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100 Puppies and Dragons	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8453 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A Moment of Time

Nnh… Seto… help…

Seto sat up abruptly and gasped, eyes wide as he remembered the way Joey had looked up at him in agony, gripping the bullet wounds that had dyed his shirt bright red. He turned quickly, horrified when he saw the bed empty. "Joey? Joey? Joey?"

He tossed his blankets off and stood, gasping as a sharp, hot pain ripped through his chest and shoulder. "Oh God-!" Tumbling to the ground, he let out a startled roar and gripped his chest. "Damn!"

"Seto?" Joey opened the door and stepped into the bedroom quickly, gasping when he saw the brunet on the floor. "Seto! Oh, God, what happened!" He rushed over to the brunet and helped him sit up, frowning. "Seto, ya ripped your stitches. Here, lemme go get—Ngh!"

Seto kissed him roughly, digging his fingers into the blond's thick hair. "Mmn… Mm—"

"Uhn-!" Joey gasped as the older boy broke the kiss and instead began attacking his throat. "Ugh, Seto, wha—"

"I thought I watched you die," Seto whispered, eyes squeezing shut tightly. He hugged him tightly. "I keep seeing that moment again and again. I thought you were gone. I woke up and you weren't here and I thought—I thought—"

Realizing that in his disorientation he'd thought that he'd died, Joey kissed his forehead lightly and gave him a tight hug. "Oh, Seto. It's okay. I'm fine. See?" He pulled back just enough to pull his shirt up, showing the puckered, stitched-up bullet wounds in his side and stomach. "See? I'm healin' up just fine. Seto, I need t' see your stitches, okay? Lemme see. They're bleeding."

Seto frowned, remembering the pain he'd felt when he'd stood up, then lifted his hand to touch the buttons on his shirt. "I-?"

Joey brushed his hands away and began to gently unbutton his shirt. "I'm sorry I was gone when ya woke up. I was goin' t' the bathroom."

"I thought you were gone," the older boy murmured, frowning. "I thought you'd died in my arms."

"Yuck, these are really bad," the blond muttered, delicately touching around the wounds that had ripped open. "Seto, come t' the bathroom with me so I can clean ya up and change your bandages."

Seto yanked him down into another kiss. "I'm so glad you're alive, Joey."

Joey smiled and kissed him again. "It was more touch-and-go with you, Seto. You were really hurt." He stood and offered the brunet his hands. "Come on. I'll help ya up and then we can go get ya healed up."

The brunet allowed him to help him to his feet. "I'm sorry. That was incredibly needy of me."

The younger boy giggled. "I dunno. It was pretty cute." He kissed the brunet's cheek and led him into the bathroom. "Don't worry, Seto, I'll take care of ya."

"…You remember that I said I didn't want to see a psychiatrist after the attack?" Seto asked after he'd sat down on the toilet seat. He flinched as the blond peeled the sticky bandages off. "Ugh."

"I remember," Joey murmured, frowning, as he pulled out the first-aid kit. He wet a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide and began dabbing at the bleeding wound. "How's that feel?"

"Cold. In any case—I think maybe I should reconsider declining psychiatric care for a while." Seto frowned and tilted his head. "…Perhaps… I could see your psychiatrist with you?"

The blond turned to look at him and blinked, then smiled. "I don't see why not. I complain about you a lot though, so don't get too mad."

"…I had to pay for my last girlfriend's psychiatric care after dating me too, so I don't really care…" the older boy mumbled, glancing away.

Joey's smile fell. "Ya really are a crazy bastard, ain't ya?"

"…Yeah…"

The blond sighed and rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling quite tired. "Seto, why do I put up with ya?"

Seto frowned and scratched the back of his head. "…Because I'm cute?"

"…That must be it, otherwise I would never deal with your crazy shit," Joey replied, kissing his cheek again. "Raise your arm so I can get the bandages right. –But not too much, we don't want your stitches rippin' anymore than they are. We'll hafta go t' the doctor t' have him check 'em and make sure they're not gettin' infected…"

"…I wish I was unconscious for this. This is probably the most uncomfortable position I've ever been in," the older boy grumbled, arm halfway up and turned to the side to give the blond more room.

Joey nearly purred. "'s soon as yer all healed up, I can show ya some really uncomfortable but satisfyin' positions."

Seto scowled. "I hate you."

The blond smiled brightly. "You get t' be crazy; I get t' be a tease!"

Seto continued to grumble to himself, but he admitted that the blond needed some sort of defense to his craziness. He supposed that being a tease was as good a defense as any.

Joey tied the bandages tightly and smoothed his hands over the wounds gently, smile fading a little. "…I'll try not t' be outta bed until you're awake, Seto. I can't imagine how upset ya were when ya woke up and I wasn't there."

"…You shouldn't have to schedule your bladder around my panic attacks," the brunet muttered.

"It's okay. I already said that I think it's cute. Besides, if it means healin' faster 'cause you're not rippin' your stitches, I don't mind." The younger boy leaned in to kiss him lightly. "Don't argue with me Seto because I will argue until we're both blue in the face and if ya don't let me win I will punch ya. Hard."

Seto opened his mouth, closed it, then sighed. "Okay."

Joey smiled. "Thank you!" He squeaked as the brunet grabbed him around the waist and dragged him into his lap. "Seto!"

"You're a tease and I can't even do anything about it without either of us ripping our stitches." Seto pressed a kiss to the blond's collarbone and sighed again. "You're the worst. Can't you at least tone it down until I can do something?"

The blond rolled his eyes. "I suppose I could try. This is gonna drive me batshit, though."

"I'm doing it for your safety. You were shot in the stomach." The older boy frowned and traced his fingers over one of his wounds. "You okay?"

Joey huffed and grouched, "Yeah, I'm not the moron that ripped his stitches." When the brunet only glared at him, he leaned down to kiss him and sighed. "Let's go back t' bed, Seto."

"Alright." Seto kissed his collarbone again. "And I'll call the doctor tomorrow to look at my stitches. Okay?"

"And I'll ask my shrink if you can come. I don't know why he should say no, though. You're the one payin' him."

"Okay." Nuzzling the blond's shoulder, the older boy sighed. "I'm not against sitting here all night though."

Joey chuckled and cupped his cheeks to kiss him again. "You're cute, Seto, and while the idea of stayin' here all night is nice… Somethin' about the toilet just takes away from the experience."

Seto laughed and allowed the blond to slide off of his lap. "I suppose you're right. Fine, let's go to bed."

Joey paused a few minutes to wash his hands and put the first-aid kit away as the brunet went back to bed, smile fading. He hadn't been sure Seto knew just how close to dying both of them had been. Suddenly, he realized that Seto may have been too aware.

He remembered the desperate, horrified sound of Seto's voice when he'd called out to him, becoming more and more frantic each time until he'd heard the thud of him hitting the ground. He never wanted that to happen again, never wanted the brunet's mind to think back to that moment in time when they'd been cornered by an assassin and shot before Seto's security team had gotten to them.

If he had to stay in bed all night for Seto's peace of mind, he didn't care. As long as he never had to hear him sound so upset again.
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