This Is Planet Earth

Title: This Is Planet Earth
Author: Mishiko Shinsei
Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Jou/Seto, Seth/Jou, Seth/Jou/Seto; mentions of
Yami/Mokuba and others
Beta: Daisey AKA Puppyuke
Spoilers: Nada

Paradise.

That's where he lived, in paradise.

Specifically, his place of abode rested on Paradise Lane in the Heavenly City of Cloud Nine Prefecture in the country of Bliss on the planet of Nirvana.

To describe himself as `happy' was to do a disservice to the pure, unadulterated joy he felt everyday of his life.

And what made him feel like the luckiest human to ever exist? A matched set of twin Dragons at his beck and call.

Yami had urged him for years to get his beloved dragon Seto to accept the spirit within the rod, saying something about `destiny' and `shadow magic' and `closure', as well as some other stuff that, honestly, had gone right over his head. Had Yami simply told him that he'd be deeply in love with and would be able to fuck two incredibly hot blue-eyed sex gods every night and that their combined shadow magic would give them superhuman stamina, he'd have forced the issue from day one!

Then again, since Yami had been just as shocked as the rest of them when Seth had materialized whole from the rod instead of as a spirit after Seto had finally given in to his and Yami's urgings, he knew why the pharaoh hadn't mentioned that lovely little drawback.

`Beloved?' The insistent mind-voice of said spirit intruded on his positive reflections.

`Or this other fabulous drawback,' he thought to himself before responding.

`I'm here, Dragon, he replied in an equally firm mind-voice.

`Where's here?' His other beloved dragon inquired. `You were supposed to be home an hour ago.'

Jou looked at his watch and yelped to himself. He'd been wandering around Heavenly City Park for hours, basking in the warm sun of a lovely spring day.

`Not Heavenly City Park, Domino City Park,' he snickered to himself as he turned to head to the exquisite mansion that had been his home for the past five years, Seth having joined him, Mokuba, Yami and
Seto a year and a half ago.

Yes, `joined' was just the right word for it.

It had been very awkward at first. Seth had been distrustful and clueless about their world, and Seto had been downright hostile to the taller man, whom he'd deemed an intruder to his space. Even with Mokuba, Yami and Jou running interference, the two of them would
nearly come to blows several times a day. The rod granted Seth the ability to speak and understand Japanese and every other language Seto and they knew, but it did not give him any tact or restraint to
go along with his wielding of them. And he did `wield' them like a sword with Seto on many, many occasions.

Jou remembered the time in Seto's home office where he and the others had witnessed a battle of wits and words so swift and involving at least five other languages that he, Yami and Mokuba had had to leave and tend to their own throbbing headaches. He laughed to himself,
recalling that Seto and Seth had continued arguing for another four hours that day.

The other early drawback had been that Seto stopped letting Jou touch him - something about `not with a stranger in the house.' Jou had pointed out that Seth being there hadn't bothered Mokuba and Yami. Seto had reminded the blonde that Mokuba and Yami were also
not `bothered' by such petty concerns like Mokuba's college roommate, cars speeding by while they were pulled over to the side of the road or Seto's board meeting in the next room. Jou had had to concede
defeat.

At some later point, the screaming arguments had just…stopped. In fact, his dragons had ceased speaking to each other at all. They'd also started going out of their way to avoid each other. A very tense month went by, accented by one small bright spot; Seto had allowed
Jou to touch him again.

In fact, Seto had done more than that; he'd become nearly insatiable. No matter how many nights Jou spent pounding his beloved into their firm, custom king-sized mattress, Seto would arrange for a limo to pick him up from the school at lunchtime for some `afternoon
delight', and then again at around 5:30 pm for an `evening snack'. Jou didn't really mind, though he'd wondered about his seemingly endless stamina, and he had worried if such constant sexual activity would ultimately hurt his beloved uke.

And then there'd been that other pressing matter which he'd successfully hidden from Seto for months; he'd fallen in love with Seth.

