Stars

Hello all, welcome to chapter two. As usual more humor than smut or good plot.



First off, I would like to say thanks to all who read this story and my other one.



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Enjoy.

-II-



Stars: 02



Morning progressed, but the sky was still overcast with puffy gray clouds that obscured all but a few slivers of sun and gathered threateningly above the rooftops of various buildings.



Seto sighed, leaned back into the passenger seat of his car, leaving the door open to any cold damp breeze which passed by, and rummaged through his jacket pocket. Today was not one of his best days; the first mistake had been to forgo his coffee with his usual breakfast, a decision which did nothing to help his throbbing sinuses, but did everything to exacerbate his crankiness. The second mistake had been taking shortcuts. In a zealous hurry to get to the office, he had opted to take local roads in a car which clearly preferred the wide open space of the expressway. He had taken his eyes off the road for one damn second and the car had its revenge, defying the laws of probability and sliding into the only large pothole for miles around.



The situation didn’t look good, and he quite frankly didn’t care for the traitorous car anymore. Seto snapped the cell phone shut after a call to R&D telling them to hold off testing the new products until he was in. Next order of business was to call for a ride. The CEO stepped out of the vehicle into the chilly street and looked for a sign indicating his present location.



…where the hell was he? He realized he had been going down the road mostly by instinct. Quite some time had passed since he came to this part of town, so of course, things changed. But before he could go back in and consult his GPS, he was distracted by the sound of a motorcycle. He watched with mild curiosity as the rider stopped right next to his car and took off his helmet.



In moments, he was the recipient of a wide, amazed grin from a familiar unruly blond.



“Wow, moneybags, it’s really you!”



His brow twitched in irritation. “Jonouchi.” He acknowledged albeit frostily. If there was one thing he wasn’t in the mood for this early in the morning, it was idiocy.



Unfortunately, Jonouchi didn’t seem to register the negative connotations in his voice because the blond leaned down on the handlebars and made himself comfortable on his bike. “So, what are you doing out here?” He asked in an annoyingly conversational tone.



Seto frowned. “What does it look like, bonkotsu?”



Jonouchi exhaled sharply. “I only meant that you’re not usually around here, ya jerk. I can see you got car problems.” He ruffled his hair and raised himself up. “See if I’m giving your ungrateful ass a ride now.”



In spite of himself, Seto’s lips curved into a sneer. “Trust me, inu, I wouldn’t get on that deathtrap with you for any emergency in the world.”



Said mongrel rolled his eyes. “Get over yourself, rich boy.” Jonouchi muttered darkly, already regretting his decision to stop. “Forgot Seto Kaiba ‘doesn’t need help’.”



Seto smirked at the other man’s unimpressive imitation of his voice. “Quite the philanthropist you are, mutt. What, did you tire of collecting charity and decided to give some back instead?”



Where all the other marks had failed, this one hit home. Jonouchi all but leapt off his motorcycle in a fit of rage, teeth bared, eyes flashing a malevolent gold. His palm crashed on to car window beside Seto’s shoulder. “You’ve got three seconds to take that back, Kaiba, or you’re getting fucked over real good!”



The CEO didn’t even blink at their sudden proximity. The closest point he could focus on was Jonouchi’s face, which was oddly not all that bad to look at. The man still had ‘street’ written all over him from his harsh features and rough jaw to his choice of tough leather clothing. Thick cords of muscle ran down his neck, twitching as their owner became more and more agitated. The same ones swept down to his collarbone where the rest of the skin was obscured by a black t-shirt.



Seto licked his lower lip. “Are you offering then?” His voice was husky as he leaned back against his immobile vehicle, crossing one foot over the other. To his satisfaction, Jonouchi hesitated only for a brief second.



“What the hell are you talking about, Kaiba?”



Seto tilted his head, eyes twinkling rather scarily in Jonouchi’s opinion. Lifting one slender finger, the brunet tapped the side of his would-be assailant’s jaw. “One, two, three…oh look, time’s up. Now, was that a threat or a promise?”



He laughed inwardly at the fact that he’d never seen Jonouchi so flustered. The fire behind those honey brown eyes flickered confusedly, was there going to be a fight or what? Was Kaiba messing with him or was he –god forbid—actually serious?



The blond straightened and shuffled from one foot to the other. “Ah...actually, it was a metaphor…?” The inquisitive tone amused Seto all the more.



“Are all your metaphors this provocative?” Seto smiled and for someone threatening death just a few moments ago, Jonouchi looked ready to bolt.



“Uuhh, no, the…eep!” His voice shot up a few octaves in response to the hand suddenly gliding across his waist. Seto had already pushed away from the car to close the distance between them again. He even caught the fist headed straight for his nose, mostly due to Jonouchi’s penchant for predictable motions.



