I'm sorry. I am very sorry. I haven't updated my poor fanfiction in about
10 decades-and you people have been so patient.
So, I am sincerely sorry. I never meant to leave my work hanging-but sometimes life just takes over for awhile. Oh well-I hope you guys are still reading/interested. It's all for you.
~Amber
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[Seto's POV] (again..)
Light. I saw it, felt it. Even through the tight wall of my eyelids, bursts of colours danced and flickered before me. Radiance. And warmth...a different sort of warmth that the sultry heat I had become so accustomed to.
Stubbornly, hesitantly, I let myself awaken. My muscles and joints were still stiff...I didn't want to leave this place, not for a long time. A long-bred sense of begrudging necessity pushed me onwards.
My eyes protested, but ultimately, the light won over.
The room appeared before me, still hazy and sort of unreal. Clinging dreams ebbed away, and consciousness came back.
Holy Ra...this room is a damn mess! (I think this was my first fully-formed thought)
It looked as though a pack of wild animals had been loosed in here. Clothes strung all over the floor...night-stands and dressers knocked askew...oil spilled, candle wax on the floor, sheets horribly tangled...come to think of it, making a mess hadn't been this much fun since I was a kid. Hn. Maybe Pegasus brings out a little of that "inner child" in me...frightening thought.
Speaking of Pegasus.....I am just now fully coming to really realize that, frankly, he is not a very good bedmate. (well...at least in terms of *sleeping*...)
I'll be damned if he's not right up on top of me. I'm serious. He's laying on his side, all stretched out awkwardly, and half of his body is downright pinning my shoulders and chest. I wouldn't be surprised if I found myself unable to move. I hate this. For one thing, he's too close for comfort by a mile or more. I need personal space and lots of it. For another, his stupid hair is tickling me, covering most of my face, and threatening to smother me to death. And lastly....he's gripping *my* pillow. How dare he grip, moreover cuddle up against, _my_ pillow.....
There comes a point when a man just has to draw the line. And pillow- stealing is just far and beyond acceptable marital behaviour of any standard. I'll tell him to cut it out. Yeah, I'll tell him off, that's for sure. (Soon as I regain my ability to speak...damn, I feel hungover..)
His delicate face is buried against my bare chest, and I am abrubtly startled by the warm rumbling of a chuckling burst. The first thing I wonder is, could he be awake? And, if so, did he just read my mind? I admit that I'm a little paranoid about his telepathic abilities sometimes. Can anyone honestly blame me for that? I don't want to keep deep secrets from Pegasus or anything, but I don't think being married means we need to share *everything*...necessarily. My thoughts, no matter how mundane they may be, are *mine*. I'd rather he not be prowling around in there. It gives him an advantage over me that I'm not really comfortable with. Maybe if I could read his mind as well, then it wouldn't bother me so much, We'd be on even ground and all. But as it is I...I hate feeling open and exposed.....
Though, for now at least, I don't think I have to worry. I'm pretty certain that Pegasus is not awake yet. Just giggling in his sleep. Dreaming about Funny Bunny or something, I guess. Wonder if he ever dreams about me...? Croquet once told me that Pegasus had admitted to him that he'd been dreaming about me before. I was sort of flattered, until Croquet said that I usually had horns and a pitchfork in said dreams. (For some reason, I always got the impression after this incident that Croquet doesn't really care much for me) He's one creepy old bastard, that's for sure, but Pegasus loves him. I know this much because of his fondness for pranking the gray fellow. Yes, for Pegasus, nothing seems to show love better than fake snakes popping out of a box. But whenever I think that Pegasus is insane, I do have to bear in mind that if I married a crazy guy, what exactly does that make me? So I'll just not think about the question of his sanity. It's probably better that way.
I briefly wonder what time it is. Come to think of it, *when* was the last time that I knew what time it was? My eyes dart around the room. No clocks in sight.
If I had to guess, I'd say it's right on early morning. The light still has that foggy quality about it, the dewy misty appearance that I associate with the hours after midnight and before full sunrise.
Mokuba always called this twilight a "watery milk" look. The kid tried, whenever he could, to stay awake long enough to watch the sunrise over Domino. I'd be up at night on the computer, and I would hear him shuffling in the bed eagerly...thought he had me tricked into thinking he was sleeping, too. My younger sibling can be as sneaky as Pegasus sometimes, I swear. But Mokuba never saw the sunrise. He told me in the later years that he'd tried, but that it was just a blur beyond the curtain of smog. I said I wasn't surprised...Domino is a big city, after all. At that he looked glumly upon me and asked if I'd ever had better luck. No, of course not. I never slept in those days. But I never saw the sun, either.
It doesn't really feel like morning. My sleep was such a short stint...I couldn't have rested for more than a couple of hours. I don't remember my dreams, if I even had any.
Time change...there was a time change, wasn't there? That could explain why morning seemed to show up so quickly. Damn. Going to the Americas gets me every time.. wonder how close we are to Barbados now?
Damn. I bet I smell bad. The sheets are so soaked and I know I'm sweaty as all hell. Either that or one of us wet the bed.....oh shit, I just made myself paranoid.
"Pegasus...get..off..me..now.."
I wanted to have a commanding "edge" to my voice when I said this. Maybe a good raspy Darth Vadar sound. But that was not to be. Instead, my sleep- intoxication caught in my throat and I sounded like a frog trying to croak out words.
The Mighty Pegasus(tm) shifts. He has 3 seconds to roll off of me, or I get violent. 2, 1...
"Good morning, lover..."
A dopey clownish white smile flashes before me. I watch those glazed plump lips pull back...mmm, Pegasus, you have lips that could suck the sap out of a tree. (One of my three favourite features of Pega-la...can you guess the other two?) Ra. How can anyone look so absolutely hump-worthy at 5:00 AM? Makes me want to just fling him off of the bed...maybe I better stop there.
"Good idea, Kaiba~boi. Sucking trees? Oohhh, sounds kinky. People always did say I could pose for a hippy, what with some sunglasses and a bit of tie dye, but your suggestions are a little extreme..."
...waitasec, did he just....? DAMNIT!
"....You stay the hell out of my mind, you mind-reading bastard! I fucking hate you..!"
"Now now, Kaiba~boi, we both know that's just the sugar-down and 5:00 AM wake-up talking.."
"...Get off of me."
Much to my surprise, he actually listens. The heavy weight shifts, and Pegasus resumes his proper place beside me.
"My my, little sea horse, you're quite grumpy these days aren't you?" The morning glow catches in his candy almond eye, and mischief glimmers. "I'm beginning to think it's that time of the month..."
I just roll my eyes.
"Heh. Cheap shots like those might actually sting a bit if you weren't such a prissy little bitch..."
Pegasus smirks and begins to childishly trace a circle onto my half-exposed belly. I squirm, my tense knuckles gripping the satin and pulling it higher above me. He does it on purpose, knowing how sensitive that particular area is. The skin is thinner on the abdomen, the fatty tissue low, nerves close to the surface. I studied my anatomy. A little touch is enough to start a ripple of shivers.
When he looks up, my eyes plead with him to knock it off. Being teased is as annoying as being tickled. I don't mind touching...but only if it involves sex. Otherwise, it's just a pointless waste.
"Ticklish much, Kaiba~boi?" He purrs in that tantalizing voice.
Oh damn.
Before I have time to adequately shield myself, Pegasus buries his head into my belly and blows raspberries playfully, rolling his lips like a motor and making as much obnoxious noise as possible. I gasp and recoil, kicking wildly and yelling inanities.
This gesture of his is all-too-familiar to me. It's that same damn torture play that adults always inflict on their hapless kids. Hazing, or something like that. Maybe they think it's cute or funny. Oh, so when a kid squirms miserably while being tickled, that's supposed to be their way of showing enjoyment? Hell, makes sense, I mean, I always scrunch away from things I *like*. Morons. Yeah, my real mom and dad did that to me, occasionally. Tickled, gave me raspberry stomachs, and all the other shit parents like tormenting kids with. Mokuba escaped it by sheer chance.
Pegasus must have realized that his little antics were drawing out certain old memories. He stops, abrubtly. It wasn't bothering me, though. He's always so careful about not making me remember....
"I'm sorry, Kaiba~boi.." He grins half-heartedly, all the while I'm glaring venom at him. "I just blew on your stomach because I wanted to see if you'd go "Woo-hoo!" like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Though, I dare say, if the Pillsbury Doughboy used such language as you, then he might have to be out on the streets looking for a whole new job..."
He rests his head against my flesh again, kissing me lightly, almost apologetically, this time. A trail of kisses, Naturally, I spoil things by pressing my hand against his forehead and gently (albeit determinedly) pushing him downwards....
