Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room of the Soul ❯ part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: tsutsuji 
Kaiba's fantasy world is rocked by Yugi's actual presence - can he deal with the reality?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.25.2005 | Updated On: 01.25.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 789 | Status: Work In Progress
Kaiba's fantasy world is rocked by Yugi's actual presence - can he deal with the reality?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.25.2005 | Updated On: 01.25.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 789 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Room of the Soul part 3 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: Kaiba's fantasy world is rocked by Yugi's actual presence... can he deal with reality?
Author's Notes: I love enthusiastic reviews! Even the scary ones. Really! Don't be shy.
Apologies to those who expected Bakura to join in, but I've got other plans for him, based on a request by Bishojo_shadow in her review of the original VRPG story.
Also, to clarify: in the last chapter, Yami was being insightful and sensitive, concerned for Yugi's safety and happiness, but not jealous. In other words, I wanted to get him out of the way so the story could stay with the Kaiba/Yugi pairing!
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Part Three
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Yugi's voice hit Kaiba like a shock wave. He jerked his head up so quickly his neck made a painful snap.
Yugi stood there, not four feet away. He was between the door and Kaiba's chair, and he still wore his party clothes. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, and his eyes were wide and liquid, searching Kaiba's face. It was that cautious, questioning expression more than his clothes that convinced Kaiba he hadn't stepped out of the hologram.
Even so, he could hardly believe it. He hadn't been able to shake his awareness that the real Yugi was there in his house, enjoying his party with his friends, innocent and ignorant of Kaiba's desire for him. But now, right there in front of him, his desire stared him in the face.
The helpless desire and the shame of it writhed inside him, but came out of his mouth as anger.
"What are you doing here? You have no right to be in my private rooms!" he snapped, with all the arrogant dignity he was known for - in spite of the fact that he was practically on all fours on the floor with his half-flaccid penis hanging out of his pants.
No matter the circumstances, angry pride was the natural reaction to finding an intruder in his home. And what else could he do? He couldn't stand up. He wasn't even sure he remembered how to breathe.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded again, trying not to choke.
"I'm sorry, Kaiba," Yugi said. He sounded so sincere, gentle yet serious. But he didn't back away. "I never meant to intrude on you."
"Sorry?" Kaiba spat in disbelief.
Yugi dropped to his knees in front of Kaiba. His eyes were steady on Kaiba's face. "Please forgive me. I only followed you to ask you to come back to the party. But... I'm glad." His voice fell to a whisper as he continued. "I'm glad I saw what I saw. It was.... beautiful."
The room spun; reality tilted. He couldn't have heard what he just heard. Yugi couldn't have actually seen it all. He couldn't possibly be glad to have seen it.
"What do you mean? What did you see?" He snarled to hide his fear.
Yugi flinched a little and ducked his head, but he looked Kaiba in the eye.
"I saw into your soul."
Kaiba stared, frozen by disbelief. The look on Yugi's face... welcoming acceptance tinged with desire...it was the face of the hologram, the face he'd programmed into his fantasy. It couldn't be real. He must have finally gone mad.
"Kaiba," Yugi said softly. He crept closer, coming within reach.
Going mad would be so much simpler than the reality that was creeping toward him.
Kaiba knew he should push Yugi away. He knew he should stand up and run. He should destroy the computer and the projectors and the game. He should throw Yugi out of his house and never see him again. He should do something to keep Yugi from coming ever closer, closer... until amethyst eyes, deep violet in the shadows, filled his vision.
"Seto," Yugi said. It was like a sigh. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" he gasped.
Suddenly he couldn't seem to remember why Yugi should be sorry. For coming into his room? For invading his mind and exposing his soul, his weakness? For getting so close that he could see the flicker of his pulse beneath his skin?
For kissing him?
He knew exactly what those lips should taste and feel like pressed against his. The wonder was that he was right; they tasted just that sweet, but felt even better. His mind was so familiar with the fantasy that it was almost as if he remembered this moment.
Everything inside him melted suddenly into hunger for more. But he was still frozen for a moment by the shock of it, his senses overwhelmed by the reality. He could do nothing but close his eyes and let Yugi gently invade his mouth. Soft lips probed his, warm and firm, the taste so sweet he could hardly breathe.
