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Seventeen

�Baby, maybe if you got more sleep, it would help your
temper,� Yami suggests.

Seto scoffs at the idea, knowing that sleep wouldn�t help
any, he just needed to get away from Gozaboro. But since that wasn�t likely
anytime in the next 20 years, unless that bastard dropped dead, he just had to
deal.

�Sleep is for wimps,� he grins, pulling his koi down onto
the bed with him.

Thursday night is Yami�s only night off this week and Seto
didn�t intend to spend it sleeping. Or talking for that matter.

�Seto,� Yami moans as he captures a nipple through Yami�s
thin T-shirt. He rolls Yami beneath him and swiftly pulls off both of their
shirts, returning to the nipple he�d originally captured and laving it gently
with his tongue. Yami arches up to his touch with a gasp, sliding his slim
fingers into Seto�s hair.

A few minutes later, Seto moves his attention to the other
nipple, gently licking and sucking, just as he did with the first one.

Yami�s breathing is erratic as he rubs his jeans covered
erection against Seto�s exposed torso. He knows that Seto�s goal is to make him
cum just from this nipple manipulation, like he�s done several times before.

�S-Seto,� he gasps as he feels his boyfriend�s fingers lightly
brush against his arousal before he begins sucking gently on the nipple he�d
just finished licking.

Yami�s breath comes in short gasps as he slides
uncontrollably toward his peak. When Seto licks from the left nipple to the
right and begins sucking hard as he tweaks the left with his fingers and that
does it. Yami arches his back and moans loudly, tightening his fingers in
Seto�s hair as his body shakes with orgasm.

As he twitches with aftershocks, Seto kisses his lips
lightly, over and over, while slowly and carefully removing Yami�s jeans and
boxers and the rest of his own clothes. Once done, he tenderly prepares Yami,
pressing slick fingers into his relaxed koi�s body as he licks away the cum
left on his skin.

�You�re fantastic, Baby,� Yami breathes as Seto pushes his
legs open and kisses up his body.

Seto captures Yami�s lips, thrusting his tongue into his
koi�s mouth as he slowly slides into the pliant body beneath him. It isn�t
often that they get to make love instead of �have sex� or �fuck� so they�re
both savoring the moment. Their shared rhythm stays steady, not hurried in the
least until Seto feels his climax nearing. Lifting Yami�s right leg from around
his waist, he presses the thigh open as his pace picks up.

�Always my Yami; always my Yami,� he mumbles in his familiar
mantra, his beloved the only thought in his mind.

Yami cries out Seto�s name, nails digging into the
brunette�s shoulders as he finds completion from his re-awakened arousal.

Soon after, Seto tumbles over his own edge, harsh breathing
and his mumbled mantra accompanying him. He clutches at Yami almost
desperately, wanting in his heart to say what he feels, but too afraid to do
so. Instead, he groggily pulls the sheet over their sweat-covered bodies,
drawing Yami into his arms and falling asleep.

They�ll part in the early morning and won�t see each other
again for a week, since Seto has a business trip the next afternoon. After
Yami�s shift on Friday night, they plan to spend all of Seto�s day off on
Saturday together.

Xxxxx

Yami smiles to himself as he showers for his Friday night
shift.

He hasn�t seen Seto in a week and can�t wait to be in his
arms again. Or just in his presence. Being with Seto is always so thrilling for
Yami because he never knows what his koi has planned.

Once they�d gone on an early morning picnic, complete with
the blanket and basket of food, after Yami�s Saturday night shift. Seto had
taken them to Domino Park and plied him with finger food and an exquisite white
wine.

Then there was the time Seto had taken Saturday, Sunday and
Monday off without telling him, arranging for Yami to have the same days off,
and they spent three days at a secluded beach on Tokashiki Island in Okinawa.

And there was that surprise birthday party Seto gave him
with all of his family and friends in attendance, even his grandpa and cousin
Yugi from California in the US and his friend Ryou from England.

Another time Seto came to pick him up �for lunch� with such
a casual air, he had no idea that Seto�s idea of lunch that day meant an
impromptu trip to Vladivostok, Russia, just across the Sea of Japan. Using his
mastery of the language, Seto checked them into the Hotel Versailles, ordered their food at the restaurant, arranged
for a nightly tour of the city, and bought Yami clothes for their trip to a
swanky club where they spent half the night dancing. After a round of drunken,
enthusiastic sex, they�d passed out in the large comfortable bed at around 4:30
in the morning.

