Published:
20th May 2003
Pairings: Seto x Joey
Disclaimers: Yu-Gi-Oh is mine.. I mean.. whoops... o.O;; No it isn't!
Archive? What? Are you totally serious? Sure! Just tell me first, and
go to the mental hospital to make sure that you're sane still! ^^
Summary: Your usual Seto x Joey fanfic, with my own twist- 'cause I can't
bear the overused general stuff. ^_^;; (If you wanna ignore my random rambling,
just scroll down to the chapter title, that's where the story begins)
Other notes: Hmm. I kept delaying this chapter because I actually lost
it by accident when my computer reset and I forgot to save- guess I learned
my lesson. That's okay, I made it a tad bit better the second time around. It's
a bit... "steamier" so you might want to watch out if you don't like
much physical action between two guys- to put it shortly. Then again, if you're
not okay with it, why were you here to begin with? o.O;; Maybe you're just crazy
like me. ^_^;;;; Anyway, this chapter is purposely short since it's a prologue
and foreshadows things to come- but also simply because I didn't want to give
away too much crazed shounen-ai goodness? o.O;; Or maybe I'm just a really crappy
shounen-ai action writer? ^_^;; I do prefer angst and romance over action, but,
f'weh. I guess it is required of me to include some action now and then, plus
I bet it'll make some of you peoplez happy. Am I right?
Quotation of the Day: "I'm a fool to want you, I'm a fool to want
you. To want a love that can't be true. A love that's there for others too I'm
a fool to hold you. Such a fool to hold you. To seek a kiss not mine alone,
To share a kiss, the Devil has known. Time and time again I said I'd leave you,
Time and time again I went away, And then there'd come a time When I would need
you And once again these words I'd have to say: "Take me back, I love you.
Pity me, I need you. I know it's wrong, It must be wrong, But right or wrong,
I can't get along... Without you." Hmmm.. I'm a fool to want you. You hurt
me time and time again. But I still love you baby, Hmmm.. I'm a fool. I'm your
fool." - I'm a fool to want you (By Nina Simone + Carly
Simon)
Responses to Reviews:
Holy fijizznit! 74 reviews! I never thought I'd have so many... o.O;; Wow. I'll
just briefly list the names, since there are so many...
Big thanks to: Jenniyah,
r*a*d*i*a*n*y, Sweet-Innocence, Jantra, Jadej.j, phwee? yami hobo, Blue Lagoon
Loon, Bla, Myaami, Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo, Ykarzel, Difinity, Ani-Coolgirl,
Kitsune Hashiba, Jou-Pup, DaughterofDeath, InsaneBakura, Echo, Princess Razu,
Anime Goddess, and Tigremoonstorme for sticking with the story up to this point
so far, and for reviewing the last chapter as well. ^_- You guys rock my world!
r*a*d*i*a*n*y:
Yeah, well- it did say fat on the package.. ^_^;; I couldn't exclude it because
it sounds funny? **Shrug**
Sweet-Innocence: Well, so much for my fast updating. It's been like..
a full day with no update.. ^_^;; This chapter is mega-late.
myaami: No! No! Pester the author more! The author likes it! (Why am
I talking about myself in the third-person? o.O;;)
Ykarzel: Most original? Thank-you very much! *Bow* I try to be original.
Best characterization of Joey? Wow.. **Bursting with pride** I fall into his
mind well? Wait.. should I take that as an insult.. Joey being a bit slow and
all? o.O;;;; Nahhh. ^_^;;;;;;
Kitsune Hashiba: I would have put more dialogue in this chapter- but
they're too busy MAKING OUT! ;;;;;;; F'whaha. I'll throw more in next
chapter, I swear. Mmkayzerz? Thaks for the suggestion. ^^
Sorry for clogging up so much space with random comments.. but um.. this is
my story. So I can do what I like! HAHAHHA! (Oh crap. I'm gonna loose all my
readers because I waste so much space, aren't I? -_-;; **Goes off and sulks
in a corner**)
Extra-special thanks to: Echo, Difinity, Blue Lagoon Loon, Jenniyah, and Kitsune
Hashiba for sticking with this story since.. chapter 1. ^_^;; You all get cookies?
