The Geisha Prince

Title: The Geisha Prince
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seto x Yugi, Otogi x Yugi
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugi-Oh, not me. How disappointing is that? XD

Summary: He was like a precious doll on a pedestal that he had dared to touch.

NOTES: [Prompt 046 – The cup was chipped] on Literati Perverati.
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~*~Season 1: Lesson 5~*~

ADDICTION
My voice is gone
My brain has stopped
You make my heart tremble

You steal my breath
I burn inside
I can’t get enough of you

I can’t stay away
I need more everyday
I think I’m addicted
Your love is just like a drug

~*~

The outing, the date, had been normal. Pleasing, even.
Yugi didn’t hang all over him like the girls he was normally obligated to take out. They had intelligent conversation over dinner, a refreshing experience for Seto. It was so refreshing it stayed with him the entire weekend and into the following school day. He looked up from his book as he heard the familiar soft padding of Yugi’s footsteps entering the classroom.

“Good morning, Kaiba.” Yugi smiled at him. Seto gave him a nod.
“Muto.”
“Saturday was fun. Thank you.” Seto hid his blush behind his book. The boy chuckled and sat at his desk. Other students began to filter in.

Classes flowed to time’s steady current. The scent of Sakura tickled Seto’s nose and he caught himself staring at the graceful figure that was Yugi. He mentally cursed at himself for being distracted when he should be working. Yet even then he couldn’t help but listen whenever Yugi spoke. His voice held a melodic lilt that was hypnotizing to his senses.

“That will be all for the day,” announced the teacher. “Self-study for the next few minutes before lunch.” There were a couple happy cheers as their instructor packed his things and left for his own lunch break.

“Yugi,” called Anzu. “Can you hang out after school today? We’re thinking of doing Karaoke.”
“Sorry, I have to work today.”
“How about afterwards? When do you get off?”
“I’m afraid I work until eleven tonight.”

Seto frowned to himself. He knew from their small talk on Saturday that Yugi worked until ten. He glanced over his book and matched Yugi’s eyes. The smaller male seemed to be trying to convey a message.

‘Will you come over tonight?’

Seto’s artic blues burned into Yugi’s amethyst. ‘Yes. I will.’
It was in that single glance that Seto started to understand the feelings that were tangled up in his chest. He wanted to see Yugi, whether it was in a kimono expensive enough to buy a small country or in his school uniform. He wanted to know everything about the petite male, to see how he looked in sleep, to watch how his face changed in sadness or anger or any number of emotions. He wanted to talk to him again like they did on Saturday.

Never had he ever felt this way for anyone. It was a novel experience.

It wasn’t until Seto was alone on the roof, smoking an herbal cigarette, that he regretted acting on impulse. Gozaburo, his step-father, was still watching him with the eyes of a hungry dragon. He leaned on the railing and left his lunch untouched as he thought. “What are you looking for, old man? Why so interested now?” Seto took deep breaths of the heady smoke to keep calm. Getting ruffled feathers now when he lacked vital information wasn’t going to help him.

Seto dropped the remaining stub and ground it out with his heel, and for a moment, the Kaiba heir thought he knew what Gozaburo was up to. “Could it be...? Dammit.” He banged a fist against the chain links. “You bastard, you really think I’d let you use me that way?”

Cold anger was building inside his chest, but he took it and locked it away in a little black box in the back of his mind. He had to bide his time. Confronting the warmonger now would only spell disaster later.

The tall teen walked to the other side of the roof and looked down to the school courtyard. He could see Yugi with his friends, enjoying himself, and firmed his resolve.
He’ll keep visiting the ryotei, let the old man think things are going his way.

Yet, a part of Seto felt like he was using it as an excuse to see his smaller classmate. But that was ridiculous.
He didn’t need an excuse for anything that he did.

Their strange skirting dance of meetings and partings continued for the next few weeks. And as annoying as it was, Seto even got used to Yugi’s Friendship Squad confronting him every three days or so for some fabricated reason. It could be amusing to see how many shades of red he could make them turn, but he was going to run out of insults at the rate they were going.
But Yugi made it all worth it, and it confused him to why that was so. If anyone else was causing him to go through so many inconveniences, he would have nothing to do with them.

Why had Yugi’s smile become so important to his daily routine?

“Oniisan, you’re very cheerful lately,” Yomena commented as she swept the floors with Yugi, her older brother. “Are you that happy that school is out for the summer?”
“That’s part of the reason,” he admitted.
“What’s the other part?” she asks curiously. “Did you get a girlfriend?” Yugi blushed.
“No, nothing like that.” He hid his face from his sister, who giggled at him.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, big brother. I know you’re at the age to have one. Oh.” She paused in her chore. “Or is it a boyfriend?” Yugi’s ears turned as red as his face surely was. “Oniisan has a boyfriend!”
“No! We’re just friends, that’s all!”
“Who is it?” Yomena thought about Yugi’s regular visitors, naturally assuming it would be one of them and not some random boy at his school. “Is it Otogi-sama, or Kaiba-sama?”
“Please stop asking!” His sister laughed but refrained from further questioning. But it left Yugi thinking...

