Catching Kaiba

Disclaimer: The chapter you are about to read is a work of complete and utter fiction for which I won’t be paid because I am using characters that don’t belong to me.

Oh dear! I can’t believe I totally forgot about this story. So many of you were kind enough to review and it probably looks like I just slacked off. I wrote this chapter like two months ago and just needed to edit it but I guess I got distracted by stories on my other account. I’m so sorry! I hope people are still willing to read this. And now, the next chapter and my first full blown lemon in a very long time.

Seto was trying to sleep off the strangeness of his last two days in the large oversized bed of the mansion’s master bedroom. After his not so well thought out tryst with Malik during school hours, he had been finding it hard to look people in the eye. Somehow during those amazingly hazy moments of sexual bliss, the P.A. must have gotten switched on because rumors were flying around the school about who the “sexually deviant” culprits were. Malik had been basking in the attention, but so far had kept his mouth shut about his partner’s identity. The senior girls, the one and only source at the high school for the latest and best gossip, had good money early on that the ‘delicious moaner’ was Ryou except his whereabouts during that time were accounted for. Speculation had continued to fly, and Seto had even overheard one first year saying it was the principal himself who’d been in there with the golden Egyptian.

No one even brought his name up for having participated in such an scandalous act, and Seto didn’t know wether to find that flattering or a bit insulting. Did everyone really think he was that much of a prude?

No. Not everyone.

He had felt the Pharaoh’s eyes burning into him from the moment he returned to class. He hadn’t really regretted engaging in that exploration with Malik, he had enjoyed himself thoroughly after all, but something about the way Yami was staring at him made him feel like he’d done something wrong- broken some unspoken promise- and that just made him angry. As the teenaged CEO of a million dollar company he was used to being able to do whatever he wanted without feeling the least bit of guilt. And yet there he was feeling like he ought to apologize or something. It was ridiculous!

Seto had put all of that aside though, and was just falling off into a deep dream, when he felt a draft of cold air. His alert blue eyes snapped open, and he was scandalized to find that not only was his locked bedroom window now open, but he was able to make out the silhouette of someone perched predatorily on his windowsill. His second story windowsill! Seto’s hand fell to the lamp beside his bed, and as a bright spot of light illuminated the scene before him he was unnerved by what he saw.

Bakura was grinning at him from across the room. As if having the not-so-stable spirit in his private residence wasn’t strange enough, the white haired teen had arrayed himself in a rather unusual outfit. A rich red robe encased the strong lines of his body and even from a distance Seto could see the white detailing added to the hem and sleeves. A worn brown kilt clung to Bakura’s sculpted waist, most likely falling to just above the teen’s knees when he was fully standing. The costume was topped off with a pair of simple leather sandals, and Bakura’s brown eyes were lined heavily in kohl making him look even more exotic. The intruding spirit looked like something straight of a history book.

“See something you like?” Bakura asked in a smooth voice that seemed to glide over Seto’s skin and sent a tingle down his spine.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” Seto demanded. Pulling the thin sheets of his bed closer to his body, the CEO tried his best not to let Bakura see how he was affecting him. Somehow this whole scene seemed a little too familiar.

Bakura hopped down into the room, and a gust of wind blew his hair forward around his face. “I came to see you, Priest.” The last word was uttered as though he were caressing it with his tongue.

Seto shivered. “I don’t know how you got past my security measures, but get the hell out!”

“That’s what you said the last time.”

Last time? Seto had no idea what the white-haired boy was talking about, but alone and in nothing except his blue silk pajama pants he didn’t really want to find out.

“You do remember don’t you?” Bakura had the usual dark glint to his eyes, only this time it seemed less dangerous and much more promising. His sandaled feet began to move him across the room. “I’d hate to think I didn’t leave a lasting impression.”

/Passionate violet eyes above an imperfect scar./

Seto shook his head against the memory. It was just his mind playing tricks on him.

“I almost had you that night,” Bakura told him.“It was one of my few regrets that we never got to finish what we started.” He was almost next to Kaiba now, and it pleased him that the boy seemed too shocked to notice. “The Pharaoh’s not here to ruin it this time.”

Seto started at those words, but it was too late. Bakura grabbed him, and forced him into a kiss. The thief’s slick pink tongue lapped against his sealed lips.

/”Come on Priest,” the criminal implored. “Why don’t we play a little game?”

