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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
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- 2--02-
- 3--03-
- 4--04-
- 5--05-
- 6--06-
- 7--07-
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- 13--13-
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- 16--16-
- 17--17-
- 18--18-
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NOTE: I know, I�m a bad person. At any rate, I know nothing abut
Japanese marriages, and I actually knew very little abut their school, and what
I learned so totally doesn�t work� It�s already been indirectly established (at
least in my mind) that Seto got pregnant in mid-January� he�d be showing by the
middle of June at the latest� so I need them to graduate at the end of May like
my school.
Also, since I do know nothing about the legality of Japanese
marriages� I just used the laws for my state. I know it isn�t right, but it�s
what I did. If I could get away with it, I�d just change the names and make it
an American story� but apparently I�m to be killed if I try that. ^^ So� it�s
set in Japan, and all the facts are wrong. Don�t you hate stories like that?

Sins of the
Flesh
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Bakura rubbed Seto�s back while he threw up. Seto would
have loved nothing more than to shove the pale-haired thief�s face in the
toilet out of sheer annoyance, but unfortunately, he was using that right now�

�Would you leave me alone?� he demanded gaspily, shrugging
him off. �God! Leave me the fuck alone! Do you think I want you hovering over
me while I�m throwing up�?�

Unfortunately, that was all he had time to say. Bakura
refused to go away and rubbed his back again. Thankfully, he also refused to
argue, so Seto couldn�t get angry with him for that, as much as he wanted to.

Bakura was still there when he finally thought he was done
for the morning. He was swallowing a small handful Excedrin this time, though,
to get rid of his headache.

�Are you making a habit of this now?� Seto demanded crossly
as he rinsed out his mouth. �Am I going to have to live with you permanently
either drunk or hung over? Because I�m sure as hell not letting you sleep in my
bed any more, not after two nights of this shit. Next time you stumble in here
drunk, I�m throwing you out on the lawn and turning on the sprinklers.�

�Not so loud, please,� Bakura said, and he almost made it
sound as though he wasn�t groaning.

�I�ll be as loud as I fucking want. You�re in my
bathroom, in my house, invading my space, when I am tying
to have a little fucking privacy��

�Would you shut the fuck up?� Bakura demanded out of
exasperation. �Gods! I would just like a little tiny bit of peace and quiet
before we�re supposed to be going to get married, and you�re in here screaming
and biting my head off and being a real hormonal bitch about nothing
what-so-fucking-ever!�

�And you�re fucking hung over! You could have at least had
the forethought not to go out and get shitfaced the night before you knew
you were supposed to get married! This is not how I pictured my wedding
day!�

�We�re not having a wedding, remember? We�re going to go
sign a piece of paper then hop a plane to Mexico! That�s because you called
it off!�

�Just get out! God, I hate you!�

�Good, I hate you too!�

The door slammed behind Bakura, though which of them had
slammed it was open to discussion. Bakura was now locked securely in the
bedroom while Seto was locked securely in the bathroom; it was almost exactly
how yesterday morning had gone, though they skipped over the awkwardness that
had happened when Seto awoke to find himself accidentally snuggling into Bakura
embrace. Mostly because Bakura had woken this morning to Seto running into the
bathroom, about half an hour prior.

Bakura smiled a little as he heard Seto begin to run his
shower. This was probably going to become routine, less the morning sickness
and hangover pills. Turned out that Seto was no more a morning person than he
was � and neither one of them seemed in the least inclined to avoid the other
because of that. There was nothing like a good shouting match to start the day
off right, after all�

He glanced over at Seto�s suitcase, neatly packed on the
floor by the closet. It had been sitting there since he�d come, admittedly,
stumbling in last night after another bout of binge drinking; Jou and the
others called it a bachelor party. Sure, it was fun, but Seto didn�t seem to
appreciate it� Too bad, huh? Oh well. If it let him sleep with Seto, it was
okay in his book; for some reason, it seemed Seto was willing to let down his
guard when Bakura was drunk. He wasn�t about to tell him that he was used
enough to it that he remembered everything perfectly� he�d just clam up again,
and what fun would that be?

He poked around in Seto�s dresser, pulling out some clean
clothes and tossing them on the bed. After a moment, he tilted his head
slightly and stopped, as he peered into the box that had been effectively
buried under his underwear, at the necklace and earrings. Gods, those were huge
rocks�

With a smirk to himself, he slipped them into Seto�s
suitcase to take along. They�d have gone in his own, but it wasn�t here; Ryou
should be bringing it when he came over to stay with Mokuba� He wasn�t sure why
he wanted them along, but he�d probably figure it out later.

The door opened, and Seto entered the room like a king come
into his kingdom. The effect was somewhat lessened by the towel that was all he
wore. Bakura silently handed him the clothes he had picked out, and Seto
silently took them without glancing at them. There wasn�t a whole lot of damage
he could do with Seto�s rather monotone wardrobe; at the moment, almost
everything he had was black or white, with a splash of blue here or there.

