Stars

Hello all, welcome to my second adult rated ff.
I want to say thank you to all who read my other fic and to Mishiko Shinsei for reviewing it. Glad you liked it, dear.

As for this, I still suck at lemons, but I seem to be better at humor so there is a lot of that. Pairing is still priestxkaiba. Enjoy.

-II-

Stars

Looking back, Seth found it hard to believe that he hadn’t liked winter. Certainly after living in Egypt’s scorching deserts, he was a little put off by the numbing cold which managed to seep into every nook and cranny, but that was soon taken care of. In addition to making sure that central heating stayed on 24/7 for his benefit, Seto had taken some creative steps to keep his other half warm and non-hypothermic throughout the colder months…because he was such a caring individual, but mostly because he wanted an end to ‘that ungodly bitching and whining’.

Thus, every winter the former priest of Egypt was happily reminded that though the sun burned hot, lust burned hotter, warming him inside, out and all around. He closed his eyes to the slowly brightening darkness outside and moaned softly in response to Seto’s body moving on his. Tipping his head back to receive more kisses along his neck, he unexpectedly managed to ask. “What is that sound?”

“Who cares?” Came the slightly irritated reply, but that was understandable. How could the lord and master of the mansion be bothered with something so trivial when his energies were being exerted over something far more pleasurable? Unfortunately, the object of his pleasure liked to tease.

“The house could be burning down…” Seth suggested huskily once his lips were freed from a particularly passionate kiss.

“Hn…” Seto pressed a few more kisses to his collarbone before nudging his lover’s legs apart with his knee. “This floor is fireproof, we’ll be fine.”

The priest tightened his hands along Seto’s back and arched once he felt two slick fingers enter him slowly. He urged his recalcitrant body to relax against the intrusion. “Someone could be stealing all your valuable secrets.”

The CEO didn’t look up from where he was lavishing his darkness’s nipple. “Security knows what to do.” He gave a slight nip and smirked at the surprised whimper he received.

“And what if it’s the terrorists aiming a nuclear missile?”

Seto looked up, raised a quizzical eyebrow and shrugged. “Mokuba knows what to do.”

At this, Seth laughed and he used a free arm to bring his light down for an affectionate kiss. “You’re joking.”

Seto raised himself up into position. “You can never be too careful. Now, concentrate, will you?”

Seth complied and gave a long articulate moan as he felt Seto enter him in a single fluid motion. His eyes fluttered open and closed again when Seto withdrew partially only to slam back in with extra force. Beneath his light, Seth winced and tilted his hips up for better access.
With a nearly bruising grip on his hips, Seto immediately set up a quick rhythm and once again Seth was left to wonder at the sheer force of the thrusts that did its best to blur the line between pain and pleasure.

That train of thought derailed as soon as Seto angled his thrusts and brushed against his prostate, drawing a groan of satisfaction. Seth felt his body arch up almost involuntarily and Seto was all too willing to accommodate. The brunet pulled his partner closer, wrapping his legs around his waist and increasing the depth of his thrusts. Seth moaned again as tension curled in his stomach and his nerves quivered in exhilaration as they registered every burst of pleasure that slithered up his spine.

“Gods…” Seto growled above him. His eyes were dark and positively charged with lust as he spoke. “You are…fucking perfect!”

For what? Seth would have asked if he were able to form a coherent thought, but that was an impossibility for now. Pleased as he was to voice his delight for his lighter half, he concentrated on the pleasure coiling inside him and fought to keep his erratic breathing under control, to enjoy the feel of his lover inside him. However, like an unpredictable sandstorm, Seto gave him no time to adjust. Without warning, he shifted positions and increased his speed, tossing the priest’s mind back into delightful chaos.

“Mmnn…ohh…!” Seth threw his head back and closed his eyes, willing his voice not to plead for more. It was a difficult task since Seto was as intense in his lovemaking as he was about everything else. Sometimes he teased and other times he got right to business. Now, the feral look in his eyes fairly warned that he had no patience for teasing, but he was determined to draw out both their pleasure for as long as possible.
Seth groaned in frustration and lowered his hand to grasp his arousal and stroke in time with Seto’s thrusts. Soon, his lover’s hand joined his in pushing him closer to edge. Between the moans and whimpers, he could feel Seto clearly; his cock sliding inside him, rough calloused fingers coated in lube and precome stroking his erection and suddenly all the pleasure tightening in him exploded back out. He came with a hoarse cry, fist clenching around his cock and catching streaks of pearly white come.

Above him, Seto moaned at the sight below and bent down to capture the priest’s lips in a possessive kiss. A few thrusts and he came violently. His body was taut like a violin string as his semen rushed out in an eager jet to fill his lover. A few moments passed before their bodies relaxed enough for them to disentangle themselves with massive effort.

Seth fell back in a boneless heap, trying to keep his breathing in check, but Seto leaned over the nightstand to finally switch off the alarm clock that had been going off since they’d started. A soft curse and an urgent rustle of blankets made Seth turn over and he winced at a dull ache along his lower back.

“It’s already 7:15.” Seto was muttering while slipping into his robe and slippers. A chilly morning was no time to wander around in the nude. “I have less than an hour to be at work and…are you ok?”

