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It Comes Around	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, everything concerning the plot of
this story, I made up. Seth was not a foreigner, he was Atem's cousin. I have
no flipping idea how they all died, but this wasn't it. I don't even know that
Marik, Tristan, Duke, or Joey had past lives in Ancient Egypt (though I
think it probable that at least Joey did). I know that Yugi and Ryou
didn't have separate bodies as I say they did. Don't use this as a source for
any kind of information whatsoever. I barely know anything about Egypt,
so don't even take me at my word on any of the incidental info. Basically, I
just took Kazuki Takahashi's characters and screwed them up and over royally.

All future pairings: Joey/Duke, Joey/Seto, Joey/Tristan, Joey/Tristan/Duke, Joey/Tristan/Duke/Seto,
Marik/Ryou, Tristan/Duke, Bakura/Ryou, Bakura/Marik, Bakura/Marik/Ryou,
Malik/Bakura, Malik/Marik, Malik/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Bakura/Marik,
Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou, Malik/Marik/Seto, Malik/Bakura/Marik/Ryou/Seto,
Yami/Seto, Yami/Yugi, Ryou/ Seto, and maybe more, like Tristan/Seto or
Duke/Seto. That's currently undecided.

A/N: Wow... it only took me five and a half months ot type this stupid thing... ^^ You see, I have all the hapters through thirteen written, but 've yeto t type them... it's very irritating. Oh well. I'd feel worse about it if I thought anyone was reading it.

It Comes Around

CHAPTER EIGHT

Warnings: Lemon, borderline NC

Pairings: Joey/Seto

~*~
Marik
was surrounded by darkness. He could see nothing except his own body, hear
nothing at all. It was cold and dark and silent, and he was afraid.

Then
there was voice ringing in his ears, Malik�s voice. �You tried to betray me,�
it accused.

�No!�
he cried out. �No!�

�You
went against me.�

He
tried to run from the voice, his hands over his ears.

�You
hate me.�

�No!�

�You
tried to get rid of me so that you could be with him.�

He
stumbled and fell to his hands and knees in the blackness. The voices started
overlapping each other, all around him, accusing him from every direction.

�You
tried to manipulate me.�

�You
went behind my back and tried to make me do something against my will.�

�You
schemed against me.�

�No!�
Marik cried out in desperation, but the voices refused to stop, and he bent
over with his head on the non-floor,
his hand pressed to his ears, trying in vain to block them out.

�Um�
Kaiba?�

Seto
turned his expressionless gaze to Yugi, standing beside his desk.

�What
do you want?�

�I
need to speak to you, but� um�� His gaze darted around him, at the rest of the
students. �I can�t do it here.�

Seto
raised one elegant eyebrow. �What is this about, Yugi?�

Yugi
just shook his head. �Will you come to my house tonight after school? Gramps
isn�t there, so you can just go right up to the house��

Seto
looked at him expressionlessly for a moment, then nodded slightly and turned
away from him, dismissing him. Yugi turned away quickly, and the worried
expression disappeared from his face.

He
found Joey sitting with his lovers in the corner, Duke sitting on Tristan�s
lap. Joey grinned up at him. They moved to speak conspiratorially together, but
the other two didn�t notice at all, understandably distracted.

�Man,
Yug, you should be an actor.�

Yugi
smile. �He said he�ll be there. I�ll run home really quick after school, set up
the stuff, then me and Yami�ll disappear. You should show up after he does,
�cause I�ll have it sitting out so that it will affect everyone in the room. If
you get there after him, he�ll be affected first.�

�All
right.� He grinned. �Man, I�ve been waitin� for this for 5000 years��

Yugi
smiled at him. �I think he has too.�

The
bell rang for the start of class, and they went to their seats.

Yugi
rushed home after school and set up a small bowl of water with about three
drops of the aphrodisiac mixed in.

