A/N: Urg, sorry for the slow update. Something happened and I've been quite…distracted.
Joey: *snigger*
SHUT-UP!!
*mutter mutter*
*smile*
Ala: Ya think so? …BATTLE MODE!! XD
Koishii No Tenshi: *grin* You shall find out soon enough…
LaDy SaSaMi7: …yes…yes, I think that's what was going on…why don't we ask Bakura?
Bakura: Wouldn't you like to know?
Psh, I wrote it.
Bakura: Then why are you asking me!?
Just a little confirmation.
Bakura: …you pathetic little thing. *walks away*
Heheh. You know he was tryin' to get a little piece a--
Bakura: I RESENT THAT!!
^^ Well, there ya go.
Yami Hitokiri: Thanks for the criticism! Sorry if it's a little confusing, but it IS supposed to be in present-tense. And I'll try to be a little more descriptive from now on…tell me if I improve any! I'll keep workin' on it!
Female-Yami/Yugi: *is squealing with joy* Lookit all the Bakura plushies! YAAAYYYY!!!! *huggles* Thank you! …umm, can I have a Marik one, too? ^^;;
Ranma Higurashi: Aww? Ryou was nearly raped!
Bakura: I SAID I RESENT THAT!!!
^^ He's so cute when he's angry.
Sorry for leavin' you guys in the dark and all…but, uh…*nervous laugh*
Here's the new chapter! I thought I'd put in something…suggestive…with Joey and Kaiba, and since everyone always has them wrestling and ending up in an odd position, I thought of doing something else. Haven't seen it done before, so I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*When Belts Collide*~*~*~*~*~
He tried. He had really tried to lighten him up.
He tried getting him to watch a movie. He tried getting him to play twenty questions. He even went as far as to suggest an innocent game of twister with his brother. But all he could get out of Seto Kaiba was grunting, glaring, and the occasional slamming of a door in his face.
He could swear the guy was avoiding him.
And now, in his current position, he can't help but think… that begging the millionaire for hours upon hours to play with him wasn't such a good idea.
"Make your move, Puppy."
"Man, if you don't stop callin' me that…" He had momentarily forgotten the nickname given to him earlier and, ironically enough, chose the little dog piece to play Monopoly with.
"I'm growing old here…" He moans, a hint of whining in his voice.
"Hey, just cuz' YOUR good with money, don't mean I am."
"It's not that hard, Pup. You don't have enough money to buy the deed and I doubt you'd be willing to mortgage something, so just give it up."
"Ehhh…" 'He's right, although I hate to admit it.' "Okay, you go."
He snorts and rolls the die with detached interest, moving his silver money bag ten spaces ahead and passing GO. "Easy cash."
"Ha!" Joey points at the purple square. "You landed on my property! Now ya gotta pay me…" he looks at the rent value. "Twelve bucks!"
"Ooo, I don't know…" He flips through his stack of $500 bills. "Twelve dollars might be too much for me…"
"Does that mean I win?"
"I was lying, here." He pulls out a fifty. "You should have plenty of change."
"What's dat supposed ta mean?"
He watches in amusement as the blonde retrieves $38 from the ones and tens littering his area. "Nothing at all."
"Hey," he pauses thoughtfully. "I should just keep 'dis money, ya know."
"Oh?" His eyes flash at the thought of wrestling it away from him. "And why is that?"
He responds brightly, "You nevah paid the hottie tax!"
His eyes widen ever so slightly, his lips parting. 'What did he just say?' Another mischievous flash. "I seem to be unfamiliar with his tax. Care to explain?"
"Uh…" He swallows loudly. 'What da hell was THAT Joey!?' He was so used to hitting on girls, it just kind of slipped out. 'He's a guy!...and dat was corny anyway!'
"Well?" He probes with his eyes, relishing at how nervous the other boy had become.
"You…you hafta pay extra 'cuz it's so nice on my property!" He smiles triumphantly.
"Well now, I thought you said 'hottie' tax."
A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of his face. "Musta heard wrong."
