Possession

First Things First: Thank you as always for the reviews. Yes, alas…Seto and Yami are finished…it’s a sad state of affairs. Me and the angst… I tell ya. But this story’s not quite done yet, there’s still more to come…this chapter we get to see how each one of them is dealing with it. I included two lyrics, first is for Seto, the second for Yami. Angeldust, thank you for the lyrics… I want to use them next chapter with another song that fits in perfectly with the mood of chapter 8. You know, there are a plethora of breakup songs out there…and most of the good ones are downloaded on my computer. I actually have a CD I made entitled, Songs To Slit Your Wrist To. Angstiest, saddest, most depressing songs ever sung. If you can get through the whole thing without getting depressed you’re probably not human.

Disclaimer: I officially don’t own Yugioh.


Chapter 7: Officially Missing You

I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song's my sorry

At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away

~ Everytime
Britney Spears

All I hear is raindrops, falling on the rooftop
Oh baby why’d you have to go
Cuz this pain I’m feeling won’t go away
And today, I’m officially missing you

I thought that from this heartache I could escape
But I’ve heard it long enough to know
There ain’t no way
And today, I’m officially missing you

Oooh, can’t nobody do it like you
Said every little thing you do
Hey Baby, it stays on my mind
And I’m officially missing you

~Officially Missing You
Tamia

Seto turned to look in the direction the voice was coming from. Someone was calling his name. He narrowed his eyes, and was a little surprised that it was . H. His baby. “Baby, what is it?”

“Such an ass, why didn’t you call me this morning.” Seto shrugged. He didn’t know. This felt funny. Something was wrong. “on, on, I missed your call.”

“Fine.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“You tell me that all the time, Baby, what’s your point?” Yami made a face but said nothing. “You’re so ridiculous sometimes.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Dragon.” Seto didn’t argue and did as the spirit requested. The kiss was passionate within moments, both of them allowing their hunger for each other to dictate their tongue play. Seto felt like he was floating… like he could lift off and go soaring in the clouds, and worse, of course, his thoughts were making him sound like a love-stuck schoolboy.

The kiss broke and Yami was straddling his hips. They were sitting on Seto’s bed, which was strange, especially since he didn’t recall being in his room anyway. Yami pressing against the bulge in his lap was enough to allow Seto to forgo further thoughts on the matter.

“I love you, Dragon,” Yami affirmed rather randomly. They never said it, at least not like this. “What, I can’t tell my lover that I love him?”

“You can, but you never do it.”

“But I do love you, I love you so much, Dragon. Now you tell me how much you love me.” Seto frowned. “Don’t you love me, Dragon?”

“Every time I say it you accuse me of being soft.”

“Nonsense.” Yami shifted on Seto’s legs and gave his neck a gentle kiss.

“You’re not acting much like yourself, Yami.”

“Why?”

“You don’t seem so unstable, you seem put together, and nice.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re usually on the verge of killing me.”

“Hogwash.”

“Hogwash? Since when do Egyptian kings use words like “hogwash”?”

“I will remind you that there is nothing changed about me.” Yami pushed Seto back onto the covers and attacked his face with desperate little kisses. “I want you, Dragon. You are my everything.”

“Um…Yami…”

“I want you inside of me, Dragon. I need that stiff prick of yours inside of me.” That certainly sounded like Yami…it felt like him to, as Yami undressed himself. Seto could feel something nagging the back of his mind…like something wasn’t quite right…but Yami’s mouth was already exploring his nipples, and he was too overwhelmed by the sensations to stop it.

Seto was naked now…and Yami was impaling himself… had he even lubricated him? “I want to feel you raw, Dragon…I want all ten inches of you in me.” Seto’s dick pulsed at Yami’s confession and he started moving once Yami was in place. He felt like a porno star, taking Yami without preparation.

“You have to come, Dragon…hurry..”

“You first…”

“No, Dragon…you have to, before it’s too late…”

“Too late?” Seto couldn’t feel Yami anymore, the sensations were weakening, he could feel himself loose his concentration…what was…what was happening…


Seto opened one eye as he woke up. He adjusted on the obnoxiously large bed, trying to find the warmth of his baby. Why wasn’t he finding Yami? Didn’t the asshole spend the night last night? “Yami?” He opened his other eye, consciousness not fully restored to him yet as he reached over and grabbed his cell phone.

His head landed on the pillow again, and he closed his eyes.

He was still hard as hell from his dream. What good was having a fuck buddy if he wasn’t there to fuck? “Yami,” Seto spat at the cell phone, waiting for the voice recognition to activate. He put the phone to his ear, thinking about maybe stopping by the game shop for an early morning romp, before work…he’d bring Yami breakfast… a muffin…hell, he’d leave Ryou and Yugi muffins too.

What kind of muffins did the pharaoh like? Was it everything but blueberry or nothing but blueberry? And why wasn’t he picking up his cell phone? It had already rung four times. Seto opened his eyes again and pulled his head off the pillow.

Reality set in. Seto closed the phone and threw it back on his nightstand. What the hell was wrong with him? Yami wasn’t picking up his phone because it was four in the morning. And more importantly, he wasn’t picking up because Seto had ended things with him two days ago. What, was he mad?

Emptiness and incompletion abounded. He was alone and miserable, and it had only been two days. His heart had been besieged by doubt. Why had he ended it again? He had said it was for the best…but hell if he wasn’t so sure anymore. He needed Yami…maybe it was just for the sex…this had been the second wet dream in as many nights. He was lucky to sleep at all. He had taken a Go-To-Sleep brand sleeping pill and gotten nostalgic, remembering that Yami had taken one the first night they had slept together.

