Overexposed

Title: Overexposed

Author: Shakster (Shakster@patmedia.net)

Pairing: Seto/Yami

Rating: NC-17…but somehow I don’t think that’s a big surprise.

Disclaimer: I don’t own nada… damn it. The song included here, “My Funny Valentine” was written by Lorenz Hart…so nope, since that’s not my name, I don’t own that either.

Warnings and Spoilers: None…unless you’re afraid of lemons. And I confess, there’s some fluff in this story…but it’s Valentine’s Day…so I thought fluff was in order. Can’t have Yami and Seto mentally torturing each other all the time.

Summary: Yami’s employment at Snappy Snapshots has never been a dream job. Between the cranky children, the screaming customers and the long hours Yami’s at his wits end. And to add to his headaches all his fellow coworkers request the night off to celebrate Valentine’s Day with their significant others, only reminding Yami how miserable his life’s been lately. But when Mokuba comes in to drop off film at the one-hour photo desk Yami’s night takes an unexpected turn.

Author’s Notes: The song lyrics I included fit sooo sooo perfectly. I love this song and almost all the great legends from Frank Sinatra, to Nat King Cole, to Billie Holiday have a version of it. I quite enjoyed the plot to this…what bit of a plot I actually wrote.


Dedications: This is an extra special ficcie for my lovely wives, CVE and Keysha. This is a little surprise for CVE, since I bounce all my plots off of her first and managed not to tell her about this idea. I love you both. Hey, you know what they say…chicks before dicks. Except when you’re reading and writing yaoi smut. Hehehe…


My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's Day




”You can say no, Yami. I mean it, you don’t have to agree. I hate to do this to you.” Honda fidgeted with his tie, clearly uncomfortable with the article of clothing wrapped around his neck.

“I told you ten times, it’s perfectly fine. No one else is coming in here tonight. I’ll just read the rest of my manga and close up the shop. You have a date, there’s no need for both of us to sit here and suffer tonight.” Yami smiled warmly. “It’s fine.”

“I still feel guilty.”

“You already brought the chocolates and the flowers and all that good stuff. Why let them go to waste. Now get out of here before you’re late, Honda.” Honda lifted his eyebrow. “I insist.”

“Well, if you really insist.” Honda stood up straighter. “Do I look alright?”

Yami nodded firmly, then leaned over the desk. “Your tie’s a bit twisted up.” Yami worked on the tie, rewrapping it and pulling it firmly. “Perfect. Very handsome.” Honda grinned sheepishly. “Have a great night.”

“Thanks a million, Yami. I really appreciate this…honest. And I mean it, if you want me to cover your shift on Saturday I’m here, no questions asked.”

“I told you, that’s not necessary. You have a good night.”

“You too, Yami. Thanks again.” Honda grinned, then patted Yami on the shoulder and headed out of the shop.

Yami waited for the familiar sound of the bell over the door to ring before he slumped back on his stool and pulled out his half eaten box of chocolates and manga. It was going to be a long night. He had two hours before he could close the store, and then probably another twenty minutes of cleanup afterwards.

Honda and him had straightened up the shop, Yami picking up a million minute fragments of animal crackers all over the carpet in the children’s photo studio by hand when the vacuum cleaner decided to go on strike and stop working. And of course there was the clumsy man earlier who had knocked over a display of black and white film and sent what had to be hundreds of boxes of film flying all over the store.

And if one more guest came in the store tonight asking him why they were out of the free disposable cameras advertised in their flyer he was going to unravel a roll of film and strangle himself with it. Didn’t they understand the phrase “while supplies last”? Well their supplies had barely lasted three hours, and it wasn’t his fault Snappy Snapshots hadn’t ordered 4 gross like originally planned.

It was a free cheap ass camera if you upgraded your photo package to Super Snappy Premium, which gave you your pictures in every possible conceivable size, including enough wallets to fill your needs for the rest of your life. The package was overpriced and unnecessary, and getting a stupid free disposable camera wasn’t worth it. But now they were out of the cameras, and the customers were complaining. Though it was hardly anything to bitch at him about.

He did love it when they asked to see a manager and he smiled politely and explained he was the manager on duty. He wasn’t an assistant manager, but he was shift leader, so it was his job to close up the shop if the assistants were off.

How the mighty had fallen.

From pharaoh of a mighty empire to shift manager at Snappy Snapshots in the Sakura Street Plaza. There was a joke in there somewhere, Yami just wasn’t sure what that joke was.

Honda had gotten him the job five months ago. Yugi and him had moved out of the game shop, Yugi wanting to be out on his own now that he was in college. Yami moving with him had just made logical sense, but Yami began feeling guilty about not pulling his weight, especially since he now had his own body and therefore consumed his own food.

So he had found employment, which had been an adventure in itself, certainly more frustrating than half the adventures they endured while Yugi was still in high school and they were trekking around the world dueling rivals. It wasn’t as if he could exactly put down pharaoh of Egypt on his resumé.

Honda had been nice enough to pull some strings and before he knew it his weekends were filled with screaming infants who refused to have their pictures taken, complaining adults who acted like children because their photographs didn’t come out, and photo processing machines that were as temperamental as a person with a hormone imbalance.

Today had been a long, miserable day. He hated working, but at least he had Honda. They had grown a lot closer, especially now that Yugi and Jounouchi had gotten together. Honda was a comfort and made the long hours bearable. And he had kind of liked the idea of just him and Honda closing up the shop tonight, and maybe going to a café or catching a late movie afterwards while Yami avoided going back to his apartment.

Yugi and Jou had a date tonight, like everyone else did. It was St. Valentine’s Day after all. So that was to be expected. He knew Yugi and Jou would want their privacy, so he had all intentions of coming home quite late to compensate. And since he didn’t have any plans he had been willing to close tonight since so many of his coworkers wanted the night off.

He was supposed to have Honda with him. Two bachelors. They were going to maybe take goofy pictures of themselves with the digital cameras and read manga and eat chocolates and enjoy each other’s company. But then Honda had betrayed him and found a date. He was happy for him of course. But now he was alone, and spending the rest of one of the most romantic nights in the world alone wasn’t a very entertaining prospect.

He hadn’t really thought about Valentine’s Day; only putting on red leather pants this morning because Yugi had insisted Yami wear something to mark the occasion. But now being single meant something because now he wasn’t just single, he was single and lonely. This was getting to be quite depressing. He longed for the days Anzu had a schoolgirl crush on him. Though he had never been interested in her at least if she still felt that way he wouldn’t feel so much like a…loser.

Why did they even have a celebration like this one? Sure it was great when you had someone, but when you didn’t… Yami closed his manga. He wasn’t paying any attention to the pictures or the words. It wasn’t any use, he had gotten himself into a funk. He did have his Duel Monsters Quarterly in his locker in the break room. But he wasn’t really interested in reading that either.

