Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Want ❯ You Don't Always Get What You Want ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

For her it was seduction; a tilt of the head, a small giggle, a sway of the hips all designed to make his heart hers. She removed her right hand from his to relocate it on his shoulder while her left caressed it's way up his bicep to join its parter. Her moves gave him no other choice but to place his hands on her hips. A step closer allowed her head to find a home on his chest under his chin as they swayed to the music. As his hands slid tentatively from her hips to her lower back closing the last of the space between them she knew he had fallen in to her trap.

The banquet quests watched the boy in the white tuxedo move the girl in the red dress gracefully around the dance floor. One guest in particular was watching very carefully.

"He's very talented," one business man said to another.

"Forget him look at that girl, if I was ten years younger." The other replied.

Yami snatched another glass of champagne off of the tray of a passing waiter. This one would make three and he was starting to feel the buzz.

As the music ended everyone clapped catching the young dancers off guard. The boy wrapped his arm around his partner to lead her off the dance floor as she hid her face in his shoulder from embarrassment.

Yami left. He had about all could stand of that giggling girl.

-_-&-_-

The card reader for his room was starting to piss him off. Why did he have to give Yugi and Joey the double room while he took the single. This way, then that way and still the door would not open. Over and over again he slid it through the scanner until voices coming around the corner froze him in place.

Red was a color that seemed to attract all eyes to it. Except Yami only had eyes for the white that stood proudly at red's side. Yami turned back to the door trying to act as if he were trying the card for the first time hoping the couple would not notice that he couldn't get his door open. He groaned disappointedly when they stopped at only a few doors away.

Much like the dance her seduction continued. She pulled her arm from his slowly allowing her fingers to caress his side. As she dug in her purse for her room key she stayed leaning against him before running her card through the reader. The boy opened the door for her stepping to the side but not entering. Her game was good but there was something missing. Boldly and deciding that he wouldn't, she pushed against him on tiptoes to let her lips slide against his.

Yami almost threw up at the sight.

He drew away from her and said his goodnights, yes her game was good but not good enough. Yami watched the boy leave his dance companion behind and head towards him.

"She would have crawled on all fours and barked like a dog to get you in her bed, you know." Yami spoke to the figure as he passed behind him. He tried the card again but still nothing.

"I know," Seto grabbed the card from Yami's hand, turned it over an slid it through the reader. The door opened.

"It makes sense, you own the hotel. Why wouldn't it just open up for you." Yami grumbled as Kaiba pushed him into the room following. After sitting Yami down on bed Kaiba got him a glass of water from the bathroom.

"So how many glasses of champagne did you manage to get?" His voice was even in it's typical emotionless Kaiba fashion.

"Three, but I'm not drunk if that's what you're assuming. The reader just wouldn't work." The glass was empty so Yami got up to get more. As he returned from the bathroom he nearly dropped the glass at the returning vision.

Kaiba had laid down on the bed with his hands behind his head so that he could see around the room. The first button of his shirt had been undone to show off his long throat and part of his collar bone. Yami raked his eyes up and down that long body that had found its way to his bed.

"The bed's nicer than I expected. I always stay in the penthouse but I was told these rooms were adequate." Kaiba's words brought Yami back to earth.

Setting the glass down on the closest table Yami made his way to the bed.
Once at the foot he met Kaiba's eyes, "What was her name?" He tried desperately to keep his voice as even and unfeeling as Kaiba's. The smirk on the other boys face told him immediately that he had failed.

"Oh I don't know," he rolled his eyes slightly, "Tiffany or Britney or some other actress wantabe type name." Kaiba gave Yami another small smirk.

Putting a knee up on the bed Yami asked, "Is she your girlfriend or the daughter of a business partner?"

Kaiba thought for a moment, "She's just some girl."

"I saw the two of you on the dance floor," Yami now had both knees on the bed and was crawling towards a still smirking Kaiba. "You don't dance like that with 'just some girl' she must mean something to you." The bed seemed to go on forever as he made his way up to those smirking lips.

"Why?" Kaiba, as if he could read Yami's mind, sat up bringing his face closer to Yami's. "She wasn't dancing with me anyway, she was dancing with my wallet. So I was just playing her the way she was playing me."

Yami leaned up, "Is that so and here I thought I was the King of Games."

Kaiba gave a short laugh and curled his legs under him so he could kneel peering down at the other boy. "What's this sudden interrogation about anyway?" Kaiba searched the others face looking for a clue to why Yami was so interested in his love life. There was a small flash of something in Yami's red eyes, something like jealousy.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you want her?" No that wasn't it, maybe. "Did you want..." he paused to read Yami's face, "to be in her place." There it was the look Kaiba was looking for. Closing the space between them he allowed his dominating presence to push Yami back to a sitting position. "The way I held her in my arms, the way I let her move against me. You wanted that didn't you," the words themselves seemed to push Yami back to his elbows.

A few inches was all that stood between him and the owner of that voice that caressed his ear. It would have taken the smallest of tugs to pull that warm body to his.

"It must have burned when she kissed me." Leaning even closer his lips moved against the shell of Yami's ear. "Having to sit back at watch as someone else gets the only thing you've ever wanted." The word sent suffocating warmth through his body. That voice it was too much. "It hurts so bad, trust me I know." Yami arched his body seeking contact with that warmth but Kaiba simply moved with him keeping the space.

He couldn't take it anymore he had to have that body on his. His eyes slipped shut as he reached out to only find air and empty space.

"You don't always get the things you want." That was it, he was gone.

Curling in to a tight ball he fought the tears stinging his eyes. "Come back, please come back." He whispered to the empty room.