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alectoperdita · 16 days

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Poked at sugar baby!AU, but skipped ahead to stuff in later chapters so arguably have not made progress toward anything that could be published soon. 😂

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"I wish to retain your services," Seto paused, as if for dramatic effect and Katsuya wouldn't put it beyond him to do that. "Exclusively."

Mentally, Katsuya mapped out the possible paths in the upcoming conversation. Seto was not the first to offer such an arrangement, nor would he likely be the last. Don't get Katsuya wrong. It was deeply and supremely flattering for Kaiba Seto, of all people, to want to cover him exclusively. But it took more than mere flattery to entice Katsuya to jump ship.

Even if there was little in recent memory more gratifying than taking the executive apart on his fingers and dick.

Katsuya locked eyes with the other man. "I signed an employment contract."

Seto's pretty lips pursed, but he wasn't deterred. "I'll pay out for the remainder of your contract, including any penalty fees."

Humming, Katsuya crossed to where Seto sat, stiff and straight-backed, and lowered himself onto the man's empty lap. Impossibly, Seto tensed even more. But only for a second, until his hands found purchase on Katsuya's hips. Bracing the back of the armchair, Katsuya leaned in over the other man, and they almost seemed to melt as one into the cushion.

"Y'know, other people have made me the same offer," he said conversationally, settling more comfortably atop the executive's thighs. He could get used to this seating arrangement. "But they often underestimate how much it'd really cost. That won't be an issue for you, Kaiba-sama."

Seto's fingers dug into his waist. "That's a yes, then."

"It's not a no," he conceded.

The furrow between Seto's brows deepened, as did his frown. Katsuya felt the pull to press his mouth to Seto's lips next but he resisted.

The apparently lackluster response didn't deter Seto, though. The man gripped his hips as if he already owned him and rattled off the perks without missing a beat. "I'm offering you a six-month contract, possible renewal pending what happens. Your salary will be equivalent to twice your current rate. I will also cover your rent and other living expenses such as utilities, gym membership, and groceries. You will get a monthly stipend on top of that to deal with the rest."

Contrary to what people thought, Katsuya was excellent at math. His mind reeled as he crunched the numbers. He swallowed. "That's... That's a very generous offer."

God, it was so good it was dizzying. Even if Seto didn't renew the contract, Katsuya would be set for a while. He wouldn't have to return to hosting immediately. Hell, he might even save enough seed money to start his own business.

"I'm paying for you to be on call 24/7," said Seto matter-of-factly. "You'll see no other clients and work no other job."

Eyes hooded, Katsuya flashed a sultry grin. "Making giving you my dick whenever and wherever you want it my only job."

#fic: For Services Rendered #yugioh #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #my wips #tfw you kinda hate the state of your own prose writing 😔#hopefully some of you like it enough though #sugar baby AU with service top!Jou that I need in my life but no one else will give me!!!!

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amazingferret · 7 months

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Yugi is a dragon who likes to collect mysteries.

He couldn't indulge in his hobby back in his small village, where everybody knew each other and life was simple and mundane, but one day something remarkable did happen - he found an odd-looking kuriboh dragging along a weird pendant. When he lifted the pendant to give it a good look, a light shot out from the eye carved on it! It seemed to be pointing in a specific direction, how curious.

Yugi has been going wherever that light has lead him ever since, and keeps coming across exciting things whenever he does! He eventually left his village to see the world, and the kuriboh seemed quite content to follow him too.

Never in his dreams had the boy thought he'd be getting such a treasure, all by pure chance - an object that helped him do what he loves most, and a cute pet who he swears is as smart as a human sometimes...

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@twottie-m8 told me the tail looked like a bug, and my mind went to weird places...

Maybe eat the kuriboh first, guys? (please do NOT eat the kuriboh. or your friend...)

#yu-gi-oh #yugi mutou #the dragons au #today we interrupt our schedule to draw huuuuh a different character that isnt joey or kaiba #yeah man joukai is the long game but i also just like everyone else blease bear with me :')#extreme card enthusiasts

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rosalind-hawkins · 3 months

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Title: Skin to Scales Rating: Explicit Chapter: 4/4 Chapter Word Count: 5131 Additional Tags: Frottage, Confessions Chapter Summary:

Joey and Seto finally come to an agreement in terms of their relationship. Or do they?

