination ❯ Bondage ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Hard. Core.

 

Domination 2.1

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The next morning arrived as a much chillier one than the day before. More than 3 feet of snow coated the town's streets in dusty white. And despite the height of the snow reaching Yami's chest, he managed to climb inside the limo that had waited for him, and had a rather smooth ride to Kaiba manor. The time was a little after 5 am when Yami arrived to Seto's mansion like he said he would the day before. But instead of being greeted in the sultry and alluring way the former pharaoh had prepared for, Yami found himself glaring at the back of that accursed laptop while Seto touched up a last minute detail for a proposal. Needless to say, based on the bold “activities” he and Seto engaged in the day before, Yami did not expect to be met with such frigidness all of a sudden.

 

Perched atop Seto's desk, a rather annoyed Yami stared blankly at the assiduous male before him while he typed briskly on the keyboard of his laptop. Honestly, Yami wouldn't have minded Seto having work to do. In fact, he would have perfectly understood. However, this particular predicament had been active for almost 4 hours now. Once within this time, Yami had found it necessary to occupy himself with something and decided to wander the mansion. And when he returned, he was not surprised, but was rather disappointed, to see Seto in the same exact spot executing business as usual.

 

Frowning, Yami crossed his arms over his leather-clad chest; his half-lidded eyes taking in the reflection of the bright monitor flickering against Seto's solemn form. “Kaiba,” Yami began with a sigh; the impatience clear in his voice, “I thought you said you would make time for us today.”

“I said I would see if I could fit you into my schedule, Yami,” Seto reminded. His fingers paused in their typing for a moment and his stern eyes darted to Yami's. There, his features solidified a tad, “And stop calling me that.”

“Fine,” Yami replied coolly, a haughty air about his tone, “I am aware that I am not one to chastise someone else for doing their necessary work, but Seto work is all you ever seem to do.”

In response, Seto snorted, not taking his eyes away from his assignment, “We had sex for only one day now and already you're sounding like you're my wife.”

“I... I am not...” Yami argued, cutely adverting his gaze from the man. Seto discontinued his typing momentarily to glance up at Yami. In clear contrast to the iciness of his azure orbs, a light smirk silently touched his lips from the sight of the light blush that brushed about Yami's face. But just as quickly as he observed, those same glacial eyes returned to their previous engagement on the computer screen in front of him. “You're in denial, Yami.”

“I--” Yami began to speak, but forced himself to swallow his unborn words. There was no use initiating a fruitless argument now. With a dismissive sigh, Yami pushed himself off the desk and headed towards the door of the study they were in. “I'm getting a drink,” he muttered flatly.

“Coffee. Black,” Seto stated simply. Not very surprised by the order, but more annoyed than anything else, Yami turned to pin his eyes directly at Seto. Noticing the pause, Seto gazed up at Yami with piercing eyes that intensified his imperative demand. With an annoyed sound, Yami walked out of the room. No more than 10 minutes later, the former pharaoh returned. Empty-handed. Exhaling heavily from his other's almost childish behavior, Seto narrowed his eyes at Yami. “Where is my coffee?” he demanded. The embodiment of his desire gave no response and placidly made a bee-line for the desk; an unreadable emotion accenting his exotic eyes. A bit taken aback from not being able to decipher the look, Seto blinked and frowned. “I don't have time for this, Yami. I asked you for something simple and you refused to accomplish even that. I want answers now.” Yami's expression intensified a bit and instead of giving Seto a verbal reply, the lithe male crawled on top of the desk. And with one mighty backhanded swing, he knocked everything atop it crashing and toppling onto the floor, including Seto's laptop.

 

Seto felt his ears grow hot from the indignation that begun to brew in his chest and made a displeased expression. “Yami, what do you think you're...?!!”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Yami ordered firmly, straddling Seto's lap and running his hands frantically through his hair. Challenged, Seto growled lowly from this sudden wanton display but dared not stop Yami from enclosing his mouth over his and toying with his tongue. This was no ordinary prideful or possessive kiss from Yami like the ones he witnessed yesterday. There was something enigmatically quaint about the way he played with Seto's tongue; never actually claiming it as his. It was if he were testing for a particular response. And as Seto pondered this in the hazy midst of the spontaneous moment, he could have sworn he felt something pass from Yami's mouth to his. The exact moment Yami caught hint of this, he gave Seto's hair a good yank, forcing his head back. Immediately, he swirled his tongue about the length of Seto's throat before enveloping his mouth over the skin; tasting the pulse of his heartbeat. Seto swallowed unintentionally from the sensations, causing Yami to whisper a word of approval against his pale neck. Temporarily at Yami's mercy, Seto let out a sound; his nails biting into the material of the chair's arm rests. Determined to seal his victory, Yami drew his lips upto his lover's and kissed Seto harder, clutching tufts of his hair in a fist and grinding his hips against him until he felt Seto swallow for a second time. By this time, Seto was not only being swayed by Yami's sensual advances, but still retained a slither of anger for his foolish actions earlier and then for making him take some unknown substance without his consent.

 

Refusing to hold back his aggravation, Seto grabbed Yami by the shoulders and pushed him off of him. Yami landed on his back atop the desk and swiftly recovered to a seated position. But Seto was not amused in the least and stood to his feet.“What did you just GIVE me?!” Seto vociferated, indigo eyes gleaming with flecks of carmine. Yami said nothing at first, casually observing the flaring anger Seto was showcasing while perched atop the desk, legs crossed. Once he gathered that overall, Seto seemed in fine health, a gradual smirk touched his lips. “Half of a rather potent sleeping pill,” he notified with a mask of lackadaisicalness, “I believe Flunitrazepam was the main active ingredient...”

“Rohypnol...!” Seto announced, then narrowed his eyes acutely, “You gave me roofie??!!”

Not understanding the meaning of the slang term, Yami blinked, “I said nothing of roofs, Seto. I only gave you something beneficial to your irregular sleeping patterns.” Then his tone lowered, as did the telling edge in his eyes, “Besides, if you won't listen to reason to refrain from working so much, then perhaps a drug will get the meaning across to you. If this medicine can aid you, then far be it from me to not acknowledge its usefulness.”

A slew of swears curbed in Seto's throat as a collaboration of muffled grunts and growls in spite of his anger and annoyance at Yami for pulling such a bold stunt. He was too irritated to speak. In a fit from the absurdity he was hearing, Seto pounded his palms down on the disk on either sides of Yami; his searching eyes teeming with glistening slithers of frustration and surfacing enticement. Yami didn't flinch in the slightest from the behavior, observing and accepting all of it with a small understanding smile.

“You drugged me...” Seto breathed, already beginning to feel the slumbering effects of the medicine start to sway him, “...to make me goto sleep....?”

“Yes,” Yami nodded.

Seto's eyes contracted acutely, “And you expect me to believe that....”

“No, I don't,” he admitted truthfully with a hint of dubious amusement.

“What are you planning to do with me then...” Seto quired, his tone darkening an octave as he neared his face closer to his mischievous desire, “take advantage of me?! Is that it?”

“Seto... “ Yami began, quieting his tone to a gentle and understanding timbre, “know that I would not put your life willingly in extreme danger...” he paused, placing a hand over one of Seto's. And Yami knew he had Seto ensnared within the threads of his words and the genuineness of his concern. They both knew that if Seto was truly angry, he would have snatched his hand from Yami's touch and thrown him out. But he did not. “I want you to trust me...”

“Trust you...,” the disgruntled male reiterated through gritted teeth. His eyes were already beginning to drift between the blurring multiples of Yami that had begun to form before his very eyes. “In about 15 minutes, I'm going to be completely sedated and you want me to trust you?!”

“Less than 15,” Yami corrected softly, “You had this medication in plain sight so it's obvious that you must take it on some sort of regular basis.”

“That's besides the point!”

“Please, Seto, trust me...,” Yami continued, placing his other hand against the side of Seto's face, “and allow me to return a favor to you...” he added impishly, his gaze eclipsing. Not hearing him too clearly, Seto leaned in close enough to breathe in the exotic scent of spices at his neck and grasped him by his low cut shirt. “What ...favor...”

“Something that I very much owe you from yesterday.”

“ 'Yesterday'?” Realization rippled over Seto's tiring features at this statement. A dry laugh left his lips that was carried more like a sound of dismissal and sarcasm than for what it actually was. “...Whatever. Do as you like....,” he muttered.

“I will,” Yami agreed, allowing the weight of Seto's body to rest against his small frame. For a fleeting moment, worry flashed through Yami as he reconsidered his actions of drugging Seto in order to put his plans into motion. But his overworking counterpart did need his rest. Despite his odd methods used, Yami promised himself that he would bestow upon Seto something that his lover could receive by his hands only and would soon not forget. “Pleasant dreams, my bahga,” Yami smiled thinly while watching Seto slowly close his eyes and sink into his desire's lap. Wordlessly, Yami glided his hand through Seto's soft locks, curling sections of it around his fingers in light coils. It was too late to start having second thoughts now. “I promise I shall treat you well,” Yami declared to his slumbering lover, with warmth in his tone. Leaning down, he gingerly ran his lips through Seto's downy locks of mahogany and kissed the top of his head. “I will take care of you,” he breathed secretly against the silken strands, ...”and make you scream...”