Yugi paused, pulled back a little, and looked at Kaiba with a question. The acceptance was still there, and desire as well. Kaiba could see it now in his flushed skin, his swollen lips, and his quick breath. But there was also doubt and a little fear, making him hesitate to continue.
If he let Yugi leave now, he might never be within reach again. Kaiba couldn't let that happen. His hunger for the taste of Yugi flared inside him, and overcame everything else.
"Yugi," he said. His voice shook a little, but he didn't care. It was a sigh, an apology, and a demand all at once.
Suddenly he could move again, although it still felt as if his body was disconnected, his senses in a different world from his mind. He reached up and touched Yugi's face. It was the only answer he could give to Yugi's doubt and to his own.
Then he was pulling Yugi to him, crushing him in his arms, and Yugi's arms were around his neck, fingers curling in his hair. Yugi's body was solid against him and he could feel his heart pounding. His mouth was on Yugi's, and Yugi's tongue curled around his and welcomed him in as if he'd been waiting for him all along.
It was like coming back to life, and he didn't even know he'd been dead.
***
Yugi 's fears dissolved finally when Kaiba said his name. He only then realized what he'd been most afraid of: that Kaiba would reject him in favor of the dream of him. He was afraid that Kaiba didn't really want to touch him at all, and would only ever look at him the way he looked at the holographic vision he'd built, as something to see but never touch.
But Kaiba was touching him now. His hand was cool against Yugi's skin at the back of his neck, and his arm was firmly around Yugi's back, pulling him just as close as Yugi wanted to be. And his mouth was claiming Yugi's, devouring him. He'd never imagined a kiss could make him feel so hot and so wanted.
Seto's hands were cool but his breath was warm, and as they pressed together, Yugi felt heat rising between them. He suddenly remembered what he'd seen of Seto's body, and his own body responded to the remembered view with an intense flush of heat that centered in his groin. With a muffled moan, a sound he'd never expected himself to make, he pressed harder against Seto. There... he wanted to feel him there, and he wanted to find...
Seto gasped as Yugi found what he was seeking and pressed his own growing hardness against it. Yugi squirmed, suddenly impatient with all the clothing that was between them. He reached awkwardly between them, and accidentally touched exactly what he wanted to touch, the hard, stiff shape wedged up against the crease in his own pants. Seto jumped as his fingers brushed the velvet-hard tip.
"Mmmm," Yugi said, a sound of affirmation pressed against Kaiba's mouth, as he tried to get more of that heated length into his hand. But his own clothes were in the way, and Seto's hands were now seeking his skin as well, tugging at the buttons on his shirt without much success.
They squirmed and struggled together, both with the same goal of getting the rest of Seto's clothes and some, at least, of Yugi's out of the way so they could fit their bodies together. Finally Yugi pulled back a little, and Kaiba growled in frustration. The mundane struggle with clothing suddenly brought them back to reality, and they found themselves staring at each other in surprise.
Somehow, Kaiba had come to be half sitting, half kneeling on the floor with his back to the chair and the VRPG control panel. Yugi was nearly in his lap, practically kneeling on top of his legs. Kaiba's naked erection rose between them, while Yugi's was still uncomfortably trapped inside his pants. Yugi's jacket hung from one arm, and his shirt was pushed up under his arms but stubbornly remained buttoned. He suddenly noticed that he was sitting on the bunched-up zipper of Seto's pants, which had been shoved down onto his hips.
No satin sheets or silk robes or soft pillows. The floor was hard and the air was chilly. All in all, it wasn't very comfortable. They just hadn't noticed.
Yugi suddenly felt shy again. Being a little less caught up in the moment, he found himself feeling more self-conscious about what they were doing, and at the thought of actually getting naked with another person. But he'd already seen himself naked with Kaiba, in a way. That thought brought a pleasant wave of heat to his skin.
He glanced back toward the vanished hologram. Kaiba followed his glance, frowning.
"Bed?" he asked plaintively.
Kaiba grinned. His blue eyes gleamed behind his fringe of hair.
He'd never seen Kaiba's eyes look like this before. They could be cool as ice, or flickering like jets of blue flame, but he'd never seen them look as warm as a summer sky. Of course, he'd never seen them this close before, either.