Seth struggled against the strong hands that held his upper arms. “I’m not interested.”

A single kiss was placed to his neck where his pulse beat rapidly beneath the tanned skin. “I think you are,” his captor accused. The man’s wet tongue ran up the length of Seth’s neck before the lobe of his ear was caught between nibbling white teeth./

Caught between past and present, Seto opened up to Bakura’s advances. Having wanted this for a while, Bakura wasted no opportunity to explore every bit of the warm cavern. Seto tasted like mint toothpaste, most likely from having brushed his teeth before bed, and Bakura was a bit taken aback by the revelation. He had almost been expecting the sweet honey taste of Seth. But it wasn’t the High Priest he was kissing this time, it was Seto. It wasn’t a disappointing discovery though, because he had lusted after them the same.

With Seth it had started out as just another way to get under the snotty little Pharaoh’s skin. He, like everyone else, had heard the rumors of how the boy ruler kept the wielder of the Millennium Rod close. It didn’t seem to be a secret to anyone that he lusted after the blue-eyed priest. It was even money though on wether the attraction was mutual. Seeing a perfect opportunity to make his enemy suffer, Bakura had snuck into the palace.

Seth was more than he could have hoped for. Beautiful with his golden skin and icy blue eyes, it wasn’t that which caught the thief’s attention. Bakura had been attracted by the defiant aura that seemed to surround the teen. At such a young age he held great power, and he didn’t have any qualms about using it to get what he wanted. In the half hour he spent observing the tall priest from the shadows, Bakura saw him lecture several lesser priests, send his meal back to the kitchen because it wasn’t prepared exactly the way he liked it, and walk arrogantly down the corridor while people parted to make room for him.

Yes, it was fair to say he liked Seth from the start.

It had been the same with Seto. The CEO didn’t seem to know the meaning of defeat, and he never backed down. The brunet would face some of the most dangerous situations people of his generation would ever have to encounter with little more than a bored shrug. Kaiba’s sharp blue eyes noticed everything, and if you stared into them long enough, you could just see his devious little mind working. It had been clear to Bakura from the start that Seth’s soul had returned in this teenager.

Yami seemed to have noticed it too. Even if the damned Pharaoh couldn’t remember much about his past, he seemed to remember Seth. Time not spent wasted in attempts to save the world seemed to be spent trying to get through to Seto and become sort part of his life. So far, Bakura smiled to himself, even the great Pharaoh wasn’t having much luck.

Remembering the step ahead he now was of Yami made the moan Kaiba gave while pulling Bakura down on top of him that much more enjoyable.

Although he couldn’t really justify to himself why he was suddenly playing along with Bakura, the skillful way the spirit was trailing kisses along his neck and chest were more than enough to make Seto stop trying. He’d just let this be whatever it was. As Bakura’s teeth bit down on one of his nipples and pulled, Seto let out a keening cry.

“Like that?” Bakura asked, letting his breath puff against the abused nipple. Too embarrassed to answer out loud, Seto arched up trying to return to the contact. Bakura’s palm on his chest pushed him back down into the bed. “You’re not the one calling the shots here Kaiba.” He licked at the hardened bud. “Now, did you like that?”

Outraged by the position he had gotten himself into, yet incredibly turned on by the almost passive role Bakura was forcing him into. Seto felt his face heat as he nodded his head.

“You did, did you?” Bakura reached lower to cup the growing hardness between Kaiba’s legs. “I believe you.”

Seto groaned and tried to buck his hips as the boy atop him gave his cock a good squeeze, but at the sign of aggressiveness the pleasuring hand disappeared. If he’d been anyone other than a Kaiba, Seto would have whimpered.

“What the hell are you playing at Bakura?”

Instead of answering, the costumed thief pulled back the remaining bit of the sheet that blocked his view of Kaiba’s delicious flesh. Spotting the pajama pants, his shook his head.

“You’re not dressed properly Priest.” Seto glared at him, but he ignored him. “Don’t worry, there’s an easy way to fix that.” In a flash, the white haired teen had produced a knife and was moving toward the blue material.

That was it for Seto. He may have been up for a quick game of roleplaying with the crazed spirit, but he drew the line at knives. If Bakura’s fragile psyche was anywhere near weaponry, he wanted to be as far away as possible. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard about the teen’s predilection for blood.

/The Millennium Rod was wrenched out of his grasp. As the knife came into view Seth felt his blood freeze.

