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Superman and Fairies - The Bottom Line	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nice long chapter 'cause I took so long to update. Sorry I really didn't have a lot to motivate me.

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Pegasus rolled over and stretched, feeling every inch of his body protest. But it was a sweet ache caused from one of the most wonderful things he'd ever experienced... Loving Kaiba Mokuba. Reaching out he tried to touch his new lover, only to find empty space. "Mm..." He sat up and looked around. Mokuba was standing at the end of the bed holding a tray overflowing with food and drinks. "Uhmm?"

"I'm starved so I thought I'd get the nurse to bring us food. She brought all of this." Pink touched Mokuba’s cheeks as he remembered the knowing look and soft giggles of the woman when she told him that the next night they might want to put the bed control with its built in intercom on the floor. "Uh... the nurse mentioned the call button had gone off. Where is the bed control? I don't see it."

"Oh." Pegasus sat up and wriggled his feet. "Under my feet. It tangled me up last night when we made love. I was too involved to stop."

That made Mokuba blush harder. "O...kay. Well... uhm... just so you know... uhm... tee hee... uhm... the intercom is on. They have it muted."

That struck the older man dumb for a moment then a soft, sensual expression crossed his face. "Really? How... exciting. Were they turned on listening to us I wonder?" The expression deepened, becoming hungry. "And now that you are up and about did they un-mute us?"

"I... don't... uhm..."

Forgetting his aches and pains, Pegasus, his hair falling around him like a nimbus and eye gleaming with playful lust, got on to all fours and crawled down to his lover. "I wonder if they’re listening, hoping for more of a show." He whispered huskily as he reached under the blankets and pulled out the controller. The intercom light glowed bright green. "Yeah, they are." He took the laden tray from Mokuba and set it on the floor.

"Pegasus what..." Mokuba broke off with a yelp when he found himself sprawled beneath his heavily aroused lover. "Oh my god!" He wheezed. "You really are a pervert."

"Oh yeah... lucky you," Pegasus agreed, hastily divesting Mokuba of his robe.

Mokuba stared up at him for several heartbeats before wrapping his arms around Pegasus' neck and grabbing fistfuls of silver hair. "Yeah, lucky me."

At the nurses station several blushing nurses shared looks of envy and amusement. Life was never dull here.

****

Atemu had reached the end of his patience trying to find Yugi through human means. Clearly his lover was not a normal human. That talk about a debt, the sound effects of tears and the vanishing act all pointed to him being more than simply human, perhaps a half-ling or changeling. Whatever he was Atemu was going to find him. He would not let his little one leave him.

Casting a circle, he stepped into the realm of Dorcha. As was usual - despite the dozens of years since his last visit - his mother, Queen Ailisia, was holding court. She stood and crossed to him when his circle lost its powerful shine. "Fearth! It's been too long. Tell me, how goes your quest?"

"I am still searching for Airdin. I will catch a hint and he will flitter away on the breeze."

"So you are alone there." Always dramatic, the queen clutched her hands to her chest. "Always alone! My poor son. My baby boy! Shall I send your brother with you? Or perhaps a cousin?"

"That won't be necessary Mother." Fearth declined. His brother was a stick in the mud and his cousins were simply stupid. He couldn't abide them. "I make do with the company of humans when I'm lonely."Make do was an understatement. He always had a human in his thrall. Usually he simply used their youthful spirit as a way to boost his energy, but recently, first with Seto and then with Yugi, he had allowed himself to care. He knew better of course. Humans were short lived, and their youth and beauty faded like flowers withering on the vine.

"Darling, you've looked the world over. Are you sure he's still there? You should come home and perhaps another mate will appear to the seer."

That made Atemu's heart clutch. He'd considered it for years, but that was before meeting Seto and Yugi. Seto had outgrown his tastes, but Yugi was still beautiful and vibrant as if he hadn't aged a minute since they'd met. And his energy was so strong and pure, the purest he'd ever felt. He couldn't leave Yugi... not now... not for a long time.

"No mother. I will abide the decision of our seers and I will continue my search." Atemu bowed slightly. He would never admit it aloud but he hadn't truly been searching for Airdin for years. He'd been enjoying the succulent young human fruits too much. Best to change the subject. "I am sorry for the time between visits mother and this one must be short. I came to use the scrying mirror."

"Scry? But Atemu you know that won't work on Airdin. Only humans may be seen in the mirror."

"Yes I know. I have misplaced a human." He smiled slightly. "It is of no concern to you mother. He is a friend that I must find. I owe him a boon and I believe he is in danger."

The queen nodded and waved. A small, hand-held silver mirror appeared, hovering before Atemu. "All right then. It is yours after all." In that statement she reaffirmed his role as crown prince and his elder brother's low status in her eyes.

Atemu gripped the handle and focused his energies. Using his voice of power he intoned, "Moutou Yugi." There was a second when it seemed the mirror resisted. Infusing more power he shouted, "Moutou Yugi."

The mirror vibrated in his hand, shaking his arm violently, and began to glow. Cursing, he released the mirror and jumped back, putting up a barrier around it. The protective shield formed just in time as, with a loud crack, the mirror disintegrated in a shower of golden sparks and shards of silvery power.

"Well..." The queen cleared her throat. "Fearth, I think... you need to find this 'human' who has the power to destroy royal Dorcha Magic - your royal Dorcha Magic."

Shocked to his core Atemu could only gape blankly at his mother while he tried to process the ramifications of what had just happened.

She just tutted and shook her head. "Ah... sometimes you are a trial. Bring him to visit when you find him." With a wave of her hand she sent him back to the human realm. Sometimes children were dense and needed a push. Atemu needed a push and a kick. Really how could her crown prince mistake a powerful Fae for a human? True she had been busy and hadn't seen to his education but she'd left it to her most trusted servant, her eldest son Mariq. With a wave of her hand she summoned a goblet of absinthe to her. She needed a drink. She will ask Mariq about Atemu's training later. Right now she needed a drink.

****

Blending with the shadows and leaves of the trees Yugi watched as Atemu emerged from his circle. Any doubt he had about his lover being Fae were dispelled. Now the only question remained - which Fairy? The attempt to scry him had been powerful Dorcha, but had it been Royal? Yugi didn't know. He'd watch and find out.

Atemu glanced around the meadow, certain he was being watched. "Yugi?" He called softly. "Yugi I need to speak to you."

Mentally Yugi snorted. Yeah right. Not gonna happen. Not until he was sure of who and what he was dealing with.

