Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ No One but Myself ❯ No One but Myself ( One-Shot )

~Disclaimers: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

~Rating: [NC-17] sex and a bit of torture
~Elements: Yaoi, Lemon, Mystery, One-shot, PWP
~Title: a spin off of the cliché `No one but you' (corny eh? Mwehehe)
~Seth x Seto (Past x Present)
~Enjoy!

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"Alright..Priest Seto.." Seto slowly said to himself.

"No, call me Seth. It is odd that we have same name." Seth laughed.

"Alright..Priest Seth.." Seto said rudely, not able to decipher the humor in what the man said.

"No, just Seth. We are equals."

Seto was getting irritated by the constant change of alias. "Okay. I get the idea. Seth." He said each word separately, annoyed with the strange man.

Seto couldn't remember much about the odd situation he was in; he only remembered himself getting up from bed in the middle of the night and seeing a dark figure standing before him. When he had a closer look, he saw a man that looked exactly like himself, except he had dark skin and he looked wiser and a bit older than himself. He wore a long, blue and white linen robe that had an ankh across the chest with a blue headdress with a golden crown shaped like a snake at the base of it. He also wore several articles of gold on him; a gold cuff on each of his biceps and ankles, a longer set of golden rings wrapped around his forearms, several thinner rings around his neck and one around his waist that served as a belt and held another piece of gold. The Millennium Rod.

"So you're telling me that you're my past self..a Priest of the Pharoah.. " Seto laughed at the idea, that stuff that Yugi and Ishizu were pestering him about was really getting to his head. "And why are you here? I never asked for this." He asked suspiciously.

"An excellent question." Seth said as he walked closer to Seto, eyeing him with interest. He pulled off the Millennium Rod from his belt, holding one end and tapping the head of the rod into his palm. "Something that will remain a question."

Seto stood perfectly still. He knew what the Millennium Rod was capable of from Malik. But then a thought struck him.

"Yes Seto. You are quite the intuitive one. But then again, of course you are. You are a reincarnation of myself." Seth smirked while Seto just stared at him with wide eyes. "Malik, or whatever their name may be, did not know the full potential of the Millennium Rod. However, I, the original holder, does."

"Get. Out. Of my mind." Seto breathed threateningly giving his past self a dirty look. He didn't enjoy that someone was able to pry into his mind, violating his thoughts.

"Why must you be so sensitive? We are one and the same. We should be sharing the same thoughts and feelings."

"We ARE NOT one and the same! You wouldn't even know how I feel unless you use that dirty trick and go into my mind!" Seto yelled angrily, remembering the crap that Ishizu told him about the events of 3000 years ago..blahblahblah..

He threw his fist at the priest.

Seth caught his fist with one of his hands. The impact made him wince in a slight pain. "You are strong Seto." He smirked again. "But not strong enough." The Millennium Rod glowed as it seemingly increased his physical strength. He quickly grabbed Seto's other wrist and in an instant he was holding both of his wrists in one of his hands.

Seto growled, the position that he was being forced into was painfully uncomfortable.

"First, you try to not show any weakness. Now you have become this melodramatic mess. It is actually quite amusing." Seth said, once again pulling out the Millennium Rod. "Seto, you must realize that we ARE one entity. The only difference is the eras in which we come from."

"That. Is the single most retarded thing I've ever heard in my life." Seto spat at him.

"You do not cease to amuse me Seto." Seth grinned as the rod began to emit a bright, golden light.

Seto was thrown roughly against his bed. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed to shake off the dizziness but found that he wasn't able to move a single muscle. He saw Seth approach him with a devious look in his deep blue eyes, just like his own. Seth pulled off the sheath on his precious rod, revealing a golden blade that reflected the moonlight.

"For someone who is supposed to be a reincarnation of myself, you are annoyingly stubborn." Seth said as he brought the point of the blade against Seto's stomach. "Even the great priests faced discipline when being taught a lesson."

Seth pushed the blade in a bit, just enough to penetrate Seto's skin and to make him bleed slightly. He dragged the blade up his torso painfully, yet teasingly slow, cutting through his skin and the silk of his nightshirt. Seto was unable to make any sound as he was still under the spell of the millennium item but his pupils contracted showing his pain and his horror. Maybe even his pleasure?

"Do you find this arousing Seto?" Seth sneered, prying into his mind once again. It was true; Seto found that the pain and the fear had made a strangely arousing mix.

Seth stopped dragging the blade when he had completely cut through Seto's shirt, showing a thin, red line down his upper body. He bent down and removed his headdress revealing chestnut hair that was a bit longer and wilder than Seto's. He started to kiss Seto's neck and slowly proceeded south, following the bloody path that he had made, lapping up the rich fluid.