“You’ve been a very naughty priest,” the white-haired criminal leered.

Not willing to back down, Seth made a bold demand. “Give that back.”

“Make me.” Behind the hood of the red cloak, violet eyes danced with mirth. Not trained in hand to hand combat, the priest made an awkward lunge for his Millennium Item. Slashing downwards, Bakura left a shallow crimson trail on the brunet’s arm.

Seth pressed his hand to the wound, annoyed when it came away smeared with his blood. Bakura grabbed the priest’s hand and brought it to his mouth. Shuddering in revulsion, Seth watched as the thief licked at the crimson nectar./

“Going somewhere Kaiba?”

Seto blinked, and when his blue eyes opened he was once again seeing the present. A present in which Bakura was straddling him on his own bed. Seto tried to get up, but the knife pressed against his Adams apple.

“What do you want Bakura?”

Bakura looked down at him a moment, something undefinable changing in his brown eyes. “I want you to behave yourself.”

“Put the knife away.” Seto was used to being able to bargain with people, and on those rare occasions where it was necessary, he always surrendered on his own terms.

“Will you play along?” Bakura wasn’t about to give away his leverage unless he was sure he’d be getting what he wanted.

Seto didn’t say anything at first. His icy blue eyes just stared at the boy above him. He could still back out he told himself. It was still possible that if he said no, Bakura would get up and leave. If he agreed, he wouldn’t get another chance to change his mind. The dark glint in Bakura’s eyes told him as much. Still, for reasons he wasn’t sure he could explain Seto wanted to do this.

“I will,” he stated. “You have my word.”

That seemed to be enough for Bakura because the pressure of the knife retreated from his throat.
“I think it’s time you got dressed then,” the thief mentioned as he got off him. Walking back to the still open window, he picked up a bag he must have dropped inside when he first appeared, and tossed it at Seto.

Seto almost groaned when he realized what he’d gotten himself into. He had given his word though, so heading for his private bathroom he went to dress the part.

X

Bakura was many things, but patient wasn’t one of them. As the minutes ticked by and Kaiba didn’t reappear he started to get annoyed. And when Bakura got annoyed, he usually got violent.
Just as he was about to storm over and demand to know what was taking so damn long, the door swung open and stopped him. The sight that greeted his eyes was a sinful blast from the past.

Seto had been appalled when he first caught a glimpse of the contents of the bag Bakura had given him. The teen was crazier than he thought if he expected Seto to put on a skirt. The image conscious CEO had fumed quietly about it for a few minutes, but rationalizing that it wasn’t REALLY a skirt, he traded his comfortable pants in for the deep purple kilt. Securing it with the thick leather belt around his slender waist, Seto made quick work of the rest of the costume. The perfectionist in him demanded that everything appear just right though.

And Bakura appreciated his efforts. He was most pleased by the deep black eyeliner that circled Seto’s blue eyes, and the gold armbands and necklace were the perfect touch to create the illusion he wanted. If he’d been better with modern technology, Bakura would have wanted to take the CEO’s photo. As it was, he was engraving the image in his brain.

He wished the Pharaoh could see Kaiba now. No, Bakura corrected. He wished the short bastard could see him thrusting into the lithe teenager as the brunet begged for more. The Pharaoh had already spoiled his fun once several millennia ago, and he wasn’t really looking for a repeat performance.

“That’s a good look on you Kaiba.” Bakura slowly approached him and ran a hand over the exposed skin of his chest. “Only a tan would make it look better.”

“Yes,” Seto scoffed. “I’m sure skin cancer would complete the outfit.” It was unimaginable to him that Bakura was calling him pale. Bakura was only a pair of brown eyes away from being an albino, yet he was the one who needed a tan? The thief’s logic obviously wasn’t very sound.

Bakura’s hand shot out suddenly and grabbed Seto by the chin, forcing the taller boy to look at him. “That’s an awfully smart mouth you’ve got there Priest. Maybe we can put it to a better use huh?”

/ “I think I can find a way to silence that beautiful mouth of yours.”/

Bakura’s kiss was as serious as the white-haired boy himself. The firm pressure of the thief’s tongue against his own had Seto wondering how that mouth would feel on other parts of his body. His slender finger’s gripped at the red robe covering Bakura’s body as he tried to pull the other boy closer. Seto craved the closeness of another body pressed against his.

