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100 Puppies and Dragons	By : ReizOokami Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8453 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters and I make no money from the writing or posting of this story.

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Author's Note: Follow-up to Breakfast. Time skip of a few years. Also, I've always imagined Seto to be a lucid but uncoordinated drunk. I don't know why. :| He just looks like that sort of person. Also, if he seems sober and then all of the sudden DRUNK!, it's because I have never actually watched a person get drunk except on TV. Yup. I am sheltered.

Reality

Seto rubbed his temple and sighed, dropping his briefcase and coat as soon as he walked in the door. "Joey, not today."

Joey closed his mouth, frowning, and bent to pick up his coat and briefcase without chastising him about setting a good example for his brother. "Where would you like—"

"Library. You know what, just skip dinner. I don't want to eat anything. But bring whiskey and a glass for me. A large glass. No ice. I don't need ice tonight."

The dog demon's brows furrowed together in concern, but he dutifully hung the brunet's coat and set the briefcase on the small table in the entryway. "Yes, sir…"

When he arrived in the library, bottle of whiskey and a highball glass on a tray, he frowned again when he found the other man sitting on one of the couches, holding his head in his hands. He bit his bottom lip, then steeled himself and walked further into the library. Setting the tray on a table, he poured a small portion of caramel-colored liquid into the bottom of the glass.

Seto took the glass and tossed it back, then promptly handed it back to the blond. "Fill it."

Joey frowned and poured another few ounces into the glass. "I know it's not my place, sir, but you should probably slow down—"

"You're right, it's not your place," the brunet snapped, glaring at him. "And when I say fill it, I mean fill it."

The blond looked down at the glass nervously. "But I—"

"Fill it or give me the damn bottle!" Seto snarled.

Joey flinched but stepped forward and tilted the bottle to fill the glass almost to the brim. "Yes, sir." He swallowed thickly as he watched the brunet begin chugging the alcohol down, tail curling up between his legs nervously as the human slammed his glass down on the table immediately afterward.

The brunet shot him a sharp look. "Fill it."

"But—" the blond began nervously, but was immediately cowed when the human stood, towering over him and glaring at him with so much anger that if he was a weaker demon, he would have cried.

Seto growled, hissing, "Fill it, or give me the bottle."

Joey swallowed again and turned his gaze on his feet as the brunet returned to his seat, carefully pouring the glass full to the brim again. "Yes, sir." He watched the brunet drink the whiskey in much the same manner, ears twitching nervously as he watched more and more of the whiskey disappear down his throat. "…M-Mr. Kaiba…!"

The human turned a sharp glare at him. "What?"

"Sir, you're a human, and you're drinking this stuff awfully fast, and you're not eating anything or drinking any water, and humans get drunk so quickly, and if you keep drinking you could get so sick you'll die, and—"

"Joey, you're babbling, and that's not very attractive on you since you never like to talk to me more than you have to anyway." Seto scowled. "Why do you care, anyway? It's not like anyone but Mokuba does. Even if I die, you'll still have Mokuba to sign your precious paychecks."

Joey didn't recall actually letting go of the bottle, but he did hear the glass shatter and feel the whiskey and bits of glass against his bare feet and legs. He didn't remember telling his hand that it needed to collide with the brunet's face, either, but he saw his arm swing upward and his palm strike across the human's cheek. He watched the brunet's head snap to the side and worried that he might have broken his neck with the force of his hit, but then the human turned his head back to face him.

And he looked livid.

Joey only had the time to squeak and press his ears back against his skull before Seto grabbed him slammed him against the nearest wall. "Eek!"

"Just who the hell do you think you are!" Seto roared, shaking him roughly. He slammed him against the wall again. "You don't care about me! You never have! How dareyou pretend that you do now!"

"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I ever wanted you to kill yourself!" the blond growled. "Especially not when you're making me help you!" He saw the human's face twist with pain for a moment before returning to fury and yelped as he was thrown to the ground near the door, hard. "Ah!"

"If you don't want anything to do with me, then fine! Get out of here! I don't need you!" He turned to grab the glass still half-full of whiskey and spun back to throw it at him.

