Stolen Kisses, Purchased Love

Chapter Five: The Yugi File

At the dinner table, Jou piled his plate full, while Kaiba only took a small portion of each platter.
“Did you read the book, Aoshi?” he asked as he passed a serving dish to Tanaka.
Jou looked down at his place then at the servant before he answered.
“I didn’t Finish it.” Jou admitted.
“What? Why not? I know you like that series, I’ve seen you reading it.” Kaiba asked.
“Yeah, well I’m not that fast, or that rich. I only got the previous edition last month. And I hadn’t finished it, yet.” Jou explained.
“Well, then that’s fine. So, how far did you get?” Seto asked and the proceeded to discuss the book.
Kaiba brought out points that Jou hadn’t noticed and it intrigued him to complete it and see what he could find that Seto hadn’t.
After dinner, Kaiba asked Tanaka to server espresso in the lounge and he rose to pull out Jou’s chair for him, before leading down the hall to a softly decorated parlor.
Tanaka brought in a tray with two tiny cups and a small pot. He poured a dark liquid into the cups and returned the pot to the tray. “Will there be anything else, Sir?” he asked.
“No, thank you Tanaka. You may retire.” Kaiba said, handing Jou a cup on a tiny matching saucer.
Jou stared at it, as Tanaka left, closing the door behind him.
“Is something wrong?” Kaiba asked.
“A bit stingy with the coffee tonight? It wasn’t what kept me up, you know?” Jou said.
“This isn’t coffee, exactly. It’s espresso with cognac. You don’t need much. It’s very strong.” Kaiba explained.
“Oh,” Jou said, lifting the cup.
“Sip, Aoshi. Go easy, I’m not trying to get you drunk, just help you relax. I do this on Fridays, because I have been taking Saturdays off and I’m tense from the week.” The CEO continued as Jou took a tiny drink.
The mixture of strong coffee and dark liquor was thick and warm and it felt a little like the hot toddies that Ryou used to share with Jou on the strange holidays he’d invite the blond over for. “This is good.” he said, taking another sip.
“Tell me your thoughts today, Aoshi. How are you acclimating to your role here?” Kaiba asked.
“Don’t press it, okay? I mean, I just found out about our affair, I’m still in shock here.” Jou teased.
“Then, perhaps we should call it a night.” Kaiba said, rising and taking Jou’s empty cup. “Time for bed.” he added reaching for a hand.
Jou looked at the proffered help and lifted his own hand to take it, when a thought struck him. “Why not the nails?” he asked.
Kaiba stared at him, “What are you asking?” he returned.
“Nails? Why don’t you have me doin’ my nails?” Jou asked.
“Gozubura never did this, probably because it was more permanent.” Kaiba said and a strange glint came to his eyes. “I’ll think about that one while you go to sleep. I’m not sure why this is coming up, but I have an idea.”

Jou crawled around on the soft carpeted floor. He was ready and waiting for a chance to please his master.
A shrill whistle got his attention and he looked up, looked around, smiled brightly and scurried off in the direction it came from.
“Good Boy. What a good boy. Did my good boy want a treat?”
Jou sat up and nodded briskly.
“Okay, how about a nice hard bone?”
Another series of nods from Jou at the chance.
*A Bone! Oh, Goody a Bone!*
“Come on over here. Sit between my legs. Good boy, here’s your bone.”
Jou leaned forward to take his treat, licking and tasting it greedily.
He sucked hard, knowing that a bone was a wonderful treat and if taking just right, it was the most delicious thing ever.
He was licking and sucking as hard as he could, bringing the delicious treat ever closer.
Any second he was have it.

Rrrrriiiinngggg!!!!!!
Jou’s eyes opened and he looked around the room.
His alarm clock sat on the white whicker bedside table ringing insistently.
“Alright! I’m up.” he said as he reached out and shut it off. “K’so! Why did I set that, again?” He asked himself, “Oh, yeah. Kaiba wants me to go with him to the garden. Shit!”
The covers were thrown aside and Jou threw his legs over the side.
The light blue silk pajama pants flowed loosely on his legs as he stood and headed for the bathroom.
On the way, he noticed a carefully selected pile of clothes arranged on the dresser for him. ‘What today, a bustier and a thong?” he growled to himself.
In the bathroom, he dropped the pants to the floor and kicked them aside before sitting down to take care of his morning business. Said business, once again, included a painfully stretched erection.
