"Hold my hands above my head
And push my face into the bed,
Cause I'm a screamer, baby, make me a mute.
You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse beat, beat, beat, beat;
It's like a trigger, get me ready to shoot.

Wanna wrestle with me, baby?
Here's a sneak, little peek.
You can dominate the game, cause I'm tough.
I don't play around that often,
When I do, I'm a freak.
So you'd better believe I like it rough."

~Flesh by Simon Curtis

Seto Kaiba was at his office late at night—again. It was only the second time this week, though, and his brother had seemed satisfied with a promise to be home before midnight. It was almost eleven now, so he still had time. He was still in his classic white suit, not having cared enough to change. He hadn't even removed his tie.

"Holy Ra, Kaiba. If you keep working so late you'll work yourself to death, and then where would I be?"

Seto looked up as he heard an all-too-familiar British villain's voice. The fool was hanging bat-like, upside-down from the ventilation shaft in the ceiling, his white hair pointing downward like a pearly stalactite. Well, Seto's office was dim enough at this point that it might as well be a cave. So what did that make Seto?

"You would still be a thief and an intruder." Seto's dead-pan answer was met with a chuckle as the shorter teen gracefully dropped from the ceiling and landed in a crouch on the floor. His agility was quite impressive, and Seto allowed himself a moment to wonder if the thief had it because Ryou had first obtained it, or if Ryou had obtained it from the thief's illegal antics.

"You're so cold to me, Kaiba-boy," Bakura teased as he walked towards the large desk with half lidded eyes. "If I hadn't been inside you myself, I would think that you're made of nothing but ice."

Seto's head snapped to the side to glare at him. He hated it when Bakura talked like that. "If you're just here to insult me, I'll call security," he threatened, entirely serious.

"Come now, it was just a joke," Bakura retorted with a toss of his hair. "If you're going to be so rude to me, then you can just go home and fuck yourself tonight for all I care."

"Like hell I will," Seto growled, grabbing Bakura by the front of his shirt and pulling him down into a rough, sloppy kiss that shouldn't have been as enjoyable as it was.

"As much as I would love to fuck you in this chair," Bakura crooned with lidded eyes when they'd broken apart at last. "I have different plans for tonight." Before Seto could ask him what his plans were or tell him to stop, the thief reached around and gave a sharp, precise blow to the side of his neck, effectively knocking him out cold.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."

Ugh, that conceited, overbearing voice. Seto forced his eyes open and realized immediately where they were. The table in the conference room. What the fuck was Bakura thinking?

"That's better," Bakura crooned, leaning over Seto and coming into view.

"We're not doing this here," he declared. "We're going back to my office, Bakura. Now." He would have just gotten up and dragged Bakura with him, but his hands were tied behind his back at the moment—which often happened after Bakura knocked him out.

It had become something of a ritual between him that he simply accepted: Bakura would show up on any given day, always late at night, whether Seto was here or home; they'd engage in brief banter, and then they'd either have sex where they were or Bakura would knock him out and take him somewhere else for the sex. There was always sex.

Initially, he'd been somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of getting off with the spirit that possessed his former classmate. The first time this had happened, Seto had asked Bakura if Ryou was alright with their doing this. Bakura had waved a hand dismissively and said that he had an arrangement with his hikari, at which point the instincts of Seto's sex-starved body had taken over.

They weren't lovers, because that term, Seto thought, implied some kind of emotional attachment. They weren't friends with benefits, because they weren't friends. They were more like acquaintances who occasionally had sex and never interacted for any other purpose. The most fitting colloquialism for that was fuck-buddy, and while Seto hated the sound of something so crude being the formal title for their arrangement, it was accurate, and he was a stickler for accuracy.

"You should really try being more adventurous, Kaiba," Bakura sighed, crossing his arms as Seto rolled off of the table and managed to catch himself on his feet.

"Doing anything sexual inside my office building is sufficiently adventurous for me," he growled as he left the conference room, focusing on keeping his balance.

In a matter of moments, Bakura was behind him, saying, "Would you rather I'd stripped you naked and dragged you to the roof as I'd originally planned?"

"That sounds very uncomfortable," Seto scoffed disdainfully. "And I have no taste for discomfort."

"Yet you enjoy it when I bind you," Bakura said with a smirk, stepping out ahead of Kaiba and taking a few steps backwards before stopping with his hands behind his back, making Kaiba stop as well.

