Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ So In Love With Two ❯ All About You ( Chapter 6 )

Thank you for the reviews, I appreciate it so much. Honest. I took a long time to update so I'm posting the NEXT TWO CHAPTERS… I'm so nice… I have to warn you, it's getting a little more angsty… but this story has a happy ending, I promise.

Disclaimer: Let's see, I'm taking an inventory on all my worldly possessions. And wouldn't you know it, Yu-Gi-Oh isn't one of them. Still broke…. Oh, and once again there's some lemony content in this chapter…. Shame on me.

Song Notes: Another chapter, another five songs. For your listening pleasure I was rocking to Cupid- by 112, Urgently In Love- by Billy Crawford, Take Me Away- by Lifehouse, Love Don't Cost a Thing- by Jennifer Lopez, and Infatuated- by Christina Aguliera. Hey look up the lyrics, you guess where I got the inspiration from.


Chapter 6: All About You


"This is really silly. I can't believe we're having a conversation about my nonexistent sex life", Yugi grumbled. Joey and Yugi were lying on Yugi's floor, Yugi was pouting and Joey was sighing.

"It wouldn't be nonexistent if you told Yami that you want to fuck him", Joey pointed out.

"Joey!" Yugi hit the blond with a pillow. "Subject change please!" Joey laughed a little. It had been a full week since Yami had finally confessed his feelings. Of course that hadn't changed much, except for some soul stealing kisses, nothing was really going on between them.

"Look, Yami took the first step, you have to take the next one. That's all I'm saying."

"I guess you're right, Joey. But Yami said he wants things to go slowly. He doesn't want to rush me into anything I'm not ready for." There was a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Joey, Aibou", Yami said, regarding each of them in turn.

Why the Hell did I let Yugi convince me to spend the night here, this is only going to get all kinds of awkward. Look at them… I'm getting in the way.

"Something you wanted, Yami?" Yugi asked, smiling up at the other multi-colored haired teen.

"Just checking up. I'm going to the all night market to get some milk. Did you guys need anything?"

"No. Joey did you?" Yugi turned to look at the blond.

"I'm good." Yami smiled at them and left the room. They waited to hear Yami's footsteps disappear down the steps before speaking again.

"Don't say it, Joey", Yugi warned.

"I wasn't going to say anything." Yugi gave him a disbelieving look. "You know, sometimes I think Yami just sits outside the door and waits to knock just when the conversation gets good." Yugi gave him a displeased look and yawned.

"Anyway, how's Tristan? Are you guys going to get together officially?"

"I don't know. That's a complicated question."

"I don't think so. Unless something happened between Kaiba and you that you haven't told me." Yugi narrowed his eyes, slightly. "Well? Did he, did he kiss you, Joey?"

"No, not exactly. We almost kissed last Saturday morning. But the doorbell rang. It was Tristan."

"Wow, that most have been a sticky situation", Yugi thought, lifting his eyebrows.

"Funny choice of words, Yug." Joey sighed. "Tristan and Seto didn't see each other. So it was okay. But I haven't spoken to Seto since. He hasn't really been in school. He has a hostile take over in its last stages of completion and he has a lot riding on the merger."

"You should call him then", Yugi suggested.

"You have to be joking."

"Obviously any hesitation you have about giving Tristan a definite answer is being caused by your love for Kaiba."

"I don't love Seto."

"If you didn't love him you wouldn't care so much."

"And even if I did love him, what do you expect me to do? Call him randomly and say hello? Does that make any sense?"

"It makes perfect sense to me. Just call him and wish him a good night."

"That's not as easy as it sounds."

"Here, I'll dial the number for you." Yugi got up and picked up his cordless phone.

"You're bluffing."

"Hardly." Yugi started dialing.

"You're not calling him. You wouldn't dare. You're calling Ryou or something."

"It's ringing. I guarantee I'm calling Kaiba."

"You better not be or I'm going to tell Yami how much you want to…"

Yugi held his hand over the receiver. "It's him, better say something", Yugi whispered. He threw the phone at Joey who caught it one handed.

Joey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Ryou, I know it's you."

"Puppy? What are you talking about?" Shit….Yugi started giggling. I have to hang up. I really, really have to hang up. So he did.

"You hung up, Joey?"

"Yugi, I'm going to kill you, I can't believe you just did that. I can't believe you called him…" The phone rang. Shit, shit, shit on a stick.

"Pick it up, Joey. It's only going to be worse if you don't." Joey swallowed and pressed the "talk" button.

"Hello?" the blond started, his voice slowly starting to fail him

"You just called, Puppy?" Seto asked. The tone in his voice made it sound more like a statement then an actual question.

"Um… no, not that I'm aware of." Yeah, smooth. Real smooth.

"Is there a reason I'm being bothered?"

"Well, you called me so you'd have to answer that question."

"You called me first. I'd know that voice of yours anywhere."

"You would?"

"Of course, you've gotten the sound of confusion down to an art form, Puppy."

"Huh?"

"Just like that."

"Shut up!"

"What the Hell do you want?"

"I only called to say goodnight to you. But if you're going to be a prick then forget it."

"You called me to say goodnight?" This time the question sounded like a question. Joey didn't answer. "Why?" Seto queried, being sure not to sound nasty or mocking. He was truly curious.

"I haven't seen you all week. And I just, I wanted to make sure everything was okay. Mokuba told me that you've been under a lot of stress lately, with the merger and all. And I was trying to be a friend." Yugi smiled, giving Joey a thumbs up. Yugi's support helped a little, but Joey was still beet red. "Are you still there, Seto?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Something wrong?" Joey asked, half expecting the brunet to start yelling at him for bothering him. Seto was certainly infamous for working Friday nights.

"I'm just baffled is all", Seto started, some of the cockiness coming back into his voice.

"Forget this happened", Joey finished, ready to hang up.

"Where are you?" Seto sounded delicious over the phone. Joey got impossibly redder. "Yugi's house?"

"Yes."

"Why aren't you with Tristan?" Joey could feel the blush in his face move throughout his whole body. Why is he asking?

"Are you jealous?"

"Of what, Tristan? Ask me again when there's something to be jealous of." Joey's heart jumped.

"Tristan's at home. Doing whatever it is he does when I'm not around."

"Giving himself a hand job, no doubt."

"Should I just give up on the thought of us ever having a conversation where I come away from it pleased?"

"I'd say so." Joey smiled a little. This was complete madness. Why in the world was he talking to Seto Kaiba on the phone? What the hell am I doing? "You still there, Puppy?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a question?" Joey swallowed hard and nodded silently as if Seto could possibly see the nod over the phone. "Are you in love with Tristan?"

"Am I what?"

"You heard my question just fine, Puppy. And don't even think of asking "huh"."

"Why would you ask me that? You told me you weren't jealous."

"I'm not. I'm just curious as to what you could possibly see in that idiot." Joey didn't respond; he looked at Yugi who raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

"Tristan's caring. And he's honest with his feelings for me." Joey smiled to himself. Two can play this game. "Any other questions, Seto?"

"Not at the moment." Seto thought for a minute. If Joey wants to play coy, fine. We'll play his little game.

"Can I ask you a question then, Seto?" Joey asked, throwing him a curveball. "Why is it your so curious about Tristan and me?"

"I already told you, I wonder what you could see in him."

"I never said I was in love with him, Seto." Seto narrowed his eyes. He couldn't be serious. "So, how's Jax? Mokuba said you hired a trainer for him."

"He's fine", Seto answered, annoyed Joey had changed the subject on him so effortlessly. "Since we're playing 20 questions, let me ask you this, why exactly are you over Yugi's house? Mokuba mentioned something about them finally admitting their feelings for each other. Why would you be over there, aren't you getting in the way?"

"Huh?"

"Must you ask "huh" so damned much? It's a simple question. Why are you there? Isn't there somewhere else you could be spending the weekend?"

"Like at Tristan's, you mean?"