As with the previous day, an accidental brush began a non-productive session of massaging that teased but didn’t bring climax.
Jou wrapped his fingers along the sides of the cloth covered organ and stroked himself harder, finally working his first finger between the tube and the harness and finding the sensitive vein.
“Oh, yeah!” he cried as climax approached, ever haltingly.
His eyes closed, head back and his hips moved rhythmically.
“What are you doing?!” broke him from his trance and stopped his movements.
Kaiba stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes hard.
Jou looked up and smiled, slyly. “Just taking care of a little morning need. Don’t you think girls do this too?”
“Not in my house, without my permission.” Seto said, then pointing to Jou’s pajama top, added, “Interesting fashion statement, Aoshi.”
The blond looked down at the pale blue silk blouse and smiled before standing up and stepping toward the brunet. The fabric reached his hips and barely covered the chastity device. “Thank you, Seto.” Jou said, moving closer. “I wore it just for you.”
“Of course, you did. Now, take it off and go take a shower. Wash your hair and touch up your shaving. Keep that if you like, I might let you finish that job later.” Seto said, pointing at Jou’s crotch.
“With this thing on? I didn’t think it was okay for showering.” Jou asked after he’d stripped off the pajama top.
“Shower. I plan to change it for a clean one.” Kaiba said before turning and leaving the room.
Jou stepped into the shower and looked at the stainless steel rack in the corner. There were five bottles, a bar of pink soak, two disposable razors and a loufah on a stick. The blond opened each bottle and sniffed the contents. Soft floral scents met his nose and each complimented the last.
“Great! Now I can smell like a girl, too.” he said as he turned on the water.
When he was finished, he wrapped his hair in one towel and tossed the other into the hamper with the silk pj’s.
Kaiba was sitting at the dressing table, looking at Jou’s picture of the group after Battle City.
“You could been in that shot, ya know?” the blond said.
“It would have felt wrong.” Kaiba said, putting the picture back and standing. “Sit here.”
Kaiba began to comb out Jou’s hair and roll it into curlers. “I noticed you have been wearing your hair longer lately.” the brunet said.
“Well, I’ve been meaning to get it cut. No money for the last few months, ya know?” Jou answered as the CEO found a tangle.
“That won’t be a problem.” Kaiba said, but didn’t clarify which. The money or the haircut.
Jou watched in horror as the brunet squirted it was a clear liquid that smelled like a cross between battery acid and disinfectant. Then, Kaiba pulled a pale yellow cap over the set and stepped away. “Now, stand up and lets get your shaving finished. “ The brunet added, “On the bed, Aoshi.” this was an order.
Jou allowed himself to be clicked into the magnetic cuffs and spread out on the bed. Kaiba removed the damp humbler and tossed it aside, before sliding a towel under Jou’s butt and thighs.
Next, the brunet lathered up his hands with liquid soap and spread it over Jou’s balls and lower belly and up the crack of his ass. Then, he took a razor and began to scrape away the hair and soap mixture from the blond’s body.
Jou’s penis, slackened from the shock of Kaiba catching him in the bathroom ,was regaining interest as the CEO handled it and the twin globes below it. By the time Kaiba had shave the cleft of Jou’s ass, it was at full attention and straining.
Jou moaned at a casual touch and Seto looked up. A devious look came to the blue eyes as Kaiba pursed his lips and blew across the sensitive head.
“Ah, Fuck! Kaiba, gimmie a break!” Jou shouted as the brunet gently flicked the closest ball. “Ah, Man. You’re an Asshole!”
“An Asshole? And after I have been taking such good care of you? Have you ever been so well fed or slept in such a fine bed? Why this mattress is worth more than all of the furniture in your old apartment up together. And you don’t even have to lift a finger around here.” Kaiba said, sounding offended.
“Yeah. You’re the nicest Asshole I’ve ever met. Cut me some slack, okay? I’ll let you put me back in that thing. Just let me cum, please?” Jou begged.
“Such a baby. Fine. Which hand do you normally use for this?” Kaiba asked.
“I’m left-handed.” Jou answered.
“I know that. But for this?” Kaiba teased.
“I use my left hand for most hobbies.” Jou quipped.
“Not today,” Kaiba sing-songed as he unfastened Jou’s right arm from its restraint.
