Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: So many reviews… so many hits, I never thought in deciding to continue with a sequel for Lust, Longing, and a Videotape that there would be this reaction. The reviews and the emails, all the support, I’m touched…I know this has been one hell of a roller coaster, for me as the writer and certainly for you as the loyal reader. But it’s all worth it because here it is, the conclusion to this insanity. There are a lot of references to LL&V, so I’m assuming anyone reading this read that story first… if not, shame shame shame on you. Lol. Any guesses as to what’s gonna happen? We continue about where we left off, it’s now Friday. This chapter is loving dedicated to Crimsonvioleteyes, who kept on me to end this happily... so you can thank her for not letting this turn into a tragedy! Well, you’ll see. ^_^

Disclaimer: I’m not going to bother…if you don’t know by now you’ll never ever know.


Chapter 7: Rock the Boat

Ooohhh... Baby, I love your stroke
'Cause you get me where I'm going
In a jury you'll get my vote
'Cause I believe, I believe you know just what you’re doing now

Come on baby, we can coast
(Let's coast... let's coast)
Let's do it in a hurry
Ooohh... that's too slow
Go ahead and put that thing in over drive

I want you to... rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
Hey... work it in the middle, work the middle, work the middle, work the middle
Change positions, change positions, new positions, new positions
Stroke it baby, stroke it for me, stroke it for me, stroke it for me

~ Rock the Boat
Aaliyah

Yami woke up hungry. Hungry. He couldn’t believe it, he was actually hungry. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt hunger. The lust had taken over. Of course Yami had to admit that his starving thing was stress induced more than anything. From what Yami could recall of his past life he was always denying himself food when the going got rough. He had done it as a child. During Duelist Kingdom and Battle City he had probably eaten three times.

Of course with all the action going on nobody noticed. And besides, he was sharing a body with his precious Little One, so it hadn’t mattered, Yugi was eating for the both of them. Now that he had manifested himself a separate body he had to remember that he needed to nourish it.

Well, what had changed, if he were suddenly hungry now?

Certainly the situation with Seto was unresolved. But what had happened in his bedroom yesterday afternoon had been, well it had been…perfect:

Seto grabbed Yami’s wrist, Yami jumping at the sudden contact.

“This…” Seto leaned in and kissed the damaged skin. “This mark will not be in vain, Yami.” Yami shuddered. “This is a mark of my love for you. This claims you to me.” Seto let the wrist go. He lifted his shirt up, and over his head. “This…” he ran a hand over his shoulder, touching the half-healed bite mark. “This claims me…” Seto stood up. “To you.”

That simple act had done wonders for Yami’s psyche. The problems were still there, bubbling up at the surface, but damn it, Yami didn’t feel completely alone in this. Seto felt the way he did, he felt helpless by this situation. And that’s all he could have hoped for. He was still having doubts that this was fixable. But at least he wasn’t the only one who had gotten their soul chained.

But where did they go from here. No, he didn’t expect there to be a big romantic moment. That made no sense, not after everything that happened. And things were different now. Yami released all responsibility for what occurred on Wednesday night from Seto. He released it from Seto and placed it on himself. He was to blame for this.

But he couldn’t stop the words as they escaped his lips. He needed it. The overwhelming pressure in his soul was clouding all judgment. Seto chalked it up to them not embracing the other half to their relationship. They had embraced the hate, thrived off of it. But the love… no, that had never come up. There were no declarations of love during their sex, and Yami found it unrealistic that there ever would be.

Yami found it also unrealistic to think there would be any sex between them again. At this point Yami couldn’t figure out of Seto was so insistent in thinking that he could find a solution to their problem because he wanted to fix this, or if his insistence was a product of his need to prove Yami wrong. Seto never settfor for the hand he was dealt. Something he admired about the CEO.

And Seto rarely doubted himself. He had been taught to put himself first, and in many ways that attitude had saved them all in times of crisis. But Seto’s killer Kaiba instinct didn’t seem to fit into this dilemma. Seto was stubborn and impulsive, if Seto had his way they’d continue to fuck as if nothing was wrong. He’d allow Yami to die inside just so he could get what he wanted.

Then of course Yami had to factor in the fact that Seto had wanted Yami a whole lot longer than he had wanted him. That first night, Yami had been a little disturbed, and very aroused by the thought of Seto ordering a glass dildo off the internet with Yami in mind. Since Seto made it very clear from the beginning that he didn’t bottom, he couldn’t have thought of sticking the phallus in himself. So he had brought the toy with the thought that eventually he’d use it on Yami.

Yami never asked Seto how long he had lusted after him. In reality, Yami had never known Seto was gay until that night. He hadn’t had months to dwell on him the way Seto did. But Seto was used to getting everything and anything he wanted. So what did that mean, it meant that Seto knew he’d eventually get Yami to submit to h Tha That had been the driving force behind those now sacred events that Friday night a full month ago.

Once Yami had discovered he wanted Seto Kaiba to “do things” to him Yami dismissed the whole thing as a teenage fantasy. Seto had never shown any signs of being attracted to Yami, so Yami would never have devised a game plan, he would have suffered in silence while he was plagued with wet dreams of that drop-dead gorgeous CEO. He was so fortunate that Seto didn’t sit around and wait for destiny. He created his own.

Seto had waltzed into the guest room, took charge, and had both of them orgasming. Yami sighed. He missed his dragon. It wasn’t just the sex of course, it was more than the sex. But Seto didn’t seem to understand that the only way to think about this was to think of it in those terms. The sex was merely a reflection of the underlying issues. Yes they were connected, but sleeping together had destroyed that connection.

Seto wasn’t thinking that way. He could only understand what was tangible. Emotions, intense emotions like theirs had to be sorted out. But since they couldn’t have one without the other, hate without love and vice versa there was not a way this could resolve well. It was over. It was only a matter of time before Seto had to accept that. At least Yami had some solace, at least he knew deep down he was not the only tortured soul. Seto was hurting too…and he had admitted that to him.

So much of the pain was gone just because Seto had done that.

He was grateful for that act. Even if Seto would never understood why it was over.

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“Here are those contracts you wanted to look over, Mr. Kaiba.” Seto didn’t look at his assistant. “I’ll leave them on your desk.” Seto was standing up, looking out the floor to ceiling windows.

