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Sins of the Flesh	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1--01-
- 2--02-
- 3--03-
- 4--04-
- 5--05-
- 6--06-
- 7--07-
- 8--08-
- 9--09-
- 10--10-
- 11--11-
- 12--12-
- 13--13-
- 14--14-
- 15--15-
- 16--16-
- 17--17-
- 18--18-
- 9
- 10
- 11
ToT: Yeah, they�re finally getting married! Or,
are they? You know Seto�s a bitch � he might change his mind again, ne? Keep
reading to find out!

BA: HOMG! You read my fic! *squeeeee!*
Yeah, your poor Kurarin� Seto�s gonna put him through HELL before this
has any sort of happy ending ^^

Sekhma_Bakura: Wow � thanks for all that. ^^ If more people wrote
reviews like that, I wouldn�t be able to fit through doors � my head would be
too huge. Of course it wasn�t the end! Why do people
always think I�ve ended my fics, just because I don�t leave cliffhangers? ^_^ No,
I�ll be sure and say when it�s the end. And I�ll try
and make sure this lives up to your praise.

clumsykitty: I have no idea what beach Seto wants� ^^
Probably something more private, though. I just said Mexico because apparently there�s
very pretty beaches there� Heh. I�ll figure it out�
You might not recognize the dragon, though, even if you happened
to see him there� given what he�ll be wearing� ^_^ I
have plans!

War-chan: Did you doubt he was going to say yes� eventually? ^^ Bitchy
Seto is fun!
You�ll be sadly disappointed if you keep checking for updates
every day, though� I do it a couple times a month, if you�re lucky. ^_^ Sorry� I just have a bout twenty random stories I�m
working on.

Yang of the Eastern
Temple, anna, Jk, and
LibraryKat: Here�s your update! Keep liking!

Sins of the
Flesh
- 10 -

Ryou looked up when Bakura kept walking straight as he
turned toward home. �Bakura?� he asked.

�What?� Bakura stopped and looked at him.

�Ah� where are you going?� He decided to play it safe and not
try and make him seem stupid by assuming he just
missed his turn � better to assume he was going somewhere and just hadn�t told
him.

�Work, yadonushi.� Bakura scowled at apparently nothing,
unless it was the mention of work�

Ryou furrowed his brows. �Work?� he asked. �You mean�
you�re going to go steal something?� he asked quietly. He really didn�t
approve� he should try and stop him. He probably
wouldn�t, but he should.

The yami�s scowl deepened. �I fucking wish. No, I�m getting
a job.�

�A� job?�

�Yes, hikari, a job. You know, people go someplace
and do menial labor for money that someone else is just going to steal from
them anyway, either traditionally or with the prices they charge.� His scowl
deepened.

�Why� why do you have to get a job?� Ryou asked quietly,
hoping he wasn�t pushing his yami�s patience too far.

�Because I need money, baka.�

�Why?�

�Because I need to buy a ring.� His scowl lessened a bit,
and Ryou had to smile a little. Every time he thought of Seto, his mood brightened
just a little. It was nice to see him actually care about someone� Also nice to
see him actually being more or less a good person for them. The best thing was
that Bakura didn�t even really seem to realize that he�d changed at all � he
was being nicer, and conscientious, and it seemed like he was actually
considering how his actions might impact others, or at
least Seto � and it was like it was coming naturally to him.

�Wouldn�t you normally steal it?� he asked cautiously. �Or
at least the money for it�?�

His scowl returned. �Yes, I would. Bitchy decided he wants
a �real� ring, so now I have to work for the money to buy a piece of jewelry he
doesn�t even really want.�

�Oh�� Ryou said. He recognized it for what it was, even if
neither party did � Seto was testing Bakura�s dedication by asking him to do
something he would normally never do for a relatively trivial reason, and
Bakura was passing. He was fighting it, but he was actually passing.

�Yeah,� Bakura said, and turned away again. �Don�t wait up.
I�ve only got three weeks to make a couple thousand dollars�� Ryou could hear
the scowl, but he had to smile. It didn�t really matter how much he complained;
he was still doing it.

Gozaburo leaned over him. �Open up,� he said softly, in
that dangerous way he had; Seto curled up around himself, covering his naked
body and hiding his head with his arms. He shouldn�t be resisting like this� it
would only mean more punishment� but he couldn�t help it. He couldn�t take it�

Then there were soft hands on his arms, rubbing them
soothingly. Slowly, he relaxed and looked behind him. Bakura sat there,
comforting him. �Hey, it�s okay,� he said. �He�s gone. Remember?� He offered
him a smile and wrapped his arms around him.

