Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Everywhere and nowhere ❯ Following fate ( Chapter 5 )
It was well into the evening by the time Seto, Mother and Ryou had finished chatting together happily, and they probably would have gone on longer if the children hadn't been released for the day from their lessons. As though each of them had an in built radar for Ryou's location, fifteen sets of tiny feet sped across the floor boards of the hall way, announcing their arrival with a flurry of hollow sounding thunder before the kitchen door was flung open, the munchkin gang tumbling inside.
Just as the CEO expected, instantly the children swarmed around where Ryou was perched upon one of the wooden table stools, all trying their best to catch his attention in any way possible, making the pale teen laugh at the funny faces and anecdotes told to him happily.
What he hadn't expected though, was that Marina, the little girl from earlier complete with one eyed, plushie grey cat would by pass Ryou and climb, quite brazenly, into the CEO's lap. Seto fish mouthed for a moment, looking beseechingly at Ryou but found his luck was out, considering his companion was absorbed in the group of children around him.
“... Marina?” He tried hesitantly, peering over the little girls shoulder as she sat with her back to his chest, holding Button's, the little grey cat, under it's two front arms and dancing it up and down on her thighs contently. “What are you doing?”
“Sitting in your lap.”
Hn. Perhaps he needed to be a little more specific. “Yes, I can see that... Why?” “ 'Cos Ryou's busy and your nice, like Mama.” Oh good Lord, a nineteen year old CEO and he was being compared to a fifty something nun, that couldn't be a good thing...
Thankfully, the same fifty something nun came to his rescue, and Seto vowed he would never think badly of the woman again. Chuckling softly Mother plucked Marina from Seto's lap, smiling fondly at both munchkin and CEO and promising the young girl an audience with the older brunette another time. Seto was going to have to check his diary...
“We really should be going, Mother...” Ryou murmured sadly to the kindly looking nun, the children erupting into a chorus of disappointed groans and whines which the albino skillfully soothed with a placating smile and the stroking of a few tousled heads. “Aw, come on. You know I'll be back soon!” He vowed, beaming at all the little individuals in turn. Seto lifted his hand to his mouth to hide a smile, Ryou's smile had the same effect on those children as it did on the millions of his adoring fans.
Pulling the child from his lap and setting the curly haired boy on the floor the albino set about pressing a kiss to each sticky cheek that was offered to him, murmuring promises into sad faces that he'd be back as soon as he could, and as he watched on Seto was convinced he heard his name mentioned hopefully on the list of a return visit.
Finally issuing the last kiss, this one to the cheek of Mother who tapped her finger against it invitingly causing the young model to giggle, Ryou turned his smile to Seto who stood from his seat, ready to leave. Shuffling over to him shyly, looking up at him through his long lashes in a look that never failed to have the CEO's breath quicken the pale teen slipped his fingers into Seto's warm, slightly moist palm, a thick blush highlighting the delicate arch of his cheek bones. Chocolate eyes with endless depths looked up at him timidly, and at the CEO's reassuring smile and gentle squeeze of his fingers the young teen rewarded the taller with a beaming smile that made his knees feel weak.
With the car still waiting for them outside, the pair made their way through the old school building hand in hand, Ryou leading the way and Seto happy to follow along close by his side. As they walked the blue eyed teen couldn't help as his gaze slipped sideways, admiring Ryou's profile without the boy knowing in quick, secretive glances. Letting his eyes linger a moment too long on the boys soft, peach coloured lips he flushed when he realised he'd been caught, the albino blushing thickly but those same lips he'd been admiring a moment before quirking into a shy smile as he stroked his thumb briefly against the other's palm. It was simple gesture, which could have almost gone unnoticed if it weren't for the underlying affection that marked it in the CEO's mind.
Walking down the steps towards the awaiting limo Seto smiled fondly as Ryou twisted his upper body to try and wave at all the little faces who, just like upon their arrival, were pressed eagerly against the painted panes of glass, any window with a frame that opened wide enough yielding to eager waving hands. Chuckling softly the CEO's arm immediately went around the boy's waist as he stumbled, smiling amusidly into the furiously blushing face and guiding to the car, not bothering to remove his arm.
“Oh, I'm so glad you came with me Seto!” Ryou breathed with a pleased smile as he scooted across the dark leather square of seats, sitting facing the CEO as he climbed in after him with his cheeks a little flushed from left over excitement.
Seto had to smile at the vision he presented, a giddy smile lighting his pale features as though with some inner light, coffee coloured eyes dancing happily with sparks of joyful energy lighting their depths.
