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The doorbell rang as students were let out of their clubs, or detentions for their more… spirited students. Atem leans back against his chair as the usual members start packing their bags. One by one, each of the students leave, Atem nodding his head at them before they run off. Until the frequent face of this group goes to leave.

“Mister Kaiba?”

Maroon eyes glare at him.

“Sensei?” Yami Kaiba said, his tone teetering on mocking.

“Here is your slip. I’ll have to have another meeting with your mother,” Atem stated, giving him the paper.

Yami’s sneered, stuffing the paper into his school jacket before leaving the room.

Atem sighs. That boy… he doesn’t know what to do with him. He tries to reach out, hoping to curb Yami’s negative actions, but it seems Yami takes it as a challenge, from one alpha to another.

Honestly, it seems like he’s wasting his life away, pulling those pranks. And it’s not like he’s dumb. Atem’s seen his grades to know that.

He assumes it’s because of the lack of father in his life. Seto Kaiba’s the boy’s second guardian, he’s the one who recommended Yami for Domino Academy… and yet he’s never around. Perhaps he’s embarrassed by his past affair?

No matter. It’s not his business to get into his student’s family life.

Atem shuffles his papers together, putting them in a folder before heading home for the night.

At least he can spend some time with Yugi.

***

“I’m sorry again for this,” Yugi Mouto apologizes for his son, his lovely violet eyes the only thing that Yami hasn’t inherited. He was an attractive omega, with his wide eyes, his youthful features, his suit hugging all over his curves, especially-

No, bad thoughts. Bad alpha thoughts. This is his student’s mother. The one who gave birth to the sassy-mouthed boy to frequently argues with him in class.

Oh, if that’s all the boy would do, he could live with it. But then there are the pranks, and the fights. The only limit Yami has was him not harassing his omega classmates for things they can’t control.

“I’m sure you try your best,” Atem says, trying not to be too harsh with him. It’s not easy, being a single mother, even with the Kaiba name helping him out.

“But it’s still not enough,” Yugi frowns, twisting the tea cup in front of him, “Honestly, he didn’t use to be like this.”

Atem nods, letting Yugi vent for a bit. He knows part of it, from teachers that have been around this school longer. But it was just his luck, having Yami start acting up when he’s his homeroom teacher.

“Perhaps he could spend some with the alphas in his life,” he suggests.

“I guess,” Yugi sighs, taking the papers before leaving.

“See you at the Parent-Teacher Conference, Mister Mouto?” he calls out, Yugi turning around before smiling.

“Sure. And call me Yugi,” he says before walking out the door, Atem’s heart beating fast at the request.

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It was pretty typical, as far as first days were. Most of these guys coming from either Domino Middle School or scrape themselves up from Rintama like his sorry ass. Not that he shared any classes with those losers, thank whatever the hell is looking out for him.

He leans back, gauging who’s who in terms of second sex, with two omegas besides himself and no alphas. Feh, who cares. At least he won’t have to deal wit-

Someone else walks in, talking to the teacher as he goes to an empty seat. Someone with a baby, his scent holding that undercurrent of milk like his mom did when she had Shizuki.

He walks through the rows, sitting near the back with a baby carrier somehow fitting behind his chair.

Jou turns, seeing the tri-colored boy fuss over the babe poked at that part of him that wanted to be a mom. Hell, he could have… No, it’s for the best. He didn’t need to be a teen mom on top of all the other bullshit in his life. Another mouth to feed. Another insult from his mom. Another thing to tie him to that monkey boss. But still…

The new kid, cause he’s never seen this brat in his life, moved his clothing around, using their shitty jackets as a cover as the infant ate.

He turns around, jamming his hands into his pockets, trying to ignore the stab of longing in his gut. It’s stupid. Guy will probably drop out soon anyway.

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Yugi smiles as he listens to another bored housewife try to talk up her child, how so-and-so got an award at this competition, or how such-and-such is so talented at the piano, they’re the second coming of Bach. This one was talking about their omega daughter’s great beauty and perhaps he might be able to talk to Kaiba-san about seeing them.

Yeah right. If Seto doesn’t want to see you now, why should his words have any affect?

