Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lust, Longing, and a Videotape ❯ Lust, Longing, and a Videotape ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own it…. Just the story idea… cause I'm a perv.



Summary: There's a security breech down at Kaiba Corp, and Seto decides to take care of the problem, personally. Of course it happens the Friday he's given all his staff the night off, and he doesn't like the idea of leaving Mokuba home alone so late. So he calls Yugi to come over and watch him, but Yugi's busy so Yami comes in his place. Seto has strict instructions and leaves Yami alone. Bored, Yami stumbles on an x-rated part of Seto's movie collection, with interesting results.



Lust, Longing, and a Videotape…





Yugi's ten-foot smile was the first indication Yami had that his aibou was up to something. Yugi harmlessly bounced into the living room with one of his biggest, and brightest grins, and then plopped onto the couch. Yami quirked an eyebrow, already worried about what his light wanted. He didn't have to wonder for long though. And he had good reason to be concerned.

Yami listened to the entire story. But sat unimpressed.

"I'd go, Yami," Yugi began, factually, "But Ryou's coming by. And we haven't been alone in three and a half weeks. I'm sure Kaiba wouldn't mind you taking my place."

"Aibou, I'm not much of a babysitter. And it's pretty late, it's already after nine."

"I know, Yami. But there's a major issue at the Kaiba Corp building, and since Kaiba programmed half the security systems they really need him down there. They think it could be a computer virus or something. He doesn't want to leave Mokuba alone and the servants all have the night off. Except for a couple of security guards."

"Aibou…"

"Yami, weren't you the one that told us that we should always try to be nice to Kaiba, even when he's being unpleasant to us? You've always taught me that it's important to be the bigger person, and that eventually people like Kaiba will come around. And you said that if we show him that we're willing to be civil and kind to him he'll respond positively. He called me because he needed help. Do you really want to tell him that you don't want to be there for him, therefore justifying his contempt for us?"

"You make a good argument, Little One," Yami considered. "I guess if Kaiba won't scoff at my presence I can do him this favor."

"Oh thank you, Yami," Yugi cried, wrapping his diminutive arms around the taller teenager. "I really appreciate it. So does Ryou. It's so hard for us to ever get time alone. When's the next time grandpa is going to have a convention to go to?"

"I know, Aibou." Yami stood up and gave Yugi a look. "I guess I'll go get ready. But you owe me one."

Yugi smiled again, and nodded. Yami headed for the doorway. "Yami?" Yami turned around.

"Yes, Little One?"

"Have fun with Kaiba." Yami gave Yugi a look. Yugi only giggled. Yami sighed and got ready to go.

He was going to regret this.

No way around it, he was definitely going to regret this.



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Seto answered the door, his ocean blue orbs focusing into crimson depths. After a second's hesitation he allowed Yami to step inside the mansion. Seto checked his watch, Yami sighed.

"I came as soon as I could, this was short notice."

"Did I say anything, Pharaoh?" Seto asked, uninterested in lengthy explanations. "Come with me, I'll show you the abbreviated tour." Seto took long strides, Yami almost struggling to keep up with the teen billionaire.

They arrived up the stairs and Seto pointed to the third door on the right. "Mokuba's room. He was up all day playing videogames so he's exhausted and has gone to sleep. If he wakes up while I'm gone he'll most likely go downstairs, into the kitchen, looking for a midnight snack. Cookies." Seto was already headed back down the stairs. Yami followed.

"There's nothing else upstairs I need to see, Kaiba?" Yami asked, entering the kitchen.

"No." Seto opened a cabinet and placed a bag of cookies on top of the refrigerator. "Mokuba is not to have any cookies. Not one. He'll probably try to bribe you, if he doesn't try sneaking in here looking for them. No cookies. Am I making myself clear?"

"No, cookies. Not a difficult concept to understand, Kaiba." Seto narrowed his eyes, not amused. He said nothing as he continued out of the kitchen.

They headed to another room, Seto stopped and pointed. "The bathroom. If nature calls you can use this one. As far as I know, the others should be locked."

"Afraid I'm going to steal the toilet seat covers, Kaiba?"

Seto looked over his shoulder at Yami. "Don't quit your day job, Pharaoh." Seto headed to his final destination, Yami following.