“I've never taken anyone to see all my children before, not even Bakura...” At the mention of his brother some of the albino's energy seemed to dim, lashes lowering to veil his eyes and gaze down cast as he mumbled “He thinks it's all a waste of time...”
The Kaiba Corp owner snorted, waving a dismissive hand and annoyed with Ryou's manager that he could upset the boy so. Knowing somewhat of how protective the elder albino boy was he doubted it was on purpose, but Bakura's casual dismissal of Ryou's work obviously pained the boy deeply.
“I doubt very much those children think it's a waist of time, Ryou...” He murmured soothingly, sliding along his seat to get closer to his little infatuation, their thighs so close Seto could feel the presence of the other boy's body heat like a hot brand against his skin through the suit he wore. “You're giving all of those children hope,
Ryou, and a future. How can that be a waste of time...?”
Smiling softly the CEO reached out and cupped the teen's alabaster cheek in his palm, feeling the warmth of his blush beneath his fingers as he applied gentle pressure, just enough to get the boy to look back in his direction from where he'd been gazing at the carpeted floor of the limousine.
Peeking up through his lashes the younger teen smiled softly, his blush still staining right across his usually pale cheeks and straight over the bridge of his nose. “I...I guess your right...” He murmured shyly, turning his face so the tip of his nose and the corner of his lips grazed against the CEO's palm, warm breath ghosting lightly against the skin and making the brunette suppress a shiver.
“I know I am.” Seto agreed without a hint of modesty, his usual soft and controlled voice a little rough around the edges as he smirked, slipping his palm down a little to change his grip, the albino's chin caught between his fingers as he kept him in place. Leaning down to claim the sweet cushions of his lips with his own, cobalt blue eyes locked on startled brown as they got wider the closer he came Seto watched Ryou's eyes finally slip closed with fluttering lashes at the seemingly long awaited contact.
With his lips pressed firmly against Ryou's, Seto felt the same, familiar fire course through his veins at the contact between them, liquid passion seeming to fill him right down to his Armani designer shoes. Keeping his eyes open as he pulled his lips away a fraction only to press them close again, working their mouths together with gentle persuasion, the CEO drank in every detail of his companion like a dying man would water.
With his cheeks still tainted a pretty red Ryou's impossibly long, grey lashes fluttered lightly against his unblemished skin, his nostrils flaring just a little as he breathed out continuous sighs through his nose, the sweet air breezing across Seto's nose and lips, the CEO sharing a mingled breath with the younger boy.
After long moments of gentle coaxing, timidly, Ryou's lips began to move with Seto's, shyly returning the pressure and touch with an inexperienced innocence that made the brunettes heart swell and head swim. Daringly flicking his tongue against the tiny opening in the centre of the teen's lips, the Kaiba Corp owner was delightfully surprised when they parted willingly, allowing him full access to what lay within with a small, surrendering mewl.
Releasing Ryou's chin from his grasp Seto leaned forwards, bracing his hands either side of the albinos head on the limo wall, the smaller teen leaning back fully against the cool, leather seat as the CEO loomed over him. As soon as Seto's tongue swept boldly out to plunder the depth's of Ryou's mouth the whitenette moaned, curling his tongue up timidly to curl against the intruder, issuing an answering growl from deep within the blue eyed teens chest.
Seto Kaiba devoured his porcelain companion, his tongue licking at the roof and base of his mouth, against his tongue and teeth and gums, leaving no crevasse unexplored. Ryou's small, pale fingers clutched desperately at the lapels of Kaiba's suit, clenching so hard his knuckles turned stark white before relaxing completely, a tirade of mewls and pleasured whimpers being lost into Seto's hungry mouth.
Seto would be damned if he'd meant for things to get this heated, but with the taste of Ryou fresh upon his tongue, his lips supple and willing beneath his own and the teen clinging to him as though he were drowning he'd also be damned if he could stop. He was so going to hell for this...
Switching from bracing his weight with both hands to just the fore arm of one, pushing Ryou further back into the leather as he came closer the CEO used his free hand to hastily pull the boy's shirt from where it had been tucked into his jeans, and was just about to open the middle button in the row to slip his hand inside when...
“Uh...M-Mr Kaiba?” The driver was twisted in his seat, the long, oblong window that separated this compartment from his slid across into the open position, his cap held over his eyes as he nervously cleared his throat, his blush stark on his neck against the pristine white collar of his shirt. “We've arrived at Ryou's house, s-sir...”
That man was so fired...
Feeling the material of his jacket being pulled open the CEO looked down curiously, despite his obvious annoyance at being interrupted just when things were about to get more interesting his lips quirking in a small, amused smile. Ryou, obviously mortified at being discovered 'getting it on' with the young brunette by another person had hid himself against the CEO's chest, burrowing shyly into the folds of his suit jacket with his hotly blushing cheek pressed intimately against the material of his shirt.