Things had gotten out of hand, between the websites and the news reports, and that damn incident in front of the hotel that had been on the airwaves every moment of the day on some channel, it was better to call it a wrap, end it. Let it go. This was for the best. He’d see that, it was just hard to let go, that was all. It was only natural to be feeling like this right now, he was with the spirit for a year, why shouldn’t he feel like this?

They say if you love something let it go, if it comes back it’s yours…if it doesn’t…fuck, there is no going back…this is done…Yami’s done…he’s tired of it. Like I am. He’s probably already over it.

Seto jumped as the familiar sound of Yami’s specified ring tone started playing. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? Not pick it up? Then Yami would probably keep calling. He hadn’t heard the sound of his voice since Monday night. And here it was Wednesday morning.

Seto took a deep breath and cleared his throat before he picked the cellular device back up. “Hello, this better damn well be important.” Yami narrowed his eyes so sharply Seto could practically see it on his end. “Can I help you?”

“Is there a reason you called me, Kaiba?” Seto’s heart stopped, Yami’s deep, rich voice reverberated in his ear. He wondered how it was he sounded so well put together at this time in the morning. “Kaiba, I believe I asked you a question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re calling me.”

“I have a missed call, it’s from your cell phone.”

“I didn’t call you. I did find the phone on thoor,oor, maybe it knocked off the nightstand and dialed you. I certainly wouldn’t do it intentionally.”

“You’re full of it.”

“Why are you calling me, Pharaoh? I am trying to get some sleep.”

“I am returning your phone call. How childish to call me and then deny it. It is conversations like this one that make me appreciate your decision to end it all the more.”

“I have no reason to call you, if you’re that dick hungry that you would fabricate a phantom phone call I’m sorry. Maybe I can find you an escort service.”

“You’re an asshole, and I will always hate you, Kaiba.”

“Good. Because I hate you as well. You’re utterly pathetic, calling me at four in the morning, because you miss me. No matter how hard you beg me, I will never take you back. The sooner you understand that the better. Don’t call me again, don’t fax me, or email me, don’t leave a voicemail. Act as if we’ve never known one another.” Then Seto hung up.

Yami stared at the cell phone for a moment and then threw it across the room. His anger was boiling out of control. Bad enough Seto woke him up after he had finally managed to get to sleep, but he was sweaty and he could feel excesses moisture in his boxer shorts. He had had a wet dream about the CEO, and the aftermath of it was evident. Yami got up and decided to shower. Perhaps the water would calm him down and he’d get sleepy again. Anything to take his mind off that argument.

That had been the first conversation, or argument rather, that they had had since Monday. There was a finality to their conversation on Monday, as if neither of them would ever speak again. Of course Seto’s early morning phone call put an end to that thought. What the hell was he trying to do? What was he hoping to prove? Was he doing it to be vindictive? Malicious? He didn’t buy that story about the phone accidentally calling him. Especially since he had voice dialing.

What, did he call his name in his sleep?

Yami slipped out of his boxer shorts and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. He lowered his head into the spray and soaked his hair before walking a couple of steps so he could saturate his entire body. He shut his eyes, and threw his head back to allow the steamy hot water to penetrate his neck, the clear liquid cascading down the plains of his muscular torso. Starting at his cheek he ran his hand down the smooth flesh of his upper body, experiencing thesatisations such self-exploration afforded him. It had only been six days ago that Seto had held him in this very spot, and he had rested his head on the brunet’s bare chest.

They had stood in the shower silently for an eternity, only getting out because they ran out of hot water. It had been tranquil, pure bliss. And now that moment felt like a lifetime ago. It haunted him now, a ghost of a relationship that had gone down in flames. He would never again have his dragon hold him like that. Hold him period. Not all of it was bherehere had been good spots. But a good spot here and there in a field of landmines was not enough to sustain a relationship. It was toxic and abusive and now…it was over.

Yami rested a shaking hand on the shower wall, holding himself up as he felt the emotions overwhelm him. He had been strong, he had been resolute. But Ra, damn it…he couldn’t…he couldn’t pretend that he was not dying inside…that Seto Kaiba hadn’t taken out his heart and squashed it underneath his dress shoe. Yami clenched his other hand into a fist in frustration as he felt the grief consume him. His dragon was gone, he had left him, although he had vowed they would be together forever.

He had tried not to be devastated by this…tried to put on a show. But here, under the water…his façade crumbled. He couldn’t distinguish between his tears and the shower water that ran down his face. The only proof he had that he was actually crying was the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest. The burning sensation in his throat as his sobs shifted from anger to loss. He was alone now…by himself. He relaxed his fist…his hand on his forehead as he twisted part of a blond bang into his fingers.

Seto was over him already. Seto had moved on…he was fine, strong…his life had returned to normal. Yami was left to whither and die. How had he managed to drive his dragon away… how had he succeeded in murdering their relationship? Fuck it, fuck him for wanting Seto back…for needing him this way. Fuck himself, for being this Ra damn weak. His hand balled back up into a fist and he threw it against the wall in fury. Seto was worth none of his tears… why did he miss the destructiveness so much? Why was he ng fng for the sometime-ish prick?

But Seto was his sometime-ish prick.

His dragon.

And now, now he was gone.

Yami crossed his arms ananedaned them against the wall and placed his head on top of them. Water beaded down his back as fresh tears escaped.
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Of course Seto was unable to sleep after he had spoken to Yami. Why should he? He had been so frustrated and wound up by the argument that he begun throwing things around his room. An overturned lamp and a shattered porcelain figurine sat in a corner. Seto sighed, he had to be up to get ready for work at six, after a half hour of pacing back and forth, tossing his belongings about he grabbed an empty suitcase and began tossing Yami’s clothes into it.

