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Masseur	By : ChibiChan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2411 -:- 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.

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Masseur
By: Chibi-chan

Disclaimer:

I do not own the characters or the series they represent nor am I making any type of funds/money off this work.

Author Notes:

Oh yeah, look for a lot of yaoi-hentai-one-shots (maybe a few continuations…) in the future from me. ^_~

^_~ No Yugi because…Hell, I like YY x S better than Y x S or the threesome. Sorry! Besides…need more YY x S…J x S (or S x J) is taking over the YGO fanfiction fandom as per usual…and this is my pitiful attempt to bring back our YY x S fans…*bwahaha*

--My FIRST one-shot yaoi lemon/smut fic is dedicated to the dedicated Y x S/S x Y authors Sweet-lil-Amychan, Kyrenea, Satori Opaque, Dai-na, Blue September, and OrangeGirlExplosion, but also two very talented threesome authors Soli and Xpyne, Shi-koi and to my friends (in the WK department ^_~) sweetdeily, Forsaken, and Anria--

Masseur is the title given to a male who gives massages…

This is actually my first pure yaoi fic…my first lemon…*sniffle*

This is a LEMON – explicit sex scenes between two people.

And it is YAOI – (graphic) sex between two males.

This is an YY × S coupling only.

You saw right people, uke!Seto.

Enjoyyyy~

Warnings:
Yaoi (Graphic m/m sex)
Lemon/Smut
Not quite PWP (since there’s more than just plain sex…*cough* Kind of)
Sexual innuendos/suggestive dialogue
Sexual frustration (no joke on this one)/UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)
Mild language
Sap, fluff, WAFF

Key
“…” denotes dialogue
Italics denote thought
o O @ O o denote flashback

Masseur
*
Seems like each time
I’m with you I lose my mind,
Because I’m bending over backwards to relate.
It’s one thing to complain
But when you’re driving me insane
Well then I think it’s time that we took a break.
– “In Too Deep,” Sum41
*
Saturday, April 19th – 5:45 AM – Kaiba Mansion
*
The talented and wealthy CEO of Kaiba Corp, Kaiba Seto, was busily typing on his laptop in his study room. A low-lighted antique lamp had been turned on and placed on the far side of his oak stained desk and his blinds as well as curtains were closed to keep the intruding rising sunlight out. The somewhat dark room was illuminated by hardened, concentrating azure eyes, which held their steady gaze on the lighted screen of the small laptop computer as a slur of words and lines appeared from his speedy working.

He had been working all through the previous night (usually called an “all-nighter”) – actually all through the whole month and some days – trying to finish up the blue prints, plans, and demos for his corporal executives and business associates for the next dueling item he was working on so he could present a good impression at their next meeting that was coming up very soon. All in all, it was very tiring and frustrating. Seto swore that he was going to get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from all the excess stress and typing that his hands and wrists were being forced to do…not to mention his back was aching very bad from sitting slumped over in a chair. But the only real problem, if you’d like to call it that, was his long-term relationship boyfriend.

Yami no Yugi (just call him Yami though!), the leather wearing, tri-color haired Pharaoh (who always wants sex, sex, sex…joking…kind of).

They had been together for over a year and got along rather well once they both got past their differences and past experiences as well as dueling with one another. Both of them were very much in love. Yami spent most of his time latched at Seto’s side; arm and hand around the other’s waist while the other trailed up his silk button-up shirt that drove Yami up a tree. Seto in silk was absolutely delicious and Seto himself knew it, hence why the CEO always wore them when around Yami! Said person almost always was found at the Kaiba manor, poking Seto into bed, playing with the other’s hands, and kissing the brunet’s delicate, lithe body all over.

But like in every “too good to be true” relationship, there were times when they had their rough spots and fights. Those were mostly caused by Seto’s working…but he couldn’t help it! He had his brother to take care of and a growing company to manage (like he’d let those imbeciles that worked for him take care of financial business of the sort!).

In the end of the all the fights though they had great make-up sex (and the fact romping around in Seto’s midnight blue, silk king-size bed sheets rubbing against their hot bodies was a very good feeling enough as it is). Seto was always on the bottom though. Yami loved the dominance he held over the chocolate-haired teen while playing bedmates together. It was probably the feeling of a power rush since the King of Games was so much smaller height-wise when compared to Seto. Said bt dit didn’t mind being the submissive, contrary to beliefs. He actually liked the feeling of being taken by his garnet-eyed love.

But now…with all the work that was being need to get done for his company this “season.” Seto had once again pushed all his thoughts and tendencies into hyper-working mode. He ate, drank, thought, slept, and lived for work while going through this “stage.” Secretly, Yami wondered if Seto even went to the bathroom in this current state of mind…

Now, in working mode, Seto was constantly and frantically trying to get his hands on the newest papers, exposés, and brochures that needed to get done. And this my friends was causing Yami to lose his mind! Not only did they have no time for sex, but also they had no time to cuddle, make-out, date one another, or even go outside! Seto was only work, work, work twenty four-seven and Yami was wondering quite “patiently” where the hell is the special slot that goes, “BOYFRIEND” or at least the one that screams “SEX”?!

Seto seemed fine these new part-time arrangements for the moment. It must have been the umpteenth time he pointed out the logic of working to Yami over and over again and every time the smaller teen tried to get into his business pants while Seto lectured on for those few minutes (that turned into hours…?). After the speech was done and the damned zipper on the pants got stuck, Yami only retorted in response that all the work he was doing was costing him a lot of “happiness” and for that fact, Yami stated that he was a very pissed off, horny son of a bitch who was going to take Seto right there up against the wall if he didn’t shut up about work…That of course got Yami kicked out of Seto’s office for the rest of the day…

The usual time span that lasted between the modes could go on from three weeks to almost three months. They were currently going on one month and five days – Yami was keeping track on a calendar and almost every day (some of these you have to plan out, mind you) the Pharaoh would try to get Seto into bed and take him away from his work. But Seto resisted and usually ended up locking Yami out of his study room or office at Kaiba Corp.

The little twit, as loving and caring (and horny) as he is, was deliberately trying to keep him away from working and Seto wouldn’t stand for it (most of the time). Yami was riding high on sexual frustratand and if Seto didn’t have a lot control to dismiss the “oh-so-sexy-one”, no doubt he would be in bed with Yami already and miss his deadline. The tri-color haired teen just didn’t seem to grasp the concept that there was a separate time for working and playing. They don’t mix well together; no matter how many times Yami yelled at him, telling him that they do.

The whole time he was working, his daily routine with Yami was filled with sexual confrontations of the sort. Seto, of course, politely declined them, but nevertheless, got Yami’s temper going in the process. Seto remembered the latest and longest one…the one that held actual promise to the threat…

o O @ O o
(Last) Saturday, April 12th – 3:45 PM – Kaiba Corp.
o O @ O o
A very annoyed Pharaoh, Yami Yugi, glared at his boyfriend, hands on his small leather clad hips, and crimson eyes flashing dangerously. Yami was growing more and more annoyed at the rapid sounds of keyboard keys smashing over and over. He bit his tongue a little as he kept eyeing the other teen, he wanted to lash out, but tried to remain calm and civil. “Seto! Stop working, I say!” he commanded, leering more at the brunet.

