The Prince and His Pauper

Title: The Prince and His Pauper
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Jounouchi/Jounouchi x Seto, various side pairings
Disclaimer: Trust me, I don't own Yugi-Oh.

Summary: As the head of Katsuya Corp., Jounouchi isn't used to being ignored. Especially by some ordinary classmate with a stick up his rear-end.

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The Prince and His Pauper
Part 2

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Miho waves her hand in front of Jounouchi's eyes. "Jou-kun? You home?"
"Huh? Wha?" He blinks and looks at the faces of his friends.
"We've been calling you for five minutes," replies Yugi, his expressive eyes concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, you've been zoning out all morning," adds Honda.
"`M fine. Just been thinking."
The lunch bell rings. They watch as Seto gathers all his things and leaves.

"Where do you think he goes?" wonders Miho.
"What do you mean?" questions Jounouchi.
"You don't know? People talked about it for at least a month," explains Honda.
"Apparently he leaves the school grounds," finishes Yugi.
"Weird..." Jounouchi walks over to the window and watches the taller teen walk right past the gates. "Huh."

"Hey! How about we go hang out at the arcade after school? They're having a special this weekend!"
"Great idea, Miho," agrees Yugi. "It'll be fun!"
"How about Sunday afternoon instead?" suggests Jounouchi.
"Why Sunday?" asks Miho. "Tomorrow's just a half-day so we could go then if not today."
"I have a meeting early Sunday morning and Shizuka will skin me alive if I don't study for that math test on Saturday. We have that project in science class too." Honda laughs.
"Man! She's got you whipped!" Jounouchi swings an arm around the other boy's neck and holds him on the tight side, making his friend squeak to everyone's amusement.
"Thanks for volunteering to help me, Honda ol' buddy!" Miho and Yugi laugh.

"Ribbon!"
"Anzu!" Miho hugs the bouncy brunette. "I didn't see you first period! Where were you?"
"I had an audition. I'm in the finals!" Both girls squeal and bounce, drawing the eyes of every male in the area. "But that's not what I wanted to tell you."
"What is it? What is it?" Anzu leans towards her friend and performs the infamous stage whisper.
"A bunch of us were talking about Kaiba cause of that spat he had with Minamoto-sensei, and I heard from a friend who heard from a friend, from a friend, from a friend that Kaiba's an orphan. That's why he's such as ass. He totally hates adults or something."
"And everyone else," cracks Honda.
"I'm sure there's someone he likes..." defends Yugi, ever the good-natured optimist. Anzu just shrugs.
"Anyway, my friend's-friend's-friend's friend is home schooled and lives right across the street from Kaiba. She said she's NEVER seen anyone but Kaiba and his little brother enter or exit the house."
"That's weird," says Miho. "Even if they're living separately from their folks you'd think an adult of SOME kind would stop by sometimes." Anzu nods then continues.
"And from a slightly less reliable source, Kaiba's often seen in the red-light district."
"No way! Seriously?"
"Don't be so surprised, Ribbon-chan," says Honda. "Not like anyone here would give it to that jerk."

Jounouchi mentally scowls. It's easy for him to see Seto with a couple of sluttish babes hanging off each arm. He mentally slaps himself. He shouldn't care! He doesn't even like the guy!

"Guys, we should go eat before lunch is over."
The mention of food snaps Jounouchi back to reality. "Good idea, Yugi! Let's go!"

~

When they return to class Seto is already back at his desk reading his Russian books. Jounouchi exchanges hellos with his fellow classmates as he reclaims his seat. For some reason, it really irks him that Seto is simply ignoring him. Sure it was always annoying before, but now...
NOW he has the image of Seto running off for a quick lay by some slut that he can pay to like him.

"Geez, you too good to say 'hi' or something?" But no response is forthcoming. Jounouchi growls and stalks to the back of the class. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Yugi rushes over and grabs his friend's sleeve.
"Jounouchi! What are you doing?" The blond grits his teeth when Seto continues to ignore him. He slams his palms on the brunet's desk, making everyone but his intended target jump. Cold eyes finally look at him.

