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Sins of the Flesh	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: PLEASE READ THIS!!
I don�t usually
put A/Ns in my stories, especially at the beginning, especially of the first
chapter, but I needed this one. Okay, please at least read the first section,
and if you decide this fic is just too weird after reading that, then scroll
down and leave me a review, nasty or not, just telling me so. I�m trying to see
what people can�t stand� I have some fics that aren�t nearly this weird that
barely get reviews as it is, and I want to know if this really turns that many
people off of reading my stuff. Also, I should make it clear that Seto actually is a guy... Anyway:
Disclaimer: YuGiOh owned by Kazuki Takahashi. Not me. I am not Kazuki Takahashi...

Sins of the Flesh
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�Tale care of your little brother, Seto�� she
said weakly, he eyes half lidded, fighting to keep them open.

The fiver year old
nodded bravely and blinked tears away from crystalline blue eyes. �I will,
mama��

The woman squeezed
the small hand. �Good�� She let out her breath, and drew another shaky one.

Her husband, the
child�s father, started to pull Seto away, but she shook her head and took
another breath, holding tightly to the small hand she still held. She opened
her eyes once more, the same The exhausted, dying woman on the hospital bed
looked over at her young child, then reached out and took one of Seto�s small
hands in her own trembling one.

grey as the child
she had just borne, and looked at Seto again. Big cobalt eyes, shining with
courageously unshed tears, met hers sadly but unflinchingly.

�Remember, Seto��
she whispered. �You�ll always be my strong girl��

She let out her
last breath. Her daughter finally started crying, understanding instinctively
what had happened, and turned into her father�s arms.

~~oOo~~ Okay, if you hate it, now�s the time to
go down and review, telling me so� ~~oOo~~

�You jackass,� Bakura
growled. Seto sneered mildly at him and said nothing, walking away. Bakura glared
at his receding back and made a rude gesture.

�Calm down, yami,� Ryou said, unconcernedly laying a hand on
his arm and not even looking at him. �He�s like that to everyone � it�s no
reason to be all offended. Just let it go. The rest of us do.� He smiled as he
watched Yuugi destroy Jou�s last monster. �You know he�s only like that because
he wants to offend people into not trying to be his friend.�

The white haired yami glared at him. �You can rationalize
for him all you want, you pathetic weakling � I�m going to get my
revenge.�

Jou nodded. �I�m with psycho here. Kaiba pushes too many
buttons � he needs taken down a peg.�

Bakura ignored them all after that, in favor of staring at
his prey. Seto Kaiba� that pretentious jerk. He thought he could push everyone
around � he thought he could push him around. He was the most feared
person in the school. He was the cause of half that was evil and nearly all
that was undiscovered in this school. Nobody � and that meant nobody
� pushed him around! Especially not some pansy ass rich boy who just waltzed in
here whenever the hell he felt like it, maybe came to one class a week, and was
still likely to be valedictorian. Teachers� fucking pet.

Kaiba caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. Bakura
barely stopped a growl from bubbling forth and pointedly turned away, catching
the smirk from the corner of his eye. That was it � Kaiba was going
down! No one smirked at his expense � ever!

�Bakura-san, please answer question number four on the
board,� the teacher said, interrupting his precious train of thought. He
replied without thinking.

Needless to say, he spent the rest of the day in the office.

He glared at the clock above the door, willing it to move
faster as the end of the day approached. He wanted out of this damn office, out
of this damn school� Just to get home and forget this day had ever existed. A
day of detention was not his idea of fun � Ryou was going to be in for it when
he got home and needed to get himself in a better mood. He�d be sure to apologize
later � he always seemed to go for that. Apparently, considering his hikari�s
reaction, apologies were romantic� or at least induced lust. Not for the first
time, he considered beating him up more often just for the sweet make-up sex
that always happened when he apologized. He probably shouldn�t, though. Ryou
probably had a limit, somewhere, to the number of times he�d allow himself to
be smacked around, and he didn�t want to reach it any sooner than he had to.