"You can stay in here and watch television. There's a DVD and VCR and about 500 channels, although most of them are junk. There's a computer with a high-speed Internet connection in case you find the need to search the World Wide Web. Otherwise, that's it. I have no idea how long this is going to take. The morons who work for me have probably already made the problem worse and I'll have to spend two hours fixing what they've messed up."

"Yugi said something about there being a security breech."

"Something like that. My staff will be back on duty at 9am and if I'm not home by then, I trust you can see yourself out. There are prepared meals in the refrigerator. Each one has a number on it, indicating how long you have to put them in the microwave. They also tell you if they should be covered or uncovered when you heat them. You're welcome to eat anything in the kitchen."

"Even the cookies?" Yami asked.

"Has anyone ever told you how incredibly irritating you are, Yami?" Seto answered.

"Is that all then? Is there a number I can reach you at in case of emergency?"

"Call my cell phone. The number is programmed on the phone." Seto pointed to the phone sitting on an end table.

"And just so we're perfectly clear, the dust in this house is worth more money than you'll ever see in this lifetime, and if so much as a fiber from the Persian rug is out of place I'll break your face. Consequentially, the doors are all either locked, or security protected, so there will be no opportunity for you to wander around exploring in here. No long distance phone calls, no attempting to hack into my files on my computer, no waking Mokuba, no one else over. Stay in this room, keep it fairly quiet. And we'll have no problems."

"Yeah, you're welcome, Kaiba."

"It's already a quarter to 10. I'm leaving now." Yami rolled his eyes.

"I'll be fine. Just go already."

"Yami." Yami met icy blue eyes. "Don't give me a reason to regret this."

"Wouldn't dream of it."


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Since it didn't seem Seto was planning on paying for his babysitting services Yami decided to take Seto up on his offer and eat something. After all, the guy was rich and the spirit had all intentions of treating the Kaiba mansion as an All-You-Can-Eat buffet. First he thought he'd find something to watch on television.

He decided television would probably be the best option, since he spent too much of his free time on the Internet at his house already. Knowing the CEO there were probably only a limited amount of websites he could access anyway.

Yami flipped through the channels, feeling a little weird holding a remote in his hand that was probably the size of his other half. He found himself a little jaded though. Seto turned out to be right.

500 channels and all of them junk.

After browsing through the sixth Shop-At-Home network Yami decided to watch a DVD. The entertainment center was gorgeous. Surround sound, every kind of media device ever invented, and a television the size of the Kame Game Shop.

Yami scanned the DVD titles, deciding on Ringu. Yami could never watch the thriller because Yugi hated horror movies. No matter how many times Yami explained to his hikari that he wouldn't die in seven days just by watching the film, the younger teen just refused to sit through it.

Besides, Yami would need something to keep him awake. He could only imagine what the master of the house would say if he fell asleep on the job. The entire thing made no sense. Wasn't Mokuba old enough to care for himself? He'd be twelve before long. Maybe he was old fashioned, but at Mokuba's age, Yami was preparing to run a nation, not sneaking around trying to eat cookies against his brother's wishes.

The little drawer on the DVD player wouldn't open, and then Yami realized the player wasn't on. After fiddling with the remote for a few seconds he gave up and walked over to the offending appliance. After a good three minutes of troubleshooting, Yami discovered that the device wasn't even plugged in.

Or hooked up to the television.

Yami couldn't even find any stray connection wires. Not wanting to play around with it too much, on the off chance that the entire setup would short circuit, Yami decided he'd watch a VHS instead. The former pharaoh wasn't picky, although he did see why people preferred DVD to videotape.

It took another three minutes to locate the appropriate remote control. Once acquired, Yami turned on the player and pushed play, noticing there was already a tape inside. Yami started to fast-forward the government warnings, but then decided to let them play while he got up to get something to eat. By the time he returned, he reasoned, the movie would probably just be starting.



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Yami returned with a smorgasbord worth of food, just in time as the main title appeared. It was in neat white font, against a black background: In Too Deep. Smooth Jazz music started in from behind the couch speakers.

Yami sat down. In Too Deep? He had never heard of it. The box didn't seem to be anywhere. Was this a foreign film? A documentary? A classic?

Yami got his answer in an unexpected way.

The camera panned across a close up of a bare thigh. It paused at a large, erect penis. The camera angle changed and a second lightly tanned figure straddled the erection, the camera only showing the view from the second person's backside. Yami's eyes widened to twice their normal size as she impaled herself.

