Chapter Nine: Pressure

Yami unrolled his sleeping bag in the small, cramped tent; laying it between the two beds already set up. Making sure the zipper was facing away from Seto's bed, he left the tent. Bakura and Seto were sitting on opposite sides of a cracking fire, both roasting hotdogs while they glared at each other. Yami picked up his own stick that Bakura had carved for him and stabbed his own hotdog. He swung it over the flames and seated himself on the dirt between Seto and Bakura. Aware of the danger of looking at either of the other two teens, Yami kept his gaze solely on the ground.

Bakura lifted his hotdog from the orange flames and fold that it was on fire. Trying desperately to put his hotdog out, he flung it wildly up and down. The charred hotdog slid from the end of the stick and fell into the inferno of the fire.

"Damn it," Bakura moaned. Yami removed his hotdog from the fire and held his stick out to Bakura.

"Here, you can have mine. I'm not that hungry anyway," he explained quietly, keeping his eyes on the base of the fire. Bakura looked at him strangely, but accepted the hotdog. The pale teen couldn't help but notice the obvious growls coming from Yami's stomach. Pushing the thought out of his head, he stuffed the hotdog into a bun and devoured it. Seto was brushing the crumbs off his silk shirt when a whistle sounded through the air.

"Alright! Go to bed!" Iruka-sensei's loud voice echoed through the camp. All three of them stood and stumbled toward their tent. Bakura kicked off his shoes and disappeared under his blanket. Seto, smirking at Yami's back, stripped off his pants and shirt and crawled into his own bed. Yami, not wanting to tempt Seto any more than he already was, simply removed his shirts, leaving his leather pants on.

Bakura shifted to sleep right away, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Yami attempted to fall asleep, but his conscious was screaming at him, he finally convinced his body to drift into a fitful sleep.

Seto noticed the former Pharaoh's breaths lengthen and even out. He was finally asleep. The brunette smugly reached over and carefully flipped Yami's sleeping bag around, so that the zipper was facing him. He smirked and unzipped the black sleeping bag. Yami squirmed slightly as a rush of cold air hit his bare back, but remained asleep. Still grinning, Seto moved himself into Yami's bed and re-zipped it. He snaked his arms around Yami's lithe figure and pulled the shorter teen closer.

Satisfied with his new position against Yami's half naked body, Seto fell asleep, his arms still wrapped tightly around Yami's hips.

The wake up siren sounded early the next morning, as the sun was coming up. Its wail startled peaceful sleeps from their slumbers. Moans and grumbles rose into the air as the siren continued to go off. Even the heavy sleepers were woken.

Yami woke up and found a pair of arms twisted snugly around his body. He tried to call out, but a hand quickly covered his mouth. He struggled to get lose, but was forced to surrender as the arms tightened their hold.

"You fell asleep before we could have any fun last night Yami. Shame on you," Seto whispered softly passed his ear. The sound of a zipper being unzipped broke the feeling of the moment. Both Yami and Seto's eyes flew up to the tent's door. Unfortunately for Yami, lucky for Seto, the zipper pull got stuck.

Seto quickly pushed himself out of Yami's sleeping bag and stood up as the pull came undone and opened. Iruka-sensei popped his head through the hole and looked around.

"Time to get up, boys. Breakfast is in ten minutes. If you miss it, it's your own fault," he greeted them. "Bakura, wake up." The pale teen woke with a start as Seto nudged him sharply in the ribs.

"What the hell was that for?!" he screamed, steam threatening to pour from his ears. Iruka-sensei frowned and glared at him.

"Bakura, watch your mouth young man!" he warned. Bakura snapped his mouth shut.He settled his anger as best as he could and got dressed wearing a scowl. After donning a pair of black slacks and an overlarge hoodie, he left the tent after Iruka-sensei's retreating form.

Seto grabbed onto Yami's upper arm as he tried to leave the tent as well. Yami whirled around and gave a defiant tug on Seto's hold.