“Don’t treat me like some sort of an assailant, Jonouchi, you said you wanted to fuck. Aren’t you always on some mission to prove you can make more than empty threats?” Jounouchi’s horrified look went unnoticed as Seto nodded toward his vehicle. “Don’t worry, my windows are well tinted.”



At this, the blond took a few more steps back, dislodging Kaiba’s hand in the process. “Look, Kaiba, you know I don’t got a problem with you likin’ guys and…stuff, but…uh…don’t you already have someone you…do this with?”



“He’s not here.” Seto tossed his head in irritation. “And you look very nice yourself, Jonouchi, so why don’t we…”



Jonouchi backed up against his motorbike and held out an arm to keep the advancing brunet at bay. Kaiba looked like a maniac and the creepy smirk coupled with the rapid rise and fall of his chest certainly did not help. All in all, it reminded Jonouchi of a mouse trapped while a very horny eagle homed in on it. “I don’t swing that way, Kaiba, and this is not--“



He was abruptly cut off as Kaiba’s cell phone rang, the shrill noise echoing around them. The CEO snapped it open with a quick jerk. “Kaiba.”



“No, he’s not with me.”



“At home, where else…no, he didn’t look sick.”



“I’m not his mother, Yugi, do what you want.”



“Whatever.”



Seto ended the call with an exasperated sigh. He looked up and raised an eyebrow as if he just noticed a very stunned Jonouchi, half lying back on his bike. His face was practically glowing pink while his fingers clutched protectively at his jacket zipper. Whatever the hell he was up to, he looked like an idiot. Seto sneered distastefully. “Have a sense of public decency, inu.”



At his words, Jonouchi straightened and opened his mouth to say something, but amazingly enough closed it again. Seto smirked; it was about time the mutt learned some manners. “So, are you giving me a ride or not?”



“What?!” Jonouchi shrieked indignantly. “Hell no, ya pervert!”



Less than three seconds passed before the blond got back on his bike and sped off. Seto stared at the trail of dust and shook his head. “Hn, so much for the power of friendship.”



-II-



Kaiba Mansion…



“Bye, High priest-san, I’m off to school!”



Seth peered out of the kitchen to see Mokuba zip his jacket and head out into the barren desert of frost that the crazy locals called winter wonderland. Wonderland, my ass. What barbaric culture encouraged children to leave home during this season? “Do you have your scarf?” He asked the dark-haired teen.



“Yes.” Mokuba called back.



“Boots?”



“Yes!”



“Electric blanket and hot tea?”



“Ye…Seth-san!” Mokuba rolled his eyes. For someone hailing from a culture where boys became men at age eleven, Seth coddled him more than Seto ever did.



“As Seto’s yami, it is my duty to protect you both, you know.” Seth leaned on the doorway as Mokuba headed out.



“If Santa suddenly tries to harvest my soul with a Millennium candycane, you’ll be the first I call, Seth-san.” Mokuba laughed and waved before getting into the car and speeding off.



Closing the door behind him, Seth shivered and walked back into the kitchen to his breakfast and a much welcome pot of hot tea while mumbling to himself. “…knew there was something about that Santa character…”



Settling on the island counter where his light and his brother usually had breakfast, he sipped his tea and moved the mouse on the laptop which Seto had so generously provided him with for his ‘job’. He may be living an afterlife, but that didn’t mean he had to sit idle. Once Seto used his resources to get him necessary certificates, priestess Isis’s reincarnation had enlisted him to translate old writings from Egypt. It was an easy job, of course; he’d even recognized his own signature on some of them. However, as a ‘scientist’ in this time, he was expected to take forever and chart a detailed explanation as to how he ‘decoded’ the manuscripts. He learned his lesson after taking only six months to finish his first set—a long, dry scroll on proper banquet etiquette—and earning mass suspicion from the local archeological community. Ishizu had somehow managed to avert the attention, but left him with strict instructions not to take less than a year and a half for the next ones.



Seth smiled to himself. This whole business of turning simple reading into a scientific process was requiring him to work at least as many hours as his light. But on the flip side, it did beat complete boredom and mental degeneration. He set his tea down as the welcome screen flashed on, displaying the date and time.



“Fif-tee-nth, No-vem-ber.” The former priest repeated out loud, overriding the part of his mind that insisted on calling it by its ancient counterpart. In Egypt, it would be Peret, the sowing season. Seth tilted his head, staring at the screen. There was something familiar about that date…certain things that were supposed to happen.



He was interrupted by the phone ringing. Reaching over, he picked up the receiver, noting the Motous’ name on the caller id. “Atemu?” His voice was hopeful; maybe the former Pharaoh wanted to go somewhere more interesting than the depths of the internet and cryptology research.



