Unless

Unless

Will edit when I have time. This is the first draft. Tell me if I should continue with
other chapters.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

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The newest spot to hit, weekends or weeknights was Unless. It was a new club,
just built under a month ago, and already it had claimed status as the number one
nightspot.

Seto Kaiba stepped out of his coal-black limousine, flashing the crowd his
trademark smirk. Flashbulbs reflected off of his wraparound black shades, and his
black trench coat flapped with the force of his stride. His black boots clumped
ominously on the pavement. His arms, clasped behind his back, tensed. Seto
Kaiba, truly a force to be reckoned with, smiled coldly at screaming fans and
stepped inside the club.

Unless’ bass swelled around him, seemingly lifting him and carrying him forward.
Within the club were three levels, the highest level being the most erotic and
expensive. That was, of course, where Kaiba was headed.

He barely turned his head to acknowledge the night-blue bar, the couches and
chairs, the silver-studded dance floor, the already-grinding crowd. He stepped
silently into the elevator, pressed the top-floor button with a single, leather-clad
finger, and ascended.

The top floor was done over in shades of crimson and black. The dance floor was
full of beautiful samples from both sexes, twisting and gyrating to the sinuous
bass. Feeling the beat pulse through his veins, Seto Kaiba removed his shades.

Cold cobalt eyes surveyed the scene before him. No one was drunk. They were too
good at this to be drunk. They might be drunk on the atmosphere, or the
proximity of their dance partner, but not off liquor.

Seto intended to be the first person here good and drunk off his ass.

Sliding into a barstool, pivoted halfway to watch the orgy of dance, he ordered a
Glenlivet. He downed the Scotch in one shot, and in doing so, failed to notice the
angel until he was already halfway to the dance floor.

This angel was dressed in leather the hue of blood, which clung to his lithe frame
as he glided forward. His boots made no sound as he walked. His ruby eyes and
sexy smirk were trained on everyone and no one, and the tall spikes of his tri-
colored hair seemed to pulsate in time with the pounding bass…

And, it seemed, with the pounding of Seto Kaiba’s heart.

Never before had he seen such a stunning creature. As the man made his way to
the dance floor, Kaiba continued to study him. He took in every detail, from the
silver-studded red leather collar, to the black wrist cuffs, to the double belts.

And then the angel began to dance. Kaiba stopped breathing.

Abandoning his Scotch, Seto Kaiba stood and stepped slowly out on to the dance
floor. The angel saw him, and threw him a half-smile, but made no further
acknowledgement and kept dancing. His hips rotated sensuously and his legs
moved back, forward, sideways… Kaiba stepped up behind him and began to
grind, matching the angel’s movements with his own.

Turning, the angel faced him, and wrapped his arms around the cobalt-eyed
youth’s neck. Then he closed his eyes.

Kaiba felt himself being lost in the music, lost in the sensation of this beautiful
creature grinding against him, and his eyes slipped closed as well.

He gasped when he felt the angel’s lips upon his earlobe. “My name is Yami,
beautiful one,” he said in a rich tone that sent shivers through Seto’s body. “I
should like it very much if you could claim a room with me.”

“I am Seto Kaiba,” said billionaire murmured, his eyes opening to fix a smirk in
Yami’s direction, “and I would be honored to.”

Yami once more closed his eyes, his breath escaping in a sigh as he pressed
himself to Kaiba and twisted. The sapphire eyes widened at the pressure, and with
the little sanity he had left, he managed to sweep Yami into his arms.

Tossing a fifty at the door manager, he backed into a darkened room. Yami
twisted in his arms and he fell, the angel atop him, on to the plush carpet.

“I want you,” Yami whispered heatedly between passionate kisses. Kaiba rolled so
that he straddled the ruby-eyed youth, and attacked his neck with a growl.
Suckling next on Yami’s earlobe, Seto growled, “The feeling’s mutual…” Then his
head lowered and his teeth found Yami’s collarbone.

Yami cried out at the little nips, grasping at Seto’s back. Seto yanked at Yami’s
shirt, breaking contact only to tear it off and toss it somewhere in the room, and
then he fell to lick, suckle, and nip at Ya peb pebbled nipples. He couldn’t see a
damn thing, and was going by feel alone. He felt his trench coat slide from his
back and crumple next to them; he felt Yami’s nimble fingers on his shirt. Then he
felt Yami’s lips on his own nipples; he moaned.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang. “Mine,” Yami grunted. Kaiba heard the click of the
phone being thrown open. “What?” Yami growled, panting slightly. Sliding to sit
next to the angel, Seto ran his hands along the other’s body.

“What do you mean, you need to find me? I’m kind of—ah!—busy…” Yami
gasped in the middle of his sentence when Seto’s roaming hands found what they
were looking for. Lazily massaging the leather-clad bulge, feeling it twitch beneath
his hands, Seto fought back laughter as he heard Yami’s voice become strained.

“Well then just come in and join us, you Ra-damned—ohh…—fool! Room Two.
And come… prepared.” With that, he hung up. The cell phone went skittering
somewhere across the carpet to slam into a piece of furniture. Yami grabbed Seto’s
hand and held it away from his arousal.

