Nothing Quite Like

Title: Nothing Quite Like [4/5]

Author: Angryhamster

Rating: NC-17 [this part NC-17]

Pairing: Seto/Bakura (Bakura/Ryou also implied).

Beta: Whosjeebus

Spoilers: Up to 'Battle City' may be mentioned. Set right after, so nothing
beyond.

Warnings: None to speak of. Unless the dub names bother you, that is.

Disclaimer: I wish that YGO was mine. I really, really do... It's not,
though.

Summary: Bakura takes issue with Seto's work habits, but how is he going
to promote change? In a completely bizarre and twisted way, of course.

Notes: I can't believe this took three months to write. I suck.

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Bakura sat back on his heels and studied the unconscious form of the boy underneath
him. Kaiba was nothing short of beautiful when he was sleeping, Bakura reflected,
and the fact that it kept him from mouthing off didn't hurt, either. The thought
brought a smile to the spirit's lips, and he settled back onto the bed, intending
to have a light nap before his boy woke up.

He'd slipped the drug into the wine during their earlier conversation, and
Kaiba had been none the wiser; not, Bakura thought, that the boy would have
suspected anything anyway... but it never hurt to be too careful.

The whole plan had come to him, almost fully formed, after their last meeting.
Kaiba was killing himself with work; Bakura had been feeling the repercussions.
The boy needed some time off. While it would have been possible for Bakura
to forcibly remove him from the situation (and he had considered a number of
scenarios involving just that), a better idea had occurred to him. He had given
it much consideration, and finally come to the conclusion that nothing short
of illness would coerce Kaiba to take the time off he clearly needed to recuperate.

However, within that scenario, there was the small problem of the fact that
Kaiba had an immune system that was almost impenetrable. While he himself had
only been paying proper attention to the brunet for the last couple of months
or so, a brief scan of Ryou's extensive observations of Kaiba over a much longer
period had informed him that Kaiba had never missed so much as one day of school
due to sickness. Furthermore, despite the arduous conditions during and after
both Duellist Kingdom and Battle City, Kaiba had weathered them all.

That considered, Bakura had finally realized that, as with everything else
in life, if he wanted something to happen, he would have to make it happen himself.
Kaiba would be taking some time off whether he wanted to or not-- the drug Bakura
had given him was incredibly potent; despite the small quantity, the CEO would
not be visiting the office for another day or two at least. From Bakura's limited
research on the drug (which had basically been restricted to 'would it kill
him?' and 'would he be too out of it to fuck?'), he knew that the boy's current
unconsciousness would only last for three or four hours.

Bakura had actually been rather impressed by how long it had taken the first
dose to kick in-- clearly, Kaiba's resistance was rather remarkable. Of course,
the dose had been small, but still... it was impressive. The effects, from what
Bakura could deduce from observation, were mostly sluggishness and confusion,
which were consistent with the recorded symptoms of a first dose. A second would
bring more of the same, coupled with an even greater disassociation with reality,
and 'reduction of inhibition'... He was somewhat sketchy on the interpretations
of the exact effects of the drug, but he knew it wouldn't kill or damage the
boy permanently, and that he would be mostly conscious. That was good enough.

Choosing the right kind of drug had been troublesome from the outset; most
of the drugs he'd considered had unwanted side effects like vomiting or dizziness,
and would therefore not be suitable for his purposes. Frustrated, he had almost
dropped the whole idea in favor of simply kidnapping Kaiba, until he'd sensed
something skittering about in the back of his light's consciousness. It was
not a suggestion, Ryou had assured him, but...

Ryou had seen a therapist some time ago when his father thought Ryou had needed
'help' of some kind, shortly after he had moved to Domino. Bakura had taken
over and faked his way through three sessions of hypnotherapy before becoming
bored and informing his hikari that he had two choices: find a way to get out
of the appointments, or lose his father to the shadow realm. Somehow, Ryou had
managed to convince his father he didn't need the sessions anymore, but Bakura
still remembered how the drugs had fucked him up, and he'd had millennia of
mental barriers in place to protect himself. Kaiba, however... He'd figured
they'd probably work very well on him.

