Danse

My first story upon migrating to aff. The pairing is PriestSeth/SetoKaiba. Beautiful, yet oddly uncommon…I dunno, you’d think with the amount of fangirls obsessed with Kaiba, two of them would be even better…

Also, first time lemon alert! Yes, I’ve read them and practiced them, but this is my first exhibition, so to speak. That’s why I tried to add a skeleton of a story to it.

Anyhow, enjoy.

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Danse

He was popularly the light who wasn’t a light, but his affair with the dark side was never more apparent than it was now. It wasn’t just the clichéd black shirt and black slacks, it was the way he looked, the scorpion gaze that seemed to gaze into your soul and tell it to come hither. The staring contest lasted a whole of two minutes before Seth gave up and sighed as his own soul obeyed, quietly making its way through the throngs of swaying bodies. He stopped before Seto and met his eyes, noting the amusement in them.

“Are you ready?” he asked, letting some exasperation color his tone. He didn’t particularly appreciate being issued a challenge and then left alone in a club by said challenger. “I take it an hour was enough to prepare your deck…or come up with an excuse to back out, whichever you prefer.”

He added the last part out of sheer spite, but oddly, he was disappointed. Seto hadn’t even winced at the jab to his skill, and Seth had seen others nearly dismembered for less. His light merely shook his head and smirked ingratiatingly.

“I found my deck, but I didn’t need it for this. Besides, may I remind you that you don’t have one of your own?” He didn’t raise his voice to be heard over the noise of the music, rather he took advantage of their mental link to let the meaning of his words flow through.

Despite his curiosity, Seth played along. If he had learned anything during his brief stay with his light, it was that Seto wasn’t uninteresting. Whatever teasers he put up, they were usually well deserved. “Ah my light, I was hoping you would be kind enough provide me with one. I have had to listen to Atemu when he said your collection was as unparalleled as your generosity.”

At this, Seto raised an eyebrow. “He said generosity?”

Seth shrugged. “He may have mentioned skill, but that remains to be seen, no?”

Again, he was disappointed as Seto brushed the comment aside and stepped closer to him. “We’re not dueling.” Seto stated flatly. “I took this evening off to enjoy myself and that is what I will be doing. Besides, the challenge is all yours.”

Seth coughed behind his hand to hide the excited smile that was threatening to grow ever wider. “Do tell, my little light.”

This time, his efforts were rewarded with a small glare. Seto scowled at him briefly before holding up three fingers. “Three dragons, I trust you know their names, and five minutes to find them. Then you can do anything you want.”

Seth’s smile disappeared. “You lie. You wouldn’t scatter the Blue Eyes White Dragons so irresponsibly.”

“No.” Seto replied tersely and looked toward the front of the club where the music was playing. “You know they never leave my person.”

“Then…” Seth stopped when Seto turned away, swaying to the light beat of drums. Behind him, the former priest of Egypt listened to the beginning of a new song, put two and two together and finally allowed himself to grin happily.

-II-

“Ok, so you are more cunning than I give you credit for.”

Seto laughed quietly when he felt Seth’s exploring hands slide down his thighs and then give up. Three Blue Eyes cards were hidden somewhere on his body and the moment Seth had figured that out, he had practically pounced and it was all Seto could do to keep from having his clothes torn away. But once some ground rules were established, it had become a little more civilized.

Just a little more.

“No, not here.” Seth withdrew his hands from under his light’s back under his shirt, but kept their bodies flush, moving his hips in time with Seto’s. The beat was loud and intoxicating, yet it did wonders to banish stress and worry as it pulsed through his body. It was no wonder Seto treasured these nights alone. His light seemed oblivious to the people around him as he danced, letting flashing lights illuminate the flat planes of his body and the natural highlights in his almost russet hair. Seth bit back a moan as Seto swiveled his hips, making contact with the his groin and creating quite a distraction. There were breaks allowed, right?

“You’re running out of time.” Seto whispered, turning around to place his arms around Seth’s neck. His eyes seemed to take on a brighter hue when he opened them and smiled languidly.

Seth didn’t look up from caressing Seto’s neck with his lips. One hand effectively trapped their bodies together while the other slid lower to stroke his partner’s leather clad bottom. In less than a second, slender fingers slipped into Seto’s back pocket and extracted a card. “Too easy. I didn’t even have to know how you think.” The priest grinned against Seto’s shoulder, his mind noting the musky scent of his cologne, one that he would forever associate with this night.

“The beginning usually is.” Seto stated and grabbed the card to return it into the cardholder in his belt with the rest of his deck. “You still have two more to go.”

