Paper Anniversary

Title: Paper Anniversary
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Jou
Beta: Skunk Train and Chris
Spoilers: None! I’m still making crap up!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugi-Oh. *cries* But I do now own 40 more manga! Yay!
Summary: It’s been a year since Jou accepted Seto’s offer. But is it more than just money now?

NOTES: Okay, you guys have been asking for a sequel to ‘It’s Only For the Money’, so here it is! You can stop poking me now. Those sticks get painful after a while.

~*~*~*~

A year.
It’s been an entire year already.

No matter how much I think about it, I can't pinpoint where everything changed between us. Or maybe I'm the one who changed and everything else is the same.
That’s a painful thought.

I nervously finger the box, that’s actually heavier than its contents, in my hand. It took me forever to wrap it in the white-frosted wrapping paper. I knew I should have gotten something less delicate, but I paid for it so I was going to use it.
Stupid paper. Gave me a paper cut.

I stash the box in my pocket when I hear dad rolling down the hall towards my room.
It’s not that I want to hide it from him...I just don’t want him getting the wrong idea. It’s kind of embarrassing.


“Hey, Katsuya, I was wondering what you wanted for dinner.” Jou smiles at his father from where he’s sitting on his messy bed. The man has been doing much better since he was able to afford to get him the good medicine. His old man could probably get a part-time desk job somewhere if Jou would let him.
“Sorry, dad. I’m eating out tonight.” The elder Jounouchi frowns.
“Where are you going?” Constant practice prevents the smile on Jou’s lips from falling.
“Promised a friend I’d come over. You know how I am about promises.” His smile wavers slightly at his father’s dark eyes. He can tell the man is worried that Jou is doing something he probably shouldn’t be; how else could he make those large sums of cash?

Jou stands up and walks over to place his hands on his father’s shoulders, wanting to ease his understandable concerns. “Dad, honest, I’m not doing anything wrong. No drugs, no guns, no stealing. I’m just going to a friend’s. You don’t have to worry.” The man pats one of his son’s hands.
“Just be careful.”
“Aren’t I always?” jokes Jou, laughing a bit. “Just remember to take your meds before bed, ya hear?”
“Of course, of course. Go on now. Beat it. Scat.”
“See you in the mornin’, Dad.” Jou kisses his father on the brow before grabbing his favorite jacket; a green windbreaker Seto gave him as a gift a few months ago.


I look around the upper-class neighborhood from behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses that Seto got for me a while back. They’re those cool wrap-around ones so the sun can’t get at ya no matter how much it wants to blind you. As I wait for the stupid light to change, I finger the silver necklace beneath my shirt. The feel of the cool metal calms me a little.
...Seto also gave it to me.

I was surprised when I started receiving the small gifts.
I wish I knew what he meant by them. But with Seto, it’s impossible to tell and it’s not like I can ask him.

...I wonder if he knows it’s our anniversary?
If you want to call it that. It’s not like we’re going out. He uses me and I get paid for it.

I...I just want to pay him back a little I guess...
It’s not like I care.
I CANNOT care.

It’s only for the money.

~ ~ ~

I park in the back as always. We can’t have anyone getting curious about the extra car in the ridiculously long driveway. I don’t even go through the front door, but one of the servants’ entrances through the kitchen. Said kitchen is empty, the workers sent home before I got here.

I do a double take when he actually looks up at me as I enter the dining area. Those intense eyes freeze me on the spot. Why is he looking at me like that? I swallow. Did I do something wrong already?
One graceful hand lifts, a similarly graceful finger curling to beckon me forward.
His eyes narrow at the cautious steps I didn’t realize I’m taking. I immediately stiffen my backbone and stroll to my seat at the expansive table set for two.

He must have sealed an important deal today. The dinner looks more expensive than usual. Hell, even his clothes look more expensive, and that’s saying something.
The champagne smells like strawberries...I like the strawberry.

He’s starting to creep me out. I wonder if this is how our dinner felt when it was being sized up for the slaughter? He’s acting so damn weird... Gah! I can’t take it! “What the hell is it?” I didn’t mean to snap, but what’s done is done.
I freeze again. The air feels thicker suddenly. Seto grabs my chin, pulling me closer. The edge of the table digs into my hip. “I can stare at what is mine.”
I swear I can orgasm from just that line, from how he’s eating me with his eyes.