Seto, still sorting through the many papers on his desk and typing with one hand, raised his head to look at Yami for a small moment. His reading glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. “Yami, I have a business to uphold. Can you please wait?” He asked nonchalantly, azure eyes flashing indignantly at his significant other that was currently getting ready to throw him out the window.

Yami pouted, his face contorting into a sour frown. “I’ve been waiting for the past…” Yami took a quick gander to his nonexistent watch that was on his wrist then quickly brought his head up, “four hours!” Seto set his papers down on the table and clasped his hands together, tucking them under his chin and leaning in to look at Yami from behind his desk and leather swivel chair.

“Oh? According to my time – which is actually correct and not fake at all – we’ve only been here for a minimum of forty-five minutes.” His eyes gleamed under the lenses of his glasses, slightly annoyed at the Pharaoh’s behavior. Yami grit his teeth, his hands now clenching at his sides as he shot Seto a doubly challenging look.

“Seto, I swear if you weren’t such a Ra-damned sexy bastard and I don’t like marring that pale skin of yours outside of bed, I would indubitably kick your stupid ass out that door!” Seto opened his mouth to respond about the comment made about his skin tone, but Yami quickly continued. “Haven’t you heard that idiotic saying, “All work and no play makes a person something-something”?! If not, I’ll tell you now, that something-something is about to make me break!” Yami growled out, walking up to Seto’s desk and slamming his palms face down on the surface of the polished wood. Seto, as usual, was unfazed by his boyfriend’s behavior. He was quite used to his outbursts that Yami displayed. Seto sighed and shook his head. The brunet scooted back from his desk, still sitting snugly in his plush leather chair, and patted his knee a little.

“Come here.”

Yami blinked. He didn’t expect Seto to be so understanding after he got done threatening him…Yami grinned mentally, thinking. Was his Seto a masochist who liked the thought of getting put down? The teen quickly bit his lip in anticipation of that fact and strode around the desk towards Seto. Said person was calmly waiting for the added weight to be poured on his lap. Yami obliged happily and climbed on Seto’s waiting, but still clothed (damn that!) body. Sitting on the other’s lap, Yami comfortably moved his arms around Seto’s neck and nuzzled his head into the other’s embrace, tucking his head under the other’s chin. Yami softly kissed Seto’s neck in content.

Seto sat still for a moment, letting the smaller one get situated before letting his own long limbs wind across Yami’s slim waist. Yami grinned into his boyfriend’s skin. He was very happy at the change of attitude. He breathed in the scent of Seto’s lotion mixed with his own special scent and cologne. It was pure bliss. Yami could smell Seto all day…even though that would be really weird.

The brunet lifted a hand and rested it upon the other’s head, toying a little with the blonde hair that rested on the nape of his neck. “Yami…you know I have to work…” Seto felt the smaller body that was clinging onto him stiffen considerably. Yami knew where this was going...Seto sighed once more, now tracing the small of Yami’s back through thteriterial of his skin-tight shirt. “We can play later...After th –”

Yami immediately shot his head up and glared at Seto. “’After this is done’? Is that so Seto?” he ground his teeth together in annoyance, his fingers digging into Seto’s shirt and clutching it tightly. “You say that every time!” Yami let go of his love’s shirt and got off of Seto’s lap. His ruby eyed narrowed in frustration at the figure in front of him. The figure that was so damned calm at the moment! Ugh! The way Seto didn’t get any sexual urges made Yami think the guy was almost asexual…of course, he knew that wasn’t true or else Seto wouldn’t bother to let himself be taken rough by Yami.

Seto adjusted his glasses, letting the light flicker off the transparent lenses before staring forward at his boyfriend. “You don’t understand Yam –” Again, Seto was cut off short by his demanding love. Yami’s shoulders shook in small spasms as he pointed at Seto, eyes narrowing more dangerously.

“No, you don’t understand! Listen to me Seto! I get what I want. And at the moment, I want you. To hell with work! I’ll get you no matter what; I swear to Ra that I will. Just you wait.” And with that the angry Pharaoh’s eyes blazed with a hidden fire lurking beneath the depths of cool-blood red. Seto blinked a little at the proclamation made in his direction. He knew Yami liked his daily sex…but…this was certainly different from the other confrontations they’ve have about this subject. He seemed really serious and bent on getting him in bed despite his work…He didn’t know whether to be flattered or deathly afraid at the lengths Yami would go to get him (even though he was already Yami’s).

Yami smirked in Seto’s direction, lowering his hand and finger then twisted on his heel. He was ready to go; he established what he wanted and how he was going to get it. Now…he needed a plan and a good way to go at it. This required a lot of thinking and planning since he was going against Seto’s strong sense of determination and will…but of course, both of things can break easily when pressed the right way. Time. All he needs is some time...and coffee to keep him up.

Seto watched silently as his large office doors opened and Yami strolled on out without even a simple goodbye though he knew it was because the little devil was already scheming against him. Seto shook his head, glancing back downward at the forms in front of him that were scattered about on his office desk. His boyfriend was a real piece of work and trouble. Giving out a small huff of breath, Seto went back to attending to his work.

o O @ O o
“ – “ – 6:30 AM – “
*
Yami… Seto sighed at his slow, but very clear recollection of that day. His hands immediately stopped their furious typing for a moment. His eyes glanced around the dark room. He lolled his head around his shoulders, cracking the small bones in neck a few times in the process, which released a bit of stress. He removed his hands from the keyboard and rubbed his wrists subconsciously to ease away some of the pain that was etching through the tendons. Laying back into the back cushion of his chair, Seto brought a stiff limb up to rub at his face. He needed some sleep. Dark shadows were starting to form under his skin and it was showing big contrast since his skin was already very pale. His azure eyes still held their brilliant luster, but he couldn’t help the fact that he was indeed in need of some rest. Maybe Yami was right…about his working curriculum that is.

Hmm…

Seto shook his head in disagreement with himself. Okay, there was a logical reason for his thinking Yami was actually right – he was getting delusional because of no shuteye. He was wrong about thinking that Yami was right. His working patterns were fine! If anyone had problems it would be Yami. Seto distinctly began to remember his boyfriend’s first (but not last) failed attempt that had occurred the week after the Pharaoh’s accusation of “getting what he wants.” It was a very, very close call, but the other teen never got to his destined “treasure trove” during that one try. And that was satisfying enough for Seto.

o O @ O o
(The) Monday (after the confrontation) – April 14th – 7:41 AM – In the limo going school
o O @ O o
Seto definitely knew something was unfolding around him. Especially since yesterday (Sunday), Yami hadn’t come by the mansion to check up him…Yami was up to no good. He was actually going to (desperately) try to get Seto in bed (or bathroom stall…wall…on the swings…) even though he knows he has work to accomplish. Spoiled brat! Maybe letting Yami be in charge during bed wasn’t a good thing after all…the smaller one was getting the impression he could force Seto to hop on the springs at any given time. Said person gripped the handle of his briefcase that held all his homework and business studies in frustration. He wasn’t going to let Yami get past his defenses no matter what.

