Associarsi all'Oscurità

Title: Associarsi all'Oscuritˆ (Consort to Darkness)
Authors: Mayflower and RavenWings

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Yuri, blood, torture, lemon, violence, death of character(s), NCS, vampirism, masochism, possible squick, not necessarily in that order...

Pairings: Yami x Seto, Kek (Yami no Bakura) x Malik, Jounouchi x Yuugi, Malik x Yuugi, Mai x Isis, we'll see as we go along...

Notes from the Authoress(es): Okay, first off, this is an Alternate Universe fanfic, so there are going to be some, er... personality differences. Second, this fic is written by the two of us, Mayflower and myself, through role-playing, so I apologize if it seems a tad choppy, we try to fix that... Third, this is a DARK fic. A vampire fic. So... be warned that there shall be lots of angst throughout this fic. Er, and last, I think... there's been a name change for one of the characters. Since Yami no Bakura isn't really Bakura's yami, he couldn't have that name, soooo... in this fic he's called Kek. Kek is the Ancient Egyptian god of darkness, so we thought it was appropriate. ...Oh, and the ages are somewhat different than from what they'd be in the series. Er, some of them, anyway. Kaiba and Mokuba are the same age, and Anzu. ...I think that's about it. Everyone else is older.

Disclaimer: Neither Mayflower nor I own Yu-Gi-Oh or the characters, and if we did, we sure as hell would have done a better job with the dubbing as well as get rid of all the censors... and the guys would be shirtless a whole lot more. The plot for this fanfic, however, is ours, and we'd rather like to keep it...

Summary: Seto Kaiba is the teenage CEO, and things seem to be going his way... until he meets Yami, an ancient vampire. Everything changes with two bites, and Seto's finding that the life of a vampire is very dangerous... for himself, and everyone around him.


When your name translates from basic Japanese into the word 'dark', you can be assumed either strange or eccentric. Or both. Yaminnednned to himself from beneath the broad-brimmed he wore, sharp white teeth flashing impressively. For once, the overly long, sharp incisors weren't being hidden. In fact, they were being flaunted. However, since this was a costume party and he was supposed to be dressed this way anyway, people would probably just assume they were fake.

They weren't. His expression mellowed out as he observed the crowd. There were only so many ways to embarrass grown men and women. One of these was business parties. 'Costume parties seemed to magnify the effect,' Yami thought to himself as he eyed The Emperor's New Clothes from one side of the room and something that may have been a very bad Sailor Moon cosplay from the other. And these were his benefactors? The thought procured a slight groan from the slight vampire's lips, this being elongated by the appearance of another nameless contributor to the young man's extensive wealth. He greeted the couple cheerf eno enough, noting a slight flinch from the woman at the sight of his teeth and making a note to have someone sent after her. One little bump and that Italian silk would be stained with... wine.

Seto scowled as he walked among the many idiotic people in costume. Most were trite and disgusting, some just plain idiotic. He hid a grimace. 'No, all idiotic in one way or another. I can't believe these idiots have the power and wealth they do... and I'm forced to "mingle" with them... pathetic.' He was quite happy that his own costume of Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, was both tasteful and sophisticated. His white mask hid almost all of his face, and he'd even gotten a replica of the attire worn during that time period. And, of course, he *never* hid his displeasure at being forced to be here, with these fools.

Yami seemed to glide around the room, saying only what he had to say to all of his 'nearest and dearest' friends before moving on. He was slowly making his way toward Seto, or at least to the area he was in. 'I barely know these people,' he thought. 'Why did I even have this party?' He paused, thinking about it. Oh yes, he secretary. The woman was entirely too energetic and suggestive. Anzu always had some idea for something. While he was pondering this, one of his executives' wives showed up, flirting openly with the pale CEO. Yami sweatdropped inwardly, smiling outwardly and responding to her politely.

Seto sighed for the millionth time that evening as one of the "motherly matrons" tried yet again to set him up with her daughter/niece/granddaughter... and once again, he replied that he was far too busy for romance. 'Not that any of those bints have a single thought in those fluff-stuffed heads of theirs...' He hid a wince. 'If I got stuck marrying one of *those*, I'd kill myself...' He managed not to roll his eyes when the matron told him he'd work himself into an early grave if he didn't take care of himself, and that he needed a "good woman" to keep him in line... 'Somebody shoot me...'

