Born of Shadows

Explanations


Kitty smiled at the memory, his face carefully nuzzled against the wonderfully scratchy denim of Masters jeans. He knew now that Master had thought long and hard before bringing him to the house, and that thought made him extremely happy.

They had left the office that day, and gone to a local diner. Sitting together across a back booth, talking for hours about business, family and friends. Everything but what they really wanted to talk about.
Kaiba went to break the taboo by placing both of his hands firmly on the table leaning forward to come face to face with his friend across the table.
“Why?” he said. Jou stared back, waiting for the rest of the question. “Why did you take me there, and why not sooner?” Kaiba finished the last quietly.
“I had to be sure. It wasn’t easy to do, you know?” Jou admitted. “You are a very intimidating person, Kaiba Seto. And before I drag you out of your warm and cozy king size bed, in the middle of the night, I needed to know that you weren’t gonna kill me the next day.”
“Bull shit!” Kaiba snorted. “Is that the reason for the restraints?”
“Ah, well now, you did come equipped with some very sharp claws, now didn’t you? I was not about to have you rip me in two” Again Kaiba snorted.
“Yeah, well it was part of it. If you come back, there would be no reason for them, next time. Seto you have to want to be there, or I can’t have you. I am not sharing my deepest fantasy with you, so that you can beat me down with it. I left myself vulnerable there; and now, what I’d like to know is what you plan to do with the information.” Jou watched as Kaiba’s head drooped slightly, and his eyes, those brilliant blue orbs were hidden behind a veil of brown. Jou reached his hand up to touch the soft brown strands, and as his fingers made contact he jerked them away. A second was all it took for his hand to be trapped by another and held tightly. The veil of brown rose slowly and he was met by a dazzling cobalt stare. Kaiba pulled his hand back and held it to his head, firmly.
“I want to go back.” He said. “And Master, I want to play.”

