Of Dreams And Windows

Kaiba was annoyed. This was not a rare occurrence, as he was usually annoyed at someone, but this time was different. He was annoyed at himself. Not himself, precisely, so much as his subconscious, but it was still strange.
The blimp sailed smoothly above the water as Kaiba stalked through the halls. A Kaiba Corp employee started to ask him something, then thought better of it when he saw the scowl on his boss’s face. Had he known what Kaiba was annoyed about, he would have been very surprised.
It wasn’t business that was troubling Kaiba, nor was it Duel Monsters, the tournament, his past, or even Yugi’s other half. Instead, it was his hormones. They seemed to be intent on giving him rather disturbing dreams involving a certain blond duelist that Kaiba most certainly did not care about. What difference did it make to him if Jounouchi Katsuya was rather good-looking when he wasn’t freaking out? Why would he care if he had eyes the colour of chocolate, or if his hair looked so soft and touchable, or if his jeans fit ever so nicely? Kaiba was only interested in his dueling ability – if he even had any; Kaiba wasn’t quite sure about that yet – and that was it.
Or so he kept telling himself, anyway. His dreams were telling him something very different, something that made him snap awake, overheated and tangled in sticky sheets. It was distracting him during work and robbing him of much needed hours ofep, ep, and that was annoying him.
Kaiba wasn’t even sure where he was going at the moment. He’d left his room with the intention of checking on the blimp’s course, but had, instead, started thinking about those annoying dreams and was now trying to walk off the tension they caused him.
What annoyed him most, he reflected, was the vague sense of confusion his dreams were causing him. Kaiba did not like being confused. He was the head of a multi-national corporation and one of the top duellists in the world; mere wet dreams shouldn’t be causing him this much stress.
But they were. He wasn’t sure what to do about them. Acting on them seemed to be a bad idea, as he wasn’t quite sure if they were just lust or something more. Not to mention the fact that Jounouchi was most certainly not interested in him like that, as far as he could tell. If anything, the blond had a bit of a puppy – Kaiba laughed softly at fitting description – crush on the currently unconscious Kujaku Mai.
On the other hand, the dreams weren’t going away. In fact, they were getting more frequent, and often, more arousing. This worried Kaiba. He was losing enough sleep as it was; any more of this and he might just collapse of exhaustion. Acting on the dreams would, most likely, get rid of them, as either Jounouchi would firmly turn him down (which was likely) or he’d accept Kaiba’s “offer” and Kaiba would have a way to release tension (which wasn’t at all likely).
In the mean time, Kaiba thought with a wry smirk, he’d just take lots of cold showers. He decided that he could use one right now, as thinking about the dreams was bringing up some very interesting images in his mind, and he headed towards his room.
He walked into one of the viewing rooms and stopped short. Jounouchi was standing by the window, looking out over the darkened water with a thoughtful look on his face. It was so rare to see the blond looking serious that Kaiba almost thought this was another dream. He stared for a minute before turning to go, then changed his mind and strode into the room.
Jounouchi jumped as Kaiba’s footsteps echoed across the floor, and he quickly turned to face the brown-haired boy, a vaguely guilty expression on his face. Kaiba wondered briefly why Jounouchi tended to look sheepish when he was caught thinking, but decided that now was not the time to ponder that. Instead, he walked over to the blond and stopped about a foot away from him, looking at him intently.
Under Kaiba’s stare, Jounouchi shrank back slightly, edging a bit towards the window as if to escape. However, Kaiba had him trapped, as there was a chair on one side of him and a table on the other. The only way out was around the brown haired boy, and Kaiba wasn’t about to let him go.
“Um…” Jounouchi squeaked, then mentally kicked himself. “What do you want?” he said, trying to sound annoyed instead of intimidated, and almost succeeding.
Kaiba smirked. He’d decided that he was just going to listen to his subconscious and make sure that Jounouchi didn’t have a chance – or a reason – to resist.
He took another step forward and lightly pushed Jounouchi back against the window. Kaiba knew that he’d be in a bit of trouble if the other boy decided to fight back, but he doubted it would happen. He leaned in until his face was only a few centimetres away from Jounouchi’s face and smirked even more at the confused expression on the blond’s face.
