A Toast to Us

The loud clinking of glasses could be heard as the music of the drums blared loudly for the dancer’s and the guest’s. Many a flash of colors lined the three females who twirled within the confines of their silky scarves. They attracted any stray body that got lost in their graceful melody and then turned around with a clap as the other men ribbed their friends in jest. Priests were forbidden from having sexual relationships, but that didn’t prevent bodily desires from consuming them in these brief periods of ecstasy. And, if they weren’t acting on it, Seth didn’t see why he couldn’t let them relieve their tensions that way.

A hand trailed up his side and slithered down to his hip before whispering against his lower back. Seth turned with the movement, but no one was watching him for a reaction and no one was off to that particular side of him… except maybe the wall. But he didn’t see how the wall could’ve done that.

Seth smiled slightly and guessed maybe he moved his arm down to his side and somebody had hit his back. He walked off away from the wall with a glass of wine in his right hand. He twirled the red substance once and took a sip of it from the golden goblet. It was quite a beautifully encrusted cup with its turquoise ovals catching the light and the gold radiating its magnificence.

A light blue scarf wrapped around his waist and pulled him to an Egyptian woman with the most stunning, hazel eyes framed by dark skin. Her black hair fell in lengths to her waist even as it was tangled in a pony tail thrown over her shoulder. She slowly slinked forward towards him dropping her shoulders and swinging her hips. Seth laughed lightly and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

She shrugged, unfazed, and swirled back to the drummer to taunt him with her beauty. Seth watched her a bit before trailing off again in long, graceful strides— his own skirt swirling beautifully around his ankles in the wake of his movement. He spun once and smiled lightly in the fragrance of the night’s loving memory.

He bumped into someone and turned around to apologize but found no one there. He stared at the crowd of unaware people for a second before going to walk away. A bald priest came out of nowhere and snagged him from behind. Seth’s nose crinkled at the smell of beer on his breath as he leaned close in to the younger priest.

“Ha ha,” he slapped Seth hard on the back and the wine splashed onto the floor. Seth moved his foot away from the mess and snarled in disgust while the man continued, “I’m so drunk I thought I saw a hand trail down your side earlier.” He hiccupped, “When you were over there, I mean.”

“Hey Shada! You drunk bastard!!!” Karim crowed loud enough for a few of the other attending priests to look at him. Ah, yes, Shada. THAT was the man’s name. Seth really needed to get used to that soon, since Shada would eventually be working alongside him in serving their Pharaoh.

And this was Shada’s welcoming party anyways; which probably explained why he was so drunk. Only everyone would want to have some drink or another with him, because he was the new guy in the Palace. Sure, his father had been a priest, but Shada was now one of the elite. Or, so he would be when Simon finished his training with him. Shada was to be the new apprentice for the Millennium Ankh.

Shada gurgled happily when Karim slapped his back hard and Seth made to slip away as the two went off discussing rather unimportant topics matter-of-factly with a gay air. Seth slowly stepped backwards away from the two drunks only to feel his hips grasped firmly in place. He straightened up suddenly and felt himself being swayed into another body behind him.

“Bakura…” he murmured lovingly. He should’ve known that the infamous thief king was here when he felt the wall touch him, “You know you shouldn’t be here.”

“Hello, Seth,” and Seth jumped at the sound of the prince from behind him. Luckily, it went unnoticed for Bakura had held him back in place. The hand ran the length of Seth’s side and he heard a low moan in his ear. He shivered and felt his head meet Bakura’s neck.

“Hello, Prince,” Seth bowed forward and he felt Bakura shove his hips into Seth’s exposed ass. He came up a little too suddenly and the prince giggled at his seemingly unrefined grace.

“You can call me Atemu,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Thank you, Pri— Atemu!” he almost squealed the Prince’s name as rough hands groped his penis from within his skirt. Warm air trickled over his lower half and he twisted uncomfortably. He kicked his foot out a bit and connected with something solid. Bakura hissed quietly in pain at Seth’s disapproval.

