I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SETO/AMARA LEMON**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
Feelings communicated through mind link
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 14

Seto and Amara were barely through the door before being attacked by the ever present raven haired whirlwind.

“Seto, Seto, Seto, can we go to the mall, and me get my earring tonight? I was over at Yugi’s, and they said they would meet us there, and it’ll be fun, like a party. I know you just got home and are really, really tired, but I really, really want to have it before school starts. Please, please, please, can we do that, and get pizza for dinner. It’ll be fun. I missed you today, and I hope you had a good day at work. Hi, Amara,” Mokuba paused, taking a deep breath. “So can we?”

“Have you been eating sugar again?” Amara asked.

Shaggy black hair went flying, “No.”

Seto stared at Mokuba. Mokuba rocked on the balls of his feet, staring back. Seto blinked. Mokuba grinned. “Yes we ca...”

“I’m gonna go call Yugi, and tell him, so he can call Joey, and Tristan, and Ryou and we can all meet at the mall.” Mokuba shot from the room, his voice fading as he thundered down the hall.

“If I could package that and sell it, I could buy the world ten times over.”

“Who would want it?” Amara dropped the diaper bag on the floor, toe toed off her shoes. “So, what are the plans for tonight since I’m only proficient in infant grunt, not hyper little brother speech?”

“Earrings and pizza at the mall.”

Amara grinned, “Interesting combination.”

Mokuba came charging back up the hall. He grabbed the end of the banister, and locked his knees, letting his momentum spin him around, and started running up the stairs. “You guys need to come up and change. Yugi’ll meet us there at seven, and you only got half an hour, and it takes ten minutes to get there. Is Kira gonna come, and are you gonna get her ears pierced?”

Grinning at the boy’s exuberance, Amara joined him on the second floor, “Kira is going to stay with Tessa, since it will be too close to her bed time when we leave, but we’ll hant wit with you all day tomorrow,” she added, seeing the boy’s fallen expression.

“Okay.” Mokuba took off down the hall, stripping off his shirt as he ran.

“It appears you have a gift for making the Kaiba men happy,” Seto came up and slipped his arm around Amara’s waist.

“Yeah, well you’re pretty easy,” she teased, pulling Seto into his room by the lapels of his shirt.

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“There you are, young man. You now have your first piercing.” Mokuba grinned, admiring the small gold ball in his earlobe. “Here are your care instructions and cleaning solution. In six to eight weeks you can take that out and wear anything you want.”

While Mokuba paid for his new jewelry, Amara slid into the vacated chair. She pulled her hair back and removed the earrings she was wearing, “Another set above the first ones please.”

He handed her a card, “Pick the pair you want and I’ll fix you up.”

“The diamonds.”

They both looked up at Seto, “The diamonds,” he repeated.

The clerk suddenly became nervous, “One moment, please, sir, we keep those behind the counter.”

“Diamonds?” Amara scratched the back of her head, “And what happens if I lose one?”

“I buy you more.”

“Sir?” the clerk asked hesitantly, “The one carat or the two?”

“The two.” The look the teen billionaire gave him clearly stated he should have known.

The clerk carefully sterilized Amara’s ear, casting nervous glances Seto’s way. “There you are, miss,” he handed her a mirror. “I hope everything is to your satisfaction.”

She smirked at Seto then turned a warm smile to the clerk, “It is thank you.”

She slid out of the seat, and was more than a little surprised to see Seto sit down. The clerk looked like he had literally shit a brick. “S-sir?”

“Just the one.”

The clerk reached a badly shaking hand for the sample card. “The one carat diamonds.”

Joey and Tristan came up while the clerk was getting the earrings from behind the counter. “Hey, you joining the normal world now Seto?” the blond asked.

The teen billionaire chose to ignore the comment.

“Where’d you guys run off to?” Mokuba asked. “You missed me getting my ear pierced.”

“You look very manly there, kiddo,” Tristan ruffled his hair. “You’ll look better when you can get something more along the lines of your personality.”

“I think so too,” Mokuba nodded seriously.

“Well, I got myself a tattoo,” Joey pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a plastic wrapped Red Eyes Black Dragon tattoo.

“Why is it wrapped in plastic?” Mokuba asked.

“That’s to keep the blood from getting all over the world and to keep the medicine from rubbing off.”

Joey raised an eyebrow, “How do you know about tattoos?” he asked the red head.

She pulled the collar of her shirt aside a bit, showing a tint of blue, “I got one.”