“Bring it on.” Seth growled low in his throat and nipped Seto’s ear, pleased to hear the brunet gasp and to feel the pleasure spill into his consciousness.

-II-

“Uuhn..!”

Seto threw his head against the priest’s bare shoulder and bit, if for no other reason than to keep down a rather embarrassing groan. Seth was taking full advantage of the near darkness and the inattention of the people around them to ravish the young CEO’s mouth. His tongue explored leisurely most of the time, but there were times when it flickered unexpectedly to trace the roof of Seto’s mouth. Meanwhile, the man’s hands were even busier, running along his chest and stroking his nipples through the silk shirt.

“Ah, fuck…” Seto concentrated on the earring flashing on Seth’s right ear as he tried to keep his self-control from breaking. The priest grazed a fingernail across his nipple and his mind screamed one word: distract!

Seto grabbed his partner’s ass to grind their hips together while he pushed one leg between Seth’s, smirking as the body before him wavered. However, Seth’s self-control was as admirable as his own and the priest growled in annoyance, opting to take an easier route to his prize.

“For God’s sake, priest!” Seto snarled when he felt the first few buttons of his shirt snap and impatient fingers scurry along his bare chest.

“Hah, there!” Seth smirked in triumph at his light’s indignant face after extracting a second Blue Eyes card. “On your heart, huh? Fitting.”

“What?” Seto valiantly tried to keep the tremors out of his voice while he snapped. “It’s not a place where most think to look.”

Seth didn’t have a smart comeback as he’d expected. Seto felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his torso and pull him back before he hit his partner’s chest. “They should look.” Seth murmured, leaning down for a kiss. “They would find such treasures.”

Seto opened his mouth and then closed it, realizing the double meaning behind his words. He exhaled sharply and stepped out of the circle of arms. “You can’t afford to waste time philosophizing, priest. I’d say you have less than a minute to find the third.”

Seth caught his hand and pulled so he spun neatly back into place. “Then, I shall make it one to remember.”

-II-

Seth frowned when Seto called forty five seconds in a tone that he was sure mocked him. His light seemed to be having the time of his life, despite the fact that his shirt was now buttonless, his belt was hanging on shreds and judging by the way Seth was moving, his pants were like to come off by force. Seth sat back on his heels when the final tempo of music increased and Seto’s hips began to move in a fashion he’d seen only once on an Egyptian heset girl. How in the world did anyone think his light was stiff?
The play of light on his body was fantastic. The flat planes on his stomach and abdomen flashed brightly, highlighting the depression of his pelvis and shadows of his navel… Drops of sweat gleamed on his chest and his scent was more powerful than any pheromone nature could produce.

“Thir…uh…thirty seconds.” Seto called, but at the same time he pulled Seth closer, reveling in the warm breath that caressed his belly. Raising himself on his knees, Seth kissed his way up to the brunet’s sternum while his hands busied themselves cupping his ass and thighs.

“I’ll tell you now, it’s not there.” Seto gave up his attempt to raise Seth and concentrated instead on the murmurs coming from his mouth. Words flooded their link once Seto opened it; words that were ancient, sincere and pure poetry. Seth had switched to speaking Egyptian as he often did when he felt Japanese was wholly inadequate to express his sincerity.

‘Ah, my light. If your body is paradise, then you are certainly a most tyrannical god. Will you deny even your most devoted follower?’

Immediately, Seto felt his heart speed up. Seth’s ancient language went beyond honeyed words; it was siren song, deep, worshipping and terrifying in its pull on his soul. He looked down at the other man kneeling before him, grasping his hands. If anyone noticed, he was certain that they would see an embarrassing scene…but the expression in Seth’s eyes. He looked exactly like what he said he was: his worshipper.

Seto tried to step back. The priest had to be insane; who admitted to something like that? Love was personal, but to admit the depth of his feelings was submission to slavery. Did he know how many would take advantage of such vulnerabilities?

“Seth,” he took a deep breath to calm the sudden trembling in his body. “You have ten sec…”

“I forfeit.”

“What?” The shock in his voice surprised him. What did he care about these silly games anyway?

“I’ve read your mind and touched your heart.” Seth finally stood up, though his eyes hadn’t lost the smoldering look. “I can’t claim your soul without your consent.”

There was a small pause as the current music came to an end. Seto folded his arms. “Priest, it’s hide and seek, nothing complicated. You came this close to finding a damn card and you chose to give up?”

