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Seto Kaiba wasn't the type to waste time taking long showers. Like everything in his life, it was often a quick operation, efficient to the extreme.
No form of comfort for him, no sir. There was a task to be done, and it had to be done within five minutes, with no delay on his schedule.
Seto would come in, turn on the hot water, keep it running for three minutes, put on shampoo, rinse, think for exactly two minutes about some company issue and a possible solution, and then turn on the cold water to force himself to speed things up and get out. As mentioned, everything was very fast and efficient.
That was his usual routine. That morning was no different: he was in his two-minute thinking phase when he heard a noise behind him. Like any sensible person, he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and hurled it at the intruder, hitting him square in the face. Too bad the intruder was Atem, and he wasn’t completely unwelcome.
"This is a very... personal way to say good morning to someone," the Pharaoh said, rubbing his nose.
Seto retorted, "Maybe next time don't try surprising someone while they're taking a shower! What are you, a psycho?"
"I’d say more like a sort of boyfriend who wanted to spend time with you."
"In the shower?"
Atem's gaze softened with the kind of warm exasperation usually reserved for children who hadn’t yet grasped the concept of fire. "You really don’t know," he repeated, shaking his head slightly, water droplets catching the light as they flicked from his hair. "There are many ways for two people to have fun in a shower, Seto. Not all of them involve shampoo bottles to the face."
Seto wiped water from his eyes with a sharp flick of his wrist. "We don't have time for fun," he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite. The steam curled between them, softening edges that neither of them had ever managed to sharpen against the other.
Atem grinned, slow and knowing, stepping fully into the shower despite Seto's protests. The water sluiced down his bare shoulders—when had he undressed?—and he crowded Seto back against the tiled wall with deliberate ease.
"Your meeting," he murmured, tracing a fingertip along Seto's collarbone, "isn't until noon. It's currently..." He glanced past Seto's shoulder at the digital clock on the vanity, its green numbers blurred by steam. "Eight-seventeen. We have time."
Seto's breath hitched—just slightly—as Atem's fingertip lingered on his collarbone.
"We don't have time," he muttered, though his usual conviction was undercut by the way his pulse jumped beneath Atem's touch.
"You know," Atem mused, his fingers still tracing idle patterns along Seto's collarbone, "we used to do this all the time."
"We?"Seto repeated, knowing it was a trap. They sure didn't share a shower before.
"Me and you...well, the other you. Set loved to takw a bath with me."
"He loved..."
"He said it helped him to relax," Atem said, apparently nonchalantly," To beat honest, I loved to help him relax. He was always so tense. "
"You helped...touching him..."
Atem's smile made him resemble the Cheshire Cat.
He'd realized all too well that he'd hooked his prey and wasn't about to let go. He continued, "Oh, I was doing so much more than just touching him, my dear..."
Now, Seto Kaiba wasn't a jealous man. He had no reason to be: Atem had chosen him, even at the prospect of ruling in the afterlife. This was more than a confirmation of the other's priorities.
But there was always that underlying feeling, that envy toward that other man, who wasn't Seto, not really, who had had experience he hadn't had (but was actually making up for it more than enough).
His pride couldn't tolerate it. If it had been just a matter of pride, perhaps he would have spent more time thinking about it, weighing the risks against time and so on. But there was also an element of lust that he, quite naively, hadn't considered.
Atem's touches were like fire on his skin, and Seto found himself wanting more (and woe betide anyone who says it, but five thousand years ago, things went something like this: Set had ceremonies to attend to, the Pharaoh was naked and ready, one look was enough, and...well, Set was just a man).
Seto pouted—an expression so uncharacteristic it made Atem's stomach tighten—but finally nodded, a sharp, barely-there jerk of his chin. Atem's smile widened, predatory and bright, like sunlight glinting off the edge of a blade.
Atem crowded him back against the tiles, his mouth hot and insistent on Seto’s. His hands were everywhere: sliding up Seto’s ribs, thumbing his nipples until they pebbled under the spray, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Then lower, palming the curve of his ass, kneading the flesh there with a possessiveness that made Seto gasp.
"Easy..." Seto hissed as Atem's fingers dug into the soreness along his hips, the sting sharp enough to make his knees buckle. He caught himself against the tiles, water sluicing down his back in hot rivulets. "Or are you trying to cripple me before noon?"
Atem paused, his hands stilling against Seto's skin. The steam between them thickened as he exhaled, slow and deliberate, before ducking his head to press an apologetic kiss to the curve of Seto's shoulder. "My apologies," he murmured, lips brushing damp skin. "I was... overzealous last night."