The Dorcha swung his head towards a shadowy tree. He'd almost heard... "I am still me, Yugi. But I am... My real name is Fearth of Dorcha. I would know your name too." He tried a charming smile. "My mother would like to meet you." But he could tell - he was speaking to the wind. The presence he'd felt was gone. He would have to start looking - again. But this time he had a starting point. He might not know the Fae part of Yugi, but he knew Yugi, and Yugi would want to help the Kaiba's because of the supposed debt he had mentioned. He would stick close to the Kaiba's until Yugi appeared. Then he would place the wily little fae in a binding circle until he got his answers.

***

Seto was relaxed and more at peace than he could ever remember being. Even after a session with Atemu, he'd been tense, worried. Did he please Atemu? Was he happy? Did anyone see them? Where was Mokuba? Those had been his concerns and they had kept him from simply enjoying the physical and emotional satisfaction of simply 'laying' with his lover.

There was more as well. Even though Seto hated to admit it, even with the limits he'd placed on their sexual play, he could tell Jounouchi was an entirely different - better - lover than Atemu had been. It wasn't a matter of technique. Although he could tell Jou was very experienced, Atemu's technique had been more refined and elegant. Jou didn't care about aesthetics of position or the way the light played on skin. He dove in and wanted to feel the warmth of the light and skin rather than look and admire.

His new lover's touch was for pleasure, not just his own, but Seto's as well. As much as it galled him to admit it, Atemu touched him for his own satisfaction and any pleasure Seto got was purely secondary. Seto had been so anxious to please Atemu, to show his love, that he had been content with that. Jounouchi didn't allow that. Their pleasure was equal - give and take. To Seto, it was amazing, heart wrenching, and absolutely perfect. Which was why he was completely happy after what should have been a mildly entertaining make out and mutual masturbation session.

And then there was the fact that outside of sex Atemu was strictly hands-off. There was very little physical affection between them if it didn't involve sex. Jounouchi... Jounouchi was as affectionate as a kitten. Nuzzling and patting him, almost purring with happiness at simply being snuggled against his side. The knowledge that just a touch from Seto, or being able to touch Seto, made Jounouchi light up inside was an incredible turn on, emotionally and physically. When he was with Atemu, Seto was always the supplicant, the needy one. Now he was needed and it filled him with a kind of empowered tenderness that he had never felt before.

Before that feeling could overwhelm him and make him say something stupid, Seto pulled away from the other’s touch and scooted into one of the in-tub recliners. Absently he batted the skimmer away from him. "Mmm... It's been too long since I've relaxed in the hot tub."

Not in the least put off by Seto moving away from the shared bench, Jou scooted over and started to weave his fingers through the slick brunet locks on his head. "That'll change 'cause I'ma do my best ta get ya in here as much as possible."

"Better have tried - and failed," Seto snipped. Sometimes Jou's arrogance was annoying.

"Oh I won't try. Like Yoda said. 'Do or do not. There is no try.'" Jou grinned when Seto shifted away angrily. "Get back here and let me get the rest of our list outta your hair. You've got wet paper stuck in it."

Seto reached up to feel, not entirely trusting that Jou wasn't pulling his leg. Sure enough mushy paper came off in his hand. "Damn. I'll get it out when I shower." He gave the laughing blond a cool look. "I'll print the new list while I'm in the shower."

"Yeah that voice type dictation - even in th' hot tub - is gonna be great for homework." Jou gave him a cheeky grin. "Did you remember to turn it off?"

While Seto's eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink Jou pounced him in what Seto would later learn was called a 'glomp.' A great squishing hug that threatened to drown him. He fought his way out, as much to breathe again as to escape the hug. "Idiot. And don't touch me with those pruny-fingers. They feel gross." Not - but Jou was easily distracted or so Seto thought.

Jou examined his water crinkled hands for a second then nodded. "Yeah really pruny." Then he dove under the water and, starting with Seto's toes, pausing to nibble and suck at a few points along the way, Jou inspected Seto's underwater anatomy. When he surfaced again, he was only a few inches from Seto's face. "Mmm... I like..."

Seto'd had enough. They had gotten off sexually more times in the last twenty four hours than he had in two years with Atemu. He couldn't believe his cock was actually twitching slightly from the teasing kisses and bubbles Jounouchi had just blown on it. "I'd like a shower. I have to dress for my date remember? If you're coming with me you are going to have to get dressed as well. You didn't bring enough clothes last night did you?" Twisting, he put his hands on the edge of the hot tub and heaved out of the hot water. To ward off the chill he picked up a warm towel and started to dry off.

If Jou was disappointed he didn't let it show. He quipped back, "Of course I'm comin' with ya. Can't have a date with only half th' couple there." He frowned in thought. "I brought a week's worth of stuff, but nothin' ta party in. Figured I'd move the rest over tomorrow. So yeah I'll have to go back to get somethin' ta wear." He heaved himself out of the water and deliberately stalked close to the tall brunet. Hypnotised by the beautiful white skin moving over tight-flexing muscles, he gently traced a fingertip up Seto's spine. "Want me ta dry yer back for ya?" He offered.

Seto flinched from the touch. It shot unfamiliar warmth through him. Everything had changed so fast. He was starting to believe that Jou might be for real and he needed time to assess his feelings. It was just so... different. "I told you not to touch me with those pruny hands." He glared at the incorrigible blond.

Laughter lit Jou's honey brown eyes as he reached out and cupped Seto's groin, massaging his balls with 'pruny' fingers and pressing on his twitching cock. "Yeah I suppose it is kinda gross. Yer kinda puny - err - uh pruny - down here." Scooping up a second towel, Jou turned and walked away, drying off as he went, leaving a wide-eyed, slack-jawed Seto behind. His kitten had claws. Good because Seto liked a good fight. He'd never experienced fight-sex or make-up sex, but he had a feeling both would be fantastic with Jounouchi. Maybe he should pick a fight just to find out. Remembering the 'puny' dig, he decided there was no 'maybe' about it.

He blinked when the blond sauntered back in wearing his half-fastened jeans, damply clinging shirt, and a sheepish smile. "Just realized I can't get in if I don't have a key or whatever fancy security you have here."

"Retinal, voice and fingerprint scans - concurrently." Seto retorted as he deliberately turned away the from temptation to bare that gorgeous body again.

Jou whistled in appreciation. "Dayum, but I guess that's gotta happen. Connected to GCB and GTD right?"

Without thinking Seto nodded then froze and turned to look at the blond. He caught his breath when he saw the grim, almost hard look on the other man's face. "You..."

"Don't bother. I'm a cop’s son remember? I know all about the Global Criminal and Global Terrorist databases. I did some research in class today. Figured I should know about th' business that's gonna take yer time away from me. Kaiba Corp. Been in business for three generations of Kaiba. Started in the early nineteen fifties as a precision instrument manufacturer. When Gozoburo Kaiba took over, it branched into targeting and weapons systems. Specifically in emerging satellite and remote devices for target acquisition. Later, laser technology was developed as well.

