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Warning: There is lemon in this chapter, so if you don't like it…uh, this is a prideshipping fic so why are you reading this far?
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Chapter Twelve – Swordplay
Atemu jerked his head back, his back arching at the momentum, narrowly keeping the tip of Seto's sword from cutting his throat. The boy's arm came up, slicing through the air toward Seto's gut. The captain leapt back, his blade slashing vertically at Atemu's body, but the kid stopped the action with his own sword and knocked the pirate's hand away.
Atemu's arm was out away from his own body and Seto pressed the advantage. He lunged, slamming his shoulder into the boy's chest and shoving him back up against the wall behind him.
Atemu let out a muffled cry of pain as the action jostled his shoulder, his hand let go of his sword and it clattered to the ground.
The two men panted from exertion, the brilliant light of the late-morning sun filtering through the windows glistened off of the sweat on their bodies. Cobalt eyes met burning scarlet, and Seto read something in those eyes that was familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he might've seen it.
After a long moment of crackling emotion, Seto stepped back and considered the boy with a critical eye.
Part of him felt a twinge of guilt for adding further injury to the boy, but at the start of their training sessions, Atemu had insisted that Seto hold nothing back, and so he hadn't.
"You're good, kid, but the way you're fighting now will never be enough to save your brother. Maybe in a fair fight you might stand a chance, but Louis and his guards will not fight fair. They'll hone in on your every weakness and press them until you're exhausted, and then they'll finish you without mercy. You have to learn to push past the pain, to stop relying on the freedom you get from not wearing your tunic. Those things will be the death of you if you continue to use them."
Seto pushed the toe of his boot under Atemu's discarded tunic, kicked it up into the air, and tossed it over to the boy.
"Your enemies won't give you the time to undress, and you won't always have the chance to remove your tunic if you're suddenly attacked. So we're going to have to work on that. There's no time like the present, and all that." Seto instructed.
Atemu shrugged into the tunic with a look of supreme distaste on his face. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck.
"Let's see what you've got, Santiago."
Atemu dropped to the ground and spun, knocking Seto's feet out from under him. The pirate hit the floor with a grunt and when he opened his eyes, he found Atemu half straddling, half crouched across Seto's waist, the tip of Seto's sword pressed lightly over Seto's heart.
Seto felt surprise and anger rising at being defeated, but he was also pleased with the kid's progress.
Atemu grunted, a slight grin spread across his face before he stood and backed away.
"Good, but you can do better." Seto said as he got to his feet.
Atemu leaned his hip against a table, his hands braced on the sides as he took a moment to catch his breath.
Seto gave the kid a moment to recuperate, taking that time to appreciate Atemu's body.
He had kept his tunic on, but over the course of the training period, the front of the tunic had come open to reveal smooth, well-sculpted muscle covered over by luscious copper-gold skin, the white bandages and black leather trousers the only things obscuring full view of the boy's well-sculpted body. Atemu's trousers hung low on his hips, revealing the arch of his hips and the full measure of his abdomen. Long, muscular legs were cupped to perfection by the material, leaving only the more interesting parts of the kid's body to the imagination.
For a moment, Seto gave in to the luxury of wondering how it would feel to have those legs wrapped around his waist; how those hips would nestle his own as he drove into Atemu's body with abandon. He could almost see the defiance in those scarlet eyes, the stark rebellion on his face even as Seto forced the boy to cry out in ultimate ecstasy.
Atemu's eyes suddenly locked on Seto's own cerulean ones, and he arched an eyebrow in inquiry.
"You ready to continue?" Seto asked.
"I don't know, captain. Are you in a condition to continue?"
Seto arched an eyebrow and dropped his eyes for a moment, inwardly flustered at being caught in the middle of his lewd thoughts.
Atemu let out a long-suffering sigh before straightening from the table and he sheathed his cutlass.
"We can continue tomorrow when you're not quite so indisposed." He said as he headed for the door.
Seto was dumbfounded at the boy's blaze attitude. He would've thought that he would be a bit more expressional than this.
