A/n: *Tries to shake reviewers off leg* Dammit, let go!! I'm finally updating. I've done this all in the span of an hour so I hope you appreciate it. I haven't been to sleep yet and it's 11:25AM. I'm so tired so forgive the typos ne? Itai! Kuso! My eyes are burning! Yoooooootttttaaaaan!!

Youji: I'm coming, I'm coming. *Lifts OGE* Off to bed with you Orange-sama.

OGE: Zzz…Zzz…Zzz…

Seto stared at the clothing in front of him in surprise and shock. Bakura wanted him to wear this? But he had a school uniform to wear. The teachers would look at him funny if he wore this…outfit if you wanna call it that. He could wear whatever he wanted; I mean he did practically pay for the school and all its functions.

" Bakura, you want me to wear this? But I already have a uniform. And this is really…"

" Sexy?"

" Revealing."

" Same thing."

" But I told you, I already have a uniform."

" Well, this is your new one."

" But it's a Sailor uniform, I'd look like Sailor Moon. I'd look like a slut Bakura!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. Seto seemed to be under the impression that he got to choose what he was going to wear. He was in charge of this relationship. Seto was going to wear what he wanted him to wear.

" I want you to look like that. You're my little slut. You're so loud and writhe like a woman. You're legs are beautiful like a little whore and you belong to me. You don't like the way I want you to dress, you can leave."

Kaiba winced at the statement and wrapped his arms around himself. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want that pain again. He'd do anything if it meant that he wouldn't be alone again. It hurt too much to be alone. The world was so much crueler when you were alone and colder. Seto cast a look towards the outfit and then at Bakura.

" …Yosha…I'll do it."

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" Oh yeah baby! Look at those legs!"

" Work it honey!"

" Hey, gorgeous, I'd like to see your Moon Kingdom!"

Seto Kaiba walked as fast as he could without running into the school building. His outfit was very tight and he could barely move in it. He had worn leather before, nothing as constricting as this. He didn't know why Bakura wanted him to wear an outfit like this, but this was what he wanted, so this was what he was going to have to do, or he would be left alone.

A red tint seemed to be tattooed on his face when he entered the classroom. He could feel all their eyes on him. It wasn't anything new, but he didn't want this kind of attention or deal with the type of comments that would arise.

He took his seat in the back of the class. As he walked by Jou and Honda he felt a double slap on his backside. He froze and his cheeks got impossibly redder. Chuckling was heard behind him. He knew what had happened, he knew they did it, he knew they were laughing.

Just as he was about to turn around and bite their heads off, albeit still blushing while he did it, he heard them yelp out in pain. Turning around, he found out why.

Bakura was standing in between the two boys' desk and he was holding their hands in an unnatural position. The way they were crying out and trying to break away from him, he assumed it was very, very painful.

" You two need to learn to keep your hands to yourselves. That's my property you touched. Did you know that in Texas if someone is trespassing on your property you can shoot them legally? Now there are no such rules in Egypt, but you could chop off a thief's hand if they stole what was yours. I should know. "

Both of them were trying to pull their hands away from him in vain. The more they pulled, the more he pulled back and the more pained they felt.

" Let go!"

" Hand over our hands your Tomb Robber!"

Bakura shook his head chuckling and pulled back even more. Honda and Jou cried out in pain. " Now, now, that's not nice. Ordering me and yelling at me like that. It makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get strong and I might break something."

" Right! Sorry!"

" Uh, please let us go?!"

" Ah, the negotiation part. Don't touch my property, don't look at my property, you will respect my property and make sure everyone else does when I'm not around, or I will come and find you. Get me?" He pulled back almost to the snapping point.

" Ah!! We understand!!"

Bakura smiled and released them. " Good. We have come to terms. And don't let it happen again!"

" Yes sir!"

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" Yami, why didn't you say anything back there?"

" Well, aibou, they did deserve it. Bakura is Seto's boyfri-"

" Kaiba."

" Huh?"

" You called him Seto. You're supposed to call him Kaiba."

" Oh, well then 'Kaiba' then. Bakura is Kaiba's boyfriend. It is his duty to protect his mate."

" But what about Jou and Honda?"

" What about Jou and Honda? They didn't have any right to do that to him."

" But the way he's dressed Yami! Look at him! He's scantily clad!"