Yami had taken as much as could fit into the suitcase, but since Yami was over so much there were tons of items scattered throughout the room. He could recall, vividly, every single time Yami had worn every one of the shirts and pants he dumped into the suitcase. He could remember being with Yami when he tried on the various its,its, purchasing them for his baby. Seto looked at the chockers. What was he supposed to do with them? Perhaps he could burn them. He wasn’t sure where a lighter was. He left them on his dresser, making a mental note to toss them in the fireplace when he got a chance.

He was giving all of Yami’s things back today, after work. If this was going to be over there needed to be nothing else tying them together. He should have forced Yami to take all his shit on Monday. He’d drop off his things and pick up his own stuff, and that would be it. It’d be over, and Yami could finally be out of his life for good.

Seto sat on his bed, anger erupting in his mind and turning into turmoil. Why was he angry? Yami hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to say anything. Not really. And he had called Yami first. He had been the pathetic one. The weakling, calling Yami up, out of sheer desperation and need. What the hell was his problem anyway? Did he have to be so hostile towards him? It was almost as if if he wasn’t hostile than he’d have to face the reality of his despair. He hadn’t wanted to end it. Even as the words left his mouth he regretted them. Had he even thought it through? It had come out of nowhere. That didn’t mean it was wrong.

So it stung.

So he felt empty and hollow inside.

So be it. It was for the best. He was Seto Kaiba, for Christ sakes he couldn’t go questioning this. It was done. Yami would never forgive him anyway, even if he wanted the pharaoh back. And he didn’t want him back, of course not. It was Yami’s fault this had manifested itself into something other than a sex thing. Damn Yami for loving him. Why would he? Yami was foolish for letting himself get caught up. Seto Kaiba wasn’t boyfriend material. He wasn’t meant to be with anyone. Certainly not his biggest rival. It was a ludicrous state of affairs. And now it was done, and he wasn’t dwelling on this a second longer.

Yesterday had been torture, he had had to leave early and come home. He was unglued, a complete mess. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything, he hadn’t been able to keep down his lunch, finding himself excusing himself while eating with clients and vomiting in the bathroom. His body was taking it hard. Why he had no idea. But he needed to get it together. What in the world was wrong with him, anyway? He flipped on the television decg tog to watch the early morning news. He still had until six to have to get ready for his day.

Seto watched the flashing images on the flat screen, not really paying attention to what the reporters were saying. He was resting against the suitcase, the one he had thrown all of Yami’s things into. A scene with them in a restaurant came onto the screen. Seto narrowed his eyes and listened intently to the voiceover.


“This image of Mr. Kaiba and his assistant was taken a month ago. Mr. Kaiba has been seen with Mr. Motou multiple times, which leads many to believe that there is a relationship between the two. For now, the public must wait until Mr. Kaiba makes his next move. His interview with this station is scheduled for Friday at eight. Maybe then we will finally get to the bottom of this sorted affair.”


Seto turned off the television and rested his head against the suitcase. He could feel a migraine coming on. Soon enough the media would run out of images of Yami and him together. Especially since the relationship was now done. When would the images of Yami stop invading his mind…that was the real question.

“Dragon, I…downstairs, I’m y…I y…I froze.”

“You get used to the media. It’s a little overwhelming at first.” Seto didn’t bother to look up from his speed-reading.

“I didn’t think you’d come back for me. I figured you’d go inside and yell at me for getting caught up with them.”

“It’s not your fault. I wasn’t sure if they were going to be here, but I guess it’s their job to know about where I’m going to be.”

“Thank you for coming back for me, Dragon.” Seto looked to his right, Yami was giving him a little smile. “I love you.”

Despite all the rest of the bullshit, the fighting, the name-calling, all Yami had to do was say those three words and everything was right in the world.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Yami’s smile grew. Seto decided he was finished checking his email and allowed Yami to shut his laptop. Seto placed it on the nightstand and Yami straddled his hips. Yami held Seto close to him. Seto sighed sated. Most of the time it was either sex or screaming going on between them. But that small percent of the time when neither of them was in the mood for being violent, they had moments like this.

And these moments made up for all the rest of it.

“I love you, BaDid Did I tell you that, today?”

“You getting mushy on me, Prick?” Yami asked, with a small chuckle.

“You got a problem with that, Slut?” Seto rolled over, taking Yami with him so that he was on top of his smaller lover, and removing Yami’s chocker. Once that was out of the way he kissed Yami’s neck.

“I love you, Dragon. More than anything.” Yami moaned as the kissing continued. He wrapped his arms around his dragon’s neck. He could only hope this rare moment wasn’t fleeting, that they could hold on to it for a while. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted this. He needed this. These moments were few and far between, one of them always messed things up, one of them always said or did something obnoxious.

“How come we’re not alwlikelike this, Baby?” Seto wondered, nuzzling Yami’s neck again.

“Because you’re sometime-ish, that’s why.”

“That’s not a word.” Seto kissed him again.

“So what, you are sometime-ish.”

“And you’re violate.”

“I’m only responding to your sometime-ish behavior. If you were always this loving there would be no need to be so mean to you so much.”

“So you admit to being the aggressor?”

“Yes.”

“Oh if the media got wind of this, Seto Kaiba in an abusive relationship, being beaten and raped on a regular basis.” Yami laughed. “It’s not funny.”

“I haven’t raped you in months.” They both laughed. Yami held Seto closer, comforted by his weight. “It’s times like these, Dragon, I forget why I dislike you, and remember why I have a soft spot for you. You egotistical, bitch.”

“I love you too, Cum Slut.” Seto shifted so he could kiss Yami’s lips. If only they could bottle this, save it. It wouldn’t be long before they were at it again. Seto supposed it better just to lay with his baby and relish in this peacetime before they went crazy again.

“Dragon, when you’re not in meetings, will you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Hard?”

“As hard as you can stand it.”

