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Title: A Christmas to Remember 3/9
Author: Dark Temptations
Beta: Vash is my Angel
Rating: NC17 *angelic smile*
Summary: Seto Kaiba awakes the morning after his Christmas party to find himself somewhere... a little odd. He remembers the events that led up to his current predicament.
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Dark Temptations Presents
A Christmas to Remember
Chapter 3
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The day after the shopping trip that Kaiba would never forget, no matter how much he wanted to, he was finally able to return to work in his nice quiet office at Kaiba Corp.
Upon his arrival, he took exactly five minutes to simply stand in the middle of his office and stretch, relishing the feeling of freedom that came from knowing that he did not have to go shopping again that day.
His stretching done, Kaiba moved behind his desk and got started in on the mountain of work that had piled up during the day before, while he had been out with Mokuba. He never regretted putting aside his work to spend time with his little brother, but it did tend to result in a massive amount of paperwork when he returned to the office afterwards.
Fortunately, he could devote the whole day to Kaiba Corp., since all the schools in the city were still closed while they cleared up the mess left from the snowstorm two days earlier. The storm had left so much snow around the schools that it was likely they'd be closed for another few days, as well. That would make it easier for Kaiba to get enough work done to clear a few days out of his schedule to prepare for the party, as well as spend time with Mokuba over Christmas.
As Kaiba got down to work, he was only vaguely aware of the fact that his lips were curved up in a small smile and he was humming a carol to himself.
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The hours flew by and Kaiba was deeply immersed in his work when his secretary buzzed him on the intercom. "Mr Kaiba, there is a... delivery for you."
Kaiba arched an eyebrow and eyed the intercom in mild surprise, wondering why his normally brisk, efficient and serious secretary sounded as if she was trying not to laugh. "A delivery? I did not order anything." He frowned, suddenly uneasy. His uneasiness turned into mild alarm as an all-too-familiar voice came over the intercom.
"Hey Seto. Let me in. I have something for you."
Why was Duke Devlin visiting him? Business? Perhaps. They did do business with each other on occasion. As Kaiba strode to the door, he mentally braced himself for anything. Devlin's voice had sounded cheerful. That was rarely a good omen.
Opening the door to the outer office, Kaiba fully intended to tell his visitor to leave, but his intention was forgotten as he caught sight of the other teen. He suddenly understood his secretary's odd reaction.
Duke Devlin was almost completely hidden behind the largest gift basket Kaiba had ever seen. In fact, if Kaiba had to choose two words to describe it, he would say it was a ridiculously oversized gift basket. His eyebrows vanished into his hair as he stared at it, his reaction hovering between curiosity over what was in it, an instinctive revulsion at the size of it and an almost overwhelming urge to laugh.
"Devlin... what in the world is that thing and why have you brought it to my office?" Kaiba was very proud of the fact that only a faint trace of humour was in his voice.
"Let me put it on your desk and I'll tell you all about it."
Kaiba's instincts told him to say no and not allow Devlin to put that monster of a basket anywhere near his desk in case it either broke under the weight, or the basket ate it. But his curiosity got the better of him. He was almost positive that Devlin sounded a little strained, and he didn't think it was purely from carrying that wicker wonder of the world, either. He stood aside, holding open the door. "This had better be good."
Duke staggered slightly as he carried the basket through the door. "Oh it is, believe me."
Kaiba closed the door and then followed Devlin across the room to where the panting teen had just eclipsed his desk. "Where did you get that thing? More to the point, why did you bring it here? Frankly, I am surprised you were able to carry it. Not to mention getting it through the revolving door downstairs."
Duke grimaced. "Please don't remind me about that door." He shuddered theatrically, but Kaiba had a feeling that his reaction wasn't all an act. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to have a non-revolving door installed." He gave Kaiba a somewhat irritated look.
Kaiba raised an eyebrow. "There is."
"Is what?" Duke looked confused, and suddenly wary.
"A non-revolving door. It is at the rear of the building, where the office supplies are delivered." Kaiba felt no shame in enjoying the look of stunned disbelief on Devlin's face.
