Think Before

Think Before

Summary: Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Wow, look at all the foreshadowing.
Author’s Note: *smiley*

Bakura hopped the fence and strolled through the estate grounds like he owned the place, giving two finger salutes to guards and finding his way inside via the kitchen side door, hoping it wasn’t too late at night.

It was only midnight on a Friday, so of course Seto would be home.

The white haired thief stole up the stair case, silently and went to the office door. It was slightly ajar and he could hear the youth talking on his cell phone.

One day I’ll just throw that damn thing out of the window.

He strolled in, taking the cigarettes out of his low slung jeans and lighting one. Kaiba gave him a look, but he took a drag and sauntered over to the desk, blowing the smoke away from Seto’s face as he eased onto the side of the desk, offering the stick to Seto’s mouth. The youth looked at him and took it into his mouth, beginning to smoke as Bakura grinned.

He felt the hand smooth up his thigh and he stopped it, threading his fingers through Seto’s. The boy was always working. They hadn’t seen each other all this week. Not that Bakura was bored. Marik provided enough amusement for him as he visited the other yami at his job or did some broad day light thieving.

Seto held the phone against his neck and put the cigarette out when he was done smoking, blowing the smoke away and leaning up to kiss his boyfriend. Bakura smiled as they kissed, Seto putting the phone back to his ear even as the thief’s tongue invaded his mouth.

He pulled away with a quick breath and talked fast, hanging up quickly. He then stood up and leaned between Bakura’s legs, pulling the other boy closer to him.

“Where do you get shirts this tight…” the brunette mouthed his neck hungrily, pulling up said shirt, obscenities on the front. “Where have you been all week?”

The white haired yami leaned his head back. “You know how to use a phone Jackass.”

“So it’s Jackass now?”

Bakura kissed his mouth, hooking his arms around his neck. “Yeah you Bastard. Let’s jet. Gotta club I want to go to.”

“Damn it, I don’t want to go out. Can’t we just stay?”

Bakura licked Seto’s ear and bit his neck softly. “Let’s go, you can hump me on the dance floor.”

Seto laughed and didn’t move as hands were in his hair, pulling him into a needy kiss. He wanted Bakura on the desk right now and told him so by pushing against him hard.

The Thief King grunted and slid off the desk, pulling Seto behind him, They’d probably wind up fucking but he still wanted to go clubbing or something. They made it to his bed room and before Bakura could get to the closet he was steered toward the bed.

Seto kissed his neck and rubbed his hips, muttering random things, heated and needy in his ear. Bakura was tuning most of it out, his eyes on a box on the dresser. He’d never seen it before. Who was giving his boyfriend presents that were bought not stolen?

He hit the bet and laughed, Seto’s face under his shirt, pulling at his belt, tugging down his pants.

“Don’t you want to slow down?”

He was answered with a fierce kiss.

“No.” the brunette rasped, nuzzling the patch of hair above his hardening member.

The young CEO went in for the kill and took Bakura’s length in his mouth, trying to raise the boy’s temperature. Bakura took it in stride, his mind oddly still functional even though Seto was doing his best. He began to cry out softly, whimpering as he felt fingers at his hole. Why was Seto so eager for this?

After he felt the first two fingers slip in, it didn’t take him long to get in the mood. He gave a deep throated moan and pushed back, not caring that he was acting like a whore. As long as it was for Seto he didn’t care. He reached out. He wanted more kisses now, he wanted skin on skin. Forget the club, he wanted to feel this all night long.

“Still wanna go out?” the CEO growled in his ear, shoving in.

All Bakura could do was howl and dig his fingers in the boy’s back. They pushed and separated together awkwardly at first, unable to find a real rhythm through their lust, but eventually it was a familiar friction that had Bakura’s voice steadily rising.

“Seto!”

“Still wanna go out?” the boy gritted, grinning a bit as he hit the white haired boy’s sweet spot.

“No!” he moaned, reaching for Seto. “Harder –Haaa -”

He pushed back frantically, eventually his fingers finding his hair, his body arched and glistening as Kaiba pounded into him harder and harder.

“I need you Baby!” the boy growled. “I want you so much!”

Bakura could feel the kisses on his face and body, his hardness being roughly gripped and pulled to finish. He gave a straining keen and shot all over the both of them, trying to catch his breath, his eyes unable to open.