Everything in the Kaiba Corp building had been redone, a present to himself after he took over the company. The first thing that was replaced were these very windows. Seto’s stepfather had had a very unfortunate accident falling out of these windows. Very unfortunate for him, anyway.

The official cause of death was ruled a suicide, of course once one falls through a window several hundred stories up it’s not too easy to determine what precipitated such a thing. His stepfather was furious at Seto for taking the company from him, so upset he dove out the window, so the police decided. That was a version of the truth Seto told the detectives at any rate.

It was fitting that Yami would bring the incident up.

It had been said at the heat of the moment to provoke a response from him. It was an obvious trap. But Yami wanted to punish himself, and Seto had beel tol too willing to oblige. At that moment Seto was sure that his hate for Yami overrode all rational thought and that was why he snapped. Well, that’s what he believed after the fact. That was why he ran into the bathroom to vomit. He had never dreamed of actually hurting his rival. He had grown to care for the shorter teen. Even if on a superficial level.

It finally occurred to him why Wednesday night’s event had happened. He had been looking at the entire puzzle all wrong. Yami wasn’t harmed because of Seto’s hate for him. He was injured because of Seto’s overwhelming hate for his stepfather.

And that was why Yami used his stepfather in their sex game. Yami knew that was probably one of the only things in the world that would upset him that much. And Yami had been absolutely right. Seto’s despise for his guardian was all consuming. His hate for Yami was mixed up with his respect for him. And eventually he supposed the respect had even manifested itself into love.

But even his love for Yami wasn’t a single entity. Yami had been right, their love and hate were one emotion, fueling everything. But the difference now was that the love was no longer being denied, it was no longer hiding in the shadows of their hate. And with the love out in the open, to counter the hate, why couldn’t this work?

Seto smirked, still gazing out the window. He wasn’t naïve. Yami would never be his boyfriend, which he was grateful for. Guys like Seto never really settled down. It made them more elusive, and more powerful. It was kind of like the comic book character, Bruce Wayne. Batman’s alter ego. The rich superhero never had any deep meaningful relationships, but of course he had Robin.

Now that Seto thought about it, Batman had to be gay and Robin was his bitch. Hell, the guy’s name was Dick. And Robin constantly needed to be rescued like a girl. If that didn’t scream homosexual relationship nothing else did. All that black leather, those gadgets… that long car in that intoxicating shape, and hell, it was a stick shift. Then again, Seto never saw himself wearing black leather. Yami looked better in leather then Seto did.

What the hell am I thinking about?

So back to the question at hand. How exactly were Yami and him supposed to handle this? It was clear that neither wanted the thing to end. But neither wanted to be together either. They were bound together. And they hated it. Bound together, Yami wearing those goddamn leather pants, tied to a coffee table, at Seto’s complete mercy. Seto reaching behind him, removing his pants, his last line of defense as Seto plunged into that tightness that was Yami’s luscious…

What the fuck! Focus!

Yami was doubtful, he was questioning himself. And worse, the trust was nearly destroyed. Seto had crossed that line, and even if Yami had pleaded for him to it was his fault he had hurt Yami in that way. It had been tedious to build that trust in the first place. Well, not all of it had been tedious. Some of it had been rather arousing. That first night when Seto was forcing Yami to impale himself on his fingers while jacking off. The first time he had called him “Seto” telling him he couldn’t do it. Seto leaning over, giving him a rim job, coaxing the pharaoh to trust him, telling him it was going to be okay with his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to do it, but he had, tasting Yami slowly, and instantly becoming addicted to his flavor. Come to think of it every part of Yami tasted exotic.

Son of a bitch, stop it! What is wrong with you? Keep it in your pants, Seto.

Going down memory lane, fantasizing about Yami tied to his furniture and imagining the sexual prowess of comic book characters wasn’t going to get him closer to what the answer to this problem was. He needed to get it together and figure something out, hell, he couldn’t depend on Yami to do it. Seto was obviously the brains in this relationship. Seto smirked. Relationship…weird word choice.

They certainly didn’t have one. Well, they weren’t dating. But of course the definition of a relationship wasn’t solely dependent on love. It was simply a connection. Seto had a relationship with his accountant. With his brother. With his underlings at Kaiba Corp. Of course none of the rest of these relationships were so infused with hate and sex the way his was with Yami…

Sex…you just can’t keep it off your mind for more than a moment can you?

Of course men were supposed to think about sex every eleven seconds or something anyway. Still, a genius such as himself shouldn’t be succumbing to hormones the way he was. So Yami was attractive. Yes, Yami and him had enjoyed some fantastic sex…but that wasn’t going to solve thobleoblem, now was it?

Or was it?

Why couldn’t sex be the answer? If sex was the beginning then sex had to be the end. Seto thought about that first encounter together, Yami, all worked up, hot and bothered… telling Seto what a naughty boy he had been on the chair. The hate hadn’t been out of control then. There were words exchanged, but they weren’t swear words every other sentence. Not until the end at the very least.

The hate was always there, the hate had always defined their rivalry. Well, at least on Seto’s end. He didn’t like losing, he didn’t like collaborating… he had learned along time ago the only person he could always depend on was himself. Which was why Yami’s constant goody-two shoe bullshit was so damned annoying.

But that was another issue. Yami’s resentment and hate for Seto was bred from Seto’s hate for him. A by-product of it. No matter how often Yami tried to be friendly to him Seto had wanted no part of it. And certainly Seto had done some pretty underhanded things at the cost of winning. For some reason Yami never seemed to give up on him, Seto had certainly been there when he was really needed, even if he had hated having to get involved in Yugi-tachi drama. But now, the trust wallinlling. Something Yami had said yesterday was striking a cord.

“It’s been figured out, its been analyzed. We can’t end up happy together. What happened last night will only happen again.”

“I’d never let it happen again… and neither would you.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

What a long way from that first night:

“So you brought that thing, with plans on using it on… on me…”

“Yes.” Seto sat back on the bed. He put the box of toys on the floor and squeezed out a dollop of lube. Then he got to the task of lubrication.

“I don’t believe this…I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“I’m sure you’ve never felt something like it either.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “If it becomes a bit of a problem we can stop.” Yami nodded.

“I guess I do deserve to be punished. Just as long as you really have never done anything else to it.”

Complete trust. No, Yami had never told Seto he trusted him, but it was always in his eyes. And no, he supposed Yami hadn’t said that he no longer trusted Seto yesterday, but his eyes didn’t lie. And more importantly, Seto was afraid, he wasn’t even sure if he still trusted himself around Yami.

