Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction of Ice ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 8 )

Dedication: For you, Beckster...you *did* request it, after all.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

//...// Yami to Yugi
/.../ Yugi to Yami

<...> thoughts

*~* change of scene
*** change of perspective

Warning: lemon, yaoi

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Seduction of Ice

Epilogue

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Once Yami had closed off the staircase leading up to the apartment above the game shop and locked the rest of the guests out, he started up the stairs as calmly as he could...but didn't really make it very far. Seto was behind him, and he could feel those cold blue eyes boring into the back of his head. He only made it up five steps, at the most, before his resolve crumbled and his desire to touch the CEO overwhelmed him. He inhaled deeply to try to calm himself...but it was to no avail. He needed to feel skin...and he needed to feel it now.

Seto grunted slightly in surprise as Yami stopped walking up the stairs, quirking an eyebrow at the oddity of the situation. The way he saw it, they had to reach the top in order to find a bed. And a bed was quite necessary for the events which he had planned. Needless to say, he wasn't ready to be held up any longer. Yami certainly could not be having second thoughts now...

That possibility caused the CEO to frown slightly, and he reached out to place a hand on the Pharaoh's shoulder, being quite sure to keep his skin from coming into contact with any of his rival's. If he touched the spirit directly...he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself.

Yami jumped slightly as Seto's hand touched his shoulder through the cape, and glanced back at the executive...which was probably the worst move he could have made. The brunette's eyes were unguarded, and all emotion was easily recognizable at close to the surface. He swallowed painfully and turned around fully, reaching out to cup the dragon tamer's cheek. "Seto..." he murmured, his voice husky, much to his surprise.

Kaiba, too, seemed surprised at the tone of Yami's voice...but hearing his name fall from those beautiful lips only made him want to hear more. He turned his head to the side, surprising the Pharaoh and pressing a gentle kiss to his rival's palm.

No more words were needed, and indeed there wasn't really time for anything to be said as the shorter duelist moved to capture Seto's lips in a hot and needy kiss.

Tongues and teeth and lips clashed, fingers roaming and costume pieces flying as the two managed to stumble up a few more steps before nearly falling over. Seto broke the kiss with a growl, now standing on the same stair as Yami. His eyes blazed with intense heat as they locked with lust-clouded crimson, and his stray thoughts managed to assemble to form a personal consensus:

The bed could screw itself. It was too far away.

Besides, Seto had a much more delectable, very fuckable Pharaoh that was much, much closer. Now...all ne needed was a bit of leverage...

Yami moaned as Seto pushed him up against the wall in the stairwell, letting out a soft cry as his priest's fingers slipped underneath his tunic and wrapped around his hardening cock. He was half sitting on the railing attached to the wall, and half relying on his feet to keep himself balanced. His hands were lost to him, and had become separate beings as they roamed where they wanted, one buried deep in chestnut hair and the other latched onto Seto's back.

"Gods...Seto..." he moaned again as the brunette gave him a rough stroke, his head rolling back to rest against the wall...which only left his neck open for a direct attack from Kaiba's lips. "Take me...Love me, Seto..."

The CEO was more than willing to do just that, but the rational part of his mind reminded him that although the wall was a temporary solution...a bed was needed. Or at the very least, a flat surface should be found. Stairs would not do for this activity. Plus...they were going to need some sort of lubrication.

With a low, frustrated growl, he withdrew, ignoring (surprisingly well) the way his tunic was hanging at a rather odd angle. "You have one more chance to get me to a bed and some lube," he warned, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Or your back will be sorry we never made it to the top of these stairs."

Yami nearly whimpered at the promise and warning in the brunette's eyes and voice, and he nearly fell as he pushed himself away from the wall, so weak were his knees. But he managed to right himself and regain some of his composure, a smirk settling on his lips as he met Seto's glare with his own amused look. "Impatient, are we?"

Seto growled again, and was about to force Yami back against the wall...he even went so far as to reach out to do so...only to have the Pharaoh duck beneath his hand and calmly head up the stairs.

Well...as calmly as he could, considering the circumstances. And considering these circumstances, Yami's mind rationalized, sprinting up the last few stairs was pretty calm.

Seto smirked as he caught up with the spirit at the top of the stairs. "Now who's impatient?" he grunted in amusement as he followed Yami down the hall and into a room on the right, ignoring a dark crimson glare rather easily.

They entered the Pharaoh's bedroom, and Yami closed the door behind them. The spirit had just about enough time to take a deep breath...before his priest lifted him off the ground and carried him over to unceremoniously drop him on the bed.

He scowled up at the CEO, his crimson eyes narrowed into a dark glare. "Seto. That was highly unecessa-ar-...ry...Gods, yesss....do that again..."

Seto smirked again as he rocked his hips forward again, having straddled the spirit to effectively silence any protest from the youth beneath him. "Lube?" he questioned, his fingers already working on removing Yami's cape and the puzzle.

"In the drawer...beside the bed...glass bottle..." the spirit replied breathlessly as he moved against the executive, his hands fisting in the bed sheets beneath him.

