Patience

Title: Patience (1/1)

Author: Sprinkles

Rating: NC-17

Pairing (s): Seto/Katsuya

Beta: Rroselavy

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own the Yu-Gi-Oh cast, but I do borrow a few for
my own entertainment.

Summary: It's true. Good things come to those who wait...

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He needed sex.

Not just the `let me screw you just to get off' type of sex. No, he wanted the `I'm going to fuck you into the mattress until both of us
find oblivion at completion,' or the `Get on your knees by the bed so I can screw your bloody brains out and make you feel the best
transcending-time orgasm you've ever had' kind of sex. To hell if he sounded desperate, he had been deprived of any type of sexual
activity for the better part of six months.

No, it wasn't because he couldn't get any. He was Seto Kaiba, multi-billionaire CEO of the largest gaming enterprise in the world.
Hundreds of people, men and women alike, would throw themselves at his feet just for a night with the teenager. But that was not what he
wanted. In fact, those types of people annoyed him the most. He absolutely ~hated~ ass kissers.

A burst of laughter drew Seto's attention from his personal dilemma and to the laughter's owner. Cobalt eyes drank in every detail of the
other. Unkempt sun-kissed blonde hair fell into warm, golden-brown eyes. A lithe, toned body that was hidden beneath a t-shirt, jeans,
and holey socks ensemble. Seto made a mental note to get the boy a new pair before winter fully set in. Katsuya Jonouchi laughed again
at something his best friend Hiroto Honda said before making eye contact with the brunette.

Heat rushed into the brunette's body. Damn hormones! Katsuya excused himself from his friend and slipped off the couch. His spot was
immediately taken by the raven-haired, emerald–eyed dice king, Ryuuji Otogi, who began at once to seduce the two-toned brunette. The
sapphire-eyed boy glared at the other teenage CEO because it was quite apparent that Otogi was going to get some from Honda tonight,
if his cat-in-heat behavior hinted at anything.

"Hey there, Dragon. How do you like your party?" The husky timber of his boyfriend's voice met his ear as the blonde slipped into the
large armchair next to him. Whether intentionally or accidentally, one of Katsuya's hands landed quite high on Seto's thigh, causing
myriad images to attack the boy's mind, most of them having to do with the blonde's hand just a little bit higher and moving in a …

Seto abruptly pushed those thoughts away. He did not need a hard-on in the middle of Yuugi's living room. Katsuya rubbed his thumb over
the top of the brunette's leg, and his mind went deliciously blank as tingles spread from the touch. His hormones received yet another
string of profanities courtesy of the azure–eyed boy.

"Seto?" The teenager looked up into the concerned amber eyes of his lover. Well, lover in name only, since they had yet to actually sleep
together. Not from his lack of trying … and if the CEO didn't know any better, his deviously innocent puppy was deliberately tracing
circles on the inside of his thigh, trying to drive him insane with lust, want …

Again, Seto wrenched his mind back to the present. What had his puppy asked? Something about dragons; no, parties. Yes, that was it.
Katsuya had asked if he was enjoying the surprise birthday party that Yuugi Mutou and his band of cheerleaders had thrown for the teenager.
Of course, it had taken both Katsuya and his little brother Mokuba to actually convince him to show up at the Game Shop today. Once there,
Seto had encountered the entire group, from the usual gathering of ancient spirits and their lovers all the way down to Mai, Varon,
Amelda, and Ishizu (a great surprise there). Seto remembered briefly thinking that perhaps another ancient Egyptian hypocrite was planning
to take over the world before the giggling group had yelled `Surprise.' Although he would never admit to it out loud, Seto
had been touched by everyone's consideration and had enjoyed himself immensely. But you would have to go through a 16th century torture
chamber to ever wrestle that confession out of the brunette.

Oh, right. The question.

"The party is fine, Puppy; but I would have rather enjoyed a private celebration between the two of us; maybe in my bedroom." Seto purred
into the blonde's ear while pulling the other boy into his lap. He was amused by the light blush that bloomed upon Katsuya's cheeks. Who
knew the golden-eyed boy was so sensitive when it came to sweet talk? "I have a few ideas about how we could spend my birthday
presents." The brunette fiddled with the bottle of vanilla-scented lube given to him by the Ishtar pair. Actually, most of the gifts he
had received tonight were of sexual relations and connotations. Seto mentally frowned at the underlying insult. Was everyone else getting
some but him?

"Seto," Katsuya whined as he squirmed in his boyfriend's lap, trying to escape. "We've talked about this, remember? You agreed to wait
until I said I was ready."

Seto sighed and reluctantly released his hold on the blonde, watching forlornly as the other teen bounded into the kitchen to help his tri-
colored haired midget friend. The cobalt-eyed boy reached for his cup, but rather than drink from it, he stared at the reflective
surface.

The way Katsuya and he had hooked up had been a unique situation. Katsuya had gone through two boyfriends in as many weeks and was
frustrated by a third that had been a tad overenthusiastic to bed the blonde. Seto had just dumped yet another money whore after only three
nights together. That day, for some unexplainable reason, both had become extremely worked up during their usual verbal spar in a school
hallway that had been deserted long before.

Seto smiled slightly at the memory of the ending of that particular fight. He remembered grabbing Katsuya's shoulders and slamming the
amber-eyed boy up against the wall. He had then leaned down to growl a threat of some sort into the puppy's ear when the blonde had
grabbed the CEO's face and kissed him hard on the lips. Once the brunette had gotten over his shock, he had kissed Katsuya back just
as passionately. One thing led to another and they ended up skipping first hour altogether-- actually, the first three hours--for the best
make-out session in Seto's entire life. Seto grinned. He had made Katsuya come three times (not counting the two times he had come as
well). Who knew that the blonde's ear was a ~very~ sensitive spot? Many times since that fateful day, Seto had been able to reduce the
other teen to a puddle of bubbly goo, gurgling happily, by just laving attention on his lobe and shell.