He hadn't meant to develop any feelings for the `shade made flesh' who'd dropped into their lives, but when Seto had emotionally withdrawn from Jou, refusing to show emotions anywhere in Seth's vicinity, and had started spending more time at the office to get
away from Seth, Jou had found himself gravitating to the usually stoic former High Priest. They'd talked and shared space and time alone together or with Yami and Mokuba, and he'd found himself heavily attracted to the bronzed sex god for completely different reasons than what attracted him to his porcelain-skinned uke.

Although Seth was as arrogant, brilliant and powerful a personality as Seto, those were not the things that had initially attracted Jou. It had been the darker brunette's ability to calm him with a warm smile and a cup of hot tea when he'd had a horrific day with the high school principal, or after teaching Domino City's `finest'. Or, when Seth would somehow know the right thing to say to keep Jou from ripping out Seto's throat over a callous remark or action. And then there was Seth's willingness to join him and his friends for dinner or drinks or a random game of miniature golf and have fun with all of them.

Add that to the qualities that he shared with Seto, and Jou had found himself smitten in short order. Plus, there'd been that other matter which Jou had reluctantly found himself taken with…

Seth was a complete seme. Everything about him screamed it. With Seto, Jou knew that his only area of control in their lives was in the bedroom. With Seth, he knew that the Egyptian feigned acquiescence, but nothing was ever out of his control. Jou knew that Seth would dominate any sexual aspect of a relationship, which Jou
somehow found alluring, even though he'd never been submissive in that way. He'd done his best to suppress his feelings around Seth once he'd realized them, and thought he'd been successful, until that fateful Saturday afternoon.

He and Seth had been the only ones home. Seto had been at work, and Mokuba and Yami had been on a weekend getaway with Yugi, Otogi, Anzu and Mai. Jou had decided to take it easy and lounge around the house until Seto got home. His love had still been avoiding anything sexual at that time, and Jou had been forced to take matters into his own hands more than he'd like to admit. After all, it wasn't like he and Seto had been monks before he'd cut Jou off, but his sexual needs
weren't the only things being neglected.

Jou was an affection junkie. A little touch here, a hug there, a warm embrace or casual caress to show you care… all of those things were precious to him. Seto, in his single-minded quest to not show any emotion in front of someone he'd deemed a stranger, had been starving him. And that day Seth had filled his needs, all of his needs, even his previously unknown need to be dominated.

The darker brunette had surprised him in the kitchen, backing him against the refrigerator and kissing him soundly. Jou had tried to resist, had pulled away from those soft, delicious lips and had weakly protested, but Seth would have none of that. He'd subdued Jou
with another hot kiss and had steered him up to the blue and silver work of art that was his bedroom. Seth's room had looked surprisingly like Seto's from before Jou had moved in, when they'd modified his
master bedroom to include colors from both of their dragons. Not that Jou had focused too much on interior decorating at the time.

Seth's dominating kisses and light, feathery touches all over his body had stolen most of his will fairly quickly.

An impassioned, "I love you too, Suya," had stolen the rest.

Jou shivered in remembrance of the first time he'd felt Seth's lips around his cock; pure bliss. Tasting Seth's for the first time had been even more heavenly. Though, even that paled in comparison with the first time Seth had taken him.

The much taller brunette had lovingly prepared him, expertly keeping him just this side of release as he'd stretched the blonde's virgin entrance. By the time Seth had started sliding three fingers easily in and out of the tight passage, Jou had been panting and shaking with desire, begging the other to take him. That first slow slide of Seth's cock into his waiting passage had sent a stampede of sensations and emotions through him.

As the seme had continued his lovemaking, striking that sensitive cluster of nerves inside with unbelievable accuracy, Jou found himself clinging almost desperately to the hot body above him. Gods! It had felt so good! He'd wrapped his legs and arms around the powerful frame and had ridden out one his most intense orgasms ever, moments before Seth had erupted into his spasming passage.

