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Katsuya's Adventures in Wonderland

The King of Hearts

Katsuya looked around nervously, wringing his hands as Yuugi clutched onto his skirt. Neither of them had ever met the king (Yuugi because he kept mostly to himself, Katsuya because he wasn't from Wonderland), so they were both a little anxious. It didn't help that every time they passed a servant or a guard, they began whispering.

They couldn't believe they even got inside the castle, but apparently Yami had gone ahead and told the guards they were coming. Now they were just nervously following the directions the guards had given them. Coming to a stop in front of two huge doors, they glanced around for where they were supposed to go next. They nearly shrieked when someone darted past them to slam his hand against the door.

Bakura turned triumphantly, smirking. "Ha! I win!"

"You're a hare, Bakura." Marik scowled at him. "You've always been faster than me."

"Don't do that!" Yuugi squealed, clutching his chest. "Jeez! Give me a heart attack!"

The two looked at them in surprise, then smiled. Bakura chuckled softly. "Our bad. Didn't mean to scare you. Let's go."

"In there? With the king?" Katsuya asked hesitantly. He didn't remember much—he'd only read the book once, in fifth grade because he had to—but he remembered that the Queen of Hearts had been very, very mean. Who was to say the King of Hearts wasn't just like that?

"Don't worry; the king will love you!" Marik cooed, then offered him his arm and smirked. "M'lady."

"I'll fucking 'm'lady' you!" the blond hissed, glaring at him. He squeaked as the man hooked arms with him and led him toward the door as Bakura kicked it open. "Marik-!"

Marik grinned and pulled him into the throne room. "Calm down, Katsuya."

Katsuya found his mouth snapping shut as he saw just who exactly was on the throne; a whimper escaped his lips. He was gonna get his head chopped off for sure.

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Seto looked up as he heard the door burst open, frowning, and immediately recognized Bakura and Marik. Bakura had always been an evil looking hare, and Marik was hard to miss with that stupid green hat. His eyes, however, were immediately drawn to the blond the mad hatter was dragging toward him.

Well, the boy certainly didn't look feisty. He looked more frightened than anything, trying to hide behind Marik and make himself the smallest target possible. Then again, Mokuba and Yami had informed him that he was quite intimidating sometimes, especially when he was doing paperwork—apparently he was quite irritable when he was doing it. He hoped he didn't frighten him away as he stood, walking down the few steps to meet them.

Bakura got to him first, shaking his hand and looking around absently. "Hey, Seto…"

"Yes? Ah, I see you like your gift," the brunet replied, smirking slightly when he found the hare wearing the necklace he'd sent him.

"Yeah…" The albino looked up at him, ears perking up slightly. "I was told there was a white rabbit here."

Seto blinked at him for a moment, then scowled. "Oh my God, you're horny already."

"YES, I'M HORNY," he replied loudly, glaring at him, before throwing his hands up in frustration. "I'm a hare, Seto! I like sex!"

The brunet growled softly before stating, "If you can find him, you can introduce yourself to him. If he wants nothing to do with you, you have to leave him be."

Bakura seemed content with that as he nodded amiably. "Yeah. Okay."

"Oh, but don't try to—" Seto began to add, only to find himself talking to thin air. He blinked for a moment, then turned to Marik. "I suppose you'll be off then, too."

Marik smiled. "You know me so well." And suddenly he found himself alone with the blond and a miniature, cute Yami.

He stared at them for a few moments before smiling slightly. "Well, I've never seen you two before. And what are your names?"

The blond immediately looked distrustful, eyes narrowing skeptically. The feline fidgeted anxiously. "Um… I'm Yuugi."

"Aibou!" Yami appeared out of nowhere to grab him tightly. "I thought you'd never get here!"

"Aaaahhhh see what I mean?" Yuugi exclaimed, looking up at the blond, before he disappeared just long enough to escape the other feline's arms and take off running.

Yami frowned and took chase. "Aibou, come back! Aibou! Aibou!"

Seto watched them go, then turned his attention to the blond again, offering him his hand. "And may I know the name of a delightful young man such as yourself?"

The other teen still looked skeptical, and more than a little suspicious, but placed his hand in his nonetheless. "Jounouchi Katsuya."

