Bakura walked to school slowly, periodically turning to look behind him as if expecting to see something, or someone, the grip on the box in his hand tensing every time he saw nothing.
Finally, he reached the school, heading to his classroom, looking slightly worried. When he slid the door open his eyes instantly went to Kaiba's seat.
It was empty.
Biting his lip slightly, Bakura walked to his 'usual' seat he hadn't sat at in a month, giving a depressed sigh as he slumped into it, looking down at the boxed lunch in his hands.
Yuugi passed a note to him while the teacher's back was turned. 'What's wrong?'
'He didn't come.' The paler boy wrote back quickly before pulling out his books.
Yuugi glanced to Kaiba's seat in the back of the room. 'You know how he is. He'll probably be back tomorrow.'
Bakura gave sighed softly, nodding and putting away the note before turning his attention to the teacher. His gaze kept sliding back to Kaiba's empty desk, Jounouchi's comments from the day before ringing in his ears.
'Project's over. Now watch how fast he'll dump you,' the blond had said with finality.
"And I have the grades for the household project, and I'm very pleased to announce one pair has received a perfect score," the teacher smiled. "A large congratulations to Bakura Ryou and Kaiba Seto.
There was a small around of applause as the entire class looked at the pale boy, who gave a weak smile, trying to avoid Jounouchi's glare.
Yuugi grinned and gave Bakura a thumbs up while Honda kicked Jounouchi.
Bakura smiled softly as Yuugi and Anzu were named as third highest, the smaller boy blushing slightly as Anzu kissed him on the cheek, much to the amusement of the rest of class.
Bakura looked at the boxed lunch that was sitting on his desk, only looking up as a paper was placed before him.
"Congratulations, Bakura-san," the teacher smiled before moving to the next desk.
The pale haired boy looked at the evaluation sheet, smiling softly at the teachers comments in each category. "Like a real couple, eh?" he read, eyes smile growing wistful.
"THE THIRD LOWEST?!" Jounouchi near exploded looking over the paper.
"Well, if you had let me show you how to take care of the damned doll, maybe we would have done better!" Honda snapped back.
Jounouchi grumbled under his breath, scowling at his sheet.
"Poor Honda-kun," Bakura smiled. "You might have done better on your own," he smiled.
Honda grumbled something in return, crumbling the paper with their grades.
Bakura smiled sympathetically before looking back at his own paper. He gave a small sigh, folding it and slipping it into his notebook, wondering what Kaiba was doing.
Bakura sighed as he left the school. Most of the detention period had been the teacher lecturing him how just because he had gotten a perfect project grade with Kaiba, it was no reason for him to start acting like him, attendance wise.
The limo was waiting for him.
"Kaiba-sama told me to bring you to the mansion."
Bakura blinked, then gave a small smile, nodding before getting into the limo. He almost nervously smoothed down his uniform, looking out the window.
When they reached the mansion, the chauffeur opened the car door and bowed Bakura inside.
The paler boy gave a small smile, nodding his head to the chauffeur as he entered Kaiba's mansion, still smoothing down his uniform.
"Come up here," Kaiba ordered from the head of the stairs.
Bakura gave a small smile, nodding as he almost hurried up. "Kaiba-kun," he smiled happily.
Kaiba grabbed Bakura by the arm and dragged the boy into his bedroom. He pushed him down on his stomach on the bed and practically ripped his clothes off.
The paler boy gave a small cry, curling up slightly, eyes wide and frightened as he tried to turn to look up at the taller boy. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...!" he half whimpered.
Kaiba held him down. "You're nothing," he said, eyes cold as he swiftly prepared and then pushed into the other boy.
Bakura gave a cry, tensing, burying his face in the pillow, trying to keep from breaking down. "Kaiba-kun..." he whimpered, voice pleading.
"This was what you wanted, isn't it?" Kaiba asked tightly, moving within him. He held Bakura's hips tightly, fingers almost digging into the boy's flesh.
