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Paper Cuts
"Ah."
Both boys immediately looked down to Joey's finger which Seto had carelessly yet obliviously cut with a stack of paper, apprehension in the air. They were still, and for the duration of several long seconds there was nothing. But crimson soon reared its shimmering head, spilling like a small drizzle of rain off a duck's back, immediately falling to stain on the expensive oak of the kitchen table.
Joey frowned, a little bit late on the happening, "I'm bleedin'. Wha' the hell, Moneybags?" A pair of irked chocolate brown eyes flicked up to the taller's face in the accusation. He was holding his 'injured' hand as though it were a rare treasure.
"It was obviously an accident. Why would I intend to make you bleed all over my expensive table? All it will do is stain, and then when I have people over for dinner," Seto stated to his lover matter-of factly, "They'll certainly think me a murderer." And with the last word, he rapped the stack of important papers on the table, careful to avoid the red body fluid.
In a quick second, Joey's wounded finger was mere centimeters from Seto's nose in a loud affirmation, "'Cause yer actually an evil sadist bent on inflicting pain on anyone in yer path!" Joey's pride felt a ruffle of growth, he knew he was right.
Seto stared at the finger with a sudden bewilderment and couldn't keep himself from batting his eyelashes in instinct. But his composure was quick to recover and he only slid the bloody finger to the side with his own clean one, "Is that what you've been contemplating so hard on all this time, Wheeler? Its sad to see that you're brain only has the ability to state such meaningless things. I expected," His eyes flashed dangerously while he gripped the stack tighter, "Something a bit more interesting."
Being shot down wasn't a completely irregular thing for Joey to experience in Seto's presence. But it still seemed to flair his temper adequately every single time. In a fury, his eyes scanned the kitchen wildly for something he could use, anything he could use as a weapon. His fingers gripped the hilt of a spatula that had been used earlier that day for breakfast. If anything, he advanced with a blazing confidence, he could spank Seto for being such an ass.
His hand whipped back without hesitance but a sense of mild fresh shock rang through his entire being when his wrist met skin. It then all happened in a blur and his lower back met the edge of the table with a bang.
"You're a naughty kid, Joey." Seto's engrossing, husky voice vibrated through the silent air. Even with his back aching in newly acquired pain, he still felt a shiver down his body at his lover's tone.
He peeked through his eyelids just barely, noticing immediately an inimical glimmer in Seto's blue eyes. His wrist was bound in Seto's large fingers above his hand, where the spatula was still.
He felt warm breath on his neck, "Sometimes," He heard Seto murmur as his eyes had immediately squeezed closed at the eyes of the taller male, "I think you rile me up because you want punishment." A hand abruptly forced Joey to hand over the spatula, even though he was unwilling.
"But don't worry," Seto let a horrific smirk stretch perfectly on his lips, a scary yet somewhat appealing look, "This set of spankings is all in congratulations for figuring me out."
Joey let out a clamor of protests but was flipped over the table relatively easily and then forced forward onto his stomach. His hips knocked into the wooden surface, his face mere inches from his dried blood.
"Try not to cry too loudly, Mokuba's upstairs. But by all means, don't restrain yourself."
Luckily, the child in his room was well aware of Seto's fondness of Joey and his kinky objectives and position himself as far from paying attention to the commotion downstairs as possible.