Shadow Rising

Ah, the cats are gone… somewhere, so I finally get some peace and quiet. *Hears scratching at the door and turns the music up so she can ignore it.*
Okay, excuse for today. Umm… There was a black cat on my screen so I didn’t want to get cursed. *Offers anime-style grin.*

Demi: (Who wasn’t outside) She’s been watching too much Naruto lately.

D’Ceandre: Well!

For those of you who are worried, I’m not planning on having Set break Kaiba. It would just be wrong. They’re just having some trouble getting used to each other, which, considering Kaiba’s dominant personality, as opposed to the submissive natures of the other hikari (except for Anzu), isn’t surprising.
And, as I promised last chapter, Set and Kaiba get it on.

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“You’re too stressed again.” Set lounged on the bed, watching Kaiba. It had been three hours since they had noticed Mokuba missing. Kaiba had blamed Set at first, despite the priest’s assurances that he wasn’t behind the disappearance.

Kaiba’s hands clenched into fists as he tried to keep from exploding at his yami. He had done that only an hour before, and all it had gained him was fifteen minutes held under the Rod’s control, until Set had decided he had cooled off enough to be allowed loose again.

“I’m fine.” He tried to force his voice into its regular tone. By Set’s expression, he didn’t do that good a job.

“Come lie down.” Kaiba considered arguing, but the way Set was casually stroking the Rod changed his mind. He lay down stiffly beside the spirit.

“Sleep.” The Spirit began humming that tune again and Kaiba found himself obeying. He was sure magic was being used to control him slightly, but this once he didn’t fight it.

******

Hands caressed his chest, lips pressing kisses to the heated skin. He tried to move his own hands, found them immobilized at his sides.

“Still too tense.” The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He couldn’t see the form that moved above him, but the weight was strangely comforting.

“Do you trust me?’ The hands dipped lower. He took in a breath, expecting to feel nervous, but there was only need and trust.

“Yes.” He breathed. “Please.”

“As you wish.” A sand-roughened hand was stroking him, and he hissed at the friction, feeling himself come erect. Lips caught his in a gentle kiss, dry and a little chapped. He opened willingly when the other’s tongue lapped at his lips, and felt it slip between to play with his own, caressing and sliding over his teeth and palate. His tongue was pulled into his partner’s mouth, and he moaned as it was sucked on. A slight nip and the wet muscle was released. He gasped for breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air, only adding to his heady feeling.

The hands returned to his skin, spreading something cool and wet over it. It tingled pleasantly, and seemed to heighten his skin’s sensitivity. He moaned again, whispered pleas falling from his lips.

A sharp pain at his throat made him gasp, as blunt teeth dug in, then that talented tongue was bathing the wound, lips pressing to suck, drawing more blood to the surface.

He pulled against the invisible bonds holding his arms still, begging to be allowed to move, to touch, but his only answer was a low chuckle.

He whimpered a protest as the body above him moved away, but it quickly turned to a keening wail when something warm and wet closed over the head of his erection.

It pulled back and the other man teased the slit with his tongue, then lapped at the shaft like it was a Popsicle, before moving to take just the head back in, sucking lightly.

“Please.” He moaned again, and the man complied, drawing him in deeply. Amused chuckles sent delicious vibrations down his cock, and he tried to push his hips up, to get more, but like the rest of him, they refused to obey.

He tensed suddenly as he felt something press against his opening, worming inside. Fear flared within him for a moment, and he whimpered again.

“Hush.” A gentle hand stroked over his stomach and rubbed small circles on his hip, in an attempt to calm him. “Relax.”

He found himself obeying, letting the finger move in and out of him. It was joined by a second, and he tensed again, but the pain that his mind whispered he should be feeling didn’t come, though there was a little bit of discomfort.

Then the questing fingers brushed against something inside, and he gasped, shuddering at the pleasure that raced to every nerve. It was brushed against again, and another wave shot through him. Then the fingers were gone, and he felt empty. Something bigger pressed against him, slipped inside, just passing the first ring of tight muscle.

“Wake up now.” The voice demanded. He protested; if this was just a dream, he knew he didn’t want to wake up, though he wasn’t sure why.

******

“Come on, Little Dragon.”

Kaiba’s eyes shot open, as he came back to himself. It was a good thing Set had pinned his arms to his side, because the younger brunet’s first instinct was to try to escape. When that didn’t work, he fixed his yami with a cold glare.

“Get off of me.” He ordered, squirming slightly. He froze when he felt something still inside him. “Not just a dream.” He murmured.

“No, though you were in a dream-state. Just to calm you down.” Kaiba tried to pull free again, flinching as Set edged inside a bit more.

“Nothing I’ve done has hurt you yet, has it?” Set commented, a slight reprimand in his tone. Kaiba had to admit he was right. Pain had been the farthest thing from his thoughts.

His arms were released, and Set rubbed his stomach with one hand again, the other going back to stroke his shaft. Kaiba sighed as his fear released its hold, letting the other, suppressed, emotions run wild.

With a quick thrust, Set buried himself in the hot passage. His mouth came down to swallow Kaiba’s gasp, as his muscles tightened again. The Priest forced himself to stillness until the CEO relaxed again, then began a slow steady pace. It wasn’t long before Kaiba was making mewling sounds in the back of his throat. His hands gripped Set’s arms, pulling him closer, and his hips bucked up, trying to encourage the Egyptian to speed up.

“Tell me what you want, Dragon.” He knew what the younger teen wanted, but he wanted to hear him beg for it.

“Set, please.” Kaiba pleaded, trying to thrust up again, temporarily ignoring the fact that he didn’t plead.

“Please what?” His answer was another whine, and more silent encouragement.

“Well, if you won’t tell me.” Set pulled back, just a bit, but it was enough to break the last bit of Kaiba’s self-control.

“No, please. Fuck me.” It was still more a demand then begging, but Set decided to give in. Pressing close, he sped up his strokes, each thrust hitting that special spot within, drawing cries and moans from the body beneath him. Tongues danced together, bodies slick with sweat rubbing against each other.

Kaiba broke the kiss, gasping for air, as one hand snaked down to clutch at his own erection, the hot touch enough to send him over the edge with a scream. He marvelled in the feelings coming over him. He had had forced orgasms before, but nothing like this… there weren’t words to describe this sense of endless flying.

The tightening of Kaiba’s muscles was enough to bring the Priest to the edge as well, though his release was much quieter, if no less intense.

Set pulled out slowly, rolling over and pulling Kaiba over on top of him, holding him in place when he tried half-heartedly to pull away.

It felt odd to have someone hugging him; the only one who had ever done so had been Mokuba. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, and with only a token resistance, Kaiba fell asleep again.

******

“When my brother finds me, you’re going to wish you never heard of the Kaibas.”

“Ra, do you ever shut up?” Nui glared at Mokuba. He wouldn’t admit it, but the boy had a point. Eventually someone would go looking a bit closer to home, and find him, and that certainly wouldn’t help his plans any.

“I hope he enslaves your mind with the Millennium Rod and makes you do ballet naked in the street.”

The former Pharaoh stared at his captive again.

“Ballet?” He held up a hand to forestall any explanation. “Never mind. Your petty amusements aren’t worth my time. Wait. Did you say your brother’s toy can enslave minds?”

“Uh…. No?” Mokuba offered.

“That’s perfect.” Nui picked up a piece of parchment he had found upstairs, and a strange looking writing implement, and wrote out a ransom demand. It never occurred to him to wonder how he knew how to write in Japanese, no more then he wondered how it was that he could speak and understand the language. He just did.

Leaving the boy tied up, he slipped through the halls with the note, once more using his powers to conceal himself, and slipped the note under Kaiba’s door, where he would be sure to find it when he awoke in the morning.

******

Kaiba was understandably confused when the alarm awoke him. After all, it wasn’t often that he awoke practically wrapped around someone, especially not someone unmistakably male and adult.

The brunet sat up, looked at his bed-partner and suddenly remembered everything.

“Mokuba.” He exclaimed, reaching for his clothes. Set just made an annoyed sound.

“If whoever took him is going to ransom him, they’ll send a letter. If they were going to kill him, he’d already be dead.”

“And that makes me feel a whole lot better. I could have been looking for him last night, if you hadn’t…” Kaiba froze. Set sighed, poking him with the glowing Rod.

“You are going to stop going so crazy about this, even if I have to control you the whole day. Running around like a chicken with its head cut off is not going to find the boy any faster. Besides, you didn’t complain last night.

“Yes I did.” Kaiba snarled, fighting the mind control. “You just ignored me.”

“Hmm.” Set waved the Rod and it released Kaiba. “Go… do whatever it is you do in the morning. You’ve got lessons to go to.”

Kaiba stood and turned, glaring hard at the unconcerned Priest. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and stalked off to the bathroom.

“Finally, you’re learning.” Set murmured, before stretching out to relax a little while longer.

******

“I want my Rod back.” Marik growled, as he and Bakura watched Kaiba get out of his limousine from where they perched on a low brick wall.

“Ah, poor boy can’t have any more fun without his little toy?” Bakura mocked, then cursed when Marik pushed him backwards off the wall.

“I haven’t been able to send anyone to the Shadow Realm and there seems to be even more annoying people around then there used to be.” He frowned. “And Malik seems to have forgotten who’s boss. Again.”

“Ah, what did he do, tell you no last night?”

“No. He told me he wasn’t going to support me all his life and that if I didn’t get a job he was going to kick me out.” Bakura burst out laughing.

“Oh, now that’s funny.”

“Sure you don’t want to trade hikari? Ryou’s much easier to handle.”

“That’s because I don’t let him pull the stunts you let Malik pull. Beat the shit out of him a couple times and he’ll smarten up.”

“Hey, I know. Let me borrow the Ring. Just for today.”

“Hell, no. If you’re that upset over it, go talk Kaiba into giving you back the Rod.”

“He won’t do that.”

“He will if you tell him it’ll get rid of the Priest.”

“Will it?”

“No, but by the time he figures that out, it won’t matter.”

“I’m bored. Let’s go pull a prank.”

“Hmm. Sex in the principal’s office again?”

“With the intercom on?”

Smirking evilly, both Yami headed into the school.

******

Yeah, random. But I just realised that aside from getting in Yami and Set’s ways when they’re trying to seduce their hikari, Marik and Bakura have actually been behaving, which is seldom a good sign.

Poor Ryou and Malik…