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Seto was accustomed already to waking up early in the morning, but he wasn't used to finding himself in the awkward situation of dealing with morning wood while sleeping next to another human being. Becoming immediately embarrassed, he quickly awakened and tried moving away from the contact of Jonouchi's back, who seemed still asleep, breathing heavily in his spot.

They hadn't moved since the night before. And looking over his shoulder to glance at the other boy, Seto could really see the other male's features close up in the light now that they were so close together. Like how full his mouth was, and his broken looking nose. He had a cut lip, and his face had dark eyebrows, although not quite the black he first thought from far away. More like his own natural color, but Jonouchi must have darkened them with makeup to look more intimidating...

The roots of his hair were lighter too, although not the bright yellow he tried to make himself out to be. It was interesting, and snorting, Seto figured Jonouchi wasn't fully Japanese, but he certainly wasn't not Japanese either. Just a weird looking mutt, which made sense since he was trying to hide his true appearance.

Getting up, he went looking for the restroom and found something that appeared to look like one. It was dirty, with a rack of porn next to the toilet and hair around the sink like Jonouchi hadn't tried washing the bowl after shaving. Making a face, Seto used his hands to drink some water before washing his face and looking into the mirror.

His hair was matted.

He tried to comb it out with his fingers, realizing that there wasn't a comb or brush in the bathroom (and he wasn't sure he'd use it if there was). It was frustrating; his hair wasn't as easy to make flat as he might have liked, and some strands aimed themselves hopelessly in directions that seemed completely unnatural.

After a little effort though, he deemed himself presentable and returned to Jonouchi's bedroom. He felt like he should say something before leaving, rather than just skipping off, but he wasn't sure what to say. And he wanted to avoid questioning.

Jonouchi blinked his eyes open and looked at him before he could finish making a decision. Seto watched as the other boy sat up, yawning and stretching his arms over his head.

"You're like one of those women from the old movies," he grumbled, his voice low and crackly from sleep, "Wake up lookin' just as preened as when you went to sleep."

Seto blinked, mildly offended by the comparison, but he didn't let it get to him. Jonouchi didn't miss any opportunity to be glib, evidently, even if he'd only just awakened.

"I got washed up a moment ago," he explained, "I have to get back home, and quickly."

He didn't want Jonouchi to know the level of trouble he'd be in if anyone important realized he was missing, but he made it evident that he wouldn't be dissuaded. Jonouchi scratched his messy hair momentarily, then rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed, poking around his room to find some socks.

"I'll take you back to the woods, then," he offered. Seto couldn't believe how quickly he'd gone from barely awake to full awareness. "You shouldn't walk around here by yourself, even during the day."

"I'll take your word for it."

Before Jonouchi could refuse too, Seto walked over to him and stuffed several bills of yen into his hand, walking away just as quickly to prevent rebuttal. He knew how broke the teen was, or at least appeared to be. A few thousand yen he'd gotten from "friends" at Kaiba Corp would do Jonouchi some good, especially since he bothered to get Seto dinner, and he hated owing people...

"You didn't have to do that, man," mumbled Jonouchi, but he pocketed the money before putting on his shoes, "I knew you were rich but damn."

"It's not anything, so don't make something of it."

There was a snort, but Seto rolled his eyes and straightened out his clothes. He really needed to get back home, and soon, because if Gozaburo decided to take the company jet back to Domino City that morning, he'd be screwed.

"How far away is the park from here?" He asked, giving Jonouchi a rather sharp look before opening the door to get out.

"A few blocks, we'll be there in seven minutes, I think."

Thankfully Jonouchi was right about that, they were quick to avoid trouble while getting through town, and once they reached the river, Seto quickly remembered his surroundings and took mental note of where Jonouchi lived. Just in case.

"Will I see you again?" Called out Jonouchi.

Seto was silent for a second. If he showed up again, it would be like having a friend. And that made things very complicated, because relationships were not only troubling for him, but dangerous. Gozaburo would do something if he found out about Jonouchi, and not wanting to make himself attached, Seto shook his head no.

"I highly doubt it. But I appreciate you having me over last night, and take care of yourself."

"Pfft, I always do, richie."

Seto's only response to this new nickname was raising his eyebrow before turning and making his way back toward the mansion. He had a long walk ahead of him, and if he wanted to be back within a safe period of time, he'd have to be quick about it. Gozaburo wasn't due back for a little while, but he could always decide to surprise everyone by showing up.

When he finally made it back to the mansion grounds, he quickly walked to the house and got upstairs with minimal detection. He needed to shower and change, and get his grass-stained, mussed-up clothes into the laundry before anyone noticed and decided to make something of it. If that should happen. He preferred not to take chances.

