Born of Shadows

Mansions


Seto pointed to the octagon shaped key, as they stood at the doorway to the mansion and Jou put it into the lock. The click was clear and loud as they stood in silence. Jou pushed the door open and followed Seto into the house.
Seto removed his jacket and waited as Jou decided on his next move. An arm reached out to wrap around his hips, pulling the brunet towards the stairs and up to the second floor.
Once there a turn to the left and three doors down to the room Jou knew best, having stayed there when his dad went into rehab and he had no money to pay the rent on the apartment.
It was a turning point in the relationship between the two young men, as Jou had to swallow his pride and ask for a place to stay, and Seto had to admit to a respect for Jou helping his father to improve his life.
Jou was unsure which room Seto currently called his own. Mokuba had told him that the elder Kaiba changed rooms like some people changed from winter wear to summer clothes. And he didn’t really want to assume that much, yet. So, this room was as good as any and he followed the brunet inside.
Seto dropped his jacket across the lounge chair near the door and smiled before turning to the blond. Jou put the key ring onto the dresser and looked up at Seto in the moonlight. When he noted the CEO had stopped and was watching him, he asked, “What?” and then he noted the smile on the brunet’s face.
“Your choice of rooms is predictable, but it works well in the end. This is my room, now.” Seto said, raising a hand to click the switch on the wall. The semi dark room was now bathed in light, and Jou could see the transformation.
The furniture remained the same, and the deep maroon bedspread and drapes, unchanged. But on the desk was the CEO’s ever present laptop, and decorating the walls and dresser top where paintings and sculptures of his trademark Duel Monster, The Blue Eyes White Dragon.
Jou smiled and reached out the short distance to pull the brunet into his arms.
“Ah, Seto. I should have known, you are always a step ahead of me.” He complimented.
Seto found himself wrapped in the strong arms of the blond and he was again unsure of himself. Jou noticed and pulled away. “Second thoughts, Seto?” he asked.
“No,” Seto began. “I have noticed that the dynamics of this, em what we have; are not, em as they would seem. I am not sure what to do.” He said, looking up into Jou’s questioning eyes.
“The Dynamics? Or are we talking about schematics?”
“Perhaps. I have only been involved on two previous occasions. Both ended dramatically, and I am loath to go into details, but suffice to say, I was always in a position of power.” Seto admitted. Jou smiled.
“I see. Myself, I have been in three such, what did you call them? Involvements. And though I don’t claim to be an expert, I can say that I have experienced both sides of the relationship. Are you worried about us battling for dominance here?” Jou asked, lightly.
“It is a consideration, but not my actual concern. I told you, I want to extend, not recreate.” Seto admitted.
“I like that. Okay, so let’s see if I understand correctly,” Jou began. His hands moved over the soft linen of Seto’s shirt and when he stepped back, he took hold of the silk ends of the deep blue tie that was gripping tightly to the CEO’s neck. Jou pulled at the knot and when it was loosened he slid it from around the brunet’s neck. “You and I are not battling because we both want the same thing, right?” he said, as his fingers slid down the closures to the shirt and opened them one after another. “And that is to continue the experiences of the Shadow realm. I believe that means,” Jou pulled the shirt out of the confines of Seto’s waistband. “That we will be concerned for each other’s enjoyment, and that simple concerns like who is on top are not important. But,” Jou had divested Seto of the shirt and was holding the pale young man close as he worked his own buttons loose. “For the time being, you want to give me the power of final decisions?” Seto gasped as Jou finished his statement with a sloppy kiss to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. By the time he had regained his equilibrium, Jou was stripped of his shirt and they stood chest to chest.
“Yes,” was gasped out. Jou smiled, and captured Seto’s lips with his own. This was not the first kiss they had shared, but for the first time Seto was free of the compulsion to command the action, and he relaxed to enjoy the fire that was being lit in his very mouth.
Jou held the back of Seto’s neck with one hand and with his other he managed to loosen their remaining clothes, and when the last pair of pants fell to the floor below them, he drew the panting brunet toward the edge of the bed. Seto followed, holding tightly to the blond’s hips as if his very life depended on the contact.
