Black Clouds

Beta-d by Shinigami Tenshi, my faithful servant. *salutes you*

My first Yami x Seto...you don't have to like it, but quite frankly, I dont care.......

*waves at readers*

~Black Clouds~

Someone feed the monkey whilst I dig in search of China
White as Dracula as I approach the bottom

“Can I offer you an umbrella?”

That was how it had started. A simple question. I can’t say I wasn’t surprised; in fact I recall staring like a lost little boy whilst he waited for my answer, patience, for once kept remarkably well intact, and I wanted to say yes. My lips were already moving to form the shape of the word, but after realising just who was asking the question my mouth snapped shut again and I remained where I was, sheltered beneath the canopy of the dais, arms folding against my chest with my usual pharaoh’s scowl adorning my features, the same expression reserved for whenever he was around.

It waininining -a fantastic understatement on my part. It was practically torrential to tell the truth and I was already soaked right to the skin, the tearaway hair I was so proud of wilted down to my shoulders, lifeless and matted. The hooded jacket I had on hadn’t served to protect me from anything, and now it was just hot and uncomfortable to wear. I’d have taken if off had it not been freezing cold outside.

The moment my eyes caught sight of him I ordered myself to cease shivering, forcing my arms to drop to my sides instead of clinging around my chest defensively. I’d only intended to stay there for a couple minutes until the rain eased off a little; those couple of minutes turned into a few, which turned into half an hour, which turned into an hour. My own indiscretion reminded me it was my fault I’d been caught in the downpour in the first place and I snorted at nothing and no one, irritated with my own lack of motivation to walk faster. Yuugi was probably already worried and I loathe making him worry. He’s like a doting mother sometimes, not that I don’t adore him but the events that had conspired only two hours previous had gotten to me more than usual.

“Pharaoh?” The prompt snapped me from my trance and I craned my neck to meet his gaze, wanting to take a step back but obstinately refusing to retreat. Only…his gaze wasn’t challenging. Did I see it briefly flicker as my eyes narrowed in spar against his?

Perhaps…

“No,” I said shortly, making absolutely sure my eyes remained locked on his. He didn’t appear troubled by the refusal, but then again, I hadn’t expected him to be. A curious eyebrow was raised and he took a step nearer, further underneath the canopy.

“Why not?” he replied and I took in a breath with the unexpectedness of the advance he made towards me, the suddenness of the gesture compelling me to collapse backwards in a heap on the bench behind. I’d thought I caught him chuckle, and looked up with a scowl to find him staring down at me from an even higher position now, the same fixed and glazed expression concealing a motive I couldn’t quite fathom.

“I’m happy here,” I growled, trying to force him back when I stood. He didn’t move anywhere. “Kaiba. Move.” He stayed in the same position, stiller, if not a cliché, than the cold marble statue I’d been lead to believe he was akin too.

“You’d rather get soaked?” he said with a hint of amusement in the tone. I clenched my fists wrathfully.

“I already am soaked! Another bit of water isn’t going to make a lot of difference!” I retorted, this time physically shoving him backwards. He righted himself immediately, whilst I wandered no more than two feet away, pleased, if not relieved, to no longer be so close. I’d turned my back to him, eyes glaring cautiously to the side, waiting for…something.

“Why are you hiding under here if another bit of water isn’t going to make a lot of difference?” His voice was so calm, so smarmy, that all I wanted to do was wipe that arrogant, conceited smirk off his face. I rounded on him fiercely, not realising until too late that I didn’t actually have an er. er. I was in no mood for him. Was he just bothering me for his own sordid amusement?

“I’m not hiding,” I said finally, taking a breath. He was still clutching an umbrella in his right hand. I remember making a rudimentary reference to The Avengers at the sight, but he ignored it whilst I noticed that he looked immaculate in comparison to what I expected myself to look like; utterly dry except for his shoes and the hem of his trousers, not that I let him see me looking. I had to be sure he knew he was of no concern; therefore I was to have no concern for his appearance aside from one measly little joke which didn’t do what I’d hoped it would anyway. “Is there something you wanted, Kaiba?”

