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The Mythology Set	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 35565 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters and I make no money from the writing or posting of this story.

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Author's Note: I don't know about this one… it seems rushed, but I really wasn't trying to rush it… I just wanted to tie up some loose ends. :C

Black and White II

Joey frowned as he heard Seto get up and turned, watching him slowly move away from the fire. He looked down at Mokuba, who was sleeping soundly with his shiny gray wings wrapped around him, then stood and began following him. He flinched a little when he scraped his still-tender wing against a tree and choked back a whimper, not wanting to upset the brunet in case he was relieving himself or something.

He peeked out from behind a tree to see what the older boy was doing, growing concerned that he might be sick when he sat down against a tree. He thought about stepping forward to offer assistance, if he needed water or something to settle his stomach, but froze in shock as the white dragon reached into his pants and sighed, closing his eyes.

He was pleasuring himself. Joey vaguely realized that that made sense; they'd been traveling together for a few months and he never heard or saw him complain about being sexually frustrated. Unfortunately, the only thing he really noticed was that he was starting to become aroused by the white dragon's self-pleasure.

Joey bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, too afraid he'd make noise as he hurried away, but afraid that he'd be caught where he was, too. He blushed a little and ducked back behind the tree, but then he heard Seto moan. He fought with himself for a moment, then peeked around the tree again, breath hitching as he watched the brunet's hand move up and down.

He hesitated before stepping out from behind the tree, blushing more when the older boy looked up at him sharply. He offered a bashful smile. "I could help ya."

Seto opened his mouth, then closed it, scowling at him. "Because you want to or because you think it's your duty to serve me?"

Joey rocked back on his feet, looking down at the ground, then whispered, "Maybe a little bit of both. But I'd really like t' suck ya off."

Disgruntled was an understatement. He wanted to smack Joey and send him away for thinking he needed to serve him. On the other hand, Joey had said that he'd really like to suck him off, and he was tired of touching himself (because despite what the blond might believe, this wasn't the first time he'd left to pleasure himself; it was just the first time Joey had apparently been awake). He rumbled quietly in frustration. He just wanted to masturbate and get things over with and here Joey was making it difficult.

Joey frowned. "…Ya don't want me t' suck on ya?"

Seto rolled his eyes angrily. "Well, I'd like that very much, but—" He rumbled again as the blond began toward him, scowling. "But I'd prefer if you actually wanted it rather than thought you should do it."

The blond blinked at him, then smiled. "But I do wanna do it." He purred and reached down to brush his palm over his own erection. "I could suck ya and I could touch myself at the same time. Multitasking. Ya like multitasking."

"I DON'T REALLY THINK THIS COUNTS—Ungh!" He could no longer complain, because Joey had just gone and done it anyway.

And he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"You can ask me any time," Joey stated, smiling up at him from his position strewn across the brunet's lap. "I wouldn't mind."

"…I'll think about it," Seto replied after a few moments.

He had to admit that the blond's mouth had been wonderful after months of touching himself, but he was turned off by the way the black dragon felt he had to serve him. He knew there must be a part of Joey that had actually wanted it, otherwise he would have scampered away blubbering apologies, but still! He wanted the blond to think he was equal, not his servant!

"…How's your wing?" the brunet asked quietly.

Joey shrugged a little. "It hurts. But it's gettin' better."

Seto scowled, mostly to himself. "It's been months. Why is it taking so long to heal when the cuts I gave you healed in a few days?"

"He tried t' saw my wing off. That's not somethin' that heals overnight, okay?" the blond sighed. "It'll be finished healin' in a few weeks."

"We'll be reaching a human village in a few weeks," the brunet murmured. "Mokuba and I will put on our mating gems and see if we can find work so we can get some food."

"If ya can, see if you can stay in an inn or somethin'. I'll be fine out here," Joey added hastily. "It's the way it's always been for me. You and Mokuba aren't used t' this 'roughin' it' thing and I'll be honest—you're kinda slowin' me down. Have a few nights in a comfortable place and you'll be ready for sleepin' outside again."

