Well once again everyone, thank you for the reviews. *looks at people* Well... seems my last chappy was a little sad huh? *hands out tissue boxes* But don't ya worry peeps, this one is much better. But to let you know this chapter has a lemon. And for those of you who do not like lemons, though I have already warned there'll be a lot of them, then when you get to it skip down to 'In the morning Seto was the first to wake'. Anyway read on and enjoy!
* * *
Seto had been pacing back and forth for a little over three hours. He couldn't take the heartache anymore. He needed to speak to Asha, at the most just see her again. He had every feature of her beautiful little face memorized down to the last detail, and sometimes, late at night he would conjure up a little picture of her just so he could see her with his eyes.
He was tired and the only thing he wanted to do was curl up next to his Light and sleep. He had found recently, that if the delicious slave wasn't wrapped up in his protective embrace, he simply couldn't get any rest. He of course, had found this out the hard way.
Everything about Asha calmed him down. Whether it was the sturdy heartbeat that pounded defiantly in her chest, the steady breaths she took when asleep or the way her hair would lightly fall across the High Priest's chest, Seto couldn't sleep if she wasn't there; with her, in his arms.
He suddenly found himself in front of Bakura's door, his fist all ready to knock and take his Light back. He didn't like having to go fetch his slave from his two best friends this late at night, or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it.
'She's yours…' he repeated his familiar mantra again as he brought his fist down on the door.
No sound resonated. Seto let his head fall on the thick wood as he shut his eyes. No, he couldn't do this. He just couldn't do this. Swallowing his pride had been something he had never and could never accomplish. Even if it was the only think he wanted to do. He was willing to let his pride get in the way of his happiness.
His father would have been so proud.
Storming away from the door, he all but ran back to his own chambers, pushing open the door weakly. His heart had been pounding thunderously in his chest; it was a wonder the entire castle couldn't hear it. He had wanted to see Asha so desperately, he had almost broke the first rule of being a person of power. Feel nothing.
Upon entering, there was a blur of skin on his bed.
'Asha!' his mind screamed as he cautiously took a step closer. Red… he saw red/brown hair… his stomach tightened in disappointment. This wasn't Asha… it never would be.
But he did have to admit the human that was on his bed was beautiful. Tempting and sultry and quite possibly one of the best-looking creatures Seto had ever laid eyes upon. But she was nothing in comparison to the tilty, mixed eyed, black and blueheaded godsend that ran through his veins.
She was nothing compared to Asha.
But at this moment, Seto needed to feel something, anything at all. He just had to get rid of the bitterness that swept through his aching soul. He had to forget about Asha… he just had to.
He needed to prove he could forget the delicious little body that fit perfectly into his.
He needed to prove he could still take what he desired.
He needed to prove he still had control over his life.
He needed to prove he hadn't been blinded by the Light.
Crawling over to the body, he pushed the new girl down, kissing her ferociously. His long fingers tangled into her soft red and brown hair as he pulled her face close, ravaging her lips. She tasted all wrong. She was slightly shorter, slight muscle and somewhat tanned. Her skin was slightly rougher, her hair not as soft.
She wasn't Asha.
No one was.
Seto broke away as he panted, pushing himself away from the body.
"I can't do this," he muttered, disgusted with himself. His lips were on fire and his stomach knotted. "Get out…" he hissed. "Just get out…"
Though Seto didn't realise that the girl he had been kissing was Serena. She wanted to speak with him... but how? She took a deep breath.
"High Priest... its me... Serena..." she said quietly. Turning with amazement, Seto was shocked to see he had been kissing on of Asha's friends.
"Serena... I wasn't thinking straight... I didn't know it was you..." he said quietly.
"Its alright my lord... why are you doing this? What happened to Asha? Marlena informed me of your arguement with her... are you still reluctant to speak to her?"
Normally Seto would not take any of this from one lower then him, but since the fact she was Asha's friend, if he caused any harm to her, Asha might never speak to him again.
"I just can't Serena... please... I need to figure this out on my own..."
"I understand my lord... but understand this... Asha's heart is wracking from probably not being with you... she does love you with all her heart... even if her emotions do not show..." Serena said before leaving.
