Only In My Dreams

Sweet Dreams Are Made of …

(In Seto’s dream sequence, I will refer to the active participant as Seto and the passive viewer as Kaiba. Likewise, in Katsuya’s dream sequence, I will refer to the active participant as Katsuya and the passive viewer as Jou or Jounouchi. After the dream sequence, all will return to normal. Finally, the dreams will be in the POV of the respective dreamer.)

Seto’s Dream

I see myself in my office at KaibaCorp. I seem to be typing furiously. It looks to be a boring dream. Damn, even in my dreams I seem to be a boring guy! Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. I examine the desk and see my computer typing something it won’t allow me to see. Whatever, I thought. I view the rest of my desk. There are some assorted papers, office equipment, and three picture frames. I recognize one of the pictures as a photograph of Mokuba and I when we were in the orphanage. We were both smiling. Although we had nothing in the ways of possession, we had everything in each other. That was in the days before we heard of Kaiba Gozaburo. The next picture confused me. I had never seen the picture before. It was a picture of Mokuba and I, but in front of him was a strawberry-haired girl. She had brown, jovial eyes. Mokuba, in the picture, seems to be hugging the girl from behind possessively. They are both smiling. I do not remember who this girl is and why she is important to otouto-chan. The strangest part of the picture was the person in front of me. I was smiling in this one also. I had my hands of the shoulders of someone with a tuft of blonde hair. However, the face was obscured because whomever it was had been looking at me when the photograph was shot. This person was also, it looked, caressing my face. Who would have the gall to do something like that and, the more important question was why was I allowing it to happen? It was the third picture that floored me. It was that same blonde tufted person in the second picture, however HE was looking at me. The guy had brown puppy dog eyes, those messy golden tresses, and that stupid grin. He was posing for the camera and was flashing a victory sign and winking at it. “WHY THE HELL WOULD I HAVE A PICTURE OF THE MAKE INU?” I yell at this pathetic excuse for me. Unfortunately, ‘Seto’ continues typing as if he never heard me.

Static from the intercom interrupts my musings. “Excuse me, Kaiba-sama!” Seto looks annoyed as he presses the button to respond. “This had better be good or else…”

Now that’s the me I know, taking nothing from no one. “He’s here!” the person on the other side said. I see Seto’s eyes soften and he fingers the picture of the make inu, tracing the lips of the pictures. The door to the office opened and the blonde in question crossed the threshold into the office. I, Kaiba, glared at the baka while Seto loosen the top buttons of his work shirt. The mutt was leaning very seductively over Seto’s desk. Seto was smiling goofily at this blonde moron, looking at this third-rate duelist like a (shudder) lovesick puppy.

“I missed you, Seto-koi!” that make inu whisper so sensually into Seto’s ear. I hear a moan escape as the idiot continues to breathe on his ear. The strangest thing that I noticed was Seto had not threw off the idiot. In fact, Seto pulled the make inu in the swivel chair and placed him on his lap. Seto caressed the blond moron’s flank as said moron ran his hands lovingly through his cinnamon locks.

I was watching this until I heard a blaring alarm.

Katsuya’s Dream

I see myself out in the park, painting every weekend so that my skills would not diminish with non-utilization. He is sitting on the end one of those long benches. I notice Katsuya is looking across the playground at the scene of children participating in schoolyard games. It is a sight that really warms the hearts. Katsuya splashes the canvas with brilliant shades of green for the scenery. Adding red and orange for a beautiful sunset scene was a nice choice. I never notice how good of an artist I am until I look at Katsuya drawing from afar. I noticed someone approaching Katsuya and I immediately recognized the guy. He was dressed in his gravity-defying white trench coat and was carrying a gunmetal briefcase.

Kaiba! I feel a growl in my throat release itself. Unfortunately, none of them heard me. Katsuya did not see him; he was so absorbed in the painting that he never felt him staring at him.

“So beautiful!” Kaiba says and Katsuya turns around. He sees that jerk and … is smiling? WHY THE HELL WOULD I SMILE FOR THAT JERK? “And the painting isn’t half-bad either.”

Katsuya begins to laugh. I don’t understand. I hate the guy. Why am I having a dream where I am being friendly with the guy?

As if to answer my question, Kaiba saunters over to Katsuya and sits next to him. Why aren’t they fighting? We always are fighting. It is some kind of constant. I believe that the day we stop fighting, hell would freeze over.

