Fixation

Chapter 16


Jou was only vaguely aware of the motion of the limo around them. Seto’s lips latched on to the skin above his collarbone and one of his hands worked its way into Jou’s waistband. Seto wrapped his fingertips around the head of Jou’s cock and stroked the sensitive skin hard. When Jou began to squirm, Seto wrapped his fingers around him in a tight fist, squeezing him mercilessly.

“Seto!” Jou cried. “Seto we just passed through your gate! We’ve got to get up!”

Seto growled again and shoved his hand deeper into Jou’s pants and stroking him from the base of his cock to its tip.

The limo pulled to a stop and Jou heard the sound of a garage door opening. Seto stroked him once more, then shoved himself off of Jou and returned to his seat. He grabbed Jou by the collar and pulled him into the seat. “This is not over,” Seto whispered in his ear.

A moment later the engine died and Roland opened the door. Seto climbed out without looking at his bodyguard, pulling Jou behind him. Seto stormed through a gigantic gourmet kitchen, passed an island where Mario, Mokuba, and Yugi sat playing cards amid a dozen empty sake bottles. Jou tried to stop and say hi at least, but Seto shifted his grip from Jou’s arm to his collar and dragged him away towards the stairs. No one in the kitchen made any movement to rescue him.

Jou tripped as he tried to keep up with Seto on the stairs. Seto didn’t bother slowing down. He flung Jou into his bedroom, storming in after him. Jou regained his footing and looked up as Seto closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Seto, I really think we should talk… You know I can’t stay with you. I’ve got a business to run, I’ve got to go back.”

“You think I don’t know that!” Seto shouted, charging towards him. He grabbed Jou around his neck and pushed him backwards. When Jou’s knees buckled as he hit the edge of the bed, Seto crawled over him, forcing Jou to scoot back further. Seto held his head steady and kissed him, sucking Jou’s bottom lip into his mouth frantically. Jou couldn’t help the way he brought his hands up, trying to pull Seto’s fingers away from his neck. Seto tightened his grip. Jou bucked and twisted, trying to throw Seto off. He took as deep a breath as he could, trying to stop the panic rising in him. Was Seto actually trying to kill him? He focused all of his strength on trying to loosen one of Seto’s arms. His left arm burned with the effort, but he managed to push Seto’s weak arm up over their heads. Seto smirked into their kiss.

“What?”

Seto moved so fast than Jou didn’t have a chance to pull his hands away. He felt the slap of steel on his right wrist and heard the familiar ring of a handcuff being closed. Jou pulled against the cuff but could hardly move more than an inch. His left arm was so weak that Seto had no trouble forcing it into a second handcuff.

“Seto, what the hell are you doing?”

“I would think that’d be obvious, Mutt,” Seto chuckled. “I am chaining you to my bed.”

“Seto, unlock these damn things!” Jou pulled against the handcuffs. Seto hadn’t tightened them enough, and Jou was pretty sure he could slip his hand through, it he didn’t mind scraping a bit of skin. “Let me go!”

“No,” Seto glared down at him. “You said it yourself, you’re leaving. If you want to go back to America and screw that big oaf for the rest of your life, I can’t stop you, but I am not going to let you go without at least giving you a better memory for comparison than that one time eight years ago. I am going to fuck you so thoroughly that you’ll never be able to sleep with anyone else without comparing them to me.” Seto climbed off of him and wandered over to a small writing desk set against a dark window. He returned a moment later with a pair of scissors.

“Seto, you don’t—“

“Shut up. Or would you like me to gag you?”

Jou shook his head. “You don’t need the handcuffs! I… Gods, you know I want you! Take the cuffs off, I’ll stay!”

“Oh, I know you would, Mutt, I know. But the handcuffs aren’t for me.” Seto carefully cut away the sleeves of Jou’s suit and then his shirt. When Seto had shredded most of Jou’s clothes and pulled the fabric away, he tossed the scissors aside and ran his fingers down Jou’s bare chest.

