**I AM SOOOOOO SORRY!!!! If you read the "orginal version" of this chapter
earlier today you'd understand. I didn't realize that it had cut all that
out!! Damn FFN screwed me over...grrrrr....but, it's fixed now. This SHOULD
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but on a happier note HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!
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Warning: This story contains YAOI for those who don't know that is BOY/BOY relationships!! If you have a problem with that sort of thing DO NOT READ THIS! RUN AWAY!!
Oh, just incase you didn't know, a night terror is when you wake up screaming. A nightmare is just a bad dream.
'thoughts'
"spoken"
*** character change, time lapse, you get the picture
Chapter Nine
"No, it's too big. Don't you have anything smaller?" Ryou asked while he looked Katsuya up and down critically.
"Yeah, I think so." The blonde replied as he searched through the piles of his clothes on the ground.
After Katsuya had gotten home, and the fact that Seto had agreed to go out on a date with him fully set in, he found himself wondering an age old question which up to that point he had always believed plagued only the female population: What the hell was he going to wear?!
He normally liked his clothes, but they all seemed so inadequate and he couldn't piece together an outfit that he thought would look even halfway decent to save his life. So he finally broke down and decided he needed to ask for help from one of his friends. He had considered Honda, but the guy wouldn't have any good ideas either given the way he dressed. So then he thought of Yuugi and Yami, and then immediately thought better of it. Knowing them, they would have him wearing some skin tight, black leather, sleeveless outfit, complete with straps and buckles that would have Seto thinking he was some sort of S&M fanatic. So then he decided Ryou. He honestly didn't know why he hadn't instantly thought of the pale boy, after all he was awfully effeminate.
Katsuya hadn't told Ryou why he needed his help, of course. He wanted to wait till at least after their first date before he went around and told his friends all about him and Seto being an item.
"Did you find the other sweater yet, Jou?" Ryou asked.
"No, I would have if somebody's yami," He threw a pointed glance at Ryou. "Hadn't decided that your method of carefully lying my clothes on my bed was too slow and tossed everything out of my closet and on to the floor."
"Yeah, well, he does get impatient."
Katsuya stopped his search for a moment and grinned at Ryou. "And you know all about that impatient streak, don't you Ryou? So, do the janitors have to sanitize the bathroom or did you and Bakura miraculously make it home?"
"Shut up," Ryou made a face at him. "Maybe once you get into a relationship with someone you'll understand."
"When I get into a relationship with someone, I won't be running into the school bathrooms with them and start clawing off their clothes." Katsuya rolled his eyes.
An expression that looked suspiciously like 'how did you know?!' flickered across Ryou's face. Katsuya decided not to ask about it.
"Here it is!" Katsuya said triumphantly as he held up a lime green and red striped turtle neck sweater.
Ryou frowned. "Uh..."
"This is the size of the other sweaters," Jou explained quickly. "They're different colors." He reassured him as he pulled it over his head.
He then found himself staring into the dark, burning eyes of a psychotic yami.
"GAH!!" Jou screamed and fell back. He glared up. "Don't scare me like that, Bakura!"
Bakura ignored him and still stared intently at the sweater, then his eyes shifted to Ryou. "Ryou? Did you get that sweat from the shadow realm?"
"No..." Ryou said slowly. "Why?"
His eyes narrowed even sharper in scrutiny. "It looks a lot like a sweater one of those carolers had on."
"So you did banish them!!" Ryou shrieked. "Bakura why would you do that?!"
Bakura looked back at Ryou and exclaimed. "They're a menace, hikari! An evil, evil menace with off key voices!"
"You're kinda an evil menace too..."
Bakura drew himself up proudly. "Yes, but I have a much better singing voice."
Ryou cleared his throat. "Why don't you head home before you mess up Jou's room even more?"
"Nuh uh!" Bakura grinned and giggled as he launched himself at Ryou and hugged him tightly while nuzzling a bit into his neck.
Katsuya, who had yet to get off the floor, had been watching the whole exchange between the two boys and only now noticed something Bakura had clasped in his right hand.
It was a small shot glass from his father's cabinet, some liquor still lingering at the bottom.
"Bakura," Ryou gasped. "Are you drunk?!"
Bakura giggled again and ran his finger down Ryou's torso suggestively. "Maybe..." He purred, and began to assault the pale boy's neck.
"Kura!" Ryou yelped and vainly tried to push him off. "Stop!! Jou's here!!" Ryou pointed a finger in Katsuya's direction.
"So? Tell him to get out, Love." Bakura mumbled against Ryou's throat.
"We're in Jou's bedroom..." Ryou protested his tone considerably weaker than before as he bent his neck to the side to give Bakura more accessibility.
"Exactly, my pretty little Ryou. We're in a bedroom, we should put it to good use."
"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!!" Jou screeched. He had jumped to his feet, knowing he could no longer ignore the looming threat of Ryou and Bakura and anything more in his bedroom, particularly in his bed!
Dear God, the night terrors that would surely follow!
Ryou eeped and looked over Bakura's shoulder.
"Bakura you are not doing ANYTHING with him in MY room!!!"
Bakura stopped his administrations to Ryou's neck and glared at Katsuya. "Oh really?"
"Um...ye-yeah. Yo-you're going to go h-home now." Katsuya answered. Bakura's eye had developed a slight twitch.
"And why should I listen to you?" He asked in a dangerously even voice.
"Be-because, if you don't...uh, er, I'll...um-" Katsuya gazed imploring at Ryou for ideas.
Ryou suddenly stood on the tip of his toes, placing his hand on Bakura's shoulders to steady himself, and whispered something in the yami's ear.
Bakura's eyes snapped wide and he whirled around on Ryou. "You will?!!" He asked excitedly.
Ryou nodded his head and Bakura pulled him into a quick, passionate kiss. When he pulled back his breath rate had increased and his eyes were gleaming with hunger. "Get. Home. Soon." Bakura said huskily before he left.
Katsuya and Ryou stood in silence until they heard the door to the hallway close.
"What did you say?" Katsuya asked Ryou, almost in awe at how easily Ryou managed his yami.
Ryou flushed red to the tip of his hairline. "Nothing." He then seemed to remember why he was there in the first place and smiled at Katsuya's outfit. "The colors are awful, but the size is much better."
"I think I have a gray one and a solid hunter green...somewhere."
Ryou started to help Jou on his search for the sweaters. "So where is your father? He's usually home by now." Ryou asked in a fake off hand question. He knew Ryou was just trying to get away from all the subject matters including him and Bakura.
"He's at my Aunt's visiting. He won't be home till Thursday."
"Oh, I see."
After a few moments of awkward quiet, Katsuya broke it with a low snicker. "Bakura's really affectionate when he's drunk, huh Ryou?"
"Shut up!"
***
Seto tilted his head side to side, closely inspecting his reflection in the bathroom. He spun around a few times before deciding that the spinning made him feel stupid and immature and stopped. He shook his head at the sweater he had on. 'No, not the red...maybe I should go with the black one.'
"What are you doing?" Mokuba asked from behind him. Seto could see his brother standing with his arms crossed in the doorway in the mirror.
"Haven't you learned by now not to enter my bathroom before knocking?"
Mokuba giggled at the memory of the...compromising position he had found his brother in.
The small boy smirked at Seto. "I didn't hear anything, so I figured my eyes wouldn't start burning." Mokuba scowled. "You're avoiding my question, Seto."
"You never used to pick up on it when I did that." Seto frowned.
"Seto..."
"I'm meeting up with someone very important tonight, Mokuba. I want to look good." Seto told him then turned around and walked past his brother into his bedroom. He threw the closet doors open to find his various sweaters.
"What do you want, Mokuba?" Seto asked. Mokuba had followed him into the room and was regarding him carefully.
Mokuba's eyes widened in sudden realization. "You're going on a date, aren't you?"
Seto tried to maintain his composure and in a calm voice asked, "Why would you say that?"
"You've met tons of important people, but you never take so long choosing an outfit."
Seto didn't say a word, silently musing on how well his brother knew him. Mokuba was right. Seto never gave a damn about pleasing other people. Looking good in front of them was just a personal thing.
But tonight was different.
"Seto!" Mokuba whined.
Seto ignored him and pulled four sweaters off their hangers and laid them carefully on his bed. He looked at them all closely before decided that the black one really would look the best.
Mokuba spoke up. "Is it Jou?"
Seto's hand faltered in reaching for the sweater for the briefest of moments, but that was enough time. Mokuba clapped his hands together and smiled happily. "It is! This is great! I knew you two would get together, I just knew it!"
Seto peeled off his red sweater and pulled the black one on. "It's only one date, Mokuba."
"But...you two are a couple now, right?"
Seto stopped his movements and stared at a spot on the wall. "I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you're not sure?!" Mokuba shouted disbelievingly. "You're always sure about everything!"
"Katsuya is different." Seto said slowly, not positive if his brother could understand what he was saying. "I'm not sure about anything when it comes to him."
"But you're sure that you like him, aren't you?" Mokuba asked watching his brother curiously. Seto didn't say anything, but allowed a small smile to take shape on his lips.
*** Knock, knock, knock.
Katsuya froze at the sound of knocking on the door.
'Seto...? He's a full two hours early!! What the hell is he doing here?! GAH!! I'm not ready!!"
The door sounded again, the taps sharper than before.
"I'll get it." Ryou said as he stood up off the ground.
"NO!" Katsuya jumped in front of his friend to block his path. 'Ryou doesn't know...no one knows! I can't have him see Kaiba! He'll know all about us! Hell, I don't even know if there is a 'us' yet!'
Ryou cocked his head to side. "It's no big deal, Jou-"
"I know, but, I'll get it anyway!" He then glared threateningly at Ryou, and pointed his finger at him. "You stay here!"