The CEO didn’t know why so many of his classmates had been approaching him lately, and while he had every intention of getting to the bottom of it, all he cared about right now was finding a release for the growing hardness between his legs.

“On the bed,” Bakura directed as he broke the kiss. He saw the way the brunet bristled at what he probably perceived as an order, and gave Seto a shove in the right direction. “This will go a lot better if you just do what I say.”

Seto glared at him. “Hurry it up then,” he spat. “I have to work in the morning and I was hoping to actually get some sleep.”

“You never change do you?” Bakura sighed as he shrugged off his robe. The coolness of the room trailed over his bare skin, and he toed off his sandals as he moved towards the bed. Kneeling at the foot of the mattress, he began slowly running his hands up and down Seto’s calves. It wasn’t the sort of action Seto had been expecting, but he relaxed into the motion over the next minute. Lying on his back, he let his eyes fall shut and focused on the feel of Bakura’s hands on his legs.

“We’ve done this before you know,” Bakura’s voice told him. “I snuck into the palace and caught you alone in your chambers.” As he noticed the tension seem to melt out of Kaiba, Bakura moved his hands higher, stroking the soft skin of the brunet’s inner thighs. Seto twisted into the caress, but Bakura growled low in his throat and the CEO willed himself to stop moving. He had trained himself not to react to things over the years, and this was no different. As Bakura’s hand slipped under the fabric of his kilt, fingers splaying out to brush against his testicles, Seto moaned, but managed not to move a muscle.

“You know,” Bakura offered as he continued to tease his chosen lover for the night. “I think I much prefer you this way. All worked up and wanting my touch.”

“Go to hell,” Seto snarled. His animosity turned into as gasp as fingernails bit into his thighs.

“Now, now,” Bakura smiled dangerously. “You gave me your word you were going to behave.”

Seto’s hands, which had clenched into fists at the tone Bakura had taken, slowly uncurled themselves to lay flat against the sheet.

“Much better.”

Bakura withdrew his hands from under the deep purple kilt, and reached for the ties to his own. Seeing Seto submit like this had given him an aching need that demanded attention. With the simple sheet of fabric out the way, he moved up to sit on the brunet’s chest.

“Now let’s see if you can do more with that mouth than make smart remarks,” he told him before pressing the head of his cock against Seto’s closed mouth. The bead of liquid that had gathered at the crown smeared against the slightly chapped lips. Slowly, those lips parted and took just his tip into the delicate wetness of Seto’s mouth.

Trapped on his back with Bakura above him Seto felt like he had no choice but to surrender, but from the moment he had taken Bakura’s length into his mouth he had seen an opportunity to regain control. Combining both his own style and the unique flare Malik had used upon him in the office, Seto brought Bakura to the heights of pleasure. His hands moved off the sheets to cup the thief’s pale buttocks and hold onto him as he began to lick and suck at the thick shaft.

Bakura couldn’t hold back his moans at the sensation of Seto’s tongue running along the underside of his cock. The moist suction and occasional slide of teeth gave him the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and he wondered if maybe he had made an impression all those years ago.

/Bakura grasped the head of Seth’s erection carefully between his teeth. He heard the priest gasp at the sharp sensation, and he stilled absolutely in the thief’s grasp. Hands holding down the teen’s hip, Bakura kissed the swollen shaft before pulling back slightly.

“Have you ever found the pleasure in the infliction of pain?”

Seth blinked at him from his prone position on the floor. Then his calculating eyes narrowed. “My pleasure or yours?”

Bakura chuckled. “Both.” He took the priest’s straining shaft back into his mouth, but for every flick or swipe of his tongue, he also added a drag of his teeth over the sensitive skin. He had to increase his leverage to hold the brunet’s hips still as the boy began to buck uncontrollably beneath him. It was only a matter of moments before he had to draw back so he could swallow the stream of liquid that erupted out of the priest./

Bakura felt himself cresting and tried to pull back. Kaiba seemed to have other plans though because his grip on Bakura’s backside remained firm and he continued to suck at him. Annoyed at the brunet’s attempt to set the pace, Bakura reached behind him and captured one of Kaiba’s nipples between his fingers. Twisting hard, the teen beneath him let out a sharp cry and halted his ministrations.

“Nice try Priest,” Bakura quipped as he moved himself back down Seto’s body. “But this isn’t over until I say so.”