“When Gozoburo Kaiba committed suicide, you, Kaiba Seto, took the reigns and moved the company into the gaming market, focusing on computer generated hologram technology which utilized the existing laser patents held by your company. You also developed virtual reality, consciousness-altering games. They were removed from the market because of potential abuses, but you modified the technology to be portable - handheld devices and visors. Currently Kaiba Corp is the largest VR and Gaming company in the world, and your designs - not your company's but yours as you personally hold the patents - are so far into the bleeding edge of technology that your company is expected to stay the front runner for at least twenty years." He gave Seto a cool, flat look. "Even though you changed the company, many still blame you for the events of the past. In addition there are rumors that you develop special projects at the request of allied governments. It makes you a target not only for assassination, but also for kidnapping and blackmail."

"You've been busy," Seto observed neutrally. But his self-preservation instincts kicked in on him. Automatically, he pressed his left hand to his right wrist.

"Googled Kaiba Corp during class on my phone. Took me about five minutes to get all that." The cool look hardened. "Yer in constant danger. Are ya a fool? Suicidal? This place is a cracker box in the middle of town. Ya got no guards and th' security is good, but a lota good it'll do ya against a sniper or a bomb." Irately the blond stalked forward and grabbed Seto roughly by the shoulders. "Damn it ya let anyone come up to th' front door. Ya ain't stupid! And ya ain't fuckin' invincible." He shook the tall brunet roughly. "What da fuck is wrong with ya?" Letting go of the taller man’s shoulders, Jou caught him in a hard hug, pulling him painfully close. "Ya can't take chances like dis. Yer too important."

Struggling back from the near death-grip, Seto rolled his eyes. "I'm sure the government will get along without me, and my company is structured to..." He found himself once more talking into a shirt-covered chest. "Mmmmfff...Mhmmm...ff...."

"Shut up." Jou grizzled into his neck. "I don't wanna hear about yer damn company or some stupid politics. Yer too damn important ... ta me. And yer in danger. Holy fuck, Seto! Just... Yer... you take too many chances." He jerked the genius-idiot out of his chest. "Ya can't... Ya can't live like dis. Ya gotta go back ta that compound I read about." He shook him again, almost incoherent with fear as he realized the full danger Seto placed himself in. "And school! What da fuck is with that.? No way in hell you belong there. Anyone can get ya. Ya know dat..." As if to shield him from some unseen danger Jou pulled him back to his body, his hold tighter than ever.

Seto released his grip on his wrist and allowed his body to relax into Jounouchi's painfully tight hug. He'd wondered, in the past, why some people thought pain felt good. But now he understood - some pain was worth it. "You're worried about me," he said in a voice soft with amazement.

Jou moaned and nearly cried. "Worried? Worried? Fuck no I ain't worried. Worried is for when one of our kids gets home late for curfew. I'm scared outta my mind. I love ya an' we're gonna get married, but a lotta people wanna see th' end of ya. Ain't gonna happen. I'ma stick so close to ya that anyone wants ta hurt ya is gonna hafta kill me first."

That made the brilliant CEO stiffen in shock. "What are you saying? I don't want you dying for me."

"Then make sure your ass stays outta bad shit," was Jou's unequivocal reply.

"I..." Seto sighed. "If you knew since this morning what brought this on now?"

"I figured ya had it under control. I trusted ya," Jou snapped. "Then when I went ta leave, I saw..." Jou bit his lip hard. "I saw th' package on yer doorstep. It's got no return address an' no name on it but yers. If ya had it handled yer security woulda never let that thing get close to ya. We gotta call a bomb squad or somethin’.'"

Seto lifted his head from the niche it had found in the crook of Jou's neck. "Package, no return and not from the post office?" He clarified. That was exceptionally odd. His security should have dealt with something like that before it could become a threat. With a reluctant sigh he pushed hard on Jou's chest. "Let go, I need to show you something."

Slowly, Jou began to release him. Seto wriggled and stepped back quickly from the reluctantlyslackening hold. "I'm about to show you one of my most well-kept secrets. In fact only Mokuba and I know it. Not even Atemu knows what I am going to show you." Slowly he held out his right hand, palm up. "I have a personal tracker. Not only does it track my physical location via GPS - accurate to within a foot, but when activated, there is a monitoring system that records all sounds and images around me for a one mile radius. There are a two ways it can be activated. Automatically if my vitals move into unacceptable limits. Such as a high fever, hypothermia or dangerous fluctuations in blood pressure and/or pulse. Manually - if I am in a dangerous situation I simply tap the skin over the tracker three ties within a few seconds."

Jou met his steady gaze with wondering eyes for a moment then dropped his gaze to the hand held out to him. "Its not on yer clothes... it's in yer body somewhere ain't it?" Taking the hand he examined it closely. "Here?"

"No. A hand is too easy to amputate. It is between my radius and ulna where they join to form my wrist." He pressed his left forefinger to the spot. "Here."

Without hesitation, Jou carefully took his wrist into his hand and, with a gentle fingertip, explored. "Yeah, okay I can sorta feel it. It's kinda diamond shaped an' about as big as my fingernail." He asked the first thing that came to mind. "Does it hurt?"

"Hurt like a bitch for the first few months, but once I got used to it I don't notice it, unless I accidentally knock it out of place or something. Hasn't happened in a long time though."

“Ya say it monitors ya, but how is that safe? I mean it won't do ya good if some guys are beatin' ya up."

Seto shrugged. "My security is always around me, usually less than thirty seconds away."

"Thirty seconds? That's just bullshit. That would mean they would have to be in the next room. I know they ain't."

Sighing as if it were a nuisance, Seto tapped his tracker three times, waited a second then ordered, "Come out please. There is no danger, but there is someone I want you to add to the security system as he will be hanging around for a while."

In less than a second, parts of the walls seemed to disappear and several full-battle dressed and armed men poured out of the openings. "You called, Kaiba-souchou?" One of the men asked.

"This..." The CEO gestured to the gaping blond. "Is Jounouchi Katsuya. See that he's added as a resident to security."

Not even a flicker of an eyelash betrayed any emotion. "Yes, Kaiba-souchou. Jounouchi-san will you please..." But the blond had whirled away from him.

Jounouchi, rage and a kind of embarrassed horror vying for uppermost in his expression, snarled, "They been watchin' us all along? They seen..." He broke off and, faster than the security men had appeared, Jou whipped off his shirt and pulled it over Seto's brunet head. "You're naked." As soon as his chest was covered - barely - Jou scooped down and grabbed the damp towel, and wrapped it around Seto's waist. "Seto what th' hell? Ya parade naked for all these guys? Ya... Ya do... stuff in front of them? An' ya didn't tell me we had an audience?"

