Title: Cream Lemon
Author: bnomiko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Yami, hints of Noa + Mokuba
Spoilers: none
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. "Cream," "Gett Off," and "I Would Die 4 U" are all performed and recorded by Prince. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Yami does a striptease in the garage and ends up being a hood ornament. PWP.
Status: 1 / 1
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/

This is a YAOI fic (male x male sexual situations) and is not appropriate for minors. If you are underage or offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded.

• Part of the Kai-baby / Yami-kins AU. Chronologically set Valentine’s Day after "'Tis the Season."
• Noa has been brought out of the virtual world, has a new body, and is living with Mokuba and Seto, and Yami has his own body and is separate from Yugi. The how and why isn’t important on either of those.
• Ages of characters: Seto is 20, Yami is 19, Noa and Mokuba are 14.

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Cream Lemon

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Seto didn’t understand why going dancing with Yugi-tachi was considered a Valentine’s Day activity, but that was what Yami had wanted to do. So after a light dinner at a little Cajun restaurant on the edge of town, they made their appearance at Live Bait and stayed through a respectable number of songs before Seto reminded Yami that he had work the next day. Not that seeing Yami swaying under the pulsating strobe lights was a bad thing, but that just got him worked up, and being worked up while stuck in the middle of a frothing crowd of sweaty strangers wasn’t an appealing thing. What did that have to do with romance anyways?

Speaking of romance, God… Mokuba and Noa were out on a double date with two girls from Domino High. Jesus, his little brothers… dating! And dating a pair of seniors as well… older girls! Why, he hadn’t started dating until… well, damn it. Yami was his first and only. He had wanted to meet the girls they were going out with, but it didn’t really work with their schedule and Yami thought it was way too early for them to meet Mr. Psycho-Overprotective-Big-Brother Kaiba anyways, so instead he settled for instructing Isono to keep a VERY close eye on things. As in, privacy screen down at all times while the girls were in the car. And dinner reservation for a party of five. And no dating movies. Or teenage sex comedies. Nothing that would give them any funny ideas.

He had to admit that a big part of him that was proud to see his brothers coming down the stairs dressed nicely, their hair neatly done, smelling faintly of borrowed cologne, a small box of Godiva "G Collection "chocolates for each girl in hand. They just looked relaxed and happy and so… normal, and really, wasn’t that all he could've asked for? So he gave them his thoughts on abstinence and relationships, and then the limo was ready and Yami was pushing them out the door, and he certainly hoped the things he had said got through to them. He knew how teens were with their hormones, hell… Damn hormones are still the bane of my existence.

As they pulled into the garage, Seto glanced over at his lover, who stared back in amusement while silently toying with a strand of blonde hair. God, he really had gone all out for the evening… so it wasn't Seto's fault if he was aroused by it, right? It wasn’t his fault at all that Yami was a sexy beast... the way he moved like a predatory cat through the shadows cast by the dancers on the dance floor, all sleek and sensual, a striking figure in solid black. Yami always looked his best in black, and the outfit he had poured himself into did not disappoint. Matte black pleather pants that clung to every inch of his slender legs with a zipper that ran the entire length of the crotch seam, a black muscle shirt that had four gaping horizontal slashes front and back, showing plenty of skin to get Seto’s imagination going full speed… oh yeah! He had even added a thin line of glittering purple eyeliner to draw more attention to his already amazing eyes, as well as a generous dusting of shimmery powder on his temples and cheekbones and dark eggplant polish on his nails.

"Seto."

"Huh?" He must have been admiring Yami for far too long, because Yami smiled a slow smile, slid his hand across his hips, and… undid his seatbelt.

"You can put the car in park now."

"Hn." The brunette went ahead and threw the vehicle into park and turned off the engine. Damn tease! I’m tackling him the moment I get out! Then he checked his pockets. Shit! No lube. Of all the... well, there ought to be some in the car, right? Unless Yami forgot to stash some in here, though come to think of it... when does he ever forget?

Yami hopped out of the car quickly, then stretched as if he had just woken up from a great nap. His top inched up until his nipples were visible through one of the slashes. That was fun… but I didn’t mean to keep you out so late. Did you have a good time at least?

Seto got out of the car and gave his lover a hungry look. I’m about to. Yami laughed at the joke. Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I would never let you go wandering around alone looking like THAT anyways.

Yami cocked his head. Looking like what?