"But it might be Bakura..."
"Or it may not be! So you just stay in here, okay buddy?" Katsuya flashed him a brilliant smile.
The soft knocks had now turned into angry pounding.
Ryou opened his mouth to speak again, but Katsuya pushed him further into his bedroom and shut the door. He sprinted to the door, ignoring Ryou's protests.
Katsuya ran his hands through his hair a few times and turned the knob.
"Hey Se..." The words died on his tongue as he saw who was there.
"About time you opened your door, Katsuya!" Mrs. Shindou huffed. "Honestly, you take so long sometimes!"
"Ah...Mrs. Shindou! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I had some spare baking ingredients so I decided to make a batch of cookies for you, Katsuya!" She nodded her head to the plate of oatmeal cookies she held in her hands.
Katsuya grinned widely and moved aside so she could come in. He took a cookie off the top and bit into it.
"Mmm! These are real good Mrs. Shindou! Thanks!" He then remembered the white haired boy he had in his room. "Ryou! Come on out and get a cookie!"
Mrs. Shindou frowned. "Ryou...?"
Ryou's head popped out of the door and he looked around cautiously as if he expected Katsuya to push him in again. When he came to the conclusion there was no danger, he came out towards them. He smiled sweetly at Mrs. Shindou. "Hello, ma'am." He greeted friendly.
"Take one, Ryou. They're good." Katsuya pointed to the cookies.
Ryou grabbed one and ate part of it. "Mmm, these are delicious." Mrs. Shindou didn't say a word, she just stared in shock at Ryou. "Erm, ma'am?"
The woman pushed the plate of cookies into Ryou's arms, the edge of the plate hit his stomach hard and caused him to double over a bit. She rounded sharply on Katsuya, her hands were placed firmly on her hips, and her eyes flashing maddeningly. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She howled.
Through a mouth full of cookie crumbs Katsuya mumbled, "Eatin'..."
Her eyes narrowed and she jutted a finger at Ryou. "With him I mean! What happened to Boy Toy?! I liked him!"
Ryou choked on his cookie. "B-boy Toy?!"
Mrs. Shindou's eyes darted over at him. "Yes, Boy Toy. That's the name I gave the attractive young man."
"Who's Boy Toy?" Ryou asked Katsuya.
Mrs. Shindou turned her focus back on Jou. "He's such an attractive and sweet boy! Have you forgotten all about him, Katsuya?!"
Katsuya blanched at her screams and Ryou's questioning looks. "No, of course I haven't for-"
"Forgotten who?" Ryou interrupted.
"Just because you're getting frustrated with his shyness, doesn't mean that you should cheat on him!"
"I'M NOT CHEATING ON HIM!"
"Excuse me, but who is this 'him' person?"
"Not cheating on him, eh? Then what's this!?" Mrs. Shindou pointed again at Ryou. "That boy is very nice, you know! Giving his scarf to you...And you're in here with some...some HUSSY!"
"HUSSY?!" Ryou screeched, outraged. "I'M NOT A HUSSY!!"
Katsuya took a deep breath and slowly explained. "Mrs. Shindou, I'm not cheating on him. Ryou was helping me to decide what to where tonight on my date with him."
Mrs. Shindou eyed him suspiciously. "Honest? You're not cheating on him?"
Katsuya stared into her eyes unwaveringly and sincerely. "I'd never hurt him."
"Ohh!" She cooed as she affectionately pushed a few strands of hair out of his face. "That's so sweet!"
It was almost scary how quickly that woman's moods fluctuated.
She flushed in embarrassment as she turned to Ryou. A nervous laugh erupted from her throat. "Um, heh heh, sorry about that 'hussy' comment, sweetie. It's just, well the boy is so darling that I got upset at the mere thought, you know?"
"It's okay." Ryou sighed. "Really, it's all right."
"I couldn't really help it," Mrs. Shindou carried on. "You're just such a pretty boy that I could see turning people's heads." Her eyes ran up and down his body quickly and she winked at him. "If I was young again you sure as hell would've turned mine!"
Ryou gave a weak smile, his face had taken on an awful shade of red.
Mrs. Shindou chuckled at his response. She gave a curt wave good-bye and was half way out the door before she stopped to look over her shoulder at Jou. "Now remember what I said this morning, Katsuya. Do. Not. Pressure. Him! When he's ready to commit to a physical relationship, Seto will tell you himself. Have fun on your date tonight!" She shut the door behind herself.
Katsuya's face was plastered with an expression of the utmost horror. 'NOW! NOW SHE DECIDES TO SAY HIS NAME?!'
"Seto?" Ryou whispered to him. His mouth was fallen open and his eyes had widened. "Seto as in Kaiba Seto?!"
Katsuya looked innocently up at the ceiling.
Ryou gasped. "I can't believe this! You and Kaiba?! How?! When?! You two are always fighting! Since when do you-"
Katsuya snatched a cookie off the plate Ryou was still holding and shoved it into Ryou's mouth. "Have another cookie, Ryou."
Ryou made a gurgled protest and glared at him.
"And you can go home now." Katsuya continued. "I imagine Bakura's becoming restless, and that can't be good for the health of your neighbors. Oh, and Ryou? This Seto and me...thing, that's just between us, okay?"
Ryou nodded numbly, half the cookie still sticking out of his mouth.
***
Seto stopped his car in front of the main entrance to the puppy's apartment. He glimpsed at the red digital numbers, 6:50, so he was ten minutes early. No matter. Katsuya surely would be ready. He walked up the slightly crooked, stone steps and into the main hallway. But once he was inside the building he realized he had no clue as to where Katsuya's apartment was.
"Hey mister, who are you?" A small voice asked him.
"Huh?" Seto looked down. A little brown haired girl in a long purple sleeping gown and clutching tightly to a tattered stuffed teddy bear stood next to his leg. Her head barely reached to his hip.
She looked up at him with a confused face, her eyes bleary with tiredness and she repeated her question. "Who are you, mister?"
"I'm Kaiba Seto." He replied, glancing quickly around to see where the girl's parents were.
The girl screwed her face up in concentration. "Kaiba Seto? I don't know anyone by that name, mister. You must not live here." She then looked sadly at him. "Are you lost, mister?"
"No, I'm not lost." Seto answered, slightly touched by how cute the little girl was.
"Are you looking for someone, mister?" The little girl asked.
"Actually, yes I am. They live in this building." Seto crouched down so he was almost level with the child. "Do you think you could help me?"
The girl smiled broadly. "'Course I can, mister! I know everyone in this building!"
"Do you know what number Jounouchi Katsuya's apartment is?" He asked softly.
She nodded her head enthusiastically. "Sure do, mister! He's in 5D."
Seto started to get back up, but her little hand stopped him. "Are you a friend of Katsuya's, mister?"
Seto smiled. "Something like that." This answer seemed to be suffice to the young girl and she let him go. He frowned down at her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Oh, I'm waiting for my daddy, mister." She explained. "He works late on Monday nights."
Seto patted her head gently. "Well, good night."
"Good night, mister!" She said as he began to ascend the stair way.
Seto smiled to himself. He always had liked children.
He turned his head side to side, examining the numbers on the doors. He had made it to the fifth floor and twice he had nearly fallen due to stray items on the steps.
Finally he found 5D, he took a deep breath (for some reason unknown to him, his breath had shortened and his heart had begun to pound harder) and raised a fist to knock when a light-hearted voice from behind him made him stop.
"Oh there you are! I was wondering when you'd get here to pick Katsuya up for your date." The voice said.
Seto turned around. "Hello, Mrs. Shindou." He said weakly. 'What is it with this woman? Is she always here?! And how does she know I'm here to pick Katsuya up?'
Her demeanor then became very serious. "I talked with Katsuya. You have nothing to worry about."
Seto looked at the old woman oddly. "What?"
Mrs. Shindou grasped his hand in hers and smiled kindly up at him. She gently whispered, "He cares so much about you."
Seto couldn't help the softening in his eyes at the woman's words. She sounded so honest.
The edges of her mouth curved slightly. "We talked about one other thing."
"Oh? And what was that?" Seto secretly hoped that she was going to say another admission of how much he meant to Katsuya, he found that he enjoyed hearing that.
"Katsuya is a very patient person." She said.
Seto expected her to continue, but that was it.
He raised an eyebrow. "No, he isn't. He's the most high-strung, hotheaded person I know. He's very pushy."
"He is?" Mrs. Shindou asked glowering. "I'll have to have another talk with that boy. But don't you worry, dear, I'm sure he'll wait till you're ready."
Seto gave her a bewildered look. "Ready for what?"
She set her hand on his cheek and sighed dreamily. "So sweet."
And then she just walked away.
No explanation.
No elaboration.
Just another weird moment courtesy of Mrs. Shindou.
Seto shook his head and tapped on Katsuya's door. He barely ended the first the knock before the door swung open, giving view to the puppy standing with his coat, gloves, and scarf already on.
"Hi." Katsuya said a little breathlessly.
"Are you ready to go?" Seto needlessly asked.
"Uh huh." Jou nodded and locked the door behind him.
As they were walking down the stairs (and skillfully dodging the items strewn about) Seto asked. "So, where exactly am I taking you?"
Katsuya stared at him incredulously. "Haven't you ever been to the park?"
Seto shot him an annoyed look. "Of course I've been to the park before."
"Really!?" Katsuya gasped in mock shock. "The great and almighty Kaiba Seto went somewhere where the commoners go?! Ye Gods!"
"Ha ha. Aren't you the amusing one, puppy." Seto rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smile playing on his lips.
"We're going to the middle of the park. There's this brick pavilion the musicians play in." Katsuya told him. "You'll like it, I think the music is like you."