He continues to stare. '…heard wrong? What if he's right? What if I just heard what I wanted to hear…' He silently curses himself. 'WANTED to? I didn't want to hear that!'
"Are you-"
"Yes."
"Heh." He grabs the die warily. "Had me worried for a minute." He quickly rolls and moves ahead, ending up on another un-purchased lot. "…I'll take it!"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
He flips one of his deeds over. "Back off, IknowwhatI'mdoin'."
Kaiba sighs. The issue of what to do with his guest had been nagging at him all day. 'The imp was right…he should know about his father.'
"Eh?" He thought he heard the other teen mutter something. "What's da mattah with you?"
"Enough of this game," Seto throws his money on the board. "We need to talk."
The lighter-haired boy follows example, puzzlement spreading across his face. "About what?"
He leans back against the arm of the couch. 'How should I say this?' His eyes travel upward to meet the honey pair. 'I don't want to hurt him…'
He takes a moment to contemplate the situation. '…don't want to hurt him?' It was the truth…and it scared him. 'But, that's not me.' He grimaces. 'I have to be blunt…
…no matter what the case.'
He gestures to his bandaged leg. "You were shot by your father, correct?"
"…" Okay, that was a little surprising. "…yeah. But how do ya kno--"
"They've arrested him."
A groan escapes his throat.
"They're going to come look for you."
The muscles in his jaws tighten. "I know."
Blue eyes soften for an instant.
"But that doesn't mean…" he lowers his head, shaking it. "…it shouldn't mean…"
A long pause.
"…what?"
He squeezes his eyes shut. "Don't make me go back, Kaiba!"
'Is he…' He pulls away. '…is he crying?'
The implied teen quickly runs an arm over his face before looking up. "They'll…they'll put me in fostah care. Please don't turn me in. Please…"
He winces slightly. He knew what it was like to be in the care of a complete stranger. Bad things happened, and people died. But at least he had had Mokuba. If Joey went…he wouldn't have anyone. He knew the thought was unbearable.
'…why the hell am I acting like this!? He doesn't need to know that!'
"Hn." He regains his composure with some difficulty. "So the Puppy begs, too?"
"What…what--" 'I just put myself on da line there! How can he be so emotionless!?'
Another well-placed smirk. "I'll let you stay."
"R-really?" He chokes, nearly bursting with joy.
"…if only for Mokuba's sake."
"Guh!" His cheeks grow dangerously red, all previous feelings forgotten.
"Why so flustered all of a sudden?"
"Ya…you!" He points in anger. "Why ya gotta be such a JERK!?"
"What?" He looks at him sideways. "For telling the truth?"
His finger becomes limp. 'Is that what he really thinks a me?' He turns away before the other can see the change on his face.
Kaiba frowns. 'Why is HE acting like that? …I said he could stay…' He pushes the thought aside, deciding it could wait till later, and stands up, heading for the stairs.
"Hey!" Joey catches the movement. "Where ya goin'!?"
"To my bedroom," he coolly replies.
"Hrrr…" He rises awkwardly. "I'm sick 'n' tired of you--"
He turns the corner.
"Are you listenin' to me!?" He ignores the sharp pain in his leg and chases after him. "Wait a minute!"
'Hmm?' Kaiba sees the infuriated teen behind him. 'What does he want now?'
"Hey, I'm talkin' ta you!" He points at his back indignantly. "Listen up!"
"Is that a threat, Puppy?" He speeds around another corner.
"Yeah, it is! So-" He nearly trips over his feet. "Ah, no fair!" He grabs the wall and swings himself around the corner. "I dunno where I'm goin'!"
The other teen makes no move to respond.
"Kaiba!" He picks up the pace, trying to catch up. 'If I get lost, it'll give 'em the perfect chance ta make fun a me again!'
He hobbles along, desperate not to lose sight of his target. 'I'm gonna catch him! …and then I'm gonna hit 'em real hard!' He grins, unaware of the now silent footsteps, and races down the stretch of hallway he saw him down last.