Bakura gave a small pained cry. "Not like this..." he whispered, eyes watering. "Not like this..."
"Am I hurting you?" Kaiba asked, leaning closer. He closed his eyes, smelling Bakura's scent, and slowly his arms moved so that he was holding Bakura close. He leaned closer, biting Bakura's neck.
"You are..." the paler boy gasped, slowly melting into the familiar touch.
"Mine," Kaiba whispered, blowing into Bakura's ear, fingers scraping lightly over Bakura's chest and stomach.
Bakura gasped lightly, melting further as Kaiba's actions became more gentle. Kaiba's movement slowed as he pressed against Bakura's back, fingers moving to pleasure the smaller boy as he began licking his neck and then blowing on it almost tenderly. Bakura gasped, murmuring the taller boy's name lovingly as his body reacted.
"Mine," Kaiba whispered again, not seeming to be aware of it as his movements quickened again, but still retained the careful nature of their previous times together.
Bakura's breath quickened, lips parting as his face grew heated as he moved slightly to meet Kaiba's actions, arching to create more contact between them, feeling happy as Kaiba obliged.
A short while later, he gave a sharp try as he came.
Kaiba followed soon after, collapsing on top of Bakura as he caught his breath.
The paler boy gave a contented murmur, nuzzling slightly against the taller boy as his eyes closed.
Feeling the touch, Kaiba pulled back sharply. He looked at Bakura and down at his own hands, expression disgusted. Throwing Bakura's clothes on top of him, he walked to the door. "Get dressed and leave," he ordered coldly.
Bakura looked up, expression confused and hurt as he sat up, hugging his clothing to him.
Kaiba glared, then left the room, hands shaking almost imperceptibly with the urge to go back and hold Bakura tightly.
Bakura pressed his lips together, looking down, thoughts chaotic as he slowly got dressed. Kaiba's actions... Bakura shook his head slightly. It was like the taller boy was fighting with himself...
He gave small sigh, carefully standing up, wincing slightly as he almost limped to the door.
He was met downstairs by the chauffeur. "Kaiba-sama said I should bring you home," the man said with a salute.
Bakura gave a small nod, picking up his school bag from where he had dropped it. He hesitated, turning to look up towards Kaiba's room, pausing when he noticed a small surveillance camera. He gave a small sad smile before turning back to the chauffeur and leaving the building.
Kaiba watched on the camera in his office, twitched once, then moved to a document he was working on on the laptop. After a moment he paused and replayed the moment from the camera.
Then watched it again. And again.
And after watching it ten more times he brought up older files of Bakura sitting in the couch across the office. He glanced up, strangely put out that the boy wasn't there.
Bakura sighed heavily as the limo stopped in front of his apartment building, reaching for his bag. He paused a moment and pulled out the boxed lunch he had made for Kaiba that morning. He hadn't eaten it, almost hoping that Kaiba would show up later in the day and want it.
Hesitating a moment he nodded, exiting the car. "Excuse me..?" he addressed the chauffeur, holding the box out. "If it's not too much trouble... could you give this to Kaiba-kun for me...?"
The chauffeur blanched slightly, but bowed. "Yes, sir."
Bakura gave a small apologetic smile before entering his apartment building.
"Kaiba-sama...?" came a timid voice from the study entry.
Kaiba looked up, scowling over the laptop at the maid. "What?"
"The boy whom you had over this after noon requested this be given to you," the woman said politely, looking slightly nervous.
Kaiba's eyes narrowed and his hands tightened into fists. "So leave it and go," he snarled.
The woman nodded, timidly entering the room to place the small box on Kaiba's desk before near fleeing from the room.
Kaiba looked at the lunchbox, then opened it with shaking hands. He looked at the neatly packed lunch, knowing it to be the type that many girls in their school made for their boyfriends. The scent of the food wafted to his nose and he decided that it wouldn't be Bakura's influence to eat it. He had to eat something.