Seto hugged himself at the edge of his bed, his eyes void of any emotion. That was the last straw.
Serena was right. He had to see Asha right now… he had to hold her and kiss her and make the nightmares go away. He needed her back in his life. Pride, be damned.
* * *
To say Seto was furious would have been the understatement of the millennia. He had made his way over to Bakura's room, inhaling sharply as he pushed open the door. At first, all he could see was the pale, graceful arch of Bakura's back, though, as he got closer his eyes fixated on other things.
Or more, other people.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes falling upon the shortest body, snugly wrapped up in the arms of the people beside him. His head was resting on Bakura's chest as her slender legs tangled up with Malik's. There was a light splash of pink staining all their cheeks as each seemed to be off in a restful slumber.
Seto could have watched them sleep all night. He did in fact. Just the sight of Asha had made him smile, the ache to hold the girl close coming up a hundred, perhaps even a thousand fold. But by Ra, memory was nothing like the real thing. He could have conjured up a million images of Asha and still, none of them would have held a fraction of the beauty the girl possessed.
Before he could stop himself, he reached out. The tips of his fingers just skimming one of Asha's cheeks. Her skin was cool, though slightly hot. Asha sighed blissfully, the corners of her mouth raising somewhat.
Seto all but melted as he pulled up a chair, staring at his Light pleasantly. But his sapphire orbs flickered momentarily over at Bakura and Malik, a growl held in his throat.
Just who in Ra's name gave them permission to touch Asha?
He would deal with them in the morning that he was sure of. But for now, he would simply relax and wait for Asha to wake. He had so much to tell her and he had so much to apologize for. He would get her back if it cost him everything.
Without Asha in his life, he had nothing.
Some hours later, Bakura had been the first to wake. He hazily peered open one deep chocolate eye and moaned at the sight before him. Both Malik and Asha were still asleep, the duo looking so cute in slumber.
Asha was pressed up against his chest, a cozy warmness tingling on his skin from where the slave's flesh had touched. Malik and the smaller teen were still soundly asleep as Bakura pried his arm from around the mixed and pale blue eyed beauties and held his head painfully. A rush had just washed over his body, leaving him feeling miserably sick. The drunken pleasure from the previous night was completely gone and replaced with a cruel scratching in his stomach, almost as if something was clawing on the inside.
He silently wondered if this was what the people he condemned felt just before they were about to die. As far as he was concerned, this was the closest to death he was going to be.
"Feeling well?" a voice as cold as ice hissed through clenched teeth. Bakura had to retract his previous thought. This was as close to death as he was getting.
"Not now Seto, I have a killer headache" he muttered as he clutched at his head. The room began to spin as his temples throbbed maddeningly.
The High Priest hissed again as he stood from the chair he had been sitting in, presumably all night and stormed over to the bed, ripping Malik's hand from around his Light.
His heart was pounding horribly in his chest at the sight. When he had walked in on the slumbering trio, his stomach had clenched. The sennen eye from his Rod glowed brilliantly as thoughts of tearing his best friends away from Asha entered his anger-riddled mind.
In fact…
With an equally swift motion, he had laced his fingers through Malik's long hair and yanked upward. The blonde's eyes opened as he was pulled off the bed, his body hitting the ground ungracefully.A deadly snarl crossed his lips as his powder azure eyes narrowed.
"What is the meaning of this Seto?" he hissed quietly, mindful of Asha who was still sleeping as he rubbed his head tenderly. That had hurt…
"I thought Seto and I had made myself clear when we both told you, neither of you were to touch her…"
Malik and Bakura just blinked at him. In unison, a smile broke out on their faces.
'Finally', both sighed mentally.
"Terribly sorry Seto" Malik offered, bowing sheepishly.
"It'll never happen again" Bakura added, biting his lip to keep the smile from showing. Seto frown slightly as he peered over them at the bed.
"She's a little hot… what did you do to him?" as he said this, his voice changed ever so slightly. To anyone else, it would have sounded the same, but Malik and Bakura knew him so much better than he really gave them credit for.
"Absolutely nothing," both said at the same time. They winced, knowing perfectly well they had just been caught.
