Continued from previous chapter...
Seth contemplated his options for a few moments, then followed Seto into their quaint shack. He found him getting a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen of the one-room domicile. Its single room was quite large and contained a kitchen, a king-sized bed, a large teak wardrobe, and a wicker couch with a matching love seat and coffee-table. The porch wrapped around the entire building, the hot tub hidden away on the back porch. The house was outfitted with minimal electrical outlets, the entire house solar-powered. No TV, no computer, no internet. There was a sealed shed of emergency supplies in case of a hurricane, a much larger house on the other side of the island, and a boat launch about a thousand feet from each building. This shack was meant as a romantic hideaway while the other was built for the purpose of hosting a dozen friends or more. Seto figured Mokuba would be a quite popular young man who would make use of such a house; he was always better with people than Seto was.
Seto didn't speak to Seth, didn't even look at him when he entered.
"Are you really going to sit in here and pout all day just because I teased you?"
"Yes." Seto turned towards the back door, intent on leaving Seth behind, but Seth was quick to grab his shoulder and turn him around.
"You know that I didn't mean any harm by it. It was just amusing because it was something I'd never even considered before, and that just made it more hilarious."
"You do realize that you're not actually making things better, don't you?" Seto snapped angrily, his eyes narrowed aggressively. He tried to tear himself out of Seth's hold, but Seth grabbed his other arm as well.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I wrestled a crocodile in the Nile River?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Seto asked in exasperation, still trying to free himself.
"Just listen," Seth hissed, which was enough to make Seto go still and glare past Seth's shoulder. "I was swimming in the Nile one afternoon, and the eight-foot beast took a snap at my legs." Seth released Seto only to grab hold of his waist and toss him over his shoulder, making Seto shout in surprise and kick his legs indignantly.
"Put me down right now!"
"I dodged its jaws," Seth continued, striding confidently towards their bed. "And was out of the water quicker than lightning. It glared at me from the surface of the water and made another go at me." He dropped a wriggling Kaiba onto the bedspread and pinned him with one hand on his chest. "It opened its jaws and I hurled myself at it before it could try again. I held its jaws shut with my bare hands"—Seth kissed Seto at this point, and he could feel the tension in the brunette's body seeping out of him—"And when he tried to roll onto his back to crush me, I wrapped my arms and his neck and twisted good and hard." His face was hovering over Seto's, and he could tell by the look in his eyes that he'd succeeded in getting him hooked on the story.
"What happened next?" Seto finally asked, too curious not to.
"I snapped its neck, thus killing it. We stripped its bones, preserved its hide, and I kept the skull as a trophy." He pressed his forehead to Seto's, his eyes softening. "And if that's what I did to save my own life, imagine how much more I'd do to save yours." He studied Seto's face closely. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes," the corporation executive admitted with a small sigh.
"You don't have anything to fear when I'm with you." Seth's lips pressed to the underside of Seto's jaw. "If a shark attacked you, I'd tear it to pieces with my hands," he whispered against his throat. "If a jellyfish stung you, I'd puree it in the blender while it was still alive." He swiped his tongue across Kaiba's shoulder. "If a stingray got within a hundred feet of you, I'd kill it with a speargun." He lightly nibbled at the teen's collarbone. "I'd never let any harm come to you. I wouldn't ask you to come swim with me unless I knew it was safe."
Seth's erection was poking firmly into Kaiba's thigh, so Seto shifted his hips a bit until it was pressing into the bed-spread instead. "I suppose you want me to come swim with you now, don't you?"
"That's the idea," Seth chuckled, wiggling lower down the other's body to take one red nipple between his lips, making Seto gasp sharply. "I did put all of that sunscreen on you, after all."
"Are you sure you want us to go to sea to have sex, because this seems like a perfectly comfortable place to do so."
"Yes, I'm sure, but only if you agree to take these off." Seth plucked at the elastic waistband of Seto's trunks indicatively.
"Fine." Kaiba gave in, and Seth sat up, allowing his lover to stand and remove his trunks as requested. He kicked them off his foot, and a moment later, felt Seth wrap his arms around him from behind, his erection brushing along his spine. "Happy now?" he asked somewhat breathlessly, wishing that he could hide his reaction to Seth's attentions, but it was impossible now that he was naked.
"Quite happy indeed," Seth purred. "Especially if you're happy." He released Seto and took him by the hand to lead him out back to the sea. He walked them up to the edge of the aquamarine water, walking them right into the shallows. Seto's grip on his hand tightened, and Seth glanced over at him with a reassuring smile. Seto focused on watching his step, not wanting to find his toes pinched by crabs or stubbed on stones. When the water was lapping well above their waists, Seth released his hand and dove under the surface of the warm, tropical water. Seto stood still with his arms wrapped around himself as he watched Seth stroking through the water with such agile dexterity that he looked like he was in his element. When he surfaced again, his body glistened with water droplets. He shook his head once to let the water fly out of it.
"Come on, the water's lovely!" he called out from several meters away, beckoning to Seto with one hand.
"It looks pretty deep over there." Seto didn't move an inch as he watched Seth from afar. Seth, puzzled, stroked through the water back to his lighter half and stood on the pale sand again, the waves buffeting them both as they swayed in the water.
"Is something wrong?" he asked with concern.
"I'm fine." He normally snapped such a retort, but he was more relaxed now than he had been earlier, so the anger he'd been harboring was spent.
"You don't look fine. You look..." As Seth tried to pick out the most fitting word, Seto wrapped his arms more tightly around himself, looking down into the water suspiciously. "You look uneasy."
"I'm fine," he repeated without looking up at Seth, who raised an eyebrow at him, clearly unconvinced.
"But...?"
"I just... never swam in the ocean, before. That's all."
"You've never gone swimming at all before, have you?"
"If you start making fun of me, I'll—"
"Wouldn't dream of it." Seth put his arms around Seto and lifted him up, wrapping his long legs around his waist. "Does it make you feel better if I carry you?"
Seto, with his arms now looped around Seth's shoulders, nodded a little, feeling profoundly embarrassed. Seth kissed one blushing cheek, then the other, then fluttered his lips against Seto's tenderly. More at ease now, Seto closed his eyes and relaxed in Seth's hold. The High Priest's hands moved down to palm Seto's ass, giving it a light squeeze as he aligned their hips better and started to rock against him. Kaiba moaned, responding quite eagerly. He released Seth with one arm so that he could reach down between them and try to hold their members together. It was hard to do so with one hand, though.
"I'll hold you," Seth panted, as if he'd read Seto's mind. "You can let go; I'll hold you." Seto looked at him, scrutinizing his expression for any trace of mischief. If there was even a small hint that he felt inclined to toss him out into the water, Seto would flee him immediately and head for the shore. He didn't see any hint of betrayal, though, so he let go, trusting himself to Seth's hold as they thrust against each other in the ocean in broad daylight.