Several trips followed and each time Master brought his Kitty along.
For each three days they stayed in the Shadow house, Jou would skip three days between to get work done and to absorb the actions that had taken place.
Kaiba was satisfied with this schedule, and had only one complaint that he had kept to himself so far.
Each visit brought them closer and play proceeded by degree with each consecutive visit.
Kitty was happy with the arrangement, but felt he needed more. He was sprawled on the long couch on the third day of the most recent visit, when Master came into the room.
Master smelled clean, having come from his bath, and Kitty smiled to himself as he pretended sleep. Master dropped to the couch, reaching out to pet his head and neck.
Kitty could pretend no longer, as tendrils of delight rushed through him. He remembered the answer Master had given to his final question on that first day.
Jou stood at the door to the diner, as they prepared to go their separate way. Kaiba stared at the street and pondered a last thought. He turned to see Jou watching him, and smiling lightly. Kaiba crossed his arms and glared, half-heartedly.
“You have another question, right?” Jou asked as Kaiba debated it with himself.
“Well, yes. Why a cat of all things? And if it must be a cat, why not little more interesting one, like a Persian or a Siamese? Why a Calico?”
“Oh, Seto. I am surprised at you. Why a cat? Think about it. Cats are independent and regal, true masters of their world. And yet, if you can find just the right spot, even the fiercest alley cat is just a big kitten. And as for a Calico, how many male Calico’s have you ever seen. Only the rarest of the rare for you, Kaiba Seto. One of a kind.”
Master knew what he was talking about, cause here he was, allowing the simple stroke of a hand to undermine his plans. No, enough of that. It was time for Kitty to take initiative.
Master stroked his pet, as Kitty rolled onto his back for his ministrations. He wasn’t paying much attention, as his mind was on the morning when he would return them to the real world once more. It was harder and harder to leave now. He was happy here, and there he was just going through the motions. It had become more than just a hobby; he now sought out the Shadows for escape of a different nature.
Kitty rolled again, and Master was too preoccupied to notice that his pet was now half on his lap, and that his terry cloth robe had come untied. Kitty took the opportunity to rub against the closest thigh and dig claws firmly into the flesh there. Master yelped as he felt the dig of the sharp talons in his skin.
“Bad Kitty. That hurt. Be careful or no play today.” He threatened, half-heartedly.
Kitty looked up with sparkling blue eyes and pulled forward until his head rested higher on Master’s lap. Kitty rubbed again, this time bringing a gasp from his Master, and the hand in his fur gripped tightly. Kitty withstood the pain, as he pushed forward and rubbed once more. “Oh, Kitty, something tells me we are playing a new game.” Master said as Kitty purred softly. The relative position of Kitty’s purring head and Master’s now attentive cock was such that the vibrations went through him like a jackhammer. Master moaned loudly.
Fingers still laced firmly in the soft brown strands of fur on Kitty’s head, Master was no longer pulling but also not pushing. Kitty was relieved by the lack of pain, and nuzzled in closer.
Master was not so lost to Kitty’s ministrations that he was unable to think clearly. Strong hands moved from the long fur to the uncovered portions of Kitty’s anatomy, and stroked at the flesh there. Kitty sped up, unwilling to loose his edge in this play. The robe was pushed aside, and Kitty found the hidden toy he was searching for. A few bats with his paws and he was the captor of the prize, and as all prizes go, this one went into Kitty’s mouth. At the same time, Master had managed to loosen the ties that held into place the loincloth, and it fell away.
Kitty, no master of this sort of play wanted only to share the wondrous feeling that Master had given in previous play, and went at it with a vigor. Nibbling lightly at the tip of his toy before running his tongue from the tip to the base. Master moaned low as Kitty stopped to appreciate the curly golden fur at his toys base.
“Me-oww?” he asked, as Master slid a hand along the newly freed length of Kitty’s own anatomy.
“Yes, you’re doing fine. I like your game.” Master said, as Kitty nuzzled close and purred along the firm length. Master wrapped his fingers of one hand around Kitty’s erection and slid the other hand into the soft fur of Kitty’s head. He couldn’t believe his shy little kitten was acting like this. It was as if he had unleashed a wild cat, and it was intent on driving him similarly wild.
Kitty pulled the taunt length into his mouth and slid down to take as much as he could. He was rewarded by a deep moan and a tightening around his own need. It pulsed through him and caused him to shift forward.
Master wanted to give Kitty as much pleasure as he was receiving so he shifted his hand until his palm held the shaft and his fingers wrapped around the soft sacks below it. He slid his hand up and down the length letting his fingertips tap the base of Kitty’s tail ever so lightly with each stroke. Kitty began to rock in rhythm to his hands movements and the suction on Master’s organ followed that same course.
Kitty would have gasped if his mouth were free; instead he purred all the louder sending the vibrations down the shaft in his mouth and directly into Master. The blond tensed with the sensation, fingers gripping tightly to the long fur on Kitty’s neck and the turgid flesh in his other hands.
Master pulled Kitty from his tool, to lift his pet’s head in line with his own. Kitty was confused for a second before Master’s warm mouth made contact with his own. Master held him there, and Kitty’s paws were firmly on Master’s chest. Master licked at him and Kitty had no choice but to open his lips and let Master explore the recesses of his mouth. He wanted to continue what he had started, but Master held him tightly.
When Master released his mouth, Kitty questioned. “Merrow?” he asked, and Master smiled.
“I want to see your face. I want to look in those eyes, when I come.” And Kitty tilted his head, as Master released it and his hand dropped to the soft skin of Kitty’s backside, pulling him up onto Master’s lap, and pressing their lengths together. Master once more covered Kitty’s mouth with his own, as he squeezed the mounds of Kitty’s butt, and pushed their erections against each other. Kitty wanted to scream with pleasure, as the sensation of his organ brushing against the obvious arousal of Master overcame him.
Master’s finger clutched at his cheeks and moved him forward and back, tightly against himself and then sliding away and along his organ.
Kitty was lost in the feeling, as Master controlled the act. When Master’s finger went to the base of Kitty’s tail and pressed it firmly into its foundation, Kitty pulled his lips away and screeched in approval. It was the single most wonderful thing he had ever felt, and he bucked up into Master’s hand. Master’s mouth claimed his neck and sucked greedily on the soft flesh there as Kitty cried out again and again. Master’s other hand reached to wrap firmly around their sweat-dampened cocks and gripped them tightly as one.
Kitty could not take anymore and with a final cry, and a solid jolt into Master’s chest he pulsed out his essence. Master felt the movement of the semen through the length as it was flush up to his own, and the sensation combined with the look of utter abandon on the face of his most treasured was enough to send him over the edge. His cock spasmed and sent his fluids onto their joined chests and the part of the robe that had remained on his body.
It lasted forever, and yet was over far too quickly. When Kitty collapsed onto his body, he cradled his pet in his arms and stroked the soft brown fur on the back of Kitty’s head, as his pet dropped into sleep on his lap.
Master couldn’t imagine a better way to spend this time, and was loathe to return to what other people called the real world.


