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Wish	By : WhosJeebus Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3303 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Title: Wish (6/9)

Author: WhosJeebus

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Joey/Seto, scads of others, & even a few surprises

Beta: Jennie B.

Spoilers: Some mentions of Battle City, vague references to general events

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but if someone wants to give it to me as a Christmas gift, I certainly won't argue about it...

Summary: Seto won't be home for the holidays, but can Joey's friends and family manage to show him a holly jolly time, anyway? Sometimes, Christmas miracles happen in the most unexpected of ways...
Rant: Seems it's Thursday again already, folks. My, how time does fly when you're ficcing like no ficcer has ever ficced before in the history of all ficdom. Yeah, that's right. I'm STILL working on my round robin chapter. I wonder if I can fake my own death and get out of it...?
Well, only 7 reviews for chapter 5, and while I'm always happy that my stuff gets ANY reviews whatsoever, it's still rather disheartening to see the numbers slowly taper off like that. I guess I'm not doing such a good job at holding your interest, and I apologize for that.
Chapter 6 is probably my mostest favourite of them all, (yeah, I know I said that about chapter 4, but this time it's TRUE) and I hope you'll take the time to tell me whether you liked it or not. I try my best to answer every review individually, and questions/comments/constructive crit are always welcome.
I'll see you again next Thursday, or at the 47 review mark, whichever comes first! And just so you know, I DO keep my eye on the stats for 'Wish', so when/if we actually hit that elusive number 47, Chapter 7 will follow verra, verra soon (like, immediately!) afterward! (02/02/06)
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Chapter 6:
(3 days 'til Christmas)
Joey awoke the next morning to the sound of scratching just outside his bedroom window. Correction; something was scratching ~on~ his bedroom window. Blearily, he yanked the covers off of him and staggered over to the curtains. Pushing aside the heavy, dark drapes, he stared blankly at the sight before him. Marik Ishtar, wearing nothing more than his usual sleeveless pink hoodie and khaki cargo pants, was hanging from a branch of the huge oak tree just outside, with what appeared to be the handle of a cellophane wrapped basket clutched between his teeth. A mix of frost and debris covered his platinum blond hair, and he looked half frozen and thoroughly pathetic.
Joey took a moment to just enjoy the sight, stretching one arm above his head and using the other hand to scratch lazily at the waistband of his boxers. He smiled sleepily at his uninvited guest, reveling in the look of pure frustration that he received in return. Huffing impatiently, Marik rolled his eyes and was nearly unseated from his tenuous perch as some snow from the higher branches landed on his upturned face. He shivered and shook his head like a dog, succeeding only in sending more of the white stuff cascading down on him. Desperate now, he shifted to grasp the top of the window frame with both hands and head butted the glass, finally spurring Joey to action. It would be next to impossible to get a glazier to replace it this close to Christmas, and he'd never be able to adequately explain this bizarre situation to Seto.
He hefted the window open just far enough to admit the frozen Egyptian into the bedroom in a tumble of arms and legs, stepping aside as a blast of cold air hit him full force. Nonplussed, Marik rolled over and sprang gracefully to his feet, smirking as he stared at Joey's bare chest. "Nice headlights. I don't know if you realized this, but it's a bit nipply...err, ~nippy~ outside."
Joey crossed his arms and glared stonily at the hapless intruder. "Thanks for the tip. Now what the hell do you want?"
Marik sat his basket down and dusted the snow from his hair and clothing. "Hey, merry Christmas to you, too. Here I am, dropping by to do a good deed, and at Seto's behest no less, and all you can say is -- whoops! I wasn't supposed to let you know that."
"I figured out what he was up to days ago, so no worries on that score. That still doesn't explain why you felt it necessary to trespass on private property and try to break into my house. Which reminds me, did you permanently damage any of the security guards on your way in?"
"You knew? Wow, that's a relief. I guess you're really not as dumb as Bakura's always saying you -- damn. I wasn't supposed to say that, either." Sheepishly, he looked down at his feet and spied the basket that he'd gone to so much trouble to haul up the tree. Proudly, he lifted it up to eye level for Joey's inspection. "It's like, noon, and I've been ringing the fucking door bell for half an hour or more. I couldn't leave your present outside in the cold, so I was just going to see if you were actually here before I left. Plus, I was freezing my balls off out there, and I didn't think you'd mind me coming in to warm myself up before I had to ride my motorcycle all the way home." He smiled brightly as he added, "No security guards were harmed, or otherwise exploited, during the execution of my daredevil antics."
