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Sekura: Yes, by popular demand, the Witty Phantom is back




Sekura: Yes, by popular demand, the Witty Phantom is
back…

Yeah yeah… when I said
university would interfere with writing, I meant
to say it would give me a four hour lunch break to do with as I wish… like
write or surf ff.net. Victory is mine!
Sekura: Something like that… and
why are you laughing maniacally like that?

I have no idea what you’re
talking about…

Sekura: *reads chapter* you really want your
reers ers to mutiny or something, don’t you?
They are going to hate your fuzzy, purple guts… you do know this, right?

They can’t hate
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Besides, I
happen to know for a fact, my guts are not purple, nor are they fuzzy… they
have polka dots on them and they’re furry… there’s a difference!

Sekura: whatever you say… you are the boss…

(translation): help me, he’s finally gone insane!

Here’s part one of the
massive hate chapter of deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath!

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Chapter 26 – Rhymes with
Cape

Night had fallen at the Kaiba
Corporation building and Seto was just about ready to pack it in for the
evening. He sat idly behind his desk,
daydreaming about one of his past weekends.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he fondly remembered when Otogi danced
for him – well, it was actually for his entire class – but, looking back, when
Seto saw the pure emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes, the world seemed to fade
from existence itself. There, in a
realm apart from everything and everyone, someplace magical in which they seemed
neither alive, nor dead, yet somewhere in between, the two lovers were
intertwined in the silken fibers of the complex webs they were entangling
themselves in.

Whether or not he had known it
at the time, Seto now knew he had just thrown himself headlong into the single
most dangerous situation of his young life.
It had been a couple of months since Sanctuary and things couldn’t be
better with Otogi. Both Seto’s and
Otogi’s companies were thriving, and their personal relationship was better
than ever; however, there was always the constant problem of Yami – no matter
how much Bakura tried to keep the Pharaoh in line, eventually, the spirit will
elude the Tomb Robber and come in search of vengeance. It wasn’t a question of if – but when. Thankfully, with Otogi in albeit temporary
possession of the Millennium Puzzle, things had been relatively quiet in
Domino…

But not even Yami’s interference
could dampen Seto’s thoughts, which quickly replayed the first night he had
spent together with his raven koi. He
couldn’t decide what caused him to submit to Otogi that night; but if it was
lust, than Seto was sure his hormones hadn’t deceived him. Fate chose Otogi, he had chosen him, his
body had chosen him out of all the others, and he was Seto Kaiba – he did not
make poor decisions. In his mind’s eye,
he could see his lover just as he had been that night Otogi sang karaoke,
dressed in the trench coat Seto had since given him and the black pants with
the Blue Eyes White Dragon coiled up the leg.
Seto had to keep himself calm as the fantasy version of his boyfriend
began to sensually disrobe behind his eyes.

As each one of Otogi’s garments
came off in his carefully choreographed dance, Seto could only marvel in silent
awe at the grace and fluidity of his beloved’s movements as well as the
stunning beauty he possessed which seemed to be reserved for him and him
alone. Taking note of every toned
muscle and perfect curve on the body he had long since memorized, Seto couldn’t
help but feel a little sick as he longed for the caress of those ebony strands
against his skin once more, or the sight of Otogi sleeping on the grass – his
skin glowing in the moonlight, content and satiated after a passionate night of
love-making which stretched into the early hours of the morning.

Exactly two weeks ago was the last
time the happy couple was together before Otogi had to leave on a business trip
to America while Seto had to stay in Domino and settle corporate matters at
home. He couldn’t wait until he could
be reunited with his koi when Otogi’s plane cam ear early the nmornmorning.

Seto sat, shifting uncomfortably
in his seat, both from extreme boredom and from the tight state of his pants,
needless to say, his fantasy was rather arousing. His intense anticipation of his love’s return was preventing him
from getting any real work done, his mind constantly betraying him and whisking
him away into his Otogi dream world. He
caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and mocked his own appearance. There he sat, elbow on the desk, propping
his head up lazily, the other hand drumming on the desktop when it wasn’t
tapping pointlessly on the open laptop in front of him; his long legs curled up
under him, letting only his bare feet poke out from the side of the leather
office chair; his stylish, sexy little glasses were shoved into the mess of
brown hair – courtesy of a certain younger brother who took pride in messing up
the meticulous hair of his brother; and lastly, from behind the pen
precariously balancing on the end of his nose, Seto caught a glimpse of his
eyes: big, glossy, and… sparkling? ‘No, this can’t be! I’m Seto Kaiba, my eyes don’t do the sparkle
thing.’ His inner voice practically screamed, ‘They didn’t sparkle in
Duelist Kingdom and they’re sure as hell not going to sparkle now!’

