A/N: Yes, I said Shrimpshipping was next. I lied, it's after this one. The plot for the Shrimpshipping is longer than this. But this is Antagoshipping for Ruby of Raven. You wanted supernatural beings? Well, darlin', you got them! A dark god and a light god, with an Uke!Seto. I hope you enjoy it. (:

For those of you who don't know, Antagoshipping is Bakura/Seto.

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Chapter.. Thirteen...?: Antagoshipping

Bakura's POV

Every time I do this, I say it will be the last time.

Every trip across the Earth that was so long ago destroyed by my kind. We didn't like life, we hated it.

But somehow, he survived. The very life force we were seeking to destroy, lived.

I suppose that's just my luck that'd I've become entranced by the light always surrounding him, the way he moves, speaks. It's all so beautiful. It's like someone turned on an inner light within, making him shine the most radiant above all others.

Not that there is anything light left to compare him to. The ground beneath my feet is dead, the sun no longer shines. We truly did a grand job.

I shake off these negative thoughts as I pump my legs faster, make my arms swing harder. I have to reach him, now. My sanity is leaving me. But he can fix it. He's fixed me. Almost.

"Come!...Oh Bringers of the Dawn... And make us a brand new day! Bring us your light in radiant hues..." I sing. He taught me the song. It keeps me calm. I like the light it brings. "Bring fire from heavenly places! Push back the night and return to us the light... With the hope that a new dawn embraces."(1)

Sing, sing. Run, run. Nearly there...

"Hello..." he whispers. His presence, though still a good bit away, wraps around me. I shiver and groan at the warmth that sinks into my very core. He's so bright, all the time. It makes me disgusted with my own darkness. Sometimes, I find myself turning away from his hiding place, though I can never truly get away from him.

"Hello." I return. Even my voice is darker than his. It's deep, gravely, slightly accented. Don't ask me how it happened, I haven't a clue. I can feel his smile. It crackles in the air. He truly is a psychic force in his own right.

"Are you well?"

I scoff. Why does he always converse with me before I reach him. "I want to see your face." I breath. I push myself harder. The cave entrance is just in sight. The dark clouds that always obscure the once blue sky begin to crackle with energy. I look up at them. It's as if they know my sin.

"Do you know, clouds?"

A lightning bolt strikes the earth next to me. I yelp and choose to take that as a yes.

"You should stop provoking the elements, Bakura. They don't play nice with your kind."

Finally, I can see him. He's there, at the mouth of the cave, his light penetrating all darkness from the shadows. He's illuminated, like always, pale lips pulled up into a half-smile, though his eyes are still dark with sadness. Something stabs into the middle of my torso. I refuse to call it guilt, though that is what it is.

I took away his home, his people. I wrecked his playground, stole his toys, so to speak. I smile. I like that analogy better. It makes me feel like less of a villain and more of a two-year old.

"I didn't provoke anything. I asked a question."

Seto smiles fully, lighting up completely like the true god that he is. "And they answered."

As I skid to a stop in front of him, he tilts his head. "You need a bath."

He actually sticks his tongue out at me. Mature. "Yeah, there aren't many of those where I'm from, Seto."

He nods and takes my hands, warmth immediately traveling up my cold arm. How he stands to touch me is a miracle in itself. I'm cold, paler than the snow. My veins show through my skin. My white hair is caked with dirt and maybe some blood, I don't really keep track anymore. But his eyes tells me there is indeed some of the crimson liquid.

"I'm sorry..." I try. He doesn't stop or even turn back to look at me.

"For what? It is your nature, Bakura. I cannot change that anymore than you can."

Panic attacks me. I don't want him to say that. He doesn't mean that. "Don't say that..."

He turns to me then, hand already reaching out to cup my slightly wet cheek. I won't call them tears, though that is what they are. "Bakura, you were born and raised in the dark. You were the dark half of the world for so long, humans forgot you existed. You cannot change that. You can get better, but the urge to kill, darken, and destroy will always be there. "

I really don't want to hear his words anymore, so I cover my ears like a child. The second I take my hands away from his, I feel the dark creep back in.

