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Another day, another tournament. Seto Kaiba, representing one of the major sponsors, sat at the far end of the autograph signing table with the King of Games directly to his left. On Yugi Mutou’s other side were the second through fifth-place contestants with Maximillion Pegasus, representing Industrial Illusions, capping off the row of signers near the start of the queue. The once-endless serpentine line of duelists filling the expo hall near to bursting had finally dwindled down to its dregs.
One perk of sitting by Yugi was that he was chatty with the fans; he'd ask about their cards and their strategies and other games they enjoyed. No one expected conversation from Seto so he was free to lose himself in the rhythm of taking a photo or poster or strategy book or gaming mat from Yugi, signing it, and handing it back to the duelist in question with a brisk nod. With the burden of socializing lifted, he was allowed to focus on his other thoughts, such as his plan to offer Yugi a job, instead. KaibaCorp had thrived on technology, particularly gaming technology, but Seto was looking to expand into game development. He was aware that this would likely strain the relationship between KaibaCorp and Industrial Illusions, which up until now, was symbiotic with I² owning Duel Monsters and KC providing the tech with which to play it. The change would make them direct competitors but the people he paid to crunch numbers thought KaibaCorp would still come out ahead. The new department was in the corporation's approval process and Seto wanted Yugi and his sparkling new university degree in game design to head it.
Mostly, of course, because Yugi would be excellent at it…but also because Seto was angling to use the time they would invariably spend together to move forward with his own plans. He could see it already: brushed fingers here, a hand on the lower back there, a late night of work with just the two of them ending with a casual “Have you eaten yet? No? Let’s go get something.” Yugi would blush so beautifully against a wall, staring up with large eyes with Seto’s arm propped above him. He’d lean down for a kiss and the instant Yugi moaned, he’d scoop him up and shove him against that same wall and Yugi would wrap his legs around his waist and Seto would croon about what good boys had to do to earn his— wait, no, shit, calm down. This was Yugi. Sweet, doe-eyed, heart-on-his-sleeve Yugi. He wouldn’t want that and Seto had every intention of giving Yugi any and everything he wanted once Yugi was his.
“What is this picture? I don’t think I’ve seen it before,” said Yugi, interrupting his thoughts.
Seto glanced over at the enlarged 8x10 glossy photograph. “That was from last year’s tournament.” He’d know it anywhere; Yugi had been wearing a sleeveless purple hoodie that still haunted his fantasies. Today’s outfit included a red cutoff tank top and the tantalizing glimpse of midriff made Seto want to—
“Um, I don’t think this was one of the official photos.”
Seto leaned to give it a closer look and— what the fuck. There were several similar official photos for sale; it was a picture of Yugi accepting his winner’s trophy after all. Behind him on the stage was the line of applauding sponsors. There was Pegasus of course, several representatives from sponsoring companies who didn’t send their CEOs to card game tournaments, Mokuba… and then there was Seto fucking Kaiba staring at the King of Games with the most disgustingly besotted look imaginable.
“Where did you get this picture?” he hissed.
The kid, who was maybe ten, jumped back. “Oh, uh, Mr. Pegasus gave it to me. He said it was a special picture since I was last in line.”
Seto swung his head to the left. The so-called duelists Yugi had defeated handily were all standing and grabbing their things, but Pegasus was still seated and frowning intently at some papers. He looked up, caught Seto’s eye, and waved cheerfully as though he had just happened to look up organically. Seto scowled and turned back to the kid.
“I’m taking this. In return, you can have a weekend of all-access passes to Kaibaland.”
“Cool!”
Seto waved over Mokuba, told him to take care of it, snatched the photo off the table, and stormed out.
“Wait! Kaiba!” Yugi called out after him. “You said you wanted to talk—”
The door to the expo hall swung shut behind Seto cutting off the rest.
Once he was safely in his limo, Seto looked at the picture again. It was mortifying how blatantly he was... yearning. He’d never thought of himself as someone who yearned; he craved, craved all the time, but never yearned. Until now, apparently.
The door opened and Mokuba hopped in. “Hey big bro, what happened?”
Seto handed him the photo. “Where did this come from?”
Mokuba looked at it and snorted. “Oh yeah, I remember that one but obviously it wasn’t one of the pics we selected for official prints. Look, it doesn’t even have the watermark.”
Seto supposed that if this picture had gone public last year when it was taken, he’d have heard about it from the KaibaCorp social media team. The best picture on the KC socials was one taken at the corner of two major streets during the announcement of Battle City with Seto's face on the screens atop every building. He could already see the photoshop jobs replacing his face with this halfway-to-ahegao monstrosity.
“Fucking Pegasus.”
