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StarCrossed	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Thief King Bakura/Priest Seth

~~~~~*~~~~~

Seth still had no magic, and he would probably be weak
and easily-exhausted for the rest of his life... but he was going to
live. And hell, it didn't matter... He was still fucking hot, and he
was still fucking great in bed.

Bakura kissed him as he pressed him down into the bed,
and Seth eagerly kissed him back, pulling him tight against him. Gods
he felt so right in this position...

“You did a great job distracting those guards
today...” he muttered between kisses, running his hands over
his sides, careful with his still-tender ribs. Seth wrapped his legs
around his waist and squeezed gently, rocking against him.

“I've always been a good distraction...” he
pointed out, then fell off into a groan, head falling backward as the
thick bluntness that was Bakura began its intrusion. He was being
gentle this time; the only concession to sadism was the lack of
preparation before his slow and steady entry.

Seth was having none of that. He put his hands on
Bakura's shoulders and pulled him in with his legs, forcing him the
rest of the way. Not that Bakura was complaining, as he groaned a bit
himself – Seth was damned hot like this – but he had been
trying to be considerate. He never got no appreciation...

He paused to give him time to adjust (and himself time
to recover a little from that and not lose control). Seth opened his
eyes and gave him what was a fairly good glare under the
circumstances. “Do it already!” he demanded, rocking on
his cock and purposely massaging it with his muscles. It was damned
hard not to obey him... but then again, Seth hadn't won this time
around. Sure, they hadn't been playing, but it was never too late to
start.

“Do you look like you're in control here?”
he said, leaning down to nibble on Seth's neck. The ex-priest groaned
again, this time in apparent frustration. Good; Bakura figured it
served him right. That was what he got for demanding.

He teasingly rocked inside of him, giving them both
just the barest stimulation; he figured, if it was to torture Seth,
he could handle it for a little while before he completely lost his
mind. Seth groaned and dug his fingernails into his shoulders, but he
refused to give in and do as he wanted (that being fuck him into next
week already)... because, after all, Seth needed to learn his place,
didn't he?

Seth groaned and apparently gave in. “Just go
already... Fuck...”

“Eventually,” he said with a smirk, and
leaned down to kiss him as he rocked a little more forcefully, but
not nearly enough to give him what he wanted. Seth groaned into the
kiss and shifted his legs down behind his, hands on his shoulders
gripping tightly...

...And in a flurry of movement, he found himself
looking blankly up at Seth as he pressed him onto his back on the
bed. His arms were resting lightly on Seth's biceps, and yes, his
dick was still buried inside him – if anything, more deeply –
but the way Seth was grinning at him might have instilled fear in
him, had he been the type to feel fear, or not known that Seth was
more or less harmless, at least to him.

Still, he was kind of frightening...

Seth pinned his wrists down to the bed with his
predatory grin, his feet hooked over his lower legs to pin them, and
rocked just a little; now the tables were turned and Bakura was the
one groaning. He couldn't help it – Seth looked pretty damned
beautiful right now, though he wouldn't tell him that, since Seth
seemed to have a problem with that particular adjective.

Another silent shifting and he groaned again. “Damn
it, Seth–!”

One long finger was placed heavily over his lips before
he realized one wrist had been freed. “Shush,” Seth said.
“You had your chance, and you blew it. This isn't your show
anymore.”

He groaned throatily as that was demonstrated
beautifully when Seth pinned his wrists again and slid torturously
slowly up his suddenly extremely aching cock, timing it perfectly to
pause just at that spot where he couldn't quite tell if any of the
head was still in or not. Seth looked down at him with a mischievous
smirk, then slammed himself back down on him, taking him so fucking
completely into him it was insane; somehow Seth managed to completely
keep his composure, but he couldn't, his hands clenched into fists
and he groaned again as he tried to buck up into him.

Seth brought a thin hand sharply down on his chest,
making the muscles jump and him gasp in surprise. “No,”
Seth said, as though he were talking to an animal. “Bad. Does
it look like you're in control here?”

No, he would have admitted if he really trusted himself
to speak, it didn't.

Not that he was really arguing.

Seth rubbed the part of his chest that he'd slapped,
then moved both hands to support himself on Bakura's chest, sliding
forward slowly, though given how he'd been moving earlier it was a
real tangible improvement. After a moment, he moved his own hands
from their spot against the bed and to his hips, not making an effort
to control anything this time. Just watching him, though he was dying
to just flip them over and fuck him. Seth was right, he'd more or
less lost (or at least been outsmarted), and this was Seth's show
now...

He wondered anachronistically as he groaned again
whether this was reminding Seth at all of the night they'd been
caught, as it was him...

Seth kissed him again and drove the thoughts away, and
he didn't argue with that either. He rubbed his hands up Seth's sides
as he slowly pressed back against him, carefully controlling his body
so that he wouldn't try and force it any faster. It wasn't that hard
– he liked what Seth was doing. Even if he was somewhat
irresistible, and that did
make him ache to force it...

Seth gradually sped up, and Bakura's head fell back,
gasping as he forced himself to stay still. “Seth...” he
groaned, gripping his hips desperately. He lost it after a moment
longer and thrust his hips up, vaguely prepared to be punished again
for it but not caring. Seth didn't, though, and went with him
instead, and that was just too much for him to keep any reasonable
approximation of sanity.

He did his best to thrust upward into Seth's nice tight
little body, but Seth was still firmly in control as he rode his
movements. Bakura couldn't help but notice how hard he was, and
mentally preen a little at the effect he obviously had on him,with
that painful-looking erection, but he wasn't touching himself. He
didn't think about it – think? He couldn't think with what Seth
was doing to him – and reached up to take him in his hand.

Seth hissed as his cock jumped in his grip and quickly
pushed his hand away. “No,” he gasped. “Don't...”

He groaned. Gods, he wanted to make Seth come, feel him
around him... But he didn't touch him, just let him do as he wanted.
Patience was something he tried to cultivate. Often failed, as he was
in this case, but always tried...

Seth was breathing as harshly as he was, his movements
becoming jerkier by the second. He gave up trying to do anything with
the situation himself and just help onto Seth as he worked, gasping
and giving the occasional groaning or moaning noise. Gods he needed
Seth to finish, he was trying to hold himself until he did... he
didn't know if he could...

“..Bakura...” Seth gasped; he opened his
eyes, though it was fucking hard to do, and looked at him. Gods Seth
was so beautiful... And he... Oh gods...

Just that glimpse of Seth was too much. He gave a
growling cry as he pulled Seth down against him and thrust up
rapidly, the pleasure overcoming him almost to the point where he
didn't feel Seth's muscles tighten or hear him cry out as he followed
him.

Seth was resting on his chest; he combed his hand
through his silky hair as he recovered. They were both sweaty, hot,
and panting. It was good.

Seth didn't quite seem to be able to move, but he
seemed content to stay.

“Tired?” he murmured, petting his hair.
“That wear you out?”

“Course...” Seth muttered, tucking his head
under his chin.

Bakura smiled. Seth was easily worn out... but it was
adorable. “Sleep then.”

“No shit,” Seth muttered. Bakura laughed
quietly at him and petted his hair until he felt his breathing even
out and his muscles relax completely, waiting until he fell asleep.

He kissed the top of his head gently.

“Love you, prie... Seth,” he murmured.
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Thief King Bakura/Priest Seth