"Jounouchi Katsuya." The brunet bent down slightly and lifted his hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of it, then glanced back up at him through his lashes. "A beautiful name for an equally beautiful person."

"Blaaaagh!" Katsuya yanked his hand back, looking horrified. "What the hell are you trying to pull, Kaiba?"

Seto raised an eyebrow and stood up straight. "I don't know who this 'Kaiba' is, but I'm not pulling anything."

The blond scowled at him. "I'm not calling you Seto, you prick! And I don't believe you! You're probably just doing this to trick me so you can make fun of me!"

"I assure you, Katsuya, that I would never do that to you," the taller boy replied, frowning.

The younger teen growled and crossed his arms. "You would and I'm not letting you have a chance to pull your mean tricks, you jerk! I'm just here for Ryou and then we're going home!" So saying, he turned around and began to march away, off to go find Ryou.

Smirking at the blond's audacity, Seto slid an arm around his waist and yanked him back up against him, making him gasp softly in surprise. "I don't think so, Katsuya.After all, I'm the king… and you are my guest."

"W-w-what the hell are you trying to pull, moneybags!" Katsuya grabbed at his arm and began struggling, grunting as he tried to yank his arm away—but it was like a freaking vice! "Let me go, moneybags!"

The brunet chuckled softly and used his free hand to grab the other boy's chin firmly, making him look back. "You obviously have no manners, being so rude to the king, Katsuya. Perhaps we should… remedy that."

He didn't like the way that sounded. He didn't like it at all!

"No! Prick! Just let me go, damn it!" When just pulling at his arm didn't work, the younger teen snarled and stomped on his foot—hard. "Fucking asshole!"

Seto grunted softly in pain and released him in favor of getting his feet to safety. "Ouch!"

Katsuya turned back toward him and scowled, gripping his hands into fists. "Now tell me where Ryou is, or I'll belt you!"

'Feisty, indeed.' The brunet raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised by the amount of spunk the boy had—especially since he was wearing a dress. His other brow arched up to match the first one as he heard a loud growl, and the blond blushed and covered his stomach, looking away from him quickly. "…I don't suppose you had much to eat at Bakura's unbirthday, then?"

The blond huffed and crossed his arms, looking away from him quickly. "Not that it's any of your business, but I had plenty to eat! I'm… I'm just a growing guy, that's all!"

Seto hummed softly, nodding a little, but he was almost certain that the other boy had finished growing for quite some time. "Of course."

"Are you mocking me, moneybags?" Katsuya snapped, spinning to glare at him again.

"Not at all." Smiling a little, the brunet tilted his head. "I was just wondering if I could invite you to join me for dinner without you trying to rip my head off."

He wanted to say no, really. He probably would have, too, except then his stomach lurched and growled in complaint, demanding food and soon. Covering his stomach again, he blushed a little more and glanced off to the side. "…I guess eating with you wouldn't be too much trouble." Remembering the unbirthday cake he'd eaten, he looked back up at him quickly, frowning. "But I want to make my own food."

Seto raised his eyebrows again, surprised and just a little offended. "Are you suggesting that my cooks aren't exemplary? That I'd eat anything less than perfect?"

"No," Katsuya retorted, scowling again. "I just don't want to eat something like Bakura's stupid unbirthday cake! Gave me a stomachache!"

"Bakura and Marik can't cook," the brunet replied, rolling his eyes. "I can't believe you actually ate their food. …Marik's unbirthday cake was bright blue."

"Bakura's was green, and I figured it was because he was a hare. I didn't think it was because they'd dumped everything in their kitchen in it!" The blond placed his hands on his hips, glaring at him. "You act as if I should know better, you prick, when I hadn't ever met them before!"

The king blinked at him for a moment, just observing him, before he smiled again. "I'm sure you'd like to freshen up a little."

Katsuya really wanted to say no, wanted to deny him, but being clean sounded really good. He had, after all, brushed through grass and fluffy trees and had ended up on the ground quite a few times. He felt dirty, and he was tired of wearing the stupid dress.

Sighing, he looked down at his feet and nodded as he crossed his arms. "Yeah."

"Good." Seto motioned with his hand for someone to come, and the blond was surprised to find a bright pink canine wearing a black maid's dress trotting up to them. "Show Katsuya to a guest room so he can get cleaned up, please. Make sure he has something to wear when he's finished, also."

