Still Rivals?

YAY!!!!!! ANOTHER Yami/Seto/Seth fic. Heehee! Hope you enjoy!

Seto pays Yami a visit… and brings someone with him.

Still Rivals?

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Yugi was currently in his room studying for his History test on Monday. It was a wonderful Friday evening, and Yami wanted to go out; however, the Hikari stayed put at his desk.

" Yami, go out with the others," Yugi said absently, keeping his eyes on his book. Yami flopped on his bed and sighed.

" It isn't the same without you, Aibou," he reasoned, almost whining. " Who will tell the rest of us to stop drinking?"

This brought a short chuckle out of Yugi. " Well, isn't Ryou going?"

" No… he wants to study too." Yami made a cute frown. " The test isn't until next week! And you both do well even without studying."

Yugi flashed him a sarcastic look before turning back. " Right, you just want me to go. I got a ninety-five on my last chapter test!"

Yami gave him a half hearted glare as he stood. " Fine, Aibou," he muttered grumpily. The Spirit walked over to the door and opened it. A voice came at that instant.

" Yugi!" called Sugoroku up the stairs. " There's someone here for you!"

" Send 'em up!"

" I'm busy!"

Yami and Yugi glared at each after their joined sentences.

" What, Yugi?" called the old man again.

" Coming!"

" Can't it wait?"

Yami flashed an agitated Yugi a devious grin before stepping out of the room and shutting out any protests. He walked down the stairs by the living room into the Game Shop. Ah Jou Jou and the others were finally here...

" Mr. Kaiba dropped by on my way out."

Yami stopped at the bottom of the steps and gave a disappointed look. He thought it was Jounouchi or Tristan coming to invite him out.

Kaiba Seto stood straight and tall as he regarded Yami with a nod. " Hello, Pharaoh," he said in his low, impassive tone. It sent sparks down Yami's spine. " Are you planning on going somewhere?" He slightly gestured to Yami's apparel which seemed more elaborate than what he would usually wear.

Yami crossed his arms. " As a matterfactfact, I am," he replied coldly.

Sugoroku just crept out the door before the tension increased.

Seto looked unfazed. " Where to?"

The Spirit grew quickly annoyed. " What's it to you?" he snapped. " What do you want? I already returned your Item."

Yami figured that if Seto had everything that he wanted (excluding the God cards), then he would leave him alone and stop pestering him for more duels, or just stop bothering him period. It had been three months since that last happened, and even though Seto's distance was what he wanted, he still missed the brunette's presence - but he would never admit that! SOmetimes he didn't even know why he missed the heartless CEO.

Seto stepped forward into the light. He seemed different. It was as though he had gained more confidence or a more powerful (if that was even possible) aura. His usual long blue trench coat flared behind him, giving him the forever model-like look. Icy blue eyes were especially expressive tonight, but Yami could still not read them.

" I want to share something with you," said the CEO, taking a slow walk. " And it has nothing to do with Duel Monsters."

Yami's eyebrow twitched. " Then what is it?" he asked, growing impatient and frustrated. The closing distance between him and the other seemed to do something unspeakable to his body… He would have retreated, but he didn't want Seto to have that satisfaction.

When the brunette was within a step's reach he stopped and watched the Pharaoh with his deep eyes. It was as though they were peering into his ruby orbs, searching for something. Yami hardened his features and forced his growing anger to show.

" This." Seto reached behind him and pulled out the Millennium Rod from underneath his coat. Yami watched as it glowed and issued forth a bright, blinding light. The Spirit turned away then opened his eyes after it subsided, receiving the shock of his life.

Beside Seto was a slightly taller, broader version of himself with light caramel skin and streaks in the sable hair. This figure wore gold ornaments where they could be placed and a kilt hanging low on his hips, trimmed and decorated with sapphires and rubies. An ocean blue cape flowed elegantly down his back.

He smirked and inclined his head to his Pharaoh.

