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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-
- 10
- 11
- 12
Niiro_Yuyake: Yay! Obsessor!
You know, to be fair, Bakura wasn�t trying to hurt him� he just didn�t think
about it. ^^ Keep reading! Have Pocky!

TOT: Thanks! Yeah, it was
getting too light� I needed to darken it up a bit. Poor Seto� I�m ebile! EBILE!
It was supposed to be angsty, though I am fond of fluff� Seto must angst!

Yang of the Eastern temple:
you didn�t have to wait too terribly long. ^_^ Less than a month, anyway�

Ayachan: Yeah, poor Seto�
xP But what would the story be if Bakura didn�t screw up? �Bakura and Seto have
Sex. They get married. Seto has a kid. Happily Ever After.� Nah�
too boring :P

Sins of the
Flesh
- 11 -

Seto absently signed off on the paychecks without looking,
as he usually did. This was one of the more boring parts of his job� actually,
it was pretty much all dull and tedious. Most people would be bored to tears by
what he did. He could honestly say that he had never imagined himself spending
his life behind a desk, reading reports and signing paychecks�

He stopped for a moment as a name caught his eye on the
sheet he was signing, and looked again. Yami Bakura� (apparently, he decided he
couldn�t just be known as Bakura. What an unoriginal first name, though). He
smiled a little. Bakura was going to make him pay for his own ring after all�
and with that job, he wouldn�t be getting a very nice ring at all. Four hundred
dollars for this last week�

Without an ounce of remorse, he doubled the amount of the
check and signed off. If Bakura was going to make him pay for it all, he�d make
damn certain he got something nice out of the deal.

Maybe he should go back to school now� he hadn�t seen
Bakura since he�d come here and he�d sent him away� he certainly wouldn�t be
able to avoid him for the rest of his life, would he?

How the hell was Bakura even holding onto a job in the
mailroom anyway? Granted, it was easy, but he had been certain Bakura couldn�t
possibly hold a job for more than three days anyway� more likely, three hours.
He just wasn�t a personable kind of person� he went out of his way to irritate
people. How had he managed to keep this job for so long?

Then a scary thought occurred to him. Kami � was Bakura
actually trying?

He shook his head. This was just a whim. Bakura would just
forget about him after they were married anyway, unless it was to get something
he wanted. He was just a prize Bakura was trying to win, and as soon as he knew
he had, all this niceness would stop abruptly, and Bakura would return to being
himself�

He sighed a bit and returned to his signing.

�I need a dress,� Bakura told the man flatly.

The salesman looked around the store. It was full of
dresses. Besides that fact, the �customer� didn�t really seem like he would be
one to afford any of them.

�I see,� he said finally. �Well, we have quite a
selection��

Bakura snorted as he looked at the mannequins. �None of these
look like my girl.�

�Oh, I see,� he repeated. �Right this way then��

Bakura followed, looking around at the dresses. Some of
them were actually pretty nice� then again, some of them were hideous. He was
surrounded by miles of white lace and silk, and he wondered precisely what the
use of it all was. On second thought, most of them were hideous. Nothing that
ugly for Seto�

He realized with a start that the dresses were getting
bigger, and it dawned on him they were in the �plus size� section.

�Hey,� he said, grabbing the guy�s arm. �Wrong way. She�s
not fat.�

�My apologies; I misunderstood. Then what does your �girl�
look like?�

�She needs a nice dress, first off,� he said, glaring
around them, putting his hands on his hips. �None of this frilly crap. Nice and
simple � got me?�

The salesman nodded. More like this guy was trying to get
as cheap a dress as he could get�

�Okay, she�s tall � at least two or three inches taller
than me.� He nodded, cataloguing this and making a model in his mind. So far,
he had a tall, big girl in mind. Bakura glared at him, just to make sure and
drive every point home. �Next, she�s skinny. Like a pole.�

�All right,� he said, and led him toward a different part
of the store. �Would you happen to know her bust measurement?� Around them were
dresses with all sorts of chests, from barely there to almost ridiculous
proportions.

�None,� Bakura said off-handedly.

�Excuse me?� He glanced back at him.

Bakura shrugged. �She has no tits whatsoever. Completely
flat.�

�I see��

�Do you ever say anything else?�

This time, the salesman prudently said nothing, looking
through the dresses. �Do you have any preference, aside from �nice and
simple�?� he asked. �Any style or material preference?� Frankly, he was beginning
to suspect that this dress was nothing more than a joke that he was buying to
give to one of his friends.