"Oh Kaaiba! I'm almost the--" His words are cut short as he rounds the corner and crashes into something.
"Oof!" He catches Seto off-guard, sending them both flying into his bedroom.
"Whoa, whoa!" Joey grabs out in front of him, trying to regain his balance in the dark. "I can't see!"
"Get off of me!"
"Gyah!" He stumbles backwards, slamming into the large bed frame. "Ow! What's goin' on!?"
"We're stuck," comes the hoarse reply.
"We're stuck? Why are we stuck!?"
"Are you wearing a belt?"
"Yeah, but…"
"It's attached to mine."
'Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!! The one time I wear a belt it gets stuck on anothah one!? What da hell is THAT crap?!'
He takes a moment to steady his breathing before cautiously reaching up. "Eh?" He feels his hands bump into something soft. "What's dat?"
Kaiba inhales sharply. 'Why…does he have his finger…on my lips?' He strains his eyes, trying to see the other's face.
Joey feels the thing under his finger move. "Oh!" He quickly pulls his arm away. "Uh…what're we gonna….I mean, how are we gonna-"
His hips jerk forward.
"Nh!"
The brunette smiles, hearing the other's breathing hitch. "Afraid of the dark, are we?"
A severe blush covers his features. "What're you doin'!?"
"I'm trying to get us loose." He takes a step back. "Pull the other way."
"R-right." He wraps his arms around the railing, bracing himself.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." He tightens his grip.
"Here we go." He leans back, withdrawing his lower half. "…wiggle or something."
"Wiggle?" He pulls back hard. "Like that?"
"Sure. Just…do something." He pulls away again, causing the blonde to jerk back.
"So…where are we anyway?"
"My bedroom." An aggravated grunt. "I told you before I left, remember?"
"Oh…"
Their game of tug-o-war goes on for a while before both boys become impatient. Each put more force into their pulls, causing the other to yell out.
Both begin to sweat.
"Joey," he pants. Don't--"
"Shut-up!" He jerks back hard, a little ecstatic, causing the larger teen to topple over him.
Seto quickly reasserts himself.
"It's obvious we're not getting anywhere with this. It's probably stuck…someplace else." He bucks his hips upward. "Go down."
'Go down!? What the fu-'
"Pull down!"
"Oh!" He quickly does as ordered, earning a loud click from below. "I think it's workin'…"
"Again."
They repeat the up and down motion.
"Ngh!" Joey re-grasps the decorative poles. "K-Kaiba!"
He continues thrusting up. "What?"
"Y-you're hurtin' my leg!"
"Your leg?" He growls. "Here then!" His hands grope blindly for their belts, making the other gasp. "We'll just have to do it manually!"
"Geh, watch it!"
His hands fumble for the buckle, scraping against the jean's zipper.
Joey squirms under his touch. 'Why is he…doing that?' The tugging starts again.
He nearly moans. 'That feels kinda…good…and warm…and--oh God that isn't helping…'
"Be still!" The other shouts, now frantically working on the belts.
Soft footsteps approach the open door. "Seto? Is everything okay in there?" The light flickers on and Mokuba steps inside. "I thought I heard--oh!"
Joey was pressed up against the bed, his eyes scrunched shut, his head rolled back, with his brother nearly straddling him, his hands dangerously close to his crotch.
"Well, well, well." He crosses his arms, smiling. "I didn't know you two were on such friendly terms."
"Ugh, Mokuba!" He quickly undoes his belt buckle, putting an end to their struggle. "We weren't-"
"Bathroom!" Joey runs out the door, blushing like mad.
His eyes grow wide with realization. "Y-yeah. Show him where the bathroom is!" He waits for the younger Kaiba to leave the room before sprinting off to his own.
…
…to say the least?
…
Two showers turned on that afternoon.
…
…and both with cold water.
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A/N: *snicker* Guess they were too caught up in the moment to turn on the light…
Seto: o.o;; …the light?
Yeah, the light. Ya know that little switch by the door?
Seto: O.O …I…must've forgot…
Joey: That was…uh…*scurries off*
^^ Aww.