�Yugi,
something�s telling me this is not a good idea,� Yami told him, absently
concerned, from the doorway. �I don�t know why, but I think that putting Kaiba
and Joey together is not a good idea��

Yugi
looked back at him. �When Joey and Tristan showed up at school, together, he
was looking at them exactly the same way that Duke was, and he hasn�t stopped
looking at the three of them that way since.�

Yami
shrugged slightly. �I still think that this is a very bad idea, Yug.�

The
little one smiled reassuringly. �Trust me, Yami. He�ll thank us for it.�

The
spirit was still doubtful, but he put his trust in Yugi once again.

Yugi
finished, then they vanished, waiting for Kaiba to show up.�

�Bakura?�
Ryou hesitantly stood near his yami.

�Hm?�
Bakura hadn�t been so cold to Ryou this last day, ever since they�d left Marik
and Malik�s. Ryou could tell every time he moved that he was sore, and he felt guilty
for what he and Marik had done. So far as he could tell, it hadn�t solved any
of their problems, it had only forced his yami into being with Malik�
submissive to Malik�

�I
� I was wondering if I could go check on Marik� he wasn�t in school today, and
Malik said he was going to punish him� so� I�m worried about him.�

Bakura
looked at him. �No.� Ryou nodded slightly, accepting his verdict without
argument, but he understood that this time it had more to do with Malik than
Marik. �Anyway, you should be more concerned about your own punishment than
his.�

Ryou
sighed, relieved. This was his yami back. Maybe they hadn�t done any harm after
all.

Seto
arrived at the Turtle Game Shop around five, and walked in through the unlocked
back door after telling his limo driver to wait. He went straight upstairs to
where Yugi and his grandfather actually lived.

He
narrowed his eyes, looking warily around him; it seemed nearly deserted. He was
immediately on his guar � what was Yugi scheming? Whatever it was, it wouldn�t
work.

He
opened a door, wondering if he was really alone or if his mind was playing
tricks on him. It was Yugi�s bedroom, empty. It looked like a little kid�s
room; Yugi was maybe not the most mature person in the world. He thought he
smelled something, something strange but not entirely unpleasant, but it
vanished almost immediately and he thought no more of it. He wondered what Yugi
was trying to set him up for.

He
turned away from Yugi�s room, pulling the door nearly shut, as he heard a step
behind him, thinking it was Yugi finally but not dropping his guard just in
case. However, he saw a head of messy blond hair come to the top of the stairs
�Joey. Brown eyes turned toward his, and they both froze.

�Whaddaya
doin� here, Kaiba?� Joey demanded belligerently, standing at the top if the
stairs. He was as good an actor as Yugi, and he was determined to prove it.

Seto
closed his eyes with a derisive �hn�. �Apparently being set up for something,�
he said. �If Yugi ever shows up, tell him I went home. I didn�t come here to
dogsit.� He stepped away from the door and started past Joey, down the stairs.

The
blond was beginning to panic. He was so close, and it looked like Kaiba
was just going to leave before it could even start affecting him! In desperation,
he reached out one hand and grabbed Kaiba�s upper arm as he passed.

Seto
froze. He was very aware of Joey close beside him, his hand resting on his arm
through the thin material of his school uniform, the faint but not unpleasant
scent of him. It was silent; he could hear Joey�s breathing very clearly, his
own heartbeat in his ears. His body started reacting to the blond�s proximity
in way he didn�t want it to.

�Let
go of me,� he ground out finally.

Joey
didn�t release him, and Seto looked over at him with a fire in his cold blue
eyes. He was going to yank his arm away, possibly knock the insolent mutt out,
and leave.

But
he did none of this. Instead, his eyes met Joey�s deep brown ones, and the
blond pulled him close and kissed him forcefully, pulling at his bottom lip,
demanding entry into his mouth.

Seto�s
mind rebelled against it. He would kill Joey for touching him like this!
No one touched him without his permission � no one dared kiss him, ever.
His body refused to obey his commands, however. Instead of pulling himself away
and raising a hand to strike him, he pressed against Joey, parting his lips to
give him the access he was demanding. He hated that he was doing this, but at
the same time it felt too good and he didn�t want it to stop. He couldn�t stop
it if he tried.

