Sweet notes: Two birds with one boulder or stone no boulder. -_^ and damnit, this happens every time I get given objects to work with! Last time someone told me to write something involving a jar of honey and the main character was committing suicide! What the fuck is wrong with me and objects!!?!?!
Warnings: NC-17, one-shot, lemon, Seto/Jou.
Disclaimer: I dont own the characters. -_- *tear*
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Samui Ni Yuki. (Cold in the Snow.)
~By Sweetdeily.
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Five years ago they had lost sight of each other. It had been snowing then, too. The snow was heavy, underscored with the soft hum of rain droplets. The lake was in full orchestra; couples and brightly dressed families skated around its glassy surface in gleeful bliss. They had about three hours before the storm broke out in full, and then it would be wet and miserable. Like it had been five years ago.
He remembered the icy feeling in his heart, the feeling that just seemed to explode and burst all over him- as though he couldnt breathe- when he had gotten the letter.
A dinner party. A semi-formal freaking Christmas dinner party. Tuxedos and dates and champagne and all that implied. Who the hell still did that?
Obviously /Him/.
Jounouchi sighed; his hot breathe escaping in a puff and curling of fog. Five long years. How had he managed to go this long without seeing Him and still being in the same city?
He closed his russet eyes slowly- it was painful to watch the happy couples skating on the lake- painful because he knew the reason why they hadnt seen each other in so long.
Seto hadnt been in the country for a while. He was always away whenever these occasions turned up. These occasions meaning festive events. Festive events meaning Christmas.
Christmas. So very cold; so very terrifying for him.
He forced his eyes open and stepped back, forcing his head to stop looking at the couples dancing on the lake.
I thought I might find you here. A deep voice purred out to him. The wind stole some of the words but Jounouchi connected the sounds together.
He turned, not entirely surprised to see the tall man standing in front of him.
They had aged.
Both of them.
Jou had filled out a little; his hair had softened and grown a little more chaotic.
Seto looked worn thin and his narrow cobalt eyes had narrowed, he now wore his glasses all the time.
And so you did. Jounouchi answered. He was cold and hot, looking up at Setos intimidating form. The blonde pulled his jacket tighter about himself.
Do you skate? Seto asked.
I thought you would know the answer to that. He answered.
Seto didnt take the bait and held up a pair of skates.
Jounouchi stood there for a while, wondering if he should take them. Seto was quiet, not moving or making any other sound.
A minute passed. Jounouchi took the skates with one hand, hoping that his shaking wasnt that obvious.
Seto didnt jump him; he merely waited until Jounouchi had the boots and relaxed his hand, like it hadnt been a strain on his arm to hold the skates up there that long.
My si- Jounouchi started. It was a stupid question my size?- As if Seto didnt know the answer. It was a question he could have asked anyone else and gotten a shrug in response. But not Seto Kaiba.
Size six; the left one a half centimeter bigger. Blue; your favourite color. The green streaks are for good luck. Youre a little shaky when you fir- He stopped speaking, realizing that Jounouchi had stepped away, like a frightened rabbit. Seto swallowed. Uh nevermind.
Jounouchi looked at the skates, bringing them closer to his body so he could get a better hold on them. Yeah.
Seto stepped back, slowly, cautiously and indicated the bench behind them. It was frosted over with ice, but they were both wearing heavy jackets and scarves. Jounouchi was better rugged up than Seto was. He was wearing wool and polo fleece under his jacket.
Cautiously- as though afraid Seto would bite him- Jounouchi walked to the bench and sat down. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though he were more concerned about looking relaxed and at ease then actually /being/ relaxed.
Seto sat on the bench too, and Jounouchi paused, watching the brunette with one eye for a few moments before he realized that Seto was just putting his skates on.
Just putting his skates on. That was all.
Jounouchi swallowed and continued the task of undoing his laces and changing his joggers over for the skates. They fit perfectly. Just as anything Seto had ever given him would fit perfectly.
Something touched his arm and he flinched. Jounouchi shivered, his whole body jumping backward.
Nothing moved for a moment and the blonde blinked some snow flakes out of his eyes, looking at what had assaulted him. Setos fingertips hung gently in the place Jounouchi had been.
They didnt say anything. Seto slowly lowered his hand. I was just-
Yeah. Jounouchi cut him short.
They both swallowed. It should have been funny.
It wasnt.
I wanted to-
Yeah. Jounouchi stood, a little shakily. He shoved his joggers into each of his pockets, ignoring the hand Seto offered him. They stumbled down the ramp onto the ice below.
It was late evening, about five oclock; the moon was already full and heavy with her pregnancy in the sky. The stars glittering like tiny jewels on black velvet. A dress that the moon could wrap around her shoulders. It was winter, and the sun died early in winter.
Jou Setos deep voice caught the blondes attention.
Jounouchi had been sliding gently over the ice, getting the feel of the new skates while he looked up at the sky. That voice brought his attention earthward.
Seto was slowly sliding after him, a hand gently extended.
They circled each other effortlessly. Jounouchi seemed the shy commoner boy to Setos million dollar charms and graces.
Five years ago, that had been the case. It wasnt shyness that made him hesitate this time. It was fear; terrible, terrible fear that made Jounouchi breathe in quick puffs of air; that made his heart freeze up; his body refuse to move.
He carefully took Seto Kaibas hand. The brunette slowly drew Jounouchi toward his body, aware of how easily it would be to break this tiny amount of trust.
They skated in lazy laps around the lake, joining the other lovers and families out that night. As though they could somehow share in all that joy and happiness.
Deck the Halls was being played by the little band that provided the attraction to the ice-skating on the lake and Jounouchi finally relaxed a little and allowed Seto to draw him just a little bit closer.
It wasnt like their feelings werent mutual.
Mutual on at least one level. But Jounouchi didnt think he could possibly feel for someone as deeply as Seto felt for him.
As deeply and as darkly as Seto felt.
The snow was getting heavier and thicker, chilling the skaters to the bone.
They skated slowly closer, until, as they did a particularly enjoyable spin, it finally occurred to Jounouchi that Setos hand was around his waist.
The blondes throat went dry and he swallowed hard, darting a quick glance up at Setos face. Seto was looking at him, his dark eyes soft and a gentle, if not reassuring smile, on his face.
Jounouchi was hyperventilating. He separated from Setos grasp and skated on a little while, finally stumbling off the ice and into a bit of a snow drift. He sat down, closing his eyes and looking up to the sky.
The storm was getting worse. How long had they been skating? Jounouchi swallowed down his panic. He could do this. He could oh God, but seeing Seto like this.