So, that was the solution then. This had to come full circle. Seto would have to rebuild Yami’s trust in the only way he knew how. Through sex. And once Yami let his vulnerability take over then all the rest of it would be back too. Only this time the hate wouldn’t get a chance to overwhelm them.

Seto walked back over to the desk, a smile abounding. Yes, he’d have his sexy cum slut back. And Yami could go back to complaining and submitting, and of course grabbing Seto and making him do the same thing.

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“Yami, would you like some more pancakes?”

“No, Aibou, three plates is more than enough.” Yami smiled at his little one and took a sip of his milk.

“I’m glad your appetite is back.”

“Yes. Me too.”

“Have you spoken to him today?”

“For a few minutes, he’s optimistic.”

“Are you?”

“That’s hard to answer, Aibou.” Yugi looked at Yami for a moment. Yami took it as his cue to explicate. “He wants to meet me tonight. Back to the scene of the crime. Back to where it all began.”

“You said yes I’m assuming?”

“Yes, I did, Little One. I don’t know what that’s going to change. Too much has happened for things to magically go back to the beginning. Not after all we’ve been through.”

“And I guess you’re still out of commission?” Yami shrugged.

“I wouldn’t want to risk it. This meeting is not about sex. If that is the only reason Kaiba is asking me to come by he will be in for rude awakening.”

“I just hope he knows that, Yami.” Yami looked at his aibou for a moment. “What, Yami?”

“Aibou, I never had time to properly apologize for the way I’ve been treating you. You deserve better from me.”

“It’s okay, Yami. You were going through a lot.”

“That’s not an excuse, Yugi.”

“I know that, Yami. But you were afraid I’d be disappointed in you for being with Kaiba. I always hoped you’d be happy with him some day. Not quite like this, but with him in the very least. You have so much in common.”

“You’re kidding me, Little One.”

“No. Kaiba’s pretty hot.”

“You’re lying.”

“No. Don’t you remember the night this all began. The night you went babysitting for me at Kaiba’s house. Remember our conversation on the couch?” Yami thought about it for a moment.

Yami stood up and gave Yugi a look. “I guess I’ll go get ready. But you owe me one.”

Yugi smiled again, and nodded. Yami headed for the doorway. “Yami?” Yami turned around.

“Yes, Little One?”

“Have fun with Kaiba.” Yami gave Yugi a look. Yugi only giggled. Yami sighed and got ready to go.

“Is that why you were giggling that night, Little One?” Yami asked, suddenly remembering the incident between him and his light right before he got ready.

“Yep. Of course I didn’t know Kaiba was gay either…well, I had suspicions but I never really knew for sure. That’s why when I found out that it was him I reacted the way I did.”

“You thought the guy you always dreamed I’d be with was hurting me.”

“Yes.”

“But Yugi, you never dreamed that it would be like this. And in many ways this is worse than any physical pain.”

“I know, Yami. But you’ve overcome so much, you’re so strong, I don’t know why you insist on running away from this. At least give him a chance. The worst that can happen is you saying no.”

“He’ll get a chance, but I swear, after tonight, this ends. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I just have to stay away from him. I know that it will be nearly impossible to sever our attachment to each other, but it is the only way.” Yugi made a face. “Anyway, Aibou, enough of that. I was apologizing to you about what happened.”

“Yami, it’s fine. I can’t stay mad at you. I just hope that next time you tell me the truth so I don’t have to go contracting Bakura out.” Yami smiled in spite of himself. “You know what, I know he claimed last night that he only said he was helping me figure out who it was so he could blackmail you. But I don’t believe him. He figured it out before, and he didn’t tell me. He didn’t tell me because he didn’t want to upset me, and he wanted to handle the situation on his own.”

“Meaning what, Little One?”

“I think he would have said something to you about it. He was really worried about you. Ryou too.”

“Bakura worried about me? I never knew him to like me very much.”

“No, I think he does like you. To an extent. He only threatens to hurt people when he’s concerned for someone’s safety. He was worried about you. So many of the things he was saying over the last couple of days sounded like he was trying to figure out if you were really in danger.”

“I suppose I owe him then. I’d even thank him for his worrying, if he hadn’t been snooping around trying to catch me in the act.”

Yugi giggled. “I think he’s a little disappointed he didn’t get any pictures of you chained to the ceiling or something. And worse he didn’t even get to go after Kaiba for you.” Yami nodded.

“You’re right, Little One. I almost feel sorry for him. Maybe I’ll ask Seto where he orders his sex toys from and buy Bakura a whip for all his troubles.” Yugi and Yami exchanged smiles.

“I’d think he’d like that, Yami.” Yami got up to clear the table. “Maybe you can get Ryou and me one too.” Yami shook his head. He did not just hear that.



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The door opened revealing Seto Kaiba. He was wearing a tight fitting black sweater and khaki chinos. Yami smiled. He had to admit, the CEO looked delicious. If things were different maybe he would have jumped him, but they weren’t, and he wouldn’t.

“You’ve never worn black around me, Seto. Not like this.”

“No. Besides, I thought you liked me in white.”

“I like you naked.” They met eyes, fire and ice connecting and all the sparks returning. Yami shuddered and looked away. He should not have said that.

“Yami.” Seto cupped Yami’s face in his hands. Yami looked at him and away again. Seto removed his hand. If this was going to go as planned he had to be patient. “Did you eat, Yami?”

“No.”

“Would you like something?” Yami nodded. “There’s some food in the kitchen.” Seto took off, strolling across the house. Yami followed. This was a bad idea. Any moment now and they were going to be at it again. The last time Seto had tried to serve Yami dinner Yami had cracked the plate on the floor and he had wound up thrown against the dinning room wall.

“When did you get your appetite back?” Seto asked, uncovering Yami’s plate.

“This morning.”

“Glad to hear it. You were getting much too bony for my taste.”

“You say that as if my weight loss has anything to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. Like I already said in no uncertain terms, no one likes having sex with someone so skinny.” Yami narrowed his eyes, trying to control the rage that was just underneath the surface. “Sit Yami, please.”

Yami did.

“We have much to discuss, Yami. I know that is the only reason why you agreed to meet me tonight.”