"Most of 'these guys' have been my security team for years. They have seen me naked more times than I can count because I've set off the tracker in the shower several times. It doesn't bother me. Besides they don't monitor or watch unless the tracker is activated."

Jou would have been relieved if he hadn't seen the disparaging smirk flicker across a security man's face just over Seto's shoulder. He knew, with one hundred percent certainty, that the asshole had watched Seto, regardless of what Seto believed. "Oh fuck no," he growled and stalked around the clueless brunet to confront the man. "Ya watched him. Did ya watch us together?"

"It's against my contract to do so," the other man replied, his face void of expression.

Golden eyes narrow and hot, Jou grabbed the other man's shirt. "Fucker! That's paper an' don't mean shit. I know ya did. I saw yer face. I'm gonna beat..."

"Jounouchi! That's enough. You are embarrassing me." Seto stepped between them and broke his hold. His own eyes widened then narrowed when he saw his guard’s eyes dip down to his waist before slamming shut. That and the breeze told him he'd lost his towel in his rush to avert Katsuya's attack on what he assumed was an innocent guard.

Ignoring his lover's snarl, he turned to the guard, falling into an expression of wide-eyed concern mixed with admiration. Gently, he touched the other man's face. "Are you all right?"

The guard swallowed hard and opened his eyes. "I... yes Kaiba-souchou. I didn't know how you would want me to react to the hostility so I did nothing. I hope that is all right?"

Seemingly oblivious to his partial nudity Seto nodded. "You did exactly right. I'm glad he didn't hit you. It would be a shame to ruin your gorgeous face." Surveying the well muscled body, he smiled appreciatively "I can see that he wouldn't have stood a chance against you physically."

Obviously embarrassed, but preening, the guard nodded. "Thank you Kaiba-souchou." He cleared his throat slightly when Seto ran his hand across his chest.

"Hmmm... very nice. I wish I was as solid as you are." Seto explored along his arms. "I'm just a twig."

That made the man stutter "Not at all! You're slim, but well muscled and strong. Very beautiful."

"Beautiful?" Blue-eyes turned wistful. "I wish." Seto sighed and shrugged despairingly.

"Very beautiful. I..."

""You think so? You couldn't have seen me enough to know." Seto let his shoulders slump.

"Every day! I think you are the most beautiful man I've..." He tapered to a stop when he realized what he'd just admitted.

Seto bent and scooped up the towel as he spun away, knotting it at his waist. His head of security and three other guards were holding a viciously struggling Katsuya. One of his men, either very stupid or very brave had stuffed his hand over the blond's mouth. Blood was flowing from the appendage. "Release him."

Instantly Jou was free. Rather than race across and confront the guard he raced up to Seto. "I'ma kill him."

"No you may not kill him. I doubt you could even land a blow. He's special trained. I will fire him without a reference. That will..."

"Fuck dat." Jou snarled. "I'll make a deal with ya Seto. If th' asshole gets th' better of me he can stay on - ya can prance around naked for him all ya want. But if I kick his ass I get ta decide what happens ta him."

Seto blinked. Katsuya thought he wanted to be naked for the... The blond idiot hadn't realized Seto was playing the guard? He considered it for a moment then sighed and nodded. If Jou was going to be around him it would be best if he learned his lesson about challenging security. "Fine, whatever. Just don't expect me to kiss your ass when he kicks it."

Jououchi smirked. "He ain't gonna touch me. When he don't I'll expect ya ta kiss my... bruised ego seein' as ya were all over him. Ya got some makin' up to do."

"Idiot." Seto was talking to Katsuya's back as he stepped up to th' guard.

"Ya heard us. Ya beat me an' he can prance around in front of ya naked all day if he wants." Jou gave him a feral grin. "But ya gotta beat me first."

The guard took up his fighting stance, smirking with anticipation. One blow and he'd be able to watch Kaiba Seto all he wanted. Who knew, maybe the hotter-than-fire brunet might ask him to join in on pool games. Jou shifted so that his weight was balanced evenly and he stood on the balls of his feet. He left his arms hanging loosely by his side.

Mistaking his opponent's stance for stupidity, the guard rushed in, swinging hard with a well trained, powerful punch. Jou leaned back almost ninety degrees to evade, then using that momentum brought a leg up to kick his attacker in the chest, lifting him from his feet and dropping him to the floor. Jou landed crouched on both feet, as the man hit the floor. He shot his other leg across the floor and nailed the hapless guard in the head with his heel. A quick, spin on his arms brought him into a hand stand that lasted for less than a second and then both heels slammed into the small of the fallen man's back. With a sound like a bellows the guard lost consciousness.

Not even breathing hard, Jou stood and hitched his jeans up, absently fastening the buttons he'd forgotten about. He looked around the room, glaring at each of the guards in turn. "Gonna happen ta anyone I catch lookin' at my husband. Got it?"

"Uh..." The chief of security cleared his throat and sent his employer a glance. "Husband? I thought you said he'd be hanging around... for a while?"

Seto assessed the unconscious ex-guard for a moment then shrugged and turned to his head of security, "That's why I called you. We signed a prenuptial contract today. Jounouchi Katsuya is a legal citizen of The Netherlands. We can be married legally there. We will be married as soon as it can be arranged. I need him added to the security for all of my properties, and he will need a tracker installed. I will have to design one for him, it should be implanted when we get back from our wedding."

"Yes sir." the head guard looked at his fallen comrade. "What about him?"

"I don't know." Seto hiked a brow at his blond lover. "What did you want to do with him?"

"He's gonna need an ambulance. I broke his pelvis with the back kick. Bastard won't be gettin' a hard on with a broke dick. And his gorgeous face is gonna need ta be fixed. Broke his cheekbone and dislocated his jaw. Once he's all fixed up he can go guard your fuckin' mailroom, 'cause damn it! Ya still ain't dealt with that package at th' front door."

Seto wanted to facepalm, but instead he just rolled his eyes. "There is a package out front with no postal markings. Kindly see to it. Then have a report on how it got there without your team knowing about it in my hand in thirty minutes."

"An hour." Jou corrected.

Seto whipped around to face him "What did you say? You do not..."

"Yer gonna be busy kissing my... bruised ego... in half an hour. Ya put on enough show for 'em. Fucking hell, I dunno if yer an exhibitionist or they're voyeurs, or if it’s both, but I ain't gonna put up with either." Giving the guards a look that dared them to interfere he scooped Seto up over his shoulder and stalked towards the stairs, and up to Seto's bedroom, completely ignoring the kicks and snarls about time. Seto owed him kisses... he was collecting.