The canine—obviously a maid, now—bowed slightly, then turned and began walking away.

The brunet caught the other boy's chin before he could go and pressed a kiss to his cheek before releasing him. "I'll see you at dinner then."

As Katsuya sputtered and cursed behind him, Seto couldn't help a smirk as he turned and walked away. He couldn't wait to try and tame him. And, if he managed that without too much injury, he definitely couldn't wait to claim him.

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"Stupid jackass bastard fucking prick!" Katsuya glared at himself in the mirror, having scrubbed his face so hard it was pink. "Who the hell does he think he is, kissing me like that?"

He tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in his stomach, and he ruthlessly stabbed into submission the thoughts that Seto had incredibly firm lips that could probably make him swoon if the brunet wanted to. He made sure not to think about how strong and muscular his arm had been, or how hard and warm his chest felt against his back. And any thoughts of what he looked like under all those clothes were shot. …Surviving thoughts were shot again.

He decided that all of the maids were creepy, too. He had thought that maybe he'd just gotten a subtle Wonderland. Except for grass as tall as trees and friends with animal appendages that didn't know him, it had been pretty good. Then he'd seen the maids as they'd bustled about making a bath ready for him.

He had thought the pink dog was weird, but when he saw the green cheetah, he knew this Wonderland was just as screwed up as the book.

Sighing, Katsuya turned toward the clothes that had been left for him, still a little ticked off about them too.

It was a blue and white checkered dress with little blue ribbons hanging from the sleeves and pockets, and two bows resting at the base of the straps that would wrap around his neck. Lace bordered all of the hems, and had a gathered waist. But it was still a dress. At least it still matched his converse, which one of the maids had cleaned for him (how did they do that without thumbs?).

Pinned to the dress, however, making him even more pissed off, was the statement that he either wore it or came to dinner naked. What was worse was a pair of white ruffled panties that had been left for undergarments. He didn't want to wear them, but he'd be damned if he went to dinner without anything on beneath the skirt. Growling as he began to dress, he promised himself that he'd kill Kaiba before dessert.

Once he was dressed and he'd gotten his hair dry, he poked his head outside of the room and looked around. He let out an 'eep' as something rushed past him and turned to look after it. "…Ryou?"

"Can't talk I'm busy crazy hare on my tail!" Ryou called out frantically, and disappeared around a corner.

Katsuya yipped as he was nearly bowled over again, then clutched a hand to his chest, breathing heavily. "How many times are you guys going to try and kill me?"

"Can't talk I'm busy I'm chasing a rabbit!" Bakura called back before he, too, disappeared around the corner.

The blond blinked in confusion, tilting his head a little, then jumped when he heard a small cough. "Eep!"

Mokuba blinked up at him for a moment, surprised, before smiling. "Seto asked me to escort you down to the dining hall before I leave for my date." He turned and offered the blond his arm. "Shall we?"

Katsuya found himself more willing to humor Mokuba than Seto. Returning the smile, he hooked arms with him and allowed the younger boy to lead him to the dining hall. "Thanks, Mokuba."

"You're welcome!" he answered brightly, then frowned in confusion. "Wait, how did you know my name?"

"Uh… Yami mentioned it," the blond answered quickly.

Mokuba raised an eyebrow at him but nodded. "Okay. I don't really get how you found that out, threatening his life and stuff, but okay."

Katsuya scowled and defensively exclaimed, "He called me girly!"

"…And that warranted wanting to rip out of ears; I understand."

"Don't make fun of me!" He was ready to bonk him on the head. However, they'd come into the dining hall, and Seto was watching him. He knew that if he hurt Mokuba, all bets were finished and it would be off with his head. Huffing, he yanked his arm away from him instead and scowled.

Mokuba rolled his eyes and made claw-like motions with his fingers. "Meow. Have fun with this one, Seto."

Katsuya frowned and watched him leave, then turned his attention to the king, feeling a little hurt that Seto was treating him just like he'd treated other people. He… had hoped that maybe he was at least a little special, getting that kiss and all. But then he was hardening again, scowling. "And just what did he mean by that?"

