Possession

First Things First: As always…first and foremost, I want to thank everyone for the reviews. And Angeldust, thanks again for the lyrics. I appreciate it. Indeed, how shall this little insanity end? Happy, sad… out of control, calm… guess you’ll have to read it to find out. Yeah, nothing like angst. Last chapter was depressing. But the good news is, Yami’s going out on the town, and he’s meeting Mahad. And Seto gets to have his interview. Fun all around. I dedicate this chapter to Lissake, thank you for the picture, if I could draw….I’d really be in business. It was awesome, thank you. I wanted to post this earlier, like this afternoon, but I had a million errands to do…oh well, here it is anyway… Enjoy… ^_^

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Chapter 8: I Hate Everything About You

Every time I lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Only when I start to think about it...

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Only when I start to think about you I know
Only when you start to think about me do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

~ I Hate Everything About You
Three Days Grace


I can't even think right now
Something's got me feeling guilty
Hurt you slowly but so surely
I don't know why, love you so much
I can't feel because I'm lost
Not to much matters no more
Is it you, is it me, is it us or is it trust?
Or is it trust?

Pushing into what I want
Because I am so goddamn selfish
Left you hanging, stopped relating
I don't know why, love you so much
I can't feel because I'm lost
Not to much matters no more
Is it you, is it me, is it us or is it trust?

~Trust
Adema


Yugi, Ryou, and Bakura looked up as Yami walked into the living room.

He was wearing a sleeveless black mesh muscle shirt that was currently showing off the smooth copper surface of Yami’s chest. His silver leather pants were like a second skin. And of course he had done his makeup, which only made him look dark and mysterious.

“Yami, you look fantastic!” Yugi said, his big saucer eyes lighting up.

“Yami, you look really good, doesn’t he Kura?” Bakura looked at his hikari and then at the teen in question.

“Turn around so we can see you from behind.” Yami made a face and turned around. Bakura whistled. “Yeah, you’re getting fucked tonight, without question.”

“I am not looking to have sex tonight.” Yami snapped. He spun back around, suddenly feeling like a piece of meat on the cutting block. Bakura was practically salivating. “I just need to unwind. That is the only reason I agreed to come with you, Malik, and his cousin.”

“Well then you need to go change. Do you know what your ass looks like in those pants?”

“Fine, I’ll change.”

“No, Yami, you look great.”

“Aibou, I don’t want to give this Mahad person the wrong impression.” Bakura started laughing. “And what exactly is so funny, Tomb Robber?”

“Yami, I’m going to explain something very important to you, a little life lesson if you will. You obviously have no idea what you look like dressed like that, but I’ll put it to you this way, you’re lucky you’re going with me because if you went out like that alone someone would throw you in an alleyway and have their way with you.”

“BAKURA! STOP IT!” Ryou glared at his yami enraged. “Yami, you look fine. And if someone did try to attack him he could mind crush them. Bakura, please, Yami’s been through a lot. Can you try to be supportive and not act like a prick?” Hanging around Seto and Yami had obviously improved the transfer student’s vocabulary.

“If I don’t say these things who will?” Bakura returned. He stood up. The Egyptian was also in leather pants, but they were black and he was wearing a white shirt. “Come on, Yami, let’s get you drunk.”

“I suppose you told this Mahad person that I was single and looking.”

“Aren’t you?” Yami narrowed his eyes. “At the very least do it to make Kaiba jealous.”

“I’m not that petty. I don’t need to do this to make him jealous. Besides, he won’t even be able to see me.”

“That’s what camera phones are for, Pharaoh.”

“You want me to send him a picture of me with Mahad?”

“Yeah. And if he’s as possessive as I think he is he’ll come down to the club ready to beat the shit out of Mahad.”

“Bakura, I’m not going to provoke a fight. Nor do I need two guys fighting over me. Really, that’s ridiculous.” Yami looked at the little ones sitting on the couch. “Behave yourselves, we won’t be out too late. And call us if you need anything.”

“We’ll be good, Yami,” Ryou promised. “Have fun.”

“Yami, let’s go, they want to fuck and we’re holding them up. I have some cherry flavored lube in my drawer if you want it.” Yugi and Ryou blushed. Yami rolled his eyes. Why was he going out Bakura again?

Bakura took Yami’s hand and led him out. “We’re meeting Malik and Mahad there. You don’t mind driving do you?”

“Why can’t you drive?”

“My license was revoked.” Yami sighed. “They act like hitting pedestrians is a crime.”

“It is, Bakura. I’m surprised you didn’t get arrested.”

“I did. Something about vehicular manslaughter.” Yami gave the fiend a look.

“I won’t ask you how you got out of jail, or just how many warrants you have. We’ll just make it plaus den deniability. The less I know the better.” Yami put the car in reverse and once they were turned around sped off. “Where is this place you’re taking me again?”

“You know the warehouse district?” Yami sighed, of course the last time he had had any dealings in the warehouse district was when rare hunters kidnapped his friends. And he really hadn’t been out there then, well not very long. “There’s an abandoned warehouse they turned into a club.”

“Is this place legal?”

“Barely. It’s definitely underground. You have to know someone to get in there.”

“Why do I keep having this feeling this is going to end up with me in a grave situation and publicly humiliated?”

“Hey, if you’re into that sort of thing I can have it arranged. You’ll like it, they have a back room where people go perform fetishes on each other.” Yami swallowed. “It’s nice.”

“Bakura, you and I have very different things that we find nice. Maybe this was a bad idea.” Bakura snorted. Yami sighed. This was a bad idea. He was only going to feel worse. He could tell.

“Yami, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Yami turned to look at the thief. “This will get your mind off that asshole, and you’ll have a good time. You just have to keep an open mind.” Yami quirked an eyebrow and Bakura nodded, assumingly.

The tomb robber looked sincere, which was a fea feat to accomplish for him. “Well, then, okay, Bakura.”

“You’ll like Mahad. He’s hot.”

“There’s more to my judgment of guys besides whether or not they’re hot.”

“Really, besides Kaiba being fuckable what else about him did you like? It couldn’t have been his sparkling personality.”

“He’s a good person, when he wants to be. He took good care of me.”

“Like last year? When he hurt you?”

“That was an isolated incident.”

“That’s right, you’re a masochist.” Yami rolled his eyes. “If you were into bondage you didn’t have to hook up with Kaiba, I would have been more than happy to dominate you.”

“Would I be alive right now if you had dominated me, Bakura?”

“If you had done as I said, no one would have been too badly hurt. Of course it doesn’t much matter, Yami. You’re already dead, remember?”

“Yes, I know that. I only meant that if you killed me I’d have to acquire a new body.”

