What Is Love?
by Shadowesque13
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: Do they even really know anymore? SethxSetox?
Dis: YGO (c) Kazuki Takahashi
A/N: And no, I don't know who the other is supposed to be, so don't ask.


So it really wasn't the kind of love that Seth thought it was. The priest believed it was, and as long as he kept playing the part, Seth would never know. It wasn't exactly that he didn't feel anything for the Egyptian. He was like a best friend, a close companion. The sex was good, and he didn't mind the affection, the attention. But he certainly didn't love Seth.

He didn't have the heart to explain it. Seth's heart was still intact, and he was happy. And Seto had him. Seth didn't know about him. He was the one that made Seto happy. To the teen, Seth merely held him over. Until Seto met him again. The love was there. The passion was there. But here, it was just sticky, bittersweet night after night. Seth felt love. Seth felt passion. Seth was blissfully unaware.

Seto gripped the sheets a little tighter and gave another moan. Compared to when he was with him, it was merely half-hearted. But Seth would never know. The priest went in again, grunting and panting. There was love when he wanted. There was comfort. There was sweet talk and holding, and there were soft kisses. There were promises of love eternal and never letting go. He knew about Seth, but they never talked about him.

Seth laid beside Seto, content smile on his face. His head rested on Seto's shoulder, the two relaxing in each others arms. Love…was this really love? A false love was the best thing for them both. How long could Seto keep up this charade? Why did he feel a knot in his stomach as Seth sighed, breath against his neck? What if his façade fails, and Seth finds out? How happy would they be then?

The priest noticed the tension and lifted his head lightly. "Love," he breathed in a tired way, "what's wrong?"

Everything. Nothing. Him. Himself. Him. Perhaps this knot would go away…

"There's something…I need to tell you."