Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: WOW. Here’s the deal: First and foremost, every review I’ve gotten for this has been encouraging and beautiful, from single lines to paragraphs, and I thank everyone who’s reading this… LOOK how many hits I’ve gotten for this… I think last chapter was one of my favorites, too. And it did end a little evilly. Second, Kat, those lyrics you sent me are terrific, and I am SO going to use them. So thank you very much. Thirdly, Spyke and Dirty D, thank you for being my first two official fangirls. Cami,anteanted to write a Yugi/Ryou lemon… but I didn’t know how it would fit into this chaos. Then a BRILLANT idea surfaced. So yes, there will be one in the next chapter… although it will appear in an “interesting” way. I feel as if I have to write this lemon, because these Seto/Yami lemons are hurting me. Although I enjoy writing them. Hahaha, Cum Slut. I’m addicted to writing this… if that’s possible… Usually by the third or fourth chapter I know how long my stories are going to be… this one… I haven’t a clue. It won’t be the great icanican novel… but it won’t be over next chapter either. Guys, I swear in starting to write this… I told myself, Shakirah (my real name) LAY OFF THE ANGST. Give it a rest, at least for this story. Damn it it seeped in anyway. I have a theory though, to me… nothing I write is angsty, but that’s because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet when I read angst I’m like… please (insert author’s name here) make the pain end. This has been an experience. I have never been in a toxic relationship. Sex is a very powerful thing. I think I’ve been in a slightly dark mood… not that this story is dark. But that may be why this is turning into what it is. I still am all for a happy ending… or at least not a depressing one. This rant is long… I apologize. I just felt like I had so much to get off my chest. So we rejoin these characters I don’t own on Sunday afternoon, the start of another damaging week. And, let me warn you all now, this chapter’s a little long and a little intense.


Songs: The chapter title comes from R&B singer, Ginuwine, and his lyrics are in here as well. But I had to add Ludicrous too… And DMB’s song Crash Into Me… I just couldn’t pick one song… If you’ve never heard these songs, I recommend you download them… they’re good listening. ^_^

Disclaimer: I don’t see why I HAVE to say it. But I will… Me no own Yugioh, or songs… or lyrics… or anything else worth money except my car. Damn it.

Chapter 4: Sex

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
that's the way you like to fuck
fogged up all alert
rip the pants and rip the shirt
ruff sex make it hurt

~ What’s Your Fantasy
Ludicrous


“Bakura, what’s wrong?” Yugi asked. Yugi and Ryou looked up from their chess game to watch Bakura storm into the kitchen.

“Do you have any idea how long I stayed out there, waiting for him to leave?”

“Waiting for who to leave?” Ryou asked.

“Yami’s fucker. I waited forever. That damn car didnove.ove.”

“What car?”

“Sports car across the street.”

“Kura, that’s Yugi’s neighbor’s car. They just got it like two days ago.”

Bakura’s eyes glowed red. Yugi and Ryou shrunk back in their seats. The tomb robber looked about ready to kill someone.

“I take it you’re no closer to finding out who Yami’s boyfriend is?” Yugi asked, softly.

“I will out out, Yugi. I won’t rest until I do. He’s going to regret the day he came into contact with this person. How dare he. It should have been me.”

Ryou and Yugi exchanged a look.

“Kura, what are you saying?” Ryou sounded as desperate as Yugi looked.

“That fucking pharaoh. I always imagined being there the moment he broke. Now all I can do is watch him walk around like he’s got a dick shoved up his ass.” Ryou and Yugi said nothing. “Let’s not pussy foot around the facts anymore. He’s seeing this guy two or three times a day…he’s obviously in a violent situation, given the bruising…fuck…he’s probably some guy’s slave.”

“You’re acting silly, Bakura. Yami and I had a conversation about it yesterday. He told me that he can’t tell me who it is because that person can’t afford for anyone to know.”

“He can’t tell you who it is, because he’ll probably be beaten for it.”

Yugi looked away.

“Why don’t you go home, Bakura. I’ve had quite enough of you.”

“Ryou, it’s time Yugi faces the facts. His precious yami is getting fucked three ways from ay eay every fucking day. He’s in an abusive situation… the fool isn’t even eating anymore. Probably has to get permission.”

“Enough, Bakura! You told us you were going to help Yugi, instead you’re making him feel worse. So get out. You’re a whole lot of talk, you claimed you could figure out who it was. It’s been a week. You’re just jealous that you don’t have anyone to care for you.”

“Care for me? Ryou, have you taken a look at Yami lately?”

“Yes, I have. We all have. And we’re all very worried, but the only way we’re going to be able to help him is to show him we’re there for him, and by you doing what you promised you’d do. Find out who it is. Once we know that, we can access what to do next. Right now, we don’t even have proof he’s having sex with anyone. For all we know he really could be having accidents. You don’t live up to your boasts, Bakura. I’m disappointed.”

“I will find out who Yami’s screwing. It’s only a matter of time. He’s already made a couple of slips… I’m close.”

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Yami grabbed the door and locked it behind himself. Even at 2 am he couldn’t be too careful. Apparently, Bakura had camped out waiting for the owner of a jaguar to come to his car Saturday night.

