[YGO] One Shot - Only A Few Short Moments.
A Thief-King Bakura/High Priest Set fic. Inspired randomly by a friend of mine... so dedicated to you. :P
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The High Priest had continued to work in the time that the Thief was gone, working to keep the palace at temporary peace. Every other day there was a break in, every other week there was a theft on a tomb of one of the former pharaohs...
It was nothing new. Everything had fallen into a dull rhythem that beat against his eardrums until his head felt that it would soon explode if something didn't happen to liven things up around the palace...
Of course, just as he always seemed to think this, that was when he would show up. Baki. The Tomb Robber. The phantom thief. The invisible man who only showed himself to those that he wished to find him. Very rarely was he ever seen or even caught a glimpse of...
That was, to everyone but Set.
Blue eyes glanced curiously over his shoulder at the sound of something clattering to the floor behind him. "You're late." His voice was as calm and blunt as always. His tan hands moving away from the assortment of rings on the table before him, turning to face the white-haired man leaning against the doorway.
"I'm late? To my knowledge we never made plans."
Selfish.
Both of them were selfish, greedy men. Men who knew how to get what they wanted and would. Two sides of the same coin, despite how different their outward appearances may have been. Set had found that despite their differences in class, they had very many similar views...
Not that he would admit it. No, that would mean that he agreed to something that wasn't his own thinking. That just couldn't happen, now could it? Regardless, he stepped away from the table. Long robes trailing across the dusty stone floors as he walked to the man of shorter stature. Even if he was wider in the chest area, Set could still stare down at him.
Something that Baki found irritating, but Set personally enjoyed.
"We had agreed to meet up before the full moon." Set whispered, dark eyes staring into the ones a few inches below him.
"And I'm here, aren't I? The moon isn't rising for another few hours."
The Priest shook his head, long fingers rubbing his forehead as he felt his brain-splitting headache returning at full force. "Right. I suppose you're right." Though the silence from the white-haired one was far from comforting. "I'm busy at the moment, so come back later."
"No."
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Sometimes Set hated how blunt his 'partner' was. It was bothersome to give him such a title, but what else at this point could he call him? He was certainly not a lover. No love was shared between them, they both knew that. Though he wasn't close enough to be considered a 'friend' either.
Set would have to be an idiot to trust a thief that much.
"I came all the way down here, I'm staying until I get what I came for."
"And what would that be, Baki?"
"Tch. Don't play like you don't know, Set..." Dark hands trailed their way up the High Priest's back. Groping over his shoulder blades before he gripped the back of his neck. "You're usually quick to jump on me."
Quickly the Millennium Rod was drawn, the blunt side striking the shorter man across the face. A small look of distaste on the Priest's face as he noted the look of twisted pleasure on the other man's lips. "It looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson on respect, dog..." His voice was hollow. Emotionless.
Though the grip on the back of his neck tightened, causing Set to nearly drop the item of his strength to the floor. Barely able to keep his grip. "No, Set. It looks like you need to be taught some fear."
"Hn..." The brown-haired man's voice then held a low growl... "On. Your. Knees."
"These knees don't go down, priest. But I'm sure yours do." The smirk on his face was sickening. Showing how truly vicious and disturbed the vulgar man could be.
Set hated to admit that he liked it. He was a challenge. He was something that spiced up the life of routine and planning that he had grown so accustomed to...
Baki was just what Set needed.
And how he needed him...
Before either man knew it everything was on the floor. Clothes, jewelery... anything that kept their skin apart was forgotten. A push, a shove, kisses hard enough to bruise. The two men fought for dominance as their bodies shook the stone table beneath them.
Tanned hands gripped a equally tan, but scarred back. Their moans barely audible only due to rabid kissing. Blue eyes fell closed as they felt their body racked with pleasure of sweet release. Bright, white, glowing bliss that lasted for what felt like forever...
And then nothing.
Bodies barely able to move from the sheer force of the actions that took place. Set laid his head back against the table for a few long, hot moments.
It was different with him than it was with the pharoah. It was entirely pleasure, no emotions attached. No planned meetings, no arranged nights for 'just the two of them'...
With Baki it felt... free. The weight of the world above him seemed gone in those few, brief sweaty moments. Those few moments of pure... bliss were actually something that Set had grown to cherish...
Even after he and Baki had ended their rendezvous.
Even after they had begun to become enemies.
Even after he had ordered that the King of Thieves be put to death...