He
felt Joey turn until they were standing face to face, their chests pressed
together. Seto was now standing backward on the first step, having to tilt his
head up for Joey. The blond let go of his arm, his hands instead finding Seto�s
waist. Gods, he was skinny. He stepped backward, pulling Seto off the step and
up onto the landing with him, their lips still locked together. Seto tried to
pull away, but Joey immediately pulled him back and kissed him again. He wanted
to make it perfectly clear who was in control here.

Seto
gave in before Joey. He just went with the flow as Joey kissed him and pulled
him back, toward Yugi�s bedroom. He was impatient, though; he wanted him now.
He hands slid under Joey�s tee shirt, feeling his soft skin under his hands,
and tried to pull it off.

Joey
pulled away from him completely, then turned him around and pushed him back,
into the door of Yugi�s room. It swung open, making Seto take another step backward
to keep from falling.

�Finally
decided to come around, Seth?� Joey asked smugly.

Seto
grabbed him. �Let�s go.� He kissed him again, as forceful as the blond�s kiss
had been. Joey pushed him down on Yugi's bed.

He
looked at Seto under him, his hair in disarray, breathing a little heavily, one
of his own hands on the bed on either side of his head, and grinned. �That�s a
good look for you,� he said. �Submissive, I mean.� He bent down and kissed him
again before he could respond, invading his mouth with his tongue yet again.
Seto tried to push his shirt off yet again; Joey grabbed his hands, entwining
their fingers, and pushed them into the soft bed. He then freed one of his
hands, his point made, feeling it come up to rest on his arm, and used his own
to unbutton Seto�s uniform jacket.

�How
can ya stand to have this buttoned all the way up?� he asked quietly as he
undid the final button, exposing Seto�s chest. �And why don�t ya wear a shirt?�

�I
don�t like to be hot,� Seto said, and kissed him again. Joey pulled away and
sat up to pull his own shirt off.

�Ya
never did take the heat well�� he said. �I remember one ya passed out in front
of the whole court� Took ya months ta get over it.� He leaned down to kiss
Seto�s neck. The brunet moaned quietly at that; Joey realized that his neck was
his sensitive spot. The realization made him grin.

He
kissed his neck again, drawing a slightly louder moan. �I like that,� he said.
�Let�s see what else I can make ya say.� He licked lightly at his neck, feeling
a shiver run through the body beneath him. One hand moved down to open Seto�s
pants. He heard Seto�s shoes hit the floor as he pushed them off; he followed
his example and knocked his own to join them, then brought his legs up to
either side of Seto�s hips, as he pulled his pants off. He heard them slide
liquidly to the floor as well, and gazed down at the blue-eyed dragonmaster.

Seto
looked up at him speculatively, fingering the waistband of his scruffy jeans.
�Aren�t you a little overdressed, mutt?�

Joey
hit him suddenly, forcing his face to the side and leaving an angry red mark on
his cheek. �His eyes were blazing. �I ain�t your mutt,� he said angrily.
�Or your puppy, or your mongrel, or your cur, or any other
kind of dog ya can think of. But you will know my name before
we�re done here.� He bent to attack Seto�s throat with his lips and teeth.

Seto
wanted to be homicidally angry with Joey for daring to hit him, but as soon as
he felt the first gentle bite at his neck he melted completely. His back arched
against Joey as he uttered a quiet cry. The blond continued kissing, licking,
and nipping at his neck, and he was completely immobilized as waves of pleasure
washed over him.

He
dimly realized that Joey was pulling his boxers off, leaving him completely
naked, and that he had already removed his own pants and underwear. They were
both naked, then � and he was still beneath him. That was not what he
wanted.

He
pushed Joey back and swiftly turned so that he could lay Joey down on the bed.
He looked down at him and grinned, not completely kindly.

�Personally,
I think submission looks pretty good on you, too.�

Joey
said nothing, just looked at him with a slight knowing smile that Seto didn�t
like too much. He kissed him, forcing his way into the blond�s mouth and liking
this feeling of being dominant much more.

