Possession

First Things First: WOW. Soooooooo many reviews for chapter 1. Thank you very much. I am not a sex pervert, I swear, I which I knew where these lemon ideas come from, but oh well. Oh, and a lot of people were talking about that quote in chapter 1: “If your name was “work” I’d be doing you on my desk right now”. Alas, it’s my friend’s away message, I did not come up with that witty retort. This chapter’s longer than the last one, and plenty of drama happens. I hope you like it. Also, I’m making up stuff as far as Seth and Atemu’ s(Yami) past life is concerned, just because I want to create more drama. I know I’m evil The lemon is inspired by my fanart fetish. Oh, and as for the song, it fit so perfectly that I couldn’t resist. If anyone else has any other song suggestions I’m all ears. ^_^

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh or the song lyrics. Oh, and I warn you all now, this lemon is super smutty, so I don’t blame you for scrolling past it… hehehehehe…. And I dedicate the lemon to Dirty D…. who gets me going, even if she doesn’t mean to. Ha…


Chapter 2: That’s Why I Want To Fight


If I’m forced to make up with you
There’s nothing left to say
But my plan went cool
So that’s when you apologize too
Then ask baby is there something you can do
Then I’ll say yes, half undressed
Then I’m pretty sure you can
Handle the rest
So how do you like the new game I play
When I really want you

I just want to make up
Cause I want you so much
That’s why we have to stay
Getting into it, some days
Never ending it
So don’t get mad at me
Sometimes I get the strangest needs
That’s why I turn to you, so you can
Handle it, baby, you’re the man for it

We’ve gotta make up tonight
That’s why I wanna fight you
Break the rules
So we can get it right
And I’ll show you how I do
I wanna fuss and fight
Then make it up tonight

~That’s Why I Wanna Fight
Mya

Yami yawned as he woke up. Seto’s arms were still around him. He had to think about it for a moment. Why was he so sore? Then it occurred to him. His dragon had punished him last night. Yami smiled. Ummmm….how he loved when Seto did those things to him. The one thing he couldn’t claim was that Seto wasn’t an attee loe lover. Last night had been very nice indeed. Yami had even resisted the urge to hurt Seto in retaliation.

And Seto was still lying in bed with him, which was always a treat. He could lie next to Seto all day. He wondered idly if Seto hadk hek he had to do this lovely Saturday morning. Well, he was awake now, mine as well wake his dragon and start fighting with him. Better now than later. As long as he got fucked before he left for home he’d be satisfied.

Yami slipped out of Seto’s arms and looked at him. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. Innocent, sweet looking. Oh well.

“Wake up, fucker.” Yami poked him in the ribs.

Seto grumbled and rolled so that he was on his back. Yami straddled his hips. “Wake up, asshole.” Seto opened his eyes and frowned. Yami smiled. That frown was just for him. The silliest things thrilled him.

“What the hell, Yami…”

“Rise and shine, Dragon.”

“You’re alive I see. You passed out cold last night, I couldn’t get you to wake up.”

“That was quite the orgasm you gave me.” Seto smiled.

“I suppose.” Seto sat up a little and gave Yami a look. “What is it you want, Slut?”

“I woke up so I figured you should be awake too.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I was happy being asleep?”

“Of course it did, Dragon.” Seto made a face.

“There’s not a moment that goes by that you’re not antagonizing me, is there, you shitface?”

“Nope.”
don’don’t like you, Yami,” Seto decided, dumping the former pharaoh off his lap. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to curse at me?”

“Fuck, I don’t fucking know. Maybe you should fucking tell me the fuck again.” Yami slapped Seto on the arm. Seto slapped him back. “I’m going to take a shower.” Seto stood up and stretched. Yami admired the view of Seto’s ass. Seto turned around. “You wanna stop gawking long enough to join me, Slut?”

Yami smiled and allowed Seto to haul him to his feet. “Carry me.”

“Hells no.”

“I’ll let you take me in the shower.”

“I’m taking you in the shower regardless.”

“Oh no you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not.” Seto made another face. He was such a pushover. He grunted and tossed Yami over his shoulder. “Just for this, Yami, I’m going to go rough on you.”

“Just the way I like it, Bitch.” Seto laughed.

When both teens were clean and dressed for the day Seto opened his laptop. Seto had cleaned out a drawer for his lover so he could always have something to change into for the mornings after. “That’s more intriguing than me, Seto?” Yami asked, as he plopped next to his lover on the bed.

“I’m checking my email. It’s not more intriguing than you. My laptop doesn’t give me head.” Yami rolled his eyes. “Do you have to go home at some specific time?”

“No. Ryou and Yugi are watching the shop today. They find it thrilling to make out between customers. Tonight Yugi and Joey and I are supposed to go shopping at the mall.” Seto looked up.

“You’ll need some money then.” Seto reached over and grabbed his wallet. He pulled out three large bills and handed them to Yami. “This enough?” Yami made a face. “You need more than this?”
, it, it’s enough. Thank you, Dragon.” Yami folded the bills over and stuck them in his own wallet. Seto gave him money all the time. Almost like he were his boyfriend or something. Seto never understood why Yami made a big deal over it. Why shouldn’t he give his baby money?

“What are you buying? More leather pants?”

“You know I only sfor for pants when you’re there so you can see me in them.” Seto smiled.

“What are you doing for the rest of the day, Baby?” Yami shrugged. “Wanna spend the day together?” Whoa, where was that coming from?

“You feeling okay, Seto?” Yami asked, placing his hand on Seto’s forehead.

“Don’t start, Slut. I’m trying to be nice.” Yami frowned.

“Just a tip, when you’re trying to be nice, you shouldn’t call me a slut.”

“Haven’t I been nice to you? I got you that present from Tokyo,”

“You were only about an hour away. I didn’t need a present. And I’d say it was more a gift for you than me.”

“But it’s so pretty,” Seto teased as he picked up the gift in question.

“You got me a choker that say’s Seto’s dirty whore on it from an S & M shop.”

“Genuine Italian leather.”

“I’ll alert the media.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you too, Seto. I’m done with you.”

“You’ll never be done with me. You’ll always be my precious whore.”

“Not for long, Bitch. This is about to be over.”

“Good, I can finally get some work done without you distracting me. Do you know how annoying it is to have a slut hanging around you begging for sex all the time? It gets to be quite tiring.