“So… how are you enjoying yourself, Seth?” The little prince nodded towards the rest of the crowd, holding a small, almost untouched cup of wine.

“Oh, I’m quite enjoying myself. And you?” His skirt lifted from the back and Seth gasped in shock, but Bakura successfully caused him to drop the glass only when he pushed a finger into Seth’s ass. Seth rocked slightly uncomfortable on the finger as the Prince’s wide-purple eyes gazed into his. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

“Are you okay, Seth?” He picked the glass up gingerly from the floor and placed it on a nearby table. His round, purple eyes never leaving Seth’s face.

“Fine,” Seth gasped as Bakura ran his hand up and over the priest’s back. His finger swirled slowly within the priest and Seth tried to catch his quickening breathe.

“Positive? You don’t look fine…”

“Oh, I’ll be alright. Just too much to drink.” Seth smiled down at the younger boy and a part of him turned in disgust. Here, he was being molested by the King of Thieves, enjoying it, and all in front of his future Pharaoh. “So what’s your father been up to?”

“He’s just discussing boring subjects with Akunadin.” Atemu huffed his cheeks out in indignity. Seth found it cute that the little prince was not fascinated in the same areas as his father. Pharaoh was always trying to enforce his son with a sense of duty, but Atemu had too little of an attention span to learn right now. Seth was positive it would come to him in age, but Pharaoh still believed he needed to try to breed it within him even after Seth pointed this out.

“Boring? Or interesting?”

“Boring!” Atemu’s brows furrowed as he looked into Seth’s eyes for agreement and Seth laughed at the little prince. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Seth shuddered as the wind filled the missing hole where Bakura had been. But he felt Bakura push something bigger into Seth’s ass and he gasped in shock at Bakura’s indecency.

“What’s wrong?” The little prince looked into Seth’s face as he gasped to maintain his composure. He genuinely cared about whether Seth was okay or not. It was the big difference between his father and him— Atemu was real with his feelings and his father carefully guarded them.

Seth didn’t answer for a while as he felt Bakura draw his hips to and away from his ass. He loved the feeling the man created in his soul. And he wanted Bakura to just strike out at him and please him right now, but the whole palace would be in an uproar over the matter.

Bakura licked at Seth’s ear and whispered seductively, “In, out, in, out,” in time with his moving organ. Seth groaned a bit and his head lolled back in pleasure into Bakura’s muscular, cradling neck. “Just give in, Seth.”

Teeth nipped his ear and pulled gently on the flesh along his neck while sucking on the lightly tanned flesh. Bakura reached his hand around to Seth’s shirt and began tracing patterns around Seth’s nipples. Seth moaned a bit louder at the cold sensation it provided him contrasting the heat of his aroused groin.

“Seth…?” Atemu had backed away a bit in fear and Seth’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He had almost forgotten where he was and who he was with.

“I-It’s okay, little one,” Seth assured him, elbowing Bakura as hard as he’d permit himself. Bakura scowled in his ear and Seth let out a shocked gasp as Bakura pulled himself roughly out of his ass. He felt suddenly naked and empty as he stood there looking into purple eyes. “Why don’t you go run along and congratulate our new priest, hm?”

He bent over and tapped the prince on the nose with a smile to confirm he was okay. Atemu grinned a wide, toothy smile at him before making off to dash away. He turned around and just missed the wince caused by Seth’s pained ass. His eyes searched the priest calmly and another smile from Seth sent him off on his way again.

Seth stood up and rubbed his backside without actually touching his ass. The burning sensation from his unprepared encounter with Bakura was starting to turn him on more and he knew before long he would need Bakura. He sighed and looked around for Bakura with his moving feet, but he was nowhere near him.

His head turned this way and that in curiosity and, out of the corner of his eyes, he say a red cloak brush past the white of a priest’s skirt. And his blue eyes trailed to the wide, white smirk emphasized by the darkness of the skin of the bearer. Seth’s face flushed as the image fled before his eyes and he blinked a few times as if his eyes deceived him. Yet he knew Bakura had been there or he would not have seen him there. If Bakura didn’t want to be seen, then no one would see him and Bakura definitely wanted to be seen.