`Katz?' His CEO dragon mentally prodded, bringing him back to current reality again.

`Sorry, Set', Dragon,' he replied, standing awkwardly from the bench where he'd taken refuge to relive one of the best moments in his life. `I'm on my way now. I was just enjoying the sun and pleasant memories.'

`Well, get here quickly! ' Seto admonished lightly.

`Yes, Beloved, we've missed you,' Seth followed.

Making his way quickly back to the house in response, he recalled the day he'd found out why Seto and Seth had stopped fighting.

It had been several weeks after his and Seth's sexual encounter. Though Jou had loved Seth dearly at that time, he couldn't reconcile having cheated on Seto, so he'd kept Seth at arm's length. He'd decided that he'd just learn to deal with Seto's lack of affection
and hope that his love would eventually relent.

One Sunday, Joe had skipped out early on his usual brunch with his friends. It had been too painful to watch his paired-up comrades cuddling and kissing and just sharing basic affections when he'd been denied any by his first love and had to refuse it from his second. So he'd given an excuse that Seto wanted him home to help with a game walk through, and left the game shop.

He'd arrived at the mansion to hear Seto and Seth screaming bloody murder in Seto's home office. Sighing at the thought of having to break them up yet again, he'd slowly headed toward the open door to the far right of the second landing of the main staircase. Hearing a crash and then a loud thump, he'd moved a lot quicker up the stairs, careful not to slip on the marble in his socks.

Stopping in the doorway, he'd caught a surprising sight; Seth had Seto shoved into a corner by the collar and had been kissing the daylights out of him. Jou had watched in awe as Seto's hands had gone from hanging limply at his side to clutching Seth's shoulders. Jou
had quietly slipped away, not sure what to make of such a revelation.

A few days later Seto and Seth had actively begun avoiding each other, and Seto had `come back' to Jou as an insatiable sex machine.

The blonde smiled to himself as he then recalled the day that they'd all finally come together.

Jou had skipped out early on another Sunday brunch, citing fatigue. He'd had a particularly brutal week at work, culminating in Saturday's late-night session of grading papers for the early Sunday morning reaming by his sadistic principal. By the time he'd gotten to
brunch, he'd been so mentally and emotionally exhausted and beat down that he could barely eat. Actually, his friends had sent him home after noticing his distress.

He'd stumbled into the front door and was heading up to his and Seto's nice, soft, roomy bed when he heard Seto and Seth's voices in Seth's room. Quietly, he'd tip-toed down the hall so he could hear what they were saying, thankful for Seto's obsession with the
squeaking floorboards which had incited him to replace them with marble one year. Once he'd gotten closer to the slightly ajar door, he'd been able to hear distinct kisses between some of their words.

"Seto, please," Seth had whispered, Jou catching the kiss that had followed when he'd peeked through the opening.

For some reason, Seth had manifested his High Priest's garb, complete with obnoxiously large headdress and millenuim rod. Seto stood in the other's arms, wearing a blue collared shirt and pants, and one of his purple trench coats.

"I can't, Dragon," Seto had murmured after the kiss. "Not without talking to Katsuya."

Jou had felt even worse for cheating then, but all would not be lost.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind, Set," Seth had purred, capturing Seto's lips in a heated kiss again.

Jou had seen the opportunity presenting itself, and dove right in. He'd slowly opened the door to two sets of dragon's eyes glaring at him before shock covered their faces.

"No, I wouldn't," Jou had interjected into the ensuing silence.

"What?" Seto had been the first to recover, slipping from Seth's embrace, face frowning in inquiry.

"I said I wouldn't mind," Jou had declared, stepping forward and claiming first Seto's and then Seth's lips in possessively heated kisses.

They'd thoroughly worn each other out on Seth's bed for the rest of that day and night.

Finally home, he walked up the front steps of his paradise on earth, and smiled to see the two he loved most in the world waiting for him.

-Fin-