Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fixations of the Past ❯ Embracing Fates ( Chapter 4 )

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Kaiba was taken aback, Yami was…

 

Sorry?

 

The billionaire looked worriedly at the other as tears streamed down the flushed cheeks, the once pharaoh looking lost in his own mind.

 

“Yami, what are you-”

 

Startled by the brunette's voice, the tricolor teen jumped up and shoved Kaiba away, watching in blind grief as the taller tumbled off the armrest and onto the scarlet-carpeted floor, wincing as his elbows thumped against the ground.

 

“I'm sorry!” the smaller youth suddenly looked horrified, scarlet eyes widening as phantom images began to sweep across his mind.

 

Seth

 

Falling

 

Dead

 

Cold

 

Alone

 

Again

 

“No!” Yami clenched his fists against his head and tried to squeeze his eyes shut against the visions flickering across the back of his eyelids and thundering in his ears. “Nonononono!!” The crushing wave of emotions made him crumple to the ground, knees throbbing in pain as he collapsed and rocked methodically against the hurt threatening to burst his heart. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!” Sobs welled up his strained throat as he tried to scream away the guilt, tears streaking the heavy air in bright flashes as he shook his head, wanting to rid himself of the dark memories “Ra…Gods…Seth…I'm sorry…”

 

Kaiba stared in disbelief, watching his strongest rival breakdown in a sea of shattered images. Tentatively, he crawled toward the crying youth, staying still whenever Yami would thrash away from another sight of his lover's last moments.

 

Eventually, Kaiba made his way beside the other, the shuddering frame wracked with sobs and coughs.

 

Ever so gently, Seto slipped his arms around the small youth and pulled him close, the softest trace of circles on the base of Yami's back easing the trembling spirit. Yami's stiffness melted away with the touch, lucid nightmares receding into darkness as the boy nuzzled into the warmth of Kaiba's chest.

 

Yami's sniffles were muffled as he buried himself against the other's skin, nosing past the violet shirt to firmly press his damp cheek over Kaiba's heart. The steady reassurance of the brunette's life comforted the spirit greatly, his shoulders slumping and head freely resting against the taller as Yami listened to the thud of every one of Kaiba's heartbeats, his breathing evening out to small puffs, jerked by hiccups once the dark's tears subsided.

 

For the first time, Kaiba actually registered how much smaller the other duelist was. Of course, he had been aware of their height difference, but when staring down your opponent in the heat of a battle, the exact difference between both combatants never really mattered, especially when considering there was rarely any time to think of something other than the duel.

 

But now, here they were, archrivals, one huddling like a lost kitten against the other, who curled protectively over his pharaoh. It didn't seem so strange, so out of place, no, it felt…

 

Right.

 

Perfect.

 

Destined…

 

Yami stirred, Seto easing his embrace so a small, tear-splotched face could peek up, worry lacing every bit of the spirit's being as he blinked, chewing uncertainly on his bottom lip when he looked away.

 

“Yami…” the teen flinched despite the infinite tenderness Kaiba spoke with. “My Pharaoh,” Yami gasped as a sudden flood of warmth washed over him, startled enough to stare wide-eyed at the other in uneasy question “Please, what's wrong?” The boy's eyes welled with tears again and he immediately pressed his face against the broad chest of the brunette, warm rivulets of tears lacing their way down Kaiba's body. “No.” Seto cupped the smaller's cheek and forced him to look up, a flare of anger momentarily lighting up Yami's eyes at being *made* to move.

 

Kaiba smirked, a crying mess or not, Yami was still as defiant as ever. “No more crying, Pharaoh.” The smaller blinked away the anger and flicked his gaze away; the brunette sighing as he again moved Yami's head, until the melancholy gaze settled once more on himself. “I'm willing to listen, but we're not going to get anywhere if you keep this up.”

 

Yami narrowed his eyes, the slightest of pouts forming on his lips, resembling his hikari all too well. “You…” he struggled with the words, what should he do? Just blurt out what he had been meaning to say all along? And even then, which one would he say first?

 

That he has loved this man for millennia.

 

Or that he was responsible for that very man's death?

