The place where Atem roused next was hardly a soft bed. He felt the dank familiarity of that room seep into his senses before he even opened his eyes. The only bright spot he could manage to hold on to was that his arms and legs were not being pulled in all directions. When he tried to sit up from his face down lying position, however, he realized he hadn't truly escaped. When he tried to roll on his back he found his ankles and upper calves locked firmly in place. Once he was aware enough to open his eyes and sit up, he reached back awkwardly, though not painfully, to tug at his new bonds. Simple metal strips kept him secured in this odd position on the floor.

It didn't keep him completely from moving. He was able to sit back onto his legs and even up on to his knees. And it is when he tried that position exactly, the door in the room opened. A sense of dread that he couldn't accurately place filled him. Was that really the connection here?

In marched that armored Kaiba, head held high and a smirk on his lips. He was careful in his movement to push the door closed once more. It was only then that he retreated momentarily to the corner of the room. The belt on which his sword resided was carefully undone and placed against the wall. Then he removed his dragon-armor; up over his head, and that too was treated with such great care that Atem was almost intrigued. Without those on him, he almost looked like a normal Kaiba Seto this time, but Atem would not be fooled after their last encounter.

With no words between them, the brunet turned and then walked towards the center of the room where his captive was. His hand reached down to cup Atem's chin, bringing his head back so that their eyes could meet at such a sharp angle. Atem was not appreciative of this and tried to jerk his head away from the touch. The man would not oblige him. His nails cut into Atem's skin as he held him firmly in place and then he bent ever so slightly.

"That look of hatred. You barely know me at all. Why would you wear such a thing?"

Atem grit his teeth. "Why don't you tell me what you're planning and we'll see how much hate passes between us then." If he could at least level the playing field, he had to try. This sense of helplessness did not do him well; he didn't want to start panicking.

"Henry once wore a look like that."

"I won't tell you again that I don't know who that is." He growled. This wasn't completely true. The day earlier he'd merely questioned the name once it had been brought up, but the point remained the same to him.

The man's finely treated and sharp nails dug deeper as he leaned closer. "Henry is my ... well, I guess you would call him my rival." Whether or not this man had been speaking to the other four Seto look-a-likes beyond this room didn't seem too important, but Atem couldn't help the stray thought with such wording.

There was at least something that seemed to cause that look of loathing to disappear for just a moment into a more curious state. "Rival?" Rival that looked like him? And that man looking like Kaiba? "That's... not possible..." He breathed out. He'd been trapped in the puzzle. How could his soul have possibly been whole enough to form into a being so similar? He'd never really thought about how many lives his Priest, and thusly Kaiba, had gone through. But to think his own had had a few stints...

"Pay attention." The man urged when he saw Atem's gaze growing distant with thought. "You may not be him but he has lived through you." He came closer still, blue eyes alight with a strange eerie fire and excitement. "You were once him, this much must be true." His free hand then snaked back into Atem's hair, pulling tight at the base of his scalp. It earned a hiss which further brightened that malicious look. "I can see it in you. His fight. His strength."

He then pulled Atem into a kiss, something the man in question had not been entirely expecting. It was the brand of the kiss, too, that had him tensing in question. It was soft and deep and so sure. For a moment Atem foolishly got lost in it, thinking this captive held some kind of kindness. Kaiba after all, while he had hated him for a while, had come around eventually. Maybe this Seto hadn't gotten that chance, but he could. Atem could do that, he was sure. And it was that confidence that killed him all the more when the man pulled away so quickly and laughed darkly.

"Make no mistake Henry," Before Atem could speak up, which he immediately tried to do on principle alone, that hand was back in his hair. "I respect you- oh, I do." He pulled tighter on that wild hair before releasing Atem sharply. It took everything he had not to fall to his hands, already being on his knees. He would not bow purposely to this man. "But you were never fit to be anyone's king. Certainly not mine. And if I can have you on your knees it will be more than proof enough of who can shackle who."

That sense of panic filled Atem once more. Where was his Priest who had promised to protect him? Or Critias with his watchful eye? Even Kaiba should have been in here to tell this man no. Where had they disappeared to? Why had they left him defenseless against this type of onslaught? There was a much seedier feeling behind all of this and he refused to put his mind towards it. He wanted to focus on how betrayed he felt. He wanted to focus at how sickened he was by all of this.

But that man would not let him. "Look at you," He breathed out, almost in wonder. "Angry and scared. Spiteful. Determined. No one would have ever said the great Henry Tudor was not a beautiful man."

"Spare me the bullshit." Atem spat, not in the mood for compliments before forced servitude.

He smirked. "Yet despite all your hate for me, one kiss was enough to rile you?" He pinpointed the exact shameful nature that Atem was trying to hard to ignore.

Nothing else was said between the two of them as the tall brunet loosed two large belts to the floor. His fingers then quickly worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Once he stepped out of them, he moved forward once again. Atem tried valiantly to keep his gaze turned far, far away from his man. A gentle touch entered his hair, the hand that had been so rough, now kind for seemingly no reason at all. Atem could feel those eyes on him, his face growing warm with shame and unfortunate lust.