"Like here." There was dead silence on the other end. Seto swallowed. Your move, Puppy. Joey sat, physically unable to move. Yugi looked at Joey's expression, confused, wondering what Kaiba could possibly be saying to his friend that had him that startled. Make your move, you idiot. You're the one who wanted to play this game. Seto prodded him a little, "Too difficult a concept to understand, Puppy?"

"Are you asking on behalf of Mokuba?" Joey asked, his voice was low; he was definitely unnerved. Seto smiled. He had the puppy right where he wanted him. Just as Seto was about to relish in his victory Joey added, "I can understand if you're acting as Mokuba's mouthpiece. Same way you did last Saturday when you came by to thank me for dinner." Joey smiled. He's not going to turn this on me.

Damn him, Seto thought. He's a slick one, I'll give him that. "You still there, Seto?"

"You never answered my question. Can Mokuba be expecting you tomorrow?"

"I'll be there."

"He'll be happy to see you."

"Okay. Goodnight, Seto."

"Goodnight….Joey." They both hung up instantaneously. Okay, so that was a draw. But that had certainly gone better than he could have imagined. I'm going to need another person to come over. Otherwise I won't be able to corner Joey alone. Now all he had to do was convince Mokuba to invite Ryou to join them and make him think the whole sleepover was his idea.

Across town, Joey was in Yugi's bathroom splashing water onto his face. "Joey, are you alright? Please come out."

"I'm fine, Yug. I'll be out in a minute", Joey said, trying to calm himself down.

Okay, the guy invited me over his house for tomorrow night. And this was in no way Mokuba's idea, because Mokuba would have asked me himself. And what happens if I go over there given everything that's happened, or almost happened in the past two weekends? What exactly do I tell Tristan? But it's not like Seto could really be putting the moves on me with Mokuba right there. Besides, Tristan's not my boyfriend yet, I can do whatever I want. And nothing is going to happen tomorrow night. Seto's right, I can't stay with Yugi and Yami. And who wants to be at Ryou's house with Bakura around? And as for Duke, he's dating Serenity, and that's just weird. Maybe I can go over there and just settle this thing with Seto once and for all. And commit to Tristan with a clear heart.

Joey was making his way down the stairs. He was rummaging through the fridge, all of his rationalizing had made him hungry again. Yami came up behind him and lightly touched his back. "I got the milk, Aibou", he said seductively.

"Huh?" Joey spun around, Yami nearly dropping the milk on the ground.

"Sorry, I thought you were… Yugi." Yami slipped the milk into the refrigerator and tried to hide the crimson on his cheeks.

"It's okay. I make that mistake all the time", Joey said, giving Yami a knowing look.

"You look a little startled, anything else wrong, Joey?"

"Yugi called Seto so I could "wish him goodnight." Seto invited me to spend the night at his house tomorrow." Yami lifted his eyebrow. "I accepted."

"I see. You seem unsure of yourself, Joey."

"I don't know what I'm doing, Yami. I love Tristan. But I love Seto too. And Seto is, I don't know. He's not good for me. I can't figure out if he hates me or if he loves me or if it's something in between. Maybe it's indifference. Maybe he just wants to get me in bed."

Yami considered Joey's admission and nodded in understanding. "Do you know why Kaiba calls you Puppy, Joey?", Yami asked.

"Cause he thinks I'm a mutt…"

"Do you think he still thinks of you as a mutt?"

"No, I suppose not. I don't know. Old habits die hard I guess."

"But why Puppy? Why not mutt? Or fleabag or mongrel or something like that?"

"I don't know. Puppy's nicer. I don't think he says it to be mean."

"It's a pet-name, Joey."

"Cause Seto thinks of me as his pet?"

"By pet- name I meant more on the lines of Babe, or Honey, or Sugar Pie, or…"

"Aibou?" Yami gave him a look.

"Yes, or Aibou." He smiled. "It is not meant to be malicious or degrading, its purpose is just the opposite actually. It's meant to be caring and sweet."

"I really want to go tomorrow. I'm actually kind of excited about it." Yami smiled. "I guess this means Yugi and you will have the place to yourselves tomorrow night then, Yugi's grandfather will still be at that convention right?"

"Yeah." Yami gave Joey another look.

"Not that any of this is my business, but Yugi really wants to be with you, Yami."

"I know that."

"No, I don't think you get what I'm telling you. He wants to be with you, Yami." Yami narrowed his eyes, then widened them just as suddenly.

"He's told you this?"

"All week." Yami studied Joey's facial expression. The blond was being serious. "I probably shouldn't have said anything, but I know Yugi's too shy to say anything to you."

"What if he's not ready for that?"

"Yami, you're the object of all his liquid dreams", the blond protested. Yami flushed.

"We've only talked about a relationship last Sunday, Joey."

"Yeah, but he's been in love with you for forever and a day. Hey, you guys do what you want. I'm just letting you know what's going on in the guy's head."

"What are you guys doing, have you forgotten all about me?" Yugi asked, entering the kitchen. He looked at the two taller teens and at the open refrigerator. "Did you get the milk, Yami?" he added, smiling at him.

"Yes, Aibou." They exchanged a look, fire burning between them. I'm surprised Yami hasn't sent me home so he can take him right now. How the Hell did he hold out so long? Tristan should take notes.

"I'm going to bed now." He leaned over and gave Yugi a kiss so passionate Joey broke out into a sweat. Yeah, he's just keeping up appearances in front of me so I won't think he's a pervert or something. Someone's definitely getting laid tomorrow night. "Goodnight Aibou. Sleep well."

"No, pleasant dreams?" Yugi asked, a hint of something other than innocence in his voice.

"Yes. Pleasant dreams. Goodnight." Violet and crimson eyes watched each other for a moment. "Goodnight, Joey", Yami quickly added. Then he headed to his room.

"If he had stayed down here any longer he would have thrown you on the ground and had his way with you, Yugi", Joey decided, once they heard Yami's door close.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Joey. Honestly, you're being silly."

"Seto invited me over tomorrow night. And I told him I'd come. Which means you and Yami will have this place to yourselves."

"So?"

"So, someone's getting their brains fucked out tomorrow night", Joey teased in a singsong voice.

Yugi's eyes bugged out in shock that Joey would say such a thing. "Joey!" He chased the taller teen around the kitchen and into his room.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

" So I hear you and Ryou are going over Kaiba's house tonight. This should be interesting", Mai thought, sitting on the park bench next to Joey. It was a typical Saturday afternoon, Joey deciding to walk through the park on his way home from the arcade. As luck would have it he ran into the other blond duelist.

"Yeah, I can't say I'm thrilled Ryou's going to be there too. Now if Seto wants to try something he can. Who knows what will happen."

"Don't you want something to happen, Joey?" Mai asked, giving him a look.

"Why would I want that? I have Tristan."

"Last I heard you guys weren't together. You wouldn't really be doing anything wrong if something happened between you and Seto tonight."

"Huh?" Joey asked. "Are you encouraging me to try something?"

"Maybe you and Tristan are meant to be. But how will you ever know that unless you explore all your other possibilities? I'm not saying hop in the sack with him. I'm just saying that denying yourself something you've wanted for a long time isn't going to help your relationship any." Joey sighed. Maybe Mai was right.

"I'm so confused."

"Let him kiss you. It's all about the kiss, Joey."

"The kiss?"

"Yep. That's the big secret. One kiss, that's all you need."

~.~

"What time should I be expecting your friends?" Seto asked, typing on his computer. Mokuba was sitting on his bed, playing with Jax.

"They'll be over around seven. I'm going to order pizza, and we'll probably play videogames and watch movies. You can join us if you like."

"I'll be busy."

"Oh, that's funny", Mokuba said, picking the puppy up and placing it on his lap. "I assumed you'd be entertaining Joey in here tonight." Seto tried to keep typing but had no choice but to close the laptop soundly. He spun around in his chair and looked at his younger brother.

"Excuse me?" Seto asked. Mokuba was giggling.

