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A few days later, Jounouchi had been invited to go back to the Kaiba Mansion. He politely declined their offer; this time, he wanted Kaiba to have to come after him, the last thing he wanted was to seem easy, or easily accessible. So since then, he'd been staying with Yuugi, while also searching for a house for himself. He wanted to find a house big enough for him and his sister, he knew she was still living with their rat of a mother. The mooch, every penny he sent to Shizuka was used only for herself…His resolution was to get her out of there as fast as he could, with school and all.

And Kaiba wasn't making it easy…it seemed ever since that day, the work was getting harder. Damn it, he was sick and tired of Kaiba's challenges! Didn't he know he would meet them head on each time? Jeez…Jounouchi Katsuya was no quitter. Kaiba should have known that by now.

It seemed there was no loophole within this bogus marriage. Katsuya was very nearly surefire Kaiba was playing. He had to be, it just didn't add up, none of it. The way they met, their actions around each other, none of it made sense to be the 'wonderful' marriage the press had them out to be. Something didn't click; and Katsuya was almost sure it was a sham. He just needed a little more information…just another clue and he'd have this mystery solved.

But then…what if it wasn't? What if Kaiba just wasn't…lovable? What if he really did love her, and he just wasn't that good at showing it? What if he'd been doing all this work for nothing? What if their marriage was just as happy as everyone made it out to be?

No. That couldn't be. Anything but that conclusion could be drawn. After all, that would have to mean Kaiba was in the habit of committing adultery with every fling he'd had in the past…and he really hadn't seen Pegasus around since after Duelist Kingdom.

No. It was something deeper…Maybe, Kaiba was in love with her once…He remembered Marik to have done something nasty to Kaiba's mind back in Battle City, maybe his attraction to Sacho was a result of that, and in any case, she really did look an awful lot like Marik.

Katsuya sighed, it was way too late in the night to be thinking about this right now.

Tomorrow, he thought as he settled down into bed, tomorrow he'd think this through to the end.

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He was dreaming…oh and it was such a wonderful dream…

Seto remembered having dreams like these, where his Katsu would come back from Amerika early…and come to him…and they'd consummate their love, kissing and touching and loving…

He used to pray for these dreams to stop.

He used to beg and plead and finally, they did stop, but it left him feeling empty…That was, until Katsu actually came back. And it was such a wonderful feeling to see him again…

And then the dreams started again. Though, he didn't much mind them the second—or was it the third?—time around. As long as he wasn't met with that emptiness every time he awoke…just to find Katsu was not there…hadn't ever been there…

But back to the dreaming…

It felt so real. If Seto didn't know any better, he would have believed his subconscious, but he knew better than to be let down in the end. However, that didn't mean he didn't take advantage in the thoughts his subconscious picked up on, no, he took full advantage of the situation, and lived it to the fullest.

Seto pushed the blond onto his back, lavishing his mouth and jaw with wet kisses, biting lightly with sharp teeth, wanting to leave the blond breathless and marked red beneath him. He heard the blond cry out and arch into him, pleading with him to hurry it up, tugging at his hair until their mouths were inches from one another.

Seto could have sworn he felt Katsuya's breath across his cheek, hot and needy, his soft tenor whimpering and demanding his haste.

He slowly leaned down, watching the blond's amber eyes cloud with frustration and want. He watched his lips part, a small pink tongue reaching out to wet his dry lips and catching on Seto's. Amber eyes glanced shyly up at Seto, waiting impatiently to be kissed. Seto did not disappoint.

Their lips met, and meshed, and oh, it was so glorious and beautiful…almost as wonderful as the first time. He could feel Katsuya's hands in his hair, tugging him closer, could feel the blond's lips, soft and pliant against his own….and his mouth, its hot and heady taste left the brunet slightly inhibited, he wanted more, so much more he thought he would die if he didn't get it!

Seto brought his body down, crushing it against Katsuya's, forcing the blond's legs to part and his groin to come into contact with Seto's. Katsuya let out a high cry against the brunet's mouth and arched wantonly into the man's hold.

Suddenly they were naked, and Seto could feel the blond's hard length against his stomach, trapped and dripping with want and need between their two bodies. Seto's throat made a soft high pitch keening sound against his will and he saw Katsuya grin at him in return. He didn't give the blond time to harass him about it as he reached down, circling his hand around the amber-eyed man's rigid erection. Katsuya's eyes flew shut and he arched, crying out it utter abandon as Seto began to finger the head, swiping his thumb back and forth and then, just whispering it into the slit at the top. Katsuya moaned and thrust upward, his legs tightening around the brunet's hips.

