Author: insight_to_insanity

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Gi Oh. Shame really, I’d make some...interesting changes ~_^

Warning: This fic contains YAOI which mean boy/boy DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ! I mean it! Scram!!

"spoken"

‘thoughts’

*** character switch, time lapse, you get the picture

Chapter 3

"Kaiba?" Jou drew his name out. "What cha doin’?"

Seto huffed. "Working, mutt. Some of us actually have a job."

"Oh yeah? Well I would have one too if someone wouldn’t be such an ass and just hire me as their assistant."

Seto looked at Jou, who was squatting as he bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet, his arms folded across the top of the CEO’s wooden and desk, his head lying on them lazily. "Are you still on that?"

"Not really, but you won’t talk to me."

"Why don’t you talk to yourself?" Seto offered. "You certainly enjoy hearing yourself speak."

"You won’t let me talk to myself!" Jou exclaimed, then ducked below table and emerged with a blue pen cap between his fingers. "You flung this at me last time I tried."

Seto rolled his eyes and turned to the screen. "That was because you had been talking about me."

"I have nothing else to talk about."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I’m sure you do. I can’t be the sole fixation of your life."

Katsuya’s cheeks flushed. "Of course you’re not, but...would it kill you to talk to me?"

Kaiba ceased his typing and looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "That’s actually quite possible." And he began typing.

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After a couple hours of begging and whining and pleading, Seto completely gave up all attempts at work and took his seat next to Katsuya. The two had their back pressed against the office wall and were throwing wadded up papers (which were actually Christmas cards from employees trying to get in good with Seto) at an empty trash can. The goal of their game was to see which person could reach a hundred points first...with each basket being worth a fourth of a point.

They had made attempts at conversation, or rather Jou had. Seto simply sat back and listened to the other boy prattle. Then Katsuya made the interesting suggestion that they fight each other, wrestle, to be precise. He said it would help calm them and keep their minds off things. Of course, he didn’t mention how he wouldn’t mind pinning Seto beneath him, or, better yet, Seto pinning him.

Seto had his hand poised to shoot a basket when he faltered at the sudden darkness of the room.

"Um, Seto?" Katsuya whispered. "The lights went out."

Seto let the little ball of paper fall to the ground, buried his face in his hands, and groaned. "No, really?" Kaiba replied sarcastically. "And here I was baffled by the whole thing!" He sighed. "This isn’t good, puppy."

"Of course it isn’t." Katsuya replied. "We can’t see the trash can anymore! How are we ever going to finish playing Jounouchi Ball now?"

Seto looked up. "Jounouchi Ball? I think Puppy Ball is a more fitting name..." Jou could see Seto’s smirk even with just the limited light from outside, but it was quickly replaced again by a grim expression. "Besides, the absence of light is the least of our worries."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"The heater runs on electricity, mutt."

"Yeah, so?"

"Light’s run on electricity too." All Kaiba got was blank expression and he continued in the tone that someone might for a small child. "That means the electric is out, puppy."

"WHAT!?" Katsuya leapt to feet and stared imploringly down at Seto. "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? WE’LL FREEZE TO DEATH!"

Seto rolled his eyes. "Quit being so melodramatic. We won’t freeze to death, it won’t get that cold in the building. However," He said slowly. "We could become ill from it. I suggest we don’t sleep tonight."

Jou nodded and sat back down. He wasn’t really sure what the hell sleep had to do with anything, but he was confident Seto knew what he was doing. And if he didn’t...well, Katsuya could always haunt him in the afterlife.

"Wait, Kaiba," Katsuya said as realization hit him. "Doesn’t this place have a generator or something? I mean, the game shop does, and this is a lot bigger."

Kaiba nodded. Had the light been brighter Katsuya would have noticed the impressed look that shone momentarily in Seto’s blue eyes that the blonde had thought of that fact. "It does, but what just gave out was the generator. The lights actually went out just about the time I told you I wouldn’t hire you."

Flickering elevator lights flashed in Jou’s mind. So that was what had happened.

***

The cold was unbearable. Katsuya’s hands were turning whiter and he could barely wrinkle his nose. The blonde was curled up in the corner as far away from the windows as he could get. His heavy, five-sizes-too- big winter coat was wrapped snugly around him like a blanket. He clutched it tighter, his teeth were chattering violently.

Seto, who was sitting a few feet away against the wall, sighed. "Puppy, come over here."

"W-wh-why?" Katsuya quivered out.

"Because you’re cold."

Katsuya scoffed. "L-like it’s a-any wa-warmer over th-there."

Kaiba began losing his patience and snapped, "Just get over here!"

Katsuya groaned at being forced to leave his slowly but steadily warming wall. He started to crawl over but stopped abruptly, eyes wide and jaw slacking.

"Wh-what are you do-doing?!"

Kaiba looked over at him through his brown bangs, his finger tips still on the buttons of the shirt he was undoing. "I’m taking my shirt off." He replied smoothly. His eyes traced Katsuya momentarily. "You should take yours off as well."

Katsuya stared blankly at him. ‘What the hell is he thinking?’ He thought. ‘Is he suggesting that we have... OH MY GOD! HE IS!!’

Katsuya tried to form some sort of coherent phrase off his tongue, but it wouldn’t come. Luckily, Seto didn’t notice this and continued to take his shirt off. Jou just barely caught himself from gasping in appreciation at the sight of Seto’s well-toned chest as the garment hit the ground. Seto looked at him again, this time frowning.

"You still have your shirt on." He said. "Take it off."

Kaiba was telling Jou to take his clothes off. ‘How many fantasies began like this?’ Katsuya questioned himself mentally. He pushed his own musings aside and began to eagerly undo the buttons, but, due to his excitement, his fingers were shaking horribly.

Seto sighed in an irritated fashion and shifted so he was beside Katsuya. He swatted the hands away and took off the shirt.

"There." Kaiba said at length. "Now come here."

Katsuya smiled and leaned forward on his hands, expecting to finally receive the kiss he had been longing for...only to have himself flipped around so he was sitting inside Seto’s legs and his back was pressed against the other boy’s chest. Katsuya frowned ever so slightly, a little confused. He hadn’t pegged Seto as the cuddling type, and if he was, wasn’t that typically done after sex? Of course, Kaiba always did do things a bit backwards, why would this be any different?

The blonde then felt something heavy fall on his shoulders as it smoothly slipped down his chest. "Er...Kaiba?" He asked as the CEO zipped up the large coat that currently held both of them. "What are you doing?"

Seto drew his hands back into the confines of the coat and wrapped his arms around Katsuya’s small waist. "Sharing body heat. We’ll be much warmer this way." Seto paused before he continued, "What did you think I was doing?"

"...I wasn’t sure." Katsuya replied. Which was true, he hadn’t been sure. But he had suspected (and hoped) that Seto had been trying seduce him. "So, um, we’ll have to stay like this all night?"

"Mm hmm." Seto nodded, clutching Jou tighter. The shorter boy bit down a moan, it was going to be a long night.

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