Seth snorted, the look of blind love fading from his eyes. “I also came this close to eternity. I fell short of that as well, thanks to you.”

“What?” Seto raised his eyebrow and hurried after the priest as the latter walked away from the dance floor. “Seth!”

“Ishizu told me about the Door, which would send my soul to rest.” Seth looked at him out of the corner of his eyes.

Seto frowned. If he remembered correctly, it was the same Door which Atemu was supposed to go through once he got all his memories back. “Why didn’t you go? I would have dueled you.”

“We would have ended in a draw.”

“Like hell I…” Seto began indignantly only to be cut off.

“Because you told me you wanted me here and for the spell to work, both of us should be willing to let go.”

“I have no reason to deny you Heaven…or whatever is behind that door.”

“You also have reason for me to stay.” Seth countered without missing a beat. “Else you wouldn’t have asked.”

“And what reason is that?”

“You tell me.”

Seto leveled a stare at the priest, who gazed back passively. He wished it would stop, considering that he really wasn’t prepared for soul-searching this evening. But Seth had to make everything strange as always. At times like these, truth was best, so he admitted it. “We can have an intelligent conversation, you haven’t tried to kill me, I can depend on you take care of Mokuba and…I like you.”

“So, that’s it?”

Seto’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. He wasn’t some pathetic child who couldn’t let go of daddy; if the priest wanted to leave, he had only to ask. “Shut up. You wouldn’t have stayed if you didn’t feel the same way.”

Instantly, like switching on a lamp in a dark room, Seth smiled. Radiantly. Beautifully. “Then why do you insist on these stupid games?” He straightened, opening his arms in a gesture of welcome. “I’ve been telling you for months, I’m yours!”

Seto opened his mouth, but seemed to have difficulty forming words. Because he was irritated, but mostly because Seth looked so…inviting. He had always believed that nothing came for free, including someone else’s affections, but perhaps his darkling was right. Wrapped up in his harsh philosophy and working so hard to feel like he deserved even the simplest gestures, he had forgotten something. Sometimes, love was self-less.

He looked at Seth in wonder. “That’s all you had to say?”

“That’s all.”

“And you had to make a scene in a public place for it?”

Seth blinked as his light moved to tower over him in one fluid step. “You are such a creep! Come here!”

The priest barely had time to catch his breath before Seto pulled him forward by his collar and crushed his lips to his own.

-II-

Seth barely had a moment to look around the famous ‘back-room’ of Club Cielo before Seto locked the door and slammed him into the wall. The kiss they shared burned and turned positively scorching when he opened his mouth to let his light take over.

It seemed like an eternity before they parted for air, but the priest was the only one using the time to breathe while Seto opted to trail little nips and kisses along his throat before stopping to suck on his collarbone.

“Tenacious.”

“You would know…ohh.” Seto trailed off as clever fingers skittered up his ribs and came to stroke his nipples. Taking advantage of the pause, Seth flipped them around, pinning the CEO to the papered wall. Seto winced at the feeling of two strong hands grabbing his waist to push him up so Seth supported nearly all of his weight. His fingers tangled themselves among strands of silky russet hair and he arched his back in pleasure, feeling a warm tongue snake over his chest until it stopped at one nipple to lavish it with attention.

Seth flickered his tongue over the patch of dusky skin, grinning at the light mewls of delight which intensified as he grazed his teeth over the sensitized flesh. Seto’s legs wrapped around his waist and insistent arms pulled him closer, guiding him to other parts which needed attention. He let the brunet’s waist go and tugged at his ruined shirt, the torn fabric sliding easily off his pale skin. Seto felt one sweep of warm air glide over his skin before Seth turned to the other nipple, giving it a slight nip before biting down lightly.

“Aah god…!” the CEO gasped the wholly unexpected sensation, arching almost involuntarily for more.

“Hmm, you like that.” Seth stated bemusedly with the flippant tone of a satisfied observer, while he still lavished the spot with soothing kisses. “Note: my light likes having his…”

“Shut up!” Seto swooped down to capture his lover’s mouth before he could put it more destructive use. He pushed them both away from the wall, intentionally causing his other half to nearly lose his balance. He smirked at Seth’s panicked face before catching him in mid fall. He traced his fingers along the collar of the priest’s dark blue shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

“I’ll correct that in a minute.” Seth grunted, trying to straighten up from his rather precarious position. But that was soon forgotten when light ripping sound filled the air. He looked down at his now bare torso and back up at Seto’s victorious smile.

