Let Me Count The Ways

Title: Let Me Count the Ways
Author: JadedSoul
Disclaimer: Not my characters...it’s fiction written by a lowly fan.
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Seme: Jounouchi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Suddenly the fact that they hated each other didn’t seem like a good enough reason not to hop into bed.
Betas: Just me, I’m a one woman show.
Words: 4307

I wrote this for the Submissive Seto Mailing List in September but forgot to post it here until now. My bad!

It was supposed to have been his victory party. That shining moment where he reclaimed his title as the number one duelist and rubbed it all of their smug, superficial faces. Instead, he had placed third in his own tournament and was now stuck hosting a celebration for the one duelist who barely reached his waist and yet had managed to defeat him time and time again while giving sickening lectures on such misguided concepts as ‘friendship’ and ‘the heart of the cards’. It seemed fate just enjoyed making a mockery of him.

Seto had wanted to cancel the party, to tell all those invited that they could just kiss his ass and then mope about the mansion for a few days trying to come up with a new winning strategy, something to make them all regret ever meeting him. Mokuba had said he was being childish and that if he didn’t want to throw the lavish event he had initially planned in his own honor, that he should just invite the finalists over to the mansion for an hour or two and then send them on their merry little way. Not wanting to look weak for running away from his defeat, Seto reluctantly agreed to the second option.

And that was how he’d ended up with a house full of teenagers gorging themselves on the expensive catered snacks he had arranged for. He didn’t know how his invite to only the other seven finalists had turned into a group of maybe twenty or thirty, but he wasn’t thrilled about it. In fact, he was seconds away from calling security and having each and every last one of them removed from the premises. It was only the sight of Mokuba’s smiling face and ringing laughter from among the crowd that stopped him. At least one of them was having a good time. Rather than make any further attempt at mingling past his mere appearance at the party, Seto found himself a nice secluded corner and stood in it, scowling.

“Whoa Kaiba,” Mai exclaimed when she spotted him sulking in the shadows. “You look like you could use a drink.” The gorgeous blonde who was practically spilling out of her low-cut top wiped the lipstick prints off her glass and held it out to the CEO.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Seto sneered at the amber colored liquid sloshing inside the offered glass.

“Fine, fine,” she laughed. “I’ll go get you your own. I’m sure you’re more of a wine guy, but all I brought was beer so I hope you don’t mind.” Her violet eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re not holding out on us are you?” She asked the question as if expecting him to confess to a horde of liquor hidden in a safe behind some old painting somewhere in the mansion.

Seto bristled at the comment. “Why is there alcohol in MY house to begin with?”

Mai was smiling at him again. “I brought it because I happen to be an adult Kaiba.”

“Yes,” Seto acknowledged condescendingly. “A very mature adult who is handing out alcohol to underage teenagers.”

For a moment she looked like she was going to slap him, but then she laughed again and told him to wait right there before disappearing into the crowd of people. He’d thought he was free of her, but a few minutes later she reappeared with another drink in her fingers, this one for him.

“It wouldn’t hurt to loosen up a little,” she told him as she practically forced the drink into his hand. Then she heard someone call her name and with a flirtatious little wink she was gone again.

Seto stayed in his corner for a few more minutes keeping his grasp on the filled glass but not drinking. When the crowd started randomly demanding that Yugi give a victory speech, he reached the end of his tolerance level and headed outside onto the veranda. The party was being held on the first floor spanning several of the main rooms, and so it wasn’t all that hard to just step outside through the sitting room’s french doors. A gust of wind caressed him, dancing through his chestnut brown strands of hair. Seto was surprised to discover that he actually found the fresh night air a bit chilly. He wished he had more on then the tight black pants that showcased his strong, lengthy legs and the white silk shirt he had chosen to wear, but he wasn’t about to go back in and grab a jacket. There was too much of a risk that Mokuba might spot him and insist he stay and chat.

The view of the night sky wasn’t too hampered by the distant glow of city lights, and Seto was able to look up and see the many different constellations mapping out the sky. Lowering his gaze, his sharp blue eyes drank in the lush garden around him that he realized he never really took the time to enjoy during the day even though it was in his own backyard. Seto didn’t even notice that he had slowly started to sip away at the drink in his hand. It was only when he brought the empty glass to his full pink lips that he realized how long he must have been outside. The exposed skin from his unbuttoned collar was tingling in the cold, and it was with a heavy heart that Seto turned around to go back inside.

