Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lent ❯ Lent ( Chapter 1 )

LENT

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, got it? Me so poor, I can only afford to type fanfics for it.

Summary: Prize fic for the winner of my Seto/Ryou challenge. Lent is a time of giving up. Seto gives up work, Yugi M&W, Anzu dancing, Yami gives up - leather and buckles?! What will Ryou give up for Lent? LEMON!

Author's Notes: This is the prize fic for the winner of my Seto/Ryou challenge: PICARO! Hope you like this fic! I know it's not the one I advertised in my bio on ff.net, but I couldn't get that one done on time and this one was just about finished. It is a lemon, so yeah. It's also my first, so be nice and give some advice and reviews!

If you want to read Picaro's entry, it's called 'If You Were' and it's posted on ff.net!

Sorry if I got anything wrong, I haven't had a decent Religious Education lesson in four years since I started high school. Anyways, on with the story!

Warnings: Lemon, shounen-ai, yaoi and, past this point, you cannot blame me (or flame me, for that matter) if you do not like the above. You have been warned so if you did not heed these warnings, it's not my fault.

ENJOY!

---- LENT ----

"Yugi-kun insisted we participate, Seto."

"I still think it's a stupid idea."

"Onegai?"

"Fine, fine. I must say, however, that Yugi-tachi are all stupid bakas."

"Have you ever met a baka who wasn't stupid?"

Seto sighed exasperatedly at his koi, who smiled serenely at him. They were in his office in the Kaiba mansion, only that it wasn't exactly business they were discussing. His white-haired koi had come back from lunch with Yugi-tachi, bringing news of their latest antics.

Even as adults, the group held such activities as the yearly 'Significant Other' game played at Christmas, among others. Every year, Seto would be forced to play as well, despite his initial refusal. The only reason he did so was because Ryou was so eager to have him participate. He couldn't refuse his koi's requests.

"Come here for a bit, won't you, koi?" he asked, motioning to his lap.

"Sure."

Ryou let himself be pulled into the CEO's lap and held silently. They did this often, both understanding Seto's difficulty of expressing his emotions. Ryou liked being held by Seto because he felt safe and Seto's arms felt secure and warm. He didn't need fancy things the CEO could easily buy with money, only the knowledge that, despite both their shortcomings, they were very much in love.

"So . . . what goes on with this idea?"

"Mm?" Ryou pulled away from his chest slightly. "Oh, right, the game. Apparently there's this time called Lent, which starts forty days before Easter. I think it's a time where you can't eat meat every Friday until the forty days are over."

"Is this some sort of religious activity?"

"It's a Catholic thing, I believe."

"Oh."

"There's more to it."

Somehow, Seto didn't think that it was going to get any better. Not eating meat every Friday was fine, he could live with but he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't going to like the 'more to it' part.

"During Lent, we're supposed to give up something we can live without, or is special to us or something." Ryou fidgeted. "Anou . . . Yugi-tachi want to share what each of us will give up during Lent. So, what do you think about it?"

"I hope it doesn't mean I'm giving special people up."

Ryou blinked before his words sunk in. Then he blushed and half-heartedly struck his koi's chest. Seto smirked, kissing the pale boy's cheek a few times, before making his way to his lips. The albino kissed him back fondly, closing his eyes. Pulling away about a centimetre, Seto kissed down his jaw and below his ear, where it joined to the neck. Ryou was particularly sensitive there and he whimpered appreciatively.

"I don't think people are in that category," he breathed with a smile.

"That's a relief," Seto murmured against his neck, causing Ryou to tremble.

"I - we have to get to . . . work." Ryou stilled his koi's wandering hands, bringing them so they rested in front of him. "We're going to be late."

"Ee," Seto agreed. "Come on, I'll drive you."

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Mokuba bounced into the headquarters of KaibaCorp, looking utterly delighted with something or other. Ever since starting junior high with Jounouchi Shizuka, the bubbly teen became even more bubbly and vibrant. He was now well into his last year of junior high and seeing his girlfriend every day, which pleased him no end.

"Niisama!" he said happily, throwing his school bag down onto the sofa.

"You're early," Seto commented, peering over his work. "And extremely bright."

"Shizuka-chan and I are going to the mooooovies," Mokuba sang.

It wasn't their first date, but Mokuba was excited anyway. It was their first unchaperoned date - Jounouchi Katsuya had insisted on following them at a safe distance on their very first one. After that, when Seto told him off and Mai did some convincing, the blonde settled for having his sister call him at regularly timed intervals.

"Hontou? What movie?"

"'Underworld'."

"Aren't you a bit too young for that movie?"