"What do you want, mutt?"
"Stop calling me that, you damn...damn VAGABOND!"
"Jounouchi!" Yugi cries in shock. Jounouchi shakes the small boy off his arm, glaring at Seto. The taller teen closes his book, expression tight.
"Care to say that again, MUTT?" His knuckles are white around the hard binding. Jounouchi puts his face right in Seto's, his hot breath rolling over stony features.
"I said, You. Damn. VA-GA-BOND."

Somewhere beyond the pounding of blood between his ears, Jounouchi can almost hear Honda attempting to warn him about something. He tries to listen in, but the endless depths of frozen artic seas hold him spellbound.
The teacher pulling his ear easily takes his mind off of Seto's eyes though.

Wait. Is that a hickey on Seto's neck?

"I will NOT have you disrupting my class again, Jounouchi Katsuya! You may be head honcho at your fancy company, but here I'M the big cheese! Now take your seat or you'll get detention for a month!"
"Ow! Ow! All right! Ow! Just let go!" He rubs his abused ear and returns to his desk, Seto's sharp smirk following him.
He should yell out what he saw hiding under Seto's collar and see if that damn smirk stays.

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A rough hand slides down the slick flesh of his back as the hand's owner rams into him, striking that spot deep inside that makes his every nerve sing in ecstasy.
His fists dig into the sweat-soaked sheets, his body straining with every thrust. He gasps and pants, starving for more than air. He needs that final push, his release.

Those cold sapphires that always glare at him demand it.
"AHH!"

The two teens take greedy gulps of air. The wet sheets don't do much to help cool them down after going at it for the better part of three hours.
"Damn, man. Who were you thinking about that got you THAT excited?"
"Whaddya mean?" Jounouchi mumbles against his friend's shoulder.
Honda rolls his eyes, then flinches when sweat drips into one. He knocks his now floppy hair away to prevent more painful occurrences. "C'mon, you can tell me. Not like we're romantically involved or anything. Besides, I happen to remember you yelling Jack Sparrow last time and Legolas the time before that." Jounouchi blushes.
"Yeah, well, they're really hot."
"So tell me who's hot this time. Promise not to laugh." The brunet grins.
"Promise promise?" Jounouchi sits up and rests his arms on his knees.
"Promise promise."

"Well?" urges Honda when Jounouchi remains silent.
"Um..." Honda sits up too, looking at his fair friend.
"C'mon, I promised I wouldn't laugh."
"I...I was thinkin' `bout...Kaiba."
"You're shittin' me!" The idea of Jounouchi being attracted to that certain classmate is ludicrous in his opinion. "That guy's a total dickweed!"
"I know! That's why I didn't wanna say anything! I don't like the guy, but..."
"But?"
"You know how they turn off the AC after hours so detention is hot as all get out? Seto took off his jacket."
"That iceberg can get hot?"
"I was surprised too. But damn, man. You should have seen him! He was still wearing a shirt but I could tell he has one hellva body!"
"But it's KAIBA, and the guy's totally straight." Jounouchi groans and lays his head against his folded arms.
"I know...I don't get it either. There's just...something about him."
"That why you started that fight?"
"I dunno...I guess. Maybe."
"You got it bad." Honda shakes his head. "Who woulda thunk?"
"Shut up. I don't got anything bad outside of one-sided lust."
"Your screaming Legolas is one-sided lust, Jounouchi."

Knock knock!

"Niichan! You told me to remind you about your science project!" Both boys jump, the conversation forgotten for the moment.
"Shit!"
"We forgot!"

~*~*~*~

Seto shuffles through several bills; heating, electric, cable, water... He sighs and looks at a vial running near empty of its precious lavender liquid.
As much as he would like to stay in today and hang out with his beloved brother, it's just won't be practical. They're going to need a bit more money to make sure there's enough to not only pay the bills and buy groceries, but to also purchase more medication. There's also the fact both of them will be in need of new clothes soon.

He puts everything away and changes out of the slacks and polo shirt he had put on that morning after his shower. He's going to need something more enticing if he hopes to attract certain customers.