“To offer you a ride home.” I looked up at him incredulously. Was this meant to be a joke?

“I’m not in the mood for your games,” I said, turning to leave. I was tired of his company and suddenly the rain didn’t seem like such a bad thing, but as I strode down the steps and onto the path, I found that no rain hit me. I glared darkly at the black umbrella that was now sheltering me, blacking out an ominously roofed sky, before shifting my gaze back to his. This was just getting aggravating. “Kaiba, what do wan want!?” I all but yelled, feeling water soaking back into my trousers again the moment they touched a puddle even after I’d spent an hour drying off. I tugged at my jacket; clammy and practically welded to my back, dragging the hood up over my hair.

“Who said I wanted anything?” he replied coolly; infuriatingly composed. That smirk was back on his face. My hair would have bristled had it not been clinging to me for dear life. I didn’t dignify his question with an answer and turned on my heals, striding along thow mow muddy, pathway, with high hopes that he wouldn’t follow. No such luck of course. Within an instant he’d fallen into step beside me, the umbrella held just over our heads. It wasn’t as though it was keeping much of the rain at bay anyway, not with our height differences and I growled furiously, speeding my pace in order to lose him, but his step quickened to the speed of mine.

Finding this to be the last straw, knowing that he had no intention of reasoning, I opted for something of a run. The path didn’t even look like it was any longer there, merging the the rest of the surroundings, mud and water, sludge and drowning grass. I didn’t want to turn round to see if he was following. Kaiba Seto didn’t do anything so risqué as running…surely he wouldn’t start now just to continue winding me up.

Then again, I wouldn’t put anything past him. He was full of surprises.

I concentrated on running, feeling that I’d gained quite a bit of distance by now and began to slow. Only I slowed down a little too quickly. And by the time I realised what was happening, my feet were no longer on the ground, my legs were in the air and I was flat on my back in the mud, dazedly wondering what in Ra’s name I’d just done.

With a groan I lifted my head, dragging myself into an awkward sitting position. I couldn’t comprehend how much I wished that hadn’t happened. I was, if at all possible, even more drenched, and to top that off I was now covered practically from head to toe in mud…which I was in fact still sitting in. Not that I actually cared anymore. My main concern was now the sound of plodding footsteps behind me, and the horrifying dread that seized me upon hearing them.

“Well, well, well,” came that malicious, egotistical voice I despised, “fallen from glory, Pharaoh?” I took a breath to steady my frustration, about to compose myself long enough to stagger to my feet when I felt two arms hook under mine, heaving me gracelessly onto my feet. I could tell my cheeks had invented a whole new shade of red.

Utterly mortified, I shrugged him away, didn’t turn to witness his sneering face, didn’t stay to listen to him jeer, and continued walking…slower this time, feeling a sharp pain in my hind that was sure to leave a bruise, but ignoring it as best I could. Could this day get much worse?

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I trudged along the road, hearing my boots squelch with every step. Thankfully the rain had washed off most of the mud plastered to my skin and upon close inspection I’d rid my nails of it, but still, I think if I took on anymore water I’d have become a cloud.

Sighing, I craned my neck to see the sky. Bleak and drear. Damn whatever God was to blame for it.

Only, that wasn’t the end of my bad luck, for just at the moment I was about to bend down so I could retrieve my boots and pour the water out for the third time, a sleek black limo pulled up beside me, a vehicle I knew only too well. This was beyond belief. I thought he’d given up.

I halted in my tracks as a window was wound down, revealing the CEO I’d been expecting to see.

“Now what?” I asked irritably, burying my hands in opposite sleeves to warm them. He rested an arm on the door, watching me from beneath his eyelashes.

