Yu-Gi-Oh!: Denial

Author's notes: Heya all! This story was done as a little Seto!Uke challenge for a mailing list. We were kind of hoping the challenge would get us past our writer's block. ^^; Did it work? You tell us!

Anyway, spoilers! Do not read any further if you don't know or don't WANT to know the ending to YGO! You HAVE been warned!

Update: ... Wow. Someone really must have no life to troll a fic. ;P Especially a troll that doesn't even know the definition of their own profession. Gee, I wonder who it could be?

To everyone else, I'm sorry you had to see that. Please enjoy the fic! X3


Yu-Gi-Oh!: Denial

by Mouko and Yuki Ryu

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Seto Kaiba glowered at the papers in front of him, tapping the tip of his pen against the hard surface of his desk. He wore his usual attire for work rather than his dueling uniform: a white business suit and a light blue work shirt, with a blue necktie overtop. His office was dark, save for the small desk lamp struggling valiantly to fight back the shadows. Instead, it simply cast a dim light on Seto's face and the paper, barely enough to make out the words written upon it. A grandfather clock sat in the corner by the sofa, its ticking synchronizing with the sound of the pen to create an echoing 'tick, tock, tick, tock'.

Cast in shadows, the blue-eyed teenager's face was particularly fierce. Had any of the office workers stayed until such an ungodly hour as Seto Kaiba had, they would have believed that his expression betrayed dark thoughts of gloom and the Apocalypse. If only it had been that simple - Seto would have preferred thoughts of the four horsemen and the end of days to those that were currently occupying his mind. At least he could dismiss the Apocalypse, as he had no use for predictions of the future when he and he alone decided what was in store for himself. If the Apocalypse were to come to him, it would be of his own making and nothing more. No, he would have preferred such foolish and easily ignored thoughts to the one he could neither banish nor ignore.

The Other Yugi - no, Atemu.

Seto's jaw tightened as his teeth clenched, clutching the pen tightly between his fingers as it hit the desktop with a resounding 'CLACK'.

"Idiot..." he hissed through his teeth, a vein twitching in his forehead.

It seemed like only yesterday that he had gone to Egypt to witness the end duel of duels, where Yugi dueled with who, up until that point, Seto Kaiba had been convinced was just a different facet of Yugi. An infuriating, bolder, more obnoxious side of Yugi, but still Yugi - like some sort of twisted manifestation of the ID in a Freudian nightmare. And yet, he saw two Yugis facing off - the Yugi he knew from school and the Yugi he had come to know from dueling. Two souls, sharing one body; it defied all logic and flew in the face of everything rational.

"Idiot!" Seto repeated, rapping the pen irritably against the desktop. "Listen to you! You sound like you actually believe that mystical nonsense!" Seto Kaiba did not believe in magic, in other worldly forces; in fact, he barely even believed in things such as love and friendship.

"And yet you saw it with your own eyes," a tiny voice whispered inside of him, the same voice that had been badgering him for hours on end. "You cannot deny what you've seen, can you? It was no optical illusion. The ruins are proof enough of that!"

Seto's expression darkened as he leaned back, glaring balefully at the paper once more. "...No, Seto Kaiba does not ignore things right in front of him."

"Then why? Why do you refuse to believe it now? You were willing to believe it, however slightly, during the incident within the Memory World. You were even willing to believe it enough on the boat ride to the final duel location - even during the duel itself! Why do you want to deny it so severely now?" the voice whispered, as if it were poking his mind with a stick in the most uncomfortable of place.

Seto simply grunted, resuming his tapping against the desk at a slightly accelerated pace.

"Is it because... to accept what you have seen... to believe what you have seen... is to admit..." the voice paused, as if letting the words sink in, before it continued, "...that you have lost something?"

Seto's expression shifted to pure outrage, his fist clenching so tightly that the pen snapped in his fingers. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he instinctively dropped the broken plastic bits before they cut in to his skin. He hesitated before lifting his hand up to his face, staring at the ink as it splattered through his fingers and on to the desk like black blood.

"It is easier to deny ever having something... than to admit to losing it."

"I haven't lost anything." Seto snorted as he reached for a tissue and began wiping away at the ink on his fingers. He grimaced at the black stains forming on his hands, and then gathered up the ruined paper and bits of pen before throwing it in the waste bin. "Yugi Mutou is just as capable a duelist as his counterpart."

"Is that all Atemu was? A rival? Someone to topple down, to defeat in a grandiose display of superiority?"

"Yes," Seto replied to himself, tersely. "And now that Yugi has defeated Atemu, he has proven himself to be the superior duelist - and the one to be defeated. Atemu is now insignificant."

"Really now? Is that why you're bothered enough by it to have discussions with yourself over the matter?"

Seto snorted as he wiped down his desk, idly thinking he would need to get the janitor to use cleaner on his desk as well as soap to scrub his hand clean.

"You weren't ready for him to leave. You weren't ready to lose him. You hadn't even had a duel against him since the incident at Alcatraz Tower. Not during the Grand Prix tournament, not when fighting Doma, and you were even denied the right to the final duel against him."

Seto's cheek twitched.

"But I don't believe it's dueling that's upsetting you."

"I'm not upset," Seto snapped to himself as he sat down roughly in his chair, causing it to creak noisily in protest. "I'm not stressed and I'm not obsessing. I have work to do. I don't have time for this nonsense. I have a business to run, not angst about some corpse running off in to obscurity without a glance behind him to see what he's leaving behind."

"Bingo."

The blue-eyed teenager growled to himself before he leaned forward to fish for a new pen from his pencil holder. "Idiot. Listen to me. I'm having an argument with myself."

"And you're losing."