“Er…yes, I’m fine.” Seth frowned at the emergency in the other’s tone. Surely, if there was danger he would have sensed it, but the next question Atemu posed was odd. “I did see the date… Fif-tee-nth, No-vem-ber.” He grinned slightly at the fact that he’d managed to say it without looking.



He frowned again at Atemu’s next words. “I know it is the month of Mekhir in Peret, but the rest of Japan prefers fifteenth November.”



“…Atemu, I can’t help if you aren’t clear.”



At this point, Atemu exploded. Seth winced and drew the phone away from his ear at the furious ranting, but there was one statement which made him pause. He tensed slightly before asking. “How can you be sure? …checked with the Ishtars…I see.”



Atemu calmed down so that his voice was soothing rather than angry, but there was an edge to his tone which did not go unnoticed.



Seth bit his lip. “I hadn’t noticed anything or felt anything out of the ordinary. Of course, Seto is perfectly healthy. Don’t you think Mokuba nor I would notice if…” Seth trailed off as a flash of memory entered his mind. He saw Seto smiling at him in the shower just hours ago…smiling, teasing, and oh so eager. He remembered marveling at how the brunet went from stuffy nose to sex doll in a matter of seconds.



/…you were in the mood to be a little aggressive today./



Seth’s palm hit his forehead. “Oh no…Seto…”



Atemu paused on the other end before speaking. “Well, you’d better go find him. He has a reputation, you know.”



-II-



KaibaCorp…



Work-wise, he knew Serena Kinomoto wasn’t the best intern in the world. But she was very attractive, which was likely why the department head she worked under kept her around for so long. Moreover, Seto knew she had a thing for him. If he were a man of fewer principles, he could have had her everyday right on his desk and she would still come back for more. She practically skipped into his office this morning, and flashed him a bright smile as he took his place behind the executive desk. The only sign that she had come into turn in work was the thick binder she carried; the rest of her was heaving breasts, soft creamy thighs pressed against the front of his desk, and a hint of voluptuous hips peeking out from the space between her shirt and skirt.



Seto licked his lips; his pants were feeling rather uncomfortable.



“The status reports, sir.” Her voice was husky and sibilant as she leaned over the space between them to open the binder from his end. “Fifty pages and index, like you asked.”



“Very good.” To his horror, he couldn’t even muster his usual glare to send her on her way. She smiled widely and rested her hands on the polished wood. Seto raised an eyebrow, seeing as her breasts looked ready to spill out of her poorly buttoned shirt.



“Anything else I can do, sir?”



The CEO gripped his pen, sliding his chair further under the table. “What more could you possibly have to do here, Kinomoto-san?”



“Why, -anything- you want, Kaiba-sama.” He voice sounded eager and images flashed in Seto’s mind of at least ten other things she could do to please him, all of which involved her on her back--

Oh, fuck no! He was –not- fantasizing about sex with an annoying intern!



Seto pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off a migraine. “There is nothing I need, Kinomoto-san, you may leave now.”



She looked a little miffed. “Very well, sir.” She turned to go, her bottom swinging enticingly as she walked out the door.



Seto gave a shuddering sigh, eyes sliding back to the laptop before him. The blinking window on the screen told him it was all set up; with one click, he could have a thousand images with which to take of his current ‘problem’. Disgust stirred somewhere at the back of his mind at pictures of garishly lit strangers entwined…fornicating…on HIS laptop. He felt neither passion nor desire for them and their sweat covered bodies and exaggerated proportions. Resting his head on the desk, he hit the button. Cancel. The images disappeared, but his heart still beat in anticipation.



If only Seth were here; yes, the priest would be a very nice solution to all his current woes. Seto ran a hand over his cloth covered arousal, hissing softly at the pleasure slipping up his back. At that point, his enthusiastic mind decided to provide him with a rather provocative illustration of his aforementioned lover. He could see Seth crawling toward him with a devious look in his eyes. He had to admit the priest had this down to an art; there would be carnal kisses along his belly while rough, calloused fingers wreaked havoc on his sensitive spots. Then, a tightening around his shaft…



Seto moaned, his body tensing and arching in his executive chair. His hips involuntarily thrust forward onto his own hand, in an effort to relieve some of the pressure building inside him. His fist clenched around something on the desk; whatever it was, it looked important. Not that he was able to spare it any attention, anyway. He was busy remembering Seth again, lying spread eagle on his bed, wrists tied above his head, back arched and tense.



This time, he moaned audibly, enough to drown his secretary’s soft voice crackling over the intercom. His fingers scrambled to find his zipper and fuck anyone who was waiting—he needed this. So much…



A firm knock on his door startled him, but not enough to snap him out of his latest frenzy. But before he could snap at his visitor to get out, a voice whispered in his head like a blessing.