What, or rather, who was he so excited about? Tonight both Otogi and Seto are to see him. And if one of them were to ask... what would he say.

Yugi sighed and dumped the trash in his dustpan. “I’m going to polish some sake sets, then I have an appointment.”
“Alright.”

He went to a small room full of shelves. It was here that they keep the special sake sets. These belonged to regulars, and each set was personalized to an individual. Yugi first began polishing a purple and silver set, it belong to Murata-sama. Next was a lovely green and yellow set that belong to Kamiya-sama. Down the line he went until he reached the ones for his only ‘customers,’ and his mind drifted back to his predicament.

Otogi had always been good to him. There was no doubt about that. Otogi would provide for him just as his father had for his mother, just as a man will one day for his sister. But then there was Seto...
The strange feelings he had for the brunet were stronger, stronger than the fondness he felt for his childhood friend. Although he still couldn’t identify exactly what it was he felt, he didn’t want to give it up.

Yugi sighed and looked to the sake saucers that belonged to his suitors and picked each one up in turn. Seto’s was a dark blue that shimmered like ocean waves under the light. It was simple and complex at the same time, molded perfectly by the hands of a master potter. Otogi’s was the same in a different manner. It was clean-cut and beautiful with the intricate black designs on the white surface. Yugi followed one of the patterns with his eyes, rotating the cup around... then stopped.

It was chipped.

“When did that happen?” he wondered out loud, and carefully ran a finger over the edges. They were sharp, so it had been recent. “A sign...?” A message from his ancestors that, maybe, Otogi wasn’t perfect for him. Or that his feelings for Otogi weren’t as solid as they should be for a relationship to work.

Yugi sighed and placed the saucer down. “Why must things be so complicated? I don’t want to hurt Ryuji-kun.” But as he thought about it, Yugi knew it wasn’t complicated at all.
He knew what the solution was.
Yugi put Seto’s cup away and then went to wait for Otogi to arrive. He had to resolve things now, before it got out of hand.

The door slid open at precisely 8pm. The dice player was always on time to the minute. Otogi strolled into the room and presented Yugi with a dazzling bouquet of flowers. “For you.” Yugi smiled.
“Thank you, Ryuji-kun, they’re gorgeous.” He placed them on the table as Otogi took his seat. Yugi served his friend his preferred brand of sake. “I trust things went well at your business negotiation.”
“They did.” Otogi drank when Yugi held the saucer to his lips. “Well enough that I want to ask you something important.”

The muscles in Yugi’s stomach tighten.

“Oh?”
“Ah.” Jade and violet were locked together. “I wish to be your danna.”
“Ryuji-kun...” The boy had to catch his breath. “That is generous, but I am not Geisha.” Otogi’s hand wrapped around Yugi’s wrist, enveloping it completely.
“You know what I’m asking, Yugi.” The saucer fell to the floor, the spilled sake soaking into the matting.
“I...” Yugi got to his feet and stepped away, but Otogi stood with him and pulled him close.

Yugi placed his hands on Otogi’s chest. The gesture was friendly, but it also kept some distance between them. “There are others more suited to you, Ryuji-kun. Why me?” The other teen’s long fingers caressed Yugi’s cheek and jaw. His green eyes were intense and bored into Yugi’s core.
“Because you are my most precious person.” The boy looked away.
“That isn’t fair, Ryuji-kun.” Those fingers slid back to cup Yugi’s head and drew him forward.
“Be mine, Yugi. Be only mine.”
“Ryuji-kun, I—” Otogi kissed him then, not giving Yugi a chance to finish.

The kiss wasn’t broken right away, but when it was, Yugi had pushed away from Otogi. “Ryuji-kun, stop this.”
“Why? I love you, and I know you at least care for me. Give me a chance!”
“I’m sorry, Ryuji, but I can’t!”

Otogi was shocked. Yugi had never raised his voice to him before. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?”
“Yes...” Otogi gently laid his hands on Yugi’s shoulders and tried to get their eyes to meet, but Yugi kept his face turned away.
“Who is it?”
“Ryuji-kun, don’t.”
“Please, Yugi, who is it?” He finally used a hand to tilt Yugi’s face towards his. Yugi’s resolve crumbled when they matched gazes.
“Kaiba Seto.”

Otogi felt a sharp stab in his chest. “Him? Why does it have to be HIM?” It was Yugi’s turn to be startled.
“Do you know Seto-kun?” He supposed he should have expected it. Both boys were in the gaming business.
“That bastard’s always a step ahead of me! By why with this? Why with you? Why does he have to have you too?!” Yugi grunted when Otogi’s hold on his shoulders suddenly tightens.
“Ryuji-kun, cal—”
“I won’t give up on you! Not to him!”

“Is that so?” Seto’s voice cut through the air like a katana sliced through flesh and bone. Yugi felt his whole body flush in embarrassment.
“How long have you been there?” It was too early for Seto to have arrived, yet there he was, tall and powerful in his preferred blue trench coat and black turtleneck.
“Long enough.”