"I am not losing!" Seto thundered as he grasped his new pen tightly, then irritably yanked open his desk drawer to retrieve new paper to replace the ink-stained ones now inhabiting the waste bin. "Why should I care if that blasted Pharaoh turned his back on me and went to rot in the past with other ghouls unfit to even haunt a backwater cemetery!?"

"Turned his back on... who?"

"...Turned his back on his dull-witted cheer leading squad who followed him like love struck puppies and sobbed puddles of stupidity when he abandoned them." Seto grunted.

"That's not what you said."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT I SAID!" Seto snarled slamming his hands down on his desk. He huffed heavily for breath, trembling with anger. "I don't care about any of this. I don't CARE."

"Niisama?"

Seto immediately looked up, eyes darting across the room to the door of his office. It was slightly cracked as Mokuba peeked in to the office, his expression concerned. Seto blinked, then grimaced slightly. "That's right. Mokuba's also here. He must have heard me screaming at myself," he thought, then straightened up and tried to regain some composure. "Yes, Mokuba?"

"Are you... okay, Niisama?" Mokuba asked hesitantly, glancing around the office as if searching for whoever it was that Seto had been arguing with.

"I'm fine," Seto replied far too quickly, brushing back his bangs as he moved to sit back down in his chair. "Did I disturb you?"

"I heard you yelling, Niisama," Mokuba said once he finished scanning the room and returned his concerned gaze to his older brother. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Seto replied as he leaned back in to his chair. "Nothing at all. I was simply... debating loudly with myself. Work."

"Bald face liar."

Mokuba's brow furrowed, and it was obvious, at least to Seto, that he was rather dubious about that excuse. "What kind of issues, Niisama?" he asked after a moment.

Seto grimaced slightly, then laced his fingers together around the pen in what he hoped would appear to be a nonchalant action. "Finances. The usual number crunching and people wanting more money without the accountability that generally comes with it." he replied, using the most generic and truthful reply he could think of.

"Oh," Mokuba muttered. While that excuse seemed rather plausible, and in fact was often a great source of stress for Seto, the intensity of emotion in his older brother's shouting still made it seem as if something else was more than likely the real problem. However, it was obvious that Seto wasn't going to easily come out and say what was bothering him. "Would you like my help, Niisama?"

Seto hesitated as he looked at Mokuba, and then lowered his gaze to the desk. There was no way his little brother could help him with the tiny demons badgering him; there was no way he'd even admit to having them. That leaved very little room for Mokuba to help, though there was always one way that his little brother could provide assistance. "...I suppose something warm to eat and drink would help." It would serve a dual purpose - keep Mokuba busy but allow him to feel as though he were helping.

Mokuba made a face, as his suspicions grew. He couldn't help but notice how tired his brother looked; he knew that Seto hadn't been sleeping well, even avoiding sleeping all together without any explanation as to why, making it impossible for Mokuba to help him. However, at least the blue-eyed teenager was allowing him some way to help rather than dismissing him entirely. "Okay, Niisama. I'll go make you some dinner from the office kitchen."

"Hn," Seto replied in his usual noncommittal sort of way, leaning forward to look at the paper on his desk.

Taking the sound as an affirmation, Mokuba nodded sharply before hurrying off down the hallway. "I'll be right back, Niisama!"

Seto glanced over the top of the papers to watch Mokuba before returning his attentions to the papers. "...I must be more careful."

"Indeed. It wouldn't help to have Mokuba see you arguing with yourself. He might think you're going crazy."

Seto snorted to himself at that, then leaned back in his chair before tapping his pen against the desk once more.

"Though I must say I'm not entirely certain you're NOT going crazy," a familiar, husky voice hissed in Seto's ear. Seto's eyes widened before he sat up straight, whirling around sharply to see who was behind him, causing the chair to creak noisily in protest. The young CEO found himself staring at the drawn curtains covering the massive window in his office - nothing more, particularly nothing capable of speech.

Seto paused, then grunted and rubbed his forehead. "Idiot..."

"You say that a lot," the husky voice whispered again as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind. Seto tensed slightly, his heart nearly leaping in to his throat as he felt a warm body press up against his back. He trembled slightly before he let out a startled gasp as the feeling of teeth gently grazed against his ear, nibbling the lobe. "If you're not careful, you might overuse it and make it lose all meaning."

Seto stood up sharply and jerked about, knocking his chair over so that it clattered loudly on the floor, the sound magnified by the otherwise silent office so that each rattle and clang echoed viciously in his ear. Once again, there was no sign of anyone but himself in the office - he was completely alone. The young CEO hesitated, then clasped his hand over his ear, as if to feel for any evidence of the phantom touch. Finding nothing, not even moistness one would expect from such a mischievous kiss, Seto let out an aggravated grunt before moving to pick up his chair. He set the chair back upright before sitting down in it with an angry huff.

"Inexcusable... I'm jumping at shadows." the young CEO snarled, then laced his fingers together as he glared balefully at the door. Even he could see that trying to work when his mind was playing tricks on him would only end in failure - and more frustration to add on to his stress, not that he had any. "Once Mokuba gets back, we'll just go home and sleep away this miserable day and these ridiculous thoughts." He knew he hadn't been sleeping well, so it was logical to assume that his delusions were coming from such poor health practices.

"Running away? That's not like you, Kaiba."

Seto's eyes narrowed before he snapped his gaze towards the voice, fully expecting to find nothing. Instead, he was completely unprepared for what he found. Sitting on the sofa, lounging casually with legs crossed and one arm over the back, was none other than Atemu. Atemu cracked a grin, the usual confident grin that had driven Seto to further depths of anger whenever they dueled, before wiggling his finger scoldingly at the CEO. "Tsk, tsk!"

