The Prince and His Pauper

Title: The Prince and His Pauper
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Seto x Jounouchi/Jounouchi x Seto, various side pairings
Disclaimer: Trust me, I don't own Yugi-Oh.

Summary: As the head of Katsuya Corp., Jounouchi isn't used to being ignored. Especially by some ordinary classmate with a stick up his rear-end.

Notes: This is a rewrite. So if you recognize this, 'No, it's not being stolen'. The original version didn't have several elements I had wanted to put in it due to time restraints. Now I have the time.
Hope you enjoy!

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The Prince and His Pauper
Part 1

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He's the guy everyone learned to ignore on the first day of school. He didn't make it hard to forget he existed at all.
Until he talked, then EVERYONE knew he existed. Painfully so.

Whispers are exchanged, their words meant to be private though they reach the young man's ears anyway.
"He's gonna be in so much trouble."
"I can't believe he spoke to the teacher like that!"
"Does he WANT to get suspended?"
"What's his problem?"

He continues to tune them all out, reading his book.
He has more important things to worry about.

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"Man! That Kaiba thinks he's such a bad ass!" A certain blond with golden-brown eyes who goes by the name of Jounouchi Katsuya sits back and huffs, balancing on the hind legs of his chair with his feet on his desk.
"Just ignore him," advises a cute girl with a yellow ribbon to keep her long purple hair in a ponytail. She proudly goes by the name of Nozaka Miho, Ribbon to her friends. "All he does is sit there reading anyways."
"What's he got this time?" wonders Honda Hiroto, a boy with brown hair done up in a fin-shape. She answers after taking a quick peek around Honda to the silent boy in the back of the class.
"Russian For Quick-Studies and Russian Business Made Easy. Wow, he already knows German and English, doesn't he? EEP!" She hides behind her friend's larger frame when ice blue eyes rise to glare at her. Jounouchi snorts.
"Don't let the freak scare ya, Ribbon."
"Who are you calling a freak, mutt?"

Jounouchi is on his feet so fast that his chair topples over. "Oh you did NOT just call me a dog!" The blond's raised fist shakes in his sudden anger.
"You have a problem with that, mongrel?" sneers Kaiba Seto, putting down his book. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he brushes chestnut strands from his hard eyes.
"Yeah I got a problem with it, ya hardass! And it ain't the only thing! You're a real jerk and your attitude stinks!"
"Yapping from a puppy doesn't carry far, mutt."
"Them's fighting words, Kaiba!" Jounouchi shouts while pointing a finger at his classmate. Seto's reply is dull and sarcastic.
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
"That's it! I've had it with you!" Jounouchi pulls a fist back and Seto smirks at the action.
"Better behave, mutt. Your master just returned."
"Wha? Master?!" He falters in confusion.

"Jounouchi! What are you doing?" shouts a small boy with large violet eyes. Muto Yugi is known best for his spiky hair. Blond bangs frame his cherubic face while the rest of his hair flares out in a black halo tipped in crimson.
"Aw, let him smack the guy, Yugi," cuts in Honda. "He deserves it." Yugi frowns in disapproval.
"Stop it, Jounouchi. You could get in trouble, even suspended."
"Fine, fine..." The blond turns away to return to his desk.
"Poor puppy got reprimanded."
"KAIBA!" Jounouchi jerks back around and pounces on the smirking teen.

~

Jounouchi grits his teeth as he and Seto sit in the principal's office, waiting to be scolded. He shifts the ice pack over his eye. "You hit like a girl, Kaiba."
"Tell that to your face, mutt."
"GRR!"

An elder gentleman steps in and closes the door. "Well, well. Jounouchi, Kaiba, I hear you two were fighting in class. Care to explain why?"
"Kaiba was being a jerk!"
"I had been minding my own business when 'he' called me a freak."
"You were glaring at Ribbon!"
"She was staring at me!"

The principal groans as the boys move further and further back to past 'transgressions'. He takes a couple Advil.
This might take a while.

