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In another one of those long stretches of Kaiba's work, Atem had turned up at the office. It hadn't been the usual show-up-out-of-nowhere, either. This surprise trip had been after a couple of weeks away in a tournament. Kaiba seemed to be a little unfazed at his arrival, however. Hours of doing puzzles had eventually taken their usual toll on his

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No human voice called out in reply, but a soft sound seemed to come across from the master bathroom. After a few moments, another similar sound followed. The first might have been ripping cloth, the next few a variety of human grunts and growls. It finally started to escalate into impacts against the wall.

Something was going on in there.

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The Priest quickly pressed the advantage he had won.

"Of course, my Pharaoh," he said confidently as the bloodied Rod was dropped on the counter unsheathed. "Consider it my offering."

With that he stepped forward, pressing a careful kiss on Atem's lips. It was less forceful than Kaiba's kisses, almost respectful.

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He'd been immediately preoccupied with watching where that weapon landed that he'd missed the move forward. The kiss caught him entirely by surprise, both palms moving back against the counter to brace himself. The heat on his face returned, eyes wide for a moment.

He was being pushed further than he ever thought possible. Surely he shouldn't betray Kaiba. His hands moved to the Priest's chest, shaking as they rose. Indecisiveness was clear in his neither push nor pull of the man. His heart set to hammering all over again.

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The Priest pressed forward, only taking those hands against his chest as an invitation. His hands slipped up Atem's arms and across his shoulders, purposefully brushing where Kaiba had bit.

"I am glad to see my humble offering was accepted," Seto purred in triumph before leaning in for another kiss.

Suddenly another pair of arms locked around Atem's waist, tugging at it to try and pull him away. Kaiba nipped at the opposite ear lobe, intending to draw a little blood this time. It wouldn't come anywhere near the smear he had going on his own cheek by now, but the CEO didn't seem to care much about it.

"All you have in your arms is a man," Kaiba growled in challenge between nips. Atem's previous suggestion was completely ignored, as usual. "The only 'offering' worth caring about is your own ability. You lost that a long time ago."

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He shivered in the Priest's arms, unable to help himself. It was suddenly entirely too hard not to give in. His own kiss grew hungry by comparison, eyes closing as he indulged in a feeling he was so sure he'd never had before.

The other arms around him encouraged a shift of his hips as he leaned back. His lips parted against the Priest's to give way to a soft moan at that bite. The sting of the pain just as enticing as everything else. A little voice in the back of his mind told him the was going to get much, much worse if he let this continue.

A small nip was given to the Priest's lower hip as he moved back against Kaiba. "Is this what you two are really after?" Part of him realized he needed to keep talking if he was going to keep a rational mind.

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Seto frowned and forced himself into a deeper kiss as he felt Atem's lips part. Kaiba was not going to take his Pharaoh away, not now.

"I'm after you," he murmured. "You called me with your need. All I am here for is to serve you as I should."

"And that is why you will fail," Kaiba scoffed. "He's a man who can feel and bleed and crawl in the mud as much as the rest of us. He is l......" The CEO paused, eventually just running a hand up under Atem's shirt. The Priest growled, expecting an answer.

Finally Kaiba released his grip and stepped back with a smirk. "I'm not going to waste my breath on you, not while I can watch you ruin yourself. Can you claim him without my help?"

The Priest pulled back slightly, startled by the question. "Claim him?"

"You heard me," Kaiba said confidently. His eyes shifted to Atem. "You're still my rival. Don't hold back, even for him." It wouldn't matter, if the Priest failed as Kaiba expected him to.

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Atem twitched as that hand moved along his skin, pressing closer to it and Kaiba. He was finding he didn't mind being stuck between the two of them. And that's why it became frustrating when Kaiba moved away and he found himself bracing that counter again.

He looked up at Kaiba, unsure of what the man really wanted him to do here. "Seto?" Forgetting the name exchange, or perhaps questioning the both of them. His hands tensed on the Priest's shoulders as he was fully locked on waiting for Kaiba to be a little less vague. This was another game he was sure he wasn't going to win but the feeling left him unsettled.

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Both pairs of blue eyes tried to meet Atem's as he called out that name. The Priest was wary, and it showed. He was reluctant to approach, even as Kaiba backed off into the bedroom itself. The CEO, by comparison, was only offering up a smirk for explanation.

"Giving up so early? Pathetic," he taunted, leaning against a wall near the bed. "I expected you at least to make it over here before you proved yourself a coward."

The Priest bristled, his jaw visibly clenching as he glanced toward Atem. "My Pharaoh..." He murmured, as if he was asking for permission.

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Atem was absolutely certain at this point that Kaiba wasn't playing this game in order to watch them be intimate right in front of him. But what then was it for? Obviously to humiliate the Priest, but where did that really leave him? At this point he was aching with need, shameful as it was. If he was going to turn tail and tell them both he wasn't going to be a piece to play with, it had to be now.