A loud moan, the music picked up.

"What the…" The moans from the television cut off Yami's voiced objection. He was in shock, watching one figure essentially ride on top of the other.

Certainly the great and powerful former pharaoh was not naïve about such activities. And he knew that people in these modern times often rented or purchased this kind of entertainment to pleasure themselves. Yami had just never seen it before. Yugi was too much of an innocent to watch such things, actually he was pretty sure Yugi and Ryou hadn't even had sex yet even though they had been dating for six months. And certainly Yugi's grandfather was a little old to be worrying about these kinds of encounters, even if there were certain medications that could be brought to help in that area.

Seto Kaiba, owning porno? Actually, that seemed right. Seto was a voyeur at heart and Yami supposed that Seto Kaiba was a teenage male with needs. And since he certainly didn't have a girlfriend to fulfill this aspect of his life, Yami supposed that he had to take care of things in any way he knew how. It was funny to think that Kaiba had left the tape in his VCR. Maybe he had been enjoying it's imagery when he received a frantic call that there were problems down at Kaiba Corp.

The thought entertained Yami.

Yami had all intentions of shutting the damned thing off. Maybe even teasing Seto about it when he returned. For some unknown reason though, Yami couldn't look away. It was kind of interesting to watch this young woman enjoy herself. Her voice was rather husky. And deep. The man underneath her was grunting in appreciation. Yami was really amused that the shot only concentrated on the dick as it slid in and out of… wait a minute… that couldn't be her…

No, that was her….

Wait a second… the camera was moving… up went the camera to long brown locks and then the camera angle switched and a gorgeous young…

By Ra that was a…

A….

HE.

The camera dipped back down and the "he"… the second "he"…. The man… he was… pleasuring himself… pumping his shaft in time with the other's thrusts…. This was….

This was….

Gay porn!

Yami pushed the power button. He pushed it a good forty times before it turned off. He stood up, trembling.

Where in the world was the video box? It had to be around somewhere. If Yami's theory was right then it couldn't have gotten far. It made sense, Seto knew his staff would be off tonight, his brother had gone to bed, and he planned on spending the night watching In Too Deep on his obnoxiously big TV.

Yami found himself actually flushing, turning the same crimson color his eyes were.

Why was he so embarrassed by this?

He was gay. Or at the very least bi. Although, he hadn't found many females in his day that he had wanted to be with long term. All his favorite slaves had been male. And since he had manifested himself his own body in this time, he hadn't really looked at any females in that way…

But he was completely red. This was ridiculous… Truly, ridiculous. He had seen men have sexual relations with each other. He had even enjoyed making his male concubines do things to each other while he watched.

So why the reaction?

This was no time to be polite, he needed to know. He rummaged through Seto's things. He opened a couple of cabinets on the entertainment center and found the movie box, along with other pornography titles:

"Bottom's Up?" Yami tossed the movie to the side. "Cock of the Walk." That one got thrown over his shoulder. "The Fast and the Bi-curious."

This was…

It was incomprehensible.

"Kaiba's gay?"



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Yami had calmed himself. Was it that surprising that Seto Kaiba was gay?

No.

For one, the guy knew how to dress. If anything, Yami had already decided he was that new American term people were using…. Metrosexual.

Secondly, the CEO had always acted differently around men than around women. Of course he was nasty and standoffish to both sexes, but there was definitely something different about the way he interacted with other males.

Bottom's Up had been most enjoyable, and Yami wondered absently if Seto was in to half the things shown on the tape. Seto certainly had an issue about always being in control of everything he did. But would he really use such devices on a lover, did he really go around handcuffing and blindfolding people to his bed?

The other thing that Yami pondered was how experienced Seto was. It was hard enough to be a gay teenager. Especially hard when you were a rich and powerful businessman. Certainly any person Seto could have "played" with would be a liability. Yami could only imagine if such a thing leaked out. Seto couldn't afford for anyone to know about such things, especially if the activities presented in The Fast and the Bi-Curious and In Too Deep were things he enjoyed participating in.

The thing that plagued Yami the most was that all the things that the people in those four movies had done were things he could easily imagine Seto trying.

And that image had been bothering him since he popped In Too Deep back into the VCR.

This was silly; he was truly worked up at the thought of Seto with a riding crop in his hand and wearing nothing but a smirk.