"How is it like me?" Seto asked as they passed the small girl being carried off to bed by her presumed father.
"It just is."
"How?"
"Why do you keep asking the same thing?" Katsuya scowled.
"Because you keep evading the question." Seto replied. He was suddenly struck how much he could sound like his little brother at times.
"It's...elegant." Katsuya mumbled, avoiding Seto's eyes and focusing on the stairs. "And kinda graceful."
"You think I'm like that?" Seto smirked.
The blonde boy continued to stare at the ground. "Well, yeah. I mean, the way you talk when you're explaining things. And the ways that you move-"
Seto choked on a snicker.
Katsuya wrinkled his nose at him. "Shut up!" He then crossed his arms defiantly.
Seto sighed. He really didn't want the puppy to ignore him all night. 'Maybe if I kissed him he wouldn't be so tense...'
"Do you go there often?" Seto asked. For some reason he didn't think Jou would take all to kindly to being slammed against the wall and kissed
Katsuya looked out of the corner of his eye warily at Seto. "Yeah, I do. Especially around the Holidays. All the lights and garland are up and it looks real nice and the--is that your car?"
Katsuya was pointing to the blue sports car. It was a different car from the one Seto had dropped him off in on the day back from Kaiba Corp.
Seto opened the passenger side door and Katsuya squealed in excitement.
"What?" Seto demanded. He didn't like being confused, and seemed to be in that state more and more where Katsuya was concerned.
"I get to drive!" Katsuya cheered happily.
"Uh, no. No, you don't."
"But...you're getting in the passenger side..." Katsuya pouted. Seto thought the puppy appeared particularly adorable when pouting.
"No, I was opening the door for you." Seto explained. "Isn't that what dates are supposed to do?"
Katsuya gave him a blank stare. At last he regained his senses, though not quite the way Seto would have expected.
The puppy started laughing at him.
"Who would've guessed, Kaiba Seto an old fashioned dater! Ha ha!"
Seto couldn't help the blush that began to set into his cheeks. "Just shut up and get in the car." He hissed.
Katsuya collected his composer, straightened up, and got in. He put his hand on the top of the car door frame. His fingertips brushed against Seto's so briefly that Seto couldn't decipher if it was an innocent touch or a conniving move by Katsuya to make Seto's stomach do a flip.
Katsuya cocked his head to the side behind the glass window at Seto for just standing out there. He had a small smirk on his lips. "You getting in?" He mouthed.
'Damn him...' Seto thought affectionately as he made his way to the other side of the car.
***
"Turn right here, then you go down this street for about a quarter mile and turn le-"
"I know where the park is." Seto glared at the road.
Katsuya smirked playfully. "Sorry, I keep forgetting that you aren't always chauffeured in your royal carriage."
"I can make you walk, you know."
"Would you walk with me?" Katsuya whispered and carefully watched Seto's reaction.
Seto spared him a glimpse. "Yes." He answered finally.
Katsuya smiled, pleased by the response. He leaned in closer. If he wanted, he could kiss him. Ever since Seto had picked him up for their date, Katsuya had been going over his mind how he could find the right moment to kiss the other boy. 'I could just lean in and kiss him right now. Maybe not on the lips, but that's okay.' Katsuya took a deep breath. 'Damn it, Katsuya! What are you so nervous about?! You are on a date with Seto! He acted all boyfriend-like with that door opening thing, why shouldn't you kiss him?! Just...lean...and...bit closer...'
"Hey, p-" Seto broke off as he jerked back. Katsuya wasn't that close, not yet at least, but the short distance had obviously surprised him.
'Damn!' Katsuya thought bitterly. 'I knew I should of just sprung a kiss on him!'
"As I was about to say," Seto interrupted his silent musings. "Do you know what's with that Shindou woman?"
"What do you mean?"
"She said that I 'shouldn't be nervous' and that you were a 'patient person'." Seto informed him. "Do you have any idea what she was talking about?"
Katsuya flushed and frantically hoped Seto didn't notice. "Uh...not a clue..."
"She said she talked to you about it."
Katsuya was saved from having to respond by Seto announcing that they had arrived to the park.
***
Just as Katsuya had predicted, the park looked beautiful. There were walkways throughout the entire area, all of which had been paved over the previous summer. The paths were lined with brass, antique style street lights whose posts were wrapped with green garland and red Christmas tree ornaments. The bright light the lamps gave off made the snow and ice glisten and gleam.
Katsuya couldn't help noticing the lights had the same affect on Seto's eyes.
The dark blue appeared even darker, yet at the same, they sparkled brighter than any time Katsuya had seen them before. Seto's pale skin seemed to be accentuated to the point it looked porcelain.
Soft and flawless.
Seto turned his eyes on Katsuya. "Which way?"
Katsuya didn't respond right away, he was still a little dazed by Seto. "Erm, we just follow this path."
The two set down the path. Katsuya inched closer to Seto with each step until he had managed to walk near enough to touch shoulders. Or rather to touch his shoulder to Seto's upper arm.
On more than one occasion he caught Seto casting furtive glances at him.
Katsuya felt obscenely ecstatic by that.
"Hm?" Katsuya asked with a grin as he caught Seto's eyes. "You keep staring."
"You're wearing my scarf again." He stated.
Katsuya reached slid the bottom of the scarf through his fingers. "I like it."
"I do too."
A fearful glint appeared in Katsuya's eyes. "Do you want it back?"
"No!" Seto said a little too quickly. He coughed into hand in attempt to hide his embarrassment. "I like it when you wear it."
Katsuya's mouth screwed up into a confused smile. "Why?"
"Because...it's mine." Seto replied softly.
Katsuya opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Seto pointing a little ways down the path and asking, in an unmistakably tense voice, if that was the pavilion he had been talking about. Katsuya confirmed it and followed Seto as he walked towards the structure, slightly agitated that Seto had changed the subject.
***
'The puppy was right. This music is pretty good.' Seto idly thought as he listened to the musicians play. The band consisted of one cello, two alto saxophones, three violins, four flutes, and two clarinets. Each of the players were dressed alike with black bottoms and white tops.
At the beginning of their performance, the music had been quick and loud. It always ended in sudden bursts of power and never faded away. But now the music was slowing and the mood was becoming more romantic. Many of the people had paired off and begun to slow dance in time with the steady, soft beat.
Seto hated to dance. Then again, he never really danced before, but he had long ago decided in his mind that he would hate it anyway so he never saw a point in trying it. Sure, he didn't really care what people thought of him, but if he could by any means avoiding making himself out to be a fool, he would.
The song ended, and Seto half hoped that the tempo would pick back up into the passionate fire it once was, but it remained the lovely melody.
Seto glimpsed down at Katsuya. 'He's close again...how does he do that?! He just sneaks up next to me. Not that I really mind...' Seto frowned as he followed Katsuya's line of sight that was directly on the dancing couples. 'I wonder if he would like to dance. I doubt it. He probably hates it, too. Should I ask anyway?'
Seto tilted his head nearer to Katsuya. "Do you want to dance?" He whispered.
The mantra 'say no, say no, say no' echoed loudly in his mind.
Katsuya spun his head around and smiled brilliantly, his eyes seemed disbelieving. "Yes!"
Seto had to stop himself from cursing.
He held his hands open, waiting for Katsuya to position himself in them.
Katsuya stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Seto's neck. 'Hmm, he's dancing like a girl would...heh.' Seto thought idly to distract himself from his own anxiousness as he placed his palms on Katsuya's waist.
Katsuya tilted his head back and sent Seto an odd look. "You don't dance often, do you?"
"No." He replied. "I don't like to dance."
"Then why did you ask me to?"
Seto's eyes fixated on the ground.
Jou chuckled and Seto suddenly found himself very self-conscious.
The puppy was laughing at him!
Again!
"What?" He asked.
"You don't know how to dance." Katsuya giggled again.
Seto flushed. "So?" He said defensively.
"Just relax." Jou whispered to him. "Just hold me and relax. Listen to the music and sway with it, that's all you have to do."
Seto's shoulders slackened and he inadvertently brought the puppy closer, hugging him tightly around the waist. Katsuya rested his head on his shoulder without so much as a second of hesitation.
Seto laid his head on top of Jou's. 'Mmm, he smells good. Like he did in Kaiba Corp. And his hair is soft, too. Like...silk, only better.' He felt Katsuya sigh in pleasure and nuzzle closer into Seto. 'Much better.'
"See?" Katsuya asked quietly. "This isn't so bad."
"I suppose not." Seto agreed.
"I- I think we should do this again, dance, I mean." Jou mumbled with an embarrassed manner.
Seto nodded. "We should."
"So, you've decided that you like to dance?"
"No, I was right the first time." Seto responded. "I hate dancing."
"But...you just said you wouldn't mind dancing with me again..."
"And I wouldn't."
Katsuya huffed in frustration. "But you-"
"I like holding you, okay?" Seto interrupted in a harsher voice than he had intended. His face had taken on a bright pink hue and he was glad Katsuya was against his shoulder and couldn't see his expression.
"I like you holding me." Jou muttered, totally unfazed by the cold prior statement from Seto.
The music died down to a low whisper before disappearing all together into silence. The couples clapped enthusiastically for the performance.
Seto slowly pulled away from Katsuya and his comforting warmth.
Katsuya, however, did not seem upset at the separation, rather he clapped loudly and let out a few whistles of appreciation for the musicians. He nodded his head at Seto, signifying for him to do the same.
Seto clapped whilst fighting the urge to scream, 'play another slow one, damn it! A long slow one!' just so he could be that close to the puppy again.
He mentally berated himself for being so sentimental.
"Come on! Let's walk through park." Jou suggested smiling up at him in an angelic way.
Seto nodded with a smile. 'Of course, he makes it difficult not to be.'
