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Source of Eternal Frustration
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,966
Reviews:
68
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or the characters in it. That honor belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I do not make any money from these writings, they are strictly for my own and others enjoyment.
Denial
[Hello People of the Internet!
I was really surprised at how well-received this misfit of mine was, and as a reward I decided to type and post this fast.
I do not guarantee anything. I am VERY nervous about this. A sequel has to either be as good, or better and expectation from me, myself and I, plus what I think you guys expect has put my nerves on edge.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. I read your reviews and my reacion was something alond the lines of: "I love you guys!!"
Thank you for reviewing, reading and liking :)]
This fic has been placed in the caring hands of my wonderful Beta; a heart-felt thank you for her hard work.
'Kimba LionHeart': http://anime2.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296868044.
Denial.
Kaiba stood there, watching his wayward Puppy running off. He chuckled.
Well, this had been success. He had caught Jou off guard, kissed him without too much struggling or fighting and had marked him as his own.
Yes, definitely a success.
----------
The conversation from earlier kept spinning through Jou’s head. It mixed with his anger, frustration and outrage. At the nerve of Kaiba and his actions. Of the kiss.
God, he hadn’t expected anything mushy or romantic after the kiss, but still. Jou stopped his manic pacing of the room, straightened up, put on his best Kaiba-face and said in a deep slurry high-and-mighty voice
“’Because I can’. .. ARGH!” Damn that son of a bitch.
He stomped to the table, filled a glass half with vodka and downed it. He didn’t drink. It was a principle he liked to follow, but unheard-of situations called for unheard-of actions. The lightly tanned face scrunched up as the booze went sizzling down his throat. Danm. That stuff could dissolve anything. Maybe it could rid his mouth of Kaiba? He looked questionably at the bottle for some time. Then shrugged and took a swig. It burned down his throat and he decided that it would have to suffice. The bottle returned to its rightful place and Jou resumed his slow destruction of his carpet; pacing yet again.
He was embarrassed to find himself turned on by the kiss. Sure, he thought, anyone would be turned on if some rich, hot, obviously skilled, CEO started kissing them, but this was Kaiba. He knew the son of a bitch, had fought him, insulted him and had been publicly humiliated by him. He should not get turned on by him as well. This just put way too much power in Kaibas side of the playing field.
Not to mention that he was, well, him. Jounouchi. Kaiba shouldn’t want to kiss him, it was not right? It just didn’t fit into his picture of the uptight, icy brunette.
If Kaibas plan had been to confuse him, then he had done one hell of a job. His mind was comparable to his room: a complete mess.
It must have been another one of Kaiba’s ways of shaking him. It must have been some form of sick joke. Nothing else made sense. Kaiba couldn’t be gay. And he couldn’t possibly know that Jou himself was looking both ways in the closet.
A joke. Nothing more than Kaiba trying to fuck with his head
He settled himself on his couch and slammed his hand on the coffee-table. It was settled. He would sleep, work and hide the mark on his neck. Everything would be fine and back to normal.
Even as he convinced himself of this, a small voice raised its concern for other possibilities. He mentally bound and gagged it in the back of his mind.
MONDAY
Jou was awakened by the most annoying sound in the world, next to Kaibas voice.
His alarm-clock.
An arm emerged from the bed, grabbed the clock and threw the annoying sleep-disturber at the opposite wall. It reached its destination with a satisfying crash. New alarm clocks were without a doubt, one of the biggest expenses on his monthly bill.
After twisting and turning in his bed for 20 minutes he finally got up, dragged himself to the bathroom, entered the shower and turned on the cold water.
After his wake-up-shower he got dressed, ate, brushed his teeth, got his bag ready and then started the most important part of this morning: Covering up that damn mark. He had been in some beauty-store and bought the best cover-shit-with he could buy for as little money as possible. Now he was applying it with great care. It could not be noticeable. Even for Atemu with his freakish 6th sense for hidden stuff.
When he was satisfied he hid the beauty-product in his sock-drawer again, and left for school.
