Title: Deceit

Summary: What happens when a young Seto and a young Siegfried meet during one of Kaiba Corps parties? Certainly not just what we've seen. Especially not when one of them has superior acting skills.

Contains: Yaoi, Lemon, Consensual Non-Con, two semes (or two ukes if you want to see it that way)...No like? No read.

Pairing: Young Seto X Young Siegfried

Disclaimer: I Do not own yu-gi-oh or ANY of the characters…if I did the show would not be suitable for children's eyes…and ohhh the bad TV reports I would have…not to mention the millions of dollars I would have.

Author's Note: Okay, so something was seriously wrong with me when I started writing this. The style is weird at first, but as it progresses it returns to a more normal dialect. I have no clue what the heck was wrong with me. It's broken into three chapters, but it's all the same story with no real unannounced time gaps. I just don't want one gigantic page of text. (It bugs people, I know.) Basically it has either two semes going on or two ukes. Or perhaps a uke that refuses to stay down? I dunno. Surely something to read if you get really bored.

The Lemon Is In Chapter 3! So if you wanna skip to it, just skim chapters one and two and go on your merry way to the end ;D

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The boy had been making passes at him since the first day he'd arrived four days ago. Nearly nonstop. At first glance he mistook him for a girl, a relatively unwise mistake. He did find it odd that the presumed girl wore suits instead of dresses, but perhaps that was just her preference. A business woman, right? It wasn't until the boy's father announced him as a son on the third day of their visit that Seto found out. Since that moment he hadn't been able to look the foreign boy in the eyes. This action just seemed to make the boy try harder.

They'd never actually spoken to each other, but that didn't seem to be an issue. No matter how reclusive Seto tried to be the German boy would just come closer and closer. Even when he mistook him for a girl he tried to avoid his errant behavior. However, he had little to no success. The more actions he ignored, the more physical the boy would get. On the first day the boy just glared at him, second day he started smirking, third day he wouldn't let Seto leave his sight, and on the fourth day he started bumping into him. If they passed each other in the hall the boy would seemingly swerve just to clip Seto's shoulder with his own and then keep walking without a backward glance.

Though during the fourth night's party, the boy did speak. And since then…he hadn't shut up.

"You tricked him into adopting you," the boy, who had yet to say his name, said from his spot on Seto's bed. It was two a.m. and Seto had requested permission to leave the party and retire to his room for the night. Simultaneously the boy asked his father the same and then proceeded to follow Seto into his room despite verbal protest. He entered the room with an attitude that stated he owned it and made himself comfortable, seated at the foot of the large bed. Seto happily sat in the chair in the far corner of the room. The farthest place from the bed.

"I wouldn't say that I tricked him, I just play a better game of chess than he does." The boy snorted.

"My father even plays a better game of chess than Kaiba." The resentment in the boy's eyes was strange. A sort of bitterness brewed there.

He didn't speak for a while after that. He just looked down at the blankets and stayed that way, scowling at the fabric. As the minutes ticked by Seto's patients wore thin.

"Listen, it's late. I'm tired." The boy looked up and tilted his head as if signaling that he didn't understand the words.

"Then go to sleep, I'm not stopping you."

"You're in my bed," Seto stated bluntly, becoming annoyed. The boy had started playing the same game when he'd followed him into the room.

"Oh. It would appear that I am. But there's enough room for you." As if to emphasize his offer, the boy moved over to the very corner on the bed, trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Yes, but I'd rather not share my bed."

"Oh? Why not?" He kept the same placid tone while Seto grew more and more agitated by the second.

"Because it's mine."

"No, it is Kaiba's."

"Well, he gave it to me."

"He doesn't give things away." Now the boy was smirking at him. He enjoyed the argument as much as he enjoyed the chase.

"I really suggest that you leave," Seto said, warning him. The boy ignored it.

"But why? I'm not doing anything."

"I'm not keen to sharing my room with others. Go." The boy glanced about the room, not ignoring the comment, Seto could tell by his eyes, but scouring for a response. He didn't seem to be able to find one.

When he discovered that common plea wasn't enough to get the boy to leave, he rethought his approach. He stood from his chair and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" As he had expected the boy stood and started following him instantly.

"Nowhere that concerns you." He placed his hand on the doorknob and was nearly startled when the boy grabbed his hand off of it.

"Nowhere?" In nearly and instant the boy entwined his fingers with Seto's in a way that was oddly intimate, like lovers holding hands, not a middle school couple, but lovers. At that moment the door was pulled open to reveal two sets of eyes gazing down at their respective sons. One pair looked horribly confused and humored, the other was filled with nothing short of disgust and rage. The boy couldn't get his hand free fast enough.

He gazed up at his enraged father and began muttering small and insignificant words in a language that Seto didn't know and was silenced with one harsh command. Gozaboro, the more humored of the two laughed deeply extracting a glare from his business rival.

"I told you that you would find him here," Gozaboro Kaiba said with a grin. He then added something in German that further enraged the man and widened the eyes of his son with either terror or revulsion. Seto watched on half interested and half paralyzed as the man fisted his hand in his seemingly traumatized son's hair and utter two harsh commands whilst pulling him towards the doorway.

"Come…Now." The boy did so, passing one last saddened glance at the brunette he'd been tormenting.

Seto didn't see him again for two days, but he was sure that the family hadn't left. He'd seen his father wandering around talking with Gozaboro. Each time the man saw him he'd either mimic his son's awkward smirk, or he'd glare daggers. He believed it to be obvious that both fathers knew who the attacker was and who the victim was. Seto almost missed the strange boy's company.

"Where is he anyway?" Seto asked on the second night of the boy's sudden disappearance when the boy, whose name he finally discovered, was brought up in conversation.

"Siegfried? No one really knows. His father's probably trying to keep him away from you. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been flown home. Why?" The answer was lighthearted, until it reached the inquiry. He thought carefully before replying.

"I just wanted to find out if he was still close enough to attack me again." His stepfather snorted.

"That boy probably won't go near you again." He laughed at the end of his statement which filled Seto with a sense of unease. He knew better than to ask why. Whatever it was, he didn't want the same to be done to him.

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Go on to chapter two! The lemon is in chapter three .