Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Should Have Helped ❯ Epilogue - What Happens Now? ( Epilogue )
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By: setosgirl0 
Pegasus and Seto at home...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2008 | Updated On: 07.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
Pegasus and Seto at home...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.11.2008 | Updated On: 07.12.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 218 | Status: Completed
I Should Have Helped…
EPILOGUE – WHAT HAPPENS NOW?
“Hi!” Mokuba said, as he rushed out the door. “Can’t talk now – Seto’s in his office! Bye!”
Pegasus looked after him, bemused, as he stepped inside the mansion and let the door close behind him. Mokuba had accepted him as part of Seto’s life perfectly willingly, after approximately half a tantrum that had seemed to enumerate every horrible thing Pegasus had ever done to either of them (that he knew about), touch on the age difference, and involve the phrase “what will everyone else think?!” at least twice. Seto’s answer to all of it had been “I don’t care,” – and that had put an end to that. In time, Mokuba had actually come to realize that, when he wasn’t trying to kill anyone or anything similar, Pegasus could be a pretty fun guy.
Pegasus efficiently navigated the labyrinthine mansion that still had nothing on his castle. Maybe he could convince Seto to move there with him… no, he wouldn’t want to be so far from work. Not that he actually needed to be there every day or anything, but he still insisted. Even now, he was working. Pegasus could tell the difference between work and relaxation by the way he was singularly focused on the computer screen before him; he didn’t even notice the door opening. His furious and, of course, mistake-free typing was another indication. Thirdly, on those rare occasions when Seto would relax instead of work at a computer, his posture would suffer, often leaving him slouched in his chair; now, his back was ramrod-straight.
He was still as beautiful as he had been every time he had seen him before, if a little more focused, as he tended to be when working. And he was doing a lot better now… True, he had a penchant for making love with his eyes always open, and he had nightmares, but you could even see in his posture, his bearing… the fact that he was no longer twenty pounds underweight… that he was doing better. It made his heart happy to see it.
After a moment of fond inspection, a small smile playing about his lips, Pegasus let the door fall softly closed and walked apparently unnoticed behind Seto, leaning over him, placing one arm around his stiff shoulders, the other pressing against the desk beside the keyboard to hold himself up. Seto didn’t pause, but he did turn his head very quickly to give him a chaste kiss, eyes not leaving the screen.
“You know, Seto,” he said, “you run a company for a reason. It’s so that you can pay people to do your work for you.”
“Which is why KaibaCorp will always be at least one step ahead of Industrial Illusions,” Seto said, straight-faced but joking, a fact which would be apparent to probably Mokuba and Pegasus and no one else in the world.
“I can settle for second place,” Pegasus said evenly. “Especially when my personal life is so much more fulfilling.”
“You do yourself an injustice.”
Pegasus smiled a little and rested his head on Seto’s shoulder, watching the words appear as if by magic. His hand left the desk and wormed into his pocket. “How are you doing?” he asked, idly playing with Seto’s hair. “Without the pills?”
Seto shrugged. “It’s… okay, I guess… Better than I would have done six months ago… Better than I would ever have done before.” Still not good though. Pegasus had seen him sometimes, having to stop whatever he was doing and just stay there for a moment, his eyes closed and breathing deeply as he fought back the memories. “What about you? Sober?”
“Completely,” he said, not without a hint of dryness. “Regrettably…”
Seto ignored the humor. “For how long?” His fingers continued typing, his eyes focused immovably on the screen. Thus it was that he missed the elder man’s exasperated eye roll.
“Two months. The same as the last time you asked me, plus the intervening time.”
“Good.”
So serious… In Pegasus’ esteemed opinion, the boy needed to lighten up. Watch a cartoon. Play a game that wasn’t for the fate of the world. Or at least get deliriously happy for a few months.
“What do you say you take a break from that dreary old work?” he suggested, withdrawing his hand from his pocket finally. “For a month or so.”
“I say you’re insane,” Seto snorted. He glanced down as he heard a quiet thunk, and froze for a moment as he saw the glittering ring in the box Pegasus held.