Once he'd decided to take that route, it wasn't hard to break into the little
office a couple of blocks from Ryou's home and relieve the drug cabinet of a
bottle of the tiny little pills, which were, according to his research, "designed
to aid relaxation and the induction of trance-like states".

A few minutes in front of his host's computer had told him all he'd needed
to know: the various side-effects (none fatal or permanent, so he had mostly
ignored that part), the standard dose, and the fact that mixing the drug with
alcohol could produce 'unexpected' side effects (Bakura had ignored that as
well, again, as none were fatal or permanent). He had long since ceased to be
amazed at the availability of so much information, but the fact that it could
fall so easily into the wrong hands still amused him.

He cast a sideways glance at the unconscious boy beside him, still lost in
medicated sleep. Bakura guessed he would be awake in another two or three hours,
at which point he would require another dose. He suspected the reason for both
Kaiba's unconsciousness and length of time it had taken the first dose to take
effect was due to the alcohol he'd placed the drug in. While the spirit had
definitely enjoyed their earlier fun, he had something very different in mind
for later, and he couldn't afford for it to take so long for the drugs to kick
in this time, so he would have to find a different delivery method. Besides,
he didn't think Kaiba would take the wine from him so easily a second time anyway.

Bakura slipped off the bed and padded silently back into the living room, removing
the tiny bottle from where he had earlier wedged it between the cushions of
the chair. He then retrieved a bottle of water from the kitchen, opened it and
dropped one tablet inside, swirling the bottle slightly, watching as the little
pill dissipated into nothingness. Bakura felt his hikari stirring at the notion
of giving Kaiba even more drugs, but he shook off his light's concerns. /We
both know it won't do him any real harm,/ the spirit thought. Ryou began
to protest, but Bakura cut him off sharply. /And we both know you want this,
too,/ he hissed. This was met with silence, but Bakura could still feel
the discomfort and self-denial filtering though. He snorted, but remained silent
himself to avoid further argument.

He made his way back into the bedroom and set the bottle down on the nightstand
beside his sleeping lover, before crawling back into the bed beside him and
pulling the covers over them both. He guessed that Kaiba would probably be faintly
dizzy and confused when he awoke, which would make it all the easier to slip
him the second dose... and the spirit was quite sure that with the effects of
the first dose still running through the boy's system, the cumulative effects
of two would get the desired result. He burrowed into the bedding, making sure
the covers were pulled right up to the boy's chin beside him.

He really was very compassionate, all things considered.

Bakura didn't remember falling asleep, but he realized he must have done, because
the next thing he remembered was feeling stirring in the bed beside him. He
stretched languidly, looking over to ensure the boy was still sleeping. He was;
though rather fitfully: he was moaning and whimpering slightly, wriggling uncomfortably
against the bedding. The spirit realized it wasn't going to be long until Kaiba
woke up, and it was time to put his plans into action. He reached over and grabbed
the bottle from the nightstand. He unscrewed the cap and shifted into a sitting
position, propped up against the headboard.

"Kaiba."

"Mmm?" he moaned incoherently. "Wha-?" His eyelids fluttered,
opening slightly.

"You're not well," Bakura said, trying to keep the smile off his
lips. "You fainted, do you remember?"

"I... Bakura? What...?" His voice was slurred slightly, but he managed
to open his eyes completely this time, quickly becoming more alert.

"Drink this." Bakura tilted the bottle to Kaiba's lips, and the boy
drank eagerly, polishing off about half the bottle. "Feel better?"
He asked.

"What happened to me? I feel like I..." He trailed off, confused.
"I-- We were-- And then..." His eyes narrowed accusingly. "You
did something to me." He tried to sit up, pushing against the sheets so
that he was half-sitting. "What the hell did you do?"

Shit, Bakura thought. This wasn't the plan at all, but he figured he'd only
need to cover for a few moments until the drugs kicked in. He snorted.

