Yes, I realize this is probably SHORTER than the intro (oops) but still…I couldn't think of anything to add.
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Yami grinned lecherously in his 'sleep.' Perhaps it was because his breathing was irregular, or perhaps it was because of the way the ex-Pharaoh moved against him, but Seto had a sneaking suspicion the body beside him wasn't residing in the land of dreams. He raised an eyebrow as a hand slinked across the cover and reached quietly for his shirt. Frowning faintly, he caught it in midair and gave it a warning squeeze. The grin widened on the other's ruby lips, and he wasn't particularly happy.
"I don't think so."
The ancient king opened one eye, smirking faintly. Sighing, the renowned CEO rolled his eyes and stood; he turned when he found his wrist caught in the strong grip of tan fingers. He tilted his head slightly, eying the 'teen' lounging on his bed.
"C'mon love, just relax a bit..."
"What did I say about lust, Yami?"
"That it's normal?"
"Not quite what I remember saying, Pharaoh"
Yami gave a delicious pout, batting his lashes at the taller figure. He twisted in his leather shirt in a way he knew made any fangirl's mouth water, shouldn't it have had a heightened effect on his lover? Apparently not, he thought as the aforementioned lover rolled his eyes and glared. He sighed, but a mischievous grin formed on his lips. Though forcing, raping, the ex-priest would entirely ruin what little trust there was rebuilt within their relationship, starting it off a bit forcefully wouldn't be the same. He tugged the brunette violently and the blue-eyed teen fell on the mattress, face down. Purring like the impish feline he was, Yami flipped the adolescent on his back and sat on his hips, licking his lips seductively.
"It's not the same, Blue-Eyes..."
The unhappy boy growled faintly. "I say it is. Get off me NOW."
Yami pouted, amused, though sighed inwardly. He wished Seto could just... forget. But betrayal never could be easily forgotten, and the Pharaoh had only brought it upon himself. He slowly traced the contours of Seto's face. The cold CEO allowed his defenses to drop as he sighed brokenly, nuzzling the deep bronze hand, shutting his eyes tiredly.
"Oh, beautiful...I'm so sorry..."
Seto opened his eyes halfway to watch the crimson-eyed world savior.
"For what?" His voice was sourly acrid.
"For not believing in you."
Cerulean spheres flitted away from him, inspecting a nearby broken thread within the covers. "Why? It's utterly natural to feel doubt."
"Yes, but…" he looked away from the quiet, tired-of-the-world teen that had met hard reality much too early, both times. "I should've trusted you more than a bastard I'd just met, especially since I had no idea whether or not he was trustworthy… And I didn't… And I'm sorry."
Seto lay unmoving, vaguely noting that it was the first time someone had managed to give him a creditable reason for being apologetic. He halfway returned to his senses when he felt the ghost of a kiss grace his cheek, but he preferred to remain immobile, too tired and barren to react to whatever his lover decided to do. He felt the soft, hot whisper of the game king's breath against his neck but readily ignored it. A murmuring voice and the thick smell of burning sage permed his senses. A recognizably taunting, jeering voice rose from the back of his mind.
"You're uuuuuuuuuseless… You knooooooooooooooow it… Baby Seto's wooooooooooooorthless…"
He didn't particularly care to listen, but found concentrating on the snide comments so much easier than the actions of comfort and love. How this twisted perspective had come to pass, the brunette knew not, though it was obvious his 'father' had a hand in it. The apologetic murmurs could easily unhand him, strip him, before plunging him in the darkest, most abysmal place of being… betrayal. He wouldn't survive it again. He didn't know how it had happened the first time. [And indeed it had not, as Yami had to sacrifice all his memories as a sealant for Anubis to put poor Set's soul back into a solid piece, so he could be reincarnated, but all this was hidden from his knowledge.] However, this time he would not take chances, and as near as he knew his heart ached to be forever with the tricolor-haired Pharaoh of ancient lore, he could never expose himself to such suffering again, no matter the burden he would heed in it's place.
It seemed Yami had a more profound understanding of the way the CEO's mind worked, or else could read thoughts, because the flinch and drainage of color that assaulted the spirit's face was easily apparent. Crimson eyes widened and unfathomable realization, laced with pain and self-hatred, coursed through the blood-colored rivers.
"No…Seto…"