He admits, things are slowly mending between him and Seto, but he’d rather not deal with his romantic life. Hell, he doesn’t want to deal with his own love life, let alone one of his oldest friend’s.

He excuses himself from the conversation, walking away.

“Hey Mouto-kun,” Thomas, one of the rising stars of Duel Monsters and frequent guest lecturer, greets him, “Glad to see you here. How’re things with the new Spherium update?”

“Pretty good. Play-testing been going well. We’ve even got a new dueling style in the works. How’s Christoper?”

“Eh, same old, same old,” he shrugs, before going into some of the duels he’s been in lately, Yugi enjoying story as he spots something from the corner of his eye.

He sees one of the other guardians get a drink for him and his charge. He saw him take something out of his pocket. He saw the redhead put something in one of the drinks, walking back to one of the girls from Yami’s class.

She turns, smiling and so trusting to this man who frankly doesn’t deserve it. Not if he’s using drugs on her.

He rushes over. No. Not again. Not on his watch.

Yugi snatches the cup away from the creep, looking him dead in the eye before drowning the tampered drink in one gulp.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the girl shouts as she marched towards them, drawing attention their way.

Perfect.

“I was thirsty,” he stated, looking the creep dead in the eyes.

“That was my drink,” the girl argued.

“Well then, I assume the drugs were for you too,” he hissed, his body already feeling the affects as he feels his body going into a faux-heat, or at least the side effects of one.

The creep looks around, trying to find an escape no doubt. He tries to push through, only for Atem and a few security guards to block his path.

“What is going on? What happened? Yugi, why are you-“

“The Pink guy tried to roofie Izayoi-chan but Mouto-kun drunk it before he could give it to her,” someone said. Thomas maybe?

He nods, not trusting his mouth. Damn, these are strong. He’d hate to think what would have happened to that girl.

It was at the moment that Yugi’s knees started to fail him, his body swaying to the side before he found himself held up by someone. He smelled the man, the scent of myrrh, musk, and spices filling his mind. Atem.

“Y-you should probably test that cup,” he manages after a few minutes, Atem’s very warm, very buff arms keeping him up as he hands the cup to the security guard.

Atem moves him out of the room, no, out of the building, supporting him as they went outside, the wind doing nothing to cool his burning body.

His mind threw a thousand thoughts on how to get through this. Most of them involved him and the delectable man beside him, with both of them enjoying each other’s company in a primal way.

“Yugi, what can I do to help? I mean, should we go to a clinic or-“

“I- I think this is the kind you can fuck out in a few hours, if I had to guess,” he said, twisting his thighs inward, trying to get some control over his artificially spiked libido.

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“T-take me to your apartment,” he managed to get out, his core already aching due to the drugs.

“Wait, are you sure? I could-“

“No,” Yugi cuts off Atem, bringing his face down to listen to him, “You. I trust you. I-I don’t mind getting, ah, it if it’s with you.”

His lips go to the column of Atem’s neck, making his mark on Atem as he rubs himself against the man. Fuck, he knew that he was attracted to him, but the drugs pumped his libido into overdrive.

“Please?” Yugi murmurs against Atem’s ear, his body begging to be bred.

Atem lifts him up, carrying him like a bride as he walked to his apartment, a part of Yugi very glad that the English teacher had an apartment within walking distance to the school.

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“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!” Yugi chanted, his Inner Omega in control as soon as the contractions started, his vagina already dilatating by the time Mai got to the Mouto living room.

The asshole that did this wasn’t there, but his grandpa was, holding his hand with a helpless look on his face.

She should have done more, told him about this, encouraged him about terminating the pregnancy. But Yugi was stubborn, acting like doing this was important.

Mai looked away from Yugi’s lower half to his upper one. “Do you have anything with the alpha’s scent?”

“Unfortunately,” Sugoroku looked away, his words coated in hatred and disgust.

“Well, get it over here. The stress isn’t good for your grandson and I’d liked to have him relaxed before he starts pushing.”

Sugoroku looked like he swallowed a lemon.

“I’ll get it,” Roland, the other man in the room, offered, going up to Yugi’s room as her patient called out for his alpha.

