And here is where the fun begins! The next couple of chapters entertain me quite a lot.

In chapter 7, Bakura comes home after a long day at school and is pissed that Kaiba skipped out.

Warning: a little yaoi ahead. I am not good at doing lemons, so I'll plan to skip anything significant, but I might add a separate story later that's all lemon-y if Bakura so demands.

LET THE FUN BEGIN!


Chapter 7: Advantage

(Yami Bakura's POV)

Every part of me was sore. I groaned a little as I entered the house, closing the door behind me gentler than usual. My arms, legs, torso, back—they were all stiff.

Today had been the school's workout day. I didn't care to recall what the event's actual name was, but I knew that I hated it. It was everything from track, to swimming, biking, sports, and general physical exams. Eight hours of pure hell for my lanky British body to endure. And it hadn't escaped my notice that Kaiba was missing. He missed that day every year, always with some business excuse.

Pfft. Business my ass.

One would think someone as fit as Seto Kaiba wouldn't have any complaints about attending a day like that, or that he even might savor the chance to easily beat Yugi or Atem in physical endurance tests. (The little midget had nearly passed out after running a mile, and the pharaoh had flat out refused to take part in the activities. I really wasn't sure how the hell he managed to pass Physical Education every year.) Apparently, this wasn't the case, because every year it was the same damn thing: Seto Kaiba was just too busy to participate in physical activities. Even Mokuba had attended!

I waddled up to my room and changed out of my disgusting clothes to grab a shower. Hot water was never my choice, but I made the bathroom steam and slipped inside. The heat helped to relax my tense muscles and I just sat at the bottom of the tiled shower for a good hour, letting the heat soak in before climbing out to throw on some jeans.

Stupid Seto, skipping out on school like he was the damn ruler of the world. What had the prick been up to all day?

Still sore and stiff, I wandered into the hallway and made my way towards the kitchen to grab a sandwich before heading towards Kaiba's office. Mokuba was already there, sitting against the wall and drawing up something I didn't really understand. He looked up as I approached and smiled. I wasn't sure how he looked so fresh after today, but he didn't seem exhausted at all. Stupid Kaibas…

"Hey, Kura," he welcomed. "You lose your shirt?"

I scratched at my side a little. "Meh…" I hadn't even bothered to put an actual shirt on. There I was, standing in the hallway of my almost-home in nothing more than washed out skinny jeans that had huge holes on the knees. My white hair was pulled back into a messy, still slightly damp, ponytail and I knew I had to look pretty beat because I felt like shit. "I took a shower," I mumbled.

"You really need a shirt or something," he commented, smiling awkwardly up at me. Mokuba pointed towards a closet with his mechanical pencil. "There's some old clothes in there."

"Why do you care?"

"Just grab one."

I rolled my eyes and mumbled rebelliously before walking towards the closet and opening the large door. Inside were piles of old shirts and jackets hung neatly on wooden hangers. I could tell this was all Seto's old stuff. It smelled like him and definitely looked like the sort of shit he'd wear, but it was smaller. I wasn't sure why they'd keep this sort of stuff. Seto didn't strike me as someone who kept clothes as hand-me-downs, but it was possible Mokuba had saved it.

I sighed and leaned in to dig through the closet, somewhat curious as to what I could find, and managed to withdraw a jacket from the very back. It was black, and reminded me of Seto's old purple coat but it lacked the metal studs and the sleeves were short. It still had the logo, though. I tossed the hanger back into the closet and shut the door, pulling my arms through the jacket and turning towards a giggling Mokuba.

"So," I grinned toothily, "do I look like a total douche?" Actually, it wasn't so bad. It fit me and didn't look too long.

He seemed satisfied I was wearing something more than jeans, so Mokuba just nodded and returned his dark eyes to his doodle. "Yup!"

I inspected the jacket a little more before stepping beside the smaller Kaiba and staring at the office door. "So what's the prick doing?"

"He's relaxing."

"Relaxing?" Seto didn't relax. That was unheard of.

"Yeah. I gave him a couple glasses of wine to chill him down a little. He's had a hard day."

I arched a white eyebrow, still staring at the door. What an interesting tidbit. Kaiba was drinking. "He's just a pussy."

"Some guy tried to take over the company," Mokuba sighed before smiling up at me.

I turned my eyes towards him. "So you liquored him up?" He nodded. "Good boy."

"He's not drunk or anything. Just…tipsy. And tired."

"I'm tired too."

"We all had a long day, I think."

"So why are you sitting here?"

"I was waiting for you to come home." He stood, tucking the tablet under his arm and sliding his mechanical pencil behind a small ear.

"Hm? Why? Need help with homework again?"

He giggled and shook his head. "Naa. I just thought you'd wanna know about brother's condition."

My eyebrows lifted a little. What was he talking about, condition?

"He's had enough wine to relax," Mokuba hinted while smiling in that impish way he did when plotting something mischievous and walking backwards down the hallway. "He's really chill right now. He probably shouldn't be around anyone untrustworthy, though."

I eyed him. "Why is that?"

"Because he's susceptible to suggestion when he's relaxed."

My eyes tightened before I chuckled. "Why, you little bastard…"

He only chuckled back before he turn and shot down the hall. "Be gentle!"

I turned my red-brown eyes towards the door and gave a low snort. So Kaiba was easily manipulated when he'd had a few glasses of wine, eh? Just enough not to be drunk but still be considerably more relaxed than usual.

The rug-rat was determined to set up a scenario for me to take advantage of, but I never thought he'd go this far. Even so, I wasn't about to walk away from such a good opportunity, and so I opened the door and stepped inside.

Seto was leaning back in his plush office chair and from where I was standing I could see his eyes were closed.