The sight of Jounouchi standing a few feet away watching him made him stop in his tracks.

“How long have you been out here mutt?”

Jounouchi pulled his hands out of his coat pockets and crossed his arms. “Long enough.”

It bothered Seto that he hadn’t known the other boy was there; hadn’t been able to sense his critical honey brown eyes on him. The young CEO’s mind protested that no matter how long the blond had been out here it was unlikely that he had been watching the taller duelist the entire time, and yet Seto knew he had.

“You’re a terrible host you know,” Jounouchi informed him.

“And you’re an unwelcome guest.”

Jounouchi reached into one of the pockets of his tattered green jacket and pulled out a crinkled square of paper with calligraphy on it. “Then you shouldn’t have invited me.”

For a moment it seemed like the blond had gotten the upper hand, backed the brunet into a corner he couldn’t talk his way out of, but then Seto’s fierce eyes hardened. “Believe me, it wasn’t my idea.”

Jounouchi shoved the invitation back into his pocket. “Of course not,” he shrugged, and Seto swore he could hear resentment in his voice. But why would the mutt care who had invited him?

He obviously hadn’t cared enough not to come.

“So have you even bothered to congratulate Yugi yet, or were you just out here being the sore loser you always are?”

Feeling that familiar spark of hatred ignite within his blood, Seto rose to the challenge Jounouchi’s words had posed. “The only loser I see here tonight is you mutt. One of these days you’re going to realize you need more than luck if you want to beat a player of my or Yugi’s caliber. Your last ditch efforts just aren’t going to cut it anymore.”

The muscle along Jounouchi’s jaw twitched, and Seto could tell he was getting to the blond. Good, he thought. It was about time someone put the teen in his place. He was way too cocky about his not so impressive dueling skills.

“What’s this,” Jounouchi gasped in mock shock. His arms uncrossed and moved to cover his mouth in an overly dramatic display. “Dueling advice from the great Seto Kaiba? Oh if only I had a pen and paper to write it all down.” He took a few steps closer, and Seto realized the former gang member was a lot more menacing up close than he had been while there was still distance between them. “Oh no wait,” he sneered. “Why would I want to listen to the guy who couldn’t even win his own tournament?”

“Shut up!” Seto’s hand tightened around the empty glass he still held, and he noticed he was starting to feel a little light headed. He really hadn’t had that much to eat today so even that small amount of alcohol was starting to effect him. It was with slightly impaired judgement that the CEO decided to continue this fight outside alone instead of going back into the mansion where there were plenty of people around who would step in when things got out of hand.

“Did I hit a sore spot?” Jounouchi teased him. “I suppose it must be rather embarrassing. Especially since you broadcast your defeat to the entire city.” The blond was laughing darkly at the taller duelist’s expense, and Seto just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck you,” he spat as he turned on his heel to walk further away on the estate. Sure he was still cold, the night air nipping at his skin, but he was feeling his control slip and he couldn’t allow that. For some reason he just always felt pushed to the brink when he was around Jounouchi and it was hard to maintain the collected persona he had come to rely on over the years. What he needed was to get as far away from the blond as possible before he shattered.

Jounouchi wasn’t about to let this confrontation end though. Seto’s foot hadn’t even hit the ground in completion of his first step when Jounouchi grabbed him by the arm and turned him back around forcefully.

“What the hell are you,” but the CEO’s words were cut short as Jounouchi’s hand snaked up to hold the back of his head and strong, insistent lips covered his own. The glass Seto had been holding dropped to the ground as the brunet’s grip loosened in his shock. As the container hit the ground it shattered into a hundred pieces which now twinkled like fallen stars in the moonlight.

Jounouchi’s lips moved softly against the taller boys, and threading his fingers through Seto’s soft, thick hair he pressed his tongue out to deepen the kiss. Seto’s brain hadn’t really caught up to the situation yet, and he sucked the slick muscle into his mouth and wrapped his tongue skillfully around it. Jounouchi moaned at the unexpected compliance, and the sound was like a bucket of cold water. Seto shoved the blond away from him with more force than was necessary, and took in a gasping breath.

