Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Everywhere and nowhere ❯ Places old and new ( Chapter 6 )

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

 

Seto Kaiba, richest, and currently, most nervous man in the world paced the small, cosy, candle-lit bedroom of his current infatuation, the blue rug beneath his feet bearing the tell-tale flattened pile of his path. The CEO could never remember feeling like this, the way his stomach felt as though invisible things were crawling around inside of it, a weightlessness in the very pit that made him feel almost faint as he paced. The palms of his hands were damp, his fingers clenching against the leather of his pants as he wiped them against it, leaving smears of moisture in their wake. Seto could never remember feeling this nervous, the anticipation of Ryou's arrival settling in a heavy lump in his throat.    

Everything had to be perfect for Ryou. Just like the little model was. Kaiba found himself checking the room for any imperfections, creating ones out of nothing, changing the angle of the trays of fruit, moving a candle a quarter inch backwards, then forwards again back to its original position. Seto found himself scowling, knowing damn well he was fidgeting. CEO's just don't fidget, damn it!    

Suddenly, Seto heard the tell-tale creak of the front door, followed by the distinct sound of it closing behind the person who entered and, shortly after, the patter of feet upon the hollow wooden stairs. As soon as he glimpsed the shadow of a figure in the slit beneath the door he was ready, taking a deep, steadying breath and standing, as casually as he could manage, in anticipation of Ryou's arrival.    

The teen turned the old glass knob and opened the door, blinking chocolate coloured eyes as they tried to adjust to the sudden change in light, squinting briefly. Gasping, his worn looking corduroy bag fell to the floor with a heavy sounding thump, the CEO resisting the urge to sigh in relief as Ryou's gaze devoured the room before him, travelling over everything with eager, flicking looks, eyes never settling on one thing for long in his haste to take in it all.    

Finally, his glance rested on the CEO himself, and Kaiba smirked at the obvious once over he was given and the heavy blush that followed it, even as tears of apparent happiness, shock and total pleasure seeped into Ryou's beautiful, endless eyes, dribbling down his cheeks and onto his fingers where they were held over his mouth.    

"Hey, Princess..." Seto greeted softly, smiling gently and pleased by the boy's reaction. If he were honest with himself he feared that Ryou might have thought the whole thing stupid and corny, but judging by his reaction he was as pleased as the Kaiba Corp wonder had hoped he would be. Walking forwards he offered him the rose with a little flourish, bowing slightly as he did so with a smile still on his face.    

"Why the tears, Ryou...?" He murmured softly, a little teasing in his tone as he reached out, using the pad of his thumb to collect the little rivulets of moisture and bring them to his mouth, licking them off his skin with a quick flick of his tongue, eyes locked on his companion all the time. Shakily the albino model laughed, the sound filling the room and Seto with more warmth then the candles ever could as he used to heel of his hand to wipe his eyes.    

“I can't believe you did all of this...How did you ever...? I mean, how did you know...Bakura gave you my book, didn't he? Oh, Seto, I can't believe it...!” Another laugh escaping him, the sound merged with a sob that the teen choked down the CEO smiled adoringly at his pale companion, his heart swelling as the teen did the same, bow lips curving and lashes lowering to veil his eyes coyly.    

Reaching out silently Seto took Ryou's hand gently in his own, walking backwards to lead him into the ring of candles and never breaking the eye contact between them, smiling at him lovingly. Before sitting down he stroked the boy's cheek tenderly with his free hand, running his fingertips lightly across the smooth, perfect skin.    

“Ryou...I know we haven't known each other very long...but I want you to know that I admire you more then anything in this world, and since I met you the only time I'm truly happy is when I'm with you. Since you deserve this and so much more, I wanted to do things properly, to show you maybe just a little of how much I care...” Not to mention any other way and Bakura would skin him alive... Pushing that thought aside as unimportant and smiling, glad his small blush was hidden in the candle light and by his mask, his brought the hand he still held to his lips, pressing them softly against the back, murmuring against his skin sweetly “Ryou, will you be my mine? Will you consent to be my...boyfriend?”    

Barely the last word was out of his mouth when he found himself with a lap full of happy teenager, which certainly wasn't a bad thing, and every inch of his face that wasn't covered by mask was showered in sweet, innocent kisses. “Oh, Seto of course I will! I never thought you'd really want me like that, but I know your just perfect, I know it!”    