�Take a shower,� Seto said, sliding the underwear on under
the towel, not looking at him. �I�m not getting married to someone who smells
like you do.�

Bakura rolled his eyes. �I�m not that rank. I took a shower
yesterday.�

�Take one. You smell like booze and smoke and probably
strippers.�

�It�s not my fault she was on my lap,� Bakura protested. �I
didn�t ask for her to be there.�

�But you sure as hell enjoyed it.� Seto seemed a bit miffed
as he pulled on his shirt and began to button it.

�Of course I did,� Bakura said dismissively. He rummaged
through Seto�s drawers for clothes that he could wear and wouldn�t look too
stuffy in. Seto�s clothes didn�t really reflect his own tastes�

�Of course you did,� Seto said crossly, refusing to even
look at him. He seemed inordinately angry, for someone who didn�t even want to
be getting married.

Bakura came up behind him and wrapped one arm around his
waist. �I would have preferred to have you on my lap,� he said with a grin. He
could feel Seto�s pulse jump instantly about fifty beats faster than it had
been, and let him go.

�Just go take your shower,� Seto said, as though nothing
had happened.

�Yes, mother.� Bakura grabbed the clothes had scavenged and
disappeared into the bathroom.

Seto was sitting on his bed, writing or something in a
notebook when he returned, and sat on the edge of the bed near his feet. The
brunet seemed to be ignoring him, and he was fine with that for the moment. He
buttoned his shirt in peace � apparently, Kaiba Seto did not own a tee shirt � and
just watched him for a moment. He looked nice, but not too fancy; apparently,
he�d chosen to change the outfit Bakura had picked out for him, at least
slightly. Bakura had had him in all black; now, his shirt was white, if not
much different in style from the plain button-down affair it had been before.

�Seto,� he said after a few minutes of watching Seto draw,
as he soon realized he was doing. The brunet looked up at him expressionlessly,
without a word. �I want to tell you something.�

�What?� Seto demanded. Bakura could see the tenseness that
flowed so naturally into him, as he prepared to defend himself against anything
he said.

�Relax, Seto-chan.� Predictably, it didn�t work. Seto just
stared at him stonily. �I just wanted to say that I don�t plan to make a habit
of it, all right? Frankly, as much fun as getting drunk is, waking up with a
hangover isn�t. Plus, I wouldn�t want to make my pretty wife angry�� He grinned
as Seto lashed out with his foot, nimbly dodging off the bed. Unfortunately,
Seto didn�t seem to be playing. Guess his mood hadn�t swung yet.

�Just go figure out when your hikari is getting his ass
here,� Seto said crossly. �I want to get this over with.�

�What�s your rush?� Bakura asked. �We�re just going to be
sequestered together for a week afterward.�

�Just go already!�

Bakura rolled his eyes and left the room. Halfway down the
stairs, he changed his mind and went back.

�What now?� Seto demanded without looking up.

�Don�t get snippy. I was just wondering� would you be
horribly averse to changing again? I had a thought��

�Must have hurt.�

�Ha ha.� Seto still wasn�t looking up, and Bakura decided
an argument really wasn�t worth it. He just went into the closet and returned
with an outfit neatly laid out on a hanger. �Just think about wearing that,
would you?� He left before Seto could voice an objection.

He was sprawled out on the couch, staring blankly at the
TV, when Ryou arrived. He mentally told him he was here, and Bakura told him to
come right in; the first sign he had of Ryou�s arrival inside was his suitcase
obscuring the television.

�Hi,� he said disinterestedly, pushing the suitcase out of
the way. �Seto�s upstairs. Dunno where the brat is.�

�All right,� Ryou said. �I brought Honda too, like he
asked.�

Bakura scowled and sat up to glare at the other boy, who
was leaning against the wall and looking a bit nervous, a bit in awe. He�d
never been in the Kaiba Mansion before, obviously. �What the hell for?�

�Because we need them as witnesses,� Seto said, before the
other brunet could reply. �They�re the only ones who know that are eighteen.�
Bakura glanced into the doorway to see his fianc�e standing there in the white
outfit he�d picked out the second time around, white pants and long-sleeved
shirt with the ornate gold trim, and looking as though nothing was wrong. He
strode into the room, cool and collected as ever. No one would know that an
hour ago they had been screaming at each other.

Seto placed a slip of paper on the table. �Sign it,
Bakura.�

He glanced at it; the marriage certificate. With another
glance at Seto�s impassive face, he took the pen and signed on the first line:
Bakura. Seto took the paper and glanced at it, then looked at him again.

�You have to have a given name. They won�t accept
�Bakura�.�

He rolled his eyes and took it back. �What was my name
again, hikari?� he asked.

�Touzoku.� It meant �Thief�. Ryou had thought it up for him
when he entered the school, for the same reason.

�Right.� He signed it and pushed the paper away from him
again. This time, Seto didn�t react when he looked the paper over. There was
only a miniscule hesitation before he put his own name there, and then dropped
the pen.

�You two sign it, please,� he said to Ryou and Honda,
turning away. Ryou came forward without hesitation and signed as a witness;
Honda hesitated and looked at Seto, but evidently saw nothing there, and did
the same.