Kaiba sat patiently in the darkened booth, his drink sat untouched on the table before him. To say he was tense was an understatement as his fingers drummed on the smooth surface of the well-polished tabletop.
Jou had called and said he was running late, so he couldn’t be angry, but the evening would still be ruined if his date was much later.
Yes, he had said date and he was not uncomfortable with that.
When he had called Jou the afternoon following their last visit to the Shadows, he’d had trouble asking the blond for a date and simply said he needed to talk to Jou and they might as well have dinner at the same time. But when he had called this morning to confirm and make sure Jounouchi wasn’t backing out, he had shored up his bravery and actually said, “So, then its still a date?” and was proud of the way that his voice had held together. He didn’t miss the touch of humor in Jou’s response of “Yes, Seto. It is a date. I’ll see you there.” And Kaiba hadn’t minded at all.
But now, he was nervous. He adjusted his dark blue Armani sports coat, and loosened his tie, slightly. He had an image to keep, but that didn’t mean he could wear something that was restricting his intake of air. His hands were clammy and cold, and not from his drink.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent a great deal of time together over the past few weeks, away from the Shadow house even. There were lunches, and Jou spent two days a week shooting pictures in the neighborhood around Kaiba Corp. So, Kaiba had begun taking afternoon walks and always managed to end up somewhere around the photography session. Jou could take his fill of pictures and still carry on an interesting conversation with the CEO.
Jou even managed to work Kaiba into his pictures and now had a full portfolio of the businessman, several with the impressive backdrop of the Kaiba Tower.
Kaiba had chosen one in particular that was now being set up for a public relations brochure that he was having made. It could alter his public image and put some money into Jou’s pocket as well.
His hands fell around the sweating glass before him, as he sat forward and shifted once more. He couldn’t believe he was acting this way. Here he was, the most eligible bachelor in Domino, twitching like a schoolgirl. His hand slipped into his pocket to rub the small felt box he had sequestered there.
A familiar mop of sun-gold hair came through the door and Kaiba could feel his own heart rate speed up.
Jou dropped into the seat opposite him and pried his fingers off of the cup.
“Did you wait long?” he asked.
“Not long. How was your appointment?” Kaiba responded, though he was just assuming it was something like that.
“It was fine. Actually, Yami called and said there was some emergency. Turns out shadows are calling, again.”
“I see. Do I fit into this picture as well?” Kaiba grunted out.
“Only, yes. But, I haven’t figured it out yet. Have you ordered?” Jou asked changing the subject.
“No, what do you want?” and they went about the business of ordering a meal and exchanging pleasantries with the waitress, well Jou exchanged pleasantries, Kaiba sat silently while he did. When that was done, Kaiba leaned forward.
“Jou, I need to tell you something. Before I loose my nerve.” He began. “I want to know if you are feeling the same thing I am. If you want to extend what we have from Shadows to real life?” Kaiba was once more fingering a small felt box in his pocket trying to draw courage from its confines.
Jou looked at him oddly, and was silent. Kaiba began to worry. What if it was just a game to Jou, though he had not known Jou to play games with his life, he just played them in his life.
Or could it be that the blond was uninterested in having others know what he felt, if he actually felt anything for the brunet. Kaiba had never been very demonstrative with anyone in his life, and that may have also scared the blond off of being in a relationship with the CEO.
Hundred of reasons filled his mind, reasons that the other would not want to be involved with him, and he was ready to bolt and run.
Jou had still not spoken, and when the waitress arrived, the mood was tense and the air was thick with the tension.
The girl spoke up, trying to diffuse the potential lack of a tip Kaiba assumed, and with a sigh she began, “Oh, please tell me you aren’t having a lover’s spat. You two are the sweetest looking couple in here. I already picked you as my choice.”
Kaiba stared and Jou sputtered. “What? Your choice for what?” he asked.
“Oh, the staff has a little poll. We watch the couples who come in and bet who is going to pop the big one that night. I am usually dead on.”
Jou looked up at Kaiba, and smiled. “Where you going to ask me something, Seto?”
Kaiba looked down at his plate, and then up at the smiling face of the waitress.
“Well, yes. Could you excuse us, please?” he said, and the girl winked as she stepped away. Kaiba pulled the now well-worn box from his pocket, and laid it gently on the table. Jou reached out and lifted it.
“Kaiba, I don’t know . . . ” Jou began.
“Please, just open it. Then you will understand.” He said. Jou pried the box open and stared at its contents.
The gleam of gold was dazzling, and the sparkle of red gemstones filled his eyes as he took in the tiny representation of a black dragon with bright red eyes attached to a gleaming gold loop. It looked exactly like his favorite card that he had only restored to his deck a few years ago. The loop was solid and held to it at least ten keys. He looked up at his date and his eyes questioned the other.
“Does this mean?” he asked.
“Everything. I want you to be part of it all. I want you to share my whole world, and I am willing to give you access to everything. Especially my heart. That would be the red key at the end.” Kaiba said in the longest verbal confession he had ever managed.
“Not the one at the end, Seto. That one is at the beginning. I think I can handle this. You should eat, you look starved.” And he pointed at the food before the CEO.
Seto lifted his food and ate. This would be the beginning of a relationship with the blond, and he vowed never to regret it.
Jou too, began to eat, watching the CEO before him. His mind was replaying Seto’s words, and the implications of the keys. He also remembered Yami’s words from earlier, and it all seemed to make sense. He was ready, and after this evening he knew that Seto was ready, too.