The inside of his office was clean and well-decorated, though he did have an annoyingly childish model of a Blue Eyes mounted on the CEO's desk. It was a lamp, and its open mouth blew light down on his prim-and-proper wooden desk. He had a few piles of neatly stacked paperwork placed in specific areas. Kaiba had areas he put paper that was related to certain things, and I could tell he'd been firing people that day. Judging from the paper that was placed horizontally at the side of his left arm, he'd also been taking over a company or two.

"Get out," he breathed, not moving from his spot.

I closed the door behind me and moved towards him, ignoring his whining. He didn't say anything as I sat on his desk and moved his papers aside. Seto always made a fuss when his neat papers were messed with, but this time all he did was open one of his eyes and glower up at me from his position. "Hello, honey," I smirked. "I'm home."

Seto growled weakly but didn't especially do much else to rebel against my sarcasm like he normally did. It was a little disappointing, actually. He really was tipsy. I turned my brown eyes towards the empty wine glass and then looked back at him. "Go away," he murmured. It lacked that certain pungency that might normally shoo me away when I knew he was really serious. So rather than comply, I just leaned across him, picked up his damn dragon lamp, opened a large drawer, and tossed it inside. He watched me do this with his single opened eye, not even as much as twitching to stop me.

"Well, I feel better."

"Ass."

"Oh, relax." I pat him on the head and he growled again. "The baby tells me you had a shitty day. Care to talk about it?"

"Not especially." His blue eyes examined me, running over my figure before he met my gaze again. "Where's your fucking shirt? And where the hell did you find my old jacket?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear, either," I snickered. "As for the jacket, it was a little present from Mokuba." Seto just frowned at me, so I returned the conversation to him. "You've had a little wine, I see."

"Just two or three glasses," he admitted, closing his eye again. I frowned a little; even tipsy Kaiba was difficult to work with. "Now then, why don't you get out of my office and let me rest? I shouldn't have to remind you that you're rather dependant on me at this point." I frowned a bit stiffer. That wasn't fair! "Leave daddy alone for a while."

"Oh boo-hoo," I grumbled. Both of his eyes opened. Kaiba's irritation was palatable behind his woozy glare, but I didn't let that stop me from teasing him. "The businessman had to fight off enemies with stocks and graph-bars," I growled. "I had to run ten fucking miles today, so stop whining and suck it up." Before Seto could hiss the response I could see beginning to swell in his chest, I smirked and leaned in close to his face, making him bend back in his chair. "I think that we could both use some relaxation," I purred. "Some stress-relief is always a good idea, especially for tight-asses like you."

Seto followed me with his glazed blue eyes while I ran my nose along his jaw-line. "What are you doing?" Under normal circumstances this would have been followed by him shoving me away, but the wine seemed to tranquilize him, and Seto remained still as I shifted on his desk to inch closer.

He was a nervous creature when it came to physical contact and I was fairly sure that any wrong movement or word would permanently put him off, so I was being especially tentative and kept aware of his responses, but gauging Seto had always been difficult. I hoped the wine would weaken his defenses a little and give me the opening I'd needed.

"I'm just trying to help you relax a little more," I breathed into his ear. "That's all…"

He might have considered getting up had I not planted my ass in his expensive lap. It wasn't too uncomfortable, straddling him in this leather chair of his. I was preoccupied with keeping him pinned so I wasn't sure if he was looking for a route of escape, but it didn't feel like he was. Seto just let me continue to breathe against him, only occasionally shifting under me to get comfortable. He might even have been thinking about shoving me off when he put his hands on my bony hips, but if that had been the case he must have changed his mind because his hands just rested there.

Wow. That wine was like fucking black magic.

He made no decipherable sounds as I moved against him in efforts to get a response, but the fact that he hadn't threatened to stab me in the temple with one of his marble pens was a promising sign that he was enjoying himself.

This was exactly the chance I'd needed.

I'd break him.

Seto Kaiba had to have a sex drive and I was determined to find it.

Of course there was the question of the morality if this situation. Kaiba had been drinking and was at least a little impaired in judgment. The worst he could do would be to throw me out of the mansion, but Mokuba would get Ryou and I back inside by the following morning.

As for my Light, he'd be pissed. Sparkly fuchsia gel-pen was in my future for sure if I went through with this.

Was any of the drama worth it?

I hovered my face just about the CEO's and listened to the speed of his heart-beat pick up. Seto was holding a breath from how close our faces were. He looked sort of horrified, but also anxious and eager and curious.

Wine or no wine, if he'd wanted me to back off he'd have pushed me to the floor a while ago. That's what I decided, and that's what drove me to make my first move.

His Seto-Blue eyes quivered as I moved in. He allowed me to softly brush our lips and released the breath he'd been holding in; it came out as a muffled 'what'. I grinned a little before finally pressing our lips together and did this in the least-threatening way possible. Any wrong move and he'd toss me off his lap screaming like a drunken banshee.

But he didn't toss me off. He didn't complain. He didn't even move as I'd planted his first kiss – which turned into a second and then a third. I leaned closer and grinned when one of his hands slid higher on my waist. I hadn't been expecting that and his touch made me breathe a soft moan, which immediately caused every muscle in his long body to tense. He only relaxed when we parted faces far enough to make eye-contact.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice. I was already deciding on what angle to attack his mouth from next when he finally spoke. "Taking advantage of me, I see," he murmured. "Bastard…"

"Shut the hell up, Seto." I kissed him again, this time a little more demanding than before.

The alcohol must have already begun to fade from his system because he actually snickered pulled me towards him and invited his tongue into my mouth. Ho-ho-ho! Someone was getting brave! Seto was the sort of person that when faced with something he didn't understand was scared easily, but once he was more educated and comfortable, he was right back to his 'I know everything' self.

I wondered whether he preferred to be on top or on bottom, but his confidence would need to grow a little more before I could test that. But being gentle wasn't especially my forte and I looked forward to getting to push him around a little. Until then, I tested his confidence levels by occasionally withdrawing to make him come towards me or pull me towards him before we could proceed as before. Every time I did this I felt him grow impatient, which was exactly what I wanted. An impatient Seto, I thought, was a horny Seto.