Using the servant's hallway, he was quick to get up to his room undetected, going into his own bedroom despite Gozaburo having told him not to scurry around the house like some rat. Seto didn't care though, and once he was alone in the bathroom (which was clean to his pleasure), he stripped down until he was nude and got into a tub full of hot soapy water, letting the dirt rinse from his body and relaxing again finally.

His muscles felt cramped. Probably from walking in the woods for so long, so quickly. Seto had even thought about running, but it was too hot for that and he had no water to keep from passing out.

Finally alone, Seto turned off his hesitations and thought about the nudes again. They were still sitting in Jonouchi's apartment, unappreciated, and he was slightly frustrated over the fact that he didn't take them for himself. How nice it would have been, to look at them all alone now that he was feeling relaxed.

And warm.

Closing his eyes, he could clearly imagine the pictures, the beautiful black and white, and how the bodies curved alluringly in the shots. Probably not even on purpose, because the photographer was trying to be artistic, but still. He could see everything, all the parts of the body, from the women's outer labia to the man's fully developed testes, and he couldn't stop from thinking about it.

What did it even feel like, the warmth of another body? He could remember what Jonouchi felt like through his shirt, but their touch was awkward and he was a male. It didn't mean anything, and becoming slightly cross from the thought, he tried envisioning the girls again, how different each of their breasts looked, and the sizes of their hips.

He couldn't say that one body type appealed to him more than another, per se. Especially since they were posed so attractively in the magazine, and whatever flaws or strange angles that might have been were cleverly hidden. Women's bodies were appealing in how voluptuous they were, as compared to the stronger and more angular bodies of males.

He thought more about the pictures of the women, the different shapes and tones. Even in grayscale, the varied skin tones and hair colors were obvious; everything looked natural, and he couldn't help but be stimulated by the memory of the more sensual images. There was a little bit of fetish photography as well, women posed like erotic portrait subjects in what was obviously intended to be a sexual position. Even that had a certain artistic tone to it, rather than the raw, tacky pictures that Jonouchi preferred.

Seto felt heat rising to his cheeks, not so much from embarrassment as from his body warming up in a very specific way. He was familiar with the sensation-it was getting more and more common for him to wake up in the morning with his genitals in an uncomfortable state, but he'd never done anything but ignore it before. Now, though, with the images in his mind and the warm water making him relaxed enough to indulge himself, he tentatively started to touch himself.

The sensation was enjoyable. He found that it was even better when he had something to think about-like the nude photos. The mental stimulation made his groin feel tight, and he felt his shaft pulsing in his hand. He started to pant a little, letting out hot breaths when he exhaled. Stroking himself with his flesh under the water almost made it feel like it wasn't his own hand. He tipped his head back, his pelvis rocking back and forth instinctively. He felt his lower stomach tighten, and then a tingling feeling in his testicles as all his muscles pulled taunt; images from the night before were jumbling frantically in his mind, everything from the photography to the porn mag to Jonouchi. Jonouchi, of all things. His goofy grin, his eyes sparkling when he teased, the feeling of his back as they fell asleep next to each other.

Then he climaxed, falling limp in the tub as he caught his breath. He didn't even have the will to open his eyes when he was done. He took a moment to get his rate of breathing back to normal, let his heart calm its pace, and his erection to subside. Then he blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it. The feeling of satisfaction and relief was incredible and novel.

But he couldn't help being a little disturbed. He hadn't thought about Jonouchi on purpose; his mind had been panicked and racing around. It was just poor chance that he'd thought of Jonouchi. It still made him blush, though. The memory of Jonouchi's firm back against his own was giving him an entirely new context due to association, to the point that he now shied away from the thought.

He also realized with some disdain that water made semen stick to everything. It was clinging to his skin and the edges of the tub. He finished washing and drained the water, rinsing thoroughly to make sure he didn't have any bodily fluids stuck to his skin.

But he tried fighting against feeling shameful over the entire act, since men were supposed to do that. People had told him so, off hand, he'd just never tried it before since he was so distracted. Nor had he looked at a naked person before, outside of the kids at the orphanage and whenever he saw a nude painting. It wasn't the same. Then, it hadn't been sexual or appealing to him.

Thankfully no one interrupted him while he dressed, getting back into his usual white attire, and feeling slightly more relaxed despite the embarrassment of Jonouchi showing up in his thoughts (something be blamed on fatigue). Glancing at the window, when he saw Gozaburo's limo drive by the house, and it didn't bother him.

Or not as much at least, as it probably should have bothered him.

Gozaburo couldn't take that away from him. If he so desired, he could easily trick Isono or Damian to take him to some bookstore and hide a bunch of nudes with the study material. They weren't that focused on what he was reading as much as they were always trying to make sure his mind was busy.

And Gozaburo never looked through his things. Not in a long while.

