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Hard hands held my hips firmly, my back against the back wall of a supply closet. My legs wrapped tight around the waist of the lithe brunet. "Fuck!" I hissed, feeling release clench my body tight around his. A hard grunt left him as he neared his own. With a sudden blast of light the door to the closet opened and I felt my heart stop. A deep, angry growl of anger left the brunet and I saw a bloom of fury in those once lusty hues as his head snapped to look. The dark and almost manic laughter of Marik filled the small closet and I felt any remaining fire within me wilt. "Well, what do we have here?" "Fuck off Marik." Snapped Kaiba. "I think you've got that quite covered." Mocked the dark-skinned man with a perverted grin. "But with who?" Using my lover's shoulders to balance, I regained my feet. I expected Kaiba to move, to start to right his sagging pants and wrinkled shirt, but he stayed right where he was, arms moving to the shelves on either side of us, using his large form still covered by his long white coat to block me from view. "Get dressed." He said to me, and I didn't have to be told twice. Yanking on my jeans and tugging down my shirt and bra. Not bothering socks, I tucked them in and grabbed my sneakers. It was only then did the brunet release the shelves to buckle his pants. "So it's the Wheeler want-to-be. Hello little sparrow." He crooned at me as I moved to exit the closet. "Fuck off you freak." I growled, shying away from the hand he moved toward my chin. "That's not nice." He tilted a finger at me in scolding. "Why don't I show you what a real man can do..." I knocked the finger away. "If I wanted to play with a tazer I'd get arrested. Do everyone a favor and go drink battery acid." He didn't seem deterred, in fact that grin seemed to grow. "I will enjoy breaking you." I took a step back, and he pulled a golden scepter from his belt. In the blink of an eye a hand wrapped around the end and the fierce cold eyes of my lover was staring down the unstable man. "That's enough." The staff in their hands seemed to glow before Marik cried out, that grin gone and in it's place a grimace of pain as he dropped the object. Kicking it away, Kaiba glared at the man before he turned, motioning me to follow.
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"Comfortable?" My eyes flicked open and I chuckled at the sight of the blue eyed man, leaning against the counter. Looks like he showered after Gabe, because he wore a pair of sweats and a simple plain black t-shirt. "I am, actually, thank you." I said from my neck deep position in the warm water, my feet hanging out the other end. "I was starting to wonder if you drowned." "No, just moving in. I take my meals at 8, noon, and 6." I hummed and stretched. "I was thinking about Battle City actually." His brow rose. "Do tell." I sat up in the tub and went to pull the drain. "This time it was the time we got busted by that creep Marik. In the supply closet." I stood and looked up to see a deep blue robe held out, the cloth spread in a clear show of forced modesty. "Yea, like that." I chuckled and slid into it, stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat. "You think about it a lot?" "Battle City?" "Yes." "I have lately." I said, looking in the mirror and opening the drawer beside one of the sinks. "What do you need?" "Brush?" He slid open the one nearest to his hip and pulled one out. "Thanks." I started on my mass of thick hair. "Started when we came for the wedding." "Understandable I suppose." His arms were resting comfortably crossed against his chest, but his head was turned to look at me, more then once those eyes running down my form before he'd seem to catch himself and look back towards my face. "Kinda funny really." I said with a chuckle, finishing one side and moving to the other, working my way up from the bottom. "What is?" "We didn't do much but find new ways to screw one another, but... I liked you. Like, a lot." I scoffed into the mirror and laughed a bit. "Lord knows why, you'd almost think you hated me the way we talked." "You weren't such a saint yourself." He replied, tone just a bit defensive. "Oh I know!" I worked on a knot for a few minutes before finally smoothing it out. "I was loud and rude," "Obnoxious." He offered. "And you were cold, and insulting." I set the brush down on the counter and looked up at him. "With a mouth like a New York Sailor." He threw in. "Your mouth wasn't that bad." I said cutely. "No, I was talking about you." He clarified, smirking. "Trying to teach that oaf Wheeler manners." "I tried to teach you manners too if I recall." I took a step in, and closed the gap between us. "My favorite game was figuring out just how to push your buttons." I pressed a finger to his chest. "You were such a dick." "I liked watching you try and be intimidating when you're 5'6." My eyes narrowed. "You prick." "Skank." It was me who started the kiss this time, hands roving over his solid chest as I pressed us flush. His fingers buried in my damp hair, his body stirring against my hip. Want didn't seem accurate, didn't seem enough. I did though, I wanted him so bad it almost hurt. I remembered how he felt inside me, and I wanted it again. I brushed his length through the cotton pants and he hissed, parting from my lips. "Wait, wait. Stop." He murmured, hands going to my shoulders and pressing me back a step, breaking contact and the lusty spell over us both. "We said we had to wait." I took a seep sigh. "We did." "We need too." "I know." I whined, my hands through my hair and moving to sit on the counter beside him. We were quiet for a long few minutes before he sighed, his excitement fading as he regained control of his baser instincts. "Gabe's been asking me questions." He said quietly. "Me too." I replied, waving my bare feet a bit. "Think he's trying to play a bit of match maker." "Why would he do that?" Asked the man, taking up a position similar to my own, only with his long legs his toes still grazed the floor. "Wouldn't you?" I looked over and gave a sad smile. "Gabe's a smart kid, but he still wants what everyone else has." He looked confused. "A normal family. A mom, a dad." "He has it though." I shrugged. "We were alone a long time... I didn't really date until he was old enough to understand." "Why?" "Because I wanted what was best for him... I wanted to protect him. I still do." I couldn't look in those deep eyes right now, so I looked away. "I goofed really hard with Ray... I wanted to give Gabe a positive father figure so bad I rushed through things. I can't do that to him again." I sighed. "The point is, he's never had normal. It's not his fault for wanting it." "So what can we do?" "Wait?" We both gave a clear look of distaste and I chuckled. "I want to get this stuff with Ray wrapped up... by then maybe... we can think about it?" He nodded. "Reasonable." We sat quiet a minute before I looked at the soft robe I was wearing. "Is this yours?" "Yea... why?" "I can't find the monogram. Aren't you rich guys supposed to monogram everything so us common folk know you own it?" I looked at the end of both sleeves, and on the chest. "Ah! Found it!" I looked over my shoulder and grinned as I saw his initials in silver thread across the shoulders.
"Jesus what took you?" Asked the boy as we stepped out, me dressed in fresh yoga pants and a soft t-shirt. "We got caught up up making out, lost track of time." I said dryly as I grabbed a slice of pizza, drawing a dirty look from the boy's father. I just smirked and went to flop on the couch beside the boy. "No you weren't." Said the boy accusingly. "Why? Were you there?" "If you were you wouldn't tell me. You would give me some stupid excuse that you were reminiscing or dumb thing." I looked over at Kaiba with a smug smile, hiding it with a bite. "So what were you doing?" "Talking about your birthday." I lied as I swallowed my bite. "Oh yea? What did you come up with?" "Strippers. You're too old for clowns and your Dad said he'd cover it." Kaiba snorted and rounded the couch, dropping a paper plate in my lap as he passed, his own in hand. I dropped the pizza to it with a look that said it was clearly just to please him.