Chemistry

Title: Chemistry

Author: iChosha

Pairing(s): Seto/Jou

Summary: Seto is back in college to get his MBA. To bulk up his resume he takes on a part time on-campus job. Too bad his superior happens to be the one person he planned on never seeing again.

Author Notes: Oh hai. I haven’t updated in a while have I? xD I’m so sorry, the past few months everything came together in a jumble and I didn’t have time to write. College finals, family, holidays. @__@ Oh my, so much going on.

But it’s over now and it’s almost time for me to start a new semester, so I figured I’d try to get at least one good chapter out. D: Plus I had this chapter put together in scribbly notes, so I all I had to do was put it together coherently. I did end up throwing a lot of extra stuff into it, but I’m happy with it. So beware, lots of PLOT, this chapter. >: Sorry, if you don’t liek mah plot. And excuse my bad puns. xD

As I have said before, I do not have a beta, but I am good at catching my own mistakes. So please forgive me if there are any typos or grammatical errors!

Oh yes, Kurasai Konoto is © Copyright me. Ok? :3

Chapter Three: Student-Teacher Relationships


Jou let himself fall into his bed, nose squishing against cheap, rock-hard pillows. He stared at his desk across the room, vibes of hatred so strong, he was concerned why the desk wasn’t on fire yet.

After coming home and putting on a pair of pants that weren’t quite so sticky, he had checked the mail, expecting nothing more than the usual assortment of bills, organizations asking for money, and porn advertisement.

Instead he found a thin envelope with the government seal on it. It was a notice that the new interstate being built would cut directly through his land where his house sat and that he was required to move because they would be confiscating the land for construction.

The letter said he would be “compensated” and that he had a month to move out, but upon closer inspection Jou realized the notice was over two weeks late and that he now had less than a week to find somewhere else to live.

“Fucking mail system. They always lose my important shit!” he slammed a fist into the wall, leaving an impressive dent. A slight wild look in his eyes, Jou smirked and made another, who cared; they were going to demolish the house anyways.

Considering it all, Jou didn’t care too much about the house itself. It had no real sentimental value, it was just a residence. It was the location Jou really cared about. It was situated in the Japan countryside, nothing for miles but rice patties and silence. That is what he loved, no one bothered him out here and he could escape all of his city memories, including those of Seto.

Now what was he going to do? It had taken him months to find this house and then a few more to convince the owners to sell it. He would never find another one like it in time.

Sitting up, Jou sighed; he figured he had two options. Either buy a shitty, cramped apartment surrounded by loud city-folk, or put the majority of his possessions into storage and live in his office until he could find a place that could compare to the one he was about to lose.

It’s not like he hadn’t slept in his office before. He actually kept a fold-out cot tucked behind his bookcase for those nights he couldn’t stand to sleep at home. Jou nodded to himself, maybe this could really work, he had yet to get caught by the college for sleeping there overnight and the campus had everything he needed. Locker-rooms with showers, there was a staff lounge with a mini kitchen and there were even washer and dryers in the basement.

Sleeping in his quiet, closed office was much more appealing than in a tiny apartment with people yelling at 3am next door.

Jou leapt up smiling, “It will work!”

First he left the city’s private storage company a message, saying he was interested in a large storage compartment and asking how soon could he have one.

Then he limited himself to four boxes, convincing himself it was all that would be able to fit into his office without it being suspicious. Everything else would have to go into storage for now.

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Seto sat at the kitchen island watching his oatmeal cool and harden like lava from a calming volcano.
He had slept like a hibernating bear every night since borrowing Jou’s shirt and every morning he woke up dreading having to return it.

The CEO was hoping that the large donation he had given the college for the science department had been put into effect, so that Jou would be so thrilled with new trays he wouldn’t think twice about his missing shirt.

Tonight was the night he was supposed to show up for his job in the Chem lab, but he didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to explain the donation or the missing shirt.

But.

He wanted to see Jou.

Actually, he wanted more than just to see Jou, he wanted to hold him and tou-

“Seto?” Mokuba’s teen voice rang from down the hall, breaking Seto’s increasingly perverted train of thought.

