Taking a stop for the quickest bite to eat didn't necessitate a few dozen on-lookers.
Being the host of the current city-wide tournament as well as eating with the King of Games did.
If he were honest with himself, it wasn't until the seventh wide-eyed twelve-year-old -- probably not even a participant of the tournament, which of course was for Japan's better duelists - that the attention Yugi received became an annoyance. The cards the teenager signed mirrored those in his deck. The blubbering girls and boys he turned away mirrored the idiots who usually trailed him. Amusement struck Kaiba on how often Yugi faltered on his reaction, but by the seventh time--
They had five hours of dueling and city-searching under their belts. Kaiba demanded a duel for the Egyptian God card. Yugi demanded a stop for food.
They weren't going to get anywhere in some common convenience store.
"Glancing their way only encourages them to approach." And in case that didn't connect the proper dots under the tri-colored fluff: "So. Stop looking at them."
Those were all the words he gave before turning on a heel and purposefully heading back down the side-walk, away from Starry Eyed Youth VII.
There was a part of him that said he was used to praise.
He had been a pharaoh, he was honored--worshiped, even. If Ishizu was to be believed. It was impossible to tell if he actually felt used to praise, or if it was some sort of placebo that he was supposed to feel used to it. No matter which it was, it certainly didn't make him any better at responding.
After awkwardly fumbling through yet another fan interaction--he only said "um" twice, but it was when he almost dropped the pen that he heard soft giggling from his partner's soul room--he also noticed his current traveling companion was just leaving him behind.
"Wait--" He would not run after Seto Kaiba. He would walk briskly, but even that was not easy when chasing a man with the gait of a giraffe. "You don't even acknowledge them? They do support you." He prodded, upon catching up with the other teen, even if he could expect what type of answer he'd receive. "They watch the duels, buy your things... participate in your tournaments. They're just fans."
Why Yugi had insisted he stay in control this long, he wasn't sure. His partner was much too nice, pushing him along with talk about "getting on his good side" and "learning more about Kaiba."
What he had learned was that Kaiba was incessent when he wanted something--which he already knew, the numerous requests to duel for the newly acquired Slifer did nothing to present anything in the category of "more."
(He had also learned he was still quite hungry, since he couldn't get anywhere without either being stopped or Kaiba making him go. Hunger was also not something he was used to, but he at least knew how to solve that.)
One quick glance to his blinking phone confirmed a lack of progress with the search for Rare Hunters. Mokuba had split from them to re-configure the new data into the program running from KaibaCorp headquarters, only Isono trailing in his wake---- which for all Kaiba didn't fancy Yugi in his office, the teen knew how to keep his mouth shut - it wouldn't have been the worst solution - no worse than the look Mokuba had given him, which hadn't deserved a thought, let alone being frustrated by. It was simply that they easily could have stuck together. Or, better, Mokuba could be the one keeping the King of Games fed.
The very same King of whom failed to realize 'just fans' were keeping him from his destination. Yugi might have been better company than most, but that really wasn't saying much.
In any case, Kaiba slid the phone back into his pocket.
Keeping his eyes forward as the teen caught up with him, he stated a touch scornfully, "I'm still amazed to find you without your usual entourage."
There was nothing to say about fans. A few dozen autographed duel disks and plethora more comments on low- and high-grade forums spoke to his own publicity. Beyond that--- well, Yugi would be the sort to thank people for enjoying themselves.
Through another set of sliding glass doors into a nicer department store, and finally, a pause for the elevator. If a pair of high schoolers glanced over, gasped, and thought about asking them for yet another autograph... Kaiba couldn't say why, but they didn't. The scowl he had perfected for groveling salesmen probably helped - he wasn't known as being particularly warm, anyway. The journalists on KaibaCorp's payroll, if he recalled correctly, preferred reserved and stoic.
In any case. About the entourage.
(Mokuba would say he was being unusually chatty - but Mokuba had taken off, so what did that matter?)
It was almost a knee jerk reaction, to want to correct him--friends, he thought. not an entourage--they may be Yugi's friends, but they were his too, just because--
He stopped himself, that was not what Kaiba meant. Kaiba so often refused to believe in his and Yugi's connection anyway, he didn't need to go on some rant about friendship.
(He'd probably heard enough from Anzu in Duelist Kingdom anyway.)
He glanced at the elevator door, as the illuminated floor numbers above dropped lower and lower. "Jounouchi and I split up to search for duels. I am assuming the others ran into him before me."
It was strange, truly, not to have them around. He was not alone--he couldn't be, seeing as he was borrowing Yugi's body--but it was jarring to not be with a group of people. It was... Odd, and he couldn't say he enjoyed the feeling. He had enough of being alone, he quite enjoyed when his friends were with him. Perhaps that's why he was following Kaiba so willingly, just to avoid wandering by himself.
(Not that Kaiba would let him wander by himself anyway, not with Slifer the Sky Dragon now in his deck.)
He took another glance around their surroundings, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Where are we going?"
Not having to immediately battle someone obviously above his ranking would keep the blond mutt in the running for longer.
How smart.
And... "How surprising."
Down, down, down. From ground to basement and further yet - and, right on time, slowing to a stop six floors below. Doors opening to dark wooden walls and pristine white tiles, the hallway curving gently into a miniature reception with a hostess and goldfish pond both. The deepest public building in Domino, if he recalled correctly.
He imagined the French sign spoke for itself, so - without further comment - off the elevator he stepped and on in he went. Better keep up, nerd.
"We've made a pact to duel each other in the finals, it'll make it more exciting if we split up now."
He stared at the illuminated numbers, his confusion silently growing, before the doors opened to reveal the beautiful tiles and a sign with a name he wouldn't even attempt pronouncing.
Other Me, this place is amazing!! It's one of the nicest places in the city! Oh no, we're definitely not dressed right for this. And the cost must be--!!
The former pharaoh quickly moved again to follow Kaiba, having difficulty paying attention to the CEO as he spoke shortly with a host and try to calm Yugi. A few quick thoughts to Yugi, to reassure him they were fine--they were with Seto Kaiba after all, the teen CEO did have some validity to his arrogance--before taking a better look around.
"What are we doing here?" He turned his gaze up to look at Kaiba as he followed him to a table. It all seemed a bit much. Though, he'd be lying if the grandeur was unwelcome when compared to the usual burger joint Yugi frequented.
(Yugi, distracted from his awe at the establishment, took a moment to remind the pharaoh that he liked the burger joint because it was cheap. The pharaoh opted to ignore this.)
"Eating somewhere we can keep our hands on utensils rather than pens."
Turning with a sweep of his coat, hardly allowing the host time to be a step ahead as they strode toward the back-most table. They passed half-full wine racks, sake bottles tall atop dark wooden ledges-- and if Yugi seemed out of place... If either of them, with duel disks in tow, seemed out of place (if they garnered a few side-long glances from black suited figures), Kaiba certainly didn't acknowledge the dissonance. On one hand, he appeared an ignorant, spoiled teenager with a nervous friend. On the other hand, cool arrogance gave anyone the feeling of belonging, and Kaiba pulled the attitude off with superb grace.
He slid into the seat at the table with the same calm poise, accepting a menu from the waiter without a second glance. They were set in the back on plush cushioned seats, the table sequestered from the dining hall and private in an uncomfortably personal way.
Kaiba, as with the looks from black suited figures, paid no heed.
-- Well. Aside from one behavioral amendment. He spoke softly, voice matching the insular atmosphere.
Hopefully Yugi wasn't expecting an easy explanation or comforting platitudes. "Any major allergies I should be aware of? I'm assuming you don't know half of the foods listed, given your background."
Honestly, it wasn't even that he didn't know the foods, moreso that he couldn't actually read them. Was that "la?" "Le?"
Silence from Yugi let him assume his partner did not have any sort of allergies, so he turned back to Kaiba, trying to keep the confused look off of his face.