Seto had been mildly surprised at just how big the park really was. He had only been there on a few occasions when Mokuba had somehow managed to guilt him into taking him there. The areas Jou was leading him to Seto had never been. They were obviously less traveled paths, given they had older cement for the walkways. But despite this, the lamps on the paths were still lit and decorated.
Out of the corner of his eye, Seto witnessed Katsuya shiver. "Cold?" He asked. Katsuya kept his eyes forward and shook his head.
Seto frowned. 'Is he mad at me? Why isn't he talking anymore?'
Suddenly Katsuya stopped walking and stood motionless on the path.
Seto stopped as well. "What is it?"
Katsuya's eyes darted up from the ground and made contact with Seto's for the first time since they began their walk. They were sparkling hopefully and tinged with fear. His cheeks had turned an adorable shade of pink.
"Can I kiss you?" Katsuya blurted out.
Seto smirked at the smaller boy. "When did you start asking for my permission, puppy?"
"Huh?" Katsuya looked bewildered. "What are you talking about? I never kissed you before."
"Oh?" Seto replied, delighting a little in Katsuya's confusion. "Then what was that at Kaiba Corp?"
Katsuya reared back, his face contorted with a mixture of shock, horror, and embarrassment. "You...know about that?!"
"I woke up just as you were leaning in."
A small, baffled frown formed on Katsuya's lips. "Then why didn't you push me away?"
Seto didn't know what to say, so instead of talking he just stood there.
A smile spread across Katsuya's face. He stepped in close and placed his hands on Seto's shoulders for leverage. Seto could hear Jou's uneven breaths and he could feel the boy's fingers tremble. Katsuya closed the distance between them as he tentatively pressed his lips to Seto's.
The kiss was short-lived as both pulled back. But even so Katsuya looked a little dazed and Seto fought against his rapidly pounding heart.
"Come on," Seto said softly. "I should take you home now."
***
'I kissed him! I actually kissed Kaiba Seto! YES YES YES!!' Katsuya stole a glimpse at Seto who was watching the road. 'And he kissed me back....I wonder if he would want to kiss again? Like, right now. Only longer this time.'
The car began to slow but Katsuya was too lost in his own head to notice.
'Maybe I should just pounce on him...heh heh....pounce on Kaiba...that sounds fun! Would he kiss me back if I did that? Or would he become upset with me? I hope he'd kiss back. Deeper than what we did before and-'
"Are you getting out or were you planning on staying here all night?"
Katsuya whipped his head around to Seto. "Huh?"
Seto shook his head and rolled eyes. He pointed out the car window. "You're home."
"OH! I hadn't noticed..."
Seto chuckled. "I could tell."
Katsuya didn't move. He just remained sitting in the car, wringing his hands nervously.
"Puppy?"
"Do you want to come up?" Katsuya asked quickly.
Seto blinked then said, "Sure. I'll go with you."
***
They were in the hallway to Katsuya's room. The blonde boy was fumbling with his key that was held in unsteady hands. A door near the end of the hall opened and Mrs. Shindou popped out, waving and smiling good-bye to whoever lived in that apartment. She began walking to her door, hesitating for a moment when she saw Seto and Katsuya.
Katsuya tried not to look at Mrs. Shindou. The lock clicked and the door swung open. "Um, come on in."
Seto walked in, sparing a glimpse at Mrs. Shindou whose eyebrows had shot up to her hairline.
"Remember Katsuya," Mrs. Shindou called out as Jou went in after Seto. "Patience is a virtue!"
Katsuya winced at her words as he shut the door behind him.
"Patience is a virtue?" Seto repeats. "What the hell was that all about?"
Katsuya's eyes were trained to the floor as he took his coat off. "She- well, she thinks I'm frustrated that you and I haven't had sex."
He quickly glanced up at Seto. His blue eyes had widened considerably. "Oh."
Katsuya turned his back to Seto to hang up his coat and scarf on the coat rack in the corner. He had never felt more humiliated in his life! 'I wish could just disappear, or be swallowed up by the ground, or-'
"So...are you?"
Jou froze, he couldn't have heard him right. "A-am I what?"
Suddenly Seto's hands snatched his shoulders, whirled him around and pushed his back against the wall. He gasped at the impromptu movement and watched Seto warily.
Seto leaned his face in close. "Are you frustrated, Katsuya? If you are, I can change that."
Katsuya's eyes widened and his jaw slacked.
Seto was making a pass at him!
In an extremely forward manner, too!
He opened his mouth to speak, but to his chagrin, no words seemed to form.
Seto snickered. "I'm joking."
"Oh! Right...I-I knew that!"
Seto looked evenly into Katsuya's eyes. "No, you didn't."
The blonde boy glared defiantly. "Did too."
Seto leaned in even more, his lips were mere inches away from Katsuya's. "What would you have done if I was serious?"
Katsuya's mouth fell again. 'I-I can't believe this is happening...'
"Well?"
"Co-cookies..."
Seto's eyebrow arched. "What?"
"Cookies...in the kitchen. They're real good. I-I'll go get them!" Katsuya slipped under Seto's arms and was met with no resistance. Just the confused and slightly disappointed look on Seto's face.
Katsuya grabbed the cookies off the kitchen counter but didn't immediately return to Seto. Instead he leaned against the refrigerator and attempted to subdue his racing heartbeats and the arousal that had started.
'I couldn't help it,' He thought. 'The way he spoke to me was so...hot.' He gave his head a shake to clear his thoughts. 'He's probably wondering what's taking me so long.'
Katsuya walked into the living where Seto had already seated himself on the couch. Katsuya sat next to him and placed the cookies on the table. Neither one said a word to the other. The thick tension kept waxing and growing till Katsuya felt like he was drowning in it.
"I'm sorry." Seto unexpectedly said.
The sudden noise startled Katsuya. "It's-it's okay."
"I didn't mean to make you upset, Katsu-"
"Upset?!" Katsuya stared at him. Actually, it was the first time he even looked at Seto since he sat down. "Who said I was upset?"
"Why else would you be so quiet now?"
"I'm not angry. It just...the way you said that was..." Katsuya trailed off, too embarrassed to tell Seto what he really thought. And Seto knew he was flustered. Katsuya could his lips curving ever so slightly into a barely concealed smirk.
"Was what?" Seto asked.
Instantly words jumped to Katsuya's mind. Like hot, sexy, seductive, arousing...
"Nothing." He awkwardly grabbed a cookie and handed it to Seto. "Erm, here."
Again the tension settled in. Katsuya looked anywhere but at Seto, he imagined the other boy was doing much of the same. 'I'm such a coward.' He thought gloomily. 'He's right here...and I'm not doing anything! I want him and, I think, he wants me too. And he's so close...I want...I want to kiss him. And...I want-"
"You didn't answer my question." Seto said.
Katsuya jumped a little. "Huh? What question?"
"If you wanted me to throw you on your back and ravish you." Seto replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Katsuya gaped at him. "You never asked that!!"
"No," Seto's eyes were glittering playfully and his smirk had become full blown. "But I implied it."
Katsuya tried his best to glare at him without giggling, and whacked Seto's arm. "Never knew you were such a pervert..." He huffed, and then made a show of turning away and crossing his arms over his chest.
Katsuya could feel the weight on the couch shift. Seto had moved closer. The blonde's heart sped up but he was determined not to lose this little game Seto had started.
Seto turned Katsuya around to face him and reached his hand up to touch Katsuya's cheek. His other rested casually on Katsuya's hand.
Seto brought his face close to Jou's. "I like you." He whispered. His eyes seemed worried, almost like he was afraid that Katsuya wouldn't return his feelings. Seto never had expressed emotion very much. That just made his admission all that more special to Katsuya.
Katsuya giggled. "I sorta guessed that."
Seto moved forward and touched his lips to Jou's. Katsuya's breath hitched and his eyes snapped wide before sliding shut.
Katsuya could feel Seto's mouth slowly open and he cautiously ran his tongue across Jou's bottom lip. Katsuya moaned at the touch and parted his lips, allowing Seto the entrance he desired.
Seto's tongue licked each crevasse of Katsuya's mouth. He danced it on top of the smaller boy's own tongue, which accordingly came to life and licked at Seto's.
'He...tastes like those cookies...' Katsuya thought as he began to suck gently on Seto's tongue. A loud moan escaped from Kaiba's throat and Katsuya couldn't help smirking at it. 'Seto likes having his tongue sucked on...I will definitely have to remember that.'
Katsuya could feel Seto's fingers running through his hair and stroking his cheek. It wasn't till then that he realized he had playing with Seto's hair as well.
Begrudgingly, Seto pulled away from Katsuya. The boy reached out, not wanting to lose the sensations Seto's kiss was causing him.
"No..." Katsuya whined in a dazed voice. "Don't stop....More...Please?"
Seto moved forward again and Jou thought he was going to grant his wish, but instead he whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow, puppy."
Katsuya frowned deeply but nodded all the same, watching sadly as Seto walked out the door. He threw his head back and sighed. Slowly, he got off the couch and walked to the bathroom.
Seto's onslaught and moans had left him with a...problem.
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hee hee...I wonder what sort of *problem* that would be ^_~
Sigh, I end yet another chapter with Katsuya being plagued with sexual tension.
Poor puppy
You also noticed that Seto said he liked Jou, not love him. Reasoning behind that? He's Kaiba Seto! It would take an eternity of pudgy fingers poking mercilessly at the spot between his ribs to get him to admit he was in love with someone!
Or just a couple chapter.
Maybe...hee hee....
And, yet again, I'M SORRY!
What did you all think of that? Huh huh?! Review please!!
Special thanks to Bunnychan Goddess of Yaoi for pointing this problem out to me. If you didn't I probably would've just kept on going and not given it a second thought. Thank you so much!!!