"I 'did something.' What is it that you think that I did? What could I
do?" Bakura gazed down at Kaiba baldly, his expression schooled into perfect
scornful amusement.

"I-- But-- You--" The drugs must have started to take effect, because
Kaiba's eyes were starting to glaze over, and the suspicion seemed to be fading
from them. Bakura smiled, and leaned down to brush his lips across the boy's.

"Sssh." He kissed his way along the line of Kaiba's jaw, dipping
his tongue into the hollow just underneath the brunet's ear, feeling the boy
squirm underneath him, his body relaxing, all the anxious tension fading away.
Bakura smiled against his skin. "How do you feel?"

"Umm... Weird." Kaiba's voice was light and faintly giddy.

"'Weird' how?" Bakura inquired, sliding one hand across Kaiba's chest,
brushing his palm across a nipple. The brunet arched into his touch, pushing
up into his hand.

"Good weird," he sighed, dropping his head back into the pillows
and giving himself over to the spirit's touch. Bakura kissed his way down the
column of Kaiba's exposed throat, nipping lightly at random spots on the way
down until he reached the broad plain of the boy's chest. He licked a trail
down the center before lowering his mouth to one bare nipple and sucking hard.
Kaiba arched clean off the bed. "God, 'Kura, do that again," he gasped,
burying his hands in the spirit's hair.

A feral smile crept across Bakura's lips at the reaction he got, and kissed
his way across the pale skin to repeat the treatment on the other side. Kaiba
moaned and wriggled against him, sighing, and Bakura could feel himself growing
hard at the boy's actions. He couldn't remember the brunet ever having been
so responsive before, or so vocal, and he couldn't help but take advantage of
it.

"Good?" he asked, looking up at the boy's face, and tried to keep
the smirk off his lips. Kaiba nodded, his face flushed. His hair was damp with
sweat, sticking to his forehead and falling into his wide, wild eyes, and the
overall effect was very appealing. The spirit nipped, licked and kissed his
way back up to Kaiba's mouth, propping himself up on his elbows and hovering
inches from the boy's lips. He bit at the lower one lightly before stroking
the small hurt with his tongue and taking the other's mouth in a hard, bruising
kiss.

When he pulled back, Kaiba was breathless, and he himself felt slightly giddy
with power and control; the boy had never been this submissive before, and Bakura
began to wonder how far he could push before some internal resistance kicked
in. He dropped down for another kiss, gentler this time, and when they parted,
he gazed down into lust-filled azure eyes.

"How do you feel now?" he asked.

A broad, open smile appeared on the brunet's face. "Mmm... Great."
He tried to tug Bakura down for another kiss, but the spirit wouldn't allow
him, wriggling out of Kaiba's grip and pinning the boy's hands to his sides.
An idea had stuck him, and he was eager to see if he could pull it off.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," he said, seriously. "But you
still need to be looked after, don't you?"

Kaiba nodded, but that wasn't quite enough for Bakura, not right now.

"And you'd like me to look after you, wouldn't you?"

Kaiba nodded again, slightly nervously, biting his own lip in the same spot
where Bakura's teeth had been only a few moments before. The spirit took the
hint, leaning down and kissing him briefly before pulling away again slightly.

"Say it," he breathed, ghosting a light kiss across Kaiba's lips.

"...Wha...?" The heady combination of the drugs and Bakura's touches
had obviously addled the boy's senses, so Bakura extended his patience.

"Tell me what you want," he explained, gently.

"I-- Look after me, like you said..." Kaiba said, his voice soft.

"How?" Bakura pushed, already pretty sure he knew what the answer
was going to be; he could feel the evidence of Kaiba's need poking into his
stomach, but he wanted to hear it from his boy's lips. Bakura pressed against
him, nuzzling at his ear and feeling little shivers passing through the body
below him.

Kaiba ground against him, whimpering softly. "Suck me," he said,
plainly. "Please," he added after a moment, and Bakura had to take
a moment reign in the arousal the words had awakened in him. Kaiba had never
been like this before, so open, so willing... In all his recollection,
the boy had never, ever said 'please' to him before, and Bakura found himself
liking it... a lot.