“Wonders never cease,” Tristan looked at Amara as if seeing her for the first time.

A girl came up, carrying the earrings Seto requested, “I will be doing your piercing, sir. Our other clerk seemed to get ill all of a sudden.”

“I wonder why?” Amara gave Seto a mock frown.

When finished, Seto handed the girl his credit card, “Mine, hers, and his.”

“I got mine already, big broth Mok Mokuba piped up.

“Mine and hers.”

She looked at the name on the card, “Yes, sirrr...” she paled, her voice trailing off when she saw the name on the card.

“Yes?” Seto smirked.

“Just one moment, Mr. Kaiba, sir,” she all but ran to the front counter.

“You enjoy doing that don’t you,” Amara accused.

“Doing what?”

She just shook her head.

“Now where?” Mokuba asked, “Food or the new mall arcade?”

“Food, I’m starving,” Amara replied quickly.

Yami, Yugi, Ryou, and Bakura meet up with them as they headed to the food court. While the men argued over what to get, Amara wandered over to a nearby jewelry shop. A five piece sapphire and diamond set on display caught her eye. “May I help you?”

“No thank you,” Amara smiled. “I was admiring the sape see set there.”

“It is lovely,” the sales girl agreed, “And a one of a kind creation.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“Find something you like?” Seto asked, coming up behind her.

“She was admiring our hand crafted sapphire and diamond set.” The sales girl turned on the charm, hoping for a hefty commission on the sale.

“Thank you for your help, I need to go.” Amara grabbed Seto hand, hurrying after their friends.

“Did you like it?” Seto asked once they caught up.

Amara shrugged, “It was nice.” Thinking the conversation over, she went to join Ryou and Bakura at a table.

“Mokuba,” Seto motioned to his little brother and handed him a large amount of money. “Pay for the food. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay, big brother, is something wrong?”

Seto shook his head, heading back the way they had come, and returned less than five minutes later. No one other than Mokuba knew he was gone.

Otogi walked over just as three extra large pizzas were brought to their table. “Otogi, man, join us,” Tristan called out. Yami and Yugi scooted over, making room for the dice master to sit.

“Let me grab a salad.”

Amara balled up several bills and threw the money wad at Otogi, “Grab me one too, please.”

Returning, Otogi handed Amara her salad and change. When she turned back from putting the money away, there was a black box sitting on top of the salad container. Everyone else was eating or talking and didn’t seem to notice the box.

She opened it. “Oh. My. Gods.” She stared slack jawed at the jewelry set she had seen in the display window.

“What you got there, ‘Mara?” Joey looked over her shoulder, “Damn,” his eyes went wide.

“What’s up Joey?” Yugi was concerned. He had never seen the blond stop eating double cheese pepperoni pizza for anything.

Amara turned the box around, showing the group the jewelry set. As they were gawking at the gems, she turned a questioning eye to Seto. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“That cost somebody a ton of money!”

“Hi, Tea,” Yugi said less than enthusiastically to the brunette walking up.

“Wow, I’d love to get a set of jewelry like that.” She sat down at the table, ignoring Yugi’s greeting, and helped herself to a slice of pizza.

“It was a gift,” Amara said, putting the box away in her purse.

“So, Tea, what brings you out so late? I thought you were working?” Yugi tried to break the tension that had settled over the group.

“I just got off and was doing some shopping before going home.”

“Should have just went,” Bakura muttered too low for her to hear. Yami heard, and tipped his glass at the former tomb robber in salute.

“Seto, I’m done. I goI go to the arcade now?” Mokuba glanced quickly to Tea, hoping his brother got the hint.

He did. “Yes, but take someone with you.”

“I’m done,” several voices rang out at once.

“Hold up there, kid,” Amara held out a napkin, “You got sauce on your face.” Mokuba took a quick swipe. “You missed.” Amara cleaned off the red smear. “Win one for me.”

“I’m going to make sure he has enough change,” Seto politely excused himself.

“Where’s your baby?” Tea snagged another slice of pizza.

“She had a big day, and is home, sleeping.” Amara noticed she and Tea were the only ones left at the table, and there was nearly an entire pizza left.

“So you’re living with Kaiba now?” Amara didn’t miss the snide tone to Tea’s voice.

Amara could play that game, “He hasn’t rescinded his offer for me to stay, if that’s what you mean.”

Tea blinked at her and pasted on a fake smile. “So, are you having fun with the happy crew?”

