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The Mythology Set	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 35569 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Author's Note: I've recently learned that the term 'nymph' actually encompasses an entire class of minor nature deities. For the sake of things, Joey's a dryad (and so is his unmentioned father) while Serenity and his mother are Oceanids, all technically nymphs.

I've put my own spin on Nixes, too, so Seto is not your 'typical' nix. He does share the basic premise of Nixes, though.

This took so long to do! OTL

Nymph and Nix

"And did you hear that Nyrsta has been sleeping with a human? She even said she's planning to have children with him!"

"Birch, please. Every nymph worth her water and roots knows that!"

"Oh, you did not just call me birch!"

Joey sighed as he heard the other women squabbling and stepped out from behind some branches. "Please don't tell me that all ya do is gossip."

The other nymphs gasped and immediately fell silent, pursing their lips in disapproval or hurriedly turning their gazes elsewhere.

Joey sighed, scowling. "I'm just here 'cause Ma told me t' bring my sister. Says there're too many satyrs around t' let little girls walk alone."

The nymphs immediately smiled. "Oh, your sister? How lovely! It's been so long since we've seen her!"

"How is your mother doing? Not still ill, I hope!"

"Is there anything we can do for your family while your mother is… indisposed?"

The blond huffed. "We're. Fine. Thank you."

Before the other nymphs and dryads could titter about his bad manners, his sister appeared from behind the branches, smiling sweetly. "Hello, everyone. Mother sends her regards." When her brother snorted in disgust, she elbowed him in the side, smile still in place, before she approached the group and took a seat just inside the circle they'd made.

Joey frowned, feeling a slight pang of longing to belong with the group. But, he was male, so he knew he'd never really belong. Nymphs always held distrust toward men, and even though he was a dryad, he would never be accepted into their social groups, simply because he had male genitalia.

Sighing, he turned and left the little grotto they congregated at, peering up at the sun to see how long it would be until he could return to collect his sister. She'd said just before sunset. He still had a few hours before he had to be back.

He should have brought his pan flute. At least he'd have something to do. But he couldn't make it home to collect it and enjoy playing it before he went back for Serenity, so he decided he'd just bring it next time and busy himself weaving some flowers together for his mother and sister. He supposed he could go find Tristan and ask to borrow his, but he didn't want to chance any stray nymphs catching sight of him talking with a satyr this close to the grape harvest.

Gathering some flowers and long grass, he wondered how he should weave them together. His mother liked brighter flowers, but Serenity liked simple patterns. He wasn't sure he could make the two gifts and have them look equally as good, even when both females gushed and thanked him and wore their gifts proudly around their territory.

It was almost embarrassing how happy they were when he gave them gifts.

Joey paused in surprise as he heard something nearby. He'd never heard anything like it. Holding the flowers and grass to his chest, he began toward it and, wary of any traps a human might have set out, he picked his way toward a nearby river. He peered out from behind a tree nervously, frowning, only to gasp as he saw a brunet sitting on a rock in the middle of the river, moving a thin stick over an unfamiliar but beautiful white instrument.

The music was hauntingly beautiful. Even the most experienced of satyrs wouldn't be able to captivate him like this nymph was.

Was he a nymph? Was that possible? He looked much darker than the nymphs around here. Perhaps he was a human with some sort of mental illness. He'd heard that humans could have problems that made them do strange things, like sit in the middle of a river or play music in strange places.

Joey gasped as the brunet suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at him, breath catching in his throat at how bright and clearly and ethereally blue they were.

The brunet paused, then settled backward, smiling as he brought the instrument from his shoulder. "Hello."

The dryad stared at him for a moment longer, then gasped, ducking back behind the tree.

"Oh, don't be like that. –You're a dryad, aren't you? I've heard you're shy. You don't need to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of ya!" Joey snapped, but didn't step out from behind the tree. "It's just… I don't know what ya are. You could be dangerous." He paused, then finally peeked out from around the tree, scowling. "'nd 'm not shy!" He blinked when he didn't see the brunet on the rock. "Wha…"

"I'm not human, if that's what you're worrying about."

The blond shrieked and turned only to find the other creature standing in front of him, one hand resting just above his head against the tree as the brunet leaned toward him. "When did you—"

"It wasn't difficult to swim over here," the brunet replied, smiling a little. "I'm a nix, after all. Water is my home."

Joey paused, then smiled nervously. "So you're not a human?"

"I have slit ears. Of course I'm not human." The nix ran a hand through his surprisingly dry hair, then leaned back. "My name is Seto. I'm from… the north. What is your name?"

"Oh. Um, it's Joey." The blond blushed a little as he received a charming smile for his name, biting his bottom lip. "…What is that?" he asked after a moment of (to him) awkward silence.

The brunet glanced at his gleaming white instrument, then looked back down at him, smiling again. "It's a violin."

"Oh. It sounds beautiful when ya play."

Seto chuckled. "It should. I've played it my entire life, almost." He paused, then motioned back toward the river. "Would you like me to play something for you?"

"Oh. Um, anything ya wanna play, I guess," the blond answered bashfully, following him toward the edge of the river. He sat down at the edge of the water and spread the flowers and grass out so he could weave some flower necklaces without too much trouble.

Seto settled himself back on the rock in the middle of the river and tucked the white violin between his neck and shoulder, then carefully took the bow and began gliding it over the strings.

Joey couldn't help but smile as the music began, eyes drifting closed to give the song his full attention. "It's so beautiful…"

"I can teach a man to play so beautifully that he can make the trees dance and waterfalls stop where they are," the brunet stated quietly, not taking his eyes of the blond. "Why don't you dance, beautiful tree?"

The dryad looked up at him in surprise, then frowned, glancing away in surprise. "Oh, well, I can't really dance, and I'm not really a very pretty tree, I—"

"If you really don't want to, fine. Perhaps my skills simply need to be honed further. After all, how could I ever expect to teach a human to make a tree dance if I can't make you dance myself?"

Joey blushed brightly and hurriedly looked back down at his lap, eyes wide. He knew that nymphs could be incredibly amorous, but they were mostly teases. The nix was much less coy about it, and he didn't quite know how to handle it, so he simply listened to the beautiful music and twisted the grass and flowers into two very pretty necklaces.