"Bedroom," Kaiba said, jerking his head toward the door.
Of course. For a moment, Yugi had forgotten there was a world outside this room.
But Kaiba didn't let him go or get to his feet. He stared hard at Yugi.
"If you want to leave," Kaiba said in a low voice, "you'd better say so quickly."
It almost sounded like a threat, said through gritted teeth, as if Kaiba was holding something in that he couldn't hold much longer. What was he getting himself into? There were still deep shadows in this room of Kaiba's soul. In spite of this, he trusted Kaiba, or at least he wanted to. He knew if he left now, he'd never be able to come back.
He touched Kaiba's flushed face and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He shook his head.
"I don't want to leave."
Kaiba looked at him again as if he didn't believe what he was seeing, as if he wasn't as real as the holograms he'd been watching. As if he might suddenly disappear, like the flickering lights of the fantasy.
He touched Seto's face again, with his hands and then with his lips. He pressed himself firmly against Kaiba's body, closing the distance that their struggle with clothing had opened between them.
"Please?" he said.
He thought Kaiba would break into pieces before his eyes. He had no idea why the simple plea made Kaiba look as if he'd been wounded, or why it made a tense shiver run through him. Kaiba's arms squeezed him close and lifted him a little, so that Kaiba could bury his face against Yugi's neck.
"You don't know what you're asking," he said, a muffled growl against Yugi's skin.
Yugi thought he did.
"Kaiba.... please."
Kaiba shuddered again. He lifted his face and looked hard at Yugi. Yugi nodded, a tiny shake of his head.
Kaiba climbed to his feet, lifting Yugi with him. They left the room of flickering lights and fantasies, and passed through the curtained door into Kaiba's bedroom.
***
Bakura wasn't sure why Kaiba had this room draped in curtains, but he was glad of it. Especially when Kaiba passed by within inches of him but never knew he was there. Well, Bakura chuckled silently to himself, Kaiba was a bit preoccupied, with his pants down around his hips and Yugi in his arms.
What a surprise that had been! And more than a little arousing to watch. He'd followed the muffled sound of voices to this room, and happened to look through the gap in the curtains just as Yugi crept up to kiss a shocked-looking Kaiba.
As the door to the bedroom closed behind them, he stepped out from behind the curtain. It would be interesting to follow and watch them, but the bedroom didn't hold such perfect places to hide as this room did. He might peek through the door in a moment, when he was sure they would be far too involved in their activities to notice.
In the meanwhile, he wanted a better look at this room, and at the equipment within it. For that, he made sure the door was closed completely and the curtains drawn across it, so no sound would escape while he investigated. Just why did Kaiba have this room shrouded in soundproofing and dark draperies, anyway? Bakura had already noted the virtual simulator equipment, although there were no images being projected when he'd arrived. It seemed rather secretive and elaborate for a dueling arena. And there was something more sensual than practical about the arrangement and the aura in the room.
Certain of his privacy for the moment, Bakura walked casually over to the control console and studied it. He quickly realized that it was in standby mode, just waiting for the proper input to begin a new program. With a grin, he sat in the chair that faced the projection area, and looked at the control panel.
*Pairing: K1 x Yugi*
*Setting: Bedroom*
*Scene stopped. Begin new scene? Y N *
Bakura smiled in the semi-darkness as it became clear to him that this projector wasn't made to create three dimensional duel monsters. He sat back in the chair and pressed the "Yes" command.
*Generate Random Pairing?*
He'd assumed that the projector only showed scenes of Kaiba with Yugi, his secret crush. This implied that there were other options, which could be chosen by the viewer or the computer. He shrugged. Why not be random? He hit the "yes" response.
He said yes to each question as it appeared on the screen, growing more intrigued by each one. Random settings? Seme and uke values? How very interesting, he thought. Who knew Kaiba had such a perverted imagination!
The readout flashed the result. He scowled at it, startled by what he saw there.
*Pairing: Malik Ishtar x Bakura Ryou*
*Setting: Strip Club*
"Well, that's unexpected," he said softly. He couldn't quite decide whether to be pleased or pissed off that Kaiba had included himself - or more accurately, his host - in his little fantasy game. But as the projectors shimmered and the scene formed in front of him, he decided that spying on the real Kaiba and Yugi was going to have to wait for a while.