Seth stood erect at his full height and made a swaying walk towards the balcony. From the brief swish of the curtains leading outdoor, Seth knew that was where his enticing thief had gone.

“Seth!” came a voice from within the crowd, Seth turned around. He managed to conceal an exasperated look as the older priest approached him.

“Hello, Akunadin, sir,” Seth responded with a bow of respect to the older priest. Akunadin nodded his head to indicate that Seth could stand back upright.

“Tomorrow,” Akunadin spoke, quietly searching the crowd around them, “Pharaoh wants us to have a practice match to demonstrate to Shada how things work around here. Would you be up to dueling?”

Seth knew all too well that he’d have no choice to come or not, but Akunadin was always quite respectful and always offered people a choice. He nodded in a brief incline and waited for the man to leave, satisfied. However, Akunadin gently lead him by the arm to the white covered tables filled with exotic liquors and rare, juicy fruits.

“So how have you been these last few days?” Akunadin questioned, handing a new goblet to Seth who took it absent-mindedly.

“I’ve been fine,” Seth muttered, his eyes briefly flickering to the white liquid before resting on the curtains blowing in the breeze. He could almost feel Bakura calling him to come to him and he shivered in anticipation as he recalled the feeling of Bakura buried within him.

“Have you finished reading those old manuscripts I gave to you?” Akunadin asked, not noticing that the younger priest wasn’t paying him any mind at all.

“What? Oh!” Seth started in embarrassment at his thoughts, “You mean the one about punishments for crimes committed against the Pharaoh?”

“Yes, that one,” Akunadin nodded again, pouring himself a glass now. Seth looked a little into his cup and swirled the liquid around. The bridge of his nose crinkled slightly in disgust. He hated this particular brand of liquor. Sometimes, he wasn’t even sure why they called it wine nor was he sure how Akunadin could stand the kind.

He looked into the cup and a rose shade came to his cheek as his mind went back to where he wanted to be. The color made him think of semen and a phantom warmth ran through his backside as he felt his own soul call for Bakura.

But he just smiled, “Yes, yes, I have. And it was quite a read.” Seth turned his head sideways to look at Akunadin with his fake smile. He was really getting tired of being stopped from going where he wanted to go. He took a long swig of the liquor so as not to offend Akunadin and nodded. “If you don’t mind though, I’m feeling a bit woozy. You know, all this liquor, the atmosphere, everything. I think I shall go get a bit of air and come back later. Tell Pharaoh, though, that I will be there tomorrow a bit early and I’m looking forward to seeing him participate.”

Akunadin smiled and nodded in consent to Seth before lifting his glass and draining it. He turned and Seth watched him fade back into the crowd before he walked off to the balcony.

Seth trailed out into the cold air with his hands resting gently on his hips. He placed more weight onto his left hip and smiled seductively at the salute of the man against the balcony’s ledge. “You really should try the peacock, Bakura. I heard it’s delicious.” He bent his head towards Bakura and closed his eyes briefly before looking at him seductively.

“I have before,” Bakura extended his neck to the right, nonchalantly.

“And?” Seth smiled, crossing his arms and shifting his weight.

“It’s… exotically delicious.” And Bakura turned around as Seth wrapped his arms around his muscular neck. He planted a kiss on the man’s lips and smiled as Bakura’s tongue touched the tip of his mouth. Bakura smiled at him even though Seth had moved his mouth away before he could penetrate him. He let go of the balcony’s edge and grabbed Seth’s hips. Squeezing a bit, he roughly pulled Seth into him with one arm and dragged his hand harshly through Seth’s brown hair.

