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Chapter 10

Katsuya had been in the bathroom for hours, and Mokuba had been sitting outside for almost the same amount of time. He would have been afraid that Katsuya had escaped—because Mokuba was beyond sure that the blonde could outwit even Houdini—had it not been for the small sounds that could only signal a person being inside the bathroom. At one point in time, he'd even heard the shower turn on and, a half an hour later, off.

Seto, Marik, and Bakura all sat with him in the hallway, awaiting for the blond's proverbial groundhog day where they'd see if he'd come out with a decision or if they'd have to wait longer for the Katsuya to make his thoughts know.

It tore at Mokuba's stomach, scratched through Marik's and Bakura's especially after calling their respective Hikaris and fully explaining the messy situation that put each of them on the couch for an inconceivable amount of time. Butterflies fluttered in Seto's stomach as well, but found hiding it easier than his other three companions as he did paperwork for Kaiba Corp. as he waited instead of sitting and just staring at the closed door.

A closed door that was not opening.

Bakura grunted and asked the same question that was asked between Marik and him for the seventh time, "How much stuff could he find t' do in a freakin' bathroom?"

Mokuba was tempted to repeat the fact that it was a big ass bathroom, but it would lose effect without the cursing and last time he had said it Seto had promptly smacked him over the back of the head before proceeding to act as if he had done nothing. Thinking of the action made Mokuba rubbed the back of his head in nerve memory and mentally started cursing his older brother.

He was six-fucking-teen! He should have the right to curse! Seto had cursed when he was sixteen!

AND 'ASS' WASN'T THAT BAD OF A WORD!

He grumbled, looking at Seto's concentrated eyes. Had he not grown up with the man, Mokuba wouldn't have noticed the small hint of anxious twitch in his brother's face.

Good. Mokuba thought. The asshole deserved to be worried too.

"Mokuba," Seto commented slyly, not even looking up from his paperwork "Stop calling me an asshole in your head."

Mokuba's heart palpitated and his eyes widened. Was Seto a fucking mind reader? Why hadn't he known! He'd grown up with the man! He should have been told these things!

"Word of advice, Mokie," Bakura said, "It's harder to tell what you're thinking when ya ain't muttering everything out loud."

Mokuba blushed and scowled, ignoring Marik's chuckling at his expensive. "Shuddap."

"Ya know what?" Marik said, thumping lazily against the wall behind him, "We need cards. Hey Mokuba, go fetch us a pack of cards. We'll play strip poker 'r something."

Seto looked at the Yami through the corner of his eye with a serious glance. "If you plan to play strip poker on my property, it will be outside. During winter. When it's snowing."

"Harsh," Bakura commented. "Admittedly it'd turn up the heat of the competition."

"Y'know, we should do a sacrificial strip poker game!" Marik suggested, leaning forward. "Mokuba couldn't be included until he got a girl he's laid—" Mokuba didn't comment he already had plenty of those, he was sixteen, sexually healthy, and rich "—but I mean, we could all trade our babes and really lay it on! Like, you'd have Malik and I'd try t' strike ya out tryin' t' get 'im naked!"

Bakura grinned, "Hahaha! I love it! Man, you're a fuck of a genius!"

"I—"

"I believe convincing your 'babes' will be the issue," Seto said, shifting his papers around, putting the paper on his lap of the floor and sorting through for a new set of contracts to sift through and fix to his liking. "You think you would have blue balls now, think about how'd they feel when you suggest that to them."

"I like it," Mokuba said, somehow lifting his aching body up. He stretched, his back and joints creaking and cracking in mockery of an old man. "I wanna join. I can find someone."

Seto let out a loud, disapproving scowl but didn't say anything. His brother was growing up whether he approved or not. As long as Mokuba didn't get any diseases, he supposed he would say anything…about sex. Tattoos and piercings (much like the brow piercing Mokuba had whined for for three months and never got) were another thing all together.

"I'll go get cards," Mokuba agreed. "If the door even unlocks, you attack."

"Aye aye Cap'in," Marik saluted.

Mokuba nodded and jogged off to the game room for one of the packs of cards. For the hours they had been sitting there, he slightly wondered why no one had thought of them before; especially Seto who had to sit there and listen to them the entire time. At least with cards they wouldn't have had to listen to the debate between Marik and Bakura of whose sex life was better.

That was a conversation Mokuba never wanted to relive. Ever.