Seto Kaiba strived to be the best at everything he did.

Everything.

Yami had to laugh out loud.

Hell, the possibilities were endless…

Yami shook himself. He needed to calm down. The last thing he needed was another erection. Yami had actually taken care of two already. He had tried to sit and watch the movies, unemotional, trying to focus on the plot and storylines. But Ra damn it if there wasn't an overabundant amount of visual eye candy on the screen.

Delicious, delectable…

And before long, reason gave way to passion and Yami found his hand in his pants. And when rubbing and playing weren't relieving enough tension, the spirit just pulled himself out came into a tissue. Twice.

He felt bad for doing it the first time. Really bad. He had been asked by Seto Kaiba to watch his innocent little brother, and he was sitting on the couch like some kind of sexual predator, jacking off.

But then he rationalized that Seto had asked Yugi to come over and not him, and probably already imagined that he would find Yami in some sort of trouble by the night's end. Furthermore, Seto had made it quite clear that Yami was not to leave the room, and that he could watch a video. And most importantly, this very activity was the exact thing Seto was planning on doing had he stayed home and not rushed off to Kaiba Corp in the first place.

It wasn't a coincidence that there was a box of tissues sitting right next to the couch.

So the second time Yami had to release some pressure he actually enjoyed himself. He imagined Seto walking in on him, giving him a look, and than ravaging him. In fact he had actually left himself partially exposed almost hoping Seto would show up at an embarrassing moment… make some smart remark and then…

Well… to be blunt about it…

Fuck him until Yami would have to make permanent use of a wheelchair.

It was the eyes. Seto's eyes were what did it for him. He actually wasn't sure he had really been all that attracted to the billionaire before tonight. Seto had an icy personality; it wasn't as if Yami enjoyed being looked down on. Seto had a way of making his blood boil, and now, unfortunately, he was doing it in another way. He was gorgeous, truly, completely. Gorgeous. And the eyes did it.

Why couldn't things turn out like they did in these skin flicks he had been so mesmerized by only twenty minutes ago. If this were porn Seto would appear, out of nowhere, no lengthy explanations, and just fuck him. And the more Yami thought about it, the more frustrated he found himself. The CEO embodied sex… he was sex… and he had to be working with quite an instrument, judging by the way he walked on occasion, and by pants that were a little snug in the right places.

This was a helpless problem. Seto hated him. And even if he was attracted to Yami, which was doubtful, he didn't see him successfully seducing Seto. And since when had he forgotten his morals. When had this become only about sex? What about love and understanding, and commitment? All the things he had tried to instill in his aibou, that he had mused about Yugi and Ryou having.

Did all he want was a savage fucking?

Yami felt his pants tent.

Yes. Yes he did.

He refused to jack off again. Twice had already been two times too many. He had sat and allowed himself to come in a tissue while sitting on Seto Kaiba's couch, and if he let his dick do anymore of the thinking for him he was destined to do it again, only this time it wouldn't be the moving pictures on the television that would set it off.

This was strangely erotic. It had all the makings of good porn. What the hell was wrong with him? Had he eaten oysters or something? He was in control of this situation. He despised the fact that a person who wasn't even around, miles away, physically and emotionally could get him this worked up. Yami stood up, clearing the plates and taking them to the kitchen, and then headed up the stairs to make sure Mokuba was still asleep like he was supposed to be.

Mokuba was asleep, happily and contently. Yami was finding it difficult to walk, not really sure if he was going to make it back down the stairs and to a bathroom. There had to be an unlocked bathroom somewhere on the second level. It took him a good six minutes to find one, but sure enough he did.



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Yami took a nearby towel and wiped his face clear of water. He was debating whether or not he should quell his erection with some ice cubes, but decided against it. He'd get back down the stairs and maybe catch a little nap. It was already well after 1 in the morning and Yami got the feeling Seto wouldn't be coming home tonight anyway.

His head was swimming, temples pounding. It was past his bedtime. Yami was too annoyed to be a good houseguest and opened the medicine cabinet over the sink to see if he could find some aspirin. (Not that he had been a good houseguest up until this point.)

He dug for headache medicine and found something even better. Go To Sleep brand sleeping pills.

Perfect.

Yami popped two, and was just putting them back into the cabinet when his hand slipped and knocked half the contents of the narrow- shelved enclosure into the sink and on the floor.

This isn't my night, is it?