Seth smiled at his light’s concern and took advantage of their proximity to give him a lazy kiss. “Just fine, though I see you were in the mood to be a little aggressive today.”

“Yeah,” A shadow crossed Seto’s face. “Weird, since I felt like shit all of yesterday.”

Now, it was Seth’s turn to look concerned. “Are you sick?”

Seto shrugged. “If I was, I’m not now. Are you coming?” He indicated the bathroom, where a nice hot shower was surely waiting.

“No.” Seth declined, crawling deeper into the warm blankets. “You go first. Fewer distractions that way.”

Seto rolled his eyes, but went about his morning routine anyway.

-II-

Twenty minutes had passed before Seth glanced toward the bathroom again. His light was nowhere to be seen, but Seth could sense his mind and thoughts of hot water and warm steam were enticing enough to get him to leave his self made cocoon. The former priest looked down at his sticky self with distaste. Yes, definitely time for a bath.

Securely wrapped in Seto’s discarded robe, he made his way into the spacious dressing suite which in turn gave way to the bathroom proper. The majority of the glass was foggy, but the warmth was delicious. Seth unclenched his arms, letting the robe fall slightly open and allow the steam to caress his skin. Seto was in the shower stall, hands clamped over his mouth, engaged in a sneezing fit.

Frowning with concern, Seth headed toward the stall. Of course, his light had to be stubborn and convinced that he was invincible. By all the Gods, Seto was staying home today if he was sick and if it had to be by force, then it was for his own good. Stupid light. “Seto, come out and let me….woah!”

“Watch it..!” Seto caught the door before it had an unceremonious meeting with Seth’s nose. “Clumsy ass.” He muttered thickly while drying his hair with a towel.

“I was just coming to suggest that you stay…” The priest trailed off and lifted a questioning eyebrow. Seto had stopped sniffling and stood still, looking at him as if he were taking in every detail of his body. “What?”

His light’s eagle gaze did not waver as he took three precise steps forward to close the distance between them. A light smirk curved his lips while his fingertips grazed Seth’s jawbone. “Now look, you have water all over you.”

Seth half-heartedly smiled back. Not to say that he didn’t enjoy these intimate moments, but it was so unlike Seto to indulge in pleasure when he needed to be at work. “Uhh…Seto?”

“Right here.” One moment Seto trailed his fingers along the column of his lover’s neck and the next moment found Seth gasping for breath as his light ravished his throat and collar.

“Mmm Seto…ahh…” The priest hissed softly and slipped his fingers along strands of wet hair as Seto moved down to bite and suck at his nipples. While he was just beginning to get aroused, Seto was already hard, precome glistening over the tip of his cock. He arched his back and turned them around, his lips seeking his light’s in a crushing kiss. Seto deepened it immediately, his tongue aggressively mapping each corner of the priest’s mouth while his hands busily attempted to push the robe off his shoulders.

“Definitely in a mood.” Seth muttered as he dropped his hands to relive himself of the last piece of clothing he wore.

“Come here!” The anticipation in Seto’s eyes seemed a little out of place, but it was hardly noticeable behind the excited smile on his face. He dragged Seth into the shower, where he resumed their passionate kiss. He had the priest backed up against the smooth tile wall and trapped his hands behind him.

“Seto, what the hell are you doing?” Seth glared at him in irritation. While the kiss had distracted him, Seto had managed to tie both his hands behind him…with the belt from his own robe no less!

“Be good,” Seto whispered, grabbing the other’s hip and letting their arousals brush all too briefly. He purred in response to the whimper he received. “You’ll like it.”
One hand slid around Seth’s neck for another kiss while the other snaked down to tease his erection. Seth gasped in surprise as the most delicious feelings crept up his spine and then growled in frustration as Seto stepped back. His arms were tightly bound so he could not pull his lover back, but Seto already slid to his knees before him.

Seth watched in fascination as Seto sucked lightly on the tip of his cock before giving it a long lick. He gave a soft cry at the warm wet heat gliding along him. He twisted his wrists in their restraints, but somehow his devilish light had tied him up too well.

“Fuck Seto…” Seth thrust forward into his lover’s mouth, but said lover wasn’t having any of that.

Seto held his hips back with a hand and wrapped the other one around his own length. His tongue moved along the priest’s cock in smooth caresses while he stroked himself in time. He moaned audibly, letting his breath tickle the sensitive flesh near his mouth and earned a desperate cry in return.

Seth thrust forward again. He pushed against the wall, trying to overcome the force of Seto’s hands trapping him in place. He clenched his teeth and growled. Seto looked determined to continue the torture, but there was no way in hell he would beg for it. Not that it would work, not now anyway. Seth shakily drew himself up to his full height and took a deep breath. His voice had to be as even as possible to sound the least bit authoritarian. “Seto…ahh, just…”

Seto took his time looking up. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” He asked with a mock questioning expression on his face.

Seth narrowed his eyes. “Just put it in your fucking mouth.” Even he was surprised at how eerily cold he sounded.

