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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
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- 3--03-
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- 17--17-
- 18--18-
- 16
- 17
- 18
TO ALL REVIEWERS: If you got to http://setosgirl0.deviantart.com/art/Sins-of-the-Flesh-Wall-63563485 , you will find something I did... mostly for myself, but it shows how important all the reviews I get on this story are. I'm so sorry I didn't update for so long and lost most of my reviewers and fans... It saddens me so...
FURTHER A/N: "Hime" means "princess".

Sins of the Flesh

- 17 -

Seto and Bakura arrived at school in
the same car and in different worlds.

Bakura had tried to touch him once; he
had evaded without comment and that had been the end of it.
Conversation was civil and bland; Seto couldn't afford to be riled up
when they got out, and the best way to do that was to manipulate
Bakura into being easy to get along with. So long as he didn't say
anything more important than 'how was your sleep?', he could deal
with him.

As long as they were able to not act
like they hated each other, then the facade would continue on... One
day at a time. If they could do it today, maybe they could do it
tomorrow, and if they could do it tomorrow, maybe they could do it
the day after... Maybe it would last for a few more months... and a
few more... and maybe until the child was born... and maybe their
story would hold... and maybe no one would ever find out...

Thinking that far into the future
nearly gave him a panic attack. He'd been living in the shadow of one
for months, and would until it was born... Best not to get closer to
it than absolutely necessary. Mokuba was even taking care of more
than his share of the KaibaCorp dealings to spare him anxiety. It
wasn't fair, but it was necessary.

The limo rolled to a stop in front of
the low wall around the school, and Bakura opened his mouth to say
something. He opened the door and slid out without waiting to see
what it was.

There was a noise behind him, and then
he heard Bakura's step on the pavement. So far... He waited for
argument. None was forthcoming. So good.

It was even before they actually passed
the wall into the school grounds that there was a piercing shriek;
within two seconds they were being mauled by the other students.
Being used to it, he managed to weave through the yelling, clawing
girls, but poor Bakura was left in the dust. Seto almost pitied him
as the girls, deprived of their primary prey, turned their rage on
him and swarmed him under. Standing atop the steps, he crossed his
arms and watched them, amused more than anything else.

He realized it was serious when he
could no longer hear Bakura swearing.

He spent a second frowning, then in a
single motion flipped open his cell phone and pressed the speed dial
(a number very low on the list) for the school office.

“There's a fight in the front,” he snapped when the
secretary answered, before she could get out her whole greeting.
“Send someone to break it up.” And then he hung up.

In a minute, the doors came open and he
smoothly stood aside. A pair of teachers rushed down to scatter the
girls, giving a valiant effort though they met with little success.
Obviously they didn't understand the mechanics of fanaticism. A few
detentions were called out, and the girls began finally to disperse;
bodily pulling the more staunch attackers away, they finally made
their way to Bakura, and picked him up off the ground. Seto could see
from here that he looked dazed, and his uniform was ripped, and he
had blood on his face.

He was more amused than anything,
seeing his rapist-cum-husband (and if he thought that sentence
in English the Latin became grotesque) terrorized by the groupies he
had always detested. Who would have thought that being rich and
attractive would have its benefits?

One of the teachers helped Bakura to
the steps; the thief was too dazed to even properly swear at them for
daring. Seto watched, and when it seemed he could stand on his own,
turned and continued to the classroom.

There were people staring, of course,
but there were always people staring when he was around, and ignoring
them wasn't hard. It even amused him when he saw two girls walk into
each other for not paying attention. The classroom was empty when he
got there and he quickly sat down, hoping it would remain that way
for a little while, but not counting on it.

Sure enough, seconds after he got his
book out, the door opened again and people flooded into the room
talking and laughing, flowing into their seats around him. He heard
his name a few times, but it didn't bother him, and he certainly
didn't answer.

They were still talking when for no
reason he could understand he felt the urge to look up, and had done
so before thinking about it. He was just in time to see Bakura limp
into the room, head down and eyes on the floor. After a second, he
looked up as well, and their eyes met for a long moment. Then Bakura
collapsed in his seat and it was broken.

He turned his attention back to the
book.

“Hey, yami...” Yuugi was obviously not paying
attention. Not that he usually did, but that was beside the point. A
muscle in Bakura's cheek twitched as listened to them, wishing in
futility that everyone, chibi included, would shut up and go away.

