Yami Bakura stared down at the young CEO asleep in his large, empty bed. The damned, arrogant bastard was always pushing his buttons, even as he glared at him with those vivid sapphire eyes and stood with his hips thrust forward in an unconscious display of his male dominance. He emanated an aura of intense pride and masculinity, and Bakura salivated at the idea of getting a chance to break him.
Seto stirred in his sleep, tossing restlessly in a way that made Bakura's groin clench. The thief quickly undressed, draping his clothes over a nearby chair. Then he slid into bed beside the billionaire, still feeling incredibly smug about his success in sneaking onto Kaiba's property, into his house, and even into his bed. No other thief could brag of such a feat. He was the only one. It was any man's guess, though, if he was the only person to ever handcuff Seto Kaiba to his own bed. Secretly, he hoped he was.
With one cold hand, he tilted Seto's face towards his own and began to kiss him languidly, waking his unwitting bedfellow with his lips and tongue. When Seto awoke, though, Bakura could feel it. The teen jerked in bed as he sought to dislodge the intruder, but Bakura had climbed on top of him and pinned him down while he was still in the process of regaining consciousness. Seto began to panic as it sank in that his hands were restrained and he was being molested in his own home. Bakura tugged at Seto's lower lip with his teeth until he tasted blood, sucking at the gratifying fluid. When he finally broke the kiss to let his victim breathe, the shocked and horrified expression on the teen's face was rather amusing.
"Remember me?" the thief crooned as he caressed Seto's neck with one hand, mimicking a stranglehold with a disturbing gentleness.
"Bastard," Seto growled, knowing better than to try calling for help. Bakura would just kill him, or worse. Besides, the idea of being found by his security agents in such a compromising position was absolutely mortifying.
"That's no way to speak to your former lover, now is it?" Bakura scolded teasingly. "Surely you remember now, don't you?"
Seto's face was red as he struggled underneath his captor, futilely attempting to break free. Truth was, he had started to remember, but he couldn't admit it to himself, and especially not to Bakura. The Spirit of the Millennium Ring pressed the flat of his long knife against Seto's bare chest, stilling his struggles with the unspoken threat. Then he leaned in against his ear and began to whisper reminders of their ancient past.
"Do you remember how you sought out the Thief King of Kul Elna to ease that lonely ache you felt as a young man? Do you remember how you would scream as I fucked you to the Shadow Realm and back? Do you remember how you would beg me for satisfaction, how I was the one to teach you how to make love?"
Seto's face was red as he stared at Yami Bakura, too horrified by what he was hearing to react verbally. Even worse, he was seeing faded images, flashes and snippets of memory associated with the words he was now hearing. He saw what his captor was talking about, and he shook his head as if to dislodge the unwanted memory.
"Ah, well, if you don't remember, perhaps I need to remind you, hm?" His purrs sent chills down Seto's spine. Bakura made quick work of what clothing Seto was wearing, savoring the delicious sense of victory and power as he watched the ancient wielder of the Millennium Rod writhe helplessly beneath him.
Bakura then began the real torture, which was exercising his somewhat sadistic sensuality on the brunette, biting his neck, collarbone, and chest until the pained moans turned to pleading groans. He had him right where he wanted him, vulnerable and on the verge of begging for mercy. He wouldn't give him any satisfaction, though, until he heard the great and powerful Seto Kaiba get down off his high horse and actually beg him for it.
The Thief King teased his body, taunting him with the edge of glory but denying him it until the words finally fell from his mouth. Eventually, Seto reached his limit and surrendered, too relieved in the moment to care anymore. Bakura had kept the pleasure going for so long that Seto was reduced to a sweaty, limp, quivering mass by the end of it all.
Bakura lay beside him, tracing his finger in lazy circles over the brunette's body, making him shiver.
"Will you uncuff me now, you son of a bitch?" Seto tried to growl, but it just came out more as a pathetic, husky whisper.
"That's no way to treat the man who just stole your virginity, now is it?" Bakura teased.
"Don't flatter yourself," the CEO retorted weakly.
"You have all the ferocity of an adorable little puppy dog," Bakura crooned, stroking his fingers through Seto's sweat-dampened hair.
"Don't you dare call me a dog!" Seto hissed, actually managing to sound somewhat threatening this time.
"How about this, I give you two options: 1, I uncuff you now, but come back again later for round two; or, 2, I leave you cuffed without the key but promise to never return. Your choice." Bakura grinned, flashing his long canines in a predatory smile as Seto scowled at his ultimatum.
He couldn't face the ignominy of his servants or anybody seeing him like this, yet it would be necessary because he would never be able to free himself all on his own. Anyone who saw him like this would know, more or less, what had happened, and the only thing that could make things worse would be for someone to know that any of this had happened.
"Damn you, Bakura," Seto muttered, hating every moment of this. "Uncuff me now."
Bakura chuckled as he moved away and stood beside the bed, beginning to gather his clothes and dress himself. "I knew you wanted me to come back. You're sick of being alone, aren't you?" He snorted. "Trust a weak soul like you to be bothered by such a trivial thing as loneliness. I should have expected as much, since you were like this in our last lifetime too."
Kaiba didn't even deign to respond to that. When Bakura was fully dressed, he leaned over the bed and slipped the key into the lock of one handcuff, then the other, taking his time in freeing his victim. Then he looked down at the teen with a savage smile and leaned down to kiss him one last time, giving his lip a sharp bite before pulling back to leave.
Seto lay trembling on the bed, but gathered his wits enough to call after the Thief King: "I hate you, Bakura."
Bakura just grinned sadistically and replied, "And I hate you too, Seto," before slipping into the shadows of the night.