He was once a pharaoh, he could maintain his dignity enough to not be confused at every little new thing he encountered.
Did that say something about snails?
"No, no allergies." He set the menu down--he couldn't read it anyway. "It's a bit more than I was expecting. Seems a bit extravagant." He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair.
It suddenly set in just how alone they were, even if they were in a restaurant. There were no others to hear their conversation, they were seperated from other patrons--
He did not panic. Nervously try to force a switch with Yugi, yes, but he did not panic.
(Yugi did not allow it.)
"I was just expecting to stop somewhere small for food."
No acknowledgement Yugi had answered him, but his eyes did jump to a particular section the moment the other set the menu down (--- even after he did, the edge of confusion didn't leave Yugi's face. it might as well have been a beacon. did Yugi know he was being that obvious?)
(probably not.)
(at least he didn't feel the need to babble about it. Kaiba appreciated the other's grace.)
"... Pierre's is a usual haunt for businessmen to take their investors. It could stand to downsize," taking the 'small' literally with the smallest raise in eyebrows, "but then, where would you take the party?"
Not the common businessman or for the common investor, of course, but that-- was a thought not even occurring to Kaiba. More than businessmen were the rich looking for a nice place to take the spouse they hadn't seen in well over a week, but that also wasn't something occurring to the teen.
Scowl lightened a frown, he set his own menu down.
There was as much point in asking what the other wanted as there was in asking if he'd rather leave, Kaiba thought. Either were dead-end impossibilities. Better to make it easier for the both of them.
The corner of his mouth twitched upward, just slightly.
Somewhere in his soul room, Yugi was sitting in awed silence that Kaiba had just made a joke. (Something Yugi would never admit, however, was his surprise that his other self had laughed at it.)
There was a short beat of silence, as with Yugi silently observing like a man on safari, the pharaoh seemed to be left on his own. He could actually recall eating either of the choices Kaiba offered, only through Yugi's experiences--a vague, ghostly feeling, a memory of a taste--but he was going to take charge.
"Beef."
He brought his right hand to his left wrist, clicking the latch on the duel disk that still remained. The cuffs released, and suddenly his left arm felt weightless. It was always easy to forget how heavy the duel disk was until it was off him again. It was a relief for his arm, but it also caused him to feel rather naked without it. Especially now knowing he had such a divine dragon resting in his deck.
He had been firm on getting food--it wasn't his body after all, the least he could do for Yugi was take care of it--but he'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't itching to try summoning Slifer, especially with Kaiba being such a willing opponent.
"So, how exactly did you know I was dueling against a God card?"
It could be assumed that his company would maintain a close watch on everything, but it had taken the Kaiba brothers almost no time to arrive to watch his duel (and it was a good thing they did, not that he would admit it.)
Good choice in food. Really, he could respect a preference like that.
-- It wasn't anything so deep. As he moved to call their server over, Yugi continued - and he really should've reacted without pausing, but for a few seconds, all he managed to do was stare. It was probably awkward. It wasn't something he cared to (or thought to) immediately fix.
The server approached. Without breaking his stare, he ordered them both a dish and a complimentary drink - the server bowed, had the grace not to squint at either of their duel disks, and left - and, finally, he broke his own silence toward Yugi.
"As the tournament is sponsored by KaibaCorp, we made a point to monitor every duel in case of cheating."
Or in case of, say, someone in particular playing a particular card.
"With how suddenly they've appeared, there hasn't been a formal decision about the legality of God cards -" Yes there had: they were totally fine, "- But given the spike in Rare Hunter activity, the monitoring has proved fruitful."
Pause.
"You and your annoying friends have been specifically targeted more than most. It isn't too surprising, given your reputation." Just as it wasn't too surprising Yugi hadn't yet lost, even if-- Kaiba's eyes narrowed- he'd come a little too close in the last duel. With a hint of challenge - though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already, he had to hear it - "... You could refuse the duels once you know they're acting against tournament regulation, you know."
Legality of the God Cards. Sure. That's what it was about.
It wasn't exactly the answer the pharaoh had been looking for--but he also knew fully well that Kaiba wouldn't actually admit the answer he was looking for. The fact they now at this restaurant was enough.
As Kaiba went on, he couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped him. He crossed his arms on the table in front of him, staring at the centerpiece in frustration. "If you haven't noticed, they're not the type that would take no for an answer."
Not that he would say no, not that he could when they did things like threaten his friends--let alone threatening Yugi.
"They normally corner us. Force I or my friends into some dangerous situation, and demand a duel." His frustration fell to a smirk. "I can't just allow someone to think they've beaten me." He glanced up from the centerpiece and back to Kaiba. "Which I'm sure you understand."
(If anyone had asked, Yugi would have made a comment that his other self and Kaiba weren't so different after all. Fortunately, the pharaoh, very much did not ask.)
The last line being exactly what he wanted to hear, he matched Yugi's smirk.
"Perfectly."
No harm in admitting that. He sat back, one leg crossing over the other. His phone lit up, but a quick glance and-- another check-in from Mokuba. He'd reply when the food arrived.
Back to Yugi.
"Someone is looking to break into the tournament." Which, if the (blatant) evidence pointed toward anything... "Whoever it is, is most likely the force behind the Rare Hunters' increased numbers."
He clenched his fist under the table. Marik was planning on making a big move soon.
"His name is Marik." His gaze stared at the silverware in front of him. "He's targeting me, though I'm not entirely certain why."
It wasn't a lie. Marik claimed something about revenge on the pharaoh, which he was, but why he had no idea. What could he have done to cause this sort of backlash? To put Yugi in danger--to put any of them in danger... Marik wanted him, but he just had to pull the others in with him.
His stomach made a slight growl, as he remembered just why they were here in the first place. Fortunately, the waiter arrived with particularly delicious smelling food.
He leaned back slightly while the food was placed in front of him, as if attempting to move out of the way. Suddenly he could feel Yugi's jealousy at how delicious the food looked, but he only offered his partner a smirk, staying in control. This was Yugi's idea to have him "bond" with Kaiba, after all.
"This looks great." Which was the closest he could get to offering a "thanks," though he did appreciate Kaiba ordering something for him.
Kaiba's lips thinned at the name, filing it away while flicking his eyes to the approaching waiter. Yugi's somehow wary reaction made the wait worth it, though he couldn't put a claim to much hunger. Before the waiter moved away, smirk remaining -
"Ever eaten anything like it?"
- And immediately after the waiter left earshot, fingers tapping once against his knee.
"-- I don't suppose you know his last name, or where he is coming from? We could research further into him with more information."
"No, to be honest." He grabbed a fork, happily stealing a small bite of the food. It was absolutely delicious, and unfortunately it was a couple of seconds before he realized his face probably seemed dumbly awestruck at the taste.
His expression quickly became serious again, after swallowing his food.
"He's coming from Egypt, that's the only thing I know."
It wasn't much, he knew, but he had nothing else to offer. Well, except--
"I believe he also has another Egyptian God card."
After Yugi's bite - after raising his eyebrow at the continued reaction, which was very, very worth the wait - Kaiba resisted the urge to clear his throat in a pointed way and instead, again, filed away important new information. Egypt. A large country to work with, what with might have been a common name to go off of, but at least they could make a few inquiries into local airlines. If he didn't come by plane, however---
- Another Egyptian God card.
Oh?
Kaiba's fingers stilled on his knee, eyes snapping up to Yugi. He forced himself to take a pause, but couldn't force himself to take a bite. Not with more than a few dozen ideas racing through his mind.
He'd suspected, of course, but to hear Yugi confirm it...
"Ra?"
The look on his face most likely closely mirrored Yugi's over the delicious food. So priorities went.
The pharaoh set the fork down, as he glanced in the direction of the duel disk sitting next to him.