 

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Akin to the soft slithers of broken shards of color recollecting to form complete luminescence, Seto felt his consciousness slowly returning to him. The first significance he took note of was that his body, now like that of lead, was abnormally heavy. It was as if the weight of gravity itself had doubled against his frame. The stray coolness of steel caressed his bare skin in multiple areas of his body; draped, enveloped and conformed to his shape about his body's entirety. His bare back felt pressed firmly against a solid flat surface that resembled that of a wall, floor or ceiling. The first movement he attempted to initiate was with his arms. But only the clinking and almost lyrical sound of chains sounded in his ears and echoed crisply throughout the area. From what he felt, both appendages seemed to be tightly bound above his head in a leather binding of some sort. He also felt moderately taut leather bands around his wrists underneath that were linked together like some type of fetish handcuff. A bit alarmed by his findings, but not truly astonished, Seto attempted to move his legs, then jerked his entire body. He was securely settled in place; and again only the sound of the chains' melody continued, almost mocking his shortcomings. It was upon doing this that he finally deduced his was suspended in the air, back against the ceiling, and his entire body held in place by many strategically placed chains and other little unseen novelties Yami must have used on him that he felt in other places.

 

A groggy groan churned in his throat. The remnants of his deep slumber and forced succumbing still lingered and his head pounded from any thought that dealt with that impish Pharaoh. But against his better judgment in this current state, Seto instinctively tried to open his mouth to shout for his libidinous partner. But the unpleasant flavor of tape caught on his tongue and he grimaced. Slight panic licked his spine from the sudden feel of thick tape between his teeth, but he forced himself to remain calm to better understand this new wrinkle in his situation. Not only was he nude, chained with his wrists and ankles tautly bound, but he was gagged as well. A shudder traveled through his body; partially enticed, partially uncertain of what else was to come. A low groan slipped from him as he attempted to squirm free from the bindings. Ignoring his brewing headache from all the nonsense and the blood rushing to his head, he forced his heavy eyelids to lift-- only for his icy orbs to be met with pitch blackness. A drop of sweat budded along the side of his face. Now things were a little more interesting, if not a little more perilous. He blinked to test his findings. As he did, he managed to feel the leathery material that covered his eyes. 'Blindfolded..?!' he inquired in his mind. 'That little sneak blindfolded me too?! What's next...? A torture wheel??'

 

“I see you're finally awake.” a familiar rich and sonorous voice drifted from below the suspended male; bouncing off the walls of the room. The small garnish of arrogance dressed about his regal features only broadened when he watched Seto writhe and growl, what Yami believed to be, muffled swears at him. The former ruler only chuckled lightly from the display. Elegantly, he whisked a slither of golden locks out of his face with a slight cock of his head. “What is the matter, Seto?” he inquired, “Do you not appreciate my handiwork? I did my very best. It wasn't easy to set all of this up, you know,” he taunted, “You were quite heavy...”

 

The sound of a sneer was all the smaller male received in response and he sighed expectantly. Yami knew all too well what Seto's reaction would be. Quite honestly, he was surprised the frigid-eyed male didn't attempt to free himself a lot more seriously. He doubted the effects of the drug affected Seto's persistence, and pride, for this long after awaking. Yet, Seto has surprised him before. After Yami had slipped Seto the medicine, he was out for a little more than 4 hours. That was more than enough time for Yami to happen upon this particular room from his earlier self-appointed “tour” of the mansion, acquire the necessary “equipment” and “set up” everything. The room he found was an old dining room with long polished cherry wood tables on opposite sides of the walls. Twin flat surfaced oak rococo china cabinets, sans the fine pottery, rested next to these tables and Yami saw it fit to push the two of them together. Because the room's ceiling was rather low, with the help of securely placed ceiling chains, Yami was able to hoist Seto up in one attempt. The cabinets were also a perfect height, allowing Yami to stand atop them at full height and easily be able to trace the lines of Seto's body with his lips.

 

As he silently recalled his actions, Yami's lucid eyes lapped at Seto's delicious nude form, and marveled at the display of chains around him. Seto's wrists and ankles were secured in binds of soft leather. Small durable rings on the material attached to thick chains that crossed behind him and around his mid-section that were ultimately connected to plated restraints in the ceiling. Seto's eyes were masked with a black leather blind while his mouth was gagged with glossy black tape between his teeth that would only stick to itself and nothing else. A thick single ringed hasp collar donned his neck. Venturing lower, Yami's amaranthine eyes glinted with a reserved seductive desire from the 18” spreader bar between Seto's thighs and the chrome 3 ringed harness encircling his slumbering length and sac. Yami had Seto chained to the ceiling while he was asleep; the lustrous steel and scraps of leather his only hints of “clothing'”.

 

Although he was blindfolded, it was quite obvious to the bound male of his passionate other's lingering gaze. Their scorching mark tapered possessively over his flesh; deceptively feigning playfulness. The uncertainty of Yami's forthcoming actions stirred a raw thrill throughout him, as well as settle a growl in his throat. Seto was, now, more than eager to witness what the mischievous vixen had in store—so that he could return the “favor” tenfold. Of course, Yami had already expected this. His thoughts automatically reeled back to the events of the day before; the power, supremacy and dominance he was dealt. His body thirsted for that display of unconfined passion, and ascendancy that was Seto Kaiba. However, that would only happen when Yami saw fit and for the moment, he was going to enjoy this little round of power and his role of domination.

 

“Don't struggle,” Yami warned in a smooth tone, “I promised you that I would take care of you...” Yami smirked, the sound of the chains he himself wore clinking and jingling in sultry prose as their finish glinted like miniature sparks in the light. A sleek, shiny black latex-gloved hand skimmed over one of the nicely finished tabletops; fingertips tracing gingerly over the outlined vials of novena candles atop the polished surface. The snug, glossed thigh-high latex platforms he wore barely made a sound against the polished floor. His hips swiveled with grace and poise with each fluid step he set into motion; the fitting midi pants lusciously catching the the glow of the candlelight and conforming it to the shape of his bottom. There were 2 clasps on either side to allow for easy removal, as well as to show peeks of Yami's skin. There were also belted bands of leather around the wrists and thighs of where the the latex hid his skin. Wide silver chains of two different lengths crossed over his midsection similar to Kaiba's, draping lazily against the sleeveless halter top that stretched like a second skin around his chest. Around that elegant neck was an almost identical hasp collar that adorned his partner's neck, with 3 rings instead of one as an obvious difference. Hooked through one of those rings was a glistening steel hoop with a hook that held a specific use and purpose that the lithe pharaoh would enjoy exploiting when the time arose.

 

“Don't you trust me, Seto?” Yami purred, nearing closer to the suspended male above him. Once his hand met the table's edge, Yami casually scooped up two important items necessary for their “activities”: a tiny remote control, which he kept in the palm of his hand, and black riding crop. A garbled protest was all Yami received in reply, which he believed to be the equivalent of a rather nasty statement beginning with an f and ending with a u. The sound of his stealthy movement rivaled the same of a tender flower's bloom as he sauntered his way to his lover. With agile ease, Yami climbed atop the duo of cabinets and took hold of a drooping adult sized sling, that was also rooted to the ceiling, slightly adjacent from a set of dangling chains with cuffs. Amused, the lithe dominator sat in the contraption and silently studied his partner. Seto's one rapid breathing began to steady from how close Yami was perched to him. Soon, his audible breaths eased into silence. The relaxed gesture was more akin to that of a wild beast calming its behavior near its prey before it ruthlessly struck rather than anything else. Yami caught wind of this, but wasn't bothered in the slightest. In fact, he welcomed it.

 

A soft fluttering sound whispered into the air between them as Yami crossed one glossed leg over the other. “I wouldn't do that if I were you...” Yami warned with a smirk and steady tone, positioning the end of the riding crop beneath Seto's chin, “And for this moment, until we are finished, you obey me. Understood?” A defying scoff emanated from Seto and he jerked his body to try to, if not free himself, to at least smack that smirk he knew was widening off Yami's face. Intent amaranth glinted with enticement from the rebellious attitude he was receiving. A low chuckle fluttered from Yami and he slipped out of the sling and stood to his feet atop the cabinets. Curiously and almost naively, he touched a gloved finger to Seto's bare chest, and glanced up at the male to observe his reactions. A slight jolt was all Seto gave, his movements hardly causing the chains any motion. Testing his luck even further, Yami led the digit over the concaved curve of Seto's clavicle and drew an invisible line to his right nipple. An airy gasp shot from Seto from the surprise of the action; every pore within his being tingling in anticipation for what was to come.

