Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room of the Soul ❯ part two ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: tsutsuji 
The tables are turned on voyeur Kaiba.... now someone is watching him!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 804 | Status: Completed
The tables are turned on voyeur Kaiba.... now someone is watching him!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 804 | Status: Completed
Title: Room of the Soul part 2 of ?
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kaiba/Yugi.
Type: yaoi/slash. Angst.
Warnings: voyeurism and perviness
Status: in progress.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Sequel to "Kaiba's VRPG." The tables are turned on voyeur Kaiba - now somebody is watching him!
AN: To my incredibly enthusiastic (sometimes frightening) reviewers: Whew, I was afraid you might not like it! I hope this part lives up to your expectations as well.
To everyone who read and didn't review: Well???
***
Lights and shadows...
Nothing else worked. He should have known. There was only one way to rip those thoughts out of his mind, that glowing vision of Yugi standing there by the door, smiling; that feeling of electric warmth that flooded Kaiba when he brushed against Yugi's body....
The only thing that could wipe those out of his mind was this. This virtual vision of Yugi that was safe, familiar, and private. The only thing that could overcome the helpless feeling that he got from being near Yugi was to be here in this place, where he could control every action, every sound, every moment.
He had to know that he could control himself. To prove it, he did nothing, even though his body ached for his touch, for any touch. He sat rock-still with his eyes locked on the scene before him.
In the shadows and light of the hologram, the figure with Kaiba's body and hair knelt between Yugi's spread legs. Kaiba's hands laid Yugi back on the silk sheet and pillows. The unseen face lowered to kiss Yugi's naked thigh.
Yugi's body rippled, and he made small gasping sounds at each touch of the man's tongue and lips on his skin. He spread his short legs wide and lifted himself off the silk sheets, a willing offering. His fists clutched handfuls of silk, then his fingers opened wide, clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure course through him. The man slid his hands under Yugi's round ass and lifted him, pausing for a moment to gaze hungrily on Yugi's erection with its slick, gleaming tip.
Yugi cried out and arched his back as the man took him in his mouth. Kaiba cried out as well, a moan of pain and longing. His own erection hurt him sharply, squeezed inside his tight-fitting slacks. He did nothing to relieve the pressure, not even moving his hips for welcome friction. He needed that pain. His fists were clenched so tightly that his perfectly trimmed nails broke the skin on his palms.
The man made hungry, slurping sounds as he rolled his tongue and lips around Yugi's length. Kaiba quieted his gasping breath to listen to that sound, and to the answering moans from Yugi.
After several long, wet, tongue-sucking strokes that left Yugi whimpering, the man pulled back, then dropped his head further to curl his tongue around Yugi's tight balls. Yugi shuddered delightfully and his hips jerked.
The man shrugged off his silk robe and tossed it aside. He knelt on the foot of the bed and looked down at Yugi who was spread out before him like a feast. He moved between Yugi's legs again on hands and knees, and then spread his own legs so he could reach back with one hand and stroke himself. Kaiba winced to see this, it made his own hardness throb uncomfortably, but still he made no move to touch himself.
But when the man again lowered his head, raising Yugi's backside still higher, and kissed the tender flesh behind his balls, Kaiba nearly screamed his frustration. Blindly, hardly aware of himself, he tore open his trousers and released his erection. Then he stopped, breathing hard. His hand curled in empty air just above the hard tip, so close he could feel the heat from it. It was no longer a simple matter of denying himself. He was so hard now that a single stroke could end it. But he wasn't ready to end it. The torture was not over yet, and the worst was still to come.
He regained some control of his breathing. The waistband of his clothing pressed tightly around the base of his erection and kept him hard without allowing him release. His fists clenched and opened like Yugi's had a moment ago, but he would not touch himself. He wouldn't.
Yugi's fingers dug in to the mattress to keep from sliding, as the man knelt back and lifted Yugi's legs straight up, then braced them on his shoulders. He leaned down over Yugi, his dark hair a curtain hiding his face. But Kaiba could see Yugi's face looking up at him expectantly, and he could hear the pleading sounds Yugi had started to make.
"Please!" Yugi's soft voice whispered. The request was full of trust and desire. It had the sweetness of the voice that asked him to stay at the party, but edged with an eagerness and hunger that Kaiba knew he would never hear in real life.
It was Kaiba who whimpered now, though he didn't hear himself, as the figure that looked like him lowered his body and slowly entered Yugi.
***
When he passed through the door, Yugi couldn't make out what he was seeing. There was light coming from some place, moving light, but the source was blocked by strange shadows. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he realized the shadows were dark curtains hanging in front of him, just inside the door. They were hung along the wall from ceiling to floor like the curtains on a stage. Moving light filtered through them, and came more brightly through a thin vertical line where two of the curtains met, just to the side of the door.