Seto's smile dropped off his face and it was replaced by a scowl. The first three weeks had been both bliss and hell. Katsuya had
immediately dumped his boyfriend, who, it turned out had been cheating on the blonde anyways (the pair had caught him in bed with
two prostitutes when Katsuya had dropped by to deliver the news). After that discovery, Seto and Katsuya had followed up their first
impromptu make out session with many others of similar intensity. Most of which left the two with raging erections.

They had come close to sleeping together numerous times during those first weeks, falling into bed at the Kaiba Manor or the Jonouchi
residence when Katsuya's father had not been home. But each and every time clothes started flying, someone had been there to interrupt
them, whether it was Mokuba, Yuugi, Shizuka, or the P.E. teacher. (Locker room after school. Such a great memory.)

After one such occasion when the younger Kaiba had interrupted the couple just as Seto had moved to finally take his puppy -- all
preparation and lubrication completed to ease the joining-- Seto had literally screamed into a pillow in frustration. Katsuya had then
proceeded to make it all better by sucking the billionaire off. Of course, the brunette had returned the favor, showing the other teen
just how talented ~his~ mouth was. That had also been the first time Seto had learned just how vocal his lover could be. Such interesting
noises had issued forth from the blonde's mouth, most of them quickly becoming the CEO's favorites to hear.

It was not long after that when trouble showed. Apparently some of the happy couple's ex-lovers had decided to strike back at them. Or,
more specifically, at Katsuya. Three men and a woman had kidnapped the blonde while he was on his way home from Seto's house one night.
For two weeks, the blonde had been subjugated to every sexual whim the quartet thought of – from making Katsuya suck one guy off while
the female rode him to getting fucked from behind by two men at once. The kidnappers had kept Seto well updated on his missing boyfriend's
status by sending videos of their escapades to the brunette; all of them had been burned accordingly. Along with those incriminating
tapes, typed ransom letters, simple enough that they could not be traced to their source, threatened to take the videos public should
Kaiba not make the required money transfer. Even the threat of ruining Seto's reputation did not slow the teenager down. In fact, it
only served to fuel the CEO's temper to new heights as he poured money and funds into the police force and private investigators, all
to track his lover down. When the police force, with Seto at its forefront, finally found the amber-eyed boy, he had been delirious,
malnourished, and dehydrated.

While Katsuya recovered in at the hospital, Seto set about ensuring the prosecution of the four individuals responsible for the crime. He
distributed a little cash here and a few favors there, and was able to arrange that the prison guards made the criminals' lives a virtual
living hell. He had been furious to realize that three of the kidnappers were past flames of his, those that he used and then
dumped without a second glance, causing bitter feelings and a need for them to seek revenge on him, and the fourth was the man Katsuya
had dumped for him. As Seto sat in the blonde's hospital room, a wave of guilt like none other had washed over him; revenge birthed from
his actions had been inflicted upon Katsuya, someone who Seto was actually close to and cared for. The guilt was quickly followed by
shock. The most surprising aspect of the whole dilemma had been the fact that Seto ~cared~. He actually cared for someone other than
Mokuba. At the beginning of his relationship with Katsuya it had been all about the lust and sex. After the kidnapping, things had shifted
to new, unexplored territory.

Once Katsuya had physically recovered enough to move around a little on his own in the hospital-issued wheelchair, Seto took him to the
gardens in the back of the hospital and together they had a long talk. Most of it Kaiba'd spent reassuring the other teen that he was
still desirable, not only to be used as a sex toy, and no, he was not `damaged goods.' Before Seto had left the hospital that night, he
had told the other boy that they would take it slow for as long as Katsuya needed them to and Seto would not push him into any sexual
activities. `It wasn't like the blonde had been a virgin,' Seto had mused. `It was the fact that he had been violated without his consent
in an act he believed should be a pleasurable experience for both participants.' The rape had left an imprint on Katsuya's psyche and
the golden-eyed boy became skittish when it came to and romantic or sexual gestures. Only recently had the two of them reached the level
they had been at before the kidnapping.

Later, when the CEO had analyzed the situation, he could have laughed over the absurdity. All of his past love relationships had lacked an
essential quality, one that he and Katsuya had retained; a sense of acquaintance. He and the blonde had been through hell and back
together in the years they'd known each other, and unlike all the other men and women Seto had slept with, Katsuya and he had a
personal history of fights and alliances that connected him to the other on a deeper level, one he couldn't begin to fathom. It had
taken him weeks to mentally admit to having deeper feelings -- a true attraction for the other boy -- and a couple more to admit it out
loud, even if it was only in the confinement of his bedroom. But when he had simply held Katsuya in his arms the first night that the
blonde came home from the hospital, it had felt so ~right~; a completion of sorts.

But he needed to get laid, dammit! And soon!

The brunette softly growled into his cup. There was only a certain extent his patience would hold out, and then things would turn nasty.
Katsuya must have sensed something was amiss because the golden-eyed boy had been highly attentive to his lover's needs lately.

"Yuugi and I are going to the grocery store. Does anyone need something?" Katsuya's announcement caught Seto's attention again.
From the original party members, only a few were remaining. Honda and Otogi were most likely occupying a bathroom somewhere in the house;
Mai, Anzu, and Shizuka were in a deep conversation about who-knows-what. Seto believed it might have been about hair products because
when his long-haired little brother eagerly joined the discussion, the busty blonde had immediately latched on to his bushy, midnight
black mop of hair. (Seto had a debate going on about whether Mokuba was gay or bi. At moments like this, gay seemed to be in the lead.)

