Title: Mint Car
Author: bnomiko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Yami
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Noa’s arc; vague and non-spoiling reference to Pharaoh’s Memory / Ancient Egypt arc
Warnings: swearing and sex
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. "Mint Car" is performed and recorded by The Cure. K-Y is a product of Johnson & Johnson, Inc. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: PWP. Immediate sequel to "Shades of You and Me." Yami’s first attempt at driving turns into a first of a different sort.
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.

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Setup for this fic:

• Part of the "Life with Kai-baby and Yami-kins" AU
• Noa has been brought out of the virtual world, has a new body, and is living with Mokuba and Seto. The how and why isn’t important.
• Yami has his own body and is separate from Yugi. The how and why isn’t important.
• Ages of characters: Seto and Yami are 18, Noa is 13, Mokuba is 12 going on 13.

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Mint Car

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As promised, Seto dragged Yami out of bed and down to the Porsche dealership early that Saturday morning. The billionaire waltzed onto the lot and immediately began terrorizing the sales staff while Yami followed behind him like some deranged lackey, nodding whenever a question was directed at him. After a quick glance at the available vehicles and two even quicker test drives, during which Yami got crammed into the tiny back seat while Seto raced around the auto center, the taller duelist wanted a decision.

"Okay, so the 911 Turbo Cabriolet is good enough right? Or are you going to insist on the Turbo S?" Seto barked, pointing at a white car.

"Okay, Seto." He fought off a yawn.

One brow shot up. "Yami, which one?"

"That’s fine."

Seto scowled. "He’ll take the Turbo S."

"Yes, sir," said the salesman, shifting his gaze over to the bleary-eyed ex-spirit for a moment. "We’ll go get started on the paper…"

"Don’t bother with most of it. I don’t want a warranty, a loan, or any other crap. I’m buying it flat out." Seto yanked out his checkbook from his briefcase and waved it at the man, then turned to his boyfriend. "Yami… oh forget it. Just grab a seat somewhere and I’ll come get you when I’m done." He turned to follow the salesman in to the office. "This had better not take too long…"

After the two walked away, Yami went and sat down in the lobby while the detailing crew took the car away to be washed and cleaned. He managed to wake himself up enough to partake in some people watching for about 40 minutes until another customer sat down in the seat next to him.

"So… what’re you here for?" the man asked, obviously bored. He eyed Yami’s faded denim cutoffs, shortened black Ultimate Blue Eyes T-shirt, and black leather collar with some distaste, but the former Pharaoh wasn’t paying him enough attention to notice.

"Getting a… uh… I forgot. It’s white." Yami looked around the lobby for a moment. "One of those," he said, pointing at a car prominently displayed in the dealership’s front window"

The man’s eyes widened. "Damn… helluva nice car for a little kid like you. Rich daddy or something?"

Rich boyfriend. "No."

"You telling me you can afford a $140,000 car?"

It’s how much!? Great Thoth, I don’t think Jii-chan makes that much money in an entire year. "Uh, no."

The man’s eyes narrowed. "What, you’re going to steal one or something?"

"What business is it of yours anyways, asshole?" Seto snapped as he approached the waiting area. The man stood up angrily but one glare from the young CEO and he wisely decided to shut up and sit down. Seto tossed the keys at Yami. "Let’s go… I want to get this driving lesson business over with."

"Driving lesson? Right now?" The keys jangled in Yami’s palm.

"Why not? You’re awake enough aren’t you? Or are you just not up to the challenge?"

He smirked. "I’m always up for a challenge."

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It only took Seto about fifteen minutes to regret his offer of teaching Yami to drive. After he had gone through the basics with Yami and let him drive a few satisfactory laps around the auto center, they ventured out into regular traffic where the former Pharaoh demonstrated that he had no concept of the words "slow down." As soon as he figured out where the gas was, he put his foot on it and that was it.

"Fucking hell, Yami, slow down!" Seto screamed for the umpteenth time, his eyes blazing.

"Why? This is fun. Besides, you usually drive faster than this. Oh shit!" Yami jammed on the brakes to avoid a bus, then screwed up on shifting back into gear.