Seto had exited Yami’s house through the back door, crossed a few yards, and wound up on another street, his eclipse safely tucked away under a sakura tree.

Bakura had been pretty mad, indeed.

Fortunate for both Seto and him, Seto had had the foresight to anticipate the movements of their personal stalker and dodge him. But that had been simply luck. The fact that Bakura had figured the person drove around in a sports car meant he was doing his homework. He had probably seen Yami duck into the limo on more than one occasion.

He was close.

Yami was sure he wasn’t being followed, there were no cars behind him, still, his nervous glances into the car rearview mirror could not be helped.

He turned on the car’s CD player, knowing music would calm his nerves.

I want it all the time, it's always on my mind
It's just a part of me, Sex I Love
I love it anywhere, the bed, the floor, a chair
It's just a part of me, Sex I Love

Yami hit the eject button and turned the radio on.

You've got your ball,
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again

Yami listened to the words, frowning. This was a punishment from the Gods… he had pissed someone off upstairs, he could only imagine who.

Oh, and you come crash into me
And I come into you
And I come into you

He’d ride in silence. Fuck it.

Fue…See…Seto…fuck me…hurt me…

2 am.

And he was going to meet his lover. Seto would be the dominant one tonight. Yami figured he owed it to him after his little stunt on Saturday. And he didn’t mind the little game they played when they met late at night like this.

Yami parked his car into the nearly abandoned parking lot. They could never do things normally, there always had to be some kind of secret spy shit going on before they fucked.

“We can’t take any chances. I’m never letting anyone know about us, Yami…”

He had to make it quick, before the Domino City police spotted him. This park was a hot spot for teenage interlopers who had no choice but to meet here after hours for their sexual escapades. Yami snorted… certainly the police would understand that he wasn’t doing this out of choice.

He needed Seto Kaiba. He was addicted.

He walked towards the Navigator. He opened the passenger side door and slipped inside. The headlights flashed back to life, and the car shifted into reverse. They couldn’t just fuck in the parking lot, Seto didn’t like taking chances….

And this was a good excuse for Seto to do a little “off road” driving.

They couldn’t meet at Yami’s house, with Bakura keeping watch all the time. And Seto’s staff had definitely noticed a change in their employer. Three of the staff members had inquired about the bite mark on Seto’s neck that just didn’t seem to want to heal. Of course Yami’s teeth made sure that it didn’t. So the CEO devised this plan. Meet in the park, and fuck in the car like two horny teenagers.

Of course since this was Seto’s plan, it just didn’t end there. Certainly people were caught all the time having sex in the park after dark, probably nightly during the summer months. Cop cars patrolled the parking lots regularly.

Which was why Seto decided they’d do it in the car while the car was parked in the woods.

The SUV made it’s way onto the grass and rumbled onto one of the bike trails. The thing was barely wide enough for cyclists, let alone for a huge truck. But Seto didn’t really give a shit, and they traveled deeper into the woods. Once they arrived in their favorite spot Seto turned it off.

That first night it had taken a good half hour to find a suitable resting place. They had only done this three or four times. But this was better than a motel, and a lot kinkier. They’d never get caught hidden amongst the trees.

The CEO turned off the headlights, and they sat silently in darkness for a moment.

Yami wasn’t sure if Seto just wanted to get right into it or if he wanted to talk first. We will talk about this, Yami…you lost control last night. Yami really didn’t want to, but he knew it would come up eventually. It was all a matter of figuring out if Seto was in character or not. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“How much do you want?” Seto asked, answering Yami’s question. He wanted to play their game first. “What’s your going rate?”

“How much you got?” Yami asked, easily slipping into his role. Seto regarded him for a moment and then pulled out his wallet. He flashed Yami some large bills. “That’s barely enough to get your nuts licked.”

“You have some nerve.”

“I come highly recommended.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck.” Yami and Seto held eye contact.

“You get what you pay for,” Yami mentioned in his seductively deep voice.

“What exactly is it that I get?” Seto asked. “How do I know this will be a good investment?”

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

“Anything I want and you’ll do it?”

“Long as you pay properly. Yes. You must not pay for it very often.”

“I usually don’t have to. But you’re right, you came highly recommended.” Yami smiled, slipping out of character a little. Seto gave Yami a look and Yami’s stonewall was back up.

“So, tell me, what do you want?”

“Everything.”

“Well, I have a very reasonable combo I could offer you. I call it my “around the world in eighty minutes” package.” It was Seto’s turn to smirk. Yami narrowed his eyes and Seto frowned.

“Fine. Let’s get to it.”

“The money. Put it on the dashboard.” Seto narrowed his eyes but placed the money down. He slipped his wallet into the center console. “Okay then. We’re ready to go.”

Seto unzipped his fly and pulled out his already hardened flesh. “How many times have you done this tonight?” Seto asked, stroking himself leisurely.

“You’re my first.”

“Lucky me.” Seto continued his strokes, knowing Yami was enjoying the show. They both enjoyed this game very much.

“You want some help with that, Big Boy?” Yami asked, shifting in his seat.

“You like dick a lot don’t you?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Why else would one choose to be a prostitute?” Yami and Seto exchanged a look, Yami blushed a little. “Tell me. Tell me about how much you like it.”