***
To be continued, as Kaiba's fantasy becomes reality (finally!!), and Bakura is drawn into Kaiba's voyeuristic game.
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: Kaiba's fantasy world is rocked by Yugi's actual presence... can he deal with reality?
Author's Notes: I love enthusiastic reviews! Even the scary ones. Really! Don't be shy.
Apologies to those who expected Bakura to join in, but I've got other plans for him, based on a request by Bishojo_shadow in her review of the original VRPG story.
Also, to clarify: in the last chapter, Yami was being insightful and sensitive, concerned for Yugi's safety and happiness, but not jealous. In other words, I wanted to get him out of the way so the story could stay with the Kaiba/Yugi pairing!
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Part Three
***
Yugi's voice hit Kaiba like a shock wave. He jerked his head up so quickly his neck made a painful snap.
Yugi stood there, not four feet away. He was between the door and Kaiba's chair, and he still wore his party clothes. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, and his eyes were wide and liquid, searching Kaiba's face. It was that cautious, questioning expression more than his clothes that convinced Kaiba he hadn't stepped out of the hologram.
Even so, he could hardly believe it. He hadn't been able to shake his awareness that the real Yugi was there in his house, enjoying his party with his friends, innocent and ignorant of Kaiba's desire for him. But now, right there in front of him, his desire stared him in the face.
The helpless desire and the shame of it writhed inside him, but came out of his mouth as anger.
"What are you doing here? You have no right to be in my private rooms!" he snapped, with all the arrogant dignity he was known for - in spite of the fact that he was practically on all fours on the floor with his half-flaccid penis hanging out of his pants.
No matter the circumstances, angry pride was the natural reaction to finding an intruder in his home. And what else could he do? He couldn't stand up. He wasn't even sure he remembered how to breathe.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded again, trying not to choke.
"I'm sorry, Kaiba," Yugi said. He sounded so sincere, gentle yet serious. But he didn't back away. "I never meant to intrude on you."
"Sorry?" Kaiba spat in disbelief.
Yugi dropped to his knees in front of Kaiba. His eyes were steady on Kaiba's face. "Please forgive me. I only followed you to ask you to come back to the party. But... I'm glad." His voice fell to a whisper as he continued. "I'm glad I saw what I saw. It was.... beautiful."
The room spun; reality tilted. He couldn't have heard what he just heard. Yugi couldn't have actually seen it all. He couldn't possibly be glad to have seen it.
"What do you mean? What did you see?" He snarled to hide his fear.
Yugi flinched a little and ducked his head, but he looked Kaiba in the eye.
"I saw into your soul."
Kaiba stared, frozen by disbelief. The look on Yugi's face... welcoming acceptance tinged with desire...it was the face of the hologram, the face he'd programmed into his fantasy. It couldn't be real. He must have finally gone mad.
"Kaiba," Yugi said softly. He crept closer, coming within reach.
Going mad would be so much simpler than the reality that was creeping toward him.
Kaiba knew he should push Yugi away. He knew he should stand up and run. He should destroy the computer and the projectors and the game. He should throw Yugi out of his house and never see him again. He should do something to keep Yugi from coming ever closer, closer... until amethyst eyes, deep violet in the shadows, filled his vision.
"Seto," Yugi said. It was like a sigh. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" he gasped.
Suddenly he couldn't seem to remember why Yugi should be sorry. For coming into his room? For invading his mind and exposing his soul, his weakness? For getting so close that he could see the flicker of his pulse beneath his skin?
For kissing him?
He knew exactly what those lips should taste and feel like pressed against his. The wonder was that he was right; they tasted just that sweet, but felt even better. His mind was so familiar with the fantasy that it was almost as if he remembered this moment.
Everything inside him melted suddenly into hunger for more. But he was still frozen for a moment by the shock of it, his senses overwhelmed by the reality. He could do nothing but close his eyes and let Yugi gently invade his mouth. Soft lips probed his, warm and firm, the taste so sweet he could hardly breathe.
Yugi paused, pulled back a little, and looked at Kaiba with a question. The acceptance was still there, and desire as well. Kaiba could see it now in his flushed skin, his swollen lips, and his quick breath. But there was also doubt and a little fear, making him hesitate to continue.
