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Kaiba froze, one hand over his keyboard as the other clutched a pumpkin-shaped onigiri midway to his lips. The only reason Kaiba ever remembered to eat lunch at work was because Yugi insisted on bringing a bento to his office for them to share, though Kaiba suddenly found he had lost any semblance of appetite this particular afternoon.
“The what game?” he sneered at Yugi, brows furrowing as he unceremoniously dropped the rice ball back in the absurd Kuriboh-shaped box on his desk between them.
Several minutes ago, Kaiba had tuned out and focused on responding to emails as soon as Yugi had started babbling about the nerd herd and their shenanigans. But then as he had reached for the onigiri, his attention had shifted when he noticed a faint blush on Yugi’s cheeks (he definitely did not care for that cherry blossom shade against the pipsqueak’s ivory skin).
“The Pocky game,” Yugi repeated, smirking even as he felt the growing heat in his face. He had been reminiscing about a birthday party for Honda a while back where Malik had started a few rounds of the admittedly childish, yet flirtatious game. Kaiba’s eyes shut as he briefly pinched the bridge of his nose. He was almost certain he didn’t want to know but couldn’t stop himself asking anyway.
“What, exactly, is the Pocky game?” he hissed as he looked back up. Yugi’s smirk grew, tilting his head coyly as he pulled a chocolate-covered biscuit stick from the small red box in his hand.
“Two people put opposite ends of the same Pocky stick in their lips, then take turns taking a bite out of it. If someone pulls away, they lose,” the shorter man explained. Kaiba cocked an eyebrow.
“How do you win?” he asked.
“You kiss when you meet in the middle,” Yugi grinned as his gaze dropped to Kaiba’s lips.
At that, there was an odd swooping sensation in Kaiba’s stomach as his face started to feel warm (maybe he was ill?). Kaiba’s white trench coat hanging off the back of his oversized chair swayed as he leaned back; Kaiba cleared his throat which had suddenly gone dry, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
“ Please tell me such nonsense is beneath you,” Kaiba frowned, blue eyes narrowing dangerously. Yugi bit his lip as he glanced shyly down at the Pocky stick still in his hand.
“Actually,” he murmured. “At that party, I played with Jou.” Kaiba’s jaw audibly creaked as he ground his teeth, knuckles whitening as both hands curled into fists. Huffing, he turned back to his computer, long fingers jabbing sharply at his keyboard as he finished the email he had been distracted from.
“Figures the mutt would drag you into something inane and immature,” Kaiba spat bitterly, still glaring at his computer. He briefly wondered if this qualified as justifiable grounds for having Katsuya murdered before he decided to settle for uploading every possible virus to the mutt’s phone at the soonest opportunity, as well as remotely disabling Katsuya’s Duel Disk (he’d restart it again eventually… maybe). Not that Kaiba cared what Yugi got up to on his own time.
“It was just a dare to distract Jou from the fact that Honda was playing the game with Shizuka,” Yugi shrugged before he finally bit off part of his Pocky stick. Eyes fixed stubbornly on his computer monitor, Kaiba grabbed his mug and sipped his coffee, still typing with one hand as he ignored Yugi’s statement. “He lost, by the way,” Yugi smirked around another bite of Pocky. Replacing his mug, Kaiba still didn’t respond though his posture relaxed slightly (of course the mutt had lost, that half-wit couldn’t win a game of Clue if he was playing by himself). “I bet I could beat you, too,” Yugi grinned before finishing his treat. Kaiba barely turned his head to glare daggers at Yugi from the corner of his eye.
It was a trap. Kaiba knew it was a trap. The safest option was not to play, but refusing to play would be a loss in and of itself (besides, when had Kaiba ever taken the safe option in anything). But if he played the game, getting Yugi to lose would be… difficult. If not impossible. Not that that had ever stopped Kaiba before.
“Well?” Yugi’s grin turned mischievous as he slid another Pocky stick from the box, violet eyes holding Kaiba’s gaze. “Afraid you’ll lose?” Yugi taunted, arching an eyebrow. Kaiba pursed his lips as he pushed forcefully away from his desk and stood.
“Fine,” he gritted through his teeth as he came around his desk. Yugi stood as Kaiba approached, and it was immediately clear they would not be able to play this while they were both standing as Yugi just came to Kaiba’s chest (which Yugi really didn’t mind; he loved getting an eyeful of Seto’s gorgeous body, even in his usual black turtleneck, but it did occasionally present certain challenges).
First Kaiba tried sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, but he had to lean forward awkwardly, and the Pocky stick snapped before they even started. Yugi’s blush deepened as Kaiba growled in mild frustration, tossing the broken treat carelessly on his desk. Both of them sitting in the chairs had similar results so they moved to one of the couches, but Kaiba’s long torso still towered over Yugi’s shorter frame sitting next to him. Finally, Yugi pushed Kaiba’s shoulders back into the couch as he straddled the brunet, smirking at the pale flush that creeped into Kaiba’s face as the taller man tried not to react. Kaiba focused on breathing normally as his gaze raked over the man in front of him, hands hovering awkwardly before settling on Yugi’s shoulders, which seemed like the safest option (okay, maybe he did, on rare occasion, take the safe option).
“I think this’ll work. Comfy?” Yugi’s smirk widened as he settled his weight into Kaiba’s lap.