Finally, he reached the school, heading to his classroom, looking slightly worried. When he slid the door open his eyes instantly went to Kaiba's seat.
It was empty.
Biting his lip slightly, Bakura walked to his 'usual' seat he hadn't sat at in a month, giving a depressed sigh as he slumped into it, looking down at the boxed lunch in his hands.
Yuugi passed a note to him while the teacher's back was turned. 'What's wrong?'
'He didn't come.' The paler boy wrote back quickly before pulling out his books.
Yuugi glanced to Kaiba's seat in the back of the room. 'You know how he is. He'll probably be back tomorrow.'
Bakura gave sighed softly, nodding and putting away the note before turning his attention to the teacher. His gaze kept sliding back to Kaiba's empty desk, Jounouchi's comments from the day before ringing in his ears.
'Project's over. Now watch how fast he'll dump you,' the blond had said with finality.
"And I have the grades for the household project, and I'm very pleased to announce one pair has received a perfect score," the teacher smiled. "A large congratulations to Bakura Ryou and Kaiba Seto.
There was a small around of applause as the entire class looked at the pale boy, who gave a weak smile, trying to avoid Jounouchi's glare.
Yuugi grinned and gave Bakura a thumbs up while Honda kicked Jounouchi.
Bakura smiled softly as Yuugi and Anzu were named as third highest, the smaller boy blushing slightly as Anzu kissed him on the cheek, much to the amusement of the rest of class.
Bakura looked at the boxed lunch that was sitting on his desk, only looking up as a paper was placed before him.
"Congratulations, Bakura-san," the teacher smiled before moving to the next desk.
The pale haired boy looked at the evaluation sheet, smiling softly at the teachers comments in each category. "Like a real couple, eh?" he read, eyes smile growing wistful.
"THE THIRD LOWEST?!" Jounouchi near exploded looking over the paper.
"Well, if you had let me show you how to take care of the damned doll, maybe we would have done better!" Honda snapped back.
Jounouchi grumbled under his breath, scowling at his sheet.
"Poor Honda-kun," Bakura smiled. "You might have done better on your own," he smiled.
Honda grumbled something in return, crumbling the paper with their grades.
Bakura smiled sympathetically before looking back at his own paper. He gave a small sigh, folding it and slipping it into his notebook, wondering what Kaiba was doing.
Bakura sighed as he left the school. Most of the detention period had been the teacher lecturing him how just because he had gotten a perfect project grade with Kaiba, it was no reason for him to start acting like him, attendance wise.
The limo was waiting for him.
"Kaiba-sama told me to bring you to the mansion."
Bakura blinked, then gave a small smile, nodding before getting into the limo. He almost nervously smoothed down his uniform, looking out the window.
When they reached the mansion, the chauffeur opened the car door and bowed Bakura inside.
The paler boy gave a small smile, nodding his head to the chauffeur as he entered Kaiba's mansion, still smoothing down his uniform.
"Come up here," Kaiba ordered from the head of the stairs.
Bakura gave a small smile, nodding as he almost hurried up. "Kaiba-kun," he smiled happily.
Kaiba grabbed Bakura by the arm and dragged the boy into his bedroom. He pushed him down on his stomach on the bed and practically ripped his clothes off.
The paler boy gave a small cry, curling up slightly, eyes wide and frightened as he tried to turn to look up at the taller boy. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...!" he half whimpered.
Kaiba held him down. "You're nothing," he said, eyes cold as he swiftly prepared and then pushed into the other boy.
Bakura gave a cry, tensing, burying his face in the pillow, trying to keep from breaking down. "Kaiba-kun..." he whimpered, voice pleading.
"This was what you wanted, isn't it?" Kaiba asked tightly, moving within him. He held Bakura's hips tightly, fingers almost digging into the boy's flesh.
