Sorry for the wait. . Christmas snuck up on me. But it's here! The long
awaited chapter 11 complete with lemon! Yes folks, you heard right! There's
a lemon in the chapter! Whee! And boy was it a bitch to write! No, it was
fun! Hard, but fun! (( Katsuya: Hey! That's like my Seto!! Seto: -.-; ))
I hope you all had Happy Holidays!! And I wish you all a Happy New Year!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Yu Gi Oh isn't mine so don't bother suing. All you get is a pretty bow from one of my Christmas presents....please don't take it away ;_;
WARNING: This fic contains YAOI which BOY/BOY content!! If you have a problem with this sort of thing, RUN AWAY!!!!
2nd WARNING: There is a LEMON in this chapter ::grins at all the cheering readers:: A lemon is a SEX SCENE and yet again, this is a YAOI story! (...yes...put two and two together...)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
And if you're still here, hee hee, enjoy!
'thoughts'
"spoken"
*** change of character, time lapse, you get the picture
*FLASHBACK* ...I'm not going to explain that one
Chapter 11
The frame was a perfect sterling silver with small ivy leaves engraved in its corners and intricate diamond shapes along the edges. Seto smiled down on the frame, which he held carefully in his hands, and ran a finger across the picture. Katsuya's bright face grinned cheekily up at him. His finger strayed to the puppy's hair, almost as if he expected to be able to feel it through the picture.
One month.
For a whole month he and Katsuya had been together. The time had flown by before Seto even knew it was there. Every moment with the puppy felt as if it passed in a flash. And every moment without the puppy drawled on forever, taunting him with thoughts of Katsuya.
And naturally these thoughts were accompanied by thoughts on things he had yet to experience with Katsuya. These thoughts came more intensely at night...or when he showered...or sat in school...or breathed...
He knew perfectly well it was their one month anniversary. The fact that he knew that disturbed the hell out of him. Katsuya didn't know he knew, and Seto would be damned if he was going to show Katsuya just how pathetically sentimental he was.
Their relationship had been going very well and Seto didn't think he had ever felt better. But...he wanted more. He wanted to sleep with Katsuya. Seto hadn't ever wanted something so bad. Mental images of the puppy on his back, beneath him, arching into his touch, moaning and gasping, breathing hard and sweating, and-
"I want him." He said under his breath, staring hungrily at the picture. He wondered idly if Katsuya would ever consider having a more provocative picture taken.
About two weeks into the relationship, Seto had begun to seriously think about sex with Jou. He couldn't help it! The damn boy was so tempting at times! Seto swore that Katsuya did little things just to drive him insane. The way he bit his lip when thinking, how when he stretched he would moan almost silently in the back of his throat, or how... The list went on and on. Seto didn't think his view was at all paranoid, he just thought Katsuya was out to make him explode from unfulfilled desire.
And the worst thing about it was that Katsuya was succeeding.
Seto had had the usual terrors about first times. He was a virgin, and he got the distinct impression that Katsuya was as well, though he wasn't certain. He had been afraid about not knowing how to do everything. And if he did it wrong, he knew he would hurt Katsuya, and he couldn't have that.
But Mrs. Shindou had taken care of those worries.
*FLASHBACK*
Katsuya's apartment door shut. They had just finished their fifth date and had spent a good ten minutes saying good-bye, even though there hadn't been much talking. Seto had briefly considered knocking again for another make out session, when a hand tapped on his shoulder.
He turned to see Mrs. Shindou smiling broadly with feigned innocence. "I wanted to talk to you for a moment." The old woman said.
"Yes?"
"Have you and Katsuya slept together yet?" She continued in the same sweet tone.
Seto flinched back, eyes wide at her question. "No...not yet."
She nodded slowly. "I thought as much. I hear the shower going a lot more now a days."
Even though it was more than a little odd to hear an old woman say that, Seto smirked. He liked the thought that Katsuya had to take cold showers because of him. God knows how many he had taken due to the blonde!
Mrs. Shindou allowed him to revel in his small victory before becoming serious, but with a smile still set on her face. "I have something for you."
It was only then that Seto noticed she had something disguised behind her back. She took it out and handed it to him.
His eyes scanned the book in his hand with shock. On the cover was a picture of two men kissing. It was about homosexual sex. He snapped his head to hers. His mouth was open to say something, but he couldn't get over the fact that an old woman -- one that he barely even knew at that! -- had given him a sex book.
She leaned in and patted his arm. "Everyone is nervous their first time," She whispered. "I thought you might like to read up on the subject. I figured it would help."
Seto stared at her incredulously. "...Thank you...?"
"You're welcome, dear!" She said cheerfully, gave his arm a small squeeze, and went to her apartment.
Seto stood blinking dumbly in the hall.
*END FLASHBACK*
Seto grinned. The old woman had been right. The book had proved immensely helpful. It was full of diagrams, charts, and pictures.
In short, it was a How To sex book.
More than once he had to stop and take a cold shower after reading a section and imagining doing what was described to Katsuya.
"Soon..." He whispered. "Tonight. In this bed," Seto stroked the dark blue sheets on his bed. "I'll make him scream."
***
"So that's three cokes, one root beer, one medium round pizza with extra cheese and mushrooms, and one meatball sub, right?" Katsuya asked, checking off each item on the list. The man nodded his head in agreement.
"All right, then." Katsuya gave a friendly smile and put his pencil behind his ear. "Your order will be ready in 15 to 20 minutes."
He made his way through the crowded dining area, skillfully dodging chairs and running kids and into the kitchen where he relayed the order to Ansuko who was on cooking duty. Miho flicked her hair back with a suds covered hand and looked despairingly at Katsuya.
"Come on, Jou!" She pleaded. "Switch with me! I hate washing dishes! I'll take floor duty! Please?!"
Jou shook his head. "No way. I'm not washing that stuff." He pointed to the sink that was overflowing with dishes the night crew had failed to take care of. The cheese had dried on most of them. Sakura would have a fit.
"Rika...!?" Miho whined to the other girl.
"I'll dry for you." She offered.
"That doesn't help!"
She huffed. "Well, I didn't want to flat out say no, but since you're giving me no other choice, NO!!"
Miho stuck her tongue out. "Fine! None of you help me! But when I'm forced to spend my entire paycheck on a manicure, I hope you know who's fault it is!"
"Duly noted." Ansuko said, not bothering to even look up.
"I'll try not to cry." Jou grinned.
"Why would you spend your money?" Rika asked. "I could your nails for free, Miho-chan."
The girl didn't seem to be able to frown at her friend. "That isn't the point...but thanks."
"Well that's touching," Ansuko smirked good-naturedly from the stove. "But get back to it, dish rag wench."
Miho made a face at her and shoved her hands sharply into the water, only to have it splash up on her shirt. "Oh that's just peachy." She muttered.
"I think there are some spare shirts in the back," Jou said. "Do you want me to get you one?"
"Why don't you just give her a shirt you nicked from Kaiba Seto?" Ansuko asked jokingly.
Katsuya blushed. The girls constantly reminded him about the scarf incident. He was tempted to tell them he did have a shirt he stole from Seto. He couldn't help himself! There it was, lying on Seto's bathroom floor still smelling like warm cinnamon! He had to take it!
Besides, the scarf had slowly been losing its smell.
A dissatisfied snort from Miho broke his thoughts. "I still can't believe he gave you his scarf, and that you got to walk home with him! And that you actually got to eat with him!"
"Don't forget he also was snowed in with him!" Rika added cheerfully. Jou got the impression she thought they were just listing things he had done with Seto, not complaining about it. She was a sweet girl, ditzy, but sweet.
"Right," Miho glared at the dishes. "Can't forget that."
Katsuya had never told them the full details of that night. He was positive that if they knew a bare chested Kaiba had held him, they would murder him. And being as knives were at easy access to all of them, he didn't want to chance it. So naturally they knew nothing about him dating Seto. In fact, no one knew, save the people that had known even before the first date.
It wasn't that they didn't want to tell people, they just wanted to figure out completely how to go about it. But each time they began talking about it they would become...distracted.
The phone rang and Rika sprang to answer it. "Hello Pizza Planet! Rika speaking! How may I be of service to you?"
Her face paled and she let out a high pitched squeal. "IT'S HIM!!"
"Him who?!" Ansuko asked, holding her chest. The scream had scared the hell out of her.
"KAIBA SETO!!!!"
Katsuya gaped. His Seto was calling...there? Where those three were?!
...What the hell was he thinking?!
"Really?!" Miho asked excitedly. Rika nodded enthusiastically. "I wanna hear him, too! Put him on speaker phone!"
Rika flipped the switch and set the phone down.
"Uh...hello?" Came Seto's hesitant voice.
"HELLO!" The three girls chorused energetically.
Seto was quiet for a moment. "Am I on speaker phone?"
"Yes you are!" Rika giggled. "You have such a lovely voice!"
"Ah, thank you. I was wo-"
"So what can we get you?" Ansuko asked, whipping out a pad of paper and pen.
"We're having a special on mushroom pizza today!" Miho told him.
"I don't want to order a pizza," Seto said, Katsuya could tell he was becoming irritated. "I wa-"
"We have other things besides pizza." Rika assured him.
"Yeah, we have subs, chicken wings, various Italian dis-"
"No!" Seto interrupted Ansuko. "I don't want to order any food."
The girls looked between each other. "Then...what do you want?"
"I want to talk to the puppy."
Miho and Ansuko started to smile, both assuming that Seto was joking, Katsuya was blushing a blinding red and Rika had taken him completely serious.