Joey eyes were riveted to the covered basket, and he missed the other's crestfallen expression as his 'daredevil antics' passed without soliciting further comment. "Jesus, Marik. That's not a puppy in there, is it? 'Cause you know they can't breathe through cellophane, right?" Joey snatched the basket and began pulling unceremoniously at the wrapping.
"What? No, it's not a puppy! It's a fruit basket. Ishizu dragged me to a farmer's market the other day, and I've never seen so many different kinds of fruit before in my whole life!" Marik uttered excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Joey peered into the depths of the large basket, spotting something round and pink and bringing it out into the light. "This is a radish. It's not a fruit."
Marik fluttered his hand loftily and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Radish, rutabaga, kumquat, whatever. Show a little appreciation, will you? I soaked and froze myself getting it here to you; the least you can do is say thanks."
Joey felt slightly ashamed of himself. Seto's bidding or not, it was still a nice holiday gesture, especially for the reclusive Egyptian. "Seriously, thanks Marik. This will make a great centerpiece for the table at my Christmas dinner. It was, uh, thoughtful of you and... stuff." Joey gaped open-mouthed at his erstwhile houseguest, who had begun to methodically undress, baring an uncomfortable amount of smooth, bronzed skin in the process. "Um...Marik, why the hell are you takin' your clothes off?"
"I'm soaked through, and I'm cold, dammit! I figured that would be obvious. Don't worry; I'm not going to molest you or anything." He slipped under the sheets of the king sized bed and wriggled around, tossing out a skimpy pair of bikini underpants moments later. He raised his eyebrows at Joey's affronted expression and offered, "No offense, but you're just not my type. You're all skin and bones, and that doesn't really frost my cookies."
"What the hell were you doin' out in this weather half dressed anyway?" Joey asked as he puttered about the bedroom, picking up Marik's discarded garments and searching for some clean ones of his own.
Marik yawned and burrowed further down into the blankets. "I didn't know there was still snow on the ground."
Joey paused, bent over in the act of pulling on a pair of jeans, and turned his head slowly toward the boy on the bed. "There's been snow on the ground every day for the past ~month~, you freak. Don't you ever go out?"
Shrugging, Marik replied, "Not really. There was the trip to the market a few days ago, but before that, the last time I willingly left the house on my own was when I picked up my reserved copy of Socom 3."
"That was back in October!"
"Yeah, well, Ishizu still drags me out every now and then, too," he said defensively.
"Why don't you ever want to go anywhere? If you're climbin' trees and breakin' into houses, then I don't think that qualifies you as agoraphobic."
"This time was a special request, and besides, num farr vaht za hnng ush pif mee," Marik trailed off, mumbling unintelligibly.
Joey cupped a hand behind his ear. "What was that again?"
"I said, no one wants to hang out with me!"
Forgetting who he was dealing with for the moment, Joey responded automatically. "Don't be silly. That's just not true."
Marik laughed bitterly. "Right. You're friendlier to me than anyone else in the gang, and that's even after I... well, you know."
"Brainwashed me and tried to make me off my best friend, nearly getting me ~and~ my little sister killed while you were at it? Or are you talking about the time you used Mokuba as a hostage? Or maybe, you're referrin' to when you --"
"Alright, alright, I get the point. In all fairness, that wasn't ~entirely~ me, you know." He sat up and idly picked at the soft, down comforter with his fingers. "I know I've got plenty of amends to make with you guys, but I have no idea where to even start. If you can tell me how one might properly apologize for going nutso with power and trying to take over the world, then I'm all ears."
Joey tugged a grey t-shirt down over his head and strolled over to sit down next to Marik. "That's just it. You should let it come naturally, and not try to force it. Come out more, hang out with me and Seto, visit Yugi and Yami over at the game shop, go clubbin' with Mokuba one weekend -- stuff like that. This bunch has seen more weird shit than you can shake a stick at -- nutjobs tryin' to resurrect their dead honeys, virtual kidnappings, digitized relatives, ~real~ freakin' dragons, guys with outrageous ponytails and soul-suckin' fetishes, and that's even leavin' out ~all~ of the fucked up shenanigans that went on during that whole time travel deal. You'll blend in just fine, and the gang will warm up to you in no time."
Marik looked hopeful, and just the slightest bit shy. "You really think so?"
"I know so. But first, you need to learn how to have fun some way other than sittin' front of a computer or a video game." Joey patted Marik on the knee and hopped up off the bed to begin rifling through Seto's walk-in closet. "You're just a little shorter than Seto, so these should fit you just fine."
Marik watched, fascinated, as Joey kept throwing more and more clothes onto the bed in front of him, including a heavy winter coat and gloves. He eyed the outdoor garments distrustfully. "What did you have in mind, exactly?"
"Nothin' fancy, so wipe that look off your face. We're gonna go out and play in the snow like a couple of idiots without a care in the world. It once did Seto a world of good, and I suspect that it'll do the same for you," he said smugly.