" Good evening, Yami," Seth murmured, his voice akin to Seto's but more… powerful.

Yami blinked. His vocal chords refused to work. Was this his former High Priest? Was this Seth, the mutinous Mage that rose to overthrow him five millennia ago? Was this the same man that he had claimed to love at one point in his sad life? Indeed, Seth stood before him, flesh and blood and very much there in every physical aspect. He hadn't changed at all. His arrogant and mocking expression was still there, as well as his beauty and deadly grace.

" Cat got your tongue, Yami?" teased Seto, walking beside the frozen Pharaoh. " Hn. You haven't experienced half of it yet."

Yami's vision went dark. The last thing he saw was Seth's annoying smirk and felt Seto's hot breath against his ear…

His head felt light and his body's temperature seemed to have increased. The Pharaoh opened his eyes groggily, slowly adjusting to the dim lighting.

He was bound against a wall. His hands were outstretched on either side and shackled to the stone. His legs were shoulder width apart and locked as well. Cool air hit his bare chest, and his lower half felt as if it was on fire…

A moan escaped his lips when he shifted. Desire sizzled through every nerve of his body as he inhaled deeply. There was a scent in the air- some fragrance he recognized… He felt his erection throb with every whiff of it.

" Wh- where am I?" Yami asked breathlessly into the empty space. As his hazy vision began to clear, he saw a large bed in scarlet to his right and torches lighting an otherwise bare chamber. His arms began to ache slightly, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in his loins. He was turned on to the point of bursting. Every shift of the garment around his waist sent him reeling.

' What the hell?' he thought weakly.

A low chuckle responded somewhere and Yami raised his head. A figure approached him in leisure. It was a male with pale skin and gorgeous azure eyes.

" Kaiba…" Yami hissed. " What… am I… doing here?" His speech was broken due to rising pants. The sight of the CEO made his heart beat faster and his blood heat up even further.

" You don't look so well, Yami." Seto treaded closer to the Spirit, smirking and eyeing him openly. He stopped before the breathless Pharaoh and licked his dry lips. Yami caught the action and bit back a moan. His arousal began to throb painfully.

" Kaiba…" he whimpered almost on his own accord. His body wanted to reach out and touch him, and he in turn wanted Seto to touch and caress him everywhere. Yami was aroused and desired release. As he gazed into those usually cold eyes, he grew even further in his lust. Those azure orbs held such hunger for him that it was unbearable.

" You are in the Shadow realm, Pharaoh," said Seto, holding Yami's chin with his finger and thumb. Yami closed his eyes and swallowed. " This here is our own little world." His thumb traced over Yami's soft lips, and ruby eyes slowly opened. Yami allowed his lips to part as he took in the thumb almost greedily. He sucked on the digit, his teeth nibbling the skin and his tongue stroking it.

Seto watched with lidded eyes. He heard Yami's hands strain against his shackles, and he pressed forward, removing his thumb and crushing his mouth hungrily against the Spirit's. Yami immediately let out a groan of appreciation, opening his lips further to allow Seto's hot tongue to enter. He pushed his body outw to to try to gain some friction.

Seto lost control at the wantonness of his captive and finally closed the distance between them. He pressed himself fully against the Spirit, feeling every part of the teen's body fitting tightly against him. Yami groaned again and the sound of rattling shackles grew louder. Seto's hips began to grind Yami's, reveling in the moans issuing from that beautiful mouth of his.

He broke away for, pu, pushing away before he was pulled in further. Yami was flushed and panting, begging for more in his dark eyes. The CEO just smirked as he composed himself, intent on teasing his Pharaoh.

" Do you want to come?" asked Seto in a husky voice. His hands trailed down Yami's chest to his nipples and pinched harshly. Yami whimpered and nodded. Seto allowed his fingers to fall lower to the top of the kilt he wore. He traced the trimmings lazily before slipping them off.