 

They both led to the same conclusion, Kaiba would just leave him, wave away his apologies, and stick it in his face just how weak Yami was.

 

“You don't understand! You didn't see what I saw!”

 

Seto struggled to keep Yami in his grip; the wiry teen was on the verge of tears again and wanted to at least salvage what little pride he could by running away now. “Then tell me what you saw.” Kaiba took a tight hold of Yami's shoulders, firmly dragged him onto his lap, and stared intently at the smaller, cobalt piercing past the defiance.

 

“I…” Yami found it impossible to break the striking eye contact; instead, he blinked back the new wave of tears and swallowed the tight wad of regret and heartache. “I can't.” New determination laced the spirit's voice as he straightened and began to shield himself, jaw locking as he matched Seto's even stare.

 

Kaiba sighed, “You're being such an ass, you know that?” If there was one thing the brunette knew about Yami, it was that the easiest way to make the long dead pharaoh speak, was to make him angry.

 

“And you would know all about that, wouldn't you?” Yami shot back, eyes narrowed as he wrenched his arm free from the other's grip.

 

Silly Pharaoh, Kaiba smirked, he was so easy to play with when it came to anything other than Duel Monsters. “Well, I couldn't have made it to the top of the business world by making friends, you know.” Seto re-snatched Yami's arm, tightening his grip just enough so the smaller wouldn't break free again, and pulled the lithe body closer to his own.

 

For a second, their chests brushed against one another before Yami growled and jerked back, cheeks tinged a soft rose as he looked away.

 

“But now that I'm at the top,” Kaiba cooed, his lips so close to Yami's ear, the Pharaoh could have sworn he felt Seto's very words touch him “I can see myself at least trying to make friends.” The last of it came out a whisper, the rush of breath making Yami shudder despite himself.

 

“Tha…that's good.” The spirit swallowed, suddenly not minding how tightly the brunette was holding him, or how close for that matter.

 

“So,” Kaiba smirked as he sneaked a peek at the other's face, watching in satisfaction as Yami reddened just a bit more when Seto `accidentally' tickled the boy's ear with his lips “would you like to be my friend, Yami?” The once pharaoh darted his eyes questioningly at the other, a mix of disbelief and surprise riddling his face. “Oh, don't act so amazed. You knew I wanted more than just talk when I invited you over. I heard it in your voice.”

 

Yami didn't think his face could go a shade deeper as he thought back to their telephone conversation and secretly hoped Kaiba *did* want something more…something much more.

 

But again, a cascade of shattered hearts and memories stifled him, dread washing over his mind and heavily tainted soul so he could only look down at his lap and try to avoid the inevitable.

 

Kaiba easily realized this would be just a tad more difficult than he had hoped, but his goal was within reach, and Seto Kaiba was not one to give up, especially when what he wanted wasn't just a prize, but the focus of his lusty thirst too long suppressed to be ignored, or denied.

 

He eased his grip on Yami and began to slide his fingers to the base of the boy's neck, leading them down the narrow back in faint trails. “Be my friend, Yami.” It sounded like a hungry tease, all play and fun and need. Seto dipped his fingertips into a dimple in the spirit's flesh, exposed because Yami's shirt had ridden up just slightly.

 

A sharp gasp seemed to explode from the smaller as he felt the clash of his own skin spark against Kaiba's, the long fingers of the taller wriggling past the tight leather stretch of Yami's pants and gently brushing the silky flesh of the boy's ass.

 

“So, what do you say?” Kaiba smirked, almost cruelly, as he eased his hand out, thumb petting the small dimple while the other hand slipped beneath the flesh hugging tank top, leaving tingles as they crept up.

 

Yami whimpered wantonly, this was…this wasn't real. His eyes slipped half shut while he arched his back, chest firmly pressed against Kaiba's, maximum physical contact his only concern as he mindlessly reveled in the soft touches. Lips parted, he could taste Kaiba's breath, the warm, scotch-laced scent slipping into his mouth, and through lidded scarlet he saw just how close their lips were, close enough to touch if his heart beat any harder.