Set found that those short moments alone with the man with hair as white as the moon, were the best he had ever had in his life.
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The High Priest had continued to work in the time that the Thief was gone, working to keep the palace at temporary peace. Every other day there was a break in, every other week there was a theft on a tomb of one of the former pharaohs...
It was nothing new. Everything had fallen into a dull rhythem that beat against his eardrums until his head felt that it would soon explode if something didn't happen to liven things up around the palace...
Of course, just as he always seemed to think this, that was when he would show up. Baki. The Tomb Robber. The phantom thief. The invisible man who only showed himself to those that he wished to find him. Very rarely was he ever seen or even caught a glimpse of...
That was, to everyone but Set.
Blue eyes glanced curiously over his shoulder at the sound of something clattering to the floor behind him. "You're late." His voice was as calm and blunt as always. His tan hands moving away from the assortment of rings on the table before him, turning to face the white-haired man leaning against the doorway.
"I'm late? To my knowledge we never made plans."
Selfish.
Both of them were selfish, greedy men. Men who knew how to get what they wanted and would. Two sides of the same coin, despite how different their outward appearances may have been. Set had found that despite their differences in class, they had very many similar views...
Not that he would admit it. No, that would mean that he agreed to something that wasn't his own thinking. That just couldn't happen, now could it? Regardless, he stepped away from the table. Long robes trailing across the dusty stone floors as he walked to the man of shorter stature. Even if he was wider in the chest area, Set could still stare down at him.
Something that Baki found irritating, but Set personally enjoyed.
"We had agreed to meet up before the full moon." Set whispered, dark eyes staring into the ones a few inches below him.
"And I'm here, aren't I? The moon isn't rising for another few hours."
The Priest shook his head, long fingers rubbing his forehead as he felt his brain-splitting headache returning at full force. "Right. I suppose you're right." Though the silence from the white-haired one was far from comforting. "I'm busy at the moment, so come back later."
"No."
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Sometimes Set hated how blunt his 'partner' was. It was bothersome to give him such a title, but what else at this point could he call him? He was certainly not a lover. No love was shared between them, they both knew that. Though he wasn't close enough to be considered a 'friend' either.
Set would have to be an idiot to trust a thief that much.
"I came all the way down here, I'm staying until I get what I came for."
"And what would that be, Baki?"
"Tch. Don't play like you don't know, Set..." Dark hands trailed their way up the High Priest's back. Groping over his shoulder blades before he gripped the back of his neck. "You're usually quick to jump on me."
Quickly the Millennium Rod was drawn, the blunt side striking the shorter man across the face. A small look of distaste on the Priest's face as he noted the look of twisted pleasure on the other man's lips. "It looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson on respect, dog..." His voice was hollow. Emotionless.
Though the grip on the back of his neck tightened, causing Set to nearly drop the item of his strength to the floor. Barely able to keep his grip. "No, Set. It looks like you need to be taught some fear."
"Hn..." The brown-haired man's voice then held a low growl... "On. Your. Knees."
"These knees don't go down, priest. But I'm sure yours do." The smirk on his face was sickening. Showing how truly vicious and disturbed the vulgar man could be.
Set hated to admit that he liked it. He was a challenge. He was something that spiced up the life of routine and planning that he had grown so accustomed to...
Baki was just what Set needed.
And how he needed him...
Before either man knew it everything was on the floor. Clothes, jewelery... anything that kept their skin apart was forgotten. A push, a shove, kisses hard enough to bruise. The two men fought for dominance as their bodies shook the stone table beneath them.
Tanned hands gripped a equally tan, but scarred back. Their moans barely audible only due to rabid kissing. Blue eyes fell closed as they felt their body racked with pleasure of sweet release. Bright, white, glowing bliss that lasted for what felt like forever...
And then nothing.
Bodies barely able to move from the sheer force of the actions that took place. Set laid his head back against the table for a few long, hot moments.
It was different with him than it was with the pharoah. It was entirely pleasure, no emotions attached. No planned meetings, no arranged nights for 'just the two of them'...
With Baki it felt... free. The weight of the world above him seemed gone in those few, brief sweaty moments. Those few moments of pure... bliss were actually something that Set had grown to cherish...
Even after he and Baki had ended their rendezvous.
Even after they had begun to become enemies.
Even after he had ordered that the King of Thieves be put to death...
Set found that those short moments alone with the man with hair as white as the moon, were the best he had ever had in his life.
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