“I always return favors.” His light purred, pulling him up to once again press their bodies together and to kiss him senseless. Seth discarded his own ruined shirt and ran his hands across Seto’s stomach, wandering increasingly south. Meanwhile, someone in the club must have turned up the music since the beat spilling into their little niche just became louder.

“You want to dance?” Seth whispered as his fingers simultaneously slid down his lover’s pants. Seto moaned slightly as he felt long fingers explore between his legs and wrap themselves around his length.

“P..please..you couldn’t handle it out on the floor.” The CEO shot back, but his sardonic tone was diluted with another lustful moan when Seth knelt again. He concentrated on the coolness of the wall at his back all while watching Seth pull his zipper down and free his semi-hard length. The priest’s tongue flickered excitedly across his lips before taking its place on the tip of his erection. Seto snapped his mouth shut, letting his breath escape in a low shudder when Seth went on to lick the underside of his cock in a languid motion.

The torture continued for a good two minutes during which Seth had gone on to take his whole member into his mouth, enveloping him in warm wet heat. His cheeks hallowed intermittently whenever he let his enthusiasm take over and became extra bold in pleasuring his dear light. Otherwise, he was slow and deliberate like a connoisseur of fine beauty, reveling in his own bliss as well as that of his victim. Seto shut his eyes and his hands were fisted against his thighs while his brain repeated its mantra; don’t beg. Do. Not. Beg.

“Ah, damn you…Seth!” the words tripped out of his mouth anyway when his lover decided to get creative and slip his fingers up to fondle his sac. There was no way he would be able to keep himself together if this didn’t stop soon…
However, Seth seemed to be at the end of his patience as well. His breath became erratic as his movements quickened. Seto groaned in response to the feel and sight of the priest’s lips taking in every inch of his cock until it hit the lovely tightness at the back of his throat. He thrust automatically into the heat and surprisingly, Seth took it all quite easily, even encouraging him with light groans and purrs that sent forks of pleasure along his spine.

He could feel his knees become weak and his muscles waver. That with the ecstasy churning in his stomach and Seth’s eagerness to help finally sent him over the edge. He barely heard his own voice screaming hoarsely above the pulsing music as he came. Seth hadn’t moved from his spot, letting his lover’s seed fill his mouth though thin white ribbons did escape to coat the spent length.
He nuzzled his light’s neck, letting him catch his breath before claiming his lips and sharing the taste of him.

“You’re welcome.” Seth purred in response to his light’s low murmur against his lips. He earned a glare for his efforts.

“I said, you were going to pay for that.” Seto corrected him in a mildly violent manner, pushing him back roughly.

Seth looked up from where he hit a comfortable little corner. A wide grin curled his lips as he leaned back and spread his legs. “My god, I hope so.”

Seto looked down while straddling his lover’s hips. “Not a god, I only take you where they live.”

“Hey, that’s my job description.” Seth mumbled against Seto’s lips, nipping softly at the tongue which came out to explore his mouth.

“Hn, what is a priest next to an angel?” Seto didn’t wait for a response. Intent on his goal, he plundered his lover’s mouth, ravishing each corner and crevice until Seth trembled beneath him. One flick of his wrist undid Seth’s pants button while another reached in to free his aching cock. He was already hard, his length warm with unspent passion, and a long groan escaped his lips as Seto squeezed down lightly.

What is a priest indeed?

The CEO explored at his leisure, flicking, sliding and rubbing his fingers at various spots that turned his partner into a quivering heap of ecstasy. Seth gave a frustrated groan as his hips twitched, demanding more. He wrapped one leg around Seto’s waist in an attempt to close the distance between them, but a firm hand thwarted any further movement.

“No, you forfeited.” Seto growled, eyes smoldering with lust and even a hint of anger. He didn’t like quitters, even if it was just a stupid game and even if he had understood Seth’s motives.

Seth glared back, no longer bothering to keep his emotions in check. “Your game was ridiculously unfair!” He retorted through bared teeth.

“You should have addressed that before you accepted.” Seto smirked. “Besides, you were close even for your stupid philosophizing. Now shut up!”

Any further protests were silenced by Seto’s fingers pushing their way into his mouth. A small wave of ecstasy slithered up his spine as both their bodies touched and his light’s half hard arousal brushed all too briefly against his own swollen cock now slicked with precome. He whimpered slightly, and concentrated on laving Seto’s fingers until they withdrew, trailing gossamer strands of saliva along his chin.