 

“I'd…I'd love to be your friend.” Yami's breathless reply enforced as he hungrily closed the distance between them, arms wrapping about the taller's neck. He whimpered, he didn't know what he wanted from the kiss, he simply *wanted*; and through the haze of dreamy reality he felt a firm brush of something wet and warm against his lower lip, the embedded obedience causing him to part his lips and gratefully welcome the intrusion.

 

Kaiba's tongue danced along the ripples of Yami's mouth, checking and rechecking that everything was just the same, just the same as always.

 

And it was.

 

It was all there, everything he had previously memorized, charted, and called his own.

 

He still tasted like gold and summer sun, still purred when Kaiba tickled the roof of his mouth, still remained submissive and beautiful when they became tangled and an onslaught of nips were strewn about his lips and neck.

 

A strangled mewl made its way past Yami's throat.

 

Too much.

 

A million emotions were beating his senses, a million thoughts were bombarding his mind, and one guilt was tearing his heart.

 

Too much.

 

He had done so much to hide it, so much to forget his sin.

 

But it had never been enough, not to bury it at least.

 

One last kiss, one last touch.

 

Let him at least remember these, cherish and cling, before he…

 

“I killed you…”

 

Before he told.

 

“You died…”

 

In one slow, shuddering sob.

 

“Because of me…”

 

His eyes darkened with tears when Kaiba looked at him in surprise, Yami waiting, waiting for the anger, waiting for the shove, the scream, the-

 

The softest trace of a thumb brushed away the tears, a kiss with a million words of tenderness placed upon his lips.

 

“You want to hear my secret now?”

 

Yami stared wide-eyed in confusion. Wasn't Kaiba upset?!

 

“I loved you…”

 

Gently, Seto laced their fingers together.

 

“I forgive you.”

 

Kissing the spirit's fingertips one by one between words.

 

“And despite what you may believe, I could care less what you did several millennia ago, because quite frankly, I live for the present, I still love you, and no fairytale is going to change that, Pharaoh.”

 

Kaiba smiled, watching as Yami took it all in, the relief of forgiveness allowing his frame to relax at long last since entering the room.

 

“I…” Yami was as confused as he was horribly relieved. “Thank you.” And that's all he could say, whispering so he could take it back were this only an illusion. Seto tipped the spirit's face up, a bubble of emotions resurfacing within the boy, but this time, Yami recognized them for something else. “I love you too.” The pharaoh grinned, tightly wrapping his arms about the other and burying himself in the crook of Kaiba's neck.

 

“Baka…” the brunette chuckled, more so when Yami pulled back just enough to glare lightly. “Of course you do, why the hell else would you have put yourself through all that attention thirsty, guilt causing misery?”

 

“Insensitive jackass.” Yami glowered, eyes narrowing as he made to pull even farther away.

 

“Aw.” Kaiba snickered and took tight hold of the other, burying himself in the wild array of tricolor locks. “But you love me regardless, don't you?” When Yami didn't answer, Kaiba smirked as he stood. “Fine.”

 

The smaller looked more than worried as the other began to walk toward the door, a pitch of panic hiking his voice. “Kaiba?”

 

“Come, Pharaoh.” Seto didn't even look over his shoulder as he opened the door and stepped into the hall, Yami scrambling from the scarlet floor to follow.

 

“Where are we-”

 

“Just follow, will you?”

 

Yami quietly growled to himself, deliberately slowing down just a step.

 

It wasn't a very far walk, though Yami concentrated on not counting the many twists and halls they had gone through, but at the final stretch of the magnificently decorated hall, a single flight of stairs separated them from their destination.

 

By now, Yami had come to understand this was Seto Kaiba's private branch of the mansion, every carpet and curtain flashing with blue, wisps of silver threaded between for effect. Awe struck, the smaller nearly tumbled down as he missed one of the steps, Kaiba rolling his eyes as he took hold of Yami's arm and gently tugged him back to standing position.

 

The boy grinned sheepishly in apology, gaze slipping past the brunette to widen his eyes at the door behind them. The deep color of the wood gleamed with the soft light of the hall, every delicate carving melting into the next and creating the beautiful weave of dragons, slender necks entangled while the thick muscle of their wings rippled beneath the stretch of their flesh.

