Chapter 10

Joey woke up. The room was still dark, but he could see that Kaiba had left a gap in the curtains so that when the sun did rise, the light would peek in.

That had been an odd thing to learn. Kaiba kept his bedroom pitch black when he slept. Joey usually had the lights from outside at least, since he'd never even heard of blackout curtains.

There were other things too. The executive slept in silk shorts. The room had to be warm enough, or he'd have sinus trouble and snore all night. He liked unscented soap, but used Aramis bath salts in a scalding hot tub to soak - no jacuzzi, too loud. Joey slept naked, used whatever soap was on sale, and thought tub jets were wicked cool.

There was no denying it. Kaiba was cute. From the way he tried to arrange the whole world in neat, ordered rows, to how he tried not to look smug when people did things his way. He was like Ms. Weissmann's kitty - very picky, very finicky, always complaining, but always under her foot or sleeping next to her. Kaiba was always fussing about something Joey did or wore or said, but was never more than arm's length away unless he was working. Cute, cute, cute.

Unless he was actually pissed. That wasn't cute. That was downright scary. Joey had honestly been afraid that Kaiba would have killed the waiter on their one dinner date if someone had not rescued the poor guy. Joey had tried to calm his boyfriend, but had been utterly ignored. He'd heard about DoubleMale anger issues, but thought the stories were exaggerations. He was a believer now; his kitty had become a blood thirsty lion in seconds. The bizarre part, however, had been after, when even the restaurant staff had acted like the death threats were a daily occurrence. Back in NY, crap like that got you arrested. Here, it got a discount off the dinner bill.

But most of the time, the executive managed to keep his temper in check. Most of the time he was mind numbingly cute.

"I hope there is a good reason you are staring at me while I sleep." Kaiba whispered. "Otherwise, it is highly disturbing."

"I'm trying to decide if I should draw a poop on your forehead with a black marker." Joey sketched one with his finger.

"And here I thought you were too abused to be clever. I'll have to keep working to fuck you into submission."

"You say 'fuck' like you've never said the word in your life!" Joey snickered. "What, moneybag's don't use that kind of language in the boardroom?" He moved to sit straddling his boyfriend's hips.

"hmm." The blond shivered as warm hands stroked his thighs and hips. "You'll have to come to the boardroom one day and find out." The hands moved up to stroke his chest.

"Yeah? You wanna do it in the office? That's kinda like doin' it at school, only more so, right?" Cute face, cute hands, but sexy chest. Sexy hips.

"The roof was fun, but next time we need to find a location with more privacy. I hate feeling rushed when I hold you."

"It's kinda private here."

"That's why I like it here."

Joey wriggled, grinning. "That for me or just morning wood?"

"Both." Kaiba slid his hands up Joey's arms and pulled him down gently. "Care to put them to good use?"

"eewww! Gross!"

"I can control it." He looked thoughtful. "I think."

"You think?"

"Well, I've never had a reason to try that particular combination of muscle controls, but it's, in theory, easy enough."

"But you can do, y'know, both. At the same time."

"Not from the same point at the same time." Joey could just make out Kaiba's teasing grin. "But it's a very popular sexual fetish. Golden -"

"No!"

"I should think we should explore every-"

"Hell freakin' no!" They wrestled a moment before Joey freed himself from Kaiba's sudden bear hug. "Go on. I'll wait."

The executive laughed warmly as he stole a kiss and got out of bed. "You really must learn to be more flexible."

"I'm flexible," Joey scoffed, "not twisted."

Not that he believed his fastidious boyfriend was serious, but so far almost anything sex-wise had been open for discussion. And privacy or not, location was not an issue. They hadn't been to many places together, but they'd done it in all of them.

"Hey, listen, when your brother comes home, should we kinda chill out?" Joey asked as Kaiba returned to bed.

"I don't see why. He is aware that we are dating. I see no reason to change anything." He smirked. "Well, perhaps you could keep the 'barking' down."

"tsk! Fuck you."

"No, you." Kaiba pulled him close. "Happily."

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Perhaps I am a bit anal retentive, Seto thought as he saved the file.

Katsuya's clothing and accessory sizes now were logged with his own and Mokuba's. His lover's preferences for everything from brand names to meals to school supplies were catalogued. He even had addresses and phone numbers for the Jounouchi, Kawaii, and Wheeler families - Japanese and American branches.

It was most likely all in vain. It seemed as if Katsuya thrived on doing unexpected things. Making plans was futile; they never went as Seto anticipated. The only things the American mutt ever wanted to do was eat, watch sports, and have sex. Plans for any other activities went awry as soon as something else caught his puppy's attention.

And yet, the uncouth brat was capable of so much more. He was surprisingly well spoken with the cast when he was dragged to the opera. And he could appreciate fine cuisine, even if he preferred peasant food. Plus, he was quite intelligent - when he was willing to apply it.

This weekend was the real test. However much Seto himself liked his new boyfriend, if Mokuba disliked him, the relationship was over. His brother was not a petty child, so there was no fear of misplaced jealousy, however, the teen did have a knack for spotting the 'rotten apple'. Mokuba's methods were a concern, but his targets were not. And so far, the younger Kaiba's opinions had helped avoid several lawsuits, two bad investments, and a rather clever scam artist.

His home office door opened abruptly. "Hey! I'm back," Katsuya announced. "Mom and the squirt say 'hey'."

"You're late."

"Sorry, but check these out." Katsuya held his phone in Seto's face. "Rennie's got a date tonight. I think the dress is kinda tight, but Mom says that's how they wear 'em in her class."

"We held dinner."

"Why? Dude, you should have just eaten without me. Come on. No wonder you're all grouchy. You can look at these while we eat. And you can tell me about this brother I'm gonna meet."