“Kaiba, what are you--” Jounouchi never got a chance to finish his question, as Kaiba took that chance to close the gap between them, pressing his lips firmly against Jounouchi’s. Jounouchi’s eyes widened dramatically and he did nothing for a few seconds, his mind reeling in shock. This was definitely not what he had been expecting.
As reality sunk in, Jounouchi weakly tried to push Kaiba away, but Kaiba just pinned Jounouchi’s arms against the window and continued the kiss. A minute passed like this before Kaiba pulled back and returned to staring at Jounouchi. The blond was staring back at him, eyes wide and mouth still slightly open. Looking at him like that made Kaiba want to kiss him again, but he waited to see what Jounouchi’s reaction would be.
“What…you…that…?” Jounouchi finally stammered out, turning bright red. Kaiba smirked and waited for a complete question.
“What…why did you just kiss me?!”
“Because I wanted to,” Kaiba answered, quite simply. It was the truth. He’d wanted to kiss Jounouchi, and it was a rare occasion where Kaiba didn’t do what he wanted.
Jounouchi went silent and stared at him, still bright red. He was breathing a bit harder than normal, and his eyes were still huge, but he didn’t seem to be struggling. Kaiba took that as permission to continue and kissed him again.
This time Jounouchi closed his eyes and, tentatively, kissed back. He still wasn’t sure what to make of this all, but it felt good, and it was definitely better than being insulted. Still, it was Kaiba, and that made Jounouchi wary. He didn’t trust the brown-haired boy, and this seemed way too strange for it to be a good thing.
Kaiba deepened the kiss, pushing Jounouchi up against the window and licking lightly at the corner of the other boy’s mouth. He was rewarded with a gasp from Jounouchi, and took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the blond’s mouth. Jounouchi tasted sweet and kind of spicy, Kaiba reflected, like some sort of cinnamon pastry.
Jounouchi’s eyes flew open again and he finally got the strength to push Kaiba away. Kaiba took a smooth step backwards, out of rea reach of Jounouchi’s flailing arms, and waited.
“What are you doing?!” Jounouchi yelped, trembling with a combination of anger, confusion, and not a small bit of desire.
“I would think that should be obvious,” Kaiba answered, raising an eyebrow. “I’m kissing you.”
“I know that!” Jounouchi yelled, causing Kaiba to step forward and clamp a hand over his mouth. He glared fiercely and said something that Kaiba couldn’t hear through his hand.
“Do you really want everyone on the ship to wake up and come running?” Kaiba said in a low voice. Jounouchi’s eyes widened even more and he shook his head quickly. Getting caught in a compromising position with Kaiba, of all people, was not high on his to do list.
“Good, then be quiet,” Kaiba said, taking his hand off Jounouchi’s mouth. Jounouchi nodded and took a couple of deep breaths.
“OK, I know what you’re doing, but I’d like to know why,” he said, and then, seeing Kaiba open his mouth, quickly added on, “And not just because you want to.”
Kaiba smirked. “You may be smarted than I give you credit for,” he said, then laughed slightly. “Maybe. That really is the reason, though.”
Bristling at Kaiba’s slight insult, Jounouchi glared and tried to think of a good answer.
“Do you mind?” Kaiba asked before he could think of anything.
Jounouchi started to snap an angry reply, then shut his mouth as he actually thought about it. He didn’t mind the kissing, particularly – it felt good, acty – y – but the fact that it was Kaiba worried him immensely. He still couldn’t figure out why Kaiba would be interested in him of all people. As far as Jounouchi could tell, the brown haired boy had always hated him, if he even bothered to notice him. This kind of behaviour was just plain wrong.
“Not exactly,” he replied. “But I don’t trust you.”
Kaiba wasn’t surprised. He was amazed that Jounouchi hadn’t decked him yet, and figured that the serious mood Jounouchi had been in when he’d found him had something to do with it.
“Ah,” he said by way of reply. “And what if I promise you I don’t mean anything by it?”
Jounouchi raised an eyebrow at him. “So I’m just convenient or something?”
“Or something.”
The blond looked annoyed and Kaiba stepped back a bit to avoid getting hit, if that was Jounouchi’s intention.