Jounouchi, its almost time to prepare for the party. Setos voice purred.
Jounouchi pressed his shaking hands to his face. He couldnt do this. He just couldnt. It was too goddamn painful.
I have a sleigh. Seto tried. He sounded almost desperate.
The blonde forced himself to keep it together. To keep it all together. They were in public. In public for Heavens sake! Seto wouldnt do it again. Not in public.
The whole night was public. All public. All safe.
Not private. No. it wasnt a private ice-skating lesson like it had been before. No. It wasnt the same. None of it.
Jounouchi forced his breathing to slow and sat up slowly.
Seto offered him a hand.
It made sense. It all made that stupid logical kind of sense that Setos mind always fucking made. It was hard to get up in skates, so he was offering Jounouchi a hand up.
Jounouchi didnt want to be stubborn. Not about this. So he took the hand.
There was so much else to be stubborn about.
Seto pulled him up quite suddenly and they almost both toppled. He ended up pressed to the brunettes chest, they were both breathing fog heavily, clutching at the other.
Jounouchi couldnt breathe. He couldnt do this. He just couldnt.
Please Seto whispered in his ear.
Jounouchi was shaking. He pulled away and skated quickly across the ice, to the ramp.
Jounouchi! Seto called out behind him.
He clambered up the ramp as quickly as he dared and dashed to the bench, sitting and hurriedly pulling the skates off.
Was he crying? No. Just shaking, shaking so badly he couldnt undo the laces.
Jounouchi trembled and grunted in agony, putting his foot down and resting his head on his shaking hands, elbows on his knees.
Jou? Seto asked. His breathing was hard; he must have run to keep up. Of course he would keep up.
The blonde shook his head. Im sorry. I c-cant do this.
Weight settled onto the bench. But my calculations-
Damn your fucking calculations! Not everything works the way you expect it too! You think I can honestly handle this shit? You think Im not completely spazzing out? FIVE YEARS KAIBA! Jounouchis shaking voice rose to a yell and a few people walking by looked at him, looked at Kaiba, and kept walking.
Kaiba was silent.
Jounouchi found he wasnt shaking any more. Damn CEO. Damn him to hell! You thought that was the exact time itd take me to get over it? Did you? Well guess what? You calculated wrong! I He stumbled, his words failing him.
He what? He wasnt okay thats what. He couldnt handle it no. No. The point was Kaiba couldnt be right about fucking everything. That was the point!
They were silent for a long time; it was getting colder and colder. There was a gasp from the lake below as one of the band lost his violin to the blowing gale and the players decided to call it quits. The snow was blowing noisily now and Jounouchi had trouble seeing across the street. Some storm it was going to be. Button down the hatches and rug up; his father would say.
Jounouchi tore the skates off and began putting his joggers back on. So wheres this fucking sleigh?
The blonde was startled by Setos sudden movement as the brunette turned.
Even though Jounouchi flinched and drew back, he could see tears on Kaibas cheeks.
The brunette was staring at Jounouchi with wide, tear-stained lashes. Uh-
Jounouchi shoved his skates at the CEO. I may be stupid sometimes. But Im not going to pass up the chance to ride in a sleigh for the first time.
Kaiba glanced at the skates. Theyre yours He said dazedly.
Jounouchi felt that cold feeling settle over him again. He swallowed and let his hand drop, being careful not to let the blades cut him. I-
Im- Seto started.
Jounouchi stood up. Well? Are we going? He demanded.
Why was he going through with this? He couldnt he just couldnt handle this.
Seto wiped his tears away, cobalt eyes relaxing for a moment. He stood slowly and almost toppled. He was still wearing his skates. The wind had picked up and there was no balancing on the slim metal bars. The CEO was dumped back on the bench, hard.
The blonde waited while Seto took his skates off and put his business shoes back on. Follow me.
Jounouchi nodded.
They walked down to the corner of the street. Seto leading the way across the now very treacherous road. The rain was starting too, and Jounouchi felt the cold water more than the icy. The ice at least- was mostly stopped by its size from sliding under his clothing. The rain was not perturbed by such things.
They reached the sleigh. A beautiful, enclosed carriage with actual deer attached to harnesses, ready to pull it along the snow-covered streets. The driver was in the black duster-cape and he tipped his massive hat at them as they got into the little carriage, Jounouchi hoping in after Seto.
The carriage had bells on each of its corners, and it jingled loudly as they boarded.
Seto had spared no expense on the sleigh. If you could call it a sleigh, with the covering it had over the top- it was more like a carriage. The inside was plush, and thick with blue cushions and soft white seat-coverings. There was an open bottle of champagne that had been poured into two glasses. Once Jounouchi had seated himself across from Seto, and put the skates down, the brunette offered him a glass.
Jounouchi took the champagne and sipped eagerly at it. It might not have been the smartest or best of moves, but it would relax him, drive these horrible thoughts that plagued him just a little further from his mind.
So what are you doing back? Jounouchi asked after they had started moving.
The sleigh jingled happily in the night, and Jounouchi quickly gave up looking out the window. The world outside was getting progressively more and more white. He liked the color, but not that much. The only punctuation that marred the white was the occasional cars or other sleighs running in the opposite direction. Thunder rumbled overhead and made Jounouchi take another sip of his champagne. It tasted nice and bubbly, like all champagne tasted to him. A little sweeter than he was used to, but hed only been legally allowed to drink for the past two years, so he really hadnt had much champagne.
I couldnt sleep.
Jounouchi raised an eyebrow at that. W-
No. Seto stopped the question and looked out the window.
They didnt want to talk about it. Neither of them. They really didnt want to say anything.
Jounouchi was still so very cold inside he found himself rubbing his chest, like it hurt.
They said you were running the local magazine. The brunette broke after a while. He too, was sipping at his champagne, like he wanted to just skull it down, but didnt want to be improper.
Jounouchi shrugged. Nothing special. Just got lucky.
I see.
They were silent for a long time. You see fucking everything. Jounouchi growled bitterly, curling up in his seat.
Seto didnt rise to the bait. Yet again.
We had a mix up at the office the other day, Jounouchi spoke finally, some idiot sent us a hundred-and-seventy-three pounds of English Plum Pudding instead of the publishing company down the road.
Seto snorted with soft, half-felt laughter.
Jounouchi went on, not looking at the brunette and taking another sip of his alcohol. Ive been eating nothing but pudding all week, and weve still got another two boxes of it in the office.
Seto chuckled a little more this time. You couldnt send it back?
