Stolen Kisses, Purchased Love

Okay, so not the ravings I would have loved. No, tears yet.
Well, I guess I put in some descriptions, until someone screams for me to stop.
Now, let's see how confused this leaves you.


Chapter Four: The Three Stooges and Redwall


Jou tossed in the bed, unable to sleep even though the mattress was extremely comfortable and the sheets soft and clean smelling.
Finally, he threw aside the comforter and rose from the bed.
He would likely get into trouble, but he snuck out the door anyway. He gave a brief thought to how far the collar would allow him to go, even touching it lightly as stepped into the hall. Creeping down the dark corridor, he started to hear a strange sound. Somewhere in the house, someone was laughing.
Jou aimed for this friendly sound, assuming it was a household servant or two enjoying the peace while the master of the place was asleep.
Light crept out from under a door ahead and Jou gently turned the handle.
Inside the room a TV was on and Jou squinted at the screen.
Moe and Larry were taking turns poking Curly in the eye and the guy watching from the couch between Jou and the screen was chuckling at their actions.
Jou let go of the door and it swung itself shut with an audible click.
The watcher heard this and turned to show Jou a surprisingly familiar face. “Aoshi? What are you doing out of bed?” Seto asked.
“C-c-couldn’t sleep.” Jou stammered out, unable to believe he had just caught Kaiba watching ‘The Three Stooges’, “I-I-I tried, really.”
“Well, you have had a difficult day. Come in and watch with me. I love these guys.”
“You like the Stooges?” Jou asked, incredulously, as he dropped onto the couch.
“I used to watch them with Mokuba. They are funny.” Kaiba admitted. “They are only on late at night now, so I stay up and watch them. I miss Mokuba less, this way.”
Jou nodded as he thought about the brunet’s statement.
Several prat-falls, punches and stunts later, Jou’s eyes felt heavy, the lids fighting to stay open. Seto continued to chuckle as the three men on the TV made mock attempts on each other’s lives.
As the credits rolled, he looked down at the weight on his shoulder.
Jou was asleep.
Seto sent a mental thank you to his brother for insisting that he buy that Bow-flex and stick to a strict work-out program.
Hidden from the world, under his stiff coats, jackets, sweaters and loose fitting shirts, was a body of steel. Not overburdened by excessive muscles , but firm and toned and well up to the burden of hauling a one hundred and ninety-five pound man in a chiffon nighty up a short flight of stairs to the waiting bed.
Jou never even woke up as Kaiba tucked him under the covers and brushed his bangs out of his face.
“You were beautiful today. I knew that you would be a natural.” Kaiba said, before tapping Jou’s nose lightly with his index finger and rising. “Good-night, Aoshi.” he added, then he left the room silently.

Jou woke to the smell of roses.
He opened his eyes and looked around.
“Shit, I guess it wasn’t a dream.” He growled as he recognized the room “And that means ….” he added, eyes wide as he lifted the covers to find the nightgown had ridden up during the night, exposing his bound and straining penis. The longer he looked, the more it pulsed and pushed against its confinement. “Damn! This is gonna be bad.” Jou groaned throwing the covers off and rolling into a seated position on the side of the bed. When he’d achieved this, he realized he had another problem. He had to piss, bad.
After rushing to the bathroom and gathering the nighty around his waist, Jou settled onto the seat and relaxed his muscles.
The tinkling stream reminded him of his earlier problem.
He grabbed some paper and reached back to wipe away the residual drops. After dropping the paper into the bowl, his wrist rubbed along his softening shaft where it was held.
“Oh, Gods!” Jou exclaimed as the feeling rushed through him. He pushed his flat palm along the return path closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
A few more slow strokes and his hand began to speed up.
The friction was making his dick warm and, though it felt good, it was more frustrating than fulfilling. “Mmmhmmn,” he growled as he pushed his hips forward, trying to get more feeling. When this failed, he leaned back against the tank and sighed loudly.
“This isn’t getting me anywhere. In fact its just making it worse. Damn you, Kaiba.” he said as he stood and released the clothes, that dropped back to his ankles.
After washing his hands, he returned to the bedroom.
On top of the dresser, near his family pictures, he found a pile of folded clothes, a book and another note:

Aoshi,
Here are your clothes for today. I will be home after lunch.
Around Four.
Read this book, I just finished it, and we can discuss it over dinner.