**Hands them out?**
And this chapter
is randomly dedicated to TRI-Link for listening to me bitch at 2:00 AM
last night about my oekakiing skills going down the drain... and singing random
songs by Arlo Guthrie... -_-;;;
Beware: This chapter
contains too much shounen-ai for most people's good. It was requested that I
get a bit more action-oriented by enough people that I figured it couldn't hurt.
Dialogue and sensible conversations with lots of prettyful angst will return
shortly in the next few chapters (hopefully) and maybe some lemon if enough
people want one, and it feels natural... I think.. o.O;; But no promises...
'cause I might not... **Shrug**
Part II: Ingredients
(Prologue)
Or what if I hurt you
without knowing?
What if you ached in sorrow and tears,
As you tried to steady your little feet to keep balanced?
What if your fragile form fell to the ground, broken hearted?
I sat in the limo with my arms crossed, refusing to look at Kaiba. He seemed
sort of worried, but I didn't care. When I got in I had sneezed violently once
or twice, and was shivering tremendously. When Kaiba insulted me with some sort
of dog-related comment, I shook my head rapidly at him, much like a dog would-
causing water to splash all over him. He glared at me, but didn't say much after
that. Two could play at his game. If he wanted me to be a dog so bad- I could.
And I'd show him up at the same time.
Getting comfortable in the limo wasn't much of a problem, it was quite luxuriously decorated. My face remained unchanging, and I tried to ignore the fact that I was shivering. Kaiba tried to put an arm around me, but I shrugged it off. I didn't want to be near him. I felt used. He didn't even care about who I was as a person. He just wanted me because of some sick obsession he had with making his enemies feel like shit.
Kaiba took on an attitude, figuring, I suppose, that if I didn't want him near me, then he could play at the same game. He sat there, relaxing in the soft seats, brushing water droplets off his trench coat, and wiping a few off his face. He looked out the window, casually. But I knew he wasn't really looking out there. There was nothing to see. A few street lamps casting a mystic glow upon the roadside, and the rain coming down all around, casting the illusion of sheets of icy cool showers enveloping the streets.
It seemed like only a few short moments had passed before we arrived; then again, it was getting to be later at night, the streets were emptying, and al the repitition around me probably made time appear to be far shorter than it was in reality. I refused to talk to Kaiba. He was my tormenter. My captor- and in more ways than one, it seemed.
I wondered lightly as to why Kaiba had brought me back to his mansion. Hadn't I already tried to escape twice? Hadn't I already affirmed that I didn't want to speak to him at the moment? Hadn't I- he interrupted my thoughts, by getting out of the limo, coming around the other side, opening the door for me, and patiently waiting. When I ignored him, he grabbed my arm and yanked me somewhat forcefully out of the limo. I sighed, and allowed myself to be dragged after him. There was no disputing it at that point.
When we got back to his room, he decided against locking the door for once,
though he did close it. I stood there, looking at him with emotionless eyes.
I was tired, and weak- but at least I felt warmed up. I closed my eyes tightly
together, hoping the day would just end. When I opened them I could see Kaiba's
still form up next to me. He let a smug grin pass across his placid face, and
I felt a cool finger run down the side of my arm. His touch was like silk made
of precious icy crystals. I gave him a slightly shocked look, but he only leaned
in on me. I tried to move- I tried to escape, but the inner-conflict was too
much. I couldn't win against myself.
And then he was there- in an instant, both arms on either side of me, facing the wall, and leaning in. Feeling irked, I tried to slither away, my still somewhat wet clothing tagging along for the ride. He caught me in mid-stride; however, and pulled me back, leering intensely at me. Mocking me with those very same eyes as his- with those perfect lips. Why the hell was I looking at his lips? And the intense way in which they formed words... What was he saying, anyway?
"You should get out of those wet clothes." He smirked, seductively. I gave a sheepish look, putting a hand behind my head, trying to back out of the situation. I tried to find excuses- anything to make me not have to change. Anything to get me away from the room- the mansion. Anything to get me away from Kaiba until I could deal with him. The entire situation was a bit troublesome.