Kaiba really shocked me with his next move. He sat right next to Katsuya and places his head into his neck. Why are they acting the way we normally act in real life?

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Kaiba?” Katsuya chuckles.

“I’m just very tired.” Kaiba retorts, yawning very melodramatically.

Katsuya laughs quietly. “Let me help you then.” I see Katsuya position Kaiba’s head on his lap while his long legs are sprawled on the bench. Katsuya was stroking Kaiba’s hair while Kaiba caressed his legs with his hands.

“Are you trying to create a pillow in my crotch, Seto-koi?” he asks, referring to the tenting that I see in his pants. I blush furiously at this blatant sexual innuendo. What would possess me to say that?

“Katsu-koi, you of all people should know that a nap isn’t complete without a nice comfy pillow.”

I can’t stand to see this anymore. I start to walk away from this nightmarish scene when I heard a sound that is out of place. It sounds like someone knocking on a door.

(Now that the dreams are over, I will return you to your regularly scheduled fanfic.)

Seto woke from his dream with a jump. He observed his familiar surroundings. His room was splashed with all different kinds of blue. On one side of the room is an oak dresser and the other side are glass doors that contains a walk-in closet.

As he was orienting himself with his surroundings, the blue-eyed CEO realized that there was a lump in the middle of the bed. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was the cause of this lump, a raging hard-on protruded from the sheets. “Why the hell did that happened?” the cinnamon-haired teen growled. Kaiba Seto prided himself on subjugating his body to his command. This was the first time that he ever woke up with an erection. And to top it all off, it was a dream about the puppy. “I’m not attracted to the mutt. I hate him.” Kaiba quarreled with himself. “There was no way in hell that would ever happen. He infuriates me to no end.” //Why?// His inner voice asked him. //He never did anything to you except try to be your friend.//

Seto was not going to have this conversation, or any other one, with himself. The blue-eyed CEO was of sound mind, thank you very much. Kaiba headed to his private bathroom and took a freezing shower to eliminate the ardor below his waist.

Katsuya awoke with a shout. Apparently, the banging that interrupted his nightmare was the sound of his little sister. It was then he realized that he was highly aroused. The amber-eyed teen panicked. He didn’t want imoto-chan to witness him in this state. Katsuya’s fears were so intense that the blood that went to his shaft immediately dispersed to be circulated throughout his body. The golden puppy inhaled and exhaled trying to calm himself.

He opened the door to his room and plastered on his trademark grin. His sister was staring at him crossly in her school uniform. “Mou, we are going to be late.” She explained to him. “I want to give the teachers a good first impression.”

“Gomen!” the blonde bishounen apologizes. “I just woke up from a horrible nightmare.”

“What was the nightmare?” His sister asked, curious of what could have shaken the amber-eyed teen. “I hear it is good luck to talk about nightmares.”

How was he going to explain that he had an erotic dream about a certain CEO that he hated? “Uh!” He stalled. “You know, I don’t remember anymore!” He laughed nervously and scratched his head as he tried to make imoto-chan believe him. He was having a hard time believing it himself. How could he expect the strawberry-haired teen to accept it as true? Shizuka was not fooled for a second. The truth be told, she was slightly hurt that onii-chan would not trust her. “Fine!” she said, dismissing the subject. “Hurry up then!”

With a personal best of eight minutes and twelve seconds, Jounouchi was completely dressed for Wednesday’s classes. He locked the door to his apartment and gave his little sister the spare key. He ran to his motorcycle and handed one of his helmets to Shizuka. After the two were ready, Jou took off, revving the bike repeatedly.

Kaiba was drinking his morning coffee while reading the stock market reports. It seems that his company was doing quite well in the American market. Not surprisingly, his stock went up 10.21 percent and was going for two hundred dollars American. While the teen was reading numbers that would be gibberish to anyone else, Mokuba walked to the counter where Seto was sitting and poured himself some cereal. It was Chocolate Frosted Donuts or something of the sort which would get the heart racing to dangerous levels and cause aneurisms in the weak of constitution. The brunette would only allow the ebony-haired imp to have a bowl a day or else the child would be bouncing off the walls.