So it's all fixed DON'T BE MAD AT ME PLEASE!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!! I'M SORRY!!! I NEARLY STARTED TO CRY...well, actually I stood up, stamped my feet, and swore colorfully under my breath...
but on a happier note HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!
Disclaimer: ::sob:: QUIT PICKING ON HOW POOR I AM!!!
Warning: This story contains YAOI for those who don't know that is BOY/BOY relationships!! If you have a problem with that sort of thing DO NOT READ THIS! RUN AWAY!!
Oh, just incase you didn't know, a night terror is when you wake up screaming. A nightmare is just a bad dream.
'thoughts'
"spoken"
*** character change, time lapse, you get the picture
Chapter Nine
"No, it's too big. Don't you have anything smaller?" Ryou asked while he looked Katsuya up and down critically.
"Yeah, I think so." The blonde replied as he searched through the piles of his clothes on the ground.
After Katsuya had gotten home, and the fact that Seto had agreed to go out on a date with him fully set in, he found himself wondering an age old question which up to that point he had always believed plagued only the female population: What the hell was he going to wear?!
He normally liked his clothes, but they all seemed so inadequate and he couldn't piece together an outfit that he thought would look even halfway decent to save his life. So he finally broke down and decided he needed to ask for help from one of his friends. He had considered Honda, but the guy wouldn't have any good ideas either given the way he dressed. So then he thought of Yuugi and Yami, and then immediately thought better of it. Knowing them, they would have him wearing some skin tight, black leather, sleeveless outfit, complete with straps and buckles that would have Seto thinking he was some sort of S&M fanatic. So then he decided Ryou. He honestly didn't know why he hadn't instantly thought of the pale boy, after all he was awfully effeminate.
Katsuya hadn't told Ryou why he needed his help, of course. He wanted to wait till at least after their first date before he went around and told his friends all about him and Seto being an item.
"Did you find the other sweater yet, Jou?" Ryou asked.
"No, I would have if somebody's yami," He threw a pointed glance at Ryou. "Hadn't decided that your method of carefully lying my clothes on my bed was too slow and tossed everything out of my closet and on to the floor."
"Yeah, well, he does get impatient."
Katsuya stopped his search for a moment and grinned at Ryou. "And you know all about that impatient streak, don't you Ryou? So, do the janitors have to sanitize the bathroom or did you and Bakura miraculously make it home?"
"Shut up," Ryou made a face at him. "Maybe once you get into a relationship with someone you'll understand."
"When I get into a relationship with someone, I won't be running into the school bathrooms with them and start clawing off their clothes." Katsuya rolled his eyes.
An expression that looked suspiciously like 'how did you know?!' flickered across Ryou's face. Katsuya decided not to ask about it.
"Here it is!" Katsuya said triumphantly as he held up a lime green and red striped turtle neck sweater.
Ryou frowned. "Uh..."
"This is the size of the other sweaters," Jou explained quickly. "They're different colors." He reassured him as he pulled it over his head.
He then found himself staring into the dark, burning eyes of a psychotic yami.
"GAH!!" Jou screamed and fell back. He glared up. "Don't scare me like that, Bakura!"
Bakura ignored him and still stared intently at the sweater, then his eyes shifted to Ryou. "Ryou? Did you get that sweat from the shadow realm?"
"No..." Ryou said slowly. "Why?"
His eyes narrowed even sharper in scrutiny. "It looks a lot like a sweater one of those carolers had on."
"So you did banish them!!" Ryou shrieked. "Bakura why would you do that?!"
Bakura looked back at Ryou and exclaimed. "They're a menace, hikari! An evil, evil menace with off key voices!"
"You're kinda an evil menace too..."
Bakura drew himself up proudly. "Yes, but I have a much better singing voice."
Ryou cleared his throat. "Why don't you head home before you mess up Jou's room even more?"
"Nuh uh!" Bakura grinned and giggled as he launched himself at Ryou and hugged him tightly while nuzzling a bit into his neck.
Katsuya, who had yet to get off the floor, had been watching the whole exchange between the two boys and only now noticed something Bakura had clasped in his right hand.
It was a small shot glass from his father's cabinet, some liquor still lingering at the bottom.
"Bakura," Ryou gasped. "Are you drunk?!"
Bakura giggled again and ran his finger down Ryou's torso suggestively. "Maybe..." He purred, and began to assault the pale boy's neck.
"Kura!" Ryou yelped and vainly tried to push him off. "Stop!! Jou's here!!" Ryou pointed a finger in Katsuya's direction.
"So? Tell him to get out, Love." Bakura mumbled against Ryou's throat.
"We're in Jou's bedroom..." Ryou protested his tone considerably weaker than before as he bent his neck to the side to give Bakura more accessibility.
"Exactly, my pretty little Ryou. We're in a bedroom, we should put it to good use."
"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!!" Jou screeched. He had jumped to his feet, knowing he could no longer ignore the looming threat of Ryou and Bakura and anything more in his bedroom, particularly in his bed!
Dear God, the night terrors that would surely follow!
Ryou eeped and looked over Bakura's shoulder.
"Bakura you are not doing ANYTHING with him in MY room!!!"
Bakura stopped his administrations to Ryou's neck and glared at Katsuya. "Oh really?"
"Um...ye-yeah. Yo-you're going to go h-home now." Katsuya answered. Bakura's eye had developed a slight twitch.
"And why should I listen to you?" He asked in a dangerously even voice.
"Be-because, if you don't...uh, er, I'll...um-" Katsuya gazed imploring at Ryou for ideas.
Ryou suddenly stood on the tip of his toes, placing his hand on Bakura's shoulders to steady himself, and whispered something in the yami's ear.
Bakura's eyes snapped wide and he whirled around on Ryou. "You will?!!" He asked excitedly.
Ryou nodded his head and Bakura pulled him into a quick, passionate kiss. When he pulled back his breath rate had increased and his eyes were gleaming with hunger. "Get. Home. Soon." Bakura said huskily before he left.
Katsuya and Ryou stood in silence until they heard the door to the hallway close.
"What did you say?" Katsuya asked Ryou, almost in awe at how easily Ryou managed his yami.
Ryou flushed red to the tip of his hairline. "Nothing." He then seemed to remember why he was there in the first place and smiled at Katsuya's outfit. "The colors are awful, but the size is much better."
"I think I have a gray one and a solid hunter green...somewhere."
Ryou started to help Jou on his search for the sweaters. "So where is your father? He's usually home by now." Ryou asked in a fake off hand question. He knew Ryou was just trying to get away from all the subject matters including him and Bakura.
"He's at my Aunt's visiting. He won't be home till Thursday."
"Oh, I see."
After a few moments of awkward quiet, Katsuya broke it with a low snicker. "Bakura's really affectionate when he's drunk, huh Ryou?"
"Shut up!"
***
Seto tilted his head side to side, closely inspecting his reflection in the bathroom. He spun around a few times before deciding that the spinning made him feel stupid and immature and stopped. He shook his head at the sweater he had on. 'No, not the red...maybe I should go with the black one.'
"What are you doing?" Mokuba asked from behind him. Seto could see his brother standing with his arms crossed in the doorway in the mirror.
"Haven't you learned by now not to enter my bathroom before knocking?"
Mokuba giggled at the memory of the...compromising position he had found his brother in.
The small boy smirked at Seto. "I didn't hear anything, so I figured my eyes wouldn't start burning." Mokuba scowled. "You're avoiding my question, Seto."
"You never used to pick up on it when I did that." Seto frowned.
"Seto..."
"I'm meeting up with someone very important tonight, Mokuba. I want to look good." Seto told him then turned around and walked past his brother into his bedroom. He threw the closet doors open to find his various sweaters.
"What do you want, Mokuba?" Seto asked. Mokuba had followed him into the room and was regarding him carefully.
Mokuba's eyes widened in sudden realization. "You're going on a date, aren't you?"
Seto tried to maintain his composure and in a calm voice asked, "Why would you say that?"
"You've met tons of important people, but you never take so long choosing an outfit."
Seto didn't say a word, silently musing on how well his brother knew him. Mokuba was right. Seto never gave a damn about pleasing other people. Looking good in front of them was just a personal thing.
But tonight was different.
"Seto!" Mokuba whined.
Seto ignored him and pulled four sweaters off their hangers and laid them carefully on his bed. He looked at them all closely before decided that the black one really would look the best.
Mokuba spoke up. "Is it Jou?"
Seto's hand faltered in reaching for the sweater for the briefest of moments, but that was enough time. Mokuba clapped his hands together and smiled happily. "It is! This is great! I knew you two would get together, I just knew it!"
Seto peeled off his red sweater and pulled the black one on. "It's only one date, Mokuba."
"But...you two are a couple now, right?"
Seto stopped his movements and stared at a spot on the wall. "I'm not sure."
"What do you mean you're not sure?!" Mokuba shouted disbelievingly. "You're always sure about everything!"
"Katsuya is different." Seto said slowly, not positive if his brother could understand what he was saying. "I'm not sure about anything when it comes to him."
"But you're sure that you like him, aren't you?" Mokuba asked watching his brother curiously. Seto didn't say anything, but allowed a small smile to take shape on his lips.
*** Knock, knock, knock.
Katsuya froze at the sound of knocking on the door.
'Seto...? He's a full two hours early!! What the hell is he doing here?! GAH!! I'm not ready!!"
The door sounded again, the taps sharper than before.
"I'll get it." Ryou said as he stood up off the ground.
"NO!" Katsuya jumped in front of his friend to block his path. 'Ryou doesn't know...no one knows! I can't have him see Kaiba! He'll know all about us! Hell, I don't even know if there is a 'us' yet!'