Seto frowned. He didn't want to just abandon the black dragon after all he'd done for them, showing them how to survive once the bear meat had run out and they'd begun traveling. He felt like that was a terrible way to pay the blond back for his kindness.

"…If it makes ya feel better, I could always sneak into your room," the black dragon sighed, rolling his eyes.

Seto frowned, brows furrowing together. "…That would be acceptable." He lifted his hand to fiddle with the blond's hair. "…Yes. That would be fine."

Joey looked up at him and smiled. "Good."

Seto felt his heart skip a beat. Joey was so beautiful, with his inky black scales and brown-red eyes, but he would never accept his feelings if he admitted to having them. He was too used to being considered filth, and he wouldn't want to 'dirty' a white dragon.

He touched the younger boy's cheek gently. "…Joey, where do dragons get mating gems?"

"The parents of the hatchling crush the eggshell up and burn it until it becomes a gem." The blond sighed. "Ya can't find one for me, Seto. I wasn't supposed t' have one and I don't. It's okay."

But it wasn't okay. Seto just couldn't figure out a way to tell him so.

He paused. "Wait, eggshells?"

The blond could only laugh at his startled and confused expression.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto led the way inside the inn and looked around for a moment before his eyes caught a rather plump woman at the bar, cleaning some glasses. He approached her first. "Ma'am?"

She looked up at him in surprise, then smiled and placed a fist on her curvy hip as she looked up at him. "What can I do ya for, handsome?"

Seto stared, startled.

Mokuba rolled his eyes and approached the bar as well, smiling up at her innocently. "Ma'am, do you know anyone that has odd jobs that we could work? We're passing through and we'd love to be able to afford a few nights at this lovely inn."

The woman laughed—it was a very nice, sincere laugh. "Oh, honey, I have some dishes that need doin', if you're willin'." She looked Seto up and down. "Now I'm sure I could find somethin' for you t' do."

Seto's eyes widened. He wasn't sure he wanted to do anything for her with the way she was looking at him like a piece of meat. "Um—I—"

"Ya know you're just about the right size. Ya know how t' roof?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Uh. I think—yes, I can." He was so relieved that she wasn't asking what he thought she'd ask that he almost forgot how to speak. "Do you need the entire roof redone, or just patches?"

"It's too late in the year t' redo the whole thing, so just patches. You'll see where."

Seto nodded slightly. "I see. Thank you very much."

"I'll let ya room for free and pay ya two gold apiece a day for as long as ya stay," she added. "One in the mornin' and one in the evenin' after you're finished. Oh, I'll throw in food for free. I'm sure ya'll are gonna be hungry after all that hard work."

Seto and Mokuba glanced at each other, frowning. Washing dishes and patching a roof? How difficult was that going to be?

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey carefully crawled through the open window and sat down on the floor, smiling at the two brothers brightly. "So how was your day? I betcha enjoyed bein' around humans again!"

Mokuba groaned loudly. "My arms are going to fall off!"

"…I don't think I'll be able to move in the morning," Seto added, frowning.

The blond frowned in concern. "…Nothin' good happened today?"

Seto sighed. "…The food was good, I guess."

Joey smiled brightly. "See, it's not all bad!" He stood and walked over to roll the brunet onto his back.

The older boy groaned loudly. "Thank you…"

The blond scampered over to the smaller boy and rolled him onto his back as well, then sighed, frowning. "Well this is hopeless. Stay here." He grabbed the washbasin, then scampered to the window and disappeared for a few minutes.

Seto frowned. "I can't move to go anywhere."

"…Neither can I," Mokuba muttered.

Joey returned a few minutes later with the basin full of water. He moved toward Mokuba and stripped his shirt off, then began cleaning him with the water and a rag.

Mokuba groaned. "Joey, you don't have to do this…!"