:::We are finally getting into the meat of this story. I am sorry to delay any citrus this long, but I had things to do first. I know that a lot of people want instant gratification from these stories, but Kaiba and Jounouchi are far too complex characters to just have them jump each other for no good reason. Sorry.
To those of you that reviewed, even after I was so childish and had that silly temper tantrum, my great thanks and a few answers for you.

Nira - Are you still out there? You guessed correct on all of them, and I was thrilled. Hope you are loving where I am going with this.

Anon - You saved my story, thank you for coming out of the lurking position. My love to you.

O-ren - Burning Grandparents are nothing to sneeze at. Dump some water on her. Thanks for your review.

War-chan - Sorry to disappoint you on that. Ryou is cute, but not a major character in here. As for the usagi, I didn't even think about one. I halfway thought of some other furry for the girls, but ruled it out. Again, they are non-essential characters. As for Seto - UKE all the way!!! I'm tired of a character as bold as Jou, always ending up on the bottom. Seto has his hands full running a corporation; he can let someone else run things in the bedroom.

Silvershadowfire - That's what I thought! Not really, I'm not that vain. I do appreciate the vote of confidence. And don't let the Yugi out of the bag. That's for way later, okay? No, they will not be joining the pet brigade, but they will be visiting the house. Be patient, and thanks for the chocolate offer. I don't care for the confection all that much. I'm more of a Strawberry Pocky fan.