Of Puppies, Dragons and Foxes
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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,480
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3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Blissful Order
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Kaiba...
Even simply saying the name is enough to send shivers down my spine…
It makes me flush hot and then cold, fire and ice all boiling inside me at once, an inner turmoil…
Kaiba…
There goes the shiver again, winding its way along my back, lightly caressing my skin sending delicious sensations to my already overwhelmed brain…
I just can’t wait until tonight, when I can feel that lean body grinding into mine, that unbearable intensity, the shuddering as we both begin to reach that place…
“JONOUCHI!”
The blonde jumped, nervously straightening his loose white outfit as his Sabumnin or teacher approached, an annoyed glare on his face. Jou bowed low, hurriedly wiping sweaty palms on the trousers of his do bok. A light hand swatted the mass of sun-kissed tresses and Jou muttered an apology.
“You’re not here to dream, you’re here to train! If you want to be a master at Choi Kwang Do, you need to have strength and talent, which you certainly show, but you need to find your centre, your balance.” Mr Banfield said quietly, his piercing black eyes gazing into Jou’s own amber ones as a firm hand lifted the youngster’s chin, “You have fire and passion certainly, but you need to focus it.” Jou tried to look directly into the shorter Korean man’s eyes, but failed and settled his gaze onto the polished floor on which they were standing. All around him, the resounding thuds of kicks and punches on shields echoed around the large hall, interspersed with strident ki haps, the battle cry made in Choi Kwang Do.
With a muffled “Humph” Jou’s instructor took a few steps back, calmly eying the tall blonde before him. He has potential, the black belt thought, his face expressionless as he mused, His techniques are perfectly sharp and his patterns are certainly impressive. It’s no wonder he reached brown belt so quickly, not to mention the fact he passed the assistant instructor course with flying colours. Yet I get the feeling that he isn’t putting his whole self into it, he doesn’t understand the true meaning of Choi Kwang Do. Remembering that Jou was still there, Mr Banfield motioned for him to continue with his exercise and turned to the next group of students.
Relieved to be released from his Sabumnin’s scrutiny, Jou launched into a flurry of kicks, punches, blocks and weaves, fists and feet a blur in the air. There was a rhythm about the martial art that Jou loved, the smoothness from which his body flowed into each move. If he hadn’t been afraid of what his friend’s would say, Jou would have been tempted to go with Anzu to dance school, but this, this satisfied his affinity for rhythm and patterns, while still protecting his masculinity. Well, as much masculinity as a gay guy can have he thought wryly, deftly performing a difficult twisting kick, It was so strange coming clean with everyone about me and Kaiba…no, Seto! He frowned, mentally correcting himself, but smirked as he remembered how gob smacked everyone had been. Not about his sexuality, but simply about his choice in partner.
Flashback:
“Kaiba? You gotta mean Mokuba right?” Yuugi said tentatively after blinking like a god-damned deer. Those violet eyes widened when a blushing Jou shook his head, “Seto? But why? I mean you two hate each other?” An increase in blushes on Jou’s part silenced the slender youth who leaned confusedly against Yami. The taller, older version of Yuugi had a small smirk upon his dusky features as he looked at the red-faced blonde, one slender hand caressing the tri-coloured peaks of his hikari’s hair.
“It certainly took you two long enough.” came the deep voice of the five thousand year old Pharaoh, “That’s one thousand yen that Bakura owes me now…” Jou glared at the older man and was in the process of opening his mouth to come up with some snappy and witty retort when a platinum blonde cannon ball hit his stomach. Winded, the lanky man toppled over and hit the floor with a resounding thud. Pushing his mass of honeyed hair out of his eyes, he looked up into the manically grinning lavender eyes of a certain Egyptian.
“This is great!” Malik burbled, “Now you can come on double dates with me and Marik, or Yugi and Yami or Ryou and Bakura or Honda and Otogi…” His ramblings were interrupted by simultaneous death stares from the latter pair mentioned.
“How many times must I tell you that I’m straight!?!” Honda yelled, his brown half Mohawk quivering with frustration. “I…date…girls! I…date…Shizuka!”
