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Ryo was quiet for a moment, though he didn’t falter on the work currently in his hands. He was contemplating what to say. Of course, nothing specific had him down. He didn’t think, anyway. 

It was hard to remember being sad, though, when Kaiba’s fingers trailed through his hair.

“I guess, right now, just being home makes me sad,” his voice was soft and he sounded about as he usually did, but it was easy to see that he wasn’t completely okay. How do you tell someone that sometimes being alone in that damn apartment made him feel watched. Made him feel paranoid. 

You don’t. 

Ryo couldn’t burden Kaiba like that, “But working in your office helps me get over it. Your company makes me feel less alone,” he forced a small smile, finally looking away from the half done figurine in his hands.

He really did work slower when he was sad. Ryo had never noticed that about himself.

Kaiba finally stopped petting Ryo’s hair, but didn’t stop touching him. He let his hand rest on Ryo’s shoulder and tucked him closer to his body without upsetting his work. Ryo was a nice fit there, snug and warm.

“Then let’s go on a trip,” he said, perhaps misunderstanding the first part. “I have the means. Get away.” Make you happy.

Kaiba nuzzled Ryo’s temple, as if he was having a hard time being any further away. “Where in the world do you see yourself relaxing?”

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Kaiba didn't remove his hand right away. He lingered, letting his fingers slip through white locks and back to his scalp. "When you're blue your work slows," he noted. "Either there's something out there that upset you that I need to destroy or you are deep into a new character concept that broods on melancholy."

It was Kaiba's brand of comfort and a kind 'is something on you mind?' without being pushy.

Ryo gave a shrug, most of his sleep time band tees were replaceable, so it didn’t matter, “Yeah, I listen to music from all over. It’s mainly because I used to travel so often, I still look up stuff from the places I’ve lived.” he smiled softly, helping Kaiba under the covers before laying down beside the brunet.

“And I don’t mind not getting my shirts back, I’ll just wear them when I go over to your place.”

Somewhere in there, Kaiba had begun to doze, half wrapped in the sheets with one leg hanging off the side of the bed. For all the self control he pretended to have, he certainly couldn’t hold his liquor.

However, as it turned out he was a flirty drunk, he likely reached for Ryo in his sleep. Maybe even wake up holding... or perhaps he would be holding a body pillow instead.

Either way, his brow crinkled and his frowned morning taste in his mouth. Had he chugged cheap mouthwash? Unlike most days, where he had a renewed list of ideas and popping out his demands to his AI before he even had one leg in his pants, this was not a day to be hopping out of bed. Or jumping. Or, gods, moving! Moving hurt... he should have drank more water.

Whatever soft thing he had trapped under him he moaned deeply into it in frustration.

It was just as Ryo thought, he didn’t have any pants that would fit him. Well, he was sure Kaiba would rather be in his underwear than wake up looking ridiculous in something two sizes too small.

He spent the fifteen minutes Kaiba was showering prepping, once he found nothing to fit the CEO. Washing out the puke pan, bring that and the so far untouched glass of water to Ryo’s bedroom, and then changing into his own ‘pajamas’. When Kaiba had walked in Ryo was slipping on a too big for him band t shirt and moving to get his hair out and free once the shirt had been slipped on.

He smiled at Kaiba, “Of course, Kaiba-kun.” He sat on the other side of his bed and thanked the Heavens he had a Queen bed. At least they wouldn’t be supremely cramped for space. Ryo leaned over and gave Kaiba a kiss on the cheek, “Your water is on the nightstand and the pan in on the floor beside the bed. Okay?”

Kaiba smiled at the kiss, as if a light popped on for a moment to remind him just how damn lucky he was. It also made his heart flutter which was… pleasantly new.

“Going to tuck me in, too?” he asked, his gaze still hazy, but not a happy haze to be in. He reached for the blankets to pull back, but went further and tugged at Ryo’s t-shirt. “Who’s this? They any good?”

Ryo laughed softly. He was genuinely considering tucking Kaiba in now, if he was being honest, but then he squeaked when his shirt was tugged.

“Who- Oh! The band. They’re an American band, A Perfect Circle. I really like them. I can play some of their music for you if you’d like- I don’t know if you’d like them, though.” He glanced down to his shirt and then Kaiba, “Also, if you’d rather wear a t shirt and not your button up, you can borrow one of mine. I couldn’t find pants to fit you, though.”

Kaiba seemed to pause and consider his actions before he tugged off his own shirt. "If I borrow yours then you won't get it back." He tried to slip under the bed covers. "I didn't know you liked American bands."

