Blue Eyes: Thank you so much for all of the reviews everybody!! This is
once again an incredibly short chapter, sorry, but Seto and Joey finally
get some action!!
Also: If anyone has time, I have links to two pictures I drew on my profile. They're of Mokuba and Marik, and I think they're pretty good.
And now, on with the fic.
Choice of Heart
Chapter 6
Joey let out a triumphant laugh as he sent his Armored Lizard to attack Seto's Ogre of the Black Shadow. His monster was stronger, Kaiba's life points were at 100, he was going to win!! Seto didn't seem fazed though. In fact, he was still smirking. Maybe this should've given Joey a hint that something was going on, but he was too busy gloating to care.
"Ha ha Kaiba, get ready to lose!"
The brunette's smirk did not fade as the Armored lizard began to charge at the weaker Ogre.
"Not so fast Joseph." Kaiba said mockingly, reaching to his duel disk system. "Have you forgotten about my magic card?" Joey groaned, bright smile fading. It just so happened that he had. He ALWAYS forgot about the trap and magic cards, and that mistake had almost cost him many a duel in the past.
Kaiba called out smugly,
"Activate Shield and Sword!"
"Oh man, you've got one of those?"
Kaiba nodded as his monster's as well as Joey's switched their attack with their defense points.
"I'm dead." Joey muttered. He was right. The blonde duelist watched as his Armored lizard got destroyed and his life points went down to zero.
"Aww, man."
"Quit whining." Seto said, striding over to where he stood. "You dueled better then I thought you would, but there was no way you could win against me."
Joey glared, although it was mainly out of reflex. After a moment of awkward silence Joey glanced to the device on his arm.
"Anyway, these systems are great. A lot easier to handle."
"Thanks." The other teen said offhandedly.
Joey did his best to imitate Kaiba's confident smirk.
"You've been saying that a lot lately."
"Fine, I'll stop." Seto's voice was almost teasing.
"No, don't." Joey caught the blue eyes of his opponent easily. "I like it." Seto held his gaze for a moment, then looked away.
"We should get these systems back to the lab." He said nervously. Joey nodded after a moment, unsure of what to make of their actions, Seto's or his own.
"K."
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Night came too quickly. The evening had gone by while Mokuba insisted that Joey play a videogame with him while Seto worked on some important documents for KaibaCorp. The game had been great, one of the best Joey had ever played, and it had been only later that he'd discovered it to be Seto Kaiba's own invention.
After that they had had dinner. Joey had spent most of the time glancing nervously at Seto, now positive that he had a crush on the guy, while Seto alternated between spacing out, thinking about his new . . . friendship? with Joey, and listening to Mokuba, Mokuba chattering away cheerfully about school and a new friend he had made that day.
When dinner was over, as it was a Friday night, Mokuba went to watch a movie in the large first floor's living room (there was one on almost every floor). Soon enough the sound of war cries could be heard coming from in there, as the battle of Helm's Deep waged in the Kaiba Mansion (a/n: I LOVE Lord of the Rings!!). Seto and Joey had actually talked for an hour and a half without much awkwardness, while 'working on their school assignment' after Mokuba had asked why they hadn't started on it yet.
Now it was nearly midnight, and Joey was once again in his large borrowed bed, just about to drift off into a peaceful slumber when . . .
"No!" Honey colored eyes opened quickly and looked to the right wall, where the noise had come from. Seto was having a nightmare again. Without much pause (as Joey admitted to himself that he wanted to see Seto again anyway) he got up and crept to his friend's room. Once inside Joey was about to wake the sleeping teen, but paused as he heard what he murmured next.
"No . . . Yami, stop . . . Joey . . ."
Suddenly Joey remembered what Seto had called to ask him first thing the day before.
/"'Ello?"
Who's Yami?"/
And what he had been saying in the limo.
/"But Joey, I have to know right now. Who is-"
Why had he wanted to know so badly who Yami was?