"Ugh. I hate snow. It's cold and wet." Marik looked at Joey expectantly, but the other blond didn't retract his suggestion. "Did I mention that it never snows in Egypt?"
"Quit whining. You've obviously nevah frolicked in the propah attire, Master Ishtar, " Joey mimicked in his best 'Jeeves the butler' voice, holding out a pair of sturdy snow boots for Marik's approval. "Once we're frozen to the bone, we'll come back inside and thaw, and then you can sample some of my fine cuisine. Now does that sound like fun, or what?"
Marik screwed his face up in the parody of a smile and swallowed nervously. "Sure... I guess."
Joey clapped him on the back hard enough to elicit a small cough. "That's the spirit! What time did you say it was again?"
"Um... a little after noon, I think?"
"Fuckin' A! I love it when I sleep right through the hangover!"
Both boys were suited up within minutes, and Joey led the recalcitrant newcomer out onto the massive expanse of the Kaiba estate's back lawn. With Marik lagging behind, Joey grinned broadly as he surveyed the acres upon acres of snow that awaited their pleasure. He started Marik off slowly, showing him how to roll the giant snowballs that formed the basic design of every snowman, and then turned his own attention to constructing a fort. The other boy took over the snowman project with enthusiasm, even going so far as to place a firmly packed snowball on top of a stick, proudly proclaiming that his snowman was the bearer of the Millennium Rod. When Marik wandered over to inquire about the fort, Joey reached into his hidden stockpile of snowballs and launched a sweet shot right into the Egyptian's startled face. It was the first, and last, cheap blow he got away with however, as Marik soon proved that he was above and beyond even Joey's experienced skills when it came to a down and dirty snowball fight. He flipped, dove and dodged every missile that Joey winged his way, laughing and taunting his new friend as he whittled away at the hastily constructed fort with unerring accuracy. Before long, Joey was thoroughly soaked, with snow melting in his hair and running down the inside of his clothes, causing his teeth to chatter uncontrollably. Marik pranced around the back yard, crowing his victory to the heavens even as Joey dragged him back inside the house by the collar.
Once they were dried off, Joey fixed them both some mulled apple cider, carefully placing cinnamon sticks in each cup before setting them down on the dining room table. Marik sniffed at his, and a serene smile drifted over his face, his cheeks still pink from the cold. "I love the smell of cinnamon. It reminds me of Egypt."
Joey sipped at his own cider and looked over at Marik curiously. "Do you ever get homesick?"
"Not really. I miss Odion, and a few little things -- like the smell of some spices, and the feel of sand under my feet. What else is there to miss, really? Home was a cavern, and I got the hell out of the whole damn country as fast as I could. Nothing but bad memories, honestly."
Nodding his head in feigned understanding, Joey realized that he might be out of his depth here. As tragic as his own and even Seto's childhoods were, realistically, they had nothing to compare with some of the horrors that Marik had endured in his short lifetime. When you stopped to think about it, it truly was rather remarkable that he and Ishizu were even slightly well adjusted.
Marik picked up on the somber direction that Joey's thoughts were taking, and hurried to add, "Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn't all for shit, and I'm mostly happy here in Domino City after all." He nudged Joey with an elbow and waggled his eyebrows. Especially since Ishizu got me an X-Box 360 for an early birthday present."
"Hey! How did you find out about that? Yami's been hidin' that at the game shop for ~weeks~!"
"Bakura caught them sneaking around with it, and ratted them out to me. My birthday's in two more days, you know. Maybe you can get me an advance copy of that new racing game that Kaiba Corp is putting out in February?" Marik prompted.
Joey just shook his head, exasperated. "Sounds like you're all set for the new year. None of us will probably see you for another six months, so it was nice knowin' ya."
Marik stared into his drink pensively, but didn't reply to the gentle jibe. Wondering if he'd somehow offended the other boy, Joey awkwardly attempted to apologize. "I'm sorry Marik. I know this is hard for you, and if I'm puttin' too much on you all at once, then feel free to tell me to fuck off, OK?"
"It not that. It's just... well, I had a really good time today, and you're absolutely right, I ~do~ need to get out more, and be more social with you guys. It just sort of made me realize something that I've been avoiding lately, I guess."
Joey waited patiently for further information, but Marik seemed to have clammed up after his hesitant admission. Joey Wheeler, A.K.A. 'Dr. Love' had a pretty good idea what the problem might be, but this particular situation was delicate at best. He decided to probe cautiously, and approach the issue in a roundabout manner. "I'm sure that Ishizu will be happy to hear that you're wantin' to get out of the house more often. I bet she's not around all that much anymore, what with the big job promotion, and then her spendin' all her spare time with Yami..."
When Marik heaved a mournful sigh and said wistfully, "Yeah..." Joey knew that he'd hit upon the source.