“Yugi was looking for you by the way. Did you offer him the job?”
“I can’t, not after he’s seen this. He can’t possibly respect me now.”
“If you don’t, then Pegasus will for sure. They were talking when I left.”
Seto sat up violently. “What?”
His phone began vibrating on the seat next to him. Of fucking course. Seto pressed the answer icon as hard as he could which was less satisfying than he’d hoped.
“What do you want?” he snarled.
“Hello, Kaiba-boy! We didn’t get a chance to chat; you must be very busy to have scurried out like you did. Let’s meet up for dinner tonight at seven instead.”
Seto considered his options. There weren't many. Better to figure out what he wanted and where they stood before deciding his next move.
“Fine. Send me the details.” He jabbed the icon to end the call and flopped back in his seat. Shit.
Pegasus was already seated at a square four-top table in a private room at the back of the restaurant when Seto arrived intentionally late. He was wearing his typical red suit. His eyepatch was the same white as his shoes, as were the two briefcases sitting on the floor next to him. The eyepatch was bejeweled around the edges. Tacky.
“Would you like a glass of wine? I haven’t opened it yet; I assumed you’d want to watch me. You can’t be too careful in this business, you know.”
Seto waved an assent and sat across from him.
Pegasus uncorked the bottle, poured them each a glass, and raised his in a toast: “To competition in the industry!”
Seto set his glass down hard. Did he know? How?
“What do you mean?” he asked, as though his reaction hadn’t already shown his hand.
“Now, now, Kaiba-boy. Don’t play stupid. It’s a bad look on you and boy do I know about bad looks on you.” Pegasus wasn’t gauche enough to gesture towards his briefcases where he almost certainly held another copy of The Picture. He didn’t need to.
“That’s not possible, there are no leaks in my company. I’ve made sure of it.”
“Are you certain? There’s an awful lot of employees in that big old tower.” His smile grew wider. “By the by, did your stepfather teach you to build towers like that or was his cigar just a cigar?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What, cigars? Or a small—”
“Fatherhood.”
Pegasus stopped smiling. “Listen here, you shit-eating cretin—”
“Is a simple reference to your ruined chance of ever having a family all it takes to ruin your savoir faire? Your whole act is as cheap as those Swarovski crystals on your eyepatch.”
“I’ll have you know, these are the finest conflict diamonds money can buy.” His smile was back but brittle. “Speaking of things money can buy, I happened to propose a little job offer today after you abandoned little Yugi.”
Seto laughed. “He’ll never work for you. After Duelist Kingdom, why would he?”
“Oh, that’s all in the past. I can't exactly take his soul or his Millennium Puzzle now, can I? Although, there is one thing he’ll get from KaibaCorp that he won’t from Industrial Illusions…”
“What’s that?”
“A reason to create a sexual harassment case against his boss.”
“That’s not what this is,” said Seto through gritted teeth. “I’d never use my—”
“How else could you possibly win his affections? I know all you techno-fetishists think that your potential paramours enjoy listening to you drone on about the blockchain, stablecoins, and gas fees but the public at large just doesn’t care.”
“Don’t act like you’ve never taken an interest in crypto; I remember when your dogshit Funny Bunny NFTs were being dropped in everyone’s digital wallet to promote whatever inane expansion pack you were releasing that year.”
“Plenty of other companies were sending their own to me. It was just a little quid pro quo; a term with which you’ll become quite familiar once your HR team gets wind of your actual designs for hiring little Y—”
“Go jump off a fucking cliff.”
“Don’t tempt me with a shortcut to winning Duel Monsters battles.”
Oh, he could fuck all the way off with that. Whose fault had it been that Seto had even been forced to stoop to such measures? He was too furious to come up with a properly cogent and caustic response. “Get bent.”
“There’s that outré personality and rapier wit that will definitely bag you a handsome bright-eyed duelist. I’m sure you have some good qualities deep inside, but I certainly can’t see them.”
“Can you even perceive depth with one eye?”
“Cheap shot, Kaiba-boy.” Pegasus looked over Seto’s shoulder into the main room of the restaurant and smiled. Before Seto could turn, he smoothly continued. “You were much more interesting as a soulless husk; I do hope this dullness isn’t a latent side effect. Perhaps I should check in with little Mokuba and—”
Seto slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. “Don’t you dare talk about my brother, you conniving shit-weasel.”
“Am I, um, interrupting something?” said a familiar voice behind him. Seto turned around and looked down into the large, purple eyes of Yugi Mutou.