“I spent a long time learning what things make you sick, what things make you scream, and what things make you so hard you can’t stop moaning. Being held down drives you wild, it always has. I had to figure out some way to keep you down and without tying my hands up at the same time. Since you were a cop, handcuffs were the natural choice.” Seto scooted down and removed Jou’s shoes, then his pants and boxers. As he pulled Jou’s boxers down over his hips, revealing just how hard Jou was, he smirked in triumph. “No matter how much you say you don’t like it, you’re practically ready to cum right now and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Gods, stop, Seto!” Jou cried.

“Stop?” Seto laughed. “I haven’t even gotten started yet, Mutt.” Seto rose to his feet and shed his own clothing quickly. He climbed over the bed and straddled Jou’s legs, bending down and taking Jou’s cock in his mouth without warning.

“Seto!” Jou wanted to demand that he stop, but all he could do was buck his hips, desperate to feel more of Seto’s wet mouth around him. Seto’s tongue swirled over the head of his cock before Seto swallowed him, taking him so deep that Jou could feel Seto’s lips moving against his the base of his sac. Jou arched his back. He clenched his hands into fists and pulled against the handcuffs, torn between feeling trapped, helpless, and incredible all at the same time. He tried to keep his mouth shut, not to give Seto the satisfaction of hearing him scream, but as Seto coaxed him to an almost instant orgasm, he couldn’t control himself. “Of fuck! Seto!” Jou raised his head and stared down at the other man, mesmerized by how Seto increased the suction when Jou began to cum, pulling every drop he could out of Jou’s cock. By the time Seto slowly worked his way back to the tip of Jou’s cock, it had been sucked clean.

Seto nuzzled his cheek against Jou’s hip and let out a contented chuckle. “I’ve missed the way you moan.”

As Jou came back to himself his noticed that Seto hadn’t moved. At least, he hadn’t moved his body. Jou felt a slight pressure as Seto shoved a finger inside of him, followed almost immediately by another. Jou shifted uncomfortably, trying to raise his knees so he could push Seto away with his feet. Seto shook his head and chuckled. “I can tie up your feet, if you don’t behave yourself.”

“Seto,” Jou huffed, surprised that he hadn’t caught his breath from Seto draining him. “This isn’t funny,” he tried to bring conviction into his voice. “I can throw you off of me with my legs before you could tie me up, so you might as well just give this up. Let me out of these cuffs.”

Seto chuckled, pulled his fingers out of Jou’s ass, and slipped off of the bed. He retrieved what looked like a scarf from the side of the bed, tied a slipknot around Jou’s kicking foot, and used the scarf to pull Jou’s leg up. Jou assumed he was going to be tied spread eagle. He started to panic when Seto climbed on the bed near the headboard and pulled Jou’s foot up towards his hand.

“No! No, stop! Do you have any idea how painful that it going to be! If I tear a hamstring because of you I’m going to hurt you, asshole!”

Seto leaned close to Jou’s ear. “But I’ve seen how flexible you are, Mutt. You showed off that ass of yours the first day you were here, when you bent to catch that vase.”

“Shit…” Jou swallowed hard.

Seto looped the scarf through his headboard and knotted it, then strolled around to the other side of the bed. He pulled Jou’s other foot up by the ankle and tied it in place with another slipknot. Seto climbed on the bed again, centering himself above Jou and staring down at the picture he’d made. Jou squirmed and tried to turn over, but the restraints on his legs got in the way of his hands. He just ended up folded in half on his side.

“Oh,” Seto sounded disappointed, “I liked you like that. With you ass, your balls, and your cock held right up in the air for me to play with. I could get off just staring at you like that. Seto flipped Jou back over and raked his fingernails along the bottom of Jou’s thighs. To Jou’s shame, the pain from the handcuffs and the sting from Seto’s nails seemed to travel through his body and straight to his cock, making it spring to life again. Seto bent down and licked Jou’s hardening cock again, coaxing it back to a full erection. When Jou was hard again, Jou felt Seto’s tongue works its way back.

