Possession

First things First: Hello everyone. This fic is a sequel to Rivals With Benefits, and Lust Longing and a Videotape. So, here’s the scoop, writing that fic, Rivals, was a very interesting experiment, the story took on a life of its own. I was so jaded by the time I was done I figured I could never write another Seto/Yami fic again. But being me, when I ended that story I left a lot of unanswered questions… perhaps subconsciously forcing myself to answer them in a sequel. And one day while at work, the idea came to me. So, here’s the deal: 1) Although I have a few plot bunnies, this will be my last Seto/Yami fic for a while, I just need to recuperate a little. I’m not sure how long this break will be, but I guess we’ll see. 2) This story will not be violent and brutal like the last fic. When rereading it to write this story I gave myself chills, I have no idea where Rivals came from, I’m still looking for the answer to that one. But I digress, I’m not claiming this will be a fluffy, “I’ve always loved you, Yami” story. But it won’t be a “Die a thousand deaths, Seto” story either. There is a happy medium… Anyway, please review… ^_^


Disclaimer: No, I still don’t own Yugioh. Damn… Watch out for the yaoi lemons, the bad language and the plot… hahaha… just kidding.

Summary: It has almost been a year since Seto Kaiba and Yami began their rivals with benefits situation with each other. By now, the entire Yugi-tachi knows about the situation and other outside parties are growing suspicious. Seto’s decision to go public about his sexuality causes a media frenzy that has half of Japan wondering if there is any truth to the rumors that he has a boyfriend. Meanwhile, Yami finds himself plagued with flashbacks of his past life, and becomes worried that Seto and his situation in the present will end horrifically based on what he learns from his recovered memories. As their “anniversary” approaches a lot of questions are raised: What is the difference between what they have and a relationship? And how much longer can this situation last without things getting out of hand again?


Chapter 1: Shut Up

You throw a glass straight at my head
Swear up and down you want me dead
I guess love is in the air tonight
You bite my neck, I pull your hair
Next thing we know, no underwear
Now why can't we just
Turn out the light, forget how to fight
Cuz we got tonight

Cuz
When we take our clothes off
Don't you know the world stops
When we touch, when we kiss
When we shut up for a moment
We are minded by the one thing
You on me or nothing
When we touch, when we kiss,
When we shut up…

…Don't say anything at all

~Shut Up
Nick Lachey

Yugi bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen to find his boyfriend’s yami, Bakura, sitting at the table and drinking tomato juice. Yugi made a face, a little perplexed. Since Bakura and Ryou had come to stay with them while Yugi’s grandfather vacationed in Egypt for the month the former tomb robber hadn’t gotten up earlier than noon.

Which was why it was quite the shock to see Bakura up and at them at 8am.

“What’s gotten you up this early, Kura?” the tri-colored haired teen asked, innocently.

“Can’t I be awake? Is that suddenly a crime?” Bakura hissed.

“I was just wondering, that’s all.” Yugi thought about it for a moment. Then it occurred to him. “It’s Friday, you have that breakfast date with Malik Ishtar this morning.” Bakura rolled his eyes. “Ryou and I think it’s the cutest thing we’ve ever seen.”

Bakura scoffed. Yugi’s smile only broadened. “You really like him a lot don’t you?” Bakura made a face. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Ryou told me last night that Joey overheard Malik talking to Duke about it.” Bakura tried to look uninterested but his eyes betrayed him. “Well, if you don’t want to know I won’t tell you.”

“Spit it out, and stop trying to be cute.” Yugi quirked an eyebrow like Yami often did.

“Well, I guess I can tell you since you asked so politely.” Yugi took a seat at the counter and gave Bakura his most serious look. “Malik was saying how cute you were when you get angry and violent and how sexy your hair is.”

“He said that about me?” Yugi nodded. “If you’re lying you’re going to end up in the shadow realm.”

“I’m serious. Malik’s quite fond of you, Kura.” Bakura made another face.. Yugi smiled. He was definitely happy that Bakura and Malik had rediscovered each other. Malik had returned to Egypt to be with his sister at the end of last summer, a little less than a year ago. Bakura didn’t seem to notice nor care, but as it got closer to being summertime again it was clear Bakura was anticipating the blond haired Egyptian’s return.

