How It Would Be
How It Would Be
YAY! ANOTHER SETH/YAMI PWP!!!
SORRY! I just can't get ENOUGH! Hope you enjoy!
How It Would Be
It was hard to get the Pharaoh into this position. There he lay, weakened and unconscious on his silk covered bed. Seto smirked slyly as he leaned against on one of his bed posts to gaze lustfully at the display before him.
Yami was naked from the waist up; leather pants still clung to his legs. His creamy skin glowed lightly in the dim light of the room. Yes… it was just how it looked so long ago. He remembered the firelight off the torches bounding off that delectable skin.
But it wasn't the CEO we know that looked upon this form and conjured up those thoughts. No, it was the Spirit of that golden rod returned to him. A lightly tanned hand gripped the Item as dark blue --almost black-- eyes glanced fondly upon the object. By using it, he was momentarily able to control one of Yugi's friends long enough to turn Yami over to him.
Seth's orbs traveled back up to the Pharaoh when he heard a faint moan.
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Yami opened his weary eyes and tried to adjust them to the dim lighting of the room. The first thing he saw was dark blue silk above him, as though he were under a canopy. The next thing he felt was cold air upon his bare skin, and warm silk caressing him underneath.
" Where am I?" he questioned quietly, not noticing anyone else in the room.
" Here, with me," replied Seth idly as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Crimson eyes widened considerably before Yami bolted up, staring at the foot of the bed with astonishment. He knew that voice, though it wasn't as recognizable as it was five thousand years ago.
Seth smirked. " It's about time you woke up, Pharaoh."
Yami's eyes glanced at the Millennium Rod in his captor's hands, and he felt his chest for his own Item, not feeling the familiar coolness of the metal against his skin. His heart skipped several beats.
" Where--?"
" Relax, Pharaoh," cut in Seth calmly, carelessly, as he pointed to his bedside table. " It's right over there."
Yami snapped his head to the right and saw his Puzzle where the brunette said it was, safe and sound. He then resumed back to glaring at his former High Priest, remembering his mutiny and betrayal. It stung him to recall the incident.
" Why am I here?" he hissed dangerously. " What do you want?"
Seth's rosy lips curved higher, giving a smug look about him. " You're here because Jou drugged you," he replied. Yami let out a soft gasp. " And I yearned for your presence. I just had to see you again."
" Jounouchi? How--"
" Don't worry; he didn't betray you like he did with Marik. I only needed his body for a minute. That mutt doesn't remember anything."
Yami scowled. " What do you want with me? You could have just asked." Though he knew that he wouldn't have allowed himself to entertain his rival even if he did ask politely.
Blue eyes gave off a foreign glint as they continued to stare openly at Yami. The Pharaoh forced himself not to twitch with uneasiness at the sight, but he found his resolve failing. There was a raw emotion in those orbs that made him feel… feel like prey.
Seth chuckled ruefully. " Oh, I doubt that, my Pharaoh," he said in a low voice. " You have a knack for avoiding my other half. How you would be when faced against me?"
Yami bit his tongue to stop a bitter retort. He might get into even deeper trouble.
But as to why he was partially freezing anthouthout a shirt, he had no idea. Was he caught this way? Or did Seth remove it himself…?
His face tinged pink as he thought about that possity.ity. His nemesis wouldn't think about doing that.
Dark eyes narrowed in calculation. " What are you thinking about?" he asked, frowning at the idea that he had lost the Pharaoh's interest. Though, there was that color on that handsome face…
Yami growled and swung himself off the bed, refusing to be affected in any shameful way by the Priest and again ignoring him. He still hated him with a passion, and he didn't need to waste his time by staying here.
Seth, however, rushed before Yami before he could move any further. Patience was wearing thin as Yami continued to be unresponsive. He would make his Pharaoh respond to him…
Equally frustrated crimson eyes looked up. " Get out of my way, Seth," he hissed angrily. " I hao tio time for the likes of you."
" Well then make some, my Pharaoh," growled Seth, pushing Yami back onto the bed and placing his Rod on the nightstand beside its companion. " Because this is going to be a while."
Yami leaned up on his elbows. " I don't know what you're playing at, but it is not funny. Release me. Now." He moved to get up again, but he was roughly pushed back down. Frustration and rage began to build the usually calm Spirit of the Puzzle. " Seth, I have no time for this!" he growled.
Seth was growing just as irritated and pushed the Pharaoh down again before straddling him. Before he could stop himself, his desires took over his will and he hungrily kissed the form beneath him.
The first instincti was to push the Priest off him, but he felt the insistent tongue plunge into his mouth and reason quickly fled his mind. Instead his hands gripped Seth's blue silk button down as he was devoured.