Following a hurried breakfast later that morning, Seto�s
Leer jet flew them back to Japan just in time for Yami to begin his shift. His
boss wasn�t too happy with Yami for missing his shift the night before, but
after Seto wrote him a check for some undisclosed amount of money, the man
walked away smiling.

At first Yami was angry at Seto paying for him as though he
were a hired escort for the night, but then Seto explained that though he hated
Yami working there, he didn�t want to be the cause of his being fired. Seto had
asked Yami�s boss for an approximation of how much money he felt he�d lost due
to Yami�s absence and gave the man that amount plus 10 percent, under the logic
that he was responsible for said absence and was obligated to make amends.
While Seto�s explanation didn�t make him less angry right away, he understood
his koi�s desire to �fix� what he thought he�d messed up, and he appreciated
the gesture.��

A frown pushes away his smile as he remembers what happened
later.

They�d gone out dancing the next night since Yami didn�t have
to work. The club was swarming with people eager to have a good time. By 1:30
in the morning, most of those on the dance floor were too drunk to care about
anything, not including himself and Seto. They�d had a few, sure, but they
weren�t even tipsy.

A group of three men were dancing drunkenly next to him and
Seto. Unexpectedly, one of them grabbed Yami�s arm and pulled him into their
circle, passing him around among themselves as they danced. The only warning
anyone received was a shout of, �Get your filthy hands off of him!�

By the time things settled down, Seto had beaten up one of
the men in the group and punched several others who�d tried to get in to help,
including the bouncer. The police were called and arrived just in time to see
Seto kick the bouncer behind the bar, destroying several shelves in the
process.

Yami remembers watching the whole thing in a kind of shock,
not willing to believe his koi capable of such blind rage. Seto was taken away
in handcuffs, still screaming about those men �daring to touch his Yami�. As he
was Seto Kaiba, the incident was hushed up and all damages paid, including out
of court settlements for those Seto had assaulted.

The next day Seto came to pick up Yami from work as usual,
full of apologies and promises to make up for his temper. Greeting his koi with
a kiss and a strained smile, Yami hadn�t said any more about it.

Stepping out of the shower, Yami decides not to dwell on
such negative thoughts and instead focus on what wonderful place they�d be
going to tomorrow. For the first time since the beach trip three months ago,
they both had the weekend off.

xxxxx

Seto arrives at the club a little before 4:25 am. Yami�s
Friday Night shift ends at 4:30 and he wanted to spend some time with his
boyfriend before he needed to be at work himself.

He can�t wait to see Yami, though the visit will be strained
and short since his father wants him at Kaiba Corp. by 6:30 am, wiping out his
plans for the weekend. He knew Yami loved amusement parks and had planned to
take him to Fujikyu Highlands in Yamanashi.
Yami would have loved the roller coasters there. Oh well, so much for those
�best laid plans�.

Stepping inside the nearly deserted place, he expects to see
Yami sitting at the bar waiting for him as usual. When his slim form isn�t
gracing one of the stools, he frowns at the bartender, his look demanding an
answer.

�Yami had a last minute request to dance,� the bartender
explains, unconsciously backing away from Seto�s glare.

�Where,� he demands.

�Room 5,� the bartender quickly points.

Seto isn�t happy as he stalks toward Room 5. It�s bad enough
that Yami works here in the first place! These people should not be infringing
on their personal time!

Reaching Room 5, he watches Yami�s dance through the small,
round window.

Still, I don't care

If he's young or old

(Just make him beautiful)

I just want someone

I can hold on to

�the song filters under the
door of the mostly silent club.

I want muscles

All, all over his body

(Make him strong enough)

(From his head down to his toes)

Seto smirks to himself at the
interesting choice of music. It�s not that Yami doesn�t have any muscle, Seto�s
experienced his strength firsthand, but they�re not the kind anyone would sing
about. He watches with growing interest as Yami continues his dance, slipping
off the tight, white muscle shirt and using it as a prop in his sensual
performance.

I need what the eyes can see, ah

(His anatomy)

If that's alright for them

Still it ain't enough for me

I don't care if he's young or old

(Just make him beautiful)

I just want some strong man

To hold on to

Seto�s eyes nearly fly out of
his head as Yami teasingly slides the tight biker shorts down to give the
howling men a peek at his ass.

