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Priest Seth/Thief
King Bakura

DISCLAIMER: I don't own YGO, Seth, Baku, or smut. Wait... I do own some smut. But not the other stuff.
A/N: Okay, I got like five
reviews for �Distractions� asking for a sequel where Seth won. Whelps, here ya
go! And does he ever� Wow. Anyway, I think Seth is a lot more in character in
this one too. No guarantees about Bakura, though he seems pretty close to me.
^_^

Okay, my real reason for writing this, specifically: Happy
birthday, BA! Have some uke Kura! He�s all tied up and waiting for yoooouuu!

~*~*~

�I could just hand you over to
the guards, you know.�

Bakura scowled and pulled on the
ropes around him. Damn it� The priest didn�t win often, but when he did, he
made up for the rest of the times�

�So why don�t you?� he snapped.
He�d really been looking forward to fucking Seth into next week, and now it
looked like he�d be the one walking funny.

�Maybe I will.� He cursed
himself; he was pissing Seth off, if that cold voice was an indication. Or
maybe he�d just caught him on a bad night. Whatever he said, though, he really
didn�t want to be handed to the pharaoh, or his guards� Piss Seth off enough,
and he�d do it, too.

�You won�t,� he said with more
confidence than he felt. �If you were going to, then you would have already.
But you keep playing.�

�What makes you think I won�t
now?� Seth said, and placed a bare foot in his back, between his shoulder
blades. He pressed him down, and Bakura grunted. �Maybe I�m tired of this.�

He grunted again as his face was
shoved toward the floor. �You wouldn�t dare. You know they�d just kill you �
you don�t think I�d really keep your secret, do you?�

Seth�s foot moved up and slammed
his face into the floor. This time his grunt was more in pain than effort or
surprise. �They won�t believe you,� he said stonily. �They know me. They�ll
think you�re just trying to bring me down with you.�

�What if I could prove it?�

Seth snorted. �You can�t. Not
beyond a suspicion. Atemu wouldn�t kill me if there was any doubt.�

Bakura said nothing. It was probably
true, though he could imagine the pharaoh taking any opportunity to get rid of
his greatest rival. �What would you do then?� he asked. �If they killed me? You
know you need me� Who else would give you what your nice little vows forbid
under pain of death? In fact, I�m the one who doesn�t need you at all; you�re
just in my way. Maybe I should let you turn me in, expose you, and escape. You
see, I�m not so certain he wouldn�t kill you. And that would sure as hell solve
a lot of problems for me.�

Seth said nothing, but he could
almost feel his cold glower. Or maybe it was just his foot shoving him down
again that told him what his face looked like. Either way, Seth was either an
actor of unmatched caliber, or he really was extraordinarily pissed off. Probably
the second, though he had nothing against Seth�s acting. Maybe he should have
waited until tomorrow night to come visiting.

Seth�s foot was finally removed,
and he lifted his head, still not looking back at him.

�Maybe,� Seth said coldly, �I�ll just
kill you.� Bakura froze; he sounded like he was actually considering it. He
wouldn�t dare, though, would he? The thought that he might was arousing beyond
belief� �I�ve killed better people for lesser evils, you know. It�s perfectly
within my rights, and my abilities, to do so.�

�You won�t.� This time, he cursed
himself for his inability to sound as certain as he would have liked.

He could hear a smirk in the
priest�s voice. �Worried?�

�Like hell.� There; his voice was
back to how it should have sounded. His own sneer matched Seth�s. �Who else in
the world would come here and fuck you, huh? You need this a hell of a lot more
than I do. I can get it anytime I want. You�d be killed if it were anyone else.
Or blackmailed until you wished you�d been found out.� He looked over his
shoulder at Seth, meeting slitted blue eyes with a triumphant smirk, then
pushed himself fluidly back to his feet and turned to face him, despite his
hands bound to his back. �You have absolutely no power over me, or this situation.�

Wrong answer. Seth�s eyes were
burning brightly, barely visible through his thick lashes, as a fist lashed out
and Bakura felt himself slammed into the wall. He would remember to never call
Seth helpless in any way again, not when he was in a bad mood� He leaned on the
wall and looked over at him again, tongue snaking out between his lips and
licking away the blood that threatened to fall from the bottom.

�Don�t like the truth, Seth?�

He hadn�t even realized Seth was
going to hit him again until the warm stone wall scraped a long gash in his
forehead. He breathed a little heavily, resting his head against the wall,
feeling blood pulsing to his groin. Maybe he should shut his mouth�

He froze as he felt Seth�s hands,
one on the back of his head, under his hair, the other cupping his chin. He
wouldn�t�

�Do you know what�s stopping me
from snapping your neck, you worthless little prick?� Seth asked quietly.

