Author's Note: So, this is sad, but I'm going to flatter myself. I'm updating again! Yay! Yaaaay! Anyway, this doesn't take place on Valentine's Day, it's just an idea I couldn't really incorporate into the story (it just didn't seem to have a place in the time line), so I finally wrote it for this.

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Fair Play:

Belated Valentine's Special the Second

It was Saturday morning, the sun was well past risen, and as had been happening more and more often, Seto was still in bed with no intention to get up anytime soon, or go into Kaiba Corp at all today.

He would get up in an hour or so, have a late breakfast with Mokuba, then probably follow him to the DCPA.

But that was for later. Right now he was floating in that wonderful place between sleep and awake. He made a small content noise into the sheets and closed his eyes.

As he was, by his standards, indulging as is, he let his mind wander to the realm of bittersweet fantasy.

He imagines a weight next to him in bed, the warmth of a sleeping form. He reached a hand out, but pulled back suddenly, convincing himself that it was because he didn't want to wake his imaginary lover.

In his mind, the body next to him shifted and made a discontented noise at waking.

Keeping his eyes closed, he imagined opening them to see sleep tousled blonde hair and glazed brown eyes threatening to close again in sleep. They did, and left the other boy smiling at having seen his lover.

Seto would pull him close and kiss his forehead, taking in his scent. Had he not come to terms with it before, this intense pleasure at just the thought of holding the other man would have convinced him of his homosexuality.

At having been moved and touched, his lover would stir in his arms, waking to find a warm hand caressing his back.

He would raise his head and blink sleepily, before burying his head in the crook of Seto's neck with a contented sigh. "Love you, Set."

It was now that bliss became painful.

The other would never say his name liked that or be held so tight, naked in his arms.

Seto's throat tightened and now fully awake, he threw back the blankets, exposing himself to both reality and the cool air. Desperate to forget the dream, he made for the shower and shuddered as the hot water hit his hypersensitive skin.

He would see the other boy later, and while the eyes would not contain the hate they once did, they would also lack the lover they held in his dreams.

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