He
gasped, though, as one warm, slicked finger suddenly entered him, and Joey
turned the kiss around on him, Seto suddenly finding himself submitting to him
once more. His other hand on his waist held him still as he slid the finger in
and out, soon joined by another. Seto couldn�t stop himself from moaning
quietly into Joey�s mouth at the uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant
sensation.

Joey
finally pulled away from the kiss. �Ya really think you�re gonna be dominating me,
moneybags?� He added his third finger, stretching him wider as he spread them
inside of him. Seto closed his eyes and gasped, his head tilted back. �Cuz I
don�t think that�s gonna happen.� He jabbed his fingers against his prostate
once and earned a sharp cry. �Because most of all, Kaiba, I am sure as hell
not your bitch.�

And
Seto gave in to him. The scissoring, stretching fingers sliding in and out of
him felt good even though it kind of hurt, and he wanted Joey to take him, now.
He moaned again.

Joey
sat up, pushing Seto down onto his back as he did, and smoothly carried that
motion into entering him. Seto uttered a short cry of pain and surprise.

�I
seem ta be getting� a lot of virgins lately,� Joey remarked. His hands were on
Seto�s wrists, holding them to he bed, as Seto arched against him. Joey kissed
his neck as he thrust into him, distracting him from the pain. Seto moaned and
whispered �More�� into his ear.

�What�s
that?� Joey asked. �I couldn�t hear ya.�

�I
said �more�,� Seto admitted, louder, his head tilted back. Joey obliged,
thrusting into him again, making him cry out again quietly. He discovered then
that seeing him like this was just as satisfying as he had always thought it
would be.

�Who�s
the puppy now?� he said, thrusting sharply into his again.

�Me��
Seto�s voice was quiet, his fingers digging into the bed.

�Who?�
he demanded, wanting to hear him say it again.

�It�s
me�� His voice was louder, more satisfying to Joey�s ears.

�Who�s
the bitch?�

�I
am,� Seto admitted louder, panting. He didn�t even seem to care about saying
it, he just knew he wanted this so badly, more than he had ever wanted
anything. He�d say anything Joey wanted him to, as loudly as he wanted him to, as long as Joey
continued giving it to him.

�I�m
not your dog,� Joey said, breathing heavily. �What�s my name, bitch?�

�Joey-�
he choked out between thrusts. He was so close�

�Say
it,� he grunted as he thrust deep and hard into him.

�Jou!�
he cried out as he came. Joey came just after, and lay against Seto, panting.

�Good
boy,� he said quietly. Seto didn�t respond immediately, lying there with his
eyes closed, catching his breath.

�I�ve
been waiting five thousand years ta do that,� Joey went on, getting his breath
back. �It was worth it.�

Seto
opened his eyes. �Again,� he said.

Joey
pushed himself back and looked down at him. �What?�

Seto
smirked at him. �That�s not all you�ve got, is it, Joey?�

Joey
smirked back. ��Bout time ya learned my name.�

The
brunet pushed himself up and kissed him. He pulled his sore wrists from Joey�s
grasp and put his hands on his sides, lightly trailing feathery touches along
his skin. Joey was still inside of him; he pulled himself up and down along his
length, slowly. Joey shuddered slightly and gasped, feeling himself get hard
again.

He
pulled away from Seto�s kiss and pulled out of him. Seto laid his head back
down on the bed.

�Son
of a bitch,� he swore quietly.

�Turn
over,� Joey told him. �And get up on your knees.�

Seto
blinked at him slowly, then did it, apparently putting his trust in the blond.
Joey grinned to see him offering himself like that, liking how this evening was
going. Then he quickly entered him again without further preparation, drawing a
quiet cry from Seto.

�This
position suits you,� Joey said breathlessly, as Seto thrust himself back to
meet him.

Seto
didn�t answer; he felt himself close to coming already. Joey seemed to know
just where to hit to slowly drive him insane, and he was doing it every time. �Faster��
he panted quietly, and the blond grinned and obliged. Seto cried out loudly as
his prostate was hit dead-on and pleasure surged through him.