"I do not drive anywhere near this fast."

Yami rolled his eyes and swerved sharply to avoid a slow moving sedan in his lane. "Seto, you drive at least twice this fast."

"Will you keep your eyes on the goddamn street!? I have experience. And a thing called a license! Fuck… you just ran a red!"

"It was yellow."

"It was RED. Are you fucking color blind?!"

"Seto." Yami sighed and eased up on the gas. "Look, I’ll slow down, all right? Just stop yelling at me and stop cursing at me. You’re making me nervous."

"I’m making you nervous? I’M MAKING YOU NERVOUS?! Fine. Whatever." The taller teen scowled and crossed his arms across his chest. "I swear if you get us killed I will haunt you for the rest of eternity."

Hmmm... that might not be that bad... "Don’t worry, I think I’ve got this figured out now. So where to?"

"I don’t care."

Yami smiled. "Up for a drive in the countryside?"

Since Seto equated countryside to fewer cars and therefore a smaller probability of dying in a head-on collision with another vehicle, he agreed. So Yami followed the roads out of Domino and drove around for a good hour, choosing more and more obscure roads until the country road they were on ended in a little clearing out in the middle of nowhere.

"Great. So where are we?" Seto snorted as soon as the car came to a stop.

Yami turned off the engine and stretched his arms up over his head, then crossed his wrists behind his neck. "It’s a nice, sunny day. Absolutely gorgeous. Why not stop and enjoy the scenery?"

The older duelist looked around. "We’re out in a forest. There’s a bunch of trees. I don’t see what’s so appealing about this."

"You don’t get out much, do you Seto?" He unbuckled his seat belt.

"Don’t be stupid, Yami. When do I have time to drive around randomly out to the middle of nowhere?"

The shorter teen shook his head. "That’s sad. Sometimes you need to just get away. Mmhmm…" Yami took a good look around the clearing, then focused his gaze on Seto. "Tell me, if there’s nothing around other than trees, a few songbirds and squirrels, it doesn’t count as being in public right?" he purred, rolling his hip in his seat to face his boyfriend.

"Huh?" Seto turned his head just as Yami leaned in for a kiss made awkward by their positioning. Seto made a muffled sound of protest, but didn’t pull away as Yami parted his lips and slid his tongue into his mouth. The crimson-eyed teen took the opportunity to run his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft hair, then trembled as Seto’s hand brushed against his shoulder, then moved across his chest.

Finally they broke apart, faces flushed. Yami took in Seto’s slightly dazed expression, and quirked a smile. He’s so cute like that.

"Wha… why are you staring at me?" the taller teen finally asked.

"Because… I like looking at you."

Seto just stared at him for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Yami’s arm and attempted to pull the younger duelist into his lap. Yami nearly fell on top of the center console, but Seto steadied him at the last moment and with some effort and careful maneuvering, the crimson-eyed teen was able to extract himself from the driver’s seat and crawl onto his boyfriend’s lap.

Well, this is cozy. I wonder if he’s going to try anything, Yami wondered, prying his sneakers off and tossing them onto the floor on the driver’s side. Almost immediately afterwards Seto began nuzzling his hair and running his fingertips lightly up Yami’s bare arms. The shorter duelist grinned to himself. Mmm… that’s a nice start…

Light touching and kissing turned quickly into full-blown groping as Seto slid one hand under Yami’s shirt and the other down the front of his shorts, his breath ghosting over the shell of Yami’s ear. The shorter teen moaned and squirmed and twisted his head to give Seto better access to his neck, while sliding his own hand down to stroke the bulge jutting from between his boyfriend’s legs.

Seto bit down lightly on Yami’s neck, right above the collar. He had to admit it felt good, seeing the younger duelist reacting to his touch, his breathing uneven, his muscles tensing, his hips dry humping his thighs and groin. Too bad this won’t last, he thought angrily. "Yami, wait. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather do this in a bed?" the brunette murmured, though his hands were traitorously attempting to yank Yami’s shirt up and over his head.

