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Blue Eye Lust	By : KlebKat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blue Eye Lust

By: KlebKat

Paring: Seto/Keith

Version: Un-beta'd *she is requesting a beta/editor*

Disclaimer: If I owned YGO!, do you think I'd be writing a disclaimer to it?

Summery: "Bandit" Keith Howard hasn't been in a decent tournament
since Duelist Kingdom, and he's a major player for any Duel Monsters
tournament, so, it would make sense that Seto Kaiba would personally invite him
over to the Kaiba Mansion to discuss his participation in Kaiba's next
tournament...right?

Warning: Yaoi, light S&M, and just your basic Orange, Citrus drink due to the semi-non-con.
This is probably way OOC!

A/N: See, I was having this dream five days ago about tornados (6-6-04) and then I woke up and thought,
"Hey, that was weird!" Then, right after I thought that, an evil
bunnie jumped me in bed, and his name was Keith. Then he was joined by another
evil plot bunnie named Seto, and then the Seto bunnie tied the Keith bunnie to
the bed and proceeded to do things to him in front of me...so, besides that, I
just made the rest of the fic up.

Anyway, this story just ended up weird and isn't really one of my best works, so
enjoy regardless. STUPID REPETITION DEMON!

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"Bandit" Keith Howard wiped the sweat from his neck with his hand.
Mid summer was always killer for him, and he much preferred winter anyway. He
wiped his hand on the hip of his faded blue jeans.

Keith was standing in the Kaiba mansion lobby, slightly irritated by the verity
of reds and oranges that covered the room and draped the railing of the stairs.
It reminded him of summer which made him think of heat and that caused him to
flinch in distaste.

"What's wrong, Keith? Don't like my taste in dcor?" The deep, velvet
voice came from the top of the stairs.

Bandit Keith didn't need to look up to know who it was, he had heard much of
the boy while dueling on fruity man's island. "Who says I'm looking at the
furnishings, Kaiba?"

"I can remove them if you want; I don't care much for fall anyway."

"Fall?" Keith's head shot up to look at the CEO above him, who was
leaning on his hands as he leaned over the railing, looking down at Keith with
shadows around his eyes from his hair, which his bangs accented, sticking up in
a circular motion on the right side.

"The autumn leaves from last season are behind you," Kaiba indicated
with a gentle nudge of his head. "You see, Gozubaro was an odd man. He
liked to be one season ahead of every one."

Keith's blue eyes screened each leaf quickly over black sunglasses noticing
that all were taped to the wall. He turned back to Kaiba, the dragon hadn't
moved a single centimeter from where he was leaning on the railing. "But
the old man's dead, right?"

"Hai, he's dead, but Mokuba liked the tradition, so I asked the servants
to keep at it."

It was then that Keith noticed what Seto was wearing, black leather pants with
a dull shine and a black, wool, turtle neck sweater, which was at least doubled
the size Seto's tiny frame really needed to be wearing. It made him look like a
child, the way the over sized sleeves fell elegantly over the tops of his hand,
flowing loosely around his wrists, the way the doubled over collar touched the
tips of his earlobes, and framed his jaw perfectly. "What's with the
winter outfit?"

Seto was still smiling, "I like to be two seasons ahead," he paused,
chuckling softly. "Actually, it gets rather cold in here, and I can't turn
the air conditioner off manually." Seto finally changed his body position
to that of a thinker; his thumb holding his chin up as he stood straight, his
index finger resting on his pale, pink lips, his left arm draped across his belly
so that he could rest his elbow in his palm. His ocean blue eyes searched the
man before him. He asked again, "So, you don't like my dcor?"

"I thought you asked me here for a tournament, not to discuss your taste
in fashion," Keith snapped.

"Yes, so true." Kaiba began walking slowly down the stairs, his hip
twisting ever so slightly.

Slut blinked itself in neon green inside Keith's head, but he quickly dismissed
it for the moment.

