Title: Summer of ‘69
Rating: R / NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Yami (sorta… LOL)
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. The Fantastic Plastic Machine is a film by Eric and Lowell Blum. "I’m Already There" is performed and recorded by Lonestar. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: "We may be a thousand miles apart, But I'll be with you wherever you are"
Status: 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.
Setup for this fic:
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Summer of '69
Prologue 1: The Fantastic Plastic Machine
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He got back on the phone
Said I really miss you darling
Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
Wish I was in your arms
Lying right there beside you
But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
And I'll gently kiss your lips
Touch you with my fingertips
So turn out the light and close your eyes
I'm already there
Don't make a sound
I'm the beat in your heart
I'm the moonlight shining down
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
We may be a thousand miles apart
But I'll be with you wherever you are
- "I’m Already There," Lonestar
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… 7:56. Damn it.
For what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, Seto fought off a yawn and struggled to keep his attention trained on the paperwork before him. It wasn’t 8:00 AM yet. Not yet time for a much needed break. The workday had already begun; he needed to focus. It was unacceptable to be nodding off even if he had only gotten four hours of sleep in the past two days. Being tired was no excuse… they were SO close to the theme park’s opening. And there was still so much that needed to be done: press conferences, meetings with Engineering, IT, and Human Resources… Everything and everyone needed his input, his approval. His guidance. It was irritating at times. Wasn’t it obvious that the color of cotton candy sold at snack stands ought to be blue and that the company’s logo ought to be printed on drink cups? Why’d they have to bother him with that sort of thing?
Sometimes he just wanted to say, "Fuck it," and walk out of the office, get on a plane, and go home. It sucked working alone, abroad. He missed his family terribly. He didn’t think it’d be so bad. Once upon a time, he would have lied to himself, told himself that it was no big deal, that he ought to get used to it because he was a loner, that he didn't need anyone. But he couldn’t do that anymore, because he had Yami now. However, in a way, accepting the truth was what was giving him the strength and resolve to continue on, to not walk out of the office and abandon the project. Because he wasn’t doing this for himself. Because he was doing this to ensure that the dream he had… that their dreams, would come true. This new theme park would be enjoyed by millions. And its success would bolster his company even more, guaranteeing a secure future for his whole family.
Of course, he could have flown them out to join him now that school was out for the summer. That had been extremely tempting. But with the grand opening right around the corner, he knew he just wouldn’t have the time to spend with his lover or his brothers. Besides, he knew how Yami was… Mokuba too. They’d tell him that sleeping at his desk or on the sofa in his office was unacceptable, that a protein bar for lunch and a few unappetizing slices of cold pizza snagged late in the evening from Marketing wasn’t healthy. He didn’t want them to worry about him or his health. He didn’t even want to think about it himself. Just get the job done, and deal with the consequences later.
As it was, it had been hard enough to even find time to call home via KC’s video conferencing system, but they had managed to agree to a schedule with two 15 minute calls a day, once in the afternoon Domino time for Mokuba, Noa and Yami, and once late in the evening for Yami only. It was better than nothing. It would have to suffice for the next two weeks.
God. He wanted to be home. He wanted to be able to talk to his brothers without a web cam and 5,000 miles of ocean between them. He wanted to curl up with Yami and hold him and just know what he was thinking or how he was feeling without either of them having to say a word. He really missed that. It was near impossible to mind link over such a great distance, no matter how strong their bond. Occasionally they did manage to get the link to work, for strangely enough, intense sexual pleasure seemed to cause it to "flare up," but otherwise, the connection was weak at best. It was like trying to talk through a faulty phone line. It was driving them both nuts.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he had missed Yami’s birthday. Oh sure, he could have bought him almost anything, but he wasn’t going to be there to celebrate it. And he knew that’s what Yami really wanted. So after having gotten some unsolicited advice from Yugi and Valon, he had decided on something that would at least give Yami a tangible reminder of him: a navel piercing. It had been Valon’s suggestion. He had almost discarded it outright, thinking it too strange but… there was something really… sexy about it. And it did suit Yami’s wild dress and unique personality. Still, he hadn’t given it serious consideration until he unexpectedly nodded off at his desk one morning to the sound of Yami’s voice, and ended up dreaming about lying with the Pharaoh on sheets of linen while gently toying with his gold navel ring. That plus some quick online research afterwards on piercings and ancient Egypt made up his mind for him.