"How did you get in here!?" Seto demanded, standing up sharply to slam his hands on the desk. He hesitated, and then made a face as he remembered the fact that he had seen Atemu disappear behind the Door of Destiny in to the afterlife. In other words, Atemu couldn't possibly be standing there, especially not in his own body. "How are you even here to start with!? You ran away with your tail between your legs!"

Atemu continued to smile infuriatingly at the agitated CEO as he uncrossed his legs leisurely. "Is that really all you have to ask me, Kaiba?" he teased, his voice possessing an underlying sultry tone. "I thought you had another line of questioning for me if you ever saw me again."

Seto paused and stared at Atemu for a moment, then snorted and crossed his arms. "What're you barking about?"

"Barking?" Atemu repeated as he quirked an eyebrow. "Does that mean you consider me to be a stray dog now like you once did Jonouchi?"

Seto snorted again in a clear sign of his disdain. "Hmph. What else would I consider someone who runs away with their tail between their legs?"

Atemu's gaze drifted lower as he leaned his free hand against the back of the sofa and lightly rested his fingers against his face. "Hmm..."

"You ranted to me about not letting the past cloud the future and all of that nonsense..." Seto fixed Atemu with a pointed glare. "...Then did a complete about-face and ran right back in to yours like a dog runs to the sound of a can opener."

However, Atemu no longer seemed to be paying attention to what the blue-eyed teenager had to say, as he stared intently at someplace midway between Seto's face and feet.

Seto quirked an eyebrow as Atemu didn't seem to be paying attention to him, then scowled darkly. He did not like being ignored. "...What are you doing?"

Finally the once Pharaoh seemed to notice that Seto was talking and returned his gaze to the CEO's face. "Hm?"

Seto's cheek twitched visibly. "I SAID... what are you doing?"

"Oh, I was just thinking that I preferred it when you wore your leather pants," Atemu commented before pointing towards Seto's crotch with a mischievous grin. "Those pants don't give me as good a view of what's between your legs."

Seto gawked at Atemu; eyes wide as his mind froze up at hearing such a comment come out of the Pharaoh. He looked truly flabbergasted, even as a blush started to creep its way on to his normally pale cheeks.

Atemu chuckled quietly as he rose from the sofa and stretched leisurely. "Why are you so embarrassed, Kaiba? You were the one that kept talking about what's between my legs after all. It was only natural that I would start to think about what's between yours."

Seto opened his mouth, and then promptly snapped it shut. For the first time in his life, he was completely at a loss as to what to say. He couldn't even believe that Atemu was saying such things!

Slowly Atemu began to approach the taller teenager akin to the way a panther would close in on its prey. "Speechless for once, Kaiba?"

Seto's cheeks darkened as a particularly indignant expression crossed his face, snapping him out of his trance. "A-absolutely not!"

"Your cheeks are so red, Kaiba," Atemu observed once he was close enough that he could reach out and brush his fingers lightly across the blue-eyed boy's burning cheeks.

Seto's eyes widened as his pupils shrank, and his entire body tensed slightly as he felt the Pharaoh's soft fingers against his skin. His heart began to race for some reason that was currently lost on him. "Y-you..."

Atemu once again smirked infuriatingly as he slowly traced every contour of Seto's face with a feather light touch, limited only by their height difference. "I always wondered what it would take to make the mighty Seto Kaiba blush so."

"What... what are you barking about now, dog!?" Seto glowered as best he could at Atemu, in an expression that normally would have been quite frightening if not for the incredibly rosy cheeks.

Atemu simply smirked at Seto before he suddenly took a hold of the CEO's tie and gave it a sharp tug to force the taller teenager to bend downwards towards his height so that he could steal a rather forceful yet very passionate kiss.

Seto let out a startled cry before the Pharaoh captured his lips, silencing him. The teenager's eyes could not have gotten any wider as his mind froze, locking up on the idea that he was being kissed - and rather passionately at that. All he could think about was Atemu's hot lips ravaging his own, and how the Pharaoh was taking advantage of his startled reaction to slip his tongue in to the CEO's mouth. "Mrrf-!?"

Atemu made a rather interesting rumbling noise at the back of his throat, which almost sounded like a large cat's purr, as he explored every crevice of the taller boy's mouth with his tongue thoroughly. He held blue-eyed teenager's necktie firmly as he did so, to make sure that Seto wouldn't escape from the kiss too soon.

Seto pulled back slightly only to find his tie holding him firmly in place, like a leash on a dog. He would have gotten intensely angry at such a thing, had Atemu's kiss not proven itself to be very distracting - and far too pleasurable for his own good. He felt his anger and resolve starting to slip away in to surprising bliss as Atemu's exotic taste filled his senses.

Finally the tri-color haired teen was forced to pull back so that they could both breathe, and though he allowed Seto the ability to stand upright again because he was no longer tugging on the CEO's tie, he kept his grip firm. "Delicious..." he practically purred in a breathy yet rather husky tone.

Seto panted heavily, grasping the table for support. His legs felt like jelly as his head started to spin about him, his heart pounding furiously inside of him. At least, it did for a moment before his righteous fury at being knocked so far out of composure flared up inside of him. Face still as red as a cherry, Seto slammed his fists against the table and glared at the Pharaoh. "W-WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"

The answer came quickly in the form of another sudden tug on the CEO's tie that was immediately followed by another hot and steamy kiss from the smug former Pharaoh.

Seto let out an indignant noise at being assaulted yet again and grabbed Atemu's shoulders as if to shove him away in mid-kiss. Unfortunately, once his hands rested on the Pharaoh's shoulders, he found that he couldn't bring himself to shove him away. Such a fact disturbed him greatly, filling him with confusion.