"I... I'll be fine." I replied, rather innocently. He shook his head, with a sneer. Instantly throwing away any hope I had of escape. He hadn't locked the door- it was a trust thing. I remembered that look he had given me the last time I had escaped. There was that old longing in his eyes just then. The longing that had driven me mad. That lust that had made me half-alive.
"Nonsense. You can borrow some of mine." He said casually. As if it were just another thing we did daily. As if I ran through parks in the rain. As if he caught me- trapped me- saved me. As if we were friends. As if it were routine. Yeah, sure thing. I didn't think the day would ever come that Kaiba and would be friendly- then again, the whole obsession thing was a bit... well, interesting. That's all I could say about it. I didn't want to comment further- mostly because I was distressed by the whole situation. It was just too much for my mind to handle.
Suddenly he was up against me, leaning into my body. I could feel the blush spreading across my face, and I was irked to say the least. I tried to slither away, my wet clothing tagging along, but he caught my arm, pulling me back. Fixing my eyes unto his. Those deep, passionate, icy blue eyes of his- I couldn't resist them. I felt drawn in. I was absolutely unable to break the gaze. He had me locked on- winding myself further and further down a treacherous road, from which there seemed to be no easy escape. His solemn face remained simple- yet his eyes were as complex as ever.
With that, in an instant, he was up against me. One second I was staring in awe into his eyes, and the next our lips had met. He pressed his own lips softly against mine, and slipped his tongue along my bottom lip, almost pleading- but I was the one begging in a second, as I emitted a soft whimper from my throat. With that his lips moved against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel my tongue battling his, as a mix of lust and confusion battled its way into me. He slid a hand around my back, pulling me deeper into the kiss. It was even more passionate than the kiss earlier, and he drew me in seductively. My mind was a buzz of emotion- waves washing up against my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to question the feelings I was having, but the second I tried to I found myself distracted from the brown-haired boy's warm body supporting mine, his clever stance, his beautiful eyes. I closed my eyes, and felt his soft touch, inhaled his distinct and almost tangible scent- and tasted him. He tasted of the intoxicating flavour of strawberries and some unidentifiable, but potent alcohol.
Kaiba had a facial expression that made me wonder if he thought he was dreaming. Or maybe he had just dreamed of the moment so many times that he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not anymore. At any rate, a moment later I squirmed slightly, remembering who I was and where I was, but he refused to let me go of my own accord. He moaned softly into my mouth as he rubbed a delicate hand along my side, causing me to pull back more. That only made him pull me in with more force, and I ended up falling inward, leaning even deeper into the kiss. Finally he drew back slowly, opening his eyes to look at me. I felt very frail and weak.
"Kaiba- d... don't hurt me." The words flew out of my mouth, and before I knew what was happening I felt all weak in the stomach and legs. My body collapsed, my legs giving way to the ground. With that he had caught me, holding me mere inches from the ground. He stared at me for a second, and I looked deep into his eyes. Then, slowly, he pulled me back up so that I was facing him once more.
"I have no intention of hurting you. And you can call me Seto." He gave me that smug grin. Only, for once I wasn't angry. Only confused. He wasn't going to hurt me? What sort of torture and death was painless? Maybe that wasn't what Kaiba intended to do... if not that, then what? I was not only inexperienced at the time, being only an innocent youth at the time, but even if I had known what Kaiba was planning, I might have never figured that he of all people was scheming it. Not to do with me. Those kisses- were they a control thing as well? I was lost... and utterly innocent, even if I did try and act tough, or pretended to be a "player" some of the time.
"I need you, Joey." Kaiba said, as he moved up against me, leaning his head onto my shoulder, and whispering into my ear. I felt my eyes grow wide, and a bright blush spread vividly across my face. I stuttered, but was unable to form a single word, and with that Kaiba was pulling away, tugging on my arm, leading me away from the wall- toward... the bed. I gulped. I didn't know what to do, or what Kaiba was going to do. I was scared. I'll admit it. I tried to steady myself, but stumbled, and began to fall again. Kaiba couldn't catch me the second time around, and I fell to the ground. I wasn't exactly sure when they appeared, but I knew that the tears came at some point. They were mild at first, but as they grew into a steady stream I could feel them sting. Kaiba bent down, and put his arms around me, comforting me and trying to hush me. He raised one of his hands to my face, and brushed away the tears gently, then proceeded to stroke my hair, the soft strands separating like a river to his touch.
