We pretended the school day never happened when we began to walk to your
house. You chatted freely about a video game and I listened. Looking
back, though, things were different. Our roles had switched. I was
*always* the one filling up our time with my talk and you were the one
always listening. It was different. The voices began to silent me.
The apartment was empty when we got there and I heard you whispering how he was working later than usual as you pulled me gently to the couch. You laid down and pulled me on top of you as you began to kiss at my neck. I moaned softly, feeling your tongue run over my skin. "Oh Joey..." I moaned softly as you began to bit at my neck.
Your father clears his throat uncomfortably, startling me out of my extasy. I jump up, rubbing at my neck, staring at him. You're slower to get up, grinning sheepishly. "Hey Dad. You're home early."
He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "Didn't I catch you like this once before?"
You coughed and looked at me through the corner of your eyes. "Yeah...twas a chick, though. And you got a lot more mad."
"You can knock up a girl, Joseph."
You groaned at your name. You climbed off the couch and took my hand and brought me to your dad. "Sean Wheeler, this is Seto Kaiba. My boyfriend."
I felt your father's eyes study me closely. I had never felt more nervous in my life. He finally took my hand and shook it warmly. "Why don't you boys go on up stairs and I'll fix dinner."
You wrapped your arm around my waist and led me up. "That was surprising," you muttered as I pulled off my uniform coat and sat down on the bed.
"Why?"
"He didn't say anything. About you. I...never mind. Don't worry about it." You jumped onto the bed and pulled me into a kiss.
I don't really remember what we had that night, but your father's eyes continued to watch me closely. "I'm really quite surprised," he said at a lull of the conversation.
"Yes?" I asked clueless, just as you groaned.
"Dad...please..."
"I never knew Joey would fall for an Oriental."
I blinked, shocked. "I...sir..."
"Dad, please. Don't."
"Don't you 'Dad, please' me, young man!" he snapped. "Honestly. It's one thing to be with a guy, but why an Oriental?"
I felt tears come to my eyes. I turned to you, upset and you took my hand. "He's Japanese-American, Dad, and it doesn't matter."
"But you said you were attracted to him. How can those crooked eyes do anything for you?"
I choked on my bite of food.
"That's the mark of Cain, you know. He killed his brother and God punished him. Gave him the mark and sent him out. There's where Orientals come from. Evil. Pure evil."
"Dad, don't do this. You're not a religious man anyway, why--"
"It doesn't matter. It's a fact. They eat dog and cat, too. Don't you, boy?"
I stared down at my food, biting at my lip.
"They think they're so much smarter than us, too. With...Sony...and Mitsubishi. All that. Kaiba Corp. That your father?"
"My adopted father," I whispered.
"Don't even get me started on Pearl Harbor..." he muttered.
"Dad, please," you begged.
"Is it true Orientals have small cocks--"
"Dad!"
I stood up. "Excuse me, please," I whispered as I rushed to the bathroom. I puked worse than ever before as tears streamed down my face. Never had I been so embarrassed and ashamed.
I came back, my head held up high. "Sorry about that," I said.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Seto, it's just--"
"Please. No worries. Your beliefs are totally understandable. But if you wanted to get technical, Adam and Eve were black and white people didn't show up until Abraham had his three wives, each boring him a different colored son. That's where we get the three main races: black, white, and the 'red' race. But even then, Cain isn't the original evil. In Hebrew mythology, God created Adam and Lilith at the same time. But Lilith thought she was equal to Adam, so she refused to submit, like God intended, so she went off and laid with all the evils, bearing all of the pain and anguish we have now. Sort of a Jewish Pandora, if you will. Then Eve was created from Adam's rib to serve him. Besides, for Cain's 'mark' to be passed on, he would have had to have a wife, which I believe he lacked. But even then, Eve ate the apple, putting the entire human race out of God's good grace. Of course, that isn't too bad, since God before gave them everything they wanted, so life wasn't all that important to them. It was the need to compete and stay alive that makes life 'interesting' or worth living. Evil isn't all that bad. 'Evil' is just 'live' backwards.
"Though, to be honest, it's hard to get weighed down by the entire religious dogma. One must wonder where God came from, since everything must have a creator or original. Religion is has, and always will be, a way for people to explain why things happen. It's easy to put the blame, if you will, on someone higher up.
"Just look at all the religions. There's always the higher god, or King God and then the lesser gods."
"What about Christianity?" you spoke up.