Seto relaxed in relief. Yes, Gozaburo was gone�

Bakura kissed his cheek. This wasn�t so bad� Really, he
could live with this. He looked down at his hand, and the ring it bore. He
could live with this, really� it wouldn�t be so bad.

Bakura followed his gaze and looked down at his ring. �Like
it? I know I do. You�re going to marry me�� He stroked his cheek almost
tenderly. �Then that means I can have you any time I want.�

Seto gasped and looked at him, trying to push him away, but
Bakura now held both of his wrists in one hand and held him tightly against
him. He shut his eyes tightly and struggled against him, barely holding back a
pained whimper as he felt the thief�s erection pressed against him.

�No,� he whispered. �No, please, don�t do this to me��

�Do what?� Bakura asked in his ear, then flipped them
around so that he was in front of Seto and could press him backward into the
bed. �Baby, I�m your husband. It�s not like I�m going
to rape you. This is my right.� He kissed him, muffling Seto�s teary reply.
This couldn�t be happening�

�Didn�t you know?� Bakura asked him quietly, holding him
immobile as he struggled against him, looking down at him. �That�s what
marriage is.�

Seto bolted upright, gasping, crying, and shaking all at once.
He scrambled off the bed and into the bathroom before he was even completely
awake, and began to throw up, violently purging himself of what little he�d
eaten yesterday. At least� At least it wasn�t one of the flashback dreams where
he relived what one or the other of them had done to him�

He backed away until he was in the corner between the wall
and the bathtub and drew his knees up to his chest, hunching his shoulders and
wrapping his arms around his legs, staring forward at nothing, his shoulders
spasming with silent sobs.

He couldn�t do this� he couldn�t go through with it. If he
did� he�d be alone here with Bakura all the time� And
it really would be his right, if he want to� he couldn�t stop him�

A choked sob escaped him and he buried his face in his
knees. He couldn�t do it� he couldn�t face that. He couldn�t take it, if he had
to submit to him again like that�

�I can�t�� he whispered to the
darkness, ashamed of himself but unable to stop the sobs that wracked his body.

Bakura was in a foul mood, and the dark bruise on Ryou�s
cheek bore testament to that fact. His friends pretended not to notice, as he
had implored them to, even though they all knew where it had come from. At
least Bakura wasn�t going to be able to hurt him much longer; Ryou had told
them all the good news when Seto had finally said yes.

Bakura�s mood was directed not only at his hikari, but at every inanimate object he came across. He punched his
locker; he put a dent in his neighbor�s. The slam of
his books onto his desk silenced the entire room for a couple seconds. He made
a habit of snapping pencils into pieces as small as he could manage and
launching them at people and things during class; there were a few winces as
people were hit with a throw or a ricochet, but no one
dared try to get him in trouble for it.

And the whole day
he shot glares at the brunet in the back of the room. Seto never once looked up
from the spot on his desk that he was staring at, entirely oblivious, but
Bakura still glared.

His plan to confront Seto during lunch was
foiled by the fact that Seto didn�t move from his seat and he didn�t
really care to talk to him in a classroom.

After school, however, he was right there at his side, and
though he noticed Seto�s flinch, he refused to care. �I can�t do it,� he said,
picking up a rock and throwing it as hard as he could in front of them. �Unless
you want me to become a stripper, I can�t make the kind of money I need in
three weeks.�

�I don�t care!� Seto said, and the slight quaver in his
voice made Bakura stop and actually look at him for the first time. There
wasn�t much different about him, physically, but there was something strange
about his whole bearing. He seemed stressed beyond any reasonable explanation �
and Bakura hadn�t even done anything to him.

�Where�s your ring?� he asked finally, noting the conspicuously-bare right hand.

�I took it off,� Seto said. He didn�t sound apologetic, or
angry, or� really much of anything. He also didn�t look at Bakura, or anywhere
save where his feet were taking him.

Bakura just realized what was odd. Seto didn�t walk like
that � he always had his head up, looking straight ahead, always proud and
cold. It was a wonder he never tripped. Now here he was, watching his feet� He should
have realized what it was sooner.

�What�s wrong?� he asked. �And why did you take it off?�

�Nothing�s wrong, and I didn�t want to wear it.�

Was he trying to insult him? �Why didn�t you want to
wear it?�

�I just didn�t.� Seto swallowed. What was he going to say:
I couldn�t wear it anymore, because it reminds me that I�m going to marry you,
and then you�ll have free reign over me and I won�t be able to do shit about
what you do to me? No, not likely. He didn�t even want
to think about it.