“Have you lost your mind?” Seto looked almost paniced in his anger, his bright blue eyes wider than usual, a faint blush painting his high cheekbones. It was a very fetching look on the normally stoic teenager.

“I’m quite sane thank you,” Jounouchi responded as he moved a few steps closer, regaining the distance Seto had placed between them. His tongue swept over his swollen pink lips in a purely erotic gesture.

Seto gulped. “Then why the hell did you just kiss me?”

“Why did you kiss me back?”

Why indeed, Seto wondered. He wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but he hadn’t had enough to even convince himself that was the truth. No, he had responded to the kiss because...because it had felt like the right thing to do. He noticed with some unusual trepidation that Jounouchi was standing in front of him again. So close in fact that he felt he could see everything about the boy. So close that he could see the desire in those soft amber eyes. Desire for him. Jounouchi looked like he wanted to rip Seto’s clothes off and take him right there. To run his tongue over every last inch of pale naked flesh, branding it with his mouth and then claim Seto’s body as his own while thrusting with reckless abandon into the tight heat. Seto trembled at the thought.


Seeing the effect he was having on the brunet, Jounouchi brought a hand up to run his fingers seductively over the glimpse of Seto’s collarbone revealed by the undone top two buttons of the expensive white shirt. Seto had to bite back a moan.

Displeased by the smug smile he saw on Jounouchi’s lips, Seto’s fingers encircled the teen’s wrist and twisted it painfully away from his body.

“Don’t touch me.”

The blond gave an annoyed sigh. “Oh come on Kaiba,” he huffed. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it. The heat, the intensity, that urge to just strike as hard as you can.” Jounouchi had moved into Seto’s personal space again, but his hands stayed by his sides.

“That would be the hatred,” the taller boy remarked.

“No,” Jounouchi corrected softly. He leaned up so that his next words were just a brush of hot breath against the shell of Seto’s ear. “That would be the passion.”

Something inside of Seto snapped. Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol he had consumed, maybe it was Jounouchi’s words, or perhaps it was just the mere presence of another warm body so close to his own. Whatever it was, Seto turned his head and captured Jounouchi’s lips with his own. The blond seemed thrilled with this new acceptance, and quickly worked his arms around Seto’s back to hold him close. Lips accustomed to spewing insults at the golden duelist parted to let Jounouchi’s tongue in again. His slender fingers found leverage in the thick mass of shaggy blonde hair and as Jounouchi explored every inch of the inside of Seto’s mouth, Seto could only hold on.

Feelings that had been left unattended for so long were now pounding through Seto’s body. Pleasure and anticipation hummed through the brunet’s viens. It was amazing how much the other boy’s touch was affecting him, and it seemed so intensely wrong because up until a few moments ago he had hated Jounouchi. He still hated Jounouchi. But there was no denying that he wanted him too.

Jounouchi moved his kisses away from the succulent nectar of Kaiba’s mouth and began to kiss a path down the ivory column of his neck. Erotic moans and small hitches of breath reached his ears and he wondered why he hadn’t approached Kaiba with this sooner. He knew they were never going to be friends. Hell, it was highly unlikely they would ever even be able to agree on anything; in fact, he was sure that half the time the taller boy would purposely take up the other side of an argument just to spite him. But Jounouchi also knew that Kaiba was probably one of the sexiest people he had ever known. His arrogant demeanor coupled with his predilection for tight pants and dramatically sweeping coats, made him a walking sex god. And Jounouchi’s hormones were willing to overlook the fact that he hated the bastard for a chance to worship at his altar.

Jounouchi’s hands slid down Seto’s back to cup his backside, and as Seto arched into the touch, their hips accidentally brushed together. The contact was electric, and it was instantly clear to each boy just how badly they needed each other.

“Is there somewhere more private we can take this?”

Seto hesitated. Was he really going to do this? Then Jounouchi was sucking greedily on his neck again and he knew there was no way he wasn’t going to do this. Reluctantly removing himself from the blond’s grasp, he turned back to the house.