�Long sleeves,� he told him, �but light; we�re getting
married in Mexico.
Make sure it has a back and no real cleavage.�

�What kind of figure does she have?� He was cataloguing
dresses in his mind, and he couldn�t think of one that fit the requirements
that was readily available.

Bakura shrugged. �Not much of one. Kind of a stick with
hips��

Far be it from him to criticize his customers, but he was
talking about his �girl� so rudely� he had to wonder what they�re relationship
could possibly be based upon. Unless of course there was no �girl�.

�Long skirt, I assume?�

�Yeah, �course.�

�I�ll se what I can do,� he said finally. �If you�ll leave
me your name and a phone number, I can get into contact with you. She will have
to come in and try it on, though, so that it can be fitted��

Bakura snorted. �Yeah, right�� He shook his head. �Sorry,
that�s not happening. I can maybe get you measurements, and you can size it
from that.�

�I�m sorry, that�s just not really feasible��

�Well, she sure as hell won�t be coming in here. Even if I
asked her to, which I won�t. Do the best you can.� He turned to leave, already
having dismissed the matter in his mind.

�Wait!� the salesman said before he could go more than a
few steps. �I�m afraid we can�t start work on a custom dress without some
guarantee��

Bakura snorted. �How much is this thing gonna cost?�

�Somewhere around a thousand dollars.�

Bakura snorted and flipped him a couple hundred dollar
bills. �There�s your guarantee, and a down payment. Make me the dress now.�

He didn�t wait for an answer as he walked out; he had to
get to work.

Seto glanced around; where was Bakura? Far be it from him
to criticize a person for missing school, but Ryou generally made him come.

In reality, he didn�t much know why he cared. In fact, he
should have been happy that Bakura wasn�t here� but instead he was
disappointed. He�d kind of been looking forward to pushing him away again� and
now it seemed he had stopped trying.

He sat moodily at his desk and snapped at people who so
much as looked at him. He was unhappy. He felt like shit, he was beginning to
gain weight, or at least get fat, Bakura refused to show up, and no one was on
his side at all� Yeah, the world at large was going to pay for this.

He scowled at himself as he accidentally snapped his pencil
into shards. Cheap fucking mechanical pencils� Plastic my ass. Next time, he
was going with metal�

�Kaiba-kun?�

He scowled at Ryou. He was not in the mood.

�Is something wrong?�

He threw the pencil shards toward the trash can.
�Everything�s just fucking peachy, Bakura-chibi. What could possibly be wrong?�

Ryou sat uninvited in the desk in front of him, turned
around so that he was still watching him serenely, apparently unintimidated.
Then again, he had shared a body with Bakura.

�I just meant� did Bakura do something again? If so, he
probably doesn�t realize what he did wrong� or, that he did anything
wrong.�

Seto glared into big soulful brown eyes. �My entire life
doesn�t revolve around Bakura, you know.�

Ryou shrugged slightly. �But a lot of it does now��

He scowled again. �I don�t need to be reminded of that. Why
don�t you go see if there�s someone in the school you haven�t told yet.�

�Nobody else knows!� Ryou said immediately, losing his
composure and flushing brightly, embarrassed and ashamed at what he had done.
�None of us has told anyone else � your secret is still safe.�

At least that was true� thank whatever gods these freaks
worshipped. Apparently, after his outburst in the hall, they�d been shamed into
keeping their mouths shut � even the puppy and the idiot.

�At least that loudmouth Mazaki bitch is still in America,� he
said. �Even after she returns, she is not to know!� He glared to get his point
across. If any of them told her, the entire world would know�

�She�ll be back after spring break,� Ryou told him quietly.
�And she isn�t that bad, Kaiba-kun��

�She can�t keep a secret � and even if she can, you don�t
honestly expect me to believe she will, do you? I already expect to wake up
every morning and see that one of your retard friends has already
�accidentally� let it slip.�

�We won�t,� Ryou promised him earnestly. �And I�ll make
sure that everyone knows you don�t want Anzu-chan to know�even though I think
it�s wrong to keep it from her.�

�What right does she have to know?�

Ryou shrugged a little. Maybe it was just the fact that
they all knew, and they�d have to keep it from one of their closest friends�

�So Bakura didn�t do anything else to you?� Ryou asked,
studying him. �I know what he�s like��

�No, he didn�t,� Seto snapped. And he sure as hell wasn�t
in school to do anything if he even wanted him to, was he?