I didnt know about it until one of the staff confirmed that we had a very large supply of pudding for a while. Jounouchi was smiling softly now himself.
The blonde finished his glass and placed it on the little table, in the small intent made for the cup.
The alcohol had given him a soft rosy-warm feeling back in his head. It couldnt seem to make his chest feel any better.
Once we ordered a shipment of electrical wires for the new computer systems, and I got Lego crates. Seven hundred crates of the new Lego packets. I didnt even know Lego had new themes. Seto shared.
They both chuckled softly, but it dissolved almost as soon as it had arrived. The silence between them stretched, until the air was thick with it.
Jounouchi didnt dare look at Seto, he was afraid he would crumble and just demand to be let go that instant. How could he have ever agreed to this?
Then again, the blonde thought bitterly, when had his agreement ever stopped Seto Kaiba from just taking what he wanted? He was shivering, and it wasnt cold inside the sleigh.
Jou Seto began.
Jounouchi dragged his head around, forcing himself to look at the older man. Seto was staring at him again. Jounouchi wished he wouldnt do that. Yeah. The blonde whispered.
I wanted to say-
Yeah. Jounouchi coughed and looked away again. Why did Seto have all those stupid pet-names for him?
The sleigh pulled to a stop amid the mad jingling of bells and the door opened courteously for them.
They had somehow teleported to Setos estate.
Jounouchi shrank back against the opposite wall. He could see the warm torches and heavily lit building, even through the snow storm that was almost about to set out its full wrath on them. But the shouting of music and din of voices still carried over the screaming wind.
The blondes throat was still dry.
Well? Seto asked in a harsh whisper.
Jounouchi darted a glance at the brunette. Seto looked almost as scared as Jounouchi felt. He was probably worried more about appearances. What would people say if the gorgeous Seto Kaiba didnt have a date?
He didnt have to do it. He didnt. Could he? No! No way! No freaking way!
Jounouchi found his legs moving solely of their own accord. He got up, and trembling violently, he stepped out of the sleigh.
Seto came out behind him and the sleigh seemed to rush away into the whiteness. Lost forever in the night.
They were on the pavement. The door was close, open and inviting and it was cold enough to freeze Jounouchis balls off outside.
Seto touched Jounouchis shoulder. The blonde forced himself not to jump away when he flinched and looked at Seto Kaiba.
Please? Kaiba spoke into his ear.
Jounouchi was shaking his head, even though he was taking Setos hand trembling- in his own and stepping forward.
He was cold. That was all. Just cold. Setos hand curled around his, possessive and choking. Jounouchi couldnt handle it he couldnt couldnt breathe. Oh God
ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME- The sudden burst of sound made Jounouchi gasp and jump away from Kaiba. Only to realize that the culprit was not the CEO but a giant holly wreath on the door. It must have been pressure-sensing their approach or something.
The blonde gasped in cold air in a quick draft. He was so jumpy that he was sure something was going to explode sooner or later. Or that Seto Kaiba was going to attack him. But that was warranted fear.
The blonde sighed and wiped his face with his hands. What was he doing here? He was stupid and insane and why was he even entertaining these thoughts?
More thunder roared in the sky and Jounouchi noticed a clash of lightning quickly after it.
Calm down, Jounouchi Seto spoke, so close to the blondes ear that he shivered uncontrollably.
And then they walked through the door. And into the little lobby. All the while Jounouchis brain screaming that he just couldnt be doing this; that this was not happening. He was going to faint from hyperventilating.
Jounouchi was forced to relinquish his scarf, coat and jumper, revealing the black-on-black tuxedo he was wearing beneath his clothing.
A tuxedo and joggers? Seto asked skeptically.
Jounouchi shrugged. I like to be safe.
The quip stung Seto- his face fell- and he turned around. Giving his coat up.
When he turned back, he had composed himself. He offered Jounouchi an arm.
Jounouchi ignored the arm and shoved his hands into his little tuxedo coat-pockets.
They ventured into the ballroom. A massive room, filled to the ceiling with lights and balloons and loud, Christmas carols all in English. A subject Jounouchi hadnt been very good at in school. The room was bustling with little groups of people, many of which quickly diverged on Seto Kaibas presence, as his arrival did not- go unnoticed.
Jounouchi took the opportunity to escape his host and found his way to the buffet tables. The waiter took one look at him and held up a hand, picking up a plate and then single handedly making a selection of all Jounouchis favourite foods. He even got the little bug-in-a-rugs.
Curtsey of Mr. Kaiba. The waiter informed him, offering the plate.
Jounouchi frowned, and took the plate. And what if Kaiba was wrong and Jounouchi hated bug-in-a-rugs? Thank you. He growled out of habit and went to the corner of the room to sit and glower at the CEO from a safe distance away, on a little chair in the far corner, which was probably for the waiters, but he didnt care.
What was he doing here?
Sir? White wine? Someone asked him.
Jounouchi glanced up and found one of the waiters had come out to Jounouchi with a selection of white wines. He thought it was coincidence until he realized that there were no other drink-plates doing the round.
No. Jounouchi hissed.
But its your favourite, isnt it? The man looked confused.
Jounouchi ground his teeth. Damn that man! Damn him to hell! Actually, I like beer. The Blonde lied.
The waiter looked at him in confusion but backed off.
Jounouchi bit savagely into his first bug-in-a-rug and shot a few choice glares through the crowd at Kaiba Seto. Why the hell was he here? Why was he even considering giving Seto a second chance?
No. Not after five years ago.
He could admit that hed liked Seto Kaiba. Maybe even been in love with the man, but that didnt excuse what had been done to him.
There were some lines you just did not cross.
So what had stopped the police call?
Seto Kaiba. Who had begged, and pleaded that he be given a chance to make it up to Katsuya.
And then poof! Four years without even seeing each other.
It had hurt. It had hurt him so deeply that Jounouchi wasnt sure he could even tell what had broken the worst. His heart or his trust in the other man.
He couldnt stand for people to touch him now. Everything was a sexual advance. He slept badly at night and and damn were these gumi-worms good. Fucking CEO.
Jounouchi felt like a fucking dress up doll. You couldnt just waltz back into someones life, still being the exact same person that did /that/ to them, and just and just know fucking everything about him still!
He should have just called a restraining order on the CEO. He should have just said no.
But here he was.
Why? Why? Why?
Because Seto Kaiba was about to run out of time.