“Turn down this road. See where all these cars are parked, just park anywhere.” Yami found an empty spot, parallel parked and Bakura and him jumped out of the car. “Come on, let’s go.” Yami walked next to Bakura scanning the area. There were plenty of dark corners. Tall warehouse buildings. He was glad the little ones were safe at home. He would most certainly not bring Ryou and Yugi to this part of town.

“Bakura, what kind of place is it?”

“It’s a club, Yami.”

“What kind of club?” Bakura turned to look at Yami as they continued walking past the row of vehicles. “You didn’t even tell me the name of it.”

“Dark’s Revenge.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “Stay close to me, Yami, Ryou and Yugi will probably kill me if I allow anything unfortunate to happen to you.”

“I can take care of myself, Bakura.”

“Look, the people in here are not the kind of people you’re use to dealing with. Trust me, you’re better off staying close.” Yami made a face. “Looks like a good turn out tonight.”

Yami looked at the crowd of people trying to get into the warehouse. “Are there always this many people here on a Thursday?”

“Wednesdays are worse. We should have come yesterday. Every Wednesday night is Whip It Out Wednesday. Good times.”

“Oh Ra.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Here, give me your hand.” Bakura took Yami’s hand before he could object and Bakura started making his way through the crowd. Yami would never admit it of course, but he was thankful Bakura was holding his hand, he didn’t want to be mixed up in a crowd with these people. He could feel himself being groped. The presence of illicit drug substances was tainting his nose. There had to be more piercings, tattoos, and eye makeup per square inch in this area than…

“Bakura, Baby, who is this?” Yami looked up into sharp blue eyes. They had managed to get to the entrance. The bouncer towered over Yami who narrowed his eyes instinctivels ths the man began licking his lips with a pierced tongue. “Um, Bakura…and I thought that Malik of yours was a treasure.”

“This is a friend of mine. Yami. Yami, this is Ezekiel of the Abiss.”

“E-what of the where?”

“Is Malik already inside?” Bakura asked, ignoring Yami’s comment. Ezekiel nodded. “Good.”

“Hold on a second. You know how Blur feels about newbies.”

“He’s with me.”

“Maybe I’ll make an exception if Yami wants to meet me in the Dungeon.”

“He’s not into that sort of stuff.”

“He’s dressed like he is.”

“Well, looks can be deceiving. And I suggest you not attempt to hit on him again. He takes it personally and I can’t be held responsible for what he does to you.” Yami gave Bakura a quick glance.

“You can’t come here with this guy and think I don’t want to see him chained up in the Dungeon. Me, standing on the other side of his body with an instrument of torture.” Ezekiel licked his lips again.

Yami narrowed his eyes further ready to end this discussion with Weirdo of the Wherever right now. Bakura squeezed Yami’s hand, in his silent way telling him to let him handle it. He’d let Bakura take care of it, but if he didn’t do it to his satisfaction he’d finish the job.

“Don’t say anything else to him. I just told you he was with me. If Blur has a problem with it you tell him to come see me. That is if either one of you have already forgotten what happened the last time there was a disagreement between the three of us.” Yami watched with a little smirk as he saw the bouncer’s eyes flicker, obviously remembering an unpleasant memory.

Ezekiel stepped to the side, taking off the iron chain that was blocking the door. “Enjoy your stay at Dark’s Revenge.” Bakura, still holding Yami’s hand led the way. They walked into the club, Bakura not letting go of Yami as they made their way through the crowd.

“I have a private table here, don’t worry.” Yami scanned the place, chains were hanging from the ceiling and from the walls, people were dancing and drinking and living it up. This was most certainly not the type of place he would bring any of his friends. Nor was this the type of place he imagined Seto would understand or approve of. Certainly he wasn’t going to find a future boyfriend here.

Bakura was pretty popular, a lot of people recognized him. They looked at Yami, many wanting to hit on him but Bakura let them know Yami was not to be touched or bothered at all. They kept their distance and Yami was once again thankful to have Bakura holding his hand and standing with him. If he ever walked around here on his own Yami was pretty sure something unfortunate would happen to him. This place was huge, of course it would be since it had once been a warehouse. Then again, he’d never come here alone since he never would have known about this place if Bakura hadn’t have told him about it.

And dragged him here.

There was a lot of dark energy in this place. And it was intoxicating his senses. He would have preferred to go some place a bit more laid back, but the people, strange looking as they were, seemed nice. This place was an escape for many of them, Yami believed, they couldn’t live like this in real life, but here, in Dark’s Revenge, they could live out their secret fantasies and meet people similar to themselves.

Now Yami wanted to know just what Malik’s cousin, Mahad was like. Bakura and Yugi had mentioned how good looking he was. Yugi said he was a nice guy. Then again Yugi was still a little too innocent to be a good judge of character all the time. He was trusting. Luckily for the hikari Yami could always tell what kind of person someone really was.

Like Seto Kaiba. He could see through his bullshit from day one. Of course he had no idea he was gay. Or that he’d eventually fall in love with him.

“I see them,” Bakura mentioned. Yami was thankful Bakura had a private table. Tables looked hard to come by. And more importantly, this main area was dark and menacing. Yami was already wondering just what was in the Dungeon, the back room Bakura had mentioned. This had to be a BDSM participant’s dream come true.

“It’s this way.” Yami noticed that lined along the walls, were some small risen platforms that were surrounded with metal railings that were only waist level. Metal stairs lead up to them and people were sitting at tables on the platforms. They were high enough up that they could see what was going on on the ground level. And all of them were varying sizes. When Yami got to the one Bakura had he was impressed.

Bakura had to have the biggest one he had seen. The advantage to having a table up on one of these platforms of course was that you could see what was happening without having to be mixed up in it. Malik was smiling at them as Bakura finally released Yami’s hand so they could walk up the stairs. Mahad’s back was to Yami, so he couldn’t see his face just yet.

Malik ed bed back at his cousin and said something Yami couldn’t hear over the heavy music that was blasting from unseen speakers. Malik pointed and Mahad turned around. Catching Yami’s quickly ascending form.

Bakura reached the top first. And immediately went to his lover.

Yami on the other hand stopped dead in his tracks. His heart stopped for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. Impossible, this was completely impossible. Mahaado was dead. He’d been dead for thousands of years. How was it then that he was sitting at the table smiling at him? But no, this wasn’t Mahaado. This was Mahad. Right? How was this possible, why did this look like Mahaado’s reincarnation. It wasn’t even possible for Mahaado to have a reincarnation. Bakura had made sure of that.

Bakura stopped eating Malik’s face off and walked back to where Yami was standing, in awe and grabbed him, yanking him up the stairs. He pushed the former pharaoh into a chair. “Yami, this is Malki’s cousin, Mahad. Mahad, this is Yami.”

