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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
- 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-
- 13
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Sins of the Flesh

- 14 -

Bakura stood in the doorway and looked at the beach that lay
spread out before him, the condo at his back. He wasn’t sure
how Seto had found this place, a pristine white sandy beach with a
single house, for lease, right in the middle of it… Maybe it
was a place for people like Seto to run away to. Rent your own beach
for a couple million a week…

The water was clear and bright, about a hundred yards away, and it
was about ninety degrees, with the sun high in the bright blue sky.
It was only about ten in the morning here in Mexico; they’d
left Japan at about ten in the morning. Bakura wasn’t very good
with times, all that math and crap, and he barely understood why the
times were different, so he just contented himself with the knowledge
that he got an extra few hours of sunlight and daytime today.

There was a noise behind him, silent to most people, but he heard
it and glanced back. It was Seto, moving Bakura’s suitcase.
Evidently, he’d gotten tired of telling him to get it out of
the way.

“I was going to do it,” he said. It was a weak
protest, at best; he really hadn’t planned on doing crap with
it. Seto seemed to realize this, though, and didn’t even
acknowledge that he’d said anything as he disappeared into the
one bedroom with it.

Seto had not liked that there was only one bedroom. In fact, he’d
said barely ten words since discovering this fact, all hard and
defensive now for apparently no reason. What, did he think Bakura was
going to risk – no, not even risk – ruin
everything he’d accomplished so far by deciding to rape him
again? Or that the temptation would be too great if he saw Seto
sleeping? He’d seen it before and managed to control his urges.

Or, on a more optimistic note, maybe he was just nervous? It was
his wedding night, after all… true, Seto was hardly a virgin,
but he was still allowed to be nervous.

He glanced once more out the door, then let it fall shut and
followed his spouse into their bedroom for the week. Spouse…
that sounded dumb. He didn’t want to think of Seto as his
husband, though; it just somehow seemed wrong. And wife… well,
Seto would probably hurt him for that.

“Seto?” he said, standing in the doorway. Seto had his
suitcase on the bed and was going through it.

“What?” he asked in a forced-normal voice without
looking up.

“You rented the beach,” Bakura said, watching Seto’s
pale hands dig through the clothes. He seemed nervous, like they
would shake if he stopped moving them. “Let’s go make use
of it.”

Seto glanced up with a slight frown. “What?”

He sighed. “You. Me. Beach. Walk.”

“Oh.” A far cry from the snappish response he was
expecting… Seto seemed distracted and preoccupied. And,
currently, he was apparently frozen in place, looking vaguely down
toward his suitcase.

Bakura waited impatiently for a response; about a minute later, he
still hadn’t gotten one. “Well?” he asked.

Seto seemed startled and looked up again. “Oh… I
guess…”

He sighed. “What’s up with you?” he asked,
moving back and holding the door open. Seto looked at him blankly,
then silently left the room. Bakura found him waiting, holding the
door open, and paused. Since when did Seto hold doors for anyone…?

Without mentioning it, though, he went through, hearing Seto let
the door fall closed behind them. The sand shifted in a completely
familiar way under his feet as he walked slowly toward the water,
letting Seto catch up, which the brunet seemed singularly reluctant
to do.

“What’s wrong?” Bakura tried again, once he had
forced Seto into walking beside him. The brunet’s eyes were
still downcast, missing the breathtaking beach, but he didn’t
try to draw it to his attention.

Seto just shrugged slightly, not the sort of shrug that said ‘I
don’t know’ but the sort that said ‘I don’t
wanna say’. He sighed slightly and decided to accept it.
Pressuring Seto would only cause another fight, and frankly, he was
argued out for the day. If maybe he and Seto could go one day without
fighting, then maybe they could go two days… and if they could
go two days, maybe they could go a week…

“Are you hot in that?” he finally asked. Seto was in
his white suit, still, covered from wrists to chin in rather heavy
material. He was a vision, but he couldn’t have been very
comfortable.

“I’m used to it,” Seto said, without looking up
at him. “I wear this kind of thing a lot.”

