Author's Note: I think frosted wheaties either need to be smaller in size or have less wheatie in them.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or any of the characters in this fanfiction.

Mastermind

Joey stared into the sink, concentrating on the dishes he was supposed to wash. He didn't normally do any type of cleaning whatsoever, and being the messy kind of guy he was, he didn't see the need. Especially since Seto had maids around the house. But a deal was a deal.

Joey had argued that he could definitely get the girl at the movie theater to buy him a free drink, and the bet had been thrown down onto the table. So not only did Joey lose most of his pride and dignity as a man, but he was also forced into doing chores that people were actually getting paid to do at the Kaiba household.

"Its not your fault," Seto said casually from behind a book and a pair of reading glasses a few steps over at the table. He had quietly and instantly sat down in the kitchen the moment Joey had started the dishes. He insisted it was to make sure the blonde was cleaning them right.

As if YOU'VE ever done de dishes, Joey glanced back to the reading brunette over his apron clad shoulder. Seto's crisp, light blue, collared shirt (which Seto called 'casual wear') had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. It was his attire for the earlier movie along with a regular, light blue pair of jeans. Joey had argued that shirts with collars were definitely not casual because Joey knew casual dress but Seto snorted, called out the fact that he would never wear a t-shirt on an outing and that was that. The memory of the girl giggling in his face and then flat-out rejecting him returned sharply and Joey turned his attention back to scrubbing with a frown.

"She was just out of your league," Seto finished his thought while cutting through the silence with the blunt statement, turning the page while keeping a completely straight and emotionless face.

"Shut up, Seto," Joey gripped the sponge tighter in his yellow gloved hands, "I don' need ta hear dat from the likes of ya." He grunted out, feeling his brows knit tighter with a scowl of annoyance and faint embarrassment. So maybe she was tough game, but SETO picked her outta the crowd and I was sure she din't have no boyfrien'. She was there wit' her friends.

Seto closed the book, smirking down at the table while his nimble fingers removed his reading glasses. I guess I forgot to inform Wheeler that the girl was indeed there with a date. A lesbian date. Oh well. His shoulders shrugged slightly with the thought, and he leaned against the counter across from where Joey was standing. It was far more entertaining to watch the blonde struggle with the rejection. Maybe he'd tell him, if it was beneficial.

"Do you remember that one time Marik brainwashed you?" A fox like grin found the brunette's lips, his eyes narrowing on the sharp shoulder blades of his lover. He watched as Joey stiffened then continued washing.

"I don' remember it, I was brainwashed, but yeah, I know whatcha talkin' about. Why're you bringin' that up?"

"How boring of that man," Seto rested his chin on the palm of his hand, closing his eyes for a moment to recall the memory, "To force you to duel Yugi. If I can't beat Yugi then there's no way you could beat him, no matter how many special cards he let you use. Don't you think he should have done something more..interesting? If it had been me with that power.." Seto trailed off, waiting for his puppy to follow the trail of poisoned dog treats.

For good reasons, Joey was hesitant about the direction of the conversation. But, he was also a curious boy and was forced to ask, "What would a guy like you do with tha' kinda power?" The rack of clean dishes was growing, but its speed had been decreased dramatically due to distraction.

"I would have forced you to say something cute. Such as, "Treat me gently, I'm delicate." Isn't that a much better thing to do to a person with no free will?"

Joey felt a strong frown pull down at his lips, sadistic bastard. He slammed the sponge onto another dish, grumbling, "Don' be stupid."

They shared a minute of silence then Seto agreed, "...You're right," Which led Joey to almost be shocked enough to turn around like a puppy who had been praised for the first time ever, then Seto added, "I'd have made you my sex slave."

"...!" Joey was almost too furious to even get a word out between his clenched teeth and all the while his grip on the plate tightened and tightened. Whipping around, he hurled the plate at Seto's face, "THA'S NOT ANY BETTER!"

Seto moved several inches to the right, only by a lean, and the plate zipped past him, shattering loudly against the wall. "Wheeler, I hoped that you had learned when you're little that throwing tantrums is only a way to get punished."

Clattering back against the counter, Joey waved his hand out in front of himself to disperse the thought, "Er, no! No, I din't mean ta!" He argued anxiously, his eyes widening in fear as the other male walked around the counter like a panther would stalk his prey.

"Looks like I'll be getting my wish without the need of brainwashing you," Seto towered over his puppy who slid closer the ground, holding up his hands in defeat as though to say, 'Spare me, don't eat me alive.' But there was no way in all of hell that Seto was just going to let this perfectly crafted moment, of HIS, to just go to waste.

Flinging the scrawny blonde over his shoulder, Seto made out his way towards the bedroom. Then he paused, a thought washing over him. I don't think I could be any smarter. "By the way, Wheeler, that girl we picked out for your dare, well, she was a lesbian. You see, nobody said I ever had to play fair."

Using all of his limbs, Joey kicked and punched and pounded, shouting out, "YOU MONSTER! Who needs ya! Go ta hell!" The grip around his back tightened to ensure that the blonde didn't fall but he continued to travel towards the bedroom.

"Another tantrum, Wheeler? More punishment."

At that moment, Joey had decided to stop competing with the mastermind and to never allow this kind of trickery to ever befall him again. Till tomorrow.