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A Step Further	By : DarkTemptations Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Step Further 1/1

Author: Dark Temptations

Rating: R for suggestive dialogue *winks*

Warnings: Suggestive dialogue - or is that a bonus?

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Disclaimer: To my eternal sorrow, I do not own Yugioh or the two walking examples of male hotness that are Joey and Kaiba.

Summary: An innocent - more or less - phone call ends up taking an unexpected turn.

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Dark Temptations Presents

A Step Further

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Neither of them could remember who had started it.

Had it been Joey slipping a flyer for the Elite Rank Duelist Tournament into Seto's locker with the scrawled message 'I'm already in. Bit of advice - don't even consider the special.'? Then again, that had only been in response to the brunette's snarled comment the day before, that he'd eat a school lunch if the blonde managed to worm his way high enough into the rankings to score an invite to the prestigious event.

Or had it been Seto's business card with the message 'Note my title then ask yourself why I would waste my valuable time doing something for your benefit. If you want one, go and buy it yourself,' neatly written on the back of it? Slipped into Joey's locker a few days before the flyer incident, it was in response to Joey's invitation for Seto to 'get a life and go buy a clue', made earlier in the day during one of their usual 'casual conversations'.

Whoever had started it, slipping insulting or provoking notes into each other's lockers had quickly become a daily pastime for both teens. But then something had changed.

Just as neither could recall who had sent the first note, the first one to make a suggestive comment was also lost in the past. That comment had sparked a similar response and - before Joey and Seto had quite realised it - the notes in their lockers were containing quips and one-liners so explicit that they had both taken to reading them in the privacy of their bedrooms as often as possible.

But it was definitely Seto who took things a step further.

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Seto Kaiba paced his bedroom, restless and extremely irritated. Once again, it was all the mutt's fault.

Even if it had been rather careless of him to read the blonde's latest note to him while in the car on the way home from school.

He'd been bored. That was all. He had not been curious. Definitely not. He had even more definitely not been eager to see what latest feat of physical improbability the irritation named Joey Wheeler had suggested he try. Not at all.

Seto had to admit, the blonde teen had quite an... active... imagination.

Perhaps that was why this particular message had affected him so much. It was too simple.

He'd thought of half a dozen potential responses on the remainder of the drive home. He'd come up with another dozen while dealing with the day's paperwork for Kaiba Corp. He'd then worked out five over dinner, another half dozen while helping Mokuba with his homework, four while doing research on his computer and another three had ambushed him while in the shower.

It was those last three that were responsible for his insomnia.

Seto growled and stalked to the sliding glass door that led out to his balcony. The night breeze was cool and felt refreshing against his bare chest. For a moment he even considered slipping off his loose black silk pyjama pants. Perhaps the night air could cool the heat brought on by his disconcerting shower. Then again - considering how many of his security team were patrolling the grounds - his standing naked on his balcony probably wasn't a good idea. Especially considering his current... condition.

Leaning against the railing, Seto sighed. For the fifth time in as many minutes, he thought of the piece of paper sitting on his bedside table with Wheeler's last note to him.

He had a decision to make.

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Joey's father had decided there was no point in them having a telephone. He was an unemployed miser who lived his days in a drunken stupor - he had no friends and the only times he received phone calls was when people wanted to ask him for money. As far as he was concerned, having a telephone was just inviting people to ask him for handouts and he was shelling out money for it that he could put to better uses - like another carton or so of beer. He didn't stop to consider that his son might have friends he liked to occasionally talk to on the phone. When the phone was cut off, he went out to a bar to celebrate.

His son went out the following day and bought himself a mobile phone.

Joey knew better than to let his dad know about it. Aside from the lecture he knew he'd get about wasting money, he also knew his father would then expect him to hand it over to him but keep paying for it himself. He had made sure that the number remained unlisted in the phonebook and he had also told his friends that he'd call them rather than the other way around - to minimise the risk that his dad would hear it ringing.

He wished he'd been able to get the model with the vibrator option - so he didn't have to be so careful - but he'd barely been able to afford the one he'd bought. It was probably just as well though. He'd have likely ended up embarrassing himself every time Yugi called him early in the morning.

Joey had made sure that all the friends he'd given his number to knew about the situation, so when his mobile rang very late one hot summer night, Joey was both startled and annoyed.

He quickly pounced on it, relieved that his dad was already passed out in his own room.

"Yeah? Who is it?"

"Such a charming telephone manner, Wheeler."

