Source of Eternal Frustration

[Hello!

This is fourth chapter (OMG!)

I had real trouble with this.

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I hope to have out another chapter in not too long.]



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Dealing





Bastard.. Fucking, freaking bastard.



He was at home again. Throwing his backpack next to the couch and went directly to his bathroom. It was the part of his apartment that he had valued highest. The part he had paid the most to get. It had an actual shower booth, not just a showerhead with water running all over the floor, soaking everything.



On his way to the bathroom he took off his clothes, just leaving a trail behind him from his dining/living room through the hall and into the bathroom.



Feeling the water run over him was great. It removed the lingering feeling of Kaibas hands all over him, made him fell less dirty.



His insides were a complete mess. On one hand he had wanted it, and had enjoyed it. On the other, he would have liked his first time with a guy to mean something. To be with someone he cared about, and not a one-time thing. It wouldn’t had to be a boyfriend, just not some cold-hearted bastard who viewed him as a fuck-toy. It pained him to admit, but he had hoped for something more. Something else. Just not that.



A bitter tear forced its way out and ran down his cheek, mixing with the water from the showerhead. It represented defeat to him. Kaiba had won. Again.



But how could anyone not be affected by him?



Jounouchi hated that he was. He hated that he had given into his lust, and not seen the bigger picture. He hated the taste of defeat that roamed his mouth, a bitter taste he had never wanted to experience like this again.



As he washed and soaped in his hair and body, the water went colder and he turned on the hot water further, not caring about the bill that would fly in his letterbox the next week. He washed out the soap and stood under the almost scolding rays of water for another 10 minutes.





When he woke the next morning and got himself ready for school, he ended up in front of his mirror with the cover-thing for his mark. He debated with himself a bit, but decided to cover it. Fuck Kaiba and his freaking ego. There would be no second time, and no way if Kaiba was going to dictate his life. Enough people had tried to do that already.



When he reached the outsides of the he stopped for a second, and breathed in deeply. Then he straightened up and went in, walking tall into the classroom and sitting down at his desk.



He knew that ignoring Kaiba would piss him off, but at the same time he didn’t want him too pissed, he didn’t want to trigger anything. So the day went by with semi-ignoring Kaiba and hanging with the gang. Which would mean normal. He did notice the angry look he had gotten when Kaiba noticed that the mark was indeed covered, but he didn’t care. He was his own master.



The bell rang and signaled the free-time for lunch they got every day. It was quite hot outside, so Yuugi suggested that they should eat outside for a change. Atemu looked like he looked forward to being outside in the sun, he loved the heat, and the rest looked pleased with the idea as well. As the sat down outside with their lunches; Jou finally let out a deep breath of air, relaxed back against the wall and closed his eyes. He shared the wall Bakura on his left and Honda on his right, the rest sat down across from them so that they made a circle. They ate with conversation floating among them, it was nice. Relaxing.



Halfway through lunch it was clear that Marik could no longer contain himself, and he grabbed Malik, dragging him of to God knows where. It triggered a look between Otogi and Honda, who had finally ‘published’ themselves, and they took their leave as well, mumbling something about a library. As they took off a light bulb went on in Jous head.





“Oh yeah, Yug’! You owe me for the bet!”





Yuugi’s head shot up from where he had been laying in Atemu’s lap.





“Really? Wow, that was why Honda looked so pissed when he left the toilets yesterday. Well, better get the money then. Anybody feel like joining me on the way?”





“I would love to accompany you aibou.” Atemu said and helped Yuugi to his feet.





“Me too, I need to get some stuff from my bag anyway. Bakura, behave while I am gone!” Ryou stood as well, keeping a firmeye on Bakura as he adressed him.





Bakura merely rolled his eyes at the parent-like voice Ryou was using on him, and ignored the rest as he continued studying his knife, which had been his only entertainment since he was dragged out here by Ryou. He started throwing and catching it, just to keep boredom away.





“Oh, yes, I will take that too”





Ryou bended down and snatched the knife away from Bakura before he could bat an eye, and then he was by Atemu and Yuugis side, walking towards the school entrance. Bakura at first looked baffled by his hikaris fast movement, but then he grounded his teeth and growled slightly. What the hell was he doing, taking his knife away! It wasn’t like he was going to murder anyone, not unless they provoked him anyway..



He threw a sharp look at Jou who was sitting there, laughing at him. The audacity! Suddenly he remembered the shit-piled-on-sticks-lie that the blond had thrown at them when asked about his lack of presence at the party last Friday. Oh, goody goody, something to entertain himself with. He also remembered that Kaiba too had left shortly after, and the two normally at-each-others-throats-rivals hadn’t fought nearly enough over the last couple of days. And Honda did say that Kaiba had walked in on him and Jou the other day. He couldn’t help but smile evilly at the prospect of teasing Jou with this information, if it lead to what he thought it did. The smile only got wider as the apprehension on Jou’s eyes got more obvious.



