So on request, here is another drabble to go hand-in-hand with my first one for Define Selfish. However, I'm not at all proud of this one. I don't like it one bit…
But I hope you enjoy and will be kind enough to review. By the way, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters mentioned here. This again is a sort of tribute to the two characters and their wayward love.
The Passion of Sin
He had grown up to be selfish and yet he couldn't help but feel as if the definition was fleeing from his mind. As their tongues meet in a passionate embrace, he knew that he wanted him. His whole life had been bent on Kul Elna and, yet, the tongue that traced its path on the roof of his mouth brought him farther away from their screams. He knew it couldn't be just selfishness then. He knew that it was a dangerous concoction of both need and wants that kept them together:
He provided a place of intrigue for the priest flustering gracefully in his grasp. The priest had been outside in his own village where he grew up, but that was now filled only by the scenery of the palace. And the King of Theives had been too many more, far dangerous places than that. As Seth's graceful hand trailed down the scar and wrapped around the thief's head to pull them together, Bakura moaned. He was a demon and Seth wanted that sort of danger for himself. Bakura knew that he, himself, would be the young priest's downfall and that made him worst than he had been.
Bakura slammed Seth against the wall next to the window and pressed his groin harder into Seth. Their intermingling breaths were hardly discernible amoung their still locked lips.
Seth was a diamond to him. He sparkled in the sunlight when he walked. It wasn't the gold pieces that adorned him either. He had a glow that Bakura wanted that had lead him to the priest on that fateful night when they meet. With all the blood, the death, the destruction that built behind his grey eyes, Bakura had been almost blinded by that light. And ever since he first laid eyes on it, he was drawn in like a moth to a flame. Seth was his light, Seth was his soul. And that was why Bakura knew that Seth, too, was his downfall.
It was a perfect combination really. That the two were each other's salvation and the other's demise. It made the passion between their heat-filled bodies more dangerous and more alluring. Bakura ran his hands along Seth's waist and pulled him from the wall into him. His kisses tasted like nectar and the juice of it always made him interested if that was what sin tasted like. He sucked on Seth's lower lip in contemplation. Selfishness was a sin, one of the greatest ones in the land of Egypt, in fact. And Bakura and Seth were both drowning in the substance carelessly, and hopelessly, lost in the hunger of each other's eyes.