KS

“Great! Now he‘s gonna tell me what to read, too.” Jou sighed looking at the cover. “‘The Legend of Luke’ by Brian Jacques.” He read out loud. “Man, this is the next Redwall book. I’m not this far along.” He said, putting the book down. “I'll have to finish the last one first.” he added.
Flipping through the clothes, he took them to the bed where he pulled the nighty over his head. He took it into the bathroom and tossed it into the hamper.
Next, he found a washcloth and a bar of sweet smelling soap.
Some warm water and a lot of scrubbing later, and Jou felt clean enough to face the clothes that waited for him.
He tossed the washcloth and the towel in on top of the nighty and returned to the bedroom.
This garter was made of black satin and there were red rosebuds decorating the fasteners on the straps. The stockings were black also, and finely detailed with a floral design. There was a soft silk camisole in charcoal gray to match the panties and a training-type bra.
Jou looked around the room as if feeling like he were being watched before he began installing the undergarments.
When the stocking were in place, he noted a darker strip of roses running up the outside of his calves.
Left on the bed was the corset and a cotton dress in silver gray with a loose-fitting wide black belt.
Hooking the corset was difficult, but when he slid the dress over him, it clung to him in ways that the corset enhanced. The belt hung uselessly below his waist in the front and its lack of hoops indicated this was its intent.
Lastly, Jou slid his feet into some gray velvet low-heeled pumps and stood before the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
“Damn, Kaiba.” he exclaimed at the finished product. “Where did you learn to do this”
A knock on the door startled him.
“Who is it?” he called.
“Miss, we need to clean the room. Master Kaiba said that you should have your breakfast as soon as you were ready. Are you almost ready?” a voice called back.
“Yeah, sure. Come on in.” Jou said, closing the bathroom door and turning to the exit.
The door opened and an elderly Japanese man entered followed by a mousy looking woman around forty five. “This is Yamata-san, Miss Aoshi. I am called Tanaka. She will help you finish and then clean. When you are ready, I will lead you to the kitchens.”
Yamata-san pulled a chair out from the dressing table where several tubes of make-up were left when Kaiba had finished with them the day before. Jou sat down and looked up at the plain woman in question. “I am very good with this, Si . . Ma’am. I was in this employment when Master Gozabura was still alive.” She assured him, lifting a creamy colored tube.
Soon, the make-up finished and hair coiffed, Jou followed the butler, Tanaka, through the halls, carrying his copy of ‘Mallfox’ with him.
Breakfast was light , but filling and Tanaka suggested he might like to read his book in the solarium.
By four o’clock, he had finished this book and begun the next, but only reached about two-thirds of the way through.
Tanaka collected him and took him to his room to ‘freshen up’ before Master Kaiba returned.
Jou sat at the dressing table, staring into his mirror and wondering what he was supposed to do.
The door was open, so he didn’t hear Kaiba come in. “Normally, you would want to reapply lip color and touch up the eye shadow. You’re going to have to learn this. Sit still.” he said, lifting the tube of lipstick and a hairbrush.
When he finished, he turned Jou back towards the mirror and the blond saw a natural and sincere looking smile cross the face of the austere CEO.
“You look so pretty. Let’s go make that phone call.” Seto said, standing back.
He took Aoshi to his private home office and put the receiver of his phone onto the speaker phone stand. “Go ahead, but I am listening.” he warned. “Tell him whatever excuse you want, but remember, if he decides to come and investigate, he will see you in your finest.” and a long thin hand gestured to the gray dress.
Jou swallowed before walking over and dialing Yugi’s apartment in Tokyo.
Three rings later, “Moshi Moshi,” came through the speaker.
“Hey, Yug. It’s, um . . . Jou,” he said, looking at Kaiba quickly and mouthing, silently, “He wouldn’t know Aoshi.”
Kaiba rolled his eyes and Jou concentrated on his friend.