The teen shrugged carelessly, flopping onto the sofa with a relaxed sigh. He had gone home to change his clothing, pulling on the hand-knitted jumper Shizuka had made him some time ago, a larger version of the one she had made when they played 'Significant Other' four years ago. He loved it and would wear it and anything else Shizuka made for him.

"Anou . . . has Ryou-kun told you about the game yet?"

"Ee."

"What are you giving up?"

"I really haven't given it much thought," Seto confessed.

"I'm thinking about giving up video games until Lent is over," Mokuba said seriously, leaving Seto surprised and shocked. "Maybe spend some more time doing other things. Sensei thinks I'm gonna rot away in front of a screen for the rest of my life."

"That - that's unexpected."

Seto really had to think now. Lent lasted about forty days and five of those days had already passed. If Mokuba could give up video games for that time, then maybe he could afford to give up something important as well . . . now all he needed to know was what he had to give up.

His eyes flitted to the computer screen, detailing a contract he was supposed to be reading for a partnership with another company. With Omega Town far behind him technology-wise and Industrial Illusions on a hold until Pegasus recovered, he had wanted to get ahead of them on the market. Now that he thought about it, he was already far ahead. A little holiday would do him good . . .

"You know what, Mokuba?" his lips spread into a devious smirk. "I need a break. A long one. Do you think you'd be able to take over for about - two weeks?"

"What are you going to do?" Mokuba asked, bewildered.

"I'm going to fly Ryou and myself over to Australia for a fortnight. He's been looking tense lately and I wanted to relax a while." Seeing Mokuba about to open his mouth, Seto intervened. "Gomen, Mokuba, you've got school. Your finals are coming up soon, so you have to study. No holiday for you, I'm afraid."

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Yami gave up wearing buckles and leather for the entire duration of Lent, much to everyone's surprise. He was dressed in dark, tight jeans and a black, loose T-shirt the next day when he went out to meet with Yugi-tachi. Everyone exclaimed and fussed over his change of attire, which he bore with the air of a martyr.

"I've decided that leather and buckles isn't all that important to my life," he said gravely. "I'm dressing down for a while, coming down to the common level of jeans and a shirt."

"OI!" several people yelled in mock annoyance.

Seto whacked him over the head, scowling. Yami rolled his eyes, knowing that Seto was just annoyed that he had insulted his koibito's dress sense. The albino stubbornly refused to wear leather, even when it had been offered to him through the goodness of the pharaoh's heart. He wasn't the leather type, was the excuse.

"I'm not dancing for a month," Anzu announced.

"That's just crazy, Anzu-chan," Honda exclaimed. "What about your job?"

"I've taken a month's leave."

"Well, I'm not going to buy that new motorcycle I wanted," Honda said firmly. "It's not as important as being with friends and loved ones."

"Demo, Honda-kun . . . you really wanted that motorcycle!" Yugi gasped.

Honda shrugged, acting much like the way Yami was. Jounouchi and Mai were debating something in the corner, trying to look inconspicuous, but failing utterly as Jounouchi let out a horrified yelp. Mai pulled her husband down by the ear angrily.

"I'm not - no way! You can't make me!" he cried.

"Yes you are, Katsuya!"

"This is blackmail! It's evil!"

"Nanda?" Seto demanded, looking annoyed.

"She - she wants me to give up . . ." Jounouchi paused, looking mortified, " . . . she wants me to sell my old delivery bike!"

They all sweatdropped at this. It was common knowledge that Jounouchi was attached to his ancient delivery bike and would rather die than sell it. He claimed that it was a fond memory of his old life as a street kid doing the odd jobs around town. Since he apparently had no more freedom after getting married, with Mai firmly saying that he was to get a proper job, desk or no, he needed that kind of a reminder so he wouldn't go insane.

"Live with it, Katsuya!" Mai growled. "I'm the one who has to give up my part-time job to act demure housewife for a month and four days! Think how I feel! Don't you dare say it isn't fair to my face, Katsuya!"

Anzu, who had been standing closest to them, backed away carefully. They all eyed the honey-blonde woman cautiously, as if she were a bomb waiting to explode. That was before Yugi announced his decision of taking up chess rather than Magic & Wizards for the entire Lent period. He winced inwardly at the thought. While he loved the latter, chess was never really his favourite game. It didn't mean he wasn't skilled in it either, it was just it bored him.

"Daijoubu ka, aibou?" Yami asked worriedly.

"Aa, mou hitori no boku." Yugi smiled. "Daijoubu! It's only thirty five days."