Bakura stepped in front of him and stopped him with a hand
on his chest. Seto flinched noticeably, but didn�t react any further, and
either Bakura didn�t notice or chose not to acknowledge it. �You didn�t have
any problem wearing it before � what the hell happened? The rock not big enough
for you?�

Seto made a sound of frustration and pushed him away,
walking past him. �I�m not that vain,� he said flatly.

Bakura grabbed him, earning a startled gasp, and pushed him back into a wall. He cracked his head on the bricks
with a loud, sickly noise that neither reacted to. �You seemed pretty
preoccupied with diamonds before,� he said, �but I don�t care. I want to know
why you aren�t wearing my ring.�

�Because,� he repeated, being very sure to keep his
breathing under control, because he was going to hyperventilate, and then he
would be lost to panic, if he didn�t, �I don�t want to.�

�So what the hell happened?�

�Maybe I came to my senses.�

�Does that mean you�re taking back your �yes�?�

Seto didn�t answer immediately. Here Bakura was, giving him
the out he needed� and he wanted desperately to take it. Maybe Bakura really
would leave him alone, like he said he would�

Yeah, right. If he really believed that, he wouldn�t be
hesitating and trying to convince himself. He knew that if he refused to marry
him, Bakura would probably make his life a living hell � more than it already
was. It would be easier just to go through with it� and knowingly condemn himself to the living hell he understood and could at least
try to fortify himself against.

�No,� he said finally. �It means I don�t want to wear the
stupid ring. After all, it�s not like it makes it obvious that I�m getting
married or anything��

Bakura apparently accepted that as his reason and dropped the
hand holding him against the wall. �So, what? You�re trying
to keep it a secret until it happens or what? If that�s the case, sorry,
but Ryou already told all the friendship fairies.�

Seto shrugged. �I just don�t want to walk around wearing an
engagement ring�� To Bakura. Okay, at all, but especially to
Bakura. He stepped away from the wall and winced slightly, putting a
hand to the back of his head. His fingers came back bloody.

�You�re bleeding,� Bakura said, stating the (painfully)
obvious. Seto didn�t even dignify it with a response as he walked forward
again, holding his head to encourage it to stop. Mokuba was going to want an
explanation�

�I�m sorry,� he said finally. �I didn�t mean to hurt you��
Seto just shrugged, not quite willing to accept the apology, not quite daring
not to. Actually, it was obvious he had meant to hurt him� or at least
intimidate him.

Bakura sighed. He hadn�t actually meant to hurt Seto � he
just wanted a straight answer. He should probably try to control that�

He still hadn�t really gotten an answer, he noticed. It was
obvious there was something wrong� yet, he refused to
say what it was. He really didn�t appreciate the avoidance, but then again,
slamming him against a wall was probably not the best way to get him to open up to him.

�What�s wrong?� he asked again, putting his hands gently on
Seto�s arms in a comforting gesture. That�s it � play it nice.

Seto gasped, jerked away, and turned around and hit him all
at the same time. Bakura stumbled and fell, scarping his knees on the sidewalk.
He glared up at Seto murderously. �What the fuck?� he yelled.

Then he stopped as he stood up again. Seto was literally, physically shaking. Trembling, quivering,
however you wanted to say it � he was taking fast, shallow breaths while
tremors ran through his body.

�Just leave me alone,� Seto said quietly. �Please. Just
don�t touch me. I�m already marrying you � isn�t that enough?�

�What�?�

Before he could even finish his question, Seto had turned
around and fled the scene. It was obvious something was wrong� and just as
obvious that he wasn�t going to be getting an answer. It wasn�t even like something had happened � it was more like there was
actually something wrong with Seto. Hell, it looked like he was having some
sort of breakdown.

Great, Bakura thought
to himself as he walked away. Just great.

Seto worked to convince himself that Bakura wasn�t actually
going to hurt him, and met with only mediocre success. Maybe he wasn�t going to
hurt him right now, but he would, eventually, and he just had to come to terms
with that. Bakura wasn�t going to change his violent and hateful nature just
because he was marrying him � no, he was just going to have an outlet for it.

He was having a hard time separating his baseless, neurotic
fears spawned from repeated trauma from things he was going to have to accept.
He thought it was a baseless fear that Bakura was going to rape him again in
the middle of the street � he was just going to have to accept the fact that he
was going to demand sex after they were married, when it couldn�t
be considered rape. It was a baseless fear that Bakura
was just going to go off and beat the shit out of him � he was going to have to
accept the fact that it would be better for his health not to make him angry,
even though he could defend himself, since Bakura had already proven that he
could take him in a fight and that he wasn�t afraid to use his fists at the
slightest provocation.

