Rebirth
by Ceresi
Rating: R
WARNING: There are spoilers for the HP books in here. I know, it's crazy. Also, slash, and one racy little R scene. ALSO. This is still, for all intents and purposes, a rough draft. I've had it betaed and edited it several times myself, but I'm working on a sequal, and some changes might be necessary.
Want more notes? See Chapter One
***
Seto steadily refused to step foot on the third floor, where his room, Mokuba's room, and his study lied.
He wasn't afraid of his brother, or really very angry with him. Something in his chest just felt cracked, slightly broken. He almost called a bodyguard and ordered him to accompany Mokuba before thinking better of it; maybe he could just show Mokuba he was sorry instead of trying to say it. He wasn't good at talking.
It was going on eleven when he heard the front door open. He was on his feet before he remembered that he'd given Joey the pass codes.
The door to the main sitting room swung open, bounced off the wall. Joey dropped his book bag on the floor, eyes dark and wide and unutterably perfect. "Seto."
Seto kissed him before he knew that he was moving, fingers tangling up in Joey's hair, nudging him back into the wall. Strong arms went around his waist and squeezed tightly -- Seto pressed his hands against Joey's shoulders, his neck, his face, just feeling him and breathing him in.
The kiss ended. Joey hurried on to his jaw, his neck. Seto groaned as Joey nipped his throat and let out a growl. "What are you, a terrier?"
Joey's hands slid to his hips, pushing the two of them together. He reluctantly let Seto's neck alone, gasping for air. His eyes were huge and dilated, his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. "God, I missed you."
Seto pushed Joey's hair from his face and kissed his lips, his nose.
"Missed this." Joey shoved the coat off Seto's shoulders, left his arms hopelessly tangled. He tugged his collar away and licked a stripe down his neck. When Seto groaned, he did it again, yanking his shirt open to reach lower. "The way you taste."
Seto hummed helplessly, his body finding a mind of it's own and rocking helplessly into Joey's.
"Been worried about you," Joey panted. "Really worried." He slid slightly down the wall, pressing his knee between Seto's legs. "Non-stop worried." Seto found the pulse in his throat and sucked, hard. Joey grabbed a handful of his coat and yanked him closer, their chests pressed together as he panted. "So -- good --"
Seto pulled back slightly and licked the injured flesh. He managed to free his arms and yank Joey's baggy, worn shirt off of him. "You need new clothes," he said breathlessly. He tossed the shirt aside and ran his hands over Joey's back. His fingers slipped in the sweat he found there.
"Gonna make me a yuppie?"
"No amount of clothing could --" Seto paused to bend his neck and kiss Joey's chest, tongue worshipping the humid skin. "-- could accomplish that."
Joey shivered delightfully and pulled Seto's shirt off, threw it away.
"Besides," Seto continued, falling to his knees and kissing the lightly muscled stomach. "I want your clothes off right now."
Joey's fingers combed through Seto's hair, trailed down to rub the nape of his neck. Seto looked up as his kisses neared the belt holding up Joey's baggy pants -- and then he paused, sighing with a combination of pain and intense relief as Joey kneaded the tense muscles of his shoulders.
A moment latter, Joey tugged him to his feet, urgency tightly restrained in his eyes. "Your room," he said. His breath was wonderfully uneven as he kissed the tender spot beneath Seto's ear. "I wanna to go slow. I've missed you."
Seto kissed him as slowly as he could bear, his pulse a deafening roar in his skull. Joey's hands were restless, running over his back, his waist, tugging his thighs apart. Seto ground against Joey's hip, moaning when Joey's hand slipped between them. He pulled away and caught a mischievous grin.
"Evil pup," he murmured. He touched their foreheads together. "I love you."
He felt Joey's eyelashes brush his cheek as he blinked, surprised, and then he felt his slow, cocky smile. He opened his eyes to see it -- he'd missed that too, he found.
"D'you know what?" Joey started to lead him up the stairs. "I think I knew that."
"Dog."
"Keep it up and I won't show you how much I knew it."
Seto fell silent.
~
Mokuba pressed his face to the screen, peering into Daisuke's bedroom. His boyfriend was sitting at his desk, surfing the 'Net with an expression of utmost boredom.
"Hey, Daisuke."
He jumped, spun around in his chair. "Mokuba!" He ran to the window and pushed out the screen. "C'mon -- someone's gonna see you --"
Mokuba grabbed his jaw and kissed him, giggling as Daisuke moaned a little. Embarrassed, Daisuke pulled away. "What's funny?"
"You." Mokuba tugged him back and kissed him again. "You sound good."
He liked the way that Daisuke rubbed circles into his back, a little unsure, very warm. Daisuke finally pulled away and looked skittishly at the shrubbery. "If my neighbors see you they'll call the cops."
Mokuba clambered over the windowsill and sat beneath it, legs stuck out carelessly in front of him. "This better?"
"Much." Daisuke sat carefully on his thighs. "Is this, um, okay?"
Mokuba shrugged carelessly, suddenly intently focused on the buckles of Daisuke's jacket. "Yes."
Daisuke watched him. "D'you wanna talk?"
"No." Mokuba leaned forward and kissed him. "I want to, um, you know."
Daisuke's eyes widened but he nodded eagerly, quite cutely so, in Mokuba's opinion. There was a moment more of kissing, and then Mokuba was tugged to his feet and towards the bed. "You're sure."
"Totally sure." It would piss Seto off, that was certain, and at the moment, that was all he really cared about.
They sat on the bed. Daisuke kissed him again, and then gently pushed him back -- lying in a tangle of clothes and skin, Mokuba felt the first flash of doubt.
He pushed it down and kissed Daisuke again.