Yami finally managed to get away from Mrs. ... hmm, he couldn't even remember her name. How odd. He made an excuse about needing to step out for a moment for a call, then made a line for the door, accidentally bumping into someone on his way. He growled softly. "Excuse me," he said lowly, his tone controlled. He adjusted his hat once more and looked up, meeting the eye of his assualtee. The piercing blue eye.

Seto turned to look at the person who'd run into him, glad for the distraction, how ever minor. Hopefully the woman would find another victim to torment... His eyebrows raised behind his mask as he saw who'd bumped into him and their costume. "I didn't realize that you were interested in popular anime," he said dryly, looking Yami up and down. "Alucard?"

Yami Yuugi shrugged. "How do you know I'm into it?" he asked, touching the tip of his hat with one white gloved hand. "The hat is a good disguise." He grinned, once more baring dangerously real fangs. "And Phantom of the Opera?" he queried, tilting his head to the side. "That's just as interesting as popular anime, on any of the guests. Though that Sailor Moon outfit over there is making me wonder."

Seto glanced at the "Sailor Moon" and shuddered a bit. "On an eighty-year-old woman, it's disturbing. I've been doing my best to avoid running into her, since I *really* don't want a close look..." He grimaced slightly, then shrugged. "The Phantom was interesting to me... and he wears a mask, which makes it all the better."

"And easily adaptable costume is a good idea," Yami said blithely, shrugging and adjusting the large tinted glasses that served, for the most part, as his mask. "So," Yami asked, digging for a bit more information on the blue eyed Phantom. "How did you get invited here?"

Seto smirked slly. ly. He was *very* glad the mask hid his identity so well, otherwise he'd be surrounded by the women... all trying to snag him. That was always the way it was at these sort of things... which was why he hated them. "I'm the CEO of a very large and successful company," Seto said, just a tad smugly and shrugged.

"Mm, closed guest list?" Yami asked, smiling himself. "I certainly wish I had merited a place on that list," he added, resting his hands on his hips. "I'm barely acquainted." Yami didn't know what the point of denying his own host-hood was, but it felt very nice to be able to say something new about himself.

Seto laughed. "You wish you merited... if you say so," he said, highly amused. He was quite aware who was in front of him, but if the man wanted to play it that way...

Yami grinned once more, and would have winked if his companion could have seen it. "Oh, but it is a great party, isn't it?" he asked, waving his hand in order to indicate the lavishly, yet darkly, decorated room. "And the theme they chose matches my costume so well..."

"Quite the coincidence," Seto said dryly, laughter sparklingly in his eyes. He felt surprisingly relaxed around this man, and he didn't know why... Though it was a nice change from the people he *had* been talking to...

"Yes, well, if I didn't know any better I'd say this guy has a vampire fetish," Yami noted, tilting his head to one side. Then he leaned forward. "And the hat really does hide my hair very well." He shrugged, snagging a glass of wine from one of the ma'tre de.

Seto smirked slightly, also taking a glass of wine. If the older guests had realized who he was, they might scold him for it, as if he were a young boy and not a businessman in his own right. It was frustrating at times... He sipped at his glass. "Not... all of your hair," he said a bit smugly, noting the unusual bangs that were a dead giveaway.

Yami shrugged. "I can't help but play with it," he said, sipping his wine elegantly, looking every inch the par was was 'playing'. "It's not that big of a hat." Once his first glass was gone and the waiter from before returned, he overturned his glass on the tray and grabbed another. "And I have so much hair," he added, tone dramatic, as was his posture.

Seto chuckled softly, still sipping at his first glass. He was always very careful with alcohol, since he never wanted to lose control. Ever. "So I can see..."

Yami smiled, motioning toward the balcony. "Would you like to get out of here? It might keep you from being attacked by elderly ladies," Yami asked, pouring on the charm as he took another sip of wine, not much worried about the effects of the drink on his system. No, there was something else liquid that tempted him to lose control. 'But maybe it won't protect you from me,' he thought.