He barely felt his pants peel away from his legs nor did he see Seto carefully lay them to the side before he was aware of a familiar sensation. His light shifted his legs for better access and Seth gasped as one slippery finger slid carefully into his entrance followed quickly by a second. He bucked his hips against the invading digits, heart racing in anticipation and arousal. “Nnngh…Seto, no!”
Too late. The CEO had already pressed a kiss on the hollow at the base of his throat before trailing down to lightly suck on a dark nipple. Seth gave a throaty whine, arousing and encouraging. Seto smiled to himself as his own stomach coiled with pleasure. He would never tire of this…having his darkness thrash in delight beneath him. All things considered, he did look physically delicate and emotionless next to Seth, but when his ice touched his darker half’s fire…he was sure the steam would blind them both. Already it wound its way inside them, choking, burning, dizzying. The heat radiating from Seth’s body matched that of his own fevered breath, drawing a long and articulate moan. He added a third finger, slowly stretching his lover for their final round of lovemaking. Until they got home at least.

“Gods…Seto, move!” Seth all but snarled, and in a rare gesture of compliance, the fingers inside him thrust forward and withdrew only to come back again. The longest one struck first, brushing the spot deep inside him which bought white spots to the edge of his vision. “Ahhh yes!”

The fingers struck again, violently making him lift his hips and arch impossibly. But before he could shout in frustration, Seto replaced his fingers with his semen coated length. Seth lay back, focusing on the feeling of his light filling him. Every second went by like a moment closer to paradise and it finally arrived when Seto thrust into him, bringing their bodies as close as possible.

Seth reached up and pulled him down for a desperate kiss as adrenaline surged through his system. He met each thrust with like fervor and focused on the heat searing him; it started in his stomach, fanning through him like desert wind and increasing each time he registered the friction between their skins, slippery flesh and tangled auras.

At one point, Seto stiffened, though he didn’t deign to stop. “S..Seth? Seth, you’re burning.”

The priest only sighed and tugged his lover closer. “What can I say?” He asked between quick pants. “I’m selfish.”

When scorching hands tightened on his his, Seto started in surprise. He hadn’t realized just how cold his body had become, pouring all its passion into his darkness, who accepted it all reverently. Should he stop? This couldn’t be all that healthy for the future. He couldn’t afford to give away a part of himself each time they made love.
Did he care? The future didn’t matter anyway. It was always this moment which counted the most. Why not give it his all?

He increased the pace of his thrusts, enjoying the hot tightness around him, and snaked one hand below to take stroke Seth’s arousal in time. Their noises of pleasure came in unison, uninhibited, wild and almost draconic in their intensity. Ecstasy swirled around them, twin coils of flame and ice rising and rising until it all exploded back in a burst of light.

Seto buried his head in his lover’s shoulder as he came violently, semen rushing out of him in blissful release. Seth reciprocated no less. He screamed in rapture, spilling his seed all over Seto’s arm and chest. The brunet winced as the drops burned slightly on contact, but soon proved to be no match for his arctic skin. He shivered suddenly as if his system just remembered temperature regulation was part of its job. He needn’t have worried though; Seth immediately scooped him into his arms, sharing some of that ridiculous warmth.

Seto sighed and waited for his heart beat to return to normal. “Is this going to happen every time?”

“Probably.” Seth replied thoughtfully. “I’m not going to give you any less.”

“Good.”

There was a long pause as they both considered. So fate had already decided that this was to be a relationship between equals. Seto mentally scoffed. It wasn’t as if he was willing to have it any other way. He didn’t presume he could tell Seth what to do, nor would he let the priest lead him around.

“So, I trust there won’t be anymore kneeling before me.” Seto leaned back and rested his head on the crook of Seth’s neck. “We’ll talk face to face like normal people?”

Seth chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against his light. “As long as you don’t try to play any more games.” Then, he titled his head. “Where was the third anyway?”

Seto yawned and shook his head, muttering something. “I told you that you were close, didn’t I?” He leaned over and grabbed Seth’s discarded pants to remove the Sennen Rod. “You made a connection I hadn’t even thought of; mind, heart…” He turned the Sennen Rod over to reveal the last Blue Eyes White Dragon card stuck between the blades. “…and my soul.”

Seth stared at it for a long moment. “…oh.”

-end-
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Notes: So, if by now you’re thinking something along the lines of ‘that’s weird’, you are not alone. I tried to make this like an excerpt from a longer story, because I have had this idea in my mind for a while. The setting and such is not so important as much as the idea behind their motives. Seto plays games because he is insecure despite his sincerity, so does the priest, but he is old enough to know better.

Comments, critiques, concerns? Do tell and thank you.