Yami took a bite of one of the remaining chocolates in the box Yugi had given him and made a face. He wasn’t a big fan of coconuts. He spit the candy out into his hand and threw it in the trash. He could try getting the vacuum cleaner to work again so he could finish straightening the store up. Too bad he couldn’t just mind crush the sucker and call it a wrap.

He was bored and depressed, a miserable combination of emotions. It wasn’t likely he’d be getting any more guests in tonight. The portrait studios were both closed now. And everyone who had photos to pick up today had come in already. Unless someone had the inkling some time tonight to buy some film he was spending the rest of the evening by himself, wallowing in misery.

He had never really thought about love. He had always been too busy with solving the world’s problems to think about something so trite. But the glory days were over. Life had a funny way of working out. Priorities changed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even wanted to duel. Sure he did it ever so often recreationally. But now he was settling into life as a young twenty something in the modern world.

Their friendship circle had expanded. They had all found new friends, new experiences. Yami had settled into the strange wonders of modern life, driving, talking on his cell phone. It no longer fascinated him like it once had. Yugi didn’t need him anymore. Yugi had always been strong, and now he was older, and he had Jou to protect him the way he once had.

Yugi was still his aibou, and he still loved him, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t bitter about the way things were. Yugi and him were still closer than most people were. And it wasn’t like Yami didn’t have other friends. He never had any trouble getting along with people. But tonight made him realize that perhaps there was something else missing from his life.

If he wasn’t here to protect Yugi anymore than why was he still here? Yugi had promised he’d find someone. But Yami wasn’t even sure what kind of someone he wanted to find. When he was still in Egypt in ancient times he had had feelings for a few courtesans and maybe an adviser or too, but he was pharaoh so “dating” wasn’t really practical.

And you always had to wonder what people really thought of you. If they cared for you, or if they cared for you out of obligation to pleasing their king.

At least now that he was a regular citizen no one had any reason to lie about their feelings towards him. That was part of the reason he stayed here. It was a second chance to live life as normal as possible and not as a god on Earth.

It was strange, ever so often he’d meet someone that looked like he or she could be someone from his past. And of course there were the people that really were from his past, reborn. Like Kaiba Seto. Kaiba had been a pain in his side in both eras, though he always managed to pull through at the last moment, like a relief pitcher.

Since graduation the CEO had expanded his empire, cornering most of the Duel Monster market. Kaiba Lands were all over the world now, he had novelty shops and computer software, and even owned the expansion baseball team the Domino City Duelists. He had been quite busy, and it was interesting to cross paths with him every once in a while.

Actually Yami had run into the blue-eyed duelist and his brother just over two weeks ago at the mall. Seto was still himself, guarded, easily annoyed, smug though he had matured in many ways. He hadn’t brought up the subject of dueling at all, which was a marked difference. He seemed almost sort of interested as Yami explained how Jou and Yugi were together, how Yugi and him were living on their own. He told him about Anzu being away at an elite dance academy. How Honda and him were working at Snappy Snapshots.

Seto had listened, nodded imperceptibly ever so often. He didn’t ask any questions, but seemed to be taking mental notes just the same. When Seto did offer information about his exploits since last time they saw each other he didn’t come off quite as arrogant as he had in the past. The conversation had been pleasant. They had even ended up talking for a good thirty minutes. The longest, civil conversation they had ever had.

There was a good possibility they would have spoken for longer, but Seto’s phone had rang and he had to go. Mokuba had offered a goodbye for the both of them and they had been on their way.

Seto had looked good. He was still a bit too skinny, but he looked well. He hadn’t smiled, but his expression hadn’t been cold, but rather contemplative. He seemed to be keeping some juicy secret as he listened to Yami talk about his life. Or maybe Yami was just imagining all this.

Strange how he had thought about Seto a lot since that chance meeting. Despite all the rivalry he had always had a great respect for Seto, at least when he wasn’t being a prick. And certainly Seto was rather attractive. Yami had always quite enjoyed his high priest’s sharp features, and Kaiba Seto was an equally gorgeous facsimile. Was he dwelling on this now because he was alone on Valentine’s Day or because he was actually a bit interested in the CEO or a little of both?

It didn’t much matter, Yami did have his pride, and even if Seto had changed in four years he was quite sure not enough had changed to warrant pursuing him. Seto was a ghost from his past, and relationships were hard enough to maintain without the added pressures of arrogance and self-involvement to contend with.

It was just a strange feeling. Running into someone unseen in so long. Recounting memories in one’s head fondly. Those rare instances when Seto thought of someone other than himself or Mokuba and leant a helping hand. Seto hated getting involved with Yami and his friends’ problems but he stepped in when it mattered, and that showed character.

And taking care of Mokuba, even turning down prospective parents at the orphanage so he wouldn’t abandon his brother. He hadn’t known a lot about Seto’s secret past while in high school, it wasn’t until more recently that he got the full story. Not that he had ever thought Seto was all bad. He had his moments, yes, that was certain.

Yami was startled when the bell over the door rang. He hadn’t been paying any attention, drawing doodles all over the box of chocolates with a felt tip marker. He quickly hid the chocolates and the comic away and sat up straight.

He hated the set up of the store, he couldn’t see who had entered the shop until they got almost right at the desk. Any kind of robber or hoodlum could come in without Yami being any the wiser until it was far too late.

“Hey, Yami.” Yami smiled at the familiar face. “I wasn’t sure if you were working tonight or not.” Mokuba grinned. “I was hoping you were.”

“Mokuba, it’s nice to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Came to drop off some film. I have some pictures I have to get developed tonight. I know you guys stop one-hour photo at 7:30 but I got over here as quickly as I could.”

Yami glanced at the clock. It was only 7:45. The store didn’t close until 9pm. And since it was completely empty in the store tonight he didn’t see why he couldn’t develop them for him. At least it would give him something to do.

“It’s no problem. They’ll be ready by 8:50 or so. Just make sure you get back here before 9.”

“You close at nine, alright.” Mokuba nodded, then grabbed an envelope and wrote his last name on it.

“Only your name, you don’t have to fill out the rest of the envelope.”

“Okay.” Mokuba smiled again and put the roll of film in the envelope and sealed it, then ripped off the extra flap and put the receipt in his pocket. “Slow tonight, huh?”

“Dead.” Yami shook his head. “But it’s given me a chance to catch up on some manga, so I can’t really complain.”

“Can’t be all that fun working on Valentine’s Day though.”

“Well, if I weren’t single I guess it wouldn’t be fun. But it’s not a big deal. I don’t mind too much,” Yami lied. He was dying here, this holiday was killing him softly.

And to think he’d have to waste time after work so he wouldn’t interrupt whatever Yugi and Jou were doing at the apartment. All the cafés would probably still be filled with blissful lovers. And bad enough going to the movies alone was a bit depressing, tonight’s late shows would be filled with rows and rows of happy couples, snuggling and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears.

Maybe he’d drive around for a few hours after work.

Yeah, like that wasn’t even more depressing. He did that and he’d wind up driving off the side of the road in misery. This feeling was just awful. It wasn’t just tonight, though tonight it was far worse than normal. What had been the highlights of his life in the last few months?