"I wanna. Besides, you're gross. Who knows how often they clean the sheets and you'd be stuck sleepin' in this grossness." He made sure the smaller boy was as clean as possible, then tucked him under the blankets of his bed. "Go t' bed, sleepyhead."

Seto smiled a little as he forced himself into a sitting position, watching as his brother drifted to sleep and Joey slipped out the window with the washbasin again. He returned a few minutes later with fresh water and sat down beside him. "I could try to stop you."

Joey leaned in to kiss him lightly, startling the older boy. "You could try. Here." He stripped the white dragon's shirt off, taking a moment to admire the blue mating gem, then pulled the rag out of the water to begin wiping his chest gently.

"…You're too good to us, Joey," the brunet murmured. He smiled a little when the black dragon ducked his head bashfully and forced his arm up to curl his fingers in his golden hair. "If I were to give you my mating gem—"

"I wouldn't have one t' give ya, so everyone would assume I was your bitch and you'd still be free to have sex with anyone else," the younger boy explained quietly, like he had every time Seto asked him. He didn't know if the brunet actually expected his answer to change at some point, but the sad fact was that it never would and it would remain the same. "It would be different if I had a mating gem t' give ya, but I don't. Don't ask again."

But he would ask again, just as Joey was forgetting he'd asked before.

Seto dipped his head to lean his forehead against the blond's and kissed him lightly, whispering, "I'd like to give mine to you."

"Don't," the black dragon whispered back. He leaned back to continue cleaning him, then gently pushed him down to lie on his back. "Go to sleep."

The brunet whined. He wanted to argue, but he really was quite tired. "Stay with me."

Joey smiled and stroked his cheek gently. "I'll stay until someone come's t' check on ya."

Seto whined again but let his eyes drift closed as the blond began stroking his hair. He wanted to stay awake and enjoy it, but then the black dragon began quietly singing a sweet little tune that made him drift off much more quickly than he wanted to.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"I see you've done a good job up there. No leaks," the innkeeper said, slapping the brunet on the back cheerfully.

Seto grunted. "Yeah. Is there anything else you need done?"

She frowned. "Well, your brother's got the breakfast dishes handled, and lunches are light…" She smiled and clapped him on the back again. "Why doncha go out and nose around town for a while? Got some pretty interestin' shops here, and ya've got a pocketful of gold burnin' your britches, I'm sure!"

"…Yeah." Seto shrugged his shoulders tiredly as he walked over to the door and peeked back at her. She shooed him away, so he was sure she had no jobs for him right now. He could ask around town if anyone needed anything done.

But he did have a pocketful of gold now. He thought about getting his brother a book or a toy. He deserved it.

Spying a shop that read 'toys' in faded gold lettering, Seto moved toward the door and stepped inside. He tilted his head as the bell above the door jingled cheerily. He didn't really like bells, but this one sounded nice.

"Welcome, sir!"

The brunet stared at the boy behind the counter. He couldn't be much older than Mokuba. "…Are you old enough to be running a store?"

"WHY DOES EVERYONE ASK THAT I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD!" the boy roared angrily. He panted for a moment, then smiled as if he hadn't just lost his temper. "Is there something I can help you find, or were you just looking?"

Seto stared a little longer. "…Just… looking…"

The boy continued smiling. "Very good, sir."

The brunet thought about leaving then and there (this kid—almost an adult, really?!—sort of unnerved him), but he remembered Mokuba and how they hadn't really had a lot growing up, so he deserved something fun now while he had the time to enjoy it.

He began looking at some of the toys, wondering if Mokuba was too old to play with the wooden figurines. Maybe he should have gone to a book shop instead… At least he could take it back and trade it in for a different book at a new town…

Seto saw something glinting from the corner of his eye and turned his head, gasping quietly as he saw a large red gemstone floating in what looked like a glass orb. He approached it immediately, hand instinctively reaching up to clutch his own gem through his shirt. "What is this?"

The boy walked up on the other side of the counter. "Do you want the obvious answer or the legend? Because obviously, it's a gem."