Seto whirled and grabbed Atemu's wrist. The boy spun with an agitated look on his face as he faced the pirate, but that seemed to have been his mistake. Seto pulled the boy into his arms and crushed his mouth over Atemu's. When Atemu tried to push the pirate away, Seto grabbed the boy's hands and locked them at Atemu's sides.
Atemu felt overwhelmed by the emotions that swept through him at Seto's fierce kiss, if this devouring, possessive meeting of lips could even be classified as a kiss. He couldn't define what he felt. He could identify a few of the myriad of emotions; there was instinctive rage that was quickly drowned out by shock and then…what would one call that strange stirring in one's stomach, the slight quickening of one's heartbeat?
Seto pulled his head back a little, looking into Atemu's eyes for a moment. His eyes were darkening to crimson, but it wasn't from temper. He looked bewildered, but not repulsed. He leaned in again, sliding his lips over Atemu's.
He skimmed the tip of his tongue across Atemu's lips, coaxing the boy into a response. He heard Atemu suck in a breath and hesitantly he opened for Seto, the pirate didn't waste a second before he swept inside.
Atemu gasped at the feel of Seto's tongue touching his, exploring his mouth with an almost child-like curiosity. The first time Seto had stolen a kiss like this, Atemu had felt such rage and disgust well up inside, but this time it was different. This time, Atemu couldn't explain the intensity of that foreign emotion within. It was like Atemu had stuck his hand into a raging fire, and it burned him from the inside out…and he didn't want the fire to burn out.
With uncharacteristic timidity, Atemu met Seto's assault with his own, their kiss suddenly becoming a duel for dominance. Seto released Atemu's hands and instead of trying to push Seto away, Atemu pressed himself flush against Seto's frame and their hands were suddenly everywhere. Seto's left hand fisted in Atemu's hair and tugged the boy's head back. Atemu's breath came out harsh and rapid, his breath breezing across Seto's face as the pirate's mouth latched onto Atemu's throat. He sucked and licked and nipped the skin, eliciting slight breathy gasps.
Seto's right hand pushed the boy's tunic down off of his shoulders, his fingers grazing over smooth, heated skin, tracing the edge of his bandage that covered a wound that ultimately led to saving Seto's life. He slowly pushed Atemu back, and the boy grunted in surprise as the backs of his thighs hit the table. Seto dragged him up onto the table and began exploring, savoring the feel of Atemu's hands in his hair, his fingertips sending shots of pleasure coursing through Seto's body, and made his manhood swell even more.
Seto's tongue replaced his fingers as he continued to trace along the bandages, tasting the saltiness of Atemu's skin and savoring it, wondering if this would be the last time he'd get a chance to do this. His hands finished ridding Atemu of his tunic and tossed it to the ground, and then he skimmed over Atemu's leather clad thigh until he cupped Atemu in his palm.
The boy gasped in sudden pleasure. He kept waiting for the resulting repulsion that he had felt whenever Louis had taken the liberty of touching him. Granted the former prince turned king never got anywhere close to touching him the way Seto was, but even so all Atemu could think of was that it wasn't enough. He wanted more of everything.
Atemu's hands gripped the collar of Seto's tunic and he ripped it open. His eyes skimmed over the silky expanse of Seto's body, and marveled at the leashed power that was within. Atemu's index finger touched one of Seto's budded nipples, and at the pirate's encouraging groan, he leaned forward to give the bud a short lick before sucking it into his mouth. Seto tossed his head back at the feel of Atemu's hot, wet mouth on him, and he ground his palm into Atemu's arousal beneath the material of his trousers.
Seto undid the button on Atemu's waistband and lifted Atemu into his arms before he shoved the trousers down Atemu's hips and thighs and finally they too joined the pair's forgotten tunics on the ground. Seto stepped back to admire Atemu in his full glory.
Seto couldn't remember any before who looked half as delectable as Atemu.
Atemu was all lithe, sinewy muscle; there wasn't an inch of fat on him. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail at the start of their practice duels, but from their previous play the cord had come undone and the tri-colored hair hung straight around the boy's shoulders. His exotic now-crimson eyes bore an intensity that could rival Seto's, an innumerable amount of emotions ranging from confusion and curiosity to full-blown arousal flitting across his sharp features.