And it is complete! There will be a sequel, maybe in a couple months? I don't have everything figured out for it just yet. I'll be posting a headcanons/lore post for this AU in a little while with some more fun details for y'all. Anyways, there will be more installments in this fic series, and at least one art commission of dragon!Joey coming soon.

Honestly wish I could write every fic this fast, ya know? I'd have all of my dozen+ WIPs knocked out by the end of the summer.

And hey, do you think Kaiba's white hair is gonna stick around? Will the hair dye do its job or will the dragon genes reassert themselves?

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #kaijou #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #my writing #fanfic update #my fanfiction #skin to scales #Scaleverse AU #kaiba seto #jounouchi katsuya #katsuya jounouchi

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puff-cat · 4 months

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Here’s a prologue, of sorts! Some writing will come from this AU, hopefully actual chapters but at the very least little snippets and scenes. Writing gods lend me ur strength.

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By the time Kaiba finally left the hospital, leather bag slung over his shoulder and white doctor’s coat draped over his tall, thin frame, the full moon was high in the inky void of the night sky.

As he walked, alone, through street lit dimly by flickering streetlights, long fingers pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. Shaking one out, he returned the pack to his pocket in favor of retrieving a lighter. It was an old thing, dented and tarnished, shine remaining only around the flint wheel and the engraving on the side that had been lovingly worried by cold fingers over many, many years.

Smoothly, Kaiba lit the cigarette and brought it to his lips. It was a long-lived habit, one he had never managed to give up despite the futility of the practice. Or perhaps that was precisely because he continued. The thin stick between his fingers provided some sort of nostalgic comfort to him, but none of the harm usually associated with such a vice. Still an addiction, of sorts. But a victimless one.

It had been a long shift, as those on the full moon always seemed to be, in hospitals. Patients acting oddly, unexpected trauma cases, even the computer systems seemed unwilling to cooperate. Were he but a simple man, Kaiba might have been utterly exhausted by it all. But he was not a simple man.

Under the moonlight, deep sapphire gave way to crimson as the contacts that masked Kaiba’s true appearance during the day were finally burned away by the natural venom that flowed through his body. They never lasted long, the contacts. 12 hours at most. It was something he had to keep a decent stockpile of. But fleeting as the effect was, it allowed Kaiba to walk among the masses relatively unquestioned. Certainly one benefit of choosing to adapt to modern technology, rather than scorn it, as many of his ilk tended to.

Kaiba exhaled a swirling breath of smoke into the night, continuing his walk. He was nearly at his destination now, and he began to pick up on the tell-tale smell that accompanied his ‘night job’. The homeless people scattered amongst the abandoned alleys in this forgotten corner of the city paid Kaiba no mind as he passed them, heels of his oxfords clicking on the dilapidated concrete, deftly avoiding puddles of stagnant water and abandoned litter. The glow of buzzing neon signs, advertising everything from cheap beer to topless girls lit his way, but Kaiba could traverse this path blind and backwards, if he needed to. It was one he knew well.

Finally, he came to an inconspicuous, unmarked staircase, hidden next to a restaurant that looked open but in fact had never once served food to anyone. A single sigil, splashed crudely onto the inner wall of the stair in fading paint was hardly noticeable, except to those looking for it. Kaiba stubbed out his cigarette on the wall, letting it fall carelessly to the ground, before ascending.

At the bottom of the stair was a single door with a faded brass handle. It turned soundlessly in Kaiba’s hand, and when he slipped past the threshold, he was greeted by a smoky hallway covered in faded, peeling wallpaper, and a singular figure seated at a desk at it’s end.

#other characters will make appearances in this fic!#JouKai supernatural AU #violetshipping #puppyshipping #seto kaiba #yugioh #I got like 4 free hours at work tomorrow #god willing I’ll be able to get more down lol

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saiikavon · 1 year

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(Wanting to post things again but AO3 feels like too big and open a space atm. Tumblr’s a safe cozy space for right now. Sometimes I don’t know how my own mind works.

Anyway. Service dog au is making me feel soft.)

Seto had never put much stock in romantic fantasies, but he was not unfamiliar with the cliches. Grand gestures after long bouts of silence, windswept moments of passion, things of that nature. And that oft-mentioned spark that came when the heart least expected it. Breath catching. Heart pounding.

