A/N: Hey all. I'm back with an update. I've had this idea for a Yami/Seto lemon with a plot involving Dance Dance Revolution, but I'm not sure where it would go. I've got nothing so it's up for grabs. And I've got another idea for Aya/Youji, I'll just have to think it out later on.
Youji: Heaven or hell...What are you doing to me now?
OGE: Hee hee ^_^. Wouldn't you like to know?
Seto blushed intently; both at the way he was dressed and at the things Bakura was whispering in his ear. The Tomb Robber was quite the hentai and quite nasty when he wanted to be. Seto didn't know when he moved from his desk to Bakura's lap, but he did and that's where he was now.
" I can't wait to get you home. I'll have you writhing and screaming until you lose your voice. You'll be so sore you won't be able to walk. I'll take you so deep and stretch you so wide. You'll scream for me and only me. Ahhh...You smell good. Like sugar...Mmmm...But you taste like spice."
Bakura had both arms around his waist and his hands were wandering up his thigh and heading into dangerous territory. He didn't dare try and stop him, Bakura did what he wanted. He didn't want to do anything that might make him leave.
The sensei was about to chastise Bakura, but cold brown eyes promised a slow and painful death if she even looked over there again.
" Bakura-sama, this is really embarrassing. Everyone is looking at me." Seto meekly tried to push his skirt down some more as Bakura's invading hand tried to counter the moment.
Bakura grinned wolfishly. " Really? Maybe we should go somewhere where we can be alone then."
The area around them started to get dark. Purple dark. Like shadow dark. Like Shadow Realm dark...
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Yami glanced back at Bakura as he sensed Shadow Magic. He was going to take Seto to the Shadow Realm to do something. It was a tingling sensation in the back of his mind. His instincts were telling him to stop Bakura, to rescue Seto.
But, Yami reasoned, he wasn't in danger of anything. Bakura was his boyfriend, ne? So he should and would protect him from whatever was going to harm him, right? Bakura wouldn't put him in danger willingly and he wouldn't leave him there would he?
Yami's instincts were kicking him in the back of the head, telling him that something was wrong. He could feel something it, but he didn't know what it was. His instincts were never wrong. They helped him in many situations, so something had to be right again this time. Either that or he was going insane.
He chanced a glance back towards the class. He swallowed a gasp that threatened to get out of his throat. His protective instincts were making his hand itch. His powers were begging to be released.
Bakura was trying to take Seto to the Shadow Realm. The brunette was pushing against him to get down off his lap. He looked like he wanted to get away, but wasn't really trying hard enough to be convincing. Never the less he was not stopping and conceding.
Yami learned a lot of things when he was with Seto. One of them was that Seto would do things, but to find the real meaning in his actions, you'd have to look in his eyes. Yami could see now, that there was fear and expectancy in those blue blue eyes. Seto did not want to be in that position and he was desperately wanted out of it.
He didn't understand why Seto didn't just tell Bakura to back off. That's what he would normally do. Was there something wrong with him? Was Bakura holding something over him? Was he in danger?
Yami's protective instincts were kicking into overdrive and before he knew it, he had stopped Bakura's attempt to take Seto into the Shadow Realm. He had closed the gateway the thief had been trying to use.
Bakura immediately fixed him with a glare that would make most grown men cry. He knew what he did. Yami paid him no attention, but he did catch the look in Seto's eyes as he gazed at him.
Gratitude.
He needed his help for that? What was going on here? Since when could Seto not stand up for himself? Did Bakura do something to him? Was he holding something over him? What if Seto was in trouble?
All these thoughts seemed to run ramped inside Yami's mind. He couldn't even remember that Seto wasn't his to protect anymore. He wanted to talk to Bakura NOW.
Glancing at the clock, Yami used a quick spell to make the clock run up a few minutes so the bell would ring. He cast a glance back the Tomb Robber; sending a silent message to him for a meeting after this class.
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" Etou...Bakura-sama...?"
" What?"
