Night Of Sin

Night of Sin
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is not my property.
Warnings : You should know, or you shouldn’t even be entering here.

Chapter 1
Seto Kaiba eyed the drink that was offered to him with obvious distaste. He glared at the girls who were giggling and shaking their bottoms at him from the opposite table – in fact, he was scowling at whoever who even dared to lay an eye on him. So much for tonight’s plans, the CEO thought darkly. No Yami, no bed, no sex… what a hellish day. To top it all off, the deafening techno music of the disco was not doing anything to improve his mood.
It all happened an hour ago. Exhausted from his work of the day, Seto accidentally dozed off on his office chair. Suddenly two hands snaked across his waist from behind; then steamy, hot breath whispering, “Tired, sexy?” Deft hands soon unzipped Seto’s pants and slipped downwards to explore the mysteries within. By then, the CEO was already more than wide awake, though he showed no signs of resisting this known and very much welcomed intruder.
“I thought you were at Ryou’s house?” asked Seto, damping down the strong urge to pin the other down and screw him right there. Instead, he contented himself by gripping the sides of his chair tightly.
“Plans changed. Apparently Bakura returned and I assumed that they wanted,” – Yami leaned closer – “privacy.” He was enjoying himself immensely as he felt his lover’s cock hardening, and noted that although Seto was showing no other emotional signs on his face, his body was doing all the work. As it always should.
The ex-pharoah, however, was still unsatisfied. He removed his hands from Seto’s lower body and crawled to the rfont, placing himself on top of the other’s lap with his legs spread wide apart invitingly. Seto tried not to look too eager, something he was miserably failing at. Yami bent down and captured his lips in a hungry kiss, forcing his way through as Seto was unwilling to be too submissive. Of course, as soon as Yami’s hands started to roam around playfully, Seto was helpless to do anything but give in.
The phone rang.
Both lovers cursed in unison. “Ignore it.” Whispered Yami, and, without waiting for an answer, he continued to nuzzle against Seto and toy with his nipple, to which the other moaned in pleasurable response.
The phone rang again.
“Yami… I have to answer this.” With a great deal of effort – mentally and physically – Kaiba pulled himself away from Yami(with Yami still on his lap, with the legs-spread-apart pose) and reached for the phone. Noticing Yami’s pouting look, he added, “It’s a turn-off.”
“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but Mr. Kozaki of the Nagasaki Corp. wanted to meet you right now at the Seduction Night Club.” The voice of Seto’s secretary came from the other end of the line.
“What for?” Seto spat back at her.
“To discuss the 200-million contract, sir,” was the reply. Seto bit back a moan as Yami slide off him, removed his underwear and proceeded to tease his erection. He tried – and could not – glare at those mischievous yet pleading eyes below him.
“Tell him I’m not… free!” Seto accentuated his sentence without meaning to, as Yami took in his heated length right into his mouth and lavished all his skills upon it. Seto gripped the sides of his chair even more tightly, unable to find the energy to push Yami away. He was partly angry at Yami for doing this to him, and partly angry at himself for wanting more.
“From the state that he seems to be in, sir, I would say that he will give in quite easily to that contract,” the secretary continued. It was a wonder she did not notice the ragged breathing coming from the other end. “In my opinion, he is quite drunk and I know that Mr. Kaiba” – this was referring to Seto’s father, who was also the boss of Kaiba Corp. – “had wanted this particular business trade for quite some time.”
“Tell him I’ll be there right away.”
Seto replaced the phone to face a scowling Yami. “I heard that.” Yami almost snarled at him, startling Seto. Then realization hit him. It had been two weeks since the pair had seen each other, let alone engage in… pleasurable activities. He had forgotten how important this night meant to Yami. No wonder he was so furious.
“Fine.” Yami got up and headed for the door. “Don’t want to interrupt your precious work.”
“No… wait! Yami!” Seto rose from his chair before realizing that his pants were unzipped. They crumpled to the floor and by the time the CEO had finished re-zipping them back, Yami was gone. “Fuck…”
That’s how Seto Kaiba managed to end up in the Seduction Night Club, angry and somewhat frustrated. In a sexual way, that is. He got the contract signed, all right, since that Mr. Kozaki was anything bur sober, but Seto would willingly exchange that 200 million with a night of passion with Yami anytime… if it was not for the sake of trying to please his bloody father to gain the highest position in Kaiba Corp…
Someone caught his eye. Exotic, brownish hair. Tanned skin. Seto narrowed his eyes. This guy was drunk beyond belief, with his face buried at the bar counter with one hand, and his other holding a can of strong liquor. Despite all that, this person would be no other than…
“Hey, Malik.” Seto walked over to the Egyptian. “What are you doin – Shit!” He jumped back as Malik threw up on him. Too late. The young businessman’s designer clothes were already stained with the vomit. “Bloody hell…!”
“Leave me alone…!” was the slurred reply Seto got.
“If you wish.” Seto returned to his seat. By then, that Mr. Kozaki was completely drunk and wasted. Seto shook his head in disgust. Well, sincethat he already have the contract done, the CEO could see no point in remaining at that foul place anymore. He got up to leave.
Crash!
“You fucking asshole!”
“What’s he doing?!”
“Stop him!!!!”
Angry, terrified and furious shouts and screams filled the disco, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. Seto turned to look, only to be greeted by a bloodied scene.
Malik Ishtar was towering over a man, with his leg on the man’s chest and a sharp blade in his hand. His eyes were blood-shot and menacing, his left shoulder was bleeding profusely. As a result, his clothes were drenched in a deep red color – the very image of the Devil himself. The man below Malik was also covered in blood, but in his case, the look he was giving Malik was of pure anger, hatred and…fear. Seto could see the man’s eyes widening in horror as Malik lowered the blade to his neck, his lips curved upwards slightly to form a cold smile. It was as if he was enjoying every moment of this…
“Officer! Yes, here he is!”
A police officer, led to the scene of crime by the bar manager, stepped into view. This is bad, thought Seto. Oh well. Looks like I’ve got to interfere a little bit. He stepped forward.
“Officer, may I kindly suggest you turn a blind eye to this?” Seto requested, pulling out a stack of cash and forcing them into the policeman’s hands. He smirked. The look of greed on the man’s face was sufficient enough.
“This is… how about a bit more… persuasion?” Greedy pig, Seto thought. He pushed another stack of money into the officer’s outstretched hands. “Ah, yes, yes… Very well, then. But please make sure there is no second time of this happenings…”
“Hey! What about the mess he caused? All this blood? Those broken glasses? And…” the bar manager was silenced by a considerable sum of cash thrust right into his face. “Fine… now please take this stinking drunkard away.”
Without another word, Seto heaved up Malik onto his shoulder and left.

* * *

Seto pulled Malik out of his limo, holding the Egyptian by the arms and dragging him towards the CEO’s own private mansion.
“Bakura… fuck you!”
Malik threw up… again… on Seto as he uttered those words, who cursed. He hung onto Seto’s arms, his slim, muscular body completely pressed against the other’s, causing Seto to gasp slightly.
Perfect face, with perfect features. Beautiful, brown hair that shown out in the moonlight. And those eyes… those riveting, positively even haunting golden eyes, drawing Seto into them, as if inviting him to enter him… to take him… to possess him…
Seto felt his lower body responding. His left hand tenderly stroked Malik’s face as he leaned down to kiss the Egyptian.
And, hidden behind the bushes, was a reporter snapping away.