[Open] SOMEONE WAS BORED I THINK AND IT WASN'T ME

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This had been hailed in the media as one of the biggest tournaments in the King of Games' career. Unfortunately you'd been unable to attend as a duelist, and even unable to accompany him as his significant other. You had been busy but he'd understood. A shame, he'd said, as he had been working on a really good strategy for the last few months. You

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[shutupandduelme]

Kaiba's idea of moves involved calling in an old favor owed....and swallowing a little distaste. Up in the VIP boxes, he was practically pressed against the glass. It was a fact not lost on the owner of said box, who was slowly coming up behind him.

"That was exciting, wasn't it Kaiba-boy? Now I understand why you rushed all the way out here," Pegasus murmured, his hand coming up to rest against the incredibly tense CEO's shoulder. Or it would have, if Kaiba hadn't whirled around and caught his wrist in a crushing grip.

"Do. Not. Touch. Me," Kaiba hissed. He squeezed once more in final warning before dropping Pegasus' hand. "And stop delaying. You told me you would bring him up here."

"And my men are doing just that," Pegasus said with a grin. He was used to this sort of behavior from Kaiba Seto, but not to this degree. Having seen the brunet's reactions to the match, he thought he had an idea why. "I'll be out of the way, and you can give him his prize personally."

"Hn," Kaiba grunted, turning back toward the window looking out on the stadium as Pegasus moved to leave the room. Suddenly he abruptly turned on his heel, causing Pegasus to freeze in his tracks. "Cameras. Turn them off."

Pegasus sighed dramatically. "Oh noooo, how could I have forgotten. Silly me," he said, reaching over to press a button on his desk. All the power went out in the room. "It's the only way to shut them down completely, not that I think you'll have any problems with it. But you better get ready, Kaiba-boy. I think I hear Croquet coming with our champion~"

"Just get out!" Kaiba snarled. Pegasus just laughed and flounced out.

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Anything involving Pegasus was bad news. As such, when he'd been told to go somewhere by Pegasus' right hand man he'd been extremely anxious. This couldn't have been good, and had he had the choice he would have outright denied it. But they were providing security control and he couldn't make it through the thrush of the crowd that had gathered.

It left him slightly unsure, tense, disliking this situation entirely. Once they stopped at one of the rooms within the stadium he turned to the other. He'd only gotten an instruction to go in there before he left. He could have tried leaving now, but he was nothing if not true to his word. He said he'd go.

So reaching towards the doorknob he stepped inside, the darkness surprising him, unnerving him even more. "What games are you playing now?" His voice was rough as his eyes tried to adjust and search as quickly as they could.

[shutupandduelme]

The box was quiet as soon as the door closed behind the departing Croquet. Perfect for Kaiba's purposes.

"The same game you started when you summoned the first God in one turn," he proclaimed boldly, turning toward Atem with a sweep of his coat. "Something Pegasus wouldn't understand, with the cowardly way he duels. Something your opponent didn't understand either. You wasted it on him."

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The anxiousness was immediately replaced with a slightly more positive feeling upon realizing who was actually in this room. He nearly, very nearly exclaimed the brunet's name in shock. He hadn't been expecting him at all. He'd said he was busy and that meant days upon days in the office. And to involve Pegasus and his men?

The befuddled look on his face was a little too slow for his tastes to be removed but he smirked once he got over the initial surprise.

"I play the way my deck wants to play. It was unfortunate, I will agree, that you were not standing on the opposite side of the field for this one."

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The brunet approached without hesitation, his hand moving to trace Atem's jaw.

"And now it will never work on me," Kaiba said confidently, "now that I know how it works in play. Your beautiful trick will be seen only once."

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His head tilted upwards, catching sight of the other's eyes this close. He stood his ground though found the situation to cause his heart to pound already. This was too much of a surprise in one day.

Still, he managed to keep smirking for now. "A shame. I'll have to think of a way to top it." He reached out, just to place his hand carefully on the brunet's chest. "...beautiful?"

SORRY, I SHOULD HAVE SAID FUTSUKUSHII~

[shutupandduelme]

Those blue eyes were dark, even with the lighting in the room, with the pupils wide. Kaiba didn't say anything as he stared down at Atem. All he did was swallow, before his hand dropped to knot in the front of Atem's shirt. The smaller duelist was yanked upwards into a searing kiss.

I'LL JUST PRETEND

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Atem got caught up in that stare, forgetting whose turn it was to make the next move here. He couldn't even recount how long they'd been staring when he'd been pulled up so suddenly.