"Why?" Rika asked. "Puppies don't talk back, you know."
"This one does." Seto chuckled.
Katsuya glared at the phone.
"But, really," Miho said, looking a bit confused. "What can we do for you?"
"You can give the phone to Katsuya."
All the girls fell silent, then Rika ventured, "But...I thought you said you wanted to talk to the puppy?"
"I did. That's what I call him."
The girls glared heatedly at Katsuya.
"He gave you a petname?" Miho hissed jealously.
Ansuko snatched the phone up and handed it to Katsuya. "Here you go." She said in a dangerously even voice.
"H-hello?" He stammered. The girls were really starting to scare him! Especially Miho, her eye had begun to twitch.
"Hey, pretty." Seto answered in a flirtatious voice.
"Um," Katsuya tried to ignore the tone. "Why did you call?"
"I wanted to talk. I have no work to do and I took the day off, so-"
"You took a day off?!" Jou exclaimed.
"Yeah. But as I was trying to say, I have nothing to do. So all morning I've been thinking about you, and all that's gotten me is a lot of cold water." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "I wish you were here. I could kiss you, and lick your neck in that spot that always makes you shiver and-"
"HUH?" Jou said unnecessarily loud. "SORRY! YOU'RE BREAKING UP!" He started to walk around the room and turned away from his co-workers.
"You ever think about that night in Kaiba Corp?" Seto asked, ignoring Jou's outburst. "When we both had our shirts off? You looked so damn-"
"YOU'RE BREAKING UP AGAIN!!" Katsuya screamed in panic. He knew his face was an awful hue of red by then. He looked up at the girls and mouthed, "I'm going to take this in the back room, the reception is bad out here."
As he walked into the other room, he heard Ansuko say to the others, "Hey, doesn't that only work with cell phones?"
Once the door was closed behind him, he hissed into the phone, "What are you doing?!"
"Having fun." Seto replied smoothly. "Did they throw anything at you this time?"
"No, and you're lucky they didn't. I'm wearing a white shirt today."
"That tight one?" Seto asked.
Katsuya looked down at the clingy garment. "Yeah."
"I like that one."
Jou chuckled. "That's good, Seto."
"Will you come over tonight for dinner?" Seto asked rushed and in the slightest hesitation added, "Please?"
The 'please' momentarily threw Katsuya. Seto hadn't said please all too often. "Uh, sure. I guess so. What time?"
"When do you get off work?"
"My shift ends at six."
Seto considered it. "Come over at seven. I'll be waiting, puppy."
***
Seto flicked a matched across the rough textured strip on the package and lit a candle. Everything was set up perfectly. He had taken out a few leafs in the dark wood dining table so it was smaller. On it he had set silver dishes, glass cups with flecks of silver embedded into them, and dark purple napkins. In the middle of the table he had four candles, the holders were a bright silver and the candles themselves were the same color as the napkins.
'Katsuya will love this.' He thought to himself. 'At least I hope he does...is that knife straight?'
He shifted the position of the knife a few times until perfect. Then let out a loud curse and waved his hand madly. He had forgotten the burning match and the fire had gotten awfully close to his fingers. Once he put out the match, he looked back at the silverware and decided it was still crooked. He couldn't help how he was acting. He wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted this night, the first night that he would --if all went well-- sleep with Katsuya to be perfect.
He struck another match to light the candles, his mind still on Katsuya. For a whole month he had been allowed to touch his hair and kiss his lips. But that was it. That was as far as Katsuya, and he, had been willing to go.
Seto's mouth curved into a smirk. 'But tonight,' He thought wickedly. 'Will change everything. Tonight he'll be with me in the most complete way.'
"What cha doin'?"
Seto jumped and nearly dropped the lit match. "MOKUBA?!" He cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying over at Touya's tonight."
Mokuba had an eye brow quirked at his brother. "I was going to, but he threw up so his parents sent me home." He looked down at the table. "What's all this?"
"It's nothing." Seto replied quickly.
Mokuba chuckled. "You're having a candle lit dinner with Jou? How romantic, Seto! Don't mind me, I won't get in the way of your wooing."
Seto pulled his wallet and retrieved one of his credit cards. "I know you won't. Here."
Mokuba took it and looked up questioningly. "What's this? Are you paying me to keep quiet or something?"
"It's for your hotel room."
"HOTEL ROOM?!" Mokuba screeched. "YOU CAN'T SEND ME TO A HOTEL!!"
"Watch me."
"B-but..."
"It's not like you'll be alone." Seto cut in as he resumed lighting the other candles. "You can invite a few friends with you."
At this Mokuba brightened. "Really?! Oh this will be so cool! It'll be like a party! Hey, can I invite Yuugi and all them?"
Seto frowned. "All them? Who exactly makes up 'all them'?"
Mokuba began ticking the people off his fingers. "Yami, Honda, Ryou, Bakura, Otogi, Malik, Marik...Seto? Why are you all pale? You feeling all right?"
"Bakura, Malik, and Marik?" He questioned softly. His brother nodded and Seto's eyes narrowed. "No. Absolutely not."
"Why not?!" He whined.
"Because those three are insane and dangerous! That's why!" He was amazed that he kept his tone down. "Why would you even want to associate with those psychos anyway?"
"They're cool!" Mokuba replied.
"How are they cool? You know how they are! You've met them!"
"Yeah, but they're...I dunno, fun, I guess."
"THAT ONE TRIED TO STEAL YOUR BODY!" Seto shouted, his hands shaking at the thought of what Bakura had attempted.
"Okay, so Bakura did try that. But he isn't as bad now that him and Ryou are together." He smiled up at Seto. "It's not like he'll try to take my body now, he wants to be as close as possible to Ryou. Kinda like you and J- "
"Don't think you can get out of this by bringing up Katsuya, Mokuba." Seto interrupted coldly. "And even forgetting that tomb robber, there's still the matter of Marik and Malik. Those two are deadly."
"NO, THEY'RE NOT!" Mokuba loudly protested.
"I am not letting you spend time with those two, Mokuba!" He said taken aback by how strongly Mokuba defended those two. "I can't even understand why you want to!"
"I like them!"
Seto didn't notice the light blush etching across Mokuba's face.
"They're not going."
"But Yami will be there!" Mokuba reminded him shrewdly. "He'll stop Marik and Malik if they try anything bad! Please Seto!? If you say no, I'll call every five minutes! I swear I will! You'll get no time alone with Jou!"
Seto glared at his little brother. If he did that then all of Seto's plans would be ruined! And what Mokuba said was true...Yami was going to be there with them... "All right. But only if Yami is there and well informed that he has to watch those three...particularly those Ishtars."
Mokuba broke out in a huge smile and wrapped his arms around Seto. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! I'll go call them right now!" He rushed off to his bedroom, humming a little song, grinning ear to ear.
Seto shook his head as he watched his brother go and went back to work on correcting nonexistent flaws in his table setting, no longer thinking about Mokuba's strange reaction.
***
Katsuya knocked on the door sharply, trying to contain his heavy breathing. He didn't know why he was so nervous, it was just Seto. He had been over to his house countless times now that they were dating. But even so, each time he stood on that stoop knowing that in any moment the door would open and Seto would be standing there made his heart race.
He assumed it was just this presence Seto had over him.
"Hello." Seto greeted him.
"Hi," Katsuya smiled back. He looked past Seto. "Is your electricity out?"
"No."
His gaze returned to Seto. "Then why are all the lights off?"
A disarming smile appeared on Seto face. "Come in and see." Katsuya wasn't fooled. Seto's eyes were glittering mischievously and...
Jou flushed.
...hungrily.
"Well, Katsuya?" Seto asked as he stepped aside. "Aren't you coming in?"
Jou nodded. "Uh huh!" He heard Seto chuckling behind him.
The entire house was pitch black and Katsuya was half afraid of tripping, but then Seto's arm wrapped around his shoulders and guided him to the dining room.
Katsuya gasped. The only light in the room came from the candles on the table and it gave the entire area an unearthly glow.
"Do you like it?" Seto whispered in his ear.
Katsuya turned to face him, noticing how the lights played with the shadows on Seto's face. "You did all this for me?"
"Of course I did."
Katsuya hugged Seto tightly and resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, began to giggle.
"What are you laughing about?" Seto asked him.
"You," Jou replied, hugging a bit tighter. "You're such a hopeless romantic sometimes, you know that?"
"I am not." Seto bristled.
"Yes you are. And then you deny the fact that you are. It's cute." Katsuya pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss Seto gently. He was pleased when the other returned it just as gently. Seto pushed Jou back, directing him to his seat without breaking contact.
Jou frowned when Seto went to sit at his own seat. He had half expected him to sit on his lap. He looked at the dishes on the table and grinned. "Spaghetti! I love spaghetti!"
After the two had finished dinner, during which Seto had spent much of it watching Katsuya closely, Seto casually suggested they sit on the couch. The look he gave Jou when he said it, however, implied anything but casual.
The two initially sat side by side, but Seto didn't seem to like that arrangement, so he lifted his legs onto the couch and pulled Katsuya on his lap and against his chest in one fluid motion.
His arms wrapped snugly around Katsuya's chest, and the blonde could feel every rise and fall in Seto's breath.
"Puppy?" Seto asked quietly after half an hour of silence. The silence had not been uncomfortable in the least. Katsuya had spent it trying to get all his body rhythms match exactly with Seto's.
"Hmm?"
"May I ask you some questions?" He inquired in the same quiet, polite tone.
All the formality was confusing Katsuya. "Yeah. Go ahead."
"Are you a virgin?"