It was just as Ryo thought, he didn’t have any pants that would fit him. Well, he was sure Kaiba would rather be in his underwear than wake up looking ridiculous in something two sizes too small.

He spent the fifteen minutes Kaiba was showering prepping, once he found nothing to fit the CEO. Washing out the puke pan, bring that and the so far untouched glass of water to Ryo’s bedroom, and then changing into his own ‘pajamas’. When Kaiba had walked in Ryo was slipping on a too big for him band t shirt and moving to get his hair out and free once the shirt had been slipped on.

He smiled at Kaiba, “Of course, Kaiba-kun.” He sat on the other side of his bed and thanked the Heavens he had a Queen bed. At least they wouldn’t be supremely cramped for space. Ryo leaned over and gave Kaiba a kiss on the cheek, “Your water is on the nightstand and the pan in on the floor beside the bed. Okay?”

Kaiba smiled at the kiss, as if a light popped on for a moment to remind him just how damn lucky he was. It also made his heart flutter which was... pleasantly new.

“Going to tuck me in, too?” he asked, his gaze still hazy, but not a happy haze to be in. He reached for the blankets to pull back, but went further and tugged at Ryo’s t-shirt. “Who’s this? They any good?”

Ryo didn’t pay the ‘Shiiiiit’ too much mind. He had no idea what Kaiba was saying it for and he doubted Kaiba really knew, either. The real thing to focus on was Kaiba needing pants. That.. Would be difficult. Kaiba was taller than Ryo and had pretty long legs– Nothing Ryo had would fit Kaiba very well. Maybe he could try to get into contact with Isono..? Unlikely.

Well, Ryo would make due.

He was about to ramble about what he may have in his closet, but then;

‘ Yes, you are cute. Glad you see it, too. You’re difficult not to look at. ‘

He was pink all over again. Ryo… Opted to ignore that. He didn’t feel cute. He never really felt very cute.”I’ll go find something. If I don’t have anything that’ll fit you, underwear is fine.”

Ryo would be wearing an overly large t shirt and underwear to bed, anyway. To him, they were like shorts, so he never really cared.

Kaiba stumbled out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. What took him so long was anyone’s guess. He had his pants in his hands and his button down shirt only gave a hint at the boxer briefs underneath. It was clear he’d passed the happy buzz and fallen into the gooey after effects of drinking too much.

Using the wall for support, he found Ryo’s room and stood in the doorway with eyes that couldn’t focus on any one particular thing. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he mumbled out, as if the effort was too much and his eyelids lowered like he wasn’t to sleep where he stood. He waddled to the bed and sat down heavier than he probably meant.

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Being nineteen and his first true in-person intimate relationship being Kaiba, Ryo was still relative new to actually being, well, intimate.

Or having his ass grabbed and enjoying it.

Though, what he liked the most was the kiss to the top of his head. Then..

’ sleep with me tonight. ’

Ryo smiled and clung just a bit tighter to him, “Mm, okay~ Are you ready to sleep then?” Thinking about it, Kaiba was pretty cute when he was like this. Not.. Drunk, but just clingy.

Ryo glanced to the mirror and then up to Kaiba, “Let’s get you to the bedroom, yeah?”

Seto Disaster Gay Kaiba’s brain malfunctioned. Not that it already wasn’t, but Ryo actually agreed to sleep with him. Like, sleep sleep, obviously Kaiba couldn’t do--

“Shiiiiit,” he sighed as his brain popped a fuse. Maybe it was the intense desire, or the fact that he wanted to be careful about Ryo’s first romantic encounters, or maybe he really needed sleep in order to function properly. Either way, Kaiba liked this idea very, very much. Gods, he’d regret all of this smoochy stuff in the morning.

“I’m going to clean up,” he said, his slur still prevelant but at least he had enough to know what steps needed to go where. “Go get me some pants or something, unless you want to sleeping against you in my underwear.” Which, wouldn’t be such a bad idea, but he wasn’t exactly feeling sexy at the moment to strut.

He followed Ryo’s gaze to the mirror then finally released him. “Yes, you are cute. Glad you see it, too. You’re difficult not to look at.”

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Kaiba smiled softly. He knew Ryo would remind him, he trusted him, and not out of any convenience or contract; because he was Ryo. He was that calming, quirky, and puzzle piece of his life that he didn’t think fit anywhere, but in fact connected everything together.

He knew he’d forget, because he already forgot. He just knew he needed a shower, and mouthwash, and about 15 hours of sleep before the small throbbing in his head ended up bursting out of his skull like a beast of a hangover.