"Marik, are you lonely?"
The Egyptian smiled to himself. "Are you hitting on me, Joey? I thought I already told you that you weren't my type. Please don't throw yourself at me like this, it's kind of embarrassing. For you, I mean."
Joey sputtered and fumed as his face turned several different shades of red over the course of the next few seconds. In the end, he burst out laughing at his own expense. It seemed that he'd gotten rather full of himself and his 'mad skillz' as a relationship counsellor these past few days. He'd been in need of a good, swift kick to the ass to bring his swollen ego back down to earth. He punched Marik lightly in the shoulder and said jokingly, "Sorry, big guy, but I'm one hot commodity that's totally off the market. Besides, I know for a fact that you can do better."
Marik looked up, grinning smugly and obviously curious. "Oh really? ~Do~ pray tell whose beauty doth outshine even your own, dearest Joseph?"
"That was pretty damn good. You should come and try out down at the theatre some time, you know." Joey took a deep breath before continuing. Technically, he knew it might be considered a breach of trust, but if it turned out that Marik was actually interested, then he might just be doing them ~all~ a big favour. "Remember at Seto's birthday party, when Téa got really loaded and kept cornerin' you and invitin' you to come see one of her dance recitals?"
Marik furrowed his brow. "Yeah, I remember. She was really persistent about it, but I figured she was just drunk and didn't realize who she was asking."
"No, you idiot! She was totally hittin' on you all night long! The next day, she asked me if I knew whether or not you were gay." He wrapped one arm around Marik's shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze. "You're in luck, because she told me over lunch the other day that she's still carryin' that particular torch around. But, if you happen to clue her in that I'm the one who spilled the beans, I'll deny everything and make sure that you never see that Kaiba Corp game you've been droolin' over."
Shoving his drink away and leaning heavily against Joey, Marik whispered, "If I asked her out, you think she'd say yes?"
"Hell, yes! Girls dig sexually ambiguous bad boys with tragic pasts, didn't you know that? And Téa, well, she's ~all~ girl."
Marik leapt up from his seat and began re-wrapping Seto's borrowed scarf around his neck. He balanced precariously, attempting to fasten the huge coat around himself while simultaneously hopping in place with one snow boot on. "You think Seto will mind if I get these clothes back to him later?"
"Err, sure, whatever. He probably won't even miss 'em."
"Great. I'm going to head right on over to Téa's house, so can I take a rain check on the taste testing?"
Joey chuckled to himself and waved Marik off. "Go young knight; sweepeth yon maiden off of her dainty, little feet."
Marik gave him a thumbs up and took off at a run, his hasty departure soon followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut behind him. Joey raised his mug of cider in a sardonic toast, murmuring quietly to himself, "Good luck, and God bless."
Finishing off his drink, Joey padded into the kitchen and dragged out his stack of cookbooks once more, readying himself for another intensive session of Seasonal Cuisine 101. His mood had turned slightly gloomy, and somehow, he just didn't feel like cooking today. He spotted a previously overlooked note from Mokuba on the refrigerator, the teen apparently having snuck out of the house while Joey had been frolicking in the snow with Marik. Left in the lurch once again, Joey opened a drawer and pulled out the cell phone that Seto had foisted upon him months ago. His fingers rapidly pressed the keys, dialling a familiar number. Joey wandered upstairs and into the bedroom, listening intently as the other end of the line was picked up after barely two rings.
"Joey? Is that you?"
"I had Marik naked in my bed earlier today. Thought you might like to know."
There was a pregnant pause, and Joey tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting the outburst.
Seto cleared his throat and choked out, "Well, I'm sure there was a perfectly legitimate and innocent reason for him being there. After all, I trust you implicitly."
"Damn. You're ~good~. Are you busy right now?"
"Not really. I'm in a limo at the moment, headed back to the hotel after yet another pointless day," Seto griped irritably.
"Perfect. Let's pick up where we left off last night, shall we?" Joey reclined on the bed and unfastened his jeans with his free hand. He slid his fingertips just under the waistband of his boxers and arched his back at the pleasant sensations, coupled with his vivid imagination. "So... what are you wearin'?'
After another extended silence, Seto's welcoming laughter reached his ears across the distance, and Joey smiled to himself. His lover then proceeded to tantalizingly describe ~exactly~ what he was wearing at the moment, as well as provide a meticulously detailed play by play as he took everything off, excruciatingly slowly.
Joey let his hand drift lower, groaning aloud as Seto's sensuous words went straight to his groin. Yeah, this definitely beat cooking ~any~ day...
For the next little while, no truly coherent thought wormed its way into either Joey or Seto's preoccupied brains, and the loss went thoroughly unlamented by both parties.
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tbc

