Catching Kaiba

Disclaimer: Like anyone who owned these characters would actually put them through all this.
Warnings: OOC (seriously!), a smidgin of voyeurism I suppose, and some mild yaoi
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, it’s almost pathetic how much I treasure those things. Anyway, this is just kind of a baby step into my writing of lemons so don’t expect too much or you might end up disappointed.


Honda had the whole weekend to think up how he was going to seduce Kaiba. There were of course plenty of ways to go about doing this, but none of them seemed like just the right way to him. Kaiba was temperamental and one wrong move would leave you shutout completely. No playing it by ear this time, with Kaiba he was going to need a definite plan.

The problem was, that as he lay in bed trying to decide how to go about this, he couldn’t actually recall a single time when he had actually talked to Kaiba. His interaction with the tall brunet was pretty much limited to breaking up his fights with Jounouchi. That left him at a bit of a disadvantage.

By Monday morning, Honda was no closer to a plan then he had been when Yugi had first announced Kaiba as the target. He watched the CEO as he sat through his classes that day, and it wasn’t until half-way through lunch that he finally knew how he could pull this off. Suddenly he was rather glad that his sister had married a man in the chauffeur business.


Seto was practically the first person out the door when class was finally let out. He couldn’t stand being crammed into small classrooms with all those damn people. If stupidity were contagious, he was certain he would be a simpering moron by now. It was with great relief that he spotted his ride to work-the black car with the dark tinted windows- waiting for him. The tall brunet quickly strode across the campus towards it. He couldn’t get out of here fast enough.

As Seto sat down in the back seat, he quickly noticed two things. One, this wasn’t his usual driver; and two, he wasn’t alone.

“What the hell is going on here?” Seto demanded. He wasn’t very comfortable with the idea of any of Yugi’s little circle of idiots sneaking up on him like this. The fact the other passenger was looking at him like he knew a secret the taller boy didn’t wasn’t helping.

“No questions.” Honda’s voice was low and sultry, and Kaiba couldn’t deny that it had a little bit of an effect on him.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” It was Kaiba’s natural response to being given an order. He was in charge, always, and that was the way he liked it. It seemed his hormones didn’t totally agree though; because as Honda grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, he felt a heat course through him that he normally equated with dreams of hot desert nights and short darkly tanned rulers that he could only vaguely recall in the morning.

“Shut up.” Honda breathed the words right into the shell of his ear, and it was an undeniably pleasant sensation. He had to get away from this situation before it got out of hand.

Jerking away from the other student’s touch, Seto gripped the handle and pushed his weight into the car’s door. His heart caught in his throat as it didn’t budge.

“Surely you’re familiar with the concept of child safety locks?” Honda knew he had to be careful here. Kaiba obviously realized he was trapped unless he wanted to crawl through the front or break out the window. He now needed to convince the brunet that he what he really wanted was to stay right where he was in the back seat. The cornered duelist turned around to look him in the eye.

“Let me out.” It was the same tone Kaiba used for such sentences as ‘let my brother go’, or ‘stay away from my company.’

Honda softened his approach. “I will, but not until I’m done.”

“Done with what?” Seto was annoyed that he sounded so interested.

Seeing an opportunity, Honda pressed himself up against the CEO. Now pinned between a door that wasn’t going to be opening from the inside and what he could now feel was the very well sculpted form of Honda, Seto felt his heart rate picking up. There was also the light sweat he could feel break out on his body, and the tightening of his groin. All unmistakable signs of arousal.

“I’ll let you out when I’m done having my way with you.” Blue eyes widened in what was clearly surprise, and Honda saw his chance. He pressed his lips to Kaiba’s in what started out as a strange, awkward kiss. Just when he was about to abandon it as a lost cause though, he felt the CEO relax.

Seto hadn’t known what to make of the almost surreal experience at first. It just didn’t seem possible that Honda had ambushed him like this. Still, it was pretty hard to write off when he could feel the evidence pressed up against him. Before he even really meant to, he had parted his lips and moaned. What the hell was wrong with him?

As their tongues dueled, Honda began making quick work of his partner’s uniform. He didn’t want to rush things, but he didn’t want Kaiba to have a chance to change his mind either. Pushing back the blue jacket, he slid his hands under the white shirt it was covering. Kaiba’s skin was heated, and as his thumb bumped against a nipple, the taller boy bit back another moan. It seemed the brunet was more sensitive then he imagined. Maybe that was why he was so against people touching him.

Seto’s blue eyes opened as he felt Honda’s kisses travel down his neck and lock onto his pulse. He really shouldn’t be doing this, and yet with Honda’s hands on him he couldn’t really think of a reason to stop. Then he caught sight of the driver’s brown eyes watching them in the rearview mirror. Struggling against Honda’s hold on him, he managed to push the other boy off of him enough to move back to his normal seat.

“What’s wrong?” Kaiba’s sudden change in demeanor caught Honda off guard.