“Damnit, Kaiba! Give me a straight answer! Why are you doing this?” Jounouchi snapped once again, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.
Kaiba sighed slightly.
“I told you, twice: because I want to.”
Jounouchi twitched and Kaiba’s patience finally ran out.
“Because I want you, right now, here, against that window, or on that chair, or on the table; does that answer your question?” he snapped, and before Jounouchi had a chance to say anything in reply, Kaiba had him shoved up against the window and was kissing him, harder than before.
Kaiba pressed his body up against Jounouchi’s and smirked against the blond’s mouth as he heard a soft moan. As long as he didn’t give Jounouchi a chance to think too much – which wasn’t going to be difficult – this would all go just fine. He’d worry about the “morning after” part when it happened; right now, Kaiba was horny and Jounouchi was making whimpering noises against his mouth.
One of Kaiba’s hands slipped up and under Jounouchi’s shirt as they continued kissing. He ran slender fingers across the blond’s stomach, surprised at how muscular he was. His other hand was entangled in Jounouchi’s hair, tipping back his head so that it was easier to get at his mouth.
For the first time in a while, Kaiba was annoyed at how restricting the clothing he was wearing could be. Taking a quick break from his explorations of Jounouchi’s chest, he shrugged out of his coat and tossed it on the chair, then broke the kiss and lifted the blond’s shirt off. Jounouchi didn’t protest, but lifted his arms slightly to make Kaiba’s job easier. Kaiba was surprised at how compliant the blond was being, but wasn’t about to question it.
He returned to plundering Jounouchi’s mouth, one hand splayed over the blond’s chest. Kaiba could feel Jounouchi’s heart beating quickly, and his chest was warmer than Kaiba expected. He lightly nudged Jounouchi’s legs apart with his thigh and laughed, softly, as the blond moaned ever so slightly into Kaiba’s mouth.
Tiring of the kiss, Kaiba dropped his head down to bite lightly at Jounouchi’s neck, eliciting a gasp from the blond as his teeth scraped over sensitive skin. He moved his hand down to grip the heated skin right above Jounouchi’s hip and brought the other one up to stroke Jounouchi’s chest. The blond was breathing heavily now, with the occasional gasp or cut off moan when Kaiba did something especially arousing.
Kaiba wanted more, though, and stood up quickly, surprising Jounouchi.
“What are-” the blond started, and then quieted as Kaiba put a finger over his lips. Kaiba ran one hand up Jounouchi’s side, smirking again as Jounouchi let out a shaky breath and practically quivered under Kaiba’s touch.
Kaiba stepped back and started taking off his own shirt, noticing the lust in Jounouchi’s eyes as he revealed his chest. The blond reached out a hand, tentatively, and brushed it over Kaiba’s stomach. Kaiba shivered before he got control of himself and trapped Jounouchi against the window once again. He was acutely aware of his own skin touching Jounouchi’s, and it seemed to him that there was an electric current running through them and making the air around them crackle with tension.
He leaned in and licked at the tip of Jounouchi’s ear, causing the blond to shiver, then ran a hand down Jounouchi’s side and around to the small of his back, pressing the blond against him. Jounouchi whimpered softly as his erection pressed against Kaiba’s thigh, their jeans creating torturous friction.
It was taking all of Kaiba’s self-control to stop him from just tearing the few remaining articles of clothing off and taking Jounouchi right then, but he knew that neither of them was quite ready for that. Still, his body demanded more, and the soft panting in his ear told him that Jounouchi wasn’t about to complain.
He dropped to his knees and licked lightly at Jounouchi’s stomach, tasting the sweat and the vaguely soapy flavour of the blond’s skin. Jounouchi gasped and squirmed in Kaiba’s grasp, and Kaiba noted with a smirk that the other boy was ticklish. He kissed his way up Jounouchi’s chest, stopping here and there to bite or lick, noting every change in the blond’s breathing.
Eventually, Kaiba bit lightly at one of Jounouchi’s nipples, causing Jounouchi to yelp and then moan, a long, drawn out sound that made Kaiba’s breath catch with sheer desire. He continued torturing the blond, revelling in this newfound power to make Jounouchi whimper his name in softly demanding tones. One of his hands slid further down Jounouchi’s back, coming to rest lightly on the blond’s jean-clad ass.
