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Compensation	By : DarkTemptations Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Compensation 2/8

Author: Dark Temptations

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Rating: NC17

Summary: Seto Kaiba has it all. Or does he? The powerful CEO is harbouring a little secret but when he gets his dearest wish, will he finally have it all or will there still be something he needs?

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. You can tell that's true because the males remain mostly dressed throughout the series and Joey never pounces Seto *sobs*.

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Dark Temptations Presents

Compensation

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He was cold.

It was the first thought that entered Seto's mind as the darkness receded and it struck him as being wrong in some way. Surely that was not his most important concern? Wasn't there something else that should have been at the forefront of his mind?

As his consciousness returned, his memories came with it and he winced, tensing as he waited for the pain to come. There was pain, but not the soul-searing agony he remembered feeling. His right hip and shoulder ached where he had apparently landed on them, but that was all.

Had the pain been real or just a dream?

He started to move and immediately received the answer when a dull ache throbbed through his lower body. He gritted his teeth against it and tried to ignore the feeling as he slowly sat up. He paused, then cursed himself for his hesitation and looked down to see why he was hurting. He stared in shock.

Normally his pants lay almost smooth against him, the slight bulge the product of his skilled tailor, the only man alive who knew Seto's secret. But now... His pants were not just bulging, they were tented obscenely.

Seto swallowed against the panic rising in his throat. What had happened? Had he hurt himself when he had fallen? Had he had some bizarre sort of allergic reaction? Perhaps his laundress was using a new type of starch in his underwear and had not thought to mention it to him. The possibilities flew through his mind and he dismissed them just as swiftly until there was only one that he was unable to entirely discount. It was improbable and unlikely, but the facts were undeniable. He had made a wish and only a few seconds later, something strange had happened to him. This struck him as being quite a coincidence.

Seto Kaiba had never believed in coincidences.

The feeling of cold was still with him, but now Seto knew its source. He had fallen onto the bathroom tiles and the cold was seeping in through his clothes. Despite his discomfort though, the teen remained seated on the floor. The chill was negligible against his concern about what had happened to him. For the time being, he pushed every other thought aside to concentrate on one thing.

Finding out what was going on inside his pants.

Seto tensed, bracing himself for pain as his hand moved down between his legs and brushed against the tightly stretched material. He released his breath when his groin merely ached a little more, but remained tense as he began to ease the zipper down. The rasping sound was loud in his ears but what caught his attention was the odd feeling in his groin as he unzipped his pants. It felt as if something was pushing against the material. He had never felt anything like it before, but it was not a bad feeling. Seto quite liked it in fact. It was just... strange.

But not nearly as strange as what he felt when he slipped his hand inside his pants.

He froze; stunned as he encountered something that was definitely not the mockery of manhood he was used to feeling there. His mind screamed at him to move, to pull what he was touching free so he could see it with his own eyes and be sure that it was real and not merely a dream, but his body refused to obey. Seto couldn't really blame it. He had used the sight of his shaft to remove all feelings of arousal more times than he could recall. This reluctance to end what surely had to be a fantasy was obviously a side effect of that. But it was one he knew he needed to overcome. Taking a deep breath, he slowly drew his shaft out of his pants and looked down.

Seto had never given much thought to the phrases 'his heart stopped' or 'time stood still'. When he saw the result of his wish for the first time though, he suddenly understood both phrases perfectly.

Perhaps it was the shock of the moment, but his mind also flashed back to something he had once heard in the locker room after Gym class. Although he had refused to shower in such unhygienic surroundings, school rules had made it necessary for him to at least go into the room. During one of his one-second visits prior to his arranging for the rule to be changed, he had overheard one of the boys say something to another regarding the size of his shaft. Although the comment had left him disgusted and annoyed at the time, as Seto looked down at what his hand was struggling to hold up... it suddenly seemed rather appropriate.

"That is one big monster."

His voice was a whisper, made husky by both awe and shock. But then - both were warranted considering the change that had occurred to Seto's shaft.

Instead of four inches of weenie, Seto Kaiba now possessed an impressive nine inches of manmeat.

Not only was it long, but it was also thick enough that his hand was unable to circle it - a fact that Seto was only too happy to confirm by wrapping his hand around his shaft.

He groaned at the feel of it. Never before had he imagined a shaft could be so wonderfully long, or hard, or hot, or heavy. His other hand joined the first and he marvelled at how he needed both hands to cup his shaft and his sacs, rather than just one. He studied the sacs with his usual intense curiosity and smirked. They were larger now and weighed far more than normal. Apparently whatever had affected his shaft had affected them as well.