Ryou was silent for a moment, then offered him a squeeze on
his arm. �I know Bakura isn�t a very nice person�� he told him. �But he is
trying, Kaiba-kun. He wants it to work.�

Seto snorted and took his arm away. Yeah, right.

�Just don�t be too hard on him?� Ryou asked as he stood up.
Seto was close to making very rude
gesture. What right did Bakura have to any consideration? He was already going
to marry him � he didn�t have a choice. Did Bakura look like the one who had it
bad here? Even the psychotic rapist thief had more people on his side than him�

Seto dropped his head to his arms. Everyone was against
him�

Even though he hadn�t been in school all day, Bakura was
waiting by the doors when Seto stepped out. The brunet glared at him and walked
briskly away, but Bakura wasn�t deterred and walked beside him.

�Leave me alone!� Seto snapped finally, refusing to look at
him, only staring straight ahead and trying to outpace him.

�Sorry, no,� Bakura said, with a small smile, and wrapped
an arm around his waist, slowing him down to a more reasonable pace. He
apparently ignored how Seto tensed immediately upon contact with him. �Where�s
the fire?�

Seto ground his teeth and pushed him away. �I told you to
leave me alone!�

Bakura sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop.
�Seto, hold up, okay?�

He glared and pulled his arm away. �I. Do not. Want. To
see. You!�

Bakura frowned and reached out to hold his arms, pulling
him back closer to him. �Seto� hold up. Seriously. I�m not going to hurt you.�
Seto growled and struggled, but he was held fast. Bakura didn�t hurt him any,
though, just held him until he stopped trying to get away from him.

�Do you believe I�m not going to hurt you?� he asked calmly
when Seto gave up. With a scowl, Seto refused to answer. Hell no, he didn�t
believe that. He knew that Bakura was going to, but he wasn�t going to
tell him that, was he?

�Do you believe me?� Bakura asked again, more insistently.

He didn�t look at him and nodded abruptly. Better to lie
and keep him happy, right?

�Good,� Bakura said, and lessened his grip. He pulled him
closer and pit his arms around him again, and Seto didn�t fight him, but he
didn�t relax. �Because I�m not going to.�

�If I make sure to keep you happy and don�t make you
angry,� Seto said, as though stating something that should have been obvious.

�What the hell?� Bakura said abruptly. �Where the hell
would you get that idea? If I say I�m not going to hurt you, I meant hat I�m
not going to hurt you.�

Sure. �I�m not stupid.�

Frustration crossed Bakura�s features. �Damn it, Seto! I�m
not going to hurt you! I thought you were a genius, but you�re sure as hell
acting about as stupid as anyone I�ve ever seen.�

�Whatever. Let it go.�

�No, I will not.� He continued to hold him, a little
tighter even, and Seto continued to be tense and distant. �What the hell
changed? When I proposed, you were okay with me. You let me hold you, you
talked to me civilly � now you�re so fucking scared of me that you can�t even
look at me properly. I didn�t fucking do anything to you since then to make
things change!�

Seto gazed at him coldly, but levelly, quelling the urge to
flinch. �I�m not scared of you.�

�You�re not a good liar, either.� He refused to let him go
and looked calmly into his eyes. �What happened?�

�I came to my senses, all right? I�m doing one of the
stupidest things I�ve ever done, but I don�t have a choice, and you expect me
to trust you?�

�I�d like you to try.�

Something was wrong with this situation. Seto was getting
emotional, Bakura was being calm and reasonable, and they were both having this
conversation in the middle of the street without any compunction whatsoever.
The passers-by just walked around them whenever they had to. Seto was sure he
saw the flash of a camera, but he wasn�t certain. That was going to appear in
the tabloids tomorrow�

�I can�t.�

Bakura released his arms, and he thought he was free, but
Bakura placed his hands (disturbingly gently) on either side of his face and
held him in place. �I�m going to keep trying. I�m going to make you trust me
whether you want to or not, because I don�t want you to be afraid of me.� He
grinned a bit rakishly, but Seto couldn�t return it. �It can�t be a lot of
fun.�

Seto wasn�t fooled. He knew Bakura enjoyed having him at
his mercy like this, just as he himself would� He knew that Bakura was only
doing this to make him let down his guard, so that it would be all the sweeter
when he finally hurt him again� And he knew there was nothing he could do but
accept it and try not to let it affect him.