Seth whimpered slightly in pain and Bakura ran his tongue along Seth’s teeth. Seth moved his tongue upwards and nudged the back of Bakura’s busy tongue. Bakura shoved Seth’s tongue back down and ran his tongue down the roof of Seth’s mouth. Seth moaned and his lower lip trembled as Bakura groped Seth’s ass harshly. He massaged the younger man’s ass and Seth pushed his hips into Bakura’s.

Bakura’s tongue hit the roof of Seth’s mouth in excitement as the blood pounded through his body. His hips hit hard into Seth and Seth went weak in the knees in his arms. Bakura grinned into Seth’s lips as saliva ran down Seth’s chin and over his slender neck. Bakura lured Seth to the ground and pushed himself over the gentle priest.

He pulled his lips away and shoved his hips hard over Seth’s lower body. The priest’s back arched as his tailbone hit the rough cement. His fingers clenched onto Bakura’s back in need as he gasped sharply. His head fell back to the cement and rolled to the side to expose his neck to the thief king above him.

A smile twisted the older man’s lips as he began to plant smooth, sucking kisses interrupted erratically by a nip or two. He felt Seth bend in sweet ecstasy under his firm grasp— a sweet, tantalizing ecstasy that left him burning in a fire yet to be met. Seth placed his hands onto Bakura’s ass and tried to pull him down into him again, but met fierce abjection. Bakura’s teeth bit Seth’s neck harshly and the shrill delicacy of the scream that pierced the night sky was entwined with warm blood that dribbled down into the thief’s mouth.

Bakura sucked at the wound harshly as Seth breathed hard, his hands clenching under the red robe above him around a muscular back. His hands pulsed when Bakura bit into the wound to create a deeper pit and he could feel Seth trembling like a delicate rose in his own arms. And he loved the feeling.

Seth cried out in exasperation as his head tried to sink into the stone beneath him. He lifted his head slightly and brought it down sharply into the cement as Bakura’s tongue ran tantalizingly over his raw skin. The euphoria of the wound was sending him into a blinding madness. His nails dug into the taut skin above him as his head bashed into the cement again. He just couldn’t control the urge running through his blood.

A slight tension in his back muscles was the only signal Seth got of tearing into Bakura’s skin. And, even then, he missed it. He only knew it happened, because blood had welled up in the areas he’d punctured. Bakura shot his tongue over the open wound on Seth’s neck and he knew that his head had been cracked upon the ground below him and Bakura knew too. By the sparkling light dancing in his eyes as he watched the crimson liquid pour onto the white surface, Seth knew he knew.

His hands trailed along Bakura’s back. He was unwilling to pull the entranced thief out of his addiction and that was fine by him. His own sapphire eyes glittered in appreciation as he tried to calm down the throbbing in his groin and abate his breathing. He slipped the red robe from Bakura’s shoulders and let it cascade uselessly down to the ground. He eyed the fabric a second before bringing his attention up to the man’s chest.

There were a few scars on the dark skin that whispered of adventure in a far off place. And Seth ran a slender finger over the ghost wounds before pressing his palms firmly into Bakura’s chest. He was so nicely toned compared to anyone Seth had ever met before. He smiled happily up at the thief as the man’s eyes continued to watch the blood.

He ran his finger circularly around one of Bakura’s nipples. The cold air was getting to his body and yet his lover still had yet to stir in response. Seth brought his mouth up and kissed Bakura’s chest. The heat rising from the man’s upper body stirred something deep in Seth and he became slightly jealous. Why, after all, should the night air be allowed to suck that warmth from Bakura’s masculine chest?

Seth ran his tongue over Bakura’s chest and left a sparkling trail of saliva. Bakura twisted a slight bit above Seth, but couldn’t pull his eyes from the blood. Seth moved his hand lower and slid it under the dark blue fabric of Bakura’s skirt. He felt a heat beckon his blood to rise as his hand enclosed around Bakura’s hardened penis. His hand flexed around the organ slightly as he moaned in longing again.