So he had placed a jewelry order that afternoon, and wrote up a note of explanation to go along with it. Yami wouldn’t be able to wear the custom titanium and sapphire Blue Eyes White Dragon barbell until the hole had healed, but that was okay. At least he had thought of having their initials engraved on one of the balls of the starter ring…
Oh hell, it wasn’t like he was going to get anything done in the next… 1 minute and 37 seconds. So he was a teeny bit early. Sometimes it took a while for the conferencing software to connect anyway, so it was reasonable to want to start it up now instead of waiting. Plus, he was willing to make an exception since today was…
"Hi Seto. Happy anniversary!"
The brunette quickly blinked the sleep out of his eyes, lifted his chin and smiled into the web cam. "Hi Yami."
The crimson-eyed man on the other end smiled in return, and shifted himself on the bed a little. Yami had the laptop resting on the mattress between his legs, giving Seto a pretty clear view of the little trunk cut boxer briefs he was wearing beneath a light robe which had been left open and unbelted. His new piercing, only days old, glittered in the dimmed lights of the room. If he was trying to look enticing, he certainly was succeeding.
"Wow, it’s not even midnight yet. So how are you doing?" Yami asked, watching as Seto’s eyes traced the red topstitching on the navy briefs from the waistband to where the decorative lines converged, right under Yami’s balls. "Baby?" Yami’s dick twitched slightly as he leaned forward to peer at the screen.
Seto bit down lightly on his lip. "…Yeah?"
Yami grinned and carefully rearranged his robe so that it draped over his lap. Down boy. "How are you doing?" he repeated.
Seto reluctantly shifted his gaze to the seemingly endless pile of papers in his inbox. "I think my faxes are reproducing as we speak."
"Heh. But… how are you? You look tired." He tentatively reached out to the image of his boyfriend on the screen, tracing the outline of his face with a fingertip.
"I’m fine," Seto answered a bit too quickly. Another yawn threatened to slip out. "You?"
Yami frowned slightly, but didn’t challenge his lover on his assertion. It was obvious that Seto wasn’t getting enough rest. It was obvious that he wasn’t eating enough. But there wasn’t much he could do about it from across the ocean, and harping on Seto just added to his stress, so Yami let the matter drop. Besides, he didn’t want to waste their daily video conferencing session on an argument, especially not today of all days. There were much better things they could be doing with their time. So instead, he said, "I got your package this afternoon. Your timing is impeccable as always."
"I sent you something too, but I guess you won’t be getting it until later in the day," Yami teased, thinking of the "naughty or nice" gift set he had created, which included a black twill straitjacket and spreader bar with ankle cuffs, as well as massage candles, chocolate body paint pens, and a playful book of "sex checks" which Seto could redeem later at his leisure. True, Seto wouldn’t be able to use any of those things while he was there alone, but it would make for a spectacular reunion. And it didn’t hurt to stock up on playthings for use in the condo since they certainly weren’t going to be carting their arsenal back and forth every time they stayed there.
"Did you open it yet?"
Yami gave Seto a thin smile and reached behind himself to fetch something, then waved the item in front of the web cam. "Yes, nothing says I’m thinking of you like the gift of a glow-in-the-dark vibrating dildo made from a mold of your boyfriend’s penis." How funny that they were both so horny that all they could think about getting each other were sex toys.
"I got you a whole box of toys, and that’s all you noticed?"
"Oh, I like the rest of the stuff too. But this caught my eye. And I have an eye for the very best."
"Nothing but the best for you, hmm?" Seto asked rather smugly, though he honestly he wished he could have done better, been more creative… Mostly he wished he had the time to devote to shopping, but time was something that he just didn’t have enough of anymore.
The younger man held the toy horizontally and ran his fingers over the realistic ridges. Just touching it made him hard, even if it was only a lifeless piece of rubber or plastic or whatever. "It really is amazingly accurate in detail. Too bad it doesn’t compare to the real thing."