Seto didn't know what had caused his sudden growth spurt - his logical mind refused to give any credence at all to the possibility that his wish had been granted - and he suddenly didn't care. There was only one thing he wanted to know.

Was he still fully functional?

He began cautiously, paying close attention to the feelings that his touch caused as he stroked his heated length. He expected at least a small amount of pain, since he was already aching, but he was surprised that his touch seemed to ease that ache rather than make it worse. The thought flitted through his mind that perhaps the pain had been due to his shaft being stuffed into the tight confines of his pants. Putting the thought to the back of his mind to examine in closer detail later, Seto focused all his attention on his new toy.

His shaft may have been small, but it had always been extremely sensitive. Seto was pleased to find that he had lost none of that sensitivity. A single stroke of a manicured nail over his slit was enough to have the moisture beading there and a single squeeze of the spot just beneath the head was enough to draw a soft moan from deep within him.

Seto started to stroke himself and smiled when he realised that the annoyingly short movements he had always needed to use, and had loathed with a passion, were no longer his only option. His hand moved in long strokes, going from the base to the head and back again in a single fluid motion that soon had his breathing coming in rapid pants and his shaft aching again, this time the pleasurable ache of fullness that Seto welcomed. He shifted, parting his legs a little wider to make himself more comfortable, then changed from the slow, pleasure-building caresses he had been using to the quick pumping motion he knew would soon bring his experience to a satisfying conclusion.

He knew he had been in the bathroom for too long. Every minute he delayed his gratification heightened the risk of his secretary coming into his office for some reason. The door of his bathroom was open. If she entered the office, he would be caught with his pants down - literally.

Despite that risk, or perhaps because of it, Seto did not close the bathroom door. Although he had never believed himself to be an exhibitionist, he found himself deliberately holding back. The thought of being seen in such a position was not the reason for his racing pulse, he realised. It was the thought that, if someone else saw his shaft as it was now, he would know for certain that it was real.

But the fire of need surging through him was definitely real and Seto bit his lip hard as he tried to keep himself from moaning at the exquisite pleasure-pain. He knew he had reached the limit of his endurance. One more touch and he would find out if his shaft was truly the gift it seemed to be.

He moved his hand up to squeeze the head and ran his forefinger over the slit. His body tensed, his back arching, then he shuddered as his release overtook him. His head went back and he gasped as his vision went white.

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Seto slowly came back to himself, his senses returning to him one by one. First, his sight returned and he was startled to realise that he was still sitting on the bathroom floor. Then, he was aware of the tiles beneath him, their cold seeping into his body and their hardness making him physically uncomfortable. Next came the smell of sex, hanging heavily on the air. There was a metallic taste in his mouth and he scowled as he recognised it. To keep himself from screaming in his moment of release, he had bitten his lip so hard he had drawn blood. Finally, Seto became aware of a faint beeping sound.

It took him several seconds to place it as the sound of a fax being received. His business side automatically informed him that it was most likely the information he had requested from accounting earlier that morning. The rest of him was rather shaken at the realisation that the world was still going on as if nothing had changed.

He shook his head, marvelling at his own arrogance. Of course nothing had changed. His shaft had grown by five inches in the space of a few minutes, but it wasn't as if that affected the whole world. A smirk tugged at his lips. Although it would certainly affect his tailor.

Seto allowed himself a minute to imagine the look of shock on the man's face when he next went in for a fitting, then chased such pleasant images from his mind. Although his amusement had momentarily distracted him, he had not forgotten where he was or what he needed to do. Now that his arousal had receded, he was very aware of how precarious his position was and how urgently he needed to clean up the evidence of his pleasure and return to his work.

With a sigh of reluctance for what he was about to do, Seto steeled himself for his least favourite part of pleasuring himself. He needed to turn his arousal off. Still, at least it would be over quickly. He had an infallible method for doing so.

Seto moved his hand to cup his shaft and moaned softly as he felt the heated length twitch in response. It felt so good. But he could not afford the time to delight in it. Promising himself a good long session with his massager later that night, Seto looked down at himself.

The sight of his shaft in his hand never failed to take away all traces of his arousal.

The sight of his wonderful nine inches of sensitive, pleasure-inducing shaft being held by his hand as if it was about to be stroked made him moan as he visibly hardened.

With the failure of his 'infallible' method, arousal wasn't the only thing stirring within Seto. The first tendrils of worry also began to thread their way into his mind. He frowned down at his shaft and tried to force himself to relax, but it was no use. The more he tried to disengage himself from the feel of it, the more he noticed it and the harder it became. He tried pushing it back into his pants but it was already too hard and touching it only made it worse.