Jou held his breath as something wet and strong worked its way inside him, twirling around the sensitive skin of his opening. “Oh fuck,” Jou hissed, trying to lift his hips to get away from the tickling sensation.

“Already? You are impatient, aren’t you.” Seto shoved three fingers into Jou’s ass, stretching him painfully. “Are you this much of a little slut for your bodyguard? Do you beg him to fuck you like that?” Seto forced in another finger, widening his fingers to stretch Jou further. “You’re awfully tight, though. Do you pound that tight little ass of his, instead?”

Seto withdrew his fingers and lined himself up with Jou’s opening, squeezing his thighs hard enough to leave red marks where his fingertips dug into Jou’s skin. Jou braced himself as Seto thrust inside of him, fast and hard. Jou gasped as he was completely filled in a single thrust. It hurt more than the last time he’d had sex, probably because Seto hadn’t bothered with lube. He also didn’t bother waited for Jou to adjust to his girth. He shifted his hands to Jou’s ankles and pushed Jou’s legs back so his feet were nearly behind his head. It didn’t seem possible, but Seto seemed to grow an inch longer as he reached deeper and deeper inside of him.

Seto pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside of Jou, then rammed back in, just as deep and just as hard.

Seto sat still until Jou opened his eyes. When Jou met his gaze, Seto sneered. “Do you have any idea how much I hate the way you look at him?”

Seto began to thrust in and out quickly, driving into him so hard that his skin slapped against Jou’s ass every time. Jou tried not to shut his eyes with every thrust, but each burst of pain also brought that blinding pleasure of having Seto ramming into his prostate, and Jou couldn’t help the pleasure that overtook him.

Seto increased his pace again, growling with each thrust. “How much I hate you?” Jou heard Seto whisper from above him.

Seto was breathing hard, but he kept up his painful pace. “I…” he panted, “hate… everything... about… you” He squeezed Jou’s ankles harder. “The way you smile… The way your eyes burn when you’re determined… The way you always stood by your idiot friends… The way you always stay optimistic… The way you never became some emo twerp… I even hate… the way you slouch…”

Seto’s pace slowed slightly and Jou opened his eyes as the burning mix of pain and pleasure shifted as the pain began to fade. “I hate fact that you’re the only one is the world who laughs at my jokes… I hate that I can’t get you out of my head… That I can’t stop wanting you...”

Seto shifted the angle of his hips and to roll his hips into Jou, hitting his prostate with every tiny motion. “Kaiba!” Jou moaned, pressing back against the other man’s cock as hard as he could. When Jou’s cock twitched, spurting his second load across his chest, the smirk on Seto’s face hardened. He rose onto his knees and thrust straight down into Jou, harder and faster than he had before, until he came with a shudder. He stayed inside of Jou and Jou felt himself expand as Seto’s warm semen poured into him.

Seto collapsed on Jou’s legs, trying to catch his breath. When Jou felt the moisture on Kaiba’s cheeks he lifted his head, trying to read something in the other man’s expression. Seto met his gaze. “Most of all,” he whispered. “I hate that you’re a fucking coward… I hate the fact that if I ever say anything else, you’re going to run away from me…”

Jou’s heart felt like it was going to stop at the sight of Seto’s tears. In Seto’s eyes he saw a lifetime of love and silent agony reflected back at him. He saw a need so desperate that it made Jou feel like crying.

“Seto,” Jou said calmly, “Untie me.”

“No!” Seto shouted. “You’ve had eight years to run away from me! You have a lifetime to do it again, but not tonight! I am taking one night! Close your eyes and pretend that I’m your fucking bodyguard if you have to, but I am not letting you run away from me tonight!” More tears found their way into Seto’s eyes.