The brunette let out a groan of frustration, as the other still didn't respond. He pushed Yami further into the mattress and stroked his tongue with his own. He felt the tongue beneath his twitch andheard the other release a soft sigh.
Seth pulled away then, panting with desire for the other teen. He tasted like a most exotic fruit. Yami simply stared dazedly up at him, flushed and confused.
The Pharaoh was speechless. His breathing was short and labored, having been kissed the hell out of him. He tried to force his vocal chords to work, to ask about Seth's motives, but they all died on his lips. Moments passed before he let out a faint question.
" Why?" he muttered, gazing up with hurt almost in his eyes. The man before him tried to overthrow him and kill him, and here was seducing him. If had the same goal in his mind… What kind of sick game was this?
Seth couldn't find an answer. All he felt was the heat of the room and of their bodies, and the close proximity of their forms. He leaned down closer to the other, noses almost brushing as he spoke and gazed deeply into crimson eyes.
" I…" he whispered hesitantly, almost unsure how to express himself. " I… I love you, my Pharaoh." With that said, he kissed Yami, swooping down before he saw the reaction - afraid of it.
This lip lock was tender this time. Seth took his time and asked for entrance nicely. Yami gave a small gap, but that was enough to encourage him. He carefully explored the mouth before him in worship.
The Pharaoh was surprised to say the least. The confession made to him was just as startling as hearing: " Hell has frozen over". He didn't know what to make of it, but a part of him told himself to give Seth a chance…
The brunette released a moan and increased the pace of the kiss, coaxing Yami's tongue to participate. A few more strokes and the plaint tongue finally slithered against his own. Seth returned greedy and began to put more passion into min ministrations.
An involuntary sound of pleasure escaped Yami's throat, and he unconsciously returned the kiss with more emotion, almost meeting Seth's urgency.
The brunette moaned louder at Yami's response and broke their joined lips to make a hot trail down to Yami's neck with his tongue. He found a spot and began to suck graciously, assure to leave a mark. Yami gasped and squirmed, tightening his fists in silky brown hair.
" Seth--" he whispered sharply, trying to keep his control in check. He must have implied how much he was losing since he felt Seth moan something and suck harder. The crimson-eyed teen threw his head back and let a cry rip from his bruised lips. A slender thigh was pushed between his legs and a slender hand brought his thigh up to rest against Seth's hip. He felt the other's growing hardness against him.
The brunette broke away panting as he gazed down into glassy orbs. He smirked and kissed Yami passionately again, making sure to fully bring the Pharaoh under his spell.
The taller one rocked once, and he heard Yami cry out and return the thrust. Seth pulled away at that moment and stood, reveling in the sound of protest.
He merely smirked slyly and began to undress slowly despite his worn- out patience. He saw the emotions flicker across Yami's face as inches of his skin were revealed. The Pharaoh looked on with a shy hunger in his eyes.
Tantalizing flesh glowed softly in the dim lighting. Curves were accentuated by the shadows cast upon them. Yami bit his lip as his eyes trailed lower to those firm slim hips and to--
Sethicediced the action, he he held back a moan at the look of surprise, embarrassment, and a little bit of shyness in those scarlet eyes as they gazed at him. He bent forward and hooked a hand behind Yami's head in order to pull him into a kiss. Entrance was granted immediately and the Spirit of the Puzzle was fully responding to his actions, which pleased him to know end.
He could faintly heard low moans, and realized that the Pharaoh was the one creating them every time he shifted. Oh, poor Highness, those pants must be too tight. Seth quickly made work of them and slid them past Yami's hips as they rose to aid him. He broke the kiss for much needed air and gazed downward. His slender hand went to his former rival's hard appendage and stroked lightly. Yami bit his lip and groaned, tossing his head back.
'Mm, vocal,' Seth observed with pleasure, repeating the movement more firmly, which elicited a louder reaction. ' Just how how I always thought he would be.' He feasted upon the column of flesh before him, adding to Yami's pleasure.
" Seth…" hissed the Pharaoh weakly, thrusting into that exquisite hand. He tangled his hands in dark locks and tugged him up for a heated kiss. Seth smirked against the breathless cavern then trailed his lips lower down Yami's body, quickly teasing the pink nipples on his way to his destination. The Pharaoh squirmed in his grasp as he licked his navel.
Pre-come stained the brunette's hand already, and he locked gazes with the flushed Spirit before licking the creamy essence off with a hungry glint in his eyes. Before Yami could make a sound, his erection was engulfed in hot, wet heat, and he bit his lip in order not to cry out. Yami's legs spread wider and his hands fisted in soft dark hair, brining the other's head closer.