He wished Bakura would stop acting like
he could be kind. They both knew it was a lie, and he didn�t want to get used
to the lie, only to be faced with the truth at some
point down the road� He could handle this better if Bakura would just be an
asshole all the time� He couldn�t handle his supposed kindness. It set
him on edge, made him tense up and get ready for the blow that he knew had to
be coming somewhere, even when there was no blow forthcoming. He hated it.

He slammed and locked the door behind him; Mokuba could
unlock it when he came home. He�d probably assume that he wasn�t home yet. That
would be fine. He didn�t want to see him right now�

He still didn�t feel comfortable until he was in his own
room with the door locked, though. The balcony doors locked, too. He let out a
deep, shaky breath and made sure all the curtains were closed, then sat at his computer desk. He just wanted to sink down
on his bed and cry, now that he was alone�

But he couldn�t do
that. Instead, he opened the laptop, accessed his work emails, and tried to lose
himself in his business, where he knew precisely what was going on and could
control everything that happened.

Seto wasn�t in school the next day. Ryou�s bruise was
fading and there were no new ones. Bakura�s mood was somewhat more worry than
anger.

His glance kept sliding back to Seto�s empty chair, but he
didn�t say anything. He assumed Seto had chosen to work instead of coming back
to school � but was it because he had to work, or because he didn�t want to be here? Or maybe something was
actually wrong with him? He should check on him�

�How�s your courting coming?� Yami asked with a smug smile
at lunch, after half a day of his sneaky glances at the empty chair. If for no
other reason, Bakura wanted to get and keep Seto just to wipe that smile off the
pharaoh�s face.

�Fine,� he said. �It�s coming just fine. He already agreed
to marry me.�

�It�s a matter of convenience,� Yami told him dismissively.
�He�ll divorce you after the baby�s born. If he even goes through with it at
all.�

�He�s going to go through with it,� Bakura told him
confidently, hiding the little flutter of fear his words brought up. Was Seto
really going to suddenly back out? He�d thought he
might yesterday, but he�d actually said he wouldn�t� Worse yet, would he lead
him on like this, then just divorce him all of a
sudden? No � he wouldn�t dare. He wouldn�t let him�

�How do you know that?� Yami asked with a raised eyebrow.
�I don�t think you know him well enough to judge him.�

Damn him� that was true as well. He didn�t actually know
very much about him�Damn it damn it damn it.
He needed to get to know him better � especially if he was ever going to make
Seto stop being afraid of him. That wasn�t (really) what he wanted, after all.

Then again, he wasn�t really sure
what he did want from this. Sex, maybe; they were getting married, after
all. That explanation didn�t really feel right, though. It wasn�t like he thought Seto wasn�t going to be a servile little
wife or something� Heh. Seto Kaiba was going to be his wife. That fact made him
smile a little. What else could he want, though? There had to be something in
it for him to want it this badly. Maybe access to all of Seto�s money and
possessions� nah, he got a bigger rush from stealing.
Just to rub it in everyone�s faces seemed like the most probably answer� and
for the pure challenge.

He got an uncomfortable little feeling, like
he was still wrong in thinking so, but he ignored it. There was no other
reason.

�He�ll do it,� Bakura said. �Just you watch. By the end of
Spring Break, he�ll be wearing my ring� You�ll see.�

Yami snorted in disbelief. �Right. You can get him to marry
you in three weeks.�

�You�ll see,� he said again. Yami shook his head and
laughed at him.

He stood up and left his try sit. �Cover for me,� he said
to Ryou. �I�m leaving.�

�Where are you going?� His hikari�s eyes looked rather
large, and bright, accented by the strong purple mark on his cheek.

�None of your business. See you at home.� He slung his
jacket over his shoulder and walked out of the cafeteria, nimbly vaulting the
fence and off the school grounds.

The KaibaCorp building was clearly visible from almost
anywhere in the city, including the school, and heading toward it wasn�t much
of a problem. And if Seto wasn�t there� well, he knew
where he lived, and getting inside wouldn�t be a problem. His little fianc�e was
going to talk to him.

The problem was simple, he reflected as he walked. He
wanted to know what was wrong. Seto refused to tell him. This was the problem.
Seto should have told him; keeping secrets was just stupid. Especially
when, as far as he could tell, he actually wanted to help. He didn�t know why
Seto wouldn�t tell him; it wasn�t like he was going to
tease him or something� He hadn�t been a royal asshole when he told him he was
pregnant. Sure, he hadn�t believed him� but he hadn�t really been an asshole
about it�

Or had he? He�d
tossed him around a little, pried into his personal life� but that was all for
a good cause. That couldn�t be held against him.
Apparently, though, Seto just didn�t trust him, for no reason.

