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Scream If You Love Me

 

 

A door closed quietly as to not make a sound. A man walked in with a wide, sadistic grin. Another male sat on his bed at his computer. The man who had just entered held up a gun. The man at the laptop took no notice. The armed man squeezed the trigger. The man working felt liquid racing down the side of his head and slightly panicked. The man with the gun smirked. The man with the now wet hair glared.

“Put. That. Damn. Thing. Away.” Seto growled. Bakura laughed and shoved the toy pistol into his cargo jeans pocket.

“What's wrong, Seto? Scared of a little lube?” he asked as he sat next to the CEO. Seto glared again and gave the thief the cold shoulder. Bakura leant over and sighed exasperatedly in the brunette's ear. Seto elbowed his lover in the stomach.

“I'm working.” he stated. Bakura bit his ear.

“I don't care. I've been sex deprived for a week. You will give me what I want, Seto Kaiba.” he hissed and snaked his arms around the other's waist. Seto had flinched at the bite, and grew angry.

“No. I'm working. Deal with it, Bakura.” he commanded coldly. Bakura fake-pouted and slid his hands between Seto's pants seam and ever-so-slightly tinted skin. Seto was serious if he called him “Bakura”. For sweet (-ish), romantic times, it was “'Kura”. For the outside world, it was “Albino Freak”. For in the house, fucking, or anything else, it was “Bitch”. Bakura purred in Seto's ear.

“What's with the recognizing of my name, darling? I'd be more turned on if you called me your bitch. I like that.” he whispered huskily. Seto growled again. He did not like to be interrupted when he was working.

“I'm work—” he began but was stopped when his member was grabbed.

“I said I don't care, Seto. Give. Me. Your. Dick!” Bakura said aggressively and squeezed harder. Seto squeaked. Bakura continued to stroke, mentally laughing at the great Seto Kaiba's squeak.

“Fuck….you…”

“Yes, you will.”

Seto moaned and his previously pounding-on-the-keyboard fingers began to undo his zipper. Bakura grinned and kissed Seto's neck. His hands worked harder, and Seto's groans grew. Seto leant back into the albino's chest.

“I fucking hate you…” he hissed with flushed cheeks and gritted teeth.

“Love you, too, bitch.” Bakura muttered and twisted his hands, making the Kaiba cry out as he came. Even though his hands were now covered in cum, Bakura traced his fingers up his lover's button-up shirt. He snuck his finger between the collars, and dragged it down with a force that knocked the buttons in every direction. Seto growled again. Bakura mouthed a fake apology and threw off the destroyed shirt. Just as he began to remove the pants, Seto grabbed the pale hands.

“Let me…save…this shit…” he huffed and flicked his eyes to the laptop's screen. Bakura stuck out his lower lip but let the CEO do what he wished. He hated technology now. It wasted sex time. But in the back of his mind he knew he'd forget about that hate once he got some good steak from the maids.

“Hurry, dammit.” Bakura growled after a long 30 seconds. Seto glared behind his back and then continued to save his work.

“Impatient bitch…” he muttered. Bakura smirked and started to rub Seto's chest. His fingers danced along cold skin, and his lips caressed the flesh of the neck. Bakura slid his fingertips over hardened nipples, and pinched them. Seto's breathing was in pants as his own fingers hit the keyboard. Finally, after one agonizing minute, the laptop was put away and Seto turned to Bakura.

“C'mere.” Bakura demanded seductively, curling his finger towards himself. Seto obliged immediately and pinned the Thief King to the bed. Bakura pushed his hands from his grasp and grabbed Seto's neck. He pulled his head down, and kissed him full on the lips. Seto opened his mouth wide and their tongues began to weave together. Saliva dripped from their mouths, and their teeth clashed against the other's. Seto's hands worked their way to lift Bakura's shirt off of him.