“Of course, insanity is catching…” he murmured, and turned around in Pegasus’ grip to wrap his arms around him and kiss him.
EPILOGUE – WHAT HAPPENS NOW?
“Hi!” Mokuba said, as he rushed out the door. “Can’t talk now – Seto’s in his office! Bye!”
Pegasus looked after him, bemused, as he stepped inside the mansion and let the door close behind him. Mokuba had accepted him as part of Seto’s life perfectly willingly, after approximately half a tantrum that had seemed to enumerate every horrible thing Pegasus had ever done to either of them (that he knew about), touch on the age difference, and involve the phrase “what will everyone else think?!” at least twice. Seto’s answer to all of it had been “I don’t care,” – and that had put an end to that. In time, Mokuba had actually come to realize that, when he wasn’t trying to kill anyone or anything similar, Pegasus could be a pretty fun guy.
Pegasus efficiently navigated the labyrinthine mansion that still had nothing on his castle. Maybe he could convince Seto to move there with him… no, he wouldn’t want to be so far from work. Not that he actually needed to be there every day or anything, but he still insisted. Even now, he was working. Pegasus could tell the difference between work and relaxation by the way he was singularly focused on the computer screen before him; he didn’t even notice the door opening. His furious and, of course, mistake-free typing was another indication. Thirdly, on those rare occasions when Seto would relax instead of work at a computer, his posture would suffer, often leaving him slouched in his chair; now, his back was ramrod-straight.
He was still as beautiful as he had been every time he had seen him before, if a little more focused, as he tended to be when working. And he was doing a lot better now… True, he had a penchant for making love with his eyes always open, and he had nightmares, but you could even see in his posture, his bearing… the fact that he was no longer twenty pounds underweight… that he was doing better. It made his heart happy to see it.
After a moment of fond inspection, a small smile playing about his lips, Pegasus let the door fall softly closed and walked apparently unnoticed behind Seto, leaning over him, placing one arm around his stiff shoulders, the other pressing against the desk beside the keyboard to hold himself up. Seto didn’t pause, but he did turn his head very quickly to give him a chaste kiss, eyes not leaving the screen.
“You know, Seto,” he said, “you run a company for a reason. It’s so that you can pay people to do your work for you.”
“Which is why KaibaCorp will always be at least one step ahead of Industrial Illusions,” Seto said, straight-faced but joking, a fact which would be apparent to probably Mokuba and Pegasus and no one else in the world.
“I can settle for second place,” Pegasus said evenly. “Especially when my personal life is so much more fulfilling.”
“You do yourself an injustice.”
Pegasus smiled a little and rested his head on Seto’s shoulder, watching the words appear as if by magic. His hand left the desk and wormed into his pocket. “How are you doing?” he asked, idly playing with Seto’s hair. “Without the pills?”
Seto shrugged. “It’s… okay, I guess… Better than I would have done six months ago… Better than I would ever have done before.” Still not good though. Pegasus had seen him sometimes, having to stop whatever he was doing and just stay there for a moment, his eyes closed and breathing deeply as he fought back the memories. “What about you? Sober?”
“Completely,” he said, not without a hint of dryness. “Regrettably…”
Seto ignored the humor. “For how long?” His fingers continued typing, his eyes focused immovably on the screen. Thus it was that he missed the elder man’s exasperated eye roll.
“Two months. The same as the last time you asked me, plus the intervening time.”
“Good.”
So serious… In Pegasus’ esteemed opinion, the boy needed to lighten up. Watch a cartoon. Play a game that wasn’t for the fate of the world. Or at least get deliriously happy for a few months.
“What do you say you take a break from that dreary old work?” he suggested, withdrawing his hand from his pocket finally. “For a month or so.”
“I say you’re insane,” Seto snorted. He glanced down as he heard a quiet thunk, and froze for a moment as he saw the glittering ring in the box Pegasus held.
“Of course, insanity is catching…” he murmured, and turned around in Pegasus’ grip to wrap his arms around him and kiss him.