Seto exits his room and calls out into the hall as he heads for the living room. "Mokuba, I have to work today. Will you be all right?"
"Yes, oniisama!" The young boy runs up to his brother from his bedroom and trips over a pillow that had fallen off the couch at some point without Seto noticing. "Whoa!"
"Mokuba!" Seto dives to his knees and grabs his brother before he can hit the ground. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks for the save. What about you? I heard your knees slam down pretty hard."
"I'm fine." He straightens the boy back up and puts the cushion where it should be. He's relieved that Mokuba can't see the grimace on his face. Hopefully, his knees won't bruise and are only tender from the sudden abuse.

"Is what you're wearing okay for work?" Mokuba wrinkles his brow, looking cutely confused. Seto blushes.
"I'm still getting changed. Your dinner is in the fridge on the usual shelf, and make sure to drink your milk. I'll be back to give you your medicine, okay?"
"Okay. Don't work too hard, oniisama. I'll just go surf around the net until you're back."
"It better be age appropriate," he dead tones.
"Well look at the time..." He takes off for his room.
"Mokuba!"

~

The meeting was long, boring, and didn't tell Jounouchi anything he hadn't already predicted. Talk about a waste of time. Even worse, it was much longer than it should have been because one guy wouldn't shut up! And now he's late. The others expected him to meet up for an early lunch before they went to the arcade. Not only has he missed lunch, but they would have been at the arcade for at least twenty minutes now!

The flaps of his white trench coat billow out as he dashes through the streets. "Just my luck this happens when I sent the driver home! Why did his kid's recital have to be today when I'm running late?" He scowls and picks up the pace. "So much for the leisurely walk!" He takes a sharp turn. "Yoink! Shortcut!" He runs down an ally and exits into the 'adult' part of town.

At Shizuka's insistence, Jounouchi tends to stay away from the red-light district. After all, what would people think? It's a scandal just waiting to happen.
But he can't disappoint his friends now, can he?

His eyes lock on a familiar face.
He freezes.

Kaiba is pressed to a wall, his throat bared in such a way it's both submissive and defiant. Like a God allowing a lowly mortal in their presence.
It's the first time Jounouchi has contemplated being on top with Seto. Just the thought of the strong-willed teen baring himself to him in such a way makes his groin stir.
A man in an Armani suit is holding the delectable brunet down, large hands clutch slim wrists, and square hips wedge between long legs. The man licks down the sweet curve of the brunet's pale neck.

Jounouchi sees green and red, and it's not Christmas.

"Hey! Get off him!"
Black hair brushes over Seto's neck as the man turns his head to look at Jounouchi with sharp, cold, calculating eyes. "One of your admirers, Seth?" Seto snorts.
"More like a stray dog." Jounouchi's hands form white-knuckle fists. The man smirks.
"My, my. What a protective little puppy. Am I infringing on your territory?" The man chuckles and forces Seto to arch by grinding into him. Jounouchi grits his teeth.
"Get. Off. Him." The man merely chuckles again.
"I really should be going anyway." He gives Seto a long and deep parting kiss, stuffing something Jounouchi can't see into Seto's coat pocket at the same time. "See you around, Seth. I'll call." Seto nods and watches the man leave.

Jounouchi glares at the man's back until the dark stained windows of his sports car hides him from view. "Man, Kaiba! Why'd you let a creep like that get the upper hand on y-" A hard right hook to his jaw cuts him off and sends him to land on his ass. "Ow! Fuck! What was that for?" The rest of his dignified rant dies off as he gets a clear look at his classmate.

Long blue, tailor-fit trench coat sans shirt, black leather pants so low Jounouchi can tell Seto must shave, knee-high boots, and mascara done around his eyes to give him an exotic Egyptian appearance. And that is DEFINITELY a hickey on his neck!
It's a full minute before the blond realizes he's being yelled at.

"-none of your business! And do you understand just how much money I lost, you fucking mongrel?"
"A hundred-thousand."
"If it was that much you'd be DEAD!"
"No, for a full day." Jounouchi climbs back to his feet, dusting the dirt off his white trench coat. "A hundred-thousand. Is that enough?"

For once, Seto is speechless.