Seto couldn't stand it anymore; a wave of possessiveness flooded him, screaming at him to claim Atemu as his own. He knew that Atemu hadn't had any lovers before, and he practically salivated at the prospect of Atemu being solely his.
Seto's mouth found Atemu's and they both threw everything they had into the kiss. Atemu's hands worked to strip Seto out of the rest of his clothes until they were both bear to the other, their sweat soaked bodies shimmering in the sunlight.
Seto was a magnificent creature, to be sure. He was tall and pure, corded muscle. His body was striped with a multitude of scars, old and new, all from his years as a man who had been cast out of his own country and left to fend for himself and his brother. Something within the pirate captain cried out to Atemu's spirit, like kindred souls finally meeting one another for the first time, two halves of the same whole. Atemu's left hand palmed Seto's manhood while his right hand gripped Seto's hair, holding him in place as the boy kissed Seto with a desperate fervor he hadn't known he possessed.
Seto's head spun at the pleasure of Atemu working his arousal. He gripped the pirate with enough force to make Seto arch into the touch, silently commanding for more, but not enough to injure him.
He rocked his hips lightly, the tip of Seto's manhood bumped into Atemu's, and they both groaned in pleasure. They ground into each other, searching for more of that incredible ecstasy, but it wasn't enough. They craved more.
Seto detached himself from Atemu, and he raised his free hand to Atemu's mouth before the boy sucked two of the pirate's fingers into his mouth. He sucked and licked and moistened them, all while his eyes remained locked on Seto's. The pirate almost moaned in anticipation.
Once he was satisfied, Seto pulled his fingers out and trailed the wet members down to Atemu's entrance.
Atemu jumped at the touch, but after the initial shock, he relaxed as Seto inserted one long finger into Atemu's body.
The boy squeezed his eyes shut as he ground his teeth at Seto penetrating him. It hurt, bad, but at the same time it was strangely erotic. As Seto slowly dragged the single moistened digit in and out, stretching the boy for what was to come, Seto's mouth peppered soft kisses along Atemu's forehead, cheeks, lips, throat, and shoulders.
"Shh, relax." He murmured into the boy's ear, and when Atemu obeyed, he slowly inserted a second finger, carefully scissoring the boy's entrance.
Atemu pressed his face into Seto's neck. His pained gasps practically tore from his throat into Seto's ear. After a moment, Atemu bit down on Seto's skin, at the crook of his neck. Seto hissed as pleasure jolted through him.
Seto's free hand wrapped around Atemu's arousal and began to pump in slow, firm strokes, trying to distract the boy from the pain of the preparation.
Atemu jerked and cried out in sudden pleasure as Seto's finger prodded Atemu's prostate.
"Do that again." He demanded breathlessly, and Seto smirked arrogantly before complying.
He suddenly had Atemu writhing in pleasure, gasping out his name and begging…well, that was a little presumptuous. Atemu wasn't begging to be filled; he was demanding to be filled. Seto usually wasn't the type of man to obey orders, but in this case he didn't mind at all. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his manhood.
The head of his arousal teased Atemu's entrance, and Atemu rocked his hips forward just as Seto thrust, both meeting halfway, forcing Seto's manhood to be swallowed up by Atemu's body.
The boy bit down on Seto's shoulder again, but he still let out a muffled cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Seto stayed still, allowing Atemu to adjust to him before he slowly began to move.
Atemu's arms trembled as he tried to keep himself up on his hands and knees, but the assault of pleasure that racked his body made him feel weak.
While Seto was still firmly embedded inside Atemu, he turned Atemu onto his back, lying across the tabletop. The sight of Atemu, his face flushed beneath his tan, his eyes darkened to a deep crimson, his chest rising and falling with each panted breath and his soft moans and cries urged Seto on.
The pirate's control snapped, and he started pounding into Atemu with a renewed urgency. Seto searched for the perfect angle, and he knew the moment he hit Atemu's sweet spot. The boy's right hand shut up to cover his mouth and he bit down on his knuckle, all while his body arched up in silent demand for more of the same. Seto gladly complied, burying himself inside Atemu's tight, molten body again and again, moans of his own ripping from his throat as he neared release.