 

Yami said nothing at first, trailing his eyes away from the hardening nub and glancing up to analyze Seto's expression. The taller male's brows knitting together told Yami exactly what he wanted to know. Although his eyes could not be seen, Yami was positive that those deep indigo orbs were pinned directly at him. The mere thought of this truth strengthened the desire that impelled between Yami's legs and swelled his pride even more. “Enjoy that, did you?” Yami mused, gliding his finger over the spot again and this time clawing at it with moderate pressure. A rugged sound scattered from Seto and his mouth clamped tighter against the restraint of the tape. Entranced amaranth devoured the sight and smoldered in satisfaction. “Hmmm...” Yami breathed, opening his mouth and allowing the tip of his tongue to flicker faintly against the responsive nipple. Seto's body shuddered as the enveloping sensations quivered throughout his being. Never in his life did he ever think he would ever be tasted in such a spot. Then again, never in his life did he think he would be bound, chained and gagged to the ceiling by Yami for that matter.

 

“I asked you a question...” Yami's sonorous tone announced; a firm edge to his resonant voice. His hand tightened around the riding crop and he snapped the end of it underneath Seto's chin; enough to gain his attention, not enough to harm him. “When I question you, you are to answer me with either a yes or a no,” the exotic dominator continued and gave the nipple a sudden pinching twist. Seto grimaced slightly from the action and his body squirmed in retaliation, but he still didn't give Yami what he wished. A thin smile laced Yami's lips from the rebellion. He expected nothing less from his prideful counterpart. A loud snap pierced the air as he struck Seto across his ringed endowment. The engorged flesh bobbed twice in response as Seto released a sound that crossed a growl with a throaty moan. “Your resistance will only get you so far, Kaiba...” he taunted, making sure to pronounce the surname clearly. “Now, answer your ruler...” he continued, matter-of-factly.

 

The almost haunting timbre of Yami's commanding banter was enough to make Seto rather exasperated, if not challenged. As much as he would have loved to shut Yami down and remind him of who belonged to whom, Seto decided to go along with Yami's little game and barely shook his head “no”. Yami's eyes widened slightly from the answer; the glow of the candles in the distance casting a dim shade about his dubious features and accenting his mild astonishment. But the glimmer of a smirk soon touched his lips once he caught onto the meanings behind Seto's behavior. “Does your master not please you, Kaiba?” he began, lashing the leather rod again across Seto's blooming erection as well as landing another to his inner thigh. Seto's teeth bared mercilessly down on the tape, threatening to rip through its defiance. He hated not being in control of any situation he was involved in, but the actions he was receiving from Yami were invigoratingly arousing. After the events of the day before, Seto had expected Yami to try something as payback, and he was rather interested to see just what the other would come up with. However, nothing could have prepared him for this. While he found Yami's power trips rather annoying and commonplace, he found himself enjoying the thrill of the unexpected. Just this once. Inwardly, he chuckled to himself. All it took was one day of unbridled emotions to unleash this rather extreme side of Yami he never knew existed. Perhaps, he could allow himself to get used to it in the future.

 

Keen to his 'victim' becoming so silent all of a sudden, Yami held the riding crop, and remote control, in a way that allowed him to spread his fingers across Seto's chest without dropping them. “I will ask you again,” his voice darkened, as did the hue of his eyes, “do you enjoy what I'm doing to you, Kaiba?” Yami continued, twisting both nipples and sending his tongue gliding hungrily over Seto's chest wherever he willed. Seto gasped against the pleasurous sensations and grunted throatily when he felt Yami's teeth purposely nick the hardened buds, and then suckle at them eagerly. Enthralled with his actions, Yami gave Seto's thigh another lashing before leading his teasing mouth lower down the outline of Seto's torso.

 

His lips played deceptively over the firm muscles they tasted; feigning curious gentleness. A flash of pink rolled against the taut curve of Seto's ribs, the slick trail of his seduction glittering in the shadow play of the candlelight. Venturing further, his searching tongue dipped in the curve of Seto's navel and played about the crevice. He wasn't able to indulge in his toying for very long when the brush of something thick and hot tapped against the side of his neck. He knew exactly what it was and chose to ignore it. With the precision of an expert, his fleeting tongue littered about Seto's abdomen before a more forceful tap smacked him across the face, demanding not to be ignored again. Without missing a beat, Yami grabbed the throbbing flesh tautly and flicked his tongue atop it in a sultry teasing manner. Each lick differed in variance from the last. Yami allowed only the very tip of his tongue to taste Seto's pugnacious flesh. Pausing momentarily, he breathed impassioned allure along the thickening length; whispering lustful incantations about its size. A low moan rippled through Seto from the teasing. A spark of incandescence reverberated through him from the thought of the embodiment of his desire gazing up at him, licking those enticing hot lips of his.

 

“What is it, Kaiba?” Yami mused against Seto's pulsing size, brushing only his lips possessively across it from different angles whenever he pleased as he spoke, “What do you desire for me to do with this...thing?” he emphasized, giving a hard squeeze. A choked grunt was Seto's only reply; the dual sensations of the chrome rings around his endowment and the pressure Yami was delivering to him driving him mad with anticipation and impatience. He wanted Yami now. When the sylphlike dominator received no feasible answer, he parted his lips and allowed his tongue to lace invisible lines against the hardening flesh in intricate nameless patterns. “Tell me, Kaiba,” he purred inbetween licks, “What should I do to you? How am I to please someone as rebellious as you? Perhaps... you desire more from your master. More that only your Pharaoh may bestow to you,” he bantered. Then his tone deepened and thrived with crisp enunciation, “... Is that correct?”

 

Reluctantly, Seto nodded, barely moving his head. “Then what?” Yami continued in a mockingly naive tone; the impish smirk adorning his lips the only misleading truth. “I know...” he trailed off, opening his mouth wide and enveloping it around Seto's tip. He suckled gently, making deliberate slurping sounds. A sudden hiss enveloped Seto from the sensation and he thrusted his hips forward slightly to press more of himself into the welcoming mouth. However, the moist, delicious feeling only lasted for a fleeting second before Yami withdrew his mouth. Threads of a clear liquid tethered between his mouth and Seto's tip. Yami had only wanted to tease Seto, but his flavor was far too addictive. He dipped his head for another quick taste of the heated flesh and just as speedily withdrew with a breathy sound. Gingerly, he blew on the spot, causing Seto to squirm and growl garbled protests from the teasing. “Tell me, Kaiba,” Yami continued, pulling away just enough to roll his rich eyes upto the male above him, “Do you desire your Pharaoh to suck your thirsting cock? Do you want your Pharaoh to swallow you down his throat and make you scream as orgasm cascades over you? ...Do you...? Or perhaps I shall humiliate you and make you crave what I may not give... Answer me....” he warned, once again adorning Seto's tip with with the liquor of his provocative tongue.

 

A husky sound was all Seto could manage to make. His mouth had become sore from the tape and his head swam with slight dizziness with all the blood rushing between his legs. “Kaiba...” Yami urged, curling his fingers around the hilt of the riding crop and gliding the thin object along Seto's thigh. But instead of striking him, Yami instead slid the item along the contours of his leg before running it over Seto's more demanding area. Discreetly, Yami's studious eyes took in Seto's behavior; a low moan forming in the taller other's throat from the attention. A light smirk touched Yami's lips from the response. Although it was a particular response that Yami welcomed, he still did not receive a proper answer that he wanted. “Respond to your Pharaoh,” Yami commanded smoothly, thoughtfully fingering the small remote in his hand. 'Tease,' Seto thought to himself, being nearly driven to his limits with the foreplay, 'If you're going to do something, hurry up and do it and stop asking me!'

 

Yami breathed a sound of amusement, as if he had picked up on Seto's silent words. “Hmm... I warned you...” Yami smiled duskily and smoothed the pad of his thumb over one of the buttons on the remote. A sudden buzz-like hum sounded throughout the room and a throaty sound of surprise and transient submission tore from Seto as he threw his head back against the ceiling and bucked his hips. Without a hint of delay, Yami grasped a hand around Seto's length and engorged sac and greedily clasped his mouth over the pulsing tip; devouring every second and every hint of sweat. Deep growls and moans continued to flow from Seto's being as the euphoric sensations that vibrated through him forced his hips to continue stabbing his strained erection madly into Yami's eager mouth. Wanting more, Yami tapped another button on the remote that caused Seto's entire body to shudder deliciously as his thrusts slowed.