He'd expected to find an office lit only by the flicker of a computer screen, and Kaiba tapping at a keyboard. The curtains surprised him. They made the light and sound seem muffled like a whispered secret. He was still determined to find Kaiba, but he was much more cautious as he peered between them.
At first, he thought it was real. Every detail of the bed, sheets and pillows, was as sharp and clear as if it was solid. The light was soft but clear as if it came from oil lamps or shaded candles. Still, it took a moment for his mind to understand what he was seeing. He felt a shocked flush of embarrassment as he realized that the naked man kneeling on the bed must be Kaiba. He was sure it was, although he couldn't see the face - and he'd never seen Kaiba fully naked before. He blinked rapidly, his eyes pulled irresistibly to the expanse of skin he could see, and the flex of thigh and back muscles. It took another second for his brain to realize what that naked skin and those rhythmic movements meant, and to see that there was another body mostly hidden from view, tangled under Kaiba's on the bed.
Yugi knew he should back away and leave. Yami was right, this was a much greater invasion of Kaiba's privacy than he had ever intended.
But it was Yami who said /Wait!/ in his mind, and held his feet from moving away. /Things are not as they seem here,/ Yami thought. He seemed puzzled by something, and despite his embarrassment, Yugi waited.
Then, as Kaiba lifted himself on his arms, he saw.... himself. His face, and his body under Kaiba's, and his hand reaching up to grip Kaiba's shoulder and pull him down again...Those were his own eyes looking up urgently at the man above him, and his hair spread out across the pillow, black tips like pointed shadows on the pale silk, and the single golden lock damp with sweat clinging to his forehead.
He gripped the soft fabric of the curtain tightly on both sides to hold himself up. He had to look away. His mind struggled to understand what he was seeing, or why it was there to be seen. It couldn't be just what it looked like. There had to be some reason for it that he was missing.
Through his shock, he suddenly realized what it must be - a hologram, a three-dimensional projection of someone who looked like himself, and someone like Kaiba. And as he realized this, he suddenly became aware again of the familiar soft hum of electronic equipment, and the shimmering multicolored gleam from the projectors. At the back of his mind, he also noticed again the scent that had led him to Kaiba's room. Unconsciously he breathed it in, as if it could clear his confusion.
Desperate to make sense of what he'd seen, he peeked through the curtain further to try and find the projectors. One was almost beside him, just beyond the curtain. The other must be out of sight across the room somewhere...
Then he saw Kaiba.
He jerked his head back with a silent gasp, nearly choking on his own surprise. The holographic scene was a little to his right, but in the darkness, almost directly in front of him, there was another figure. This one was real. In the light from the projection, and the soft, greenish glow from a computer screen beside him, Yugi could clearly see Kaiba's face. His eyes were riveted on the holographic scene, and his lips were parted. He leaned forward slightly in his chair, his hand flexing in mid-air.
Then, as Yugi watched, barely breathing in his silent fascination, Kaiba's hand lowered slowly and closed on something in his lap. As Kaiba's eyes fluttered closed and a shuttering sigh passed through him, and a flared, reddened tip of flesh appeared in Kaiba's fisted hand, Yugi finally realized what was going on.
The rush of blood that seared from his face to his toes nearly melted him to the spot.
He felt his Other Self suddenly go tense, cautious and watchful. Yami pulled his attention back to the fantasy scene. It was as if it was Yami's hand gripping the curtains now, but he was gripping them fiercely, as if he would tear them down and rip the entire room to shreds in a moment. But as he watched the lovers in the fantasy, that feeling faded, and Yami's grip softened. To his shock, Yugi felt the Spirit of the Puzzle withdraw from their mental connection.
/Ah, I see.../ his other self said silently. /I understand now./
/What?/ Yugi cried out in his mind, /Why are you leaving? I should leave too,/ he thought, and he actually started to turn. If his shaking feet could make it to the door, he'd run and never look back, and never reveal to anyone what he'd seen. He'd forget he'd ever seen it.... if he could.
/No, Yugi,/ Yami thought gently. /I think you should stay. Look.... it's you that he wants./
Yugi looked, although it made such heat rise in his face that he thought Kaiba would notice him glowing there in the dark.
The image of the man who appeared to be Kaiba was curled over the figure of Yugi, kissing him on the neck, while his hips thrust slowly, sensually, against Yugi's body. His hands - so clearly Kaiba's hands - caressed his lover's arms and chest, and then touched his face and his hair, hungrily yet gently. Then he kissed Yugi's closed eyelids, and his forehead, and then Yugi lifted his head to catch Kaiba's mouth with his own.