“Happy crew?”

“Yea, you know, the gay squad.”

Amara was fast reconsidering her opinion of the brunette, “They’re not all gay.”

“Gay, bi, it’s all the same. They’re all sticking up each other’s ass all the time.”

Amara was beyond pissed. She was under the impression this girl was a friend to the group. More than she was obviously mistaken. “Could I get a box, please?” she asked the girl cleaning the tables. She didn’t even look at Tea as she placed the leftover pizza in the box.

Finished, she turned to Tea, not even trying to keep the fury from her voice. “You know, Tea; there is a difference between being gay and being bi-sexual. If you don’t know that, look it up. Or are you just pissy because no one is sticking it up you? Yugi is under the misguided assumption that you are his friend and if you maliciously try to hurt him, or any of those men I care about,” Amara leaned close to the wide eyed girl, her voice low and dangerous. “I will fuck...you...up. Bad”

“Are you threatening me?” Tea’s voice was shaky.

“Not at all. I’m telling you what I will do if you hurt the men I care for. Plain and simple.”

Amara shouldered her purse, picked up the pizza box, and left. Tea sat there a few minutes more, wondering if she had made a serious mistake.

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Joey was jumping up and down cheering when Amara walked into the arcade. “I beat you,” he pointed a finger at Yugi. “I beat the game master.”

“No, that would be me,” Yami smirked, leaning against the wall.

Joey waved his hand dismissively, “Same thing.” He wasn’t about to have his triumph trivialized by minor details.

“Here,” Amara shoved the pizza box at him. “Your victory feast.”

Joey dug right in, “’Mara if Kaiba ever gets stupid and dumps you, I’ll take you in, in a second.” Amara grinned at Joey’s food induced enthusiasm, and Seto’s glare.

“Hey, everybody, I have an idea. Let’s go to Otogi’s shop and show Amara a duel.”

“It is getting late, aibou.”

Yugi flipped his cute switch on, “It’s not that late, Yami.” He turned to Otogi, taking it up a notch, “Otogi?”

“I do need to put the systems through their paces since I had them reworked.”

Yugi grinned, “Let’s go!”

No matter how many times she saw Yugi or Ryou do that, Amara was still amazed. She looked up at Seto, “We are so screwed when Kira learns how to do that.”

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Amara sat between Ryou and Seto in the spectator seats as Yugi faced off against Joey.

“This should be a good duel,” Ryou commented. “They haven’t dueled each other in quite some time.”

Joey called Alligator Sword to the field and placed two cards face down, ending his turn.

“That looks so real,” Amara was amazed. “This is your brain child?”

Seto nodded, “I designed the holographic software and the electronic display relays.”

“His genius and wealth are on the same level, if that helps,” Tristan grinned at Amara’s stunned expression.

“Joey’s called out his Red Eyes Black Dragon,” Mokuba pointed to the arena.

“And Yugi has his Dark Magician out,” Yami leaned foreword, intent on the battle. “This should be interesting.”

“Yeah, interesting.” Bakura’s voice was muffled. He had his face buried in Ryou neck.

“You haven’t...mmm... seen one bit...ahhh...of this duel, yami,” Ryou seemed to be enjoying himself, very much.

“You have your interests, I have mine.”

Amara chuckled at the white haired pair, and turned back to the duel. Her vision blurred and changed; she saw a stone arena with two robed and hooded figures calling forth wraithlike creatures from huge stone tablets. She blinked but the vision remained.

Seto watched Amara rub her eyes and shake her head, “You all right?”

“Yea,” she smiled reassuringly. “Just a bit dizzy for a sec.”

“We’ll leave after they finish their duel.”

Amara suddenly found several pairs of concerned eyes on her. Bakura had even left Ryou’s neck and was frowning at her. “It’s nothing, really.” She could tell by his expression, Bakura wasn’t buying it, but thankfully he turned his attention back to Ryou’s neck.

With her vision finally clear, Amara noticed a man leaning against the wall at the far end of their arena. He looked familiar. She turned her head slightly so it appeared she was watching the duel, “Bakura, don’t look up.” The thief grunted in acknowledgement. “There’s a guy by the wall, he looks familiar. Discretely, check him out.”

Bakura glanced up, “It’s the guy from the beach.”

“I thought so, he...,” she turned around to find the thief gone. The guy on the wall was gone too.