Seto's Rod's eye began glowing. Malik quickly filled him in. Not even his and Bakura's power combined equaled up to Seto's. Only Yami's could conquer his. They had seen first hand the lengths of the High Priest's anger. They could both recall on terrifying incident where a man tried to steal something from the castle. Seto had taken him and carved his name and crime into his back with a poisoned tipped knife.
The man never died right away, he lived a long and slow death because of his actions. Malik had shivered at the sight of the man's mutilated back. Devlin couldn't have been more thrilled.
"She's just a little drunk Seto, nothing sleep won't heal," Bakura sighed as he placed his fingers back to his head. He still had that headache… Noticing this, Seto placed this index finger on his scalp and immediately, the dull throb was gone. "Much thanks."
Asha began to stir as she sleepily yawned, rubbing her eyes tenderly. Light was blinding him as she muttered something incomprehensible. Out of habit, the two Emperors turned to greet her, whereas Seto slipped out the door. It was still too soon. The wounds still fresh, still open and bleeding.
But everything was going to be okay…
Thank Ra.
* * *
Seto had initiated the first step. He set the ball rolling, and he fully planned to keep it tumbling all the way. He had admitted to himself more than anyone that he needed Asha. That alone was a tremendous accomplishment.
But still, a simple apology wouldn't, couldn't make up for all the pain he caused his Light. He had to make it up to her somehow. He had sporadically thought of asking for Marlena's help, she had always been so much better at this type of thing, but he knew he shouldn't involve her. This was his mess, and he was going to clean it up like the High Priest he was.
Though, he did have some help along the way. Malik and Bakura, and even Yami had been dropping, subtle, hints for about a week before he told them to buzz off. He loved them like brothers, but by Ra they were annoying.
Still, he made a mental note to recompense them later for not only taking care of Asha, but for also helping her out with his apology. Seto wanted it to go like clockwork, he didn't think he could afford anything less. But after days of careful and very secretive planning, he was ready. Now all he had to do was wait.
* * *
Asha frowned to herself as she tried to find either Malik or Bakura. She had been rather lonely that day and desperately wanted to do something fun. She always had fun when she was with either of the two Emperors. She poked her head into the Council room, but they weren't there. She figured they were probably in their rooms, so she ventured over to the fourth story.
Her legs always hurt after she would finish the journey and she rubbed the back of her calves tenderly. Seto had always laughed at her, muttering little comments as he would pick her up and carry her the rest of the way. Asha would always love being held by Seto. His body was so compact and strong. He had once told Asha that he could carry her around for the rest of his life and he would never get tired of holding her.
She slowly walked past Seto's door, wondering to herself if he was happy with his new slave. She had heard rumors that the new slave was absolutely gorgeous. Her heart was never quite the same after she heard those heart shattering words.
Why would he want something so plain like me if he could have something exquisite… Asha bitterly thought as she pushed open the door to Bakura's room.
Before she could blink, two hands instantly folded over her beautiful eyes, a warm breath hitting her neck. Two perfectly shaped lips pressed against the side of her face, the contact absolute bliss, as a seductive voice filled her ears.
"I'm so sorry my Light".
Asha's heart sped up as Seto placed another gentle kiss upon her cheek, lightly nibbling on the junction where neck met shoulder. She didn't know how to react. Her entire body tensed, shivering each time the fiery lips left her entirely too cold flesh.
She was slowly spun around, as delicate kisses were trailed over her flesh and for the first time in weeks, Asha stood face to face with Seto. Never in her life had so many emotions sprung into her head. She wanted to lunge at him, kissing him madly, never letting him go, as another part, urged her to leave. Reminding her of what harm he had caused her, both physically and emotionally.
But the moment mixed locked with blue, Asha's mind evaporated.
"Please forgive me," Seto muttered, bringing his lips close to Asha's supple ones, brushing feather light kisses on her mouth, moaning at the taste. He had been separated from her for far too long…
'Never again…'
"Seto…" Asha muttered breathlessly as the High Priest pulled away. Her legs felt so weak they could barely support her light weight. A warm hand cupped the side of her face, as her head relaxed into it, her eyes shutting as Seto looked her over, taking in everything in awe. Ra… his Light was so beautiful… it almost caused him physical agony to look at her, she was so unnaturally goddesslike.