“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 someth Wh 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 knew. 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.

Mahad smiled at him, Yami could feel himself blush, glad that this place had barely any lighting. “I told Malik we should all go to a hibachi house, but Malik said Bakura’s been banned from the ones in town for trying to steal the knives.” Yami nodded, not sure what else to say. He looked at Bakura who already had Malik straddling his lap, his hands running up and down the blond’s body possessively.

Yami stood up. He had to know what was going on. “Bakura, I need to speak to you for a moment. It is very important.” Bakura gave him a look, momentarily stopping his kisses. “Now please.”

Bakura sighed. Malik got out of his lap. “Fine.” Bakura lead the way back down onto the main level, taking the thirteen steps two at a time. The sooner he dealt with Yami the faster he could get back up to Malik. He was very deprived. “This better be important.”

“Why is it that Mahad looks so much like Mahaado?”

“Coincidence.”

“It’s too close of a resemblance to be coincidence.” Yami looked at Bakura for the answer. Bakura looked nothing short of annoyed. “Explain it to me.”

“He’s Maik’s cousin. Ask him to explain it.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Yami, he’s Malk’s cousin. He’s not Mahaado. He’s Mahad.”

“Why does he look like Mahaado?”

“I told you, it’s a coincidence. It’s not like he’s his reincarnation. We both know that’s impossible.”

“But he could be Mahaado’s identical twin.”

“Last time I checked, Yami, Mahaado had an engagement as the Dark Magician.”

“You don’t find it the least bit odd that he looks so much like him?”

“Damn it, Yami, Mahaado is a fucking card now. If you want to be with him, put the DM in your dueling disk and hang out with him tonight instead.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he looked so much like Mahaado?”

“How did I know you even remembered Mahaado? You weren’t remembering anything for the longest. So what, he looks like someone you knew from the past. So do Joey and Tristan and everyone else. What’s the damn big deal about Mahad?” Yami looked away, and Bakura suddenly began to understand. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

“Why would I do that? I had Seth.”

“This is what this is about, you slept with Mahaado behind Seth’s back. Maybe you were destined to meet Mahad after all, the same way you were destined to meet Kaiba. Perhaps this is fate.”

“You just said that Mahad couldn’t be Mahaado’s reincarnation, Bakura.”

“Well Joey and Tristan and everyone else somesomeone you knew in our ancient past, maybe the same holds true with Mahad. Only difference is, that unlike Kaiba who is a direct reincarnation because he had the millennium rod, therefore giving him the ability to re-experience his past in flashbacks, Mahad would have no recollection of what happened to him in the past. He could have been reborn without memories.”

“You think that’s possible, Bakura?” Yami wondered, slightly alarmed.

“Look, I have no idea. I’m juakinaking guesses. How the hell am I supposed to know? Of course this does make things interesting, doesn’t it?”

“How?”

“Well, if Mahad really is a rebirth of Mahaado, even without his memories, if things between Mahaado and you were intimate, he’s bound to reawaken your flashbacks, the same way Kaiba did. And furthermore, if you really did have an affair with Mahaado, and it’s fate you guys met again, you’ll end up on your back in no time.”

Yami narrowed his eyes. “We don’t even know what the situation with Mahad is. And I don’t believe for a moment that I ever would have betrayed Seth by sleeping with Mahaado. I still love Kaiba. If I knew things wouldn’t get bad again I’d want to be with him. I couldn’t have been in love with Mahaado, Seth was the only person for me.”

“You don’t have to be in love with someone to fuck them.” Yami sighed, annoyed. “Come on, we won’t figure this out right now.” Bakura and Yami walked back up the stairs.

“Sorry about that, Mahad,” Yami said with a small smile. He sat back down, Mahad to his left. “So how long will you be in town?”

“A week, but I might stay longer if I like it here.” Mahad smiled again. Yami looked into the beautiful eyes of the teen who could very well be his high priest and felt himself becoming numb. Yes, Mahad was hot alright. No question of that. “Bakura was telling me that you’re into Duel Monsters.”

Did he tell you that you look like one of my cards? “It’s a hobby of mine.”

“That must be pretty cool.”

“I guess.” Yami wasn’t sure how much longer he could make small talk like this. He couldn’t help feel like he was cheating on Seto. Yes, he was aware that they were done now, binceince technically they had never been officially together, they could not have officially ended it. He was reaching here, and he knew it, but he couldn’t get Kaiba from his mind. Seto was his dragon. His. The same way he belonged to him. And wasn’t it Seto who had said Yami wasn’t allowed to date anyone else?

Sure that sounded like a stalker boyfriend. But nothing got Yami turned on more, besides an argument, than when Seto declared his ownership of him. Was their relationship really over? Did his dragon really not want him back? What was he doing here with this Mahaado look a like anyway? Shouldn’t he be with Seto? Fighting and cursing and loving and kissing.

“Are you okay, Yami?” Yami looked at Mahad.

“Sorry, I was just…just thinking…”

“Malik told me you just broke up with your boyfriend. How long had you been with him?”

“A year.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

“So does Yami, nice and hard,” Bakura said with a smile. Yami rolled his eyes. “Stop acting like a corpse.”

“I’m sure he’s just jaded.” Mahad smiled sweetly at Yami. “If you need any help feeling better, let me know.”

“In other words, he’d like to be your rebound guy.” Yami shot Bakura a look. Bakura was about to be in the shadow realm.

“Those aren’t my intentions, Yami.” Yami smiled at Mahad. “I would never try to get into your pants. At least without getting you drunk first.”

Yami flushed.

“Speaking of which, I’ll go get us some drinks.” Bakura stood up. “We did bring Yami out to get him drunk.” He returned in a few minutes with a tray. “Yami, that shot is yours.”

“Which one?”

“The shot glass with the skulls and cross bones on it.”

“How come my alcohol is a lot darker than the other three?” Yami picked up the shot glass already smelling how strong it was. “What is this?”

“It’s called shadow’s wet dream. It’s a house specialty. This is guaranteed to have you forgetting all about that asshole.”

“We should toast to something,” Malik suggested picking up his shot. “What do you think, Mahad?”

“Sounds appropriate.” He picked up his drink, watching Bakura pick up his shot glass and place the small try on their table. “Let’s toast to new friends and forgotten ex-boyfriends.” Yami gave Mahad a look and swallowed.

“Fine, drink up everyone,” Bakura insisted. Yami placed the glass to his lips, the smell so strong he had to hold his nose as he swallowed the drink in one gulp. The second it began its descent down his throat Yami sputtered, discovering that it wasn’t just the smell that was strong.

