Title: More Than Words – Ch. 4: Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy
Rating: R / NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Yami
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Alcatraz Duel Tower
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. "Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy" is performed and recorded by Mr. Big. "More Than Words" is performed and recorded by Extreme. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Prequel to "The Boys of Summer" (but can stand alone). The end of the evening holds even more surprises.
Status: 4 / 4
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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More Than Words
Chapter 4: Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy
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When your body needs salvation
I'll be your tender touch
I'll take all the love you give me
And give you twice as much
When we get undercover
And do the horizontal mile
I'm in the mood to answer to your call of the wild
Everything you're looking for
You can find in me
I'll be anything you want
Anyone you need
Everything you're looking for
Anything that you want and more
I'll be your daddy, you brother, your lover and your little boy
- "Daddy, Brother, Lover, Little Boy," Mr. Big
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Yami cupped Seto’s cheek and lifted his chin for a long, languorous kiss, gently pressing his tongue against the brunette’s lips until he responded by parting them slightly. They both moaned as their tongues flickered and twisted together, parting only when they were running low on oxygen.
I’m yours, Kai-baby. I always have been and always will be. Yami moaned anew as Seto lowered his head and began lapping up the shimmery champagne powder from his chest, unbuttoning the expensive shirt to nuzzle at his nipples playfully. While Yami ran his fingers through Seto’s hair, the billionaire latched onto a nipple with his teeth, gently tugging it until it hardened into a tight knot, then soothing it with his lips as if apologizing before nipping at it with his teeth again. He gave his attention to each one in turn, then ran his tongue all over the smooth exposed skin in between.
Yami trembled and cried out his lover’s name like a mantra as the brunette threw Yami’s right leg over his shoulder, then began working on unzipping his trousers. He pulled furiously on the ex-spirit’s exposed silk boxers, revealing Yami’s twitching cock, and dove in eagerly, taking him in his mouth and sucking in earnest. To Seto’s delight, Yami immediately responded by arching his back and helplessly thrusting his hips forward towards the source of his pleasure. With a silent chuckle, he reached up with one hand and resumed toying with his boyfriend’s sensitive nipples while cupping and stroking Yami's scrotum with the other. The young billionaire knew from experience that his lover wouldn’t last long under such an assault, and he was right. The shorter duelist only lasted for a few minutes before his entire body grew rigid, hips rising up one more time, and warm, slick fluid flooded Seto’s mouth.
He wasn’t normally one to swallow, but under the circumstances it was by far the most attractive option. In a way, it reminded him of the oysters they had shared during dinner, and he haphazardly wondered if Yami's come was an aphrodisiac as well. Seto finished up and smirked, licking a few stray droplets from the corner of his mouth. He looked up to see Yami breathing heavily, still winding down, so wanton that the taller teen could hardly wait to take him. His lover’s crimson eyes were glazed over, his lips swollen and wet, his shirt opened and legs spread, his dick hanging limply against a whisper of damp pubes and silk fabric. "Yami… I want to fuck you now," he growled.
Yami’s mouth opened and shut a few times as he tried to get his bearings. Slowly, he focused on his lover. "Baby, I want you. Do it. Make me yours."
Seto’s eyes darkened and he possessively yanked Yami off the seat, lowering him down on to the floor in the middle of the limo, pushing roses out of the way while crushing others under Yami’s back. The shorter teen hissed in pain and jerked up off his back. "What’s wrong?" Seto asked, sounding almost angry.
"Ow… shoulder." Yami reached back and lightly touched the protective pad over his new tattoo. He really needed to stop bumping it into things.
The brunette frowned at him momentarily, then grabbed his arm and hauled him to the seat nearest the front of the limo. More bouquets went flying as Seto rapidly cleared off a spot, then Yami was pushed onto the seat on his hands and knees. "I’ll just take you from behind then," Seto announced brusquely. He yanked out a sachet of lube from his pocket and tore it open with his teeth, and hurriedly squirting it all over his fingers, pushing in two fingers at the first go.
Yami cried out and bucked at the sudden intrusion as Seto fucked him hard with his fingers. He reached out and clawed the seat, running his fingers up the wall, palm finally smacking into the privacy partition.
In the driver’s seat, Isono nearly jumped as Yami’s hand thumped onto the glass, followed by another two thuds as his forehead and other hand joined the first. I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know… why me? They always do this to me! He found himself reaching for the radio in a big hurry.
Not having the patience to bother with stripping all the way, Seto pushed down his boyfriend’s pants as far as they would go, then threw his tie over his shoulder and undid his own pants just enough to free his throbbing hard-on.