Oh please. Amazing that the crimson-eyed teen could manage an innocent look, all done up as he was. Taking you clubbing tonight was the equivalent of throwing raw meat at packs of starving wolves. You don’t know how many men and women were drooling over you.

Jealous?

Insanely, and you know that, Seto replied, making his way over to the passenger’s side of the car, but Yami suddenly slipped away from him and headed for his Porsche. Confused, Seto followed his boyfriend over to the white car.

You know, there were quite a number of eyes on you as well. But I figure I can’t blame them for looking as long as they don’t touch, Yami was saying, and then he turned on the accessory power to his vehicle and began playing with his CD player. A slow steady beat began pouring out from the speakers, accompanied by what sounded like someone moaning and screeching, and then the music started. After all, touching you is solely MY privilege. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Baby."

Seto’s pulse was racing, his body already anticipating a very good night indeed. "Huh?"

Yami stood up and sauntered towards Seto, his hips moving in time with the beat, then began a writhing dance. His tongue slid out over his bottom lip, making it shine with moisture, and he began singing along with the lyrics, a flirty twinkle in eye.

Pressing himself up against his boyfriend, Yami began backing him up, keeping an eye on the distance between them and his intended destination.

By this point, he had knotted his fingers in Seto’s hair and had him nearly on his back on the front hood of the Ferrari. And then he put a knee up on the car and began half-crawling, half-climbing up his taller lover as if he were a tree, his hand trailing down between Seto’s legs to finger the cock trapped beneath straining fabric.

That last line was finished with Yami sucking on Seto’s lower lip, his hips rolling and grinding against the entire length of Seto’s engorged dick. The young billionaire could only groan as desire flooded his body.

With a wink, Yami suddenly rolled off of Seto, stretching himself out on the hood and throwing his head back dramatically. His entire body rose and fell against the carbon fiber in an undulating motion.

Rolling to his left side, Yami slid his hand in between a slit on his shirt to toy with a peaked nipple. Seto scrambled off the hood to get a better view of his boyfriend teasing his own body, his breathing just as ragged as Yami’s.

With that, he rose up to a sitting position, flicking a hand out to point at Seto, his lips curving up in a sensual smile before he flung his head back again, his fingers gliding over his lips to trail a thin stream of saliva down his chin and throat.

Seto wanted to just reach out and touch that tempting body, but Yami suddenly slid down the hood until he was back on his feet, standing just out of the brunette’s reach as he began tugging his shirt off from the bottom, revealing increasing amounts of golden skin.

Yami’s top ended up getting flung over Seto’s head to land on the concrete, then he spread his legs and began undoing his zipper from behind with his left hand, rolling his hips forward to finish unzipping it with his right. The pants came apart completely at the crotch, the pleather peeling away just enough to reveal the leopard print pouch that barely held Yami’s raging erection. Then he spun around to reveal the fact that the pouch was backless as he slooooowly began working the two halves of the pants down a millimeter at a time.

Throwing himself back onto the hood of the car, Yami spun himself around on one hip so that he was facing Seto once again, then he thrust his upper body upwards as his legs went back and apart to straddle the car with a near split.

After practically humping the silver Ferrari, Yami pulled his legs back under him until he was kneeling on the smooth surface, then he slid his knees apart before drawing them back together, repeating the motion in time with the music. He was practically begging to be taken and hard, his skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat.

Yami leaned back and arched up and began stroking his own hardness through the fabric of the pouch, his hips pressing his arousal up into his hands. Seto thought it was a shame to have Yami trying to get himself off when he was a perfectly willing participant, so he finally shook off his stupor and batted Yami’s hand away to rub the erection that was smacking at his palm hard in anticipation.

The song wasn’t finished yet. There was probably a little more to the striptease. But neither one cared as Seto threw himself on top of his lover, tongue eagerly slipping between parted lips that panted for air, hands roaming all over hot skin, arousals rubbing hard against each other.

But something nagged at Seto, and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was until he caught the glint of silver beneath Yami’s hair. Oh hell no… they were NOT going to have sex on his Ferrari F430 Spyder. "No… no way. Good try," he panted as soon as he could find the breath to speak.

Yami blinked slowly at him, his eyes clouded with lust. "Huh?"