In fact, Bakura had accompanied Yugi and Yami when they went to meet Malik at the airport. Since the moment Malik stepped off the plane it seemed Bakura could do nothing but find himself with Malik. Even when Ryou told his yami that he wanted to stay with Yugi while his grandfather was gone, Bakura had mysteriously agreed to come along. And on further thought, it occurred to Ryou, Yugi, and Yami that Bakura would agree because Yugi lived closer to Malik than Ryou did.

Actually, all of the gang had paired off. Joey was happy with Duke. Tristan was with Joey’s sister, Serenity. Yugi and Ryou had been together for what seemed like forever. The only one who was still single was Yami.

Well, sort of.


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Someone has to be out of their Ra-damned mind….it’s too early to be making phone calls… Yami pulled a pillow over his head. Stop ringing… The phone didn’t listen. Yami grumbled and fumbled around his end table and found his cell phone and opened it. Heads are going to roll for this…

He cleared his throat. “Hello, Dragon.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Seto was going to pay. Yami hung up the phone and put his head back on the pillow. Stupid, Seto Kaiba and his crap.

The phone rang again. Yami took a deep breath. Ra give me strength…

“Hello, Dragon.”

“Let’s try this again, Yami…”

“No.” Yami hung up the phone again. He narrowed his eyes at the offending device and dared it to ring again. It did. He picked up for the third time. “WHAT!”

“Good morning, Baby.” Yami could tell in Seto’s voice that he was trying to be as polite and friendly as possible. Yami swallowed and decided to talk, especially since he was now wide awake.

“Good morning to you to, Dragon.”

“I’m back from Tokyo.” Yami’s heart jumped. “I got back late last night.”

“You weren’t supposed to be back until Monday.”

“Change in plans.” Seto could tell his surprise had gotten his uke’s attention.

Yami sat up and got comfortable, propped up on the pillows. “What’s going on, Seto?”

“Well, I’ll put it to you this way, if your name were “work” I’d be doing you on my desk right now.” Yami smirked.

“Couldn’t you do me on your desk anyway?”

“That could be arranged.” Yami could hear the smile in Seto’s voice. “I missed you.”

“Me too, Sexy. How was Tokyo?”

“Miserable. I went to conferences for a good thirty hours over the past three days.”

“It’s been a rough few of days for me too. It’s been three days since I last got to taste my Dragon’s sperm.”

Seto laughed. “You’ve been deprived.”

“Very.”

“Well, maybe you can come over and we can do lunch. I wouldn’t want to keep my baby hungry.”

“I am hungry, Seto.”

“We can’t have my little cum slut starving, can we?” Yami smiled. “And I can only imagine how tight you’ve gotten without your dragon inside of you for so long.”

Yami could feel the familiar bubbles rise up in his stomach. Seto was already getting his motor running. “Cum Slut needs his dragon…Seto…when can we have lunch?”

“When you get that sexy little ass of yours over here.”

“In that case I’ll be there shortly.”

“Good.”

“Do you need it bad, Seto?”

“Only as bad as you do.” Yami smiled. “Um, I can hear you moaning already…”

“Dragon….um…I want you in me…”

“Are you coming?”

“Practically…”

“Get up, get dressed, and get over to Kaiba Corp. Now.”

“Oh shut up, don’t tell me what to do.”

“Well stop fucking around and get going, Yami.”

“Don’t fucking curse at me.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m so sick of your bullshit, Seto.”

“MY bullshit? Come over here and we’ll see about bullshit.”

“That supposed to be a threat, Dragon?”

“It’s a promise, you little slut.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too, Yami…fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…”

“You stupid, bitch, I’m so done with you.”

“And I’ve had just about enough of you…it’s clear you need to be put back in your place.”

“You sure talk a whole lot of shit, Seto…wait, hold on…someone’s calling me..”

“YAMI!” Yami glanced at the direction of his door. Ryou was calling him. “Yami, breakfast.”

“Coming!” Yami called. He yawned before putting the phone back up to his ear. “Sorry about that, Dragon.”

“Breakfast?” Seto asked simply.

“Yeah. Where were we, what was I saying?”

“Something about me being a stupid bitch.”

“Oh, yeah, I was saying you talk a lot of shit. But anyway, I have to go before Yugi and Ryou get mad.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll eat, take a quick shower and be over.”

“Sounds good.” Seto smiled. “Baby, will you bring the choker?”

“The cum slut one?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“I got you something from Tokyo, Yami.” Yami smiled. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Is it some exotic looking sex toy, Dragon?”