Another day, another tournament. Yugi always enjoyed getting to chat with other players; it was fun to talk about strategies and sometimes he learned about new games to try. Today was no different, but he was struggling to stay completely focused. Kaiba had asked to speak with him after the event and he was pretty sure he was about to get a job offer from the biggest gaming tech giant in the world. He had fielded offers from several companies, including KaibaCorp, over the past few years, but he’d wanted to finish university before going into the job market. Now he was ready and looking forward to what his future career would hold.
He took the final photo from the second-place competitor and looked down for an empty place to sign. What was that face Kaiba was making? If it were anyone else, he’d say they were looking dreamily at him but Kaiba? He blinked. Sure enough, he was looking directly at Yugi with a softness he’d never seen in Kaiba’s eyes before. There was even a small smile on his face. Had he always had a dimple?
“What is this picture? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”
Kaiba glanced over with disinterest. “That was from last year’s tournament.”
“Um, I don’t think this was one of the official photos.”
Kaiba looked again and the next thing Yugi knew, he was telling Mokuba to give the kid passes to Kaibaland and bolting out the door with the picture.
Well. That was telling.
Yugi had always found Kaiba devastatingly attractive (Atem had teased him about it endlessly during Battle City) but their paths hadn’t crossed outside of the annual KaibaCorp/I² joint Duel Monsters tournaments in years, so he hadn’t given the CEO much thought in a while. He smiled to himself at the memory of Atem asking him if he thought Kaiba would shout “Behold, Yugi!” when dropping his pants. Thankfully, he and Atem had had a gentlemen’s agreement about not referencing specific fantasies they’d picked up from the other; he couldn’t imagine being teased about Kaiba whispering roughly in his ear, demanding he get on his knees like a good boy. In return, Yugi had kept mum about Atem’s serious hardon for Duke Devlin but in his grief after the Ceremonial Duel, he’d had sex with the dice enthusiast. Normally, he preferred bottoming, but that night he’d topped in honor of Atem. “This one’s for you, buddy,” he had whispered through his tears as he came. Duke hadn’t spoken to him since.
The look on Kaiba’s face hadn’t been lust though. Bastet’s whiskers, did he want to date? Yugi couldn’t picture Kaiba dating anyone but then again, Yugi also wouldn’t have been able to picture that wistful look on his face until he saw it, so maybe Kaiba was capable of more than he had assumed.
Pegasus interrupted his thoughts. “Hello there, Yugi-boy, were you waiting on someone?”
“No, I guess I’m not.”
“Lucky me. I happen to have a job offer that might interest you… perhaps we could meet for dinner tonight at, oh let’s say, seven-thirty?”
Yugi’s ears perked up. Industrial Illusions would be another great job opportunity and would honestly be more up his alley of wanting to actually design games. Of course, he and Pegasus had a troubled history, to put it mildly, but with all of the Millennium Items gone, there probably wasn’t any danger now. They’d been professionally cordial to each other at the annual tournaments; he figured he could keep that up.
“Sure,” he said. “Sounds great.”
Yugi went home to shower (it was so strange how sweaty duels could be) and change into more professional clothing. He spent the cab ride to the restaurant wondering what it would be like to date Kaiba. It would be fun to play games together. Being a globe-trotting billionaire, Kaiba probably knew about lots of cool foods that Yugi had never been able to try. He had chilled out somewhat since their teenage years but he was still pretty intense. By the time he reached his destination, he decided that he’d give it a couple of days for Kaiba to get over his obvious embarrassment and then reach out. Maybe they could hang out a few times and see if they clicked… or even if they didn’t, maybe they could at least fuck. He wondered how Kaiba would choose to reward a good boy.
He then spent several minutes outside thinking about salaries, paid time off, and annual bonuses to avoid walking into a job interview rocking a half chub.
The waitress guided him to a private room in the back. He spotted the trademark silver hair but there was someone else at the table and as Yugi approached, he realized it was Kaiba. And Kaiba was pissed.
“Don’t you dare talk about my brother, you conniving shit-weasel.”
“Am I, um, interrupting something?”
Kaiba swung around and there was a new wide-eyed look on his face that Yugi had never seen before. Embarrassment? Fear?
“Welcome, Yugi-boy, so glad you can make it. I must apologize for our mutual friend here, I hope he doesn’t make you feel…unsafe.”
Kaiba’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Yugi looked between them and sat down. “Of course I don’t feel unsafe with Kaiba.” This had the hallmarks of a classic Pegasus mind-fuckaroo. Hadn’t the kid at the autograph table said Pegasus gave him that photo too? Yugi hoped that there was still a real job offer here.
“Glad to hear it,” said Pegasus, breezily. “Now, I’d like to offer you a job at Industrial Illusions. You would start with designing new cards for future expansions along with balancing out their power levels and effects. We want each new expansion to add depth to the game, not break it, and we need someone like you who both loves the game and understands the strategy at every level. There will likely be opportunities to work on other games that catch your interest. I suspect you may also have ideas for new games; we would be very interested in those as well and would pay you a bonus accordingly.”