If his boyfriend wanted war – war he would get! It would prove to be a battle of senses and Seto knew that Yami didn’t have any once sex clouded over his mind. Okay, that wasn’t totally true, the sex factor just kind of “fogged” his senses, but didn’t blind them. So Yami did stand a pretty good chance…stubborn idiot, in an affectionate manner, he was.

Seto closed his eyes, willing himself to enjoy the content feeling he was getting from the smooth ride of his own personal limo and for the fact he was kind of cheating…Well, not really. Yeah, yeah…so he deliberately was going to school late because he didn’t want to deal Yami…who cares? He didn’t want the devil to try and ravish him against the lockers during homeroom time when barely anyone was inside the building (everyone was usually outside in the front courtyard). . Y. Yami won’t get the chance to be slick. Seto was smarter than that and knew of his boyfriend’s tricks…or so he thought…

Seto was caught up in his own thoughts to the point he didn’t notice someone climb from the front seat of the limo to the back through the giant window that separated the two. The person, who was Yami in his own school uniform, sat by Seto’s side and noticed that the other had his eyes shut in silent concentration. Yami smiled, knowing thas los love thought he was so smart…but Yami was smarter! He knew Seto was going to try and come late…that’s why he had the limo driver let him sit up front for the time being – that is until now. Time to get the game rolling on!

Yami grinned to himself, letting his own school briefcase slide to the limo’s floor as he scooted next to Seto, still being quiet and cautious of his movements. He stared at Seto adoly. ly. The sixteen year old was very beautiful for a male…Yami’s heart swelled against his breastbone. He was ecstatic to acknowledge and show everyone that the cold-hearted CEO was his and his only. His fingers jittered at his side and he couldn’t help but let them glide across Seto’s inner thigh through the material of the uniform.

He felt his chest constrict when he heard Seto let out a sigh of content and open his legs up more to the caress. Yami let a feral smirk play on his lips at his boyfriend’s innate reaction to his touch. Yami hadn’t gotten to have sex or even grope Seto for about three weeks yet since all the work the other was doing. His fingertips lingered on Seto’s thigh as Yami changed around his own position. Now facing Seto, rather than sitting side to side, Yami closed his own eyes and bent forward to kiss his love’s slightly parted lips.

At the connection by their mouths, Yami almost melted. It felt so good to kiss and feel Seto’s mouth underneath his own. The best part was that Seto was pressing forward and responding back of his own volition! Yami would have danced for joy if he weren’t already caught up in his day of joy. He also wanted to snicker lightly then burst out laughing in Seto’s face for it didn’t even take him more than a try to get Seto to respond and get away from work finally. He moved his mouth against the other’s, stroking Seto’s thigh some more. In return of his touches, Seto let out a slight moan against mouth, lips opening a little. Yami took the chance and immediately let his own tongue slide into Seto’s mouth.

The spark of dominance started to form in his stomach as he felt Seto’s own tongue shyly touching his own as he explored his mouth hungrily. Yami tilted his head to the side, to get better access to the hot cavern of his boyfriend. Seto obliged almost willingly and tilted his own head the other way.

Then just as fast as the French kiss started, it ended. Leaving Yami breathless, confused, flushed, and horribly turned on. Seto’s touch was fire and that simple kiss had certainly lit the dry brush that was sitting in his body. He lazily opened his garnet eyes to see Seto’s face, it was also slightly flushed, and in fact, the azure eyes of the CEO were half-lidded and shouted lust loudly in the sea-colored depths.

Yami smirked a little more be moe moving his other hand towards the nape of Seto’s neck and moving back in for another kiss. But…Seto’s hand immediately was pressed against his lips, stopping him from coming closer. Yami blinked in confusion, but watched as Seto shook his head, his head lolling to the side a little as if he was made of gel, which hinted to Yami that the kiss affected Seto just as much as it affected him. But the difference was that Yami was willing to go on…Seto wasn’t.

“Not now…” and with that simple statement being said. They found themselves jutting forward a little, the limo stopping to signal that they were now at the high school’s building. Yami grumbled and latched onto the front of Seto’s shirt.

“Seto, stay.” He mumbled quietly, words slightly slurring together because he was still drunk off the one kiss they had shared just a few minutes ago. Seto frowned, now suddenly wide-awake and in charge of the situation. It was certainly lucky that the limo had arrived or else Yami would have gotten past his barriers…literally. He wondered quickly how Yami even showed up, but quickly dismissed it, he would think about it during class.

“No.” Seto squirmed a little; Yami’s hands were rubbing against his body, which the skin’s temperature was raising considerably with each simple touch. It was tempting…but he had to resist. He had to think of work. “Let’s go to school, Yami.” In clipped words and in a stoic tone, the brunet then clutched his briefcase in one hand, closed his legs (removing Yami’s hand with it…), and walked out of the already opened limo door. Yami pouted angrily that his love was harder to break and grabbed his own briefcase and stomped out after him. Sexual frustration was…frustrating.

o O @ O o
“ – “ – 6:55 AM – “
*
Seto laughed quietly to himself. Close call it was. He greatly enjoyed the kiss though…and the hand that had been stroking his thigh. Seto frowned a little, his fingers picking at the nonexistent lint on the leather. There had been only one more try after that first one and again, it had failed. Seto wasn’t too happy about that particular attempt though. In short, it had included Seto eating lunch alone until he spotted Yami in the restaurant’s mascot’s outfit (which was really dorky and not worth mentioning that much…), and then a whole catastrophe unfolded in dealing with hot soup and a chopstick fight…that attempt created a real bad mess, a lawsuit, and new management to the restaurant (you can’t yell at Seto for spilt soup!). Yami better be glad he had a mean boyfriend when it came to dealing with money sharks of the sort and the fact of bad mascots!

Settling back into his chair for a moment, he wondered a little if Yami was planning something for today…it wouldn’t surprise him actually and he doubted that even if he did try, he’d be able to resist. Even though he was tired, he did want some affection too and what better source that his all-giving, horny boyfriend (Yami was capable of babying him time to time)? Ra knows that the horndog had a raging libido the size of Japan’s larges district from Seto’s “work mode mayhem.”

Maybe Yami was right about work and play being able to mix together…or at least they could try and balance them out somehow so he won’t be that “something-something” in which he wants to skewer Seto…well, that or screw him senseless – usually the latter.

