Title: Don't You Go

Pairing: Puppyshipping

Rating: T

Word Count (Chapter 1): 793

Author's Notes: I tried not to make this note too long. Anyway, in this work I tried my hand at second-person, which I hope didn't turn out too horribly. I usually don't do it but for some reason, when I began writing this, my mind just went there. This is 3 parts, but all 3 are already written, I just need to finish editing, and I didn't want to post them all at once because I'm going to be starting some other things soon (chaptered fics! Wish me luck.) Anyway, for anyone who read my Jetpack drabble thing, I said in my author's note that I had something else in store that was more explicit Puppyshipping, so here it is! I hope you enjoy.

Kaiba's POV

Don't you go, and carry on with your life. It was a one-night-stand 'til I woke up next to you.

It's ridiculous to think about it, so you try not to. Really, to say that this series of events started with that damn blond jumping into the limo and refusing to get out, instead leading into another tirade of insults about how heartless and cruel you are, it doesn't even make sense. For some strange reason you can't pinpoint, you didn't take your driver up on the offer to forcefully remove the nuisance, instead telling him to drive home and that you'd find a suitable corner to drop off the stray. Somehow that was the point that led the blond to try and knock you off the seat and you're still not sure where the hell that turned into you pinning the mutt down on the floor of the car but then you were battling for dominance in a different way that you probably should have seen coming and when you got to the mansion, it seemed like a good idea to get upstairs and make the shorter boy submit in a way he never thought he would.

You tell him when you're done that it'll never happen again but you can't bring yourself to retort when the blond scoffs at you. You roll your eyes at the, "Whatever you say, moneybags," you hear come from the other boy and all you can tell your classmate is that you're going to work in the other room and he better be gone by the time Mokuba comes home from his friend's house.

Three hours later, when you're set to retire for the night after finishing some business calls and greeting your brother, the damn street-rat is still in your bed, snoring peacefully. You hold back the urge to simply push him off your sheets because god dammit, that's Egyptian cotton he's drooling on, blaming it on your own exhaustion. You tell yourself you can yell at the dimwit tomorrow for ignoring the order but for now, you just lock the door so Mokuba won't come in and see the awkward sight in the morning and head to bed yourself.

The next morning, neither of you bring up the fact that you woke up tangled together until you've successfully snuck him out of the mansion and you drop him off a few blocks from his house (because even your least expensive car would be screaming 'Rob me, I'm rich,' if you entered the other's neighborhood and neither of you need to voice it to each other that you don't want that much attention) and you remind the blond to never speak of the previous night and that it's never happening again.

Of course, knowing him the way you do, you really should have known better than to try and control the situation because suddenly he's smirking as he opens the door and spitting out, "As though I'd wanted it to anyway," and as he shuts the door, you're filled with a determination to make him want it to happen again because you know what a rare sight it is to see him speechless or practically begging but the fact that he'd just got the last word on this is what pisses you off the most. Therefore, you will not let that be the last word and you will get the mutt to admit he wants it to happen again.

The opportunity comes at Mokuba's Christmas party and you're tipsy enough off wine to think it's a good idea to start another fight in your own house that leads the blond away from his friends and gets him backed into a wall. You smirk because his eyes might be defiant but you know he's not as angry as he's trying to be because you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

You're sure it wasn't you who started the kiss this time but then when you pull away, doubt seeps into your mind because the damn idiot is smirking himself and his eyebrow is raised. When he cockily whispers out, "I thought it wasn't supposed to happen again, Kaiba?" you want to insist it's not and this was just a way to get him to admit he wants it, but instead you growl and you're shoving him into the nearest guest room and telling him to just shut up for once but he listens and his mouth ends up doing much more productive things anyway. You tell him nothing's going to change between you two and you tell yourself that a two-night-stand is perfectly acceptable as long as it ends here and no one hears about it, but the devil on your shoulder conjures up thoughts of messy blond hair and heavy lidded brown eyes when you're alone and you pretend you're not totally screwed.

Don't you go, saying all your goodbyes. I want a one-night-stand, just one more time with you. So give me one more night with you.

Author's Notes: Here's something you should all know about me: I hate endings of shows. I hate finishing a series, despite the feeling of accomplishment or relief or whatever. So, I'm currently in denial that all I have left to watch of the original YGO dub is the Final Duel so I haven't even begun to watch it and instead, I'm here. Writing. Trying to develop my actual chaptered fics I'll be hopefully starting soon (3 ideas so far, and one of them is also Puppyshipping. Another one may be more of a series of one-shots revolving around different ships, I'm not sure yet.) Anyway, I was listening to this song again recently and thought the lyrics could form into a fic well and here we are. The next part is Jou's POV but I'll be ending it off in Kaiba's again. Thank you for reading!