The CEO descended the stairs with fluid motion and grace, but took his damn time,
getting on Keith's nerves. "Could you hurry? I got a life too, you
know."

"You should have more patience, Keith. Remember that this is my
tournament, so I can take as long as I want, when I want."

The way the owner of Kaiba Corp. spoke froze the American's nerves and he
stepped away as Seto reached the last stair. He was expecting to get hit when
the dragon lifted his hand, but Kaiba simply touched the top brim of Keith's
sun glasses and traced the frame to the back of his ear. Seto lightly toyed with
the older man's golden yellow hair, and suddenly Kaiba tilted the glasses down
Keith's nose, revealing his eyes. "Must you wear these things in my house?
You have such pretty blue eyes..."

Keith stepped back quickly as Seto's face got closer to his and an electric
shock of protest was sent through his groin.

Seto smiled, "Do I frighten you?" He turned around, not once leaving
the stairs, and he began to walk back up them. "Are you coming?"

"Why did you invite me here?" Keith demanded.

"Why? Because you haven't been in a proper tournament since Duelist
Kingdom, and that hardly qualifies...and I've kept up with you."

The words sent dangerous shivers down the American's spine. "Kept
up?"

"Of course, you've played in every tournament that has hosted large purses
as the grand prize all throughout North America. So, it makes sense as to why
I'd keep up with you...Keith."

He felt like he was in the strong embrace of another, a hand on his ass,
groping him and soft lips on his chapped ones.

"Keith?" Midnight blue eyes peered into his, half of a sinister smirk
showing on his lover's translucent face.

Oh shit... Another pulse of interest found its way into Keith's dick and he
found the air around him almost too hot to bear and too thin to breath; and
what was worse was the sound of his name being echoed suggestively inside his
head.

"Is something wrong, Keith?"

He looked up at his host, panting slightly, dark brown hair nearly shoved up
his nose and he could have sworn that a hand had just ran itself down the front
of his pants, tugging at the zipper to his jeans. "It's nothing, must be
the heat."

Wait, is he...is he trying to seduce me? It was then that Keith realized just
how close he was to Kaiba. One step away, one step a way from fully touching
him...

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Seto asked, dark amusement it his
voice.

"Hn?" Keith came back to his senses and realized that he was holding
Seto to him by the teen's waist, not harshly, but to his male instincts, very
appetizingly.

Kaiba was standing sideways on the stairs in front of Keith, looking down on
him with eyes half closed, sapphire blue darkly clouded over with...

"No," he answered simply.

Seto looked shocked, as if he hadn't expected that reaction from the older man
and began to say something, but quickly turned and continued to walk up the
stairs, letting Keith's hand slip from his side.

*~*~*

"Why host a tournament right after Battle City?" Keith lazily leaned
against the wall as Kaiba busied himself with the electronically locked door. The
blond American scowled as he was obviously ignored by Seto as the high-tech
teen had his eye scanned, swiped a key card, and punched in a five digit
number.

What's with all the security for this one room? His thoughts were interrupted
by Seto's voice. "Please go on in." Keith strolled in, not liking the
fact that he felt like prey.

The room was dark; the singular, large, rectangle window had its dark blue
drapes pulled closed. The carpet and the canopy bed to his left was all done in
dark, deep blues; the only piece of furniture that wasn't blue was the wooden
desk far off in the corner of the bedroom--Bedroom?

The click of the lock startled Keith out of his mind, and he turned quickly to
the door, his heart pounding.

"You really should take off those glasses, Keith." Seto was leaning
against the door, his hands behind him obviously resting on the doorknob.

"Why?" Keith asked.

"Because," Seto lazily lifted himself up off of the door, walking
slowly towards the bigger man, "I like blue eyes."

Keith circled back to the door, keeping his distance from the elder Kaiba. Once
he reached the door, Keith tried to open it, but the damn thing wouldn't budge.

