A Dark and Steamy Night

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The rain beat on him as he continued to glide along the streets like a phantom. Many busy bodies around him rushed under awnings, into cars, seeking any safe haven from the forbidding rain. Frankly, he preferred this kind of rain— nature in a highly aroused, passionate state. Who didn’t enjoy the finer emotions that could be wrung out of any soul if only one knew the right buttons? Wasn’t that why drama and television and such had been invented?

He shifted the weight slung over his right shoulder a bit. The rain was causing his victim to slide off the black jacket clinging tightly to his body by the will of the cool downpour. No one even batted an eye at the slumped figure his hand held tightly in place, but no one generally cares about someone they don’t know. Benefit of the doubt. That small phrase would probably explain why no one else would stop him and ask. After all, couldn’t his little captive be a drunken friend that he was carrying home?

Oh, but how wrong “little” felt! To him, and everyone else, who he’d stolen for his own would be anything but unnoticed. He caught himself quite a catch: the Great, and Powerful, Seto Kaiba.

He was beautiful. His brown locks fastened themselves tightly onto his forehead, yet other locks dripped water onto the back of his black jacket. His face, even though he couldn’t see it currently, was softened in the slight daze of unconsciousness. Thus, did light skin close softly over beautiful, blue orbs that could stir even the most distant soul. He was different though. Seto Kaiba’s piercing gaze could not sever him from his resolution.

Something inside him turned as he swept down a dark, narrow alley. He attributed the feeling to a dark, twisted satisfaction that was now beginning to pump through his veins. They were almost to their destination and soon his little game would begin. He was so close; he could almost taste the sweat that would rise off his fearful prey in the distinct, beautiful horror.
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The building that rose off the deserted street was like something that came out of a horror movie. An old shack that may, at some time, have been used as a storage place or maybe a small factory was now deserted. There were holes in the cracked, wooden roof that invited the rain into its desolate chambers— perhaps, as a friend, he thought laughingly to himself.

There were windows in the roof too where the rain danced and slid down its weak panes like the whore nature is. His brown eyes stopped molesting the surface as he walked into the crumbling shack. They quickly brushed over the rusting, metal beams over his head where numerous ropes coiled dangerously around.

He shifted Kaiba from his shoulder and into his arms making sure to run his hands over the firm curve of his ass and up the well toned back muscles, over the shoulder blades, and into the brown tangle of hair. He clenched his fingers down and roughly brought the Asian’s head up to meet his. His mouth placed a couple of harsh kisses onto the tender ones of Seto Kaiba’s before he pried the mouth apart with his fingers. He dipped his tongue into the warm mouth as he sucked on the extended, lower lip of his desire. Pushing his tongue in deeper, he groaned slightly into the kiss as the warmth contrasted his cold, wet flesh. He shuddered once and then quickly pulled away from the teen. He needed to be a good boy until a little later.

One lone hook dangled from a coil of rope and Yami Bakura made his way over there supporting his captive in his arms. Seto looked so peaceful laying there, eyes closed, mouth parted, breathing softly. His left arm dangled close to Bakura’s groin and he shivered at the brief contact between his captive’s hand and his lower body. Seto’s other arm rested, folded, on his slowly rising and falling chest.

After placing Kaiba gently on the ground, Yami Bakura walked to the other side of the room and up the stairs to the side. The only sound that broke through the rain was a small cuss that escaped him as a few shards of glass cracked under his weight. However, the glass did not penetrate through his shoe and he continued his path more cautiously through the broken glass field.

He applied a little pressure with his hand to one of the rusted beams. It creaked, but besides that did nothing more. He hopped up onto the beam and gained his balance immediately as the metal groaned under the pressure. It would work.

Walking with one foot in front of the other at a mediocre rhythm, he made his way to the coiled ropes resting at the other end. He threw his sopping wet jacket from his shoulders to the ground below and shoved his hand deep within his pant pocket. Shifting a few luxury items that Ryou carried on him (a wad of money, his license, etc), Yami Bakura removed his prize from its sleeping depths. The knife glinted with the light of the thunder that struck its tongue at the ground outside and he bent down to cut himself off a good length of rope. He held it up and examined it for any loose areas that would make escape an option. When he was satisfied, he rolled the rope around his upper, right arm and jumped down from the beam. He landed, crouched, over the unconscious Seto Kaiba and he felt his groin pulse at the closeness of the precious gem he’d stolen. A thrill shook his spine as he stood up right, pulling Kaiba onto his feet and back into his arms. He held him tightly to his chest for a brief moment and let Seto’s warm breath caress his neck. Suddenly he turned Seto around so that his tight ass met Bakura’s groin.