“Seto,” Jou whispered. “Seto, it’s alright. I’m not going to run away. I… I would have bolted like a spooked cat if you had ever said anything except I hate you when we were kids. I was afraid. Afraid of you, of being gay, of never being anything except your—“

“My whore,” Seto spit out the words. “It comes back to that same, stupid mistake, then?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jou insisted. “I’m not afraid anymore, Seto. I’ve had a long time to accept who I am. I don’t care if you can never say it, Seto, I can. I love you. I always have. And for the record, you don’t need to worry about ruining me for future lovers. No one has ever been able to compare to the first time. And until tonight, I don’t think I knew what mind-blowing sex really was. I… Ah, fuck it,”

Jou hissed in pain and pulled on his right arm. A thin film of sweat had formed on his skin, making it just slippery enough the force his hand out of the cuff. He untied his legs and grabbed the cuff around his left hand, inching it off over his skin. The left cuff was ratcheted down more than the right and Jou felt the skin scrape off the side of his hand and over his thumb as the cuff slid off. Careful not to move his hips, Jou wrapped his arms and legs around Seto, pulling him close. Jou kissed him softly, kissing his lips and cheeks until the tears were gone. Seto held his cheeks and kissed him back. Jou could feel Seto trembling on top of him. “Are you fucking with me,” Seto asked, his voice dripping with fear.

Jou stared down at their hips where Seto’s cock was still buried inside of him. “You know that might not have been the most logical way to phrase that question, right?” Seto ground his teeth together so hard that Jou could hear it. “Just sayin’… But, no I’m not fucking with you. I love you.”

“You’ll stay with me?” Seto breathed desperately. “Even if they arrest me tomorrow?”

“If Seto Kaiba can’t get away with attempted murder, who can? But,” Jou touched his nose to Seto’s, “there are some issues that have to be worked out first before I can stay,” Jou assured him. “I have responsibilities in LA. Employees, clients, a big insurance investigation to go through... And I’m not a Japanese citizen. I gave up my dual citizenship when I turned eighteen and went back to the states. It will take a bit of time. Think you can stand waiting?”

Seto’s mouth moved, but he didn’t manage to utter a word. “Say it again,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

When Seto kissed him again, he wrapped his arms around Jou’s shoulders, holding Jou’s body tight against his. When he finally broke the kiss, Seto pulled himself out of Jou and sat up on his knees. “Jou, I…”

“You don’t have to, Seto. It’s okay.”

“No it is not!” Seto folded his arms angrily. “Do you know how much I wanted to before? How many times I tried? How many times I opened my mouth to say something and nothing but an insult came out?”

Jou smiled at him and nodded. “Looking back, Seto, you aren’t all that hard to read. Every time I said I hated you, back then, I meant the same thing you did.”

Seto smirked. “I do love you, Mutt. I tried to tell you… every time…” The smirk faded and was quickly replaced by a look of concern. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“I hurt me,” Jou tired to hold up his left hand, but with his strained and torn muscles, all he managed to do was raise it an inch off of the mattress. “About the handcuffs…”

“I really thought you’d like them,” said Seto. “But if they don’t add to the experience for you, we’ll forget the idea.”

Jou looked away as he blushed furiously. “I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would,” he admitted. “But do me a favor?”

“Tonight, anything you want?”

“Next time, make sure you double-lock the cuffs. The double lock is a little button on the back, you can hit it with the pointy end of the cuff key or with a pen. It keeps them from over tightening every time the single bar touches something.”

“But you slipped out of them.”

Jou rubbed his hand around the torn skin. “Yeah… Wrong brand… These are Peerless, they run big. I’ve got a pair of Smith & Wesson hinged cuffs that would probably fit both of us, if you want to experiment a little.”

Seto stared at him, trying not to laugh.

“You don’t think you’d enjoy it?” Jou asked seriously.

Seto shrugged. “I enjoy anything that turns you on. I was thinking, though, if you want to experiment a little, we can always ask Yugi to recommend some toys. He knows more about anal toys than he does about Egyptology.”

Jou shivered at the thought. “Ew! Of all the things I’ve dealt with in the past three weeks, the one thing I really can’t deal with is any mention of Yugi and sex in the same sentence. That is just wrong! He still looks twelve!”