�I�m bringing Ryou over to your place tomorrow,� Bakura
told him when he didn�t respond, either positively or negatively. �I have a
surprise for you.� He tensed for a moment, but he figured that Bakura wouldn�t
be bringing his hikari over if he was just planning to do something to him, and
he wouldn�t be broadcasting it like this. He nodded briefly, and Bakura smiled,
pulling him down to kiss him gently.

He was shocked, too surprised to react� but it felt
surprisingly good, and he didn�t tense up immediately. Bakura apparently took
that as a good sign, and kissed him for several more seconds before letting him
go.

�See you tomorrow,� he told him with a grin, then squeezed
his face gently and walked away. Seto spent about two seconds standing there,
then remembered himself and walked briskly home.

Bakura wasn�t in school the next day; neither was Ryou.
Seto was more relieved that he had thought he might be when he realized that
Bakura wouldn�t be doing whatever he had planned. Thank whatever had kept them
occupied, away� whatever it was.

He was in a good mood as he walked home, up the driveway, a
slight bounce even in his step. People had ignored him, he hadn�t seen any
pictures of Bakura with him, Bakura wasn�t at school, and he was actually
feeling physically good. Today� was a good day.

It was with somewhat high spirits that he shut the door
behind him, slid his shoes off, and carried his bag up toward his room. It was
with a fair amount of surprise that he was glomped by his little brother at the
top of the stairs, holding his bag aloft to protect the books and such.

�Mokuba?� he asked. �What are you� aren�t you supposed to
still be in school?�

Mokuba released him and looked up at him with a big grin.
�Yep, but I got out by saying that there was an emergency at KaibaCorp� I�m
gonna need you to write a note about that, by the way.�

Seto didn�t really think about it as he pulled out a piece
of paper to do as Mokuba asked. �And why did you get out of it?�

�I got a call� Bakura needed some help with a surprise for
you�� Seto felt his stomach clench and put a hand to it for a moment� but of
course Bakura wouldn�t request Mokuba�s help for anything like that, and
furthermore Mokuba would never condone it.

�What did he want your help for?�

�He wanted me to get in contact with your tailor� he wanted
your measurements.� He smiled broadly, that mischievous smile that he got
sometimes� Seto was a little worried. He didn�t like being in the dark, not
knowing what was going on�

�Mokuba, what�s going on?� he asked sternly as he handed
him the requested note. His little brother only shook his head, though, and ran
off down the hall with the note, into his room, yelling �He�s here!� just
before he went in.

Seto walked warily to his room, finding it, thankfully,
empty. He sighed a bit as he closed his door and lay down on the bed, waiting
for them to come find him and half hoping no one would.

It only took a few minutes, though, before there was a
polite knock on the door and Ryou poked his head in. �Kaiba-kun�?� he asked,
and Seto cracked one eye open. For some reason, he just realized, it didn�t
seem odd that they were here, in his house� �Bakura has your surprise ready�
I�m not sure I approve, but he�s excited about it��

Seto sighed to himself and forced himself to sit up, then
stood and followed Ryou out of the room. The hikari looked at him nervously, but
he ignored it and waited impatiently but warily as he opened the door to an
empty bedroom. Ryou stepped aside, and Bakura turned around, moving to expose�

Seto choked a little, his eyes going wide, and Bakura
grinned. �I brought you something,� he said, as though he thought Seto should
be pleased with the dress�

�You bastard�� he whispered, and turned away and fled back
into his own room, slamming and locking the door before falling onto his bed
and burying his face in a pillow.

Mokuba saw his brother run into his room and ran to the
doorway. �What did you do to him?� he demanded, glaring at Bakura.

�I didn�t do anything!� Bakura swore.

�I told you he�d take it as an insult!� Ryou told him, and
hit him hard on the shoulder. �Go fix it!�

Bakura ducked to shield himself from his hikari. �Fine! He
shouldn�t have taken it as an insult, though � it wasn�t.�

Ryou hit him again to usher him from the room.

�You made him cry,� Mokuba told him flatly. Bakura snorted.