Seto tapped a finger on his chin, crossing one of his legs over the other, his face wielding a thoughtful expression. After thinking over his past working modes, he felt slightly sorry for Yami. He had to admit, when he got to working, he did pretty much ignore everything and everyone then snap at every petty mistake or thing that disturbed his atmosphere…

Rubbing his eyes, exhaustion hitting him hard, he rolled forward to his desk and pulled his laptop towards himself. He quickly typed in another line of words, completing the document. He then saved it on the hard drive, back up on a floppy, and after that, exited the now finished document. He turned the computer off by the switch in the back and closed the top down, connecting the latch automatically on the other side.

Leaning back in his chair once more, he questioned himself faintly if he should call Yami at the Kame Game Shop and apologize for his behavior over the past few weeks…but then again. Seto concluded that apologizing was way too out of character. Admitting (slightly) that Yami was right about his work schedule was enough damage to his self-pride for the day. Besides…Yami was probably lurking around the mansion anyway, so in short, calling the shop would prove fruitless (Author Notes: Yami not at the game shop…fruitless…BAD PUN! I did not mean it like that! I swear).

And as if on cue, there was a soft knock on his door. Seto’s thin eyebrows rose upwards, gaze switching to glare at the door. He sat forward leaning on the desk, his glasses sliding down his nose so that he could peer over the rims of the lenses. “Yes?”

The door creaked open a little and Yami strolled in barefoot, padding confidently across the carpeted floor, carrying what looked like…Seto’s lilac bath oil? He kept his questioning well hidden into the back of his mind and instead of asking “What in nine hells he was doing with bath oil” (though Seto had good intuition on what is was going to be used for – that was obviously clear), he stayed glancing at the figure that was slowly, but still nonetheless closing in on his proximity.

It seemed like Yami was right. He did always get what he wanted. And at the moment, just the same as last week and always, Yami wanted him. Urgently too it seemed if he was going to use oil instead of the tube of gel they had though…Seto did recall Yami losing that tube a lot so they ended up improvising…Ugh, never use soap, it burns afterwards.

Seto let his eyes skim over in Yami’s general direction, said teen was still standing pretty close to the door. He was waiting for his boyfriend to ask him for something or at least make another try to get him ibed.bed. He was expecting either one of them to be shot his way in the next few passing seconds of silence that had embedded itself between the two of them.

Yami locked his eyes onto his boyfriend’s, fingering the top of the bottle he held in his hands – a nervous habit. “Seto…” Here it was, the usual question of, can I have sex, pretty please with a cherry on top? But instead, it didn’t come the way Seto thought it would, not at all. “Can I give you a massage?” The request was short and simple.

The brunet furrowed his brows together. A massage? Hmm…Yami wasn’t actually going after for sex, but to help him release the stress of his muscles (not in that way…for now)? It was very different…but he did have a lot of tension…and he did close his laptop for the time being. “A massage…” He said it again, this time trailing off aloud and more to himself than at Yami. He watched his boyfriend fidget, his leather creaking a little with the small twitches his body made. Seto leaned back into his chair once more, pushing up his glasses and speculating Yami carefully for his reaction. “And that’s it?”

Yami licked his dry lips and swallowed a little to clear his throat. Seto was looking very delectable in the chair, legs crossed, glasses on, clothes slightly ruffled…as if it was the afterglow of sex surrounding him. And Ra, don’t even get him started on the dim light illuminating Seto’s pallid features, and especially his gorgeous midnight eye eyes. Seto wasn’t even doing anything and he was still making it almost too hard to say yes and quickly respond no to the stated question. Stiffly, Yami nodded his head. “Yes. That’s it.” But I’m actually lying because the deal is off since I’m going to be able to touch that luscious ass of yours while I “massage” you.

Seto let a small quirk of his lips show. Yami was stressing still…but this way, Yami would get to touch him and Seto would also get to rest hav have his boyfriend’s “magical hands” releasing his tension. Good enough for him. Seto nodded in reassurance. “Okay, let’s go to my…our bedroom.” He nodded mentally at his change in words, satisfied, and stood up, ready to walk out of his study room, but stopped in slight agitation when he saw Yami shaking his head steadily. Yami then grinned at him wolfishly, baring his canines before striding up to Seto’s taller form.

“Not the bedroom. Here.” With a quick twist of his head, Yami motioned to Seto’s beautiful polished desk. Seto frowned slightly. He liked his desk…he didn’t want to get oil on it…He sighed but obliged. He could always get a new desk. His boyfriend smiled devilishly then walked swiftly, moving all the little trinkets, papers, the dim lamp, and the laptop onto other adequate places; desk now cleared off and ready to be…worked on. Then lastly, he slipped off his Sennen Puzzle and placed it on a nearby filing cabinet.

Seto rolled his shoulders a little before reaching up to take off his tie. Again, Yami shook his head. Seto resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance. “Now what?” He questioned rather gruffly, swatting a few straying auburn tresses out of his eyes.

“Seto…allow me. I’m the masseur.” Yami purred out, strutting up to Seto’s lithe body. He placed the container of oil on a nearby stand before he pushed Seto against the edge of the desk. Said person lost his balance from the shthatthat had caught him off guard and unceremoniously plopped himself on the polished surface that was behind him. His glasses slid back down the bridge of his nose as he peered questioningly at his boyfriend. What was the little minx up to? And did the guy have to shove Seto? He would have gladly sat back if he was asked nicely, but this is Yami we’re talking about and we all know the guy is aggressive in playing “games.”

Yami grit his teeth silently at his damaging (yeah, you know what part that’s getting damaged) thoughts of stripping Seto then fucking him till he couldn’t walk for a week, but he sighed mentally, reprimanding himself. He needed to give the other at least a small massage…because, like any good person, he did observe that his boyfriend was withholding a tremendous amount of tension within himself…Ugh! But he couldn’t help it…Seto was gorgeous and all his! Yami must have memorized every inch of the CEO’s body by heart and committed to his memory within their time span of being together with one another. And even though he was suffering sexually, his boyfriend needed some rest and relaxation too (because, you know, that whole running a multi-billion dollar corporation and all can get stressful)...Then, something occurred to him – it kind of hit Yami like a truck full of bricks…all those tense, tight muscles clenching on a certain piece of his male anatomy seemed real appealing and surely pleasurable at the moment…Shit, he had to stop torturing himself by thinking this way! Seriously – it was going to be the death of him!

Seto sat and stared as he watched the other’s jaw muscles clenching and unclenching, the signal of the other having an “internal” battle with his own conscience and (dirty) mind. Raising his thin eyebrows once more, Seto took off his reading glasses, not finding a decent enough need for them, and tossed them gently into the study’s chair. The small noise of the glasses hitting the plush leather cushion, snapped Yami out of his dazed, sexed-up stupor and he straightened (or tried to) his leather pants into accordance towards his straining…uncomfortable position (yeah, right). Seto held in a snicker at the gesture the other had been performing on his pants, he knew what that meant – he’d seen it many a time.