At the same time, Otogi was fiercely rubbing his dice earring, his own glare boring into the forehead of the inanely smiling Malik. “I would never date a loser like Honda…” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, “Honda doesn’t have enough of an ass - everyone knows I’m an ass man!” The watchers all fell over anime style, apart from Honda who didn’t know whether to look relieved or insulted.
Marik smiled, though there was no hint of of apology in those wide eyes. He shrugged, “Well, most of us are coupled up – it’s kinda hard not to assume that you guys will get together…Marik help me!” The Egyptian squeaked and scrambled behind the strong and silent form of his yami when he saw the looks on Honda and Otogi’s faces.
Jou, still blushing with mortification, looked shyly at the others. “You don’t mind? You…you don’t think I’m strange or disgusting or crazy?” A lump formed in his throat and he looked towards his feet, blinking furiously to keep the tears leaking from his eyes. The blonde jumped slightly as a slim arm wrapped itself around his face and he looked down into Yuugi’s earnest eyes.
“Strange maybe. Crazy certainly. Disgusting? Never.”
End Flashback
Walking out of the changing room, honeyed hair darkened to light brown with wetness; Jou stuffed the last of his fighting clothes into a large and rather odorous sports bag. Tumbling through the doors of the dojang, ignoring the startled cries of several white belts that he knocked over in his haste to reach outside, where HE was waiting. Skidding to a halt on the sidewalk, those amber eyes scanned the parking lot frantically. The eager expression on his graceful features fell, broad shoulders slumping with disappointment. He said he’d be here. He promised.
Strong hands bind folded his eyes and a low voice grated in his ear, “Guess who?” Jou let out a startled yell and automatically did what he knew best. Butting backwards with his back, he gripped the arms trapping him and heaved, attempting to throw his attacker over his shoulder. To his horror, his assailant turned, drawing his pull into the curve of his arm and efficiently locking him against a lean body. Jou struggled, trying to get free of the iron grip, his back pressed up against the mystery person’s chest.
“Calm down puppy or you won’t get your surprise,” a wry voice drawled and Jou felt a cool hand being placed over his navel where his shirt had ridden up.
“Seto, you bastard!” Jou squeaked, then winced at how pathetic and feminine that had sounded. He blushed again when he heard the low chuckles of the CEO who, by the way, still hadn’t released him from his grasp.
“Now now Puppy, when will you learn to stick with the traditional Japanese martial arts, not this sappy Korean version.” Jou could feel the smirk playing across his lover’s lips and despite his anger felt warmth flowing through his veins.
“I’ve told you, it’s more about self-defence then –“
“Well, good job you’ve done about protecting yourself now haven’t you? From what I can see, you’re completely helpless.” Jou shivered as he felt warm breath brushing across the skin at the nape of his neck. “You’re completely in my power.” Lips brushed the same spot caressed by moving air a moment beforehand and the blonde involuntarily let out a faint moan. “Someone could do anything they wanted to you…” Jou waited breathlessly to see what Seto would do next. After a few agonizing moments of waiting, he relaxed then yelped as shining teeth nipped the skin of his jaw. “That’s for trying to throw me.”
Jou, struggling to retain his dignity as Seto let go of him, turned to face the brunette. Legs akimbo and arms crossed across his chest, he glared at the smirking man and opened his mouth to reply, but was swept once more into a tight grip. Leanly muscled arms roved over his own lanky body, one hand settling beneath his shirt at the small of his back, the other firmly entangled in his hair, applying pressure to tilt his head upwards, amber eyes meeting sapphire ones before their lips met as well.
Mouths crushed against each other, Jou felt his own treacherous body respond by circling Seto’s slim waist with his own arms. I’m supposed to be mad at you, no way am I just gonna let you kiss me and….nuhhh, why the hell do you have to be so good at that? The blonde thought as he felt Seto run an insisting tongue along the entrance to his mouth. No way are you getting in there mister. I can refuse you, you won’t get in. Feeling that he wasn’t gaining entry, the roving tongue persisted, raising the pressure. I’m saying no…you are not getting in my mouth. Lips nibbled softly at his own, but Jou pressed them firmly together, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. I won’t let you get the satisfaction. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts. The CEO brought one hand to cup Jou’s face, the rough pad of his thumb rasping against the smooth golden skin. Um…Shizuka shaving her legs… More probing with a tongue, the movement becoming more heated. Yuugi getting one of his nosebleeds. Seto’s hand traced the contours of his face. Nuhhh, um…Marik and Malik making out – I swear, it’s not macking, it’s more like chewing…What the?!?