"Seto? Seto."
Joey leaned in close and called out his friend's name, wary, remembering the night before and the bruise that he still bore.
Seto's ice-blue eyes shot open, but instead of receiving a punch this time Joey got a hug as Seto's arms wrapped tightly around him. Joey put his arms around the frightened teen as well, noticing vaguely that he liked the feel of it.
"I don't know what's going on." Seto murmured in his ear. Joey hugged him tighter.
"It's ok. We'll figure it out."
Seto pulled back and looked at Joey, face inches away from the blonde's. He offered the smallest of smiles, a huge accomplishment for him.
"Thank you." He said sincerely, although Joey noticed with slight amusement how his voice stuttered a bit on the unfamiliar words. He also noticed that his lips and Seto's were only inches apart, and he could barely resist kissing them then. Seto seemed perfect then, so different then usual. His mouth bore no smirk, his eyes seemed so open, so innocent.
"You're welcome." Joey breathed. The moment stretched on for what seemed like eternity, neither boy wanting to move, but, Seto at least, not sure what he wanted instead.
Slowly, imperceptibly at first, Seto's face moved closer to Joey's. The blonde's eyes glowed with excitement. He wanted to kiss Seto, he was sure of it, but he didn't want to shatter the delicate relationship they had constructed so far.
But Seto was moving closer to him!
Joey's lips parted slightly, and then their lips met.
Seto wasn't sure why he had done that. Joey would push him back, surely, and ask him why the hell he'd done that . . . and Seto wouldn't have a clear answer. But Joey did not pull back. If anything, he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving to explore Seto's mouth.
'Oh God, what am I doing? This is Joey Wheeler!" Seto's mind feebly argued as his body wrapped his arms around Joey's neck. But oddly enough, the thought didn't shock Seto as much as he'd thought it would. Seto smiled against the kiss. This actually wasn't that bad.
They continued on for ten strait minutes, Seto becoming surer of his feelings, and Joey becoming almost delirious with happiness.
Seto wasn't disgusted with him, he'd actually initiated the kiss. He felt the same way. No matter how strange his feelings were, Joey was glad that he wasn't feeling them alone.
Finally Seto pulled back slightly.
"Oh." He said softly, breathing hard.
"Yeah." Joey replied, grinning. They sat there for a moment, but the silence was, for the first time, comfortable. Finally Joey broke it.
"I should probably go back to bed." He whispered.
Seto nodded, not looking away from Joey's honey colored eyes.
"Yeah, you should."
Then they were kissing again. Neither boy was sure who'd started it this time, but each one glad he had.
Seto's kisses moved down from the blonde's lips, wanting to know what Joey Wheeler tasted like. Joey moaned as Seto's lips reached the soft hollow in the base of his throat, and Seto was for once glad that Mokuba's room was on a different floor. Seto's tongue flicked across Joey's neck, causing a shiver to run up the blonde's spine.
Joey tastes like the beach, Seto decided. Not like Yami. He tasted like those imported spices he got from Africa. . .
Seto pulled back.
Where had that thought come from? Yami had kissed him once, but he had never gotten a taste . . . Joey was watching him uncertainly.
"Seto?"
'He thinks I'm regretting this.' The brunette realized.
Seto ran a hand through Joey's silky blonde hair (who knew the mutt's hair was so silky, like a puppy's) and responded,
"We should get some sleep."
Joey nodded, still looking uncertain, so Seto leaned forward and kissed him quickly.
"Good night."
"Night." Joey said, half-dazed smile back in place as he stood and slipped out of Seto's bedroom. Seto leaned back against his pillows and stared at his plain white ceiling, lost in thought.
Why did Seto keep having such strange thoughts about that mysterious Yami? It wasn't his own daydreams, he was sure. He'd only met Yami twice. He didn't feel that way about him . . . not like he did for Joey, right?
He wasn't sure, but he was planning on finding out.