“Hm?” He didn't have to look to know that the pharaoh
was likewise not paying attention, and was instead looking longingly
at his hikari. He looked anyway, and sure enough.

“Isn't it kind of weird that your priest was reborn as a
girl?” Yuugi looked up and back to his yami.

Bakura wondered if this was only now
crossing his mind.

Yami shook his head. “You would
think so, but I'm actually not surprised.”

Yuugi blinked. “Why?”

And there was that infuriating little
smirky thing that made Bakura want to punch his highness. “It
suits him. Seth was very masculine, but his personality, mentality,
sometimes straddled the line...”

Yuugi just looked blankly at him.

“He's... He was... surprisingly emotional, for one.
Completely capable, of course, but his emotions were always there. He
had mood swings... He could be a real bitch at times. Also, he was
never interested in sex, never got married.” Bakura watched him
watch his hikari. “And he was completely oblivious to anyone
finding him attractive,” he added dryly.

Yuugi laughed a little, proving the
pharaoh's point; that was the densest kid ever. “I guess I can
see...” Big round eyes turned toward Bakura. “Is that
what Kaiba-chan's like?”

“'Chan'?” he echoed flatly. “When did you get
permission to call him that?”

“Um...” Yuugi said, blushing. “I didn't mean to,
it just slipped out...”

“Don't do it again.” He turned disinterestedly back
around. Bastards. No one was allowed to mock his Seto... No one was
allowed to call him 'chan' except for him and, unfortunately, Mokuba.
Fucking little creepy bastard. Ignore everything about liking the
dark little brat, he'd rather gut him...

Yuugi leaned forward as the bell rang
to end class, and Bakura slid out of his seat. “Come on,”
Yuugi said. “I'm sorry. Tell me what it's like being married to
him?”

Bakura shrugged him off as they were
pulled out of the room by the flow of students. “Knock it off.
Leave him alone.”

“I'm not trying to hurt him,” Yuugi protested. “I
just want to talk.”

He snarled as he turned around to face
Yuugi, his yami just behind him. Ryou was standing in the background,
watching them quietly. “Haven't you freaks done enough?”
he demanded. “I told you he was going to be married to me by
the time we got back to school, and even with you all working against
it, he did, so doesn't that say something?”

“Yami-!” He looked up from Yuugi's wide-eyed face at
Ryou's alarmed voice, caught sight of him and where he was looking,
and looked over his shoulder. There was a brief vision of Seto's cold
angry face, before it was obscured by a fist, and then nothing.

Bakura's first thought forty-five
minutes later was that he was damned sick and tired of getting
punched in the face.

That occurred to him before he opened
his eyes, which he managed to do only by stages. On the first try,
the light blinded him and he groaned, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Yami?” Even Ryou's tentative question was too loud,
and he growled weakly. His hikari fell silent.

A few minutes passed and he was able to
open his eyes enough to see. His head still throbbed, though. “Where
am I?” he demanded.

“The school infirmary,” Ryou informed him dutifully.
“Kaiba knocked you out...”

He growled again. “Where is he?”

“I don't know... He left the school. There wasn't anyone to
stop him.”

“Fine.” He sat up, holding his head. Ryou moved to
help and he growled again; his hikari backed off immediately. After a
couple seconds, he was able to stand and walked easily enough across
the room, toward the door. The room even stopped spinning after a
while.

“Yami...” Ryou said quietly, though he obediently
hadn't moved. “Where are you going?”

“Going after him, what the hell do you think?”

“Is that a good idea?” Ryou sounded worried about him;
he gripped the doorjamb fiercely and scowled. Goddamn Seto! He
never should have let him get in that hit... Seto was supposed to be
the one they all worried about. They didn't think he was the
weak one, did they?

“Shut. Up.”

The slight hiss of breath and shift of
cloth as Ryou tensed, frightened, was a balm to his injured pride. He
relaxed slightly and without another word left the room and the
school, going after his errant husband.

It wasn't hard to find him; the
KaibaCorp building stood out pretty damn well against the skyline,
after all. He rode the elevator up, ignoring the stares, and then the
secretary again trying to keep him out, shutting the door firmly
behind him.

Seto was there, of course, leaning over
the desk with his head in his hands.

“So do you ever fucking work here, or do you just come here
to cry?”