“Jou? Where are you? I heard the news report and I knew you would call. I told Honda just last night.” Yugi rattled on.
“I know, Yugi. I‘m fine. I told you I‘d call. Tell Honda I keep my promises.” Jou said, pulling up the chair and sitting down. His position was not the most lady-like and Kaiba cleared his throat from where he stood, directly in front of the blond.
Jou looked up, then down at his spread knees, quickly snapping them together.
“So, where are you?” Yugi repeated.
“Where? I ‘m staying with . . . Um, Kaiba.” Jou stammered out, his mind coming up with possible excuses as fast as it could.
“Kaiba? Jou, are feeling alright? I know you had problems with your dad, but Kaiba?” Yugi said, his voice scoffing.
“Eh, Yug. He’s right here.” Jou said in a loud whisper.
“He is? Uh, Hya Kaiba,” Yugi called out.
“Hello Moutou. Did you have a problem with Jonouchi staying with me? I do have plenty of room, you know?” Kaiba stated, “And I have no qualms with his unique habits. I can even handle watching him eat.”
“Hey!” Jou shouted, looking back at the brunet.
“So, why did you decide to stay there, Jou?” Yugi injected.
“Oh, well. You know Yugi, while you guys have been off at school, me n’ Seto have burried the hatchet. He’s an okay guy.” Jou blundered along.
“Really, Jou. I’m glad. So, you’ve become good friends?” Yugi asked.
“Not like good friends, exactly. . . . I mean, we . . . Well, we. . . .”
“Jou, were you two dating? Is that why you moved in? Is that what you fought with your dad over? I knew you were gay, but oh, my gosh, that is soo cute.” Yugi was going a mile-a-minute and Jou was stunned silent by his friends assumptions.
“Yug, no. . . I didn’t . . “ Jou stammered.
“Moutou, stop!” Kaiba said firmly, not moving from his place, standing against the end of the desk. “Yes, you guessed it. Jonouchi and I are having an affair. We’ve been involved for sometime, but it is a secret.”
Jou turned to stare, open mouthed, at the brunet.
“I get it. Your reputation as a businessman. You can’t have the magazines reporting your homosexual relationship. Man, think of all those girls, crying about you not being so eligible anymore.” Yugi continued his raving.
“Yes. That might be sad for them.” Kaiba admitted, facetiously. “What a shame, that a bunch of silly girls, I’ve never even met, would loose their chance at me.”
“Yeah, he he he.” Jou laughed, half-heartedly.
“And they’d hate you, Jou.” Yugi added.
“We can’t have that, can we?” Kaiba said, “So if you would keep our little tryst between us, Moutou. And it’s nearly dinner time, so perhaps we’ll talk another day.”
“Oh, sure. Hey, Jou. I’ll see ya later, Okay?” Yugi said in farewell.
“Right. Later, Yug.” Jou said as Kaiba reached for the disconnect button.
After he had replaced the receiver, Jou turned to him. “Why’d ya tell him dat?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?” Seto returned.
“None of yer business!” Jou said, looking away.
“It is now. Is that why you asked about sex? Tell me, Aoshi. Have you had fantasies about me?” Seto asked, reaching a hand out to the blond. “Do I have a lot to measure up to?”
“It ain’t like that.” Jou said, taking the hand and being pulled to his feet. “I just figured out that I ain’t into girls like that. I told Yugi after I broke it off with Mai. Actually, I like the loud, brash types."
“Hmm, more like Otogi perhaps?” Kaiba suggested as he pulled Jou’s hand into the curve of his arm and led him out of the room.
“What do you know about Ryuuji?” Jou asked, a bit too eagerly.
“I know that you and he spent a great deal of time together, until last year. And now the diceman is in America. Do you miss him, terribly?” Kaiba continued.
“It didn’t work out, Okay? We decided mutually. And he’s in America on business.” Jou said before dropping the subject. “What’s for dinner?”
Kaiba laughed as he turned into the dining room, pulling Aoshi along.

Are we lost Yet?
A few messages to the reviewers and those who like to lurk and read:

This story is mainly in Jou's pov, but that could change at any minute.
There are some 'out there' Surprises and I will try to keep you on your toes.
All of the other Characters are still here, somewhere, and they will pop in from time to time.
Sorry, but most of them are not going to follow the popular shippers list.

Next Chapter: The Yugi File