But sure enough, in those
dark depths of azure, there was the infamous giddy, infatuated fan girl sparkle
action going on at full force so not even Seto could deny it. If any one of his clients or business
partners would have walked in and seen him at that very moment, they would have
first gotten fired fast enough to make their heads spin and then they would
likely go to every tabloid they could – effectively ruining his
reputation. But not even that mattered
to the CEO now, he was beside himself, he was so eager for Otogi to come back,
it was making his heartache. He looked
at the clock, 11:28pm, only seven more hours before his heart could feel whole
once more. He had also just gotten off
the phone with the servants at the mansion, confirming the long-stemmed white
roses he had ordered had come and that his bedroom was covered with them, in
addition to a trail of red roses from the front door to the bedroom, their
first day back together was going to be perfect and Seto was going to spare no
expense to assure it, sending all of the hired help hoor tor the rest of the
week. There was just one more person he
had to get rid of…

“Big brother, can you give me
the keys to your security control console?”
Mokuba asked as he burst into his brother’s office with the blazing
speed and unpredictability of smansmanian devil, but as soon as he took a long
look at Seto, he took a step back, adding cautiously, “Whoa, what’s with you?”

Shaken out of his reverie, the
elder Kaiba startled, knocking the pen of its pedestal, and assured his brother
nothing was out of the ordinary, even though Mokuba knew he was lying through
his teeth.

“Oh, I see, you’re just itching
to fuck Otogi again, aren’t you?”
Mokuba said, thinking, “Or maybe you’re contemplating how to ask him to
screw you senseless.”

His older brother simply brushed
him off and rummaged through his pockets and desk drawers before finding the
right keys. He was right in the middle
of throwing them when something clicked.

“W “Wait…” he said, grimacing, “Why
do you want them and what are you going to do with them?”

“Damn, I thought you were in a
good mood and wouldn’t ask. If you must
know, I’m going to play a few harmless practical jokes on your security staff.”

Seto raised a very skeptical
eyebrow, “Such as?”

“Well, I thought I’d start by
replacing all the security camera tapes so when they reviewed the tapes
tomorrow morning, they’d have fifty monitors showing ten straight hours of
generic homosexual pornography, while the real tapes will be stashed away in
the porn cases, making the guards search for hours when that they seek is right
under their noses.” Mokuba replied with
a wolfish grin.

“I’m glad I’m already taken
tomorrow off.” Seto stated, “Continue.”

“Uh, I was also going to put
used condoms on all the joysticks which control the cameras.”

Seto scowled.

“Where are you going to find
that many used condoms at this hour.
And if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, which that grin of
yours tells you me probably are, let me just say that, I’m not going to help
you make them used.” He replied,
disheartening his little brother.

“Well it’s not like you don’t
need to get yourself off. Bufigufigured
you would be a tight-ass and wouldn’t help me.
I was thin I’d I’d just end up having to cover them with lube – but
that’ll take so long.”

“Why don’t you just use
pre-lubricated condoms?” Seto
suggested.

“That’s a great idea, big
brother! You’re the best!” Mokuba cheered, “Oh, by the way, could I
borrow some money for all this stuff I haven’t bought yet… and by borrow, I mean
have, as in not to be paid back?” He
asked.

Seto yawned and got up from his
desk, taking a moment to stretch his tired muscles, wincing as each individual
vertebra snapped back into alignment.
He slipped his shoes back on and walked up to his brother, handing him a
large wad of bills and the keys he had requested earlier.

“You know how to lock up,
right?” He asked.

“Well sure, why?” Mokuba replied.

“Because I’m going home. I have lots to do before Otogi comes
home. You can still pick him up at the
airport, right?”

“Of course I can.” Mokuba answered before the first bit sank
in, “Wait, you’re my ride—“ He was silenced by another set of keys dangling in
front of his face.

“No, I’m walking home and you’re
going to take my car, so have fun.” Seto said, patting his brother on the head
and walking out the door.

 

All things considered, it was a
relatively brisk night in Domino, so the streets were deserted. Where normally there were throngs of youth
getting drunk and having fun, there was no one. Even the nearby eateries and shops were closed and the streets
were empty; save for one, lone CEO, walking almost too casually, his long
trench coat held tightly to his body.

Seto didn’t know why he decided
to walk home, but it felt like the cool night air was calling out to him,
beckoning him to bask in its solitude.
However, not all was as it seemed – it was as if the shadows themselves
were moving of their own accord. There
was nobody around, yet the brunette did not feel as though he was alone – and
this wasn’t the same comfortable feeling he felt when it was Otogi lurking in
the shadows of his darkened game shop, this was different, unsettling, almost
frightening for Seto. He felt… he felt
as though he was being hunted.

 

Thankfully, the prestigious
Kaiba mansion wasn’t an obscene distance from the Kaiba Corporation building
and Seto’s long strides got him there in no time at all. From the moment he opened the door, he
smiled, his rose trail was all set up, just as he had asked. He kicked the door shut and was about to go
up the stairs when a sharp gust of wind caused a rose or two to move out of
place. Seto turned around to fix the
roses only to find the front door wide open.
Perplexed, he fixed the flowers and cautiously stuck his head out the
door, trying to see if anyone was around – whiherehere wasn’t.

Puzzled, Seto closed the door
once again, having sworn he had shut it the first time. He then turned and followed the trail of
long-stemmed roses and ascending the grand spiral staircase to his bedroom.