"Come on, do you honestly think I don't know what this night is really about?"

"How could you possibly know what this is about?" Seto asked, angry.

"I watch satellite television", Mokuba explained.

"Not for long, you won't", Seto mocked, shaking his head.

"Seto, we're both adults. And besides, it's been a bit since you've last gotten some. I think you've been asking yourself where's yours for a while now." Seto was practically purple.

"First of all, you're not an adult. And second, my sex life should not be up for discussion."

"Seto, it's okay, you can confide in me. We're best friends." He smiled at his older brother.

"You think of me as your best friend? What about all those moronic weirdos you hang out with? What about Yugi or Yoshio?"

"I like them a lot, but you still mean more to me then any of them. I love you, Seto." Mokuba gave Seto a little smile.

"I hope you're not waiting for a hug or something", Seto said, giving him a look. Mokuba laughed and jumped off the bed and grabbed him around the shoulders.

"You're such a jerk. I should tell Joey when he gets here what dastardly plans you have for him." Seto turned and tackled Mokuba to the bed. "I was kidding. I didn't mean it." Seto let him go and sat on the bed. "So, what are you going to wear?" Seto frowned. "You're not wearing that are you?"

"I'm not dressing up for the puppy, Mokuba." Mokuba gave him the once-over. "What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing. It's fine. If you're trying to go for American yuppie." Seto narrowed his eyes.

"And what would you suggest?"

"Personally I like the tight black sweater from Barney's New York and a pair of khaki chinos. But that's just this teen's opinion."

"Fine. I'll wear that."

"Don't come running downstairs when he comes, you don't want to scare him. He's still got to sort out his feelings about Tristan."

"And just what has everyone else been telling him about that?" Seto asked, walking over to his closet to pull out his clothes.

"Everyone agrees that Tristan should not be making any moves on Joey because he hasn't properly dealt with his emotions towards Ky. Of course that hasn't stopped him from telling Joey that they should try dating again."

"You have to be kidding me. What the fuck? I'm getting really tired of that kid." Mokuba gave him another smile. "I can't believe I'm talking about this with you."

"Hey, it's better than being in denial. Okay, so the way I see it you shouldn't make your appearance until after the pizza arrives, that way Joey's in complete suspense, wondering what's happened to you. You come down, as if you've completely forgotten that I was even having company tonight. Like you're looking for some misplaced papers…"

"That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard. I'm not getting advice from a thirteen year old."

"It doesn't have to be papers, it can be whatever. Or you can tell me that we're making too much noise and you want us to keep it down. Use your own variation. Anyway, I'll tell Ryou that I want to show him Jax's new trick and you make your move."

"Mokuba, I'm not listening to this insanity. I am not chasing after him."

"Yeah, and if you mess this up Joey's going to be with Tristan."

Seto sighed. "What time is the pizza coming?" Mokuba smiled.

~.~

"What movies did you rent, Yami?" Yugi asked, looking up as he entered the room.

"A couple of horror movies, a war drama, and a comedy. I wasn't sure what you were in the mood for." You, Yami, Yugi thought, letting it slip through their link.

Yami gave Yugi a look. "Did you say something, Aibou?" Yami asked.

"Nothing. It's not important."

"So, what do you want to watch? I wish you gave me something to go on, I was standing in the video store forever."

You could have rented porn, Yami. Yami looked at Yugi and narrowed his eyes.

"Were you talking to me, just now?"

"Uh uh", Yugi said. This was silly. Just how exactly was he supposed to put the moves on him?

"Well, do you want popcorn or something? I can get you a snack", Yami offered.

"Yeah, I'd like a glass of milk", Yugi answered, giving Yami a look. He's never going to get it, is he?

"Want some cookies to go with it?" Yami asked, turning to get the beverage.

"Nope, Yami. Just the milk. A tall, cold glass of milk." Yami left the room and headed into the kitchen. Yami reappeared with the glass. "Here, Aibou." Yugi took the milk and began gulping it down, white liquid running down his cheeks. "Easy, Aibou. You don't want to choke on it." Oh yes I do…only I'm not talking about the milk…

"Let me clean you off", Yami said, protectively.

"Should I take off my clothes?" Yugi asked. Yami made a face.

"I don't think that will be necessary." Yugi screamed in his head. Yami began wiping Yugi off with a napkin. "There we go, Aibou. All better. See."

"Want some, Yami?" There was a double meaning in that. Yugi was already forming a new plan. He offered the milk to the taller teen.

"Sure, Aibou." Yugi made like he was handing the glass to his yami and then accidentally tipped the substance onto him.

"Oops. Clumsy me. I'm sorry, Yami. I spilled the milk all over you." This should do the trick.

"It's okay, Yugi. We all make mistakes. I'll just go change, then we can watch the movie."

"You don't want to drip that all over the place, better take them off here."

"Good point, Aibou." Yami started taking off his shirt. Yugi watched, hypnotized, licking his lips.

"Here, I can help you with the pants", Yugi said, unbuttoning the taller teen's top button. Yugi had Yami's pants down in three seconds flat. "Step out of them, Yami." He did as he was told.

"Be right back, Aibou. Don't start without me." Yami was already headed up the stairs. Why? What had he done to deserve this fate?

~.~

"We better save some of this for Seto, I know he hasn't eaten since breakfast. He's probably starved", Mokuba started, nonchalantly checking his watch. The pizza had come twenty minutes early. Seto was probably shaving or something. He had to figure something out. "Hey, Joey, would you mind bringing a slice to his room? I promised Ryou I'd show him Jax's new trick."

"Uh, okay", Joey answered, putting a slice onto a plate. "I'll meet you guys back in Mokuba's room."

"Um hum." Mokuba had to bite his lip to keep the giggles down. Joey hadn't seen Seto at all since he arrived at the Kaiba mansion. He kept wondered if Seto would make an appearance but he hadn't. Yet Seto was the one who had invited the blond over. The whole thing made no sense.

He was already feeling warm and he hadn't even seen Seto yet. He actually hadn't seen him all day. Joey wasn't sure what it was he was thinking he wanted to happen once he entered his room. He wasn't stupid, he knew Mokuba was setting him up, luring him to the lion's den. But maybe he wanted to be lured. Maybe he wanted to take Mai's advice and let things happen. Let nature take its course.

He had reservations about Tristan. That was certain. And of course his reservations were valid. But he certainly didn't see himself letting anything too remarkable happen. After all, he still had his self-respect, well whatever self-respect one could have for himself after having sex in a laundry mat. But he couldn't dismiss every wonderful thing Tristan and him shared together because of how Tristan was acting now. He wasn't all bad, and in time perhaps he'd be the way he was before.

In either case, Joey decided to wear the royal blue sweater Tristan brought him, as a reminder of what was waiting for him whenever this night was over. He didn't see himself throwing away everything they had, friendship or otherwise in one night. Tristan and him had a history together, so many of his memories were tangled up with him, even if nothing came of Tristan and his latest fling, this was a person he truly saw as a lifelong friend. There were no guarantees with Seto, Joey wasn't sure exactly what kind of intentions Seto had for him. And besides, Seto had made it clear early on that he was jealous, and didn't seem to grow interested until after Tristan came along again.

Joey sighed, he could go over the entire thing in his mind a million times. But there wasn't enough time in the day. He was here. Something had drawn him here, his interest was piqued, and as long as Joey knew what he would and wouldn't say or do with the other boy he'd come away from this just fine. Still, it took all of Joey's will power to knock on the door.

"Come in", the sexy voice on the other side requested. Joey took a deep breath and entered the room. Seto was sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop. "Puppy?" He looked up.

Joey gave Seto the once over. He looked incredibly sexy, wearing a tight black sweater that hinted at a toned chest underneath, and pants that were snug in all the right places. Yeah, I don't know if this is gonna work… I haven't seen him look this sexy in…. maybe…ever.

"Get lost on your way back to Mokuba's room?"

Joey needed to remain calm. "Mokuba sent me in here. He wanted me to bring you a slice of pizza."

