Hi, sorry it's been so long since I updated, I've been really busy lately and I've had a little writers block.. Thanks for being so tolerant with me. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!
Gossip, love, hate.
Seto's eyes opened gradually as his vision accustomed to the dimness of their room. Joey was lying serenely next to him, he smiled and kissed his lover's head. Taking Joey's face in his supple hands, he put him down upon their pillow and got out of bed. Throwing on his dressing gown he stepped carefully out of their room. Making his way down the stairs and found the kitchen. The scent of fine boiled food wafted through the air. However the silence was deadly until he found there was only one chef inside who appeared to be doing nothing. He walked in and leant against the same surface the chef was.
"Here's the thing, I give you one hundred pounds and you give me full access to your kitchen." He pulled two fifty's from his gowns pocket. The large man peered at him suspiciously.
"Do you always carry money around in that?" He raised an eyebrow and slowly took the note's from his hand.
"You never know when it'll come in handy." The British man took off his apron and hat and set them aside. Once he left, Seto opened the fridge and scanned the shelves of expensive food.
He smiled, seeing potential in the provisions laid out orderly.
"Let's get down to business." He pulled out numerous containers and shut the fridge with his foot.
Joey mumbled in his sleep and stimulated slightly. Something bright was irritating his dream filled snooze. He slowly opened his eye's to find the soft wave of candle light filled the room. He winced slightly from pain as he sat up.
"Still sore puppy?" Seto occurred in front of him as he softly stroked his cheek. Joey mumbled and stared at the neatly laid you table in front of them. Joey's eye's shot open and pounced from his covers to the table.
"Oh, I'm starving!!" He licked his lips and rubbed his hands, it would seem like he hadn't eaten in years. Seto smirked and walked over to his seat, opposite Joey's. Before he knew it, Joey was consuming everything on his plate. Seto chuckled as Joey gurgled lightly until he finished everything in front of him. Joey's face turned tranquil and blushed with embarrassment. Seto laughed a little harder to the point where his eye's watered with salt tears. To his amazement, Seto was hit with a piece cheese.
His first reaction was to fight back, but he decided to have a little more fun with Joey. Standing, he picked up his glass from the table. Walking toward Joey and pouring his wine over Joey's head, however, before he could respond. Seto placed a finger on his mouth and stepped closer to him, sticking out his tongue to lick the sour wine from his face. Joey blushed as he reached down to pick up a strawberry, dipped it in cream, Joey waved it in Seto's face. He bit off the end and sucked on it for a little while.
"Nice? Well it ought to be, it was the only one." Seto finished it and pulled Joey in for a kiss. Pressing the tongue's together, Seto made sure Joey could still taste it's pureness. Joey purred a little and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck and deepened the kiss. Soon they pulled apart for air,
"Yep, it was." They smiled again, Seto suddenly took his hand and pulled him back to the seat. Pulling Joey on top of Seto's lap, they laughed once more and enjoyed the rest of their meal.
Over at the Turtle Game Shop…
"Okay, thanks Mokuba." Yugi sluggishly put on the phone and muttered insults under his breath. He stood and left the room, turning off lights and shutting doors as he went. He tiredly trudged up the stairs and walked into his room. There was no light on and Yami, his long term boyfriend was already asleep. He pulled off his clothes till he was only dressed in his boxers. Then he pulled up their covers and he slipped in. Yami soon sensed his presence and turned over.
"Hmm, Yugi. Where have you been?" Yami wrapped his arms around his small love as he yawned.
Yugi sighed angrily, "lets see, Mokuba told me that Joey and Kaiba were on a vacation to Swanage in England and then he hung up and called everyone else and then he called me back. Sobbing and blubbered like a little baby, telling me that he missed his big brother and how he doesn't want Joey to take Seto away." Yugi mimicked his voice and snuggled closer to Yami.
Yami opened his eye's again and asked, "and what did you tell him?" Yugi scoffed.
"Yeah, like I got a word in." They giggled quietly and until Yugi's laughter disappeared. Yami stared down and found Yugi, fast asleep in the comfort of the pharaoh's arms.
The next morning, Serenity woke early and dashed down the stairs, slipping on the way and then reaching the phone. Her face turned to a frown when she saw there was no messages. Her face turned angry and she stormed into Tristan's living room. Tristan turned to see her lean against the dinning room table.
"Serenity, are you alright?" She suddenly began to sob, Tristan hastily ran over to her side and rubbed her back soothingly talking to her.
"Come on now Serenity, it's okay, don't be upset. I'm sure Joey is just fine." He pulled her close and squeezed her tight. Allowing her to sob gently now into his chest.
"I just want to know that he's okay." Her voice was shaky and unsettled. Tristan shushed her tenderly and pulled her into a deep kiss. Serenity opened her eye's and allowed him to continue, till he pulled away. Her crying stopped and her voice was silenced.
'Okay, what just happened, I knew Tristan liked me but I never excepted this. Maybe it was a mistake staying with Tristan while Joey's on his stupid getaway.' She lowered her head and turned away from his gaze. Tristan realised that it was a mistake and left the room. She lifted and called out,
"Tristan wait." Her shrill voice yelled, however he had already left. Serenity rested her hand on her heart, she felt the pain swell in her heart, she shouldn't of done that. She made Tristan feel rejected and unwanted, she hated herself.
Mokuba pulled up a large arm chair to the tele-screen and rested his head on the side. He sighed a little and decided to call his brother. He dial Seto's lap top and waited for him to answer.
"Hello," his face appeared, as did Joey's. They were both dripping wet and had towels wrapped around their waist's.
"Hi guys, how's it going?" Mokuba wasn't happy to see Joey, he was hoping to talk to his brother alone.
"Everything is going great, right pup?" Seto turned his head and nuzzled his nose into Joey's neck. He giggled and gave off a nod.
"I'm going to get ready." He announced and walked off screen.
"Okay pup." Seto watched as he removed his towel and almost forgot he was on the line. Mokuba watched him stare into nothing but Joey's body, though he was delighted that he couldn't see him on screen. Mokuba eventually started to drum his fingers and roll his eye's.
"Seto, over here." He pointed out, his brother shook his head and looked back to him.
"Sorry Mokuba. It's just; I'm kinda desecrated these days. I'll be coming home soon. Then maybe we can do to a theme park, the three of us." For a moment, Mokuba was excited but having a third wheel was not his idea of fun. His face saddened however he decided not to press the matter further.
"So where are you going?"
"Oh, we going out for breakfast, then later were going to do some sight seeing. Don't worry I'll take lots of pictures for you. I know you like castles. How's your model coming?" Mokuba had been working on a model castle with Seto for a few months but he halted it lately.
"Oh, slow, I kinda wish you were here to help me." His gaze dropped to the floor.
"No worries I'll be home soon and we'll do it together. Anyway, I've got to go. Bye"
"Yeah, bye." Mokuba stopped the connection and slumped back in the comfy chair.
'Oh, I don't want my brother to have a boyfriend. Joey I nice and all but I'll never get time to be with Seto any more if he's around. It's not fair I want my brother back!!" His words pounded in his mind, the anger boiled deep within him. Till he picked up a near by vase and threw it hard against the wall. Crying hard he fled into the bare living room and landed on the sofa, crying into it's soft fabric.