If he let Yugi leave now, he might never be within reach again. Kaiba couldn't let that happen. His hunger for the taste of Yugi flared inside him, and overcame everything else.
"Yugi," he said. His voice shook a little, but he didn't care. It was a sigh, an apology, and a demand all at once.
Suddenly he could move again, although it still felt as if his body was disconnected, his senses in a different world from his mind. He reached up and touched Yugi's face. It was the only answer he could give to Yugi's doubt and to his own.
Then he was pulling Yugi to him, crushing him in his arms, and Yugi's arms were around his neck, fingers curling in his hair. Yugi's body was solid against him and he could feel his heart pounding. His mouth was on Yugi's, and Yugi's tongue curled around his and welcomed him in as if he'd been waiting for him all along.
It was like coming back to life, and he didn't even know he'd been dead.
***
Yugi 's fears dissolved finally when Kaiba said his name. He only then realized what he'd been most afraid of: that Kaiba would reject him in favor of the dream of him. He was afraid that Kaiba didn't really want to touch him at all, and would only ever look at him the way he looked at the holographic vision he'd built, as something to see but never touch.
But Kaiba was touching him now. His hand was cool against Yugi's skin at the back of his neck, and his arm was firmly around Yugi's back, pulling him just as close as Yugi wanted to be. And his mouth was claiming Yugi's, devouring him. He'd never imagined a kiss could make him feel so hot and so wanted.
Seto's hands were cool but his breath was warm, and as they pressed together, Yugi felt heat rising between them. He suddenly remembered what he'd seen of Seto's body, and his own body responded to the remembered view with an intense flush of heat that centered in his groin. With a muffled moan, a sound he'd never expected himself to make, he pressed harder against Seto. There... he wanted to feel him there, and he wanted to find...
Seto gasped as Yugi found what he was seeking and pressed his own growing hardness against it. Yugi squirmed, suddenly impatient with all the clothing that was between them. He reached awkwardly between them, and accidentally touched exactly what he wanted to touch, the hard, stiff shape wedged up against the crease in his own pants. Seto jumped as his fingers brushed the velvet-hard tip.
"Mmmm," Yugi said, a sound of affirmation pressed against Kaiba's mouth, as he tried to get more of that heated length into his hand. But his own clothes were in the way, and Seto's hands were now seeking his skin as well, tugging at the buttons on his shirt without much success.
They squirmed and struggled together, both with the same goal of getting the rest of Seto's clothes and some, at least, of Yugi's out of the way so they could fit their bodies together. Finally Yugi pulled back a little, and Kaiba growled in frustration. The mundane struggle with clothing suddenly brought them back to reality, and they found themselves staring at each other in surprise.
Somehow, Kaiba had come to be half sitting, half kneeling on the floor with his back to the chair and the VRPG control panel. Yugi was nearly in his lap, practically kneeling on top of his legs. Kaiba's naked erection rose between them, while Yugi's was still uncomfortably trapped inside his pants. Yugi's jacket hung from one arm, and his shirt was pushed up under his arms but stubbornly remained buttoned. He suddenly noticed that he was sitting on the bunched-up zipper of Seto's pants, which had been shoved down onto his hips.
No satin sheets or silk robes or soft pillows. The floor was hard and the air was chilly. All in all, it wasn't very comfortable. They just hadn't noticed.
Yugi suddenly felt shy again. Being a little less caught up in the moment, he found himself feeling more self-conscious about what they were doing, and at the thought of actually getting naked with another person. But he'd already seen himself naked with Kaiba, in a way. That thought brought a pleasant wave of heat to his skin.
He glanced back toward the vanished hologram. Kaiba followed his glance, frowning.
"Bed?" he asked plaintively.
Kaiba grinned. His blue eyes gleamed behind his fringe of hair.
He'd never seen Kaiba's eyes look like this before. They could be cool as ice, or flickering like jets of blue flame, but he'd never seen them look as warm as a summer sky. Of course, he'd never seen them this close before, either.
"Bedroom," Kaiba said, jerking his head toward the door.
Of course. For a moment, Yugi had forgotten there was a world outside this room.
But Kaiba didn't let him go or get to his feet. He stared hard at Yugi.