Bakura growled as the kiss was broken, but instantly got it back. His erection throbbed beneath his pants while Seto's poked out. Bakura yanked off the remaining clothing from the man above him and tossed it aside. Seto broke the kiss and hungrily latched onto Bakura's deathly white neck. Bakura moaned as the heated kisses went downwards and his nipples were bitten and sucked. Seto flicked his tongue on the left while his hand worked on the right. Bakura's moans grew into soft cries. At last, when Seto took a quick breather, Bakura flipped their position and gazed down at Seto's cock.

“Well?”

“Your brother better be in his room.”

“He's at a friend's house, bitch.”

“Good. Then your screams of pleasure shall not taint him any more.”

“Get the hell on with it!”

Bakura slid Seto's length into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it. Seto moaned loudly as Bakura sucked…hard. His hands dug into the bobbing skull, pushing forwards. Bakura pushed apart Seto's thighs, giving him more room. His lips continued to contract repeatedly and the flesh between them throbbed.

“I…I'm c-coming!” Seto cried while his back arched. Bakura's mouth filled with cum, but he kept sucking. “Dammit, Bakura! Ah!”

Bakura bit and Seto near-screamed. He swallowed and withdrew from Seto's member. He smirked and licked his lips.

“You tasted so good, Seto. I just couldn't help it.” Bakura purred his explanation as he straddled the brunette. Seto huffed and eyed Bakura's bulge.

“My turn.” he muttered and shot his hands to the zipper. Bakura grinned as Seto removed his clothing. His grin turn to clenched teeth as his own dick was taken into muscular hands. Seto squeezed and stroked, egged on by the white haired thief's moans of pleasure. By the time Bakura felt himself coming, Seto had thought of something ruthlessly evil.

“Don't stop, you fucker!” Bakura yelled when the hands stopped their magic. Seto smirked and shoved Bakura to his back. He hovered over him for a moment.

“You interrupted my work, so shut up and be a good little uke.” Seto ordered as he jammed two fingers into his lover. Bakura cried out, tossing his head back. The fingers scissored inside of him, and he felt like screaming. Once again, just as he was about to come, Seto stopped.

“Stop it, dammit!! If I have to be the uke, then you're gonna have to stop doing that!” Bakura argued. Seto glared.

“All you do is fight with me, `Kura. Why can't you just not complain?” he asked dangerously. Bakura narrowed his eyes.

“'Cause you're bloody hot, naked, and I need to either fuck or be fucked!” he said loudly. Seto grinned.

“Brit.” he mocked. Bakura blushed.

“Shut up! Do NOT bring up my hikari while we're fucking! You hear me?!”

“Tch. Loud and clear.” Seto said. Bakura looked triumphant. “Your voice is so loud I'm surprised my ear drums haven't busted.”

“RAWR!!” Bakura yelled and pounced on the CEO. Seto struggled beneath him, causing a pleasurable friction between their lower parts. Bakura smashed his lips on Seto's, and the fidgeting soon stopped. The kiss was passionate, to say the least. Lust filled the lovers' minds and souls as the kiss grew deeper and deeper.

“Oooo, `Kura…” Seto moaned.

“Seto…” Bakura hushed. He slid a finger into Seto, and at the escaping “oo”s and “ah”s, inserted two more. The fingers thrust into the dragon-lover mercilessly. Seto, once again, near-screamed as he hit his third climax. Bakura smirked and took out his slender fingers, turned around, bent over, and dug through his pants pockets. Seto lay in his place, panting and staring at the perfect, tight ass before him. He would've squeezed it if its owner didn't turn back around with a gun.

“The fuck?” Seto whispered. Bakura grinned. He pointed the gun to Seto's chest where his heart was, and his index finger hovered above the trigger.

“This'd be so much better if I had thought to tie you up like an uke.” Bakura muttered and pulled the trigger. Seto shut his eyes tight; he couldn't remember if the Lube Gun hurt or not. Yes, he forgot things that quickly when he allowed himself to do so. Well, it didn't. It felt cold against his body, however.

“Me? An uke? No.” Seto stated. Bakura shrugged and tossed the gun aside and busied himself by rubbing the lubricant over Seto's front.

“Why do you like this stuff anyway?” he asked as his hands gracefully slithered along the bare skin. Seto growled. Bakura looked at him and gazed into the sapphire orbs that took his breath away. “Well?”