“Okay.” Their conversation lulled then. Seto didn’t
volunteer anything else, and Bakura just walked across the
picturesque beach with him, letting the silence continue. It had to
be better than arguing, anyway. Hell, maybe Seto would even respect
him for allowing him to be quiet and thoughtful and not pressuring
him into saying what was wrong. On the other hand, maybe not, but it
wasn’t going to hurt anything to try it.

He watched the sunlight play over the clear blue water and idly
considered Seto at his side, as they walked slowly along, paying
little to no attention. He wondered what Seto was thinking about that
had him so preoccupied, and worried. This was supposed to be
relaxing, wasn’t it? A nice trip to the beach, nobody else
around to bother them… If anything, Seto seemed even more
genuinely worried now than he ever had back in Japan.

He finally stopped walking when he realized that Seto had stopped.
He looked back at him, half worried and half irritated.

“I need to take a break,” Seto told him and sank into
the sand, resting his forehead on his knees, his arms wrapped around
his legs. Bakura sank down beside him, watching him with concern.

“Are you okay?”

Seto nodded. “Just tired… I get tired more easily
now…”

“All right.” Bakura leaned back on his arms and
watched the ocean. Now that he wasn’t moving anymore, and had
nothing better to think about, the humidity and heat were getting
oppressive, stifling even. Without really thinking about it, he
peeled his shirt off and let it sit on the sand, freeing his upper
body at least.

“That’s a hell of a lot of water,” he commented
a good ten minutes later. He realized he hadn’t been doing
anything but staring at it; it didn’t seem completely real
somehow.

Seto raised his head and glanced up. “You’ve seen the
ocean before.”

“Just from the city. It looks a hell of a lot bigger when
you can see so much of it, no buildings or anything in the way…”
It reminded him of the desert, back in Egypt… Just water, as
far as the eye could see… The difference was that he was
familiar with deserts. He could deal with and even survive in a
desert. An ocean? No way. It was just… big. Gigantic. And
imposing as fuck, when he stopped to think about it. A million miles
of water between him and the city he now regarded as home.

Seto was quiet for a little while. “I guess I’m used
to it,” he said finally. “Things like that don’t
really impress people anymore; we grew up with them, with pictures
and knowledge of them.” He looked sideways at Bakura, who felt
his eyes and tried not to look at him. “Can you swim?”

“Barely. It’s never been much of an issue for me,”
Bakura said dryly. “Why?”

“It would be a good way to cool off, since you’re so
hot.”

Bakura just shrugged. He wasn’t a big fan of water, but he
admitted it might be nice. “Are you going to join me?”

“I’d ruin my suit.”

“Baby.”

Bakura could almost have sworn he felt Seto frown at that
word. He didn’t say anything, but he was sure he saw Seto’s
hand shift slightly and come to rest on his stomach. He might think
about being more careful with his words in the future… but
he’d rather Seto not be distressed at the very thought of their
child.

Their child… it was strange to think of it. Frankly,
he’d never counted on ever being a father, especially in
such strange circumstances. What with his insane quest for revenge
and his subsequent death, reawakening, and continuation of that
quest, he really hadn’t had time for any sort of relationship
that might have given him a child.

He considered – very briefly – trying to bring the
subject of the child up. The point of this exercise was to learn to
live with Seto without fighting, and without making Seto get
defensive and angry, and without making him uncomfortable. It was
going to take undying vigilance to make it, but he was going to see
how much he could do it.

Instead, he looked at him without moving, just watching him. Seto
didn’t notice; he was staring blankly out over the water, hand
over his stomach, a thoughtfully blank but somehow sad expression on
his face.

“Let’s go back,” he finally suggested. Seto
blinked and looked quickly at him, the expression disappearing. “I’ll
make lunch.”

“I’m not hungry,” Seto said absently, as Bakura
pushed himself up and offered him a hand up, which he accepted
without thinking about it.

“Then humor me,” he said, leading him back down the
beach. Seto didn’t say anything. “You look like you need
to eat more, anyway.”

“No, I don’t; I’m getting fat already.”

Bakura couldn’t hold back a derisive snort.