"How thoughtful of him." Seto scooted away from the desk and walked over to the blond. Joey took an instinctive step back, hitting the door with his back and slamming it shut. "Something bothering you, Puppy?"

"No", Joey said, wishing he wasn't in the room with Seto Kaiba. This was a really really bad idea. "Here", Joey squeaked, thrusting the plate at the tall brunet. Seto grabbed the plate and placed it on the desk without giving it a second thought.

"That the only reason you came in here, Joey?" Seto asked, his voice intoxicating, it having a positive effect on Joey's crotch.

"Mokuba said you were hungry and you hadn't eaten since breakfast."

"Yeah, I'm half starved." His voice was husky. Joey pressed himself against the door harder. Seto leaned closer, stretching over Joey to lock the door. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… he's going to throw me on his bed next…

"You should eat your pizza before it gets cold." Joey's voice was desperate.

"I'm not in the mood for pizza, Puppy."

"No?" Joey's voice was barely audible at this point.

Seto took one last step, the gap between them now nonexistent. "You look good enough to taste."

"Huh?"

Seto leaned down, Joey's breath coming out in pants. He was four inches from Joey's lips and the puppy whimpered. Seto kissed him. For a moment Joey didn't respond. Then his arms went around his neck and the blond was pulling the brunet in closer. This was madness! But it was thrilling him. Not breaking contact, Seto's hands crept under Joey's shirt, touching his lower back. With the other free hand Seto was leaning against the door, deepening the kiss. Joey began to wonder if this was what it felt like to be electrocuted.

It was a beautiful oxymoron, Seto's gentle insistence coaxing Joey's tongue out for a duel. Seto made it clear he was the more dominant of the pair, pressing against Joey until the blond was sure he'd push him through the wooden door. Seto made no motions to hide his hunger and Joey could only comply meekly. Eventually the need to breathe won out and Seto pulled away, Joey whimpering again.

"Huh?" Joey repeated. He opened his eyes back up, his breath still catching in his throat.

"It was worth the wait", Seto answered, a smug smile on his lips. Joey could barely keep his balance, he held onto the doorknob for support.

"Oh Gods…" Joey whispered, trying to get his brain back online. "You just…you gave me a kiss…"

"The first of many", Seto answered, leaning in again. Joey allowed Seto entrance with no hesitation, Seto intensifying the kiss as soon as Joey parted his lips. Joey was back pressed against the door, his arms back against Seto's neck, a replay of their first try. Then the blond moaned in Seto's mouth. Seto broke away abruptly, leaving Joey trembling.

"Gods, Seto…" Seto smiled again, that same self-satisfied look on his face.

"Does your boyfriend know where you are?" Seto asked, moving his mouth to Joey's neck, and getting another moan in response.

"What boyfriend?"

"Good answer." His kisses were turning to nibbles.

"Ahhhh…. Seto….fuck…."

"You know what my favorite part of kissing you is?", Seto barely whispered, stroking Joey's face, "The part where you whimper my name." To prove his point he grabbed Joey with his teeth, kissing him again, gaining entrance, sweetening their embrace.

"Um… Seto…"

"Just like that." Seto kissed Joey again, frantically.

"Gods, Seto… I didn't know you were going to be so demanding…"

"I'm making up for lost time, Puppy", he remarked, whispering in the blond's ear. "You wouldn't believe the dirty things I was thinking of while waiting for you to come to my room."

"Dirty things?" Joey asked, his fear returning.

"You can't expect me to watch you day after day and not think about all the mischievous fantasies I created in my mind, Puppy, involving you, my bed and a lot of free time…" Seto didn't finish his thought, taking Joey's breath away with another kiss.

"Oh Gods…I… I don't know what to say…"

"Usually in my imagination you're just moaning… but your welcome to say anything else you want that fits the occasion." Seto was back to his neck. Joey's mind was coming in and out, his cognitive processes were failing him, and he could already feel himself beginning to think with the wrong head.

"Seto, I'm… you're…. Gods… not that spot…."

Seto gave Joey one last firm kiss on his neck before stating, "This conversation is taking too long. And I've waited long enough." Seto was going in for another kiss, Joey panicked, and slid over, as best he could. Of course Seto did have him pinned on the door. Seto looked at Joey, suddenly realizing what he was doing. He pulled away.

"Mokuba and Ryou are probably wondering what's happened to you." Joey gave him a blank, wide-eyed look. Seto went back to his desk and sat down.

"Huh?"

"Thank you for the pizza, I appreciate you stopping by and dropping it off." He opened his laptop back up.

"Huh?" Joey asked again, now completely confused. "Is that how it works, you give me a couple of devastating kisses, say some shit in that deep sexy voice of yours and that's it. The second I hesitate you go back to work. This is all a game to you, isn't it? Gods, why do I always do that, why do I find myself attracted to the wrong type of guys. At least I got out before I really got myself hurt. I never realized how much of a jerk you are. I can't believe I fell for it. All that false charm. And to think, for a second there I actually thought you were interested."

"The only thing I'm interested in is fucking you." Joey looked at him and down at his feet. Seto sighed. Why the Hell did I say that to him? Now he hates me again.

"I'm going back to Mokuba's room", Joey said, quietly, not looking at the brunet as he turned to leave. "And just for the record, I don't believe you."

Damn it. Seto jumped up from the desk and blocked the doorknob. "What do you mean you don't believe me?"

"I'm going back to your brother's room, can you move please." Seto gave him a look that said he wasn't going anywhere. "I don't believe that's your only interest, Seto. If that were the case you would have jumped on me a long time ago. You only said that because you wanted to reject me before I had a chance to reject you."

"Reject me? What makes you think I want you to want me? What can be said about a guy who prefers his emotionally abusive ex-whatever over something that makes actual sense."

"What are you talking about? You make sense? Since this crap started I've been more upset, more confused, and more frustrated than when I first had a crush on you. You make no sense! One minute you're trying to seduce me the next your throwing me out of your room. I get angry cause you won't give me any guarantee that you're not just using me, and you tell me you're only about getting me into bed. I don't get you. I honestly don't understand what you're so damn afraid of. If you love me why won't you just tell me and stop driving me up a fucking wall!"

"What makes you think this is some deliberate game of mine? I don't play games, Joey. Let me ask you this, what am I supposed to think about you, hum? You spend your time crushing over me, flirting with me, trying to draw me in, meanwhile your still having sex with some other guy. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Why am I going to invest my time and my energy on something that has no promise of a future? Yeah, Joey, I want to fuck you, and do you know why? Because the way I see it there's no useless, stupid feelings in the way and nobody ends up getting hurt."

"You mean you don't end up getting hurt."

"I wouldn't get that involved with you to let myself get hurt."

Joey was ready to scream. "If you could just put yourself in my shoes for two seconds! Gods, I never wanted to have feelings for you. Everything I know is telling me this is wrong. But I'm here. I'm not with Tristan. I've been on an emotional roller coaster since Ky and Tris broke up. Why can't you understand that I'm just as afraid of uncertainty as you are? Do you want declarations of love, Seto? Do want me to say once this night is over I'll never see him again? I can't do that, okay. I can't. I want to, but I can't."

"I don't care anymore, Puppy. Do whatever the Hell you want." Seto looked away, angry.

"I just want you to know one thing, Seto, love's about taking a risk. I took one coming into your room tonight, but if you don't want to meet me halfway fine. I'll make your life uncomplicated and leave."

"You think coming in my room tonight is halfway?" Seto suddenly asked, giving Joey his glare.

"I've told you the situation, Seto. I've told you where I am right now."

"It's not good enough. I'm not going to play devil's advocate, I'm not going to be a convenience boyfriend. Don't you see how much he's hurting you, don't you appreciate the fact that he's feeding you lines. The guy has more issues than Vogue magazine, Joey. Damn it, he's mind fucking you, and you're getting involved again like an idiot. I'm not going to sit here and pick up the pieces of your heart after he shatters it, and that's exactly what he's going to do. I'm not going to sit and wait for him to hurt you. You need to be strong enough to let him go. Completely. He's so wrong for you, Joey. I don't have time for charity cases, you need to help yourself."

