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How You Play The Game	By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-How You Play The Game
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How You Play The Game

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�You won.�
It was not entirely surprising. For all that Seto Kaiba was an amazing duelist, Yami was still the King of Games. Seto had won against him before, but rarely.
And tonight was not one of those nights.
But when the stakes were so�pleasurable�losing was just as good as winning. Sometimes even better.
Or so Yami hoped Seto had come to learn.
�Yes, I did,� Yami agreed simply.
�And I suppose you want to claim your�prize immediately?� Seto asked archly.
�I want you, koi,� Yami purred, causing Seto to flush faintly at the unbridled lust in his tone.
�Of course, Yami; those were the stakes,� Seto agreed, trying to appear unruffled. �You get me in bed, in any way you wish.� A glint of nervousness flashed in his eyes, then was gone; Yami knew that if he were facing anyone else, in any situation, they would not have seen even that.
It was a testament to how close they�d grown that Seto allowed him to see his weaknesses, even in such minute quantities. It was a trust that Yami strove every day to convince Seto was not misplaced.
�Within reason,� Yami added. He knew that Seto would remember that proviso, but wanted to remind his lover that he could say no if he felt Yami�s desire was too�outlandish.
Not that he thought his lover would object on those grounds, but he had learned in their nineteen months together that when one loves a dragon, one must be cautious of emotional landminds.
It had been anything but fun for both of them the one time he was especially playful and jokingly strapped Seto�s wrists to the bedposts with some of his leather buckles. It was one of the few times he�d seen his koi so terrified he was near tears.
Seto nodded firmly. �Within reason,� he agreed, the warmth edging his voice letting Yami know he appreciated the reminder. �What do you want, anyway?� he asked curiously.
�Nothing much,� Yami said blithely as he tugged his lover up from the couch. He pulled Seto down the hall, not to their bedroom, but to the workout room.
�You want to make love on an exercise mat?� Seto�s voice rang with disbelief; the CEO was always up � no pun intended � for having sex in odd places. Discounting in public, and even then� But Yami hadn�t needed to win a game if all he wanted was a change in venue for their not-always-nocturnal activities.
�Yes�and no,� Yami said cryptically, pulling them inside the makeshift gym. The former spirit had prepared a large nest of blankets up against one mirrored wall and it was to these he tugged his lover. Once Seto was standing in the middle of nest, back to the wall, he let go of his lover�s hand, and turned to face him.
�Then what is it you brought me here for?� Seto asked, voice confused.
Yami took a deep breath before diving into his request. �I want you�on your knees while I make love to you�� he knew this was both Seto�s most and least favorite position. Most because the physical sensations were the best, which Yami himself could attest to, having been there; and least because he saw it as a sign of submission, which it wasn�t.
Surrender, yes, which was an entirely different matter. And one Yami was now going to prove the wonders of to his lover.
��facing the wall,� Yami continued at his lover�s odd look. �So you can see yourself.�
�And you can see yourself, also,� Seto pointed out in an, �A-ha!� tone of voice. �I knew you had narcissistic tendencies; you�re the vainest person I know.�
�Ah, but Blue Eyes, I don�t want to see myself; I want to see you see yourself,� Yami explained.
Seto�s brow furrowed. �Why?�
�Because you�re beautiful, Seto,� Yami said simply.
Seto looked just as uncomfortable as he always did when Yami gave him a personal compliment. Praise regarding his dueling, his company, his computer programs � all that he could accept with aplomb � and not a little modesty. But tell him his tie brought out the blue in his eyes, or his new haircut was extremely eye-catching�
Or even that he looked quite attractive in soft candlelight�
Well, Seto couldn�t handle that nearly as well.
A more self-deprecating person Yami had never met. And never wanted to, either. Seto�s insecurity complex bordered almost on the depressive sometimes. Yami had racked his brain trying to figure out a way to convince his lover of the truth of his words, and had finally hit upon this; after all, actions spoke louder than words, right?
�Vain and blind,� Seto said in a clipped tone, anxiety rippling through his still form. �Or at least delusional.�
Stalking forward like a predator after his prey, Yami shook his head and purred, �You are beautiful, love, inside and out. But while only time will convince you of that first one, tonight might, at least, convince you of the last.� He stopped only inches away from Seto, looking up into those ice blue eyes that held a warmth he was one of the few privileged to be allowed to see. �I want you to see how beautiful you are when I�m making you moan and writhe; how utterly erotic you look when you come undone because of me. How completely perfect I think you are, and not just physically,� Yami listed, each word hitting Seto like a bullet in his heart.
�I� I�� Seto stuttered, shaken to his core. He fell silent, unable to come up with any words to express how he felt.
Taking Seto�s silence as the implicit acquiescence it was, Yami began divesting his lover of his clothes. Slowly, piece-by-piece, each item of apparel hit the floor, followed closely by his own garments.
Once they were both naked, Yami tugged Seto down with him to the pile of blankets on the floor. Nuzzling his nose into Seto�s hair, Yami made a trail of kisses up and down his neck, calming his koi. �Blue Eyes,� he murmured against the other�s ear, his tongue slipping out to give a soothing lick to the lobe. �Tell me now if you wish me not to do this.�
Seto shuddered, once, profoundly at the sensation, and shook his head. �No, I�want you,� he admitted softly.