Ryou cocked his head to side. "It's no big deal, Jou-"
"I know, but, I'll get it anyway!" He then glared threateningly at Ryou, and pointed his finger at him. "You stay here!"
"But it might be Bakura..."
"Or it may not be! So you just stay in here, okay buddy?" Katsuya flashed him a brilliant smile.
The soft knocks had now turned into angry pounding.
Ryou opened his mouth to speak again, but Katsuya pushed him further into his bedroom and shut the door. He sprinted to the door, ignoring Ryou's protests.
Katsuya ran his hands through his hair a few times and turned the knob.
"Hey Se..." The words died on his tongue as he saw who was there.
"About time you opened your door, Katsuya!" Mrs. Shindou huffed. "Honestly, you take so long sometimes!"
"Ah...Mrs. Shindou! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I had some spare baking ingredients so I decided to make a batch of cookies for you, Katsuya!" She nodded her head to the plate of oatmeal cookies she held in her hands.
Katsuya grinned widely and moved aside so she could come in. He took a cookie off the top and bit into it.
"Mmm! These are real good Mrs. Shindou! Thanks!" He then remembered the white haired boy he had in his room. "Ryou! Come on out and get a cookie!"
Mrs. Shindou frowned. "Ryou...?"
Ryou's head popped out of the door and he looked around cautiously as if he expected Katsuya to push him in again. When he came to the conclusion there was no danger, he came out towards them. He smiled sweetly at Mrs. Shindou. "Hello, ma'am." He greeted friendly.
"Take one, Ryou. They're good." Katsuya pointed to the cookies.
Ryou grabbed one and ate part of it. "Mmm, these are delicious." Mrs. Shindou didn't say a word, she just stared in shock at Ryou. "Erm, ma'am?"
The woman pushed the plate of cookies into Ryou's arms, the edge of the plate hit his stomach hard and caused him to double over a bit. She rounded sharply on Katsuya, her hands were placed firmly on her hips, and her eyes flashing maddeningly. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" She howled.
Through a mouth full of cookie crumbs Katsuya mumbled, "Eatin'..."
Her eyes narrowed and she jutted a finger at Ryou. "With him I mean! What happened to Boy Toy?! I liked him!"
Ryou choked on his cookie. "B-boy Toy?!"
Mrs. Shindou's eyes darted over at him. "Yes, Boy Toy. That's the name I gave the attractive young man."
"Who's Boy Toy?" Ryou asked Katsuya.
Mrs. Shindou turned her focus back on Jou. "He's such an attractive and sweet boy! Have you forgotten all about him, Katsuya?!"
Katsuya blanched at her screams and Ryou's questioning looks. "No, of course I haven't for-"
"Forgotten who?" Ryou interrupted.
"Just because you're getting frustrated with his shyness, doesn't mean that you should cheat on him!"
"I'M NOT CHEATING ON HIM!"
"Excuse me, but who is this 'him' person?"
"Not cheating on him, eh? Then what's this!?" Mrs. Shindou pointed again at Ryou. "That boy is very nice, you know! Giving his scarf to you...And you're in here with some...some HUSSY!"
"HUSSY?!" Ryou screeched, outraged. "I'M NOT A HUSSY!!"
Katsuya took a deep breath and slowly explained. "Mrs. Shindou, I'm not cheating on him. Ryou was helping me to decide what to where tonight on my date with him."
Mrs. Shindou eyed him suspiciously. "Honest? You're not cheating on him?"
Katsuya stared into her eyes unwaveringly and sincerely. "I'd never hurt him."
"Ohh!" She cooed as she affectionately pushed a few strands of hair out of his face. "That's so sweet!"
It was almost scary how quickly that woman's moods fluctuated.
She flushed in embarrassment as she turned to Ryou. A nervous laugh erupted from her throat. "Um, heh heh, sorry about that 'hussy' comment, sweetie. It's just, well the boy is so darling that I got upset at the mere thought, you know?"
"It's okay." Ryou sighed. "Really, it's all right."
"I couldn't really help it," Mrs. Shindou carried on. "You're just such a pretty boy that I could see turning people's heads." Her eyes ran up and down his body quickly and she winked at him. "If I was young again you sure as hell would've turned mine!"
Ryou gave a weak smile, his face had taken on an awful shade of red.
Mrs. Shindou chuckled at his response. She gave a curt wave good-bye and was half way out the door before she stopped to look over her shoulder at Jou. "Now remember what I said this morning, Katsuya. Do. Not. Pressure. Him! When he's ready to commit to a physical relationship, Seto will tell you himself. Have fun on your date tonight!" She shut the door behind herself.
Katsuya's face was plastered with an expression of the utmost horror. 'NOW! NOW SHE DECIDES TO SAY HIS NAME?!'
"Seto?" Ryou whispered to him. His mouth was fallen open and his eyes had widened. "Seto as in Kaiba Seto?!"
Katsuya looked innocently up at the ceiling.
Ryou gasped. "I can't believe this! You and Kaiba?! How?! When?! You two are always fighting! Since when do you-"
Katsuya snatched a cookie off the plate Ryou was still holding and shoved it into Ryou's mouth. "Have another cookie, Ryou."
Ryou made a gurgled protest and glared at him.
"And you can go home now." Katsuya continued. "I imagine Bakura's becoming restless, and that can't be good for the health of your neighbors. Oh, and Ryou? This Seto and me...thing, that's just between us, okay?"
Ryou nodded numbly, half the cookie still sticking out of his mouth.
***
Seto stopped his car in front of the main entrance to the puppy's apartment. He glimpsed at the red digital numbers, 6:50, so he was ten minutes early. No matter. Katsuya surely would be ready. He walked up the slightly crooked, stone steps and into the main hallway. But once he was inside the building he realized he had no clue as to where Katsuya's apartment was.
"Hey mister, who are you?" A small voice asked him.
"Huh?" Seto looked down. A little brown haired girl in a long purple sleeping gown and clutching tightly to a tattered stuffed teddy bear stood next to his leg. Her head barely reached to his hip.
She looked up at him with a confused face, her eyes bleary with tiredness and she repeated her question. "Who are you, mister?"
"I'm Kaiba Seto." He replied, glancing quickly around to see where the girl's parents were.
The girl screwed her face up in concentration. "Kaiba Seto? I don't know anyone by that name, mister. You must not live here." She then looked sadly at him. "Are you lost, mister?"
"No, I'm not lost." Seto answered, slightly touched by how cute the little girl was.
"Are you looking for someone, mister?" The little girl asked.
"Actually, yes I am. They live in this building." Seto crouched down so he was almost level with the child. "Do you think you could help me?"
The girl smiled broadly. "'Course I can, mister! I know everyone in this building!"
"Do you know what number Jounouchi Katsuya's apartment is?" He asked softly.
She nodded her head enthusiastically. "Sure do, mister! He's in 5D."
Seto started to get back up, but her little hand stopped him. "Are you a friend of Katsuya's, mister?"
Seto smiled. "Something like that." This answer seemed to be suffice to the young girl and she let him go. He frowned down at her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Oh, I'm waiting for my daddy, mister." She explained. "He works late on Monday nights."
Seto patted her head gently. "Well, good night."
"Good night, mister!" She said as he began to ascend the stair way.
Seto smiled to himself. He always had liked children.
He turned his head side to side, examining the numbers on the doors. He had made it to the fifth floor and twice he had nearly fallen due to stray items on the steps.
Finally he found 5D, he took a deep breath (for some reason unknown to him, his breath had shortened and his heart had begun to pound harder) and raised a fist to knock when a light-hearted voice from behind him made him stop.
"Oh there you are! I was wondering when you'd get here to pick Katsuya up for your date." The voice said.
Seto turned around. "Hello, Mrs. Shindou." He said weakly. 'What is it with this woman? Is she always here?! And how does she know I'm here to pick Katsuya up?'
Her demeanor then became very serious. "I talked with Katsuya. You have nothing to worry about."
Seto looked at the old woman oddly. "What?"
Mrs. Shindou grasped his hand in hers and smiled kindly up at him. She gently whispered, "He cares so much about you."
Seto couldn't help the softening in his eyes at the woman's words. She sounded so honest.
The edges of her mouth curved slightly. "We talked about one other thing."
"Oh? And what was that?" Seto secretly hoped that she was going to say another admission of how much he meant to Katsuya, he found that he enjoyed hearing that.
"Katsuya is a very patient person." She said.
Seto expected her to continue, but that was it.
He raised an eyebrow. "No, he isn't. He's the most high-strung, hotheaded person I know. He's very pushy."
"He is?" Mrs. Shindou asked glowering. "I'll have to have another talk with that boy. But don't you worry, dear, I'm sure he'll wait till you're ready."
Seto gave her a bewildered look. "Ready for what?"
She set her hand on his cheek and sighed dreamily. "So sweet."
And then she just walked away.
No explanation.
No elaboration.
Just another weird moment courtesy of Mrs. Shindou.
Seto shook his head and tapped on Katsuya's door. He barely ended the first the knock before the door swung open, giving view to the puppy standing with his coat, gloves, and scarf already on.
"Hi." Katsuya said a little breathlessly.
"Are you ready to go?" Seto needlessly asked.
"Uh huh." Jou nodded and locked the door behind him.
As they were walking down the stairs (and skillfully dodging the items strewn about) Seto asked. "So, where exactly am I taking you?"
Katsuya stared at him incredulously. "Haven't you ever been to the park?"
Seto shot him an annoyed look. "Of course I've been to the park before."
"Really!?" Katsuya gasped in mock shock. "The great and almighty Kaiba Seto went somewhere where the commoners go?! Ye Gods!"
"Ha ha. Aren't you the amusing one, puppy." Seto rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny smile playing on his lips.