Quickly, and carefully so as not
to disturb any of the meticulously placed white roses, he changed out of his
black three-piece business suit and into something more casual and fitting for
the occasion. A bluish silver silk
shirt covered his torso, starting to lace up at his own sternum and threading
the laces all the way to just below his collarbone where he left the strings
hanging loosely. His pants were an
Otogi-style inspiration, created to match the shirt. Black leather shone in the bright moonlight, which illuminated
the room and clung to Seto’s slender legs like a second skin. Tightly drawn bluish-silver laces ran up the
outside of each leg and over the front of the garment. The strings on the sides were deliberately
not pulling both sides of the leather flush with one another, giving about an
inch-wide glimpse of Seto’s perfect, unblemished ivory skin all the way up and
down his legs, showing quite provocatively that the CEO chose to forgo wearing
anything in the way of undergarments – or at least if he was – it was well
hidden. But the perfect touch to these
pants was the tiny Ultimate Blue Eyes Toon Dragon meticulously embroidered on
the inside of his right thigh. Surely,
he thought Otogi would love to know he was always being thought of by his koi.

He moved over to the doors,
which opened onto his balcony and looked outside at the night, which looked so
peaceful… But looks can be deceiving.

His eyes drifted closed and, no
sooner had he done so, a pair of hands started deftly massaging Seto’s stressed
shoulders. Seemingly not knowing any
better, the brunette let a small sound of contentment slip from his throat as
he felt himself lean into the touch of the skilled hands against his back;
those same hands quickly snaked themselves around Seto’s waist, pulling the CEO
lightly against the much smaller man behind him and he shivered as he felt his
sides being massaged – something he hadn’t felt in almost a year and something
the masseuse he had hired rarely did and had him purring like an oversized
brown cat. He almost lost all of what
little self-control he still had left when a pair of soft lips started
caressing the sensitive skin on his neck.
He knew he had been had when he felt one hand move up along his spine to
lose itself in his hair.

Seto stood stupefied – elated,
but dumbfounded. How could he have
possibly been fooled so easily? He knew
Otogi was a horrible liar, period, and it was even worse when it came to lying
to him; so how was it, even with all his planning, he couldn’t have noticed his
lover’s flight was not coming in when he was told it was? He couldn’t believe he had been tricked, but
evidently he had been because here he was, swooning in the sensual embrace of
his beloved, succumbing to his ministrations, every movement of his hands and
body sending Seto into a yet higher state of arousal. He didn’t even care to open his eyes as he turned around and
those soft lips, previously on his neck, pressed themselves to his own.

At first the touch was so light,
it could barely be considered a kiss, only a mere brushing of lips; however, it
soon escalated into something far more as the pair of lips were crushed harder
into Seto’s and began to move against his own.
Speaking of Seto, he was far from unwilling to grant his companion’s
request, letting his own lips move in time with the other’s, gasping when a hot
tongue slipped through his partner’s lips and slowly traced his own, causing
sensations to sweep over him – it was true, it had been far too long and he was
so happy to have his lover back. His
arms snaked around the other’s waist as he let his lips slip open so his own
tongue could greet the welcomed visitor as only it knew how. But even Seto was surprised when his koi’s
tongue did something uncharacteristic, it coiled around Seto’s and forced it
back, deep into Seto’s mouth, caressing the back of his throat as the kiss
deepened from casual, to hungry, to primal.

After a long moment, Seto had to
pull away. All of this was too much of
a sensory overload for him as he took a step back to rest, panting against the
balcony doors. Partially to catch his
breath, but also to put his pants back in order, keeping his eyes shut for fear
he’d lose his entire load right there and then.

“Gods Otogi, where did you learn
to do that?” He panted out; it was
Seto’s only answer for what had happened.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the
right answer as, before he knew it, the only thing he got for his innocent
question was an overwhelming pain in his jaw where a fist had impacted with it. Overcome with something akin to shock, the
blow had spun Seto around and caused him to fall. As he fell, he hit his head on a nearby coffee table, earning him
a deep gash underneath his right eye.

“Honestly Seto, you still love
when I do that, don’t you? But how dare
you compare me to that whore?!”

Seto absently realized he had
been tricked in more ways than one, as that was most definitely not Otogi’s
voice. He painfully opened his eyes and
winced because the entire right side of his face was throbbing. It sure didn’t help when he raised a hand to
his eye only to have it come back into his line of sight covered in his own
blood.

When his vision finally cleared,
the sight that greeted Seto was enough to make him sick; for, there in all his
diminutive glory, was Yami. The spirit
of the Puzzle leered over him almost predatorily. Finding good reason to be mad at him, Seto dug his fingernails
into his palms, enough to draw blood.
How could he have mistaken Yami for Otogi twice? This was unacceptable, it wasn’t that he
doubted his own faithfulness, but rather, Seto could only imagine because Yami
and Otogi were such different people and had such different styles for dealing
with his errant boyfriends, also known as Seto Kaiba. It seemed as though Yami still had some exotic hold over the CEO,
something he couldn’t define and was harder yet to ignore.