In a moment, Yugi forgot to notice that his Yami's presence had left him alone. It wasn't watching himself that made him forget all else. It was the gentle strength of Kaiba's body flexing over his, and the knowledge of what that body was doing to him - or at least, to this incredibly realistic simulation of him. His own body tingled in all the places that he saw himself being touched, and heat gathered in his groin as he imagined what it would feel like to have Kaiba do that to him.
Then he looked at Kaiba again, at the real Kaiba in his chair. His hand barely moved on himself, and he was so tense Yugi could see the muscles on his neck standing out, the sweat beading on his upper lip.
He forgot about himself. All he could think of was how beautiful Kaiba was, sitting there. But how sad and alone he looked. Yugi strained to see more of him, craning his neck around the edge of the curtain.
To his frustration, Kaiba remained almost motionless, only his eyes moving to take in all of the hologram. He remained fully clothed except for his exposed erection - an intriguing, puzzling contrast to the naked figure in front of him.
Yugi's eyes flickered back to the scene, to find that the lovers were now moving together rapidly. The face on the figure of Kaiba was still hidden as he lowered his head against Yugi's neck. The soft grunts that matched his thrusts came from Kaiba himself, not from the hologram.
But the image of his own face was plain to see. It wore a sweet grimace of pleasure as he threw his head back and pleaded softly for more.
"Yugi..." Kaiba said, the real Kaiba speaking for the hologram. His voice was strained, as if there were hands gripping his throat.
Yugi tore his eyes away from the final moments of the fantasy to watch Kaiba's face instead. Kaiba's look of longing was fierce, but he seemed frozen in some kind of agony. His hand opened above his erection, trembling, then closed on nothing. The empty fist slammed onto the console beside the chair with such force Yugi jumped.
The hologram blinked out. The space where it had been was filled only with dim, dusty, shapeless light.
Kaiba slid forward off the chair onto his knees. Kneeling there, he bent forward and dropped his chin to his chest. His hands were clenched like claws on his thighs.
"I can't!" Kaiba moaned. "I can't want you, Yugi!"
Yugi stared at him a moment. His body hummed with excitement and fear, and it occurred to him again that he should run. But he couldn't leave Kaiba alone. Not like that.
He stepped out from between the curtains.
"Kaiba," he said softly. His voice sounded surprisingly normal. "I'm here."
***
To be continued (because I do value my life!)
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kaiba/Yugi.
Type: yaoi/slash. Angst.
Warnings: voyeurism and perviness
Status: in progress.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Sequel to "Kaiba's VRPG." The tables are turned on voyeur Kaiba - now somebody is watching him!
AN: To my incredibly enthusiastic (sometimes frightening) reviewers: Whew, I was afraid you might not like it! I hope this part lives up to your expectations as well.
To everyone who read and didn't review: Well???
***
Lights and shadows...
Nothing else worked. He should have known. There was only one way to rip those thoughts out of his mind, that glowing vision of Yugi standing there by the door, smiling; that feeling of electric warmth that flooded Kaiba when he brushed against Yugi's body....
The only thing that could wipe those out of his mind was this. This virtual vision of Yugi that was safe, familiar, and private. The only thing that could overcome the helpless feeling that he got from being near Yugi was to be here in this place, where he could control every action, every sound, every moment.
He had to know that he could control himself. To prove it, he did nothing, even though his body ached for his touch, for any touch. He sat rock-still with his eyes locked on the scene before him.
In the shadows and light of the hologram, the figure with Kaiba's body and hair knelt between Yugi's spread legs. Kaiba's hands laid Yugi back on the silk sheet and pillows. The unseen face lowered to kiss Yugi's naked thigh.
Yugi's body rippled, and he made small gasping sounds at each touch of the man's tongue and lips on his skin. He spread his short legs wide and lifted himself off the silk sheets, a willing offering. His fists clutched handfuls of silk, then his fingers opened wide, clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure course through him. The man slid his hands under Yugi's round ass and lifted him, pausing for a moment to gaze hungrily on Yugi's erection with its slick, gleaming tip.
Yugi cried out and arched his back as the man took him in his mouth. Kaiba cried out as well, a moan of pain and longing. His own erection hurt him sharply, squeezed inside his tight-fitting slacks. He did nothing to relieve the pressure, not even moving his hips for welcome friction. He needed that pain. His fists were clenched so tightly that his perfectly trimmed nails broke the skin on his palms.
The man made hungry, slurping sounds as he rolled his tongue and lips around Yugi's length. Kaiba quieted his gasping breath to listen to that sound, and to the answering moans from Yugi.