A sick delight coursed through his length and down his legs through his tightening stomach muscles. He pushed himself into Kaiba as he lifted the man’s arms above his head. He kissed his neck once and nuzzled the other’s resting head. He loved the smell of the rain and perspiration rising of the body against him.

He made quick work of tying the young CEO’s hands together and pushing the thick knot over the hook. He lifted up one limp leg and ran his hand down the length of it as he slid his hips into Kaiba’s. He wrapped the leg around him carefully and rocked himself hard into the man in the course of the sensation that rolled through his spine. He could feel himself hardening into the other body and it began to disrupt his vision.

Letting the loose leg drop, he clutched his head in a vain attempt to gain his composure back. He shook his head once and then turned around to trail over to the other side of the room. He shifted some of the left over debris at his foot and roughly picked a tire up from the floor. Throwing it into the corner of the pile littering the dust covered floor, Bakura plopped down on to it and threw his right leg over his left as he crossed his arms against his chest.

He let his eyes rest quietly in the tension-filled air of the shack. His breathing returned to normal under his careful command and he lapped up the suspense as he waited for Seto Kaiba to awaken. The moment commanded patience now; he needed to wait until his prey was aware before beginning the CEO’s descent into his addiction. Bakura’s lips curled into a smirk at the thought. Oh yes, Seto Kaiba would belong to him and his madness before tonight was over.

Bakura’s eyes opened slowly and he examined the room a bit more. How ironic for a man made of money (and Seto Kaiba was made of the substance) to be taken here by a mere thief. Well, that was undermining. Yami Bakura was no where near a ‘mere thief’. He was the King of Thieves! And anything less could not even dream of breeching the protection of Seto Kaiba’s fortress and take away a piece of the tall teen, let alone the teen himself. Yami Bakura licked his lips with a predatory hunger gushing through his blood at the thought.

He repositioned his legs to rest firmly on the floor and leaned forward. Shifting in slight discomfort, Yami Bakura pulled his drenched shirt off his cold figure. He threw the blue-striped fabric on a low-hanging rope and rubbed his arms and his chest a bit. Hopefully, he’d warm up a bit before the cold decided to kill his host’s body of pneumonia…

Standing up, he ran his hands up and around his muscles to create a bit of friction. He sucked in a mouthful of cool air and blew it out just as quick. He was never one for patience, but then he had never done something like this before. The newness of this deed, not knowing where it could go, not knowing what would happen, thrilled him immensely. It had the frailty of a moth, and that made him smile to himself: Seto was the moth, he was the symbolic death, and their beautiful music— the flame. He shuddered again and groaned at the unpleasant sensation of the cool air washing quickly over the heated desire.

Bakura trailed over to Seto quietly and picked up his black jacket. He wrung out the jacket and water splashed down to form a bigger puddle beneath the dripping, Seto Kaiba. He watched the lovely face resting on the brunette’s chin as he slipped his arms into his black jacket. Shrugging the jacket up onto his shoulders, Yami Bakura wrapped long, white fingers around the man’s fallen chin. He forced the head to look up at him and his brown eyes searched for any signs of consciousness.

He growled in disappointment and let Kaiba’s head fall back roughly. He stalked over to his tire seat again, but became distracted midway by the junk laying next to and around his temporary chair. Bakura walked over to it and jerked the pale, dusty cloth covering it off. He shifted his foot through it and snarled in disgust as a cool, white liquid splashed on the floor. He drew his foot back in disgust and glared at the used item lying uselessly on its side.

He picked it up briefly with the tips of his fingers and flung it towards the other end of the room. Humans could be such base, carnal creatures! A peel of laughter broke from his lips as he found a deflated mock creature a few seconds later. He lifted her up gingerly to his face and laughed at the wide circle of her mouth painted in a bright red hue. Some men had all the luck and some… well, they made do with what they could find.

Yami Bakura threw her uselessly aside and begun searching for more items— something that could quell his impatience for a time being. That’s when his hand smashed against something sharp enough to pierce the flesh coldly. A sharp intake of air signaled his slight shock, but he rather enjoyed the feeling of pain that coursed around the area from the sweeping kiss of euphoria.