Seto glanced around and noticed that some of the other women were looking for new targets... "I think that would be good... If I have one more of them trying to marry me off, I might strangle them..." He growled softly.

"I know the feeling," Yami said, leading Seto out of the room and into the night air. Crisp night air tinted with the light of a perfect, full moon and lit by torches in the courtyard of the antique mansion. He leaned against the ledge, where he set his drink as well, the dull taste not making up for what he really wanted.

Seto leaned on his elbows against the ledge of the balcony, looking up at the night sky. The moonlight played strangely with the white mask, giving Seto more of an ethereal look. He smiled slightly as he gazed at the stars. "I find it rather sad that the city lights drown out most of the stars..."

Yami tilted his head to the side, eyeing Seto for only a moment before turning to watch the sky as well. "I find it sad there is so much civilization and so much of it is so pointless. If not for it, the sky would be clear," he said almost practicedly. 'But then, who would there be to feed on?' He sat up taller, wondering what had possessed him to go this far with the CEO. Not when there was nothing he could do about it.

Seto smile had a bitter edge to it. "Humanity is most often tangled up in things that are pointless. Good, evil, what does it matter? In the end, it's all pointless... we die, and are forgotten." He shrugged slightly. He didn't know what had gotten into him... he wasn't usually this cynical in another person's hearing range.

Yami grinned once more. "Interesting point of view for a human bei" he" he noted. "The species fights to survive under normal circumstances, hmm?" He turned around, resting his back and elbows on the ledge, his coat billowing perfectly at his feet. "Survival of the fittest and all that."

"Survival of the fittest..." Seto snorted in disgust. "Survival of the ruthless, more like. The humans with the least morals are always the ones who come out on top."

Yami laughed bitterly then, lifting his wine glass in Seto's direction. "And you aren't like that? Not ruthless or lacking in morals at all?" he queried, watching Kaiba closely. "And it's not just humans."

Seto's smile was not pleasant, not at all. "Oh no, I never said that... I'm as ruthless as the rest of them, or I wouldn't be where I am. Idealism is a luxury a businessman cannot afford." He looked at Yami hard. "...Not just humans? What do you mean by that?"

"Human beings aren't the only creatures who can be ruthless," Yami said flatly. "And you aren't in it for the money, so I assume you simply like the control your career presents." He shrugged, looking up a the sky as he finished his drink.

"Do not be so quick to judge," Seto said coldly, looking up at the stars. "Power is... empty. One who covets power only yearns for more power. Never do they find pleasure in their days... no... no, I won't fall into that trap. Never..."

"So then why do you do it? You could easily caor yor your brother in a much simpler job," Yami said, pushing Seto just a bit mentally, searching for the one thread to incite the reaction he wanted. "And you're so young..." Certainly the other CEO had already noticed this about the other.

Seto smiled bitterly. "Perhaps because... for all my denouncements of idealism... there's still a part of me that wishes to make the place better. For my brother... for other children like him..." He looked over at Yami. "And I'm not that young. I haven't been young for a long time."

"I meant physically. The human body can only take so much stress before it starts to buckle. I can see that in you." Yami turned to face Seto, resting on one elbow and crossing his arms. "But can you?" He had been counting on the CEO's surprise at the mention of his brother, but he caught up to himself quickly.

"I can try," Seto said with a crooked smile. "I think that's all any human could do... is try." He gave Yami a long look. "I will hold. I will hold as long as I need to. I am not stupid, I know the stresses I'm putting on my body... I will be able to ease up soon. Once I'm firmly settled..."

"Settled where?" Yami asked, one brow rising delicately. He followed Seto's eyes into his own, their glances firm on each other.

Seto smiled wryly. "At the top of the food chain, of course..." he told Yami.

"The top of the food chain..." Yami grinned, purposefully baring his teeth. "Well, you aren't there yet, and you won't join me without help," he said confidently, crossing his arms and continuing to grin. He felt his control being scraped at, but he remained still.

Seto chuckled softly, turning his gaze back up to the stars. "If you say so..." he murmured.