Is he crazy? Like I could wait until we got home? Yami finished pulling off his own shirt, then shifted himself so that he could see the taller teen more clearly. "And what, have Noa and Mokuba follow the sound trail to the bedroom?" Seto made a face. "But you’re right about one thing; we can’t keep going for drives out to the countryside every time we want to mess around."

"Mess around? Just say it… we’re going to end up fucking each other out here in the woods. And you make it sound like we’re going to be doing it again," scoffed Seto.

Yami arched an eyebrow at him. "And… why wouldn’t we?"

A confused look momentarily flashed across Seto’s face. "I thought this was what you were after. Why would you stick around once you got what you wanted?"

Argh!!!! Please Seto, take some of your money and buy yourself a clue. "Uh… NO. By the winds of Amun, is that the type of person you think I am? Someone who would use you and then leave you?"

Seto began to shrug, then thought better of it. "I don’t know. I guess not. You still hang around that bunch of losers and they don’t do a thing for you."

"They’re my friends, Seto." He let out a tiny sigh. "Besides, you really think that I’d only want to have sex with you just this once? I’ve been wanting to jump you even when were just rivals."

"Really… hn."

Yami chuckled. "Don’t tell me… you wanted the same thing too."

"Big ego, Yami? Remember, I was too interested in kicking your ass to be looking at your ass. Never mind that until year ago it was really Yugi’s ass… sort of… ugh."

The ex-spirit laughed. "I guess I didn’t think of it that way. Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t act on my impulses back then."

"Damn straight. I don’t ever want to have sex with Yugi."

"And how about me?" Yami carefully swung his leg over Seto’s lap and sat back down in a near-straddle, his back pressing into the dashboard, then leaned forward to capture an earlobe between his teeth.

"Nnh… I’m okay… with that…"

"Okay? Just okay?" He pouted slightly and began working on unbuttoning Seto’s dove gray shirt. "You don’t want to fuck me?"

"Hn. It sounds so dirty coming from your mouth. Say it again."

Yami smiled, his fingertips brushing against a pale rosy nipple. "Don’t. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?"

Seto gasped and grabbed Yami’s chin, pulling him in for a wet kiss, thrusting his tongue into the younger teen’s mouth. Yami happily gave in to the assault, his hands working frantically over Seto’s chest, his dick twitching hard against the thin material of his boxers.

"Gah, I can’t get this shirt off you fast enough," Yami panted as soon as they separated. Seto shrugged, then seized a handful of tri-colored hair and pulled Yami back in for another French kiss while his free hand fumbled with his own KaibaCorp belt.

"Fuck the shirt. Get our pants off," he growled.

"Uhhh… ouch!" Yami rubbed the back of his head after bumping it against the metal support on top of the windshield. "Damn, I can’t get my shorts off."

"Get off my lap," the young billionaire ordered, opening the passenger side door.

Yami did a little hop as he exited the car and immediately dropped his shorts and boxers, tossing them into the back seat. But he left his socks on since he didn’t want to be standing around barefoot in the dirt. Well, Seto certainly is taking his sweet time in getting out of the car. I don’t want to stand here naked by myself. I guess he’s so distracted by my hot body that he forgot it’s his turn now. With a smirk, Yami stretched his entire body slowly like a jungle cat, watching as Seto’s eyes followed every muscle right down to his crotch. Like what you see, baby?

"Ummm…."

"Come on, it’s your turn. I want to see what you’re always hiding under those damned trench coats."

Seto snorted and got out of his seat, shedding his shirt, pants and underwear with a slight bit of hesitation. His clothing ended up draped over Yami’s, and his shoes got tossed on the floor. And he also chose to leave his socks on.

The crimson-eyed teen released in a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. By the Nile… this is the first time I’ve seen him naked. I need a camera! He couldn’t help but gawk as he admired Seto’s lean physique and the way his… Oh RA… he’s huge.

Seto shifted uncomfortably under Yami’s scrutiny. I can’t believe I’m standing naked out in the middle of the fucking boonies in broad daylight with Yami. I wish he’d stop staring at me… does he think I’m some sort of sideshow freak? "Will you stop staring at me already?"