Seto pulled his lover up, then looked around for a better option. The Porsche was right there, pumping out more music, telling him to "Gett Off." Well, damnit, he was trying to do just that! … Or there was the Dodge Viper. Hmm… Yami on the hood of the Viper didn’t sound bad. He hauled Yami to his feet with one arm, then began ushering him towards the blue car.

When they were finally in front of the car, Seto decided to do a little role-playing of his own. With a smirk, he pressed himself against Yami's back and barked out, "All right, hands on the hood where I can see them! Now get those legs apart." He tapped his foot on the inside of Yami's ankle, pleased to see his lover's instant compliance in their game. Handcuffs would’ve made the scene perfect, but he supposed he was just going to have to resort to using his "baton" if Yami acted up.

Yami turned his head just enough to look at Seto with wide eyes, suddenly demure and innocent. "But officer, I don't understand why you've pulled me over."

"Well… you, uh… indecent exposure," Seto mumbled as he began to grope Yami's ass with one hand while reaching around to tweak a nipple with the other.

"Ahh! But… why are you groping me? I'll report you… for misconduct."

Seto's fingers stopped moving for a moment, then resumed their slow, teasing dance. "Nope. See, it's a stripper search."

Yami groaned and pushed his hips up towards his boyfriend, his neatly wrapped package jutting out between his legs. "Don't you mean 'strip search?'"

"No. I mean…" and Seto leaned over, his breath heavy on Yami's neck, trying to remember not to drool, "stripper search. Because it's obvious you're a stripper who is indecently exposing himself. And I'm planning to do a full body search for um, contraband. Like uh… lube."

"Lube is contraband?"

"Where is it?" the brunette asked eagerly, forgetting all about his little role-play.

"Passenger's seat… Ferrari…" Yami panted, his ass wiggling in the air between the halves of his pants.

And he was going to seduce me on the Ferrari… ha! Seto gloated to himself as he fetched the bundle that Yami had planted in the sportscar. But as eager as he was to get down to business, there was still a bit of prep work needed, though from the looks of things, it wasn’t going to take very long. A bit of slick warmed between his palms and his fingers were in, sliding in and out, curling and stretching, making Yami cry out wordlessly in anticipation. He even lifted his right leg and braced it on the hood, opening himself up even more. Seto nodded in understanding, shrugging off his jacket and undoing his pants, and with just a bit more lube, he slipped in and was in heaven. God, Yami was so amazing… his skin gleaming like precious metal against the royal blue of the car, the two Blue Eyes riding over the taut muscles of his back in complement to the one airbrushed on the hood of the car, all heat and spice and pressure and friction…

Oh fuck… fuck yeah… Seto sighed mentally, thrusting forward particularly hard, causing Yami’s arms to buckle. Resting on his forearms now, the former Pharaoh could only moan and claw mindlessly at the smooth, cold surface beneath his body.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!!!" Baby!! Yami tried to slide his right leg up even more, though pleather didn’t have much in the way of gripping power, his body trembling with each thrust. He only hoped that his left leg wouldn’t give out as well, shaky as it was. Seto had him smeared on the hood of the car like butter on hot toast, and if he could just melt onto the metal beneath him, he would’ve already. "Oh yeahhh… Mmm, Se~to!!"

Get your other leg up, Seto whispered into Yami’s mind, and the younger duelist immediately strove to comply. He hopped up onto the hood the best he could since Seto wasn’t slowing down at all, sinking his length into Yami’s hole over and over as Yami scrambled to get a better grip on the vehicle beneath him.

Now sprawled shamelessly on the hood, Yami screamed Seto’s name over and over as the brunette grabbed both of Yami's firm asscheeks, parting them to see just how deep he was going, his movements becoming more frantic and erratic as he neared completion. He wanted so badly to hold out, to make the wonderful sensation go on and on, but as always, it had to come to an end. With barely enough time for one last recollection of Yami doing the splits on top of the Ferrari, he grasped Yami’s hips and came hard, blissfully finding completion in the hot embrace of his lover’s body.

Ya… mi… Panting, Seto continued to pump sporadically until he was completely drained, then he finally pulled out with a sigh, his cock falling limply back against the sparse curls at the juncture of his legs.

Of course, Yami hadn’t come yet… he still lay on the hood of the car, sliding down it a little in fact, breathing hard and… humping the metal. Seto smiled in understanding and reached out to gently roll him over. Leaning down to press a kiss to Yami’s expectant mouth, he freed his boyfriend’s erection from the confines of the pouch and began lightly squeezing and stroking the hard shaft.

