Seto Has Issues

...thoughts he kept hidden by smoke and mirrors, hidden where he rarely had to acknowledge them.

It was cool out in the backyard, cool enough to raise gooseflesh on Seto's arms. He walked over to the one tree this patch of land possessed, a sentinel keeping silent vigil against an uncaring world. Reachng up, Seto located the blanket he kept draped over a branch, cloth melting-dark against the trunk. After settling himself, he let time slide gently past as he watched the stars...watched nothing... thought nothing. Looking up into the depthless void of the sky Seto's perception suddenly twisted and for one long, dizzying moment he felt as if he were hanging upside down over a vast eternity with nothing to keep him from falling forever except the weight of the earth sucking at his back. He blinked and the world settled...but not before he was swept up in a rush of lust, with a barely-formed image lurking at the back of his mind.

Folding his hands behind his head, Seto breathed in the chill air until his body had calmed. At last, he stood, unconsciously brushed off barely-existant dirt and folded the blanket before slinging it back onto it's customary branch. He went inside to bed. His sleep was not dreamless.

He was backing away from someone, a presence in front of him solid and powerful. Though the figure was menacing it was also arousing and his mouth went dry with desire. Something at his back...trapped...a wall? No...lower...a table? No... it was the Sprint and he fell back sprawled across the hood with disbelief and a sense of panic...

Seto woke to find himself hard, hips thrusting shallowly against the mattress. With an angry sigh, Seto gave in to the inevitable. Rolling over onto his back, he reached for the glass of water he kept on his night table. It would dry too quickly, but for now it would serve.

As he slowly began stroking himself, Seto's mind edged closer to thoughts he kept hidden by smoke and mirrors, hidden where he rarely had to acknowledge them.

He was lying, stripped and vulnerable, with hot lips running along his neck, tracing the line of his collar, teeth scraping just the right side of pleasure/pain and though he tried to shake his head 'no', it felt more like response than negation and

Seto slid his left hand underneath him, trapping it between his body and the bed. His feet nudged back under the covers, until he could feel the heavy weight of the blankets across his ankles. His right hand sped it's motion, and now his own slickness was enough to coat him; every ridge and crease of his palm sending tingles through his over-sensitized flesh.

He was trapped, unable to fight, unwilling to fight as a hand curled around the heavy length of his arousal. A low voice rumbled in his ear, no words just the throbbing purr of someone murmurring senselessly, breathing rough and quick between the sounds. Then the weight moved, shifted and his own breath stopped for an instant as he felt a hot, wet mouth take him in

Now his hips were jerking off the bed, he was thrusting into the tunnel of his hand as much as stroking downward, yet his wrist was steady, inexorable and relentless, as if he would move this way until the end of time regardless of Seto's desire and

The heat all around him and he needed to come, now, RIGHT NOW and

his body shook and trembled and thrust and

please

please, please

pleasepleaseplease

Breath stopped, life stopped, thought stopped, a thousand pulses of climax sparkled along his nerves, shattering him into the darkness. After a timeless moment of intensity, the world reformed around him.

Looking down with distaste, Seto quickly pulled a few Kleenex out of the box to wipe the aftermath from his hands. Standing, he stripped out of his pajamas and threw them into a corner before striding to the bathroom to stand under a spray of water for a long time.

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