“Great!” Jou growled as he reached for his straining member, then he looked up and scowled. “You gonna watch?”
“Of course. I will probably be critiquing you later, also. So, use some style.” Kaiba said, sitting against the now unused bedpost.
“Not with my right hand. “Jou said as his fist began to pump vigorously. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to forget the other’s presence.
“That will take forever, you know?” Kaiba interrupted.
Jou’s eyes flew open, again and he glared at the brunte. After a few quick tuggs at his freshly shaved balls, he continued his pace and let his lids drop again.
“You weren’t kidding about no style.” Kaiba said, his voice tinged with humor.
Jou refrained from opening his eyes with an effort, but through gritted teeth he growled out. “You wanna help?”
“Not really.” Kaiba answered.
“Then, shut up!” Jou responded fisting his dick as hard and fast as he could with his unpracticed hand. His hips began a rhythmic thrusting that pulled against the ankle restraints and shook the bed.
He arched his back, shoving his shoulders into the mattress and pushing down on his heels “Unnhh!” h e grunted.
Kaiba was breathing at a faster rate and Jou could hear it as it approached his own frenzy, but the CEO hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Join me, Seto?” Jou teased quickly, before returning his concentration tot eh task. His mind imagined Kaiba pulling out his own little rod and working it over Jou’s chest as he was about to climax.
“I’m fine.” Seto said in a bland voice, but Jou was more intent on his fantasy brunet, that was jerking in orgasm and the blond joined him, spurting straight up to have his wad plop on his newly bare belly, near his navel “AH! SHIT! Shit! Fuck! Gods!” Jou said as his body spasmed.
The bed shifted as he sucked in air and waited for his heart beat to slow., but he refused to see what Kaiba was up to.
A door clicked closed and Jou could hear water running for a few seconds, then the door opened again and after a pause, a warm wet cloth wiped away the proof of his efforts.
His hand was slapped away and the cloth cleaned his softening organ.
Jou sucked in a deep breath, released it then opened his eyes.
For a brief second, he thought he saw a foreign emotion in the deep blue eyes that regarded him, but it was gone before he could place a name on it.
“No critique?” Jou asked, closing his eyes again.
“You are at least of decent size,” Kaiba said, “Inflated, that is.” he amended.
Jou was about to retort, when Kaiba rose again and took the washcloth back to the bathroom.
Jou found himself watching the sway of the brunet’s hips in the tailored black pants Kaiba was wearing.
“Fuck, Jou. Don’t get started with that shit!” he reproved himself.
Kaiba returned with a duplicate to the harness and he reinstalled Jou’s cock into it.
The blond was true to his word and he didn’t even try to impede this.
“That had better last you.” Seto said as he clicked the locking device closed.
“Yeah, I’m good for a few days. Thanks.” Jou said, feeling drowsy.
A slap to his belly stopped that.
“Time to get dressed. We have a walk to take and you have already messed up my schedule.”

Dressed in cream colored tights over white lace panties with a matching flat-fronted bra and a pure white cotton sundress, a wide-brimmed hat on his head hiding the curlers and white flat-soul sandals, Jou followed Kaiba to some crystal clear sliding glass doors.
The framework set off twelve squares of glass through which a landscape equal to a Thomas Kincade that begged to be explored.
Once past them, flagstones made an uneven path that wove through some perfectly trimmed hedges and caused Jou’s sandals to click, loudly.
“Hey, Seto?” Jou asked as he looked around the gardens.
“Mmm.” The brunet half answered.
“I was just wondering. Why don’t ya just start dating some of those girls that are clawing over each other to get at ya?” Jou mused, without restraint.
“Harpies.” Kaiba answered.
“Some of em must be nice.” Jou added.
“Why didn’t you date them, then?” Kaiba scoffed.
“We already established that . . . .I’m g.a.y.” Jou said, “You know, ho-mo-sexual.”
“I know the term and its spelling. Very well, in fact.” Seto grumped.
“Oh,” Jou said, the he did a double take “OH!”
Kaiba looked back and chuckled. “Such a silly thing. Like an uncoordinated puppy.”
“You aint gonna start with the dog shit again, are ya?” Jou growled, taking a stance with his feet apart and his fists on his hips.
Kaiba tried to hold it in but a burst of laughter at the sight broke forth.