Asha moaned as Seto's free hand began stroking her cheek, the High Priest's lips once again finding her face as he left tingling trails all over. For the first time in days, Seto's hand stopped burning.
The younger girl couldn't take it anymore, her last string of restraint shattered. Before Seto could recover, his arms were filled with a gorgeous little treat. Slim arms wrapped around Seto as an equally delicious little head nuzzled his neck.
Asha breathed in the clean scent that was always wrapped around Seto, sighing deliriously as she squeezed tighter. She didn't want to let go and wake up. She didn't want this dream to end. Seto pulled the small body close to him as he hugged her back.
"I'm so sorry… I really am... I will never ever hurt you again... and if I do... I'll kill myself then to let it happen all over again" he promised, looking Asha straight in the eyes. Oh, how he had missed that beautiful shade of blue, red and black, all swirled together. Her eyes sparkled in the dark light, candles only flickering, their light casting a faint glow over pale skin.
There were so many more things Seto wanted to say at that one moment, but the intensity from Asha's gaze and his own overpowering flow of emotions rendered him incapable. His mouth quite literally stopped working as he hesitantly leaned down, his nose brushing against Asha's.
The young girl's hands coyly snuck their way up Seto's back, tangling themselves in his dark hair. Her heart was beating in her chest as she whimpered. Seto was so close… his warm breath was hitting her cheeks in the most alluring manner. Asha needed to feel him again, she wanted and yearned and would have given anything for her to kiss him.
Seto shuddered as Asha's face came within millimeters of his.
'Take her!' that little voice that lived inside of him screamed and hollered. And for once, Seto whole-heartedly listened. Lips met tentatively at first, remembering, teasing.
The desire was so strong Seto could barely think.
But that timidness both seemed to have melted away in a haze of passion as Seto's powerful mouth took hold of Asha's, drinking, devouring once again. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in years. The flavor Asha always had was so intoxicating the High Priest pulled the small head forward, not able to sate his hunger for that taste.
He moaned and rested his hands against Asha's chest as he began guiding her toward the bed; the young girl clutching onto his arms. He could feel Asha's warmth through those slender hands. He reached over and caught them in his own, breaking the kiss to bring them to his lips. He kissed each long digit and smiled as he could feel the very slight, very delicate, tremors going through the blackhead's body.
The mixed eyed beauty sighed softly and snuggled closer to Seto and he smiled. The High Priest slowly lifted her up and slid her lower onto the bed before crawling on top of her. He reached out and brushed his fingers across Asha's pale cheek before leaning over to kiss the silken skin. It felt so nice to have her powder soft skin against his lips, to breathe in her sweet, fulfilling scent. All he wanted to do was pull Asha close and kiss the breath out of her before making love to her, to have Asha underneath him crying out in pleasure.
Ah, what a sweet, acheful image that made.
And the High Priest was so close to doing just that. It would have been so easy to just tear away at her clothing and claim her for his own. But something held Seto back.
The High Priest used his powerful hands to carefully guide Asha's face to his as he kissed her passionately. The High Priest wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms but he controlled himself. Instead, he reached out, and moaned softly as he pressed his face into her neck.
Soon, all Asha's thoughts lost their coherency as Seto's masculine scent filled her nose and drugged her. By Ra, they were so close. She could feel Seto's warmth through her thin shirt without any trouble. She resisted the urge to just give up and let Seto do anything he wanted with her. It would be so easy…
Asha breathed deeply as she felt Seto's kiss deepen. It hadn't broken at all as since she had been moved back to lie down. She felt liquid fire burn throughout her. She could feel herself surrendering as the sweetness and the wonderful promise of pleasure with Seto's lips and body pressed up against her own. She knew what he was doing and she was throwing himself into it without looking.
Catching Asha's face with his hands, Seto pulled away and pressed another almost bruising kiss against the other before sitting up a bit. He straddled Asha's waist and sat back a bit. He then began to pull off Asha's flimsy shirt. When that was done, he threw it over his shoulder to land softly at the foot of the bed. He leaned over and began to kiss and lick at Asha's pale breasts, sucking at her nipples softly.