After several long, wet, tongue-sucking strokes that left Yugi whimpering, the man pulled back, then dropped his head further to curl his tongue around Yugi's tight balls. Yugi shuddered delightfully and his hips jerked.
The man shrugged off his silk robe and tossed it aside. He knelt on the foot of the bed and looked down at Yugi who was spread out before him like a feast. He moved between Yugi's legs again on hands and knees, and then spread his own legs so he could reach back with one hand and stroke himself. Kaiba winced to see this, it made his own hardness throb uncomfortably, but still he made no move to touch himself.
But when the man again lowered his head, raising Yugi's backside still higher, and kissed the tender flesh behind his balls, Kaiba nearly screamed his frustration. Blindly, hardly aware of himself, he tore open his trousers and released his erection. Then he stopped, breathing hard. His hand curled in empty air just above the hard tip, so close he could feel the heat from it. It was no longer a simple matter of denying himself. He was so hard now that a single stroke could end it. But he wasn't ready to end it. The torture was not over yet, and the worst was still to come.
He regained some control of his breathing. The waistband of his clothing pressed tightly around the base of his erection and kept him hard without allowing him release. His fists clenched and opened like Yugi's had a moment ago, but he would not touch himself. He wouldn't.
Yugi's fingers dug in to the mattress to keep from sliding, as the man knelt back and lifted Yugi's legs straight up, then braced them on his shoulders. He leaned down over Yugi, his dark hair a curtain hiding his face. But Kaiba could see Yugi's face looking up at him expectantly, and he could hear the pleading sounds Yugi had started to make.
"Please!" Yugi's soft voice whispered. The request was full of trust and desire. It had the sweetness of the voice that asked him to stay at the party, but edged with an eagerness and hunger that Kaiba knew he would never hear in real life.
It was Kaiba who whimpered now, though he didn't hear himself, as the figure that looked like him lowered his body and slowly entered Yugi.
***
When he passed through the door, Yugi couldn't make out what he was seeing. There was light coming from some place, moving light, but the source was blocked by strange shadows. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he realized the shadows were dark curtains hanging in front of him, just inside the door. They were hung along the wall from ceiling to floor like the curtains on a stage. Moving light filtered through them, and came more brightly through a thin vertical line where two of the curtains met, just to the side of the door.
He'd expected to find an office lit only by the flicker of a computer screen, and Kaiba tapping at a keyboard. The curtains surprised him. They made the light and sound seem muffled like a whispered secret. He was still determined to find Kaiba, but he was much more cautious as he peered between them.
At first, he thought it was real. Every detail of the bed, sheets and pillows, was as sharp and clear as if it was solid. The light was soft but clear as if it came from oil lamps or shaded candles. Still, it took a moment for his mind to understand what he was seeing. He felt a shocked flush of embarrassment as he realized that the naked man kneeling on the bed must be Kaiba. He was sure it was, although he couldn't see the face - and he'd never seen Kaiba fully naked before. He blinked rapidly, his eyes pulled irresistibly to the expanse of skin he could see, and the flex of thigh and back muscles. It took another second for his brain to realize what that naked skin and those rhythmic movements meant, and to see that there was another body mostly hidden from view, tangled under Kaiba's on the bed.
Yugi knew he should back away and leave. Yami was right, this was a much greater invasion of Kaiba's privacy than he had ever intended.
But it was Yami who said /Wait!/ in his mind, and held his feet from moving away. /Things are not as they seem here,/ Yami thought. He seemed puzzled by something, and despite his embarrassment, Yugi waited.
Then, as Kaiba lifted himself on his arms, he saw.... himself. His face, and his body under Kaiba's, and his hand reaching up to grip Kaiba's shoulder and pull him down again...Those were his own eyes looking up urgently at the man above him, and his hair spread out across the pillow, black tips like pointed shadows on the pale silk, and the single golden lock damp with sweat clinging to his forehead.
He gripped the soft fabric of the curtain tightly on both sides to hold himself up. He had to look away. His mind struggled to understand what he was seeing, or why it was there to be seen. It couldn't be just what it looked like. There had to be some reason for it that he was missing.
Through his shock, he suddenly realized what it must be - a hologram, a three-dimensional projection of someone who looked like himself, and someone like Kaiba. And as he realized this, he suddenly became aware again of the familiar soft hum of electronic equipment, and the shimmering multicolored gleam from the projectors. At the back of his mind, he also noticed again the scent that had led him to Kaiba's room. Unconsciously he breathed it in, as if it could clear his confusion.
