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*Rated T for Teen (Unless Otherwise Noted) – Sexual Themes, Language

Author's Note – Yeah! Another little drabble! Joey feels as if Seto doesn't appreciate all the little things he does? What will Seto think of that?

Fend for Yourself Night (Rated T)

Seto was exhausted. He'd been up since four that morning because he had an emergency to attend to at work. Several meetings and a few disasters later, he was finally home. It was six in the evening, so he was just in time for dinner. And boy was he ready for one of his Puppy's delicious home-cooked meals. His mouth salivated at the thought.

Entering the mansion, he hung up his trench coat and placed his briefcase on the floor…and just stood there in confusion. No scrumptious aromas wafted from the kitchen, no sizzling sounds of something delectable could be heard, no clanking of pots and pans, something was wrong.

Concerned, Seto walked toward the kitchen and peeped inside. No one was there. It didn't even look as if anyone had cooked at all. The kitchen appeared spotless.

Leaving the kitchen, Seto called out for Joey. "Hey, Pup? Where are you?"

"Here," a voice snapped from the living room.

Taken aback by his Puppy's harsh tone, Seto slowly made his way to the living room. Curled up on the couch and covered in a thick blanket lay his Puppy, reading a magazine.

"Hey," Seto said timidly. Was it just him or did Joey look mad?

"Hey, yourself," Joey spat indignantly.

Okay, Joey didn't look mad. He was mad. But why?

"Are you…all right?" Seto questioned as he sat on the floor in front of his Puppy.

"What do you think?" Joey answered in the same tone as before.

Seto sighed. "Did I do something to upset you?"

"Ding ding! We have a winner! Wow, you really are a genius, aren't you?" Joey snarled sarcastically.

Seto cringed. What had he done to deserve this? "Um…this may be a strange question, but…what did I do exactly?"

"It's not what you did do; it's what you didn't do. Or rather, what you've never done."

What he'd never done? What was that supposed to mean? "And that would be—"

"You never compliment me on my cooking; you don't thank me for preparing dinner for you. I go out of my way to make sure you have a decent meal, and you just come in and eat without saying a word. Well, not anymore! It's fend for yourself night, mister, so you can go eat out of the damn trash for all I care!"

Joey put down his magazine and threw off his blanket. As he tried to get up from the couch, Seto pushed him back down.

"Wait," Seto said firmly. Joey crossed his arms and averted his eyes. "I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't know small things like that meant so much to you."

"It's not a small thing," Joey said quietly. "It means as much to me as 'I love you.' Do you understand that?"

Seto smiled warmly at him. "I think I do. Is it like how you wear blue because it's my favorite color and matches my eyes? Is it like how you wash your hair with strawberry shampoo because I love the smell? Is it like—"

"Yes," Joey interrupted. He was now blushing furiously. Had Seto really noticed all those little things? "It's exactly like that."

Seto inwardly smirked. He'd actually gotten his Puppy to admit that. But now he had something a little more important to settle. Resting his forehead against his Puppy's, he whispered, "I really am sorry about that, Puppy. It never occurred to me to say anything, and that's the truth. But I will from now on. And if you don't want to cook all the time, it's all right. I understand. There is one thing I'd like to say though."

"Oh, yeah? And what's that?"

"I almost love your cooking as much as I love you," Seto answered, nuzzling Joey's neck as he proceeded to give him a nice hickey.

Joey giggled. "You can sweet talk me all you want, but I'm still not making you dinner. Go fend for yourself; order take-out or something."

Then Seto said something that floored him to the spot.

"Don't worry. I'll make us something to eat," Seto replied, getting up and making his way toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, panic seized Joey. Seto…cook!? Like hell! He'd blow up the mansion in seconds.

"Seto! Seto wait!" exclaimed Joey as he hurried after his lover into the kitchen.

Author's Note – I'll have you know that Fend for Yourself Night is an actual thing that occurs amongst some families.

This is when the person who usually cooks the meals (typically the mother) doesn't feel like making dinner, so you get to make whatever it is you want to eat; therefore, you fend for yourself that night.

The following day, because the person who usually cooks the meals (typically the mother), sees what kinds of gross concoctions you've come up with, he/she resumes making dinner.

I say this because my little brother once took two waffles and added the following to make a sandwich: ham, nutella, cream cheese, American cheese, sprouts, and maple syrup.

He's also made chocolate tuna mac, meaning he made macaroni and cheese with tuna and chocolate syrup. I've often told my brother to write a cookbook for pregnant women because those concoctions sound like some sort of abnormal cravings they would have.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this drabble. And who knows, maybe you got some interesting recipe ideas from it. LOL!