The guards, after shared looks, gave almost silent snickers, and after a disgusted look, picked up their fallen comrade, and left through the tiny openings they had emerged from. More than one considered peeking just to have a chance to spar against the surprisingly dangerous blond.

An hour later Jounouchi and Seto were downstairs, both freshly showered and dressed - Jou in some clothes that he borrowed from Seto's closet. The head of security gave him a long look before addressing his employer. "The box checked out clean. It contains jewelry and a note from someone named 'Moutou Yugi.' As to how it got to your front door, I'm afraid I can't answer that. The surveillance shows no glitches or abnormalities but one second the box is not there and the next it is."

"Timeslice?" Seto glared at the man. He didn't like the idea that Moutou-me had gotten past his security.

"Up to sixteen frames per second. Nothing."

"Then he has hacked the system. Do a full system diagnostic. Root him out and squash him like the bug he is."

"In process sir." The man hesitated then held out a manila envelope. "The jewelry and letter is in here." With a quick bow, he backed out of the room.

Seto threw the envelope on the bed and stalked into the bathroom muttering about incompetence and new security. Katsuya hiked a brow and shrugged. Wasn't his concern. But Moutou Yugi - and his connection to Atemu - was. "Yo! Seto I'ma open this and see what that guy brought you."

"Who gives a damn? Just toss it."

"Nah, I wanna see. 'Sides, it might be stuff of Atemu's. Ya might wanna bring it back to him tonight."

"Damn it." He sighed "Fine open the damn thing." Brushing his teeth with angry strokes, Seto watched as Jou tore open the envelope and dumped the contents on the bed.

"Hey, what th' hell?" Ignoring the items he picked up the letter. "Want me ta read it to ya? Or you want to read it in private?"

Seto continued brushing his teeth, but gestured to him with one hand. Jou unfolded the letter and started to read.

"Dear Kaiba Seto;

I am more sorry than you can imagine that I caused you grief in the past. You would not let me explain earlier but your pain is something I must pay for. I am in your debt, although I do not believe I will ever be able to compensate you for what has been done.

I am happy to see you have found happiness with Jounouchi Katsuya. It eases my burden greatly. However, I have to warn you. I have left Atemu and will not be returning to him in this lifetime. You are free to tell him that although I am afraid that if you do he will turn back to you, interfering in your relationship with your lover, Jounouchi. Please do not let him. Atemu is not your soul mate and he is a very spoiled, immature, selfish person.

Because of the ties he's already forged with you, it may be difficult for you to refuse him. To aid you I've sent you these betrothal and wedding gifts. I'm sure you will sort out whose is whose. They will remind you that you and Jounouchi are a pair and hopefully will protect you from the ties of the past and help you forge a strong future with your husband.

I will help all I can.

In your debt eternally

Moutou Yugi"

Jou stopped reading as Seto went to spit and rinse. Curiously, the blond picked up what appeared to be a horseshoe shaped belt buckle. "Hmmm I like this." He set it down and picked up a small placard with what had to be cuff links and a tie tack set. Obviously not for him. But they did match the buckle. Heavy wrought iron, dark with age, inlaid with strips of polished rowan, they were very beautiful and seemed very old. He looked up when his lover came back into the room. "Hey Seto... These look...old."

"Antiques, and unique as well. Wrought iron is very difficult to make into jewelry because it isn't melted and forged, it is simply heated to make pliable and then shaped. This kind of detail in wrought iron is something from medieval times. There are probably less than five hundred artisans on the planet today who do this kind of work, and I've never seen anything this ornate." He picked up the two remaining items. Matching armbands of twisted wrought iron whose ends met to form a detailed Celtic knot. "Hnnn... Again very old and very skilled. These are older than the others I think. A different artist as well."

"How can ya tell? I mean..."

"The metal is more pocked, and the way it's curved... It looks like it was done by hand rather than by machine. I'd say the buckle and cuff link set had modern - if you count sixteenth century as modern - tools used. The edges are smoother, more round, and the inset of wood is very precise."

"Mmm... yeah I see. So... I think the armbands will look great on us tonight." Jou gave his lover a blatant once over, lingering on the tight white leather pants and clinging, sleeveless, mesh and lycra shirt in cobalt blue. "And as hot as you look I want people ta know yer taken."

"Hnnn... I'll wear it, but not because of some neurotic, caveman 'taken' attitude. It'll look good." Seto gave him an appraising look. "That shirt's old. At least six years old. I've only worn it once though."

"If you didn't like it why did ya keep it?"

Seto hesitated before shrugging. "It was a gift."

Jou's eyes narrowed as he picked at the white silk shirt. It was sleeveless, with two large buttons that fastened the middle of his chest, leaving his upper chest and abs exposed. Because it was silk it had a habit of slipping off his shoulders in a way that was completely hot. "Atemu gave it to you?"

"So?" Seto could feel himself becoming defensive.

"So nothin'. But..." Jounouchi shrugged too. "Do ya really want him knowin' ya held onto his gift all dis time? I mean... well... If yer okay comin' across as some kinda pathetic jilted..." He broke off when Seto dove at him and literally ripped the shirt from his body.

"Don't you ever suggest..." The brunet started to snarl only to break off when Jou gave him a smug look. That was when it dawned on Seto that the blond had played him into doing exactly what Jou himself wouldn't do. "You damn..." But he bit his tongue when a mischievous grin beamed at him. "You are a pain in the ass."

"Well duh... Guess that answers that." He tugged the remnants off his body and went to Seto's dresser. Carelessly he pulled out a white muscle shirt and slipped it over his head. "So let’s get goin'. Don't we gotta be there in like ten minutes?"

That galvanized Seto into action. Normally he'd already be at the club waiting for Atemu to show up. But this time, with Jounouchi, time just seemed to have slipped away. They would be lucky to get there only fifteen minutes late, with traffic flowing perfectly. "We're going to be late."

"Mmm... yeah." Jou couldn't find it in himself to be concerned. "But who cares? He's th' one who wants to meet there. If it was up ta you and me we'd still be in th' pool, or in yer bed. He can wait." But the blond sauntered out the door obligingly.

Seto followed, enjoying the view of his new lover's ass in the slightly too tight, buff, suede chamois. "Those pants look good on you."

"Thanks." Jou tossed him a grin over his shoulder. "Feel good too. Guess I like gettin' into yer pants." He snickered. "I love the tight fit."

Seto surprised himself by chuckling at that. He'd never been into ribald humor but somehow it felt right. They were both laughing when Jou plunked down on the stairs and slid his shoes on. "M... Seto."

"What?" Cool blue eyes glanced down at him curiously.

"You're wearing your armband and holding mine. Were you going to put it on for me?" Golden eyes looked up at him hopefully as he held out his arm.