 

The pleasurable pressure the chrome rings wrought on Seto rendered the raw sounds he made even more carnal and lustful than he ever imagined he would hear himself make. Enthralled, Yami mirrored the new pace and sent his tongue lashing about Seto's tip. Licking his savory lips, he ventured lower, lapping hungrily and teasingly at Seto's engorged globes one at a time. Soon, Yami's eager mouth met Seto's awaiting length and enveloped it. Yami wasted no time in his encore of foreplay and swirled his tongue around Seto while suckling strongly. His head bobbed mildly forward and back as he consumed the taste of the throbbing flesh, entertaining both he and his lover with sounds of arousal. His hands crept over Seto's thighs, spreading over the creamy skin, and cupped his spherical globes in both. Breathing rapidly, Seto bit harshly down on the tape around his mouth and moaned. Perplexed, Yami withdrew from his taunting and reached up to pull off the blindfold. Narrowed glacial orbs glared acutely at him; their entirety laced with a thin film of clear liquid that also dappled the curve of his rose-tinted cheeks. Speechless, Yami was truly taken in from the sight. A low moan of longing fluttered in his throat from facing such a perilous expression. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped Seto's face in his hands. Those harsh blue eyes contracted sharply at Yami's advances, watching his every breathing movement. The intensity of Seto's expression wavered at random, only from the vibrating sensations from within him, but his eyes did not deter from Yami. Tenderly, Yami pressed his lips to Seto's nose, to his taped mouth, and left one last embrace atop his forehead. “.........” he whispered sweetly to Seto in his native tongue; words he trusted the other to comprehend. Yami was determined to keep his promise to Seto to take good care of him, while making sure he gave him the very best he could deliver. Accepting the hushed words of the cryptic declaration, Seto allowed his eyes to slowly close. And within that mild precious moment, they were lovers; their emotions pure and tender. Simple words of “ I love you” or anything similar were not uttered. Instead, verbal entities of a deeper understanding were; statements that only the two of them would respect and receive. This moment was theirs. This moment was real. And no one other than them could amplify that realization with the genuine respect and appreciation. A moment stolen through time by two individuals, rivals, that were too prideful to not be part of the other's life and too stubborn to question or snip the carmine thread that drew their beings together.

 

Slowly and rather carefully, Seto felt the warmth of Yami's hands gradually withdraw from his face and his heavy lids lifted. Dimmed glacial blue met with glistening amaranth. Wordlessly, Yami reached up to grasp the tape encircling Seto's mouth and carefully unraveled it. He dropped it to the cabinet he stood atop and gripped at a tuft of Seto's hair. In contrast to his gentle motions just seconds prior, he roughly claimed Seto's warm lips with passion and drank in their amiable flavor. Despite being restrained and teased in his nether regions by the vibrations, Seto gave Yami a strong and deep kiss while fighting the other's tongue. A faint moan drifted from Seto and at this, Yami broke the kiss. His features darkened from the expression of longing that draped across Seto's face. His once smoldering azure orbs eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened to resemble an oval shape. His head was slightly tilted to the side; a silent expression of the effect Yami's kisses had and left upon him. Once the trance of their kiss faded, Seto's lids lifted. His indigo eyes glinted with heavy enticement as he studied Yami's smug expression. With a steady growl, Seto's features settled back into one of nonchalance—as nonchalant as he could make it from the resonance thrumming within his inner walls.

“Tease...” he stated in a raspy tone lined with hints of challenge to Yami. The smaller of the two made a small sound of amusement. Instead of answering verbally, Yami drew the end of the riding crop to slap mildly against the side of Seto's face. His words took articulate form as the reflection of Seto in his liquidy eyes danced to the glow of the candlelight below, “I did not give you permission to speak to your Pharaoh in such a way, Kaiba...” he reminded, pronouncing the name with emphasis he knew Seto would disprove of, “And if I hear any more gripes from you, I will return you to your previous helpless state.”

“I am never helpless, Atem,” Seto returned coolly with a look that mirrored his chilled inflection and a daring smirk about his lips. Enjoying the thrill of the challenge he was receiving, Yami returned the smirk with a frigidly playful one of his own, “You will be, my bahga.” Before Seto could retort, Yami held up the remote and pressed two buttons swiftly. Seto's body spasmed, tearing a deep and rugged gasp from him; resulting in him shutting his eyes tightly. A blossoming spread of heat and rapid vibrations scattered throughout him, making his body tremble and rattled the chains that surrounded him. With Seto distracted, Yami placed both the remote and the riding crop down atop the cabinets where he stood. His slender fingers touched the ring that was looped around his collar and removed it.

 

Through blurred eyes and the overlapped surrounding sounds of jingling chains, Seto watched Yami with heavy breaths, witnessing a rounded metal object being slipped onto his length. A hook was attached to its ring with a quarter of an inch wide ball at its end. Pleasantly through mischievous kohl-rimmed eyes, Yami gazed up at Seto. He wanted to make sure his victim could see every action; silently daring him to protest. The second Seto realized that type of ring that now adorned his size, he shook his body at an attempt to get rid of it. “Don't you dare put that in there! Have you lost your mind?!” Yami glared at him in the way a parent would to scold their child. “I wouldn't squirm so much if I were you. You don't want any...accidents do you, Kaiba?”

“There won't be any. You are not going to shove a damn sperm plug in me!”

“Then squirm all you need to, Kaiba. I have no qualms with drawing blood from you if you are disobedient.”

A growl in reply was all Seto gave. He hated to admit Yami was right. That and the vibrations within him were too exquisite to continue a fruitless battle. But he knew for a fact, he would get Yami back for all of this 'Pharaoh' nonsense and insipid power trips. In his mind, a flash of imagery drenched in pure satisfaction came to him like a vision. His desire would be on the tiled floor, on his hands and knees. His eyes and mouth would be bound just as Seto's formally were; a thick chain hooked to the collar around his neck. The muffled and stifled cry of one name would reverberate throughout his bound body while the entity of that name would taper across his skin in possessive kisses and squeezes.

 

Without a word, Yami inserted the ball of the ring inside, causing Seto to grit his teeth from the stretching feeling he was receiving. He felt as if an ember of fire had been pushed inside of him. Although it may have seemed that Yami was behaving in an uncaring manner, he was watching carefully for any mishaps. If anything happened to Seto by his hand, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to forgive himself.

 

The air between them thickened. The two of them exchanged weighty glares of taunts and sensual threats as Yami finally secured the small metal object. An inch of cold metal was inserted through the opening at Seto's tip. Thankfully for him, the waves of warmth and stimulation he felt from the vibrator rippling over a blissful area drowned out any pain or discomfort he would have experienced. Through the cadence of pleasure, he hardly sensed the sudden closeness of Yami to his face. A light kiss was placed on his chin. And the next thing he knew, his head dipped to claim Yami's mouth with his own. Their kisses were frantic, hungry and richly saturated in passion. Dropping the remote from his hands, Yami let his hands roam Seto's chest and gave his nipples another twist. Stealthily, Yami slithered down Seto's toned frame, leaving trails of kisses, nips and bites as his possessive mark.

 

Seto inhaled sharply, giving Yami an excuse to end their kiss and venture lower. His tongue swept over both nipples with excellent precision that earned appeased murmurs and moans from Seto. Continuing lower still, Yami's fingers grazed the outline of Seto's ringed length with delicate care. Even through the gloves he wore, he could easily feel the tautness of Seto's skin pulsing within the mercy of the chrome rings. Traveling further between Seto's thighs, Yami glided a finger over the tight round opening and watched Seto's reaction. His head was lowered, his eyes were shut and his breaths came in short puffs of air. Feeling Yami's seductive gaze on him, Seto's eyes slowly opened and narrowed directly at Yami. The exotic dominator's expression mirrored Seto's; accented with a devious smirk. Wordlessly, Yami brought a finger to his mouth and moistened it easily with his skillful tongue. Once satisfied, he slithered the finger inside of Seto; curving, turning and clawing at the heated walls. Tauntingly, he pressed his finger up against the small vibrator and pushed it up; removing the majority of the delicious pressure off a sensitive spot. Seto gave a sigh of relief in response and relished in the lingering ripples that were once there.

 

“I believe it's time to cease in teasing you...” Yami uttered just below a whisper. A flickering smile marked Yami's lips, darkened by the illusion cast by the glow of the candles. He pressed his lips to Seto's navel and curled his tongue lasciviously within its groove before stepping away. Once Seto felt the lack of warmth leave him, his eyes shot open and darted to Yami's position. His hazy blue eyes only caught a glimpse of violet-crimson before blackness again devoured his sight. Yami hastily reapplied the blindfold around Seto's head then knelt down to recollect the tape. “What are you doing now...” Seto spoke suddenly; his voice faltering only slightly from the steady vibrations within him. “Silencing my disobedient servant,” Yami quipped. To further emphasize his point, Yami grasped Seto firmly by the chin and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. He could feel the unborn protests that lingered atop Seto's tongue as he claimed it. Yami kept his kisses fervent and constant, forcing Seto to become used to them. And from the way his embraces were being returned, Yami knew Seto needed to take a breath. But he refused to allow it. It wasn't until Seto tried to pull away from Yami that he pressed further into their kiss and gripped at his hair to pull him even closer. Yami remained in arrogantly arousing control for a moment, then finally broke the kiss to allow Seto his oxygen. Greedily the panting male drank in the sweetness of the air around him, distracted enough to ignore the spiral of the tape wrapping around his head, covering his mouth fully this time. “Can you breathe now?” Yami queried rhetorically with a smile. “&^#^fhdylhjs%$fhdugf#^!!” Seto yelled back in muffled nonsense. Hearing this garbled protest as if it were music to his ears, Yami nodded and hopped down from the cabinets. “As I thought!” he chirped. With excellent fluidity and grace, Yami placed one foot in front of the other as if he were a model on the runway and made his way to one of the long tables. Once there, his hands swept over a large clear container of lubricant.