"WHAT?!" Katsuya shrieked. He was glad Seto couldn't see his face as it had immediately taken on a red color.
"Are you a virgin?" Seto repeated slower.
"Um, well I..."
"Yes or no, puppy." He said. Katsuya knew he was smirking. He could just feel it.
"Yes." He answered finally. "Are you? A virgin?"
"I am." Seto replied. "Do you ever think about sex?"
Katsuya cheeks blushed even more. He let out a nervous laugh. "Of course I do. I mean, I am a normal teenage boy."
"I know that, but," Seto's hold tightened and Jou could feel the other's heart speeding up against his back. "Do you ever think about how it could be with me?"
Katsuya's throat went dry. His pulse was rushing all the blood to his face. "Y-yes." He whispered so quietly he could barely hear it himself.
Seto dropped his chin onto Katsuya's shoulder. "I think about you all the time." He confessed, his hand seemed to have adapted a light shake. "I want to be with you, Katsuya. Tonight." Seto's voice faltered ever so slightly. "Do...do you want that, too?"
Katsuya was still for a moment, considering what Seto had said. He could be with Seto completely. Finally, after numerous dreams and fantasies it could actually come true. All he had to do was give his consent. He wanted to say yes.
But he couldn't.
His voice wouldn't cooperate. His throat had gone too dry. So instead he nodded his head and he desperately tried to wet his mouth.
Seto stood up and took Katsuya with him. Neither spoke a word as they made their way to Seto's bedroom. The air hung heavy with apprehension. Once inside, Seto locked the door while Katsuya sat on the large bed and waited for what the taller boy would do. Seto's blue eyes darted to where Katsuya nervously sat. Jou fidgeted nervously with his hands and feet and looked expectantly at Seto.
Katsuya watched as Seto got on top of the bed with him. "Your clothes..." Seto said, his voice shaking a bit. "T-take them off."
The anxiousness in Seto's voice relaxed Katsuya. He wasn't alone in his feelings. "You too." He whispered. Seto nodded.
Katsuya pulled his shirt over his head and slipped out of his shoes and socks, and undid his pants, throwing the clothes off in some corner of the room.
He saw Seto's clothes join them.
He took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at Seto. His eyes roamed over Seto's body. The sight was perfect. Well, almost perfect. "You're still in your boxers." Katsuya pointed out.
"So are you."
Jou giggled uncomfortably. "Yeah, I am...take yours off first."
Seto opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. He grabbed hold of the elastic top, pulled them down, and flung them somewhere in the room.
Katsuya stared at his body and flushed darkly. Seto was bigger than him. Not that it surprised him much, Seto was taller after all, but he suddenly felt a bit inadequate in comparison.
"Katsuya?" Seto questioned. Jou looked up at Seto face and saw something that shook him. Seto looked vulnerable. Katsuya all at once felt a strong sense of pride surge through him. Seto had never, ever, let anyone see him look that way, but he let Katsuya see him.
Jou leaned over and pressed his lips to Seto's. He didn't know what it was, but he felt as if he was promising something. Whatever it was, he could keep it.
As long as he could keep Seto, he could keep it.
"Puppy," Seto muttered. "Take them off."
Tentatively, Katsuya relieved himself of the garment and was rewarded by a shallow gasp from Seto. His eyes snapped up to Seto's which seemed to be studying him. He was surprised to find Seto hardening from it. But then again, that was what Seto had done to him.
Seto pulled back the covers of the bed and motioned for Katsuya to get under them with him. He never once took his eyes off the other boy. Once beneath the blankets, Seto reached out for Katsuya and pushed him on his back. He straddled Katsuya, drawing in a sharp breath of air at the contact between him and Jou. Katsuya pushed himself up on his palms to kiss Seto.
The taller boy's hands wandered down his chest and across his back as his tongue delved into Katsuya's mouth. Katsuya started to gently suck on Seto's tongue, eliciting a moan from the boy. This seemed to loosen him up, and he left Jou's mouth for his chest.
Katsuya arched his spine off the bed and into Seto's warm mouth as the moist tongue licked at a nipple. The other was not neglected, for Seto's fingers were squeezing and pinching it.
"AH SETO!!" Katsuya cried out as the boy's fingers unexpectedly wrapped around his shaft. Seto began to move his hand up and down slowly, just barely grazing against the sensitive flesh. Then the grip would tighten and the pumps became harder and faster and Katsuya was moaning and gasping at the sensations. Then without warning, Seto would slow his pace down and his touch would return to feather light.
"Damn it, Seto!" Katsuya growled, when Seto had slowed again. "Finish it!"
Not quite begging, but very close. This seemed to amuse Seto and he chuckled and quickly kissed Katsuya. His hand began pumping faster and faster and Katsuya gave moans as thank you. The feeling ascended higher till Katsuya was certain he would burst from pleasure. Soon he reached his peak and screamed out Seto's name to the ceiling as he came in his hand. He panted heavily and it didn't register in his mind when Seto reached into a nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion what was to happen next.
A lathered up finger pressed at Katsuya's entrance and Seto stared into his brown eyes. "This is going to hurt." He told him. Katsuya shrugged, not completely understanding what was going on. But whatever it was, he was sure he could handle it.
That was, until Seto pushed a finger in.
He squirmed uncomfortably from the intrusion, but he set his face still and voiced that Seto should continue. Another finger entered and Katsuya felt like he was burning. It wasn't the kind of burning he felt when Seto turned him on, it was as if a lighter had been pressed against him and the flames were licking at his skin.
"G-go on." He whispered.
Seto frowned and watched Katsuya carefully as he pushed in the third finger. This time Katsuya couldn't suppress the scream of pain begging to be let out of his throat. The fingers immediately withdrew.
"Why did you tell me to go on?" Seto hissed, his eyes soft with worry.
"Why did you stop?" Katsuya hissed back.
"Because it was hurting you!" He exclaimed.
"It wasn't that bad...just...just do it. I'll be fine. Just fuck me."
Seto shook his head. "The fingers, if I don't do that to you you'll be in a lot more pain."
Katsuya could feel them entering him again, faster this time. The pain didn't come as quickly but it did come. He turned his head away from Seto, not wanting the other boy to see his pained expression. A flash of silver on Seto's nightstand caught his eye.
It was a picture frame, but he could quite see the picture, the pillow was in the way...
Katsuya's world went blank. His eyes snapped widely and he arched his spine away from the bed. He screamed out huskily and looked at Seto.
The other boy grinned down at him. "Found it." His fingers moved inside Katsuya again and brushed against something, sending his body once more into euphoria.
Seto slowly took his fingers out, ignoring Katsuya's whimpers of protest. He applied an ample amount of lotion onto his length and slid into the blonde.
Katsuya groaned loudly. 'It feels like he's tearing me in half...!'
Slowly, Seto began to push in and out and the pain subsided to a dull throb. And then Seto hit the spot deep inside him that made him moan and wither with appreciation.
Seto established a rhythm to his thrusts which Katsuya eagerly adopted. Katsuya's screams got louder as Seto once again stroke his length. He could feel his entire body crying for release, for the torture to stop, and for the passion to last forever all at once. But it's cry for Seto's heated touch drowned out everything else, which Katsuya voiced through moaning out his lover's name.
He was reaching his climax, the sensations were building up too high and soon he would reach the peak. He also knew that Seto would come soon as well. It seemed Seto was also aware of this; the strokes became faster and Seto's thrusts had lost their flow and came crashing hard against Jou's body.
With his free hand, Seto grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into a deep kiss. Small mewls and moans of pleasure escaped Katsuya's throat and into Seto's mouth, mingling with his moans in a most intimate way.
This sent Katsuya over the edge.
With his eyes flaring wide, he came for the second time in Seto's hand to be followed seconds later by a raspy moan as Seto arched his spine and came inside Katsuya.
Slowly, Seto pulled out of Katsuya and fell down on the bed next to him. Both boys were panting heavily, both sweating, and both in complete amazement at how good that had felt.
"It will become less painful after we sleep together for a while." Seto told Katsuya once he had regained his breath.
Jou looked sideways at Seto. "Really?"
"Yes." Seto nodded. "Once we get used to it, it won't hur-"
He cut himself off. Katsuya had suddenly rolled over so that was on top of Seto. He grinned seductively down at him. "Then let's get practicing!"
***
Seto awoke with a tuff of blonde hair tickling him just beneath his chin. He ran his finger along the boy's face.
Katsuya yawned, snuggled closer to Seto and mumbled something unintelligible.
It sounded vaguely like "Mmm, cinnamon."
It made sense that the puppy was still tired. They had had sex twice the previous night.
'Night...' Seto thought whimsically. 'He stayed with me all night long.' He hugged Katsuya, inadvertently rousing him.
Bleary brown eyes locked onto his. "Morning." Katsuya whispered with a grin.
"Morning, puppy." Seto whispered back. "Are you sore?"
"Yeah...but I'll be okay." He rested his head back on Seto's chest. "Hey, I got question. If you are...er, I mean were, a virgin how did you know all that stuff? About the lotion and the pain and all that?"
"Oh, well, I sort of read up on the matter." Seto replied, blushing lightly.
"Are you serious?" Katsuya chuckled. "What did you do? Go up to a librarian and say, 'Hey, got any books on gay sex? I wanna drive my boyfriend crazy in bed tonight.' Heh heh. I'd pay to have seen that."
"I didn't g--wait. I drove you crazy?"
"What do you think?" Katsuya looked at him incredulously. He frowned. "Quit smirking at me."
Seto ruffled Katsuya's hair. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, puppy."
