Disclaimer: Same as with previous chapters.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Shounen-ai. Boy love. If you have a problem with the thought of two boys making out, not to mention doing other, yummier things to each other, then … Actually, I really feel sorry for you. You're missing out on some extremely sexy mental images.

A/N: This is actually the prologue to a fic I started over Christmas break and then got bored with. But I feel it can stand on its own, and am still rather fond of it for some odd reason. The title was inspired by the movie Love, Actually, believe it or not, because I had the song stuck in my head for weeks after over-watching the DVD (an x-mas present) by about twenty times or so. Believe me, it does get rather annoying. Without the rest of the story the title no longer really fits anymore but meh. I'm much too lazy to come up with a better one.


All I Want For Christmas

When Mokuba had walked into his brother's study one cold winter afternoon with his eyes artfully wide and innocent looking, and his winsome smile proclaiming 'I need a huge favor, Niisan.', Kaiba Seto had fully expected the possibility of being roped into doing something he wouldn't particularly enjoy. What he most definitely hadn't expected was that he would find himself, come Christmas Eve, under the mistletoe being thoroughly, and very enjoyably kissed.

… By Jounouchi Katsuya.

Kaiba had learned early on that the Yuugi-tachi came with chaos and random impossibilities trailing behind them, and that his association with them (albeit an extremely reluctant, sometimes flat out denied one) meant that he probably would have looked on in mild amusement – if even that – had a gaping vortex suddenly appeared in the middle of his math class and swallowed up the teacher, along with half the class; his ability to experience genuine surprise having been utterly disintegrated ages ago.

And yet Kaiba's mind was reeling. Shock had banished all ability to mentally process, and he could only stand there in horror, disbelief, and a feeling that eerily resembled the melting of his insides into goo, but couldn't be, because it simply … couldn't.

So when Jou finally pulled away, a goofy grin on his face and an alcohol induced glaze in his eyes, Kaiba still couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. His eyes bore into Jou's flushed face, as if by simply staring all answers would be revealed.

How the hell did I get myself into this?


Fin.