Seto stopped and pulled his hand back; Bakura hadn’t even
realized he was still holding it. Dang. Pulling on the seams of his
shirt, Seto flattened it against his stomach to show a small, almost
unnoticeable bulge that Bakura was certain hadn’t been there
before.

It was the first time it really seemed to actually hit him that
Seto was pregnant.

“You know that isn’t fat, Seto,” he said
quietly.

Seto sighed and let his hands fall away. “I’m
perfectly aware of that,” he said. “But if I don’t
control my eating, it’ll become obvious a lot sooner than it
has to…”

“And if you don’t eat properly, you’ll hurt
yourself and…” He stopped himself before he said
anything overt about the baby, but it was obvious what he meant.

Seto just sighed. “Kind of an impasse then…”

“Just eat. Don’t worry about it. You need it, and I
don’t think the first thought on everyone’s mind even if
they see that you have a stomach for the first time in your life will
be ‘holy Ra, you’re pregnant’.”

“Probably not…” Seto agreed wearily, and
started walking again. Bakura remembered himself and took a quick
step to catch up, walking through the shifting sand alongside him,
silently… He really had nothing else to say. While Seto wasn’t
precisely enthusiastic about being here, at least he wasn’t
argumentative or even particularly unpleasant.

He took Seto’s hand again, watching the brunet’s face;
Seto didn’t even seem to notice, to his relief, and certainly
didn’t yank his hand away. As soon as he realized he'd pull it
back, he was sure, but the longer he could go before Seto realized,
the better sign that was.

But he was still holding Seto's hand when they got back to the
house, and he held the door open for him without letting go. Seto
spoiled it by sliding his hand free as he stepped inside, but he
didn't argue.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked, wandering into
the kitchen while Seto went to the bedroom, presumably to change
clothes.

“I said I wasn't hungry,” came floating back.

“Sandwiches it is,” Bakura said to himself, opening
the fridge. He was going to make sure Seto, and their baby, got
enough to eat, now that he was in a position to do so...

Seto was quiet, but come on, he was a thief; he heard him as he
entered the kitchen and whipped together the last sandwich, turning
to present it flawlessly to Seto. “Here,” he said. “Eat.”

The brunet took it with a frown; he apparently had gone to change
clothes, because now he was dressed in a loose button-down shirt
several sizes too large (it looked nice on him) and light pants that
must have been more comfortable, all still white. “Does the
fact that I said I don't want to eat factor into your decision-making
process at all?”

“Very little,” he said. “ Now eat up, before you
get sick.”

“I should have known, Seto said bitterly and tossed the
sandwich down and stalked of through the kitchen door.

Oh what the hell... What the fucking hell... Seto did not just
equate him feeding him with him raping him, did he?!

Bakura leaned his head against the refrigerator and counted
backward from a hundred; he was almost at sixty before he thought he
could talk to Seto without wanting to punch him. Punching Seto would
be bad under these circumstances... Actually, punching Seto would be
bad under most any circumstances, now...

Damn it he wanted to punch something.

“Seto!” he called, going after him when he thought he
could avoid the assault. “Tell me you did not fucking mean that
like I thought you did!” Come on, this house wasn't that big,
where was he....

There was no answer, and he scowled as he slammed open the bedroom
door. Seto was lying on the bed, hands folded on his stomach as he
glared at the ceiling. “Get out.”

“Seto, you better not have meant that like it sounded like
you did, because you are not that fucking stupid.”

“I told you to get out!” Something came flying at him:
Bakura ducked it and discovered it had been a pillow, when he dared
to look. “Just leave me the hell alone!”

With a sigh, Bakura left him alone, deciding today had been mostly
a loss. What a great wedding day.

Seto hadn't come out by midnight, and Bakura decided that he was
going to go to bed, Seto being a bitch or not. Rather, he had been
working up the nerve to make that decision, and holding off in the
hopes of Seto actually deciding not to be a bitch.

His hope of that ever happening was waning.

With a sigh, he glared at the television – there was no
reception out here, damn it – and stood up. The hallway
stretched out before him as he made his way to the bedroom, almost
seeming to get longer as he walked, until he mentally slapped himself
and told his unconscious not to be an asshole.