Seto grabbed the paper with a glance and rolled it up,
presumably so that he wouldn�t have to look at it. Honda looked about to say
something, but Seto didn�t give him a chance.

�Come on, Bakura. The car�s waiting.� With a slight shrug,
he obeyed, grabbing his suitcase and wheeling it out after Seto without a
backwards glance.

�A match made in heaven,� Honda commented casually once the
door was closed and Seto was no longer present to cut him off.

�Wait here,� Seto ordered. Bakura just rolled his eyes as
his new spouse slid out of the limo and toward the official-looking building.
Seto hadn�t allowed him to say a word yet, just sitting there in stony silence
and staring out the window. This was probably not the beginning of a great life
together.

He played with buttons while he waited. It was clear that
they couldn�t keep acting like this � Seto couldn�t keep acting like he hated
him, even if he did. No one would believe that they were married, and the whole
point for to make everyone think that they were madly in love. All he could say was, Seto had better be a
damned good actor.

The door opened, and he looked up. Seto sat in the car
again without so much as looking at him, and didn�t move a muscle until they
were driving again.

�It�s filed,� he said dully, when he finally did speak.
�It�s official.�

Bakura frowned. �You know, you don�t have to make it sound like
you just received a life sentence in a maximum security prison.�

�I�m sorry,� he said archly, all at once bristling and
defensive. �It must have been my true feelings showing through.�

It was a good thing the apparently soundproof partition was
raised between them and the driver.

Bakura sighed and barely resisted the urge to pound his
head into the darkly-tinted window. He had to be reasonable here� treat Seto
like a spoiled child, because that was exactly how he was acting.

Instead of inflicting violence upon himself, he slid closer
to Seto, who instantly tensed. �First off,� he said, putting one arm around his
small waist and ignoring that fact that he felt a lot like a board, �I�m not
going to hurt you, which you already know. Right?�

Reluctantly, Seto nodded. Good � progress. Progress they�d
already made at least a couple times before, but progress.

�Secondly, you can�t keep acting like this. We�re married,
Seto � that�s a fact � but if you keep acting like you hate me, no one�s going
to buy it. And the whole point is to make everyone buy it.�

�Yes,� Seto said. �But I�m not particularly good at
pretending.�

�Bullshit,� he said flatly. �You�ve been doing it for
years.�

Seto refused to say anything, which meant that he had
nothing to say to that, because he was right.

�Furthermore, Seto, I�m doing my best not to make this hard
� and you�re not even trying. How you�re acting, it�s almost like you don�t
want this to succeed. Not only are you not making this easy, you�re going out
of your way to make it hard. You don�t want this � our marriage �� interesting
to see Seto flinch at that, �to work.�

�Of course I don�t,� he said quietly, but harshly. �I have
no interest in being married to you, except to save my own public life. But I
am not trying to sabotage it. I just��

Bakura sighed and pulled Seto closer. After a moment of
resistance, he relaxed slightly and let his head hang a little. Bakura
understood, and he knew it. There honestly wasn�t any use hiding from him.
Bakura couldn�t even say precisely what he understood, but he knew exactly how
Seto felt, almost as though he could feel it himself. He was afraid. Reluctant.
Confused. Tired. He wanted to be independent, he wanted to give up, he wanted
to forget that any of this had ever happened. And he couldn�t do any of it.

He was making an effort now, though, at least since Bakura
had called him on it. He didn�t really want to be here, being held like this,
but he was allowing it. He was trying to seem like he wanted to be married.
Bakura appreciated it� because he really didn�t mind being married to Seto. He
wasn�t sure whether he should tell him so or not, though�

�One more thing,� he said finally, after Seto seemed to be
getting used to it.

�What now?� Seto asked wearily.

�I just wanted to say that it isn�t a sham marriage.� That
was the phrase, right? Ryou�d mentioned it at some point, about it not being
real and both partners pursuing individual lives � including other lovers.

Seto glanced at him quickly. �Yes, it is,� he said, a
little tenser than he just had been. He�d go right back to his moody, cold,
defensive self, if Bakura didn�t try to fix it fast�

�I know it is, technically � but I�m not going to act like
it is. I already told you I�m not marrying you just for the kid. I don�t plan
on running around and getting drunk and trying to pick up people anymore, or
running off to Ryou. I�m going to act like your husband, okay?�

Seto frowned slightly and pulled away from him a little. He
obviously didn�t want to hear that. Well, he better fucking accept it, because
Bakura had argued with himself for hours, and he wasn�t abut to sound like such
a pussy for nothing!

�Fine,� was all Seto said. It wasn�t exactly acceptance�
then again, he hadn�t shoved him from the moving vehicle, so that was a plus�

He chose not to say anything to possibly worsen the
situation for the rest of the drive. Seto, eventually, relaxed again, and
Bakura was able to hold him without the chance that he would suddenly come to
his senses and shove him away. It wasn�t that bad, really. He could get used to
this. Not that there was much danger of Seto letting him�
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