I knew in that moment that they were the one for me.

Laughable. Ridiculous. Frivolous nonsense.

It was happening to Seto right now.

It struck in the midst of a smile, a near-careless touch, stopped halfway to soft, twitching ears. Jounouchi curled up tighter under his blanket, the chair that Seto had gifted him for his first birthday at the mansion rocking steadily as he shifts. Seto withdrew his hand, curling it into a fist at his side.

Oh.

He supposed that self-reflection and hindsight would tell him where it started. Lay out all the little puzzle pieces of his heart until the picture became clear.

But in the moment, it was an all-at-once feeling. Breath catching. Heart pounding.

Everyone that spoke of it had always made it seem so…euphoric. Sunshine and clear skies after ages of rain. He didn’t realize how much it could hurt. How the breath stolen from his lungs seemed it would never return, how his heart’s frantic beating seemed to fight the pressure trying to crush it into a pulp.

Jounouchi slept on, unaware of just what he had inflicted upon Seto.

It will have to stay that way, Seto thought. Because he couldn’t have the hybrid, not in this uncertain and ugly world that they lived in. Not when Seto’s love could hurt far more than just an ache in the chest.

But god, did it ache.

Seto’s fist fell loose. He reached out once more to touch, just a gentle nudge of the hybrid’s shoulder to rouse him. Amber eyes slowly opened and blinked up at him, then squinted shut as Jounouchi yawned. He stretched out, regarding Seto with a sleepy pout.

"Mm…time s'it?"

"Late. You should head up to bed instead of sleeping here."

Jounouchi yawned again and tucked himself more snugly under his blanket. "Don't wanna. Plenty comfy here."

Seto sighed, but even that sound left him in waves of affection. "We have an early day at the office tomorrow. I don't want you working with a stiff neck."

Jounouchi whined, then reluctantly stretched out, flopping briefly over the arm of his chair before getting up. "Fine, fine…m'goin'…"

Seto didn't realize he was frozen in place until Jounouchi, halfway to the stairs, turned a clear gaze to him, brows knotted together in concern.

"Hey, you should get to bed too, then. Don't wanna fall asleep at your desk."

Seto nodded. "Yes, you're right. I'll be up in a moment."

Unexpectedly, Jounouchi paused, ears perked. His tail made a nervous twitch. "You okay? Your pulse sounds a little high…"

Seto internally cursed. Of course Jounouchi would notice. It was literally his job.

He'd promised never to lie to Jounouchi about his feelings again, so instead, Seto asked, "Would you like me to brush you before you go to sleep?"

Jounouchi blinked, startled, but his tail started wagging in genuine delight. "Uh…wow, yeah, that sounds nice. You really want to?"

"It may help me resolve some of my restless energy," Seto replied, the only explanation he could give for his current…symptoms. And not at all untrue. He could certainly be soothed by letting his fingers run through all that soft, silky fur…

Jounouchi's expression lit up, and his tail continued to wag. "Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You coming up now, then?"

"Yes." Seto felt his feet unglue themselves from the floor, and without further hesitation, he followed Jounouchi up the stairs. Their eyes locked for a moment. Love further bloomed in Seto's chest, like a day glory under Jounouchi's bright gaze.

He imagined it would do so again, and again, and again, for the rest of his life.

#ygo #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai #service dog au

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luxielovesparkles · 1 year

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The dragon boy is back

#ygo #jounouchi katsuya #joey wheeler #dragon jou #dragon au #i wanted to post it for the demon day of the joukai week #but since i don't have time for that #here we go enjoy !#myart

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assayart · 1 year

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JouKai Week! 💞

Day 7: Free day (I chose an au)

I did goat-taur Joey and (feli-taur?) Seto

Anyways they're shirtless but that's about it.