He had one day left and then Jounouchi Katsuya could rest at night, knowing that he had won. That Kaiba hadnt managed to conquer him. That he really couldnt be predicted. That not everyone could be controlled by habits and fucking gumi-worms. And that even if Kaiba knew every last detail about Katsuya, it didnt mean a goddamn thing, because he couldnt even figure out how to how to just
Jounouchi searched for the bar and found it at the other side of the ballroom. He stood; little plate of delights in hand and marched over to the bar.
A-
White wine. Gotcha. The bartender caught quickly.
No-
Not your favourite? What about some champagne? The bartender went on.
Jounouchi was frustrated and scared and he really didnt want to be here. Fine! Just fine. Give me the bottle. He growled the last as the bartender was just about to start pouring.
The blonde snatched the bottle and tromped off to the outside balcony.
It was snowing and pissing down rain, but he ignored Mother Natures vain attempts to make him go back inside, and sat down in the rain, taking a deep swig of the champagne and eating his cursed food.
Time passed, in seconds and hours, quickly for the soaked, and shivering and fairly drunk blonde on the balcony. He wasnt disturbed for a long time until the balcony door was opened by someone coming out. By this time his tuxedo was completely ruined and his low tolerance for alcohol had shown itself because he still had a few mouthfuls of sparkling left but he was completely stupidly, drunk. He probably couldnt have stood even if he had of wanted to. Hed finished his little plate long ago and had just opted to relax into the pneumonia that he was slowly catching.
Jou! What the youre completely soaked! Setos concerned voice broke through Jounouchis musings about the blinding rain.
It fucking figured.
I think thats because its raining. Jounouchi yelled. His ears were numb, so he had no idea how loud his voice was.
Shit ah shit. Seto swore. He looked completely distressed.
Didnt fucking predict this did you? Jounouchi asked.
Of course not! I cant believe youre so stupid!
Me? Stupid? Youre the fucking idiot who wasted four years avoiding me, because you couldnt apologize to me! And now you have no time left and youre and youre all out of ideas! So you just gave up? You fucking loser! Jounouchi felt warm arms wrap around his body, and for once, he was too cold, and too drunk to care.
One would have thought that the chill of the icy water would have kept him sober. But it only seemed to have frozen his brain-cells so they were easier prey for the alcohol. Not that it made all that much sense scientifically. Ahh well, Jounouchi wasnt very scientific.
And then he was being forced to his feet. Only, just like he thought, they werent working and he stumbled, almost hitting the ground, ass-first. Seto caught him in time and ended up having to sweep Jounouchi up in a firemans carry. Jounouchi leaned in close in an effort to leech some heat off the brunette; he couldnt help it; he was frozen solid and Kaiba was warm-.
The CEO carried him back into the ballroom, and Jounouchi was surprised to find it deserted.
Where is everyone? He asked.
They left a while ago. Its two in the morning. Seto told him.
Jounouchi raised his eyebrows into his hairline and whistled. Must have been some party. He went to drink more of his precious alcohol, only to have Seto viciously snap it out of his hands.
The bottle rolled along the ground and smashed on a chair. Jounouchi saluted its murderer. Congratulations. The chair is Christian.
Christened. Damnit. SOMEONE GET ME A TOWEL. Seto raised his voice to a bellow that echoed through the whole room.
Jounouchi shivered and clung closer to the brunette. He didnt like it when Seto yelled. It scared him. Everything scared him about Seto. He couldnt trust this man who was obsessed about him. He couldnt trust anything about Seto. Couldnt trust that Seto would stop if he asked him to.
Fuck youre blue! Seto was striding to the other side of the ballroom, and dragging Jounouchi with him.
Jounouchi shrugged. So it would appear.
Fuck! Just fuck! Seto cursed. He looked like he was upset about more than just the color of Jounouchis skin. Seto didnt exactly swear all that often.
Have I messed up your plans? Jounouchi asked in what passed for a sarcastically sympathetic voice. Even for a drunk-man.
Seto muttered something under his breath. You mess up my plans with your very existence. How can you be so calm about all this?
Because shit happens. Jounouchi hissed. He was starting to feel the cold again. It had all gone numb when he was outside, but now, as he leeched body heat from Seto, he was starting to wish he had of just stayed outside.
Someone finally came to them with a towel. Seto forced the servant to help him carry Jounouchi, and together they took him up some stairs and down a long hall.
He was dumped on a big, /warm/ bed and the servant was quickly sent away. It couldnt have just been Jounouchis imagination, it was warm. Like it had a heater.
Im taking off your clothes now. I promise I wont touch you. Seto told him.
Jounouchi just curled into a ball and glared. The logical part of him understood what Seto meant. Hed die of cold if he didnt change clothing. But Jounouchi wasnt going to help the bastard.
Stripping the blonde down proved to be truly difficult with the puppy snapping back into a little cocoon at every interval. He wasnt just blue on the surface; his whole body was completely frozen over.
Seto gave him a thorough rub-down with the towel, making sure to go rough at first, and gradually getting softer as he went. They really should have just dunked the blonde in some warm water and done it that way. But for one thing; this way Seto got to fondle Katsuya all over, and for another; it was probably better than listening to the blonde wail about the boiling water.
It wasnt long before Katsuya was limp in his arms, and Seto could hear the blonde breathing in deep, rhythmic patterns. He stripped down and pulled them both under the covers. The lights went off with a clap and Seto turned the electric blanket up to the hottest it would go. He wrapped himself around Jounouchis body, basking in the softness of Jounouchis skin.
I Im sorry. He whispered into the shell of Jounouchis ear. I am so so sorry.
There was no reply.
Seto hid his face in Jounouchis hair and sighed.
~.~
He was melting in the heat of the prison around him. He couldnt breathe, couldnt think, and couldnt escape.
Jounouchi woke, startled. His face was under the covers and he was sweating from the heat. He gasped in air, finding it too hot to breathe. The blonde panicked and pushed and pulled at the covers until he was free of the boiling prison.
Limbs moved, more limbs than he had. He was hyperventilating.
The blonde forced his sleepy eyes opened and found the world a soft, dull white. It was daytime. He was naked and the bed was boiling hot. Jounouchi pulled his body out, realized that the extra limbs were really just parts of the sheets that he had somehow wrapped around himself.
Hed been drunk last night, but he didnt have a hang-over, must have been from all the rain. Or something. The bed was still hot, but Jounouchis temperature was slowly going down. He sighed, getting his breathing under control.
God, he was an idiot.
What time was it? Was it Christmas already? He looked around the room for a clock and his clothing, but the only thing that managed to get his attention was the four-foot candy-cane sitting on the chair.