“The offer is still there, Pharaoh,” he said in a voice that was a little less…supercilious, than I’d expected it to be. I gave him a perplexed look. I knew he’d seen it. His eyes softened slightly. What was that about? “I’m not going to hurt you, you know Yami.” I frowned suspiciously. The first name basis all of a sudden was…unnerving.

“Like I’d let you, Kaiba,” I snorted quietly, arms curling around me. It was getting colder, the rain heavier and the sky darker. That ride home was suddenly looking much more appealing…and, he was offering after all. Knowing I was going to regret this, I said, “What’s in it for you?” I didn’t like the look he gave me one bit. He pushed open the door and slid back to let me in. I took a step far enough forward to be able to lean inside to examine the interior.

“Doesn’t it bother you that I might get lots of lovely mud all over your precious leather seats?” I said before languidly swinging into a seat opposite my rival.

“Do so and you’ll be cleaning it off with your tongue, Pharaoh,” The temptation to just get back out of the car vanished as the chauffer started up again. I had no intention of diving out of a speeding vehicle. We travelled in silence for quite a while; I diverted my attention to the passing buildings and cars, aware that Kaiba’s gaze frequently left his laptop to glance at me.

“Do you have a problem?!” I snapped, averting my attention to him. His eyes remained on the screen as he spoke.

“No, do you, Pharaoh?”

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

He didn’t reply. He said nothing more. But the looks continued.

“Alright Kaiba, seriously, what is it?!” At that we locked onto one another, me with a frown, and him with that familiar amused expression.

“You have mud smeared across your forehead,” he sniggered, turning down a mirror in the roof for me to see. He angled it towards me and upon seeing said blotch I frantically wiped at it with my sleeve, leaving a red mark in its wake. We returned to silence again. My jacket was making irksome squeaky noises with every move I made. It was even more uncomfortable to wear in a car with air conditioning. I jerked, yanked and pulled at every opportunity to stop it sticking to me, but alas, failed dismally. Apparently it was fond of me. “Why don’t you take that jacket off?” Kaiba asked, and again he was looking at me with a gleam in ice blue, but for once I obeyed. It would have been nice to get rid of the thing at last.

I held the garment in my lap, my interest drawn to a set of buttons on the door beside me. None of them were marked. I couldn’t help but be curious of their purpose, and inconspicuously sliding my hand along the door, I pressed one, jumping when something in the ceiling slid back, to reveal a small black box containing a little drinks carrier packed with two bottles and a single glass.

“I see you’re not one for entertaining,” I said levelly, reaching up to pluck one of the bottles from its resting place. Kaiba snatched the item from me and placed it back, before manually closing the box and sliding the compartment shut.

“Leave the buttons alone,” he said, snapping his laptop closed. My hands fell into my lap again. Why did this journey seem to be lasting so long? As if in answer to my question, the limo came to halt. But we weren’t in front of the Kame Shop like I’d expected us to be. We were in front of the Kaiba mansion…

I frowned at its owner, suspicions embedding even deeper and said, “what--?” after which I was rudely interrupted.

“There’s something I have to do first, and then I’ll take you home,” he interjected, just as the door was opened for him. I remained in my seat, watching him slide out of the door. He paused for a moment to speak. “Are you coming, or are you going to just sit there?”

“Why didn’t you take me home first, and then come and collect whatever you need afterwards? You’re driving away, just in order to drive back again.”

“Would you rather walk home from here?” he said tetchily. I didn’t dispute the fact that I didn’t like the idea of walking from Kaiba’s mansion, and with an inward sigh I followed suit, jogging slightly to keep up with the much taller CEO. Who was I to question the logic of Seto Kaiba?

I noticed for the first time just how much taller than me he actually was- an eight inch difference is pretty substantial when you consider that my head doesn’t even reach his shoulder.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t hold the door open for me. His servants flurried around him in seconds, leaving me feeling rather awkward and incongruous in the grand hallway. I looked down to notice the watery footprints I’d left on the carpet, trying to decipher how expensive it was. In my musings I didn’t notice him swat the attention he was getting away and stride towards me until he was directly opposite, staring at me with an arched eyebrow.