Just before sunset, he said goodbye and left more quickly than he normally would have; he knew he was being rude, but he didn't know how to handle the feelings he was faced with when he looked up to find the brunet had been staring at him the entire time.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey looked down at his lap, frowning, then sighed and shook his head. He was never going to be accepted into the group that welcomed his mother and sister with open arms. He was male, like his father had been, and that immediately made him a threat to a mostly female people. He'd never do anything, of course; his mother had raised him with the same terror of men that all nymphs raised their daughters with, so he wouldn't ever try to exert power over anyone.

That didn't mean he didn't want to have friends that weren't satyrs or humans. He wanted to sit around and gossip with other nymphs. But it seemed like the only other nymphs that were male were dryads like he was, and Seto was right; dryads were mostly shy, so they didn't sit around and gossip until they really knew each other. And with Oceanids for a sister and mother, dryads weren't really keen to get to know him, since the water nymphs were mostly known for spreading rumors even if they weren't true.

Blushing at the sudden thought of the nix, the blond looked to the side and brought his pan flute to his lips to take his mind off of the flirty brunet. As he played, he let his eyes drift shut. It wasn't a very good pan flute, because he'd made it himself, but it was his, and he loved it.

"How am I supposed to make you dance when you won't even dance to your own music?"

The lovely wooden whistles squealed as his concentration was broken, and he pulled the flute from his lips and blushed as he looked up to find the brunet he'd been trying not to think about sitting across the brook from him. "Geh!"

Seto smiled a little. "I didn't mean to startle you. I apologize."

Joey bit his bottom lip and looked back down at his lap. "It's okay. Sorry. I'm just not used t' other people talkin' t' me."

"That's a shame. You seem like an incredibly interesting person." The brunet leaned toward him a little. "What is that?"

"Huh? Oh. It's a pan flute. Satyrs make them. Well, I made this one myself, but it's not as good as the ones satyrs make," the dryad replied, playing with the twine around one of the wooden rods.

The nix tilted his head. "I see. You sounded quite good when you played." He settled his violin between his chin and shoulder and looked up at him. "If you continue, I might be able to accompany you."

Joey blushed a little and brought the pan flute to his lips again, eyes drifting shut as he began playing the simplest melody he knew. A moment later, he heard the low sound of the brunet's string instrument playing in perfect harmony. They played for several minutes.

Seto jumped a little as the blond abruptly pulled the pan flute from his lips and looked up at him, surprised by the nervous expression he was given. "Is something wrong? I thought it sounded good."

"Do ya wanna learn how t' play?" Joey asked, then blushed a little. "Um. I mean. It might be something interestin' that you could show t' your friends when ya go home."

The brunet raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Okay. Why not? My brother might get a kick out of it."

"Great!" Joey jumped to his feet and smiled brightly. "I'll go find Tristan and he can make a pan flute for ya!" He paused. "…It should take maybe two or three days. But I hafta help get the field ready for the party next week so I'm gonna be makin' wreaths and streamers for the next few days anyway." He looked at the brunet and smiled. "You're comin' t' the party, right?"

"…Um?"

"Well, of course you're gonna come. Every nymph and dryad will be there. It's the celebration of the end of harvest," the blond continued, mostly to himself. "You'd like it, I think. There'll be lots of wine and food and music and dancin' and sex."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "I don't know about everything else, but if I have a chance to see you dance, I will definitely be there."

The dryad blushed and took a step back. "Wha-! Why do ya wanna see me dance so much, ya freak!"

"Because I enjoy seeing dryads dance," the nix replied, walking across the river to stand next to him. He leaned down and smirked. "Perhaps if I can see what makes you dance at this party, I'll be able to incorporate that into my music."

"…Um?" Joey didn't have the heart to tell him that he wouldn't be dancing; if he wasn't making flower necklaces and flirting with satyrs for more wine, he'd be playing music himself. He'd been told as a child that he was no good at dancing and he never wanted to feel that humiliation again. "…Well, I'll see you in three days so I can teach ya, okay? How 'bout right here?"

Seto smiled and leaned toward him a little more. "I promise to be here."

"…Right." The blond wondered vaguely if he should tell him that most nymphs would not appreciate him being so close, since he was a male, but he sort of liked the attention. After all, the brunet had given him more attention in a few days than he had from anyone besides his mother and sister in his entire life. "Well, I'll see ya then. 'Bye!"

"Goodbye." Seto watched him go and couldn't help a smile as the dryad paused behind a tree when he thought he couldn't see him and peeked back at him. He almost lifted his hand to wave at him, but thought better of it; despite the random bursts of confidence, despite his complaints to the contrary, the blond was still quite shy. Not as shy as some dryads, but certainly not as outgoing as a water nymph.

He felt badly because it was obvious that the blond yearned for attention from someone and he'd only be in the area for a few more weeks, but perhaps he'd give the dryad some of the attention he needed. Besides…

…He really wanted to see the pretty tree dance.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"So can ya make one or not?" Joey asked impatiently, scowling.

Tristan looked up from a sitar and sighed in annoyance. "Joey, have you seen all the other instruments I've got to make for the party? I mean, I know I'm not the only one making them, but seriously, I don't have time to just drop everything and make something for you."

The blond huffed and crossed his arms, scowling, before his face smoothed into a coy smirk. "Ooooh, so ya don't wanna dance with Serenity at the festival?"

The satyr immediately stood up to face him. "Serenity would dance with me if I made you a white pan flute?"

Joey glanced away and hummed, covering his mouth. "Maaaaybe. I could put in a good word for ya. Of course, if ya don't wanna dance with her, I guess I understand!"

Tristan rushed toward him and grabbed his hands, going right in his face. "Joey, buddy, if you can promise me just one dance with your sister, I will make you a white pan flute with my rarest bleached wood."

The blond hummed. "I dunno. Ya said you were busy."

"Joey, please. Look, I'll even give you a new pan flute to go with it! Two pan flutes for one dance!"

Joey rocked back on his heels and bit his bottom lip. "Weeeeellllll…" He sighed. "Okay."

He couldn't help a grin when he realized he'd gotten away with making the satyr think that he was doing the favor of getting Serenity to dance with him, not the other way around.

Five minutes later he was walking away with a new, beautiful pan flute that had been painstakingly carved out of a sycamore, and just for that, he was going to try to convince Serenity to dance with him three times, if possible. It helped that his sister already liked Tristan, too.

