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Say it with Plushies	By : DarkTemptations Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Say it with Plushies 6/8

Author: Dark Temptations

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Rating: R

Summary: Joey is failing one of his classes, until he finds the inspiration he needs to pass it. But what is the source of his inspiration? Does it have anything to do with a certain sapphire-eyed brunette?

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Dark Temptations Presents

Say it with Plushies

Chapter 6

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Kaiba paused as he entered the locker area, his eyes immediately drawn to the tousled blonde head he could see on the other side of the room. He was a little shocked at himself by the thoughts that immediately ran through his mind.

As he headed over to Wheeler, he silently cursed himself for giving in to the strange impulse that had overtaken him the afternoon before. Whatever had possessed him to get so close, and to *Wheeler* of all people? Now... he could still feel the warmth that had come from the other teen's body as he had leaned over him, and his mind insisted on constantly replaying the image of Wheeler's face that had been burned into his memory at that moment. Tousled golden-blonde hair, warm brown eyes that had stared at him in dazed fascination, smooth skin that had been slightly flushed over his cheeks and his lips... Oh those lips... They had been parted slightly and Kaiba had not been able to keep himself from wondering what it would be like to slip his tongue between them and taste the blonde's essence.

Wheeler looked up and smirked at him, causing Kaiba to mentally wince. There was another reason why he was regretting what he had done the previous afternoon. Although he knew that he had merely been obeying an impulse that he had not understood, and still did not, he had a feeling that the blonde would have seen it in a very different light. In fact, he could tell from the gleam in Wheeler's eyes that the other teen had taken it as a challenge, or a dare, or something equally as ridiculous. Which meant one thing...

Kaiba sighed and braced himself for whatever revenge the blonde had planned for him.

He was expecting Wheeler to be angry or at least annoyed, but instead the teen simply smirked and handed him the box. "Since we don't have English 'til last period, you can borrow my locker for cover if ya want to open it now."

After a moment's consideration, Kaiba nodded and the blonde opened his locker. Wheeler continued to smirk and received a wary sapphire glance in response as Kaiba moved to the locker and carefully opened the box.

The melted icepack was still covering the plushie's groin, but now its face was covered by what looked like a white piece of card. Kaiba arched an eyebrow and then frowned slightly. He went to move the card and it came off in his hand, revealing itself to be a photo of Wheeler. It had been stuck to the plushie with some sort of sweet. Both of Kaiba's eyebrows raised as he looked at it more closely. "What in the world is this? It looks like a pair of lips made out of that gummy jelly stuff."

"That's exactly what it is." Wheeler's voice was low and close. Too close.

Kaiba slowly turned his head and scowled as his suspicion was proven to be correct. The blonde had moved in behind him and was mirroring the position Kaiba had taken the day before. The same feeling of warmth rushed through the brunette's body and he tensed. Every instinct in his body was crying out for him to turn and face Wheeler, but at the same time his mind was ordering him to stay calm and glare his way out of this situation. Years of following his mind over his body made the choice simple for him.

"Enjoying yourself, Wheeler?" He glared at the blonde, who irritated him further by smirking at him. Kaiba's breath hitched in his throat as the other teen then shifted, leaning forward. The brunette quickly turned his head back to face the locker again, figuring that if he couldn't see how close they were, then he couldn't be bothered by it.

"Actually... yeah, I am." Wheeler's voice purred directly into Kaiba's ear, sending a thrill down his spine, although he would certainly never admit to it.

"Well I am not." He'd been trying for a low growl, but Kaiba silently berated himself when his voice came out sounding as weak and unconvincing as the mew of a kitten.

"Tough. So... Do ya get it?"

Kaiba had never realised until that moment just how distracting it was to have someone purring in your ear. "Do I get what?"

The blonde smiled. "My message."

Of course. The infernal message that had caused this situation to occur in the first place. Kaiba looked into the box again, as much to refresh his memory as to hide the visual evidence of the heat he could feel rising into his cheeks.

The plushie stared back at him with its blue button eyes. The plushie with the icepack and the lip candy connected to a photograph of... Kaiba's eyes widened in shock and he went absolutely still. Surely the message didn't mean...

"If you're so hot, then why didn't ya kiss me?" The low voice purring the words into his ear made Kaiba shiver. He leaned more heavily against the locker, needing the support as his knees unexpectedly, and most inconveniently, went weak. His mouth went dry and he was suddenly aware of just how hard his heart was pounding in his chest. He struggled to find words... any words... but his mind had gone blank.

The warmth at his back left, leaving him feeling oddly chilled. He turned his head and stared at Wheeler's retreating form, too disconcerted by the thoughts and feelings flooding his body to do anything else. Then the blonde looked back, smirking over his shoulder.

"Close my locker when you're done, okay?"

Kaiba felt the heat rising into his cheeks again as he remembered where they were. He slowly looked around, certain that half the school must surely have been present to see his humiliation. It took him a few moments to realise why there was no one in sight, then his loud curse echoed through the hall. He'd been so focused on what had been happening, he hadn't heard the bell ring.

A minute later, Kaiba strode down the hallway on his way to his first class, the familiar box under his arm and the door to Wheeler's locker closed once more.

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Kaiba scowled at the blank computer screen in front of him. Normally, computer class was the one class where he *did* participate. At least, he used the computer on the desk in front of him rather than using his laptop. He was supposed to be composing a letter to the CEO of a company he was planning on making a take-over bid on, but the words simply refused to come to him. It seemed that his usually effortless focus had abandoned him. He had no trouble working out the reason for it.