"You can't," Yami said firmly, in retribution. "It has nothing to do with effort. You should know some things are about birth versus experience. Few... but there are some." He pushed away, shedding his jacket in the night's heat and pacing the length of the balcony.

Seto watched Yami as he paced, tilting his head to one side. The movement arched his neck, his skin pale perfection in the light of the moon. "Some?"

"Some fates that cannot be crossed," Yami said, his voice almost laced with the cruel monotone of controlled anger. "Some people succeed because... they're given something back they were missing." He looked at Seto, trying to gauge the taller teen's reaction. He caught sight of the pale skin, his tongue darting out to his his lips as Seto moved.

"Something they were missing..." Seto murmured thoughtfully. "Is it lonely? Being who you are? What you are?"

"Business is a lonely profession full of people," Yami said stoically. "I would prefer company to loneliness, but my reasons are far from noble and don't suit my contacts at all." His eyes locked in on Seto's neck, his eyes not moving for anything. "How about you?"

Seto shrugged slightly. "I've yet to see anyone who would be worth my time... though that could change," he said lightly, almost a challenge.

"That would depend on how you approached someone," Yami said bemusedly, stepping up to Seto, slightly invading his space, a cool sort of air surrounding him completely, like a fog. "And whether or not you were truly interested in finding someone," he continued, meanmeaning of his words masked and shrouded. "Which I could ask... but I don't need to."

Seto watched Yami, his eyes lidded. "Hmm, you don't need to ask...? So what's the answer, if you already know? Am I truly interested in finding someone?"

Yami, in answer, took his hat off and put his glasses atop it on the ledge, straightening his hair out again. He then walked up to Seto, blood-red eyes locking with Seto's own behind the mask. Yami exerted the smallest bit of his power, everyone knows you should never meet the gaze of a vampire. If you knew that's what he was.

Seto's eyes widened slightly, but he managed to keep from fully succumbing to Yami's power. His own will was very powerful, though not powerful enough to resist for long.

Yami beckoned Seto forward, stepping back and leading Seto to do the same. "I think you do... want to find someone," he said, his voice suddenly very different, it's tone lost and almost hypnotic. He pressed a little further into Seto's mind, artistically drawing answers to his mind. "Hmm?"

Seto struggled for a moment, then finally surrendered, allowing Yami to lead him. "Yes..." he whispered, images and emotions of a longing for someone who he could surrender to, who was worthy of it, floating up into his mind.

Yami led his 'charge' down into the courtyard, beneath the eaves, so they were no longer visible from the window, then slowly released his control over Seto. "Do you understand what I said earlier now?" he asked, eyes still glowing softly. A part of him tht tht this was fun, but he repressed it, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.

Seto smiled slightly and nodded slowly. "Yes... I believe so..."

"Strange world we live in, no?" Yami asked, that unbearable grin of his finding it's way onto his face once more. "You're smarter than most, though I did give you credit for that in the beginning."

Seto grinned slightly and bowed his head. "Whyank ank you... coming from a vampire, that's quite the compliment, considering that you must have met many people over the years..." He tilted his head slightly. "Do you normally play with your food? For humans it's considered rude, but... well. You're not human."

"I'm not playing with my food." Yami was inwardly ecstatic, this was such a perfect situation. "I never play with a meal," he said pointedly, stepping closer to Seto once more. His eyes glowed more strongly. "I wouldn't have been so polite if I were only going to feed off of you. After so many hundred years, you get a style about you when doing this." He gave a small smirk, never ceasing to be able to show off every last one of his teeth while doing so.

"Don't you ever get bored?" Seto asked curiously. "I mean, I would think that most humans would have the same reaction to being fed upon..."

"Well, you certainly aren't a typical reaction. Usually I'd have to be in complete control of you. Another sign that I don't intend to feed on you. I'm discussing with you." Yami tilted his head to one side, the gesture slightly dramatic due to the gloves hs cus currently wearing, one hand on his hip. "What's your reaction to my even being a vampire, as you call it."

"Intrigue..." Seto grinned. "I've never met a vampire before... not to my knowledge, anyway."