Jou blushed down to his toes. “You’re still an asshole!” he said stomping off down the path.
Kaiba followed at a more sedate pace, keeping the blond in sight.
Two more turns and Jou froze. He spun around and stared at Seto in shock.
Seto smiled as he closed the distance, ignoring Jou until he reached his position.
“I’ve only added the Celtic Guardian last season.” The brunet said looking over the field full of topiaries.
Prominent in the center were a blue eyes in battle with the winged dragon of Ra, and guarding a smaller red eyes. The colors were obvious only as the bushes were of different genus and had darker or lighter colors to the leaves.
The Dark Magician held high his staff nearby and scattered about were an assortment of lesser monsters, like Kuriboh, and .
At least thirty monsters total decorated the display and Jou was dying to walk among them.
It was a dream world and, even though dual monsters popularity had waned over the last few years, Jou was still impressed.
“Come on. I must pay my weekly homage.” Kaiba said, stepping forward.
Jou fell into step with him and Seto pulled his hand under the closest elbow, patting it gently then releasing it. Jou held on.
The rest of the gardens, though beautiful, were pale in comparison. But by the time they returned Jou was sufficiently awed and very hungry.
Kaiba called their meal to be delivered to an open gazebo on the northern side of the estate where they had taken their walk.
Before they ate, the CEO took out the curlers and brushed the loose waves out.
Jou was staring at a mirror where a girl looking more like Mai then him, stared back.
“Damn,” he said in surprise. “Wait, You did it.” he shouted, and Kaiba stared in question. “Mokuba’s mop. You gave him that new look.”
“He couldn’t spend the rest of his life looking like a plushie.” Kaiba explained simply.
“Naw, it looks great. Man, he get the girls, too. Shizuka told me he is the most popular guy on campus.” Jou said in appreciation.
They talked about the years after school, while they ate and Seto told Jou his feelings about Mokuba being away.
“I knew that I had invested too much of myself in him, but what could I do? I love my brother and I didn’t need anyone else back then. Now that he’s gone. I feel the loss very deeply,” He said as he picked at a bowl of imported fruit.
“Kaiba, friends don’t try to take you away from your family, ya know. The gang could have been there for ya.” Jou said, tilting his head to see the expression on the CEO’s lowered face.
“No. I saw how that works. You, Yugi and that mirror if his, were the hub, everyone else rotated around you and I am no spoke. I can’t stand on the sidelines like Honda and Otogi and I wont’ be the bad guy turned good, like Bakura and Marik. I had Mokuba and now, I have you.” Seto said, ending with a devious smirk.
“Kaiba Seto! You sneak. Only you would try to buy a friend.” Jou said, looking coy. “And if I didn’t already like you a little it wouldn’t have worked.”
Kaiba huffed and lifted a napkin to his lips. “Very amusing, Aoshi. You are not my friend, you are my slave. As long as you follow the rules, you are tr4eated well, but screw up and you’ll understand it.”
“Gods, you are amazing. Just when you start sounding like a decent guy, you bring back the asshole.” Jou said.
“Asshole, again? Well, I’m glad I’ve proven myself consistent. I’d say we are finished here. I have some paperwork to do, so you are free to amuse yourself, until dinner.” Seto said, putting his napkin down and pushing back his chair.
“Hey, Asshole?” Jou called and he stopped his rise to wait on the blond’s question. “Why are you letting me get away with it? I figured you’d have lost it by now, being called that.”
“I already told you. Rule four. You can call me whatever you want . . . . Asshole included. So long as you refrain in front of the staff, though they would likely pretend not to hear it.” Seto explained before rising and moving behind Jou’s chair.
As the blond allowed his to pull out his seat, he asked another question that was on his mind. “Why me, Kaiba? It’s not just that I was for sale. There has to be more.”
“Someday, maybe I’ll tell you.” Kaiba said before turning away and leaving Jou alone.


Yugi’s eyes fasten on the end table across the central room of his apartment for the sixth time in the last hour.
“Something doesn’t fit.” He mumbles to himself as he forces his eyes back to the cryptic lettering on the page in front of him, only to have them drift back. On the table, an innocuous electronic device sat, looking innocent, but mocking him just the same.
A slender hand waves in front of his face, bringing his attention to the arm of the other inhabitant of the shared space.
“If it’s a puzzle, you’ll solve it, but the phone is not out to get you.” Rebecca says, sliding onto the chair opposite him.