"You're such a fucking tease," he rasped when I pulled back and let my white hair down. He was definitely getting excited. I watched him dissect my decisively seductive movements with his lusty blue eyes.

"Glad to see that you're relaxing." I leaned in his lap until my back was resting on the desk.

Score! He was such a perfect dog, leaning forward to pin me against the desk as I hoped he might. I was still in his lap and now I was grinning sand wriggling a little to tease him further. It wouldn't take much more before he'd snap.

What a perfect end to a shitty day.

I guess being patient really did pay off. Though, 'patient' didn't quite cover the sexual torture it had been living with Seto Kaiba for a month without molesting him – at least not seriously. I'd always been well-aware of how attractive he was, but was his personality that did it for me. Seto wasn't dumb or annoying like most people, nor was he immature or so predictable that it made observing or being around him boring. He was just as eccentric and bitchy as I was. I'd waited for the last several weeks until the moment was perfect to act, and (thanks to Mokuba obsession with getting Seto and me together) I'd finally gotten to act.

Come on, Seto…Take my bait…

I wriggled a little and made encouraging sounds. He was leaning over me, still deciding what to do about it. It looked like I might have to play teacher for a while, but that was fine with me. I enjoyed being in charge. I'd just figured he'd prefer to drive.

Either way, there was no way in hell he'd go another night a virgin.

- (Next Scene) -

It looked like I was still me the following morning, which was probably for the best. I was pretty sure that if it had been Ryou to wake up that Seto might have had a complete breakdown.

I figured that he'd want to 'talk' to me before we went to class to face the school-day. But Seto was the sort that might avoid me completely just because he was so freaking unsure of himself when it came to this sort of shit, and when he was unsure of something, he usually reacted by lashing out or just running away.

I wasn't the sort to really care so much about what he decided (I was confident in my ability to handle either scenario), so when I'd woken up, I'd just rolled out of bed (somehow not waking Seto up in the process) and got ready for class like I always did.

When he finally graced us with his sore presence, I was sitting at the kitchen table, gnawing on some Cocoa Puffs, and Mokuba was working on the coffee. (God bless that little rat-haired child. Ryou was good at making coffee but I always burned it, so I depended on Mokuba's parenting skills for my caffeine fixes.)

Seto was looking especially groggy that morning but I made it a point not to directly observe him as he moved into the kitchen to get his traditional toasted plain whole-wheat bagel with non-fat cream-cheese and black coffee with a single packet of Splenda (with fiber!). I stared at the back of my nauseatingly brightly-colored cereal box, not really reading it but sort of being irritated by how damn happy the cartoon bird was at this time of day. Cocoa Puffs was my cereal of choice because I would probably murder someone if I was promised chocolate in return, and I found this particular cereal was especially good at making my milk brown.

Why the hell was this freaking bird so happy?

I glowered a little at the picture, hoping that my eyes might suddenly evolve to shoot laser vision at the damn thing, while half-ignoring the messy-haired Seto as he sat down to frown at me from across the table. I could tell he was hoping to get my attention, so I just kept right on staring right at the damn box and tried solving the stupid little puzzles made for five-year-olds.

The CEO was studying me intensely. It was perhaps the most uncertain as I'd ever seen him. It was a little amusing, actually, that I had this magical power that I'd never known of before to make him like this.

He reached out and shifted my box from my field of vision, forcing me to make eye contact. I allowed it and stared blandly at the billionaire with my tired, semi-irritable eyes, still rather bleary from having slept virtually not at all the previous night – not that I was complaining. I hadn't gotten such sexual relief in months, especially since Marik and I had been banned from seeing one another. I'd screwed Seto pretty damn well, and he had to be sore because even I was tired after last night (though I'd probably fuck him again before class if he'd let me).

"Enjoying your cereal?" he asked in his most evenly sarcastic tone. It didn't do shit to hide his anxiety.

I could tell this was going to be one of those awkward conversations that I typically preferred to cut off one of my own fingers rather than endure. "Yup." I took another bite and grabbed my box to slide it back.

He frowned and slid my box away again. Our eyes met for the second time and I could see how his blue orbs were heavy enough to fall right out of their bloody sockets.

Blech… I hated this sort of shit.

I hated that he wanted me to talk about it. I hated that I should have to tell him anything at all. He was smart; he couldn't figure shit out himself?

It figured the one thing that Seto Kaiba wasn't sure about would have something to do with me and that I'd be in charge of his education to make him feel less insecure.

I just waited for him to say something, because Seto hated long pauses when he wanted to have a conversation. It was my way of forcing him to begin and it made me feel a little more in control of my life. In the meantime, I could sense Mokuba slowly moving out of the room to give us our 'alone time'. Damn brat was working against me this morning!

He continued to study me for any sign of how I was feeling about the event, but he got nothing. I know this because I offered him nothing. I just stared at him blandly and quietly ate my cereal. Seto looked away and I smirked a little at his irritation for the lack of information he was seeking. He tapped the table with his fingernails, deciding his next move. My cereal was already finished before he seemed to find his voice again.

"About last night…" Finally! He was being direct. I might have had to get up and put my bowl in the sink if he'd started talking about the weather or something. I leaned back in my seat and sighed to try and urge him forward. "You destroyed my good sheets." He tried giving me his best angry-Seto face, but I remained relaxed. He was beating around the bush, but at least we were closer to the actual reason he'd sat down. "I expect you to pay for those."

I shrugged and stretched my arms over my head, making tired sounds as my body began to wake up. "You're lucky I was so gentle," I snickered. "Otherwise, you'd have needed new pillows, too." That made him turn bright red and I smiled, which only made him turn redder. I'd never seen him that red before and it made me twist a little with satisfaction.

"You're such a whore," he growled. There was actually a little bit of honest exasperation in there, but it wasn't nearly enough to shut me up.