"We're going to the middle of the park. There's this brick pavilion the musicians play in." Katsuya told him. "You'll like it, I think the music is like you."
"How is it like me?" Seto asked as they passed the small girl being carried off to bed by her presumed father.
"It just is."
"How?"
"Why do you keep asking the same thing?" Katsuya scowled.
"Because you keep evading the question." Seto replied. He was suddenly struck how much he could sound like his little brother at times.
"It's...elegant." Katsuya mumbled, avoiding Seto's eyes and focusing on the stairs. "And kinda graceful."
"You think I'm like that?" Seto smirked.
The blonde boy continued to stare at the ground. "Well, yeah. I mean, the way you talk when you're explaining things. And the ways that you move-"
Seto choked on a snicker.
Katsuya wrinkled his nose at him. "Shut up!" He then crossed his arms defiantly.
Seto sighed. He really didn't want the puppy to ignore him all night. 'Maybe if I kissed him he wouldn't be so tense...'
"Do you go there often?" Seto asked. For some reason he didn't think Jou would take all to kindly to being slammed against the wall and kissed
Katsuya looked out of the corner of his eye warily at Seto. "Yeah, I do. Especially around the Holidays. All the lights and garland are up and it looks real nice and the--is that your car?"
Katsuya was pointing to the blue sports car. It was a different car from the one Seto had dropped him off in on the day back from Kaiba Corp.
Seto opened the passenger side door and Katsuya squealed in excitement.
"What?" Seto demanded. He didn't like being confused, and seemed to be in that state more and more where Katsuya was concerned.
"I get to drive!" Katsuya cheered happily.
"Uh, no. No, you don't."
"But...you're getting in the passenger side..." Katsuya pouted. Seto thought the puppy appeared particularly adorable when pouting.
"No, I was opening the door for you." Seto explained. "Isn't that what dates are supposed to do?"
Katsuya gave him a blank stare. At last he regained his senses, though not quite the way Seto would have expected.
The puppy started laughing at him.
"Who would've guessed, Kaiba Seto an old fashioned dater! Ha ha!"
Seto couldn't help the blush that began to set into his cheeks. "Just shut up and get in the car." He hissed.
Katsuya collected his composer, straightened up, and got in. He put his hand on the top of the car door frame. His fingertips brushed against Seto's so briefly that Seto couldn't decipher if it was an innocent touch or a conniving move by Katsuya to make Seto's stomach do a flip.
Katsuya cocked his head to the side behind the glass window at Seto for just standing out there. He had a small smirk on his lips. "You getting in?" He mouthed.
'Damn him...' Seto thought affectionately as he made his way to the other side of the car.
***
"Turn right here, then you go down this street for about a quarter mile and turn le-"
"I know where the park is." Seto glared at the road.
Katsuya smirked playfully. "Sorry, I keep forgetting that you aren't always chauffeured in your royal carriage."
"I can make you walk, you know."
"Would you walk with me?" Katsuya whispered and carefully watched Seto's reaction.
Seto spared him a glimpse. "Yes." He answered finally.
Katsuya smiled, pleased by the response. He leaned in closer. If he wanted, he could kiss him. Ever since Seto had picked him up for their date, Katsuya had been going over his mind how he could find the right moment to kiss the other boy. 'I could just lean in and kiss him right now. Maybe not on the lips, but that's okay.' Katsuya took a deep breath. 'Damn it, Katsuya! What are you so nervous about?! You are on a date with Seto! He acted all boyfriend-like with that door opening thing, why shouldn't you kiss him?! Just...lean...and...bit closer...'
"Hey, p-" Seto broke off as he jerked back. Katsuya wasn't that close, not yet at least, but the short distance had obviously surprised him.
'Damn!' Katsuya thought bitterly. 'I knew I should of just sprung a kiss on him!'
"As I was about to say," Seto interrupted his silent musings. "Do you know what's with that Shindou woman?"
"What do you mean?"
"She said that I 'shouldn't be nervous' and that you were a 'patient person'." Seto informed him. "Do you have any idea what she was talking about?"
Katsuya flushed and frantically hoped Seto didn't notice. "Uh...not a clue..."
"She said she talked to you about it."
Katsuya was saved from having to respond by Seto announcing that they had arrived to the park.
***
Just as Katsuya had predicted, the park looked beautiful. There were walkways throughout the entire area, all of which had been paved over the previous summer. The paths were lined with brass, antique style street lights whose posts were wrapped with green garland and red Christmas tree ornaments. The bright light the lamps gave off made the snow and ice glisten and gleam.
Katsuya couldn't help noticing the lights had the same affect on Seto's eyes.
The dark blue appeared even darker, yet at the same, they sparkled brighter than any time Katsuya had seen them before. Seto's pale skin seemed to be accentuated to the point it looked porcelain.
Soft and flawless.
Seto turned his eyes on Katsuya. "Which way?"
Katsuya didn't respond right away, he was still a little dazed by Seto. "Erm, we just follow this path."
The two set down the path. Katsuya inched closer to Seto with each step until he had managed to walk near enough to touch shoulders. Or rather to touch his shoulder to Seto's upper arm.
On more than one occasion he caught Seto casting furtive glances at him.
Katsuya felt obscenely ecstatic by that.
"Hm?" Katsuya asked with a grin as he caught Seto's eyes. "You keep staring."
"You're wearing my scarf again." He stated.
Katsuya reached slid the bottom of the scarf through his fingers. "I like it."
"I do too."
A fearful glint appeared in Katsuya's eyes. "Do you want it back?"
"No!" Seto said a little too quickly. He coughed into hand in attempt to hide his embarrassment. "I like it when you wear it."
Katsuya's mouth screwed up into a confused smile. "Why?"
"Because...it's mine." Seto replied softly.
Katsuya opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Seto pointing a little ways down the path and asking, in an unmistakably tense voice, if that was the pavilion he had been talking about. Katsuya confirmed it and followed Seto as he walked towards the structure, slightly agitated that Seto had changed the subject.
***
'The puppy was right. This music is pretty good.' Seto idly thought as he listened to the musicians play. The band consisted of one cello, two alto saxophones, three violins, four flutes, and two clarinets. Each of the players were dressed alike with black bottoms and white tops.
At the beginning of their performance, the music had been quick and loud. It always ended in sudden bursts of power and never faded away. But now the music was slowing and the mood was becoming more romantic. Many of the people had paired off and begun to slow dance in time with the steady, soft beat.
Seto hated to dance. Then again, he never really danced before, but he had long ago decided in his mind that he would hate it anyway so he never saw a point in trying it. Sure, he didn't really care what people thought of him, but if he could by any means avoiding making himself out to be a fool, he would.
The song ended, and Seto half hoped that the tempo would pick back up into the passionate fire it once was, but it remained the lovely melody.
Seto glimpsed down at Katsuya. 'He's close again...how does he do that?! He just sneaks up next to me. Not that I really mind...' Seto frowned as he followed Katsuya's line of sight that was directly on the dancing couples. 'I wonder if he would like to dance. I doubt it. He probably hates it, too. Should I ask anyway?'
Seto tilted his head nearer to Katsuya. "Do you want to dance?" He whispered.
The mantra 'say no, say no, say no' echoed loudly in his mind.
Katsuya spun his head around and smiled brilliantly, his eyes seemed disbelieving. "Yes!"
Seto had to stop himself from cursing.
He held his hands open, waiting for Katsuya to position himself in them.
Katsuya stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Seto's neck. 'Hmm, he's dancing like a girl would...heh.' Seto thought idly to distract himself from his own anxiousness as he placed his palms on Katsuya's waist.
Katsuya tilted his head back and sent Seto an odd look. "You don't dance often, do you?"
"No." He replied. "I don't like to dance."
"Then why did you ask me to?"
Seto's eyes fixated on the ground.
Jou chuckled and Seto suddenly found himself very self-conscious.
The puppy was laughing at him!
Again!
"What?" He asked.
"You don't know how to dance." Katsuya giggled again.
Seto flushed. "So?" He said defensively.
"Just relax." Jou whispered to him. "Just hold me and relax. Listen to the music and sway with it, that's all you have to do."
Seto's shoulders slackened and he inadvertently brought the puppy closer, hugging him tightly around the waist. Katsuya rested his head on his shoulder without so much as a second of hesitation.
Seto laid his head on top of Jou's. 'Mmm, he smells good. Like he did in Kaiba Corp. And his hair is soft, too. Like...silk, only better.' He felt Katsuya sigh in pleasure and nuzzle closer into Seto. 'Much better.'
"See?" Katsuya asked quietly. "This isn't so bad."
"I suppose not." Seto agreed.
"I- I think we should do this again, dance, I mean." Jou mumbled with an embarrassed manner.
Seto nodded. "We should."
"So, you've decided that you like to dance?"
"No, I was right the first time." Seto responded. "I hate dancing."
"But...you just said you wouldn't mind dancing with me again..."
"And I wouldn't."
Katsuya huffed in frustration. "But you-"
"I like holding you, okay?" Seto interrupted in a harsher voice than he had intended. His face had taken on a bright pink hue and he was glad Katsuya was against his shoulder and couldn't see his expression.
"I like you holding me." Jou muttered, totally unfazed by the cold prior statement from Seto.
The music died down to a low whisper before disappearing all together into silence. The couples clapped enthusiastically for the performance.
Seto slowly pulled away from Katsuya and his comforting warmth.
Katsuya, however, did not seem upset at the separation, rather he clapped loudly and let out a few whistles of appreciation for the musicians. He nodded his head at Seto, signifying for him to do the same.
Seto clapped whilst fighting the urge to scream, 'play another slow one, damn it! A long slow one!' just so he could be that close to the puppy again.
He mentally berated himself for being so sentimental.