“Dick’s been my only real friend. It’s never mistreated me. It never forgets to call. It’s not asking for much. And besides, fucking is my favorite hobby. I just thought, Hell, if I’m going to fuck anyway, I mine as well get paid for my services.”

“Why’d you choose Bottom’s First escort service?” Yami actually laughed a little at that. Seto was trying to get him to loose his concentration. They never finished this game all the way through cause one of them either couldn’t keep a straight face or got too aroused to go on.

“Are you writing my biography or do you want to experience the best ass you’ve ever had.”

“Well, with a statement like that I can only hope you live up to your boasts. Otherwise, I’m going to want a refund.”

“You really are new at this aren’t you? I guess CEO’s like you just find office assistants to bone.”

“You recognized me?”

“Of course I did. Our clientele is a who’s who of Domino City.” Seto smiled a little and exposed more of his penis. “Are we done playing 21 questions?”

“Eager?”

“Busy. I have other customers lined up for tonight.”

“How many?”

“Eighteen.” Yami and Seto both smirked at Yami’s joke.

“Do you want this?” Seto asked, quickening his movements a little.

“Of course I do. Nothing better than a big cock for me to play with.”

“Suck on it a little.” Yami smiled and leaned over Seto, engulfing the shaft in one smooth movement. Yami opened his mouth a little wider and slid all the way down, swallowing the rest of Seto’s cock in one gulp. The taste of pre-cum overwhelmed his senses, as he got adjusted to the feel of Seto’s throbbing member lodged in his throat. Seto moaned at the movement of being deep throated. “Quite the expert cock sucker.”

“Mmm hmmm,” Yami replied in a muffled voice. One of Seto’s hands found it’s way into Yami’s hair, the other gripped the steering wheel. Yami tried to stay in his role, despite Seto’s thrusting. A real gigolo took it without a problem.

Seto could sense Yami’s struggle. “Easy. I don’t want to come just yet.” Yami lifted his head up and moved it enough that he could try something else. His tongue reached out and touched the base of Seto’s package. Seto shivered. There was nothing better than letting Yami lick his balls. They had both learned a few sexual tricks in the last month of being together. Experimenting whenever possible.

Seto moaned again, feeling Yami’s lips press against that most private of places. Yami’s lips parted and Seto had to hold the steering wheel with both hands in a vice-like grip as Yami took his left side into his mouth. His tongue lashed over the captured ball as Seto moaned harder. “Shit…fuck…Yami…Goddamn…”

Yami removed his mouth. “How is it you know my name?” Yami asked, teasingly.

“Get back to work, and shut up.” Yami laughed and dipped his head back down into Seto’s lap. Picking up where he left off. Seto let his head rest on the back of his seat. There was something erotic about being sucked off in his car. If Yami wasn’t so damn good at it he’d make his lover do it while he drove. Of course Yami’s tongue and warm moist mouth was so fantastic they’d wind up wrapped around a tree.

Yami was back at his dick, kissing up and down the overly sensitive meat with vigor.

“I think I’ve had enough.”

“It’s your money.” Yami sat up. He wiped some of the traces of Seto’s excitement onto his arm.

“Enjoyed that, did you?”

“Very much. Pre-cum’s one of my favorite beverages. Of course it always makes me hungry for the real thing.”

“Maybe if I’m in a giving mood I’ll give you a drink when we’re just about finished here.” Yami smirked.

“Well, you want to go here, or into the back.”

“The back.” Yami moved to crawl over… “Easy, let me see you first.”

Yami slipped out of his clothes easily. Seto smiled. “Not bad.” Yami crawled over the seat, and lay on the floor of the SUV. Seto had taken the time to lay down a bundle of blankets for them to rest on. Seto undressed and followed Yami into the back.

“So, how do you want to go, Sexy?” Yami asked, smiling in that mouth-watering way he was so good at.

“Get on your hands and knees, you tri-haired whore.” Yami had to bite his lip to keep from saying something, this was the farthest they had ever gotten in this game, before it all came apart. Yami and Seto never fucked like this. Yami found the whole thing much too submissive.

“There a problem, Slut?” Seto asked.

“That’s going to cost you extra.”

“I don’t have anymore money.”

“Well then, I’d say you’re shit out of luck.”

“You told me I’d get whatever I wanted. And I want you. On your knees like a dog.”

“Fuck you.”

“Uh uh uh, that is no way to talk to your John. I’d say you’re just about starting to piss me off. Anymore complaints and I’m going to have to tell your pimp.”

“I’m not doing that with you, so you can forget it.”

“Keep this up, Slut, and you can forget the tip.”

“I’m surprised you don’t want to be taken, an uptight CEO like you seems like the type that would want to take it up the ass in his stretch limo.”

Seto narrowed his eyes, and then pounced on Yami, suddenly. Yami was pushed onto the floor of the truck as Seto littered him with warm kisses. Yami’s legs wrapped around his lover and he delivered his own set of wet kisses. The two got into it, making obscene sucking noises with their hungry mouths.

