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Pressure	By : StarlitKoneko Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note; this is no longer three chapters long.  I'll shoot for four but, who knows?

I woke the next morning to an empty bed and turned over to find a change of clothes lying on the desk beside me.  When I pulled my drowsy body to an upright position and reached for the shirt which lay on top, it unfolded to reveal a shopping tag hanging from the sleeve with the price half torn off.  I gave it a queer smile then observed the shirt itself.  It was a deep green tee with a black, tribal-esque dragon diagonally across the front.  I tore the tag from the sleeve and slipped it on, admiring the comfortable fit.  Beneath the tee had been a simple enough pair of dark blue jeans (also brand new) and white-and-light-blue boxers.  I blushed as I slipped the latter on; even if we were sleeping together, the thought of someone else buying my underwear was embarrassing.  When I stepped into the jeans I found they were a little tight, but not uncomfortably so.  Last in the pile was a light black pullover that hung baggily about my frame and opened down the front just enough to show the top of the dragon on my new tee.  I reached beneath my shirt and pulled my dog-tags to the front, then bunched up the hoodie sleeves to prevent them from covering my wrists.

"Morning, pup," an oddly cheery voice came from the door.  I jumped slightly, not having heard it open, then relaxed and hung my head slightly.  He held a mug in one hand (coffee or tea, it was difficult to say) and some paperwork in the other.  "Sleep well?"

His tail waved behind him contentedly, I noted, and it made me smile.  "Yeah, better than usual, in fact."

"Glad to hear it," though he was being sincere, there was a distance to his voice that comforted me.  It was nice to know that even though he was in a good mood, he was still focusing on work first thing in the morning.

He crossed to a desk on the far side of the room and set the papers down, logging into his computer with one trained hand while sipping his morning drink with the other.  I approached the desk and he turned to give me probably the most sincere smile I'd ever seen. He leaned forward and offered me a soft kiss, then pulled away and licked his smirking lips.  I looked away as I felt myself blush, slipping my hands into my pockets timidly.

Seto pulled the chair from its place beneath the desk and sat down to continue typing.  He set his mug aside (it was coffee) and went to work as though I wasn't even there.  I looked to the door, which he'd left open.

"Is Mokuba back yet?"

"Hm?" he glanced up at me, then back to his screen.  "Oh, yeah. He's around here somewhere."

I thought about asking where he'd stayed last night, but decided I didn't care.  My stomach rumbled lowly and I blushed again as he smirked up at me.  Taking the focus off myself, I asked, "How did you sleep, Seto?"

His ears faulted against his head then twitched as he looked away with a stubborn blush.  "Fine."

"Just fine?" I taunted, petting him gently.  I leaned over and added quietly, "you went out like a light."

His shoulders tensed and his tail began swishing angrily against the chair.  "I was exhausted."

His voice was a low growl but I heard it well enough.  I removed my hand from his head and turned to walk away.  "I'll bet you were."

I made it to the door before he spoke again, "Katsuya?"

I paused and looked back, "yeah, Seto?"

He turned in the chair to face me and was smiling again, "they look good on you.  The clothes, that is."

I blushed and looked down, realizing I'd forgotten to say thank you.  Instead, I asked, "you think so?"

His smile faded and his tail waved thoughtfully.  "Yeah."

He began to turn around again but I called his name and he looked back.  I walked back, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to claim his lips in a firm kiss.  He relaxed into it and parted his lips slightly so I eased my tongue into his mouth.  He let out a small, appreciative moan and rested one hand on the back of my neck before returning the affection.  When we parted, he looked at me expectantly; I smiled and stared back sincerely as I could.

"Thank you.  I love them."

He blushed and tried to adopt his usual look of indifference.  "You didn't have to say that."

"You're right," I grinned, "I said it 'cuz I meant it…" I paused for thought before adding, "Though the trousers are a little small."

His lips parted in a devious smirk.  "Are they?" he gazed at my lower body almost hungrily then reached out and firmly grasped my butt.  I let out a small yelp of surprise and he glanced up, seeming very amused.  He slid his hand down the slight curve of my backside and trailed his fingertips along my toned thighs.  He commented absently, "I think they fit just right," then seamlessly removed his hand from my body and returned to his computer.

I let out a small laugh as I came to realize he'd bought this size on purpose then lightly touched his neck before walking to the door again.

I left the room without a word; I'd never spent the night there before but he would have said something if he didn't want me to go.  I looked down the hall, observing the numerous doors, all of which were closed but one.  Light pooled into the hall from the open door and I recalled that was Mokuba's room.  Having never been in there before, I headed toward it curiously.  My stomach gave a protesting growl, this one louder than before, but I ignored it and continued on my way.