PLEASE REVIEW!!! (I live on your reviews! XD)
Joey: *snigger*
SHUT-UP!!
*mutter mutter*
*smile*
Ala: Ya think so? …BATTLE MODE!! XD
Koishii No Tenshi: *grin* You shall find out soon enough…
LaDy SaSaMi7: …yes…yes, I think that's what was going on…why don't we ask Bakura?
Bakura: Wouldn't you like to know?
Psh, I wrote it.
Bakura: Then why are you asking me!?
Just a little confirmation.
Bakura: …you pathetic little thing. *walks away*
Heheh. You know he was tryin' to get a little piece a--
Bakura: I RESENT THAT!!
^^ Well, there ya go.
Yami Hitokiri: Thanks for the criticism! Sorry if it's a little confusing, but it IS supposed to be in present-tense. And I'll try to be a little more descriptive from now on…tell me if I improve any! I'll keep workin' on it!
Female-Yami/Yugi: *is squealing with joy* Lookit all the Bakura plushies! YAAAYYYY!!!! *huggles* Thank you! …umm, can I have a Marik one, too? ^^;;
Ranma Higurashi: Aww? Ryou was nearly raped!
Bakura: I SAID I RESENT THAT!!!
^^ He's so cute when he's angry.
Sorry for leavin' you guys in the dark and all…but, uh…*nervous laugh*
Here's the new chapter! I thought I'd put in something…suggestive…with Joey and Kaiba, and since everyone always has them wrestling and ending up in an odd position, I thought of doing something else. Haven't seen it done before, so I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*When Belts Collide*~*~*~*~*~
He tried. He had really tried to lighten him up.
He tried getting him to watch a movie. He tried getting him to play twenty questions. He even went as far as to suggest an innocent game of twister with his brother. But all he could get out of Seto Kaiba was grunting, glaring, and the occasional slamming of a door in his face.
He could swear the guy was avoiding him.
And now, in his current position, he can't help but think… that begging the millionaire for hours upon hours to play with him wasn't such a good idea.
"Make your move, Puppy."
"Man, if you don't stop callin' me that…" He had momentarily forgotten the nickname given to him earlier and, ironically enough, chose the little dog piece to play Monopoly with.
"I'm growing old here…" He moans, a hint of whining in his voice.
"Hey, just cuz' YOUR good with money, don't mean I am."
"It's not that hard, Pup. You don't have enough money to buy the deed and I doubt you'd be willing to mortgage something, so just give it up."
"Ehhh…" 'He's right, although I hate to admit it.' "Okay, you go."
He snorts and rolls the die with detached interest, moving his silver money bag ten spaces ahead and passing GO. "Easy cash."
"Ha!" Joey points at the purple square. "You landed on my property! Now ya gotta pay me…" he looks at the rent value. "Twelve bucks!"
"Ooo, I don't know…" He flips through his stack of $500 bills. "Twelve dollars might be too much for me…"
"Does that mean I win?"
"I was lying, here." He pulls out a fifty. "You should have plenty of change."
"What's dat supposed ta mean?"
He watches in amusement as the blonde retrieves $38 from the ones and tens littering his area. "Nothing at all."
"Hey," he pauses thoughtfully. "I should just keep 'dis money, ya know."
"Oh?" His eyes flash at the thought of wrestling it away from him. "And why is that?"
He responds brightly, "You nevah paid the hottie tax!"
His eyes widen ever so slightly, his lips parting. 'What did he just say?' Another mischievous flash. "I seem to be unfamiliar with his tax. Care to explain?"
"Uh…" He swallows loudly. 'What da hell was THAT Joey!?' He was so used to hitting on girls, it just kind of slipped out. 'He's a guy!...and dat was corny anyway!'
"Well?" He probes with his eyes, relishing at how nervous the other boy had become.
"You…you hafta pay extra 'cuz it's so nice on my property!" He smiles triumphantly.
"Well now, I thought you said 'hottie' tax."
A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of his face. "Musta heard wrong."
