Bunny slippers, which are currently sitting in their box, all nicely wrapped, with a big pink bow on top, next to a birthday cake with 18 candles (unlit), and a rapidly melting ice sculpture of a Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Because Seto's on the couch, of course. He isn't wearing any trousers. And Pegasus isn't either. And the only reason either of them is wearing any clothes at all is that really they were both in too much of a hurry to take them off. And Pegasus looks down at the brown-haired boy underneath him, and his smile is rather bemused.

Seto looks back up at him, and if you can't exactly call that look on his face a smile, at least you'd have to admit that he looks happy. "Why did I just do that," he says.

"Because it was nice?" Pegasus runs a finger down the curve of his cheekbone. "Because every now and then it's pleasant to do what your body wants for a change?"

Seto thinks for a moment. Then he shakes his head. "No, that wasn't it."

Pegasus smoothes his pretty brown hair back away from his lovely blue eyes. "Because you wanted to," he says. "Because you're Kaiba Seto, CEO of KaibaCorp, and goddamn it you can do as you please?"

"No." Seto shakes his head again. He furrows his brow, which is a pity, because it's an awfully cute brow, much too cute for wrinkles, and so naturally Pegasus runs his hand over, smoothing them all out again.

"We could do it again," he says, "that way you could make sure why it was."

Seto nods. And this time there's no doubt, he's definitely smiling. "That seems reasonable," he says, with something that sounds almost like a laugh. He puts his arms around Pegasus' neck. "I'm on top this time, though."

And so Seto's on top this time, and it's good. It's deliciously good, mind-bogglingly good. It's a shame about the Blue-Eyes sculpture, which is going to be smaller than a pet lizard by the time he gets to see it; that is, if there's any left at all. And it's a pity about the bunny slippers; their box is probably soaked by now, and pretty soon they will be also. But oh well, these things happen. You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs, and a glorious night like this is more than worth a few sacrifices.

Things are going well. They're going swimmingly, as a matter of fact, perfectly wonderfully. And they're going to keep on doing at this rate, straight on until morning at least. Unless Seto finds out about the guards outside the door, anyway, and realizes he didn't have as much choice about this as he thought he did.