Either way, though, he would have an answer from
him.

He followed people into the KaibaCorp skyscraper
(apparently, it was the end of the lunch hour) and into an elevator, like he
belonged there. He clothes, of course, set him apart a bit� He ignored the
pointed and questioning glances, however, and hit the button for the top floor.
No one commented and obediently exited as their floors arrived in turn, leaving
him alone in the end, until at last the 111^th floor arrived. Damn,
this was a big building�

He sauntered out and meandered past the secretary, ignoring
her as she called out to him. He heard her page Seto in his office, but he was
already opening the door by the time she was able to tell him anything
specific.

�Hello, Seto,� he said with a smile. The brunet was looking
up at him, slightly wide-eyed, the intercom still squawking. His finger slid from
the button, cutting the secretary off mid-�Kaiba?�, and he rearranged his face
into his normal cold expression.

�What do you want, Bakura?� he asked bluntly, seeming
perfectly in control here.

�What?� he asked, as he shut the door and strolled over to
him. �I can�t pay my fianc�e a visit to make sure he�s all right when he skips
school?�

�I�d rather you not,� he said coldly. �I have work to do.� He dismissed him with a glance and returned his
attention to his computer.

Bakura sat on the desk. �Too bad, then��

Seto sighed. �Why are you here? I�m trying to work. This
doesn�t have anything to do with you.�

�I told you.� Bakura slid back off the desk again and
walked around behind him. �I wanted to make sure you were okay when you weren�t
in school.�

�I don�t need a baby-sitter.� He resumed typing, ignoring
Bakura to the best of his abilities.

�I didn�t say I was trying to babysit, did I?� Bakura said,
dropping his hands onto Seto�s shoulders. The brunet tensed immediately, his
typing coming to a sudden stop as he flinched slightly.

�Damn it!� Bakura said, squeezing his shoulders. �Stop it!
Why the hell do you flinch every time I touch you?�

�I wonder,� Seto said quietly.

�You were getting better�� he said. �When
you finally said yes, you were almost fine with it. You let me sit there and
hold you for half an hour � you�ve let me hold you before.
So why all of a sudden are you freaking out again?�

�I don�t know. I realized I was being idiotic to act like
that?�

�I doubt that�s it,� Bakura said. �You don�t choose to be
flinchy. Something happened to you � what the hell was it?�

Seto flinched again and tried to shrug him off, but he
refused to be moved. His shoulders finally slumped in
defeat, and he dropped his head onto his arms.

�Please, just leave me alone��

�I�m not going to take that for an answer this time.� He
rubbed his shoulders gently, but Seto only got tenser. �What did I do to you?�

Seto�s words were muffled, but entirely too understandable.
�You fucking raped me, you psycho��

�That was almost two months ago.�

Seto said nothing, and he was forced
to think about that. Was Seto still being affected
like this, because of that? It didn�t even seem that
important to him� it was just something that happened, ancient history by now.
As unreachable and unimportant as his life in Egypt. And
Seto was like this because of it?

�You�re still like this over it?� he asked finally. Seto
didn�t answer, and he went on. �I didn�t think it would affect you like this�
it�s not like it was the first time, or anything��

Seto�s tenseness melted away, and he went completely limp.
Bakura frowned. That was probably not the right thing to say� he wanted Seto to
relax, not turn into a rag doll.

�Are you okay?� he asked, pulling him up by the shoulders
and bending to look at his face. Seto took a deep breath and wiped his arm
across his eyes.

�Yes, I�m fine,� he said dully. Bakura couldn�t tell if
he�d been crying for real, or if he was just weary or something. �Why shouldn�t
I be fine? I should be used to it by now, right? I�m
just being a melodramatic weakling right now.� He retook control of himself and
leaned on his elbows on the desk.

�Seto��

�Just go.�

�Wait-�

�Please. Just go.�

The tone of Seto voice, dull and lifeless, made him go. He
wasn�t going to be getting through to him�

He squeezed his shoulders one last time as he went, but got
no response. He really screwed up this time, he had a feeling.

Seto stared at his computer screen. Bakura was right. He was
just being an idiot. Anything people could possibly do to him should have
ceased to affect him long ago, and it was just weakness on
his part that kept him so sensitive to it. And
he had better get over it quick, because he was supposed to be getting married
in less than three weeks� and he knew exactly what that meant. He could only
hold Bakura off for so long. Before spring break, he had better be dead to it
again, like he used to be�
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