“Give me your wet cock, Sexy,” Yami moaned. He wasn’t sure if he was Yami the prostitue, Yami Seto’s personal whore, Yami the dominant, Yami the masochist… maybe he was all of them…none of them…he wasn’t sure.

“Want this, Baby?” Seto answered, rubbing his le aga against Yami’s own hard-on.

“Oh hells yes…do it, Seto…”

“How is it you know my name, Slut…”

“Shut up and take me…hard.”

“I told you I want you on your hands and knees…”

“You prick…you’re two seconds from me taking you…so I suggest you shut the fuck up…”

“Just for that, Baby, I’m going to make you beg for it.” Seto unwrapped Yami’s legs from his waist, and forced Yami onto his stomach. Yami panted, already worked up. “Get up…”

“No.”

“Do it…come on, Baby…I’ll make it worth your while…and look, no cock ring tonight.” Yami sighed and got onto his hands and knees like the good little Cum Slut Seto expected him to be. Hell, he was even wearing the Cum Slut choker.

Yami had a feeling he knew what Seto was thinking, but he wasn’t prepared for the almost reverent way in which he went about it. He parted Yami’s ass cheeks, then came the hesitant, shy little licks along the sides...as he prepared himself for what he was about to do. He rarely did this for Yami. And certainly Yami was the only person Seto had ever wanted to pleasure in such a way…but his Baby was being well behaved tonight, and he did deserve a reward.

Yami felt the tongue drive deep inside of him…almost searching for something… “Ra…Seto…” This was good, really good…he couldn’t remember the last time Seto had done this to him…and this was turning out better than that first night. Yami’s thoughts left him as that hot, wet tongue began fully scouring his inner walls, drg hig him out of his mind in pleasure. Yami leaned over a little, bracing himself a little better as Seto worshipped his ass.

“Don’t stop… please…Seto…it’s so good…Oh Ra…Seto…” He loved this boy…loved him more than anything in the entire world…Seto was a god…a god sent just for him… “Shit….um…more…”

Yami was more than a little disappointed when the rim job ended. “You want more, Slut?” Seto asked, digging around to find the lube he had placed back in a cargo pocket on the side of his truck.

“More, Gods…more…fuck me raw…”

Finding the lost tube Seto squeezed a generous amount onto his penis and smirked. Yami’s wish was his command.

“I meant what I said about begging for it, Baby.”

“You are a piece of shit, who can go fuck himself.”

“That’s not going to cut it, Yami.”

“Fuck you, I’m not begging for it.”

“A good dog knows how to beg.”

“I’m not a dog, you bastard.”

“You have on a collar with your name on it, you’re in a doggie style position…your little asshole is sitting in my face, begging for a bone. I’d say you make the perfect pouch.”

“If you don’t fuck me right now…”

“Threats again, Yami? I thought we were past all that.”

Yami wasn’t sure what to do…should he fight Seto…or just give in…Seto never gave in…Yami giving in was a sign of weakness… Yami rolled over and crawled over to Seto. Seto knew if he didn’t watch himself, he was going to wind up with another bloody li

“You underestimate how strong I am, Seto,” Yami remarked darkly.

“Mood swings much.”

“Why do you take such pleasure in degrading me?”

“Degrading you? It’s not degrading if you’re asking for it…begging for it…if I recall this afternoon’s conversation you were whining on the phone saying you needed me inside of you. You degrade yourself, Yami…”

“You made me this way.”

“And you loved every fucking moment of it.” Seto pushed him hard before Yami had a chance to strike him. “Now turn around, before I really hurt you. You get away with too much. One of these days you’re really going to get it, Yami…I’m going to fuck you until you die…”

“Don’t talk about it…be about it, Prick…”

“You want it, Slut?”

“Bring it, Bitch…” Seto smirked. He tackled Yami, Yami not giving up without a fight. If Seto wanted to hurt him he was going to have to earn that right. But damn it if he didn’t want to feel that delicious burning inside of him.

Seto screamed as Yami bit him on his favorite shoulder. “Fuck…you son of a bitch…you fucking broke the skin again…damn it…” Yami laughed, traces of Seto’s blood lining his lips. Seto narrowed his eyes at his psychotic other…Gods, Yami was just too fucking hot with his blood on his lips.

“Taste it, Seto…” Yami demanded. Seto leaned in and kissed Yami, trying to get the upper hand…the taste of himself on Yami was intoxicating…Hell, maybe the two of them were vampires or something.

Yami dominated the kiss and successively managed to get access to Seto’s shoulder so he could lap up more blood. Seto moanedthe the feeling.

“You want me to fuck you, Pretty Boy?” Yami asked, leaning over, pushing Seto onto his back. Gods…not again… “Maybe I should show you what happens when you don’t keep your dogs on a leash…”

“Yami…fuck…no…you’re not taking me…”

“I take anything that belongs to me…” Seto was losing control, and if he didn’t do something soon, Yami was going to do it. Yami smirked at the look on Seto’s face. Yami was the fuck toy tonight, not him…and he was going to Yam Yami back in his place. Just as Yami crawled on top of him, Seto grabbed Yami’s leg and flipped them over, Yami groaning.