 

'What is he doing...' Seto shouted in his thoughts, mind racing. He strained his ears to pick up any odd or misplaced sound, but his senses were dimming from that accursed vibrator still humming against a delicious spot for the past 30 minutes. And because of the piece Yami inserted into his length, his climaxes would become ebbed and retreat back into his body. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to release his pent up euphoria when he pleased. And it took even more of a firmer grip on willpower dealing with a particular pharaoh. Yet, the mere drops of thought concerning his desire caused Seto's harnessed flesh to throb. If there wasn't anything else he could give to Yami as credit besides excelling in games, it was being superbly torturing with teasing foreplay. Soon, the sound of tinkling chains drifted into Seto's ears as he sensed Yami nearing closer to him again. The sound of something heavy being placed down rose into the air, but was soon drowned out by the singing chains.

 

After he set down the lube, Yami gazed up at Seto silently. As he did, he lifted a hand to one of the 3 chains that encircled his torso and unraveled the shortest one that was a little under 4 feet long. Not taking his eyes off of Seto, Yami hooked one end of it to one of the rings of his collar, then reached up to do the same to the single hoop on Seto's collar. They were now both connected by the metal tether. Quietly, Yami spread his hands to either side of his hips. With calculating movements, Yami unbuttoned the clasps that held his skin tight midis to his body. Casually, he removed the garment and let it drop from his hand to the floor with a faint latex whisper. As if he had been familiar with such procedures, Yami opened the jar of lube and dipped half of his hand in. He slathered a generous amount of it along his erection and accented Seto's opening with the rest of it; sliding in 2 fingers as he saw fit. Once he declared Seto readied enough, he reached up and secured his wrists and ankles to cuffed chains that dangled around Seto's body. Yami had already set up such a contraption for this very moment. Drawing in an anticipated breath, he steadied his hardness at Seto's entrance. A hushed hiss swept past his lips and he closed his eyes as he ventured in slowly into the tightening warmth. The vibrations were too luscious to ignore and Yami took his first thrust into Seto, while not disrupting the vibrator's placement.

A low expel of of breath sparked from Yami from the taut greeting around his endowment and began a slow, almost gentle pace. His gloved hands balled into fists and gripped at the chains above the bangles around his wrists. It felt like he had been away from this secret warmth, this new addiction, for decades and was given allowance to experience its delectable lusciousness only once every blue moon. But that thought soon faded as a new one crept into its place. He could have Seto wherever and whenever he pleased now. This day confirmed it for him. And as long as Seto accepted him, he would not let go.

 

But within that understanding, what did that make them? Were they only sex partners or something more? Yami knew Seto felt the same way for him as he did. Their actions the day before were as spontaneous as they were greatly enjoyable. This day, Yami wanted to get back at Seto for dominating him. A soft sound draped in Arabic dropped from Yami's lips and he stole a glance towards Kaiba's face. His warm-hued eyes narrowed in hazy deliberation as he attempted to read Seto's concealed features. Just how far did Seto believe the two of them were? The words Seto spoke to him drifted back into his mind.

' You are mine.'

'They can't have you the way I have.'

'You are mine and mine alone.'

 

While his entire being resonated in remembrance of such truthful and piercing words, the urge to ask nonsense crossed Yami's mind. But a sonorous moan from Seto tore his thoughts asunder. Grasping the chains tighter for better balance, Yami arched his back to thrust deeper into Seto and pushing the vibrator further inside him. Yami remained cautious of the intensity of his ministrations, keeping in mind the item that still thrived with Seto. Soon, the both of them eased into a rhythmic tempo that extracted moans and husky murmurs from the both of them. But Seto was quickly becoming impatient. 'Go faster,' Seto ordered in his thoughts, ' If you go any slower, I'm going to fall asleep...'

There was a sudden pause between them as Yami stopped in his motions. A light frown marked his lips and he curled his fingers around the chain that linked their collars together. Annoyed, he gave a slight tug on it. “Is there a problem, Kaiba?”

 

Seto didn't bother to nod or shake his head. Instead, he lowered his head slightly as if he could see directly through the blindfold and to Yami's positioning perfectly. “Hrryup,” Seto growled against the tape. And to further prove his point, he thrusted his hips forward, earning a sudden throaty moan from Yami, who automatically returned the gesture. “Don't do that again,” Yami uttered with a faint smirk, warning Seto but also increasing his pace. A sound that resembled that of a snort emitted from Seto and he moved his hips in rhythm with Yami's again anyway. Out of nowhere, the sudden sound of a crack shot into the air and Seto cringed from the fresh sting that crept across his chest. His body stilled; the resonating bite of an open wound washing over him and numbing every other sense for a second. Yami did not just hit him and draw blood did he?

 

“I warned you, Kaiba,” Yami murmured nonchalantly, guiding the end of the riding crop down Seto's torso and gliding it over the contours of his bottom. “The next time you move, I will show you no mercy. Your Pharaoh commands that you remain still and thoroughly receive what is given to you,” he spoke promptly, allowing the leather rod to take another bite across Seto's rear . Once it seemed as if his words had finally sunk in for the moment, Yami lifted his head slightly towards the spot he struck across Seto's chest and opened his mouth. His taunting tongue lashed out slowly, curiously, and tasted the small trickle of blood that appeared there. Seto felt his body react to this behavior, and needless to say, he was introduced to yet another lashing in a random spot on his body. His mind surged with a number of thoughts that all surrounded Yami and his extreme behavior. But deep down, he couldn't deny that he was rather enjoying it. It would seem Yami craved control as much as he did.

 

Despite Seto's defiance, Yami moaned lightly from the brush of Seto's harnessed length rubbing against his abdomen. “I said don't move,” he reiterated, sending the end of the crop snapping across Seto's side and grasping the chain between their collars. “Or, do you desire to copulate with me, that much?” A muffled groan was all Seto gave; his voice reverberating throughout his entire body. He couldn't take much more of this. And as if he could read the other's mind, Yami sped up his tempo and rolled his hips against Seto; grinding and thrusting to the best of his ability. He refused to recede in his actions, and only heightened his ministrations when he felt Seto's climax building through his length. “Yes...” Yami whispered, pulling out halfway, and switching to do quick short stabbing thrusts against Seto's sweet spot, sending the other over the edge. An aimless array of muffled groans and shouts erupted from Seto as his body writhed from his release. A choked sound grazed his throat from his powerful ultimate being ceased because of the obstruction of the metal ball and ring. Shaking, he swallowed harshly and grit his teeth as the combating pressures of his climax being blocked as more willed to be released. After what felt like an eternity of shaking, grunting, and clinging to time itself, Seto unclenched his fists within the arm binds and allowed his body to relax in the clutch of the chains that surrounded him.

 

Panting, Yami smoothly withdrew from him, causing the vibrator to fall out of its former dwelling and onto the floor. The cunning dominator undid the cuffs around his wrists and ankles with ease then stood, wobbling only slightly, atop the cabinets. As his hazed vision began to dilute, Yami curled a finger around the the hook part of the metal ring at Seto's tip and carefully pulled. After a few good tugs, the ball finally emerged from Seto, covered with splotches of his essence. Yami eyed the ivory substance eagerly and touched it to his lips. Above him, heavy pants from Seto caused his body to quiver. As the taller male caught his breath, he felt the tape around his mouth get yanked down. Before he could take a breath of the new air around him, he felt something hot and metallic against his mouth right before it and his lips were enveloped by he hot moistness of Yami's mouth. The slender dominator boldly held the ball of the ring between himself and Seto as they kissed wildly, lewdly, hungrily. Their tongues swept across the metal into the other's mouth; the item enriched with Seto's milky flavor.

 

Slowly, Yami pulled his mouth away from Seto's, a soft sound sparking between them, but left the metal at his counterpart's lips. Still fueled and empowered by wisps of the sensual high, Seto coiled his tongue around the object thoroughly until it was polished clean. Keen amaranth orbs observed the display closely, wondrously impressed. “How do you enjoy your taste, Kaiba?” Yami's deep, sonorous tone mused., enunciating each word with a profound and regal air. A low, prideful sound wavered throughout the room in response. “Better than yours,” Seto smirked. “Hmm...” Yami paused in thought. Silently, he placed everything down and removed the blindfold. His eyes again claiming their relinquished sensory, Seto's lids flickered open. And Yami was the first sight his determined eyes fell on. The former Pharaoh's tanned skin held an ethereal glow about it as the shadows of the candlelight drizzled over the thin sheen of sweat of his frame. His hair was slightly matted against his face, while his eyes swam with a mysteriously hidden emotion Seto couldn't read. Venturing lower, those analytical glacial eyes grazed over the glossed outfit Yami wore, and to the uncovered part of skin between his waist and upper thighs. Yami's length bobbed twice, being nestled in Seto's direct line of vision as if it were giving a salutation. A deep shade of crimson dashed across Seto's face and his eyes returned quickly to Yami's.