 

“If I didn't know any better…” Yami trailed off, sly grin curving his lips as he exaggerated his inspection of the door, fingers tracing the almost sharp edges. “I'd say you were trying to compensate for someth-”

 

“I'll prove other wise.” Kaiba cut in.

 

“Oh?”

 

The brunette sneered at the small gleam in the other's eyes, an obvious interest having been peaked. “I guarantee it.”

 

“Guarantee what exactly?” Yami leaned against the door, mocking the very gods of seduction the way he tipped his hip, the tiny ridges of the dragons' spine prickling his skin through his shirt.

 

Seto placed one arm beside Yami's head, fingers idling toying with random strands of raven, while the other hand cupped the Pharaoh's slender jaw, tilting the spirit's head up just a bit more, Yami slitting his eyes to chinks of scarlet. “That I won't disappoint you because nothing about me needs compensating.” Kaiba quirked a brow in suggestion, the other feeling his knees quake from the very thought of what the taller meant.

 

“Oh…r-really?” Yami panted, Kaiba's leg having wedged between the smaller's, brushing against the ever-constricting leather of Yami's pants.

 

Kaiba firmly pressed himself into the wiry frame of his guest; every sinewy curve melting into Yami's quickly heating flesh. “Do you doubt my word?” Something between a groan and a whimper squirmed past the smaller's lips from the very tone the brunette spoke with, laden with hidden promises and quiet secrets they shared. “Good answer…” he purred, breath pouring down the slender neck of his prey, soft shudders racking the slight frame.

 

With a quick tip of his head, Kaiba locked his lips with the other's, hand having dropped so with a flick of his wrist the door was opened, other arm wrapped about the narrow waist as they slipped through the minute crack of the doors.

 

There was a heavy thud when Kaiba all but slammed Yami against the thick wood, effectively shutting the door as they refused to break contact. The taller easily gained the lead as he manipulated every inch of the boy's limited exposed flesh; bubbly purrs a sign of approval.

 

Soft heat became quite maddening, skin slicking with hungry sweat, making the wispy barrier of their clothing thick and unbearable. The air about them cracked, heavy with quiet gasps for breath and...

 

More.

 

More!

 

It simply wasn't enough.

 

Too long.

 

Too long!

 

Kaiba twisted his fingers in the tight black of the smaller's shirt, tearing it off Yami in a flash, and quickly delving deeper into the spirit's mouth with a ravenous growl.

 

Desperate.

 

Desperate.

 

Mine?

 

Mine!

 

Always?

 

Always.

 

“Seto…”

 

And oh, what a wonderful sound it was. Pleading and broken and wanting, wanting little Pharaoh. Voice quiet and needy and strung with hunger and love-lust, so pretty in its special way. Just perfect, perfect, just the way Kaiba wanted him, dreamed of him, would have him.

 

“Pharaoh, my Pharaoh…”

 

Soft, soft, gentle like angel wings cupping the words, the endearment, the beauty that was Yami.

 

Slippery wet kisses, missing and marking and making the smaller shudder and melt.

 

“I…” breathless wonders and wordless expressions. “I love you.”

 

Seto smiled, lips curving over Yami's, and he gently brushed his tongue across the puffy, sweet flesh.

 

“I love you too…”

 

The seconds ticked by, sluggish heartbeats of time and space and love and destiny twisted into a finely weaved tale of star-crossed wonderfulness.

 

It was worth it.

 

Every breath, every moment, every time their blood splashed against veins and coursed hot and pounding and screaming through their bodies.

 

It was worth it.

 

Even…

 

Even if it couldn't last…

 

Yami choked on a sob, the brunette pulling back and worriedly looking over the boy who now clung anxiously, desperation flooding scarlet with tears.

 

It was worth it…

 

“Yami…are you-”

 

Wasn't it?

 

“Kiss me…” the Pharaoh's lips brushed against Kaiba's neck in delicate quivers. “Please?…” and the taller felt rather than heard the boy's request.

 

Seto's long, slender fingers skimmed Yami's face, tipping his chin up, and shooing the runaway tears before gently kissing the boy. Yami sniffled, smiling meekly when the other embraced him, arms slipping about his waist and nuzzling the strands of scarlet tipped hair.

