in theory, this was not where he saw himself, and probably not where he should have been. mercury had been escaping a bad situation when he'd found the ever-popular but ever-stoic ceo of kaibacorp. at first, mercury couldn't tell what everyone was so enthusiastic over, as the guy just seemed like another asshole in a sea of douchebags. suffice it to say, he hadn't had a really positive opinion on the world, had been away from his abusive father for about two months when he'd found kaiba. the biggest thing was that people feared kaiba, and he frankly couldn't see why. he didn't look like much when you saw him, though he was surely taller than mercury, had a usually blank expression, but mercury didn't really think much of him at first. it wasn't until he started to get to know seto that he felt like he was figuring him out. mercury's damaged childhood was something of a kinship, mostly because seto hadn't really been raised properly, had a lot of the same trouble interacting with people that he did. his whole game was deception and he'd be lying if he said that he didn't initially want to take advantage of seto. he used his charm and good looks, the fact that he was certainly not afraid to use sex as a weapon. admittedly, he'd pretty much done that to start with, giving sex in exchange for a place to stay for a bit—he was also good protection, seeing the kind of business his father was into. their relationship had been volatile at best. mercury wasn't used to really doing any of this, and he had assumed that seto hadn't either. they'd been a disastrous duo; frankly, they still were. maybe not always as volatile, but the main thing was that mercury did not take set's bullshit. all his bluster and bravado, his ego and the fact he had a need to control. mercury allowed
seto this control. not at first, he'd fought for it, but even he knew when it was easier to give in than to fight, besides, learning that seto had a thing
for control and that mercury could manipulate him to his heart's content with that kink? icing on the cake, really.
now, it felt just normal, being in seto's home. things turned strangely domestic and after taking care of himself for most of his life, seeing as how his father wasn't around a lot. so their strange, undefined relationship went from that to something more; lovers, boyfriends, whatever you wanted to call it, that's what they were. mercury found that they didn't really talk too much about their feelings, just accepted they were there, and their relationship was somewhat playful underneath it all. as against the idea as he'd been initially, it didn't take too long for mercury to fall into the normalcy of the routine. they both worked, they both had their moods, and as long as he was on mokuba's good side, he didn't think seto would kick him out any time soon. it hadn't taken him long to figure out that mokuba was top tier important to seto and mercury could never hope to measure up, so if little brother was happy, so was big brother. not really used to being a part of something, it'd taken him longer to get used to now being part of the family, so to speak. he figured he'd fuck it up one day. his inability to really say what he was feeling would ruin this, or he'd get too obnoxious and sarcastic, too comfortable with this life, or maybe seto would find someone better. whatever happened though, he wasn't looking towards the future, he was too busy living in the 'now'.
with mokuba being gone for the night, they didn't have to be careful about what they did and where they did it. not that mercury was ever super mindful of how loud he was, or where he chose to grope seto, but even still, it'd be nice not to scar the kid. surveying the kitchen, he made sure everything was back in its place, and in a strangely romantic gesture, he'd set the table and made dinner. it would be a night to themselves and while mercury had trouble saying things out loud, he could at least try and show them. he heard the door, paused in the way he moved around to greet the other, finding it kind of strange he didn't get a response. shrugging, mercury slightly adjusted something on the table before turning to spy seto in the archway. a sly smile quirked his lips, mercury hadn't even got his mouth open yet—and something charming but sarcastic was on his tongue—when he found himself completely surrounded by seto. their connection was hard, a mouth on his that was more teeth at first than anything else, and he found himself almost bending backwards under the ferocity of it. glasses breaking, the wine he'd poured hitting his boots, and mercury was making an indignant, annoyed noise. he worked hard on this shit! but it wasn't hard to tell that there was something wrong, that seto wasn't entirely himself, so he could grant the other this small liberty. nevermind that he was still a bit shell-shocked by the suddenness of it all. before he knew it, he was being forced down against the table. catching himself before he went down too far and smacked against the table, mercury braced himself.
still with everything a whirl of color and sound, mercury just barely got to spread his legs further and move into a more comfortable angle before seto moved along at the speed of light. a finger, already insistent, worked its way into him and he grunted his discomfort but otherwise said nothing yet. draped over him, seto's arm was around his waist and warm breath washed over his skin until the moment teeth sank into the skin of his neck. shuddering a little underneath him, mercury clucked his tongue, moving to drop himself to his elbows, which changed the angle and presented himself better for seto. two fingers now, too early, too soon, created a small shock of pain up his spine, but mercury was used to pain. no stranger to abuse, this was nothing in comparison, and would ease up as soon as seto slid him. the air punched out of him as seto twisted his fingers, pressed them hard and as deep as he could, and mercury encouraged him with a low, drawn out moan. so, if seto was in a mood, mercury was going to exacerbate it. he knew that seto liked it, that it helped in some way, for if mercury accepted this part of him, then he wouldn't feel so guilty for something anyone else would consider questionable. "i worked hard to make dinner, you know,"
he admonished offhandedly. and then his voice dropped, the smirk so evident in his tone which dripped with honey and with challenge. "gonna fuck me 'til i cry, seto?"
insert me coming back with a template later, after i've slept >> BUT HEY SO, SUP? HERE??? i thought merc might be nice to play with him with~