�He�s Kaiba Seto. He doesn�t cry.�

This time it was Mokuba who hit him as he assed him in the
doorway. �He does so! How would you know, though? Do you think he didn�t cry
after what you did to him? You don�t know anything about him!�

Bakura pushed him (gently) away, scowling. He had seen Seto
cry before, actually. At least once, in his office. Maybe a couple times. He
didn�t want him to be crying over this, though�

He waved off both of them and knocked on Seto�s door.
�Seto?�

�Go away!�

�Seto, let me in.�

�Let me clarify: go the fuck away!�

He sighed, aware that both of the other boys were watching
him from down the hall, and knelt in front of the door with a pair of unfolded
paperclips (the thick, sturdy kind). The door may have been locked, but it
apparently still took a key, and that
posed no difficulty for a master thief. After a couple seconds, the old lock
unlocked for him, and he slipped into the room, shutting the door to make sure
that they couldn�t follow.

He sat on the edge of the bed, twisting to look at him
without touching him. �Seto, that wasn�t supposed to be an insult or anything��

Seto�s hands clenched in the bed. His voice was muffled in
the pillow when he finally spoke, but it even sounded as though he was speaking
through clenched teeth. �How else am I supposed to take it, Bakura? You got me
a dress� it�s a cruel joke, or something��

�It�s not a joke, Seto� I wouldn�t do that.�

�I�m not a girl, Bakura! No matter how many flowers or
necklaces or dresses you give me, that isn�t going to change!�

Bakura reached out and rubbed the back of his shoulder.
Seto tensed immediately, but he didn�t stop. �Seto, I could care less if you
were a girl. I don�t have any particular preference. But you want to be
a girl.�

Before he realized it, Seto had taken the pillow � a heavy
down pillow it was � and hit him upside the head, knocking him to the floor.
Then the pillow was abandoned and he was punching him, yelling. �Of all the
foul, evil, despicable things you could say! You asshole! Bastard!
I fucking hate you!�

He barely managed to squirm into a more viable position,
suffering a few fierce blows to his head and shoulders, and grabbed Seto�s
wrists, rolling over to pin him beneath him. Seto�s cheek were flushed, eyes
bright with anger, his chest heaving. He didn�t struggle appreciably, though.

�Are you done?� Bakura asked, breathing only slightly
heavily himself.

Seto ground his teeth and stared up at him without
answering, and Bakura kept him in that position for his own safety. Seto was
likely to attack him again if he let him up. Now that he had a better view, he
could see that Seto actually had been crying, and he felt a bit of an ass. He
tried not to let it show, though.

�I�m sorry if you don�t want to hear it or acknowledge it,�
he said very calmly, �but I�m just trying to give you what you want. And you do
want it. You hide it very� very well, but come on. You can�t tell me you never
wish that he�d never done it to you, that you�d grown up like you were supposed
to.� Seto shook his head and struggled beneath him with renewed vigor, almost
throwing him off, making him tighten his grip on his wrists. He�d hit a nerve;
he pressed onward. �That�s why you keep giving in to the attention I give you,
even if you don�t want to � you like it. You let me defend your honor, you go
starry-eyed when I give you diamonds, you melt for roses.�

Seto became deathly still. �Bakura, let me go.�

�Are you going to hit me again?�

Seto ground his teeth and looked away, then shook his head slightly.
Slowly, ready to grab him again if he so much as raised a fist, Bakura let him
go and stood up.

The brunette stayed on the carpet for a moment, then slowly
stood up and sat on the bed again, refusing to look at him. Bakura didn�t say
anything, sitting on the other end of the bed to give him his space, and he
finally spoke.

�I can�t deny it,� he said flatly. �Are you happy? Is it
what you wanted to hear? I wish I was a girl sometimes.�

�Still a girl,� Bakura interjected.

�Fine,� Seto said between clenched teeth. �Still a
girl. But that isn�t the point� the point is that I�m not. And you can�t
keep acting like I am!�

�You should have what you want,� Bakura told him in
infuriatingly simplistic logic. �I�m just trying to give it to you � and you can�t
tell me you don�t like it.�

�The roses � fine, I like roses. I like them, and they were
perfectly fine. The jewelry � less fine, but still understandable, I suppose�
as long as I�m never expected to wear it. But you have a fucking wedding dress
in there!�

�It�s a very nice-looking dress,� Bakura mentioned.