He held his hand up to eye level and smiled briefly at the needle sticking out of the end of it. Staring at it with slightly unhappy eyes, he hoped to the heavens that the user hadn’t had some sort of blood transferable disease. His eyes slightly lit up at the little remaining liquid inside of it— a new brand of date rape drugs if ever he’d seen one. A slight chuckle ran through the quiet, worried air of the warehouse. The little needle had probably been used on the blow up date who wouldn’t fuck the basic mortal castaway.

He plucked the needle out and tossed it aside to his discard pile. Honestly, he needed to be more careful, but this wasn’t his body he had to worry about and anything that came up he was sure he could deal with. Although… waiting for another incarnation might be a pain.

His hand slid over something, cold, metallic, and rusty and before he even picked up the flimsy item he knew what it was: a hand saw. He smiled as he let his tongue run over its surface. His eyes shot towards his victim and his lips curled into smirk. Oh, what damage he could cause with this corroded demon. A demon who’s skin tasted like blood!

Yami Bakura laid it down next to his foot and shifted himself onto his hands and knees. He began shifting through some more of the items and casually pocketed a wet twenty dollar bill he found before he came across something else that interested him. He snatched the pipe from the floor and examined it lazily. It shined in the light, courteous of the heavens, and that’s what caught his eyes, but other than that he saw no point to the item.

A flash of creativity crossed through his mind however and the smile that graced his lips was full of sick sweetness that would turn even a grown man’s gut. He pumped the item into his left palm as he stood up and walked away from the saw a bit. An item like this was too good to waste.

Quickly, he turned around and hurled the pipe against the wall with a great, nasty crack. He grinned in admiration of the aftermath and he reached his hand into the hole to remove the pipe. This was going to be a wonderful instrument to the little number running through his head currently.

Stalking back over to his saw, he dropped the pipe with a clink on the ground and ran his hands through the rest of the items. He found nothing else to his satisfaction, but the time was not wasted. His thoughts had suddenly recollected the shattered glass up stairs and he was sure an extra bit of rope couldn’t hurt.

He made his way back up the creaky stairs, humming a little as he went. His hand ran against the side of the rail and he watched Seto with a lingering lust as he went. Watching Seto choke against the firm coil of the rope would be a magnificent sight. Or perhaps the firm coil could be used as a whip, because the world would see Seto Kaiba under the cruel hand of his domination. He felt the heat in his groin stir once more and he licked his lips in a vicious hunger.

Then the glass would sparkle in the dim, flickering lights of the quaking world outside. He grinned as he picked up one of the long shards from the dusty floor. Turning it once in his hand, he stared at the dry blood and imagined the blood running free from that light, Asian skin. His patience was on its last ledge as the lust-filled touch coiled through his lower body and slithered like a snake in the grass into his groin.

He blew the dust off the glass shard and held it outside to let the rain wash away the dry blood specks. Again he dried it on his pant leg and shoved the glass shard into his pant pocket before retracing his steps on the balance beam.

Below him he heard a small grunt coincide with the creaking of the metal beam he walked. Uncertain, he paused to let just Kaiba’s weary groan fill the air and a smile of twisted proportions appeared on his lips. Let the game begin!

Yami Bakura finished walking over to the rope and watched his prey as he cut the thick bounds. His eyes never fully left Kaiba who was looking around with wild, blue eyes. Seto Kaiba was never one for fear, but when you can’t recall where you are and are bound for the first time in your life, then there is bound to be some internal terror. He’d probably shield it as soon as Yami Bakura appeared though. Damn shame really, his eyes looked so much more beautiful in the terror that was painted across them.

Jumping off the beam, Yami Bakura landed before Seto. He mock bowed to the former priest before standing up in one sweeping movement. As per his prediction, the panic in Seto’s eyes became shielded. But deep in those blue orbs, Yami Bakura could see the fear stirring behind them like a sleeping animal.

“Hello, Seto Kaiba.”

“Where the hell am I!” Seto hissed angrily, it was more or less a demand than a question.

“Tsk, tsk, did no one teach you manners?”

“Where are we, Bakura!”

“Say, ‘hello, Bakura’.” Yami Bakura fingered the rope in his hands; it wouldn’t do much as a whip.

“Tell me where we are!!!” Kaiba was getting really angry now and the red flush across his face, the glow in his eyes—! Yami Bakura moved forward suddenly and kissed Kaiba roughly. He shoved his tongue into Kaiba’s parted mouth. The quick movement caused the other man to tense up automatically in defense and Yami Bakura felt the invisible shield build around Kaiba more— he wanted that shield to build up before he cracked through it and brought the strong man to his knees.

