Opportunity Knocks

Title: Opportunity Knocks (1/?)
Author: Mishiko Shinsei
Rating: NC - 17
Pairing(s): Seto/Jou, mention of Jou/Otogi
Beta: Rroselavy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Just own the words, not the folks.
Summary: Seto finally realizes what he wants. So does Jou. But will getting together be as easy as it seems?

Chapter 1

He couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t account for how he’d wound up with the Mutt in his bed. Nor the mind-blowing sex they’d had for nearly half the night.

Seto sat at the desk in his room smoking a cigarette in an attempt to focus his mind, trying to find an explanation for last night.

No...for the last three months.

He was unsure of exactly when he’d started staring at the Mutt’s golden eyes or his perpetually messy hair, or when he’d first noticed the way the blonde’s jeans fit perfectly on that rounded ass...but Seto had caught himself doing it three months ago.

Well, actually, Yami had caught him.

Other than being unseasonably warm for mid-March, that Thursday evening had been like almost every other. Seto had left work, planning to head straight home, but then Mokuba had talked him into following him to the court. Mokuba and the friendship squad were playing a pick-up game of basketball. Even the friendship girl had joined in. After running up and down the asphalt for a while, Jou had taken off his shirt, complaining of the heat.

Two years out of high school had done wonders for the blonde’s form and Seto had caught himself taking a calming breath at the sight of the other’s toned body. Jou had also opted for a pair of cut-offs instead of a regular pair of jeans. Consequently, Seto could ogle Jou’s strong thighs and muscular calves as well.

Unlike the rest of the friendship goons, Yami had chosen to stand on the sidelines and watch with the tall brunette. He and Seto had chatted about various, insignificant items until Yami had strayed far out on a limb.

“You should just fuck him and get it over with,” he’d smirked.

“Shut the hell up, Pharaoh. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Seto had snapped, tearing his eyes away from Jou’s glistening torso.

“I notice you didn’t ask who I was talking about, Seto.”

“I said shut up, Yami.”

“You know, he’s had the hots for you since high school, but he thought you were straight.”

“What?” Seto had questioned, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be denying any attraction in the first place.

“I tried to get him to see that you were about a straight as a circle...”

“Hey!”

“...but he didn’t believe me.”

“Whatever, Yami. Just shut the fuck up.”

“You’re wasting your opportunity, Seto. And if you’re not careful, you’ll miss your chance.”

Yami had walked away after those words, surely not knowing how prophetic they would turn out to be. The next day, Otogi had asked Jou out, and they had been a couple ever since.

Yet there the Mutt lay in Seto’s bed, sleeping soundly after being taken most of the night by the now-confused CEO.

How the hell had this happened?

Seto remembered being at Yugi’s party the previous evening, holed up in a corner of the yard talking to Yami, like usual. He hadn’t had that much to drink, and there’d been no illicit drugs to partake of...

Hn. Drugs at one of Yugi’s parties? The very thought almost made him laugh out loud.

He’d made a trip to the bathroom and encountered Jou on his way back outside. The tall blonde had looked preoccupied.

“Are you okay, Jou?” he’d asked.

“Are you?” Jou had scoffed in return.

“What are you talking about?” Instead of responding verbally, Jou had stepped into Seto’s personal space and kissed him.

“That,” Jou had whispered after pulling away several moments later.

Seto had eyed him incredulously for a moment before his suppressed desire took over. He’d grabbed Jou by his waist and then pulled him into a fierce kiss, eventually dominating the slightly shorter man, thrusting his tongue into the blonde’s mouth.

He remembered Jou pressed into the bathroom wall and how he’d fumbled at the zipper of the blonde’s tight jeans. After sucking the rather vocal Mutt off in record time, they’d somehow made it into his limo without any of the friendship troop knowing, and back to Seto’s house.

Once inside, they’d groped and kissed their way to Seto’s bedroom where Seto had proceeded to fuck the Mutt senseless.

Seto watched impassively as the blonde rolled over in the bed, obviously looking for him.

“Mmm, Seto?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Right here, Mutt,” Seto exhaled, flicking ash into the nearby ashtray.

The slim form stretched with a loud yawn, before reaching for him.

“Come back to bed, Baby. I’m cold,” Jou whined.

“’Baby’? You must have me confused with Otogi, Mutt.”

Jou slowly sat up, the covers pooling sensuously in his lap, enticing Seto once more. Not looking away from the tanned body before him, he took a long drag from his cigarette.

“Come back to bed, Seto,” Jou requested quietly, his eyes smoldering.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Seto replied, taking another long drag.

“Why not?”

“I think you should get dressed and go now, Mutt. Your boyfriend’s probably wondering where you are.”

Jou slid out of the bed and stalked to where Seto sat. Snatching the cigarette from Seto’s hand, he took a long drag before straddling Seto’s lap. Parting Seto’s lips with his own, Jou exhaled the smoke. They finished off the cigarette in that fashion, Jou inhaling first, then exhaling into Seto’s mouth and then passing the smoke back and forth for a few moments until one or the other released what’s left into the air.

By the end of the cigarette, Seto had begun to attack Jou’s lips and tongue mercilessly, and Jou had simply submitted, reveling in Seto’s domination. Without warning, Seto scooped him up and headed back to the bed, where he proceeded to pound his blonde bedmate into the mattress. Again.

Morning found Seto exhausted, but satisfied, his arms wrapped around Jou’s sleeping form.

“Shit,” Seto mumbled after a quick glance at the clock on his dresser revealed that he’d overslept by nearly two hours.

He had a 7:45 am board meeting. If he got up now, he could make it there by 8:15 am.