Not that he'd tell Tristan that. It was his only way to get the upper hand.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey sat down on the rock at the edge of the river he'd been loafing on a few days prior, fondling the white pan flute the satyr had proudly presented to him. It was quite lovely. Thankfully, Serenity had agreed to dance with Tristan and had quietly informed him that she planned on spending most of the festival with Tristan if she could get away from mother.

While he didn't exactly relish the idea of his little sister having sex with anyone, least of all his best friend, he figured that Tristan would take care of her. She deserved one night away from their mother to relax and ignore the rules they'd always been taught and have some fun with 'dangerous satyrs.'

He wondered if he might have some fun this year. Last year he'd been passed over for other nymphs, but perhaps there would be other satyrs interested in him. Maybe this year they'd be looking for something different and would be attracted to him.

Joey smiled. Even if not a single satyr showed interest in him, he wouldn't be upset. Seto would pay attention to him. After all, the nix thought that he was interesting. Maybe if they managed to find a place alone, he'd even show the brunet why he didn't dance!

This was going to be a good festival. Sure, he'd have to go back to making wreaths and streamers the next day, but for today, he'd get to spend the day with Seto and teach him how to play the pan flute.

Joey looked up at the sun and hummed quietly. Seto was running a little late. He figured that maybe he didn't know how to read the sun as well as a dryad.

.-.-.-.-.-.

It was nearing late afternoon. Even the most inept nymphs could tell that much. Joey hugged his knees to his chest tighter. He'd tried to pass the time playing his new pan flute—had even tried playing the white pan flute and seeing how different it was—but he'd eventually tired of that. He'd gathered some flowers to make some simple wreaths, too, but after the pile beside him had grown to fifteen wreaths that grew more intricate as the day went on, he'd become tired of that, too.

Joey sighed and stood, dusting himself off, then crossed his arms over his chest. 'I guess I could go find him. At least then I'll know why he didn't come today.' He smiled. 'Yeah. Maybe he just got carried away playin' his silly violin!'

Leaving the pan flutes and wreaths beside the river, he began walking upstream. He was careful to hide behind trees as he moved; after being neglected for several weeks because of the upcoming celebration, some of the satyrs might attack him. Then again, perhaps they were spending their time not making instruments and food to work on their appearances. Every nymph liked a sexy satyr.

Joey smiled as he heard the brunet's violin. 'So the idiot did get caught up with his violin. Well, at least I can tease him about forgettin' about me—'

His heart skipped a beat as he heard giggling over the music. He bit his bottom lip nervously, frozen in place. He didn't want to go investigate any further, because somehow he just knew he'd be hurt. But on the other hand, he knew he was too curious to just go and leave it at that.

The blond stayed where he was a few minutes longer, then began edging closer to the noise.

When he peeked out from behind a tree at the river, he felt his heart shatter. Three nymphs that usually went out of their ways to make his life miserable (or more disheartening than it already was as a male dryad surrounded by women) were strewn around the brunet on his stupid rock in the middle of the river. One even had her breasts pressed up against him as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Oh, Seto, you play so wonderfully. Would you mind if we kept coming to listen to you play?"

"Yes, your music is just so calming."

Joey leaned back around the tree, not wanting to see anymore and especially not wanting any of them to see him. He slid down the trunk of the tree and sat down, clenching his hands into tight fists as the brunet answered.

"If you find me, I suppose I can't stop you, but I'm usually at different areas of the river each day."

Not a yes. Not a no. Just acceptance.

"Oh, are you going to the party? Will we see you there?"

A coy giggle. "Will we get to dance with you, Seto?"

"Now, I'm not saying yes, but… we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Joey looked down at the ground, biting his bottom lip as he felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. So much for being special. Seto was friendly with everyone. He wasn't particularly interesting or exciting. He just happened to be someone who stayed near the river, so he saw Seto more.

Getting to his feet, he scrubbed at his eyes and sniffed, then began back home.

He had more wreaths and streamers to weave.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Serenity? Would you—" Tristan began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Serenity beamed up at him. "—Like to dance? Why, yes, Tristan, I'd love to. Play something fun, Joey! 'Bye, Mom!"

The two nymphs watched her grab the satyr's hand and drag him into the throng of dancing people, stunned. "…I… Just… what?"

"…Your sister is exhibiting signs that she is no longer a child," the older nymph stated, pursing her lips. "I'm not sure I like that."

Joey smiled weakly. "Aw, Ma, look at the bright side. Ya still got me."

The water nymph turned to look at him sharply, heart aching when she remembered each festival in the past where her son had sat and watched everyone else have fun and played his pan flute to suit everyone else. He'd flirted, yes, and satyrs had flirted back—hell, other dryads had flirted with him after a few goblets of wine—but he never really found someone that was… just for him.

He always got tipsy, kissed her on the cheek, and left with no one in particular. She didn't know if he met up with anyone afterward. She just knew that she'd eventually find him back home in a few days as if he'd never left. When she asked if he had fun, he'd shrug and smile a mysterious little smile that usually meant that he didn't want to disappoint her.

And it had all started when some stupid busybody (and quite drunk) Naiad had snapped at him that he clearly didn't know how to dance and should just sit out and let the more musically-inclined nymphs dance and flirt. She would never forgive that other nymph for hurting her baby as long as she lived.

Joey blinked as he was yanked into a hug, frowning. "Ma? Ma, everyone's lookin' at me. Ma, you're embarrassin' me!"

She leaned back and stroked his hair out of his eyes, smiling sadly. "Alright. I'll go gossip with all of the other old biddies then."

"Ma, you're not old," the blond complained, but she merely smiled again and wandered over to spend time with nymphs her own age—not old enough to be uninterested in sex, but not young enough that they would be the first pick of all the satyrs.

Joey frowned, brows furrowing together, then sighed looked down at his lap. After a moment, he lifted his pan flute to begin playing a jaunty little tune. The other instrumentalists took his lead and began playing a more upbeat tempo. The couples dancing replied in kind, dancing faster and harder and smiling more.

Someone sat down next to him. He didn't pay attention to who it was, because he was certain that they were more interested in his music or the goblet of wine he'd had yet to touch. If the person tried to touch his wine, he's smack them. Hard.

"Is there any chance I can pull you away from your pan flute so that we could dance?"

