Flames: Chapter 6

To my sweet Othello (thanks for offering to beat up my Aries for me, believe me if he hurts me, I'm going to be the first one to beat his ass from here to Russia and back again the other way).

Here it is folks! Artemis Fowl in leather pants, don't we all wish Coffer had him in them in the series?

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"I really don't think I should be wearing these." Artemis said, looking into the full length mirror. He was wearing a blue silk oxford shirt and black leather pants.

"Probably." Butler leaned back in the desk chair. He was wearing his tailored black shirt and tan suit. He straightened his black silk tie. "I'm just surprised I was able to talk you into them."

"Yes. How did that happen?"

"Your subconscious urges to look sexy in front of me?"

"You know, I am under aged Butler." Artemis glared at Butler's reflection. The real Eurasian man smirked back at his charge.

"So that kiss on the plane was…what exactly, Artemis, gratitude?" Butler allowed his eyes to travel down Artemis' backside as the Irishman blushed. "I am merely exploiting that little fun moment of weakness." Artemis turned to look at his bodyguard. "Very much what you are doing with Kaiba-san in those-" Butler pointed at Fowl's crotch "very leather pants. You would not be able to throw him off more if you had decided to wear your mother's evening wear and lipstick. Come here." Butler sighed. Artemis obeyed and kneeled in front of him. Butler took mousse and styled Artemis' hair into spikes. "If you're wearing those pornographic trousers, you are going to go in the full outfit." Butler held Artemis' head still as the big man applied eyeliner. "Come on, Arty, let's go rob them blind." Artemis smiled. They stood, grabbed their coats, and walked out to the waiting rented limo.

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"Why am I taking you again?" Seto asked his little brother. Mokuba straightened his shirt.

"Because I threatened to spent tonight eating nothing but sugar and play in your rooms if you didn't."

"Cheeky little bastard." Seto turned to Roland, his bodyguard. "Is the limo ready?"

"Of course Mr. Kaiba."

"Good. Come on."

The Kaibas walked into the restaurant looking for their table. They didn't have to look for long. Artemis lounged in his chair, listening intently to what his bodyguard was saying and sipping some tea. The young Fowl caught sight of the three men and stood, smirking. "Holy shiiit!" Mokuba said. "He's pretty! He's Artemis Fowl, big brother?"

"Yes." Seto managed to choke out, not even realizing his brother cussed. Artemis was wear (of course) black leather pants tight enough that they looked painted on and Seto could tell the Irishman was not wearing underwear. Roland made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a moan. Overtop those murderous pants was a silk shirt that matched Artemis' eyes, and a sleeveless tailored leather trench coat. His bodyguard, Butler, wore and tan and black suit that was also looked tailored. His hair was spiked and he wore black eyeliner making his eyes more brilliant. The two Kaibas and Roland moved to sit at the table. Artemis smirked knowingly as he sat down as well.

"What?" The Irishman leaned back in his chair. Seto snapped out of his staring.

"Going clubbing later, Fowl?"

"No, why?" Artemis raised his eyebrows. Seto shook his head.

"Nothing, just curious." Mokuba snorted into his water.

"Nice safe, big brother." Mokuba whispered, then started coughing. Roland pounded the younger male on the back. "Sorry wrong pipe."

"Kaiba-san, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing." Artemis' bodygaurd choked, probably covering up a snicker.

"I'm not he's my little brother, Mokuba." Seto growled, the nerve of Fowl! Implying he was into-gross!

"Ah yes, Mokuba." Artemis smiled, "I have heard so much about him. Your brother does not allow the media to touch you, it seems, Mokuba-san."

"Yes, he wants me to have a "normal" life whatever that means."

"Hmm, sounds like my mother and Butler."

"What is will that? I happen to like being the Vice President of KaibaCorp! Hell, I do most of the work! I am the one that schedules the press releases and interviews."

"So you are, ultimately, the reason all those poor reporters went into mental health institutes?" Fowl smiled.