He could still hear Slifer's roar, still feel the sheer power that the God card created when summoned. If Ra was anything more... He wasn't even sure what to expect.
And to have to go against that...
"Otherwise, I know nothing more."
Only that Marik wanted him dead, and was willing to bring down a God upon him to do so.
At long, irritatingly last, Kaiba turned his own attention toward the duel disk still strapped to his arm. He unbuckled it unhurriedly, posture as close to relaxed as he ever looked--- which, of course, meant he was anything put. To think his mind wasn't turning and this wasn't a pull for more time to turn over the new (scant) information was to fool one's self.
Ra. Obelisk. Slifer.
A professional part of him acknowledged he should ban the cards from the tournament until more was known about their abilities. The same part pointed out this Marik targeted his tournament's attendees in vicious, if not potentially lethal, ways. Likewise, he had good reason to believe Marik intended to strong-arm his way into the finals. It would be easy to shut him down from a legal stand-point.
The louder part of him pointed out neither Yugi or his friends had fallen to the Rare Hunters, and Marik would most likely be only slightly different due to his possession of Ra. Moreover, if he, Seto Kaiba, wanted to get his hands on all three Egyptian Gods...
Setting the duel disk aside, he uncrossed his legs and moved forward to take a bite. Unsurprisingly: it was good.
"If he's arriving in Japan with Ra already in his deck, the Egyptian cards must have been left there." Even obliquely referring to him rankled Kaiba. His lips twisted downward. It wasn't a name he liked to speak, and--- oh, who was he fooling? He didn't try to keep the disdain out of his voice for a single second. He practically spat it out. "Pegasus is a fool, but leaving cards in Egypt stretches the limits of even his idiocy. The cards would have sold for millions in the right circles. What made him try to bury these?"
He could practically feel Kaiba's anger, even at the idea of Pegasus. The former pharaoh leaned back a bit in his chair, crossing his legs once again, the food temporarily forgotten.
"They're powerful," The powers of the Gods themselves could not be recreated in a card, but they were the closest physical things. Bringing that reasoning to Kaiba would do nothing, however. "Perhaps too powerful."
His partner had forgiven Pegasus--of course he had--and it was difficult to still feel such anger at the man once seeing that he had already faced punishment for his actions, even if it wasn't at his own hand.
Kaiba, however, had a lot of reasons to feel such anger, and didn't such feelings of forgiveness pushed onto him from the other half of his soul.
He leaned forward again, grabbing his fork. "It was most likely to prevent something like this from happening, and it failed." He took another bite of food.
To say they were lured into a basement was an insult to their awareness of a situation. That said, they had definitely been lured into a basement to team duel a pair of what seemed like occultists, their interest honed on Yugi's puzzle more than Kaiba's money, which, Kaiba found out, was not so unusual for Yugi, which, Kaiba thought, was more a sad reflection of the prevalence of deranged cultists in Duel Monsters than a growing population of cultists in society at large. Amazingly, they were good duelists. Shockingly, Yugi and he squared each other away with the number of times they boosted the other's life points. Incredibly, it was-- enjoyable.
For... a duel in a musty basement, that was. The cultists played well. Yugi played well. Kaiba, of course, played well. The end result was expected but hard-won - the following race through crumbling tunnels networked under a handful of old houses was less expected, but no less exhilarating. Yes, exhilarating -- that was the word for it. Kaiba's breath came in short gasps by the end, chest heaving- and he was more in shape than his companion, who appeared ready to collapse along with the tunnels they were racing through. The light at the end was a literal thing, but rocks spilled at their heels, and there was no way in hell he was going to let Yugi die before he'd beaten him well and proper, so it was only natural that he reached back to try to snag and haul the other teen along by the back of his shirt, stretching his own longer legs that extra bit to hit the mouth of the cave and -- propelled by the roar of dirt behind them - swung Yugi forward, leaped, and landed, hard, on top of him.
It wasn't a pleasant position to be in. The dust settled around them as a verifiable sheet, prompting a coughing fit from the taller teen as he hoisted himself up to a half-curled arc over Yugi, his chest heaving. And yet... Yet, the borderline mean smile that spread across Kaiba's face in between the gasping for air was an undeniable fact. His eyes remained trained down at Yugi, too.
They'd made it. The cultists, bastards that they were, most likely had not. It was a good win.
Unfortunately, he always seemed to getting into trouble.
Fortunately, Yami Yugi certainly could never say he was bored--which really, after 3000 years, that was a blessing.
Not to say he enjoyed constantly having such high-stakes duels, nor that he enjoyed the danger that threatened his friends. What he did enjoy, was the look of shock on his opponents faces as he and Kaiba delivered a final blow. What he enjoyed was standing side by side with Kaiba while the two of them combined their efforts of their strength and wit--they were possibly the best duelists in the entire world, together unstoppable.
What he enjoyed was the adrenaline of victory.
(He did not enjoy being thrown, no matter how necessary it was.)
His body slammed against the ground, skidding slightly on impact, and was then pushed further into the dirt by the larger body that landed on him--also pushing out whatever little air was in his lungs.
After a few more struggled gasps, a few deep coughs from the dust that tried move into his lungs in place of desperately sought air, and luckily after Kaiba had shifted to at least be off of his lungs, the former pharaoh found he could at least breathe again.
His eyes opened just slightly, as he took deep, gasping breaths, and saw Kaiba still looming over him. Yami Yugi's whole body moved as he breathed, before he let a laugh escape him.
"That was close." Each word came out raspy, between breaths, but he couldn't hold back a grin--the type of grin that only came from the adrenaline of barely escaping with your life.
He looked to Kaiba with eyes shining, both from amusement and irritation of dust, and was completely, 100% relieved. They were out, that was good. They were both relatively unscathed, that was good.
They were also still laying on the ground. The former pharaoh finally noticed how Kaiba was curled over him, his larger body practically engulfing him. Kaiba's face was very close, as was the rest of him.
This... was also good, the former pharaoh realized.
Adrenaline. Now there was something worth holding on to.
One couldn't, of course. The danger passed, they were relatively unscathed, the dust settling around them without any further additions from the ceiling, which meant the likelihood of the wooden planks over their heads crumbling down was significantly lowered. The time for adrenaline passed-- but his heart kept up its racing, and the victorious, half-vicious smirk wouldn't leave his face.
Speaking of. Hands set on either side of Yugi's head, his own head dipped lower. A-- want took the place of his fight-and-fight reflex, a want so thick it choked his throat for one brief second. His eyes searched the other's face before sticking, of all ridiculous places, the other's mouth.
Voice a carefully restrained murmur,
"You're out of shape."
And legs settling more comfortably to Yugi's sides, shifting his seat in small, minuet increments until he was off his lower stomach and onto his groin. The position helped some - why did Yugi have to be so small? - but it still made him feel a little too everywhere, a little too spread out, which was not in any way something he was used to feeling. The unidentifiable want just made him need---
Sweaty, dust-covered, and on the floor of a place absolutely disgusting. Kaiba dropped to his elbows, one hand curving in to tangle in Yugi's hair. He didn't do anything more just then, some larger part of him resisting making the first move for-- some reason.
Always better to bait than be caught.
Something like that.
Something like him not being able to catch his breath, and stopping from catching Yugi's lips by a hairbreadth.
His grin fell to a smirk, his eyes narrowing. He was not out of shape, the nerve--
"Sorry I don't have giraffe legs." He sneered, before biting back a groan at Kaiba's movements down his torso. They were just a little too slow, too small to create such a feeling through his nerves. It was too little, just a tease.
His heart was still pounding, his breath was still short, but the dust had settled a while ago.
His lifted a hand to the small gap between them, his hand on Kaiba's chest. He was so close, too close, but not close enough. He felt trapped with Kaiba all around him, but yet he couldn't find it in himself to push him away, not when he was so close--why had he stopped?
