Strangers When We Meet

STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET

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AN: I’ll be interested to hear the reaction from this one. ;) I'll add reviews on Thursday! :)

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CHAPTER TEN: CONFUSION

“So…how did I do?”

“Perfect.” Seto laughed.

“I know.” Atem grinned, following Seto through the towering columns, away from the crowds and passerby’s.

“Thought that ceremony was never going to end though. Sometimes my Dad just goes on and on and on.” Atem sighed.

“Well, he is the pharaoh.”

Atem sighed, “Yeah, well we better go finish this thing off. So, do we really have to do that dressing ceremony every morning like Shimon was saying?”

Seto nodded, “Yes.”

Atem shivered, “So…Shimon has really seen my Dad naked?”

Seto laughed, “Yes, but that is what is expected of the high priest—to present the pharaoh to his people and his Gods every morning in the appropriate attire.”

“Which means they can’t dress on their own and need to be bathed in perfumes and spices with help?”

“Pretty much.” Seto smiled.

Atem shrugged, “I’m going to get so lazy.” He grinned.

“Well come on, I don’t have to bathe you today, but Shimon does want me to learn what perfumes to use.”

The two strode across the temple, making their way to the baths. Shimon stood waiting for them, tapping his foot impatiently.

“What? We’re on time!” Atem cried defensively. Shimon frowned, shaking his head while he followed the two into the small room where the daily morning ceremony took place. The room was filled with spices and perfumes, all surrounding a large stone slab situated in the center. Shimon gestured the prince towards it, Atem obliged with a sigh, hopping onto the slab, swinging his legs. Shimon frowned, sighing as he began to laden Seto with bottles and scents.

“I don’t have time to make sure you follow each step, but I have no doubt you’ll do fine Seto. Just follow the parchment I’ve written for you, it details each step along with which prayers are to be performed. I have a meeting with the pharaoh now.” Shimon left, leaving Seto staring after him.

“Great.” He sighed, setting the bottles back down. Atem snickered, watching as Seto deciphered Shimon’s small, cramped writing.

Seto shrugged, grabbing the first jar of cream. He took a large scoop, beginning to rub it into the prince’s arms.

“Oooh, that’s cold.” Atem winced.

“Sorry.” Seto smiled, rubbing the cream in. A few moments passed in silence as Seto worked, quietly murmuring the prayers as he went. Atem watched him as he worked, smiling as Seto’s eyes darted between his hands and the parchment as he worked. He leaned forward, gently rubbing his head against Seto’s his breath hitting the priest’s temple. Seto looked up, gasping as Atem’s lips met with his. He dropped the jar of cream, hearing it shatter as it hit the ground. Quickly, he stumbled back, looking at Atem in confusion.

“What-what are you doing?” He stuttered.

“I thought you wanted that too.”

Seto shook his head, “I can’t.”

Atem’s head dropped, covering his hands with his face. “Oh God, I’m such an idiot.”

“No!” Seto took a few steps forward before stepping back again in hesitation. “No, I just…its really not…its not you its just…”

“No, no, you don’t have to explain, Seto.”

“No, really, I’m—“

“Really, I’m sorry, don’t explain, I was just being stupid.” Atem sighed, jumping off the table.

Seto blinked in confusion, awkwardly shifting as Atem cleaned up the jar of cream.

“Can we just finish this tomorrow? I’m pretty tired.” Atem asked, throwing the remains away.

Seto nodded, not wanting to meet Atem’s gaze. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He cleared his throat, nodding with a wave as Atem left.

“Fuck.” Seto sighed, shaking his head.

He entered his chambers with a long sigh, collapsing onto the bed with a groan of frustration.

“Hard day?”

Seto quickly sat up, adjusting his uniform. “Oh, um…no just long.”

“Need someway to relieve some stress?” Bakura smirked, climbing behind Seto and wrapping his arms around him.

Seto didn’t say anything, just staring at the floor in thought.

“I’m sorry about the other night. I had no right to say those things.” Bakura brushed his lips across Seto’s neck.

“Okay.”

“Is that all?”

“What?” Seto looked back at Bakura.

Bakura shrugged, “Nothing, I just figured there would be more.”

Seto shook his head, looking back to the floor.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bakura asked, his voice barely hiding his irritation.

