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�Kaiba.�

�What?�

�They said I�m going home tomorrow.�

�I know.� His apparent lack of concern is
distressing�All this time, he�s been trying, and he still doesn�t care?

�That doesn�t matter to you at all?�

He shrugs. �It means I�ll be alone here.�

He pauses, then moves to Kaiba�s bed. �That�s bad,
isn�t it? You�re going to stop talking and eating again, aren�t you?�

�No.� Then: �Maybe.�

Sigh. �Don�t you dare. Just because I�m not here all
the time doesn�t mean I can�t make you eat or act like a human being.�

�How do you plan on doing that?� he asks
expressionlessly.

�I�ll come visit you every day and force food and
conversation down your throat if I have to.�

Kaiba looks back at him, his eyes serious. They
actually focus right, though. What a pretty color� �Do you mean that?�

He grins. Hell yeah� �Course I do, pretty. Hell,
I�ll even sneak in and keep you company at night if you�re lonely.� He wraps
his arms and him and holds him tight. Not letting you go even if you want me
too�

There may or may not be a small smile on Kaiba�s
thin lips as he turns away. �All right�� He relaxes, and it�s a great feeling,
to just have him there like that.

After a while, he rests his head on the brunet�s
shoulder and kisses his cheek. �You�re going to be miserable. I can feel it.�

�I�m already miserable, Bakura.�

�Call me yami.�

�I don�t want to.� His shoulders hunch slightly, and
he tenses. Actually, he sounds a little petulant. This is not the way to get
through to him�

�I want to call you Seto.�

�I don�t want you to do that either.�

Sigh again. �Don�t do this to me. I said you were
going to be miserable, and you�re already getting miserable just thinking about
me leaving.�

�Someone�s stuck on himself.�

�Tell me it isn�t true, and I�ll stop. Seto.�

Silence. How familiar a sound when dealing with
Seto-pretty� Apparently it�s true, however. He�s miserable because he�s going
to be alone. Or maybe� is it because he�s leaving?

He sighs and kissed his cheek again. �I promise I�ll
come back. Every day until you get out of here.�

�Congratulations. You can make a promise. I bet
you�ll even keep it for a while.�

�A while? No, I mean it. I need you almost as much
as you need me. I�ll be here as often as I can be. Not like I�m going back to
school, after all � unless it�s to blow it up. You won�t be deprived of my
joyful company for long.�

Seto sighs. He looks less than convinced. How to
make him see�?

�Let me prove it,� he finally says.

�What? And how?�

He wraps his arms tightly around him, holding him
still. He feels so warm and alive� he just can�t see it. �I want you to believe
I�m going to keep coming back.� He turns Seto�s head slightly to kiss him,
still holding him tightly. There is only a thankfully short moment of
resistance, before he gives in completely and opens his mouth with an almost
inaudible moan, all of his tenseness melting completely away. He�s so hesitant,
though. Almost as if he�s never done this before. But that�s impossible, isn�t
it? He�s an eighteen-year-old kid. Furthermore, he�s the hot, rich, and famous,
utterly desirable, Seto Kaiba.

He loosens his arms and helps him turn around a
little, lips still locked in their kiss, then shifts around so that the can
press him gently back into the soft hospital bed. Probably so nice because of
his money. Seto gasps a bit, but doesn�t push him away. His hesitant hands
lightly rest on his shoulders, as though he doesn�t quite know what to do with
them.

Bakura finally pulls back, allowing Seto to take a
few gasping breaths. He looks down into his wide blue eyes, and wonders.

�I can�t believe I�m asking this,� he says, hands on
the slim � skinny � brunet�s sides, �but have you never done this before?�

Seto quietly shakes his head, a faint flush tinting
his fair face. �Too busy�� he mutters.

�Too busy for sex?� he says incredulously. �Get a
life, Seto. Or less of one. Too busy for sex�� He shakes his head again. �But I
don�t really mind� kind of a treat, really. Even Ryou wasn�t a virgin� He had
one boyfriend before me; I struck just a little too late��

�And you probably went and killed that boyfriend?�
Seto asks. Almost as though he�s stalling. His hands are on his shoulders, but
not pushing him away. Just holding on loosely.

�No, but I wanted to. Ryou didn�t approve.� He
strokes a hand through Seto�s hair, finding it amusing how his cheek leans into
the touch without him even realizing it. Such nice hair� He tilts his head a
little, looking down into his eyes. �Seto, will you let me?�

His pretty blue eyes look almost afraid, but he nods
almost imperceptibly and doesn�t move. Bakura smiles reassuringly and kisses
him again, slowly, not rushing him, as much as he might like to. Blue eyes fall
closed after just a moment, and he feels an inaudible moan from the mouth
beneath his. His hands aren�t as patient, though, and push the thin covers
down, exposing a thin body clad only in a thin blue hospital gown. Even though
he�s been eating now, he�s still too thin.

�If I discover you haven�t been eating when I come
to visit you,� he murmurs against his lips, poking him once in the unburned
ribs for emphasis, �I�m going to hold you down and make you eat until you
explode.�

�Duly noted��

Hw can he just answer like that? Especially when I�m
doing� this?