Without missing a beat, a finely cut square of meat is slipped into my mouth.
If I could write something down before I got amnesia, it would be ‘Seto likes food with his sex’.

I’m back on my feet before I know it. Seto pulls off my jacket followed by my shirt, anally placing each on another chair in a neat pile. His lips ghost over my throat as I swallow.
The silk of his clothes feel exotic on my bare flesh.

I want more. But he keeps my hands away, undressing me himself. When he’s done, he sits me down and pulls out a simple plastic bag.
I shiver, anticipation coursing through my bones already. It’s going to be one of those nights.


Jou arches as the chilled alcohol flows over his heated skin. The bubbles tickle his swollen nipples, already red from being played with. Seto’s hot tongue laps up the sweet liquid in slow, broad strokes. Jou moans low in his throat, almost purring.

The blond squirms and arches his lithe body further, trying to gain more contact. His neglected erection slaps against his taut belly whenever he bucks his hips.
Seto smirks, his long fingers tracing over the blue silk scarves that bind his lover to the chair. There’s no doubt that the velvet cushion will be stained after this, but it will be well worth it.

A piece of seasoned steak is pressed to Jou’s lips. He eagerly takes it in, licking the excess juice off Seto’s fingers as he does so. He smirks at the brunet’s light moan.
A bubbly kiss follows the meat. The champagne smoothly slides down his delicate throat, but it does nothing to quench his thirst.

Fierce kisses are exchanged. Tongues twine and teeth nip on bruised lips.

Seto pulls away to kneel between his lover’s legs. He tucks the long limbs up and ties Jou’s ankles to the base of the armrests with two more scarves, leaving Jou’s rosy entrance exposed for his personal delight.

“Seto...c’mon already.” Jou could almost be ashamed of his begging tone, but the consuming lust in the brunet’s smothering gaze overwhelms him. Just a glance into Seto’s desire-darkened eyes banish any such thoughts.

Jou watches through a burning haze as Seto casually pours champagne over his fingers. Wet fingertips come to circle the pink ring of muscle, making the blond quiver even more in his need. Jou whines again. “Patience, mutt, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Seto, ple—ah!” Jou tosses his head back as three deft fingers push their way in. Seto varies the strength and speed of his thrusts in a torturous pattern, grinning all the while.
“Say you like it, mutt. Say it...”
“I...ahn...I like i-it...” The brunet’s grin broadens. It had taken him months of coaxing to get his lover to say something so simple yet arousing. It feels like a small victory every time.

Their lips mash together once more in another champagne kiss; a thin rivulet of the pale rosy liquid trails from the corner of Jou’s mouth. His lover pulls back to watch how he squirms, and with a particularly vicious smirk, Seto shoves his fingers in deep. Jou screams as his hips jerk, his cock spasms and splays his chest with white ribbons of sticky seed.

Jou is left without his senses of sight and hearing for a few long moments, all the while feeling a soft, warm cloth cleaning the mess he made on himself. The scarves are untied, then he’s cradled in strong arms.
The feel of the familiar bed beneath him brings Jou back to full awareness.

Golden-brown eyes watch as silk slips from broad shoulders, flowing over pallid flesh like the alcohol they’ve been drinking. The discarded clothes are folded and set aside.
Every motion is smooth and meticulous. It annoys the hell out of the blond. Of course, all such thoughts fly out the window as soon as Seto’s hands are on him, reawakening his nerves.

Jou is soon on his knees, sucking Seto off with fervor. His lover’s unique flavor fills his mouth, making him moan. On some level, he’s glad that he stopped refusing to perform the act. Making the other teen wither from his ministrations is one hell of a power trip.
But it’s not long before Seto pulls him off, a small whine escaping the blond’s throat.

Seto firmly holds Jou’s chin. “Does puppy want to go for a ride?” He chuckles at Jou’s refusal to answer the question and opts instead to pull him onto his lap. Their groins rub together deliciously.
Jou is lifted then lowered onto the waiting shaft with practiced ease. Not a moment passes before he’s bouncing.

Jou holds onto Seto’s shoulders, his head thrown back with abandon. His nails will definitely leave crescent marks on the smooth skin.
Seto raises him slowly then brings him down hard, again and again. His hands squeeze and caress the firm ass and sharp hips while he occupies his mouth with charting Jou’s neck and shoulders.