“…like a child in a toy store…”

“What did you say?” I asked.

“I said are you coming, or are you going to stand there with your mouth hanging open like a child in a toy store? I’m not having you wondering around by yourself.” This was getting stranger by the second. “I need something from my office upstairs,” he paused as he began his descent of the stairs, halting a moment to speak to me again, “well come on then!”

Scowling, I followed him, marvelling at the endless corridors and doors. When at last we reached our destination, he brought a key from his pocket, unlocked the door and stepped inside. He closed it behind me. At the time I didn’t see him lock it.

The room was furnished the way I’d presumed it would be; a long polished pine desk in the centre, a state of the art computer upon it and various bits of paperwork all organised, categorised and coded. I snorted in amusement, but if he heard he ignored it. On the other side of the room lay a couch, a similar design engraved into it as the rest of the furniture. I walked towards it and made myself comfortable whilst Kaiba dug around in his desk drawer for something. He’d slipped his trench coat off, and now it hung over the desk chair, leaving me considering how long we were going to be here if he was undressing for the occasion.

It seemed, a a g a good ten minute search, that he’d found whatever it was he was looking for and slipped it into his coat, but he didn’t put it back on. Instead, to my utter surprise, he sauntered towards over and flopped down next to me with one arm slung casually over the back of the chair. I visibly straightened.

“Are you done?” I asked, folding my arms nonchalantly. Of course, that was pretence. I couldn’t let him know how uncomfortable I felt with him so near.

“I’m only just beginning, Yami.” And he swept down on me, pressing his lips against mine. With an unbelievingly loud and awkward whimper I shoved him back, my legs and arms flailing in shock.

“What in Ra’s name are you doing, Kaiba!?” I raged; face red with embarrassment and anger. He smiled predatorily.

“You,” he answered simply. I felt my flush deepen.

“No you are not!” I replied, edging back every time he edged closer.

“Come now, Yami.” Why did he keep saying my name that way? “You’re usually not so shy.” His hand slid over mine and I jerked it away, stumbling up from my sitting position towards the door, only to find it was locked. I turned to castigate him for whatever stupid idea was in his head, but before I could speak he’d got me pinned to the door.

“So what was this, some elaborate plot to get me into your office so you can ravish me?” I asked, evidently annoyed. It certainly wasn’t on my agenda for the day.

“It wasn’t elaborate,” he spoke far too close to my ear, “you were just stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trick. Did you think I’d suddenly decided to be a nicer person…Yami?” He pressed himself against me, and with nowhere else to retreat to, I let him, holding back the noise that echoed in my head.

“Kaiba, let go,” I ordered. He didn’t heed the demand.

I yelped as he slipped a thigh between my legs, lifting it up just far enough to make it uncomfortable. I stood up on tip-toes, keeping my weight off him with every effort.

“Kaiba!” I said, more strained, higher in pitch, “I said let go!”

He claimed my mouth again, tongue pushing past the barrier of my lips to explore inside. Narrowing my eyes evilly, I bit down, calling forth the most delicious cry of pain from his throat as he pulled away. It only succeeded in fuelling his passion. I hadn’t even bitten hard enough to draw blood.

He kissed me again, revelling in the whine that encompassed the action. I endeavoured to free my arms, without success, his tongue plundering my mouth a second time.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked when he pulled away, gasping for air. I was less afraid of him and more afraid of the notion that this whole situation was sending strange sensations straight to my groin, sensations I’d only really felt when sharing a body with Yuugi, and being that he was a teenager his libido was incredible! None-the-less, the only other time I’d actually been…worked up…enough on my own to need to do anything about it was the time I’d wondered into a garden with flowers which gave off a natural aphrodisiac on a school trip Yuugi had requested I attend in his place.