Seto looked up, blue eyes burning (and
tearless), and Bakura ducked as a shining projectile flew toward his
head. It hit the door with a thud and bounced onto the carpet; it
turned out to have only been Seto's ring, not dented on one side. He
picked it up with a glare, clenching it in his fist as he approached
the desk.

Seto stood up to face him, looking
coldly down into his face.

“What the fuck, Seto?” he demanded,
unintimidated, slamming the ring back down onto the desk. “Did
I miss something?”

“Apparently I did,” Seto said angrily. “I was an
idiot; I admit it. I should have known this was just another
sophomoric contest between you and the 'pharaoh'. You won; now take
your damned ring and get out of my office. I'll have my lawyer annul
the sham first thing in the morning.”

“Hell no.” Bakura put a hand on his chest and
shoved him back into the seat. “Sit your ass down, drama
queen.” He pushed some papers aside and sat on the desk, his
feet on Seto's thighs to hold him down, and grabbed Seto's hands when
he tried to push him away. His husband glared balefully at him, but,
to Bakura's relief, didn't seem close to a panic attack.

“Are you going to fucking overreact every damned time you
hear me talking to someone, or see me do something, or fucking look
at me? Because this is getting enormously fucking old,
Seto-chan.”

“Don't call me that!” Seto snarled; he didn't even
bother to respond.

“We didn't have a bet, or a contest, or even a fucking dare.
He told me I was being stupid to try to get you to marry me, and I
called him a fucktard and said I was going to, and that was fucking
it. Does any of that sound like a fucking insult to
you?”

Seto glared unresponsively, refusing to
answer.

“Admit it! You overreacted big time!” He shook him a
little bit in the chair.

He stayed silent for a minute, but
another shake finally got him to open up. “Fine!” Seto
snapped. “You didn't insult me!”

“You didn't say that you were wrong,” Bakura pointed
out. “And you sure as fuck didn't apologize.”

Seto glared into his eyes; he glared
back. He'd apologized and apologized and begged forgiveness and given
him flowers and candy and jewelry, he was damned if he was going to
be the only one trying here... Even if Seto didn't want to be married
to him, they had an obligation to make it seem like they did –
and that meant Seto had to try, however reluctantly.

Seto looked away and muttered something
unintelligible.

“What was that?” He leaned closer, smirking a little
bit.

“I said 'sorry'!” Seto glared back into his eyes. “I
apologize for punching you. Now get the fuck off my desk!” He
shoved him backward, and Bakura fell almost comically backward, right
off the desk and onto the office floor, staring up at the bland
ceiling. Apparently Seto had missed something with the interior
decorations...

Then a paper fluttered down on his
face, and he sat up, snatching it off.

“Is this what you were looking at?” he asked, reading
the headline. 'Bad Boy Snags Himself Teen Billionaire'

Seto glanced down.
“Yes. That's todays edition... Apparently that magazine thinks
they had an exclusive on us. I haven't seen anything anywhere else
yet; it won't be long.”

He flipped through
the paper and leaned back against the desk, grinning as he read.
“They make it sound like I'm after your money.”

“If you saw this from their perspective, what would you
think?”

“That I was after your money.”

“Exactly.”

“If I was after your money and nothing else, though, I sure
as hell wouldn't marry you. Leaves a paper trail... and an
obligation. Messy to end. I'd probably just break in and steal the
shit.”

“Why the hell do you think I keep cash?” Seto asked
boredly. “All of my money is digital.”

He looked up. “All
of it?”

“Every yen. Mokuba's too. You'd have absolutely nothing to
steal.”

“..Damn.” He looked back at the paper. “They
aren't as smart as they think they are, then.”

“They don't think they're smart,” Seto informed him.
“They think that they're going to sell papers; they're right.
It doesn't matter what they say, by the time the next issue comes out
they and their readers will have forgotten what they said. They just
want to sell as much as possible, as per the capitalist agenda. It
works.”

“Right,” Bakura said, completely not caring. Although,
at least it got a couple sentences out of Seto, which was more than
he'd been granted in the past couple days, total...

That thought made
him scowl, and he set aside the paper, standing up. “We need to
talk.”

“So talk.” Seto was typing and didn't even look at
him.

“No, I said we need to talk. Not 'I need to talk and
you need to listen'. We need to have a conversation, preferably in
private. Let's go home.”

