Two Sides of the Looking Glass

Hey ALL! Sorry it's so short, but quality smut (is that an oxymoron?) is not easy to write. Enjoy!

I don't own them, they just live in my bed.
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Artemis was met by a Bentley and taken to a large house on the outskirts of Tokyo. Here, he could only assume, was where Seto and Mokuba lived. He was let out of the car and brought to a large oak door. This place was not unlike Fowl Manor, but nestled in trees rather than the sweeping lawns Artemis had grown up with. He was looking around, when he realized that he was very much alone. His escort had gone, leaving him to figure the manor out for himself. He opened the door, and saw a hall of black marble before him. Apparently, this was a side door. There was a silver ribbon on the floor, outlined in blue. He took this up, and followed it, looping the length over his arms. It led him up a flight of stairs, and to another oak door. There was a small envelope fixed to a bow the had been hung at the door’s center. On the envelope were painted symbols. Artemis knew this string of symbols well. It was his first name, in Japanese calligraphy. Artemis ped ped the ribbon, took the envelope, and read it aloud. “Go inside. Undress. Wait for me.” His Japanese was good, and he knew that he had read the note correctly. He opened the door.

The room was lined with candles, and there was a smell of sandalwood. He looked at the center of the room, and saw a large four-poster bed with an ornate headboard carved in the shapes of flowers, mostly roses. The heat of the room alone would have made him undress, but what met his hand as he brushed the sheets made him shiver in anticipation. Silk. He adored silk. He quickly shed his loafers, slacks, and polo shirt, and after neatly folding these, stood in his boxers, wondering if he should shed those, as well. He touched the silk sheets yet again, and cast his underwear to the floor as he flung himself on the bed. The feel of silk all over his body was overwhelming, and he moaned at the sensation of the fabric slithering against his skin. He then noticed what was on the night stand. There were an assortment of bottles there, all labeled in neat calligraphy. “Sandalwood . . . Isis . . . Egyptian Queen . . . Night . . . Majick. . .” Artemis read to himself, and selected the one labeled Rain. A clean scent encompassed him, and he rubbed the oil all over his body, imagining it was Seto’s hands doing this, and he felt his member jerk at the thought. The very image alone made his blood rush from all over his body to somewhere below his stomach. “Oh, God above, Seto . . . hurry up . . .”

Seto Kaiba, meanwhile, was closer than Artemis thought. He was actually in the room, watching as the vampiric boy before him efficiently exposed every inch of his milky flesh. Seto was also naked, and felt his self-control waver as heavily as the air in a desert summer when Artemis began mewing erotically at the touch of silk on his skin, and he felt the first fracture of calm when Artemis rolled over and presented that sinful ten-year-old-or-at-least-looked-it ass to him, looking at the scented oils. But the image of Artemis rubbing his hands all over his body, tweaking his tight buds and moaning, and coating his length in oil that smelled as clean as the first spring rain, making his entire body glow in the candles’ dim light broke Seto’s resolve to let him linger a bit. Then, the boy had killed any all recourse the spice-topped Chief Executive Officer might have had. He had said his name.

Seto took measured steps out of his shadowed alcove. To Artemis, it appeared as though Seto had been summoned by his wish alone, and that was what Seto wanted Artemis to think. The CEO smiled, looking at the prone form before him. He looked like Mokuba when he was surprised, and Seto had to shove the thoughts of ‘incest’ and ‘hentai’ out of his head. This was ARTEMIS. Not his little brother. Artemis’ shock faded quickly, replaced by a desirous smile that left no room for supposition. Seto knelt next to Artemis, feeling the silk under his skin, and hels hes head mere inches from his lover’s. Their breath mingled for a few beats, and Seto opened his mouth, gasping for air. Artemis was tired of fucking around. He planted his lips on Seto’s, and pressed his body into the other young man’s. Seto felt a weight settle on his lap, and rubbed Artemis’ oiled chest eagerly, his tongue being sucked on by the sensual vampire on his knees on top of him. As Artemis’ aim was true as his namesake’s, so was Seto’s. It wasn’t long before Artemis was whimpering into the kiss, his nipples hurting with the hardness in them. Seto felt around for the bottle of oil, and poured a small puddle into his palms before rubbing Artemis’ back with skilled precision. His back was tight with anticipation, and Artemis’ whimpers deepened into moans as Seto continued his work.

The sight of Artemis on the dark silk, his body now glowing in more ways than one, threatened to rob Seto of all reason. But he must be good for his lover. He whispered in Artemis’ ear. “I’m going to pound you into the mattress. Like you were the butterfly and I the pin. . .” He breathed on the sensitive lobe, nipped it. “Is that what you want, aijin?”
“Yes, Seto . . . make me your uke . . .” Artemis whimpered, rocking his hips forward yet again to urge Seto on. Urge it did, For the next thing Artemis felt was the sweet slithering of silk against his body, and he saw Seto above him, laying him down as a mother would her child, with the same tender attention. Another kiss ensued, and Artemis clung to his seme, one arm over a shoulder and trailing down his back, the other entwined in cinnamon-clove tresses. Seto sucked Artemis’ tongue into his mouth, and was surprised to have total submission from the other man. He was half-hoping for a fight.