@joukaiweek

Joey is very loosely based on an arapawa goat and Seto is even more loosely based on a snow leopard

#joukaiweek2023 #puppyshipping #yugioh #joey wheeler #seto kaiba #tw shirtless #i hope i did this right #ygo #fanart #my art #yu gi oh #yugioh fanart #jounouchi katsuya #taur au #violetshipping #joukai #kaijou

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mistakenlyfoundnico · 7 days

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I got in the mood to write a fic again :]], not any of my work in progresses yet :[[ a new fic, and cause of my obsession with stardew valley it's stardew valley au puppyshipping, yippee, I don't know how long it is going to be, it probably will be like a series of oneshots so then I won't feel pressured to keep updating :]] i will let yall know when and if it comes out

#yu gi oh #seto kaiba #fanfic idea #stardew valley #stardew valley au #puppyshipping #puppyshipping fics #violentshipping fic #violentshipping #jounouchi x kaiba #jounouchi katsuya #joukai #kaijou #my yugioh hyperfixation hit me like a truck

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artnijna · 1 month

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Dragon Knights au

Kaiba is a high elf and a knight of the Dragon order, along with Joey who is a recent addition. JouKai rivalry ensues and eventually romantic feelings. With some prodding from Atem, a king of dragons and his court wizard and husband, Yugi.

Dragon knights in this au get companions, and when they join a dragon chose them by their souls and hatches. Kaiba was a watcher over the red eyes egg that hatched for Joey so he's over protective of the little dragon, as are Kaiba's 3 blue eyes.

Will finish this and also working on them with their dragons.

#fanart #artnijnaart #ygo dm #yugioh fanart #joukai #jouxseto #jounouchi katsuya #seto x joey #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #puppyshipping #violetshipping #joukai au #dragon knights au

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unfriendlyamazon · 1 year

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Black Coffee and a Funny Cigarette (free day)

i didn’t really have a plan for the last day of @joukaiweek buuuut i’ve had this sitting in my secret documents for a while. a sort of sequel to this gangster au, overly self-indulgent, and utterly tragic.

Title: Black Coffee and a Funny Cigarette Rating: M Characters: Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba Word Count: 2209 Warnings: Depression, Aftermath of Violence, Weed, Family Estrangement, Mokuba Is Dead In This One, Discussions of Violence, Swears, Sex, Minimally Researched Historical Fiction Summary: It’s the end of a long night for Joey Wheeler, and he seeks some comfort in the form of black coffee, and a funny cigarette.

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Joey runs a hand through the wet strands of his bleached hair and tries to avoid his reflection in the mirror. The steam from the shower works to cover the small medicine cabinet in the skinny bathroom of his tiny apartment, but blotches of color still make it through. The straw colored yellow, the warm tan of his skin, and the purple bruises that bloom on his face like water stains. His knuckles are red and raw, and he buries them in the scratchy towel before pulling on his overshirt and opening the door.

Night has stayed nested outside the single tiny window he called his own, but now early morning leaks shades of red into the midnight blue. Inside, the lamps were lit, making spots of warm light against the brick and plaster walls. Joey’s lucky to have an apartment fit for one, even if the metal frame bed is pushed up against the far wall, leaving only a little space between there and the cubby kitchen. The furniture can’t even be comfortably called second hand. No, the shabby pieces have been rescued from dumps and resale shops. A radio sits on the table, one of the only relatively new appliances he owns. Jazz crackles out of the speakers, the sort they played for late night insomniacs and sleepy workers starting their day or waiting to see it end.

The newest addition to his apartment comes in the tall dark shape of Seto Kaiba. He’s pulled a frayed robe over his shoulders and is now pouring himself a cup of black coffee in the small kitchen area. His eyes have a similar red rimmed sleepiness that Joey identifies with too well with. Since bringing him into the fray with his usual gang, he’s taken to the work with a relative easiness and unflinching attitude that others have already noticed. His night hasn’t been half as rough as Joey’s, but he waited for him at the bar until Joey shuffled in with the rest of the boys, face half-bloodied and knuckles cracked. The right thing to do, Joey knew, was share a drink with the gang, a moment of camaraderie and bravado after another night of doing their worst, but Seto wrapped a jacket around his shoulders and guided him onto the darkened street where they walked in silence, just the heavy footfalls of their feet and the click of Seto’s cane against the gray concrete.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he crossed the small space to Joey’s side.

“Better,” he mutters and turns away from him. The bed creaks beneath him as he falls back. He squeezes his eyes shut and sinks into the stiff mattress. A headache pulses in the front of his temple. He doesn’t figure for getting much sleep tonight.

“I thought you’d feel this way,” Seto says from somewhere above him. The tips of his long fingers brush the sheets beside Joey, like he isn’t sure if he should touch him. “I can leave, if you’d like.”