Otogi practically growled at the brunet. “You.” Seto smirked.
“Otogi-dono, what a surprise to see you again. Who knew we had a mutual acquaintance?” Otogi released his hold on Yugi and took a step towards his rival.
“I won’t let you have him.”
“That’s Yugi’s choice,” Seto pointed out with a vicious smile. “And he’s already made it clear who he’s chosen.”

Yugi came in between them. “Stop this. I’m not a bone for dogs to fight over.” His purple eyes were narrowed and sharp. “If you’re going to act like this, both of you can leave. Do you understand me?” The room was tense, the air around them heavy as lead. When neither suitor responded, he took it as an affirmative. He turned to face his childhood friend. “Ryuji-kun, your father will expect you home soon. I will see you in a few days.”
“But—!”
“No buts. Please, go home.” Otogi’s face was strained with inner turmoil and frustration; it nearly broke Yugi’s heart.
“I see. I’ll see you later.” He grabbed his jacket and left, walking passed Seto with as much dignity as he could scrounge back together.

The Geisha boy didn’t dare relax yet. He still had suitor #2 to deal with. “Kaiba.”
“Muto,” he responded in kind. “Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Yugi wished he had a fan on him. He wanted to hide behind the colorful fabric.

Seto marched forward until Yugi was sure he could feel the taller male’s body heat. Blue eyes had him pinned to the spot. “Don’t play coy.” Yugi looked away. He couldn’t keep staring, not if he wanted to speak anything beyond gibberish.
“Perhaps. What if it was?” He gasped when Seto continued his stalking forward until his back met the wall. The Kaiba heir planted his hands on either side of the boy, trapping him there.
“I want you.” A sound slap stung his cheek, but he didn’t break their eye contact.
“I am not a courtesan!” Yugi’s eyes had grown dark with dancing emotions. A thousand thoughts were running rapid through his mind. Did Seto like him, or did he only want his body like so many who have come before him?
“I know.” He pulled the small body tight against him and stole Yugi’s lips in a powerful kiss.

Yugi fought at first, struggling against the bigger male, but he was soon drowning in the pure passion. He clung to the other teen, fingers curling in the expensive material of Seto’s shirt. Large hands slid over his lithe form, pushing away the silk of his kimono.

“Seto...” Yugi was breathless, his voice hardly a whisper, just a soft passing of air, but it made Seto’s blood boil in a way he’d never known. Never had he ever been turned on from someone saying his name.
“Yugi.” He kissed the boy again and smirked to himself when he felt him shiver and heard a small whimper, satisfied to know he wasn’t the only one being affected so enormously.

Yugi gasped when strong arms met his smooth flesh. “Seto, not here.” The brunet stopped.
“Then where?” Yugi’s already flushed cheeks blushed an even darker red.
“My room.”

The two made their way to the housing part of the ryotei. It was all strictly traditional with silk hangings on the walls. In the hall they passed down were scenes depicted from the famous novel, ‘The Tale of Genji’ by Lady Murasaki. At the end was Yugi’s room.

It was dark when they entered, but other than noting where Yugi’s futon was, Seto didn’t look around. He wrapped his arms around the petite teen and kissed him again, then tumbled to the soft mattress. “Aa... Seto...”
“Yugi.” Seto found he loved saying the boy’s name. He had never called any of the others by their given names, and he doubted any of them could have given him so much satisfaction if he had.

“Are you a virgin?” Yugi blushed at the question.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be gentle.”

And Seto was. He pleasured Yugi with his hands and mouth first, letting him get used to the intimate touches and making him climax twice before readying to find his own gratification. “Yugi.” He tenderly roused his partner then squeezed lotion onto a soft hand. “Prepare me as I’ve done for you.” With Seto’s guidance, Yugi wrapped his hand around the brunet’s erection, stroking and spreading the lotion.

Yugi’s never imagined anything like this before. The flesh was supple over the hard muscle, moving like silk over steel.
Seto kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. Knowing that he was causing Seto to feel good made Yugi feel weak all over, and his hormones woke for a third time.

Seto had Yugi wrap slender arms around him once his member was ready. His own arms embraced the petite male close to him as he carefully entered Yugi’s virgin body. “Seto!”

They began the summer holidays as lovers.

~*~

ADDITIONAL NOTES: A Geisha may decide to engage in sexual relations with a customer whom she has developed a special relationship, but this is not part of her job as a Geisha, and it is not a one-night stand.
A Geisha's relationship with a danna (patron) is a long-term one: The ceremony binding a Geisha to her danna is similar to the Japanese marriage ceremony, and when a Geisha and her danna decide to end their relationship, they undergo another ceremony to make the "divorce" final.


CHILDISH FANTASY
I want to make your cold lips smile
Put laughter in your voice just for a while

The world isn’t so gray
With a chance it will mend
I’m sure you will someday
Fall in love again

There’s a special smile on my face
Just for you to see
I want to drown in your embrace
Childish Fantasy

I want to warm your intense eyes
Just for me to see
I want to see love without disguise
Childish Fantasy