A few seconds later, Kaiba’s teeth crashed down onto Yami Bakura’s tongue and the white-haired man tensed in pain. The blood from his tongue dripped into Kaiba’s mouth and he let Yami Bakura pull himself out of the cavity of his mouth. Yami Bakura gasped as the blood filled his mouth and he spit before returning a smile to Kaiba. The man shook slightly in indignation at the nerve of his captor.

“Now, say ‘hello, Bakura’.” Yami Bakura whispered dangerously, eyes flashing. Seto looked slightly disturbed at the sight of them and turned his gaze farther away.

“No. I want to know where I am.”

“Say it, Seto, or you’ll regret it.” And Yami Bakura was next to a pile of items that Kaiba couldn’t see properly. He had decided that Seto was not yet prepared to deal with a saw blade, but everything else was fair game.

“Then tell me where I am—“ Kaiba’s jaw made a sick cracking noise as the cool metal of the pipe connected. He swung wild eyes back up at Bakura in shock and the taste of blood became prominent in his mouth.

“What do you need to say?”

“H-Hello, Bakura.” Seto trembled slightly and he coughed the blood out of his mouth. Yami Bakura grinned triumphantly.

“Good boy,” he kissed Kaiba briefly on the lips. Yami Bakura turned around and began humming to himself. Uselessly, Kaiba tried to break free from his rope hand cuffs. He wanted to cry out in horror when the bond wouldn’t give.

“So what shall we do first?” Yami Bakura sat down casually on the tire seat and stared at Kaiba. “You know, it was very rude of you to have slept for almost two hours now.”

Kaiba scoffed, “Yeah. I was asleep, Bakura. You invaded my home and kidnapped me. And I was being rude!”

“What an attitude!” Yami Bakura feigned surprise, but the smile that appeared on his face disturbed Kaiba, “I’m sure I can beat that out of you.”

“Quit playing games—“

“Oh, those have yet to begin, my dear, they have yet to begin.” And his eyes glowed treacherously at the pipe smeared slightly with Seto’s blood. He licked the rod of the substance and hardened in spite of himself. The blood that coursed through Seto’s veins was sweet, but with a twinge of bitterness and he wanted more. Yami Bakura grinned.

Seto looked around, because looking at the thief was beginning to break his resolve and he needed to stay calm so he could get himself out of this. However, something told him he wouldn’t be going anywhere until Yami Bakura was satisfied.

What Kaiba didn’t notice was that Yami Bakura had shifted his attention to something else. A little ways away from his discard pile, Yami Bakura spotted a hand-held stun gun. He flipped the switch twice and the item kicked on. In fact, that had to be when Kaiba noticed he had the item, because his wet body conducted the 200,000 volts. He yelped in the quick onslaught of pain and dropped the taser to the floor. It hurt like a bitch.

Kaiba bit back a laugh, and mockingly called, “Are you all right?”

“Quite,” growled the white-haired thief as he cradled his twitching hand. He flexed his fingers a few times and slowly brought them back under his control. He bent over and picked the gun off the floor. Finding the knob of the stun gun, Yami Bakura decreased the shock. After flicking it on again he shuddered as the electricity shot through his body: perfect. “So what would you like to do?”

“I would like to know what lovely place you’ve brought me to,” Kaiba feigned sweetness with the side-effect of killing the manners instilled in him. “Is it your home?”

Yami Bakura threw his head back and laughed and Kaiba shuddered. He didn’t want to be hit with the pipe again. “My home? Why, no! This isn’t my home, Seto dear. Well, that is,” Yami Bakura dropped his upper body forward and focused dangerous, brown eyes upon the helpless Kaiba, “unless you would like it to be.”

“What? I get a choice in the matter?” Kaiba rolled his eyes, putting off his anxiety by taunting the thief.

“Of course, Seto Kaiba.” The thief straightened himself up and walked a few paces closer to Kaiba.

“Then yes. I think this is a suitable home for you.”

“But I would get so lonely here!” Yami Bakura turned his gaze away from the window and smirked at his quarry, “Would you mind keeping me company?”

“Okay, drop the act!” And Yami Bakura turned around to fully face Kaiba, “I want to know where I am and why I’m here.”

Bakura looked as if he was thinking about it for a while. “Think of it as a business proposition of sorts,” he began slowly. “I have a transaction of sorts to take care of with you.”