At first Jou had actually been looking forward to sitting alone with Bakura. The maniac usually didn’t talk that much and he needed peace. But as he laughed at Bakuras put-out expression for loosing his knife, he started feeling nervous when an evil smile started showing itself on the pale, but stunning face. He looked like a cat who had caught himself several birds with one swing.



Bakura leaned forward, looking into his eyes and then dreaded words left his mouth





“So, why are you avoiding Kaiba? Did something happen after you left the party last Friday?”





Bakura usually wasn’t one for gossip, but when it could be used to torment people, then he was all for it. He could practically see the wheels turning in the blond head, and knew the kid was working on some lie.





“N-no, nothing happened. I’m just tired of the ice-burg. He’s getting on my fucking

nerves all the time. I just want some peace for a change.”





It was a plausible answer, right? Jou had a feeling that Bakura could see right through him, with his piercing eyes, and he couldn’t help it when his eyes left the brown ones to look down. He quickly returned his gaze, but the damage was done. Bakura was a masterful liar, and as such, he recognized lies and could see through them with ease.



A white eyebrow rose, communicating the others clear doubt in the answer, and then he leaned further to the right, onto the blonds shoulder.





“Ne, Jou. Did something happen with Kaiba?”





The way he used the word ‘with’ oozed of sin and dirty thoughts. Jou could feel a blush climb its way onto his cheeks, and cursed his lack of self-control more than ever.





“No”





He stated firmly, but Bakura merely laughed and the look in the brown eyes got even more intense.





“Yes something did. Did he corner you?” the delight was clearly evident in his voice.





The blush deepened, and Jou glanced at the maliciously thrilled eyes before firmly placing his attention on the ground beneath them.



This was not how it was supposed to get out. Correction; it wasn’t supposed to get out at all! How had the resident maniac figured out what his best friend hadn’t? But he had also been the only one who had noticed the crappiness of Jou’s explanation on his whereabouts that night.. Would the guy ever stop asking him if he didn’t answer? Would he continue even when the others returned? Could he shut up if Jou chose to actually tell him?





“Did he finally have his wicked way with you?”





Bakura was grinning now, overjoyed at the dark-red blush that seemed to have taken a permanent reside on Jou's face. He had completely forgotten his knife, tormenting people was a favorite of his. He even got a marvelous response to his rather direct question.





“What?! What the hell do you mean by finally?”





“You mean you haven’t noticed? You’re head must be thicker than I thought it was. He has been ogling you for months. I actually did consider giving you a hint, but I was sure that you knew.”





“I didn’t know anything until he cornered and molested me in the freaking school-hallwa-…”





Only then did he realize what he had said.



‘Oh freaking fucking shit!’





“Really? Did he-mhuk mjour maidms mud mmmmm?”





“Shut up you crazy grave robber! Nobody can know this okay? NOBODY! Got it?”





“Mhahamhamhaa”





Even through his hand over Bakuras mouth, there was no doubt that Bakura was laughing. Again. And it was the crazy laughter.





“If you tell anyone, I might have to let word slip about that movie you borrowed from me” Jou smirked and felt slightly on top of the situation once more.





The laughter stopped and angry, slightly embarrassed and surprised brown eyes looked up at him, from where Jou had accidentally pushed Bakura over in his haste to shut him up.





“Mmju mmolmdntmt!”





“Yes I would! Now shut up, they are comming back.”





Yuugi, Atemu and Ryou sat down besides them and viewed the scene with great care.

Jou had pushed over Bakura and was practically on top of him, with his hand over Bakuras mouth. In short it made a very weird, yet strangely arousing picture.



Suddenly Jou pulled back with a surprised jelp. It seemed that Bakura had licked his hand.





“Fucking hell man, don't spread your saliva all over me!”





Bakuras rolled his eyes. The blond was not only attractive up close, but tasted quite good actually. Just as the thought had passed his mind, he became slightly horrified, reached out, grabbed Ryou and placed him firmly in his lap. Arms winded around Ryou and he breathed in his scent. Good, safe, soulmate.



Then an argument began on why they had been in such a position.





Angry blue eyes had seen the entire scene from afar.



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He was clearly avoiding and ignoring him, it was annoying him greatly.



But this, this intimate moment with that crazy Bakura.. It was unacceptable. The mutt was testing his patience. It was clear disobedience. It would have to be corrected.



Something would have to be done.





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[A.N: NO, there will not be Bakura/Jou..

YES, there will be more Seto/Jou action. It is after all the couple I've dedicated this fic too.

This was very difficult for me to write, but I apologize for the long wait. (If any of the'old' readers are still around *sweatdrops*)..

PLEASE review, without those, I have no guidence. They are my motivation!

If you find yourself with the time, please look at my other fics as well :)

Love Mulle]