“You’re going to hurt tonight, Yami…” Seto promised huskily. Then Seto took a page out of Yami’s playbook and bit the shorter teen’s lips. Yami screamed and moaned. Ra…he didn’t want that pain to stop.

“Hurt me, Sexy…” Yami demanded, quickly going back to being submissive.

“Get on your hands and knees and I will.” Yami complied, willingly. “Fuck me like you mean it…”

“Oh, I will, Slut.” The head of Seto’s arousal pushed easily into the opening, Yami was so worked up he didn’t have time to panic and tense. There was still the familiar pain, but pleasure overrode most of it as Seto seated himself inside of his lover. He didn’t give Yami any time to get used to it and pushed hard, lodging half of his dick inside of that incredible tightness.

“Fuck…so good…”

“Pretty tight for a slut…” A couple of more hard thrusts and Yami knew he had received every wonderful inch of Seto.

“Hurt me…Seto…violate me…”

“Take it like the slut you’ve always wanted to be…” Seto began moving quickly, pressing into the other from behind unrelentingly. “It burns, Baby?”

“Don’t let that burning stop…Seto…um…gods…” Yami crossed his arms, so that his hands gripped onto his elbows. Seto held onto Yami’s erection, reaching across the spirit. He loved Yami like this…wondering why he never thought to take him in this position before…oh well, there was a first time for everything…and with the sounds coming from the pharaoh…maybe they’d try this more often.

“Good little sluts obey…don’t they, Yami…”

“Yes…Seto…shit…harder…” Seto humped and pumped and pounded enthusiastically.

“They listen and follow orders…”

“Make it hurt…don’t ever stop…” Seto’s fat cock plunged in again and again.

“They beg and plead for their masters to take them, Yami…”

“Fuck…please…Seto…you don’t know how good it is…it’s so good…” Yami was sobbing…Seto didn’t seem to tire, his hips slammed against Yami’s butt, driving in every hard inch.

“Tell me what I need to hear, Baby…”

“Cum Slut needs his master….Seto…you’re everything…Gods…Seto…please…” Yami was crying, his tears falling with the beads of sweat. His head hung submissively low, every part of his body was on fire…but nothing reached the pinnacle that was the feeling inside of him…as Seto pounded him like he had been overtaken by a demon.

“Not good enough…I want more…”

“Seto…please…please…Seto…please…please…it hurts…it hurts…it feels so good…harder…let me come…”

“You want to come…”

“Yes…make me come…let me live up to my name…make me your Cum Slut all over again…” Seto pulled Yami’s flesh hard, Yami screaming as he released, collapsing from the pain and pleasure…he was about ready to die…Death could take him right now. He was crying and groaning…this was killing him…maybe Seto had fucked him to death.

“I haven’t come, Yami…” Seto began, his voice loYamiYami looked at him, his sweat laden body trembling…quivering from the effects of his orgasm… he was dying and falling and he wanted more…he needed Seto to finish.

“Then take me…hard…remind me of my place…This here has your name on it…” Yami stroked himself.

“Yami…” Seto couldn’t help but loose it a little. This was worse than last night…a lot worse…but he knew if he didn’t end this the way Yami wanted…a bloodied lip was going to be the least of his troubles. “Th “There a problem, Bitch?” Yami asked, sitting up, his crimson eyes flickering with evil. Seto looked away. This was turning fatal. This was way past reason now… “I asked you a question.”

“I hate you, Yami…do you know that, I hate you in the kind of way that makes me wish you were dead.”

“Kill me.”

“I will…when I have no more use for you.” Seto leaned over, Yami biting him. Seto screamed…and entered Yami again…the only way Yami’s biting would stop… “You just haven’t learned your lesson have you…you keep getting me worked up…one of these nights I’m going to kill you…”

“I wait for it…” Seto slammed the rest of the way in, Yami crying out so loud Seto feared the glass was going to break. “Use me…” he whispered, moaning.

The darkness in Seto took over and Seto slammed into Yami dangerously fast. Yami screamed in pain, and each one of his screams sent more of the darkness to the surface. If Yami wanted to be hurt he was going to get it tonight… Yami looked up into Seto’s eyes…his eyes wide…It was enough to slap Seto back into reality and he came at that moment…not from pleasure but from complete fear.

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Neither of them spoke as they cleaned up and redressed. Yami wanted nothing more than to go home and shower, and drown himself. They had gotten seriously close to really hurting him. If Yami hadn’t panicked when he did he would probably need to be rushed to the hospital at the moment. He knew he needed help, he knew that he lost control when Seto and him became intimate. But he had no idea why.

“Baby, come here please.” Seto opened his arms and Yami slipped onto the others lap, allowing Seto to hold him tightly. He heaved hard…knowing he would start crying in a moment…he’d show Seto just how weak he truly was. How much he was like a scared little boy.

“Lay down, Yami,” Seto said, softly, adjusting sat hat his lover could rest against him. They were in the back seat now…Seto afraid to let Yami go. “I think it’s time we talk about this, Baby,” Seto whispered.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Seto. I honestly don’t. I’ve never been this way before.” Yami was clinging onto Seto, lying in his arms, still in shock.