"Kaiba~boi!" He starts, pulling upwards and tossing back a burst of messy silver. Strands fall around him and stick to the sides of his face. "Tsk tsk...naughty little sea-horse. Are you trying to drop some little hint on me?"
"Possibly." This time I'm the one who smiles. Imploringly.
He shakes his head at me as though I'm a misbehaving kid.
"Haven't you had your fill of such ardor, my dear Blue Eyes?"
I don't answer.
Pegasus simply huffs, pushing aside the soft silver that falls so haphazardly into his face. Even such a simple movement speaks of such gentleness...he is mesmerizing to behold.
He breaks away from me....pulling himself free of my other arm, which had currently been wrapping the small of his back.
My lover, always so proud and strutting (..bastard..), disentangles himself from the sheets and moves to a standing position beside the bed. All the while, he stares at me, smirking. He knows I want to pounce. He's daring me to pounce...I think. Ha. Like I'd give in to something like that.
His one normal eye looks even sweeter than usual this morning. Perhaps it's the sunlight catching in it..? When he smiles at me, there is such a startling innocence there. Is that the way he looked at his Cecilia...I wonder...?
I'm married. Oh shit. I'm really fucking married. Really. Married. MARRIED!
What the hell happened? I said I'd never get married. I said I liked "freedom". Well, now what the fuck do I do?! This sucks. What if I want to date someone else sometime? What if I get tired of Pegasus and his bullshit?
Suddenly, I feel as though I'm in a very tiny space, and there's no air left.
I'm going to hyperventilate. Shit. ...what the fuck was I just thinking about? Pegasus...conned me into this. Damn him. Sneaky prick. Probably used some of that New Agey magical shit on me to screw with my mind and make me all........well....wrong. That's it. That has to be it. Damn it. He wants to ruin me. He's probably still trying to steal my damn company. I can't believe him. He's the lowest of the low. He did it on purpose. Wanted to make me all........warm, and ...fuzzy...and like, soft. So he could take advantage of me, obviously. Bastard. He's probably going to poison me before the honeymoon is over. Yeah, that's it. Kill me and take my company and revive that blonde wifey of his. That.......sneaky fuck! I can't believe he'd go through such lengths to deceive me! I better stop thinking this. He might read my thoughts...and like, rape me and shit. Uh-oh. I might've just given him an idea. Damn it, I've got to keep my damn mind quiet.....
"Yoooo~hooo, lo-over?"
His voice breaks me from my rambling stupor.
"You look like you're staring off into space, bun-bun. Is something the matter?" A routine Pegasus Pout follows this comment. "Are might you still be quite sleepy from your restless night, eh? Oh, a good cup of coffee will do the trick, methinks." He grins, flexing and yawning playfully, his naked flesh glistening in front of the window's sunlight..prettily exposed.
Why is he asking me these questions..? Isn't he just reading my mind.? He does it 24/7. I know he does.
"Oh-I know you probably think that it's odd of me to ask you questions, Seto, what with my telepathic abilities and all-"
--Looks like he just did it again.
"No-I did not just read your mind that time, either. I don't have to, sometimes, Seto. Your facial expression-like the way your eyes widened ever- so-slightly at my last statement-why that alone tells me all that I need to know. Mind-reading can be too much of a crutch, sometimes, I must confess. Here lately, I have been trying to lessen the amount of telepathy that I perform. For your privacy, love. And also-" He turns to me, bending his face very close to my own.
"-I'm an artist. The language of your body speaks to me in volumes much louder than those of words..or thoughts..there is such beauty and simplistic-yet deep-meaning-in the structure of your body. Your pose and form, the way you hold yourself. It conveys something to me that language fails to encompass, and there are things of which no words have yet been formed to describe..."
( I have no idea what the hell Pegasus is talking about...but holy Ra, I'm so hot for him.)
"Bed. Now."
I hiss-interrupting him if he even desired to say anything more.
How could it be that mere seconds ago, I was sitting here questioning my devotion to this man? What the hell was I thinking? WHY would I ever want to date anyone else again? I've got the cream of the crop here. It must've just been post-honeymoon-night jitters. I can't believe some of the things I was thinking. Pegasus ..raping me? What the fuck? Where did that come from?? He's way too much of a child at heart to ever do something like that..
[Author..trying..to..make..point..]
"Say! Kaiba~boi, remember when I made your Blue Eyes White Dragon 'more cuddly'? Well my dear, I do in fact believe that I may well have worked the same magic on you!"
I'm over it. Ra, I'm over it. I'm married..and it's going to be wonderful. Ah.ah...I can't think right now. I just want him. I want him so badly! He drives me crazy with desire and---
why is he still talking? Why the hell isn't he back in bed yet? .... I should fix this.
As he nuzzles my bangs, my eyes level on his thighs. Such a lovely shape. Really. Such a lovely shape...I feel like such a damn geek for thinking about shape but, but..he's so aesthetically pleasing...what the fuck did I just say? Aesthetically pleasing? That's what ~he~ says..oh, crap..
I watch the shine of sweat droplets trickling down.torturously slow, hips, thighs, so...perfectly..sculpted...just the faintest shimmer in the shadows and satin around me. Dark, warm, scents. I smell perspiration. Beyond the orange aroma, a very faint wisp of bodily scent..it's not unpleasant. Hormones. I..I can't believe I'm noticing this. Since when do I smell anything? I'm logical: Not sensual. But the way it makes me feel, the way he makes me feel, so raw, so animalistic. I can't stand it anymore.
Pegasus is still lightly stroking fingers through tufts of my hair, but I interrupt him.
I grab him by the hips, thinking that my next course of action will be flinging him to the bed in a mad tussle. I've done it a million times. I'm so used to it by now-it's just routine, after all.
It's like a sport. Like basketball. A Pegasus slum dunk.
(see, a man like myself *can* make relationships workable, just compare them to sports!)
--He'll shoot.and oh boy, will he ever score...-
Except, this time, it does not work thusly.
This time, for the first time..he resists.
When I attempt to fling him across the satin sheets, I feel his full weight resist me. What the hell? What gives? I stare at him accusingly, a low growl in my throat.
He smirks. Damn it. He smirks. And that's when I know that I'm through.
"Now, now, Kaiba~boi," he hums, pressing lips against my ear and teasingly brushing a lobe with the tip of his tongue..
"...playtime is over.."
Having my earlier efforts frustrated has officially annoyed me. I hiss and recoil from his coaxing touch, grabbing him around the waist with sheer determination.
My eyes widen in stark surprise as my lunge is slapped away with a casual flick o' the wrist. That very, very lacy wrist. Much quicker, and much sharper than I would have anticipated. Pegasus is just always full of surprises, isn't he? I got the message, though. For once, it seemed that he was being serious. How dare he reject me! What? Doesn't he find me sexy anymore? What went wrong since last night? Do I have bed hair? Damn it. I bet I have bed hair. That's it. That's why he doesn't want me. Well, hell, I didn't really want him either. Stuck-up prissy little..
"Oh, Seto, will you ever cease...?"
..mind- reading....villainous...sly...cunning...sexy...bastard.must.hate..him
Ringing laughter.
I glare daggers at him, even while he laughs. Reading my mind. Obviously reading my mind..
"You really are so wonderful."
Says he with a hair toss and a sigh.
Very slowly, Pegasus leans forward, as if to plant a soft kiss upon my lips.
Hell no!
"Hey, hey! Get back, damn it!" -I spit the words with all of the venom that I can muster. "What the hell are you thinking? Agh! I don't want your frickin' morning breath in my face! Ugh-disgusting."
Apparently shaken to reality by my words, Pegasus halts wordlessly, pulling back. He resumes his earlier stance in front of me, staring at me like a child stares at it's pet hamster. Curiosity-I see on his face, among other emotions, deeper and more unreadable emotions linger for a second and flicker at me. If I had enough time, I bet I could figure out what he was thinking. But as It is, Pegasus' quickly composes himself, resumes his wanton grin, wags that slender finger at me..
"My dear little sea horse..say, have you noticed that my name references a horse, whereas yours references..a sea horse? Isn't that just a most marvelous little coincidence?"
He throws back his head and laughs, as though he had just stumbled upon the most clever and humourous piece of knowledge ever. I stare darkly at him, all the while..
Abrubtly, he stops. Guess he noticed that he was the only one laughing..
"Well..*I* think it's funny!" Says he, with a little pout.
I want to smile at his cute pout. Damn it. I want to. I won't, though.
"But, does the sea horse mind getting wet?"
I think I blink at this. Wet? What? What's he talking about?
As his hands grip my shoulders firmly, Pegasus cocks his head, indicating the adjoining bathroom. A very soft sigh escapes my parted lips before I have the mindset to prevent it. The shower..ahhhh, the shower..yes. We used it last night, during our little..."romp". Memories of sweet warm suds, mist, vapors, oils...the feel and scent of all. I can almost imagine the dark and candles, the aromas..