“I adore you, Dragon. I want to be your whore, all weekend long.” Seto growled and snuggled up to his baby. “You must be tired, Dragon, you should take a nap before dinner. Then you’ll be wide awake when you take me tonight.”

“Oh, I’m taking you tonight?”

“All night, when you’re done with me I don’t want my asshole to close anymore.” Seto smirked and kissed Yami. “Go to sleep, Dragon. We’ll wake up and go get dinner. Then the fucking can commence.”

“You don’t want to tae?” e?” Seto teased, closing his eyes.

“Our romp in the limo should control my lust for your suffering for another few months. By the way, are you still hurting from that?”

“Slightly.”

“Then I guess I did my job.”

“Looking to earn yourself a punishment when we get back, Baby?”

“Um…I live for your punishments.” They smiled at each other and Seto snuggled back up into Yami to go to sleep, Yami holding him tightly and lovingly.

Seto grabbed his comforter and bed sheets and threw them off the bed. If he didn’t work off some of this anger he would destroy everything in his room. He left the bedroom and headed down stairs and into the basemente hae had gym equipment that he hardly used. He sorted through his things and looked for his boxing gloves. His punching bag was about to get worked over.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come with you.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But it’s a little late for sorry, isn’t it? Damn it, Yami, this just keeps getting worse. It’s only a matter of when. And once they’re convinced you’re with me it’s over.”

“I’m sorry your reputation will be ruined.”

“Don’t take that tone with me.”

“YOU CAUSED THIS. YOU. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Will you shut the fuck up, please, for two minutes, keep your fucking mouth closed. Holy fucking shit, I can’t deal with your crap anymore. I don’t like being nagged, Yami.”

“Why the Hell did you come out in the first place? What was going through your mind? You didn’t think we had enough problems, you wanted another challenge or something?”

“Don’t concern yourself with my motivations.”

“YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE EFFECTED BY THIS. Why are you being so self-involved, what you do impacts both of us. Boyfriend or not.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be my boyfriend, Yami? Well, this is what it means. This is the price.”

“Fuck you, that’s not what I wanted.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I never once dropped the “b” word, not once.”

“I hear the way your friends talk. The way Mokuba talks. Don’t deny it.”

“I don’t need a fucking title. You son-of-a-bitch what’s a title going to do? Are you going to suddenly stop acting this way? Are you going to grow the fuck up and treat me better? All a title’s going to do is give you more of an excuse to act up. Bad enough to be bound to you the way things are, I don’t need a sometime-ish boyfriend.”

“IF YOU USE THAT FUCKING WORD ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD, YAMI.”

“Learn the word, Seto. Memorize it, recite it. Love it. You fucking live it. You’re the definition, you’re the example. What the hell is your problem, I’m not a Ra damn Yo-Yo. I can’t keep doing this. You don’t give a shit about me. You don’t consult me before you make a decision to come out of clo closet, you don’t even tell me about it, I have to wake up and watch it on the fucking news. And every time I try getting half of an answer from you as to why you’d turn our lives upside fucking down you get defensive. How dare you. I despise you. Fuck you, Seto. Fuck me for falling for your bullshit time after time. For caring about you for even an instant. I hate myself for loving you. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wonder if I’ve always been like this or if I morphed into this person because of you.”

“Cry me a fucking river, Yami. We’ve had this argument forty-five hundred times. And after all your huffing and puffing it ends up the same way. You on your back, begging for it, just like a slut. So let’s skip the part where you go off on me again. I’m bored.”

“I can’t even put into words how much I truly hate you. My hate for you grows with every moment I’m near you.”

It occurred to him that he had forgotten to pack away the maid outfit Yami had worn the other night. And he wasn’t sure what had happened to the frilly panties Yami had put on tmplemplete the fantasy. He’d have to find the costume and put it into the suitcase. Seto stilled the punching bag, his hair dipping into his eyes. He smirked. Yami was completely over him, and he was working off excess frustration and sadness in his gym.

Why should he be upset? He was the one who ended it. But he supposed Yami had to endure more than he had. Yami had to put up with more bullshit than he did. This was entirely his fault, Yami was but a victim of Seto’s behavior. Yami deserved a medal for putting up with it as long as he did. For not abandoning him, like Seto had done to him.

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“Would you like some more pancakes, Yami?” Ryou asked, watching Yami finish his breakfast.

“Sure, thank you.” Yami managed a small smile. “These are very good, Ryou. What will Aibou and I do once you go home at the end of the summer?”

“I guess it’ll be back to cereal, huh?” Ryou asked with a small smile. Ryou dumped a new set of pancakes on Yami’s plate, glad the breakup with Seto hadn’t affected his appetite. Ryou made a face then looked at Yami and Yugi. “Bakura’s home.”

No one had seen much of Bakura since he had become infatuated with Malik. How Malik put up with the tomb robber was anyone’s guess, but they all supposed Malik complemented Bakura well. Malik was amused by Bakura’s behavior. And Bakura was enamored with the platinum blond. So it worked.

“Yami, I saw you on the news this morning. You were eating in a restaurant with your boyfriend.”

“Kura, please,” Ryou scolded.

“What, I was simply stating a fact.” Bakura sat on the stool next to Yami and helped himself to some of the pancakes on the former pharaoh’s plate. “So I hear the fucker dumped you. Why don’t you mind crush him again. Or send him to the shadows.”

“That is not how a mature individual deals with a break up. And he did not dump me, he said what needed to be said. We mutually agreed that we weren’t going to be dating anymore.”

Bakura chuckled. “Okay, sure. Look, Yami, why don’t you come out with Malik and I tonight? We’ll go get you drunk.”

“We’re underage.”