“Baby, I feel the same way you do. You bring out something in me that’s…deadly, to put it lightly. This isn’t about sex anymore Yami…it’s gone past that now…”

“What are we going to do, Seto…”

“What would you like to do? We could try to end this…or ease up on the amount of times we see each other a week.”

“Won’t work, Seto. We get like this if we’re denied access to each other for a few hours…could you imagine the rage build up if we were apart for days?” Seto nodded and pulled Yami closer to him. “Seto, do you really hate me?”

“I don’t know anymore. I don’t think I do. I guess I hate you for feeling this way.”

“Me too.”

“Baby…listen to me…we’re going to fix this. I prom”
”

“I don’t know if it can be fixed.”

“Baby…I just want to know why. What is with your fixation on pain?”

“It reminds me that I’m still alive, Seto.” Seto forced himself not to shudder. What the Hell was Yami talking about?

“Why won’t you let me be gentle with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Baby, I never want what happened just now to happen again. Do you understand? This ends here. In this truck. Never again.”

“I just. I…I’m so…I don’t know what’s happened to me…”

“Listen, baby…we’ll work through it. Okay. We’ll get it figured out. Baby, let me take you to lunch tomorrow so we can talk about this. We’ll go some place nice. Just make sure you wear a suit so I can pass the whole thing off as a business lunch.”

“Ra forbid someone finds out about this.”

“You hate being vulnerable around me, don’t you? Is that what it is, Yami?”

“That’s only part of it. I really do like feeling it burn. I know that may be hard to believe.”

“No, I can understand that. I enjoy your little love bites…as painful as they are…we’ll just have to figure out another way to feed your need for pain.”

“Maybe you should start using the riding crop.” Seto narrowed his eyes and moved so that Yami was forced to look up into his eyes.

“That’s not funny.” He was angry. Yami looked at him and sat up. “I don’t like seeing you with scratches on your back, I’ll be damned if you’re going to have welts.”

“I’m sorry, Seto,” Yami said, looking away, blushing. He wasn’t sure what to think of Seto’s sudden admission.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’m sorry, Baby.” Seto opened his arms back up and Yami crawled back into his warmth. I love you, Seto. And I hate you.

Yami turned so that his back faced the other, that way Seto could hold him in his favorite way, arm around his waist, against him.

“So where are we going to lunch?”

“I know this Italian place.”

“This isn’t a date or something is it?”

“No. I fully expect you to pay your own way, you little tramp.”

“Fucker.”

“Slut.”

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

“Prick.” Seto laughed and kissed Yami’s choker. “Just take it off…” Seto smiled and unbuckled the choker, tossing it into the front seat. He placed soft butterfly kisses on Yami’s neck, Yami sighing contently.

“I want to make it better…I want to take all your pain away…if you’ll let me…”

“I’ll let you..Seto…” Yami smiled, feeling Seto’s kisses find their way into his hair. “Make me feel good…please…”

“I will…I promise, Baby. It’s going to be better…”

I love you, Seto.

I’m going to make it perfect for you, Baby. I love you so much.

“Are you going soft on me, Seto? Are you getting weak?”

“I’m not the one begging like a whore for me to ram him up the ass.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re a slut.”

I hate you, Seto.

Yami, you make me despise you.

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“I was supposed to be meeting Seto Kaiba here,” Yami explained to the maitre d.

“Of course. He’s waiting for you in the private dining suite. Right this way sir.” Yami looked around. The place was huge, like no Italian restaurant he had ever been in before. It was the perfect place to wine and dine investors and other important business partners. Yami spotted his dragon sitting at a table for two, wearing a white suit, offsetting his cerulean eyes perfectly. Seto smiled amorously.

“Another glass of this please, Antonio.” Seto stood.

“Of course, Mr. Kaiba.” Seto walked around the table, and pulled out Yami’s chair. Yami’s heart did a triple beat and he sat down, letting the other push it in for him.

“So glad you could join me, Pharaoh,” Seto said, sitting down across from him. “You clean up nicely. It’s nice to see you when you’re not covered in semen.” Yami smirked.

“I forgot how gorgeous you look in white, Dragon,” Yami thought, meeting the crystal clear eyes looking in his direction.

“What happened to “sexy”?” Seto asked, mockingly.

“Now what kind of business lunch would that be if I were calling you that?” They smiled at each other.

“You’re a tease, Baby.” The waiter appeared with a drink for Yami. “Give us a few minutes.”

“Of course, Mr. Kaiba.”

Yami opened his menu. “What’s good here?”

“The left side of the menu.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Your superior bullshit won’t be tolerated today, Seto. I don’t care if we are in public.” Of course they had the dining area completely to themselves, but that was beside the point.

“You didn’t eat today, did you?” Seto was certainly famous for his blunt inquires.

“I had something.”

“Something what?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Yami. You know I don’t like that shit.”

“Why are you asking me if I ate? That has nothing to do with us having sex.”

“I don’t want to fuck a skeleton. So you better stop playing anorexic and start eating again.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you right back, Yami.”

“Why the Hell did I agree to come here. This is so stupid. And I know Bakura followed me. He saw me getting in the limo. He’s probably waiting out in the parking lot.”

“What did I tell you about paying better attention. What the fuck, Yami? Do you want him to find out about us?”