Before I know it, I've bolted upright onto my feet.
"Let's go." I snap promptly, tugging Pegasus by the forearm.
He grins drunkenly at my newfound enthusiasm. I love showering with Pegasus. I have weaknesses, it's true. Nothing can beat warm water and a good foamy lather to work with it..sure, there's always the risk that he might spontaneously break out into song, but I believe I can tolerate such dangers.
Like a wanton child playing a prank on their parent, Pegasus breaks my grip and tip-toes ahead of me, looking back with intermittent smiles of sugar. I sigh and follow, not deigning to increase my pace. Pegasus..always wanting to skip and make merry. I wonder sometimes if the happiness he shows isn't just a facade for my benefit. His past is not quite a happy one. But then I remember...that I am the one who has not quite escaped the past, whereas Pegasus is trying his hardest to move on. New love, new bonds. There is something so innocent and genuine about him, I cannot describe it even now. He struck me as a vile and evil bastard once, but, could he have just been a child playing with his toys..?
The sound of running water interrupts my wandering musings.
I'm in the doorway of the bathroom now.. taking in the sight of sunbathed marble...the nicely sculpted designs upon the polished cabinets, the golden handles. A wide, airy space, the air smelling faintly of shampoo, or conditioner perhaps. The flowers and dipping vines that topple over from the expensive vases. The floor is smooth and cool beneath my feet..as I feel goose bumps pop onto my legs and forearms. I'm definitely ready for that warm bath now.
Pegasus stands before me, humming in his detached-from-reality way as he spins the shower knobs, adjusting it all to his liking. After living with him as long as I have, you'd think that I would know how cold or hot he likes his showers. I don't. I don't even know if he does. His opinions always seem to differ. Just depends on his mood, I guess. If Pegasus has any flaw, it might be that he can be quite wishy-washy when it suits his taste.
Naked...in the sunlight, back turned towards me. I sigh....damn it, there better not be any drool on my lip.
He's very statuesque. Not hugely muscular, no, he'll never win a body- building contest, but not stick thin as some seem to expect either. If anything, his body is cut and lean into a very nice form. His shameless method of posing (C'mon..that's what it is, though he always plays naïve) reminds me of a gazelle sometimes. Pegasus definitely has the body of a dancer, and the agility..and...heh, the flexibility too..but I won't say anything beyond that.
And the sunlight..peeking in more vibrant bursts now, sparkling on the water....shimmering on his skin and hair..
"Well, Kaiba~boi, what are you waiting for? Staring off into space are you? I wonder what's behind those Blue Eyes..ha, do I detect thoughts of...duels, maybe? Food? Lingering dreams? Oh, you can always tell me.. ."
--As if he doesn't know the truth. Damn. I wish he wouldn't always feign ignorance of his own hotness. It's annoying. It's reverse bragging, but bragging in it's own right. I'm still a bit pissed off that he didn't seem interested in my earlier advances..but maybe I can fix that once we get into the water---
I approach.slowly, taking my time. Ha. I get to be the tease for once. I keep hoping that Pegasus will grumble.at least a little, maybe grunt, maybe tell me to hurry it up already. I want to get under his skin the way he does mine. I almost feel like smirking..especially as I get to the entrance of the glass-encased shower.
Wide shower, that. Nice and spacious, which is always a plus. You think showering with a loved one is so hot? Well, believe me-when you're in a shower that's really only built for one person and trying to fit two in-let me just say, there is absolutely nothing sexy about get your ass plastered to a cold wall while your partner gets upfront and hogs all the warm water. Fortunately, Pegasus being filthy rich and all, size and material is of no consequence. Nothing is too flashy or too expensive for him. Which is good, since, as I said, too much modesty can earn one a very cold ass.
I'm surprised he's not already in. He's just standing there, smiling at me. Always smiles with him. Half the time I think he's up to something. Half the time, I'm right.
The floor is freezing my anxious bare feet. I huff and sigh. Why is Pegasus not in yet? I wish he'd stop staring at me. Makes me uncomfortable. Too much like the way a hawk looks at it's prey. Guess he can't help it. He's a devious one, that. Knew that when I married him. Why'd I marry him again? Well.booze must have been involved.and I'm sure that some clinical insanity lurking in the back of my head..stupid messed up childhood.
"What are you waiting for?" I grumble. "Ladies first, remember?"
--I smile to myself. Pretty good taunt, I think. And fitting. But Pegasus just keeps smiling.
"Oh no, you first." He says with a melodramatic bow. Bowing naked looks .strange. "Gentleman's honour! I insist."
I give him a funny look.
"You're a quirky bastard, y'know?"
I guess I could've found some nicer way of pointing out that my husband has oddities, but it's the morning. Far far too early for sentimentality or amiability.besides, he'd be hard pressed to get either of those from me at ~any~ time of day.
I may have left my mind behind on the bed. Wait..come to think of it.why are we up early? We shouldn't be. It's our honeymoon! If there ever was a justified time to sleep late, then by Ra, it'd be now.
At once, I notice that no steam is rising from the shower. Hn. Peculiar. Considering how chilly the room is.
I pause before the shower door.
Wait---what's going on? Could it be that this isn't going to be the warm refreshing shower that I had in mind.? Could it be that it's actually going to be...to be...
..
--COLD!OHDAMNIT!SOFUCKINCOLD!!!!!!!SHIT!!!TORTURETORTURETORTUREAGHH!!!!!!!-- -
..is all I think as I feel the sudden force of hands on my back, pushing me in, deliberately dunking my head between two spewing showerheads of icy liquid.
"Mwah, Kaiba~boi, are you ~awake~ yet...?"
--I think I hear through the pounding onslaught of water drumming in my ears and the rumbling laughter all around. Bastard! Sneaky bastard! You could've told me you wanted a ~wake-up~ kind of shower, but no, just when I'm learning to trust you, you've always got to pull a new one on me!
--Another abrupt push sends me flying in---I'd topple over were it not for the hand suddenly clutching my abdomen. .Oh, I get it, he doesn't want to kill me quickly. Wants to drag it out and make me endury long minutes of misery. Through the rude awakening and the noise, and the pelting sharp ice bursts, I feel myself groan. A loud, loud groan.
"YOUBASTARDYOUBASTARDYOUBASTARDYOU-"
"...Harumph. So, I take it you're .not exactly fond of my ~suprise~. Cheer up, Kaiba~boi, the day is young. I've much worse that I could-"
"Fuck you! It's too early in the morning to do this to me! How dare you! I oughtta kick your pansy girly ass!"
"Tsk tsk, little seahorse, what sailor taught you to speak like that..? Good thing we have plenty of soap to wash that mouth out with.."
His protective arm slowly loosens the grip around my gut.abandoning me, as do my legs, and very slowly, I begin to crumple down into the basin floor of the shower. I slump and sigh..the sudden temperature change having fatigued me, making me disoriented and dizzy, verging on delirium..
I hear Pegasus step in behind me. Hands on my back, kneading, pressing, yearning..so warm, despite all the coldness..
--I slap them away. Oh no you don't! You're not getting back in good stead with me that easily! Damnit! I want to be pissed off at you right now,---I WILL be pissed off at you!
...warmth on my neck, breathing, soft slow breaths, tickling and pricking the sensitive skin just beneath my hairline.
"You know." He murmurs, "I do have hot steamed towels...there is no feeling quite like warming up after a good freeze."
He smiles. I feel him smile. The lips curl even as they brush against me. The contrast of hot flesh and blistering cold water makes shivers run down my spine.
He's on his knees behind me, teasing my hair with playful fingers and stroking the small of my back. I could almost...I could almost let him. I hate him because I love him so much...and I hate loving, needing...anything, so much. I hate being dependent...on...anyone..
The rough texture of tongue just barely scrapes me, followed by softy nipping teeth.
I pull away yet again. Damn you, damn you, damn you! You almost had me there, beautiful, but...not quite.
Water douses me, trickling all over my body, spraying into my mouth and throat. the initial chilled numbing is by now wearing off. I'm in the mood to get back up and fight. This time..Pegasus will not make me beg for him. No, no. It's my turn now. This time, he's going to beg for *me*. Two can play the tease.
With some slight difficulty, I push down on my hands and use the extra weight to lift myself to my feet. A grin spreads across my features. I look at Pegasus, oh, he's a bit surprised that I fought his advances, since normally Pegasus acting sexy can make all my defenses melt. But he doesn't look disappointed, daunted, in fact..there is a grin on him which could only be deemed as "challenging"..a sneer moreso, really, than a smirk. He likes a challenge, and I have always suspected that he sees breaking my defenses as just undertaking yet another grand ...challenge.
So, Pegasus and I would duel again, but this time.. cards would not be the tools.