“I won’t leave you. You can relax.” Jou said when the long slender fingers dug into his flesh a little too harshly. “You are far to precious to me. Don’t ever forget that.” Seto lessened his hold only slightly, as his legs came in contact with the edge of the mattress.
“I don’t know what to call you,” he said, suddenly a little embarrassed by the need for a response.
“What?” Jou asked, looking at him intently.
“We agreed that outside of Shadow, you didn’t want to be called Master, and when I need advice I have to call you Jou. But for this, it should be something else. I don’t know.” He admitted, looking very flustered.
“Hmmm. I don’t care what you call me, but I understand. If I call you Kaiba, it’s formal. For business only. If I call you Seto, that’s for friends or family. I think if I called you Koi or Koibito, it would sound phony, and contrived. Silly names, like Blue Eyes, or Dragon are belittling, and just not your style, so out.” Jou continued to run his hands over the pale expanse of Seto’s back, his only physical contact until this issue was settled, and Seto could once more feel comfortable in his arms. “I think that Kitty in the Shadows fits only because of the surroundings, but here I would be comfortable with Kasshoku.” Jou said, and Seto stared for a moment. Surprised that something so simple as the color of his hair could come to sound so sensuous on his lover’s lips.
“If you are not Jounouchi or Jou, and you hate Katsuya, perhaps I could just call you, Suya?” He asked, hoping it was enough after the depth of the blond’s thoughts on this subject that he, himself, had brought up. “Or perhaps, Kats, though that sounds a lot like Kitty, and I don’t want to . . . .” Jou silenced him with another deep kiss that took away what little breath he had regained from the first of the evening.
“Kats is fine, or Suya. I don’t care. I want you to do what makes you happy, Kasshoku.” And the rest of the words were gone. Seto pulled himself closer as Jou pressed to his lips once more, and he was aided by the blond grasping his hips and lifting him into his lap.
Once more he felt the movement of those firm hard body parts rubbing along each other and his blood ran more swiftly through his veins.
Jou also recognized the feeling and draped the long pale legs around his waist as he rose from the bed to move around to the side. Seto tightened his legs around the blond as he caressed the tongue that moved in and out of his mouth. Jou leaned the CEO onto the side of the bed and climbed over him, while exploring the warm recesses of the soft flesh in Seto’s mouth. It was all he could do to keep his movements slow and not rush into the pliable body that was offered to him. His hands moved over the dips and shallows of the brunet’s midsection as his mouth ventured along the column of alabaster that was Seto’s neck. The taller man threw his head back as the other lapped at his skin and the air against the wet flesh cooled him.
Jou’s hands had explored every inch of the brunet’s torso and were working their way down slender hips and long firm thighs, as he continued to place lingering kisses to the line of Seto’s collar bone and then down the center of his ribcage. The brunet was moaning deeply as the sensations rushed through him, and he craved something more from the teasing blond.
“Ah, Gods. J’Kats more, oh please, more.” He begged. Jou smiled against his skin, and then let his tongue travel the expanse of wet heated flesh back to the kiss swollen lips, to once more capture them for his own. When he had the full attention of his lover, he dipped his hands around those thighs and cupped the soft globes of flesh once before easing his fingers between them and teasing at the tight ring of muscles that would be his final conquest this night. Seto gasped into his mouth as he realized what the blond was doing and opened his eyes to stare into golden brown pools of desire.
“Kasshoku do you have anything I can use?” Jou asked, and Seto blushed lightly as he caught the implications. He shook his head, hoping that the blond had an alternative suggestion. Jou saw the concern in those blue depths and smiled apologetically. “It will be okay. I have an idea.” And he lifted away from the worried look, to begin his rain of kisses once more.
Soon he was delving into the recesses of the brunet’s navel and the taller man groaned at the soft intrusion. Jou dipped in once more before sliding lower along the CEO’s long frame. Seto lifted up on his elbows to watch as Jou deftly took his length into his lips and swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin at the base of its head.
“Ahhhh!” he cried, throwing his head back once more. “Ahhh, Kats! My Gods!”