Seto’s breath hitched when Atem’s fingers slowed, dragging soap across his collarbones in slow, deliberate circles. "You don’t have to..." he started, but Atem cut him off with a chuckle, pressing a kiss just below his ear.
"Oh, but I want to," Atem murmured, his voice a low hum against Seto’s skin. His hands slid down, slick with soap, tracing the ridges of Seto’s ribs before palming the taut planes of his abdomen. Seto’s jaw clenched, muscles twitching under Atem’s touch, like he was fighting the urge to lean into it, or maybe bolt. Atem smirked. "You’re tenser than Set ever was. Let me help you."
Atem's fingers worked in slow, maddening circles across Seto's abdomen, kneading the taut muscles there with a patience that bordered on cruelty. The water cascaded over them both, heat turning Seto's skin pink under Atem's ministrations. He could feel the tension coiled tight in his gut, the ache building low in his belly, but Atem's hands never strayed lower than his hipbones, never so much as brushed the hard line of his cock where it stood stiff against his stomach.
Atem’s thumbs pressed deep into the hollows of Seto’s hips, kneading the tender flesh there with a precision that bordered on torture.
The steam thickened between them, clinging to their skin like a second layer, and Seto’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts. Atem traced the ridges of his abs with his fingertips, following the water’s path down Seto’s torso, pausing just above the twitching muscle of his lower stomach. His cock ached, straining against nothing, untouched and ignored. Seto’s fingers twitched against the tile, the urge to reach down and relieve himself almost unbearable.
"You’re shaking," Atem murmured, pressing his lips to the curve of Seto’s shoulder. His hands slid around to the small of Seto’s back, fingers splaying across the dimples there before dipping lower, cupping the swell of his ass with a grip that made Seto’s breath hitch. Atem kneaded the flesh roughly, pulling him flush against his own body, the heat of him searing even through the water’s scalding rush. Seto bit back a groan, his cock twitching against Atem’s thigh. "You’re so responsive," Atem continued, voice low and thick with amusement. "And yet..." His fingers ghosted up Seto’s spine, skirting the curve of his ass, deliberately avoiding the cleft between. "I haven’t even touched you where you want it most."
Atem's fingers traced the ridges of Seto's abs with agonizing slowness, the soap-slick glide of his palms leaving trails of heat in their wake. Every muscle beneath his touch
"Stop," Seto gritted out, his voice rough as he braced a hand against the shower wall. His fingers curled against the tile, nails scraping for purchase. "If you're going to do something, do it. Don't waste time."
Atem chuckled, low and husky against Seto's ear, his breath sending shivers down his spine despite the scalding water. "You of all people should know," he murmured, fingers kneading the firm muscle of Seto's ass with deliberate slowness, "time is a currency I have in abundance." His thumb brushed teasingly over the crease where thigh met cheek, tracing circles just shy of where Seto was starting to ache for him. "And I intend to spend every second of it on you."
Seto bit back a groan, his hips twitching forward of their own accord, only for Atem's grip to tighten, holding him still. "Shameless," he hissed, though the word lacked its usual venom. It was hard to muster indignation when Atem's fingers were tracing the rim of his asshole with maddening lightness, barely there, just enough to make his breath catch.
Atem’s fingers kneaded the firm flesh of Seto’s ass with deliberate slowness, thumbs pressing deep into the muscle until Seto’s breath hitched. The steam curled between them, thick enough to taste, and Atem relished the way Seto’s body tensed beneath his hands, like he was fighting the urge to arch into the touch. His fingers traced teasing circles around the rim of Seto’s asshole, just barely brushing the tight furl of muscle, and Seto’s grip on the shower wall tightened, his knuckles whitening against the tile.
Seto leaned forward, bracing himself against the slick wall, and Atem seized the opportunity to press closer, his chest flush against Seto’s back. He licked a slow, hot stripe up the shell of Seto’s ear before nipping at the lobe, his breath huffing damp against his skin. "You looked so good last night," Atem murmured, voice rough with want. "Riding me like you couldn’t get enough." His fingers circled Seto’s hole again, dipping just inside before retreating, maddeningly light. "Those long legs of yours wrapped around my hips, that tight little ass taking every inch..."
Seto shuddered, the water sluicing down his back suddenly scalding where Atem’s breath hit his skin. His fingers dug into the tile, the smooth surface offering no purchase as Atem’s thumbs pressed deeper into the meat of his ass, spreading him open just enough to tease. "You...have no...shame" he started, but Atem’s tongue flicked against his earlobe again, wet and hot, and the words dissolved into a sharp inhale.