Jou jumped as he felt a hand press against his groin, the following ache surprising him into parting his lips just for a moment. It was enough. Seto immediately dove tongue-first into the blonde’s mouth, tongue flicking lightly against Jou’s lips as it passed by. Caressing the warm depths, it rubbed cat-like against Jou’s own tongue, exciting it into its own movements. Jou sighed and deepened the kiss further, before pushing the brunette away. He pouted and tried to look ferociously at the smirking Seto.
“That was a dirty trick!” he protested, batting away the hand that was crawling up the inside of his leg. Slightly peeved that he had lost the battle for dominance of his mouth, he turned and stalked over to Seto’s limo and clambered in. A shadow darkened the doorway and a large object was thrust into Jou’s arms.
“Be careful Puppy, you almost forgot your bag.” The CEO was satisfied in the knowledge that he could make his little blonde puppy do what he wanted. “Dirty yes, but if I can get into your mouth so quickly, I bet I can get into your pants before we get home.” The taller man pushed Jou down on the leather seats, slamming the door with one foot as he lay on top of his captive, who was trying not to blush.
“But Seto…the leather sticks to my ass.”
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Later that night…
Jou padded downstairs, yawning slightly as he ruffled already tousled hair. Blinking at the watch on his wrist, he tried to see something other than a red blur. Fiercely, he focused on the glowing screen. 1:38am was what his watch declared the time to be. Outside, he could hear sheets of rain pounding against the roof, a rhythmic pounding noise that vibrated from the floor to his legs, swirling in his belly and rising to his head. Like a thousand drums playing at once, Mother Nature had once more played her own music.
Alone in the dim corridor, velvet carpet soft against his bare toes. With the perfect background beat, Jou began his exercise. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave. He grinned ecstatically and carried on. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave. The staccato beat grew faster, tempo rising as the sound of the rain crescendoed. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave, one kick, two punch, three block, four weave, one kick, two punch… A thudding of thunder ran beneath the rapid noise of the rain and a single burst of sheet lightening illuminated Jou’s wiry figure mid-kick, etching his outline against the huge French windows.
God, he’s beautiful, thought Seto as he watched from the entrance to his ground floor office. He had taken a break from his work to fetch himself a drink when he had been frozen to the spot by the sight of Jou. The fluid movements. His breathless pants. The way his sweat shone slickly on his bare chest. He’s beautiful….and he’s all mine.
The sound of the rain lessened, the drumming subsiding to a soft pitter pat against the window panes. The blonde’s movements also slowed, the sharp motions now coming with an almost dream like quality. Jou finally stopped and Seto could see him gazing out of the windows, a still figure bathed in the rippling shadows that the running rain gave off. A small smirk played across his face and the CEO retreated back into his office, once more seating himself before the computer and busying himself with his paperwork.
A creak of floorboards announced Jou’s presence, as did the shadow that fell across his work. He knew that if he looked up, he would see a pout on his little puppy’s face.
“Seto…it’s tomorrow now…come to bed…” was the whispered plea into his ear.
“Puppy, if it’s tomorrow now, that makes it today.” Seto replied in that infuriatingly calm voice of his. “Now go back to your basket, Puppy, your master still has some work to do.”
“That’s what you said last night, and the night before.” Jou placed a gentle hand on Seto’s shoulder, the fight-calloused palm dancing over his customary trench coat. “You work too hard. I think so, Yuugi thinks so…”
“Why would I care what that midget thinks?” Seto snapped, though his heart wasn’t in it. Being with Jou had forced him to at least tolerate his friends. As long as Yuugi wasn’t being too innocent and he didn’t have to listen to Anzu’s long sappy speeches about friendship, he had found they were not that bad company. God I’ve sunk low…
“We all think so, even Mokuba thinks so when he finds the time to call.