Seto couldn't find it in him to be annoyed any more, his animosity towards the driver evaporating into nothingness. It was hard to feel things such as anger and annoyance, when a brightly blushing kitten was nuzzling against your chest...
“We'll be right out...”
[Scene change: Ryou's kitchen, ten minutes later]
When Ryou invited him to stay for coffee Seto Kaiba, owner of his own international company and, right now, raging libido and high hopes, he hadn't pictured that it would actually involve...Well...Coffee...
Sat on a comfortable, English pub styled bar stool complete with green leather and a rim of ornate silver furniture tacks that held it too the wooden frame, the CEO smiled his thanks as Ryou returned from the stove and slipped a steaming mug of dark brew across the rough hewn, farmstead style wooden table towards him, a brown mug with cream already set down.
Judging by the smell Kaiba guessed that Ryou had opted for tea rather then coffee, and smiled with secretive delight as the boy poured a generous amount of runny, pale cream into his mug with it, along with a spoon of honey from a little glass jar. He couldn't get much cuter.
Cradeling his own plain, deep blue mug between his palms, feeling the heat seeping through the ceramics to warm his fingers pleasantly he watched Ryou stir his tea with a spoon before setting it aside, raising his own blue and white striped mug to his lips. Happening to raise his eyes he caught the CEO watching him, and Seto smiled as he saw the albino blush and raise his mug a little as though to try and hide behind it, even as his lips curved in a shy, adoring smile.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Seto was startled as the kitchen door swung open and Ryou's dark clone strutted inside.
Bakura was dressed to kill, or at least seriously maim in a pair of deep crimson coloured, leather pants that rode dangerously low on his hips, showing the two little bones where his legs connected and navel, complete with little silver ring. His shirt was a rich, inky black, clinging indecently to his slender, lithe frame and designed in such a way that, no matter how it was worn, it would never reach the hem of his dangerous pants. His shoulder length, pale white hair had been died crimson at the tips, pulled into a high tail at the back of his head. It was obvious 'Mr Bakura' was off for a night on the town...
“What the hell is he doing here?!” The older albino demanded in a low, gravely rumble, gaze locked on Ryou as he tilted his chin up defiantly, hands going to rest on slender hips.
“I invited him, 'Kura, “Ryou defended lightly. “I didn't think you'd mind...”
“We've talked about this, Ryou. You know damn well I haven't talked to him yet...” Somehow, the word 'talk' was laced with a dangerous double meaning that had Seto gripping tighter onto the strangely comforting, warm presence of the mug between his palms, his cobalt eyes narrowing.
“Now, look here Bakura-”
“That's Mr Bakura to you, rich fuck. Now, shut the hell up.” To his own utter amazement, the CEO found himself obeying, his mouth snapping shut with an audible click and his jaw tensing so much the muscle throbbed. Whether he'd stopped talking through sheer shock, or couldn't find words through his anger it was hard to tell.
“I think you need to step into my office, Mr Kaiba...” Bakura drawled lazily, and if Seto had thought his pants were dangerous that was nothing compared to the feral smile the older albino was sending his way...
[Scene change: Bakura's office]
Bakura's 'office', much to Seto's surprise, turned out to be an actual office. The room was upstairs at the end off the hallway, and from what Seto could tell it was probably the largest one in the house. The bottom of the walls were panelled in a rich, dark wood with large swirls of lighter, toffee coloured grain, the top half painted a deep, jade green that was accented nicely by the green leather panel on the writing desk.
Both desk and the high backed leather computer chair were located facing from the large, clear glassed arching window, impressively framing Bakura within it as he stalked to his chair, throwing himself into it and immediately crossing long legs at the ankles on top of a pile of papers on his desk.
Seto noted absently there was only one chair...
Trying desperately not to appear too perturbed by Bakura's red tinted gaze, attempting to keep his weight evenly balanced on both feet rather then shifting from one to the other as he regarded the albino before him with a forced show of calm and cool.
Kaiba wouldn't mind adimitting he was stunned as to how two people could be so similar, and yet utterly and entirely different. Both were slight in frame, the kind of figure that where, no matter how much they worked out or pumped iron all they would achieve would be a nice bit of definition, rather then any bulging musculature. Both had the same pale platinum coloured hair, the same slightly slanted eyes and impossibly long lashes.