�Yes, fine. It�s a very nice dress, probably the nicest
wedding dress I�ve seen. But you�re still expecting me to wear a dress!� His
fists clenched. �I can�t do that! This is what I�m talking about. It doesn�t
matter if I want to be a girl, it doesn�t matter if you want me to have what I
want, I can�t wear a dress! What if someone saw me? What if ��

Bakura grabbed his arm and he fell silent. �You worry too
much. In fact, I already thought about something� it can be a disguise.� Seto
looked about to protest, but he went on before he could. �Think of it. You
don�t want to be mauled by people in Mexico, do you? Especially want
them to see you get married to another guy? I don�t really think you�ll be recognizable,
if you don�t act like you normally do, all uptight and stick-up-your-ass-ish.
Let yourself relax, and this�ll work.�

Seto shook his head as though he didn�t even want to think
about it. �No��

Bakura rubbed his arm. �It can work. Really.�

Seto shook his head again, but he didn�t say anything, his
steam almost run out. Bakura took a chance and held him like he had the day
he�d proposed for real, wrapping his arms around him loosely. Seto got slightly
tense, but it wasn�t as bad, and he rubbed his arm soothingly, helping him to
slowly relax.

�Just try it on,� he said finally. �If you don�t look
different enough, then you don�t have to wear it if you don�t want.�

Seto looked at him sharply. ��Try it�- are you crazy?� He shook
his head a vehement �no�.

�Come on,� Bakura coaxed, even wheedled a little. �Just try
it on. And let us see it, of course. If you look like a guy in a dress, you can
take it right back off again.�

Seto dropped his head. He couldn�t win, he knew that� �All
right,� he said quietly. �If you�ll let up, fine, I�ll try it on� one time. One
time only. You�ll get to see me in your stupid dress, you�ll see how stupid I
look, and then you can return it and get your money back.�

Bakura shrugged. �Actually, I don�t think I can. Custom
dress. They don�t want it back.� Seto just shook his head in resigned disbelief
and sat there while Bakura rubbed his arms again, encouraging him to relax,
pleased when he slowly did. Before long he was able to just hold him with his
arms around him, Seto�s head actually leaning back against his shoulder. Seto
wasn�t angry or afraid or really depressed, he was just adorable� Bakura willed
it to stay this way.

A tentative knock on the door interrupted, startling Seto
and making him open his eyes to look at it

Bakura growled under his breath. �Get away, hikari!�

Ryou�s voice through the door sounded firmer and more
threatening than it had any right to be. �Bakura, if you�re hurting him in any
way-�

He rolled his eyes and mocked him for just a moment. Seto
saw it out of the corner of his eyes, and Bakura thought he saw him smile a
little, but it was gone before he could be sure.

�I�m fine,� Seto assured him, disentangling himself from
Bakura�s grasp and sliding off the bed, toward the door, opening it to prove it
to him. Ryou looked embarrassed, then nodded.

�Gomen� I just didn�t know for sure��

Seto nodded and didn�t say anything, turning away again and
back toward his bed. Bakura watched him and even touched his shoulder lightly
when he lay down again, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Ryou�s sharp
eyes. The yami abandoned the bed and joined his hikari without saying a word,
going back to the other room down the long hallway. Ryou didn�t say anything
either the whole way, but it sounded like an accusation. Which was strange,
since he really hadn�t done anything.

He draped the dress across his arm to keep from wrinkling
it, Ryou just staring at him the whole time. Finally he stopped and looked at
him.

�What, Ryou?�

Ryou cocked his head a bit and looked at him. �What did you
do?�

�I talked to him, hikari.�

The hikari shook his head a little. �That�s not what I
mean. He�s��

Bakura began to grow impatient. �Then what, Ryou? I can�t
leave him waiting all day.�

Ryou just sighed and shook his head. �Never mind.�

Bakura snorted and walked out, spying Mokuba standing at
the end of the hall with his arms crossed, silently demanding that he fix
whatever he had done. He chose to ignore him and silently opened Seto�s door,
shutting it once more behind him.

Seto was still lying face-down on his bed, and Bakura sat
beside him, rubbing his back as though he had a right; the ploy must have
worked, because Seto didn�t mind at all.

