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Precocious	By : PupshitDesu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seto couldn't say he was displeased at Gozaburo forcing him to return in Kaiba Corp again to work. At least there, away from him and the board and everyone who liked bothering him with their meaningless talk, he could work on his project alone. More importantly, speak to the right people about his plan to take over.

It was like Gozaburo was almost making it easy. Shuffling his duel monster cards, Seto thought over the different people and the executives who ran those departments and how he'd convince them to get on his side. People were essentially very weak minded, he knew that. Most could be bullied or bought out, but since he didn't have those kind of means to get what he wanted, Seto knew he'd have to use another more difficult tactic.

His mind.

He'd have to convince them through logical persuasion that the old chief executive was an unfit leader. It would be difficult to do, since Gozaburo had been in-charge since the mid-sixties, and he wasn't experienced in dealing with unrest around the corporation. People had tried overtaking the company from under him before, the mobsters and politicians in particular, but failed.

They didn't know him like Seto knew Gozaburo. His reason for doing everything, they thought it was all about money, but it wasn't. Gozaburo's desire for Kaiba Corporation ran deeper than just pure selfishness.

Which Seto planned to exploit. Gozaburo was already an unpopular boss, and he often threw people under the bus when they displeased him. If he could just convince the right people to back him up and that their company was failing under his leadership, well... it would be a done deal.

Besides, everyone knew weapons manufacturing was unpopular. Especially in a country that balked from conflict. People avoided Domino City because of the ties, and Kaiba Corporation attracted a lot of mafia types that frequented around Gozaburo, for business. Seto was wise enough to know that Gozaburo was just trying to buy them off, and maybe scare them, but still.

He could handle that aspect of his takeover too. In time.

While it wasn't his intention, he continued to think about the photographs he'd seen at Jonouchi's apartment. By the end of the day, he'd constructed a plan to get to the local library and find more materials on the subject. Photography and art books were probably abundant enough, and less conspicuous than magazines.

Unfortunately, he was unable to go by himself. Isono would have to accompany him, allegedly by Gozaburo's will. It made sense. Gozaburo was well hated, and being his son could make him a target to some. Still, it made things slightly awkward. Isono accompanied him to the library in a cab, silent as usual, but ever watchful.

Just as long as he didn't hang over Seto's shoulder while looking through the shelves of books, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Sure, the guard was a bit overbearing at times, but he'd be easy enough to lose once they were in the building, and if he needed to, he could always order Isono to stay at a distance, so he couldn't see just what exactly Seto was looking at.

He didn't need the older man figuring him out. It was embarrassing enough that Seto even looked at the pictures and got aroused by them, the men included. If Isono noticed his fascination, then what would happen?

Not good things, surely.

So once the cab stopped and they were right in front of the library, Isono opened the door for Seto, who gave him an annoyed look before walking out. Sure, the man was just doing his job and making sure the perimeter was safe, but his constant vigilance was grating on Seto's nerves...

There was nothing to be done about it. Hopefully, Isono wouldn't trail him across the library as he went searching for the books he needed, or things would get strained very quickly. It seemed he was in luck today, since Isono chose a spot with a good view of the aisles that Seto was searching and stood there. Seto was able to browse without feeling too watched, and found the art and photography books soon enough.

He crouched to flip through them briefly after picking them off the shelves to check the contents. He wanted something similar to the magazine. Somehow, the photography books with full-color images weren't quite as appealing. The poses were more candid than artistic or even erotic, despite all the models being nude. He left them alone and pulled out the black-and-white ones he had found, discovering soon enough that it seemed more of a trend for grayscale images to be erotic.

He had a stack of a few photography books fairly quickly, and started scanning for another when he ran across one that was specifically erotic art and photography. He pulled it from the shelf, intrigued, and was pleased to find that it was exactly what he was looking for. All the models and portraits were nude, some with their genitals covered tastefully. Any photographs were grayscale, and all the poses were more erotic than lewd.

Looking up, he saw that he'd crossed out of the art books and was quickly approaching the love and sexuality section. He hadn't originally intended to look there for anything, but while he was there, he may as well...

There were a few books on sex and sexuality, and dozens on tips for improving the act itself (which he flipped through briefly, if only for curiosity). Some of the "tips" were strange to him. Like suggesting to women that they "slip a finger into his anus". Seto felt personally that he wouldn't like that at all if he was in the middle of sex with a woman. And he was pretty sure that wasn't common practice to begin with.

He finally ran across books that were evidently intended for sexual purposes. The Kama Sutra, of course, but also books that were photographic pornography, essentially. While it wasn't full of terrible make-up jobs and discomforting poses and expressions like Jonouchi's magazine, it was certainly supposed to be more...stimulating.