Yami blinked and swiped at the drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. "Sorry. Couldn’t help it. You ever get a good look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Why?"

"You have an amazing body. Seriously." Seto flushed at that, clenching his hands into fists to keep them from flying out in front of his arousal.

"Whatever. It’s not like I go around stripping for people. I’ve never done this before."

Yami smiled. "Same here."

"I mean, I know that… wait… what?"

"I’ve never done this before, well... not in this body at least. And not in Yugi’s either, so don’t even ask that."

"Hn. Why’d I think you were some sort of slut?"

A slut? A SLUT?!! "I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? Did you want to date a slut?"

"No. I… guess the bondage gear and shit threw me off."

"You think my aibou's a slut too? We do dress similarly."

Seto scowled. "I don’t want think about Yugi’s sex life, okay? Fuck… that’s just… messed up." His cock reflected his distaste, drooping a little.

And oddly Yugi’s preoccupied with our sex life… hmm… Yami just shrugged. "It’s okay, I’m not that offended, I think…"

"Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t mean you’re a slut. You just dress like one. No, damn it! I mean…"

The shorter teen stepped forward and just wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. Every nerve in his body went crazy from having Seto’s erection firmly pressed into his stomach, but he managed to steady his voice enough to whisper," It’s okay. No big deal."

"Uh… so you really haven’t done this before?"

"Yes and no. But if it’s any consolation, the last person I can recall being with was you, in a sense."

Seto frowned slightly but didn’t begin his usual diatribe of how that was all malarkey and bullshit. "So… now what?"

Yami smirked and bit down on a nipple experimentally and Seto arched his back in reaction. "You certainly are sensitive, aren’t you?"

"Shut the fuck up… ahhhh…" The younger duelist rolled one perked nub between his fingers while circling the other with his tongue.

Yeah, you know you like that, baby. Yami pressed his advantage and ended up directing Seto’s bare bottom into the rear panel of the car. The brunette braced himself against the sportscar while the former Pharaoh pulled, licked, and sucked on his nipples.

"God… fuck, Yami… GAH!!" he screamed as Yami dropped one hand to encircle his erect shaft.

"You have such a nice, big cock. I’m looking forward to seeing it in action," Yami murmured, his grip tightening slightly as his boyfriend’s penis strained at the praise. "The condoms and lube are in my shorts, by the way."

Seto’s head swam from the effort of connecting his thoughts. "What?"

"Condoms and lube are in...."

"In my briefcase. In the trunk. But I didn’t bring cond… JEEESUS. Yami… annnghhh…"

At least we’re on the same page. "Do you want to use a condom?" the crimson-eyed teen asked, forcing his hands to hold still long enough for Seto to regain some coherency.

"Why should we? Unless you’re telling me I can impregnate you from shoving my nice, big cock up your…"

"OKAY. I get it. Forget the condoms. Uh… what kind of lube did you bring?"

Seto once again looked embarrassed, much to Yami’s amusement. "Ah, well, I didn’t know what to get. So I got five different types."

"I see. Probably better than what Yugi gave… uh, I mean, what I brought." Yami wrinkled his nose as Seto gave him an odd look. "Let me go pop the trunk."

"Blah blah blah. I can’t wait." Seto twisted himself and began rooting for Yami’s shorts, fishing out a tube of K-Y. "Aw, shit. I got better stuff."

Yami grinned. "In the interests of not getting torn apart, I’m going to pop the trunk, okay?"

"Hurry up," Seto snapped, stiffly wandering over to the trunk as Yami opened it. He quickly got the briefcase open and pulled out five bottles of lube. "Pick your poison."

"What’s the difference between these?"

"Oh, fuck it." The brunette just grabbed a random bottle and shut the briefcase and trunk. "So are you just going to bend over the trunk or what? Or you going to fellate me first?"

Wow, what a romantic, he thought dryly. "Uhhh… where are you getting this stuff from?"

"The lube? Internet."