As he sat down in class and led his normal conversations with Yuugi and the gang, he tried and succeeds quite well in ignoring Kaiba. He heard all the gossip from after he had mysteriously left the party. When asked why, he merely said that he had to work early the next day. Which was true! Nobody batted an eye at his explanation except Bakura who looked at him a little longer before turning his attention towards the now talking Ryou. There was a lot to tell about the party apparently.
Yuugi and Atemu had witnessed Otogi and Honda sneaking off and they hadn’t returned to the party. Luckily for Jou, since all their attention went to the unfortunate couple because of it, he was left alone with his pathetic excuse. He made sure to add his comment on the matter from time to time, anything else would’ve been suspicious. Truthfully he had totally seen it coming. All their fighting was just a test of who would be dominant. A fight he actually wasn’t sure who had won. That would be fun to poke at Honda with, whether he got nailed, or if he did the nailing. A smile spread on his face and he looked up at Honda with mischief, and the brown-haired boy looked slightly nervous. The bell sounded and the teacher arrived. Everyone found their seats, and Jou continued to refuse to look to his right where he knew Kaiba was sitting. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing exactly how much he had riled him up with his practical joke.
He kept avoiding Kaiba all day. Keeping to his friends and not even sending him the mandatory evil eyes that used to be a standard every time they saw each other in the halls or classrooms. He made sure that he didn’t come off as frightened or submissive. He was just a tad more impertinent than usual towards Kaiba. He gave him the silent treatment, and was quite proud of himself.
When the end of the school day finally arrived on scene Jou dragged Honda out to the men’s-bathroom and pinned him with a steely look. Honda swallows audibly. He smiled a wicked smile and said in a teasing voice:
“So, who’s on top?”
Honda straightened up and looked down at Jou, trying to intimidate him with his advantage in height. It obliviously didn’t work. He had tried the same trick before, and it never worked.
“.. Otogi”
Jou grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about mate. And thank you!”
“For what?” Honda asked suspiciously
“This means that I have won my bet, I will give you half since you made it happen”
Honda gaped at him, and then turned angry
“You betted on me being the submissive?! With who?”
“Strangely enough, Yuugi was convinced that Otogi would bottom. Oh, I look forward to collecting my reward.”
Jou kept his grin and Hondas anger remained, although not as potently. He stepped closer to Jou, looking down at him with a menacing glare.
Just then, the door opened and Kaiba stepped inside.
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What the hell was Honda doing near his Puppy?
He cleared his throat and looked at Jou, but then settled his eyes on Honda. He gave a sharp nod to the door and Hondas eyebrows furrowed. Then the brunette looked down at Jou’s slightly frightened expression, and he grinned. Then walked out. Jou kept looking at the brunettes back until he was out. Jou looked slightly apprehensive at the situation. Good.
----------
Oh shit. Kaiba.
Kaiba motioned with his head for Honda to leave.
‘Please, don’t!’
He knew his expression must have given something away because Honda looked down at him, and could read his minor fear. Then he grinned and left
‘No no no no!! You traitor! So, I betted that you would bottom, don’t leave me with him?!’
He kept his eyes on Honda until he was out of sight.
Oh holy fucking crap.
Kaiba walked closer, stopping inside his personal bubble.
“Listen moneybags; I know you don’t socialize a lot, except with your laptop and board members, all of which do not count, but there is this thing called personal space. As the name might suggest it is space you do not invade unless invited. I did not invite, so would you do me the favor of please staying the fuck away, and keeping your distance, please?”
Wow, only one curse word. This was a new record for Jou when he was angry!
He stepped back. Kaiba snorted and followed. Jou rolled his eyes and repeated the motion, Kaiba following again. He was painfully aware of the soon-to-be lack of bathroom behind him. He went behind Kaiba and walked with quick steps towards the door.
4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter... Almost there! Almost freedom!
He reached for the doorknob and pulled. Just as his hopes had gotten up the door was slammed shut again by a hand above his head.
‘FUCK’
Another hand locked the door effectively cutting off that escape route. Would it be too desperate to jump out the window? It properly would..