It was like this everytime. Everytime. What spell did this boy have over him to where he wasn’t himself any more –

He felt more pushing and couldn’t believe Seto was getting hard again. He felt his legs being spread and he threw his arm over his eyes, moaning.

“Seto, let me recover –”

Lips against his own, tongue in his mouth. “I want you!” came the urgent growl, more desperate pushes.

And his body couldn’t say no. He wanted it to. He laughed as he rocked his hips upward, wrapping his legs around Seto’s body.

“Then give it to me!”

His shirt was ruined, he knew it. There was cum all over the place when they were finished, but he didn’t think Seto cared as he helped him take it off and pulled him under the covers.

They lay there after, Seto rambling about his day, telling tales of employee idiocy was his favorite past time.

Bakura wanted to smoke, so he did, Seto taking it from his lips occasionally.

“So, what’d you do today?”

The thief shrugged and decided to ask another question. “What’s that box on your dresser?”

“Cologne.” Seto took a puff and handed it back. “Why? Jealous?”

“No reason. Just that I noticed it’s not what you usually wear.”

The young CEO chuckled. “So, you do go through my things. How often?”

Bakura smirked. “All the time Baby.”

They laughed and Seto kissed Bakura on the forehead. “Don’t worry about it.”

The thief grinned but he was indeed worrying about it. The whole fucking bed smelled different, but not the smell of sex different, just like someone else had been here different.

“Seto, do you love me?” he said quietly.

The CEO took his chin in hand and looked him in the eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Yeah I do. Messes me up, but yeah I do.”

“And so I love you too. What’s wrong? You don’t usually get mushy on me.”

“When did you have visitors in your room?”

“The other day. Just Dartz to talk about some new venture I’m about to embark on. He wants to see some models early, help with testing possibly. He’s a friend so I let him follow me in here while I hunted something up. Sat on the bed.”

Bakura nodded, putting out the cigarette. “That’s fine.”

“You’re jealous! That’s cute.” Seto hugged him close, resting his chin on his shoulder. “We’ll go out to that club tomorrow, what do you say?”

“I usually say ‘Fuck off Jackass’ but I think ‘Yes’ works too.”

The brunette laughed and nuzzled his neck. “Yeah, that works…”

****

Bakura rapped the back of his fist on the door, surprised when it flew open to reveal Ryou dressed in what could be said was his casual best.

“What the hell are you doing Bambi? Trying to give people heart attacks?”

Ryou blinked and looked down the hall way for a second, motioning for his yami to come in.

“I’m not sure how long you can stay. I know it’s one now, but Dartz is supposed to be taking me to lunch or coming over you know.”

Bakura shrugged and plopped down on the couch. “Whatever. Been quiet with out Mutt face here?”

Ryou smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Jou wasn’t loud all the time, but it’s odd not having someone back there. I have no idea where he went either. He made friends with Varon though. I wonder if he’s still seeing Mai…”

Bakura started to light a cigarette and Ryou took it from him gently, broke it in half and went to go throw it away. Bakura frowned and lit another one.

When the hikari came back from the kitchen, he gave a gasp and snatched the cigarette away. “No smoking Yami!”

The thief rolled his eyes. ‘Then what the fuck Ryou! You don’t have booze, what can I do!?”

“This isn’t some hang out!” He huffed and sat down. “You keep all that back home with Marik and Malik! I should’ve stopped you all when I had the chance two years ago! You’re all so awful –”

“How’s Rapunzel?”

Ryou stared.

“You look like a fish.”

“Don’t call him Rapunzel! I think Dartz’s hair is beautiful and very soft and he’s very handsome –”

“Are you trying to give him away to a good home?”

Ryou pouted and leaned back on the couch. “You’re awful. You’ll be sorry when he comes and I tell him all the things you said –”

“Ah shaddap and put on the tele.”

The white haired Brit sniffed but did as he was told, jumping a bit when Akefia leapt over the back on the couch onto the coffee table.

“I can’t believe you still have that menace.”

The hikari shrugged. “He’s cute in his own way.” He held out his hands and the kitten leapt into his lap, hissing at Bakura.

“Yeah, that’s cute. Where are my complimentary snacks?”

They both laughed and Ryou got up, dumping Akefia on Bakura’s lap. “I suppose you want tea?”

“Unless you have beer?”

Ryou rolled his eyes, laughing when Akefia dug his claws into Bakura’s thighs, trying to find a nice place to sleep.

“OUCH! DAMN!”

