Give It Up…You're All I'll Ever Need

Chapter Two- Death by Puddleation and Clueless Ukes

Yuugi stared at Seto, completely confused as well- the exact opposite of Mokuba's star-struck smile. Falling to his knees Mokuba held Yuugi's hand between his and whispered, "Oh, wonderful conspirator of inspiration," He wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye, "I welcome you into my humble abode."

"Who's humble abode?" Seto snapped, annoyed and mildly embarrassed. Yuugi looked up, "What 'humble' abode?" He yelped, "It's a freaking mansion!" The billionaire stared at the high-school boy, wondering how small his house was.

"It only has three floors," Seto assured him, "so you should be comfortable. It's nothing like real house, that has-"

"Stop!" Yuugi yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at the older Kaiba, "Stop flaunting your wealth at me!"

Seto sighed wearily and gave up on comforting the overemotional teen, "I know we've already established this but-"

"I know!" Yuugi interrupted, covering his ears, "You're rich, filthy rich!"

"No Yuugi…" Seto sighed again, "I was going to say,-"

"You don't have time for the poor like me! It's fine, I'll be rich too! Just give me half of all your money an-"

Seto interrupted angrily, "No! Would you listen for on damned second, you money-grubbing filthy, stinking, prepubescent boy, before I push you from the third floor window!"

Silence crushed down on all three of us as Seto slowly regained mhis calm. With a calming breathe he walked over to the living room couch, motioning for Yuugi to follow before he began.

"I'm the author Seto Kaiba," he said slowly, "I look up to the 'mystery' author, Mr. Mutou and will be allowed to write with him if I finish An Orphan's Dream- the story I put on hiatus; however, I couldn't find the inspiration needed to write until so I went searching and found you, Yuugi. Now, I'm going to finish said series, if you'd be so kind as to continue providing inspiration."

Yuugi was silent; he seemed to be deep in thought, still bitter from his fake hysteria Seto couldn't help but send a snarky comment his way, "Don't let your brain wander too far now, it's far too small to be out on its own."

His head snapped up, "Are you always this stupid," he snapped venomously, "Or are you making a special effort today? Don't insult people you're asking for favors!"

He looked at Seto for a moment, "I'll come back tomorrow, and then we'll start on your book. Bye Mokuba."

With that, Yuugi turned and began to walk away, moving past the shocked author and heading towards the door.

Oh hell no.

Seto pinned him against the wall, growling into Yuugi's ears lowly, "It's almost cute how you think you're leaving this house," Yuugi shivered, "Now, what you meant to
stay was: "Oh, wow, Seto Kaiba-san! This is an honor! I'll stay here until your story's done! Right Yuugi?"

Satisfied with the boy's unintelligible squeak, Seto stepped back and let Yuugi slid down the wall and crumble into a sloppy puddle of joints. Kaiba stared at the blushing boy, amusement gleaming in his eyes, this was way too easy. Mokuba had left the room the moment they'd had begun their mini-dozens game.

Yuugi's face suddenly appeared in front of Seto, flustered the boy hissed "You're that author that writes those boys love books!" he exclaimed, horrified.

"And?" Seto replied, peeling Yuugi off him and flinging the boy while idly inspecting his nails.

"Like hell I'm staying here over night! Besides, I'm sixteen, I still have school!" The source of inspiration yelled.

"Mokuba!" Kaiba barked, knowing his little brother may have left the room but was undoubtedly listening close by. Mokuba seemed to harbor an odd attraction to Seto's books- not that Seto, the author himself, could say anything.

"On it, Bro!" The house speaker system replied, after a few seconds his voice sounded again, "All entrances are locked."

Yuugi stared at me in utter disbelief, "You pervert!" He accused.

Seto put one finger to Yuugi's lips, silencing him with a seductive purr, "If I was a pervert you'd be locked in my bedroom, and I'd be the only one who had the key."

With purposeful look Seto began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "Or is that what you'd prefer?" Somewhere above the pair a door slammed as Mokuba ran to the bathroom to attend the perilous nosebleeds eavesdropping incurred.

Kaiba left the blushing pile of bones named Yuugi near the door as he walked upstairs chuckling, no longer worried about the boy leaving. As if he had any sexual thought about some sixteen year-old who had yet to have a growth-spurt. he didn't really need to reduce Yuugi to a pile of mush; it was just the easiest way of quieting him.

Seto sighed as he felt Yuugi's petite hands tug at his arm, "What if," he began, blushing, before he stopped and seemed unable to continue. Seto resisted the urge to simply 'seduce' the words from him and waited patiently to see if Yuugi had the guts. He stuttered incoherently for a while until Seto grew tired of waiting, "What if..?" Kaiba repeated huskily. Yuugi's breath came out uneven for a moment, "Yuugi…?" Kaiba asked impatiently.

"What if I wanted… if I'd prefer one room more than the whole house?"

Kaiba was lucky he'd only climbed two steps because he fell right back down them. That wasn't what he was expecting. What he was expecting was some stupid attempt at seduction to get Seto to allow him to leave. Yuugi practically telling Seto he wanted to be locked in his bedroom like some kind of sex slave? Nope, Kaiba hadn't expected that one at all.

Seto calmed himself, Yuugi probably wanted a guest room. Standing up Kaiba smiled at Yuugi and slid his hand behind Yuugi's neck pulling the boy to his chest, "Which room, Yuuuuugii?" he asked, dragging out his name in a feral purr.

"Yours." Yuugi stated boldly.

A door slammed once more as Mokuba ran to apply more tissue to the horrible head wound his brother had called inspiration. Seto stared down at Yuugi; almost certain he'd heard wrong.

"Be careful what you wish for, Yuugi. I walk down an extremely CROOKED road, with very CROOKED standards, and very CROOKED loves."

"I dunno, Kaiba," He said, extracting his neck from Seto's hand, "The road looks pretty STRAIGHT to me. Lots of STRAIGHT people, with STRAIGHT hobbies."

"Look kid, I'm about as straight as a banana, you know that yellow fruit that CURVES?" Kaiba snapped. A little explosive laughter from upstairs told him Mokuba was still eavesdropping, "Ah, that reminds me." He said smoothly, "You had a request, no?"

Seto picked Yuugi up bridal style and began to carry him to his room.

"Wait," Yuugi protested, "I'm heavy, I can walk!"

"There are heavier humans alive." Seto stated dryly.

"Like who?" Yuugi demanded.

"Well," Seto began as he walked up the steps, "I once met a nice man who told me, his wife was so fat, when he carried her over the threshold on their marriage
days…"

"What!" Yuugi demanded, weight long forgotten.

"…He had to make two trips."

The boy exploded into laughter until Seto opened my room door and flung him onto the bed. The billionaire removed his converses, and threw his shades onto his desk. He gave his clock a quick glance before confirming it was past eight 'o' clock.

"Go to sleep Yuugi, I won't touch you." Raising his voice he called up, "You too Mokuba, Tomorrow's an all-day writing day for me, and you've school."

Seto prepared to sleep in one of the various guest rooms, but Yuugi pulled him down onto his bed, "Goodnight Kaiba." The high-scholar whispered, refusing to let Seto go. For a clueless uke, he played his part well.


I'm hoping to post all six chapters today but if I don't- expect them soon. I love you guys!

-The Monster that is and will always be Tanks