He cleared his throat, “Yes?”

Mokuba’s head popped around the kitchen corner, already smiling despite it being so early in the morning.

“Oh good, you’re up! What’s for breakfast?

Seto poked his bowl of spoon-stuck-in-edible-cement, “Oatmeal…”

“Ew. Will you make me French toast instead?” the younger Kaiba asked, already in puppy-dog-eye mode.

He sighed and pushed the cold bowl away, “Would you mind if you had the chef do it? I’m not much in the mood for cooking right now, Mokuba.”

The raven-haired boy nodded in serious understanding and hit the intercom button to page the chef hired for that week, then he turned back to his brother, a solemn look on his face.

“You know, the longer you wait to tell him, the more likely it’ll fuck everything up. And not in that good way either.”

Seto’s bowed head shot up and he invoked a parental death glare, “MOKUBA, WHERE DID YOU GET SUCH A MOUTH?”

“Listening to you during business meetings on the phone,” he squealed.

“And tell who, what exactly?” the older boy hissed, an eyebrow raised.

“You know exactly who, big brother. You think I don’t pay attention, but I doooo.” Mokuba declared in a sing-song voice, feet already carrying him down the hall to the chef’s quarters.

French toast doesn’t make itself you know.

Seto cupped his face in his hands, his elbows leaning heavy on the counter top. The little brat was right, in a really annoying kind of way.

The longer Seto waited to say something, the more damage it could do when he finally did say something.

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Jou heaved the last of the boxes out of his car and started the trek towards his office. It wasn’t even 7am yet and he hoped anyone who saw him wouldn’t give a damn about why a teacher was carrying a box full of clothes into the building.

The blond had already been able to get in contact with the storage company and the kind secretary had assured him they would have a space ready for him by that afternoon and he could schedule for them to pick up his things anytime after 2pm.

He had thanked her and requested them to be at his house no later than four, but would it be possible for them to be finished by 6:30. She said her movers would do the best they could, but it would depend on the amount of items and how large they were.

Luckily for him, he didn’t own much furniture, most of what he had were boxes of trinkets that had never been unpacked. In fact he still had all of his original moving boxes, he just never bothered to throw them out and now he was grateful he didn’t.

The only real problem he had left was that he was meeting Seto at seven-thirty for the Chem lab job which meant the movers had to be finished by six-thirty or Jou wouldn’t have enough time to lock up the house and drive back to the college without being late.

Remembering that this was the government and the mailing system’s fault, he began cursing them both again, thinking of all the possible ways he could blow up a mail truck and make it look like an accident.

He was so caught up in his thoughts of illegality that he didn’t even notice the other man until it was too late, and they collided, causing a flurry of clothing to rain from the sky for a moment.

“Oh no! Sensei, gomen, gomen! Please forgive me! I didn’t even see you and you couldn’t see me with that box in the way! Please forgive me, Sensei!”

Jou ran his hand through his hair and looked up from his position on the floor to see a student bowing in front him, babbling about forgiveness.

The blond let out a loud laugh filled with relief, “Ah, it’s ok. I was too busy in my own thoughts to look where I was going. It was my fault.”

The student looked up and smiled, then offered a hand to help his professor up. Jou took the offer and let out a grunt as he was pulled up like a small child rather than a full adult.

“Geez, you’re really strong kid.”

The younger man smiled, scratching the back of his head, “Thank you, Sensei! I work out a lot…”

“I can see… er, what was your name again? There are so many students, I sometimes forget names, please forgive me.”

Jou thought he saw a shadow cross the other’s face, but he blinked and it was gone, the man was smiling again.

“Ahahaha… that’s ok. I understand. My name is Kurasai Konoto, I’m in your Chem II class.” the student held out his hand.

Jou shook his hand and took the chance to study the other man. He had shoulder length, straight, white hair with a silver glow in the fluorescent lighting and although his complexion was very young looking, Jou could just see the outline of toned muscles under his fitted shirt.

Even though he looked like an average college student at a glance, Jou suspected he was older than he portrayed himself to be.

