A/N: WHO THE FUCK USES A FUCKING LEAF BLOWER FOR FIVE FUCKING HOURS!? My neighbors are about to die. I just don't even. OMFG DO YOU KNOW HOW DAMN ANNOYING IT IS!? I can still hear it... I'm about to suffer a psychotic break, I promise. Off of my insanity, now... This is Prideshipping. For anyone who wanted the sequel... My eye is twitching.. Oh my goddess.. Just oh..
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Chapter What the Fuck Ever: Prideshipping
YGO episode One
Yami stared serenly at Seto Kaiba from across the dueling arena. He was wearing a smirk, eyeing Seto with keen interest.
"If you truly want to know, Seto... Open your mind!"
Seto cried out in pain and confusion, stumbling back. Yami's stomach turned and flipped, making him gasp. For the first time, he saw Seto as someone else... Somewhere else...
But that was impossible. He didn't even know who he was or how he got here. There was no way he'd recognize another...
So who was he?
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Battle City Quarter-Finals
"...Battle City Finals. Do you understand?"
Seto was looking at Yami, eyes flashing in the florecent lighting of the blimp. Yami stood up straighter and cleared his throat.
No, because I wasn't listening to a damn word you said.
"Of course." he replied, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
/Who's full of shit?/ Yuugi asked through the Link. Yami mentally stuck his tongue out.
"Kaiba-sama, please! If you continue this tournament-"
Seto cut Isis off with a single glare. "Miss. Ishar, I have had more than enough of your nonsense. Go spout your bedtime stories to someone who cares."
Isis reached out for him, her bronze hand clasped his pale one. In that moment, it looked at though Seto shared the skin color. Yami felt a wave of confusion and clutched his head as his vision tunneled.
He saw a slightly tanner version of both he and Set, tangled in sheets, moaning and crying out, naked bodies moving together. The scent of oils assaulted him and he coughed. In that moment, the him from his memory uttered one name in unison with him:
"Set..."
"What did you just call me?" Seto was looking at him with barely concealed interest, some emotion that Yami could not place hiding just below the cold blue eyes. Isis stared openly at him, while Mariku to her left just looked bored. Or like he wanted to stab someone.
"I said... Uh... Set..Oh. Se-to. Yes. I must have coughed in the middle there somewhere. Maybe I'm coming down with something. I'll just be going to bed now."
He turned quickly, gasping when a strong hand caught his arm. Mariku leaned down right next to his ear.
"You should probably get well soon. I'd just hate for you to miss our little duel..." he hissed. He stood straight once again, handing Yami a card. "Here you are, Pharaoh. You must have dropped it."
How did he get one of Yami's cards? He didn't even know. Didn't really care. He just stood it and calmly walked away. He waited until he was in the dark of the halls to flat out sprint. Wind rushed past him and he felt a sense of freedom that had been stripped of him when he'd trapped himself. A small gleeful laugh escaped his lips. He was well aware he'd passed Yuugi's room, but he couldn't stop. More laughs came forth.
/You should laugh more... It's nice./ Yuugi commented through the Link. Yami threw his arms out and indulged himself in a small twirl. He crashed through the door leading to the blimp top dueling platform, throwing himself down onto the cold flooring. He knew Mariku wanted his life. He knew that as soon as he solved this problem, another would arise. There was just no escaping it during the day.
He let his eyes slide shut and he released a long sigh. \Why don't we quit, aibou? I'm sure I can find some body to possess. We can just run away. You and me.\
Yuugi appeared beside him, grasping his hand. Though Yuugi was just a spirit, Yami could feel the fingers, the warmth and familiarity they radiated. They both looked at eachother, goofy grins on their face.
/Yes. Somewhere calm. A small town. No one will every find us. We'll live in a fall out shelter. Forever./
Forever? No... Yuugi would die eventually. And then what? Yami imediately turned away. Something about this situation felt all too familiar. Like he was about to lose someone he cared deeply for. Did he love Yuugi? Of course. He couldn't imagine his life without him. But... Not in that way. Not agape as the Greeks called it. Why didn't languages these days have several forms of that little word, showing exactly what you meant by it?
"You really will get sick if you stay out here."
Yami shot up, eyes falling on Seto's tall form.
"What are you doing out here?"
Seto smirked and strode closer, actually sinking to his seat next to Yami. He threw himself back, eyeing the sky.
"I always do. You aren't the only one who needs to escape. The only one people count on." Seto replied quietly. Yami looked at him before slowly lowering back down. If he even moved an inch, he and Seto would be touching. The whole left side of his body would be brushing the right side of Seto's.
And it felt right.
"Set... Seto. I'm sorry. I will leave if you'd like."
He looked at his somewhat friend, really wanting him to say that it wouldn't be needed. Seto though for a moment before looking at Yami.
"No. You can stay. Please."
Yami nearly shat bricks. Seto had just asked him to stay? He settled back trying to scoot his leg towards Seto's without him noticing.
"You keep calling me Set." he said, still eyeing Yami. The Pharaoh stopped his antics and looked up at him, a sheepish smile on his face.
"Forgive me..."
Seto smiled. Actually. Fucking. Smiled. Maybe Mariku was bringing about the end of the world...
"No... I like it... Like... Deja vu. It feels strange, but you know it's happened before." he tried to explain, moving his leg to meet Yami's. Whether it was on accident or not, the yami did not know. But Seto didn't move it.
/I'm just gonna go to my soul room now. Use my body for all intents and purposes, but don't get me killed. Love you!/
Yami sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Yuugi. He was going to kick his ass.