A light cough brought their attention to the three lounged on a comfortable couch in the corner of the room. Yami Bakura, or Bakura, as he would be referred to for the rest of this fic, was reclined on the said couch, with Malik and Marik draped all over him. Their faces, oddly enough, were not glued to each other's faces, or other body parts, for that matter. They weren't making out, having sex or venting out sexual frustration on each other in public.

"Think we should tell them?" Marik asked.

"Hmm . . . go ahead, Kura-chan."

"We're not going to make out excessively in public, nor are we going to have sex in public, until this Lent thing is over," Marik announced, when Bakura failed to say anything.

"This is a practise I didn't want to be involved in," Bakura grumbled. "I'm not remotely Catholic, or Christian for that matter."

"Let me guess," Yami said wryly, looking at them, "does this mean the three of you are not leaving the house for the entire Lent period?"

"Pretty much . . . yeah."

"Good Lord, yami!" Ryou exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"You're one to talk, yadonushi. What are you giving up?"

Ryou flushed darkly, mumbling an excuse about not having thought about it as yet. His yami smirked at him, knowing full well what his hikari was thinking along the lines of. He didn't press the matter as Seto wrapped an arm around his koi's waist and pressed his lips to the top of the albino's head lovingly. Yugi-tachi sighed.

"I'm taking a fortnight off work to go to Australia," Seto whispered into Ryou's ear. "And you're coming with me. It'll just be the two of us in Sydney."

"What about Mokuba?"

"He's got school." Ignoring the others' interested looks; Seto wrapped both arms around Ryou from behind. "The two of us are going to see Sydney and all the sites, without these hindrances following our every step."

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Sydney was much warmer than Japan. That was the first thing that came to Ryou's head as he got off the plane and headed into Sydney airport. Even if it were going into autumn, the temperature was still surprisingly high. It was lucky that Sydney was situated so close to the coast, so the temperature was not as hot as some other places, like Cairns, for example.

"This place isn't shabby at all," he noted, hoisting a bag over his shoulder.

"It's famous," Seto told him. "Otherwise, the 2000 Olympic Games wouldn't have been such a success. Come on, I've got a car waiting outside."

Both of them had travelled overseas before, but neither had come to Australia ever, so this holiday would be their first trip to a country in the Southern Hemisphere. Ryou had read a lot about Australia, half expecting it to be a country-like continent, dry and arid like the desert, but he had expected wrongly. The coasts were very pleasant, with sunny days and warm, pleasant weather. He had a feeling this holiday was going to be great.

"What are we going to do, Seto?"

The CEO considered this question.

"Maybe we'll go to the hotel first, get settled, then find something to amuse ourselves with for the remainder of the day. We'll go sightseeing tomorrow morning. How's that sound, koi?"

"Mm . . . I like the sound of that."

Seto was doing the driving, as he had insisted on just the two of them being together. It meant he left the cell he used for work, his chauffeur, bodyguards and Mokuba back in Japan, concentrating entirely on the trip. He knew it made his koi happy and Mokuba had always insisted that he'd be leaving KaibaCorp in able hands (meaning his own) when he chose to go on holiday. Ryou there was an added bonus.

"Here we are," Seto said, looking up at the building. "Capitol Hotel."

"It's - big," Ryou commented in awe. "Very big."

"And comfortable. It's one of the best this city has to offer."

They checked in, found their room and started to unpack. Since the Capitol Hotel was in the middle of the city, in the CBD, there wasn't much of a view. Nevertheless, it was very large and spacious, clean and cosily furnished. Ryou loved the bed most. It was soft and pleasantly springy, not unlike his bed back in the Kaiba mansion.

\\ One bed, yadonushi? I wonder what Kaiba's thinking \\

Ryou squeaked in surprise, flushing and making Seto turn around from the wardrobe and face him in confusion. Deciding that the unpacking could wait, the CEO shoved everything inside the wardrobe and shut the door. He then sat down next to Ryou, pulling the albino into his arms. Ryou snuggled up against him.

"Something the matter, koi?"

"Iie, it's just Bakura . . ."

"Oh . . . can't you block him or something?"

"Sure I can, but . . ."

"But what?"

"Nothing." Ryou traced patterns onto his koi's chest with a finger. "You know, koi, I think this is really wonderful. What with all the work you have at KaibaCorp, you still find time for me and -"

Seto's only response was to cut him off with a soft kiss. Surprised at first, Ryou's eyes widened, but then he relaxed and returned it affectionately. He wrapped his arms around the CEO's chest and twisted himself around so he was facing him entirely. Seto stroked his hair, running through the silky locks lovingly as he deepened the kiss.

