Late Night Dip
Chapter Two
Late Night Dip
Klebkat
Klebkatt@hotmail.com
Seto/Joey, Joey/Seto
Yaoi, Lemon, PWP mostly, misspelled words…sorry
I don’t own YGO, Takahashi-sama does.
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Both Kaiba's and Joey's faces were flushed, hot, and burning as they both sat at opposite sides of the couch. Their arms were thrown over the back of it, staring at the still wide open door to Kaiba's room.
"You didn't shut the door!" Kaiba stated bluntly.
"It's your room! You shut the door!" Joey hissed.
"But YOU came--excuse me--BARGED IN AND LEFT IT OPEN!!" Kaiba quickly let a thought flash through his head, WHY ARE WE EVEN HAVING AN ARGUMENT ABOUT THE STUPID DOOR BEING OPEN!
Joey interrupted his train of thoughts, "BUT YOU WHERE HERE FIRST!!"
"BICKERING CHILD!!"
"JACK A--" Joey turned his head away from the CEO of KaibaCrop and stared at the floor. Joey let his eyes wonder back to Kaiba, to the sharp, cold, glass eyes that pierced souls and froze them. Suddenly, Joey felt impassioned to A) speak or B) slap that jerk to hell and back.
"I want you to leave. Now." He said suddenly, with no motion, no feeling, no love, no hate... just staring striate in to Joey's brown puppy dog eyes. Then the thought hit Joey, he actually wanted to stay.
"Fine." Joey said at last in monotone, "I'll go."
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Kaiba watched Joey walk down the hall and turn the corner to make sure that Joey was not coming back... to close and lock the door... to feel safe. 'Safe?!' his mind scoff, 'From HIM!! whatever...'
He looked back to the closed door. "...joey..." He sighed aloud. Kaiba shook his head until all thoughts of Joey Wheeler, his big mouth, and brown eyes left him in peace... or so he thought. Kaiba went to the kitchen area and made himself a margarita; and, with his drink in hand, sat in the comfy recliner and flipped through the channels on the rather large tube.
After 30 minutes, Kaiba had become board and, despite the way soft recliner, Kaiba still felt tired, achy, and that the world was useless. He let his mind wonder to Joey again. The Dog had not helped his situation at all and now he felt like an insomniac. 'Damn that Wheeler!!' Standing up, he looked at his pile of work that still laid in the floor. "And damn work too!" The kiss replayed in Kaiba’s mined. "damn joey and his extra soft lips..." he whispered to himself.
He crossed the room and, with the last couple of sips of his margarita, sat down on the soft, off white, plush velvet cushions of the Victorian window. The Billionaire propped his head on the cool glass and stared out of the window. He thought of all his past lovers... Zoycite, Kunzite, Bakura, Ryou, Yami and...god, he had wanted Yugi Moto for the longest time! But the one he wanted most--remembered the most--was Malik/Marik Ishtar.
It was only after the brief affair had he learned of Ishtar's Yami, his split personality. One a scarred, sweet, kind angel--the other a psycho ward worthy demon from hell. The boy--both sides--had tortured Kaiba senseless; being his first and most loving of lover...or lovers, depending on the line of thought and... activity. Kaiba could still feel the flames of fire...the heat...
The thought of the Privet hot Springs beckoned him. At this hour, everyone would be asleep. He should be alone in the steamy pool of hot, luxurious water. The sheer thought of that seductive water massaging and heating away Kaiba's achy muscles enticed him and he rushed down to the hot spring as fast as he could with two towels in hand.