Twist - Part 4.
A/N - Back from my holidays now, so here's an ikkle update on Twist, because I'm quite enjoying this one. The chapters are short, but meh, I care not. I'm lazy. If you want to bug me about it you can try, but I'll probably be asleep. Oh, and did anyone else see the Yu-Gi-Oh movie? Am I the only one who now thinks Pegasus is great?
Twist 4
Seto liked his work. It was interesting - to him, at least - and it was calming. It was something he could really get *absorbed* in.
*DRIP*
Something wet landed on his shoulder and sank into his white shirt slowly, but his mind refused to acknowledge that it was probably his unwelcome houseguests and he kept on typing, not moving to turn around.
*DRIP DRIP DRIP*
*Twitch*
*DRIP*
"All right," he finally growled, "How did you get in here? I know I locked the door."
A hairpin was held up by Bakura, who had been dripping on Seto, the thief's clothes soaking wet and clinging to his lithe form in a nice, revealing sort of way.
"He's a tomb robber. It's what he does." Yami said, calmly taking off his tight black shirt and wringing out the water intot he remains of the pot-plant by the door.
"Where did you even *get* that?" Seto glared, aiming the look of doom at the innocent hairpin.
"I found it." Bakura smirked proudly.
"Where?
"In my pocket, with all this other stuff. I think Ryou puts it there."
Having said this, Bakura began to pull various items from the poclet of his tight jeans, things that really shouldn't have been able to fit in there in the first place. String, cellotape, scissors, a nailfile, a few odd keys and a fistfull of carpet tacks. Yami looked quite interested.
"Let me see." He murmured, moving to stand in front of the thief and sliding his hands into Bakura's back pockets, bringing the two of them very close together. With a quick glance to make sure Seto was sufficiently riveted to the scene, Yami yanked the white haired spirit to him and crushed their lips together, Bakura's pale hands sliding up the pharaoh's sides to fist in his multicoloured hair. There was an indecent amount of writhing and a number of almost obscene moans and low growls before Seto finally got his rampaging hormones under control and threw a paperweight at them. It missed, but it got their attention.
"Yes?" Bakura raised an eyebrow in question.
"I'm trying to work." Seto informed the spirits.
"We're not stopping you," Yami smirked, licking his lips.
"Unless you want to join in..." Bakura added.
"Yes, you are stopping me, no, I do not want to join in, and if you don't get out of my office right now someone in this room is going to bleed and it isn't going to be me." Seto snarled.
"I think he likes it rough," Bakura stage-whispered to Yami, who snickered.
"OUT!!" Seto screeched, hurling a stapler at them.
"Fine, fine, we're going." Yami pouted, trying to look hurt. Suddenly he brightened up and grabbed Bakura, rushing out of the door and slamming it behind them. Seto sighed, massaged his temples for a few minutes, then attempted to get back to work.
Outside the door, Bakura looked puzzled.
"What are we doing now?" He asked.
"Remember when we were walking around trying to remember the way back to Seto's office so we could look wet and sexy and drip on him?"
Bakura nodded.
"Well," Yami continued, "there was a *computer*."
"Yeah, and?"
"Ryou never let you play with the internet, did he?" Yami looked evil.
"No," Bakura didn't see what all the fuss was about, but from the look in Yami's eyes he decided it was probably going to be fun.
"You'll enjoy it. Come on, I know a site where you can print out the entire Karma Sutra."
TBC