Varon and Amelda were playing a board game of some kind with Yami.The Egyptian spirit glanced up from the game to answer the blonde's
question. "I believe we have enough snacks to sustain us until you return from the store, Jou. Have fun." Yami's ruby eyes glittered
mischievously.

"We're off, then!" Yuugi called while running out the door, Katsuya on his heels.

Seto eyed the closed door in speculation. Since his lover had left, maybe ~he~ didn't have to stick around anymore. Katsuya could always
drop by the mansion if he wanted to see him. About to make the decision to leave the reunion-slash-birthday party, Katsuya's words,
whispered to him when he first arrived, floated back into his mind. "Listen Dragon, I know you don't like gatherings or most of the
group, but for once, could you try to enjoy yourself, even if I'm not there?'

`But what if you go home?' He had asked, instantly finding a loophole in his puppy's words without rudely saying outright that he wouldn't
stay if the other didn't. Katsuya had smiled and replied, `Then I'll be fair and not expect you to hang around unless you want to, k?'

The second hesitation was all the time needed as Varon suddenly called out from where he sat at the coffee table.

"Hey, Kaiba! Care to join us and help kick Yami's butt?"

Azure eyes gazed indifferently at the trio, mind already flashing through all repercussions of accepting the offer. On one hand, he
could leave the party and not be forced to endure the torture of the `friendship clique.' On the other, he could be a valuable asset
in causing Yami to lose.

He made up his mind when the pharaoh smirked at him, a challenge in his eyes. "There is no way Kaiba could help. I've beaten him so many
times now; I could do it in my sleep."

~That~ made up his mind in an instant. "Care to prove that fact, Yami? I would so ~hate~ to prove you wrong." Seto sauntered over the
game while Amelda dealt him in. "Prepare to lose, Pharaoh." Kaiba challenged as he slid on his eyeglasses so that he could better view
the game board. Leaving could wait just a little longer; beating the spirit of the millennium necklace had become his top priority at the
moment.

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"You rolled a six on the dice and landed on my Boardwalk which has three hotels. Since you cannot pay the designated amount, you are
bankrupt. Therefore, you lose." Removing his glasses from his face, Seto smirked at the three shocked faces. For the last hour and a
half, the CEO-turned-banker had thoroughly kicked the other teenagers' butts in Monopoly. The brunette turned his smug expression
on Yami. "I win."

The spiky-haired male sighed in defeat. "Yes you did. Damn, how was I supposed to know you were good at this game?"

Seto laughed. "You challenged a ruthless businessman to a game that requires one to know the strategy and ethics of corporate takeovers.
What did you expect?"

Yami mock pouted as Varon and Amelda broke into peals of laughter. "Kaiba's got you there, Yami." Amelda gasped in between
giggles.

"At least I wasn't kicked out of the game after one turn of the board." Yami retorted. The group chuckled when the redhead turned a
light shade of scarlet.

"I'm home," a voice chirped from the front door.

Yami immediately stopped laughing and bounded into the entry hall, crooning "I missed you so much, aibou!"

Seto rolled his eyes at the teen's actions as the look-a-likes came back into the room. He silently thanked any and every deity he could
think of that he and Katsuya did not act like such lovesick fools. Yami disappeared into the kitchen with the grocery bags Yuugi had
been carrying as the younger boy approached the CEO.

"Jou had to go home because he didn't feel well; something about a headache. He said to tell you to call him when you get home."

Seto grunted in acknowledgement to the smaller boy's announcement, attention already focused inward at the new problem presented. If
Katsuya was complaining about a simple headache, then it had to be one of his migraines. The blonde would be incapacitated for the
remainder of the evening and well into the next morning if he took any of his headache medicine. That meant no get-together after the
party, and no point in staying.

"If that is all, then I'll be heading home now. Thank you for the party, Yuugi. It wasn't a full waste of my time." Ignoring the half-
hearted retorts to his rude statement, Seto made his way to the front hall where his trench coat, and subsequently his keys, had been
stored. Even though he was Katsuya's boyfriend, Seto could only stand the group for limited periods of time. His puppy knew this as well as
everyone else, and the blonde never pushed him toward the others. Rather, he would spend his time equally between the Seto and the rest
of his friends, allowing the brunette some space while at the same time being near just for him. It caused a warm feeling in Seto that
he disregarded immediately because of its `romantic inclinations.'

Yuugi followed the taller boy to the entry hall, an impish gleam in his violet eyes. Finding his coat, Seto put it on while turning to
the other. "Make sure Mokuba does not eat too many sweets before he goes to sleep, and please try to have him in bed before three o'clock
in the morning this time. I'll be back around noon tomorrow to pick him up. Mokuba, I'm leaving."

Yuugi rolled his eyes, "This isn't the first time he's slept over, Kaiba-kun. He'll be just fine."

The brunette merely shrugged off the smaller boy's retort. "I know. But I've learned it's better to be safe than sorry and I never take
chances with my little brother. Mokuba!" He called out.

"Okay, okay. I'm here, nii-sama." The bushy haired preteen came sliding into the entryway on socked feet to give his older brother a
hug goodbye. "I hope you enjoyed your party and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes you will. Stay out of trouble and listen to Yuugi's grandfather. I don't want a phone call in the middle of the night about you
misbehaving."

"It was a one-time thing." Mokuba pouted. "I'm not going to sneak out again. Besides, I don't think Grandpa Mutou would call you tonight
anyways."

Seto looked at Mokuba sharply. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. Bye, Seto. I'll see you tomorrow." The older boy gave his brother a suspicious glance before hurrying out
the door and to his car. Yuugi and Mokuba stood in the doorway, waving goodbye until the brunette pealed out of the driveway, then
Mokuba turned and grinned at the slightly taller boy beside him. "Hey Yuugi? Do you think Seto will be coming to get me tomorrow?"