"Hmm, yeah! Some of them had to join AA too."

"Ah-yes, I forgot about those."

"Yes. Big Brother scares everyone not used to him shitless"

"Mokuba! Language!" Seto admonished.

"Sorry, Seto."

"Kaiba-san. What do you recommend to eat." Artemis stared into Seto's eyes, smirking. Seto's nerves jumped and his mouth felt dry.

"Anything really," Seto cleared his throat. "The head chef is adequate."

"Adequate!" Mokuba snorted. "He's a five star chef trained in pastry, French, Italian, German, Indian, and Asian. He is one of the best."

"Ah, so your brother is hard to please?"

"Why do you think he's single?" Mokuba returned. Seto buried his head in his hands while Butler and Roland excused themselves from the table.

"Our chaperones are gone." Fowl observed. Kaiba gulped.

"Yeah, but they were the ones who could order us alcohol!" Mokuba said

The waitress had come and gone with their food. Kaiba was silent through most of the meal as Mokuba prattled on to an intently listening Fowl. Roland and Butler finally returned to pick up Mokuba for his bedtime. "Bye Artemis! Good-bye Big Brother!" Mokuba hugged his brother and kissed Artemis on the cheek. He walked behind Fowl to wink at Seto. When the three extra wheels finally left the restaurant Artemis turned to the young businessman "Well, your brother is certainly an enthusiastic conversationalist."

"Conversationalist, right. Hyper talker you mean. He thinks he is amusing. He talked your ear off." The waitress hand Artemis the bill. He looked at it and handed her cash. She nodded and walked away

"No he did not. He was very informative."

"What are you doing here, Fowl?"

"I do not have the slightest idea what you are talking about, Kaiba-san."

"Asking me for dinner, wearing that outfit, and I use that term loosely, talking my brother up, stay away from my company, Fowl, I know that is all you are after, you are just like all the others."

"Really? Where these others as frank as I am with you?"

"Yes they were. What are you doing looking into my step-father's weapon caches?"

"Hmm, sharp and pretty. Tell you what Kaiba-san, let's make this into a game. From what Yugi Motou and his friends tell me, you are quite fond of them. I am a thief, but lately the only things I have been stealing are masterpiece paintings that I then donate under an alias to art galleries worldwide. There is of course another catch. I steal only from other thieves. Your father was a murderer and a thief. Of course you know this; I am planning on stealing his weapons to buy a scepter that is currently in Russia."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't want to catch you off guard. My friends back home would dismember me. You

protect the weapon caches. When I steal them by the end of the school's spring semester, you own me a favor or forfeit if you prefer. It would hardly matter as I will win. I always do."

"Fine, but when I win you own me a forfeit or a favor if you prefer." Kaiba growled. "And no outside help from any one, especially Motou and his pathetic friends."

"Ahh but you have to be in school every day. Roland and Butler shall be our proxies during school hours."

"Fine. Why do I have to be in school?"

"Because I have to. Butler and Mother would kill me if I skipped for nefarious purposes. You know, Kaiba-san, you maybe fun to screw over. Everyone else I have got up against has been… dismal disappointments." Kaiba narrowed his eyes, what did Fowl mean by that? Artemis held out his hand. "Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal." They shook on it. Then Artemis swooped down to kiss Seto's palm. Kaiba glared as the slightly younger boy.

"You brother's kiss back, Seto." Fowl stood and walked out. Artemis taken his coat off during the meal, and now he carried it over his arm, leaving his leather encased rear for all to see. And boy, did Seto Kaiba see and, grudgingly admitted, enjoyed.

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Uh oh the plot thickens or is it thinning? I am really not sure because I have no plot line. Don't you just love sultry Irishmen? I know I do! You gotta ask how am I going to mak this a consensual slash, because Arty is, well, pushy. Chapter 7: Artemis plays chess with the pharaoh and everyone favorite Egyptian makes another appearance. Jou growls a little and Mokuba is a little brat, whose side is that kid on anyway? Ciao for now!