He gaze had originally just skimmed past the candy-cane, not realizing that it wasnt actually a piece of furniture. And then his head had slowly come back to it.
What the fuck Jounouchi found that his voice was hoarse and cracked. He coughed to clear his throat and got off the bed. He was alone in the room, so he was safe to get up, even if he was naked.
The blonde looked for video cameras, but found none. He never did.
He stood and padded over to the candy-cane. The candy-cane was shrink wrapped, and Jounouchi could smell- the sugar through the wrapping. A little green ribbon was wrapped around the top of it and Jounouchi found a card attached to it.
/Jounouchi,
Your Tuxedo is being washed; there are some clothes on the chair down the hall. Come join me in the living room, (third door on the left,) when youre ready.
~Seto, /
Jounouchi picked the candy-cane up; it was surprisingly light for its size. Probably hollow.
And what makes him think Ill go just because he offered candy? Jounouchi asked the candy-cane.
It didnt answer him.
Jounouchi went back to the bed and pulled the sheet off, wrapping it clumsily around his waist and picking the candy-cane up. He went to the door and softly walked out into the hallway. His feet were cold from the wooden floor, and he ended up picking up his feet a little more than necessary, which rocked his hips, which slowly, but surely, loosened his make-shift toga. This began to fall, well before Jounouchi noticed.
He was walking, naked, a giant candy-cane in one hand, the corner of the sheet in the other, and the rest of the long white sheet trailing behind him all the way to the chair. The other clothing was just a deep blue robe. It wasnt the sky blue color that was his favourite, so Jounouchi figured that Seto did not, indeed have a pre-made blue robe for him, and that this was just something makeshift.
Why couldnt Seto have put this in the room with him?
Then again, Jounouchi would have probably freaked out if it had of been in the
room with him. Because that would have meant Seto had been in the room with
him. Naked.
Jounouchi suddenly remembered the rub-down hed gotten.
Oh God. The blonde whispered. Had Seto.?
He dropped the sheet and quickly put the robe on, tying it tighter than it needed to be. The candy-cane- still under one arm- was placed on the ground for a moment so he could dress.
The robe smelt like Seto Kaiba. A smell that Jounouchi couldnt ever forget. He found himself shivering again. Jounouchi picked up the lollipop and hugged it close. He squared his shoulders.
No, not while he was sleeping. Seto wouldnt have gone that far, would he? No.
But Jounouchi couldnt trust that thought. He couldnt believe in the brunette enough to think that Seto wouldnt.
No. Damnit, Jou, keep it together. All he had to do was wait until his clothing was ready, and then he could go.
Jounouchi padded down the hall, to the living room. It wasnt hard to find, the door was open and soft Christmas jingles were floating out into the hallway.
Jounouchi knocked on the open door, looking into the room.
Seto was sitting, on a large couch, wearing a matching robe to Jounouchi. The brunette had wet hair and a towel around his neck, his glasses were on his nose and he was looking at something in his lap. Reading from the look of it.
There was a heater in the corner of the room, sending warmth into the rest of the room. A TV was playing in the corner of the room, children singing Christmas carols on the screen. There was an arm-chair, a plush, well cushioned creation of blue and white, and a big white rug on the wooden floor. A large wooden table sat atop the rug, covered with lollies and munchies.
Seto looked up as Jounouchi entered the room and placed a black-covered book on the table. Good morning.
Jounouchi nodded and stayed where he was.
How do you feel?
Hot. Jounouchi croaked out.
Seto raised a single eyebrow.
Jounouchi shivered and shook his head. No, not-
Yes. Seto said, cutting him off. The look he gave Jounouchi was soft and appraising.
Jounouchi shivered and hugged his candy-cane closer. I was a little drunk last night and-
I didnt touch you. I swear. Seto interrupted.
Jounouchi stepped into the room, slowly and shyly. Id like to believe you-
I didnt. You were freezing. I just rubbed you down with the towel and put you to bed.
Jounouchi nodded and went to sit on the armchair. Seto cleared his throat and indicated the other side of the couch. We need to talk.
Jounouchi dawdled his way to the couch. Wheres your brother?
Africa; playing with his girlfriend. Seto answered softly.
The blonde sat down, seating himself in the corner of the couch, as far away from Seto as he could make it, he placed the giant candy-cane beside him, leaning against the couch.
Jou-
How was the party? Jounouchi mumbled.
STOP changing the subject! Seto yelled, glaring at Jounouchi.
Jounouchi flinched and cowered into the couch.
Seto calmed and took off his glasses. Sorry I just I wanted to
Jounouchi was silent.
They sat in uncomfortable silence for a long time; Jounouchi was too scared to break it.
I wanted to to say I. Im so sorry. But you dont make it easy you know! I tried! I really did! And I spent oh, so long trying to figure out what to do. I didnt I never meant for that to happen. I was drunk and stupid and He stopped, looking at Jounouchis face. And that was never any excuse.
You just ran away. Jounouchi murmured quietly.
Seto sighed, loudly. The sound caused Jounouchi to flinch, but Seto didnt notice. I ran away. He admitted. I ran away because it hurts to see you this way.
Jounouchi frowned. What way?
Seto indicated Jounouchis small, childish movements, as the blonde sat, legs drawn to his chest, arms around his body, and wide eyes. You cant even stand to be in the same room as me. You flinch whenever I move, and you wont look me in the eye.
Jounouchi flinched from the words and frowned because Seto was right about him. Why do you think Im like this? He muttered, looking at the opposite wall.
Seto rubbed his eyes. Because youre still afraid Im going to jump you.
Jounouchi laughed, bitterly. No. Its because I dont know what youre going to do. I have no idea what youve been doing these past five years, other than what I see in the news. But its like you still know everything about me. What do you want from me?
Seto sighed. I want to apologize.
Then do it!
I dont know how! Seto yelled back. Jounouchi shrank from the words.
They were silent for a long time then and Seto finally broke. I really am sorry.
Jounouchi thought the words should have done something more to him. Like make something in him feel better, or magically lift him up. But they felt hollow and although Jounouchi believed that Seto really was sorry, he didnt feel anything from the words.
Seto moved, and Jounouchi glanced up as the brunette leaned over him.
Seto moved deliberately slowly and bent to place his lips against the blondes.
Jounouchi didnt move, through some miracle or another, and as those thin, soft lips settled over his, he realized that this was the first time that Seto had kissed him.
It seemed like time froze like that for the longest moment, and slowly, ever so slowly, Seto stepped closer, until he was pressing the puppy back into the couch, eating away patiently at the blondes mouth.
