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Hunger	By : Ykarzel Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: KF: Hunger (1/4)

Author: Ykarzel

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: S/J

Beta: Sonja, Benniepoo, and Shadow Laura (all very
important, different parts, thanks guys)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine. If they were mine, I�d rent them out to the
Lair for our perverse usage. Alas, they
are not.

Word Count (chapter): 2106

Word Count (to date): 2514

YCC: enter kink.

Seto�s panic was nearly instantaneous. He threw open the door to his office, startling
his morning secretary. �What�s
happening?�

�Mister Kaiba, there�s been a power outage on the whole
block due to an accident. Please do not
worry, all the computers have been-�

�I�m not worried about the computers!� Seto interrupted,
then mentally reminded himself that getting angry only served to fuel his
problem. �I�m worried about the heat.�

She bit her bottom lip.
�Only the computers and lights are hooked to the emergency generator.�

He allowed himself a moment to digest this information. �I�m going home.�

�But Sir, your meetings-�

�Cancel them. Call
down and have my car prepared.�

Seto walked away from her, hurriedly stabbing the elevator
button. After a moment he growled,
realizing that the elevators were not working.
He turned to the stairs.

�Sir!� his secretary called out. �Your car, it�s,� she paused as Seto turned
to stare at her. �Stuck,� she finished
quietly.

The doors. He had his
own personal garage on the bottom level of the building. The doors were both automatic, therefore
electric. His car was trapped in the
garage. He took a deep, calming breath,
reminding himself that it was not his secretary�s fault.

�Call me a taxi.�

He knew, logically, he should have just stayed in his
office. He should have stayed in there
with the door closed so that the air remained cool. But the idea of being trapped inside Kaiba
Corp in the heat, unable to control how his body reacted, sparked a type of
fear in him. Work was where he was
supposed to always be in complete control.

He took his time on the stairs, hoping that by the time he
reached the bottom there would be a taxi waiting for him. Hopefully one with air conditioning. He loosened the tie around his neck, and
wished reverently for the baggy, comfortable, cotton shorts he slept
in.

He reached the bottom level with an internal groan. The two automatic doors of the lobby had been
pushed open and propped. Hot air rising from
the pavement rushed inside.

The door security guard, a young woman in her late twenties,
walked over to him. �Sir, there�s a taxi
waiting for you outside.�

He nodded to her, feeling the intense need to squirm, and thanked
the powers that be that most of his staff was female. At least his heat-spurred arousal hadn�t
found a target.

The damage was done by this point; stepping outside was no
worse than being in the lobby. He was
thankful that he wasn�t yet visibly hard- he had at least some control.

�Sir?�

His attention was riveted to a young man. He looked about twenty, only a few years
older than Seto. He was leaning casually
against a taxi, his pelvis thrust slightly outward, making his already tight
slacks even more revealing. His shirt
was partially unbuttoned, completely acceptable due to the heat. His hair was a strawberry blonde, and his
green eyes nearly rivaled Seto�s blue in their intensity.

�You called for a taxi?�
The man stood up straight, and opened the passenger door offering
entrance with one hand. He wore a causal
smirk, and unabashedly looked Seto up and down.

Seto felt his cock go stiff.
He knew, with certainty, that he could not get into that taxi
with that driver. He knew his
limits. Self control, when confronted
with intense desire, often took a back seat.

He shut his eyes against the image of this driver in
a back seat. �I�ll walk,� he bit out
shortly.

He opened his eyes only after turning away. He spent a moment trying to convince himself
that he was not running away, and then gave up the argument with himself,
knowing he�d only lose.

It was two whole blocks before he felt he was safe from the
sinfully beautiful taxi driver with his unbuttoned shirt and casual smirk. Still, walking was already quite
painful. He had to do something about
his hard on, and soon.

He tried to think of something repulsive, like Yugi in a
cheerleading outfit, and although the mental image did succeed in making him
feel sick to his stomach, it did nothing to ease his condition.

It was shocking how quickly the business district of Domino
faded into the crummy shopping district.
Then again, as small as Domino really was, perhaps it wasn�t that
shocking.

The area didn�t bother Seto as much as it probably should
have. Surrounded by pawn shops and
thrift stores, he actually felt quite at home.
He�d spent a lot of time around this area as a kid. In fact, the orphanage was located only four
blocks east.

His eyes fell on an old theatre. He remembered it; he�d taken little Mokuba
there once for the kid�s birthday.
They�d snuck out to see the movie and it had taken everything Seto had
saved up to buy both of the tickets. The
theatre was horrible, dirty and old. But
the one thing he remembered clearly was that it was cool.

Either the manager had somehow realized that some people
will pay to see a movie just to be in air conditioning, or the manager just
hated the heat. Hopefully that same man
was still the manager.

Walking in, cold air washed over his body. He shivered against it, goose bumps popping up
all over him. He felt his cock twitch at
the added stimulus. He really needed to
take care of that soon.

Bypassing the ticket sales, he went straight to the
bathroom. It was dirty like the rest of
the place, but he�d deal with it. He
couldn�t go back out into the heat as aroused as he was.

There were three stalls against the wall. He headed for the one farthest back, and
realized it was occupied. He, silently,
swore death on the man inside, and went into the middle stall. He�d have to wait; there was no way he
would relieve himself when somebody else was present.

