Strangers When We Meet

STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET

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AN: Alright, you all better love me for this extra long chapter. It was originally two but I decided to combine them for two reasons—one, because nothing happened in the next chapter, and two, the story is now an even 20 chapters. So…enjoy and review!


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CHAPTER EIGHT: LOVE

Seto kept his head bowed in respect as the priests spoke.

"Starting tomorrow you will become a servant to the Gods, Seto. Your life will be the pharaoh's. And you will live the rest of your days serving him."

"Yes, your highness." Seto firmly spoke, though his heart rushed with excitement and nerves. It was really happening, after all he'd gone through, he would finally live his life with a purpose.

He stood up, bowing to the priests. Shimon came up to him, clapping a hand on his back, smiling.

"The ceremony will be followed by a grand feast, Seto. You will finally have somewhere to call home."

"Thank you." Seto bowed.

"Seto,"

"Yes?"

"It is important that you remember the life of a priest is difficult. You must live a life of purity and leave your old life behind."

"I understand." Seto nodded, beginning to leave.

"And Seto,"

Seto turned back.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Seto left the palace, he couldn't stop grinning as he swept past the guards. His life was about to change forever. These rags he'd worn for all his life would be replaced with elegant fabrics. He would have power through the city and he could help the pharaoh in making his country better.

Seto looked up and down the alley before stepping inside the broken building. He smiled to Bakura who was sitting in the corner, pouring over papers.

“How did it go?” He asked, not looking up.

“I start tomorrow.”

Bakura looked up, giving him a small smile. “Congratulations.”

Seto smiled, sitting down next to Bakura, laying his head down on Bakura’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Seto asked, looking at the papers.

“Looking over documents from the palace. It seems that the millennium items aren’t even registered from coming anywhere, they’re just listed as ‘confidential’.”

“Bakura, how did you get those?”

“I stole them.”

“From the palace??”

Bakura nodded, flipping through the rest of the papers.

“Bakura, I have to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

“They told me that…” Seto sighed, “I can’t be out here like this after tomorrow.”

“What?” Bakura put the papers down, staring hard at Seto.

“As a priest they expect us to leave a life of purity and…and that we are to leave our old lives behind.”

Bakura continued to stare at him in disbelief, shaking his head.

“I don’t understand, you want to just leave?”

“No—I—“

Bakura stood up abruptly to face Seto, “Dammnit, I thought you were dead for 10 fucking years Seto, and now that you’re here, you’re just going to leave…and become one of them?”

“No, Bakura…that won’t happen.”

“Do you know who you’ll be with? You’ll be with the man that was responsible for killing an entire village. My family Seto. How can you expect me to just sit by and let you leave, just so you turn into one of them?”

“Bakura, I won’t do that! I know what you’re going through…”

Bakura scoffed, shaking his head, “Please just listen to me Bakura.”

“You can come to the palace, as long as I don’t leave, they’ll never know.”

“Maybe this was just a mistake.” Bakura bitterly replied.

Seto’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean that.”

Bakura scowled, refusing to look at the other.

“Please, Bakura. I don’t want to lose you again.”

Bakura kept his eyes averted, only giving Seto a small nod in approval.

“I’ll be back tonight, I have to go get my things.”

Bakura watched Seto as he left, sighing as he turned the corner.

“You don’t even know he was your father, Seto…”

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“At this time, Seto is becoming a new priest who shall hold the millennium rod. His parents died early. But he alone has performed outstanding talent in the test for 10 years.” Shimon declared to the pharaoh.

“Rise Seto.” Akunumkanon spoke.

Seto did so, rising to face the priests and pharaoh.

“I count on you, Seto. You may well become the right hand of my son later.”

“Those are very grateful words.” Seto bowed, looking to the young man that stood next to the pharaoh.

Shimon walked to Seto, handing him the millennium rod. Seto hesitantly grabbed it, thinking about what Bakura had said.

“They were created when they killed my village. They killed them Seto so they could have more power.”

The metal was cool in his hands, glowing dimly as he wrapped his fingers around the base. It had an odd feeling to it. Something unknown, some power seemed to flow through his whole being. He’d barely noticed as the priests shuffled past him, offering their congratulations.

Shimon left last after the pharaoh, “Your chambers are just down the hall. The guard can show you.”