“Oh shut the shit up. I’m so sick of your crap. I can never please you can I…If I had called and canceled you would have thought I was dodging you.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t changed the subject every time we bring this up, Yami…and you please me just fine…when you’re quiet and not talking shit.”

“Well, Bakura saw me. Ra forbid I call the meeting off, and miss our first date.”

“Oh fuck you, Yami. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”

“Are you ready to order, Sir?” The waiter asked. He had known Seto for years, and had gotten used to Seto’s temper.

“We’ll have penne with alfredo sauce.” Seto yanked the menu out of Yami’s hands and handed it to the waiter.

Yami looked away. This was a horrible idea. He wanted to leave. Fuck it, he’d tell Bakura who he was fucking. Maybe he’d fuck Bakura too just to piss Seto off.

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore, Yami. Can we just start over?” Yami looked at him and sighed. “I’m sorry, alright. I shouldn’t have picked a fight with you.” Yami narrowed his eyes, that had been slightly unexpected.

“Fine, we’ll start over.”

“You look nice, Yami.” Yami snorted. “What, I was trying to be polite. I like you in black, because it always makes your eyes look that much prettier.” Yami smiled a little.

“I thought you liked me naked…and writhing underneath you…”

“That’s my favorite sexy look for you.” Yami laughed.

“What did you order me, I didn’t bring a lot of money.”

“Now what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t pick up the tab? You don’t date much, do you?”

“I find it hard to find the time. All my free moments are spent sleeping with you.” Seto blushed. Fuck, he was blushing…this was…weird…what the Hell… “So, Seto, do you have any siblings, any pets?”

“A brother…no pets, unless you count my personal whore.” Seto met Yami’s eyes.

“Oh, you have a whore, do you? What’s he like?”

“Biggest slut you’d ever want to meet.” Their gaze held.

“More of a slut than you?”

“Me?”

“I hear you like it up the ass in the limo.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“No.” Yami snickered. “Seto, what’s wrong with us…why are we so…”

“I don’t know, Baby. When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.”

Yami sighed. He couldn’t’ avoid the subject forever. “I’m sorry about last night, Seto. I lost it, I know I scared you a little.”

“You scared me a lot.” Yami frowned. “Talk to me.”

“I just…I’ve become so consumed by you…I kind of need the pain so I don’t lose myself.”

“But you lose yourself even with the pain.”

“I know…I just…I feel like you shouldn’t just get control because you want me to play bitch…I feel like you have to make me do it. I like to be forced, Seto. I like when you punish your Cum Slut.”

Seto smiled. “Gods, I sure like to punish you.”

“I know.”

“Baby, I’ll try to give in a little more…not push you as hard, if you promise to try to keep yourself in check. You hurt me last night.”

“What the bite mark?”

“I wasn’t talking about physically, Yami.” Yami looked at Seto. Seto dropped his eyes. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry, Seto. Really. I know I pushed it last night.”

“Don’t let it happen again, Pharaoh.” Seto’s moment of vulnerability was gone. Yami narrowed his eyes. This was why he hated Seto so damn much. Fuck him. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time…

Yami’s thoughts were interrupted when Seto leaned over the table and kissed him softly. Yami moaned into the gentle kiss…it was unhurried and loving…patient…Seto rarely kissed him like this….and Ra if he didn’t love it. Finally Seto released his captive’s lips. “What the Hell were you doing?”

“What did it feel like, Slut?”

“We’re in public, the waiter could have come back in here.”

“What’s your point, Yami?”

“Nobody’s supposed to know…right?”

“And nobody does.”

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Bakura watched as Yami left the restaurant and got back into the limo. He was alone. Who the Hell had he met. The person he was sleeping with was obviously wealthy, and powerful. And it was somebody Yami didn’t want Yugi to know about. The only person it could possibly be was…

Seto Kaiba walked out of the restaurant, and headed towards his eclipse. Bakura’s smile widened to a toothy gleam. So…he had been right…this was who the pharaoh was with. The question was…what to do about it. Yami certainly had suffered while being with his lover, perhaps it was Kaiba’s turn to suffer.

Either way…one of them or maybe both of them were going to…damn, he hadn’t figured out what he wanted. He wanted hard evidence…pictures of them in a compromising position…tape recorded conversations…something. He’d get it…

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Lunch had gone…well, it hadn’t been great. They had fought on and off the entire time, Yami not sure if their chat was really going to solve anything. Things were only getting worse, it was clear they had reached a breaking point. It was only a matter of time before this crashed.

Yami was just getting dropped off at the corner when Seto’s eclipse rolled up along side of him. “What the Hell is he doing here?” Yami turned and looked at Seto…incredulously.

The window rolled down.

“Get in.”

Yami looked around and ducked inside.

“Are you crazy, what the Hell is wrong with you? What are you doing?” Seto kissed Yami, hard, tasting him again, they had gotten in another fight over lunch, and he hadn’t gotten to do this the way he wanted to. Yami melted into the embrace, working his hands into Seto’s hair. “Gods…Seto…”

“Yami…I…” Seto’s kisses were desperate.

“Someone’s going to see us…Seto…you have to stop…baby…please…”

“What did you say?” Seto pulled away abruptly.