Yami let out a short laugh. "No, I meant… you didn’t learn about sex from watching TV, did you?"

A brow went up, then slammed together with its sibling. "Internet."

"Really?"

"I didn’t exactly get a birds and bees talk from that bastard Gozaburo you know," the taller teen snarled.

Yami winced, but thought better of apologizing. "Well there’s really only one way to learn I suppose."

"Whatever. At the rate we’re going I’m going to be 50 before I lose my virginity, so why don’t you shut up and just do something already?"

A crimson eye winked and Yami smoothly dropped to his knees, licking his lips in preparation for the hard-on that was practically poking him in the eye. Seto glanced down with open curiosity in his eyes as Yami parted his lips and surrounded the swollen head with his hot mouth.

"Ah… shiiiiiit…," Seto moaned as the ex-spirit began to steadily suck him off. Yami’s jaws strained as he tried to take Seto in as deep as possible, his tongue sliding over the slit to lap up the pre-cum leaking out. "Fuck… I’m going to come if you keep this up."

Yami chuckled mildly around the cock in his mouth, and he reluctantly pulled back. "Not yet. Not until I get to go for a little ride. Hmm… the car’s too small though." Yami slammed the door shut and then leaned himself across the window opening. "That might work. Yes…" He lifted himself on his toes, bracing his hands under his sternum, and wiggled his ass enticingly. "Lube me up."

Seto swallowed hard and drizzled some slick on his fingers, then stroked some onto his bobbing erection as well. "How much of this stuff do I use?"

"More the merrier. But don’t go completely nuts or else I’ll just slide right out of your grip," Yami joked.

"Hn." He squirted a little more lube on his fingers, then closed the bottle and tossed it in the backseat. Then hesitantly, he stroked a moist finger down the cleft of Yami’s buttocks, probing at the puckered entrance. "You’re sure about this?"

"Yes."

The finger poked and wiggled, sliding in with greater ease than Seto expected. It’s warm… really warm, and tight. Slowly he began to move that lone digit around and Yami’s muscles relaxed around it. "You okay?"

"Mmm… yeah… You can try adding a second one."

"Right." He slid his middle finger in next, moving the pair in a circular motion, then scissoring them slightly, and finally pushing them in and out, watching with fascination as they disappeared deep into Yami’s moist hole only to reappear a moment later. Yami cried out and trembled as Seto’s fingers rubbed against his prostate, which only made the brunette that much more eager. Without further prompting, he added a third finger and pumped his hand against the smaller teen, eliciting more yelps of pleasure.

"Please, take me. Just do it." Yami finally moaned, every muscle in his body quivering in anticipation. The fingers slowly slid out and Seto grasped the slim hips from behind.

This is it. This is really it, thought Seto. He had no idea why he was nervous. Yami had already assured him that he wasn’t interested in a fling. He’s not going to just get up and leave. We’re going to do this again, he told himself angrily. And I’m going to restrain myself, take it slowly… I’m not going to hurt him, or else he’ll change his mind.

The taller duelist pressed the tip of his arousal against the small opening. Oh my God… there’s no way I’m going to fit, he told himself in a panic, even as Yami spread his legs further apart. How the fuck do people do this in real life?

"It’s okay… do it. Just take it slow," the crimson-eyed teen whispered, and then he hissed suddenly as he was penetrated, his asshole stretching to accommodate the head of Seto’s cock.

"Are you okay?" Seto’s distress was evident in his voice.

"Yeah. Nngh. Been 3,000 years. Go slow… I promise it’ll fit." But despite the discomfort, Yami was more than warmed by his boyfriend’s obvious concern. Not only was he being gentle, but he was also showing incredible patience, which just seemed terribly out of character for a guy who usually rushed into everything with reckless abandon. I don’t think I could have restrained myself like this if I had my cock half-buried in his ass.

"All right." He pushed in a little more, every little bit of progress giving him a jolt of excitement as well as fear, but after what seemed to be an eternity, he did manage to squeeze himself all the way in. Damn! This must really hurt.