"Come on! Let's walk through park." Jou suggested smiling up at him in an angelic way.
Seto nodded with a smile. 'Of course, he makes it difficult not to be.'
Seto had been mildly surprised at just how big the park really was. He had only been there on a few occasions when Mokuba had somehow managed to guilt him into taking him there. The areas Jou was leading him to Seto had never been. They were obviously less traveled paths, given they had older cement for the walkways. But despite this, the lamps on the paths were still lit and decorated.
Out of the corner of his eye, Seto witnessed Katsuya shiver. "Cold?" He asked. Katsuya kept his eyes forward and shook his head.
Seto frowned. 'Is he mad at me? Why isn't he talking anymore?'
Suddenly Katsuya stopped walking and stood motionless on the path.
Seto stopped as well. "What is it?"
Katsuya's eyes darted up from the ground and made contact with Seto's for the first time since they began their walk. They were sparkling hopefully and tinged with fear. His cheeks had turned an adorable shade of pink.
"Can I kiss you?" Katsuya blurted out.
Seto smirked at the smaller boy. "When did you start asking for my permission, puppy?"
"Huh?" Katsuya looked bewildered. "What are you talking about? I never kissed you before."
"Oh?" Seto replied, delighting a little in Katsuya's confusion. "Then what was that at Kaiba Corp?"
Katsuya reared back, his face contorted with a mixture of shock, horror, and embarrassment. "You...know about that?!"
"I woke up just as you were leaning in."
A small, baffled frown formed on Katsuya's lips. "Then why didn't you push me away?"
Seto didn't know what to say, so instead of talking he just stood there.
A smile spread across Katsuya's face. He stepped in close and placed his hands on Seto's shoulders for leverage. Seto could hear Jou's uneven breaths and he could feel the boy's fingers tremble. Katsuya closed the distance between them as he tentatively pressed his lips to Seto's.
The kiss was short-lived as both pulled back. But even so Katsuya looked a little dazed and Seto fought against his rapidly pounding heart.
"Come on," Seto said softly. "I should take you home now."
***
'I kissed him! I actually kissed Kaiba Seto! YES YES YES!!' Katsuya stole a glimpse at Seto who was watching the road. 'And he kissed me back....I wonder if he would want to kiss again? Like, right now. Only longer this time.'
The car began to slow but Katsuya was too lost in his own head to notice.
'Maybe I should just pounce on him...heh heh....pounce on Kaiba...that sounds fun! Would he kiss me back if I did that? Or would he become upset with me? I hope he'd kiss back. Deeper than what we did before and-'
"Are you getting out or were you planning on staying here all night?"
Katsuya whipped his head around to Seto. "Huh?"
Seto shook his head and rolled eyes. He pointed out the car window. "You're home."
"OH! I hadn't noticed..."
Seto chuckled. "I could tell."
Katsuya didn't move. He just remained sitting in the car, wringing his hands nervously.
"Puppy?"
"Do you want to come up?" Katsuya asked quickly.
Seto blinked then said, "Sure. I'll go with you."
***
They were in the hallway to Katsuya's room. The blonde boy was fumbling with his key that was held in unsteady hands. A door near the end of the hall opened and Mrs. Shindou popped out, waving and smiling good-bye to whoever lived in that apartment. She began walking to her door, hesitating for a moment when she saw Seto and Katsuya.
Katsuya tried not to look at Mrs. Shindou. The lock clicked and the door swung open. "Um, come on in."
Seto walked in, sparing a glimpse at Mrs. Shindou whose eyebrows had shot up to her hairline.
"Remember Katsuya," Mrs. Shindou called out as Jou went in after Seto. "Patience is a virtue!"
Katsuya winced at her words as he shut the door behind him.
"Patience is a virtue?" Seto repeats. "What the hell was that all about?"
Katsuya's eyes were trained to the floor as he took his coat off. "She- well, she thinks I'm frustrated that you and I haven't had sex."
He quickly glanced up at Seto. His blue eyes had widened considerably. "Oh."
Katsuya turned his back to Seto to hang up his coat and scarf on the coat rack in the corner. He had never felt more humiliated in his life! 'I wish could just disappear, or be swallowed up by the ground, or-'
"So...are you?"
Jou froze, he couldn't have heard him right. "A-am I what?"
Suddenly Seto's hands snatched his shoulders, whirled him around and pushed his back against the wall. He gasped at the impromptu movement and watched Seto warily.
Seto leaned his face in close. "Are you frustrated, Katsuya? If you are, I can change that."
Katsuya's eyes widened and his jaw slacked.
Seto was making a pass at him!
In an extremely forward manner, too!
He opened his mouth to speak, but to his chagrin, no words seemed to form.
Seto snickered. "I'm joking."
"Oh! Right...I-I knew that!"
Seto looked evenly into Katsuya's eyes. "No, you didn't."
The blonde boy glared defiantly. "Did too."
Seto leaned in even more, his lips were mere inches away from Katsuya's. "What would you have done if I was serious?"
Katsuya's mouth fell again. 'I-I can't believe this is happening...'
"Well?"
"Co-cookies..."
Seto's eyebrow arched. "What?"
"Cookies...in the kitchen. They're real good. I-I'll go get them!" Katsuya slipped under Seto's arms and was met with no resistance. Just the confused and slightly disappointed look on Seto's face.
Katsuya grabbed the cookies off the kitchen counter but didn't immediately return to Seto. Instead he leaned against the refrigerator and attempted to subdue his racing heartbeats and the arousal that had started.
'I couldn't help it,' He thought. 'The way he spoke to me was so...hot.' He gave his head a shake to clear his thoughts. 'He's probably wondering what's taking me so long.'
Katsuya walked into the living where Seto had already seated himself on the couch. Katsuya sat next to him and placed the cookies on the table. Neither one said a word to the other. The thick tension kept waxing and growing till Katsuya felt like he was drowning in it.
"I'm sorry." Seto unexpectedly said.
The sudden noise startled Katsuya. "It's-it's okay."
"I didn't mean to make you upset, Katsu-"
"Upset?!" Katsuya stared at him. Actually, it was the first time he even looked at Seto since he sat down. "Who said I was upset?"
"Why else would you be so quiet now?"
"I'm not angry. It just...the way you said that was..." Katsuya trailed off, too embarrassed to tell Seto what he really thought. And Seto knew he was flustered. Katsuya could his lips curving ever so slightly into a barely concealed smirk.
"Was what?" Seto asked.
Instantly words jumped to Katsuya's mind. Like hot, sexy, seductive, arousing...
"Nothing." He awkwardly grabbed a cookie and handed it to Seto. "Erm, here."
Again the tension settled in. Katsuya looked anywhere but at Seto, he imagined the other boy was doing much of the same. 'I'm such a coward.' He thought gloomily. 'He's right here...and I'm not doing anything! I want him and, I think, he wants me too. And he's so close...I want...I want to kiss him. And...I want-"
"You didn't answer my question." Seto said.
Katsuya jumped a little. "Huh? What question?"
"If you wanted me to throw you on your back and ravish you." Seto replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Katsuya gaped at him. "You never asked that!!"
"No," Seto's eyes were glittering playfully and his smirk had become full blown. "But I implied it."
Katsuya tried his best to glare at him without giggling, and whacked Seto's arm. "Never knew you were such a pervert..." He huffed, and then made a show of turning away and crossing his arms over his chest.
Katsuya could feel the weight on the couch shift. Seto had moved closer. The blonde's heart sped up but he was determined not to lose this little game Seto had started.
Seto turned Katsuya around to face him and reached his hand up to touch Katsuya's cheek. His other rested casually on Katsuya's hand.
Seto brought his face close to Jou's. "I like you." He whispered. His eyes seemed worried, almost like he was afraid that Katsuya wouldn't return his feelings. Seto never had expressed emotion very much. That just made his admission all that more special to Katsuya.
Katsuya giggled. "I sorta guessed that."
Seto moved forward and touched his lips to Jou's. Katsuya's breath hitched and his eyes snapped wide before sliding shut.
Katsuya could feel Seto's mouth slowly open and he cautiously ran his tongue across Jou's bottom lip. Katsuya moaned at the touch and parted his lips, allowing Seto the entrance he desired.
Seto's tongue licked each crevasse of Katsuya's mouth. He danced it on top of the smaller boy's own tongue, which accordingly came to life and licked at Seto's.
'He...tastes like those cookies...' Katsuya thought as he began to suck gently on Seto's tongue. A loud moan escaped from Kaiba's throat and Katsuya couldn't help smirking at it. 'Seto likes having his tongue sucked on...I will definitely have to remember that.'
Katsuya could feel Seto's fingers running through his hair and stroking his cheek. It wasn't till then that he realized he had playing with Seto's hair as well.
Begrudgingly, Seto pulled away from Katsuya. The boy reached out, not wanting to lose the sensations Seto's kiss was causing him.
"No..." Katsuya whined in a dazed voice. "Don't stop....More...Please?"
Seto moved forward again and Jou thought he was going to grant his wish, but instead he whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow, puppy."
Katsuya frowned deeply but nodded all the same, watching sadly as Seto walked out the door. He threw his head back and sighed. Slowly, he got off the couch and walked to the bathroom.
Seto's onslaught and moans had left him with a...problem.
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hee hee...I wonder what sort of *problem* that would be ^_~
Sigh, I end yet another chapter with Katsuya being plagued with sexual tension.
Poor puppy
You also noticed that Seto said he liked Jou, not love him. Reasoning behind that? He's Kaiba Seto! It would take an eternity of pudgy fingers poking mercilessly at the spot between his ribs to get him to admit he was in love with someone!
Or just a couple chapter.
Maybe...hee hee....
And, yet again, I'M SORRY!
What did you all think of that? Huh huh?! Review please!!
