Title: First to Last
Pairing: Seto/Jou, future mpreg with a light serving of Bakura/Ryou and implied Yami/Yugi.
Summary: Drabbles that chronicle the life and journey to love of one CEO and his mutt.
Warnings: Angst, Violence, language, sexual and adult situations (maybe some actual sex?) and future mpreg.
A/N: So, this is hugely, HUGELY inspired by the amazing Seto/Jou works of Reizbar-Ookami and Willowsnake. Those two write amazing fics that I love to pieces. Keep in mind, even though the flow will be interrupted with drabbles featuring other couples, and it will seem a little disjointed until the stories of Seto and Joey really collide; they all correlate and are in ( some sort of ) order. As always, reviews are very much appreciated. Pretty angsty in the beginning, but there will be some humorous bits.
Push, Pull, Tug
He smells like lavender.
Seto doesn't notice this because he wants to-it's by complete accident. During one of their numerous scuffles, he manages to get the shorter male into a chokehold (and would have kept him there if the infamous Geek Squad hadn't come to his rescue) and the scent rises from the struggling boy's body. It's sweet, yet not overbearing. Light, like spring and air. He breathes in deep, tells himself he's only doing it to feed his oxygen-deprived muscles so he can get a firmer hold on the struggling the mutt.
Joey pushes back, tries to get some leverage and Seto pulls and pulls, squeezing the life out of him until-
Bakura untangles his arms from the blonds slender neck and Yami tugs him off the nearly unresponsive body. Joey drops to his knees, coughing and sputtering and glaring all the while like the defiant son of a bitch he is. He's probably used to near death experiences; almost being murdered in the middle of the school hallway right before homeroom is probably 'just another day in the life of Joey.'
He doesn't even remember why they fight anymore. He's not sure why the blonds insistent vitriol sends him over that fine edge between casual assault and attempted murder but it always does. Joey has honed his recalcitrance to a goddamned art form and that pisses Seto off like nothing else. The blond is the paradigm of failure; broken home, poor grades, borderline poverty, and yet he didn't seem at all phased by it. As if his failures didn't define him-as if he expected to rise above it all.
"You two have got to stop this!" Tea shouted, tears in her sapphire eyes. "It's gone too far! At this rate you're going to kill each other!"
Adjusting the collar and cuffs of his uniform, he snorted, glaring at the girl. "Maybe that's the point."
"Fuck you, moneybags," Joey manages to wheeze out.
Picking his briefcase up off the floor, he turns on a heel and heads for the nearest exit. He has better things to do than stand there and argue with the third rate dog and his cheerleaders. He has a company to run, a brother to raise, homework to do and-
Most importantly, he's got to get that damned smell off his clothing.