Jounouchi was quickly losing the ability to think about anything beyond incoherent fragments of desire. His hips were shaking and his chest heaving with every breath, and he just knew that Kaiba was enjoying this control over him. He, too, wanted more, but unlike Kaiba, he wasn’t sure exactly what “more” was. For all that he’d watched more than a bit of fuzzy, censored porn in his life, he’d never done anything like this before. Hell, he thought vaguely, he’d never even thought he could do something like this with a guy.
Not that he was complaining, though. It felt damn good, having Kaiba’s mouth and hands on him. He gasped as Kaiba’s grip on his butt tightened, and his hips involuntarily ground themselves into the brown haired boy’s chest, craving friction and release. Kaiba stopped what he was doing and looked up, smirking at the desire that was written all over Jounouchi’s face.
“Want more?” he asked, surprised at how rough his voice sounded. He’d thought he had more control over his body than he was currently showing; then again, he’d never been in a situation quite like this before.
Jounouchi tried to answer, but only managed to nod weakly and make a vague pleading sound. This was mostly due to the fact that Kaiba’s other hand was running up the inside of his thigh, making thinking pretty much impossible. He whimpered as Kaiba stopped just short of his erection, finally opening his eyes and looking down at the other boy.
“Well?”
“Ye…yes…” Jounouchi gasped out, unable to tear his eyes away from Kaiba’s face. Kaiba’s eyes, usually a cold blue, were burning with lust and, somewhere deep underneath, need. It was hypnotizing.
Kaiba smirked even more, then made quick work of Jounouchi’s jeans, tossing them carelessly aside to land on the growing pile of clothes on the chair. Something in Jounouchi’s hormone-hazed mind was desperately trying to point out that they were doing this in what could be considered a public place, but before he could make any sort of protest, Kaiba skimmed his hand over the bulge in Jounouchi’s boxers.
Jounouchi yelped quite loudly at this unexpected friction. Then, realizing that being loud was definitely a bad idea in this situation, he bit down on his hand, whimpering as Kaiba massaged his erection. He’d never felt anything like this before; jerking off to bad porno was nothing compared to the feeling of someone else’s hand.
For his part, Kaiba was quickly coming to the conclusion that he had no idea what he was doing. Of course, he knew, theoretically, what came next, and what he was supposed to do. However, as he’d learned many times over, theory and practice are two very different things, and in this case, he’d had absolutely no practice. Judging from Jounouchi’s moans and whimpers, though, he was doing perfectly; no surprise there.
He experimentally slipped his hand through the fly of Jounouchi’s boxers and immediately found himself confronted with the blond’s erection. It felt alien against Kaiba’s hand, both similar to the feeling of his own and, at the same time, very different. The heat radiating from it surprised Kaiba, and, for a moment, he remained still, getting accustomed to the feel of it.
Jounouchi’s hips twitched impatiently, demanding more of this wonderful new feeling, and Kaiba started to move his hand. He slid his hand up and down the shaft, slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm that worked for both of them. His own erection was straining at his jeans, and it was taking a lot of effort not to reach down and relieve himself of the tension. His pride and unwillingness to show any kind of weakness were having a tough battle with his hormones, but they were, for the moment, winning.
After a few minutes of this, Kaiba decided that Jounouchi’s boxers were in the way, and they soon joined the pile of shed clothing. He sat back on his knees for a minute, taking in the sight of a fully naked Jounouchi and smirking. Jounouchi was trying very hard not to blush as Kaiba slowly looked him up and down, his eyes devouring every bit of Jounouchi’s skin.
Breathing was getting more and more difficult for Jounouchi, and just before he completely lost his ability to think, due to Kaiba’s mouth suddenly latching onto his inner thigh, he wondered if anyone had ever suffocated due to overwhelming arousal. Then his mind shut off and he moaned as Kaiba licked lightly at his thigh before moving towards his erection.
