IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!! - This is the Yu-Gi-Oh! Yaoi portion of the Shipping List in order. Be forewarned. Some "pairings" will not be fluffy and cute. But they will all, hopefully, be believable. Rating's will vary.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi

Author's Notes: A day late again. Sorry, guys. Thanks for being so patient. And thank you for all the wonderful reviews - every one of them is wonderful! Nyaa!

Rating: M (for xxx-type stuff and language)

Yu-Gi-Oh! Shipping List #10

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Antagoshipping (Yami no Bakura x Seto) - "Simplicity"

At age twenty, Seto Kaiba was named Japan's youngest, most eligible bachelor by the country's leading gossip magazine. Furthermore, it was stated, he would have been on the list for years already, if the romantic adoration of underaged persons wasn't frowned upon.

And why was Seto Kaiba a nation's most eligible bachelor? There was of course his perfectly manicured looks (flawless, some might say), his fortune (he was the CEO of his own gaming company), and his family values (Seto Kaiba was rarely seen not in the company of his younger brother whom some have said he largely raised himself). But there were also the subtle traits he possessed that drew in admirers. There was his pride; it was in the way he carried himself and in the way that he spoke. He did not leave his home in disguise, preferring instead to face the world head on, and in contrast there was also an air about him that any admirer who had ever approached him had attested to. It was an aura that kept others at a distance as though an invisible shield were holding them at bay.

For these reasons, Seto Kaiba was awed and admired by the general population; a population filled with individuals who would never truly know him; indeed, few would even be blessed with a moment of his time. To those who did know Seto, no facade in existence could soften the cold, piercing gaze of his harsh and unforgiving blue eyes.

Seto Kaiba held the world at arm's length and with surprising compliance. All the world save one, disaffected soul.

Bakura could have cared less what Seto wanted. What Seto wanted and what he was going to get were two different things, Bakura had said. Bakura was not the type of person to honor anyone's wishes, personal space, or least of all - demands. Bakura, did whatever the hell he wanted, everyone else be damned. Bakura advertised it. He was not ashamed. Nothing Bakura had ever done had shamed him. In his own words, he was too far gone for that shit.

When Bakura had first gone to Seto he had approached with open intentions and without fancy words. "I'm tired and I'm getting fucking bored." he had told Seto, appearing at the foot of the CEO's bed one night. The fact that Bakura had gotten by all of Seto's security to do so had not surprised the CEO in the slightest.

Seto had demanded what Bakura wanted, had threatened him with hollow but meaningful threats (there was little Seto could do to a thousand years old spirit without involving his innocent look-alike), he had insulted him and told him to get out and not dare come back but Bakura hadn't given a rat's ass what Seto wanted.

"You're just like you were back then." Bakura had said, further upsetting Seto with talk of his past self. "I'll make you a deal," Bakura had went on "let's just fuck and I'll forget the whole thing in the morning."

He threw his shirt on the floor.

Seto had been appalled, enraged, disgusted, he had said he was going to do no such thing. Bakura hadn't seemed to be convinced.

"Don't tell me you get everything you need from those old men you meet with at Kaiba Corp." It was a challenge. "Or is a vibrator enough to keep you satisfied?"

The pants had gone next.

"I'll be gone in the morning. I won't tell. I don't want to ruin your life or blackmail you, I could steal your money whenever I want, I just wanna fuck."

Seto tried to think of other appropriate responses, but it became harder to think with Bakura's lips pressed against his and Bakura's tongue down his throat and Bakura's hand down his pants, gripping him with a firm hand. Seto found it harder and harder to relay good reasons to say no. It wasn't as though this could actually harm him. Bakura did not technically exist and Bakura was not a part of the daylit world that kept such close tabs on him. Bakura was not a disagreeable bedfellow as far as looks, or talent apparently, went. Seto was allergic to commitment and Bakura would neither offer nor demand it. To Seto's quickly fogging mind, the situation had seemed an ideal one.

And the morning after, Bakura had been gone, leaving no trace at all behind of his presence. Seto's daylit life had not deviated even slightly from the experience leaving him with the lasting impression that Bakura had the right idea. He had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, lust was a perfectly normal emotion after all, and without the distraction of a relationship, Seto was free to concentrate on work.

Days later, Bakura had returned. No words had passed between them, Bakura had simply undressed from the foot of Seto's bed and the CEO had moved aside. Seto found that one of the reasons he enjoyed their encounters was that Bakura was a challenge. Seto was addicted to anything challenging so their fights for dominance were enjoyable no matter who ended up on top.