“Mokuba isn’t here,” Seto murmured, “He’s still travelling. If he’s on schedule he should be in England now.” Jou was silent, knowing how much it had hurt the brunette when Mokuba had decided to take a year off before university to travel, however much he tried to deny it. A mirror image of Seto’s customary smirk appeared on the blonde’s face as he impulsively moved forwards. Straddling the leather chair, he firmly seated himself on the CEO’s lap, hands straying to rest on the slim hips. “As I said, you work too hard and you also know what they say about people who work too much…” He leaned down to place a languorous kiss on Seto’s lips.
“What do you say about coming to bed now?” Jou whispered, pulling away slightly, amber eyes looking, well, puppyishly at the sapphire ones.
In answer, Seto gripped Jou’s chin and returned the kiss, deepening it this time, tongue gently stroking along the blonde’s pouty lower lip. As Jou relaxed, opening up and moaning slightly into Seto’s mouth. Attention focused on the heat passing from the other’s lips, he failed to notice the slight shift in weight beneath him. With a startled yell, Jou found himself dumped unceremoniously on his behind. Scrambling to his feet, the blonde turned to find Seto once more bent over his paper work.
Angry as a balked cat, Jou stalked slowly and deliberately towards the desk. With one swift movement, he swept all of the papers of the desk. White sheets fluttered to the floor as the blonde seated himself on the desk, grinning ferally at the shocked Seto.
“Well, if you don’’t want to come to bed, I guess I’ll just have to stay here then…” he said seductively, running one bare foot up the inside of Seto’s thigh. The brunette shivered and automatically raised his hips.
“But…”
“Why not? I sent your staff home and there’s no Mokuba to walk in on us this time.” In spite of his sultry mood, Jou couldn’t help, but grin at the memory. The look on Seto’s younger brother’s face when he walked in on them on this very room…
Flashback:
“Big Brother?” came a shocked voice from behind them. Jou groaned and futilely tried to pull his trousers back on in order to spare the younger Kaiba from any more horror. The big brother in question swore and shoved the tube of lube in his hand into a nearby drawer.
Big eyes flicked from the blonde to the brunette as the then seventeen year old took a few steps forward into the room, looking haunted of how much it smelt of sex. His bottom lip quivered when the CEO couldn’t look him in the eye.
“You?….and Jou?” Seto could only nod dumbly as he wrapped an arm around a blushing Jou’s waist. Something died in Mokuba’s eyes and he blinked like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. “But he’s a Wheeler!”
To his shame and Jou’s obvious delight, Seto blushed like a schoolgirl, albeit a tall, icy eyed and sarcastic one. “How sharp of you to notice Mokuba,” he snapped, “He is a Wheeler and yes it’s me and him.”
It was now Mokuba’s turn to blush and he looked at the ground, muttering an apology as he fidgeted. “Sorry, Seto…I…I…” Giving up, the teenager fled. Seto watched him go and sighed, running a hand through his brown locks.
Jou patted his shoulder comfortingly, but then the time for comfort was over. Spinning him around, the blonde twined vine-like around the brunette. “Now, where we…”
End Flashback:
Seto shivered deliciously as that travelling foot reached a very sensitive area. “I suppose if all my notes are so jumbled, we might as well go to bed.” He moaned as Jou mischeviously increased the pressure, “It...it would be more comfortable.”
Jou was slightly surprised. Was the great, indomitable Seto Kaiba begging for some loving. An ecstatic grin pasted itself on his face as he yanked Seto up to stand between his parted legs. Looking hungrily into the half-closed blue eyes, Jou murmured, “Who said this was going to be comfortable?”
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Lell: Well, I hope you liked. (Points at review button) You see that? Use it. (Pokes a sleeping Ryou)
Ryou: Huh?
Lell: Do your job again…
Ryou: Oh yeah (Does happy dance) Any flamers will have their arms ripped off and then will be beaten half to death with the soggy end. Then…(Blinks at cue card) Ooooh, that’s gotta hurt!
