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the_goldenpathTitle: Gethsemane
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairings: Yami no Bakura & Seto Kaiba
Warning: foul language
Genre: angst/drama
Summary: Yami no Bakura pays Seto Kaiba a visit- to discuss their shared rivalry with Yami no Yuugi and maybe more.
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mookiegatto ’s request at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
Author’s note: Set somewhere between the end of the Kaiba GP arc and before the beginning of the Ancient Egypt Arc. No real spoilers- it shouldn’t be of any surprise that Yami no Yuugi wins every duel, no matter how deliciously evil his opponent might be ^^. Unbeta-ed, English is not my native language. Feel free to point any grammar/spelling error out to me. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
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The Kaiba Corporation skyscraper was a state of the art building. Towering over Domino City, it represented power, looming in all its height, intimidating the ant-like people crawling on the streets. It was getting late and everybody was hurrying home- to his or her family, to a warm meal, to… comfort.
Seto Kaiba snorted. His office was cold and empty, besides his large desk, covered with nothing but a laptop. The screen emitted an eerie glow in the rapidly darkening room. Employees were leaving the building, and after he’d called Mokuba to let him know he wouldn’t be in time for dinner, he switched off his cell phone. There would be no other disturbances. A perfect opportunity to get some work done.
He started typing frantically, clicking the keys of the laptop, and juggling work sheets, school papers and several Internet connections at the same time. He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. All these work and school projects just because he hadn’t reached eighteen yet. He, Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corporation, was still obliged to do stupid school papers on some stupid literature boo- a sound interrupted his train of thoughts.
The office was completely dark now, the only light provided by the small laptop screen. He felt a headache coming on.
“Who’s there?” Stupid, of course. No answer, of course.
“Must be the cleaners,” he mumbled. He opened the top drawer of his desk in search for some aspirin. He found the package and opened it. Empty.
“Nice. Very nice.” He threw the package back in the drawer, right on top of some flyers. The official announcements for the Battle City Tournament and the Kaiba Grand Prix Tournament. The colorful images on the flyers seemed to mock him; mock him because he hadn’t managed to win his title of World Duel Champion back. The title he lost on the day he faced Exodia, one of the rarest Duel Monsters, summoned by Yugi Mutou.
“Yugi,” he spat out. No one had ever succeeded in summoning Exodia, and yet that little runt had done it- facing three Blue Eyes White Dragons, with not much life points left, and no monsters on his side of the field.
“Stupid game,” Kaiba muttered and was about to slam the drawer close when he heard another sound- tingling, like bells-
“It’s more than a game and you know it.” A voice rising from the shadows, distorted by the dark. A pretty light voice, but dripping with malice and venom at the same time. Kaiba jerked up from his chair.
“How... how did you get here?” He narrowed his eyes, his mind searching for clues. Someone was in the room- here, with him... for how long? The voice wasn’t unfamiliar….
“Your modern technology is just as the Pharaoh’s traps in ancient Egypt- it takes some time, but I’ll get there. I always get there.” No sound whatsoever, but still Kaiba felt him approaching.
“The shadows serve me, and showed me which way to go. They led me to you.”
“Show yourself.” Kaiba managed to sound calm and composed. He had a vague idea… which was confirmed when he saw his mysterious visitor. It didn’t surprise him that the Millennium Item caught most of the light, the Ring glowing brightly despite the darkness, and the five prongs tingled.
Kaiba’s hand went to the side of his desk.
“There’s no need to call your security. They won’t answer to your call anyway.”
“I wanted to turn on the lights.”
“You know already who I am.”
“I don’t know nearly enough of you and I’d like to keep it that way.”
The cackle that followed almost pushed Kaiba back into time- back onto the Battle Ship, watching a duel thousand meters above Battle City, watching Slyfer the Sky Dragon being summoned-
“You’re Bakura’s dark side.”
“Oh please. No need for such dramatic introductions.”
He clicked the lights on. Bakura narrowed his eyes like a cat when confronted with the bright, yellow lights, but didn’t comment.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Bakura stepped forward, his posture showing nothing but confidence and arrogance- just like Yugi. No, not like Yugi, more like the ‘other Yugi’, the one who took his title away, that… that Pharaoh. Kaiba shook his head. He had enough of all that weird ancient Egypt-spirit-Millennium-Items crap, and to think that he was somehow connected with it… his headache turned into a full-fledged migraine, fast.