Then
Joey bent over him, his hands still on his hips, and kissed the over-sensitive
back of his neck, thrusting inside of him again. Seto�s cry was louder, hoarser
than the previous; when the blond moved one hand down from his hip to stroke
his straining arousal, his arms gave out and he cried out Joey�s name again as
he came, falling forward onto his elbows. Joey released his seed inside of him
as he tightened around him, then released his hips and pulled out, collapsing
beside him and looking over at him.

�That
enough for ya?� he asked. Seto didn�t answer, his eyes closed, his forehead
resting on his fists. Joey lay back beside him and looked at the ceiling.

�Yeah,
submission looks good on ya�� he repeated from earlier. �It�s just like they
say: once a slave, always a slave.�

Seto
quickly looked over at him, blue eyes glaring cold death, then reached for his
clothes. He dressed and left without so much as looking at Joey again.

When
Yugi and Yami had �disappeared�, they�d hidden in Yugi�s grandfather�s room,
which was right next to Yugi�s. To be fair, they hadn�t expected Joey and Seto to
go to Yugi�s room.

They
could hear everything that passed between them. When they heard Joey hit Seto,
Yugi wanted to go in there and try to put a stop to it, but Yami put a hand on
his shoulder and held him back.

::
It�s too late, aibou, :: he said. :: They can�t stop now. ::

Yugi
looked worried and a little alarm at Seto�s cries, as he submitted completely
to Joey.

::
I�m sorry, Yami� I think you were right about this being a bad idea. ::

Yami
kissed his forehead to reassure him. :: I�m sure it will be fine. :: He
didn�t like to see his hikari worried or alarmed. Even if he was right, he had
to comfort him.

When
they heard the downstairs door slam a few minutes after Joey�s last comment
without a reply from Seto, they realized that the brunet had left. Yugi went
into his room to see if his friend was still there.

He
was, lying naked on the bed. Joey groaned slightly as he came into the room.

�Get
rid of that aphrodisiac, Yug, or I�m gonna jump ya�� he groaned. Yugi hurried to
get rid of it, as Joey got dressed.

�Sorry,
Yug,� he said, sitting on the bed. �I didn�t expect us ta come in here��

�No,
that�s all right,� Yugi told him, sitting finally beside him as the last of the
laced water circled the drain in the bathroom sink. �Just� I didn�t expect you
to be so mean to him. Did you have to call him names� and hit him?�

�I
know�� Joey groaned as Yami walked into the room. �Somethin� just came over me,
an� I couldn�t help myself. But he liked it � he wanted more, you heard him.�

�Yes��
Yami said slowly. �He did seem to be okay with it � until you said what you did
about him being a slave.�

Joey
groaned again. �Yeah, I know. I couldn�t help myself, like I said.� He looked
out Yugi�s window, into the darkness; he and Seto had probably been here about
an hour. �I�d better go. But I�ll see ya tomorrow, okay?�

Yugi
nodded. �Bye, Jou.� He nodded and left.

Jou
stepped into the doorway and saw Seth lying on his stomach in the sun,
completely naked. It wasn�t really a surprise; he�d gone outside one afternoon
for too long and he�d turned entirely red, and his skin had started peeling off
� everyone had thought he was diseased. He�d allayed everyone�s fears by
explaining that, as he figured it, his skin was too pale and got burned by the
sun, and he�d started spending time every morning lying in the sun to tan his
skin somewhat. He was still fair-skinned, but he wasn�t quite as pale, and he
hadn�t had a repeat of that. Thus it was that the sight wasn�t unexpected; he
hadn�t really expected to run across him during one of his sessions, though�

The
guard looked at his smooth skin, unbroken by any tan lines. Surely the gods
were giving him a sign. He just happened to come across the priest lying naked in
the sun � in fact, he appeared to be asleep, the Rod lying unheeded beside him.
He was almost certain he could be over there, on top of him and holding him
down, before he could get his thoughts together enough to fight him� And if he
could hold him, it would be a simple matter to make him submit to his will,
just take him. Seth might have been taller, but he was bigger and stronger. He
could force the priest to accept him� make the little tease finally stop
playing around�

He
caught himself and reigned his thoughts
back in. He wasn�t honestly thinking of trying to rape the high priest, was he?
No, of course not. It was just that he wanted to see that lithe, smooth body
underneath his, sweaty and disheveled, screaming his name in passion so badly.
Sometimes, though, he just poised him off so badly that he wanted nothing more
than to hit him, beat him bloody, until he was begging for mercy at his feet
and those beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears of pain and humiliation� And
sometimes the two ideas mixed, and that was good too. He�d beat him until he
was begging for mercy, then turn it around and show him worlds of pleasure he�d
never experienced, never even imagined.

No,
he wouldn�t do that. If Seth didn�t kill him, pharaoh would � the pharaoh was
more than half in love with the pretty ex-slave, just like everyone else. He had
to have him, though, and soon. Surely he could get away with touching him,
feeling that pale skin�?

He
stepped silently into the courtyard so as not to wake him and knelt beside the
sleeping priest. His hand hovered over the small of his back, gathering his
nerve.

�Are
you suicidal?� Seth asked conversationally, his face still supported on one
arm. Jou hadn�t seen him move, but his other hand was now holding his Rod, the
dagger on the end exposed. �If you touch me, you�ll never touch anyone with
that hand again.�

�If
pharaoh�s father hadn�t freed you,� he replied equally conversationally, �I
would make you my bitch, Seth.�

�If
pharaoh�s father hadn�t freed me,� he countered calmly, �I would either be
dead, or I�d belong to the pharaoh � in which case you would still be killed
for touching me.� Neither of them had yet moved their hand. �So if you wish to
die, go on and touch me.� His calm voice held a dare that Jou just couldn�t
refuse.

�Someday,
Seth,� he said. �Someday, you�ll be screaming my name.� He dropped his hand down
onto his back and ran it along his spine, then down over one of his smooth
cheeks.

He
felt the pain before he realized that Seth had turned around. Looking down, he
saw that his hand was pinned to the sand by the dagger. Seth was now sitting
up, the leg nearest Jou drawn up, supporting himself on one hand while the other
pinned Jou�s. He was still completely naked; Jou et his eyes wander, then
grinned at him.

�You�re
n animal,� Seth said wearily. He pulled the blade from Jou�s hand, grabbed his
clothes, and walked away. Jou admired the view as he walked inside, then flexed
his hand; Seth seemed to have missed all the nerves.

He
didn�t really understand what his problem was; he never meant to be such a
horrible ass to the priest. In fact, he was usually trying to be nice to him,
but then Seth would say something that set him off and he would go and make
some comment like that, about making Seth his bitch, or say something
disparaging about slaves, and then it would usually end up in death threats
and/or blood being spilled. Usually, his blood. Jou didn�t feel like incurring
the wrath of Seth�s patron god � Set, of course. Fitting, as Set was the god of
chaos and violence.

Jou
walked back to the room he shared with Hon-da and Devin, holding his hand to
stop the bleeding. Devin would heal him and he�d be just fine.

The
pharaoh had seen and heard it all fro his window. If Jou was unable to use his
hand, Seth would have to be punished � but not a lot. It was Jou�s fault, after
all, and there were more bodyguards out there, even if he was fond of Jou.

He
wondered why they continually antagonized each other � especially Jou. Was he
blind, or did he just not care tat Seth absolutely hated him? The priest went
out of his way to avoid him, yet every time Jou saw him, he would try something
to get him into bed. He wanted to tell Jou to just give up and leave Seth
alone, but they weren�t really hurting anything, and it was sometimes amusing to
see the notorious playboy get shot down and keep coming back for more. And if
it ever looked like one of them was really in danger, he�d put a stop to it
immediately. He didn�t want either of them killed, after all.
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CHAPTER EIGHT