“My light?”



-II-



Seth tapped his foot agitatedly as the elevator doors hissed shut. Seto’s receptionist had promised to announce his arrival to his light, but there was no response. Seth closed his eyes, casting for his other half’s mind only to be confronted with a jumble of thoughts that had nothing to do with office work. He cursed softly under his breath. So Atemu was right to be suspicious…how could he have been so careless? As the elevator rose, he shut off their link before his light’s mental distress unbalanced him.



Thankfully, there was no one on the executive floor when he stepped out. Making his way to the clearly marked CEO’s suite, he knocked. Frowning at the lack of response, he tentatively opened the link and called out. “My light?”



It was like being in the middle of a sand storm—mentally and physically. The door burst open and Seto pulled him inside, only to claim his lips in a desperate kiss. Emotions swirled around him in dizzying bursts of color and sound. He whimpered, feeling the sharp bite of teeth on his lips and then on his neck. Slender fingers curled around his collar on a mission to pry his shirt off his shoulders. While he was wrapped up in that distraction, Seto took the opportunity to grind their hips together.



“Ahh…!” Seth cried out in surprise and stumbled.

Caught in his momentum, Seto crash landed on his back across the polished desk. Seth pushed his arms against the hard surface in an effort to minimize the damage to the documents and laptop on it. Seto, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. The CEO pulled his lover back on top for another intense kiss before licking the shell of his ear and whispering, “I think there may be something wrong with me.”



Seth nodded. “Yes, actually…”



Seto’s fingers sealed his lips and his eyes glittered mischievously. “Let’s do this first, and then tell me all about it.”



“My light, you don’t understand…” Seth tried to step back and disentangle himself. “Oooh!”



“What’s not to understand…” Seto snarled, pulling the other man back violently. “…about the phrase ‘Fuck me’?”



Seth groaned as his lover raised himself up on one elbow and smiled. His eyes practically spoke of sex with the way they drew him in to dark and mysterious depths. Seth leaned over him to press small kisses along his neck while his hands applied themselves to the task of undoing his own belt buckle. The brunet growled impatiently, sliding down to his knees himself to make short work of the obstacles separating him and what he wanted.

In moments, Seth cried out as slender fingers wrapped around his hardening cock accompanied by a warm wet tongue. He clenched his fists on the desk before him to keep from thrusting automatically into the tight wetness surrounding him. “Aaah, Seto…!”



He shuddered, feeling bursts of ecstasy shoot up his spine in response to Seto’s enthusiastic ministrations. He was growing harder by the second and there was no way he would last if his light were to continue. “Enough!” Seth rasped, grasping a handful of Seto’s shirt. “Come here.”



Seto rose, landing back on his desk. Sure and clever hands pulled off his pants and underwear. His lips were immediately captured in a demanding kiss, which distracted him while Seth positioned himself at his entrance. The CEO whimpered against his lover’s mouth, feeling Seth’s cock slide into him in a single motion. He didn’t even take time to adjust before bucking his hips impatiently, inviting his yami deeper. Seth panted, barely clinging to his self control as Seto’s slick muscles clenched around him. The slow pleasurable sensation in his stomach suddenly flared and his hands closed around his light’s hips in a bruising grip. He heard the raw scream tear from Seto’s throat as he drove himself in faster and deeper.



Seto’s movements became erratic. His legs came to wrap themselves around his dark’s waist and his hands tightened around the edge of his desk. “Come, Seth.” He managed to groan. “Harder!”



Somewhere in the back of his mind, Seth was concerned about overexertion, but for now he was amazed at his light’s resilience. Placing a kiss on Seto’s stomach, he withdrew halfway to drive back in with extra force. Seto screamed as his whole body jerked back and his shoulder knocked his precious laptop over. In time, Seth wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. His nerves quaked in reaction to Seth’s firm finger and all those delicious sensations seething in his groin quivered for a second and exploded back out as he spilled himself across his chest. Above him, Seth grunted and pulled his body close before going still and finding his release.



Seto closed his eyes, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Bringing his hands down, he sifted his fingers through the strands of slightly damp russet hair that rested on his chest. Seth carefully withdrew, still panting and flushed from his physical exertions. He blinked hazily at the large windows behind the executive desk…the large uncovered windows.



“Shit!” He pushed away from his light to pull his pants back on, as if he suddenly realized where he was. Seto, on the other hand, still lay on his desk only getting up to dress when Seth went to retrieve his clothes.



The CEO was still tucking his shirt in when the door to his suite opened again and a girl in her mid-twenties burst in.



-II-



(tbc...)



Notes: Ok, so I lied. The silliness could not be contained in one chapter! But this is where the lemons end...^__^;;



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