Jou himself was now twenty-six and in his second year of teaching and this guy didn’t seem much younger than him.

“Ah…I..kind of remember. You sit in the very front, yah?” the blond tried, thinking Kurasai was hurt Jou hadn’t remembered him on sight.

The silver haired man showed an even brighter smile and shook his head with enthusiasm, “Yeah, I love your lectures, Sensei! I’m so glad you remember me now. I’ve taken your class three times already!”

Jou felt something click in his brain; this was the student he kept having to fail because he never showed up for the final exam.

“Oh yah? Well, I’m glad I ran into you then. Come down to my office and we could talk about your grades…” maybe now he could get an explanation from the guy and fix his own teaching record. Every time a student fails your class, a note is attached to your teaching file and Jou was worried if he got too many so early in his teaching career he could be fired.

“Really?! That would be wonderful, Sensei!” the man gushed, “Oh, but let me help you pick up your things. I’m really sorry I ran into you.”

“That’s ok…I have a lot on my mind.”

Both bent down to pick up Jou’s clothing, folding each item and taking turns placing them back in the box.

As Jou stood up with the re-filled box under his arm, he felt a growing terror at the back of his mind, what if the guy asked why he was bringing a box of clothes to school, what reasonable excuse could he use?!

“Ah. Gomen for asking Sensei, but, why exactly do you have all those clothes with you? Are they for Chem lab?”

Jou felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and he swiveled on his feet, starting towards his office, “Oh, you see…my washing machine…at home. It’s broken! And it can’t be fixed until next week, but I still need clean clothes you know. And there’s a few machines in the basement and the school doesn’t mind if I use them. I have to get clean clothes somehow.” he finished his sentence with a nervous laugh and felt his pace quicken.

Maybe asking the kid back to his office was a bad idea right now.

“But Sensei, why not just use a laundry mat?” the student reasoned.

Jou could hear suspicion growing in the other man’s voice.

‘Shit! I’m backing myself into a corner here!’

“Uhhh…the only laundry mat I know of is closed today and I have no more clean clothes!” Jou explained, his office now in sight.

“Sensei, I could do your laundry for you… I have a washer and dryer at my house.” Kurasai offered, a strange whine in his voice.

Warning bells went off in Jou’s head and he decided now was definitely not the time to be letting this guy in his office.

He looked at his watch and widened his eyes acting as panicked as he could. “Oh crap, I’m sorry Kurasai-kun, but I have a meeting I have to attend in a few minutes. Could I schedule a time to meet with you later?”

Kurasai’s eyes narrowed and his smile disappeared.

“Sensei, I know for a fact, that there are no faculty meetings today.” he said, his cheerfulness replaced by a flat, cold voice.

“What are you hiding? TELL ME.” the white haired man demanded, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls.

Jou took his keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked his door in a calm manner, placed the box inside his office and turned back to face the man.

“It is none of your business Kurasai-kun and I would appreciate it if you didn’t ask any more personal questions.” Jou stated, trying to keep his temper and the alarm bells in his head from going berserk. He wasn’t a highschooler anymore and one of his temper tantrums could get him fired.

Kurasai slammed Jou into the concrete wall by his neck, exerting as much force as he could without crushing the blond’s wind pipe.

“Actually, it is my business,” Kurasai hissed, “You’ve been my business ever since I first saw you in high school.”

Despite being the same height and build, Kurasai was much stronger than Jou first anticipated and he decided that this was now a serious problem.

“Kura-…sai…ku…n…I-“ Jou choked out, but was cut off as the white haired man put more pressure on his throat.

“You listen to me, Sensei. I have been waiting all these years to tell you how I feel. I’ve taken your class three times in a row trying to get your attention and after all that, you still can’t even remember my name?!” he snarled.

The blond watched his student’s yellow-green eyes swirl around and dilate in anger; maybe he should start paying more attention to the people around him.

Jou felt the lack of oxygen kick in and decided enough was enough, he didn’t want to hurt the guy, but he had to defend himself.

‘Fuck this.’

