Sins of the Flesh | By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Note:
Just in case you don’t read enough fanfiction to know this, “Nii-sama”, what Mokuba usually calls Seto, is more or less
“respected older brother”, while “nee-chan” is closer
to “dear older sister”.
Hey, I’m
trying something new – Answering my reviewers! If you don’t want to read this,
skip down to the story, kay?
Anon: I’m glad you don’t hate it. I’m planning on making it long… (hope I don’t
get distracted too bad and stop updating!)
Dvorak: Why do you think I need a beta? *pout* I’ve never
used one before, and no one’s ever complained… I mean,
I know there can sometimes be some typos, but… *cry* Was
there anything glaring that made you say that? I’ll fix it,
I swear I will!
As a matter of fact, actually, he did take him from behind, but after I
read your review and the next one I added to my A/N in the beginning to specify
that Kaiba is, in fact, a guy… All shall be explained
in chapter three! Sorry if the descriptions were confusing… I’ll take a look at
them, ut Isuppose
that’s never really been my strong point. ^^
Yaoigirl: Yay for someone paying
attention to the warnings and making inferences! Yes, Seto is a guy that can
have children… this is indeed an MPREG fic. ^^ And you know – I write to shock
and disturb people if at all possible, and I’m glad
you were shocked.
And about
‘Old Habits Die Hard’… Well, I’m working on the next chapter, but I’m afraid
that after that… I think I might stop it. I mean, I have no idea where it’s
going. I have absolutely no clue whatsoever. The problem with MPREG fics is
that… you know, to get the full effect, they have to span nine months, and I’m
just not that adept at making time go by. This one I
think I can manage it, because this is just a really weird fic… But the Harry Potter one… I think I may have to discontinue
it. *sob*
By the way, you have no idea how much it made me happy
when you told me you’d read every single one of my fics… *blush*
Kuroi: Glad it
doesn’t squick you – hope you keep reading it!
Everything shall be explained in chapter three, which
is already written, and shall be posted in a couple days, I think, after I get
some reviews to reply to. ^^
WhipOfLightHeartOfSword:
Love your name, by the way. Don’t worry, continued it shall be! That was never really a question… I
just wanted to know if people hated it. ^^
Kyu Master: Thanks!
Glad you like.
Alta Lemur: I hope I don’t disappoint you… And
I really hope this doesn’t turn into just another poorly written MPREG fic. I’ll
try and make it as good and believable as possible… Tell
me if it starts to bug you!
TT: Come on,
you should know, Me + Seto = Angst. ^^ Something bad
is almost assured to happen… but then, it’ll end up okay. I promise!
DreamPrincess: Thanks!
War-chan: Don’t
worry! Not a one-shot! Don’t explode on me! Okay, Seto
really is a guy, but at the same time his mother was
right when she dies…and that’s all I’m saying – everything shall be explained
in the next chapter! I know you’re not the only one confused, but that’s okay –
it’s supposed to be confusing! Leaves people wanting more, ya
know? ^^
About ‘Old Habits Die Hard’ (( you
know, you’re the second one to review this story and ask about it… ^^ ))… I’m
afraid I might have to discontinue it if I don’t get some inspiration, or at
least put it on hiatus…I have no idea whatsoever where it’s going after Dumblydore explains what’s wrong with poor Severus. None at
all. So… I don’t want it to be pointless… I think it’ll go on pause until I can
think of something. Sorry!
And you know, if you like uke!Seto stories… there’s a Yahoo group I’m fond of promoting,
especially since I own it. ^^ If you have a Yahoo ID
you might wanna check it out – http://groups.yahoo.com/group/submissive_seto
. Just if you want to, of course!
Tears of
Twilight: great to hear from you –
though, if it’s not too terribly weird, I’m obviously not trying hard enough. Uniqueness
is my goal!
Angel: It’s okay, don’t be confused… Everything shall be
explained in chapter three. No one really knows why he’s referred to as
a girl in the beginning… so you’re no worse off than anyone else except myself
and a few friends I’ve shared my Creepy Story Plot with. ^^ Don’t worry, though
– he really is a guy.
Zehlyah: Thanks! I’m
glad you think I’m brave… most would just say I’m messed up. ^^ I tend to agree
with them. Well, here’s your more!
Sins of the Flesh
- 02 -
Seto closed his
eyes as he leaned over the toilet, on his knees before it, and threw up yet
again. For three days, every morning… he knew what was wrong. He knew what was
wrong even before the test told him. He had only felt like this once before,
and it had to be that same cause… But, still clinging
desperately to hope, he had gotten a test, and it had told him exactly what he
already knew…
“Nee-chan?” Mokuba asked from the doorway. “Are you all right?”
He nodded wearily.
“I’m fine, Mokuba… I’ll be okay in a little bit. Go get ready for school.”