In Bakura, however, Ryou's delicate, almost frail features were sharpened dramatically, even the point of Bakura's nose and chin containing more dramatic angles then his younger companion. Every thing about Bakura seemed more refined and dangerous, and no matter how hard he tried Seto couldn't find any of the models softness in his manager brother. Bakura's eyes, compared to Ryou's soft chocolate brown were a deep, reddish mahogany, his smile always seeming to contain something sinister.
Ryou was gloriously innocent and open.
You couldn't shake the feeling Bakura knew your deepest, darkest secret and wasn't afraid to use it...
“So.” Seto challenged, folding his arms over his chest and trying to appear board by the turn of events. “I'm here, what do you want?”
Slowly, a smile spread across Bakura's with a slightly fox like edge, his dangerously handsome features accented by the trace amounts of make-up he wore, obviously for the benefit of where ever he was going before he decided to have a nice little chat with the most influential man in the world.
“Well, rich dick...” He drawled lazily, leaning further back in chair with one arm cushioning the back of his head, idly his free hand reaching across the desk to snatch the letter opener there. Smirking, red tinted gaze on the letter opener as he set his finger on the pommel, rocking it back and forth upon the wood and gouging out tiny half-moons onto the surface he slowly raised his gaze to his companion.
Seto tried not to flinch.
“It's pretty simple, even for you. Ryou, oblivious little git that he is, is the only family I have left, and I take family very, very seriously...”
Seto's hand curled into fists, his nails digging into the fabric of his jacket arms as he tried valiantly not to leap to Ryou's defense as Bakura insulted him, no matter how minorly. Some how, he had the feeling that wasn't going to help matters any, and so with a clenched jaw he asked “And you're telling me this because...?”
Bakura snorted, switching his grip on the letter opener so his palm encased the pommel, digging the tip into his nail to scratch out imaginary dirt. “You hurt him, in any way, he cries one tear over your sorry, gold encrusted arse and I'll carve it into strips and sell it as jewellery, got it?”
Now, being the richest man in the world, Seto Kaiba was used to having threats made on his life. The difference, however, was their weren't being made by his possible love interests highly protective older brother. But, being an highly protective older brother himself, he found he could relate to why Bakura was doing what he was doing.
“Oh, and you either ask him to be your boyfriend leave him the fuck alone.”
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me.” Bakura murmured lowly in his strong British accent, fixing a stunned Seto with a penetrating gaze, a wave of the letter opener in the Kaiba Corp owners direction accenting each of his words. “Ask him to be your boyfriend or piss off. I'm not sure I like you, but you're a hell of a lot better then some obsessive, fucked in the head fan of his. You stop arsing about with him and ask him properly, or get the fuck away.”
“I've no intention of leaving him, no matter what you say!”
Bakura watched Seto for a long, silent moment, mahogany eyes appraising him in a way that left the CEO with a feeling as though his soul was being searched. Defiantly, he tilted his chin up a fraction, bracing his legs a little further apart in a confidant, stubborn stance, returning the chilling gaze with one of his own.
Eventually, Bakura smiled. “Good.” Reaching into the top draw of his desk the albino tossed a book onto the green leather, tapping the cover with one tapering fore finger. Curiously, Seto took a few paces forwards, glancing at Bakura's smirking features and then the cover of the book.
“Fairytales?” He questioned dryly, arching a brow at the albino who just smirked back at him, tapping the cover again.
“Ryou loves this shit. You're gonna want to make it all sickenly romantic for when you ask him, right? Well this has been his favourite since he was a kid.” The albino's smirk grew a notch. “I figured you could use some help.”
[Scene change: Kaiba limo]
After a brief goodbye to an anxious Ryou, assuring him that Bakura hadn't terrorized him too badly, Seto snuck back to the limo with Ryou's book of fairytales tucked carefully within the folds of his jacket.
The Kaiba Corp owner would admit that he'd been thinking of asking Ryou out officially for a while now, pondering the thought late at night when he was on his own, re-playing their all too brief occasions together in his mind like reruns of a movie. Bakura, he decided, may have just given him the last little push that he needed...
Nodding to the driver as he opened the door for him Seto ducked his head and climbed inside with practised ease, sitting back against the seat and immediately fishing out the book from it's hiding place within his jacket.
The book actually looked rather old, the edges of the pages slightly yellowed with the occasional, coffee coloured spot. The cover, the words 'Fair tales of Fairy Tayles' embossed in a pretty gold was faded, the colours now pale pastel shades where once they were obviously bright and vibrant. It had obviously been handled with much love and careful hands, because although the spine was creased with the tell tales signs of frequent readings, there were no torn pages or folded corners to be seen.