“What are you doing here,
Yami?” Seto spat out venomously.

“What? No quaint colloquialisms?
No hello, how are you, Yami?
Seto, you wound me.” Yami said,
shifting his weight from one leather clad leg to the other.

“Just answer my question.” The CEO growled from the floor.

The ancient spirit took a step
back and perched himself comfortably atop the bed, pulling an Egyptian dagger
from the mattress and twirled it expertly between his fingers. It was encrusted with hieroglyphs and
symbols and the handle was molded to the form of the Winged Dragon of Ra, it
was completely made out of gold and this is what caught Seto’s eye. He instantly recognized the dagger as one
from his office, which typically doubles as a letter opener very nicely.

Yami sighed and crossed one leg
almost elegantly over the other, showing off his newest wardrobe accent, a paof bof black leather pants, tight through the thigh, but flaring out near the
bottom. In just the right lighting, the
pants almost glowed the darkest blood red imaginable. A large silver zipper, starting at the hem and going down the
side hem to about mid-thigh adorned both sides and were the only things keeping
the garment closed and snug around Yami’s slim hips. Another set of zippers started at Yami’s knee and traveled the
rest of the way down the leg on both sides, but perhaps the most interesting
feature of these pants were the multitude of sparkling silver belts traveling
across the zippers along the leg. As if
to complete the outfit, the shirt Yami wore was made of blood red silk and
opened at the neck where a few small, silver buckles were fastened to keep the
shirt closed. Furthermore, instead of
buttons on the cuffs of his shirt – more belts. Yami topped off the look with his signature black leather belt
collar. Normally a good looking outfit
in and of itself, but on Yami, it was stunning – there was noting the Pharaoh
couldn’t seduce if he really wanted to, it had already been established not
even inanimate objects were immune from his spell.

“If you insist.” Yami began, setting the dagger down next to
him and fondling the belt around his neck, “I’m here for two reasons, the first
being to allow you to stop this farce vengeance attempt upon me and stop you
from continuing to make the biggest mistake of your life…”

“How did you get out of the
Puzzle?” Seto demanded.

“What, don’t you want to hear
the other reason I’m here?”

“Yami…” Seto warned, becoming
increasingly angry.

“That’s Pharaoh to you, not that
it matters anyway in the long run. To
make a long story short, I never needed that chipmunk Yugi and his merry band
of cheerleaders; I can live independently of him because I reside solely within
the confines of the Millennium Puzzle.
Sharing a consciousness with the prepubescent rat is purely, how can I
put this eloquently… A convenience for
me, do you have any idea how strenuous it is to maintain a corporeal body
outside of the Puzzle?”

“No, I can’t say that I do. You know, because my mortal soul isn’t
trapped within an ancient, shiny, metal toy.”
Seto retorted, pulling himself up from the floor.

“That was supposed to be a
rhetorical question.” Yami said,
poutin

“Oh forgive me, oh great and
powerful Pharaoh!” Seto exclaimed
sarcastically, bowing overdramatically, just as Otogi had done before.

“You’re forgiven. I was infuriated at first when Bakura put my
Puzzle around that fool Otogi’s neck, but then I realized he would likely
take me right to you. So I waited and
gathered my strength for the perfect moment to strike and set my plan into
action.” Yami explained, twirling the
dagger of Ra expertly after having picked it up again.

“It sure can’t be an impressive
plan if you’ve waited this long—“

“Silence, fool!” Yami yelled, hurling the dagger through the
air, embedding it deep in the wall, right next to Seto’s head. So close, in fact, a thin red line developed
on Seto’s cheek as the light wound started to bleed. Yami hopped off the bed and walked over to where Seto rested
against the wall, “It’s a brilliant plan, yousee.see. And, with Otogi not around, it’s flawless.”

“Are you going to tell me, or
are you just going to stand there and gloat?”

“Alright. I’ve been doing some thinking about when I
left you and what has gone on since then and I’ve decided this foolish game has
gone on for far too long, you poor thing, you’ve been punished enough, having
to go out with Otogi and act like you’re enjoying yourself? How absolutely dreadful! So, after ng
ng
day of thinking—“

“Hope you didn’t hurt
yourself.” Seto mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, your highness…”

“Right. Anyway, after much deliberation, I’ve
decided, against my better judgment, I might add, to take you back and finally
release you from this agony you call a relationship.” Yami let his hand trail over the CEO’s cheek as Seto tried to
pull away, he found he was trapped.

“Are you insane? Do you actually think you left me?” Seto yelled, tryin wre wrench the smaller
spirits hand away from his face.

However, the miniature monarch
was stronger than he looked and easily contained Seto’s arm with his free hand,
his facial expression betraying the confusion he demonstrated towards Seto’s
inexplicable hostility with him.

“What do you mean,
darling?” Yami whined.

“Darling? You really are delusional! I think spending all that time being a
prisoner inside the Millennium Puzhas has really messed with your miniature
brain. Not that I’m surprised.”

“Seto…”

“Don’t ‘Seto’ me. I thought I had made it perfectly clear when
I broke up with you, and I emphasize I broke up with you, I
wanted absolutely nothing more to do with you.”