Yami grumbled silently, swearing in Egyptian as he scrambled to pick up the scattered things; a fine-toothed comb, a bottle of shaving cream, a container for bandages filled with condoms.

"What the…" Yami's voice trailed off as he pulled one of the condoms out.

Magnum.

Yami couldn't help but snicker. He was waiting for a "Property of Seto Kaiba" to magically appear on the wrapper.

Was it normal for someone to keep his or her prophylactics in a bandage box? What if Yami had come in here with a cut on his finger? The last thing Seto would want was Yami bleeding to death on the Italian marble flooring. What if young Mokuba wandered in here looking for a bandage? And Yami was afraid he was the sexual predator… Then again, this bathroom was supposed to be locked, was it not?

Anything else in here mislabeled? Yami's curiosity was peaked, and after poking around a little he found a tub of cinnamon flavored lube.

That did it. Yami left the bathroom and went back down the stairs. He was going to sleep. Fuck it. This was a bad situation all around. He could only hope Seto wouldn't come home while Yami was sleeping, his hard-on still poking at his leather pants.

Unless of course Seto was going to wake him up to fuck him.



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Seto returned home at 2:30. He was tired, and annoyed. His plans for the evening had been ruined, he had lost his temper a good four times while fixing the bug in the security programs, and damn it, Yami was still around, doing who knew what. He half-expected broken antiques as he walked into the room he had left Yami in.

Yami was asleep on the couch, a blanket lovingly draped on top of him. Seto surveyed the room, nothing was out of place, nothing was broken. All that was left was to wake the Egyptian and get on with the rest of his life.

It hadn't killed him to ask for help this one time.

And as long as Mokuba was still upstairs, asleep in his room, maybe a couple of years from now he'd ask for help again. Seto checked on Mokuba who was sleeping soundly and then came back into the room to wake up Yami.

"Wake up, Pharaoh, I'm home. Yami. Get up." Seto shook him, Yami moaned. Seto took the blanket off and forced Yami to sit up.

"Kaiba?" Yami asked, half opening an eyelid.

"Yes, I'm here. You can go home now."

"Kaiba?" Yami repeated.

"It's me, yes. We've established that. You can leave. I'm back."

Yami didn't answer and fell back asleep. Seto shook him again. Yami wasn't too coherent. "Come on, it's time to go." Yami opened his eyes. Seto flinched. They were bloodshot and coupled with their already crimson color caused a very unpleasant surprise. "Let me help you stand up," Seto decided, lifting Yami to his feet.

Yami clutched Seto tightly and held him. He would have fallen back to sleep standing up if Seto hadn't shaken him. "What the Hell, Yami. What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sleepy."

"Yeah, well, you can drive home and go to sleep. Come on, wake up."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." Yami pressed against Seto harder, Seto startled. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"What's wrong with you, wake up."

"I don't know."

"You haven't been drinking have you," Seto suddenly thought, forcing Yami away from him so he could look him in the eyes. He held Yami firmly so he couldn't fall back onto the couch.

"I took some sleeping pills I found in the bathroom."

"What sleeping pills?"

"Go To Sleep brand…" Yami was leaning against Seto again. Seto's eyes narrowed.

"You idiot, don't you know those are some of the strongest sleeping pills on the market, without a prescription? You're not supposed to take them unless you have time to get a full eight hours of sleep. And while they're in your system you can't operate heavy machinery or drive a car." Seto sighed. "I guess the limo driver can drive you home then."

"You gave him the night off," Yami reminded him, his head fully pressed against Seto's neck.

Seto groaned. "Fine. I'll drive you."

"What about my car?"

"I'll drive your car."

"Then how are you getting back here?" Seto sighed again. It was 2:30 in the morning, he was exhausted. This was becoming more difficult then it had to be.

"Spend the night here, you can leave in the morning, once the sleeping pills leave your system. I'll show you to a guest room."

"I'll just drive home," Yami said, not liking the idea of spending anymore time with the teen he had been lusting for nonstop only hours ago. Yami pulled away from Seto and tried to walk, stumbling a little. Seto grabbed him before he could go crashing into a vase.

"It's too late to be arguing right now. You're obviously in no condition to drive." Seto picked Yami up and threw him over his shoulder, grabbing the blanket in his other hand.