Idly, the CEO rested the book on his thighs and flipped through the pages, careful not to cause any damage when it was so obviously loved. Just as he was beginning to despair that it would be no help to him at all, the very last page caught his eye and a secretive smile curved his lips, sinking back into the seat and stroking his fingers over the still glossy image.
“Well now...”
[Scene change: Ryou's house, two days later]
It had taken Seto the best part of two days to track down everything he wanted to make this evening perfect, and for someone as influential and rich as the young CEO, that was a hell of a lot of time.
The majority of his time was actually spent trying to get Bakura to agree to leave the house for the night to leave him alone with Ryou, as well as let him into the boy's room. Luckily, after only six phone calls, five emails and a fax, the pair had managed to negotiate a deal. In exchange for staying in a hotel for the night, a room in the Domino Plaza at Seto's expense, the older albino would receive two new, state of the art Kaiba Corp digital camera's to use in his studio's. No one ever said dealing with Bakura was going to be easy, and it was a small price to pay.
Clearing both the entirety of todays and tomorrows schedule, the brunette had spent almost all day in Ryou's little blue house in the country, making sure everything would be perfect for his arrival home. Both the albino brothers were in one of Bakura's studio's in the city, finishing up a set of commercials they were contracted for for some perfume company.
Scratching his cheek idly with his thumb nail, the rough scrape of the stubble he'd let grow there sounding oddly like the scratch of a match along the lighting paper, the CEO regarded the room before him once more.
The small window on the back wall had the curtains dawn tightly, the heavy fabric blocking out any light that may otherwise filter through and spoil the effect the teen had been aiming for. The bed had been pushed so the head rested against the middle of the back wall, rather then flush against one of the side ones as it had been before. The double had been covered in a deep blue, satin sheet that replaced the usual creamy blue one. The bed itself was covered in hundreds of petals, red and white rose emitting a faint, floral scent into the room, after Seto had been assured Ryou wasn't allergic to the plants.
Leading up to the bed was a walkway of candles, large creamy coloured Roman ones up to about a foot in front of the bed, smaller tea-lights encased in tiny glass jars on every other surface in the room possible, covering the bed side tables and even on the window sills, causing the room to flicker with an inviting, warm glow.
On the floor in front of the bed, the only fair sized space in the room left, was a ring of tea light candles in small, decorative lanterns, the glass just diffusing the light from the candles even more, making everything seem bathed in a rich, golden light.
In the middle of the ring of candles was a fondue set, chocolate already melted in the ceramic pot in the top, only a few solid chunks left to turn to sticky liquid as the candle heated it from below. Next to it was a tray of assorted food; strawberries, marshmallows, honey comb, sliced kiwi and banana, along with little chunks of honeydew and water melon. Two, long handled, double pronged forks were left on the tray as well, ready for use.
There were even two tall glasses of milk set right near by, since nothing went better with chocolate then milk.
Picking up the book from the bed, already at the right page, Seto surveyed the picture once again, satisfied that everything was as close as he could get it. The image was similar to how Ryou's room was now set up, the same walkway of candles leading to an ornate four poster bed, the same ring on the floor in front. Rather then a fondue set, though, the ring of candles in the picture contained a tray of ripe fruits, but Seto had decided fondue would be more fun.
The last thing in the picture was the 'dashing prince', who was awaiting the arrival of his princess after sneaking into her room to surprise her on their wedding evening. Perched on the edge of the bed, a rose in hand, he was portrayed with long, dark wavy hair and the beginnings of a beard, dressed in the outfit that Seto had had specially made from it's likeness.
The brunette was dressed in a white, billowing shirt with sleeves that flared out like the mouth of a lily flower, trailing right down to the middle of his thighs and the hem tucked into his trousers, the material completely open. His trousers were a deep black leather, matt rather then shiny, metal studs going down each leg and the material laced at the very top with two V's of skin showing through the ribbons just under his hips. His boots were heavy black leather, going to mid-calf with studs around the rim of the sole and four heavy metallic buckles going up the front. Around his eyes was a simple, classic black mask, obscuring only the top of his face. A red, long stemmed rose was clutched between his fingers, already shred of all it's thorns by Seto earlier that afternoon.
The CEO would never have believed that Ryou would go for something like this, something like a cross between a biker and a prince, but one look at the page with the picture had assured him.
That page had more signs of wear then any other, the words faded where the ink had rubbed off on eager fingers, the picture dog eared along the outside edge where the book was constantly turned to that page eagerly. If that wasn't enough to convince the CEO that this was Ryou's favourite image in the book, then the small, almost invisible pencil drawn heart next to the 'princes' hand where it rested on the bed sheet was enough.
Now all he had to do was await his princess...
TBC