"Don't back out now." His lips barely brushed the other's in a smirk, before his hand gripped hard on Kaiba's turtleneck, taking the fabric in his fist and pulling the other teen down to him.
Their lips crashed together. It was sloppy, with an accidental click of teeth followed by inexperienced movements, but just having the other move against his mouth was enough to bring out the slightest moan from between his lips. His grip was tight on Kaiba's shirt, the other moving to wrap around to the back of his neck.
He wanted him closer, impossibly closer, even though he already felt surrounded by Kaiba. Everything was so new and he wasn't sure what he wanted, only that he wanted and he could feel that desire building between his legs.
- Swallow his own words down as his breath was stolen, apparently. Cut off with a muffled protestation, any semblance of dissent disappearing after teeth clacked but mouths remained together. One eye squeezed shut, the other squinted (which did not make for the sexiest of images), but the rush after the wait had his hand tightening in the other's hair, pulling it up in time with a probably too-harsh snag of teeth around Yugi's bottom lip. He'd been going for simply deepening the kiss, but-- well. Instinct.
Inexperienced was a word for it. As was sloppy, and desperate, and everything else all at as warmth curled in his belly and his legs grew oddly shaky. He felt overheated. He felt brittle. They weren't feelings he enjoyed, and he took it out in harsh jerky movements, free hand dragged down Yugi's black shirt to dig, hard, into the teen's hip.
He wanted to move more, but - well, there was a whole lot going on already from the perspective of someone's near first time, his mind fighting a valiant fight to keep an overwhelming haze from settling over it. For the record, the logical side was losing.
The former pharaoh was actually a bit surprised by the growl that came from his own mouth. His grip on his back tightened, his nails digging into the Kaiba's coat, as if he was afraid the other would disappear.
Maybe he was. It was less than half an hour ago that they were arguing as always, and now--and he didn't want it to end, not now, not when Kaiba's hand on his hip was sending an electrifying shock through him, the hand in his hair making his heart race.
He didn't understand. There was instinctual part of him that knew what he wanted--he wanted Kaiba, in his arms and on his lips and between his legs, but he didn't understand what any of this meant. This was unlike anything he had done before, but the sheer want he felt--his body seemed to move on instinct, knowing more about what it wanted than his knowledge or memory could serve him.
He shifted his hips up to grind against Kaiba's, as much as he could while the other still sat with his weight on him. He broke away from Kaiba's lips, a shuddering gasp escaping him. "K-Kaiba..."
He was a mess, with tousled hair, nails digging into his hip, and a growing hardness straining against too tight of pants. Part of him almost wanted to lash out at the other for it, blame him, get angry for putting him in this state.
So his revenge was to let go of the shirt held so tightly in his fist, and slip it down to slide underneath the tight black turtleneck.
Him drawing out that noise-- as heedy as the trace of iron lining his mouth. He must have bitten too hard. He definitely had better things to pay attention to.
Too tight of pants, holy fuck, yeah. Talk about the powers of long unattended teenagers: dick hardened in record time, the ridge of it catching against the one under him, and leather was not conducive to grinding, no matter how good it looked. The fabric caught, pulled and, worst of all, pinched, even with a cloth layer in between. At least it gave fine incentive to get out of the pants. As if he needed any extra incentive with the other's second pair of belt's studs digging into his crotch.
"You-- wear--- far too many belts," said the man with belts on his arms and calves.
He was the one to take the time to let go of Yugi's hair to try to sit up straighter and - oh - first, an attempt a match the rhythm, hips rolled in a harsh drag over the other's groin. Wince at another too-tight pull, gasp out something close to "Shit!" in only a half-good tone, push his hand down square on the teen's chest and bite out, "One second," lifting his hips and leaning back on the other's legs to fumble at the loops and, sloppily succeeding, yank them partially out of the loops and fully out of the way. But then there were zippers to contend with, the fabric strained tight, his fingers oddly shaky, the frustration of being kept from a goal growing. Come on. He didn't need a hand down his own pants to know the dampness would be there, boxer shorts darkening at the head.
... If the boxers were the reason behind zipper's lack of cooperation, he swore to--
-- There. The hand left at Yugi's hip dug its nails in and dragged downward, peeling back the top of his pants with as much focus as possible.
He ground his teeth, as he was pushed into the dirt. The command to wait made him glare and frown--as if Seto Kaiba would tell him what to do, and he liked his belts, that brat--but then it was all hands and fingers brushing his hips and thighs and that shut him up fast.
Kaiba pulled his pants lower, and though he loved the clothes in every other situation--they made his ass look fantastic--he was cursing them now. He found himself lifting his hips again, reaching down to assist and maneuver himself out of the tight leather. He bit down on his lips hard to keep from groaning at the relief felt as his cock was freed from the constricting material.
He was thankful, but he didn't want to allow such dominance so easily.
He smirked mischievously, reaching up to wrap his fists around the belts that adorned Kaiba's upper arms, using them to pull himself up into more of a sitting position, stealing Kaiba's lips in a kiss again, before trailing down and nipping at his jaw. "You seem to be taking after me in that regard," His fists tightened around the belts for emphasis. In the new sitting position, his erection was stuck between them--still clothed in boxers, but at least he could breathe--and he could feel Kaiba's pressing against him also.
He trailed one hand down, keeping one held tightly to Kaiba's arm, while the other palmed over the brunette's pants to the rigid shaft straining beneath the fabric. He smirked, doing slow, teasing strokes through the cloth.
Hah. Kaiba catches sight of the bitten lip, feeling the clench of fingers against his hips. Things always went smoother when they went his way. Yugi should've known that by now.
That wasn't to say the other hoisting himself up entirely upset him. He let his lips be captured, just as he let the other take to his jawline - and if it sent a shiver down his back and kicked the warmth in his gut into racing lower, well, it was all intentional. Similar to his mouth parting, similar to his hand tightening around Yugi's hardening cock, thumb slipping up to flick over the slit. He barely, barely restrained himself from shying away from the touch, feeling oddly over-sensitive. A shuddering exhale fell, and for a hazy moment he cursed again their height difference.
But then he had his free hand loping under Yugi's arm to spread across his back, legs bracketing the slight torso, his own hips angled up, into the motion that felt like too much. Cheeks flushed, voice uncharacteristically strangled,
and most importantly, eyebrow cocked in challenge,
he breathed, "Well? It won't unzip itself."
careful what you wish for (aka uh oh yami's gettin sassy)
He gasped as Kaiba played with the tip of his cock, taking a quick shuddering breath. He buried his face in Kaiba's neck, nuzzling him once before nipping at where his jaw met his neck. He held himself back, even if what all he wanted to do was rock into the taller man's hand and get that much closer to release. He wanted to, but that would be giving in.
He rolled his eyes a bit at the comment. "You can be so annoying." He muttered, before pulling his hands away to push roughly against Kaiba's shoulders. He pushed the other boy away, strong enough to be able to shimmy out his legs from under him, before pushing him down so his back was in the dirt. "Fine, if you're going to be so demanding." He continued muttering under his breath, holding Kaiba's hip in one hand, and undoing his pants with the other.
He pulled down the pants and boxers as if they were offensive to him. He crawled in between Kaiba's legs, as he kept one hand gripping Kaiba's hand to keep him on the ground, just in case he tried to push him back to being on the bottom. His other hand grasped Kaiba's shaft, stroking him, slowly, teasingly, before leaning down and taking the head into his mouth.
While one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, Kaiba let this one--- slide. The nuzzling, that was; fingers slick, he leisurely stroked Yugi's cock, wrestling his own breath under such tight control it was obvious enough to be not worth the effort.
"At least you're a fast learner."