“We’re going to have some company, two friends of mine. I’m sure you don’t
mind?”

“Course not, more the better,” Seto shrugged.

“Lie on your back,” Yami instructed. Seto obliged, grinning in the darkness as he
felt Yami’s breath through his pants and Yami’s teeth drawing his zipper down.
He’d gone commando under his sheer black pants… he was now glad.

Yami’s moist lips on his straining arousal caused it to twitch a little. Seto felt
Yami’s smirk moments before the youth deep-throated him, and he groaned. His
fingers threaded through Yami’s tri-colored hair as the ruby-eyed teen alternated
pressure and suction, milking the flow of precome.

Moments from his release, Seto whimpered at the loss of Yami’s warm, wet
mouth. Yami chuckled a bit, and then stood. He opened the door and Seto saw
two silhouettes, one looking like he was about to knock.

Yami flipped the switch and Seto drew his pants up rather quickly, squinting in
the sudden light. The man on the left, with whom Yami was now speaking in
hushed tones, was tall and slender. His black leather ensemble accented his pale
skin and silver hair, and when his mahogany eyes lighted upon Seto, a smirk
formed on his thin lips. Seto glanced at the other youth. He, too, was tall, and
dressed in a medley of the other twos’ outfits. He wore tight red leather pants, a
black buckled choker, a loose mesh shirt, and cutoff gloves. His boots were black
leather and buckled up to his knee. His golden hair came down over his amber
eyes, but a nonchalant hand came up to brush it away and Seto saw a smirk
identical to those of the others.

Yami turned, and walked to Seto. “This is Bakura,” he introduced the silver-haired
youth, “and this is Jou. They were supposed to join me at the club tonight… for
some fun, if you will. But this may prove to be more fun than anything any of us
could have dreamed up.”

Then moving to Bakura, he whispered in the pale one’s ear. Bakura’s smirk grew a
tad more evil and then he stepped forward. “Hit the lights, Jounochi,” he growled,
his sinister voice sending tremors down Seto’s body and more blood to his groin.
He shuddered
Th
The room was plunged into darkness.

Seto felt himself tackled, and the force sent both he and his assailant onto the bed.
Panted breathing reached his ears, and he felt his pants being ripped off. Now
completely naked, he waited.

Hot skin came into contact with his as the other lay atop him. Lips claimed his in a
fierce kiss, and the other’s cock ground into his. Seto moaned, seeing sparks at the
contact. He felt the presence of two others, close by, in the bed, but he didn’t
care…

The man atop him rolled slightly so that they were both on their sides, and a
slicked index finger slid inside Seto’s opening. He yelped into another mouth, not
knowing whose, but it tasted suspiciously like Yami. Soon two more fingers joined
the one inside of him.

“Are you ready?” An accented voice whispered breathlessly into his ear. Seto
nodded, knowing that the voice was Jounochi’s. A ready cock was placed at his
entrance, and he threw his head back when it penetrated his warmth.

“So hot… so tight…” Jou muttered, having seated himself to the hilt.

Seto reached blindly in front of him; found a warm back. He tangled his fingers in
the person’s hair; finding it long, he realized that Bakura was in front of him.

“May I?” His voice was choked. He felt Bakura nod, and then a hand grasped his
and slathered lubricant on his fingers.

He pushed one, then two, then three fingers into Bakura, stretching the opening
and brushing the man’s prostate, reveling in his deep groans. His own cock was
throbbing, and his body was jerking as Jounochi began to thrust, and so he slid
into Bakura’s pliant body and began to counter-thrust against Jou’s movements.
Bakura cried out hoarsely, and then the sounds of sucking could be heard. Seto
figured Yami was getting a blowjob, but then Jou thrust again and he didn’t care
anymore.

Jou’s hands jerked Seto’s hips into a slightly angled position and when he thrust
again, Seto cried out and buried his head in Bakura’s hair, biting the youth’s
shoulder. Bakura growled, and thrust harder into Yami’s mouth, who responded
by running his teeth over the sensitive skin.

No one quite knew who lost it first, but suddenly all four of them were taken over
with an animalistic need. Jounochi thrust with all of his might into Seto, who in
turn pounded upon Bakura’s prostate so hard that the man screamed; Yami nearly
choked with the force of Bakura’s thrusts.

“Gods… Seto…”

“Ah! Jou!”

“Mmph…”

“Damn…”

These were the varied comments, along with some others, as they hurried along
their race to completion. Not surprisingly, Seto was the first to come, spilling his
seed deep inside Bakura. The spasming of Seto’s opening around Jou’s cock made
him come as well, screaming his release into the pillows. Bakura and Yami came
together and last, Yami not even having to touch his own flaming arousal but
being set off by the force of Bakura’s thrusts into his mouth.

Afterwards, the four lay spent and panting, drawing themselves out of one
another slowly. Seto couldn’t believe what the night he though would be cold and
lonely like the rest of them had turned into. Yami found his hand and squeezed
with a smile to the cobalt-eyed teen that no one could see.

But Seto felt it; as sure as he felt the warmth of the three others around him.

He smiled back into the darkness, turned on his side, and fell asleep to the
rhythmic beating of all four hearts.