“Don’t act as though you’re not enjoying it. I know you better than you think,” was his reply. His lips trailed moist kisses to my jaw and lower, suckling my neck, leaving a mark with his teeth that I had no doubts would bruise. He lifted the leg between mine higher, so high I was forced off my feet into a position that was more submissive than I’d have liked.

“Stop…” I murmured, “Kaiba…” The protest was lost; he moved away from me, fingers still curled around my wrists; urging me down onto the couch where this had started. Once I’d gotten comfortable his fingers began work on my shirt, urging it up and over my head. Dimly I remember him tossing it across the room, assailing my chest with his teeth before I even knew what was happening. “K-Kaiba--” I tried again, but the rest of the sentence refused to form.

“Shh,” A remarkably gentle reassurance beckoned a surprising amount of comfort into my heart. He dragged his tongue across my skin, hands working to the inside of my thighs, kneading and squeezing, stroking and petting. I jerked slightly as a hand fell to my crotch, repeating the same action only momentarily after which those hands, those demon hands, found the button of my trousers, unfastening it, pushing down the zipper at an agonizingly slow pace.

Every protest had taken a running jump. I’d never done anything like this- or at least anything I could remember. I felt like a blushing virgin all of a sudden. In fact, I was a blushing virgin, a whimpering, moaning virgin. Remind me how this had happened?

He stood abruptly, one hand holding mine. I lingered where I was. My head was spinning. I didn’t want this to happen.

“Up,” he said, tugging my arm. Ice blue had melted in the fire of my own eyes, and I swept into his grasp, stumbling along behind him. A door in the wall slid open to reveal what I presumed was Kaiba’s bedroom. Nervousness enveloped me as soon as I set eyes on the great bed before me, silken sheets drifting over it like cool water, lapping soft bronze carpet as waves against the sand.

He urged me nearer to the bed, pushing me down amongst layers of cool silk. I jumped to feel it against my bare back, but the feeling was soon forgotten with the addition of his lips against mine, continuing a familiar journey down to my neck, this time venturing lower. I 'eeped' in surprise as the wet muscle in his mouth pressed into one of my nipples, at which he laughed, ceasing his actions to lean back and look down at me. He was perched on the edge of the bed, an arm on either side of my head.

"Does that feel good, Pharaoh?" he said, sultry and sweet, my ancient title rolling off his tongue like smooth cream. I nodded sporadically, nerves barely kept at bay, composure lost. His mouth engulfed a brazen nub, suckling it, enflaming it red with need. I made a noise in the back of my throat- who knows what sound it was- and found my hands tangling in the sheets beside my head.

"W-why...is this....?" I tried, stopping when I felt my trousers being tugged from my hips down to my ankles. I rolled onto my side to make him stop for a moment, trying to ask the question I needed to ask before I was lost to the throes of passion, but he proceeded regardless, swallowing my question with lips eagerly pushed to mine. The feel of smooth, nimble fingers gracing my stomach sent a shiver up my spine, playing with the crease of my thigh, teasing me, sending me mad with raw hunger. And then he grasped me in his hand, working up my length and back down, thumb and forefinger squeezing, testing, seeing what would make me moan for him. I twitched beneath his larger form, fingers curled into the sleeve of his shirt, gasping, panting! I could feel something burning in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want it to stop. It raged like wildfire. I could feel it pulse the same time my heart pulsed in my chest. Almost. Almost there.

And he stopped; tire ire dimmed to a weak kindle.

Sitting up, he gripped my arms and lifted me up to sit too. I was too dazed to understand what was happening.

He kissed me then, gently, persuasively, tongue cunningly prying my lips apart. Strong arms curled around me, kng mng me near, and there I melted, letting him dominate. In the passing few seconds, my trousers were torn from around my ankles and thrown carelessly across the room, far into the shadows somewhere. He forced me down again. My mind was groggy, clouded, hungry. I whimpered to feel his lips enclose around me, bucking up into his mouth. My hands gripped his hair, tugging, pulling painfully hard, high pitched whining noises involuntarily escaping me.