Jou managed a swift, and somewhat accurate kick to the other man’s crotch and felt wonderful air fill his lungs again as Kurasai collapsed to the ground, howling in furious pain.

He rubbed his neck and grimaced in pain as his fingers brushed over an already forming bruise. He then cleared his throat and looked down at his wounded, writhing student.

“No, you listen to me, Kurasai-kun. I don’t know exactly what you’re after, but you won’t get it like that. And show some god damn respect for your teacher, violence against college staff is strictly forbidden and I see no reason why I shouldn’t report you right now and have you expelled.”

And suddenly, the white haired man was on his feet, demeanor flipped again.

“Oh no, please, Sensei! Please don’t report me. I’m over halfway done with my studies, if I got kicked out I would have to start over somewhere else and I can’t afford it! My…my parents…disowned me, when they found out I was gay. My job barely covers my college tuition as it is now. If I had to start over…I probably wouldn’t. I would end up stuck at a dead end job for the rest of my life. Please Sensei…”

Jou couldn’t help but feel the need to reach out to him despite what just happened. The guy’s story was close to his own and he could understand the desperation the other man was feeling at losing out on being successful in life.

Kurasai bowed deeply, “Sensei, I want to be successful like you! You inspire me…please. Please give me another chance.”

The blond exhaled slowly, wincing at the burn of air rushing past his bruised wind pipe.

“Alright, listen. I won’t report you on two conditions.” he said, using his I-have-authority-over-you voice.

“Anything Sensei! I promise!” the white haired man cried, bowing forward even further.

“First off, you must finish my class and pass the final exam. If you fail, you will not be allowed to take my class again. Yah’ll just have to repeat the course with a different professor. Second, outside of class leave me alone, do not approach me. Do not follow me, wait outside my office. Whatever. Leave me alone, or I will report you and you will be expelled. Got it?”

Jou stared Kurasai square in the eye as he stood back up, attempting to get his full point across.

A look of heartbreak came over the student’s face, but he nodded in agreement.

“I understand Sensei, I’ll see you in class tomorrow…” he whispered and limped down the hall to his class.

Jou nodded and went into his office, making sure to lock the door behind him. He didn’t want any more psychos coming into his office, real or not.

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Seto stared out his large office windows, watching the city’s three o’clock rush hour pass by. If he was going to cancel he needed to do it now or never. If he waited too long, Jou might not get the message and end up waiting for Seto for hours and getting really pissed at him.

And Seto certainly didn’t want that.

“Then again, if I do cancel, he’ll get pissed…so I lose no matter what I do,” the brunet muttered.

A perverted idea edged its way to the corner of his mind and then started waving a red flag to get his attention.

‘Maybe if I just…just this once, get a little ‘stress relief’ in beforehand, it won’t be so awkward to be around him.’ he thought.

“I wish I had that shirt with me.” Seto mumbled, feeling guilty for wanting it.

The brunet rarely masturbated, especially not at work, but his subconscious had convinced him this would be the best course of action to resolve his problem and he couldn’t help but agree.

Especially considering how long it had been since he last had any “stress relief”.

His eyes darted around the office, checking that the coast was clear, even though it always was. No one dared come into his office when he was there. Not even his secretary or the janitor.

He dug around in one of his desk drawers, reaching all the way into the back, groping for the small bottle of lube he kept there.

It had only been used once, but that was awhile ago and he was a little concerned it might have dried up or leaked or something.

At last his fingers wrapped around the thin tube and he pulled out, a small triumphant look on his face. He clicked the cape open and tested it. Yep, it was still good.

Now he just needed a hard-on.

Seto tried thinking of hot women he had seen in porn movies, but his cock just sat there, like it was waiting for him to think about what he REALLY wanted to think about.

Jou.

The brunet always felt like it was somehow disrespectful for him to be thinking of the blond when he jacked off, but it was the only thing that worked. Everything else made his penis burrow back into his pants and refuse to rise to the occasion.

After several more minutes of trying to coax a hard-on with the thought of boobs he gave into the temptation of Jou.

Seto called on one of his favorite wet dreams of Jou and sat back in his chair, unbuttoning his pants.
It was a simple dream with a strange, mechanical feel, but it always had him creaming his pants before it was over.