Associate of the month in December.
Jounochi’s birthday at the end of January.
Running into the CEO of Kaiba Corp at the mall.
Getting an email from Otogi yesterday.

Yep, things were really going great.

“So you didn’t have any plans for Valentine’s Day at all?” Mokuba asked. Yami snapped out of it and shook his head. “A popular guy like you?”

“My friends all had dates and the like. So there was no one to make plans with. What about you?”

“I went out to an early dinner with my girlfriend. But we have school tomorrow so Seto and her parents didn’t want us out too late, actually I just dropped her off in the limo before coming here.”

Even Mokuba had had plans. And a girlfriend. Though that wasn’t that surprising. The fifteen year old was quite popular and had grown into an attractive teenager. It was really wrong of him to be envious of Mokuba’s high school romance.

“Where did you guys go?”

“That French restaurant over by the municipal complex. You know the one?”

“Yes. Anzu’s parents had a wedding anniversary party there, we were all invited. It’s very nice there.”

“Mika liked it, I was glad.”

“What did you get her?”

“An engraved locket. I actually took the picture with my digital camera three days ago and Seto helped me do some special effects and stuff on his desktop. It turned out really great.”

“What did she get you?”

“This.” Mokuba showed Yami the watch on his wrist. Yami didn’t claim to know a lot about timepieces, but this one certainly looked expensive. Mokuba sensed Yami’s thoughts.

“Mika’s father is the president of National Trust bank. It just turned out that she’s also well off, but that never much mattered to me. Seto’s happy about it, her dad and him get along pretty well. Seto says her family sponsors a lot of projects in the community, including one to renovate the orphanage we were at before we got adopted. And Mika’s really pretty too. And she’s smart, she even beat Seto at chess once. And she’s really funny.”

“That’s really wonderful, Mokuba.” Mokuba smiled at Yami’s smile. “You sound very happy.”

“I am.” Mokuba checked his new watch. “I better be going. Seto’s gonna kill me, I haven’t done any of my calculus homework yet and I don’t want him to get into one of his pissy fits.”

“Seto’s home tonight?” Had that question actually come from him? Why had he asked that?

Mokuba’s smile broadened. “Yeah, he’s home. Not like Seto ever has plans on Valentine’s Day. But I doubt my brother’s lack of a social life is any surprise to you, Yami.”

“Still too involved with work?”

“Yes. And he hates commercialized holidays anyway. I made him promise to devote more time to a personal life and less to work. I won’t be around forever. I’d like to know he was happy without me.”

“That’s understandable. I think Yugi worries about me the same way. Especially now that he’s with Jounouchi. I think he feels guilty for getting with him. As if he’s abandoning me.”

“It’s not like you’d have any problems meeting someone though, Yami. My brother’s so damn stubborn, and full of pride.”

“He just has to meet someone capable of putting up with his personality. I’m sure non-emotions are attractive to some people.” Mokuba smirked. The raven-haired teenager studied Yami for a moment. “If Insector Haga can find someone there’s hope for all of us.”

“Yes, when Seto and I heard he had proposed to some girl we were quite surprised. I think we all thought he’d end up with his dinosaur loving sidekick.” Yami nodded. “Last time I saw him he was quite happy.”

“Yeah. He seems pretty happy.”

“Maybe there is hope for my brother after all.” Mokuba and Yami met eyes. “Well, it is late. I do have to go.”

“Alright.” Mokuba turned to leave then looked back at him.

He chewed on the corner of his lip. “What will happen to the pictures if they’re not picked up by nine?”

“Well, procedure dictates that I put them into the unclaimed photo bin.”

“So you’re going to close the store at exactly nine?”

“I’d like to, yes. I’ll probably be here for another fifteen minutes closing everything up, the cash registers that sort of thing. If you came after nine and knocked on the door I’d let you in, Mokuba. The look on your face says these pictures are pretty important to you.”

“I just really…well, they won’t mean much after tonight that’s all.” Mokuba fingered the envelope subconsciously. “I probably should have come by earlier.”

“What’s on these pictures that’s so important?”

“It’s nothing really,” Mokuba answered a bit too quickly.

“They’re not of you or Seto naked are they?” Yami asked, secretly hoping Seto was laid out on his bed naked in at least one of the photos.

“No, no, nothing that perverse.” Mokuba blushed. “Well, have a good night. Have a nice, Valentine’s Day. What’s left of it.”

“You too.” Mokuba smiled and then headed back out the way he came leaving Yami alone once again.

Yami set everything up and decided to start getting the shop cleaned up so he could leave as soon as the store closed. The pictures were processing anyway, and since there was still no other customers entering the shop it would give him something to do.

Yami turned on the radio, then began wiping down the countertops with a cloth.

“You’re listening to Hot Pop 88, your official number one music station playing a perfect blend of all your favorite chart topping hits. I’m DJ Petrone and we’re nearing the end of our 100 greatest love songs countdown honoring St. Valentine’s Day.”

Yami rolled his eyes. The gods were laughing at him. That was clear.

“That last song was Sidestep Connection with their classic, “Never Want To Be Without You” from their debut CD. Number 12 comes from super group Negative Factor. Here’s the trio with their smash hit, “Alone Tonight Because You’re Not Here”. Only on the new Hot Pop 88.”

Yami groaned. Maybe listening to the radio wasn’t such a good idea. The last thing he needed to listen to was an achy heartbreak song tonight. This song was so depressing Yami had burned it on a mix CD he made called “Songs To Slit Your Wrist To.”

Vacuum cleaner. He’d forget all about his loneliness and fix the blasted thing once and for all. Yami pulled the offending thing out of the maintenance closet and pulled it out on the floor, in case someone did happen to come into the shop, which he doubted.

He crouched down and began playing with it trying to find out if there was a clog, and if so where the damned clog was. It wasn’t long before Yami unblocked the hose, at the expense of getting dust and debris all over his pants.

Not only were the gods laughing at him, they had apparently singled him out to entertain themselves with like he was a comedian in some heavenly comedy club.

Yami went back to see if everything was finished with the pictures at a quarter to nine. As he expected they were all developed and ready to be put into an envelope.

Yami was always afraid of looking through someone’s finished prints, especially when they were doing one-hour photo processing and the person would be back shortly to pick up their pictures. He didn’t know how he’d react to customers after looking through their embarrassing photos.

And the stakes were always higher when it was someone he knew personally. No, he didn’t see Mokuba all that often, but if there were some inappropriate pictures among the bunch Yami wasn’t prepared to face him when the youth came back in just a bit.

However the temptation to look through them was overwhelming.

Especially given the strange way Mokuba acted when Yami teased him about naked photos. Seeing a glimpse of Mokuba’s older brother even if he wasn’t in a compromising position was beginning to outweigh the voice inside of him telling him not to look.

