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Adult ++
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A Mistake
Chapter: 3
Pairing: Seto/Seth
Rating: NC-17
Warning: buckets of unintentional angst, Atem's bastardization, destructive relationship, and OOC characters.
Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, Shueisha, and Konami Japan. I do not own the series nor the characters.
A/N: Both Seto and Seth are in their early twenties. Other YGO characters will be around their age also unless specifically told otherwise.
Raven and Millie Ishtar Motou: Thank you so much for the review. I won't guarantee that you two will like this chapter but please read.
DarkAddictions: Thanks for the cookies *hugs*. Your question about Seth's feelings will be totally answered at the end of this chapter.
Ayachan: The priest's reaction is also included but it's not what you expect. Sorry.
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Seth was born in Egypt, the loved child of a well-respected man named Akunadin and his beautiful wife, Kisara, who came from the United State where they moved and settled there before he could learn to talk. Raised in the loving arm of his parents, his life was filled with joy happiness and would have remained so if a misfortune didn't befall them -- his mother passed away due to a congenital disease when he was five, leaving him to the care of his father who gradually grew harsh and distant after the incidence.
He grew up under strict discipline, love given to him in the form of late night studying and training in every possible field, some he might never have to use in his life. Young but much brilliant, he went to Stanford and graduated with a M.A. degree in Education in addition to a teaching credential in social science. It was not long after his graduation and acceptance of his first job at a local high school that he met his first love, Atem. His father didn't disapprove of his sexual preference nor Atem who was the treasured son of his boss -- in fact, it was his father who introduced him to Atem during a social dinner between two families.
During the time together, Atem showed him both pain and pleasure, blurring the line between heaven and hell. Relationship, however, wasn't all about sex. He soon found out that Atem was a real dictator, both demanding and self-centered. Not much of a listener, Atem often disregarded his opinions and invaded his much needed privacy. Despite all the nights of passion, they failed to live in concord and eventually separated after a quarrel which consisted of a blackened eye, split lower lip and bruised stomach on his part and nearly the same thing on Atem's part although in a less serious condition. The brevity of their relationship pained him deeply for he had not much experience in the matter. He kept his indifferent facade but inside, he was breaking apart. In the end, he decided to move to another city although he still maintained the deep connection with his father who understood his need to stay away from the place where it hurt most.
It was at this city that he met Seto. He had come across a secluded bar on the way home from work, merely wanting to try a few drinks but the only empty table belonged to a slight form seated in a corner. The offer startled and embarrassed him because he had not expected it. When Seto looked up, he had just a glimpse of him in the faint light but it was enough -- he was both moved by the beauty and the profound sadness in Seto's eyes. It was, at first, sheer pity that caused him to agree to the offer but then, perhaps, his loneliness made him a selfish man, wanting to have someone around who could momentarily distract him from the haunted past. It was both pathetic and weak to admit his emotional pain and sorrow but if he collapsed down, let the one who saw it a stranger whom he never encountered again, not someone who knew. Who knew and sympathized but didn't understand.
When they walked outside, he realized he must be insane to ever consider of bringing a prostitute to his apartment. He was not one who would regret his decision, however. It was not long before he learnt that Seto's laconic nature was not unlike his, such a dramatic difference from Atem's loquacity. Although Seto was less than an acquaintance, they spent time cooking and having dinner together like best friends, the presence of another being surprisingly comforting and soothing his wounded heart. He found himself smile at Seto's seeming shyness and awkwardness being at the receiving end of simple gesture like having lent a scarf or offer to have dinner as a guest as if the other brunet was unaccustomed to being around other people. But then, that would make no sense because he'd found Seto in an overcrowded bar and also, considering Seto's 'profession'...
He forcefully pushed that knowledge aside for his years of education prohibited him from looking down on another human being. They had a good time together and it was more than enough.
He was happy but exhausted after a long day. When Seto climbed into his bed with not a single piece of cloth on and told him, "I'm giving you the service you pay for," he was a little more than shocked. Having been indulging himself in his own little cocoon of false satisfaction like a butterfly whose fragile wings fluttering in the wind, refusing to leave the chrysalis to face the cold reality. He didn't expect it, didn't want another body in his bed, let alone on top of him, touching him, kissing him. He should but he didn't. Perhaps, he had been deceiving himself again in the very same way he had believed in the travesty of love from Atem who had torn him from the inside out and left the pieces of his heart to put back together. Seto was by no means a friend, nor a brother, sister, or lover. This stranger looked at him with eyes promising of pleasure... paid pleasure -- a mockery of the past prying at the gash in his heart which had yet healed.
Illusions shattered like broken glasses, he was too disoriented to stop Seto. His body responded to the familiar stimulations, traitorous mind asking him to lose himself in the sea of euphoria. It felt wrong but he didn't want Seto to stop, clinging onto the last shred of comfort and striving for completion. It was over as quickly as it had started. He didn't open his eyes even after he returned from the climax, feeling Seto's hand on his forehead, too gentle and loving that it almost filled the emptiness inside him. Not long after Seto was asleep, head buried into the crook of his neck, he couldn't help but smell Seto's hair, look at the dark crescents of Seto's eyelashes, and eventually, Seto's hand on his chest. He remembered the brief yet caring touch from that hand and realized how much he'd always craved for such thing. It was cruel to pretend that he was not alone for a few more hours but then, after suffering too much pain, the heart yearned to dwell in happiness even if the happiness was false and even if the aftermath would break it further.