“And what would that be?” Kaiba’s blue eyes narrowed angrily at the snickering thief.

“Oh, you’ll know soon enough.” Yami Bakura sat on the ground in front of Kaiba and stared up at him. Kaiba fought the urge to kick him, because somehow he felt that was what Bakura wanted him to do. “So how’s you’re brother?”

“You leave him alone!” Seto shouted in rage and his right leg connected firmly with Bakura’s rib cage. Yami Bakura gasped in pain, but he made it a point to get out of range of Kaiba’s foot.

“Fine, fine,” he breathed, “It’s a touchy subject! How’s work?”

Kaiba’s beautiful eyes set a fire in his face as he shot Yami Bakura one of his trademark glares. It bothered him greatly when the criminal looked up into his face and smiled serenely. For whatever reason, Kaiba chose to act on instinct and he spat into Yami Bakura’s face.

He instantly regretted it when the pipe connected with his face again.

Wiping away the spit, Yami Bakura’s eyes flashed. “Don’t- you- EVER- do- that- again,” with every emphasis Kaiba’s head rung sharply with the pain of the metal against his face. Yami Bakura let the pipe slowly fall from his hand and, huffing a bit in the aftermath of his rage, he wrapped his arms around Kaiba’s neck. He kissed him sorrowfully and somehow Kaiba knew it would be a bad idea to knee him in the crotch at the moment.

Yami Bakura shoved himself into Kaiba’s mouth and Seto groaned at the much gentler roll of his captor’s skilled tongue. His tongue pressed over Kaiba’s and swirled around it slowly once, then twice. Bakura’s saliva mixed with Kaiba’s and the brunette’s mouth watered. His bottom lip trembled and he sucked on Bakura’s lower lip in need.

When Bakura finally pulled away, Seto couldn’t help prevent a soft moan from escaping. Yami Bakura eyed him warily and turned to walk away.

He was tugged to a stop by a pair of leg’s being intertwined around his middle. Softly, he stroked the long, graceful leg before turning around to face Kaiba. Seto’s eyes were slightly glazed in the passion of their encounter and his lips quaked as if calling out for Bakura’s smooth sensation. Internally, he grinned to himself.

“Can I help you?” Yami Bakura asked, nonchalantly.

“What did you do to me?” Kaiba growled defiantly, squeezing Yami Bakura between his legs tightly. Yami Bakura took in a sharp blast of air and forced himself back down from the arousing pleasure it pushed through his pelvis. Seto was too dead set on an explanation to actually notice Bakura’s response.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” he shuddered, still slightly breathless at the sight of Kaiba’s legs around him. He needed to control himself or he was going to mess up his whole delicate plan. His hand trembled beside him in need of touching those smooth legs and groping the prize between them. Yami Bakura groaned miserably as his head rolled back instinctually and Kaiba cocked a brow at him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Boy, you’re all about questions!” Yami Bakura snapped angrily, pulling his head back down to look at Kaiba. He shoved Kaiba’s legs off of him and Seto fell haphazardly to the floor with a slight wince. His blue eyes watched Yami Bakura as the thief bent down to pick up the pipe from the floor. Seto’s eyes flickered a moment with fear and Yami Bakura thrived in the pleasure boiling in his groin.

The pipe began to hit his palm again and Yami Bakura stared with a carnivorous appetite into blue eyes full of disquiet fear. But something deeper beneath the layer screamed out for him and Bakura knew he was beyond any point of reconciliation. Seto’s eyes screamed for this tension for this one moment before the climax of their sick tragedy and what a joy ride it was! Although… Seto had yet to succumb to begging for Bakura to penetrate him through the ass.

“You want this…” he whispered barely audible for Kaiba and the young man shifted uncomfortably in his bondage. His eyes could find no refugee anywhere within the dirt-ridden, mad house. So they settled uneasily upon the dark depths of the brown ones before him. He wanted it, yet still he shook his head.

“Leave me alone, you sick fuck.” Kaiba breathed as Bakura came closer to him. He tensed more and more with every step taken. And his eyes settled on the pipe pumping in his captor’s hands before falling onto Bakura’s cock. Seto swallowed and his breathing came out slightly more rugged. His heart quickened in the thought of the pleasure that hid underneath a thin layer of fabric. Seto swallowed drily.