Seto rolled his eyes, but obligingly stepped forward to slip on the band. The mischievous blond slid his free hand up Seto's leather-clad thigh to cup his ass. "I like the look of of these too." And deliberately squeezed.

Reflexively the startled brunet jerked forward only to find that Jou had buried his face against his belly. "What the hell? We don't have time for a blow..."

Jou laid a string of kisses just above his low, pubis-riding waistband. "I know that. I just wanted ta kiss ya. Sue me." He drew the taut skin into his mouth and sucked hard for a few seconds, then released, leaving a dark red mark that would later become a hickey.

Shocked by the open affection and playful sexuality Seto could only blink at his lover. He'd never had a hickey before, never been treated with such blatant... well... caring and desire. Those were the only words he could think to describe it. He didn't know how to respond at all. "I..."

"Let's go! What car ya usin'? Somethin' hot? You gotta have somethin' hot in that garage of yours right?"

"I normally use something discreet. I..."

"Discreet?" Jou gave him a baffled look. "Don'tcha enjoy bein' you? I mean ya gotta deal with th' crap, why not have fun with it too? Yer THE KAIBA SETO - genius, bazillionaire, and hotter than fire. And yer goin' out ta party. So... take a party car."

"Idiot. Earlier you were talking about me acting safe and now you want me to flash who I am in spotlights?"

"Yeah, as long as I'm with ya, yer not gonna get hurt. And I want everyone to know that th' city's most eligible bachelor is taken." He stood and gave the strangely confused brunet an all over body brush as he passed. If anything that confused him more. Was it possible Seto wasn't used to people lovin' him? Who could not love him? Shaking the thought off, Jou went to the door. "Let's go. Pick the hottest car ya have. It's not like there are gonna be people at the club wantin' ta kill ya." He stepped out into the night. If he'd looked back he would have seen a startled, guilty look cross his love's features.

***

Despite a very active, love-filled, day Kaiba Mokuba and Pegasus Crawford were ready and waiting for the time Yugi had given. To the second the lights and all power went out. Instead of immediately switching to backup, as was normal, the world stayed dark around them. In less than five seconds their door opened and a small hand beckoned.

Once outside the facility they got a good look at their rescuer. It wasn't Moutou Yugi like they had thought. Instead a strange young man with long white hair stood before them. "Ano..." Mokuba started to ask, when to his astonishment the young man simply nodded and in a glitter of silver sparks, disappeared. The raven-haired teen gasped and backed up a step. Pegasus simply caught Mokuba's hand in a strong grip. "One of Yugi's tribesmen. Nothing to be afraid of."

"But... But..."

"They are Fae. Magical creatures. And for some reason they are helping us instead of tricking us. We will be grateful and not push our luck." Pegasus warned softly.

Mokuba nodded mutely. "Where is Yugi."

"I'm here." The smaller man spoke from behind them. "I am sorry, the circle took longer to cast than anticipated so I had to send a friend to free you. If you two will step into the circle I'll move us to the club."

When Mokuba would have followed, Pegasus gripped his arm and pulled him back. "No. We will not enter a Fairy Circle. Been there, done that."

Yugi contemplated him for a moment. "Silver hair, golden eye, knowing of the tribes of Fae. Would you be the freed mate to Queen Cyndia?"

"Cyndia? Your late wife?" Mokuba looked at his lover.

"She captured me as a child, raised me, then wed me. Later she freed me before she died. She was killed by a jealous Dorcha who wanted to be her mate. She died protecting me." Pegasus shook his head. "I won't enter your fairy circle."

Yugi sighed and tugged at his spikey hair. "Damn it I am trying to help you. I owe a debt to Kaiba Seto and I..." Seeing the silver-haired man's determination he growled "Fine. Human - I am Airdin of Carraig. Only son of Sylvis of Carraig. My true name is Pnrelth. You may call it."

Pegasus nodded "Pnrelth, I call for truth. What is your goal?"

"I owe a debt to Kaiba Seto. Not only for the way I stole his lover, but because I caused him to be misused by the Dorcha. I must balance the scales."

"Pnrelth, I call for truth. What will happen if we step into your circle."

"You will be transported to the place called Ni-chome, to aide me in balancing the scales in my debt to Kaiba Seto."

"Pnrelth, do you mean us harm or mischief."

"No."

"Then it is good. I return your name to you."

"You will explain." Mokuba didn't ask.

"Later." Pegasus gave him a dark-sparkling look. "Just know that Fairies are not always benevolent, and that Dorcha's are the most malicious and dangerous of all."

Yugi gave Pegasus a sidelong glance. "You recognize Atemu as Dorcha. Do you know him? He is the the youngest son of the queen of Dorcha."

"Yes, Fearth. Although his true name is..." Pegasus broke off. "My apologies. I know his true name because my wife gave it to me as protection against his tribe. Cyndia and his mother were close at one time."

"Would you tell me if I asked?"

"It would depend on what you would do with it." Pegasus said carefully. "I wish him no ill will. It was his father who killed Cyndia, not him."

"He has been allowed to run wild, is spoiled and uncaring of the harm he does. I would use it to bind him to a place where he could mature without harming others."

"You have not taken your name back so you speak truth. All right. His name is..." Bending low, hair swinging like a silver curtain around them, Pegasus whispered the name.

"Thank you. I will not accept the return of my name until I have redressed the balance." Yugi bowed gravely and then straightened, waving his hand towards the circle. "Let's go."

Pegasus took Mokuba's hand and led him into glowing magic. Several miles away, behind the club Ni-chome, a mirror image of the circle appeared. In less time than it took to blink Pegasus, Mokuba and Yugi stepped onto the street.

***

Atemu lifted his head and tested the air, much like a hunting hound tastes the air for prey. A slow smile curved his lips. His little love had followed him to his meeting with Seto. No matter how much he ran, Yugi was still his. He'd catch him in the end.

He ignored the pulsing music and lights and focused on the door. Seto was running late. That had never happened before. Perhaps his spell had weakened? Or maybe Yugi had interfered. He'd bet that was the case. Foolish little one - he had no reason to be jealous. Fearth had left Seto for him, and now that he knew his sweet Yugi was magical, he understood why he adored the little one so much. They would be together until his soul mate appeared, and perhaps then they would form a triad.

A commotion on the balcony overlooking the street caught his attention. Not caring if someone noticed or not he used his magic to flash across and see what was going on.

Gasps of recognition came from a couple men standing by the railing. "It's the Maybach Exelero! Who's driving it now? Didn't it go for eight million American earlier this year?"