Grinning slightly to himself as he watched the old man come out of his car, Seto crossed his arms and sat his chin on his hand. The goofy grin was something he rarely ever allowed himself, but sighing, he knew no one would see him do it.

He could do whatever he wanted while alone.

Like when he was in town with Jonouchi. No one was there to boss him around, it was such a concept he wasn't used to, and something he wanted to experience more of. The freedom to wander around and not second guess people's interactions. Jonouchi seemed quite incapable of lying, and the more he thought about it, Seto thought that maybe it wouldn't be too terrible having a friend. Even if he was inferior to him.

It could come to some use later in life anyways. Who knew what could happen, and it was a good study, in figuring out people. He was certainly more interesting than the boring adults who usually surrounded him, and when Gozaburo entered the house, he knew his thoughts would be interrupted over the man's short awaited return.

And Mokuba.

Seto hadn't expected to feel so relieved to see his brother again, but there it was. As he watched Mokuba jump out of the limo and make a dash for the house, he couldn't help but feel as if they hadn't seen each other in a long time. They hadn't, in a way, he supposed. Mokuba had been banned from seeing him for a while now. Seto briskly walked toward the foyer, knowing that Mokuba was probably coming his way and hoping to meet him along the way. Maybe it would only be a few moments, but it was more than they'd had for some time.

He saw Mokuba ascending the stairs to the second floor, and when they made eye contact, he grinned and ran toward him, colliding with him and holding on tightly. Seto returned the embrace (less crushing though he was) for a few seconds; then he heard the front door open, and he shooed Mokuba off, trying to get him out of sight of Gozaburo before he saw them breaking his new regulation.

He composed himself, ensuring that his posture was correct and his clothes were presentable before striding to the foyer stairs, descending as Gozaburo walked through the door. When their eyes met, he already knew something was off-Gozaburo had that spark deep in his eyes that meant he was planning to play some kind of mind game. Seto already found that he was having to will himself to stay quiet. Every manner of rebellious actions and thoughts ran through his mind, but he quelled those daydreams. If he wanted to survive long enough to take the company, he'd have to put up with Gozaburo's bullshit.

It wouldn't be too much longer.

"Welcome back," Seto greeted, knowing that not speaking first would probably earn him some small punishment. Gozaburo snorted amusedly, removing his cigar from his mouth to blow smoke.

"Don't you look excited to see me," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "But your presence saves me the trouble of having you fetched. I have something to discuss with you."

Now that the ice was broken, Seto didn't speak again. He waited for Gozaburo to take his place at his desk, crossing his leg as he smoked his cigar and watched Seto stand there in front of him. Maybe it gave him some sort of power trip, having his step son standing there like some soldier put at attention, but instead of just waiting forever to find out what the old man had to say, Seto looked out the window.

"Day dreaming again? I thought you grew away from that."

"I am merely admiring the weather we've been having, Father."

"You're a terrible liar, Seto...

I've been thinking about Mokuba," Gozaburo continued, sticking the cigar into the side of his mouth, making it bob back and forth, "He's been nothing but a bother. Surely, you've realized what a burden he is to you."

"He's my brother," answered Seto back rather stubbornly, although his eyes betrayed no emotion, "And its my responsibility to care for him regardless of how burdensome he can be at times..."

"Do you think that kind of attitude will make you successful in life?" Gozaburo scoffed. "I assumed you'd learned better. Fool sentiments will do nothing but hold you back in every part of your life."

"I'd rather be held back momentarily than be alone and die miserable," replied Seto, "Being rich doesn't mean dying wealthy."

He couldn't help but smirk from that logic, unable to stop himself as Gozaburo sat there fuming. Everyone knew the master was going to die alone, and probably bitter. No one would care about him once he'd passed, and he'd be lucky if anyone decided to throw him a service. Or make sure his body went through the rites. Seto certainly wasn't going to worry himself with that when the day came.

"You have more to learn than you think, boy," Gozaburo growled, standing, "There are two things that have meaning in this world, and they are survival and power. You have no sense for either, and until you find some, you'll remain a failure."

Seto recalled briefly the night Gozaburo had ranted drunkenly at him, bitter and enraged, and it made his chest burn. Even though the words stung, the memory kept him fully aware that Gozaburo was weak. And his beliefs only made him more so; a true coward was unable to take the risk of having a heart. Of indulging in "sentiment".

"What power did you have then, dear Father, when you stumbled into your dead wife's bedroom the night before? Was that some sort of of sense I haven't acquired yet too? Or are you not as mighty as you think you are?"

Gozaburo froze, his eyes cold. The pupils were narrowed, and at first Seto thought he might be on the verge of spastic rage; then the old man snorted as if amused, straightened, and took his seat again as he pulled his cigar case from his coat.