“You don’t mean that, love.”

This time Seto harnessed every
last ounce of strength his body could produce and shoved Yami away as hard as
he could, surprising the spirit and sending him back a few steps and launching
into an unparalleled fit of anger.

“I do mean it. Gods Yami, you just don’t get it, do
you? If there is one thing I do regret
in my life, it’s wasting so much of my time with you! I’m only going to say this once and I’ll say it slowly so you’ll
understand. I want you out of my sight. I hate you.
I will never forgive you for what you have done to me. First you cheat on me, then you try to kill
my new boyfriend, whom I happen to care about very deeply.” Surprised he would tell Yami how he felt
about Otogi before he would admit it to himself, “You are my rival, Yami,
nothing more.”

Yami took a slow, deliberate
step towards Seto.

“Now, koi…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You can’t honestly mean what
you say; you can’t possibly care for – or dare I say it, love that piece of
trash also known as Otogi.”

“Why not? He’s already ten times the man you’ll ever
be.” Seto snapped.

“How dare you!” Yami hissed and slapped Seto, raking his
nails over the brunette’s once flawless face.

Seto recoiled only to catch a
glimpse of his face in a nearby mirror.
He gasped in something akin to horror when he saw the four thick red
gashes from where Yami had struck him; they promptly began to bleed and then
Seto knew just how deep they were as he stood, dumbfounded, lightly letting his
fingertips touch his cheek, not believing what his eyes so blatantly told him.

The brunette’s temporary lapse
from reality was all open invitation Yami was waiting for. He grabbed Seto’s arm and quickly had him
forced to the ground where he was forced to lay on his back, as he promptly had
a petit Pharaoh seated all too comfortably on his hips. The spirit had really done everything he
could to be both dominating and comfortable at the same time. He knew Seto wasn’t strong enough to really
move him, despite popular opinion; he wasn’t as light as he looked. In any case, he was comfortably seated atop
Seto’s slim hips with his legs on either side of Seto’s torso. He rested one elbow on his knee and rested
his chin on his hand; the other free hand was lazily drawing on Seto’s
chest. Noticeably agitated, Seto
thrashed wildly and growled menacingly, Yami simply laughed.

“Oh love, you always loved when
I do this…”

“Get off me.” Seto snarled, about to lunge his hand
towards Yami when he realized he couldn’t move either of his arms – or his
legs, for that matter. His head snapped
towards one of his arms to find a golden band around his wrist, chained to the
wall. Upon closer inspection, he found
himself to be completely chained and at the mercy of the spirit of the
Millennium Puzzle, “Let me go, Yami.”

“But you like being chained up –
well, at least your body does. Have no
fear, my beloved, your mind will remember in time.” Yami cooed, sliding sensually down Seto’s body.

The Pharaoh was right about one
thing, though, as much as his mind hated what was going on and he wanted
nothing more than to crawl under a rock and die to escape this torture, his
body had other plans and was getting painfully aroused under the monarch’s
touch; especially when Yami’s face was nuzzling his growing erection – even
through his pants.

“There you are, my pet.” He spoke to Seto’s arousal, “It’s been so
long, I’ve missed seeing you. But don’t
worry, I’ll have you freed to come play with me soon enough. Fear not my friend, daddy’s here…” Yami
said, almost purring against Seto’s groin, while Seto’s cold, blue eyes were
practically aflame with pure rage.

“You sick bastard.” He spat.

“Patience, lover. You’re going to enjoy this first taste of
freedom away from your ball and chain, Otogi.
I’m going to remind you who you were with in your past life, and why you
sacrificed yourself for me. And I’ll do
it by any means necessary!” Yami
crawled back up to Seto’s face and crushed his lips against the CEO’s.

Desperate to be rid of the harsh
tongue currently marauding down his throat, Seto bucked, squirmed, and writhed
against the Pharaoh in a futile attempt to dislodge him from his body. Already feeling more violated than he would
care to admit, the brunette realized his struggle was fruitless, but still he
persisted. He even continued when he
knew he was rubbing his wrists and ankles raw against his restraints, but all
that matter in those blue eyes was his freedom and the destruction of one
Puzzle. He was acutely aware as the
twined rivers of red forged their way down his arms, and he knew there were two
similar bloodstains pooling about his ankles.
He let out a little squeak of something between tolerable pain and
unbearable agony.

Contrarily, Yami had reared up
onto his haunches and laughing menacingly with an evil glint in his eyes and a
wicked grin on his face as he took in the expression on his prey’s face, giving
him an almost scrutinizing once over, from the slight pinkish tinge on the
taller one’s cheeks, his disheveled brown hair, even the icy stare found within
the depths of his blue eyes. Eyes that
even now, burned with the intense fires of rage itself. But never the less, the dark spirit had many
plans for his captive CEO.

Yami leaned back over top of
Seto, pressing his lips to the brunette’s neck before beginning to suck, gently
at first, dset set on making a mark which will remain there far beyond this one
night. His hands were trailing al Set Seto’s abdomen, as if trying to find non-existent buttons in the flawless silk
fabric. Satisfied with his mark, Yami
grimaced and raised an elegantly plucked eyebrow.