"Relax," I yawned. "I did you a favor. I'd never seen anyone with such sexual tension." He just glared at me, too angry or too embarrassed to respond. "A few more times like that and you might actually relax for once in your life."

I was pretty sure half of what made Seto so freaking tense all the time was a lack of sex. He was a seventeen (almost eighteen)-year-old boy and he'd never as much as kissed a person before last night. It was no wonder he always had such a huge stick up his ass! I couldn't go a few weeks without sex without being irritable (well, more so than usual).

"What makes you think I'll let you get anywhere near me again?" he spat. "I was drunk. You took advantage of me. I should throw your pasty ass onto the street!"

My eyelids drooped and my voice flattened. "I didn't do anything that you didn't want me to do, Seto."

"Want?" He stood and threw a finger at me in his typical, over-dramatic fashion that only Atem rivaled. "Who said I wanted anything from you?"

"Stop being so dramatic and sit down," I ordered, still staring flatly at him, "before I take you hard here on the kitchen floor." He immediately sat down and went quiet, growling a few retorts under his breath. "Good boy." I shifted to lean forward so I was close to him but he didn't make an effort to lean back. Instead he just stared at me with those uncertain Seto-Blue eyes of his. He was overflowing with anxiety and anger and lust and other emotions that I couldn't place, but I knew he was aware of his attraction towards me and that it made him immensely uncomfortable. "You and I both know you weren't anywhere near being drunk last night," I spoke somewhat quietly. "And even if you were a little tipsy in the beginning, you sure as hell weren't when you took your pants off, so don't offend me by hiding behind alcohol.

"Now then, how about we get right to the part that this little conversation is actually about, hmm?" His eyes tensed a little but he didn't ask what I was talking about so I just skipped his side of the conversation. "You're uncertain of yourself," I charged. He opened his mouth to rebuttal but I held up a finger to hush him. "You're questioning your sexuality, and you want to know what last night meant to me, you, and to 'the both of us'." The brunette remained quiet. "I really hate that I should have to talk to you about this, you know. You're a freaking genius. Shouldn't you be able to figure this shit out for yourself?"

He looked away, still too nervous to say anything.

It was pissing me off, actually, how elusive and childish he was being about the whole thing. I hit the table with a flat hand to get his attention back towards me, my teeth tight and bared to express my growing irritation. "Listen," I grunted, "I'm no good at this sort of shit. I'm not gentle and not especially affectionate. I'm not someone I'd consider nice or very capable of a relationship. But," I sat back, relaxing now that my anger had passed, "I happen to like you, Seto, so make of what night what you will. I'm perfectly capable of meeting your needs, whatever they might be. If you'd prefer that I keep my hands to myself, well, I can try," I snickered and he turned red again. "But if you'd rather I didn't…well, that's a good deal easier on my part." I scratched a little at my neck as he remained quiet, growling some before standing.

"Well, I'm done. Come talk to me when your balls descend." I picked up my cereal bowel and out it in the sink, preparing to walk out to head to the curb when he stood.

"Wait."

I stopped in the doorway and angled myself to look back towards the nervous CEO. "Yes?"

He stepped towards me and stared down from his strangely immense height for a few long seconds before finally speaking. "Listen, I don't want to get the wrong idea about your actions," he explained as I kept my eyes fixed on him and studied his eye color more. "So how about being a bit more specific as to why you did what you did?"

"Why I screwed you?" He only nodded a little. "I told you already: I like you."

"That doesn't really explain anything any better."

"Ugh… God, you're such a girl…" I rolled my eyes and dropped my bag on the floor before standing on my toes to kiss him. He shifted a little towards me, leaning down some to make it easier. I let it break after a few seconds, smirking some. He still tasted good. "We're going to be late for first period."

"Screw first period."

"Ooh," I chuckled, admiring how quickly his expression shifted from uncertainty to determination. "Goodness! That sounds promising."

- (Next Scene) -

We didn't make it to first period.

By the time we got to school, it was about fourth period, just before lunch, so we ended up making out in his car until the bell rang. There probably wasn't a point in making him go to school other than to get out of the house, but I made him go anyways. It was a good thing, too, because as we walked inside, ignoring the questioning glances of other students that knew they hadn't seen us in the earlier classes, I remembered I had an Economics exam in sixth period.

Seto kept pretty close. He always followed me around, but this sort of following was different. It was clingy, but in Seto-talk it was more about territory. He was keeping an eye on me, not just making sure nobody came near Ryou anymore, but now also to be sure no one else moved in on me. It was his way of telling everyone that I belonged to him.

This would be fun.

We sat down at our usual place. Duke and the Ishtars were already waiting for us. Malik had began eating before we arrived and it looked like he'd consumed about three bowls of fried rice and five corn dogs at this point. He was working on his sixth and Marik just kept his eyes on Duke so he didn't hurl at the sight.

"I see you finally decided to show up," Marik growled at me as I sat down. Seto nestled close to me, keeping our legs touching; how adorably un-Seto-like of him. Marik glanced between us, quickly taking notice of the pink stain on Seto's otherwise stiff face. He frowned and snapped his vision towards me. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean?" I grinned. "We just got in late, is all. Seto had a meeting and I tagged along."

"Liar," he snorted.

Malik just started on his seventh corn dog.

"Anything interesting happen while I was out?" I was hoping Seto would go get his lunch so I could eat off his plate, but it didn't look like he'd be doing hat today. Damn it! I was hungry, too! And now I had to sit here and watch Malik stuff his fat-ass face? Not fair. I frowned a little and looked at Seto as though maybe he'd pick this little bit up, but he just kept staring at Malik in a disgusted sort of way as he watched the Egyptian devour his eighth corn dog.

"Atem finally figured out that we've been gradually filing the legs of his chair to make it crooked and shorter," Marik replied, smirking a little.

"Aw! I missed that? Damn it!" I laughed.

