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How It Would Be	By : AnironLegolas Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 3265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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YAY! ANOTHER SETH/YAMI PWP!!!

SORRY! I just can't get ENOUGH! Hope you enjoy!

How It Would Be

It was hard to get the Pharaoh into this position. There he lay, weakened and unconscious on his silk covered bed. Seto smirked slyly as he leaned against on one of his bed posts to gaze lustfully at the display before him.

Yami was naked from the waist up; leather pants still clung to his legs. His creamy skin glowed lightly in the dim light of the room. Yes� it was just how it looked so long ago. He remembered the firelight off the torches bounding off that delectable skin.

But it wasn't the CEO we know that looked upon this form and conjured up those thoughts. No, it was the Spirit of that golden rod returned to him. A lightly tanned hand gripped the Item as dark blue --almost black-- eyes glanced fondly upon the object. By using it, he was momentarily able to control one of Yugi's friends long enough to turn Yami over to him.

Seth's orbs traveled back up to the Pharaoh when he heard a faint moan.

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Yami opened his weary eyes and tried to adjust them to the dim lighting of the room. The first thing he saw was dark blue silk above him, as though he were under a canopy. The next thing he felt was cold air upon his bare skin, and warm silk caressing him underneath.

" Where am I?" he questioned quietly, not noticing anyone else in the room.

" Here, with me," replied Seth idly as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Crimson eyes widened considerably before Yami bolted up, staring at the foot of the bed with astonishment. He knew that voice, though it wasn't as recognizable as it was five thousand years ago.

Seth smirked. " It's about time you woke up, Pharaoh."

Yami's eyes glanced at the Millennium Rod in his captor's hands, and he felt his chest for his own Item, not feeling the familiar coolness of the metal against his skin. His heart skipped several beats.

" Where--?"

" Relax, Pharaoh," cut in Seth calmly, carelessly, as he pointed to his bedside table. " It's right over there."

Yami snapped his head to the right and saw his Puzzle where the brunette said it was, safe and sound. He then resumed back to glaring at his former High Priest, remembering his mutiny and betrayal. It stung him to recall the incident.

" Why am I here?" he hissed dangerously. " What do you want?"

Seth's rosy lips curved higher, giving a smug look about him. " You're here because Jou drugged you," he replied. Yami let out a soft gasp. " And I yearned for your presence. I just had to see you again."

" Jounouchi? How--"

" Don't worry; he didn't betray you like he did with Marik. I only needed his body for a minute. That mutt doesn't remember anything."

Yami scowled. " What do you want with me? You could have just asked." Though he knew that he wouldn't have allowed himself to entertain his rival even if he did ask politely.

Blue eyes gave off a foreign glint as they continued to stare openly at Yami. The Pharaoh forced himself not to twitch with uneasiness at the sight, but he found his resolve failing. There was a raw emotion in those orbs that made him feel� feel like prey.

Seth chuckled ruefully. " Oh, I doubt that, my Pharaoh," he said in a low voice. " You have a knack for avoiding my other half. How you would be when faced against me?"

Yami bit his tongue to stop a bitter retort. He might get into even deeper trouble.

But as to why he was partially freezing anthouthout a shirt, he had no idea. Was he caught this way? Or did Seth remove it himself�?

His face tinged pink as he thought about that possity.ity. His nemesis wouldn't think about doing that.

Dark eyes narrowed in calculation. " What are you thinking about?" he asked, frowning at the idea that he had lost the Pharaoh's interest. Though, there was that color on that handsome face�

Yami growled and swung himself off the bed, refusing to be affected in any shameful way by the Priest and again ignoring him. He still hated him with a passion, and he didn't need to waste his time by staying here.

Seth, however, rushed before Yami before he could move any further. Patience was wearing thin as Yami continued to be unresponsive. He would make his Pharaoh respond to him�

Equally frustrated crimson eyes looked up. " Get out of my way, Seth," he hissed angrily. " I hao tio time for the likes of you."

" Well then make some, my Pharaoh," growled Seth, pushing Yami back onto the bed and placing his Rod on the nightstand beside its companion. " Because this is going to be a while."

Yami leaned up on his elbows. " I don't know what you're playing at, but it is not funny. Release me. Now." He moved to get up again, but he was roughly pushed back down. Frustration and rage began to build the usually calm Spirit of the Puzzle. " Seth, I have no time for this!" he growled.

Seth was growing just as irritated and pushed the Pharaoh down again before straddling him. Before he could stop himself, his desires took over his will and he hungrily kissed the form beneath him.

The first instincti was to push the Priest off him, but he felt the insistent tongue plunge into his mouth and reason quickly fled his mind. Instead his hands gripped Seth's blue silk button down as he was devoured.

The brunette let out a groan of frustration, as the other still didn't respond. He pushed Yami further into the mattress and stroked his tongue with his own. He felt the tongue beneath his twitch andheard the other release a soft sigh.

Seth pulled away then, panting with desire for the other teen. He tasted like a most exotic fruit. Yami simply stared dazedly up at him, flushed and confused.

The Pharaoh was speechless. His breathing was short and labored, having been kissed the hell out of him. He tried to force his vocal chords to work, to ask about Seth's motives, but they all died on his lips. Moments passed before he let out a faint question.

" Why?" he muttered, gazing up with hurt almost in his eyes. The man before him tried to overthrow him and kill him, and here was seducing him. If had the same goal in his mind� What kind of sick game was this?

Seth couldn't find an answer. All he felt was the heat of the room and of their bodies, and the close proximity of their forms. He leaned down closer to the other, noses almost brushing as he spoke and gazed deeply into crimson eyes.

" I�" he whispered hesitantly, almost unsure how to express himself. " I� I love you, my Pharaoh." With that said, he kissed Yami, swooping down before he saw the reaction - afraid of it.
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