Seto didn’t say a word as Bakura hastily divested him of the thin kilt but left the jewelry on, exposing his own erection to the white-haired boy’s scrutiny. Much to Seto’s dismay, the hardened flesh was ignored in favor of another part of his body. He watched with bated breath as Bakura pressed two fingers between his lips and then drew them out glistening with saliva.

“Do you remember the look in the Pharaoh’s eyes when he caught us together?” Bakura moved his fingers down between Seto’s legs, circling the ring of muscle he was about to breach. Kaiba bent his left knee and pressed his foot into the softness of the mattress to lift his hips upwards and allow Bakura more room to work. Bakura heard the taller teen inhale and then release a long breath as his body went limp. Slowly, he slipped his first finger inside. The brunet’s internal walls were velvet warmth, and Bakura stroked against them in welcome. He heard Kaiba’s breath catch as he pressed against a particularly sensitive spot and he used that moment of euphoria to press another finger inside the teen. Anxious to feel that tight heat with more than just his fingers, Bakura made quick work of scissoring and stretching Kaiba out.

Seto was more than ready when he felt a larger thickness press against the entrance of his body. Relaxing and taking breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth as his first lover had taught him, he was able to withstand the initial discomfort of Bakura sheathing himself inside him. It was a good thing he did take the intrusion so easily, because Bakura didn’t wait even a moment before he began to piston his hips, drawing his shaft in and out of Seto’s body.

“I don’t know which one of us the little brat wanted to hurt more,” Bakura whispered.

Seto groaned. With impeccable precision, the white-haired teen acquired contact with the brunet’s prostate with each thrust and sent sparks of pleasure dancing along Seto’s body. Something about the way Bakura spoke of the past told him the thief was reliving the memory more for his own pleasure than for Seto’s, but the brunet found himself turned on by the thought. He knew this was wrong, but that just seemed to make it feel all the more right. The young CEO was so lost in his haze of pleasure that he barely noticed his legs being flung over his lover’s shoulders to allow deeper penetration, nor was he aware of the exact moment his hands became tangled in Bakura’s hair. The firm grip that took his straining but thus far neglected erection in hand drew his attention for a moment, but as it began to move over the hardened flesh he was once again lost to the pleasure.

Bakura, for his part, couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such fun. For someone who was so uptight all the time, Kaiba sure let himself go in bed. The arrogant brunet beneath him was flushed and sweaty, gasping for breath as Bakura pounded into him. His hair was mussed and pushed off his forehead letting Bakura lose himself in the sensual waves of his ocean blue eyes. Kaiba cried out as his orgasm hit him, his fingers pulling at Bakura’s white hair. The thief let out a growl at the pinpricks of pain along his scalp, but the unpleasant sensation mixed with the way Kaiba’s inner walls clenched down on his cock sent him falling over the edge as well. Bakura continued to pump his hips into Kaiba’s exhausted body as he filled the crevice with his own marking. When he finally pulled out, the brunet just lay there panting and looking thoroughly fucked. Which he most certainly was, Bakura smiled to himself.

The thief was seriously tempted to join Kaiba in his post orgasmic bliss, but he knew better than to still be around when the brunet regained his senses. Reaching for the outfit he had brought for the former priest to wear, he carefully moved the dark purple fabric over the teen’s flat stomach collecting the white ejaculate that had landed there. Yugi had told him he could no longer use blood as evidence of his conquests, but the shrimp hadn’t said anything about other bodily fluids. He could just imagine the look on the stupid Pharaoh’s face when he saw the stained kilt. That alone made the whole thing worth it.

Seto got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up while Bakura was dressing himself. When the tall teenager stepped back into his room once again comfortable in his pajama pants and with freshly brushed teeth, he found the room empty and his window shut and locked. Making a mental note to have the servants throw out the sheets from his bed, Seto headed down the hall to a guest room. He wasn’t going to risk any more interruptions to his sleep this night.


A/N: Ok, before someone starts complaining I’ll just say that I am well aware of the fact that I took some liberties with their Egyptian outfits. It’s just that the high priest’s outfit was rather complicated judging from the flashbacks in the series and I didn’t really see the point of dressing Seto in all those clothes just to have Bakura take them right back off. So if it bothered you in any way please accept my apology. Now it’s time for the part where you leave a review and let me know what you thought as well as affirm that people are still reading this, and then I promise I’ll put the finishing touches on the next chapter which features Jounouchi’s turn.