"If you don't learn to sever ties, you'll always fall from grace," he said while staring at Seto, smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils as he spoke like it might from some great evil dragon at the end of a storybook. "The fact remains that no one can be trusted. There isn't anyone alive who won't eventually betray you, Seto. The only variable is how much you waste on them before they do."

"Mokuba is just a child," replied Seto, his face becoming cross. He was used to the anger, and he relied on it to win the upper hand, but Gozaburo threw him for a loop. Him laughing over his drunkenness was not something he planned on. "He's not capable of hurting anyone."

"Have I taught you to be so short-sighted?" Gozaburo asked. It was infuriating, the way his eyes seemed to smirk smugly when he asked questions like that. Like he knew that, even if Seto knew he was wrong, a little doubt would try to worm into his mind. "Do you think he'll be a child forever, Seto? He's intelligent-a good rival for you, if he ever felt the inspiration to be. Maybe even a replacement."

"You're bluffing."

If Gozaburo wanted that, he would have groomed Mokuba for that position long ago. Sure, he was smart, but not as strong as Seto was, and the way he cried and acted out was example enough to show that he could not be like his brother. Mokuba couldn't stomach it, and everyone knew that. In Gozaburo's past opinion, his intellect was a waste.

"My brother is nothing to you but something to hang over my head, and we both know that. If it wasn't for him, I would have left this place years ago. Let the authorities know what kind of monster you truly are, but we both know I can't do that..."

At least not yet.

"You wouldn't dare do anything to my brother."

Gozaburo only smirked and chuckled quietly, tapping the end of his cigar against the ashtray on his desk.

"Always the valiant defender," he muttered, his tone mocking, "Tell me, if you're so sure that your brother would never betray you, then why are you so threatened? The mere thought that I might replace you with him has you on edge.

You've thought about it before, haven't you?"

Seto couldn't deny that his jaw was tense. He was close to grinding his teeth, and he couldn't hide his disdain any longer now that he was all emotional. Usually he didn't allow himself to get that upset over anything Gozaburo said, not since he was a child, but hearing such a threat... a consideration...

"No," he lied, "It never once crossed my mind."

"I'm sure. You love your brother far too much to think he could do that to you," Gozaburo leaned back in his chair, not bothering to hide his triumphant smirk. He knew he'd managed to get under Seto's skin and plant a veritable mental time bomb in his equilibrium. Seto cursed internally, knowing that Gozaburo had won this round if only because he'd elicited a reaction.

"I've nothing else to discuss with you," Gozaburo waved his hand dismissively and started shuffling through some papers on his desk, "You may go now."

Seto merely bowed before leaving, bolting out into the hall once the door was closed. It was strange, that Gozaburo hadn't just lost it on him like times before, Seto was ready for that. His behavior then was at least predictable, and he didn't care about being hit once or twice. A slap across the face was nothing, he could deal with that, but the sense of doubt Gozaburo was now delivering him...

He was preoccupied with his thoughts as he returned swiftly to his room. He barely noticed the people he passed on the way. Not that he and the servants ever paid each other much attention to begin with. He struggled with the conversation he'd had with Gozaburo, mainly because just a little bit of it was true. He was fully aware that Mokuba could be a threat in the right context, and it had crossed his mind more than once.

He knew that a little truth could cloak the biggest lies, though. It was obvious to him that Gozaburo was only trying to undermine his confidence. Make him doubt the only person he could really trust. The unsettling thing was that it worked in some small way, regardless of how reluctant he was to allow it. It wasn't until he'd sat staring out his bedroom window for quite some time that he finally quelled his doubt.

Seto was sick and tired of Gozaburo's games. He was sick of being trapped in Kaiba Mansion, sick of the control, sick of the constant condescension. His mind returned frequently to the day before, when he'd been with Jonouchi. He craved that freedom-choosing his own actions was a novelty, and he knew it shouldn't be. It was only unusual because of Gozaburo.

Everything really would be better if he wasn't around, wouldn't it?

He was almost afraid to harbor such a thought, partly because it was so tantalizing and he knew himself enough to realize the lengths he would go to in order to achieve that goal. But it was the truth. Gozaburo was a problem. He always would be, so long as he had any influence at all with which to cause turmoil in Seto's life. And Mokuba's. He realized with growing horror that, even if he took over Kaiba Corporation and found a way to get Gozaburo out of the picture, Mokuba would still be a minor. A minor not old enough to legally make the decision to stay with his sibling instead of a parent.

Although he didn't actually have a parent. Not truly. Would it be possible to discredit Gozaburo if he decided to try something once Seto was successful? He wasn't sure, and the thought of losing his brother in retaliation was almost more disturbing than the fact that, when he thought about it before passing out in his bed, not having Mokuba to begin with would have made things much easier...

Much simpler.
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