Seto nodded, bowing as they retreated. He sighed, placing the rod in a belt loop. His new uniform felt strange still, as he pulled at the fabric. His headdress felt heavy, awkwardly perched on his head.

“Its terrible isn’t it?”

Seto quickly looked up, before bowing in respect again.

“I’m sorry, I thought everyone had left.”

“Please don’t bow.” The future pharaoh shyly smiled.

Seto nodded, “Sorry.” Seto stood up, grinning. “Um, what’s terrible.”

“Just what they make us wear.” He smiled, adjusting his own headpiece.

Seto smiled, “It feels like its digging into my skull.” He laughed.

The prince smiled, motioning Seto over. He stood close to Seto, adjusting the headdress slightly. Seto stood awkwardly still while he fixed it, the prince’s body grazing his while he worked.

“There.” He smiled. Seto nodded, taking a step back.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, his eyes traveling up and down Seto’s lithe form.

He nodded, “You look good, Seto.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

“You can call me, Atem.”

Seto shook his head, “Oh I couldn’t.”

“Oh come on,” he laughed, “Its fine, I like when people use my name.”

“Okay.”

“After all,” Atem started, letting his arm fall around Seto’s shoulders, “You’re my right hand man.”

Seto smiled, nodding his head.

“I have to go, more studying to do,” Atem grimaced, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Seto nodded, watching as Atem left. He’d never expected to find someone like that here. He smiled to himself as he left, following the guard to his new chambers.

His eyes widened from its sheer size, its ornate decorations with every accommodation possible—it wasn’t something Seto was used to. He ran his hand over the silk sheets, marveling in their softness. A gentle breeze cooled the room. It smelled like fresh flowers.

He pulled his headdress off, gently setting it down.

“And how is the high priest doing today?”

Seto was startled by the familiar husky voice, “Bakura, how did you know where to find me?”

“I’m a thief. I know everything about this palace.” He smiled, stepping out of the shadows that had concealed him.

Seto grinned, sitting down on the four-poster bed. “And if I call the guards on you?”

Bakura smirked, slinking over to where Seto sat, grabbing his hand. He entwined it with his own, raising it to his lips where he gave it soft, teasing nips. Seto watched in a trance, his mind beginning to go hazy.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He whispered against the tanned skin.

Seto smirked, “Perhaps.”

“How did it go today?”

“Fine.”

“Good, I think I like having a room in the palace.” He leered, pushing Seto down into the bed.

He pushed his body flush against Seto, letting his lips brush down his jaw line and to his neck, leaving soft nips.

“Kura, I—“ Seto whimpered.

The thief kissed him hard, pulling off his blood red coat. Seto’s eyes slid shut, just focused on the feeling of Bakura’s lips and the sensation they caused. He was growing more aroused by the minute, feeling Bakura’s rock hard body pressed against his.

Seto ran his hands down Bakura’s bare chest as the thief licked and sucked at his neck and shoulders.

“Ba-Bakura!” Seto whined, giving him more access to plunder his sensitive skin. Bakura groaned, pulling at Seto’s clothes.

He rolled on top of Seto, straddling him as he threw the priest’s clothes on the floor. Seto’s cock quivered in anticipation, feeling to soft fabric of Bakura’s sarong as the only thing between them. Bakura teasingly grinded his hips into Seto, letting out a low groan while Seto let out a harsh gasp, gripping the sheets. The thief continued to grind until they were both painfully hard. Each grind made Seto let out a soft moan, gripping the sheets tighter until he was about to explode.

“Kura, stop I’ll—I won’t last.” Seto shook his head.

Bakura smirked, “You mean like this?” He snapped his hips forward, grinding hard and dirty into Seto.

“Bakuraaaa!” Seto cried, cumming hard onto the fabric covering Bakura.

He tore off the sarong, releasing his own dripping cock. He slid down Seto’s shaking body, lifting his legs to throw over his shoulders. With that he engulfed Seto’s spasming cock, licking up the cum, sucking hard.

“FFUCK!” Seto cried, thrusting hard into Bakura’s mouth as he was sucked. He desperately sought something to cling onto, his legs squeezing Bakura’s neck as the thief’s skilled tongue ran up and down the underside of his shaft before swirling around the head and sensitive slit.

He changed his pace from slow to fast, giving teasing nips to the head before giving harsh, relentless sucks again that drove Seto crazy. He was already becoming impossibly hard again, calling out Bakura’s name like a mantra as he came closer to his climax.