"Angels," I said simply. "The stories that are involved are so similar, sometimes, that one must begin to wonder if these things really did happen. Such as the Cain and Able story. In Egypt mythology, Set killed his brother, Osiris, over jealousy. Then there's a common thread with the great flood in many mythologies and the Troyligan [I'm really not sure about the spelling of that] Horse story. Modern religion comes down to one thing: the messiah. Whoever they believe the messiah was or when He will come to save His people."
You both stared at me for several, transfixed minutes. Finally, your father hit himself on the knee, laughing. "Damn. Honestly, Joey, you have yourself a real catch. You strike me, Seto, as a very atheist person, so that much knowledge...incredible. I can't barely imagine how much else you know."
"The entire 'dog' and 'cat' thing, sir, you must remember that you look at it in a bias way. There are people who would be shocked at the way we eat beef. I, myself, have never eaten dog or cat and don't frankly plan to."
"But it's what your people do," he insisted. You groaned. I corrected.
"I've never been to Japan, Mr. Wheeler. I doubt you've ever been to your 'homeland'."
"Point taken." He raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly. "Clever, respectful, and smart. That in itself makes me want to have you as my son- in-law."
You and I both choked and stared at each other. "Excuse me?" I asked.
"What?! Dad!"
"Plus, from what Joey's told me, you're one hell of a fighter. I apologize for my rudeness, Seto. If my son can recognize everything you have to offer, then there is no reason at all to question you. It doesn't matter where your ancestors came from."
I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Mr. Wheeler."
The rest of dinner was comfortable for all of us. So comfortable, in fact, that you leaned in for a kiss without a second thought. We looked up to see him smiling at us. "Has he used the 'l' word yet, Seto?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"You know. Has he told you he lov--"
"DAD!" you practically screamed.
I placed my hand on yours and shook my head, smiling. "No, not yet."
"Don't worry. It just takes us Wheelers longer to say it. I can tell he does. I know when my son's happy. He's had a few flings in the past--" you held your head in your hands, sighing, "--but he was never as happy as he is now." I turned to look at you, raising my eyebrow. Your father roared with laughter. "Don't let that put you off. He loves you. And I understand why."
I liked your father a lot afterwards. Even though I felt disgusted, and still do just thinking about it, when he said those ignorant things, I liked how real he was. You don't meet a lot of real people anymore.
We settled down for a movie, your father in a chair, and us on the couch. You took me into your arms and held me close, softly running your fingers up and down my bare arm. You'd lean in for a kiss sometimes. It felt nice. And safe. So very, very safe.
I feel a light blush enters my cheeks as I think about the next part. I can't believe it, either. I was half-asleep as you carried/dragged/lead me to your bed after the movie. You pulled off my shoes, socks, and pants, lying me onto the bed. "Good night, Seto," you whispered, kissing me lightly. You crawled into bed next to me and held me close. "Seto?" you whispered.
"Mmm?"
"I'm glad my dad liked you." You began kissing at my neck lazily.
I reach my hand out to you and was surprised enough to wake up a bit when I descover you were clad in nothing but your boxers. "Joey?" I whispered in an odd voice as my hand trailed over your muscles.
"Mmmm...yeah?"
"Do you...want to...do...it?" I whispered slowly.
"'It'?" you whispered loudly, breaking from me to stare at me.
I pulled my hand from you and blinked, embarrassed. "Nothing, forget it. I--"
"Do you?" you whispered.
"Yes..." I breathed, staring up into your warm caramel eyes.
You brushed a few locks on my hair out of my face and smiled. "To be honest, Seto, I'm not sure what to do. I know it's different then with a girl. And I don't want to hurt you."
I nodded and looked down. "Okay," I whispered.
You brought me close in your arms and sort of turned me to where we were spooning. "I still want to do something," you breathed into my ear, "right now. Because you're so fucking sexy right now and we might not get another chance." Your hand trailed down my chest and slipped under the elastic of my boxers. I sucked in a shaky breath. "Relax," you breathed, taking me in your hands and stroking me.
I groaned and bit my lip. "What about...your dad...?" I moaned softly.
You began to go faster and I could hear the grin in your face as you whispered, "He's caught me eating a girl out, this isn't a big deal."
My mouth dropped opened, shocked, but that left me open for a loud moan. "J-Joey...if you didn't...have me...like this...you'd be so dead...mmmm..."