Oh, that�s better. Oh, he tried to turn that whimper
into a moan, but I know what it was.

His hand slides further up, pushing the gown away,
to ghost over his thigh and tease, never quite reaching what obviously wants
reached, if the slight tenting beneath him is any indication. He feels a shiver
run through the body underneath him; it seems like he hasn�t ever had any
experience. Maybe not even touching himself. He really is boring, isn�t he? I didn�t
even think it was possible to be that boring, but� then again, I didn�t think
it was possible for him to be a virgin, either.

He kisses his neck, loving how his head tilts back of
its own will. Isn�t �wanton� such a beautiful word? It�s sure as hell a
beautiful state. Wanton. For instance, Seto Kaiba is lying beneath me,
moaning wantonly for more contact. Or, his eyes are closed and he�s
pressing into my every touch like a wanton whore. Ra he�s hot.

There are so many things I�m dying to do to him�
Just throw his legs over my shoulders and ream him until he screams. Or sit
here and tease him all day until he begs for me to just get on with it and fuck
him. Or just make him lie there and show him every pleasure under the sun � see
exactly how wanton he can get.

This isn�t the place, though� He deserves to be
shown pleasure someplace better than this. There�s no time, either. I can�t do
anything I want to do with him� not as much as I want to do it, at least. I can
still do something. And he�ll still enjoy it. And, hey, it�s not like he�ll
know what he�s missing, right? Not �til I show him in his own home, at least.

He nips gently at his throat, down to his
collarbone. How long until the doctor comes? Hopefully a while�

��Kura�� he hears, a slight, barely audible whisper
from Seto�s lips� Ra, that is just too much. Damn it, I need to get him home so
I can do this properly�

�Turn over for me,� he says quietly, giving a little
tug on his earlobe. After a moment, what he said sinks past the layers of
pleasure and into his admirable brain, and his blue eyes open to look up at him
with a question. Ryou is� was� smart, too. Not like Seto� but smart. And shy.
Just like Seto. Why do they seem so much alike, when they�re really not?

�It�s okay.� He kisses his jaw line. �It�ll be
easier on you. Less painful. Just get on your hands and knees.� He still
hesitates, but he slowly does it. Bakura smirks a bit as he sees his cheeks
turn pink. Don�t worry, bi-chan. You won�t be embarrassed for long.

�Really handy that these things don�t have backs��
One hand runs up Seto�s leg to lightly caress his pale, somewhat thin ass below
the tie holding it together near his waist. Yeah, he needs to eat more. Those
sexy leather pants would be wasted on him now.

A shudder runs through his body, and he drops his
head, in a definitely most alluring way. Eminently. Fuckable.

He looks around, suddenly remembering; it�s been
while since he�s done this, so he has an excuse for forgetting. He needs
something to use as lube� He doesn�t want to hurt him, after all�

Something green catches his attention. Hm� Well, why
the hell not, really. At least it�ll be an interesting experience. He kisses up
Seto�s protuberant spine as he reaches for it, sending shivers up him.

The way the Jell-O squishes between his fingers is
promising. Mm, Jell-O slime� He kisses his back as one finger gets pushed
inside him, greeted with a clamping against the intrusion and a pained hiss. He
tries to draw away blindly.

�Shh�� He kisses his back again. �Trust me. I won�t
hurt you; it won�t hurt for long. It�ll feel good.�

It seems to work; he relaxes a little and breathes
again. Bakura rubs his back half soothingly, half encouragingly. A second
Jell-O coated finger pushes past the ring of muscle to squirm inside him,
earning only a slight tensing and a gasp. He scissors them slowly, stretching
him a bit to make it easier. He really doesn�t want to hurt him.

The response to the third finger is even fainter.
�See?� he says. �It isn�t that bad.� He pushes them apart, pressing gently.
Then, just to be wicked, he slides his fingers in a bit deeper, looking,
groping�

There! Seto nearly falls as he fingers his prostate,
stroking it over and over. He holds him up with his free hand wrapped around
his waist, feeling the twitching of the needy cock above his arm, relishing in
that harsh breathing. �Go ahead and drop your head,� he offers. �Rest it on a
pillow. You don�t need that one anyway.� He smirks, but either Seto doesn�t get
it, or he doesn�t find it worthy of acknowledgement, as he does just what he
said. His breath is fast and high-pitched, a sort of whimper coming from him
with every stroke. His face is flushed again, but his time not from
embarrassment.

�Please�� he whimpers. He finds it hard to believe
he actually has any idea what he�s asking for, but he obviously wants it badly.
That�s okay; he knows what Seto wants.

�This will hurt,� he said as he withdrew his
fingers. �But not for long. Trust me?�

Seto nodded breathlessly. �Yes� trust you��

He smushed more Jell-O in his hand and smeared the
slime around his hard member, then gently pushed the head in, forcing himself
to pause with Seto�s hiss of discomfort, his own head hanging and breath coming
heavily. �Fuck� Ra� �kari� so fucking tight��

It feels like an eternity before Seto finally
shifts, moving against him. Almost begging with his body language to be taken�

Who is he to refuse?

