Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Life's Quirks ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Life's Quirks

Author: Amber and Yyanna

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): eventually Kaiba/Jou, Mokuba/Yami/Yugi, and more than likely others as I get farther into the story

Spoilers: hehe *imagines what time of night Yu-Gi-Oh would be on if there were*

Disclaimer: Teenage girl, boyxboy snogging, all the good stuff that comes with lemons, flashbacks, and fluffy-ness

Summary: 17 years into the future, Jonouchi has gone to America, Seto has married, raised a daughter, and lost a wife. How are our favorite boys doing in the future? What the hell was Ra thinking letting Seto raise a child?

Seto and Jonouchi finally meet up, and have some saucy flashbacks.

Akari glanced over at her father, who was snoring lightly, a soft grin on his face. They had climbed into the limo after the photo shoot and he had promptly passed out.

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Their hands couldn't stop moving; they had to feel every bit of flesh that their partner had to offer.

'''Oh god, Katsuya," A rough voice broke through the heavy breathing and soft groans, " Katsuya…"

The voice trailed off, leaving in place a pleasured moan. Katsuya ran his hands up and down Seto's thin body, taking in all of the curves, bumps and scars. Sure, Seto's body was permanently emblazoned in Katsuya's mind, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take more in every chance he got. Seto's hands trailed down passed his waist and to his fully erect penis. Katsuya gasped as the soft white hand began to stroke him lazily.

"Seto," Katsuya's voice was strained, "Seto, make love to me…"

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Seto Kaiba's cell phone rang, promptly waking him from the pleasant memory. He pulled the phone from his jacket pocket and flipped it open. He frowned when he realized that he didn't recognize the number.

"Seto Kaiba speaking, I hope that you are aware that this is a private line…" His rant was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Well geeze, moneybags, I guess I won't invite you to lunch." Seto could tell that Katsuya was grinning as he said this.

"Katsuya," Seto paused in disbelief," Is that really you?"

"Yup still me," Katsuya replied, "At least it was the last time I checked…"

" I would love to see you again," Seto said, grinning from ear-to-ear, " We have to go someplace that shows the news though."

"Maybe I should check again," Katsuya was still rambling, a nervous habit that Seto had always adored, "The news, Seto?"

" My daughter is doing her first press conference today, and well," Seto's voice dropped, " I like to watch."

"Father!" Akari cried, slapping Seto's arm

" I know," Katsuya said through giggles, "lets go to that place we always went to when we were dating."

"You mean that coffee house?" Seto asked, "Where you would always scold me for paying more attention to the stock reports than you?"

"Yup," Katsuya said, sounding smug, "Wait, is it even still open?" Seto laughed

"Yes, I'll be there in 15…" Seto then got a wicked idea, "Don't keep me waiting, stud-muffin."

He then promptly hung up the phone. Akari glared at him as he instructed the driver as to where to drop him off.

"Who was that?" she asked, Seto grinned as the limo pulled to a stop.

"My ex-boyfriend." He then climbed out of the car and left his daughter to ponder this new revelation about her father.

Katsuya jumped from them cab and threw the money at the driver. He jogged up the steps and into the quaint little shop. It's interior was decorated with recycled art, mostly political pieces…It was Seto's favorite place to have coffee. Katsuya mentally slapped his own forehead; of course the CEO wouldn't let it go under. Speaking of, said CEO was sitting in his favorite corner booth, watching the news intently. Katsuya pulled out the other chair that was at the table flipped it around so that its back faced the table, and straddled it. Seto turned to look at Katsuya.

" Lord…" Seto started, taking in Katsuya's appearance, It was the same…jeans and a T-shirt, but older, more confident, "It's been a long time."

"Yeah it has." Katsuya agreed. He looked at his past lover: Seto didn't seem to have changed much, just relaxed, more used to his own person, " You remember the last time we were here?"

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After deciding to be open with his relationship with Katsuya, Seto Kaiba had decided to first get involved with some American charity groups that supported homosexual relationships. After finding one that seemed to be satisfactory, he requested that they come to Japan for a formal dinner. The leaders of the organization were more than happy to oblige, and were downright thrilled when Seto had a boyfriend that he wanted to take along. The dinner went very well, with Katsuya being well behaved and downright reserved. After the dinner, however was another story entirely. Seto had suggested taking them to the quaint little shop for a last cup of coffee before the associates had to head home.

They sat down in the corner booth and began chitchatting. It was about nothing in particular, but it left an easy air about the whole night. One of the associates, a blonde haired, blue eyed 24 year-old male, had begun to tell a joke when Seto felt a hand on his thigh. He stole a glance a Katsuya, who had his head propped in his left hand, paying deep attention to the boy as he spoke. His right hand was underneath the tablecloth, hiding its actions from the world around them. At first the gentled hand seemed innocent enough, but then it moved. It wasn't the fact that it moved, per say, just the way it moved; gently stroking Seto's inner thigh, growing closer and closer to his groin. The more his arousal grew, the more the young brunette allowed the game to go on, after all it wasn't like Katsuya was going to whip Seto's penis out in a public place. That's what he thought; Katsuya slowly undid Seto's zipper and fished the turgid flesh out from layers of pants and underwear the CEO was wearing. Seto shot Katsuya a desperate glance and looked back at the associates, trying desperately to pay attention to what the young men were saying. Katsuya slowly stroked Seto's arousal, paying a little extra attention to the vein on the bottom of the penis. Seto began to chew on the inside of his cheek to prevent the small whimper of pure pleasure from seeping out of his mouth. Katsuya then made a ring with his thumb and forefinger, then stroked roughly. Seto squirmed minutely.

Katsuya picked a napkin off of the table and wiped the corners of his mouth with it, he then crumpled it slightly and placed it in his lap. Seto was suddenly surprised when Katsuya made a show of scratching his left leg with his right hand, all the while placing the napkin on Seto's knee. Seto casually dropped his left hand down and grabbed the napkin. The charity workers smiled when Seto's had left the table, assuming that he was holding hands with the mischievous Katsuya. Seto felt his release begin to rise, he fought to keep the blush out of his face and chewed on the inside of his cheek with more vigor. He raised the hand with the napkin over his arousal, just in time to catch the physical manifestation of one of the best orgasms he'd ever had. He controlled his breathing, the associates from America none-the-wiser as Katsuya cleaned Seto off and tucked the now limp penis back into its confines.

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" I still can't believe you did that." Seto mumbled, blushing lightly

"Neither can I, actually," Katsuya replied grinning madly, "So, tell me about this daughter of yours."