"Ah, so you think it would be interesting..." Yami let his question hang, brows raised slightly as he let his hand fall to his side. "You want to consider a member of the undead a research project?" he questioned, smirking still.

"A research project?" Seto laughed. "I don't think the world is ready to have proof that vampires do exist... Besides, I can't see you standing to be trapped in a cage, or anything like that... what sentient being would?"

"I'd kill you if I thought that was your intent," Yami said, almost snarling, his teeth showing now for an entirely different reason. "I'd slit your throat and drink my fill of you right here." He relaxed slowly. "And I meant for your own personal reasons. We take life away, but we can also give great pleasure, you know."

Seto was not phased at all by the show of temper. "Hm... are you offering to make me a vampire?" he asked thoughtfully.

Yami grinned. "Well, the sex isn't bad either. But I'm considering something I've never done before in the long span of my life," he said, gauging Seto's reaction. "We're like wolves though. Among our own, we mate for life."

Seto smiled slightly. "I've never met anyone like you... I doubt I ever will. I would not regret it." He tilted his head, baring the pale skin of his neck once more. "Would you?"

Yami drew Seto downwards slowly, whispering his answer in the taller one's ear. "I don't regret what I do, it's fruitless to do so," he said softly, letting his tongue run along the surfac Set Seto's exposed skin, his breathing growing slower by the second as he seemed to slip into a sort of trance, raking his teeth over the flawless skin harshly, but not enough that it broke the skin. "I can tell... you are going to taste very good," he murmured softly.

Seto's eyes fluttered closed as he was drawn forward, shivering a bit at the touch of Yami's teeth against his skin.

Yami took another second to let Seto get used to the idea of what he was about to do, then he closed his teeth around Seto's neck, drawing the rich taste of the taller brunet into his mouth, euphoria on his features. He remained next to Seto's skin for another long moment, very reluctant to leave his current perch. However, after a moment he felt Seto go still and therefore pulled away, licking the area clean.

Seto remained still for a moment longer before slowly opening his eyes, watching Yami with a hooded, lustful gaze.

Yami grinned, licking away the residue of Seto's blood from his lips, then brought his wrist to his lips, adding two deep gashes to the underside of his arm and bringing his hand to Seto's lips. "Drink," he commanded simply.

Seto smiled slightly and held Yami's wrist in his hands gently, pressing his lips against it to drink. The blood was sweet and intoxicating, and Seto found he didn't want to stop...

Yami watched Seto lap at his blood, desire growing in him rapidly. When he'd decided Seto had enough, he pulled his arm away and pressed his still bloody lips to Seto's own.

Seto growled softly at the kiss, tasting his own blood on Yami's lips. He pulled Yami up against him, kissing Yami fiercely, his tongue chasing the taste of his blood in Yami's mouth.

Yami did the same, as if a fire had been lit inside of him, pushing Seto to the ground harshly, a possessive snarl growing in the back of his throat. He became almost animalistic, his eyes flashing red as he watched Seto intently.

Seto blinked when he suddenly found himself on the ground, panting heavily. He felt so tired... cold... "Is this... supposed to happen?" he asked faintly, almost afraid. "So... cold..."

Yami pulled away, growling and seeming reluctant to let up. However, he slowed down and placed his hand on Seto's cheek. "What do you feel?" he asked, his voice still husky and heavy.

"Cold... tired..." Seto murmured, nuzzling Yami's hand slightly.

"You'll get used to it," Yami Yuugi replied. He smiled, cleaning the last of thood ood from his lips. "It's worth it once you get used to it," he emphasized firmly.

"Am I... dying?" Seto asked softly, no longer afraid. "I know... I'll wake again... but it feels so strange..."

Yami smiled and nuzzled against Seto, humming comfortingly. "You'll be fine. You just have to be patient for a while," he said firmly.

"Patient..." Seto smiled sweetly, laughing slightly. "I suppose... I can do that..." He closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Want to rest... for ile.ile... so tired..."

Yami nodded. "I suppose I could take you to my room. I did kind of leave in the middle of my party, hmm?" he said, lifting Seto into his arms and calming walking across the courtyard, through the veranda to a staircase leading around the back of the house. "I'll have to give you the grand tour at some point," he noted aloud, mostly to himself however.

