Quiet
Kaiba Seto is a quiet person; his mannerisms smooth and movements paved with intent. He is clothed in striking silver, sleek and proud as the dragons that have grown to symbolize him.
Bakura is also a quiet person, though in a different sort of way. He is quiet like a prowling wolf, a knife to the back. Equally striking though more dangerous; bearing a promise of death underneath the outfit that owes him no representation (chosen by his host, irrelevant to his persona).
Kaiba Seto knows this.
Though he prides himself on fearing nothing -- not the unknown, not the roughness of the way in which Bakura claims him -- Kaiba Seto cannot help but feel unnerved by his craving for Bakura; by the corruption that binds him to the thief; by his coarse hands and jagged edges.
The feelings of Kaiba Seto are nothing to Bakura. An amusement, at best. He invades the CEO's bedroom by night -- never bothering to hide from KaibaCorp's security - he's far too talented for that -- without fail; driven by the arrogant presumption that Kaiba Seto shall not resist him. It is a firm belief: unchallengeable.
The pathetic thing, Kaiba Seto reflects -- bitterness evident in ice-cold eyes -- is that Bakura is repeatedly correct. Seto will not resist.
He simply can't.