“There is much to discuss, Seto. I know that you believe there is something salvageable in this. Maybe a friendship, but otherwise, if this doesn’t get a clean resolution there is only going to be more pain to deal with.”

“Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, Yami. We aren’t friends. This was never a friends with benefits arrangement. Make no mistakes about that. If this ends here tonight I don’t see myself having much contact with you.”

Yami considered what Seto said but said nothing. “Anyway, I have done a lot of thinking today, as I’m sure you have. We need to talk about this, but I have always been a believer that actions speak louder than words. If we are to talk, it will be on my terms.”

“And just what are your terms, Seto?” Yami asked, growing a little uneasy.

“When we have finished eating I will show you.”

“No. I don’t want to finish eating. I want this to be resolved.” Seto looked down at his untouched food. is tis time this was finished for good.”

“Fine. Have it your way. We’ll move right on to dessert.” Seto stood up, not bothering to cover their unmoved meals. “Follow me, Yami.” Yami stood up and did, not really sure he was doing the right thing. Seto was plotting something, and he wanted to know what. He was desperate to know what.

Once inside of Seto’s bedroom the billionaire closed and locked the door and looked at Yami like a Porterhouse steak. “What, Seto?” Yami got the answer to the “what” as Seto pounced on him, pushing him against the wall. “Seto!” Yami screamed as Seto grabbed his neck with his teeth, teasing the tender flesh before leaning over to completely devour the skin. Yami tried to fight Seto’s aggression but was too overwhelmed to make a move. “Stop it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Yami pushed Seto away from him and stared, crimson eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking what belongs to me.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“No, Yami.” Yami gave Seto a disgusted look. “Now, let us get down to business, shall we?”

“You have obviously lost your mind, Seto. I did not come here to have sex. Obviously your intentions are corrupt.” Yami walked back to the door. When he tried to unlock it he found that he couldn’t. “What has happened to your door?”

“It’s not going to open for you. I used a key.” Yami spun around. Seto held the key in front of him before he slipped it into his pants. “If you’d like to leave you can come get the key.”

“You have seriously lost it. What happened to all your talk about trying to work this out?”

“You were right, Yami. We can never be happy together. So I decided we’d just go back to the way things were before all these complicated feelings got in the way. You can take off your clothes now and we can begin.”

“You need help, Seto.” Yami shook his head in disbelief. “I suggest you remove that key from your pants. If I have to go over there and get it myself you’re not going to have your testicles.” Seto smirked.

“Is that an open challenge?”

“It’s a warning. Now enough games, I am not amused.”

“But you are aroused,” Seto pointed out, smiling at the bulge in Yami’s leather pants. Yami couldn’t believe his body was betraying him in this way. It had to be the assault on his neck. Why was Seto doing this? What had happened to him?

“Seto, tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me why you’re doing this to us.”

“I’m thinking there should be less talk and more action. And I’m doing this because it’s the only way we can go back to the way things were.”

“Things will never be the same, Seto. You know that as do I. If you do not let me leave right now, I will have to take drastic measures.” Seto laughed. “I’m not sure what you think keeping me locked up in here is going to prove. It is over between us.”

“Perhaps in your mind, Yami. In my mind this will never end.” Seto walked towards him. “You’re property of mine. And until I get tired of you, this will continue.” Yami made a face. He never thought it could happen, he never thought the CEO would lose it. But it was clear he had. He had become unraveled, and looked hell-bent on taking Yami down with him.

“Seto, stay away from me. I don’t want to hurt you unjustly.” Seto took several more steps forward.

“Don’t you though? Don’t you enjoy hurting me?”

“That was different, that was a game.” He shortened the space between them again.

“A game? The marks on my body were a game to you, Yami?” Seto yanked the shirt off. “Do they look like a game to you? They didn’t feel like a game.”

“Of course they were a game. It just got too far. That’s why this has to end. We’ll only hurt each other again.”

“Like I hurt you on Wednesday?” Seto took three more steps, invading Yami’s personal space. “Was that a game too, Yami?”

“That got out of hand.”

“Well I enjoyed it, Pharaoh. I’d like things to get out of hand again.” Yami took a step back, hitting the door. He was seething with anger, with passion…he didn’t know what Seto thought he was accomplishing, but it wasn’t working. And if he didn’t stop this he was going to be in a lot of pain very shortly. Seto stroked his cheek.

“You’re pretty when you’re frightened.”

“I’m not frightened, I’m annoyed.” Yami jerked away. “Do not touch me. Do not waste my time.” Seto repeated his action, but this time his hand stroked the cheek before running down Yami’s shirt.

“You should take this off,” Seto whispered, gripping the shirt in his fist. “I’d hate to have to hurt you more than I planned to.”

“Let me go.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that, Yami.” Yami pushed him. Seto smirked. “At least try to fight me.” Yami took a step forward.

“I warned you, Seto. But obviously you have gone off the deep end. Anything that happens at this point will be your fault.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Seto reached behind Yami and flipped off the light switch, plunging them into darkness. Seto walked across the room, Yami turned to turn the lights back on, but found they no longer worked.

“What did you do to the lights?”

“They’re rigged. They’re not coming back on.”

“What will that accomplish?”

“It will make things easier for me. I won’t have to stare at the blood this time.” Yami’s eyes widened. Seto had gone mad, that was the only explanation for it. Seto opened a lighter and lit a few candles that sat perched on his windowsill. “That’s better.” Yami eyes blinked a few times to adjust to the dim lighting. “Shall we begin? Look Yami, candles, bitches love candles.”

“I am not amused, Seto!” Yami retorted, his eyes blazing brighter than the flames. Seto slinked towards him like a cat, and Yami had to resist every urge to step back. He was scared, no he was terrified. This made no sense. Even if Seto was attempting physical contact to soothe Yami’s unease, this was certainly not the kind of contact Yami envisioned.

“Would you like to do this the hard way, or the easy way?” Seto was undoing his khakis.

“Unlock the door!”

“Scream all you want, the rooms are soundproof remember? And besides your screams only make the sex kinkier.”

“I am not going to be sleeping with you.”

“Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn’t have come up into my room. You’re frightened, and you’re turned on. And you’re confused. You’re afraid I’m going to harm you.”

“And are you, Seto?” Yami’s voice was low, partially from fear and partially from anger.

“Don’t you want to be harmed, Pharaoh?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, we’re back to the cursing.”

“Let me leave. Right now!”