Kaiba’s first thought upon reaching Jounouchi’s arousal was that it felt deceptively soft on his lips, for something that hard. He could taste the salty semen gathered at the tip, and decided that while it wasn’t bad tasting, it certainly wasn’t a taste he’d choose to have in his mouth under any other circumstance. He tried to figure out what to do next, and finally decided just to move a bit and see what Jounouchi’s reactions were.
Apparently he was doing something right, because Jounouchi was biting his hand hard enought itt it felt like he was about to break the skin. He whimpered and tried to thrust his erection further down Kaiba’s throat, causing the other boy to grab his hips and restrain them in order to avoid choking. Kaiba’s teeth grazed lightly over the sensitive skin and Jounouchi yelped and jumped.
“Ow…teeth…” he gasped out, then bit his lip as Kaiba licked over the place his teeth had been. “Ahhh…”
Kaiba made a mental note to figure out how to do this without hurting Jounouchi as he continued licking at the blond’s erection. Jounouchi’s knees were starting to shake, and Kaiba used one hand to hold him up even as the other hand restrained his hips.
Jounouchi’s movements were starting to become erratic when Kaiba pulled back and looked up at him. The blond’s eyes were closed, and when he finally opened them, they were unfocused and glazed over.
Kaiba stood up and placed Jounouchi’s hand firmly over his own jean-clad arousal, hoping that the blond would take the unsubtle hint. For a minute, it seemed that he wouldn’t, but his eyes cleared slightly and he cautiously moved his hand, causing Kaiba to gasp. Jounouchi soon got the hang of things and wasted no time in finding a good rhythm.
Biting his lip to keep from moaning as Jounouchi’s hand gripped his erection, Kaiba shivered. This was what his body had been begging for, this wonderful tension. One of his hands clenched in a fist, the other moved to entangle itself in Jounouchi’s hair and pull the blond into another hard kiss. Jounouchi’s hand faltered and stopped as they kissed, and Kaiba pushed him against the window, their bodies flush against each other and their erections rubbing together, sending electric sparks through them.
Their hips moved frantically against each other as their tongues tangled, heat radiating around them and steaming up the window. Neither was sure who was making what noises, as the room echoed with soft gasps and moans. Kaiba’s hand was gripping Jounouchi’s hip hard enough to leave a hand shaped bruise, and Jounouchi was leaving his own trail of scratch marks across Kaiba’s back. They’d both be sore tomorrow, but it would be well worth it.
Jounouchi bit down on Kaiba’s lip, lightly, as his body shuddered. He came with a moan, his back arching up and his hips driving against Kaiba’s. Jounouchi’s knees went weak and he collapsed back against the window, relying on Kaiba to keep him upright for the moment.
Kaiba was trying his hardest to outlast the blond, but his body was betraying him as he pressed Jounouchi against the window and moaned at the feeling of heat between them. His breath was coming in quick gasps now, and his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. Finally, he came, a soft outlet of breath the only outward sign of orgasmic bliss.
Exhausted, they collapsed in a tired, sweaty pile on the floor, half-heartedly trying to fall on the clothes and failing. They lay there for a while, catching their breath and trying to convince their lethargic bodies to move.
Finally, Kaiba reached behind him and, grabbing Jounouchi’s boxers, started to clean them both up.
“Someone will probably be along soon,” he said, handing the blond the rest of his clothing and starting to put on his own.
“Uh…yeah…” replied Jounouchi, blushing as he got dressed. It was strange, he thought, to feel awkward getting dressed around someone who had been the one to take off the clothes in the first place. Kaiba was acting like this was perfectly normal, but Jounouchi had the feeling it had unnerved the other boy as well.
Tomorrow, he thought. He’d think about all this tomorrow, as right now he was blissful and tired. Kaiba reached the same decision and, amazingly enough, offered Jounouchi something resembling a smile.
“We should sleep,” he said. Jounouchi nodded and headed off to the room he shared with Honda and Otogi, most likely planning to hop in the shower before he actually went to bed.
Kaiba went towards his own bathroom, wanting to wash off the vaguely sticky, sweaty feeling that remained on his skin. He thought about the night’s event as he walked, no longer scowling as he had been earlier, and decided that this could very well be a good thing. If nothing else, he thought with a slight smile, he could look forward to a good night’s sleep.