"Nope." Yuugi chuckled ruefully, his mirth echoed by the rest of the group inside that overheard the younger Kaiba's question. "There's
not a doubt in my mind that your brother will be otherwise… preoccupied."

Still laughing, the pair joined the remaining party members and conspirators inside, setting up a new game of Scrabble. The bets were
on.

It's my birthday
And I'll cry if I want to
Laugh if I want to
Fuck who I want to
You would screw too if it happened to you

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Seto wearily closed the mansion's front door behind him, sliding the lock into place as he did so. He hung up his trench coat on a hanger
in the closet next to him and placed his shoes perfectly side by side. Then the brunette trudged up the long staircase and headed to
his room, dropping the intricate buckles on his arms as he went.

All he wanted to do at the moment was curl up in bed and fall into a dreamless sleep. Or maybe call his puppy as he changed into his
nightclothes. It was nice to fall asleep while talking to Katsuya, though it was usually the blonde that was out first. Finally reaching
his bedroom, the teenager fumbled for the light switch only to freeze before his hand clicked it on.

His spacious room had been decorated with candles placed on almost every available surface. A multitude of scents assaulted Seto's nose;
the candles so well distributed that no distinct smell overruled the others nor stood out among the rest. The curtains on his full-length
glass windows that led to his balcony were open to allow the last vestiges from the setting sun to tumble into the room, the beams
spilling across his bed.

Seto stared slack-jawed at what he saw on ~top~ of his four-post, canopy bed.

There Katsuya was kneeling on top of the covers, gloriously naked in the flickering light, tan skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat,
and -- Seto's eyes were drawn to the crux of the boy's legs -- sporting a ~very~ prominent arousal. Seto never knew he could become
that hard that fast.

The blonde was panting now, warm brown eyes locked with Seto's. He shifted slightly, and a keening noise dropped from his lips. "Seto…"
Oh god, Seto's pants were way past constricting. Azure darkened to almost black at the moaned name. Four quick steps brought him to the
edge of the bed.

Now Seto was close enough that he could reach out and run his hand down the expanse of skin that stretched across the blonde's taut
chest and stomach muscles. He lasted a full two seconds before he opted to fulfill that craving, lightly brushing against the flushed
skin. Katsuya sucked in a shaky breath and tried to move closer to the hovering hand. The sound broke whatever trance Seto was in and
the teenager suddenly smirked.

"What's this about, Puppy?" The brunette purposefully brushed the pads of his fingers in a barely-there touch along Katsuya's side. He
didn't know about the other, but just by ~touching~ the blonde, Seto could feel fire coursing through his limbs.

"I just…just wanted to. I just wanted to…to…Oh god!" Katsuya could not finish his sentence as Seto began tracing patterns of some kind
on his stomach. The CEO was enjoying himself immensely. The boy looked so delicious squirming on the bed with his arms provocatively
lifted above his head. Seto's hand began rubbing Katsuya's hip as his eyes followed the upraised appendages until they reached the blonde's
wrists. They were encased in padded handcuffs threaded through a strap that hung down from the top of the brunette's bed. Katsuya was
bound and helpless on the Seto's bed and there was no one around to interrupt them this time. A cold feeling suddenly flashed through
Seto's stomach; was his lover all right with this?

"I wanted to surprise you." The voice startled Seto out of his thoughts and onto the speaker. Katsuya was looking at him through
half-lidded eyes. Apparently the brunette had stopped his movements when the thought crossed his mind. Seto's blue eyes locked with the
other's dark ones. He searched for an answer to his silent question in those open orbs. They sat there for a silent moment before Seto
gave a small nod, satisfied with the unspoken response for right now. Both his hands were on the blonde's hips again, starting to slide
back up the smooth skin. Katsuya's breath caught in his throat.

"Really, now?" Seto moved his hands to the center of the other's chest and pinched his nipples between his forefinger and thumb.
Slowly, he worried the small nubs between his fingers until they were pebble-hard. Katsuya threw his head back in pleasure at the
brunette's ministrations, eyes closed and mouth opened to spew verbal appreciation of the euphoric bliss. That served to further fuel
Seto's arousal. He began placing small nips along the squirming boy's collarbone and neck, making his way to Katsuya's sensitive ear. Once
there, he whispered huskily, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you are trying to seduce me. Is that true?"

Even though the blue-eyed boy's hands had drifted down to rest on Katsuya's hips again, and tracing the slight indentions of skin, Seto
could still ~hear~ the smirk in his puppy's voice when he answered. "Well that depends, Dragon," Katsuya purred, "Is it
working?"

Seto pulled back enough to lock lustful gazes with Katsuya. Emotions coursed through his veins at the raw desire displayed uninhibited in
the golden pair, the message in them stating clearly that the blonde wanted to devour Seto whole. The CEO didn't have to think about his
answer at all.

"Hell yes." The cobalt-eyed teenager growled before lunging forward and claiming Katsuya's lips in a heated kiss. His hands came up to
cup the other's face as the pair fought for dominance with lips, teeth, and tongues. Neither wanted to surrender, and neither did.
Eventually the kiss turned from one of bruising force to gentle ministrations of lips against lips until Seto wrenched himself away,
gasping for breath.

The blonde had not fared any better, he was panting with greater intensity, lips bruised, hair mussed and eyes – oh God, his eyes.
Seto could have sworn then and there that his lover's eyes were glowing a dark gold. His puppy looked absolutely fuckable at that
moment and all Seto wanted to do was throw him down and have his sinful way with him. But something needed to be cleared up first, to
be spoken instead of silently communicated. Leaning forward, Seto placed his forehead against Katsuya's, their breaths mingling
together between them. "Tell me one thing before anything happens, puppy."