Shyly, Ryou pulled them down so that he was lying on his back on the bed, Seto on top of him. The CEO straddled him, breaking the kiss to look at him with concern.

"Do you want this?" he asked. "I know you're very self-conscious about these things and I wanted to make sure you're all right with it before I continue . . ."

"Sh . . . of course I do," Ryou murmured. He was busy tracing a line down Seto's jaw with his finger. "Let's just say, it's my participation to Lent."

Grinning mischievously, Seto leaned down and engaged him in another kiss, though this one was deeper and more passionate than the last. Ryou put up a playful fight for dominance, but soon caved in and let Seto take control. Seto kissed his way along Ryou's jaw to where it joined with the neck, near his ear, kissing and murmuring incoherent words on the sensitive skin. Ryou shivered, but he kissed down the other's neck, moving his hands so they were unbuttoning the shirt and pushing it down the fine torso.

"Aishiteru," he whispered. "Aishiteru."

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Back in Domino, Bakura glanced up from where he was leaning over Malik, smirking slightly. So his hikari had finally decided to get it on with Kaiba Seto. A very peeved Malik struck him on the chest, rubbing himself against the albino demandingly.

"I don't like being ignored, Bakura," the Egyptian growled.

"Ryou's getting it on with Kaiba."

"Good for him then." Malik thrust his erection against Bakura's. "Now hurry up!"

Bakura smirked wider and complied with his lover's wishes.

---- LEMON WARNING! There is lemon after this point. Turn back if you must ----

By this time, Seto had Ryou squirming for more contact beneath him, moaning and whimpering at every feather-light touch on his heated body. Their clothes had long been discarded and Seto was taking full advantage of the situation to tease the albino's sensitive body, driving him insane with need.

"Seto . . ." Ryou now moaned.

"Sh . . . patience, koi."

"You're being . . . evil," he gasped, thrusting his hips as Seto held him down, taking his entire length into his skilled mouth, working him. ". . . ah . . ."

"Say you want me," Seto said huskily, blowing absentmindedly on the member he had just stopped working on. Ryou arched and moaned. "I want to hear you say it."

"I - I want you," he moaned again, voice shaking. "Aishiteru."

"Aishiteru mou." Seto kissed him long and hard.

Finally he reached to the bedside table, where a tube of lubricant had been left there. Rather, he had conveniently found it inside the drawer (A/N: I've never really seen one of them in a hotel room before, but I'm supposing they don't put it in a room with children inside!). Uncapping it, he coated his fingers with the stuff, going back to Ryou.

Kissing the albino, he took this chance to prepare him thoroughly. Ryou whimpered at first, wincing at the intrusion, but gradually relaxed and moved against the fingers, clutching desperately at Seto's shoulders. Seto removed his fingers gently and coated his own length with lube. He then pressed into Ryou slowly.

"Ah . . . Seto, it hurts . . ." Ryou whimpered.

"Sh . . . relax koi," Seto murmured soothingly. "It'll pass."

And pass it did. Seto filled him nicely and let him adjust. Ryou got used to the feeling of having Seto inside him and wriggled around impatiently to say he was ready. The CEO began to move inside him, slowly at first, then harder and harder as Ryou encouraged him with moans, pants and whimpers of pleasure.

"How does it feel?"

" . . . So good . . ." Ryou cried shakily. " . . . please . . .!"

Seto sped up his movements, burying himself deep within the albino, pulling back out and then pounding right back in again. Ryou tensed, almost reaching his climax. His lover noticed this and helped him wrap his legs around his waist, increasing the friction between them. Another moan.

They were lost in the waves of ecstasy and bliss. The heat surrounding him overwhelmed Seto - he just couldn't get enough of that feeling. Ryou arched his back and moaned his release, tightening around Seto, who thrust in one last time and released also.

"That, koi, was absolutely amazing," Seto panted. "Aishiteru."

"Aishiteru mou," Ryou yawned, welcoming the firm embrace his lover offered.

"I know now what you've given up for Lent," Seto commented in tired amusement.

---- End ----

A/N: this was my first lemon.

MY FIRST LEMON! YAY PARTY!!!!!!! I WROTE A LEMON! And it wasn't just ANY lemon! It was yaoi! To think that my first posted lemon was a yaoi one . . .

I wrote a lemon previous as an experiment, but I lost that one. It was a Kowaru/Rei pairing from Neon Genesis, but then my PC screwed up and I lost it.

Did you guys like?

Seeing as my previous prize fic is still on my PC, I'll post that one up later as a thank you to all those who entered my challenge.

Ok, I'm going to work on the next chapters of 'Identity' and 'Judgement' now! Bai bai!

Relinquished