He pulled a pad of paper from one of his briefcases and wrote a number on it then slid it over to Yugi. Holy shit. This was get-his-own-place money. Hell, this was buy-his-own-place money. He tried very hard to keep a straight face as he wrote a higher number below Pegasus’s offer. You were supposed to do that, right? He should have looked up bargaining tips online. Yugi slid the paper back, feeling Kaiba’s burning eyes trying to read it without looking too obvious.
Pegasus made a moue of concern. “Are you trying to put me out of business?”
Yugi silently panicked, had he gone too high? Shit. He looked at the new number once the paper was in front of him again. It was about a third of the way between their initial offers. Would he look like a chump if he took it? This was more money than he could comprehend already. He wrote the amount halfway between the initial offers and slid it back.
“I accept,” said Pegasus, slipping the paper back into the briefcase. Maybe Yugi was pretty good at this bargaining thing after all. “I’ll send the official documents to your email as soon as we—.”
“I’ll double your first counter-offer, Yugi,” Kaiba interrupted.
Yugi stared. “Do you even know what it was?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll pay it.”
“Now why would Yugi-boy want to come work for you? He doesn’t have any interest in tech design.”
Kaiba’s knuckles were white over his clenched fists and Yugi could hear him grinding his teeth. “KaibaCorp is… considering… moving into game creation. I would like Yugi to head the new department.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Pegasus chortled.
“Head the department?” asked Yugi.
"This information is confidential."
“Let’s not get too hasty, boys. I think people would have quite a few thoughts on the subject if that picture happened to be released publicly alongside the announcement that KaibaCorp is hiring the King of Games in a role of senior leadership. It would be, as they say, a bad look, and I know about bad looks on you, Kaiba.”
“You already made that joke,” snarled Kaiba.
“Yes, but Yugi-boy wasn’t here then and it was funny enough to say twice.”
Kaiba opened his mouth but the waitstaff arrived with their food. Yugi looked around, he’d never even been given a menu, but the food looked good and he was hungry.
Once they had set everything in the middle of the table and given each member of the party an empty plate, they disappeared again.
“Seto,” Pegasus said seriously. “You have a choice to make. You may not care about your reputation but what of little Yugi’s?”
“Just because I hire Yugi doesn’t mean I’ll—"
“Frankly, I don’t believe you and neither will anyone else. Let’s all enjoy our food while you think about your priorities. We can both walk away from this with something we want.”
As he ate, Yugi reflected that it was very bizarre to have two people discussing him as though he weren’t there but he was much too curious to interject. He was going to take the I² job regardless of Kaiba’s response; he wanted to design games, not head a department, and on top of that, if that picture did get out (and it would) the entire organization would assume he got the job because the CEO had the hots for him and they’d never respect him. Pegasus clearly had them over a barrel but while Yugi felt sorry for Kaiba, who was clearly distressed, he also wanted to see what he’d choose. Would he let Yugi go in order to date him? He didn’t even know if Yugi was interested, that would be quite the risk.
He glanced over to see Kaiba mechanically eating while staring at the table. What was he thinking about? Was he tallying a pros and cons list on a spreadsheet in his head?
Finally, Kaiba set his eating utensils down. “You should work for Industrial Illusions, Yugi.” He refused to meet the eyes of either person at the table.
“Luckily for you both, I agree,” said Yugi, trying to get a little of his agency back now that he had his answer and holding his hand out for Pegasus to shake.
“Wonderful,” said Pegasus standing up instead. “I love it when a plan comes together. Now, Yugi-boy, I’ll have HR email you and you’re going to want to read the documents carefully before you e-sign them. There are going to be a lot of NDAs.” He flicked a glance at Kaiba. “A lot of NDAs. One can’t be too careful about the scheming of one’s competitors, after all. It was wonderful to see you both, we must do this again soon. Toodle-oo!” He picked up his briefcases, placed the handle of one into Yugi’s still-outstretched hand, and left.
The case was a soft, creamy, white leather and Yugi set it on his lap and immediately wiped his hands on his napkin before touching it again. Near the top was his name stitched in white thread. He opened it to find several dividers for papers, an elastic band with a pen in it, and a couple of thin pockets. The pen was white with a gold tip. Industrial Illusions was written in gold along the side and the cap clip was engraved with Yugi’s name. One of the pockets contained business cards with his name and future title as well. Hathor’s horns; why the hell had Pegasus even needed a Millennium item when he was able to read people this well?