That peaked Atemu's interest and he leaned over the balcony. Low, sleek, and utterly unique, the black car growled with chained power as it rolled to a stop in front of the club. A vaguely familiar blond slid out of the car, and in the next instant an all too familiar figure, Kaiba Seto emerged from the driver's side.

Seto ignored the stampede of valets vying for the keys and turned to the SUV pulled up behind him. At the wave of his hand two men exited the SUV. Seto tossed one the keys and nodded, making sure to say in a carrying voice "Lethal force is authorized."

The watching crowd gasped in shock, but the guards merely nodded as if it were routine for their employer to say something so outrageous. Seto ignored the car and the audience as he caught up to the waiting blond.

Jou gave him an approving smile and slid his arm around Seto's waist. "Smart. Dangerous. Hot. MINE."

"You are getting repetitive." But the brunet couldn't help the smug curve to his lips. He was could really believe the idiot might care about him.

Without the thought that they might be turned away from the crowded club, Seto ignored the rabble and forged his way up to the door. The bouncer gave him a quick look. "He's waiting for you." A slightly longer look at Jou. "He's new. Dumping the spiked guy?"

"What I do is no concern of yours." Seto's tones could have given a polar bear frostbite.

"Don't get your g'string in a twist. I can't let him in." It was true, they were already at capacity. Fire codes were a bitch. "Saved a spot for you 'cause I knew you were coming but he... can't come in. When someone leaves he'll be the first in.

Jou clenched his fists and leaned forward. "Listen ya jerk I..."

His fiance laid a calming hand on his arm but addressed the bouncer. "He goes where I go. You can explain to my cousin why I can't be here. I'll find another club for me and my fiance to... patronize. I'm sure that it will be lively in just a few minutes." Which was true. When word got out that Kaiba Seto was partying the sycophants, hangers-on, and wanna-be glitterati would follow him like mice after the pied piper. And once it was known that Ni-Chome had refused Kaiba Seto service it would become a place for has-beens.

The bouncer realized he'd just made a major mistake and immediately reversed his decision. "AH...one second. I think a spot has opened up." Without looking at who he was grabbing, he reached back and plucked the guy he'd just let in back through the door.

"Hey what da hell?" The shocked red-head yelped.

"Sorry you weren't first in line. They were." He gestured to Seto and Jou.

"Bullshit. I've been here two hours. They just arrived."

"Right, and when you arrive in an eight million dollar car you can go right to the head of the line too." Tossing the guy back into line he opened the rope and let them through. "Enjoy yourself Kaiba. Your fiance looks like he can dance."

That caused another flurry whispers that ranged from "Kaiba? THE Kaiba? to Fiance? The Kaiba has a Fiance?" Of course when they clawed their way into the club, more whispers, not just 'Kaiba and Fiance' but disbelieving gasps when Jounouchi was recognized and the moniker 'superman' flew around the room. Those who didn't know the blond's reputation were soon enlightened. Those that did were blown away by the confirmation of the rumor circulating around campus.

Seto wrapped his arm around Jou's waist - simply for guidance, not for staking a claim or anything so primitive - and led him through the throngs to Atemu's regular table. His cousin was just taking his seat. "We're here." Seto didn't bother with a greeting.

Cool eyes, more red than brown, looked at him with marked disapproval. "So I see. Late... and with such an entrance. You know better than to make a spectacle of yourself, cousin." The disapproving gaze switched to the blond at his side. "And this is?"

For a moment Seto wanted to cringe and apologize. Then a tight squeeze at his waist brought him out of that urge. "This is Jounouchi Katsuya - my fiance." He said it defiantly, as if he expected Atemu to object.

Jounouchi met the weird red eyes head on. "I've heard a lot about you Atemu. Strange though, I've only ever heard you called Atemu - I don't know your other name." He attacked. He knew there was something off about the red-eyed freak, he just had to find what.

"And I've never heard any part of your name. So you are one up one me." Atemu parried back.

coolly.

"Really? Guess you and Seto ain't that close then." Jou smiled mockingly. "Hey babe, didn't ya have ta use th' bathroom? In th' car ya said..."

Taking the hint that Jou wanted to be alone with Atemu, not sure why but curious as hell and more than a little amused by the possessiveness shown by the blond, he nodded. "Yes. I'll be right back."

"I'll go with you." Atemu started to stand only to find himself pulled back onto his stool. "What..."

"Seto's a big boy, he can go by himself. I know for a fact he can find his own - and my - dick. He don't need yours. Sit down, take a load off. I got somethin' ta talk to ya about."

The Dorcha couldn't have argued if he wanted to. Pain was radiating from the point where the blond gripped his arm, freezing him, making him incapable of drawing a breath much less following his straying toy.

When Jou saw he wasn't moving he released his grip and turned to glare at the spike-haired pedo. "I recognize ya. From the game shop, you told me about your lover - Yugi - being missing. Do you recognize me now?"

"Yes." The pain was fading but still limiting his movement. "You called me a pedophile."

"Ya are. I ain't playin' games with ya. Yer old, in yer thirties or more. You started yer nasty sex games on Seto when he was just a kid and you were in yer twenties at least. That makes ya a pedophile. Ya dumped him when he was goin' through his growth spurts. Not young enough ta attract ya anymore I bet. But his replacement was a kid too. But ya got lucky 'cause Yugi is small and childlike so you can stick with him longer. Normally I'd just turn ya over ta my dad and let the guys in prison have ya, but I can't."

"No evidence." Atemu was smug. He hadn't committed a crime so there was no evidence. Besides human courts would never touch him.

"Oh there is plenty. Seto would just have ta tell his story. But that's just it. Ya brain washed him. He doesn't know he was yer victim. He believes all that crap you told him. That yer lovers and cousins. Ya never were his lover - you were his rapist. An' I'll wear my hair like yers for a year if yer really cousins."

"You think you're clever don't you?" Atemu leaned forward, crimson eyes swirling with power and threat. "You think you have me all figured out."

"Sure as hell do. I lived on th' streets around grifters for years. Yer nothin' but a scammer. He says ya found ways t'be with them in the orphanage. I'll bet that orphanage had a volunteer or somethin' with your name. He says you followed him to his adoptive home. Yeah, well duh. Gravy there huh? You worked out a deal with someone there, I'm thinkin' old Kaiba himself. Seto's obedience and cooperation for a place to stay. That suicide was pretty damn convenient for ya wasn't it? Gettin' Seto to sign over shares - the perfect grift. 'Cause he loved you he gave you 'proof.' Which I'm sure ya asked for, not that he remembers or admits. Ya trained him well didn't ya? Oh and let’s not forget the famous dumping. Fuck, how obvious can ya get? You went to his bed - somethin' ya never did - ya stayed with him all day - same - and then ya left without tellin' him for what. He thinks he’s forgotten but I bet ya never told him. Ya were settin' him up for heartbreak, and for hope that ya would come back. I seen the con before. Yer nothin' new or special. Just another grifter."