He did, however, unzip and drop his pants, wanting to sigh
aloud at the relief of being freed.

Glancing at the floor, he saw that the stall to the right
was still occupied. A pair of tennis
shoes were visible. Except, they weren�t
facing forward like they were supposed to.

Movement above the shoes caught his eye. There was a hole in the wall at waist height,
about the size of his fist. But the hole
was clearly intentional; it was sanded around the edges. He could see the man
in the other stall moving.

It only took him three more seconds to put it all
together. He�d walked into a Tea Room. Instinctively, he stood up to leave, but
paused when he realized he�d have to pull his pants back up over his arousal.

tap � pause � tap � pause � pause � tap � tap

Seto stared at the wall that separated the stalls. The man was knocking. Or tapping.
Movement at the hole caught his attention and he saw the man�s index finger
come through the hole and beckon him.

Seto�s blood ran cold.
He was being propositioned to use a glory hole, in a bathroom of a movie
theatre. His brain was chanting leave,
leave, leave, but a different organ had a much more convincing argument.

His mind quickly ran through his options. He could, A; decide to leave, pull his pants
back up, attempt to zip them, and go back out into the heat. Or he could, B; take the stranger up on his
offer, achieve the relief he was going to attempt to give himself anyway,
without any consequences.

Logically, he bent down and began to pull up his pants. However, in his bent position, he saw
movement through the hole. He was
staring at a highly aroused crotch, trapped in a denim prison. His resolve faltered and he stood back up,
pants still around his ankles.

The man on the other side would have no idea he was Seto
Kaiba; nobody had known he would end up at this place. The other had been here first and there was
nobody had seen him come in. There was
relatively no risk to him. What harm
could it bring?

Once his decision was made, action followed. With his right hand, he gently eased his cock
through the hole.

At first, nothing happened.
After a moment of waiting, he panicked.
What if he had read the signal wrong?
What if the man had just wanted his attention to ask for toilet
paper? He started to pull away, ready to
run, the zipper, the heat, and all. He
jerked to a stop when a hand grabbed him, effectively immobilizing him. Seto had thought that he was in control of
this, but he�d given access of his most vulnerable part to a complete
stranger. Yet, instead of scaring him,
it made him painfully harder.

He had another moment to wonder if the stranger was going to
please him or hurt him. Then he felt hot
breath travel down his length. He sank
with relief against the stall wall in front of him. Looking down, he could see a pair of denim
clad knees. The hand moved to the base
as far as the hole would allow, and a timid tongue ghosted across him. He didn�t think the man had seemed timid
before- perhaps he was just teasing.

All at once, he was engulfed. A moan slipped past his throat before he
could catch it. His knees nearly gave
out and he reached up with one arm to secure himself to the top of the stall
wall.

The stranger must have been teasing, because he was in no
way timid. Talented would be a better
adjective. He�d obviously done this many
times before. The thought of this man,
coming here specifically to suck cock, tore another moan from him.

When the stranger�s mouth pulled away, his tongue raked
across the vein under Seto�s erection, stopping at the beginning of the head, causing
him to convulse involuntarily. The cold
air of the room raced in to cool the trail the hot tongue had left in its wake. The goose bumps that had faded returned full
force and he shivered.

Expertly, the tongue traced along the smooth ridge, and
flicked evilly where the ridge met the vein.
The onslaught to his most sensitive area made him want to scream, but
there was no name on his lips to shout.

His mind created a faceless image of his mystery
partner. On his knees in a dirty
bathroom, jeans unzipped just enough to allow his erection freedom, jerking
himself with one hand while his other and his mouth pleased the anonymous cock
before him.

He was close already; he�d been too worked up to start
with. He tried to hold back; he wanted this to last as long as he could
manage.

As if he sensed Seto�s resistance, the stranger intensified
his attempt. He sucked in, the walls of
his cheeks closing around Seto. The
suction was nearly painful, but when the man coupled it with dragging his
textured tongue roughly across Seto�s head, he was done in.

He expected the stranger to pull away. To his absolute shock, lips locked tightly
around him and swallowed greedily when he came.
Seto�s shout echoed through the room.
Only his hand, clenched tightly on the top of the stall, kept him from
collapsing to the floor.

His head pressed against the cool wall, his breath came out
in harsh pants. It took him a long
moment to get his breathing under control enough

He could hear the stranger in the other stall rolling the
toilet paper, probably to clean himself up.
Seto was glad he wasn�t being asked to reciprocate. He wasn�t sure how he would respond to
that. Anyway, it sounded like the
stranger had gotten off without his help.

Realizing he was still exposed, Seto pulled his now limp
cock back through the hole. He pulled
his pants up quickly. Now that he was
sated, his brain and conscious came back with a vengeance. He had to get out of there, before the other
man left, so that he never saw the stranger, and the stranger never saw him.

Opening the stall door, he saw his reflection in the
mirror. His face was flushed and his were pupils dilated. He was caught for a moment by the mirror. If the other were to come out, he�d be seen,
and he�d get to see. But the other stall
didn�t open. After another heartbeat his
legs responded to his screaming brain and he fled the bathroom.
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