"…Legend is fine…" Seto muttered, placing his hands on the counter and leaning toward the glass sphere so he could examine the gem closer. It glowed with some sort of inner power, just like his and Mokuba's did.

"Legend has it that before the dragons disappeared, they'd make beautiful gemstones from the shells of their eggs," the boy explained. "But there was one sect of dragons that weren't allowed them. Traditionally, they had to make the gems, but the dragons weren't allowed to keep them, so they placed the gemstones in orbs full of acid and left them here." The boy laughed a little. "Kind of sad, isn't it? It's not really fair, and they're so beautiful—"

"How much for it?" the brunet cut in, standing up straight.

The boy blinked at him for a moment. "…Well, it's not for sale, really—we just leave it out here to catch the light. I think Grandpa said it would cost thousands of gold to replace."

"So I can't pay you for it?" Seto frowned and looked back at the gem. It figured that he would find a mating gem that would have fit Joey perfectly and he had no way to obtain it. He sighed quietly, then looked back at the boy sharply. "Would you accept a trade?"

"Uh." The boy blinked as the brunet pulled his mating gem from under his shirt. "…Um. Well, I'd have to ask my grandpa. It's his, after all. He found it." He watched the older boy's expression fall and frowned. "Hey, my grandpa's a fair guy. He'll seriously consider it, okay? I'll talk to him at dinner tonight. Come back tomorrow morning and I'll have an answer for you."

Seto sighed, but he had nothing else to bargain with and he didn't want to embarrass himself. "Okay."

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Aw, Mokuba's out like a light," Joey cooed, stroking the younger boy's hair. He smiled a little and pulled the blankets up to cover him better, then turned to look back at the brunet. His smile faltered a little when he saw the melancholy expression on his face. "Seto?"

"…It's nothing." Seto held his hands out for him and smiled as the blond stood and came to sit next to him, grabbing his hands. "I just encountered something today. …Joey?"

"You cannot give me your mating gem," Joey stated firmly.

"…But if you had one—no, let me finish, it's important," he snapped when he saw the blond opening his mouth. "If you had one—if you had one—and gave it to me, and I didn't have a mating gem to give to you, what would that mean? What would that look like to other dragons?"

The younger boy frowned, tilting his head a little. "…It… would look like I was trappin' ya, Seto. If the Elders ever saw my matin' gem around your neck and I didn't also have yours, they'd assume I tricked ya somehow, because without yours, I could flirt and have sex with anyone else. Seto, just face it; we can't exchange matin' gems, so we can't mate. And a white dragon shouldn't want to mate with a black dragon."

"But that's what I do want," the brunet muttered, scowling. "You've been the kindest to me out of all the dragons I've met. You've even stopped acting so much like my servant since we've been traveling together. I find you attractive, and you find me attractive, and we like each other, so why shouldn't we be allowed to mate?"

Joey rolled his eyes and sighed, patting the older boy's hand sympathetically. "Seto, it's just not gonna happen. I don't have a matin' gem. And I'll be honest—if ya didn't have yours but I had mine, I wouldn't wanna mate with ya then, either. Not because I don't like ya," he assured hastily when the brunet looked up at him in disgruntlement. "But eventually, now that they know you're alive, the Elders are gonna send people to look for ya.

"It would look really bad if they found ya with my matin' gem on ya and I didn't have yours. I'd be beaten for sure and they'd revoke our matin', sayin' I musta deceived ya somehow. They can do that, ya know—When it comes t' your safety, if they think your mate is hurtin' ya, they can revoke it, even if you're royalty. T' make sure they can't, we'd both need matin' gems."

Seto let out a frustrated snarl and fell back on the bed. "Of course. Jeez. I finally find someone I like and I can't even spend my life with him. What a shitty twist of fate."

Joey leaned over him and kissed his forehead. "White dragons. You're so fuckin' weird."

The brunet's hand shot up and dug into his hair, dragging him down sharply. "Come here."