 

“Is something troubling you?” Yami teased , placing his hands on his haunches, and drawing more attention to his uncovered flesh. “....”

“Seto...” Yami breathed gently, his tone quickly turning serious. Alert to his name, Seto faced him promptly, but his eyes were at half-mass. “What.”

Yami's words held on his tongue as he raised both hands and cupped Seto's face. His warm eyes fleeted between Seto's, searching for unknown answers to his unborn questions. “I...did not hurt you too badly, did I?” Seto stared wordlessly at Yami for a moment, before his shut his eyes and sighed. “Whatever you did, I'll live.” His monotone belied his actual withheld intentions. Inwardly, he wanted to yell at Yam, rip the chains from the ceiling and take him right where he stood. But there would be a time for that. For now, he chose to welcome than pent up frustration to build and build until he caught Yami off guard. Then, he would do as he pleased with his Pharaoh.

“That is not what I asked you, Seto...” Yami trailed off, guilt brimming his eyes, “I could not help but get carried away...” Not bothering to open his eyes, Seto frowned faintly, “I said I'll live. Besides, some of it , I actually enjoyed...” Yami's eyes widened slightly. “ 'Some' ?!” Seto chuckled at this. “Relax, will you... I haven't complained yet have I?”

“ 'Yet'?!”

“That is what I said. I don't want to make a habit out of giving you a status report everytime we have sex, Yami.”

A sudden blush skittered across Yami's face and he withdrew his hands to his sides. “That-- that isn't what I....!”

Seto chuckled dryly. “Whatever.”

A cute pout settled on Yam's lips and he crossed his arms with a frown. His eyes drifted over the small cut he inflicted upon Seto's chest with the riding crop—as well as the several other small cuts that were plainly visible. “... Are you certain you are al righ--”

“Shut up,” Seto stated slightly above a whisper, “I'm trying to fall asleep...”

“I know.” Yami mused, sliding into the sling in front of Seto.

“Then why are you still talking to me...”

“Maybe because it annoys you,” Yami answered, casually crossing his legs.

“Hmph... I'll keep that in mind...”

“Uh huh...” Yami agreed nonchalantly. When Seto gave no other response, he tilted his head to the side in perplexed solace. After moments of watching his lover sleep for the second time that day, Yami slid out of the sling, and began disconnecting the restraints attached to Seto.

 

--

 

The constant sounds of clinking and scuffling roused Kaiba out of his slumbering state. He allowed his eyes to readjust to the subdued cocooned glow of the candles around him before opening them completely. From his blurred view, the once familiar room appeared slanted and on its side rather than how he had remembered its structure from years ago. It took his mind a few moments to process that he was laying on his side. Annoyed from the obviousness, he shook his head to chase away any remnants of sleep that remained. Stealthily, as if a wild beast searching for its prey, his icy eyes scanned the area. In the near distance, he sought Yami's slender form standing in front of a small chestnut table topped with odd looking displays of items and still without a garment to mask his modesty. The smaller other's back was turned and his bottom was clearly visible. A streak of arousal coursed through Kaiba from witnessing this and his mouth parted in a small gape. It wasn't so much that he was that attracted to the backside of another male, but the memories of the previous day sparked a hungry desire within him. One thought plagued his mind: he needed to have Yami, now. Instinctively, he tired to sit up, but his arms were still bound within the arm binds and handcuffs. However, he was now free of any bindings that were once below the waist. Without a second thought, Seto began shifting his body to enable himself to a sitting position. The jingling and clanking of the chain around his collar skittered against the floor; the sound catching Yami's attention immediately.

 

But instead of facing his former victim, Yami remained occupied with his unseen interests in front of him on the table. Knowing Seto well, he was certain he was attempting to free himself. A comical and cute image of this drifted into Yami's mind and he smiled slightly. Then with a sigh, he shook his head,. “Seto, I told you...” he began, his tone rich and slightly reprimanding, “...Stop squirming. Those arm binds are too tight for you to get out of by yourself. You really should wait for me to get them for you.” Obviously, Yam's words were ignored. Melodic jingles were still heard. “Seto, are you listening to--” he trailed off and inhaled sharply when he was grabbed suddenly from behind by the back of his hair. With motions quicker than Yami could fully comprehend, Seto briskly wrapped a roll of thick glossy pink tape around Yami's eyes and mouth multiple times and then let the remaining roll dangle by the side of Yami's face. Although his hands were still bound by the metal cuffs, Seto managed to grab both of Yami's arms and clasp a short 1 inch chain to the bands of leather around the slender wrists. The lithe pharaoh gave no signs of a struggle as Seto forced him down atop the small wooden table before them with a shove. The sound of Seto's ragged breathing was the only guide Yami could decipher while the sounds of objects crashing to the floor and clattering across the table overlapped it. Out of the strange assortments of toys and accessories Yami had on the table, one of them that didn't seem out of place was made out of several rings of various sizes, held together by strips of leather. Otherwise known as the Gates of Hell. With swift fingers, Seto snatched up the particular item and slid the steel and leather contraption around Yami's length with one hand.

 

“There's one thing I forgot to tell you, Atem...” Seto panted, dipping his hands briskly into a jar of lubrication; slathering it over his hardness and the warm sheath to that weapon. A loud throaty grunt emerged from Yami as he writhed, blindfolded, bound and gagged atop the hard surface as Seto impatiently inserted himself within Yami's welcoming heat, “I'm double jointed,” the tawny-haired male concluded and grit his teeth as he drove quickly and familiarly into Yami.

 

A whimpering groan was the only sound Yami gave as his body was heaved roughly forwards and back against the table; the fullness of the moment pulsing deep inside him. Seto on the other hand, remained rather silent. His eyes raced with enticed hunger and retribution as he relentlessly dominated Yami. The table rattled with a vengeance uninhibited by their raw desire and hungered lust. “Mmmnnnn!!” Yami moaned loudly into the tape, fueling Seto on even more. A low breathy moan slipped briefly from inbetwixt Seto's lips, as did his tongue, while he drove fervently into Yami. Only one thought plagued his mind. Revenge. Delicious, humiliating revenge.

 

“You thought you could get away with playing Pharaoh, did you, Atem!?” Seto taunted; his tone emphasizing its inflection with every thrust. “Did you really think you could restrain me?? Huh?? Answer me!” he mused, giving Yami's backside a slap. A muffled cry flew from Yami and his body reacted on its own, rocking back into Seto's motions. Witnessing this, an arrogant laugh thrived in Seto's throat, “You're such a slut, Atem... You liked that, did you?” A lewd and shameless groan wavered from Yami from Kaiba's words and from the engulfing of their sensual high. Promptly, he nodded, his head resting on its side against the solid tabletop. The sharp sound of a slap shot through the air as Seto delivered Yami another branding smack. And Yami was loving every second of it.

 

“What's wrong, 'Pharaoh'? Can't handle your subordinates??” Seto seethed, challenge littered throughout his words. “You better answer me,” he continued, his words rich with a sadistic lining. Roughly, he gripped at the thin material of the latex halter that covered Yami's torso. His frantic glacial hues darted to the rapid flickering of a row of candles atop a longer table next to them. A dark idea played through his mind and his eyes glimmered in the wavering light; his unspoken desires teeming within those indigo eyes. Without a word, Seto dug his fingers into the top and literally ripped it off of Yami's bowing body, exposing the luxurious tanned flesh beneath. A deep sound of appeasement drifted from Seto from this and he couldn't stop himself from leaning down and sending bites over that delicious skin. “MMMPHMMMNNN RRRNNNMTO!!” Yami cried, his body arching into every pinch of Seto's teeth. Due to the restrictions his licentious other wrought on him, not knowing where or what Seto would do next to his body thrilled Yami to his core. Unable to move the way he wanted, Yami resulted in banging his head mildly atop the table; inwardly screaming for more from the only one who could give him what he wanted. Needed.

 

And Seto knew Yami better than he himself realized. He knew exactly what to give his rival based from his reactions and wanton noises alone. Harshly, Seto roughly grabbed a fistful of Yami's hair and pulled his body against his bare chest to allow him to reach for one of the novena candles. Then just as forcefully, he pushed Yami back down against the small table and held him in place while still thrusting madly into him. Holding the fiery item up above Yami's body the few inches the handcuffs would allow, Seto tilted the glass- encased candle downwards. His breath came in ragged anticipated pants as a small rivulet of hot wax rippled down the length of the clear container and speckled over the exposed small of Yami's back. With an alarmed, but enticed yelp, Yami arched his back into the sudden unexpected sensations playing against his skin. Enraptured blue eyes devoured Yami's behavior closely. Contented with the reaction, a corrupted grin marked Seto's lips and he lowered the candle an inch closer to Yami's body. This time, he drizzled a thin trail of hot wax along the top of Yami's shoulders, down the luscious curve of that beckoning back, to the soft curve of his bottom.