“Isn’t this a little unfair?” Kaiba rasped softly, throat dry again as his blue eyes pierced into Yugi’s violet ones hovering slightly above him (this was fine, this was totally fine, he definitely had no feelings about this. Or about anything at all ever).
“How so?” Yugi arched an eyebrow, tilting his head coyly again.
“I don’t have much room to pull back, do I?” Kaiba answered as his gaze traced the curve of Yugi’s neck (he was always wearing that damn collar).
“I guess you’ll have to shove me on my ass if you really want to lose that badly,” Yugi grinned as he tipped his head towards the floor in front of the couch. Kaiba immediately dismissed that as an option.
“Who goes first?”
“I’ll go first to show you how it’s done,” Yugi answered, and Kaiba bit the inside of his mouth to keep from retorting. “Ready?” Yugi asked before he slipped the plain end of the Pocky stick still in his hand between his lips. Kaiba took the chocolate end in his own lips, silently lamenting that Yugi didn’t care for the bitter chocolate variety of Pocky. Kaiba had never been one for sweets. Then they began.
Yugi barely took the tiniest bite, easily swallowing without chewing before he smirked playfully around the snack still between his lips. Kaiba’s brow furrowed. What was Yugi doing? Wasn’t the point to intimidate the other person into backing off? Was this some kind of reverse psychology strategy? Well, Kaiba wasn’t going to fall for it; he surged forward, easily biting the snack stick in half, then finding himself having to chew and swallow awkwardly while still holding one end of the Pocky in his lips and trying not to think about how close they were now. Yugi’s lips parted ever so slightly, his pink tongue peeking out playfully under the Pocky stick as he slowly slid forward until their noses brushed; Kaiba resisted every urge rooted in self-preservation telling him to pull back. Then Yugi wrapped his lips suggestively around the Pocky before sliding back, biting off only a tiny bit again. Kaiba’s eyes narrowed. Yugi was toying with him. Well, two could play at that game. Kaiba could easily finish their game in this turn, but if Yugi wanted to draw this out, then Kaiba would draw it out.
He started to slip forward slowly but had barely moved before Yugi surprised him, surging forward to press their lips together, Yugi’s hands sliding into Kaiba’s hair. Kaiba’s lips parted in a silent gasp of surprise, and Yugi seized the opportunity to slip his tongue past Kaiba’s lips, pulling the Pocky into his own mouth and sucking softly on Kaiba’s bottom lip, teeth grazing tender flesh before he pulled away. Yugi smirked like the cat that got the canary as he chewed and swallowed his treat. Kaiba’s brain was short-circuiting as he gazed dazedly up into devilish violet eyes. What had just happened?
“Mm, you taste like chocolate and coffee, Seto,” Yugi purred, licking his upper lip sensuously. Kaiba’s eyes followed the gesture, heat rushing into his face as he felt equal parts giddy and somehow robbed.
“You cheated,” he muttered. That move had to be against the rules! Wasn’t it?
“Don’t be a sore loser, Seto,” Yugi whispered against Kaiba’s lips before he pressed their lips together again. But Kaiba hadn’t lost! Had he? Yugi’s fingers still in Kaiba’s hair dragged against the brunet’s scalp, sending shivers down his spine, and Kaiba decided he couldn’t care either way at this moment (though he’d never admit it out loud).
Of course, he couldn’t see the red “Incoming Call” light flashing on his silenced desk phone (he always silenced it during their lunches) as he slid the tip of his tongue against Yugi’s lips, begging entrance. Yugi’s lips parted, and their tongues wrestled for dominance as they deepened the kiss.
Kaiba’s smartphone buzzed insistently on his desk, but he ignored it as he dragged his fingers down the back of Yugi’s shirt, pleased when the smaller man arched into him and tangled his fingers tighter in Kaiba’s hair. If it was important, they’d call back later, whoever it was. As Yugi sucked playfully on Kaiba’s tongue, Kaiba’s hands grasped Yugi’s hips, pulling them firmly against his own. Yugi groaned faintly in response, Kaiba swallowing the sound greedily.
Kaiba’s office door suddenly swung open as Mokuba burst through it, exasperated.
“Seto, you’re late for the-” the younger Kaiba sputtered before he registered the scene in front of him. Yugi immediately broke away, stifling a breathless giggle in his hand as he buried his face in Kaiba’s shoulder, Kaiba glaring poison daggers up at his brother. Mokuba’s eyes slid shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a younger imitation of Kaiba’s own gesture of annoyance. Somehow, Mokuba was not surprised.
“The investors’ meeting,” Mokuba finished, muttering before he looked back up. Yugi turned a genuinely apologetic smile up at the teenager, Yugi’s face flushed beet red.
“Sorry, Mokuba, we lost track of the time,” Yugi shrugged his shoulders, standing even as Kaiba’s hands clung stubbornly to his hips for a second. As Yugi quickly collected his things, Kaiba’s gaze was still narrowed sharply at his brother; Mokuba only arched an eyebrow in response.
“Seto, I’ll make tonkatsu for lunch tomorrow,” Yugi said, heading for the door. “And I’ll bring more Pocky,” he grinned over his shoulder before he was gone.
Kaiba looked forward to the rematch. He finally stood, long strides carrying him quickly to his desk to grab his ridiculous trench coat; he threw it on quickly as he noticed the growing smirk on Mokuba’s face.
“Not. A word,” Kaiba hissed as he swept past his younger brother.
“Oh, I have plenty of words, Nii-sama,” Mokuba grinned as he shut the door behind them.