“I despise you.”

“You say that every morning, Slut. And you keep coming back for more.” Yami shut the CEO’s laptop.

“Oops. My hand slipped.” Seto narrowed his eyes and dumped the computer on a nearby chair.

“You don’t want this, Yami.”

“Bring it.” Seto tackled his lover onto the bed and littered his faceh kih kisses. Yami moaned. “ummmmm….Dragon….”

“You sorry, Baby?”

“Never.” Yami moaned some more as Seto attacked his neck. “I love you, Dragon.”

“Do you, Cum Slut?” Yami slapped him across the face. “I swear to God, Yami…it’s like your punishments do nothing for you.” Seto pinned him firmly under his body. “Maybe you need to wear the cock ring today.”

Yami most certainly did not want to wear the cock ring today. “I’ll behave. I’m sorry, Bitch.” Seto sneered but let Yami up. “So you gonna spend the whole day with me, Dragon?”

“I don’t know why I should. I don’t like you.”

“You love me, Dragon.” Yami sat on Seto’s lap. “You love me so much.”

“Fuck you.” Yami slapped him again.

“Don’t do that again, or you’ll have more to worry about than a cock ring, Slut.”

“That a threat?” Seto pushed Yami off of him.

“It’s a promise, Whore.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Oh, that’s right, let me refer to you by your proper name, Cum Slut. What was I saying, oh yes, it’s a promise, Cum Slut.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, Baby.”

Yami went to slap Seto in the face a third time but Seto caught his hand. He pushed Yami back onto the covers and straddled his pelvic region. “Let me go.”

“I warned you about that, didn’t I?”

“What are you planning, Dragon?” Yami asked, his crimson eyes focusing into ocean blue.

“Don’t worry about it.” Seto leaned down and captured Yami’s lips. Yami arched his body up wanting more contact. “Stop acting up, Yami.”

“I’ll try.” Seto kissed him again. He worked his skilled tongue into Yami’s hot mouth. Yami wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck drawing him in closer. “Love you, Dragon.”

“Love you too, Baby.”

“What are we gonna do today?” Seto kissed Yami. “Besides sex.”

“What do you want to do, Slut?”

“We could go to Kaiba Land, Bitch.”

“It’s a Saturday. It’s gonna be crowded. Think of something else.”

“I want to go to Kaiba Land. Slut’s like Ferris wheels.” Seto chuckled. “Fine. You pick something.”

“We could go out on my yacht.” Yami shook his head no. “Why?”

“Boring.”

“Well, I’d say shopping for sex toys, but you’re already going shopping today.”

“You don’t need any more toys. You have too many. You have nine dildos for pete’s sake.”

“All the better to fuck you with, Pharaoh.” Yami rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You never told me what you were buying at the mall, Yami.”

“Joey and Aibou want to get outfits to wear for Duke’s annual Moonlight Madness BBQ in two weeks.”

“Why can’t you just wear one of the outfits you already have?”

“It’s the biggest party of the summer, Seto. Duke always gets it catered and there’s a DJ and everyone goes with a date. It’s a big deal. I told you about it when you got your invitation.”

“Was that during sex, because if it was I don’t remember.”

“No. It wasn’t during sex. W mor more than have sex.”

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m just being honest.” Seto sat up. “So you’re going to go buy yourself something to wear to a Moonlight Madness BBQ. How juvenile.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Dragon.”

“Good thing I offered it anyway.”

“Don’t knock it because you’re anti. Mokuba is going.”

“Good for him.”

“He RSVPed for you.”

“Well, I guess they’re going to have extra stuff then.” Seto got up and stretched again. “How is it that Mokuba is going? I thought you said everyone brings dates.”

“Mokuba has one.” Seto snickered. “What’s so funny?”

“The lunacy of these social events. What is the point?”

“They’re fun.”

“Whatever.”

“Forget it. Every time we talk about something like this you say the same thing. I keep forgetting your response comes from you not having any friends.”

Seto narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Yami who was sitting on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry, Yami, I find it more rewarding to work on my billion dollar empire then to go hang out at the video arcade with a pack of idiots.”

“What did I tell you about insulting my friends?” Yami stood up.

“Oh no. The pharaoh’s going to go off on me again.” Seto rolled his eyes.

“I am in no mood to do this with you now. But I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Let’s drop the subject.”

“Fine.” Yami sighed and stroked Seto’s chest. “I don’t like arguing like that, Dragon.”

“We argue all the time.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I meant a real argument.”

“Hum.” Seto and Yami’s arguing was usually limited to name calling and swear words, and neither of them took it seriously. It was only when the fight was about something serious that things got out of hand.

Yami leaned into the taller teen and hugged him. He placed his head onto his chest and sighed contently.

“Don’t think you can suck up to me and play your innocent act. It’s not going to work this time.” Yami frowned. “I’m not going to Duke’s party.”

“What the Hell are you talking about?” Yami moved away from him. “We said we were dropping it.”

“I’m not going as your date. So forget it.”

“Is that why you think I was hugging you?”

“You only hug me when you want something, Yami.” Yami’s eyebrow arched. “Don’t play dumb with me.”

“I never said anything about wanting you as a date, Seto!”

“But you were thinking it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? When the hell did you become a psychic hotline?”

“Don’t deny it.”

“You egotistical prick. I don’t spend my time being affectionate to you because I want something in return.”

“Yeah right.” Yami shook his head in disgust. “Every time one of the idiots have something going on, you attempt to drag me with you. And being stupid, I always say yes. I’m telling you this time that the answer is no. So you can save yourself the trouble of asking me.”

“Why would I want to take you, Seto? You don’t dance, you don’t socialize, you act like an uptight bastard every time we’re with my friends. I have no intentions of asking you for anything.” Yami brushed past him. “And I have no intentions of spending one more minute with you, let alone an entire day. You can go back to checking your email now.” Yami left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Mokuba caught Yami’s form as he stormed down the stairs.

“What did Seto do, Yami?” Mokuba asked, worried as he ran over to the tri-haired teen. As far as Mokuba was concerned Yami was Seto’s boyfriend. They didn’t need the title. “Yami?”

Yami turned to look at the youngest Kaiba. Thankful that their stepfather’s breeding hadn’t corrupted Mokuba like it had corrupted Seto. “It is nothing, Young One.”