The moment the bell rang, interrupting his train of thought
once more, he was out that door like a shot. Ryou and the others were already
gone, he was sure � they had no class the last period of the day; they had
arranged their schedules so that that could happen. Even Ryou, chronic
scholarly workaholic, had been� convinced� or some might say bullied, and they
might be right� to do it by his yami. Frankly, he had only cared because he
didn�t want to spend any more time in school than absolutely necessary, and he
wasn�t going to leave without Ryou.

He caught sight of Kaiba as he walked from the
building, and smirked. Now� he could get his revenge. All thoughts of Ryou and
sweet make-up sex were all but banished from his mind. With a few quick, silent
steps, he caught up to him as he turned away from the school. So Rich-boy was
walking� how lucky.

�Hey, Kaiba,� he said as he came up behind him, timing it so
they�d stop by the ally, startling him and making him whirl around, his smirk
plastering itself to his face just a fraction of a second late.

�If it isn�t the foul-mouthed punk. Did you want something?
Lessons in manners, perhaps?�

�Well, I wanted something from you, that�s for sure,�
Bakura said with his smirk. �But it sure as hell wasn�t more lessons.� He put
his hands on his chest and shoved him suddenly, making the taller teen stumble
back into the alley and drop his metal briefcase. His superior expression
vanished, replaced by offended shock.

�Just what the hell do you think you�re doing?�

�I�m going to show you that you�re so not above me, it�s actually
funny. You think you�re so high and mighty � wrong, jackass.� He swung a punch
toward Kaiba�s darkened face.

The brunet caught his fist with his opposite hand and yanked
his hand down to look at him. �How?� he asked. �By beating me up? I don�t think
you�ve got what it takes to exact even that petty revenge.� He was smirking
again as he tightened his grip on Bakura�s hand.

The white-haired one pulled his hand away and quickly
punched Kaiba in the gut with the other, catching him off-guard. Apparently,
pretty boy was used to intimidating people into submission. Not this time.

He tried to punch him again, but he was caught by a kick to
his chest that pushed him backward. Apparently, even though he was used to
intimidating people into submission, pretty boy still knew how to fight. This
could actually be fun, Bakura reflected, as he grinned at Kaiba, circling him
slowly. Kaiba looked relaxed, but he was ready to fight as well, that much was
obvious to the ex-thief�s trained eye. At least he wasn�t running.

Well, not yet anyway. It sounded like great fun to make
Kaiba flee for his health, leaving his dignity and pride in bloody tatters on
the street, or else just beat him to a bloody pulp. Either way, he�d get his
revenge.

Kaiba was obviously expecting him to make the first move.
Well, why disappoint? He feinted to his right and went for a punch to the left
side of his ribs, which Kaiba didn�t let affect him as he grabbed his arm and
twisted him around. He elbowed him in the stomach as he tried to pin him,
making him let go with a grunt, then planted a half-dodged right to his jaw.
Kaiba took one step backward; he pressed his advantage and kicked him in the
stomach.

Kaiba grabbed his leg and slammed him into the wall. He
grunted, but recovered before Kaiba could do anything he�d really regret and
punched him in the face, grabbing his shirt to drag him closer. For his trouble
he received a knee to the gut, which shoved them apart; he shoved Kaiba back
against the wall and punched him again. The next punch Kaiba dodged, and he
ended up punching the bricks-

�Shit!� he yelled, backing away with his hurt hand. Kaiba
smirked and kicked him again, making him double over, but he used that to avoid
the next kick, obviously meant to get him in the head as he bent. He punched
Kaiba in the stomach with his unhurt hand, and then grabbed his shirt with the
injured one and punched him in the face, knocking him back against the wall. He
ignored the sharp pain as he felt some sort of blow to his neck, and wrenched
the arm that had hit him flat out sideways, punching his opponent once more in
the stomach, drawing another grunt from him. Kaiba attempted to punch him with
his free hand; he grabbed that one too to immobilize it, then held both of them
against the wall with one hand, and used the other to continue his blows to
Kaiba�s face and stomach. The reactions he got weren�t much, but he relished
every grunt he got.