“Will this really help?” Sugoroku asked, wiping Yugi’s brow with his free hand as Mai checked on his progress.

“It often does.”

“Even in these circumstances?”

Mai sighed. “Even in these. Sometimes people cling to the worst people, especially since the alpha was there for most of his heat.”

“He trapped him there,” he growled out, hate deepening his voice before another plea from Yugi brought him back to his grandson.

“I know that. You know that. Hell, Yugi knows that. But the omega in him still sees him as a safe space, a protector, and right now, those instincts are in control,” Mai explained, understanding all too well Sugoroku’s feelings on the matter.

“Here, sorry it took so long. It was hard to find,” Roland said, putting the silky sheet under Yugi’s body.

Almost instantly Yugi relaxed, turning his head to better smell the sheets. Sugoroku’s mouth twists in disgust.

Mai shakes her head, checking on Yugi’s birth canal to find it’s dilated enough for the next part.

“Yugi, hon, you’re dilatated enough. Can you push for me?”

“Push?” Yugi asked, his words slurring together in his altered state.

“Yes, push. You need to push out to get the baby,” Mai explained softly, rubbing a hand on Yugi’s thigh.

“Push out alpha’s baby?”

“Right.”

“Okay,” he said, before pushing, his body going on autopilot as Roland came to her side to help out her out.

“Okay, now take a breath,” Mai said, letting the omega catch his breath before repeating the cycle.

It wasn’t long before she saw the head, Yugi’s omega body making the whole process easier.

“You’re doing great, Hun, now one more push.”

He screamed, blood and slick covering the baby as the little thing came into the world.

The baby screamed, cold and afraid after spending so long inside it’s warm, comfy mother.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up for Mama,” she cooed for the little boy, wiping his face before using her forceps to block the umbilical cord, which also stabilized the area enough for her to cut. She snips it off, Roland there with a clean towel to wrap around baby.

“Alright Mama, here’s baby,” she said, handing Yugi his son as Mai and Roland worked to get the placenta out and make sure that everything’s okay.

Mai left, tossing her gloves in the trash as she washed her hands, making sure they were clean before getting some water.

“Does Mama need anything?” She called out, getting some snacks and drinks just in case.

“No,” Yugi said, full of awe at the baby in his arms.

“Probably a bath,” the older Mouto said, before grabbing a corner of the sheets, “And probably a bag to throw away this-“

“No,” Yugi howled, curling himself and his baby in the soiled sheet.

“You heard him,” Mai gave Sugoroku the tray before petting the vulnerable boy, “You want something to eat? You worked really hard today, so you need to eat to recharge.”

Yugi uncurled a bit, still wary as he held his baby close.

She picked up a rice ball. “Please? For Grandpa?”

He looked uncertain.

“For baby?”

That seemed to do the trick, taking the rice ball and eating it, Junior taking cues from Mama, suckling on Yugi’s breasts for his first meal.

Mai smiled, walking into the guest bedroom before collapsing in the bed. God, that was exhausting. She can’t even imagine what Yugi’s going through, pushing a baby into the world, at his age. She curls into the bed.

She’s not done, not by a longshot, but for now, she can rest.

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Atem stumbles into his apartment, Yugi’s scent drenching his abode as he slams the door shut, everything in him wanting to tear off his clothes to get to prize beneath…

No. No, this is him helping Yugi f- sweating out the drug. Yugi should have control over how this works, especially sin-

Yugi throws him onto the small couch, Atem straightening up enough as Yugi unbuttons his shirt, revealing more and more creamy skin with each second. Atem pulls his shirt out of his pants, showing a little surprise underneath.

“Didn’t know about this,” he teases, playing with his belly button piercing.

“Not many people do,” Yugi teases back, pulling off his shirt.

“I’m honored you trust me so,” he mutters, before taking the area into his mouth, tracing the metal with his tongue, his hands groping at his ass, helping Yugi get out of his far too tight pants.

There was so much that Atem wanted to do. Kiss every mark upon his skin. Sing praises like a priest to his god. Lay claim until his flesh.