Author's note:

Happy Birthday, Marik! (December 23rd)

**licks**

Items used in this chapter:
* (12) A snowball fight.

Word Count:
3551 this chapter / 30905 total thus far

Review Responses:

Silver Crescent X - Thanks for the feedback, and I hope that I've answered your question to your satisfaction with my email. I REALLY hope that the eventual lemon will live up to your expectations.
I guess I should point out to everyone else who's reading this that YES, JOEY IS SEME in this particular fic. It's a first for me, and even tho I generally feel that him topping Seto is just wrong, wrong, WRONG, I thought I'd shake things up a bit for Xmas this year. I know not everyone follows the 'seme listed first' rule, but that's the way I always do it, even if I don't specifically state 'Joey x Seto' in the header. So FYI, everybody. Now you know.

KaiEn - **nods** You're SO right about that. He may be a genius in every other aspect of business and life, but when it comes to relationships, Seto puts his foot in his mouth more often than not. I'm as much a fan of their fights as their bedroom escapades, so I'm glad that you were able to enjoy their little spat as well.
As for kids, I won't be touching on it any more (well, not REALLY) in this fic, since I prefer these particular bishies to stay wild and free for as long as possible, but maybe I'll play with some domestic scenarios somewhere down the road. WAY down the road... Should I even bring up the mpreg plot bunny that's been nibbling at my ankles recently? **smiles innocently**

DevilInTraining - Hey! You're back with a vengeance too! Glad to see that you're still with me, and I especially love hearing that Yami's problems made sense to you. I probably think about fictional characters' potential reactions and thought processes far more often than I should for my own mental health, but I still like knowing whether or not my efforts have paid off.
I think that Yami/Té
a is a bit overdone as well, but I'm still pretty fond of Yugi/Té
a for some reason. **shrugs** Maybe because they're both so damn perky?
I actually had a hard time picturing what Ishizu would be like if she ever got drunk, so I made her as dignified as I possibly could. A little weepy and clumsy, but still mostly regal. Lately I've begun to picture her not only as a strong, independent female duelist, but someone with staunch feminist opinions as well. In fact, I have big plans for her in a fic that I'm contemplating writing for a springtime challenge...
It's nice to know that you can identify with Joey's situation, and I TOTALLY agree with you about charging a fee for his services. He could be making money hand over fist if he ever decided to set up shop and charge hourly rates for his relationship advice. I think we've all been in the middle of our friends' he said/she said drama at one time or another, and I'm sad to say that few of us are as intuitive and helpful as Joey seems to be.
Your vote for Ryou as Mokie's man of mystery has been duly noted, and all will be revealed in the coming weeks.
You know, you're like the fourth or fifth person that's told me they were glad that the 'big fight' was resolved all in one chapter. Whatever happened to wallowing in the angst? Agonizing over that wonderfully frustrating cliffhanger? Guess I'm just old school, I suppose.
Hee. That Bakura. I'd say his 'friends' probably don't believe even half of what comes out of his mouth anymore. I think that poor, naive Joey is the only one who falls for his tricks these days. Even Ryou has to have wised up by now...
The whole Yugi/Rebecca thing will figure more prominently in the next chapter, and if you ask me, it's not her childishness that he needs to overcome -- it's her spoiled, know-it-all nature and fierce competitiveness. **squishes Rebecca** A little immaturity is easy to get past if you're determined to make things work, but I think she'd probably drive Yugi a little nuts trying to beat him at every card, board and video game they every played together. Bet she'd even try cheating after a while, and I wouldn't exactly blame her, either.
Thanks for the 'essay' on Chapter 5, (Heh. I practically wrote you a 'novel' back) and I look forward to hearing from you again!