“You don’t like to be outsmarted, do you?”
“Shut up.” Kaiba clenched his fists. “I don’t need to be politely chitchatting with you.”
“So, how’s business?”
“What?”
“How’s business?” Bakura slowly repeated. He came to stand in front of the desk and looked Kaiba straight in the eyes. “How’s… business?”
“What do you want from me?” Kaiba said, irritated. Bakura reached only to his chest –well, not everybody measured over a proud 6’1”-, but there was something coming from the white-haired visitor that made him cower all of the sudden.
“Sit down, Kaiba.”
The CEO sat down, eyes bulging out. Why was he obeying him?
“If you kill me, you’ll..”
Another cackle. Borderline insane, raced through Kaiba’s mind. He’d been in scarier situations, Kaiba liked to think- but his mind didn’t want to cooperate. He was afraid of Bakura, somehow- and somehow he felt.. excitement. It’s just a challenge. It’s just another challenge. A challenge with another… challenger, not that blasted Pharaoh or Yugi or whatever he liked to call himself. A new challenge with a new perspective. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he didn’t knew nearly enough of Bakura. Yami no Bakura. The dark side of a boy, who went to the same school as him, but hadn’t exchanged a single word with him, ever. Unpredictable, unknown, unmatched…? Kaiba was licking his lips without realizing.
Bakura positioned himself onto the desk, in the corner. The gray jeans he wore tightened around his thighs, smoothly covered with slips of his black trench coat. When he leaned a bit forward, the Millennium Ring followed his movement and hung in free air; the prongs as silent as a grave.
“I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to talk to you.”
“Talk.. to.. me?” Damn! Why did he sound like a frightened man? He tried to regain his composure. “What about?”
“Do you know who I really am?”
Kaiba didn’t answer. Bakura grinned, and suddenly his hand shot out and plucked the tournament flyers from the desk drawer.
“I am a thief and a stealer of souls.”
He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he almost choked. Bakura cackled again, spreading out the flyers on the desk.
“That’s how I introduced myself to the other Yugi. He reacted a bit different.”
“H-how?”
“He accepted my challenge of course, and won.” Bakura didn’t sound defeated, or bitter. “He has defensive walls as high as your skyscraper, and the will to hide his emotions from showing up on his face.”
“Do you admire him?” Kaiba didn’t know why he was talking to Bakura. A tiny voice in his mind kept telling him that this ‘thief and stealer of souls’ managed to breach security, take out said security, and more than probably was able to kill him a thousand times on the spot. With his bare hands.
“In a way, yes.” Now he did sound irritated. Bakura leaned forward again, the Millennium Ring mimicking his motion. Kaiba noticed the navy blue and white striped shirt, too baggy to reveal anything about his figure.
“I want to break that fucking wall and see pure hate and despair on his face,” Bakura hissed, voice still high, but ending on a much lower tone, almost growling. “I want to see pure, raging hate and anger on his face. I want to see the knowledge dawning in his eyes that he has lost and that there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“And that’s why you’ve come to me?” Kaiba quirked his eyebrow. He felt disappointed, knowing that he hadn’t the thief’s full attention. It was, once again, about the other Yugi. Yugi Mutou. His excitement ebbed away. So much for a challenge.
“Sort of.” Bakura turned his head towards him once again, shoving a bit closer to him. “Sort of.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“You don’t have to.”
Silence. They just stared at each other. Kaiba knew he was being probed; he did everything in his power not to avert Bakura’s gaze, his dark, kohl-lined eyes scrutinizing him.
“Don’t you hate him?” It was nothing short of a whisper, hatred dripping of every word.
“He’s my rival. I respect him as a dueler. He...”
Something exploded in Kaiba’s face: words, sounds, pain. “God damn it!”
“Respect? You fucking respect him?”