Wait�men?!

Seto belatedly realizes that
three men are in the room watching his koi move like that. Three rather large
men who could probably do what they wanted to Yami before the slender man could
even cry out.

Seto�s eyes begin to blaze.

I want muscles

Whooooa-ho-ho, all over his body

(Make him strong enough)

(From his head down to his toes)

The flames of fury increase
as they keep reaching for Yami as he playfully dances close to the edge of the
stage and then flits away.

Just as he thinks his head
will explode, one of the men grabs Yami�s arm and tries to pull him off stage.
Through his rage, Seto can�t see the playful laugh accompanying Yami�s retreat
or that the grab lasted barely a second. All he knows is that tub of lard dared to touch his possession.

Muscle man, I want to love you

In the sun, or on your body

Come with me, high in the cascades

Let this be, we've got this thing made

Lost at sea, hide the desert

Stay with me, you won't regret it

Take this love, so deep to swim in

Come to me, and let the love in

Yami continues to dance, and
those men continue to chase him and try to touch him. Seto knows that the doors
are always locked to the private rooms. He knows that if he went to the
bartender and demanded the key, it would do him no good.

�Fuck the key,� he snarls,
taking a step back.

The door slamming open from
the force of Seto�s kick scares the life out of everyone in the room.

I want muscles

All, all over his body

(Make him strong enough)

(From his head down to his toes)

I want muscles

Whoooa-ho-ho, all over his body

The fairly loud music pours
out of the room as Seto storms toward his boyfriend.

�S-Seto,� Yami stutters,
despite himself, surprised by the brunette�s fury.

�Time to go, Yami,� he
growls, practically yanking Yami from the stage, though he�s careful to make
sure his koi isn�t hurt when he lands.

The glare he levels at the
men as they pass is meant to warn them about touching what�s his. Two of the
men understand immediately. The third needs a little prodding after the two
lovers sweep out of the room.

All over his

(I want) muscles

All, all, all over his body

(I want) muscles

I want all I can get

All over him, all over him

All over him

(I want) muscles, muscles, muscles...

The last of the song echoes behind their retreating forms.

xxxxx

�Mmmm, Seto,� Yami moans, riding out the waves of his orgasm
as he bounces atop his boyfriend�s thick cock.

His insanely jealous boyfriend.

His insanely jealous boyfriend, who got so angry watching
him dance for other men, that he slammed into the private room and snatched him
off the stage.

His forever aroused boyfriend, who got so turned on watching
him dance, he couldn�t wait until they got back to Yami�s apartment and instead
took him in the back seat of Seto�s car, right in the parking lot of the club.

Warm lips lift from the love bite on his neck and descend
passionately onto his own, an insistent tongue thrusting into his mouth with a
moan.

Strong hands clutch at his waist while pistoning hips thrust
up erratically until Yami feels the warm release inside him and Seto crushes
him in his powerful arms.

As they snuggle together a few minutes later, Seto mumbles
an apology for going so crazy. Yami simply smiles against his neck. Secretly,
he�s overjoyed to be so �possessed� by Seto. No man he�s ever been with made
him feel so loved and secure. So what if Seto goes a little crazy with jealousy
occasionally, if he exuded such passion about Yami while doing it.

Snuggling deeper into his love�s embrace, he wishes he could
stay there forever.

However�

�Yami, baby�.� Seto begins in a whisper, �We have to go if
we hope to get something to eat before I need to be at work.�

�I thought you were off today,� Yami snaps.

�I was,� Seto groans.

�Your father is a dick, Seto,� Yami murmurs.

�Stepfather. And that�s old news, Baby,� Seto smirks.

�I don�t want you to work today, Seto.�

�And I don�t want you to work at all, but we all have to
deal with disappointments in life.�

�Disappointments?� Yami frowns, leaning back to meet Seto�s
eyes.

�You know I want you to stop dancing there, Yami.�

�It�s great money. And I enjoy it.�

�I don�t like other men looking at you and touching you,�
Seto frowns.

�They never touch me because I never leave the stage,� Yami
scoffs.

�You left the stage for me,� he alludes, feeling his temper
rise as he remembers that fat turd�s hand on his Yami�s arm.

�That�s because I wanted you,� Yami grins playfully.

�Well, how do I know you won�t want somebody else?� Seto
snaps, mistaking Yami�s amusement for dismissal of his concerns.