Lell: Damn straight…Constructive criticism yes, flames without reason....*Grins creepily*
Kaiba...
Even simply saying the name is enough to send shivers down my spine…
It makes me flush hot and then cold, fire and ice all boiling inside me at once, an inner turmoil…
Kaiba…
There goes the shiver again, winding its way along my back, lightly caressing my skin sending delicious sensations to my already overwhelmed brain…
I just can’t wait until tonight, when I can feel that lean body grinding into mine, that unbearable intensity, the shuddering as we both begin to reach that place…
“JONOUCHI!”
The blonde jumped, nervously straightening his loose white outfit as his Sabumnin or teacher approached, an annoyed glare on his face. Jou bowed low, hurriedly wiping sweaty palms on the trousers of his do bok. A light hand swatted the mass of sun-kissed tresses and Jou muttered an apology.
“You’re not here to dream, you’re here to train! If you want to be a master at Choi Kwang Do, you need to have strength and talent, which you certainly show, but you need to find your centre, your balance.” Mr Banfield said quietly, his piercing black eyes gazing into Jou’s own amber ones as a firm hand lifted the youngster’s chin, “You have fire and passion certainly, but you need to focus it.” Jou tried to look directly into the shorter Korean man’s eyes, but failed and settled his gaze onto the polished floor on which they were standing. All around him, the resounding thuds of kicks and punches on shields echoed around the large hall, interspersed with strident ki haps, the battle cry made in Choi Kwang Do.
With a muffled “Humph” Jou’s instructor took a few steps back, calmly eying the tall blonde before him. He has potential, the black belt thought, his face expressionless as he mused, His techniques are perfectly sharp and his patterns are certainly impressive. It’s no wonder he reached brown belt so quickly, not to mention the fact he passed the assistant instructor course with flying colours. Yet I get the feeling that he isn’t putting his whole self into it, he doesn’t understand the true meaning of Choi Kwang Do. Remembering that Jou was still there, Mr Banfield motioned for him to continue with his exercise and turned to the next group of students.
Relieved to be released from his Sabumnin’s scrutiny, Jou launched into a flurry of kicks, punches, blocks and weaves, fists and feet a blur in the air. There was a rhythm about the martial art that Jou loved, the smoothness from which his body flowed into each move. If he hadn’t been afraid of what his friend’s would say, Jou would have been tempted to go with Anzu to dance school, but this, this satisfied his affinity for rhythm and patterns, while still protecting his masculinity. Well, as much masculinity as a gay guy can have he thought wryly, deftly performing a difficult twisting kick, It was so strange coming clean with everyone about me and Kaiba…no, Seto! He frowned, mentally correcting himself, but smirked as he remembered how gob smacked everyone had been. Not about his sexuality, but simply about his choice in partner.
Flashback:
“Kaiba? You gotta mean Mokuba right?” Yuugi said tentatively after blinking like a god-damned deer. Those violet eyes widened when a blushing Jou shook his head, “Seto? But why? I mean you two hate each other?” An increase in blushes on Jou’s part silenced the slender youth who leaned confusedly against Yami. The taller, older version of Yuugi had a small smirk upon his dusky features as he looked at the red-faced blonde, one slender hand caressing the tri-coloured peaks of his hikari’s hair.
“It certainly took you two long enough.” came the deep voice of the five thousand year old Pharaoh, “That’s one thousand yen that Bakura owes me now…” Jou glared at the older man and was in the process of opening his mouth to come up with some snappy and witty retort when a platinum blonde cannon ball hit his stomach. Winded, the lanky man toppled over and hit the floor with a resounding thud. Pushing his mass of honeyed hair out of his eyes, he looked up into the manically grinning lavender eyes of a certain Egyptian.
“This is great!” Malik burbled, “Now you can come on double dates with me and Marik, or Yugi and Yami or Ryou and Bakura or Honda and Otogi…” His ramblings were interrupted by simultaneous death stares from the latter pair mentioned.
“How many times must I tell you that I’m straight!?!” Honda yelled, his brown half Mohawk quivering with frustration. “I…date…girls! I…date…Shizuka!”