"Gah-! Your chest is so hard oooowwww!" the younger boy whined, lifting a hand to rub his chin. "Jeez, what was that for?"

"Sleep with me tonight."

"I always sleep with ya!"

"Under the blankets this time."

Joey paused, frowning, as his brows drew together. He'd slept with Seto plenty of times outside, but it had always been more of a body-heat thing than a comfort thing. And when he'd slept inside these past few nights, it had always been above the blankets while Seto slept beneath them. He didn't really want to, because that meant that they were becoming more comfortable with each other, and since he knew they couldn't mate, he didn't want to give Seto false hope.

He squeaked quietly as the brunet gave him a small squeeze. "Seto-!"

"Stay with me," the brunet ordered.

"…But—" Joey whined as the brunet growled and sat up to begin muscling him under the blankets. "Agh Seto quit it you're hurtin' me-!" He yelped as the brunet curled around him like a vice and pulled the blankets up, then sighed in annoyance. "I hafta be out before that lady comes t' wake ya up."

"I'll be asleep then, so you can just wriggle out like you usually do."

The blond mumbled and muttered and grumbled, but he eventually settled down. "Fine."

Seto smiled as he felt the blond's tail wrapping around his leg and leaned in to kiss him.

And Joey was gone in the morning when the innkeeper rapped on their door and bustled inside to get them both out of bed.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Seto grimaced as he limped into the game shop.

The other boy stared. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, just had some work at the inn." He sighed, then frowned. "I fell off the roof."

"Oh. Yeah, when people ask Madeline for work, she makes sure they work." The younger boy grimaced sympathetically. "I swear, she has someone patch her roof every month."

Seto muttered to himself about how he hadn't worked nearly as hard when he was trying to provide money to his foster-parents before looking back up at hm. "So… what did your grandfather say?"

"He'll be out to tell you in a few minutes."

The brunet sighed and lifted his hand to clench his mating gem through his shirt. "I guess I can't put my gem where my mouth is. I can't trade it. I didn't know how much it meant."

The boy smiled. "Well. We'll just have to wait for Grandpa to come out and tell us his decision anyway."

Seto gazed at the red gem sadly. He could try and save up his gold, but until he found a place to settle down, he knew he was going to have to continue to spend it as soon as he got it, and he didn't really feel a need to settle. Town life just didn't seem right to him, though, and when he'd talked to Joey about it, he told him it was because he was a dragon. Dragons lived on the floating city Aeria; it was their home, but dragons loved to fly around. Dragons were nomads before they had to take to the skies to hide from the humans.

The brunet sighed. "Damn…"

"Alright! I've decided!"

Seto yelped as the doors behind the counter burst open and jerked backward, letting out a muffled curse as he fell over. "ARGH."

The old man stared at him for a moment before smiling as if he hadn't just disturbed the atmosphere in the room. "Good morning, young man!"

The brunet stood and glared at him. "What is it with your family?! Gah!"

"You want this red gem?" the man asked, coming over to stand beside it. "The gem's sitting in acid, you know. You could hurt yourself getting it out."

Seto hissed quietly. "I'm certain that wouldn't be a problem." For his dragon tail, anyway. Joey had said that the scales were impervious to most things, and acids were no problem.

He wondered how many times Joey had dipped his tail into acid to find out.

The two other men stared at him as his face twisted in disgruntlement for a moment. Finally, though, the younger boy looked up at his grandfather. "Why? Are you breaking the glass?"

The old man laughed. "Ohohoho no! There's something very special about this glass! If you just gently tap this spot right here, the glass becomes gelatinous, so you can reach into the acid and pull it out! …No one's ever been able to stick their hand in for more than a few seconds," he whispered conspiratorially, as if it should have surprised them.

Seto tilted his head. "So you're saying, if I just reach into the glass and pull out the gem, I can keep it?"

"That's the deal I make with everyone else!" the old man replied, smiling.

The brunet looked back at the gem sharply. His tail was impervious; his hand was not. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before turning to look at the door he'd come through. It had a lock. He went over and locked it firmly, then walked back to the counter and looked up at them. "I will accept your deal."