"You don't even look like him." Seto said, breaking the silence. Yami whipped his head to the side, eyes narrowing.
"What?"
Seto chuckled and covered his face with his hands. Yami opened his eyes again, cutely tilting his head. Was Seto... embarassed!? He smiled and rolled, straddling Seto's torso to pull his hands away. Just as he had suspected, the man's cheeks were painted a dark pink, eyes dancing with delight.
"The man from my memories."
Yami froze all at once. Seto dreamed about him? The other him? From the past.
"The resemblence is there..." Seto whispered, brushing a golden bang back from Yami's eyes. His hand brushed against his cheek fondly and Yami found himself turning his face into the touch. "But he was... darker. His hair a bit more wild. Less red. His eyes... were always lined with something dark. His lips... smiled more."
As he said the last part, Seto's blue gaze did indeed fall on Yami's slightly parted lips. He leaned up slowly, thumb rubbing soothing circles on Yami's cheek.
"But.. they weren't as smooth. I guess the desert sun has that affect..." he whispered before planting a small kiss on Yami. The other man repsonded quickly, eyes sliding shut.
"You don't look like him, either. He was much darker. Less rude. His hair.. A little darker. A lot longer. He still held your grace and passion, though." Yami whispered against Seto's cheek. He felt the man wrap his arms around his waist.
"What would you know about my passions, Pharaoh?" Seto drawled, quickly switching their positions. He trailed small, closed mouth kisses along the pale neck of Yami. Yami was at a loss for words. "You missed one major difference... He was always on bottom."
Yami blushed insanely, hands against Seto's chest and eyes downcast. His rival captured his lips again, fingers barely grazing his sides. He shivered from the cold as much as Seto's teasing touches.
"I-... Seto..."
"Nnmph."
"I mean... Set. Don't do something you're going to regret."
That made Seto pause. His slightly clouded gaze fell on Yami's amythest one, nose crinkled slightly. "I'm not... But I'm also not going to be on the bottom. Sorry, Prince."
Yami shivered at the use of his old nickname. Seto smiled, showing rows of perfect white teeth.
"I promise I won't regret it if you promise to not tell Isis I might believe in all of her... nonsense." he whispered. Yami grinned.
"I promise." Yami replied.
Things moved quickly after that. Clothes were tossed aside, shoes thrown on top to keep them from flying away. Seto worked Yami's body like a pro, much better than Set ever did. Maybe it was a modern thing, Yami did not know.
"You're so pale..." Seto commented, kissing his way to Yami's belly. He dipped his tongue into his naval making the other gasp and buck.
"Yeah, well. You're really tall. Let us keep the obvious in our heads, 'kay?"
Seto laughed lowly, his breath spilling out over Yami's skin. The former Priest looked up as he kissed the skin between Yami's groin and his belly. The shorter let out a low moan, back arching up slightly. Seto smiled and licked and nipped the inside of Yami's thighs.
"Seto... Please."
"Are you begging?"
Yami glared. Seto smiled before engulfing almost all of Yami's need.
"Oh, yes... My priest."
Seto moaned at the memories that came rushing back. Yami's hands were fisted into his hair, not enough to be painful, but enough to be felt. Occasionally he'd let the brunette locks fall between his fingers, loving the silky feel of them. He screamed as Seto sucked especially hard, fingers dancing around his entrance.
"Yes..." he breathed as it was inserted. He hadn't made love since coming back. He knew, somehow, that he was waiting, looking for his Set. His Seto.
"I've missed you, Prince. Bakura will not take you from me this time."
Yami just moaned and climaxed, his seed coating Seto's throat as the last of the fingers were inserted and scissored. He roughly bucked back, making the fingers fall free.
"Inside. Now." Yami commanded. Seto smiled softly and lined himself up.
"As you wish." he hissed, slamming in and out. Neither wanted soft and sweet. It'd been too long. Thousands of years can make one a bit sex crazed.
"Faster... Harder..." Yami panted, writhing. Seto groaned, teeth latching onto Yami's shoulders. They rolled together, one entity in that moment. Two souls reuinited, climaxing under a full silver moon.
A King and his Prince, brought back together by the very fate that tore them apart so long ago.
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YGO episode 224 (if you don't know, that's the last one... )
Seto watched, pain crashing through every cell of his body as the Pharaoh-his king!-stepped away from him, this time forever. He watched as his past self rushed forward to embrace Atem. Tears stung his eyes, along with everyone else's who was present. He couldn't... He couldn't survive this.
How could Atem leave him? How? He promised... Five thousand years ago, he promised he would find his way back! And for what? To be left again? It was too surreal. Nothing made sense. Mokuba was there, dragging him up the stairs so he wouldn't be crushed by the falling tomb. But in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to die, right there next to Atem. To join him in paradise.
Yuugi's voice floated to him from some far off place. His eyes fell on the teen. He looked so much like Yami that it hurt. Yuugi turned to look at him, a deeper pain that Seto's own in his eyes.
Maybe, just maybe, they'd get over this. As Yuugi took Seto's hand in his own, he had another thought:
Maybe, just maybe, he could learn to love him as he did Yami.
A/N: SHIT THAT WAS SAD. I kind of fixed it at the end, though. I hope you all enjoyed. (: Let me know. Next up: Irateshipping, then Puppyshipping, then Exoticshipping (Isis/Bakura). Still taking request. Now, I'm going to chill with some Indie and a bottle of water. My headache is killer. Night, y'all.
~Nightingale.