“Yami, really, you’re not serious. Why would being underage stop us? I’d invite the runts but they look like they’re twelve.” Yugi and Ryou made faces but said nothing. “Trust me, after a couple of shots you won’t care what Kaiba does anymore.”

“I am not getting drunk with Malik and you. I am not going to be the third wheel. Malik gets all stupid around you, and you find it necessary to make a big scene with your kissing and fondling.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I might sneak a small kiss here and there, but that’s it, Pharaoh.”

“Small kiss? You perform a full dental exam on the guy.” Bakura laughed. “I appreciate the gesture of kindness but honestly, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with the two of you.”

“Well, actually Malik’s cousin is in town. He’s visiting for a week. Came in last night. So you won’t be by yourself.”

“Is this some kind of a setup, Tomb Robber?” Yami asked, narrowing his eyes. He could see the scheming look on the fiend’s face. “It is entirely too early to be thinking about anyone else.”

“Look, you don’t have to have a relationship with the guy. Maybe just hit the sheets.”

“I find it comforting that you would pimp me out to a stranger. If Malik wants his cousin to get laid in Japan hire someone. Besides, sex will not solve my issues, Bakura.”

“Why not, it’s what caused your issues in the first place. You landed in bed with Kaiba in one night, why not fuck Malik’s cousin?”

“No.”

“Fine, don’t fuck him, just come and get drunk. You’ll feel better, you can’t keep moping around. You’re depressing the hikaris. And you’re acting, if I may be frank, like a little bitch.”

“I don’t feel like going out tonight, Bakura. Besides, it’s a Wednesday. It’s inappropriate.”

“It’s also inappropriate to skin people alive, never stopped me before.” Ryou shot his yami a look. “Just think about it, we’re going about nine. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go take a shower.” Yami sighed.

“Maybe you should go, Yami. It’d be good to get out of the house,” Yugi thought.

“Is my breakup with Kaiba affecting your sexual activities with Ryou, Aibou?” Yami asked, almost bitterly.

“It’s not about Ryou and me. We’re just worried about you. You can’t keep acting like you’re okay with this. I know you’re not. You woke me up this morning, you didn’t close the link and I could feel all your pain and misery. You were crying in the shower this morning.” Yami sighed and met amethyst eyes.

“Yes. I guess I was.” Yami looked at Ryou and down at hipty pty plate. “Will getting drrealreally help? It won’t. I’ll just wake up hung over and lonely.”

“Not if you sleep with Malik’s cousin. You know, Yami, I hear he’s pretty hot.”

“Aibou, I will not be sleeping with Malik’s cousin.”

“Well, let him be a distraction. You can’t be miserable every moment of everyday.”

“I guess not,” Yami conceded. “Maybe I’ll go tonight. I’ll see, it depends on the rest of my day.” Yami stood up. “I’m going to go for a walCleaClear my head for a while.”

“Okay, Yami.” Yugi and Ryou watched Yami leave the kitchen. Yugi longed for the days last summer when Yami would claim he was going for a walk only to meet up with Seto. Now Yami was going for a walk because he was depressed. Yugi sighed and started helping Ryou do the dishes.


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“Mr. Kaiba, your publicist is on line three.”

“Tell her I’m in a meeting.”

“This is the fifth time she’s called, Sir.” Seto narrowed his eyes. “I’ll let her know, Mr. Kaiba,” the secretary corrected. Her boss was in a very foul mood, and she was skating on thin ice. Yesterday he had been so upset she was sure he was going to fire her. “Would you like some green tea, Sir?”

“No.”

“Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Kaiba?”

“You can cancel all of my meetings and appointments. I won’t be seeing anyone today.”

“Yes, Sir. Anything else?”

“I am not to be disturbed. No one is to come into this office, is that perfectly understood.”

“Yes, Sir.” The secretary did a little polite bow and left the room, closing the door. Seto walked back over to his desk and unplugged his telephone jack. He walked over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked out at Domino. If his office were on the right side of the building he would have been able to see the game shop. The view was magnificent. But why wouldn’t it be.

Seto stood at the window for a while and walked back over to his desk. He was debating taking migraine medication or not. He hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast. And he’d have to eat if he wanted to pop the painkillers. He just wasn’t sure he would be able to hold anything down. He’d feel a lot better once he dropped off Yami’s things. Once all the loose ends were tied up his life would get back to normal. He clearly wasn’t gettingthinthing done here. Seto stood up and walked of hif his office.

“Mr. Kaiba, Sir?” His secretary asked, scrambling to stand up, a paper flying off her desk. “Is there something you need, Sir?”

“I am leaving for the day. Email the reports to me. I’ll look over them at home. Make sure all the contracts for the Pebody account are on my desk for tomorrow morning. If anyone asks I am meeting a client.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If anything changes I’ll call you from my cell phone.”

“Yes, Mr. Kaiba.” Seto headed for the elevator. “Have a good day, Sir.” Seto didn’t reply. If he stayed at the Kaiba Corp building much longer he’d probably wind up firing someone. His secretary would probably be the recipient of his rage, and he liked the girl, so it was better if he just left and went home. Of course he was stopping at the game shop first so this melancholy could finally be over.

Maybe he’d take Mokuba out for dinner. If they could find somewhere that the paparazzi wouldn’t see them. He didn’t need a lawsuit, because if any reporter approached him he would probably end up destroying the camera equipment. All he needed was more bad PR. Well, being with Yami wasn’t exactly bad PR, but it did complicate things. Even Mokuba wanted to know why his brother had chose to come out. Seto hadn’t answered the question. It really was nobody’s business why he had come out, furthermore, the reasons behind it no longer existed, so it didn’t matter. It a dua dumb thing to do, he knew that now. But fuck it. At the time all of it made perfect sense.