Moreover, it shattered like fine porcelain the second his back hit the ground and Yugi thwarted his half-barked, "Watch it!" struggle upward with a single hand, the other dragging his clothing down (- finally -), hand wrapping around - "Ah, - and - breath caught in his throat, hips jerking up in one sharp reflex, hopefully not choking Yugi-- though if it did, he deserved it, damn him--
Yugi got what he wanted. The surprise wet warmth engulfing him temporarily stalled his words, a low, rumbling moan taking its place. Still tense over being on his back, still not entirely yielding, but congratulations on being the first to render Seto Kaiba speechless.
The former pharaoh did not appreciate the sudden hip jerk, as if the other was trying to choke him. He continued nonetheless, only hesitating just a moment to try to settle his gag reflex before he continued bobbing his head up and down Kaiba's cock. Though that hip jerk nearly had him gagging, he did succeed in stopping the brunette's annoying comments. ("fast learner", oh, I'll teach you something--) Overall, he felt quite successful.
Well, Kaiba hadn't shut up completely, but that moan was absolutely preferred. If he could just draw out that noise again... He could feel the strain of his own erection, but that could wait another moment if it meant he could reduce Kaiba to such a state.
One hand was kept in a grip on Kaiba's hip, now a little tighter in an attempt to prevent any sort of sudden, gag-inducing reflexes, while the other moved to attend to what he couldn't fit into his mouth.
Speaking of fast learners, Kaiba figured out quite quickly that laying flat left him too open. His back arched and leg muscles quivering in sloppily applied self-restrain, he had the insane thought that this wouldn't do at all, that he'd come apart at the seams far before he should, and all while splayed out like some inexperienced whelp. The thoughts galvanized him to struggle upward, though he hadn't calculated for the visual on top of the physical. To catch hollowed cheeks, and mused hair, streaks of dirt - less focus on the dirt - amid streaks of blond, pink lips stretched around him, and.
Suffice to say, the plan to regain dignity backfired.
He curled as a man under a heavy burden, inner cheek bit hard to keep another embarrassing noise from escaping. But that meant nostrils flared wide to take in air, and his hands once more laced through Yugi's hair, fingers - borderline gentle - only to increase in pressure and, in an escalating landslide, the whole of his body strain. Strain toward heat, toward the wet enveloping him, the noise leaving his throat a low keen.
Not yet. Judging by the way he near attempted to choke Yugi, though, the hand on the back of the other's head reflexively pressing down, hips straining up against the resistance, it was a close thing.
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Being the host of the current city-wide tournament as well as eating with the King of Games did.
If he were honest with himself, it wasn't until the seventh wide-eyed twelve-year-old -- probably not even a participant of the tournament, which of course was for Japan's better duelists - that the attention Yugi received became an annoyance. The cards the teenager signed mirrored those in his deck. The blubbering girls and boys he turned away mirrored the idiots who usually trailed him. Amusement struck Kaiba on how often Yugi faltered on his reaction, but by the seventh time--
They had five hours of dueling and city-searching under their belts. Kaiba demanded a duel for the Egyptian God card. Yugi demanded a stop for food.
They weren't going to get anywhere in some common convenience store.
"Glancing their way only encourages them to approach." And in case that didn't connect the proper dots under the tri-colored fluff: "So. Stop looking at them."
Those were all the words he gave before turning on a heel and purposefully heading back down the side-walk, away from Starry Eyed Youth VII.
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He had been a pharaoh, he was honored--worshiped, even. If Ishizu was to be believed. It was impossible to tell if he actually felt used to praise, or if it was some sort of placebo that he was supposed to feel used to it. No matter which it was, it certainly didn't make him any better at responding.
After awkwardly fumbling through yet another fan interaction--he only said "um" twice, but it was when he almost dropped the pen that he heard soft giggling from his partner's soul room--he also noticed his current traveling companion was just leaving him behind.
"Wait--" He would not run after Seto Kaiba. He would walk briskly, but even that was not easy when chasing a man with the gait of a giraffe. "You don't even acknowledge them? They do support you." He prodded, upon catching up with the other teen, even if he could expect what type of answer he'd receive. "They watch the duels, buy your things... participate in your tournaments. They're just fans."
Why Yugi had insisted he stay in control this long, he wasn't sure. His partner was much too nice, pushing him along with talk about "getting on his good side" and "learning more about Kaiba."
What he had learned was that Kaiba was incessent when he wanted something--which he already knew, the numerous requests to duel for the newly acquired Slifer did nothing to present anything in the category of "more."
(He had also learned he was still quite hungry, since he couldn't get anywhere without either being stopped or Kaiba making him go. Hunger was also not something he was used to, but he at least knew how to solve that.)
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The very same King of whom failed to realize 'just fans' were keeping him from his destination. Yugi might have been better company than most, but that really wasn't saying much.
In any case, Kaiba slid the phone back into his pocket.
Keeping his eyes forward as the teen caught up with him, he stated a touch scornfully, "I'm still amazed to find you without your usual entourage."
There was nothing to say about fans. A few dozen autographed duel disks and plethora more comments on low- and high-grade forums spoke to his own publicity. Beyond that--- well, Yugi would be the sort to thank people for enjoying themselves.
Through another set of sliding glass doors into a nicer department store, and finally, a pause for the elevator. If a pair of high schoolers glanced over, gasped, and thought about asking them for yet another autograph... Kaiba couldn't say why, but they didn't. The scowl he had perfected for groveling salesmen probably helped - he wasn't known as being particularly warm, anyway. The journalists on KaibaCorp's payroll, if he recalled correctly, preferred reserved and stoic.
In any case. About the entourage.
(Mokuba would say he was being unusually chatty - but Mokuba had taken off, so what did that matter?)
"I can't imagine they got bored."
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He stopped himself, that was not what Kaiba meant. Kaiba so often refused to believe in his and Yugi's connection anyway, he didn't need to go on some rant about friendship.
(
He'd probably heard enough from Anzu in Duelist Kingdom anyway.)He glanced at the elevator door, as the illuminated floor numbers above dropped lower and lower. "Jounouchi and I split up to search for duels. I am assuming the others ran into him before me."
It was strange, truly, not to have them around. He was not alone--he couldn't be, seeing as he was borrowing Yugi's body--but it was jarring to not be with a group of people. It was... Odd, and he couldn't say he enjoyed the feeling. He had enough of being alone, he quite enjoyed when his friends were with him. Perhaps that's why he was following Kaiba so willingly, just to avoid wandering by himself.
(Not that Kaiba would let him wander by himself anyway, not with Slifer the Sky Dragon now in his deck.)
He took another glance around their surroundings, and his brows furrowed in confusion. "Where are we going?"
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How smart.
And... "How surprising."
Down, down, down. From ground to basement and further yet - and, right on time, slowing to a stop six floors below. Doors opening to dark wooden walls and pristine white tiles, the hallway curving gently into a miniature reception with a hostess and goldfish pond both. The deepest public building in Domino, if he recalled correctly.
He imagined the French sign spoke for itself, so - without further comment - off the elevator he stepped and on in he went. Better keep up, nerd.
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He stared at the illuminated numbers, his confusion silently growing, before the doors opened to reveal the beautiful tiles and a sign with a name he wouldn't even attempt pronouncing.
Other Me, this place is amazing!! It's one of the nicest places in the city! Oh no, we're definitely not dressed right for this. And the cost must be--!!
The former pharaoh quickly moved again to follow Kaiba, having difficulty paying attention to the CEO as he spoke shortly with a host and try to calm Yugi. A few quick thoughts to Yugi, to reassure him they were fine--they were with Seto Kaiba after all, the teen CEO did have some validity to his arrogance--before taking a better look around.
"What are we doing here?" He turned his gaze up to look at Kaiba as he followed him to a table. It all seemed a bit much. Though, he'd be lying if the grandeur was unwelcome when compared to the usual burger joint Yugi frequented.