Yami must be pretty damned horny if me sitting on a desk and thoughts of stripping me turned him on that quickly for him to be adjusting his pants. Seto grinned in his mind as he sat back, palms flattening out against the smooth, polished wood while his shoulders jutted out at the current body position. Yami swallowed at the sight and shook his head a little. Seto put a smug smirk before lifting up an arm, curling it to his chest then having his one pointer finger curling inwards for Yami to come closer in a suggestive manner. Seto’s face, motions, and position clearly had that “Come hither” look written all over his body. And oh how the Pharaoh would come hither and bury himself right into his High Priest’s temple. For every person needed to be “sacrificed” sooner or later…

Seeing the raging fire that was burning in the pupil’s of his boyfriend’s ruby lit eyes and that the other’s patience was beginning to fade quite fast, the brunet held in a chuckle that was lodging itself in his throat. Seto was having much fun with this…he should take breaks from work more often so he can tease his boyfriend. Now for some more fun…Seto relaxed himself – mentally and physically – and let his eyes go half-lidded, his voice dropping seductively. “Yami…I thought you said you were going to massage me…thoroughly.” And with that, Seto took his outstretched arm and brought it back to his body. He tilted his head backwards as he brought his hand up to his throat, down his collarbone, and then trailed it downward to his navel slowly.

Yami’s blood red orbs darkened and flashed possessively, watching Seto touch himself just to tease him. Tease him! And damn was it ever fucking arousing! Liquid heat like molten lava went searing through his bloodline at he display the other was showing off towards him quite happily. The smaller knew that the CEO was having fun, the mirth that was underlying those azure eyes told him that, torturing him and that wasn’t fair. At all. Yami let a low growl escape his lips, coming up to Seto hastily and grabbing the wrist of the hand that was touching his body so to speak. The taller teen gave out a small squeak in surprise when he felt his already sore wrist being squeezed suddenly by a strong hold. Seto brought his head back forward, peering into his boyfriend’s eyes, a languid smirk playing on his thin, slightly pink pale lips. Yami’s eyes narrowed in response. He brushed Seto’s wrist away from his body, throwing it to the side as if it was a rag doll, and brought his own two hands up to Seto’s collarbone to unravel the tie off his neck. Seto moved himself forward, giving Yami a better handle on the simple knot.

Time to get things started.

Yami nodded appreciatively at Seto’s change in disposition and slipped the silken material around and off the CEO’s neck. He nonchalantly tossed it over the shoulder and onto the floor. Stupid, non-important essentials that humans wore to make themselves look better – if Yami had his way, Seto would be walking around naked all day. Of course, there would be a lot of dead bodies on the ground seeing as his boyfriend was not only sexy and beautiful in a sensual, cold sort of way, but he was also very good eye candy to the public’s view.

Yami swore up and down at the fact many magazines wanted to take his boyfriend’s pictures wearing skimpy leather pieces and post them all over the covers of popular stories and such! Ra-damnit! All those peering eyes looking and drooling at the pictures when they were published…Argh! Only he was allowed to have peeks at his love like that while dressed like that. Faintly, in the back of his mind, the tri-colored hair teen was wondering if he should brand Seto with the inscription “Property of Yami” written on his left butt cheek. Heehee, that was an actually nice idea…but he doubted ttherther would like it at all. Oh well…Yami was satisfied without the brand…though; it was something he could at least suggest to the other later. Yeah, he’ll keep in the back of his mind for another time.

Although the all the press and publicity made Seto quite popular among a lot of the crowds, he didn’t worry about receiving not enough affection. Though his jealousy did spike every now and then (especially when it came to Seto and his work), he didn’t rea/i> /i> worry. He knew that his azure-eyed boyfriend didn’t feel anything for the fangirls, crazy male admirers and fanatics, or even pedophiles – Err…but that was a whole different experience right there. But out of everything happening towards his and Seto’s relationship (bumps, joyous moments, fights), he was very happy to acknowledge that he was fond of the fact that him and only him (well, other than Mokuba!) could quell the coldness inside his significant other and fill it with his own warmth making them both even hotter (though one would hope Mokuba can’t do that to his older brother also because that would be just…ew!).

Yami could be such a hopeless romantic at times…but Seto always did like the mushy things that his love sometimes brought up – it made him feel special and wanted…loved even. Loved a lot. And that’s what counted most to him. To feel the love that radiated between them and have it build up towards a future that they both could mold and help each other with. It may not always be perfect, but it would be theirs and theirs alone and that’s what would always count…

Sighing ecstatically at his long ranting thoughts and reflections, Yami pushed them back into a mind-filing cabinet to review for another day in time. Now, back to the task at hand…slowly, he brought his hands up to Seto’s silken business shirt, and he quickly started to unbutton all the small buttons with swift fingers. Seto gave a small, light moan at the feel of Yami’s hands’ warmth seeping through the thin material shirt. Yami shifted his legs a bit before continuing with the ministrations, trying desperately to dismiss that soft sound that had been emitted just seconds ago. Once the shirt was now opened, revealing Seto’s alabaster skin color, Yami immediately started on the pants. Seto let out a guttural chuckle at the frantic movement, burning sensations slowly, but surely encasing his body little by little. He then slipped off his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and into the chair with his glasses. Looking down at the other struggle against his pant button and zipper like usual, he couldn’t help but respond. “Slow down, Yami.”

Wrong move!

Upon hearing these words from his boyfriend, Yami quickly snapped his head up to face the other, his eyes sizzling with a carnal hunger and slight rage that would pierce even the strongest of armor. “Don’t say that!” He leered out, leaning towards Seto’s face that was hidden with a calm exterior despite the Pharaoh’s slight outburst. “You haven’t been the one waiting about three weeor hor his gorgeous bastard of a boyfriend to give him the time of day so that the other equally gorgeous, but way more hornier boyfriend could rip the other’s clothes off and touch him!” Yami huffed out the last words before focusing his attention back on the pants.

Despite how harsh Yami’s voice was, the other couldn’t help but let another low laugh bubbled up from his throat after hearing his love’s explanation. Fair was fair. He had been ignoring Yami’s sexual prowess so now he got to deal with it, resulting in this, the ending product. Yami almost let out a squeal of enjoyment as he hastily pulled down the zipper of the pants then clutched the hem of them, along with Seto’s boxers, and pulled them down quickly. Thank Ra Seto wasn’t wearing shoes or socks or Yami would probably level the Kaiba manor in frustration (wouldn’t you too if that happened?)! Seto squirmed as his warm skin touched the undoubtedly cool surface of the table and that made Yam start to lick his lips.