“It seems my driver is a bit of a pervert.”

Honda caught the hint and ordered the driver, a close friend of his brother-in-law to put up the tinted partition. He swore he heard the guy sigh in disappointment, but finally the last view of the front of the car was sealed off.

“Now then,” he turned his attention back to Kaiba. “Where were we?”

“I was going to work, and you were getting the hell out of my car.” It seemed the moment had been ruined.

Taking a chance, Honda moved so he was straddling the CEO’s seated lap. This gave him a bit of height advantage, and he actually had to tilt his head down to look into those icy blue eyes.

“I don’t think that’s quite right Kaiba.” His words didn’t get a response, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. If Kaiba wanted absolutely no part of this, Honda was sure the brunet would make that more than clear. No response just meant he was considering it.

Seto was torn. He really should be getting to work, that wasn’t a lie, and he was less than thrilled with this obviously planned out assault on his personal space. But at the same time, all parts of him that weren’t logical and didn’t really care about his pride or responsibilities were insisting that he stay put and see this thing through to completion. Literally.

Finally those parties voting from below his waistline won out.

“Fine,” the duelist bit out. “But hurry up, I’m not going to be late for work.”

Honda’s mouth returned to cover his, but this time he reacted with equal fervor. His arms wrapped around his classmate’s back, and hands that normally wielded such powerful duel cards splayed against the boy’s spine.

Honda heard the car start up and knew the driver was keeping to the schedule he had arranged ahead of time. Sound was not the sense he was most focused on though at the moment. Touch and taste were proving to be much more enjoyable. He had quickly gotten past the belt, button, and zipper that stood between him and his goal, and the way Kaiba’s hands clenched in his uniform when he finally made contact with the hardened flesh was empowering. He really had thought Kaiba would put up more of a fight.

Seto hadn’t been touched like this in so long, he really didn’t care about who he was with or how it had all come about. He was far from being a virgin; Pegasus had more than seen to that during their twisted mess of encounters that wasn’t even worth calling a relationship, but that was pretty much the extent of his sexual experience. So as Honda’s hand brought him closer and closer to the one feeling he wanted more than any other, he didn’t resist. He did quite the opposite really, his moans and heavy breathing only spurring the other boy on.

Honda watched in fascination as Kaiba’s face scrunched up and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He felt the erection he held in his hand, stroking continuously, twitch and then release it’s white liquid as Kaiba climaxed. He really wished he’d brought his camera.

Seto opened his eyes slowly as the pleasant haze of his orgasm dispersed. Honda was still straddling his lap, licking his hand clean. It certainly was an erotic sight. Still, the CEO’s lust was sated, and as he realized exactly what had just happened he was far from pleased. It was embarrassing to think he’d just let his classmate jerk him off in the backseat of a car. This wasn’t their fucking prom night!

Realizing that he hadn’t been the only horny teenager in the car, it occurred to Seto that Honda was probably waiting for him to return the favor. Could this get any more awkward?

“Did you want me to...” Seto’s question trailed off, and he just started to reach for Honda’s belt instead when Honda’s hand grabbed his wrist.

“That won’t be necessary. Besides, we’re here.” As if cosmically timed, the car stopped. Seto looked a little confused by this unexpected turn of events, until Honda got off his lap and sat down in the seat beside him. Seto heard the driver get out and shut his door, and the tall brunet had just enough time to redo his pants before his door was opened and he saw that they were indeed parked in front of Kaiba Corp.

He turned to look at the brown-eyed boy sitting beside him, but Honda just pushed him towards the door. “Didn’t you say you needed to get to work?”

Slipping back into his business persona, Seto stepped out of the car and walked with proud, confident steps into his company. He never once looked back. If he had, he might have seen Yugi come out of the nearest alleyway and climb into the backseat next to Honda.

“That proof enough for you Yugi?” The brunet asked as the shorter duelist joined him and closed the door.

Yugi recalled the flushed look on Kaiba’s face and the disarray of his normally perfect uniform.

“I wondered why you had me waiting in that alley,” Yugi told him. “I must say this whole car idea was a rather creative scheme.”

Honda smiled. “Thanks.”

“However it seems your attentions weren’t really returned.” Yugi’s eyes rested on the bulge in the brunet’s pants. “Perhaps I can help you out with that?”

Honda didn’t resist as his smaller friend moved closer.

Author’s Notes: Yes, I really am stopping there. I just didn’t have the courage to finish that scene, and the whole focus of this is supposed to be Kaiba. He was gone, therefore end of scene. I just didn’t want you all thinking poor Honda was going to be left (hanging’s not really the appropriate word here is it?)...um, left unattended. I know this was a very light serving of smut, but as I said I’m out of practice and wanted to start off slow. Also, I do realize that there was the smallest of prideshipping hints in this chapter as well. Apparently that is just insistent about becoming a part of this. I will continue to try and fight it off. Unless of course you guys want me to try and work it in? Please review.