(Yugi, distracted from his awe at the establishment, took a moment to remind the pharaoh that he liked the burger joint because it was cheap. The pharaoh opted to ignore this.)
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Turning with a sweep of his coat, hardly allowing the host time to be a step ahead as they strode toward the back-most table. They passed half-full wine racks, sake bottles tall atop dark wooden ledges-- and if Yugi seemed out of place... If either of them, with duel disks in tow, seemed out of place (if they garnered a few side-long glances from black suited figures), Kaiba certainly didn't acknowledge the dissonance. On one hand, he appeared an ignorant, spoiled teenager with a nervous friend. On the other hand, cool arrogance gave anyone the feeling of belonging, and Kaiba pulled the attitude off with superb grace.
He slid into the seat at the table with the same calm poise, accepting a menu from the waiter without a second glance. They were set in the back on plush cushioned seats, the table sequestered from the dining hall and private in an uncomfortably personal way.
Kaiba, as with the looks from black suited figures, paid no heed.
-- Well. Aside from one behavioral amendment. He spoke softly, voice matching the insular atmosphere.
Hopefully Yugi wasn't expecting an easy explanation or comforting platitudes. "Any major allergies I should be aware of? I'm assuming you don't know half of the foods listed, given your background."
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Honestly, it wasn't even that he didn't know the foods, moreso that he couldn't actually read them. Was that "la?" "Le?"
Silence from Yugi let him assume his partner did not have any sort of allergies, so he turned back to Kaiba, trying to keep the confused look off of his face.
He was once a pharaoh, he could maintain his dignity enough to not be confused at every little new thing he encountered.
Did that say something about snails?
"No, no allergies." He set the menu down--he couldn't read it anyway. "It's a bit more than I was expecting. Seems a bit extravagant." He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair.
It suddenly set in just how alone they were, even if they were in a restaurant. There were no others to hear their conversation, they were seperated from other patrons--
He did not panic. Nervously try to force a switch with Yugi, yes, but he did not panic.
(Yugi did not allow it.)
"I was just expecting to stop somewhere small for food."
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(probably not.)
(at least he didn't feel the need to babble about it. Kaiba appreciated the other's grace.)
"... Pierre's is a usual haunt for businessmen to take their investors. It could stand to downsize," taking the 'small' literally with the smallest raise in eyebrows, "but then, where would you take the party?"
Not the common businessman or for the common investor, of course, but that-- was a thought not even occurring to Kaiba. More than businessmen were the rich looking for a nice place to take the spouse they hadn't seen in well over a week, but that also wasn't something occurring to the teen.
Scowl lightened a frown, he set his own menu down.
There was as much point in asking what the other wanted as there was in asking if he'd rather leave, Kaiba thought. Either were dead-end impossibilities. Better to make it easier for the both of them.
"Beef or pork?"
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Somewhere in his soul room, Yugi was sitting in awed silence that Kaiba had just made a joke. (Something Yugi would never admit, however, was his surprise that his other self had laughed at it.)
There was a short beat of silence, as with Yugi silently observing like a man on safari, the pharaoh seemed to be left on his own. He could actually recall eating either of the choices Kaiba offered, only through Yugi's experiences--a vague, ghostly feeling, a memory of a taste--but he was going to take charge.
"Beef."
He brought his right hand to his left wrist, clicking the latch on the duel disk that still remained. The cuffs released, and suddenly his left arm felt weightless. It was always easy to forget how heavy the duel disk was until it was off him again. It was a relief for his arm, but it also caused him to feel rather naked without it. Especially now knowing he had such a divine dragon resting in his deck.
He had been firm on getting food--it wasn't his body after all, the least he could do for Yugi was take care of it--but he'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't itching to try summoning Slifer, especially with Kaiba being such a willing opponent.
"So, how exactly did you know I was dueling against a God card?"
It could be assumed that his company would maintain a close watch on everything, but it had taken the Kaiba brothers almost no time to arrive to watch his duel (and it was a good thing they did, not that he would admit it.)
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-- It wasn't anything so deep. As he moved to call their server over, Yugi continued - and he really should've reacted without pausing, but for a few seconds, all he managed to do was stare. It was probably awkward. It wasn't something he cared to (or thought to) immediately fix.
The server approached. Without breaking his stare, he ordered them both a dish and a complimentary drink - the server bowed, had the grace not to squint at either of their duel disks, and left - and, finally, he broke his own silence toward Yugi.
"As the tournament is sponsored by KaibaCorp, we made a point to monitor every duel in case of cheating."
Or in case of, say, someone in particular playing a particular card.
"With how suddenly they've appeared, there hasn't been a formal decision about the legality of God cards -" Yes there had: they were totally fine, "- But given the spike in Rare Hunter activity, the monitoring has proved fruitful."
Pause.
"You and your annoying friends have been specifically targeted more than most. It isn't too surprising, given your reputation." Just as it wasn't too surprising Yugi hadn't yet lost, even if-- Kaiba's eyes narrowed- he'd come a little too close in the last duel. With a hint of challenge - though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already, he had to hear it - "... You could refuse the duels once you know they're acting against tournament regulation, you know."
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It wasn't exactly the answer the pharaoh had been looking for--but he also knew fully well that Kaiba wouldn't actually admit the answer he was looking for. The fact they now at this restaurant was enough.
As Kaiba went on, he couldn't hold back the scoff that escaped him. He crossed his arms on the table in front of him, staring at the centerpiece in frustration. "If you haven't noticed, they're not the type that would take no for an answer."
Not that he would say no, not that he could when they did things like threaten his friends--let alone threatening Yugi.
"They normally corner us. Force I or my friends into some dangerous situation, and demand a duel." His frustration fell to a smirk. "I can't just allow someone to think they've beaten me." He glanced up from the centerpiece and back to Kaiba. "Which I'm sure you understand."
(If anyone had asked, Yugi would have made a comment that his other self and Kaiba weren't so different after all. Fortunately, the pharaoh, very much did not ask.)
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"Perfectly."
No harm in admitting that. He sat back, one leg crossing over the other. His phone lit up, but a quick glance and-- another check-in from Mokuba. He'd reply when the food arrived.
Back to Yugi.
"Someone is looking to break into the tournament." Which, if the (blatant) evidence pointed toward anything... "Whoever it is, is most likely the force behind the Rare Hunters' increased numbers."
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"His name is Marik." His gaze stared at the silverware in front of him. "He's targeting me, though I'm not entirely certain why."
It wasn't a lie. Marik claimed something about revenge on the pharaoh, which he was, but why he had no idea. What could he have done to cause this sort of backlash? To put Yugi in danger--to put any of them in danger... Marik wanted him, but he just had to pull the others in with him.
His stomach made a slight growl, as he remembered just why they were here in the first place. Fortunately, the waiter arrived with particularly delicious smelling food.
He leaned back slightly while the food was placed in front of him, as if attempting to move out of the way. Suddenly he could feel Yugi's jealousy at how delicious the food looked, but he only offered his partner a smirk, staying in control. This was Yugi's idea to have him "bond" with Kaiba, after all.
"This looks great." Which was the closest he could get to offering a "thanks," though he did appreciate Kaiba ordering something for him.
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"Ever eaten anything like it?"
- And immediately after the waiter left earshot, fingers tapping once against his knee.
"-- I don't suppose you know his last name, or where he is coming from? We could research further into him with more information."
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His expression quickly became serious again, after swallowing his food.
"He's coming from Egypt, that's the only thing I know."
It wasn't much, he knew, but he had nothing else to offer. Well, except--
"I believe he also has another Egyptian God card."
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- Another Egyptian God card.
Oh?
Kaiba's fingers stilled on his knee, eyes snapping up to Yugi. He forced himself to take a pause, but couldn't force himself to take a bite. Not with more than a few dozen ideas racing through his mind.
He'd suspected, of course, but to hear Yugi confirm it...
"Ra?"