“I said stop.”

“You called me baby.”

“What are you talking about, I’m sure I’ve called you that before.”

“Never.” Seto looked out the windshield. “You never call me that. Fuck, you only just started calling me, Sexy.”

“Seto…I…I didn’t think you…I mean…it’s not as if…Seto…”

“Get out. I can’t let someone see you in here. Bakura’s probably sitting in a tree or something, watching us right now.”

“Seto.”

Seto turned to look at him. “What did I just say, Yami?” Yami’s heart sank.

“Seto, why didn’t you tell me…I could have called you a pet-name…”

“Would you leave please?”

“Seto, I just don’t understand…I never…Seto, this has gotten really out of hand…you…you said it last night, this isn’t about sex anymore is it…Seto…”

“Get the fuck out of my car, you fucking slut!” Yami jumped. Seto’s eyes were icy, and deadly. “Of course this is about sex, why wouldn’t it be. I’m so sick of babying you, Yami. The next time you lose it you’ll get your wish. I will hurt you. Really hurt you, maybe then you’ll shut up. The onlasonason you should open your mouth is to take in my dick so you can suck on it until your blue in the fucking face.”

“I’m not saying it anymore, Seto,” Yami replied, darkly.

“Not saying what?”

“That I hate you.” Yami got out of the car, and slammed the door shut.

What the hell had that been about? Damn it, why had he flipped out like that. He had lost it the same way Yami had. This was…Shit. Seto turned off the car and jumped out.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“You just told me to get the fuck out of your car!”

“Get back here.”

“What the Hell is wrong with you, Seto? Huh! What the fuck is your problem. You fucking bipolar, bitch. Get help.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Damn Yam Yami!”

“Fuck it! Fuck you. It’s done. You hear me…fuck you…it’s fucking over.”

“Good, you masochistic little shit, I’m tired of you falling apart on me after I fuck you.”

“You called that fucking? I faked it you asshole. You couldn’t fuck your way out of a paper bag.”

“Say that shit again, Yami…”

“Get out of my face…or so help me… Mokuba’sng tng to be an only child.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Good, because I fucking hate you.”

“I wish you were dead…Yami…”

“Feelings entirely mutual.” Yami turned away. Seto stood standing there on the sidewalk…fuming. There was silence between them for a few minutes…neither one looked at the other.

“We need to go see someone about this, Seto…” Yami said softly, not looking into azure eyes.

“Baby…I…fuck it…this isn’t…it’s not working…”

“We fight like we’re married…we’re not even dating…could you imagine if you were actually my boyfriend?”

“One of us would be six feet under right now.”

“Seto…I…I can’t…I’m dying inside…”

“Me too, Baby…Gods, me too…”

“Hold me.” Seto looked at him. They were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, in plain view. Anyone, Bakura included could walk along. They were only a block from Yami’s house.

Seto opened his arms and felt complete, letting Yami in.

“Baby…we’ll see someone okay. We’ll wear disguises or something…this is too much…”

“Seto, just…please…Seto…it’s too much…”

“I know, Baby.”

“I just…I need you, Seto…”

“I need you too, Baby.”

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“Yami, you’re home.”

“Yes, Little One.” Yami regarded his aibou for a moment.

“Yami, I really want to talk about your behavior. You and your boyfriend are obviously getting pretty serious. When can I meet him?”

“I don’t know, Young One. Things are a little strained right now. But we’re working on it. I think things are finally going to get better, we’re really going to make an effort to get things back on track.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Yami. Speaking of boyfriends, Ryou wants to come over tomorrow night. Since grandpa’s not going to be home. Do you mind? I think tomorrow might be the night, if you know what I mean?”

“Ryou and you are finally going to have sex, Aibou?” Yami asked.

“No, we’re going to finish that 500 piece jigsaw puzzle.” Yugi rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Of course we’re having sex. At least, I hope so.”

“Just be careful.”

“I will. Are you going to meet him tonight? Your man?”

“We agreed to take the night off, Little One. Both of us need to spend quality time with our families.”

“Who me?” Yugi asked with a smile.

“Yes, you, Little One.” Then Yami reached over and tickled his light. Yugi squealed in delight.

Author’s Endnotes: Mood swings much? Yes, I know this chapter was an emotional roller coaster. If you thought that was bad…wait till next chapter…Yami and Seto are finally forced to deal with their problem head on…when something unexpected happens… And we get a little taste of what a loving, caring relationship Yugi and Ryou have in the meanwhile. Boy oh boy…. The next chapter is pretty much all done… I’ll post it sometime at the end of the week…probably Friday… but right now I must continue studying for my exam…wish me luck… and here’s some of the “fun” that will happen next time:


The bathroom door slammed into the wall as it made contact with his fist… Seto’s dinner plummeted into the porcelain bowl…he was falling…drowning…it sure as hell felt that way…

A clumsy hand pulled the last of the toilet paper off its roll, bringing it to his mouth… the paper flushed with the evidence of his sickened state…

He was back on the bed, shaking, trembling…that other lying there, his lover, his enemy, his soul mate… a fallen angel…a martyr for some unknown cause…

“Yami.” It was a question, a statement, an answer… a word…