[A.N: If this was very bad, please stop me before I make an even bigger fool of myself, please?
Love Mulle]
I was really surprised at how well-received this misfit of mine was, and as a reward I decided to type and post this fast.
I do not guarantee anything. I am VERY nervous about this. A sequel has to either be as good, or better and expectation from me, myself and I, plus what I think you guys expect has put my nerves on edge.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. I read your reviews and my reacion was something alond the lines of: "I love you guys!!"
Thank you for reviewing, reading and liking :)]
This fic has been placed in the caring hands of my wonderful Beta; a heart-felt thank you for her hard work.
'Kimba LionHeart': http://anime2.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296868044.
Denial.
Kaiba stood there, watching his wayward Puppy running off. He chuckled.
Well, this had been success. He had caught Jou off guard, kissed him without too much struggling or fighting and had marked him as his own.
Yes, definitely a success.
----------
The conversation from earlier kept spinning through Jou’s head. It mixed with his anger, frustration and outrage. At the nerve of Kaiba and his actions. Of the kiss.
God, he hadn’t expected anything mushy or romantic after the kiss, but still. Jou stopped his manic pacing of the room, straightened up, put on his best Kaiba-face and said in a deep slurry high-and-mighty voice
“’Because I can’. .. ARGH!” Damn that son of a bitch.
He stomped to the table, filled a glass half with vodka and downed it. He didn’t drink. It was a principle he liked to follow, but unheard-of situations called for unheard-of actions. The lightly tanned face scrunched up as the booze went sizzling down his throat. Danm. That stuff could dissolve anything. Maybe it could rid his mouth of Kaiba? He looked questionably at the bottle for some time. Then shrugged and took a swig. It burned down his throat and he decided that it would have to suffice. The bottle returned to its rightful place and Jou resumed his slow destruction of his carpet; pacing yet again.
He was embarrassed to find himself turned on by the kiss. Sure, he thought, anyone would be turned on if some rich, hot, obviously skilled, CEO started kissing them, but this was Kaiba. He knew the son of a bitch, had fought him, insulted him and had been publicly humiliated by him. He should not get turned on by him as well. This just put way too much power in Kaibas side of the playing field.
Not to mention that he was, well, him. Jounouchi. Kaiba shouldn’t want to kiss him, it was not right? It just didn’t fit into his picture of the uptight, icy brunette.
If Kaibas plan had been to confuse him, then he had done one hell of a job. His mind was comparable to his room: a complete mess.
It must have been another one of Kaiba’s ways of shaking him. It must have been some form of sick joke. Nothing else made sense. Kaiba couldn’t be gay. And he couldn’t possibly know that Jou himself was looking both ways in the closet.
A joke. Nothing more than Kaiba trying to fuck with his head
He settled himself on his couch and slammed his hand on the coffee-table. It was settled. He would sleep, work and hide the mark on his neck. Everything would be fine and back to normal.
Even as he convinced himself of this, a small voice raised its concern for other possibilities. He mentally bound and gagged it in the back of his mind.
MONDAY
Jou was awakened by the most annoying sound in the world, next to Kaibas voice.
His alarm-clock.
An arm emerged from the bed, grabbed the clock and threw the annoying sleep-disturber at the opposite wall. It reached its destination with a satisfying crash. New alarm clocks were without a doubt, one of the biggest expenses on his monthly bill.
After twisting and turning in his bed for 20 minutes he finally got up, dragged himself to the bathroom, entered the shower and turned on the cold water.
After his wake-up-shower he got dressed, ate, brushed his teeth, got his bag ready and then started the most important part of this morning: Covering up that damn mark. He had been in some beauty-store and bought the best cover-shit-with he could buy for as little money as possible. Now he was applying it with great care. It could not be noticeable. Even for Atemu with his freakish 6th sense for hidden stuff.
When he was satisfied he hid the beauty-product in his sock-drawer again, and left for school.