Bakura gave low hums as he went, smirking at the way Seto switched between deep groans and whimpering cries. He pulled his mouth off for a second, licking his fingers until they covered in saliva. Seto sighed in frustration, trying to see what Bakura was doing.

“Be patient.” He leered, lapping up the precum that was steadily dripping from Seto’s throbbing cock. Seto’s head fell back again, giving a low moan as he continued to suck him again. Bakura slowly pushed two of his fingers into Seto, noting the harsh cry Seto emitted as they slowly went it.

“Fuck that hurts.” He groaned. Bakura bobbed faster, trying to offset the pain as his fingers slowly stretched Seto. He pushed them deeper each time, feeling around until Seto let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking wildly into Bakura.

“Do it again!” Seto pleaded as Bakura sped up the fingers, letting them pump in and out of Seto faster.

The priests cries grew louder, biting his lip as the thief’s fingers drove against the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within.

He drove in a third finger, scissoring and twisting the fingers in and out.

“Fuck Bakura I’m going—“ Seto harshly panted. Bakura quickly pulled off, gently setting Seto back down on the bed.

Seto gave a small sigh of frustration, shifting uncomfortably on the bed while his body screamed for release.

“Please Bakura.” He whined, spreading his legs.

Bakura smirked, kissing up Seto’s thigh and up the rest of his body. He kissed across his stomach, letting his tongue swirl around each nipple before kissing across his neck and shoulders, until he reached his lips. He left soft kisses there, smiling with each one.

“You’re a God.” He whispered, his hand running up Seto’s side.

Seto blushed, “Kura.”

Bakura gently pushed into Seto, burying his face into the crook of his neck. Seto let out a strangled moan, biting his lip as he adjusted to Bakura’s sheer size.

The thief let out a groan of immense pleasure, biting at Seto’s neck while he waited for him.

“O-Okay…” Seto softly whispered, grunting as Bakura pulled out and pushed back in, deeper this time.

“Seto.” Bakura hissed, gripping onto the sheets as he drove into the tight heat. Seto let his hands fall on Bakura’s back, running them up and down the hot, sweaty flesh. He grasped it desperately as Bakura’s thrusts grew in intensity, calling out as he stroke against his prostate again.

“There…again.” He called, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he saw stars, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as Bakura’s cock was shoved against that spot repeatedly.

“Faster.” Seto rasped, biting his lip. Bakura did so, pistoning in and out of Seto at a rate both knew wouldn’t last long. Bakura loved the feeling of Seto’s muscles throbbing against him, but the need for release was too great for both of them.

With that, Bakura grabbed Seto’s cock and pumped it furiously. Seto blacked out from the intenseness, his body thrashing from the pleasure that was growing to be too much. With that he released with a howl, cumming impossibly hard over Bakura’s fist and fingers, his muscles clenching and unclenching around Bakura.

“SS-Seto…” Bakura groaned as he cummed deep within the priest. Seto moaned as the hot liquid dripped inside him, Bakura’s slick cock slowing sliding in and out with ease, tremors running through both.

Bakura left soft kisses across Seto’s face, keeping himself buried deep in.

“Kura…” Seto sighed, smiling.

REVIEW REPLIES:

theultimatetoken: i know i'm sorry they are very short lol i enjoy reading short chapters in novels but its hard to remember that its not as great in FF. lol. but hopefully you'll be happy with this long lemony chapter. *presents burger* TA DA! XD

pharaohyamisprincess: aw thanks so much! :) and your senses were correct! lol thanks for reviewing! xxoo

desertrosetemari: lol weirdness? not any more than me :) i'm glad to hear you say you liked the differences. i thought that was important. i worked hard on making everything canon and believable so you could see why things happened the way they did. so thanks for letting me know!~

chibi-berry: lol thats what my friend said when she "test" read it for me (about teh time jump) I'm glad it works though. i just needed it to show how much anger bakura could have built up over all those years.

potionspet: no i know. conflict is integral to any good story after all :) thanks for reviewing!

rukia: lol. oh who needs work? ;) sooo...what makes you think that bakura goes for the pharaoh?

theultimatetoken: lol intense is right. :)

chibi-berry: :D thanks so much! i'm glad i can keep you guessing! lol :)

desertrosetemari: lol gotta love those aw moments! they are so few ;) xxoo