"Well really! You might have said something about it!" Duke hoisted himself up on Kaiba's desk and crossed his legs at the knee in an unnervingly feminine way.
Kaiba eyed Devlin's legs for a moment, then returned his attention to the other teen's eyes. "I would have, had I known that you planned to take up a new career. Although delivery boy is quite a step down for you, Devlin. That shop of yours not doing so well?" He smirked as the boy laughed.
"Honestly Seto, if I'd known this would be all the thanks I'd get for bringing you this lovely gift basket, I wouldn't have bothered with it!" His smile became seductive and just a little pouty as he gave Kaiba a sultry look that gave the brunette more than a hint as to what 'thanks' Devlin had been hoping for.
Kaiba sighed and crossed his arms, eyeing Devlin in resigned amusement. "Did you and Taylor have a fight or something?"
Duke arched an eyebrow. "No, why do you ask?" He smiled again. "Although it's nice to know you care about my relationship, Seto."
A sound very much like a snort came from Kaiba. "I do not care, particularly, but every time you two fight, you end up trying to flirt with me."
Duke looked offended, although Kaiba was almost certain it was just an act. "'Trying to'? Hey! That's perfectly good flirting you're disparaging there!"
"Perfectly good flirting that has never worked." Kaiba smirked as Devlin winced. "Thankfully, I seem to be immune to your charms." He regretted his choice of words the moment they left his lips.
Duke practically crowed in triumph. "Aha! So you admit that I have charms! Now we're getting somewhere!" He smiled at Kaiba, upping the seductiveness in his gaze by another notch.
Kaiba sighed and shook his head. "No, we are not." He paused as something occurred to him. As a test of his suspicion, he moved closer to the basket and tried to peer inside it. "What is in this thing, anyway?"
Duke smiled and moved his leg slightly, running it up over Kaiba's hip and back down again. "Oh, just a few little things I thought you might like. Merry Christmas, Seto."
Kaiba eyed him thoughtfully, his suspicion almost confirmed. "I see. Although if they are only 'a few little things' then I fail to see why you needed such a large basket for them."
Duke's smile dimmed for just a heartbeat. If Kaiba hadn't been watching closely, he would have missed it. "I just wanted you to see how... large my... regard... is for you." He rubbed his leg over Kaiba's hip again and leaned forward slightly, the perfect picture of a boy who wanted something badly. "So are you going to thank me properly for my gift?"
Kaiba's lips twitched into a small smile. "Thank you, Devlin. As it happens, I have a Christmas present for you, also. I was going to give it to you at my Christmas party, next week. However, if you would prefer me to have it delivered in a gift basket, I am sure my secretary could arrange it." He lifted his hand and started to pull on the red ribbon holding the dark red cellophane closed so it obscured the contents of the gift basket.
Duke's hand flew to catch hold of Kaiba's. He smiled at him as he drew Kaiba's hand to his mouth, then softly kissed the back of it. "Such a hurry. I'm honoured. But why don't you wait a little while, hmm? After all, it's not Christmas yet. Presents aren't supposed to be opened before the big day."
Kaiba smiled back at Devlin and removed his hand from the other teen's, then lightly caressed his cheek. As the boy's eyes went wide in shock, Kaiba leaned down slightly, putting his mouth to Devlin's ear and whispering softly. "So that is why you are flirting with me. You do not wish me to open this, do you?" As he spoke, his other hand took advantage of Devlin's distraction and tugged on the ribbon.
The cellophane fell open with a crackle that caught Devlin's wandering attention. He winced. "Just when I thought I was finally getting to you." He smiled weakly as Kaiba smirked at him before turning to look in the basket.
Kaiba stared at the contents, his eyebrows doing another vanishing act into his hair. A fairly common occurrence when in Devlin's presence. He slowly turned and eyed the other teen in shock. "Do I want to know why you have given me... whatever this stuff is?"
Duke relaxed and grinned at him. "You mean to tell me that you don't know what it is? None of it?" He snickered. "Man, Seto, I knew you hadn't dated for a while but I had no idea you were *that* inexperienced in... the delights of the flesh!" He said it with a dramatic flair, his arms spreading out in an expansive gesture.