“No, no, no… This won’t do at
all.” He said, thinking for a moment
before grabbing the dagger he had previously embedded deep in the wall and
pulling it out, “This should do nicely.”

Before Seto could voice his
question, seeking to fulfill his insatiable curiosity. His mouth dropped open in an inaudible gasp
as the sharp blade pressed against his neck.
Although Seto knew better than to think Yami would kill him, he didn’t
know to what lengths the Millennium spirit would go to accomplish his motives;
however, what he didn’t know was what exactly Yami had in mind for him, but he
was pretty much certain he wasn’t going to like it.

His eyes shot open a little
wider as the blade moved from his neck to the top of his shirt, delicately
cutting away the blue silk to reveal ever-to-tanned ivory while crimson eyes
narrowed in deep concentration. Scared
out of his mind, having a very sharp blade in an uncomfortably close proximity
to a few extremely vital organs, Seto dared not move and stayed as still as a
deer caught in headlights. The knife
danced along the fabric until it reached the area right over top of the
brunette’s collarbone where Yami’s focus faltered and his hand slipped, leaving
a long, deep wound the length of Seto’s clavicle. The taller man finally let out a scream and thrashed beneath his
aggressor – his will to escape kindled anew.

“My, you must forgive me for my
momentary lapse of attention. I will
make it up to you later, I swear. You
will like that I’ve got planned to make you see the light.” Yami purred, leaning down and sensually
licking up and down the cut, the taste of Seto’s blood in his mouth driving him
to the edge of sanity with no thought of turning back. He hungrily lapped up every last droplet of
blood available to him, meticulously cleaning every last bit of skin until the
blood stopped flowing. Seto was
practically shocked into complaisance, barely moving as the dark spirit
occasionally bit at the mark, causing it to bleed again. Not until he was completely convinced the
injury would bleed no more did Yami abandon the area, moving the dagger’s blade
to cut down the length of the CEO’s arms, deliberately cutting deeply into the
flesh as to assure the blade’s penetration through the ivory skin. Again the Pharaoh swooped in, letting his
skilled tongue once again taste the very essence of his High Priest’s
reincarnation, seeking to revive the lost lover he once knew so well. It teased the other man’s body into almost
painful arousal and drove Seto’s mind to the edge of its limits, to the brink
of madness and self-destruction, the categorical definition of pain as he knew
it. He writhed and thrashed, trying
desperately to get away. Once finished,
Yami turned his attention to Seto’s other arm where the blade once again danced
across the flawless skin and his tongue swiftly joined to repeat all of its
previous actions.

Yami smiled once his first task
was complete, he casually lifted the now practically shredded bluiilveilver
silk garment off Seto’s chest and tossed it almost effortlessly to the side and
away from hindering any further activities.

“There, that’s better, but now I
feel overdressed.” The Pharaoh stated as he struggled out of his black silk
shirt, hampered by the menagerie of buckles he had to deal with.

“What in Ra’s name are you planning
to do with me? What could you possibly
do to make me stop loving Otogi?” Seto
demanded. Yami only got furious and backhanded the CEO clear across the face, a
small amount of blood began dripping from the taller man’s lip.

“You lie, he’s worthless!” Yami yelled before once again crushing his
lips to Seto’s, his tongue unable to get enough of the sweet nectar that was
Seto Kaiba’s blood. His gaze turned
predatory and he pulled Seto’s head harder into the kiss, his tongue forcing
its way into Seto’s mouth once all the blood was gone.

“But as far as what I am going
to do with you to force your mind into forgetting Otogi, the answer is
nothing. I have no intention of making
you forget him. Instead, it is my
desire to let you remember for yourself just how good you had it by taking you
hard and taking you fast. If my memory
serves me correctly, it’s the way you always loved to be taken.” Seto stayed still as death and paled to a
colour suitable for the undead as the words came out of Yami’s mouth.

“I mean, originally, the plan
was to have Otogi long dead before I moved in on you for the proverbial kill;
however, a much better opportunity presented itself before my first objective
could be realized and, in light of recent events, I couldn’t, in good faith,
let this chance pass me by. Besides,
I’ve already tried to dispose of Otogi – twice. I would have never thought he would be such a hard little bastard
to get rid of, and by get rid of, I mean kill. But I figured I might as well go after you anyway, you must know
– any port in a storm and all that.”

A soft growl started in the back
of Seto’s throat.

“Mark my words, if you so much
as touch him, I will kill you. Hell, if
you do what you say you’re going to, I’m going to kill you anyway!” Seto growled menacingly.

“Temper, temper, my pretty
little plaything, all that anger is bound to give you wrinkles one of these
days. And the last thing I need is for
you to go and get ugly on me. Besides,
the last time I checked, you are in no position to be making such
threats.” Yami cooed in the way only he
knew how.

“What do I have to do to make
you go away and guarantee Otogi’s safety?”
Seto pleaded, tears already unshed in his eyes.