Seto snorted. "Couldn’t wait to give it a whirl eh?"
Yami’s expression softened a little in fondness. "Not yet. But I don’t have to to know it won’t come close."
Seto faltered. "I’m sorry, it was the best I could do…" he said tersely.
"Don’t, Seto. It’s all right..."
"I feel terrible. I’ll make this up to you, somehow…"
"Kai-baby…" Yami cajoled, mentally cursing his inability to link to Seto and reassure him in his distress.
"I miss you," the taller duelist bit out.
"I miss you too, Baby."
Seto shook his head, frustrated. "You don’t understand. You don’t know how close I’ve come to walking out of here, or just ordering plane tickets for the three of you."
Yami’s lips twitched. "I wouldn’t be opposed to the latter."
"I know. I really wanted to. I felt bad enough missing your birthday, and now… But I’m so busy, and…" He paused to look away for a moment. When he looked back up, exhaustion was evident in his eyes. "I don’t want to waste time talking about it."
The ex-spirit sighed a little, but gave in. "All right."
Seto grunted at Yami’s acquiescence. "We’ve wasted enough time already." He tapped his fingers on his desk, then said, "Take off your robe."
That was right to the point. Yami wasn’t complaining though… Seto was right; time was at a premium, and it wasn’t like he’d protest at seeing some action anyway. He’d already lined up what he wanted to use. He just hoped that Seto would like his choices.
Yami let the robe slip off his shoulders, the black silk pooling around him on the mattress, then before Seto had the chance to ask, he began peeling his underwear off while his free hand teased a dusky nipple into a hard nub. Mimicking his boyfriend, Seto pinched a nipple through the fabric of his dress shirt as well, twisting it until it was firmly peaked and radiating warm waves of pleasure through his body.
Tucking his legs up so that he was now resting on his knees, Yami leaned back and raised his hips towards the web cam, parting his thighs and holding his cock and balls aside to show Seto that he had already prepped himself in anticipation of putting his new toy to use. Nestled between the halves of his ass, a purple, pink and white glass ball could be seen, and as Seto’s breathing grew harsher, Yami reached between his legs and slowly slid the glass plug out of its resting place.
Seto groaned and rubbed his palm over the bulge in his pants as his body reacted to the little show Yami was putting on for him. His own asshole tightened as he watched his lover’s hole puckering as it caressed the toy’s smooth, curved stem, then widening to allow the noticeably thicker head to exit before being allowed to snap shut around the end of the tapered tip.
Yami smiled coyly as he placed the plug on a towel, then took hold of the glow-in-the-dark dong and a bottle of lube. After applying some slick to the tip and working it down the upper portion of the toy, he pressed it between his legs and let it slide back and forth, nudging it against the awaiting opening.
"Do it," Seto hissed softly, having already unzipped his pants. His hand lightly cuffed his exposed penis as it waved in his lap, demanding attention. Yami licked his lips at the sight. He was so turned on, and so hard...
Without further encouragement, Yami began pressing the dildo in. "Mmm… ahhh…" he moaned as the length of the toy’s shaft slid in, not encountering much resistance thanks to his earlier prep work. The dildo really did remind him of Seto – the right length and girth, the way it just sat in him… His eyes fluttered shut despite his efforts at keeping them opened, and he threw his head back as the head of the dildo pressed along the inner wall closest to the prostate, driving him crazy. Panting, he made sure the dong was fully sheathed, then fumbled for the vibe controller and switched it on.
Seto made a pleased sound as the vibrator began humming, making the toy quiver. He wished it was actually him in there instead, but at least Yami looked like he was enjoying himself, so for now, it would do.
Yami was crying out now, slick-covered fingers flying up to encircle his raging hard-on. "Ohhh~hhh… Seto…" He wanted to come so badly, and knowing that Seto was watching him just turned him on that much more.
