Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fixations of the Past ❯ Drink? ( Chapter 3 )

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Thump

 

Thump

 

Thump

 

It was almost deafening, almost painful, almost too much…

 

Thump, thump, thump

 

But there was something beautiful about it, something addicting and tasteful that made him want more, and more, and more, despite the obvious wrong behind it all…

 

Thumpthumpthump

 

Screw the laws of society, he was gonna let the drool roll down his chin as he got an eyeful.

 

An eyeful, yes, a nice, savory hunk of eye candy he was never, ever going to allow himself to forget. All beauty and curves and mist and flesh, Yami had walked in at quite a moment.

 

Not that it was *right* in front of him, but still…that rich bastard had set him up.

 

The door Yami had entered through was masterfully positioned, for as soon as the unsuspecting prey was a foot within the room, his eyes were magically diverted to a slightly ajar door across the room. The sliver between the paneling and the door gave whoever was `lucky' enough to see, a nice view of a full-length mirror, which just happened to reside within Seto Kaiba's private, office washroom, complete with shower and Jacuzzi.

 

And who should just happen to be toweling his hair dry in perfect view of the mirror so Yami could rake his scarlet eyes across the supple expanse of the completely naked form?

 

Why, Seto Kaiba, of course.

 

“Yami?”

 

The tricolor haired teen felt his knees buckle, the brunette's voice slithered over him like the embodiment of lust, tickling all the right places and making him quiver in need.

 

“Yami. Is that you or not?” his voice had taken on a snappy, irritated tone, yet something else dwelled behind it, something coiled behind the smirk Yami had grown so accustomed to seeing, but it was warped now, different…better…for Seto at least. “Ya-”

 

“It's me.” The still unsteady teen answered quickly, having seen the other prepare to pull the towel from his head and not wanting Seto Kaiba to see Yami staring back at him, or his naked ass at least.

 

Kaiba snorted in half amusement as he finished ruffling his hair dry, turning just a bit, just enough so his lean profile grinned maddeningly at Yami as the rich man began to slowly pat himself dry, apparently unaware of his audience. “What's wrong, Yami?”

 

At that the scarlet-eyed teen's breath hitched, he *did* know, that bastard-

 

“You just sounded like you were going through puberty.”

 

Yami's face brightened, cheeks flaring red, ok, so maybe his throat had been slightly dry when he had answered, causing his normally steady, deep voice to have pitched and…squeaked. His lips thinned as he pressed them together and steeled himself, Kaiba would not be winning at this game, yes, that's all it was, a game, another stupid way to get, no, try and get Yami to admit what wasn't true, that Kaiba was somehow superior to him.

 

“I'm perfectly fine, Kaiba.” He was lying through his teeth, of course, he had never felt worse; his stomach was knotted a thousand times over, his skin was hot and prickly, and he had somehow lost the ability to blink when Seto bent over to begin drying his legs. “Per…perfect…” Yami's breath became erratic and he unconsciously licked his lips, swallowing hard as he leaned heavily against the large door.

 

“You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Yami?” it was almost a purr, so inviting and tantalizing, the scarlet-eyed teen felt his knees quake. “You sound about ready to pass out. I'd hate to go in there and have to give you CPR…” And why the hell did he end it that way? Like there was something more he'd like to do, something more…interesting.

 

“You'd like that wouldn't you, Kaiba?” His voice wavered only a bit as he fought off the urge to imagine such a scenario, Yami faint of breath, Seto sweeping him up in his arms…tilting his head back…pressing his…lips…against…

 

“And where would the fun in that be? I'd rather have you conscious.” Yami's eyes snapped wide open as he tried to figure out what the hell that meant, hastily interrupted by Kaiba as he suggested more “Why don't you sit down, Yami? I'll be out in a minute…” Seto sounded almost too smug, that fucking smirk plastered across his voice and words. Yami, too blinded by confusion to retort to what had almost sounded like a command, did as was asked.