“I wouldn't go that far....” He murmured amusidly, though his perfect white teeth were flashing as he grinned, the expression one he found he simply couldn't dim in his happiness. Apparantly seeming to realise how bold he'd been Ryou blushed deeply, lowering his lashes shyly and begging to slip his arms from the brunettes neck where he'd thrown them a moment before.    

“No you don't...” Seto challenged playfully, snatching the teen's wrist before he could remove his arm totally, pulling it back around his neck with a smile that was returned timidly by the beautful teen, making the CEO's breath catch at the sweetness of his expression.    

“Ryou...” He murmured tenderly, licking his lips nervously, and for the life of him he couldn't think of anything else to do or say, other then sigh the boy's name longingly. That seemed to be enough for the pale boy in front of him though, and with a equally shaky “S-Seto...” the teen buried his face into the crook of his neck. No words had been exchanged, but the CEO couldn't help but feel a dramatic confession had just passed between the two of them.    

His free arm wrapping around Ryou's shoulders and his fingers pushing gently into the hair at the nape of his neck, stroking the little hairs there to try and ease his trembling a little he turned his face, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of his heated cheeks and the corner of his mouth. Peeking out from his hiding place timidly the albino licked his lips, hesitating as Seto watched him before pressing his mouth against the CEO's own. With a small moan of surprise Seto let his arms slip down and around the boy's waist, pulling him up against him with a surge of sudden hunger, the timid press of lips against lips soon giving way to probing tongues.    

Ryou whimpered softly into the brunettes mouth, his tongue curling timidly at the very tip to brush fleetingly against the invader currently licking at his teeth, shivering against the larger male at the sweet, lingering taste of fruit and chocolate and the delicious slick friction he produced as they slid clumsily against one another. Kaiba growled softly, the contact sending liquid fire down his body to settle in the heat of his groin as he pushed the albino back towards the bed, moving through the walkway of candles and feeling the heat that radiated from them caressing his ankles through his heavy boots.    

His arms firmly locked around Ryou's waist, stroking the base of his back and tugging the hem of his shirt from his jeans he slipped his fingers beneath the material to touch the models satin soft skin, marvelling at the heat and feel of the teen against his skin. Swallowing the small squeak the teen made as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, opening his misted blue eyes to watch the blush that stained the boy's pale cheeks Seto groaned against Ryou's plush lips as he lifted his hands from his shoulders. The albino traced the velvety pads of his fingers up along the CEO's neck to weave them into his thick brown hair, fisting the silk like strands and falling back onto the bed, forcing Seto down with him.    

Obediently Seto lowered himself after him, almost chasing after the touch of the other boy and hesitant to let him escape from his clutches, even if it were just for a brief moment.    

“Ryou, I...I need you...Please, let me love you...” Seto gasped, over come by his own feelings, watching as the teen swallowed before nodding nervously. Never did the CEO think he would loose control like this, break the rules of his carefully planned seduction, but with Ryou soft and willing beneath him, nothing could restore the control he desperately wished he had.    

Shifting himself he put his knees on the bed either side of Ryou's thighs, straddling the teen as he wriggled his rear back upon the mattress, the boy letting himself collapse backwards weakly, glad for the solid, firm presence of the bed beneath him. Following him down with his hands placed on the mattress either side of snow coloured hair, looming over him and making him lay down fully beneath him Seto fisted his hands in the satin sheet, bunching it in his palms as he poured his heart, soul and passion into the lip lock between them, tearing his mouth away from the supple, searing one against it only when black swirls began to swim before his eyes.    

“Oh, S-Seto....” Ryou gasped, forcing his heavy eyes to open, utterly misted and glazed, cheeks flushed and lips pouty, cherry hued and passion bruised. The albino drew in his breath heavily through parted lips, pale skin heated a delightful dusky pink and face suffused with colour. Chest heaving, the CEO had to force himself to remember the need to breath, less he drown in Ryou's mouth once more and never come up for air. Dryly, he reflected there were certainly worse ways to die.    

Licking his own bruised lips unconsciously the Kaiba Crop owner braced his weight on one hand, raining light, open mouthed kisses along Ryou's neck and collar bone, nuzzling aside the collar of his shirt to gain access. His free hand slid down the boys chest purposefully towards his groin, every breathy, shaky sigh he elicited from the body beneath him sending fresh waves of arousal coursing through his veins.    