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“Aibou, someone’s at the door.” Yami sighed. Yugi and Ryou were probably in the game shop. And who knew what happened to the tomb robber. Yami walked down the stairs, not sure he was in the mood to deal with any of his friends. Yugi had mentioned they might be stopping by today, to cheer him up. He loved them all, but he just couldn’t deal with it at the moment. He just needed to be alone. He had contemplated going out with Bakura, Malik, and Malik’s allegedly hot cousin tonight, but that was a long way off at the moment. He was too depressed.

He didn’t even see himself going to Duke’s party Saturday night.

Yami pulled open the door. The moment he saw Seto he wished that it was Joey and the rest of his friends. The last person he wanted to ses sts standing in front of him. Yami swallowed, trying to keep the anger and hurt from showing. He’d be Ra damned if he was going to let Seto know how upset he was. Sure he was hiding his true feelings adequately, he began, “Kaiba, can I help you with something?”

“I came to drop off your things, Yami.” Seto showed Yami the suitcase.

“Yugi and Ryou were going to go by tomorrow.”

“I was in the neighborhood.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “Can I come in, please?”

“You sure that’s what you want? I would swear you were going to tell me you didn’t really ring the doorbell and accuse me of answering the door and initiating this contact with you. You know, the same way you did at four this morning.”

“Don’t get cute, I just want to get this over with.”

“Shouldn’t you be at work? It’s barely one.”

“I took the rest of the day off. I just wanted this dealt with. I’d like my drawer back.”

“Fine.” Yami made a pass for the suitcase but Seto refused to let him have it. “I’ll carry it, it’s too heavy for you.”

“I’m not a weakling,” Yami stated, half ready to mind crush the CEO.

“I said I’ll carry it.”

Yami made a face. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

“The suitcase is half your size, I wouldn’t expect you to carry it. I’m only trying to make this go as smoothly as possible.”

“I’m afraid I didn’t pack any of your things up yet. I suppose we can use this suitcase to put your stuff into. That way you’ll have no reason to come back here.”

“That’s fine.” Yami headed up the stairs, Seto’s eyes tracking Yami’s ass the entire way. He couldn’t help but stare. Yami was the subject of all his wet dreams. All his fantasizes. Just get your things and leave…you’ll feel better.

“You can put it on the bed.” Seto complied and Yami opened it. “I see you spared no time throwing all my belongings haphazardly into here.”

“I didn’t want to be late for work.”

“Of course not.” Yami turned to look at the CEO. “Tell me, Kaiba, how is it that all my neatly folded articles wound up unfolded and turn apart in this suitcase?”

“It happens.”

“You’re a bastard. Why didn’t you just burn my stuff while you were at it?”

“I was tempted.”

“Funny, because last I recalled, you ended this, Kaiba. What is it that angers you so?”

“I’m not angry.”

“Your eyes say it, not to mention your body language. You look like it’s taking all your self-control not to bme ume unconscious.”

“No, Yami, I wouldn’t do such a thing. I wouldn’t want to turn you on.” Yami said nothing else as he began taking out his things and carefully refolded them. “Is this going to take very long, I have other things to do.”

“Like what, meet your other boyfriend?”

“As a matter of fact, I’m meeting him for drinks.”

“Give him my regards.”

“Of course.” Yami didn’t speed up his pace as he separated his tops from his bottoms. “Can’t do tdo this later?”

“No. Maybe if you had more care and concern for my things this wouldn’t take so long. But why would you show any concern for me? You’ve never been concerned before.”

“I was concerned for my safety. I never knew when you were going to attack me.” Yami stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the CEO directly.

“I obviously didn’t hit you often enough. I should have beaten you into submission.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” Seto grabbed a shirt out of the suitcase and folded it, placing it on the pile of tops. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay in this room with Yami. He needed to leave. He was dying. Yami and him worked silently. When the suitcase was empty Yami finally broke the silence.

“You take the things out of the drawer and I’ll get the stuff from the closet.” Yami opened the drawer for the brunet and walked over to the closet door. Seto watched Yami stand on his tiptoes to take the hangers down. He was too cute doing that. Not to mention he was wearing his heat, seek, and destroy pants on top of that. Seto couldn’t control himself and he walked over to the spirit.

“You’re too short, let me do this.”

“No. I don’t want you in my closet.”

“I said you’re too short, Yami. Stop fighting me.”

“NO. Stop it.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“You’re one to talk.” Seto ignored Yami’s protests and began removing his suit from the closet. In doing so, he had to press against the spirit, who refused to move. As soon as contact was made Seto’s eyes slid shut. The familiar feeling of that small body pressed against him had his mind doing back flips. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore Yami was leaning back against him, purposely. It felt so amazing, so wonderful.

I miss you, Baby…I want you back…I’m sorry… Seto’s body was going into overdrive, he couldn’t control the way he felt, the things he was doing. He shifted a little so that Yami was more firmly against him. He wondered if Yami noticed that neither of them were trying to get anymore of Seto’s clothes out of the closet. If he realized that they were standing like this. I need you, Yami…god damn it…I need you…

“Seto…” Yami’s voice was soft, gentle. Seto’s heart did a triple beat. Being this close to Yami was doing a number on him. Physically, emotionally. He was drowning in the scent of Yami’s cologne, mixed with the memorable personal smell of the former pharaoh. He smelled exotic and forbidden. Seto’s mind couldn’t process everything that was going through his head at the moment.

He wasn’t thinking anymore. His hand ghosted over the side of Yami’s leg. He could feel Yami squirm against him, but the tri-colored haired teen made no move to get away from the touch. “Yami,” Seto began, painfully aware that his voice was filled with lust and wanting. “Yami, are these the pants we got in Italy?”

End of the summer last year Seto flew Yami to Italy for lunch in the private jet. There was a leather shop across the road from the bistro they were eating at and Seto had bought Yami a pair of pants. The first pair he had ever purchased for him.