Joey couldn't have been more surprised if it had been someone telling him he'd just won a million yen. "Kaiba?" His mind went blank for a moment, then he blurted out the first thing he thought of.

"How the hell did ya get this number?"

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Seto arched an eyebrow at Wheeler's question. "It was on a piece of paper in my locker. I found it lying on top of your latest message to me, so I assumed you had put it there, also."

"Not me. Why would I want to do somethin' that stupid? Ya might call me."

There was a moment of silence as Seto fought not to laugh and gave Wheeler time to realise what a stupid comment that had been.

A heavy sigh came through the telephone. "Fine. Ya have. So what do ya want?"

It was a good question. Seto was mildly annoyed at himself for not realising Wheeler would ask it and working out an answer ahead of time. When in doubt - change the subject.

"I am sure my suggestion about what you could do with that Giant Soldier of Stone card you were flashing around at school this morning inspired it, however telling me to go and screw myself was not exactly an imaginative response." Kaiba lay down on the couch and stretched with a soft moan.

"Yeah? Well it sounds like it got the message across, to me." Even through the phone, Kaiba could hear the laughter in Wheeler's voice. "Although I think you've called the wrong number."

"Idiot. I was just stretching."

"Uh huh. Sure, Kaiba. Whatever you say." There was a muffled thump followed by a series of squeaks.

"What in the world are you doing? I thought only cats chased mice." Seto smirked.

"What? Oh, you mean the squeaking? Not mice. Bedsprings."

Seto's smirk faded as the word caused a mental image to pop into his mind. A very detailed mental image. "And you accused me of..."

"Hey! It ain't like that! I always lie on my bed while I talk on the phone." At Seto's snicker, Joey sighed. "That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Your sexual preferences are no concern of mine." Seto relaxed, starting to enjoy the conversation.

"Oh? Then how come ya keep showin' so much interest in them? That card comment today was just the latest in a long line. Almost every second note makes some reference about me havin' sex like that." Seto was still trying to get over his shock at that claim when Wheeler continued. "Although at least ya haven't stooped to the doggy style jokes. I gotta give ya credit there. Don't worry, Kaiba. I won't tell anyone about your interest in my ass."

"I assure you, Wheeler, I have no interest whatsoever in your... backside." Seto glared at the phone as if it was to blame for the blonde annoyance's comments.

"No? Awww and here I was thinkin' all this was just your version of foreplay."

Seto was almost positive he heard a smirk in Wheeler's voice. Despite that though, he couldn't help the images that the blonde's words summoned into his mind. He scowled. Time for vengeance.

"Oh no, Wheeler. My version of foreplay is much more interesting than that." His voice was a low velvet growl that whispered of slow, sweet and sinfully sensual sex and he thought the addition of a suggestive emphasis on the word 'much' had been a rather nice touch. "What a shame you will never find out just how interesting it is."

"Yeah." Seto's heart nearly stopped at the husky response. "I would have enjoyed the laugh." The brunette was still speechless with irritation when Wheeler added in a teasing tone, "Shame you're not interested in me. I'm pretty good with foreplay myself."

Seto managed to pull himself together. "Well, at least you are honest enough to admit it. It takes courage to do that, considering."

"Considering... what?" The wariness in Wheeler's voice made Seto smirk again.

"Considering that such an opinion could only have come from a self-critique." Score one for him!

"Takes one to know one."

Wheeler's comeback was immediate and told Seto he'd struck a nerve. He was almost distracted by the thought that perhaps he had been right - but not enough to let that insult pass without response. "Or I could be experienced enough to know that women would not say something so ridiculous."

"How would ya know it's ridiculous when we've never..."

Perhaps it was the words. Perhaps it was the husky suggestiveness of the voice in his ear. Perhaps it was the way that voice trailed off - inviting the listener's mind to follow it into areas forbidden by silent mutual agreement until that moment. Perhaps it was temporary insanity.

"Well if you would care to prove me wrong..."

Seto went very still and he could imagine the blonde boy on the other end of the phone reacting in the same way at his outrageous suggestion. He couldn't have said it. No - surely he'd just imagined himself saying it and had really said something perfectly normal. Something that hadn't cast his mental state into question.

At least there was no way that Wheeler felt the same way. He would surely just take it as yet another suggestive comment. He would never realise that the past few months of trading notes really had kindled a sexual awareness of him within Seto. There was no possibility that the words the brunette had just spoken would lead to anything more than a few somewhat risqué suggestions.

Unless, of course, Wheeler did happen to feel the same way.

"So... what are ya wearin'?"

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