“You have to wait and see, Baby.”

“YAMI! Don’t make me come up there!” Ryou called again.

“I have to go. Love you, Dragon.”

“Just get over here, now.” Yami hung up the phone with a smile and got up. He took a page from the Yugi playbook and bounced down the stairs.

“Sorry, I was on the phone,” Yami explained as he sat at the table.

“Was it Kaiba?” Ryou asked, handing Yami an omelet. Yami nodded. “How’s he doing in Tokyo?”

“He’s home.” Yugi and Ryou exchanged a look.

“What time are you going to meet him?” Yugi asked knowingly. It had almost been a year since this had begun. Yami and Seto just couldn’t get enough of each other. “Are you going to go see him after you shower?”

“Yes, Little One.”

“You missed him a lot, didn’t you?” Ryou asked, sprinkling hot sauce on his egg.

“I guess so.”

“Of course you did, you’ve been moping around here since he left. What are you going to do if he has to go to America?” Yugi asked.

“Seto said he’d bring me with him if I wanted to go.” Ryou and Yugi exchanged another look. “There’s no guarantee that he’s going to America, of course.” Yami glanced at the two hikaris and frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s been a year, Yami. When the hell is he going to just get it over with and ask you out?” Ryou asked. Yugi shot his boyfriend a look.

“Ryou, Yami and Seto are happy with things being the way they are. Besides, Seto can’t just fall into a relationship. He has obligations to Kaiba Corp.”

“But Yami and Kaiba are practically a couple as it is.”

“If Yami wanted things to change he’d talk to Seto about it.” Yugi gave his darker half a look. “Right, Yami?”

Yami nodded. “I’m going to go take a shower.” He stood up abruptly. Ryou and Yugi watched as the teen headed back up the stairs.

“Ryou, I think you upset him,” Yugi said, clearing Yami’s plate.

“I just worry about him, Honey. Why doesn’t Yami talk to Seto about it? You can’t tell me Yami’s not in love with him. You see how hung up he is over him.”

“I know Seto loves him too, but I don’t know if either of them are ready for that. I know they’re committed to each other, and care, but their relationship still has a toxic element to it.”


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“You can head right in, Yami,” Seto’s secretary instructed him. Yami opened the doors and walked into Seto’s office. The CEO was yelling at someone on the phone. Yami rolled his eyes. His dragon wasn’t happy unless he was upset with someone. Usually, these days Seto saved all his anger for him. Yami smirked.

Seto spotted his lover and smiled. “Get it fixed, or get another job. You have until four.” Seto hung up the phone and his smile grew. “Come here, Baby.”

Yami walked over to him casually, he didn’t want Seto to think he was desperate for him. “How much did you miss me, Dragon?”

“A lot. Here…” Seto opened his arms and Yami crawled onto his lap. They kissed passionately, both trying to fight for dominance. Yami finally gave in. He’d let his Dragon have his little fun for now. “Um…Yami…”

“I’m hungry, Sexy,” Yami started, his finger entering Seto’s mouth. “I want you…now.” Seto made a face. “What?”

“Baby, I can’t right now. I just got these contracts I have to look over and…”

“NO. I got up, and got dressed, and I expect results. Now.”

“Yami, trust me, I want you right now too, but I can’t. Come back in two hours.”

“NO. I didn’t come all the way over here to be denied. I certainly didn’t come over here to say hi and welcome you back to Domino.”

“Fuck you, Yami.” Seto dumped the spirit off his lap. “Go home and play with a vibrator.”

“You damn prick, I’m so sick of your crap. If I leave this office, don’t expect me to come back.”

“I don’t give two shits, Slut.”

“Fine, then you can go fuck yourself.”

“I’ll probably have a better time doing that than fucking your bony ass.” Yami narrowed his eyes and picked up a blue eyes paperweight. He launched it at Seto who ducked out of the way as the heavy object crashed into the wall and shattered instantly.

Seto stood up at that and Yami took a step back. He had done it now.

“You’re going to pay for that, Pharaoh.” Yami continued stepping back until he hit a wall, Seto walked over to him, a glower on his face. “You think you can just waltz in here and I’m supposed to fuck you because you’re horny?”

“Seto…I didn’t mean to…”

“That almost hit me, you fucker.”

