By late evening, it had grown fairly dark in Kaiba Seto's bedroom. Winter had arrived early in Domino this year, it seemed. A nocturnal creature by nature, Seto's companion had been completely unbothered by the rapidly darkening sky, opting to sprawl across the bed and stare wistfully out of the bay window, ivory hair illuminated in the twilight. Inwardly, he smirked at the gradually brightening moon, juxtaposed against the sky. Really, if this was anywhere other than an office building, anyone other then the king of thieves -- ruthless; almost as cold and impersonal as Kaiba himself -- he could almost consider the night romantic. Almost.

Seto, however, was considerably less pleased by the early nights and shorter business hours that he was forced to endure. The meetings scheduled for late afternoon had been shifted to another day, simply because it was dark outside. Ridiculous. Time was a valuable resource, certainly not one to be wasted on the sky -- he'd always wondered how Bakura could spend so much time staring at it, inanimate; as if something all the way up there interested him. Work came first, whatever his fellow CEOs believed that the changing of the seasons dictated. Time was a constant pressure; if those fools wasted any more of his, they would pay dearly for it. Especially as he had a very demanding (and often mischievous) thief leeching every spare second of his time. It certainly wasn't helping matters. He tapped idly at the keys on his laptop, irked at having his day ruined.

"Continuing to work while you have a guest is rude, you know."

Bakura had taken to spending almost every day, except from the rare occasions that he would go out stealing -- or 'working', as he put it -- watching Seto typing frantically at his desk. It was a game they indulged in; never questioned, automatic -- every day it would play out exactly the same way: Kaiba would work, Bakura would pester him. Eventually Kaiba would close his laptop, stow the files on his desk in their respective cabinets, and Bakura would finally get what he wanted.

Over days and weeks, Seto often forgot about his presence, which was not something Bakura took kindly to. He'd make every attempt to distract Seto, but the CEO was accustomed to working with background noise, so these attempts went unheeded. Unprompted, Seto had once turned away from his computer screen and compared Bakura, aloud, to a puppy. A desperately clingy puppy, at that. Bakura had stalked out, and hadn't returned for the entire weekend, leaving a very bored Seto in his wake. That had been a lesson well learned: he'd upset the routine, and paid accordingly.

The tapping of Seto's laptop ceased completely.

However irritating life with the thief could be, Seto was forced to admit that there was some value in the comic relief provided by walking downstairs for coffee, and ending up face-to-face with an enraged thief, flailing around his kitchen with a toaster attached to a butcher knife. When he'd asked about it, Bakura had growled and thrown it at the wall, informing Seto that it 'simply would not switch on". Seto had nearly laughed out loud. It was unlikely that Bakura ever would come to terms with modern technology, but Seto found his struggles -- dare he admit it -- almost endearing. Not to mention hilariously funny to watch, but Seto would be damned if he was caught laughing in his own kitchen.

"Or have you fallen asleep?" Another harsh purr from behind him, and Seto realised that he hadn't touched his laptop in almost twenty minutes. He grunted, but didn't turn around. It wasn't time yet.

Bakura was barely audible as he approached. He'd long since abandoned gazing at cloud formations, and was now watching the back of Seto's head intently as he stalked, slightly crouched, towards the CEO. Seto did not even flinch as a pale hand entangled itself in his hair, yet he still shivered as Bakura's breath ghosted across the nape of his neck. "Must you sneak up on me like that? You know I dislike it." Somehow, he was able to keep his voice steady.

"That is why I do it." Bakura smirked, a skilled hand flicking across the desk. The laptop slammed violently shut, and he offered no other reply. Rough hands danced in Seto's hair, drawing him over to the window, coaxing him to follow. "If you're not too busy.." Seto rose robotically, as if by some magnetic force. This wasn't part of the game. He abandoned all hope of continuing his brooding session, and began to walk slowly towards Bakura. Though submitting himself to this compromised the structure of his day, Seto lacked the concentration to brood with such a distraction.. In terms of importance, work usually won out (until such times that the work was unnecessary, of course), but the act of brooding never won against Bakura's sheer determination to drag a reaction out of him.

"If that laptop breaks, you are dead." He murmured, though there was little conviction in his words.

Bakura barked a laugh tinged with bitterness and replied, "I've been dead all my life."

The thief leaned backwards as he allowed Seto to press him against the window. To hell with the game; this was so much better. He grinned devilishly as his lips attached themselves to Seto's neck, whispering against his skin.

"Now, Kaiba Seto, I will show you the sky."