Amara tried to turn her attention back to the duel. Yugi soon made short work of Joey, winning by 20 life points. They rejoined the group, praising Otogi for the changes to his dueling arenas. Unnoticed, Bakura slipped up behind them, pulling Seto aside.

“Kaiba, we need to talk.”

“About?”

“That prick from the beach was here.” Seto glanced around. “He’s gone. I couldn’t catch all of him,” Bakura held up a skull earring with a sizable chunk of ear still attached. “But I got a piece of him.”

Seto smirked, “I’ll put some people on searching the hospitals.”

“When you catch him, don’t kill him. He could tell us who’s behind this shit.”

“I had the same thought,” Seto pulled out his cell phone, giving orders to search the hospitals for a man with most of his ear missing.

“You may not find him in a hospital,” Bakura said thoughtfully.

“That is a noticeable injury,” Seto motioned to the ear.

“Shadow magic can fix that, but he’d have the stink of the Shadow Realm on him for days. He won’t be hard to find if he goes that route.”

“That doesn’t seem probable; everyone who can work shadow magic is here.”

“A high level mage can tap into it enough to do what’s happened so far. They would be able to fix this.” He dangled the ear before tossing it into a trash can.

“Let’s keep this between us for now,” Seto glanced at Amara. “There’s no need to worry her unnecessarily.”

Walking out of the shop, Mokuba was offering to help Amara build a dueling deck and to teach her strategies. He was hopping around excitedly and didn’t see the two people coming in. They collided.

“Watch where you’re going, brat!”

“Back off, Raptor,” Seto helped Mokuba up. “No washed up has been duelist like you is going to talk to my brother like that.”

“Back off yourself, Kaiba. You don’t scare me.”

“After looking at that face everyday in the mirror, I can see why.”

Before the prone duelist could reply, Otogi stepped up. “Is there a problem here?”

“Who do you think you are?” sneered Raptor’s green haired companion.

“I own this shop.”

“We don’t want any trouble,” he back peddled fast. “We just came to duel.”

Otogi jerked a thumb over his shoulder, “The arenas are inside.”

“I’m sorry guys,” Mokuba apologized sheepishly.

“It was an accident, Mokuba,” Amara gave the boy a one armed hug. “Those two just have a rotten attitude.” She caught a glimpse of Tea walking down the street, “Kinda like some other people I’ve met since coming here.”

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Seto heard his little brother’s voice loud and clear as he approached his bedroom. He walked in, finding Amara sitting on the bed, Mokuba’s head in her lap, cleaning his piercing. The boy was still going on about dueling strategies.

“There you go, all finished,” Amara snapped the bottle closed and helped the boy up. “You need to get in bed now.”

“Okay,” he pouted. “Are you still going to hang out with me tomorrow?”

“Yep, as promised.”

“I’m going to tell Seto goodnight then go to bed.”

Seto took a couple steps foreword, “I’m right here, Mokuba.” He gave the boy a hug, careful not to spill the wine in his hand.

“Thanks for letting me get this, big brother. You’re the best,” grey eyes beamed at him.

“No, thank you for being better, little brother,” He kissed the top of his shaggy black hair. “You want me to tuck you in?”

“No, that’s okay. Goodnight.” Seto smiled fondly after his little brother.

Amara was in front of the mirror, cleaning her piercings. Seto sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. He sipped at his wine, admiring her every movement.

Amara did a double take when she noticed him staring, “What?” Hook ook his head. “Come here. I may as well do yours too,” she grinned. “You know you surprised me more than a little when you got this,” she carefully cleaned around the earring. “Why did you do it?”

“Mokuba said I could,” he smirked.

“Is that your polite way of saying you are the great Seto Kaiba and you do whatever you please whenever you please?”

“Pretty much.”

Amara rolled her eyes at him, “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“Oh, I bet you do,” she stared at his glass, watching the light play along the ruby colored liquid inside. “Is that the reason you bought that?” she nodded to the black jewelry box sitting on the dresser.

“I bought that because you liked it,” he set his glass on the table. “You should be given whatever you want without question. I have money to burn, so why not?”

“Seto, just because I say I like something, doesn’t mean it’s an attempt to get you to buy it for me or that I even want it,” she took both of his hands, “When will you get it through your stubborn head? What I want from you, money can’t buy.”

Seto actually looked somewhat confused, “What would that be?”

“Affection, compassion, understanding,” she grinned. “Love, passion, lust.”

Seto pulled her into his arms, “I’m used to people being interested in me only for my looks and money.”