Intentionally ignoring the shimmering silver apparition behind me, I turned my back to him.hoping that the crystal tributaries carving upon it would be a sufficient enticement. Continuing to pay him no mind, I carelessly dropped a bottle of soft wash suds into my hand and began to pour the creme into my palm. I wondered if he was watching me.but I did not dare to turn around. After rubbing for a moment, I had worked up some considerable bubbles..yes, he loves those-and I began to trace my fingers and hands down, following the water trails. I think I hear Pegasus chuckle behind me. He's watching, I'm sure. I can almost feel it. But in a way, being stared at me makes me uncomfortable. I feel like some damn freak being put on display.
"If you're looking, then stop. Don't you have anything better to do? Jeez.."
I mutter without turning.
Suddenly.
..
...what the fuck? Sticky, gooey, blob..right...in..my..hair..
...
Instantaneously, I spin to face him. A glimpse of myself on the fog-draped glass shows a hint of my eyes, which are wild like murder. Yeah, indeed! I might be barring my teeth right now. I'm not even sure.
"You just don't quit, do you...?"
"Oh, pish posh. Heavens, Kaiba~boi, it's torture=you six days a week now, with marginal Sunday break. You know you love it."
(that's beside the fucking point..)
"..what the hell did you just..?"
My eyes drift immediately down to his slim effeminate hands..
Shampoo. Big honey-coloured (reminds me of his eye, actually) bottle of the stuff. Herbal Essences. Well, shit. No surprise here!
"...well.." I think aloud, "at least is *is* just shampoo...not some...weird shit, or something.."
A silver eyebrow raises at me. "Oh-ho, Kaiba~boi, are you altogether suuuuuuurrrreeeeee...? I mean.could it possibly be that I...oh, you know, emptied the shampoo.and replaced it...with, say...honey..?"
---Oh, now you're trying to pysch me out, huh?! Yeah, like I'd really fall for that! Uh-uh, I'm not fucking stupid, I know even ~you~ wouldn't sink that low! ---
...but...like...what if...it really is...honey..?
...no...no...no.. .
...he might do that...too. ..
...oh helllllll.. .
Snickers ensue.
"Oh my dear! I can't believe you'd fall for that! You let me get under your skin far too easily, dear seahorse.."
Poke. Poke.
...That's it..Them's some fighting words!
One hard fast shove sends Pegasus flying against the far wall of the shower, behind the veiling curtain of droplets. Mind-reader or no, this catches him off guard. His one eye widens abruptly, as I hear the wind "oof" out of his chest.
As harsh as I may seem, I never do worry much about hurting Pegasus whenever we rough-house. Yes, to the eye, he is of a very delicate appearance, what with the coffee-creme-d skin, light silver hair, and very porcelain-woven features.
...but looks aside, he is one sturdy bastard. Yeah, when we first got together, I was very fearful of "breaking" him. Yes, you heard me right. I said "breaking". Well, damn, to me, he's always looked a bit like a china doll, what with his very crafted face and his whisper soft colouring. Oh, but just wait until we wrestled for the first time. Every now and then, we just tussle like overgrown kids. No reason. Just "because". Pegasus _always_ initiates it, too. In my mind, I even have my own silent set of absurd precautions: 1) Kicking only with shoes off, never above the knee, usually using the ankle as opposed to the sole of foot, 2) Rarely do I punch, I mostly just ~shove~ him, 3) If punching, never anywhere but the chest, his chest is quite broad and can handle a lot of force, 4) Never use full strength. Ever. No exceptions.
So, I do have a sense of safety which I am always careful to never broach. For this reason, it's very hard to determine which of us would win in a real fight. He is slightly larger in terms of height and mass, but I've been having to defend myself and kick ass for the majority of my life. In between learning all of the technological computer know-how that I've acquired over the years, I have spent some time studying forms of martial arts. Or, also, some good old fashioned punch and kick ass-kicking. Believe me, when you've been in as many wet-bars as I have, you learn all the ways of knocking down the big guys. There are some things you can't learn from the more "technical" books; .some things you just must learn from hard experience.
But Pegasus is not a "big" guy, not burly or ..stupid, either. He's sleek and graceful, and quite good at dodging.
Heh. I got him this time, though.
While Pegasus is pausing to regain his composure, I stalk over to stand before him. I am not sure what I'm going to do next. He deserves a pummeling or two though, that's for damn sure.
His silver mane is a thick wet tangle matted stubbornly in front of his eyes. In one swift smooth motion, he pushes it back so that it hangs limp and parted. He huffs a bit, sighing, his firm chest heaving before me. The sight..the drops on his forehead, so tantalizing...for just an instant, very fleeting instant, I'd say he almost looks...tired.
I reach across, bridging the small gap between us as my fingers dive for his soaked tresses.
But just as I get a handful of pewter, Pegasus springs on me like a mechanical toy being turned to life. I don't even have time to yelp.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Picking on me, huh, Kaiba~boi? Huh? Oh, you're divinely wicked! I just cannot believe you...jewel. And they call ~me~ a villain. Well, let us wash, eh?"
...he is definitely just in "one of _those_ moods" today...
Every now and then, he takes a notion to be goofy and playful, and I end up being the hapless pawn. Every. Time.
The shampoo bottle, still being held firmly between his hands, is raised above my head. Before I know it, I feel the thick semi-solid liquid goo falling on me.
And on me.
And on me.
And on me.. .
"Hey! Cut it the fuck out!"
The heavily squeezed bottle collapses upon itself with an obscene spluttering sound, as the content within is replaced by emptiness and air.
By the time he finally relinquishes his odd torture method, I am absolutely covered in shampoo. My head is a horrible Herbal Essences swamp...shit, I'll be smelling like roses and fuckin' thyme for days.. .
Dripping downward and aided by the falling water, it smears my bangs and desperately seeks to seep into my eyes. I close them tightly as the best shield I can muster. My thumbs pinch each eye individually. I can already feel a mild sting..oh Pegasus, you are so fucking dead...I swear...
The damned stuff is even on my back and shoulders. Yeah, that's how much he over-killed the cleansing situation. I believe the bottle must be half empty by now...shampoo wastefully spilt all over the place. Hell, half of it didn't even touch me, just got squirted all over the shower walls and floor. I'm no eco-freak by any means, but damn, what a wasteful mess.
..though, to Pegasus...it's just "fun"...
As I'm still wrestling with my bleary partially closed eyes, I feel very unwanted fingers lacing through my hair. Removing one hand from the ongoing ministrations, I swat at him.
I feel the cooled skin of his palm as he pushes back my wet bangs. A rag, or towel, or some cloth-I can't see what-is gently placed against my eyes.
"Wipe."
His single-worded instruction.
When I refuse the assistance---yeah, like I've ever needed help---he pushes more pleadingly.
"Oh, don't be stubborn, Seto. We wouldn't want all that pretty blue being surrounded by puffy red...now would we? So...wipe."
Very begrudgingly, I snatch the cloth from his hand and rub it viciously across my visage.
The fingers continue to explore every inch of my hair. Knotting-twisting- shaping it into all kinds of ungodly fashions. As I purge myself of the last little bit of film residue around my eyes (very much grateful to be able to do so), I believe I feel him making a point of my hair....a bit of my reflection appears above me on the shower head....oh.Ra...I look like Kemo....or Yuugi's moronic friend! Agh. ..
The hissing under my breath only serves to encourage him. He very playfully strokes the strands, trying to make tiny braids, I think. By now, my hair is nothing but a mass of thick white shampoo bubbles. Pegasus tilts my head downward so as to tweak the sensitive lower hair against my neck. As I look down, I see masses of foam clumps forming on the shower floor. Sprayed by the water, they break apart and sink down into the drain..
Everything smells now. Pegasus, me, the air. Flowers, flowers, flowers!
And it's all so sensual somehow, despite the odor, the cold, everything.I could be very turned on if I wasn't so pissed off.
Pegasus always has a number of different smells and tastes. I love exploring them all. I swear, sometimes I think that the man wakes up early, sneaks into the kitchen, and rubs himself with every fruit in the refrigerator. Hey, it's fuckin weird, but he's done weirder shit, y'know? Or maybe, possibly, he just perfumes himself a lot. Either way, I've found that he's a combination or general orange peel scent, strawberry taste in some places, vanilla in others. There is some very childish appeal in this for me. Reminds me of those little scratch and sniff things we had when we were little, except, this is more like rub and lick, as opposed to scratch and sniff, but..you know, same basic principle. Although, to be altogether honest, my favourite scent is actually not any of those fancy aromas. My favourite is the faint tang of perspiration, that very very sexy hormonal emission that one can detect in an unwashed body. It's the sort of thing that on a casual level, most would find very gross. After all, sweat is not considered highly attractive nor a great testament to self-cleanliness. However, when you know someone on an intimate level, you come to find their "personal" scent as very, very arousing. Almost an animalistic sort of thing. Raghr.