"Please…" Yami moaned, arching into Seto’s hand, aching for completion himself. He had nearly lost control when Seto had come, but willed himself to hold out in hopes of getting a blow job.

Shh… Placing both of his hands under Yami’s thighs, Seto lifted and pushed him a bit higher up on the hood. When he finally had Yami positioned where he wanted him, he braced himself against the car and pulled those golden thighs up and apart, resting them on his shoulders as he dropped his head down to kiss and finally take Yami’s length into his mouth.

"Ah! Mmmm, ohhh, yesssssss…" the ex-spirit hissed, the sensation of having his glans manipulated up against Seto’s hard palate by a firm tongue almost too much to bear. He wanted to come, and quite badly at that, but not that quickly! Not yet, not yet…

All right. And Seto did ease back a little, content to just suck at a steady pace, trying to ensure that every inch of Yami’s cock received the attention it deserved. His efforts were rewarded by soft cries and the twitching of thigh muscles, but when Yami finally sank his fingers into Seto’s hair and tugged, he knew it was time to step it back up. Locking his arms across Yami’s abdomen, Seto relaxed his jaws and throat the best he could and let the head of Yami’s arousal press itself into the rear of his oral cavity. Curling his tongue around the underside of the shaft, he licked the length of it like a candy cane, then his lips tightened and he sucked hard as Yami screamed and salty fluid flooded his mouth like the bliss that rolled across their bond. There was nothing on heaven or earth better than that.

The young billionaire was content to collapse on the Viper afterwards, trying to catch his breath as Yami did the same, one arm flung over his eyes as if he were shielding them from the sun. But it was the middle of the night, and they were in the garage, and Seto suddenly realized how cold the air was and that music was still pouring from the Porsche’s speakers. Yami apparently realized it as well, as he began singing along in his sonorous voice.

"Yami."

Bright crimson eyes blinked and regarded him quizzically. And then… Yami sneezed. "Damn, it’s cold."

Seto laughed softly, rolling onto his side to gather Yami into his arms. Yeah.

You’d think we’d have learned something from that time when we had sex out on the patio on New Year’s Even, and you ended up catching a cold.

Seto smirked. It was worth it though. And at least this time, I remembered to warm up the lube a bit...

Wait. Shh… The brunette froze, then frowned when he apparently didn't hear what he had been listening for.

What's wrong?

What?!? Yami pushed himself off the hood to give Seto an incredulous look, then instantly began shivering. A striptease in the cold confines of a garage, even an insulated one, wasn't one of his better ideas.

Don't they always walk in on us?

Seto wasn’t sure if he ought to be relieved or worried by that. But his protective instincts won out easily. "Get cleaned up and dressed. They should’ve been home by now. I need to make sure I know where they are."

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After Seto and Yami had gotten themselves decently presentable, they quickly discovered that in fact, the younger teens hadn’t arrived home yet. Seto instantly called Isono, who promised that everything was going just fine… no hanky panky, and they had already dropped the girls off and were on their way home. So Yami went and grabbed a throw off the sofa and went to sit with Seto on the front steps, draping it over his boyfriend’s shoulders before stepping around to seat himself on Seto’s lap.

The young CEO seemed to curl around his lover for a moment, pulling the blanket tightly around them both, then he slid his hand underneath his jacket to reveal a small stainless steel box which he had forgotten to give Yami earlier in the evening. "Here. Happy Valentine’s Day. Not as sexy as your gift, but…" He shrugged.

“Thank you! ‘Nōka Chocolate’… mmm, chocolate… Nice packaging.”

"Yeah, well… I know you’re just going to inhale those things." He already had a mental image of a mini Yami-piglet burying his face in the box and just sucking up the contents, squealing in delight.

Yami laughed, but couldn’t resist lifting the lid to inhale the scent of the chocolates. Why not? It wasn’t a bad suggestion, though he knew Seto was referring to his ability to make sweets disappear at an astonishing rate. All right, fine, maybe smelling them wasn’t enough; the eight enticing little truffles wanted to be eaten. It was their reason for existing. "Want one?" Yami asked, plucking one out of the box and holding it up to his lips.

"Nah." But Seto couldn’t resist visually tracing the trajectory of the chocolate as it disappeared into Yami’s mouth, and while he reconsidered Yami’s offer of dessert in a more roundabout sort of way, a flash of headlights and the grinding of tires on pavement heralded the return of the black Mercedes-Benz limo.