He began to pump at Atemu's arousal, and the boy bucked wildly against him, calling out Seto's name, even though it was fairly muffled by his hand.
Seto gave one final, sharp snap of his hips, burying himself deep inside Atemu's body before he threw his head back with a shout as he released inside Atemu. The boy's own cries mingled with Seto's, and the pirate felt Atemu's warm seed spilling across his hand.
Seto lowered his eyes to take in the sight of Atemu in the afterglow of his orgasm. He had twisted the upper half of his body, one arm flung out wide while the other continued to cover his mouth. The boy's eyes were half-lidded, and they were misted from ultimate pleasure, his breathing fast and shallow, his body covered in an extra layer of sweat. His hair was spread out beneath him, one foot propped up on the table while the other leg was wrapped around Seto's hips.
"That…was amazing." Atemu murmured, astounded that this was what sex felt like. He had been curious, but hadn't really felt the insistent craving that had been stirred up by Seto.
"Mm-hmm." Seto hummed as he felt himself slip out from Atemu's body, and he braced his hands on the table on either side of Atemu's waist to catch his breath. Once he was certain he could walk without his legs threatening to give out, he tugged Atemu to his feet and pulled the boy into his arms.
Seto couldn't understand the stirring within him. It was different from the one that had led to his physical arousal, and yet strangely, it seemed just as intimate.
"Come with me." He whispered into Atemu's ear, and a slight nod was his reply.
Seto stiffened as he reached his climax, his shout muffled by Atemu's shoulder as he draped himself across the boy's body.
It was strange to him. Seto was no stranger to sex before Atemu, he'd had quite a few lovers of both genders over the years…but none seemed to compare to Atemu.
Oh, sure, some of them were a bit more experienced and knew how to pleasure him in a way that the boy, who had been a virgin just four hours earlier, couldn't, but there was something different about Atemu that Seto couldn't understand.
Atemu grunted at the added weight of Seto pressing him against the mattress beneath their bodies, and he nudged the pirate with his shoulder in a silent request to get off so that he could breathe. Seto rolled to his side and lay there, looking over at Atemu while the boy struggled to get himself back under control.
Atemu had his eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the bed as he made an effort to take deep breaths. His body must be aching from the marathon they had, but he didn't seem to pay any mind to it.
Seto reached out and, with the back of his fingers, he brushed the blond strands of the boy's bangs away from his face to get a better look. Atemu opened one crimson eye to look over at him in askance.
There it was, that silent defiance that Seto knew would be there. Even though he had claimed Atemu six times that day, the boy continued to remind Seto that he could have his pleasure, but Atemu wouldn't let him take anything other than that.
Maybe that's what it was what made Seto think Atemu was unlike his previous lovers. Unlike them, who had practically thrown themselves at him, Atemu was making him work for what Seto wanted. He was stubborn, arrogant in his own right, and he was incredibly independent. The boy had the makings to become great. He was protective, possessive; he would put his life on the line to protect those he felt needed protecting. In a lot of ways, Atemu reminded Seto of himself when he had been Atemu's age.
Atemu's eyes closed again as exhaustion no doubt finally took its toll, and Seto reached out to pull the boy into his arms.
As he listened to the deep, even breathing of Atemu as the boy drifted off into unconsciousness, Seto couldn't help but feel anxious about what was to come.
In two days' time, they would arrive back in Spain, where Atemu would face off against the King of Spain himself in a move to rescue his little brother. He would be sacrificing himself, and Seto felt a twinge of agony as he felt this nagging feeling that something terrible would happen to Atemu.
He tightened his hold on the boy, wondering if that would be enough to keep the boy safe.
Seto vowed that he would go back with Atemu, knowing that Louis and Phillip would turn their attention toward Seto instead of Atemu…Seto shook his head to dispel those dismal thoughts.
It was too soon to worry about that sort of thing. There was still quite a ways to go before they got to Barcelona…it didn't do Seto any good to think about what might happen when they get there.
Exhaustion finally pulled Seto into its clutches, and within moments, he joined Atemu in slumber.