Where had the blanket come from? There were no blankets that weren't in a locked room someplace. And where exactly had Yami gotten the sleeping pills from… Actually, come to think of it…

"Yugi's going to wonder about what happened to me," Yami grumbled, not appreciating being carried up a flight of stairs. He was too tired to protest, and leaned his head into the taller teen's neck. Seto sighed, Yami's hair obstructing his view as he got to a bedroom. "Kaiba, I can't let Yugi worry all night…"

"I'll call him and tell him you're not fit to drive home," Seto answered. He opened the bedroom door and dumped Yami onto the bed.

"Do you want something to change into? Yami!" Yami looked at Seto weakly, not really understanding the words coming from the CEO's mouth.

"Forget it. Go to sleep. If you need me my room's the last one on the left, end of the hall." Seto left the room and closed the door. Bad enough the spirit was spending the rest of the night, he'd be damned if he was helping him get into a change of clothes. If Seto took Yami's clothes off he wouldn't be putting anything else on in their place.

Seto actually shivered at the thought of undressing his libido's biggest desire and seeing just what Yami kept inside those painfully tight leather pants he was so fond of.

Seto knew something had happened while he was gone, he could just sense it. Did Mokuba get into the cookies? Seto walked into the kitchen and pulled the package down. He opened the bag and pulled out the tray. One whole section of cookies was gone. Seto's eyes narrowed. Yes, it seemed Mokuba had awoken and eaten the cookies after all, and being a good Samaritan, had covered Yami with a blanket as well.

There was more to investigate. Seto stalked out of the room.



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Yami was slow to open his eyes. He was still half asleep as his gaze focused on the brunet boy toy sitting on the bed. Morning already? No, it was still very dark in the room. "Sit up, Yami," Seto said, sternly.

Yami shuddered a little but did as he was asked, curious as to why Seto was in the room. He leaned against the headboard, trying to let his eyes adjust to the dark. If it wasn't morning that meant something was wrong. And Yami wasn't looking forward to finding out what.

"There a problem, Kaiba?"

"There certainly is." Seto tossed two crumpled up tissues in Yami's direction. Yami looked at them.

"What's this?" Yami asked.

"I'd say it's strike three." Yami swallowed, having a good feeling he knew what he'd find if he reopened the tissues. He reluctantly looked back up. "After getting you in here I did some thinking, Yami. And you know what, a couple of things just didn't add up. For one, there were no sleeping pills in the bathroom downstairs, the one I told you to use. Meaning you were in one of the bathrooms up here, despite me specifically telling you not to go poking around rooms. Strike two of course was Mokuba. He obviously came downstairs and got into the cookies, while you were sleeping."

"I ate the cookies, Kaiba," Yami lied, not really in the mood to get yelled at. If Seto pushed the wrong buttons Yami wasn't going to care whose house he was in, there was going to be a serious brawl.

"Don't lie to me, Pharaoh. You're already going to regret your mistakes tonight, I wouldn't make things worse if I were you."

"Why don't we finish this intriguing tirade tomorrow, I'm sleepy."

"We're finishing this right here, and right now, Yami." Yami and Seto met eyes. Seto's eyes were frostier than Yami had seen them in a while. This wasn't going to be ending any time soon.

"Kaiba, I'm not in the mood to go at it with you right now."

"That's just too damn bad." Seto picked up the tissues, still sitting on Yami's lap. "I'd say you lost all your options the moment you decided to act on your…indiscretions." Yami blushed, hoping the dim lighting would hide it. "It's like you wanted me to find out, Yami. You could have easily flushed the evidence of your arousals down the toilet instead of carelessly tossing them on top of the garbage can. And of course, you forgot to rewind the videotape."

"I only did what you were planning on doing. And since you never specifically forbid me from…taking care of my situation…in such a manner, I broke none of your rules." Yami was dancing here, and they were both well aware of it.

"The next time I have someone over while I'm away I'll be sure to mention not to pleasure themselves on my raw silk couch, Pharaoh." Yami was growing rosy from head to toe. This was only going to end severely. "Regardless, you're going to be thoroughly punished for this."

"Technically, the only thing I did wrong was use the wrong bathroom. And since you left it unlocked I don't really see the problem. Like I said before. I ate the cookies, Kaiba."

"Your lies only serve to fuel my anger, Yami." Yami swallowed again. It was hard to tell how angry Seto Kaiba really was. He never let his emotions show, and even now he seemed more smug than anything. "Your punishment will be coming, if you want to make it worse than I planned, that's entirely up to you."