 

“Hnnnmmmnngghh!!!!!!!” Yami bellowed, squirming left and right about the table. “Mmmtooooo!” he moaned audaciously. Seto's eyes widened from the blatant cry of his name. If that tape hadn't been as tight as it was around Yami's mouth, Seto swore the amorous male would have it wide open with cries of his name dribbling down that proper chin. With a swift flicker of his wrists, Seto threw the encased candle against the wall. It crashed against the hard surface upon impact and instantly nulled its burning light. Using both cuffed hands, Seto gripped Yami at his hips and thrust rapidly inside of him; their slicked bodies glistening with sweat. The table beneath them began to creak loudly. Both of them knew that if they continued as they were, the weakened wood would not be able to brace it for long. Yet, neither male gave any concern towards the possibility. In fact, let it break. Seto would appreciate the acclamation to his already sizable... ego. His tongue traced along his upper lip at the thought and delivered a new wave of powerful thrusts into his mewling Pharaoh. Needless to mention, the fragile crafted wood lost the balance of one of its legs and gained a spreading crack down its center where Yami was getting blissfully pummeled into it. Before the weakened table clattered to the floor in pieces, Seto grabbed Yami around his waist and held him close to his chest. Instinctively, his hands slid beneath Yami's thighs and he guided those succulent hips to ride him. Once the table finally fell to a broken heap on the floor, Seto's eyes scanned the room for another spot. Soon, his wary eyes landed on the duo of cabinets Yami had used to stand atop earlier. Those azure orbs gleamed with satisfaction as he found his temporary solution. With a grunt, he kicked the dilapidated wooden table out of his way as he headed for the destination.

 

In his haze of sensual stupor, the room around Yami was spinning. His body nearly instantaneously turned to putty against the toned muscles of Seto's torso while he bobbed his body atop his length. Although they were deep in pure raw passion, Yami found himself submerged in the feeling of being in Seto's arms. He loved the thump of Seto's rapid heartbeat against his back and right behind the rhythm his own. There was something secure and secretive within that embrace that Yami was certain he was the only one to witness it. A soft moan strayed from him from several deep and moderate thrusts from Seto and he rested his head against Seto's shoulder. Yami wasn't sure if Seto knew, but he was in love with this feeling. But before he could fully bask in being encircled by Seto's closeness, he felt his body shoved hard against another polished surface and the searing pleasure of his stretched entrance being raided further.

 

The cabinets shuddered and quivered from each uninhibited motion that thundered against them. Rugged pants and muffled sounds filled the room; impassioned consummation assimilating with honest ardor. “Atem...” Seto breathed; his tone hinting towards an approaching act or mention of a challenge, “Can you hear me, you slut...?” he taunted, bringing his mouth close to Yami's ear.

“Mmmmphhh!!” Yami retorted back; his body shivering from the heat of Seto's breath against his ear. “Good. There's something I want you to do for me...” he continued, taking the liberty of biting the top of Yami's ear and approving of the sound that reverberated from his tanned throat. The roll of tape bounced softly against Yami's cheek while his head was turned to one side and tilted up slightly against the cabinets. Although Seto couldn't see his eyes, he just knew those drops of amaranth were rolled up into his head. Seto snorted inwardly from the effect he knew he had on Yami and gave his ear another bite.

“Nnnmm!”

“Done with your power trips now? Did you have fun taking advantage of me? I haven't forgotten what you tricked me into taking this morning, Atem!” Seto declared directly into Yami's ear. “And I haven't forgotten the little fun you had torturing me, chaining me to the ceiling and fucking me...” he sneered, his lips curved into a deceptive smirk, “... ordering me to call you 'Pharaoh'. Did you enjoy 'punishing' me?”

“Mmto....!?” Yami questioned into the tape.

“Answer me, 'Pharaoh',” Seto commanded, ceasing his thrusts. A sound mixed with that of a whimper and an impassioned growl emitted from Yami from the lack of motion, although his body still felt the reverberations perfectly. In the midst of it all, Yami felt Seto's chest brush against the back of his head. It almost seemed as if he were reaching for something. A haze of curiosity flurried through his mind while he tried to figure out what Seto could be doing. But his attention quickly detoured elsewhere once he felt Seto begin to press his hips against him in solid solitary thrusts. Yami curled his hands into fists and gripped at the chain between the the bands of leather around his wrists and held it as tightly as he could. Seto could easily notice the movement of Yami's fingers against his torso. A sinful chuckle rose from Seto; brashly, he reached both cuffed hands around Yami and grasped the chain that was still attached to his hasp collar. With a possessive yank, Seto pulled the cool metal over Yami's right shoulder and held it firmly in one hand. Occupying his other hand...

 

“I'm only going to ask this one more time...” he sneered, tightening his hold on the chain like a leash and regaining a steady tempo with his thrusts. “Did you have fun making me your slave, Atem?” Yami paused in answering momentarily. Seto's ministrations within him were much too great to ignore. And Seto anticipated that. A sharp cracking sound shot into the air, joined with an astonished yelp from Yami. Amused, Seto twirled the riding crop with his fingers before striking Yami again across the back. “NNNNNMMMGGGGGGGGGHH!!” Yami shouted obscenely into the tape. In retaliation, Seto jerked harder on the leash, “You're disappointing me,” he taunted, unsheathing from his desire.

 

His mind a disoriented collaboration of haze and dizziness, Yami hardly felt Seto spin him around and tear the tape down from around his mouth and eyes. Once his blurred vision began to dilute, Yami found himself face to face with Seto. A smug, deceptive and cunning expression framed his face that caused those piercing blue eyes to challenge his being far beyond its limits. While Yami was lost in his pinpointing gaze, Seto drew the end of the riding crop beneath his desire's chin. Pulling on the chained leash once more, Seto forced Yami's head to tilt upwards at a slanted angle. “Well? I'm waiting, 'Pharaoh',” Seto commanded darkly. A wave of shock flickered over Yami's features, enhancing the deep carmine that marked his cheeks. Panting faintly, Yami opened his mouth wider to speak his candid words. But at the last second, his expression turned prideful and a smirk touched his lips. “What do you think?”

 

A fluttering of adhesives and clinking chains resounded through the air. In the next moment, a blindfolded scantily clad Yami was tossed, with a shout, to the floor. His back and cuffed arms took the brunt of the fall and his body arched from the sudden sensations of discomfort. While he groused and called for his rival, the fuming mahogany haired male approached Yami slowly. He would always be quick to become annoyed from the attitude of his prideful counterpart, but the more Yami irritated him, the faster Seto grew aroused by it. “Seto!” Yami announced, “What are you planning to do with me, now hmmm?” Wordless, Seto wondered about that himself. He wasn't finished with Yami by any means. Certainly not. His frigid eyes traveled over Yami's body as his chest rose and fell rapidly with anticipation. The shimmering gloss of the full length latex gloves and thigh high boots danced hotly in the candlelight. Seto felt himself lick his lips from the visage of Yami laying there, arms cuffed behind him, blindfolded, wearing that thick collar, gloves and boots...

 

Delicious.

 

Yami's breaths caught in his throat from the sound of Seto nearing his direction. “Seto?” he wondered. But instead of sensing his presence beside him, Yami felt Seto pass him. A rippling shiver ran through his body from the thought of Seto just leaving him there for anyone to walk in and find him. “I'm not leaving,” Seto stated, “but you shouldn't relax at all, Atem.”

“?”

“For one, stop thinking out loud. And second...” he trailed off, kneeling in front of Yami.

“What??”

“Shut up,” Seto uttered and before Yami could retaliate, the tape that was once around his mouth returned. Yami gave little struggle towards Seto's possessive advances, but that did not stop the muffled words that spewed from his mouth and against the barrier of the tape. While Yami was occupied, Seto knelt down in-between his glossed legs and slid his hands behind Yami's back. Yami's body eagerly reacted to Seto's touch, arching his back to allow the taller male better access to whatever it was he was attempting to do. Silently, Seto unclasped the metal tether at Yami's wrists and pulled his gloved hands above his head on the floor. There, Seto rejoined the chain so that his desire's wrists were again harnessed together.

 

An enticed groan thrived in his throat. The view was perfect.

 

“....” Seto uttered, using words that only Yami would understand as he eased himself within the heated depths; those same walls that were fit for him and only him. Yami grunted suddenly, forcing his body to relax against the returning intrusion. Impatiently, his hips began to press against Seto's, urging his lover on. “Hnnn,” Seto mused, pulling at the chain at Yami's collar, “You're not getting away that easily, Atem. You belong to me. I decide what you will do,” he continued, leaning slightly to his right to pick up another vial of a novena candle. As he kept a moderate pace within Yami, Seto spilled the contents of the candle about the responsive skin of Yami's chest and nipples. Not expecting the return of the heated wax, Yami's body jolted suddenly, momentarily launching him half an inch off the floor.