The recipient of the dramatic gesture sighed. "If you tell me to come into your arms, I am going to call security." He turned back to the basket, taking stock of the contents.
Contrary to Devlin's belief, Kaiba wasn't completely inexperienced. But his experience certainly hadn't included anything like the items Devlin had presented him with. Half a dozen small bottles of cinnamon flavoured lube, three jars of gingerbread flavoured body paint, another half dozen even smaller bottles of peppermint flavoured massage oil, a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, a couple of sex books, and a pair of red satin boxers. The boxers were the most tasteful item in the whole basket. Or rather, the most tasteful of the items that Kaiba could see in the basket. Those items were only on the top and there seemed to be something beneath them.
As he reached into the basket, Kaiba wasn't surprised to find Devlin's hand grabbing his again. He looked at the other teen and arched an eyebrow. "What is in here that you do not wish me to see?"
Duke winced and then dropped his hand, sighing heavily. "Damn. You caught me. I was really hoping you wouldn't open it until after I left."
His curiosity now thoroughly aroused, and despite the basket's contents and Devlin's attempt at flirtation it was the only part of him that was, Kaiba tweaked the boxers aside so he could see what Devlin was so anxious for him not to see. He blinked and stared at the item revealed in disbelief. "A pound of traditional English Plum Pudding?" He slowly turned to look questioningly at Devlin.
Duke sighed again. His leg slipped off his knee and he suddenly bore a striking resemblance to a naughty schoolboy as he hunched over, his legs swinging a little. "I hope you like pudding."
"Considering that it was two pounds of pudding that broke my limousine windscreen yesterday, I cannot honestly say that I am overly fond of it right at this moment." Kaiba started to pull the covering items out of the basket, his disbelief growing as he began to realise why the basket was so large.
"Two pounds? So *that's* what happened to it!" Devlin's startled exclamation drew Kaiba's attention away from the large number of puddings he had just discovered lurking in the bottom of the basket.
"All right, Devlin. What do you know about that pudding?" Kaiba frowned at the other boy. "While you are telling me that, you can also tell me why you have given me so many of these things! There must be at least two dozen here!"
"Thirty, actually." Duke smiled sheepishly in response to Kaiba's stunned look.
Kaiba rubbed the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache forming. Moving to his chair, he sank into the soft leather and allowed himself a soft sigh. "All right, Devlin. You have five minutes to tell me everything."
Duke slipped off Kaiba's desk and started pacing back and forth across the room as he began to talk. "Well, it all started when this wretched delivery van made a wrong delivery to my house, yesterday morning. Before I knew what was going on, he'd unloaded in my driveway and was driving away so fast anyone watching would have thought he'd just robbed a bank or something. When I saw what he'd left behind, I couldn't blame him for making a fast exit." He sighed and paused in his pacing, turning to give Kaiba a resigned look. "It was pudding, Seto. Traditional English plum pudding. A lot of it."
Kaiba arched an eyebrow. "Define 'a lot'."
Duke sighed again. "One hundred and seventy-three pounds."
At first, Kaiba was sure he'd misheard. But the look on the other teen's face made him realise he hadn't. He winced at the thought of so much pudding. "I see. So why did you not simply call the delivery company and inform them of the mistake?"
"I tried that. But the woman I spoke to refused to believe that such a mistake had been made. She insisted that the only delivery of anything like that on their books had been one hundred and seventy-five pounds. Five, not three. She then told me that I was mistaken and it can't have been their delivery truck." Duke resumed his pacing, his voice moving into agitated-rant mode. "By the time she was done, it was clear that she thought someone had dumped some pudding on me and I was trying to get rid of it any way I could. She thought I was trying to con them into taking it off my hands. Which is true, except that it was no con. It was her company that did the dumping in the first place!"
Kaiba winced. "So what did you say to her?" He knew Devlin too well to believe that the hotheaded teen would simply let someone say that to him.
Duke stopped pacing again and turned to smile at Kaiba. It was a smile of such pure angelic serenity that it sent an icy chill writhing up the brunette's spine.