So he added one of those to his stack, too. He frowned a little bit as he realized there were a surprising number of male models in the books he'd chosen, but it wasn't as if they couldn't be ignored. They were more of an irritating nick in the landscape than anything. That said, he had to admit that the images made him a little uncomfortable. He blamed it on his lack of experience with pornography.

He realized on his way to the checkout that having a stack of books full of pictures of naked people would probably get Isono's attention, and he quickly perused the aisles for books on other subjects. Chemistry, physics, quantum mechanics-things that he'd be expected to use for more scholarly pursuits. Hopefully they'd make the other books look as if they were for research.

When he approached the self check-out with Isono trailing behind him, he took note of his expression. Isono was watching the books as Seto scanned them, but didn't comment or react any more than he did to anything. His eyebrow twitched a little when the sex book crossed the scanner, but it could have been nothing for all the reaction he made otherwise.

Seto rather smugly left the library with his stack of books, satisfied in the knowledge that he'd managed to get his sex books out of the place without raising suspicion about his intentions. Isono said nothing about it, and acted normal the whole way back to the mansion, so whatever nervousness Seto had felt before subsided into anticipation of getting to his room.

Once free of eyes there, he dumped the scholarly books on his desk, to be forgotten, and went through the sexual one. It immediately caught his eye, because the cover was blank and just said "Sex" in white print over black, but as soon as he opened the front page, his eyes were overwhelmed with erotic images.

There was a man and woman together, and it was something he hadn't exactly seen or really heard about before. The woman was laying on her back, legs spread open while the man's mouth was against her, the thighs pressing against his head while it appeared like she was moaning. Looking a bit closer, Seto squinted his eyes to try to see just what she was doing, but it wasn't until he looked at the paragraphs of text, did it become more clearer.

Oral sex. It wasn't something anyone ever really discussed to him, or at least not about giving it to girls. He didn't even know that was possible. Sure, Seto understood the basics of sex and how the act was done, but the pleasure involved, for a woman, he wasn't quite sure of. No one spoke of it much, even at business gatherings, and turning to the next page, he was just as shocked to find the woman suddenly doing it to the man.

She had her partner's entire head inside her mouth, eyes closed and lashes curled against her face. For something Seto figured would be very uncomfortable, her face was relaxed, the man's hand in her hair and he looked rather euphoric, sitting up against the bed as his mate went down on him.

Reading the text, Seto wondered about just how good it felt, compared to what he'd done to himself the day before. Was it better, a wet mouth instead of a warm hand? He wouldn't get the chance to find out in probably a long time, but the idea still interested him.

Turning to the next page, he found photos of different missionary sex positions, all with the woman on her back. They looked pretty basic, comfortable, and not so strange as to make anyone feel awkward while doing it that way. According to the book, missionary was best for new couples who are trying to feel each other out before trying new, more "potentially uncomfortable" positions.

The book was chock full of "helpful" information, in fact. The further he went, the more varied the positions were. Each new introduction was followed by a paragraph on how to properly execute it and the pros and cons. "Doggy" was supposed to be the most stimulating on both ends, and the book mentioned that the same applied "even with same-sex couples". The phrase threw him off a little, and he shied away from the uncomfortable thought before moving on.

It seemed that the author was correct about the position, because the women in the pictures seemed all the more enthralled with it. There were numerous types of sex either depicted or mentioned by the time he reached the middle of the thing. Oral on both sexes, common positions like missionary, doggy, both types of cowgirl, and the "piledriver". The stirring quality of the images was offset by the technical descriptions in the paragraphs that, to his surprise, were actually very informative.

It wasn't until he passed the halfway mark and was on his way to the end that stranger things were mentioned. Like anal sex. It was a strange idea to him, enough that he wrinkled his nose in slight disgust at the very concept. He quickly bypassed the pictures on the topic, especially after he realized that some of them were of two men together rather than a man and woman. It was too awkward for his liking.

It took him some time to figure out, but the back of the book seemed dedicated to same-sex information and images. He balked when he realized that every picture of oral sex was of two men together, and was even more taken aback when it still made him feel an odd stirring. He blamed it on having possibly developed some kind of oral fixation, which at least allowed him to finish flipping through the pages without shying away, but he was still flustered. The tight feeling in his groin wasn't an issue in the heterosexual parts of the book, but now a sense of mild shame accompanied it, and he disliked that immensely.

He sighed and closed the book. At least he knew what sections to avoid, now. Somehow, though, the depictions of male-on-male sexual activity continued to plague his mind as he changed out of his work clothes. He hated it, but he felt a strange curiosity about the taboo activity. He brushed it off, assuming it was just natural sexual intrigue, but he still felt warm in the face about it. He reasoned that it was just teen hormones, and something all people went through. It couldn't be anything to worry about, and after sticking himself into a cold shower, he felt fine about it.

