Darker Rainy Days
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Adult ++
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3
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30
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Darker Rainy Days
Warning: Yaoi will become more explicit as the story progresses. Not quite much you can say other than possible bondage later, water play, and such little things. All characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. (Also, updates inspire to write, so please make atleast one review.
Note: Inu means dog in Japanese and Katsuya Jounouchi is Joey Wheeler.
Chapter One
If a cluttered desk represents a cluttered mind, Seto Kaiba's mind may as well have been Yami's soul-room with the mess upon his desk. The man sighed, unable to set the black mug with the Kaiba-Corp logo printed on it. He found it so terribly aggravating, wondering why his desk was suddenly like that. Perhaps he shouldn't duel so much for so long, that might be it. He nodded, having decided that was the problem. Take a break to duel and things become hell at work. Sighing he began to file things, raising an eyebrow at the junk he had. Oh well, the paper-shredder hadn't eaten in a while so he could feed it all of this. Smiling just faintly he set up the picture of Mokuba and he, the man pleased to find it. He needed to take time to spend with Mokuba, even if it meant having to deal with those ignorant friends of his. Including that wretched pharaoh. The man seized up and broke the pen in his hand at the very memory of the pharaoh.
"Dammit... I liked that pen too..." The man sighed at the loss of the clicky-pen, Seto tossing it into the trash.
He began to type, trying to focus on his work. The man connected formulas, destroyed the pop-ups, and assassinated all loopholes. It seemed a normal day to anyone who knew him as a C.E.O. But Kaiba was not a happy man. Giving up he decided to break his own rule and abandon work for the day. It was Saturday anyway, so he needed to be home for once. Maybe even take Mokuba to the park. Yes, take Mokuba to the park. That was a splendid idea. Hopefully the usual group of goggling blondes with their taped glasses and freckles wouldn’t mob him. Again he shuddered at the image, sticking his tongue out in distaste as he walked along the streets. He stared up at the sky, blinking up at the fluffy black clouds.
"Wait a minute.... black?" Again he blinked before growling, his luck proving to continue. Or, really, his lack of it. Drops of rain started to lightly fall before gradually hardening more and more, the man frowning deeply. As he trudged in the pouring rain he amused himself with a single thought. The thought for once was not of beating the fern-headed pharaoh into a bloody pulp, but whether or not there was any way he could sue the possibly existent divinities. He stopped at the street corner, pain striking him as he remembered his childhood days when it rained. Guzaboro was not the thought he wanted. A small sound left him then, the man no longer feeling rain striking his broad shoulders.
"What'cha doin' out here in the rain, Kaiba? It isn't like you to suddenly decide to commit suicide, hoping for some sickness to strike you dead." The usually irritating blonde grinned merrily at him, brown eyes sparkling. Seto looked at him, shaking his head faintly. He found it odd that the golden retriever had decided to share an umbrella with him.
"Inu... I have no intentions on dying in any manner. I won't die until I smash your precious pharaoh’s face into the dirt." He had replied snidely, but was caught off guard by the laugh.
"Oh, shut up Kaiba. You're soaked and I'm getting soaked waiting on you to be nice."
"Then you should know you'll be waiting for a while." The man was out of character for a minute and smiled faintly. He laughed then at Jounouchi's dumbstruck look.
"Come inside for a while Kaiba. It's supposed to actually storm instead of just raining. Besides, Mokuba is staying the night at Yugi's." The younger blonde smiled warmly, gazing hopefully. He was tired of always bickering.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this to you... but fine." He blinked when the dog laughed and lead him along the street. Faintly Seto recognized that he was being spoken to, but his mind was elsewhere. He bit his tongue to tuck away the memory of his own sobbing fit during childhood. Still he couldn't remember why that had happened.
"Yo... Seto... Kaiba!!" Jounouchi blinked at Seto when the other finally looked at him. "We're here. Come on in."
Seto entered the house, shaking out his hair for a moment. He found it annoying that the hair gel was now washed out, his hair about his face and out of the mullet. The sapphire eyes gazed about then, flickering over everything he could spot. Sure, it was a simple little home. But, strangely enough, it was neat and rather comfortable.
"It ain't a mansion, but it's home. So... what was it that was bothering you so bad, Kaiba? You look like the whipped dog for once." He grinned faintly at his own moment of revenge for all of the dog jokes.
"None of your damn business, Katsuya." He snapped back, automatically recoiling before wincing. "Look, it's just something I don't like to talk about."
"Guzaboro?" He question in return rather knowingly, gazing at Seto patiently. The other had frozen at the name, wheeling about and slamming the younger into the wall, Jounouchi giving a small cry of pain and shock.
