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 Seven: Perfection
STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET
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AN: Guess what? You get a new chapter a day early this week! I’m going to Gen Con this weekend. Anyone going? Review replies will be added onto next chapter! Without further ado, I present chapter seven…
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CHAPTER SEVEN: PERFECTION
Bakura stared up at the ceiling, sighing. He never really slept, he was always on alert as a thief. He glanced over to Seto who lie sleeping next to him. He was fast asleep, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He gazed over his features. They were perfect. He gave a small chuckle, looking back to the ceiling.
He’d spent a lot nights like this, just lying here thinking while the rest of the city lie asleep. Sometimes he’d go out and steal, but some nights, like this one, he’d sit and think of his old life. He often wondered how different it would have been if his village hadn’t been burnt. He’d probably never had met Seto -who probably would have died out in the desert that one day Bakura had come across him.
What fate had brought them together again? Where would it lead? Bakura had come to the capital for one reason and that was for revenge. And yet here was someone from his past he’d thought dead. It had never been part of the plan.
He reached a tentative hand out, letting the pads of his fingers lightly graze across Seto’s cheek. The movement made Seto shuffle, Bakura quickly pulled his hand away, gasping when Seto unconsciously draped an arm across him. He smiled despite himself, looking down at the arm that lay splayed across his chest.
He’d never felt anything for so long. He tried pushing the feeling away, every second since he’d seen him again.
But some things are hard to forget.
Seto slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the morning sun as he became familiar with his surroundings. He felt heat beneath his hand, looking over to find it draped across a sleeping Bakura. He embarrassedly pulled it back.
“Sorry.” He whispered.
“That’s okay.” Bakura smiled, keeping his eyes shut.
“Oh, I thought you were asleep.”
“I never really sleep.”
“You could have moved it. I would have understood.”
Bakura shook his head, opening his eyes to look over at the other, “It was fine.”
“What time is it?” Seto sat up, stretching.
“You’ve got a couple hours.”
“What are you going to do today?” Seto asked, ruffling his hair.
Bakura smirked, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“You’re not going to crash the ceremony are you?” Seto hesitantly asked.
Bakura chuckled, “Nah, thought I’d go rob the old High Priest’s tomb today. They say its heavily guarded.”
“Then why are you picking it?”
“It’s the challenge.” Bakura smirked.
Seto’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, frowning at the thief, “Bakura, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’ll be fine.” Bakura waved off the comment.
“Please, I—look, I know about that tomb, there’s more than just guards, I overheard them talking about it yesterday, they’ve got all sorts of traps on it.”
“Geez, what’s it matter?” Bakura sighed.
“I don’t want to lose you, Bakura.” Seto quietly said, looking to the floor.
Bakura kept silent, unsure of what to say, he’d never had anyone worry about him. He looked over to Seto who kept his eyes to the ground, his cheeks dusted pink.
“I’m sorry.” Seto said.
“Why?”
“Its none of my business what you do.” Seto shook his head with a sigh.
Bakura hesitantly leaned forward, gently pulling Seto’s gaze to his. He let his lips lightly brush against the others.
Seto’s breath hitched, his body tensing. Bakura pulled back, his face flushed, trying to keep it averted from Seto’s gaze.
He shook head, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?” Seto nervously asked, he unconsciously touched his lips, feeling the slight tingle that buzzed through them, before looking to Bakura.
The thief turned back to him, giving him a quizzical look. Seto bit his lip, speaking in hesitation.
“The truth is…” Bakura watched him intently as he spoke, waiting for him to continue—his breath held in anticipation.
“I—“ Seto sighed, shaking his head.
“What is it?” Bakura impatiently asked.
Seto gave a shy smile, “I’ve thought about you doing that…a lot.” Seto could feel his face heating up, afraid to look Bakura in the eye.
“Really?” Bakura beamed.
Seto nodded, leaning closer to the thief, he reached a hand out, brushing some of the silver hairs away that covered his eyes. He gazed fondly on Bakura’s features—they were perfect to him. His thumb ran over the long scar under his eye.
“I remember when you first got this.”
“Yeah, we’d just met.”
“I’m really glad I caught you stealing in that bar.” Seto chuckled.
Bakura laughed, “Me too.” he said, he gently pulled Seto’s hand away, pressing his lips to Seto’s. The feeling felt right to him, Seto’s soft lips, quivering gently beneath his own, the way Seto’s mouth parted in such an unsure way. Softly exploring each other, Seto’s eyes flickering shut, his body pressing closer to Bakura’s.
Nothing had ever felt so right in a very long time.