Seaughaughed. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.” Seto smiled as Yami walked over to him.

“You’re going to regret this, Seto.”

“Will I?”

“I hate you. I am glad this is over. I am glad I never have to gaze upon that contemptuous smirk again. This is your last chance, otherwise…” Yami didn’t finish his thought. His mind was racing, his heart was pounding…his blood was rushing through his veins. He was angry, aroused, confused. Every part of his body was on fire.

“This isn’t over. It never will be. This is only just beginning, Yami.” Seto leaned in, his eyes glowing in the light. Yami made no move as Seto kissed him. The kiss was aggressive, hungry, lethal…Yami resisted the urge to moan. As soon as he got the chance, he was getting into Seto’s now discarded pants and finding that key, he would…

His mind began short-circuiting, he moaned, unintentionally, against his will. What was Seto doing to him? Suddenly the kiss’ edge dulled. They were no longer dueling, their tongues in the mist of a slow dance. There no dno dominance, no submission…there were just two tongues intermingling, tasting…probing…delving…

He couldn’t breath…and he wasn’t sure if it were the kiss or not. This was different. This was now unhurried, but still passionate…it was slow and sensual with fire brewing underneath the surface. Seto released his lips, running his thumb against the now bruised surface.

Yami’s eyes were still closed, his tongue running along the microscopic lines of Seto’s fingerprint. What was he doing? Why was he doing this…why was he allowing Seto to do this to him…this was going to end in pain…

“Now, Yami…if there are no more protests, let’s continue this on the bed.” Yami opened his eyes, desire and anger warring in his depths.

“Open the door. Right. Now.” Seto smirked. He walked over to the bed and sat down.

Yami shot him a deadly glare and bent down, picking up the pants. He searched the pockets, but could find no key. “It’s not in there, Pharaoh.” Yami stood up. “It’s here.” Seto’s hand ran over his black silk boxers, caressing his erection.

“Whatever you think this will be, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“If you want to leave so bad, come over here and get the key, Yami.” Seto’s hand continued to molest his arousal through the smooth fabric.

“What happened to you? Why are you acting like this? Why don’t you want to talk about this like a rational adult?”

“You’re going to tell me it’s over. And so I decided to show you that it will never be over.”

“It is not your decision to make, Seto.”

“Oh but it is. If I left the decision up to you, you’d tell me that we were at the end. So I’m making the decision.”

“Fuck you, Seto. You have insisted since yesterday that I am the bad guy here. I am only doing what you don’t have the guts to do.”

“So testy tonight.”

“You will unlock this door.”

“Come over here and retrieve the key.”

“You do not want this, Seto. You have no idea how close I am to hurting you.”

“Hurting me? Like I hurt you?” Seto was smiling evilly. Yami shivered but stood his ground.

“Would you like me to show you what real pain is, Dragon? Would you like me to reenact Wednesday night for you?”

“I dare you, Slut.” Yami walked over to him, stopping only inches from Seto’s legs.

“This will be your fault, and your undoing.” Seto laughed.

“Empty threats, unfulfilled promises. Do it…hurt me…if you dare…” Yami pushed Seto, and slipped on top of him. The shove wasn’t hard, and Seto leaned back, allowing Yami to get on top of him. “You’re too afraid to hurt me…and you know if you ever got close I’d hurt you again.”

Unsettled wine colored eyes glared at the teen underneath him. “You’ll never get the chance.” And then Yami leaned in and grabbed Seto’s neck and bit into him. Seto arched up, groaning at the pain, reeling in the pleasure. Yami licked the wound, thirsty for that addicting taste. Yes, baby…yes…do it…heal…

“Yami, you will pay for that,” Seto promised, trying to keep the lust out of his voice. He had to get through this. Before Yami figured out what was really happening.

“You’re so full of it, Seto,” Yami hissed, leaning down and grabbing a nipple with his teeth. Seto closed his eyes, biting his lip…trying to relieve the tension. Seto got a hold of Yami.

“Take off your shirt, Slut,” Seto demanded, his voice deep and demanding. Yami looked at him, his mind not really fully processing what he was doing. He threw the shirt off and unto the floor, revealing his beautiful tan chest. Seto’s fingers pinched a nipple. Yami shivered, his eyes flickering with ardor.

“I am nobody’s slut, Seto. And I will remind you of that.” Yami leaned back over his nails scratching at the flesh. He kissed Seto with his teeth, Seto allowing the teen to run his tongue against the fresh wound.

If Yami hadn’t been so plagued with desire at the moment he would have noticed that this sex play was like none they had ever experienced before…if he had taken the time to think about it he would have realized that Seto was no longer fighting him. And most importantly, he would have discovered that his actions were not matching his words.

He was angry, and filled with hate, but that hate did not transcribe into his ministrations. Yami was grinding his hips into the boy underneath him as he attacked the other nipple. His hands worked into the sable tresses on top of the other’s head. Seto moaned, leaning up into the bites. Gods, baby…yes…that’s it…more…

Yami released the other nub and looked into icy blue eyes. “You will let me leave, Seto,” Yami remarked, his hand snaking into Seto’s boxers. Seto stilled Yami’s hand.

“You’re mine, Cum Slut. And I’m going to fuck you into the bed.”

“No, Dragon. It is over!” Yami sat up, anger still boiling out of control. Seto watched the conflict play out in his lover’s mind, and while Yami’s mind scrambled with what to do next Seto used the slight advantage to reach over into the nightstand and pull out a pair of handcuffs.

“I’m afraid, Yami, that you will have to submit to me. And if it is against your will then so be it.” Yami glared at him, but made no real struggle to get away. Seto rolled on top of him. Yami fought him a little, not really saying anything as Seto pressed kisses to his wrist before handcuffing his hands together.

“You’re just too hot to let get away from me. No hard feelings, you understand, Baby.” Yami growled, pushed Seto with his attached hands. “Fight me.”

“Fuck you, Bitch!”

“So hostile.”

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…” Let it all out, Yami…let it go…that’s it… “Release my hands.”

“You wanted them like this, you love the way the metal feels on your delicate skin.”

“No.”

“You enjoy being chained to the bed as well. I fantasized about taking you on a coffee table today. Tied…the usual cock and ball torture. The best part was, you weren’t begging for it…you were screaming…screaming for me to finish you off…” Seto’s hands were tracing down the plains of Yami’s chiseled chest. He reached the pants and unbuttoned them.