Joey just barely managed to scurry out of the way before the glass shattered on the floor where he'd been. "Gah-!" He turned to look at the mess, then looked up at the brunet, frowning. "…Seto, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Seto hissed, gripping his hands into fists even as he began to sway. "And you're calling me Seto now? Now, after years of 'Mr. Kaiba' and 'sir' and, when you were really mad, a sarcastic 'master'?" He nearly screamed. "Years of begging you, pleading with you to give me another chance after that first impression, years of celibacy to prove I didn't just want a fling, and you're calling me Seto now? After months of asking me to let you go early for dates, rubbing your disinterest in my face? YOU'RE WARMING UP TO ME NOW?"

The dog demon bit his bottom lip. "I didn't… Set—Sir, I—"

"Pick something and stop jerking me around, you little—Ngh."

Joey frowned in concern as the brunet's swaying became more pronounced, taking a step toward him. "Are you okay?"

His eyes widened as the human reached out to stabilize himself on the back of the couch, bent over, and emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor. He rushed forward as the brunet began to fall, hooking his arms around him and nearly slipping as he had to step into the puddle of vomit to do so.

He closed his eyes and sighed quietly, swallowing back his own wave of nausea, then helped him to stand up straight. He reached up to cup his cheek. "Let's get you to bed, si— …Seto."

Seto sighed, eyelids sagging a little. "'m I going to have a hangover tomorrow?"

Joey looked down at the puddle of alcohol and stomach acid and wrinkled his nose. "I don't even know if you ingested enough to have one." He lifted one of his feet and grimaced. "And now I have to mop."

"'m sorry. If you leave it, I'll—"

"You don't even know how to use a mop," Joey stated, giving him a sharp look. "Sleep this off. We'll talk in the morning."

"'m not drunk. There's nothing to sleep off."

The blond gave him a sour look. "Uh huh."

"…I could totally mop."

"GO TO BED."

Seto took a deep breath, looking like he was about to argue further, then let it out in a long sigh. "Okay. But I can make it by myself."

Joey sighed and took a step back. "If you're sure, then—" He watched in horror as the brunet took a step and immediately slipped in his own vomit, hitting the ground on his back with an audible and sickening thud. "Oh God are you okay?"

Seto sat up, blinked, looked down at the puddle of whiskey-bile he was sitting in, then looked up at him, appearing offended. "Why didn't you tell me this was here?"

The demon's jaw dropped. He stared at the brunet for a few moments, then began laughing—quite loudly, and not making any effort to hide the fact that he was laughing at his employer. When the human smiled vaguely, obviously not understanding why it was funny, he sighed and helped him up. "Let me help you get to bed, Seto."

"Hmmmm, and then you could get into it with me and I could fuck you silly," the brunet purred as the demon hooked his arm around his waist.

Joey pursed his lips and sighed, then prepared himself to make a cutting comment about Seto probably having used that line a recent bed partner when he remembered… Seto had been truthful when he talked about his celibacy. He tilted his head and frowned as the brunet nipped at his ear, twitching it out from between his teeth at the last second, then turned toward him and pressed their foreheads together. "…Seto, how badly do you want me?"

Seto sighed, frowning. "So badly, Joey. I've wanted you for years. I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk when I'm finished with you. I want to wake up to your beautiful face every morning, to go to bed with it every night. I want to keep you. I want to put a ring on this finger—" He tapped the blond's ring finger and smiled. "—So that everyone can see that you're mine. Mine alone. My little puppy."

The demon blushed brightly and glanced away from him. "…You want to marry me?"

"Are you proposing to me, Joey? Because if you are, I do," the brunet purred.

Joey tilted his head, frowning. It was a lot to take in. He had to think about it; he just hoped that Seto understood. "I'll help you wash up and get you into bed, Seto. You need to sleep this off."

Seto hummed. "Or you could help me work it off—"

"You're covered in vomit and it turns me off," the blond cut in blandly.

The human frowned. "Oh. Yes, I suppose that would be a turn off. Maybe some other time then." He paused, then grimaced. "I'm going to throw up again."

Joey squeaked and stepped away from him quickly. When Seto promptly bent over and vomited again, he wasn't sorry that he'd just let go of him so quickly. He sighed and reached out to pat him on the head. "Time for bed, Seto."

Seto grunted but allowed the demon to help him up to his room to get cleaned up and go to bed. He doubted he would have made it by himself anyway.

But at least the blond had stroked his hair until he'd fallen asleep. That was nice. He just hoped he remembered it in the morning, and if he did, that he remembered it had been reality and not a dream.
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