“Seto can really be a jerk, I know that, but he does love you a lot Yami.”

“He has a rotten way of showing it.”

“Did he call you a name again?” Mokuba asked, concern in his voice. Mokuba was usually not around when Seto and Yami went at it, but the few times Mokuba had been around he had heard Seto say some very disturbing things to Yami. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it, Yami.”

“It’s fine. If your brother inquires about me tell him I have absolutely nothing to say to him.”

“Okay, Yami. You can take the limo home.”

“Thank you, Mokuba.” Yami followed Mokuba out of the main entrance hall.


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“Come in.” Mokuba looke fro from his videogame and paused it. “Yes, Seto?”

“Yami left?”

“He left two hours ago. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“I figured he was with you.”

“No. He left. He told me to tell you that he has absolutely nothing to say to you. He was furious this time, Seto. You really did it now.”

Seto scoffed. “He’s temperamental.”

“Like you’re not.” Mokuba rolled his eyes. “You’re pretty sometime-ish, Seto.”

“I’m what?”

“Sometime-ish.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Joey uses it.”

“I rest my case.”

“It means that you’re fickle. You’re loving and affectionate sometimes and the rest of the time you’re being an asshole. If I were Yami I would have dumped you a long time ago.”

“Yami can’t dump me because he’s not my boyfriend,” Seto countered.

“Well, what ever the two of you are calling yourselves this week.” Seto narrowed his eyes again. “The point is, that this arrangement the two of you have can easily end. You take his presence for granted. But one morning you’re going to wake up and he’s not going to be there. It’s been a year and you’re still in the same place. Don’t you think Yami will get tired of it after a while.”

“He understands how I feel.”

“Well, the same can’t be said about you. Since he left again.” Seto sighed and left the room.

Yami was really getting on his nerves. And he wasn’t “sometime-ish”. No more so than Yami was anyway. Yami was often the aggressor. How many times did he tell that guy he loved him only to be laughed at or slapped? Yami hit him, Yami yelled at him, Yami hung up on him. Not that he treated Yami wonderfully, but he tried.

He had offered to spend the day with him, and what had Yami done, he had picked a fight. This was not his fault. And he wasn’t apologizing.


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Yami was obviously fuming when he got home. He was still upset when the time came for Joey, Yugi and him to go to the mall. He hated Seto. Really hated him. And he was still very upset. How dare that jackass.

The truth was, he wasn’t upset because Seto had accused him of hugging up so he could get him to come with him to Duke’s party. What pissed him off was that it was true. Not that every time Yami hugged his dragon he was plotting something. That was absurd. But Seto knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. Seto’s accusations hadn’t been far off. He did want his dragon to come with him.

Why wouldn’t he?

Why did he have to be a jerk? Why couldn’t he be a normal boyfriend? Of course that was part of the point. Seto wasn’t his boyfriend. He was a fuck buddy that he had fallen in love with. No, that wasn’t true either. He was a rival who he fucked and was in love with. They were both screwed up. What the hell was he holding on to? Maybe it was about time he let this go. So what if the sex was good. Was it worth all this heartache?

“We do more than have sex.”

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m just being honest.”

What else did they have besides really good sex? Well, the sex was really spectacular. But once you got past that there was nothing but fighting and bullshit. Didn’t he want more out a relationship? Why was he still sleeping with Seto? But how could you end something when the sex was so good. And especially since Yami and Seto had tried to end this crap a year ago and it hadn’t worked. He was tied to the contemptible asshole. And hell if he didn’t love him.

“Yami, you haven’t said anything since we came into this store. Don’t you want to buy a pair of leather pants?” Joey asked, softly. Yami looked at the blond and back at his little one.

“No. I’m fine.”

“Yami only buys leather pants with Seto. He tries them on in the dressing rooms and Seto tells him if he likes them or not,” Yugi explained. He left out the part where Seto usually took Yami in the dressing room. “Did he call you, Yami?”

“No.”

“Is he going to my boyfriend’s party?” Joey asked.

“No.”

“Then who’s going to be your date, Yami?” won wondered. Yugi shot him a look. “Not that you need one.” Yami looked up into amber eyes. “I’d be really cool if you went alone.” Yami sighed. Joey tried, he just wasn’t any good at this. “He’ll probably change his mind. He always does.”

“He told me not to bother asking him because the answer was already no.”

“We’ll find you a date then, Yami. Anyone who’s anyone is invited. We’ll get you a really hot date and make him jealous,” Joey suggested.

“How can he be jealous if he won’t be there to see me?” Joey and Yugi exchanged a look.

“Mokuba will tell him. And we’ll take pictures. Pictures speak a thousand words, Yami,” Yugi offered. Yami sighed again. Yugi knew from experience that his yami wasn’t going to be happy until he made up with Seto. Damn them both for being so stubborn. Seto hadn’t spoken to him since Yami left his house this morning. It was already after seven.

“Hey, Yugi, these are cute, you like them?” Joey asked, lifting up a pair of jeans.

“Yeah. Try them on, Joey,” Yugi said with a smile. He looked at Yami who stared off into space, his expression angry and contemplative. Why couldn’t he just call Seto? Why did everything have to be dramatic? It didn’t matter who’s fault the fight was. As long as it was over.

Yami jumped as he felt his ass vibrate. The only person who called him on his cell phone was Seto. Yugi just called to him mentally, and the rest of his friends rarely found a need to call him, if anything they called Yugi and Yugi passed the message along. Actually, Seto paid Yami’s cell phone bill, so what did that say.

Yami flipped the phone open. He swallowed before he spoke. As much as he hated to admit it. He really missed his dragon. “Dragon.”

“Baby.”

Yami sighed, euphoria threatening to wash over him at the sound of Seto’s voice. “Something you wanted, Dragon?” Yami asked, trying not to give anything away. He kept his voice even.

“Where are you, Baby?” Seto asked, softly.

“Out with Yugi and Joey at the mall.”

“That would explain why you’re not at home.”

“You called?”

“I’m outside of the house.” Yami’s heart fluttered. “I missed you all day, Baby.” Damn it. Why did Seto always do this to him? This was one big never-ending circle of bullshit with the two of them. They’d be arguing again in an hour. “You there, Baby?”

“Yes. I’m here.”

“I said I missed you.”