There was no purpose in words for the longest period of time. When I had finally calmed down, I just sat there, looking at him. Trying to memorize every detail of his perfection. That same face that made me so angry once, and so happy then. The same person who insulted me, the same person who comforted me. And I felt like my heart was going to burst with confusion and emotion. He must have known by instinct that I was scared. I still didn't know how Kaiba, of all people could have so much... compassion. As to why he held it deep within himself for me- I really wasn't sure. Somehow hate was turning into so much more. Slowly obsession was untangling itself from his mind, and deriving itself into something much more important and influential.
"Seto..." I breathed deeply into his ear as he held me even tighter. Slowly my tongue slipped out, and traced it's way along the edge of his ear- it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. The brown haired teen let out a soft moan, and I continued softly slipping my tongue along the contours of his lobe. My tongue narrowed down toward his strong jawbone, lapping softly at the smooth surface. A soft smile broke across his face. The first one I had ever seen. I never knew he had such a beautiful smile before. I had never seen him without that ferocious attitude, or that sneering scowl, or a menacing, venomous smirk before. It was the first time for a lot of things, it seemed.
He climbed to his feet, pulling me up in his warm embrace, and pulled me toward the bed. He down next to me on the edge of the bed, a inconspicuous arm around my shoulders, supporting me. I knew then I was to take confidence in him, he said he wasn't going to hurt me, and he had meant it. I had already known by that point he wasn't going to hurt me physically- I had meant mentally. The pain, the suffering, the tragic loss and mental anguish and confusion I would go through if he toyed with me and left me would be insurmountable. I would live a human forbid.
As he let me go, I was forced to steady myself. I had enough confidence in the other teen, and was just hoping that he wasn't going to take things too far. I was hoping he knew his limits. More than anything, I was still somewhat confused- and was hoping that I knew my own limits. He stood in front of me, looking down, and leaned over me. He craned his neck down to plant kisses along my jaw, trailing slowly to my chest, as he slipped me out of my t-shirt. He placed butterfly-kisses along my chest, moving progressively lower. I whimpered plaintively, and he only responded with a mischievous grin. I knew I was going to regret that look in a second, because suddenly he had replaced his kisses with his soft, sandpaper tongue. He traced his way down to my navel, and filled the indentation that formed there. He reached his hands toward my pants, to lower them, but I stretched a desperate hand out to him, not knowing how much more I could even last.
"Stop!" I groaned, the pressure and ecstasy building to a point of extraneous collapse. Kaiba was torturing me in a way I never thought possible. The want to have- the urging need that could never be fulfilled fully... it all built up until I felt like bursting, hoping the rush of caught up moments would expand and contract steadily once more. It felt like a hose that had been blocked off part-way, with a build up of water waiting desperately to be released, only the hose usually would coil and snap violently, whereas I was reduced to a squirming, writhing, moaning bundle of nerves.
"Okay, puppy." He smiled smugly, brushing a soft hand up my torso, and another across my chest as he quite casually lifted his head to mine, and claimed me as his once more with a light kiss on the cheek. I closed my eyes and savoured the moment, no longer struggling with anything but myself. What was I feeling? Well, other than that immense passion? I felt confusion and torment- torn between two perfect worlds. Caught between two Joey Wheelers. Everything that composed the list of my two then very separate lives was equally important to me. My friends- my deep affection and sincerest friendships with them, our united bonds. Then there was Kaiba, and my requited, fiery lusts that had suddenly arisen from new experiences. The ingredients to both aspects were so vastly numerous- and so highly important that I felt suspended between to equally important issues. My mind was simply conflicted, but at least I was in the strong teen's hands, and he comforted me with soft affectionate strokes across my skin.