He grinned wolfishly, dropped a quick kiss on the boy's lips and slid down
his body. Bakura settled himself between Kaiba's spread thighs, running his
hands up them to grip the brunet's hips. He eyed the erection before him; fully
hard and weeping slightly, it occurred to him that it was perhaps not entirely
unexpected that his boy was pleading already. Breathing across the head, he
glanced upward to see that Kaiba's eyes had fallen closed, and his head was
tipped back. A brief grin flashed across the spirit's face before he turned
his attention back to the hard cock, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking
hard. Kaiba's reaction was instant, but not unexpected; Bakura dug his fingers
into the boy's hips as they bucked, effectively stilling him and thus taking
back control.

Another quick glance upwards informed him that the brunet was obviously lost
in ecstasy, and he lowered his gaze again. Bakura pushed himself onto his knees
and splayed one arm across Kaiba's stomach, curled his fist around the base
where his mouth didn't reach, and went to work. He dragged his tongue in patterns
around the head, sucking rhythmically, thumb rubbing along the underside of
the shaft. Kaiba whimpered and undulated underneath him, and Bakura used his
weight to hold him down, dipping his head to fit even more of the boy's cock
in his mouth. Bakura felt him thrash and buck as his length slid almost effortlessly
into the spirit's throat; he tightened this fingers around the boy's hip, nails
digging into the flesh almost hard enough to break skin as he held him in place.

Bakura hummed low in his throat as he pulled back, looking upwards though his
eyelashes to watch Kaiba's reaction. Propped up on his elbows, Kaiba was gazing
down at him with wide eyes, lips parted and shiny.

"God, Bakura, that's so hot," he moaned, pushing his hips up into
the spirit's mouth.

Bakura chuckled and redoubled his efforts, slipping one hand underneath the
pliant body, receiving another unbridled moan for his trouble. He shifted uncomfortably,
his own arousal starting to become a problem. He was going to need to do something
about it, and soon... But first he wanted to ensure he had complete control
over the boy below him.

Kaiba was wound so tight he was trembling, wriggling as much as he could with
Bakura holding him down, his fingers digging into the bedcovers. His breathing
was coming impossibly fast now, and when Bakura brushed his thumb across the
spot just behind his balls, he cried out.

"Fuck, that's--"

"No, you don't," Bakura purred, pulling back. He tightened his fingers
around the base of the other's cock, effectively staving off his impending release.

"No!" Kaiba panted, immediately pulling himself into a sitting position.
"'Kura, please!"

Bakura grinned at him, licking along his length one final time before crawling
over him, kneeling either side of his hips. He leaned down to place a teasing
kiss on the other's lips. He trailed a finger down Kaiba's chest, pushing his
hips forward to press against the brunet's, grinding their erections together.
Kaiba moaned and arched up; the spirit had trouble keeping the sheer glee off
his face.

It was time to move in for the kill.

"Seto," he breathed across the boy's ear, shifting his hips slightly,
and feeling the responding shiver in the body below him. "Seto, do you
want me to fuck you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," Kaiba moaned breathily. "God, yes... Please."

It was all Bakura could do to keep himself from pulling the boy onto his lap
and burying himself in his hot, tight body.

"Turn over," he said, moving to the side and pushing at his hip.
Kaiba did as instructed, crawling onto his knees and propping himself up on
his forearms.

"Very nice," Bakura murmured softly, reaching onto the floor and
retrieving the lube. He noticed that Kaiba flushed at the compliment --he was
actually fucking blushing!-- and that was about all Bakura could take. He'd
never have imagined that he would have found the drug more addictive than the
one taking it did, but he was quickly becoming infatuated with its effects.
He fully intended to try to encourage Kaiba to try this again sometime... providing
the boy didn't try to kill him for this.