Seto nodded, flicking on the small bedside lamp and pulling open the drawer. He fished around for the cool texture of glass and found it without too much trouble, swiftly closing the drawer and returning his attention to the flushed spirit. He smirked as he held it up for inspection before glancing down at Yami. "I see you're sticking with the theme," he murmured, motioning with a nod of his head at the vial of scented oil.

"I thought it would be interesting," Yami replied with a slight grin and a short wink directed at Seto.

The brunette licked suddenly dry lips as he ran a hand up Yami's side, causing the skin to quiver as muscles twitched, responding to his touch. "Interesting indeed", he agreed, his eyes taking in every inch of his former rival. His Pharaoh certainly met his expectations. The tanned skin was bronzed, just as he had imagined, and glistening in the soft light of the bedside table.

Candles would have been a nice touch, he thought, but Yami didn't strike him as the sappy romance type. Besides, he himself had a cold reputation to uphold.

His fingers brushed past a dusky nipple, and the spirit hissed as his eyelids drooped, the brunette's name falling from his kiss-bruised lips.

Seto frowned slightly, remembering how Bakura's fingers had looked...pale in comparison to even his own against the stark contrast of Yami's exotic tan. Feeling the sudden urge to claim what was his, the CEO slowly brought his lips down, locking eyes with Yami as he closed his lips around the bronzed peak.

The Pharaoh's low, primal groan was well worth the effort. Well worth the effort indeed.

While the priest continued to worship the hardened nub with his tongue and teeth, he untied the sash that held up Yami's tunic and slid the garment down over slender hips. He then proceeded to uncap the small vial and coat his fingers with the cool liquid, sliding his hand down Yami's side and gently spreading the Pharaoh's legs.

Yami complied willingly and moaned as Seto settled between them after shedding his own tunic. The brunette's index finger circled his entrance before it slipped inside, and Yami tensed momentarily before he forced himself to relax. A second finger joined the first a moment or so later, and by the time Seto dared to add a third, the pharaoh was writhing on the bed sheets.

The shorter teen was flushed and panting; his skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat. "Please, Seto..." he murmured, his hips bucking against the three intruding digits. "I need to feel you..."

"I know," the brunette replied huskily, withdrawing his fingers and coating his own aching arousal liberally in oil, the scent of lavender floating through the air and mixing with the musky flavour of their heavy arousal.

Seto positioned himself appropriately, the head of his erection nudging Yami's tight entrance, and his breath caught in his throat at the sensation. Before he could move, one of the Pharaoh's hands caught him off guard as it slid up his chest and gave a sharp pinch to one of his dark nipples. He let out a soft cry and his hips thrust forward of their own accord, both teens moaning as they found themselves suddenly joined.

With a low groan, the priest slid the rest of the way into his pharaoh, leaning forward to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to the tri-colour haired teen's forehead.

Seto waited a moment before moving, smoothing back sweat-dampened golden bangs and watching Yami's expression carefully. He quirked an eyebrow as Yami's eyes met his. "Well?" he murmured, his pale fingers brushing over a tanned cheek. "I do hope I have not disappointed my king."

Yami smirked at the sarcasm evident in the brunette's voice, and he shifted his hips to elicit a low moan from the other teen. "Not at all, my priest. Now, get on with it and move, Seto Kaiba."

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A few weeks later...

Jounouchi Katsuya heaved a heavy sigh as he played with the straw of his milkshake before taking a long sip of the thick liquid. Summer had rolled around and school was finally over. However, he felt a bit lost with all that was going on. Without the restraints of education, all of his friends seemed to have something to do. Yugi had hooked up with Ryou. Honda was off for some family thing in Italy. Otogi...well, he didn't really want to hang around with Otogi. But Yami...

Yami was with Seto Kaiba.

Gods, now there was a surprise. A few weeks ago, the two couldn't even be in the same room without arguing about something. But now...

He shook his head shortly, his blonde bangs brushing against his forehead and falling into his eyes, but he didn't bother to brush them out of the way. He had to admit it. Seto and Yami fit perfectly together.

Unfortunately, that didn't leave much room for Jounouchi. Not much room at all...

He jumped in surprise as someone slid into the seat beside him and hooked a loose arm around his waist. "Yami?" he exclaimed, eyes widening. "What're ya doin' here?"

"I came to find you, Jounouchi," the shorter teen replied mysteriously, his fingers trailing up Jou's side before he pulled them back. "Want to go for a walk?"

The blonde gave a short nod, but remained suspicious as they got to their feet and headed out of the ice cream shop. Something strange was going on....there was a light in Yami's eyes that he hadn't seen since the party...

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THE END

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Seduction of Ice is finished.

Let the Seduction of Fire begin.

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Author's Notes:

OMG, I can't believe I actually finished a fic!!!

Thank you so much to all of my reviewers!! You kept me going through the rough spots. I'm really sorry this last chapter took so long to write, but I had a horrible time with it. But, nothing we can do about that now! Thanks again for all of your support! I'll get the prize for the contest winners up as soon as I can! Here's a little preview...

Yami grunted, glancing down at the delicate silver watch on his wrist with a scowl. "It's only noon? Ra, how much longer can this day last?!" he muttered darkly, one hand drifting up to adjust one of his pigtails.

Malik smirked. "I have an idea on how we can pass the time more quickly."

Crimson eyes narrowed suspiciously. The hungry look was back.