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Late Night Dip	By : KlebKat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8873 -:- 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.

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Late Night Dip

Klebkat

Klebkatt@hotmail.com

Seto/Joey, Joey/Seto

Yaoi, Lemon, PWP mostly, misspelled words�sorry

I don�t own YGO, Takahashi-sama does.

*readers note* Angel Eater is written by Unintentional Nightmare. AE is only used to describe Kaiba's past; like certain words, past events, and actions he relates to or uses to his lovers. I recommend reading 'Angel Eater' before this. You can find AE, AE: Goodbye, and AE: Kami-sama under UN-dono�s Fanfiction.net account. Some words and names will be lowered cased when they should be capital to (hopefully) emphases the effect with the characters.

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It had been a long day. Work in this place had been horrible. The horrid day began when the

Muck TradeMark Company had refused to help him make a Kaiba worthy commercial for his new 'Duel Disk II'.

But the horror had not ended there, oh no... not for Kaiba. He had gotten into a fight on the phone with his boyfriend, Yugi Moto, for a number of reasons. Kaiba never called to see to see how he was; and when Kaiba did call, it was only for a phone number he needed or to see how Mokuba was.

So Yugi had to dump him. Actually, Kaiba snickered at that thought. He had wanted Yugi ever sense he had beat up Grandpa Moto and Yugi had Dueled him-- 'and won....'. The little freshman had his uses--as well as his innocence--and Kaiba had used both to get exactly what he had wanted from the little imp. For a while, Yugi had satisfied him--in mind, heart, and body--but now...

Seto Kaiba, the CEO of KaibaCorp, let the strain of the day get to him and he rubbed his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to go upstairs to his 5 star hotel room and rest in perfect bliss and dream about... 'him'; the only one who could make him happy and continuously blissful. Kaiba's desire grew as he remembered...

"Malik..." he breathlessly whispered to himself in the elevator with lust. Kaiba was so tired of today. He wanted to sleep; ANYTHING to relax and make all of his worries go away.

He unlocked the door to his room on the 5th floor and placed his things and suitcase rather carelessly on the floor. Kaiba looked at nothing but the closest object that he could lay down on... the couch.

His eyes closed as soon as his body laid face down on the renaissance styled furniture and his mind was fading away from the stressful worry to a lovely black.

"Hey! Is any one in here?" a detestable voice stated rather loudly. "Did ja forget ta close yer own door or what!? Ber'lers could come in on ya or somethin'!...Hun?" the voice eyed someone on the fancy couch near the TV. "Hey, are ya aw`right?" the Brookline voice said more calmly, speaking softer with more concern... more sweetly. A hand touched Kaiba�s back and the soft, warm, silk feeling slightly careerist more than it meant to; sending goose bumps skimming all over his back and string Kaiba�s sleep deprived body to the dangerous faze-- dream acting.

Kaiba turned over, eyes barely open but still lightly sleeping and hugged the bent over person; thinking their lips where those of his beloved Malik Ishtar--

"KAI--" and kissed them gently. The body didn't jerk back and even lend in a little more for the short, brushing kiss.

Kaiba's nose touched the others once the kiss was over and--now fully awake with a smile in his minds eye--he half way opened his eyes to stare into huge brown ones and not the psychotic, violent violet that he had expected to see. "...kaiba..." the voice gently whispered against the CEO's partially open lips.

No... it just couldn't be... no....not...him...

"JOEY!!" Kaiba screamed suddenly, eyes now wide and bulging, pulling back until his head laid on the cushions of the refined couch and he clasped his own left hand with his right behind Joseph Wheeler's head of golden locks. Joey pulled back too quickly from Kaiba's grip and fell against the 27'' TV on his rear.

"Oh, god!" Joey spat out, his face now showing signs of embarrassed blushing.

"OH GOD! NOT YOU!!" He now was sitting up; an oh-my-god expression written all over him. "HOW DID A LOW LIFE LIKE YOU GET HERE, WHEELER!?"

Joey's head shot forward, glaring at Kaiba, "WHO YOU CALLIN' A LOW LIFE, KAIBA?! YER THA ONE WHO KISSED ME!!" Both Kaiba and Joey's cheeks pinked at the words. Each one would have pulverized the others face for the sheer embarrassment they now felt, but Kaiba asked hatefully, "Why are you here?!" Joey answered with as much displeasure, " I'm here for a month; child visitation rites with my mom."

Snicker.

Kaiba's expression softened a bit, wondering what the dog was laughing at. Probably the kiss. Kaiba figured. He did not have long to think though, as Joey seemed to have read his mind. "We," emphasizing him and his mother, "getta free 'sweet." the mutt smirked.

Kaiba bit his lower lip angrily; his tongue secretly skimming the year old scar, caring more about the kiss they had shared than Joey's mother. "Then I guess you really are just the poor child of a janitor mother after all, hu, Mutt?" Kaiba sneered in retort.

Joey's eyes flashed hate at Kaiba. He sat on his knee's and his hands, "SAY WHA-- YA DIS MY MOTHER!?!" Joey lunged off his knees towards Kaiba, his arms out stretched and ready to kill. Kaiba just sat there and met 'Killer Joey' head on. Kaiba tried to stand up as Joey rammed into him, knocking the brunet back down on the couch. Joey- currently sitting on Kaiba's lap-- punched him in the stomach and the billionaires face plunged into Joey's chest in pain as he warped his arms around his belly. Joey freaked for a second or two as his own hands griped Kaiba's shoulders, the brown orbs twitching nervously as his nose became full of Seto's saloon style hair and breathed in the older teen's scent.

Without warning, Kaiba stood up and Joey with him. Their bodies huddled close together as the dog left his hands in place. Kaiba looked Wheeler up and down--fighting the urge to beat the shit out of him and willing down the warm blush--and finally focused on his quivering, soft, pink lips. He thought about it--like he had thought about it before; during many situations like this.

He thought about it.

He shoved the 16yr. old back forcefully but Joey's paws stayed fixed to his shoulders and he gulped. "JOEY WHEELER, DAMNIT! LET ME GO!!" Joey snapped his hands back. What the hell had he been doing? ...oh, yeah, that's right........ he was beating the crap outta' Kaiba for saying bad things about his mom. A no escaped his lips before he tackled Kaiba again; this time falling over the back of the couch onto the floor. Kaiba rolled over and was laying on Joey's stomach as they both made bumping/thumping sounds; stretching each others mouth with their thumbs like anima children.

"GET *graon* OFF OF ME KAI--*grunt*--BA!

"*pant*YOU FRIST*ooohh!*WHEELER!"

"YEE-HAW LOVERS *heehee* GET IT ON! *heheheheheheeheheee* SCORE!!" yelled an old lady, shuffling past Kaiba's still wide open door.
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