"I calmly asked her to thank the delivery driver for the one hundred and seventy-three pounds of free pudding he had given me, since, because I hadn't ordered it and she insisted that it hadn't been her company who had delivered it, then I was under no legal obligation to pay the invoice that had been attached to it. I added a wish of good luck to her, for explaining the situation to both her boss and the irate customer who hadn't received his pudding yesterday and who was, no doubt, wondering what had happened to it."
Kaiba couldn't help himself. He snickered. "How did she respond?"
Duke grinned. "She didn't get a chance to. She got a call on the other line and put me on hold. I've been entertaining myself picturing the irate customer being on the line and the woman getting a good tongue lashing over the non-delivery of his pudding." His grin widened. "Then her returning to my call, steeling herself to make a very humble apology, only to find that I'd hung up on her."
Kaiba snickered again. "Leaving her with an unsatisfied customer and no way to reclaim the pudding that had been delivered to you."
Duke nodded, still grinning. "The only way they can find me is the delivery driver, who may or may not have made a note about my address. So I'm planning on getting rid of the pudding quickly."
He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and flicked it through the air to Kaiba. "It's an invitation to my Christmas party, Friday night. I've invited one hundred and forty-four of my closest friends and business associates."
Kaiba arched an eyebrow at Devlin. "That seems like a rather precise number."
Duke nodded, smiling innocently. "It is. I'll be giving out Christmas gifts. One pound of pudding per person, with the exception of you, since I've already given you thirty pounds."
"Very considerate of you," Kaiba replied with a wry grimace.
Duke grinned at him. "Yes, it is, isn't it?"
As Kaiba sighed and shook his head, Duke continued. "Oh, and it's semi-formal so expect lots of boring business talk." He frowned. "You'd think that since we're in the games industry the talk would actually be about games, at least once in a while, wouldn't you?"
Kaiba snorted. "No, that would make too much sense for some of our contemporaries."
Duke snickered. "Anyway, tell Mokuba that if he wants to come for the food he's more than welcome and I'll open the games room for him and the others." He rolled his eyes. "At least someone will have fun that way, even if it won't be me."
"Or myself." Kaiba sighed, knowing that he would most likely be cornered by someone very boring as soon as he arrived. It happened at every business function or semi-formal party he attended.
"Maybe we'll be able to sneak out at some point. There might be a bit of talk, of course, but I think your reputation would survive, and mine would probably thrive, on whatever gossip was spread about us." He winked at Kaiba, who arched an eyebrow in response.
"I believe it is considered bad manners to sneak out of one's own party, Devlin."
Duke grinned. "No one has ever said I was polite. 'Charming', yes, 'good'," his grin took on a wicked slant, "definitely, but never 'polite'."
Kaiba smiled ever so slightly. "Somehow, that does not surprise me."
Duke laughed. "So you'll come to my party?"
It took Kaiba only a few seconds to mentally run through his schedule. "I have some free time on Friday night, although I am not sure about Mokuba. He mentioned something a few days ago about a sleepover at a friend's house. I believe it is next week, though."
Duke nodded. "Don't worry about calling to confirm if he's coming or not, I don't need to know for the catering or anything. My secretary always orders enough food for twice the number of guests that are invited." He grinned. "Since Joey's coming, that should be just about enough."
Kaiba smirked and pretended that his heart hadn't almost jolted out of his chest at the news that the blonde teen would be there. "Possibly."
Duke laughed and Kaiba was mildly surprised, and amused, to see that he was already at the door. "I'll see you on Friday then. Enjoy the pudding!"
As the teen opened the door, there was one thing Kaiba could not resist asking. "Devlin, before you go... Why did you not just buy another two puddings and tell the woman it was one hundred-and seventy-five pounds after all?"
Duke arched an eyebrow at Kaiba. "Are you serious? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find two pounds of traditional English plum pudding in this city? Especially at this time of year."
As Duke left, Kaiba couldn't help but think that he hadn't had any trouble with it. Although, in all fairness, he hadn't really found two pounds of pudding. Two pounds of pudding had found him.
Not to mention the thirty pounds of pudding that Devlin had just stuck him with.
Kaiba eyed the large gift basket thoughtfully, wondering if there was anyone he could pass it on to.
tbc
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