"I never asked you to do that, though, did I?"

"You begged me with your eyes." His sultry voice was charming, but it was also meant to be persuasive, and Seto wasn't about to let himself be manipulated.

"Impossible. I don't beg, and the idea that emotions and desires can be detected in the eyes is a myth."

Bakura grabbed Seto by the shoulders and slammed his back into the wall, stepping close to pin him there. "You talk too much," he muttered before seizing Seto's chin in his fingers and pulling him into another rough kiss.

This one was deeper and lasted much longer, but when Bakura pulled back, he did something surprising: he slapped a large piece of masking tape over Seto's mouth. He must have had it since he woke up in the conference room, just waiting to use it. Seto glared at his partner as Bakura smirked and pressed a small kiss to his taped mouth.

"That fixes that," he purred, his bedroom eyes making Seto's heart race. The brunette reminded himself that it was just a physiological component of sexual arousal, and that the heart was a muscle that had nothing to do with emotions.

"Come, Seto, I'm not sure I can support you if we try to do this standing up." Even when he was aroused, there remained a permanent mockery in Bakura's voice. Maybe that was why Seto actually felt comfortable enough to engage with him like this, because Bakura's constant mockery meant that Seto always had his guard up to deflect his words. His heart and mind were never vulnerable.

Bakura put his hands on the other's shoulders and guided Seto until he was lying on his back on the floor and Bakura was undoing Seto's pants. "I'm sorry, but it's been a while, and I'm feeling very impatient right now—something I'm sure you can sympathize with."

Seto grunted unintelligibly as he glared at his partner. His entire lower half was now exposed, his pants bunched up around his ankles.

"Ih hew huin hee ah, Ih nehe—" Seto was attempting to speak despite the tape over his mouth.

"You do realize that I have no idea what you're saying, right?" Bakura chuckled, his fingers dancing along the corporation president's member so that he moaned despite himself. "What could you possibly be trying to tell me, I wonder?"

Seto squeezed Bakura's torso with his knees, holding him tightly as Bakura's tongue ran along Seto's length.

"You could be telling me that there are security cameras watching us." He bent down and swirled his tongue along the brunette's entrance before he continued, "You needn't worry about that; I'll sneak in and erase the security tapes when we're done." He pulled the small bottle of lube out of his pocket so that he could give his partner a little preparation.

"Hew ihn ooh hiwee o' yohell."

"Oh, that's too kind." Bakura chuckled before licking Seto again, this time inserting his tongue and causing a muffled, desperate moan to vibrate from his partner's throat.

"Just as I thought; you need this as much as I do."

Seto just growled with need as he shot the thief a glare. His growl turned to a strangled whimper as Bakura thrust three lubed fingers in at once. They both stopped talking then as Seto struggled to adjust to the sudden presence within him. Bakura didn't spend too long preparing him, though.

"I'll be away for a little while, so I want you to remember me while I'm gone," Bakura rasped, his mouth latching onto Seto's neck as he entered the brunette with a hard thrust of his hips. Seto cried out as his body arched, but the sound was muffled behind the tape.

"Don't cry, babe," Bakura murmured, his voice sounding rather strangled as he brushed away the sudden tears of pain that fell from those sapphire eyes. "I'll still suck you off when I'm done."

At half past midnight, Mokuba barged into his brother's office, tired, but not nearly as tired as he figured Seto was. Seto, however, had already fallen asleep at his desk. Mokuba shook his brother until he finally roused him.

"You promised you'd be home by midnight," Mokuba reminded him with a pout as Seto rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" Seto asked as he sat up, disoriented and groggy.

"Late." Mokuba gave his brother a glare. "Late enough that you should have gone home long ago. Come on." He grabbed his brother by the arm and started to pull him up out of his chair. Seto started to stand, but let out a groan and braced himself on his deck.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just—my back hurts," Seto grumbled.

"Well, that's what you get for sleeping in your office chair after spending the whole day there," Mokuba answered with a roll of his eyes.

Yeah, that's why it hurts, Seto thought to himself. As long as Mokuba believed that, he wasn't about to argue with him.

Author Notes: Is it pathetic that I feel like this is the most canon I have ever written Seto in anything? Please review and if you want to see more stuff like this, let me know!

Translations of Seto's gibberish:

"If you ruin these pants, I'll never—"
"You think too highly of yourself."