“Stop it. Right now! I will not allow this to continue. I do not want to be with you anymore.” Yami’s hands were now over his head, and even though they were not attached to the headboard, Yami made no moves to move them…he lifted his hips off the bed as Seto began pulling down his pants.

“You know how you can tell a slut, Yami? Slut’s don’t wear underwear.”

“Go to Hell!” Seto smirked and tossed the pants onto the floor.

“You know what a cum slut’s guide to life is? Life’s like a big fat cock. When it gets hard, fuck it.” Yami moaned as Seto flicked his tongue out at Yami’s arousal. “Looks like someone wants to play, don’t they.”

“No! Stop it, right now.”

“No is always yes with slut’s, Yami…” Seto’s wet tongue teased the head of Yami’s penis, Yami arching off the bed slightly. “You’re such a dirty little cum slut too, the things you’ve let me do to you…you have no shame.” Another lick. “You’re a freak, Yami. Only a freak would allow his master to take him in shamefully humiliating ways. Of course, in your case, you wanted every moment of it…didn’t you, Slut?”

“Stop!” Yami had broken out into a sweat, his hands remained above his head. He moaned as Seto’s tongue glided across his swollen cock.

“You’re moaning makes my dick swell, Yami…” Seto then went down on him completely. Yami moaned, his hands coming down and grabbing fists full of brown hair. Seto sucked the skin, expertly. Give yourself to me, Baby…we’re close…this can be over…if you let it be… Yami thrust his hips into that tight, warm mouth, the sensation taking over.

Seto’s mouth made exaggerated movements, practically slurping the skin off as Seto bobbed his head. Yami groaned…why wasn’t he trying to get away…why wasn’t he stopping Seto from doing this to him? Seto quickened the pace, Yami seeing stars as the CEO’s teeth lightly grazed the shaft.

“Dragon….Ra…Seto…please…don’t stop…don’t…oh shit…fuck…Seto…”

Seto hummed something incoherent and it wasn’t long be Yam Yami came into Seto’s mouth. Seto swallowed every drop.

Seto released Yami’s penis, it falling out of his mouth, slick and wet. “All you slut’s are the same, Yami. Yami moved his legs closed, he opened his eyes and stared up at Seto. “I will take what’s mine, Yami.”

“Leave me alone…” He’s not trusting me yet…not completely…And he’s not trusting himself yet either…that’s why he’s not fighting back…I guess I’ll have to take drastic measures…

“I’m going to give you a taste of what’s to come, Yami.” Yami remained laying on the bed, his hands finally coming down to rest on his abdomen. Seto leaned over, and opened the drawer.

Why wasn’t he running, why was he letting Seto do this to him…why was he lying here, handcuffed…why wasn’t he fighting him…or trying to get away…

“Do you remember this, Yami?” Yami’s eyes focused onto a small cylindrical vior. or. “Part of me wants to make you put this in you yourself, but the sight of you in handcuffs, helpless, completely at my mercy is just too good to give up. I’m going to force this inside of you…”

“No.”

“Yes. And you’re going to lay there and take it…like a good little slut.” Yami swallowed hard, his penis jumped at Seto’s words.

What was wrong with him…why wasn’t he fighting him…cursing or screaming…he didn’t want Seto to do this to him…to take him…and possibly hurt him all over again…but he wasn’t trying to get away…was Seto going to do something to him…would he really harm him?

Yami watched as Seto prepared the toy, slicking it with a thick lubricant. The toy was narrow and thin, not large enough to really do much to him unless the on switch was activated, but Yami was frightened, the feeling in his stomach telling him that he was going to get hurt.

“Why would you do this to me, Seto? After all we’ve been through?” Yami’s voice was soft, and low, and his eyes didn’t leave the vibrator as Seto opened his legs back up.

“You need a lesson, Yami. A refresher course…you’ve obviously forgotten all your training from Slut’s 101.”

“No…please don’t hurt me…”

“You like the pain, Yami…you thrive on it…”

“No…” Yami was falling apart…all his vulnerability was here…he was practically on the verge of tears. What was wrong with him…why wasn’t he fighting back… Yami’s breathing became harder…he was panicking. Seto watched the pain on Yami’s face…he watched Yami’s eyes, clouded with lust, and anger, and self-hate… and as the first tears of the night fell Seto leaned over and kissed them.

“I’m going to hurt you, Yami…like I did on Wednesday…” Seto was whispering…soothing Yami’s fears by kissing his neck and his cheek.

“You didn’t mean to hurt me then, Seto…I made you do it…”

“Nobody makes me do anything I don’t want to do, Yami…” Seto’s words ended in another kiss. Come on, Yami…get over all this…please, Baby…I kno can can get through this…

“I wanted that pain…I needed it…I was feeling helpless…”

“You’re helpless now, Yami…you’re helpless to stop me.” But Yami wasn’t helpless, Seto wasn’t attacking him…he hadn’t attached him to the bed…he hadn’t used the vibrator yet…he hadn’t done anything…no biting…no maiming…

Yami moved his hands up, and back over his head. Seto leaned in and kissed up the rest of the tears. “You’re afraid, aren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes…”

“You’re afraid I’ll hurt you…but not just physically…you’re afraid I hate you enough to hurt you mentally. You think you’ll do the same to me…” Seto’s kisses were back on Yami’s mouth… “Am I right?”

“Yes…”

“You think one of us will lose control again…Wednesday will happen again…” The kisses were back at Yami’s neck. “Is that what frightens you?”

“Yes…”

“Then why haven’t you tried to get away, Baby?” Yami looked into Seto’s eyes.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because I need you, Dragon.” Yami’s voice was suddenly deep again, husky…his eyes were flickering, and then they were clear. “I do not want to be away from you. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Do you.” Seto sat up, still straddling Yami’s legs.

“I crave the physical contact, Seto.” Yami’s eyes narrowed. “I crave the pain…and I enjoy watching your shoulder bleed.” The tone in his voice had darkened.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of what? Of you, Bitch?” Seto smiled, devilishly. “I still have to exact my revenge.”

“Last I checked you were still handcuffed, Yami.” Seto got off of Yami’s legs and Yami sat up.

“Why would that stop me?” Yami asked, suddenly back to normal. He leaned over, grabbing Seto’s lips and joining them in a fusing kiss. Seto moaned, allowing Yami’s naked form to press against him in a delirious way.