Ever since that morning, Kaiba had been unable to concentrate on anything work-related, or even school-related, for more than five minutes without thoughts of a certain blonde-haired duellist popping into his mind. Those thoughts had proven to be very distracting.

If he wasn't remembering the warmth of Wheeler's body so near to his own, Kaiba was picturing how the blonde had looked the day before, as he'd been leaning over him. He'd even found himself wondering, more than once, what it would have been like if he *had* kissed the other boy. Of course, every time *that* thought came into his mind, Kaiba immediately pushed it back out again. But still, it persisted on reappearing with annoying frequency.

Of course, thoughts about Wheeler's last message were running through Kaiba's mind almost as much. He was becoming very frustrated at the fact that it was almost the end of the day and he still had not come up with a reply. It was all that blonde annoyance's fault, of course. How was he supposed to respond to a message like *that*? It was less of a question and more of a flirtation. In fact, it bordered on being...

Kaiba went still as his line of thought became an idea. An idea which struck him immediately as being the perfect response to Wheeler's message. Smirking, he pulled the keyboard closer and began to type.

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All through English class, Joey had to fight the urge to turn around and see if Kaiba really was staring at him. His instincts were screaming at him that he was being watched and he was sure the brunette was the one doing the watching, but he didn't dare turn around to see. If it was just his imagination, then turning around would just draw Kaiba's attention and Joey had no doubt that the other teen would turn the situation to his own advantage somehow. Besides, even if he did turn around and find Kaiba looking at him, what would it prove? That the powerful CEO of Kaiba Corp. wanted him? Yeah, like *that* was likely to happen! After his stunt that morning, it was more likely that Kaiba wouldn't even bother to reply to the message and their game, or whatever it was, would be all over.

Joey sighed and slumped a little further into his seat, not willing to admit how much the thought depressed him. He stayed that way until the bell rang, signalling the end of class. Since it was the last class for the day, Joey took his time gathering his books. Normally, he would have been leading the mad rush of students out of the classroom, but there wasn't any point in rushing if Kaiba wasn't going to reply.

The box appeared in his line of sight as it was placed on the edge of the table. Joey stared at it in shock and then looked up, just in time to see Kaiba heading out of the room.

Joey put his hand on the box and glanced around. The teacher was at the front of the room, talking to a couple of students who had questions about the lesson. Apart from that, there was no one else around. He opened the box eagerly and then tensed as he saw what was inside.

The plushie had a single piece of paper lying on top of it, but it wasn't just *any* piece of paper. It was an invitation. For an instant, Joey's heart soared. Kaiba was inviting him somewhere! Then he read the words on the paper and glared at it. "'Joey Wheeler invites Seto Kaiba to kiss him and know incredible pleasure.' Why that arrogant..." He would have said more but he cut himself off when he realised that his voice was almost loud enough to be heard by the others still in the room. He quickly finished packing his books away and stood up, fuming as he strode out of the room towards the lockers, the box in his hands.

"Yeah, he can kiss me all right and I know just how to tell him so!"

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Kaiba glared at the contents of his locker, very annoyed that there was nothing in there that gave him any sort of excuse for standing there a second longer. For that matter, there hadn't been anything worth looking at when he'd first opened his locker, and that had been several minutes earlier. His glare intensified as a very small part of his mind suggested that he was deliberately delaying leaving because he wanted to see a certain blonde's reaction to his message... and find out if he'd dare respond to it physically. He was about to slam his locker shut when he heard quick footsteps coming down the hall. Kaiba quickly began flicking through one of his notebooks as if looking for something.

He heard the footsteps come near, faltering just once as they passed behind him. Kaiba didn't question how he knew the steps were Wheeler's. Some part of him had recognised them earlier, the hesitation had merely proven what he had already known. He listened closely but the only thing he heard was a locker opening, followed by an odd rustling sound and Wheeler's voice muttering, "Where did I put it? I know it's in here somewhere. Oh! There it is!"

Kaiba was still wondering why he felt vaguely unsatisfied that Wheeler hadn't verbally responded to his message when the plushie's box was suddenly pushed over his shoulder and into his locker. The startled brunette turned and found himself staring into a pair of brown eyes that held what his mind helpfully labelled 'an evil twinkle'.

"My reply."

Thrown more than he would readily admit by the blonde's reaction to his provoking message, Kaiba eyed the box warily before he opened it. At the sight of the plushie with the invitation, he almost gasped out loud. When he saw the little toy dog he had given Wheeler earlier in the game though, with another lip candy attached to its little doggie behind... The sound that emerged from his throat was somewhere between a snort and a snicker of appreciation.

"Just so ya know, I only used the dog to mean me because I had it in my locker and I don't have a photo of my ass."

"Noted. So I'm invited to kiss your... posterior, am I?" There was the faintest trace of amusement in the smooth voice but Kaiba was careful not to turn around. He had no wish for Wheeler to see his smile.

He heard Wheeler's steps moving away as the boy spoke. "Yeah. That's what ya get for makin' up an invitation from me to you." Kaiba could hear him snickering to himself as he walked off down the hall.

It wasn't until he was gone that it occurred to Kaiba to wonder if Wheeler had meant to imply that his reaction would have been different if the invitation had been worded differently.

tbc
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