Yami reveled in the fullness, the pressure, his body already relaxing itself around the intrusion. He dropped one hand down and wrapped his fingers around his own throbbing dick. "You can start moving, Seto, whenever you’re ready. Mmm… you don’t know how incredible this feels." He gave his own shaft a few tugs, then paused. I don’t want to come too soon… but I’m not going to be able to hold out for long once he gets going.

"Uh, yeah." He felt… overwhelmed. What am I doing? I have my dick crammed up Yami’s ass. We’re in the middle of nowhere. What if I hurt him? What if I don’t live up to his expectations?

"Seto. Seto Kaiba! Kai… ahhh… baby…"

"What?!" he barked in irritation, but just the sound of his name got his hips in motion, and before he was even aware of it, he was thrusting away.

"Ah!! More… ahh ohhmmm…" Yami moaned incoherently, his hand fervently jerking up and down on his own hard shaft.

Fuck! This is incredible! I can’t believe how good this feels, how right… "Yami, damn… sh… iiiit…" His voice trailed off as the slapping of flesh against flesh grew louder.

"Come on, harder… that’s it, mmeaahhh… it’s so good, so good… I’ve waited so long for this!"

Encouraged by Yami's words, Seto picked up the pace, slamming into Yami with even more vigor. "Take it! Fuck… I can’t believe how hot you are… I’m going to fuckin’ explode."

Yami howled and rocked his hips back hard over and over again, the pressure against his prostate causing fireworks to go off in his head. "I’m going to come. I can’t hold it! Aggh! Seto… Set… Kai… baby!" he screamed as his dick jerked, shooting off its load all over the shiny exterior of his new car, his muscles clenching around Seto’s shaft.

"Shit! I can’t hold out… much longer!" Seto cried out, pounding even harder into the trembling, sweaty body before him. He threw his head back as a torrent of physical and emotional sensations assaulted him, his eyes rolling back from the sheer volume and force of it all. Yami shuddered as Seto came deep within him, his thrusts becoming uneven as he wrung out every last drop, filling the younger duelist with his hot essence.

Yami panted as Seto’s body slumped against his, pressing him even harder against the car door, rapidly cooling droplets of cum sticking to his thigh. "That… that was the most… incredible thing… ever. Seto…"

The brunette rolled off his lover with some effort, and propped himself up against the car while he tried to regain his bearings. "Shit, I thought you were going to squeeze my dick off when you came."

Yami chuckled tiredly, swiping at the spooge on the Porsche. Oooops… at least it’ll wash off. "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"I’d like to keep my dick thank you. How else am I supposed to fuck you again?"

The younger duelist smiled at the word "again." At least he understands that now… I never intended for this to be a one-time thing. "True, very true…"

"So what was with the ‘baby’ and all that shit?"

"Baby?"

"You called me baby. Kai-baby, actually. Twice."

"Oh." I did? Yami thought about it. "Yeah, well, you’re my Kaiba baby…"

"I’m not your anything," the older teen snarled, his cheeks reddening slightly.

Yami grinned. "Kai-baby. I like that. Can I call you that from now on?"

"You’re fucking kidding me. NO."

The crimson-eyed teen bumped his shoulder against Seto’s arm. "Or else…?"

Blue eyes narrowed. "How would you like it if I called you some stupid pet name, like… like… Yami-kins?"

"You can call me Yami-kins, Kai-baby," Yami purred. "Whatever you’d like."

"I’d like you to not call me that," Seto bit out, but when Yami began to pout, he relented. "Fine, just don’t call me that in public, okay? Damn it." He turned and began rooting through the clothing in the back seat.

Yes! But Yami’s celebration was cut short when Seto tossed something in the air at him. His hand snapped up to catch it, and he immediately recognized it as the bottle of lubricant. "Kai-baby?" Is he thinking what I’m hoping he’s thinking?

The taller teen didn’t bother turning back around, bracing himself against the back half of the Porsche instead. "Well, it’s your turn to fuck me now."

Yami’s fingers clenched around the bottle. "Is that what you want?"