Kaiba saw the crumpled flyers in Bakura’s hands. He’d hit him with it full in the face, accompanied with a string of –undoubtedly- Egyptian curses. He refused to touch his reddening, prickling cheeks.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”
He saw the flyers, rolled up into a solid bundle, and anticipated the hit. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, preparing for the blow, balling his hands into fists to counter attack; and when he felt his lips being pried open and a warm tongue in his mouth, he balked.
Kaiba tried to hit Bakura on the chest, but the thief had a better grip on him. One hand jerked roughly at his hair, the other delved with long, sharp nails in his neck and Kaiba stiffened in his chair, afraid of his arteries being sliced open.
Some long, white tresses mixed with Kaiba’s short, dark brown ones; and because of Bakura’s proximity Kaiba could smell his spicy, cinnamon and cigarettes drenched scent. His fists rested on Bakura’s chest, fingers numb from the sheer strain he clenched them with. His body started to respond, sending strange, overwhelming and unfamiliar waves trough him- but before his mind could start on sorting or naming these feelings, Bakura broke off the kiss.
“What…”
“You know more about these times than I do. We can use that for our benefit.” Bakura still held onto his grasp of Kaiba’s hair, and his nails were still dangerously close to his neck. “You know everything from the Yugi of this time. I know everything about the Pharaoh of my time.”
“What is it you want?” He slowly relaxed his fingers. Kaiba wasn’t used to evasion, to dance around the subject matter. All his life he wanted – and got- straight forward answers, answers he could work with.
“You respect him as a dueler.” Bakura snorted. “He respects you as a duelist. Maybe he respects even me, because I challenge him.” He tugged on Kaiba’s hair.
“You should hate him, hate him for everything he’s done.”
“You’re confusing me with yourself,” Kaiba said, grinding his teeth to avoid a hiss of pain. Bakura slipped of the desk and dug his knee painfully in Kaiba’s upper leg.
“He’s done enough to me, that’s for sure.” Bakura was so close their noses touched. “How about you, Set-o?” He drawled.
“I don’t know what you want from me. I’m getting fed up with this-“ He was cut short again, again with a kiss. This time, Kaiba didn’t hesitate nor fought it; he welcomed the prying in his mouth, feeling the excitement returning full force, his body responding with a fierce warmth that evaporated every feeling of bliss he’d had after winning a duel. He pushed against Bakura’s knee, still digging into his leg, but his wrist was locked in a forceful grip. Kaiba gasped, running out of breath. Bakura was strong, and leaning with his full weight into him, as if he wanted to break him, to smother him. The collar of the trench coat stroked his chin, the Millennium Ring rested against his chest, the sharp prongs clawing into his clothing.
“Why?” He croaked, after Bakura releasing him for the second time.
“I want your cooperation to defeat the Pharaoh.” The thief leaned backwards, removing his knee from Kaiba’s leg. The CEO refrained again from showing his pain, even though it took him almost all of his strength. He wanted to berate himself for it- but he felt drained, wrung out like a wet dish cloth. His body seemed to send conflicting signals all over. Kaiba never imagined him being with someone of the same sex, nor responding so fiercely to a kiss; yet he tingled with more anticipation, yearned for more, ached for being overpowered and steered into another direction. His eyes went wide. Where did that come from? He was the one with power, he was the one in charge… his rational mind whispered to him that he lost control the second Bakura revealed himself from the shadows.
“Shadows,” he repeated, not knowing why.
“You’re surrounded by shadows too, Seto.” Bakura seemed strangely pleased with himself and rubbed over his leg, as if he wanted to wipe off his hands. “Some of our shadows are strangely alike.”
“I do not hate him,” Kaiba said. “I do not like him because he has beaten me, but I do not hate him. He’s my rival, that’s all.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” Bakura answered. “So, are you in?”
“In what?” His mouth ran dry. His scalp hurt of the forceful tugs on his hair, his leg stung of the enforced weight, and he knew some of the skin in his neck was cut open. He didn’t want Bakura to go. As soon as he agreed, Bakura would be gone. End of challenge.
“My plan,” Bakura said. The yellow office lights dulled his long white hair and his pale skin wasn’t appetizing for the eye either. With a single click, the lights went out, followed by a short chuckle. In the dark, only light by the laptop screen, Bakura was much more of a demon than Kaiba could ever imagine. He wanted him to be that way. A demon come to life, the personification of all his anger and hate.
