Sweet Defeat

Chapter: 1/1 (can become something more if you ask nicely)
Pairing: Yami/Seto
Warning: ignore my grammar or you'll be missing all the juicy details
Disclaimer: I wrote this for my enjoyment and will claim nothing from the series.

A/N: Excuse me for the title. I was over-indulged during the holidays to be creative or get fancy. This is written from Seto's POV.

I disliked Yugi Mutou.

It was a fact mutually known by both Yugi and me. Despite what some morons might think, I considered Yugi as a rival, not a friend because I could not bring myself to like someone who had defeated me... forty three times while I had defeated him but once during Duelist Kingdom. As the one who bear the Game King title, Yugi had never been defeated, at least up until this point. Being Yugi's classmate provided me the opportunities to challenge him in unofficial duels but more often than not, he refused to accept my challenge for other duelists -- most of the time, those from his circle of friends, the rest of the time, a flock of people from other classes. I figured that he would have no choice but to duel me if I ran another tournament but here came a dilemma -- I was a busy man whose only free time consisted of breaks in between classes. Which only meant I could do nothing else but keep challenging Yugi in hope he would agree to duel me. So far, I'd managed to keep my frustration from affecting my performance at school and work but recently, it had taken hold of me and transformed me into a bunch of raw nerves, always ready to snap and insult. I was unhappy... very unhappy.

I considered today a day of opportunities since we had the last period off due to Mr. Sato's sudden sickness. As soon as Yugi picked up his backpack from the floor, flung it over his shoulder, parted with his friends and stalked off, I immediately slipped my laptop into my briefcase and followed him, pushing away my question about his strange decision to walk home without his friends.

Glancing at my watch while strolling down the hallway, I saw that there were forty-five minutes before school ended -- just enough for two duels whose outcome was my victory to reduce the win-lose ratio. Whether he knew my presence behind him or not, he wasn't making any acknowledgement until my long stride brought me in front of him.

"Yugi. I challenge you to a duel monster game."

His eyes roved my figure up to my face. He didn't say anything immediately, the muscles on his face seeming strained by an effort to refrain him from something that I was unable to read. When he answered me at last, his voice held a low and monotone quality, almost bored and disinterested.

"Not today, Kaiba. I don't want to duel you."

I wasn't surprised at his answer but it still didn't mean I wasn't irate by his attitude and the lazy way his legs crossed. He didn't elaborate further as if he expected I understood his cowardice and dread to lose the Game King title. It might well be true, given that he had avoided the same confront once this morning but I wasn't allowing him to do it again.

"You're evading the challenge because you're afraid that you'll lose to me? Hmp, after all, you're just a pathetic little grunt, lucky enough to win a handful of duels and call himself Yu-gi-oh."

His eyes burnt brightly red just as expected. "You're speaking of things you know not of."

"What better can I say about someone who always say no to my challenge? I'm very certain that you're just as pathetic as your friends," I taunted, knowing the best way to get him lose his temper always involved his friends. I smirked a little as his face darkened.

"If I accept your challenge, would you go as far as wagering something this time?" I was momentarily taken back but just as quickly, I fixed a neutral expression on my face to shielf any inner turmoil. As a successful business man, I was accustomed to taking risks, knowing deeply in my heart from my experience and luck that the higher the stake, the more change I could win. If this was Yugi, I wouldn't be hesitant to put on the line the ultimate stake, quite easily because I'd done it with him once before on top of Pegasus' castle. "I'm willing to bet my..."

"Not your life." He cut me off before I could finish. I glared.

"There's no point in taking your life and I'd rather have something else." He said quickly and just as smoothly. "What do you want if you win?"

I mentally went through the list of things Yugi had in possession -- the tiny game shop from his grandfather, his weak cards, the puzzle around his neck, his frayed bag, his ... uh... He really had nothing that I needed. So in the end, I came up with a moderate answer. "You will take my every challenge from now on."

Yugi nodded. "A sound demand. I accept." Then, he walked off with a flip of his chin as if asking me to follow him.

"Wait, Yugi. What do you want if you win?" I asked even when my mind berated myself quietly for doubting my sure victory. Still, I was a thoughtful and rich man so it was sensible to suspect beforehand that Yugi wanted money, something I had enough to give freely at this point of my life.

"You," he answered, not slowing down, fastening his steps even. Confused, thinking that I'd misheard what he'd said, I doubled my speed to catch up with him and repeated the question but I bumped into him since he had stopped walking.

"I want you," he said and sat down on the floor, pulling his deck out from his pocket, shuffling and putting it face down. I looked incredulously, both at his answer and the fact that he wanted to duel like beginners.

"Sit down, Kaiba. I'm not bringing my duel disk with me." He looked up at me, his eyes traveling up the length of my body, taking pleasure in seeing me shudder and realize that he did mean every word he said. Still, I didn't agree to the terms. "If you're confident that you'd win, what are you afraid of? Now tell me, Kaiba. Who is the coward here?"