He continues to stare. '…heard wrong? What if he's right? What if I just heard what I wanted to hear…' He silently curses himself. 'WANTED to? I didn't want to hear that!'
"Are you-"
"Yes."
"Heh." He grabs the die warily. "Had me worried for a minute." He quickly rolls and moves ahead, ending up on another un-purchased lot. "…I'll take it!"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
He flips one of his deeds over. "Back off, IknowwhatI'mdoin'."
Kaiba sighs. The issue of what to do with his guest had been nagging at him all day. 'The imp was right…he should know about his father.'
"Eh?" He thought he heard the other teen mutter something. "What's da mattah with you?"
"Enough of this game," Seto throws his money on the board. "We need to talk."
The lighter-haired boy follows example, puzzlement spreading across his face. "About what?"
He leans back against the arm of the couch. 'How should I say this?' His eyes travel upward to meet the honey pair. 'I don't want to hurt him…'
He takes a moment to contemplate the situation. '…don't want to hurt him?' It was the truth…and it scared him. 'But, that's not me.' He grimaces. 'I have to be blunt…
…no matter what the case.'
He gestures to his bandaged leg. "You were shot by your father, correct?"
"…" Okay, that was a little surprising. "…yeah. But how do ya kno--"
"They've arrested him."
A groan escapes his throat.
"They're going to come look for you."
The muscles in his jaws tighten. "I know."
Blue eyes soften for an instant.
"But that doesn't mean…" he lowers his head, shaking it. "…it shouldn't mean…"
A long pause.
"…what?"
He squeezes his eyes shut. "Don't make me go back, Kaiba!"
'Is he…' He pulls away. '…is he crying?'
The implied teen quickly runs an arm over his face before looking up. "They'll…they'll put me in fostah care. Please don't turn me in. Please…"
He winces slightly. He knew what it was like to be in the care of a complete stranger. Bad things happened, and people died. But at least he had had Mokuba. If Joey went…he wouldn't have anyone. He knew the thought was unbearable.
'…why the hell am I acting like this!? He doesn't need to know that!'
"Hn." He regains his composure with some difficulty. "So the Puppy begs, too?"
"What…what--" 'I just put myself on da line there! How can he be so emotionless!?'
Another well-placed smirk. "I'll let you stay."
"R-really?" He chokes, nearly bursting with joy.
"…if only for Mokuba's sake."
"Guh!" His cheeks grow dangerously red, all previous feelings forgotten.
"Why so flustered all of a sudden?"
"Ya…you!" He points in anger. "Why ya gotta be such a JERK!?"
"What?" He looks at him sideways. "For telling the truth?"
His finger becomes limp. 'Is that what he really thinks a me?' He turns away before the other can see the change on his face.
Kaiba frowns. 'Why is HE acting like that? …I said he could stay…' He pushes the thought aside, deciding it could wait till later, and stands up, heading for the stairs.
"Hey!" Joey catches the movement. "Where ya goin'!?"
"To my bedroom," he coolly replies.
"Hrrr…" He rises awkwardly. "I'm sick 'n' tired of you--"
He turns the corner.
"Are you listenin' to me!?" He ignores the sharp pain in his leg and chases after him. "Wait a minute!"
'Hmm?' Kaiba sees the infuriated teen behind him. 'What does he want now?'
"Hey, I'm talkin' ta you!" He points at his back indignantly. "Listen up!"
"Is that a threat, Puppy?" He speeds around another corner.
"Yeah, it is! So-" He nearly trips over his feet. "Ah, no fair!" He grabs the wall and swings himself around the corner. "I dunno where I'm goin'!"
The other teen makes no move to respond.
"Kaiba!" He picks up the pace, trying to catch up. 'If I get lost, it'll give 'em the perfect chance ta make fun a me again!'
He hobbles along, desperate not to lose sight of his target. 'I'm gonna catch him! …and then I'm gonna hit 'em real hard!' He grins, unaware of the now silent footsteps, and races down the stretch of hallway he saw him down last.
"Oh Kaaiba! I'm almost the--" His words are cut short as he rounds the corner and crashes into something.