 

Not too quickly, for his prey resembled a skittish gazelle all too well, Seto dipped back down to capture the boy's lips. Yami purring quietly, following in fluid motion as the other led him down the short flight of stairs and deeper into the folds of the blue brimming bedroom. Silk curtains shimmered with the twilight's flickers, the soft brush of the thick carpet rustling as broken steps slithered across.

 

Kaiba felt the bump of the bed against his leg, Yami's body crashing against his with the sudden halt. Slowly, Seto trailed his lips over eyelids and cheeks, and in a quick balance of weight, he lifted the wiry frame of his pharaoh and placed him tenderly on the beautiful expanse of the royal blue bed.

 

He looked so perfect there, lips parted as quick flickers of breath teased in and out of his lips, eyes dark and glazed hungry, the slender frame of his chest throbbing with breath and blood and need.

 

Kaiba slithered onto the bed, the silk curling around his fingers as he drew closer, Yami's breath stolen as the taller kissed him again, frame shivering when his bare back pressed into the folds of the sheet.

 

Long fingers skimmed the pale flesh of the Pharaoh's chest, the unblemished expanse prickling from the ghosting touches.

 

“Ack! Seto!” Yami suddenly curled into himself as the other's digits fluttered over a rib, the spirit desperately trying to hide a smile behind a quivery mask.

 

The brunette raised a brow, the slender arch suddenly twitching as a smirk cracked across the CEO's face. “Oh, Pharaoh…” his tone was airy, sickly sweet to contrast the cruel twist of his lips. “You're not…ticklish…are you?” Seto watched the other's eyes widen in worry, a nervous smile spreading across the boy's features as he tried to scuttle out of reach, Kaiba's hand snapping out to hook his fingers through the spirit's belt loops, reeling in the small frame.

 

“No! Seto!” Yami began to giggle, the sound rich and beautiful like strung gold, something bottled up for so long, the crystal wings of the notes beating in time to his fluttery heart were whispers of ecstasy. “I…I can't…” the spirit tried to curl into himself, arms flailing between protecting his sensitive ribs and batting Kaiba away.

 

“You can't what?” The brunette doubled the speed his fingers danced across the pale flesh, grinning madly to himself as he watched the other's face flush and torso tremble from the onslaught.

 

“Br…bre…breathe!!” Sprinkles of tears shimmered in the air as he thrashed about, small coughs clawing at his throat when he gulped down too much air.

 

Seto smirked triumphantly, “So, does this mean I've found something the great `King of Games' can't win?” His face loomed just over Yami's, their noses brushing for a split second as he smiled.

 

“N…n…ngh!” Yami glared when he couldn't form any words, lungs screaming for air, chest heaving while he struggled to muffle the spurts of giggles that now and then bubbled up his throat, even though Kaiba had stopped tormenting him.

 

“Is that a yes?”

 

“…”

 

Kaiba kissed the spirit's nose, ignoring the grumbled out `Jackass' accompanied with a happy, but exhausted sigh. “You're horrifically beautiful and adorable when you're squealing in bliss…” Yami's eyes slit open as he regarded the taller with a distasteful look. “In fact…” Kaiba purred and slithered over the boy's body, face nuzzling the crook of the spirit's neck “I love the way you look so much so…” he kissed Yami slowly, letting their lips melt against one another, slippery, beautiful, wonderful taste “that I want you to look like that again…but this time…for a much different reason.”

 

Yami gasped as he felt cool fingers graze his chest, the slender digits teasing his pants so the button was flicked undone. Kaiba's teeth skimming his flesh as they trailed down, biting the silver fly and unzipping the well-fitted pants. The spirit gawked, watching the highly erotic motions, lifting his hips up numbly when Kaiba hooked his fingers through his pants and slid them off Yami's body, a remarkably amused grin curving those pallid lips.

 

“Do you always go commando, or was this a special occasion in my honor?” Kaiba chuckled, watching the boy's cheeks flare, lips pressing into a thin line. “Oh fine…be that way, don`t say a word.” The CEO leaned toward the wide-eyed spirit, lips pressing against Yami's ear “But I'll make you scream for your defiance later…” he breathed, feeling a shudder rack the body beneath his.