“Dragon…I…” Yami yelped as Seto’s hands were at his waist. He unbuttoned his pants and then yanked them down roughly. “Dragon…”

“You just keep provoking me, you obviously want me to hurt you. Don’t you?”

“Seto…oh Ra…” Seto leaned down and enveloped Yami’s length with his wet mouth. Yami growled as Seto’s exaggerated movements sent chills up his body. “Seto… Dragon… please… don’t stop…” Seto smirked as he continued his tongue torture. He could feel Yami’s penis swell against his tonsils as he took more of the appendage into his mouth and down his throat.

Yami began thrusting into Seto’s hot moisture, so Seto held his hips firmly in place. Seto increased the speed and Yami whimpered, his hands fisting into the brunet’s hair. “So close…please…finish me off…” Seto took Yami closer to the edge…he was going to explode into his mouth at any second… “I’m going to come…I’m going to…”

Yami screamed as Seto moved his mouth away. “SETO!” Seto chuckled and got off his knees. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Something the matter, Baby?”

“YES!” Yami pointed to his throbbing arousal. “Why did you stop?”

“Well, I would have finished up, but it occurred to me that I should probably clean up that glass that used to be my paperweight. Before someone gets hurt.”

Yami’s crimson eyes flickered violently. What made this situation so trying was that Yami found himself turned on by his anger. Seto made his blood boil, and his erection pulsed painfully because of it.

Not caring, Yami grabbed himself in his hand and started beating off. “I hate you, Seto.”

“Not nearly as much as I hate you.” Seto maintained eye contact as Yami took himself closer to his climax. “Get out before I have security remove you. I have no time to entertain sluts.”

“Fuck you.” Yami moaned, he was close. His head fell back.

“Did I give you permission to come?”

“Prick!” Seto slammed Yami into the wall. “Oh Ra…Seto…” One of the CEO’s hands braced against the wall. Seto moved Yami’s hand out of the way and took over with his other hand.

“This is mine, Yami…” he hissed, as he drew out Yami’s pleasure. “I’ll tell you what you can do to it, and when.” His hand worked against Yami’s meat…hard.

“Go to hell…fuck…Dragon…I’m so close…” Seto kissed him brutally, Yami moaning into the kiss.

“When we’re finished here, I want your clothes back on and I want you to take that tight ass of yours home. When I’m free to fuck you I’ll let you know.” Yami groaned loudly. Seto kissed his neck, nipping at the skin. “You only come when I say you can…do you understand me?”

“Dragon…please…”

“Tell me you understand, Yami or I’m going to make you wear a cock ring for the rest of the day as a reminder.” Yami shuddered, Seto had done that to him before…it was a day he never wanted to happen again. “Well?”

“I won’t come until you let me, Dragon…” Yami screamed. “I’ll be a good cum slut from now on…I promise..”

“You better, Yami, or I’m going to get the riding crop and punish you.” Yami groaned Seto’s name. It had been over a week since his dragon had punished him properly…he needed to be punished bad. “You can come now…” Seto breathed huskily. Yami released into Seto’s hand. His body shutt.
.

As much as Yami liked dominating Seto during their sex play, nothing got his blood going more than Seto tying him to a coffee table and fucking him senseless. Yami was more willing to give in to Seto now. In fact, Yami submitted to Seto twice as much as Seto submitted to him. It was certainly a change from a year ago, where both teens were fighting for control. Yami still put up a fight, but Seto didn’t end up with a bloodied lip and kicks to his stomach in the process.

Yami’s thoughts stopped as he watched his dragon put his fingers in his mouth, one by one, and suck them clean. Yami could feel himself getting turned on again.

“We had a deal, Baby. Now go. I have work to finish.” Yami shot Seto a cold stare but said nothing. He pulled up his pants and redid them, although he knew that if Seto didn’t stop sucking on himself like that he was going to explode again.

“I’ll come later,” Yami said with a smirk and turned to leave the office. Seto watched Yami’s hips swing back and forth as he retreated and he groaned. He was hard as a brick and there wasn’t much he could do about it.


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Seto was reading over his prepared statement for his publicist. He had given her the go ahead, and she was supposed to hold a press conference on Monday. The CEO was trying to figure out if he liked the way he had worded it when he heard his fax machine start to ring. He peeked over and wondered who in creation could be faxing him. If this is more contracts someone’s getting fired today. I’m gone for three days and this place falls apart. I’m so sick of this.