"Seto…"

"You'll get no pity from me, no sympathy. I learned at an early age that you have to decide your own destiny and determine your own fate. Don't sit there, obligated, because he's your best friend. You want the truth, Joey? I'm not going to watch you hurt yourself, because every time that piece of shit pulls one of his little stunts and I see your reaction a little part of me dies inside. You want a guarantee? I guarantee I would never dream about doing those things to you. Ever. Why is it you react when I tell you I'd fuck you with no strings attached but you say nothing when Tristan actually does it? I don't care how much life history you have, he's not in love with you."

"Seto, listen…"

"Furthermore, I don't have time for poetry and bullshit. I'm not going to waste either of our time talking crap about how amazing and wonderful and special you are. You already know all that, you already know you brighten a room with your presence. You've already seen how I react when I'm around you. You've already witnessed how ridiculously jealous and angry I get when that asshole is anywhere near you. You're well aware of how much time and energy I've put towards thinking about you, worrying about you, plotting a way to have Tristan eliminated without it pointing back to me." Joey looked up. Seto was teasing him again. "The rest, the rest is silence, Puppy."

Joey stood silent for a long time. "If you feel it would be better if you went back to Mokuba's room, you do that. But I'm not asking you to leave." Joey looked down at his feet. "I'd like it if you stayed, Puppy." Joey's mind was busy doing back flips.

"I'd like to stay…" Joey half mumbled, not sure what that meant.

"I didn't mean to throw all of this emotional crap on you all at once. I do understand the position you're in. I don't blame you for having to deal with this situation. It's not your fault you're in this rut right now, it's only your fault if you choose to stay in it. But anyway, I've probably given you quite enough to wonder about already. So enough of that conversation. Personally, I think we should get back to where we were before I frightened you away, of course I say that with no pressure behind it."

"You want to kiss me again, is that it?" Joey asked, looking up into those soft blue eyes.

"Until your lips are as bruised as my ego when you slid away." Joey couldn't resist the urge to smirk. "I'd thought I'd get that smile of yours to come back."

"You did just throw a lot of crap at me, Seto. But I appreciate what you're trying to do. Coming from anybody else it probably wouldn't have been as brutal, but some how with you, it fits."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning this is your way of comforting me, reassuring me, being there for me." Seto and Joey exchanged a look. "Anyway, like you said, enough of that conversation. And last I remembered you were saying something about kissing me."

Seto actually smiled, and Joey found himself consumed by everything Seto had just said. He really does love me, and he is afraid of getting hurt. But mostly, he doesn't want me to get hurt…Seto leaned over and placed a small, chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'd like to show you the real difference between me and him, Puppy." Joey blushed a little and nodded, not trusting his voice. Seto kissed him again, slowly. The kiss was unhurried, gentle, patient. Seto could still sense the nervousness behind the kiss. Maybe I was too hard on him, but damn it, I don't want him growing emotionally dependent on me too. He needs to be okay by himself, he needs to remember how strong he is. It's not going to make the situation any better if I fight all his battles for him, he needs to get rid of Tristan because he realizes it's the right thing to do. Not because I'm manipulating him the same way that jackass is.

Seto could feel some of the reservation leaving, but there was still some lingering uncertainty on Joey's end. I could have been gentler; I didn't have to yell at him. Tristan's really got him messed up, he's so vulnerable right now. I could have told him how I really feel. Maybe I should have told him I love him.. Joey warmed up to him as the kiss progressed, and allowed Seto to become more aggressive, but Seto didn't push it. Oh Puppy, there's so much going on with you right now. But I won't abandon you. And if you're not strong enough to do this alone, I'll help you. Just don't hurt me…

Joey's weariness was leaving him. Nothing made any sense, and somehow that was fine. Seto was here, and maybe that's all he really needed. Seto still didn't push it, there was something different on his side this time. It wasn't unbridled lust, it was warmth and understanding, and when the kiss broke Joey was smiling at him.

"So what happens now?" Joey asked, his confidence slowly returning.

"I fix you a drink", Seto answered, crossing his room. "I won't try anything, I promise."

"Okay, one drink. But then that's it. And don't be slipping anything in there either, Seto Kaiba." Seto looked up at him with a smile. Good, he's joking again.

"First of all, I'd never have to resort to such crude means to get someone to sleep with me. And second, half the fun is in listening to you moan my name and then watching you come all over yourself while I fuck you shitless." Joey turned red, Seto advancing on him like a big game cat, finally cornering its prey after stalking it for weeks.

"Here", Seto stated, handing Joey a drink.

Joey took a massive gulp, and sputtered. He looked into the cup. "This is strong. Did you even put fruit juice in this?"

"Yeah, mostly for color", Seto answered.

"Why do I have the funny feeling you're trying to get me intoxicated?"

"Maybe I'm interested in going 50-50 on a rape charge", Seto answered, taking a careful sip of his drink. Joey flushed brighter. "Loosen up, Puppy. I'm only teasing you."

I think I'm right about him. And he is different than Tristan. So very different…and if he let's himself go I'll bet he's wonderful…

~.~

"Aibou, we can't watch the movie if you keep kissing me", Yami teased mentally.

"I don't want to watch this anymore."

"It just started."

"Your point?" Yami gave Yugi a look.

"Okay, Aibou, would you like to play a game? I know, we can play Pictionary, your favorite." Yugi sighed. "You don't want to play, Aibou?" Yugi thought about it for a minute, then a new idea formed in his head.

"Pictionary is fine. We'll play it in your room, come on, Yami." Yugi got up and Yami followed.

"Would you like to go first, Aibou?" Yami asked.

"Yes. And I already have an idea." They smiled at each other. He took a pencil and a pad of paper out of Yami's desk drawer. Yugi began drawing.

"Hey, I can't see, Aibou. And I didn't start the timer yet", Yami began, watching Yugi's pencil scribble across the page.

"Here." Yugi said, finished with his masterpiece. He handed the paper to Yami. Yami narrowed his eyes and looked at the artwork. His jaw dropped. In the center of the otherwise blank page was a medium sized circle, above which Yugi had written the word "me". Pointing to the circle was an arrow, above which had the word "you". And just in case Yami still didn't get the hint underneath the rather brash diagram were the words "I want you to fuck me" in bold letters.

Yami sat very still, the paper still in his hands. Yugi didn't breathe. He was too afraid to even speak to him telepathically. He half expected a longwinded speech about the importance of waiting and so forth. Or at the very least Yami would ask him if he was really sure he wanted it, in which case Yugi would probably lose his nerve. Yugi was ready to just go back into his room and never reappear. How would he ever look Yami in the eyes again?

Yami finally placed the pad of paper and the pencil back in his drawer, not looking at Yugi. He's going to ask me to leave . Once his task was complete Yami gave Yugi a look, a small smile coming into focus. Before Yugi could even consider smiling back Yami had him pinned on the bed, attacking his mouth with eager kisses. Yugi moaned. Yami was relentless, buried desire seeping to the surface. Everything Yami had denied himself was slipping away with his control, he only broke away in his frenzy to take in air, and then continued the assault where he left off. Yugi moaned again, fraught, wondering what he had unleashed in his other half.

Yami was an animal, ripping Yugi's shirt off and tugging at his leather pants like a man possessed. When Yugi was only left with boxers on he began his assault again, his lips exploring the smaller boy's chest, finding a hardened nub and worshipping it. Yugi moaned louder.

The phone rang. Yami stopped, gaining back some of his clarity. Yugi looked at him, panting. "It's probably Malik…" he thought before he leaned over and pulled the phone jack out. Then he picked up where he left off, trailing sloppy wet kisses down the other's torso. Not to be completely dominated by the other without some semblance of a fight Yugi grabbed Yami's head and pulled him up.