�I�ve got your dress,� he said. Seto turned his head
slightly to look at him, holding it. Several yards of slightly pinkish material
with a shimmery overlayer�

He nodded a little, and Bakura took the cue to lay it on
the bed beside him. �If you want,� he told him, �I�m sure Ryou can help you get
it-�

�I can dress myself, thank you,� Seto said with a hint of
the old haughty venom. Bakura wasn�t at all certain if it was an improvement,
but he was glad to hear it. He held up his hands and retreated, shutting the
door once more firmly behind him.

�What�s going on?� Mokuba asked, now standing just across
the hall. �What did you do to him?�

�I talked to him,� Bakura told him shortly, walking back
down the hall.

�And he forgave you?� the boy demanded. He sounded like he
wouldn�t believe that was so.

�Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.� Ryou was waiting in the
room they�d all inhabited before when Bakura approached, Mokuba trailing behind
to listen to him. �He�s trying it on,� the former spirit explained.

�He forgave you?� his hikari asked with a fair amount of
incredulity.

Bakura rolled his eyes. �Yes, he forgave me. Just like he
should have, because I didn�t mean anything by it in the first place. It wasn�t
an insult, and he understands that now � and you�d better get it through your
thick head too, hikari. At least Seto understands me.�

Ryou rolled his eyes back at him and sat on the bed. �Why
is he trying it on?�

�Because he doesn�t want to wear it if he�s going to look
like a guy in a dress,� Bakura explained patiently to those less perceptive than
himself. �If he likes it, he�ll wear it so that people don�t recognize him n Mexico.�

Mokuba startled giggling, and Ryou looked at him vaguely
disapprovingly. It wasn�t that he couldn�t see the humor, it was just that this
should have been a very serious time. It appeared that Mokuba didn�t even
realize how serious this was to his brother, though.

The boy caught the look and tried to stop his laughter, but
it still trickled out. �I don�t know�� he finally said, though both of them
were looking at him, Bakura as though he might have gone insane at some point
in the last few minutes. �Nee-chan in a dress?�

Bakura snorted. �That�s really mature, little Kaiba,� he
said disapprovingly. Mokuba�s laughter trailed off, and Ryou looked at Bakura
much as the latter had been looking at Mokuba. Since when was Bakura a major
proponent of Maturity? He had the moral compass of a two year old, and his
mentality often matched�

Bakura either didn�t notice or didn�t care to acknowledge
Ryou�s reaction to his out-of-character-ness, and tapped his foot impatiently.
�What�s taking him so long?� he demanded of the room at large. �It�s just a
stupid dress� Hell, it�s easier to put on than pants� He should have been out
here an hour ago.� This, despite the fact that he had been getting dressed for
probably five minutes.

Mokuba suddenly went completely silent, and Ryou was
staring past Bakura at the door. He stopped and turned around, and froze at the
sight that met him.

Seto was standing in the doorway, wearing it, a pale pink
dress with thin spaghetti straps that disappeared over his shoulders. It
flattered his obvious lack of cleavage with a high cut that barely dipped in
the center and fit his slim build perfectly, accenting his thin waist. The
skirt was loose, to the floor but not ridiculously long, and it was obvious he
was flatfooted because he couldn�t have been more than 5�9; he usually seemed a
lot taller than that� Over the dress itself was a sheer, silvery layer that
covered him nearly to the collarbones and ran down his arms in see-through
sleeves, and was apparently just a bit bigger than the dress itself and stood
out a little from the skirt. Seto was looking nervously downward and picking at
a couple of the sparkles in the upper layer.

All was silent for a moment, before Mokuba finally spoke
up. �Nee-chan!� he squealed excitedly. �You�re beautiful!� He leapt
forward and tackled him in a wide hug around the stomach.

Seto grunted a little and pried him back gently. �Mokuba,
be careful, you�ll wrinkle it�� He was smiling though, a faint blush painting
his pale cheeks at the compliment.

Ryou finally regained his voice. �He�s right, Kaiba-cha�
-kun. You look quite stunning�� Seto blushed and lowered his eyes; either it
had gotten hard for him to suppress it, or this was too much.

Bakura didn�t know if Ryou was just being nice, but he knew
he was having a hard time not grabbing Kaiba and molesting him right here.
Gods� he was hot. Really, very hot. The way the pink brought out the sapphire
blue of his eyes� Not that it mattered to him at all, but any lingering traces
of masculinity had been banished by the rosy color of his cheeks� Beautiful,
stunning� Bakura just wanted to take him back to his bedroom and make him
scream with pleasure.

