Rust-colored eyes were fixed on cerulean, searching for any sign of mistrust or fear.
He knew he wouldn't find any. He never did...
He sat on top of the brunet, pressing his knees lightly on his ribs. Seto's hands were tied to the bed frame with his own blue tie. Oh, Bakura loved being in charge.
He pressed the blade against Seto's throat, who simply gave him a smirk.
"Scared...?" the thief smirked.
"No." Seto responded in a steady, calm tone.
"I could hurt you..." Bakura growled, leaning forward so his face was a few inches away from Seto's.
"You won't..." Seto stated, sounding as calm as before.
Bakura took the blade away from his throat, only to tear through his shirt impatiently. The loss of said shirt didn't seem to matter to Seto, who shivered and let out a small moan, as the cold metal was now pressed against his naked chest.
It didn't hurt, not really. It was frustrating, in the best way possible.
He let out a small moan once again and arched his head back, as Bakura was running the knife along his stomach, living a trail of light cuts on his skin. The thief leaned forward once again, sucking and biting his lover's nipple- still pressing the blade on his pale skin.
"You put too much trust in me..." he whispered, meeting Seto's gaze once again.
"Or perhaps... I think you don't have the guts to do it, after all..."
With a quick move, Bakura stabbed the pillow right next to Seto's head, smirking at him, before capturing his lips and dragging him in an intense kiss.
Anyone else would probably consider giving this sort of control to Bakura crazy. Seto, however, trusted him. He trusted him with the knife, he trusted him with his body.
Bakura knew what he wanted, he knew how to take care of him.
Giving control to Bakura was always intense and exhilarating. Almost as good as taking that control from him when he least expected it...
Bakura's hand slipped in his underwear, causing him to moan again.
"Shush, pet..." he whispered in a tone that sounded soft and threatening at the same time. He placed the knife on the bedside table and dragged Seto's pants to his ankles.
"Bakura..." Seto muttered, kicking off his tight jeans.
"What is it?"
"You know I trust you..." he whispered, locking his eyes with his thief's.
"Yes..." Bakura whispered softly, with a hint of a smile in his voice.
"Do you trust me...?"
He stroked Seto's chest softly, looking lost for a few moments.
He didn't really need time to think of a proper answer... he knew exactly how he felt. And to Bakura... that was frightening.
"Yes... Yes, I do." he answered.
Seto smirked. "Bad idea."
"Why is-"
Bakura never got the chance to finish his sentence, as he was soon pushed back and pinned on the bed.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at the man who had him trapped at his embrace with confusion.
"How did- Damn, I should have checked the knot..."
"Turns out the Thief King can't even tie a knot properly..." Seto smiled, obviously enjoying his victory.
Bakura struggled for a few moments, shooting at Seto some of his favourite insults in Ancient Egyptian... only to eventually give in to him.
"You fucking- I should never let my guard down like this..."
Seto crushed his lips on Bakura's, silencing him.
"Well... now you get to see what happens when you let your guard down around me..." he whispered in the thief's ear.
Bakura received that as a promise... and indeed, it was meant as one.