Yami sighed. It was ten to nine. Mokuba would be back in moments. Either he was looking through the pictures or he wasn’t. But he had to decide, because the last thing he wanted was to be caught in the act of fumbling through them.

Yami took a breath and decided he was looking. He had had a bad night, that wasn’t anywhere close to being over. Even if he left the shop at 9:15 it would still be much too early to go back to the apartment, Yugi and Jou would probably only just be coming back from dinner. If he was going to spend more of the night in solitude without any sort of gratification he’d probably snap.

The first photo was of a single red rose. The second picture was also of a single red rose. Yami compared the first two pictures. It looked like a different rose, though a rose in any other picture was still a rose as far as Yami was concerned. Ten more pictures of roses followed the first two. The thirteenth picture showed the dozen roses previously photographed sitting in a vase.

The fourteenth photo was of a box of chocolates, shaped in the shape of a heart, clearly intended for Valentine’s Day. The fifteenth was a photo of a Teddy Bear in an adorable little bear tuxedo. The sixteenth picture featured “XOXO” drawn into the snow. Number seventeen was a magazine cover with Cupid on the front.

Photo number eighteen was a bowl of multi colored heart-shaped candies with little love messages etched on them. Nineteen had a Valentine’s Day Card, standing up and partly opened. Twenty was of two puppies liking each other’s faces. The twenty-first photograph was of a calendar with Valentine’s Day circled on it. The twenty-second was of a rock garden, three pebbles were sitting in the sand evenly spaced from each other, forming a horizontal line. It looked like an ellipse.

The last two photos were of blank pieces of paper. Written in neat, concise handwriting was the simple request: “Be Mine.”

Yami looked through the pictures twice more before catching himself. He glanced at the clock, it was now two minutes before nine. Yami put the prints in the envelope and sealed it up.

So Mokuba was a romantic. Well, that was nothing to be embarrassed about. The world could use more Mokuba’s that was for certain. Yami made sure everything else was cleaned up so that once Mokuba came to pick up the photos he could leave shortly after him.

When Mokuba didn’t return five minutes after nine Yami locked the door. He turned off the radio so he could keep a listen out for a knock on the door as he swept the floor. By the time he finished sweeping, dusting the camera fixtures, turning off the machines and the display models and putting away the broom and the vacuum it was nine twenty.

Not a trace of Mokuba.

He had said these pictures wouldn’t mean anything after tonight. They did have a decidedly Valentine’s Day feel to them, though Mokuba could always save them for White Day in March. Another chance for Yami to be miserable and alone. White Day wasn’t a huge holiday like Valentine’s Day was, and even though there were a lot of couples who celebrated it most of the people he knew just exchanged gifts with their significant others on Valentine’s Day to get it over with.

Maybe Seto hadn’t let Mokuba come back to retrieve the photos because he had to finish his homework. That was a very big possibility. In any case, it was getting late, and there was no use standing around the shop waiting. He picked up the photos and was just about to put them in the unclaimed bin when a spark of inspiration came to him.

What if Mokuba really wanted these pictures to give to his girlfriend tomorrow? Or maybe he was going to sneak and see her again tonight. Yami was certainly not doing anything, and since he was currently exiled, or as he called it sexiled from the apartment he had time to kill anyway. Why not stop by the Kaiba mansion and drop the envelope off?

It was a marvelous idea.

If he couldn’t be happy tonight maybe he could bring happiness to someone else. Besides he felt a bit guilty about looking through the pictures in the first place. Liking his idea more and more Yami grabbed his leather jacket and did one last final check before locking up the store for the night and getting into his car.

Yami arrived at the mansion a little after nine thirty. He pulled up to the gate and rolled down his window. “Hello. Anyone home? Hello.”

The speaker crackled once before he got a response. “Kaiba Estate can I help you?” the voice asked.

“Yes, my name’s Yami. I’m a friend of Mokuba’s. He came to Snappy Snapshots tonight to drop of some pictures and he didn’t come pick them up so I came by to drop them off. He said that he needed them tonight.”

“You’re not on the list,” the voice explained simply.

“No, I’m not on the list. He didn’t know I was coming. It’ll only take a minute. I’ll just give them him the photos and be on my way.”

“One moment please.” The speaker system cut off and Yami waited. He supposed Mokuba and Seto didn’t want just any old person showing up to the house. Ten minutes past. Yami made a face. Not like he had anything better to do, but how long did it take for someone to ask Mokuba to confirm his story? Besides, this was a pretty stupid thing to lie about.

“Mater Kaiba will see you,” the voice finally answered him. The gates opened and Yami drove up the long winding driveway. When he put the car in park a man rushed over to him.

“Good evening sir. I’ll take your car and park it for you.”

“I don’t think that’s really necessary I’m only going to stay for a few moments.”

“No, please Sir. Master Kaiba insists.” Yami shrugged and got out the car, grabbing the photo envelope as he did. The man got into the car, made the proper adjustments, since Yami was shorter than most and took off.

The door to the mansion was being held open by another man. Yami had this feeling this was a bad idea. He looked a mess. He had gotten to Snappy Snapshots at 1:30 and had spent the whole day at work. And it didn’t help that he was now filthy with grim from the troublesome vacuum cleaner.

“Good evening, Sir. May I take your coat?”

“No, I wasn’t going to stay that long, I just wanted to drop these pictures off. I don’t want to bother him, I’m sure he’s busy.”

“You may be more comfortable without the coat on, Sir.” Yami gave the man a look. It was the perfect temperature in the house. And this place was huge, by the time he got to Mokuba’s room it could be an hour from now. And he didn’t want to look rude walking around the house with his coat on.

Yami slipped it off his shoulders and tried to straighten himself up. He did a glance in the foyer’s mirror fixing a few hairs out of place and trying to dust off what was left of the mess on his pants.

“Right this way, Sir. Master Kaiba will meet you in the study.” Yami smirked to himself. The study. He was definitely underdressed. This house was like a museum, and wearing anything short of a full tuxedo seemed inappropriate.

They followed the winding labyrinth of rooms, Yami memorizing as he went in case Mokuba neglected to walk him to the door and he had to find his own way out. He had only been here maybe twice. And both times he had been sharing a body with Yugi so it hadn’t really been the same.

“Good evening, Sir.” The butler did a bow.

“Thanks.” Yami walked into the room. It had to be the size of Yugi and his apartment. It was clear Mokuba wasn’t here yet so Yami walked over to the antique globe and fingered it gingerly.

The world was so big. The one for him could be anywhere. What if he never found him or her? What if he was alone for good? Yami sighed.

Maybe he could ask Mokuba to use his computer so he could look up movie times. At least in a darkened movie theatre he could lose himself watching someone else’s problems and not worry so much about his.

Yami studied the desk, and the firm leather chair. This room was cozy despite it’s size. A fireplace was the focal point of the room, a lavish leather couch sitting in front of it, basking in the soft light of the dancing flames.

Mokuba didn’t come for another five minutes so Yami decided to have a seat. He walked over to the couch and sat down, the picture envelope sitting undisturbed on his lap. It was another two minutes or so after that that he heard approaching footsteps.