"Mmhmm..." Seto hummed softly, settling into Yami's strong arms. "I'm not at all sorry... that I won't have to go back to fending off those women..."

"Never again..." Yami said, reaching his very typical, dark room. He set Seto on the large bed, sitting down beside him shortly. "Great motif, hmm?" he asked, gesturing to the rest of the room. "I wasn't very happy with myself when I was first turned and so I crept in here... really, the whole housoks oks like this..."

Seto chuckled softly. "It suits you... after all, you are the one who calls himself \kneskness'..."

"Which also suits me," Yami said, smiling aloofly. "But I'll let you rest now. I'll be back soon though. You'll be hungry soon..."

"Mm..." Seto sighed softly, slowly drifting to sleep. "Wou'dn't wan' to be 'part from y'long..." he murmured sleepily before he fell into a very sle sleep.

Yami smiled, turning on his heel and ing ing the room, going to his bathroom to clean up, having to change his outfit, as the sheer amount of blood on it may have worried some of his guests. Then, he went back downstairs for another four hours, until the house was finally empty, save the cleaning lady and the butler. As soon as he could possibly leave, the vampire made his way back to his room, throwing various articles of clothing on the floor as he went.

Seto woke slowly, his mind a bit muddled. He lifted a hand to his face and was surprised when he felt the mask there. He sat up, remembering. 'Yami... vampire...' His eyes widened and he pulled off the mask, running his tongue along his teeth. He felt the fangs and grinned. 'I wonder... have my eyes turned red like his?'

Yami made it back to the room, seeing that Seto had stirred, he went over to the dresser and grabbed some clothes, having dropped all of his on the way to the room. "Sleep well?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes... very well," Seto smiled at Yami, stretching his arms. "But... now I'm rather hungry." He bli for for a moment. "Will my eyes turn red like yours?"

"Eventually. In times when your emotions are high... and over time, yes..." Yami said, walking over to the bed and laying down, having messily dropped the clothes he picked up a moment ago. "And as for being hungry," Yami's eyes flashed briefly. "We can do something about that."

"Mm..." Seto grinned slightly. "You look delicious enough to eat right now... but I don't think that's quite what you had in mind...?"

"If you want," Yami said bluntly, reaching forward to lick Seto's neck again, the wound already fading from sight, but still sure to leave a small scar. "You eat what you want now," he said, grinning. "Especially me."

"Really?" Seto purred, crawling over on top of Yami. "Mm... my mate..." he murmured, bending down to nip lightly at Yami's neck, but not hard enough to break the skin.

Yami shuddered and nodded, arching against Seto enough to cause him to accidentally break the skin, even the tiny amount of blood alerting Yami's nose and causing his slightly euphoric state to return. "Yes..." he hissed, closing his eyes and snaking his arms around Seto, his legs following shortly.

Seto purred softly, licking the tiny cut. "Mm... you taste so sweet..." He licked Yami's skin for a moment longer before biting him gently, lapping at the blood.

Yami crooned pleasurefully, obviously very content with Seto's current actions. He reached up, biting Seto lightly. "Not as good as you," he said huskily, wrapping his arms around Seto's neck.

Seto took one last lick of Yami's blood, then pulled away to smile down at the other vampire, blood still wet on his lips. "Mm... really? Well, I'm glad you think so..."

"Mm, but I don't taste so bad myself," the shorter vampire huskily said, reaching up to lick his blood from Seto's lips, one finger swirling on the wound he'd given Seto. He then lifted his finger to Seto's lips, pressing it past the other's lips. "Taste."

Seto parted his lips to draw Yami's finger into his mouth, his tongue licking up all the blood, then teasing Yami's finger.

Yami shivered again. "Mmm... please..." he begged, tightening his legs around Seto's waist. He let his head fall backwards, into the mass of pillows. "I can't wait... lon longer..."

Seto chuckled softly, releasing Yami's finger from his mouth. "I need to get out of these pants first... hmm?" He ran his hands along Yami's thighs.