The startled, off-tune shriek of his pan flute as the blond jumped was drowned out by the other instruments.

Joey looked up, blushing a little, and frowned when he saw the brunet looking down at him with a gentle smile. He looked down at his lap again, then shook his head. "No."

Seto frowned. "Not even a small chance?"

The blond didn't look up at him. "No." He felt a hand on his cheek and closed his eyes tightly. "Please go away."

"If this is about not making it to learn how to play the pan flute," the nix began.

"Oh, go bother Enria or Lenae or Mio," Joey snapped angrily. "Ya didn't seem t' mind when they were pressin' up against ya and flirtin' with ya."

Seto raised an eyebrow. "So that was you they saw."

"Well if they saw me and it ruined your little pre-party flirting, I'm sorry," Joey growled, standing up. "Just leave me alone, oka—"

The brunet stood as well, saying, "If you'd like to discuss it like adults—"

"I don't wanna discuss anything with you, ya patronizing bastard!" the dryad replied, not caring if it made him sound childish or immature. He slapped the brunet across the face for good measure, just to get the point across that he didn't want to see him.

Seto snarled and grabbed his wrist, pale cheek already beginning to bruise. "Just what the hell do you think you're—"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." An older centaur, tasked with making sure no fights broke out because of all of the wine and high spirits, approached them, a calm smile on his face. "How are you this fine day?"

Joey yanked his hand back and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. "…'m okay."

"Might I suggest partaking in these lovely desserts that my friend brought?" he asked, holding out a silver tray of fruit-filled pastries. "He'll be hurt if you don't take at least one."

Seto opened his mouth to snap that it was really none of his business, but then the centaur gave him a look that clearly stated it was, and if they were going to fight, it wouldn't be at the party. It would ruin the mood and everyone else was having such fun.

Joey reached out for an apple tart and took a bite, the pastry flaky and crumbly in all the right ways. He looked up at the centaur and smiled despite the angry tears in his eyes. "These are really good." He looked down at the plate. "Can I try a fig tart, too?"

"Try as many as you like," the centaur replied, smiling.

"Oh, I just want this fig one, and maybe another apple. Thanks." He took two more tarts and sat back down, finally taking a sip of his wine.

The centaur stayed a few moments longer to make sure they wouldn't get physical again, then wandered off to go flirt with the older nymphs.

Seto hissed and looked down at the blond, then turned and stalked away.

Joey picked at his tarts and sighed, frowning, then took a large gulp of wine. He never really had fun at these festivals. He was glad that Serenity was enjoying herself. He was sure his mother would ask what happened with Seto that a centaur had had to intervene. He wasn't looking forward to telling her that he'd let himself think he was special to someone and had fooled himself. She'd look at him like her heart was breaking and he couldn't stand that.

Well, at least the food and wine was good. It eased the pain a tiny bit. All the tarts and wine in the world wouldn't make the pain go away, but having it eased…

He jumped as he was suddenly pulled up against someone and blinked. "Duke?"

"Saw your sister dancing with Tristan and got a little jealous. How are you doing?" the black-haired satyr asked, pulling him onto his furry lap. He smirked. "That guy bothering you? I'll protect you."

"…That's not necessary," Joey deadpanned, pushing one of his grabby hands away. "I'm fine. Go bother someone else please."

Duke cooed. "But you're already on my lap, Joey. Can't you stay there for a few minutes more?"

"My cup's dry," the blond complained. He peered up at the satyr coyly. "If ya go get me more wine, maybe I'll even give ya a kiss."

The satyr stood abruptly and blushed when the blond fell to the ground with a yelp. "…Sorry."

"Ooooowwww!" Joey rubbed his rump and groaned. "That hurt." He scowled and glared up at him. "Take your sex drive and stuff it, asshole."

"…Yeah, I got a bit too excited…" Duke sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Think I'll have a chance with the older ladies, then?"

"My mom is an older lady," the blond hissed.

The satyr raised an eyebrow. "Think she'd go for me?"

"YOU'RE GROSS GO AWAY."

Duke laughed and ruffled his hair before trotting off to try and find someone else that might like to indulge in some carnal pleasures with him.

Joey sincerely hoped that Duke didn't proposition his mother. That would make his entire life more awkward. Actually, if Duke flirted with his mother, he'd find him later and punch him, punishment for spending time with satyrs be damned.

Joey looked into his empty goblet sadly. Duke could have at least gotten him more wine before he went to go flirt elsewhere.

He frowned as another goblet was held out in front of him and looked up. "Tch. You again."

Seto raised an eyebrow, then sat down beside him and offered him the goblet of wine. "You said you'd finished yours, right?"

Joey jerked his head away petulantly. "Maybe." He felt the empty cup being pulled out of his hand and replaced with the full one and blushed. "…Thanks."

The nix took a sip of his own wine. "Good wine. Best I've had in years."

"We're proud of our wine here," the blond replied shortly. He took a sip of the rich red drink and sighed, frowning. "If you're tryin' t' get me t' dance, it's not gonna happen. I haven't danced in years and I'm not gonna start now."

Seto turned to look at him and frowned. "Why not?" When the blond only stared down at his lap, he instead asked, "I could do nothing to convince you to dance?"

"I play instruments. I leave the dancin' t' people who are actually good at it," Joey whispered, tracing the tip of his finger around the rim of the goblet.

"That's a shame. You look like you'd be a wonderful dancer—"

The blond huffed and snarled, "Well, I'm not, so go find some other dryad t' dance for ya, okay?"

Seto raised an eyebrow, then hummed quietly. "I see."

"Yeah, so stop pesterin' me about it." Joey took another sip of his wine.

The nix tilted his head thoughtfully, then nodded slightly and stood, dusting himself off. "I'll need more wine then."

The blond blinked and watched him go, brows furrowing together as he disappeared in the sea of dancing people. "Um. Okay." He began sipping his wine again. "Jeez. How did I not see how weird he is before?" He hummed thoughtfully. "I do these things t' myself."

A few minutes later, his cup was empty again. He sighed. "Yep. Do these things t' myself."

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Oh, Seto!"

Seto flinched in surprise, then turned, lips instinctively curving into a smile; he knew he could manipulate people better that way. "Yes?"

