Title: Food for Thought –Chapter 4.2: Gimme Chocolate and No One Gets Hurt
Author: bnomiko
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Seto + Yami
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Alcatraz Duel Tower
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Sequel of sorts to "Remember to Eat Your Fruits and Veggies" (but can easily stand alone). Seto and Yami discuss their argument at dinner.
Status: 5 / 5
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/
This is a SHONEN-AI fic (male + male romantic relationship). If you are offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded.
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Author’s Notes:
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Food for Thought
Chapter 4.2: Gimme Chocolate and No One Gets Hurt
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Yami dug through the refrigerator in search of the chocolate covered strawberries he had made earlier. He slid the fruit onto a plate, then went into the freezer to find chocolate and peanut butter covered slices of banana to accompany them.
Peace offering in hand, the next thing to do was to figure out where Seto had stormed off to. Yami swung by the gym, office and the den on the first floor, then went upstairs to check the library and Seto’s office. All the rooms were empty, so that left the bedroom as the only other logical place to check. Quietly, the ex-spirit slid into the bedroom, which also turned out to be empty, but just before Yami went to leave, he noticed a thin stream of light coming out from under the bathroom door. Dropping off the plate of fruit on his nightstand, Yami approached the door and tested it.
Locked, not surprisingly. He knocked lightly and cleared his throat. "Seto. I know you’re in there." No response. He sat himself down on the plush carpet and knocked again. "Seto, come out and talk to me."
"Fuck you," came a faint and muffled response.
Yami frowned and tried a different tactic. "Seto. I brought dessert. Even if you don’t want to talk to me, at least open the door a bit so I can slide the plate in."
For a minute there wasn’t a sound, and then Yami heard something rattle on the counter. "I don’t want it."
"It’s chocolate covered strawberries and bananas, yum yum." As soon as the words left Yami’s mouth, he winced. That sounded idiotic even to him. Seto was upset, not five years old.
"I’m not some fuckin’ kid, you twit!" Seto yelled back.
"Well, you’re acting like one," Yami muttered at the door, feeling more than a little peeved about being called a "twit."
The door suddenly flew open and Seto glowered darkly at him from the doorway. Yami scrambled to his feet. "You haven’t humiliated me enough today, have you? Who the…"
At the worst possible time, Yami’s mouth uncharacteristically worked faster than his brain and he blurted out, "You look like shit." Seto gawked at him and Yami winced again. But Seto really did look bad, his shirt was half open and his hair was in disarray. The taller teen’s blue eyes widened for a moment at the insult, then narrowed sharply in anger. He went to slam the door shut again, but Yami quickly wedged his right leg into the narrow opening right as it shut.
Well, that was a very bad idea. "Ow! Fuuuuuuck!" screamed Yami as the door rebounded off his lower leg.
"Yami! Are… I didn’t break your leg, did I?" Seto was there in an instant, grabbing the shorter duelist around the waist and supporting his weight as Yami lurched forward.
"Shit. Shit shit shit shit…" He reached down to check his leg and flinched. If nothing else, he was going to end up with some massive bruising.
Seto hauled his boyfriend into the bathroom and lifted him onto the countertop, knocking aside some pill bottles in the process. Then the taller teen crouched down and began methodically stripping off Yami’s pants. Despite the pain, Yami couldn’t help but smirk slightly. "If you wanted to get in my pants so badly, you should’ve told… owww…"
"Shut up!" The brunette ran his hands around the base of Yami’s kneecap and down his calf. "I don’t think you broke anything," he said, relief creeping into his voice for a moment before his anger rolled back in. "What were you thinking?!"
"I wasn’t, obviously," Yami moaned. The sharpness of the pain was starting to fade a little already, but his entire lower leg still felt like a throbbing mess. Yami went to shift himself on the counter, his silk boxers not doing much to ward off the coldness of the marble, but his hand brushed against one of the fallen bottles and he picked it up, frowning. "Seto… how many aspirins did you take?" The bottle was empty, and another one had spilled pills all over the counter.
Seto shrugged. "I had a headache. You weren’t helping." He looked up at Yami through a heavy fall of bangs. Something flickered in the depths of his lover’s crimson eyes.