But would Yugi accept that?

He settles for marking, fulfilling his inner alpha urges by biting and sucking every exposed area, including the lighter patches of skin upon his belly. He moved lower, making a large hickey on his left hip while his hands trace Yugi’s folds. The fact he’s so wet right now…

He works his fingers inside, not wanting Yugi to hurt from taking him in. Yugi hisses, one of his hands running through Atem’s hair as he scissors inside in.

He came at Yugi’s cock, small as is typical for an omega but with bumps on the underside of his shaft.

“Did these hurt?” he asks, tracing over the solid bumps.

“When I first got them, yeah, but it was worth it.”

He spotted something sparking under that.

“And these?” he fingers the piercings on his scrotum, which almost looked like stiches to him.

“Like a bitch,” his grin grew feral as his face came towards his own, “But it’s alllll mine.”

Yugi sinks on his shaft, his eyes out of focus, his mouth drooling as he seats his pride fully into himself.

“God, that’s good. Hadn’t had a dick this good in years,” Yugi moans out, his hands going to Atem’s shoulders.

“Y-you feel really good as well,” he manages to say, tracing over the stretchmarks over his stomach, one of his hands playing with Yugi’s bellybutton ring as he waits for Yugi to adjust.

“Thanks,” he whispers softly before lifting his lower half, with only Atem’s head still within before plunging back down.

It was almost madding, that steady rhythm as Yugi rode him, his movements with purpose even with the fax-heat over him. He’s in awe of Yugi’s control, the power he has over him, even at such a time.

Atem pushes Yugi’s back down, hoping to catch a taste of those lips. Yugi misunderstands his actions, instead bringing his breasts right to Atem’s face.

He wanted to- No, that’s selfish. He should take what he can get.

Atem goes and plays with those warm, full breasts, smaller than even some female betas but much bigger than the average male omega. He sucks and gropes and rolls a teat between his teeth, Yugi’s walls clamping onto him as he rides him, Atem feeling his knot expanding as he releases into Yugi’s body.

“W-wait, what about-“

“Shuuuuu, don’t worry. I’ve on birth control,” Yugi calms him down, a finger to his lips as he cradles his head, “Nothing short of a mating bite is going to get me knocked up.”

Atem nods, relieved and illogically disappointed at the news.

They stayed locked like that until Atem’s knot shrinks, giving the two of them a break to stretch, use the restroom, and for Yugi to dig in his fridge as Atem cleans up a bit, though not before Yugi clean his bit for him.

“Do you, you know, do that for your, uh, how do you-“

“Not really,” Yugi shrugs, popping another chip in his mouth, his lower half still uncovered, “I mean, usually when I’m in heat, I just stay in my room, I don’t want my son to worry. Occasionally I do a one-night stand during that time when it’s really bad, but most of them are jackasses who just want to fuck. I only save that for people I actually like.”

Atem blushes at that.

“Well, I’m honored you think so highly of me.”

“Why not? You moved here all the way from Egypt all the way to Japan, eager to teach, only to end up in a school with rude kids clowning in your class, not to mention the culture shock,” Yugi states, handing him a can of green tea.

He chuckles at that. “You know, Yami could easily fit into that “rude kid” category.”

“I said what I said. He really shouldn’t be doing that in your class,” Yugi pouts, holding his own drink between his hands.

“Maybe it has something to do with his father?” Atem asks, sipping his can.

“No,” he said firmly, his eyes hardening for a moment, “it shouldn’t. Not for him.”

“Maybe that’s part of the problem.” Atem sits by Yugi’s side, close enough to reach out, but far enough that he’s not crowding Yugi. “I don’t know the whole story there, but maybe you should ask him. Or have a friend talk to him. Or give him a journal where he can vent his feeling to that doesn’t involve lashing out at others.”

Yugi sighs. “Maybe you’re right. But, it’s just we’ve been through a lot. And, well, I don’t know what to do about this. I asked a few of my friends, but they’re dealing with kids younger than mine. Not to mention things are awkward between me and other parents Yami’s age…”

Atem nods, well aware of the age gap there. “Well, we know that Yami had to get his brains from somewhere.”