One of the nymphs that had taken to him recently—Linae, Enria, or Mio; one of the three—batted her long lashes up at him. "Oh, Seto, I've been looking all over for you. And I heard that that stupid dryad hit you for no reason!"

The brunet tilted his head. "Is that so?"

"Well of course the other nymphs saw you," she simpered. "And word has gotten around. I suppose that's alright, though, because it made all of the nastier satyrs want to have a go at him. You know, the ones that get so rough during sex?"

"…I have no idea what you're talking about," Seto replied, not trying to be short with her but disgusted by the way she was speaking about a fellow nymph.

"Oh, of course you don't!" She smiled brightly. "Well, there are some satyrs that like to get really rough in bed, especially if the person they're sleeping with fights back." She peeked over in the blond's direction in what she probably thought was a sneaky manner. "Some of the rougher satyrs want to have a go at him and put him in his place. I have to admit, it sounds really sexy—the idea of them forcing him to submit. I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that!"

The brunet blinked at her slowly. "I… still don't understand."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "They're going to smack him and fuck him and if I act sweet or mean enough, they'll let me in too!" She giggled quietly as his face suddenly showed enlightenment. "Yeah, I think he'd be really good with his mouth!"

Seto smiled a little, unsure of how he was supposed to respond. "I… see. Do you think Joey would like that?"

"Oh, he's usually such a loner anyway, I'm sure he'd love the attention," she laughed. "Did you know that every year he just gets drunk and leaves to cry? Everyone used to think that he'd meet someone afterward, but some of us followed him one year, and he just went to the river and sobbed like a baby!"

The brunet's smile faded. "And… no one thought to ask him why or comfort him?"

"Well, everyone knows why." She rolled her eyes again. "He's a freak. The water nymphs don't want anything to do with him because he's a boy and the wood nymphs don't want anything to do with him because he's raised by a water nymph! No one really wants him except the satyrs, and the satyrs he's friendly with steer the mean ones away!" She frowned, sighing quietly. "It's a shame, really. I think he'd be much more likeable after a good round of sex. Make him less uptight."

"I… see," Seto replied slowly. He saw the blond dryad accept a goblet of wine from a brown-haired satyr and smile at him coyly. He winked and whispered into the satyr's ear, clearly flirting with him, then leaned over to place his hand on the brunet's furry thigh.

The satyr grabbed his hips and slammed him up against a tree. Seto watched the dryad wrap his legs around the satyr's waist and felt his blood boil angrily as they shared a sloppy kiss, the cup of wine in his hand tipping and spilling on the grass. Instead of charging up and starting a fight, because the centaur that had stopped him the first time was hovering nearby, he hissed furiously and stomped over to grab his violin.

Once he began playing, it was as if an even grander spell had been cast over the party. Everyone that wasn't dancing began to sway, then dance along to the song he played, even the shyer dryads and older nymphs. He watched the brown-haired satyr break the kiss and mutter breathlessly, saw the blond shake his head no and put his feet back on the ground.

The satyr said some angry words, slamming his hands on either side of the blond's head. Joey, confused but insulted, snarled something back. When the satyr lifted his hand to hit him, the centaur immediately intervened, quickly dragging him away from the party to cool off.

The broken, confused, and disappointed expression on the blond's face afterward almost made him sorry that he'd begun to play, especially when he sat back down, drained the rest of his wine, and accepted the cup the centaur offered on his way back.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto approached the blond carefully. He'd seen other rather unsavory-looking satyrs flirt with him and be dragged away after he refused to dance with them, and he didn't want the centaur that had played his protector to lose his temper and kick him away.

Joey looked up at the centaur with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry I'm makin' ya go through all this trouble, Bane. You're here for a party and all you've been doin' is protectin' me."

Bane smiled and placed a large hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Joey. Part of the reason centaurs are invited is so they can stop fights before they can really start."

"'m still sorry. I think I almost prefer when I got no attention. I don't know why all these jerks just started comin' up t' me. It's not like I've changed."

The centaur hummed. "Yes, I suppose that's true. Joey, perhaps you should stop drinking for a while. It's making you teary."

"I'll think about it. It's really the only thing gettin' me by right now," he muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Well, eat something then. You nymphs are so lightweight and you forget to eat when you party."

"Okay." He bit his bottom lip, thinking he might just be finished with the party entirely. Usually he'd stay a couple of days, but now he just didn't trust the satyrs enough to sleep and he really felt as if he had enjoyed the parties he'd been ignored at more than this time when they kept coming on to him.

Seto held up a gyro as the centaur and dryad finally took notice of him. "I thought you… might be hungry?"

"Oh, um—" Joey blushed and bit his bottom lip as his stomach growled.

The centaur, sensing no ill-will this time, nodded and went to go check on a group of rather rowdy satyrs and the nymphs egging them on.

Joey hesitantly took the sandwich and took a bite, vaguely noting that it tasted just as delicious as everything else at the party, then swallowed and looked up at the brunet a tad nervously. "…Um…?"

"If you'd like more wine, I can go get some," Seto offered after a moment.

"…Okay," the blond answered quietly. He sat down and watched the nix disappear for a few minutes before returning with two more big goblets of wine. He accepted one and took a sip, then looked back up at him. "I'm leavin' soon."

Seto frowned. "Not because of me, I hope. I thought the gyros were delicious."

Joey blinked at him. "The… the whats?"

"The gyros. You're eating one right now, are you not?"

The blond couldn't help his lips curving up into a smile. "Seto, they're pronounced 'yeer-ohs.'"

"Yeeroh? But it's spelled—"

"It's pronounced 'yeer-oh.'"

Seto stared at him for a moment, then scowled. "That's stupid."

"You're the one callin' 'em jai-rohs. You're silly." The blond giggled a little. "If you're visitin' somewhere, ya shouldn't call their words stupid just 'cause ya can't pronounce 'em right."

"…I suppose that's true."

"And no, I'm not leavin' 'cause ya gave me a bad gyro," the dryad continued, still smiling. "I'm leavin' 'cause I'm not enjoying myself and I'm kinda drunk. Don't want any of the satyrs takin' advantage of me as I sleep. I thought I'd just go say bye t' my mom and leave."

"Oh." Seto remembered the way the other nymph had talked about him, how the blond had left and cried, then smiled at him. "Perhaps I can come with you. I'm not fond of crowds, and I think I need to get away from them for a while."