"Ah!" Asha cried out at the sudden wetness against her skin. She trembled and gasped as her body caught on fire from Seto's ministrations.
"Mmm…" Seto smiled wickedly as he reached up and bit down on the sensitive part of Asha's neck almost painfully. He revelled in the almost pained exclamation that pulled from Asha's lips. He smiled and sucked on that little junction. He could feel Asha's pulse race and he could hear the harsh breathing coming from the younger girl's mouth. He pulled away and stared at the red stain he had just put on the pale skin and smiled. He leaned up and crushed his lips against Asha's for a moment before he slid his tongue inside without any permission and ravished the sweet mouth to his own pleasure.
Asha was lost as she kissed Seto back with as much violence and passion the older boy was kissing her with. She slid her arms around Seto's neck and pulled him closer, pressing Seto's clothed chest against her own bare one. She opened her mouth just a little further and bit down gently on Seto's tongue before they continued their little war for dominance.
Pulling away, Seto began to tug down on Asha's skirt. The younger girl lifted her hips to make it easier on him and soon the skirt had joined with the shirt. Seto smiled down at Asha and watched as the other girl suddenly blushed. The High Priest smiled in appreciation. He leaned over and kissed Asha again, but gently as he checked his passion.
Before Asha knew it, Seto was as naked as she was and still kissing her. She leaned up into the touch and arched with a sharp gasp as Seto touched her in a very ticklish place. She looked up at Seto in wonder as the High Priest touched his Light's face with an intimacy he had never allowed himself very much of. There was one of the few times he had touched Asha's face in such a way, but that was before all of hell broke out.
Suddenly, without warning, Seto ground himself against Asha. The young girl gasped and bit back a scream of pleasure. Closing her eyes, Asha allowed herself to drown in the pleasure of Seto's naked skin rubbing against her own. Seto's hands were brushing down her sides, causing her to shiver from the light touch, as those hands wandered down to her hips where they rested for a moment. She gasped and threw her head back as she felt Seto's hands on the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Ra, she was trembling with desire and want, as she felt Seto touch. She swallowed hard and breathed a little deeper to keep from crying out, but it was starting to get so hard. All she wanted to do was let go of everything in abandon and scream his craving.
The High Priest bent down and kissed Asha on the stomach with almost gentleness before trailing his lips up, his hands still massaging her inner thighs. Asha's muscles gave out on her and soon she was just a puddle of sexual pleasure as Seto continued his gentle assault. She closed her eyes and panted heavily, tears stinging the back of her eyes. Arching suddenly, Asha's head fell back and she closed his damp eyes. She was crying just a little.
"A-ah!" Asha's eyes flew open as she felt a sudden invasion at his entrance. She looked up at Seto and swallowed hard at the amused expression on the older boy's face as he pushed the single finger deeper into Asha, effectively stretching her just a bit for what was to come.
The finger came out and Asha almost moaned in disappointment until she felt two push inside. She gasped and panted as she felt just a little bit of pain from that. Seto nodded thoughtfully before adding a third finger. Asha gasped in pain and the older boy pushed in deeper and brushed against something that sent a jolt pleasure through the younger girl. She was bucking and writhing somewhat, wanting to feel more from the High Priest.
Seto pushed the slave's legs up until they were bent and welcoming him shamelessly. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Asha's, seeking entrance to them just as his hips snapped forward and he buried himself in the younger girl's entrance.
Asha screamed against Seto's lips and tears slid down her face as she felt Seto's unrelenting kiss press even deeper. She breathed heavily through her mouth and nose, trying to get a grip on the pain of suddenly being filled after so long. She cried harder as Seto pulled away and licked at her tears.
The High Priest pressed little soft kisses as he allowed Asha to adjust to him. When the girl relaxed a bit after adjusting to the sudden invasion, Seto began to thrust forward with slow, lazy strokes.
