A Series of One Shots

AN: I get multiple people that request Joey x Seto so I'm just knocking all of them out at once. I've decided that since I don't update this often, I'm going to just do the requests that I'm in the mood for, I know that's not necessarily fair but the amount of requests I've gotten is just overwhelming. I have 40+ requests that have been officially written down and that's just up to July of LAST YEAR. So...yeah... I do love you all ridiculously much. And 400+ reviews! I can't believe it. Its seriously the only thing that keeps me writing.

THE FEELINGS OF INADEQUACY WERE ENOUGH TO SUFFOCATE YOU

This story takes place during Battle Ship Tournament.

It was achingly awkward just to be in the same room with him. I couldn’t look at him anymore without a dozen images, thoughts and unwanted feelings welling up in me. I had begun to hate him, when had my usual annoyance for him turned into full blown hate? It had to be around that time. There had been nothing loving or sentimental about that time. And I had never regretted anything more in my life, not even separating from Shizuka for years.

Because this man…this person that didn’t even deserve the title of human, had made my life a hell since the moment he appeared.

“Quit looking at me like that.”

“I’m not fucking looking at you.” I spat, the words overlapping with his as if I’d been waiting for them to be said.

“Whatever.”

I hated his fucking ‘whatevers’. Always said with that casual tone of indifference that shouted his superiority over everyone.

I resented him more than my own father, this man had managed to prevail over years of abuse in one night.

We were both angry that night, angry at each other, angry at the situation, angry that we couldn’t fucking DO anything about it. That we just had to watch it play out or stand by as Yugi saved the day like always. It wasn’t that I hated Yugi for it, it was just that it was the same situation again. And I was just…’there’.

But Seto did hate Yugi for it, it didn’t matter to him that Yugi was ‘destined’ for it anything like that. Because Seto wasn’t used to sitting on the side while someone else did the work and got the credit.

Why we were even in that same room together while Yugi dueled up on top is beyond me. And why our anger turned into something else I won’t know either. If I could forget it, I would. If I didn’t have to see his fucking face all the time, I would. If I could get out of being here with him now…I would.

What had seemed to be weeks ago had only been days. Because here we were in this same fucking room where it had happened before—situated on opposite ends as if that somehow discredited the other person’s presence.

Waiting…waiting like we always were while Yugi dueled again, both knowing the outcome and too…exhausted to see it for ourselves.

The room was too quiet and I was tired of hearing nothing but that incessant clicking of keys he had been emitting for at least an hour now.

“Why are you even in here, Kaiba?” I finally snapped.

“Something’s happened with the signal, it’s the only room I can get any.”

“Some tech genius you are.” I scoffed.

“Excuse me if I don’t get insulted by the abuses of a mutt.”

I paused, about to snap back but realizing I had nothing to say. It was unlike me to not at least use some standby insult to him, but all I was thinking about was what had happened before.

The typing slowed, he’d noticed too.

“Why?” The words seemed to have barely left my lips, sure there was no way he could have heard them.

The typing stopped, “Why what?”

“Why did you do it?” I waited for him to snide me with his comments, to aggravate me by asking ‘why did I do what?’ just so he could here me say the words.

But he didn’t and the typing continued before he finally said,

“Because I was angry…and you were there.”

I hadn’t expected such a definitive answer.

“I was angry too.” Why did my words come out so small?

“Yes.”

‘Yes.’. What a fucking response.

I don’t even know where I was wanting to go with this, hadn’t I just been thinking how much I hated this man? Hadn’t I just said all that? Resentment and hate stronger than for my father? So why was I here?

Why was I fucking here? Talking to this man—the one I hadn’t even wanted to call human?

Something was wrong with me. I was fucked up. My mind and these thoughts had been quickly suffocating me since then. Was this my fucked up way of releasing them?

“Wheeler.”

“Huh?”

The typing stopped again, as if that was a sign that he really meant what he was saying now.

“Have you been regretting it?”

“Yeah.” The words left my mouth so quick; I don’t think I even realized what I had said until after they had hung in the air for awhile.

“Do you hate me now?”

Do I hate him? Somehow hearing the words aloud made them seem different.

“I don’t know. I thought I did.”

When the typing continued I thought that was the end, maybe it was, maybe the next words I’d heard were in my imagination.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Okay.” I mumbled. Feeling foreign emotions well up in me.

For some reason in that instance I felt the need to walk over there, and as I did, as I watched the back of his head tense, his typing stopped.

His fingers were still gently resting against the keys, watching me. Why had I come over here?