But it’s not enough.

Jou is all but manhandled off and maneuvered onto his hands and knees. “Ahh!” Seto’s powerful thrust sends him onto his elbows, the side of his face buried in a pillow. “Oh God! Seto!”

His stoic lover isn’t usually so fierce...so passionate. Everything feels alive; every nerve has been set aflame.
Seto’s sensual lips brush his ear.

“Mine.”

The orgasm crashes through Jou like a tsunami, bringing an array of colors and sensations with it. His scream can be heard echoing through the hallway as his body jerks, milking the shaft for every drop of hot sticky seed.

The pair finally collapses.

Jou jerks in shock when long arms wrap around him from behind, but Seto doesn’t let go. Instead he pulls the blond closer and buries his face in the golden locks. Jou catches the faint murmuring of the half-asleep man against his ear, the puffs of warm breath making him shiver.

For a few moments Jou closes his eyes and just concentrates on the male behind him. Listening to him breathing, feeling his heart against his back. It’s like the sweetest of lullabies. He relaxes further and snuggles into his lover’s arms.

A short nap can’t hurt.


The sun’s coming up.

I slip out of his loose embrace. By some strange grace of God I’ve already stayed much longer than usual with him just holding me. I don’t think he’s ever just held me like that before. It felt...nice. It made me feel kinda special.

What the hell am I thinking? I need to get outta here before he wakes up and gets pissy. But it’s not like I could have left without waking him up, not with how he was holding me.
...not that I tried very hard either.

I shake my head.
Anyhoo, gotta leave.

I find the usual envelope on the desk and put it in my inside breast pocket. I pause, the weight of the box holding me back. Seto didn’t say anything about today...er, yesterday now...
God, why am I shaking?

Steeling myself, I pull it out with a sweaty hand and place the box on the desk.
“...Happy anniversary, moneybags.”

~ ~ ~

I don’t think I’m going to make it home. Hot pricks are stinging my eyes and my lip feels raw from gnawing on it. I think I taste blood.

A choking sob forces me to slam the breaks. I barely notice my head getting knocked against the steering wheel before I fall back on my seat. My breaths shudder painfully as I use what’s left of my sense to park the car inside some random alley.

My hands spasm from how hard I’m clutching my jacket, my tears staining the expensive material. I can’t stop crying. My chest hurts. It feels like someone rammed a sledgehammer into my ribs.

It shouldn’t matter. It’s not like I expected anything. It’s just fucking sex! We’re not a couple!
But I can’t stop these damn tears. I can barely breathe my chest is so tight.

The envelope pokes into the soft spot beneath my collarbone, scratching the skin Seto had so recently touched. In a fit of anger I yank it out of my pocket and throw it against the passenger-side door. The paper bills burst out and scatter like snow across the seat.
I almost didn’t see the pale blue card, my sight being so blurry from my tears.

I choke back a sob and wipe my eyes with one of my sleeves while I undo my seatbelt. It’s definitely a card. Seto doesn’t give cards, so what the hell could it be?
He’s probably grown bored of me...he must want to cut it off.
If my hands weren’t shaking so much I’d tear the damn thing apart.

I suck in a sharp breath.

‘Happy Anniversary’

Laughter bubbles out of my mouth even as more tears fall. I must be going insane, crying and laughing at the same time. I can’t help it. My chest still hurts, I still can’t breathe right, but I feel so relieved somehow. I don’t know how to express it—I can’t express it any other way.

I wonder if Seto has opened his present yet?

~*~*~*~

End Notes: Title Explanation

To traditionalists, the first anniversary is known as ‘the paper anniversary’. You’re supposed to give your S.O. some kind of paper gift. Like a thousand paper cranes you folded yourself.

The title also represents the money and just how ‘paper thin’ Jou thought their relationship was.


Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this. I seriously don’t think I’m going to write anymore of this particular universe unless I’m really, really inspired.

And damn, that must have been the longest lemon I’ve ever written! Kudos to me!
After reading books by Sherrilyn Kenyon, I felt like I was gypping off my readers and HAD to write something to compensate. XD (Read her Dark Hunter series!)

So, yeah...comments?