Disclaimer: I do not own YGO. This is for fan purposes only and I make no money (dammit).
These shorts are simply a way of training myself. I have ADD, thus I lack concentration, but I am aesthetically oriented, thus I have googols of plot bunnies running around in my head - the combination may slowly be driving me to insanity. It's mostly impossible for me to sit down and write a long winded fic, so I've decided to just start writing whatever random scenes come into my head in an attempt to increase my meager literature talents and write something worth reading.
The ficlets will range from humor, to yaoi, to angst, to smut, to het, to drama, to general jack-assery and back again and should have lots of different pairings, though I have a sinking feeling most of them will involve Seto in some way, shape, or form.
Constructive criticism is welcome, read, and put to good use; unless you're a bloody moron who still writes in script format.
Flames will be put where they belong – back down your gullet.
Now, read and review or small children will cry.
Pairing: Yami x Seto (Prideshipping)
"Bastard."
Yami's brows furrowed in confusion as he entered the kitchen.
"I told you not to leave any marks."
Seto hadn't even turned away from his newspaper to berate him.
"I didn't."
"A giant one on my neck; right above my collar. Nice going."
"Like hell."
Yami sauntered over to the seated man.
"I could have sworn I'd kept my mouth away from there."
"You know how hard it's going to be to explain this?"
Seto turned around to face Yami. He pulled the collar of his black turtleneck down.
"…"
"Well?"
Yami's eyebrow rose in amusement.
"That's a fucking huge hickey."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
"How could you not? From here it looks like it's three times the size of my – "
"Idiot! I was being sarcastic!"
Yami blinked.
"Oh."
Yami ran his hand though his tousled hair.
"So…what do you want me to do about it?"
Seto shot daggers at the other man.
"Feel like a fool and make it go away; but considering your naiveté and the general laws of medical science, neither are likely to happen."
"…"
Seto allowed himself a small smile.
"Nothing to add?"
Yami's eyes sparked.
"Can I kiss it and make it better?"
He suddenly reached out and placed a hand on the back of Seto's head.
"Heh. You'll probably just make it worse. "
Yami leaned down to press his lips on Seto's neck and breathed into his ear.
"Most likely…"
His other hand found its way to the inside Seto's thigh.
"But since when did I care?"
Seto sighed in defeat as he reached a hand around Yami to pull him closer and his mouth found its way tothe other man'sear. He nibbled on the lobe gently as he reached up to grab a fistful of tri-colored hair.
"Good point..."