“I have work to do,” he said smoothly.

He put his hands
over the screen, and Seto glared. “Bull. You weren't even going
to come in today. This is just busywork so you don't have to look at
me.”

Seto glared now at
being caught.

“Come on. Put your ring on and let's get out of here.”

Seto's glared
switched to the ring on the desk.

“And stop glaring or it'll stay that way, more than it
already does, and that'd ruin your pretty face.”

At least that had
the effect he wanted; Seto stopped glaring and looked at him in
surprise.

“Yeah, I said your face is pretty. It matches the rest of
you. Now come on.” He grabbed Seto's hand, and the ring, and
put the two together, then pulled Seto out of his seat.

Apparently Ryou
was right: complimenting him worked wonders.

He pulled Seto out
before he could regain his composure. Obviously, Seto wouldn't want
to argue in public, so he silently joined him in the elevator, and
didn't even fight it as Bakura wrapped an arm around his waist. He
could get used to this, he reflected as he snuggled Seto close. If
Seto would let him... which wasn't going to happen, unfortunately...
He only sighed. It wasn't even worth getting angry over anymore...

Taking Seto's hand
instead of his waist, he pulled him from the building. “Let's
walk,” Bakura said, forestalling arguments about not having
called the car. “It's good for you.”

“Fine,” Seto agreed. “Where are we walking?”

“Home, eventually.” He did lead him in that direction,
but that wasn't the first goal.

Silence reigned
for a while. It was comfortable, holding Seto's hand and walking with
him... It wasn't too cold out... Sun was shining... If not for the
traffic they could probably even have heard birds.

And aside from the
mushy crap, there were people staring at them as they passed, and he
could be sure this time that it wasn't because they'd seen him on a
'wanted' poster somewhere, but because of the gorgeous guy he was
holding onto. His gorgeous guy. Or at least the gorgeous guy who was
wearing his ring and who would someday be his even though he didn't
want to be right now.

Yeah. That guy.

“What did you want to talk about?” Seto finally asked,
apparently not caring for the silence.

“The fact that I hate my room.”

“I don't think that needed this melodrama. I'll have Isono
and Mokuba get you another one.”

He shook his head.
“It'll have the same problem. It'll be seven miles away from
yours, cut off from everything, designed so that I never have to
leave it except for school and going out, and I never have to see you
at all. It's fucking depressing. I don't want to be shoved away in a
closet and ignored. That's not the way this is going to work; it'll
piss me the hell off, and not a whole lot else.” He had screwed
that up n the delivery, he knew that... It wasn't supposed to sound
like a threat. He just wanted Seto to actually accept him in the
house, though...

When he looked at
his face, Seto was frowning, but silent.

He let the silence
continue. Seto didn't need to be pushed right this very minute; he
had him fairly relaxed, fairly okay for the moment, and he didn't
want to turn him off again. Silence was the best bet, he guessed...
But he was only guessing.

They walked that
way, Bakura leading the way, not to the mansion, but veering off
toward the park again. Seto didn't say anything, if he even noticed.

He tugged Seto
into the secluded little place in the trees. The ground was bare,
neither snow nor grass, just dead dirt at this point. But ready for
something.

He sat on the rock
and pulled Seto down into his arms. Seto didn't fight it, looking at
the muddy little stream sliding past them, silent and thoughtful.
Bakura didn't know what he was thinking about; the stream? Him? The
bedroom problem? Nothing at all?

After a few
minutes, he settled Seto against him and rested his chin on his
shoulder. Seto still didn't fight it. He didn't know what it was
about this place that made Seto relax, but he needed to find a way to
bottle it... just dump it on him whenever he started getting moody...

“Seto-chan?”

Seto stirred
slightly. “Don't call me '-chan'...”

He smiled a little
and brushed his fingers through his hair. “Are you okay now?”

“When wasn't
I okay?”

“How about
since we got back. What happened? You're okay for one day, and as
soon as you wake up again, you turn cold and bitchy and scared.”

Seto tensed
slightly. “I'm neither bitchy nor scared,” he informed
him coolly.

“Drop it...
Every time you wake up you're afraid of me again. Why?”

Seto said nothing.
Not that he had expected it to be easy.

“Seto...”

“It doesn't
matter,” Seto cut him off. “Where do you want your room
moved to?”