They stumbled over the kiss, neither really sure how they were supposed to be doing it. Setos tongue was in Jounouchis mouth, teasing his, and Jounouchi had no idea if that was his tongue against Setos lips or just their flesh on flesh, and then his mouth wasnt open wide enough, and their teeth were clashing at each-other and Jounouchi had to remember to breathe through his nose.
They pulled apart slowly, well, more like, Seto pulled back a little and Jounouchi just let him.
Im so sorry. Seto whispered hoarsely.
He stood back to leave, tears glittering in his eyes.
Jounouchi didnt remember thinking about stopping him. Hell, Jounouchi didnt remember thinking about anything. His arm just rose and grabbed Kaibas sleeve of its own accord.
The brunette turned back, his eyes crinkling softly as the tears escaped them.
Hed been beating himself up about this for five years. He knew that he was never going to win Jounouchi. He had probably known from the moment Jounouchi had given him the time frame.
Jounouchi pulled on the sleeve. He couldnt bear looking up at those eyes. It hurt too much.
I truly am. I looked everywhere for something, for some advice that might make it better. That might fix it all. Make you forget all about it but there isnt any. All the air escaped Setos lungs in a long rush. There isnt any.
Jounouchi hadnt relinquished his hands on Setos sleeve. He spoke, not looking at Setos face. There was. You were just too stupid to figure out where it was.
Seto was sobbing softly now, his broad shoulders shuddering with the movements. Oh God, I am so very sorry, puppy. I never meant to do that I never meant to cause you that pain
Jounouchi found himself looking at Seto, despite himself. He crawled toward the brunette, across the couch and pulled Setos hand away from wiping the tears away from his eyes. Idiot.
Seto was looking at the blonde, his cobalt eyes softer, somehow. He still loved his puppy, he hadnt stopped.
Jounouchi was sitting partially on Setos lap, and the blonde gently wiped the tears from Setos eyes himself. His fingers were shaking. His whole body was shaking. He didnt know what Seto would do. He half expected the other man to grab him, tie his hands above his head and and Jounouchi fought the mental images away, focusing on the here, on the now.
Would Seto control himself? Would he hold himself back?
Jounouchi wiped the tears away like a gentle angel. Why was Seto the one crying? Shouldnt it have been Jounouchi? Spilling his feelings and pain like a five-year-old little girl? Why was he sitting on Setos lap, telling his his betrayer-- that it was alright now? It wasnt alright. Seto had left, had abandoned Jounouchi.
Jou Seto whispered softly, his voice gentle and hoarse for once. Not the harsh, sadistic bark of their past. Not the commanding, dangerous creature of five years ago. This was the human, the man, under all of Setos masks.
The blonde closed his eyes softly and touched his lips to Setos. It was a soft kiss at first; Seto let Jounouchi take the imitative. The brunette gently placed a hand on Jounouchis shoulder and drew the puppy closer.
I was waiting for you to just come back Jounouchi whispered softly, wordlessly, into Setos open mouth. How does someone hear you when you whisper into their mouth? It never made sense to Jounouchi.
Sorry. Seto moaned.
He cautiously wrapped an arm around Jounouchis waist, hesitating a little with the flinch that it caused the blonde.
Sorry.
They were kissing again, mouths gently clashing, no hurry to them, no desperation, just this intense desire to be against the others body.
Sorry.
And the feel of the soft silk robe, with Setos warm hands against his back was intoxicating.
Sorry.
And Jounouchis head had fallen back, and the brunette was kissing a soft, butterfly trail down the blondes neck.
Sorry.
Jounouchis robe had slid off one shoulder, and the brunettes hand was trailing down Jounouchis forearm, caressing the tense skin softly and reverently.
Seto gently deposited the blonde on the couch, resting his body between Jounouchis legs. He rested his head on Jounouchis flat stomach for a while, and they lay there, ever so quietly breathing. Setos hair gently tickling Jounouchis chest.
You kept saying that you loved me more than life itself. That this way, I would be yours Jounouchi spoke, he had never forgotten that night, unlike Seto, he had not been smashed off his face, you get this dark look on your face when you look at me. Like youre always thinking about me tied down and naked
Sorry. Seto murmured gently. It was like once he had started apologizing, he couldnt stop.
No it didnt upset me. I was just stupid, because I believed you. I actually thought that Jounouchi ignored the soft tears that were trickling down his face. I thought that you meant it; that you would never let me go. No matter how much it scared me it was nice to feel that way. To feel loved beyond living.
Seto raised startled eyes to Jounouchis face. The blondes words had betrayed him, and the soft hitching of his breathing from the tears was not unnoticed. How could he pretend to have no emotions, when for the past five years, he had been welling deeply in sadness?
I did mean it.
They were both very still for a while, until Seto repeated himself. I meant all of it. When I told you that I wasnt lying! I might have been drunk and stupid and I dont know but I wasnt lying. Whenever I look at you, its like all my self-control just unravels. Whenever I look at you, I get angry, because I cant think about anything but- you. Do you know what that feels like, to not be able to think, to not be able to breathe? Because you walk into a room?
Jounouchi didnt speak.
Seto moved and kissed the blonde again, as though just by kissing him, he could convey some of those dark feelings. His mouth dominated the blondes, his body was hard, but he tried not to let the other know this. He allowed only his upper body to touch Jounouchis.
I look at you, and I cant stop fantasizing what I want to do to you. Sometimes, I think about you walking into my office, and just screwing my brains out. He paused softly. And in those fantasies its /you/ who dominates my whole mind.
Jounouchi shivered and glanced away.
Dont. dont look away! Youre the devil thats cast this spell on me; you should take some credit for what you reduce me to. I I cant think around you.
Jounouchi caught them both by surprise with his sudden kiss against Setos mouth. But Seto gently let Jounouchis head fall back to the couch as he took control easily. One of the brunettes hands slid slowly, seductively, down Jounouchis chest.
The kiss got messy, because Jounouchi was breathing erratically. Seto let his mouth wander, kissing a trail of tongue and teeth down the blondes front.
There was very little between their bodies. Seto might have been wearing underwear, but Jounouchi wasnt, and so the now very useless robe did little to hid the shameful excitement this treatment had been causing the blonde.
Seto kissed his way steadily lower, until, Jounouchi, practically hyperventilating, felt those lips against his thigh. The blondes chest rose and fell in panicked gasps. Oh, Seto was so close! So very close to his body!
And the blonde was scared. Was scared about how far this would go before it all happened again, was terrified that he couldnt seem to do anything to stop the other man. Petrified that it all felt far too good.