"What's that?" Katsuya moved to nuzzle the side of Seto's face.

"Are you ready to go this far? Because once we start, I won't be able to stop."

"I know. You're not very good at hiding your frustration. I walked in on you in the bathroom last week, jacking off, grunting my name when
you came." Katsuya placed butterfly kisses along Seto's jaw when the brunette gave a startled twitch.

"Is that the reason?" Seto asked quietly, his anger suddenly blossoming. "You're going to sleep with me because you think I'm
frustrated? You feel ~obligated~ to do so as my boyfriend? If that's the justification behind your logic, then there is no reason for me
to even stay in the same room as you until you come to your senses." Even as he said he was going to leave, Seto did not make the move to
do so. The mere thought that his puppy would think he ~had~ to sleep with him, just to prove he was capable of doing so when Seto was…
~frustrated~, made the brunette feel sick. Did the blonde not have confidence in his patience? Granted he was internally bitching
earlier that he needed to get laid, but that didn't mean his hand couldn't suffice for a while longer. He had more self-control than that!

Katsuya nipped rather painfully on Seto's neck. "If you assume that I would simply spread my legs for you, or anyone else for that matter,
just because you were horny, then you need to reevaluate your thinking, Seto. I'm not easy, and I don't do charity cases. If I want
to do something, I will do it when I say I'll do it. And right now I want it! So stop psychoanalyzing me and just fuck me already. Not
everything is about you, moneybags."

Seto wrapped his arms around Katsuya's tense body in a loose hug as he buried his nose in the silky strands he found at the base of the
blonde's neck. Katsuya relaxed into his arms after a few moments. Something spread through his body from the blonde's words, awakening
a fierce desire deep inside. "So, you're ready for this?" Seto asked softly. It was redundant to ask, but sometimes it was better safe
than sorry.

"I'm more than ready for this, blue-eyes." Katsuya's answered in an equally soft voice, "Hence the handcuffs. I wanted this to happen,
have for a while now. I have only one request."

"What's that?"

"This time, I want to hear you to ~scream~ my name when you climax."

Something bubbled up in Seto's throat and rather than contain it, Seto released it. A deep, resonating laughter drifted around the
room. ~That~ was the Katsuya he knew and liked. Seto pulled back and glanced candidly at the handcuffs. "So, where did you get those?"

Katsuya had the decency to blush, the red hue spreading from his cheeks and ears down his neck. "From Yuugi, to tell the truth. He was
the one who helped me set up the room and then called me when you left his house. I actually waited until I saw your car pull in the
driveway before I closed them. They're the padded ones, so the interior won't chaff my wrists as bad as the other pair he has. Gods,
Dragon, you would be surprised with the amount of…`stuff' Yuug' owns. Yami has some freaky kinks, but Yuugi did say we could borrow any of
their equipment if we wanted."

"Hmm, I'll keep that in mind." Seto murmured. He slid his hands from the other's lower back to the blonde's oh-so-delectable ass. He
squeezed the smooth globes with both hands, relishing the strangled half-yelp, half-moan that came from Katsuya before pulling back. The
blonde immediately made a whining noise from the loss of heat, which Seto ignored as he took a step back from the bed.

"Now now, Pup, patience. Everything will come in time." For a second, Seto dwelled on that statement. Every time the brunette imagined them
sleeping together, the sex was fast and hard, but now that he actually had the blonde ~in~ his bed, he wanted to go slow and enjoy
it to the fullest.

"Please Seto. I need this." Katsuya was fidgeting, hips unintentionally thrusting into empty air. Seto's eyes raked down the
tan body before him, stopping once he reached his lover's straining arousal, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. The sight reminded him
of his next task.

"Just watch and enjoy." Turning his back on Katsuya, Seto fiddled with the edge of his shirt, pulling it up a couple of inches to
display the flawless skin of his back to his partner while swaying his hips a little to music only he could hear. The sound of Katsuya's
heavy breathing made Seto smirk. Slowly he pulled off the shirt then tossed it away. One hand then began to travel down his stomach, along
his hips, and then up his side and toward his nipple.

The brunette half-turned so Katsuya could see his actions as he began pinching and rolling the dusky protrusion between his fingers. His
head rolled back at the self-administered pleasure and Seto released a small moan. One eye peeked at the blonde to see his reaction and
Seto nearly stumbled in his erotic dance. Katsuya's eyes ~were~ a dark gold color, filled with so many emotions, passion being the most
proclaimed. Those eyes were gazing hungrily at his fingers, causing Seto's body to flush with heat and arousal.

Seto allowed the cool fingertips of his other hand to drift down his abdomen, and toy with his navel lightly before continuing to the
button of his pants. He popped it and then slid the zipper down in one fluid motion. The brunette was rewarded with a deep sound that
was a mix between a purr and a growl as Katsuya's eyes followed the same path and remained fixated on the bulge in Seto's pants.

With deliberate slowness, Seto worked the top of his pants down his narrow hips, until the top-half of his lily-white ass was bared. The
same hand from before followed the fine trail of hair starting from his navel and disappearing into his pants to grasp his erection.
Another louder moan dropped from Seto's lips as he began stroking the hard organ, pausing its head to run a thumb over the sensitive tip.

"Holy hell, Seto! Stop teasing me, I can't stand it." Katsuya finally shouted.

Seto breathlessly laughed, having enjoyed himself for the entire mini-strip session. His hand curled around the shaft and began pumping it
with a little more vigor. "Can't you ask politely, Puppy?" How he managed a steady voice was beyond the teenage genius' brain capacity
as he pleasured himself under the lustful gaze of his lover.