"Give in," He urged quietly, nails making themselves known along Atem's scalp. The push towards the goal was only slight. It was obvious he didn't actually want to force Atem to do anything. He wanted this man he respected and yet loathed so much to go to him, instead.

Kaiba was often the same way.

He would resist. He had resolve enough to do that, even being chained to the floor. He would resist until someone else came in the room and freed him of this situation. When that thought crossed his mind it was met with immediate rebuttal. He knew no one was coming. He had to face this on his own. Would being force save his pride? Would he be able to say that he did his best in the face of an impossible situation? His mind continued to whirl and buzz about; it started straying to places Atem didn't want it to be.

Being on his knees was the worst position for him. It seared his confidence and it hurt his pride. Yet it was often the one Kaiba liked picking in truly intense moments, and within those moments Atem often gave in. There had even been a few times when he'd come to Kaiba straight away with that in mind. Times where he'd lowered himself beneath the brunet's desk. Was it possible that he liked giving himself up? Did he really like the thought of someone stronger over him?

"Impossible."

Yet the more he resisted this outcome, the more his face burned and his body ached. Was this supposed to be some grand lesson he was being taught? Would he learn something new about himself today?

As he reached up, one hand wrapping around the man's cock, leaning in to give a slow lick to the head, he realized no. No he would not be learning anything new. If this was part of his nature than he should have already known it. And if deep within him lived some part that wanted to be claimed, he would be sickened by it- but soothed...

Strangely. As those blue eyes rolled back and a soft hum of relief filled the room, Atem's eyes closed and the gross sense of needy wanton behavior was washed away by the sense of being wanted. Next to it, the greater sense of knowing that he didn't always have to be on top. And the even more important sense that he could bring a man to his knees if need be. He could undo the one person that mattered to him in that sense. Was that truly the sense of winning this game he and Kaiba often played?

Or was he just fooling himself now?

He decided he didn't care anymore as hand dropped to his shoulder and he witnessed the man in front of him lose himself. A man who had come in here to lay claim, to calm his own sense of hatred and anger by forcing someone to lower themselves to him. Later Atem might decide he didn't like this part of himself, but who was really left to see it besides four people that didn't really exist anymore?

He leaned forward, not quite straining against his bonds yet, taking the man's length past his lips and deep into his mouth. His tongue laved on all sides of it. The hands on him became rougher, though still not forceful. The man above him was reduced to quiet panting and half-stifled groaning. Where Atem couldn't reach, his hand worked to stroke the rest. And soon he'd found a perfect rhythm that suited him well. It seemed after all of that talk it took almost nothing to get him to be exactly where Atem wanted instead. His sense of pride was weakly renewed.

"Yes..." His very voice ached with the need to finish. Atem slowed then, hand loosening its grip as he pulled back. He looked up and witnessed the undoing of someone who had entered the room a strong and determined man. It had taken so very little. The very tip of his tongue worked the underside and down along the veins in a barely-there touch. "Faster." The Kaiba lookalike growled now.

Atem smirked. "Beg for it." He said in-between long but gentle licks.

"Why you... hn..Never.." It seemed to take a lot out of him when Atem's tongue curled just along the back.

"Beg." Atem urged again, his hand returning the pace while he still continued the slow and torturous ministrations with his lips and mouth.

The room was filled with heady panting then, those hands curling so tightly in Atem's skin. He was so determined, so very determined. Atem was nearly pulled in by it all. Nearly.

Then as he pulled back merely to catch his breath, the single most pleasing word reached his ears. "Please..."

He leaned forward with renewed vigor, fully indulging in the feeling of a win regardless of the depraved nature of the game. He would meet this man's end, but only because he'd begged. Any and all hypocrisies he might recall towards his own use of that word with Kaiba were fully ignored. He took the man's cock as deep as he could, lips working around the length. It became a steady and rough rhythm, until those hands tensed.

"Ahn- yes." It was the only thing the man would give in to for the last time before his hips jerked forward, causing a slightly startled choking noise from Atem. It caused him to pull back just in time to be met with the knightly Kaiba's orgasm. The hand around the man's cock left in favor of covering what little he could of his face. The warm sticky remains caught in a few places along his face, over his fingers and in his hair, causing him to feel suddenly extremely unclean. Before he could look of his own will, his hand was pulled from his face and he was met with those blue eyes.

They seemed duller now, but somehow warmer. "Beautiful." He murmured to Atem before laying a single kiss to the lips that had just pleasured him. "Henry would have played this game too." He admitted as he leaned up and away, fixing his pants. "...he would have won." His hands reached for his belts before adjusting them. "Was it because I..." His words seemed distraught all of a sudden as he reached for his armor and his sword.

"Let me go." Atem demanded.

That laugh returned. "Someone will eventually, I'm sure."

As the door closed behind him Atem had to think back on his previous seedy musings. Did they really mean anything at all in the face of such a bait and switch? Had he really played or was he the one being played?

Before he could venture further into that he felt the overwhelming sense of ache and tiredness in his muscles. His eyes lowered and he was met with that sense of warmth and those fluffy covers Kaiba kept in the master bedroom just for him.

"Seto..."

Why was he always calling that name as his last resort?