"Oh, Seto…" Yami sighed, running his fingers lightly through fine brown hair. "I’m sorry… I didn’t want to upset you, but I had to stop you from saying something that you might later regret."
"Like what? I hate your stupid friends? Why would I regret that?" Seto replied casually, but he knew he would have regretted it later had he said it.
"You don’t mean that… even you know you don’t mean that."
"Hn. Well I definitely don’t like them."
"That’s not true," Yami said with a slight smile. "You like Yugi."
"I tolerate Yugi because he's your aibou. The rest of the bunch are like remoras."
"Like… what?"
"Nevermind." He straightened himself back up and leaned his weight forward between Yami’s thighs, one hand unconsciously drifting up to rub at his forehead.
Yami’s brow furrowed momentarily, but he covered up his concern with a crooked smirk and went to slide off the counter. However, Seto refused to budge. "Seto, what are you doing?"
"Where do you think you’re going? You’re only going to hurt yourself again, dummy." He smirked faintly as Yami wrapped his left leg around his waist.
"I was going to bring you your dessert, but since you insist on keeping me here, you can go get it yourself."
"Pushy."
Yami smiled and dug his heel into Seto’s ass. "Very."
The brunette gave a faint smile back, then ran his fingers lightly up Yami’s left leg, causing the other teen to chuckle and loosen his hold. "I’ll be right back. Where did you put it?"
"Nightstand on my side."
Seto walked out and Yami bent down to check his leg. No visible damage yet, but it was still throbbing badly. "So are you a cripple now?" Seto remarked casually, strolling back into the bathroom with the fruit platter in one hand and his cellphone in the other.
"Yes, I’m horribly maimed and it’s your fault. Feed me a strawberry," the crimson-eyed teen demanded, while Seto briefly glanced at a message left on his phone.
There was a light snort. "Is that a command, oh great Pharaoh Yami-kins?" The billionaire put the phone down, smirked, and randomly selected a chunk of frozen banana to pop into his own mouth.
Yami put on his best pout. "But Baaaby…" he whined.
"Ugh." Seto stuffed a chocolate covered strawberry into Yami’s mouth. "Anything is worth it to shut you up."
"I can think of other ways to shut me up," Yami purred as he swallowed the ripe fruit.
Seto smirked. "Hn. Not tonight, I still have a headache."
The shorter teen frowned. If his lover was refusing his advances, the headache had to be worse than Seto was letting on. And considering the number of pills he must have taken… "I’ll give you a massage then."
"Nope. It'll put me to sleep. Can’t go to bed until my brothers get home. Yugi took them out for coffee."
"Oh. That was nice of him."
"Not really. Those two will be completely wired by the time they get back. He probably did it to punish me."
Yami rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to slap his boyfriend’s arm. "Yugi isn’t like that," he admonished, picking up a strawberry and offering it to Seto’s lips. "But how about… I have an idea. I’ll take this," and he moved the plate to his lap, "and you take me downstairs. I’ll give you a massage on the sofa so that way even if you fall asleep, your brothers will wake you up when they get home."
Seto considered it while chewing. It sounded like a perfectly reasonable compromise and the offer of a massage was very tempting, especially with his headache, so he looked Yami straight in the eyes and said, "So what you really mean is you want me to carry your lazy ass downstairs?"
"Yes, Kai-baby." And he winked and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.
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Yami delicately plucked a banana slice from Seto's fingers while he slipped his own fingers through the brunette’s hair. The promised massage had degraded into something more like a scalp rub; Yami had found out the hard way that his leg was too sore for him to stand on. Presently the shorter teen was sitting on the floor with his injured leg propped up on some decorative pillows. He was leaning against the longest sofa in the room, stroking his lover’s hair over and over, while Seto slowly fed him every other piece of fruit. And Seto was lying belly-down on the sofa with a blanket, his eyes closed in exhaustion, purring faintly at the feel of Yami’s touch and the taste of fruit and chocolate in his mouth.
"So… Baby…" Although Yami really didn’t want to bring it up the argument, they had to clear the air.
"Hmmm?"
"Are you still mad about what happened at dinner? About the kiss?"
