Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas (Epilogue)

Author: Kun II Kya

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Twelve days, twelve chances to prove his love.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is copyright 1996 Kazuki Takahashi and Konami. No infringement or disrespect is intended by discussion on these pages of characters created by the copyright holder.

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Yuugi cocked an amused eyebrow at Katsuya's jubilant expression, accompanied by a slightly blissful sigh that didn't help to stifle his suspicion any. He languidly stretched from his own respective desk and sauntered over to Katsuya, arms taking a loose position across his chest. His foot tapped impatiently.

"Spill," he commanded, impatience ringing through his voice. Mokuba had a negative influence on him – he'd been steadily climbing up the hierarchy of the group and now reigned supreme as the unofficial leader.

Katsuya sighed wantonly, twirling a lock of his blonde hair around his finger. A shudder racked through Yuugi's thin frame – it, oddly enough, reminded him of Anzu. Now it was Katsuya's turn to look inquisitive, although he couldn't keep his wayward mind on that topic long enough to produce a question.

Yuugi sighed in exasperation. His amethyst eyes flickered over to the doorway as Katsuya's gaze brightened considerably, a delighted smile lighting up his face. Figures; Seto stood there, silhouetted impressively by the hallway lights.

Seto's cerulean eyes flittered from one side to the other, sharp gaze scanning the vicinity for any sign of his koibito. Surprisingly enough, his eyes filled with a warm emotion, locking gazes with Katsuya's.

Another sigh, yet this time, it was tinged with a smug amusement. Yuugi shook his head in mock dismay, trotting back over to his desk before the bell rang. He vaguely – out of the corner of his eye – saw Seto slip into his seat, which was directly in front of the love struck blonde.

-/-

An exclamation of surprise escaped from Katsuya's lips as he was roughly dragged into the boy's restroom. Almost immediately, he felt a lithe form against his own and a mouth descended on his. Katsuya moaned wantonly, adjusting so that he fitted perfectly against Seto's flawless frame.

The brunette pulled back, bangs shielding his eyes from view as he breathed heavily. Katsuya purred in comfort, spreading his palm over the broad expanse of Seto's torso. He gently massaged the flesh through the skintight turtleneck that adorned the brunette's chest, smiling coyly.

Seto rolled his eyes, a glimmer of amusement in them.

"Don't act demure with me, Katsuya." A low, rolling laugh bubbled forth from his throat. "That façade tends to wear off after you've taken someone in bed."

Katsuya grinned mockingly, wrapping his arms around Seto and burrowing his face into the other boy's chest. "What can I say? I need to prove to you that I loved you."

Seto's eyes softened, although Katsuya would feel it more than he could see the actual sight. The brunette placed a soft, heartfelt kiss on Katsuya's lips. Katsuya sighed – a blissful sound – as he pressed closer to the brunette, responding to the kiss with exuberance.

Seto's eyes widened comically as he soon found himself pressed against the cold tiled wall, a definite contrast to the heat that bolted through his body at Katsuya's mere touch.

Katsuya's hands soon found Seto's sides, caressing through the thin material of his shirt and massaging the hypersensitive skin. Seto merely responding by pulling the blonder closer.

"Shit!"

Katsuya's head shot up, flustered and breathing heavily, as he used the wall to lever himself from Seto and look around frantically.

There, situated awkwardly in the doorframe, was Yuugi. This was the first time he'd heard the cherub-like freshman curse, but didn't comment on it as Yuugi flushed a deep red. Seto rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure you've done this to Mokuba plenty of times. No need to go all bashful now, Motou."

Yuugi flushed uncharacteristically, startled by both the bluntness of Seto's casual remark and the fact that his koibito's older brother was acutely aware of their situation. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Kaiba-kun, Jou – there's some girl complaining to the authorities, saying that she heard animalistic sounds coming from the boy's restroom and was too afraid to check it out herself."

Katsuya flushed a deep red as Seto wrapped an arm around his waist, stoic façade springing back into effect in the presence of one that wasn't Mokuba or Katsuya. He chucked in amusement.

"Arigatou, Motou. We'll be out in a moment." He coaxed Katsuya towards the door, sending a barely noticeable smile in the blonde's general direction. "You go out first; I'll exit in a moment."

Katsuya shot Seto a dazzling smile and bestowed the taller brunette with a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving.

-/-

Seto's expression was one of utmost impatience as he leaned against the tree in the school yard, long since lulled into a light sleep by the soothing sounds of the twittering birds. This was his frequently visited sanctuary whenever it was lunch time – the other students preferred to stay in the cafeteria, exchanging pleasantries with their fellow classmates.

Seto hadn't particularly had anyone to talk with, save Yuugi-tachi, but he didn't feel like being in the same room with Honda. The cause of Katsuya and Honda's separation was unknown to most and was kept strictly inside the group.

The brunette's eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his jacket closer around himself, shivering in the frigid weather. He detested the inside of the cafeteria and hated it even more, now that Honda had taken to being his normal raucous self.

A poke in his side roused him from his stupor and he glared at the interruption, only to blink away his surprise as he came face to face with Katsuya. A crooked grin appeared on the blonde's face as he swiftly pulled Seto into a kiss.

A heated, saliva swapping kiss that sent Seto into heaves of heavy breaths when Katsuya finally pulled away.

The blonde grinned charmingly. "I hate school." He stated simply, waving a hand towards the awaiting limo at the entrance of the school. "Can we go home now?"

Seto blinked. "Home? It's the middle of the school day, Katsuya." He pressed a kiss to the other's lip, smiling in amusement. "What are you planning to do when you get there?"

Katsuya smiled seductively. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He pressed his fingers along Seto's inner thigh, massaging the tense muscles in an achingly slow rhythm.

Seto didn't need to be told twice.

fin.