Yami smiled softly and, grabbing the tube of lube he�d left out, set about preparing his lover. No matter how many times they did this, Seto was always so tight, though the CEO didn�t need prolonged preparation anymore.
For which Yami was thankful, since he�d been anticipating this all night. He felt like he�d explode if he couldn�t get inside his lover soon.
Once Seto was vibrating with suppressed pleasure beneath him, Yami coaxed him over and onto his knees. The brunet�s eyes flickered open hazily, snapping fully open when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
Blue eyes glazed over with passion, hair plastered with sweat to his face, cheeks flushed with the erotic glow only Yami had ever brought to his face�
Absolutely, utterly gorgeous.
To Yami, at least. The former spirit knew his lover was probably not seeing himself as Yami saw him.
But that was okay. He had all night to convince Seto that he was beautiful.
�Are you ready?� he whispered in Seto�s ear, following the words with a playful nip to one delectable lobe.
Seto, unable to voice his response, just nodded once, jerkily.
�Good,� Yami purred, and sank with immense gratification inside his lover�s hot body; one slow, sweet slide down to the root until he was fully encased in his lover�s tight warmth.
Seto�s breath hitched and his eyelids fluttered, the only outward signs of pleasure he allowed himself to show. Yami smirked as he imagined the impassioned screams that would assail his ears when he got Seto to lose his composure further into the evening.
His dragon was very good at roaring in anger, but it was even sweeter when the cries were lust-induced.
Coaxing Seto up onto his knees, Yami kneaded the tense shoulders for a few seconds before he cupped the back of Seto�s head and turned the brunet to him for a deep kiss. When Seto went pliant in his arms and started to wiggle back against him, Yami knew it was time. Pulling away from Seto�s lips, he slid his hands down Seto�s side, to end in a firm grip on his hips.
�Open your eyes, koi,� he breathed in one shell-shaped ear.
Seto complied with his request, but Yami knew by the glazed sheen over the blue orbs that he wasn�t actually seeing anything.
�Look at yourself,� he continued, thrusting minutely inside Seto, just enough to hit that little bump�
Seto moaned involuntarily as his prostate was rubbed, and his eyes snapped wide open, focusing in almost automatically on his reflection in the mirror.
�See how beautiful you are?� Yami asked, starting a slow rhythm, just enough to tease and taunt, but not enough to get either of them really worked up.
Seto moaned softly, but shook his head. �You can�t prove something that�s false,� he mumbled.
A catty smirk crossing his lips, Yami said, �I know more of scientific method than you think, Blue Eyes; you can only disprove a hypothesis, not prove it. And so far, you haven�t managed to prove me wrong in this instance.�
Seto frowned slightly, remaining silent as he always did when he didn�t have a comeback.
Chuckling lowly, Yami brought one hand around to play with his lover�s nipples. Seto leaned into the touch, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged as Yami lightly twisted the little brown nubs.
�See how beautiful you look when you�re flushed and panting�for me?� Yami asked softly.
Seto�s flush wasn�t just from arousal; some of the red coloring was from embarrassment, now. Yami sped up his thrusts as he trailed his fingers over the golden skin from chest to navel, smiling as Seto arched his back with a strained whimper.
�I�m�not,� Seto protested, breath coming faster now, along with Yami�s strokes.
�You are to me,� Yami refuted, hand encircling his lover�s length and pumping it slowly. �Especially like this.�
Seto panted and stared hard at his reflection, trying to allocate at least one percent of his mind to analyzing what he looked like. It was difficult, especially considering how good Yami was making him feel, but he finally decided that, while he might not be beautiful � definitely not, no matter what Yami thought � in this instance, he definitely looked�fuckable. Which was to be expected, considering he was the one getting fucked.
But�beautiful?
Seto involuntarily shook his head at the thought. Beauty may have been in the eye of the beholder, but Yami was biased towards him. That was all.
Wasn�t it?
�You are,� Yami insisted, and his hand sped up in time with his strokes, wringing a moan from Seto�s throat as the dual sensations caused lust to swirl through his veins like a drug. He couldn�t take much more of this. Whether it was the feel of Yami inside him, the sight of them in the mirror, or just the overall situation, Seto knew it wouldn�t take much to push him over the edge.
�Let it go, Seto,� Yami murmured in his ear. �Come for me, beautiful.�
Release spurred on as much by his lover�s choice of words as by his husky tone, spasms of ecstasy rippled through Seto�s body as he did just that. Shuddering through his climax, Yami�s words of love and devotion echoing in his ears, Seto screamed out his passion�finally able to believe what Yami had always told him.
That he loved him. That he wanted him. That he desired him.
And maybe, just maybe�that it was true. Maybe his beauty existed in more places than just in the dark crimson eyes of his beloved beholder.
Long moments later, when he�d finally gotten his breath back, Seto found himself lying back on the blankets, Yami�s hand carding through his sweat-soaked and sex-mussed hair. �But why this way?� he had to ask. Yami had seemed perfectly content to keep verbally reiterating his position on his lover�s appearance. The sudden change in tactics was a bit�unsettling.
For more than one reason.
Yami gave his little half-grin that was always so infuriating. It made Seto�s blood run hot � among other things. �Because, win or lose,� he whispered as he neared his lover�s lips, �it�s how you play the game that counts.� And with that final pronouncement, he crushed their mouths together, swallowing Seto�s moan of agreement.
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