Instead of making a few snacks, Ryou just started cooking, forgetting that apparently Dartz was taking him to lunch or dinner or whatever meal he’d missed lately. When he was done, preparing and putting things in the oven, he went back to sit with Bakura who was watching tv and making random comments, Akefia asleep on his lap.

When the food was done, he was happy to watch Bakura inhale his share, muttering about how crappy it was even as he two devoured quite a bit.

The boy noticed this, worrying over his hikari.

When was the last time he ate? He usually doesn’t pull a Malik unless he’s been starving for days…

“Bambi, are you alright?”

Ryou stopped mid pea scoop and looked at Bakura. “Hm?”

“Have you eaten before today?”

Ryou blinked. “I…Dartz took me to breakfast just the other day!”

“How long ago was ‘the other day’?”

The boy seemed at a loss and Bakura frowned. “Did you eat this morning?”

Ryou didn’t say anything and Bakura pressed more. “Did you eat last night? Or even yesterday at all? Has Dartz been coming to see you?”

“Yes!” Ryou said exasperated. “He comes to see me all the time! He’s busy now that’s all –”

“STOP LYING!” the yami roared, causing Ryou to jump.

The next thing was quite expected as the hikari began to cry, his food forgotten. Bakura rubbed his face.

“For Queen’s sake…” he muttered. “Finish your food Ryou.”

The boy sniffled and stared at his plate. “He’s coming you know? He is. He’s just very busy.”

“Oh yeah. It’s middle of August. When’d you see him last?”

Ryou stared at his food, pushing his peas around.

“When Ryou? Answer me.”

“July. End of July. But that doesn’t mean anything! He’s going to college soon you know! That’s a lot of work and he has a whole business thing going on and –”

“Has he called you?”

“He’s busy Bakura! He does important things! I realize this! If I’m going to be his boyfriend it’s important that I know these things and be as supportive as I can!”

“You’re full of it.” Bakura wiped his mouth. “Pack your shit. You’re coming back home.”

“NO!” Ryou stood up, looking frantic. “I can’t! He won’t know I’m there! He only has this number! He’ll come by and if I’m not here he’ll –”

The white haired hikari swayed a bit and closed his eyes. Hunger combined with eating so fast was doing strange things to him. Bakura watched as Ryou ran for the bathroom. He made it in time to see the boy throwing up his dinner and anything else.

He saw blood and shook his head. “Does your stomach hurt a lot Ryou. Be truthful. You need to go to the doctor.”

“I’m fine…” he whispered, paler than usual. “I’m fine.”

Ryou washed out his mouth and splashed water on his face. “I think…I think you should leave.”

“I think you need to go to bed. We’re going to the hospital when you get up.”

The boy just nodded and let Bakura lead him to the bedroom and lay him down. He noticed something and asked before Ryou went to sleep.

“Hey, you get a new cologne?”

“No…I like to use Dartz’s sometimes. He left some stuff here so you know, when he over nights he won’t be in a rush for work.”

“Hm.”

****

Bakura ran his hands over Seto’s shoulders, massaging the boy as he leaned back in the kitchen chair.

“So, are we still going out?”

“Yeah, gotta find something for you to wear though…” the thief put his chin on top of Seto’s head, the CEO smiling.

“You’re so cute when you’re affectionate.”

“Hm.” He wrapped his arms around Seto’s neck and came around to sit on his lap, trying to just feel his whole person. Seto’s skin was warm, people are warm in general. When he was a spirit all he could do was be envious and hateful of that warmth, wanting it so bad he’d just take Ryou’s body for rides

Seto wrapped his arms around Bakura and the youth knew it was different. He knew what was wrong and didn’t want to say it. He’d be with him like this for as long as it would go.

“Seto…let’s stay in.”

“Hm?”

“I want you tonight.”

“Hm.”

“You can tell me all that mushy shit and I’ll pretend not to like it.”

A laugh, lips against his own. Yeah, he wanted this as long as it would last before…

“And we can order in and I can watch you say rude things about the delivery guy behind his back.”

“Yeah or I could just mug the delivery guy!”

Hands up his shirt, more kisses.

Before this all came to an end.

****
*Is my master plan apparent? Is it really now? I’ll tell you whatever you’re thinking, I’ve got many tricks in my bag. I like telling these short Kimi ga Iru stories but there will be a big one coming up.
* Home of Our Own, Velvet updates soon. I promise.