He has control over himself now� I can do this.
Really. Gently� so gently, he slowly pushes himself in, earning a long, low
moan. It doesn�t seem like it hurts him anymore, or if it does he isn�t letting
it show. He pauses fully encased in his warmth� oh, fuck, it�s so hard not to
just pound him into the mattress� Can�t do this�

��Kura�� Seto moans. Oh gods� ohgodsohgodsohgods�
you have no fucking idea what you�re doing to me�

A shallow thrust� oh, that�s good� Gods, Seto,
you�re so tight, so hot, so good� Ra, I haven�t had a virgin in a long
time� I didn�t realize I�d missed it so bad� Seto, you�re just so�

Okay. This is about Seto. Breathe. Take it slow.
Don�t hurt him. Don�t rush it. Even if he is so fucking tight�Okay�
Okay, just go slow. Out� In. Good. Out� In� gods, Seto!

His whimpers are going to drive me completely
insane� Moaning wantonly� He has to be doing this on purpose. Right? No
one could be so accidentally hot� could they?

I�ll make him pay for that, though� in the best way
possible� Change the angle� Ah, just there! That gorgeous back arches and he
cries out, loudly � he doesn�t care who hears anymore.

�Bakura! Please � ah � more!�

�You want it?�

�Yes! Yes, please, I want it!�

�Really?�

�Yes! Yes, please, yami�!�

That�s too much� He actually called me� �You�ve got
it��

Control be damned� He wants it. I want it. I can�t
hold back any longer anyway� his hips are bony, but good to grab. They�ll
bruise tomorrow. Might be a good thing � remind him of this. Remind him that I�m
coming back for him. I won�t allow him to get depressed again. That�ll just
depress me�

Oh, gods, he�s so good!

Pushing back against me� ��Kura� yami� Ra!�

He doesn�t even believe in Ra, does he? Or any of
them�

Oh Gods, it doesn�t mater, because he�s so tight and
he only gets tighter as his back bows again and his head falls backward, his
eyes wide but blind again, he�s coming and it feels so great, he�s coming and I
haven�t even touched him, and with how great he feels, I can�t resist it, I have
to come and I do, buried inside of him and oh gods he�s still so great�

I want to collapse on top of him, but I can�t� can�t
hurt him� He pulls out of him and guides him to lie down, then wraps his arm around
him and lies behind him. Seto stays silent, breathing heavily. The fingers of
his bad hand twine clumsily with his.

�Do you believe me now?�

�That you�re coming back?� He nods, against Seto�s
back. �Yes��

He rests his chin on Seto�s shoulder. �Would you
believe me if I said something else?�

�Would I have much of a choice?� He doesn�t seem to
mind too much.

Smile. �You�re extremely beautiful, hikari�� He
brushes his hair aside to kiss his neck. �And you�re all mine. And if you try
and hurt yourself again, I�ll never forgive you, and I won�t let you.�

Seto doesn�t react, but he sees a small smile, and
he pulls him back to lean his head on his shoulder, pulling the covers up to
cover them.

�Good afternoon, gentlemen.� Seto doesn�t even look.
He just glares at the doctor over his shoulder, not releasing Seto from his
grip. He doesn�t want to be separated from him yet � not so soon already.

�Are you ready to go home, Bakura?� he seems not to
notice or care about their position.

Seto�s hand tries to tighten, but he still can�t
move it very well. He squeezes back, his other hand lightly running over the smooth
scars on his arm. �Doesn�t really matter, now does it?�

�I suppose not.� He refuses to be anything other
than infuriatingly calm� �You�re perfectly recovered by now; you could have
gone home a week ago.�

�Then why am I still here?� he retorted, settling Seto
against him.

�Mr. Kaiba�s been paying for your treatment until
you were recovered. Now you are, and we can�t keep you here any longer.� He
just glares at the doctor in the doorway, since he really has nothing to say to
that. Seto�s been paying to keep him here? Not as reluctant as he tried to seem�

�I�ll leave you two alone. You can always feel free
to visit.� He smiled a tiny knowing smile as he left.

�Hey, Seto?�

�Hm?�

�What�s the word for that doctor?�

�Patronizing.�

�Thanks. That�s been bugging me for weeks.�

~*~
OWARI (the end)

A/N: Wh00t! These two are my first ever finished
chapter stories! ^_^ Okay, they�re mediocre at best. And lots of people don�t
like how they�re written. But, that was completely intentional. You notice, the
crazier they are, the more uncomfortable the writing? The less rational, the
more first person? Yeah.

Note on this story specifically: Okay, like three or
four� actually, I think it was five� years ago, I read a book called �Girl,
interrupted�. I don�t remember too much of it, but I do remember a discourse on
how madness comes in two forms: velocity or viscosity. The thought processes
would either become very fast (Bakura) or very slow (Seto), but either way, a
lot of it would just repeat. I tried to make that happen. Frankly, I thought it
was successful. I�m proud of these stories. ^_^ If you disagree, go ahead and
tell me so. I don�t mind. Give me suggestions how I could have made it better, or
just tell me it sucked. Or tell me it was good. Whatever. Just review!
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