There was a paper sticking out of one of the other pockets and Yugi removed and unfolded it. “Good luck taming the dragon!” He shoved it back in and closed the case.
Kaiba still wasn’t looking at him which wasn’t surprising; the man had never handled embarrassment well.
“You wanna get out of here?” Yugi asked in a voice he hoped sounded casual. “Maybe go play some games or something?”
Kaiba looked at him suspiciously.
“Look, we both know you’re interested. Let’s go hang out and see where that goes.”
“I’m parked outside.”
Yugi felt like a real business man as they left the restaurant carrying their briefcases. It had already been a great day and it was promising to get even better. This thought was confirmed as he watched Kaiba’s long fingers easily handle the stick shift of his silver and blue sports car. He wondered what it would be like to be hard at fifty thousand feet in the air in a specially modified jet and shifted in his seat. Fuck, they couldn’t get to Kaiba’s mansion fast enough.
“Rummy,” Yugi announced, setting his cards down.
“Again?”
“King of Games,” Yugi shrugged. They'd spent the last couple of hours playing games with normal Bicycle decks of cards and discussing a variety of topics from Yugi's tattoo concept in remembrance of Atem to Kaiba's favorite restaurants around the world to something called "cryptocurrency" that Kaiba started to explain but then blanched and changed the subject to his new ideas for KaibaCorp instead. He was careful not to mention his plans for game development, what with Yugi's new job, but he did offhandedly mention an app to locate nearby duel disks for players interested in pick-up duels which would probably be a hit. It was nice to talk to Kaiba casually like this and but the other man's long fingers were increasingly distracting and Yugi decided it was time to make a move. He shifted on the floor to sit on his knees and leaned over the small table between them. “And now, I’m going to claim my prize.”
Kaiba looked uncharacteristically uncertain.
“Come here, Seto.” It would probably be weird to keep calling him by his last name.
He surged forward at that, grabbing Yugi’s face with both hands and rewarding him with a searing kiss. Their noses smushed uncomfortably, but Yugi tilted his head and oh… that was good. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and Seto tucked his hands under Yugi’s armpits and pulled him across the table, scattering cards everywhere on the floor. He desperately wished he wasn’t wearing a tie for this. He slid his fingers through soft, brown hair and his tongue into a soft, warm mouth. Seto began to ruck his shirt up from his slacks and Yugi pulled back.
“Um, hang on, this is my only nice shirt.” He loosened his tie and began to unbutton. Seto’s eyes were laser-focused on his chest and he slowed the shirt-removal process down, looking up through his eyelashes. Seto’s mouth was slightly open and his bangs were mussed. Yugi set his shirt carefully down on the back of a nearby chair where his new briefcase sat and laid his tie over it.
“Do you want to go to your room, maybe?” he asked hopefully.
Seto nodded stiffly then turned and walked out of the room. Yugi trotted after and followed him through the maze of hallways.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, y’know.”
Suddenly, his back was against a wall and Seto was looming over him, propped on one arm over Yugi’s head. Fuck, who knew looming could be so hot?
“Ohhh?” he purred. Purred. Yugi was going to have a permanent zipper pattern embedded in his dick. “How long?”
“Since Battle City. Seeing you in that silver trenchcoat just…” More specifically, it had been seeing him swaggering around in that trenchcoat, confidently bossing everyone around, but one step at a time.
He opened his mouth to ask the question back but Seto took his words and breath away with another kiss. He moaned as a long-fingered hand ran down his chest, brushing against one of his nipples and Seto picked him up like he was nothing and slammed his back against the wall. He began kissing down the side of Yugi’s throat.
“Oh my god, please fuck me.”
Seto grabbed him by the hair hard enough to sting, tugged his head back, and leaned in to growl in his ear, “Oh, I don’t know if you’ve been good enough to earn my cock.”
As quickly as Yugi’d been shoved against the wall, he was pulled back from it and set gently on the ground.
“I apologize. That was…you’re too…you wouldn’t want…” Seto’s eyes darted nervously around before landing on Yugi again. “I can control myself. It won’t happen again.”
Oh no no no. It was definitely going to happen again if Yugi had any say in it, which he did. He ran a hand down Seto’s chest and stomach until he gently brushed his fingers against his erection. Seto inhaled sharply and met Yugi's eyes again.
“Please, Seto, I’ll show you how good I can be, I promise,” Yugi breathed. “Let me earn your cock.”
Seto’s blue irises were barely visible around blown-out pupils. "Very well." He snatched Yugi’s wrist in a firm grip. “Come on then.”