The younger teens let themselves out of the vehicle, looking at their brother a bit warily but approaching him in greeting nonetheless.

Seto’s eyes flickered over to Yami as he proceeded to lick his fingers clean of chocolate, then back to the pair now standing before him. In a stern voice, he asked, "So…?"

"We had a nice time," Mokuba responded. Then he crossed his arms a bit defensively. "It’s not a big deal, Seto. They’re just classmates of ours. But for SOME REASON Isono followed us around the entire time."

"That’s Seto’s fault," Yami pointed out. "Chocolate?"

Noa shook his head. "No thanks."

"It was your first date, so it was a big deal. Plus, you still managed to find a way to stay out past curfew," Seto said dryly.

"I know. We didn’t mean to stay out so long – we just couldn’t decide what movie to see," Mokuba answered, sounding a bit glum. Okay, we did mean to stay out that long… but you obviously just got laid, so you should be happy that we stayed out of your hair for once!

"And the girls wanted to get some cheesecake afterwards, and we lost track of the time…" Noa added in their defense. And that’s probably a good thing, since it looks like you just fucked Yami and then bribed him with candy so that he’d come out here and keep you company while you considered how long you're going to ground us for this time. He smirked.

Seto considered his options, then decided to just let it go since obviously nothing inappropriate had happened. But he’d still have to ask Isono for a report later. "All right. I’m glad you both had a good time, but it’s nearly 1 AM and you still have school tomorrow."

Mokuba broke into a huge grin. "Thanks Nii-sama! And… good night."

Seto couldn’t resist smiling in return. "Night. Now get going!"

"Wow, he’s not grounding us…" Noa murmured in amazement as he followed Mokuba into the house.

"I heard that!" Seto called out right before the door shut. We should be heading in as well, Yami.

Yeah. The crimson-eyed teen stood up and watched as the taillights of the limo disappeared into the garage. They’re growing up so fast, aren’t they?

Don’t remind me, Seto groaned as he gathered up the throw. Well, he knew they couldn’t be kids forever, but still… At least they didn’t do anything stupid, he mentioned as he held the door open for Yami.

Of course; you know they wouldn’t, Yami reassured his lover, but privately… he wondered if his eyes had been playing tricks on him, because he swore that he had spotted a hickey on Mokuba’s neck, but how could he have ended up with one if Isono had been chaperoning the date the entire time? Unless… Well, he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions just yet. Because if it was what he thought it was, life just became far more complicated in the Kaiba household.

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~ OWARI ~

• Weiiiird ending, yes? Yeah, I consider this my set up for Stepshipping. So I’ll just smile at anyone who goes, "OMG Noa and Mokuba are dating their classmates?!" because *tsk tsk* you should know me better than that by now.
• Live Bait is (was?) a real club.
• *purrs* Saw some more photos of the Ferrari F430 Spyder in gunmetal gray… sooo sweeeet… Can't blame Seto for not wanting to screw on it. Actually I don’t even know how feasible it is to let Yami climb on top of it in terms of the amount of damage it might do to the finish, but eh… no one is volunteering their Ferrari for me to uh, experiment on.
• *double purrs* I had put Yami in some hot Lip Service pants back in "The Boys of Summer," but this time I needed pants that would unzip all the way through. So I had to put him in girl's pants (yeah, whatever… he'd fit in 'em you know). He's wearing Lip Service "Drive Thru Pants" from the "Patent Vinyl and Vegi Leather Classics"© line. His shirt is "Trapeze" by Gregg Homme.
• Not that I know what I’m doing, but I did make sure that the timing of Yami’s moves worked with the music. And… I’m really sick of "Cream" right now LOL. Oh, and since it’s not clearly identified… the lyrics Yami sings after the lemon scene are from "I Would Die 4 U." No reason for them being there other than the fact that I happened to like those lyrics.
• Well, as always, my research turns up some unusual things. While looking for chocolates for the boys to give to their "dates," I came across Forbes’ list of most expensive chocolates. The winner was a $250 truffle (that’s for a single piece) which was well… even a bit too mind-blowing for me. So I went to the next name on the list, which was Nōka. Cost for Yami’s box of eight truffles? A slightly more acceptable $139, half of which pays for the sexy steel box, so the actual chocolates would average out to $8.63 per piece ^^ Better, ne?

February 14, 2006