Seto stood and pulled out a chair for him, smiling innocently—and the blond was disturbed to find he looked kind of cute like that. "Oh, don't mind him. He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Well then what does he think he's talking about, moneybags?" He refused to have dinner with someone that was playing him, no matter how hungry he was.

The brunet rolled his eyes. "He believes I actually had the chance to try and court Yami at one point, and thinks it's my fault it didn't work out. It isn't true, of course; Yami's been mooning over Yuugi since he first saw him."

"…Oh." Katsuya blushed a little and looked away, then quickly shook his head and looked back toward him, scowling again. "And what's with the dress?"

"I figured that you must like them to be wearing one earlier," the king answered, smirking, before he gave the blond a leer. "And you don't exactly look bad in one, either."

Blushing even more, the younger teen sat down quickly and ducked his head so the brunet couldn't see it. "Shut up! That note you left was still mean!"

Seto raised his eyebrows as he sat back down in his seat at the head of the table. "Oh? I would have enjoyed you coming down either way. I must say I'm pleased you came in the dress, though. I wouldn't want anyone else to see you nude."

"Don't say things like that!" Katsuya exclaimed, waving his hands frantically. "Jeez, you pervert!"

"Hmm." The brunet's smug smile grew, and the younger teen had a sudden sinking feeling that he wouldn't like what he said next. "You know, I can be a lot more vulgar." His lips twisted into a lewd smirk. "I could show you what a real pervert is if you'd like."

"No-!" The blond covered his glowing cheeks, telling himself he did not care if Kaiba could be more vulgar and he was not interested to hear just how much of a pervert he could be. "I don't want—"

Seto didn't wait for his entire protest, however, and leaned his chin on his hands, still smirking. "While I was looking over some documents in the library, I had a very nice daydream about you. I had to go to my room to masturbate before I came down here, it was so arousing. Would you like to hear it?"

Katsuya shook his head wildly, squeezing his eyes shut. "No! Don't tell me, you pervert! I—"

"I imagined you coming into the library, wearing that dress. You were looking at all of the books, and then you grabbed one and went and sat down in one of the chairs. Your skirt had ridden up, and I could see your cute little panties." His smirk grew to a wicked grin when the blond let out a whimper. "So I got up and threw you onto the table. I spread your legs and began to touch you, tease your little opening through your panties and rub your dick as you trembled like a nervous little virgin."

"Stopitstopitstopitstopit—" He felt horrible for not covering his ears, but he really wanted to hear what the other man was saying. Convincing himself that it was because he wanted to be able to know what he was kicking his ass for later, and not because he was actually interested, he steeled himself for the rest of the story he knew was surely coming. He felt as if his face would combust if he didn't stop soon, though.

Seto leaned forward and nearly purred, "You were so arousing, Katsuya, especially after I'd teased you for a quarter of an hour. Your body was so sweaty, and such a cute shade of pink, and your cheeks were apple red. I could have just eaten you up. You begged me to stop. Who was I to refuse someone so beautiful?"

"I'm not—"

"So beautiful." His blue eyes darkened. "I took off your panties and shoved your skirt out of the way. There was some honey for the tea they'd brought me earlier left over, so I used it to lubricate you. The noises you made were so cute; I could have come just listening to you as I moved my fingers inside your body."

Katsuya whimpered and looked down at his lap in embarrassment, covering his cheeks again quickly. "Y-you pervert! I-I couldn't 've—"

"But the noises you made when I finally put myself inside you, Katsuya. Those were the truly delicious ones. You screamed and cried, begged for me to go deeper and harder. I pushed your knees up by your ears and kept moving inside you. And when you reached your climax, you screamed so loudly; I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. You were so hot and tight." Suddenly Seto's smirk was gone and was replaced by a scowl. "And then a servant interrupted me to tell me dinner was nearly ready, and I had to go to my room to finish myself. I was so pissed off."

"You-! You pervert!" It hurt. It hurt to know that the brunet wanted him for sex. Katsuya grew even more determined to get Ryou and go home. "Fucking pervert!"

Seto didn't know what it was, but he could tell something was wrong. "Katsuya?"

"Y-you just want to have sex, is that it, you horny bastard?" Standing, the blond turned and started to leave. "Well you can just go to hell, you pervert!"