"If you want to leave," Kaiba said in a low voice, "you'd better say so quickly."
It almost sounded like a threat, said through gritted teeth, as if Kaiba was holding something in that he couldn't hold much longer. What was he getting himself into? There were still deep shadows in this room of Kaiba's soul. In spite of this, he trusted Kaiba, or at least he wanted to. He knew if he left now, he'd never be able to come back.
He touched Kaiba's flushed face and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He shook his head.
"I don't want to leave."
Kaiba looked at him again as if he didn't believe what he was seeing, as if he wasn't as real as the holograms he'd been watching. As if he might suddenly disappear, like the flickering lights of the fantasy.
He touched Seto's face again, with his hands and then with his lips. He pressed himself firmly against Kaiba's body, closing the distance that their struggle with clothing had opened between them.
"Please?" he said.
He thought Kaiba would break into pieces before his eyes. He had no idea why the simple plea made Kaiba look as if he'd been wounded, or why it made a tense shiver run through him. Kaiba's arms squeezed him close and lifted him a little, so that Kaiba could bury his face against Yugi's neck.
"You don't know what you're asking," he said, a muffled growl against Yugi's skin.
Yugi thought he did.
"Kaiba.... please."
Kaiba shuddered again. He lifted his face and looked hard at Yugi. Yugi nodded, a tiny shake of his head.
Kaiba climbed to his feet, lifting Yugi with him. They left the room of flickering lights and fantasies, and passed through the curtained door into Kaiba's bedroom.
***
Bakura wasn't sure why Kaiba had this room draped in curtains, but he was glad of it. Especially when Kaiba passed by within inches of him but never knew he was there. Well, Bakura chuckled silently to himself, Kaiba was a bit preoccupied, with his pants down around his hips and Yugi in his arms.
What a surprise that had been! And more than a little arousing to watch. He'd followed the muffled sound of voices to this room, and happened to look through the gap in the curtains just as Yugi crept up to kiss a shocked-looking Kaiba.
As the door to the bedroom closed behind them, he stepped out from behind the curtain. It would be interesting to follow and watch them, but the bedroom didn't hold such perfect places to hide as this room did. He might peek through the door in a moment, when he was sure they would be far too involved in their activities to notice.
In the meanwhile, he wanted a better look at this room, and at the equipment within it. For that, he made sure the door was closed completely and the curtains drawn across it, so no sound would escape while he investigated. Just why did Kaiba have this room shrouded in soundproofing and dark draperies, anyway? Bakura had already noted the virtual simulator equipment, although there were no images being projected when he'd arrived. It seemed rather secretive and elaborate for a dueling arena. And there was something more sensual than practical about the arrangement and the aura in the room.
Certain of his privacy for the moment, Bakura walked casually over to the control console and studied it. He quickly realized that it was in standby mode, just waiting for the proper input to begin a new program. With a grin, he sat in the chair that faced the projection area, and looked at the control panel.
*Pairing: K1 x Yugi*
*Setting: Bedroom*
*Scene stopped. Begin new scene? Y N *
Bakura smiled in the semi-darkness as it became clear to him that this projector wasn't made to create three dimensional duel monsters. He sat back in the chair and pressed the "Yes" command.
*Generate Random Pairing?*
He'd assumed that the projector only showed scenes of Kaiba with Yugi, his secret crush. This implied that there were other options, which could be chosen by the viewer or the computer. He shrugged. Why not be random? He hit the "yes" response.
He said yes to each question as it appeared on the screen, growing more intrigued by each one. Random settings? Seme and uke values? How very interesting, he thought. Who knew Kaiba had such a perverted imagination!
The readout flashed the result. He scowled at it, startled by what he saw there.
*Pairing: Malik Ishtar x Bakura Ryou*
*Setting: Strip Club*
"Well, that's unexpected," he said softly. He couldn't quite decide whether to be pleased or pissed off that Kaiba had included himself - or more accurately, his host - in his little fantasy game. But as the projectors shimmered and the scene formed in front of him, he decided that spying on the real Kaiba and Yugi was going to have to wait for a while.
***
To be continued, as Kaiba's fantasy becomes reality (finally!!), and Bakura is drawn into Kaiba's voyeuristic game.