“Follow me,” he said as he began to walk away. Jounouchi did as he was told, but his eyes never left Kaiba’s hips as they swayed invitingly in the tight black pants. Seto didn’t lead them back in the way he had come out. He took them back in through a sliding door a few rooms over. “I thought it best we avoid the crowds,” he offered by way of explanation doubting that Jounouchi cared anyway.

By the time Kaiba had led him up a flight of stairs and down an impossibly long hallway, Jounouchi was more than ready to pick up where he had left off. The taller boy opened a door and Jounouchi stepped into a bedroom that looked like it had seldom been used.

“Is this your room?” He asked glancing around at the scarcely decorated space.

“No,” Seto scoffed as if the mere suggestion that he would have taken the blond to his own room was ridiculous. It was one of those condescending things the blond hated most about him. “It’s one of the guest rooms.”

Well that explains why it looks so unused, Jounouchi thought. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” And in the quiet of the dimly lit room everything seemed awkward.

“So are you a virgin?” The blond asked suddenly. Jounouchi never had been good with the art of subtlety. Or tact, Seto noted.

“No.”

Jounouchi eyed him critically for a moment. “Ever sleep with another guy before?”

Gods Seto hated the mutt right now. “Just once.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Jounouchi moved closer and allowed his voice to drop to a huskier pitch.He ran his index finger idly up the inside of Kaiba’s thigh, loving the breathy moan it received.

Not trusting his voice, Seto simply nodded once. Somehow he knew Jounouchi would know if he was lying.

“I bet you did,” the blond smirked.

Seto stiffened as his anger kicked in again. “And what about you,” he snapped. “I suppose you’re just a self proclaimed sex guru is that it?”

Jounouchi started to unbotton Kaiba’s pants. He had a very clear goal in mind, and he wasn’t going to let Seto’s wrathful words get to him. “I know what I’m doing if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I hate you.”

“Believe me it’s mutual.”

That should have been the end of it. Both boys should have been more than fed up with each other and just given up, letting the whole encounter be forgotten as a stupid misguided attempt. Instead, they both just decided they’d had enough of talking and began to remove their clothes without a word. It was hard to say wether they just desired each other that much, or if they were both just too stubborn to quit now.

Stripped down to their bare skin, Seto would have had to of been blind not to notice that the mutt had an incredibly nice body. The way he shoveled food into his oversized mouth would suggest that he should be carrying around at least a few extra pounds, but the blond was nothing but lean and sculpted. The defined abdominal muscles contracted appealingly with each breath, and Seto had an overwhelming urge to run his tongue over them. Then his blue eyes fell upon the prominent erection that was nestled in the snug mass of blond curls and all thoughts of anything but feeling that thick length moving inside of him flew right out the window.

Jounouchi seemed to sense where Kaiba’s thoughts had turned because he unabashedly walked over to the other boy and guided him to the soft invitation of the bed. It didn’t take much pressure to the broad shoulders before Seto obligingly sat down upon the mattress and scooted back so that he was draped seductively across the deep burgundy sheets. Jounouchi crawled predatorily atop him.

A warm mouth drew in one of Seto’s nipples and the air around the two teens sparked with passion. Movements that when loving were slow and worshipful, were fast and demanding. The two couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Seto hooked his legs over the small of Jounouchi’s back, drawing the boy’s body down on top of his so that they were in even closer contact. Jounouchi moaned at the sensation and began to grind against the pliant form beneath him. Long, slender fingers once again lodged themselves in the blond’s hair, and it was hard to concentrate with the alluring way Seto’s body arced and trembled at his touch. Guess Kaiba wasn’t so high and mighty now.

Jounouchi unceremoniously shoved a few of his fingers into the CEO’s mouth, and secretly reveled in the way Seto’s tongue glided over the digits. Feeling rushed as his desire reached seemingly impossible levels, the blond withdrew his fingers with a wet pop. Rising up onto his knees so that Seto’s hips were raised off the bed, Jounouchi reached between those tapered thighs.

Seto shivered as he felt Jounouchi’s moistened finger circling the ring of muscle at the entrance to his body. It had been so long since someone had touched him intimately like this, and he gasped as Jounouchi pressed the first finger inside of him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and he tried to keep his breathing even as the finger moved around inside of him.

“Just relax Kaiba,” he heard Jounouchi whispering as the other boy stroked the outside of his thigh with his free hand. Seto had the urge to slap him.