Seto could imagine Yami pulling the pants off, and throwing him on the floor. The two of them fucking until neither one of them could stand again. He’d claim Yami, dominate him…remind him whose propehe whe was. It didn’t matter that Yami and him were broken up, he still belonged to him, and if he ever found out the former pharaoh was with anyone else he’d…

“Seto…what are you doing…”

Seto couldn’t control his hand movements as he continued running his palm over the smooth leather. “Yami…” He sounded like he was trying to seduce his former lover. Maybe he was, he couldn’t tell. He had lost it by this point. “Are these the pants, Yami?”

“I don’t know, Seto…I don’t know if these are the pants.” Yami said nothing for a moment as he unbuttoned and then unzipped the pants. “Maybe you should check.” Seto moved a little and pulled the label out. “Are they?”

“They are.”

“I suppose these are yours then.” Yami turned around, not bothering to redo the pants in question. Seto couldn’t see anything but skin, gorgeous bronzed skin. “Do you want them returned to you?”

“No. I don’t want any of the things I bought you returned. They’re yours.”

“As you wish.” Yami redid the pants with a sexy little smirk. Seto narrowed his eyes. Yami was obviously teasing h His His smirk was quite clear, it stated firmly that Seto would never again get to have him. The moment or almost moment that they had just shared had only been to tease and taunt him. He hadn’t felt any of the old sparks, it seemed. The realization left a bitter aftertaste in Seto’s mouth. “Is there something the matter, Kaiba?”

“You’re holding me up. I have to go, I have stuff to do.”

“Of course. I apologize, Kaiba.” Yami’s smile looked down right cruel as he walked over to the drawer. “Perhaps you’re right, maybe you should take the clothes from the closet and I’ll get them from the drawer.” Yami began throwing the folded garments into the suitcase.

“What are you doing, you’re going to wrinkle them.”

“Just repaying the favor, Kaiba.” Seto stormed over to him and pushed him out of the way.

“Don’t start with me, Yami. I swear I’ll have you regretting it.”

“What are you going to do to me, Kaiba? Make me wear the cock ring? Punish me?” Seto shot him a glare. “You pathetic bitch, I almost feel sorry for you.”

“We’ll see about just who’s the bitch, Yami.” Seto pushed Yami again. Yami pushed him back. Seto grabbed him, and tossed him onto the bed with little effort. He pinned his arms over his head and straddled his waist. “Don’t touch me again, Yami, or I will hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Yami spat, struggling a little under Seto’s grasp. What he wouldn’t give to have Seto take him, claim him, right now. He needed his dragon…he needed him more than anything… “Let me up, or I’ll mind crush you.”

“You like when you’re pinned underneath me, don’t you. You like being helpless around me.”

He sure as hell did. He liked being, no, loved being Seto’s whore. Seto’s little slut…He needed it…he needed to feel his dragon again…he needed to be in Seto’s arms…he needed to fight with him, and hit him and do all the things they had always done…He couldn’t be alone like this…it was too hard…it would kill him.

“Am I turning you on, Slut? Do you like when I sit on top of you like this?”

“Fuck you, get off of me.”

Seto leaned over and into Yami’s ear. “You slut, I’m turning you on right now, aren’t I?” Yami squirmed, and then gasped as he felt Seto lick his earlobe. Yami closed his eyes, suppressing a moan. “Poor Yami…all worked up, and no one to fuck him.”

“It’s over with us, get away from me. I don’t want you.”

“Have it your way.”

Seto got off of Yami and walked back over to the closet. Yami straightened himself out and stood up, angry. He hated Seto. Really hated him. But fuck, he missed him something awful. Damn it, Dragon…Damn you for making me feel like this…I want to be with you again…you asshole.

Seto and Yami managed to force all of Seto’s things into the suitcase. All that was left was a flannel shirt. “You told me I could keep it because you were tired of me wearing it after we slept together. Do you want it back?”

“No, keep it.” Seto took the shirt from Yami’s hands and helped Yami slip it on over his tight black muscle shirt. “It always looked better on you anyway.”

It was too big for Yami, he swam in it. But Seto always thought he looked all kinds of sexy wearing it, unbuttoned, nothing on underneath, and that smirk on his face. “I guess I’ll hold on to it then,” Yami said, unconsciously snuggling into the shirt for comfort.

“I couldn’t find the frilly panties that went with the maid outfit. I looked everywhere.”

“You put them under your pillow.” Seto thought about it. “Remember?”

“Yes.”

“I guess I’ll return them when…”

“I don’t need them back, Kaiba. I won’t be wearing them again. You can burn them. Like I’m sure you plan on doing with the chokers.”

“But if you ever wear the costume again you’re going to need them.”

“Where would I wear the costume? A costume party?” Seto didn’t answer. “I wouldn’t wear them with any of my other lovers. I didn’t even know I was allowed to have any other boyfriends.”

“You’re not,” Seto said, being completely serious.

“Oh, no?” Yami asked, with a small smile.

“No. You’re going to have to be single for the rest of your life.” Yami’s smile grew. Something about Seto being possessive made him feel better. Even if only just a little.

“What about you, are you taking my dick and going off to fuck someone new?”

“What if I did?” Seto asked, a little grin escaping his mouth.

“I’d cut it off.” Yami was sitting on the bed. Seto leaned over, and cupped Yami’s face in his hands. He could kiss those lips…he could kiss Yami and forget all the bad stuff…

Is he going to kiss me? Is he going to…. Seto let his hands drop.

“It’s for the best, Kaiba, you were right.” Seto nodded. “It’s better this way.”

“I know.” Seto swallowed. It’s really goodbye now…it’s really over…and I’m alone again. He’d never forgive me…He’d rather be apart. “I should be going now.”