He forced himself to take a
shallow breath. �What?� he asked carefully.

�Nothing!� Seth hissed in his
ear, and pulled his head around, as though he were actually going to do it.

Bakura stared up into Seth�s eyes
with his own wide red ones, realizing that the priest was relishing the fear he
saw there. He was still too off-guard by the realization that he was still
alive to bother hiding it. This was a very dangerous line Seth walked; he might
have actually broken his neck there. Somehow, he got the feeling that Seth
didn�t care at all whether he killed him or not.

His cock gave an almost painful
throb.

�Scared?� the priest asked
quietly, his voice still cold, eyes still narrowed and completely unreadable.
Bakura swallowed and didn�t reply. Hell, yes, he was scared out of his mind� He
was still half sure that Seth was going to kill him. Something was wrong with
him tonight.

Showing nothing at his lack of
response, Seth shoved him forward and kicked him in the back of his knees. His
arms being bound, the self-proclaimed thief king sprawled ungracefully on the
floor and half turned over, glaring at Seth. If he hadn�t been tied, despite
the several inches the priest had on him, he probably could have easily wrung
that scrawny neck, in a contest of pure physical abilities. He had probably ten
pounds more weight than Seth, all of it muscle, and he could use it. And now,
just because he had tied him up � magic should never have been allowed anyway �
he thought he could just push him around like this?

Seth roughly grabbed his shoulder
and forced him back onto his face. He felt a very obvious hardness pressing
into him, and knew his own matched. Scary as hell, yes, but� Seth was hot. The
danger was a huge turn-on, the very fact that it was all very real making it
even more so. He waited breathlessly for what he knew was coming.

It wasn�t long that he was forced
to wait. In a matter of a few seconds, Seth�s hand was buried in his hair,
pushing roughly on his head, and he felt his cock buried suddenly inside him
without preparation or any real warning, drawing a hiss of pain and the sudden
tensing of his entire body, which in turn only made it seem larger. He took a
deep breath and forced himself to relax.

That was a smart move; Seth gave
him absolutely no time to adjust before he held him in place with his other
hand on his hip and thrust into him mercilessly. Whatever the hell was wrong
with him tonight, Bakura reflected as he groaned in mixed pain and pleasure as
his G-spot was brutally slammed into, he was of mixed feelings about it. He
obviously didn�t want Seth to go off the deep end and kill him, but damn, the
sex was good� If he didn�t mind not walking for a week�

�Seth�� he gasped out, rocking
back against him. �Damn it� gods�� The priest shoved his face down and clenched
his fist in his hair, and he groaned, taking the hint to shut up. Not that he
had many comprehensible words left in his mind. Seth was brutally slamming into
that same spot with every harsh thrust, apparently completely on accident.
Intentional or no, though, Bakura was having a hard time of it, his arms tied
and unable to touch himself and with Seth apparently in no mood to do it for
him.

His breath was harsh in his ears,
reflected from the floor and back into his face as Seth held his head down. The
thrusts were getting faster and deeper, and he wasn�t complaining; in fact, his
eyes rolled back slightly and fluttered closed, unable to focus on anything but
the feelings contracting in the pit of his stomach.

He felt Seth�s hands tighten
painfully and heard a quiet grunt, the only warning he got before he felt the
priest�s hot seed shoot into him, burning where he knew he was bleeding from
the rough treatment, filling him up as Seth thrust shallowly a few times. He
groaned at the feeling, his own stomach tightening, just before he exploded as
well with a cry muffled against the floor.

He was dimly aware of himself
gasping and panting as Seth shoved him to the floor, standing up (how the hell
could he stand?!) and sitting on his bed. He looked up at him blankly, his eyes
only half open.

�Get out, you little whore� Seth
said coldly, reaching down and yanking the rope away from his arms. �Before I
kill you.�

Bakura sat up and focused his
eyes on him, taking in his completely blank blue eyes, the tense set of his
shoulders and chest. He looked entirely serious.

Solemnly and without a word,
Bakura forced himself to stand up and ignore the pain, making sure his skirt
was decent. With one last look into Seth�s hard eyes, he silently left.
Whatever was wrong with him, he didn�t really want to know, and he didn�t want
any part of anything else that might happen because of it.

Seth watched him leave, anger and
irritation unabated. He was silent and immobile for several minutes, before he
suddenly grabbed the knife from beside his bed and flung it as hard as he could
toward the door. It buried itself to the handle; several inches of the blade
were sticking through on the other side. He didn�t care; there were several
other holes similar to the one this would leave already in the door, and no one
would bother him, unless they wanted his other knife in their chest.

With an angry punch to his bed,
he sprawled out, still tense, and stared at the ceiling.

~Owari~
The third one is in progress. ^_^
No promises how soon it will be.
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