Kaiba moved into the touch. It was comforting, oddly so, for the man that never wanted to be close to things which he could destroy. But…

A soft sigh left Kaiba as he moved his arms around Ryo, searching for the information he just gave the other and had utterly forgotten. All that mattered now was the sweet boy taking care of his drunk ass.

And that sweet ass his hands went to, gripping each globe and giving a squeeze. “Oh yes, much nicer than the waiter ever could have been.”

Life worked in such mysterious ways; Allowing love to come to Ryo from one of the most unlikely of sources. Not unlikely because Kaiba was “cold” or anything like that. No, no.

Unlikely because someone as wonderful as Kaiba had bothered to notice Ryo long enough to form a connection with him.

And Ryo couldn’t even begin to describe how happy Kaiba made him.

Currently, the shorter male was nuzzling his face into Kaiba’s chest, letting out a content hum when the hug was returned. Buuut then squeaking when his rear was grabbed, his face turning a soft shade of pink.

’ much nicer than the waiter ever could have been. ’

Ryo couldn’t help but to smile, letting out a small chuckle, “Oh, thank goodness, for a moment I thought I’d have to get a job as a waiter and one up this nameless waiter,” he spoke sarcastically, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Roleplaying is not out of the question,” he teased back, giving another hearty squeeze because, okay, he liked Ryo a lot, but he was a healthy teenager with a healthy need for teenaged things. “Sleep with me tonight,” he urged and nudged a chaste kiss to the top of Ryo’s head.

He stopped the physical teasing, but left his hands on his rounded ass and enjoyed the extended hug. Ryo was so warm, and Kaiba was beginning to creep into that drunken stupor of sleep. And he smelled so good... how wonderful would that be to wake up to?

Seto Disaster Gay Kaiba held on all the tighter and wouldn’t let go until Ryo made him.

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Kaiba smiled softly. He knew Ryo would remind him, he trusted him, and not out of any convenience or contract; because he was Ryo. He was that calming, quirky, and puzzle piece of his life that he didn’t think fit anywhere, but in fact connected everything together.

He knew he’d forget, because he already forgot. He just knew he needed a shower, and mouthwash, and about 15 hours of sleep before the small throbbing in his head ended up bursting out of his skull like a beast of a hangover.

Kaiba moved into the touch. It was comforting, oddly so, for the man that never wanted to be close to things which he could destroy. But...

A soft sigh left Kaiba as he moved his arms around Ryo, searching for the information he just gave the other and had utterly forgotten. All that mattered now was the sweet boy taking care of his drunk ass.

And that sweet ass his hands went to, gripping each globe and giving a squeeze. “Oh yes, much nicer than the waiter ever could have been.”

Ryo blinked, but nodded. Of course he would rather Kaiba stay here. It was safer and easier to let him crash here than to help Isono cart him home. Because, of course, Ryo would want to help.

“I’ll show you.” He decided he’d wait to get the rag and mouth wash until after getting Kaiba familiarized with the apartment. He went back to Kaiba and gently helped him to stand, “Okay, so, when you leave the living room and kitchen area, there’s only one hall. There are three doors. The one door on the left is the bathroom. The first door on the right is my bedroom.”

It was a small apartment. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, and the doorway for shoes and coats and house shoes and whatnot. Easy enough to navigate.

Of course, Ryo used the second bedroom as his game room and study. A sort of arts room, really. For now, that door was locked.

Kaiba had all intention of asking about the mystery door. He'd likely forgot to ask and pick the lock.

He wrapped an arm around Ryo for balance and let himself be led. Damn, what a horrible night. He paused at the hallway before the bathroom to clean himself up and turned to the fair haired beauty. He looked him steadily in the eyes and leaned his hands heavily on Ryo's shoulders.

"Don't make me forget," he warned, eagerly aware of his poor state of mind. "That I'm breaking a bond with Mokuba; I told him he'd always be the only man in my life. I think... I think I lied. I want another because I'm greedy Seto friggen Kaiba and I get what I want."

He paused, awkwardly, as if he was missing something in that statement. "I'd kiss you to make my point but I don't think that would be wise right now."

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"I'm staying here tonight," he said, not asked. He turned a blurry gaze around the room. "Where's your bathroom?" He repeated. "And your bed?"

Ryo started to relax a bit. Between the silence that now fell between them and Kaiba’s slight touches to his face and hair, something Ryo found acceptable but likely wouldn’t let Kaiba do much more, he was definitely relaxing, any worried he’d had earlier were gone. Or silenced. He didn’t really know the correct -or accurate- terminology to use sometimes. Because he’d think everything was okay, then suddenly he was freaking out about the same things over and over again.

The stroking of his hair was what really relaxed him, his one opened eye fluttered closed and he simply smiled. Ryo hoped he was a comfort to Kaiba in his–

All of his thoughts halted.

