Seto had grown used to Joey's oddness-he really, truly had.

Joey…was strange. He was happy most of the time, and when he wasn't, he let you know it. He was too loud and too different for most people's tastes, but hell, Seto wasn't most people.

Not by a long shot.

So he really didn't think much of walking in to find Joey with headphones crammed in, singing loudly as he swept the kitchen-something told Seto he'd spilled the flour again, because he always felt bad letting the maids pick it up when he had.

What he did think 'much of' was that he recognized the song. He'd heard it on the radio in the car, shaken his head a bit once he understood what it was about (so four or five lines in), and had changed the station.

Joey was not singing it correctly.

"Oh baby I'm younger but that's okay. What's give or take three months anyway? I'll bet you pa's cigarettes you won't regret my time."

The blonde swayed as he swept, hips tipping this way and that as he carefully gathered the white dust into a pan, opening his eyes for a second to double check he was getting it all."I want to be with a guy like you: so complicated, so out of tune! I'll take out your stress, let's mess with everybody's mind…"

He'd taken out the suggestive parts-the only parts, of course, that Seto had heard. Maybe he just liked the tune or the chorus-"I gotta tell you: Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right... Want you to rock me all night. Baby, baby, if it's all right... Want you to rock me all night. All night, yeah, rock me all night~"

…There went that theory. And when amber eyes flashed up to meet his own, he realized that when Joey had opened his eyes to make sure he hadn't spread the flour more, he'd seen him.

That tease!He lunged for the other and the blond sniggered and dodged before continuing to sing.

"I want to play Xbox on your floor, say hi to your brother on the next floor. I don't have a dime, but you don't mind. Who gives a damn? Your record collection don't exist. You don't even know who Daft Punk is! You're potential with-"

Joey let out a very unmanly squeak as Seto snatched him up, making him drop the broom. "Why do you do this, knowing I'm standing here and will not hesitate to molest you?" "It's funny watching you react!" Joey stuck his tongue out at the other and it was on, the two of them wrestling around in the kitchen.

They ended up on the floor, clothes getting coated in the flour as Seto tried to kiss Joey-or kill, neither knew which-and Joey tried to get away, laughing all the while. When finally, they came to a still, the blond sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. Though their clothes were covered with flour and their hair was messy, it was peaceful now that they were both out of breath.

"…you have to stop doing that to me if you don't expect me to take advantage of you."

"Aww, why? We end up like this most times. I like this."

"Then tell me you want to snuggle, don't seduce me and give me nothing."

"I never said you were getting nothing. You're the one who decided that."

Seto stared at his puppy for a minute and locked his arms around him, sitting up and continuing on to stand, tossing his armful over his shoulder and heading for the stairs. "Oh, puppy, you're going to be sorry you said that…"

And Joey grinned. Mission accomplished.

This is total crap I don't even. This happened because I was listening and singing along to Liz Phair while bathing. Love when that happens. Makes for totally crappy plots.

Anyway, enjoy if you can. Yes, our dearest Joseph Wheeler changed the lyrics. Because he is Joey. If you guys don't like it, well, take it up with him, not me. I'm just taking orders.

Thanks, guys.

~Mel