“I want to hear your sweet release echo from every corner of this building,” Yami Bakura’s eyes were drowning Kaiba’s resolve and he knew it. He played every string of Seto’s nerves like a harp. Humans were nothing but emotions and feelings and Yami Bakura was dangling that in front of Kaiba like food to a starved child. He laughed to himself— soon Kaiba would find himself fulfilled.

Yami Bakura ran his hand around the small of Kaiba’s back to grasp his ass firmly. Seto choked out a cry and squirmed straight into Bakura’s hips. Yami Bakura grinned as shock settled into Kaiba’s veins. He tried to move backwards, but the thief’s hand held their groins pressed together. Bakura dipped himself down Seto’s body, causing the man to clutch his bonds and throw his head back and scream in frustration.

“Then beg me, beautiful one,” Yami Bakura whispered tauntingly in his ear, “Let me grant you with the greatest fulfillment of your mortal life. Let me assault you.” He wanted so badly to shove his cock deep into Seto and hit those glands that would have him rolling into his body, but he had to wait until Seto needed him. He couldn’t keep Seto coming back for more, if the man didn’t want it.

“N-No!” Seto’s hands twitched around the rope and he wanted to bury his hands into Bakura’s white mane, “Get your hands off me!”

His scream was strikingly crystalline as it ran off the ceilings in the roll of Bakura into him again.

“Scream for me, Seto!” Yami Bakura cried triumphantly, thrusting himself sharply into Seto again. The young, trembling man huffed in the effort of holding out as Yami Bakura slid himself to crouch down at Seto’s crotch. “Scream for me,” Yami Bakura called to him.

Hands barely skimmed the outskirts of Kaiba’s pants and another strangled cry rippled through his throat as tears burned in his eyes. He didn’t want this; he didn’t want any of this!

Roughly, Yami Bakura pulled Seto’s jeans to his ankles. He stared at the prize he longed to touch and smiled, he knew Seto liked the coarseness in which Bakura handled him.

“Well, well, well,” he breathed as he inched Seto’s boxers down bit by bit. The smooth, soft cloth urged Kaiba’s erection on and his hips bucked slightly as his panting became more prominent. Yami Bakura enjoyed the way the air caught in his lover’s throat. “What could this be?”

With precision, he barely skinned Kaiba’s pulsating penis with his hand. Seto’s breathing halted and Yami Bakura, longing for so long now, groped Seto’s penis hard in his hand. Seto screamed with the result of furthering Bakura along to the point of being unable to contain himself. His hips rocked out from under him slightly in the high notes that Seto’s crackling voice reached.

Seto dropped his head to watch Bakura in horror. His flushed face stared back at him from the puddle below his feet. He gulped hard and shuddered. Perhaps it would’ve been better if he wasn’t staring at his and Bakura’s reflection in the puddle, because the image and feeling of Bakura’s warm tongue along his shaft sent shock waves through him. Lights exploded behind his eyes and he knocked himself against Bakura’s mouth. A few tears slid down his face as he screamed so loud that he felt as if the very fabric of his throat would shred.

He barely registered that Bakura had even lifted one of his long, pale legs over his shoulder. The contrast was striking. The pale yellow brush that had smoothly painted Seto against the well-toned, snow white back of Yami Bakura kept his lingering attention. All the lights going off in his head was astounding and he buckled forward again in the haze of sex that rolled his head back and his eyes into his skull.

Yami Bakura smiled; his eyes hungrily tracing its course over Seto’s skin. Leaning forward, he nipped Seto’s flesh and the young man groaned as he rolled his stiffening groin into Bakura’s shoulder. The movements of Seto against him rolled consistently with the trailing nips that left Seto’s skin tingling. Yami Bakura licked Seto’s inner leg and Kaiba let his lips part with a groan.

“What,” Seto breathed, “did you do to me?”

Yami Bakura’s hands rubbed against Kaiba’s sides and Seto’s leg tensed against his back. Bakura collapsed to his knees in the rolling intensity of his own groin and lay panting on hands and knees, his head nestled against Kaiba’s sensitive cock. Seto groaned and let his eyes slid shut as he let himself be washed in the smooth touch of Bakura’s hair and the warm breath from his luscious mouth.

Bakura rocked himself onto his knees and smiled through wet locks at Seto’s face. Now was the time. He pushed his palm up from the floor and wrapped his hand tightly around the pipe that lay at his feet. Shoving Kaiba’s legs apart more, he relished in the shriek that tore harshly through Seto’s lungs as the cold metal slid into his ass.