"Not so fast Yami. I didn't get to have any fun last night," Seto sneered, latching onto Yami's other arm also and held him in place.

"Seto! Stop it! Leave me alone!" Yami pleaded, still struggling to get away as tears began to run down his face.

"Hn, no. I don't think I will," the brunette responded. The outline of Seto's taller figure became blurred as another hidden memory slipped up to his present mind.

-Memory-

"Set, please, stop it! Don't do this to me!" Yami argued desperately.

"Hmm…..no, I don't think I will. I'm quite happy with the way things are going, my little whore," Set replied. He lifted Yami's shirt up and over the small king's head, leaving Yami's hands caught in the silk material.

-End Memory-

'Seto seems to be following the course of the past,' Yami pondered, his mind plainly refusing to return to the present time reality. The CEO took Yami's empty-headedness to his advantage and moved his hands to ravage the former Pharaoh's bare chest. To his delight, the lightly tanned skin had the complexion he had always imagined: that of a rose petal. As one of his slender fingers grazed one of Yami's nipples, the dazed teen was snapped back to reality.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Get your hands off of me!" Yami screamed, pushing himself away from the taller teen. Seto growled and knotted his fists in Yami's tri-coloured locks. Yanking the former Pharaoh's head back, he forced his lips to Yami's. The shorter teen gasped at the sudden action, accidentally allowing Seto's tongue to gain passage into his mouth.

Seto's tongue pressed against Yami's, who resisted the urge to gag and throw up. Seto smirked and continued to explore Yami's oral cavity as if he didn't need to breathe. Yami, however, was rapidly growing faint with the lack of oxygen.

Bakura reappeared in the tent to find a similar situation to the one on the bus before him. Quickly picking up his pillow, he walloped the intruding teen over the head. Seto staggered away from Yami and glared up in shock. Yami took the chance and scurried behind Bakura's protecting form.

"Why the hell did you do that!?" Seto shrieked at the top of his voice.

"You're not supposed to kiss someone like that unless they want to be kissed! And I'm quite sure that Yami didn't ask for that," Bakura shouted back. The tall brunette started towards the other two teens in the tent. Backing out through the unzipped door, Bakura held Yami behind him to protect him from the advancing CEO.

"I heard the yelling, now what is going on?" Iruka-sensei interrupted, walking up to their semi-secluded campsite.

"It was nothing sensei. We are sorry for disturbing you," Seto apologized, turning to Iruka-sensei.

"I hope it was nothing. Breakfast is starting now, it would be best if you were to hurry," Iruka-sensei explained, turning to leave. "I don't what to hear any more shouts coming from this direction, got it?"

Seto grumbled and returned to the tent. Yami released his death grip on Bakura's hoodie and backed away.

"Thank you Bakura. I don't know what I would have done," Yami sighed.

"Stay here, I'll get a shirt for you from that ogre," Bakura offered, disappearing into the tent. He returned a few seconds later, one of his own shirts clutched in his hand.

"Here, you can wear one of mine. That way you won't draw attention to yourself."

"Thanks again Bakura."

Pulling the loose shirt over his head, he followed Bakura down to the tables that had been set up for meals. On one of the large tables, a grand supply of pancakes sat steaming in the growing sunlight. Picking up a styrofoam plate, he continued to trail Bakura. Looking down at the food, he flushed as he took a seat beside Bakura.

"Hn, wasn't it pancakes that really started this whole thing between us?" Bakura asked before rudely shoving a forkful of pancake into his mouth. Yami's head flew up to stare at Bakura.

"Yami, look, about last night…" Bakura started. Yami's head dropped in another blush. "I didn't mind it."

Yami's eyes shot up again.

"You…you didn't…mind it?" Yami stuttered, not quite believing his ears. Bakura nodded.

"Yami, I love you."

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Cao: Zzzzzzzzzzz......Sorry about the lack of updates, I have exams right around the corner. I might be able to get another chapter up before then, but don't give it too much hope. For now, I hope this chapter satisfied your mind.