Yami looked at him, completely out of breath, his rational thought processes returning. What was he doing to his light? "Aibou, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He sat completely up, looking at Yugi with uneasiness.

"I didn't tell you to stop, Yami. I just didn't want you to have all the fun." Yugi leaned in and pushed Yami so that he was on top. "These clothes are getting in the way, Yami", Yugi added. Yami helped him remove his shirt, gasping as Yugi began molesting his neck once the shirt was on the floor. Yugi was just as brutal, working the kisses down the other's chest, past two nipples and to his abdomen.

Yugi began removing Yami's pants swiftly, before Yami could object. "These are in the way too, Yami", Yugi continued, tugging at Yami's boxers.

"Aibou… calm down", Yami gasped.

"You're one to talk." And then, before Yami could complain some more, Yugi took Yami into his mouth.

"By Ra… Aibou…. Yugi…" Yugi tried taking more of Yami in his mouth relishing in his dark's submission. Yami moaned as the other slid his mouth back up, slowly. Yami's cock came out with an interesting "pop". "Yugi? What has gotten into you?" Yami asked, breathless.

"Hopefully you in a couple of minutes." Yugi met Yami's eyes and the last of Yami's doubt left him. "Now may I proceed, or are you going to lecture me?"

Yami smirked. "Don't start, Aibou." Yami reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. "I figured I'd have this handy, just in case." Yami gave Yugi a kiss and lied down. He shifted his body so that Yugi was forced to straddle his hips facing the opposite direction. Yugi wasn't sure what Yami was thinking. Before he could ask Yami was pulling at his legs until he was straddling Yami's face, Yami's penis staring Yugi in the face. "Let me show you how it's done, Little One", Yami decided, taking Yugi's length into his mouth.

"Um…..Why didn't you say you wanted to 69?" he asked, giggling at the sensation.

Yami stopped. Yugi groaned. "I'm beginning to think Joey and Tristan have corrupted my sweet little boy."

"Shut up, Yami", Yugi laughed. His giggles were soon quelled as Yami began his lesson again. He opened his mouth and took the tip of Yugi between his lips. He began his torment, kissing him, working his way down, tugging gently on the flesh. He was rewarded for his efforts with a moan of approval. Yugi mimicked Yami's movements, finding it hard to pay attention. Yugi tried to keep himself under control, knowing if Yami kept up his ministrations much longer he was going to ejaculate prematurely.

Yugi swallowed against him, hearing the click of the bottle opening. Then Yami's oiled fingers brushed across Yugi's opening. The smaller teen whimpered. Yami continued, stroking the crack gradually, before he stabbed at the juncture. Yugi could feel himself stretching.

Yami's index and middle fingers pulled him open, stretching him wider, his fingers probing further. Yugi groaned, as his finger slipped back out. "Does it feel good, Aibou?"

"Um hum", was the best Yugi could manage. Yami poked back in and Yugi twitched, jolting at a sudden feeling of pleasure. Yami repeated the action and Yugi gasped, sucking in hard. He stopped his blowjob and panted.

"I see you like that…" Yami teased, puncturing him again. Yugi cried out as Yami pressed harder. He arched against him.

"Do it again."

"I will. I promise." He pulled his fingers out. Yami coated his fingers again and started again, this time adding a third and fourth digit. Yugi moaned as the taller teen got his ass slippery, hitting the spot again and again. "I think it's time I continue this with something a little bigger than these four fingers." He stopped then, and added in a whisper, "Roll onto your back, Aibou."

Yami was already rock hard as he squeezed a dollop of the lubricant into his hands and slid it across his throbbing member. He positioned himself between his light's legs and continued his stroking. Yugi gasped again. Just watching Yami was going to push him over the edge if he didn't hurry it along. Yami sensed Yugi's impatience and added a squirt of oil onto Yugi's cock before discarding the bottle onto the floor.

He began stroking Yugi's already hardened member, Yugi drawing his knees up and opening his legs as wide as he could. "Ready, Aibou?" Yami whispered, positioning the head of his dick against Yugi's now aching hole. Yugi nodded.

"Do it, Yami…" Yugi cried out as Yami's cock began its journey up his entrance. Yugi's gasping began again as Yami pierced him, so slowly Yugi wasn't sure he was actually moving at all. He could feel a burning sensation, but Yami began distracting him by stroking him again.

"Relax, Aibou…" He kissed Yugi as he continued to pant. Yugi lifted his head slightly, watching Yami continue to impale him until he was completely inside. Yami stayed very still, trying not to move against the incredible heat surrounding him. Yugi was impossibly tight. "That's it, Aibou, relax." Yugi shuddered, Yami placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Yugi could feel some of the tension leaving him.

Yugi's involuntary spasm didn't help matters any. Yami dug his fists into the blankets, fighting the instinct to thrust forward. Yugi was relaxing more, the discomfort lessening as he felt the delightful sensation of Yami's manhood rubbing against that now familiar spot inside of him. Yugi looked up, at the figure hovering above him, sweat glistening off tanned features, his arms barely rocking as he held himself up.

"I'm okay now, Yami. It's okay…" Yugi smiled. Yami smiled back and began moving, slowly, building a measured rhythm.

"I love you, Aibou", Yami whispered, continuing his movements. "You're so tight, Yugi…" The friction still burned a little, but Yugi was adjusting to it, and as Yami grabbed a hold of Yugi's erection the last of his resistance faded.

Yugi screamed as Yami picked up the pace and punched his prostate. Yugi could already feel himself ready to come. He wasn't going to be able to hold out too long. Yami's stroking wasn't making it easier. "Gods… Yami… I'm gonna come…"

"Um hum…"

"Harder, Yami…" Yami complied, slamming his hips into Yugi, each thrust getting him closer until Yugi couldn't hold out any longer. He screamed his lover's name as his orgasm hit him, cum shooting everywhere, nailing his chest and chin.

Yami watched amazed, but continued silently. As Yugi's world came back into focus he smiled up at his dark and gave him a kiss that caused Yami to throb harder. "Don't stop, Baby", Yugi cried, feeling his penis respond to his handy work. He matched Yami's thrusts, watching Yami get closer to his own climax.

Yugi twitched a little, Yami feeling it and shivering. Yami lost it and increased the speed again, plunging into the warmth with reckless abandon. "Gods, Yami… fuck…" Yugi lifted his hips off the bed slightly, Yami groaning in the back of his throat. His penis was pulsating, he was going to come in a moment.

"Do it, Yami!" Yami did. He roared Yugi's name as he came hard. His fingertips dug into Yugi's hips with enough force to bruise the skin. Yugi watched the spectacle and came against himself again taking in one last good gulp of air before Yami collapsed on top of him. Yami pulled out and with his last ounce of energy rolled over onto his back, fearing he'd smother the smaller teen.

Yugi climbed onto Yami, his ragged breathing slowing back to normal. Yami was already falling asleep, Yugi wasn't far behind him.

~.~

Joey burped loudly, feeling pretty buzzed and loving it. One drink had turned to two, and by three Joey was singing show tunes and giggling infectiously. Seto had also loosened up, at some point Joey had even gotten him to drink the vodka straight from the bottle. Suffice it to say, both teens were pretty pleased with each other, and quite horny, their earlier, more serious conversation miles away. Joey lost the sweater sometime during the confusion, it was much too hot in the room for such extra warmth. Seto lost his sweater as well, and both boys marveled at each other standing around in undershirts.

"I wanna kiss you again, Puppy", Seto demanded, pushing Joey onto the bed. Joey giggled as Seto straddled him and kissed his cheek. "I think I'm officially messed up right now."

Joey laughed harder. "This could be the liquor talking but you're looking a good 45 different kinds of sexy right now", he started. Seto leaned down and kissed him again. "I think I need another drink."

"Um, um… no more, Puppy. You're not going to blame me for taking advantage of your vulnerable condition. Start sobering up so we can have sex." Joey found Seto's friendliness hilarious. Seto narrowed his eyes, not sure what exactly was so funny.