I felt two hands enclose around my wrists, persuading me to release his hair. I did so begrudgingly, and was rewarded with a sharp suck to my length that made me keen in agonised delight, my legs twisted in the same way I felt. He swallowed me whole and I screamed, eyes watering with emotions I'd never encountered before, hands fisting in the sheets instead, writhing and twisting, legs so widey cey could go no further. Kaiba's hands kept me still, ignoring my incoherent pleas for him to release me in more ways than one.

"Ra-damnit Kaiba, let go!!!" I screamed, head falling back against the coverlet, doing anything and everything in my power to break his hold. Heled led back, teasing my head with his tongue- a punishment of course- sucking me in like a popsicle, back out and in and out and in; hot breath like fire. "Kaiba! For the love of--" He released me abruptly, sitting back on his knees. I leaned up on my elbows. "Why did you stop?!" I demanded, eyes glazed. He smirked conceitedly, finger patterning my thigh.

"You told me to release you," he said, sitting back, "I released you." He slipped backwards off the bed and I sat up like a shot, eyes watching him like a hawk.

"Y-you...y-you..."I tried, interrupted by a deep chuckle.”Tease! You bastard!"

"Well then," in a moment he was over me, and I fell back into the sheets with the shock, "am I going to get any interruptions? If you're going to complain, I shan't con--" With a growl I grabbed the back of his head, crushing our lips together. I felt him gasp in my mouth and smiled to myself, deciding to have my own fun if he was to have his. My hand meandered down his back, slipping underneath tight jeans to squeeze his rear, earning me a yelp and a thrust of his hips into mine, producing a luscious groan from his mouth that I answered with my own cry, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him nearer. I tensed the muscles in my legs, urging him even closer, the deep throbbing in my groin- now neglected- easing to feel his clothed appendage graze against mine. I was pleased to have the upper hand.

But it wasn't to last. With a growl of malcontent, harmless, but effective he detached my legs from about his waist and parted them wide, grinning down at me, a lion to devour its prey. I didn't like the glint in his eyes...

With a laugh he devoured my length again, slick, wet tongue dancing around the base of my arousal. My head fell back with a groan, the heat from his mouth as he deep throated me, an added sensation that I could barely handle. My manhood felt tight in his mouth, waiting, the pressure building at the base of my spine all the way down to my toes. It felt like he was trying to suck me dry, trying to suck my poor dick right into his mouth (Note to self: *laughs* Now that I'd like to see!) and take in everything with it to leave me spent and exhausted. Only I knew he wouldn’t let it end so soon. Before my thoughts had time to piece together again as he pulled away, my pre-cum dripping from his lips, his genius tongue had ventured to more interesting places, sliding up and down my cleft at an agonising pace before it pushed its way into me, eliciting a manic scream from the fibre of my soul. Another yell ripped from my throat whilst he made love to me with his tongue, my hands clawing for a hold.

As quickly as the feeling had come it was gone, replaced with the sharpness of another object at my entrance, fingering its way inside. I arched, neck twisting in pain, wondering what the hell he was trying to force inside me until the efforts of his tongue, returning to my length, tossed all coherency to the back of oblivion. The pain was less obtrusive, even with the addition of something else inside me which I guessed were Kaiba's fingers, feeling the tugging as he scissored me, stretching, accustoming me to the sensation.

Just as the pain began to lessen, he brushed something inside me that literally made my eyes water with the shock of it all, my whole lower body involuntarily flinging itself into the air and forwards towards the wonderful extremities that had allowed such pleasure to occur. "Kaiba!!" I screamed, no longer with any option but to give in to him, "damnit, please do something!"