 

The soft crunch of leather on leather made Yami all the more self-conscious as he sat, his pants not only were making too much noise as it was in his blood pounded ears, but they also felt just a tad tighter than when he had first walked into the mansion. He fought as best he could, eyes darting to the windows, the desk, the carpet, anywhere else but the washroom door, where the soft coils of mist still slithered across the floor and disappeared.

 

“So, where do we begin?” Kaiba's voice flitted into the scarlet teen's vision; Yami jerking violently in his seat when he realized Seto was directly in front of him.

 

“I…” Yami swallowed the thick paste in his mouth, cheeks heating rapidly as he couldn't help but scan the billionaire's attire.

 

Kaiba smiled at the lack of restraint, fingers gliding through the strands of slightly moist brown as he tipped his hip out, and feigned boredom. “Sorry I couldn't dress up for the occasion, Yami.” He wore a half buttoned up silk shirt, the deep purple rippling flawlessly against his fair skin, and a pair of black slacks, oddly enough though, he remained barefoot. “I forgot my shoes in my bedroom, hope you don't mind.”

 

Yami failed to catch the cocky smirk as he forced himself to stare into the cobalt eyes, despite the fact they really wanted nothing more than to rack up and down the tall frame of his host. “Not at all.” He managed to choke out, clearing his throat as he sat up straighter and nervously fingered the stitching of his chair.

 

“Good.” Kaiba sat on his desk, one leg dangling higher than the other, and smiled seductively at the shorter teen, who felt all the more insignificant as he sank into the leather chair and looked up. “Drink?” the brunette served some in a very short glass and offered it to Yami.

 

“Yuugi doesn't drink.” Yami stated quickly, fingers itching for the beautiful liquid as it glimmered honey in the sunlight.

 

“I wasn't offering any to Yuugi, I was offering it to you.”

 

Yami scratched his arm tentatively, certainly, he was well over the drinking age, and he had been quite a glutton for alcohol when pharaoh, but this wasn't his body to abuse, and his hikari had made it quite clear he disapproved of drinking.

 

Kaiba shrugged and downed the offered glass himself, just a bit trickling out of his mouth and grinning happily at Yami before the taller swiped it away with a flick of his tongue.

 

Yami struck his hand out for a glass; he definitely needed something to settle his nerves. Taking a mouthful immediately, his small frame shook with coughs as he struggled to choke down the throat scalding liquid, Kaiba chuckling as he rolled his eyes.

 

“I take it you'll be keeping this from Yuugi?” he smirked, taking another sip from his own glass before getting up and sitting on the arm of Yami's chair. “Need help?” the scarlet-eyed teen nodded vigorously as he coughed, Kaiba sighing as he leaned over and held Yami by the shoulders, patting the narrow back firmly, yet gently.

 

Once Yami's fit of coughs subsided, he breathed in deeply and relaxed against Kaiba, who by now had resorted to tracing a soft circle on the smaller's back, easing whatever tension away. They remained unusually quiet, the soft hum of the outside lulling the gold atmosphere of Seto's office as the evening sun danced through tree branches. Kaiba could feel Yami's gentle breaths against his chest from where Seto had deliberately kept from buttoning his shirt, the brush of warmth making his skin prickle.

 

Slowly, Kaiba started to massage the boy's shoulder with one hand, eventually leading the other to join in and melt against the pharaoh's flesh, a soft purr of gratitude bubbling up Yami's throat. His slender fingers played along the smaller's shoulder blades, dipped into the shallows of his collarbone, and eventually crept up to Yami's neck, rolling against the tension riddled muscles while tangling in the strands of scarlet tipped raven.

 

Yami tipped his head up silently, Kaiba staring back, expecting the boy to move away or at least shrug his touch away. Instead the smaller of the pair searched the brunette's face, scarlet darkening just slightly as tears glazed his eyes.

 

“I'm sorry…”

 

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