“I know that,” he bit out angrily. It was easier said then done. Especially when the mutt had just slipped another finger inside of him.

Sensing that maybe Kaiba wasn’t enjoying himself quite as much as he was, Jounouchi began curling his fingers in search for that bundle of nerves that guaranteed Seto’s cooperation. Blue eyes flew open and Seto arched off the bed when his fingers finally connected. Damn Seto was sexy.

“Would you hurry the hell up,” he snarled as Jounouchi just continued to apply teasing strokes to his prostate. He was also impatient.

Jounouchi didn’t need any further encouragement. Slicking up his own needy erection with saliva, he carefully positioned himself against Kaiba. He felt Seto pressing down against him trying to draw him in, so he pushed forward a little bit sooner than he probably would have. The blond let out a deep groan as Seto’s body welcomed him in. The warm heat was impossibly tighter than he imagined, and it was a struggle for him not to shoot his load right then. Seto’s eyes had fallen shut, his dark lashes a smudge against his pale skin, and Jounouchi leaned down to kiss him. His tongue moved into Seto’s mouth just as he started to pump his hips, bringing him in and out of the lithe body.

Jounouchi’s tempo was maddening. The blond was alternating between long, slow strokes and short thrusting ones in a pattern that seemed to have no rhyme or reason. It kept Seto on his toes as he tried to keep pace, and it quickly became clear that Jounouchi was very good at what he did. Whatever skill Seto felt the blond lacked in the dueling arena he more than made up for in the bedroom. Seto was moaning and squirming on the bed, and if it had been anyone other than Jounouchi bringing him to these heights of pleasure, Seto was sure he would have been begging for more.

But this was Jounouchi. The loud, obnoxious, mutt who followed Yugi around like he was some sort of lost puppy. The same blond who had gotten on his nerves from day one, and who never failed to bring out the worst in him. And yet here they were in bed, locked together in an undeniable attraction. It was almost laughable.

“Open your eyes.” Seto’s eyelids peeled back at the throaty command and the dazed pupils slowly came to focus on Jounouchi’s concentrated face. “I want to watch you come.”

Seto moaned and bit his bottom lip as Jounouchi’s warm finger enclosed his throbbing erection. Firm, fast strokes pushed him closer and closer to the edge, and as the mutt angled one particularly deep thrust at the brunet’s prostate, Seto cried out and climaxed blindingly hard.

The look of absolute bliss on Seto’s face with all his defenses down for just a moment sent a jolt straight to Jounouchi’s cock. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer and as Seto’s inner walls contracted around him, he reached his own pinnacle. Jounouchi grunted as he unloaded himself into Seto’s waiting passage.

Exhausted, he slumped down on top of Seto. The brunet quickly pushed him off, and Jounouchi found himself recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm on his back with Seto lying beside him. Only the sound of their labored breathing filled the air.

After a few minutes, Jounouchi rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. Looking down at Seto, who was regarding him through half-closed eyes, he brushed the brown bangs off the teen’s forehead.

“You’re beautiful.” Jounouchi didn’t know why he said it, other than that it was true. When Seto wasn’t busy schooling his features in a frown or glaring at anything that moved, he had a very alluring appeal about him.

Unable, or perhaps unwilling to accept the compliment, Seto sat up and reached for his pants. He had no desire to stay here and cuddle or even try to make small talk, but somehow he knew Jounouchi didn’t want those things either.

“This doesn’t change anything,” Seto told him as he slipped his now rumpled silk shirt back on.

“Of course not,” Jounouchi muttered. “I still dislike you as much as ever.”

“And I still think you’re a terrible duelist.”

As Seto slipped out the door, Jounouchi rose to gather his own clothes. He wondered if Seto had headed back down to the party, and he smiled inwardly at the thought. One look at Seto now and there would be now doubt as to what he’d been doing. Catching a glimpse of his kiss swollen lips and ruffled hair in the mirror above the dresser, Jounouchi supposed the same could be said for him. Good thing he knew a back way out of the mansion.


A/N: So there you have it folks. My first actual JouKai lemon. I hope you enjoyed it, but please do let me know what you thought. It may even encourage me to write more in the near future!