At the same time, Otogi was fiercely rubbing his dice earring, his own glare boring into the forehead of the inanely smiling Malik. “I would never date a loser like Honda…” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, “Honda doesn’t have enough of an ass - everyone knows I’m an ass man!” The watchers all fell over anime style, apart from Honda who didn’t know whether to look relieved or insulted.
Marik smiled, though there was no hint of of apology in those wide eyes. He shrugged, “Well, most of us are coupled up – it’s kinda hard not to assume that you guys will get together…Marik help me!” The Egyptian squeaked and scrambled behind the strong and silent form of his yami when he saw the looks on Honda and Otogi’s faces.
Jou, still blushing with mortification, looked shyly at the others. “You don’t mind? You…you don’t think I’m strange or disgusting or crazy?” A lump formed in his throat and he looked towards his feet, blinking furiously to keep the tears leaking from his eyes. The blonde jumped slightly as a slim arm wrapped itself around his face and he looked down into Yuugi’s earnest eyes.
“Strange maybe. Crazy certainly. Disgusting? Never.”
End Flashback
Walking out of the changing room, honeyed hair darkened to light brown with wetness; Jou stuffed the last of his fighting clothes into a large and rather odorous sports bag. Tumbling through the doors of the dojang, ignoring the startled cries of several white belts that he knocked over in his haste to reach outside, where HE was waiting. Skidding to a halt on the sidewalk, those amber eyes scanned the parking lot frantically. The eager expression on his graceful features fell, broad shoulders slumping with disappointment. He said he’d be here. He promised.
Strong hands bind folded his eyes and a low voice grated in his ear, “Guess who?” Jou let out a startled yell and automatically did what he knew best. Butting backwards with his back, he gripped the arms trapping him and heaved, attempting to throw his attacker over his shoulder. To his horror, his assailant turned, drawing his pull into the curve of his arm and efficiently locking him against a lean body. Jou struggled, trying to get free of the iron grip, his back pressed up against the mystery person’s chest.
“Calm down puppy or you won’t get your surprise,” a wry voice drawled and Jou felt a cool hand being placed over his navel where his shirt had ridden up.
“Seto, you bastard!” Jou squeaked, then winced at how pathetic and feminine that had sounded. He blushed again when he heard the low chuckles of the CEO who, by the way, still hadn’t released him from his grasp.
“Now now Puppy, when will you learn to stick with the traditional Japanese martial arts, not this sappy Korean version.” Jou could feel the smirk playing across his lover’s lips and despite his anger felt warmth flowing through his veins.
“I’ve told you, it’s more about self-defence then –“
“Well, good job you’ve done about protecting yourself now haven’t you? From what I can see, you’re completely helpless.” Jou shivered as he felt warm breath brushing across the skin at the nape of his neck. “You’re completely in my power.” Lips brushed the same spot caressed by moving air a moment beforehand and the blonde involuntarily let out a faint moan. “Someone could do anything they wanted to you…” Jou waited breathlessly to see what Seto would do next. After a few agonizing moments of waiting, he relaxed then yelped as shining teeth nipped the skin of his jaw. “That’s for trying to throw me.”
Jou, struggling to retain his dignity as Seto let go of him, turned to face the brunette. Legs akimbo and arms crossed across his chest, he glared at the smirking man and opened his mouth to reply, but was swept once more into a tight grip. Leanly muscled arms roved over his own lanky body, one hand settling beneath his shirt at the small of his back, the other firmly entangled in his hair, applying pressure to tilt his head upwards, amber eyes meeting sapphire ones before their lips met as well.
Mouths crushed against each other, Jou felt his own treacherous body respond by circling Seto’s slim waist with his own arms. I’m supposed to be mad at you, no way am I just gonna let you kiss me and….nuhhh, why the hell do you have to be so good at that? The blonde thought as he felt Seto run an insisting tongue along the entrance to his mouth. No way are you getting in there mister. I can refuse you, you won’t get in. Feeling that he wasn’t gaining entry, the roving tongue persisted, raising the pressure. I’m saying no…you are not getting in my mouth. Lips nibbled softly at his own, but Jou pressed them firmly together, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. I won’t let you get the satisfaction. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts. The CEO brought one hand to cup Jou’s face, the rough pad of his thumb rasping against the smooth golden skin. Um…Shizuka shaving her legs… More probing with a tongue, the movement becoming more heated. Yuugi getting one of his nosebleeds. Seto’s hand traced the contours of his face. Nuhhh, um…Marik and Malik making out – I swear, it’s not macking, it’s more like chewing…What the?!?
