Who's the Boss?
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,017
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Late Night
Yes, I've finally started updating again. I apologize for those who enjoyed this story before I abruptly fell off the updating. A combination of computer, personal, and college-related problems resulted in lack of time and lack of ability to even think about my stories. However, I hope to keep up a regular update schedule for a while now.
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Weeks passed, and Jounouchi was still doing remarkably well. He was up late that night, working hard to finalize a deal with an American plastics company. He leaned back in the leather chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had never really had to deal with much stress before he had taken this bet.
He shook his head. That was really a lie. Bakura possessing his friends, that strange pyramid thing that had trapped Kaiba and Yuugi, and the following look into his little friend's head, and dealing with the idea that there was some sort of ancient spirit living inside of his best friend, that had all been pretty stressful. But it was a different kind of stress.
That stress had made his adrenaline pump, scared him, but intrigued him at the same time. This stress just taxed his system, made him irritable and a pain to everyone he came in contact with. He could see why Kaiba was such a jackass, dealing with all this shit.
He stayed at the desk, trying to hammer out the contract to present in the morning, until suddenly his eyes closed and he slumped forward onto the desk asleep.
Kaiba awoke in the middle of the night to find Jounouchi still in that position, slumped on top of papers on his desk. In private, Kaiba was willing to admit that the mutt was actually doing a decent job. He had an easy, approachable nature that made people want to business with him, but he was tenacious and wily enough to not get taken for a ride.
Kaiba snorted quietly to himself as he retrieved a water bottle from the fridge. It's a good thing no one could read thoughts. He didn't need Jou getting an even bigger head. Besides, it didn't matter what he did; that mutt would lose this bet. That was a fact.
He turned to give another look to the sleeping Jounouchi as he stopped outside the kitchenette. The boy's blonde hair splayed over his arm, his face quiet and peaceful with much needed rest. Without realizing it, Kaiba has moved next to the sleeping boy. He was struck with a sudden urge to reach out and touch the silken locks spilling over Jou's arm, and after a bit of internal struggle, he gave in.
He reached out slowly, tentatively stroking a strand of blonde hair. Quickly he yanked his hand away, thinking he'd heard a noise from the sleeping figure, but after listening a moment, he was reassured by the sound of soft, regular breathing. Once assured he was asleep, Kaiba quietly made his way back to the futon. It had been a foolish notion, he though as he fell back asleep.
Jounouchi tingled, keenly aware ever since Kaiba has touched him. He allowed himself a small smile as he headrd the soft sound of Kaiba's slippered feet returning to the futon. His plan was working. The brunette was beginning to feel the pangs of need that he had been suffering from for weeks. Jou let that thought comfort him as he tried to fall back to sleep, a task made difficult but the raging erection the elder boy's gentle touches had caused.
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Weeks passed, and Jounouchi was still doing remarkably well. He was up late that night, working hard to finalize a deal with an American plastics company. He leaned back in the leather chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had never really had to deal with much stress before he had taken this bet.
He shook his head. That was really a lie. Bakura possessing his friends, that strange pyramid thing that had trapped Kaiba and Yuugi, and the following look into his little friend's head, and dealing with the idea that there was some sort of ancient spirit living inside of his best friend, that had all been pretty stressful. But it was a different kind of stress.
That stress had made his adrenaline pump, scared him, but intrigued him at the same time. This stress just taxed his system, made him irritable and a pain to everyone he came in contact with. He could see why Kaiba was such a jackass, dealing with all this shit.
He stayed at the desk, trying to hammer out the contract to present in the morning, until suddenly his eyes closed and he slumped forward onto the desk asleep.
Kaiba awoke in the middle of the night to find Jounouchi still in that position, slumped on top of papers on his desk. In private, Kaiba was willing to admit that the mutt was actually doing a decent job. He had an easy, approachable nature that made people want to business with him, but he was tenacious and wily enough to not get taken for a ride.
Kaiba snorted quietly to himself as he retrieved a water bottle from the fridge. It's a good thing no one could read thoughts. He didn't need Jou getting an even bigger head. Besides, it didn't matter what he did; that mutt would lose this bet. That was a fact.
He turned to give another look to the sleeping Jounouchi as he stopped outside the kitchenette. The boy's blonde hair splayed over his arm, his face quiet and peaceful with much needed rest. Without realizing it, Kaiba has moved next to the sleeping boy. He was struck with a sudden urge to reach out and touch the silken locks spilling over Jou's arm, and after a bit of internal struggle, he gave in.
He reached out slowly, tentatively stroking a strand of blonde hair. Quickly he yanked his hand away, thinking he'd heard a noise from the sleeping figure, but after listening a moment, he was reassured by the sound of soft, regular breathing. Once assured he was asleep, Kaiba quietly made his way back to the futon. It had been a foolish notion, he though as he fell back asleep.
Jounouchi tingled, keenly aware ever since Kaiba has touched him. He allowed himself a small smile as he headrd the soft sound of Kaiba's slippered feet returning to the futon. His plan was working. The brunette was beginning to feel the pangs of need that he had been suffering from for weeks. Jou let that thought comfort him as he tried to fall back to sleep, a task made difficult but the raging erection the elder boy's gentle touches had caused.