Katsuya keened in response. A `please' might have been among the noises, but Seto wasn't quite sure. Having pity on the blonde, Seto
employed a well-placed flick of his wrists to allow his pants to pool around his ankles. Once he stepped out of the confining material, the
brunette turned toward his soon-to-be lover and allowed Katsuya to drink his fill.

It was times like these that Seto would become uncharacteristically self-conscious. He knew he had a great body, tons of people told him
so. It was the fact that he only cared about Katsuya's opinion that made him shift from foot to foot.

Under his beloved's lust-filled gaze, the shyness faded quicker than it came, and desire flushed through Seto once more. Walking
seductively back to the bed, hips swaying tauntingly, he leaned down to share a consensual kiss. Neither tried to dominate nor fight, they
simply pressed lips against each other; -- a kiss of devious innocence -- with a little tongue. Seto couldn't resist; Katsuya just
tasted so intoxicating.

While he kept the blonde's mouth occupied, Seto's hands were definitely ~not~ idle. They traveled down shoulders, arms, and back
to finally land on the golden-eyed boy's fleshy cheeks once again. Using his new position to his advantage, Seto pulled their hips
together, grinding them once they had made contact. Both boys released a moan at the friction their cocks were placed under.

"Where's the key, Pup?" Seto panted out in between breaths. He needed to know before the Katsuya-induced haze completely took over his
mind. He had plans to attend to. Luckily, Seto didn't have to elaborate as Katsuya knew what keys he was talking about.

"On the…nng…dresser."

"Good." It was all Seto needed to know because if he had his way, in a few minutes Katsuya would be a boneless heap of dead weight.
Fluttering kisses were placed on the blonde's skin, a tongue occasionally flicking out between parted lips to taste the salty
sweat. Seto paused when he reached the teen's navel, but did not dwell on the indention for long. His destination was his lover's
stiff member that was begging for attention.

The brunette eyed the leaking organ, inhaling a deep breath of its sexual scent. He was getting high on the euphoric stimulation. Seto's
mouth closed around the head of the weeping member, drawing a low moan from the owner. All inhibitions broke at the sound.

Seto's cheeks hollowed as he created a vacuum-like motion with his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down Katsuya's shaft, briefly
stopping at the tip to delve his tongue into the slit in order to taste his lover's essence. When he dipped his head to deep-throat
Katsuya, Seto scraped his teeth along the sensitive underside. His pace quickened as Katsuya's cries became louder. One hand
remained on Katsuya's hips just to make sure the other boy would not try to thrust too deeply into his mouth while the other traced the
crease between the blonde's pelvis and inner thigh, causing shudders when the nerve endings were fired. The hand then fondled Katsuya's
heavy sacs, rolling them gently with his fingers. When they began to tighten, Seto made his way to the final destination that would cause
the orgasm that would blow Katsuya's mind. Seto began rubbing the stretch of skin between Katsuya's scrotum and anus with his knuckle,
massaging first clockwise and then counterclockwise with alternating pressure.

Above him, Katsuya began chanting his name in a breathless reverie, unable to create a coherent thought while in this state of mind.
Knowing the other was near his peak, Seto released the shaft and suckled on the very tip. At the same time, the brunette applied a
little more pressure to the nerves of Katsuya's perineum. It was top much for the blonde and he came in hot spurts of milky substance that
Seto willingly lapped up. His lover's essence crossed between tasting ridiculously sweet and a metallic spiciness.

Cleaning the flaccid member, Seto glanced up at his partner and almost laughed. Katsuya's eyes were unfocused and the handcuffs were
supporting his entire weight. Seto retrieved the key from the dresser and unlocked the restraints. He had to support his puppy's body as he
seemed unable to perform the task himself. The CEO brought the wrists to his mouth and sympathetically licking the area where the metal
chaffed and then moved the blonde to the bed.

As Seto positioned Katsuya face down on the bed, the blonde remained limp and unresponsive. He roused only when the brunette placed open-
mouthed kisses along his spine, taking the time to lick off the sheen of sweat coating his lover's back.

"Se-to." Ice blue eyes looked up into still-bleary amber ones that were peering at him over Katsuya's shoulder. "That was…amazing. I
never knew you had that kind of talent."

Seto smirked, "You haven't seen all of it just yet, Pup. There's still more to come." He lowered his head and traced the contour of
Katsuya's butt cheek with his tongue; the cleft received much attention. Seto used his hands to spread the globes apart to reveal
his lover's puckered entrance. With his lips the teen traced the outline Katsuya's opening before suddenly thrusting his tongue into
the small orifice. The blond gave a high, whining noise as Seto's tongue continued to penetrate and retreat. Eventually he pulled back
and continued to map Katsuya's ass with greedy mouth, tongue, and lips. He nipped at the sensitive skin on the back of the blonde's
right thigh, creating a small mark of possession.

When he knew the other was hot and bothered again, the brunette stopped his drawing of indiscernible shapes on the blonde's backside
in order to search for the lube he knew that he had stashed in his nightstand. It also gave the blonde an unobstructed view of the CEO's
firm ass. Seto felt the other's fingers dance around his milky white skin similar to the action his tongue had performed on the blonde.

"Kami, I love your ass."

"You can kiss is anytime, you know." Katsuya's reply was simply to allow his lips to brush over each cheek. Seto chuckled as he rummaged
for the bottle. "You give a whole new meaning to `kiss my ass'."

"I know. So, who's going to top, Seto-chan?" Katsuya purred seductively. A tingle of anticipation ran down Seto's back, from the
question and not from the fact that the blonde's hand had found its way to his posterior and was groping it affectionately.