 

He nipped Yami's ear, soothing away any hurt with his tongue when he drew down just a bit, kissing the spot below the spirit's lobe, and smirking when he heard Yami whimper quietly. Kaiba kissed his way along the other's jaw, teasing the corners of Yami's mouth and pulling away when lips parted, a rush of warm breath inviting him in, painfully ignored as Kaiba nibbled on the spirit's neck instead, tongue dragging along a throbbing pulse.

 

“It's…It's not f-fair…” Yami whispered, eyes slanted half shut as he complained, fingers grasping pathetically at Kaiba's shirt, short nails skimming the material, the palms of his hands finding themselves drawn lower, eventually running along the taller's thighs as Kaiba straddled his waist.

 

Seto's lips twisted with a smirk. “What's not fair?” he sat up, careful to balance his weight on his knees while he danced his fingers along his own chest, slipping every button of his shirt out of place, the shimmery material floating loosely about his shoulders. Yami stared at the beauty before him, hands tentatively reaching out and brushing the shirt out of the way, Kaiba shrugging the damn thing off while the smaller traced mindless patterns on the much broader chest. He was awe struck, momentarily forgetting what they had been preparing to do as he took in the beautiful expanse of the man before him.

 

“Are you done gawking?” Kaiba chuckled, smirk settled on his face as he placed both hands on his waist, the other nodding dumbly as he licked his dry, swollen lips, and forced his eyes to blink.

 

The CEO smiled gently, tipping the boy's face up and losing himself in the drops of scarlet, before he kissed Yami, slipping his tongue past the willing lips as he fumbled with his own pants, a pair of smaller hands easing about his own and guiding them, a barely audible purr coming from Yami as he arched toward the slowly appearing flesh when he helped Kaiba push away the confining material of his pants and boxers.

 

Breath was torn violently from their bodies when Kaiba lowered himself, the spark of their heat ridden flesh meeting sending jolts across their systems. Yami's arms looped about the brunette's body, one beneath Kaiba's arm, the other wound round his neck, fingers spreading across the CEO's back, scattering wildfire tracks as he grazed the flesh.

 

“S-Seto…?…”

 

“Hm?…” Kaiba kissed the boy fiercely, all but choking the smaller as he delved deeper and deeper, wanting to strangle the very sound out of Yami as he ground himself harshly against him, groaning into the other's mouth, and swallowing up the spirit's pitiful moans.

 

“I…I haven't…” his body trembled, hips bucking up to crash against the CEO's arousal, something rattling past his throat as he jerked toward the taller and rubbed his member along Kaiba's thigh, taking any contact as maddening relief. “N-not…th-this lifet-time…”

 

Seto snaked his hand down between their bodies, lightly pushing Yami away long enough to entwine his fingers with the stiff flesh, stroking the hot member and teasing the head with his thumb, smiling knowingly as he heard Yami gasp and melt below him, the fingers on this back biting into his skin and dragged downward as Yami's grasp slipped and he plopped fully against the bed once more.

 

“Did I ever treat you as anything other than a virgin?” he licked the rim of Yami's ear, pumping the flesh in his hand as he crawled down along the panting form.

 

“Ng…ngh….n-no…” Yami was a squirming mess by now, tears creeping along the rim of his eyelids as he tried to define what was happening. It was wonderful, beautiful, twisted into a white hot burning and pulsing *something* too indefinable to be real.

 

And he wanted more.

 

Starved for lifetimes, dry and shriveled hunger knotted and wanting and wanting and wanting-

 

“Take me…”

 

Kaiba peered through glazed slits of sapphire, surprise widening the blue as he looked at the raw need throbbing in Yami's voice and eyes…eyes flickering lighting and passion and blood red want.

 

The sinewy curves of the spirit's body shuddered, Kaiba kissing the boy's skin, dragging his tongue along his hips, and nuzzling the scarlet tipped curls below. Yami blushed hotly, watching the CEO brush lips along his penis, tenderly, lovingly tasting the silken flesh.