�Are you accusing me of something, Seto,� Yami tosses,
stunned by the downturn of the conversation.

�What if I am?� Seto yells, shoving Yami to the side roughly
and reaching for his pants and boxers on the floor of the backseat.

Yami frowns dejectedly behind him, wondering if the insane
jealousy might be a bad thing after all. Seto quickly pulls on his boxers and
pants, grabbing his shirt from the seat before hopping out of the car and into
the driver�s seat to finish dressing.

Without regard to Yami still naked in the backseat, Seto
starts the car and tears off down the road to Yami�s apartment, a jealous rage
chasing him most if the way.

Pulling up to Yami�s building, Seto turns off the car and
exhales forcefully.

�I�m sorry, Yami,� he breathes as Yami quietly slides Seto�s
forgotten undershirt over his head to go with the biker shorts he�d been
wearing for his dance.

In the brief 15 minute ride back to his house, Yami mentally
tallies how many times Seto�s apologized to him about his temper over the past
eight months they�d been together.

They�re overwhelming.

But he wants to be loved and possessed by Seto! He loves
being the center of his koi�s universe!

So, why is he suddenly re-thinking his involvement with the
volatile teen?

xxxxxx

�Yami?� Seto calls, an edge of fear to his voice.

What if he�s gone too far this time? He knows his temper has
been more out of control than normal lately. Working with his stepfather on
those new weapons designs is really stressing him out and he hoped Yami would
understand that, but now�

What if he hurt Yami when he pushed him away?

�Yami?!� he tries again, seeing the thoughtful gaze on his
boyfriend�s face.

�What time will you be back?� Yami replies coolly, getting
out on the other side of the car and putting his hand into the passenger side
window for Seto�s keys, since his were still in his jeans at the club.

�I don�t know, Baby,� Seto almost stutters as he hands Yami
his keys, hoping the added endearment will help smooth things over.

�Well, you�ll have to go back to the club and get my keys since
I have yours. I�ll see you later,� Yami waves, turning toward the lobby door.

Seto watches blankly as Yami enters the building.

�Shit!� he curses a few minutes later as he screams down the
road.�
�
xxxxx
�
The first thing Seto does when he gets to work is fire his
secretary. So what if her work is outstanding and she�s been an exemplary
employee, not missing one unplanned day of work for the past two years. So what
if she�d even come in this morning at 6:00 am just because he�d asked her to,
knowing she wouldn�t get any overtime for the two to six hours she�d probably
be there. So what if she�s now sobbing and begging at his feet.

Someone has to pay for how shitty his morning has been!
Someone has to pay for his possible loss of Yami!!

After screaming at her to have her things packed and out of
his sight in the next 30 minutes, he slams into his office, ready to rip the
paint from the walls.

�Fuck!� he yells at the top of his lungs, flinging his
briefcase across the room, scattering important papers all over the thick, navy
blue carpet. He stands in the middle of the floor, trembling in rage and a
myriad of other emotions he can�t name for a full twenty minutes. Once his
breathing has evened out and he can think clearer, he races to stop his secretary
from leaving.

�Hoshi, wait!� he calls frantically, glad to have caught the
weeping young woman before she�d gotten on the elevator.

�Y-yes, Mr. Kaiba,� she stutters, head bowed.

He�s never felt more like an ass.

�You�re not fired, Hoshi,� he soothes, carefully taking the
box of personal items from her and walking it back to her desk.

�I-I�m not?� she sniffs, not moving from in front of the
elevator.

�No, you�re not,� he reiterates.

�Th-Thank you, Mr. Kaiba,� she chokes, bowing deeply.

�That�s not necessary, Hoshi. You haven�t done anything
wrong. You don�t need to be forgiven. Go home. I won�t need you today, but I
expect you at your desk at 8:00 am sharp Monday morning.�

�Yes, Mr. Kaiba,� she replies, a bright smile shining
through the tears still on her cheeks.

�Until Monday, then,� he calls, heading back into his
office.

�Yes, Mr. Kaiba,� she returns, stepping into the swiftly
arriving elevator.

�That was quite the tantrum,� Gozaboro taunts as Seto steps
back into his office.

�Fuck you,� he replies in his mind, wishing he could spit it
in his stepfather�s face. �One day,� he muses. �One day I�ll tell this bastard
how much I truly despise him and wish he would drop dead��

�You�ve been on quite a short fuse lately, Seto,� his
stepfather continues.