Kaiba apparently had had enough, or was desperate enough,
and tried to sweep his legs out from under him. He realized what he was doing
and braced himself, kicking the brunet�s leg out from under him instead,
letting him spill to the dirty alley floor, then stood over him, making it very
clear that he could continue beating the crap out of him if he chose to do so.

Kaiba wiped a thin trail of blood from the corner of his
mouth, looking up at him, breathing heavily, as Bakura himself was. The
difference was that Bakura was grinning.

�What do you think this proves?�

Bakura smirked. �I think it proves I can kick your ass.�

�Fluke,� he said dismissively. �And even if so, what of it?
Nobody�d believe you if you told them anyway.� Bakura�s grin darkened and
disappeared, turning to a scowl. He was right. Kaiba, of course, wasn�t done
yet � he had to prove exactly how futile this had all been. �And even if they
did, it still wouldn�t mean anything.�

Bakura scowled. �You son of a bitch.� Kaiba smirked, and
Bakura kicked him in the stomach. �I hate that expression!� he yelled at
him. He reached down and grabbed the gasping brunet�s shirt, dragging him back
up until they were face to face. �Don�t you ever smirk at me again.�

�Or what?� Kaiba said defiantly. �You come after me and beat
me up? I�d kill you � and I�d get away with it.�

�Not if I killed you first,� Bakura said darkly. �And I
think you know I would.�

�Fuck you.�

Bakura slowly grinned. �Good idea.� Kaiba�s eyes widened
slightly, and he shoved Bakura away from him; Bakura�s expression hardened and
he slammed him backward, against the wall, making his head connect to it with a
painful-sounding thud. He pressed his body flat to Kaiba�s to hold him and
forced a leg between the brunet�s. One hand grabbed Kaiba�s hair harshly, and
he forced his head backward and kissed him, holding both of his wrists tightly
with his other hand. He tried to shake his head, to pull his wrists free, and
to shove him away all at once, and none of them were effective; he took his
sweet time plundering Kaiba�s mouth for all it was worth.

Kaiba gasped for air as he let him go. �Don�t,� he said
quietly. �I�ll pay you � just don�t.�

Bakura grinned. �Kaiba, if I was interested in your money, I
would have your money. I want you.�

There was a strange light in Kaiba�s eyes � panic, Bakura
saw with relish. Yeah, it must have been a pretty terrible thought� personally,
Bakura had never sunk so low as to rape anyone before, but Kaiba deserved it,
if anyone ever had.

He decided to keep playing fair and only immobilized him
with his own body, keeping the Shadows out of it. One hand was busy holding
both of Kaiba�s behind his back, against the wall, while the other quickly
tried to unfasten his pants. Kaiba was still struggling, so it was harder than
he should have been; he slapped him, hard, to make him stop. He didn�t bother
with covering his mouth � he knew, somehow, that Kaiba wouldn�t try and call
for help, let alone scream or do anything to draw attention to his situation.
He would bear it silently � stoically, even. That made this that much easier.

With his struggles ceased, Bakura swiftly had him half
naked, the half that mattered. He saw that Kaiba had his eyes closed, breathing
heavily through his nose as he refused to look at him, and he smirked. He had
barely touched him and he was already in denial. Poor prude � this was going to
royally fuck with his mind.

�You might want to relax,� Bakura said, as he pulled his own
hard member from his pants. �Though it doesn�t matter to me at all.� With that,
he turned Kaiba over and slammed him into the wall, forcing his uncooperative
body to bend for him, and buried himself in one harsh thrust. The tight heat
made him stop, not out of any consideration for Kaiba, but just to make certain
he wasn�t going to blow it already. The feeling was incredible� it left him
motionless, breathing heavily for a moment. He noticed absently that, not only
had Kaiba not cried out at all, let alone the scream that sort of pain should
have wrenched from him, but he was actually still tense.