He could hear Seto chuckling behind him, "I'm afraid that wouldn't work,
Keith. The door will only open for me."

Shit, so that's what all the security was for! It's set up like a damn jail!

Keith felt hands rest on his shoulders, then slide down his jean vest, pressing
softly into his back. "I wanted to tell you on the stairs," Kaiba
purred, his left arm snaking around Keith's hard waist, its hand rubbing
against Keith's cock, "that I like blond hair too." Keith grunted
softly as he felt Seto's other hand brush through his hair, ripping the
American flag bandana violently from his head.

The CEO next relieved Keith of his sunglasses, joining his bandana with a thud
on the carpeted floor. Seto momentarily stopped his administrations to the
front of Keith's pants to grab a fist full of the black fabric of the man's
t-shirt and rip it from it tucked position in the waistband.

With the front of Keith's shirt un-tucked, Seto returned his hand to Keith's
need, while the other climbed inside his shirt and roughly teased the older
man's nipples.

"God..." Keith muttered breathlessly, becoming fully erect in his boxers.

"Bed...the bed...go towards the bed!" Seto commanded, giving Keith a
push in the right direction. Well, it was more of a forceful shove, and Keith
nearly lost his balance.

The American stumbled to the edge of the canopy bed, the bend of his knees pressing
up against the edge of the mattress and he sat down involuntarily.

Seto's hands found his shoulders and he sat down on Keith's lap, reaching up
under Keith's arms to peal the jean vest off his shoulders to add to the
collection on the floor.

Keith could barely breathe the weight and suffocating kisses of the CEO was too
much and his head became fuzzy, detail began to fade away and when he came back
to his senses, he found himself completely shirtless and Kaiba devouring him.
Keith tried to move his hands, to run them through wild cinnamon locks of
Seto's hair, but he found that he could only grace the tips of the scared fluff
as both of his writs were tied to something under the bed with light blue, silk
fabric.

Seto stopped, lifting half opened, deep, darkly lust filled eyes to meet
Keith's helpless, open mouth, virgin princess expression. The corners of his
mouth twisted up into a sadistic smile as he raised himself to the head of
Keith's cock, sharply nipping the tip with his canines.

"Ahhhh! You kinky little bastard!" Keith hissed, but Seto just
ignored him, enjoying the various ways and sounds Keith expressed his pleasure
as he continued to suck him.

Finally, Keith released and could feel Seto lapping at him like a lollypop.
"Damn, you're good!" he sighed into his hair and pillow as Seto gave
his head a last lick for good measure.

Keith's mind fizzed out again and then he felt fingers brushing against his
cheek. Keith opened his eye's to slits, his once bright eyes where now reduced
to a soulless lust for his partner. Seto was over him now, the boy's hips
between his legs. The sweater Kaiba had been wearing was now somewhere on the
floor. He opened his mouth and suckled on two of Kaiba's fingers, the strange
metal taste reminding his mind of something.

The billionaire ran his free fingers through Keith's hair, as if petting him. A
sparkling shimmer caught his eyes now and again, but they were so brief that he
would forget about them till he saw the next one.

"What. To. Do. Next?" he heard Kaiba say, the clicking of his tongue
a cold, fascinating feat as Seto removed his fingers from Keith's mouth and
slithered back down his elders body.

Kaiba lifted Keith's legs over his shoulders, retaking Keith's cock into his
mouth and sucking hard as he unzipped his own pants. Seto lifted the man up
with his shoulders and the American spread his legs as wide as he could when
Kaiba began.

The first finger hurt like hell for Keith, his screams echoing off of the
bedroom walls, but Seto soon found that sweet spot within him. "Do you
like that, Keith?"

Keith didn't answer and Seto continued sucking as he curled his finger inside
him, wrestling a deep moan from Keith.

This continued for thirty minutes, and Keith released again in his mouth again.
Seto lifted his head, licking the cum off of his lips and chin. He slid his
fingers out of the other's ass, letting the remainder of white seed coat his
long fingers. Seto took his three main fingers and re-entered Keith, finger
fucking the man with his own sperm.