Furious that his games were so transparent, but still in too much pain to do much Atemu hissed "You know nothing. You're just an ignorant, filthy, creature."

"Uh now I got ya pissed. Gonna kill me like ya did old Kaiba? Did he tumble on to your game or did he object to your fuckin' Seto?"

"Filthy creature. I should kill you." Atemu growled. Reaching for his magic he sent out an arrow of hate only to have it disintegrate against some shield surrounding the nosy blond. "What are you?"

"I'm th' soul mate of th' guy you've been usin' and manipulatin' fer years. Gotta question for ya though. Why didn't ya go for his brother Mokuba? Ya'd already crossed th' incest line and ya controlled his mind enough ta carry it off. Why didn't ya just go for keepin' it all in th' family? Why leave him for Yugi?"

"You really are clever and very beautiful. You've decided you want Seto? He is a prime human." Atemu assessed the blond. "What tribe are you from? I know you are not Dorcha or Carraig." It never occurred to the Fae that Jounouchi could be human. That a human could see through him so clearly.

That confused Jou for a second. Tribe? What the hell was the idiot pedo talking about? Did pedo's belong to tribes? Ignoring the probable red herring and clueless to the danger that had stopped short of hitting him, Jou continued. “I bet you were really turned off when the first growth spurt hit. What did ya do? Start lookin’ for a replacement?” Jou watched Atemu carefully for a reaction to his rapid stream of questions. “Why not the younger brother. Did you maybe start trying to put the moves on him only to be turned down?”

Atemu growled as he remembered his loss of control over his favorite puppet and snarled “He was ripe for the taking but Seto was surprisingly resistant. He actually told me no when I suggested an anointing ritual for little Mokuba. I thought he was too far in my thrall to even realize he could say the word to me. All it would have taken was a little coaxing of Mokuba, but with Seto's resistance it would have been more trouble than I wanted to deal with. Then Yugi arrived and was quite willing and very able.” He smirked. "Seto is a well trained pet. I hope you are making good use of him. Quite the little ass-slut." Shrugging, the red-eyed Fae slouched down on the table. "Oh I'm not a pedophile. Children are not my partner of choice. I prefer men shorter than I. Unfortunately the only men shorter are usually young. Pre-teen or young teens. Most are willing." The smirk twisted into something quite evil. "Seto was my most eager partner. Originally I'd contacted the family because there was a Carraig changeling in the bloodline a few generations back. I thought that it might be a home open to the Carraig I have been hunting. I stayed because he adored me so, and I knew when he was ready he would make an incredible lover."

Jou had heard enough, but more importantly... He focused on the tall form standing a few feet behind where Atemu sat. "That enough Seto? Or do you have any questions for him?"

The tall brunet walked up to the table and scooted around his ex-lover to stand next to a too smart blond. "I..." He was genuinely at a loss for words. His mind was chaotic with what Jounouchi had said, what Atemu had admitted to. He couldn't form a coherent thought, the world was spinning and tilting on it's axis. "I..." He focused on the familiar gaze of his cousin. To his shock, the russet brown eyes had changed to a swirling crimson. There was something hypnotic and repulsive, completely alien, about those eyes. "Your eyes... are red?"

Atemu jerked like he'd been hit with a cattle prod. He knew that only someone completely free of his fairy glamour could see his true self - including his inhuman eyes. "I'm wearing contacts. Cool huh?"

"No." Seto shook his head. "And they... are much too realistic. You look like a demon." With a deep breath he sat down. "So you aren't my cousin? That's good because my self-disgust over being involved with a blood relative almost choked me at times." A cold smile crossed his lips. "And since the proviso on the stocks you have is that you are a relative of mine - the stocks are not yours either. I'll call my lawyer in the morning - yes he works Saturday."

Atemu was glaring with murder swirling in the depths of his gaze. Jounouchi was moving to intercept the attack he felt coming, when suddenly the smaller man's eyes softened. "Does it matter Seto? After all we've been to each other? Does it really matter?"

Jou felt a surge of heat, his armband almost burning his skin, and he could tell that Seto felt the same when he suddenly grabbed his own armband. It faded almost immediately, and a pained whimper from Atemu took his attention from the bands.

"Pfft. Of course it matters. Stock is for family only. You are not family so..." Seto shrugged., acting as if he didn't hear the sound. "But for old time's sake I'll not request the dividends paid to you be returned."

Atemu clutched his middle and tried to breathe. He'd used his most persuasive and powerful magic, his voice of power, to influence Seto. Instead of being enthralled, his power had actually rebounded back at him, piercing him like shards of flaming ice. He'd never felt anything like it. The blond, Jounouchi Katsuya was good - and very powerful. He would ask his mother to step in if things did not change soon. "Very kind." Atemu rasped.

"Don't mention it." Seto smiled coldly. "We have a message to you from Yugi."

That made him forget all his pain. His beloved Yugi, magical being and lover had sent him a message. "What did he say?"

"He congratulated us on our betrothal, gave us gifts, and asked us to tell you that he would not see you again in this lifetime That is a quote."

"Gifts?" Atemu snarled. "Why would he give you gifts? Did you steal what was meant for me?" Leaning forward aggressively he growled "Where are they?"

Unperturbed, in fact highly amused, Seto held out his arm to display the band. "Jou and I have matching armbands. He gave Jou a similar belt buckle and myself a tie tack and cuff links." He hesitated just long enough to smirk "Matching of course."

Atemu noticed the arm bands for the first time. They practically glowed with power. How had he not seen them before? He realized then that it wasn't Jounouchi's power but Yugi who was repudiating his magic. His little love was highly skilled and exceptionally powerful. Pride and anticipation filled him. It was a good match. In fact he was beginning to think it might be a fated match. Yugi could be Airdin... his betrothed soul mate. He couldn't wait to find Yugi and truly test his theor and match their skills. Scenting the air again, he could sense his love nearby. Yes, he couldn't wait, and it would be very soon. "Ah, well, Seto and...er... Jounknickers if we are done here I'll be on my way."

Jou shrugged and looked at Seto. Seto was staring into the middle-distance contemplatively. "Oh we're not done Atemu. I owe you... for everything you've done to me. But you may leave now if you like. Be sure to pay for your own drinks though. I won't."

Atemu glared for a moment then shrugged. "I think I'll stay for a few minutes. I am enjoying the music." He said it just to annoy the two. They were much to smug in their happiness. If there was one thing a Dorcha Fae could not stand it was a smug human.

"Suit yourself. We're going to dance." Seto slid from his stool, pulling Jou up with him.

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