And Setos hands were against his thighs, holding his betraying legs a little apart. Giving him no respite from his shame. How could Jounouchi be so hard, when last time last time, it hadnt been at all gentle, or at all to his liking.
But then there was the sight the mind-numbing sight of Seto Kaiba between his legs, mouth hovering gently over Jounouchis flushed skin, those those goddamn dark eyes staring at his face and and and Oh God! Jounouchi whimpered loudly as that tongue flicked out across the tip. Just teasing, just softly, softly ever so softly tasting him.
And Jounouchis whole body trembled as that tongue flicked out again. Oh God!
Was he even talking to God? Or was he talking to Seto? The second sounded far more likely as Setos mouth softly latched around Jounouchis throbbing head. Oh fuck! Oh God!
And he wanted to close his eyes and just imprint that picture of Setos mouth, around him touching him and sucking him. but he couldnt seem to stop watching. And he couldnt seem to break contact with those deep, dark, cobalt eyes. Those eyes that were drowning him in their murky depths. He was trapped, he knew now, trapped because Seto wasnt moving, wasnt doing anything else, just his mouth, suckling around the head of Jounouchis manhood. And Seto wouldnt do anything else he could tell. He wouldnt go any further. Not without permission.
Not without fucking permission. The thought made Jounouchi laugh, and he gave a little giggle, which seemed to encourage Seto, who licked the slit a little more solidly now. Jounouchis laughter ended up a yelp- which ended up bucking his hips- which didnt do much because Setos hands were holding his thighs down. And, O God!
Seto pulled back, which made Jounouchi want to cry. Sorry. Ill stop
Oh God. Jounouchi moaned. He couldnt hear himself over the pounding of his heart and his blood and his well other poundings.
What is it? Seto asked gently.
The blonde grabbed one of Setos hands and brought it back to his thigh, not game enough to place it in dangerous areas, but placing the palm just on his inner thigh, he held Setos hand there, despite his own flinch, and didnt let go until Seto let the arm relax a little. Please dont. stop. Jounouchi whispered out, his voice tiny and small, like a little child in the dark of night.
Seto visibly swallowed, recognizing this for what it was.
A second chance.
The brunette nodded and went back down on Jounouchis body. Lips hungrily seeking out the throbbing, red, penis that danced for more attention.
Oh God! Jounouchi whimpered again, as those lips found what they were looking for.
OH YES! He yelled as that mouth suddenly, very suddenly, and without warning, took the rest of him into its wet, damp, but so damn good domain.
If Seto hadnt of been holding the blonde down seriously before, he was now. Jounouchis hips thrashing about like the Duracell power bunny, and he yelled and screamed as he was sucked on. The brunette couldnt deep-throat him for long, however, but alternated his ministrations. It was a really hard task, to suckle on Jounouchis throbbing erection without a hand to hold the damn thing still. And Seto quickly found that Jounouchis hands enjoyed the motion too, for they buried themselves in Setos hair, grabbing fistfuls and hold on for dear life.
Quite suddenly, and with a loud scream of Setos name, Katsuya felt the world explode in the most /delicious/ way. his organ throbbed and exploded inside Setos mouth and Seto used the corner of his robe to wipe of the semen that dribbled down his chin. He hadnt been expecting the sudden release, and had ended up swallowing some of it. Jounouchi tasted like pudding. Christmas pudding. The CEO wiped his face on his robe until he had most of it off.
Sorry I Jounouchi was blushing like a madman.
Seto grinned and touched Jounouchis chin. Dont worry. That was supposed to happen.
Jounouchi was still blushing like a madman. You can you know if you want The words cost him they cost him all the trust that hed placed in Seto Kaiba since his return. They cost him the towel-rub down, the ice-skating, the sleigh-ride, the bed, the candy-cane they cost him so much that he couldnt even say what he really was trying to say.
Seto pressed a kiss to the inside of Jounouchis thigh. You would?
Jounouchi nodded wordlessly.
Seto bit his lip softly. He knew what this must be costing the blonde. He wouldnt repeat the same mistake.
The brunette kissed a trail around Jounouchis thigh, until he lifted the others legs around his shoulders. Jounouchis russet eyes never left his face.
Kaiba kissed the delicate, soft, pink flesh just behind the blondes balls, taking care to very gently spread those trembling legs a little further apart.
He grasped Jounouchis cheeks, one round globe in each hand, and massaged them ever so softly as he lowered his lips to gently kiss the soft ring of muscles that made up Jounouchis ass. The blonde moaned softly, almost as if he didnt believe what Seto was doing. What was Seto doing? Was he seriously going to go through with this?
The brunette had read extensive manga on this subject, often imagining himself and Jounouchi into the scenes, even some of the more perverted manga, but this this action, always confused him. Would it really feel that good for Jounouchi? He exhaled gently. Only one way to find out.
Jounouchi felt like his body had gone from the incredible passionate, madness of moments before, straight to this suddenly erotic aching feeling, that Setos tongue, licking him kissing him /there/ enticed.
He writhed in Setos arms, his heels gently kicking against Setos back, and his hands holding fistfuls of hair. Setos tongue was like a maddening force of power, and it drove Jounouchi wild as it danced across his puckered entrance. Touching him, teasing him, tempting him, making him scream for more. What more? He could barely voice, but the small organ was only serving to drive him insane.
So soft and moist, it made his groin burn for more. And every time Seto speared that organ deeper, Jounouchi cried out, thrusting against Setos hands. He knew that if the tongue could only reach deeper it would oh it would feel so very so very good. But it didnt, and it kept coming up short. The pressure was driving him insane.
Jounouchi was begging, his whole body rigid with need. Oh God, Seto please! Oh, please! Please! More! Deeper! Please! Deeper!
But Setos tongue simply refused to grow longer. It brought to blonde to a panting, screaming mass of aching need. Need for what, he had no idea. It hadnt been like this last time. Last time, Seto had tied him down and drove into Jounouchis body so hard and fast that it had left the blonde bleeding and crying. But there was none of that this time.
Jounouchi was begging, begging to be taken, if only so that he could be filled with more of this feeling. And Seto, his own crotch weeping with arousal, finally stopped the torture.
Roll over, if you want more. The brunette whispered huskily.
Perhaps he should have considered the blondes very literal mind, for Jounouchi was on his stomach so quickly, that Seto was almost kicked in the face as a result.
The brunette groaned. Oh puppy
The silk robes irritated him, so he pulled his own off and quickly, with help, disposed of Jounouchis.