At least the door wasn't locked; unlocking it would have been a
minute out of his life, wasted.

Seto was still lying on the bed as though he hadn't moved; he
hadn't changed clothes yet, and was still staring blankly at the
ceiling. When Bakura opened the door, he glanced at him blankly, then
back to the ceiling, as though he didn't matter. Which was pretty
damned annoying, really...

“I wondered how long it was going to take you,” Seto
said, staring at the ceiling as though there were nothing more
interesting in the room.

Bakura crossed his arms. “You mean I could have come in here
before?” he demanded. “You really are a bitch, aren't
you?” Damn him...

“...I was hoping you wouldn't.”

He so did not feel like having an argument right now. “Whatever,”
Bakura turned around and pulled his shirt off, dropping it on the
floor. He heard Seto shift on the bed but didn't look. “If you
don't mind now, princess, I'm going to bed.”

Seto was curled up on his side of the bed, way over by the edge;
Bakura frowned as he lay down, looking at him, holding his head up on
one arm.

“What's your problem?”

No answer. That wasn't going to fly. He wasn't going to just let
Seto sit here pouting and not figure out why. If nothing else, it was
damned annoying.

“You know, if it makes you feel better, you can pretend I'm
drunk; you don't seem to have a problem sleeping in the same bed with
me when I am, for some reason.” Seto neither moved nor
answered, and he scowled again. “Hey, you're being a bitch
again. Knock it off.”

“Just leave me alone...” Seto said quietly. Not a
command, though... more of a plea.

He frowned. “What's the matter with you? I hope you don't
fucking think I'm going to go off and hurt you or something... That's
getting fucking old, I hope you know. The cute little scaredy act
only goes so far. I'm not going to do anything.”

“Of course not... it's legal now.”

...What the fuck?

After a moment, when he still couldn't figure it out, he grabbed
Seto's shoulder and, ignoring the flinch, pulled him onto his back.
Seto looked up at him wide-eyed but boneless, apparently trembling a
little, if that was what that was, but... resigned? What the hell?

“Seto...”

“Just do it,” the brunet said blankly, and looked
away, his gaze sliding from his face and back toward the window.
Aside from the occasional twitch or tremble, though, he was utterly,
limply motionless... it was disturbing. Like he was sitting there,
waiting to be hit, or...

He let him go and slid backward, until he nearly fell off the bed.
“I said I wasn't going to rape you again!” Blunt, but
succinct.

Seto didn't even look away from the window; Bakura didn't think
he'd blinked. “I know. We're married, it isn't...”

Bakura wanted to fucking hit him. This was what he'd been so
idiotic over all day? “I don't know what the fuck standard you
go by, but even I would say it was. Damn it, Seto, I'm not going to
fucking touch you!”

Seto didn't move, didn't answer. Bakura growled a little, which
also got no response.

“Okay, yes,” he finally admitted. “It's
our fucking wedding night and it'd be nice to get laid, but not if
you're not fucking willing! It's still fucking rape if you're not,
Seto-chan, or don't you remember me promising I wouldn't do that
again? Ra you fucking piss me off!”

Seto finally looked at him again, then
silently curled up on his side with his back to him. He was just
begging to get his ass kicked, wasn't he?!

Bakura stared hard at him another
second, then slid closer and lay down, curling his arm tightly around
Seto and pulling him closer. The brunet went immediately tense and he
could feel his heart racing like a mouse's though his thin back, but
you know what? He really didn't care anymore. Seto was going to
fucking have to learn that he could fucking touch him without hurting
him, because now that they were married he did occasionally intend to
touch him, especially since it would be pretty much a requirement in
public.

“Go to sleep,” he told Seto. Seto didn't move or
reply, but he didn't take the effort to care as he went to sleep
himself.

(( Does this seem like a fairly-bad Harry Potter fic, where Draco
and Harry get married for some reason and then they get their room in
the school and then even though it's completely out of character they
start slowly getting along? >> Not that I don't like those
stories, but I wanted this to be more realistic, damn it. >< ))
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