You began sucking at my neck, giving me a hickey. Then you did something with your hand and I gasped. "Joey!" I said loud enough for your father to probably hear. "Joey...oh god...oh my god..." I wasn't trying to keep my voice down anymore as your hand went over me faster and faster. "Joey! Yes! Oh yes! Joey, Joey, Joey... Jooooeeeeyyyyy..." I moaned and bucked my hips, unable to stand it any longer. I spilled all over your hand and in between the sheets. As I was gasping for breath, you turned me around and caught me into a demanding kiss. We laid on our sides, facing each other. "I love you, Joey," I gasped.
You nuzzled my cheek. "Oh Seto..." you smiled. You placed a small kiss on my temple and ran your hand along my face. You took my hand in yours and brought it to your lips. "Seto?" you breathed.
"Yes, Joey?" I whispered back.
You began to stroke my face gently. "You're wonderful, Seto. There's absolutely no one like you." I laughed, but you caught me into a kiss. You began to kiss at my neck, breathing heavily into my ear. "Oh Seto..." you breathed.
Thinking about it, you really never did say "I love you." I wonder sometimes how you avoided it so gracefully. It's the way you said my name. Seto. I think about it and get shivers. At the time, it was like you were saying "I love you" every single time. But no. You weren't, were you? I loved you and yet you never did. Excuse me as I go destroy a few things.
It burns inside to know what we shared and yet I was cut out of. How could you have not loved me? Never mind. I know. I'm me. I'm Seto Kaiba and I'll never be loved by anyone except Mokuba. Thanks for putting me through this ride. Thanks a lot. You know, this isn't even why I hate you. When I look at you, I don't think, "Damn you for never loving me." No, I'm not like that. I'm jaded and I'm bitter, but no, I don't hold that against you. But I'll tell you one thing. The way you said my name haunts me sometimes. That's one reason I go by "Kaiba."
Fuck it. You know why I hate you? What you did? What you did to me? The embarrassment I had to go through? What you did? Well, remember what happened when I went home? Of course you do. How could you forget?
You saw the bruises. Everyone saw them. I must have looked disgusting. I didn't want to go to school, but he made me. I didn't have a choice in the matter, did I? I was forced into it. I didn't want to go for anything. It hurt so much. Then I withdrew. I wouldn't talk to anyone, not you, not Mokuba, and certainly not anyone at school. It was embarrassing. Because, for once, it wasn't a few bruises I could have gotten fighting with you. It was every inch of visible skin bruised a sickly greenish-purple, while what was covered was bluish-black. There were swollen hand marks on my neck and it hurt terribly when I sat down.
The apartment was empty when we got there and I heard you whispering how he was working later than usual as you pulled me gently to the couch. You laid down and pulled me on top of you as you began to kiss at my neck. I moaned softly, feeling your tongue run over my skin. "Oh Joey..." I moaned softly as you began to bit at my neck.
Your father clears his throat uncomfortably, startling me out of my extasy. I jump up, rubbing at my neck, staring at him. You're slower to get up, grinning sheepishly. "Hey Dad. You're home early."
He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "Didn't I catch you like this once before?"
You coughed and looked at me through the corner of your eyes. "Yeah...twas a chick, though. And you got a lot more mad."
"You can knock up a girl, Joseph."
You groaned at your name. You climbed off the couch and took my hand and brought me to your dad. "Sean Wheeler, this is Seto Kaiba. My boyfriend."
I felt your father's eyes study me closely. I had never felt more nervous in my life. He finally took my hand and shook it warmly. "Why don't you boys go on up stairs and I'll fix dinner."
You wrapped your arm around my waist and led me up. "That was surprising," you muttered as I pulled off my uniform coat and sat down on the bed.
"Why?"
"He didn't say anything. About you. I...never mind. Don't worry about it." You jumped onto the bed and pulled me into a kiss.
I don't really remember what we had that night, but your father's eyes continued to watch me closely. "I'm really quite surprised," he said at a lull of the conversation.
"Yes?" I asked clueless, just as you groaned.
"Dad...please..."
"I never knew Joey would fall for an Oriental."
I blinked, shocked. "I...sir..."
"Dad, please. Don't."
"Don't you 'Dad, please' me, young man!" he snapped. "Honestly. It's one thing to be with a guy, but why an Oriental?"
I felt tears come to my eyes. I turned to you, upset and you took my hand. "He's Japanese-American, Dad, and it doesn't matter."
"But you said you were attracted to him. How can those crooked eyes do anything for you?"
I choked on my bite of food.
"That's the mark of Cain, you know. He killed his brother and God punished him. Gave him the mark and sent him out. There's where Orientals come from. Evil. Pure evil."