Lightly he ran his fingers over the zipper of the albinos jeans, turning his face to catch the boy's startled moan as he pressed down teasingly against the placket before trailing his hand back and beneath, rubbing the knuckle of his thumb against the fabric where he guessed the pucker of his entrance would lay beneath.    

Seto watched the model like a hawk, taking in each and every one of his reactions with such intensity anyone would think he was going to be asked to write a detailed essay on them afterwards. The high arch of Ryou's cheek bones was highlighted in the soft, rich yellow glow of the room with a ruddy, candle-light bronzed red, a combination the CEO guessed of both arousal and embarrassment.    

Each time Seto touched his skin the teen would shift his hips ever so slightly, first one way and then another, twisting both towards and away from the caressing touches, as though confused about which he wanted. Almost constantly his Adamn's apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes lightly closed with his long, grey lashes batting gently against heated cheeks, screwing up just a little each time a whimper or moan was torn from his lips. His fingers curled and clenched in the brunettes hair, his own face turned away to press his nose into the sheets, hiding shyly from Seto's gaze as he rubbed his cheek against the soft material, the cool satin sliding against his skin providing a welcome focus point in all the heat and fire around him.    

As Kaiba's knuckle pressed against his hidden place, no matter that it was still covered with a layer of denim, the teen arched his back, breath quickening and once more his hips shifting ever so slightly, still too timid and embarrassed to rub himself against the hard presence but a sliver of instinct winning out as he mewled pleadingly.    

Blue eyes still trained upon his newly official boyfriend the hand that had been rubbing between his legs moved back up and he thumbed the button of his pants open deftly, pulling down the zipper a moment later, watching as Ryou forced his chocolate eyes open halfway, gazing at Seto with such a sense of wanton, virginal anticipation he almost came on the spot. Pushing his fingers inside he stroked the other teen through the fabric of his boxers while kissing a trail from behind his ear down his neck, stopping at the pulse in his throat and closing his lips over the sweet skin, rolling his tongue against it before sucking lightly, teasingly.    

The combination of his actions had the albino arching clean off the bed, hips shifting in an almost rolling motion to push the hard heat of his desire against Seto's fingers, head tilted to provide him all the access to his hot, tender skin he wanted. “Seto!” He whined longingly, turning his face to burrow his nose in the brunettes hair, heavy breath panting out against the CEO's neck and making him groan against the teen's skin.    

“S-Seto! Oh, p-please, Seto! I don't...I c-can't, I-I, o-oh...”    

“Sh-sh-sh...” Seto soothed, nuzzling against his neck and kissing under his jaw line with a small, predatory smile, responding to the almost over-overwhelmed tone of his soon to be lover's passion roughened voice. Now that he had the boy, there was no way he was going to risk letting him go. Ryou belonged to him now, was his to cherish and care for, and he was going to claim his property in the best way he knew how. “It's alright, Ryou. Just let it happen...I'll take care of you...”    

Kicking off his own shoes and toeing off his socks he let them fall of the edge of the bed, sitting up and quickly shedding himself of his billowing, silk shirt, careful to make sure they landed in an area devoid of candles. He caught the hem of Ryou's shirt, smiling reassuringly at the boy's blush and rolled it up to beneath his arms, about to pull it off over his head but judging by the gleam in his cobalt eyes obviously getting distracted. Unconsciously he licked his lips, just gazing down at Ryou while he sat lightly on the other boy's thighs, his eyes roaming over him and eventually settling on his face.    

“Perfect.” He sighed, leaning down and flicking his tongue across the peak of his companions right nipple, laving it with the point of his tongue and causing the smaller teen to cry out in surprised pleasure, tiny nails digging into his scalp as he clutched at the CEO's head, holding it against his chest as he panted heavily. Once again bracing his weight on his one hand Seto let the other slide upwards and stroked across his partners stomach, caressing him lightly, the removal of plain white shirt forgotten as he feasted on the tender pebbles on his chest.    

“Oh g-goodness, S-Seto!”    

The teen sighed contently at the sound of his name and moaned very softly against the rosy flesh in his mouth, the defined muscles along his abdomen and stomach twitching in surprise as Ryou's finger's timidly outlined the hard lines there before he melted into his touch. The boy beneath him seemed to have that effect no matter where he touched him, causing liquid fire to pass from the point of contact outwards in delicious waves, all of which seemed to pool within his groin. Quickly, he pulled Ryou's shirt off over his head, discarding it and then wriggling his jeans and boxers down his slender, narrow hips, letting the boy kick them off his ankles.    