�Probably don�t enjoy that much, do you?� he said with a
smirk, and, deeming he was ready to continue, pulled completely out of him to
bury himself again. There was already blood enough to make it easier for him,
but no less enjoyable. Still Kaiba made no sound. That worked for him� no need to
rush things. He could take his time and make Kaiba suffer as much as he wanted,
assuming his body would let him.

Which, all things considered, it probably wasn�t going to
do. Kaiba was so tight � it gave him a warm, dark feeling to know he was
probably ruining Kaiba for all future relationships with men by taking his
first experience from him like this � and he had to admit that seeing him like
this was about the hottest thing he�d ever seen. No, this wasn�t going to take
long, but he could sure as hell make sure Kaiba hated every minute of it.

Popping buttons off the shirt, he yanked it backward until
it could hold Kaiba�s arms immobile, freeing his other hand to join its partner
in holding Kaiba�s bare hips in a bruising grip. He held Kaiba still for a moment
and took the opportunity to just pound mercilessly into that helpless body,
then he pulled him back to meet him on the next deep thrust, not caring at all
about any damage he was doing to Kaiba�s body, let alone his pleasure, just
wanting to be swallowed up by the insane tightness that was his victim. �You�re
a good fuck, Kaiba�� he told him cruelly, burying himself again and feeling his
eyes almost literally water at the feeling. �I should do this more often.� He
was fairly certain he felt him shudder at that.

It was incredibly hard not to groan as he felt himself
surrounded yet again, but he bit it back and slammed into him again. He was
close � he was very close. Kaiba had ceased to exist � it was just a tight hot ass
for him to pound into, and he did with gusto. His fingers digging into his slim
hips, he buried himself in him once more and released with a grunt of pleasure,
thrusting until he was spent. Then he let Kaiba go and leaned against the wall
as he refastened his pants, watching Kaiba sink to his knees and just sit there
as he regained his breath.

He realized that Kaiba was crying silently, just sitting
there and letting the tears slide down his face, and smirked. �It�s been real,
Kaiba. I�ll see you at school.� With that, he walked away, whistling slightly
to himself. Kaiba�d learned his lesson. He wouldn�t ever disrespect him like that
again� at least, he�d better not, or he wouldn�t hesitate to exact a little
more revenge from him.

Seto closed his eyes to regain his composure as Bakura
finally walked away. After a moment, he forced himself to his feet, yanking his
pants back up after disentangling his shirt, and the coat overtop, from his
arms. They were ruined, fabric ripped and most of the buttons torn off. He was
still bleeding and in so much pain that he could barely move, and he slid back
down the wall again, his back to it. After a moment, he reached over and
fumbled to get his briefcase open, withdrawing his cell phone. He should
probably have called the police, of a hospital � instead, he called his chauffeur
and told him to come pick him up. He wouldn�t ask questions � he wouldn�t have
to explain anything. Right now, that was all he wanted.

Bakura stepped inside the apartment he shared with his
hikari, finding Ryou in the kitchen, making supper. Such a good little hikari�

�You�re late�� Ryou said, looking up a little nervously. His
yami had spent all day in detention� he
was sure to be in a bad mood�

�I had detention, baka. They made me stay after.� He grabbed
Ryou around the waist with one arm and pulled him close to kiss him. �Now, tell
me that�s close to being done � I�m starving.�

Ryou looked at him in shock as he released him and sat on
the counter, then regained his senses. �Yes, it�s nearly finished.� He turned
his face back to his work, wondering what was wrong with Bakura but not daring
to ask, lest it vanish as suddenly as it had appeared.

Bakura leaned back against a cupboard humming to himself.
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