"Bakura, don't be so immature." he snaps, scowling. I don't like the look on his light face. It doesn't belong there and it makes it worse that it's aimed at me.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble, taking my hands away from my ears. I really am immature, but I'm pretty sure I was born that way. The scowl immediately fades and is replaced by his trademark smile. I sigh in relief.

"It's alright. I didn't mean to snap. Now, come on. You really do need a bath."

I nod. I probably do, it might have been myself I was smelling the whole way here, not the death and decay. I haven't seen him in some months, it's been hard to get away from the others. If they discovered us...

I can't think about it.

As he tugs me into a makeshift room, I smile. The room is highlighted blue by the water that lays in the middle. Seto casts so much light that it actually reflects off of the pool. He truly is blinding.

"Now, you can bathe!" he says and a small smile tugs at my own lips. I love to make him happy.

I slip out of the dirty tee I wear, and my jeans after that. Completely bared, I slide into the water. He watches, eyes scanning my body inch by inch as it disappears into the water until only my head remains. He's curled up on shore, white tunic not getting a speck of dirt on it, though he was sitting on the ground. He shakes his head.

"No, your hair too." he demands. I roll my eyes and take one breath before throwing myself backwards into the water. I close my eyes as the water sweeps over me. It brings a tingling sensation with it, like light is invading my very core. I love it, revel in it. So much so that I forget I need to breath.

"Bakura!" Seto shouts. My eyes snap open to see him above the water, frantically pawing at it to reach me. I gasp and choke on the water that invades my mouth. I break the surface coughing and sputtering, but clean.

"Seriously, Kura-Kura. How do you forget something so simple as breathing?" he asks. I give a goofy smile and look up at him.

"That happens a lot when you're around." I say. He scoffs, though a smile creeps across his face. "

"Don't be lame, Baku." he breathes. I smile harder. I love his little nicknames for me. They bring some semblance of normality to my turbulent life.

In a split second, I'm aware of his warm hands on my arms, my bare body next to his. I swallow and let my eyes travel from his eyes down his body. The white tunic sticks to him in such a delicious way that the dark in me cries out just to ran him into this pool's bottom. But I won't. I'm trying so hard to be more like him. He's perfect, so perfect. I would say I love him, but that's just too overused. What we have is something different. It defies the law of nature and man. But I can't stay away from him. Sometimes I wonder if he feels the same.

"Bakura..." he whispers. I've moved closer, now. My hips are pressing into him. I look up at him with half lidded eyes, hands already dancing up his sides to hook around his neck. He shivers, probably from the mixture of cold water and my freezing skin.

"I'm cold, Bakura." he whispers and the light dims some. I panic and drag him to shore. I can't have the light dimming in the slightest, though I know it's because he's cold. I feel lost without his light guiding me back to this peaceful shore. I push him down and lay over him, removing his tunic in the process.

"Is this better?"

I know it is, but only slightly. My skin still feels like ice to him, just as his is fire. Fire and ice. The humans used to think that the world would end with the two, but mine began with it.

"Yes." he answers, lips moving across my bare shoulder, nibbling occasionally. I groan and occupy his lips with my own. Our bodies move of their own accord. We crave each other, no matter how wrong. Even gods fall.

"I love you, Bakura." he moans as I kiss my way down to one of his nipples. I pause.

"You are my everything, Ahku." I return. He smiles at the little nickname I use. But truly, calling him light is absolutely correct. I crawl down his magnificent body further, eyeing his arousal. I swear, it glows too.

"Are you just going to stare, or do something about it?" he asks. He's becoming impatient.

"I can't admire the view?"

He bucks his hips up, only to have them held down by me. "Later."