“Are you prepared for school?” asked the teen. Otouto-chan shook his head in the affirmative, not really paying attention to his onii-sama. His thoughts were on the strawberry-haired girl. Her attractive form, her beautiful smile, her lovely voice, he mapped out how he was going to win her heart. As his mind recollected how lovely this creature that had to be of the heavens was, his school pants seemed to shrink and it frightened him. He never knew that girls would make him feel this way.

A clock beeped in the distance, signifying that it was time to head in the limo to go to school. The home intercom buzzed and Kaiba’s personal chauffeur told him that he was ready to take them to school.

“Mokuba, it’s time to go!” Kaiba announced and headed out the door. Mokuba strategically placed his book bag in front of his crotch area, hiding the evidence of his arousal. He started thinking about other things and immediately the tent in his pants disappeared. However, his face was bright red like the morning sun. His older brother noticed it and smirked. “Why is your face red?” he asked in a semi-serious tone.

“My face is not red.” The lavender-eyed teen retorted a bit too quickly and very defensively.

“Look in the mirror then!” the CEO shot back and handed the kid a pocket mirror. Sure enough, there was a pinkish tinge to his face. The older teen laughed quietly as the realization reached Mokuba’s face. “What were you thinking about?” Seto asked, curious of what would invoke such reactions in his little brother. “Just nervousness, I guess.” He lied. Now was not the time to tell his older brother that he already fell in love with someone. And it wasn’t even the first day of school.

Seto was not fooled for a moment. He knew that the redness was not caused by nervousness. Mokuba, as far as could remember, could take any difficult situation with a smile and confidence. It was a family trait that he inherited from their real parents, of which he had little remembrance of them.

The sapphire-eyed teen promised himself that he would investigate this at a later date. Right now, he had his own problems to deal with. Like why he had an erotic dream about the person he hated the most. It made no sense. Perhaps if he liked the pup in any way then it would make logical. However, no one, except for Kaiba Gozaburo, made the brunet so angry. Now that he thought about it, he had to admit to himself that Kaiba never hated the blond puppy. It was just very fun to irritate his puppy. He liked the reactions that he made. If there had to be a comparison, it was like playing with a new toy. Every response his puppy gave him was different than the last.

Kaiba shook his head. He didn’t like where this train of thought was heading. The chauffeur announced via intercom that they have arrived at their destination. The Kaiba brothers exited the car. They separated company, promising to meet each other later after school was done.

It was 7:30 in the morning and the CEO spent his time in the library, running his company from afar. It was less stressful for the cinnamon-haired teen. No one would get on his nerves this early in the morning, no running around completing a job that anyone with half a brain could figure out, no simpering secretary staring straight [2] at him instead of working. The secretary in his last train of thought pissed him off. She was constantly drooling over whenever he entered the room. Kaiba was waiting for her to mess up so he would have an excuse to fire her.

7:55 rolled around quicker than expected, so the CEO headed to his homeroom class which, unfortunately was with the mutt. The azure-eyed teenager used his long legs to quickly hurry to his next class. However for him, there was a long-legged blonde heading in the opposite direction running for his life. He could not get detention again, not when he was planning a welcoming party for his little sister.

(If you are smart, you can already see where this is heading.)

It was one of those moments where time slowed down. The two players on this giant chessboard positioned themselves towards the tiny door that can only fit one person. Both of the teens were not paying attention to their surroundings and were racing to their shared homeroom. Some perceptive people noticed the imminent collision. 3…2…1…

Just like slow motion, there was a lot of slurred swearing and loud bangs against the floor. Everyone in the hall gasped. These two were notorious for starting fights, both verbal and physical. They prepared for a skirmish.

Kaiba saw the person that dared to knock him down. Unfortunately, it was the blond moron, Jounouchi Katsuya, the puppy. He was rubbing his ass where the pain flared from. Jou saw who he ran into and blanched when he realized that it was Kaiba, of all people.

Normally, one of them would have thought of something that gets the other riled up. However, their respective dreams were fresh on their minds. Both of them sported a pink shade on their face as they picked themselves from off the floor.

“Sorry!” Jou mumbles, still keeping in his mind the dream about them in the park.

“Don’t worry about it!” the sapphire-eyed teen responds, still reminded of his dream of Katsuya the seducer.

Kaiba allowed Jou go through the door first and followed after.