Seto knew he had a problem. But he was an intelligent teen so he was confident he could find a solution. He merely needed to consider the situation for a time. Perhaps if he distracted himself by cleaning up the bathroom...

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An hour later, Seto strode out of his office. "An urgent matter has come to my attention. I will be out for the rest of the day. Reschedule all of my appointments." He was gone before his secretary could do more than wonder why her employer was wearing his flared dark blue trench coat buttoned up, rather than open down the front like normal.

Fighting the twin urges to wince and moan as his arousal rubbed against his coat with every step he took, the walk to the garage seemed to him to take far longer than usual. Fortunately, his glare kept all of his employees at a distance so he did not have to stop and deal with any of them along the way.

He had never been so glad to see his limousine before and barely kept from sighing in relief as he slipped into the privacy and comfort of the back seat.

"Where to, Sir?"

His chauffeur's voice was a timely reminder to Seto that he wasn't alone. "Kaiba Estate." He drew his hand back from where it had been about to slip beneath his trenchcoat and prided himself on not ordering the man to be quick about it. He had already found his release four times that afternoon, counting the time before his wish had been granted. He could wait the thirty minutes it would take to get home.

Five minutes into the ride, Kaiba decided two things. His chauffeur was deliberately finding every single bump in the road and he most definitely could not wait until he was home.

As he slipped his hand beneath his coat and began to stroke his hardness, Seto tried to ignore the worry growing within him.

Although he had always considered himself to be a normal, healthy, adolescent male, he had never had much of a sex drive. Yet ever since his shaft had grown so suddenly, he had found himself unable to keep his hands off it! It was not out of pure need, though. It was simply that he seemed to be unable to satisfy himself.

He had tried distracting himself with cleaning and had ended up having to clean up again. He had tried distracting himself with work and had barely moved his documents in time to save them from being ruined. Also, the fullness in his groin made it impossible for him to concentrate. So he had decided to go home, where he could focus on finding a solution to his problem without any risk of interruption or embarrassment.

Seto bit back a moan and stroked himself more firmly. He had under twenty minutes to bring himself to completion and clean up or else there would be no risk - he really would be both interrupted and embarrassed.

He made it with five minutes to spare.

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As soon as he entered his bedroom, Seto sighed in relief. His first order of business was to close and lock his door.

Once assured of his privacy, he began to undo the buttons on his trenchcoat. As he did so, he made a note to himself that flared trenchcoats were more than just fashionable, they were also very useful. The flared style had more than adequately disguised the presence of his arousal. No one who had seen him had guessed that his fly was undone and his shaft was poking out of his pants.

Seto slipped the coat off his shoulders, for once not caring that it fell onto the floor. His usual tidy ways would no doubt reassert themselves at some point, but for now it was more important to him that he undress with all possible speed.

He began walking to the bed, his hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt as he moved. By the time he reached it, his chest was bare and his shirt lay discarded on the floor. He felt a prickle of conscience about it, but his shaft was aching for release and he had no wish to waste time picking up after himself.

Besides, he really wasn't sure he could bend over in the state he was in.

Mere seconds after reaching the side of his bed, Seto stepped out of the pants and black satin boxers pooled around his feet. He took a moment to revel in the feel of the cool air circulating over his warm, bare skin as he considered his next move with care.

He had a set routine that he followed every time he did this sort of thing. First he would shower away the stress that had accumulated throughout the day, then he would lie down and pleasure himself until he was sated. Only in the privacy of his own bedroom would he grant himself the luxury of not stopping after his initial release. It was also the only place and time when he would allow his mind to seek out the fantasy which caused his passion to reach heights far beyond a mere release of sexual tension. He would then bathe again, removing all traces of his self-indulgence from his person. After that, he would dress in his black satin pyjamas and slip between his crisp sheets to sleep until his alarm went off the following morning.

It was a routine he had perfected over the past few years, but Seto was not certain it would leave him satisfied this time around. He decided to try a variation on it. Skipping his usual shower, Seto went straight for the 'pleasure until sated' part.

Less than a minute later, he was thoroughly immersed in his mental imagery. He could almost feel the weight of his imaginary partner pressing down on him. He could almost taste the sweetness of his mouth. He could almost see... No, he couldn't. As hard as he tried, he could never make out his dream lover's features. Not even the colour of his hair or eyes. It was his sole frustration, but one he had learned to overlook. Instead, he focused on the other aspects of his fantasy.

Less than two minutes later, he was moaning as his hands stroked, rubbed and squeezed his achingly hard shaft, his mind providing him with the illusion that it was another's hands pleasuring him so thoroughly.

Less than five minutes after that, Seto cried out as he found his release.

Within a minute, he was moaning again.

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