He stood up instinctively, startled when not Mokuba but his older brother walked into the room. Yami watched silently as Seto came towards him.

His senses went into overdrive.

He could smell the sweet seducing scent of the CEO as he approached, the way it wafted in the air and drew closer with each step the brunet took. His eyes outshone the fire’s blaze, fixing onto Yami and holding him in place. He wore a form fitting royal blue ribbed sweater shirt, teasing at what lie beneath the cotton. The black slacks also fit like a glove, finding a perfect balance between tight and baggy. Seto moved with refined elegance, each single movement calculated, practiced, yet executed with ease.

“You must be wondering why I’m here,” Yami started, surprised at how his voice echoed around the room’s high ceilings. “I didn’t mean to come over like this unannounced and so late. I didn’t want to disturb anyone.”

Seto’s eyes remained on the shorter man as he spoke. “The members of this household don’t go to bed at ten to ten. No one has been disturbed.”

“I just wanted to come by about these pictures Mokuba dropped off earlier tonight.” Yami held the envelope up. “He seemed a bit anxious about them.”

“Mokuba hasn’t exactly been himself recently,” Seto remarked, looking off to the side. “He didn’t have permission to drop the film off at the photo shop in the first place.”

“That why the pictures weren’t picked up then?” Seto’s eyes focused back onto his counterpart. He was being nosy now. Yami cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean any harm by coming over here tonight. I don’t want him to get in trouble over this.”

“Mokuba will be dealt with accordingly. He would have been dealt with regardless of you stopping here tonight. Though this does change things a little bit.” Seto looked away and walked back towards his desk. “If Mokuba were watching me he’d scold me about my manners. Did you want anything? Something to drink maybe.”

“You don’t have to go through any trouble for me.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it were troubling.” Seto didn’t look at him as he settled himself over by a mini bar. “I’m fixing myself something to drink anyway.”

“Well, I guess I’ll have water then.” Yami didn’t know why he was still at the house. It didn’t look like Mokuba was coming down to see him. Maybe Seto had even grounded him for not getting right home after his date tonight. That was mostly his fault. He had continued making conversation with the teenager even though he had mentioned he had to be going. He didn’t want Mokuba to be punished. Maybe Yami could put in a good word for Mokuba and shift the blame on himself.

“Here you go,” Seto offered.

“Thanks.” Yami smiled. Seto took a sip of his red wine and looked away. “I guess Mokuba’s busy upstairs, doing his homework.”

“He finished his homework forty minutes ago.” Seto walked over to the couch and sat down. Yami made a face at Seto’s rudeness but walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite end.

“Mokuba mentioned to me he had calculus to do. I talked the kid’s ear off at the photo store. If he was late for curfew that was my fault.”

“No, Mokuba wasn’t late for curfew. He disobeyed me by going to Snappy Snapshots in the first place.” Seto took another long sip of his wine. “He openly defied me. I was quite angry with him when he got home and he told me he dropped the film off.”

“They’re only pictures. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” Seto opened his mouth like he was going to say something but then went back to sipping on his wine. “He told me that after tonight the pictures wouldn’t mean much.” Seto gave Yami a look, something seemed to flicker in the CEO’s eyes, but otherwise Seto let out no hints as to what he was thinking. “Anyway, that’s why I came over here. He’s right, the pictures really don’t mean much after tonight.”

“So you looked through them.” It wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact. It wasn’t accusatory but Yami still looked away, taking a nervous sip from his glass. Seto kept his eyes locked on the other man sitting on his couch but didn’t say another word.

“I just shuffled through them so I could check for irregularities. The machines have a tendency to be temperamental.”

Seto seemed to weigh Yami’s statement. “I see.”

“I think it’s romantic. Not what I was expecting at all.”

“You must have taken a good look at the pictures if you’ve formed an opinion about them,” Seto decided.

“It wasn’t trying to be nosy, I was just…”

“Checking for irregularities.” Yami nodded. Seto took a long sip of his wine as Yami watched. This conversation was going quite strangely. And the way Kaiba Seto was looking at him was becoming almost uncomfortable. Almost as if his eyes were boring into him. Yami couldn’t move a muscle without Seto tracking every single minute movement.

“Listen, Kaiba, it’s getting late. I’m sure I’ve probably interrupted one of your plots to take over the world. I don’t want to bother you anymore.”

“I’m not bothered.” Yami could feel his heart do a triple-beat. Why had he said that? And why had he said that like that? And why had Yami been so affected by Seto saying that like that? “I’m not holding you here, you can leave on your own free will, I just thought since you came all the way over here with the photos you wanted to discuss this.”

“I just wanted to make sure Mokuba didn’t get into any trouble over this.” Seto lifted his eyebrow. “Personally I think the pictures were very sweet. He shouldn’t be punished for going to Snappy Snapshots to get them developed.”

“So you did like them then.”

“Yes. I did. That’s why I came over here tonight.”

“I see.” Yami made a face. This conversation was going nowhere, what exactly were they talking about here? Seto took another long sip of his wine until he finished the glass.

“Thirsty much?” Yami inquired smirking at the display. Seto didn’t answer and put the glass on an end table.

“I think we’ve both had enough small talk. It’s your move, I’m interested in knowing what you think should happen next.”

“Happen next?”

“I’ll admit I was quite surprised when Mokuba told me you were here. It was the last thing I was expecting. Perhaps I did underestimate his intuition.”

“I think I’m missing something. What are you talking about?”

“This was entirely Mokuba’s mind in action. His execution. I told him not to go through with this ridiculous idea and he did it anyway. But I suppose none of that matters. You’re here now.”

“Well, like I said, I came here to drop off the pictures.” Seto narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re still angry at him over coming to Snappy Snapshots tonight.”

“You’re here to drop off the pictures,” Seto repeated, his eyes still narrowed, the blue burning with an unreadable emotion.

“Of course that’s why I’m here, why else would I have come? Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about for the last ten minutes? Mokuba didn’t come to pick up his photos before I closed the shop so I came here to drop them off for him.”

Seto stood up. “You’re right, it’s late and I have more important things to do then entertain you for the rest of the evening.”

Yami shivered, Seto had gone completely cold just then. “I thought you said you wanted to discuss this? Now you’re kicking me out?”

“This conversation is over.”

Yami put down his glass and narrowed his eyes. “What the hell, Kaiba, are you having a bipolar moment or something? One minute you were being polite and considerate and now you’re back to your cold arrogant self. All over Mokuba’s pictures.”

“They’re not Mokuba’s pictures.” Ice blue eyes locked on flaming crimson. “I trust you can see yourself out.” Seto turned on his heel and left the study without another word.

Yami swallowed.

He had definitely missed something. This entire incident made not a bit of sense. Yami ran over the pieces in his mind, trying to understand what the Hell had happened.