One more turn and they were in his bedroom which was, unsurprisingly, a study in blue and chrome. The bed was very large with a headboard made of shiny bars that looked promising for the future. There was a desk against a wall with several monitors and empty coffee mugs on it. A chess board in the middle of a game sat on a small table by the window and several shadowboxes with chess awards were on the wall. A briefcase full of Duel Monsters cards was open on the dresser. All in all, it looked more like the room of a young man than the CEO of a tech giant.
“I kind of expected a dragon-shaped bed or something.”
“Tacky,” Seto snorted without a hint of irony. Yugi glanced up and noticed that the crown molding was lined with intricate bas-relief carvings of Blue Eyes White Dragons. He chose to say nothing and besides, Seto was undoing his many buckles which was way more interesting. Yugi kicked off his socks and shoes, removed his trousers and undershirt, folded them neatly on the dresser (“You hang slacks, not fold them, and anyway, I’ll send all your clothes out for dry cleaning tomorrow”), and dropped to his knees near the desk chair. He was too short to easily reach Seto’s waist like this but he hoped he’d get the hint.
Seto sat in the chair fully naked and spread his legs. “Where were we? I believe you’d promised to earn this?” He idly stroked himself.
Yugi took in the sight. Burning, blue eyes partially hidden under long bangs. The smirk that was standard for his face— at least when he wasn’t staring longingly at card game winners. Long, lean torso, perhaps slightly on the thin side; likely from meals consisting of protein bars and coffee while overworking himself. He had a thin dusting of brown hair on his chest and a perfect happy trail leading down to… well. Behold, indeed. Yugi had expected to see a dick as long and thin as his owner, but it was surprisingly thick. Tantalizingly thick, in fact. His mouth watered and he tried very hard not to think about the stupid note Pegasus had left in his briefcase.
Yugi scooted forward on his knees and placed a hand tentatively on one of Seto’s thighs and wrapped the other around the base of his cock.
“Go on.”
Yugi leaned forward (god, he smelled incredible) and licked a stripe up the side. Seto exhaled slowly and he continued licking from base to tip until he felt confident enough to go further. He twirled his tongue around the head, then sucked it into his mouth. So far, so good. Yugi opened as wide as he could, managed about half, and decided to focus on timing the strokes of his hand with the movements of his mouth instead. This won him a moan from up over his head and he sped up. By the end of the night, this thing was going to be fully seated inside of him and he hummed at the thought of it.
Seto grasped his face and pulled him off, then pressed his thumbs on either side of Yugi’s jaw forcing him to keep his mouth open. He moved Yugi’s head up and down on his cock in shallow strokes.
"Deeper?"
Yugi made the best noise of assent he could manage. The soft tip of the dick hit the back of his tongue and that was good and then the back of his throat and Yugi gagged.
“Breathe through your nose.”
This worked until it didn’t but it was worth it to see those fiery, blue eyes with their full concentration on him through his own watering ones.
“We’ll practice more next time,” Seto promised, sending a tingle down Yugi’s back. “Your tears bring out the color in your eyes.” He pulled Yugi into another searing kiss that left him dazed.
“Was I good enough for you?”
Seto hummed noncommittally. “We’ll see what you can take first.”
He guided Yugi to the bed, tugged off his boxer briefs, then opened a drawer on one of the nightstands. He pulled out a condom, which he tossed on top of the nightstand and lube, which he brought with him to the bed.
“Lay down on your left side.”
Yugi had expected a mixture of barked orders and insults as he'd seen from Seto numerous times but it appeared as though Bedroom Seto was more partial to quiet commands. It was surprisingly hot, Yugi concluded as he pulled the sheets and blanket back and crawled to the middle of the bed.
Seto spooned up behind him propped up on one arm and then shifted his hips back to make room for his right hand which snaked down between them. His finger was cold as it rubbed gentle circles around Yugi’s hole. The light sensation made him shiver and he pushed back into it.
“Settle down,” Seto chastised with a small nip to his ear. Yugi heard the lube bottle open and then the finger was back and even colder. He jerked slightly then held himself very still.
“Good boy.”
Yugi whined. The finger entered him and he focused on the always slightly strange feeling of being stretched. Seto added a second and nudged his prostate for good measure making him gasp and curl his legs up to give better access. Seto did it again.
“Please! Again, please!”
“Oh, I wish I could,” said Seto, dripping with false sympathy. “I really do, but it makes you tense up and we can’t have that.” He began placing soft kisses along the side of Yugi’s neck. “Open up for me and I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Yugi tried his best to relax and enjoy what Seto was doing to him, but shit, why couldn’t this part go faster? He just wanted to be dicked into the mattress, goddammit. Finally, Seto removed his fingers and rolled Yugi on his back. Then he poured lube back on his hand and reached for Yugi again.
“Oh, come on! Please? I’m ready!”