Before I knew it, I'd sat down opposite him with my briefcase put neatly aside, my legs tucked under me in the most dignified pose I could manage. I pushed everything to the back of my mind as I concentrated on the enthralling duel and victory which I had pictured in my mind perfectly. At the begining, he played some pathetic monsters which I crushed easily with my Blue Eyes White Dragons. With a fusion card in my hand, I planned to take the next step to bring the Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon to life and...

Oh, crap. He was smirking as he flipped a trap card to destroy all of my Blue Eyes. I mourned as I put the three dragons into the graveyard and rearranged my next moves in my head -- it really didn't hurt much because I didn't have to suffer the pain of seeing their projections destroyed. He didn't give me any change to pull Monster Reborn and assaulting me with full force to knock all of my life point. Soon, he had his Dark Magician to deliver the direct attack and wipe me out.

It was still difficult for me to believe my defeat as cards scattered around me like red leaves in autumn. When I recovered from my distress and added the number of defeat to my record, I realized that Yugi had crawled over me and his face was close enough to feel the puffs of his hot breath on my skin. He was having a peculiar glint in his red eyes which I could only interpret as... lust.

"Wh... What?" I blamed myself for stammering as the remembrance of Yugi's want heated up my face. "Someone may see us, Yugi." I looked around and saw that we were in a very dark hallway, the artificial darkness not unlike the one on the blimp during Malik's duels -- how and why I didn't want to find out.

"I don't think I'm into... males, Yugi." I tried again with another excuse, hating my words which instead of coming out forcefully, escaped in weak pleading even if I loathed to admit it myself. Taking hold of my hand on his shoulder, he pinned it down and told me. "Do you think I care that you prefer women, Seto? You lost to the duel and will give yourself to me as determined."

I looked away from the fierceness in his eyes, went over his words and realized that he was right. Gozaburo had taught me to be strong enough to take the destruction of defeat even if it was death. Hadn't he commit suicide just to show me that fact? I was the one who'd initiated this duel and should be grateful that Yugi was asking for sexual gratification and not my life, but who in the right mind would want to fuck the one he hated? Probably, Yugi wanted to humiliate me or hurt me because obviously, defeat was not humiliating enough. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached until I started trembling uncontrollably and my eyes watering.

I flinched as he raised his hand, expecting he would slap me as Gozaburo used to do but his touch on my face was light and gentle. Surprised, I turned my head back to him to see the softness in his eyes.

"Seto, I don't want to force you into anything you don't want. Just tell me to stop and we'll call it off."

What he said further threw me into confusion. He was giving me the choice to stop it. My initial reaction was sheer refusal because I hated pity, especially from my rival who one moment before had wanted to take his frustration out on me. Then, the latter part struck home -- I would have sex with him if I didn't take this given chance.

When I was still debating with myself, Yugi seemed to realize that he needed to do something or I would be taking my time to ponder until nightfall, pressed his lips on mine and lingered there, not quite moving, his lips soft and smooth with a familiarity that I could not explain. My body trembled for a totally different reason from before as warmth spread in the pit of my stomach. I belatedly realized my body's response as I sensed his grin on my lips and covered my groin, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.

"There's really nothing to be embarrassed," he smirked and took my hand off before cupping me with his slightly callous hand. I made an inaudible gasp and the next thing I knew, something wet slipped pass my lips. His tongue, I realized as it explored the roof of my mouth and somehow, my eyelids fluttered shut. When I experimentally touched his tongue with mine, something sparkled inside me and it was heaven as he sucked on my tongue.

I still retained enough rationale to feel his touching my hair and the heat of his desire pressed against my thigh, suddenly delightful in the idea that he was not unaffected by it but when his hand slipped past the waistband of my boxers to grip me, I was consumed in a wave of new passion which had me arch my back and stifle down a startled cry. My arms felt quite useless for a while until I realized it and followed his example to thread one hand in his hair and trail the other down his back. Um... his hair was spiky and stiff with gel, strange but not unpleasant to caress. He made something sounding like a cross between a moan and a growl at the crook of my shoulder, his breath warm, soft and slick but I was not quite right since it was not his breath but his tongue or the combination of both, licking and kissing, I thought in between moans that I no longer cared to keep down.

Never did I expect him to wrench himself violently away when it was feeling so good and so when he did, I felt utterly lost and betrayed, the negative ideas before coming back in full force. Was he planning to ditch me after working me into a mess? If he wanted to hurt me, this certainly was the right time to do it because more than anyone, he must know that after this tryst, I probably would never look at him again because the pain would haunt me into my sleep and every walking day.