"How do you know!" His eyes were filleth sth shock, hurt, and rage at the knowledge Katsuya apparently had.
"Mokuba told us, trying to help us understand you better, Kaiba." He frowned, gazing at him, a tiny blush upon his cheeks. Seto pulled back, frowning.
"Stupid dog. You shouldn't go poking your nose around, trying to find out things that mean nothing to you." He moved away, heading to the small fireplace.
"Who says that doesn’t mean anything?" Jounouchi muttered, moving over to him. "Why can't you just be nice for once Kaiba? All I want is to be a friend."
"Because you are beneath me, inu. You are just that, an inu, a DOG. I do not concern myself with such weak things." The man sneered down at the brown-eyed boy with his tattered white shirt and blue jeans. Jounouchi was apparently hurt by this, but didn't show it as badly as usual.
"Look, you're soaked. Just go take a shower and warm up." With that Jounouchi went into the kitchen, scowling.
Sighing Seto decided that perhaps it would be wise to do so, thus he went along the hall, the guest-slippers rather comfy for pink fluffy things. After a moment he found the bathroom, man shutting the door behind him. The large, lightly tanned hands worked at the silver buttons upon the white business-suit, the article being folded gently and set upon a little table. His white undershirt followed suit, a shiver running through him. Seto hadn't realized he was that cold until now, the annoying little bumps running over his form. He scowled at himself, nipples faintly hard. Aggravated he removed his pants and black boxers, afterwards he strode over to the shower, turning the water. A small yelp left him, said yelp covered by a curse, the water having burnt him. Slowly he stepped into that shower, sighing as the warmth rushed over him. The strong hands brushed through his hair and over himself, starting to wash and spread the warmth of the water. It was soothing compared to everything else. Compared to the screaming of cars, to the cluttered state of his desk, to the rain, and to Katsuya. No. No, not Katsuya Jounouchi. Even the dog, the little inu was a comfort. Perhaps more than he quite realized.
He shut his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. A small sound left him then, a set of lips upon his neck, a form pressed against his back.
"K-Katsuya!" Seto tried to get his resolve b "W "What in the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I'm beneath no one Kaiba. I'm not a dog, either. I'm gonna prove that to you, too. I'm gonna prove that YOU, Kaiba, are the bitch." With that the more slender, fairer hand firmly grasped Seto's member, pulling back to the hilt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note: Inu means dog in Japanese and Katsuya Jounouchi is Joey Wheeler.
If a cluttered desk represents a cluttered mind, Seto Kaiba's mind may as well have been Yami's soul-room with the mess upon his desk. The man sighed, unable to set the black mug with the Kaiba-Corp logo printed on it. He found it so terribly aggravating, wondering why his desk was suddenly like that. Perhaps he shouldn't duel so much for so long, that might be it. He nodded, having decided that was the problem. Take a break to duel and things become hell at work. Sighing he began to file things, raising an eyebrow at the junk he had. Oh well, the paper-shredder hadn't eaten in a while so he could feed it all of this. Smiling just faintly he set up the picture of Mokuba and he, the man pleased to find it. He needed to take time to spend with Mokuba, even if it meant having to deal with those ignorant friends of his. Including that wretched pharaoh. The man seized up and broke the pen in his hand at the very memory of the pharaoh.
"Dammit... I liked that pen too..." The man sighed at the loss of the clicky-pen, Seto tossing it into the trash.
He began to type, trying to focus on his work. The man connected formulas, destroyed the pop-ups, and assassinated all loopholes. It seemed a normal day to anyone who knew him as a C.E.O. But Kaiba was not a happy man. Giving up he decided to break his own rule and abandon work for the day. It was Saturday anyway, so he needed to be home for once. Maybe even take Mokuba to the park. Yes, take Mokuba to the park. That was a splendid idea. Hopefully the usual group of goggling blondes with their taped glasses and freckles wouldn’t mob him. Again he shuddered at the image, sticking his tongue out in distaste as he walked along the streets. He stared up at the sky, blinking up at the fluffy black clouds.
"Wait a minute.... black?" Again he blinked before growling, his luck proving to continue. Or, really, his lack of it. Drops of rain started to lightly fall before gradually hardening more and more, the man frowning deeply. As he trudged in the pouring rain he amused himself with a single thought. The thought for once was not of beating the fern-headed pharaoh into a bloody pulp, but whether or not there was any way he could sue the possibly existent divinities. He stopped at the street corner, pain striking him as he remembered his childhood days when it rained. Guzaboro was not the thought he wanted. A small sound left him then, the man no longer feeling rain striking his broad shoulders.