“Look at me, love,” Yami Bakura commanded coaxingly and Seto brought his head slowly down to stare into dark, menacing eyes. “I want you to crave me like the stars crave the night,” he thrust the pipe in Seto’s ass roughly, “I want you to beg for me like an animal begs his master for his needs,” he slid the rod out a bit, “In your sleep I want to be the only thing you think of and, upon waking, I want your desire for me to return anew each day,” He slammed his palm into the butt of the metal tube and Kaiba gasped at the feeling of each movement, “I want you, Seto,” and he relished in the sound of his first name rolling off that tongue, “Kaiba, to want me too.”

Seto’s eyes had not strayed once from the stunning, sharp features of Yami Bakura. His breath was beyond repair now and he felt like he wouldn’t be able to breathe again if Bakura’s lips were to never touch his. He felt like he was drowning and the only thing keeping him there were those dark pools watching him coolly. Unconsciously, Seto begun to move himself up and down the pipe in Yami Bakura’s firm hand. He let his head roll back in the ecstasy of Bakura piercing him and pushing him to a new point that he had never been before. A soft moan trembled on his thin lips as his groin became harder in the fantasy of Bakura.

“Yes, that’s it,” Yami Bakura spoke softly, his eyes shimmering with fascination at the gentle movements of Seto. He had stopped moving the pipe a while back. “A little more.”

“Fuck… me.” Seto parted his lips slightly, his head tilted to the side. Yami Bakura looked up at him in complete desire with a basic need shining behind hazel eyes. Bakura’s chest rose and fell with every breath he took while watching him. “Fuck me,” he repeated.

Yami Bakura jerked the pipe out of Seto’s ass and clamored arbitrarily to slightly unsteady feet. Seto stepped out of his pants and undergarments while watching the bulge of Yami Bakura against his jeans. He smiled.

“Lemme see, darling,” Seto cooed lovingly and Bakura’s hands begun to unfasten his jeans. Seto was pleased with the sight of Bakura’s large cock standing firmly in the heat of racing hormones. Raising a leg up, Yami Bakura walked forward to Seto and took it in his grasp. He wrapped the leg around his waist and leaned forward to kiss Kaiba gently along the neck.

A knife trailed along Seto’s shirt and destroyed the buttons as Yami Bakura continued to kiss the sweaty skin. He ran a smooth tongue over Seto’s right nipple and the boy quivered in his hold. Another leg wrapped around Yami Bakura and, in response, he ran his hands under Kaiba’s back to hold him against him.

He poised his cock outside Seto’s entrance and huffed in anticipation and excitement as he stared at the hole he was to fill. A shiver coursed through his body in an enticing wave and Yami Bakura thrust himself, blindly, within Seto. His mouth opened and he roared as Seto screamed from the lack of preparation.

Seto’s skin made a nasty tearing sound that caused Yami Bakura to pulsate within him. Seto jerked on the rope above him and cried out in pain.

Blood oozed around Bakura’s penis and poured out a bit, running between his testicles pleasantly. Yami Bakura moaned in the pleasure as he watched Kaiba’s dick bob up for more. He slowly ran himself out of Kaiba and heard his untrained lover sob slightly in the pain. A few tears ran down his cheek and Yami Bakura bent over his arched body to lick the salty water away.

He drove himself back in more slowly as he massaged the small of Kaiba’s back. Seto, adjusting to the pain, rocked on his penis, causing Yami Bakura’s groin to jump in the excitement of touch. He shoved himself in as deeply as he could go and held himself there. Seto twisted and groaned in the sensation of his nerves as they rested against Bakura’s pulsating shaft. His nails dug into his wrist above him and he bit his lower lip, he wanted more.

Yami Bakura did not disappoint.

He suddenly pulled out of Seto and let the air run coldly against the blood inside his ass. Yami Bakura forced himself in too roughly against Seto and his back arched upwards into the powerful man’s chest. More blood gushed from his entrance and Yami Bakura moaned in the pleasure of the liquid running between his balls. His next thrust was easier than before as the blood lubricated Seto in preparation for his thrusting cock.

He ran a tongue along Seto’s nipple and blew cold air over it. Seto jumped in his arms and fell back against his penis rather comfortably. Yami Bakura liked it here. He enjoyed being inside Seto, causing his lover to rock with the passion of their lust. He shoved himself in again and growled against Seto’s taut stomach. His teeth grazed the skin and clamped down on soft flesh. Kaiba let out a shocked cry and pulled himself off of Yami Bakura before falling back down into him hard.