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AN: Guess what? You get a new chapter a day early this week! I’m going to Gen Con this weekend. Anyone going? Review replies will be added onto next chapter! Without further ado, I present chapter seven…
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CHAPTER SEVEN: PERFECTION
Bakura stared up at the ceiling, sighing. He never really slept, he was always on alert as a thief. He glanced over to Seto who lie sleeping next to him. He was fast asleep, his mouth slightly parted, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He gazed over his features. They were perfect. He gave a small chuckle, looking back to the ceiling.
He’d spent a lot nights like this, just lying here thinking while the rest of the city lie asleep. Sometimes he’d go out and steal, but some nights, like this one, he’d sit and think of his old life. He often wondered how different it would have been if his village hadn’t been burnt. He’d probably never had met Seto -who probably would have died out in the desert that one day Bakura had come across him.
What fate had brought them together again? Where would it lead? Bakura had come to the capital for one reason and that was for revenge. And yet here was someone from his past he’d thought dead. It had never been part of the plan.
He reached a tentative hand out, letting the pads of his fingers lightly graze across Seto’s cheek. The movement made Seto shuffle, Bakura quickly pulled his hand away, gasping when Seto unconsciously draped an arm across him. He smiled despite himself, looking down at the arm that lay splayed across his chest.
He’d never felt anything for so long. He tried pushing the feeling away, every second since he’d seen him again.
But some things are hard to forget.
Seto slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the morning sun as he became familiar with his surroundings. He felt heat beneath his hand, looking over to find it draped across a sleeping Bakura. He embarrassedly pulled it back.
“Sorry.” He whispered.
“That’s okay.” Bakura smiled, keeping his eyes shut.
“Oh, I thought you were asleep.”
“I never really sleep.”
“You could have moved it. I would have understood.”
Bakura shook his head, opening his eyes to look over at the other, “It was fine.”
“What time is it?” Seto sat up, stretching.
“You’ve got a couple hours.”
“What are you going to do today?” Seto asked, ruffling his hair.
Bakura smirked, “Are you sure you want to know?”
“You’re not going to crash the ceremony are you?” Seto hesitantly asked.
Bakura chuckled, “Nah, thought I’d go rob the old High Priest’s tomb today. They say its heavily guarded.”
“Then why are you picking it?”
“It’s the challenge.” Bakura smirked.
Seto’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, frowning at the thief, “Bakura, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’ll be fine.” Bakura waved off the comment.
“Please, I—look, I know about that tomb, there’s more than just guards, I overheard them talking about it yesterday, they’ve got all sorts of traps on it.”
“Geez, what’s it matter?” Bakura sighed.
“I don’t want to lose you, Bakura.” Seto quietly said, looking to the floor.
Bakura kept silent, unsure of what to say, he’d never had anyone worry about him. He looked over to Seto who kept his eyes to the ground, his cheeks dusted pink.
“I’m sorry.” Seto said.
“Why?”
“Its none of my business what you do.” Seto shook his head with a sigh.
Bakura hesitantly leaned forward, gently pulling Seto’s gaze to his. He let his lips lightly brush against the others.
Seto’s breath hitched, his body tensing. Bakura pulled back, his face flushed, trying to keep it averted from Seto’s gaze.
He shook head, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?” Seto nervously asked, he unconsciously touched his lips, feeling the slight tingle that buzzed through them, before looking to Bakura.
The thief turned back to him, giving him a quizzical look. Seto bit his lip, speaking in hesitation.
“The truth is…” Bakura watched him intently as he spoke, waiting for him to continue—his breath held in anticipation.
“I—“ Seto sighed, shaking his head.
“What is it?” Bakura impatiently asked.
Seto gave a shy smile, “I’ve thought about you doing that…a lot.” Seto could feel his face heating up, afraid to look Bakura in the eye.
“Really?” Bakura beamed.
Seto nodded, leaning closer to the thief, he reached a hand out, brushing some of the silver hairs away that covered his eyes. He gazed fondly on Bakura’s features—they were perfect to him. His thumb ran over the long scar under his eye.
“I remember when you first got this.”
“Yeah, we’d just met.”
“I’m really glad I caught you stealing in that bar.” Seto chuckled.
Bakura laughed, “Me too.” he said, he gently pulled Seto’s hand away, pressing his lips to Seto’s. The feeling felt right to him, Seto’s soft lips, quivering gently beneath his own, the way Seto’s mouth parted in such an unsure way. Softly exploring each other, Seto’s eyes flickering shut, his body pressing closer to Bakura’s.
Nothing had ever felt so right in a very long time.