Seto pulled back, and observed his lover. A bright pink littered his cheeks, lips, and most importantly, groin. Artemis stared lovingly up at Seto’s face, and there formed a smile that rivaled his father’s own. A signature Kaiba smile. Another beat passed, and Seto ran his hands all over Artemis’ body, showering him with kisses, and very soon the oil had been rubbed into Artemis’ skin. He felt as soft as the fabric beneath him, Seto noticed, and peeked into the night stand’s drawer. There was the bottle he’d need . . . he took it and coated his fingers in it. Artemis cocked an eyebrow. “Since you were such a baby the last time.” Seto whispered.
“Virgins tend to do that.”Artemis growled. “You’ll find I open to the occasion quite well now.” The ensuing smirk on Artemis’ face faded the second a finger entered him, and he shuddered in pleasure. Seto found himself looking at Artemis curiously as he added a second and third digit gradually, and was greeted only with moans and aroused whimpers. Artemis’ hair was damp with sweat, and had left dark streaks on the silere ere he had thrashed his head back and forth. Artemis had somehow gotten himself used to this . . . or he was faking it quite . . . no. There was no faking here. The painful erection on his lover proved that much to Seto. He scissored his fingers, and felt a hand on his other wrist, which rested near Artemis’ hip. He understood the need his lover was displaying, and coated his erection in the lube that had somehow ended up on the other side of the bed. He tried to press slowly into Artemis, but the other man wrapped his legs around Seto’s waist, causing Seto to become fully sheathed, and eliciting twin moans from both the seme and uke. Seto took Artemis’ erection in his hand and pumped slowly, moving his hips in time. Artemis loved it, judging by the way he reached up to tweak a nipple, and stayed there to play with it. Seto moaned, and rammed into Artemis. The dark-haired boy arched his entire body into the impact, presenting Seto with a gorgeous view of his shaped stomach. The man had to have started working out. Or eating. Or both. It was then that Seto noticed a small black line on Artemis’ back. He pulled out, and before Artemis had even lost the haze in his vision, flipped him over and slipped back in.

There, on the small of Artemis’ back, was a tattoo of a Celtic dragon. It was not unlike the Blue Eyes, but it was a black line affair, with a jet of flame issuing from its mouth and nose. As he traced the lines, Seto felt Artemis shiver in delight. Seto ran his hands up his lover’s back, and back down to the slim hips, which he pulled towards him. Artemis’ head fell forward, and a screaming grunt poured from his lips as his prostate had been hit head on. Seto continued to fuck his lover steadily, his grip on Artemis’ hips tightening. The heat around him was still immensely tight, and the sound of Artemis’ moans was almost more than Seto could handle. That and the stark contrast of black ink on Artemis’ milky-snowy alabaster skin was a huge turn-on. “Seto . . .” Artemis whimpered . . . “Touch me.” Seto smiled ravenously and dragged his nails across Artemis’ hip and brought his hand to caress his paramour’s leaking member. The skin there was as velvet, and practically hairless. Just as he remembered it. He stroked the swollen organ like he would a cat, softly, tenderly, and he slowed his hips to match the rhythm, teasing the dark boy before him. Artemis let out an excessively arousing sound, a cross between a meow and a whimper. Seto imitated it, and leaned on him to whisper:
“Do you have to sound so much like a cat? I came here to fuck a drop-dead” Here he slammed into Artemis, who made the sound again, “gorgeous” And again as Seto pulled back and slammed into him, “uke. Now enough of the kitty noises and get to the screaming . . .” He nipped Artemis’ ear, and around it muttered: “Bitch.”

Artemis’ reaction was totally unexpected, but nonetheless pleasing. Pressing a foot against Seto’s thigh, he pushed Seto away, forcing him to withdraw. Artemis then spun over, placed his feet in Seto’s solar plexus, and pushed him back into the headboard roughly. There was a dull thunk as Seto’s head hit a carved rose. “Gaijin Kusoyaro!” Seto yipped. Artemis smiled evilly, and stalked across the bed like a jaguar, and straddled Seto’s knees, pulling his hands up behind his head, and thus pinning the cobalt-eyed dragon to the headboard.
“Foreign Bastard, am I?” He uncorked a bottle of rose-scented oil and poured it on Seto’s already-lubed member, then led a fine trail up his stomach and chest, rubbing it in. “Then I suppose I won’t fuck you until the morning.” He looked down. “But I still have this to take care of, so fucked you get.” In one swift motion, Artemis bht hht himself up on his knees and back down, impaling himself on Seto’s length. He then brought his free hand to the top of the head board and rocked up and down on his lover. The result was a surprise for both of them: Seto whimpered, biting his lip. Artemis brought the hand holding Seto’s wrists down and around, pulling his seme against him, and the friction between them rubbed his penis in a way that made him obey Seto’s earlier command. He screamed, slamming down onto Seto for a few heated minutes, pace gaining, the headboard (he would never be able to hear that word in the same light again) giving him the leverage he so desperately desired. He came, colors exploding in front of his eyes, and a tsunami of electricity rushed to his crotch as he spurted his essence onto his lover’s oil-covered chest. “SETO!” He cried, his back and stomach arching against the other man, who had only added to the moment by nipping one of the pebbly buds on Artemis’ chest He felt Seto slam into him and heard the broken cry that meant his Ryú had come ferociously as well. Artemis slumped, his head falling on Seto’s shoulder, and he felt a small kiss on his forehead. “Seto . . . Aishiteru . . .” He trailed off, and all fell black.

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AWWWWW! WAFF! Yes, he just passed out.