He was nearly over come with lust at the sight of Ryou as he looked up at him, spread before him as though in offering and blushing prettily. The teen's chest heaved as he panted, white hair spilled out all around his face and shoulders in a cloud coloured nimbus as he pushed his head back against the mattress, one arm slightly bent at the elbow near his head, fingers clenching in the satin sheet as he constantly licked his lips with small mewls and breathy moans. The white haired teen looked virginal and utterly beautiful, and Seto had to close his eyes and take a long, calming breath to stop himself from simply fucking the boy then and there.    

Moving back down he licked at the opposite nipple to the one he'd suckled upon almost longingly before trailing kisses down his breast bone, moving down his body and swiping the flat of his tongue against his naval before plunging it inside, causing Ryou to gasp and wriggle excitedly, then moan as the CEO caught the flesh between his teeth and started sucking.    

Releasing the suction with his mouth on the skin below Ryou's navel, Seto's entire body flushed with excited desire at the reactions he was pulling from the younger teen, the mewls he released and the lust-filled whimpers he tried to quiet by biting his lips driving Seto mad. Only when he noticed he was stifling the sounds he made did he pause, once again moving back up and capturing his lips with his own. Probing his tongue against the grip he had on his lips with his teeth he encouraged him to release the tender flesh, suckling briefly on his lower lip. “I want to hear you...” He whispered against him, pressing and retreating with his lips a few more times before he let his eyes wonder, for the first time taking in Ryou's entire naked glory.    

Seto's breath hitched and he licked his lips, murmuring “Beautiful...” beneath his breath and moving down his body again, taking in every inch of perfect, desire-flushed alabaster skin. Wriggling himself out of his own leather pants with a little difficulty when it came to the laces without any grace he tossed them to the floor and settled himself between Ryou's thighs, parting them and tilting his hips up with his hands and lowering his face between them. “S-Seto? Seto, what are you- Oh, lord, nugh!”    

Blowing a hot breath across the tip of his erection Seto smirked and ignored it for a moment in favour of ducking behind, trailing his tongue along Ryou's perenium before lapping at the rose bud of his entrance, feasting on the slightly salty skin, relishing the way Ryou's thighs parted invitingly, his fingers clutched at his head and his breathing came in ragged pants.    

Keeping his hands on the insides of the boys thighs he stroked them along the sensitive skin, running his fingers along the line of his groin and back down, going as far as the under sides of his knees and tickling the skin there lightly, causing the teen to shift and wriggle. Hooking his hands beneath the boys calves he encouraged him to drape his legs over his shoulders and down his back, subsequently giving him better access to the area he was paying attention to right now and noting with silent amusement the blush that showed on the pale insides of Ryou's thighs.    

Running his tongue around the rim of his anus he licked at the velvety skin, lapping at it tenderly. Daringly after a few moments he pushed his tongue down inside, past the shy ring of muscle and into the channel, wriggling around to caress his inner walls with the slick appendage. Once inside he pulled out and thrust back in, basically licking him open rather then stretching with his fingers and repeating the action over again.    

Eventually, Ryou began to relax beneath him, although his upper body still twisted, his head thrashing back and forth against the mattress as his hips shifted, begging more constant with shy little mewls.    

Although each moan and cry from Ryou was making him crave the boy beneath him like nothing else Seto had to pull away for a moment to take a deep, shuddering breath to try and calm himself down. He refused to rush this, not only to prolong the incredible, indescribable feeling between them, but to prevent hurting Ryou by being too eager.    

With that in mind he moved up his body a little, letting the boys legs fall from his shoulders and pressing his lips in small circles around his navel while reaching to the side table and fumbling for what he'd placed their earlier. Ever the boy scout, was Seto Kaiba. Flicking the cap and coating his fingers in the cool jell he squeezed from the tube of lubricant he pushed his index finger inside of Ryou, wriggling it around and pressing against his inner walls. Whimpering, Ryou flinched and rocked his hips, the new sensation strange, though pleasurable, and the ease of the fingers inside him helped greatly the by rimming Seto had preformed a moment before.    

A few moments later Seto added a second finger, pumping them in and out slowly before scissoring the digits and, carefully, slipping in a third to join the other two, causing a cry from his partner which he soothed with kisses against his eye lids, feathery lashes tickling his lips.    