“I heard you the first time, Seto.”

“You didn’t respond.”

“How would you like me to respond? You don’t pick up the phone to apologize until now? It’s like 15 hours later, Seto.”

“Who said anything about calling to apologize.”

Yami hung up the phone.

“Was that Seto?” Yugi asked.

“Yes,” Yami answered bitterly. He was sick of this. This needed to end. His life would be so much better without that CEO. Yami waited for his phone to vibrate again. It didn’t.

Fuck you too, Seto…fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! He returned his phoo hio his pocket.

“Yami, do you want to go to the food court to get some dinner?” Joey asked, quietly.

“I’ll come, but I’m not hungry.”

Yami followed behind Yugi and Joey swinging his bags back and forth. At least the bastard could have called him back. He supposed Seto was upset. He took it personally when Yami hung up on him, or walked away from an argument. Seto often said he’d rather Yami take out his anger and strike him then to walk away. It was disrespectful. They probably wouldn’t make up until Monday now. He hated feeling like this. He wondered if this was the person he had always been, or if this was the person he was because of Seto.

“I think I want pork,” Joey thought. “If you get the chicken, we can share.”

“Okay, Joey.” Yugi turned to Yami. “You sure you’re not hungry?”

“I’m fine, Little…” Yami felt his phone. Ten minutes later. This fucker had some nerve. Yami pulled his phone out and flipped it open. “Yes, Dragon,” Yami asked, angry.

“Yami…”

“Didn’t I tell you I was with my friends?”

“I’m outside the mall, Yami.” Yami quirked an eyebrow. “I want to take you to dinner.”

“Why?” Yami asked, resentfully.

“Because I love you, that’s why.”

“I’m sick of this back and forth, Seto…I’m sick of the fighting, of the crap. I don’t want to keep going back to this pseudo relationship, only to get hurt again.”

“I hurt you?” Seto wondered.

“Maybe this should be over.” Yami stopped breathing. What would Seto say? Would he agree? Was Yami provoking another one of their arguments? There was a pause. Seto was obviously choosing his words very carefully. Yami paced back and forth.

“Maybe you’re right, Yami. How many different ways can you say “fuck you” after all. This banter between us is nothing more than a bad cliché at this point.” Yami felt his heart collapse.

“Do you believe that, Seto?”

“You just told me you wanted it to be over, what I think is irrelevant.”

“I’m tired of this. I t wat want it to be over. I just want to be in a normal relationship. Not this I love you I hate you drama we’ve gone through for a year.”

“You’re not looking at this correctly. This isn’t a relationship. At the very least you have to admit that “relationship” has a lot of different meanings. I have a “relationship” with my investors.”

“Do your investors suck your dick, Seto?” Joey augi ugi looked at Yami and blushed.

“Just meet me outside. If you’re planning on breaking up with me, you can at least do it to my face.”

Yami’s heart jumped. “You just said we weren’t in a relationship.”

“Just come outside. Please.” Yami sighed. “I’m at the main entrance.” Yami hung up the phone.

Five minutes later Yami was at Seto’s Navigator. He put his bags in the back seat and climbed into the front. Seto wasted no time as his lips met Yami’s in a heated kiss. All of Yami’s reservations were melting away. He was glad his on hon had come for him.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Me too, Dragon.”

“I don’t want us to be over, Yami.”

“Me either, Seto.”

“No more fighting tonight. Okay?”

“How long can that possibly last?”

“Not long if you start with me like this.”

“I’m not starting with you!”

“Don’t raise your fucking voice.”

“Don’t swear at me.”

“You started this, Slut…”

“I did not, you prick, I didn’t start anything!”

“Yami.” Seto looked at him. “We’re doing it again. Yami nodded. They needed a marriage counselor. “Let’s try again, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Those the pants you got last week?”

“Yeah.”

“They look nice, Baby.”

“Thank you.”

“Here, Yami.” Seto opened the glove compartment and pulled out an envelope. “It was Mokuba’s idea.” Yami opened it. It was a card with a donkey on the front. Inside the card said, “There I go, being a jackass again”.

“This is supposed to make everything okay again?” Seto narrowed his eyes. “Easy, Dragon, I was only teasing you.” Yami kissed him softly. “Thank you, Dragon.”

“Yeah, well, I have to do right by my slut’s some of the time.” Yami smirked. “What did you buy tonight, you have pretty big bags back there.”

“I’ll model the stuff for you when we get back to your house tonight.” Seto smiled.

“We’re okay again, then?”

“As long as you don’t say or so anything really stupid at dinner.”

“As long as you don’t provoke me.”


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“Is that it, Yami?” Yami shook his head no. “How many more outfits, Baby?

“One.” As promised Yami was showing Seto what he had brought from the mall. He had been trying on clothes for his dragon for a good half hour. Dinner had gone well. There had been a moment where they got into a little disagreement, but no name calling or cursing occurred. Yami went back into Seto’s walk in closet where he had been changing in and out of clothes.

“I don’t know what you’ll think of the last outfit, Dragon. I got it with you in mind.” Yami poked his head out of the closet.

“Did you, Baby?” Yami nodded. “Let me see it then.”

Yami picked up the outfit in question and started to put it on. “I’ll put it on, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“I’ve never worn anything like this before.” Seto smiled. He was excited now. “I got it for our anniversary. But I don’t want to wait until then to wear it.”

“Just try it on. I want to see.”

“You won’t laugh right?”

“No, Baby. I won’t laugh. I promise.” Seto sat back on the bed. “I’m good at hiding my emotions, remember?”

“Yeah. Okay. Here I come. Wait, close your eyes. No peeking.”

“They’re closed, Baby.” Yami took a deep breath and came out of the closet. He smoothed the fabric down and did a quick check in the mirror. He looked silly in this, but he couldn’t help it, it was something he had been intrigued by.

“Keep your eyes closed until I’m standing directly in front of you, Seto.”

“Come on, hurry the fuck up already.”

“Stop cursing at me.”

“Can I open my eyes now?” Yami took another deep breath. It was now or never.

“Yes, open your eyes Dragon.” Seto moved his hands and opened his eyes. He was usually good at hiding his emotions, but in this case the shock was too much for him. His eyes bulged out to comic proportions.

Yami turned as red as his eyes.

“Holy shit, Baby.”