Did Kaiba just call him by his given name? 

Wait wait, did Kaiba just call him by his given name– Twice?!

Ryo was a flustered mess already, his face beat red and Kaiba getting so close, and then he said something that made Ryo go pale;

‘ I need to throw up. Where is your bathroom? ‘

Nope. Ryo immediately stood, careful not to bump Kaiba on his way up as he dashed to the kitchen. He was not strong enough to drag Kaiba to the bathroom and Kaiba going on his own? The CEO would likely vomit in the hallway. Ryo was sure Kaiba would likely make up for any damages tomorrow, but honestly, why risk it in the first place?

He was only gone a second, having grabbed a large pot for the brunet to puke in.

“Here, use this,” he spoke frantically.

He’d never actually had to take care of someone while they were drunk before. He was just going to treat it like them being sick or something. Plenty of juice and water? A pot to puke in to minimize movement. What other things would Kaiba need? Maybe food eventually?

Kaiba would worry about his guilt later, probably swallow it up in work and avoidance of the cute white haired boy for the next few weeks and- oh, god, he couldn’t even think of a contingency plan right now.

His guts were crawling around and Ryo had run away! Where did he go!? Was he that adverse to... unng, where did he go? Kaiba sat upright then doubled over on the couch. A hand slapped over his mouth. Oh this was humiliating and-

BLECK!

At least he made it into the pot and instantly he felt relief in his stomach.... after a few more rounds to empty it out. “Oh gross,” he said to his bile. “I don’t remember eating carrots. Why is it always carrots?”

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

When Ryo saw the state Kaiba was in, he opted to set the water down on the coffee table, eyeing the CEO. He seemed to be, well, finally realizing or being honest with himself about just how drunk he was. Something Ryo had been able to tell all night.

‘ I went a bit far. ‘

Ryo had been about to sit back down, but then Kaiba started speaking and the shorter of the two found himself still standing, listening. At first the ‘All I could think about was you tonight..’ had Ryo smiling. But then Kaiba started talking about this waiter, and just- Of course he didn’t outwardly show it, but there was a small pang in his chest. Hurt? Jealousy, perhaps?

Ryo and Kaiba had never actually.. Really.. Given a title to what they were. Ryo didn’t… Own Kaiba or control him. The idea of the CEO looking at other men shouldn’t upset him in any way. That wasn’t fair to Kaiba. But here he was, those feelings bubbled in his stomach. Until Kaiba finished what he was saying. So, Kaiba could currently be shacked up with some waiter, but instead chose to call Ryo and then immediately come over?

The jealousy faded and, instead, turned to a weird warm feeling in his chest.

Finally, he sat down on the floor, his back leaning against the couch and head tilted back a bit, eyes closed, “It isn’t strange.. I think. Any time guys try hitting on me, I always think, ‘Why would I want them, they aren’t Kaiba-kun,’ because, at the end of the day, I’d rather be sitting here, listening to you drunkenly ramble at me, than I would rather be with some block head who just cares about how.. I don’t even know, how fragile I look? I won’t lie, you staring at someone else made me a little jealous at first, but.. You came here instead. And that makes me happy.” 

he refrained from saying how he liked/loved Kaiba, for Kaiba’s sake. That’s not something you confess to someone when they’re drunk. He’d certainly have that talk with him tomorrow, though.

“I’d rather be here with you, than anywhere else with anyone else. So I don’t find it strange that you might feel similarly.”

Part of Ryo doubted Kaiba felt the same, but at least saying similar didn’t hold the same connotation. He refused to assume how people felt about him just because of how they may treat him. But he did trust Kaiba. 

Kaiba shifted to lay on his side, looking blurrily at the smaller boy. Why was he so far away? Shouldn’t be snuggled into Kaiba’s arms? That would be SO MUCH BETTER.

However, instead of smothering Bakura as his drunken ass totally wanted to, he slid a few fingers across his jawline, then tilted a few white locks away so he could see his face.

Damn, he wanted to kiss Ryo. He was right there, so elegant, with his neck exposed to where Kaiba wanted to make that pale skin red with his bite marks. If only so everyone could see his mark in place. Where it belonged.

Instead, he stroked Ryo’s hair, a soothing thing, something he’d often do to his brother when they were young.

“Ryo,” he said finally, moving slowly closer to that upturned mouth and that pretty face. Gods, he smelled good. “Ryo,” he said his first name again, a little more insistent, a little more intimate. Rather than going in for a kiss like he wanted, he nuzzled up against his ear and whispered darkly.

“I need to throw up. Where is your bathroom?”