He stood up and looked at the document that began printing out. What the hell is this? It was some kind of weird distorted image. It was hard to tell what it was. I’m in no mood for this shit, if someone’s playing games with me they’re going to… Seto frowned as the second page printed out.

Hello Dragon

Yami? What was he doing faxing him? And where was he faxing him from? The game shop? And what was that weird picture he had sent him initially.

Page three came out. Again it was that same weird image. Seto stared at it. What in the world was this?

Out came page four:

I want you Dragon

Then page five was another distorted image. Only this image looked sort of familiar. Seto turned the page to the side. What the…was this…no…there was no way this was a picture of…

Page five printed out and interrupted Seto’s thoughts.

Look how hard I am Dragon

OH GODS.

These were pictures of Yami’s dick. It looked like the former pharaoh had copied his penis in a copying machine. Then faxed them…. Wait a second…

Seto looked back to the first picture, he turned the paper over. This was copied on discarded Kaiba Corp. company letterhead.

He’s still in the building… An image of Yami walking around one of the copy rooms without pants on and making obscene copies entered the CEO’s mind. Oh gods, Baby.. He could feel the pre-cum pooling at the tip of his very erect cock.

A sixth page printed out. Seto swallowed hard and read the latest note:

Are you coming Dragon

There was a double meaning in that. Seto grabbed the faxes and threw them in his desk drawer and then he ran out of his office. “Something the matter, Sir?” his secretary asked him.

“Hold my calls and push my appoints back one hour.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Seto dialed Yami’s cell phone but got his voicemail. Where the hell was he? He was somewhere in the building. His mind told him to go back in his office and finish his work. His penis was saying something entirely different. Besides, Yami would have to be dealt with for using company property like this.

Seto took off down the hall and wondered where the spirit could be. There were probably a good four copy rooms per floor. He could be anywhere.

No, Yami couldn’t be anywhere. Security would have asked him what he was doing walking around. He had to be close by. He got to the first copy room and smirked. “Out of order, hum?” Seto asked himself, as he read the sign. “Cute.” He jiggled the handle and wasn’t surprised to find the door locked.

He took out his key and unlocked the door. Yami was sitting on top of the copy machine, without pants on.

Seto locked the door behind himself and approached.

“That didn’t take you very long at all. I’m so glad I get to fuck a genius.”

“You will be punished for this, Yami,” Seto mentioned smoothly as he started removing his dress pants with a smile. “You just broke about 12 company policies with your little stunt.”

“You can’t fire me, Seto. I don’t work for you,” Yami mused as he lifted his shirt over his head, leaving just his cum slut choker on.

“Of course you work for me. You’re my whore.”

“Well, come treat me like one, Bitch.” Seto laughed, before he attacked. His mouth was on a nipple as his hands ran up and down the spirit’s chest. “MMMMMMMMMMM….Dragon….”

“That’s right, you’re a whole lot of talk until you push me too far…” Seto paid homage to the adjacent nipple with nips and sucks, Yami digging his hands into the fabric of Seto’s shirt to relieve some of the pressure.

“Fuck me, punish me.”

“I don’t have my toys with me to punish you correctly. I will fuck you though.” Seto yanked Yami off the copier and into his arms. Yami smirked and began removing Seto’s shirt.

“You know what, Dragon…you know what I fantasized about the other day, while you were away?”

“This?” Seto asked as he grabbed lube from his pants pocket. Yami’s back was against the wall and he was panting as he watched his dragon stalk towards him.

“I was sucking on a cream-sicle, Dragon….I thought I’d practice some new tongue movemenhilehile you were gone…”

“Spread your legs, baby…” Yami did, and watched as Seto opened the bottle of lotion and started wetting his fingers with the contents. “Go on, you were sucking on a cream-sicle…”

“Well, I started imagining all the things you could do with a cream-sicle, Dragon…you know how much fun we have with ice cream…”

“We sure do, Yami…” Yami moaned as Seto slid a finger inside of him. He braced himself against Seto as a second slippery digit entered him. “So what were you fantasizing about…did you imagine me coating your cock with it?”

“Better, Dragon…” Yami clutched Seto’s shoulder as Seto began stretching him. “I imagined what it would feel like if you stuck it inside of me…” Seto moaned as Yami bit his neck, marking him. “Could you imagine, Seto…I’m on all fours as you push that frozen thing in and out of me?”