Desperate to make sense of what he'd seen, he peeked through the curtain further to try and find the projectors. One was almost beside him, just beyond the curtain. The other must be out of sight across the room somewhere...
Then he saw Kaiba.
He jerked his head back with a silent gasp, nearly choking on his own surprise. The holographic scene was a little to his right, but in the darkness, almost directly in front of him, there was another figure. This one was real. In the light from the projection, and the soft, greenish glow from a computer screen beside him, Yugi could clearly see Kaiba's face. His eyes were riveted on the holographic scene, and his lips were parted. He leaned forward slightly in his chair, his hand flexing in mid-air.
Then, as Yugi watched, barely breathing in his silent fascination, Kaiba's hand lowered slowly and closed on something in his lap. As Kaiba's eyes fluttered closed and a shuttering sigh passed through him, and a flared, reddened tip of flesh appeared in Kaiba's fisted hand, Yugi finally realized what was going on.
The rush of blood that seared from his face to his toes nearly melted him to the spot.
He felt his Other Self suddenly go tense, cautious and watchful. Yami pulled his attention back to the fantasy scene. It was as if it was Yami's hand gripping the curtains now, but he was gripping them fiercely, as if he would tear them down and rip the entire room to shreds in a moment. But as he watched the lovers in the fantasy, that feeling faded, and Yami's grip softened. To his shock, Yugi felt the Spirit of the Puzzle withdraw from their mental connection.
/Ah, I see.../ his other self said silently. /I understand now./
/What?/ Yugi cried out in his mind, /Why are you leaving? I should leave too,/ he thought, and he actually started to turn. If his shaking feet could make it to the door, he'd run and never look back, and never reveal to anyone what he'd seen. He'd forget he'd ever seen it.... if he could.
/No, Yugi,/ Yami thought gently. /I think you should stay. Look.... it's you that he wants./
Yugi looked, although it made such heat rise in his face that he thought Kaiba would notice him glowing there in the dark.
The image of the man who appeared to be Kaiba was curled over the figure of Yugi, kissing him on the neck, while his hips thrust slowly, sensually, against Yugi's body. His hands - so clearly Kaiba's hands - caressed his lover's arms and chest, and then touched his face and his hair, hungrily yet gently. Then he kissed Yugi's closed eyelids, and his forehead, and then Yugi lifted his head to catch Kaiba's mouth with his own.
In a moment, Yugi forgot to notice that his Yami's presence had left him alone. It wasn't watching himself that made him forget all else. It was the gentle strength of Kaiba's body flexing over his, and the knowledge of what that body was doing to him - or at least, to this incredibly realistic simulation of him. His own body tingled in all the places that he saw himself being touched, and heat gathered in his groin as he imagined what it would feel like to have Kaiba do that to him.
Then he looked at Kaiba again, at the real Kaiba in his chair. His hand barely moved on himself, and he was so tense Yugi could see the muscles on his neck standing out, the sweat beading on his upper lip.
He forgot about himself. All he could think of was how beautiful Kaiba was, sitting there. But how sad and alone he looked. Yugi strained to see more of him, craning his neck around the edge of the curtain.
To his frustration, Kaiba remained almost motionless, only his eyes moving to take in all of the hologram. He remained fully clothed except for his exposed erection - an intriguing, puzzling contrast to the naked figure in front of him.
Yugi's eyes flickered back to the scene, to find that the lovers were now moving together rapidly. The face on the figure of Kaiba was still hidden as he lowered his head against Yugi's neck. The soft grunts that matched his thrusts came from Kaiba himself, not from the hologram.
But the image of his own face was plain to see. It wore a sweet grimace of pleasure as he threw his head back and pleaded softly for more.
"Yugi..." Kaiba said, the real Kaiba speaking for the hologram. His voice was strained, as if there were hands gripping his throat.
Yugi tore his eyes away from the final moments of the fantasy to watch Kaiba's face instead. Kaiba's look of longing was fierce, but he seemed frozen in some kind of agony. His hand opened above his erection, trembling, then closed on nothing. The empty fist slammed onto the console beside the chair with such force Yugi jumped.
The hologram blinked out. The space where it had been was filled only with dim, dusty, shapeless light.
Kaiba slid forward off the chair onto his knees. Kneeling there, he bent forward and dropped his chin to his chest. His hands were clenched like claws on his thighs.
"I can't!" Kaiba moaned. "I can't want you, Yugi!"
Yugi stared at him a moment. His body hummed with excitement and fear, and it occurred to him again that he should run. But he couldn't leave Kaiba alone. Not like that.
He stepped out from between the curtains.
"Kaiba," he said softly. His voice sounded surprisingly normal. "I'm here."
***
To be continued (because I do value my life!)