Bakura gave a small pained cry. "Not like this..." he whispered, eyes watering. "Not like this..."
"Am I hurting you?" Kaiba asked, leaning closer. He closed his eyes, smelling Bakura's scent, and slowly his arms moved so that he was holding Bakura close. He leaned closer, biting Bakura's neck.
"You are..." the paler boy gasped, slowly melting into the familiar touch.
"Mine," Kaiba whispered, blowing into Bakura's ear, fingers scraping lightly over Bakura's chest and stomach.
Bakura gasped lightly, melting further as Kaiba's actions became more gentle. Kaiba's movement slowed as he pressed against Bakura's back, fingers moving to pleasure the smaller boy as he began licking his neck and then blowing on it almost tenderly. Bakura gasped, murmuring the taller boy's name lovingly as his body reacted.
"Mine," Kaiba whispered again, not seeming to be aware of it as his movements quickened again, but still retained the careful nature of their previous times together.
Bakura's breath quickened, lips parting as his face grew heated as he moved slightly to meet Kaiba's actions, arching to create more contact between them, feeling happy as Kaiba obliged.
A short while later, he gave a sharp try as he came.
Kaiba followed soon after, collapsing on top of Bakura as he caught his breath.
The paler boy gave a contented murmur, nuzzling slightly against the taller boy as his eyes closed.
Feeling the touch, Kaiba pulled back sharply. He looked at Bakura and down at his own hands, expression disgusted. Throwing Bakura's clothes on top of him, he walked to the door. "Get dressed and leave," he ordered coldly.
Bakura looked up, expression confused and hurt as he sat up, hugging his clothing to him.
Kaiba glared, then left the room, hands shaking almost imperceptibly with the urge to go back and hold Bakura tightly.
Bakura pressed his lips together, looking down, thoughts chaotic as he slowly got dressed. Kaiba's actions... Bakura shook his head slightly. It was like the taller boy was fighting with himself...
He gave small sigh, carefully standing up, wincing slightly as he almost limped to the door.
He was met downstairs by the chauffeur. "Kaiba-sama said I should bring you home," the man said with a salute.
Bakura gave a small nod, picking up his school bag from where he had dropped it. He hesitated, turning to look up towards Kaiba's room, pausing when he noticed a small surveillance camera. He gave a small sad smile before turning back to the chauffeur and leaving the building.
Kaiba watched on the camera in his office, twitched once, then moved to a document he was working on on the laptop. After a moment he paused and replayed the moment from the camera.
Then watched it again. And again.
And after watching it ten more times he brought up older files of Bakura sitting in the couch across the office. He glanced up, strangely put out that the boy wasn't there.
Bakura sighed heavily as the limo stopped in front of his apartment building, reaching for his bag. He paused a moment and pulled out the boxed lunch he had made for Kaiba that morning. He hadn't eaten it, almost hoping that Kaiba would show up later in the day and want it.
Hesitating a moment he nodded, exiting the car. "Excuse me..?" he addressed the chauffeur, holding the box out. "If it's not too much trouble... could you give this to Kaiba-kun for me...?"
The chauffeur blanched slightly, but bowed. "Yes, sir."
Bakura gave a small apologetic smile before entering his apartment building.
"Kaiba-sama...?" came a timid voice from the study entry.
Kaiba looked up, scowling over the laptop at the maid. "What?"
"The boy whom you had over this after noon requested this be given to you," the woman said politely, looking slightly nervous.
Kaiba's eyes narrowed and his hands tightened into fists. "So leave it and go," he snarled.
The woman nodded, timidly entering the room to place the small box on Kaiba's desk before near fleeing from the room.
Kaiba looked at the lunchbox, then opened it with shaking hands. He looked at the neatly packed lunch, knowing it to be the type that many girls in their school made for their boyfriends. The scent of the food wafted to his nose and he decided that it wouldn't be Bakura's influence to eat it. He had to eat something.