Atem poked his head up at the other table and shot us glares.

"I'd hoped to be here for that, too," I snickered.

"I hope that 'meeting' was worth it," Marik commented, now studying Seto, who turned a slightly deeper shade of red.

"It was," I smirked. "It was well-worth it, wasn't it Seto?"

"Whatever," he grunted, still watching Malik eat.

"You dogs are spreading rumors about me again," Atem proclaimed as he came strutting up to our table, "aren't you?"

I smirked at him. "Of course. It wouldn't be a good day without making you look like an ass at least once."

"Scoundrel!"

"Pharaoh!"

"Prick!"

"Ass!"

Yugi came up from behind him, smiling gently. He was here to prevent any fights, like always. The little one was predictable, but I still liked him better than the pharaoh. "Hey, guys," Yugi beamed. "How's everything over here at the Kaiba Table?"

"Peachy," Marik snarled toothily, making Yugi take a short step back.

Atem puffed up and got between them. The two beautiful people exchanged growls.

"Now, now," Yugi hushed nervously before smiling towards me. "Have a good morning?"

"Very," I grinned.

Seto's face turned redder.

Yugi smiled and Marik groaned, unable to stomach the boy's happiness. "That's good! So…why were you late?"

"They had a meeting," Marik rolled his eyes, not trying to ignore Atem, who just kept straight on glowering at him. Now he was shivering. Maybe he'd explode. I wondered what 'exploded Atem' might look like while Yugi blinked curiously at the shade of Red on Kaiba's face.

"A meeting…?" The Game King looked at Seto, who was still watching Malik and blatantly refusing to look anywhere else. To amuse myself, I slipped a hand down and ran it over Seto's knee to make him sit upright and glare at me. I just kept on grinning, but Yugi's plum-purple eyes widened a little.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Seto growled a few curses at me but I just chuckled, keeping my eyes on little Yugi, who was now gawking a little as he mewled over his rainbowy thoughts. His massive eyes sparkled a little and I raised an eyebrow. Yugi smiled widely and I could tell he was getting excited about our secret news.

He giggled and bounced on his heels a little, causing Atem to turn and look towards him. "What are you getting so worked up about?" his brother asked.

Yugi kept beaming sparkles and ponies at me. I leaned back a little, somewhat intimidated by the sheer glee that was being shot from his eyes.

Seto finally noticed this and snarled, leaning back in the same way I had. "What?" he spat.

Yugi just giggled.

Malik ate his eleventh corn dog. Where the hell was he getting those things?

Just when I was sure Yugi would implode from keeping this information to himself, Atem and Marik randomly began to fight. We all turned our attention towards the two drama-queens as Atem tried to strangle Marik and Marik responded by pulling out a pocket knife, causing Malik (whom still had half of a corndog sticking from his mouth) to intervene and grab the knife from his twin. Marik shrilled and Yugi proceeded to try to pry his own twin off the blonde.

Seto and I watched all of this without moving from our seats, just basking in the moment.

He leaned his leg closer to mine and I smirked.

I just wanted my damn lunch.

We made it back to class without our little secret having been blown (though Marik and Atem just about killed one another a few times). Seto sat beside me, keeping strangely close, and this didn't seem to make it past anyone's notice; even Tea was looking at us. Everyone knew something was up, and I wasn't sure what Seto planned on doing when they figured it out. After all, we hadn't discussed if we'd wanted what occurred to be public, so I just decided to let fate play out and ignored them.

I just had to wait. It wouldn't be long before the ice was broken, not with Seto being so clingy and being so freaking red.

"Now, now," Mahad called over the rowdiness of the classroom in attempt to quell our noise. "Pipe down, everyone. Take a seat, please. Class is about to start."

I slid into my chair, snickering at Atem as the multi-color-haired pharaoh slid into his new desk (his filed-down one having been removed by the dutiful Mahad during lunch) and shot purple daggers at me while doing so.

Seto sat next to me, staying unusually quiet, and pulled out his phone to answer some texts. He was trying to keep himself preoccupied and not thinking about this morning or last night, but I smiled to myself for successfully making the CEO eager to get home so we could fool around again. That was what I assumed he was thinking about, at least, if the red stain on his face was any hint.

Yugi sat between his twin and the dog. I could feel his abnormally-large eyes boring into us. The shrimp was an observant little creature (how could he not be with those eyes?) and had been pretty quick to catch on to watch was going on with Seto and I. The Game King had been my little cheerleader for months now, and I was sure he was excited that Seto and I had finally screwed like bunnies, though my roommate and I weren't officially 'seeing' one another just yet. Seto and I hadn't gotten around to that talk. Whether or not he wanted to date me, exclusively or otherwise, wasn't clear yet, and I was patiently waiting for the rich orphan to make up his mind about the situation.

Until then, I assumed I had to right to just whore him up, which I planned to do – a lot.

"Kaiba's actin' sorta weird," Joey blatantly commented behind us, "isn't 'e? What's up?"

Yugi waved a tiny hand, laughing anxiously, and Seto just leaned forward some in his seat. "I'm sure he's just got a lot on his mind," the tiny classmate smiled. "Kaiba's a busy person, you know!"

"I dunno…"

I glanced over my shoulder, leaning back in my seat to scoff at the blonde. "Good morning, dog."

"Good mornin', dick," Joey grinned derisively. "Care to explain what's goin' on with the bigger dick?"

"How the hell should I know? I'm not his babysitter."

Yugi pressed his mouth into a line.

Joey turned his hazel eyes towards his little friend. "You look like you know somethin', Yug," the dog murmured. He squeezed his eyes and leaned in to inspect his best friend's now nervous expression.

Yugi shook his head and laughed again. "Who? Me? Naaaah!"

"Com'on, Yug! What's goin' on with Kaiba?"