The hand on Kaiba's chest moved up to the back of his neck as he leaned up on his tiptoes to ease the pull on his shirt and the difficulty of their clashing heights in general. He was quick to give in, but wouldn't so easily be dominated in it, giving Kaiba a nip to his lower lip.

YOU MIGHT AS WELL.

[shutupandduelme]

Atem wasn't getting any breaks tonight. Kaiba wasted no time in practically excavating the other man's mouth, his tongue forcing itself in. He wanted..no, needed to touch and smell and taste the power that his rival had handled so easily, wanted to hold it in his hand and mark it all over so that anyone would know that it was his. The brunet had never been so turned on in his life.

"No," he said, his breath already reduced to panting, "I have to top it. Then you have to top me, that's how this works." He experimentally gave the shorter duelist a push back towards the desk. This wasn't a time for soft couches or a cushioned floor, though Pegasus had both available.

His hands started pulling at Atem's clothes, practically shredding them off in his haste.

/PRETENDS

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He'd already moaned once into the kiss, Kaiba's apparent need sparking every inch of his body to life. This definitely was a nice way to end things here, though it didn't seem like they'd really be finished here for a while, not that he minded. His hands were having trouble staying still, moving over his chest, up along his face and into his hair as they kissed.

When the other started speaking he found himself disappointed, looking up at him with an undeniable heat on his face, his chest heaving with needed breath. "I hadn't realized you drew up a formula for this." Though it sounded amazing, to be sure.

The push towards the desk was met with no resistance, though his hands left Kaiba to move back against the surface carefully, nearly surprised that it was there. He quickly found himself twisting to try and aid Kaiba's quick actions in getting his clothing off, not wanting it to be ruined and ... yes, wanting this more than anything he suddenly realized. His jacket was dropped to the floor, followed by his shirt and a careful removal of the Duel Disk before he hopped to sit up on the desk. He couldn't help a smirk. "How bad do you want it right now?" He just couldn't help himself. In this situation he still needed to taunt his rival.

[shutupandduelme]

Once again, Kaiba responded through action rather than voice. He only spent a few seconds on looking over his rival's bare chest before leaning in and running his hands up into that wild hair. It was more planned than worship, however. It made it much easier to hold Atem's head still when he bit into the shorter man's neck.

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He shuddered slightly, unable to help himself with those hands moving as they did. It didn't help that he bared his own throat to the other, maybe instinctual by now. He lifted slightly off the desk with a hiss of breath at that bite. It edged off into a moan, his arms going around the taller's neck to try and bring him closer.

[shutupandduelme]

The brunet was willing enough to be pulled closer, one hand leaving Atem's hair so he could balance himself over the desk better. The other one, though, remained firmly curled in multi-colored strands as the brunet moved on to another bare patch of skin, then another after that. Every hiss and moan Atem offered just spurred Kaiba on to make another claiming mark.

"Most beautiful thing.." he gasped in one of the short stretches he gave himself to catch his breath, "I have ever seen."

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He couldn't hold himself back from making those noises. With every bite against his skin he knew exactly what Kaiba was doing. Those marks were going to be dark and last for weeks he was sure. Just the way he liked them, not that he would admit it.

Trying his best to do something other than lie there and let Kaiba turn his skin dark purple, his hands lowered, tugging his shirt free and sliding his hands up his chest. "I'm glad you were able to see it in person." His voice was on edge, full of uneven breathing.

[shutupandduelme]

For once, Kaiba seemed unconcerned with what Atem was doing to him. Nothing was going to deter him from his attacks on the shorter duelist, clearly. Each mark was licked and teased to his satisfaction, eventually trailing down Atem's chest. Kaiba pressed a kiss against a nipple before he lifted his head to catch his breath again.

"..wouldn't miss it for the world," He replied honestly. He loved watching Atem duel, though he would never admit it in those terms. Watching his rival crush opponents made him feel stronger. Only he came close. Only he would win, some day. It wasn't nowhere as nice as playing Atem himself, but he would take it.

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He couldn't help leaning back a little, another shiver with a slightly breathy moan. He pressed close, as close as he could get, though his head did roll back still. His hands continued moving up the brunet's skin, over his chest and down over again as he just soaked up everything he could from this.

"Good." It was. He liked knowing when Kaiba was watching him. Not that he'd give his opponents any less but it made him feel stronger, an urgency to do better, to show off as much as he could. Tonight he showed off about as best as he could. And he was paying the price for it.