"I'm happy you have such good studying habits." Katsuya's eyes wandered up to meet Seto's. "But I think we should try reinforcing them again. Right now."
"Thought you were sore." Seto chuckled.
"Bah. Play through the pain, that's what our gym coach always says."
"Somehow I don't think he was referring to this."
"Yeah, but it still--Hey, is that me!?" Katsuya exclaimed giddily. He dove over Seto and grasped the silver picture frame on his nightstand. "It is!" He looked up at Seto curiously. "You keep a picture of me by your bed?"
Seto flushed. "Well, yes." He would be okay as long as the puppy didn't ask him...
"Why?"
...Damn it.
"No reason." He lied.
"Your blushing..."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah you are...and it just got darker." Katsuya snickered. "Come on! You can tell me."
"I...with your picture there, your face is the last thing I see when I fall asleep and the first when I wake. It's...nice." His cheeks had become increasingly red through the whole confession.
Katsuya blinked at him and then burst out laughing. "See?" He asked between gasps for air. "You are a total hopeless romantic!"
"I am not!" Seto growled. "At least I don't steal my boyfriend's clothes!"
"I don't steal your clothes." Jou replied with an indignant look. "You gave me that scarf."
"I was talking about my red shirt, puppy."
Seto watched as Katsuya's indignation vanished to be replaced with a look of horror. "Ho-how did you know about that?!"
Seto rolled his eyes. "I knew the moment you took it. There was a bulge beneath your shirt and you kept trying to hide it by crossing your arms."
"If you knew, why did you let me take it?"
"I wanted to know what the hell you wanted it for!" Seto paused. "And now that we're on the subject, what the hell did you want it for?"
"I sleep with it." He whispered.
"You sleep with it?" Seto echoed.
He nodded. "Yeah...it smells like you."
"Your shirt thing just blew my picture thing clear out of the water, puppy." Seto snickered.
"Shut up!" Jou giggled and wriggled closer.
"So, now that you can sleep beside me, can I have my shirt back?" Seto asked.
Katsuya glared up at him. "No. I like it."
"But it's mine."
"Nope." Katsuya shook his head. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."
"You didn't find it. You stole it." Seto pointed out.
Katsuya shrugged. "I'm still not giving it back." He reached his hand to throat and scowled. "My throat's all scratchy."
"I'm not surprised." Seto replied. "You were making enough noise last night to wake the dead."
He grunted and began to close his eyes again, before they snapped open in sudden realization. "Mokuba!! Oh God, what if he heard me!?"
"I think the whole neighborhood heard you." Seto told him, giving his waist a squeeze. "However, Mokuba was at a hotel last night, so I think it's safe to assume he didn't hear your screams."
"Oh, okay. Good. That would be...awkward, if he heard."
"True, but I can't ship him off to a hotel every time you come over to spend the night." Seto frowned and glanced around the room. "Maybe I could get this sound proofed..."
"When is he coming back?" Jou asked, idly drawing shapes with his fingertip on Seto's stomach.
"About twelve." He smiled down at Katsuya, musing silently how cute the puppy was.
Seto jerked back as Katsuya sprang up. "WHEN?!"
"Twelve...what's wrong?"
Katsuya pointed a finger at his alarm clock.
11:50
"Oh."
The blonde jumped out of the bed and looked around frantically for something to wear. Seto sat up straight and watched avidly as the naked Katsuya rushed around trying to get dressed.
***
Katsuya hurried down the street to his apartment. He shouldn't have stayed at Seto's so long, no matter how much fun it was. His father was home and most likely worried sick as to where his only son had been all night. He bounded up the stairwell, imagining different excuses in his mind as he ran. He was so lost in thought, that when he entered the hall he nearly knocked someone down.
"Oh! Sorry Mrs. Shindou!"
The old woman smiled at him. "Its all right, you stopped in time. Why were you running?"
Katsuya jutted his thumb to his door. "Dad."
"Oh. He isn't home, dear."
"What do you mean he isn't home!?" Katsuya suddenly felt cheated. He could have stayed with Seto longer!
"He got a call from work last night, he had to go in. He hasn't been back since." Mrs. Shindou then smirked. "And where were you last night? Or do I even need to ask?" Her light eyes looked him up and down. "Nice outfit. Of course, it was just as nice when you were wearing it yesterday..."
Katsuya flushed darkly.
***
Seto sat at the kitchen table eating his bagel. 'The puppy should be here with me.' He thought dejectedly. 'He shouldn't have left so soon. I liked lying in bed with him.'
"Hey Seto!" Mokuba smiled broadly as he bounced into the kitchen, effectively cutting off his ponderings.
"Hello. How was your night at the hotel?" Seto asked, not looking up from his plate.
"It was fun!" Mokuba replied with bright red cheeks, Seto, of course, didn't notice.
Seto looked up. "That's good...maybe you can do that again."
A huge grin broke onto Mokuba's face. "That would be great!" His smile disappeared without warning, and shifted into a smirk. "What did you do last night?"
"I watched a movie." Seto answered a little too quickly. He regarded Mokuba suspiciously. "Why?"
"No reason." Mokuba replied. "I just saw Katsuya sneaking out the door when I got home, is all."
Seto couldn't think of anything to say in response, so he gave a noncommittal, "Oh."
"So..." Mokuba stared directly into Seto's eyes, his own gleaming mischievously, as he asked in a low voice, "How was it?"
Seto gaped at his brother. "Mokuba!"
The smaller boy looked at him blankly. "I mean the movie, Seto." He snickered. "What were you thinking about?"
Seto's cheeks tinted lightly. "...Shut up and eat breakfast."
"It's twelve fifteen." Mokuba informed him. "Breakfast is long over, of course, I'm sure you slept right through the morning since you were exhausted from last night."
Seto narrowed his blue eyes in a look that chilled the blood of most men.
Mokuba was unfazed.
"Movies sure do take a lot out of you. Good thing Jou was here to distract y-"
"What happened to my nice little brother?!" Seto demanded.
Mokuba looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "He started watching cable. Of course, you're not helping the situation any. Honestly, sex out of wedlock? What sort of example are you setting for me?"
Seto blanched. "Get out."
"No. It's my house too." Mokuba got a contemplative look on his face again. "And maybe Jou's if you ask him to move in. That would make those midnight rendezvous a whole lot easier, don't you agr-"
Seto thwacked him in the head with a bagel.
***
"So...why are you here?"
It was about two o'clock when Katsuya had decided to stop in on Ryou's house. Needless to say, the pale boy had been surprised. Jou barely waited to be invited in before he stepped into the house and began pacing. Katsuya had been relieved to find that Bakura was sleeping and the two hadn't been in the middle of any...endeavors.
Katsuya paced back and forth in front of Ryou, occasionally opening his mouth to say something, but didn't quite know how to ask, so he would close it and pace again. He had been sitting on couch with Ryou, but that had proved a little painful, so he walked instead.
Going the second time with Seto really had been a mistake.
"Okay," Katsuya began slowly. "I want to ask you a few things."
"All right." Ryou waited and when Katsuya didn't respond, his shoulders slacked and he prompted him, "You want to ask about..."
"What do you do during sex?!" Katsuya blurted out.
Ryou's jaw dropped. "Uh...d-do you mean what do people in general do, or what do I do?"
"What do you do?" Katsuya pointed at him. He stopped pacing and started fidgeting with his hands.
"I thought details on my sex life fell under the 'Things You Are To Never EVER Talk To Me About' guidelines you set up last year?" Ryou said with a puzzled look. "Didn't it rank pretty high, too? Like number four on the list?"
"Actually, it's number three. But that's not important!" He waved his hands as if shooing away the previous conversation. "I need to know what you do."
"Why?!"
"I just...well, is there something specific the person on bottom is supposed to do...or...er, what I mean is-"
Ryou clapped his hand over his mouth. "You slept with Kaiba."
Jou nodded.
"And," Ryou removed his hand, revealing a small smile. "You want to know if you did your part right."
He nodded again.
Ryou burst out laughing. He even fell off the couch.
This didn't amuse Katsuya.
"Are you going to tell me or not?!" Katsuya snapped at him.
Ryou wiped away a few stray tears and got to his feet, still chuckling. "There really isn't much you can do wrong. The first few times may be awkward, but you'll both grow accustomed to it. Now," He eyed Katsuya. "I take you're in pain? You haven't sat at all."
"Yeah. It hurt a little."
"Don't bother with that 'it hurt a little' stuff, Jou. I know how much it hurts." He grimaced. "Felt like you were being ripped apart at first, didn't it?"
For the first time in his life, Katsuya felt grateful about Bakura screwing the daylights out of Ryou whenever they were both conscious.
"Seto says it gets better with time and that it won't hurt as much. Is that true?"
"Completely." Ryou responded with a quick nod. "Your body will get used to it and he'll learn how to prepare you better." The boy hesitated. "He did prepare you, didn't he?"
"You mean with lotion? Yeah, he did." Jou tilted his head. "Don't you have to do that?"
"Well...no. It takes away the pain, but, if pain is one of the elements that you're going for that night then -- uh, why are you looking at me like that, Jou?"
"That...that isn't what you and Bakura do, is it?" Katsuya asked with a disgusted look. "You don't look like the BDSM type."
Ryou blushed. "It really isn't that bad, but we're not heavily into the pain. Or at least I'm not. I only know about the pain stuff from Malik telling me about his and Marik's little adventures. He's very descriptive."
"Oh." Katsuya glanced at Ryou. "So, uh, do you have any suggestions about what I should do?"
Ryou tapped on his chin thoughtfully. "Stretch."