He looked at Katsuya out of the corner of his eye and smirked at him. "You."

"But Seto-"

Seto was ready for the whining and he cut the other off before it could start. "Well, you're already down there, so why not?"

Katsuya stared at him. "That is the stupidest reason to be uke that I have ever heard. All your blood must have traveled south, if you
can't even think of a better one than that."

"Or I just really can't wait to throw you on your back and have my way with you."

That drew a laugh from the other boy. "Fine, we'll compromise. I'll bottom this time as long as next time I take the top. Deal?"

"Deal."

Katsuya grinned as he flipped over onto his back, spreading his legs, and tilting his hips up so that his entrance was in full view. "Then
come and get it."

Something about the come-hither look on the blonde's face and the sensual, yet vulnerable pose made fire burn in Seto's already aching
groin. Finding what he needed, Seto quickly crawled on the bed and positioned himself between Katsuya's spread legs. Reaching up, the
brunette engaged the other in a sensual kiss, tracing the slit between his lips and slipping his tongue in when they parted.
He leisurely explored the blonde's mouth, before Katsuya suckled on the tip of his tongue, a move that always made Seto moan. Katsuya
then followed Seto's tongue back into the blue-eyed boy's mouth and mirrored his tour. The blonde drew Seto's lower lip into his mouth
and lapped at the small crevice between the lip and chin, before he returned to dueling for possession of the kiss with Seto.

Seto popped open the lube and coated his hand with the cool substance. He coated his straining erection first before using the
remainder to slick his fingers. Katsuya trembled in anticipation when a slender finger began to penetrate his entrance. The digit was able
to thrust in and out fully within seconds. It was followed by another, which quickly became three. A small hiss of pain came from
Katsuya as the fingers probed and stretched his tight opening, their owner impatiently waiting to be sheathed in the tight heat.

When a particularly harsh jab caused a choked gasp of pain and clenched eyes, Seto placed kisses of reassurance along the other's
neck, continually returning to nip or suck at the juncture between neck and shoulder. Seto knew he'd found the spot he was looking for
when Katsuya's entire body gave a large jolt and he screamed in pleasure. Deeming the smaller teen ready, Seto withdrew his fingers
and positioned himself at Katsuya's entrance, the head of his cock barely touching it. With deliberate slowness, Seto pushed the head
past the tight ring of muscles surrounding Katsuya's opening. He paused just inside, afraid to continue into the heat, in case he
snapped and lost control. His member was already twitching in anticipation.

A low moan was all Seto heard before Katsuya rocked back harshly, burying the brunette's penis deep in his ass. Seto barely hear the
scream of pain and titillation over the beating of his heart in his eardrums. Slowly at first so as not to cause any more pain, Seto
pulled out halfway and reentered. It became too much, as Katsuya groaned and pushed his hips up in a silent request for Seto to move.
Using the tempo of his thumping heartbeat, Seto pulled out until only the tip remained and slammed back in. Soon enough, he was pounding
into the lithe body writhing beneath him, shifting in his thrusts enough to brush directly against Katsuya's prostrate.

The mattress creaked and the bed rocked as the two teens increased their pace. Pleasure streamed through each body at the other's
whisper touch, the gripping of inner muscles around engorged flesh, kisses shared every so often. Begging notes
of `more', `harder', `faster' pierced the otherwise silent atmosphere.

Seto could feel his climax approaching, heat pooling in his stomach and through his cock. Instinctively, he reached between their sweat-
slicked bodies to grasp the blonde's throbbing member. Sliding his fingers down the shaft, Seto gripped the base, effectively halting
the other's impending orgasm as his own came crashing down on him in waves. He released deep inside Katsuya's tunnel, coating the walls
with his seed. He barely caught himself before he collapsed on the whimpering blonde.

When Seto finally returned to his senses from the euphoric high, Katsuya was squirming beneath him and cursing him with all forms of
torture that included castration in their routine. The friction caused by the shifting blonde reawakened Seto's waning cock, which
was highly sensitive after his climax. It pulled a soft moan from the brunette and Katsuya immediately froze. Seto could practically feel
the grin that descended upon the other's face, even though it was turned away. Katsuya's hips grinded against him, causing Seto's eyes
to roll back and a noise deep in his throat to rumble out.

"Are you purring, Dragon?" Katsuya asked innocently, squeezing his butt cheeks to create more tension on Seto's hardening shaft.

In one quick motion, Seto pulled out of Katsuya's irresistible body and flipped them over so Katsuya was sitting on his stomach,
dangerously close to his now stiff cock. Seto drew the blonde into another deep kiss that left both of them panting at the end.

"I should really kill you for the stunt you just pulled." Katsuya panted in half-hearted anger, a pout forming on his bruised and
swollen lips.

"Why? You get to be on top this time, don't you?" Seto smirked when Katsuya snarled at him. Even in the throes of love making, Seto
couldn't resist from ruffling the other. He couldn't help it. His puppy looked so sexy when angered, eyes flashing a darker color,
filled with energy and lust. He couldn't get enough of it.

In a fit of resentment, Katsuya lifted his hips and sat down hard on Seto's awaiting shaft, causing both boys to arch and moan. Seto's
hands found their way to the blonde's waist, helping the other boy establish his rhythm as Katsuya practically bounced on top of him,
before they fell back helpless beneath Katsuya's expert skill. Both lovers' climaxes built quickly, until they were slamming together,
trying to become one. As Seto watched through dilated eyes, Katsuya began stroking his rock hard member, fingers dancing over the head
before creating a ring with his forefinger and thumb and pumping the straining cock. His other hand had found one of Seto's and
intertwined their fingers.