Seto didn't speak.

“Seeeetooooo.”

No reply.

“Wait, do you just not know? Or are you just afraid to admit it? Hm?” Bakura taunted. When Seto didn't reply, he whispered huskily in his ear: “Are you afraid to admit that you are at loss for an explanation? That you don't know the answer such a simple question?”

Seto growled again, face flushed.

“Is the Great Seto Kaiba unknowing of something he should know?”

“I hate you…”

“Hate is how I feel about the Pharaoh and his father. Hate is what you feel for him, too. And his brat. That pesky, annoying little rodent! That pest who destroyed your reputation! The bastard that humiliated you!”

Seto calmed and began to relax even as hands the color of death trailed all over him; even down his thighs.

“That is hate, Seto Kaiba. Is that what you truly feel about me? Do you really hate me? Or do you love me? Pick now, love. It'll decide on how hard I go on you.” Bakura hissed into the warm flesh of Seto's ear. Seto pushed his cheek against Bakura's.

“You know I'll never say it, `Kura. You know I never will.” he whispered. Bakura let his face drop just a bit. He lifted his lips from Seto's ear and lowered them close to his pale-pink ones.

“I love you, Seto. More than I love my hikari.” he hushed softly. Seto smirked.

“I thought we couldn't bring him up while we were fucking?”

Bakura grinned.

Seto blushed.

They were so close…

“You can't. I can.” Bakura said quietly, his breath warm on Seto's face. He kissed him, and slid his lube-covered hands on his own member. After he finished that, Bakura lifted up Seto's legs to fit over his powerful shoulders. Seto broke the kiss and gazed at Bakura. They both had lust spilling from their eyes.

“I'll scream only for you, Bakura.” Seto huffed as he felt his lover's dick against his hole. Bakura smirked.

“As I will for you.” he said. Bakura positioned himself, and with a nod to Seto, plunged into the taller. Seto cried loudly. Bakura pumped harder into him, hitting a certain spot that even Seto didn't know existed.

“Ah! Ooo, Baku-RAA! DAMMIT!!” Seto shouted, clinging onto the Thief King's back. Bakura chuckled.

“Ironic…eh? Sounded….like you….AGH!! Said…Ra-damMIT!! SETO!!” Bakura yelled back, losing control of his instincts. Seto didn't respond with words, only moans and cries. Bakura thrust harder and faster, getting more pleasure from Seto's bucking hips. Seto dug whatever fingernails he had into Bakura's pale back.

“Fas…faster…. Hard…harder….” he moaned into his ear. Bakura obliged and dug his own claws into Seto's sides as he pushed aggressively. Seto cried out again, throwing his head back. Bakura, being the cannibal he used to be, couldn't resist plunging his fangs into the supple flesh.

Seto banged his fists on Bakura's back.

“DAMN YOU!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. Bakura bit harder, and licked up his favorite blood to drink like a thirsty dog. He knew Seto was about to come, and quickened his pace.

“Oh, Seto. Your blood…” Bakura moaned. Seto, being the vengeful bastard he was, chomped down on Bakura's own neck, but didn't draw blood as fast. Bakura gasped. He pounded harder into Seto, now becoming merciless. Seto roared. Bakura knew he was about to come.

“Fuuu-UCK!!” Seto yelled. Bakura looked into the ocean blue eyes.

“Scream for me, Seto. Scream as loud as you possibly can. Show me you love me. Now, SCREAM!!” he demanded, and began to thrust harder than he ever did. At the hardest, most ferocious one yet:

“ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!” Seto screamed. Bakura's ears began to ring with the ongoing scream of pleasure and pain mixed together. Seto had come, but Bakura hadn't even reached his first climax. He kept pumping into his boyfriend, mind fueled by the screams made only for him. At last, he let out his own roaring scream.

Bakura caught himself before he fell, and rolled over on his side. Seto held onto him, burying his face into the snow white hair that curled over sweating shoulders. Bakura nuzzled his nose into tufts of brown, and fell asleep, holding Seto in his arms.