Seto laughed and collapsed beside him. He caressed the skin around the tiny bandage on Jou’s upper arm. “Sorry,” Seto said gently. “I didn’t mean to get quite that carried away. Are you alright?”

“It’s not bleeding. It still itches like mad, so the stitches are probably still fine.”

Seto glared at him and gently peeled back the adhesive tape. The stitches and butterfly tape were still perfectly fine. The skin under the adhesive tape was red and covered in bumps. “Damn. I thought this was latex free.”

Jou shrugged. “The tape doesn’t have latex in it, the adhesive does. It’s actually really hard to take care of cuts and shit. If something absolutely needs a bandage I just have to put up with the rash.”

“I’ll buy you something that doesn’t have latex in the adhesive,” Seto said automatically.

“You think I put up with it because I’m too cheap to buy hypoallergenic stuff?”

“No,” said Seto said quickly. “I just thought…”

“I am not too cheap. I’m too lazy. That and I really haven’t had time to find a drug store.”

Seto began to trace his fingers up and down over the muscles in Jou’s arm. “Are you going to throw a tantrum every time I offer to do something nice for you?”

“Not every time… But I don’t need or want you to take care of me. That’s got to be one of our ground rules from the start.”

“Right, no taking care of the Mutt.” Seto sat back up and shifted so he could trace the contour of Jou’s chest and hips. “If you’re not hurt, do you think you might be up for another round.”

Jou rubbed his wrists and carefully considered how sore he was likely to be tomorrow. “I might have a bit of energy left,” said Jou carefully. “And after all those hints about wanting to go at it doggy style, I’ve been a bit disappointed. “

Jou was impressed by how quickly Seto rallied. With a few firm strokes Seto was hard again. He grabbed a small tube of lube from his night stand a slicked himself and Jou’s entrance thoroughly. He took Jou by the hips and turned him over, pulling his ass up in the air and caressing his back. Seto didn’t bother preparing him this time, sliding inside of him with a tight friction that made Jou throw his head back to cope with the overwhelming sensations inside of him. When Seto’s fingers closed around his cock, Jou felt his erection stirring to life again. This time, Seto drew things out, rocking his hips in a languid rhythm that sent them both climbing higher and higher towards an intense release that left both of them collapsed in a heap of sweaty and exhausted flesh.

Seto kissed his shoulder and wrapped his arms around Jou’s chest. “I suppose handcuffs might not have been comfortable through that anyway…”

Jou moaned and tilted his head so he could smile at Seto. “Damn. I… I’ve never enjoyed slow sex before…”

Seto hummed and snuggled against his chest, preparing to fall asleep with his limp cock still partially inside of Jou.

“Seto, get off me. We need to go shower.”

Seto growled at him and snuggled more insistently.

“If Honda shows up at your door with an arrest warrant in two hours, do you really want to go to jail without getting cleaned up?”

Seto huffed but eventually climbed to his feet. Seto held out his hand and helped Jou out of bed. He didn’t let go of Jou when he got to his feet, though, but dragged Jou to the bathroom within him. He stopped Jou at the door. Jou glanced up at him, surprised that the same critical, icy look Seto always had was back in place. “Hey, when are you going to break it off with your bodyguard?”

“There’s nothing to break off,” Jou patted him on the shoulder and shoved him through the bathroom door. “He doesn’t mix business and pleasure. We gave it a shot before we started working together and it didn’t work out.”

“Didn’t work out?”

Jou shrugged and smiled innocently. “He wants long-term, committed, and vanilla.”

“Vanilla?”

“An American word for no kinky sex. The only time I ever got hard with him was when things got rough. Rough isn’t his thing.”

“So all of those comments…”

“He’s a good friend. When I told him about us he decided to tag along so I had someone to throw up as a smoke screen if you and I… if things went bad… That and someone was trying to kill me. It’s kind of nice to have an extra set of eyes.”

“So have you and him?”

“No,” said Jou, completely open. “But I wasn’t totally opposed to seeing if you would get jealous.”

Seto’s expression softened into a smile. He pulled Jou into the bathroom and shut the door behind them.