"Just take me now, and then we'll worry about it tomorrow, Richie Rich." He laughed again as he rolled his hips. Seto had been hard for over half an hour, and if Joey kept tempting him he would take him and worry about the consequences in the morning. He leaned down and started kissing Joey again. Joey kissed him back, as best he could through the giggles.

"Wait, wait. There were things I was going to ask you first", Joey suddenly remembered, getting some clarity back. Seto stopped and rolled over.

"What is it? Hurry it up, I'm hard as fuck…" Joey crawled on top of the brunet and laughed again.

"How many people have you been with? I need to know your complete sexual history before I do anything with you. Who was your first, or are you about to lose the big V to me?"

"What are you talking about? You're talking stupid, Puppy. You're making no kind of sense." Joey tried to keep from laughing too much. He had to be serious. "Did you interrogate Tristan before you slept with him?" Seto asked, closing his eyes. He was getting dizzy. Maybe he was a little more inebriated than he gave himself credit for. "I don't recall agreeing to this crap."

"Come on, Seto. How many?" Seto opened his eyes. Joey had gotten the giggles under control for the time being.

"Two."

"Jacking off with both hands doesn't count, Seto." Seto pushed Joey off of him and Joey slipped off the bed with a thud.

"How about you, huh? How many have you been with? Which of your friends have had a puppy follow them home after school?" Joey looked up at him. Suddenly nothing was funny anymore. Seto saw it in Joey's eyes and rolled off the bed. "I didn't mean that. I get… stupid….when I drink. I'll answer your questions. Just don't hate me again."

Joey looked at him. "I'm really feeling shitty, I just, I don't deal with feelings and that nonsense very well. But I'll answer all your questions, just don't, don't start wishing you had gone back to my brother's room or something."

Joey nodded. He could feel himself sobering up a little. "I never asked Tristan questions because I was his first. We were both virgins our first time together."

"Touching." Joey gave him another look. "Sorry. I'm trying. I really hate that guy. Continue."

"Okay," Joey said, crawling over to the other. Seto grabbed him around the waist and sat up against the bed. Joey leaned against his chest and sighed, satisfied. "So, you said a lot of stuff before, but I really have to know, how do you feel about me?"

"I don't know. That's a hard question." Seto pushed his erection into Joey's back. Joey giggled a little. Maybe he wasn't quite sober yet. Joey spun around and gave him a kiss.

"We should get back on the bed now", Joey decided, climbing back on top of the bed, Seto following. Joey took over and began kissing Seto hard, pushing him back, going for the zipper on his pants. It took the last of Seto's willpower to grab Joey's wrists and stop him.

"I didn't answer your question", Seto breathed, pushing himself away from the blond. Joey looked at him confused. "I thought I hated you for a very long time, Joey."

"Huh?"

"How'd I know you were going to say that?" Seto shook his head, trying to clear it; he had to get this out before anything else happened. "I realized I didn't hate you, it was really sexual frustration. And watching Tristan moving in got me angrier, and more frustrated. But at some point, I think I realized that the frustration I was feeling wasn't completely sex related."

"Huh?" Joey asked, Seto's words were swimming in and out of his head.

"Will you try paying attention, I'm not going to say this again, so listen." Joey focused on Seto trying to figure out how wasted he truly was. "I'm frustrated because I love you. I was thinking I should have said it before. And now I'm thinking I shouldn't have said it at all. But fuck it, I'm drunk. Joey? Are you listening?" Joey sat up a little.

He grabbed Seto's face between his hands and studied it. "What does any of this have to do with us having sex? I thought we were having some of it."

"We're not having sex tonight."

"Seto, I think you've gotten yourself confused. You're missing the point of getting drunk. You get drunk, you have sex, and you tell me you love me as some cheap afterthought as if that will make up for what we've done. You don't tell me you love me and then tell me I've gotten drunk for nothing."

"You want to sleep with me?"

"Why else would I have come into your room?" Joey asked, smiling. He gave Seto another kiss. He was feeling sick. Why was Seto making this difficult? Wasn't this what this was all about? Sex? It was always about sex, it was always about sex with Tristan, and Tristan told him he loved him on a regular basis. Every time they fucked, like clockwork. Why did Seto have to act stupid? Wasn't he a genius or something? Joey snuggled up to him.

"Joey, it's time to go to sleep, I think you're more wasted than I am." Joey gave him a look and yawned. "Do you want me to sleep on the sofa and you can have the bed?" Joey gave him another confused look.

"When's the sex gonna happen?"

"There isn't any sex." Gods, Tristan really screwed him up, didn't he? Fucking bastard, that's it, I'm going to take care of Tristan myself. Seto stood up, not sure if he'd make it to the couch without falling.

"Why don't you want to go to sleep with me?" Joey asked, yawning again. Seto gave up opting to slip back into bed. He pulled up the covers, then leaned over and turned off the light. Joey rolled on top of Seto and kissed him a couple of times but then yawned once more. He fell asleep three minutes later.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Yugi was helping Yami clean up breakfast in the kitchen. Yugi's grandfather had come home late, but Yami had woke up, cleaned Yugi off and got him put into bed before he had returned home. Yami avoided looking at the older man for most of the morning, feeling slightly guilty about the things he had done to his grandson the night before. Finally Yami's grandfather went to unpack from his trip and as soon as he was in his room the two teens jumped on each other, the remaining dishes being neglected.

"I wanted to ask you all morning, about last night, how was it? Was it okay, Aibou?" Yami asked, giving Yugi little kisses on his neck.

"Last night was wonderful. You really wore me out, I don't remember you taking me back to bed." Yugi giggled as Yami moved the kisses to his lips.

"You sure you enjoyed last night? Was it better than your dreams?"

"Yes, much better." Yugi smiled at him, snuggling up to his chest. "It was better because you were really with me."

"Even better than the dream with me and the Dark Magician?"

Yugi pulled away. Yami had a smirk on his face. "I really, really need to block you out when I go to sleep."

~.~

Joey couldn't believe he wasn't sick when he woke up. His head was spinning, and his throat was dry. But he didn't feel sick. Seto wasn't in the room, which Joey was thankful for. When he heard footsteps in the hallway he entered the bathroom and locked the door. No one entered Seto's room, and Joey sighed. Flashbacks of the night before afflicted him as he rinsed his face off in the sink. At some point during the night Joey and Seto had separated, Seto taking most of the covers with him. All for the better, Joey didn't notice or miss the extra warmth; his body had still been perspiring from the alcohol in his system.

Joey lost track of time while sitting on the marble toilet seat in the master bathroom crying. Who knew where Seto had gotten to. Ryou and Mokuba had to already be up, one could guess what they thought of his absence the entire evening. If he could sneak over to Bernard's room he could knock on the door and ask him to take him home. He couldn't face anyone, and what exactly was he telling Tristan? Joey's small cries turned to sobs as he tried to figure out what he was going to do.

What had that been with Seto? Between the drunken admissions of love, the attack at the door the second Joey entered the room, Seto yelling at him to get rid of Tristan, and Seto asking Joey how many of his friends he had been with Joey didn't know what to think. And what the hell kind of things had he said to Seto? How did he get himself into such a...

The knock on the door startled him. He grabbed toilet paper and began wiping his face. There was another knock. "Joey? Are you sick? There's some aspirin in the medicine cabinet if you need it."

"I'm fine", Joey lied, not sure if Seto could even hear him.

"Mokuba and Ryou are making waffles. Do you want to come downstairs?"

"Um… give me a couple of minutes. I need to take a shower." Seto had never heard anyone sound so distressed in his life.

"I got your overnight bag from Mokuba's room. If you open the door I can give it to you."

"No, um. Why don't you just leave it there…" Seto's heart was breaking.

"Okay, I'll be downstairs. There are some towels and things here, or you're more than welcome to use my stuff. Let me know if you need anything."