�Maybe if you�d give me some time off, you asshole,� instead
of making me work 12 to 14 hours a day, 6 to 7 days a week, � he seethes, �and
then maybe I could spend more time with Yami.�

�Why don�t you take the day off,� his stepfather sneers in
dismissal

�Bastard,� Seto growls to himself as he turns around and
walks out of his office, his briefcase and its contents still where he left
them.

He drives leisurely back to the club to pick up Yami�s
things, pausing on the way to his boyfriend�s house to pick up some clothes
from home so he can stay with Yami a few days and groceries to make Yami a
favorite meal as further apology. Maybe they could go to the amusement park
tomorrow.

Balancing his suit bag and overnight bag on one shoulder, he
fishes Yami�s keys out of his pant�s pocket, moving to open the apartment door.

�Maybe it�s time to let him go, Yami,� he hears the familiar
voice of Yami�s friend, and one-time ex, Jou, suggest through the door. Seto
frowns.

He�s not sure whether Yami knows or not, but Jou�s been
trying to get rid of Seto for months so he can get Yami back.

�That�s why the ass moved into this building!� he snarls to
himself.

He dismisses that mutt�s presence in his mind and slides the
key in the lock with a sneer.

�He�s right Yami,� Seto hears the voice of Yami�s sister
Anzu agree.

Quietly, he opens the apartment door, hoping to hear more of
their conversation.

�You know I love Seto,� she continues in a sad voice, �but
maybe he�s not ready for this. Or is just too young. These escalations in his
temper may be a sign that he can�t handle it anymore. You�ve already tried
talking to him about it several times, right? So, maybe it�s just time to let
him go.�

Hearing those words, Seto actually gets scared. Anzu had
been the only one of Yami�s family and friends to like him immediately,
advocating him many times to the others.

He picks up the bag of groceries, meaning to rush in and
explain to Yami as best he could, even with Jou and Anzu there, but he�s
stopped in his tracks by a defeated sigh and, Yami�s words cutting into him.

�You�re right, Anzu,� his beloved agrees. �Maybe it�s time I
stopped lying to myself. His temper sometimes scares me and it�s probably best
that I walk away now.�

The sound of Seto�s bags and the groceries hitting the floor
startles the three sitting on the living room rug. They turn as one to see a
stunned Seto.

Yami scrambles up from the enclosure of Jou and Anzu�s arms.

�Seto! I...let me explain�� Yami entreats, stepping forward.

Seto takes a step back and is gone before Yami can get to
him.

Making it out of the apartment building after nearly
throwing himself down the stairs, Seto realizes that it�s best he not get
behind the wheel of a car right then.�
Picking a direction, he takes off running, needing the pounding of the
pavement and the rush of adrenalin to drown out all thought.

Upstairs, Yami begins solemnly picking up his things from
the club, the clothes Seto had brought to stay overnight, and the groceries
scattered among them, recognizing some as ingredients for making his favorite
dish.

�Yami�� his sister begins, touching his shoulder lightly.

He shrugs her off, shaking his head to indicate that he
doesn�t want to talk about it.

That wasn�t how he wanted to break up with Seto. Really,
he�s not even sure he wanted to break up with him at all! He�d just asked Jou
and Anzu over to talk about it. Yeah, it turned him on that Seto came to get
him this morning like he did, but if he�s honest with himself, it also scared
the hell out of him! He just needed to talk about it. Say it out loud. Then
maybe he could figure out what to do.

But now�

He finds himself leaning into Jou�s comforting embrace,
warmed by the light kiss to his temple. Jou always knew how to comfort him. He
wonders briefly why they didn�t work out.
Abruptly, Yami remembers why he dumped Jou in the first
place. Despite the amazing amount of sex they had, Jou still couldn�t keep it
in his pants.

Yami smiles to himself. One thing he knew for sure about
Seto, he�d been completely faithful. Suddenly very self-conscious about letting
Jou touch him like that, he pulls away.

�Maybe we should go,� Anzu suggests, a slight edge to her
voice.

�Yes, maybe you should go,� Yami replies, soberly.

�If you�re sure, Yami,� Jou offers.

�I�m sure.�

He hugs both Anzu and Jou, before closing the door behind
them.�
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