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Muwhahahaha! I no longer stifle myself from borrowing just from other fics, I now steal from my own as well!! Cookies to anyone who can tell me which fic I nicked that shirt thing from.
Malik and Marik have been given a part! Well...sort of. They're spoken of. I don't think it will be much more. Maybe. But I doubt it.
I don't know why, but I liked this chapter. I think it was the "questions" thing. ^_^ flustered Katsuya is cute! Hope you all felt the same
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*** change of character, time lapse, you get the picture
*FLASHBACK* ...I'm not going to explain that one
Chapter 11
The frame was a perfect sterling silver with small ivy leaves engraved in its corners and intricate diamond shapes along the edges. Seto smiled down on the frame, which he held carefully in his hands, and ran a finger across the picture. Katsuya's bright face grinned cheekily up at him. His finger strayed to the puppy's hair, almost as if he expected to be able to feel it through the picture.
One month.
For a whole month he and Katsuya had been together. The time had flown by before Seto even knew it was there. Every moment with the puppy felt as if it passed in a flash. And every moment without the puppy drawled on forever, taunting him with thoughts of Katsuya.
And naturally these thoughts were accompanied by thoughts on things he had yet to experience with Katsuya. These thoughts came more intensely at night...or when he showered...or sat in school...or breathed...
He knew perfectly well it was their one month anniversary. The fact that he knew that disturbed the hell out of him. Katsuya didn't know he knew, and Seto would be damned if he was going to show Katsuya just how pathetically sentimental he was.
Their relationship had been going very well and Seto didn't think he had ever felt better. But...he wanted more. He wanted to sleep with Katsuya. Seto hadn't ever wanted something so bad. Mental images of the puppy on his back, beneath him, arching into his touch, moaning and gasping, breathing hard and sweating, and-
"I want him." He said under his breath, staring hungrily at the picture. He wondered idly if Katsuya would ever consider having a more provocative picture taken.
About two weeks into the relationship, Seto had begun to seriously think about sex with Jou. He couldn't help it! The damn boy was so tempting at times! Seto swore that Katsuya did little things just to drive him insane. The way he bit his lip when thinking, how when he stretched he would moan almost silently in the back of his throat, or how... The list went on and on. Seto didn't think his view was at all paranoid, he just thought Katsuya was out to make him explode from unfulfilled desire.
And the worst thing about it was that Katsuya was succeeding.
Seto had had the usual terrors about first times. He was a virgin, and he got the distinct impression that Katsuya was as well, though he wasn't certain. He had been afraid about not knowing how to do everything. And if he did it wrong, he knew he would hurt Katsuya, and he couldn't have that.
But Mrs. Shindou had taken care of those worries.
*FLASHBACK*
Katsuya's apartment door shut. They had just finished their fifth date and had spent a good ten minutes saying good-bye, even though there hadn't been much talking. Seto had briefly considered knocking again for another make out session, when a hand tapped on his shoulder.
He turned to see Mrs. Shindou smiling broadly with feigned innocence. "I wanted to talk to you for a moment." The old woman said.
"Yes?"
"Have you and Katsuya slept together yet?" She continued in the same sweet tone.
Seto flinched back, eyes wide at her question. "No...not yet."
She nodded slowly. "I thought as much. I hear the shower going a lot more now a days."
Even though it was more than a little odd to hear an old woman say that, Seto smirked. He liked the thought that Katsuya had to take cold showers because of him. God knows how many he had taken due to the blonde!
Mrs. Shindou allowed him to revel in his small victory before becoming serious, but with a smile still set on her face. "I have something for you."
It was only then that Seto noticed she had something disguised behind her back. She took it out and handed it to him.
His eyes scanned the book in his hand with shock. On the cover was a picture of two men kissing. It was about homosexual sex. He snapped his head to hers. His mouth was open to say something, but he couldn't get over the fact that an old woman -- one that he barely even knew at that! -- had given him a sex book.
She leaned in and patted his arm. "Everyone is nervous their first time," She whispered. "I thought you might like to read up on the subject. I figured it would help."
Seto stared at her incredulously. "...Thank you...?"
"You're welcome, dear!" She said cheerfully, gave his arm a small squeeze, and went to her apartment.
Seto stood blinking dumbly in the hall.
*END FLASHBACK*
Seto grinned. The old woman had been right. The book had proved immensely helpful. It was full of diagrams, charts, and pictures.
In short, it was a How To sex book.
More than once he had to stop and take a cold shower after reading a section and imagining doing what was described to Katsuya.
"Soon..." He whispered. "Tonight. In this bed," Seto stroked the dark blue sheets on his bed. "I'll make him scream."
***
"So that's three cokes, one root beer, one medium round pizza with extra cheese and mushrooms, and one meatball sub, right?" Katsuya asked, checking off each item on the list. The man nodded his head in agreement.
"All right, then." Katsuya gave a friendly smile and put his pencil behind his ear. "Your order will be ready in 15 to 20 minutes."
He made his way through the crowded dining area, skillfully dodging chairs and running kids and into the kitchen where he relayed the order to Ansuko who was on cooking duty. Miho flicked her hair back with a suds covered hand and looked despairingly at Katsuya.
"Come on, Jou!" She pleaded. "Switch with me! I hate washing dishes! I'll take floor duty! Please?!"
Jou shook his head. "No way. I'm not washing that stuff." He pointed to the sink that was overflowing with dishes the night crew had failed to take care of. The cheese had dried on most of them. Sakura would have a fit.
"Rika...!?" Miho whined to the other girl.
"I'll dry for you." She offered.
"That doesn't help!"
She huffed. "Well, I didn't want to flat out say no, but since you're giving me no other choice, NO!!"
Miho stuck her tongue out. "Fine! None of you help me! But when I'm forced to spend my entire paycheck on a manicure, I hope you know who's fault it is!"
"Duly noted." Ansuko said, not bothering to even look up.
"I'll try not to cry." Jou grinned.
"Why would you spend your money?" Rika asked. "I could your nails for free, Miho-chan."
The girl didn't seem to be able to frown at her friend. "That isn't the point...but thanks."
"Well that's touching," Ansuko smirked good-naturedly from the stove. "But get back to it, dish rag wench."
Miho made a face at her and shoved her hands sharply into the water, only to have it splash up on her shirt. "Oh that's just peachy." She muttered.
"I think there are some spare shirts in the back," Jou said. "Do you want me to get you one?"
"Why don't you just give her a shirt you nicked from Kaiba Seto?" Ansuko asked jokingly.
Katsuya blushed. The girls constantly reminded him about the scarf incident. He was tempted to tell them he did have a shirt he stole from Seto. He couldn't help himself! There it was, lying on Seto's bathroom floor still smelling like warm cinnamon! He had to take it!
Besides, the scarf had slowly been losing its smell.
A dissatisfied snort from Miho broke his thoughts. "I still can't believe he gave you his scarf, and that you got to walk home with him! And that you actually got to eat with him!"
"Don't forget he also was snowed in with him!" Rika added cheerfully. Jou got the impression she thought they were just listing things he had done with Seto, not complaining about it. She was a sweet girl, ditzy, but sweet.
"Right," Miho glared at the dishes. "Can't forget that."
Katsuya had never told them the full details of that night. He was positive that if they knew a bare chested Kaiba had held him, they would murder him. And being as knives were at easy access to all of them, he didn't want to chance it. So naturally they knew nothing about him dating Seto. In fact, no one knew, save the people that had known even before the first date.
It wasn't that they didn't want to tell people, they just wanted to figure out completely how to go about it. But each time they began talking about it they would become...distracted.
The phone rang and Rika sprang to answer it. "Hello Pizza Planet! Rika speaking! How may I be of service to you?"
Her face paled and she let out a high pitched squeal. "IT'S HIM!!"
"Him who?!" Ansuko asked, holding her chest. The scream had scared the hell out of her.
"KAIBA SETO!!!!"
Katsuya gaped. His Seto was calling...there? Where those three were?!
...What the hell was he thinking?!
"Really?!" Miho asked excitedly. Rika nodded enthusiastically. "I wanna hear him, too! Put him on speaker phone!"
Rika flipped the switch and set the phone down.
"Uh...hello?" Came Seto's hesitant voice.
"HELLO!" The three girls chorused energetically.
Seto was quiet for a moment. "Am I on speaker phone?"
"Yes you are!" Rika giggled. "You have such a lovely voice!"
"Ah, thank you. I was wo-"
"So what can we get you?" Ansuko asked, whipping out a pad of paper and pen.
"We're having a special on mushroom pizza today!" Miho told him.
"I don't want to order a pizza," Seto said, Katsuya could tell he was becoming irritated. "I wa-"
"We have other things besides pizza." Rika assured him.
"Yeah, we have subs, chicken wings, various Italian dis-"
"No!" Seto interrupted Ansuko. "I don't want to order any food."
The girls looked between each other. "Then...what do you want?"
"I want to talk to the puppy."
Miho and Ansuko started to smile, both assuming that Seto was joking, Katsuya was blushing a blinding red and Rika had taken him completely serious.
"Why?" Rika asked. "Puppies don't talk back, you know."
"This one does." Seto chuckled.
Katsuya glared at the phone.
"But, really," Miho said, looking a bit confused. "What can we do for you?"
"You can give the phone to Katsuya."
All the girls fell silent, then Rika ventured, "But...I thought you said you wanted to talk to the puppy?"
"I did. That's what I call him."
The girls glared heatedly at Katsuya.
"He gave you a petname?" Miho hissed jealously.
Ansuko snatched the phone up and handed it to Katsuya. "Here you go." She said in a dangerously even voice.