Yugi laughs at that, a pinch of joy going through Atem at that, before Yugi’s scent gains a familiar spicy note.

“So,” he purrs, cradling Atem’s head as one of his hands go to his hardening member, “ready for round 2?”

***

In the end, they had a busy night, their combined scents marking the whole of his living room, among other things. He’s forever grateful that he went with the single apartment that was scent- and sound-proof for all the noise they made that night. He was even able to wake up early to make Yugi breakfast and launder his clothes before he left, Yugi promising to pay him back for it.

Atem took it to heart, letting that night replay as he worked on grading and lesson plans… until someone from Kaiba Corp came to his house, hoping to talk with him. In private.

If this were any other place in the world, he would be walking away… unfortunately, this is Domino, so he had to go.

At the very least, it was a nice place. Quiet. With booths for patron’s privacy.

Somehow, this only made Atem worry more about what this talk was about.

He was directed to a table, where Mokuba Kaiba, the vice president of Kaiba Corp, was already sitting.

“Ah, Salama-san. I’m glad you came,” he said, his smile more a mask for his rage than anything else. He’d assume so at the very least, since most betas aren’t known for their stronger scents.

“I assume that this talk has to do with the incident at Domino Academia?” Atem asks, not wanting to waste either of their time.

“Oh, so you are smart. That’s good,” he says with a sharp cheer, like a cat that has found a new toy to play with, “That means I can skip the small talk and ask what the fuck were you doing with Yugi?”

“Only what Yugi asked for,” he responded, looking straight at him as he spoke.

“Asked for. Asked for? He was drugged!”

“Yes,” he tightens his fist under the table, “but Yugi was lucid during the… Well, he was very articulate. Not to mention he held no regrets by the time we worked the drug out of him.”

“Oh, and I assume you’re an expert on roofies?”

“No, but the police stated that the drug induces a false heat in omegas that consume it. And despite what the movies show, most omegas are fully able to- “

“That’s not the fucking point! The point is that you, a teacher, decide to fuck a student’s mom!”

“Last I checked, both Yugi and I are adults. Just because Kaiba-san and Yugi didn’t work out, that doesn’t mean that either of you coul-“

“Seto isn’t the father,” Mokuba stated, looking straight into Atem’s eyes.

“What, do you expect me to believe this bullshit? Your brother is literally the reason Yami’s at my school. I know you thi-“

“How about you actually think, instead of mouthing off shit you don’t even know,” the beta growls, ready to throw something at his head.

“How about you make sense? I mean, what are you saying that Noa is Yami’s father?”

“Getting warmer,” he teased, his smile bitter in some secret knowledge.

“A-“ he started, before thinking. Why Yami would have the Kaiba name, even though he wasn’t Seto’s?

He leans back. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Mokuba agrees, not even looking him in the eyes.

Yami wasn’t Seto’s son.

No, he’s the late Gozaburo’s.

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Mokuba looks down at the baby.

The baby looks up at him, maroon eyes baffled at this stranger in front of him. Or at least, that's what Mokuba would think if he was the baby.

“Are you sure this is-” Roland starts.

“I know what happened. I was there,” he hisses at his bodyguard. For fucks sake, he’s not an idiot. The baby put his hand in his mouth, oblivious to their conversation.

He knew that Gozaburo was a monster, saw what he did to Seto to make the perfect heir, saw how he cuts off every part of Noa that wasn’t his image of what an omega should be. Hell, the fact that he’s considered the lucky one, because Gozaburo never saw much use for betas, even though most of his “Big 5” were betas, was twisted.

But seeing Yugi, the one that he was jealous of at one point because he was slowly bringing the old Seto back, being used by that man like all his other conquests…

It was his birthday trip. A chance for him and Seto and even Noa to bond. Only it wasn’t. Just a way to get them out while he used Yugi to get back at Seto.

He even left a little “gift” in Seto’s room. A reminder of what he did.

It was there for a week, sitting in the middle of his room, the blood rusty on the bright clothes.

He had to burn them. Cleanse it from Seto’s mind.

He thinks that Seto’s suppressed it. Seto never talks about it. He doesn’t want to bring it up.