“I hate…being here. I hate being useless and…”

I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion, my fingertips feeling moist. Seto’s face looked surprised.

I nodded at him, feeling that stupid burn in my throat and my eyes welling up, burning with embarrassment that him of all people I would act like this towards.

“…and…I do hate you.” I laugh/cried. “I hate you for that night so much because it’s all I ever think about. I hate that you don’t fucking care or probably even think about it. And then when I think about you forgetting about it…it makes me hate you even more.”

Was I crying? What was I saying? Why was I saying this to him? Why was I even thinking it?

Though my vision was blurred I could see the surprise on Seto’s face. What? Surprised I have feelings?

“I thought I could take it, ya know? Like your insults. But it doesn’t feel like that. It feels too cruel.” I choked.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled. I don’t think he could process this; the way he was looking at me was as if he had been shocked into submission.

My body ached and my mind hurt. Maybe that was why I knelt forward and wrapped my arms around this person that wasn’t even human.

Because at that moment I felt like the only one who could really save me from myself was the one I hated more than anyone else because they knew. They knew me in a way different than any friend could ever know. In a way no father, sister or mother would never know. And as I felt his hesitant fingertips slide themselves into my hair, I knew I had been right.

And it made this ache flare and recede at the same time.

His skin felt so warm, his scent seemed different, his heartbeat pounded against my own. And his lips…

“Seto.”

“What?”

“I feel…insignificant. And sometimes when I’m near you, it feels so strong, i feel like I’ll die.”

He hadn’t pushed me away, he kept his fingers in my hair as my arms stay wrapped around his shoulders.

“Did I make you feel that way that night?”

“…yeah.”

We never kissed that night, that night it had been loveless.

But now I knew his lips were achingly soft and surprisingly inexperienced as they stayed pressed against mine. And it made it that much sweeter.

With need rushing up into me I pressed my lips harder to his, opening my mouth as his tongue slid between my teeth. I got the sudden feeling that Kaiba had never been with anyone else. I felt relieved.

I wanted to press my body closer to his as I let my weight fall in his lap, my fingers seeming to clutch wildly into his hair for support as my groin began to throb with blood. I couldn’t help but grin a little as I felt the hardness in his lap pressing against my own –a small, barely audible moan escaping his lips only to be devoured by my own.

This wasn’t like it had been before. This didn’t hurt like last time or feel mocking and full of hatred.

Seto fingers stumbled down my spine, clawing at my shirt to pull it off me. I unbuttoned his shirt as my lips stayed firmly pressed to his because the idea of pulling away seemed impossibly painful. I wanted to feel his skin against my own and as my shirt came up over my head and the last button had been ripped off his, I hurriedly pressed my chest to his, unable to control the long moan as heat met heat.

I ground my hips into his, desperately rubbing against his hardness to hear the little whines each thrust made him choke out.

I pulled my lips from him, both of us panting and staring at each other in way that said, ‘what next?’ His lips were swollen like my own, tinged a deep red as he wiped the saliva that dripped from his lips with the back of his hand. I licked my lips, standing up to pull down my pants and underwear. I stood there a moment, watching him watching me.

“Seto…don’t hurt me this time.” I trembled, feeling scared again like I had been last time.

Seto rolled his chair forward, forcing me to rest against the desk, placing his hands on each of my knees, he spread them apart.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing…but I’ll try.” He leaned forward, hot breath ghosting across my thighs and upwards.

“S-seto…” I trembled, feeling his lips rest against the underside of my cock, pausing there as if in some ill-planned contemplation.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He spoke against me, my eyes flickering shut from the flickering sensations of pleasure.

I nodded faintly, keeping my eyes tightly squeezed as his head moved to the tip. A sudden, overpowering heat and ecstasy overwhelmed me as his mouth slowly sank over my cock, his tongue pressing gently against the shaft.

I moaned in longing, digging my fingers deep in his hair as he began to move up and down. My hips couldn’t help but jerk, giving small, needy thrusts into the sinfully good burning heat. Seto’s hands came to rest at my hips, keeping me from squirming as he began a steady pace that made my mind and body numb to anything but the feel of his tongue.

“Seto…stick your fingers in me.” I panted, spreading my legs wider.

“Okay.”

Pulling back to wet his fingers, I almost regretted asking him as that binding heat left my cock and returned me to my senses. I watched hungrily as he sucked his fingers until strings of saliva connected them to his mouth.

I shut my eyes, feeling one slowly, if not hesitantly push into me. The finger pushed deeper, moving around experimentally. I thrust back on it, running my fingers over my nipples for more pleasure.