The old man nodded and reached over the counter to shake his hand, then reached up and tapped the glass orb. It made a beautiful, low musical sound, like a piano or a flute, and the glass quivered like the jelly that the inn had served for dessert the night before.

Seto stared at it for a few moments, then reached down his shirt to grab his mating gem and pulled the chain up over his head. He twisted his tail around as soon as it was off and jabbed it into the sphere. He saw bubbles form around his tail and felt an odd tickling sensation but ignored it in favor of swinging the tip of his tail, hard, into the gem. The gem flew out the opposite side of the sphere and clattered on the floor, where some residual acid blackened the floor around it. Seto slipped the chain back over his head, tucking his gem down his shirt. His wings and tail flickered out of sight.

It had taken only seven seconds, but it was still seven seconds too long when he saw the other boy staring up at him with wide eyes. He cringed.

The old man laughed. "I knew it! Only another dragon would have a gem just like that one!" He grinned slyly. "And I suppose you're getting it for someone else, too, considering you already have your own!"

Seto stared at him awkwardly. "…Um."

The sphere that had held the gem jiggled and shook, and they all realized with a sudden start that the only reason the acid hadn't dissolved the glass was because of the gem. They all backed away from the counter hurriedly, just in time for the glass to melt completely and the acid drop to the floor, melting the wood of the counter beneath it.

They all stared. Finally, the younger boy screeched, "AND YOU LET ME PLAY WITH THIS THING WHEN I WAS A KID?!"

"Well, you never touched the part that let you reach through it, so I didn't see any harm in it," the old man replied, shrugging.

Seto walked over to pick up the red gem and smiled, then turned to face the other two and nodded toward the remains of the counter and floor. "Madeline doesn't have any more work for me, but I could fix that today for a couple of gold."

"…Well, it would give me time to finally repaint the outside of the shop," the other boy muttered, not really looking forward to the task but much more willing to do that than repair the counter and floor.

The old man laughed and clapped the brunet on the back. "You're hired, then!" He paused, then leaned toward him and helpfully whispered, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with us."

"No one would believe Grandpa anyway. They think he's crazy," the other boy added.

The old man huffed. "I am not crazy!"

.-.-.-.-.-.

"Seto, you're limpin'!" Joey exclaimed, frowning, and stood, fidgeting a little. "I—I dunno what t' give ya for that. Um. I could rub your leg-?" He scowled when he saw the brunet's smug expression. "What's that look for?"

Mokuba bounced into the room behind him, smiling brightly. "Seto found the perfect gift for you, Joey!"

"How many times do I hafta tell ya not t' spend things on me? I don't like human sweets, I can't read, and I'm too old for toys."

"Well you like chocolate just fine, I'd love to teach you how to read, and I saw you looking at a puzzle one day," Seto retorted self-assuredly. When the blond didn't argue (probably trying to figure out which one to reply to first), he knelt in front of the black dragon and grabbed his hands. "Joey—"

"You cannot give me your matin' gem," Joey cut in, scowling.

Seto smirked. It was the smuggest smirk the blond had ever had the misfortune of seeing. "I'm not giving you my mating gem."

"Ya can't give me a human weddin' ring either," the black dragon added, because they'd had that discussion before, too.

The brunet nearly purred. "I'm not giving you a wedding ring." He released one of the other boy's hands to reach into his pocket.

Joey felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He didn't know what was happening, but he could tell it was big, especially with Mokuba nearly bouncing with excitement nearby. He watched the brunet pull a large red gemstone out of his pocket and squeaked in the back of his throat, eyes widening as it was placed in his hands.

He lifted his hands to look at it, biting his bottom lip as he began to tremble a little. He stared at the glowing red stone. It was beautiful. It was like Seto's blue gemstone, and Mokuba's violet gemstone, and his family's red gemstone, and… and…

"You got me a… mating stone," he whispered, overwhelmed, and sank to his knees. He sat down and held the stone to his chest, then looked up at the brunet in confusion. "…How did you-?"