It’s probably because he’s so ignored that he noticed what Roland was doing, sneaking away with things and acting more tense than usual.

It was easy then, figuring it out. That Gozaburo’s time with Yugi did more damage than he thought possible.

He looks way more like Yugi than that man. Well, Noa doesn’t look like his father, so it’s not like it isn’t expected.

“Oh, Ro- Mokuba! What are you doing here?” Yugi asks, his body looking different than when they last saw each other, especially around the chest.

“I told him I was coming, so I did,” Mokuba states, the baby lifting his little arms to his Oma.

“Bu- How did you-” Yugi stutters, almost flailing before he changes, his mind no doubt figuring out the reason, “How long have you known?”

“Does it matter?”

“It matters if your father figured it out,” Yugi points out, picking up his baby, who rubs himself on his mama.

“You think he cares enough to dig into what happened?”

Yugi sighs. “Hopefully not. Not until we get our plan into action.”

Now it’s Mokuba’s turn to be confused.

“There’s a clause in the company bylines,” Roland explains, “That every child of the Kaiba bloodline would get a percentage of the company stock. One percent for any omegas, two for betas, and three for alphas. I believe that it was a deterrent from the founder of Kaiba Corp to make sure that any… indiscretions from his family didn’t result in illegitimate children, though that’s only my theory.”

Mokuba’s eyes widened, realizing the golden opportunity.

“What’s the baby?” he spins around, his heart racing at the opportunity.

“His name is Yami,” Yugi scolds him, holding his baby tight against his chest.

“We just received the paperwork from the medical and legal department,” Roland answers.

“And?”

“We’ve got three percent,” Yugi says softly, his words a mix of sadness, anger, fear, and bitter satisfaction as his son nuzzled against him.

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Atem leans forward, wondering how Yami was worse after everything that’s happened.

“Yami troubles?” Dr. Banner, the science teacher, asked him.

Atem answers with a groan, the sun too bright on his face.

“What you should have said was “Your mom didn’t argue last night”,” Thomas, the guest lecture on dueling, said with a smirk.

“I’m not going to do that to him.” Atem looks up from his desk, the sun burning his eyes.

“Why not? You literally did fuck him. Wonder how Kaiba feels about that.”

“He’ll probably feel less that you if you don’t shut up,” he hissed, Thomas raising his hands before going away, leaving Atem with the tainted knowledge he tried to drink away.

Yami is Gozaburo’s son. Gozaburo died during Yugi’s first year of high school. Yugi knew the drug that Divine tried to give Aki.

All of this together paints a very, very ugly picture.

He should keep his distance, make sure that he doesn't get close with Yugi again, especially after-

"Excuse me?" A voice calls out, cutting though his thoughts.

"Yes?" He answers, trying to appear normal.

“Sorry for this, but can you handle Mouto-kun today? I have an appointment at the hospital and I need to be there pronto,” Banner, the science teacher, asks with an embarrassed look on his face.

“Uh, sure.”

Banner thanked him, promising him some donuts from that new place as he gathered his things and left.

Wait. Did he-

Crap.

He sunk into his seat. It figures, that the one time he doesn’t want to see Yugi is the time that he’s forced to.

Well, time to man up. It’s not like Yugi wants to actually continue this thing they have.

***

“Hello, Atem,” Yugi greets as he comes through the door, “this is a pleasant surprise. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Mouto-ku-, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Well, I’d like to think that we’ve gotten past this, considering things,” Yugi said, giving him a disappointed glare to match the pout on his face.

“I believe letting that color our relationship with each other would be a mistake,” he said firmly, trying to be professional about this.

“And I think that someone told you something they shouldn’t, because you definitely weren’t acting like this the meeting before the Conference. So, who do I have to-“

“Please, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know about the traum-“

“I’m not some fragile doll whose broken forever because of a mistake!”

“But Mokuba sai-“

“Of course he did,” Yugi said, shaking his head before looking at him. “Look, Mokuba, Seto, they feel guilty about what happened. Thinks it’s their fault. Treat me like I’m some fragile doll for that. But I’m not. I have good friends. I had therapy. I’ve had sex with people I actually wanted to be with. I don’t need you pitying me for things that happened years ago.”