Yami dominated the kiss, Seto easily submitting, easily allowing Yami to do what they both knew had to be done. Yami placed his handcuffed hands over Seto’s head, the chain pressing into the back of the billionaire’s neck. Yami’s emotions were still very close to the surface, they still fueled his movements, but the pain was gone now…as were the fear and self-doubt. He loved and hated this teen. And if that was the way things were…then that’s the way they’d be.

“I’m going to use the vibrator on you, Yami,” Seto commented, allowing Yami to push him back onto the covers. Yami’s hands were still secured at the sides of Seto’s neck by the handcuffs.

“Use it, Bitch…fuck me with it…Force it inside of me…”

“With pleasure, Slut.” Seto pressed the small toy at Yami’s opening as Yami shifted so that he was on his knees over Seto. Seto plunged the vibrator into Yami, Yami groaning at the contact. “Cum Slut likes, doesn’t he…”

“Fuck you!”

“Soon, Baby.” Seto screamed in pleasure as Yami attacked his nipples again, biting down hard enough to nearly rip the defenseless nubs right off. “Oh fuck, Yami…that fucking hurts…”

“I know…” Yami smiled and then kissed Seto hard, dominating his lips as Seto blindly switched on the toy…Yami’s moans gave Seto the upper hand as the kiss continued. But he allowed Yami to keep control as he hit that special spot inside of him. Yami was trapped, the chain on the handcuffs underneath Seto’s neck. And Seto was trapped underneath Yami…Yami’s hips grinding into Seto’s erection in rough, circles.

Yami’s kisses trailed to Seto’s chest again. The brain-freezing vibrations in his backside making it hard to concentrate on what he was doing to Seto. Seto pushed up into Yami as the toy pressed into him.

“I’m going to slide this toy in and out of you…and you’re going to moan like the whore you are, Yami…”

“Do it…Dragon…” Yami screamed as the toy began moving…slipping out of his tight opening only to reenter him again. “More…” Yami reached down nipping at Seto’s skin…none of Seto’s exposed chest was spared kisses and nippings…

“Fuck Yami…damn it…” Seto’s hips were bucking up into Yami’s, each time Seto pushed up, both boys groaned as their erections met.

“Does my, Bitch like that?”

“Hells yes, damn, Slut…” Seto moved the small toy into Yami’s opening faster, each hit to his prostate only making Yami’s kissing more rough. Yami screamed as Seto pushed the vibrator in harder. “That’s right…take it…”

“Give it to me…” Yami finished his demand with another kiss, this one was back on Seto’s lips, and he kissed him so hard Seto was almost sure he was going to come right like this, even though the only skin contact his throbbing hard-on was getting was with Yami’s arousal.

“Yami…oh gods…Baby…yes…fuck…Yami…fuck you…you’re killing me…” Yami’s lips were back at a nipple, slobbering on it, and then biting it.

“Tell me what you want to happen, Dragon…”

“Fuck me…You’re going to fuck me, Baby…”

“I’d thought you’d never ask.” Yami took his lips away. Seto switched off the vibrator and removed it. Yami groaned at the empty feeling. Seto lifted up, freeing Yami’s hands. “Make it quick, Seto…I need you right now…”

“Oh fuck you, Yami…” Seto sat up and grabbed the lube off the floor. “How do you want this to happen?”

“If it were up to me I’d take you like this…but since it’s not up to me, maybe I can speed the process up a little.”

“You’re still in handcuffs…”

“Your point?” Seto gave Yami a look and laid back, Yami coated his fingers with the sweet smelling lube and entered Seto. “Um…so tight, aren’t you…”

“Oh shut the shit up…”

“Such language…”

“Fuck you.” Yami laughed, probing his finger inside of Seto. There was some kind of turn on to being handcuffed as he prepared Seto. He rarely prepared Seto properly before he took him. Of course all the times he had taken him before this, Seto had been an unwilling participant in it…for the most part.

“Holy shit…” Seto’s hips bucked into the contact.

“Looks like, my bitch likes his ass fingered.” Seto was panting.

“Just hurry it up before I change my mind.” Yami angled his finger a little and Seto moaned.

“Too late for that.”

“It’s fine…just, let’s get it going here…” Seto moved and sat up. “You ready to enter your Dragon, Yami?”

“You ready to be entered?” Seto smirked.

“Lay back.” Yami did. “Don’t worry about the handcuffs, they’re staying on.”

“What are you plotting?”

“You shall soon see.” Seto found the vibrator. Yami’s eyes widened, and his smile broadened. “Well, Cum Slut…this is what we like to call double the pleasure.”

“And just how are you planning that?” Yami didn’t have to wait long for an answer as Seto slipped the vibrator back inside of his lover. “Oh Ra…fuck, Seto…warn me next time…” Seto laughed.

“I think you only really like the vibrator when it’s moving in and out of you, right?” Yami nodded. “Slut’s like movement a whole lot.”

“You certainly know a lot about slut’s, Seto…oh, that’s right…you’re that bitch that likes to get fucked in his own limo…” Yami laughed as Seto sneered.

“Maybe you and the riding crop can get real acquainted, Yami.” Yami stuck his tongue out at the CEO playfully. Seto laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you clean up the cum when it’s all done.”

It was Yami’s turn to laugh. “So, when are you going to hop on so we can end this?”

“Such an impatient tramp.” Seto turned away from Yami and straddled his hips backwards. “We’ll start in this position.” Seto got situated, then slowly began impaling himself on Yami’s erection so that his back was to him.

Yami growled. “Seto…oh shit…what are you doing…why aren’t you facing me…”

“I thought you would have had it figured out by now, Pharaoh…” Seto fought against the intrusion’s pain as he reached in between Yami’s legs and switched the vibrator back on. Yami’s scream resonated against the walls.

“Oh Ra!”

“I’m going to fuck your dick now, Baby…” Seto started moving, slowly…” Yami fought the urge to thrust up into that heat…until Seto started slipping the vibrator out.. Yami growled again…suddenly the vibrator was back inside and Yami bucked up.

The way Seto straddled him…it was nearly impossible for Yami to really thrust up into him, but that was okay because Seto was pushing down on the pulsating appendage, riding up and down on it like his asshole was born for this kind of pleasure giving.