"It's a long story," the brunet answered. "But if you'd like to hear it, we could snuggle up in bed." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Both of us under the blankets."

Mokuba raised an eyebrow as the blond flushed brightly, but he figured it was something unique to Joey. He walked over and gave the blond a hug. "It's okay, Joey. Seto isn't too bad to sleep with."

Joey coughed awkwardly, because he already knew that.

.-.-.-.-.-.

"So, you… found it?" Joey asked after a few minutes of digesting the story. "In a glass ball full of acid?"

"I know it sounds a little far-fetched," Seto began hastily.

"…It wouldn't surprise me that they would be that vindictive," the blond continued quietly. He clutched the mating gem—his mating gem, he reminded himself happily—to his chest. "I bet they used t' rub it in black dragons' faces, too. 'Yeah, ya had a matin' gem, but we put it in acid and left it where the humans could find it.' They'd do that."

Seto rolled on top of the blond and smiled. "So we could trade mating gems and be mates and the Elders couldn't do anything about it, right?" His smile faded when the black dragon glanced away, brows furrowing together. "…Joey?"

"…Could I… Could I keep this one for a while?" Joey asked after a few minutes. "Could it… just be mine for a few days?"

The brunet frowned, feeling disappointed that even though he had a mating gem, he still wouldn't mate with him. He could understand it, though. Joey had never had a mating gem. Now that he had one, he probably wanted to keep it for himself for a while.

So, he sighed, smiling, and pressed a kiss to the blond's forehead. "Keep it as long as you want, Joey."

Joey smiled up at him shyly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, Seto." He reached up to wrap his arm around his neck before he could move away, pulling the older boy on top of him more. "It's been a while since we've…" He paused, then glanced at the younger boy. He had fallen asleep. "…We could—"

"Well, I'm not really in the mood to do it. …But I could use my mouth." Seto trailed the tip of his finger down the blond's chest and smirked when he whimpered. "Just make sure not to get too loud. I'd hate to wake Mokuba up."

The blond squeaked, but still smiled bashfully. "Really?"

"What a voyeur," the older boy murmured, and kissed him again so he couldn't retort. He was going to let Joey keep his mating gem as long as he wanted. He didn't mind waiting a little longer.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Joey hissed and reached up to scratch his nose. "Nyur." He scowled as something tickled his nose again and opened his eyes. "And ya tell Mokuba t' stop actin' like a child. You're settin' a fine example," he snapped when he found Seto holding a feather less than an inch from his nose. "Where did you get that, anyway?"

Seto smiled abashedly. "We caught some pheasant for breakfast."

"I caught most of them," Mokuba added proudly, and pointed to the fire where the blond could see three pheasants being roasted on spits. "Seto was too busy muttering to himself!"

The black dragon sat up and yawned, then scratched the back of his head. "What were ya mutterin' about now?"

"…Nothing."

Joey shot him a rather pointed look for having just woken up.

Seto sighed and rolled his eyes. "Really. It was nothing."

The blond didn't quite believe him, but Mokuba did, and he knew him better. So, shrugging, the blond approached the fire and took one of the pheasants. "This one's mine."

"This one's mine!"

Seto sighed again and rolled his eyes skyward, muttering to himself again because he'd been left with the smallest pheasant. It was what he'd been muttering about when they were hunting them, too.

Once they finished eating (Joey taking a little pity on the brunet and sharing some of his pheasant with him, thank goodness), Mokuba promptly announced that he was going to go take a bath in the river and if he was gone for more than hour, so be it because he felt gross.

Joey watched him leave, completely baffled by his outburst.

Seto took his confusion to his advantage and immediately crawled on top of him, nipping and sucking on his throat. "Come 'ere."

"AGH ya asked him t' do that didn't ya?!" Joey exclaimed, scowling, and tried to struggle away. He mewled when the brunet's claws sunk into his hips, shivering a little. "Don't do that!"