“Even if I did pretty much the same,” Atem points out, wrapping his arms around himself.

“What? No, I asked you to help me,” Yugi argued, holding onto Atem’s hand. “You did nothing wrong.”

“How is it different? Because I doubt you would have been intimate with me if it wasn’t for that drink messing with your body like that. I mean, you’re so special and I’m just a-“

Yugi kisses him.

It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was a kiss.

“Listen. I’m not saying the way this started wasn’t a mess, but it was a mess I chose. I don’t want you blaming yourself for mistakes I make, got it?” Yugi explains, his finger on Atem’s lips.

Atem nods, very tempted to take his finger into his mouth.

“Good. Now, how about I show you my appreciation for your help last time,” Yugi croons, unbuttoning his pants.

To his embarrassment, he was aroused by their talks. The memories of that night…

He really is nothing more than a hormonal bea-

His thoughts were cut off by the feeling of lips against his equipment, his tongue lapping against his head as his talented hands danced upon his shaft. Atem’s grip on his armrest tightens.

“Are, I mean, were you planning this?” he managed out as Yugi’s mouth drove him to greater heights, mouthing and licking and sucking and-

He moans out loud as Yugi hums around his member, his head going down upon his shaft.

It was maddening, how much he was able to get down without gaging. He, he wasn’t as physically as big as other alphas in his family line, but it seemed that his size was well-compensated for his secondary sex.

Yugi moved away, his hands gripping onto Atem’s pants as he moved back and forth, back and forth, over and over, with his tongue acting as a guide for his…

He was close. Real close. But he didn’t want to come here.

“Inside, I, I want to come inside you,” he whimpered, Yugi releasing his head with a pop before giving him the most devious grin.

Atem’s mouth watered, staring in awe as Yugi pulls his pants down, waves of mellow floral scents filling the air as he does so.

 Yugi lifts his leg up, his secret valley exposed to Atem’s hungry gaze.

Atem licks and bites and sucks at his inner thigh, marking him, trying to erase the marks of a ghost on his beloved’s dear’s soul.

“Atemmm,” Yugi whined, his eyes hazy with desire, “Pleassse.”

Atem smirked, loving seeing Yugi so drowned in desire.

He moves his own pants down, his shaft hard as he lines it with Yugi’s slit.

“Any regrets?”

Yugi laughed, his smile a balm on his self-doubts. “For this, no.”

Atem smiles before pushing in, taking care to not force too much at once inside the game developer.

Yugi moans, his body clenching around him as Atem goes in, inch by inch, until he was fully inside him.

“God, that’s good~,” Yugi sighs, his leg thrown over Atem’s shoulder as Atem does a few shallow thrusts, making sure that Yugi’s face stays in a state of bliss before making love screwing Yugi on his desk, Atem grateful for once to being the last teacher in the building. One hand focused on keeping Yugi’s leg comfortable and in place, the other exploring territory that he couldn’t the first time, including the strange piercing on his scrotum that look like a series of rings.

Yugi came several times, though only once with his cock, which he assumes has some reasoning behind. Perhaps one day Yugi will tell him. In either case, Yugi was prepared, taking a container of wipes out of his bag.

“Do you have these frequently?” He whispers in Yugi’s ear as he cleans the omega’s body.

“No, but I had the feeling I’d need them today,” Yugi said with a cheeky grin.

“Well, I’m very grateful for your forethought,” he said with a kiss, tossing the wipe in the trash as Yugi wipes Atem’s flaccid cock clean.

“Maybe we could meet at the game shop? Talk a bit more about this?” Yugi gestures to the air between them.

“I’d like that.”

Yugi smiles back before leaving, waving goodbye with a swager in his step, even with the limp.

Atem finished his after-school work easily enough. Perhaps all he needed was to talk about things before assuming what’s best.

He left his classroom, only to met with Crowler, who was giving him the most disappointed look on his face.

***

After that day, Yami Kaiba stopped deliberately acting out. He still got into too many fights outside of class through.