"Oh. Um, well, I guess that's okay. Can't stop ya."

Seto stood and offered him his hand to help him up. He watched Joey drain the rest of his wine and drop the goblet into the large pile he'd accumulated, then began following him toward the group of older nymphs that were finally getting attention from older satyrs and even a few centaurs. He smiled, shared a few short words where necessary, and watched as the blond kicked a familiar black satyr in the shins before he followed him away from the party.

"…What was that all about?"

"I don't want Duke sleepin' with my mother," Joey replied shortly.

.-.-.-.-.-.

FWEEET

Seto cringed, but the sting of failure was soothed when the blond only giggled and reached out to take the white pan flute from his hands. "Sorry."

"'s okay. Took me a while t' learn this too." Joey took the flute between his lips and blew a few notes, then giggled and looked up at him again. "You'll get it eventually."

The nix smiled a little as the blond hummed to himself and grabbed one of the flowered wreaths he'd made earlier in the week to begin to fussing with it. "You're still a little tipsy, aren't you?"

"Psh, I'm not tispy!"

"…Tipsy?"

"'s what I said!"

Seto leaned toward him and cupped his cheek, smiling when the dryad purred and leaned into his hand. "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinkin' about how mad Linae's gotta be that you're here with me and not with her," the blond replied happily. He turned his head to kiss the nix's palm. "Mm. 'm almost sorry that I didn't take any of those satyrs up on their offers. It's been a while since I've had sex, and you're no help."

Seto blinked in surprise. "You've… had sex?"

Joey snorted and leaned back, glaring at him in offense. "'course 've had sex."

"Oh. The others led me to believe…"

"'course they did. They're water nymphs." The blond crossed his arms and sighed angrily.

Seto huffed, just as offended. "Hey, I'm a creature of the water, too."

"Yeah. And you're just as much of a tease," the blond muttered petulantly.

The nix huffed and placed his fingertip against the smaller nymph's lips. "I'm really not."

Joey pursed his lips, giving the brunet's finger a kiss, then giggled as the nix yanked his hand back.

"When have you had sex? You don't seem like the outgoing type," Seto muttered, picking the pan flute up and blowing on it again. He flinched when the sound was shrill again. "Ugh."

The blond huffed, then sighed and reached over to better position his hands. "Satyrs go after water nymphs first at these parties because they can't have sex with them any other time. Too hard t' catch 'cause when they grab for 'em, they disappear in a splash and flow away."

"So the parties are an excuse for the water nymphs to allow the satyrs to have sex with them," the brunet mused, proud when the sound the pan flute made was finally a nice toot instead of shrill, angry whistle.

"Yeah…" Joey shrugged. "It's easier t' catch a wood nymph, because we change into trees or bushes, so they can wait us out. They don't like it when we don't want it, though, so they just invite us t' orgies, so we're more comfortable because there are other dryads there… The most time I've spent with dryads is when we're all over each other."

Seto hummed. "And how does that work? I've never been in an orgy. Sounds complicated."

"We kiss each other and strip each other while the satyrs watch, touch ourselves a little t' get 'em all riled up, then let the satyrs join in. They act mean and selfish, but they're really givin' lovers. They're proud of bein' able t' please nymphs, so they really go outta their ways t' make us feel good."

FWEEEEET!

"You're terrible," Joey stated, laughing a little.

Seto hissed. "Damn, I thought I had it."

"Well, at least you're gettin' better." Joey took the pan flute from his hands to test it again. "Dang. My buzz is goin'. You should go get me more wine."

"I was under the impression that the party lasts for several days. We can go back later," the brunet replied. He reached out to brush the dryad's hair out of his eyes, smiling a little.

Joey blushed lightly and glanced away. "Okay."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto blinked as the blond placed a wreath of flowers over his head. "What's this for?"

"Thought ya needed a little somethin'," Joey teased, smiling, then giggled and turned to dash for the party.

Seto thought about taking it off, then smiled and shook his head, following him at a more sedate pace. "Well, thank you for the little something."

"You're welco—AGH DUKE WHAT DID I TELL YOU I EVEN KICKED YOU IN THE SHINS AND oh, sorry, you're not my ma. Carry on."

Seto smiled awkwardly as he walked past the black satyr and the older nymph he was coupling with. "Sorry."

"Shouldn't have let him lose his buzz," the nymph replied. "Dryads are mellower when they're drunk."

"I think it could just be that it's me," Duke muttered.

Seto rolled his eyes as he finally caught up to the blond and grabbed his hand. "You're ruining other people's good times."

"Psh, it's just Duke," Joey replied, shrugging. He hummed as he saw a centaur carrying a tray full of goblets of wine and dragged the brunet over to it. "Are those for certain people, or can I snag a couple off of ya?"

The centaur smiled. "I can't say no to a pretty face like yours."

Seto blinked as the centaur bent down a little. Joey giggled and stepped forward to smack a big, wet kiss on his cheek. The centaur grinned and handed him two goblets before walking away. "…Am I supposed to be paying the centaurs something? Is that why they all looked at me strangely when I just took things?"

Joey turned to look up at him and grinned. "They look at ya strangely 'cause they can't tell what sort of nymph ya are. Nah, they don't expect it from every nymph, but when they get it, they're happy. I wasn't kissin' Bane, and he was still protectin' me!"

"…I don't get your culture at all…"

"That's okay. Neither do humans," the blond replied, handing him one of the goblets, then took a sip from his own. "Mmm… Good wine."

Seto saw Linae and Enria approaching and blanched. He hadn't really liked them (Mio was okay, because she didn't seem as cruel as they were and was just following them around), but they'd already decided that he was cute and worth pursuing. "Er… Joey, I… Let's move."

Joey yelped as the brunet grabbed his shoulder and began steering him away. "Hey! I was gonna grab somethin' t' eat!" He looked up at him and scowled. "Don't make me slap your high-and-mighty stupid face again!"

"Help me."

"Or else I'll hafta go all Mother Nature on your—Huh?"

Seto glanced over at the two nymphs and couldn't help an anxious groan as they continued to pursue him. "Two of those nymphs that you found me with—they're following us. I don't want to dance with either of them and one of them hinted she wouldn't mind having sex with me. Except the way she hinted it wasn't really hinting so much as it was telling me that we were going to have sex at this party."