"I don't know," Yugi laughed again. "Honest!" He shrank in his seat as Atem turned on him to glare with Joey. Between the two of them, he was doomed. Yugi was a pathetic little creature and it wouldn't take much more to make him break.

I watched with unconcerned eyes, just waiting for the pipsqueak to snap under the pressure.

Seto, on the other hand, wasn't so care-free. I could see his eyes widen some as he finally realized that Yugi had figured it out. He knew what was coming too.

I smirked.

This would be entertaining.

"Com'on, Yug!" Joey demanded. "Out with it!"

Yugi squealed and sank deeper in his seat as Atem leaned over to snarl at him. "Do you know something?" the larger twin boomed.

"No! I don't! Honest, guys!"

"He's lyin'," Joey mumbled. "Com'on, Yug! I'm your best friend!"

"It's…really none of my business to say," Yugi pouted feebly.

I snickered and Seto growled, still not looking up from his desk.

"Tell us!" Atem grabbed Yugi's collar, making his brother cry out in surprise.

During all of this, Mahad was just watching, his chin in his hand, his violet eyes flat. He knew he couldn't do anything but wait it out. Any argument that involved Atem was pretty useless to try and stop, unless Yugi was there to stop it, and since Yugi was the prey in this case, there was practically nothing anyone could do.

"Nnngh!" Yugi whined loudly as he was pressured.

In the background I could sense Marik watching the event unfold, eagerly awaiting for Yugi to break. He hated Seto for taking me away from him (not that we could really have dated before, and not that Set and I had been involved at all until now) and was probably eager for the news to be announced to the whole world that Seto Kaiba was gay—not only gay, but gay with an imaginary friend/insane person.

Malik remained quiet. He was probably just happy that he was full from lunch.

"YUGI!" both Atem and Joey yelled together.

"Kaiba slept with Bakura!" Yugi screamed, his face shooting red. He quickly covered his mouth, his purple eyes widening at having heard himself announce this to the class.

The classroom fell silent.

Nobody moved.

Nobody said anything.

Just…silence.

Seto's face was in his hands in attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Atem and the dog were gawking at the both of us. Joey just looked shocked and was a nice shade of white that nearly matched my natural skin tone, and the pharaoh looked like he couldn't decide to be angry, horrified, or disgusted. The rest of the Happy Squad was also staring with their jaws dropped. In the background, Marik was grinning devilishly and Duke was trying to keep Malik from eating an eraser that looked like a rice-ball.

At the front of the class sat our bewildered teacher. Mahad's eyes were almost as massive as Yugi's, and his mouth was squeezed into a squiggly line.

Surely none of this surprised anyone? I mean, it was so painfully obvious to me that Seto was gay, or at least bi, and we'd been living together for a good couple of months now. Did everyone doubt my seducing technique? Should I take their surprise offensively?

"…What?" Joey finally spat.

Atem seemed to decide that he was pissed. He snarled and stood, stomping over to glare at me. His lips were pulled back to show his clenched, crazy-white teeth, and his face was so contorted and tight that it looked like he could get wrinkles from holding the expression for more than a few seconds.

I blinked up at him, looking especially bored, keeping my expression blank. "Yes?"

"You…you…!" His body shivered. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. "You did what?"

"I. Fucked. Seto."

Atem snarled and threw his eyes towards the brunette. Seto was sprawled out on his desk, groaning pathetically. I didn't see what the big deal was, but it seemed he was more embarrassed about the situation than the actual news. Still, it was hard to tell what had him so upset. "You slept with the albino?" Atem cried.

Seto sat upright and shot the pharaoh a threatening look, suddenly regaining some of his normal don't-give-me-shit attitude. "It's none of your business what I do." I really could swear the CEO was bipolar.

Atem released a few select, angry noises, stomping a leather boot to exert frustration. "But how could you do that? He's…! He's…!"

"Sexy?" I finished.

Atem hissed at me. "I'm going to kill you!"

"What are you so angry about, anyways?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Did you really sleep with Kaiba?" Tea asked quietly from behind the overdramatic model.

"Damn right I did," I snickered.

Seto shot me a look but I ignored it.

Tea blushed. "Oh my…"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Marik stood and walked towards the front, stopping beside the still angry Atem to glare at me. "You mean to tell me that this just happened?"

"Well, Seto is a sensitive creature," I smirked. Seto groaned and face-planted his desk. "It took a while to butter him up and such, but I managed to break him."

Marik frowned. "I figured you'd been sleeping together for weeks now," he commented. "You've been living with him for a while."

"He's hard to break. What can I say?"

"This is an outrage!" cried Atem.

Marik rolled his eyes and put one of his hands to the model's face, shoving Atem out of the way and making him snarl again before Joey grabbed his belt and jerked Atem back into his chair. Finally – the dog came in handy.

"What's he so upset about?" Marik questioned me, his lilac eyes flat.

"I think he wanted to screw him first," I guessed.

"Makes sense. Still, I'm honestly disappointed it took you so long. I just assumed…"

"Not everyone's a whore like you, Marik," I snickered.

He frowned and scoffed before folding his tan arms and walking back to his seat where Malik was busy eating that eraser.

Mahad just sat there red in the face, not so sure what he was going to do next. What could he do, after that scene just unfolded?

Me, I was feeling just fine. Seto Kaiba was out of the closet just like me, and now everyone knew that he was mine, which is just the way I liked it. My brunette lover, however, wasn't so enthusiastic about having been outed so publically, and his beautiful face was still pressed to his desk.

"Oh, relax, Seto." I sat back in my seat, getting comfortable as we waited to see what Mahad would do with the rest of the now fucked-up period.

The CEO raised his head to snarl at me, his face bright red. "You son of a bitch," he hissed lowly. "I can't believe you just did that…"

"Did what? It was the midget that said it, not me. I was just being honest. You're not ashamed of me, are you?" I fake-pouted, making him snarl again at which I just laughed.

"Is it your personal goal to ruin my life or something?"