But giving into urges was what had made Seto hate him in
the first place, and he suppressed his every reaction, because he was fairly
certain Seto did not want to know that the dress made him eminently fuckable to
Bakura. He�d probably burn it if he did.

Seto�s eyes raised hesitantly toward Bakura, almost looking
for confirmation; he just nodded, making sure to keep his face neutral,
quelling the urge to grab him and give him a deep kiss. The brunet�s smile
faded and he lowered his eyes again, patting Mokuba�s back once before gently prying
him off.

�Are you going to wear it?� Ryou asked before he could
escape.

Seto shrugged, and looked solemnly at Bakura. �Do you want
me to?�

Bakura shrugged in return, his arms still crossed over his
chest. �It�s up to you� But I�d like you to.�

Seto nodded once and slid out of the room, back to his own.
After a moment of Mokuba�s excited chatter and Ryou�s small obliging smile as
he listened to him, Bakura pushed his way between them and followed him.

He knocked once on the door before he opened it and went in
without waiting for an invitation. Seto wasn�t getting changed, just standing
leaning against the wall with his head leaning back against it, eyes closed,
arms crossed and holding his own elbows protectively. He looked like he was
about to cry.

�What�s wrong?� Bakura asked in concern, brows furrowed.
Seto just shrugged, not opening his eyes. Hormones, then. Those weird crying
jags�

There was silence for a while, while Bakura looked around
and Seto just stood there. �So� where�s your ring?� Bakura asked. His fianc�
pointed toward his pants folded neatly beside his bed without looking, and
Bakura reached into the pocket and fished it out. He was a bit surprised that
he would keep such a huge rock in his pocket� then again, who was going to rob
Kaiba Seto? And he sure wasn�t going to lose it�

He approached Seto and took his hand, as the brunet let
him, slipping the ring onto his finger. It looked good there. �You really
should wear it,� he told him.

�All right,� he agreed quietly. He didn�t even look at it;
neither of them seemed to realize that Bakura was still holding his hand and
standing close beside him.

�In Mexico�
you should wear the necklace and earrings too.�

�I don�t have my ears pierced.�

Bakura shrugged. �I can fix that. It doesn�t hurt too
much.� Seto just shrugged again, and Bakura frowned and pulled him toward his
bed, sitting him down and taking a seat just in front of him, holding his hands
without really realizing it.

�Are you sure nothing�s wrong?�

Seto opened his eyes and looked at him, then let his eyes
slide away and shrugged again. Bakura lightly touched his face and he looked
back at him. It was a relief not to see him afraid and angry. He did look
beautiful � not just hot, but actually beautiful. Why didn�t he look like this
when he was himself?

Before he really realized anything, Bakura was leaning
forward and lightly pressing Seto backward, capturing surprised lips in a soft
kiss. Seto didn�t fight him, leaning back apparently of his own free will,
until he was lying on the bed and Bakura was above him. He even kissed him
back, and Bakura was completely lost in it, until he felt Seto�s thin fingers
at his shirt, holding onto him.

It was at that point that he quickly broke it and sat up,
pushing himself up with his hands on either side of Seto�s shoulders, looking
down at him in surprise. He couldn�t read Seto�s expression, nor his eyes, but
they were wide, and probably not in pleasure.

�Sorry,� he finally said gruffly, and stood before he could
get a reply, letting himself out.

A/N: I know, this is about the most unlikely thing ever. Seto
would not wear a wedding dress. Ever. For any reason. Especially in these
circumstances. Then again, he would never marry Bakura, and he would never act
like this. However, he is under the influence of some pretty personality-affecting
hormones� plus, I want him to. And since I�m writing it� I guess it�s my
choice, isn�t it? ^_^ Yeah� feel free to tell me how OOC Seto is � it�s very. I
know that already. And Kura was a bit OOC
these last two chapters too *sighs* Oh well. In all actuality, the entire time I�ve
been writing, I�ve been thinking of this wedding� I have a pic that I found
online that I�ve been basing it off of � it was my desktop for like two months�
I love it. I�ll have to find a link. It�s an awesome pic� ^___^

Alta Lemur: I�ve no idea if you�re even still reading this fic, but
if you are� girly enough for ya? :P (actually, I�ve decided that he�s mostly
Guy-y, and Kura lets him/makes him girly� ^_^)
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