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TBC
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Blue Eyes: there's chapter 6. What do you think? Review!!
Also: If anyone has time, I have links to two pictures I drew on my profile. They're of Mokuba and Marik, and I think they're pretty good.
And now, on with the fic.
Choice of Heart
Chapter 6
Joey let out a triumphant laugh as he sent his Armored Lizard to attack Seto's Ogre of the Black Shadow. His monster was stronger, Kaiba's life points were at 100, he was going to win!! Seto didn't seem fazed though. In fact, he was still smirking. Maybe this should've given Joey a hint that something was going on, but he was too busy gloating to care.
"Ha ha Kaiba, get ready to lose!"
The brunette's smirk did not fade as the Armored lizard began to charge at the weaker Ogre.
"Not so fast Joseph." Kaiba said mockingly, reaching to his duel disk system. "Have you forgotten about my magic card?" Joey groaned, bright smile fading. It just so happened that he had. He ALWAYS forgot about the trap and magic cards, and that mistake had almost cost him many a duel in the past.
Kaiba called out smugly,
"Activate Shield and Sword!"
"Oh man, you've got one of those?"
Kaiba nodded as his monster's as well as Joey's switched their attack with their defense points.
"I'm dead." Joey muttered. He was right. The blonde duelist watched as his Armored lizard got destroyed and his life points went down to zero.
"Aww, man."
"Quit whining." Seto said, striding over to where he stood. "You dueled better then I thought you would, but there was no way you could win against me."
Joey glared, although it was mainly out of reflex. After a moment of awkward silence Joey glanced to the device on his arm.
"Anyway, these systems are great. A lot easier to handle."
"Thanks." The other teen said offhandedly.
Joey did his best to imitate Kaiba's confident smirk.
"You've been saying that a lot lately."
"Fine, I'll stop." Seto's voice was almost teasing.
"No, don't." Joey caught the blue eyes of his opponent easily. "I like it." Seto held his gaze for a moment, then looked away.
"We should get these systems back to the lab." He said nervously. Joey nodded after a moment, unsure of what to make of their actions, Seto's or his own.
"K."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Night came too quickly. The evening had gone by while Mokuba insisted that Joey play a videogame with him while Seto worked on some important documents for KaibaCorp. The game had been great, one of the best Joey had ever played, and it had been only later that he'd discovered it to be Seto Kaiba's own invention.
After that they had had dinner. Joey had spent most of the time glancing nervously at Seto, now positive that he had a crush on the guy, while Seto alternated between spacing out, thinking about his new . . . friendship? with Joey, and listening to Mokuba, Mokuba chattering away cheerfully about school and a new friend he had made that day.
When dinner was over, as it was a Friday night, Mokuba went to watch a movie in the large first floor's living room (there was one on almost every floor). Soon enough the sound of war cries could be heard coming from in there, as the battle of Helm's Deep waged in the Kaiba Mansion (a/n: I LOVE Lord of the Rings!!). Seto and Joey had actually talked for an hour and a half without much awkwardness, while 'working on their school assignment' after Mokuba had asked why they hadn't started on it yet.
Now it was nearly midnight, and Joey was once again in his large borrowed bed, just about to drift off into a peaceful slumber when . . .
"No!" Honey colored eyes opened quickly and looked to the right wall, where the noise had come from. Seto was having a nightmare again. Without much pause (as Joey admitted to himself that he wanted to see Seto again anyway) he got up and crept to his friend's room. Once inside Joey was about to wake the sleeping teen, but paused as he heard what he murmured next.
"No . . . Yami, stop . . . Joey . . ."
Suddenly Joey remembered what Seto had called to ask him first thing the day before.
/"'Ello?"
Who's Yami?"/
And what he had been saying in the limo.
/"But Joey, I have to know right now. Who is-"
Why had he wanted to know so badly who Yami was?
"Seto? Seto."