"Oh, don’t worry," Kaiba replied smarmily, delicious mouth leaving its prize to suckle on my abused nipples, red-sore with arousal. He laid his head upon my chest, delighting in the sound of it hammering against my ribs. "I'll do something alright." I didn't find that funny; though he found it hysterical, leaning over me to slide open a bed-side table draw, producing from it a small bottle of lotion.

"I don't want a massage--" I began, aggravated, only to have him cut me off with a squeeze to my sensitive manhood. I yelped in surprised pleasure. "Stop doing things like that you asshole!" I asserted, glaring at him to make my point. He leaned down, nibbling at my neck, unscrewing the cap of the bottle with his other hand. I really had no clue what he intended to do with it, but he calmed my tattered nerves with the way his thumb brushed against my cheek, looking into my eyes with cool sapphire to freeze scorching crimson as, with the other hand, he undid the button of his trousers, unzipping them to free his throbbing dick. He sat away from me long enough to rid himself of his trousers and boxers, returning with lust and passion in his eyes that made me realise just how hungry for me he was.

As he coated himself with the lotion, the distinct smell of strawberries and apples lingering in the air, I finally discovered what he had planned. Once again he settled between my legs again, sliding a pillow underneath my lower back before he placed one of my legs over his shoulder, the other one automatically curling around his slim waist. He kissed me softly, temptingly and whispered, "This is going to hurt." He didn't give me chance to mull that thought over and slid into me, inch by glorious inch, only stopping once he'd filled me to his hilt. My mouth was open in an 'o,' head pressed back against the bed, catching my breath. It hurt. It fucking hurt. Like being ripped in two from the inside out.

But it was worth it. Incredible!

"How're you doing?" Kaiba murmured by my ear, tongue ghosting across the shell. I gave him a weary smile, prompting him to proceed and with a deliberately slow pace he withdrew until only his head remained inside me, sliding his way back in with the same amount of care. It continued this way for a few minutes more, but it simply wasn't enough. I was groaning, writhing beneath him, whining and purring as he stroked my hard cock languidly, grinning down at me, thrusts a little more aggressive, a little more desperate.

I squeaked at one point, blushing bright red, muscles fraught with tension and the relentless, overwhelming necessity to release before the tears in the corners of each eye gave away my emotions.

“Scream for me!” Kaiba hissed harshly, pace increasing without my recollection. And I did scream, loudly, thrusting back against him with vigour, matching his strength but unable to maintain the battle against the pleasurable onslaught, falling back into the sheets to simply let him take over, fingernails clawing his back, raking reddish-pink rivers down smooth skin. He hissed in response, responding with more force, pounding into me, hand on my length tearing up and down at a phenomenal pace.

I was so, so close.

Then again, so was he.

And then with a hoarse cry I came, arching and thrashing, whimpering, trembling! He followed suit, orgasm soundless but by no means, not without enjoyment. The look on his face, pure rapture, ecstasy, the feeling of utter completion flashed over every feature and contour and then he collapsed atop me, breathing heavy, ragged, torn like our voices.

Moments passed.

Silence.

Just breathing.

Covered in sweat and release and saliva. Wet, shivering now in the coldness of the room. I wanted to curl up, frozen to the bone suddenly, wondering if Kaiba had fallen asleep. My question was answered when he stirred, head lifting to blearily look at me, a comforting hand stroking my cheek. He smiled a genuine smile for once, silvery cerulean dimmed in the soft light. I didn’t return the gesture, fearful of the connotations.

“I…I don’t understand….” I murmured honestly, letting him fumble into bed, dragging the sheets over us both. What was I doing there anyway?

“You don’t need to,” he replied cryptically, nuzzling my neck. I felt warmth spread throughout me and wanted to smile.

“But you hate me…we’re rivals.”

“So.” The response cut me dead.

“…..I….tell me why….”

“Because I’m lonely,” he said softly, obviously beginning to drift into sleep. “Just like you…”

~ Owari ~