" Why are you glaring into space like that?"
" Because I'm about to kill someone."
" Do I have to close my eyes again like last time?"
" No. Just go over to the fountain and wait for me with Malik. Don't go anywhere else, wakatta ka?"
" Wakatta."
" Good. Now go."
Seto nodded gratefully. He was happy to get away from Bakura's prying hands. He was also happy to be almost back home. He was going to get out of this thing and burn in the backyard and point and laugh while he did it.
He gathered his things and started towards the door. He passed by Jou and Honda, who both cowered as he walked through. Served them right. Now all he had to do was get through the hallway and make it to the fountain. If Malik said something to him today...
" Yo baby, lookin' sweet!"
" I'd love to take you home Seto-hime!"
" *Whistles* I bet you taste like candy sweet thang!"
" Go buy a bag!!"
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Yami totally disregarded his friends as he stalked to the bathroom. He had only one thing on his mind. And that was talking, if not strangling, a certain robber of tombs.
The Pharaoh's mind was running on 'Protect Seto' mode and didn't register that Seto was still not his. After so many times of going into it, it was hard to turn this mode off. Before he had reserved it for his friends, but Seto needed it more. Especially since he was famous and there were some people who could not keep their hands to themselves.
Bakura kicked the bathroom door open and stalked inside. He glared death at the Pharaoh. Yami's red eyes reflected the same thing at him.
" What do you want?! You interrupted my time with my gorgeous Blue Eyes Pharaoh! What's wrong with you?!"
Yami narrowed his eyes. " He didn't want to go with you to the Shadow Realm. He wasn't fighting back, but I could tell anyway. Why didn't he fight you if he didn't want to go? And why was he dressed like that if he was so embarrassed? You're making him do it aren't you?!!"
Bakura's head smacked against the tiled wall as Yami gripped his collar and slammed him into it. " Screw you!! My slut does what he wants to d-Ah!"
Yami banged his head hard against the wall as his eyes glowed. " Don't you ever call him that again...Now answer me. Why are you making him humiliate himself?!"
" Heh. I've never made him do anything! He does it to please me!"
" You LIE!"
" Dame da! You really messed him up when you left him like that Pharaoh! Do you know he has abandonment issues? Like when his mother abandoned him, and his father, then his whole family? You just made it worse by adding yourself to the list! He trusted you with his heart after so many years of packing it in ice to protect it from the harsh outside world! He does everything I ask because he doesn't want to be alone again! His condition is ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Yami dropped him and backed away. Bakura's words rang in his head. He knew about Seto's parents. They did die and his family didn't want him after that. Seto had become the beautiful ice prince to keep anyone from ever abandoning him again. He didn't trust people. He didn't trust anyone but Mokuba.
Mokuba...
What must the youngest Kaiba brother think of him now? Over the years it was like the roles had been reversed. Mokuba became the protector. Seto had become the one that was to be looked after. Mokuba could be as sadistic as Kaiba used to be too. He'd once made Jou and Honda have 3 weeks detention for just punching Seto by hacking into the school records.
Now he was one of the many people on the Kaiba blacklist. Seto never look at him the same, Mokuba would be out for blood, and he would have to just sit by and watch as Seto suffered in his own prison with the fear of abandonment the world created as his warden.
Gods, what had he done?
He could barely make out Bakura chuckling on the floor, but he didn't care too much right now. The white-haired thief walked over to where Yami was kneeling against the wall in shock and adjusted his collar in mirror.
" You don't know what you gave up Pharaoh. My little slut is wonderful really. He feels so good around me at night. Such a tight little heaven that backside of his is. And he tastes wonderful. Like spicy marmalade. He makes the most amazing sounds too. Nothing like I've ever heard. And his eyes are so beautiful. There is nothing on this planet that matches that shade, not a gem in existence, believe me I've looked."
Bakura finished primping himself and walked towards the door. " All in all, he's the perfect, slutty uke. And I have you to thank for that. So long Pharaoh!"