Shifting a little bit, Katsuya suddenly threw his head back and uttered the loudest scream Seto had ever heard. Not wasting the
opportunity, Seto thrust at the same spot repeatedly, causing more screams and moans to be ripped from his puppy's mouth. The
stimulation was enough for the blonde, his back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as the sticky white seed burst
from his body and coated Seto's stomach and chest as Katsuya's inner muscles clamped down on the brunette's intruding member.

Seto's own climax was triggered at the sight of Katsuya's golden-brown eyes open wide but unseeing, his back arched sharply, strands
of silken hair plastered to his sweat-soaked face. Seto thrust as deep as Katsuya's tightening body would allow and spilled his semen
for the second time in his puppy's body, marking the blonde as his finally.

Katsuya collapsed on top of the brunette and the two of them basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. When his lover had noticeably
relaxed, Seto withdrew his limp member from the blonde's body. Neither moved from their positions as they tried to catch their
breath and return their racing heartbeats to normal. Seto was the first to speak, after navigating Katsuya's heavy weight from his
chest to his side. "Mokuba was right."

The blonde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before asking in a hoarse voice, "He was right about what?"

"You…and me." Seto sighed and lifted his hands to Katsuya's lower back, lightly stroking the skin and kneading the muscles in hopes of
relieving some of the pain that he knew would plague the blonde later. "I used to go through lovers almost every week, using people
just for a quick fuck. I don't know how I managed it, just being with someone on the basis of having sex. No feelings. My perspective was
that I didn't need anyone as long as I was able to get off. That changed that day you attacked me.

"That also was the day my view of the world and the people in it started to change, even though I didn't realize it at the time. Do
you remember the day when we almost went all the way and Mokuba walked in on us?"

Katsuya nodded, opting to remain silent as Seto jumped from one train of thought to another in his haste to say all that he wanted to
say. "Mokuba and I had a long discussion that night. He told me that I needed to reevaluate our relationship, see it as what it was and
not as another sexual-partnership. At the time, I scoffed at his words and ignored them. What could my twelve-year-old brother tell me
about relationships that I didn't know already? But then the incident happened…"

Seto trailed off, and Katsuya waited patiently for him to continue. "That first night in the hospital, when you were lying
there looking so pale and vulnerable, like a simple touch could break you, my heart almost stopped. It was the first time I ever felt like
that. I had another long talk with Mokuba the next afternoon before I came to see you. That was really when everything started changing. It
was like I had my own little world with you, a place where no one could touch us when we were together, but that world also interacted
with other ones and we had separate spaces splitting off from the original universe. We were one, but we were also separate."

Seto paused, contemplating how to convey what exactly he was trying to say. "I don't know how much sense that makes, but I do know one
thing. I have been a fool and a coward for the last few weeks, centering all my focus on me and my needs instead of you, like I
should have. Maybe I was scared to admit that maybe, just maybe, emotions and feelings were not weaknesses, but rather strengths to be
used in the right situations. I was a coward because I ran away from those feelings, kept them locked away inside, away from you. I'm
surprised you've stuck around for so long in this relationship. Even though you had your doubts, those were mainly directed at yourself
and whether you actually measured up to being my boyfriend or my lover. I think – hold on, let me get something."

Seto moved to the edge of the bed, Katsuya letting him go as he did so. He rummaged through the bottom drawer of his nightstand, looking
intently for what he wanted. Finding it, Seto turned back to Katsuya, revealing a card locket. "This is probably as sappy and romantic as
you will ever get me so take what you get. I have feelings for you, Katsuya. Deep, meaningful feelings; ones I hope will extend into the
future for an indeterminable amount of time. This is physical manifestation of those feelings.

The brunette handed the locket to Katsuya and allowed him to open it up, and retrieved its duplicate as he did so. A gasp rose from the
other teen as his golden-brown eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears. On one side of the inside cover was a picture of Seto himself
in his reading glasses and a coy smile playing on his lips. On the other side was a picture of all three of them – Seto, Mokuba, and
Katsuya – captured perfectly during a play date at the park. All three of their faces were set in happy expressions.

Seto showed the blonde the addition to his locket. Beside the picture of a young Mokuba was a picture of Katsuya himself. The teen was
obviously just waking up, as his golden-blonde hair was mussed in the just-woke-up way and his amber eyes were barely peeking out between
the slits of his lash-fringed eyelids.

"I'm not saying `I love you' just yet or anything, even though there is high probability that I do. Mokuba and I have talked this over and
I was waiting for the right time to ask you, but I think now is as good as one as ever. We think it's time that you became a part of the
family." Seto suddenly smirked, "An official Kaiba. With that locket, the world will know that you are mine as much as I am yours."

Seto suddenly had an armful of blonde puppy, and kisses being reigned down on his face. "I would love to be a part of your family, Seto.
This is the greatest gift that you could ever give me."

"I'd hoped that you would like it." Seto reached up to pull Katsuya into a chaste kiss, but paused before their lips met. Both boys had
been reminded of the sticky substance that had cooled on their bodies while they talked. Chuckling, Seto reached for his previously
discarded shirt to help wipe the cum off their chests, unwilling to leave his comfortable position to shower or even clean himself
properly. When they were clean, Seto planted a soft kiss on Katsuya's lips before nuzzling the blonde's damp hair. Just as Katsuya was
about to drift off to sleep, Seto spoke once more. "Just don't ever mention this moment to anyone else."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Katsuya replied drowsily. "I don't want to share this side of you with anyone else."

Satisfied with the answer, Seto drifted off to sleep with his puppy happily snuggled in his arms.

-OWARI-

A/N: This is a late shout-out to Kaiba Seto on October 25: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Okay, my little rant is done. I hope you have enjoyed the fic (it's the first one I've posted on this site) and have a nice day.

~ Sprinkles