“I knew you’d laugh.” Yami took off for the closet. Seto had to process what had happened for a second before he stood up and took off after his lover. Yami slammed the closet door closed.

“Baby, I’m not laughing. I’m just really surprised. I’d never think you’d wear something like this. That’s all. You’re so dominating. You call me your bitch, this just seems out of character for you.”

“I’m taking it off and going home, Seto,” Yami decided from the other side of the door.

“Baby, please don’t. You never told me you had a fantasy about this kind of thing.”

“It’s silly. How can I ever come off as dominant again with this thing on?”

“We all have fantasies, Baby. And I have to say, you look hot as fuck in that.” Yami didn’t respond. “I mean it, come out.”

Yami opened the closet door and looked up into his lover’s eyes. Seto smiled warmly, but there was definite scolding hot lust in his eyes. “I didn’t even get a chance to look at it before you took off for the closet. This looks pretty authentic, Baby.”

“I never thought I’d find this in the mall, but there it was.”

Yami took a careful step forward so Seto could get a closer look. The CEO was impressed, and very aroused. Yami did a twirl and Seto’s smile grew. It was perfect. “Is that a feather duster in the bag, Bab Yam Yami nodded.

“I figured if I was going to be in a French maid outfit I should probably get myself a prop.”

“Did it come with anything else?”

“Well. I got these to go with it, Dragon.” Yami lifted the black dress with white apron and showed Seto the frilly underwear he had gotten.

“White, lace panties?”

“They don’t give me much support.”

“I can imagine they don’t.”

“I don’t understand it myself, Seto. I was a great and powerful ruler, I’m strong and masculine, and completely in control. And here I am wearing a dress.”

“It’s thrilling to role play. Be something we’re not. Like when we play John and prostitute.”

“At least when I pretend to be a prostitute I’m still dressed like a guy. All your fantasies involve masculine things, like handcuffs and riding crops.”

“That gets old sometimes, Yami. Why does it matter? It’s just the two of us. It’s not likm gom going to sell pictures of you in this getup on the Internet. No one but me will ever know about this, Baby.” Yami smiled, feeling a little better. “It’ll be between you and me, Cum Slut.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not a cum slut tonight. I’m a maid, interested in being hired at your manor.”

“I can play myself then?”

“Yes.” Yami bent dowd red retrieved the feather duster. “You get comfortable somewhere and I’ll come for an interview.”

“Fine. Whatever you want.”

“There is one catch though. I want this fantasy to last as long as possible. So the first one to go out of character has to bottom tonight.”

“I’m not being fucked by someone in a maid outfit, Yami. You’re a dirty little Frencid wid who needs to get it up the ass. There’s no way I’m letting you take me.”

“Those are the terms. If you don’t agree than I’ll just change out of this costume and we’ll do something else.” Seto sighed. He was really into this dirty French maid thing. He already had a few ideas ofre tre this interview could go. “We have a deal?”

“Fine.” Seto started out of the closet again.

“Oh, and one more thing, Dragon.” Seto turned back around. Yami’s eyes narrowed sharply. “If you ever think of mentioning this to anyone else I’ll cut off your dick and shove it down your throat.”

Seto almost got chills when he heard Yami’s voice that low and threatening. And given Yami and his violent history, there was every reason to believe his lover would do that too.

“Tell me when you’re settled, Dragon.”

“Fine.” Seto wasn’t sure where he wanted to conduct this interview. He wanted this to be as realistic as possible and decided to sit at his desk. “You can come out now, Baby.”

Yami reappeared and smiled. He walked over to Seto, his hips swinging seductively. He was practically begging to be fucked. Seto shifted, he was really hard already. “You must be Mr. Kaiba. I’m here about the maid position. We talked on the phone.”

Seto nodded. “Yes, we did. Welcome. It’s nice to meet you.” Seto and Yami shook hands. “Do you have any references?”

“No, actually. I just moved to Japan.”

“From where? France?” Yami made a face. Seto would be damned if he was playing uke to a cross-dresser. He was going to trip Yami up if it was the last thing he did.

“I’m from Egypt originally. I moved here in search of a better life.”

“Oh, I see. Well, without references, how will I be sure that you’re the right man for the job?”

“I’m a hard worker by nature, and I have experience cleaning up after my eight older brothers.”

“Well, it’s a pretty big, job. I’m worried you might not be able to handle something so big.” Seto had to keep himself from smirking. This was playing out like a bad porno movie.

“I’ve never backed away from a challenge, Mr. Kaiba. I may appear small. But I’m used to handling really job jobs.” Yami and Seto locked eyes.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I find it thrilling to go somewhere and have something really big thrown in my face.” Seto had to resist the urge to lick his lips. “It might be overwhelming at first, but I always come away leaving my master’s satisfied. I aim to please.”

“Well, since you have no references I guess I’d have to actually see you in action to determine whether or not you’re capable of handling yourself.”

“Is there something you want me to polish for you, Sir?” Yami asked, his voice now husky.

“Actually, I do have a surface that needs a good washing.” Seto stood up then and came from around the desk. “You wouldn’t mind submitting to a test of your skills, would you?”

“Of course not, Mr. Kaiba.” Yami smiled and then allowed his hands to find the buttons on Seto’s pants. Seto bit his lip as Yami slid the fabric past Seto’s hips. He was enjoying this torture. He wanted Seto to slip up more than anything in the world.

Yami moved Seto’s boxer briefs and Seto’s erection sprung free. “This is quite a big surface, Sir,” Yami mused as he dropped to his knees.

“Too much for you to work with?”

“Oh no, Sir. I’m sure I can clean this with no trouble at all.” Yami smirked before he moved Seto’s penis out of the way and started running his tongue on his balls. Seto nearly fell back at the sensation, not really prepared for such treatment, as Yami allowed his tongue to molest his lover’s package. His tongue did a fine dance as it flickered over the sweaty sack.

Seto growled low in his throat, hoping he could keep himself contained until Yami was done. He wasn’t bottoming, that was for sure. Yami’s tongue skipped up and down until Yami decided it was time to try something else. Without warning he reached further in between Seto’s legs and took one side of Seto’s testicles into his mouth. Seto nearly fell over.

Yami sucked and nipped at the skinndinnding microcosmic feelings up and down his dragon’s nervous system. When he was satisfied he had given Seto’s left side a good shower he moved onto the right, devoting equal attention to that side of Seto’s conjoined twins. The brunet CEO was helpless, Yami’s moist warm, oral cavern had him trapped. Yami gave the right side a good soaking as he continued to clean Seto up.

Seto was biting so hard into his lip he could taste the blood, but he was afraid if he opened his mouth to speak he’d lose. He had gotten Yami to do this to him before, and maybe it was the dress and feather duster that had gotten him this worked up, but he was nearly ready to die at this feeling of immeasurable pleasure. Yami made the sluttiest noises he had ever heard as he rolled the right side around in his mouth.

Not only did he sound like he was enjoying himself, moaning and panting as he worked, but he was kneeling in a perverted position, his hands gripping Setohighhighs and holding him as if his life depended on it. Seto’s eyes rolled back as Yami took his mouth away only to add his tongue again, easily letting the slick muscle slip up and down the whole area in an abstract design. The look in Yami’s eyes as he looked up and Seto looked down was quite clear: I’m so naughty, Seto…maybe you should punish me again. Yami might have only been sleeping with Seto, but hell if he didn’t act like a slut.

Yami finally finished his test and removed his mouth, a ttraitrail of saliva still connecting him to Seto as he pulled back. Seto saw that nearly invisible strand of spit and came unassisted right then. Yami slid out of the way as Seto erupted onto the floor with a wall-rattling cry, his body falling back as he sat onto his desk.

Yami looked up at Seto with sheer amusement. He had to give him credit for not falling out of character, but Seto didn’t look so well put together at the moment. His shirt was sticking to his chest, damp with sweat, his knees were shaking, his knuckles were white. He had him just where he wanted him. Yami stood up, fixing his dress and walked over to the teen businessman.

He moved so that one of his legs was in between his dragon’s and leaned over, teasing Seto’s earlobe with his hot breath. “Mr. Kaiba,” Yami began low, his voice still husky and riddled with desire. “Mr. Kaiba, do I get the job now? Did I satisfy you, Mr. Kaiba?”

Yami’s words sent Seto’s penis back up for a salute. Fuck, he looked so hot, and slutty, and Hell, at the moment he didn’t care about their arrangement, he was tempted to throw Yami down on the bed and fuck him like he meant it.

The fact that this little game was all for him, that Yami had dressed this way for him, made him want to loose it all over again. He had always gotten aroused by the idea of Yami belonging to him, but right now the feeling was making him high. Mine, he’s all mine…I can do anything I want to him…and he’ll want it…he’ll take it…he’d moan my name as I did it… His thoughts of ownership were making his pre-cum start to ooze out of his dick all over again.

“There a problem, Mr. Kaiba?” Yami asked, softly, still whispering directly into his dragon’s ear. Seto was so worked up right now, he was surprised he hadn’t given up on their agreement and thrown him onto the floo a m a move of unadulterated animal instinct. The thought of Seto being this out of control around him was really getting to him. Yami was tempted to cut this short and just let Seto take him. As much as he wanted to dominate, if only to reclaim his status as a man, he kind of liked the idea of Seto forcing himself into him and ravaging him until he was unable to move, let alone walk.

“I’m afraid there’s just one more thing I need to check before I hire you.” Yami almost jumped at the sound of Seto’s deep, masculine voice. Ra, did he want to be fucked. He knew if he submitted to this Seto would put out the fire that was now raging in his groin. But Seto needed to earn that right.

“What else do you need to check, Sir?” Yami asked, after making sure his voice didn’t come out in some kind of wanton mess of emotions.

“Being a maid means more than keeping the house clean. It also means keeping yourself clean as well. I’m very particular about my servants maintaining a neat and clean lifestyle. I don’t have use for people who are dirty.”

Yami’s cock jumped right out of the frilly panties he was wearing. Ra did he feel dirty, he felt sweaty, and slutty, and naughty, and he loved this feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Are you dirty?” Seto asked, simply.

“Why, no, Sir. I’m not.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I conducted a little inspection, would you?” Yami swallowed hard. “I just need to make sure you’re not.”

“Go right ahead, Mr. Kaiba.”

“Good.” Seto wasted no time lifting up the dress, easily spotting the sweat that was running down Yami’s abdomen. How had he managed to purchase this outfit without the mutt or Yugi noticing? He smirked as he noticed Yami bulging out of the lacy, white panties he was wearing. He would have jokes for weeks about these. It was one thing to buy the French maid outfit, but the panties were a little over the top. They would serve his purposes though. “Can you hold your dress up, while I conduct my inspection, please?”

Yami was trembling as he took the silky fabric and gripped it in his fingertips.

“Pristine, white panties. You’re obviously a very good boy. Aren’t you?” Yami nodded, sweat from his brow dripping down into his eyes. “Let’s look inside and make sure everything is in order.” Seto slipped the panties down a little. “Open your legs for me, please.” Yami spread his legs apart as far as the underwear would allow. Seto smirked. He ran his finger inside of them.

Yami moaned.

Seto lifted his finger up and rubbed it with his thumb. “These are wet.” Yami gripped Seto’s shoulder for support, Seto was still sitting on his desk. “Why are these wet?”

“I, I don’t know…Sir…” Yami was falling apart. And they both knew that Yami could never hold out very long, especially if Seto said the right things to him.

“What did I tell you before? I told you I had no use for people who were dirty, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been a naughty, boy, haven’t you? Is that why your panties are wet?”

“No…I…they were…”

Seto was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You don’t sound to good, are you alright?”

“I was nervous about the….the interview…that’s why…it’s only sweat…” Yami’s voice was faltering, he was trembling even harder, he could barely stand he was so turned on.

“Are you lying to me?” Seto asked as he touched more of the dampness inside the underwear. “Should I test it and see if it’eat?eat?” Yami’s eyes widened as he watched Seto bring his index finger to his mouth. He sucked on the digit, a smug look still on his face. “This isn’t sweat”

“Oh, Ra…”

“You’ve been up to no good. You were obviously thinking dirty thoughts.”

“Mr. Kaiba…”

“You’ve been bad. I can tell by the look in your eyes. Your lacy little panties are soaked in your anticipation. Aren’t they?”

“FUCK YES.”