They were naked. Naked and sweating and hot.
Naked; sweating; hot and wanting.
And Kaiba didnt like to see Jounouchi Katsuya, naked, sweating, hot and wanting without him to ease such bittersweet suffering. Oh, how he had dreamed, how he had fantasized about this. Oh how he wanted Jounouchi Katsuya. His. Only his little puppy.
Seto fought the dark desire to grab the blonde by the hair and just slam straight into that tight, beautiful body. How cruel was Seto Kaiba? To think to of doing such hideous things! How undeserving of this sweetness spread, and wanting and desiring and waiting, before him.
So the brunette took his time, using his hands to guide him gently, and slowly, ever so slowly, to position himself against that slick, wet ass. Kaiba closed his eyes in a moment of silent prayer, before he slid just the tip of his member inside Jounouchis body.
Oh God! The CEO whimpered into the morning sunlight. He dared not press any further, dared not move. Because this was his ultimate test. This was his only, final, straw.
The feeling was incredible for Seto- he barely remembered the heat, and the thoughts and the hot, dark desire that raced through him the first time. But now oh God, he could scarcely hold himself back. Why did Jounouchi have to be so damn damn blonde! Yes, all blonde and wanting and panting and hard, and naked and puppy-ish!
The feeling, for Jounouchi, was something of an enigma. For he had simply expected the sudden pain at being entered and Setos selfish, quick fulfillments. He had been willing been willing to let that happen. For Seto had given him incredible pleasure.
But this was not what Jounouchi had expected. It felt a little uncomfortable, but it was the thick, throbbing shaft that he wanted to go in just a little deeper than the tongue, just a little bigger than that tiny, inadequate organ. But Seto wasnt doing like he had been ordered to do. Just the tip was inside of Jounouchis body. Just the tip and it was fucking insane! How was he supposed to get that that desire fulfilled if Seto didnt insert the whole fucking thing into his body?
Please deeper. The puppy moaned softly, once he realized that Kaiba was not, indeed going further.
The cock slid in just a little further, filling, and a little tighter. And then he stopped again.
This simply would not do. Jounouchi grabbed one of Setos hands violently. Pllleeassee. He groaned, louder, more demanding this time.
His whole body was shaking. Was it fear, was it lust? He could barely tell. But Seto slowly slid his erection the rest of the way inside of Jounouchis body, until he came to rest at the base of his shaft, his tight balls brushing against Jounouchis ass. Jounouchi shivered and grabbed at the cushion covers.
Seto was panting heavily over Jounouchis body. His hands gripping and massaging Jounouchis ass possessively. Slowly, very slowly, he began to withdraw. Jounouchi moaned and whined, trying to follow the movement, to keep Setos length still inside of him, but the brunette forced the puppy to still. He shoved back in, just a little faster than he had withdrawn.
Jounouchi cried out as the head of Setos cock brushed against something that sent chills all up his spin. Again! Oh god, again!
Again, Seto slowly pulled himself from Jounouchis body. And then, still exerting all the control that his puppy hadnt robbed from him, he shoved himself deep inside the blonde, just a little-just a tiny bit- faster each time.
They built up speed ever so slowly that Jounouchi barely realized that theyd gone from the slow love-making, to the erotic rutting that had Seto pounding in deeper and harder each time.
Jounouchi was sobbing with pleasure as the thickness filled and filled and filled him each time. Now this, this was what he had been hoping for. This thick, hard, throbbing organ that hit the elusive place inside of his ass. That sweet spot that Setos tongue had only hinted at.
And they were sweating, and screaming-well Jounouchi was screaming- and crying well, Seto was crying ever so softly- and rutting like rabbits in heat.
And neither one noticed when a servant opened the door to deliver tea and then very promptly closed it again, his mind reeling and his face burning.
And neither one noticed when they kicked all the cushions off the couch, or, when they slowed, as if wishing to prolong the inevitable orgasm, that Jounouchi kicked a cushion at his candy-cane. And if youre too far gone to notice any of that, youd certainly be shocked when the loud crashing sound came.
Indeed, they paused for a whole few seconds, glancing around, trying to figure out what had occurred, before a mutual shrug overcame them, and Seto started up a rougher pace once more.
It seemed like forever that they groaned and strained and moved, their bodies twisting and arching like musical instruments to a time honored song. But it was probably not really that long, and the song was only loud because Jounouchi sung most of its notes. Deeper! Oh God, harder! No! No! Oh YESSSS!
And Seto felt that very quick rush, as though he were about to leap off a cliff, and he brought Jounouchi to a final climax with a few clumsy, happy strokes to the blondes new throbbing. Which was only too perfect, for he suddenly found that the little cliff in his mind had run out of ledge and that he had jumped quite stupidly- straight down.
White and yellow and cream ate his vision for a wonderful blurring whorl of a second in which his cock exploded inside of Jounouchis body and the world very appropriately stopped spinning for him.
And then the second was over and he was still in a very good place. The couch had no cushions on it, Jounouchis candy-cane was broken, and one of his servants was mentally traumatized.
But, there was a sated, soft, touchable puppy under his fingertips.
/His/ sated, soft, touchable puppy.
Oh God Jounouchi whispered softly.
All you, Jounouchi. Its all you Seto moaned.
They kissed softly and slowly, and deeply.
~The End.
Sweet notes: >.< When I started this I knew- it was going to be 20 pages long. Fucking author institution. Nanowrimo has gotten me into the habit of counting the words this one is: 10,189. Not including author notes or title. Anyway. It got sappy. Just a sign that I really am- incapable of totally submitting to angst. Damn angst fairy, PISS OFF! I LIKE MY STORIES HAPPY!!! And besides angst should only be used for the wonderment of H/C. ^_^ Anyway, reviews? Its funny, I was writing this, and the dolphins cry by Live came on, and I was like dude that really suits this one. And you know what I think Im right. Neway, it is 12:59am and Im erm tired well, not really. But I have backgrounds and stories to write!
Oh, bwt, the Christmas challenge was to use seven items out of a list. I came /this/ close to using eight, but after figuring out how the hell I was going to fit a naked candy-cane holding Jou into an already angsty story, I gave up on the chestnut oil. Here are the bits I used:
Joey running down a hall, naked, carrying
a four foot candy cane.
A large singing holly wreath.
One hundred and seventy three pounds of
traditional English plum
pudding delivered to the wrong address (as in
delivered to one of the
gang).
Ice skating under a full moon.
A major rain or snow storm.
A sleigh or hay ride.
A semi-formal holiday party hosted by
either Seto or Duke.