“S-Seto...” He whimpered, the CEO wincing with guilt at the panic in his voice as he continued to move his fingers.   “Shh, Ryou. It'll get better soon, I promise...” And now that he'd promised, Seto was determined to make it come true.      

Positioning himself down between his thighs he guided the blunt head of his erection to press against the pucker that guarded the way into Ryou's body, his own sweat slicked form shaking slightly with anticipation. Pushing forwards he hesitated at the slight resistance he felt, along with Ryou's whimper, taking a moment to gather his courage. Lifting Ryou's legs to hook them around his hips he leaned over and captured the boys lips with his own, his tongue immediately probing against the opening of his mouth hungrily and his hands planted either side of the other teen's head. Curling his fingers into the sheets he used the distraction of the kiss to slide his hips slowly forwards, embedding himself inch by painstakingly slow inch inside of Ryou.    

Seto kissed the boy beneath him for all he was worth, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, along his gums and teeth and against Ryou's own tongue, pushing his own as far as he could into his mouth and actually getting pretty far down his throat. The desperate kiss was his way of distracting the other teen from the pain he knew he must be feeling, recognising the tell-tale signs of the muffled squeal and the way the grip with his legs tightened. His hips finally resting flush against Ryou's rear he tore his mouth away from the other boys, dropping his head down to rest on his shoulder.    

All of his self control went into keeping himself still, in stopping himself from moving until Ryou was ready and, after what seemed like an eternity, the teen shifted his hips experimentally, gasping and then rolling them more forcefully.    

“Feel's...good...” He panted, sounding mildly surprised and screwing his eyes shut as a tiny bead of sweat trickled down his brow to be lost in his snow white hair, his body still shaking softly. Seto's own form shook with the effort of keeping himself still and his breath was heavy against the teen's neck, huffing out against his skin. With a tremendous effort he kept himself still for a long moment, allowing Ryou time to adjust a little more before rocking his hips very gently, not even pulling himself out half way but just enough for him to push back in, a steady, gentle pace to help Ryou adjust.    

Every nerve in his body seemed to be hyper-aware to the touch of Ryou's skin against his own, every point of contact between them burning and tingling like static pleasantly, the simple pressure of skin against skin like a caress in it's own right. Seto didn't think he'd ever experienced anything like it, and he knew that if Ryou ever left him he never would again.    

“God, you're gonna kill me...” He laughed breathlessly, pressing his brow against the other boys shoulder, feeling the heat radiating from him against him. Tilting his face upwards he pressed his lips against the boy's neck, nipping, biting and licking at the flesh there hungrily. Shifting on his knees a little to get better leverage he pulled himself outwards so the head of his erection was the only thing left inside of Ryou's body, and with a long forwards stroke of his hips he embedded himself back inside of him. Groaning, he repeated the action, his pace still slow but his thrusts deep, long and even, causing startled moans from the albino each time he was filled once more.    

Seto shuddered every time Ryou moaned or cried out, the sounds causing his body to burn with increased desire. The teen guessed from the delicious reactions he was pulling from the other boy that he must have gotton lucky, the angle of his thrusts brushing against the other boy's prostate. With that in mind he kept his thrusts aimed at that same spot, a grunt or moan passing from him every time the hot, velvety heat of Ryou's channel closed around him again, almost whimpering each time he pulled back out at the sheer loss of contact between them, no matter how small.    

With a throaty moan the teen arched his head back, sweat dripping lightly down his brow and stinging his eyes as he started pistioning his hips faster, his last threads of control quickly snapping. Gasping Ryou's name like a mantra he pounded into the supple body beneath him, still keeping his thrusts aimed just so. By now Ryou was lifting his hips to meet him, crying out and, at a particularly hard thrust from the CEO, his head pushed back against the mattress as his back arched, a scream tearing from his lips as the pressure in his groin released itself. Thin white ribbons of the teen's fluid settled on Seto's chest, internal muscles clenching down and his hands clawing at the brunettes back as he rode the waves of his orgasm.    

When Ryou gasped his name and released over their stomachs Seto threw his head back with a throaty moan, cursing as the tightness around his shaft became almost unbearable. Swearing he pumped himself inside of Ryou a couple more times before his back arched, the muscles in both his back and buttocks tensing as he shot himself inside of the white haired teen beneath him, moaning loudly. Draining himself completely he panted heavily, collapsing and managing to roll himself to the side after pulling out of Ryou's body to land on the mattress rather then on top of him. Oh God, he was still shaking...    

TBC