“Why you’re nothing more than a dirty, slutty, boy, aren’t you?” Yami’s eyes were closed, he was about to come without Seto laying a finger on his penis. “I bet you’re wet everywhere.” Seto moved his hand around Yami’s backside, by now Yami had dropped the dress from his hands. Which made Seto touching him underneath the material that much more erotic.

The CEO slipped a finger between Yami’s legs, and slid it inside of him. “Even your entrance is saturated. So, so dirty. Such a dirty, slut.” Yami moaned loudly, his body acting on it’s own accord as he wiggled himself further down onto Seto’s finger. He was aching now. He couldn’t remember the last time Seto got him this hot.

Seto lifted the feather duster up and taped Yami on the shoulder with the handle. Yami opened his eyes, and looked at the prop. “I wonder what a bad boy like you does with such a thing. I bet you use this to pleasure yourself.” Yami groaned his whole body heaving violently. “I bet you put it in your mouth and suck on it, and then stick it up inside of you.”

That did it, Yami was done.

“Game over, fuck me right now.”

“I wasn’t finished yet, Yami. I was going to lube this baby up and take you with it.”

“NO. Fuck me with your cock. I need something big inside of me.”

“As you wish. Get on the bed.” That was easier said than done. Yami could barely walk. Seto undressed himself first and then pulled Yami’s panties back up and picked the smaller teen up and lovingly carried him to the bed.

“I can’t get this dress off,” Yami complained, struggling with the garment.

“There’s a sentence I’m not used to hearing.”

“OH fuck you, Seto.”

“Uh uh, you forfeit, remember? I’m taking you.”

“Damn it, help me get this thing off.”

“Leave it on. It makes it kinkier.”

“Such a pervert, you bitch.”

“You have some nerve calling me a bitch, when you look like a demented drag queen in that thing.” Seto slapped some lube onto himself. “Ready to get nasty?”

“No. The panties are in the way.” Seto tore the panties off violently. “Horny much?”

“Very.” And then before Yami could make another comment Seto plowed into him. Yami screamed as Seto pushed all of himself into him in one long movement.

“WARN SOMEONE BEFORE YOU DO THAT!”

“You like it when I force myself into you, turns your slutty ass, on.”

“Fuck you, Jackass. I hate you.”

“I’m madly in love with you, Baby.”

“Go jump in front of a train, Bitch.” Seto adjusted himself inside of him, the discomfort was fading, he was too hot and bothered to really feel much more than a lot of bulk and pressure. It felt good. “Ummmm….Dragon…you’re so thick…”

“Just for you, Baby…” Seto moved, slowly at first, to make sure he didn’t hurt his baby. He knew Yami liked it rough, but he didn’t want to do anything to cause any real pain or damage. “Yami…you get tighter every time, I swear to god.”

“Just for you, Dragon. Now fuck me like you own me.” That got Seto going. His thoughts earlier about Yami being his were coming back. Yami knew just what did it for him. His pace inced aed as he started hitting his target over and over again. He wasn’t going to last long, but neither was Yami. He knew what they both needed at the moment, and Seto had all intons ons of giving it to them.

“Ummmmmmmmm…..gods, Dragon….so good….dominate me…claim me…”

“Yami…shit…” Seto’s pace steadied, although he was still thrusting in and out of Yami’s restrictive orifice at an unimaginable speed. His body was on autopilot as he jabbed Yami’s prostate with each mind-numbing push. The headboard knocked into the wall behind it over and over, keeping a beat as Yami’s screams serenaded the room.

“Mine, Yami…mine, mine, mine…”

“I’m all yours, Dragon…I’m your naughty cum slut…” Seto shifted his body some, and Yami pushed back, meeting him there as Seto’s strokes kept Yami’s entrance spread open. Seto still had the panties in a death grip as he continued, and the sight of them in his dragon’s hand brought Yami closer to the edge.

“You’re so dirty, Slut…” Seto leaned further down, capturing Yami’s lips for a sloppy kiss. Their tongues were everywhere, darting in and out of each other’s scorching mouths.

Yami finally moved away to whisper, “Sure you want to kiss me, Dragon? Do you have any idea where my mouth has been?” Seto growled in response.

He grabbed Yami’s erection and started jerking the tender flesh hard. “You’re never walking straighain…ain…”

“You’re the only one that will ever be inside of me…the only one that can punish me…the thought makes me wet, Dragon…it makes me want to come…”

“COME…right now!”

“Seto…so close..”

“Come you, Slut…show me you love me…”

Yami went over the edge, he was so worked up even if Seto hadn’t of grabbed his erection he would have climaxed. Seto felt Yami’s tightness tighten even further and he released, his cry a near roar. White hit everything, some even flew and hit Seto’s nose. Seto was so exhausted he collapsed on top of his lover, goingonsconscious instantly.

It was only later when he woke up that he pulled out of Yami and undressed the still sleeping teen. Yami was sweating profusely, but was obviously in too deep a sleep to do anything about it. He tried to work gently but woke up his slumbering lover anyway. Yami blinked a few times and then remembered what had happened.

“Why don’t we use costumes more often?” he asked, pulling his dragon back on top of him with a grin.

“I’d say this has been a perfect evening, don’t you, Baby?”

“Yes. Hardly any bickering, fantastic sex, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you loved me, Dragon.”

“Yeah. But you know better than that.” Yami smirked and nuzzled into Seto’s neck. “Not too hot, Baby
“N
“No. Feels good.”

“I’m going to be busy tomorrow, Baby. Doing work. And I think Monday is going to be pretty hectic. But I’ll call you when I get the chance, okay?”

“Sure…sleep now…” Yami took in Seto’s scent and drifted back off to dream land.


-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-


”Seth, Seth please…finish me off. please…”

“Yes, Pharaoh, yes…do it…”

“Seeeeeeeeth….”

“Release for me, Pharaoh….release for your high priest….”


Yami jumped and landed on the floor with a thud. He rubbed his head and groaned. This wasn’t the first time he had relived his past life in dreams. But it as the first time he had been having sex in these flashbacks.

And he certainly hadn’t expected to be having sex with Seth.

From what he did remember of Seth, his high priest didn’t like him very much. In fact, he despised him. And even if Seth and him were lovers thousands of years ago…as far as he knew, things between them got very bad towards the end. Was this really a memory, or was ome ome weird wet dream?