Jou rode his tongue down the length of the vein at the bottom of Seto’s burgeoning erection, before rising once more to engulf it whole and suck eagerly on it like a lollypop. Seto was not prepared for this and his muscles tensed as he was drawn into his release.
Jou felt the tightening of his balls and pulled back in time to catch the streams of semen in his palm, as he nipped at the nexus of Seto’s left thigh and hip.
Seto had fallen back and was panting heavily, as Jou rose and looked down at him. The CEO smiled and attempted an angry glare. “That was not fair,” he managed.
“Not fair? I don’t do that for just anyone, and you don’t appreciate me. Besides, we needed this,” Jou said, raising his palm full of the brunet’s essence. Seto smirked at him, and Jou laughed lightly.
Faster than the taller man could imagine, the blond had dropped back and was once more teasing at his most guarded body parts with sticky coated fingers. He closed his eyes, only being able to imagine what was to come from his limited experience. As if reading his mind, Jou looked up and assured him, “It’s not as bad as you’d expect. I think you’ll like this. Just relax and trust me,” he said as he pressed his fingers forward, impaling Seto with two fingers right off the bat. The sensation would have been painful if not for the fact that the blond had well coated his fingers and was once more distracting him by sucking deeply on his down-covered ball sack.
Seto felt himself grow erect once more. His blood rushed from his brains to fill the flaccid length of his cock. Jou released his captives and smiled up at the swaying column in front of him as he pulled out his wiggling fingers to turn his hand and dive back in. Seto grunted as the pressure of those digits dug at his body in an uncomfortable but not painful way. It was different, but not in a bad way.
Jou rose and pulled his fingers free, grabbing his own turgid member with his semen coated palm and stroking himself slowly. Seto watched, awed by the confident look on the other’s face. Jou reached down to pick up his shorts and wiped his hands clean before climbing back up and lifting Seto’s thighs ahead of himself.
The brunet lay back as Jou shifted him over his lap and wrapped his long ivory legs around his neck. Seto sensed a moment of uncertainty before Jou lined them up and pushed his cock into the taller man’s well-prepared hole. It was no easy move, and both men gasped at the feeling, as Jou pushed into the straining muscles and Seto tried to relax as his body was impaled.
“Unh!” Seto cried, as Jou leaned down and pressed their lips together trapping any complaint he might have made inside of his mouth. The blond was fully sheathed in the velvety softness of his lover, and he could feel the stress ooze out of the brunet’s body as it adjusted to the intrusion. Soon, he moved back and just before he would have come free of the opening, he pushed back in. Seto arched up to greet him, pulling his lips away from the other, and Jou dropped his mouth to the still damp skin of Seto’s neck. Kissing away any discomfort as body continued to pull away and thrust back in.
Seto began to approximate this rhythm and they moved in synchronization. It was a perpetual motion and each thrust brought them both a desire to make it last forever, while both craving release.
Jou shifted down so that his firm abdominal muscles pressed the rock hard member between the two men and each motion would bring friction and heat. Seto cried out when he felt Jou move to a faster beat and he met it with a harder thrust of his own, bringing Jou deeper into the recesses of his body and setting fire to the organ that was situated there. It was all he could take, and he clawed at Jou’s shoulders when his body clenched around his second orgasm of the night.
Jou grit his teeth against the pain of those fingers digging deeply into his skin, and continued to push hard and firmly into the tight welcoming heat that was his Kasshoku.
Seto was riding the down of his climax when he felt Jou’s thrust become hesitant and jerky, and he lifted his head to latch onto Jou’s collar and suck deeply on the base of his jugular vein while Jou froze up in the throws of ecstasy.

Seto curled up in the curve of Jou’s shoulder, sleeping contentedly when Jou’s internal clock went off and the blond looked around. He carefully extracted himself, and rose from the soft bedding to pull on his clothes and look back.
Slowly, he reached into the air around him and captured the edge of Shadow to carefully peal it open and step through.

:::Next chapter will have to wait, I have promised to work on some of my neglected Fruits Basket fics. And I have to name a baby in another story, that is driving me crazy.