As he sat down in class and led his normal conversations with Yuugi and the gang, he tried and succeeds quite well in ignoring Kaiba. He heard all the gossip from after he had mysteriously left the party. When asked why, he merely said that he had to work early the next day. Which was true! Nobody batted an eye at his explanation except Bakura who looked at him a little longer before turning his attention towards the now talking Ryou. There was a lot to tell about the party apparently.
Yuugi and Atemu had witnessed Otogi and Honda sneaking off and they hadn’t returned to the party. Luckily for Jou, since all their attention went to the unfortunate couple because of it, he was left alone with his pathetic excuse. He made sure to add his comment on the matter from time to time, anything else would’ve been suspicious. Truthfully he had totally seen it coming. All their fighting was just a test of who would be dominant. A fight he actually wasn’t sure who had won. That would be fun to poke at Honda with, whether he got nailed, or if he did the nailing. A smile spread on his face and he looked up at Honda with mischief, and the brown-haired boy looked slightly nervous. The bell sounded and the teacher arrived. Everyone found their seats, and Jou continued to refuse to look to his right where he knew Kaiba was sitting. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing exactly how much he had riled him up with his practical joke.
He kept avoiding Kaiba all day. Keeping to his friends and not even sending him the mandatory evil eyes that used to be a standard every time they saw each other in the halls or classrooms. He made sure that he didn’t come off as frightened or submissive. He was just a tad more impertinent than usual towards Kaiba. He gave him the silent treatment, and was quite proud of himself.
When the end of the school day finally arrived on scene Jou dragged Honda out to the men’s-bathroom and pinned him with a steely look. Honda swallows audibly. He smiled a wicked smile and said in a teasing voice:
“So, who’s on top?”
Honda straightened up and looked down at Jou, trying to intimidate him with his advantage in height. It obliviously didn’t work. He had tried the same trick before, and it never worked.
“.. Otogi”
Jou grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about mate. And thank you!”
“For what?” Honda asked suspiciously
“This means that I have won my bet, I will give you half since you made it happen”
Honda gaped at him, and then turned angry
“You betted on me being the submissive?! With who?”
“Strangely enough, Yuugi was convinced that Otogi would bottom. Oh, I look forward to collecting my reward.”
Jou kept his grin and Hondas anger remained, although not as potently. He stepped closer to Jou, looking down at him with a menacing glare.
Just then, the door opened and Kaiba stepped inside.
----------
What the hell was Honda doing near his Puppy?
He cleared his throat and looked at Jou, but then settled his eyes on Honda. He gave a sharp nod to the door and Hondas eyebrows furrowed. Then the brunette looked down at Jou’s slightly frightened expression, and he grinned. Then walked out. Jou kept looking at the brunettes back until he was out. Jou looked slightly apprehensive at the situation. Good.
----------
Oh shit. Kaiba.
Kaiba motioned with his head for Honda to leave.
‘Please, don’t!’
He knew his expression must have given something away because Honda looked down at him, and could read his minor fear. Then he grinned and left
‘No no no no!! You traitor! So, I betted that you would bottom, don’t leave me with him?!’
He kept his eyes on Honda until he was out of sight.
Oh holy fucking crap.
Kaiba walked closer, stopping inside his personal bubble.
“Listen moneybags; I know you don’t socialize a lot, except with your laptop and board members, all of which do not count, but there is this thing called personal space. As the name might suggest it is space you do not invade unless invited. I did not invite, so would you do me the favor of please staying the fuck away, and keeping your distance, please?”
Wow, only one curse word. This was a new record for Jou when he was angry!
He stepped back. Kaiba snorted and followed. Jou rolled his eyes and repeated the motion, Kaiba following again. He was painfully aware of the soon-to-be lack of bathroom behind him. He went behind Kaiba and walked with quick steps towards the door.
4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter... Almost there! Almost freedom!
He reached for the doorknob and pulled. Just as his hopes had gotten up the door was slammed shut again by a hand above his head.
‘FUCK’
Another hand locked the door effectively cutting off that escape route. Would it be too desperate to jump out the window? It properly would..
[A.N: If this was very bad, please stop me before I make an even bigger fool of myself, please?
Love Mulle]