“Why don’t you tell me about your plan to defeat our rival?”
Bakura leaned forward again, and Kaiba immediately did the same- to find his chin being firmly clasped in an iron grasp. With his thumb, Bakura ran over Kaiba’s lower lip.
“Don’t ever patronize me, Set-o.”
“It’s Kaiba to you,” he spat out, angered. He didn’t want to let go of his control that easily. He had suffered and worked too much and too hard to give everything out of control.
No kiss. Bakura let go of his chin, forcefully throwing him back into his chair.
“I’ll let you know when I come up with a plan.”
“What? You don’t have anything—“
“I wanted to be assured of your cooperation first,” Bakura interrupted him. “It would be futile to plan something if I hadn’t your cooperation. Don’t worry… I’ll think of something good.” He grinned.
“Well, maybe something different than the Shadow Realm, this time,” Kaiba mentioned, duly noting the flicker of anger on Bakura’s face. The first defeat of the self-admitted thief still hit a sore spot. Now it was his time to grin. “Something more subtle, I guess.”
Bakura leaned forward once again, cupped Kaiba’s crotch and squeezed hard. With his other hand, he prevented Kaiba from screaming out loud.
Chuckling, Bakura brought his face close to Kaiba’s again, pouting his lips as if he was going to kiss him.
“I don’t do subtlety, Seto Kaiba.” He removed his hands. Kaiba let out the breath he was holding; looking up with angry eyes at the thief- but Yami no Bakura was already engulfed by the shadows, welcomed back as a mother would cradle a child close to her, swallowed by darkness that would frighten anyone else but him.
His office was cold and empty.
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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairings: Yami no Bakura & Seto Kaiba
Warning: foul language
Genre: angst/drama
Summary: Yami no Bakura pays Seto Kaiba a visit- to discuss their shared rivalry with Yami no Yuugi and maybe more.
Fic written for
mookiegatto ’s request at fic_on_demand. Author’s note: Set somewhere between the end of the Kaiba GP arc and before the beginning of the Ancient Egypt Arc. No real spoilers- it shouldn’t be of any surprise that Yami no Yuugi wins every duel, no matter how deliciously evil his opponent might be ^^. Unbeta-ed, English is not my native language. Feel free to point any grammar/spelling error out to me. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
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The Kaiba Corporation skyscraper was a state of the art building. Towering over Domino City, it represented power, looming in all its height, intimidating the ant-like people crawling on the streets. It was getting late and everybody was hurrying home- to his or her family, to a warm meal, to… comfort.
Seto Kaiba snorted. His office was cold and empty, besides his large desk, covered with nothing but a laptop. The screen emitted an eerie glow in the rapidly darkening room. Employees were leaving the building, and after he’d called Mokuba to let him know he wouldn’t be in time for dinner, he switched off his cell phone. There would be no other disturbances. A perfect opportunity to get some work done.
He started typing frantically, clicking the keys of the laptop, and juggling work sheets, school papers and several Internet connections at the same time. He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. All these work and school projects just because he hadn’t reached eighteen yet. He, Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corporation, was still obliged to do stupid school papers on some stupid literature boo- a sound interrupted his train of thoughts.
The office was completely dark now, the only light provided by the small laptop screen. He felt a headache coming on.
“Who’s there?” Stupid, of course. No answer, of course.
“Must be the cleaners,” he mumbled. He opened the top drawer of his desk in search for some aspirin. He found the package and opened it. Empty.
“Nice. Very nice.” He threw the package back in the drawer, right on top of some flyers. The official announcements for the Battle City Tournament and the Kaiba Grand Prix Tournament. The colorful images on the flyers seemed to mock him; mock him because he hadn’t managed to win his title of World Duel Champion back. The title he lost on the day he faced Exodia, one of the rarest Duel Monsters, summoned by Yugi Mutou.
“Yugi,” he spat out. No one had ever succeeded in summoning Exodia, and yet that little runt had done it- facing three Blue Eyes White Dragons, with not much life points left, and no monsters on his side of the field.