 

Pathetic mewls and thirsty moans pooled from his lips, the hot warmth of Seto's mouth enveloping him slowly, well-skilled tongue teasing the stiff member. Kaiba deep throated the spirit and sucked hard, making the Pharaoh gasp and fist his hands in the silky sheets, small sprinkles of sweat forming on his body feeling like ice as they clashed with his feverish flesh.

 

A vaguely familiar hum strung the air, Yami's mind fuzzing over with an animalistic desire, yet able to recognize the ancient tune, sung to him so long ago, the memories coughed before they let up and reminded the once Pharaoh of his lover's favorite song.

 

“Seth…” it was a weak sob, more hungry than heartbroken, fingers seeking Kaiba's hair and tangling in the strung silk of brown. “M-more…” Kaiba smirked and repeated his action, one hand grazing short fingernails along the length, while the other gently fondled the rest of the spirit. Yami's lips trembled, body helplessly pooling against the bed as his groin lit afire and suddenly seemed to explode, his broken cry rattling past his lips and expressing only half of what he felt.

 

Kaiba had enough time to register the harsh buck before he felt his mouth fill with the searing heat of Yami's release, his tongue cupped low so the semen could pass undeterred and allow Kaiba to swallow with ease.

 

Yami's body shuddered violently, every muscle snapping alive and suddenly flooding with exhaustion, his chest screaming for air even as he gulped in what he could. He could feel the brunette lick his shaft clean, suckling longer than necessary in an attempt to re-arouse the spirit, his ploy working nearly immediately.

 

Seto stroked his lover mindlessly, leaning up and kissing the corner of Yami's lips, letting the spirit tip his head into the kiss, Yami savoring the sharp taste of himself coating Kaiba's mouth. “Seto…gods…that was-” he cut himself off with a strangled moan, Kaiba's hand pumping him in time to his heartbeats, a pace now snatching away what little breath Yami had managed to collect.

 

“I'm not finished with you…” his husky whisper spilled across the spirit's flesh, scarlet eyes widening as Yami tried to wriggle from the sudden, slicked intrusion he felt. “Sh…” Kaiba gently held Yami by the shoulder, kissing the fright away as he drew out his finger and held up a small tube.

 

“When…?…” Yami didn't bother to finish his question as another well-coated finger slipped inside him, brushing the highly tensed walls, the spirit gurgling in pleasure and shaking his head to wave the thought away as the CEO started a series of scissoring motions, stretching the tender flesh.

 

Kaiba took the liberty of adding a third finger just as his Pharaoh began to melt again, the boy's frame tensing at the now more uncomfortable amount squirming within him. “Sh…Just relax, this is nothing compared to what's coming.” He watched Yami's eyes widen, smiling kindly and kissing the spirit's nose. “I'll be gentle, I swear…”

 

Nuzzling the Pharaoh's neck, Kaiba quickly finished preparing his lover, finger teasing the entrance by rimming it slowly while he pulled out. The spirit whimpered pathetically, squirming just a bit as he watched through lidded eyes, Kaiba coating his own member with a generous amount of lubricant, the CEO biting back a soft moan when Yami reached out tentatively, smaller fingers lacing with Kaiba's and aiding the brunette to slick the hot flesh completely.

 

Seto reluctantly moved the spirit's hands, tangling their fingers together while Kaiba's free hand parted Yami's legs, shifting and adjusting the spirit so Seto's arousal now pressed against the other's entrance, tip nudging the highly tensed flesh.

 

Yami's eyes fluttered wide open, a jolt of fear suddenly riddling his body as he trembled and tried to jerk away, melting into stillness as Kaiba's mouth pressed against his, tongue dragging over the spirit's lower lip and delving into the dark warmth, taking the other's distraction as the opportunity to sink into the wiry frame.

 

Sharp

 

Broken

 

Torn

 

His gasp screamed in his own ears, the scratch of tears burning and hurting and too much to take. “Seto!” His cry was just as strained, just as heartbroken as the flames engulfing his body. “No! Please! Stop!” He sobbed, throat snapping against itself as fire and pain and

 

Hurt

 

Screams

 

Blood

 

Spilled from him.