All of the people outside were dumbfounded. Where were the dog insults, the fists, the blood? This was highly unusual. Everyone felt as if some equilibrium was out of balance. This was the school’s constant. A day without the two teens going at it felt empty and most of all apocalyptic. Some screamed in the hall shouting “The end is nigh!” while others resolved to fainting, leaving no room to walk around, save to step on someone.

In this class, Kaiba sat two seats behind Jounouchi. He spent his homeroom analyzing the boy. From afar, he was, what some would consider, attractive. That mop of untamed blonde hair, the happy-go-lucky grin forever plastered on his face, a muscled back that can be seen even though the uniform tried to hide it, a narrow waist, and long legs created the creature that was Jounouchi Katsuya. However, Kaiba reminded himself, he did not have a crush on the puppy.

Jou was frightened out of his mind. He crashed into the cinnamon-haired CEO. But the strangest thing was that when he apologized, Kaiba accepted it without any comebacks. Coupled with the dream that he had last night, he had every reason to be afraid.

Yuugi, who was also in the same homeroom, observed his friend’s behavior. Sitting straight across from Jou, he noticed that the amber-eyed teen seemed distant and spooked. He threw a crumbled note at Jou. Bull’s-eye! It hit the boy in question square in the nose. Afterwards, the message dropped safely to the desk. Jou opened the note and read it.

“Are you all right?” the note read.

Jou turned to his spiky-haired friend and shook his head. If he were to tell the truth, he was thinking about his blue-eyed tormentor. Why would he dream about Kaiba of all people? He figured that he was straight. In fact, he knew he was straight. No question about it. Kaiba was attractive… from an artistic standpoint. Those long legs, his slim and narrow waist, his trim figure, and the most stunning feature of Kaiba, his gorgeous sapphire eyes. If he WERE gay, maybe he would be interested in him. But, he wasn’t for two reasons: one, he wasn’t gay and two, he hated Kaiba.

Katsuya remember that he could control the dreams. All right! Tonight, he was not going to dream about him.

Mokuba and Shizuka were before their shared homeroom. They were introducing themselves for their new classmates. However, while they were doing that, the two snuck appreciative glances at each other. Mokuba had thought of something that would win over Shizuka. He would act on it after school.

The lavender-eyed teen used his class time paying attention to the strawberry beauty in front of him. She looked like she was struggling with her work. To Mokuba, this was child’s play. Gozaburo trained him almost as hard as Seto however he was trained at the college level. He had no need to copy notes.

The bell rang and Mokuba knew it was time to initiate phase one of his plan to win the strawberry beauty. He strode to Shizuka and tapped her shoulder lightly. The chocolate-eyed girl turned around smiling. She looked at him. If she was honest, Shizuka was falling in love with the ebony-haired bishounen. “I remember you!” she said smiling. “You were at the principal’s office that day. I thought you already went to this school.”

Mokuba smirked, not like his brother, but his held warmth. Shizuka allowed herself to fall in love with the smirk. “Oh, no! I transferred here yesterday. Today is my first day also.” So far, so good. He is having conversation with the beauty and is not tripping up.

“Listen,” the strawberry beauty asked “I am going to be having a house warming party today. I would like it if you could come.” She was blushing a pretty pink and Mokuba couldn’t help to think that he was the cause. Perhaps she has some feelings for him.

“Of course!” Mokuba agreed; he would have done anything this gorgeous creature asked. “Oh, by the way,” he remember that he never properly introduced himself “the name is Kaiba Mokuba.”

“Kawai Shizuka!” the strawberry beauty extended her hand and the ebony bishounen grasped it, reveling in its softness. Shizuka blushed. This cute guy was actually touching her hand.

The second bell rang, announcing that all students should be heading towards their next class. The two parted company, Mokuba having history and Shizuka having Environmental Science. Something in the invitation had promises of eternity.

The second class finished without incident and while Jou was heading to his third class, amber eyes met sapphire. He mentally groaned. Kaiba saw him and smirked. “Well, well, if it isn’t the mutt.” Kaiba began their time-tested struggle of who would end up on top. “Remember who your master is?” Ahh.. things are back to normal. Kaiba knew that he was attracted to the mutt. He did not want to run his hands through his blonde tresses. He did not want to be loved by this beautiful boy. Seto growled mentally. He did not like where his thoughts were going.

“You’re acting very calm for a guy with a stick up his ass.” Jou retorted then blushed and turned away. He did not see the CEO blush. Both of the teens walked away from each other, both swearing not to dream about the other.