Though, they did mention some interesting ideas.

Trotting down the stairs he sighed. He wondered when Katsuya would decide to come out. He wasn't sure how much more suspense he could take. Besides, wasn't Katsuya supposed to be known for his impatience? Why did he have so much now?

Was Katsuya continuously masturbating in there or something?

Mokuba stuck his tongue out in a face. Okay, so Katsuya was good looking and, albeit straight (for the most part, you don't grow up with Seto and over five thousand year old definitely gay Egyptians normal,) Mokuba knew how to appreciate. Hell, if he'd been bi he would have wanted to tap Katsuya.

He stopped for a second, thinking about what he was thing and about screamed in pure frustration and disgust. Katsuya was like his older brother, hell, his real older brother wanted to fuck the blonde until he bleated like a bitch in heat!

Oh! Oh! Bad images! Bad images! He did not want to imagine his brother(s) like that! Not at all!

Damn Bakura and Marik, this was all their fault!

He should make them clean the dog piss out of his carpet.

-.-.-.-.-

Katsuya crossed out another word off the list and continued to look for the next in the word search. He had found the book of 'hard' word searches under the sink while looking for something to do to avoid coming out of the bathroom. So far, he'd gone through about twenty-something of them, and he was entertained enough he didn't feel he needed to stop anytime soon.

He was a little hungry, he admitted, but it wasn't the raw biting hunger of days without eating. This was….nice. Just a little grumble that wasn't painful, albeit a little distracting. He didn't remember the last time his stomach had ached from hunger and he supposed he had Mokuba, Marik, and Bakura to thank for that.

Mentally, he thanked them because he wasn't in the mood to let them know he was at all thankful for being turned into a dog. He'd suffered for around a month or so, he figured they could suffer for a few hours. Though he wondered if Seto was suffering.

Seto hadn't known. In fact, he had told 'Joey' things he would have never told any other living thing in existence. Things like his wet dreams about Katsuya and his worries when he'd look at stock reports in the mornings. A little well of guilt pitted in his stomach. It wasn't fair to make Seto suffer.

He put the book down, along with the pen he had found with it. Slowly, he crawled out of the tub he had made himself quite comfortable in, as it was a big Jacuzzi tub and it wasn't wet like the separate shower he had cleaned himself in. He pressed his body almost seductively against the door and listened to them talking.

He heard Marik and Bakura chuckling about something or another but other than that he didn't hear much. He scowled, wishing that if he would have kept his sense of smell or hearing temporarily after being turned back into a human. He didn't want to be a dog again, but he certainly enjoyed the sensory he had been given. He then could have at least been able to told if Seto was with them or not.

"Seto?" He whined through the door. The talking stopped and he frowned. "Is Seto out there?"

"Yes," he heard the husky, clip answer. "What is it?"

"Come here." Katsuya said. "And only Seto."

He heard murmuring but couldn't distinguish what was being said.

"Okay," Seto said.

Katsuya crouched on the floor, peeking out from the bottom of the door and scowled when he saw three pairs of feet instead of just one. Sitting up on his knees he reprimanded through the door. "I said Seto only, assholes."

He heard grumbling, and footsteps, and when he looked under the door crack he saw spiffy, shiny shoes that could only be Seto's. Satisfied, he got ready for a small game of capture the flag where Seto was the flag.

.-.-.-.

Seto huffed, looking over his shoulder at the two Yamis ready to pounce, yet before anyone could do anything the door had been open, Seto had been whipped inside, and the door locked behind him.

He blinked, looking at Katsuya who was still facing the door, his hand on the lock. A thought flickered past his mind that if they wanted Katsuya out of the bathroom so badly, why didn't they pop the lock open from the outside? They only needed a nail to put through the little lock hole and with an ancient thief out there…

His hovered with Katsuya's gaze, those big brown eyes looking at him with flickers of interest and guilt. He also looked over the blond's naked torso, showing off all the beautiful tone-age that clothes usually hid. "Wanna hang with me?" The blonde asked.

"And what if I didn't?" Seto debated, "I could walk through that door and leave you open to attack."

"Because ya wanna hang with me," Katsuya replied simply, "'Cause you're just as curious as t' what's going on in my head as they are."

Seto smirked. "What have you been doing in here?"