Mokuba had come by and dropped off a roll of film. He had come by after his date with his girlfriend and had mentioned he had to get home before Seto got in a pissy mood at him. Mokuba hadn’t come back to retrieve the pictures, though he made a big deal about the pictures being picked up before Yami left for the night. He even seemed to perk up when Yami told him he wouldn’t be living the shop until fifteen to twenty minutes later and would let Mokuba in even if he didn’t get to the shop by nine.

It took at least ten minutes for Yami to be allowed onto the grounds, and it seemed Mokuba had mentioned to Seto that he had arrived. Seto mentioned that he was angry Mokuba defied him by going to the photo store, that it had been all Mokuba’s idea, and then got mad that Yami dropped off the pictures. And the last piece that didn’t fit was that they weren’t even Mokuba’s pictures in the first place.

Actually there were a lot of little pieces that didn’t fit. Why was it that Mokuba came by to drop off film in the first place when Mokuba mentioned he had a digital camera? And why would Mokuba get the pictures developed after he had given his girlfriend her Valentine’s Day present?

And then Seto had told him that Mokuba’s homework was finished. Finished in more than enough time for Mokuba to have gotten back to the photo store and pick up the pictures. And of course Mokuba had asked what would happen to the pictures if they weren’t picked up by nine…

Yami froze.

Picked up by nine.

When Mokuba had left for the night he had told Yami to have a good night and a happy Valentine’s Day. Mokuba had never had any intentions of coming back to the shop. Seto wasn’t angry because Mokuba had missed curfew…he was angry that Mokuba had dropped off the pictures at the photo shop.

What was the first thing Mokuba had said when he came in. He was hoping Yami was working. He was glad Yami was working. All that small talk about Yami not having anyone, the way Mokuba grinned when Yami assured him his brother would find someone.

And then Seto’s reaction. Seto mentioning that Mokuba was still in trouble even if Yami had not of stopped by the house. But Yami stopping by did change things…. It was all coming into focus.

Mokuba had hatched a plan, at what point didn’t much mater. He had told Seto about it, Seto hadn’t agreed and Mokuba had put his plot in motion anyway.

Yami opened the photo envelope and began shuffling through the pictures again.

Mokuba would drop the pictures off and his brother would come pick them up. Seto had refused to, he hadn’t wanted to go along with Mokuba’s plan. Yami’s heart pounded in his chest, he could feel himself becoming short of breath.

Yami was supposed to look at the pictures. That was the whole point. That’s why Mokuba came to Snappy Snapshots, it was no coincidence he had chosen that shop.

Yami dropped the pictures on the floor, until he got to the last two. Be. Mine. Be Mine. Be Mine… BE MINE…

“So you did like them then?”

“I’ll admit I was quite surprised when Mokuba told me you were here. It was the last thing I was expecting. Perhaps I did underestimate his intuition.”

“This was entirely Mokuba’s mind in action. His execution. I told him not to go through with this ridiculous idea and he did it anyway. But I suppose none of that matters. You’re here now.”

Yami gasped, clutching the last two photographs in a death grip.

He could see the exchange, Mokbua returning home and telling his brother he had dropped off the film, telling him Yami would only be at the store until a little after nine. Trying to convince him to go to the photo shop and Seto being stubborn, his pride not letting him go. Seto being furious that Mokuba would go through with the plan despite his insistence.

And Yami had arrived…yes..Seto must have told his servants to park his car. To hang up his coat. Set a fire in the fireplace. Seto had to be upstairs, maybe changing…freshening up while Yami waited in the study for his arrival. Yes…yes…that was it…it was all falling into place.

It was all so clear now.

Yami worked through the maze of hallways, desperate to find the front door. Surely that man who had shown him in was still there. He was in a panic, looking around. He finally found a young woman sipping tea in the kitchen.

“Excuse me, I got a bit mixed up. I can’t remember the way back to Seto’s bedroom.” Yami memorized the directions and headed up the stairs.

What was he doing? Maybe he was wrong about all this. Maybe he had misunderstood what had happened. And even if he hadn’t Seto had to have taken his ignorance as rejection. And god knew with Seto’s pride he’d probably be thrown out of the house by his hair.

Yami got to the final door of the long corridor and took a long breath. It wasn’t too late to march back down the steps and forget all about this. To leave and not look back.

A million and one things could happen after he knocked on the door.

But nothing would happen if he left.

He had complained all night about loneliness and heartache and misery and depression and now he had a shot at something and he was backing away from it.

Yami took another long breath and knocked on the door firmly. There was no response for a moment though he heard shifting. He could be at the wrong door, or maybe Seto had some sort of hidden camera device installed and could see it was him and simply refused to open the door or perhaps…

The door swung open and Yami looked at the brunet. “We didn’t get a chance to finish our talk.”

Seto didn’t say anything. He stood in the doorway and studied Yami for a long time. Perhaps he figured he had already said far too much. If this conversation was going to continue Yami would have to take the reins.

“I think we should talk about those pictures Mokuba dropped off at the shop earlier tonight. Especially these two.” Yami lifted the last two exposures but Seto didn’t look at them. Yami got the feeling Seto knew which two he was holding up even without looking at them to confirm.

“I didn’t get it before…I didn’t pick up on the subtleties until after you came up here.” Yami chanced a look at the CEO. He expected to see defiance, or anger, or disinterest in those ocean blue eyes. He expected to see pride and arrogance.

But none of that was there. Seto made no smart-ass comment, he didn’t narrow those pretty blue eyes. He stood silently, barely moving, listening to every single word that came from Yami’s mouth. It was almost as if Seto’s heart was on his sleeve, as if he was dying inside wondering what Yami planned to say, wondering if he was going to be rejected all over again. But of course Yami knew better, this was Kaiba Seto…this wasn’t some teenager, this wasn’t someone who was ruled by his emotions.

“So those were your pictures Mokuba dropped off, then.”

“Mokuba took the pictures.”

“But Mokuba already has a girlfriend. And you already said that those weren’t Mokuba’s pictures.”

“No, they weren’t his pictures.”

“So, they were yours?” Yami didn’t want to do this…he didn’t want to play games, but he was terrified…he didn’t know what he was doing, and he’d be damned if he ended up messing things up more than he already had.

“Those pictures were not intended for me,” Seto answered curtly.

Seto wasn’t going to give him much, Yami knew he’d have to work through this on his own. He took another swallow. “If they weren’t Mokuba’s pictures and they weren’t intended for you then I suppose that means they were intended for me.” No answer, but that wasn’t the least bit surprising.

“I will also assume that given that Mokuba has a girlfriend and since the last two photos asked a question he was not asking it on his own behalf.” Seto narrowed his eyes. Alright, Yami was pushing it here…he’d have to try a different approach.

“Why are you here when I told you to leave?” Seto finally asked.

Yami met his eyes. “You asked me, or rather demanded that I be yours.”

Seto snorted. “I did no such thing.”

“These photographs say otherwise.”

“It wasn’t a literal question.”

“But clearly it was your intent that I see the question.”