After a time, Seto recognized that there were subtleties that he admired about Bakura; his shamelessness and direct, forward nature were among the traits that Seto respected about the thief and, he admitted to himself, he liked the way Bakura's long hair fell around them when he was on top or covered his back when he slept after.

"Why do you keep coming?" Seto asked him one night, after their activities had settled.

"Why do you keep putting out?" Bakura returned with a cocky grin that Seto hated. It was the least of the things Seto hated about Bakura, first and foremost his general personality. His vulgarity and lack of morals and detached attitude also sprang to mind, but Seto couldn't really say he hated those things about Bakura, they were just…Bakura.

Seto might have let it rest at that but his curiosity won out in the end. "I mean why do you keep coming here." Seto elaborated. "There must be others you could go to…better fuck partners than me."

"Not really." Bakura said, turning his head and grinning faintly in Seto's direction. "Guess I maybe kinda like you." Bakura gave Seto time to formulate a response to that, in no hurry himself. He wasn't leaving until he was damn good and ready no matter what Seto said.

To Bakura's surprise, Seto said nothing. He reached over, sliding his slender fingers into Bakura's hair and leaned forward, kissing the other with a passion that had only appeared recently in their gestures, generally concealed in one kiss after they'd separated and before they lay down for the night. It did not go unnoticed by Bakura that it was their second such kiss that night.

Seto was not going to ask Bakura to stay with him, to never leave or to join his daylit world. He was not going to tell Bakura that he loved him or that he wanted to be his only forever or that Bakura meant something significant to him. They did not need words because words were complicated and they both were too addicted to the simplicity of their escape to belittle it with complications.

In an unusually serene moment, Bakura lay across Seto to sleep and the CEO wrapped one arm around his back, deep blue eyes slipping shut as he took in the mixed scents that had overtaken his room of late. They were the smells of two men who silently found solace in each other that no other could ever provide. They were the soft smells of constancy in an unreliable world and the heady, thick smells of two bodies lying side by side in a moment in time, in the still of the night.

At age twenty-one, Seto Kaiba couldn't have cared less what gossip magazines said about him or if women fell at his feet.

He had fired two secretaries in two months time who claimed to have experienced haunting encounters with a volatile white-haired spirit whom one had claimed appeared from the shadows to threaten her after she'd snuck private documents in her purse only to vanish before her very eyes and another for walking in on himself and said spirit engaged in unmentionable acts against his desk which she had of course mentioned to every gossip magazine on the market who, of course, printed the story only to print a retraction the very next day after witnessing undeniable proof that no such white-haired individual had entered or left his office (the proof provided by both witnesses and security cameras).

Seto had even turned away a team of self-appointed "ghost hunters" with his patented scowl and a quotable reprimand of there being absolutely no individuals, dead or otherwise, in his building that he did not know about and that they should go acquire real jobs lest the general public get the impression that they were running a scam…which he was in a very convenient position to give them. Seto had never heard from them again.

The next secretary that Seto hired, went by the name of Ryou Bakura and, amazingly enough, his troubles ended there.

Seto Kaiba later said in an interview for an article in a technologies magazine, that he was proud of his accomplishments and, in life as well as the office, made certain never to do anything for which he felt even the slightest regret.

It was the most truthful interview he had ever done, with his company's vice president sitting next to him on his right, tackling the questions relating to product representation and future developments, his personal secretary, setting in an armchair at the side to record the interview, introduced as his most trusted assistant, and Bakura, leaning against him to his left, bored as hell and subsequently ignored, introduced simply as Bakura, with no further explanation.

Seto Kaiba had grown to admire simplicity. It was likely his favorite thing about Bakura; that the thief would never feel the need to explain himself with long-winded explanations for his behavior. He didn't care what anyone else thought of him. He didn't care if the interviewer knew his name or not, he wasn't about to give out excuses for his presence, it didn't bother him to be referred to as simply Bakura, he would neither outright deny or assent to any relationship he might have with Seto, it was his own business and no one else's, and lying across Seto's chest at night, he didn't care if Seto thought they were "together" or thought of them simply as familiar fuck buddies, he wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't promising anything.

"Let's just fuck, and I'll forget the whole thing in the morning."

"What a lie."

"I never promised you anything."

Post whatevers: Next up: Roba x Kotsuzaka. As always, please review if you liked. Ja!