“Submit to me.”

“What?”

“Be my willing slave. Let me show you your past.”

The brunette cringed, “Do I have
a choice?”

“Not really.”

Defeated, Seto let his eyes fall
shut and he lowered his head, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

“Very well, if it keeps him
safe… I am yours to do with as you wish… my master.”

The unshed tears in Seto’s eyes
finally began to flow freely as his body was ravaged by both a fury of silent
sobs and the mouth of an overzealous former Pharaoh. Yami had closed his lips over one pink nipple, setting his dagger
to the side for a moment as he toyed with the two hard little nubs before
him. He let his tongue slip out from
between his lips and tease the CEO before beginning to suckle the warm area
while letting his other hand massage the muscles under the other nub’s twin,
rolling it between his fingers. All the
while, never letting his eyes leave his brunette’s pain and guilt-stricken
face.

Torn between his body’s bliss
and his mind’s agony, Seto couldn’t help but lift his eyes to where cobalt met
crimson and Yami’s feral instincts were threatening to take over. Under the Pharaoh’s ministrations, Seto let
out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and Yami’s smirk only
widened as he moved his sexual assault in a hot, wet trail of kisses down his
sternum all the way to the ivory skin of his captive’s navel, covering it with
his mouth and surrounding the area with his hot breath, swirling his tongue
around every so often to keep Seto interested.
But of course, this was simply a diversion, distracting his slave from
his true goal.

His hands raked over the front
of Seto’s pants, searching for a zipper, buttons, anything that could be used
to open the black leather encasing around those long lithe legs belonging to
the young executive. Finding nothing,
the dark spirit quickly became more and more frustrated and let his hands trail
over to where the taut cords laced the leather together.

After a moment of trying
unsuccessfully to try and manipulate the silver strings, the Pharaoh
discovered, much to his disappointment, Seto had had some difficulty tying his
own pants together. Instead, he had two
very secure double knots on either side of his pants as opposed to the elegant
bows the CEO would have been known for.
Evidently, Seto didn’t want his pants coming apart until just the right time. To emphasize his displeasure, Yami pulled
one of the cords back far enough to let it go and content himself with the
satisfying snapping sound which resonated through the room, coupled with the
cry of surprise and pain which came from Seto’s throat. The dark sprit smirked as he kissed over
Seto’s arousal and down his leg, moving the cord to the side to lick over the
bright red mark where the CEO was snapped by his own pants.

Despite both his physical and
emotional distress, Seto couldn’t help but be intrigued as Yami suddenly got
off him and stood over his lissome body.
His eyes practically bugged out as the miniature monarch’s hips began to
sway back and forth as his hands started to undo every last one of his buckles
and belts with meticulous, almost practiced, precision. He twisted his body into several awkward
positions while his hands attacked the zippers and he casually peeled his pants
off, leaving him in all his splendor before Seto, who didn’t know if he should
be shocked, scared, or aroused as he stared up at Yami who was more
well-endowed that his choices of clothing let on. Seto let out another small sound of surprised as Yami swooped
down and grabbed his trusty knife.

“You know, these are just going
to have to go.”

With a few swift slashes, the formerly proud laces
along the brunette’s legs fell away from the legs they had previously been
covering. Yami simply grabbed the side
of the pants and pulled them off before throwing one of his legs over the CEO’s
body and settling down over Seto’s hips, fully taking in the truly beautiful
creature beneath him in all his glory.

“My, Seto, you’ve been working out, haven’t
you?” Yami drawled.

“Get on with it.”
Seto growled in response.

“Oh, this will be fun!” Yami said, clapping happily, “I remember your body so well
already.” He said, lazily running his
fingers over Seto’s abdominal muscles.

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating. I mean, back in Egypt, you must have had a
plethora of pleasure slaves, you know, being Pharaoh and all…”

“Of course not, darling. I had cousins for that.” Yami replied, smirking and generally looking
sexy.

“Gods, Yami! What in Ra’s name are you talking about?”

“How do you think your former
self managed to get the title of High Priest, my dear cousin?” Yami replied, twirling the dagger in his
hands for the hundredth time before an idea sparked itself in his mind.

Seto let out a lory ory of pain
as a sharp, searing pain in his chest engulfed his entire being. He looked down to find a very deep and wide
slash mark right over where his heart should be. Seto’s eyes widened as he saw the dagger slicing a red trail
across Yami’s palm while the Pharaoh winced in obvious pain. Both men gasped as the spirit pressed his
bloody hand down onto Seto’s gaping chest wound.

“I should have done this a long
time ago.” Yami said as he forced the
two injuries closer together, “Now everything will be as it was so long agoe’ree’re once again related by blood and soon you’ll join me in my bed… Or at
least I’m going to be deep inside you – where I belong.”

Well, that made Seto cringe and
he tried again to free himself.

“Remember love, unless you’re
screaming my name, if you struggle, I get another Otogi-sized soul to send into
the darkness. And I very much enjoy
doing that.” Yami cautioned, sliding a
little farther down Seto’s sweat-slicked body and carefully taking the head of
his previously neglected arousal into his mouth, delicately licking up all the
precum, which had gathered at the tip of the throbbing organ.