~

A small hand turns down the rock music his sound system is more than happy to spew, due to the ringing of the phone. "Kaiba residence."
"It's me, Mokuba."
"Oniisama!" A bright smile can be heard in the child's voice. "What is it?"
"I'm going to be late tonight. Will you be okay?"
"Oh." The young boy tries not to sound disappointed. "Of course I will be."

Seto exchanges goodbyes before hanging up the office phone, then heads off for detention. He resists the urge to perform the immature gesture of rolling his eyes when Jounouchi speaks.
"Had to call your mommy, Kaiba?"
"Not that it's any of your business," he says while taking his seat, "but I had to call my brother."
"Bet he's glad you're not coming home."
"Don't speak of things you know nothing about," he snaps.
"Ouch! I think I hit a nerve." The blond grins. Anything further is left unsaid as the teacher enters the room.

Jounouchi sighs, very bored. He's already done his homework and the teacher won't let him sleep, so all he has left to do is look around for a bit. He pauses on Seto. How the brunet dresses is in reflection of his grades. Perfect, down to the fold creases on his uniform and every strand of hair on his head.
What a contrast to how Jounouchi wears his own uniform, wrinkled and untucked.

Jounouchi snorts to himself, thinking his classmate is a total tight-ass. The brunet must live with a grandparent from a strict family or something to be such a jerk. The guy never even removes his uniform jacket!

Hello?
Time seems to slow down as Jounouchi watches Seto's nimble fingers first unclasp his uniform collar then undo the buttons one-by-one. The navy jacket slips off one shoulder then the other, leaving Seto in a white shirt that seems to be getting on the small side. The short sleeves allow surprisingly toned arms to be revealed. Jounouchi finds himself licking his lips even as he tries not to blush. He feels like he's peeking into the brunet's bedroom for a private show instead of watching him in the stuffy classroom.
Blue eyes glance up. Jounouchi jerks his eyes to the blackboard, pretending he hasn't been staring.

Seto isn't fooled.

Jounouchi props his elbow on the desk and rests his chin on his palm. At some point in time, he's locked onto his classmate again. Brown eyes search out the tell-tell lines of someone who works out, imagining that body without the cloth when he locates them.
The blond blinks. It's obvious to him that Seto is in excellent condition. So why isn't he in gym like everyone else?

"What, pray tell, are you staring at?"
"Why aren't you in gym?" Seto scowls at the question.
"It's none of your business."
"Aw, c'mon. It can't hurt to tell me."
"It's NONE of YOUR business."
"Geez, grouch." Jounouchi frowns and goes back to staring at the blackboard. Seto's body may be appealing, but he knows trashcans with better personalities.

Really though, who would have thought the infuriating teen has been hiding THAT under his jacket? With Seto's personality, Jounouchi would have thought the brunet would be showing off. Probably some crap about superior strength to go with his superior brains.

Golden-brown glazes over as he further plays out the situation. Jounouchi can imagine the other boy as an athlete, like a basketball or soccer player, seeing how much his legs make up his tall figure. He can just see how the sweat would drip down the lean body, the strong muscles working under firm flesh. A grin spreads over Jounouchi's lips as his mind moves on to after the game and thus, to the shower. Those long fingers would spread the soap over the panels of Seto's abs then lower to-the teacher's voice breaks through his daydream. "Okay, you two can go now."

Seto is prompt in leaving, ignoring the feel of Jounouchi's eyes on him.

To his credit, Jounouchi doesn't run out like a madman. Rather, he grabs his bag and heads for the nearest restroom where his daydream insists on continuing to his inconvenience. Splashing cold water on his face isn't doing any good as it only enhances the imaginary shower scene. Jounouchi shivers, his hand traveling down his chest and stomach like the trail dream-Seto is tracing down his own body.

"God, something is so wrong with me if I'm noticing that jackass." That doesn't make his arousal go away.

Taking a deep breath, he grabs hold of the nearest sink and turns the cold water on full blast, then sticks his head under the rushing current.