Katsuya walked past him, picking up the word search book and pen. "Not much," Katsuya said, tugging on Seto's sleeve to follow him into the bathtub. Seto's brow rose and he followed suit, climbing in the tub next to the blonde and snuggling close.

If Katsuya had a problem with it, he didn't say anything.

In fact, Katsuya snuggled a little closer, propping the book in his hand so Seto could see it also. Seto took a whiff, smelling his own shampoo smothered in with the blond's scent and he felt a bit of possessiveness take over him. He also felt happy. "I found this under the sink," Katsuya informed as he started to cross out a word. "It's kept me busy."

"You wouldn't say," Seto commented idly, putting his arm to rest around Katsuya's shoulder experimentally. Still, Katsuya did nothing or said nothing against it. He leaned his head forward, looking at the blond's concentrated face. "Why did you let me in."

"I figured it ain't fair for ya t' sit out there with them." Katsuya turned his head to look eye to eye with Seto. Their noses almost touched and each had to stop themselves from leaning that extra two inches so that their lips brushed. "Ya didn't know that they were turnin' me int' a dog."

"A puppy," Seto corrected. Katsuya huffed it off.

"I had four legs, floppy ears, and a tail."

"You still were a puppy. A rather cute one." Seto slyly slid his eyes up to Katsuya's red ears. He couldn't help the small smile twitching at his lips.

"You're bein' awfully nice Kaiba."

"Yes, well," Seto leaned back and looked at the ceiling. It looked like mini-sized popcorn. "It wouldn't be right to treat my baby mama cruelly."

Katsuya snorted and, seeing that Seto was not interested, pulled the book back in front of him to cross off a word. "We don't have two point five kids yet."

"We will," Seto assured, a unfamiliar—but very nice—warmth filling him as it seemed Katsuya was breaking down to his will and wants. A little part of him was worried how Katsuya was thinking about Mokuba, and if making a family with Katsuya would push away the only family Seto had grown up with. Thinking about it, however, he was sure Katsuya would only give Mokuba a hard time for the sake of it.

He had been turned into a puppy against his will after all.

Still, a little bit of unsure easiness moved like rough seas in his stomach. "What about Mokuba?"

"For now?" Katsuya asked, "Fuck him."

Seto frowned and brought his hand up to play with Katsuya's hair. The blond flinched and his eyes dashed to Seto's rising hand, but he didn't duck away yet. Seto's stomach sank, but when his fingers finally tangled in Katsuya's hair to scratch the blond's scalp, the formerly transformed into a puppy relaxed.

"He's my family," Seto said. "I want a family with you as well."

Katsuya was silent for a moment, crossing out another two words and making Seto stir in the silence before he said anything. "I don't hate 'im," he whispered softly. He turned to face Seto, this time the tips of their noses brushing for a second. "I'm jus' mad."

"I would be too," Seto admitted.

"I get he was doin' it t' help, y'know," Katsuya continued. And he continued staring brokenly into Seto's eyes, "But it's…it's hard to know your friend breaks int' your privacy. Most the time I disappeared later on was 'cause I felt like someone was followin' me. It creeped me out, ya don't get followed on the streets and expect somethin' good outta it."

Seto didn't say anything, but he was sure Katsuya knew he understood.

"I…" Katsuya bit his lip and turned his head back to his puzzles.

Seto waited for a moment, but after another round of silence he prompted Katsuya to talk some more. "Your father…"

"My father was an asshole," Katsuya stated smartly, as if it was the simplest thing to say in the world. Seto wondered how easy it actually was for the blond to say it. "He hit me, and expected me t' pay for his debts. Hell, he tried t' sell me a time or two. There ain't much more to it than that."

"You make it sound simple," Seto commented. "Was it?"

Katsuya glanced out of the corner of his eyes and sighed shakily. "Nah, it ain't. He's still my Pa. He kept a roof over my head when I was little, and—when he was sober enough—he'd tell me he was sorry and he loved me. It made it real hard."

"Would you like a psychiatrist?"

Katsuya snorted at the offer. "I'm okay. I got past the harder parts. It's been more than five years since my last domestic; it makes it easier t' find jobs."

"You don't need a job," Seto said firmly. "You're a stay at home mother."

"Yeah," Katsuya snipped, "As soon as ya get me pregnant."

"Adoption paper count," Seto stated. "And it'll take no time to put them in."

"We haven't even kissed yet, how can ya think about adoptin' children with me yet?"