Seto looked down meaningfully at himself and back at Yugi. “Be reasonable. I’m not going to let you get injured because you’re impatient.”
Yugi opened his mouth to argue.
“Impatient boys don’t get to come on my cock.’
Yugi closed his mouth with a click.
“There we go.” He pushed in with three fingers and Yugi arched his back with a moan. Maybe he’d been too quick to discount the delights of a good fingering. Seto began to lightly glide the fingers of his other hand along Yugi’s shaft and balls as he stretched him out. Then as Yugi started to pant harder, another finger nudged at his hole. Oh god, was he about to get fisted?
“No, ah, mmph, I’ve never, oh god this feels so good but I’ve, mm, never—”
“The fourth is the last one, I promise,” said Seto. “This time.”
The promise went straight to his dick and Yugi had never been so hard in his life. New kink unlocked, he thought to himself as the fourth finger entered him. Seto was gracious enough to give that sweet spot a nudge and Yugi closed his eyes as he cried out, only to immediately reopen them when his cock was engulfed in the warm, wet heat of Seto’s mouth.
“Nekhbet’s cloaca, oh my godddd!” He thought he felt Seto laugh but who fucking cared. As he pulled his fingers out, he sucked Yugi down to the root, back and forth, in glorious syncopation. Yugi could feel that pressure at the base of his tailbone.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” and immediately Seto pulled off and out.
“No. You’re not.” Seto leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a small towel with which to wipe his hand leaving Yugi to keen through his aborted climax.
The sound of the condom wrapper opening caught his attention and he watched Seto roll it on.
“I can do that with my mouth, y’know. We can add that to the “another time” list.” The taste was disgusting but he’d do it for Seto, especially if he was ordered to in one of those quiet demands. Shit, did he already have it bad for Kaiba or did he just like being bossed around? A complex puzzle to sort out when he wasn’t on his back, dripping lube from his asshole.
Seto graced him with a small smile that made his stomach flip. “Indeed.” He crawled back onto the bed and over Yugi who tipped his hips accordingly. Seto lined himself up.
“Now. This is your reward for your good behavior tonight. You’re going to continue to be good and take every inch of me, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Please!”
“You’re not to come until I allow it.”
“I won’t, I promise.” Yugi hoped it was a promise he could keep.
“Tell me if you need me to slow down or if you need more lube or anything else,” Seto said in a softer voice. Yugi nodded his understanding.
Seto began to push in, slowly working himself deeper and deeper into Yugi until finally bottoming out. He wrapped one arm under Yugi’s lower back to keep his hips tilted and braced himself on his other arm. Yugi took a deep breath; after that last bit, he was expecting a jackhammering, but he was surprised when Seto simply moved in a motion that was closer to rocking than plunging. He heard and felt a deep exhale against his ear.
“Oh fuck, Yugi, you feel so good. You’re so tight and the walls of your asshole will be imprinted with the shape of my dick when I’m finished with you. I’m gonna make you feel so good, nothing else will ever be enough.”
Yugi placed open-mouthed kisses along Seto’s neck while running his fingers through his hair, drifting his fingernails along Seto's scalp.
“After tonight, you’ll be panting for more and make no mistake: there’s plenty where this came from. Soon, you’ll be begging to feel my entire hand inside you, you’ll be begging to be filled to the brim with my come, you’ll be begging me to grab you by the hair and throat-fuck you until you can’t speak. I will wreck you; I will absolutely ruin you, and you'll be gagging for it.”
He shuddered under the verbal assault of smut and gave a nip to the tender skin under Seto’s ear. The other man growled and tightened the arm under his back.
“I’ll fill you up and then I’ll plug you up to keep me inside you all day. I’ll feed you all the come you can handle and then I’ll blow you and kiss you and make you eat yours too. I’ll clean you out with a hose and warm water and then I’ll eat your ass until you scream. Ohhh Yugi," he sighed. "if you dare to misbehave, I’ll add soap and make you hold it but you’d never do that, you’re a good boy who does as he’s told and you’ll do anything I tell you, won't you?”
Yugi moaned; his dick was rubbing against the fine hairs on Seto’s stomach and it wasn’t enough but between the edging and the litany of filth in his ears, he felt so damn close. He reached down without thinking but Seto was faster and snatched his hand away, sitting back on his heels as he did so.
“Absolutely the fuck not. Wasn’t I just complimenting you on how well-behaved you are? Hands on the headboard bars, now.”
Yugi reached behind his head and grasped the bars while Seto wrapped his arms around Yugi’s thighs and began to pump in earnest. His back arched as he cried out, “Please Seto, please let me come, I’m so close.”