"H-hello?" He stammered. The girls were really starting to scare him! Especially Miho, her eye had begun to twitch.
"Hey, pretty." Seto answered in a flirtatious voice.
"Um," Katsuya tried to ignore the tone. "Why did you call?"
"I wanted to talk. I have no work to do and I took the day off, so-"
"You took a day off?!" Jou exclaimed.
"Yeah. But as I was trying to say, I have nothing to do. So all morning I've been thinking about you, and all that's gotten me is a lot of cold water." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "I wish you were here. I could kiss you, and lick your neck in that spot that always makes you shiver and-"
"HUH?" Jou said unnecessarily loud. "SORRY! YOU'RE BREAKING UP!" He started to walk around the room and turned away from his co-workers.
"You ever think about that night in Kaiba Corp?" Seto asked, ignoring Jou's outburst. "When we both had our shirts off? You looked so damn-"
"YOU'RE BREAKING UP AGAIN!!" Katsuya screamed in panic. He knew his face was an awful hue of red by then. He looked up at the girls and mouthed, "I'm going to take this in the back room, the reception is bad out here."
As he walked into the other room, he heard Ansuko say to the others, "Hey, doesn't that only work with cell phones?"
Once the door was closed behind him, he hissed into the phone, "What are you doing?!"
"Having fun." Seto replied smoothly. "Did they throw anything at you this time?"
"No, and you're lucky they didn't. I'm wearing a white shirt today."
"That tight one?" Seto asked.
Katsuya looked down at the clingy garment. "Yeah."
"I like that one."
Jou chuckled. "That's good, Seto."
"Will you come over tonight for dinner?" Seto asked rushed and in the slightest hesitation added, "Please?"
The 'please' momentarily threw Katsuya. Seto hadn't said please all too often. "Uh, sure. I guess so. What time?"
"When do you get off work?"
"My shift ends at six."
Seto considered it. "Come over at seven. I'll be waiting, puppy."
***
Seto flicked a matched across the rough textured strip on the package and lit a candle. Everything was set up perfectly. He had taken out a few leafs in the dark wood dining table so it was smaller. On it he had set silver dishes, glass cups with flecks of silver embedded into them, and dark purple napkins. In the middle of the table he had four candles, the holders were a bright silver and the candles themselves were the same color as the napkins.
'Katsuya will love this.' He thought to himself. 'At least I hope he does...is that knife straight?'
He shifted the position of the knife a few times until perfect. Then let out a loud curse and waved his hand madly. He had forgotten the burning match and the fire had gotten awfully close to his fingers. Once he put out the match, he looked back at the silverware and decided it was still crooked. He couldn't help how he was acting. He wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted this night, the first night that he would --if all went well-- sleep with Katsuya to be perfect.
He struck another match to light the candles, his mind still on Katsuya. For a whole month he had been allowed to touch his hair and kiss his lips. But that was it. That was as far as Katsuya, and he, had been willing to go.
Seto's mouth curved into a smirk. 'But tonight,' He thought wickedly. 'Will change everything. Tonight he'll be with me in the most complete way.'
"What cha doin'?"
Seto jumped and nearly dropped the lit match. "MOKUBA?!" He cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying over at Touya's tonight."
Mokuba had an eye brow quirked at his brother. "I was going to, but he threw up so his parents sent me home." He looked down at the table. "What's all this?"
"It's nothing." Seto replied quickly.
Mokuba chuckled. "You're having a candle lit dinner with Jou? How romantic, Seto! Don't mind me, I won't get in the way of your wooing."
Seto pulled his wallet and retrieved one of his credit cards. "I know you won't. Here."
Mokuba took it and looked up questioningly. "What's this? Are you paying me to keep quiet or something?"
"It's for your hotel room."
"HOTEL ROOM?!" Mokuba screeched. "YOU CAN'T SEND ME TO A HOTEL!!"
"Watch me."
"B-but..."
"It's not like you'll be alone." Seto cut in as he resumed lighting the other candles. "You can invite a few friends with you."
At this Mokuba brightened. "Really?! Oh this will be so cool! It'll be like a party! Hey, can I invite Yuugi and all them?"
Seto frowned. "All them? Who exactly makes up 'all them'?"
Mokuba began ticking the people off his fingers. "Yami, Honda, Ryou, Bakura, Otogi, Malik, Marik...Seto? Why are you all pale? You feeling all right?"
"Bakura, Malik, and Marik?" He questioned softly. His brother nodded and Seto's eyes narrowed. "No. Absolutely not."
"Why not?!" He whined.
"Because those three are insane and dangerous! That's why!" He was amazed that he kept his tone down. "Why would you even want to associate with those psychos anyway?"
"They're cool!" Mokuba replied.
"How are they cool? You know how they are! You've met them!"
"Yeah, but they're...I dunno, fun, I guess."
"THAT ONE TRIED TO STEAL YOUR BODY!" Seto shouted, his hands shaking at the thought of what Bakura had attempted.
"Okay, so Bakura did try that. But he isn't as bad now that him and Ryou are together." He smiled up at Seto. "It's not like he'll try to take my body now, he wants to be as close as possible to Ryou. Kinda like you and J- "
"Don't think you can get out of this by bringing up Katsuya, Mokuba." Seto interrupted coldly. "And even forgetting that tomb robber, there's still the matter of Marik and Malik. Those two are deadly."
"NO, THEY'RE NOT!" Mokuba loudly protested.
"I am not letting you spend time with those two, Mokuba!" He said taken aback by how strongly Mokuba defended those two. "I can't even understand why you want to!"
"I like them!"
Seto didn't notice the light blush etching across Mokuba's face.
"They're not going."
"But Yami will be there!" Mokuba reminded him shrewdly. "He'll stop Marik and Malik if they try anything bad! Please Seto!? If you say no, I'll call every five minutes! I swear I will! You'll get no time alone with Jou!"
Seto glared at his little brother. If he did that then all of Seto's plans would be ruined! And what Mokuba said was true...Yami was going to be there with them... "All right. But only if Yami is there and well informed that he has to watch those three...particularly those Ishtars."
Mokuba broke out in a huge smile and wrapped his arms around Seto. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! I'll go call them right now!" He rushed off to his bedroom, humming a little song, grinning ear to ear.
Seto shook his head as he watched his brother go and went back to work on correcting nonexistent flaws in his table setting, no longer thinking about Mokuba's strange reaction.
***
Katsuya knocked on the door sharply, trying to contain his heavy breathing. He didn't know why he was so nervous, it was just Seto. He had been over to his house countless times now that they were dating. But even so, each time he stood on that stoop knowing that in any moment the door would open and Seto would be standing there made his heart race.
He assumed it was just this presence Seto had over him.
"Hello." Seto greeted him.
"Hi," Katsuya smiled back. He looked past Seto. "Is your electricity out?"
"No."
His gaze returned to Seto. "Then why are all the lights off?"
A disarming smile appeared on Seto face. "Come in and see." Katsuya wasn't fooled. Seto's eyes were glittering mischievously and...
Jou flushed.
...hungrily.
"Well, Katsuya?" Seto asked as he stepped aside. "Aren't you coming in?"
Jou nodded. "Uh huh!" He heard Seto chuckling behind him.
The entire house was pitch black and Katsuya was half afraid of tripping, but then Seto's arm wrapped around his shoulders and guided him to the dining room.
Katsuya gasped. The only light in the room came from the candles on the table and it gave the entire area an unearthly glow.
"Do you like it?" Seto whispered in his ear.
Katsuya turned to face him, noticing how the lights played with the shadows on Seto's face. "You did all this for me?"
"Of course I did."
Katsuya hugged Seto tightly and resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, began to giggle.
"What are you laughing about?" Seto asked him.
"You," Jou replied, hugging a bit tighter. "You're such a hopeless romantic sometimes, you know that?"
"I am not." Seto bristled.
"Yes you are. And then you deny the fact that you are. It's cute." Katsuya pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss Seto gently. He was pleased when the other returned it just as gently. Seto pushed Jou back, directing him to his seat without breaking contact.
Jou frowned when Seto went to sit at his own seat. He had half expected him to sit on his lap. He looked at the dishes on the table and grinned. "Spaghetti! I love spaghetti!"
After the two had finished dinner, during which Seto had spent much of it watching Katsuya closely, Seto casually suggested they sit on the couch. The look he gave Jou when he said it, however, implied anything but casual.
The two initially sat side by side, but Seto didn't seem to like that arrangement, so he lifted his legs onto the couch and pulled Katsuya on his lap and against his chest in one fluid motion.
His arms wrapped snugly around Katsuya's chest, and the blonde could feel every rise and fall in Seto's breath.
"Puppy?" Seto asked quietly after half an hour of silence. The silence had not been uncomfortable in the least. Katsuya had spent it trying to get all his body rhythms match exactly with Seto's.
"Hmm?"
"May I ask you some questions?" He inquired in the same quiet, polite tone.
All the formality was confusing Katsuya. "Yeah. Go ahead."
"Are you a virgin?"
"WHAT?!" Katsuya shrieked. He was glad Seto couldn't see his face as it had immediately taken on a red color.
"Are you a virgin?" Seto repeated slower.
"Um, well I..."
"Yes or no, puppy." He said. Katsuya knew he was smirking. He could just feel it.
"Yes." He answered finally. "Are you? A virgin?"
"I am." Seto replied. "Do you ever think about sex?"
Katsuya cheeks blushed even more. He let out a nervous laugh. "Of course I do. I mean, I am a normal teenage boy."