“Stupid game,” Kaiba muttered and was about to slam the drawer close when he heard another sound- tingling, like bells-
“It’s more than a game and you know it.” A voice rising from the shadows, distorted by the dark. A pretty light voice, but dripping with malice and venom at the same time. Kaiba jerked up from his chair.
“How... how did you get here?” He narrowed his eyes, his mind searching for clues. Someone was in the room- here, with him... for how long? The voice wasn’t unfamiliar….
“Your modern technology is just as the Pharaoh’s traps in ancient Egypt- it takes some time, but I’ll get there. I always get there.” No sound whatsoever, but still Kaiba felt him approaching.
“The shadows serve me, and showed me which way to go. They led me to you.”
“Show yourself.” Kaiba managed to sound calm and composed. He had a vague idea… which was confirmed when he saw his mysterious visitor. It didn’t surprise him that the Millennium Item caught most of the light, the Ring glowing brightly despite the darkness, and the five prongs tingled.
Kaiba’s hand went to the side of his desk.
“There’s no need to call your security. They won’t answer to your call anyway.”
“I wanted to turn on the lights.”
“You know already who I am.”
“I don’t know nearly enough of you and I’d like to keep it that way.”
The cackle that followed almost pushed Kaiba back into time- back onto the Battle Ship, watching a duel thousand meters above Battle City, watching Slyfer the Sky Dragon being summoned-
“You’re Bakura’s dark side.”
“Oh please. No need for such dramatic introductions.”
He clicked the lights on. Bakura narrowed his eyes like a cat when confronted with the bright, yellow lights, but didn’t comment.
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Bakura stepped forward, his posture showing nothing but confidence and arrogance- just like Yugi. No, not like Yugi, more like the ‘other Yugi’, the one who took his title away, that… that Pharaoh. Kaiba shook his head. He had enough of all that weird ancient Egypt-spirit-Millennium-Items crap, and to think that he was somehow connected with it… his headache turned into a full-fledged migraine, fast.
“You don’t like to be outsmarted, do you?”
“Shut up.” Kaiba clenched his fists. “I don’t need to be politely chitchatting with you.”
“So, how’s business?”
“What?”
“How’s business?” Bakura slowly repeated. He came to stand in front of the desk and looked Kaiba straight in the eyes. “How’s… business?”
“What do you want from me?” Kaiba said, irritated. Bakura reached only to his chest –well, not everybody measured over a proud 6’1”-, but there was something coming from the white-haired visitor that made him cower all of the sudden.
“Sit down, Kaiba.”
The CEO sat down, eyes bulging out. Why was he obeying him?
“If you kill me, you’ll..”
Another cackle. Borderline insane, raced through Kaiba’s mind. He’d been in scarier situations, Kaiba liked to think- but his mind didn’t want to cooperate. He was afraid of Bakura, somehow- and somehow he felt.. excitement. It’s just a challenge. It’s just another challenge. A challenge with another… challenger, not that blasted Pharaoh or Yugi or whatever he liked to call himself. A new challenge with a new perspective. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he didn’t knew nearly enough of Bakura. Yami no Bakura. The dark side of a boy, who went to the same school as him, but hadn’t exchanged a single word with him, ever. Unpredictable, unknown, unmatched…? Kaiba was licking his lips without realizing.
Bakura positioned himself onto the desk, in the corner. The gray jeans he wore tightened around his thighs, smoothly covered with slips of his black trench coat. When he leaned a bit forward, the Millennium Ring followed his movement and hung in free air; the prongs as silent as a grave.
“I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to talk to you.”
“Talk.. to.. me?” Damn! Why did he sound like a frightened man? He tried to regain his composure. “What about?”
“Do you know who I really am?”
Kaiba didn’t answer. Bakura grinned, and suddenly his hand shot out and plucked the tournament flyers from the desk drawer.
“I am a thief and a stealer of souls.”
He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he almost choked. Bakura cackled again, spreading out the flyers on the desk.
“That’s how I introduced myself to the other Yugi. He reacted a bit different.”
“H-how?”
“He accepted my challenge of course, and won.” Bakura didn’t sound defeated, or bitter. “He has defensive walls as high as your skyscraper, and the will to hide his emotions from showing up on his face.”