"Oof!" He catches Seto off-guard, sending them both flying into his bedroom.
"Whoa, whoa!" Joey grabs out in front of him, trying to regain his balance in the dark. "I can't see!"
"Get off of me!"
"Gyah!" He stumbles backwards, slamming into the large bed frame. "Ow! What's goin' on!?"
"We're stuck," comes the hoarse reply.
"We're stuck? Why are we stuck!?"
"Are you wearing a belt?"
"Yeah, but…"
"It's attached to mine."
'Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!! The one time I wear a belt it gets stuck on anothah one!? What da hell is THAT crap?!'
He takes a moment to steady his breathing before cautiously reaching up. "Eh?" He feels his hands bump into something soft. "What's dat?"
Kaiba inhales sharply. 'Why…does he have his finger…on my lips?' He strains his eyes, trying to see the other's face.
Joey feels the thing under his finger move. "Oh!" He quickly pulls his arm away. "Uh…what're we gonna….I mean, how are we gonna-"
His hips jerk forward.
"Nh!"
The brunette smiles, hearing the other's breathing hitch. "Afraid of the dark, are we?"
A severe blush covers his features. "What're you doin'!?"
"I'm trying to get us loose." He takes a step back. "Pull the other way."
"R-right." He wraps his arms around the railing, bracing himself.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." He tightens his grip.
"Here we go." He leans back, withdrawing his lower half. "…wiggle or something."
"Wiggle?" He pulls back hard. "Like that?"
"Sure. Just…do something." He pulls away again, causing the blonde to jerk back.
"So…where are we anyway?"
"My bedroom." An aggravated grunt. "I told you before I left, remember?"
"Oh…"
Their game of tug-o-war goes on for a while before both boys become impatient. Each put more force into their pulls, causing the other to yell out.
Both begin to sweat.
"Joey," he pants. Don't--"
"Shut-up!" He jerks back hard, a little ecstatic, causing the larger teen to topple over him.
Seto quickly reasserts himself.
"It's obvious we're not getting anywhere with this. It's probably stuck…someplace else." He bucks his hips upward. "Go down."
'Go down!? What the fu-'
"Pull down!"
"Oh!" He quickly does as ordered, earning a loud click from below. "I think it's workin'…"
"Again."
They repeat the up and down motion.
"Ngh!" Joey re-grasps the decorative poles. "K-Kaiba!"
He continues thrusting up. "What?"
"Y-you're hurtin' my leg!"
"Your leg?" He growls. "Here then!" His hands grope blindly for their belts, making the other gasp. "We'll just have to do it manually!"
"Geh, watch it!"
His hands fumble for the buckle, scraping against the jean's zipper.
Joey squirms under his touch. 'Why is he…doing that?' The tugging starts again.
He nearly moans. 'That feels kinda…good…and warm…and--oh God that isn't helping…'
"Be still!" The other shouts, now frantically working on the belts.
Soft footsteps approach the open door. "Seto? Is everything okay in there?" The light flickers on and Mokuba steps inside. "I thought I heard--oh!"
Joey was pressed up against the bed, his eyes scrunched shut, his head rolled back, with his brother nearly straddling him, his hands dangerously close to his crotch.
"Well, well, well." He crosses his arms, smiling. "I didn't know you two were on such friendly terms."
"Ugh, Mokuba!" He quickly undoes his belt buckle, putting an end to their struggle. "We weren't-"
"Bathroom!" Joey runs out the door, blushing like mad.
His eyes grow wide with realization. "Y-yeah. Show him where the bathroom is!" He waits for the younger Kaiba to leave the room before sprinting off to his own.
…
…to say the least?
…
Two showers turned on that afternoon.
…
…and both with cold water.
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A/N: *snicker* Guess they were too caught up in the moment to turn on the light…
Seto: o.o;; …the light?
Yeah, the light. Ya know that little switch by the door?
Seto: O.O …I…must've forgot…
Joey: That was…uh…*scurries off*
^^ Aww.
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