"I know that, but," Seto's hold tightened and Jou could feel the other's heart speeding up against his back. "Do you ever think about how it could be with me?"
Katsuya's throat went dry. His pulse was rushing all the blood to his face. "Y-yes." He whispered so quietly he could barely hear it himself.
Seto dropped his chin onto Katsuya's shoulder. "I think about you all the time." He confessed, his hand seemed to have adapted a light shake. "I want to be with you, Katsuya. Tonight." Seto's voice faltered ever so slightly. "Do...do you want that, too?"
Katsuya was still for a moment, considering what Seto had said. He could be with Seto completely. Finally, after numerous dreams and fantasies it could actually come true. All he had to do was give his consent. He wanted to say yes.
But he couldn't.
His voice wouldn't cooperate. His throat had gone too dry. So instead he nodded his head and he desperately tried to wet his mouth.
Seto stood up and took Katsuya with him. Neither spoke a word as they made their way to Seto's bedroom. The air hung heavy with apprehension. Once inside, Seto locked the door while Katsuya sat on the large bed and waited for what the taller boy would do. Seto's blue eyes darted to where Katsuya nervously sat. Jou fidgeted nervously with his hands and feet and looked expectantly at Seto.
Katsuya watched as Seto got on top of the bed with him. "Your clothes..." Seto said, his voice shaking a bit. "T-take them off."
The anxiousness in Seto's voice relaxed Katsuya. He wasn't alone in his feelings. "You too." He whispered. Seto nodded.
Katsuya pulled his shirt over his head and slipped out of his shoes and socks, and undid his pants, throwing the clothes off in some corner of the room.
He saw Seto's clothes join them.
He took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at Seto. His eyes roamed over Seto's body. The sight was perfect. Well, almost perfect. "You're still in your boxers." Katsuya pointed out.
"So are you."
Jou giggled uncomfortably. "Yeah, I am...take yours off first."
Seto opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. He grabbed hold of the elastic top, pulled them down, and flung them somewhere in the room.
Katsuya stared at his body and flushed darkly. Seto was bigger than him. Not that it surprised him much, Seto was taller after all, but he suddenly felt a bit inadequate in comparison.
"Katsuya?" Seto questioned. Jou looked up at Seto face and saw something that shook him. Seto looked vulnerable. Katsuya all at once felt a strong sense of pride surge through him. Seto had never, ever, let anyone see him look that way, but he let Katsuya see him.
Jou leaned over and pressed his lips to Seto's. He didn't know what it was, but he felt as if he was promising something. Whatever it was, he could keep it.
As long as he could keep Seto, he could keep it.
"Puppy," Seto muttered. "Take them off."
Tentatively, Katsuya relieved himself of the garment and was rewarded by a shallow gasp from Seto. His eyes snapped up to Seto's which seemed to be studying him. He was surprised to find Seto hardening from it. But then again, that was what Seto had done to him.
Seto pulled back the covers of the bed and motioned for Katsuya to get under them with him. He never once took his eyes off the other boy. Once beneath the blankets, Seto reached out for Katsuya and pushed him on his back. He straddled Katsuya, drawing in a sharp breath of air at the contact between him and Jou. Katsuya pushed himself up on his palms to kiss Seto.
The taller boy's hands wandered down his chest and across his back as his tongue delved into Katsuya's mouth. Katsuya started to gently suck on Seto's tongue, eliciting a moan from the boy. This seemed to loosen him up, and he left Jou's mouth for his chest.
Katsuya arched his spine off the bed and into Seto's warm mouth as the moist tongue licked at a nipple. The other was not neglected, for Seto's fingers were squeezing and pinching it.
"AH SETO!!" Katsuya cried out as the boy's fingers unexpectedly wrapped around his shaft. Seto began to move his hand up and down slowly, just barely grazing against the sensitive flesh. Then the grip would tighten and the pumps became harder and faster and Katsuya was moaning and gasping at the sensations. Then without warning, Seto would slow his pace down and his touch would return to feather light.
"Damn it, Seto!" Katsuya growled, when Seto had slowed again. "Finish it!"
Not quite begging, but very close. This seemed to amuse Seto and he chuckled and quickly kissed Katsuya. His hand began pumping faster and faster and Katsuya gave moans as thank you. The feeling ascended higher till Katsuya was certain he would burst from pleasure. Soon he reached his peak and screamed out Seto's name to the ceiling as he came in his hand. He panted heavily and it didn't register in his mind when Seto reached into a nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lotion what was to happen next.
A lathered up finger pressed at Katsuya's entrance and Seto stared into his brown eyes. "This is going to hurt." He told him. Katsuya shrugged, not completely understanding what was going on. But whatever it was, he was sure he could handle it.
That was, until Seto pushed a finger in.
He squirmed uncomfortably from the intrusion, but he set his face still and voiced that Seto should continue. Another finger entered and Katsuya felt like he was burning. It wasn't the kind of burning he felt when Seto turned him on, it was as if a lighter had been pressed against him and the flames were licking at his skin.
"G-go on." He whispered.
Seto frowned and watched Katsuya carefully as he pushed in the third finger. This time Katsuya couldn't suppress the scream of pain begging to be let out of his throat. The fingers immediately withdrew.
"Why did you tell me to go on?" Seto hissed, his eyes soft with worry.
"Why did you stop?" Katsuya hissed back.
"Because it was hurting you!" He exclaimed.
"It wasn't that bad...just...just do it. I'll be fine. Just fuck me."
Seto shook his head. "The fingers, if I don't do that to you you'll be in a lot more pain."
Katsuya could feel them entering him again, faster this time. The pain didn't come as quickly but it did come. He turned his head away from Seto, not wanting the other boy to see his pained expression. A flash of silver on Seto's nightstand caught his eye.
It was a picture frame, but he could quite see the picture, the pillow was in the way...
Katsuya's world went blank. His eyes snapped widely and he arched his spine away from the bed. He screamed out huskily and looked at Seto.
The other boy grinned down at him. "Found it." His fingers moved inside Katsuya again and brushed against something, sending his body once more into euphoria.
Seto slowly took his fingers out, ignoring Katsuya's whimpers of protest. He applied an ample amount of lotion onto his length and slid into the blonde.
Katsuya groaned loudly. 'It feels like he's tearing me in half...!'
Slowly, Seto began to push in and out and the pain subsided to a dull throb. And then Seto hit the spot deep inside him that made him moan and wither with appreciation.
Seto established a rhythm to his thrusts which Katsuya eagerly adopted. Katsuya's screams got louder as Seto once again stroke his length. He could feel his entire body crying for release, for the torture to stop, and for the passion to last forever all at once. But it's cry for Seto's heated touch drowned out everything else, which Katsuya voiced through moaning out his lover's name.
He was reaching his climax, the sensations were building up too high and soon he would reach the peak. He also knew that Seto would come soon as well. It seemed Seto was also aware of this; the strokes became faster and Seto's thrusts had lost their flow and came crashing hard against Jou's body.
With his free hand, Seto grabbed onto his arm and pulled him into a deep kiss. Small mewls and moans of pleasure escaped Katsuya's throat and into Seto's mouth, mingling with his moans in a most intimate way.
This sent Katsuya over the edge.
With his eyes flaring wide, he came for the second time in Seto's hand to be followed seconds later by a raspy moan as Seto arched his spine and came inside Katsuya.
Slowly, Seto pulled out of Katsuya and fell down on the bed next to him. Both boys were panting heavily, both sweating, and both in complete amazement at how good that had felt.
"It will become less painful after we sleep together for a while." Seto told Katsuya once he had regained his breath.
Jou looked sideways at Seto. "Really?"
"Yes." Seto nodded. "Once we get used to it, it won't hur-"
He cut himself off. Katsuya had suddenly rolled over so that was on top of Seto. He grinned seductively down at him. "Then let's get practicing!"
***
Seto awoke with a tuff of blonde hair tickling him just beneath his chin. He ran his finger along the boy's face.
Katsuya yawned, snuggled closer to Seto and mumbled something unintelligible.
It sounded vaguely like "Mmm, cinnamon."
It made sense that the puppy was still tired. They had had sex twice the previous night.
'Night...' Seto thought whimsically. 'He stayed with me all night long.' He hugged Katsuya, inadvertently rousing him.
Bleary brown eyes locked onto his. "Morning." Katsuya whispered with a grin.
"Morning, puppy." Seto whispered back. "Are you sore?"
"Yeah...but I'll be okay." He rested his head back on Seto's chest. "Hey, I got question. If you are...er, I mean were, a virgin how did you know all that stuff? About the lotion and the pain and all that?"
"Oh, well, I sort of read up on the matter." Seto replied, blushing lightly.
"Are you serious?" Katsuya chuckled. "What did you do? Go up to a librarian and say, 'Hey, got any books on gay sex? I wanna drive my boyfriend crazy in bed tonight.' Heh heh. I'd pay to have seen that."
"I didn't g--wait. I drove you crazy?"
"What do you think?" Katsuya looked at him incredulously. He frowned. "Quit smirking at me."
Seto ruffled Katsuya's hair. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, puppy."
"I'm happy you have such good studying habits." Katsuya's eyes wandered up to meet Seto's. "But I think we should try reinforcing them again. Right now."
"Thought you were sore." Seto chuckled.
"Bah. Play through the pain, that's what our gym coach always says."
"Somehow I don't think he was referring to this."
"Yeah, but it still--Hey, is that me!?" Katsuya exclaimed giddily. He dove over Seto and grasped the silver picture frame on his nightstand. "It is!" He looked up at Seto curiously. "You keep a picture of me by your bed?"