Yami nodded shakily, moving to help Seto with his pants, throwing them to one side quickly. "I love having id,\id," he said, smiling sedately. He then reached for Seto again, pulling their bodies mercilessly close, his hands on Seto's thighs now.

Seto groaned softly, kissing Yami fiercely. "Do you need... stretching?" He gasped, grinding himself against Yami.

"I don't care," Yami said, shaking his head. "Just skip it, it's not like I'll die," he said, grinning widely and returning Seto's grinding. He reinitiated the fierce kiss, biting Seto's lip in the process and sucking gently.

Seto moaned again and pulled back slightly, moving into position. Slowly, he pressed into Yami.

Yami gasped, jerking upwards swiftly, tryio geo get Seto to move faster. The pain was absolutely not an issue, because as much as there was pain there was pleasure, his ageless body craving more of this particular kind of contact... and especially from Seto, his mate.

Seto growled, pulling back again and thrusting into Yami hard, starting a fierce, fast rhythm. All his emotions were driving him on to claim his mate, mark him as his, even as he wanted to be claimed.

Yami reached up to bite Seto once more, animalistic instinct taking over as he fairly attacked Seto, arching into each thrust fully. His nails trailed angry patterns down Seto back as he clawed at the smooth skin in desperation, reveling in this feeling once more, after so long.

Seto cried out as Yami bit him, his hands gripping the other's hips tight enough to bruise. His thrusts grew even harder, faster, andreacreached to to grab Yami's arousal in his hand.

Yami could barely hold on, pressing away from the surface of the bed, aligning himself with Seto perfectly, his eyes finally sliding shut, a faint glow still showing through closed lids. He finally ripped himself away from Seto's shoulder, his lips searching out Seto's in the darkness.

Seto captured Yami's lips in a hungry kiss, stroking Yami's arousal with each fierce thrust.

Which finally became too much and Yami climaxed powerfully, fenifening and shuddering alterny ney next to Seto for a moment, his arms looped tightly around Seto's neck.
to fto found his release inside Yami, falling limp on the bed, Yami beneath him. He lay there, panting, for a long moment, holding Yami close.

Yami didn't let go, burying his face against Seto's shoulder, falling quite still against the taller vampire. "It's been a while..." he said, "since I've felt something so good..."

Seto smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Yami's temple. "And this is just the beginning..." he whispered.

"That's the wonderful thing about being immortal," Yami whispered mischievously. "Plus it's very difficult to get tired..." he said suggestively.

Seto chuckled. "Care to show me?" he asked coyly.

"Of course," Yami said, grinning and proceeding to do just that, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was very difficult to grow tired. After quite a while, he finally seemed to settle down, having taken quite a bit from (and of) Seto. "Mm, can't stop, you know... you're addicting," he said, panting slightly. "Perfectly so. And you don't find something like that often..."

Seto purred, nuzzling Yami's neck. After all that sex, he was finally beginning to feel rather worn out. "Aren't you glad you found me, then?" he grinned playfully, panting softly.

"Absolutely," Yami said, his voice low. He was actually beginning to feel a little worn out himself, a rare feeling for sure. "I wouldn't have it any other way. And I won't."

"Mm..." Seto sighed softly, pillowing his head on Yami's chest, brown locks of hair fanning over pale skin. "I don't know what I'm going to do about Mokuba, though..."

"Bring him here..." Yami said, smiling softly at the sight of Seto and running thin fingers through his hair. "So he can stay with you," he added, not leaving much room for argument in the statement.

Seto closed his eyes, purring under Yami's touch. "Do you think I should... tell him?"

"You're here. And, though I'm sure you do like it, you can't go back." Yami shrugged lightly. "Do you think it will change the way he sees you so much? Which will affect him more, you being with me or you being lme?\me?" he asked, one brow raised slightly.

Seto thought it over for a moment and sighed again, this time in relief. "No... no, I don't think it would." He chuckled softly. "He might end up trying to get me to turn him... which I won't... not yet..." He opened his eyes slightly to look at Yami. "He's still a child... I can't think he'd enjoy being a child for eternity..."

Yami nodded. "I suggest you wait," he said gravely. "Children can be impetuous when given this much power." He pulled the thick blankets around their bodies, spooning himself around Seto lightly. "And it is a lot of power," he murmured, licking Seto's injured neck lovingly.