Joey blinked up at him. "And ya want me t' help ya?"

"…If you would, please."

Seto jerked slightly as the blond stopped moving and turned to face him, hoping his desperate expression would make him move. Instead, the blond dropped his wine, dug his fingers into his hair, and dragged him down for the longest, sloppiest, wettest kiss he'd ever received.

When the blond finally released him and took the goblet he was still holding in place of his own fallen cup, he turned to look at the two nymphs. One looked angry, and stomped away in a rage, latching onto the nearest satyr. The other appeared thoughtfully, then smiled at him coyly.

Joey turned to snarl at her. "I will not share him for a threesome with you!"

She blushed a little as a few other nymphs and satyrs turned to look at her and scampered away in embarrassment.

The blond yelped as the nix slid his arms around his waist and pulled him up against his hard body. "Ah!"

"Joey," Seto purred, licking some wine from his lips that had been left from the kiss. "That was by far the best kiss I have ever received."

Joey squeaked as the wine he held sloshed out of his cup and onto his clothes, blushing as the brunet began to paw at him. "Seto, what are you—Eek!"

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey blinked his eyes open slowly, feeling sticky and sore. "Nn… Damn. I missed the end of the party."

"Well, the end of that party. I think our party was excellent," Seto replied, rolling onto his side. He reached over to trace his fingertips over the blond's chest and hummed quietly. "That was amazing, Joey."

The dryad smiled sweetly. "Yeah. It was."

Seto leaned over to kiss his neck and jaw. "I'm disappointed I didn't get to see you dance, though."

Joey hummed and shrugged noncommittally. "I told ya I wasn't gonna dance. Your fault for gettin' your hopes up." He rolled on top of the brunet and cooed, kissing him lightly. "Got a question for ya."

Seto leaned up to kiss him back a few times, smiling. "Ask away, my lovely dryad."

"When are ya leavin'?"

Seto blinked, frowning. "Wha-?"

"You're leavin'. I know ya are. I'm not so stupid that I'd assume you were stickin' around for me. So when are ya leavin'?"

The brunet glanced away for few minutes, sighing quietly. "…I was thinking, maybe a week."

"I see." And he did. He knew that nixes were river spirits and if a river spirit was traveling, it didn't usually settle down until it reached its home river. Seto was just passing through. "Well, you're gonna hafta practice a lot more if ya wanna play the pan flute back home."

Seto blinked at him in surprise, then began to laugh at the absurdity of it. He decided to counter it with absurdity of his own. "I'll come back, Joey. On my way home, I'll visit you again, and if I get you to dance then, you have to come home with me."

Joey laughed as well. "And if I don't dance, ya hafta stay with me. We can go visit your home, but you're stickin' with me down here!"

The brunet leaned up to kiss him again and rolled on top of him, settled between his spread legs. "Mm. Fine. But I'll get you to dance."

"Riiight, like ya got me t' dance this time?" the dryad teased, hooking his legs around the nix's waist. He arched his hips up and heaved a breathy moan. "Ooh-!"

Seto dug his hands into his hair and kissed him roughly, then moved his mouth to his ear and nibbled on the lobe. "Mm. I'll get you to dance next time."

"If ya say so!" the blond giggled, then squealed as the nix dug his fingers into his side. "No Seto ya know I'm ticklish there eeee!"

.-.-.-.-.-.

When Joey returned home after Seto's last week, he limped into his mother's room to check in with her. "Hey Ma, I'm ba—BANE." He stared at the centaur that returned his gaze evenly. "…With my ma?"

"She's a very attractive lady."

"She's my mother!" Joey roared.

"She is also a nymph."

The blond glared at him even as her mother walked in from the river, soaking wet. She blinked, then smiled brightly, clasping her hands together. "Joey, I saw you leave the party with that handsome young man and you never came back! Did you have fun? Oh, Linae was fit to be tied!"

Joey grinned back at her. "Yeah, it was great! And when we weren't havin' sex I was tryin' t' teach him how to play the pan flute! He was okay by the time he left, but before that, whoa, he was bad!"

Her smile began to fade. "Oh… He left?"

"Yeah. He's a river nymph and he'd travelin'. He said he'd be back, though. Said if he made me dance when he did, I'd hafta go and live with him. But he won't get me t' dance, so he'll hafta stay here with me!" he laughed, scratching the back of his head.

She blinked. "How long is he going to be gone? When is he coming back?"

"Um… Well, I dunno. But he'll be back." Joey began to feel the slightest niggle of doubt, but he quashed it firmly. "He wouldn't lie t' me."

Bane opened his mouth, but the female nymph shot him such a dirty look to keep him from bursting her little boy's bubble that he covered his would-be statement with an awkward cough.

Joey looked at him in concern. "Ya okay? Sometimes people get chills in caves with water runnin' through it. I can get ya a blanket."

"That's quite alright. Just morning cough."

The blond blinked, quietly echoing, "Morning cough?"

"…It's a centaur thing," the man fibbed.

"Oh! Okay! Well, I gotta go rub this in Linae and Enria's faces, so I'll see ya later!" He paused. "…Or maybe I won't. If I hear you and Ma goin' at it again I'll probably just go pester Tristan."

"If you do that, tell Serenity to come home soon. I last saw her at the party with Tristan and then I haven't seen her for days. If you can't get her to be finished and come home, at least tell her to visit so I know she's okay."

"Sure, Ma."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey stared up at the red leaves above him, frowning a little. 'You're not comin' back, are you, Seto?'

Thirteen years he'd watched the leaves turn from green to yellow to red. Thirteen years he'd watched the leaves fall and cover the ground. Thirteen years he'd waited for the brunet to pass through again.

He hadn't. He was trying to be patient, but it was hard to be when he remembered their love-making and the promise he'd made. He wanted Seto to come back and try to get him to dance, so they could be together again. Even if he lost, he wouldn't mind leaving as long as they were together again.

…Not that he would lose. Even if he tried to dance, he'd probably fail miserably. He'd look like such a fool trying to dance that Seto would be disgusted and wouldn't want him anymore.

Joey sat up and looked at the water, frowning and wishing that the brunet would appear on the rock in the middle of it. The festival celebrating the end of harvest would begin soon, but now a younger generation was doing the decorations and other preparations. He almost wished he could preoccupy himself with making wreaths and banners.