“It was Mokuba’s intent. He acted against my wishes.”

“But he was acting on your behalf.”

“I didn’t know he went to the photo store until after he came home and told me.”

“But that doesn’t mean that…”

“It means that I want you to go home.” Yami made a face.

“Don’t lie to me. Downstairs, in your study…you wanted me…”

“To leave. The same way I do now.”

“I can’t do this.” Yami shook his head. “I just can’t do this. Instead of being a man about it and owning up to it you have to be a stubborn asshole. I can’t talk about this anymore with you.”

“Good.” Seto moved to close his door.

“You’re not getting off the hook that easily Kaiba Seto,” Yami assured him. He leaned up before Seto could realize what he was thinking and joined their lips together.

Yami could feel Seto’s hesitation, could feel the way he almost leaned away from him before allowing himself to let go. He leaned back in, his hands cupping Yami’s cheek and drawing him closer. Yami wrapped his hands around Seto’s neck, opening his mouth waiting for Seto to do the same. It wasn’t too much after that that Yami felt the CEO’s warm, wet muscle intermingling with his own tongue.

Seto broke away first and for a half an instant Yami panicked. Perhaps Seto had lost himself for a moment and was now going to act arrogant again. “Do you really want me to leave?” Yami had dropped his eyes and his voice, a bit worried at what Seto’s answer would be.

Seto tipped Yami’s head up and looked at him again. It was like Yami had slapped him, he didn’t answer, but his eyes said everything no words would ever be able to say. He bracketed Yami’s head again and bent over, kissing him, the shorter man instantly melting into the taller one.

The first time Seto had merely tested the waters, he was only reacting to Yami’s own advances. But now he launched his own assault, he kissed him with purpose. Yami submitted to each tender movement, the way Seto pulled at his mouth, the way he led their tongues in a slow dance. Seto took and Yami gave…nothing could stop him…he had to…he needed to give. Everything.

Seto pulled away, taking Yami’s breath with him. Yami opened his eyes slowly, afraid at any second he was going to wake from this dream and be alone again.

“Seto…” it was whispered like a silent mantra…a prayer to a demigod.

A single finger brushed against his lips. No more words, Seto’s eyes asked. Yami inclined his head.

No more words.

Seto moved back and widened the door allowing Yami into his bedroom. There was plenty for Yami to look at and marvel over, but there was only one thing in the room that held his attention. Seto closed the door and dimmed the lights to a soft muted glow.

Eyes met again. May I, endless blue eyes asked. Yami stepped forward, closing the space between them.

Yes, please, again, Yami’s eyes begged. Lips met again, already bruising from previous kisses. Yami took the lead again, and Seto responded, kissing harder, hands tangling into spiky hair instinctively. His hands were speaking now, telling Yami how long he had wanted this, how he had always wanted this.

Yami’s hands slid down the brunet’s back, lifting the hem of his shirt, running nonsensical patterns, telling Seto they shouldn’t wait any more. The kiss broke, Seto studying Yami for an instant. Asking him if this was what he wanted.

Yami nodded slowly. Seto lifted off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. Yami didn’t wait and began lifting off his own shirt. It flew off. Starving lips joined again, Seto pressing hard against him, his mouth telling him how much he needed him, his growing arousal saying how much he wanted him.

Yami let out an involuntary whimper, Seto pulled back his eyes asking again if he was sure this is what he wanted. Yami’s eyes blazed, his answer shining clearly.

This was all he could ever want.

Yami moved his hand slowly, brushing against the ache between the other’s legs. He smiled. This is what you want too, Seto, his hand insisted. His other hand ran against his firm abdomen. I want to give you this, Seto, his second hand continued.

Seto pulled Yami into him, his mouth exploring the sensitive recess of his neck. Sojourning from the end of his shoulder and back to the crook, his mouth and languid tongue affirming possession. This is mine, his mouth began, sucking lightly on his bare shoulder. This is mine too, his teeth added, nibbling a little further up. You are mine, his tongue concluded, licking where his teeth irritated the skin.

I want to be yours, Seto, Yami’s neck agreed leaning into each tantalizing movement, he shifted so Seto could get better access to him, so he could better make his point.

I can’t wait, Yami, Seto’s mouth began, as kisses detoured to his mouth before trailing down the smooth unmarked plains of Yami’s upper chest. I need this, I need you, his mouth added firmly as Seto leaned down and finally dropped to his knees. He worshiped the smooth flesh of Yami’s abs before kissing at the heated package uncomfortably confined in fire engine red leather.

Yami wound his hands into brunet locks, pulling a bit roughly. Don’t tease me, his fingers demanded as he stroked the CEO’s scalp. Seto smirked and looked up. His eyes were mischief filled, they told Yami he’d do just as he pleased.

Yami pushed himself against him, rubbing Seto’s face against himself desperately. Don’t tease me, Yami demanded again. Seto’s fingers found the button of his pants and the zipper, telling him he’d have to behave himself or he would be teased.

Seto slipped the pants down, then looked up, an eyebrow raised. Yami blushed. Yes, Seto, no underwear. Seto smiled darkly, telling Yami how naughty and slutty it was not to wear underwear as he kissed the tip of his erection.

Yami moaned. More, yes..more…please…he’d do anything for more. Seto licked him then, his tongue working around the head like he was trying to catch ice cream as it melted down the side of a sugar cone. Every part of Yami’s body cried out except his vocal cords. A million sensations ran up his body, awakening every nerve ending in him, bringing him to a heightened state of awareness he had never known was possible.

Seto looked up, at him, meeting his eyes. I want to find out if you taste as good as you look, he teased silently. Seductively. He wrapped his moist lips around Yami’s head, his hand at the base of Yami’s cock and took him inside in a smooth fluid motion.

Don’t stop, Seto…please…yes, Yami begged with his dick as pre-essence leaked out of him and into Seto’s hungry mouth. Seto was encouraged by Yami’s further arousal and moved quicker, his head back and forth, leaving a layer of moisture in its wake.

Yami’s legs began to buckle, he grabbed onto Seto’s shoulders, squeezing: So close, Seto…please…so close. He moaned, his head thrown back, hard desperate gasps escaping as he thrust back into the other’s mouth. One hand left Seto’s shoulder and ended up back in his own hair, so good…so close and so good. This was killing him, Seto was committing a murder.

By the Gods, Yami’s hips groaned as he moved a bit faster, matching Seto’s movements and pumping into the brunet’s hot mouth. He could feel the edge…see it…and then he was over it, he released hard, his body rigid as it screamed obscenities as his orgasm dissipated.

Seto pulled back, catching his breath, swallowing a few more times Yami’s taste still in his mouth. He stood up again, and smiled as Yami opened his eyes again. You liked that, he smirked with his eyes.

So perfect, Yami answered with has hand as it brushed against the other’s cheek. Seto leaned in, Yami feeling butterflies as Seto shared himself with him. Yami, Seto’s hands moaned. Yami, Seto’s body repeated pressing into him, hips grinding hard, determined.