Instead he skipped right over all of that. If the Priest was expecting him to be delicate or soft with his actions he'd been wrong- and that would make Kaiba right. Atem had grown accustomed to being rough with his lover, and needing that same sort of action in return. For now he settled his arms tightly around Seto's neck, pulling him into a deep and needy kiss. If there was a trap here he had to spring it, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in the mean time.

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Atem's kiss was returned with a grateful sigh. The Priest knew Kaiba was after something. It was written in his intent gaze and impatient stance that was so eerily like his own. But there was no way the CEO would enjoy watching this, not with Atem pressing against him so tightly. He was certain he could win this game.

The kiss was continued even while the Priests hands started to wander. They slid over and under the off garments his Pharaoh was wearing, playing with the tight fabric and the smooth skin underneath. "Join me on the bed, then," he murmured in invitation as he lifted his head for breath. "I will give you what you need."

Meanwhile in the office: Atem is tossing and turning and murmuring Kaiba's name a lot

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Another shiver was gained as those hands touched him, much more wanton than he previously gave himself credit for. He wasn't sure why he was suddenly feeling so out of hand but it was there and he was going to fix it one way or another. There was a disappointed quick exhale of breath once the kiss was broken.

He looked up at the other, eyes dark now. "Are you sure you can manage?" Slipping into challenges without even realizing it, smirk on his now wet lips.

Kaiba is debating whether or not to throw something at him to wake him up.

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"I am, as always, your loyal servant. I can do whatever you wish of me," Seto purred, but there was a hint of mockery in his voice. His smirk too was more reminiscent of Kaiba's than Atem might have liked. But compared to the waiting CEO, Seto's intent was crystal clear. He wanted that shirt off and Atem on that bed.

His hands tugged on the fabric in expectation, but it wasn't ripped off like Kaiba might have done. His coaxing toward the bed came in the form of a gentle push every so often, rather than just picking the smaller duelist up or shoving him.

sorry did I say murmuring, I meant moaning

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"I want everything." It was just about the only thing he was going to really say unless Seto turned up to be entirely clueless. He wasn't sure yet, and for right now it didn't matter. He gave in to those pushes, but once again determined not to be pushed around regardless of either brunet doing it, he pulled Seto with him at every one.

The shirt was eventually pulled up over his head and abandoned before he sat back on the bed. In the same room as the CEO now, however, a look was cast at the other. It wasn't an entirely questioning one, something perhaps lost in that look, over that however was a look that Kaiba might mark as desperation.

If it gets much louder, Kaiba might have to smother him.

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"It's only what you deserve," Seto promised, just before he lowered himself to kiss the marks Kaiba had already left. He would soothe them, if he could. His Pharaoh didn't need to be in pain, and they showed up so badly against his oddly pale skin. The Priest was tempted to ask if the other had been sick, looking like he was. But as he continued to kiss and let his hands trail lower on Atem's body, the thought was lost. All he wanted to do was remind himself of what had been lost to him...and remind Atem of what he deserved as well.

All Kaiba wanted to do was yank his doppelganger away. He was tense against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest to lessen the temptation to interrupt the scene in front of him. It had to happen for his plan to work, but it didn't mean he was happy about it in the least. Still, though, at least Atem was looking at him. He offered his rival a quirk of his eyebrow in response, something purposefully unreadable.

ISN'T HE CURIOUS?

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The look at Kaiba continued for a moment longer, Atem still unsure of what was really going on here. He was sure he'd end up kicking himself for whatever this would bring, but for now he had the Priest to focus on. His eyes slipped shut, a soft shaky exhale at those kisses.

His hands raised to travel the length of the man's torso, and unknowingly pulled him closer. He was silently waiting for rougher treatment, not realizing it just yet, but his body was so used to it that it needed it at this point. When he was met with kiss and gentle behavior alone he all too soon realized he was going to become frustrated.

To try and ease some of it, and prompt more movement, he shifted his hips upwards against the man over him. The friction alone was enough to encourage a quiet moan, but he was sure it wouldn't be everything he needed.

WRY U THINK ATEM HASN'T BEEN SMOTHERED YET

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Seto hissed, his hips rolling shamefully into the contact before he realized what he was doing. His head lifted sharply, his eyes widening when he realized how quickly he had lost control. A quick kiss was pressed to Atem's lips as an apology.

The Pharaoh had to be pleasured first, in a way that kept him from taking any seed into his body. It was shameful for a man to take a woman's place, after all. Atem was just..caught in the moment, or he would be leaving from the insult, Seto was sure. Slowly his lips pressed kisses all the way down the smaller man's body, going right down to the waist of his pants. What he felt there had him blinking in surprise.

"...this is leather," he murmured. "Even the craftsmen in the city could not make it so supple or so black." Not that they had any reason to. No one would wear such a thing in the Egyptian heat.