I lean forward, running my tongue up the shaft of his member before lightly sucking on just the head. He gasps, and locks his jaw. He knows what the sounds do to my feral side. It isn't pretty.

"Please... More..."

I obey and take nearly all of him, bobbing my head slowly. I stroke anything I cannot reach, and swirl my tongue in intoxicating patterns. His control slips and a moan escapes, but no urges to completely ravage him rise. I pull away and tilt my head. He notices that there is no light in my eyes that promises malcontent. I smile and return to my previous endeavor. He slowly lets moans and groans slip forth, a few at a time. The more control I keep showing, the more pleasure he shows.

I told you, he is fixing me.

He lets out a strangled cry and comes, his essence filling my mouth. I sputter slightly before swallowing it all. Everything about him shows the god that he is. His light, his taste, smell. The only thing out of place is the sadness, though. I killed everyone he held dear, but he forgave me.

And honestly, I don't know where I'd be without him. Probably writhing in the dark, wasting away like the worthless shit of a god that I am.

"Stop bringing yourself down." he whispers, hand on my cheek. I lean into the touch, dragging my fingers lightly from his waist to his neck. He shivers and leans up, lips attaching to my own. His arms snake around my neck and pull me down, so that I'm once again draped across him. I know he can feel my need against his thigh.

I draw my fingers up his legs and hook them behind his knee before pulling the limb up and out. I slide over slightly, so that his legs are on either side of me, before I hold three fingers before him. He looks at me the whole time he sucks. He truly is talented with that mouth of him. Maybe he's not as light as I assume. Nothing so brilliant should be able to look so sinful.

An involuntary moan leaves the back of my throat as he slowly draws his mouth off of the fingers before latching the sinful thing back onto my shoulder. My first finger circles his entrance before slowly entering. He's relaxed, like always. I don't think anything can phase him. Even now, with his heaving chest and darkened cheeks, he looks totally pulled together. He's never lost control.

"More." he whispers. I enter two more fingers at once, knowing he can take it. I'm as eager as he is. I don't know how much longer I can take this. His muscles clench slightly, before once again relaxing. The only sign that he's in pain. I kiss his throat lazily.

"I'm ready." he says. I lean up until I'm resting on my forearms, positioned at his entrance. As I enter, I keep my eyes open and breath his name. He moans softly, hands finding my shoulder blades. I remain still for a moment before rocking back and forth slowly. His moans grow in volume until finally, the loudest yet slips from between those petal soft lips.

"Bakura!" he cries, grinding back against me. I pull out and strike that spot every time, making him pant and occasionally thrash his head. His legs wrap around my waist and pull me in deeper, making me cry out. He's so warm, especially here.

"Are you close?" I ask. I sure as hell hope he is. It's been too long. He's so warm. His hands are grasping at my back, looking for leverage as my hand encircles his member and begins to pump. He arches up into me, a long cry leaving his mouth.

"Yes, yes!"

I thrust especially hard, bringing both of us over the edge. Lightning and thunder assault the outside of the cave. Once again the elements know, and they rebel. Their most intimate being in the arms of the one that brought the world to the brink of destruction.

I can't blame them for hating me.

His eyes are closed as I lay beside him, softly brushing his hair from his eyes. His breathing deepens, and I know he's asleep. I don't snuggle up to him. It will only make him cold.

Instead, I grab his hand and kiss it, allowing my own eyes to slip shut.

This will be the last time.

I swear it.

A/N: Wellllll, I hope you enjoyed it.(: I rather liked this one, though I haven't an idea why. Maybe you will too. Next: Shrimpshipping, I swear...

(1)-It's actually one of my Wiccan chants. I was humming it for the equinox, and this had already been underway, so I was like THIS IS PERFECT FOR BAKURA! & flew to the computer. Not really. I can't fly... However, amicus meus flew to Rome, and he has returned to me! Let us celebrate.

I know I will. With a bowl of rice. I'm starved!

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~Nightingale.