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Seto sighed softly and shook his head as they left the room. He glanced down at Yami. "Was it so bad?" he asked softly. Yami frowned, looking up at Seto imploringly. "It wasn't you," he whispered, though his voice was firm. "I know it was for a good cause and all, but yes, it was so bad." He took Seto's hands in his, his frown fading, but not gone. Seto nodded, giving Yami an understanding look for a moment before it transformed into a mischievous grin. "So now are you going to drag me off to somewhere private and have your way with me?" Yami nodded firmly. "Yes, I am," he said, proceeding to do just that, losing his jacket on the stairs and toeing his boots off easily at the doorway to their room. The clothes from earlier were gone - the maid had already gotten to them. "Mm, excellent," he murmured, pressing Seto into the wall right beside the door. Seto chuckled softly as Yami pressed him against the wall, wrapping his arms around his lover tightly. "I do love it when you have your way with me..." he murmured, kissing Yami fiercely. Yami returned the embrace with equal passion, vocalizing his desire quite loudly. Which was bound to attract someone's attention. Namely Mokuba. The raven-haired boy opened his door, rubbing his eyes and squinting. When he saw the pair across the hall, he squeaked out a 'nii-sama' and blushed. Yami was vaguely aware of said squeaking and pulled back, looking over his shoulder. He bit his lip when he saw the younger boy. Seto groaned softly, blushing a bright red and resting his head on Yami's shoulder. "Why is it that you and I can't seem to get a moment alone?" he muttered to Yami. Yami shrugged. "I have no idea." Mokuba had stopped looking shocked now and was grinning slightly. "Keep it down," he said blithely. "I'm trying to sleep." He feigned a yawn and re-entered his room. Yami turned to Seto, brows raised. "You heard the boy," he said silkily, grabbing the front of Setshirshirt and pulling him inside bed bedroom. Seto laughed as he was dragged into the bedroom. "Mokuba will never cease to surpris..."..." he chuckled, nuzzling Yami's neck. Yami grinned, pushing Seto back onto the bed, the action playful. "Hmm, same here." He was suddenly feeling very playful, straddling Seto's hips loosely, one hand - palm down - on Seto's chest. "And I hope I don't stop surprising you either." Seto blinked up at Yami as he suddenly found himself on the bed. He shook his head,cklickling. "I don't think there'll be any danger of that for a long time..." Yami grinned. "Good to hear," he said, voice slightly husky. He lowered himself on top of Seto, hands traveling freely over the other. "We're alone, Seto," he pointed out, smiling toothily. "Finally," Seto purred, running his hands down Yami's back. Yami shuddered happily. "And I'll kill the first person that interrupts us," he said, no longer in the mood to be patient, instead quickly throwing all of Seto's clothes, along with his own, to the floor. "Painfully." "As long as it's not Mokuba," Seto said, not in the mood for patience either. He wanted Yami, and he wanted Yami *now*. "Now have your way with me, dammit, or I'll take care of it myself!" Yami grinned. "All right, so impatient," Yami said huffily. He lifted Seto's legs and without so much as another word, pressed forward. It wasn't as if it mattered anyway - and he had been waiting a long time now. Seto moaned softly as Yami pressed into him, enjoying the pain as much as the pleasure. 'I'm getting to be a masochist,' he thought to himself before thought became impossible. He pressed back against Yami, urging him to move. Yami obliged right away, searching for that pleasurable, perfect friction that only the one he was mated to could give. One hand reached up to lavish attention on Seto's arousal, slowly and thoroughly. He leaned over, kissing Seto fiercely. Seto returned fierfierce, passionate kiss, holding onto Yami tightly. The sensations his lover was inflicting on him were as delicious as his taste. Yami didn't stop moving once, his mouth and hands busy against Seto's skin constantly as he moved inside of him. He only let up when, suddenly, he climaxed, a softy cry on his lips. Seto reached his own climax moments after Yami with a soft growl, and lay on the bed panting softly. His hands traced random patterns over Yami's back as he nuzzled Yami's cheek gently. Which, in turn, caused the vampire to fairly purr in pleasure. "Ah, I hope we can steal more time alone," he said contently, his senses all hyper-active, making every touch feel like fire. "Soon, mm, often..." Seto chuckled softly. "Definitely often..." he murmured. "Or else I shall become very grumpy," Yami said coquettishly. "Which would be very, very bad," he added, voice low as one hand trailed down Seto's chest. "Well now, we wouldn't want that..." Seto grinned playfully, leaning down to nibble on Yami's neck. He tightened his muscles around Yami's arousal that was still embedded inside him teasingly. Yami shuddered. "Mm, do that again," he mumbled. "I'm sure that'll keep me from being grumpy." He returned the playful nibbles, nuzzling here and there. "Yes, that'll keep me from being grumpy..." Seto purred softly, tightening around Yami again, this time with a little squirm to create a bit of friction. "Anything for you, love..." Yami grinned mischievously, adding to the action by pressing into Seto a little further, barely moving at all as it was. "Of course. Anything for you as well." "Mmm..." Seto's eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the teasing moves. Abruptly, he thrust hard back against Yami with a soft gasp, a small smile on his lips. "Are you going to sleep or are we having sex again?" Yami asked, voice slightly breathless as he looked down at Seto bemusedly. Seto laughed huskily, nipping at Yami's lips playfully. "As if I could fall asleep in this position..." he purred, tightening around Yami once more. Yami mimicked Seto's purring, moving slowly inside of Seto now, setting up a languid, possibly infuriatingly so, pace. "As if you could fall asleep, period," he pointed out, though his voice was a bit disjointed with effort. Seto groaned softly, the slow pace beginning to drive him crazy. "Harder," he half pleaded, half demanded. Yami smirked, moving faster, though he was still increasing his speed very slowly. He gripped Seto's forearms, using their resistance to gain leverage against Seto, each thrust long and deep by now. Seto cried outtly tly with each deep thrust, squirming and pushing back against Yami, trying to get him to move faster, harder. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of his mate. Yami obviously thought the same, one hand traveling down Seto's stomach once again to wrap gracefully around his need, his touch to the sensitive area laborious and torturously slow and easy. He crooned softly as he moved, slowing a bit every so often, wanting this to last. Seto moaned, tossing his head back fortforth. "Yami... please..." The slow pace was driving him crazy. This last pleading cry from Seto seemed to set Yami loose as he fairly tore into Seto, his hand matching the rest of his actions. It didn't take very long at all for him to release, his neck arching backward as he did. The fierce actions of Yami brought Seto over the edge with a hoarse shout of hoverover's name, holding onto him tightly. Yami fell still on top of Seto, arms loosely resting on Seto's own as he let his breathing even out. "Oh, Seto..." he breathed, voice impossibly light. "I love you," he said, words firm though his voice was not. Seto smiled sweetly, nuzzling Yami's cheek. "As I love you..." He laughed breathlessly. "You don't know how odd it is for me to hear myself say that, but I do..." Yami smiled. "Well, if I can hear it from you, I'm happy," he said, pulling them into a sitting position. "And as much as I hate to say it, we do have some work to do..." he said, looking reluctant, even loathe to do anything about anything that didn't have something to do with Seto. Seto pouted slightly and held onto Yami tighter, burying his face against Yami's neck. Yami sighed, returning the embrace and resting his own head against Seto's shoulder, lips pressed to the crook of his neck. "We need to find them. Since I'm sure Yuugi and Jounouchi are busy..." "Jounouchi said they'd be out of the country by now..." Seto protested, not wanting to move. Yami sighed. "We should find out where they are at least..." Yami protested weakly. He paused, burying his face against Seto's chest now. "Bakura..." he began, sounding somewhat sick. "I just feel like we need to do this, for him." He shook his head. Seto sighed and stroked Yami's hair soothingly. "Yes... Bakura... I've no doubt he'd be happy to know for sure that they were gone for the time being..." "But maybe not..." Yami said thoughtfully. "Jounouchi did make an allusion to the fact that Bakura always lets them in. He may not want the sex, but he wants to be arouhem.hem. Kek is certainly twisted..." He sighed. "Though this would be much more difficult to deal with alone." He smiled up at Seto, kissing him softly. Seto smiled softly, returning the kiss. "But he also said that Bakura hates them... perhaps it's as much manipulation as anything else? The boy's unstable as it is, with watching his family murdered in front of him..." "I know, that's what I meant... it's horrible. I can't stand to see them mistreat their power like this." Yami bit his lip. "What do you think we should do now?" he asked, scoping out Seto's opinion. Seto frowned for a moment in thought. "I'm not sure..." he murmured, shaking his head slightly. "They won't be easy to deal with, and then there's the matter of the boy's twisted affections towards Kek... What would removing them do to him? It's... worrying, to say the least..." "Maybe we should talk to Bakura," Yami asked. "Find out how he feels whenever they aren't around." "That would probably be best..." Seto nodded. "But... do you think he's awake yet? He shouldn't be disturbed too soon, poor thing..." Yami tilted his head to the side. "Are you bartering for another round of sex?" he asked inquiringly, caught between seriousness and humor. His arms looped loosely around Seto's neck. "Whatever you want..." Seto laughed softly and kissed Yami gently but passionately. "Well, that wasn't my intention, but I certainly wouldn't mind... I really *am* concerned about Bakura..." He sighed softly. "He reminds me of Mokuba, in a way, so my brotherly instincts have kicked in..." Yami smiled. "That's understandable," he said softly. "They both need our protecting. Whatever it takes. We're the good guys, hm?" he asked, grinning and tilting his head to the side. Seto snickered slightly. "You're good? My love, while you may not be evil, you definitely will never fall under the definition of 'good.'" "We're not like them," Yami said fiercely, no doubt who he was talking about. "Though you are right," he smirked. "Far from good." Seto chuckled, nipping at Yami's neck again. "Yes... and I wouldn't have it any other way..." he grinned mischievously. "Good guys never would have as much fun..." "Not this kind of fun," Yami answered, indicating their deeply entwined state before falling back onto the bed, leaving Seto above him. "Poor them..." Seto purred, nuzzling Yami's neck for a moment before biting down gently, lapping at the trickle of blood. "Mmm... my mate..." This action automatically led Yami to bite Seto' neck, enjoying the euphoria that transpired when they drank one another's blood. He savored the rich taste, moaning softly. Seto gave a soft growl as Yami drank his blood, pulliway way only to kiss Yami fiercely, sharing the tastes between them. "You are mine, as I am yours... forever..." "Which is a very long time to have someone. Sure you won't get bored?" Yami asked, grinning as waves of pleasure echoed through him with every move Seto made. Seto snorted. "Bored? With you? Hah! Never." "Mm, same here. Which is good. But it still doesn't tell us, what now?" Yami asked again, tilting his head to the side, this action causing stray blood to flow off of his shoulder and onto his arm. Seto couldn't held but lick up the blood, not wanting to let any of it go to waste. He gave Yami a smoldering look with eyes that were beginning to turn violet, as red was seeping into them. "Perhaps we should let Bakura rest a bit longer...? After all, he did go through quite an ordeal..." "All right," Yami said, grinning, "We'll follow your lead."