But apparently, those were the magic words. In moments, Seth’s previous iciness melted into pure need as Seto opened his mouth and drew the whole length in. His lips curved into a tight ring, creating a delicious vacuum. Seth cried out as ecstasy hit him fast and lingered where Seto moved up and down his cock with increasing vigor.
His light‘s fingers tensed around his own erection and he moaned wantonly around the rigid flesh in his mouth.

Seth had given up trying to free himself and instead, he clenched his fists against the tile wall, shivering at the ecstasy pooling in his stomach. He was close and knew he wouldn’t last long by the way Seto was taking him deep into his throat, so that the slick muscles there massaged his length, drawing him closer and closer to the edge.

Seto increased his pace to quick urgent movements, heightening the pleasure until the body before him went still and soon his mouth was flooded with salty come. A few more strokes to his own cock and he gave a shuddering moan as his orgasm hit hard. He could feel his seed splash along his fist and stomach and the climax felt surprisingly intense despite the fact that he had come less than a half hour ago. Letting Seth’s softening member slide out of his mouth, he rested his head against the man’s stomach, feeling the erratic twitching of the muscles there as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal.

“Uhh, Seto?” The CEO looked up to see Seth indicate his bound wrists. He reached behind without getting up and undid the oddly intricate knot he had managed to tie in what had to be record time. Seth massaged his wrists, smoothing the indentations down to soft pink welts. Tossing the makeshift rope aside, he raised his light up to capture his lips in a lingering kiss.

“What’s with you today?” Seth asked Seto’s back since his light had turned to switch the water back on.

“Oh please, you liked it.” Seto retorted as he cleaned himself off.

“I didn’t say otherwise. I thought you had somewhere to be.” Seth replied over the sound of hot water raining around them. And truthfully, he didn’t mind. It was different and more arousing than he would have thought, but spontaneous bondage wasn’t exactly typical of Seto. Usually, his light liked to make him wait for it, anticipate it until it drove him crazy. He obsessively respected rituals of sex and pleasure and such respect didn’t usually permit unplanned quickies early in the morning. Seth knew this was unplanned for Seto never let himself get distracted before work.

Abruptly, Seto shut off the water. Before his lover could protest the gesture, he practically burst out of the stall. “Damn it! Work!”

Seth could only watch in open mouthed wonder as Seto attempted to simultaneously dry his hair, brush his teeth and get dressed. Amazingly—or not, he was Seto Kaiba after all— he succeeded and turned to give Seth a pointed look.

“I’ll see you in the evening, alright?” Seto said hurriedly. “We’ll have dinner or something.”

“Ok…” But Seto had already dashed off, leaving Seth to lean back against a wet shower wall. He may have been worried about Seto being sick, now all he could think of was ‘what the hell?’.

-II-

Elsewhere in Domino…

“Die worthless coffee maker!”

With eerie timing, the sputtering piece of machinery did just that, but not before spewing viscous black sludge into the unsuspecting mug below it.
Yami glared at the mess for a good ten seconds before backhanding the mug into the sink and stomping back to the table where Yugi was waiting amusedly with his cereal and toast, which he would now have to wash down without coffee.

“Come on, Yami.” Yugi smiled soothingly and pushed the bowl of cereal forward. “Grandpa’s going to shopping today and you’ll have another machine before tonight.”

“Tonight?” Yami couldn’t remember being more horrified. “What if I need to do something before then?”

Yugi rolled his eyes while thumbing through the newspaper. “You’ll manage. Look, it’s gonna be a good day today.”

“Says who?”

“Says the stars,” Yugi folded the paper over so that the daily horoscopes section lay face up. “Let’s see…Dear Gemini, with the moon transiting Taurus, today will a particularly favorable day to get involved outside the home and make new investments…”

Yami palm hit his face and he groaned. “Yugi, those things are a complete waste of time.”

“…your quick wits may be tested throughout this week, but as Pluto gets settled in Scorpio, it’s also a great time to mix pleasure with business. Mmm, that sounds like it could be really good.”

Yami shook his head, talking simultaneously as Yugi read. “People who write those are obviously scam artists, profiting from a complete mockery of an age old study and….what?!”

“Huh?” Yugi’s eyes widened as Yami barged into his personal space to lean over the newspaper.

“What did you say?” Yami’s eyes darted over the words, trying to pick up the information he needed.

“Er…pleasure and business?” Yugi repeated his last words.

“Shit!” Yami snatched the paper while muttering under his breath. “I can’t believe I forgot…Aibou!” The former Pharaoh called sharply. “Hurry up and call Kaiba. Tell him you need to speak to Seth.”

Yugi nearly missed the receiver thrown at him. Yami was heading to their bedroom to retrieve his cell phone. “Why, is he in some kind of danger?”
Yugi yelled while dialing the CEO’s personal number.

Yami looked back for a second with a confused expression. “What? Of course not, he’s a Guardian.”

Yugi held the phone to his ear and rushed out of the kitchen behind his darkness. “So, what do you want me to say to him?”

Yami appeared to be thinking for a moment. “Ask him if he has a cold.”

-II-

(tbc...)

Notes: So, turned out it was too long to be a one-shot. So I should finish it in the next installment.

Questions, comments, concerns? As always, do tell. :)