"Um hum." Seto sighed and left his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He walked back down the stairs, scratching his stubble. Ryou and Mokuba both looked up from the mixing bowl as Seto entered the kitchen in his bathrobe and slippers.

"Is Joey coming?" Mokuba asked, knowing something was very wrong. He wanted to ask Seto what had happened but knew Seto wouldn't tell him anything with Ryou in the kitchen.

"He's in the shower", Seto answered not looking at either of them. He sat at the table and opened the morning paper.

"Jax brought the paper in. It was a little heavy for him, but he finally got it. He's learning fast. He's a really good puppy", Mokuba said, trying to lighten the mood.

What the hell did I do to my puppy last night? Seto put the paper down. He buried his head in his hands. He wanted to vomit. At least he hadn't slept with him. Yeah, like what I did was a lot better. What was the point of telling Joey he needed to stop being manipulated and then sit there and get him drunk? When did I become such a disgusting bastard?

"I think these are ready", Ryou thought, helping Mokuba get the third batch out of the waffle iron.

"Um, they look good…" Mokuba stopped. Joey's footsteps were getting closer. No one said anything as Joey walked into the kitchen. His eyes were slightly puffy, and despite the shower he looked like shit.

Not wanting to make things more difficult for anyone Ryou broke the awkward silence. "Joey, you're right on time. I hope your hungry." Joey looked at Ryou and shrugged.

"Sit down, Joey", Mokuba added, glancing at his older brother. Joey floated over to the table, not sure exactly where to sit. He opted for a seat to Seto's right. "Seto, your coffee is ready. Do you want the usual?"

"Black please." Mokuba handed the older Kaiba a cup. Ryou brought the waffles over to the table.

"Help yourselves", he said, bringing over cups of milk. Joey waited for Seto to finish taking two waffles before he took one. Neither was hungry but knew if they didn't take something they'd never hear the end of it.

Joey forced the waffle into his mouth wishing he could vomit it back up. If he didn't get out of Seto's house he was going to get his wish. No one said anything during breakfast. Ryou was afraid to mention anything about the previous night, knowing the pink elephant in the room would be too painful to deal with.

It was Joey who eventually broke the silence. "These were good. Thank you for inviting me over and letting me stay here last night. I'm going to go upstairs and get my bags and get going."

"What?" Mokuba asked, momentarily forgetting he was supposed to be walking on eggshells. "You can't leave, Joey. It's only eleven in the morning."

"I have homework I have to do. I really have to go." Joey stood up and walked out of the room. Mokuba and Ryou exchanged looks before both turned to look at Seto. Seto looked at both of them and then away. He stood up and left the kitchen.

"What did Seto do to him", Mokuba wondered, aloud, looking at the white haired teen.

"I think they did a number on each other", Ryou answered, losing his appetite.

Joey was halfway down the hallway with his things when Seto appeared at the top of the stairs. Joey made eye contact and looked away, he could feel the tears wanting to fall again. "I'd like to speak to you in my room, please. I just ask for three minutes. You're welcome to leave after that."

Joey said nothing but followed Seto into his bedroom. "Since I only have three minutes I'll get right to the point. It'd be easy to go over regrets about what did and didn't happen last night, but I'm not going to do that because frankly I have no regrets."

Joey tussled his hair, finding his socks a lot more interesting then the other teen. "I have no regrets because I meant most of what I said last night." So you don't love me? "I didn't mean the comment about you having sexual relationships with your other friends." Joey looked up then. "I meant the rest."

Joey resisted the urge to ask "huh". He searched Seto's face, looking for some assurance he was being honest. "Don't act so completely astonished, Puppy. Just because a certain person tells you he loves you in a moment of passion with no meaning behind it doesn't mean anyone else who says it is lying."

"You love me, Seto?" Joey asked, looking into ocean blue eyes. Seto said nothing, walking over to him and giving Joey a loving kiss as a response. Joey shivered, letting the brunet coax his tongue out. When the kiss ended Joey looked away.

"I know you care about, Tristan; a part of you even loves him. That's fine. Because I also know in the end you're gonna realize what an idiot he is and end up with me."

"You have a knack at ruining a moment", Joey grumbled turning away. What the Hell is wrong with him. Why can't he be normal?

"Well, you ruined my breakfast." Joey gave Seto a look. He was being serious. Joey sighed sadly. The touching moment was over. "I don't enjoy worrying about you."

"Why do I even bother? Gods, what the Hell is wrong with me?" Joey gave him another look. "I give up. I honestly give up. What is wrong with you? Why can't you be tender without adding condescension to your sentences?"

"I bet you're hard to get over." Joey looked into his eyes again. "I bet you'll run back to him and I'll wind up with all these stupid emotions and get hurt. Why do I bother, Puppy? Do you think any of this is easy for me? Yes, I'm afraid of getting hurt, as concerned as I am for your well being, I'm afraid of getting hurt. As much as I know it was wrong to tell you I wouldn't manipulate you and then allowed you to get drunk, I'm glad it happened because it forced me to tell you what I should have told you before. I love you, honestly. But this is as good as it's going to get. I already told you, if you want poetry and bullshit I'm not the one. Okay? The rest, who the fuck knows." Joey met his eyes, beleaguered. How could the same guy that drove him positively crazy make him feel like he was the one thing missing all this time?

"I can't do it for you, Joey. You have to deal with your situation with Tristan yourself." Joey nodded, wanting to cry again. "That doesn't mean of course that I won't help you if you stumble. And if I witness any more puppy mistreatment you can believe I'll personally deal with it. But you are strong, Joey. And I know that you'll make it through this rough spot."

Joey gave Seto another look. "Look, I'm not going to talk about this with you anymore. It's a lot to deal with, and frankly it's too damn early on a Sunday morning to be doing this now. The only other thing I wanted to say is, don't leave. At least for Mokuba's sake, the kid was ready to press my face onto the waffle iron when he saw how upset you were."

Joey gave him another look. "I'll stay, for a little while. But I do have homework I have to finish."

"Yeah, okay, and I'm the queen of France. You doing homework, Puppy? That's an oxymoron." Joey gave him a look, but smirked in spite of himself.


Author's Endnotes: Yikes. What have I done? What can I possibly say about this? An interesting concept, though, Yugi dreaming about Yami and one of his favorite monsters, the Dark Magician, also known as the Black Magician. I know what you're thinking, when the Hell did Yugi get to be so aggressive? Well, I'm getting slightly bored of stories that have little innocent Yugi sitting around, completely astonished at someone making moves on him. Why can't the little guy make moves himself? As for Seto, I'm not sure what to think about this. I believe him though, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who's into poetry and bullshit. Wow, what was the deal with him and Joey, huh? And what exactly will happen to Tristan? Of course I think Tristan isn't as much of an innocent victim as he's letting on. Seto made a good point a couple of chapter's ago, when was it that the guy got off the rebound? Then again, Tristan isn't all bad either, and he is hurting, and what do you think he'll say about Joey being with Seto? What a tangled web I've woven… I'm not evil in real life, and I promise… everything will be okay at the end…Wow, with guys like this, what exactly is Joey choosing from? Guess we'll have to wait and see. I apologize for ending the chapter like this… it's an evil ending… but tell me what you think. REVIEW. Your reviews are so encouraging. Well, here's a little taste of what craziness will be transpiring next:


"Why don't we stop pussy-footing around the issue, why don't you ask me what you really want to know?" Joey asked, finally, growing angry.

"And what is it that I really want to know?"

"You think I've slept with Seto. You want validation. Right?" Tristan narrowed his eyes.

"No, I think it's clear by your actions yesterday that I already know the answer to that question, Joey. You going over there Saturday night speaks volumes."

"Whatever, Tris. I'm not going to have this discussion with you, since you already know everything. Perhaps though, you should think about why I was there Saturday night instead of being with you." They exchanged a bitter look. "I have to go to class." Joey closed the locker.

"Just remember something, Joey. Sluts don't get a second chance." Tristan walked off.