And if it was really a memory why was he remembering this now? Had Seto triggered this? Come to think of it, over the last year Yami had had more flashback dreams than ever before. Seto had a connection to his ent ent past, of course, even if he denied it. He was Seth’s reincarnation after all. So maybe Seto did have something to do with this.

He supposed that was the only logical explanation. Maybe he’d take a trip to the museum today, being around some of the “artifacts” might jog his memories, and maybe he could figure out what was going on. The dream had been vivid. Yami had always figured he was drawn to Seto because of his relation to Seth, if only because hked ked to be annoyed and angered. He did have that pesky masochism streak.

“YAMI. Come here, QUICK!!!!!” Yami sighed. Now what did Ryou want? He got off the floor and headed down the stairs. He wasn’t running, that would be undignified. “Yami, did Seto tell you about this?”

“Tell me about…” Yami’s eyes focused on the television screen.

“In a prepared statement, Seto Kaiba, the CEO and namesake of the international company, Kaiba Corp, has said, quote, “I’ve decided that it is time that I am honest with myself and the public. I have lived my life under a microscope and am used to the scrutiny of the public eye, and have reasoned that it is in my best interest if I come out about my sexuality, instead of ing ing for it to make the front page of a tabloid.” End quote. As to be expected the business world is stunned.”

“Sweet Anubis, what did he do?”

“There was a press conference. His publicist announced that Seto’s gay,” Yugiwerewered. Yami narrowed his eyes and slumped onto the couch.

“Why would he do that?” Yami wondered.

“Didn’t he tell you he was planning this?” Ryou inquired. The look of pure shock on Yami’s face answered his question.

There was now a male reporter speaking. “It’s hard to tell the impact of such a move. Mr. Kaiba has one of the most recognized names in the country and even those who don’t like gays would find it difficult, if not impossible to boycott his products. The KC logo is on everything. Parents would be hard pressed to tell their children that they can’t go to Kaiba Land because they don’t like what Seto Kaiba does in the bedroom.”

The lady who was speaking before was back on, a picture of the Kaiba Corp building was now on the screen as the woman did a voice over.

“Market analysts predict Kaiba Corp stock will be effected by this announcement, however, analysts have mixed views on just how the stock prices will rise or fall. Mr. Kaiba’s announcement comes weeks after he donated another five million dollars to the Domino City orphanage, where he spent part of his childhood with his younger brother.”

“I don’t believe he did this…” Yami muttered to himself, his eyes glued to the television.

“Many wonder how the public will react to this. An online polnducnducted by this station revealed thaventventy percent of those polled said it would not change their opinion of the businessman.”

The camera was now on some man. “I don’t care what he does in his private life. Why should I, it’s his own business.”

The camera image changed to a woman. “I didn’t like him before. This won’t change anything. I think it’s a power move, he’s doing this for the publicity. In any case, my kids love Duel Monsters and they can’t live without their duel disks, I can’t see me telling them to stop using them because I don’t agree with that lifestyle.”

“The question on everyone’s mind now is why?”

The first male reporter was back on again. “What we have to remember about Mr. Kaiba is that he is a genius. He’s not even old enough to vote yet and here he is successfully running a major corporation. Anything he does is a calculated move. Like in chess, you have to be thinking four or five moves ahead if you want to beat your opponent. Part of this move might be political, perhaps he’s trying to pander to a liberal sensitivity that may have viewed him as a rich, uncarbusibusinessman. Another part of it could be a business move, he has Kaiba Lands opening all over the world, and he wants to create publicity for himself. Or his reasons could be very personal. There could be someone he is dating, and perhaps this is the first step in his plan to announce to the public that he has a significant other. Perhaps he has a boyfriend.”

Yami was ready to vomit.

“The rumor that Seto Kaiba is seeing someone has become a very popular theory, although at the moment the rumor is unfounded. Mr. Kaiba has denbeinbeing in a relationship, but an interview with his brother Mokuba weeks ago, paints a different picture.”

The camera was now on Mokuba who was standing in front of the orphanage. “We often forget that your brother and you spent time in this place. That must be the reason why he donates. You guys must have had a challenging experience here,” the reporter asked.

“In some ways. When we were here we only had each other to rely on. The staff didn’t seem to notice or care about us, and we didn’t have any other friends. It was very lonely for the both of us. I know it upset Seto a lot.”

“Certainly your brother has close relations nos now?”

“He’s very busy with the company. But he does try. He’s gotten closer to a few of my friends, and he has fosomesomeone he can relate to.”

“Who is this special someone?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like that really, it’s just that they, well…Seto, doesn’t really tell me all the details of his private life. It’s not my place to speak about his onalonal affairs.”

“Turn it off,” Yami demanded, standing up, suddenly.

“Yami?” Yugi asked, over his bowl of cereal.

“Turn. It. Off.” Ryou complied.

“Yami?” Yugi asked, confused. Yami gave Yugi a look and Yugi shrunk back in his seat. He hated when Yami got like this.

“I’m going to the museum. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I would have thought you’d be happy about this.”

“Happy? I’m supposed to be happy? I’m anything but happy.” Yami stormed out of the room.


Author’s Endnotes: HAHAHA….I don’t believe I called Seto’s balls “conjoined twins”. I had a little too much fun writing that scene. As for this chapter, what an up and down mess. Sorry it was so long, but that lemon took up so much room. Took me forever to get it the way I wanted it. Anyway, I know that was a rotten cliffie. But you got smut, so I’d say we’re even. Hope you liked this, things get a bit more complicated when Yami starts remembering more and Seto deals with the repercussions of his announcement. Here’s a little taste of what’s next:

“I don’t understand it, if he’s denying that yo his his boyfriend why would he come out in the first place, Yami?” Tristan asked, obviously confused.

“He’s NOT my boyfriend,” Yami hissed, obviously tired of the entire discussion.

“Don’t you want him to be your boyfriend, Yami? All you’re lacking is the title,” Joey asked, not understanding why Yami was getting so defensive. “Maybe he’s planning on asking you out, did you think of that?”

Yami didn’t respond.

“Maybe we should change the subject,” Yugi decided, before Yami did something crazy like call on the powers of the shadow realm or something.

“So wait, if you don’t want to be with Kaiba, who are you talking to my party?” Duke asked. Yugi sighed. He loved his friends, but boy were they thick sometimes.