"What'cha doin' out here in the rain, Kaiba? It isn't like you to suddenly decide to commit suicide, hoping for some sickness to strike you dead." The usually irritating blonde grinned merrily at him, brown eyes sparkling. Seto looked at him, shaking his head faintly. He found it odd that the golden retriever had decided to share an umbrella with him.
"Inu... I have no intentions on dying in any manner. I won't die until I smash your precious pharaoh’s face into the dirt." He had replied snidely, but was caught off guard by the laugh.
"Oh, shut up Kaiba. You're soaked and I'm getting soaked waiting on you to be nice."
"Then you should know you'll be waiting for a while." The man was out of character for a minute and smiled faintly. He laughed then at Jounouchi's dumbstruck look.
"Come inside for a while Kaiba. It's supposed to actually storm instead of just raining. Besides, Mokuba is staying the night at Yugi's." The younger blonde smiled warmly, gazing hopefully. He was tired of always bickering.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this to you... but fine." He blinked when the dog laughed and lead him along the street. Faintly Seto recognized that he was being spoken to, but his mind was elsewhere. He bit his tongue to tuck away the memory of his own sobbing fit during childhood. Still he couldn't remember why that had happened.
"Yo... Seto... Kaiba!!" Jounouchi blinked at Seto when the other finally looked at him. "We're here. Come on in."
Seto entered the house, shaking out his hair for a moment. He found it annoying that the hair gel was now washed out, his hair about his face and out of the mullet. The sapphire eyes gazed about then, flickering over everything he could spot. Sure, it was a simple little home. But, strangely enough, it was neat and rather comfortable.
"It ain't a mansion, but it's home. So... what was it that was bothering you so bad, Kaiba? You look like the whipped dog for once." He grinned faintly at his own moment of revenge for all of the dog jokes.
"None of your damn business, Katsuya." He snapped back, automatically recoiling before wincing. "Look, it's just something I don't like to talk about."
"Guzaboro?" He question in return rather knowingly, gazing at Seto patiently. The other had frozen at the name, wheeling about and slamming the younger into the wall, Jounouchi giving a small cry of pain and shock.
"How do you know!" His eyes were filleth sth shock, hurt, and rage at the knowledge Katsuya apparently had.
"Mokuba told us, trying to help us understand you better, Kaiba." He frowned, gazing at him, a tiny blush upon his cheeks. Seto pulled back, frowning.
"Stupid dog. You shouldn't go poking your nose around, trying to find out things that mean nothing to you." He moved away, heading to the small fireplace.
"Who says that doesn’t mean anything?" Jounouchi muttered, moving over to him. "Why can't you just be nice for once Kaiba? All I want is to be a friend."
"Because you are beneath me, inu. You are just that, an inu, a DOG. I do not concern myself with such weak things." The man sneered down at the brown-eyed boy with his tattered white shirt and blue jeans. Jounouchi was apparently hurt by this, but didn't show it as badly as usual.
"Look, you're soaked. Just go take a shower and warm up." With that Jounouchi went into the kitchen, scowling.
Sighing Seto decided that perhaps it would be wise to do so, thus he went along the hall, the guest-slippers rather comfy for pink fluffy things. After a moment he found the bathroom, man shutting the door behind him. The large, lightly tanned hands worked at the silver buttons upon the white business-suit, the article being folded gently and set upon a little table. His white undershirt followed suit, a shiver running through him. Seto hadn't realized he was that cold until now, the annoying little bumps running over his form. He scowled at himself, nipples faintly hard. Aggravated he removed his pants and black boxers, afterwards he strode over to the shower, turning the water. A small yelp left him, said yelp covered by a curse, the water having burnt him. Slowly he stepped into that shower, sighing as the warmth rushed over him. The strong hands brushed through his hair and over himself, starting to wash and spread the warmth of the water. It was soothing compared to everything else. Compared to the screaming of cars, to the cluttered state of his desk, to the rain, and to Katsuya. No. No, not Katsuya Jounouchi. Even the dog, the little inu was a comfort. Perhaps more than he quite realized.
He shut his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. A small sound left him then, a set of lips upon his neck, a form pressed against his back.
"K-Katsuya!" Seto tried to get his resolve b "W "What in the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I'm beneath no one Kaiba. I'm not a dog, either. I'm gonna prove that to you, too. I'm gonna prove that YOU, Kaiba, are the bitch." With that the more slender, fairer hand firmly grasped Seto's member, pulling back to the hilt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued~~~~~~~~~~~~~