He lifted his head taking the dagger into his hand, carefully cutting the silk bottoms along the seam line and exposing his other self fully. Seth put his bloodstained lips on Seto's erection and worked his tongue against it..exploring each crevice..driving Seto wild. Seth drew back his head feeling the coming of Seto's climax and wiped saliva off the corners of his mouth, watching Seto virulently thrash his head up in pleasure as he came.

"That was awfully quick." Seth said skeptically, crossing his arms.

"Shut up." Seto hastily replied, embarrassed; he was an inexperienced virgin.

Seth raised an eyebrow at him in silence then laughed out loud, he was still reading his mind. Seto gritted his teeth and glared at Seth like he was about to murder him.

"I do not blame you Seto..no one is worth your time to make love with. Are they?" Seth said lasciviously, kneeling before Seto, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"But how about this concept..?" Seth's voice and eyes were full of lust as he caressed Seto's neck with his fingers. "Make love to yourself.."

Of course, by that, Seth meant have sex with him, which tricked and confused poor Seto into thinking that they really were a single entity.

Seth whispered into Seto's ear softly, "Besides, I know that you want more. I do not need to read your mind to know that."

Making love with the mulatto-skinned version of himself seemed like a disgustingly arousing idea. Seto became light-headed and confused, he was falling under Seth's own spell.

Seth got up again and pushed Seto's shoulder making him lie flat on the bed. He removed the royal blue and white priest robe, revealing a muscular, chocolate-colored body. He kept his golden cuffs and accessories on though.

Seth started by pinning the cerulean eyed boy's wrists to the mattress and roughly kissing him on his lips to distract him from the pain that was about to come.

He didn't care much for the fact that he was about to strip the petals from the boy's virginity. He wanted it to be done quickly; cruelty was his style.

He took two, then three of his fingers, rimming Seto's arse, stretching the opening for himself to enter. Seto flinched at the strange sensation but continued on with kissing Seth, running his hands through his hair.

Seth inserted himself slowly into his beautiful and pale body; agonizingly slowly. Seto let go of Seth's lips breathlessly, draping his arms around him and hung onto his neck. His eyes were closed, preparing to receive him fully. Seth grabbed both of his legs and bended his knees over his shoulders and thrusted; hard. Seto's muscles couldn't stand this sort of flexing and cried out in pain as he felt muscles in his legs and his back rip apart. He became ecstatic with the mix of pain and pleasure, giving himself to Seth, who had complete control over his body and his soul.

Each one of Seth's thrusts became consistently deeper as he became more and more aggressive and possessive. Seto moaned, loving every moment of it; Seth's domination.

They both felt tension vibrate throughout their sweaty bodies. Seto arched his back in reaction to the sensation while his other self gnashed his teeth together and shut his eyes tightly. Unbeknownst to him, Seto cried out Seth's name aloud as they both reached their climax together.

It was over. Seto felt the heat of the wetness flowing inside of him as Seth withdrew, and the creamy fluid that covered him from his own ejaculation. Feeling hazy, he swallowed once and took a couple deep breaths in and out. His arms were outstretched on the bed and his eyes were half-open. It hurt for him to move.

Seth kneeled by him and bent down to kiss his lighter-skinned self passionately. He then moved down to his stomach and licked off the viscous, white liquid, feeling Seto's abdominal muscles writhe beneath his tongue. Seto let go of his breath, which he had been holding in tightly, as Seth got up slowly and retrieved the Millennium Rod, holding it before him. Seth looked at Seto with his signature smirk as the rod emitted a brilliant light again.

Seto's mind spun and everything went pitch black as he lost consciousness.

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The sun shone through the navy blue blinds as the rays of light hit Seto's face, immediately bringing him into consciousness.

He opened his eyes slowly, revealing his beautiful blue eyes. "Seth.." he quietly whispered to himself, remembering the night before. He then noticed that there wasn't a single rip in his clothes and his back and leg muscles didn't ache when he moved.

He jumped out of his bed and walked to the bathroom unbuttoning his shirt. When he looked into the mirror, the scar that he thought would be there, wasn't. He looked down on himself just to check twice, but he still didn't see anything.

Seto sighed, running his hand through his hair and looked up into the mirror again. He saw a version of himself with slightly longer hair and ebony skin. His eyes dilated in shock and he turned on the tap quickly, splashing his face with the cool, refreshing water, getting rid of his hallucinations.

"Had it all just been a dream?" Seto asked himself doubtfully.

When he lifted his head up from the sink, he saw a pack of razor blades. As if by automatic reaction, he picked up one of the blades and examined the small object. He brought the edge of the blade to his stomach and pressed the end of it into him, penetrating his skin. He slowly dragged it up his chest leaving a thin, red trail.

Seto recognized this mixture of arousal and pain and let himself enjoy it. When he reached the base of his neck he stopped and examined the cut, running his finger along it softly. He licked the salty, red liquid off of his finger, strangely remembering the taste of blood from last night.

But how can he? It was Seth who brought his lips to Seto's cut..

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THE END.

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~Chronicles315 ~