“Put all three in, put your mouth back on me.” I wanted to be overwhelmed with it all, overwhelmed by him again to the point that everything in my life that had happened up to that point would seem insignificant and pointless compared to the feelings I was having at that moment.

I weakly cried out as all three fingers were pushed in, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me intently as he pushed them in to the knuckle. I moaned incessantly as his lips and tongue returned to my cock, lapping at the head as he let his fingers stretch me, twisting and scissoring, a small glimpse of what would be there next.

“F-faster!” I cried, my hips shakily thrusting up and down in confusion of which felt better—his hot tongue tracing over each sensitive vein or the fingertips that gently and unknowingly swiped against the nerves that made my vision blank.

I moaned as I looked down to see Seto’s other hand wrapped around his own cock, teasingly stroking it – his thumb running smooth circles around the slit and into it.

His fingers sped up some, pushing themselves deeper and pumping in and out of me faster. What drove me crazy was the slow, sensuous speed his kept on my cock, counteracting the mind-numbing pleasure of his fingers that made me want to cum like crazy.

His patience finally wore and I was glad for it as he pulled away from me, pulling his pants down to pool around his ankles as he sat back in his chair. I shakily pushed myself off the desk, resting my knees on each side of his chair as I positioned him at my entrance and slowly sank down.

The feeling was unbearable at first, the overwhelming fullness and heat matched only by the lascivious moans Seto emitted as his body shook from pleasure.

Even though I’d asked not to be hurt, some part of me wished for pain just to know this fucked-up scenario was real. Because here we were again, here was our way of dealing with the situation, while Yugi fought on battle ship to save us all, Seto and I fucked each other to deal with our feelings of inadequacy.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing myself up so I could sink back down, moaning as his cock slowly pushed against that bundle of nerves. Damn good for the first try.

Seto’s fingers dug into my hips, heading falling back as the hot pressure bound around his pulsing cock. I ran my hips in circles, savoring the feeling of it hot and pulsing inside of me and the moans it emitted from him.

But we both needed more, and as I lifted myself up again, I quickly slammed myself down, repeating that furied pace so that skin slapped against skin, moans overlapped with more moans, and our bodies rubbed against each other in heated friction. I wanted to call out his name again and again, this man I hated and lusted after, I rested my head against his, feeling his hot, labored breaths against my shoulder.

If this never stopped, if this could go on forever and I never had to think about anything else again, no worries or problems at all, that would be…bliss.

And yet the anticipation of that explosion of pleasure and release was too great to deny as I continued to slam myself repeatedly down – hurriedly, frantically, needingly.

I wondered if Seto would know to stroke me again, but he seemed too engrossed with his own pleasure, I doubt he would. Seto…of course he wouldn’t have experience when he’s the CEO of a company at 16. I’d forgotten that last time—that maybe that had been his first and the rawness was out of inexperience. But I could have told myself anything at that moment while feeling that way.

“St-stroke…” it was the only word I managed to choke out, sighing and moaning in relief as his hand wrapped around my cock and frantically jerked me off. It made me slam myself as fast as I could on and off him, feeling that familiar warmth pooled in my stomach, racing up my spine to every inch of me.

I held on tightly, clutching on to his shoulders during those last few thrusts before my orgasm roared over me, leaving me moaning and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body, cum dripping down our chests and coating his fist and fingers as he continued to jerk me off until it was too much to handle. Feeling his own cock spasming inside of me as warm cum filled me, he panted and groaned, resting his head against the back of his chair as I continued to thrust up and down to prolong the pleasure.

When it finally stopped I stayed there, unable to move but not wanting to either. I wondered what he was thinking, if he would return to how he was before, if this was a joke, if I would still feel useless.

“Joey….” He rarely called me by my first name, “I don’t think you’re insignificant.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, that he of all people could say that to me and it mean more than anyone else. Maybe I didn’t hate Seto after all. Maybe we were just two fucked up people in a fucked up situation. And maybe I had resented him because he knew...he knew how it felt, how it all felt. And all I needed to say now was,

“Thanks.”

AN: I have to say, I really really enjoy my characterizations of Joey and Seto in this story. I think they are different but not unbelievable. I get tired of always seeing Joey written like an idiot and Seto as a highly-experienced master of sex. Why would Seto have time to have sex all the time, I mean...he's like 16, runs his own company and has to take care of someone. That just screams inexperience to me.

What happened to my so-called summer updates? -cries- I-I don't wanna talk about it. D: