Strangers When We Meet
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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21
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Chapter Twelve: Goodbye
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
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AN: THIS IS ONE OF TWO NEW CHAPTERS ADDED TODAY. REVIEWS = LOVE.
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CHAPTER TWELVE: GOODBYE
The week so hectic that Seto didn’t have time to think about any of the things that had happened the night the pharaoh had died. He barely saw Atem except for official business or ceremony in which countless others were present. He avoided Atem’s gaze, afraid to look him in the eye. He wasn’t ready to face that yet. All he wanted to do was do his job as the high priest and avoid all the complicated details that were becoming his life. But things were starting to go back to normal, which scared Seto. He’d soon have to face what had happened. And if he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what that meant or what he was going to do.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts, listening to Shimon continue.
“Therefore, since the guards are now positioned at the late pharaoh’s tomb, we can begin the reign of our new pharaoh, Atemu IV of the 19th dynasty.”
The priests nodded in agreement, ushering out to do their daily errands and responsibilities. Seto shifted uncomfortably, watching as the room slowly emptied to leave just the pharaoh and himself. Seto’s errands and responsibilities lay with the pharaoh, he would have to face him now.
“Seto.” Atem nervously spoke.
Seto stood facing away from the pharaoh, “Yes?”
Seto waited for Atem to speak, his heart was pounding and he didn’t even know why. Why wasn’t he saying anything? The silence was killing him. He turned around, looking at Atem who was staring back at him.
They stared at each other a few more moments, Seto growing more impatient at what Atem was going to say.
“Nothing.” He finally spoke, averting his gaze.
Seto nodded, leaving the room.
He went back to his chambers, pouring over the books he had scattered across his desk. He planned on losing himself in his work like he’d been doing all week.
He heard a small thump from across his room, turning around to find Bakura smirking at him.
“Well, week’s over.” He said with a shrug, slinking over to the priest.
“Yes.” Seto said, turning back to his work.
Bakura scoffed, “Well don’t get too excited.”
“Sorry, its just been busy.” Seto muttered. He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Bakura’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Well, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Bakura nibbled at Seto’s ear, kissing down his jaw line.
Seto didn’t say anything, staying still as Bakura continued to kiss down to his neck, making his body go on edge. The thief pulled his chair back, standing in front of him. He looked up at Bakura, who was smirking down at him mischievously. He straddled Seto, threading his fingers through the priest’s hair.
“I think I want you inside of me this time.” Bakura huskily whispered in Seto’s ear.
“Bakura, I—“
“Shhh…I’ve been waiting all week. Enough talk.” He said, pulling at the priest’s clothes. Seto tried pulling his hands away but Bakura was adamant, rubbing his crotch ruthlessly against Seto’s.
“Bakura, please.” Seto pleaded.
The thief sighed in agitation, letting his hands fall to his sides.
“What?” He angrily asked.
“I don’t want to do this right now.”
Bakura sneered, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just—“ Seto sighed.
Bakura impatiently waited for Seto to speak.
“I think maybe we should—“
“What?” Bakura hissed.
“Maybe we should take a break.” Seto quickly spoke, turning away from Bakura’s penetrating gaze.
“Why?”
“I just…I never see you and its just not working.”
“What’s not working?” Bakura spat, standing up to glare down at Seto.
“This…just seeing each other and doing it and then you leaving.”
“Is that all you see this as?”
“Bakura, I just—“
“You’re lying.” Bakura cut in.
“What?”
“I can tell that’s not the real reason.”
“What do you mean?” Seto nervously asked.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Bakura angrily spoke.
Seto avoided Bakura’s gaze, shaking his head with a long sigh.
“Bakura, that’s, that’s not even—“
Bakura scoffed, walking to the window.
“Fuck you, Seto.” He said, leaving the priest behind.
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AN: THIS IS ONE OF TWO NEW CHAPTERS ADDED TODAY. REVIEWS = LOVE.
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CHAPTER TWELVE: GOODBYE
The week so hectic that Seto didn’t have time to think about any of the things that had happened the night the pharaoh had died. He barely saw Atem except for official business or ceremony in which countless others were present. He avoided Atem’s gaze, afraid to look him in the eye. He wasn’t ready to face that yet. All he wanted to do was do his job as the high priest and avoid all the complicated details that were becoming his life. But things were starting to go back to normal, which scared Seto. He’d soon have to face what had happened. And if he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what that meant or what he was going to do.
He pulled himself out of his thoughts, listening to Shimon continue.
“Therefore, since the guards are now positioned at the late pharaoh’s tomb, we can begin the reign of our new pharaoh, Atemu IV of the 19th dynasty.”
The priests nodded in agreement, ushering out to do their daily errands and responsibilities. Seto shifted uncomfortably, watching as the room slowly emptied to leave just the pharaoh and himself. Seto’s errands and responsibilities lay with the pharaoh, he would have to face him now.
“Seto.” Atem nervously spoke.
Seto stood facing away from the pharaoh, “Yes?”
Seto waited for Atem to speak, his heart was pounding and he didn’t even know why. Why wasn’t he saying anything? The silence was killing him. He turned around, looking at Atem who was staring back at him.
They stared at each other a few more moments, Seto growing more impatient at what Atem was going to say.
“Nothing.” He finally spoke, averting his gaze.
Seto nodded, leaving the room.
He went back to his chambers, pouring over the books he had scattered across his desk. He planned on losing himself in his work like he’d been doing all week.
He heard a small thump from across his room, turning around to find Bakura smirking at him.
“Well, week’s over.” He said with a shrug, slinking over to the priest.
“Yes.” Seto said, turning back to his work.
Bakura scoffed, “Well don’t get too excited.”
“Sorry, its just been busy.” Seto muttered. He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Bakura’s arms wrap around him from behind.
“Well, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Bakura nibbled at Seto’s ear, kissing down his jaw line.
Seto didn’t say anything, staying still as Bakura continued to kiss down to his neck, making his body go on edge. The thief pulled his chair back, standing in front of him. He looked up at Bakura, who was smirking down at him mischievously. He straddled Seto, threading his fingers through the priest’s hair.
“I think I want you inside of me this time.” Bakura huskily whispered in Seto’s ear.
“Bakura, I—“
“Shhh…I’ve been waiting all week. Enough talk.” He said, pulling at the priest’s clothes. Seto tried pulling his hands away but Bakura was adamant, rubbing his crotch ruthlessly against Seto’s.
“Bakura, please.” Seto pleaded.
The thief sighed in agitation, letting his hands fall to his sides.
“What?” He angrily asked.
“I don’t want to do this right now.”
Bakura sneered, “What’s wrong with you?”
“I just—“ Seto sighed.
Bakura impatiently waited for Seto to speak.
“I think maybe we should—“
“What?” Bakura hissed.
“Maybe we should take a break.” Seto quickly spoke, turning away from Bakura’s penetrating gaze.
“Why?”
“I just…I never see you and its just not working.”
“What’s not working?” Bakura spat, standing up to glare down at Seto.
“This…just seeing each other and doing it and then you leaving.”
“Is that all you see this as?”
“Bakura, I just—“
“You’re lying.” Bakura cut in.
“What?”
“I can tell that’s not the real reason.”
“What do you mean?” Seto nervously asked.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Bakura angrily spoke.
Seto avoided Bakura’s gaze, shaking his head with a long sigh.
“Bakura, that’s, that’s not even—“
Bakura scoffed, walking to the window.
“Fuck you, Seto.” He said, leaving the priest behind.