Seto groaned, watching the blond writhe and squirm under him was doing nothing save fueling his desire for more, gods, more. He couldn't put into words how much he wanted him, how much he needed him, it was an ache deep inside of him…never quenched, always yearning…

Seto gasped as he was suddenly upended, feeling as his back connected with the mattress and Katsuya pushing against him from above, his weight a wonderful reassurance on his body. He groaned and sought out the blond's lips, capturing them with his own, reveling in the emotions so passionate flowing over them both, drowning him, grounding him, hell—he never wanted to get up, ever.

Katsuya moved a bit, and suddenly, he was inside him, and it was glorious friction and heat and tight casing and he wanted more, more, gods, he wanted more! He reached up, grasping the blond's hips so tight he knew it would bruise and pulled him down farther, seating himself fully inside him, moaning at Katsuya's ecstasy filled eyes. Katsuya whimpered and reached down, his hands splaying along Seto's chest, holding himself upright and moving experimentally.

The first thrust was sublime, it sent shudders of pleasure through the both of them, unbelievable bliss coursing through their veins, Seto swore, nothing in the world could feel this good…

Katsuya smirked down at him and slowly moved his hips forward, grinding against the brunet, forcing hot jolts of pleasure to dart up and down his spine.

"K-Katsuya!"

Seto couldn't help the moan escaping if he tried. It was heaven, it was hell, it was everything in between and gods, please, gods, move!

As if Katsuya could hear his inner pleas, he started, pushing down on Seto's chest to move himself up, then letting go to force himself back down. The blond let out a choked groan as his head fell backwards, his back arching and his body shuddering. Something snapped in Seto, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He tightened his grip on the man's hips and began thrusting with earnest, wanted to hit completion as soon as possible.

Katsuya nearly cried, his form falling bodily onto Seto's as he let the brunet haired man lead the way, making subtle movements only when necessary. Katsuya moved his head up, and Seto was met by a pair of alarmingly golden eyes shining with want, clouded by lust. They were kissing again, and Seto could feel himself getting closer, closer…gods, almost there…

He reached down, wanting to bring Katsuya to the same end as he, but he felt his hand slip where it should have grasped…what? Why? He never got a chance to wonder why as he was suddenly ripped from his revere, his whole body shuddered as his orgasm wrought throughout his nerves. His back arched and he cried out the blond's name, grinding his pelvis against Katsuya's, wanting to prolong their pleasure…wanting to make it last forever if he could. Gods, it was so powerful that Seto's vision went black and he struggled for consciousness.

When he finally came to, he was greeted by a pair of ugly green eyes gazing smugly down at him, their owner bare for the world and seated direction on top of him.

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Seto sat blankly for a few seconds before everything began to fall down around him. He let out a strangled gasp, his eyes going unnaturally wide and pushed the blonde off his body, rolling to the side and falling out of the bed. He rushed to the bathroom, tripping over his feet and trying desperately not to pass out again.

He reached the toilet and heaved, his throat clenching and his stomach contracting sickly. Hot tears slipped down his face as he continued to empty his stomach, gods, gods, what happened!

No, gods, no he didn't want to think about it…Gods, no, please, no…

He quickly got control of himself, and when he was sure there would be no more vomit coming up from his throat, he sat up and flushed the toilet. Seto slowly got to his feet, his legs wobbly and unsteady. He grasped the counter and glanced a look in the mirror, gods, his whole face was green with sickness. He had a horrifying moment he thought he might throw-up again, but he quickly pushed it back down.

He glanced around the room, seeing his robe not far away and grabbed it, he put it on and slowly made his way back into his bedroom.

Sacho met him, thankfully clothed, smirking with her arms crossed along her chest.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Seto's face darkened in a green revulsion as he rushed back into the bathroom, falling beside the toilet to throw-up his entire stomach if he could, Sacho's cruel laughter echoing around him.

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Xiaolang's Ying Fa: It's been a while I know. I'm awful. My muse is still glued to Draco's hot arse, so I'm sorry there's not much to this chapter. But I'm trying at least! And another reason this chappie is so short is just that, I think its better this way. So…ya know, some chapters are short, just deal with it.

Please review and give me some ideas! I don't care how outrageous they are! Please!

Also, can someone please tell me if I portrayed Sacho alright? Because I don't want her to become another Mary Sue-like creature, I'm hoping I made her seem real. Can anyone please give me an analysis on my character portrayals? Thanks!