Atemu made a pleased sound into the kiss due to the taller boy's touch. While he once again explored the inside of Seto's mouth with his tongue, his free hand moved to the CEO's belt, working subtly at removing it from the blue-eyed teenager's waist.

Seto didn't notice Atemu's roaming hand, far too occupied with the naughty tongue eagerly molesting his own in a twisted home invasion. He felt an intense burning form deep inside of him, as if Atemu were starting an inferno within him. His mind screamed that this was wrong - so very wrong - and yet his body didn't seem particularly interested in what his mind had to say. That was, at least, until he suddenly found his arms being yanked forward. Seto let out a cry as he felt Atemu break the kiss, which quickly turned to a yowl of outrage as the Pharaoh looped the CEO's belt firmly around his own wrists to bind them together. "WHAT-!?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Atemu asked slyly as he finished binding Seto's wrists then gently pushed the CEO back onto his desk, forcing the taller teenager to sit down. His reasons for doing so quickly became evident as he leaned in to nibble on Seto's earlobe in a hauntingly familiar manner.

"O-oi!" Seto let out a yip of protest, then flushed brilliantly as he tried to fix Atemu with the dirtiest look he could. "Has your brain rotted completely!?"

"On the contrary," Atemu said teasingly as he held Seto's captive wrists firmly in one hand and used his free hand to unbutton the CEO's business suit. "I'm thinking very clearly. I have been planning this duel with you for a long time, Seto."

Seto's expression of disbelief was comical. "Duel?! SETO!? Since when did you earn the right to call me by my first name!?" He hesitated, and then cried out in indignation as Atemu somehow removed his suit jacket despite the fact that his arms were bound and tossed it casually aside. "OI-!"

Atemu couldn't help but chuckle at the CEO's reactions. "If you keep getting so flustered, Seto, you're going to lose this duel rather quickly." Casually he removed the taller teenager's tie in a slow, somehow sensual manner. "You've already lost a good number of your Life Points."

"I never agreed to this duel to start with!" Seto snapped, without really thinking at first what he was saying.

Atemu's eyebrow quirked upwards slightly at that statement. "I never thought that I would see the day that the mighty Seto Kaiba would refuse a duel with me."

Seto blinked at that, and then glowered. "I never refuse a duel!" he snapped angrily, bristling at having his integrity questioned.

"Then agree to this one," Atemu retorted with that infuriating smirk on his face as he used one of the ends of the silk tie he held to tickle the blue-eyed teenager's chin. "Isn't that what you've been wanting all this time?"

Seto shivered slightly at the feeling before resuming his dark glare. "I accept all duels. Just don't come crying to me when you don't get what you're after!"

Atemu's smirk subtly shifted to become almost sinister as he slowly ran the silk downwards along the CEO's throat. "Alright, I'll accept those terms if you win... but if I win I can guarantee that there will be a lot of coming."

Seto blinked at that before his eyes widened drastically, once he caught the innuendo. He felt butterflies forming in his stomach as he shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortably warm all over as his mind supplemented images to go with the commentary. "I think I would prefer going," he managed to say, his voice breaking slightly.

"Is that really what you want?" Atemu said seductively, his hot breath tickling the taller boy's neck before he licked Seto there.

Seto shivered at the feeling of the Pharaoh's tongue against his skin. The butterflies in his stomach must have been made of fire, as he was quickly becoming too hot for his own good.

With the situation quickly getting out of control, he had to get out of the situation as fast as he could, while he still had some dignity left. "Y-yes! Yes, that's what I really want! I've had enough of your stupid game... I've got better things to do than more mind games! If you're not going to leave, then I will!"

Atemu paused in his attentions so that he could look at Seto with a peculiar yet intense glance. "Does that mean that you want to surrender, Seto?"

Seto stared at Atemu before his expression twisted with rage. "NO, it does NOT! I simply don't feel that this mockery you call a duel is worth my effort! Now get off of me!"

"You should make up your mind, Seto," Atemu teased coyly. "You say this duel isn't worth your effort then you tell me to get off on you."

Seto's face couldn't possibly have gotten any more red as he stared at Atemu in disbelief. "Are you... mocking me?!"

Atemu gave Seto an obviously false innocent look, which was made even more apparent by his slight grin. "Why would I mock someone wearing Blue-Eyes boxer shorts?"

"Eh?" Seto blinked at that before furrowing his eyebrows. "How does he know what boxers I'm wear-!" The CEO immediately stopped that thought and looked down to stare at his prominently displayed underwear, his pants having mysteriously disappeared off of his body without him having been aware of it. "WHAT!?"

Atemu casually tossed aside Seto's white pants to join the taller boy's jacket and necktie as he once again smirked in that infuriating manner of his. "You're losing your Life Points rapidly, Seto."

"Y-you...!" Seto grit his teeth as he glared at Atemu. He was feeling particularly sore and irritated as control was being completely torn away from him. His temper flared violently as he suddenly whipped up his leg to kick at Atemu's head. "You BASTARD!"

Shockingly the Pharaoh almost casually sidestepped the kick and caught the CEO's ankle in the same moment that it occupied the space where his head had just been. "Temper, temper, Seto," he chided while wagging a finger of his free hand at Seto. He then lifted the brown haired teenager's leg up high and somewhat to the side, forcing Seto to into a rather embarrassing position.

Seto let out a cry of indignation as he fell backwards on to the desk, blushing badly at the awkward position he was now in. He squirmed slightly before trying to roll over and off of the desk, in an attempt to get his leg free. "Grrrrr-!"