Blue eyes flickered open. "Do we have to talk about that, Yami?"
Yami turned his head and gazed at his boyfriend. "Yes."
Seto sighed. "Look, I know the dweeb patrol knows about us. I’m sure they know way too much about us. But I wish they didn’t. Last thing I need is more rumors and gossip."
"That’s only part of it though. Are you embarrassed by our relationship? By me?"
"You? Never."
Yami frowned. Seto always had to try and dodge the real issue at hand. "But the relationship is a private matter, and you’re a very private person. It’s okay if Noa, Mokuba and Yugi know about it because they’re family, but the others…"
Another sigh, and Seto’s eyes fluttered shut again. "I know they’re your friends, but...."
"We won’t go any faster than you want to, Kai-baby. And we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. And I know that you aren’t comfortable with letting the others see how you feel and that’s okay with me, as long as you let me see the real you."
"Hn. How poetic." But he was smiling slightly.
"Maybe one day you’ll feel more comfortable about… us. But I can… am willing to wait, for as long as it takes. So I’m giving you my word that I won’t ever do anything like that again, unless you want to. I shouldn't have done it in the first place... my friends mean a lot to me, but you're... Will you forgive me?" With that, he took hold of Seto’s hand and began sucking melted chocolate off his fingers.
Yami was rewarded by a soft chuckle. "If I forgive you… you’ll keep doing that?"
"As long as you want, Kai-baby."
"Good. Already forgave you… but I don’t remember when." His brow furrowed a little.
"Does your head still hurt? My leg is killing me."
"Serves… you right," Seto murmured, halfway asleep.
Yami smiled and resumed stroking the brunette’s hair. "It’s okay, get some rest. I’ll be here." he whispered, even as his mind completed his earlier thought. You're everything to me, and I love you.
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"Um, can I come in with you guys? I just want to make sure everything’s okay."
"Sure, Yugi." Mokuba replied as Noa fished out his key for the front door.
"Thanks. I won’t bother them if they’ve already gone to bed…"
"They won’t be in bed yet," said Noa as he opened the door. "Nii-sama always stays up ‘til we get home."
The trio stepped into the main foyer and immediately noticed the soft light coming from the living room. Mokuba ran to the entrance of the room, peeked in, and then to Yugi’s surprise, said, "Ohhh…" in a soft voice.
"Mokuba? What is…" began Noa, but the younger teen shushed him and pointed into the room.
Seto was stretched out on a sofa, asleep, a slight smile on his face and a fuzzy blue blanket lying over his shoulders. His left arm was curled around Yami’s shoulders as the ex-spirit slept propped up against the sofa, a tiny smile playing on his lips as well. An empty plate with chocolate residue rested on the floor next to Yami.
Yugi’s brows went up when he saw Yami’s swollen, bruised leg, which was resting on a pillow in front of him. "I don’t even want to know what they’ve been doing," he whispered, feeling amused and relieved that the two had indeed made up, and Mokuba rolled his eyes.
"Yugi, don’t be nasty!"
"Should we wake them up?" asked Noa. "Yami’s going to be real stiff tomorrow if he’s going to sleep like that."
"Nah… they’re probably really tired and you know how Nii-sama gets if he’s woken up. And I don’t think we can get Yami to bed without Seto. And if Seto gets woken up, then Yami will get mad and then Seto will be even more mad." Mokuba snickered softly at his own circular logic. "But we should get them some more blankets, Onii-chan, and maybe some ice for Yami's leg."
Yugi gave the two lovers one more glance, then suddenly recalled something from a private conversation he had with Yami just a week prior. Aibou, you know what the secret is to a good relationship? Never go to bed angry. He smiled at the prophetic wisdom of the words and turned to the two brothers beside him. "I have to go. But I’m really happy they made up. You guys, take good care of them."
"No sweat, Yugi," said Mokuba with a grin.
"Thanks for driving us. Have a good night," Noa added.
Yugi nodded. "You too. Tell Yami that I’ll see him next Friday and… tell him he was right last week. He’ll know what I mean."
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~ OWARI ~
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Additional Author’s Notes (regarding how this chapter came up):
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May 21, 2005