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"Niichan!" Jounouchi smiles and hugs his petite little sister. "Why are you wet? And what happened to your eye?" She looks over the light bruise. It's not too bad, but it'll be puffy and discolored for the next couple days.
"Hey, Shizuka. Um, nothing. Sorry I'm late."
"You got detention for fighting again, didn't you?" A small disapproving frown graces her lips. Jounouchi sweatdrops.
"Got it in one. Is dinner ready?"
"Almost. Probably another twenty to twenty-five minutes. Takatori-san made mom's favorite."
"Eww, stuffed eggplant. I'm gonna wash up, so I might be late."
"Don't overheat in the bath."

The bedroom floor is immediately visited by Jounouchi's schoolbag, followed at once by his uniform. In spite of his efforts, the image of Seto still burns in his memory. He's all he could think of on the car ride home.

He sighs as he steps into his private shower. He needs to douse more than his head with cold water to fix his problem. "It's just lust...no biggie."
He groans as he wraps a hand around his erection and squeezes. "Dammit...why am I so hard?"

Jounouchi sits on his knees, stroking his cock that remains stiff in spite of the torrent of freezing water. Thoughts of smirking lips and a deep voice keep him hot. He hunches over, his other arm now helping to support him as his lean frame pants and moans.
The icy droplets pour over his back like harsh fingers. He wonders if Seto's touch is just as cold, as cold as his gaze that freezes and burns him like dry ice every time they fight.

He strokes faster. "Oh God..." Jounouchi muffles his cry against his arm when he cums.
He pants for breath as the last traces of his desire is washed down the drain. He sits back up on his knees, letting the artificial rain cool his flushed body. "I'm so screwed up."

Right now, he can just hear Seto's mocking laughter.

~*~*~*~

"Mokuba, it's time for your medication."
"But I don't like taking it..." The small boy pulls his thick black mane into a high ponytail.
"It's for your own good." Seto gets out a miniature briefcase, inside are several syringes and a glass container filled with a clear lavender liquid. "Come here." Mokuba takes Seto's hand to guide him to the seat safely.
"Oniisama, were you in a fight?" Seto blinks in wonderment at how sensitive his brother's touch has become.
"It was just a scuffle." The boy frowns.
"How come? Who was it?"
"It was over something stupid and you wouldn't know them."
"Was it that Jounouchi guy you're always mumbling about? The all-money-and-no-brains blond with a hot a-" Seto cuts him off quickly, unbelieving his sibling overheard him complaining to himself at some point. He's going to have to be more careful around such tender ears.
"Someone doesn't want dinner tonight."
"So about that medicine!" Mokuba sits between Seto's legs and bows his head forward. "Owwww..." he whines as the needle penetrates the soft space below the base of his skull.
"There, it's done." He lightly drops a kiss on the back of Mokuba's neck in silent apology.

"May I go back to my book now?"
"Did you finish all of today's lessons?"
"Sure did!" He looks up at Seto with an adorable, proud smile, his eyes unblinking. Seto steadies his voice as he stares into those unseeing orbs.
"Go ahead."
"Yay!" The boy zips off.

Seto's own eyes sadden for a moment. He looks at what's left of the pale liquid. "I might have to find other work before the job comes..."
His hand absently touches his side, just below his ribs. It's still tender there from previous 'other work'.

He shakes his head and puts everything away. "What do you want for dinner?" he calls out loud enough so Mokuba can hear him in the next room.
"Ramen!"
"We had that last night!"
"Can't we have it again?" Seto rolls his eyes since there's no one to see him do it.
"No! You'll get fat if you keep eating ramen!"
"Eww... Egg noodle!"
"Alright."

The phone rings, Seto picks the cordless up on his way to the kitchen. "Kaiba residence. Father isn't home right now. No, I can't say when. I'll make sure he signs the proper papers and mails them out to you on time. Goodbye." He places the phone down by the stove. "Bastard hasn't been home in five years. How the hell should I know?"

He lets his current task take over his thoughts. It won't due for him to get upset over old news. He has to take care of Mokuba.