It would always start out with him just hearing Jou’s voice, begging for release, telling Seto he was the only one who could make him come.

Then there would be a door, it would open and pull Seto through it and throw him onto his bed. He would look up and see Jou chained to the headboard facedown, with his ass stuck in the air, spread wide by chains pulling his legs apart.

“Oh gods, Seto… please…” Jou would whisper, turning his head to look at Seto with pleading eyes glazed over in lust.

At this point, Seto would feel his body move forward and he would lie down and pull himself under Jou until their faces were even each other. They would kiss for a moment, then Seto would find himself naked and very hard.
Jou would grind his hips against Seto’s and whimper, begging him more. Seto would run his hands through the blond’s hair and then push him down to his length.

Jou’s eyes would widen in surprise, then he’d purr in approval before sucking him off, slow and skillfully, while in between mouthfuls beg Seto to take him.

After what seemed like hours of being at the brink, Seto would pull Jou back up for a kiss and then slide down between the blond’s legs and run his tongue along his member in a teasing manner, and every so often asking how he wanted it.

He would always be incoherent at this point and Seto would take it as his cue to move on. He would position himself at Jou’s entrance, pushing in so slow Jou would start to shake in anticipation.

Just as Seto would fully enter the blond, he’d wake up, panting and sweating, his boxers completely soaked from multiple orgasms.

Seto pulled himself from his dream and let out a few final gasps as he came for the second time.

“Oh gods..Jou..mmm.” was all he could manage as he slipped into a satisfied nap-like state in his office chair.

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Jou stared at his desk clock. It was five past nine, Seto was over an hour late. Either something was wrong or he blew Jou off because he’s an asshole.

The blond was opting for the CEO being an asshole and considered leaving for the night, but then he remembered he had nowhere else to go.

The movers had showed up on time and finished up in less than an hour, so now all of Jou’s belongings except for what was in his office was securely locked up at their storage facility across town.

That didn’t bother him much, he never used much of that stuff anyways, he just missed the idea of having his own house.

Sighing in defeat, Jou unfolded his sleeping cot and snatched his pillow and blanket from a box, stripped down to a pair of lounge pants and settled in for the night. It was early, but he was tired from the day’s events.
Although the room was dark, it was also small and he was positive he could see the door’s deadbolt in the lock position. Without checking it he drifted off to sleep.

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Seto sped through town in his Mustang muttering, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

The CEO had woken up an hour after he was supposed to meet Jou for his job and was now very late.

“I should have just fucking canceled!”

He pulled into the college parking lot about nine-thirty and sprinted across the campus to the science wing, hoping that Jou was and wasn’t there at the same time.

Seto reached Jou’s hall and groaned in defeat. The Chemistry lab was dark and locked and Jou’s office was closed.

“Argh, well. Maybe he’s still in there,” he deliberated.

The brunet knocked on Jou’s door a few times but there was no reply. He couldn’t tell if a light was on from the crack under the door because of the hall lights, so he tried opening it.

To his surprise he pushed it open with ease. The tiny room was dark, but as Seto opened the door further he felt it bump into something.

He peered around the heavy door and saw Jou sprawled out on a thin blue, cot. He was naked from the waist up, the rest covered by a blanket and his face was soft with the look of sleep.

Seto couldn’t stop the words from coming out, “What the hell, Jou?!”

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Author’s Notes: Wasn’t that fun? :D Lol at Seto being a pervert!

As I was writing this I noticed how Kurasai resembles Bakura and I was like “OH GOD, CLONE.” But, they are different people, with different motives. Kurasai really isn’t like Bakura, he’s not as messed up, he just needs a boyfriend. D:

And just so you know. This is not the last time we shall see Kurasai Konoto lurking outside Jou’s office.
Dun…dun…dun… o.o

Oh yeah, ten and a half pages. Highfives for me. :D Hell yeah!

I will say it again, I do not have a beta, so there may be mistakes, but I’m good at catching my own and if there are any I apologize. Plus, if I do find any after I post this, I will fix it. K? :3