Yes, Seto…you’re next, Yami’s hands assured him, fumbling with Seto’s pants.

Seto’s abdomen gasped as Yami pulled the pants past his trim waist. You don’t have to wait any longer, Seto, Yami’s hands promised, tracing along the brunet’s thighs and stomach. I won’t tease you, his hands assured him, stimulating an already very erect nipple, and rolling it between lusting fingertips.

Seto stepped out of his pants and met Yami’s eyes. Yes, it’s alright, Seto, Yami continued, running his hand over Seto’s. Yami walked over to the bed and sat down. Seto glanced at Yami then walked over to his dresser. He was back within moments.

He searched Yami’s eyes again. Yes, Seto, I meant it, Yami nodded. Seto placed the small bottle on the nightstand and kissed Yami again, his lips asking Yami if this was okay.

It’s perfect, Seto, Yami’s arms insisted wrapping around Seto’s neck again. So perfect, Seto, his mouth added, submitting to Seto’s smoldering hot kisses. Seto pressed against him, pushing Yami back into his pillows. Yami shuddered as Seto’s mouth explored again, seeking out uncharted territory. He stopped at Yami’s lower torso and looked up.

Continue, please, continue, Seto, Yami’s thighs asked, as they separated. Seto knelt between his legs, adjusting between them. Seto began kissing Yami again, his mouth betraying his desire. Trust me, Yami, Seto’s fingers begged as he reached Yami’s entrance. Relax and trust me, the digits asked him, pulling at the flesh ever so slightly.

Yes, I’ll trust you, Yami’s hands returned as he picked up the small bottle of lubricant and poured some out onto his hands. Seto rubbed his hands against Yami’s transferring the liquid onto his palms and warming it.

The digit poked again, tentatively. Yami closed his eyes, trying to relax, but the intrusion scared him a little. I’m scared, Seto, Yami began, his body closing tightly around Seto’s finger.

Trust me, Yami…trust me…Seto’s tongue whispered as it took the place of his finger and pushed in past Yami’s muscle. Oh Ra, oh gods, Yami’s body moaned as he felt himself flutter open. I never knew anything could feel like this, Yami’s body screamed, as he arched his back. More of this, Seto…yes…more, his nerves begged.

This is only the beginning, Love, Seto’s fingers assured him, massaging Yami’s ball sack. Yes, Seto, Yes…Yami’s dick growled, standing up to full attention again.

Seto slid his tongue out then pressed back in with his moist finger before Yami could tense up again. This is heaven, Yami’s body gasped as he pressed back into the gentle intrusion. Seto added a second finger just as smoothly. When he found the small bundle of nerves he was looking for Yami’s body let him know as he jumped.

My secret weapon, Seto’s digits teased as he targeted the spot again and again. He stretched the muscle as quickly as he could without hurting him.

Yami poured more of the lubricant into his hands and rubbed it in. He reached out and took Seto’s rigid erection. Eyes met. Inside me, Seto…now…inside me, crimson eyes demanded. He stroked the hardened shaft of the brunet who took in a sharp intake of air.

He was aching, pre-release and man made lubricant covering him sufficiently. He leaned back up, Yami still holding him firmly and kissed him softly his lips letting out a whispered promise that he’d be gentle and take things slow.

He rested his weight on his arms and hovered over Yami, his dripping dick butting up against the entrance, asking Yami to put it. Yami held on to the base of the massive erection and closed his eyes. He took in a long breath then moved with Seto and guided him in.

Yami trembled, his lip quivering, his eyes shut tight. Seto didn’t move again until Yami pulled more of Seto’s cock into him. Again Seto stopped moving. I’m sorry, Yami was what Seto’s breath whispered as he bent down and offered more apologetic kisses.

Yami swallowed and then moved his hand out of the way, letting Seto know it was okay to put the rest in his wet hole. Seto hips contracted, straining to keep still.

Move, Seto…I’ll be alright, Yami’s hands spoke, grabbing hold of Seto’s shoulders. Seto wasn’t convinced so Yami pressed up against him. Move, Seto, take me…you don’t realize how much I want this, Yami finished rolling his hips back.

Seto’s hips swore as he pressed back into Yami with unguarded lust. So tight, his back cursed as his muscles strained. Yami whimpered against Seto’s lips, the discomfort dissolving, Seto’s unhurried movements pulling him away from the pain end of the spectrum and back to the pleasure.

So hot, so good…Yami…oh god…Yami…Seto’s strokes groaned as he pressed in and out, his pace steady but firm. Yami undulated his pelvis, meeting him every time Seto pulled back. This is all I ever want…ever…Seto’s kisses promised. I could drown in you forever, his tongue put in, adding to the conversation as it examined Yami’s mouth all over again.

Is this real…is this happening, Yami’s mouth asked, kissing Seto harder, demanding an answer. I need you, Seto…I’ve never needed anything so much, his tongue finished.

Seto pulled away and brushed Yami’s eyelids. Yami opened his eyes, pulled in by sparkling blue. Such beautiful eyes, Seto, I love your eyes, Yami’s eyes stated. Eyes remained locked. Yami stroked Seto’s cheek, I love you, his hand confessed.

And I love you, Seto’s warm kiss proclaimed. I promise I love you, the kiss continued.

Don’t hold back, take me…claim me, Yami’s teeth cried out as they nipped and held on to Seto’s lips. Show me, love me, his hands yelled, kneading Seto’s shoulder blades.

Seto moved faster, bringing the edge closer. Yes, fuck me, Yami’s legs begged, wrapping around Seto, forcing deeper penetration. The feelings were exquisite, he had never felt this alive in his entire life. I love how you beg for it, Yami, Seto’s cock teased, staying inside of Yami and moving around in a slow hard circular motion.

Fuck me, Yami’s cock demanded, as he pressed up against Seto and rubbed against his sweat slick body. As you wish, Seto’s own dick answered, pounding Yami back into the bed. Sharp gasps left Seto as his climax got closer. He reached between their bodies and pulled Yami’s appendage, matching their strokes, his hand telling Yami he wanted them to come together.

Yami bucked his body off the bed his head shaking back and forth on the pillow as his release became imminent. I’m going to come, Seto..now Yami’s ass screamed as it clenched hard against the solid rod of flesh pumping into him.

I’m coming too, Seto’s dick shouted back, pulsing so hard it made his entire lower half shake. The twin releases had both men crying out loudly, the first loud sound in the room since they had started.

Hot passion spilled between their bodies as Yami’s release flooded everywhere. Seto pulled out just as he finished coming, his own release dampening his sheets as some of it escaped from Yami’s panting body.

“Yami…” Seto swallowed, his voice sounded so loud even though he was whispering.

Yami smiled at him, and kissed him sweetly.

“I know, Seto.” Seto studied his expression and almost smiled, before resting his head against Yami’s shoulder and snuggling back up against him.

Author’s Endnotes: The End… I apologize for how horribly long this damned thing ended up being.