“Do you admire him?” Kaiba didn’t know why he was talking to Bakura. A tiny voice in his mind kept telling him that this ‘thief and stealer of souls’ managed to breach security, take out said security, and more than probably was able to kill him a thousand times on the spot. With his bare hands.
“In a way, yes.” Now he did sound irritated. Bakura leaned forward again, the Millennium Ring mimicking his motion. Kaiba noticed the navy blue and white striped shirt, too baggy to reveal anything about his figure.
“I want to break that fucking wall and see pure hate and despair on his face,” Bakura hissed, voice still high, but ending on a much lower tone, almost growling. “I want to see pure, raging hate and anger on his face. I want to see the knowledge dawning in his eyes that he has lost and that there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“And that’s why you’ve come to me?” Kaiba quirked his eyebrow. He felt disappointed, knowing that he hadn’t the thief’s full attention. It was, once again, about the other Yugi. Yugi Mutou. His excitement ebbed away. So much for a challenge.
“Sort of.” Bakura turned his head towards him once again, shoving a bit closer to him. “Sort of.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“You don’t have to.”
Silence. They just stared at each other. Kaiba knew he was being probed; he did everything in his power not to avert Bakura’s gaze, his dark, kohl-lined eyes scrutinizing him.
“Don’t you hate him?” It was nothing short of a whisper, hatred dripping of every word.
“He’s my rival. I respect him as a dueler. He...”
Something exploded in Kaiba’s face: words, sounds, pain. “God damn it!”
“Respect? You fucking respect him?”
Kaiba saw the crumpled flyers in Bakura’s hands. He’d hit him with it full in the face, accompanied with a string of –undoubtedly- Egyptian curses. He refused to touch his reddening, prickling cheeks.
“Do that again and I’ll kill you.”
He saw the flyers, rolled up into a solid bundle, and anticipated the hit. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, preparing for the blow, balling his hands into fists to counter attack; and when he felt his lips being pried open and a warm tongue in his mouth, he balked.
Kaiba tried to hit Bakura on the chest, but the thief had a better grip on him. One hand jerked roughly at his hair, the other delved with long, sharp nails in his neck and Kaiba stiffened in his chair, afraid of his arteries being sliced open.
Some long, white tresses mixed with Kaiba’s short, dark brown ones; and because of Bakura’s proximity Kaiba could smell his spicy, cinnamon and cigarettes drenched scent. His fists rested on Bakura’s chest, fingers numb from the sheer strain he clenched them with. His body started to respond, sending strange, overwhelming and unfamiliar waves trough him- but before his mind could start on sorting or naming these feelings, Bakura broke off the kiss.
“What…”
“You know more about these times than I do. We can use that for our benefit.” Bakura still held onto his grasp of Kaiba’s hair, and his nails were still dangerously close to his neck. “You know everything from the Yugi of this time. I know everything about the Pharaoh of my time.”
“What is it you want?” He slowly relaxed his fingers. Kaiba wasn’t used to evasion, to dance around the subject matter. All his life he wanted – and got- straight forward answers, answers he could work with.
“You respect him as a dueler.” Bakura snorted. “He respects you as a duelist. Maybe he respects even me, because I challenge him.” He tugged on Kaiba’s hair.
“You should hate him, hate him for everything he’s done.”
“You’re confusing me with yourself,” Kaiba said, grinding his teeth to avoid a hiss of pain. Bakura slipped of the desk and dug his knee painfully in Kaiba’s upper leg.
“He’s done enough to me, that’s for sure.” Bakura was so close their noses touched. “How about you, Set-o?” He drawled.
“I don’t know what you want from me. I’m getting fed up with this-“ He was cut short again, again with a kiss. This time, Kaiba didn’t hesitate nor fought it; he welcomed the prying in his mouth, feeling the excitement returning full force, his body responding with a fierce warmth that evaporated every feeling of bliss he’d had after winning a duel. He pushed against Bakura’s knee, still digging into his leg, but his wrist was locked in a forceful grip. Kaiba gasped, running out of breath. Bakura was strong, and leaning with his full weight into him, as if he wanted to break him, to smother him. The collar of the trench coat stroked his chin, the Millennium Ring rested against his chest, the sharp prongs clawing into his clothing.
“Why?” He croaked, after Bakura releasing him for the second time.