He started coughing hard, his eyes watering, barely able to breathe. “Yami, are you alright?” Mahad grabbed Yami by the shoulders to keep the teen from falling. Yami clung to Mahad trying to regain some of his composure, as he managed a small glare at Bakura.

“Kura, what did you give him?” Malik asked, worried his boyfriend was going to kill their friend.

“I told you, a shadow’s wet dream.”

“What was in it?” Mahad asked, still holding onto Yami who was still coughing.

“A little bit of everything. Some vodka, some cognac…it’s hard to remember all tngrengredients.”

“Don’t forget absinthe.” Mahad looked at his cousin in disbelief. Malik turned to his lover, very annoyed. “Bakura, you should not have given Yami that shot, you know he’s not capable of handling something that strong.”

“Absinthe, were you trying to kill him, i tha that stuff illegal?” Bakura only smirked.

“Bakura, I want to see you in the bathroom right now.” Bakura looked at Malik, his smile fading. “Now, Kura!” Bakura sighed. He knew his lover was upset…but he had a bad feeling about what was going to happen to him in the bathroom. “Mahad, watch Yami.” Mahad nodded, still holding Yami up although the color had returned to Yami’s face and he was no longer coughing.

“Boyfriends are such a hassle sometimes,” Malik grumbled, already preparing himself for his reprimand of the tomb robber. Yami bristled a little. Even Bakura had given Malk the title. What had Seto ever given him? A chocker with the words “Seto’s Dirty Whore” on it?

Malik and Bakura headed down the steps, Mahad stroking Yami’s cheek. “You okay?”

“Yes. I can’t say the same for Bakura when he returns.” Yami met the gorgeous green eyes of Mahad, realizing that they weren’t the typical green color he was used to. They weren’t emd lid like Duke’s were. They were more like a turquoise, almost like the ocean. And Mahad’s scent…it was overwhelming, intoxicating…having Mahad hold him steady like this was having his mind swimming.

He was gorgeous, and sexy and as far as he could tell, he was nothing like Seto Kaiba.

“Have you started feeling it yet?” Mahad asked.

“Feeling what?” Yami wondered, his mind wandering to perversions. There was something he’d like to feel all right. Mahad’s sweat slippery body on top of his. Yami shook his head. He was acting like an idiot. What the hell was he thinking about?

“Has the alcohol kicked in yet? Are you feeling buzzed?” Yami looked at Mahad, not sure he knew what the guy was talking about. “Your eyes are getting glassy.”

“I guess it is. Why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to know when I could start trying to get into your pants.” Yami looked at him, Mahad smiling slightly. Yami gave him a smirk. “You’re really hot, Yami, you’re boyfriend must have been an idiot for letting you get away.”

“We weren’t compatible, we fought all the time.”

“Some people work things out and some don’t. Maybe he wasn’t the one for you.”

“Maybe.” Mahad smiled. Yami smiled back.

“Want to dance?” Yami nodded. Mahad took his hand and they went to the dance floor.


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Yami entered the dressing room again, another five pairs of pants in his hand. Seto still couldn’t believe they were going leather pants shopping. Yami had plenty. But damn it, every time Seto let his baby go shopping he was gone most of the day. And that wasn’t a good thing when he was supposed to be with him, having sex. So Seto decided to come with Yami on one of these expeditions, to see what exactly it was that took so long.

Of course the thing of it was that Yami had to constantly keep trying on different pairs of pants, looking at himself in the full-length mirror. Posing, and all the rest. It didn’t help matters any when Seto told Yami to just get whichevairsairs he wanted. Since Seto was already planning on charging them. Yami wasn’t use to Seto buying him things yet, although he had been doing it for all five months they had been together.

“Do you like these, Dragon?” Yami turned around. Since Seto had made Yami’s little trip a shopping spree and Yami was allowed to get as many pairs of leather pants as he wanted, the spirit had stopped following the dressing room policy of wearing underwear, knowing he would buy every pair of pants he put on. “I like the zig-zag design on the pockets, see, Dragon.”

“They’re nice, Baby.” Seto rolled his eyes.

“Don’t patronize me. I have a lot of decisions to make.”

“No you don’t. I’m buying you every pair of leather pants in your size in this damn store. You trying them on is just redundant.”

“Stop it, Dragon.” Yami was taking off the latest pair. Seto sighed, shifting on the bench. This dressing room was pretty nice, but it didn’t change the fact that they had been in here for over an hour. Technically, Yami had left to go retrieve other pants since he was only allowed six pairs in at a time, so he got to move in and out. Seto on the other hand had to sit and wait and watch as Yami stepped in and out of those skin tight, ass showcasing pants.

“Yami, I’ getting annoyed. I want to leave. Right now.”

“No, Dragon. I’m not done yet.”

“Tell you what, I’ll just buy the store, I’ll become the owner and you can come in here and take any pants you want. Whenever you want. In fact, I’ll make it so that they’ll automatically ship new designs to your house in your size the second they come in. Now let’s go, Baby. You already have 25 pairs at the cashier. They all look exactly the same.”

“Some are black and some are charcoal, and some araphiaphite. Some are red, some are white. Dragon, you said I could get anything I want.”

“You can. The sky’s the fucking limit. But I refuse to sit here and wait for you to continue to try on forty-five pairs of fucking leather pants!”

“Dragon!” Seto made a face. The worst part was that they were in public. They couldn’t argue, lest they draw attention to themselves. “Dragon, you said you’d come shopping with me. It wouldn’t have taken this long if you hadn’t insisted on buying me everything I wanted. I only came in here to buy one pair. Now I’m like a kid in a candy store.”

“I’ll be damned if you’re going to buy anything with your own money when you’re with me. How does that look, imagine what the tabloids would say.”

“Tabloids? Dragon, no one knows you’re gay. Nor do they know that you’re involved with me.” Yami was just pulling on a pair of black pants. “You talk like I’m your boyfriend or something.” Seto scoffed. “Dragon!”

“I want to leave, goddamn it. Yami, let’s go! Now.”

“No, I’m not done yet, Dragon.” The truth of the matter was Setsn’tsn’t all that anxious to leave. Sure he wanted to, but he enjoyed being with his baby, watching him prim and fuss in the mirror, wondering if the various pants looked right on him. The best part was neither of them could fight, since they were in public. They had to get along, which always made things better when they were together.

Seto watched hypnotized as Yami bent over to pull up yet another pair. The his his ass seemed to sit upright, in that material. The way his tight cotton shirt fit, showing off his back muscles as he flexed. Seto looked at Yami as he smoothed out the pants in the mirror. His baby was breathtaking.