No matter how much Seto’s mind
didn’t want this, his body sure as hell did.
Nobody knew if the mind or the body was in control when Seto let o
cr
cry as Yami decided to tease the azure-eyed man’s slit with his tongue, being
careful not to hurt his pretty little toy while he moved the little protective
flap aside to continue his assault.

Before long, the Pharaoh tired
of that game and decided to move onto something a little more befitting of the
title he had earned at Duelist Kingdom.
Turning his lust-clouded gaze in back in Seto’s direction, he smiled as
he suddenly took the distraught and torn CEO all the way down his throat,
earning a surprised noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan; apparently,
the Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber had been so bold as to try such a groin-grabbingly
transcendent technique, one tantamount to the sexual bliss of intercourse
itself. The length in his mouth began
to twitch and spasm, bringing Yami to the realization of how close they both
were, even Seto’s leg knew because Yami had been grinding himself onto it for
quite some time now.

Reluctantly, Yami let Seto’s
erection fall delicately from his lips.
First, the action earned a gasp from the blue-eyed High Priest as the
brisk air of the room brushed against his aching manhood, but then, even Yami
was amused by the next sound to fall from his beloved’s lips – a whimper.

“Oh, so you liked that, did
you? Gods, I love the way you
taste.” Yami purred, grasping Seto’s
slim hips firmly, “Then you’re going to love what’s coming next.”

Blue eyes which had previously
fallen closed in something akin to ecstasy, snapped open only to catch the pure
lust and obsessive adoration in the crimson depths as Yami mercilessly plunged
his swollen member deep within Seto’s tight heat – a heat which hadn’t really
been exercised since the first night he had spent with his ebony-haired lover,
who had chosen to typically be the submissive party when the two made love,
which was a rather frequent occurrence at the Kaiba household. Of course this tore a cry from the CEO’s
hoarse throat as his Ancient Egyptian counterpart’s cousin began roughly
thrusting into him with a seeming lack of regard for Seto’s personal
bubble. Seto screamed every time Yami
pushed inside of him, he could feel all the muscles in his entrance
individually trying to repel the intruder, but ripping and tearing under it’s
mighty wrath, which only managed to send the dark sprit into a raging
bloodlust-induced frenzy, his vicious thrusts becoming easier and easier due to
all the blood practically pouring from between Seto’s long, elegant legs,
lubricating the tight channel for Yami to abuse at his will. Seto cried out again and again as the
sex-driven former Pharaoh raked his deliberately sharpened nails along the
sensitive skin of Seto’s sides, sure to leave trails of blood in their
wake. The nails finally came to rest on
Seto’s hips, digging deeply into the flesh and painfully tearing it whenever
those nails happened to move, which just so happened to be every time Yami
moved. This created more and more
wounds, which meant more and more of Seto’s blood would stain the white carpet.

Knowing full well what was going
on, Seto tried to scream every time he felt the spirit move inside of him,
almost an ethereal feeling as that he couldn’t explain. Almost instinctively, the CEO grabbed the
other’s shoulders and dug his fingernails into the tanned flesh, cursing
himself for not taking better care of his nails as they barely marked the soft
expanse. He sighed and wrapped his legs
around the Pharaoh’s waist, trying desperately to keep the invasion of his most
sacred area to a minimum. There was
only one person who had the privilege to be inside him and it sure as hell
wasn’t Yami.

Not to be undone by the actions
of his current pleasure slave, the pace with which the spirit of the Millennium
Puzzle began rocking his hips faster and faster against the brunette’s
practically virgin muscles. The tearing
of human flesh was almost audible to his ears, even over Seto’s now frantic
screaming. Even so, the brunette looked
strangely alluring in his current position, trying to fight Yami and trying to
save what is left of his precious sanity at the same time, the way his hair was
neatly plastered to his face and how his eye lids managed to crack open every
so often and reveal the most stumbling blue eyes the Pharaoh had ever seen
since the ancient times when a certain High Priest stole his heart and made his
soul sore. He vowed it to himself – he
would have that again.

“Shh… don’t worry my love; it
will only get better from here.” Yami
tried to hush Seto with very little success.
Instead, his body was beginning to pulsate with the very essence of
pleasure, he knew he was close.

But perhaps salvation was not
too far away as suddenly Yami stopped and the door swung open…

 

 

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Sekura:
Never mind your reviewers, I hate
you.

You know you
loooooooooooooove me.

Sekura: what goes on inside your head?

Who knooooooooooooooooooows?

Sekura: You’ve been watching too much Japanese
Pegasus… What could have possessed you to do that?

Pocky.

Sekura:
You’re on something, but I doubt it’s pocky… In fact, you’re either on sugar,
or crack… I can’t decide.

*Does Witty Phantom Happy
Dance™*

Sekura: someone help me… please…

I’m
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

 

Karen: *Holding off vicious fangirls* Don’t you dare try to hurt him!

LD: Anyway!
That is our job ^_^