 

“I…It hurts…”

 

Poor little Pharaoh…

 

Like cold whispers, breath brushed against his skin, teeth dragging and nipping and scratching in lust.

 

Poor little Yami…

 

Hush, hush, little Pharaoh.

 

The more you fight it, the longer you'll cry…

 

“Sh…”

 

“…S-Seto…”

 

And it did die, slowly, slowly, like melting ice and rousing nightmares.

 

“Tell me when…” Kaiba whispered, lips fluttering gently over the spirit's, his brown hair tickling the boy's face.

 

Yami nodded, swallowing back a whimper and feeling, forcing his flesh to ease and accept the intrusion. He could feel Kaiba's breath against his heated skin, feel fingertips graze his chest, and feel the hungry, blue stare from the man above, within, and around him.

 

Kaiba hissed, eyes hooding when the spirit suddenly shifted and caused the brunette to sink deeper still, the tight, wet heat taking him hostage. He started to move, slowly pulling out to the head and feeling the sex-heated air slip between them, curling around his throbbing length and making the CEO groan, louder still when he plunged back in, strangling a yelp-moan from the spirit beneath him.

 

“…Oh…Gods…” Yami swallowed and pulled his neck taught, reveling in the sharp, sweet sensation of having his lover once again within him, whimpering as he wrapped his legs around the other's waist, drawing the CEO impossibly deeper and growling at the feeling. “Move…hard…”

 

Kaiba's eyes flicked to the crimson depths before him, smirking at the raw lust throbbing between every soft pant. “You sure, Pharaoh?…”

 

Yami nodded, chest flickering as the CEO readily complied, groaning at the thrusts raining upon his sinewy body repeatedly. “Ra…Seto…” Yami could feel every part of himself flood with passion and desire, fingers combing blindly through the other's brown locks, skimming down his spine, and grasping at Kaiba's hips, helping the brunette delve ever deeper.

 

Sweat slicked flesh fell victim to a torrent of hungry kisses, soft lips whispering promises and wishes against the trembling frame of the spirit, nothing overlooked as Kaiba thoroughly worshiped his lover, movements growing in persistence, mangled cries from his pharaoh throttling the air as he continued.

 

“Fuck…me…harder…”

 

This set Kaiba aback, his blue eyes blinking in question at the other, Yami's bliss ridden expression hiding nothing as his hips jerked toward the CEO, crying out as the sharp crack of pleasure split his body.

 

And, who was Seto to deny his lover?

 

Kaiba smirked, whispering against the spirit's ear, tongue darting out to trace and tease. “As you wish, Pharaoh…” He gave a sultry purr and both hands gently lifted the other's hips slightly, Yami groaning in appreciation as Kaiba began to thrust faster with the new position, every penetration making the spirit scream in love tainted hunger, chests flaring as they tried to keep up with their racing heartbeats.

 

More and More.

 

All they had wanted, all they had dreamt of.

 

Harder and harder.

 

Everything coming together in a broken frenzy of cries and pleas.

 

Faster and faster.

 

Flesh slapping flesh, groans meeting moans.

 

“Please! Gods!“

 

Lips and tongues, sweat and bodies.

 

“Seto!“

 

Melting into one pulsing creature of ageless lust and love.

 

“Pharaoh…My Pharaoh…”

 

And they laid there…

 

Tangled amongst limbs and whispers. The evidence of their actions stained white across their bodies, cooling and slipping across them like trails of reassurance, weeping promises never to be broken or questioned again.

 

How long?…

 

How long?…

 

How long until that day would come?…

 

That day when they would have to part again, torn and shattered by destiny and dark misfortune…

 

Yami purred into the other's neck, inhaling the musk of Kaiba's sweat and cologne, smiling and kissing the juncture of his shoulder, receiving a quiet chuckle and kiss on the brow.

 

No…

 

There would be no such day…

 

Not this lifetime…

 

Not when it had taken so long to stumble and fall into each other's arms again…

 

Kaiba held the spirit close, cradling the small frame as though the other could break, and hummed once more.

 

The air, warm and soft in the wake of their love, cooed with the quiet hush of the tune, easing the two forms to sleep…

 

Dreams and forever awaiting them…

 

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