Instead of
listening to him, Mokuba sat down beside him and hugged him. “Maybe you
shouldn’t go to school today.”
“I have to,” he
said with a shake of his head. “I’ll be fine.”
Mokuba squeezed
him one last time and stood up. “Okay… but I think if it goes on much longer
you should see a doctor.” Seto shuddered slightly as Mokuba left – he hated
doctors… And he didn’t need some quack to diagnose him
anyway. He knew what was wrong… and it was going to stay wrong for quite some
time.
He began to cry
silently, leaning on his arms.
Bakura smirked as
Kaiba walked into the classroom. Ever since his little revenge almost two weeks
ago, Kaiba had been a lot more bearable than normal… Ryou’s little friends said
he was acting ‘nice’, but what Bakura really thought they meant was that he was
acting beaten and scared – he had actually seen the brunet asshole flinch once
when he suddenly looked at him. Even that memory brought a fond smirk to his
face…
He’d been acting
especially subdued these last few days, Bakura reflected as he once again went
straight to his desk and rested his head on his arms without a word to anyone.
He looked like he was either sleeping or crying, though it was hard to tell
which. Either way, it was satisfying not to see him with an insufferable
superior expression on his face, or that horrible smirk… Actually, Bakura
thought he might not see either of those there for quite some time, and when he
did… well, it was fun the first time – the second could only be better, right?
“Why do you always
smirk when you look at Kaiba-kun?”
Bakura looked
around, at the pharaoh’s little hikari, and smirked again. “Because I enjoy
seeing him act like he knows his place for once, instead of thinking he’s so
damned high above everyone else,” he told him, and sat back in his chair,
tilting it on two legs, to look at his handiwork once more.
“It isn’t normal
for him,” Yami observed. “Something must have happened.”
Bakura smirked – they
had no idea. “I don’t really care – all I know is he’s acting like he should,
not trying to make us all feel low as dirt, which is a lot closer to his
position anyway. Guess he finally realized he might be worthy enough to
suck my cock…”
Ryou blushed
fiercely, and it was pretty cute, all things
considered. “Yami!” he whispered, beet red.
He grinned. “What,
you want him? I suppose I could allow that.”
“I… don’t think
that’s what he meant,” Yuugi said, also blushing slightly, but nowhere near as
scarlet as Ryou was.
“Our hikari are
pussies, Pharaoh,” he observed, grinning a little. “They don’t even want to
think about that hot piece of ass going down on them.”
Yami, predictably,
said nothing, making Bakura smirk again, even as the hikari blushed profusely.
Well, even they had to admit that Kaiba was a hot piece of ass – though
they had never had as good a chance to judge as he had. However, though the
pharaoh probably was well aware of that as well, he had eyes only for his
hikari… which was a shame, because Yuugi was utterly
oblivious. Poor Yami would like nothing more right now than to steal a certain
shrimp away to the bathroom and make him scream for the whole school to hear –
and a certain shrimp was still blindly happy of his ‘best friend’. Their
situation was about as comical as Kaiba’s, actually.
At least Ryou was
perfectly aware of his own intentions, and generally quite happily did as he
asked, or demanded, whatever his present mood might have been at the time. He
grinned to himself at the thought, then to prove it he
leaned over Ryou and pushed him down for a hard kiss, feeling his pliant lips
separate without even being asked. Such a good little hikari…
“Bakura-san,
please stop that, as we are in class and not a brothel,” the teacher said as
she walked into the room. He very nearly told her exactly what she could do
with her request and got himself another day of
detention, but managed to suppress the urge and moodily sat back in his chair,
his good mood highly diminished. He looked back at Kaiba to get it back, and
found him glaring at him – his happy thought vanished completely, and he was
about a hair’s breadth away from sending both of them to the Shadow Realm. He
wasn’t quite sure why he stopped himself… but the fact that Ryou would be considerably
less willing when they finally got home if he did might have had something to
do with it. The teacher he would put up with, because she generally ignored him
in class… and Kaiba… well, Kaiba might need another lesson, mightn’t he?
His happy thought
thusly regained, he zoned out and imagined teaching Kaiba who his master was
again, barely managing to suppress the urge to touch himself even though he was
in class. God, that picture was hot… Kaiba bound and bent over, waiting for him
whether he wanted to or not…
“Sensei, I need to
go to the bathroom,” he said, interrupting her, and got up almost before she
gave her frown and little nod. He had a little – well,
not so little – problem in his pants that needed taken care of… It could only
have been better if Kaiba had decided to waltz in to that he could have taken
care of it properly.
“You run off with
your little friends,” Bakura said to Ryou, absently pushing him toward the door
after Yuugi and the others. “I have something I need to take care of – it won’t
take too long.”
“Okay…” Ryou said
uncertainly, and after a brief pause hurried after his friends, glancing back
over his shoulder at his yami.