"Tell me you want me," he hissed as he worked lube up and down his shaft, concentrating on the swollen head. "Tell me!" he yelled as he tossed the empty lube packet away.
"Seto! Seto… Kai-baby!! Hnngh… I want… I need you. I need you so much! Do it!" Yami screamed as Seto pushed his dripping cock up against Yami's rear passage. The younger teen let out an inarticulate cry as his lover impaled him in one hard thrust, then began pounding him hard in a punishing rhythm, pulling back and slamming into him over and over again. Yami howled as euphoria overtook pain, and he had to brace himself harder against the glass as Seto’s thrusts forced him right into the partition.
Seto snarled like a wild animal. Consumed with a driving need to possess Yami, he felt each of his senses more acutely than he ever had before. He only had eyes for Yami’s lithe body shaking before him, skin still faintly sparkling with traces of the champagne powder. He could only hear his lover’s moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the steady thrum of the motor and the road beneath them. In his mouth, Yami’s unique flavor and the sugary flavored of the powder mixed and lingered on his tongue, and his nostrils tingled with the heady fragrance of roses and faint scent of sweet champagne. And everywhere, rose petals brushed against his sensitive skin, nearly driving him out of his mind.
"I can’t get enough of you, I’ll never get enough of you," he roared as every muscle in his body tensed up. The walls of Yami’s passage clamped down reflexively on him.
"Ah! Baby… harder! I’m yours!" Yami cried back. I love you, love you… you don’t know how much...
You’re mine, damn it! I’ll never let you go! "Look at me, damn you!" Yami weakly twisted his head to the side and opened a crimson eye, glowing so brightly with passion it was as if he were on fire.
"Kai… Kai-baby!" he whimpered. Seto’s eyes were hard with rage. He had never been so rough before, but Yami understood why. He knew his lover was facing his fears in the only way he knew… with aggression.
Yami's eyes… they’re the color of the roses, but they’re smouldering. His hair's like flames too… everything’s on fire, burning… "You’re so hot! Gah! Fuck… so tight! I’m going to… come, hard!" And he did, his vision filling with fireworks, every inch of his body throbbing and jerking as he filled his lover with his essence. "Yami! God… Yami!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
"Baby!" Yami screamed.
He must have come so hard that he blacked out, because next thing he knew, he was lying on his left side upon a bed of roses, his head resting on a towel on Yami’s bare lap. The ex-spirit was humming softly to himself, petting his hair as they sat atop the roses together. "Uhm…"
"Seto." Yami looked down with relief plainly visible in his crimson eyes. "You hit your head on the ceiling, Baby."
"I did?" Well, isn’t that embarrassing. "How long…"
"Just a few minutes. Maybe you should consider padding the ceiling…"
Seto rolled partially onto his back, looking up. "Yami, it is padded."
The shorter duelist snorted. "Not around the light fixtures, apparently. And that’s precisely what you slammed your head into, Kai-baby." Yami chuckled softly.
"Shit. How… humiliating." But a smile played around his lips. "At least I managed to amuse you."
"Amuse… you managed to worry me! I thought you might have brain damage or something. Tell me, do you feel any dumber?"
"I do now," he mumbled, causing Yami to burst into laughter.
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Isono nearly jumped again when his phone began to ring. He turned down the radio and picked up the call. "This is Isono."
"It’s Mokuba. Where are you?"
"Uh… I’ve been driving around in circles for the last hour or so."
"Oh for crying ou... Yugi, shut up! It's not that funny. Isono, did you give them the envelope yet?"
"No, I…" Beep. "Hold on, Mokuba. Yes, Mr. Kaiba?"
"We can head home now," Seto said slowly, Yami still tittering in the background.
"Yes sir." The bodyguard turned off the com and returned to his phone call, "Mokuba…"
"I heard him. Now’s a good time… give it to them."
Isono sighed and picked up the packet that Mokuba had hidden in the glove compartment. Hitting the com button again, he said, "Mr. Kaiba sir, my apologies for interrupting… I have something I need to give you. From your brothers."
A few moments passed, then the glass partition slid down a bit. Blue and crimson eyes peered through the opening. "What is it?" Seto asked. Isono handed him the envelope and after a moment, the partition slid back up.
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"So what is it?" asked Yami as he finished zipping his pants back up, tossing aside the towel they had to used to clean up after themselves.
Seto began reading the note, his brows lifting in surprise, then silently handed over the entire packet. Yami read the scribbled note that was taped on top.