"Stop being so dramatic. You're starting to sound like the pharaoh."

Seto snorted before sitting upright and crossing his arms, glaring towards a now very nervous Mahad. "Whatever. –You."

"Me?" Mahad sank a little in his seat at the teenager's hard tone. The poor magician looked like he'd wet himself. I couldn't blame him, really – Seto was good at that.

"Get on with class."

"Uhh..y…you're sure…?"

"Just do it!"

"Okay!" the Egyptian squealed, grabbing his textbook.

The rest of the day was spent with that test I'd totally forgotten about (Ryou was going to kill me because I didn't even care to try and do well on it and it seemed likely that even the dog had done better than I had), and trying to keep Seto from having a breakdown. I watched as he faded between being secure and insecure with his current situation – that is, with him now knowing he was gay. The reason this surprised or distressed him eluded me, but it was interesting to watch him hop back and forth between being okay with the idea, and then becoming defensive.

It wasn't unrealistic to think that Seto might reject me, 'us', and decide he was better off completely cutting me from his life to protect his glorious self-image. So now I was stuck waiting for him to make his damn decision, all the while teasing him with occasional glances and carefully-planned contact.

There were moments that day that he looked like he was ready to explode from sexual tension, and I really couldn't be any prouder to get to say I was the one responsible. I mean, seriously, how many other people could just drop their eyelids a little and make Seto Kaiba horny?

It was the best gift ever.

We finally headed home. Seto was trying not to talk to me, and the ride back was tense. Mokuba just sat there, beaming a grin that I'd only ever seen Ryou capable of making. We both knew he'd figured it out and Seto chose not to make commentary about it (since he was still so embarrassed, no doubt, and wasn't fond of discussing it, even with Mokuba).

Mokuba made it clear he was going to be busy all night and was going to a friend's to finish homework, leaving Seto and I to ourselves.

One can imagine what ended up happening.

We didn't even eat dinner. Seto turned his freaking cell off (I'd never seen him do this and it actually caught me off-guard when he threw it somewhere in the vastness of his Living Room) and we ended up back in my room.

He was getting a little braver, but he still required some…education.

I was certainly not going to complain bout playing 'teacher and student'.

He wasn't as nervous the next morning as he'd been before. Seto sat down across from me, read his paper and ate his bagel, and did all of this without looking like he was going to implode. He occasionally glanced at me in a way he'd never done before, but I kept on with my groggy way of going about things, not especially different than I'd been in the past. At least without Ryou, I wasn't getting headaches.

Ryou.

Thinking of him presented an interesting question: what was Seto going to do about Ryou? He and I were obviously fuck-friends, but did that automatically include my Light? Curious to have my newly birthed question answered, I dropped my spoon into my Cocoa Puffs and titled my head to get his blue attention.

"What?"

I pursed my lips. Should I ask? "Meh." I dropped my brown eyes and took another bite of my cereal. I'd let him surprise me.

Never one to enjoy thoughts being cut off so obviously, Seto frowned. But rather than scold me like he normally might, he just lifted his paper and went back to reading.

Someone was in a good mood.

"So does this mean we're dating now?"

The paper drooped slowly, revealing his questioning eyes. Seto glared, because that's what he always did, and Mokuba slowly exited the kitchen with an apple stuck in his mouth. "…Excuse me?"

"I'm just curious," I shrugged. "You're not freaking out like yesterday. Have you finally conceded defeat to my hotness?"

He rolled his eyes as I wriggled my eyebrows. "Full of ourselves, are we?"

"Like you're one to talk."

Seto grunted and dropped his paper, folding it neatly and placing it to the left so he could give me his full attention. Wow. I hadn't had this much real 'attention' from him in a while, but he was focused wholly on me, his irises looking especially dark from the shadows his neatly combed bangs cast over them. "Who ever said I'd asked you on a date?"

I shrugged. "I was just curious. No need to get defensive."

"I'm not defensive."

"Yes you are."

He stiffened and I smiled. It was so easy to irritate him. Seto paused, still looking through me, before finally speaking in his most business-like tone: "I can't afford you."

"Oh? Am I expensive?" I teased.

"You're well aware of what I mean, Bakura."

"What's the big deal? You're gay. Who cares?" I waved a hand to dismiss it, sitting back and frowning at him as he remained still and serious. "So that's it? You're going to let other people tell you who and what you can be? You? Seto Kaiba?"

"It's not that simple."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head some as I looked away, unable to keep our eye contact for any longer. "Pfft… Whatever…"

I'd seriously thought I'd been prepared for his rejection, but…apparently not. My stomach was tight and my heart was racing. How could he just say no like that? Our attraction was so obvious. We got along well. I didn't even like the idea of 'dating' anyone (that implied too much permanency or dependence), but…it was Seto and I. With him, it was different.

Damn…

I sounded like a fucking schoolgirl.

"Whatever." I stood, grabbing my bowl, and worked to look as carefree as usual. "I don't care. I can get whoever I want, anyways. If you want to live in denial, that's fine with me."

Seto sighed a long breath behind me and started to say something but I left before he could even start.

I made it a point to avoid him once we got to school. Seto had been completely outed the day before and hadn't denied that he was gay, so I wasn't really sure what he had in mind about that, but I didn't care at that time.

Once at first period, I sat down besides a surprised Marik, and the Egyptian eyed me wide his wanting purple gaze as I slid into the chair. "And what's this about?" he inistsed, rolling his vision over me as I got comfortable in my old seat.

Malik leaned around his brother to blink at me. "You not going to sit with Kaiba?"

I didn't respond, so Marik grinned and shot Kaiba a snicker before scooting his desk closer. I remained still, staring at nothing in particular as the Egyptian purred ad leaned in close to speak quietly. "He do something?"

"It's nothing important."

"So he had a fit about yesterday," Marik guessed, glancing back at Seto, who just did as I did and stared at nothingness. "So…you're available."

"You know the rule."