He wasn’t sure exactly how to feel about Yami most of the time. It was hard to feel like you were in love when your partner was calling you a bitch and slapping you. But nothing ever changed how he felt about Yami physically. He was in lust with him. That was for damn sure. Yami set his blood on fire without even meaning to.

“Dragon, what are you smiling about?” Yami caught the smirk on Seto’s face. He narrowed his eyes.

“Nothing, Baby.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing, it definitely looks like something.”

“According to my schedule we should have been home and fucking at least forty-five minutes ago, Slut.”

“You schedule when we’re having sex?”

“I had work to finish tonight, but you have thrown my entire day off taking this long. We’re going to have to start making up time.” Yami made a face and spun around to look at his dragon directly. “Come here, Slut.”

“What have I told you about calling me names in public. Keep your verbal abuse for our private arguments.”

“You like when I call you “Slut”. That’s what you are. A dirty little slut.”

“Dragon!”

“Come here, Baby, let me take a look at these pants of yours.” Yami made a face but did s he was told. “You look gorgeous, Baby… the sexiest duelist I’ve ever seen.” Yami smirked. “I love you, Baby…did you know that?”

“Is that a fact, Dragon?”

“Yes, it is.” Yami leaned over and let Seto kiss him. He smiled.

“You’re holding me up, Dragon. I thought you wanted to leave.”

“I know you have a million pairs to go, and like I said, it’s time to make up time.” Yami made a face. Every time Seto said they needed to make up time they usually wound up with Yami on his back in the limo, getting taken. It hadn’t happened over night, but Yami allowed Seto to be seme a lot more than he was. He didn’t know why, but he kind of liked Seto throwing him down on a bed and having his way with him. Turned him the fuck on.

“Dragon, I don’t want to have sex in the limo.”

“Me either.”

“Then how are we going to be making up time? Are you going to start trying on the pants too, Dragon?”

“No, I’m just going to fuck you in this dressing room.” Yami looked at Seto for a moment. They had had sex in public before, but never a building. Never a dressing room, that was…that was so…so…so naughty.

“You want to fuck me here, Dragon?” Yami asked, already feeling a surge of energy that came with the thought of being with Seto intimately. “Do you know what kinds of people would have sex in a dressing room?”

“The slutty, naughty type.” Yami smiled. “What luck that I have a dirty, naughty slut here in front of me. I bet you’re just dying to take it up the ass, aren’t you, Slut?”

“Um…Dragon.” Yami straddled Seto’s hips, Seto immediately pulling Yami closer to him, grinding Yami against his already hardening shaft. “Dragon…you want me?”

“Um, Baby…I want you…” Seto grabbed Yami’s ass and pulled him closer, both forcing back moans at the illicit contact. They couldn’t be too loud in here, the door was paper thin, and the walls even thinner.

“You know, Dragon, you’re going to have to buy me these pants, sitting here on your rock hard cock is making me wet myself. My dick’s drooling, Dragon. “We “Well, then, I think we’re going to have to get those pants off, wouldn’t want cum stains all over them, now would we.” Yami stood back up.

“Why no, Dragon, we wouldn’t.” Yami gasped as Seto’s hands found the buttons and forced the pants past his hips. “Dragon…I’m so hard…I need it, Dragon…I need you…”

“Oh, do you?” Seto’s hand ghosted across Yami’s erection. Yami bit into his lip to keep from crying out. “You’re soaking with anticipation, Baby. You want me up your ass?”

“Dragon…Seto…please…now…” Seto smirked. “Dragon…”

“Easy, Yami…easy. Get me ready first…so I can fuck your pretty little brains out.”

Yami smiled and sunk to his knees, his pants still undone and hanging off his hips. Seto stood up so Yami could pull down his pants, letting them drop. “You thought you could get away with seducing me all afternoon out out there being consequences, Baby?”

“And what are the consequences?” Yami licked his lips as he positioned himself between Seto’s legs as the CEO sat back down.

“Finish preparing me and you’ll see.” Yami smirked again and started sucking his brunet lover off. Yami relished in the little whimpers the CEO made, his head resting on the wall to try to relieve some of the tension. Yami had barely gotten started when Seto declared that Yami had done enough. “On my lap, right now.”

Yami pulled off the pants, and sat down in front of Seto’s erection. “What about my preparation?” Seto lifted his hand, presenting Yami with two fingers. Yami obediently sucked on them, salivating on the digits like his life depended on it.

“Turn around, Slut.” Yami’s heart skipped and he turned around, soon feeling the familiar pressure of Seto stretching him. “You know this is going to hurt your tight little asshole, I’m going to stretch it all out of shape.”

“Of cours’s g’s going to hurt.”

“Just the way you like it.” Yami made a face but sm. Y. Yeah, he did like it when it hurt. Not excruciating pain, but he had learned to appreciate the discomfort as much as he loved the pleasure.

“Have a seat, Cum Slut…” Yami smirked and sat back against Seto, Seto’s wet arousal poking him in the back. “Ready…Baby?”

“Bring it, Fucker.” Yami sat up and held his th ath as Seto pierced him. “Shit…”

“Keep your voice down, Slut…we don’t want to draw any attention.”

“This fucking hurts, you prick.”

“Poor Baby.” Yami winced as he slid the rest of the way down. Seto rubbed his stomach to soothe him. “Move, Baby…Ride your dragon like you own his dick.” Yami smiled, and started moving, it still hurt, but it wasn’t as bad anymore, and as always the pain gave way to a little pleasure.

“You like when I fuck your dick with my tight asshole, Bitch?” Yami asked, keeping voi voice low, it already invaded with lust.

“As much as I like opening that asshole of yours with my big fat cock,” Seto answered, whispering into his baby’s ear. Yami hissed in pleasure, his head resting back on Seto’s shoulder as they continued moving. “Say it, Baby…tell me…”

“I’m yours, Dragon…I belong to you…”

“Mine,” Seto asserted with a harsh thrust. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“All yours, Dragon…forever.”

“Forever isn’t enough, Baby…” Yami moaned, Seto’s lips were on his exposed neck. Yami had taken off his chocker an hour ago. “I’m going to make you earn every last pair of pants…this could take days, before I’m done with you.”

Their pace was fast and hard, Seto was driving up into Yami brutally, Yami loving every moment of the treatment. Seto was so possessive at the moment, holding Yami across the stomach like he always did when he got like this. Every single time Seto forced himself into him Yami moaned low, each time symbolizing their bond, renewing their commitment to anotanother, despite the fighting and bullshit, theirs was a connection that could never be severed.

The thought that Seto wanted Yami so much only made Yami hotter. He didn’t think he’d like being treated like property…but on some level he did. Seto could be with anyone he wanted… and he wanted and needed him. “Yo eve everything, Yami…everything…never…I’m never going to…never going to let you go…” Seto’s pace had lost its steadiness, he was close.

