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Late Night Visitor	By : ladyicondraco Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Kaiba
- 2-Yami
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I
corrected errors and added a smut scene, what more could you ask for?

Disclaimer:
I do not own it!!! If I did it would be VERY dirty and rated too high
for many fans to watch.

“Are you sure that you’ll be ok in here Yami?” Yugi
asked as he placed the pyramid on a couch in a bedroom that Yami had
assured him was unoccupied.

-I’ll be fine aibou. Go have fun, I could use some time to
myself.-

/If you’re sure. / The small teen bit his lip.

-Go ahead Yugi.- Yugi gave a nod and released his hold on the
puzzle, separating his mind from his other half’s; he rushed
back to the party going on in the Kaiba living room. Once the spirit
was certain that Yugi was gone he exited the millennium
item. A few minutes later the object of his desires entered the room.
He watched as the brunette removed his jacket and picked up the
object that Yugi referred to as a laptop. He quietly watched the CEO,
wondering how best to go about his plan and admiring the Adonis
before him. The Pharaoh saw his chance to act as the teen grew tired
of his laptop. Pulling energy from the Puzzle, Yami solidified his
form enough to be tangible, while remaining invisible. Visibility
would take far more energy then he could safely expend. The champion
reached out and brushed his hand against the brunette’s cheek;
a smile covered his face as the crimson eyed teen watched CEO’s
reaction to his touch. Now, now Kaiba, it’s rude to brush
people off. Seeing the other duelist, lying prone before him,
sent a thrill up Yami’s spine. He couldn’t resist
touching him again; the Pharaoh drew his hand from Kaiba’s
should down his side to the brunette’s waist where he felt a
need to delve between the ice king’s legs. He fought down the
urge, settling with a caress of the hip, before moving his hand down
Seto’s leg. Time enough for that later. Yami withheld a
chuckle as the dragon master shot up in bed; his eyes shooting around
the room.

“I need to get some sleep.” The spirit took that as his
cue; he slowly climbed onto the bed. He settled his own hips over
Seto’s, smirking down at him, even if the man couldn’t
see him. Yami jerked the arm holding Kaiba’s weight out from
under him and held onto it, he undid the buckle around his neck and
hoped that Yugi wouldn’t miss it too badly. He could hold the
illusion of clothing but anything that he wanted to be kept
permanently had to come from Yugi’s body. The taller teen
fought him and pulled against his hold, to no avail.

“Shh, I don’t think that you’re going to be getting
much sleep tonight, Kaiba.” The Pharaoh proceeded to bind
Seto’s wrists to the headboard. From the sharp intake of breath
and the opening of the CEO’s mouth, Yami guessed that he was
going to do and stopped the scream before it could escape. Straddling
the teen did nothing for the magician’s restraint and he found
himself exploring his captive’s body with his hands, and
loosening the belt that stood between him and his prize. I meant
to take this slowly; I suppose that I will have to revise that plan.
He felt himself getting more aroused as a moan escaped Kaiba’s
lips. He grew suspicious, however, the moment his partner stopped
moving and pulled away slightly to look at the brunette.

“Yami.” His partially erect cock hardened at the sound of
his name coming from Seto’s lips. He turned his head to see
where the teen below him was looking, and found his own reflection
looking down at him.

A mirror, really now Kaiba, must you be so kinky? Not that I’m
complaining. He smirked at the expression Seto displayed in the
mirror, the lust that hid behind the surprise. Yami turned his
attention back to the overly dressed, in the Pharaoh’s humble
opinion, teen. He was happily surprised by Kaiba taking a more active
role and claiming his lips, he moaned at the feel of the dragon
master’s lips.

“No objections then?” He whispered into the brunette’s
ear; he took advantage of his position to delve his tongue into the
cavern.

“Shut up geezer.” A chuckle escaped the Pharaoh’s
throat as he undid the button and zipper of Seto’s pants. The
CEO looked up again, to watch the spirit assumed, as he removed his
pants and boxers. Yami trailed his hand across Kaiba’s bare
abdomen; bringing a gasp from the taller boy. The Pharaoh finally
allowed his hand to slip further down, between the brunette’s
legs. The CEO thrust against the hand, obviously against his will.
Another chuckle escaped Yami’s throat.

“First
time?”

“You chuckle again and I’ll show you a first…”
The Pharaoh closed his mouth around the tower he had caused to form
on the dragon master, cutting him off mid-sentence. Yami set a slow
pace; he had waited so long to taste his rival and wanted to savor
it, moment and flavor.. Kaiba then did something that the Pharaoh
thought the teen would never do, he begged. “Please, faster.”
Yami held down Seto’s hips as he tried to thrust into the
magician’s mouth. The Pharaoh obliged Kaiba, quickening the
pace and quickly brining the teen to completion.

“YAMI!”