Though the door was open, Mokuba was nowhere to be found.  The room itself looked like a more compact version of Seto's bedroom, though it was still very large for a preteen.  The bed wasn't made (despite not having been slept in the previous night) and one of the folding doors to the closet was propped open.  From what I could see, there were two storage bins stacked in the corner and a wide, three-drawer rolling storage unit beside them.  His yellow vest was hung up next to his red and orange shirt and a few other tops.  The door was blocking the rest of the view but I wasn't really interested in Mokuba's wardrobe.  I stepped further into the room and noticed a large dresser against the wall near the door.  Atop the dresser stood a proud, wooden vanity; in front of the mirror lay a horsehair brush with loose strands of black hair splaying from its bristles.  I chuckled softly and looked around some more, spotting an antique chest next to the bedside table.  My tail twitched curiously and I decided it was time to leave before I imposed on his privacy.  Before I could turn around his distinct voice piped up from behind me.

"Hey, Katsu-nii!"

I resisted the automatic urge to jump in surprise and turned to offer him a nervous smile.  "Hey, Mokuba.  Sorry about coming in here without asking."

"Oh, it's no big deal," he shrugged, "Seto does it all the time."

I watched as he walked to the vanity and picked up the brush to clean it, dropping the stray hair into a wastebasket beside the bureau before discarding the brush in the top drawer.  My hunger made itself known once more and the child's ears perked up as he gazed at me with large, black eyes.  I couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry, again," I winked and pointed over my shoulder like a hitchhiker, "I haven't had breakfast yet."

He nodded slowly, lips curling into a smirk and tail waving mischievously.  "I'll bet you haven't," he mused, heading back out the door before I could retort.  "Come with me, we'll get you something to eat."

When we got to the kitchen, Mokuba dragged a step-stool over to the coffee pot and poured a fresh mug, handing it to me.  "It's still hot," he said, grinning, then fetched the creamer after showing me where the sugar was kept.  I didn't bother telling him I wasn't big on coffee, it was too amusing watching him run around.  He set the creamer next to me and propped his elbows up on the counter, resting his head in his hands.  Not once did his tail cease to wave.  "Do you like the clothes my brother bought for you?"

My arm jolted, causing some sugar to spill from the spoon and miss my cup.  Mokuba chuckled.

"He bought it before he came to pick me up," he explained.  "I think he wanted to go early so people wouldn't see him, you know?  Seto would never wear something like that, and it's all too big for me, so someone might have guessed he was buying clothes for someone else.  Seto wouldn't like that, I'll bet.  He doesn't have friends or do favors for people so it would be real suspicious if he was caught buying clothes for someone else."

I allowed Mokuba to rant as I cleaned up the spilled sugar and continued preparing my coffee.  I sipped it once and growled at it for being too bitter, which Mokuba found amusing.  He then hopped down from his stool and went to the fridge, listing off my breakfast options.  My mind wandered and I thought about my cellphone.

I asked Mokuba to set out ingredients for an omelet, explaining that I'd forgotten something in Seto's car and would be right back.  He chuckled again and removed a carton of eggs from the fridge.

"It's your phone, right?"  the observant child asked.  "He took it out this morning.  Not sure what he did with it, though."

I suddenly felt tense as well as mildly ill.  Seto wouldn't invade my privacy, would he?  Then again, if he had been spying on my texts like I thought, this would be a much easier way to do so… but he was smarter than that.  If he read my messages before I did, there'd be no way to hide it.  I must have paled because Mokuba suddenly looked concerned as he continued removing items from the fridge.

"If you're that worried about it, just go ask him," he said plainly.  "Though you should probably eat first; you don't look so well."

I nodded slowly, really wanting my phone but knowing how poorly I functioned on an empty stomach.  I pushed my worries aside as well as I could and returned to the counter.

"Woah~," Mokuba cooed over my plate, "that looks really good!  Where did you learn to cook, Katsu-nii?"

I gave him a half-smile, not wanting to expose a child to my upbringing.  I lied, "I just sort of picked it up."

He returned my comment with a look of disbelief then shrugged it off.  "Well, whatever.  Can I try a bite?"

"Mokuba," a scolding voice came from the dining room entrance.  Black ears folded down and all but disappeared into plush, raven-colored hair.  I sat down and began eating before Seto even reached the table.

"It's not that great, actually," I commented, cutting a bit with my fork and offering it to the child.  "Guess it's 'cuz I'm not familiar with your kitchen."

Mokuba looked at the fork, shifted his eyes toward Seto, then to me.  I smiled and nodded my approval.

