Not In Love (Yami no Yuugi x Kaiba Seto; Yuugiou, challenge # 16)
Title: Not in Love
Author/Artist: Machi “SK” Gill
Pairing: Kaiba Seto x Yami no Yuugi
Fandom: Yuugiou
Theme: #16: invincible, unrivaled
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou or any aspect of it.
He’d had enough, really.
Kaiba Seto ran his fingers through his chestnut hair, a small scowl on his face as his sapphire eyes slowly wandered over to Yami. Sweat dripped from his forehead and dampened his hair, but all the CEO did was glare-glare over at the short statured, crimson-eyed man that was barely five inches away from him.
Over the years, Seto had played many games with Yami. From the most obvious, Duel Monsters, to the tame games of chess, monopoly, DDR-hell, Seto played Scrabble with Yami, in GERMAN, one of his better languages, and he STILL lost. Yami didn’t even know German! In fact, when asked, Yami didn’t even know there was such a language!
And yet, once again, the ancient spirit had managed to beat him. In fact, he always had, and most likely, much to Seto’s deflated ego, always would win.
He could never beat him. Not in Duel Monsters, not in chess, not in life…
Blue eyes wandered over to Yami, who was now standing up from his bed, beautifully naked and laced with sweat.
…And certainly not in love.
“Seto,” Yami asked, wine red eyes turning on the man in bed and gleaming mischievously with the rising sun that leaked through the bedroom window of the Kaiba Mansion. “Aren’t you going to get out of bed?”
Seto winced, and he just barely managed to turn to face him, rear end aching.
…And obviously not in bed either.
…Maybe one day.
"Yami,” Seto said dryly, glaring daggers at the small Egyptian. Yami turned to gaze over at it lover as Seto finally let out, “Kiss my ass.”
At this, Yami only laughed.
Author/Artist: Machi “SK” Gill
Pairing: Kaiba Seto x Yami no Yuugi
Fandom: Yuugiou
Theme: #16: invincible, unrivaled
Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou or any aspect of it.
He’d had enough, really.
Kaiba Seto ran his fingers through his chestnut hair, a small scowl on his face as his sapphire eyes slowly wandered over to Yami. Sweat dripped from his forehead and dampened his hair, but all the CEO did was glare-glare over at the short statured, crimson-eyed man that was barely five inches away from him.
Over the years, Seto had played many games with Yami. From the most obvious, Duel Monsters, to the tame games of chess, monopoly, DDR-hell, Seto played Scrabble with Yami, in GERMAN, one of his better languages, and he STILL lost. Yami didn’t even know German! In fact, when asked, Yami didn’t even know there was such a language!
And yet, once again, the ancient spirit had managed to beat him. In fact, he always had, and most likely, much to Seto’s deflated ego, always would win.
He could never beat him. Not in Duel Monsters, not in chess, not in life…
Blue eyes wandered over to Yami, who was now standing up from his bed, beautifully naked and laced with sweat.
…And certainly not in love.
“Seto,” Yami asked, wine red eyes turning on the man in bed and gleaming mischievously with the rising sun that leaked through the bedroom window of the Kaiba Mansion. “Aren’t you going to get out of bed?”
Seto winced, and he just barely managed to turn to face him, rear end aching.
…And obviously not in bed either.
…Maybe one day.
"Yami,” Seto said dryly, glaring daggers at the small Egyptian. Yami turned to gaze over at it lover as Seto finally let out, “Kiss my ass.”
At this, Yami only laughed.