Wordlessly, Joey reaches across, finding Seto’s wrist and holding him there. The thought of facing sunrise alone leaves a pit in his stomach. Seto still has a bed in some shared tenement, but more and more he spends his nights here, warming Joey’s pillows after a night out in the cold. They’ve never put into words what exactly their arrangement even is. Partners implies a certain amount of intent to a relationship carried mostly by momentum, and sweethearts is too saccharine and dovey for Joey to care for it. Lovers conjures images of elicit affairs tucked behind gilded couches, or maybe love lorn letters brimming with heartfelt emotions. It isn’t the sort of word used to describe two brow beaten men, exhausted and empty, looking to fill up on whatever comforts they could manage.

Tonight is a night for comfort.

“Of course,” Seto says, and his lips brush Joey’s forehead. “I think I have just the thing.”

The bed depresses next to him, and he peeks an eye open as Seto leans over the nightstand. His cane is rested beside the bed, the dull wood a dark shape in the dim lighting. His hands move like he was looking for his cigarettes, but he pulls out a small tin that, when opened, reveals a number of smaller rolled sticks. Reefer. Along with the banning of alcohol, the teetotal committee has been in a tizzy over the immigrant weed which passed through every club in New York. Their gang doesn’t deal much in it besides enjoying it. They smoked a stick together on the veranda outside a jazz club, and Seto always kept a few on him, for his hip he said.

He strikes a match now and brings the joint to his lips. Joey watches him inhale, his chest expanding as he sucks in the musky smelling herb. He holds it in his chest for a few heartbeats before exhaling it. Smoke dances blue in the yellow light of the lamps. It’s all Joey could focus on as he takes the offered joint and sucks in a breath himself. His ribs ache, his limbs are sore, and he can feel every bone in his body, broken or not. George Olsen croons from the table, the soft rhythm of the song setting a gentle tenor to the air.

Each breath unspools the tension in his chest. Joey and Seto just breathe for a while, in and out, to the time of the radio’s melodies. At some point, they climb into bed proper. Seto’s lean frame leaves his back against the wall as Joey lays against his chest. His heartbeat is a steady rhythm in his ear, and he closes his eyes against it. The sky is still lightening outside, but for right now Joey can pretend that this is the whole world. The little apartment, the music, him, and Seto.

“They’re playing some Charlie Chaplin pictures at the theater this week,” Seto says. His fingers brush through Joey’s hair. “We should go.”

Joey smiles. “You love those.”

“They make me laugh,” he says without a drop of amusement in his voice.

That makes Joey laugh, and he squeezes him a little tighter. “You’re buying. I heard someone’s working the books now.”

Seto hums. It’s no secret one of the bookmakers had up and left mysteriously overnight, after more than a few mistakes in his accounting were discovered. Seto had run numbers for a short while before someone up top realized his street smarts barely measured up to his business sense. Better money than street work, more perks too, so long as you keep your hands clean and don’t scrape off the top.

“We oughtta go out to Coney Island,” Joey continues. “Get a hot dog, play some games.”

“I’ve never been before,” Seto says. His fingers still stroke the long strands of Joey’s hair. With his eyes closed, Seto’s voice comes from somewhere distant, the soft slow murmur of his voice laying on Joey like a blanket.

“It’s the best,” Joey says. “No place like it on Earth, far as I know. Maybe we could go swimming. You own a bathing suit?”

“No,” he drawls, and Joey laughs again.

“We used to go all the time,” he says. A pang of melancholy strikes his heart, but his mouth is already moving. “You can ride the train straight to it. Even after they started charging for the parks, we’d save our nickels. I don’t know if I’ve ever been as happy as I was sitting on the boardwalk with a corndog with my sister.”

Seto’s fingers pause. He tucks a strand of yellow hair behind Joey’s ear. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

The melancholy settles in like a well worn jacket. Joey buries his face in Seto’s side. “She’s in California. I haven’t seen her in ten years.”

Seto says nothing, and Joey’s grateful. If Seto presses even a little bit, Joey doesn’t know if he could stop himself from telling the full sad tale, and he doesn’t want to. It’s not anybody else’s burden to bear, or anybody else’s secret to keep.

“I had a brother,” Seto finally says. “It’s been a long time as well.”