Yami was moving on top of Seto faster, beating himself off harder. “Dragon…I love you…I need you…”

“You’re mine…Baby…nothing will ever change that…nothing. I love you, Baby.” Yami came, then…the environment, Seto’s possessiveness, Seto telling him he loved him…it was all too much and Yami came. Yami was already impossibly tight, so Seto couldn’t help but come right after that.


Seto opened his eyes, feeling the beginnings of a migraine starting. That had been more than an ordinary wet dream. He had really felt everything. Almost as if he was reliving Yami and his first time in a dressing room. He hadn’t even remembered lying down to take a nap. He had been so out of it since he had returned from Yami’s house yesterday that he didn’t know what to think.

He was trying to focus. He had his interview tomorrow. But damn it, he was a mess. He got up and headed to the shower. It wasn’t all that late yet. He needed to talk to Mokuba. He knew his brother had been furious with his decision to end things with Yami, the raven-haired boy considering Yami Seto’s boyfriend.


“Come in.” Mokuba looked up from vid videogame and paused it. “Yes, Seto?”

“Yami left?”

“He left two hours ago. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“I figured he was with you.”

“No. He left. He told me to tell you that he has absolutely nothing to say to you. He was furious this time, Seto. You really did it now.”

Seto scoffed. “He’s temperamental.”

“Like you’re not.” Mokuba rolled his eyes. “You’re pretty sometime-ish, Seto.”

“I’m what?”

“Sometime-ish.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Joey uses it.”

“I rest my case.”

“It means that you’re fickle. You’re loving and affectionate sometimes and the rest of the time you’re being an asshole. If I were Yami I would have dumped you a long time ago.”

“Yami can’t dump me because he’s not my boyfriend,” Seto countered.

“Well, what ever the two of you are calling yourselves this week.” Seto narrowed his eyes again. “The point is, that this arrangement the two of you have can easild. d. You take his presence for granted. But one morning you’re going to wake up and he’s not going to be there. It’s been a year and you’re still in the same place. Don’t you think Yami will get tired of it after a while.”

“He understands how I feel.”

“Well, the same can’t be said about you. Since he left again.” Seto sighed and left the room.


The door opened and Mokuba entered the room. Seto had been thankful the raven-haired youth hadn’t rubbed Seto’s obvious depression over Yami in his face. Getting his things back hadn’t helped in the slightest. There would be nothing to soothe his heart, except the one thing he couldn’t have back.

“You wanted to speak to me, Seto?” Mokuba asked, sitting on the love seat. They were in Seto’s bedroom, Seto spent a lot of time there, alone and bitter. “What’s the matter?”

Seto looked up into blue-gray eyes. Mokuba could see in his older brother’s eyes that he had another migraine. He had been gettthemthem a lot ever since Yami and him had split. Seto couldn’t shake the feeling he had had just moments ago that something awful had happened to Yami. Of course the notion was ridiculous. Yami was quite capable of taking care of himself. Furthermore he was a successful businessman, not a psychic hotline.

Yet the feeling kept bothering him.

“Seto, are you okay?” Seto looked up at his brother and managed a weak nod. “You didn’t hear a word I just said.”

“Mokuba, do me a favor. Call Yugi and ask him how Yami is doing…I think there might be something wrong with him.”

“Seto?”

“Just do it, Mokuba.” Mokuba picked up Seto’s phone and dialed the number. He was being truly ridiculous, it was impossible to be able to know that something was wrong with his ex. He was just affected by his wet dream that was all.

“Hi, Yugi. Yeah, it’s me. I was just calling to say hi. Yeah. How’s Yami doing? Oh really, you don’t say. Oh wow, that sounds nice. Yeah, Seto’s the same way. Yeah. Actually Seto asked me to call you, he’s lonely and misses his precious baby.” Seto narrowed his eyes, not believing what Mokuba was saying. “Gotta go now, by As As soon as the phone was hung up Seto lunged for him. A murderous glimmer in his eyes.

“GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Mokuba dashed and tumbled off the bed, trying to think of where to run.

“If you hurt me I won’t tell you what Yugi told me.” Seto stopped for a moment. “Sit down, Seto and stop being so silly.” Seto gave Mo one one last evil eye before he did. He’d let Mokuba tell him what Yugi said, and then he was going to slaughter him in cold blood. “Anyway, Yugi told me Bakura took Yami out to get drunk because he’s depressed and he misses you. He also said that Malik and Malik’s cousin who’s visiting were going to be there.”

“Is Malik’s cousin a guy or a girl?” Seto asked, already getting jealous.

“The name’s Mahad. I guess that means it’s a guy.” Seto’s eyes narrowed. “Yamin’t n’t want to go, he didn’t want to meet anyone new. Yugi said that he only went because he was so down and sad.” Seto gave Mokuba a look but said nothing.

“I don’t care. It’s over for Yami and me.” Seto turned away. It was over. He didn’t care what Yami did. Why should he?

“Seto, it’s only natural to be jealous. Actually, Mahad is apparently a fox.”

“Why do I care?”

“I thought you told Yami he wasn’t allowed to date anyone else.” Seto made a face. How was it that Mokuba knew that? Obviously his brother and Yugi were talking a little too much. “And you haven’t been eating, Seto.”

“I haven’t been hungry.”

“You’re so full of it, that’s why you haven’t been hungry.” Seto shot Mokuba a glare.

“Get out of my room, Mokuba. Right now.”

“So cranky too… this must be what happens to you when you’re sex deprived. You’re going through withdrawal.” Mokuba gave him a little look and left the room. Seto narrowed his eyes and grabbed a small blue eyes figurine and threw it across the room, it hitting the wall and breaking.

He couldn’t even sleep in his own bedroom anymore. It reminded him too much of Yami. Everything reminded him of Yami. And now Yami was out with some other guy? Fuck him…fuck him…fuck him. He hated Yami, despised him. How dare he be with someone else! Was he laughing, smiling at him. Who gave him permission to do that! No one, that was for damn sure.

Yami was his. It didnatteatter that he had ended things. Yami wasn’t allowed to be with anyone else. No one. He belonged to him. He was his property. He could almost see the duelist smirking at someone else, wearing pants that Seto had brought him…using money Seto had given him… being happy…enjoying himself with some other guy.

Enraged would have been putting it lightly, Seto was huffing violently with anger at the thought of some other guy placing his unworthy hands on his godling. He didn’t even want Yami back… he just couldn’t stand the thought of some person touching what was rightfully his. It wasn’t like he missed him or anything, that was silly. Of course he didn’t miss Yami, this had nothing to do with that. It was the principle.