“I would be interested in you flat broke and looking like Quasimodo,” she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. “Very interested,” she murmured huskily then quickly sat up smirking. “I thank you for your gift but don’t go buying me everything I admire, or you may go broke.”

“But I’ll still be far from looking like Quasimodo,” Seto took another drink.

“What is that? It smells pretty good.”

“An 1892 French Bordeaux.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “Aren’t you underage?” Seto paused, the glass halfway to his mouth. “Right, Seto Kaiba. Your house. Sorry, I forgot for a secoherehere.”

“Would you like some?”

“Can’t. Nursing.”

Holding Amara’s gaze, Seto took a drink, holding the wine in his mouth. He swallowed then cupped the back of Amara’s head, kissing her deeply. He slipped his tongue over hers, letting her taste the fruity flavor lingering in his mouth.

They broke apart; Amara licking her lips. “That’s an interesting way to sample wine.”

“I agree,” Seto drained the glass and kissed her again. “I could learn to like it though.”

Seto moved up on the bed to lean against the pillows, “Mokuba seems to think you’ll be an excellent duelist.”

Amara joined him, “I may be if I understood strategy and what the cards mean.” She motioned to Seto’s deck, “He explained every card you have to me twice, and I still don’t get it.”

“You just need more in depth explanations.” With amazing speed, Seto had her pinned beneath him, “Now this is a trap.”

“Trap. Got it.”

He sat up on his knees and began to unbutton Amara’s shirt, “This is remove defenses.”

She grinned, “Remove defenses. Got it too.”

Seto leaned in and bit softly at her neck. “Attack,” he murmured, licking the shell of her ear.

Amara placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed slightly, “This would be defense, right?”

Smirking, he took her wrists and raised her arms over her head, securing them with one of his. “Stop defense.” He trailed his free hand down her side and over her stomach, “Strategy is easy to understand with the proper demonstrations.”

Amara giggled, “And I think you explanation was just a strategy to get me in your bed.”

“Worked,” Seto claimed her lips in a long slow kiss.

Amara moaned when he began sucking on her lower lip, granting him immediate entrance. Their tongues entwined together in a sensual dance that left them both reeling and aroused.

“You are so good at that,” she whispered breathlessly.

“I get better.” Hands on each side of her head, Seto held her in place as he ravaged her mouth.

Amara moaned into the kiss, running her hands through his cinnamon hair, trying to pull him closer.

Seto pulled away, frowning. He hooked a finger under her bra, “Why do you insist on wearing these?”

“Maybe because I don’t want my breasts hanging down to my stomach.” She laughed at Seto’s sour expression, “But I did think of you when I got it.” She slipped the front hook free then quickly refastened it.

With an indignant look, Seto unhooked it, pulling it from her body. “That was not playing fair.”

Amara smirked, “Be nice or I’ll wear the sports style next time. That’ll really drive you crazy.”

Seto kissed the base of her throat then lightly nipped her chin, “That’s when I invest in a dagger,” he kissed her between her breasts, “And have Bakura sharpen it.”

Low moans came from Amara’ throat as Seto circled his tongue around her nipples, alternating from one side to the other. She closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation, running her hands through his hair and down his neck. Her eyes flew open when she encountered his shirt collar. That had to go.

Seto barely registered the frantic tugs pulling his shirt from his pants. He grunted in surprised at the sound of ripping cloth and the tiny pings of buttons hitting the floor. He barely felt her soft fingertips dancing over his back and sides. But it took all of his control not to bite down when she lightly pinched both his nipples.

Amara gasped, ‘Did he just copy me?’ She tweaked him again. ‘This could prove to be interesting.’

Seto was extremely glad he had such rigid control over his emotions, if not he was certain he’d be writhing in pleasure like Amara was now. But, gods the fiery red head made it hard.

He sat up, straddling Amara’s legs, and pulled his now ruined shirt off, tossing it to the floor. With an evil glint in his eye, Seto shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. He firmly grasped her under her arms and threw his weight backwards.

She shrieked, grabbing his shoulders and pushing herself up to sit on his hips. “How’d you do that?”

“Martial Arts.”

“You’re a black belt,” Amara wasn’t asking. Seto nodded. “What level?”

“Grand Master.”

She was a bit taken aback by his answer, “Aren’t you a bit young for that level?”

Seto shrugged, “I’m good.”

“Conceited too.”

He pulled her shirt and bra off, tossing them in the floor, “I’m honest.”