Or he could cancel it.

Slipping out of Jou’s arms long enough to reach the phone, he called his secretary and had her cancel the meeting. After all, he didn’t really want to listen to those fools lie to him today anyway. He also told her he’d be working from home for the morning, probably the entire day.

“Mmm, Seto...” Jou called into to the air, reaching blindly.

“Right here, love,” Seto whispered, sliding back into the warm embrace.

Honey-gold eyes snaped open. “What did you call me?” Jou started.

“Mutt! What else would I call you?” he smirked.

Jou’s searching gaze held his attention. “That’s not what you called me, Seto,” he murmured, lowering his eyes. “Why won’t you own up to what you said? I mean, we just spent most of the night fucking! You could at least be man enough not to lie to my face.”

“You don’t want to bring up lies, Mutt. It wouldn’t be in your best interest,” he scowled.

Jou pulled away and sat up. “And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean,” he hissed.

Seto sat up in front of the blond. “I’m sure you’ve already thought up a plausible lie to tell Otogi, Mutt. Or were you planning to tell him that you and I ‘just spent most of the night fucking’ as you so eloquently put it,” Seto taunted, causing the blonde to look away.

“I thought so. Like I said, you don’t want to bring up lies. Now, since I’ve obviously freed up my day for nothing, I’m going to get ready for work. And I think it’s time for you to go, Mutt. Feel free to use the shower after I’m done,” Seto sneered, climbing from the bed.

Jou watched as Seto stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

“Well, that was just great, Jou,” he scolded himself lightly. “You’ve only been pining after the guy for forever and as soon as you finally get him, you fuck it up. Shit! I’m such an idiot!”

After a few moments of indecision, he slid from the bed, heading slowly toward the bathroom, thinking maybe he could get Seto to wash him.

“He’ll probably just want another round,” Jou grimaced, taking a faltering step.

Though he’d hid it from Seto at the time, he was not used to the workout he’d received from the thoroughly dominant brunette. Not that it was his first time, but it had been at least a year since he’d been on the bottom; he’d always been seme with Ryuuji.

Kami, what was he gonna do about Ryuuji? He’d let Seto believe that he’d planned something in advance to tell his boyfriend. Truthfully, he’d completely forgotten about Ryuuji the moment he kissed Seto at Yugi’s house!

As he stepped into the bathroom, Jou was enveloped by a cloud of steam. Man! How hot did Kaiba have that shower? Pulling back the curtain, he stepped into the ample stall. Seto barely acknowledged him.

“Sorry,” Jou mumbled.

“What?”

“I said ‘sorry’,” he spoke louder, forcing his voice to carry over the rushing water. “You’re right,” he continued, looking Seto in the eye, “at least about me not bringing up lies. But you’re wrong that I already had something planned to tell Ryuuji. The truth is, I’ve been ‘playing it by ear’ ever since I saw you at Yugi’s party. That’s why I kissed you. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Seto stared at the blonde, who lowered his eyes self-consciously under the strict scrutiny. “So what do you plan to do now?” Seto eventually inserted into the awkward silence.

Jou shrugged. “I have no idea.”

After a few moments of silence, Seto slipped an arm around Jou’s waist, drawing him in for a light kiss.

“I think you need grooming, Mutt,” Seto purred into his ear. Despite his soreness, Jou felt himself getting aroused. With surprising gentleness, Seto pulled him under the steaming jets of three showerheads and washed him down, including his hair. Jou returned the favor, lingering a bit on Seto’s freshly rinsed back. He loved Seto’s back. The crisscross of scars told him that anything could be overcome. The marks were empowering. Reverently, he traced each line.

‘Seto’s so strong to have dealt with this pain and still come out relatively sane and with such love and compassion in his heart,’ he smiled to himself.

“What are you doing, Mutt?” Seto jerked away. Having Jou touch his scars like that was…uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Sorry, Seto,” the blonde replied somberly, turning to exit the stall. Seto watched him go, before turning off the water.

Drying off, he recalled Jou’s confession.

‘I’ve wanted to be with you for so long,’

The revelation had shocked him enough that his face had momentarily lost its indifferent mask.

“I wonder if Yami knew that,” he mused aloud.

Exiting to his bedroom a few minutes later, sans towel, Seto found Jou dressed and putting clean sheets on the bed.

‘Hn. He’s pretty resourceful to have found a linen closet,’ he smirked to himself.

After pulling a pair of dark blue silk boxers and a white undershirt from his dresser, he walked into his closet to find something resembling casual. He returned with a light blue, button-down shirt and a pair of khakis. Well aware of the Mutt’s—Jou’s—eyes on him as he dressed, he smiled lightly to himself.

“So, Mutt, what do you want to do today?” he questioned, slipping into his desk chair and pulling a cigarette from the nearly full pack lying on top.

“I thought you were going to work,” honey-gold eyes pouted at Seto as he took a slow drag.

“I changed my mind,” he exhaled.

“I should go talk to ‘Togi,” Jou sighed, “so I probably won’t be available for anything anyway.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you,” Seto asserted, putting out the cigarette and standing.

“That’s a really bad idea, Kaiba,” Jou chuckled humorlessly.

Seto stepped into Jou’s personal space. “What better way to get the point across that you’re with me now,” the brunette whispered into Jou’s ear.

Jou’s eyes widened in surprise and he stepped back to view Seto’s face and gauge his reaction.

“Kaib...Set...y-you really mean that?” he stuttered.

“You know I hate to repeat myself, Mutt,” Seto smirked, arrogantly striding from the bedroom.

Jou couldn’t help the huge grin that plastered his face as he followed.