..course, now, my "personal" scent is going to be...fucking...flowers...grrr.
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[Seto's POV] (again..)
Light. I saw it, felt it. Even through the tight wall of my eyelids, bursts of colours danced and flickered before me. Radiance. And warmth...a different sort of warmth that the sultry heat I had become so accustomed to.
Stubbornly, hesitantly, I let myself awaken. My muscles and joints were still stiff...I didn't want to leave this place, not for a long time. A long-bred sense of begrudging necessity pushed me onwards.
My eyes protested, but ultimately, the light won over.
The room appeared before me, still hazy and sort of unreal. Clinging dreams ebbed away, and consciousness came back.
Holy Ra...this room is a damn mess! (I think this was my first fully-formed thought)
It looked as though a pack of wild animals had been loosed in here. Clothes strung all over the floor...night-stands and dressers knocked askew...oil spilled, candle wax on the floor, sheets horribly tangled...come to think of it, making a mess hadn't been this much fun since I was a kid. Hn. Maybe Pegasus brings out a little of that "inner child" in me...frightening thought.
Speaking of Pegasus.....I am just now fully coming to really realize that, frankly, he is not a very good bedmate. (well...at least in terms of *sleeping*...)
I'll be damned if he's not right up on top of me. I'm serious. He's laying on his side, all stretched out awkwardly, and half of his body is downright pinning my shoulders and chest. I wouldn't be surprised if I found myself unable to move. I hate this. For one thing, he's too close for comfort by a mile or more. I need personal space and lots of it. For another, his stupid hair is tickling me, covering most of my face, and threatening to smother me to death. And lastly....he's gripping *my* pillow. How dare he grip, moreover cuddle up against, _my_ pillow.....
There comes a point when a man just has to draw the line. And pillow- stealing is just far and beyond acceptable marital behaviour of any standard. I'll tell him to cut it out. Yeah, I'll tell him off, that's for sure. (Soon as I regain my ability to speak...damn, I feel hungover..)
His delicate face is buried against my bare chest, and I am abrubtly startled by the warm rumbling of a chuckling burst. The first thing I wonder is, could he be awake? And, if so, did he just read my mind? I admit that I'm a little paranoid about his telepathic abilities sometimes. Can anyone honestly blame me for that? I don't want to keep deep secrets from Pegasus or anything, but I don't think being married means we need to share *everything*...necessarily. My thoughts, no matter how mundane they may be, are *mine*. I'd rather he not be prowling around in there. It gives him an advantage over me that I'm not really comfortable with. Maybe if I could read his mind as well, then it wouldn't bother me so much, We'd be on even ground and all. But as it is I...I hate feeling open and exposed.....
Though, for now at least, I don't think I have to worry. I'm pretty certain that Pegasus is not awake yet. Just giggling in his sleep. Dreaming about Funny Bunny or something, I guess. Wonder if he ever dreams about me...? Croquet once told me that Pegasus had admitted to him that he'd been dreaming about me before. I was sort of flattered, until Croquet said that I usually had horns and a pitchfork in said dreams. (For some reason, I always got the impression after this incident that Croquet doesn't really care much for me) He's one creepy old bastard, that's for sure, but Pegasus loves him. I know this much because of his fondness for pranking the gray fellow. Yes, for Pegasus, nothing seems to show love better than fake snakes popping out of a box. But whenever I think that Pegasus is insane, I do have to bear in mind that if I married a crazy guy, what exactly does that make me? So I'll just not think about the question of his sanity. It's probably better that way.
I briefly wonder what time it is. Come to think of it, *when* was the last time that I knew what time it was? My eyes dart around the room. No clocks in sight.
If I had to guess, I'd say it's right on early morning. The light still has that foggy quality about it, the dewy misty appearance that I associate with the hours after midnight and before full sunrise.
Mokuba always called this twilight a "watery milk" look. The kid tried, whenever he could, to stay awake long enough to watch the sunrise over Domino. I'd be up at night on the computer, and I would hear him shuffling in the bed eagerly...thought he had me tricked into thinking he was sleeping, too. My younger sibling can be as sneaky as Pegasus sometimes, I swear. But Mokuba never saw the sunrise. He told me in the later years that he'd tried, but that it was just a blur beyond the curtain of smog. I said I wasn't surprised...Domino is a big city, after all. At that he looked glumly upon me and asked if I'd ever had better luck. No, of course not. I never slept in those days. But I never saw the sun, either.
It doesn't really feel like morning. My sleep was such a short stint...I couldn't have rested for more than a couple of hours. I don't remember my dreams, if I even had any.
Time change...there was a time change, wasn't there? That could explain why morning seemed to show up so quickly. Damn. Going to the Americas gets me every time.. wonder how close we are to Barbados now?
Damn. I bet I smell bad. The sheets are so soaked and I know I'm sweaty as all hell. Either that or one of us wet the bed.....oh shit, I just made myself paranoid.
"Pegasus...get..off..me..now.."
I wanted to have a commanding "edge" to my voice when I said this. Maybe a good raspy Darth Vadar sound. But that was not to be. Instead, my sleep- intoxication caught in my throat and I sounded like a frog trying to croak out words.
The Mighty Pegasus(tm) shifts. He has 3 seconds to roll off of me, or I get violent. 2, 1...
"Good morning, lover..."
A dopey clownish white smile flashes before me. I watch those glazed plump lips pull back...mmm, Pegasus, you have lips that could suck the sap out of a tree. (One of my three favourite features of Pega-la...can you guess the other two?) Ra. How can anyone look so absolutely hump-worthy at 5:00 AM? Makes me want to just fling him off of the bed...maybe I better stop there.
"Good idea, Kaiba~boi. Sucking trees? Oohhh, sounds kinky. People always did say I could pose for a hippy, what with some sunglasses and a bit of tie dye, but your suggestions are a little extreme..."
...waitasec, did he just....? DAMNIT!
"....You stay the hell out of my mind, you mind-reading bastard! I fucking hate you..!"
"Now now, Kaiba~boi, we both know that's just the sugar-down and 5:00 AM wake-up talking.."
"...Get off of me."
Much to my surprise, he actually listens. The heavy weight shifts, and Pegasus resumes his proper place beside me.
"My my, little sea horse, you're quite grumpy these days aren't you?" The morning glow catches in his candy almond eye, and mischief glimmers. "I'm beginning to think it's that time of the month..."
I just roll my eyes.
"Heh. Cheap shots like those might actually sting a bit if you weren't such a prissy little bitch..."
Pegasus smirks and begins to childishly trace a circle onto my half-exposed belly. I squirm, my tense knuckles gripping the satin and pulling it higher above me. He does it on purpose, knowing how sensitive that particular area is. The skin is thinner on the abdomen, the fatty tissue low, nerves close to the surface. I studied my anatomy. A little touch is enough to start a ripple of shivers.
When he looks up, my eyes plead with him to knock it off. Being teased is as annoying as being tickled. I don't mind touching...but only if it involves sex. Otherwise, it's just a pointless waste.
"Ticklish much, Kaiba~boi?" He purrs in that tantalizing voice.
Oh damn.
Before I have time to adequately shield myself, Pegasus buries his head into my belly and blows raspberries playfully, rolling his lips like a motor and making as much obnoxious noise as possible. I gasp and recoil, kicking wildly and yelling inanities.
This gesture of his is all-too-familiar to me. It's that same damn torture play that adults always inflict on their hapless kids. Hazing, or something like that. Maybe they think it's cute or funny. Oh, so when a kid squirms miserably while being tickled, that's supposed to be their way of showing enjoyment? Hell, makes sense, I mean, I always scrunch away from things I *like*. Morons. Yeah, my real mom and dad did that to me, occasionally. Tickled, gave me raspberry stomachs, and all the other shit parents like tormenting kids with. Mokuba escaped it by sheer chance.
Pegasus must have realized that his little antics were drawing out certain old memories. He stops, abrubtly. It wasn't bothering me, though. He's always so careful about not making me remember....
"I'm sorry, Kaiba~boi.." He grins half-heartedly, all the while I'm glaring venom at him. "I just blew on your stomach because I wanted to see if you'd go "Woo-hoo!" like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Though, I dare say, if the Pillsbury Doughboy used such language as you, then he might have to be out on the streets looking for a whole new job..."
He rests his head against my flesh again, kissing me lightly, almost apologetically, this time. A trail of kisses, Naturally, I spoil things by pressing my hand against his forehead and gently (albeit determinedly) pushing him downwards....
"Kaiba~boi!" He starts, pulling upwards and tossing back a burst of messy silver. Strands fall around him and stick to the sides of his face. "Tsk tsk...naughty little sea-horse. Are you trying to drop some little hint on me?"