He was taking in every beautifully carved out detail of his boyfriend’s highly exquisite body. His garnet eyes locked onto the figure, not being able to drag his gaze away for even one moment. Seto was a piece of Heaven itself; if this was wrong, no way in hell did he want to be right. Fumbling backwards, his hand blindly flitted out for the bottle of massage oil. Oh, he was going to enjoy this massage just as much as Seto was. Grabbing onto the bottle, Yami grinned almost maliciously and motioned with his finger for Seto to turn over onto his stomach.

Seto rolled his eyes, but complied. He was glad that his desk was rather long and wide – he didn’t want to fall off somehow and end up with back damage. As he turned over as he was instructed to do, Seto let out a small hiss when his chest touched the chilled sandpaper-smoothed texture of his study surface. He tucked his arms under his chin, pillowing his head, wanting to get comfortable for what was “going to come” to him. And even though people who usually got massaged received a towel to cover their asses during the process…Seto knew damn well that Yami was the one going to be covering his ass.

“Mm…Seto…you’re such a selfish son of a bitch for making me wait these past weeks,” mumbled Yami, his voice dropping a few octaves, his eyes digging into Seto’s backside. He bit his lip unconsciously as he looked at the pale flesh in front of him. He wanted to screw that pert ass very bad at the moment…but no, he promised a massage. So Seto was going to get a massage…then the Pharaoh would screw his boyfriend’s brains out. The game plan was set!

Massage first. Screw later. Happy Yami. Sore Seto.

Okay, get it, got it, good.

Let’s getting the action on its way!

Yami hopped onto the desk, also happy that the desk was wide enough for both of them. He eased himself to rest on the part near the small of Seto’s back and his ass. He rolled his hips a little, his hardening erection straining against his confinements. Seto closed his eyes and let out a small mewl of content at the light touch of his boyfriend straddling his lower back. He exhaled slowly into his arms, adjusting his breathing to accommodate the extra weight and the movements of the person above him. Said person was losing a lot of patience at the moment, the sound his boyfriend had made went straight past Yami’s ears and headfirst into his leather pants, arousing him to a rather painful extent.

I can do this. Massage. Self-control. Yami chewed his lower lip a little bit more, tucking his calves under his thighs to make moving a tad bit easier. I can do this. With trembling, but still having a confident air around him, Yami popped open the oil and dripped a bit of the flower-scented substance on Seto’s back. It dribbled downwards, crawling over Seto’s spinal chord and down to the dip in his back where his backside connected. Seto hissed once more at the cool, liquid substance that made its way to his rather hot skin.

Yami grinned this time, cracking his knuckles then squeezing them together. Leaning forward, aware of the oil, he nipped at the shell of his boyfriend’s ear then whispered quietly, “Relax Seto…your personal masseur is here to pleasure you.” Seto shivered under the other teen’s warm breath tickling his senses. Yami nuzzled his face into the side of Seto’s hair, breathing in his slightly musky scent that was now mixing with the floral smell of the oil. Then before pulling back to begin his ministrations, he licked the rim of Seto’s ear, nearly purring in delight at the quick inhale of breath he got in response from the other.

The Pharaoh rolled his head around on his shoulders in a lax way and smiled. He was really glad that he got Mokuba to play outside for the morning – meaning, no disruptions or ruining of his boyfriend’s little brother’s mind (that would cause Seto to go berserk! And that’s a big, big no-no). Rubbing his fingers together for a little bit, to warm them up slightly, he gently let them back don thn the smooth expanse of his lover’s pale back.

The oil was slick under the pads of his fingertips, making it rather easy for him to move it around to where it “needed” to go. Yami massaged the soft exterior, feeling Seto’s muscle under the thin layer of skin. He felt his already constricted manhood press more firmly against the leather as he heard Seto’s sighs and purrs of pleasure that he was eliciting from that sweet mouth of his. Yami clenched his eyes closed, rubbing more firmly against the especially knotted muscles that were under the most stress. Feeling the knots slowly unwind under his talented hands,movemoved his fingertips gently over Seto’s protruding shoulder blades.

“You’re so hot and tense, Seto…very hot and tense.” What the hell am I talking about? I’m stressing out more here! I knew leather was bad to do this in! Yami growled out as he attacked another knot in his “patient’s” back, slowly moving his hands up towards Seto’s neck and shoulders. Seto let out a breath, feeling very elated at the moment at the motion. A lot of the stress and frustration was washing away from him in these small moments. His lover’s skilled fingers nimbly gliding over his already damp skin. Was the room getting hotter or was it him?

Yami’s self control almost shattered went Seto started to mewl quietly as his thumb dug into one of his pleasure spots while rubbing into his bottom of his neck. He almost forgot that Seto was hypersensitive near the collarbone and around. He let out a small groan, almost sobbing when he felt his erection’s head start rubbing uncomfortable against the seams of his pants (you can’t wear underwear in tight leather pants!). He was about to burst his pants if this kept going on like it was!

“Seto…” he huskily let out, his hands stopped their rubbing. He couldn’t take it anymore! He couldn’t. It was too hard…literally and figuratively. “I need you. Need you so fucking damned bad.” He let out pitifully, one of his hands removing itself off of Seto’s shoulders and going downwards to unbuckle and take off his own constraints. Seto chuckled at the plea, the waves sent vibrations down throughout his whole body, making Seto’s back rub against Yami’s straining manhood. Yami bit back a moan from tiny wave stimulations.

The blue-eyed angel turned his head around, to look at Yami, his colored depths showing a growing lust and an already burning fire. He watched as the tri-color haired teen’s hand stop moving towards the hem of the leather pants and a ruby-lit gaze staring at him through hooded lids – waiting. “I’m all yours.” Was all that Seto said – all that he needed to say to get Yami straight to the point of exploding. The other’s darkening cornflower orbs were showing his glimmering love for the Pharaoh and the fact that he would gladly give Yami not only his body, but his heart, mind, and soul.

Yami gave out a small smile when he saw the emotions that swam deeply in Seto’s eyes. Mine. He leaned forward once again, this time slower, closing in on his target. Mine. He was only centimeters away from Seto’s lips as he stared at his boyfriend, his gaze fiercer than it was a few moments ago. Mine. With a shove of his weight going forward, he crashed his mouth into Seto’s rose-petal soft lips. Teeth nicked and clattered into each other as they both fervently and hungrily continued biting and pulling at the other’s mouth. Yami’s tongue then lashed out of its own volition and licked at the swelling lips of his lover’s. Yami brought the palm of his hand up to cup the side of Seto’s face so that they both could gain some leverage. At the feeling of the organ lapping at the crack of his lips, Seto opened his mouth quickly towards the intruder. They fought a while for the dominance of the tongue war, but in the end Seto gave up the position of fighting and let Yami take over. The talent muscles twined together and licking each other, rolling across the others teeth, tickling the roof of the other’s mouth, and this display of actual oral orientation soon subsided after Seto broke it off.