"…I don't even know how t' dance," Joey muttered, frowning, and stood up. He dusted himself off even as he stared at the rock in the middle of the river. He remembered the music the brunet had played and blushed a little. He missed him, and on the loneliest nights, he remembered the haunting melody of the string instrument.

Letting his eyes drift shut, he began humming the tune, pretending that the brunet was sitting there and playing for him. He wondered how someone would dance to that sort of music and began to sway in time to his hum. After a few minutes, he turned, lifting one of his feet and placing it down to the side, swinging his hips to the burst of energy that would have been the bow bouncing back and forth on the violin strings.

It was almost as if he could hear the music. He imagined Seto watching him as he played, eyes so intense and blue that he felt naked when the brunet watched him. He wondered what it would be like to dance with another person—especially with Seto, who boasted that he could dance as well as he could play.

He slowed a little as his memory of the song came to an end, turning and swinging his hips a few more times. He tried to remember the way Seto's lips felt on his skin and nibbled his bottom lip gently.

Then he heard clapping.

Joey yelped and jumped to face the river again, blushing brightly when he was arrested by a sharp, familiar blue gaze. "Seto-!"

Seto stood, leaving his violin on the rock in the middle of the river as he walked across the water and came to a stop in front of him. "Joey."

The dryad blushed a little more and looked up at him, trying to remember whether he'd always had to look up at the brunet this much or if the nix had gotten taller and he'd gotten smaller while he'd been away. He suddenly realized that when he'd closed his eyes, he wasn't hearing the memory of the brunet's music; he'd actually begun to play after figuring out where he was in the song by his hum.

"…It's been a long time," he whispered after a moment.

Seto leaned down to lean his forehead against the blond's. "It has. I had some trouble in Spain."

"…S-Spain?"

"I'll take you there someday," the nix replied, smiling. "After all, I've made you dance, so you have to go home with me."

Joey jerked back, eyes wide, then huffed petulantly. "You didn't make me dance! I was dancin' before ya even got here!"

Seto continued to smile and reached out to wrap his arms around him. "But you were dancing to my music. And if I'm not mistaken, you were dancing to the memory of me playing."

The dryad struggled a moment, then gave into his own want to be held and snuggled up against him. "Still. It wasn't you. So ya don't win."

"I want to kiss you." He watched the blond's cheeks heat again and kissed him gently at first, gradually growing rougher as his hunger for the dryad he'd missed for so long began to burn hotter.

Joey gasped as he broke the kiss, drool trailing from the corner of his mouth as the nix began attacking his throat. "Oh—Oh Seto—"

Seto made a dark red bruise on his neck before moving up to nip and suckle his earlobe. "You danced to my music. I made you dance. You're coming home with me."

"Nn…!" The blond whimpered quietly. "But—But ya weren't even—"

"I was playing at the end. And if I may say so…" He leaned back and looked at the blond warmly. "You're a beautiful tree, Joey. And you're even more beautiful when you dance."

Joey bit his bottom lip, startled, then laughed quietly, feeling the tiniest bit hysterical that he'd refused to dance for decades and here this nix was telling him that he was a beautiful dancer. "Oh, Seto. I missed ya so much." He nuzzled his neck. "I'll go with ya, but we hafta come back and visit my ma and my sister." He looked up at him, tears forming in his eyes from genuine happiness. "'sides," he joked weakly. "Ya probably don't have wine as good as ours."

"Well, I'll admit that your wine is far superior to ours, but our beer is the best."

The dryad blinked. "B… beer?"

"If you think wine gives you the best buzz, I know a lot of liquors and beers that will blow your mind," Seto whispered, nipping his bottom lip lightly.

Joey smiled. "And I can show off my pan flute skills. 'cause let's be honest. Ya probably didn't get any better while ya were gone."

"I'm back to that aggravating whistling noise," the nix admitted with a sigh.

"Good. Then people will like me at your home."

Seto chuckled. "Joey, they'd like you even if you were only a pretty face. And you have quite a pretty face."

The dryad blushed a little. "Oh, shut up. Anyway, if I'm leavin' with ya, ya gotta come meet my mom and sister. They were really upset they couldn't meet ya last time. Oh! And can we leave after the festival again? If I'm not gonna get wine again for a while—"

"How about we come back every three years for the festival after this one ends?" Seto suggested. The way the blond lit up at the suggestion and kissed him, he realized it had been the exact right thing to say.

Seto held him tightly and nipped his neck. "Joey, will you dance with me at the festival?" When the dryad hesitated, he whispered, "If not at the festival, will you continue to dance just for me?"

Joey looked up at him, worrying his bottom lip, then smiled. "I'll dance just for you. And maybe… maybe, if ya get me tipsy enough, I'll let ya convince me t' dance at the festival."

Seto ran his thumb over the blond's lips and purred, "I'll be sure to keep plying you with wine then."

The blond giggled and flicked his tongue out to lick his fingers. "Could ply me with your tongue if ya want, too. I am not adverse t' bribery, especially of the sexual sort."

"I did pick up some new tricks while I was gone that I could show you," the nix began thoughtfully.

Joey latched onto his neck with his teeth and mewled. "You could show me before we go t' see my family—"

Set chuckled and teased, "I'd rather keep them a secret until I want you to dance."

The blond began to pout, but then he smiled coyly. "I learned some new things from my orgies, too!"

"Then I suggest you keep those things secret until you want something, too. I'm easily manipulated for the right price." Seto kissed his cheek and traced his fingers down the blond's side.

"AGH!"

"Still ticklish there, I see!"

"Seto stop it we've been separated for thirteen years stop ticklin' meeeeeee!" Joey gasped and turned to flee, unwilling to just turn tree because Seto could wait him out and tickle him some more. Instead, he was tugged back up against the brunet's chest. "Uhn!"

Seto kissed his shoulder gently. "I missed you, Joey."

Joey shrugged his shoulder up a little, trying to get him to kiss it more, then leaned his head back over his shoulder and turned to kiss his cheek. "I missed ya too, Seto." He leaned back against his chest and sighed, smiling and feeling that he finally belonged somewhere.

Seto held him tighter, somehow knowing that Joey was completely happy with him and enjoying that the blond was so comfortable with leaving as long as it was by his side. He drew the blond back around to face him, smiled, and kissed him
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