"No shame?" Atem finished for him, chuckling against the damp shell of his ear. His fingers circled Seto’s hole with infuriating lightness, barely dipping inside before retreating. "You love it." He punctuated the claim with a nip to Seto’s pulse point, just hard enough to sting. "Last night, you were begging for it, spread out on your sheets like a feast, those pretty thighs shaking when I finally let you come."
His fingertip pressed in just past the knuckle, and Seto’s back arched involuntarily, his hips jerking back into the touch. "You came so hard, it was beautiful to see."
Seto blushed. At that point, he should be used to that. The truth was...he would never used to Atem talking to him like that, and not used to like it. He would kill to keep it secret, through.
Atem found Seto's prostate. It was like to be electrocuted. The man would cum soon. And Atem knew it.
Atem's fingers paused, curling possessively against Seto's hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing the damp curve of Seto's ear. "We should have fun together," he murmured, the words a dark promise wrapped in steam. Before Seto could retort—before he could even draw breath, Atem shoved him forward, pressing his chest flush against the slick tiles. One hand pinned both of Seto's wrists above his head with effortless strength, while the other slid down the length of his spine, possessive and slow. "I'm going to make you come so hard you can't see," Atem vowed, his voice rough with want.
"You talk too much," Seto spat, twisting uselessly against the hold. "If you’re going to do something, do it. Or are you all talk?"
Atem laughed," Oh, I will show you."
Atem's laugh curled against the nape of Seto's neck, low and knowing, before his grip tightened, one hand still pinning Seto's wrists to the tile, the other sliding down to spread him open. Seto barely had time to suck in a breath before Atem thrust into him, hard and unforgiving, the slick stretch of it punching the air from his lungs. The water sluiced between them, heat turning to steam where their bodies met, and Seto's knees nearly buckled at the sudden fullness. Atem didn't pause, didn't give him time to adjust, just set a brutal pace from the first stroke, driving into him with the same relentless precision he'd once used to dismantle duel monsters boards.
Seto's fingers scrabbled uselessly against the tile as Atem fucked into him with a rhythm that left no room for thought, only the white-hot drag of friction, the slap of skin against skin echoing off the shower walls. The water beat down on them both, blurring the edges of sensation until every thrust felt like lightning arcing up his spine. He could feel himself trembling, thighs quaking with the effort of staying upright, and the ache in his cock was unbearable, leaking against his stomach, untouched and ignored.
"Touch me," he snarled, twisting his hips back into the next thrust, but Atem only laughed, low and dark, tightening his grip on Seto's wrists. "No." The word was a whip-crack in the steam-heavy air, final as a guillotine's drop. "You'll come when I let you."
Seto bit back a groan, his cock twitching pathetically between his thighs, flushed and dripping. Precum beaded at the tip, streaking down his length with every brutal snap of Atem's hips.
The orgasm hit Seto like a freight train, white-hot and all-consuming, stripping him of thought, of breath, of anything but the searing pulse of pleasure that wracked his body. His back arched violently, muscles locking as he came untouched, thick stripes of cum painting the shower tiles in front of him.
Atem didn’t slow, didn’t relent, driving into him with relentless precision until Seto’s vision blurred at the edges, his gasps ragged and broken.
Atem followed moments later, his grip on Seto’s hips bruising as he buried himself to the hilt, his release spilling hot and heavy inside him. Seto could feel it, the wet spill of it dripping down his thighs, mingling with the shower’s spray. The sensation was obscene, intimate in a way that made his skin prickle with something sharper than shame. Atem groaned low in his throat, his forehead pressing between Seto’s shoulder blades as he rode out the last tremors of his climax.
When Atem finally pulled out, Seto nearly collapsed, his legs trembling like a newborn foal’s. Only Atem’s hands kept him upright, sliding around his waist to steady him. The water washed over them both, rinsing away the worst of the mess, but Atem didn’t let go, instead, he turned Seto in his arms, his gaze dark and hungry as it traced the streaks of cum still clinging to Seto’s thighs.
"Look at you," Atem murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. His thumb swiped through the mess, smearing it across Seto’s skin with deliberate possessiveness. "Beautiful." Before Seto could muster a retort, Atem’s teeth sank into the curve of his shoulder, sharp enough to sting, sharp enough to make Seto jerk against him with a startled gasp.
"If you think we're going to keep having sex just because you're horny, forget it."
That's exactly what they ended up doing, because they were both horny freaks, one of them with years of repression to work out (and it wasn't the former spirit trapped in a Millennium Item.)
In the end, Seto was late for the meeting. No, no one cared, and the world didn't end.