His breathing was growing harder and stronger again and his hands trembled in anticipation as he began to remove the sash holding the man’s skirt in place. He sucked in a breath of awaited expectancy as he let the course fabric fall through his fingers. Bakura was a glorious creature with the most spectacular body and Seth let out a low whistle of awe in response. His finger stroked Bakura’s pride and a slight tremble ran through the other man’s body.

Seth clenched his hands around it and pressed a little to feel the throb of Bakura beneath his caressing hand. Bakura’s back arched towards the night sky and a groan of approval escaped his parted lips. Seth pushed Bakura backwards and laid himself on top of the almost completely naked man. The satin of his own clothing stirred Bakura to greater pleasure and Seth slid along him once onto his heels.

Bakura sat upright, his chest heaving, as Seth stood up and moved backwards away from him. His eyes watched Seth’s body as it swayed luxuriously away, but he still didn’t move. Seth’s hands removed the golden bands from his body first and a soft clink was the only sound they made as they hit the cement. He trailed his hands over his own pelvic and moaned as he raised his shirt above his head. Bakura stood up in response and took a few steps closer to the priest as he continued.

He pulled the upper blue fabric from around his middle and tauntingly brushed it across Bakura’s face as he slowly circled him. Bakura’s head followed the soft fabric and he followed Seth with glittering, seduced eyes. He caught Seth’s wrists and the priest let out a startled yelp as Bakura pulled him into him. His head brushed against Seth’s neck before he placed a dozen kisses slowly along the unharmed side of his neck. Seth groaned as he bumped his groin into Bakura’s— gently, coaxingly, rhythmatically.

Bakura smiled approvingly into Seth’s neck as he nipped the perfumed skin below him. His hands wrapped around Seth’s waist and removed the silky skirt hanging loosely around it. Seth’s hand slid along Bakura’s chest to remove the cream under-robe from one of Bakura’s shoulders before he removed the other side. His meager hands raced around Bakura’s neck and pulled the thief into a kiss.

Bakura’s mouth sucked on Seth’s lower lip and Seth moaned at the pleasure of being pulled in. The movements of his groin had sped up and he was no longer in control of the movement of his hips as they bucked irrationally at Bakura’s lingering touch.

The thief nipped his lower lip before sticking his tongue into Seth’s moan-parted lips. Seth buckled into Bakura harder as the saliva welled up in his occupied throat. Bakura’s tongue bathed in the glory of it as his tongue wrapped around Seth’s tongue. Seth’s twitching hands begged for more around Bakura’s arms and Bakura ran his tongue over the roof of Seth’s mouth. Seth groaned and his back arched as he felt the heat pulsate in his exposed pelvic.

Bakura’s eyes caressed Seth’s arched body and he licked the saliva spilled from Seth’s mouth from his own. He was going to break his little love if he didn’t do it soon and he wasn’t one to leave something so beautiful unfulfilled.

His hand trailed suggestively down Seth’s side before gently running over his firm buttocks. Seth rocked himself into Bakura’s groin a bit harshly and Bakura bit his lip to stop the sound from breaking free. But a subtle moan trembled from his lips when he released his lower lip and Seth groaned in the pleasure of Bakura.

Bakura laid Seth along the ground where his pool of blood lay undisturbed. His big hands trailed along Seth’s hips and he felt himself rock forward in his impatience. He lifted a delicate, long leg and draped it around his shoulder. He traced the inner part of Seth’s thigh and the priest below him gasped as he secreted a little. Bakura’s lips curled into a smile as he craned his neck to clean the head of Seth’s groin. Seth cried out in a pleasurable shock at the small suction of Bakura’s lips around him.

He rocked forward a little into Bakura’s mouth and the thief stole away. Seth’s head rolled on the ground and a moan of desperate longing echoed in the night air.

