ficlet
I thought to myself, I want to write something for Valentines. I've also been wanting to DbD fic again for a little while now. And I wanted an excuse to use that cool mental image I had a couple days back.
And so, I proceeded to throw all three things together into one ficlet. Wherein Yugi is a drama queen and Kaiba is sneery.
[YGO isn't mine and the peasants rejoiced]
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Kaiba has long since grown used to Yugi's hopelessly melodramatic outbursts. Knowing that nothing he can ever do will stop them (not that he really cares enough to try) and that ultimately he's not even sure if he'd want to. If Yugi is defensive, then Kaiba doesn't have to be. It being almost a relief to not have to be constantly on guard.
So ultimately, he isn't surprised when one particular evening in February Yugi drags himself home late (even later than Kaiba, which is a feat in and of itself) and smelling like a brewery. He is, however, surprised as hell when Yugi shakes off the hand that clamps around his arm with a wince and a growl of, "I'm not in the mood." Causing one of Kaiba's brows to lift even as he asks, "Since when?"
"What? I don't want to fuck all the time."
"I say again, since when?" The slightest sneer tracing Kaiba's lips as he pulls Yugi close again. Drawing another wince and the slightest hiss of pain from the smaller boy, the noise causing his brow to furrow in something that might be concern, although he'd never admit it. "And what? Did you get the hell kicked out of you or something?"
"No. Just...." Whatever Yugi had been about to say is quickly cut off by Kaiba's mouth sealing over his. Hot and possessive and ultimately distracting as he is shoved bodily against the nearest wall. Kaiba's hands roaming up his body, pushing aside his shirt. The kiss finally broken when fingertips brush against a bit of gauze taped to Yugi's chest.
"So what's this then?" The words a violent hiss as he finishes pealing Yugi's shirt off, still keeping the other boy pinned to the wall. Not waiting for an answer before yanking the tape off himself, winning a yelp of shock that he doesn't even notice. Cold gaze riveted to Yugi's pale chest.
The tattoo is brand new, the skin underneath slightly reddened in irritation, and painfully simple. Black ink starkly tracing down over Yugi's heart. Outlining a set of hieroglyphs that, although he can't read them, Kaiba knows he will need no translation for. A snort of disgust escaping him as he shakes his head. Releasing Yugi with a shove and letting the boy slump against the wall.
"The only thing that surprises me is that you didn't pull this particular bit of melodrama years ago." Not bothering to hide the disgust that creeps into his tone.
"I've been thinking about it for a little while now." A bitter little smile twists Yugi's lips as he glances up at Kaiba through his bangs. "Then tonight, after a few drinks, it seemed like as good a time as any." One hand reaching up after a moment to touch the fresh tattoo absently. A slight wince flickering across his features as fingertips brush over tender skin. "I was gonna get it a little closer to the centre of my chest. Around where the puzzle used to hang. But..."
"But this is so much more overwrought. After all, if you're going to be a drama queen, may as well go all out. Am I right?"
Yugi's only response is a shrug. Eyes sparking with defiance and Kaiba smiles at him. Frozen eyes sparking with hunger and he lowers his head, lips brushing Yugi's ear as he murmurs, "I'm still surprised you didn't chase him through that goddamn door, you know. Or just stand there and let those ruins cave in on top of you."
"If I'd had time to think about it...."
"You might have? You would have? Who cares." A kiss. Hot and possessive. "Bed. Now. I'll even let you scream his name."
"Kaiba...."
"Just for tonight. Consider it a gift"
And so, I proceeded to throw all three things together into one ficlet. Wherein Yugi is a drama queen and Kaiba is sneery.
[YGO isn't mine and the peasants rejoiced]
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Kaiba has long since grown used to Yugi's hopelessly melodramatic outbursts. Knowing that nothing he can ever do will stop them (not that he really cares enough to try) and that ultimately he's not even sure if he'd want to. If Yugi is defensive, then Kaiba doesn't have to be. It being almost a relief to not have to be constantly on guard.
So ultimately, he isn't surprised when one particular evening in February Yugi drags himself home late (even later than Kaiba, which is a feat in and of itself) and smelling like a brewery. He is, however, surprised as hell when Yugi shakes off the hand that clamps around his arm with a wince and a growl of, "I'm not in the mood." Causing one of Kaiba's brows to lift even as he asks, "Since when?"
"What? I don't want to fuck all the time."
"I say again, since when?" The slightest sneer tracing Kaiba's lips as he pulls Yugi close again. Drawing another wince and the slightest hiss of pain from the smaller boy, the noise causing his brow to furrow in something that might be concern, although he'd never admit it. "And what? Did you get the hell kicked out of you or something?"
"No. Just...." Whatever Yugi had been about to say is quickly cut off by Kaiba's mouth sealing over his. Hot and possessive and ultimately distracting as he is shoved bodily against the nearest wall. Kaiba's hands roaming up his body, pushing aside his shirt. The kiss finally broken when fingertips brush against a bit of gauze taped to Yugi's chest.
"So what's this then?" The words a violent hiss as he finishes pealing Yugi's shirt off, still keeping the other boy pinned to the wall. Not waiting for an answer before yanking the tape off himself, winning a yelp of shock that he doesn't even notice. Cold gaze riveted to Yugi's pale chest.
The tattoo is brand new, the skin underneath slightly reddened in irritation, and painfully simple. Black ink starkly tracing down over Yugi's heart. Outlining a set of hieroglyphs that, although he can't read them, Kaiba knows he will need no translation for. A snort of disgust escaping him as he shakes his head. Releasing Yugi with a shove and letting the boy slump against the wall.
"The only thing that surprises me is that you didn't pull this particular bit of melodrama years ago." Not bothering to hide the disgust that creeps into his tone.
"I've been thinking about it for a little while now." A bitter little smile twists Yugi's lips as he glances up at Kaiba through his bangs. "Then tonight, after a few drinks, it seemed like as good a time as any." One hand reaching up after a moment to touch the fresh tattoo absently. A slight wince flickering across his features as fingertips brush over tender skin. "I was gonna get it a little closer to the centre of my chest. Around where the puzzle used to hang. But..."
"But this is so much more overwrought. After all, if you're going to be a drama queen, may as well go all out. Am I right?"
Yugi's only response is a shrug. Eyes sparking with defiance and Kaiba smiles at him. Frozen eyes sparking with hunger and he lowers his head, lips brushing Yugi's ear as he murmurs, "I'm still surprised you didn't chase him through that goddamn door, you know. Or just stand there and let those ruins cave in on top of you."
"If I'd had time to think about it...."
"You might have? You would have? Who cares." A kiss. Hot and possessive. "Bed. Now. I'll even let you scream his name."
"Kaiba...."
"Just for tonight. Consider it a gift"