The years had worked an amazing magic on the young woman, filling in and flowing out in all the right places to create the soft and alluring female that looked across the budget at Motou Yugi.
He thanked Ra for the late blooming genetic traits of his father’s that had allowed him to reach a towering five foot ten inches in height (towering to Rebecca who was only five-five.)
“Is it my clothing budget, I could cut back more?” she asked looking down.
“Huh? No, it’s okay, Becci. Shit, you hardly ever buy anything. We’ll be fine.” Yugi said, sliding his fingers across his head and feeling the stubble of his shorn black hair as it passed. “I was thinking about Jou.” He admitted.
Rebecca leaned back and blew a puff of air towards her golden brown hair as she crossed her arms and glared at her lover.
Yugi’s blond bangs, the only part of his hair he’d left long, were dangling down over his eyes so she couldn’t see his worry, but she knew her boyfriend well enough to know that he wouldn’t let this go.
“You aren’t going to solve this by moping around here all week. You have next Saturday off. Go and see him. Find out for yourself, then you can put them all at ease.” She said, waving her hand toward his display shelf where his trophies and plaques were interspersed with pictures of his friends.
“But, Becci. We were gonna go to that show you wanted to see.” He said, meeting her eyes with a big innocent expression.
“Go, you little scamp.” She said with a laugh, “I’ll get Atem to take me and we can double with Tea and the maniac.”
Yugi’s look reverted to concern. “Okay, but don’t let them take you to the wrong show. Remember the last time?” he asked.
“Yeah, Chainsaw Freddy and the blood and guts gang. No, thank you.” She teased with a sour expression. “Now, about the budget, Can we afford it this year?”
Yugi looked down focusing on the numbers then looked back up, his expression low. “Well, Becci. It looks like you’re gonna have ta do it. You gonna have to make me an honest man.” And he jumped from the table to the floor at her feet, on one knee. “Marry me, girl! Make me the happiest little Egyptologist in Japan?”
Rebecca rolled her eyes and pulled him up. “Why did I decide to fall for a game master? Even when you’re serious, I can’t tell.” She rose with him and molded into his arms. “I love you, Motou Yugi. Pokerface and all.”
Yugi wasn’t the king of games for nothing, and he knew when a gamble had played out in his favor.
The day he had bet his heart on Rebecca Hawkins, he had played a game of life and he was now ahead of the game.
Rebecca fit him like a second skin and she even got along with his friends, well most of his friends. But Jou, Anzu, the Bakura’s and especially his Yami all liked her and she liked them, too.
And that one thorn in her side . . . .
“Knock, Knock,” a voice called from the hallway, “I know you are home, Yugi.” Honda called again.
Yugi sighed into her soft curls as Rebeccca pulled away.
“Let him in, I gotta go anyway.” She said as she reached for her purse. Yugi pulled her back and kissed her possessively, putting all of his love into the one kiss.
Rebecca smiled as he released her. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.
“Hey, I’m still out here!” Honda called again. “C’mon, Yugi. You promised!”
“Come on in, Honda. I’ll get the stuff.” Yugi called back, smiling as his fiancé walked to the door.
Yeah. He liked the sound of that.
“Bout time. Oh, hey Beck.” The tall brunet said as he passed the girl. “You and Yugi havin a quickie?”
“Rebecca and I were going over our new budget, Honda.” Yugi said, opening a drawer and pulling out a locked box. “I got a raise and we were seeing if we could afford to get married now.”
“Married? Yugi, that’s a major step. Wow! Honda said, dropping into the chair and pulling off his shirt.
Yugi put the box on the table and collected up the paperwork, then he opened the box and sat opposite the taller man.
Honda stretched his arm across the table, displaying an unfinished tattoo to the other.
Yugi poked at it and squinted to see the tiny details. “We’ll do the red today. That the biggest part.” He said as he took out the tool. “So, Honda. I heard from Jou last night.” He said as he began his detailing.
“Oh,” said the big man, trying to hold in any sounds of pain.
“Yeah, and you aren’t going to believe where he is.” The ex-dualist said, moving the pen to a tiny space. “He’s living with Kaiba”
“What? Owww!” Honda screamed.
Yugi let a devilish smile sneak onto his face.


Hey, someone has to be the bad guy.
Well, there was another POV for ya.
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