He inhaled a large gasp of breath, twisting his neck back forward as his head slumped downwards; his bones were getting sore in that position while kissing, Yami concluded to himself. Deciding to fix the problem, Yami let out a wild grin then with his still slicked hands; he lifted his body weight from Seto’s back and flipped the figure under him back over so he was now right side up (besides it would be pretty uncomfortable if your hardness was smashed against a surface!). Seto blinked slowly, passion enflaming his senses, almost not even noticing or caring the change of position. Yami sat snugly on Seto’s firm abdomen, the muscles twitching underneath the owner’s skin.

Seto sat up a little, not that inclined to move, and started pulling on Yami’s leather that had clung to his skin. His thin brows furrowed and he bit his lip subconsciously. “Too…many clothes.” Seto grumbled off-handedly, fingers prying under his lover’s offending material and rubbing on the skin underneath. Yami felt his face flush as his boyfriend started to run his smooth fingers over his stomach. His own digits twitched as the fingers soon changed their direction and went south to dip downwards past the hem of his leather pants. Yami held back the feeling of his eyes rolling in the back of his head and lifted Seto’s chin up with a slim finger. In a frenzied rush, once they were eye level, the smaller teen gave a bruising kiss to his boyfriend, which soon went further to their tongues dancing once more in Seto’s pliant, submissive mouth. The smaller teen brought a hand up and brought it to cup the back of the CEO’s neck, his fingers twisting and tickling the nape of his neck. The brunet purred at the contact, lip wel well as fingers, and kept his responses up to the other’s level of passion that was currently boiling past it’s heating point.

The power of dominance continued…and a few moments went by rather slowly as their now relaxed (but not completed) satiated states subdued them and they broke off the kiss with a smack, a thin trail of saliva branching out, connectingm, am, as well.

Taking in a large inhale of air, Yami quickly pulled his own shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He hastily pushed Seto’s prying hands away so he could get towards his pants. Seto sighed deeply, his hands retreating from the smaller body that was sitting on top of him. Yami moved off the desk to take off his pants, eyes still locked onto his boyfriend’s heat-induced, incredibly and deliciously aroused body.

Seto mumbled incoherently, missing Yami’s body against his and started to play with himself while the other got his pants off. Bringing up his left hand, he started to pinch one of his already tightened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand deftly started to trail downwards to his standing erection that was situated between his legs. At the firm touch against his own body, he let a whimper and a name escape his mouth while he did this. “Yami…” Seto closed his eyes, senses taking in the new delightful sensations, body arching slightly under the ministrations he was doing to himself. Another strong squeeze on his erection brought his head tilting backwards, lips parting slowly to let a soft whimper out. He then pinched his tightening nipple, which in return left him hissing and breathing out a pant of air. He was deliriously hot and ready for his boyfriend that it wasn’t even funny.

Yami stopped fumbling with his pants, his eyes lay glued solely on Seto’s sweat glistening, arching body. Oh how he missed that body underneath his…the sounds the CEO was emitting from his ruby swollen lips left Yami in a daze. With even more frantic movements, Yami quickly unbuckled his pants, dropped them to his feet and kicked them aside. He was finally “free,” all the blood in his body was flowing downwards and out, his cock already dripping slightly with precome.

Biting his lip, Yami narrowed his eyes and went back up to his boyfriend, once again climbing back on the table and leering and demanding authority over the pliant body. Their erections rubbed briefly, both teens letting out a stiff moan in appreciation in response to the contact. Yami grinded his teeth together in slight annoyance before he swatted the invading, pleasure-ensuring hands away from his property. “Mine.” Yami growled out hungrily then immediately bowed his head down and attached his teeth and lips to areadready taut, pink bud. Yami sucked on the nipple then went back to torturing it ruthlessly with his teeth. On all fours over Seto, Yami brought his other hand up to Seto’s other ignored rosebud on his chest and started to pinch it roughly without care. The brunet clenched his eyes shut at the flowing electricity buzzing through his system and let out mewls of contentment. Yami smirked against his lover’s skin then he immediately switched nipples, repeating his last movements to opposite nubs. Yami felt one of Seto’s hands come and push his head further down to his skin; he grinned mentally and bit down on the nub, earning a gasp in appreciation. Yami was really starting to think Seto was a masochist…Mmm…the rougher the better. Was the only thing Yami could respond to that thought.

Seto tilted his head backwards, hair mashing against the now damp surface. He needed Yami…like Yami needed him. “Yami…ngh…hurry. Please.” His plea was followed up by another strained whimper. They both were very hot and had enough with foreplay because of the tension in the last month, they didn’t want play now, they wanted to do the dirty-dirty. Oh, how they missed each other’s embrace…and sex together. Work was bad, very bad!

Yami detached himself from Seto’s chest, albeit a bit reluctantly before nodding in understanding (Ra, you know he wanted to get off bad!). But not before he let a little more fun seep out. ing ing backwards, he started to send gentle, butterfly kisses to reign down on Seto’s body and on each inch of skin he made contact with. Seto opened his lips, making noises only a pregnant dog could make once it was giving birth. If Yami wasn’t so caring about hurting his boyfriend in that place, he would’ve taken Seto without preparation and lubrication a long time ago.

Now off the table once more, Seto sighed in euphoria as he felt his body being pulled to the side. As if on instinct, Seto sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of his desk. Opening his eyes a bit, his dark orbs swirling with passion, he looked at Yami, who was currently flipping the top of the massage oil. Seto bit his lip in anticipation, wanting to be filled by his lover. He maybe acting like a virginal schoolgirl at the moment but hell, if you were with a teen like Yami, you’d also be a quivering mass of jelly at the moment…and people question why Seto is the uke in this relationship…

Dumping a bit of oil onto his hands, Yami rubbed his hands together, warming the liquid up then slowly started to smear it on his velvet steel skin. His eyes fluttered shut once more at the feeling of wetness before leaning forward and bracing his hand on Seto’s thigh. Heaving out a low moan, Yami rubbed his hardness to more thoroughly coat it. He didn’t have time (or self-control) to give Seto any preparation at the moment, but coating himself would be enough. It wasn’t like this was their first time anyway…but it was their first time in some time. Removing his hand from his erection, he steadied his hands on Seto’s waist, gripping the skin. With that, he pulled Seto downward a little so they both could make better contact.

Yami sighed in elation when he felt his lover’s puckered entrance rubbing against the bulbous head of his dangerously aroused cock – he wasn’t as big as Seto mind you, but for his age and height, he was pretty damn big (a fact Yami was proud of and Seto enjoyed). Seto, already knowing how this went, wrapped his long wiry limbs across Yami’s lower back and thrust himself forward a little, trying to bring in more delightful friction between themselves. His arms wrapped around Yami’s neck and his head was bowed, azure eyes drooping closed.