"Possibly." This time I'm the one who smiles. Imploringly.
He shakes his head at me as though I'm a misbehaving kid.
"Haven't you had your fill of such ardor, my dear Blue Eyes?"
I don't answer.
Pegasus simply huffs, pushing aside the soft silver that falls so haphazardly into his face. Even such a simple movement speaks of such gentleness...he is mesmerizing to behold.
He breaks away from me....pulling himself free of my other arm, which had currently been wrapping the small of his back.
My lover, always so proud and strutting (..bastard..), disentangles himself from the sheets and moves to a standing position beside the bed. All the while, he stares at me, smirking. He knows I want to pounce. He's daring me to pounce...I think. Ha. Like I'd give in to something like that.
His one normal eye looks even sweeter than usual this morning. Perhaps it's the sunlight catching in it..? When he smiles at me, there is such a startling innocence there. Is that the way he looked at his Cecilia...I wonder...?
I'm married. Oh shit. I'm really fucking married. Really. Married. MARRIED!
What the hell happened? I said I'd never get married. I said I liked "freedom". Well, now what the fuck do I do?! This sucks. What if I want to date someone else sometime? What if I get tired of Pegasus and his bullshit?
Suddenly, I feel as though I'm in a very tiny space, and there's no air left.
I'm going to hyperventilate. Shit. ...what the fuck was I just thinking about? Pegasus...conned me into this. Damn him. Sneaky prick. Probably used some of that New Agey magical shit on me to screw with my mind and make me all........well....wrong. That's it. That has to be it. Damn it. He wants to ruin me. He's probably still trying to steal my damn company. I can't believe him. He's the lowest of the low. He did it on purpose. Wanted to make me all........warm, and ...fuzzy...and like, soft. So he could take advantage of me, obviously. Bastard. He's probably going to poison me before the honeymoon is over. Yeah, that's it. Kill me and take my company and revive that blonde wifey of his. That.......sneaky fuck! I can't believe he'd go through such lengths to deceive me! I better stop thinking this. He might read my thoughts...and like, rape me and shit. Uh-oh. I might've just given him an idea. Damn it, I've got to keep my damn mind quiet.....
"Yoooo~hooo, lo-over?"
His voice breaks me from my rambling stupor.
"You look like you're staring off into space, bun-bun. Is something the matter?" A routine Pegasus Pout follows this comment. "Are might you still be quite sleepy from your restless night, eh? Oh, a good cup of coffee will do the trick, methinks." He grins, flexing and yawning playfully, his naked flesh glistening in front of the window's sunlight..prettily exposed.
Why is he asking me these questions..? Isn't he just reading my mind.? He does it 24/7. I know he does.
"Oh-I know you probably think that it's odd of me to ask you questions, Seto, what with my telepathic abilities and all-"
--Looks like he just did it again.
"No-I did not just read your mind that time, either. I don't have to, sometimes, Seto. Your facial expression-like the way your eyes widened ever- so-slightly at my last statement-why that alone tells me all that I need to know. Mind-reading can be too much of a crutch, sometimes, I must confess. Here lately, I have been trying to lessen the amount of telepathy that I perform. For your privacy, love. And also-" He turns to me, bending his face very close to my own.
"-I'm an artist. The language of your body speaks to me in volumes much louder than those of words..or thoughts..there is such beauty and simplistic-yet deep-meaning-in the structure of your body. Your pose and form, the way you hold yourself. It conveys something to me that language fails to encompass, and there are things of which no words have yet been formed to describe..."
( I have no idea what the hell Pegasus is talking about...but holy Ra, I'm so hot for him.)
"Bed. Now."
I hiss-interrupting him if he even desired to say anything more.
How could it be that mere seconds ago, I was sitting here questioning my devotion to this man? What the hell was I thinking? WHY would I ever want to date anyone else again? I've got the cream of the crop here. It must've just been post-honeymoon-night jitters. I can't believe some of the things I was thinking. Pegasus ..raping me? What the fuck? Where did that come from?? He's way too much of a child at heart to ever do something like that..
[Author..trying..to..make..point..]
"Say! Kaiba~boi, remember when I made your Blue Eyes White Dragon 'more cuddly'? Well my dear, I do in fact believe that I may well have worked the same magic on you!"
I'm over it. Ra, I'm over it. I'm married..and it's going to be wonderful. Ah.ah...I can't think right now. I just want him. I want him so badly! He drives me crazy with desire and---
why is he still talking? Why the hell isn't he back in bed yet? .... I should fix this.
As he nuzzles my bangs, my eyes level on his thighs. Such a lovely shape. Really. Such a lovely shape...I feel like such a damn geek for thinking about shape but, but..he's so aesthetically pleasing...what the fuck did I just say? Aesthetically pleasing? That's what ~he~ says..oh, crap..
I watch the shine of sweat droplets trickling down.torturously slow, hips, thighs, so...perfectly..sculpted...just the faintest shimmer in the shadows and satin around me. Dark, warm, scents. I smell perspiration. Beyond the orange aroma, a very faint wisp of bodily scent..it's not unpleasant. Hormones. I..I can't believe I'm noticing this. Since when do I smell anything? I'm logical: Not sensual. But the way it makes me feel, the way he makes me feel, so raw, so animalistic. I can't stand it anymore.
Pegasus is still lightly stroking fingers through tufts of my hair, but I interrupt him.
I grab him by the hips, thinking that my next course of action will be flinging him to the bed in a mad tussle. I've done it a million times. I'm so used to it by now-it's just routine, after all.
It's like a sport. Like basketball. A Pegasus slum dunk.
(see, a man like myself *can* make relationships workable, just compare them to sports!)
--He'll shoot.and oh boy, will he ever score...-
Except, this time, it does not work thusly.
This time, for the first time..he resists.
When I attempt to fling him across the satin sheets, I feel his full weight resist me. What the hell? What gives? I stare at him accusingly, a low growl in my throat.
He smirks. Damn it. He smirks. And that's when I know that I'm through.
"Now, now, Kaiba~boi," he hums, pressing lips against my ear and teasingly brushing a lobe with the tip of his tongue..
"...playtime is over.."
Having my earlier efforts frustrated has officially annoyed me. I hiss and recoil from his coaxing touch, grabbing him around the waist with sheer determination.
My eyes widen in stark surprise as my lunge is slapped away with a casual flick o' the wrist. That very, very lacy wrist. Much quicker, and much sharper than I would have anticipated. Pegasus is just always full of surprises, isn't he? I got the message, though. For once, it seemed that he was being serious. How dare he reject me! What? Doesn't he find me sexy anymore? What went wrong since last night? Do I have bed hair? Damn it. I bet I have bed hair. That's it. That's why he doesn't want me. Well, hell, I didn't really want him either. Stuck-up prissy little..
"Oh, Seto, will you ever cease...?"
..mind- reading....villainous...sly...cunning...sexy...bastard.must.hate..him
Ringing laughter.
I glare daggers at him, even while he laughs. Reading my mind. Obviously reading my mind..
"You really are so wonderful."
Says he with a hair toss and a sigh.
Very slowly, Pegasus leans forward, as if to plant a soft kiss upon my lips.
Hell no!
"Hey, hey! Get back, damn it!" -I spit the words with all of the venom that I can muster. "What the hell are you thinking? Agh! I don't want your frickin' morning breath in my face! Ugh-disgusting."
Apparently shaken to reality by my words, Pegasus halts wordlessly, pulling back. He resumes his earlier stance in front of me, staring at me like a child stares at it's pet hamster. Curiosity-I see on his face, among other emotions, deeper and more unreadable emotions linger for a second and flicker at me. If I had enough time, I bet I could figure out what he was thinking. But as It is, Pegasus' quickly composes himself, resumes his wanton grin, wags that slender finger at me..
"My dear little sea horse..say, have you noticed that my name references a horse, whereas yours references..a sea horse? Isn't that just a most marvelous little coincidence?"
He throws back his head and laughs, as though he had just stumbled upon the most clever and humourous piece of knowledge ever. I stare darkly at him, all the while..
Abrubtly, he stops. Guess he noticed that he was the only one laughing..
"Well..*I* think it's funny!" Says he, with a little pout.
I want to smile at his cute pout. Damn it. I want to. I won't, though.
"But, does the sea horse mind getting wet?"
I think I blink at this. Wet? What? What's he talking about?
As his hands grip my shoulders firmly, Pegasus cocks his head, indicating the adjoining bathroom. A very soft sigh escapes my parted lips before I have the mindset to prevent it. The shower..ahhhh, the shower..yes. We used it last night, during our little..."romp". Memories of sweet warm suds, mist, vapors, oils...the feel and scent of all. I can almost imagine the dark and candles, the aromas..
Before I know it, I've bolted upright onto my feet.
"Let's go." I snap promptly, tugging Pegasus by the forearm.