Yami sighed and looked over in the back of the classroom. Seto looked so good in that outfit. He wanted so badly to go over there and take him back from Bakura. He remembered a long time ago that Seto had dressed up for him in a Dark Magician Girl outfit. It had taken him all of two seconds to tackle him, strip him, and take on the floor of their bedroom.  Yami was positive he had never wanted anyone or anything that bad in his life.

Seto had this sensual, feline aura. He walked and moved with this grace that everyone picked up one. It made him desirable. He had the most beautiful eyes. Yami loved his eyes. So beautiful. His body was slim and lanky, but he was not gangly. He could move in ways you wouldn't believe. And his voice was so sensual. It was deep and sexy and sent shivers up his spine; making him only want to reclaimed the untamed brunette.

And although that's what it started as, the relationship wasn't always about sex. Yami recalled plenty of times he had to calm Seto down from one of his nightmares. Anything from something happening to Mokuba to his foster father coming back for him. Yami had grown to hate that man, Gozobura Kaiba. He had harmed Seto and scared him for life.

The real emotions came forward during those nights when Yami opted to stay awake with Seto and listen to him babble incoherently about his foster father and things he was worried about. Somehow the CEO had managed to worm his way into his heart somewhere in between the comforting the crying Blue Eyes and rocking him to sleep while humming a lullaby he learned from his mother.

He learned how fragile Seto really was that night. He had vowed to himself to never let anyone hurt the CEO again.

But…He had gone a done that hadn't he? He had hurt Seto. He had done exactly what he promised not to do. Yami had broken his heart and ultimately broken the CEO. He was supposed to protect Seto and make sure he wasn't wounded.

Truth be told, he was about to go over there and do the exact same thing Bakura had done without a thought to Yugi. He was going to break their hands and promise them a trip to the Shadow Realm if they did it again. Seto was not their toy or their source of entertainment!

Whoa…

Chotto matte!

Seto wasn't his anymore. He couldn't protect him. Seto was not his Blue Eyes and he wasn't his responsibility. Bakura was the one that protected him now. Bakura was the one that would comfort him when he had nightmares about his past or a horrible future.

And what the hell was he doing dressing like that and coming to school?! He would get everyone's attention with an outfit like that one! People would gawk and stare and catcall and whistle at him! He wouldn't have a moment's peace if Bakura weren't there.

Looking back to the back of the room again, he saw the Tomb Robber was leaning over in his desk so he could flirt with Seto right next to him. The CEO's cheeks must have stained that red color because he hadn't returned to his normal pigment since he walked in the door.

He looked embarrassed. Or was that…No…it couldn't be…shame? Seto was ashamed? He was ashamed of wearing the outfit? Well, then why did he wear it? No one was twisting his arm to wear clothes. No one was telling him what he could and could not do.

" I guess he just felt like cutting loose Yugi. Though I don't recall that outfit. "

" He looks like a Sailor Scout."

" I think that's the intention Yugi."

" …Oh…ew…"

Ew?! Aibou there is not one kinky bone in your body! You're not even remotely turned on by the thought of someone as gorgeous as Seto in a Sailor Scout uniform or in that too short Dark Magician Girl outfit. I say hott damn, those legs are lethal weapons! Yami continued to look back at the couple while musing to himself.

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" Bakura, do I really have to wear stuff like this all the time? It's uncomfortable. I don't like skirts."

" Shut up. What are you complaining about? Everyone thinks you're sexy."

" But I don't want everyone to think I'm sexy. I never cared what anyone thought before, why should I care now?"

Bakura shifted in his desk and uncrossed his arms. Seto was getting a little too free spirited for him. He was going to have to fix that. Seto was going to have to learn that he belong to him and him only. He didn't even belong to himself. That body was his and he could do what he wanted with it.

Snarling slightly, he grabbed Seto by the back of his neck in a painful manner and jerked him over to wear he was sitting so he could speak in his ear.

" Now you listen and you listen good you little slut, you wear what I say you wear. You hang out with whomever I say you hang out with, you do what I tell you without question or resistance, unless you want me to leave. "

Seto let out a minor whimper at the rough treatment, but he didn't dare try to break free. Bakura was dead serious when he looked like this. The only thing he could do was sit and listen and do what he said. Bakura squeezed on his neck hard to make sure he was listening to him and continued his threat.

" And I will leave Seto Kaiba. I will leave you so quickly it'll make your cinnamon head spin. I'll make sure that you're always alone and that no one will want you ever again. You're mine you understand?! And you're going to act like it, slut! Got it?!"

" H-Hai Bakura."

" That's Bakura-sama to you whore."

" Hai Bakura-sama."