"You like when I claw you," the older boy reminded him. "Come on. He's giving us an hour to ourselves."

The blond couldn't help giggling. "Gosh, what's your problem. We had sex last night!" He squealed when the white dragon's tail wriggled between his legs and reached up to grab his shoulders. "Seto, come on!"

Seto grumbled and sat up, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "Fine…" He turned and sat by the fire, tail twitching in agitation.

Joey crawled up beside him and sighed. "Ya really wanna have sex? I guess I don't mind."

The brunet rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that really gets me in the mood. 'I guess I don't mind.' So sexy."

The black dragon pouted and sat down beside him. "You're the one that jumped me. Jeez."

"And it's different from when you paw me and ask if I want to do something?"

"…Well…" Joey blushed a little, frowning. "…I guess not."

Seto sighed, then slid his arm around the younger boy's shoulders and pulled him close. After a moment, he turned to gently kiss the top of his head.

Joey turned and smiled up at him, then laid his head on his shoulder and sighed. He reached up to idly play with his mating gem. "…Seto?"

"Hmm?" The brunet tilted his head to lay it on top of the blond's. "What is it?"

"…Ya wanna trade matin' gems now?" he asked quietly.

Seto sat up straight and looked down at him sharply. "Really? You're not teasing me?"

"Dragons don't tease about matin' gems, Seto," Joey deadpanned, as he usually did when he was telling the brunet about dragon norms. He squealed when the older boy grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a rough kiss. "Myu!" He reached up to dig his fingers into the white dragon's hair and moaned loudly.

Seto broke the kiss and began kissing his neck gently. "I… would love… to trade… mating gems… with you…"

"Mm…!" Tilting his head back, he moaned again, arching his hips up slightly. "Seto-!" He whined when the brunet suddenly jerked back and looked up at him, frowning. "Seto?"

"Is there some sort of ceremony we have to do, or do we just trade?" the older boy asked in concern.

Joey blushed a little. "Well, there's usually a ceremony, I think, but…"

"…But you don't know what it is, because you never got to see one," Seto finished quietly. When the blond nodded meekly, appearing upset for not knowing, he dipped his head to kiss him lightly. "Joey, will you accept my mating gem?"

The younger boy blinked, frowning, before his eyes widened with comprehension. "Yeah! Yeah, I do!" He smiled when the brunet leaned in to give him a chaste kiss, then looked up at him again, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "…Seto, will ya accept mine?"

"Of course I do. I thought you'd never ask," the brunet whispered.

He smiled when the younger boy kissed him lightly and lifted his hands to gently pull the cord holding his red mating gem over his head. He closed his eyes as he felt the cord slipping against his neck and looked up at him, slipping his hand down to pull his own blue gem from his belt, where he kept it when he wasn't wearing it. He hesitated, because he didn't know what spell his parents had used on it and he wondered if it would extend to Joey. When the black dragon merely smiled at him, he smiled again and slipped the chain over his head.

Seto hummed and reached out to stroke the scales of his wings. Apparently it only worked on him. And he was okay with that, because he loved seeing the blond's black scales.

"…You know what else we could do for our ceremony?" Joey asked quietly, smiling.

Seto raised an eyebrow. "…I can imagine."

The blond leaned toward him and purred, "If you can imagine, then you can take my pants off and do it."

The white dragon whined low in his throat, eyes wide, before he snarled and tackled the younger boy backward. "Mine!"

Joey squealed but couldn't help giggling as the brunet clawed at his pants. "Seto calm down! We have an hour!"

Seto purred as he leaned over him and murmured, "All the more reason to hurry. I want to do so many things to you because of my imagination that I don't know if I'll get them all finished in an hour." He grinned when the blond giggled again and simply spread his legs. He liked that Joey wanted it.

He especially liked that Joey was allowing himself to want him, too, because that meant they'd both come a long way from the beginning when the blond had felt the need to serve him.
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