Seth inwardly smirked and sucked greedily, his suction increasiith ith each passing scream ripped from his lover's throat. When he felt the symptoms of Yami's completion, he increased his efforts to bring him over the edge.
" Uhh! SETH!" Yami yelled, arching almost completely off the bed. Seth drank from him ravenously before pulling away and licking his lips. He saw that dazed and satisfied look of his lover and bent to give him a sweet kiss.
" I'm not done yet, my Pharaoh," Seth hissed seductively ast hst his lips, eliciting a gasp of desire from the form beneath him. " Mm… not by a long shot."
He had earlier prepared a tube of lubricant inside the nightstand, and he fumbled for it while distracting Yami by gorging himself upon the open flesh of his chest. He found it hard to concentrate, however, as Yami kept squirming and writhing deliciously against him.
Seth pulled away; the lubrication was in one hand as it squeezed a fair amount onto his other. Crimson eyes watched with reawakening lust and anticipation as Seth urged his legs wider and slithered his hand downwards from view. Yami bit his lip as the slick finger penetrated his entrance and tried to relax.
The Priest felt his erection throb when his first finger was imbedded deep within his Pharaoh, fighting the desire to just plunge himself inside the willing body. He carefully thrust his finger in and out, watching Yami's face for any sign of discomfort.
He added one more finger, and Yami released a shaky breath, trying to get comfortable. Seth locked gazes with him and nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice to speak correctly. He bent his digits and hit a bundle of nerves. Yami threw his head back and groaned; Seth smirked.
" What… what…?" gasped Yami, pupils fully dilated now.
" That's my little weapon," replied Seth in a husky whisper as he hit it again. Yami saw white before his eyes and clutched desperately at the sheets. His legs spread wider as his hips began to move. Sparks of pleasure went straight to his half-erect arousal.
Seth swiftly added two last fingers and rhythmically moved them within the Pharaoh's trembling body. Yami was reduced to loud gasps and strained cries as his vocal chords became sore from overuse. Seth noticed this and continued his assault with vigor, determined to bring Yami to the edge again with just his fingers.
Dark crimson eyes met hungry azure. " P-please," the Yuugi-Ou whispered. He shoved his hips upward to Seth's fingers but their pressure withdrew, leaving Yami with the same empty feeling. " Please… Seth… I need you."
A jolt of lust shot to Seth's groin, and he hastily withdrew his fingers, lubricated his arousal, tossed the lube somewhere and plunged roughly into Yami's body, making them both scream.
Slender tanned legs immediately wrapped around a lithe waist as Yami got comfortable; he then thrust up - moaning as he did so- to let Seth know that he was ready. With sweat dripping down his frame from restrained release, Seth nodded in return and pulled out all the way to the head before snapping back in.
At every movement, the Priest had the Spirit of the Puzzle shrieking. When he pulled out, Yami moaned at the pleasurable loss, then when the brunette slammed back in, a cry tore at Yami's throat, making his sound like a tortured animal- which he was; the pleasure was so intense, the Pharaoh thought he would die.
Seth leaned in closer and brushed noses with Yami, their breaths and sounds mingling with each other. Hands raked everywhere that was reachable, scratching and creating paths of red fire. Seth brought a hand down to Yami's slightly curved erection and stroked hard, alternating between pumping, and rubbing his thumb over the tip and pressing upon the slit there.
" Ngh… Yami…" groaned Seth, breathing harder and plunging in just as so. " I-I'm going to…"
Yami's orbs seemed to melt into liquid fire as their gazes locked. " Do it," he groaned, moving faster against Seth. " Come with me…"
Seeing the raw desire there, the Priest came with a roar akin to a dragon's while Yami hollered Seth's name. Creamy essence from both Yami and Seth released and stained the sheets. They collapsed and lay unmoving for a while; their only desire was to catch their breaths.
Yami's throat and lungs burned, and he then just realized how vocal he had been and lightly blushed, adding more red to his exerted face. Seth caught the action and smiled weakly, kissing his Pharaoh's cheek affectionately.
" Mm," mumbled Yami and squirmed beneath Seth's weight, turning them on theidesides and spooning the other against him; the brunette still didn't withdrawselfself out. Seth wanted to make a weak protest, but Yami hushed him. " No… stay…" he whispered hoarsely. " You're home now."
Seth looked deep into those shimmering eyes and he nodded, agreeing whole heartedly.
" Yes; as are you, I hope?"
Yami snuggled against Seth's neck. " Yes, my love; of course."
It was perfect, just like how Seth always thought it would be. ~*~
OWARI
SORRY! I CAN'T get enough of SETH/YAMI/SETH! I hope you liked this one. It was sappier in a way... compared to my last one. Please, Read and review!
luv, AL