Before long Asha felt the pain vanish and pleasure replace it. She cried out and gasped as she felt Seto thrust in and out of her, brushing against the sweet spot his fingers had touched before. The pain was all gone by the time Seto had set a good pace that drove Asha crazy. The younger girl gasped, moaned and pleaded for more as she wrapped her legs around Seto's waist and pulled him even deeper inside of her. She whimpered and buried her face in Seto's neck as she felt the older boy rift away at her with each thrust.
And she loved each and every moment of it.
Asha was soon crying out and clung to Seto as the older boy began to pound into her with a fast, hard rhythm that had her sobbing and begging for more. She loved the feeling of Seto inside of her... she loved it so much...
'I'm going to die', Asha thought in her haze of passion. 'I'm going to die from this feeling inside of me'.
Each thrust became harder and more demanding, Asha breathing and calling out breathlessly. With another deep, hard thrust, fire and electricity rushed through the world and through Asha's body and the slender form arched dangerously. Asha threw her head back, fingers digging into Seto's shoulder as her muscles clamped down around her lover.
Seto could no longer hold it and he came, his hot seed slamming into Asha's body as he thrusted harder into her. The slave was clinging to Seto afterward, crying lightly. They were both so spent. Seto lifted his head and stared into Asha's mixed eyes, darkened by the pleasure. He pressed a tired kiss to her lips and fell down on top of her, kissing her once more as he looked back down at the gorgeous tease under him and smiled. This was going to make life worth living.
Asha made everything worth living.
The night ended rather pleasantly as Seto and Asha were left panting and utterly content. Taking his Light into his arms more, Seto kissed her sweet lips once more, as he held the small body all night until they both fell asleep.
* * *
In the morning Seto was the first the wake. At first he was reluctant to open his eyes, believing that all of last night was a dream. But when he opened his eyes and saw his Light beside him he let out a sigh of relief.
He held the girl closer to him, never ever wanting to let go. He was glad she was back with him and he with her. His life would of been nothing without her.
The door then opened and in came Bakura, smiling as he saw Seto and Asha.
"So, I take it you two are back together now?" Seto nodded, beaming.
"Indeed... and I am glad... say Bakura, can you turn around for a second?"
"Why? I've seen you naked before and eveyone knows I have a way better body then you"the Emperor teased. Seto smiled wryly.
"Yeah, I know... but there's someone beside me I do not wish for you to see naked".
Bakura was about to turn his head to Asha but then realised what Seto said and whirled around.
"Sorry about that Seto" he apologised.
"Its alright... ok, you can turn back now" Seto said as he had covered Asha up in the silk sheets.
"Well as I said, I'm glad you two are back together... but one question... did you two have to do it in MY bed? Like I'm glad you two are together now but did it have to be MY bed???" Bakura asked.
"Well... she wasn't going to come to my room and besides, the was the perfect place" Seto replied, shrugging.
"Yeah... but MY BED??? I don't even know if its wet or not... is it?" Seto grinned.
"Why don't you sit down and find out?"
"Uh, no thank you. I'll not risk it... but now I need my bed majorly cleaned... not saying you're dirty or anything" Bakura quickly added at Seto's raised eyebrow. "But I would like a clean, DRY bed when I sleep in it... oh will I never here the end of this from Malik... next time do it in his bed".
"I'll keep that in mind" the High Priest said, chuckling slightly.
"Well either way I'm glad you two are together".
"Me too" Seto agreed as he hugged Asha against him gently, the girl still sleeping.
"Say Seto, I have to get something that are near Asha... can you take her back to your chambers?" Bakura asked. Seto nodded.
"Sure... though I'll have to take this sheet with me" he said as he wrapped Asha up in the sheets she were in before pulling on his clothes.
"Sure thing... I never liked those sheets anyway" Bakura replied.
"Alright... well you later" Seto said as he picked up Asha in his arms and carried her out of Bakura's room.
Bakura let out a sigh as he headed to a cupboard near the right side of his bed. As he opened it he sat down without thinking on the bed. His eyes then shot open at what he felt.
"Augh! SETO!!!" he yelled out loud to which the High Priest, who was already out in the hall, let out a laugh as he headed back to his chambers with Asha still snuggled in his arms.