“Surely, you don’t want to come yet; you’ll over-sensitize yourself and we’re not through until I am.”
Yugi's eyes glazed over at the thought. “Yes,” he keened. “Yes, I do want that.”
“Beg.”
“Please, Seto, please let me come. I’ve been so good and it’ll feel good for you too when I do. Please please please!”
Seto didn’t miss a stroke as he ran a finger down the seam of Yugi’s scrotum. “What’s my name?”
“Seto!” He felt like he could erupt at any moment.
“My full name.”
“Seto Kaiba!”
“Yesssss,” he hissed as he wrapped his long fingers around Yugi’s cock and began to tug it. “Whose cock feels so good stuffed inside you and filling you up?”
“Seto Kaiba!” Yugi gripped the bars tighter as he tried to hold out for permission. The blue embers of Seto’s eyes were fully focused on Yugi and he burned under their heat.
“Scream it when you come.”
Yugi obeyed.
Seto accelerated his pace while Yugi watched, stomach painted with cooling come. His head was tilted up, his eyes were closed, his jaw was clenched, and he was probably going to leave a few bruises on Yugi’s thighs. Yugi shivered and goosebumps dotted his skin from his over-sensitized nerves. He realized he was still holding the bars and he let go and reached out to the only part of Seto he could reach. The sensation began to overwhelm him and his teeth chattered as he gently brushed his fingers against Seto’s. Seto’s eyes opened in surprise and when his gaze fixed on Yugi’s, he came with a protracted groan.
He pulled out gently after catching his breath and disappeared through a door to what appeared to be an ensuite bathroom. Yugi thought he got a glimpse of a mammoth stand-alone shower which he vowed to use as soon as possible. Seto returned with a damp washcloth and cleaned Yugi off before collapsing on his back next to him in the bed. Yugi snuggled up against him with his head on his shoulder and Seto wrapped an arm loosely around him.
“I didn’t get too intense, did I? We got on the good boy track and once I start talking in that mode, I’m prone to losing track of what I’m saying.”
Yugi laughed. “We probably need to have a conversation before doing some of those things but I liked hearing you talk about it.”
Seto turned his head towards him and Yugi captured his mouth in a kiss. He finished it with a small kiss on Seto’s nose and received another small smile for his troubles. He could get addicted to that smile.
“You look like you enjoyed yourself,” Seto observed.
“I might sleep for a week after that,” Yugi said and then promptly yawned.
“Sleep here.” Seto reached down and pulled the covers up over them both. "I have to get up early for work, but you can sleep as long as you'd like before you go."
“I apparently have a bunch of NDAs to read and sign tomorrow, so I guess I'll have to wake up eventually.” Hopefully, Grandpa didn't have too many questions about where he'd been all night (or more specifically, with whom).
“Are you busy for dinner Friday night? A new Italian-Japanese fusion restaurant just opened downtown that I’ve been meaning to try.”
Everything was coming up Yugi Mutou. He had a new job where his first paycheck would be more than he’d ever had in his bank account at once, he’d gotten laid and it was incredible, and he was embarking on a relationship with someone who, as he’d hoped, knew about all kinds of foods Yugi had never tried before. He fell asleep smiling and thinking of blue embers and pannacotta with bamboo chips.
Everything was coming up Seto Kaiba. The upshot of the humiliating experience of seeing one's feelings printed in color and then heavily intimated by Pegasus meant that one could neatly circumvent an even greater indignity... having to verbalize one's feelings. Yes, he finally had the man of his dreams in his bed and hadn’t had to make a single sweaty-palmed confession. He fell asleep smiling and thinking of sparkling amethysts and the success of his new gaming development department at the next quarterly financial review.
Everything was coming up Maximillion Pegasus. Yugi accepted his job offer at a quarter of the salary Pegasus was willing to pay to have him and the talented King of Games would keep his company fresh and in the public eye for years to come. Additionally, the bug in Yugi’s briefcase had a chance of picking up any information Kaiba-boy spilled to his new boyfriend about KaibaCorp, be they exciting new ideas he wanted to try or personal grievances he wanted to vent. He knew a third-party app developer that would pay handsomely for the duel disk locater idea; anyone could pick up the broadcasted signals after all, and broadcasted signals meant data collection, the greatest prize of them all.
This was just the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps he could nudge little Yugi to leave work early one day and visit his boyfriend at the office; the possibilities for useful intel were endless. If all else failed, he would likely get some kind of new blackmail material. Kaiba-boy was repressed enough that he was probably into some kinky shit. He fell asleep smiling and thinking of the rave reviews of his next Duel Monsters expansion pack and the look on Seto Kaiba’s face if Pegasus ever threatened to sue him for copyright infringement over his tacky jet.