Who's the Boss?

Several weeks had passed, and Jounouchi was still doing surprisingly well at the running of the corporation. Kaiba was surprised, but not pleased. He was not looking forward to the possibility of actually having to be the blonde's personal assistant. Perhaps it was a mistake getting him that new set of clothing, Seto thought to himself.

Exasperated at the image Jou was putting forward with his lack of business attire, Kaiba had insisted on getting him fitted for a complete new wardrobe. Standing in the boardroom after yet another meeting, the blonde was talking away on his cellne. ne. It seemed that his new clothing was making him all the more confident. He was wearing an ensemble from his new wardrobe that day, a pair of black slacks with a black and silver belt, along with a fitted burgundy shirt and tailored black jacket. Kaiba's gaze kept returning to the open buttons at the top of tightly fitting satin shirt. That's simply unprofessional, the brunette thought, though the jittery feeling in his stomach didn't seem to match his concious thought. In fact, ever since Jou had started really taking charge, he'd felt strange stirrings in his belly everytime his flinty blue eyes fell on him. He would chew antacid tablets like they were candy all day, but for some reason they did nothing to ease the fluttery feeling.

Jou snapped the phone shut and looked over at Kaiba. Over the past few weeks he had felt a change come over himself. The business was going smoothly, but not without a lot of work. He had learned a good measure about diplomacy and compromise due to his experiences with KaibaCorp, but he had also learned when one needs to be agressive and take charge of the situation in order to get what one wanted.

He walked over to Kaiba, who was leaning against the table, arms folded across his chest and with a sour expression on his face. Jou stood a few feet in front of him, a small smirk across his lips.

"What's the matter Kaiba? Your company just made 20 million today, you think you'd be happy."

Shaken out of his thoughts, Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but I'm sure we're going to lose four times that by the end of this month, knowing how irresponsible you are. You were an idiot for making that deal."

A slight sparkle gleamed in Jou's warm brown eyes as he took a step forward. "I don't think so Kaiba. Ya see, he's got the rights to a new product. I already told him we'd only help him out if I can inspect the product myself and verify that it'll make sales and that all of its specs are up to par."

The familiar smirk played upon the brunette's lips. "Listen to you, using the big words now. Maybe if you use enough of them, people might mistake it for intelligence."

Jou took another step forward, now standing only a few inches from the other's face.

"You know what I think? I think you're scared now. I'm actually doing real well at keeping this place going. I'm even turnin' a profit. Maybe I could even run this place better than you, given enough time. And you realize that you underestimated me. And that scares you because you're not used to be bein' wrong about anything."

"I'm not scared of you." He stared back into Jou's brown eyes, which had darkened to the point of being nearly black.

"You should be," Jou grinned evilly, taking Kaiba by the shoulders and pushing him back against the table, claiming his lips with his own. His eyes remained open as he drank in the utterly stunned look upon the CEO's face, the man who'd never been without a response for any situation. Jou tried to force his tongue past the brunette's lips, but Kaiba held them firmly closed.

Seto began to struggle, trying to free his arms from Jou's iron grasp, but to no avail. He felt the other boy's leg slide up in between his own, brushing against his manhood, eliciting a groan against his will. Jou's leg slid further up, adding pressure and making Kaiba's mouth open in a sudden gasp. Taking advantage of the situation, the blonde slid his tongue into the boy's mouth, delving deep to taste what he had been waiting weeks for. He kissed forcefully, his tongue fully exploring the planes of Kaiba's mouth, claiming it as his territory alone. He felt the other boy start to relax, the brunette's breathing becoming as ragged as his own. Kaiba had begun timidly stroking Jou's tongue with his own, every now and then the continuing prodding movements of Jou's leg making him moan softly.

Jou felt Kaiba's arms twine about his neck, stroking the silky strands of blonde hair with a sense of wonder. With a triumphant grin, Jounouchi began leaving a trail of alternating kisses and nibbles all along his jawline. He stroked the sensitive spot behind his ear gently with his tongue, moving to nibble the lobe gently. Kaiba's moans had began to become louder, and his hands had begun moving of their own volition, traveling down the front of the younger boy's satin shirt, feeling the well developed muscles beneath it.

Jou reached down with one hand, stroking Kaiba lightly through his slacks. The brunette released a sudden gasping moan, his back arching, pushing himself against Jou. A self-satisfied chuckle escaped his lips at Seto's reaction. He stroked for a little while longer through the clothing, feeling the older boy's cock grow larger with each movement he made.

As suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Jounouchi pulled away and picked up his cell phone and briefcase, giving a wave and a devious smile to Kaiba as he opened the door.

"I'll see you tonight, Kaiba."

Kaiba's ice blue eyes swam with confusion as he lay back against the table, nothing to keep him company except his own arousal. What had just happened?

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