He could tell a
lost fight when he saw it. “Closer to yours... I don't want to
be cut off from you. I want to actually see you once in a while.”

Seto frowned. “I
don't...”

“Want to
remember that I'm living in your house?” He sighed. “I'd
rather stay in your room, sleep in your bed, and actually be a
married couple, but I'm not gonna push my luck. You'd freak out...”

“Why do you
want that?” There was an edge to Seto's voice. Defensive. He
either thought he was being mocked, or was getting afraid of him
again...

“Because I
do, okay? No reason. I don't want to hurt you, just to make that
clear.”

Seto just
continued to frown silently. Bakura didn't move, hardly breathed. Any
movement could set him off...

“It's
against my better judgment...” Seto began finally, “but
you can have a room down the hall. Satisfied?”

“Yes.”
He kept from grinning, and squashed the sudden urge to kiss Seto for
it, and just squeezed him a little tighter. His hand drifted down a
little and he felt the slight curve of Seto's stomach, but he pulled
away afterward, before Seto could notice.

“Let's go
home,” he said. “We might beat Mokuba there. That kid is
scary, you know?”

“Yes, he
is,” Seto agreed, standing up. Bakura took his hand and helped
himself up. “You haven't seen him really get going.”

“He
threatened to feed my my guts until I choke.” He put his arm
around Seto's waist and led him out, back to the road.

“Mm. Well,
he doesn't like you.” Seto didn't pull away. “You
probably shouldn't have kidnapped him...” He glanced away.

“What, he's
not used to it by now?”

“Stop it,”
Seto said quietly. “Don't talk like that...”

He looked at him.
“What?”

“He's my
brother. He's all I have; the thought of losing him...”

Bakura rubbed his
arms and turned his attention back to their path. “All right. I
swear not to kidnap him again. If I disappear, though, and you don't
find a trace of me, you'd better start asking Mokuba what he did with
my rotten corpse.”

“I usually
find it easier not to ask,” Seto said, and sighed wearily.
“He's a kid and he's no more innocent than I am...”

“Stop
thinking about it.” Bakura rubbed his back. “Most things
you can't change. Cheer up... You get to see him freak out when I'm
living down the hall.”

“This is
going to be loud...” Seto smiled just slightly. “We've
had this talk before, though; he's not allowed to threaten to kill
you again. Tell me if he does.”

“Sure. What
are you going to do, ground him?”

“I assume
you know how pointless that would be. It usually works if I tell him
how disappointed I am.”

Bakura snorted a
little bit, but fell quiet at Seto's look.

Sure enough, they
beat Mokuba home. Seto had the servants move Bakura's things to
another room several down from Seto and Mokuba's – the same one
where he'd prepared the wedding dress for him.

“Thanks,
Seto-hime,” he said as they watched the clothes being moved.

Seto raised his
eyebrows and looked at him. “'Hime'?”

He grinned.
“Better than 'chan', isn't it?”

“Hardly.”

But Bakura noticed
that he wasn't glaring. Wrapping his arms around him, he sighed, and
Seto unconsciously leaned back against him.

'Mokuba isn't
all you have,' he thought as he brushed Seto's stomach again.

“What was
that, today in the hall?”

Yuugi looked up,
eyes shining as per usual. “Anzu-chan!” he said brightly.
“Welcome back! I haven't seen you all day. What do you mean?”

The brunette sat
at the table in the library with Yuugi and the others. “I saw
Kaiba punch Bakura out...” She glanced toward Ryou, who was
studiously ignoring everything but his homework. “What was
going on? Did I miss something?”

Jou and Honda
snickered madly together; Ryou glared burning death at them.

Yuugi shifted.
“Anou...”

~Aibou, Kaiba doens't want her to
know.~

~I know... I
don't like keeping secrets from her...~ His crush was painfully
obvious, even to himself.

“What is
it?” She opened her book, but didn't even pretend to be
interested in it.

Yuugi bit his lip
as he looked at her.

He was startled by
the loud slam of a book as Ryou got up and, glaring at them all,
walked away from the table. Brought back to his senses, he shook his
head. “I have to go,” he said, gathering up his things,
and tugging on his yami's sleeve until they could run off together,
Yami with a rather bemused look on his face.

Anzu blinked at
their retreating backs. “...Okay...” she said blankly.

Jou
and Honda moved so that they were both facing her. “Okay,”
Jou said. “It's like this...”
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