He spread the lube across his cock quickly, the simple gliding sensation of
his own fingers bringing him dangerously close to orgasm given the sight in
front of him. He moved into position, kneeling between spread legs and pressing
two fingers against the brunet's entrance. They slid in easily; he was so relaxed
only the token physical resistance remained.

This was new, too; while it was certainly not unusual for Bakura to be the
one on top, it had been a while, and further, Kaiba wasn't usually this pliant
and wanton and unguarded, as if pleasure was the only thing that mattered to
him anymore. The boy made soft little whimpering noises as the spirit stretched
him, the jangles of senseless sounds and strings of half-voiced pleas sliding
into each other, and spiralling Bakura ever higher with every cry.

When Bakura moved away the cries increased in pitch, but ceased almost immediately
as he moved one hand to Kaiba's hip, the other wrapping around his own cock
and guiding it to the boy's entrance. Bakura slipped inside Kaiba with smooth,
practised ease, and a low moan escaped him as he was fully sheathed inside that
tight heat. He'd had enough of waiting and teasing and foreplay-- the need which
had been a dull throb until this point had grown deeper and sharper and out
of control, and demanded satisfaction.

He growled low in his throat, pulling out quickly only to slam back in again,
and Kaiba gasped and arched backwards, spreading even wider. Bakura took the
hint and started to fuck him in earnest, setting a brutal pace that was almost
impossible to match given his present position... But Kaiba was trying, bucking
and pushing back on every thrust, his desperation for release obvious, even
if he hadn't still been making those low, keening sounds interlaced with gasps
and whimpers.

Bakura was close to desperate himself by now. He leaned down so his chest was
flush against the boy's back, one of his hands twisting in the bed linen alongside
Kaiba's, the other creeping downward over tight abdominal muscles. His fingers
lingered along Kaiba's stomach before dropping even lower, wrapping around the
brunet's throbbing cock. He was hard as steel, and Bakura couldn't help but
smirk at the full-body shudder he received when he started to stroke the boy
underneath him.

"God, Bakura, please!" Kaiba managed, the first coherent thing he'd
said in some time. Bakura stroked him again, fingers sliding over hard flesh
and smooth skin, grazing his teeth over the broad shoulder underneath him.

"Please...?" Bakura inquired, hating his inability to keep his frustration
and impatience out of his tone.

"Please let me come!" Kaiba whimpered. "'Kura... Please... I
can't..."

Bakura grinned wolfishly, swiftly pumping the boy's cock almost in synch with
their erratic thrusts. The heat and tightness and low whimpers were driving
him crazy, and he was right on the edge. He could feel the body below him tense
further, tightening around his cock, and then Kaiba was coming beneath him,
bucking and shuddering and mewling. The sensation was incredible, and Bakura
followed him a few short thrusts later, unable to stop the words from spilling
forth from his lips as he came.

"Oh, fucking hell, Seto... So damn good..."

His strength gave out then, and he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside
the unconscious youth. Long moments passed without either saying anything, and
the spirit became slightly concerned at the silence and total stillness of the
body beside him. Bakura reached out and poked him in the shoulder.

"You still alive?"

"Mmm," the boy mumbled, and then dropped into sleep again. His breathing
began to even out, so Bakura assumed that he was probably all right. He stretched
out on his back, regarding the sleeping figure beside him. That had been incredible,
but he suddenly started to wonder how much of it Kaiba would remember later,
and started trying to come up with a plan. All of this had been for the
boy's own good, after all; he'd see that sooner or later, right? And it wasn't
like he hadn't enjoyed it, Bakura mused. Then something else struck him.

Fuck. Had he said 'Seto'...?

*to be continued...*

TwilightHunter - Thanks again for the reviews. I'm very glad you're
enjoying, and I really hope this chapter didn't disappoint. The conclusion coming
soon, I promise. :)

Nancy - Thank you very much for reviewing, I hope this answers all your
questions from the last chapter! Bakura's a bad, bad boy, ain't he?

Mehla Seraphim - Thank you so much for your very kind words. I'm glad
you're enjoying the story, and I hope this continuation pleases you. And don't
worry, it will definately not be left unfinished. :)