Looking up between his fumbling of his pants, he caught my eyes and almost immediately, I saw guilt flashed across his eyes, ceased his smooth forehead and clenched his jaw. He reached up and caressed my face with the back of his hand as he said. "Seto, I'm not leaving you. God, just if you know how much I want you here and now. I love you so much."

Something choked my throat. It took me a moment to open my mouth and asked. "You... said..."

"Yes, I love you, Seto. Since the moment my eyes took in the lovely sight of your face, I've known that you have been mine and will forever be mine and no one else."

No one had ever told me that. His words touched me so much but I was not eloquent enough to express and so I did the only thing I could -- pulling him on top of me, taking his face in my hands, and kissing him with my inexperience and clumsiness. When we stopped, I was too out of breath from the effort to feel embarrassed as he bared my lower body and pushed my legs apart. He dug in his pocket again until he fisted out a package. I read the words out of curiosity, 'Tasteful Flavored Lubrication -- Travel Pack', and felt my cheeks heated further after putting a few things together. He smirked at me, eyes glazed over slightly as he torn it off with his teeth and coated his fingers totally with the substance. I braced myself, afraid at first but it didn't hurt at all when he pushed a finger inside me. It was quite painful when he tried to insert another but when they were inside, it wasn't too bad. He took what that felt like eternity to stretch me until I was quite displeased at the inefficient use of time.

"Enough... Yugi. Just do it," said I, shifting my hips in an impatient move, gazing into his eyes to emphasize my point. What I saw there shocked me -- it was pure restrained desire that revealed in his face and he was trying his hardest to not ravish me right then.

"You're too precious for me, Seto. I don't want to give you any bad impression during our first time but I shall admit that my patience is running as well."

His words warmed me as I thought how much he wanted and desired me and how much I wanted him. I made a noise as he took his fingers away, leaving me strangly empty but my lips went suddenly dry as I took in the shape and size of his erection. He slathered himself, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips but I couldn't tear my eyes away. That was a bit much.

"Do you remember I've told you that I'm a spirit in Yugi's body?"

I brought my gaze up, confused. "You mean... your name is not Yugi?"

"Yami."

"Um... what?"

"That's what I want you to scream as I fuck you."

I had no time to comment or question myself whether I believed in the idea of a spirit because his kiss burnt me with flame and fire too hot that I could do nothing but allow myself to be pulled into its passion, eyes closed tightly, palms under his shirt flatten on the smooth skin of his sweaty back.

My breath was taken completely away from me as he first slipped inside me but my every single groan was swallowed down his throat. It didn't hurt very much, not anything I couldn't handle but the heat and pressure were increasing in such a maddening rate as he kept stretching and filling me. He went slow but steady. I wanted so much for him to stop so that I could marvel at the strange sensation but I couldn't push him out and everything my legs around his hips did just increased his speed. Very soon, my mind was too overwhelmed to think of anything except his tongue and the movement of his hips.

Before long he stopped and pulled his mouth away to pant as I was also panting, needing to take as much air into my lungs as possible. After I could regain some of my breath, I hesitantly clenched several times to test the feelings of having him inside me and saw that he was really sheathed, which sodly made me quite... satisfied.

"How are you feeling?"

I would taunt his hoarse voice if mine wasn't so equally hoarse as I replied his question as best as my state allowed. "Very strange, stretched and hot but... fulfilling. You're inside me, not just inside me but almost part of me like I always want you there." I stopped and frowned at what I said. His laugh made me snap out of my trance. "You're so cute."

Then, he started pulling out, I was again lost, quite desperately trying to keep him inside with my limbs. He disentangled my legs and pushed my legs up my chest before telling me to keep them there with my hands. Blindly I obeyed and a moment later, he was almost out of me but before I could protest again, he had thrust his hips forward and impaled me on his cock. It was incredible and my mouth was free to cry and react to the blazing of fire and heat. There was a name on my lips.

"Yamiii!"

He didn't stop his thrusting even as my name rolled from his mouth in response and his hands touched places that brought stars and colors to my eyes. He fucked me good and well, making sure to bring me the ultimate pleasure before he flooded my entrance with his essence.

We lay together after our session, sated and comfortable with each other for a moment before he slid out. Afterward, we just cleaned ourselves quietly with sheets of blank paper torn from our notebooks, exchanging knowing glances as we recalled what had happened. He helped me to retrieve my clothes and sweetly put them on me but I couldn't bring myself to push him away. It was well until the shadow retreated that I realized our rivalry couldn't explain the wonderful sex and turned speechless. Something seemed change but I straightened my back and acted as if nothing was wrong even as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss.

"It was wonderful, Kaiba."

I noticed also that he had switched back to use my surname but I chose not to comment since I didn't think I could handle intimate name calling in public.

"I feel the same, Yami," I said and walked away as trails of wetness damped my thighs, reminding me that it had been a good fuck.