Winning and Losing
Joey wasn't normally a bitter person—with his friends, it was safer not to be—but he found himself growing angry and frustrated (and thus, bitter) every time Seto walked away from each of their arguments the smug winner. He wanted to win. He wanted to have the last word. But he couldn't think as fast for a verbal retort as Seto could and he knew it.
Seto had been undermining and insulting for half of his life, using his words and wit to insult and hurt. Joey had done the same thing—except with his fists, not his face. While Seto cowed his underlings with angry voice, he'd been cowing other gangsters with his fighting skills.
So he knew he could never win a verbal fight. But he knew that punching Seto in the face would never give him the same satisfaction. He wanted to leave the CEO just as speechless as he'd felt after some of their arguments, as stunned as he'd been.
He just hadn't known how, until the brunet offered him an idea.
Seto smirked. "Why don't you do something useful with your mouth, mutt? Like… shutting it?"
Joey opened his mouth to begin a retort, then paused thoughtfully. After a moment, he closed his mouth again and smirked, then leaned forward to give him a quick but firm kiss.
The brunet blinked, jaw dropping slightly as the younger boy's lips left his with a smack. …Why was he not disgusted? Why did he want the blond to repeat the action?!
The younger boy's bright smile faded into a sly smirk. "…I win." This only served to flabbergast the CEO further, if anything. Joey offered him a small, happy wave before rushing into the arcade.
Seto blinked in confusion. What had just happened? Had the blond really just kissed him? And then ran away?
…
Well, now he was prepared. If Joey ever tried to use that particular action to win again, he would use it against him, deepening the kiss and maybe adding in a small grope. Just so Joey wouldn't win the argument, of course.
Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it.