Prompt 22: Blanket
Rating: G

Summary: Seto comes home to a blanket fort. What else is there to say?

NOTES: Super short chapter but I'm battling a headache and work stress but this idea was too cute to pass up. AU world where Seto and Atem are both married, 35, and act like children.

"Tadaima!"

Seto closed the front door to the mansion and chucked his keys into the bowl sitting atop the side table. His trench coat came off and he hung it up, toed out of his loafers, and walked deeper into the house, untucking his work shirt.

"Babe?" He called out, slowly undoing his tie. It was a little later in the evening, around seven-thirty due to a meeting running over, but Atem should have been home by now. It was still weird coming home without hearing his little brother greeting him at the door but then again, Mokuba was married and living with his wife and son. Still, he had hoped to at least be greeted by his husband.

Seto frowned and called a little louder. "Atem?"

"Living room, Baby!" The CEO smiled and followed his lover's voice, blinking at the sight.

"... 'Tem, what the hell is all this?"

Atem grinned and took a step back from his project, holding his arms out towards it as it was a presentation. "Do you like it?! Doesn't it look cozy?"

"What the…" Seto made a face and finally got a good look at Atem's masterpiece. There were blankets, dozens of blankets, tossed all around the room. Okay, maybe not all around but they were constructed in the center, draped over the kitchen chairs, stools, and somehow attached to the entertainment center so the back covered the large TV. He walked to the opening and peered inside. How in the hell did Atem get white, Christmas lights to hang on the "roof" of this?! On top of that, he also had their kotatsu out, more blankets and pillows on the floor in a little nest, and what appeared to be their favorite take out and a bottle of wine waiting for them.

A thought crossed his mind and Seto stood up quickly with a frown. "I didn't forget a special date or anything did I?" He asked, worriedly.

Atem chuckled and shook his head. "No, Baby, you didn't. I just thought this could be fun! I saw it on some program that kids used to do stuff like this."

"A blanket fort."

"Yes."

"For kids."

Atem winked. "With an adult twist," he said. "I ordered our favorite food, got us some snacks, and figured we could play some games and you know… do adult things."

Seto blinked and held back a laugh. Despite the fact Atem was thirty-five, a model, and a bonifide sex symbol, sometimes he acted like a complete child. He peeked into the fort one more time and shrugged.

"I suppose… you did put quite a bit of effort into this," he said slowly, watching Atem bounce from the corner of his eye. "And this could be a good research opportunity."

"So you'll indulge me?" Atem asked excitedly and Seto chuckled, walking over to kiss his husband.

"Let me change and then we can crawl into your little blanket cave," He said and tapped Atem on the rump before heading upstairs. On his way out, he could hear the shorter male humming to himself, something he only did when he was truly happy.

Perhaps having dinner in a blanket fort could be fun.