Seto took Katsuya's chin in his hand turned the blond's head, bringing their lips so close they could kiss. "I care about you. Almost more than Mokuba, if not just as much. You bring out all the instincts in me, Katsuya. You've seen me, heard me. I dream about having you. I don't need to kiss you to know all I want is to spend the rest of this miserable life with you, because every time you say 'fuck you' you make it a little less miserable."

Katsuya looked at Seto, blushing, with wide open eyes, before they slid half mast as Seto's lips were so close to his. Seto looked down, admiring the pretty lips he desperate wished to kiss, but pulled back.

Katsuya almost whimpered but said, "Only when I say fuck you?"

Seto chuckled. "Of course not, but it's nice to have someone who isn't trying to kiss my ass all the time."

"That'll be your job," Katsuya said. "I like sex, a lot, but I'm not above using it for my own gain." He leaned forward, now he was almost pressing his lips against Seto's. "I'm no whore, I only sleep with who I want t', and if I know they're clean. But it's nice t' have some control sometimes."

Control, Seto hummed in thought. He supposed he could give Katsuya that much. It wasn't enough to bother the control issues he, himself, had. "I think we could manage."

Their lips brush, light enough to mimic the soft brush of a butterfly's wing. It wasn't enough to even call it a chaste kiss, but they were steadily getting closer to it.

They looked down when Seto's pocket started to hum. Katsuya laughed and leaned back, going back to his word puzzle. "Is your phone ringin' or are ya just happy being all cozy in a small place with me?"

Seto grunted and wiggled out his phone. There was a text—from Mokuba's phone, but he wasn't entirely sure who exactly sent it.

'Well?'

"What it say?" Katsuya leaned over.

"I believe they are curious as to what is happening."

"Well, aren't they just Alvin and the Chipmunks?" Seto looked over to Katsuya after this response and blond merrily plucked the phone from his elegant keyboard finger. Very slowly, obviously not used to texting, Katsuya texted back. Sending the message he handed the phone back to Seto. "There."

"What did you say?" Seto asked.

"I sent my undying love and devotion."

"You sent a pleasant 'Fuck You', didn't you?"

"With love."

Seto chuckled and rewrapped his arm around Katsuya's shoulders as the blond continued with his primal entertainment.

Seto looked down at Katsuya lovingly as the formerly turned puppy kept occupied. Katsuya was just too much. A question sweetened Seto's tongue and he felt it good enough to ask.

"If we get babies and get to name them, what names do you have in mind?"

.-.-.-.-

Mokuba seethed, reading the 'Fuck You—with love, Katsuya' that was ever so sweetly sent back. "This is beyond not fair."

"Oh?" Bakura said, smacking his hand on the smaller stack of cards as Marik cursed him out. "I agree."

"Damn crooked," Marik also agreed. "Damn, fuck. Never play spit with a theif."

"Well," Mokuba slid his eyes to Marik, "Duh. At least you're not betting on anything."

"Never again," Marik said, "Unless we do sacrificial strip poker. That'll be fun."

"Yes," Bakura said, shuffling his cards and laying them down again. "I can't wait to get Ryou naked."

"I think Seto had a point when he said they might not take well to this," Mokuba mentioned.

Both Yamis shrugged. "We have out ways."

-.-.-.-

Two hours later the bathroom unlocked and Katsuya and Seto walked out. Seto shut the light off on the way and Katsuya looked sheepishly away from everyone.

"Did you two have sex or somethin'?" Bakura asked.

"No!" Katsuya hissed. "Keep your mind outta th' gutta'."

"His stomach's so loud I'm surprised you didn't hear it," Seto remarked. "I thought we were having an earthquake for a short while."

Katsuya elbowed behind him, lightly nudging Seto's slight hard stomach that had Katsuya blushing for a different reason. He remembered what that stomach looked like under those clothes. Hell, he remembered what that whole body looked like under those spiffy clothes!

He looked up his eyes glancing past Mokuba's and the teen's shoulders shrank when he realized Katsuya hadn't necessarily forgiven him yet. Hell, Mokuba was starting to doubt the blond would ever forgive him.

"Let's get something to eat," Seto said. "We need to talk anyways. All of us."

Mokuba looked at Seto, a flicker of hope in his eyes and Seto discreetly nodded. He gasped and nodded, "I'll order pizza!"