Dear Kaiba and Yami,
We all hope everything went well today. As a final surprise, we decided you guys really needed to celebrate properly, so we’re sending the two of you on a honeymoon :). You’ll be heading to a little beach town called Laguna Beach in California for one week. All the information you need is inside this envelope. I hope this is okay with both of you… it kinda was my idea, but we all thought you both needed to get away for a while. And yes, I know Kaiba needs to wrap up matters at work, so you’ll be leaving at the beginning of next month.
Lots of love,
And below Yugi’s messaged were well-wishes and signatures from all of Yugi-tachi, plus Isono, Nozaka and Sugoroku, and even facsimiles from Ishizu and Rishid in Egypt and the Hopkins and Pegasus Crawford in America. Jou had even signed his message with "Katsuya ‘the Mutt’ Jounouchi."
"Wow. I… This is incredible. Can you believe they did this for us, Kai-baby?" Yami sat down on Seto’s lap and peered into the envelope, which had been stuffed with tickets, maps and travel brochures, then looked over at his lover, who was now starting blankly out the window, his chin resting on his hand. "Kai-baby?"
"Hn." His eyes were dark in thought.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No." A hand gently came to rest on Yami’s hip.
The crimson-eyed teen frowned a little. "Does your head hurt? Seto?"
Yami’s frown deepened. Seto had unexpectedly become distracted. Perhaps it was Yugi’s wording of "honeymoon" that was throwing the brunette off. He had been having commitment issues throughout the day, and it wasn’t like they were married anyways. Or perhaps it was the fact that so many people knew about their relationship? But Seto had said he was tired of hiding. Maybe he just didn’t have time to go on vacation? Once again, Yami had lost Seto’s train of thought. "Did you… not want to go?" he asked, fingering the nameplate on his collar.
Seto’s only response was to slide his hand down Yami’s thigh in a petting motion. Baffled, the younger duelist was unsure of what to do as the limo pulled into the driveway and stopped under the porte-cochere, but as soon as Isono came around and opened the door, Seto quickly slid out and began heading up the stairs two at a time. Yami was quick to follow, running up the stairs and catching up to the taller duelist right as he reached the loggia, where Mokuba, Noa and Yugi stood waiting.
"Hi! So how did it go?" was Mokuba’s immediate wide-eyed query, but Seto looked right past him to Yugi.
The violet-eyed teen stared back impassively. My God, could they make it more obvious that they just had sex? Yugi wondered, wrinkling his nose a bit. Both older teens looked a bit rumpled and Yami had leaves in his hair. I feel sorry for whoever has to clean out that limo. But at least they remember to put their pants back on and… whoa! Yami’s collar has Kaiba’s name on it! And Kaiba’s belt…
Then Seto suddenly stepped right in front of Yugi, disrupting the younger teen’s thoughts. Yugi looked up just as the brunette bent down and swept him into a quick hug. Everyone’s jaws dropped.
"That’s a pretty enthusiastic response for a couple of plane tickets," said Yami, grinning, once he had gotten over his surprise.
Seto straightened back up. "It was more than just the tickets, Yami." He turned back to Yugi and softened his voice. "Thank you for speaking with me last week, Yugi. I appreciated it. However… I could have done with a little less interference today."
"Oh, you’re welcome! I was more than happy to help. But about today…" Yugi began, but Yami gently cut him off.
"Kai-baby - the clothes, the trip to the salon, and the roses… even the cake and Malik’s ‘surprise’… I knew about them. All of Yugi-tachi made suggestions and offered to help out, so how could I resist? I thought it was nice that they all cared so much to give me their input. It was even Nozaka’s suggestion that we plant notes at your office, since she knew you couldn’t resist stopping by there during the day. So when you assumed it was just Yugi-tachi interfering… I just played along. I didn’t think things would get so hectic." Yami smiled apologetically, then added in, "But I swear I didn’t have anything to do with the pink frosting on the cake… I thought the girls were kidding! And I have no idea what Malik was thinking."
Yugi burst into peals of laughter. "Oh no… it really was pink? I’m so sorry!! If I knew… geez! And what did Malik and Bakura end up getting you guys anyways? They wouldn't say."
Glow-in-the-dark condoms, some sort of flavored body powder which we used up, a chocolate dick and a vibrating gummy dong with no battery, Yami told him dryly through their mind link. Yugi only laughed harder, tears coming to his eyes.
"Wait a sec… What’s so funny? What did Malik get you guys?" Mokuba asked.
Yugi choked out something which sounded like, "I’ll tell you both when you’re older." Noa shrugged at his little brother and Yami gave all three of them an impish grin.