It was then the king realized that teasing the boy with his story hadn't helped him; if anything, he'd driven him away. He obviously thought badly of him because of some 'Kaiba,' but telling him the story had only hurt him. He probably would have done better if he was rude and cruel.

But he couldn't let Katsuya get away thinking he was scummiest man he'd ever met.

Katsuya gasped as he was yanked back into the brunet's arms, then began struggling wildly. "No-! I'm not going to let you hurt me! I don't want to hurt anymore!"

"Katsuya, listen to me." Growling in frustration, Seto turned the blond to face him. "Katsuya!"

"Why do you have to keep hurting me? You're not even real, and you're not even calling me names, but you still manage to make me feel small and worthless—" The younger boy whimpered again. "Just leave me alone, Kaiba…!"

The brunet growled again. "I am not Kaiba. I do not want to make you feel small and worthless; I haven't been trying to hurt you! Just tell me who this Kaiba is and I'll have his head chopped off!"

Katsuya couldn't help a small, anxious giggle. If he told the king he was Kaiba—just in a nicer, less mean form—would he still hold up to that? "No. I don't want him dead."

"Then at least let me lock him in the dungeon for a few decades." Seto scowled. "How anyone could hurt a beautiful creature like you is beyond me."

Sighing—and still giggling at the new thought of the king sending himself to the dungeons—Katsuya patted his chest a few times to show he was okay now. "Oh, God, I needed that." He took a few deep breaths before giving him a small smile. "You're right; you're not Kaiba. You're the anti-Kaiba."

The brunet eyed him for a moment before slowly releasing him. "You're weird, Katsuya."

"Where I come from, we're all weird," he replied, smiling.

"…I'd like to visit there someday." The king narrowed his eyes. "So I can meet this 'Kaiba' and kick his ass."

The idea of this Seto kicking the real Seto's ass was just too funny.

Seto frowned at him in annoyance as he doubled over laughing. "Katsuya? What's so funny? …Katsuya!"

Katsuya truly felt that he couldn't explain to save his life, so he just sat down at the table again, still giggling softly as his imagined fight of Seto versus Seto carried on in his head. "It's nothing. What's for dinner?"

The brunet didn't know whether this was a good or bad development, but he figured he'd treat it like a good one; after all, the other teen no longer wanted to run away from him nearly in tears. He would have to keep in mind just how far he could go with him. The blond had only been moderately embarrassed until he'd gotten to the part of actual intercourse. Apparently, the foreplay and preparation didn't distress him did as much as the act of sex itself.

He'd have to keep that in mind the next time he decided it would be fun to tease the other boy.

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Katsuya watched some servants carried away their dishes, still marveling at the fact that the various animals merely took the dishes on their heads. He nearly jumped out of his seat when he felt a light touch on his shoulder and turned sharply, blushing a little at being caught off guard by the man he'd decided he would have to watch like a hawk. "Huh?"

Seto smiled at him in what he hoped was merely a friendly manner. "I was just thinking… It's such a nice night out, with the moon so full and bright. Perhaps you'd like to take in the garden with me?"

"…Well…" The blond frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I really should go find Ryou…"

"He still needs to stay a few days, because we have a trial he needs to attend." The king's eyes widened pleadingly. "You'll have plenty of time to find him later, Katsuya."

Punching in the face the thought that he was actually very cute like that, the younger teen sighed and nodded slowly. "Yeah, okay."

Seto smiled again and stood, offering him his hand to help him up. "I'm glad to hear it."

Katsuya took the hand offered and managed a small smile for him, but really, this person… wasn't the one he wanted him to be. He wasn't used to niceness. Even when he'd been teasing him with his daydream had been more tolerable, because the real Seto simply didn't do nice. He did affectionately annoying and cruel, but he was only ever nice to Mokuba.

He supposed he'd have to put up with it until he got a chance to talk to Ryou, though. This Seto seemed just as determined as the real one, and if the king had decided that he was his new hobby, he'd probably never get a moment of rest. Humoring him would be easier than defying him all the time. Besides, he… wasn't entirely unpleasant.

He kicked the thought that this Seto was incredibly hot and sex didn't sound so bad out of his head as hard as he could as the brunet led him to the door opening out into the garden.
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