"Are you crazy?"  he commented after taking the bite.  "That's the best omelet I ever had!"

I laughed and continued eating, waiting for Seto to sit down or even speak.  When he didn't, Mokuba looked up at him.

"What's wrong big brother?  Why are you so quiet?"

A pause, followed by a sigh, "Mokuba, I need to talk to Katsuya… alone.  Could you go upstairs?"

One soft, black ear cocked to the side; the other twitched.  "Okay, Seto…"

The child offered me a wave but no audible goodbye before disappearing from the room.  I looked up and watched Seto's brown ears rotate like a satellite searching for a signal.  My own blonde, dog-ears lifted and honed in on the sound of footsteps padding up the stairs.  When Mokuba was presumably out of earshot, Seto pulled a chair out and sat down.  He removed something from his pocket and placed it on the table; when he moved his hand away it was revealed to be my cellphone.  I stopped in mid-bite and pushed my plate aside, picking up the small device without taking my eyes from him.  He leaned back in the chair nonchalantly.

"Why so suspicious, pup?"  he gave an indifferent nod toward the device I now held.  "It died in the car last night.  I charged it for you.  Never even turned it on."

I looked down and held the phone's disconnect button.  Sure enough, it powered on and I felt a wave of both relief and guilt.  When it reached the background and began load the messages, it seemed to take longer than usual and – for a moment – I held my breath.  Then the alert popped up, two new messages now, and when I checked my inbox everything else was as I'd left it.

Though I was eager to read what Yuugi had said (both messages were from him), I pocketed the phone and resumed my breakfast.  Seto sat in his chair, still leaning back and eyeing me with some kind of contempt.  Finally, I sighed, "I'm sorry."

He leaned forward and held out his hand; I put down my fork and took it.  His expression told me he was thinking quite seriously, and I grew nervous wondering what his thoughts might contain.  This time, he sighed.

"I don't know why you think you can't trust me, Katsuya, but it's really starting to hurt.  You're the only person other than Mokuba that I've ever showed my nicer side to, yet you're still on edge around me.  Haven't I done enough to prove that this isn't a game to me?  That I'm not out to hurt you, and I actually mean it when I say 'I love you'?"

I felt my jaw hang loosely open, most likely making me look stupid, but what other reaction was there to something like that?  Seto Kaiba does not behave this way, Seto Kaiba is not open about his feelings.  I closed my mouth, swallowed hard, and glanced toward my pocket.  If there was ever a time to bring up the thing I didn't like about our relationship, that was it.  I encased his hand with both of mine now and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry my behavior upset you, Seto," I said sincerely, "I love you, and I believe that you love me too.  I haven't doubted that once.  It's just…" my voice slipped away and I looked aside to compose myself.  He brought his free hand to my face and touched me gently.  When I glanced back, he was smiling.  I cleared my throat and continued before I could change my mind, "I just can't stand keeping it a secret anymore!"

His eyes widened, then narrowed, and his hand slipped from my face.  His smile had become a thin line and the hand in between mine twitched as though he'd tried pulling it away.  I held my grip and shook my head.

"You knew I didn't like it from the start, but I agreed because I didn't want to lose you before I knew what having you was like," I felt my heart beat faster but I was completely taken by emotion now and couldn't stop, "and I don't regret that one bit.  Being with you is great … I feel safer and happier every day, and even though you didn't say 'I love you' back the first time I said it, you didn't turn me away either, and I knew you'd say it when you were ready… and it was worth the wait because when you did say it I knew you meant it, but I also knew that was it.  You made me make a promise to you that day, remember?"

His eyes were focused as he (hopefully) processed what I was saying.  Slowly, he nodded and no longer tried to pull his hand away.

"What was it, Seto?" I pried.  "I remember, but do you?"

His ears lay back on his head tiredly.  "I remember," I think he expected me to continue, but I shook my head and waited.  He sighed and placed his other hand over mine.  "I made you promise to stay with me forever."

I nodded, lifting my ears hopefully, "that's right, and I said I would.  I promised, Seto, just like you asked."

His hand was now rubbing mine absently.  I loosened my grip and laced our fingers together.  He glanced at our hands considerately then returned his eyes to mine.  "I know you did, pup, and I know what you're going to say: 'we can't keep it a secret forever.', but I have things riding on my reputation.  My company, for one, and Mokuba," he shook his head gravely, "I managed to get around the rules regarding my age because I can provide for him, but if child services found out I was in a same-sex relationship, they would consider me unfit to raise a child."

I listened intently and understood the importance of what he said, but I still wasn't ready to give up.  "Alright, so we can't go public until you're old enough to be legally recognized as Mokuba's guardian, right?"