Yami smirked up at Kaiba, crawling up his prone from and reclaiming
the mouth that had held his attention in many a duel. The tongue
battle that ensued left Yami wondering if he should free his prize
and let him lead, wanting to feel Kaiba inside him. He acknowledged
that now was not the time for such things and he would have to settle
for taking the beauty that lay before him, as though that was a
hardship. Yami finally pulled away and in a moment had banished the
illusion of clothing from his form, immediately
feeling the ease of not having to keep them up, after a moments
hesitation he used the spare energy for
another reason, giving himself a faint outline. He was not entirely
visible, but Kaiba now had a better view of the man who was going to
take him.

Yami lay across the broad pale chest as he waited for Seto to recover
enough for them to continue. He lightly drew patterns across the
expanse of flesh and hummed softly to himself.

“How long have you been planning this?” Was the first
thing out of Kaiba’s mouth when his brain was finally ready to
practice speech again.

“Ages, but there was never an opportunity quite like this
before. I do hope that your walls are sound proof by the way. I never
realized you were so, vocal.”

“I'm sure that anyone would be, under that mouth.” Yami
playfully slapped Kaiba’s chest.

“You vile creature, maybe I should leave you here, like this.”
Yami moved to rise from the bed.

“That wouldn't be my problem.” He brought a knee up and
lightly brushed the spirits erection. The Pharaoh groaned and leaned
into the touch, but Kaiba simply lowered his leg back to the mattess.
Yami glared as his rival before getting off of the bed and going into
the bathroom. Kaiba wasn't worried however, he simply sat and waited
for the Pharaoh to return. Not one to disappoint, Yami returned in
short order, lotion in hand. He raised an eyebrow at the relaxed
position Seto remained in.

“How did you know that I wasn't going to take care of my
problem in there?” Seto smiled in reply.

“Why would you take the problem in hand when you have something
far sweeter waiting for you?” He spread his legs and bent his
knees, openly offering himself. Yami was there in a moment, kneeling
between the spread legs, and spreading lotion over his fingers. He
looked up at the CEO for permission, somehow, Seto managed an
expression of innocence and said quietly, “Be gentle.”
Yami nearly came on the spot was quick to put his had in place.
Carefully, he slid the first finger in to the first knuckle. He
groaned at the thought of what else he would soon have in that
constricing passage.

“Shh, relax.”Gently, he slid the finger in the rest of
the way, and began strechting the dragon master. Slowly, he worked
his way up to three fingers, watching Seto's face, he crooked his
fingers and felt around for just the right spot. He was rewarded by a
full body shudder, and a gasp. “Good?”

“Yess.” Was all that he managed. Feeling that he had
prepared his partner as much as he could, Yami withdrew his fingers
and lined himself up with his destination. He again looked at Seto's
face.

“Ready.” The CEO's eyes were squeezed shut; he gave a nod
in reply and attempted to relax. Yami waited until cobalt met
crimson, then slowly slid in. Once in to the hilt he paused and
allowed Seto to adjust to the feeling. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just...just move would you?” With a smirk,
the Pharoah did as he was asked and began a slow pace. Once the pace
was set, and Seto began to move with him, Yami reached between them
and wrapped a hand around the dragon master's velvet rod, matching
the tempo of their his thrusts. “Faster, uhn, faster damn it.”
The spirit quickened his pace, changing his angle in search of that
bundle of nerves that would make his lover beg. “Right there,
don't stop.”

“I had no...intention to.” Yami felt his climax
approaching, but wanted to make sure that Seto came first. When he
met the blue eyes again, however, the look in Kaiba's eyes told him
that was not a likely possiblity. A slight smirk on the pale features
and then the mucsles around the Pharaoh squeezed. His thrusts
became eractic and his body shook as he came. Yami reached up and
undid the belt from Kaiba's wrists, before reaching down to finish of
his lover's erection just then noticing that he had already come.
Exauhsted, the Pharaoh was forced to stop projecting a visible image.

The King of Games lay down next to his now unbound partner, watching
him. When uncertainty claimed the taller duelist and he glanced up to
reassure himself that Yami had not left him, the Pharaoh wrapped an
arm around the other duelist’s waist.

“Bastard,” Kaiba teased. “Taking advantage of a
poor innocent virgin.”

“Innocent my ass. You could have stopped me if you wanted.”
Kaiba snuggled closer to his lover’s warmth. He glanced up at
the mirror again.

“Yami.” The spirit pulled against sleeps grip.

“Hmm?”

“Remind me to thank Mokuba.”

“Hn.” So that’s where
the mirror come from, I'll have to thank him as well; I wonder if
Yugi is still having that dream...

There
you go, I hope that you enjoyed the second and final chapter of ‘Late
night visitor.’ If there is enough interest then I may right a
parallel Yugi/Mokuba, if you are interested I would also like
suggestions of who should be Uke.

‘Please
leave a contribution in the little box.’

Some
candy would be nice too, anything but chocolate, unless it’s a
Kindereier.

Draco
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