Yami scoffed. "Go to Hell, you rich bastard."

Seto's eyes narrowed. "Keep it up and you might not live through this, Pharaoh."

"I ate your fucking cookies, Kaiba," Yami spat. Angry and for some reason, aroused.

"If I taste your lips right now am I going to find traces of cookie?"

Yami's heart stopped for a full two seconds. "What?" He was losing his nerve… and he was getting hard.

"If I taste you am I going to taste cookie?" Yami didn't answer. There was something dangerous, down right lethal flickering in Seto's eyes at the moment. "If I don't taste any cookie you're going to live to regret your little stunts this evening, Yami. Mark my words."

And then Seto attacked him. Yami had no time to react as Seto's lips delved into his, aggressively. Yami had no choice but to open himself for the other, his body was already acting on it's own accord. The kiss deepened to a mind-boggling level, Seto using his expert tongue to fuck Yami's mouth. Yami moaned hard against Seto's lips, trembling as Seto devastated him.

Seto pulled away, satisfied, Yami's eyes barely reopening. His breath came out in fraught little gasps… he wasn't sure he'd ever recover from such an assault. If the hair on his head wasn't already standing on end it would have joined the remaining hairs on his body in tenseness.

"I tasted no cookie, Yami." Yami was still breathing irregularly. "Bad enough you were in another bathroom, but you were digging around the medicine cabinet. And I'm sure you noticed this…" Seto lifted the container of lube.

Oh great Ra…

Seto was going to slaughter him. He could already imagine the sinful, mind-numbing things the brunet was thinking about.

"I have to admit, that this is my main concern, Pharaoh." Seto lifted one of the tissues up and presented it to him. "You've seen a small preview of my erotic film collection, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you from talking. You were right, I was planning on watching the videos tonight, but when I got the call I didn't have much time to put them away. I expected Yugi over, not his nosy other half. But what's done is done."

Yami was finding it very hard to breath. He was hard as a boulder, and his one desire was looking at him like he was ready to devour him like a holiday ham. "Who am I to judge your choice of lifestyle, Kaiba? I figure a man's private life is his own business."

Seto laughed. "I have no doubts you watched all the movies, Yami. So the things I plan for you should come as no real shock. Half the things I've seen I'd never dream of attempting on another person. But this opportunity has presented itself."

"You're not serious, Kaiba."

"Very. Like I stated before. You're going to be punished." Yami's dick throbbed at Seto's last statement. He'd try playing tough for a while, but if he had his way, any punishment Seto could possibly come up with would be certainly welcome.

Yami bit his bottom lip hard. "What ever you're thinking, you can forget it. It's not going to happen."

Seto smirked. "This is going to be most enjoyable. I can tell already." Their eyes met, passion and pure need flickering between them. "Someone in this room is going to have one big, thick penis up their tight little asshole." Yami chocked back a moan. "Any guesses as to who, Yami?"

"I'm not doing that with you, Kaiba. I have values."

"And I have a raging hard-on and a box full of toys. What's your point?" Yami narrowed his eyes. "We're going to deal with this one step at a time. Your so called values tell you to jerk off on my couch?" Yami didn't answer. "You obviously enjoyed yourself, judging by the tissues I'd say you had a pretty fantastic experience."

"I'm sure it was better than anything that can possibly happen between us in this room, Kaiba," Yami remarked, lying through his teeth. Maybe if he pushed Kaiba hard enough this would really be an experience neither of them would ever be able to forget. "You're a whole lot of talk, Kaiba. I doubt you're capable of finding your own dick, let alone doing anything useful with it."

Seto leaned over again and grabbed Yami around his neck. "Perhaps I should shove my dick down your throat and kill two birds with one stone. I can show you just what it's capable of and shut you up in one movement." Yami tensed in anticipation. Seto let his neck go. "Let's get one thing clear, Pharaoh. You're about to be punished. If I find that you're defying me the stakes are going to go up. And if I find that you're enjoying yourself a little too much you're also going to be sorry." Seto bent over the bed and picked up a box.

Yami's eyes widened at the assortment of sex gadgets. "I don't want to use this on you, but if you misbehave further then I'll have no choice," Seto continued, pointing to a riding crop.

The bulge in Yami's pants grew to twice its size.