Almost cruelly, Bakura let the cold air settle on Seth’s penis and he watched his love squirm at the sensation. Seth bucked forward in desperation and he groaned a few times at the unrelenting breath of the cold air. Bakura bent his head forward again and licked the tortured organ before placing a kiss onto its quaking torment. Seth’s lips bred a cross between a growl and a groan as he shot up into Bakura’s waiting hand. Bakura squeezed and Seth released himself a bit more into the thief’s grasp. He growled as he bit his lower lip in frustration; Seth’s hands now covered his eyes as a tear of anger ran down his cheek. He didn’t want to lose it yet! He wasn’t going to reach climax before Bakura had even begun to penetrate him.

But Bakura had a different idea.

He bit Seth’s lower half and a shocked, startled sound shot out of him as he felt a ripple run through his body. His unsettled region couldn’t hold it in anymore and Seth ejaculated into Bakura’s mouth. Seth let out a cry of aggravation as Bakura pulled his head away and drank the sweet seed of Seth down slowly. He always loved the way Seth tasted.

He ran a hand along Seth’s cheek and wiped away a tear before he leaned forward to plant a kiss on his wet skin. “Now this will hurt you a bit more,” his words licked at Seth and he felt a shiver run into his penis again and felt himself begin to painfully harden.

“Bakura…” Seth gasped in pulsating displeasure as his hands groped at the ground in pain. Bakura gently lifted Seth’s other leg around his neck and he smiled down at his priest.

“Yes,” Bakura eyed Seth greedily, “This is what I want.”

Bakura plunged himself deep within Seth and Seth cried out in a spasm of the pain of his unprepared ass and his rising penis. He grasped out for Bakura and failed miserably at reaching for the thief. Bakura remained pushed in and Seth cried out again at the pain of Bakura’s pulsing until Bakura drew out slowly. His hand reached out again and this time wrapped tightly around Bakura’s muscular arm. He twitched in discomfort of the slow, teasing ride of Bakura retreating.

His moan forced Bakura to buck his hips into Seth’s ass again. Seth’s scream pierced the sky as harshly as Bakura penetrated him and Bakura roughly pulled out just to dive back in again. Another scream broke from Seth as his body recoiled from the blow of Bakura’s drive. He wanted so badly to touch himself just to relieve the pain in his aroused organ, but he already lost once tonight and he wasn’t going to do it again.

He rocked his ass on Bakura’s penis a bit to distract himself and found that the other man’s tensed arms and groans hurt him more. Perhaps if he gave into the maddening feeling, Seth would find himself better occupied and he let himself slip a little more of the rein of control to Bakura.

Bakura arched his spine and drove himself as deep as he could go within Seth. Seth’s body arched forward to meet his and Seth kissed the other man’s neck in speeded longing. Bakura withdrew his hips and slammed himself hard into Seth again and he howled at the touch of Seth’s gentle lips and the harsh bidding of his erection. He threw himself into Seth again with another animal cry and Seth’s fingers ran along his shoulders coaxingly even though he himself was still in pain.

“It’s okay, Bakura, I’m here,” Seth hushed the older man as Bakura began to push himself over the edge. And Bakura let another animalistic noise catch in his throat in a low growl as he drove himself upwards into Seth’s ass. Seth’s fingers flexed a little around the man’s throat and Bakura screamed in irritation.

Seth pulled Bakura roughly by the hair forward and planted a loving kiss on the man’s forehead and Bakura roared again as a savage rush undulated through his unrelenting organ. He wanted to fill Seth so badly, but his body itself was determined to be his own torture in this sexual game of dominance. Bakura roared again as he knocked himself into Seth and forced Seth’s hips to bend upwards in the motion of Bakura’s rolling motion.

Bakura’s hands pressed harder down onto the cement as he buried himself deep within Seth. Seth moaned appreciatively as his fingers ran down Bakura’s cheek to rest on his drenched neck. The perfume of Bakura’s sweat was driving Seth wild for the older man above him and he blew a kiss at the trembling man. Bakura groaned in anxiety as his body rocked into Seth’s tight ass again and he felt a hot surge bring him so close to the edge.