“Gods, Baby…”

Yami kissed him and continued. “As I continued thinking about it became so real to me…I was on the floor, on all fours…that orange flavored top coat started melting inside my tight asshole. ..” Seto picked Yami up and Yami wrapped his legs around Seto’s hips. “And as you continued fucking me with it…” Seto pressed his cock at Yami’s puckered entrance. “All that icy cold cream began running down my thighs…” Yami grabbed his erection and started pumping it. “It was one sticky…dirty…mess…Seto…”

Yami screamed as Seto thrust into him with a firm, continuous stroke. “What happened then?” Seto breathed as he waited for Yami to adjust to the intrusion.

“You kept fucking me with that cream-sicle until there was nothing left but the stick…” Seto couldn’t wait any longer and started moving, pulling himself out only to press back in, sending Yami into the wall. “Then, Dragon…” Yami panted, as he wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck, “then you replaced the stick with your…oh Ra…harder, Dragon…you replaced it with…shit…your big fat dick.”

Seto groaned and increased the pace. Each thrust pushing Yami against the wall roughly.

“Fuck…Yami…fuck, fuck, fuck…” Seto accented each word with an erratic stroke.

“You kept fucking me, Dragon…your cock kept fucking me until I was raw inside…” Seto changed positions and Yami groaned. Yami began stroking himself faster. “I begged you to punish me for making a mess of myself…you told me that I was a naughty cum slut…”

“Shit…Yami…I’m so fucking close…”

“You squeezed my penis hard, practically forcing the come out of me…I released all over the floor, some of it hit the front of my thighs.” Yami groaned, as he felt himself near the end …his prostate had been desecrated by Seto’s brutality. “Then you came…filling me with your own cream…and there was so much…so much of it, it leaked out of my ass…”

“YAAAAAAAAAAMI…” Seto growled as he came. Yami came a moment after, his body trembling. Seto dropped Yami to his feet and walked over to the fax machine to catch his breath, leaning over the device and panting.

Yami slinked onto the floor, his head against the wall, his breathing a ragged sympathy of sounds. “You think anyone heard that, Dragon?” he asked, cockily.

“You’re in for it, Yami…a melting cream-sicle is going to be the least of your worries.” Seto shook his head to clear it. He picked up his pants and underwear. “You’re going to be on crutches when I’m through with you.”

Yami stood up and rolled his eyes. “So much talk, Seto…you’re so full of it.”

“With all due, respect, Yami, I’m not the one who just got filled up in a copy room.”

“Shut up, Prick.”

“Blow me, Slut.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you, get the fuck out of here.”

“Don’t fucking curse at me!”

“I’ll curse whenever the fuck I want to.” Yami pushed Seto, Seto pushed him back.

“Asshole.”

“Cum Slut.”

“Dick.”

“Whore.”

Yami pressed against, Seto. Seto leaned down and kissed him. “I love you, Baby…” Seto whispered, stroking Yami’s cheek.

“Oh fuck off.” Yami said, with an eye roll. Seto narrowed his eyes and Yami smiled. “What time should I come by for you to administer my punishment?”

“Make it seven
“S
“Should I eat first?”

“I’ll feed you.” Yami smiled, and hugged him. “If I don’t take care of my whores, who will.”

“You are a bastard.”

“But I’m your bastard.”

Yami arched his eyebrow. “That you are, Bitch, that you are.”


Author’s Endnotes: Not a very long first chapter, but I think it gives you an idea of what’s to come. Haha, I made a funny… Anyway, I already have half of chapter 2 written, Seto’s publicist gets the okay to announce Seto’s sexuality, and the results are something no one expected. And Yami has his first flashback. Well, tell me what you think. Don’t worry, things get smuttier and more angsty as this story develops. You can enjoy a little preview of chapter 2 while I go off to write some more of Beauty:


“Release for me, Pharaoh….release for your high priest….”


Yami jumped and landed on the floor with a thud. He rubbed his head and groaned. This wasn’t the first time he had relieved his past life in dreams. But it as the first time he had been having sex in these flashbacks.

And he certainly hadn’t expected to be having sex with Seth.

From what he did remember of Seth, his high priest didn’t like him very much. In fact, he despised him. And even if Seth and him were lovers thousands of years ago…as far as he knew, things between them got very bad towards the end. Was this really a memory, or was it some weird wet dream?

And if it was really a memory why was he remembering this now? Had Seto triggered this?