Meanwhile, Seto just stared at his crimson-eyed lover, floored. Now that he thought about it, everything had been customized and timed too perfectly … he should have known that Yami had a hand in all the day’s events. "What about… the vacation?" he wondered aloud.
Yami’s grin widened. "That I didn’t know about."
Yugi wiped tears from his eyes and beamed brightly. "Well, we couldn’t tell you everything, Yami. That was our surprise to both of you. And by the way, nice collar." He threw his other half a sly wink.
Mokuba blinked and took a closer look. "Nii-sama, did you give that to Yami?"
"Mokuba, look at Seto’s belt too!" Noa interrupted, pointing out the buckle on Seto’s belt.
The faintest blush spread over Seto’s cheeks. "These were my gifts to Yami, yes." Yami took a step over and proudly wrapped an arm around Seto’s waist while Yugi nodded in approval.
"Speaking of gifts and surprises…" Mokuba caught Seto’s eye, and smiled. "Let’s see the tattoos."
"Yami first," Seto decided. The ex-spirit nodded his assent. "And let’s take this inside."
Yami hadn’t re-buttoned his shirt after the ride in the limo, so by the time they all entered the foyer he had already shrugged it off. His left shoulder blade was still covered with a plastic and gauze pad and medical tape. "Who wants to do the honors? Aibou?"
"Sure." Yugi cautiously pulled the tape off the edge of the pad, then slowly peeled it back.
"Well?" Yami strained to see over his own shoulder, but he could just barely see the top of the inked design. "What do you think?"
Yugi smiled. "Boo-Boo did a really, really nice job."
"Wow, Yami, it looks great!" Mokuba enthused. "It looks just like the original."
"I agree," Seto said simply, removing his tie and laying it on a bench.
Noa turned to his big brother. "Let’s see yours, Nii-sama."
Seto chuckled. "In a second. You want to do the honors?" He unbuttoned his shirt enough so that he could slip it off his right shoulder, then crouched down so that Noa could reach. As the green-haired teen uncovered the tattoo, he gasped, causing Yugi and Yami to both jerk their heads up in surprise.
Yugi found his voice first. "What? That’s…"
"… the Dark Magician?! But… when…"
Seto turned and gave the two spiky-haired teens a slight smirk, for in front of the Blue Eyes White Dragon on his back, the Dark Magician floated, clutching his staff protectively with one hand as he guarded the dragon behind him while reassuring the beast with the other. And this particular rendition of Yami’s most cherished monster had crimson eyes…
Noa turned to his little brother. "Was this the little surprise you were talking about, Otouto?"
The black-haired teen nodded knowingly. "It’s perfect, isn’t it? I called Pegasus and had him paint the Dark Magician into the Blue Eyes design after we got the first version from him. I wasn’t sure if I explained it to him right, but… I think he knew what it was that I was asking for. And then I had him send it directly to the tattoo parlor so that when Yami and Nii-sama went in, the tattoo artist could offer it as an option. I thought… I knew Nii-sama would see the significance of it. But I see he chose to make one small change as well." He grinned at Seto.
"You’re a little too insightful sometimes," said Seto, amused. He ruffled his brother’s hair affectionately. "But yes, I did ask the artist to change the eye color. I thought it was appropriate… in more ways than one." He glanced over at Yami, who still had his mouth open in shock. "Well, what do you…"
The ex-spirit practically tackled him, knocking the tall brunette a step back. "It’s perfect… no, it’s beyond perfect. Thank you," he whispered in between feathery kisses, his hands clutching at Seto's shirt. Seto responded by grabbing his ass.
"Ahem, the bedroom is upstairs," someone said, followed by a few giggles.
"I know that," Seto snapped, though he didn’t bother detaching his hands from where they had wandered.
Yami smiled briefly at Seto, then turned to the assembled trio of co-conspirators with a smirk. "I have a better idea. Boys, go to bed. Yugi, go home… or at least go to your room. Kai-baby, on the sofa NOW."
"YAMI!!" the trio yelled, immediately scurrying for the staircase.
Seto only laughed as Yami tugged him into the living room. "That was mean."
"Perhaps… But I meant it, every word of it." He pushed the unresisting brunette onto the sofa and rested his forehead on Seto’s, staring deep into sapphire eyes. Happy anniversary, Kai-baby. I love you… forever.
Seto gazed back into Yami’s intense crimson pools as a soft smile graced his lips. "I know, Yami, I know."
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Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me
’Cos I’d already know
- "More Than Words," Extreme
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~ OWARI ~
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Additional Author’s Notes (regarding how this chapter came up):
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May 31, 2005