Marik hissed but didn't move away. "Yeah. I know the fucking rule. But there isn't anything that says I can't rape you or something…"

I tilted my brown eyes towards him, resting my jaw in one of my cold hands. He was right about that, but my mind was mulling over different things than ways to get around Ryou's rule. Marik was about to become my tool to get what I wanted…again. I might have felt bad about it, too, if he weren't such a bastard.

Marik watched me as I smiled and leaned in close, keeping Seto in the corner of my vision. "You're right," I purred. Seto's eyes turned towards us, watching as I flirted. His eyes expanded some when Marik grinned toothily.

"So…can I? Does this mean I have permission?"

"Well, we'd have to make it look like an accident," I replied, slowly leaning back.

Marik eagerly moved closer, his lilac eyes wild and sharp.

Seto turned his head just slightly. He was watching us; listening to us. Good.

"I can do that," Marik snickered, tilting his head. "I'll catch you off-guard or something…"

"Good luck with that."

"Ooh… A challenge…" He chuckled, reaching out to tease some of my hair, which was pulled back again today. I watched Seto tense as Marik played and I grinned, keeping my eyes on the Egyptian, who had no idea I was actually only half-paying attention to him. "This is going to be so fucking hot," Marik grinned. "Gods… I've wanted you so hard the last few weeks…"

"I could see that. What about Duke?"

Marik tilted his head slightly more. "He's not as fun."

"Well, of course not."

"You're mine. You always have been mine."

"Now, now, Marik," I chuckled, "don't get ahead of yourself. We can't see one another. This will be a one-time thing."

"Says who?"

"I'm not letting Ryou go back to Atem."

Marik growled a little but I just leaned back more in my chair, forcing him to move towards me again. "One time it is, then. But I'll make it fucking hard…"

"Ooh. Don't make me such promises…"

"What if he doesn't believe you? That it was rape?"

"You'll just have to be especially brutal then, won't you?"

Marik's eyes glazed over and I thought for just a moment that he might actually attempt to plow me right here in front of everyone. "I won't disappoint you." He tried kissing me but before he could, Seto was up and standing beside us, a hand in my hair, jerking me from my seat. I shrieked, not expecting the tug, and reached back to claw at him long arms and release a few select curses.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Marik snarled, his face twisting and scrunching as I squirmed and complained.

"Dammit, Seto! Let me go!" I shrilled.

Kaiba was almost as strong as Malik, and I knew wriggling wouldn't do me any good, but I did it anyways. Everyone in class was watching us, and it was a good bet that Mahad was hiding under his desk. I could also place a healthy bet on the pharaoh kneeling down beside the desk in attempt to reassure the magician that noting bad was going to happen.

They were oh-so-predictable.

How boring.

"Back off, Ishtar." That was a tone I rarely heard from him. It was the one Seto used when protecting Mokuba or Ryou, and the sound of it soothed me until I stopped my yelling. I just stood there, holding the arm that controlled the hand in my tangled hair, my eyes looking straight-forward as I soaked his words in, only vaguely seeing the look of wrath on Marik's contorted face.

"You don't know what to do with someone like Bakura!" Marik hissed.

"You're just jealous because he prefers me over you."

Marik leaned back, his face falling, his eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

Seto released my hair but grabbed one of my wrists, tugging me roughly towards the door to pull me outside. Malik was screaming when the CEO slammed the door, and because he didn't come after us, it was likely that Malik had intervened.

"What the hell?"

Seto glanced down the length of the empty hall to make sure it was empty before pressing me against a locker, forcing our eyes to connect. I couldn't do more than whine because he was using the length of his body to keep me in place and I couldn't move if I wanted to.

"What's all this about? One moment you say you're dropping me, the next you're dragging me away for yourself. What the fuck is it that you want from me? Huh? I've offered you all I have! You rejected me, remember?"

"Fine," he grunted firmly. "Fine…" Seto was nervous, but he was also determined. It was a rare state of mind that I got to witness him experiencing, and my brown eyes were examining him as his blue orbs quivered. The orphan was so bloody fragile and indecisive an uncertain. But I didn't care. I just waited for him to move, which he finally did, planting a kiss, which I immediately accepted and deepened, allowing him to take control. I melted back against the locker, the only thing keeping me up being his pressure.

God. He tasted so fucking good.

Seto pulled back, forcing himself to make eye contact again, even though I could see his anxiety and embarrassment plastered hot-red to his face. "Fine."

"Fine."

He pulled back, letting me hold myself up with my own legs again, but both of us were dazed for just a few moments. We made eye contact again to reinforce what had just happened, and then he took my hand and started walking down the hallway.

"Where are we bloody going?"

"On a fucking date."

"You're not serious. In the middle of the school day? Oooh. Seto Kaiba is playing hooky."

"Shut the hell up."

So now, everything was perfect.


GAH. FINALLY, RIGHT? Long chapter, but at least Bakura and Kaiba are finally hooking up… God. Took them long enough Dx! It's like…1/2 way through the story!

Well, anyways, I am uploading some things you need to know about!

First, I am putting up a side story to this one. Fluff, really, with Kaiba and Bakura, s check that out. It amuses me to make them cute.

Second, and more importantly, the next chapter will be picking up after a story that takes place between now and then but is considered a side story too. It's called "The Sleepover" and is from Yugi's POV. That's right, people – YUGI. It's actually a really good little story and is part of the primary plot. I am putting it in another story heading because it's a little long and it would be hard to post it in this and keep it to the flow of the story's theme with Bakura and all that.

So be sure to read those!

Once all of The Sleepover is posted, I can begin chapter 8, and then chapter 9 comes pretty fast after that since it's almost finished. (I skip around a lot!)

I DO plan on doing a yaoi/lemon bit with Kaiba and Bakura at some point. It just didn't happen in this one because the chapter's already so freaking long (sorry about that).

Anyways, on to post the other parts!