That fucking slut…when he got his hands on this other guy he was going to…

Seto glanced at his hand, he was trembling, physically trembling. He was breathing so hard he was heaving. He could feel every last hair on his body standing on edge. He had never been this upset about anything before. Not even when Mokuba had been put in danger.

The faint sound of his cell phone ringing startled him. He didn’t know where he had put the device. But the fact that it was Yami’s ringtone that was playing only heightened his need to find it. Yugi had obviously ta to to Yami through the link, telling him what Mokuba had said… and now… now Yami was calling him.

Seto picked up the phone. Not sure what to think.

“Yes, Yami?”

“Dragon…” Yami started giggling. Seto narrowed his eyes. “Dragon’s thiz you?”

“What?”

“Thiz you, Dragon?”

“Thiz? What are you talking about? Another one of Joey’s made up words?”

“Dragon…I’m…” Yami giggled again. “I’m sooo drunk.” Seto gripped the bed sheet in fury. Yami was out, with some other guy, now inebriated, and he had the nerve, the audacity to call him up? After everything they had been through together he had been reduced to this? A drunken phone call?

“You fucking asshole, what the hell are you doing calling me. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dragon, I love you…I loooove you, Dragon…” Yami was still giggling. He sounded like Yugi the way he giggled. “I love you, Dragon.”

“I hate you, you fucking slut. Go fuck your new boyfriend. Go to fucking hell, don’t ever call me again.”

“I’m with, Mahad…Dragon…he’s cute…but, I think…” More giggling. “Don’t tell anyone thiz, Dragon…but I think he wants to sleep with me.” Even more giggling.

“I wish you were fucking dead.”

“Dragon…I want you again…I want to be with you.”

“That’ll be a cold day in hell. You stupid whore.”

“You mad, Dragon…” Yami had no clue what Seto was saying to him. He didn’t even know where he was at the moment.

“Fucking die, Yami. Do you hear me, DIE.”

Seto didn’t bother to end the call as he chucked the phone across the room so hard it broke into pieces the second it hit. A less well put together wall would have had a hole in it.

Seto dropped to his knees.

His hands came to his face as he sobbed in fury and heartbreak.

If it was possible to be infuriated and miserable at the exact same time, Seto felt it.


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Yami woke up, his eyes adjusting to the light that poured into the room. Only this wasn’t his bedroom. He was back in ancient Egypt. He could see a figure blocking the light that came in from the balcony, he moved slightly and once again Yami was blinded by the light coming into the room.

Yami stood up, shakily. Seeing he was still wearing his formal attire. There most have been a banquet or something the previous night. “You are awake, dearest Atemu.”

The priest turned around and smiled, his turquoise eyes sparkling, the light from the sun outlining his form in a way that made him look like he had an ethereal glow.

“Mahaado?”

“I was quite worried about you. I have never seen you like that before.” Yami gave the priest a look. “You were unresponsive for a long time.”

“I do not recall coming into your bedchambers, Mahaado.”

“No, Atemu?” Mahaado gave him a brighter smile. “I am curious as to what exactly you do remember.” Yami felt himself flush. He looked down at his clothes again, they were rumpled, he had obviously tossed around in them last night. But there was no mistaking it, these were clothes reserved for special occasions. A holiday or a visiting nobleman.

The question was, why would he find himself in Mahaado’s bedchambers afterwards. If anything he’d be with Seth. This was making little to no sense. Yet was still dressed, so he was quite confused.

“Atemu, what is it?” Yami looked at Mahaado but didn’t reply. “Do not fear, Atemu. Seth will not be back from his pilgrimage for many moons.”

So Seth was out of town? Was that why he had found himself in Mahaado’s room. Oh Ra, what if he… what if he was having an affair with Mahaado. Why would he do such a thing…

“You are not still thinking of Seth are you? Honestly, Atemu, I do not understand why you indulge so much of your free time with him.” Yami made a face. Did Mahaado know about Seth and his relationship? Just his luck, he was probably cheating on both of them. “Seth preoccupies so much of your time, Atemu. Even though he is away, you still think of him. It makes me so jealous.”

“Mahaado, why would you be so jealous?”

“Why would I not be? I hear the way the nobles talk. They all speak of how you are having an interlude with him. You must know how that makes me feel, dearest Atemu.” Dearest Atemu? Okay, so did that mean he was sleeping with him?

“Mahaado, my relationship with Seth is none of your concern.” Yami wasn’t nasty about it, but he was firm. “There is no truth to the rumors that I am with Seth.”

“Seth has told me of it. He told me before he left. He mentioned that he allows you to take him, Atemu. That you are in love with him.”

“He said that to you, did he?” Yami could feel his anger rising. Leave it to Seth to throw his relationship with him in Mahaado’s face. “I shall have to speak to him.”

“Atemu, I do not wish to talk about, Seth. I wish to talk about you and I. We did not get to do everything I had wanted to last night. You became short of breath and went faint.”

What the hell did that mean? Okay, for one, Seth was right…Mahaado was in love with him. Secondly, Seth telling Mahaado that they were together lent credence to the thought that Mahaado could have later told Seth of a fictional affair to get revenge. Then again, Mahaado had to know that Seth was possessive when it came to him, and if Seth believed that he had been betrayed he would probably do almost anything. Did Mahaado put him in harms way by telling him this lie? Unless of course this was no lie.

Damn it, why could he not remember anything. He was being haunted by these visions, these flashbacks. He didn’t love Mahaado…he was attracted to him, but didn’t love him. And maybe Mahaado knew that. The way he was practically sulking was proof of that. So what then, Mahaado got sick of being taken by him and decided to hurt both Seth and him?

Or had Yami eventually fallen in love with Mahaado as well? Or had Seth’s blind jealousy made him hear what he wanted to hear from Mahaado when he got Yami’s earring back. Last night he hadn’t slept with Mahaado. Perhaps he sometimes fell asleep in Mahaado’s bedchambers. Like last night. And Seth had been so jealous and possessive that he wanted to believe something was going on. He wouldn’t get his answers…Mahaado was leaving.

He had been speaking to Yami and he hadn’t been listening. Ra, what did this mean… had he slept with Mahaado or not? Mahaado didn’t seem very malicious to him. Then again…he had never dreamt Seth would have raped him either. He could feel himself leaving this flashback… he could feel his mind pulling him back…for now… for now he’d have to puzzle over this some more.

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Yugi turned on the television. “What time is Seto’s interview supposed to be, Honey?” Yugi looked at his boyfriend as he sat next to him.

“Not sure. It airs tonight. But they’re going to be playing snippets of it this morning.”