Joey opens his eyes and sits straight up. Seto’s hand falls away from him. He doesn’t know what he expects to see, as Joey searches Seto’s face, maybe some tears, maybe a tremor to his lips, but Seto looks at him the way he always does. His expression is a guarded secret, a bank vault begging to be cracked open.

“Is that why you left?” Joey asks. “Texas. You said something happened.”

Seto puts a hand on the locket he wears around his neck. He’s opened it exactly once around Joey, who saw the braided strand of hair inside but had asked no questions. It’s how it works between the two of them. Sometimes Joey suspected Seto liked to hear him talk so much because it kept his own fragile thoughts at bay.

“His name was Mokuba,” Seto says. “He was the only thing I had left. After his funeral, I went to my adopted father’s office, and I bludgeoned him to death before burning the place to the ground.”

Seto’s gaze hasn’t moved from Joey’s. He waits, unflinching, for Joey to say anything at all. Dares him to. He’s confessed to a murder. No, he’s confessed to an execution. Joey reaches out with his own blood covered hands, holding Seto’s face, and he lets out a dry, cracked laugh.

“We’re as fucked up as you can get,” Joey says. “Sometimes I think we’re made for each other.”

Seto stares at him, and then he pulls Joey close to kiss him. It’s a messy thing. They’re both sluggish and sad and grateful to feel the warmth of another person. New York is a cold and lonely place, so full of people and so empty of hope. But here, in this room, in this bed, with Seto’s breath against his skin, and the heat between them, they can grind away a little of that hard outer shell they worked so hard to keep. For a little while, they can feel anything at all.

They fuck, or make love, Joey isn’t sure which. It’s never like the way he’s had it before. Joey’s body isn’t the same beneath his clothes, and with every other lay he’s either been careful about how much of himself to reveal or fuck people he knows don’t care. Seto’s hip is fragile, and so the times they’re rough are still taken with care. It’s the first time they feel fully bare to another person, the only time someone has taken either of them with care. Tonight’s it’s lazy. Joey nips his skin without intent, and Seto’s hands draw up and down his spine. They stop to kiss each other and start again to feel their skin move together. Even after they’ve come, they don’t move free of each other. The sun’s come up outside, softening the warm glow of the lamps and painting everything in hazy shades of pink and blue, and they share the tail end of the reefer between their lips. They lay together, not an inch of space to spare.

Joey rests his head in the crook of Seto’s neck. Seto’s arms are loose around him. He breaches slow and deep, falling asleep, and it tickles the hair on Joey’s head. Tears prick the corner of Joey’s eyes as he feels the hollow well in his chest suddenly overrun. It’s been a long, hard night. He feels rough and raw in a way that isn’t entirely bad, which is so often how he feels in bed with someone else. This is the first time that feeling hasn’t left him scrambling for the hills. Instead, Seto sighs and holds him a little a tighter. Joey presses his lips to his jaw.

“You should stay,” he says.

A dry laugh shakes Seto’s chest. “I had no intention of moving, I promise you.”

Joey looks up at him. “You should stay here. You and me. I don’t wanna be without you.”

It’s too earnest of a confession, he knows. It’s the reefer, making his head fuzzy, and when they wake up in a few hours they can laugh. Except, tonight they’ve been too honest with each other, and none of it can be taken back. Joey doesn’t want to.

Seto presses his forehead to his, he’s smiling in a way Joey so rarely gets to see. “Of course I’ll stay.”

Relief breaks in Joey’s chest. He kisses him again, and again, and again. His lips are wet from crying, and Seto laps away his tears. They’re kissing moves him inside Joey, who offers a desperate thankful thrust. They do make love this time, no longer lazy but set to satisfy each other, to share in a brief and happy solidarity. Without Seto, Joey’s night would’ve been spent alone and empty, dark, and cold, the apartment stinking of sweat and blood. Joey doesn’t know if he could stand it. But somehow, Seto’s spread the dawn across their little haven, and the air is warm and layered with the scent of black coffee and his funny cigarettes.

#the original i put sorely in the american depression but i started playing around with prohibition era #so if there's an inconsistencies don't tell me #this is an au of an au of an au #we're layers deep people #me writing my own fanfiction like do you think i'm depressed #kaijou #joukai week #joey wheeler #jounouchi katsuya #seto kaiba

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