"Dad, don't do this. You're not a religious man anyway, why--"
"It doesn't matter. It's a fact. They eat dog and cat, too. Don't you, boy?"
I stared down at my food, biting at my lip.
"They think they're so much smarter than us, too. With...Sony...and Mitsubishi. All that. Kaiba Corp. That your father?"
"My adopted father," I whispered.
"Don't even get me started on Pearl Harbor..." he muttered.
"Dad, please," you begged.
"Is it true Orientals have small cocks--"
"Dad!"
I stood up. "Excuse me, please," I whispered as I rushed to the bathroom. I puked worse than ever before as tears streamed down my face. Never had I been so embarrassed and ashamed.
I came back, my head held up high. "Sorry about that," I said.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Seto, it's just--"
"Please. No worries. Your beliefs are totally understandable. But if you wanted to get technical, Adam and Eve were black and white people didn't show up until Abraham had his three wives, each boring him a different colored son. That's where we get the three main races: black, white, and the 'red' race. But even then, Cain isn't the original evil. In Hebrew mythology, God created Adam and Lilith at the same time. But Lilith thought she was equal to Adam, so she refused to submit, like God intended, so she went off and laid with all the evils, bearing all of the pain and anguish we have now. Sort of a Jewish Pandora, if you will. Then Eve was created from Adam's rib to serve him. Besides, for Cain's 'mark' to be passed on, he would have had to have a wife, which I believe he lacked. But even then, Eve ate the apple, putting the entire human race out of God's good grace. Of course, that isn't too bad, since God before gave them everything they wanted, so life wasn't all that important to them. It was the need to compete and stay alive that makes life 'interesting' or worth living. Evil isn't all that bad. 'Evil' is just 'live' backwards.
"Though, to be honest, it's hard to get weighed down by the entire religious dogma. One must wonder where God came from, since everything must have a creator or original. Religion is has, and always will be, a way for people to explain why things happen. It's easy to put the blame, if you will, on someone higher up.
"Just look at all the religions. There's always the higher god, or King God and then the lesser gods."
"What about Christianity?" you spoke up.
"Angels," I said simply. "The stories that are involved are so similar, sometimes, that one must begin to wonder if these things really did happen. Such as the Cain and Able story. In Egypt mythology, Set killed his brother, Osiris, over jealousy. Then there's a common thread with the great flood in many mythologies and the Troyligan [I'm really not sure about the spelling of that] Horse story. Modern religion comes down to one thing: the messiah. Whoever they believe the messiah was or when He will come to save His people."
You both stared at me for several, transfixed minutes. Finally, your father hit himself on the knee, laughing. "Damn. Honestly, Joey, you have yourself a real catch. You strike me, Seto, as a very atheist person, so that much knowledge...incredible. I can't barely imagine how much else you know."
"The entire 'dog' and 'cat' thing, sir, you must remember that you look at it in a bias way. There are people who would be shocked at the way we eat beef. I, myself, have never eaten dog or cat and don't frankly plan to."
"But it's what your people do," he insisted. You groaned. I corrected.
"I've never been to Japan, Mr. Wheeler. I doubt you've ever been to your 'homeland'."
"Point taken." He raised his eyebrows and nodded approvingly. "Clever, respectful, and smart. That in itself makes me want to have you as my son- in-law."
You and I both choked and stared at each other. "Excuse me?" I asked.
"What?! Dad!"
"Plus, from what Joey's told me, you're one hell of a fighter. I apologize for my rudeness, Seto. If my son can recognize everything you have to offer, then there is no reason at all to question you. It doesn't matter where your ancestors came from."
I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Mr. Wheeler."
The rest of dinner was comfortable for all of us. So comfortable, in fact, that you leaned in for a kiss without a second thought. We looked up to see him smiling at us. "Has he used the 'l' word yet, Seto?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"You know. Has he told you he lov--"
"DAD!" you practically screamed.
I placed my hand on yours and shook my head, smiling. "No, not yet."
"Don't worry. It just takes us Wheelers longer to say it. I can tell he does. I know when my son's happy. He's had a few flings in the past--" you held your head in your hands, sighing, "--but he was never as happy as he is now." I turned to look at you, raising my eyebrow. Your father roared with laughter. "Don't let that put you off. He loves you. And I understand why."
I liked your father a lot afterwards. Even though I felt disgusted, and still do just thinking about it, when he said those ignorant things, I liked how real he was. You don't meet a lot of real people anymore.
We settled down for a movie, your father in a chair, and us on the couch. You took me into your arms and held me close, softly running your fingers up and down my bare arm. You'd lean in for a kiss sometimes. It felt nice. And safe. So very, very safe.