“Now, Yami…I want you to note…that like all the rest of the times you’ve taken me my erection is being neglected.” Seto moved harder, Yami screamed again in response. “Vocal… I like that in my whores.”

“Seto…Dragon…I…” Seto’s movements were still at a fairly slow pace, even though the vibrator pressed into him roughly. “It’s so good…”

“Show me…”

Yami forced his hips up, Seto accommodating Yami’s length. He looked so hot the way he sat on top of Yami…riding him into the sheets, sweat gleaming down his back. His back muscles flexing. His head cocked back as he continued, his arms rubbing Yami’s thighs, and his right hand using that toy on him.

“Faster…please, Seto…” Yami was pleading…that fire inside of him needed to be put out…bad.

“Nothing doing, Yami…if I’m going to be fucked I’m controlling it…” Yami moaned loudly, and the CEO took pity on him. Seto moved a little bit faster, and Yami felt it…Seto was so tight around him, as tight as his smallest pair of leather pants. “You’re going to come inside of me, right, Baby?”

“Yes, fuck…YES…”

“And you’re not going to run away from me anymore are you? You’re not going to run away from this, you’re going to embrace it?”

“NEVER…I’ll never run from this…you are mine…”

“As you are mine…” Seto slid the toy back inside of Yami and left it inside of him, moving it in hard circles. Yami screamed again… “Come inside of my tightness…show your dragon how you love him…”

“Seto….SETO…..” Seto squeezed his ass tightly around the throbbing as he worked himself back down to the hilt.

“Come, Baby…dominate me…and submit to me…you are mine…and I am yours…” The dual sensations, Seto’s words…everything…that was it…Yami came hard, the force was so great Seto’s body flew up as it was filled with Yami’s warm seed. Yami panted, his handcuffed wrists running into his hair, the pleasure overtaking him.

Seto turned off the toy and threw it across the room. Yami was heaving, his chest rising and falling hard. “This is not over yet, Yami. I have yet to release.”

“Yes, I am aware of that. How would you like this to continue?” Seto turned around.

“Sit up.” Yami did. Exhausted, even though Seto had essentially done all the work. “I want more of my cum slut’s dick.”

“Yes, Dragon. Your cum slut wants to give it to you.”

“You will soon see why I have kept the handcuffs on you, Yami.” Seto straddled Yami’s hips and impaled himself again. Yami’s hands instinctively went around Seto’s neck. Seto kissed him and started moving again, his hand coming to his erection.

“Stroke yourself, Seto…feel me inside of you…”

“This can never end, Yami…do you understand…”

“And it won’t…” Yami bucked his hips up into him as Seto rolled up and down on his hips. Yami kissed Seto’s neck, running his tongue along the bite mark. “This won’t be in vain, Seto…we are connected…bound together…”

“Yes…for good now…” Seto continued moving, Yami’s cock grinding into his prostate forcefully. Yami sucked Seto’s neck, leaving love marks everywhere. Seto continued to stroke himself, getting closer to the edge.

“All is well now, Dragon…now that you are back to remembering that you are the bitch.”

“Fuck you!”

“Who’s the one with a dick inside of him?”

“Fuck you, Yami…” Yami kissed him gently. “Fuck, Yami…” Seto’s hair remained plastered to his head, sweat dripping in between their chests.

“You were right, Dragon. This was fixable. How lucky for us that you’re so smart.” Yami decided he’d stroke Seto’s ego a little while Seto was busy stroking himself. “I cannot wait to submit to you…that vibrator is not equal to the real thing.”

“Yami…”

“Thank you for freeing my soul, for suffering with me through all this…” Yami kissed the shell of Seto’s ear. “Your whore thanks you…and he’s eager to please,” Yami breathed into Seto’s ear.

“Baby…gods…”

“Once I am up and running again perhaps we can try your coffee table idea…” Yami kissed Seto’s neck. His voice was low, but Seto still heard every word Yami said to him over his groans. “I long to taste you, Seto…I long to feel you filling me up…I want you…need you to make me your cum slut.”

“So close…so good..Baby…Yami…”

“Only you, Seto…only you…I’m yours…always…” Seto groaned hard. “Make me submit…hurt me…the way I love it…”

“Yami…shit…”

“Come now, Seto. Let this be over…end it…then we can both heal…”

“I’m…shit…I’m coming…”

“Yes, release…” Seto groaned and released into his own hand. Yami released inside of him again, showering Seto’s face with sweet kisses. Seto leaned forward, pressing Yami back into the mattress.

“You are mine, Slut. I will not allow you to think otherwise.”

“Yes, Bitch…yes…we are one now.” Seto kissed Yami’s neck. “You are my blue-eyed dragon.”

“Baby…ummm…” Their lips met again. When the kiss broke, Seto shifted. “I’m not sure where the key is.”

“No…I want to stay like this…leave them on.” Seto narrowed his eyes. “They are a sign of your love.” Seto smirked.

“Only a cum slut enjoys sleeping in handcuffs.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not again, you won’t.” Yami laughed as Seto pressed kisses into his neck. Yami’s hand remained around Seto’s neck, in the cuffs. “When are you free again, so we can try that coffee table?”

“I’m free the same day you’re free to get fucked up the ass in the limo.”

Seto narrowed his eyes in anger. “You’re not getting those handcuffs off, Yami. You can wear them for good. You can explain to Yugi and the other’s why.”

“Why? It’s because you’re an asshole, that’s why. A bastard that enjoys doing bad things to me.”

“Naughty boys deserve to be punished.”

“I hate you, Seto.”

“And I love you for hating me, Yami.” Yami and Seto exchanged looks.

There was nothing to say to that. Yami gave up on the conversation and snuggled into Seto. Seto nuzzled him a bit, also saying nothing.

Good night, my sexy dragon…

Sleep now, Baby…


Owari

Author’s Endnotes: It’s all done! Was it worth the wait? Were you surprised? Angry, happy? So Seto and Yami are…well, we don’t know what they are…I guess they have gone back to being rivals with benefits… only this time…their love-hate will be a strength, not a weakness. What an undertaking. What a story. I’m shocked I wrote this… I’m delighted you read this. And I’m so glad it’s over. The emotional roller coaster has ended. And I’ve come away from it unharmed. I think that last lemon will be the closest Seto and Yami ever get to making love, but hey, that’s the way it goes. So now, click the review button and tell me what you think…. Go on… do it… I know you want to. ^_^