The look on his face most likely closely mirrored Yugi's over the delicious food. So priorities went.
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The pharaoh set the fork down, as he glanced in the direction of the duel disk sitting next to him.
He could still hear Slifer's roar, still feel the sheer power that the God card created when summoned. If Ra was anything more... He wasn't even sure what to expect.
And to have to go against that...
"Otherwise, I know nothing more."
Only that Marik wanted him dead, and was willing to bring down a God upon him to do so.
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Ra. Obelisk. Slifer.
A professional part of him acknowledged he should ban the cards from the tournament until more was known about their abilities. The same part pointed out this Marik targeted his tournament's attendees in vicious, if not potentially lethal, ways. Likewise, he had good reason to believe Marik intended to strong-arm his way into the finals. It would be easy to shut him down from a legal stand-point.
The louder part of him pointed out neither Yugi or his friends had fallen to the Rare Hunters, and Marik would most likely be only slightly different due to his possession of Ra. Moreover, if he, Seto Kaiba, wanted to get his hands on all three Egyptian Gods...
Setting the duel disk aside, he uncrossed his legs and moved forward to take a bite. Unsurprisingly: it was good.
"If he's arriving in Japan with Ra already in his deck, the Egyptian cards must have been left there." Even obliquely referring to him rankled Kaiba. His lips twisted downward. It wasn't a name he liked to speak, and--- oh, who was he fooling? He didn't try to keep the disdain out of his voice for a single second. He practically spat it out. "Pegasus is a fool, but leaving cards in Egypt stretches the limits of even his idiocy. The cards would have sold for millions in the right circles. What made him try to bury these?"
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"They're powerful," The powers of the Gods themselves could not be recreated in a card, but they were the closest physical things. Bringing that reasoning to Kaiba would do nothing, however. "Perhaps too powerful."
His partner had forgiven Pegasus--of course he had--and it was difficult to still feel such anger at the man once seeing that he had already faced punishment for his actions, even if it wasn't at his own hand.
Kaiba, however, had a lot of reasons to feel such anger, and didn't such feelings of forgiveness pushed onto him from the other half of his soul.
He leaned forward again, grabbing his fork. "It was most likely to prevent something like this from happening, and it failed." He took another bite of food.
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For... a duel in a musty basement, that was. The cultists played well. Yugi played well. Kaiba, of course, played well. The end result was expected but hard-won - the following race through crumbling tunnels networked under a handful of old houses was less expected, but no less exhilarating. Yes, exhilarating -- that was the word for it. Kaiba's breath came in short gasps by the end, chest heaving- and he was more in shape than his companion, who appeared ready to collapse along with the tunnels they were racing through. The light at the end was a literal thing, but rocks spilled at their heels, and there was no way in hell he was going to let Yugi die before he'd beaten him well and proper, so it was only natural that he reached back to try to snag and haul the other teen along by the back of his shirt, stretching his own longer legs that extra bit to hit the mouth of the cave and -- propelled by the roar of dirt behind them - swung Yugi forward, leaped, and landed, hard, on top of him.
It wasn't a pleasant position to be in. The dust settled around them as a verifiable sheet, prompting a coughing fit from the taller teen as he hoisted himself up to a half-curled arc over Yugi, his chest heaving. And yet... Yet, the borderline mean smile that spread across Kaiba's face in between the gasping for air was an undeniable fact. His eyes remained trained down at Yugi, too.
They'd made it. The cultists, bastards that they were, most likely had not. It was a good win.
Just... give him a second to catch his breath.
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Fortunately, Yami Yugi certainly could never say he was bored--which really, after 3000 years, that was a blessing.
Not to say he enjoyed constantly having such high-stakes duels, nor that he enjoyed the danger that threatened his friends. What he did enjoy, was the look of shock on his opponents faces as he and Kaiba delivered a final blow. What he enjoyed was standing side by side with Kaiba while the two of them combined their efforts of their strength and wit--they were possibly the best duelists in the entire world, together unstoppable.
What he enjoyed was the adrenaline of victory.
(He did not enjoy being thrown, no matter how necessary it was.)
His body slammed against the ground, skidding slightly on impact, and was then pushed further into the dirt by the larger body that landed on him--also pushing out whatever little air was in his lungs.
After a few more struggled gasps, a few deep coughs from the dust that tried move into his lungs in place of desperately sought air, and luckily after Kaiba had shifted to at least be off of his lungs, the former pharaoh found he could at least breathe again.
His eyes opened just slightly, as he took deep, gasping breaths, and saw Kaiba still looming over him. Yami Yugi's whole body moved as he breathed, before he let a laugh escape him.
"That was close." Each word came out raspy, between breaths, but he couldn't hold back a grin--the type of grin that only came from the adrenaline of barely escaping with your life.
He looked to Kaiba with eyes shining, both from amusement and irritation of dust, and was completely, 100% relieved. They were out, that was good. They were both relatively unscathed, that was good.
They were also still laying on the ground. The former pharaoh finally noticed how Kaiba was curled over him, his larger body practically engulfing him. Kaiba's face was very close, as was the rest of him.
This... was also good, the former pharaoh realized.
Idiotic Teenager Powers: Activate!!
Adrenaline. Now there was something worth holding on to.
One couldn't, of course. The danger passed, they were relatively unscathed, the dust settling around them without any further additions from the ceiling, which meant the likelihood of the wooden planks over their heads crumbling down was significantly lowered. The time for adrenaline passed-- but his heart kept up its racing, and the victorious, half-vicious smirk wouldn't leave his face.
Speaking of. Hands set on either side of Yugi's head, his own head dipped lower. A-- want took the place of his fight-and-fight reflex, a want so thick it choked his throat for one brief second. His eyes searched the other's face before sticking, of all ridiculous places, the other's mouth.
Voice a carefully restrained murmur,
"You're out of shape."
And legs settling more comfortably to Yugi's sides, shifting his seat in small, minuet increments until he was off his lower stomach and onto his groin. The position helped some - why did Yugi have to be so small? - but it still made him feel a little too everywhere, a little too spread out, which was not in any way something he was used to feeling. The unidentifiable want just made him need---
Sweaty, dust-covered, and on the floor of a place absolutely disgusting. Kaiba dropped to his elbows, one hand curving in to tangle in Yugi's hair. He didn't do anything more just then, some larger part of him resisting making the first move for-- some reason.
Always better to bait than be caught.
Something like that.
Something like him not being able to catch his breath, and stopping from catching Yugi's lips by a hairbreadth.
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"Sorry I don't have giraffe legs." He sneered, before biting back a groan at Kaiba's movements down his torso. They were just a little too slow, too small to create such a feeling through his nerves. It was too little, just a tease.
His heart was still pounding, his breath was still short, but the dust had settled a while ago.
His lifted a hand to the small gap between them, his hand on Kaiba's chest. He was so close, too close, but not close enough. He felt trapped with Kaiba all around him, but yet he couldn't find it in himself to push him away, not when he was so close--why had he stopped?
"Don't back out now." His lips barely brushed the other's in a smirk, before his hand gripped hard on Kaiba's turtleneck, taking the fabric in his fist and pulling the other teen down to him.
Their lips crashed together. It was sloppy, with an accidental click of teeth followed by inexperienced movements, but just having the other move against his mouth was enough to bring out the slightest moan from between his lips. His grip was tight on Kaiba's shirt, the other moving to wrap around to the back of his neck.
He wanted him closer, impossibly closer, even though he already felt surrounded by Kaiba. Everything was so new and he wasn't sure what he wanted, only that he wanted and he could feel that desire building between his legs.
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"I'd---"
- Swallow his own words down as his breath was stolen, apparently. Cut off with a muffled protestation, any semblance of dissent disappearing after teeth clacked but mouths remained together. One eye squeezed shut, the other squinted (which did not make for the sexiest of images), but the rush after the wait had his hand tightening in the other's hair, pulling it up in time with a probably too-harsh snag of teeth around Yugi's bottom lip. He'd been going for simply deepening the kiss, but-- well. Instinct.