Jou jumped as he felt a hand press against his groin, the following ache surprising him into parting his lips just for a moment. It was enough. Seto immediately dove tongue-first into the blonde’s mouth, tongue flicking lightly against Jou’s lips as it passed by. Caressing the warm depths, it rubbed cat-like against Jou’s own tongue, exciting it into its own movements. Jou sighed and deepened the kiss further, before pushing the brunette away. He pouted and tried to look ferociously at the smirking Seto.
“That was a dirty trick!” he protested, batting away the hand that was crawling up the inside of his leg. Slightly peeved that he had lost the battle for dominance of his mouth, he turned and stalked over to Seto’s limo and clambered in. A shadow darkened the doorway and a large object was thrust into Jou’s arms.
“Be careful Puppy, you almost forgot your bag.” The CEO was satisfied in the knowledge that he could make his little blonde puppy do what he wanted. “Dirty yes, but if I can get into your mouth so quickly, I bet I can get into your pants before we get home.” The taller man pushed Jou down on the leather seats, slamming the door with one foot as he lay on top of his captive, who was trying not to blush.
“But Seto…the leather sticks to my ass.”
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Later that night…
Jou padded downstairs, yawning slightly as he ruffled already tousled hair. Blinking at the watch on his wrist, he tried to see something other than a red blur. Fiercely, he focused on the glowing screen. 1:38am was what his watch declared the time to be. Outside, he could hear sheets of rain pounding against the roof, a rhythmic pounding noise that vibrated from the floor to his legs, swirling in his belly and rising to his head. Like a thousand drums playing at once, Mother Nature had once more played her own music.
Alone in the dim corridor, velvet carpet soft against his bare toes. With the perfect background beat, Jou began his exercise. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave. He grinned ecstatically and carried on. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave. The staccato beat grew faster, tempo rising as the sound of the rain crescendoed. One kick, two punch, three block, four weave, one kick, two punch, three block, four weave, one kick, two punch… A thudding of thunder ran beneath the rapid noise of the rain and a single burst of sheet lightening illuminated Jou’s wiry figure mid-kick, etching his outline against the huge French windows.
God, he’s beautiful, thought Seto as he watched from the entrance to his ground floor office. He had taken a break from his work to fetch himself a drink when he had been frozen to the spot by the sight of Jou. The fluid movements. His breathless pants. The way his sweat shone slickly on his bare chest. He’s beautiful….and he’s all mine.
The sound of the rain lessened, the drumming subsiding to a soft pitter pat against the window panes. The blonde’s movements also slowed, the sharp motions now coming with an almost dream like quality. Jou finally stopped and Seto could see him gazing out of the windows, a still figure bathed in the rippling shadows that the running rain gave off. A small smirk played across his face and the CEO retreated back into his office, once more seating himself before the computer and busying himself with his paperwork.
A creak of floorboards announced Jou’s presence, as did the shadow that fell across his work. He knew that if he looked up, he would see a pout on his little puppy’s face.
“Seto…it’s tomorrow now…come to bed…” was the whispered plea into his ear.
“Puppy, if it’s tomorrow now, that makes it today.” Seto replied in that infuriatingly calm voice of his. “Now go back to your basket, Puppy, your master still has some work to do.”
“That’s what you said last night, and the night before.” Jou placed a gentle hand on Seto’s shoulder, the fight-calloused palm dancing over his customary trench coat. “You work too hard. I think so, Yuugi thinks so…”
“Why would I care what that midget thinks?” Seto snapped, though his heart wasn’t in it. Being with Jou had forced him to at least tolerate his friends. As long as Yuugi wasn’t being too innocent and he didn’t have to listen to Anzu’s long sappy speeches about friendship, he had found they were not that bad company. God I’ve sunk low…
“We all think so, even Mokuba thinks so when he finds the time to call.