“Look, Honey, there’s Seto…it’s on.” Yugi turned up the volume. They wanted to wake up Yami so he could watch, but not sure how that would go over, they didn’t. Especially given what had happened when Yami got home.


“Mr. Kaiba, the business world was shocked when you decided to come out publicly about your sexuality. Many believe it was a publicity stunt. Is there any credence to that?”

Seto turned to look at the camera. “There is absolutely no credence to that. I did not come out to garner publicity. As many are well aware, much of the publicity I have received is negative.”

“Negative indeed, your stock prices fell after your announcement, is that correct?”

“They did. Kaiba Corp is still riding the effects of my decision. My shareholders, as expected are still gravely concerned.”

“Then why, Mr. Kaiba. Why would you do this? You were at the top. Why risk the chance that this could all blow up in your face?”

“It was time to stop lying.”

“Did you feel like you were lying by being in the closet?”

“In many ways. Eventually it would have come out. I decided now would be the right time for it to be exposed.”

“We’ve heard nothing but rumors that you really came out because you are involved in a relationship.”


The camera did a close up on Seto. His look was stoic. No one who didn’t know him or Yami would have been able to read the inner turmoil in his eyes. But Yugi and Ryou could see it easily. His eyes looked stormy, like Seto was taking all his effort not to do or say something he’d regret.


“Let me start by asking you this, Mr. Kaiba, who was the person that Mokuba, your younger brother, was talking about in his interview weeks ago?”

“I have no idea who Mokuba was speaking about. It is true that over the last few years my success has allowed me a small amount of time to interact with some of Mokuba’s friends. But I wouldn’t say I have met anyone new that I can open up to. That person is, and has always been Mokuba. And it always will be. He is the only family I have, and he means more to me than any other person ever could.”

“There are also rumors surrounding your new personal assistant.”

“My assistant is not new. He has been by my side for six months. Like any of my other assistants, representatives or employees, the relationship between him and I is strictly professional. I do not mix business and pleasure.”

“Many reports say that this assistant of yours, Yami, as he’s been identified as, doesn’t work in the Kaiba Corp building, although he’s been seen entering the building on occasion.”

“He’s a personal assistant, not a business assistant. There would be no reason for him to be working out of my office building. I have secretaries for that. That is why there have been so many photos of him coming to my house. He is a personal assistant.”

“What is the nature of his job?”

“He takes care of my needs. Like any personal assistant would. Why the media has decided to search for something between us is beyond me. It is actually amusing to me that anyone would think for one moment that I would be with someone like him. The idea is foolish.”

“What about what happened in front of the hotel in Tokyo?”

“What about it? He was being bothered and I stepped in to help him. Since no one knew of his existence until recently he was not as well seasoned with the media as many of my other employees are. He’s not the type of person who would be able to handle intense situations. He’s weak in many respects. He’d easily crack under pressure.”

“You’d want someone like that as an assistant?”

“I took pity on him, I suppose. He gets the job done. Actually, I don’t know how much longer he’ll be my assistant. He can’t handle all this media attention, and I am tired of being linked with him. It’s an insult to be rumored to be dating him.”


Ryou and Yugi looked at each other. It was better Yami wasnwakewake for this. “How could Seto say this about him? Yami can’t defend himself,” Ryou thought sadly.

“He’s bitter, and hurt. Really hurt. I can’t imagine why, he’s the one who ended it in the first place.” Yugi narrowed his eyes at the arrogant prick on his television screen.

“Unless it has to do with Mahad. Didn’t you tell Mokuba that Yami had gone out last night? I’m sure Mokuba told Seto about it.”

“He’s jealous, you’re right, Ryou.”


“There are new rumors that you are talking to Seigfired Von Schroder about a possible game distribution contract.”

“Seig and I spoke about it on my last trip to Tokyo. We had cocktails and discussed the gaming business at great lengths.”


“Who is Seig?” Ryou asked, confused, looking at his boyfriend.

“He’s owns a game company, like Kaiba Corp. I don’t know much about him, apparently he has strange pink hair.”


“Does this mean you two are finally burying the hatchet and ending your rivalry?”

“Rivalry is essential to a healthy business market. Our disagreements in the past are behind us. I was impressed with Seig’s straightforward proposals. And his level of professionalism. He also told me that he found my press conference to be courageous and stirring and that he respected me for being honest.”

The camera shifted to a newswoman behind a desk.

“To see the rest of this interview in it’s entirety tune in to this channel at eight.”


Yugi flipped the television off. He looked at his boyfriend. Neither of them said it, but both of them were thinking the same thing. They had seen quite enough of Seto’s interview.

“Maybe you should call Mokuba, Honey, and find out what’s going on.”

Yugi nodded. “I will, after breakfast.”


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Yami woke up startled. He wasn’t sure why he was startled, but he woke up that way anyway. He was sweating profusely, not sure what had given him the idea to pull up the covers for warmth when it had been so hot and balmy. And furthermore, why would he put on covers when he was sleeping next to a warm body.

Warm body? Yami sat up.

What the fuck…

Yami jumped out of the bed, aware of Mahad’s sleeping form.

Fuck… No…Ra…No…

He hadn’t… he couldn’t have…

Slept with…

Slept with Mahad…

Where was Mahad’s shirt? Where was his shirt? He was wearing boxers that didn’t belong to him…

Dizziness overcame him and Yami’s hangover registered. Before he even knew what was happening he vomited all over the floor, falling to his knees and shaking.


Author’s Endnotes: And the bitch of the year award goes to Shakster, for Possession Chapter eight, the worst cliff hanger known to man. This chapter was killer long, I had to end it… So damn… what didn’t happen in this chapter… Two flashbacks, Seto breaking down… Yami waking up with Mahad in his bed… not to mention what happened between him and Mahaado in the past. A possible partnership between Seig and Seto? A drunken phone call. Yami should never have taken that Shadow’s Wet Dream. Damn shots. Alas, I will try to update Thursday. Key word: Try. However, if I get some really great feedback about this emotionally wrenching mess I’ve created Thursday we might get to see what else I’ve done… And just to take the knife and turn it a quarter turn:


Seto held his nose, it was bleeding. Bad enough he had the migraines, but he was getting nosebleeds too. Mokuba had insisted he needed to see a doctor. But he couldn’t. He was so busy with his final preparations. The stupid morons at Kaiba Corp couldn’t handle being on their own without their leader.

He was trying to make things go smoothly.

Damn it…why was he feeling like this. He had lost eight pounds already, but he couldn’t keep any food down. Anything he tried to keep down wound up coming back up. And the migraines and the nosebleeds…

Maybe he had a tumor. Seto huffed. If he could only be so lucky.