"Did you know that when you struggle like that it makes your butt wiggle invitingly?" Atemu asked casually as his gaze focused on the opening to the boxers that exposed quite a bit of what was inside of them thanks to how he held the blue-eyed teenager's leg.

Seto jumped slightly, then howled in indignation and kicked back at Atemu. Unfortunately for the enraged CEO the Pharaoh lifted his leg higher so as to throw off the kick and make sure that he hit nothing but air. The young CEO cried out in surprise as he fell on his stomach on top of the desk. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him, and then took hold of the side of the desk with both of his bound hands in order to get some stability and leverage. "Nnngh..."

Atemu eagerly took advantage of Seto's new position by climbing onto the desk and pressing his chest up against the CEO's back, spooning Seto. "Do you want me to take you from behind?" he asked in a husky whisper that tickled the other boy's ear before he nibbled on it.

Seto jumped instinctively, but unfortunately such an action only made him brush up against the warm body pinning him against the desk. He felt his body start to betray him, turning in to jelly underneath Atemu even as he struggled to think of a maneuver to escape. The fact that something hard was poking in to his backside didn't help matters. At all.

"Nothing to say, Seto?" Atemu murmured before he slowly ran his tongue along the young CEO's ear, exploring every inch of it before moving lower to taste the blue-eyed boy's neck. As he did so he continued to hold Seto's leg high as his free hand moved to unbutton the final article of clothing covering the taller teenager's chest.

"H-hah...!" Seto couldn't help but let out a gasp, his trembling increasing as his skin started to grow slick with sweat. He was losing and losing badly. "B-Bastard...!" Anything further he might have said was silenced with a groan escaping the CEO as he felt Atemu suck slightly on his skin at the base of his neck.

The feeling of cold air suddenly assaulted Seto's flushed body as his shirt was somehow removed despite his bindings. The Blue-Eyes boxer shorts followed shortly thereafter despite the fact that Atemu never lowered his leg even so far as a centimeter. Oddly enough it didn't seem as if any of his clothes were ever torn; simply they were there one minute and the next they weren't once the Pharaoh wanted them gone.

"How many times did you dream about us in this position, Seto?" Atemu asked in a sultry tone before he started to nibble his way down the taller boy's spine. Idly his free hand moved to run across Seto's side, tickling the blue-eyed boy's ribs.

Seto couldn't help but cry out again, arching his back as his muscles clenched. His resolve was quickly disappearing under the onslaught of kisses and gropes, his skin hot to the touch. He panted for breath, gripping the desk tightly as he let out a low moan that was interrupted by a startled laugh at the tickling to his ribs. Embarrassed, he glanced back over his shoulder to glower at Atemu as his bangs clung to his sweaty forehead. "OI!"

"Hmm?" Atemu tilted his head slightly, mercifully pausing in his wicked attentions, though he continued to hold his rival's leg high. "Is there something wrong, Seto?"

Seto growled at Atemu, his expression as fierce as he could make it. "How dare you! Molesting me in my own office!?"

"You accepted my challenge to duel, remember?" Atemu smirked smugly as he rubbed the other boy's side with his free hand and slowly worked his way lower until he reached Seto's hip. "You've nearly lost all of your Life Points and you have yet to lay a single attack on me. Have you changed your dueling strategy since I've been away?"

Seto sucked in a deep breath as he felt the Pharaoh's fingers curl around his hip, grasping naked skin intimately. His heart was racing in his chest, so that he could hear each thundering heartbeat in his ears. "Bastard..." He knew he should fight back, do something to resist more and escape Atemu's snare. However, he just couldn't get the energy to follow through with any of it - it was almost as if he didn't want to escape.

Atemu chuckled lowly in Seto's ear. "You may say that... but your body is telling me a different story." With that those wandering fingers moved lower, light and ticklish, until they reached the CEO's rear. Softly he caressed the taller boy there, his intimate touch slipping between the firmly sculpted cheeks to a most intimate place.

Seto let out a sharp hiss as his body tensed up. His breathing grew erratic as he felt Atemu's fingers get very close to a very intimate area. His pulse was racing as his emotions warred viciously inside of him, uncertain of how to take the increasingly sexual advances. "H-hah-!?" The young CEO glanced back, his eyes wild with his conflicting emotions. "...What do you think you're doing!?" Though, he had a feeling he knew full well what the Pharaoh was thinking.

"Preparing to make my final move of course," Atemu practically purred as he lazily circled the tightly puckered opening between Seto's legs with a finger. He was obviously aware of how crazy he was driving the blue-eyed boy judging by how infuriatingly smug his expression was at that moment.

"D-don't you dare..." Seto murmured, though the protest didn't sound nearly as strong as he would have liked it to. He had noticed from the start that his resistance was weak, if anything; he could have easily fought back against the Pharaoh should he have really wanted to. The fact that he didn't confused him to no end, leaving him bewildered and just a bit unnerved.

Atemu quirked an eyebrow at that, still very much amused as he used his middle and index fingers to sensually caress the taller teenager's most intimate opening, though he took care to not penetrate... yet. "Oh? Do you have a trap card waiting to stop me, Seto?"

Seto's expression shifted, looking surprisingly hesitant, as he was unsure of how to respond. Even when combating Gozaburo in domestic warfare, he had known exactly what he wanted and strived for it. For the first time, he was indecisive.

"Can't decide what card to use, Seto?" Atemu couldn't help but chuckle, though his fingers surprisingly left that tender area and moved along in an almost ticklish manner between the blue-eyed teenager's legs towards Seto's front. "Maybe my next move will help you think of something..." Suddenly those slim, soft fingers grasped the CEO's soft and sensitive testes and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"AH-!" Seto arched up slightly as he grasped the desk tighter, his knuckles starting to turn white. "A-aah... ah... Ah... Atemu...!?"