Amara yelped, suddenly being pitched foreword, barely catching herself on outstretched arms to stop from crashing into Seto. “What was that?” she demanded.

“Quick attack,” he smirked.

“Oh, I see how you are.”

“How am I?”

“Hot, sexy, and horny,” she ground her hips into his arousal, making her point.

Seto grabbed her hips, stopping her movements. He trailed one finger up her spine, making her arch away from the tickling sensation to cup the back of her head, bringing her down for a kiss. He slid his free hand around to the front of her shorts and expertly opened the buttons. Seto released her head to slip the cloth barriers down her legs, tossing them over the footboard.

He left Amara’s lips in favor of her shoulder. He massaged her buttocks, moaning when he pressed her down on his arousal. “Don’t you think you’re a bit over dressed?” she murmured, shifting to move off ofo.
o.

He held her in place, “Stay there.” With a little careful maneuvering and a lot of intentional contact, Seto’s pants followed Amara’s shorts into the floor.

Seto wrapped Amara in his arms, moaning at the bliss of the skin on skin contact he had been craving. Feeling her try and move again, he tightened his hold.

“Will you be still?”

Amara blinked at him, “Don’t you want to...”

“To what?” he smirked.

“To...umm...”

Seto loved the way her freckles stood out when she blushed, “To make love to you?” He kissed her face reassuringly, “I fully intend to make love to you, just a little differently.” He nuzzled her ear, “You’re going to ride me.”

“What?”

“You are going to ride me.”

“I don’t know what that means,” she answered, biting her bottom lip.

He smiled enviously at her innocence, “I’ll show you.” Holding her shoulders, Seto pushed her up to her knees. “Do you trust me, dove?”

“Always.”

Seto carefully lifted her up, and wriggled himself into position underneath. Amara clutched his forearms to keep her balance as he slowly impaled her on his length. He moaned as the velvet heat of his lover surrounded him, and couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up, imbedding himself inside.

Amara threw her head back, gasping as Seto filled her. They both held still savoring the feelings coursing through their bodies.

Seto gently lifted Amara, letting her slid back down on her own. He repeated the actions until she caught on, setting a slow rhythm. She caressed Seto’s chest and stomach as she moved, tracing the well defined muscles.

“Faster,” he groaned, stroking her thighs. Amara increased her pace but it wasn’t enough. Seto thrust up, pushing himself deeper into her heat.

Seto closed his eyes and moaned; it still wasn’t enough. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise the creamy flesh, slamming her down on his shaft. Amara felt herself losing the fight to keep up with Seto’s frantic pace, and was soon clinging to his arms, relinquishing control to her lover.

Seto wanted more...more heat...more wetness...more friction. He increased his upward thrusts, meeting Amara hard. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his, echoing throughput the room.

Seto arched his back, wanting his release, but fighting it at the same time. He was panting, and thrashing, and moaning, pushing himself yet holding back as well.

Amara watched Seto’s desperate actions. He was obviously struggling against something, but she had no idea what. She her her lip, hard in an attempt to regain some coherency.

“Don’t fight it, dragon,” she lightly stroked his arms. “Let go.”

That did it. Seto arched upward into Amara as far as he could, roaring as he released, sounding too much like the embodiment of Amara’s name for him.

Amara swayed, about to collapse as waves of pleasure washed over her. Seto brought his knees up, and pushed her back to lean against his thighs. Panting, she lay against him, feeling the sweat run down her body.

“Are you okay?” Seto quietly asked.

She brought his hand up, kissing the back of his fingers, “Yes.”

He eased her down beside him, laying her head on his chest. “You should get some rest. I wore you out.”

“Where do you get your stamina?”

“Training.”

She looked up at him, “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“No,” he kissed her temple, “It’s not what you think. I trained myself to deal with long hours and exertion with little physical effect as long as it’s not a continuous thing.”

“Oh, so making love can’t be a continuous thing for you?”

Seto didn’t miss the teasing tone in her voice, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll have to see how you stand up to the exertion.”

“Is that a challenge?” Amara grinned.

Seto led aed and kissed her sweetly, “I love you, dove.”

“I love you too, dragon.” Amara snuggled against his chest, “So what was that?”

It took Seto a few seconds for his tired mind to process the question as well as the reference behind it. “Magic.”

TBC

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

To Lady Elfskye: Wow, seems like forever since an update. I wanted to get my new song fic up. That sounds like a great story line, lots of action. Good luck.