“I want your cooperation to defeat the Pharaoh.” The thief leaned backwards, removing his knee from Kaiba’s leg. The CEO refrained again from showing his pain, even though it took him almost all of his strength. He wanted to berate himself for it- but he felt drained, wrung out like a wet dish cloth. His body seemed to send conflicting signals all over. Kaiba never imagined him being with someone of the same sex, nor responding so fiercely to a kiss; yet he tingled with more anticipation, yearned for more, ached for being overpowered and steered into another direction. His eyes went wide. Where did that come from? He was the one with power, he was the one in charge… his rational mind whispered to him that he lost control the second Bakura revealed himself from the shadows.
“Shadows,” he repeated, not knowing why.
“You’re surrounded by shadows too, Seto.” Bakura seemed strangely pleased with himself and rubbed over his leg, as if he wanted to wipe off his hands. “Some of our shadows are strangely alike.”
“I do not hate him,” Kaiba said. “I do not like him because he has beaten me, but I do not hate him. He’s my rival, that’s all.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” Bakura answered. “So, are you in?”
“In what?” His mouth ran dry. His scalp hurt of the forceful tugs on his hair, his leg stung of the enforced weight, and he knew some of the skin in his neck was cut open. He didn’t want Bakura to go. As soon as he agreed, Bakura would be gone. End of challenge.
“My plan,” Bakura said. The yellow office lights dulled his long white hair and his pale skin wasn’t appetizing for the eye either. With a single click, the lights went out, followed by a short chuckle. In the dark, only light by the laptop screen, Bakura was much more of a demon than Kaiba could ever imagine. He wanted him to be that way. A demon come to life, the personification of all his anger and hate.
“Why don’t you tell me about your plan to defeat our rival?”
Bakura leaned forward again, and Kaiba immediately did the same- to find his chin being firmly clasped in an iron grasp. With his thumb, Bakura ran over Kaiba’s lower lip.
“Don’t ever patronize me, Set-o.”
“It’s Kaiba to you,” he spat out, angered. He didn’t want to let go of his control that easily. He had suffered and worked too much and too hard to give everything out of control.
No kiss. Bakura let go of his chin, forcefully throwing him back into his chair.
“I’ll let you know when I come up with a plan.”
“What? You don’t have anything—“
“I wanted to be assured of your cooperation first,” Bakura interrupted him. “It would be futile to plan something if I hadn’t your cooperation. Don’t worry… I’ll think of something good.” He grinned.
“Well, maybe something different than the Shadow Realm, this time,” Kaiba mentioned, duly noting the flicker of anger on Bakura’s face. The first defeat of the self-admitted thief still hit a sore spot. Now it was his time to grin. “Something more subtle, I guess.”
Bakura leaned forward once again, cupped Kaiba’s crotch and squeezed hard. With his other hand, he prevented Kaiba from screaming out loud.
Chuckling, Bakura brought his face close to Kaiba’s again, pouting his lips as if he was going to kiss him.
“I don’t do subtlety, Seto Kaiba.” He removed his hands. Kaiba let out the breath he was holding; looking up with angry eyes at the thief- but Yami no Bakura was already engulfed by the shadows, welcomed back as a mother would cradle a child close to her, swallowed by darkness that would frighten anyone else but him.
His office was cold and empty.
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Date: 2004-10-13 02:54 pm (UTC)I like it a lot!
I like it more than a lot - wow. The kiss, the intimate pressure of Bakura's knee in Kaiba's thigh, the reluctant response from Kaiba!
You did it! You kept them in character, wrote something that I could find believable in canon, and even without full lemon, managed to make me feel the need to fan myself. Very hot - both the contact and the personalities involved.
I love Bakura's line about not doing subtlety. I love the vehemence of his hatred for the Pharaoh.
Oh, and I adore the closing line - it really underlines how very steamy the brief encounter was. Hate and anger are very strong, very passionate emotions, as well as lust, and all wrapped together so well!
Truly excellent work. Thank you so much!
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Date: 2004-10-24 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-25 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-25 09:28 pm (UTC)Your first?! Wow, I would never have known and of course you should write a longer fic for the fandom *nodpokenod* ^_~!