The young CEO’s eyes glittered as he took in his lover’s exposed body and the way it trembled in ecstasy. His fingers wrapped themselves loosely around his own shaft, then almost immediately he tightened his grip and was pumping himself as hard as he could. It sucked that they were so pressed for time. He pumped harder, and it began hurting a little. But he didn’t ease off. It reminded him of the residual soreness he had felt that morning that he had rolled out of bed to leave for the airport. He didn’t mind the thought of experiencing that again.
Yami’s lips parted in a wordless yell. Seto thought of that same mouth on his cock, all hot and wet, tongue rolling over the sensitive head, teeth very lightly grazing along the shaft. The brunette inhaled sharply at the fantasy and heard his lover’s breath hitch as well. Yami was arching his back now, thrusting his dick at the camera, his balls tight with pleasure. A fat bead of pre-cum slowly dribbled down the cleft of the plum-shaped head, and Seto imagined what it would taste like, salty and earthy and familiar. He barely registered his left hand coming up to press lightly against the screen, as if he could somehow reach through it to touch Yami’s straining body, but he was thwarted by the cold reality of glass.
"Baby… Setooo…" Yami moaned, and Seto’s hand fisted against the screen. He leaned closer to it, as if trying to take in every detail offered by the amazingly sharp camera. It frustrated him that every time he exhaled, the moisture in his breath would fog over part of the screen, but he couldn’t seem to back away and he certainly couldn’t hold his breath for long considering his body was crying for release as well.
Their mind link suddenly surged momentarily, and the barely perceptible whisper in the back of Seto’s mind grew into an overwhelming, deafening roar. Yami had just orgasmed; God, he just leaned back on his knees and came, his cock jutting up in his hand like a stiff, glorious fountain, peppering itself with foam. Seto could see it happening clearly on the screen. For a brief moment, he could even feel it, and his hips rocked hard in response to the sensation. His eyes shut as he concentrated on holding on to that feeling for as long as possible, and when he opened them again, he realized he had climaxed too. His fingers were sticky with cum, and it looked like he was going to need to change slacks since he had stupidly managed to tag himself and the underside of his desk too. But it was worth it; he had no complaints, and judging from the blissful look on Yami’s face as he sat up and squeezed out the last few drops of ejaculate, his boyfriend would agree.
"Wow," Yami whispered as he went and turned off the vibe. He was definitely going to ride that toy again.
Seto went to respond, then realized he couldn’t find his voice. Their mind link was already becoming fuzzy and indistinct, and that saddened him. So he simply nodded instead while trying to work some moisture back into his mouth, finally croaking after a long moment, "I have to go. I need to change pants, and get cleaned up. I… have a meeting, then a television interview to do right after." He glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen again. "I’m really sorry."
"It’s okay. I know you’re busy." Yami grabbed another towel and began swiping at himself with it. "We’ll be coming over to join you pretty soon. It won’t be much longer."
"13 more days," Seto spat out. He could probably recite the exact number of hours, minutes and seconds if he had to.
"Yeah." Yami stopped scrubbing, and looked thoughtfully into the web cam. "Hang in there, Kai-baby. It’ll be worth it in the end when you finally open those gates and see the smiles on the faces of the kids walking in for the first time. That’s your dream, isn’t it? That’s when you’ll know that all your hard work has paid off."
"I know. But that doesn’t make our time apart pass by any faster."
"13 days, Seto. We’ll survive."
"Mm." Seto sighed, then added, "Happy anniversary, Yami."
Yami smiled. "Happy anniversary."
Seto stood up. "I’m going to be late. I really have to go." He began moving the mouse cursor over to sever the connection on the conferencing program.
"I’m sorry. I love you," Seto breathed, sounding almost desperate, then he whispered a hurried "Good night" before terminating the session.
Despite hearing those words, Yami felt his smile fade as he stared at the now-blank window on his computer screen. It hurt to see Seto so upset and to not be able to do a thing about it. He longed to reach out to his lover’s mind, to comfort him, to remind him that he’d always be there for him… but he just couldn’t quite make contact him. It was like grasping at water and feeling it slip between his fingers, leaving behind a residual dampness but nothing concrete. Still, he made the effort to send an I love you, too in return, hoping that Seto might hear him anyway.
I’ll see you in 13 days.
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October 31, 2006