“Mokuba isn’t here,” Seto murmured, “He’s still travelling. If he’s on schedule he should be in England now.” Jou was silent, knowing how much it had hurt the brunette when Mokuba had decided to take a year off before university to travel, however much he tried to deny it. A mirror image of Seto’s customary smirk appeared on the blonde’s face as he impulsively moved forwards. Straddling the leather chair, he firmly seated himself on the CEO’s lap, hands straying to rest on the slim hips. “As I said, you work too hard and you also know what they say about people who work too much…” He leaned down to place a languorous kiss on Seto’s lips.
“What do you say about coming to bed now?” Jou whispered, pulling away slightly, amber eyes looking, well, puppyishly at the sapphire ones.
In answer, Seto gripped Jou’s chin and returned the kiss, deepening it this time, tongue gently stroking along the blonde’s pouty lower lip. As Jou relaxed, opening up and moaning slightly into Seto’s mouth. Attention focused on the heat passing from the other’s lips, he failed to notice the slight shift in weight beneath him. With a startled yell, Jou found himself dumped unceremoniously on his behind. Scrambling to his feet, the blonde turned to find Seto once more bent over his paper work.
Angry as a balked cat, Jou stalked slowly and deliberately towards the desk. With one swift movement, he swept all of the papers of the desk. White sheets fluttered to the floor as the blonde seated himself on the desk, grinning ferally at the shocked Seto.
“Well, if you don’’t want to come to bed, I guess I’ll just have to stay here then…” he said seductively, running one bare foot up the inside of Seto’s thigh. The brunette shivered and automatically raised his hips.
“But…”
“Why not? I sent your staff home and there’s no Mokuba to walk in on us this time.” In spite of his sultry mood, Jou couldn’t help, but grin at the memory. The look on Seto’s younger brother’s face when he walked in on them on this very room…
Flashback:
“Big Brother?” came a shocked voice from behind them. Jou groaned and futilely tried to pull his trousers back on in order to spare the younger Kaiba from any more horror. The big brother in question swore and shoved the tube of lube in his hand into a nearby drawer.
Big eyes flicked from the blonde to the brunette as the then seventeen year old took a few steps forward into the room, looking haunted of how much it smelt of sex. His bottom lip quivered when the CEO couldn’t look him in the eye.
“You?….and Jou?” Seto could only nod dumbly as he wrapped an arm around a blushing Jou’s waist. Something died in Mokuba’s eyes and he blinked like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. “But he’s a Wheeler!”
To his shame and Jou’s obvious delight, Seto blushed like a schoolgirl, albeit a tall, icy eyed and sarcastic one. “How sharp of you to notice Mokuba,” he snapped, “He is a Wheeler and yes it’s me and him.”
It was now Mokuba’s turn to blush and he looked at the ground, muttering an apology as he fidgeted. “Sorry, Seto…I…I…” Giving up, the teenager fled. Seto watched him go and sighed, running a hand through his brown locks.
Jou patted his shoulder comfortingly, but then the time for comfort was over. Spinning him around, the blonde twined vine-like around the brunette. “Now, where we…”
End Flashback:
Seto shivered deliciously as that travelling foot reached a very sensitive area. “I suppose if all my notes are so jumbled, we might as well go to bed.” He moaned as Jou mischeviously increased the pressure, “It...it would be more comfortable.”
Jou was slightly surprised. Was the great, indomitable Seto Kaiba begging for some loving. An ecstatic grin pasted itself on his face as he yanked Seto up to stand between his parted legs. Looking hungrily into the half-closed blue eyes, Jou murmured, “Who said this was going to be comfortable?”
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Lell: Well, I hope you liked. (Points at review button) You see that? Use it. (Pokes a sleeping Ryou)
Ryou: Huh?
Lell: Do your job again…
Ryou: Oh yeah (Does happy dance) Any flamers will have their arms ripped off and then will be beaten half to death with the soggy end. Then…(Blinks at cue card) Ooooh, that’s gotta hurt!
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