[Set smiles when Kaiba looks at him. A rare expression, softer than the smirks and scowls that often dominate his features. Cryptic and faint it is not a smile of affection or even reassurance: it is acknowledgement, plain and simple. There is no need for him to speak, to elaborate, to explain himself. Trying to do so will only shatter the moment and so he leaves it be. His fingers do the talking for him as they comb through Seto's hair and massage the scalp around the base of his horns. Gentleness is such a rarity in their lives and it is easy to forget that they are capable of it. Easier still to think that they are undeserving of it.
They had spent a better part of a week practicing self destruction. Now, it is time for a little self care, sparked and fueled as it is by aphrodisiacs. Sooner rather than later the mood will pass and they will be consumed by lust again but there is nothing wrong with indulging in temporary softness.]
There is no danger of us turning to flowers.
[There is no love between them, that much has been made evident time and again. But unlike poor Narcissus they are not outside of each other's reach. Cradling his face once more Set pulls Kaiba up for a kiss and there is passion in it instead of hunger. Slow and deep and full of the recognition that they are two sides of the same lonely, damaged coin. An inescapable fact that he will never admit to out loud, a fact that they have been dancing around for months. Breaking away he pulls back enough to press a kiss to Seto's forehead.]
She has saved me twice already. Perhaps it is time I saved myself.
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They had spent a better part of a week practicing self destruction. Now, it is time for a little self care, sparked and fueled as it is by aphrodisiacs. Sooner rather than later the mood will pass and they will be consumed by lust again but there is nothing wrong with indulging in temporary softness.]
There is no danger of us turning to flowers.
[There is no love between them, that much has been made evident time and again. But unlike poor Narcissus they are not outside of each other's reach. Cradling his face once more Set pulls Kaiba up for a kiss and there is passion in it instead of hunger. Slow and deep and full of the recognition that they are two sides of the same lonely, damaged coin. An inescapable fact that he will never admit to out loud, a fact that they have been dancing around for months. Breaking away he pulls back enough to press a kiss to Seto's forehead.]
She has saved me twice already. Perhaps it is time I saved myself.