Joey leaned in close and called out his friend's name, wary, remembering the night before and the bruise that he still bore.
Seto's ice-blue eyes shot open, but instead of receiving a punch this time Joey got a hug as Seto's arms wrapped tightly around him. Joey put his arms around the frightened teen as well, noticing vaguely that he liked the feel of it.
"I don't know what's going on." Seto murmured in his ear. Joey hugged him tighter.
"It's ok. We'll figure it out."
Seto pulled back and looked at Joey, face inches away from the blonde's. He offered the smallest of smiles, a huge accomplishment for him.
"Thank you." He said sincerely, although Joey noticed with slight amusement how his voice stuttered a bit on the unfamiliar words. He also noticed that his lips and Seto's were only inches apart, and he could barely resist kissing them then. Seto seemed perfect then, so different then usual. His mouth bore no smirk, his eyes seemed so open, so innocent.
"You're welcome." Joey breathed. The moment stretched on for what seemed like eternity, neither boy wanting to move, but, Seto at least, not sure what he wanted instead.
Slowly, imperceptibly at first, Seto's face moved closer to Joey's. The blonde's eyes glowed with excitement. He wanted to kiss Seto, he was sure of it, but he didn't want to shatter the delicate relationship they had constructed so far.
But Seto was moving closer to him!
Joey's lips parted slightly, and then their lips met.
Seto wasn't sure why he had done that. Joey would push him back, surely, and ask him why the hell he'd done that . . . and Seto wouldn't have a clear answer. But Joey did not pull back. If anything, he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving to explore Seto's mouth.
'Oh God, what am I doing? This is Joey Wheeler!" Seto's mind feebly argued as his body wrapped his arms around Joey's neck. But oddly enough, the thought didn't shock Seto as much as he'd thought it would. Seto smiled against the kiss. This actually wasn't that bad.
They continued on for ten strait minutes, Seto becoming surer of his feelings, and Joey becoming almost delirious with happiness.
Seto wasn't disgusted with him, he'd actually initiated the kiss. He felt the same way. No matter how strange his feelings were, Joey was glad that he wasn't feeling them alone.
Finally Seto pulled back slightly.
"Oh." He said softly, breathing hard.
"Yeah." Joey replied, grinning. They sat there for a moment, but the silence was, for the first time, comfortable. Finally Joey broke it.
"I should probably go back to bed." He whispered.
Seto nodded, not looking away from Joey's honey colored eyes.
"Yeah, you should."
Then they were kissing again. Neither boy was sure who'd started it this time, but each one glad he had.
Seto's kisses moved down from the blonde's lips, wanting to know what Joey Wheeler tasted like. Joey moaned as Seto's lips reached the soft hollow in the base of his throat, and Seto was for once glad that Mokuba's room was on a different floor. Seto's tongue flicked across Joey's neck, causing a shiver to run up the blonde's spine.
Joey tastes like the beach, Seto decided. Not like Yami. He tasted like those imported spices he got from Africa. . .
Seto pulled back.
Where had that thought come from? Yami had kissed him once, but he had never gotten a taste . . . Joey was watching him uncertainly.
"Seto?"
'He thinks I'm regretting this.' The brunette realized.
Seto ran a hand through Joey's silky blonde hair (who knew the mutt's hair was so silky, like a puppy's) and responded,
"We should get some sleep."
Joey nodded, still looking uncertain, so Seto leaned forward and kissed him quickly.
"Good night."
"Night." Joey said, half-dazed smile back in place as he stood and slipped out of Seto's bedroom. Seto leaned back against his pillows and stared at his plain white ceiling, lost in thought.
Why did Seto keep having such strange thoughts about that mysterious Yami? It wasn't his own daydreams, he was sure. He'd only met Yami twice. He didn't feel that way about him . . . not like he did for Joey, right?
He wasn't sure, but he was planning on finding out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC
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Blue Eyes: there's chapter 6. What do you think? Review!!
