Late Night Visitor

This is my first even remotely
lemon, and my first YGO. Please be kind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Seto Kaiba
closed the door to his bedroom, shutting out the noise created by Mokuba and
his guests. “Don’t they ever rest?” Slipping of his shoes and jacket the CEO
picked up his laptop and sat on his bed, back against the headboard. He failed
to notice the golden pyramid that lay on a couch across the room.

Half an hour later, the CEO pinched
the bridge of his nose letting out a sigh. He set the laptop aside and looked
up at the top of his bed. His reflection looked back at him. The only thing
more ridiculous than the fact that someone invented a bed like this is that
Mokuba bought me one for Christmas. Slightly disturbed by the mirror Kaiba
returned his gaze to the room; it landed on the door. Why did Mokuba invite
them? He knows that I hate Yugi and that alter-ego of his, what’s his
name...Yami?

Kaiba felt something brush against
his cheek. His hand shot to the spot, but felt nothing. Huffing at his idiocy
Kaiba slid down his bed and lay flat. What would be touching me anyways?
That damn ‘Pharaoh’ business is really making me jumpy. If they expect me to
believe that ridiculous nonsense they are sadly mistaken. They were barely
able to convince me that Yami is another person. He closed his eyes, arms
folded above his head. The duelist felt a disembodied something trailed down
his side, gently caressing his hip before continuing down his leg. He shot up
and looked around. Nothing was out of place, no visible clue was present. He
leaned back on his elbow, the other hand messaging his
forehead. What is wrong with me? “I need to get some sleep.”

The bed shifted, as though someone
had gotten on. He felt another set of hips straddling his own. His arm was
pulled out from under him, causing him to fall flat on the bed. class=SpellE>Seto’s arms were forced above his head, and he watched as a
belt appeared out of thin air. The teen fought against his invisible assailant.

“Shh, I
don’t think that you’re going to be getting much sleep tonight, Kaiba.” Kaiba
shivered at the way this voice said his name, he recognized the melodic sound,
but could not place it. The belt was looped through an opening in his
headboard. He attempted to pull free, but his fight proved futile and his hands
were bound. Seto opened his mouth to yell, to Mokuba, to Yugi, even to the dog.
He didn’t want them to see him like this, but he chose safety over pride.
However, the choice was taken from him as another mouth crashed down on his.
Disembodied hands played over his prone form, unbuttoning his shirt, and
loosening his belt. His eyes had closed when the belt had locked around his
wrists; he moaned against his assailant’s mouth and opened his eyes.

He was momentarily disoriented; he
had expected to see his own orbs reflected in the mirror’s surface, instead he
saw a form laid over his own. The figure wore blue pants and a matching jacket,
multi-colored hair sticking out at odd angles. Yugi?
No… The body was too tall, thin, and strong to be the young Mutou. It’s
not Yugi, it’s… “Yami”.

The spirit had pulled slightly away
from the CEO when he had stopped mid tongue-battle. At the sound of his name
the Pharaoh’s head turned to where Kaiba was looking. Yami smirked into the
mirror, and then turned back around.

Seeing the smirk, Kaiba’s eyes
narrowed, he searched the air in front of him for the Pharaoh. Even though he
could not see the spirit’s face he thrust his head up, capturing Yami’s lips.
He heard a gasp from the one above him and then a chuckle as his belt came off.

“No objections then?” Yami’s tongue
slipped momentarily into the teen’s ear.

“Shut up geezer.” Another chuckle
escaped the Pharaoh’s throat as he undid the button and zipper of Kaiba’s
pants. The CEO looked up again, watching Yami remove his pants, and boxers. The
spirit’s hand grazed Kaiba’s bare abdomen; the taller boy gasped. The hand
slipped further down, between his legs, the CEO fought
the urge to thrust against the hand, but lost the battle. Another melodic
chuckle reached the teen’s ears.

“First time?”

“You chuckle again and I’ll show
you a first…” A sharp intake of breath left his sentence unfinished as Yami’s
mouth closed around him. The Pharaoh set a slow pace that Kaiba found
pleasurably agonizing. He felt something build slowly, he was close to
something. What, he had no clue, but there was something just out of his reach.
Kaiba then did something that he had never done before, he begged. “Please,
faster.” He tried to thrust his hips to speed his partner up, but found that
Yami was holding them down. The Pharaoh, however, did oblige him and sent Kaiba
over the edge.

“YAMI!”

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Kaiba class=GramE>lay, hands unbound, next to the great Pharaoh. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>And now I know why he is called great.
He looked up at the mirror, reassuring himself of his invisible partner’s
presence. Yami wrapped an arm around the brunette’s waist.

“Bastard,” Kaiba teased. class=GramE>“Taking advantage of a poor innocent virgin.”

“Innocent my ass.
You could have stopped me if you wanted.” Kaiba snuggled closer to his lover’s
warmth. He glanced up at the mirror again.

“Yami.”
The spirit was quickly falling asleep.

“class=SpellE>Hm?”

“Remind me to thank Mokuba.”

“class=SpellE>Hm.”

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Draco