Inexperienced was a word for it. As was sloppy, and desperate, and everything else all at as warmth curled in his belly and his legs grew oddly shaky. He felt overheated. He felt brittle. They weren't feelings he enjoyed, and he took it out in harsh jerky movements, free hand dragged down Yugi's black shirt to dig, hard, into the teen's hip.
He wanted to move more, but - well, there was a whole lot going on already from the perspective of someone's near first time, his mind fighting a valiant fight to keep an overwhelming haze from settling over it. For the record, the logical side was losing.
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Maybe he was. It was less than half an hour ago that they were arguing as always, and now--and he didn't want it to end, not now, not when Kaiba's hand on his hip was sending an electrifying shock through him, the hand in his hair making his heart race.
He didn't understand. There was instinctual part of him that knew what he wanted--he wanted Kaiba, in his arms and on his lips and between his legs, but he didn't understand what any of this meant. This was unlike anything he had done before, but the sheer want he felt--his body seemed to move on instinct, knowing more about what it wanted than his knowledge or memory could serve him.
He shifted his hips up to grind against Kaiba's, as much as he could while the other still sat with his weight on him. He broke away from Kaiba's lips, a shuddering gasp escaping him. "K-Kaiba..."
He was a mess, with tousled hair, nails digging into his hip, and a growing hardness straining against too tight of pants. Part of him almost wanted to lash out at the other for it, blame him, get angry for putting him in this state.
So his revenge was to let go of the shirt held so tightly in his fist, and slip it down to slide underneath the tight black turtleneck.
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Too tight of pants, holy fuck, yeah. Talk about the powers of long unattended teenagers: dick hardened in record time, the ridge of it catching against the one under him, and leather was not conducive to grinding, no matter how good it looked. The fabric caught, pulled and, worst of all, pinched, even with a cloth layer in between. At least it gave fine incentive to get out of the pants. As if he needed any extra incentive with the other's second pair of belt's studs digging into his crotch.
"You-- wear--- far too many belts," said the man with belts on his arms and calves.
He was the one to take the time to let go of Yugi's hair to try to sit up straighter and - oh - first, an attempt a match the rhythm, hips rolled in a harsh drag over the other's groin. Wince at another too-tight pull, gasp out something close to "Shit!" in only a half-good tone, push his hand down square on the teen's chest and bite out, "One second," lifting his hips and leaning back on the other's legs to fumble at the loops and, sloppily succeeding, yank them partially out of the loops and fully out of the way. But then there were zippers to contend with, the fabric strained tight, his fingers oddly shaky, the frustration of being kept from a goal growing. Come on. He didn't need a hand down his own pants to know the dampness would be there, boxer shorts darkening at the head.
... If the boxers were the reason behind zipper's lack of cooperation, he swore to--
-- There. The hand left at Yugi's hip dug its nails in and dragged downward, peeling back the top of his pants with as much focus as possible.
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Kaiba pulled his pants lower, and though he loved the clothes in every other situation--they made his ass look fantastic--he was cursing them now. He found himself lifting his hips again, reaching down to assist and maneuver himself out of the tight leather. He bit down on his lips hard to keep from groaning at the relief felt as his cock was freed from the constricting material.
He was thankful, but he didn't want to allow such dominance so easily.
He smirked mischievously, reaching up to wrap his fists around the belts that adorned Kaiba's upper arms, using them to pull himself up into more of a sitting position, stealing Kaiba's lips in a kiss again, before trailing down and nipping at his jaw. "You seem to be taking after me in that regard," His fists tightened around the belts for emphasis. In the new sitting position, his erection was stuck between them--still clothed in boxers, but at least he could breathe--and he could feel Kaiba's pressing against him also.
He trailed one hand down, keeping one held tightly to Kaiba's arm, while the other palmed over the brunette's pants to the rigid shaft straining beneath the fabric. He smirked, doing slow, teasing strokes through the cloth.
hand job tip: put it in your mouth
That wasn't to say the other hoisting himself up entirely upset him. He let his lips be captured, just as he let the other take to his jawline - and if it sent a shiver down his back and kicked the warmth in his gut into racing lower, well, it was all intentional. Similar to his mouth parting, similar to his hand tightening around Yugi's hardening cock, thumb slipping up to flick over the slit. He barely, barely restrained himself from shying away from the touch, feeling oddly over-sensitive. A shuddering exhale fell, and for a hazy moment he cursed again their height difference.
But then he had his free hand loping under Yugi's arm to spread across his back, legs bracketing the slight torso, his own hips angled up, into the motion that felt like too much. Cheeks flushed, voice uncharacteristically strangled,
and most importantly, eyebrow cocked in challenge,
he breathed, "Well? It won't unzip itself."
careful what you wish for (aka uh oh yami's gettin sassy)
He rolled his eyes a bit at the comment. "You can be so annoying." He muttered, before pulling his hands away to push roughly against Kaiba's shoulders. He pushed the other boy away, strong enough to be able to shimmy out his legs from under him, before pushing him down so his back was in the dirt. "Fine, if you're going to be so demanding." He continued muttering under his breath, holding Kaiba's hip in one hand, and undoing his pants with the other.
He pulled down the pants and boxers as if they were offensive to him. He crawled in between Kaiba's legs, as he kept one hand gripping Kaiba's hand to keep him on the ground, just in case he tried to push him back to being on the bottom. His other hand grasped Kaiba's shaft, stroking him, slowly, teasingly, before leaning down and taking the head into his mouth.
Maybe this would shut him up.
this turned out better than expected
"At least you're a fast learner."
Moreover, it shattered like fine porcelain the second his back hit the ground and Yugi thwarted his half-barked, "Watch it!" struggle upward with a single hand, the other dragging his clothing down (- finally -), hand wrapping around - "Ah, - and - breath caught in his throat, hips jerking up in one sharp reflex, hopefully not choking Yugi-- though if it did, he deserved it, damn him--
Yugi got what he wanted. The surprise wet warmth engulfing him temporarily stalled his words, a low, rumbling moan taking its place. Still tense over being on his back, still not entirely yielding, but congratulations on being the first to render Seto Kaiba speechless.
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Well, Kaiba hadn't shut up completely, but that moan was absolutely preferred. If he could just draw out that noise again... He could feel the strain of his own erection, but that could wait another moment if it meant he could reduce Kaiba to such a state.
One hand was kept in a grip on Kaiba's hip, now a little tighter in an attempt to prevent any sort of sudden, gag-inducing reflexes, while the other moved to attend to what he couldn't fit into his mouth.
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...
It almost was.
Speaking of fast learners, Kaiba figured out quite quickly that laying flat left him too open. His back arched and leg muscles quivering in sloppily applied self-restrain, he had the insane thought that this wouldn't do at all, that he'd come apart at the seams far before he should, and all while splayed out like some inexperienced whelp. The thoughts galvanized him to struggle upward, though he hadn't calculated for the visual on top of the physical. To catch hollowed cheeks, and mused hair, streaks of dirt - less focus on the dirt - amid streaks of blond, pink lips stretched around him, and.
Suffice to say, the plan to regain dignity backfired.
He curled as a man under a heavy burden, inner cheek bit hard to keep another embarrassing noise from escaping. But that meant nostrils flared wide to take in air, and his hands once more laced through Yugi's hair, fingers - borderline gentle - only to increase in pressure and, in an escalating landslide, the whole of his body strain. Strain toward heat, toward the wet enveloping him, the noise leaving his throat a low keen.
Not yet. Judging by the way he near attempted to choke Yugi, though, the hand on the back of the other's head reflexively pressing down, hips straining up against the resistance, it was a close thing.