“Nothing.”

Bakura ran his hand down Seto’s chest, running his tongue around the curve of his ear. He rubbed his groin suggestively against the priest’s ass. His other hand gripping Seto’s shoulder tightly.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Seto quietly responded, still thinking about earlier.

Bakura pushed Seto back into the bed, pressing his lips hard against Seto’s.

“Fuck, I’ve missed that taste.” Bakura groaned, tearing at Seto’s clothes.

“Be careful.” Seto grabbed Bakura’s shaky hands, pulling them away to take the clothes off himself.

Bakura scoffed, “You didn’t care about that last time.”

“Sorry.” He said, watching Bakura as he pulled off his own clothes, leaving them both naked. Bakura was already erect as he pushed Seto back into the bed, crawling down Seto’s body so that his cock hung in front the priest’s face.

Seto whimpered as he engulfed him whole, bobbing in and out and sucking hard. He lifted his head, wrapping his lips around the thief’s dripping cock. He heard Bakura give a grunt, momentarily pausing as Seto slowly wrapped his lips around most of Bakura, pushing his cock in till it hit the back of his throat. He gave a long moan as Bakura began sucking again, the vibrations sending pleasure-filled tremors through the thief’s body.

Bakura thrusted down into Seto’s mouth, begging for him to suck faster. He sped up his own pace, pressing his tongue hard against the underside of Seto’s shaft as he bobbed. Seto grunted, running his hands across Bakura’s hips to steady him. Bakura looked back, throwing his head back as Seto furthered his pace, his hands running over Bakura’s ass.

“Fu-fuck.” He grunted, plunging Seto’s cock down his mouth again. The priest’s hips thrusted up, shaky as his climax neared. Bakura lapped at the precum, letting his tongue swirl around the head teasingly, smirking at the way it made Seto twist and moan. He engulfed him whole again, ready to make him cum as he bobbed in and out at a quick pace. Seto gave whimpering cries around Bakura’s cock as he felt the build-up grow in intensity, he sucked in Bakura’s cock, letting his tongue glide down and trace the veins as he pulled it out and back in again.

Bakura continued to suck, humming as Seto’s hips jerked and thrusted more desperately until with a strangled moan he felt the warm, salty liquid drip down his throat, swallowing each drop greedily. Seto whimpered as he felt Bakura lap it all up, continuing to suck his over-sensitive cock as shocks tremored through his body.

Bakura looked back, watching in lust as Seto sucked him off, he moaned as he pushed his cock farther down Seto’s throat. With a deep groan, Bakura came, his cum splashing down Seto’s throat. He wasted no time, pulling Seto up so that he was on all fours, Bakura came around him, spreading his legs and ass. The priest cried out as Bakura thrusted his tongue into him, throwing his head back as it swirled around his entrance before he tongue-fucked him, alternating between quick, shallow jabs and long, languorous licks.

“Bakura! Fuck Bakura…” Seto desperately cried as he pushed back onto Bakura’s mouth.

Bakura grabbed his hips, steadying his as he continued to lick and suck on Seto. His tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscles, pushing in as far as he could before pulling out again.

“Seto, may I have a word?” Shimon gave three quick raps to the door.

Seto gasped, scrambling off the bed.

“One moment!” He called, quickly grabbing his clothes.

“Just meet me in the library.”

“Okay!” Seto sighed in relief.

Bakura smirked, watching as Seto grabbed his clothes from around the room.

“I can come later if you want and we can finish.” Bakura suggested.

“That’s okay, I’ll be back late.” Seto said, not looking at Bakura.

“Fine.” Bakura tried to keep the anger from his voice as he watched Seto dress in silence.

Seto looked back to Bakura with a morose expression.

He shook his head, “I’m sorry Bakura, I’ve just been really distracted lately.” He hugged the thief tightly, feeling the thief slowly wrap his arms around him.

“I wish it could be like it was the night we saw each other again.” Seto whispered against Bakura’s skin.

“Me too.”

Seto smiled, nuzzling into the thief’s neck, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

Seto paused, “I don’t deserve you.”

Bakura held him tighter, breathing in his scent—a mixture of musk, mingled with the subtle scent of sweat and sex that only he would know was there.

“Everyone deserves someone.”