His head was spinning as he looked down into the calm, sapphire eyes of the one he loved. He threw his head back and cried out in irritation as his own organ refused to let him release himself into Seth. He pushed himself in a bit farther and heard Seth gasp in soreness of his raw ass. Bakura bent over Seth blinded in rage as he drove himself in and out like a raving lunatic.

“BAKURA!” Seth screamed as he drove his nails into Bakura’s arms. “BAKURA, STOP!!!!!” But Bakura was too enraged to hear him and Seth painfully ejaculated, for the second time that night, into Bakura’s lower stomach. Bakura threw his head back one last time and roared as he finally reached his climax.

His hot seed shooting into Seth sent chills down Seth’s spine and he shuddered at the ache in his penis. He had yet to pull his frozen fingers from Bakura’s now-bleeding arms as he huffed in the pleasure (and pain) that this night had given to him.

Bakura collapsed over Seth and Seth kissed his sweaty neck. He loved him so much. Bakura was everything to him and more. He felt the rising shudder of Bakura’s every ragged breath and the quick thumping of Bakura’s heart against his chest. He nuzzled his head into Bakura’s shoulder as his right hand enveloped the wet backside of Bakura while his left intertwined into white locks.

“I… love… you,” Bakura panted as he placed a kiss over Seth’s wet forehead. He lifted a tired arm from under him and ran his right hand threw Seth’s hair as his left hand groped Seth’s penis. Seth shivered at the cajoling gentleness of Bakura’s hand and he forgave him for the painful reawakening he’d been forced to suffer— but then, Seth had to since he enjoyed it.

“I love you more, you monster,” he teased as he placed a kiss onto Bakura’s lips. Bakura smiled wearily down at Seth as he continued to stroke the wet hair a bit longer. His fingers then twisted in Seth’s hair as his brows knitted a little in visible distress. He laughed a little and then kissed Seth before falling beside him and, therefore, out of him.

“What?” Seth asked, turning over to face Bakura.

“You know,” Bakura started, heaving himself up onto his right arm, “I would love to sprawl you on that table out there and take you.” He nodded a bit towards the entrance of the balcony, referring to the party on the other side. Seth listened a bit to the clinking of glass and the merry voices ringing from within and he was a bit relieved to know no one had heard their passion.

“How far?” He asked, looking up into Bakura’s steely grey eyes as the thief rolled himself on top of Seth’s naked body.

Bakura eyed him in amusement, and he smiled and kissed Seth before he continued, “Farther than you’ve ever gone before.”

“That sounds good,” Seth answered nonchalantly, “But you know what they’d do to you… to me.” He ran a finger over Bakura’s scar before looking back into the loving eyes above him.

Bakura nuzzled Seth’s stroking hand and he kissed it gently, “I know. It’s a damn shame really. We’d turn quite a few heads.”

A crystalline laugh broke from Seth’s lips and he covered his mouth, “We’d be the envy of every soul there, Bakura!”

A wide grin crept onto Bakura’s face, “I know.” And he kissed his beautiful, precious Seth. “Will you stay with me tonight, little priest?”

Seth let Bakura kiss his hand again and smiled gracefully at the thief. “Bakura, I wish I could…”

“Just this once,” Bakura’s eyes pleaded although his voice didn’t break its smooth countenance.

“Bakura…” Seth said sadly.

“Please?” he whispered. “You can say you were drunk and passed out out here. I’ll be gone by tomorrow morning. Please…?”

Seth smiled at Bakura, tiredly, “Oh, alright you, greedy, little thing. Just this once.” Bakura grinned in victory and Seth held his arms up for Bakura to lie down. Bakura obliged and nuzzled Seth’s neck as the priest yawned sleepily, “But you had better be gone in the morning.”

“I will,” he promised, and with a more perverted tone, “Have I ever disappointed you before?”

“No,” Seth laughed, “you haven’t. Now come here and kiss me.” Bakura gave Seth a loving kiss as Seth wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck. He nuzzled the thief’s neck before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep in the cradling embrace of his admiring lover and his grey, ever-watching gaze.

The End.