Seto flushed. "Well, yes." He would be okay as long as the puppy didn't ask him...
"Why?"
...Damn it.
"No reason." He lied.
"Your blushing..."
"No, I'm not."
"Yeah you are...and it just got darker." Katsuya snickered. "Come on! You can tell me."
"I...with your picture there, your face is the last thing I see when I fall asleep and the first when I wake. It's...nice." His cheeks had become increasingly red through the whole confession.
Katsuya blinked at him and then burst out laughing. "See?" He asked between gasps for air. "You are a total hopeless romantic!"
"I am not!" Seto growled. "At least I don't steal my boyfriend's clothes!"
"I don't steal your clothes." Jou replied with an indignant look. "You gave me that scarf."
"I was talking about my red shirt, puppy."
Seto watched as Katsuya's indignation vanished to be replaced with a look of horror. "Ho-how did you know about that?!"
Seto rolled his eyes. "I knew the moment you took it. There was a bulge beneath your shirt and you kept trying to hide it by crossing your arms."
"If you knew, why did you let me take it?"
"I wanted to know what the hell you wanted it for!" Seto paused. "And now that we're on the subject, what the hell did you want it for?"
"I sleep with it." He whispered.
"You sleep with it?" Seto echoed.
He nodded. "Yeah...it smells like you."
"Your shirt thing just blew my picture thing clear out of the water, puppy." Seto snickered.
"Shut up!" Jou giggled and wriggled closer.
"So, now that you can sleep beside me, can I have my shirt back?" Seto asked.
Katsuya glared up at him. "No. I like it."
"But it's mine."
"Nope." Katsuya shook his head. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."
"You didn't find it. You stole it." Seto pointed out.
Katsuya shrugged. "I'm still not giving it back." He reached his hand to throat and scowled. "My throat's all scratchy."
"I'm not surprised." Seto replied. "You were making enough noise last night to wake the dead."
He grunted and began to close his eyes again, before they snapped open in sudden realization. "Mokuba!! Oh God, what if he heard me!?"
"I think the whole neighborhood heard you." Seto told him, giving his waist a squeeze. "However, Mokuba was at a hotel last night, so I think it's safe to assume he didn't hear your screams."
"Oh, okay. Good. That would be...awkward, if he heard."
"True, but I can't ship him off to a hotel every time you come over to spend the night." Seto frowned and glanced around the room. "Maybe I could get this sound proofed..."
"When is he coming back?" Jou asked, idly drawing shapes with his fingertip on Seto's stomach.
"About twelve." He smiled down at Katsuya, musing silently how cute the puppy was.
Seto jerked back as Katsuya sprang up. "WHEN?!"
"Twelve...what's wrong?"
Katsuya pointed a finger at his alarm clock.
11:50
"Oh."
The blonde jumped out of the bed and looked around frantically for something to wear. Seto sat up straight and watched avidly as the naked Katsuya rushed around trying to get dressed.
***
Katsuya hurried down the street to his apartment. He shouldn't have stayed at Seto's so long, no matter how much fun it was. His father was home and most likely worried sick as to where his only son had been all night. He bounded up the stairwell, imagining different excuses in his mind as he ran. He was so lost in thought, that when he entered the hall he nearly knocked someone down.
"Oh! Sorry Mrs. Shindou!"
The old woman smiled at him. "Its all right, you stopped in time. Why were you running?"
Katsuya jutted his thumb to his door. "Dad."
"Oh. He isn't home, dear."
"What do you mean he isn't home!?" Katsuya suddenly felt cheated. He could have stayed with Seto longer!
"He got a call from work last night, he had to go in. He hasn't been back since." Mrs. Shindou then smirked. "And where were you last night? Or do I even need to ask?" Her light eyes looked him up and down. "Nice outfit. Of course, it was just as nice when you were wearing it yesterday..."
Katsuya flushed darkly.
***
Seto sat at the kitchen table eating his bagel. 'The puppy should be here with me.' He thought dejectedly. 'He shouldn't have left so soon. I liked lying in bed with him.'
"Hey Seto!" Mokuba smiled broadly as he bounced into the kitchen, effectively cutting off his ponderings.
"Hello. How was your night at the hotel?" Seto asked, not looking up from his plate.
"It was fun!" Mokuba replied with bright red cheeks, Seto, of course, didn't notice.
Seto looked up. "That's good...maybe you can do that again."
A huge grin broke onto Mokuba's face. "That would be great!" His smile disappeared without warning, and shifted into a smirk. "What did you do last night?"
"I watched a movie." Seto answered a little too quickly. He regarded Mokuba suspiciously. "Why?"
"No reason." Mokuba replied. "I just saw Katsuya sneaking out the door when I got home, is all."
Seto couldn't think of anything to say in response, so he gave a noncommittal, "Oh."
"So..." Mokuba stared directly into Seto's eyes, his own gleaming mischievously, as he asked in a low voice, "How was it?"
Seto gaped at his brother. "Mokuba!"
The smaller boy looked at him blankly. "I mean the movie, Seto." He snickered. "What were you thinking about?"
Seto's cheeks tinted lightly. "...Shut up and eat breakfast."
"It's twelve fifteen." Mokuba informed him. "Breakfast is long over, of course, I'm sure you slept right through the morning since you were exhausted from last night."
Seto narrowed his blue eyes in a look that chilled the blood of most men.
Mokuba was unfazed.
"Movies sure do take a lot out of you. Good thing Jou was here to distract y-"
"What happened to my nice little brother?!" Seto demanded.
Mokuba looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "He started watching cable. Of course, you're not helping the situation any. Honestly, sex out of wedlock? What sort of example are you setting for me?"
Seto blanched. "Get out."
"No. It's my house too." Mokuba got a contemplative look on his face again. "And maybe Jou's if you ask him to move in. That would make those midnight rendezvous a whole lot easier, don't you agr-"
Seto thwacked him in the head with a bagel.
***
"So...why are you here?"
It was about two o'clock when Katsuya had decided to stop in on Ryou's house. Needless to say, the pale boy had been surprised. Jou barely waited to be invited in before he stepped into the house and began pacing. Katsuya had been relieved to find that Bakura was sleeping and the two hadn't been in the middle of any...endeavors.
Katsuya paced back and forth in front of Ryou, occasionally opening his mouth to say something, but didn't quite know how to ask, so he would close it and pace again. He had been sitting on couch with Ryou, but that had proved a little painful, so he walked instead.
Going the second time with Seto really had been a mistake.
"Okay," Katsuya began slowly. "I want to ask you a few things."
"All right." Ryou waited and when Katsuya didn't respond, his shoulders slacked and he prompted him, "You want to ask about..."
"What do you do during sex?!" Katsuya blurted out.
Ryou's jaw dropped. "Uh...d-do you mean what do people in general do, or what do I do?"
"What do you do?" Katsuya pointed at him. He stopped pacing and started fidgeting with his hands.
"I thought details on my sex life fell under the 'Things You Are To Never EVER Talk To Me About' guidelines you set up last year?" Ryou said with a puzzled look. "Didn't it rank pretty high, too? Like number four on the list?"
"Actually, it's number three. But that's not important!" He waved his hands as if shooing away the previous conversation. "I need to know what you do."
"Why?!"
"I just...well, is there something specific the person on bottom is supposed to do...or...er, what I mean is-"
Ryou clapped his hand over his mouth. "You slept with Kaiba."
Jou nodded.
"And," Ryou removed his hand, revealing a small smile. "You want to know if you did your part right."
He nodded again.
Ryou burst out laughing. He even fell off the couch.
This didn't amuse Katsuya.
"Are you going to tell me or not?!" Katsuya snapped at him.
Ryou wiped away a few stray tears and got to his feet, still chuckling. "There really isn't much you can do wrong. The first few times may be awkward, but you'll both grow accustomed to it. Now," He eyed Katsuya. "I take you're in pain? You haven't sat at all."
"Yeah. It hurt a little."
"Don't bother with that 'it hurt a little' stuff, Jou. I know how much it hurts." He grimaced. "Felt like you were being ripped apart at first, didn't it?"
For the first time in his life, Katsuya felt grateful about Bakura screwing the daylights out of Ryou whenever they were both conscious.
"Seto says it gets better with time and that it won't hurt as much. Is that true?"
"Completely." Ryou responded with a quick nod. "Your body will get used to it and he'll learn how to prepare you better." The boy hesitated. "He did prepare you, didn't he?"
"You mean with lotion? Yeah, he did." Jou tilted his head. "Don't you have to do that?"
"Well...no. It takes away the pain, but, if pain is one of the elements that you're going for that night then -- uh, why are you looking at me like that, Jou?"
"That...that isn't what you and Bakura do, is it?" Katsuya asked with a disgusted look. "You don't look like the BDSM type."
Ryou blushed. "It really isn't that bad, but we're not heavily into the pain. Or at least I'm not. I only know about the pain stuff from Malik telling me about his and Marik's little adventures. He's very descriptive."
"Oh." Katsuya glanced at Ryou. "So, uh, do you have any suggestions about what I should do?"
Ryou tapped on his chin thoughtfully. "Stretch."
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Muwhahahaha! I no longer stifle myself from borrowing just from other fics, I now steal from my own as well!! Cookies to anyone who can tell me which fic I nicked that shirt thing from.
Malik and Marik have been given a part! Well...sort of. They're spoken of. I don't think it will be much more. Maybe. But I doubt it.
I don't know why, but I liked this chapter. I think it was the "questions" thing. ^_^ flustered Katsuya is cute! Hope you all felt the same
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