“Yeah. I should take a nap. I’m supposed to be going out with Bakura and Malik tonight.”

“I see.”

“You probably have a lot of work to do.”

“Tons. Taking off Monday really put me behind.” Yami nodded. He’s going to walk out of the door, and out of my life…how can I be alone…how can I do this without him…Dragon…don’t go…please…I need you…I want to be with you again..

“I’ll walk you to the door, Kaiba.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I’m trying to be a good host.” Seto picked up the suitcase and Yami followed him back downstairs. me me get the door for you.”

Goodbye, Baby…I love you. “Thank you. If I left anything give me a call.”

“Of course. Don’t worry about the panties.” Goodbye, Dragon…I’ll always love you. Yami smiled. “Oh, the cell phone.”

“Keep it.”

“You’re the only person who ever calls me on it.” I’ll never wake up to your voice again…will I…

“The contract doesn’t expire until next summer. Just hold on to it until then, it’s easier than canceling the service.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s fine, Yami.”

“Okay, then. I suppose that’s it.”

“Yes.” This was supposed to make me feel better…why do I feel worse…

“Goodbye, Seto.” Yami lowered his eyes. Not even realizing he had said his ex-lover’s first name. Seto noticed it of course. Not sure how the slip made him feel. He didn’t have much chance to think about it.

His hands moved on their own accord and he lifted the shorter male’s chin. He placed a warm kiss on his lips. It was hesitant…and filled with anguish. Yami didn’t fight it, and it ended before it really began. “Goodbye, Yami.”

Seto took his suitcase and left.

Yami closed the door behind him, and then pressed his back to it. He was still wearing the flannel shirt. He slid onto the floor and held himself, drawing his knees to his chest.

Seto didn’t get very far before he felt carsick and had to pull over to the side of the road to vomit. Of course since he hadn’t eaten much of anything… there was not much to throw up.


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Yami hadn’t been up to going out with Bakura and Malik Wednesday night. But he had been forced to promise the Egyptians that he’d go with them Thursday night. Malik had told his cousin all about Yami, which made him weary that this was a setup. He didn’t care what Malik’s cousin looked like, he wasn’t interested. He didn’t see himself with anyone else.

He had listened to his friends’ antics all day. But after a while he could no longer pretend that he welcomed their presence. With a small grunt that he was leaving, he turned to retreat.

“Yami seems to be taking the break up pretty well, how is that possible?” Joey wondered, watching Yami head back into the house.

“I’m afraid Yami’s holding it all inside. I don’t know what to do.” Yugi looked at Joey with a sigh.

He said nothing to his friend as he could feel the sadness wash over the link, Yami was crying again, hauled up in the bathroom, where he went every afternoon for the past three days.

“I’ll go get us some lemonade,” Ryou offered heading into the house. Bakura followed him. “Yami, please…don’t make him feel any worse than he already does…”

“I won’t.” Bakura walked up the stairs. Besides, it wasn’t even possible, Yami was already walling in self-loathing. Nothing more he could do at this point. Bakura knocked on the door firmly. “You’re getting drunk tonight, Yami, and that’s that…If I have to carry you myself. Enough of the crap. Suck it up, you think Kaiba’s crying over you?”

“I’m not interested in your pep talks.”

“Then stop being a pussy and be a man. What would Kaiba think of you now? Pathetic and weak without him. If you let it get to you, he wins.”

Yami opened the bathroom door and looked at Bakura. They weren’t exactly friends. Bakura and him down right hated each other in the past. But the tomb robber was right. “What time are we going tonight,” Yami asked, taking Bakura’s advice and refusing to be upset anymore.

“Nine. And don’t bail out tonight, Malik’s cousin is dying to meet you.”

“I might not be much entertainment for him. And if this is some kind of a setup I will hurt both you and Malik.”

“No setup, you just need to experience someone else that’s not an arrogant CEO for a change.”

“Fine.” Yami did a glance in the mirror, to make sure he didn’t look a mess and followed Bakura back down the stairs. “What is this guy’s name anyway?”

“Mahad.”

“Ma-what?”

“Mahad. It’s a popular name where he’s from.” Yami made a face. But said nothing else. “You’ll like him, he’s cute.”

Author’s Endnotes: The end…well, haha… the end of the chapter. So Yami get’s to meet Malik’s cousin. And Seto gets to let his body self destruct a little more. Poor guys…why are they both so stubborn…oh well…next chapter we finally get to watch Seto’s interview…and Yami has a very interesting flashback concerning Mahaado and him. Did he sleep with Mahaado behind Seth’s back…we’ll soon find out…Until next time my pretties:


“You’re even cuter than my cousin said.” Yami made a face. Why was it that this guy, Malik’s cousin, looked so much like his favorite card? Why did he look like the dark magician, except his eyes were green and not amethyst, and his hair was brown, not purple. “I’m Mahad, it’s nice to meet you, Yami.”

This was too strange…he had to have slipped into the Twilight Zone or something. Why did Mahad look so much like Mahaado…of course it couldn’t be him. Bakura had taken Mahaado’s millennium ring, which was why the tomb robber was here in this time and Mahaado was nothing but a card…but still…this was eerie. Yami searched Bakura’s face…wondering what in Ra’s name was going on.

“Introduce yourself, Yami. Don’t be shy.” Yami gave Bakura one last look and looked back at the other teen.

“I’m sorry, you just…you remind me of someone I once . I. It’s very nice to meet you, Mahad.” Mahad smiled. Fuck this guy was hot…he reminded him so much of Mahaado…so much of his high priest….the same high priest Seth had accused him of being with…maybe he had betrayed Seth and gotten with Mahaado…being around this nearly duplicate person was already affecting him.