But once he went to bed and tried falling asleep, his brain kept shooting images of what he'd looked at. The women lying on their stomachs, hips pulled up while being thrusted into by their male partner from behind. Images of lesbians, who were giving each other oral sex at the same time, and he could remember trying to imagine that, until it was shown with the men. Two engorged erections, in the men's mouths, being stimulated by wet tongues and a warm constricting throat...

Groaning into a pillow, Seto tried cutting the image off by opening his eyes into the darkness. Looking around his bed, he didn't think his thoughts would bother him anymore, but when he closed his eyes again and felt his body relax, he heard a low moan.

And everything felt warm. There was a tightness in his groin again, and he almost thought he was having an erection again in his sleep until he opened his eyes and found himself on top of a warm body. Getting up slightly, he placed his hands on the hips of the figure, and he couldn't stop himself from rocking into them, staring down confused yet aroused at a bare back that was shining from sweat, before the person pulled back their hair and he finally saw a face.

A woman's face. Her eyes were half-lidded, brown in color from what he could see in the light, and he wanted to touch her, but he was too shocked to. She was speaking to him, but he couldn't exactly hear her, it was like everything was muted except for his grunts, and he tried saying something, anything back, but his voice was gone.

Only his body kept going regardless of what he thought or wanted to do. If anything, his hand reached out and took a firm grasp of her blond hair before he pulled in closer to her, thrusting in fast, his erection sliding through several times into slick heat that he'd never felt before. It was new, and he wanted to just let it all go right there when the head turned back again.

Seto had closed his eyes for a moment, biting his lip hard to keep from losing it, but when he opened them again, he was looking at a muscular back. It wasn't feminine at all, with the wide shoulders and narrow hips, and when his eyes trailed up and saw the face, it was familiar. Blond hair. Brown eyes.

"I know you can do harder than that, richie."

He wasn't supposed to talk, and suddenly Seto found himself awake in his bed, covered from the waist down in fluids he could only assume were his own. And cursing himself, he got out of bed and grabbed his sheets, wanting to bang his head into a wall before going back under the blanket.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have the same dream. The images kept running through his head, partly because he was only half-awake. Even though he'd cleaned it off, he still felt as if he still had his own semen all over his lower groin, and the slick feeling of penetration he'd imagined in the dream still made him tingle. The turn the dream had taken was a little disturbing, to the point that he couldn't even fall asleep again until he'd awakened completely and passed out from fatigue.

Fortunately, he didn't have another dream. Whatever conspiring his body's needs and his subconscious had done against him didn't recur. Not that the relief wasn't welcome, but the last thing he wanted from a sex dream was to have it ruined by the unexpected presence of a man. And a mouthy one, at that.

When he awakened some hours later, he was surprised to find that no one had been sent to fetch him. It was a welcome reprieve, but the only explanation was that Gozaburo was plotting, or out of town. Hopefully the latter. The very idea that the old man was out of the house again put a little bounce in Seto's step as he got showered, brushed up and dressed for breakfast.

As he'd hoped, Gozaburo wasn't at the table, and after listening in a little on the maids, he discovered that his adoptive parent was out of town and wouldn't be returning that day. That meant that he'd have far less strained free time. He wouldn't have to actively avoid getting in Gozaburo's line of vision or dread having a servant seek him out on Kaiba's behalf.

He spent the first part of the morning in his room, actually reading the science books he'd checked out in the interest of clearing his head. After he knew he didn't have Gozaburo to contend with, his mind seemed perfectly content to return to the night before. The images he'd seen in the book and in his dream, the odd turn that said dream had taken...

So he was reading about quantum mechanics and overly complex ideas like inter-dimensional transportation. It still did little to clear his head, and he felt almost contricted by his uncomfortable thoughts and the stagnant air in his house. After spending some time struggling with the conditions, he grabbed the physics tome he'd picked up at the library and decided he'd go outside. The exercise and fresh air would be good for him. Right?

The exercise as he beelined for the only secluded part of the grounds did help a little. He concentrated on the after-rain smells of grass and plants, and put his focus on his goal of reaching the woods by the property's back fence. He knew there was a stone bench there, away from the motion sensors and the guards' patrols. He'd be well out of sight.

He popped the book open in his lap and started observing the diagrams of particles, theories on the ones that existed beyond human detection and how they might be discovered. It was all very dry, but nonetheless interesting. And it diverted his mind from uncomfortable lewd thoughts.

Seto was rather immersed in the book, in fact, when some rustling sounds caught his attention. He looked up briefly to see if there was a guard about, and seeing that there was none, he returned to his reading. A few minutes passed, and then he was interrupted again. This time by the sound of a familiar voice.

"Hey, Richie!"

There was no way it could be him...
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