Seto smiled slightly and nodded, arching his neck a little, enjoying Yami's touch. "A whole new world to explore... and with you..."

"Always," Yami said possessively, lapping at Seto like an over sized, over affectionate cat. "Mm, you taste so good," he said softly. Then he grinned. "And we'll be doing some exploring for you soon, I'm pretty sure."

Seto chuckled, enjoying Yami's possessiveness. "Oh? What kind of exploring?" he asked, running his hands down Yami's back.

"You'd be surprised to learn how many of us high society types feed off of each other." Yami grinned. "Not literally, of course." He shrugged. "I simply have some enemies who are more difficult to contend with than lawyers and disgruntled employees.

Seto rolled his eyes. "Ah. *Those* types... hm, the sooner we get Mokuba here the better. I'll feel more comfortable when I know he's safe from being used as bait by your enemies..."

"We won't be so easy to connect to one another," Yami said seriously, obviously pondering something now. "But I do agree. Mokuba should be here, for his sake. If he's with one of us, he'll be safe. You are already... so strong..." he said slowly, leaning over to kiss Seto slowly.

"Mmm..." Seto returned the kiss happily, running a hand down Yami's cheek. "And I'll only grow stronger... and eventually they'll figure out that you and I are mates, love."

"And they won't dare challenge us," Yami said silkily. "Not the two of us, because we're unstoppable together." He grinned, kissing Seto once more and curling up closer to him.

"Mmhmm..." Seto hummed happily, closing his eyes. "'M tired now..." he cracked one eye open. "Does sunlight affect us like the legends say?"

"Only the ones who are once-bit,"i sai said. "You drank my blood as well, so no, you'll be fine." He smiled. "And you won't be so tired as time goes on... because there are much better things to do than sleep, hmm?"

Seto chuckled softly. "Mm, yes, much better things to do..." He sighed softly. "But right now... I think I need a nap..."

"Well, don't be surprised if I'm gone when you get up," Yami said, looking displeased. "Work, of course," he added, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his desk. "And I could pick Mokuba up for you. He can take a day off of school, hm?"

"You'd never get past the guards, love," Seto chuckled softly. "And Mokuba doesn't know you, either... No, I'll pick him up myself later." He took Yami's hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, then rested Yami's hand against his cheek. "I'll be sure to try and see you before I leave, though..." He grinned slightly. "What I'm going to wear when I leave, I don't know... since my shirt isn't exactly in the best condition right now, all bloody and tattered..."

Yami's eyes glowed. "I won't get past the guards?" he asked, looking very ethereal as he sat up, eyes locked with Seto's. "Sounds like a challenge," he said lowly. "I'll go now and get your clothes if you want me to let you pick Mokuba up later." He smirked. "Keep the shirt for the memory. You never know when you'll want to see it again," he said mysteriously.

Seto laughed softly. "I meant you'd never get past them if you actually approached them, as you'd have to in order to get to Mokuba... I'd appreciate you getting my clothes for me, though." He smiled fondly. "And oursourse I'll keep the shirt... this was... a night I wish to treasure."

"I could get to Mokuba without approaching even him," Yami pointed out, still grinning. "I'll be sure to pick out something appropriate," he added, still looking very amused as he stood up languidly, grabbing his button down shirt and slipping it on, covering a nice assortment of bite marks all over his neck and shoulders.

Seto watched Yami get dressed through half-closed eyes, amused. "Aw, not going to let your investors know you have a sex life?" he asked playfully.

"You think they don't think so already?" Yami asked, indicating his evolving wardrobe, which wasn't exactly traditional. Lots of leather. "Except before now they were wrong," he said, shrugging.

Seto chuckled, snuggling down into the pillows. "I should have known you'd be the sort to wear a lot of leather..." He sighed softly, exhaustion beginning to wear on him. "I'll see you before I leave..."

"Of course," Yami said softly, leaning over to kiss Seto's forehead affectionately. "Sleep well," he said softly, moving to his desk gracefully.

Seto sighed softly, drifting off to sleep.