 

“Do you enjoy this Atem? You deserve it after what you did to me.... You deserve to be humiliated.” Seto grinned, drizzling the wax down Yami's abdomen; tracing the “KC” logo of his company beneath his navel. Incoherent moans and mewls emitted from Yami as he writhed about on the floor and tightened his legs against Seto's. But the CEO didn't stop there. While the candle continued to burn and melt new drops of the thick substance, Seto ventured lower, allowing Yami's caged length to be assaulted by the silky calidity. A throaty shriek tore from Yami from the feel of the hot wax devouring the most forbidden of places as if it were a chalice of fine ambrosia. The buildup inside of him was reaching the height of its containment as he bucked his hips fervently against Seto; deepening the penetration. “Can't hold it in, Atem?” Seto sneered lustfully, hastening his rhythm. Grasping Yami firmly at by a thigh with one hand, he led the candle lower still to where his powerful endowment stabbed mercilessly at Yami's core. The both of them became victim to the sensitive sensations as the wax added an extra addition of heat that sent them loudly immersing within the swell of their overwhelming climax.

 

Yami's body bows into a near perfect c shape as his essence erupted from his being; strong multiple waves rippling throughout his entire body and spurting feverishly in aimless directions. The floors, the candles, and especially Seto himself fell victim to the ivory expulsion. A low growl settled in Seto's throat from the messy and careless display. Speckles of Yami's expelled lust dappled Seto's cheek, chin and even his bangs in a thin coat. Allure and a hidden emotion swam within him as his tongue instinctively snuck out between his lips and caught a hint of Yami's taste that trickled there. Then, his eyes narrowed. Silently, he unsheathed himself from Yami and yanked roughly on the leash. Yami's exhausted body sat up immediately as if he weighed less than air. Swiftly, Seto shifted his legs on either side of Yami's; ignoring the pulse of his softening harnessed endowment against his bottom. With a solid pull, Seto forced down the tape from Yami's eyes and mouth yet again.

 

“Lick,” Seto commanded huskily. Taking a quick breath, Yami shut his eyes and got to work lapping the creamed aphrodisia off Seto's face with lusty curls of his tongue. Smoldering blue eyes watched in fascination and calculation before hiding behind white lids and being enveloped by the emanations of the moment. “There,” Yami breathed, pulling away from Seto slightly enough to be able to see his face in its entirety, “Sorry about that.”

 

Seto said nothing and pulled Yami into a passionate kiss. Gingerly, their tongues mingled with the other; their embrace teetering between exhaustion and acceptance. After all the taunting banter, after all the dominating and mischief, their hearts still beat in resonance of the other. They were beyond just rivals, but a little less than an ordinary couple. Immersed within the subdued moment in stark contrast to the frantic and sadistic behaviors they previously exhibited, Seto felt his hands move on their own towards Yami. Slowly, his cuffed hands crept beneath the curve of Yami's chin and hovered there, not touching Yami's skin in any way. With each passing second, his hands grew closer to either side of Yami's face. It wasn't until Yami inhaled with surprise and broke their kiss, did Seto realize that his hands now cupped Yami's cheeks. Tenderly. And possessively.

 

Silence drifted between them; shaded sapphire entranced within dazzling amaranth. Intricate volumes of voiceless secrets and understandings passed between those eyes without any words needing to be breathed to life. Eternities simmered into mere seconds between the two of them; their universes colliding in a burst of a genuine entity as the gap between their mouths ceased. Seto kissed Yami carefully, expressing his rarely shown vulnerability in that single embrace.

 

Moments later, the two of them lay rested against the long table behind them; Seto against one of the legs, with Yami snuggled against his chest. The chains and contraption that once adorned Yami were removed. When his breathing became normal again, Yami tilted his head upwards, lazily seeking out Seto's eyes. Wary to Yami's movements, Seto cracked one eye open at him. “What.”

“...Seto... “

“Yes, what is it, Yami?”

“Well...” he hesitated, looking away for a moment, only to have his face returned to Seto's with a finger beneath his chin. Those glacial orbs pierced Yami to his very core; wisps of a warning to not avoid asking or telling him anything flickering within them. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

“What are we, Seto?” The words tumbled candidly from Yami's mouth, “What do our actions reflect on our relationship? Or lack thereof. What consequences do we face?”

Not believing he heard his counterpart correctly, Seto's eyes narrowed even more and his grip tightened on Yami's chin. “You did not just ask me a series of stupid questions just now, did you...”

“Seto, I am being serious!” Yami pressed, raising his voice a tad, “I want to know where we stand. If all we have to look forward to is sex between the two of us then, I....”

“Stop and listen to yourself. Do you really think I would choose just anyone to fuck? Give me a little more credit than that, would you?!” he groused with a twinge of sarcasm to his tone, “If you have to ask, that says a lot about how you see this 'relationship or lack thereof', Yami.”

“I did not mean it in that way, Seto!”

“That is exactly how you meant it, otherwise you would have kept your mouth shut!”

“Look,” Yami began, removing himself from Seto's grip, “all I want to know is what are we? Are we able to classify ourselves as an actual couple? Are we... 'serious'?” he questioned, naively using the slang term only in the ways he had heard Yugi or the others use it in a sentence. Seto stared speechlessly at his delirious counterpart in awe for how dense he was behaving. He also felt a wrenching at his heart from Yami missing the weighty volumes of the kiss he had just delivered to him minutes ago after their declaration of unity.

Misreading Seto's ranged features of various negative expression, Yami risked tapping him on the shoulder. “Seto? I apologize, I shouldn't have...”

“How can you ask me that?” He could feel his anger bubble to a boiling point. But instead of yelling at Yami to get him to understand, he took in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. For now, he would attempt to see the situation from Yami's point of view. “If you're worried about us not having any foundation, you're wrong. YOU of all people should have the least to worry about. As much as you nag, and complain, you're already like a damn wife to me.”

Yami blinked, not expecting this turn of events in the least. “W-wife? Again? I do not nag you! And calling me your wife does not answer my question!”

“See? There you go. Just like any other speak-before-thinking wife.”

“Then, I want a June wedding,” Yami demanded quickly all in one breath and glaring sternly at Seto.

Utter astonishment washed over Seto's features and his mouth hung open in a gape while he pondered a comeback. Unfortunately, nothing good enough came to him. “Yami, it's January.”

“I know,” the smaller male smirked, eyes glistening, “And if you truly believe in what you just said, then I'm telling you, I want to have a June wedding. Period.”

“You don't just have a spur of the moment wedding, Yami!”

“This isn't spur of the moment. I'm giving you a few months in advance.”

“You are missing the point!”

“Am I? Perhaps you refuse to see things in my perspective. Unless, there is another individual you would rather be with instead?”

“Who else is there”

A small childish smile graced Yami's lips. “Ishizu.”

Seto raised a brow and laughed as if it were the most humorous thing he had heard all day. While he did have respect for the beautifully exotic young woman, Seto's eyes had always lingered in the direction of another, much shorter, Egpytian's elegance. The very same Egyptian that was just spouting nonsense about his loyalty and affection. “Me? With Ishizu? Please. If I'm not mistaken, didn't you once find her rather interesting?”

“More than you know, but not enough to try to elope with her. I respect and care for her as a dear friend, but nothing more.”

“Then what interest do you have in me with her around, hmm?”

Yami said nothing at first, his eyes fleeting intently between Seto's. Without warning, he tilted his head back and touched his mouth to Seto's. And as if a switch was triggered, Seto snaked his arms around Yami's slender form and pulled him harder and deeper into the kiss. Once they parted, airy pants drifted from them and a wave of absolute satisfaction broke over their forms. And as if he were the perfect fiery missing puzzle piece to Seto's frigidity, Yami again cuddled against him. Taking his large hand in his slender one, Yami gave it a firm squeeze. “Because... you are my absolute and my only rival. And more than that, you are mine.”

“Hnnn Whatever. Be delusional if you want. You belong to me.”

“Hahaha....” Yami chuckled freely, enjoying the candid open feeling of being himself with Seto, “Also, I meant what I said.”

“So did I. And?”

“And by the way, Seto...” Yami pondered, perplexity drifting over his features.

Seto snorted, “What is it now”

“Why do you only call me Atem when we're copulating?”

“... Another stupid question...”

 

-

 

FINALLY!! Another one for you Lemmie!!!

 

Arabic-

Bahga- Delight

 

Items used ( if u don't know what they are, google em and check out bondage shops!)

Gates of Hell

Random remote controlled egg vibrator with a heating feature

Spreader bar (to keep Seto's legs spread)

Riding crop

Random tub of lube lol

Novena candles (without the holy depictions on it O.o)

Chains

Sex sling

Leather arm binds (they hold the length of your arms and hands too, usually)

Leather hand cuffs

Sperm plug (the “jewelry”, not the kind from animals)

Roofie lol

Glossy pink and black tape that only sticks to itself and nothing else

Other stuff that escapes me at the momentarily

TO BE FREAKIN' CONTINUED (with at least one more chapter)

 

-Mel