Bakura’s attention
was fixed on Kaiba, though, as he lounged in a corner at the end of the lockers
and watched him walk purposefully down the hall, intent, apparently, on
escaping this scholastic prison. He didn’t even notice the pale-haired spirit
waiting for him, and Bakura was able to quietly slip out of the school just
after his prey, never letting him quite escape his view but not letting himself be seen. Same alley? Sounded like a plan.
However, it was Kaiba who stopped, and spoke without turning around.
“Come out here.”
Bakura obliged,
smirking as he came into view. “What makes you think you’re in any position to
be making demands, my little bitch?”
Kaiba looked at
him expressionlessly for a long moment, then pulled something from his pocket,
flung it at him, and stalked away. “Congratulations, asshole.”
Bakura jerked back
as the thing hurtled toward him, thinking it was a weapon or something, but it
bounced harmlessly off his chest and clattered to the ground with a plastic
chime. He frowned and picked it up, a long white plastic cylinder with a couple
of windows and a blue line showing in each. A pregnancy test? What the hell?
He frowned and
stared after Kaiba, convinced the poor asshole had lost his mind.
“Yami?” Ryou
asked, understandably nervous as he sat beside his other at the table. “Is…
everything okay…?”
Bakura glanced at
him, then scowled back at the table without answering.
“You’ve been like
this ever since yesterday after school - is… is it anything I can help with…?”
Bakura scowled at
the table again, then glared at Ryou. “No.”
Ryou
– damn his intrusive, busybody, caring nature! – refused to take that as
his answer. “I know there’s some thing wrong with you… can you tell me what it
is, please? I only want to help. I’ll understand if you don’t want me to, but…
I should know. Maybe it’ll make it easier to deal with…”
The yami glared at
him again, but this time the nervous hikari refused to waver. Bakura growled, then pulled the same object Kaiba had flung at him and
hurled it onto the table. “That,” he said.
Ryou looked
shocked. “Yami… you… y-you got someone… pregnant…?” The hurt on his face was
easy to see – caring sensitive little boy wanted to be the only fuck in his
yami’s life. Reality check, sweetie.
“No!” Bakura said
vehemently. “That’s what’s wrong! There is no fucking way!”
“Yami…” Ryou said
quietly, but his voice losing its normal quiver that it usually had when he
spoke to his darker half. “Tell me what happened…”
“That day I had
detention almost two weeks ago – Kaiba was pissing me off, like he always did. So
I saw him after school, and cornered him in an alley, and showed him his
place.” He smirked at the memory. Damn, Kaiba had been good… he should really
take advantage of the situation again…
“You raped him…”
Ryou said, in near disbelief.
Bakura smirked. “I
did – he deserved it, Ryou. Get it through your head that Kaiba is not a good
guy.”
The yami suddenly
found himself on the floor, holding his jaw in
disbelief as pain shot through it and gaping up at his hikari. Ryou had hit him? Little mousy insecure fucking Ryou had dared to hit
him? Him?
“I can’t believe
you!” he burst out. “I thought you had changed – I thought you were actually a
good guy, under all that – I was wrong! You’re evil, yami!” Ryou seemed
to be somewhere in the no man’s land between bursting into tears and punching
him again. “I can’t believe you would do that! Kaiba-kun is not the bad person
– that’s you!” Bakura could do nothing but gape in awe. Suddenly, Ryou
not only had a backbone, but he was making up for the rest of his life of not
having one. “You’re horrible! I’m never going to touch you again as long as I
live!”
Bakura’s face hardened. Calling him names and insulting him was one
thing, but even he had a line – no one threatened to take away his sex and got
away with it.
He stood up and
glared. “For your information, baka, he deserved it. He’s the only one I’ve
ever done it to, and probably the only one I ever will. And
don’t go feeling sorry for him, because he’s fucking insane – he threw this
thing at me and said ‘congratulations’ and ran away, so he obviously lost his
mind at some point.”
“If he did, it’s your
fault!” Ryou yelled. Again, Bakura could only gape. For once in his life, Ryou
was standing up to him – and it was over Kaiba? “You’re going to go tell
him you’re sorry, and mean it!” He pointed toward the door. “If he wants to
take his revenge, I think you need to let him. And if you hurt him again, yami,
I’ll never forgive you – you can spend the rest of your life in the Ring again,
as far as I care, but you won’t be staying here.”
Bakura growled.
“What the fuck has gotten into you, mouse?” he demanded, standing firmly.
“Since when do you care what happens to that jackass? Since when do you care
what I do?”
“Since always!
Go!” He pointed toward the door again, just in case Bakura needed a little
extra direction. “Don’t come back until you’ve apologized to him – I’ll know.”
Bakura growled and
slammed the door as he left.
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