Seto shrugged. "You let me screw you, so now I guess it’s your turn."

The shorter duelist’s jaw dropped slightly in astonishment. "No… Seto, I would love to top you BUT I won’t do it just to fulfill some misguided sense of obligation. I ‘let’ you… ‘fuck’ me because I wanted it. Because I wanted you. Not because I was expecting for you to return the favor."

Seto’s straightened up and spun around. His brows knit together and his eyes grew dark with indignation. "Fine, whatever! Fuck you, Yami!"

The younger teen wondered if he could have chosen a more exasperating lover. Is it really possible to be so smart and so dumb at the same time? Apparently after he had uttered the word "no" his boyfriend’s brain had turned itself off. "Baby, you’re not listening to me. Yes, I want to screw you senseless; I want to see you pinned underneath me and screaming my name. But I’m NOT going to do any of that unless that is what you want. So I’m going to ask you again… is that what you want?"

"Yes! No. I don’t know! Why do you have to be so difficult?" he yelled, but his anger seemed to be dissipating already.

Yami just smiled slightly in response. Why do YOU have to be so difficult? "Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer next time, if you are still willing."

"Hmph. What makes you think I’d let you in the future?"

"If you don’t want to, then don’t. Simple." He took a hold of Seto’s hand and guided it around his shoulder, then encircled the brunette’s narrow waist with his own arms.

"Er… yeah, well, fine. Shut up." But Seto pulled him in close anyways.

Yami tilted his chin to gaze up at his lover, and suddenly he was bombarded by images…

…a delicate hand sweeping through his hair …naked bodies hot and fevered even in the shade … a tall, lithe figure with eyes as blue as the Nile and as clear as the sky gazed back, framed by fine hair the color of exotic, earthy spices...

The ex-spirit gasped and felt himself pulling back, but the brunette curled his hand into the spikes of his hair. Then his lips parted and he pulled Yami in for a kiss so amazing that it stole their breaths away…

Yami reeled from disorientation as soon as his lover’s lips left his. "Nnnh…?"

Seto’s brow furrowed. "What was that?"

Crimson eyes widened. "You… you saw it too?"

"I thought… it looked like you, but…" A slight frown tugged at his lips. "What the fuck was that? A hallucination? Do people normally hallucinate after sex?"

"That was my dream, of Egypt. Now do you believe me?"

"A dream… your dream?" The frown deepened.

"Yes. And don’t start getting mad about it again. If you see it the way I do, there’s no reason to be jealous."

Seto’s arms tightened possessively around his shorter lover. "Who said I was jealous?"

"Kai-baby…"

The young billionaire drew Yami in, their legs tangling together. He buried his face into the thick spikes and breathed in the sweet scent. "I just... I don’t want to be just another memory for you," he whispered, his voice so deep that Yami could barely hear him.

You won’t be, because I’m not losing you again after all this time. "I won’t leave you," he murmured against the pale chest, his fingers splaying over his lover’s heart. I promise.

They held each other tightly for what could have been a minute or an eternity, but Seto finally reluctantly loosened his grip on his boyfriend. "We… should go now, I guess."

"Mmhmm. And Seto?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for the car, and the driving lesson… and for the best gift of all."

"Hn." Seto smiled awkwardly and reached for his shirt. "You’re… welcome. It was worth it."

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"So, what did Seto want?" Mokuba asked as Noa walked back into their bedroom.

"He said something about staying out of the garage; he and Yami are going to be waxing the Porsche."

"Waxing the Porsche?" Mokuba wrinkled his nose. "That was the best euphemism he could come up with? Why not ‘lube the chassis’ or something like that?"

Noa just shrugged. "If they’re screwing around in the garage, I don’t really want to know."

"Damn. I hope they remember to wipe the seats off at least."

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~ OWARI ~

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Author’s Notes:

• The sex scene itself was originally supposed to take place inside the car, however there was really no feasible way for these two to have sex in the car… it’s just too small. Just too much head banging, knee smashing, etc. And the "backseats" of this car are teeny, plus there’s a raised divider between the seats.

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June 30, 2005