"Are you ready?" he asked at last, his voice dark, passionate, and
blistering. Seto stood, not waiting for the other to reply, and began to finish
undressing himself, white fluid barely leaking from the others limping dick,
sperm everywhere. He claimed onto the bed, positioning himself over his
partner, and bent down to nip Keith's jaw. "Seto...Seto."

He smiled, seductive, hot, and questionable. "Yes, that's right, call his
name." His darkening brown hair fluffed up as he raised quickly, his knees
pressing into Keith's hips, his ankles hooked under Keith's knees.

Seto slammed down completely unprepared onto Keith's dick, screaming in joy as
he felt the American fill him up to the hilt. Seto's hands traveled up Keith's
chest and he then held his arms over his head, pumping himself up and down
Keith.

Tears leaked out of Keith's eyes, "...not...not...so fast..." Bandit
Keith bit his bottom lip and then moaned in pleasure and pain. He brought his
hands as high as they could go, resting on the younger boy's lower hips.
"...not so...fast..."

Seto was pulling on his own hair, wild and light, fluffed from love making,
laughing, moaning, and panting. Finally, the older man released for a third
time, within Seto Kaiba.

The CEO's upper body dropped down onto Keith's after his release, his head and
hands resting lightly on Keith's chest and shoulders. Moments past, and Seto
raised his head slightly, sweat drenched dark brown locks looking a slimy shade
of wood water. "K, Keith? Bandit Keith? What...are you...doing here?"

The American's brows furrowed, "You...invited me here, for
a...tournament."

"Tourn...ament?"

"Yes, the one...you're hosting."

Seto shook his head slowly, then vigorously, "I'm, I'm not hosting a Duel
Monsters tournament. Battle City just ended!"

"But, you...then we..."

Seto inhaled deeply, squeezing Keith's shoulders tightly. "It was
him." As if Seto could hear Keith's mental 'Hu?' he dropped his head back
down to Keith's chest and continued, "Seth, Seth."

A giggle interrupted Seto's light sobbing and he lifted his head slightly, his
power hand reaching under the pillow that occupied Keith's head, mumbling,
"Mine."

And that's when Keith noticed it, all of it. Until seconds before, Seto had
looked incredibly tanned; not his usual pale self. His normal, dark oak colored
hair always brushed back perfectly had been wild and cinnamon in color during
most of the activity. Seto's calm and 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' every day attitude
had been replaced his whole visit with a cocky, flirtive personality; just every
bit as cocky, arrogant, and smart as the other. "Shit! Multiple
personality disorder!"

The other laughed, quite amused. "Not exactly, but close enough."
Seth's hand pulled back from under the pillow, a small, shiny gold object in
his hand that Keith recognized all to well. Shit, he must have had that thing
with him when I arrived; no wonder he had that big, freakin' ass sweater on!
"How the hell did you get that!"

"Let's just say it belonged to me in the first place." The blade of
the Millennium Rod was reviled, the rest of the Rod lying under the pillow.
With one small slash, the blade had seeped itself into Keith's arm, not enough
to hurt him severely, but enough to draw blood, scar, and hurt like hell. Tears
gathered in the American's eyes.

"Now, now, don't cry, my little raccoon, I'm simply claiming you,"
and the tip of his tongue licked at the imperfection, making blood pool in the
cut. He then sealed his lips around it, sucking up the blood and using his
tongue to break open the wound again when it sealed slightly.

Seth released the skin from his mouth; a trail of blood stained saliva drooled
down the corner of his mouth to the wound. "Kiss me."

"No..."

A light, brief glow from the top of the Millennium Rod and Keith's eyes dulled
over, and expressionless, he complied with Seth's command. Seth broke the kiss,
sitting up straight and bouncing his hips up and down on Keith's member, still
inside him, ready to go again. "Mine."
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