The Pharaoh flexed his fingers against his lover’s waist, thumbs brushing against Seto’s protruding hipbones. Slowly, his aching manhood was pushed into the searing tightness of Seto’s ass. Biting back a moment, he felt Seto’s fingers clutching at his shoulder blades and his toes curling together as his ankles hooked with one another. A few more shallow thrusts (because of the lube!), putting his weight into them, and Yami filled himself to Seto’s hilt. Yami stopped moving after that, knowing that his boyfriend needed time to get adjusted. Ra…Seto was so tight though! It seemed from their last sex session that the teen had somehow got his ass to grip Yami like it was hanging on for dear life!

The ring of muscle that gripped him like a vice, clenched instinctively around the intruder, which made Yami let out breathy moans. Soon, Seto accommodated the new organ inside of his body and willed himself to relax. Yami took this quiet time of being united, to lift Seto’s head off his shoulder to look at his lover’s face. His thin fingers brushed against wetness (not sweat) on Seto’s face and the smaller teen frowned. Feeling the other’s gaze on himto oto opened his eyes, lashes wet with his own tears. Yami shifted beneath him, which caused the young CEO’s eyes to clench close once more and a sob to bubble up from his mouth and parted lips.

“Seto…” Yami moved one of hands to brush away some of the auburn locks that were in the way of seeing his lover’s face. Seto shakily nodded his head before leaning forward and initiating contact between their swollen red lips. Kissing back fervently, Yami moved his hands back down and this time gripped Seto’s ass, his fingers mashing into the fleshy globes. Pulling himself out halfway, he thrust back in, willing himself to go slow and gentle.

Seto purred, low in his throat, vibrations moving within their kiss before they parted and Yami’s kisses reigned onto his flushed cheeks, jawbone, and neck. Yami nipped at the sweat-slicked skin, letting his tongue lick at the saltiness. Seto titled his head back to allow more room and began to slowly thrust his own weight back so Yami could delve in deeper.

More and more, Yami’s pace began was still set steady, not wanting to rush this at all. The tri-color haired teen sucked, nibbled and bit a juncture between the shoulder and neck connected then started to lick the now purplish skin that was starting to grace the skin. With each thrust and meeting of their bodies, Seto’s sensitive head of his erection pressed and twitched against Yami’s stomach, the precome weeping off his tip and rubbing onto Yami’s fairer complexion.

Seto lolled his head back around and rested it on Yami’s shoulder, his nibbled at the lobe he found, legs tightening around the lithe body. “Harder…ahh…faster…more, more.” he whispered sultrily into Yami’s ear then licked the outer shell afterwards, which sent shivers (because of the action and words) down the smaller one’s figure. Yami gave a possessive snarl and narrowed his eyes. Nipping at Seto’s skin, Yami pulled almost all the way of Seto’s body before slamming back in harshly. Seto head whipped back in a silent scream, mouth widening at the now deeper penetrating contact. Yami grinned to himself, he knew he couldn’t angle himself enough to hit Seto’s prostate with all the gentle strokes…

“Hn…so tight.” Yami grunted out, keeping his bruising hold back upwards onto Seto’s waist, and then repeated his frantic, brutal thrusting against the brunet’s entrance. Moving his hips to help Yami in his rhythm, Seto bit his lip to keep himself from screaming. His blue eyes were shut tight, tears budding at the corners of his eyelashes at the height of feeling he was receiving – it was so strong…so deliciously Yami.

The Pharaoh gave a low guttural moan as the brunet clenched his painful erection in the tight vise. Knowing that Seto was about to give soon, Yami broke off one of hands and brought it between their bodies to grip the other’s erection that had been currently rubbing across the Pharaoh’s stomach. Seto whimpered at the newly added contact, his lips parting more as his breath quickened. Hand around his lover’s cock, his thumb rubbing roughing over the head, Yami kept his thrusts in motion, grunting in anticipation of the impending orgasm between the both of them.

Seto started to mumbled incoherent jumbles of words as he started pumping his hips into Yami’s awaiting hand. A few seconds and pulls later, Seto scraped his blunt fingernails against Yami’s skin. Another sob escaped his throat; face flushing further and a tear left the corner of his clenched eyes. His nails left small welts on the other’s suntanned skin, as ribbons of white danced and coated their stomachs and chest. The walls around Yami’s erection closed tightly, the muscles clenching and increasing friction between the movements. Yami felt as if his knees were going to give out at the sudden pressure being applied, but he willed himself (almost painfully) to keep thrusting and pull at Seto’s softening member, wanting to drag out his lover’s bliss.

Yami gave a few more delightfully angled thrusts into the gripping heat, his fingers imprinting themselves into Seto’s alabaster skin before releasing his own load into the tight cavern of his lover’s body. His knees trembled at the sudden force, half-lidded garnet eyes sliding shut fully. Unclenching his fingers from Seto’s waist, he bowed his head onto one of Seto’s pectorals, kissing the muscle silently and murmuring quiet and appreciative words over the flesh. The brunet’s head lay on Yami’s shoulder; eyes peacefully shut now, a genuine smile playing on his bruised lips. They were still joined together, Yami’s arms now wrapping around Seto lower back rather than gripping at the lithe waist. Seto’s own body was pressed soundly against the other’s, limbs still entangled around the smaller form.

Silence crept upon them as they both hugged each other in the afterglow of their beautiful love-making that was created between them just a few moments ago. Sex on a desk…who thought it could be so meaningful and special between two people who most people thought at their age it was impossible to care so much?

Seto sighed mentally, face nuzzling against Yami’s drooping and damp hair. He felt digits glide across the bones in his back, his own slim fingers dancing across the still heated skin of his boyfriend. Then he slowly kissed the tan shoulder he was leaning on, eyes refusing to open again as sleep wanted to desperately overtake his senses and lull him into dreamland. But before that could happen, he said one more thing and nuzzled his face into the chest of his boyfriend.

“Daisuki da yo, Yami.”

Work could be put off for another day.
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I'm glad when I'm makin’ love to you
I'm glad for the way you make me feel
I love it ‘cause you seem to blow my mind every time
I'm glad when you walk you hold my hand
I'm happy that you know how to be a man
I'm glad that you came into my life
I'm so glad
– “I’m Glad,” J.Lo
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+owari+
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Author Notes:
So…how was it for my first yaoi lemon/smut fic? ^_^;; I hope I did it okay with it being my first shot at doing m/m sex scenes…

Also. O_o This is the longest one-shot I’ve written…WHOO! My longest one-shot and first lemon for me! Yay!

Oh and about Seto’s reading glasses…I have a doujinshi (it’s a S × YY!) pic (it’s actually a cover, but I didn’t scan it all the way b/c I didn’t need too, but it has Yami in it too!) with him wearing them…I have the link right here

www.geocities.com/chibi_neko123/sandy.jpg

If there were any mistakes in my writing, I am sorry! I’ll revise it some other time…Maybe. *sweatdrop*

I really hope you guys liked this…And…o_O Sorry for it being so damned long, I didn’t even know I could drag out a yaoi lemon out this long. XD

Long live YY × S!

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