"Is this better?" Atemu slowly rolled the blue-eyed teen's precious jewels in his hand, almost like stress balls, before giving them another tender squeeze. He paused momentarily before giving Seto a lusty look. "Or do you want more?"

Seto cried out as he arched upwards, his body trembling all over as his eyes glazed slightly. He could feel his own heat growing painfully hard against the desk, matching the one jabbing at his back. Part of his mind still whispered that he shouldn't want this, especially not with Atemu, but most of his mind had finally reached a general, grudging consensus that it wouldn't be so bad if Atemu did decide to go through with it.

Atemu chuckled, his voice lower than usual due to how husky lust made it. "I'll take that as a 'yes'." With that he flicked his tongue across the other boy's shin, just beneath where his hand still held Seto's leg firmly captive. Slowly he ran his tongue downward along the back of the blue-eyed boy's leg, as his opposite hand continued to squeeze Seto's sensitive spheres sensually.

The young CEO cried out at the sensation, his toes curling slightly. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to alleviate the pressure against his throbbing need. The Pharaoh was manipulating his body in many incredible ways, bringing both pleasure and apprehension at the fact that anyone could manipulate Seto Kaiba so well.

Atemu seemed only too eager to help the blue-eyed teenager to rotate those creamy pale hips so that Seto's hardness could clearly be exposed to him. "Hmm... Your flipped card has revealed a very mighty dragon, Seto." He smirked wickedly as his hand let go of the brown haired boy's testes so that he could teasingly brush the tip of one of his fingers against the very base of Seto's erection. "But do you plan on attacking me with it?"

Seto quivered at the intimate touch and barely managed to stifle a loud moan, blushing brilliantly as he was exposed completely to the smug Pharaoh. He desperately needed to regain some sense of self-control, but Atemu's soft hands were making it painfully difficult. "Nnnn...!"

"Hmm..." Atemu slowly trailed his finger up along the other teenager's member. "It's not like you to be so hesitant and indecisive, Seto." That same finger lightly teased the sensitive foreskin by shifting it a little. "Especially not in a duel." Finally he reached the tip of Seto's penis, feeling a tiny bead of clear fluid that had already built up there. "Are you really taking this duel seriously?"

The blue-eyed teenager hissed slightly, shifting his hips again as he felt the Pharaoh tease him so intimately. He grimaced before glowering at Atemu as best he could despite his pleasure-glazed eyes. "You..." He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking - he never explained what he was thinking to anyone. Even if that wasn't an issue, how could he explain something that he himself had trouble understanding?

Seto had always thought of Atemu as an adversary to be defeated, to be completely obliterated and humiliated as tribute to his victory. The very idea that his rival might have actually wanted something more than that seemed so inconceivable. When confronted by such a possibility, his first reaction was to deny it adamantly - if not get angry and attack the source's credibility so that it was nothing but a pathetic joke. And yet, he could not bring himself to follow through. Once past the initial resistance, he found that he simply didn't have much desire in continuing said resistance to the lengths needed.

Such a fact shook the young CEO to his very core.

"Hmm?" Atemu smirked as he gazed curiously at the blue-eyed teenager's flushed face. When he didn't receive an answer right away he licked the inside of Seto's knee to try and give the other boy some "encouragement" to continue his sentence. He further attempted to entice Seto by trailing his finger back down along the CEO's hard heat, along the opposite side of the length back to the base. It was obvious that the Pharaoh would not settle anything but complete victory in this "duel", as he would for any of the others before this that had involved the Duel Monsters cards. Oddly enough the stakes seemed to be even higher in this duel, despite the fact that neither of their souls nor their lives were on the line.

Seto trembled at the Pharaoh's action, and then grimaced. He couldn't tell Atemu anything - and the Pharaoh wouldn't force it out of him either! Even if Atemu's hands were making his intimate areas feel far too good, that was absolutely no reason to bare his soul to anyone. "...You bastard..."

"You say that as if you're not enjoying this," Atemu chided.

"Y-you haven't given me a reason to enjoy it yet!" Seto snarled as best he could, despite the wavering in his voice.

"Is that so?" Atemu quirked an eyebrow before he smiled wickedly. He then leaned downwards until his hot breath caressed the very tip of the taller boy's erection, which he grasped the length of lightly at the same time. "Then I'll just have to give you one."

Seto turned slightly so that he could reach back behind himself with his bound hands and grasp the edge of the desk, for support, as his legs were held rather embarrassingly apart. He stared as Atemu's face drew very close to his tender area. "You wouldn't dare-!"

However, the CEO was quickly proven wrong, as Atemu did dare to brush his lips against Seto's penis in an incredibly intimate kiss before playfully flicking his tongue across the tip of the hot length.

The young CEO couldn't stop a cry from escaping him as his body hunched forward slightly. Seto squirmed slightly, his legs curling up as he was brutally assaulted by the Pharaoh's tongue. "A-AAAAAH-HAH-!!"

Atemu finally relinquished his grip on the taller teen's leg in favor of using that newly freed hand to cup the sensitive spheres between Seto's legs so that he could manipulate them once more. At the same time he used his tongue and other hand to explore every inch of the CEO's erection, somehow managing to find and exploit the most sensitive areas of Seto's most personal body parts in incredibly pleasurable ways.

Seto's cries increased as he writhed on the desk, grasping it tightly so that he didn't slide off of it. He couldn't find any real leverage in that position so that his legs shifted uselessly, something that he was sure Atemu had counted on. "H-hah... AH..."