He grins drunkenly at my newfound enthusiasm. I love showering with Pegasus. I have weaknesses, it's true. Nothing can beat warm water and a good foamy lather to work with it..sure, there's always the risk that he might spontaneously break out into song, but I believe I can tolerate such dangers.
Like a wanton child playing a prank on their parent, Pegasus breaks my grip and tip-toes ahead of me, looking back with intermittent smiles of sugar. I sigh and follow, not deigning to increase my pace. Pegasus..always wanting to skip and make merry. I wonder sometimes if the happiness he shows isn't just a facade for my benefit. His past is not quite a happy one. But then I remember...that I am the one who has not quite escaped the past, whereas Pegasus is trying his hardest to move on. New love, new bonds. There is something so innocent and genuine about him, I cannot describe it even now. He struck me as a vile and evil bastard once, but, could he have just been a child playing with his toys..?
The sound of running water interrupts my wandering musings.
I'm in the doorway of the bathroom now.. taking in the sight of sunbathed marble...the nicely sculpted designs upon the polished cabinets, the golden handles. A wide, airy space, the air smelling faintly of shampoo, or conditioner perhaps. The flowers and dipping vines that topple over from the expensive vases. The floor is smooth and cool beneath my feet..as I feel goose bumps pop onto my legs and forearms. I'm definitely ready for that warm bath now.
Pegasus stands before me, humming in his detached-from-reality way as he spins the shower knobs, adjusting it all to his liking. After living with him as long as I have, you'd think that I would know how cold or hot he likes his showers. I don't. I don't even know if he does. His opinions always seem to differ. Just depends on his mood, I guess. If Pegasus has any flaw, it might be that he can be quite wishy-washy when it suits his taste.
Naked...in the sunlight, back turned towards me. I sigh....damn it, there better not be any drool on my lip.
He's very statuesque. Not hugely muscular, no, he'll never win a body- building contest, but not stick thin as some seem to expect either. If anything, his body is cut and lean into a very nice form. His shameless method of posing (C'mon..that's what it is, though he always plays naïve) reminds me of a gazelle sometimes. Pegasus definitely has the body of a dancer, and the agility..and...heh, the flexibility too..but I won't say anything beyond that.
And the sunlight..peeking in more vibrant bursts now, sparkling on the water....shimmering on his skin and hair..
"Well, Kaiba~boi, what are you waiting for? Staring off into space are you? I wonder what's behind those Blue Eyes..ha, do I detect thoughts of...duels, maybe? Food? Lingering dreams? Oh, you can always tell me.. ."
--As if he doesn't know the truth. Damn. I wish he wouldn't always feign ignorance of his own hotness. It's annoying. It's reverse bragging, but bragging in it's own right. I'm still a bit pissed off that he didn't seem interested in my earlier advances..but maybe I can fix that once we get into the water---
I approach.slowly, taking my time. Ha. I get to be the tease for once. I keep hoping that Pegasus will grumble.at least a little, maybe grunt, maybe tell me to hurry it up already. I want to get under his skin the way he does mine. I almost feel like smirking..especially as I get to the entrance of the glass-encased shower.
Wide shower, that. Nice and spacious, which is always a plus. You think showering with a loved one is so hot? Well, believe me-when you're in a shower that's really only built for one person and trying to fit two in-let me just say, there is absolutely nothing sexy about get your ass plastered to a cold wall while your partner gets upfront and hogs all the warm water. Fortunately, Pegasus being filthy rich and all, size and material is of no consequence. Nothing is too flashy or too expensive for him. Which is good, since, as I said, too much modesty can earn one a very cold ass.
I'm surprised he's not already in. He's just standing there, smiling at me. Always smiles with him. Half the time I think he's up to something. Half the time, I'm right.
The floor is freezing my anxious bare feet. I huff and sigh. Why is Pegasus not in yet? I wish he'd stop staring at me. Makes me uncomfortable. Too much like the way a hawk looks at it's prey. Guess he can't help it. He's a devious one, that. Knew that when I married him. Why'd I marry him again? Well.booze must have been involved.and I'm sure that some clinical insanity lurking in the back of my head..stupid messed up childhood.
"What are you waiting for?" I grumble. "Ladies first, remember?"
--I smile to myself. Pretty good taunt, I think. And fitting. But Pegasus just keeps smiling.
"Oh no, you first." He says with a melodramatic bow. Bowing naked looks .strange. "Gentleman's honour! I insist."
I give him a funny look.
"You're a quirky bastard, y'know?"
I guess I could've found some nicer way of pointing out that my husband has oddities, but it's the morning. Far far too early for sentimentality or amiability.besides, he'd be hard pressed to get either of those from me at ~any~ time of day.
I may have left my mind behind on the bed. Wait..come to think of it.why are we up early? We shouldn't be. It's our honeymoon! If there ever was a justified time to sleep late, then by Ra, it'd be now.
At once, I notice that no steam is rising from the shower. Hn. Peculiar. Considering how chilly the room is.
I pause before the shower door.
Wait---what's going on? Could it be that this isn't going to be the warm refreshing shower that I had in mind.? Could it be that it's actually going to be...to be...
..
--COLD!OHDAMNIT!SOFUCKINCOLD!!!!!!!SHIT!!!TORTURETORTURETORTUREAGHH!!!!!!!-- -
..is all I think as I feel the sudden force of hands on my back, pushing me in, deliberately dunking my head between two spewing showerheads of icy liquid.
"Mwah, Kaiba~boi, are you ~awake~ yet...?"
--I think I hear through the pounding onslaught of water drumming in my ears and the rumbling laughter all around. Bastard! Sneaky bastard! You could've told me you wanted a ~wake-up~ kind of shower, but no, just when I'm learning to trust you, you've always got to pull a new one on me!
--Another abrupt push sends me flying in---I'd topple over were it not for the hand suddenly clutching my abdomen. .Oh, I get it, he doesn't want to kill me quickly. Wants to drag it out and make me endury long minutes of misery. Through the rude awakening and the noise, and the pelting sharp ice bursts, I feel myself groan. A loud, loud groan.
"YOUBASTARDYOUBASTARDYOUBASTARDYOU-"
"...Harumph. So, I take it you're .not exactly fond of my ~suprise~. Cheer up, Kaiba~boi, the day is young. I've much worse that I could-"
"Fuck you! It's too early in the morning to do this to me! How dare you! I oughtta kick your pansy girly ass!"
"Tsk tsk, little seahorse, what sailor taught you to speak like that..? Good thing we have plenty of soap to wash that mouth out with.."
His protective arm slowly loosens the grip around my gut.abandoning me, as do my legs, and very slowly, I begin to crumple down into the basin floor of the shower. I slump and sigh..the sudden temperature change having fatigued me, making me disoriented and dizzy, verging on delirium..
I hear Pegasus step in behind me. Hands on my back, kneading, pressing, yearning..so warm, despite all the coldness..
--I slap them away. Oh no you don't! You're not getting back in good stead with me that easily! Damnit! I want to be pissed off at you right now,---I WILL be pissed off at you!
...warmth on my neck, breathing, soft slow breaths, tickling and pricking the sensitive skin just beneath my hairline.
"You know." He murmurs, "I do have hot steamed towels...there is no feeling quite like warming up after a good freeze."
He smiles. I feel him smile. The lips curl even as they brush against me. The contrast of hot flesh and blistering cold water makes shivers run down my spine.
He's on his knees behind me, teasing my hair with playful fingers and stroking the small of my back. I could almost...I could almost let him. I hate him because I love him so much...and I hate loving, needing...anything, so much. I hate being dependent...on...anyone..
The rough texture of tongue just barely scrapes me, followed by softy nipping teeth.
I pull away yet again. Damn you, damn you, damn you! You almost had me there, beautiful, but...not quite.
Water douses me, trickling all over my body, spraying into my mouth and throat. the initial chilled numbing is by now wearing off. I'm in the mood to get back up and fight. This time..Pegasus will not make me beg for him. No, no. It's my turn now. This time, he's going to beg for *me*. Two can play the tease.
With some slight difficulty, I push down on my hands and use the extra weight to lift myself to my feet. A grin spreads across my features. I look at Pegasus, oh, he's a bit surprised that I fought his advances, since normally Pegasus acting sexy can make all my defenses melt. But he doesn't look disappointed, daunted, in fact..there is a grin on him which could only be deemed as "challenging"..a sneer moreso, really, than a smirk. He likes a challenge, and I have always suspected that he sees breaking my defenses as just undertaking yet another grand ...challenge.
So, Pegasus and I would duel again, but this time.. cards would not be the tools.
