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Stinging Beauty	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(Giggles nervously) I should rename this fic to something like �Not dead yet�,
considering how lousy I am at updates-nope, this chappie ain�t really worth the wait, though there is a little plot point here. Hope ya like, and thanks to all of you for sticking by and reviewing!

Arigato gozaimasu and ja ne!^^
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67. Transparent

Kaiba Seto was not prone to cuss.
Little wonder that Katsuya was taken completely by
surprise, when he entered his husband�s laboratory and found the brunet cursing
at the top of his lungs in every tongue he could muster.
Searching for the least hazardous place to sit, he
detected an empty spot on one of the various tables strewn across the office
and, folding his arms before his chest, asked humbly:
�Que pasa, adore?�
Normally, using foreign languages managed to both calm
down and turn on the brunet, but this time all Katsuya got in reward was a
glare that could have smashed boulders.
�You are one to ask! How dare you be so sassy after
what you have done?�
The blond�s jaw dropped; this was definetly not
the greeting he had expected after being gone a whole week.
Keeping his tone firm and even, he queried:
�Ja, hello to you too, koibito. Has something happened
since we last saw one another, or-�
Seto practically took a leap at his husband; with a
growl, he snatched Katsuya by the front of his shirt and pulled him close,
their noses almost touching.
For a split-second, the student was tempted to steal a
kiss, which, considering the CEO�s mood, would have probably earned him a
punch.
Instead, he quenched the tiny spark of arousment and
put on a straight, if not surprised face.
Seto was not fooled but this, because his eyes
narrowed in a mixture of lust and disgust, before he hissed:
��Project AI-15 ready and set to go in production!�
Weren�t those your exact words when you came to deliver the finished
layouts to my desk? Then how come the entire scripts are swarming with faults?
I stumble over massive code errors and wrong formatting every which way! I
trusted you with my most important project ever and you give me a pile of data
scrap?!? Have I not made it clear, that AI-15 has absolute priority above anything
else at the moment? Or did you think, since you are my husband, you didn�t need
to take it so serious?!?�
Katsuya opened his mouth to protest, but Seto cut him
off.
Eyes blazing, he snarled:
�Then let me put this into perception for you: you are
one of the two Chief Project Leaders, you follow my direct order and if you
don�t fucking get this mess you call a script back into working order,
I�ll have you fired so fast, you won�t even realize you are out of a
job!"
Mouth wide open, Katsuya merely gaped.
Ok, what the hell could have happened that Seto would
threathen him like this?
He knew for sure that his files were, well, perhaps
not practically perfect, but nowhere as catastrophal as the CEO made them to
be. After all, he had spent the last four months doing nothing but rehearsing
and debugging them.
There was something else going on here, and this time,
it had nothing to do with broken trusts or risky business, but with Seto's
matter of perception.
Studying his husband quietly, Katsuya noticed the dark
circles and hollowed cheeks of the brunet.
And then there was that infamous stress nerve on his right
temple, the 'tell' sign that Seto had probaly not seen more than twelve hours
of sleep in the past six days.
�Why are you in such a rush? I mean, even if we need
to rewrite every single code, we'd still be two days ahead of schedule. So why
are you suddenly feeling so hard-pressed to-�
�Because I want the Virtual Reality Chamber to be
released in fourty-two days, which happens to be my birthday, if you recall!
And would be ten years to the day that I had the idea for this project.�
Releasing his outto, Seto took a step back; hope,
confusion, shame and anxiety warring on his face.
Katsuya gave a small smile, before circling the
brunet's waist from behind.
Rubbing Seto's neck with his cheek and giving it a
gentle kiss, he urged him to continue.
The corporate president relaxed into the gentle
ministrations, mumbling:
�On my eleventh birthday, my-our-stepfather took me to
the flight simulator on his private airport, so I could learn how to conduct
our private jet. I remember sitting in that stupid capsule, waiting eagerly for
the screen to flicker on..You can't imagine the dissapointment I felt upon
seeing those-prehistorical grapics. The sounds, the motions, everything
was so-wrong, it made me sick. I remember getting my flight permit in record
time, because I didn't want to spend more time than absolutely needed in that
primitive box. That's when I decided to create a virtual reality chamber where
everything was so life-like, that one couldn't discern it from the real world.�
He closed his eyes, leaning against Katsuya, who
petted and kissed his backhead and side of the face.
�It's the one thing that has kept me driving, aside of
Mokuba and you, of course. Every single program, every holograpic projector,
the DuelDisc-it was all part of AI-15; testruns, experiments, even those
capsules you remember from High School were nothing but three-dimensional,
functioning models for the actual prototypes.�
Seto gave a heavy sigh, a sudden rush of exhaustion
making his tongue heavy.
�And now that I'm so close to my goal, now that I can
finally realize my dream, I find myself becoming more and more antsy. I've
waited so long, Katsuya, and my patience is running out. Time is running
out.�
Katsuya froze, lips a scarce centimeter away from
Seto's ear.
�What do you mean, time's running out? I thought we
were ahead of schedule-?�
�These things cost money, koi. A lot of money.
I invested practically every single Yen Kaiba Corp has at its dispense into
AI-15. We need to bring it out before Christmas, preferably before the winter season
hits the shops.�
Squeezing the man in his arms gently, the blond
queried:
�How-bad is it, Seto? For real. Are we going bankrupt,
or-�
�Don't be ridiculous!� snorted the CEO. Straigthening
himself, he tenderly freed himself from Katsuya's embrace to face him.
�We would have to sell a company or two, perhaps cut
down on some employees, but that's not the point.�
Katsuya smirked.
�Wakarimashita. You hate losing anything you consider
yours, ne?�
Seto gazed at him, an alien, unreadable expression on
his face. Then he nodded.
�Precisely. Especially if I had to work so hard to
gain it.�

In the following weeks, Mokuba found himself more and
more often forced to attend the various business meetings alone. Which didn't
matter that much, seeing as how he was in charge of all financial aspects.
Nevertheless, the raven-haired teen was worried; his ani was spending money
almost as fast as they made it, and the younger Kaiba had a hard time
convincing the various investors and directors that Seto knew what he was doing.
Katsuya spent every waking(and many a sleeping)moment
revamping and clearing his schedules; Tsuchiya Seichi and Yurakucho Ran were chasing Doutoku's ensemble around
like the proverbial rabbits and everybody was working overtime.
It was not
a rare happening, that Mokuba returned from school or a meeting and found both
Seto and his giri no ani fast asleep admidst files, notebooks and calculations.
Twenty-four
days before the official release, shortly before the first series of chambers went
into production, Seto collapsed in the entry hall of the Kaiba Tower and was
restricted to his bed for five days straight by doctor's orders.
Three days
later he got into a fight with Katsyua, because the blond came home from
college to find him typing away at the mainframe.
Hauling the brunet back to their bedroom, Katsuya tried not to let the worry
seep into his voice when he noticed how much weight his husband had lost, but
roared:
�And if you
ten times know how to fix that last code, I don't want you down there
before sensei says so, wakarimashita?�
He dumped
the CEO unceremoniously on their bed, but before he had a chance to take off
his shoes and tuck him in, Seto was already up again and trying to escape.
However,
Katsuya knew his husband well enough to have foreseen that move; quickly he
snatched his wrist and, using one of Seto's own tricks, propelled the brunet
back on the comforter, where he pinned and held him down by sheer force.
�And stay
put, or do I have to fucking tie you down, you bloody eel?!?�
For a
second, both men froze at the blond's outburst, then Seto gave a sly grin and
purred:
�My, I
didn't knew you were into bondage, but if you are willing to give it a try, I
surely would not mind.�
Katsuya was
stunned; Seto was pushing his groin upward to meet his, their cloath-concealed
members touching ever so lightly. The blond gave a low, needy moan when he
imagined his husband chained to the bedposts, long legs entangled in silk
ropes�
Sapphire,
alluring and calculating despite the obvious exhaust, locked onto concerned,
aroused golden ones.
�I could do
that for you, koi, if you give me another hour-no, forty minutes-to finish my
work. How does that sound, hmm?�
The blond shivered with lust, then gave a
broad grin.

�-check on
you in an hour. Sweet dreams, aibou!� smiled Katsuya, as he waved good-bye to
Seto, who was handcuffed to the bed and staring at him, rage and disbelief
evident on his face.
�Don't you
dare do that, Katsuya! Don't you dare walk out on me, you bastard!�
The blond
tutted and, closing the door, cheered:
�Oyasumi nasai,
koibito!�
Click
The CEO
gaped at the closed door, then began to buck and twist in his bonds, shouting:
�Come back!
Come back here this very minute and free me, you god-forsaken son-of-a-bitch!
Do you hear me, Jounouchi Katsuya? Or kami help me, you will never recover from
what I'm going to do with you, once I get out of here!�
There was
no answer, only the rapidly fading sound of footsteps gaining distance.
�Katsuya?�
Silence.
Seto
groaned, letting his head plop on the pillow.
Minutes
passed, the only sound in the large room the brunet's rythmic breaths, then,
�I need to
use the bathroom.�

�Kawashiro.�
The aforementioned turned to see his friend-of-sorts
saunter up to him.
Switching his trolley from the right to the left hand,
he waited on the path near the gate leading to freedom.
The younger man came to stand short before him, eyes
alert and accusing.
He held out his hand and, offering Kawashiro a dented,
obviously often-read book, stated:
�I..heard you're leaving today, so I figured you'd
want this back.�
Grey met chestnut; a curt, silent conversation was
exchanged, then Kawashiro grinned.
�Keep it. You can return it to me when we meet again.�
With that, he turned and, giving the guard a last,
heartfelt good-bye, stepped through the main entry towards the waiting taxi.
His comrade watched him leave, the meaning behind
Kawashiro's words slowly sinking in.
And then,
for the first time in years, a genuine, truly grateful smile crossed the man's
features, making him look stunningly beautiful.

��

Hmm?
Predictable? Well, that may be-but then again�...
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