Atemu simply grinned as he leaned forward to take Seto's heat in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the taller boy's penis enticingly while sucking gently on it. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sounds Seto was making, especially since it was Seto Kaiba they were coming from. The pharaoh continued to use his one hand to manipulate the blue-eyed boy's soft testes as he bobbed his head up and down slowly, trying to make Seto scream even louder.

The young CEO trembled as he continued to writhe on top of the table, knocking his lamp and various pens off the desk. His body was going crazy at the attentions as a pressure started to build deep inside of his loins. Seto moved to bury his face in to his hands, biting at the belt to try and silence himself before he made any more noises he would regret.

The pharaoh quirked an eyebrow as he looked at Seto, noticing that the young CEO was still trying to keep silent. A slightly mischievous grin crossed his face before he started to gently graze his teeth along the sensitive member in his mouth, trying to see how long Seto could keep quiet under such punishment. While he was doing that he continued to gently massage the blue-eyed teenager's orbs as his free hand moved downwards towards the sensitive opening of Seto's cute and perky rear.

Seto hissed slightly in to the belt, eyes snapping shut as he struggled hard to ignore what Atemu was doing to his body. He refused to submit, to give in to temptation and let his naughty, shameful urges to win over his logic. If there was anything Seto Kaiba was known for, it was his incredible stubborn streak.

The Pharaoh sucked slightly before twirling his tongue again, watching Seto's reaction carefully to see what would bring him the most pleasure. His hand continued to slowly move downward towards its destination as Atemu used his mouth, tongue, and hand to keep Seto's attention away from what was about to happen next. Finally, the tri-color haired teenager released Seto's heat, leaned back, and grinned. "Trap card open."

"H-hnn...?" Seto opened an eye half-lidded to peer down at Atemu.

Atemu smirked wickedly before he slowly slipped a finger inside of the CEO.

"FWAH-!" Seto arched upwards as his eyes widened, a shiver running up his spine as he felt the Pharaoh's finger enter his rump, which created a rather strange yet oddly pleasurable and quite intense sensation. "H-HYAA!"

The Pharaoh's grin increased as he watched Seto squirm, the CEO's hips arching upwards in an open invitation even as he verbally resisted the attentions. He moved the finger around slowly before inserting another, which he moved in a scissor-like gesture to help spread open the CEO wide. Seto cried out again, his hips bucking slightly as he unconsciously rolled on to his stomach.

"A-ah... Atem... Ate... Ah...!" Seto moaned, then bit his lower lip to try and silence himself. "Nnngh-!"

"Hm, there's no point in resisting so much, Seto," Atemu purred, moving his fingers in and out of Seto's body at a steady rhythm. "You'll be screaming my name quite loudly soon enough!"

Seto glared back defiantly, still biting his lower lip, as he didn't trust himself to open his mouth. Atemu simply shrugged at the glare, still grinning brightly. He quickly slid his fingers out of Seto, noticing the slight noise of protest that the CEO made before he could help it. Atemu patted Seto's rear affectionately, feigning not to notice Seto's murderous glare.

"It's all right, Seto... I won't leave you empty much longer," the Pharaoh teased before he unzipped his pants to reveal his own member, which was hard, erect, and throbbing slightly with intense need that matched his rival's.

Seto's eyes bugged out as he stared at what was now exposed before him, absently noting that Atemu's "carpet matched the drapes"; or in other words, the Pharaoh's pubic hair was as colorful as the hair on the tri-colored teen's head.

Atemu seemed to revel at the attention Seto was giving him, causing his smile to become even wider than before. Smugly he then gripped the CEO's hips firmly and brought them closer to his own gently.

The action startled Seto out of his slight trance. "Wha-!" he yipped in surprise. "O-oi!"

"This is your last chance, Seto," Atemu said in a surprisingly almost grave tone, as his expression suddenly grew serious. "Tell me to stop and I will. No more games, no more posturing. Just say the word and I won't."

Seto stared at Atemu. His mind screamed that he should say anything, do anything to stop it. However, he couldn't bring himself to make a single sound. He stayed totally silent. Atemu held Seto's eyes, looking for any sign of resistance; any sign at all that Seto did not want him to continue. Seto's gaze wavered before he managed to force out the best smirk he could despite the circumstances.

"Hmph." Seto snorted.

Atemu blinked before his grin returned, victorious. "God Hand Crush~!" the Pharaoh whispered, almost in a sing-song manner, while taking great pleasure in the expression on Seto's face at the very idea of him comparing himself to Obelisk. He took even greater pleasure in the blue-eyed boy's expression at the exact moment that his "Obelisk" entered Seto's body. His rival and now lover's reaction to being penetrated by him felt greater than any other aphrodisiac in existence.

"AH!" Seto gasped as he arched his back, trembling all over as he felt the tri-color haired teenager fill him completely.

There was only a moment's pause while Atemu purred huskily and enjoyed the intense feeling of their union. However, once that moment ended, the Pharaoh let out a low growl before he bucked his hips forward as he pulled Seto's own towards him, wanting to drive his burning hot erection deeper into Seto's equally hot and wonderfully tight rear.

Seto screamed out in surprise before moaning, spreading his legs slightly as his legs dangled off the side of the desk, his hips pricked up slightly. His eyes started to water at the intense pleasure coursing through him as he felt Atemu thrust in to him, moving his hips in to each stroke to ensure the deepest penetration possible.

"Seto..." Atemu growled, his grin rather predatory as he buried himself to the hilt inside of his lover's firm rear before nearly withdrawing himself completely, only to repeat the cycle rather swiftly. He rocked steadily faster and faster with each intense thrust in to the CEO's hot tightness, making an already divine act even more pleasurable. "My Seto..."