I feel a light blush enters my cheeks as I think about the next part. I can't believe it, either. I was half-asleep as you carried/dragged/lead me to your bed after the movie. You pulled off my shoes, socks, and pants, lying me onto the bed. "Good night, Seto," you whispered, kissing me lightly. You crawled into bed next to me and held me close. "Seto?" you whispered.
"Mmm?"
"I'm glad my dad liked you." You began kissing at my neck lazily.
I reach my hand out to you and was surprised enough to wake up a bit when I descover you were clad in nothing but your boxers. "Joey?" I whispered in an odd voice as my hand trailed over your muscles.
"Mmmm...yeah?"
"Do you...want to...do...it?" I whispered slowly.
"'It'?" you whispered loudly, breaking from me to stare at me.
I pulled my hand from you and blinked, embarrassed. "Nothing, forget it. I--"
"Do you?" you whispered.
"Yes..." I breathed, staring up into your warm caramel eyes.
You brushed a few locks on my hair out of my face and smiled. "To be honest, Seto, I'm not sure what to do. I know it's different then with a girl. And I don't want to hurt you."
I nodded and looked down. "Okay," I whispered.
You brought me close in your arms and sort of turned me to where we were spooning. "I still want to do something," you breathed into my ear, "right now. Because you're so fucking sexy right now and we might not get another chance." Your hand trailed down my chest and slipped under the elastic of my boxers. I sucked in a shaky breath. "Relax," you breathed, taking me in your hands and stroking me.
I groaned and bit my lip. "What about...your dad...?" I moaned softly.
You began to go faster and I could hear the grin in your face as you whispered, "He's caught me eating a girl out, this isn't a big deal."
My mouth dropped opened, shocked, but that left me open for a loud moan. "J-Joey...if you didn't...have me...like this...you'd be so dead...mmmm..."
You began sucking at my neck, giving me a hickey. Then you did something with your hand and I gasped. "Joey!" I said loud enough for your father to probably hear. "Joey...oh god...oh my god..." I wasn't trying to keep my voice down anymore as your hand went over me faster and faster. "Joey! Yes! Oh yes! Joey, Joey, Joey... Jooooeeeeyyyyy..." I moaned and bucked my hips, unable to stand it any longer. I spilled all over your hand and in between the sheets. As I was gasping for breath, you turned me around and caught me into a demanding kiss. We laid on our sides, facing each other. "I love you, Joey," I gasped.
You nuzzled my cheek. "Oh Seto..." you smiled. You placed a small kiss on my temple and ran your hand along my face. You took my hand in yours and brought it to your lips. "Seto?" you breathed.
"Yes, Joey?" I whispered back.
You began to stroke my face gently. "You're wonderful, Seto. There's absolutely no one like you." I laughed, but you caught me into a kiss. You began to kiss at my neck, breathing heavily into my ear. "Oh Seto..." you breathed.
Thinking about it, you really never did say "I love you." I wonder sometimes how you avoided it so gracefully. It's the way you said my name. Seto. I think about it and get shivers. At the time, it was like you were saying "I love you" every single time. But no. You weren't, were you? I loved you and yet you never did. Excuse me as I go destroy a few things.
It burns inside to know what we shared and yet I was cut out of. How could you have not loved me? Never mind. I know. I'm me. I'm Seto Kaiba and I'll never be loved by anyone except Mokuba. Thanks for putting me through this ride. Thanks a lot. You know, this isn't even why I hate you. When I look at you, I don't think, "Damn you for never loving me." No, I'm not like that. I'm jaded and I'm bitter, but no, I don't hold that against you. But I'll tell you one thing. The way you said my name haunts me sometimes. That's one reason I go by "Kaiba."
Fuck it. You know why I hate you? What you did? What you did to me? The embarrassment I had to go through? What you did? Well, remember what happened when I went home? Of course you do. How could you forget?
You saw the bruises. Everyone saw them. I must have looked disgusting. I didn't want to go to school, but he made me. I didn't have a choice in the matter, did I? I was forced into it. I didn't want to go for anything. It hurt so much. Then I withdrew. I wouldn't talk to anyone, not you, not Mokuba, and certainly not anyone at school. It was embarrassing. Because, for once, it wasn't a few bruises I could have gotten fighting with you. It was every inch of visible skin bruised a sickly greenish-purple, while what was covered was bluish-black. There were swollen hand marks on my neck and it hurt terribly when I sat down.