Cirquegirl999 - Jerk, am I? Name calling won't get you anywhere my dear... Now you'll NEVER know who Mokie's loverboy is! MWA HA HA! Ahem, well... Not until everyone else does, anyway.
Hey, 'bumps in the road' are what all Seto/Jou fic should be about, and that's probably why us fangirls love this particular pairing so much. Perfect relationships are NO fun whatsoever.
**nods** Joey's definitely got this Dr. Phil thing down pat, and if he could just rein in the foul language a bit, he might be able to get his own 'love doctor' talk show. He should at least write a book, and capitalize off of that whole 'Men are from Mars -- Women are from Venus' scene. With a rich sugar daddy like Seto in his pocket, I can't figure out why he insists on working at ALL. Probably that fierce independent streak of his, but hopefully he'll wise up soon and learn to enjoy living life in the lap of luxury. You know, lying around in a silk bathrobe all day, watching soap operas and eating bon bons. **sighs wistfully** Sounds like heaven to ME.
I have to tell you, I died laughing when you asked if Seth got a piece of sex slave Joey too. I'm currently working on a round robin chapter for 'A Dragons Lair' that happens to address the selfsame question, as a matter of fact.
I see you trying to sneak that 'surprise guest' question in there at the end, but I'm not falling for it. Do you want me to email you and let you know if you're right or not? I hate thinking that I'm putting one of my favourite reviewers thru such horrendous torture, lol.

Kiawna - 'Ph33r U'? Never! **hugs** You're just too cute, and I happen to heart stalkers very muchly.
Poor Joey indeed. Seto needs some counselling for those trust issues and, truth be told, Joey could probably benefit from a few sessions of anger management himself.
I still get a kick out of the fact that 'Mr. Fix-It' is handing out advice to the lovelorn left and right, while he can't seem to keep his own boyfriend in line. Physician, heal thyself? **snerks**
Have fun with this update, and I'll start looking for you to show up at my front door with a knife. You can stand over me and wave it around menacingly while I post the rest of the fic. Until then, I'll be holding it hostage on my hard drive and shamelessly begging for reviews.

LilyChan - Lemme know what you thought of 'Somewhere' if you get a chance, OK? I need to go back and re-read that one myself. I've forgotten almost everything about it, except for the fact that Ry and Mokie have a fling, and Peggy is actually Joey's real father. 0__o Kinda wacky, but still very entertaining as I recall.
Hee. Jealous is Seto's middle name after all. Along with Obsessive, Possessive, Maniacal and Stubborn. As I've said on many an occasion, that boy's got more issues than a magazine stand, and that's why I lurve him so. **squishes Seto**
As for the phone sex... well, Joey hasn't given up on that idea yet, as I'm sure you've already noticed in Chapter 6. I would have gone into more detail about it, but I've never quite been able to wrap my brain around the concept. Cybersex doesn't really frost my cookies either, but I hear that guys are pretty fond of it, and I suppose TWO guys would be even more likely to get their rocks off that way. **shrugs** I never claimed to understand boys, now did I?
Thanks for the get well wishes, and I'm happy to report that I'm mostly back up on my feet now. I tend to write more when I'm under the weather tho, so that may not be a good thing, after all...
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