Intentionally ignoring the shimmering silver apparition behind me, I turned my back to him.hoping that the crystal tributaries carving upon it would be a sufficient enticement. Continuing to pay him no mind, I carelessly dropped a bottle of soft wash suds into my hand and began to pour the creme into my palm. I wondered if he was watching me.but I did not dare to turn around. After rubbing for a moment, I had worked up some considerable bubbles..yes, he loves those-and I began to trace my fingers and hands down, following the water trails. I think I hear Pegasus chuckle behind me. He's watching, I'm sure. I can almost feel it. But in a way, being stared at me makes me uncomfortable. I feel like some damn freak being put on display.
"If you're looking, then stop. Don't you have anything better to do? Jeez.."
I mutter without turning.
Suddenly.
..
...what the fuck? Sticky, gooey, blob..right...in..my..hair..
...
Instantaneously, I spin to face him. A glimpse of myself on the fog-draped glass shows a hint of my eyes, which are wild like murder. Yeah, indeed! I might be barring my teeth right now. I'm not even sure.
"You just don't quit, do you...?"
"Oh, pish posh. Heavens, Kaiba~boi, it's torture=you six days a week now, with marginal Sunday break. You know you love it."
(that's beside the fucking point..)
"..what the hell did you just..?"
My eyes drift immediately down to his slim effeminate hands..
Shampoo. Big honey-coloured (reminds me of his eye, actually) bottle of the stuff. Herbal Essences. Well, shit. No surprise here!
"...well.." I think aloud, "at least is *is* just shampoo...not some...weird shit, or something.."
A silver eyebrow raises at me. "Oh-ho, Kaiba~boi, are you altogether suuuuuuurrrreeeeee...? I mean.could it possibly be that I...oh, you know, emptied the shampoo.and replaced it...with, say...honey..?"
---Oh, now you're trying to pysch me out, huh?! Yeah, like I'd really fall for that! Uh-uh, I'm not fucking stupid, I know even ~you~ wouldn't sink that low! ---
...but...like...what if...it really is...honey..?
...no...no...no.. .
...he might do that...too. ..
...oh helllllll.. .
Snickers ensue.
"Oh my dear! I can't believe you'd fall for that! You let me get under your skin far too easily, dear seahorse.."
Poke. Poke.
...That's it..Them's some fighting words!
One hard fast shove sends Pegasus flying against the far wall of the shower, behind the veiling curtain of droplets. Mind-reader or no, this catches him off guard. His one eye widens abruptly, as I hear the wind "oof" out of his chest.
As harsh as I may seem, I never do worry much about hurting Pegasus whenever we rough-house. Yes, to the eye, he is of a very delicate appearance, what with the coffee-creme-d skin, light silver hair, and very porcelain-woven features.
...but looks aside, he is one sturdy bastard. Yeah, when we first got together, I was very fearful of "breaking" him. Yes, you heard me right. I said "breaking". Well, damn, to me, he's always looked a bit like a china doll, what with his very crafted face and his whisper soft colouring. Oh, but just wait until we wrestled for the first time. Every now and then, we just tussle like overgrown kids. No reason. Just "because". Pegasus _always_ initiates it, too. In my mind, I even have my own silent set of absurd precautions: 1) Kicking only with shoes off, never above the knee, usually using the ankle as opposed to the sole of foot, 2) Rarely do I punch, I mostly just ~shove~ him, 3) If punching, never anywhere but the chest, his chest is quite broad and can handle a lot of force, 4) Never use full strength. Ever. No exceptions.
So, I do have a sense of safety which I am always careful to never broach. For this reason, it's very hard to determine which of us would win in a real fight. He is slightly larger in terms of height and mass, but I've been having to defend myself and kick ass for the majority of my life. In between learning all of the technological computer know-how that I've acquired over the years, I have spent some time studying forms of martial arts. Or, also, some good old fashioned punch and kick ass-kicking. Believe me, when you've been in as many wet-bars as I have, you learn all the ways of knocking down the big guys. There are some things you can't learn from the more "technical" books; .some things you just must learn from hard experience.
But Pegasus is not a "big" guy, not burly or ..stupid, either. He's sleek and graceful, and quite good at dodging.
Heh. I got him this time, though.
While Pegasus is pausing to regain his composure, I stalk over to stand before him. I am not sure what I'm going to do next. He deserves a pummeling or two though, that's for damn sure.
His silver mane is a thick wet tangle matted stubbornly in front of his eyes. In one swift smooth motion, he pushes it back so that it hangs limp and parted. He huffs a bit, sighing, his firm chest heaving before me. The sight..the drops on his forehead, so tantalizing...for just an instant, very fleeting instant, I'd say he almost looks...tired.
I reach across, bridging the small gap between us as my fingers dive for his soaked tresses.
But just as I get a handful of pewter, Pegasus springs on me like a mechanical toy being turned to life. I don't even have time to yelp.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Picking on me, huh, Kaiba~boi? Huh? Oh, you're divinely wicked! I just cannot believe you...jewel. And they call ~me~ a villain. Well, let us wash, eh?"
...he is definitely just in "one of _those_ moods" today...
Every now and then, he takes a notion to be goofy and playful, and I end up being the hapless pawn. Every. Time.
The shampoo bottle, still being held firmly between his hands, is raised above my head. Before I know it, I feel the thick semi-solid liquid goo falling on me.
And on me.
And on me.
And on me.. .
"Hey! Cut it the fuck out!"
The heavily squeezed bottle collapses upon itself with an obscene spluttering sound, as the content within is replaced by emptiness and air.
By the time he finally relinquishes his odd torture method, I am absolutely covered in shampoo. My head is a horrible Herbal Essences swamp...shit, I'll be smelling like roses and fuckin' thyme for days.. .
Dripping downward and aided by the falling water, it smears my bangs and desperately seeks to seep into my eyes. I close them tightly as the best shield I can muster. My thumbs pinch each eye individually. I can already feel a mild sting..oh Pegasus, you are so fucking dead...I swear...
The damned stuff is even on my back and shoulders. Yeah, that's how much he over-killed the cleansing situation. I believe the bottle must be half empty by now...shampoo wastefully spilt all over the place. Hell, half of it didn't even touch me, just got squirted all over the shower walls and floor. I'm no eco-freak by any means, but damn, what a wasteful mess.
..though, to Pegasus...it's just "fun"...
As I'm still wrestling with my bleary partially closed eyes, I feel very unwanted fingers lacing through my hair. Removing one hand from the ongoing ministrations, I swat at him.
I feel the cooled skin of his palm as he pushes back my wet bangs. A rag, or towel, or some cloth-I can't see what-is gently placed against my eyes.
"Wipe."
His single-worded instruction.
When I refuse the assistance---yeah, like I've ever needed help---he pushes more pleadingly.
"Oh, don't be stubborn, Seto. We wouldn't want all that pretty blue being surrounded by puffy red...now would we? So...wipe."
Very begrudgingly, I snatch the cloth from his hand and rub it viciously across my visage.
The fingers continue to explore every inch of my hair. Knotting-twisting- shaping it into all kinds of ungodly fashions. As I purge myself of the last little bit of film residue around my eyes (very much grateful to be able to do so), I believe I feel him making a point of my hair....a bit of my reflection appears above me on the shower head....oh.Ra...I look like Kemo....or Yuugi's moronic friend! Agh. ..
The hissing under my breath only serves to encourage him. He very playfully strokes the strands, trying to make tiny braids, I think. By now, my hair is nothing but a mass of thick white shampoo bubbles. Pegasus tilts my head downward so as to tweak the sensitive lower hair against my neck. As I look down, I see masses of foam clumps forming on the shower floor. Sprayed by the water, they break apart and sink down into the drain..
Everything smells now. Pegasus, me, the air. Flowers, flowers, flowers!
And it's all so sensual somehow, despite the odor, the cold, everything.I could be very turned on if I wasn't so pissed off.
Pegasus always has a number of different smells and tastes. I love exploring them all. I swear, sometimes I think that the man wakes up early, sneaks into the kitchen, and rubs himself with every fruit in the refrigerator. Hey, it's fuckin weird, but he's done weirder shit, y'know? Or maybe, possibly, he just perfumes himself a lot. Either way, I've found that he's a combination or general orange peel scent, strawberry taste in some places, vanilla in others. There is some very childish appeal in this for me. Reminds me of those little scratch and sniff things we had when we were little, except, this is more like rub and lick, as opposed to scratch and sniff, but..you know, same basic principle. Although, to be altogether honest, my favourite scent is actually not any of those fancy aromas. My favourite is the faint tang of perspiration, that very very sexy hormonal emission that one can detect in an unwashed body. It's the sort of thing that on a casual level, most would find very gross. After all, sweat is not considered highly attractive nor a great testament to self-cleanliness. However, when you know someone on an intimate level, you come to find their "personal" scent as very, very arousing. Almost an animalistic sort of thing. Raghr.
..course, now, my "personal" scent is going to be...fucking...flowers...grrr.
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