"AH... HAH... ahhh... nnn...!" Seto moaned, his eyes glazing over as he felt a pleasurable pressure building inside of him, making him feel even fuller than by simply being filled by Atemu's penis; it was as if the pharaoh was filling him with his very essence, which touched his every nerve and even the very fiber of his being, making him feel incredible all over. He would have made some form of protest at Atemu claiming ownership over him as if he were some sort of property, but he was far too busy making other kinds of noises.

The Pharaoh continued to make a low growling noise at the back of his throat as he intensified his movements, wanting to drive Seto further in to pleasure to drive his lover practically mad with it. The very image of Seto Kaiba losing control before him, because of his own actions, his own hands and other parts of his body, was like a drug, only intensifying his own pleasure.

Seto tilted his head backwards as his cries grew more and more feverish as he felt the pressure building inside of him to nearly unbearable limits, making him feel as if he were about ready to explode at any moment. Atemu was driving him wild, sending him to new heights of pleasure with every thrust, every touch, and every moan.

Atemu rocked faster still in to Seto, using one hand to pull him closer while the other slipped around to grasp his lover's neglected erection, which throbbed delicately in his grasp. He wrapped his fingers gently but firmly around the hot length, stroking it up and down to the same rhythm as his thrusts. He grinned smugly as he heard Seto cry out even louder than before due to his manipulations, bringing forth further pleasure for both of them

Tears trickled down the young CEO's cheeks as he bucked back slightly in to Atemu, starting to move his own hips in time with the Pharaoh's, subconsciously submitting to his body's desperate need for more pleasure even while if he were still thinking coherently he would not. His defenses were melting away in to puddles of pleasured goo as he felt the delicious pressure grow nearly unbearable inside of him. Something was coming, and coming fast.

"Yessss..." Atemu hissed as he rocked as fast as his body would allow, his body tense as he also drew nearer to his own needed climax. He grunted and jerked his hips hard, throwing his full force in to each movement to penetrate his penis deeper and more firmly into his lover's tight, hot buttox as he neared the end of his limit. "Seto... SETO..."

"Ah... AH... AH...!" Seto moaned, his eyes snapping shut as a thick haze started to fill his mind. His every sense was filled with Atemu and what they were doing; the almost violent thrusts of their hips as they crashed into each other like waves at the ocean, sending ripples of pleasure through every cell in his body. He could hear his pharaoh's moans; still taste his tongue on his own, and the intensely strong scent of their combined lustful mating seemed to only add to the fog that permeated his brain. "ATE-!"

"Say it... say my name!" Atemu growled with a feral grin, surprisingly coherent even as he made one last thrust, the tip of his erection hitting that one spot inside of Seto that shook the very core of the blue-eyed boy's being.

"ATEMUU-!"

Seto jerked awake, sitting upright in his chair as his eyes darted around the office. He gasped for breath, face still flushed as he brushed back his bangs. After taking a moment to gather his bearings, he grimaced and glanced down at himself. His clothes were disheveled and uncomfortable, the front of his pants wet and sticking to him in very unpleasant ways. He paused before glancing around the office again, finding it dark and undisturbed.

And most definitely empty.

Seto stared blankly at his surroundings before turning his gaze to his desk, to see the papers and pen looking back at him tauntingly. No sign of any activities, any struggle, absolutely no signs that he had ever been with anyone else in that office.

Atemu had never visited him, he had never been undressed, and the two of them did not have any intimate contact. It had been a dream. That explained everything - Atemu's sudden appearance, his bizarre and perverse behavior, and even how easily the Pharaoh had managed to win him over. It had been nothing more than a sick wet dream - where Atemu did what Seto wanted him to do, rather than what he actually would have done. Atemu would never really act that way around him. Atemu preferred the icy cold touch of death to the touch of Seto Kaiba.

The young CEO continued to stare at the desk as that thought repeated itself over and over in his mind before his expression started to twist with rage, fire bubbling up inside of him like a volcano threatening to explode. With a snarl, Seto stood up sharply and reached forward for the nearest object, his office lamp. He ripped it upwards, tearing the light's plug out of the wall socket, before flinging it towards the wall with a scream of rage.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Seto shrieked as the lamp smashed against the wall by the door, shattering violently so that pieces went flying everywhere. Huffing for breath, the young CEO glared at the ruined bits of the lamp on his floor.

"N-Ni... Niisama?"

Seto immediately tensed and looked towards the door sharply. Mokuba stood in the doorway in shock, holding the tray of food and drinks in one hand and his other against the doorknob. He looked completely stunned, frozen in place save for a small tremor running through out his body, as the lamp had apparently narrowly missed his head when he had entered at the exact wrong time. The older Kaiba hesitated, then grimaced before sinking back in to his chair with a groan. He held his face, leaning forward slightly as the chair squeaked.

Mokuba hesitated before he timidly moved forward, feeling very alarmed and concerned for his big brother, despite the shock he had just suffered. "Niisama...?"

Seto didn't reply, keeping his face covered.

"Niisama, are you... alright?" Mokuba asked, though he already knew the answer to the question.

"...Mokuba. Please call the limo. I want to go home." Seto grunted through his hands. Mokuba blinked, then nodded sharply before setting the tray down on the desk.

"Okay, Niisama... just wait here!" Mokuba hurried towards the door, hesitating long enough to glance back at Seto in obvious concern before hurrying out the door to call the limo.

Seto remained silent, listening to the sound of Mokuba's footsteps down the hall until they nearly disappeared. The young CEO hesitated before removing his hands, glancing down at his pants to look at the large wet spot. He stared for a moment, then leaned back in his chair and brushed back his bangs before closing his eyes with a weary sigh.

"...Bastard..."