He reached over to turn off the lamp, wrapped his arm around Seto and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Pairing: Seto/Seth
Rating: NC-17
Warning: buckets of unintentional angst, Atem's bastardization, destructive relationship, and OOC characters.
Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh is the property of Kazuki Takahashi, Shueisha, and Konami Japan. I do not own the series nor the characters.
A/N: Both Seto and Seth are in their early twenties. Other YGO characters will be around their age also unless specifically told otherwise.
Raven and Millie Ishtar Motou: Thank you so much for the review. I won't guarantee that you two will like this chapter but please read.
DarkAddictions: Thanks for the cookies *hugs*. Your question about Seth's feelings will be totally answered at the end of this chapter.
Ayachan: The priest's reaction is also included but it's not what you expect. Sorry.
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Seth was born in Egypt, the loved child of a well-respected man named Akunadin and his beautiful wife, Kisara, who came from the United State where they moved and settled there before he could learn to talk. Raised in the loving arm of his parents, his life was filled with joy happiness and would have remained so if a misfortune didn't befall them -- his mother passed away due to a congenital disease when he was five, leaving him to the care of his father who gradually grew harsh and distant after the incidence.
He grew up under strict discipline, love given to him in the form of late night studying and training in every possible field, some he might never have to use in his life. Young but much brilliant, he went to Stanford and graduated with a M.A. degree in Education in addition to a teaching credential in social science. It was not long after his graduation and acceptance of his first job at a local high school that he met his first love, Atem. His father didn't disapprove of his sexual preference nor Atem who was the treasured son of his boss -- in fact, it was his father who introduced him to Atem during a social dinner between two families.
During the time together, Atem showed him both pain and pleasure, blurring the line between heaven and hell. Relationship, however, wasn't all about sex. He soon found out that Atem was a real dictator, both demanding and self-centered. Not much of a listener, Atem often disregarded his opinions and invaded his much needed privacy. Despite all the nights of passion, they failed to live in concord and eventually separated after a quarrel which consisted of a blackened eye, split lower lip and bruised stomach on his part and nearly the same thing on Atem's part although in a less serious condition. The brevity of their relationship pained him deeply for he had not much experience in the matter. He kept his indifferent facade but inside, he was breaking apart. In the end, he decided to move to another city although he still maintained the deep connection with his father who understood his need to stay away from the place where it hurt most.
It was at this city that he met Seto. He had come across a secluded bar on the way home from work, merely wanting to try a few drinks but the only empty table belonged to a slight form seated in a corner. The offer startled and embarrassed him because he had not expected it. When Seto looked up, he had just a glimpse of him in the faint light but it was enough -- he was both moved by the beauty and the profound sadness in Seto's eyes. It was, at first, sheer pity that caused him to agree to the offer but then, perhaps, his loneliness made him a selfish man, wanting to have someone around who could momentarily distract him from the haunted past. It was both pathetic and weak to admit his emotional pain and sorrow but if he collapsed down, let the one who saw it a stranger whom he never encountered again, not someone who knew. Who knew and sympathized but didn't understand.
When they walked outside, he realized he must be insane to ever consider of bringing a prostitute to his apartment. He was not one who would regret his decision, however. It was not long before he learnt that Seto's laconic nature was not unlike his, such a dramatic difference from Atem's loquacity. Although Seto was less than an acquaintance, they spent time cooking and having dinner together like best friends, the presence of another being surprisingly comforting and soothing his wounded heart. He found himself smile at Seto's seeming shyness and awkwardness being at the receiving end of simple gesture like having lent a scarf or offer to have dinner as a guest as if the other brunet was unaccustomed to being around other people. But then, that would make no sense because he'd found Seto in an overcrowded bar and also, considering Seto's 'profession'...
He forcefully pushed that knowledge aside for his years of education prohibited him from looking down on another human being. They had a good time together and it was more than enough.
He was happy but exhausted after a long day. When Seto climbed into his bed with not a single piece of cloth on and told him, "I'm giving you the service you pay for," he was a little more than shocked. Having been indulging himself in his own little cocoon of false satisfaction like a butterfly whose fragile wings fluttering in the wind, refusing to leave the chrysalis to face the cold reality. He didn't expect it, didn't want another body in his bed, let alone on top of him, touching him, kissing him. He should but he didn't. Perhaps, he had been deceiving himself again in the very same way he had believed in the travesty of love from Atem who had torn him from the inside out and left the pieces of his heart to put back together. Seto was by no means a friend, nor a brother, sister, or lover. This stranger looked at him with eyes promising of pleasure... paid pleasure -- a mockery of the past prying at the gash in his heart which had yet healed.
Illusions shattered like broken glasses, he was too disoriented to stop Seto. His body responded to the familiar stimulations, traitorous mind asking him to lose himself in the sea of euphoria. It felt wrong but he didn't want Seto to stop, clinging onto the last shred of comfort and striving for completion. It was over as quickly as it had started. He didn't open his eyes even after he returned from the climax, feeling Seto's hand on his forehead, too gentle and loving that it almost filled the emptiness inside him. Not long after Seto was asleep, head buried into the crook of his neck, he couldn't help but smell Seto's hair, look at the dark crescents of Seto's eyelashes, and eventually, Seto's hand on his chest. He remembered the brief yet caring touch from that hand and realized how much he'd always craved for such thing. It was cruel to pretend that he was not alone for a few more hours but then, after suffering too much pain, the heart yearned to dwell in happiness even if the happiness was false and even if the aftermath would break it further.
He reached over to turn off the lamp, wrapped his arm around Seto and soon fell into a deep sleep.