He nodded wearily as he sensed I had more to say.  I smiled as comfortingly as I could and leaned across the table to kiss him lightly.  He was hardly in the mood to return the kiss, but he didn't reject me either.

"I understand, Seto," I said once I was seated again, "really, I do.  I'm sorry I never looked at it that way before… but, if I knew I could trust someone not to tell, could I at least share it with them?"

"You mean your friends," he said pointedly.  I lowered my head defensively, knowing what he'd say next, "are you sure you can trust them?"

I tensed but bit back any harsh words that might have escaped.  Starting an argument would cause unfixable problems and I wasn't about to do that. "I can trust Yuugi.  If I ask him to, he won't even tell the others."

Seto nodded in a surprisingly agreeable fashion, "I believe that, but he hates lying even more than you, I'm sure.  What good would it do to have another person itching to out us?"

"He's got more self-control," I explained, "and he'd never do anything to hurt me.  Besides," I turned away and felt my face warm with a blush, "I need to know that he's okay with it."

Seto's ears perked up.  "What if he isn't?"

"Then I'd have a choice to make, wouldn't I?"  I asked, quickly shaking my head and turning back to him.  "No, because I made a promise.  If Yuugi doesn't support us, I can't be friends with him anymore."

Seto leaned back in his chair.  "You're really serious about this, pup?" I nodded slowly; he mimicked the gesture then punctuated it with a sigh, "alright.  I know how much your friends mean to you, especially Yuugi.  If you're willing to put that on the line, I don't think I can stop you."

I debated telling him he could, very easily, but I didn't want him to know he had that kind of control over me.  (Or, if he already knew, I wasn't going to invite him to exercise it now).  He stood up and gestured for me to do the same, after which he pulled me into a warm embrace.  There was a kind of uncertainty in the way he held me, but when I returned his hold with confidence it helped him to relax.  Before we parted, he tilted his head and kissed me firmly, running a hand down my back and along my tail when he reached it.  I allowed a soft whine to escape my throat and he hummed a satisfied response.  When we parted, he briskly touched his nose to mine then stole another quick kiss.  I was startled by the innocent ploys of affection, but he offered a smirk before walking away that reminded me he was still Seto Kaiba… just not the one that everybody knew.  This was the Seto Kaiba that once begged lowly Katsuya Jounouchi to promise him 'forever'… the Seto Kaiba whose tell-all animal features had screamed that he was in heat not twenty-four hours earlier.  These thoughts brought a stupid grin to my face.

I cleaned up after my breakfast, placing my plate and utensils in the dishwasher then hand-washing the stovetop items I'd used and lastly wiping down the counter.  When I retreated to the living room and flopped down on the couch, my phone began to ring and reminded me that I still had yet to check my messages.

"Hey, Yuuge," I remembered to read the caller ID before answering it this time.

"Jounouchi!"  he replied in a celebratory voice.  "Oh, I was so…"

"Worried?"  I grinned.  His breath caught in his throat.

"Yeah, alright," he said nervously, probably blushing.  Again my body responded to this thought and I began to wonder if I had a crush on my best friend.  "Why didn't you answer last night?"

I considered my options for replying to that and decided none of them worked, "never mind that, Yuugi.  How would you like to hang out later today?"

I could just picture his long, black ears perking up to full height.  "Really?  You mean it?"

"Yeah, why not?  I owe it to you, don't I?"

"Well, yeah, but," he fidgeted with the phone.  "Are you sure it's alright?"

"Of course it is," I looked up at the nearest wall clock; it was still early in the day.  "I don't know when I'll be free yet, let me call you back, okay, bud?"

There was a pause before he said timidly, "a…alright.  When will…"

"Don't worry, Yuugi," I demanded, "I won't forget you, I promise."

Predictable as he was, Yuugi couldn't doubt a promise.  "Okay, Jounouchi.  Talk to you later, then."

"Talk to you later," I replied, then hung up.  I drew up the messages he'd sent the night before; the first was grave: I don't know what's going on, Jounouchi, but I hope you really are alright.  Call me before you go to sleep, okay?  I need to know that you're safe…

My heart sank as I thought of what he must've felt when I didn't reply to that.  The next one was sent in the early hours of the morning, leaving me to wonder if he even slept.  Reading it gave me an answer, but it wasn't comforting:  Jounouchi, I hope you have a good reason for not honoring Aibou's request.  I know you're alright but he won't believe me and would have continued to refuse sleep if I wasn't here.  Be prepared to make this up to him.

I sighed and debated replying but shook my head and put my priorities in order.  Talking to Seto came first.
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