Yami Bakura roared in the powerful pleasure and he jabbed his cock into Seto with the greatest of sensation behind his drive. Blindingly he pumped and blood began to trickle down Seto’s slightly reddened arms.

“HARDER!” he screeched as he felt his back tighten in the intensity. Yami Bakura pulled fully out of Seto and, before Seto could finish his needy moan, slammed his cock deep within Seto. He roared in the greatest of pleasures as Seto choked out his name.

“I can’t HEAR you!!!” Yami Bakura’s voice threatened pain and Seto’s cock pulsed painfully in the promise. He bit his lower lip and tried to hold in the name of his lover, but Bakura pulled out of him once more. “Won’t you sing for me, little canary?” he asked quietly, his tongue trailing down the glittering blade from his pocket.

Yami Bakura held the blade above Seto’s dick and his eyes stared in wonder at the sharp instrument. He moaned in need as he felt the prickling of drying blood in his ass and made the unfortunate mistake of rolling upwards. But before he could recover from the knife bite, Yami Bakura pushed the blade firmly against his cock and slid it across menacingly as he drove himself into Seto’s aching ass.

Seto screamed his name as Yami Bakura continued to pump himself into Seto. Yami Bakura turned the blade from him and ran it along Seto’s stomach towards the brunette’s face. Seto gasped and Bakura unwittingly drove himself inside the man’s ass. His head rolled back as the blood from Seto’s penis finally rolled down onto his lower body.

The air smelled like sex around them and their sweat danced tantalizing on the air. Yami Bakura could feel himself losing to the sensation clouding his mind and he pushed himself in again and again. Soon he was going to reach apex, but he wanted to hear it one more time. All it would take was one more time and he would fill Seto completely as his echoing voice reverberated throughout the rusty shack.

Seto was rolling on the wave that was Bakura. It felt good to have his lover within him, to look down and see the sweaty, white locks covering the face of the man who pushed himself so hard. He wanted to be like this all the time. Seto shivered with the idea of being nothing but emotions that Bakura and he bred within each other.

Craning his neck, Seto moaned and Bakura kissed his neck gently once, then twice. When harsh teeth clashed down on Seto’s neck, Seto hardened stiffly and he felt a warm tingling build up in the base of his shaft. He clung tightly to the rope for dear life as Yami Bakura tore his teeth through the susceptible flesh. Seto gasped out short breaths as he continued to move himself over Yami Bakura’s tightening groin— he knew he was close too.

Seto slammed himself down on Bakura’s penis at the flickering sensation of his tongue rolling over the open wound. He threw his head back and kept his ass pressed against Yami Bakura’s, just bumping slightly off the man who held him so firmly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head in rapture. Seto panted slightly as he felt Bakura slowly roll himself out of Seto.

Quickly, Bakura shoved the knife deep into Kaiba’s side between two of his ribs and banged his cock into Seto as his teeth drove down and further into the wound. Seto’s hands throbbed with the pain of holding up his numbing arms and his senses didn’t know where to direct itself to. His stomach rolled into Bakura’s as his ass tightened around Bakura’s shaft. His head shot backwards and he howled Yami Bakura’s name as the heat pushed its way through his cock.

Yami Bakura watched in fascination as his stomach was bathed in Seto’s semen and he groaned as Seto’s ass tightened more around his own. He pushed his mouth over Seto’s screaming one and swallowed his cry as he followed Seto into his peak. The hot semen surged through him before rushing out into Seto’s ass. Seto cried out in shock at the sensation and shook with pleasure as Yami Bakura’s cock bathed in the concoction of his lover’s blood and his own cum. He had filled Seto with a part of him. Seto, the trembling man in his arms, was now his.

“Yami Bakura,” Seto murmured tiredly and his legs slipped off Yami Bakura’s hips. Yami Bakura held Seto to him and unchained him from his bonds. He kissed his lover’s neck as he led the two to the floor. “I love you…”

Yami Bakura smiled into Kaiba’s neck, “I love you too.” He placed a kiss on Kaiba’s brow and Seto smiled as he intertwined his fingers in the white locks he longed to feel properly. He smiled wearily and placed a kiss on Yami Bakura’s forehead.

“I love you more,” and his smile showed glimpses of a laugh.

“But I’ve loved you for eternity,” Yami Bakura whispered quietly, stroking Seto’s brown locks from his face as blue eyes shut in sleep.